#(also tell your friends if you like hanging out with them!!!!)

[bi-writes]

i wanna know about john n his pretty wife!! i have questions!!! how does she deal with the times he gets called in too much, their first big spat? gimme all the angsty details that end with him giving her a little shake 🥴

today marks 37 days. (18+)

he said he would be home 23 days ago, but it's still 36 days too long for you. you talked to him about this, you think.

no—that can't be it. you talked. john did not listen.

you're tired. you knew you would be. you knew it the first time john looked in your eyes when he came inside of you—really came inside of you. no condom, hand fixed against the bend of your jaw, blue eyes wide and focused. john was chasing something then, determined to make it to the finish line of a race, but the thing that always strikes you as strange is that he is always the only one running. there is no competition, and yet john treats your relationship that way.

he always has to win. the winner of the argument. the more expensive gift. the more thoughtful response. the heavier hand, the fatter wallet, the softer kiss—

but he can shove all of it up his fucking ass. he's a liar.

john likes the red carpet whenever he comes home. he likes routine. he likes stomping his boots out on the welcome mat, dropping his duffel by the door, and eating a big meal before he puts you on your back on the marble kitchen counter and eats you out with a voracious growl.

the ring placated you for a bit. big, sparkly thing, something you loved showing off to your friends, at the office, dangling it in front of the gossips at your spin class just to get them to shut the fuck up for once. it made you docile—you liked it for a little while. you liked playing dress-up.

frilly apron. dutch oven full of tender meat. big, wet eyes as you knelt between his legs and let him come on your tongue for being so brave, so good, such a hero. you put the rose-tinted glasses on and let a man fuck you so brain-dead, you forgot your own convictions.

and for what? a fucking BMW?

you're smiling to yourself when you pull into the garage. john's car is there, and you shut your car door with your heel as you make your way inside. you shut the door hard behind you, barely glancing at john's duffel bag by the door as you hang up your leather purse and drop your keys in the bowl.

john's in the dining room. he's sitting at the table, manspreading, and there's a bottle of some dark liquor and a glass sitting in front of him. there's also an ashtray there, where a fat cigar sits, and you scowl when you see it.

it's not allowed in the house.

he doesn't move when he hears your heels hit the hardwood. he does clench his jaw, however, when you pick up the bottle of liquor from in front of him and tip it upside down over the tray. you watch with a bored expression as you fill the ashtray with liquor until it overflows, putting out the cigar and flooding the wood table with a sodden cigar and ashy alcohol.

you take a swig from the bottle once you're satisfied, gritting your teeth as it goes down hard. scotch. fucking gross.

"welcome home," you say bitterly, wiping your hand off on his shirt before making your way into the kitchen. you reach into the freezer for a pint of ice cream, closing it with your hip as you fish out a spoon and pop the lid off.

john is standing in the doorway when you sit on the couch. he's angry, that much is clear, but you pretend that it doesn't bother you. you stick a spoonful of ice cream into your mouth before giving him your eyes. you smile.

"yes, john?"

"i don't ask for much," he starts. you laugh, tucking your feet up underneath you. you take another spoonful of ice cream—this is gonna be good. "do i, love?"

you raise a brow. "you're asking me, honey? or telling me?"

john crosses his arms over his chest, rocking on his feet as he walks further into the room.

"don't get smart with me, baby."

"oooo..." you laugh, and it makes him flinch. "i'm terrified, john."

"i'm not tryin' to scare you, i'm trying to make you listen," john snaps. you point the spoon at him and wink, nodding your head.

"mmm..." you smile. "now you have it, john. bingo. it feels good when your wife listens, doesn't it? and it fucking sucks when she doesn't, huh, honey? when she doesn't do what you expect her to? when she fibs...when she goes back on her word—"

"oh, that's what this is about?" john comes forward, bending low, cupping your jaw with a soft hand before he grips it tight between his fingers. his paw dwarfs your throat, and you glare up at him. "cause i'm late?"

"i feel lucky when you're late," you push his hand off of you. his brow furrows. "you could be dead for all i know, but at least when you're late, your sorry ass comes through the door and can just pretend all over again like everything is fine."

"you knew," john murmurs. "you knew what you were signing up for."

"i did!" you snap. you throw the spoon at him, but he just hits it away, letting it clatter onto the floor. your eyes water. "i did know, and i told you to let me go! i told you!"

"you knew that was never going to happen," john spits. you're startled by the way he snarls at you. john is normally so good at keeping his composure. he fights, but he does it with a smart mouth and a smug smile, but this—the idea of losing you, of letting you go—that pushes him over some edge? "you knew i was never going to let you go, so i don't even know why you fuckin' asked me to. if you think for one second that what we have isn't until death, i don't mind giving you a reminder."

"john," you whisper. your lip wobbles. "john, i love you more than anything in the world." you blink away tears, but they spill over anyways, unforgiving. "please...i can't do this anymore with you. i-i can't spend weeks in agony thinking that you're dead. i can't do it, john. i-i can't, i can't spend one more night in that bed without you—"

"oh, love."

you hate that the sex is so good. you hate more than anything that john is anything but a selfish lover. he might be a man with a few years on him, but his stamina endures. he tests your flexibility with the way he spreads your thighs to accommodate the width of himself, but you welcome the stretch. thick cock splitting you open, sweaty chest against yours, a big hand under your head to keep you close as he licks into your mouth and tells you how beautiful his wife looks, just like always.

how good she feels. how wet she is. how tight her pretty pussy is, how nice it'll feel when it's full of him—i'll keep you forever, i'll make it forever, in, in, in, inside you—

john tastes the way fine wine does. bitter, warm, better with time. it takes a bit to get used to him. it takes a bit of breathing and a bit of familiarity to realize what it is that you have in your hands, but you are just as bad.

he cannot let you go, and you cannot let him go. you claw, and you scream, and you beg for a life that's different from this one, but you won't walk away because it's just not possible.

but what is love if not something that mends what is broken? that drips glue into the spaces between the cracks and keeps what will come apart from falling into itself?

your kisses taste like chocolate, of course.

it's john's favorite.

[noegrets]

I know. It sucks. It sucks hard. And the only advice I have is that we have to decide what we want to exist even if no one else cares. If we want our big projects to exist, the only way it will ever exist is if we do the big project, with all the time and effort that entails.

And the current state of the internet and the world and everything makes it hard for anyone to even start to care about our big projects or to communicate to us that they do care about our big project, even if they would want to. And it's even hard for us as creators to have the passion for our big projects, what with being drained by everything and made to feel like nothing matters. Not even the studios and publishers and companies are daring to make actually big projects, and who the hell are we taking on big projects with so much fewer resources.

But when you are doing a big project, it's even more important to keep your motivation burning and to keep going forward despite all the time and the effort and the challenges and the lows... because it is BIG so it's not going to be quick and simple. We can make all the small and safe things that we want, and that can be fun too, but chances are, that won't sate a big project that's looming inside us. And if we dare to try to make it, we gotta find some way to keep ourselves motivated through the long haul.

I dunno, we gotta tell our close friends personally, and hear them tell us first-hand that they really do care, and accept their compliments. Or, failing that, we gotta get ourselves internally psyched up somehow all alone. And if we gotta keep it all a secret from the internet to keep ourselves from getting demotivated, then, hell, keep it offline. Do what we can, or else the projects will never happen. The corporate bastards want a world where everyone is too tired and simply consumes smaller and smaller things. And if we want a world where people do create big things, and if we want our big thing to exist, we can't let silence on social media suck out our souls.

And I say "silence" on social media, but we also gotta remember that, on social media, three notes feels like it might as well be crickets, but it means three real live human beings are to some degree excited for what we are making. Imagine those three notes as three humans clapping around you. In real life, that's a lot! They care!

Their care is getting compressed down into the same little heart icon as everything else, but that doesn't mean it's always a tiny insignificant amount of caring. It just means social media and everything has squished our ability as spectators to express our excitement down to clicking a heart. We might not always have the time or the energy to find the words and type out something more meaningful or vulnerable that captures and conveys how we more deeply feel about our friends' projects. But we also gotta try to give a confidence boost to our friends whenever and however we can! Because I don't want them to lose the passion for their big projects either!

So I know "make art for yourself" is too reductive and too naive and misunderstands half the point of a lot of creative endeavors, but how about: make it for yourself, and for your friends who care, and for the people leaving those three notes, and for everyone else in the world who is trying tooth and nail to make something big, and for everyone who wants to live in a world where big passion projects exist and are being made! Hang in there!!!

the thing with art online is that it feels genuinely hard to justify bigger projects when you know something like an animated short film or whatever is simply doomed by the way social media works to get next to no response in comparison to a 10 minute doodle

[norrisainz33]

dream job || ls18

summary: you are starting the 2025 season in your dream role, as a f1 journalist and end up meeting a certain aston martin driver who sweeps you off your feet

pairing: lance stroll x journalist!nonfamous!reader

fc & warnings: none & some hate comments

requested: yes! thank you for your patience anon!!

masterlist

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ynuser: grwm for the first day of my dream job! so excited to cover f175 with skysportsf1 today 🤍

p.s thanks to friend3 for letting me borrow my outfit and yourbff for the hair and makeup

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yourbff: thats my best friend!!!! here before you become the most popular journalist in the game

ynuser: an og fan! thank you sm bestie

friend3: outfit looks so good omg 😭

ynuser: thank you 😭😭 i appreciate you so much

friend3: couldn’t let my bestie go out there and not serve tf

friend1: soooo coool!!!!!! [liked by ynuser]

skysportsf1: can't wait to see you there!

ynuser: looking forward to it admin 🫶🏻

friend2: i will be watching the red carpet to try and get a glimpse of you bb

ynuser: if you see me please take a picture 😫

yoursibling: don't blow up and pretend you don't know us no more pls

ynuser: how could i ever?!

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yourbff: im trying so hard not to fangirl but is that OLLIE AND ESTIE?! AND LANCE

ynuser: yes!! it is!!!!!! not fangirling was incredibly hard. you'll also NEVER guess what happened

yourbff: screaming already - what happened?!

ynuser: after we stopped recording lance told me that he really liked the questions i asked and that he hopes to see me with the media at the races

yourbff: SHUT UP! GIRL

ynuser: and then ofc i forgot how to be normal and told him that he hasnt seen the last of me and then he said and i quote 'i hope thats true.' and then left

yourbff: if i didnt know any better id say he was flirting?

ynuser: literally no way he was just being nice

yourbff: its ok bestie ill be delulu enough for the both of us

friend3: ollie bearman the man that you areeeeeee

ynuser: he was so goofy silly im such a fan

user1: fire content this is going to do numbers on f1twt

friend1: OMGOGMOGMMfgajfgg

ynuser: same

friend2: I SAW YOUR INTERVIEW WITH LANCE!!!!!! AND LANDO??!!?@?@?@?@??@? A N D THE LEWIS HAMILTON????

ynuser: ahhhh you saw them?!?!

friend2: yes!!! you're all over socials for making lance and lando giggle

ynuser: that would explain all the new followers hahaha but seriously all of the drivers were so kind im so excited for the rest of the season. bahrain can't come soon enough

yourcoworker: never gonna get used to this

ynuser: me neither. definitely going to take time to sink in

user3: loved your interview questions! truly such unique ones and you can tell the drivers really appreciated it!

user33: how the heck did u get this job

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estebanocon: why do you need this information mon ami?

lance_stroll: science! research!

estebanocon: mate

chloestroll: ..... care to share w the class what this means?

lance_stroll: nope :)

chloestroll: you know that’s not gonna fly

lance_stroll: 😔

chloestroll: TELL ME!!!!!!

lance_stroll: fine!!!!!

lance_stroll: skysports got a new interviewer and she asked really good questions and was really pretty and we chatted a little and i can’t stop thinking about her ok. let a man live

chloestroll: 👀 trying to be nonchalant about this

lance_stroll: see this is why i didn’t want to tell you

pierregasly: kika says it was y/n y/l/n! that is if you mean the girl that asked the funny but really good questions

lance_stroll: yes thats her! thanks pierre or should is say thanks kika xxoo

pierregasly: she says you’re welcome but that you’re gonna have to spill the beans abt what is going on here next time we hang out

lance_stroll: deal

flavybarla: 🤨

lance_stroll: 🤭

fernandoalo_oficial: ask the social media team they'll know

lance_stroll: i'm scared to bc you know they'd make me do like 2 tikoks in return for the info

fernandoalo_oficial: fair

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yourbff: obsessed with the duality of the groutfit from target and the insanely fancy drinks you're drinking in this last slide

ynuser: i felt a bit out of place in the restaurant in my little tj maxx dress but he was so insanely sweet it didn’t matter

yourbff: i’m sure you looked stunning bestie. PLEASE spill the beans about your DATE

ynuser: if you had told me it was a dream i would have believed you! like we’ve been texting for a couple weeks but idk i was worried about how it would be in person but talking to him was so easy it felt like we had know each other for forever

yourbff: 🥹🥹🥹 obsessed. are you going to see him again?

ynuser: he did ask me if we could go out again 😭

yourbff: YESSSSSSSSSSSSS I STAN THIS SO HARD

user33: man didnt know being a journalist meant you could afford 5 star restaurants... must be nice

lance_stroll: thanks for taking a chance on me and coming out tonight

ynuser: thank you for inviting me out! i had a really lovely time getting to know you better

lance_stroll: likewise! i’d really like to keep getting to know you 😅

ynuser: it’s a good thing i feel the same way

friend3: was this the dinner and drinks with you know WHO?!

ynuser: yes and it was incredible 😭

yourcoworker: longest day of my entire life. running from the airport directly to the track is not for the weak

ynuser: no for real. our sleep schedules are going to be crazy but it’s going to be so worth it

user1: looking forward to seeing your interviews!

friend2: what is your life these days... a jet setting super star u have become

ynuser: pleaseeeee i am still just little old me

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user28: you’re really spoiling whoever this is

user18: SOFT LWUXNHEVFOW NG IRNG

user18: sorry let me calm down

chloestroll: looooook it’s my favorite girly

lance_stroll: already trying to steal her from me huh

chloestroll: yes! she’s the sweetest little thing ever 🥹🤍

user19: the miami gp better be good to you this weekend i swear

ynuser: i love loving you

lance_stroll: these past few months have been the best of my life

ynuser: same 😭🤍

user33: did you…… get this girl a birkin?????? gotta be a gold digger im

estebanocon: i’m really happy for you mate

lance_stroll: i appreciate you so much mate. thanks to you and flavy for making her feel so welcome last weekend 🤍

estebanocon: you both are always welcome to visit us when we have time off ❤️

yourbff: who is that cutie

lance_stroll: my girlfriend 😉

yourbff: she was mine first 😔

user21: how will i ever survive knowing you’re off the market

user29: i’m taking bets that this is that journalist from skysports

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ynuser: imola - you were a dream. make sure to catch my interviews from the weekend over on skysportsf1!

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user1: you’ve really bewitched me this season i think you’re my new favorite media person [liked by ynuser]

lance_stroll: 😍 [liked by ynuser]

ynuser: ❤️‍🔥

user18: i’d know that lance stroll hair in slide 3 anywhere

yourbff: LOVEEEEE this pretty girl

ynuser: bestieeeeeeee thank you 😘

user33: the glow up you’ve had is interesting….. wonder where all these nice things have come from….. seems like a certain billionaire..

flavy.barla: obsessed actually

ynuser: and i’m obsessed with you 🥹

skysportsf1: catch y/n recaping the weekend over on our page! [liked by ynuser]

user12: need outfit details stat

friend3: there are so many people here not sure how to act normal

ynuser: just be you bbgirl

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f1gossip: flavy, alex and y/n have all arrived at the monaco grand prix! y/n y/l/n, sky sports correspondent, is rumored to be the girlfriend of lance stroll and has been spending a lot more time in the paddock and with flavy and alex when she’s not reporting.

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user1: god they’re so beautiful

user2: the ultimate trio

user3: i wish i could be part of their friend group

user33: i s2g this girl is just using lance for his $$$

user1: get a life and leave her be

user99: i have noticed that he’s very clearly giving her stuff. like if you look at her posts before they were together she was not dressing like the rest of the wags and now suddenly she is?

user28: this is the happiest i’ve seen lance in like literal years stfu and stop being mean to her

user33: she just wants the influence.. have you seen how much more traction her interviews get now?

user19: being mean isn’t gonna make lance like you user33 like be so for real rn

user18: omg y/n made the wag page this is huge

user20: pleasseeee someone tell me where alex’s dress is from

user11: they’re all literally glowing wow

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lance_stroll: with love from summer break ft my favorite person in the whole world 🤍

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fernandoalo_oficial: looks incredible! hope you two had the best time 💚

lance_stroll: we did! looking forward to seeing you soon mi amigo

user18: looks like the vacation of a life time

ynuser: i love you my handsome man

lance_stroll: i love you gorgeous girl

yourbff: cutie patooties i love you both so much

lance_stroll: we love you so much

ynuser: 🤍🤍

chloestroll: thanks for letting me crash your vacay for a few days

ynuser: seeing you was one of my favorite parts 🤍

lance_stroll: it’s always wonderful spending time with you and scottyjames31

user11: honestly this is my royal family. you two are goals idc what anyone else has to say

user23: i can’t wait to see you back on track

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a/n: thanks for reading!!! likes and reblogs appreciated🤍

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Relationship List With Auston Matthews

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Auston is a loving person. He always makes sure to show his affection to those he cares about, whether it’s through physical gestures such as hugging or holding hands, or simply by words of affirmation. He enjoys showing his love through small acts of kindness, such as bringing his partner coffee in bed or giving you a thoughtful gift. He also loves snuggling up and watching movies together.

B = Beginning (How would the relationship start?)

The relationship between Auston and you would likely start like any other romantic connection - with a chance encounter. Maybe you meet at a party or a bar and hit it off instantly, or perhaps you're introduced through mutual friends and find yourselves drawn to each other from the moment you first meet. Auston is a natural people person, so he's sure to make an impression, and he'll probably be the first one to make a move and ask for your number or suggest you two hang out sometime.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Oh, Auston definitely loves to cuddle. He’s a big guy with broad shoulders and muscular arms, so he’s perfect for cuddling with. He'll wrap his arms around you and pull you close, pressing your body against his in a tight embrace. He'll bury his face in your neck and give you soft kisses, just breathing you in and relishing the sensation of having you in his arms. He's a big fan of spooning, too, and he’s always happy to be the big spoon, holding you tight against him and stroking your hair softly.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Auston is a homebody at heart and he definitely wants to settle down with someone special. He’s always dreamed of having a family one day, with a few kids playing in the backyard and a big happy dog running around too. He’s not much of a cook, to be honest, but he tries his best. He can make a mean grilled cheese sandwich, and he’s willing to learn if you’re patient with him. As for cleaning, he’s decent, but not the best. He’ll do his part, but you’ll probably have to remind him to do it sometimes.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Breaking up with Auston wouldn’t be easy. He’s sensitive and caring, so he’d try to make it as gentle as possible. He’d probably want to do it in person, sitting down with you somewhere private and comfortable. He’d be honest and straightforward, expressing how he feels and why he thinks it’s best for both of you to go your separate ways. He’d be sure to apologize for any pain he’s caused and express how much he still cares for you, even if things didn’t work out.

F = Fiancé(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Auston has always been the commitment type. He’s the kind of guy who wants to find his person and stick with them forever. He’s not one for casual relationships and he values stability and security above all else. He’d want to make sure you both really knew each other and had a strong foundation before taking the next step, but once he knows he’s found “the one,” he’s all in. He’d want to get married as soon as possible, and would probably propose in a heartfelt, romantic gesture.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Auston is extremely gentle, both physically and emotionally. He’s always careful with you, and he makes sure to treat you with the utmost care and tenderness. If you’re ever feeling down or upset, he’ll be there to comfort you with soft words and gentle touches. He’ll hold you close and let you cry on his shoulder, rubbing your back and telling you that everything will be okay. He’d never dream of raising his voice to you or getting aggressive in any way.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Auston loves hugs, and he gives them out freely to those he cares about. He’s a big guy, so his hugs are tight and firm, but they’re also soft and comforting. He’ll wrap you up in his arms and hold you close, resting his chin on the top of your head and just relishing the feeling of having you in his embrace. He’s always happy to hug when you’re feeling down, and he’ll even give you a hug “just because” sometimes, just because he wants to express his love and affection.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Auston isn’t afraid to express his feelings, and if he loves you, he’ll say it. He won’t wait forever to tell you he loves you, but he’ll also want to make sure his feelings are genuine before blurting it out. If he’s certain that he loves you, he’ll likely say it after a few months of dating, if not sooner. He values honesty and communication, so he won’t keep his feelings bottled up inside for too long.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Auston isn’t a overly jealous person, but like anyone, he can get a little possessive sometimes. He doesn’t like to see other guys giving you attention, especially if he thinks they’re flirting with you. He might get a little bit snappy if he sees another guy hitting on you, but he’ll try to control his jealousy and not let it get out of hand. He’s also not immune to feeling jealous if he thinks you’re paying more attention to someone else than him, and he might need a little reassurance from you sometimes.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Auston loves kissing, and he’s good at it. His kisses are soft and sensual, and he likes to take his time exploring your mouth with his own. He especially loves kissing your neck, and he’ll often trail kisses from your jawline down to your collarbone and leave small love bites in his wake. He also loves to pull you close and kiss you deeply, his hand on the back of your head holding you close to him. He also loves it when you kiss him on the cheek or forehead, and he’ll often lean into your touch.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Auston is great with kids. Despite his sometimes-brooding demeanor, he’s a total softie when it comes to little ones. He’s patient, affectionate, and knows how to have fun with them. He’s the kind of guy who’ll play catch with the kids in the backyard or read them bedtime stories, and he’s always ready to give them a big hug and a high-five. He’s even been known to sneak them extra treats when their parents aren’t looking!

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings with Auston are slow and relaxed. He’s not a morning person, so he’ll probably hit the snooze alarm a few times before he finally gets up. When he does wake up, he’s groggy and grumpy before his first cup of coffee, so he might need a little extra coaxing to get out of bed. Once he’s fully awake, though, he’s cuddly and affectionate. He’ll snuggle up with you in bed, his arms wrapped around you, and he’ll give you soft kisses on the neck.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights with Auston are cozy and comfortable, like a warm blanket. He loves to unwind after a long day and spend quality time with his partner. He might suggest a movie night in, with snacks and cuddles on the couch.

Once it's time for bed, he's all about getting cozy and close with you. He usually sleeps with just a pair of boxers on, and he'll pull you close to him, wrapping his arms around you and snuggling up against you. He'd love to have you fall asleep in his arms.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Auston isn’t one to spill his deepest secrets all at once. He’s a bit like an onion, and it takes time for him to peel back the layers and really open up. He’ll likely start by sharing some general stuff about himself, like his hobbies and interests, but he’ll save the really personal stuff for when he’s completely comfortable with you. He’s not secretive, per se, he just takes time to build up that level of trust before sharing the intimate parts of himself.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Auston is generally a patient person, and it takes a lot to truly anger him. He has a mild temper and doesn’t fly off the handle easily. He’s pretty good at keeping his emotions in check, but he does have his limits. If he does get angry, he’ll usually try to calm down and have a rational conversation rather than lash out. However, if someone really crosses a line, he won’t hesitate to stand up for himself and defend his boundaries.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Auston has an impressive memory when it comes to the important things. He’s definitely the type to remember small details, like your favorite food or the story about that time you got lost on a camping trip. He’s also a good listener, so he picks up on things you say in passing and stores them away in his brain for later. He might even surprise you occasionally by remembering something you thought he had forgotten, like an inside joke or a silly anecdote from your past.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Auston’s favorite memory with you is the first time you laughed at one of his jokes. It was a silly, dorky dad joke, and he was pretty sure you were going to roll your eyes and ignore it like everyone else. But instead, you burst out laughing, and the sound of your laughter was so contagious that he couldn’t help but join in. It was a small moment, but it meant a lot to him because it was the first time he felt like you really got him, quirks and all.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Auston is very protective, especially when it comes to you. He’s always on high alert, keeping a watchful eye out for any potential threats or dangers. He knows how to handle himself, and he’s more than willing to step in and defend you if necessary. But he’s also not the type to be overbearing or controlling - he trusts you to take care of yourself, but he’ll always be there if you need him. He actually appreciates it when you look out for him too, even if it’s just a simple “hey, be careful”.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Auston definitely tries his best to impress you on dates and special occasions. He’ll plan thoughtful surprises for anniversaries and birthdays, and he’ll never show up empty-handed when it comes to gifts. He knows that effort goes a long way, so he’ll try to make sure you feel appreciated and loved. As for everyday things, he’s kind of a hot mess, and it can take him a while to figure out how to work the coffee maker or find his favorite shirt.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Auston has a few bad habits that you’ve probably noticed by now. One is that he leaves his dirty socks everywhere. He’ll kick them off in the living room, toss them on the floor next to the bed, and they’ll even end up in the kitchen somehow. It’s like he’s shedding his socks as he moves around the house. Another habit is his tendency to procrastinate. He’s always putting everything off until the last minute, which can drive you crazy when you’re trying to get things done together.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks? Do your looks bother them?)

Auston isn’t vain in the sense that he spends hours in front of the mirror admiring himself, but he does care about his appearance. He takes care of himself, eats well, and works out to stay in shape. He also dresses nicely and tries to look his best, especially for special occasions. As for you, he thinks you’re absolutely stunning just the way you are, and any concerns about your appearance are only in your head.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Auston absolutely feels incomplete without you. You’ve become an essential part of his life, and he can’t imagine going back to the way things were before. He feels like you’ve filled a void in his life that he didn’t even realize was there, and the thought of not having you by his side is unbearable. He doesn’t just want you, he needs you.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

One random headcanon for Auston would be that he has a secret talent for singing in the shower, usually belting out power ballads or classic rock tunes at the top of his lungs. He’s not exactly the next Freddie Mercury, but he’s not half bad either, and he loves to put on a little show in the shower, complete with dramatic hand gestures and over-the-top facial expressions. He’ll never admit to it, of course, and he’ll probably pretend to be embarrassed if caught in the act, but deep down, he’s a total shower diva.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

There are a few things that Auston wouldn’t like in a partner. First, he doesn’t like people who are dishonest or deceitful. He values honesty and open communication above all else, so he’d likely be turned off if he felt like someone was hiding something from him. Another thing he doesn’t like is when people are overly jealous or possessive. He had a past relationship where his partner was insanely jealous, and he won’t tolerate that kind of behavior again. Lastly, he’s not a fan of people who are constantly negative or pessimistic.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs? Does it change around a partner?)

Auston has a tendency to move around a lot in his sleep. He tosses and turns, hogging the blankets and kicking the pillows onto the floor. He also tends to starfish, spreading his arms and legs out like he’s trying to claim his territory on the bed. When he’s sleeping next to you, he’ll try to be more mindful of his movements, but he still ends up snoring a little and stealing the covers from you.

[queenboscha]

We agree Odalia is a terrible person, but she`s also as the show shows a terrible parents as well.

Letting the rest of the Isles die for the ascension of her family? Technically not the worst parenting move in the world from a purely literal perspective of trying to provide the best future for your kid.

She didnt want a good future for her kids, she wanted to be royalty after the day of unity, and she believed belos would give her that. Her family would be royals when you know they don`t want that.

"What he does with our products is none of our business. What is my business, is keeping our family ahead of the rest. You're welcome, everyone."

Ugh, there you go making that face. This is why I don't tell you things. [Delighted.] With the Emperor's favor, we'll live like royalty in the new world. Crowns and everything.

She`s not thinking about her family shes thinking about being on top, being royal and ruling over everyone else.

You'll thank me when you're a literal princess, princess. It's what's best for the family.

Trying to murder Luz? Well, she is the protege of the most wanted criminal in the entire Isles. I can't imagine why Odalia might not want her child associating with her. Weird concept, I know.

Luz just being Edas protege is no reason to kill her, she hasnt done anything to the Blights to make them hate her besides hanging around Amity. Thats it. Luz even offers to demonstrate for Amity when they were selling Abomitons. She tries to be nice to them but they still want to kill her! Ill get more on that later.

And that's actually something to keep in mind with what is seen as her biggest crimes: Kicking out Willow and getting Gus, Willow and Luz expelled. If we shift perspective a little... Odalia is just right. They are bad influences who are negatively impacting her daughter's ability to learn and better herself. Why would she want Amity to continue spending time with them?

Luz is literally the reason Amity stopped being mean to Willow and the two started becoming friends again, told he the truth about what happened at her birthday. Stopped being the Top Student and actually take care of herself and not stress over being perfect. That`s part of why they get together! Luz changing Amity for the better!

"Maybe your not a bully, havent been the friendliest witch either, I`ll think on that"

"I`m kinda amazed with how fearless you are, You`ve done things i could never do"

"Luz Willow and Gus are my friends, they`re nice to eachother, they listen to eachother, they make me think about the type of person I really want to be."

"Ever since Luz came here, things have just gotten confusing. I'm thinking things I've never thought before. I'm feeling things I never used to feel."

"Is that so bad? You weren't happy before"

Amity wasn`t happy under her parents rule, everyone could see that.

Odalia isnt right, being friends with Luz,Amity and Gus helped her be her real self, not a clone of her mother. She doesn`t want Amity to be around them because hanging around them, its harder for her to control Amity.

Yes, this includes tiny Willow. The ONE thing we see of the two of them as friends is them SKIPPING CLASS and hiding from the instructor, only for Willow to fail, get them attacked by animals and then in trouble. I'm sorry but that doesn't sound like a good thing to me.

Ah yes one time Willow couldnt do the spell correctly means shes a bad influence on her, shes a child, she said she was getting better at it. Children fail and mess up, that`s not a reason to suddenly stop being friends with them. We see multiple scenes of them as kids, riding that rollercoaster.

How do you know they were skipping class? They couldve just been in the library after school considering Amity loves the library and goofing off reading 13+ romance books. We saw how that librarian reacted like that to anything wrong going on in the library. Im positive hes reacting cause theyre reading romance books for 13 year olds, when they shouldnt be. Hiding from an instructor ONCE Cause Amity said it was one time and Willow said she would protect them. She was a late bloomer, thats not reason to stop being friends with someone. Besides those few moments I`m sure Amity and Willow were great students.

and doesn't get in the way of things like school or work for either herself or Amity. For what Odalia cares about, which is Amity improving herself to have a better shot at a good future, which is not a bad thing to want for your daughter, it's what Camila wants by sending Luz to Summer Camp, why would she condemn Boscha instead of the one playing Hookie?

Those incidents happening once would not deter Amity from improving herself, no its not a bad thing to want your daughter to keep improving and bettering herself, but Willow was not in the way of that, Odalia thought she was because she was a late bloomer but that wouldnt affect Amity. Camila thought she was doing the right thing sending Luz to summer camp when it wasnt, like Odalia thinking getting Amity to stop being friends with Willow would make her even better without her, Willow wasnt harming her.

Then we get the fact that Dana literally had a list of crimes stated out for why Luz was a menace since joining Hexside. If we shift the perspective to be that seeing the photo made Odalia go "Well, there's one bad influence, her grades are slipping and I did hear that something happened during Grom… I'm gonna look into this," rather than "I MUST CRUSH THESE PEOPLE WHO MAKE MY DAUGHTER SMILE!" then her actions seem pretty justifiable. I mean, before Luz even joined the school, her and Gus were skipping class and causing massive property damage. She was cheating on Willow's assignment and breaking in. The Grom one is bullshit but Luz is genuinely a menace. Not a Spider-Man, J. Jonah menace but genuinely causing problems and damage. And again: In active connection with the most wanted, WILD WITCH, in the ISLES. With that, Odalia almost looks like the only sane person here.

Odalia is not a sane person. Odalia never mentions her grades slipping, she talks about Amity not being in class and berates her for it when shes the one that called her into Bumps office. Gus skipped class before Luz came to the isles with his clone, Willow cheated only once for that class to help her get a good grade, not saying it was a good thing but she wanted to help her friend. Willow using her plants to protect Luz and end up impressing Bump to move her to the plant track. Gus in that episode where hes showing her the Human Realm Society didnt have a class, he was in charge of the Human Society,that was his class.

Bump agreed to let Luz into Hexside even after the abomination incident and detention pit, which Gus took the blame for considering he was fighting with Matt trying to impress him and show off. Luz was banned,but she believed it was lifted, Gus lied to her. Gus was the one that grabbed the bone to break the door first and they both broke it, but Gus had the idea. it was more Gus then Luz.

"The abomination situation, the destruction of detention, the rampage of Grom. [Willow and Gus have looks of worry on their faces, Luz looks confused and Amity angrily looks to the side, arms crossed.] These are but a few of the incidents that have endangered Hexside students, including our daughter"

Why did Odalia call them into the office? [Through her necklace.] Mama to Mittens, remember our deal: Make this look good, and we'll forgive your recent lackluster performance in school.

Lackluster could mean anything, one bad grade,test score, something not major to most that doesnt lead you to getting your friends getting expelled. Odalia told Bump about the incidents, not about Amitys grades.

Now mind you, main character bias, the fact that we know Eda is barely a criminal, etc. like that but Odalia doesn't have any of that. By the rules of her society, you know like Camila had to act from Luz threatening to vandalize her school with fireworks and assaulting her principal with a wild snake, she has every right to think Luz is bad. To think Luz is the worst possible person for her daughter to spend time with. Sure, she smiles… Now… But what about when life catches up? Breaking the rules is fun after all but there are consequences, at least if you're not Luz.

Defendingtheowlhouse explained it better than I could.

But heres my take. 1 Luz did not assault her principal, she didn`t make the snakes attack the principal, her having it and it attacked is not assault. Physical assault generally refers to a violent attack or the threat of such an attack, encompassing acts like pushing, hitting, kicking, or using weapons, and can include any attempt to cause physical harm. 

Luz did not threaten anyone with the snakes, she did not attack anyone with the snakes, she did not warn people she would use them for bad, she just used them for her project.Odalia does not even know this happened, she has no right based on what luz has done in the isles to think this about Luz, Luz has done nothing to her or her family.

Breaking the rules is fun after all but there are consequences, at least if you're not Luz.

Luz got sent to the principals office, thats a consequence of her actions. Camila told her she would send her to reality check camp even though the snake thing wasnt the reason why, thats a consequence, getting banned from Hexside, consequence, becoming Boschas water boy,getting detention, getting captured by Lilith, Luz has faced many consequences before for her actions, dont lie about the show now.

But what about her general parenting style? She places crushingly harsh restrictions on Amity after all! Well... No?

Here are her demands: I want you to keep your grades up but if you help me, I will let you dropping to being a B student slide with no further punishments.

Please wear this necklace so I can talk to you when I need to, much like texting a cellphone would do.

Please aim for an Ivy League school because I believe you are good enough for that and I will give you the support to reach that height.

I would like your hair to be green.

Here are her demands: I want you to keep your grades up but if you help me, I will let you dropping to being a B student slide with no further punishments.

Being top student usually comes with harsh punishments if that student doesn`t follow or messes up on a test/homework etc. And there were consequences that were brought up earlier. Amity helping with the showcase. Forced to help and forced to go through what Luz did in that episode everytime. Luz/Amity is put into PHYSICAL DANGER!

Knives, Axes, those sharp battle things, those can all be dangerous to anyone! Including Luz and Amity! They can go wrong, malfunction, and someone can get hurt! They specialize in WEAPONRY! USED TO HARM PEOPLE! And Odalia said it wouldn`t rest until the enemy was COMPLETLY ELIMINATED That could mean anything for Amity! and death for Luz! Using a weapon abomination until you get something out of the child is abuse!

And how does Luz do during this demonstration?

Slammed into the wall by the force of the abomination sticky launcher

Dagger full of sharp arrows she has to dodge and risk getting stabbed/crossbows

Launched up by an abomination fist and if not caught could hurt

Abomiton 2.0 that can turn its one hands into more weapons! Tryigng to smash and stab her,cut her leg off if Amity hadn`t intervened, smash them both with a hammer, thrown up into the rafters

Luz already has scratches and cuts on her before the show is over! She says she needs to go lie down when she gets to the owl House! exhausted and probably in pain!

What sane parent wants to put their child through that? Witch or not Amity would still get bruises and cuts from dealing with that just like Luz.

Amity being forced to take on extra work to stay caught up, after she already has work she has to do, just stressing her out even more.

Please aim for an Ivy League school because I believe you are good enough for that and I will give you the support to reach that height.

Amity herself said she didnt even want to tryout for the Emperors Coven, did Odalia listen to her? No.

You mean to make sure I get there. Dad… I don't want to go to coven tryouts. I wanna enter the Brawl, and maybe win the champion belt. Like you did.

I don't even want to join a coven anymore.

What? You don't want to join the Emperor's Coven anymore? But that's- that's always been your dream. Amity: No, that's always been Mom's dream. And you just went along with it.

I would like your hair to be green.

See? You don't talk to us anymore! You're too busy making these monsters for the Emperor, and Mom's been too busy trying to dye my hair green.

I… I like your new hair color. It's abomination-colored. Amity: Finally someone gets it. Can you tell Mom that?

That`s not requesting her hair to be green, that`s quite literally forcing her to dye her hair green for her sake, to match the family image.

Please wear this necklace so I can talk to you when I need to, much like texting a cellphone would do.

With everything else, I doubt Amity willingly wears the necklace, scrolls exist in the isles, use those like everyone else does. And the only time she uses the necklace is to threaten and convince Amity to do something, never for just a call.

Through Amity's necklace.] Take this as a lesson, mittens. A Blight always upholds their end of the deal.

[Uses her necklace.] Amity Blight, you are in so much troub—

Amity appears to have PLENTY of free time where she is entirely unmonitored and allowed to do as she pleases. This isn't even just post Escaping Expulsion. She spends time just hanging out with Boscha after all.

Odalia chose Boscha as her friend, of coarse she accepts the two hanging out. She trusts Boscha. Boscha would probably tattle back to Odalia or her own parents to tattle on her. Amity said herself they were mean.

She goes to the Knee to train but that's without any supervision besides the twins who are known troublemakers (pin that in the back of your head btw).

If the twins were such bad troublemakers Odalia didnt trust them to watch over Amity, she wouldve sent someone else. The twins are still protectors of Amity, they still care for her and obviously care about her feelings, apologizing about the library incident after all. And grom, Amity could`ve very likely snuck out to go try and process her feelings when Luz found her, like the twins probably do daily.

Even the necklace isn't like full control over her. It never overrides her body or mind. It's literally just sending messages. That's nothing, especially for a fantasy mom? Oh my god could that necklace be way fucking worse.

A parent finding a way to get into their kids head and talking to them is 1) Creepy, 2) The way Odalia uses it to threaten Amity. if that happened in real life it would be classified as abusive like it is now.yes it could be worse, but its already bad now.

When forcing her to dye her hair green, but not entirely so Amity must have some amount of say as to the styling of it or else her front half star wouldn't be allowed to exist, is the worst thing she's actually doing with evidence to back it…

or you know Amitys trying to stay away from her so she cant dye her hair again to keep her roots showing like she wears later in the show. minimum say, still bad when she says Odalia practically forces her to dye her hair, and other things I`ve backed up here.

Them not saying SHES their greatest fear does not mean they aren1t afraid of her.Does not mean they dont also suffer under her. Amity was afraid of her.

The twins got hurt under her, in Clouds on the Horizon they look to be in pain when the abomiantions hold them and Odalia says their punishment is more than just grounding.

Don't worry, they'll just be grounded. With maximum security.

Thats more than just a regular punisment. And between the two being with that abomination and their mother they get hurt between then, Edric especially.

They look fine here, but the next time we see them they`re both beat up pretty bad.

So you know soemthing happened between then and when we see them next. And with Amity so worried about them. This means that at some point between those scenes, he got pretty hurt and given the situation, it was almost certainly either Odaila or the abomination (which was under Odaila's control). We also know that during that same time, she broke Amity's tamagotchi thing which would reinforce the idea I said above of her breaking their things when she uses physical abuse.

Back to your point, maybe the twins didn`t want to say they were afraid of their mother, but another point, with Odalia the twins say

Wanna say our greatest fears? On three. One, two... being alone forever! Emira [Overlapping.] Being stuck with you forever.

With Emiras and as twins you know siblings dont want to be attached at the hip the rest of their lives, they want their own lives, but Odalia wanting them to dye their hair like Amity does, dress the same, thats what she would force them to do the rest of their lives. Edrics fear is kinda the same, being alone forever, not having anyone outside of his family, not having friends like Amity-because of their parents.

Another thing, in Reaching Out Edric doesn`t believe in himself, keeps doubting himself whenever he tries to help.

Oh! I thought Skin Badgers ate shushrooms, not goreberries. Also, they're strong, so you'll need a fortified rope. [He traces a spell circle in the air, then touches the rope, which turns gold. King and Eda look at each other as Edric stands up.] Sorry. I'm probably messing stuff up. Just forget I said anything.

You think I could help? [Looks down and frowns, but stops and smiles.] Okay, I'll do it!

King:You're enjoying this, aren't you, Blight brother? Edric: It's just... nice to be taken seriously for once.

Edric isn`t taken seriously, he doubts himself, who could that come from? Its a headcanon but its still likely, like with Emira taking up healing magic to take care of her siblings.

With what you said with Amitys diary, shes says everyone else cant see the twins arent perfect, so Amity takes the blame for the twins messing up, she tries to tell her parents about it but they dont listen to her, they think of the twins as Angels compared to Amity who HAS to be top student, has to take multiple classes and stay on top and be friends with only the highest of honors, we don`t see the twins going through that, just Amity.

Amity literally tries to sabotage her mother's company and attack her and Odalia's reaction is just to go "Yep, that Luz girl sure is a menace, with a literal bounty, but you're still my daughter." That is the patience of a god damned saint right there.

Amity sabotages the showcase because Luz is in danger because of Odalia, she probably doesnt WANT to sabotage it but Odalia didnt listen to her before when she tried so that was the only one! Odalia gets upset at Amity for doing that, and doesnt do anything because Alador says shes getting strong enough to join a coven soon. Thats again ALL they care about. Not actually understanding their daughter, understanding they were about to kill Edas kid, which Eda also points out. And she doesnt even want to keep her promise to Amity,

Growls furiously.] As if I'd actually let them go back! I will call every authority I know! I'll make sure they can't-

Alador interrupts her, its not her being a saint its Alador talking her out of keeping Amitys friends out of school so they can`t succeed.

Odalia is one of the worst parents in the show, no shes not Belos abusive and eveil, but shes still abusive and a bad mom, im sorry you watched a completly different show and couldnt see it but its all there.There`s evidence of Odlaia being abusive that several people in the fandom have showed since Alador and Odalia officially appeared on the show.

How Terrible of a Parent is Odalia?

TL:DR: If we ignore narrative bias, Odalia is at best a little bit of a helicopter parent and nothing else. Her being a bad person actually doesn't translate to her being a bad parent and we actually have very little evidence that she is actually even that controlling.

So I want to start with saying that this isn't about whether Odalia is or isn't a good person. She is not. The show is cartoonishly evil with her... But in weird ways for their goals. Her most evil acts actually have little to nothing to do with parenting. Letting the rest of the Isles die for the ascension of her family? Technically not the worst parenting move in the world from a purely literal perspective of trying to provide the best future for your kid. Trying to murder Luz? Well, she is the protege of the most wanted criminal in the entire Isles. I can't imagine why Odalia might not want her child associating with her. Weird concept, I know.

And that's actually something to keep in mind with what is seen as her biggest crimes: Kicking out Willow and getting Gus, Willow and Luz expelled. If we shift perspective a little... Odalia is just right. They are bad influences who are negatively impacting her daughter's ability to learn and better herself. Why would she want Amity to continue spending time with them?

Yes, this includes tiny Willow. The ONE thing we see of the two of them as friends is them SKIPPING CLASS and hiding from the instructor, only for Willow to fail, get them attacked by animals and then in trouble. I'm sorry but that doesn't sound like a good thing to me. Even just trolling around the market and pranking some people in your own free time is better, which is the worst thing we ever see Boscha do in this sort of regard. Sure, Boscha is a bully but not to an extreme level (King makes a fucking point of how tame she is) and doesn't get in the way of things like school or work for either herself or Amity. For what Odalia cares about, which is Amity improving herself to have a better shot at a good future, which is not a bad thing to want for your daughter, it's what Camila wants by sending Luz to Summer Camp, why would she condemn Boscha instead of the one playing Hookie?

Then we get the fact that Dana literally had a list of crimes stated out for why Luz was a menace since joining Hexside. If we shift the perspective to be that seeing the photo made Odalia go "Well, there's one bad influence, her grades are slipping and I did hear that something happened during Grom... I'm gonna look into this," rather than "I MUST CRUSH THESE PEOPLE WHO MAKE MY DAUGHTER SMILE!" then her actions seem pretty justifiable. I mean, before Luz even joined the school, her and Gus were skipping class and causing massive property damage. She was cheating on Willow's assignment and breaking in. The Grom one is bullshit but Luz is genuinely a menace. Not a Spider-Man, J. Jonah menace but genuinely causing problems and damage. And again: In active connection with the most wanted, WILD WITCH, in the ISLES. With that, Odalia almost looks like the only sane person here.

Now mind you, main character bias, the fact that we know Eda is barely a criminal, etc. like that but Odalia doesn't have any of that. By the rules of her society, you know like Camila had to act from Luz threatening to vandalize her school with fireworks and assaulting her principal with a wild snake, she has every right to think Luz is bad. To think Luz is the worst possible person for her daughter to spend time with. Sure, she smiles... Now... But what about when life catches up? Breaking the rules is fun after all but there are consequences, at least if you're not Luz.

But what about her general parenting style? She places crushingly harsh restrictions on Amity after all! Well... No?

Here are her demands: I want you to keep your grades up but if you help me, I will let you dropping to being a B student slide with no further punishments.

Please wear this necklace so I can talk to you when I need to, much like texting a cellphone would do.

Please aim for an Ivy League school because I believe you are good enough for that and I will give you the support to reach that height.

I would like your hair to be green.

I mean... These all sound... good? Now yes, pushed to the extreme they can be bad. If there is no leeway, like if Odalia forced Amity to spend every second studying, threatened to disown her if she didn't get into the EC and demanded 100s on every test then yeah, she'd genuinely be abusive but she's not. Amity appears to have PLENTY of free time where she is entirely unmonitored and allowed to do as she pleases. This isn't even just post Escaping Expulsion. She spends time just hanging out with Boscha after all. She's able to run out into the woods to angst about Grom coming up. She goes to the Knee to train but that's without any supervision besides the twins who are known troublemakers (pin that in the back of your head btw). Even the necklace isn't like full control over her. It never overrides her body or mind. It's literally just sending messages. That's nothing, especially for a fantasy mom? Oh my god could that necklace be way fucking worse. When forcing her to dye her hair green, but not entirely so Amity must have some amount of say as to the styling of it or else her front half star wouldn't be allowed to exist, is the worst thing she's actually doing with evidence to back it... That's pretty fucking tame. It's like telling your kid "No, you're not allowed to have giant chains on your pants because they make you look like a thug." Oh and on the disown element? Amity literally tries to sabotage her mother's company and attack her and Odalia's reaction is just to go "Yep, that Luz girl sure is a menace, with a literal bounty, but you're still my daughter." That is the patience of a god damned saint right there.

And hey, what about the twins? They're Odalia's kids too. They don't fear Odalia though. She is neither of theirs greatest fear. In fact, they'd rather be with her than alone, because being alone is at least Edric's greatest fear. If she's as monstrous as the fandom likes to say, that should not be the case. Also, they do skip classes like Willow made Amity. We know this because Amity literally states it in her diary with frustration that no one does anything about it. That implies she tried getting people to do it. So why didn't Odalia crack down on them? Do they do things for as deals to get away with their freedom like Amity helping with the Abomaton show? I mean, same episode we meet them, they show up because Odalia told them to bring Amity her lunch because she forgot about it. Odalia cares enough that she'll see her daughter forgot her food, doesn't have to ask Amity where she is but instead keeps enough of an ear on her daughter's life to know where she is, which avoids some amount of claims of neglect, and sends Edric and Emira to the library. This could be read as not wanting to bother with it but just as easily it could be "Sweet, an excuse to force my trouble making twins to go to the library where they might actually study for once if Amity forces them to." It could also be that because she runs everything about Blight Industries besides R&D, she was just too busy, which is not the greatest sin in the world despite what kid's movies will tell you.

So... Why is Odalia labeled the worst parent ever? Why is she made out to be as abusive as Belos, who will literally kill Hunter if he's displeased enough, when there's so little evidence for it? Because I wouldn't bother with this sort of blog if not for the claims the fandom likes to make. The exact same claims that led to my first ever TOH blog that was about the contradictions in how people talked about Odalia post S1 and literally every piece of evidence we had. Is she flawless? God no. But this is a show that criticizes Camila for being too oppressive as a parent.

MAYBE it's a little misguided on what parenting actually is and you should question how it portrays its parents. See you next tale.

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Oh, small additional edit to expand briefly on Clouds on the Horizon: Her kids literally attempt terrorism and her response is to ground them. Just. Ground them. With one person keeping an eye on them. Sure a trained guard but they just tried to commit TERRORISM.

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Blood Sugar Virus (8)

CHAPTER EIGHT

Genre: Horror, zombies, strangers to lovers, angst, suspense Pairing: Kang Yeosang x female!reader Warnings: based on the Wanteez Zombie episode, ages are based on current Ateez rather than the time at which the actual episode was filmed, descriptions of violence, fear, injury, very brief vomiting (not descriptive), someone turns into a zombie, someone gets attacked (not descriptive), language.

Story Summary: You (stage name Sugar) are the co-captain of a horror acting group. You and your guys are the ones the companies hire when they want to stage a zombie, ghost, or any vaguely horrific and dystopian episode. So when you get hired by Ateez to develop a zombie program, it's just another routine that you've done a million times. Everything's going exactly according to script--until suddenly it isn't, and it starts getting a little too real.

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Navigating this hellscape with a clear head feels like an impossible task, but it’s the only way forward. Whether you like it or not, you got everybody into this mess and you’re going to get everyone out. It’s not about the thrill of the game or the paycheck or your career success anymore.

Now, somehow, it’s about safety.

Maybe not life and death—you hope it’s not life and death—but certainly trauma and injury. You’ve been attacked, Wooyoung has been attacked, Yeosang’s been thrust into danger, and you don’t know how the other six members of Ateez are doing.

This is your problem. You have to approach it with a clear head. “The gym and locker room are across the hall.” You push up your sleeves and pretend your heart isn’t racing. When you get home and crawl into bed, you can cry to your heart’s content.

Right now you have to be steady.

“So?” Wooyoung is still dizzy by your shift in behavior, jumping off the desk to follow you.

“So there will be towels. Plenty of towels. My thought is, if there are others…similarly affected, and the teeth are the threat,” you pause and remember the claw marks Jin has left on your ribs. You shake it off. That’s a problem for later. “Then we cover the teeth.”

“Using towels.” Yeosang appears beside you. “That’s smart.”

You move to step into the hall, and then stop. “Actually,” turning back to your clients, you point to the window that’s on the exterior wall. “You guys can get that open and get out. I’ll find the others.”

“No way, I’m coming.” Wooyoung argues. When you shoot him a glance, he lifts his good hand to stop your next words. “I can help you find them.”

“Yeah, you don’t have to do this by yourself. What if there are more of them?” Yeosang adds.

Your jaw clenches, displeased with the way his reference to ‘them’ seems to suck the humanity out of the situation. “They’re my friends. They’re not monsters. And they’re not your responsibility.”

Startled by the hint of hostility in your tone, Yeosang lets your words hang for a moment. He glances at Wooyoung, who also appears somewhat abashed. “But our friends aren’t just yours either.”

“You are my clients. You are my responsibility. You should go.” The last thing you want is to send the only sane people in your vicinity away and go into the depths of the nightmare school by yourself, but you have to put them first. They have a chance to get to safety.

They have a chance to be out of danger.

But as you cross the hall and step into the gym, you find them both behind you.

Of course they’re not leaving.

Of course they won’t leave their brothers in danger.

“We don’t even know if the companies are still out there.” Wooyoung tells you. “If they were, wouldn’t they have come for us by now?”

You don’t answer. You don’t want to think about that.

Because he’s right.

Your crew should have been breaking the doors down by now, so where are they?

“Towels.” Yeosang is to your right, elbows deep in a laundry basket. He pulls out a stack of folded bath towels, and tosses two to Wooyoung. “Wasn’t there another team downstairs?”

“I haven’t seen anyone. We made a lot of noise, wouldn’t they have come out?” Wooyoung slings the towels over his shoulder and turns back to the hall. “Unless they’re hurt. We should check the rooms as we go.”

“They might have thought the noise was zombies. Or sound effects. We have some scream tracks.” You offer, accepting two more towels from Yeosang.

If they’re going to stay with you, that’s their choice. That’s on them. And honestly you’re grateful. You’re not sure you could convince yourself to do this alone.

“I don’t know. Maybe. Do you have scream tracks like that?” Yeosang meets your eyes, doubtful.

“I heard you scream Yeo’s name from the first classroom.” Wooyoung tells you. “I thought—I dunno, I thought you would be in a lot worse shape than I found you.”

He has a point.

You turn away. “There are twenty people in this building. If the five of us made all that noise, then where is everyone else?”

Now armed with your measly cloth shields, the three of you venture back into the hall and make your way towards the stairs. If anything at all went according to your program, none of the other teams should have been on the first floor.

The first Fever Time was supposed to send all of the zombies to the second floor.

“Dammit.” You had forgotten about the Fever Times.

“What?” Wooyoung is keeping close to you, his eyes scanning as you go.

“The class bells are automated. They’re set to go off every fifteen minutes for the zombie Fever Time. How long has it been?”

Wooyoung checks the nearest clock. “Thirteen minutes. But the program is over, right? It’s just noise now.”

“It’s over to us.” Yeosang reminds him. “Who knows what’s happening upstairs. And who knows what’s happening with the actors. If they’re like Jin and Taehyung, it might set them off for real. That’s when Jin bit you, right?”

You don’t have to answer that.

They both know the answer.

“Something’s wrong with Hobie, too.” You’ve arrived at the entrance. The glass doors loom before you, still chained, still streaked with blood.

Wooyoung’s blood.

You pause. “Last chance, guys.”

Wooyoung just nudges you towards the stairs. “We all have friends we’re not leaving behind. We’re not leaving.”

As you mount the steps, you find Yeosang at your elbow once again. “Hoseok, right? You noticed something?” A moment passes and he lets out a terse breath. “Back there, before everything happened, when we were still playing—when you saw Hoseok—“

“His hand was broken.” You interrupt flatly. “All twisted and hanging. And he wasn’t even reacting, he was still acting like a zombie.”

“So when I grabbed you,” Yeosang looks to you again, regret splashed across his face. “When I covered your mouth.”

“You probably saved us from a first bite.” You respond firmly. “If he’s like the others, if he can’t feel the pain, he probably would have attacked us.”

“God, this is insane. What the hell happened to them?” Wooyoung mutters.

“Still.” Yeosang says to you. “You tried to tell me. I thought you were acting. I’m sorry.”

You shrug and feel the sting in your bite. “You wouldn’t have believed I wasn’t acting anyway. I wouldn’t even have believed it. Before Jin…before all of that, I thought Namjoon had just added to the program without telling me.”

You’re on the first landing now.

“Let’s be quiet.” Wooyoung whispers. “If they’re all upstairs we shouldn’t draw attention before we know what’s going on up there.”

Yeosang nods, and you grit your teeth.

The moment you reach the second floor, every bell in the school comes alive.

So much for silence.

SAN | YUNHO

Jungkook shrugs off his ropes and unfolds himself from his chair, stretching his aching limbs as traces of the blue liquid still burn an uncomfortable trail down the back of his throat. “Kinda brave of you guys to use your only cure on us. What if you get bit?” He shoots them a wry grin and stretches his arms over his head.

Yunho shrugs and helps Jennie get her balance as she stands on stiff legs. “Guess we’ll just have to not get bit.”

San is scanning the chalkboard, looking for more information, but it’s just the instruction to rescue one of the students. Nothing more. “You said the professor tied you up? Namjoon? So he’s not a zombie?”

Jungkook moves to the windows and checks the hallway. “No he’s not a zombie. He created the zombies.”

Yunho snorts. “Kinda dumb. Why would he do that? Is this an evil scientist story?”

“Dr. Kim is not dumb, or evil.” Jennie retorts. “Misguided opportunist, maybe.”

“Didn’t you just call him a sadistic psychopath?” Jungkook responds snappily.

She rolls her eyes. “Sure, when I was tied up with a zombie.”

“You were the zombie, dumbass.” Jungkook grabs her arm and shows the prosthetic bite wound that was hidden by her sleeve.

She looks sheepish. “Right. Forgot. Anyway.” She turns back to Yunho and San, who are both somewhat embarrassed that they didn’t check for bite marks. “Dr. Kim was working on the key to immortality. I guess he got his formula wrong, because—“

“Because instead of curing death, he started the damn apocalypse and invented a new way to die.” Jungkook finishes sardonically. “Real smart guy, huh?”

“So if he’s not evil and the zombie thing was an accident, why are you so worried about him taking Rosé? I assume he wasn’t trying to keep her safe?” San asks.

Jennie looks almost apologetic. “No. Not really. Kind of. Apparently he had the next stage of his immortality cure worked up and he needed to test it. You know, before the entire school gets infected.”

“Charming.” Yunho mutters. “So he’s giving her a potentially worse zombie virus.”

“Or maybe he succeeded this time.” Jungkook shrugs glibly. “You break some eggs trying to come up with immortality.”

“Sure.” San utters a laugh and turns to Yunho. “So what do we do now? We saved the students, we should get the next clue, right?”

“Right.” Jungkook digs in his pocket. He retrieves a slip of paper and passes it to San. “Rosé snuck me this before he took her away. She says they’re taking her upstairs to his lab. If they made it up there, maybe we still have time before he gives her the serum.”

Yunho pockets the note and checks the clock. “We have five minutes until the next Fever Time. I say we stay here until it’s over and then make for the stairs.” He pulls up a chair and sits, San following suit.

“I love this.” San says. “It’s like we’re in an action movie. I didn’t know Namjoon was gonna be the antagonist.”

“He’s not!” Jennie stumbles over a chair leg and rubs at her arm around the itchy prosthetic bite. “He wasn’t trying to create the zombies.”

Jungkook looks a little green. “She’s in love with the boss, ignore her. It makes her a sympathizer.”

Jennie gives his arm a solid whack. “I am not. Immortality is not an evil pursuit.”

“Depends on how you view the course of nature.” Jungkook shoots back, and leans against a wall. “God my head hurts.”

“Wait, like actually? Or just for the story? You and Namjoon?” San turns to Jennie. “Are there couples in your team?”

Jennie shoots him a wink. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. We’re just students.”

Scoffing, Jungkook slides himself down to the floor to sit. “Nice professionalism.”

“Shut up.”

“No, for real. I want to know. We don’t have anything to do right now, right?” San pushes cheerfully. “We won’t tell anyone you broke character.”

“Oh none of us are officially dating.” Jennie says, moving to sit with San and Yunho. “Once upon a time we thought Sugar and Jimin were gonna be a thing, but—“

“Ugh, god, I feel sick.” Jungkook grumbles.

“Dude, can it, who says I’m not gossiping about our classmates?” Jennie waves off her snarky colleague and grins at San. “And then there was this program where Taehyung and Yoongi—“

When she breaks off, Yunho looks up.

She’s leaning over, one hand on her stomach. “Actually, I kinda feel sick too.” Jennie looks at Jungkook and frowns. “It’s burning, right?”

Just as she says the words, Jungkook slumps over on his side. He’s clutching his abdomen, groaning painfully through his teeth. “What the fuck,” his voice is gritted, shaking. “It was just supposed to be soju.”

Before either San or Yunho can move, Jennie falls heavily off of her chair.

“Check her,” Yunho says, rushing to Jungkook. “Is this the game? Hey, I’m serious, is this an act?” He pulls Jungkook up by the shoulders and finds himself bearing almost all of the older man’s weight.

“She’s convulsing. There’s blood and bile,” San has a handful of Jennie’s hair as she writhes on the floor next to him. “I don’t think this is fake—oh shit!” He jumps forward and yanks her off the floor as her head slams against the tile, her entire body rigid and tense.

Jungkook leans away from Yunho and pukes a string of stomach bile and blood, shakily scrubbing at his mouth with his sleeve. “Something’s wrong.” He mutters. “Fuck I don’t feel good.”

Yunho watches helplessly as the man twitches, hands trembling violently. Jungkook’s body lurches and convulses, just like Jennie’s. “What the hell is happening?”

“I don’t know!” San is panicking. “I think she’s choking, hyung, I don’t know—“ before he can finish, Jennie twists and seizes him by the arms. In a flash, her eyes are black pits, her face pale as death.

“I want—“ she shudders, and pukes again on the floor between them. “I want—“

San tries to keep her upright, his hands gripping her shoulders. “What? I can find water. I can run downstairs and find the crew, they can get help.”

Jungkook grips Yunho’s arm. “The bottles.”

Yunho’s eyes snap to the empty cure bottles forgotten on the desk. “The cure bottles?”

“Don’t drink them.” Jungkook rasps, squeezing his eyes shut. “They’re not—“ he groans and covers his face with his hands, clenching fists over his eyes. “They’re not what we put in them. My head is pounding. Oh god.”

Yunho doesn’t hear the next thing he says.

His attention is stolen by a sudden shriek as Jennie hurls herself at San, teeth flashing white in the dim room.

San throws himself back, the small woman curled over his chest and her hands gripping his shirt so tightly her nails pierce his skin. “Stop—hyung!—stop, fuck, stop!”

When Yunho tries to get up to get the actor off of his friend, Jungkook’s hand tightens around his arm. “Put me in the back room. Yunho, I swear to god, put me in the back room.”

Yunho tries to shake him off, but Jungkook is strong. “Why? The fuck is going on?”

“I don’t know. I don’t know. Just do it. I want—“ Jungkook’s eyes roll, and he shakes his head to force himself back into focus. “Put me in the fucking closet before I fucking take a bite out of you.”

Right on cue, the second Fever Time begins.

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You rearrange the stuff on the coffee table once again. There's no reason for you to do that; the things were perfectly fine in the spots they were in. You're doing it to occupy yourself with something so your anxiety doesn't eat you alive. You leave the things alone for a bit, staring down at them, analysing. One of your hands reaches out to repeat the process when your doorbell rings.

You shoot up, startled by the noise. You were so wrapped up in your head that you didn't notice the time flying by. You make your way towards the door, taking a couple of deep breaths to calm yourself.

You stand in front of the door, wiping your palms on your pants, trying to get rid of imaginary sweat. After taking another deep breath, you open the door. There he is, Rafayel, standing with curiosity written all over his face. He shows you a bag with takeout with a smile. You let him in, both of you exchanging greetings.

You show him to your living room, telling him to feel at home. You go and grab some utensils to make eating easier. He takes out the food out of the bag, handing over your portion. You thank him, and both of you start eating. The room is quiet; the only disturbance in silence is the muffled noises of eating. You stop eating for a bit, staring down at the container of food. You feel an overwhelming urge to apologise to Rafayel again.

"I'm sorry for how I acted the other day." Your sight still fixed on the food in front of you, afraid to see how disappointed Rafayel must be with you. "And for ignoring all of your messages," you take another bite out of your food, having it be the reason for you not to look at him.

"I already told that it's fine." Rafayel mindlessly stabs the food, trying to find something to say, something you'll actually believe in. "No hard feelings, really." He looks at you, smiling, but you don't see that. You're still avoiding looking at him.

"Doesn't change the fact that I feel bad," you admit, quietly, almost ashamed.

"It also doesn't change the fact that you had every right to react the way you did." Rafayel put down the fork, putting his hand on your shoulder and squeezing it. "I apologise for not including you in making ideas on how to help you." His hand lingers on your shoulder, giving you courage to look at him.

"I know now that you just wanted to help," you say, a soft smile on your lips. "And to be honest, I wouldn't be that much help anyway," you laugh, stabbing your food with a fork.

Rafayel chuckles, taking his hand from your shoulder. The two of you come back to eating, silence falling between you once again. This time is different as you feel much lighter in Rafayel's presence. The two of you ate, enjoying each other's company. It didn't feel like this was your third time meeting the man. More like hanging out with an old friend or someone you knew in another life. You stole a few glances at Rafayel to see him stuffing his mouth full of food. Rafayel seemed so eager to help you the previous times you saw him. You wondered if he's still interested in doing so. You also remembered him mentioning having a plan to help with your block. You decided to ask him about other parts of his plan.

"What other ideas did you have?" You ask, the fear that was keeping you from looking at him long gone as you stare directly at him. You see Rafayel's head shoot up at your question, his eyes filled with excitement.

"Wait, you still want my help?" Rafayel asks, shocked. He was sure you'll no longer be interested in his help.

"Yeah, I don't think I can fix it by myself." You shrug your shoulders, using the fork to play with your food. "Just this time have something more than changing the space I write in." Rafayel chuckles, and you smile, feeling at ease.

"Noted." He smiles, his eyes closed, his white teeth out, blinding you. "I have just a thing in mind, actually." He looks into the distance, the smile on his face turning to an obnoxious grin.

"And what is it?" You're not sure if you like the look on his face; it smells like trouble.

"What do you think of beaches?"

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Maybe reader is feeling self conscious and having self esteem issues when it comes to Joaquin being the Falcon and who he works with/approaches him and she tries to pack up and leave one day (happy ending is okay though 😅) thank you ❤️

Feelings ~ Joaquín Torres

synopsis: you leave Joaquín one morning after your feeling of insecurity got too much to ignore.

tw: fem!reader, limited use of y/n, insecure feelings, barely edited.

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You told yourself that were ok with it, the way Joaquín got recognized everywhere. That he was with you, that he chose you, that the girls that come up and flirt with him mean nothing to him. Yet when you see him smile and get flustered at their words, the way they would giggle when he smiled at them. You knew he was just being nice, that he needed to be nice. His whole job was public and there was more to it than just saving people.

So you would stand off to the side, let the girls surround him and giggle and flirt and touch him. You would take deep breathes, remind yourself that he wanted you and that he would tell you if he was no longer in love with you. You would watch as he would smile at them, in a way that he once swore he only smiled like that for you. The way he would let them hang off him and how he would laugh as they threw themselves on him.

"Are you ok?" He would always ask afterward, knowing you so well that he could tell something was bothering you.

"I'm fine, just tired," you would lie, walking just a little faster thinking you could run from the problems.

It was after one of these run in, one that the girl kissed Joaquín's cheek, that you couldn't do this anymore. You waited until he went to bed, he wasn't a heavy sleeper but it was easier to get around when he was asleep. You had a bag pulled from the garage already, you had it pulled out by Joaquín for a trip you took a few days ago. All you had do to was throw clothes and some necessities into it and leave. It was easier said than done, you had to be quiet and every time Joaquín would slightly wake up you would have to stop moving and let him roll over and go back to sleep. You heart clenched when you realized he never once reached for you like he did before, that he didn't search you out when he would wake up even the slightest bit.

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You were gone by the time Joaquín woke up, he never woke up to an empty bed when home. You would always be in bed with him or you would call out from the bathroom that you would be right back. But you weren't, you weren't in bed and the bathroom door was wide open with the light off. Joaquín jumped out of bed, his heart beating wildly as he looked for you. He checked the other bedrooms, the other bathrooms, the kitchen, the living room, the dining room, everywhere in the house. Even in the cabinets, he was frantic and ran back for his phone. He tried yours but it just went to voicemail, he tried 3 more times before he called Sam.

"Hey," Sam answered his phone.

"Do you know where y/n is?" Joaquín rushed his question out.

"No, I mean she was over early this morning. Gave me something to give to you when we get into work, why?"

"She's not here, did she say anything else?"

"When I asked why she couldn't give you the note herself she said she had a work trip," Sam explained, suddenly feeling like you had lied to him.

"No, her work trip was a few days ago," Joaquín told Sam, rushing to get ready. "I'm headed to your house now," Joaquín hung up the phone and grabbed his keys and wallet, running down to his car. Noting your missing one made him almost sob.

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You were at your best friend's place, she had known about how you were feeling. She had seen how you curled into yourself and how you couldn't even smile while watching Joaquín get happy about being recognized first hand.

"Y/n, come on. You need to get up," Arabella, your best friend, gently rubbed your arm. You had spent the last few hours just laying in her guest bedroom, staring at the wall.

"Bella, what if I'm overreacting?" Your voice was barely loud enough for her to hear.

"You are," she told you matter of factly and you sat up so fast you made yourself dizzy. "But, you have every right to overreact and feel this way," she told you in the most motherly way.

"But," she cut you off with a small shush.

"No buts, you have done so well. You have put up with so much, the only other thing you could have done is talk to him. Which, you know, would be the smart decision but it is your decision to make," you smiled at Arabella's words.

"I gave Sam a note to give to Joaquín," you laid back down on the bed.

"I made breakfast, come on," Arabella grabbed your hands and gently pulled you up.

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Joaquín,

I'm sorry for just getting up and leaving. I wanted you to have this so you know why, it's not your fault so don't blame yourself.

I love how you're Falcon, I love that you want to help people in every way you can. And I love that you get so excited that you get recognized on the street and that you love to take photos with them.

It just became too much, watching as girls, and guys, come up to you and flirt and hang off you. It's not your fault that you let them, that you're a public figure with an image to maintain.

I thought I could handle it, that it didn't bother me because I knew you loved me. That I knew you chose me even when you didn't have to. I knew that you would tell me if you didn't love me anymore, but I can't shake the feeling that you're just trying to save my feelings. That you don't want to hurt me because that's not who you are. I know you don't know this, but you don't reach for me at night anymore. You stay on your side of the bed and when I try to move closer at night you push me away. I know you're probably thinking about how you wake up with me in your arms every morning, and that's because when I notice your waking up I'll just move closer and you pull me to you once you do wake up.

I'm sorry for not having the courage to tell you in person, you deserve someone who isn't a coward to tell you how they feel. I don't want to force you to do anything, I don't want you to have to stay with me because you're too nice to hurt someone.

I leave the decision on whether you want to stay with me up to you.

I love you and if you don't love me then I'm sorry for how long you've wasted on me,

Y/n

Joaquín cried as he finished your letter, he knew you were feeling off. You would brush him off, he figured you would tell him before it got too bad. He felt horrible, you kept telling him in the note that it's not his fault, but he couldn't felt but feel like it is.

"Do you need the day off?" Sam saw Joaquín's tears running down his face.

"I," Joaquín sighed, trying to get his feelings under wraps.

"Go, I'm making the decision for you," Sam told Joaquín to leave and the aforementioned man just left. He didn't know where to go, he figured you were with Arabella but he also knew you wouldn't want to see him so soon in the day. He sat in his truck, debating on whether or not to call you. He stared at your contact, the name, Mi Novia ❤️, stared back. He didn't care that you thought he didn't love you anymore, he wouldn't change your contact name until you told him you didn't love him. But he was desperate to hear your voice, he pressed the call button and listened to it ring.

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You stared at your phone, Joaquín's contact name, Mi Corazón ❤️, taunted you. You couldn't bare to change the contact name, your heart not ready for that heartbreak. You let out a shaky sigh before grabbing your phone to answer it.

"Hello?" Your voice shook and you debating on just hanging up.

"Angel," Joaquín sounded relieved to hear your voice.

"Joaquín, I'm sorry," you apologized and his heart broke when he heard the sob tear its way out of your throat. "I thought I could handle this, I'm sorry," you sobbed before you hung up.

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Joaquín hung his head and let his own sob out. It broke his heart that he was the reason you were crying, that he caused this mush heartbreak. He put his car in drive and drove home, he knew it would hurt being there knowing that you wouldn't be there waiting for him.

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"Bella," you walked out of the guest room to find your friend. She was in the living room with her girlfriend, both of them rushing over to you when they saw you were sobbing. "He called me, I thought I could handle it. But hearing his voice and him calling me angel was too much, I hung up," you sobbed harder as the two women shared a look.

"Get her to the car, I'll get her bags," Iris, Arabella's girlfriend, told Arabella.

"What?" You questioned but followed Arabella to your car.

"You are going home, we didn't want to do this. We wanted you to heal on your own time, but he loves you. And you love him, so you are going home and you two will makeup and hopefully kiss and you'll feel better," Arabella told you as Iris came out and went to her car.

"Bella, what if you're wrong," you looked at her and she shook her head.

"Why would he call you angel if he didn't love you? That man might be dense and a little oblivious but he won't call you that unless he loved you," Bella told you as she pulled out of her driveway and headed back to your house.

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Joaquín was in the living room when he heard cars pull into the drive way. He walked to the living room window and saw Arabella and Iris pulling you out of your car. Iris shoving your bag into your hands as Arabella handed you your keys before they got into Iris' car and left. Joaquín walked away from the window, knowing if you saw him before you were ready you'd leave. You took a deep breath before walking to the door, you hesitated to knock on the door.

"You got this, it's just Joaquín. He wouldn't hurt you," you whispered to yourself. You knocked on the door and it took Joaquín less than a minute to open it. It made your head spin, the way you could see that he was crying and that he had run his fingers through his hair.

"Angel," he hesitantly reached for you and you let him pull you inside and into a hug.

"I'm sorry," you broke down into a sob, your tears soaking the front of Joaquín's shirt as he held you. "I'm so sorry," you kept sobbing and your words became inconsolable. Joaquín just held you to him tighter, his tears had stopped as soon as you were in his arms. He was just happy that you were back, that he didn't completely fuck it up.

"Angel, I'm sorry for not seeing you were hurting," Joaquín apologized but you shook your head at him.

"I didn't tell you, you're busy with being Falcon. You have so many more important things to do," you were cut off by Joaquín shushing you.

"You are more important to me then being Falcon," Joaquín told you and you pulled away horrified.

"You're not quitting, are you? Because I will break your heart right here if you even think about it, you've wanted this forever. Don't you," you were cut off by Joaquín grabbing your upper arms.

"I'm not quitting," Joaquín shushed you.

"Good," you let out a sigh of relief, your tears had stopped flowing in the fear that Joaquín had quit and hadn't come back. Joaquín saw that as a win and took your bag from where you dropped it on the floor, you followed him as he went to your shared room and dropped it on the bed.

✧°˖ . ݁˖︵‿❀‿︵˖ . ݁˖°✧

Joaquín had waited for hours, he let you get comfortable before bringing up the letter and it's content. You were curled into him, your head resting on his chest as he traced shaped on your arm.

"Angel, we need to talk about your letter," Joaquín felt you tense against him. You said nothing so Joaquín continued talking. "I know that if bothers you that they flirt with me."

"Which you have no control over," you interjected, Joaquín simply smiled down at you.

"I talked to Sam, he's going to make a press release about it," Joaquín told you.

"But you two don't have to."

"I know, but we want to."

"Joaquín," you sat up, feeling empty from the lack of contact right away. "Can you answer one question?"

"Of course, mi amor," Joaquín told you.

"Do you still promise to tell me if you ever fall out of love with me?" You looked Joaquín in the eyes, refusing to let your fear break your resolve.

"If that unlikely event ever happens, I will tell you," Joaquín assured you.

"Then can we just forget this?"

"Angel, I would love to forget this but if we don't talk about it, how can I be sure you won't let something like this get to you again. Today was horrible, and I might be selfish for saying this, but I never want to go through that again," Joaquín told you and for the first time since this morning, you realized you never thought how your choices would make Joaquín feel. You stared at him, horrified with yourself and your actions.

"I," you looked at the hurt look on Joaquín's face. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize how my actions where making you feel. I'm a," you stopped yourself, knowing Joaquín would jump in to tell you that you're not a horrible person. You thought your next words through carefully. "I appreciate you and Sam coming up with a way to try and curb the flirting and I know today was hard, I know I was a horrible girlfriend, and don't disagree with me," you leveled him with a look as you noticed him getting ready to disagree with you. "I said it in my letter, I know that you love me, that I was the one you chose. I know that you're nice to the girls because you're Falcon. I know that you'll say nothing can change how you feel about me but we both know that no one can control their feelings," you told Joaquín, both of you were just looking at each other.

"As long as I live, I will love you. I plan on marrying you as soon as you're ready for marriage. When I say there is nothing that can make me not love you, I mean it. I have loved you since you yelled at my commanding officer when I got hurt the first time in the Army. I have known since you first met my family and took their invasive questions, that I wanted to marry you. I watch the way you just stare at anyone who flirts with you because you don't know how to respond, I was on the receiving end of that," Joaquín threw in his little joke that made both of you laugh. "I see how you look at the girls in bars that try and flirt with me, how if you could kill someone with your eyes they would be dead. You told me, that you trust me completely and I know you still do. Which is why I need you to trust me that no one will ever be able to make me leave you," Joaquín grabbed your hands and you laced your fingers with his.

"You want to marry me?" Your voice was wobbly.

"That's what you got from that?" Joaquín joked.

"Wait, no, you want to marry me," you were hyper focused on the fact that he wanted to marry you.

"Yes, I want to marry you," Joaquín told you, thinking back to the ring he had hidden under his pillow knowing that it was his chore to change the bed sheets.

"You want to marry me," you breathed out, giddy.

"I do," Joaquín got the feeling that whatever reservations about your relationship was gone.

"You want to marry me," you laughed, you started to sound like a broken record but Joaquín just smiled and laughed with you. You were still smiling and slightly giggling when Joaquín stood up and walked away.

"Are we ok?"

"Yeah, we are ok," you nodded, moving back to curl into Joaquín.

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[stellarsturniolos]

━━ ⟢ ‘disconnected’ ╰ M.S.

pairing: crush!matt and dandelion!reader 「 au introduction 」 

content warning: angst, crying, arguing, unrequited love ( for now ) !

♡ how dandelion!reader realized she was in love with her best friend.

A/N: reblogs and likes are appreciated! i do NOT give consent for my work to be copied or uploaded to any other platform. thank you.

you have always been enraptured by matthew sturniolo.

you've known him and his family since you, matt and his triplet brothers were infants.

you can't even remember the first time you met matt because you were so young. but you really believe that his soul must've grasped onto yours and decided to never let you go.

from that very first day, the two of you were attached at the hip. for twenty years. for two entire decades.

where one of you went, the other always followed. you went to the same babysitters, the same schools, and always joined the same clubs and after school activities.

if one of you caught a cold, the other would play nurse until the sickness hit them and then you'd stay snuggled up in bed together until you both felt better.

you didn't even realize that you'd fallen in love with matt until you started to lose him.

you'd gotten so used to him being with you all the time. he was always right by your side through every heartbreak, every injury, every bad grade, every fight with your parents, every pms, every meltdown.

he was just always there. without fail. no matter what.

until suddenly ... he wasn't.

it was a random saturday. the third weekend in a row that you'd made plans with matt, only for him to cancel on you last minute. over text.

and that's when you found out.

you opened instagram to do your early morning mindless scrolling, and the first picture you saw was one of matt with the most beautiful girl you'd ever seen.

she was the exact opposite of you. she was tan, not pale. she wore makeup and a sundress that clung to her slender frame, not jeans and an oversized hoodie that was used to hide your body.

the caption read.. "my pretty girlfriend 🤍” — you felt your heart sink.

you felt hurt, of course, because matt had a girlfriend that he never told you about. you had to find out from fucking instagram as if you're just an outsider in his life, and not his closest friend.

but you also felt something akin to jealousy. your stomach twisted, you felt nauseated and completely bewildered.

you had so many questions. where did he meet this girl? why didn't he tell you about her? was she the reason he kept cancelling all of your plans?

you locked yourself in your room. you felt too queasy to eat, too anxious to hang out with your family because you knew they'd ask questions. they probably saw his post too.

you watched as the sun sank down until it fully disappeared and the darkness spread across the night sky, and that's when your phone rang.

matt's ringtone.

you hesitated before answering. "hello?"

"hey.." hearing his voice made your heart clench. "do you have a second to talk?"

you paused. you wanted to say no, that you were too busy or just hang up on him altogether. but you didn't. "... sure."

"okay. okay, good." you heard him take a deep breath. "look, i just.. i want to say i'm sorry for bailing on you. again. especially because i know how excited you were to go to the drive-in and —,"

you cut him off, getting fired up quickly. "it's fine, matt. i've gotten used to being let down by you."

"that's not fair." he said somberly. "i understand that you're upset that i cancelled on you again, but i don't have to spend every second with you. i can't, not anymore."

you felt taken aback. he'd never talked to you like that before. "why not? because of your girlfriend?" you snapped back.

you could hear him grumbling under his breath. "yes, because of her. she's my priority right now, okay? our relationship is new and i'm not gonna do anything to fuck it up."

"i'm not asking you to." you said as frustrated tears pricked at your eyes. "but you're acting like i don't matter to you at all. you're treating me like we haven't been best friends for the last twenty years."

he scoffed. "you're being a little overdramatic, don't you think? you'll always matter to me, but right now, i have to focus on my relationship with my girl." he huffed. "we're adults now. we can't spend every second together like we did when we were kids. we're not always gonna be that close."

'we're not always gonna be that close' — those words hurt you more than anything.

"so.. that's it, then?" you reply in a monotone voice. "we've been best friends for twenty years, matt, and it took you all of one minute to toss me aside. for a girl you just met."

"you're being dramatic again." he groaned. "i'm not fucking tossing you aside, i'm just —,"

"stop. i don't wanna hear it." you said as a tear slid down your cheek. "i hope you're happy."

you hung up on him and tossed your phone aside, ignoring it as it rang and rang and rang. matt's ringtone every time.

for the first time in your life, you felt disconnected from matt — like your souls were drifting apart and there was nothing you could do to stop it.

[morbeing]

OKAY I've got beef too. This might as well be an essay so im going to put a readmore on it (if it works).

This image op tries to sell of women is so demeaning, and it says a lot about the people that just happily accepted their explanation. I don't know if that is a thing people do (I'm aro) but I never cared about a wedding growing up. Sure, I assumed it would be a thing that would happen, I assumed I would have kids cause the world is incredibly amatonormative and thats what my parents did and they were my prime example in life, and i imagined what I'd do or not do if I had children, but wedding scrapbooks???? What is that. In elementary school, we would play house (me being the only Mormon of the group) and I never even wanted to be the wife, or the daughter for that matter. I wanted to be the pet hamster. Was op suggesting that girls just spend their entire childhood just dreaming of the day they get married, of their future husband and their dress and everything?

ALSO. The whole "every girl knows she'll be second fiddle at best"??? WHATT?? I never got this message, gotta be honest. All I ever really heard was "she's my best friend" or "I don't know where I'd be without her". Honestly, I think the worst advice I ever heard was to find someone who would be everything you could ever need, in a companionship way. Like, when you have free time and instead of calling up your friends to hang out, all you want to do is have a date w/ your wife (it was a man talking about his marriage). That seemed a bit too unhealthily codependent to me. But second fiddle???

ALSO. The whole idea that we are essentially stripped of our personhood??? Who in their right minds could possibly think that an entire (growing, mind you) society of women would just gladly give up everything that makes them people? How stupid does op think we are?

Also, young women can enter into the temple, just not the entire temple cause you go there for a purpose and that purpose is not tourism. Besides, I've not been endowed and I've been all over a temple before, when a temple was just completed and before they dedicated it. Tons of people have. Tons of nonmembers have. It is only after the temple has been dedicated and consecrated that they restrict who is able to enter. Is it really that insane to assume that religious people may put religious significance on a religiously important place, and therefore want to keep it clean?

What else... OH! Leadership! Mythologicalmormon mentioned this a bit but I'm going to add on to it. My ward was small, so everyone had a calling, sometimes 2 or more. I was in the YW presidency non-stop, rotating through the callings. At the same time, I was part of a (new, I think?) stake youth council, planning stake and multi-stake activities. I was practically begging to get released at the end (not really but still). The reason I was in SYC for so long was because they specifically NEEDED a boy and a girl from each ward. They wanted both of us, they wouldn't have been happy with just boys. (They'd probably be happier with just girls than with just boys, let's be honest)(except then they wouldn't have anyone tall enough to put up decorations...). The young women and relief society as an organization work as well as they do because of the women leading it, not whatever misogynistic reason op would provide. Give us some credit dude.

Also, weddings? Freaking awesome. I can't say much about the sealing ceremony (not endowed) except that after my sister was sealed she looked so happy, and my sister is not one to just sit down and take disrespect. What I can talk about though are the wedding receptions. Those are so fun (to me at least). Like, we dance? Have food? Talk about the bride and the groom and their funny stories? Cut cakes and maybe smash it into each other's faces? Dance? (If you can't tell i was (am) one of those people who loved stake dances) you don't have to worry about formalities or whatever, you're just there to celebrate the two. Also, you don't need to have a reception at your church. The reason so many people do is cause its WAY CHEAPER. You don't have to book some fancy location, it's a big room with easily cleaned floors and tables and chairs already provided. Plus, if you are in Utah or whatever, there are literal companies that can come over and set up decorations that make it so pretty anyways. Its simple, and easy.

I'm mad at op (of the bad post, not this post). I'm mad at all the people who hate so easily that they don't even think about what op said. I'm just a person. I have self respect. I suck at my current calling, but I'm still trying. I'm just trying to go through this world and this life in such a way that I can love comfortably and happily, that I can grow and learn as much as I possibly can, and that I can keep hold of a faith that has brought so much light and joy to my life. I know our church is not perfect. But nothing is.

idk if anyone has seen that post about weddings being why mormon girls are leaving the church but i have so much beef with it

[the-eclipse-is-in-me]

OMG

Did I already make a post about passing 20,000 words on IDOV

Cause if I haven't, here it is

I'm so happy, I've been working on this for months and here we are, with still so much story to tell!!!!

Also, I finally made the playlist!!!!

It's actually really nice to listen to, even if I made a few changes (Conan Gray is taking over me.)

Ok, now here are the celebratory chapters for Tumblr 10, 11 and 12

Chapter 10: Treehouse (Cresent’s POV)

Summary:

Cresent gets to talk to Quinn.

Notes:

TWO CHAPTERS, WOAH!!!!!!!!!! They're friends again, WOAH!!!!!!!!! Gracie Abrams inspired 2 chapters, WOAH!!!!!!!!!! Songs for this Chapter are Treehouse and I Love You, I'm Sorry

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Chapter Text

I waited for Quinn to get here, playing with my headband in my hands. Ya, so I sent Will to ask them to meet with me, I couldn’t go myself, couldn’t risk crying in front of the rest of camp. “Ok Cres, you have committed to this, there’s no backing out now.”

I was still playing around with my headband when Quinn arrived. I didn’t notice at first, but then I looked up. There stood my best friend, one of the best things to ever happen to me. Another thing I gave up without thinking. The tears came back, and I ran to hug them.

I was so sorry for everything that happened but I couldn’t put it into words, not anymore. I was just glad to see my friend after so freaking long. Quinn hugged me back and I sobbed. I missed them so much and I didn’t even realize it. We just stood there for a while, and then Quinn pulled away. I just hung my head.

“Cresent, I am so sorry for what happened, I missed you so much.” More tears came down, and Quinn started crying too.

“Quinn, it wasn’t your fault, I was going through stuff, and instead of talking to you or anyone, I blocked you out. I just didn’t want to be left behind again. I didn’t want someone else to just willingly give up on me, so I gave up on everyone else first. I am sorry, it was all my fault.” I was just rambling at this point, but I didn’t care. I was too busy feeling stuff.

“Cres, it wasn’t your fault, you were feeling left out, and I was too busy to notice.”

“It’s just you were always hanging with cabin 9, or surrounded by a bunch of stupid girls…”

“Wait, Cres, were you jealous.” “What in Tartarus made her think that?”

“No, I just missed my best friend, a lot.” “Ok, I was a little jealous too, but she doesn’t have to know that.” I wiped my eyes

“Ok, fine. But even if you did, there would be no reason to.”

“And why’s that.” Quinn looked nervous now.

“Uh, never mind that you hungry? We can talk more with lunch.” Ok, whatever made Quinn nervous can wait, reuniting with your bestie makes you hungry.

“Yup, I’m starving.” Quinn held out her hand and this time I accepted. I wasn’t going to let my fatal flaw get in the way of this.

We went to the dining pavilion and got lunch, it was late afternoon, but we didn’t mind. We just started to catch up. Apparently, Quinn has been at camp for 6 months and didn’t bother to find me. I decided not to point this out, as we had just made up, but it still hurt a bit. Quinn seemed more confident and comfortable in herself than she did a year ago, and I was happy to see that. I was happy we were friends again.

After lunch, we went to spare a bit, since I still needed that training. Quinn got really good at it, but I was always better at archery, which is what we did after. We spent the whole day together, just the two of us, like old times. But this was different, something definitely changed, I just can’t figure out what it was.

We walked to dinner together, sat in our old spots and chatted. We sat together at the campfire, singing dumb songs with the Apollo cabin leading everyone. We made s’mores. Everything was the same, but it wasn’t and I didn’t know if I was ok with it.

We just talked about everything and nothing as we walked back to our cabins. Then we reached the Nike cabin, I said bye, and Quinn gave me one last hug before going inside. I started to walk back to my cabin. My thoughts spiralled “What's different now?” “It’s not Quinn’s gender, there have always been hints of that.” “Is it me that’s changed?” “When did Quinn figure out their gender?”

I finally reached my cabin and flopped onto my bed. I pulled out my art book and started doodling. I didn’t feel inspired but I wanted to draw something. In the end, I may or may not have drawn Quinn. Don’t tell anyone. I was just adding the finishing touches when Nico came in.

“Hey, Moon. What are you drawing?” Nico walked over to see but I instantly hid my book.

“Uh, nothing just a sketch”

“It looked really good from here.”

“Yeah, maybe I’ll show you when I’m done, but not now.”

“Ok, lights out in 15, ok?”

“Got it.”

I finished my drawing and went to bed, I had another amazing day with my BFF to look forward to.

Notes:

I wonder what is so different now that Cresent is so uncomfortable. No seriously, what is it, someone tell me. Hopefully, I figure it out over the weekend.

Chapter 11: Yours (Quinn’s POV)

Summary:

Quinn did something, again, but what does that mean

Notes:

I started writing this last night, and now it's finished, the break is over, yay. Songs are Yours and World's Smallest Violin, don't ask how I got inspo from there

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Chapter Text

It’s been a few weeks, I’ve been hanging with Cres again. I was happy, and having fun with one of my favourite people in the whole world. But there was also this nagging feeling in the back of my head, something telling me that history will repeat itself, cause it always does. I’m not sure if Cres also feels it, but it’s been very off-putting for me.

I think she might have, cause even for 1 year apart, it’s been very awkward, and she is more introverted than before. We talk about stuff but haven’t gone into what happened properly. I want to tell her why I was spending less time with her, why I didn’t want her to know about the quest for a bit. I tried to tell her that I liked her, as more than a friend, more than a best friend even, but how could I even do that, it’s not like she could like me back, and it would make things even more awkward, right? Maybe I should just try to forget about it all together.

Anyways, I was walking to the dining pavilion,(by myself cause Cres chose to do some more training with her new bow, see introverted). And as I am, this girl from the Apollo cabin comes up to me. Well, I think she is from the Apollo cabin, but I’m not sure, I mostly just went by her bow and seemingly sunny glow. I was not really in the mood to talk to any cause I was hungry, and the only person who could tolerate hungry me wasn’t there.

“Hey, you Quinn, right.” She says to me.

“Um… yeah, do you need something.”

“Well”, she starts fidgeting a bit, “I just wanted to, um… omg, this is so embarrassing, I’ll just say it. I wanted to ask you out, for lunch or something maybe. I just think you’re really cute and also really good at sparring.” She started to ramble a bit after that, but I kind of lost focus. She seemed nice, and she did risk rejection to ask me, which is more than I’ve ever done. I thought “Hey, it’s not like my first option would ever choose me, so why not.”

“Sure,” I said, interrupting her still-continuing rant. She looked at me wide-eyed, and then she kissed my cheek.

“Ok, um… see you at lunch tomorrow” And she walked off with a grin on her face.

I looked back from where I had started walking and saw Cresent standing there, her face full of disbelief. She started walking, but not towards me, instead towards the cabins. I had no idea what to do, “Did she see anything?” “How long was she there?” “Should I follow her and make sure she is ok.”

Because I’m an absolute idiot who knows nothing about feelings, I went to my cabin, completely forgetting about lunch, and tried to figure out what to do. The last time something like this happened, she didn’t even acknowledge me for 1 year, and I was really sad during that.

I was still pacing when my sisters came in. “

“Quinn, what are you doing” Laurel speaks up, since I didn’t notice the door open and shut.

“Debating if I just ruined the best friendship I have ever had, for the second time.”

“What did you do this time?” Holly asks next.

“Well, other than saying yes when some girl asked me out “

“What, why, what cabin were they in, what was her name”

“I’m pretty sure they're from the Apollo cabin, and I never got her name.” “Great job Quinn. Someone puts in the effort to ask you out and you don’t even ask their name.”

“What were you thinking, how could you just accept a date with another girl you don’t even know the name of, in front of your best friend.”

“I didn’t know there was an issue with that.”

“What happened to liking Cresent?” Laurel asks me.

“It’s not like she’ll ever like me like that, it’s already a bit awkward, and I can’t risk it being worse.”

“And so you do that?”

“Hey, when did you become such a master at relationships?”

“We’re not talking about that right now, why are you here and not checking in on her?”

“Because I’ll just make it worse.”

“And how did that work out last time? Quinn, just try talking to her, it could help.” Then they both left to let me think.

I thought on this, then thought some more, and some more. 2 hours passed, and I was still thinking. “Maybe talking can help.” “But why would she talk to me again?” “I hurt her, again” I just didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t lose her again.

I finally decided “Hey, worst case scenario, she never wants to see me again, I’ll be ok.”

Notes:

My sweet, sweet child. Quinn, in the words of Holly Victor, what were you thinking? What was Cres doing while this was happening?

Chapter 12: The Exit (Cresent's POV)

Summary:

Realisations hits Cresent smack in the face, but what will she do with it.

Notes:

I haven't updated in like 2 weeks, well here is Cres's reaction, and other stuff. Songs: The Exit and Devil doesn’t Bargain

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

I was done with my extra training, and Quinn had already gone for lunch. I told him I was just going through another round, but I really just wanted to think, and shooting a few arrows always helped.

It’s been about a month since Quinn and I became friends again, and I was happy, but it also felt off, like he was keeping something from me. I know that we just patched things up, and maybe not that well, but I didn’t think that he wouldn’t trust me this much, I thought that we got past that. It’s what started the problem in the first place.

I walked away from the archery range, but then I saw Quinn’s figure standing in front of someone. From where I was standing it looked like a girl. I decided to just spy a little bit from where I was standing. The girl made and excited expression, but I couldn’t see Quinn’s reaction. She reached up and kissed him on the cheek, and a part of me (a huge part of me, mind you) was hurt, cause Quinn didn’t do anything about it. He just looked behind him and saw me.

I felt tears start to take their place in my eyes. I wasn’t sure why, but that single movement made me feel so, betrayed, I guess. I just walked to my cabin, and once again, Quinn didn’t do anything about it. That just hurt me more.

When I got to my cabin, it was thankful, but sadly, empty. Hazel had come to visit, but she was probably hanging out with Frank or one of her other friends. Nico was, as usual, with Will, “Typical, spend all your time with Will, while your sister’s over here, crying and panicking because she just realized that she has feelings for her best-friend, who also just so happens to have someone else.”

Wait, what was that? I CAN’T have feelings for Quinn, at least not those feelings. I’m sad because he’s hanging out with other girls instead of me. “That’s exactly what a jealous girlfriend would say.” No, there are no jealous girlfriends here. Just me. “Exactly, who else would I be talking about?” Ugh, this isn’t helping.

I was still debating with my thoughts when someone knocked on the door, and low and behold, it wasn’t Quinn. It was Hazel.

“Hazel, why did you knock, it is your cabin too, you can just come in.” I say as she comes through the door.

“I had to make sure I wasn’t intruding anything when I came in, you seemed to be in distress.” “How in Tartarus are my siblings so good at reading me?”

“I don’t know what you are talking about, I’m fine.” As you can see, I’m trying my hand at lying to get out of things. I wasn’t in the mood to share what was happening in my social life with another one of my siblings. I walk over to my bed.

“Are you sure, Cresent?”

“Ok, fine, I’m not.” I couldn’t lie to her, like come on its Hazel “Its Quinn.”

“What about them?”

“I found him with… someone, and something happened, and it just disturbed me so much.”

“What exactly happened?”

“Well, I was sort of spying-” Hazel interrupted me

“Cresent, you can’t be spying on your friends.”

“Hazel, please let me finish.”

“Fine, but we’ll discuss that later.”

“Ok, so I was just coming from training when I noticed Quinn talking to this girl. I couldn’t see his face but she looked happy, excited even. I watched them talk a little, then-” I stopped. It was still too fresh, even if it was small. It hurt.

“Then?”

“Then she kissed Quinn. It was just on the cheek, but I just can’t help and think there was something else.” I curled up were I sat, “I mean, I haven’t talked to Quinn in 2 years, then we just became friends again like, a month ago. I don’t know what he was doing during it, maybe he found someone and isn’t telling me. It’s not like he owes it to me.”

“Maybe you should clear it up, remove fact from fiction, and find the truth in this whole thing.”

“But it’s just… weird… awkward, I don’t know.

“I guess liking him isn’t helping, is it?”

“What do you mean ‘liking him’, he’s my friend of course I like him.”

“I mean as more than a friend.” “I’m I that obvious.”

“I can’t like Quinn, at least not l not like that, and definitely not if he is dating someone else.”

“But how can you be so sure, you haven’t even talked to him about it.”

“You know what, I’m going to take a walk, I need to think about this.” I got up and walked to the door, and Hazel just watched as I did, respecting my need for space. I walk straight for my spot in the woods.

I reached a grassy spot, and laid down on the flowers. Thinking about what I saw, this time without the stupid crush talk, because it’s not there. “How can everyone else have something like that?” “Can I have something like that?” “Do I want something like that… with Quinn?” “Where did these feelings even come from, or when?” There were so many questions to ask.

“What was that?” I heard a random sound coming from the trees that surrounded me. I got up, pulled out my headband and turned it to a staff. “Come out, I dare you.”

“Cres, it’s just me.” Quinn came out of the shadows. I broke my stance, but I still didn’t feel like talking right now, especially not to Quinn. I would like to first sort out my thoughts before I talk to them.

“Who was the girl?” I may have asked this in a bit of a harsh tone, but Quinn didn’t seem to notice, instead proceeding to become a blushing mess.

“Would you believe me if I said I don’t know?” “Ok, what? Is this an opportunity? Shut up other thoughts, stay on track”

“So why did she kiss you? Why did you let her kiss you?”

“Well I was caught off guard, she just… kissed me, out of nowhere.”

“Okay, then, why are you here.”

“I saw you before you left, and you didn’t seem ok.”

“Oh, thanks for noticing,” I said sarcastically.

“But seriously, what’s wrong? It wasn’t the kiss was it.”

“Nothing that you could fix.” “Because you're part of the problem.” I laid back down in the grass.

“Well, I would still like to know if it bothered you. I’m your friend, I would like to know these things. Especially if it was something to do with me.” “But this is something you can’t know.” Quinn came and laid down next to me.

“I don’t feel like talking about it right now.” Quinn looked at me worriedly but didn’t push. We fell into a comfortable silence until Quinn spoke again.

“Cres?”

“Yeah?”

“Have you ever liked someone, as more than a friend?”

“I don’t know, and you?”

“Yes, currently actually.” Quinn gave me a look and it made my stomach spin.

“Anyone I know.”

“Yeah, you’re very close to them.” Quinn doesn’t have a crush on one of my siblings does he, cause I’m not close to anyone else.

“Can I have a name?” Quinn thought for a second, then looked at me, then just blushed and stayed silent. I tried to let it go, but I couldn't. And Quinn clearly wasn't planning on elaborating.

“We stayed there until sunset, which is a pretty long time to just be lying there. I got up, and Quinn followed, but no one spoke again. I was thinking of what Quinn said. “Who?” We had to go and get ready to capture the flag, so we each went to our cabins after saying bye, Quinn didn’t drop me off this time.

Notes:

Do I feel bad, yes but not for these reasons, I have no idea how I managed to write this, I barely have time to do anything anymore, and also I'm depressed and just realised like this morning, and broke down. Maybe writing and finishing this story will help, not that it will happen anytime soon.

I decided not to kill u all with with waiting for me to remember to put the next ones on here so I put these 3 enjoy!!!

💜👋🏾✨

[sosoribro]

new stex oc. get a load of city boy over here

he claims to be "exactly what you want, when you want it!" but actually a lot of people dont even consider themselves to be his friend and also hes either really late to things or really early (no in-between)

he puts his sunglasses on when hes racing

hangs out with electra and the components but they're like "....who tf is he again" (bro thinks hes on the team😭😭😭)

not good at comforting even though he really wants to be "oh man... c'mon rusty... maybe pearl wouldnt mind getting tetanus from kissing your corroding lips??????"

lowkey a bit of a gossip but not intentionally mean about it (however he does accidentally cause drama from being a gossip)

do not tell him secrets he will spread them very quickly

the coaches instantly liked him (yknow cuz. passengers)

[boopershnooper]

Kiribaku Headcannon

Hope you guys enjoy this whilst i read a Rezero book my friend gave me (my best friend put cute lil notes in it as well)

Thinking about polyamorous KiriBaku x reader and obviously the reader likes both but they give more affection towards Kirishima. It all takes place before the relationship is even established, the whole having a crush on both of your very cute and hot close friends. Both of the boys have a crush on you and I haven’t decided yet on if they have told each other or if they’ve kept it to themselves since they know that the other likes you but no both if that makes sense. Anyways you interact more flirtatiously and affectionately with Kirishima because he is more approachable and you don’t think that Bakugo even likes you enough to even put up with that. You also didn’t want to make him uncomfortable because he barely likes to be touched or let alone talked to most of the time. However, you couldn’t be more wrong. The boy was so touch starved that he practically savored and cherished every moment where you or Kirishima had decided cuddle up him during squad movie night or hugged him when you two were excited. Maybe the grumbling (and the usual Bakugo styled yelling because he got flustered) was a wrong step on his part. It wasn’t his fault that the both of you made him feel things. Especially as of lately! The stupid pinging feeling that keeps popping up every time he sees you two close together without him, it was getting annoying to say the least. It got so annoying that every time he saw the two of you so close together he would either leave the room or be more of a grumpy Pomeranian than usual.

This makes you and Kirishima have a conversation. He comes up with the idea that all of you should hang out in his place. Just the three of you since you’ve all have been busy and usually just hang out whenever the squad meets up lately. It sounded like a great idea. Were you nervous? Yeah. You had a crush on both of them and now you were all gonna be alone together. Which meant no Mina for you to go to or a Sero for you to use an excuse to go out on the balcony to ‘smoke’. You didn’t. It was mostly you venting to a high Sero about your conflicted feelings of liking two guys at the same time and him just shaking his head and giving you one of his smirks as he tells you to just, “live the best of both worlds”. Apparently, he liked quoting Hannah Montana when he was high. You two brought the idea up with Bakugo and who was he to resist the cutest fucking faces just standing there begging for him to be with him. Though, of course he wouldn’t let that show and put on a charade, acting displeased at first before reluctantly giving in.

You all got to Kiri’s place which was fairly cleaned, surprisingly. You’d have thought differently with the way that he usually left yours or Bakugou’s place when you all used to hang out more often. You could tell that Bakugo was thinking the same when he let out a pleased grumble as you walked in. As the gracious host he was, Kiri offered the two of you some tea and your favorite snacks. It kind of made you giddy that he remembered your favorites since it showed that he paid attention to you and what you said. A simple thing that anyone would do but it still meant something to you. Bakugo let’s out a short huff and says, “Yeah whatever let’s just get this day over with and whatever you two have schemed up.” Which makes you and Kirishima share a look between one another. First in shock but then transitioning into guilt. Of course he knew the two of you were planning something. He wasn’t an idiot and he probably figured that this would have happened the moment you two had bombarded him with the same idea of hanging out alone.

You sat next to Bakugo, turning to him in a criss cross position. You sigh and reach out your hand to put on his but then recoil as you realized his discomfort of people touching him. Bakugo noticed and then scoffed when you pulled away. The thoughts of you and Kirishima instantly consuming his mind, turning his mood more sour than when he came in.

“I’m sorry- we’re sorry. We just wanted to know what was going on. You’ve been more…grumpy and mean than usual.” You point out in a soft voice so as to not make him any more mad than he already seems to have become for so reason unknown to you. He crosses his arms and looks between the two of you, Kirishima finally coming out with the tea. He rolls his eyes and then suddenly stands up.

“Where are you going Bakugo?” Kirishima asked sternly, a bit of frustration seemed to have been etched in his voice. It was shocking for you to hear the mellow sweetheart talk that way. It only emphasized how much more serious he was. Bakugo turned back around and gave him a look. It was a hesitant one and you could see that he wanted to say something but he didn’t. “Look, man it’s not fair that you are treating us this way and we just want to know what’s wrong. If you aren’t going to tell me at the very least you could tell her,” The redhead looks over at you, his face softening for a quick second before he goes back to snaring at Bakugo. “You owe her that much.”

And it seems like the two of them exchange words without even speaking. It made you wonder what was going on.

Bakugo glances between the two of you and curses under his breath. “It’s just not fair.” He grumbles and looks away. You and Kirishima look at each other with raised brows, sharing genuine confusion from his words. “What’s not fair?” You ask softly even though you genuinely wanted to smack him for being so vague and not straight to the point like he usually is.

You see a light blush dance across his cheeks which was probably THE most cutest thing that you have ever seen. He lets out a huff and finally admits, “You always give this idiot all of the affection and literally recoil at the mere THOUGHT of me. And I’m NOT supposed to be upset?” He shouted, his chest heaving up and down, his nostrils flaring and his face almost as red Kirishima’s ends. You couldn’t help but to laugh a little as he reminded you of a child throwing a tantrum and it seems Kirishima is thinking the same when he laughs at the same time. “The fuck is so funny dumbasses?!” He berates trying to look intimidating but it was impossible at this point to try and make that move on the two of you.

You shake your head and try to calm down to come back to the very serious topic. “Bakugo you could have just said so but I do apologize for assuming so…even though you have gotten a little upset whenever I did in the past.” You muttered the last sentence, earning a scowl from the blonde.

Then that’s when he finally gets what he’s been YEARNING for. Physical affection from the two people that he deniably has a crush on. The two of you give him a big hug AND a smooch on the cheek which makes THE Bakugo Katsuki silent. Frozen. SPEECHLESS. It was a sight to see and definitely not the last 👀

[1toreyouapart]

The Lies We Tell

***FANFIC THAT INVOLVES REAL PEOPLE. 18+ ONLY. MDNI. DO NOT READ IF YOU DON’T LIKE FANFIC THAT INVOLVES REAL PEOPLE***

Summary that tells you nothing: Sometimes everything you ever wanted has been right there, within reach, all along.

CW/TW: Angst, fluff, swearing, friends to lovers, jealousy, smut, fingering, PinV, pet names, friends with benefits, mental health (past attempt mentioned), oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, more to come as I actually get things written out.

Paris

Noah paced in the airport, waiting for the rest to deplane and get their baggage. He tried desperately to ignore the fact that Quinn hadn't answered when he called. It was just past midnight there. Which meant back in LA it was around 4pm. Quinn had the day off. So why the fuck wasn't she answering? She always answered when he called like this.

Frustrated he opened up Instagram, finding her profile in just a couple clicks. New story. He didn't care he was on the band account. He watched it anyway. 20 minutes ago she was getting ready with Lei, half dressed in her story, Kesha playing as the sound. He smirked, sending a simple emoji. She looked like she was having the time of her life already.

New notification. He clicked on it, seeing she had posted. Just a minute before. A short reel of her in front of her mirror, concert outfit on full display as she sang and danced to Sleep Theory. If he couldn't have his usual phone call with her, hearing her sing along to a song would have to be enough to satisfy him for a bit.

Noah also became painfully aware of the fact that Quinn had an entire life separate from him. Here she was already going to a show, with her boss and friend. Already okay with him not there. It gave him comfort knowing she wasn't just on her own, but he couldn't help the twinge of jealousy that settled deep in his chest. He was her best friend. Usually she told him about these things. Instead she had kept it a secret. And going to shows was their thing. Their thing only. What was she doing going to one without him?

Not thinking he liked the reel, pocketing his phone. The pit in his stomach spread up into his chest, and he felt like he couldn't breathe. Noah turned, watching as Jolly approached him, luggage in tow.

"Things would be easier if you were just honest with her." Jolly smirked, joining him. He hated him in that moment.

"Again. Just friends." He clenched his teeth, biting back the 'fuck you' he really wanted to say.

"Just friends don't fuck like you two have been."

Noah's blood ran cold. They had been careful. As careful as they could be. How the fuck did Jolly know? Schooling his face to reflect calm he turned, fixing Jolly with his stare.

"Don't know what you're talking about."

"Please. I share a wall with you. Not bringing home girls but yet I hear you two? Either you're paying for sex and sneaking them in after we go to bed." Jolly paused, snorting in amusement. "Or you're fucking Quinn."

"Jolly-" He started.

"If you're paying for it, props for finding one that sounds like Quinn. Does a real great job of pretending to be her while you argue over what movie to watch."

"Fuck. Jesus Christ. Yes we've been fucking. No, it's not your business. Dude. Seriously."

Noah sighed, unable to help himself as his phone alerted him to a new notification. The chirp he had set for Instagram. Frustrated he pulled it back out of his pocket, viewing the new story Quinn had posted. Her and Lei in line to see Sleep Theory. She was unavailable for hours now, confirmed. Couldn't answer a text or a call. But could hang out and do whatever the fuck. Seriously. Bordering on angry he pulled up her contact info and called. Again.

"Noah! Hi!" Her words weren't slurred, but he knew she had been drinking based upon how she spoke.

"You have fun. I'll talk to you later, okay?"

"Lei offered me a last minute ticket to see Sleep Theory! Ugh. I wish you were here. This is our thing!"

Quinn's voice filtered through his phone. Sounding like she really was thousands of miles away. And definitely for no reason other than she was HIS best friend and they did these things together, he was jealous. What if she met a guy better than him? Was he going to go home to find she had found "The One" and he would get relegated to friend status again? Fuck.

Tags: @bloody-spades @alwaysfightforwhoyouare @mrscevans @supersquirrel1996

[beauty-and-passion]

TMA - Chapters 131-140: Want to stop a ritual? Throw shit in it

Here we are, back with ten more chapters!

Jon promised me a way to save Daisy and I can’t wait to see how he will do it. And, most importantly, if he will come back all in one piece.

Fingers crossed.

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MAG 131 - Flesh

So, Jon’s anchor is going to be part of himself. But it looks like that, no matter how many people/things want to kill him, he cannot die nor hurt himself in any way. Good to know, at least his patron is useful for something.

Melanie is back and she’s… better? Somehow? I mean, she’s still very pissed, but at least she’s not in a killing spree mode anymore.

I also really like her talk about anger, because anger is exactly how she describes it: gives you strength, it pushes you to do things and, when kept at bay, can become a strong part of you and your personality.

But because of its double nature, if anger keeps being validated, it can grow until “it slips out and hurts someone”. And if there is something that validates your anger and tells you that you are right to hurt others… you latch to it. After all, everyone would prefer some good validation, rather than acknowledging what you did was wrong and dealing with the consequences. As Melanie said, the bullet “didn’t stay in my leg because of some ghostly masterplan. It stayed because I wanted it.”.

Melanie: say no more, bro.

So, she calls Helen. And Jon is incredibly lucky, because I feared his rejection would let Helen plan revenge against him. But nope, it turns out she helped Jon’s colleagues against The Flesh and trapped Jared Hopworth in its corridors.

You’re a nice Distortion, Helen, I like you.

We finally meet Jared in person and he’s a nice guy, I like him! I mean:

He wants to kill Jon, but we already learned that killing Jon is a national sport, so it’s fine.

He wants to be paid for his statement, so at least he’s more clever and diplomatic than Jude, who just got pissed and burned Jon in return.

As soon as he got a Leitner, he went straight to experimenting on his father (by making him taller) and his mother (by giving her a new smile). He’s fucked up, I like that in a character.

When other Flesh servants told him to remake the world together, Jared replied: "fuck off, I like the world as it is and I have stuff to do.". What a king.

He got new friends, by reshaping their bodies.

Moral of the story: The Flesh’ powers can make you win in life, but unfortunately you can do nothing if someone scams you. And Jared got scammed by the letters, that told him to attack the Archives.

Who was the sender? The Web, still following some weird business plan? Or Elias wanting to have fun?

So, Jared fulfills his side of the agreement and tells his life story up to a few months ago. And Jonathan Sims, the Archivist, avatar of The Eye, magical know-it-all, the guy who literally sold one of his ribs for a goddamn statement… has the nerve to complain that the statement is already over and “hardly worth a rib”.

Goddamit Jon, you’re asking to be killed.

But since Jon is incredibly lucky, he doesn’t die because Melanie and Helen rescue him.

Honestly, I like the vibes these two have together. They sound like total besties and how cool would that be? They deserve to hang out together and talk about the people they killed, how complicated bodies are and how liberating it is to not care about them.

Is this change still supporting my “positive godly powers” theory? For now, yes. We’ll see how it evolves in the future.

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MAG 132 - Entombed

After more than 100 chapters from MAG 2 and the absolute king who kept the coffin in his house without opening it (you will be forever famous, my man), we finally see what’s inside the Casket.

And there isn’t much, aside from a path that keeps getting tighter and smaller until you’re literally crawling, unable to die and unable to move on at the same time. It kinda reminds me of The Enigma of Amigara Fault by Junji Ito and the sense of claustrophobia I felt while reading it, so yes, I like it.

Daisy was still alive, I knew it! And Jon casually confirmed my theory about how Daisy was a servant of The Hunt. She herself admitted The Hunt had been part of her life for a very long time!

But hey, apparently being stuck in a casket for months, away from your loved ones, is enough to convince even the strongest Hunter that, once they’ll come back, they’ll change their life and become a better person, fuck The Hunt.

Does that mean The Buried >>> The Hunt? Makes sense: anyone stuck in a coffin for more than 30 seconds would start to reconsider their whole life.

About Daisy’s dreams: I'm not sure if I got it right, but what I understood is that she was having prophetic dreams about what would happen. Once she saw her dreams starting to become real (e.g., Jon coming back from the States with the same shirt she dreamt of), she decided Jon was not human anymore, and she had to kill him.

Pretty normal: everyone connected to a supernatural god wants to kill Jon.

Despite the threat, Jon focuses very hard on his rib incredible luck and gets them both out, just in time to meet Basira - who hasn’t dropped dead in shock yet. This man’s luck is starting to become supernatural too.

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MAG 133 - Dead Horse

I’ve never heard of the lost city of Z, but it turns out it’s something taken from the real world - as well as Fawcett, his son Jack and his friend Raleigh Rimmel.Glad to learn something new :D

So these guys went searching for that city and searched. And searched. And searched. And met people from past expeditions and searched together. And searched. And searched.

Moral of the story: The Hunt is both the stupidest and the most clever of all Powers. It’s the stupidest because its ritual is neverending. And it’s the most clever, because if the ritual never ends, no one can throw shit in it to stop it.

Also, “The Everchase” is a cool name.

Okay, she’s a bit of a queen for this reply, but also: trust Jon, Basira. He says and does stupid shit, fine, but he already crossed the “I’m going to do everything by myself to save everyone” bridge. He spent an entire season being paranoid, only to realize he was being stupid. So yes, he’s right when he says “we make bad decisions when we don’t communicate”.

He might not be human anymore, but he’s still my son and I’m his proud mother <3

One last thing: Daisy has been eight months in the goddamn coffin and Jon three days? Holy shit, time flies when you’re having fun. Or when you’re being buried underground.

I wonder where the fuck was Martin during all of that. When will my man come back from Peter Lukas’ office - or wherever he’s working?

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MAG 134 - Time of Revelation

Holy shit, I literally called him. Martin is back and the time of revelation wasn’t just for him: it was for us too.

So. A fifteenth Power, uh? Fear of Extinction, to wipe out everything in our world and leave nothing behind. “The Terrible Change. The Future Without Us.”

Pretty accurate fear and I definitely don’t like how we seem to inch closer and closer to it. Let’s all collectively thank humans’ hubris, incompetence and ignorance for the decisions made in recent history.

This "new birth" also makes me think: considering new Powers can be born from new fears... can a new Power be born from our century's new fears?

I am especially thinking about the "rise of the AI" fear. The fear that humanity will be destroyed by AI. That AI will take over and wipe us out entirely.

Is this fear maybe too similar to The Extinction, or is there the foundation for a possible, modern Power? What do you think?

My thoughts aside, this MAG tells us some more interesting stuff regarding Peter Lukas and the overall plot:

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First: Two Powers never attempted a ritual.

Mother-of-Puppets, aka The Web. And I get it: why changing the world, when you’re having fun already? This Power is based on differences, so a multifaceted world is already perfect enough for it.

Terminus, aka The End. And, again, of course it doesn’t need to perform a ritual. Everything will eventually die, so why bother at all? Way better to just sit and wait for everything and everyone to die. Most relatable Power ever.

I get Peter’s reasons here. Of course, if a Power like The Extinction rises and takes full control, it will be game over for everyone. If The Extinction wipes everything out, there would be nothing for all other Powers - End included. And if there’s nothing for the Powers… who knows? Maybe they’ll wither and even die?

…

Don’t tell me this will be the final-final boss. Choosing between The Extinction and and keeping all other Powers. I will crumble and die if THIS is the final choice.

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Second: Peter has a plan and he requires “someone touched by the Beholding”.

Of course Elias didn’t want to help: helping would’ve required him getting up on his ass and do stuff. Too much work for him.

Luckily for Peter, there is Martin! And Martin is:

lonely enough to be claimed by The Lonely

caring enough to do something for everyone else/the world

badass enough to go all the way and save everyone

Which are good things if you’re a great human being like Martin, bad things if the avatar of a supernatural Power got his eyes on you.

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Third: Peter tried to perform a ritual.

So Forsaken is, what, the actual name of The Lonely? Just like Mother-of-Puppets and Terminus? Will we get the real names of all the Powers? I hope so.

Peter’s ritual failed because of Gertrude, of course. I wonder what kind of shit she throw in it: was it a guy, a thing or a guy with a thing?

Peter casually admits he will try to perform another ritual in the future - if the world, hopefully, doesn’t end in the meantime. Legit.

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Fourth: Peter is a nice fatherly figure.

Like… he’s genuinely nice with Martin. He doesn’t want to pressure him and he’s trying his best to convince Martin he can be trusted.

Oh no, I am starting to like this guy and hoping he will be a good father. But I am so, so scared that he will destroy my hopes by the end of the season.

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Fifth: Peter is a funny guy.

Pretty accurate resume of MAG 132, couldn’t have said it better.

Ahahaha, he even calls the archive “a little soap opera”! Which actually is, so he’s not wrong. He’s a funny guy, I’m really starting to like him.

AND HE’S EVEN NICER WITH MARTIN!

Peter Lukas, I’m talking to you now: get my hopes down, do one single wrong thing to Martin and The Extinction will be the last thing you will have to worry about.

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MAG 135 - Dark Matter

We’ve heard/read a ton of statements, in these four seasons. But this is the first in which we get an ultimatum. Manuela Dominguez and Maxwell Rayner literally said: “Yo, we made our Black Sun and will perform a ritual soon. Surrender or else.”

10 points for the audacity, 10 points for the overconfidence, 20 points for the nerve of entering the temple of The Eye, calling it “a sick voyeur” and threatening its avatar/servants.

Okay, so the Dedalus served three purposes:

Manuela Dominguez had to create the black sun for The Dark’s ritual

Jan Kilbride was the lab rat, picked to entertain Simon Fairchild and The Vast

Carter Chilcott was the lab rat for The Lonely because… the Lukases didn’t know what to do?

I get why these three worked together, because what’s more dark, vast and lonely than outer space? It was the perfect environment for them.

But also: why did these three Powers work together like this? The Dark did stuff for the ritual, The Vast wanted to have fun… and the Lukases? What did they want to accomplish? I doubt they just wanted to hang out with other Powers. Did they also make something for their ritual? Maybe we will find out in the future.

Great, it seems like the black sun is still around. And guess who is the lucky guy who will have to stop this ritual. Guess it, Jon.

Oh my god, I love this man an unholy amount.

How can I not stan him? He sent Basira literally everywhere, because bringing Daisy back required her to be away. What a bastard, I bet he was grinning all the time like the bitch he is.

He even has the gall to say Jon’s performance during the Unknowing was “disappointing”. All while he was sitting on his ass, waiting to be metaphorically fucked by Martin’s plan.

At least it seems like Jon did great with The Buried, so his now-self-appointed mentor Elias Bouchard is satisfied and wants Jon to become stronger for the next big shit.

And the next big shit is:

The boss of this season is going to be the Extinguished Sun. And here I thought the previous rituals have all been stopped by Gertrude - at least, that what the first statements of this season seemed to imply.

But nope, there is still one on. And I’m glad for the clarification regarding Ny-Ålesund and the People’s Church of the Divine Host: they were not servants of The Eye, they were against The Eye. Of course they shared stuff like closed eyes symbol: The Dark is a bit like The Stranger, a power of the unknown. While The Eye is a power strictly based on knowing, making things clear, shedding light. Of course they would contrast each other.

And guess who is the lucky boy who will have to stop this ritual? Guess it, Jo-

Elias, please, stop being so funny, I can’t grin every time I read your sentences.

Maybe it’s better if this guy is in prison, because if he’s around, I would spend all time giggling and grinning.

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MAG 136 - The Puppeteer

*EPIC, Circe and Puppeteer vibes intensifies*

So, as I was saying…

Poor Jon, he can’t even ask simple questions like “How are you?”, without activating his compelling powers. The Eye basically destroyed that shred of human interactions he could’ve still had.

Speaking of the statement, we get to see Neil Lagorio again. I remembered he was the guy from MAG 110, the one obsessed with spiders. Luckily I remembered it, because all the talk about puppeteers and being puppets and being puppeteered around had a lot of Stranger vibes.

Well, that until Annabelle Cane appeared, ready to pursue another weird business plan. This time the plan was:

Find the director obsessed with spiders

Now he’s obsessed with being puppeteered around

Send away his friend/colleague/caregiver for five goddamn months

Kill him by wrapping him in his strings

Uhm… profit?

Still a bit confused by her plans, but I appreciate the effort.

But if Annabelle’s plans are weird, Daisy’s plans are insane.

She’s really trying to not be a Hunter anymore. She wants to be a better person. So, what does she do, to be sure The Hunt won’t reclaim her again?

Kick the door of Elias’ old office

Go through all drawers

Find an employment contract

Fill it, sign it and throw it on the desk

Congratulations! The Eye accepted your cv, you’re part of the team

10/10, it’s the silliest plan ever, as well as the most Daisy plan ever and the most Eye plan ever.

Also, I keep loving how The Eye accepts everyone, it doesn’t matter if they’re carefully selected based on their psychological profile or if they smash open a door and sign a random form. Everyone is welcomed, in this temple of supernatural know-it-alls.

My bad, The Eye doesn’t accept everyone: it accepts QUEENS AND QUEENS ONLY.

Also, I love how we keep the EPIC vibes, first with the puppeteer, now with the monster.

Uhm, now that I think about it, Monster's lyric kinda fits for Jon, doesn’t it?

How has everything been turned against us? How did suffering become so endless?

And 

I'm surrounded by the souls of those I've lost I'm the only one whose line I haven't crossed

and

If I became the monster and threw that guilt away Would that make us stronger? Would it keep our foes at bay?

and

Then I'll become the monster I will deal the blow

And this last part works very well, considering what he says here about the choice he made during his coma, the “choice to become… something else”. Like, you know, a monster.

Now, I’m not saying I want a Jon-centric animatic based on Monster from EPIC the musical… but I really REALLY want a Jon-centric animatic based on Monster from EPIC the musical.

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MAG 137 - Nemesis

Oh, so a statement regarding the Slaughter’s ritual. And it has all the elements of a standard ritual:

a cool name (The Risen War)

people together in a place to do Power-related things (in this case, slaughter each other)

music because everything is better with the right rhythm

Profit! Unless someone throws shit in it

It turns out this is the first ritual in which you don’t have to throw shit in, to stop it. You have to throw shit out of it. In this case, a guy who decides “Fuck no, fuck the war and fuck killing others: I’d much rather live, thanks” and goes the hell out. Pretty good choice, I would’ve done the same.

Gerry has a father named Eric and I want to know what happened to him too.

Of course Gertrude likes Gerry. The world needs to like Gerry. Gerry deserves love and love only.

Jon has a point: why doesn’t he know anything about this ritual? He’s an avatar of The Eye, he’s supposed to know something about it. Or, at least, to know about this Watcher’s Crown.

And the way he talks about it… until now, I thought “the Watcher’s Crown” was just a cool name to identify the entire ritual. However, in his words, Jon seems to imply that there is something identifiable as a crown: something that may be crown-shaped or work as a metaphorical crown. It may not be a simple physical crown but maybe a crown made of eyes or a specific place that works as a “crown” - like a tower Panopticon-style.

Yes, I’m looking at you, Millbank prison.

Still, this doesn’t explain why Jon doesn’t know anything. An avatar of The Eye in The Eye’s temple… and he knows nothing? My possible explanations (for now) are:

Jon is not involved for now because Elias plans to involve him in a later stage. Hence, all the concern regarding how strong Jon is/testing him etc.

The Web/other Powers are purposely keeping Jon unaware of this ritual somehow, to not let The Eye ascend.

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MAG 138 - The Architecture of Fear

Oh my god, Elias and Martin interacting. I am delighted.

Elias’ relationship with the apocalypse is “complicated”. Which I suppose is another way to say “Stopping it requires too much work and I’m too lazy”. Have I already said I love this guy?

My love aside, Elias’ reason is that he has been busy. And him being busy is such a joke, even Martin snorts.

What can I say, I love that my meme “ahah Elias lazy” is canon.

You know, jokes aside, I like how Elias gives a choice to Martin and Jon. He pushes them where he wants, sure, but he doesn’t straight tell them what to do - except for when Martin was burning statements but, well, he was burning statements.

If Martin wants to join The Lonely, it will be on his own accord. Elias could’ve tried to stop him somehow, considering Martin is one of his entourage and he hired him to be a servant in the temple of The Eye. But still, if Martin makes a choice, Elias will let him do it. He’s a good guy, after all…

… but he’s also an useless bitch. And I love him for that <3

The foreshadowing is real and I fear Martin will definitely join The Lonely. I mean, I am surprised he hasn’t done it already, considering he spends most of his time somewhere away from his friends and doesn’t interact with anyone except for Peter.

Also, we have the teaser and that made it clear he will do something to save Jon, so…

Speaking of the statement, it’s from Robert Smirke to Jonah Magnus, so of course it’s full of interesting things and that’s why I will overanalyze the heck of them:

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1) Hubris is the real enemy

Once again, we have a human who learned about these Powers and thought he could channel and control them.

In Smirke’s case, he saw what he thinks are their truest forms and… honestly? Love that. Powers that are not human-shaped nor purely abstract ideas, but places and areas. It keeps their supernatural aspect, it makes them appear even more inhuman and it gives a clearer image of the fear they represent.

So, by looking at all of this, Smirke’s thought wasn’t “Maybe I should stop eating so much in the evening”, but “Sure, let’s build places to contain and control these Powers”. Hubris >>> Self-preservation, I see.

And considering what he says to Jonah Magnus regarding “their work on Millbank”, I assume the prison was built with the express purpose of channeling The Eye’s power. Then Smirke came to his senses and stopped dealing with this shit, while Jonah Magnus said “why not, let’s keep going”.

Hubris >>> Self-preservation, again.

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2) Who tf is Scott?

So Maxwell Rayner has been going around for a while, fine. And, according to Robert Smirke’s words, same goes for Lukas (Peter? Or the entire family)... and Scott.

Now, who the fuck is this Scott? Did we already meet him? Do we still have to meet him? I don’t remember any Scott, so maybe he was a past avatar and died?

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3) A balance of the Dread Powers

It’s implied that, in the past, Smirke thought the Powers could balance each other. Then, this idea was a bit lost, once he realized that the Powers are everchanging, new ones can be born from old ones and a real balance isn’t achievable.

And this makes me think about something I have been mulling over since MAG 135: why do these Powers all aim to make their own ritual? Why don’t they cooperate - at least the ones who don’t opposes each other?

Think about the Dedalus: we had three Powers working together, bringing people into space, planning this huge, cooperative mission… and used it to make their own individual ritual/waste time. Why didn’t they make up a collective ritual, one that could’ve worked for the three of them? Why has no one of these Powers tried to make up a new ritual, one that could work for more than one single Power?

I mean, a collaborative ritual is stronger, because it puts together more than one single Power. And it has more chances to succeed, considering the huge amount of powers, servants and avatars involved. It’s stupid they never tried and just worked by themselves all this time.

Typical Brits, always doing things by themselves :P

Jokes aside, maybe there is a plot-related reason for this lack of collaboration between Powers. And maybe it’s related to the following point:

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4) The origin of the Dread Powers

I can’t believe it, but Mr. Sims is hinting at the origin story of the Dread Powers. He’s really trying to please me. And he’s succeeding.

I love backstories and origin stories, because they say A LOT about the characters, the plot and the writer. A good backstory is like a good foundation: if it’s stable and coherent, it can hold the story, justify its future development, explain the characters’ personalities/choices, and show all the attention and care of the writer. It’s the most evident proof the story is well made.

So yes, I am more than ready to find out what the real backstory will be and if it works in the TMA scenario.

For now, we have four possible choices and each of them has its own pros, cons and possible developments:

The Powers are eternal

PRO: It makes the TMA world more nihilistic. These supernatural forces have always been part of the multiverse, forever present and forever indifferent. It reinforces the idea of inevitability: humanity can do nothing to escape these fears.

CONS: if these Powers have always been, then why are they so interested in our planet? Do they latch onto every single life form in the multiverse? Or have they been eternally bored, until life appeared on Earth? And speaking of that, what about the animals? Did they appear when animals started to exist or only with humans? Gerry said the Powers take into consideration animals’ fears too (e.g., The Hunt), so they should manifest among animals too. So did they manifest among bacteria, too? Where is the line when the Powers start to take an interest in life?

The Powers are born by accident

PRO: It makes TMA world more tragic. Humanity (or God or whatever) brought this evil on Earth and has to deal with it. Humanity is responsible for its own misery.

However, this scenario offers a possible positive outcome: if the Powers are born by accident, nothing says they cannot be destroyed, too. If humanity somehow created an evil god, humanity can also kill that same god.

CONS: how where they created? If it was an accident, what happened? How did humanity manage to create such powerful forces? Is the process possible to repeat? Is it possible to re-create other Powers? What stops humanity from creating positive forces too, then? Or from destroying these Dread Powers? Is there a formula of some kind? An inverted ritual?

The Powers have been created by God and they’re part of a divine plan

PRO: it connects to my theory about the positive god-like forces. A positive force exists and it has not been shown itself yet.

And what could their divine plan be? To give humanity a choice.

In  this scenario, the Powers work as a substitute of the Devil: they are tempters, liars, deceivers. They trick humanity, they offer gifts that damn people and push them away from humanity. When people are accosted by these forces, they have a choice: they can ran away and learn their lesson, they can resist them or they can fall prey of them. Just like humans with the devil, the decision is up to the individuals. (This would also reconnect to Jon’s talk about choices, btw.)

If we think about the possible future outcomes of this scenario, we can imagine that, just like God made these negative forces, they made positive ones too - and we still have to see them.

CONS: This scenario implies a God of some kind exists and that alone opens a huge can of worms. There would be a trillion questions to answer, starting from “How this God came to be” to “What did this God to, before humanity”.

And if this God made positive Powers too, then why the fuck did they wait the events in the TMA series, before showing up?

The Powers have been brought into existence by some ancient civilisation

PRO: It has some of the same good points of the “creation by accident”, like that humanity is responsible for its own misery - which is one of the most interesting, imho.

It also offers the same possible positive outcome: maybe an ancient civilisation created humanity’s fears, but a more modern one can create humanity’s hopes. That could open a ton of interesting discussions about humanity, how we shape the world, our misery and our nature.

CONS: same as the “creation by accident”. How did an ancient civilisation make these forces? Is there a ritual, a spell to cast? Also, there’s the risk of making everything a bit too “human-centric”, while until now, it seemed more like these Powers were forces of nature who just came in contact with humanity.

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5) The Watcher’s Crown

Soooo, Smirke’s dream: he gets up, goes out, there is silence, then the sky gave him a wink.

If this is a possible foreshadowing of the Watcher’s Crown, I suppose the Crown is either the entire sky, the universe or the entirety of Earth.

But also, Smirke says to Jonah Magnus “if you have any remaining ambitions to use our work to try and wear the Watcher’s Crown”, which means… this “crown” can be wear.

And yes, sure, “wear the crown” can be metaphorical. Hence why, I really like the idea that the crown is either the sky or the Earth. I mean, just imagine an avatar of The Eye ascending, becoming so powerful that the entire Earth is one huge eye from which they can see everything everywhere. A truly colossal ‘crown’ to wear.

That’s awesome, I fear to see Jon in this scenario.

One last thing: I like how Smirke pleads Jonah Magnus, thinking: “I assume you’re still a normal guy and are not trying to kill me”. But, you know, the previous MAGs made it pretty clear that Jonah Magnus is kind of a bitch. So, who knows? Maybe he really asked The Eye to kill Smirke.

This makes me curious about what happened to Jonah Magnus. Did he die?

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MAG 139 - Chosen

This statement was a beautiful surprise.

I wasn’t particularly interested in Agnes Montague. My thoughts about her were simple: she was the avatar of the Desolation, she was kinda powerful, and she didn’t seem like a bad person. That’s it.

But this recollection of her “creation” and life was truly interesting.

First of all, she wasn’t a normal avatar. She was birthed with a fire ritual to make her the perfect “vessel” for the Lightless Flame (whose real name, I suppose, is Asag). She was literally crafted to become an avatar.

Knowing that, you would expect she was purely supernatural, the messiah these people wanted: someone above humanity, completely detached from any human want or need.

But what Eugene Vanderstock portrays is the image of a normal human child: Agnes was bratty, like any other kid. She even threw the typical temper tantrums of a baby!

Then she grew up and the supernatural part of her started to shine through: she talked about “the Scoured Earth” (which I suppose would’ve been the ritual for The Desolation) and did some avatar stuff (like the creepy ritual with the candles).

However, since she was still a human kid, she was sent out to interact with other kids - and what better place to do that, if not at Hill Top Road, a stronghold of The Web?

My question isn’t why Agnes was sent there. My question is: was the Web an idiot to accept the avatar of a Power that has always given them trouble? Or was it given no other choice? Was it an “accept the girl or we will burn the whole place down” sort of ultimatum?

And what happened at Hill Top Road? Eugene talks about “A scar in reality that I believe has since been compounded by the interferences of other Powers.”. What does that mean? What did Gertrude do? I suppose she stopped the ritual somehow and I’m 99% sure she did it, by throwing some shit in it. Maybe the shit was another Power and that made a huge mess?

Whatever that was, it left the Fire gang waiting. And so they waited and waited… and what did manage to stop their plans altogether?

Let’s all thank Robert Sinclair and his crush on Agnes.

But seriously, this is what makes Agnes’ story even more fascinating.

Agnes was a chosen one. She had a destiny already written for her, she was birthed for one precise purpose. She was supposed to be a messiah, a goddess, detached from what is earthly and material.

But she wasn’t just that. She was human too. And in the end, it was her humanity that took over. Her feelings - no matter if it was affection, doubt or hope. She felt something and that something was enough to not attempt the ritual and die instead.

And she didn’t do it for some supernatural reason, but for the people she cared about. To not let them waste a chance. Until the end, Agnes felt something about others.

What a fascinating character, what an interesting dichotomy. And this makes Jude’s character extremely interesting too! A woman who, like a faithful knight, protects the goddess of their cult - a goddess too might for her, a messiah too high for mere servants like them. And yet, a goddess she loves. A woman she loves. Someone who draws her not just for her role - but for her humanity.

I hope there are great fanfictions about them that explore these contrasting feelings, because I would love to read them.

Glad to know that Jon isn’t the only Archivist who gets death threats all the time: Gertrude got some too. Being an Archivist: what a wonderful, peaceful job.

Jon agrees with me: being the Archivist is truly a fantastic job. Either you get threatened all the time by other servants/avatars, or your boss is going to kill you. And killing is the only thing he does well.

While speaking of the others:

Jon likes this new version of Daisy and I like her too: she’s less of a rabid dog and more of a queen and I stan queens.

Helen is still around! It left a door! The Distortion truly wants to work with them! Now, if only Jon would stop being so grumpy and collaborate, it would be very nice.

Awww, Jon’s worried about Martin! But he’s also trying his best to trust him. Buuuuut he’s also the avatar of a magical know-it-all, so of course he wants to Know everything, Peter’s plan included.

And the way he tried to do it was… interesting. It seems like he put a lot of effort and it’s not clear what happened. Did he succeed? Or is he still too weak to read another avatar’s mind? I suppose so.

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MAG 140 - The Movement of the Heavens

Okay, so Jon wasn’t too weak to pry Peter Lukas’ mind open: he was just overwhelmed by the amount of knowledge. As he said in the previous MAGs, he drowns if he tries to open that door of infinite knowledge, so that’s basically what happened.

Then Basira throws some interesting shit here:

And that’s very interesting, because I was wondering how avatars work.

Jude told us that when you die, you get closer to your god but lose your humanity. So it’s implied that you die but also get a longer life. And we already met very old avatars (see Simon Fairchild) living an extremely long life - longer than any human. But we also met avatars who changed their name during the years (Grimaldi).

So I suppose the rule is: same body same name, different body new name.

And that makes me think about Jonah Magnus: he was touched by The Eye and, according to Smirke, he even wanted to “try and wear the Watcher’s Crown”. So I suppose he was a full avatar - or at least, he was trying very hard to become one.

My question is: did he succeed? If he did, is he still alive? Does he still have his name or did he change it? Only time will tell.

In the meantime, we get to see the wondrous first life of Maxwell Rayner / Edmond Halley that consists mostly of:

quality time with the Royal Society + a side dish of dissing John Flamsteed

quality time with the Dark cult in the woods, to look at a black pool

But since he’s also followed by his enemy, who stalks him 24/7, he ends up being killed. Conveniently drowned in that same black pool. And The Dark’s cult decides that, you know what, let’s not waste a fresh corpse and let’s make him an avatar. Legit.

Oh great, so he didn’t die. I was SO SURE back then that he was still alive, but then they kept repeating he was dead, he died, he was shot, then he disappeared for seasons and I stupidly believed that okay, fine, he was dead.

But nope, he’s not. He’s clearly around, just waiting to find the new body.

By now, the one with the highest count of “dead people who are still dead” is still Elias. Not even the police with all his info managed to do better than him.

And speaking of Elias…

Ahahaha Jon immediately realized Basira’s “sources” is Elias. After all, who is the only bitch who can send Basira on the other side of the globe, just to get rid of her for a while?

So, regarding The Dark:

The Dark gang will attempt the ritual on the North Pole during the winter solstice in order to get maximum darkness

They have their Black Sun, that “eldritch ball of some sort of manifested dark matter”

They’re currently doing their rehearsal in Ny-Alesund

And you know what that means, when there is a ritual and rehearsals: that the ritual is going to be some sort of ceremony. And how do you stop a ritual/ceremony?

My theory is perfect XD

One last thing:

Just a confirmation that The Eye is as useless as Elias and that’s why Elias is its embodiment. I suppose Jonah Magnus was too competent, hence why Elias became The Eye’s favourite.

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In conclusion

It seems an eternity, since my reaction posts were short and funny ah ah silly story little mysteries, let’s see how it goes.

Now we have tons of info, which leads to me making a ton of screenshots and there's always the 30 images limit per post and I need images, because they help me introduce a new topic or explain my silly theories and I have a ton of questions and I want to know everything, and I love everyone, and I want them all to survive.

Moral of the story is: I’m getting attached. I have my favourites, but I appreciate every character - sometimes, there are even secondary characters who sparks my interest out of the blue (see Agnes)! And the plot gives me all I want, from backstories to foreshadowing. Heck, it’s even making my stupid theories somehow canon! What else can I ask?

For now, only that no one dies in the meantime.

-> Next post

(How about a coffee? ☕)

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*Obvs click to enlarge pic and read them better*

So uuuuh...I definitley had fun drawing this big guy if you couldn't tell 🤣 (And the titles for each, too; all under the Alt tab). Tried to keep him at least somewhat consistent? Was using refs from both @fluffy--mafia and @reanimatedbrainmeat.

I had asked @fluffy--mafia what Angelo's like with kiddos, aaaaand that's kind of how this came about! Initially started as just one idea with one kid...then just kinda blossomed from there. I think the angle with most of them that I was aiming for was like..."the uncle who's not actually your uncle, but your parent(s) hang out with them/are good friends with them, and they're around enough that they're practically one". Maybe a bit of a unique sitch, cuz...y'know, KND kids, but the fact that they have to kinda keep it secret...

what's even funnier is that they hate Father and the DCFDTL probably would hate Carol on principle, lol..buuuut gotta keep up appearances.

Anyway, artist notes time! Under the read more cuz it got long. Various Italian terms of endearment and a couple of headcanons ahead.

1.) Kitty/Numbuh M-30-W (and the sector by proxy/association) is actually banned from a couple of aquariums, based solely on the fact that she always wants to go swimming with the fish. I like to imagine that Angelo's got his and his crew have several from local pet stores, considering the whole "hamster-eating" thing...>.>

2.) Ramsay's/Numbuh 350F's so happy, lol. Now the question is, is he actually making a sauce for some "actually edible for kids" meal, or is he boiling/seasoning socks like this one pic 😂.

3.) Per @fluffy--mafia: "I think the only time he clashes with the KND/kids is when they interrupt his business ventures. Me and my fiancée (ReanimatedBrainMeat) have a few confrontations in mind (episodes really). One involved him coming to an agreement with kids to have monsters clean their room in exchange for dirty socks (monster delicacy), and that turns into blackmail when they run out of socks.".

...Listen, as far as any of their parents are concerned, the socks are dissapearing somewhere into the void that exists in their washers/dryers...mostly theirs, lol. And Buzz/Numbuh Z-00-M, plans to keep it that way, cuz damn, if cleaning your room isn't some form of torture, IDK what is.

4.) Beckham/Numbuh 90 Mins , you're like 4'3"; shush, you are indeed baby.

5.) Per @fluffy--mafia: "So Angelo doesn’t hate kids, surprisingly. Sure, he’s a monster, and monsters scare kids, but that’s just an unfortunately bi-product of being scary and ugly lol. And also appearing under people’s bed, that’s pretty creepy. But Angelo himself, he doesn’t hate kids, and is pretty soft and gentle to them (as soft and gentle as a big Italian monster can be lol). These are kids, and they are just doing kid shit. He even tries not to curse around them, but that’s pretty hard."

WELP, doesn't exactly have to worry about with Minerva/Numbuh 75001 (as much). Girl's got the mouth of a sailor. ...You'd think that Candy/Numbuh SW-33-T would be the one that had that problem, but nope! 😂

6.) I dunno, out of the seven, I'd imagine if anyone were to be spoiled ("spoiled") by the big guy, it'd be Val/Numbuh 6-5000. Being the daughter of a count's gotta come with some panache (even though she very, very rarely pulls the title card, usually only for emergencies...she's humble about it), and dang it, he's gonna make sure she knows it! Plus maybe a bit of sympathy for the whole "monster" thing (granted, she's only half vampire, but it's still kinda tough)...?

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Non-specific HC that Angelo just calls them all by various little terms of endearment, sometimes matching them (i.e. Kitty being Micia), other times just general ones...sometimes gets a bit creative with them.

Yeah, he's a big time mob monster and there's that whole thing with the hamsters (don't tell Kitty, she'd be piiiiiiiissed), but other than that, I like to imagine that he's just like... Zio Angelo to them. To an extent, of course. Maybe they've clashed a couple times, but the whole sock trade keeps everyone civil. wHO KNOOOOWS. I'm totally open to headcanons on my end as well, lol. SOMEhow it works.

Kitchen background is from here Buzz's blanket pattern is from here Angelo/The Mobster Under the Bed (c) @fluffy--mafia Sector ANTAG (c) Me