#(although it makes me wonder if he has any other suits- which he definitely has to show y/n. for the research

[catboy-cabin]

i think the pictures of the missing child spirits in the lost & found department are the spirits' reflections???

so i just noticed that charles' pins & his earring are on the wrong side in his lost & found picture

(idk how to get screenshots on netflix so all i have are these pictures of my laptop screen, sorry. feel free to add in the reblogs if you have anything cleaner!)

he should have more pins on the right (our right) than the left.

also it's really hard to see in this picture & not much better in the actual show, but i believe this is his union jack patch? which should be on the right sleeve (again, our right, his left)

(i'm fully aware that this picture looks like nothing, you're just gonna have to trust me haha 😅)

i can't tell what's above it though, other than that it doesn't really look like his rude boys patch (which should be on the same sleeve). idk what's up with that.

now this *could* be a different outfit, but i don't think so. i can't think of any reason why it would be. it's definitely not what he died in, or even what he was wearing before he hid in the attic. edwin is wearing his normal outfit in his lost & found photo as well (although interestingly not with his brown coat over it. i can't tell if charles is wearing both of his jackets or not though. he's definitely got the black one on, both bc of the pins & bc his shoulders never look that square without it)

his earring is definitely on the wrong side, as i mentioned earlier

also seems like the buttons on his shirt open the wrong way

(the stripes on the collar are weird too but the design changes several times over the course of the show so i'm ignoring it. his normal red shirt has one stripe, the darker maroon one has two, and the black one doesn't have any as far as i can tell)

i don't have pictures of this one but i believe the buttons on edwin's suit jacket (? idk what it's actually called) are on the wrong side in his lost & found picture as well. that's basically the only part of his outfit that's asymmetrical though (other than a pocket that's next to impossible to make out normally, much less in an extremely grainy photo) so i don't see much point in analyzing it

tldr: if you're like me & you've been wondering why the pictures of the boys in the lost & found department look Weird (beyond the actual quality of the photos), it's because they're flipped!!

the reasons i think these pictures are reflections, specifically, are that:

1. they're flipped, as i just went through

2. ghosts don't have reflections

now i have a tentative theory:

these pictures are from the lost & found department. they're the pictures/reflections of lost (child) spirits; spirits that aren't in a designated afterlife, aka ghosts still on earth

charles & edwin both have reflections in hell (a separate plane from earth)

it seems like they get their reflections back just from being in any afterlife? charles hasn't gotten his afterlife assignment yet, but still has a reflection in hell, which to me implies that he's not considered a 'lost' soul while he's there, even if that's not where he's actually supposed to end up. i'm definitely open to other interpretations on this though.

i also feel like there's some connection between this & ghosts being able to travel through mirrors, but i'm blanking on what exactly that could mean

thank you to anyone who has read to the end of this, i would love to know your thoughts!!

[beegomess]

Dark Paradise || Theodore Nott

Don't forget to watch the previous chapters

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10. Sweet dreams This chapter has content for adults!

That night, Y/N needed help to give his brother a cold bath and then put him to bed. In her head it seemed like an easy task, but it was definitely the heaviest thing she had ever done, and Draco didn't seem to want to collaborate. Luckily, Theodore helped, taking the boy to the bed of one of the many guest rooms in the place.

Y/N was exhausted, borrowed one of Daphne's pajamas and took a shower, soon after, she went to the kitchen looking for something to eat. While she chopped some fruits in a small bowl, Theo leaned on the door holder in total silence, just watching Malfoy on her back humming some music.

- No sleep?

- Just hungry. And you? - Y/N said still without turning around to look at him.

- I heard the noise of someone walking around the house and I thought it could be Draco.

- If it were Draco, you can be sure that his bodyguard would be escorting him. - Y/N jokes when referring to Astória, which makes the boy laugh too. Y/N finally finishes the quick snack he made and turned to Theodore, finding the boy in his pajamas, which seemed strange at that moment. Y/N was used to seeing him with Slytherin's cape, quidball uniform and even less formal suits or clothes, but seeing him in pajamas seemed a little more intimate than usual. - Do you want to? - She offered a small fork and he nodded positively, approaching.

They started eating quietly and slowly, although a little strange, it was also comfortable. Theodore took advantage of every small flash of light that entered through the window in front of the kitchen sink to admire Y/N with his sleepy face, which in turn felt the look of the boy himself. In a brighter place it would be possible to see the slight blush that appeared on his face.

- Do you miss Hogwarts when you are at home? - Theodore breaks the fragile silence that reigned for a few long seconds.

- Usually not, but this last week yes. - She responded with a slight smile on her face, but still without looking at him. Theodore wondered if she missed school because she also missed seeing him every day, just like he felt about her in that long week. - Why? Have you missed me? - Y/N provokes, now looking at Theodore's angelic face, who just directed his eyes to the girl's pink lips.

- To be honest, lately you have been appearing in my thoughts more than I would like to confess. - Theodore seemed too close now, his breaths mixing and the slight touch of his fingers dragging a lock of hair away from her eyes made her shiver.

Nott's confession seemed more like a request than a de facto outburst. In his mind, he revisited every dream scene in which she appeared. That moment was different from the others when they were about to kiss, there was no hurry or tension at all. The distance between them seemed to decrease naturally. Y/N was waiting for Theodore, she wouldn't try any more proximity of this type if he didn't do something at that moment.

- You're so beautiful. - Theodore's hand went down from his hair to his mouth, dragging his thumb slightly over his lower lip. - I've been dreaming about you every night, Y/N. Even trying, I couldn't stop thinking about you for a minute. - The words were like butterflies that circulated inside the stomach of Y/N, increasingly lost in those eyes and confessions.

She decides to repeat what she did on the night of the dance, taking the initiative to have him for herself and touching her lips on his. Theodore corresponds with passion, bringing her body as much as he could, his hands snaked through all the fragile fabric of the sweater she wore, creating crumpled folds, hungry hands looking for the least amount of skin she could. Her hands, in turn, were in the middle of his hair, curling and pulling more to herself as the kiss deepened more and more.

Theodore pushed her against the sink bench, pressing more on the bodies and lowering the kisses down her neck as sighs fell from Y/N's mouth. The external lighting brightened a little the lascivious scene that happened inside the house, Theodore climbing the hem of the white silk piece she wore, squeezing her thighs to the point of marking them as his. - Merlin, I'm in heaven now. - That's what went through her head when she felt light bites on the skin of her neck and hands inside her legs, teasing her over her underwear with a torturous finger drag.

Y/N closed his eyes, hung his head back, stuck his nails on the bench behind him, and surrendered to the feeling of his hot hand invading his panties with his fingers, pressing in slow circles the most sensitive point between his legs.

Nott kissed her mouth again, swallowing every moan she let out, they were like music to him. In a short break during the kiss, he observed the mess he left in Y/N. Neck with the marks he left, a strap fallen from her shoulders, legs squeezing in her hand and half-open lips releasing all the moan she had.

- Please... - Y/N said between moans still with his eyes closed. He held her neck, just strong enough to make her look at him. - Theo, I want you so much now... - The boy thought for a moment if he wasn't in another of his hot dreams with her. Theodore was on fire to hear her call her name.

He stopped what he was doing, kissing the girl's soft mouth again. Y/N felt Nott's hands grab the sides of his hips, clearly feeling how needy he looked inside his own clothes. In a quick movement, Theodore turned her, leaving her Y/N back against her chest. His hands walked under the fabric on the girl's body, kisses and small bites were left on her shoulders.

Y/N felt Theodore's hands reach one of her breasts, squeezing it slightly and making her gasp with the sensation. She held it in his arms, as if she were fading down there.

The pressure of Y/N's ass on his dressed member made Nott hurry to take off her panties. The piece fell easily through her legs, which kicked her slightly to some corner when it reached her feet.

Squeezes were felt stronger and stronger on his thighs and ass. Theodore undresses just enough to fit into her, which he leaned slightly so that he finally entered.

- Don't do this to me, Theo, please...- Y/N moans low while he provokes her by crawling between her wet folds. Theodore smiles instantly when he hears the girl of his dreams beg for him at last.

- Sorry, love, you're so wet that I couldn't contain myself. - Theo's deep voice completely loaded with excitement near her ear made her squeeze around nowhere. He provoked her a few more times, making her temporarily hate him for it.

And then Theodore finally pushed himself into his entrance, hypnotized with the view of the sweater raised to the Y/N waist by his firm hands around his body. To Theo, it seemed like paradise, to feel it around him, the scene and the moans that came out of that beautiful mouth.

Y/N felt the ice cream from the countertop stone against her boiling skin when Theodore began to move inside her. He pulled her body back and she laid her head on one of her shoulders, making a point of moaning near his ears, which she realized made him react more intensely.

Theodore held Y/N's neck with one hand, ensuring that he had the control he wanted over her. The other hand went to the sensitive clitoris again, while distributing kisses on the extension of his neck. Y/N at this point only tried to hold on to his body, grabbing his arm stretched over his belly and feeling him release his neck, using his hand to hold it in place.

- Damn, you're fucking tight... - Y/N was super stimulated enough to squeeze only with Theodore's low moans, the things he said just made her closer to the edge. Her grips made Theodore smile convinced.

- Teddy, don't stop...- That's just what Y/N could say, and then the eyebrows came together, the lips opened, the muscles tightened and a small amount of a viscous white liquid ran down his thighs as he continued to hit his hips against hers.

That was too much for him, Theodore continued to move in the same way as she squeezed around him, which was the last straw. A few seconds later, he tried to move his hips away so as not to end up inside her, but Y/N used one hand to pull him back and spill himself inside her.

When he retired from Y/N, Theodore probably saw the most sexually attractive scene for him, which he made a point of keeping it mentally for another moment. Y/N recomposing himself little by little by holding on to the sink, the legs trembling and both liquids mixed flowing between the thighs.

- Merlin, I need a bath. - The breaths are still controlling when she turns around, still leaning on the bench. Both smile with the Y/N statement.

The clothes and hair were already properly tied when they both headed out of the kitchen. Y/N did not dispute and Theodore did not question, they just took a shower and slept peacefully in the room where the boy was

[...]

The breakfast table was set, the meeting of the Slytherin friends at the big table reminded Hogwarts once again, with no adults around, only them.

Luckily for Theodore and Y/N, the girl managed to return to the room without drawing attention earlier that morning, she took advantage of the fact that all her friends were passed out in their rooms and that they would not even wake up with a bomb. Most of them were destroyed the night before, Draco was certainly the most affected.

- Merlin, never let me drink like that again. - The blonde held his head between his hands with his elbows on the table.

- You'd better recover quickly, little brother, tomorrow we'll return to Hogwarts. - Y/N said while drinking a sip or another of your coffee.

- You don't need to remind me, Y/N. - The boy complains and when he was going to say something else he was interrupted.

Mattheo drew all his attention to himself, who came from the kitchen with lilac lace panties hanging from his index finger while a malicious smile adorned his tired face.

- Someone here had a lot of fun last night, huh? - Y/N and Theodore froze with the look of Mattheo and Pansy on them. - Astoria did you really do miracles here, Draco making a little scene to let the party do this in the first room they entered? - Y/N and Nott didn't understand, but they wouldn't take that in front of everyone. They took advantage of the fact that Draco was so out of patience that he did not make a point of answering, while Astoria received a stern look from her sister.

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[n0tamused]

Hi! Id like to request a eomer x plus size reader if you’re comfortable, maybe she’s a seamstress and makes eowyns dresses. You can honestly do this however you want. I just feel like there’s such a lack of Eomer fics out there that’s my husband 🙏🏻

A/n: Thank you so much for the request, I had so much fun writing this one! <3 I do hope you liked it! Although I am comfortable with plus-sized reader or chubby reader, I failed to see an opportunity to mention any body shape here, so I do hope I haven't failed you lol. If you have any advice or insight on what you'd like to see more of, let me know :) <3 Pleas enjoy! And- There is definitely such a lack of Eomer fics..

Contents: Eomer x F!Reader, fluff, reader is a seamstress, established relationship

Words: 1164

Morning came chill and yellow, pale golden rays coming through in thin lances through the curtain covering the windows. A fire was already moving in the big stone hearth and it was not long until the room began to feel too warm. But you sat on a cushioned chair next to the window, warmed by the fire behind you and cooled by the breeze that slipped through the cracks near the milky glass. Needlework was a tasking thing, yet one you enjoyed regardless of how frustrating it may be at times. Once you had tried to teach the craft to lady Eowyn, but all your efforts saw no fruition, as the shieldmaiden’s blood ran hot within her and gave no surrender to tasks more delicate.

As strong headed as a bull she is, you thought as you let your mind drift past the heralding of wars and bad omens. Too much has been happening lately, too much. These little works of embroidery were all you had to keep your mind satiated and at peace. Before you knew it, the image before you was becoming more intricate. It would seem Lady Eowyn would have a rather detailed dress, more detailed than any other. Quickly, but not hastily, the needle worked its way through the cloth like a warm dagger through butter. In and out, sowing and painting with threads of yellow and black and green and white. Your needle worked to the sound of your humming, a needle song, as you called it. Yet today was not the day that your needle would hear the end of the song. The heavy wooden door had opened so suddenly and so quickly that your needle dipped through the cloth like a sword, drawing blood from the finger underneath. Hissing, you let the embroidery fall to your lap along with the needle, pressing onto the sting with your other hand. You couldn’t forsake formalities even then, however much you wished to scold this somebody.

“My lord Eomer!” formalities fell from your lips before you had the chance to even settle on the features of his face. Gold spun locks fell down the sides of his face, swaying as he came to an abrupt stop to survey the room. His brows furrowed and his lips tightened. “May I help you?” you asked him, and his honeyed eyes fell on your form, blinking as if cast from a trance.

“It is my sister I was hoping to find here with you. I had thought she would be here learning your craft from you, as she did before”. Confusion could not be helped as it crawled onto your face, but the manner in which he said so made a smile fight to curl your lips in disbelief.

“Lady Eowyn?” you lowered your hands into your lap, fingers still clamped over your little stinging injury. “Lady Eowyn has long since stopped giving her ear to my words. The skill does not suit her, nor I try to force her to do it. Did you not know?” you finally settled on the reply, seeing confusion and anticipation ringing through the horse-lord’s head. You had to wonder whether there was air in there alone in this moment, has he become blind to his sister’s character? 

His lips fall apart, then close, his eyes looking to the side as he realizes his own error and then they close. Nodding his head slowly Eomer sighs, shoulders falling and his hand rests on the pommel of his sword. “I see.. I should have expected it..” It is a veiled whisper, hiding behind itself a minor feeling of foolishness, but he does not hope to weigh himself down with it. 

“I apologize if I had startled you, my lady” he then spoke, blurted more so as his eyes fell to the hands in your lap. “Have you hurt yourself?” he added, taking a few big strides and closing the distance between the two of you. 

"No-.." You didn’t get to reply before he was extending his hand down and silently asking to take yours. The gesture made the words melt on your tongue, you could only obey the silent request and put your hand in his. The small dot began to bleed again in the absence of applied pressure, sliding down the length of your finger. “It is only a small thing, it causes me no bother, Eomer..” you whispered, lashes fluttering as you gazed up at him. 

“Nonsense.. I caused this” he speaks lightheartedly yet seriously all at once and then he dips to one knee before you, your hand cupped in two of his own. Warmth flooded your cheeks as his lips found your hurt after wiping away the droplet of blood, kissing each knuckle of the finger and then turning your hand over to kiss the top of your hand as well. By the time you found yourself from your frozen minds, you managed to slap him on the shoulder, giggling in disbelief as well as the light-headedness he managed to cause. “Eomer!” you giggle, snatching your hand away. You were half tempted to throw the embroidery frame at his face were his teasing smile any bigger.  “You forget yourself, my lord” you press the word ‘lord’, eyes lit up in mischief. 

“Why, I was only hoping to provide my lady an apology and some comfort for the hurt I caused..” he whispered as he looked up at you, lingering a moment longer before standing up. The odd and dark days had made it so that Eomer had little to no time to spend in private with you, so he could only find excuses to swiftly stop by wherever you are, linger for a moment and leave with an unspoken promise to come back again. Sometimes he’d leave flowers too, other times he’d leave you with more feelings than touches. All the time he was surrounded by  people and duty, and you had your own to attend to as well.

But for a moment now, it all seemed much worth it. 

“Join me for dinner tonight, my lady?” he asked, tone even and expectant, that deep timbre of his, sure as the ground he walked on, as steady as him. 

“If that is an order, who am I to dare deny it?” you say, smiling up at him. 

“Good. In that case I cannot wait to have your company join mine, soon enough. Until then… I am hoping you will accept another request of mine?”

“And that is..?”

“Help me find my sweet little sister” he says, releasing a deep breath of exhaustion, even if the day barely started. You scoff, smiling even wider, not at all unfamiliar with Eowyn’s antics and character.

“I can only help if my lord promises to see this wound healed with his own healing in the upcoming days”

His eyes find yours, smiling a smile of their own as warmth fills his heart in some childish light, kindled fire burning gentle yet strong. “You have my word, my lady”

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[lindisworld]

Close || Matt Murdock x Reader

Summary - Soulmate Au! In which [Name] has Daredevil as a soulmate and Matt unwillingly wants [Name] in his life. However Fate does its job and always brings them together.

Chapter three.

Daredevil stood outside [Name]’s window, his fingers gently knocking the glass, hoping she’d come. He returned to get something that rightfully belonged to him, his baton. This particular object served as one of his strongest defensive weapons. Although Daredevil possessed an extraordinary ability to utilize any available item to his advantage, there was an underlying comfort and confidence that came with wielding his trusted baton.

A couple seconds pass, a familiar person opens the window. The cold air making way through the opened glass and into her apartment. sending small shivers down [Name]’s spine. 

“I was anticipating the day you’d show up again,” [Name] says, moving out of the way so Matt could slide in, “I got a gift for you, actually.” She smiles and walks towards her room, retrieving the so called gift. 

“Oh? I didn’t know we had to bring gifts. I would’ve brought something.” Matt says, his head tilting to the side slightly with a grin on his face. He focused on her heartbeat, getting himself familiarized with it, something he couldn’t help but enjoy doing. It was a comforting feeling, just listening to one thing instead of millions of others. 

“Maybe, next time Devil man.” She shouts from her bedroom. He listens to her shuffle things around, looking for his baton. Matt cursed himself earlier for being so reckless and leaving his weapon behind at [Name]’s apartment. This definitely wasn’t him keeping his distance.  It’s honestly not his fault he got shot and landed on her apartment. Even if it’s just for a moment he could experience with her without [Name] knowing who he is to her, he’ll take it. 

“It took awhile to find which is my fault, but I think you’ll love it!” [Name] says with enthusiasm, placing the baton into his hand. “Probably something you’d find helpful.” 

“It’s not really a gift if it belongs to me,” Matt replies, earning a disappointed sigh from [Name]. “Cmon Devil man, just go along with it.” she responds.

”You seem chattier than the first time we met,” Matt told her, it was kind of understandable considering the state he was in when she met him as Daredevil and not Matt. “You were all banged up pretty bad, I thought you were going to die on my couch from a head injury.” She spoked, nervousness peaking through her tone. 

“I appreciate what you did,” He replied, “I can’t be exposing you to any danger if you had removed my mask.” He added truthfully. 

“Well I’m not a nurse but I know how to clean and stitch wounds if you happen to injure yourself around here,” [Name] voiced to Daredevil, her eyes glanced around his suit. She seen the details on the suit that she had missed from the other night. His eyes felt like they were piercing through her. 

“What made you learn?” He asked in tone that sounded concerned that only be heard if you paid closed attention. [Name] missed it and let out a nervous laugh, “My soulmate. They seem to be a little reckless and get themselves hurt quite often. I got use to it over the years.” She uttered. 

“Oh.”  Was all he said. 

“Yeah.” 

“Did you ever think to end the soul tie? Considering all the hurt he put you through.” A question he wasn’t prepared to be answered by her. It was obvious what her answer would be, he felt foolish for even asking. Why is he suddenly caring about her answer? Matt thought about his soulmate many times throughout his life, wondering when she’s gonna appear in his life. Whether she’ll accept him as Daredevil or if she’d want to end the soul tie. For a moment, he thought Elektra was his soulmate in college, but that wasn’t the case. 

Matt figured she’d attempted to end the soul tie because who would want a vigilante? 

“No, but my best friend, Marci. She’s getting worried especially with the recent incident I had,” Her fingers played with the hem of her shirt, recalling the events. “Losing my hearing was an awful experience,” she mumbled. 

Matt felt guilt about what happened, he had no idea just how deep the bond between their souls had become, and this realization sent waves of unease coursing through him. “Thank you for taking care of me that night, I gotta go.” He said, making his way towards the window, without looking back he hops out into the night. 

“Bye Devil man.”

“I’m so glad we’re able to have our girl’s night.” Karen says with a smile on her face, a glass in her hand filled with scotch. [Name] nods in agreement, “I’m sure you’ve been busy with work, I can’t imagine being part of the lawyer work.” She responds. 

“It’s so exhausting at times, but I just want the truth and justice for the clients. I’m doing my best.” 

“I’m sure you’re doing a fantastic job on getting the truth. I can always give you free coffee and desserts whenever needed. Just come by my cafe.” [Name] says.

Karen pulls [Name] into a hug and thanks her. These past few weeks have been tough especially with trying to figure out the Punisher and the big deal with Reyes. It felt like she hasn’t been able to sit and relax without constantly being on the move for new evidence. 

It was nice of [Name] to call Karen over to her place to hangout, possibly a sleepover if they happen to get wasted. 

“You don’t know how much that means to me, so much has been going on with The Punisher. I know talking about it isn’t ideal girl talk,” Karen laughs nervously and tucks a hair behind her ear. 

“Don’t worry, I don’t mind at all. If it helps you destress, vent away.” [Name] says. 

“Oh, no. I definitely need a break from talking about it.” Karen says, pouring more scotch into her cup. “It’s the only thing that’s been on my mind for while. It’ll be a nice change for a day.”

”Well hopefully what I tell you next distracts you for a while, I met Daredevil personally a few days ago. Like i’ve heard about him before but for me to actually see him in person is insane. It was so surreal.” [Name] sucks in a breath. “He was banged up pretty bad on my rooftop. I went up to check it out and I found him there.” 

“That’s…wow. You carried him to your apartment?” Karen asks, receiving a nod from [Name]. “I had no choice, something in my gut was telling me to grab him. It was really an intense feeling. It was suffocating me.” [Name] explains, recalling the events that happened a couple of days ago. 

“You honestly might’ve saved him, [Name]. Did you ever unmask him and see his true identity?” Karen questioned. Karen witnessed Daredevil firsthand too, something that she always remembered. 

“No, I tried to see his injury under his mask. He grabbed my hand and refused. Thinking about it now, do you think Daredevil would have a soulmate?” 

“I mean everybody has a soulmate, the only exception is if you end the soul tie or the person passes. There’s a high probability of Daredevil having a soulmate.” Karen said. 

“Lord, have mercy on his soulmate. That must be the toughest thing for them.” [Name] mumbles, finishing her alcoholic drink and setting it down.  Karen poured more in [Name]’s cup then adds more to hers as well. 

“Now imagine if you were Captain America’s soulmate. See I wouldn’t mind getting bruised up for him. That’s America’s ass right there that could be mine.” She jokes. Karen laughs and agrees. 

“Let’s talk about being Thor’s soulmate. Having a God for a soulmate sounds too good to be true. I wouldn’t mind living on another planet.” Karen giggles, “It’d be an amazing life with Thor.” 

The two women continued for a few hours about potentially being paired with an Avenger as a soulmate and how mind blowing and exhilarating that would be. Later, [Name] strongly urged Karen to stay over, knowing just how many drinks Karen had consumed, [Name] didn't want to risk the blonde's well-being by letting her walk out into any possible danger.

”We could always watch romcoms till we fall asleep or stay up until the morning, i’ll grab you a pair of pajamas and a shirt.” [Name] grinned and turned on her tv, putting whatever romcom that was being aired currently. She stands up as she stumbles into her bedroom.

“Fine, only cause it’s really late.” Karen says with a giggle. Momentarily, [Name] comes back with clothes and hands it to her. “The bathroom is down the hall to your left. First door.” [Name] replies.

”Thank you for today, I really appreciate it,” Karen’s words slur as she gave [Name] a half drunken hug before heading to the bathroom. In the meantime, a few taps was heard through the window. The same thing that happened earlier before Karen arrived to her apartment. 

“Devil man,” [Name] mutters as she walks towards the window, stumbling a bit as she went. She unlocks the window and lifts it up. “Are you checking up on me?” Her eyebrows furrows, her vision becoming blurred the longer she looks at him. 

“Yes,” He answered truthfully, “I was passing by and you’re the only apartment that has their lights on at 3 in the morning.” Matt didn’t understand why’d he check up on her, he knew she had company over and she had been drinking too. It was a fancy scotch, he tasted it on her lips as she spoke to him and the smell of alcohol mixing with her scent infiltrated his nose. 

“I’m with my friend, Karen. I invited her over for a girl’s night after you left earlier. We were talking about you, we were wondering if you have a soulmate. Oh my gosh, if you do. What would you even do? I could honestly imagine myself with Captain America.” [Name] rambles, her words occasionally mixing together. 

Matt chuckles under his breath, amused at her rant. He also picked up Karen’s name, he hadn’t know they have been friends since they met her at the coffee shop. He completely disregarded her soulmate question. 

“She’s coming out the bathroom now. Stay safe and goodnight, [Name].” Matt said to her. [Name] heard the bathroom door opened and turned to check. 

“I never told you my na-“ [Name] turns to the window before realizing he had left. Her face displayed confusion as she peeked out the window to see no Daredevil. No signs of him anywhere. It made [Name] think she had hallucinated the interaction.

“Who were you talking to?” Karen questions, “I guess to myself, I must’ve drank too much.” [Name] laughs and shuts the window close. 

“Now let’s watch movies till we pass out.” Karen eagerly says and sits comfortably on the couch.

A/n : not proofread!!

[balimaria]

If we think about it, the player and Luxu are quite similar and at the same time very different. Here I explain

Luxu is a character who was assigned to be an anonymous observer of the narrative. The player is a faceless observer who imposed himself on the narrative. Luxu is able to take different bodies to live eternally, having his memories and powers, but in exchange he kills people and ruins lives without caring

In exchange, the player is able to reincarnate in different bodies that his heart forms, but in exchange he loses his powers. His memories, not being able to choose which body to reincarnate in and having to spend several generations for him to reincarnate. Although without harming anyone, only he suffers the consequences. Luxu becomes over time a sadistic and cynical psychopath to the extreme, while the player becomes someone wiser, calm and loving. I could talk more about these two, but I don't want this post to be a bible.

Without a doubt, the interaction of these two will be GOAT

Hmm... I don't know if I'd say Luxu becomes sadistic or psychotic. Cynical, definitely. But I don't think he necessarily takes pleasure in causing other people pain. At this point we don't know how many vessels he's taken or how many lifetimes he's lived, only that it's probably a lot. He gave up his body, his name, and any chance at a "normal" life for the role MoM gave him. Over time, it seems likely that he grew estranged from his old identity ("These days they call me Xigbar, but whatever suits you" = he puts no value in his name/what people call him after having taken so many.) MoM's plan became all that he really is. Such a heavy weight is bound to take a toll on anyone, especially after however many lifetimes he's lived. It didn't make him sadistic, rather caustic and uncaring because putting care into things became pointless when he would inevitably move onto another vessel. The only thing that mattered was his role and whatever he had to do to fulfill it.

This veered slightly into headcanon territory, and also away from your point of Luxu/player parallels, which I do think is interesting territory (and something I've not seen brought up, though I'm not super deep into the general Chi sphere.) KH has a history of these sort of inverted parallels (Sora/Riku and Eraqus/Xehanort come to mind specifically, with Eraqus and Xehanort being a kind of "dark mirror" of what Sora and Riku's relationship could've become.) You make a good observation of them both being "observers." Luxu will inevitably leave this role and make his own choices in the narrative, just as the player does. Will these choices parallel in any way? I wonder! We'll just have to wait and see.

[braveclementine]

Chapter 17

Warnings: None. (Will however be a 18+ reader book)

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own a few OCs like Elizabeth, Katherine, Stacy, and Jessie. I do not condone any copying of this.

You, your soulmates, and the gymnastics team all had a great time talking to each other. They had all been invited to the wedding, although Isa and Ila wouldn't be able to stay. Sarah, Katerina, and Elizabeth would definitely be coming, which you glad for. Yonce couldn't stay either, though she wished me all the best and demanded that I send her pictures afterwards.

None of you had eaten much as you still had to attend the soulmate dinner that night. And at the dinner, you guys had talked about the shark incident, but there weren't any leads on it. Then you had gone to Stephen and Tony's room, sleeping in between the two of them that night. You had felt just as warm and content between Stephen and Tony's arms as you had Bucky, Sam, and Steve's.

The next day was rather uneventful, which you spent with Loki and Thor. You sort've noticed what Elizabeth meant about strange people. Though there were the normal tourists and bathing suit clad people, there were also the occasional suspicious looking person, wearing long sleeved shirts and khaki shorts to their knees. Sunglasses as well, sometimes even a baseball cap.

Every time you noticed one of them, Loki would duplicate himself, turn his second personage invisible, and sneak up behind the said person to listen in to any conversations they might be having.

However, half of the time, the person was just a normal tourist. The other half of the time, he didn't know what language they were speaking in. So he'd get his phone and video record them to share with the group later and see if any of them knew what the people were saying.

You and Loki were rather tense and nervous, making it hard to enjoy the day, but Thor was relaxed and carefree. It made things a bit better. He was constantly being asked to take pictures with people, and he couldn't deny kids whenever they wanted to hug him. He was such a soft marshmallow.

You spent much of your time at one of the pools. However, once Thor got in the pool, you casually made an excuse to get out of the water. You were sure Thor wouldn't electrocute the pool- on purpose- but still, you didn't want to be in a body of water with an electrical God in it.

Loki seemed to be thinking along the same lines, casually getting out of the water to sit next to you while he kept a green mist going into the pool.

"What are you doing?" You asked.

"Making the water electricity proof." Loki deadpanned, "So that if he does let out an electrical current, no one will get hurt."

"You're so sweet." You mumbled, leaning over to kiss him on the cheek. He blushed a little, focusing on the water more.

"I like Elizabeth." Loki said suddenly. "She seems like a nice person."

"She's very cheerful, but she has a very active imagination." You said. "So sometimes I wonder if she just made up the idea of suspicious guys because she just thought they were suspicious to her."

"Well, Wong said one of the videos was in Chinese. Unfortunately, it was a dialect you doesn't know completely and he thinks he translated it to something about a 'bomb', so he's sending the video to someone named Shaun to see if he knows what they're saying."

"The last thing we need is a bomb." You muttered, spirits dropping. "Whose Shaun?"

"I have no idea." Loki responded. "I'm going to go out on a limb though and say that he's Chinese."

"Makes sense." You said with a grin, "Would it be safe to get back in the water now?"

"Yes." Loki said, sliding back into the pool as though to prove a point.

"There you two are." Thor said with excitement before tossing another child up into the air so that they splashed into the water. Luckily, he wasn't tossing them to high so they didn't get hurt.

"Having fun?" You asked with a grin. Thor scooped you up into his arms before tossing you a little bit. You squealed with delight before you crashed back into the water. After you came back up out of the water, you could see all the kids clinging around Thor. "Again! Again!"

"He's going to be a great father." You mumbled to yourself.

You watched with amusement as a little girl tugged at Loki, begging him to toss her. Loki looked distraught, before he finally gave in, tossing her just as high as Thor did. Immediately, he was being swarmed with kids that were still waiting for Thor to toss him. Loki looked terrified, almost falling backwards over his feet.

"And he will not be." A voice laughed next to you.

You nearly screamed, jumping seventy feet in the air. "Elizabeth what the fuck!"

Elizabeth giggled, standing there in a simple navy blue, one piece bathing suit. It was outlined with a neon yellow trim. Her brown hair was back up in a bun. You could see the line from vision, and the two other empty lines. Her own colour was actually a large mix of red, yellow, green, blue, and black.

The colours seemed familiar. "Where are those colours from?"

"Oh, Hogwarts." She said, blushing. "Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Slytherin, Ravenclaw, and then the Teachers are black. I just love the Harry Potter universe so much that my bond just shifted into basically at Harry Potter themed bond."

"You must have the most colours in a single bond." You said.

"Nope. Remember, Billie Eilish has nine in hers."

"Oh yes, that's right." You said.

"What's Vision like?"

"He is very attentive and detail oriented. He uses proper English and large words. You two will get along well. He has another soulmate, Wanda, who you already met. He isn't always in his robot, he also has a really hot human form if I might say so myself." You said.

"What's Wanda like?" Elizabeth asked curiously, swirling her finger in the water, letting it manipulate so that it started to swirl in midair before she let the water fall so no one saw her do it.

"She's very sweet. She might be the same age as you. She has a twin brother named Pietro-" You cut off, remembering Pietro's colour bonds.

"Pietro?" Elizabeth questioned.

"One second." You said, quickly hurrying over to where Loki had gotten out of the pool once again, sulking in a sun chair, avoiding the children that were now hanging all over Thor like a monkey gym. You pulled our your phone, texted Wanda where you were, and told her that you might've met Pietro's soulmate and if he could come over so that you could test it out.

Less than five minutes later, Vision- in human form- Wanda, and Pietro were there. Vision greeted Elizabeth with a kiss on the cheek, which made her blush, and then she introduced herself to Pietro.

Pietro grabbed his left wrist before introducing himself very enthusiastically. You were delighted that Elizabeth was going to get to spend more time with you guys.

"Guess I'll be college in New York." Elizabeth said, making a face. She hated New York. She much preferred warmer climates like Florida or Texas, and hated cities. She preferred being int he country or at least the suburban's. It was her dream to own a farm one day.

Elizabeth's mother came over, always the protective hen, to see who Elizabeth was talking to. Elizabeth quickly introduced the three of them to her mother.

"You know. That means that Elizabeth's soulmates will make Wanda a soulmate to her own brother." Loki said.

"It's the same with you and Thor." You pointed out.

"Touché." he muttered.

"Judge yourself before you judge others." You teased.

He gave you a confused look, "But I'm perfect."

You burst out laughing before kissing his cheek, "Close enough anyways."

Eventually, you guys headed back- though Wanda, Vision, and Pietro stayed back with Elizabeth- and you guys had your soulmate dinner then and there before you guys headed to the Karaoke bar.

Almost everyone there was part of your group. From your soulmates to their friends to the Guardians and their friends, Wakandans, Asgardians, and of course the few members of your gymnastics team and their families who were slowly intermingling with the Avengers.

Elizabeth greeted you, wearing an orangey-brown dress with black swirls over it, a drop down golden green heart-shaped necklace, and cute matching cowgirl boots that cut off at the ankle. Her hair was finally down and wavy, some of it pulled back in a top knot.

"You look adorable." You complimented.

"Thank you." Elizabeth said. "You look beautiful."

You were wearing a dress as well, in the shade of [Random colour]. You'd pulled your hair back into a ponytail and were also wearing cowgirl boots, although they were in a shade that complimented the dress and went up to your knees. You wore a [leather/jean] jacket over it, along with [gold/silver] bangles on your wrists with matching earrings.

"Do you have any songs that you want to sing?" You asked.

"Not really. I can't sing." Elizabeth said, blushing.

"Nonsense." You scolded, "Remember that party that Litzy, Trang, Kat, Awa, and I were all at and we did Karaoke in the basement and you sang Dear Future Husband by Meghan Trainor? Sing that again."

"Oh? Okay." She said.

"Y/N!" Shuri's voice said excitedly. She came to a stop by your side, "Hi, I'm Shuri."

"Elizabeth." They shook hands. Then Shuri turned to me, "Okay so, me and you are going to sing I kissed a Girl by Katy Perry, got it?"

"But I've never kissed a girl." You protested.

Shuri wrapped her arms around you, giving you a nice kiss on your lips, which completely shocked you. "And now you have. Okay, see you later."

You gaped after her as she danced off to go and find Okoye.

"What the fuck just happened?" You asked Elizabeth.

She shrugged, looking a little embarrassed. "Um, you kissed a girl? Er, well, a princess. And she kissed you."

"Who kissed you?" T'Challa's voice asked as he came up behind the two of you. Elizabeth's cheeks flushed red. Yours burned too.

"Er- Shuri." Elizabeth said.

T'Challa choked on his drink. "S-Shuri?"

"You'll see why later." You said with a bit of a smile.

Peter Quil was singing Come and Get your love. He actually wasn't that bad to be honest.

Shuri was suddenly pulling your hand and you grabbed a microphone, feeling like you might throw up. Elizabeth might be able to sing. You on the other hand. . .

Shuri started out singing,

This was never the way I planned Not my intention I got so brave, drink in hand Lost my discretion It's not what I'm used to Just wanna try you on I'm curious for you Caught my attention

You joined in on the Chorus

I kissed a girl and I liked it The taste of her cherry chap stick I kissed a girl just to try it I hope my boyfriend don't mind it It felt so wrong It felt so right Don't mean I'm in love tonight I kissed a girl and I liked it I liked it

T'Challa's eyes widened as you continued to sing before he smiled, shaking his head, and downed the rest of his drink.

You and Shuri both sang the next part and the chorus together.

No, I don't even know your name It doesn't matter You're my experimental game Just human nature It's not what, good girls do Not how they should behave My head gets so confused Hard to obey

I kissed a girl and I liked it The taste of her cherry chap stick I kissed a girl just to try it I hope my boyfriend don't mind it It felt so wrong It felt so right Don't mean I'm in love tonight I kissed a girl and I liked it I liked it

And then you sang the last part of it by yourself before Shuri joined it for the Chorus. Both of you were dancing on the stage as you got used to singing on stage.

Us girls we are so magical Soft skin, red lips, so kissable Hard to resist so touchable Too good to deny it Ain't no big deal, it's innocent

I kissed a girl and I liked it The taste of her cherry chap stick I kissed a girl just to try it I hope my boyfriend don't mind it It felt so wrong It felt so right Don't mean I'm in love tonight I kissed a girl and I liked it I liked it

By the time you and Shuri stepped off the stage, you were feeling much better about this singing idea. You got Wanda and Nat together so that you guys could sing Obsessed by Mariah Carey.

Elizabeth took her turn, singing Dear Future Husband, which just proved that she was a wonderful singer, not to mention she danced perfectly to the song, making both Pietro and Vision's mouth drop.

"Oh, oh, Future Husband, better love me right."

And then she jumped off the stage to wild applause, throwing a wink at Vision and Pietro before sitting down next to you.

"Told you you could sing." You muttered to her.

She flushed, obviously embarrassed.

You, Wanda, and Nat went back up on stage to sing Obsessed, just as you had planned.

The music started, the three of you slightly dancing.

Nat started out.

All up in the blogs Saying we met at the bar When I don't even know who you are Saying we up in your house Saying I'm up in your car

Wanda was next

But you in LA and I'm out at Jermaine's I'm up in the A You so so lame And no one here even mentions your name It must be the weed, it must be the E 'Cause you've beem popping hood You get it popping

And then you

Oh, why you so obsessed with me (boy, I wanna know) Lying that you're sexing me (when everybody knows) It's clear that you're upset with me

It was actually kind've funny, cause there were several groups of people who were after you.

All three of you were singing the next part.

Finally found a girl that you couldn't impress Last man on the earth still couldn't hit this You're delusional, you're delusional Boy you're losing your mind

It's confusing yo', you're confused you know Why you're wasting your time? Got you all fired up with your Napoleon complex Seeing right through you like you're bathing in Windex Oh, oh, oh boy why you so obsessed with me?

Then you sang, Wanda first, you second, and Nat last before you guys went into the Chorus.

You on your job You hating hard Ain't gon' feed you I'm gonna let you starve

Gasping for air I'm ventilation You out of breath Hope you ain't waiting Telling the world how much you miss me

But we never were So why you trippin'? You a mom and pop I'm a corporation I'm the press conference You a conversation

Oh, why you so obsessed with me (and boy I wanna know) Lying that you're sexing me (when everybody knows) It's clear that you're upset with me (oh, oh, oh)

Finally found a girl that you couldn't impress Last man on the earth still couldn't hit this You're delusional, you're delusional Boy you're losing your mind

You guys had a lot of fun with that song, the dancing, the singing background lines while one of you sang the main part. And everyone was loving it. Maybe when you guys were done being superheroes, you could start a band.

You took a break for a long time, until Elizabeth dared you to sing a song by yourself. Your soulmates naturally encouraged you to do so. You sighed, deciding to go back up on the stage, trying to decide what else you could sing. Ah, yes, perfect.

I caught you cheating You had the nerve to say you're sleeping Just not with her, but tell your friends That I'll be lost without you And I'll admit it Sometimes I miss when we were in it So I made a list so I never forget All the things I hate about you

Almost all of the girls in the crowd started to scream without excitement.

Ten, you're selfish, nine, you're jaded Eight, the dumbest guy I dated Seven, talk a big game 'til you're naked Only six seconds, and I had to fake it Five, you're toxic, four, can't trust you Three, you still got mommy issues Two years of your bullshit I can't undo One, I hate the fact that you made me love you

Elizabeth looked mad that she had let me sing by myself. She loved this song and probably wanted to be singing with me. So you grabbed a second mic and tossed it to her so that she could sing the next verse from the floor:

Your friends must suck if they think you're cool A sloppy drunk obsessed with his Juul Keep buying bottles with your daddy's money And I don't know how I fell for your shit You gross me out, now I've got the ick And I've got a list of why you don't get to fuck me

You could see her mother in the crowd, pursing her lips at the last word in that sentence. She was a stickler on perfect language and lady-like language. You could also Steve roll his eyes as you grinned at him. Now that Elizabeth had joined in, the crowd was cheering even louder. Apparently she was going to be very popular tonight.

Ten, you're selfish, nine, you're jaded Eight, the dumbest guy I dated Seven, talk a big game 'til you're naked Only six seconds and I had to fake it Five, you're toxic, four, can't trust you Three, you still got mommy issues Two years of your bullshit I can't undo One, I hate the fact that you made me love you

You and Elizabeth were jumping up and down as you guys sang the chorus, both of you really excited.

You made me love you You made me love you Ooh, ah How'd you make me love you?

And I'll admit it Sometimes I miss when we were in it So I made a list, yeah Ten things I hate about you

Ten, you're selfish, nine, you're jaded Eight, the dumbest guy I dated Seven talk a big game 'til you're naked Only six seconds and I had to fake it Five, you're toxic, four, can't trust you Three, you still got mommy issues Two years of your bullshit I can't undo One, I hate the fact that you made me love you

You and Elizabeth finished the song, nearly tossing your mics up in the air. The Karaoke bar had gathered a large crowd tonight and they were cheering now. All of your soulmates looked so happy and almost proud.

And then that was when the bomb went off.

[literatureloverx]

Chère Mlle Blanche-Neige,

We are continuing the letter format and doing so in French, as you said you learned it. Your alias also sounds rather lyrical in the language. I know I am getting a little out of order with responding to the previous points, but I find it admirable that you still put in the effort of trying to learning different languages to begin with. I wish you the best of luck in your Russian learning endeavors. What other languages are you learning or already know?

In regard to the way I think, I don't really know any other way of thinking. This is essentially me: https://www.tumblr.com/tazmiilly/699773430419030016/me-does-it-always-have-to-be-that-serious-the?source=share

I definitely think emotional difficulties are harder to handle, seeing as they are, by definition, not ruled by rationality. My reluctance in seeking aid from others primarily stems from struggles with trust and vulnerability, for the most part. That being said, I greatly appreciate your offer of support.

Yes, I enjoy Obi-Wan's wit and sarcasm immensely. Qui-Gon is certainly more free-spirited, and he's a good choice, in my biased opinion. I recently went on a rant about how Obi-Wan and Anakin would have likely fared better with more of Qui-Gon's guidance.

The matriculation issue sounds like a pain, although art history is a fascinating subject. I would love to hear about your favourite topics or anything else you wish to share. I actually study psychology, but I hope to branch out into something more forensics/pathology related. Are you thinking of becoming a psychologist more in the clinical/counseling sense or focus on research? Although marrying rich and not having to deal with financial concerns would be relieving. I am sure any wealthy husband would find you to be a gorgeous and engaging conversationalist and would be happy to spoil you to your heart's content.

Looking at your other asks and posts now, you truly have such refined tastes; this time I am referring to your choice in perfume. Even the bottle looks classy, and the blood red is on theme with poisoned apples. I would not know how it smells like, but the descriptions of it sound decadent. It's not just sweet with cherry, but also has a bit of delicateness in the floral notes (Turkish rose, jasmine) and a darker, fleshiness (bitter almond- which can be poisonous with cyanide). I daresay it suits you, but that is also just me infusing metaphor in the mundane. Are you knowledgeable in fragrances and the like? I really ought to look into it more. If you have any recommendations for me in regard to particular notes or anything along those lines, I am open to suggestions of any kind.

Somehow you gushing about scarred men even though it is primarily in reference to Fyodor makes me feel a little better about myself. I have many and wear a mask most of the time. Also, I feel a strange sense of pride in being your second-tied-with-first favourite astrological sign (Aquarius). As I have said above, you have excellent taste.

You are free to ask questions about me, of course. I enjoy answering, and I could always choose not to answer if you are worried about making me uncomfortable. If they are of a more personal nature or if there are many, you know where my inbox is. I would not want to intrude on your space on here too much. My letters are long enough as is haha.

— 🫀 Cœur anon

(An aside: I still wonder about this favourite anon you mentioned having. Shall we conduct a witch hunt to identify him? I will respect your wishes in not trying to guess, but I really am curious.)

Cher monsieur 🫀Cœr anon,

I do like being called “dear,” so the French opening fits rather perfectly. Knowing you’re reading French literature, it is also quite flattering. ♥️

It’s actually quite sweet of you to acknowledge my efforts. Personally, my mindset tends to be more along the lines of “if there are no results, then it’s meaningless” when it comes to myself, and when it comes to others, I share your thoughts. I’m curious whether you see things the same way for yourself as you do for others.

I don’t actually know too many languages, or at least I don’t think I do, since I tend to be inconsistent with learning them at times. However, the languages I speak, from most to least fluent, are Turkish (my mother tongue), German (I moved to Germany when I was 8, so it’s essentially a second mother tongue for me), English (I have to thank Germany’s school system for pushing us to be very proficient in English; otherwise, we wouldn’t be able to attend university, haha), French (I could probably be a mediocre speaker if I picked it up again, since I can still understand some conversations and haven’t completely forgotten it. I was doing fine with it, as it was our second foreign language in high school. Maybe one day I’ll pick it up again), Russian (I can hold basic conversations, and I learned to write in cursive since it’s written differently from block letters. I also have a Russian friend who says I have a good accent when pronouncing words, but I think she’s just being sweet and boosting my confidence, haha), and I can speak “tourist-level” Japanese, but I wouldn’t even consider it a language I can speak due to my limited ability. (As an aside, I’m also curious whether you speak any other languages besides English.)

I also relate very much to this link you shared, and I think it’s a great way of showcasing your way of thinking, very much what I would’ve expected, haha.

I completely understand where you’re coming from. Trusting others and being vulnerable can be incredibly difficult. But you don’t have to go through anything alone if you don’t want to. I won’t dwell on this unless you want me to, because I can sense the same “discomfort” that you feel when I open up myself.

Perhaps I could make it easier overall by taking myself as an example: It could definitely be the fear of being abandoned if you say too much or reveal too much, because not everyone has the same “no matter what happens, I’ll be there” mindset that I maintain. I’m wondering if that might be the case for you too? *carefully, without wanting to project any issues I have onto you* Also, for the supporting part, I completely mean everything I say.

I think, for Anakin, Qui-Gon was the only one who truly saw his potential and believed in his destiny as the Chosen One (and I think Obi-Wan believed in this too, but only because Qui-Gon did?). His death created a gap in Anakin’s guidance, and without that steady influence, Anakin became more vulnerable to the Dark Side (and, of course, to manipulation). For Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon was both a mentor and a father figure, shaping his approach to the Force. If Qui-Gon hadn’t died, he might have been the one to guide Anakin in a way that could’ve kept him on the right path, possibly altering the entire fate of the Jedi Order (or maybe I’m overthinking this, haha).

I really enjoyed studying medieval art because it has so many facets. It focuses on the development of architectural styles, sculpture, and painting from the early Middle Ages to the Gothic period, while also highlighting the cultural, social, and religious contexts that shaped artistic expression during that time. And, if you couldn’t tell, I love uncovering things. Haha. Speaking of which, I also have an immense love for any painting that depicts Shakespeare’s Ophelia—she was frequently portrayed during the Victorian era, especially in paintings.

As for psychology, yes, that’s exactly what I’d like to do because, well, I’m quite the listener, aren’t I? (Apologies for the cheekiness, haha). Though I’d also find research fascinating. I just think the world needs more therapists who genuinely care, especially since I’ve seen/heard of too many who pretend to care without actually doing so.

I also think your pursuits are amazing, and I’m sure you would truly shine in that field. By the way, how did you come to the conclusion to pursue psychology? I remember you mentioning that you could’ve (or kind of wanted to) study medicine. I’d love to hear more about that if you’re comfortable sharing, of course.

I’m glad you agree with the whole ‘marrying rich’ idea, because whenever I joke about it with people, they’re always so flabbergasted, haha. It’s also really sweet of you to say that, but I’m honestly not sure a rich husband (and willing to spoil? Must be an angel on earth haha) would be interested in me. Besides… I’d have to find him first. Considering how introverted I am and how little I go out, I’ll probably stick to my original plan. But it’s always nice to dream, right? Maybe it’s not so impossible after all.

You’re really pampering me with so much appreciation, thank you very much. 🥺 I’m glad you think my perfume suits me, especially since I spent such a long time searching for one that truly captures my taste. I would also like to thank you again for genuinely putting so much effort into understanding me. I find your ability to dissect the fragrance of my perfume to understand me better to be very delightful.

I would’ve loved to give you a better insight into the fragrances, but I’m unfortunately not really knowledgeable about them, and sadly even less knowledgeable in male fragrances. But when I’m going by your personality, I think sandalwood and/or cedar-based perfumes might suit you. Though, I think it’s a completely different matter how the scent harmonises with your own scent. I’ve realised, for example, that my perfume smells a tad bit sweeter on me than my friends who have tried it — this is why I would say that a perfume is truly a signature because it’s never only the perfume itself.

About my scarred men post, you could imagine me as this emoji here: 😍

I hope this makes you feel even better because personally, I don’t think that scars are something to feel bad about at all. In fact, I think that this is something that sets you apart and makes you unique, and I don’t think that this uniqueness is in any way something to be considered negative. I do have a love for scars for a reason. I also find them aesthetically pleasing (I hope this doesn’t sound weird of me, haha).

If you feel more comfortable wearing a mask, I think that’s alright as well because the most important thing is you feeling good about yourself. Though it would break my heart if you’re wearing it because you think you look undesirable.

In my opinion, your personality alone is enough to have people at your feet (and this time, I’m not being dramatic). Yes, I may be someone who occasionally gives motivational speeches to cheer people up, but I always mean what I say. I’m not sure if I should ask questions about this here, in your inbox, or at all, since I don’t know how sensitive this topic is for you, so I might need a bit of guidance here (though, since you brought it up, you’re probably okay with discussing it? As you can see, I’m rather overthinking).

Also… I have excellent taste because I like Aquarians, if I’m understanding this correctly? I would have to agree with you. This must be one of the reasons why I liked interacting with you from the start. Though, I must say, you seem to hold me in such high regard… which is rather flattering and sweet but also a bit intimidating because I’d hate to disappoint you.

I should probably make a list of everything I’m curious about you, and I might start by using the ask game you posted. Also, as you can probably tell, some people aren’t really concerned about intruding on my blog, so you, of all people, don’t need to worry about that. I actually enjoy reading your letters and eagerly await them, so there’s no need to worry at all. I must admit, I feel a sense of pride as well, knowing that you are taking the time to engage with me on my blog, especially since you have mentioned before that you feel out of your element.

This may be a bit random, but I simply adored the music video you shared on your blog. It left such an impression on me when I first saw it, and I’ve been listening to it ever since. If you have any other recommendations in that style, I’d be delighted to hear them.

(I’m sure conducting a witch hunt might be entertaining, but won’t hunting yourself down be rather boring for you? It’s you, of course! ♥️)

[culttvblog]

Denis Shaw Season: Danger Man - Are You Going to be More Permanent? and Conclusions

I started this series of posts on actor Denis Shaw's TV roles with his role in The Prisoner and end it with his role in The Prisoner's predecessor, Danger Man.

Are You Going to be More Permanent? is an episode which has a strange effect on me because it both bores me witless and also intrigues me.

It bores me for the completely personal reason that it is, to me, a pure example of what we might call a spy procedural and although the solution is dependent on Drake's charm this makes it a bit procedure-driven for me. I'm not sure that that genre actually exists, but I hope to start a new trend. The plot is a rather thin one, and it is essentially that Drake goes to Geneva as the controller of M9 to find out what has happened to the last two controllers. The three M9 agents in Geneva are suspects for whatever has happened to the controllers.

I have looked online and strangely can find no suggestion that this episode of Danger Man is echoed in The Prisoner episode A, B and C. Of course you may say that the only similarities are that there are three suspects and the world of espionage is involved, but that's exactly the sort of tie that makes connections between Danger Man and The Prisoner. There is also the presence of Denis Shaw, who has we have seen, reappeared in The Prisoner as the shopkeeper.

Here he plays a member of the world's least-regulated profession, namely an estate agent, and I have to say the role suits him down to the ground. Shaw gives exactly the right impression of a dodgy salesman trying to get the customer to rent a complete pup. He says that the house has been empty for six months but it's a place where you can really breathe and he points out the mahogany bannisters. Of course if he was any good he would tell the owner to get the whole place decorated and weed the wildly overgrown garden, but instead must either think his charm can get the run down place let or he just doesn't care. We've all come across an estate agent like that or two!

Conclusions

Having always avoided talking about the actors while I have been blogging, this series of posts is the first time I have changed tack to focus on one of the actors instead, and it's been an interesting experience.

One aspect of this has been that Shaw tends to play relatively minor roles and going through his TV roles has made me focus on the nature of these roles. They all tend to be rather unpleasant characters, which given that he was known as the rudest man in London, makes me wonder whether he was character acting!

I have been surprised at some of the relatively rare shows I have managed to watch for this, and impressed at how much of his work exists on published sources and the internet, given that the latter part of his career coincided with the peak of junking television. One of the more interesting parts of this experiment for me has been to make me watch shows I wouldn't otherwise watch, which I have appreciated. My only sorrow is that I would estimate I have blogged about less than half his TV work and the majority of the rest no longer survives. I have not touched any of his film work, since it's beyond the scope of this blog.

My other sorrow is that I don't feel I know Denis Shaw as a man or an actor any better at the end of this series of posts, and with the bare facts of his life and personality I could have guessed the nature of his television career. Again this may be explained by the small parts he tends to play.

This has been an experiment in blogging that I have definitely enjoyed and appreciated. I have a shortlist of other possible candidates for this treatment in the future now that I've discovered I can do it. Otherwise I suspect I'll go back to not talking about the actors in my normal blog posts, though, because I haven't changed my mind that if you're thinking about the actor they're distracting from the role!

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[meimi-haneoka]

Ok. I was taking a break from my studies and it resulted in me being today days old when I found out that Syaoran is called Lionel in the French dub.

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At this point, my brain just refuses to compute that.

LMAO. What is the world? And apparently Meilin is Stephanie. Weirdly enough, it suits them. Though Tiffany, Thomas and Gauthier a bit too much for me. OK. Let me heacanon this. Syaoran is actually called Lionel at his school in Hong Kong. Like either he is very politely referred to as Classmate Li (there is an exact term for that in Cantonese which I can't remember) or people from outside the family just call him Lionel (This should be the case since it was pretty odd that no one outside his family called him by his first name. Makes sense in Japanese culture but Hong Kong, especially in that age group, is not that formal). Either way, outside the family or his classmates, he is referred to by his full name, either Lionel Lee (in Hong Kong or abroad) or Li Xiaolang or Lei Siu Long (according to proper Chinese naming or calling conventions). He is either Baobei (which is like baby or treasure) to his mother or LangLang (affectionate nickname) or Didi (little brother) to his sisters. Only people in his clan, including Wei and Meiling, call him Syaoran (or Siu Long, to be more accurate) and he is Li-kun to rest of his Japanese friends and acquaintances. So, Sakura with her "Shaoran-kun" is her own unique way of calling his name. I am pretty sure he has a hidden real name but he adores being called that by Sakura. Everytime Sakura calls out to him with "Shaoran-kun", he thinks to himself that one day, once both of them are strong enough, they will reveal their real names to each other. Although, I would love to think that he teases her with his own English name when he speaks to her in English and she struggles with it.

I am so sorry Aubretia 😭

I took so long replying to your ask too.

You definitely brought me back in time with the mention of the French dub! When I was a kid, the first run of the CCS anime was incomplete here in Italy, and for long time the only episodes I watched were only up to the 46th one.

But my father had put up satellite television and some time later I could catch CCS on Fox Kids in France, it seemed like a dream to me. I obviously did not know any French back then, but I quickly learned some things, and how the characters were called in that dub!

At first it felt quite strange to me too (in Italy CCS, strangely enough, was one of the first anime where the names were left almost untouched after the 90s wave of modified and butchered anime) but I got used to it rather quickly.

I think when you say

This should be the case since it was pretty odd that no one outside his family called him by his first name

you're referring to the bit where Meiling actually says that he's the one who doesn't call anyone by their first name outside family, right?

Well it does indeed make sense for JP culture, probably less elsewhere.

Omg!! Syaoran would indeed have so many names, can he keep up with all of them to properly respond when he's called by someone? 😆Yes, "Syaoran-kun" is exclusivity of Sakura 🥰

(I can tooootally see his sisters call him didi 😆)

Sometimes I do wonder about Syaoran's real name.

My idea is that the one we know is indeed his real name because when Eriol spelled out his name in the "falling from the tree scene" back in Sakura Card Arc, he seemed "hypnotized" and Eriol had successfully gained control of his body through the thread 😅the whole idea that if someone got your true name, they have your soul in their hands...

[marypsue]

Good fucking movie though. A lot to chew on. I have Theories.

So! It's been said before, and not by me (although it was the illustrious and lovely @daddygrandpaandthebeaver who first brought it to my attention), that if Miles is an anomaly and was never meant to be Spider-Man, then it doesn't make sense that he should have to follow all the 'canon events' of a Spider-Man story. Unless, of course, following 'canon events' is what makes you a Spider-Person. Or, at least, somebody thinks it is.

Miguel introduces himself by saying that he's Spider-Man (of course), but then follows it up with, "But I'm not like the others." This is while we are watching him inject himself with something that's visually indicated to be mutant-spider-venom, something that heals a wound in his shoulder and a tear in his suit. The obvious conclusion, of course, is that he's 'not like the others' because he's some kind of energy-shooting vampire government experiment, which we get to hear about a couple times in dialogue. Or possibly because he's got that whole High And Lonely Destiny bit deeply, deeply internalised. One of the two.

But! Not a single line of dialogue in this movie was not on purpose. And Miles comes right out and says it himself, during the big climactic chase scene. "Claws? Is that guy even a Spider-Man?"

Excellent observation, Miles! I don't think he is.

There are the claws. There is the vampire thing. @daddygrandpaandthebeaver also pointed out that Miguel didn't have the Spidey-Sense. And he has to give himself, from the looks of things, regular infusions of spider venom to keep his shit stable. Oh, and there's the little fact that Miguel's whole backstory and motivation is that he tried to take his own place in another dimension once already. This guy has 'imposter' written all over him in 72-point neon font.

So why would he be pretending to be Spider-Man, and why would he be playing enforcer to make sure that the worst moment in any Spider-Man's life always plays out, over and over and over and over and over again? Well, it veers into wild speculation, but like I said, I have theories.

I don't think, in his original universe, that Miguel was its Spider-Person. But I think he was close to them. And, unfortunately, I don't think he knew that until it was too late. Because I think, in his original universe, he was originally a villain. The claw thing makes me think, especially if we're playing off ITSV (and Miguel's motivation is Fisk's inverted, which is super cool, so we're definitely playing off ITSV), probably a Prowler, but the 'government experiment' thing and the imposter situation now has me wondering if this might be how they're going to sneak Venom in there. And I think, much like Uncle Aaron, he was unexpectedly thrown up against a superpowered brat in a lame costume mask.

Only, unlike Uncle Aaron, he didn't stop.

The video we see of Miguel and his daughter makes her look very young. But in the flashback - which, I'll admit, we don't know how much of that may have been fabricated - she looks a lot older. Like an older adolescent or a young teenager. Maybe...about the age Gwen and Miles were, in ITSV?

I think - and, again, wild speculation, but it'd be so thematically coherent! - that Miguel's original daughter was his original universe's Spider-Person. And I think he only found that out after he'd already killed her.

If that's the case, then everything he's doing, the whole 'canon event' situation, makes perfect sense. He has to try to fit Miles into the mold of a Spider-Man story, even as an anomaly. Because Miguel is an anomaly. Because if it's necessary for some kind of tragedy, some kind of unthinkable loss, to happen, in order to create a Spider-Person, in order to create a hero, then what Miguel went through (what he did) was necessary, for him to become the Spider-Man he is now. If the 'canon events' have to happen in order for the whole dimension to continue to exist, then it wasn't only necessary, it was inevitable.

And Miguel really, really, really needs that awful, unspeakable thing that he can never undo to have been necessary and inevitable. Because if it wasn't? If it was just a choice he made, one he has to live with the consequences of? If he could have made a different choice?

Well. That'd be the one thing he really couldn't bear.

(Side note, but if this theory is even slightly correct, then I am also very very very worried about Peter B's daughter.)

[raccoon-eyed-rebel]

Part 17 - Definitions

Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Part 16 -- Part 18

Summary: A very important house meeting at 179th Crescent Street

Warnings: None! (Although this chapter does feature small people rage)

Word count: 3k

A/N: So this is a little different, I guess? Anyway... It's out there now. PSA: The 'wokeness' only goes so far as I reasonably assumed from a bunch of horny college dudes, okay?

@deandoesthingstome @geralts-yenn @summersong69 @peaches1958 @fvckinghenrycavill @keanureevesisbae

"Alright, mother Leon, you have the floor," Charles said as he lifted a beer to his lips. 

"Mike isn't here yet, should we wait?" Leon asked - they always asked. The reaction was no different this time than all the other times: laughter. 

"He'll get here when he gets here," Marshall said. They weren't mad about it - genuinely. Mike knew he was like this, he never asked them to wait, and he usually accepted whatever decision was made for the house in his absence. 

"On to our first - incredibly important - order of business." Leon's tone was such that Sherlock already sank back in his chair, looking embarrassed. "Sherlock, she stayed the night. Is the bet settled?" 

"Leon," Geralt warned. 

"I know you're in on that bet, Geralt, don't bother pretending," Sherlock muttered. 

"Oh, I'm not referring to the fact he brought it up," Geralt stated point blank, "he was just planning on being a dick about it. He shouldn't." His next glance in Leon's - and Charles' - direction was a warning shot. 

"Ah," Sherlock replied, "well. In any case, I don't know if it's settled. Personally, I find myself hung up on definitions." 

"'Are you still a virgin?' sounds simple enough, right?" Sy asked, looking amused and confused at the same time.

"On the surface, yes," Sherlock mused. In between sentences he wondered why it was so difficult for him to discuss the emotional side of these things, yet so incredibly simple to argue the semantics. Geralt looked amused by the turn this conversation was taking, as did Marshall and August. "I simply cannot accept the definition of the word 'virgin' as 'someone who has not had sex'." 

"Well, what's the problem, then?" Charles demanded. 

"The first problem with it would be the definition of the word 'sex'." 

"Aren't you supposed to be the smart one?" Charles scoffed. 

"That might just be why I've come to the conclusions I have come to, and you haven't." It wasn’t much like Sherlock to say things like that, but the others had noticed the growing animosity between him and Charles, and they’d all been waiting for it to come to a head. 

"Are you calling me daft, Holmes?"

"I'm surprised you managed to work that out, Brandon." That was certainly enough to piss off Charles - thoroughly. He opened his mouth to say something when August put a hand on his shoulder. 

"I'm going to recommend backing off, Charles," he said with a smirk on his face that clearly showed he was impressed with Sherlock, "when it comes to a battle of wits, Sherlock has all of us outgunned." Sherlock nodded at him, appreciative of the acknowledgment - and the help in keeping Charles' fists away from his face. Charles didn't have a terrible temper, but he was generally a sore loser, which made him unpredictable at times. 

"The question?" Leon said to bring them back to the conversation. 

"Right," Charles said, "the widely accepted definition would be... How do I put this?" They all knew what he meant, but this was a particularly uncomfortable one to say out loud. You bet they were going to make him. They waited nearly half a minute before Geralt had had enough. 

"For god's sake, man, are you twelve? The widely accepted definition would be 'penis in vagina'. That's what you're trying to say, right?"

"Yes," Charles answered curtly. 

"I don't think I agree with that definition, either." Sherlock said. 

"You can't just disagree with definitions because they don't suit you, Holmes."

"I disagree with them because they make no sense, Solo."

"I have to say I'm with Sherlock on this one," August said. Marshall and Geralt nodded in agreement. Charles, Leon and Sy formed the other side. 

"Sorry I'm late!" Mike stepped into the kitchen with his coat still on. 

"Perfect timing. We're in need of a tie-breaker," Marshall said. "What's sex?" 

"I feel someone should have told you that by now, Marshall..."

"Very funny, we're serious. It's a fifty-fifty split on the…” Now it was Marshall’s turn to feel flustered over having to say that. Luckily,  Geralt wasn’t prepared to wait around for another thirty seconds, and offered up the same description he had before. 

“Yeah, well… that,” Marshall continued, “versus 'not quite sure, but not just that', what do you say?" 

"I say; give a man some time to step inside the goddamn house before hitting him with your little existential crisis."

"Mike," August laughed, "answer the damn question." 

"I'm with the side that says dicking a girl down isn't all there is to it." 

"Subtle," Marshall said. Apart from the obvious amusement at his wording, most people seemed surprised at the side Mike chose in the debate.

"Always," Mike replied with a big smile. "Besides, because I see you guys looking surprised, it's literally called 'oral sex'. I feel that that should say something." 

"Thank you, Mike." Sherlock grinned.

"Alright, but I'm gonna need a better argument. Exactly how does the traditional definition not make sense?" Sy weighed in. 

"I don't need to convince you," Sherlock said. 

"Let's make it interesting," Charles chimed in, "sway any of us three, you win the bet yourself?" He looked at the others, who all agreed to the idea. Sherlock needed to consider it only for a moment. With the seven of them in on it, that was quite a bit of money. 

"Alright, first off, by that definition, lesbians can't have sex. Typically. Neither can gay men. Again, typically."

"Correct," Charles replied, "but has it somehow escaped your attention that you are neither a gay man nor a lesbian?" 

"It hasn't, thank you for your concern, but the fact of the matter is that the definition of ‘sex’ we have established as ‘widely accepted’ functions only where heterosexual relationships are concerned. Now I would personally find it preposterous to propose that physical intimacy can only be considered sex in situations involving a cisgender woman and a cisgender man, and to suggest that any physical intimacy that does not fit the aforementioned heteronormative definition is a ‘different kind’ of sex would be a particularly outdated take on the matter. 

“If one wishes so desperately to warp the definition of sex in such a way that it encompasses all kinds of physical intimacy that could possibly be defined as sex, in any and all possible configurations of relationships, it quickly becomes a matter of where you draw the line. The argument of oral sex that Mike pointed out earlier, really makes itself. And even then, why would that be the threshold? 

"And lastly I..." There was a short silence as Sherlock tried to come up with the words he needed to express the thought he was having. 

"Please keep talking, before one of them opens their mouth," August said. Much like Geralt, he'd been enjoying watching Charles and Leon get obliterated by Sherlock's solid logic. 

"I refuse to think of the things that don't fit the traditional definition of the word as 'other' or 'less than', because it would discredit the experience and everything surrounding it, and I cannot bring myself to do that." His voice was soft as he said it, and he couldn't seem to peel his gaze away from his hands, which rested in his lap. He noticed his fingers trembled slightly, though he couldn’t say he was so nervous that it was to be expected. 

“All things considered, one might come to the conclusion that there is something inherently flawed about any concept that depends so heavily on the definition of something that is so exceptionally difficult to define.” 

"So," Leon asked curiously, "what definitions would you suggest, instead?"

"None. I would sooner come to the conclusion that the concept of virginity is, to put it plainly - and pardon my French - fucking ridiculous, completely unnecessary and nothing other than a falsely attributed currency of virtue used as a tool to impose outdated patriarchal values and the notion of commodity on women while simultaneously serving to emasculate and ridicule men who haven't rid themselves of it soon enough by anyone's personal and completely arbitrary standards. As for the definition of sex… I genuinely don’t think I care." 

"Hand the man his money," Sy said with a sigh. Napoleon pulled the cash out of his wallet and tossed it on the table while grinning widely. 

Charles shook his head in disbelief. “Bastard,” he muttered under his breath. The look on his face clearly showed he was impressed. 

“Charles, I’d like for you to take a moment to consider the following: In what universe was it a good idea to make a bet that depends heavily on the other person’s ability to present a logical argument,” August said, “with the genius law and philosophy student?” His tone was amused and only slightly derisive.  

“Now that this is settled,” Napoleon continued, “we have serious matters to discu-” He was interrupted by the door opening and a whole lot of noise in the hall. 

“What are the girls doing here?” Charles asked. 

“We were already here.” Elena appeared in the doorway. “Because, as Leon so kindly pointed out, I did spend the night here. Nice speech, by the way, Sherlock.” She walked around the table and stood next to him, an arm around her shoulder. To her surprise - and perhaps everyone else’s - he pulled her into his lap. 

“And so did we.” Anjelica looked over her shoulder to Danielle and Solveig, who were laughing about a joke she hadn’t heard. “We went out to get some groceries.” 

‘Some groceries’ was apparently a new way to describe three whole bags, completely full of food. 

“Do we have rabbits I don’t know about?” Mike ducked when he saw Marshall’s hand swinging for the back of his head, only to get hit by Geralt when he came back up. “Guys, come on, that’s more vegetables than we’ve seen in this house in at least a year!” 

“The three of us,” Solveig gestured to Ange, Dani and herself, “talked about cooking for our guys yesterday, so we asked Elena to join, and she was on board.” 

“But we figured we couldn’t punish the rest of the house for being single, so we’ll feed all of you, if you ask nicely.” Dani leaned her head against Charles’ shoulder and then gave him a sweet smile. He shot a suggestive look in Mike’s direction just to get a rise out of him, but Mikey was Mikey, and therefore wasn’t paying attention to his surroundings at all. Not the part he should have been paying attention to, at least.

“Free food, and I don’t gotta make it?” Sy said with a massive grin on his face. “Count me in!” The other three didn’t complain, either. 

Leon called for everyone’s attention again, and this time he wasn’t interrupted by everyone and everything, which was nice. The plan itself was simple: New Year’s party. 

“You’re not planning a party two days in advance?” Dani looked like her head was going to explode. That was just not possible… The other girls seemed to agree. 

“Worry not, ladies,” Charles interrupted. He put an arm around Solveig’s shoulder, but a simple look from Geralt told him that if he wanted to keep all the equipment he planned on using during that party he was planning, he’d better stop touching his girl. Charles and Leon talked everyone through the plans they’d been making for weeks. As it turns out, the girls didn’t know about this thing, because the guys had just not told them. Mike couldn’t use the others’ excuse that it didn’t come up, and had to go with the truth that he’d simply forgotten to mention it when he and Dani had discussed it. Luckily, Sloane and Ari were on board - especially now that the guys they’d been going out with had made different plans, involving different girls. Even through text, Slo couldn’t exactly hide her excitement about the fact that she was: A. Finally getting to meet Mike, whom Dani had hidden from them purposely and quite successfully, and B. getting to meet the others in the house, first and foremost: Sy. 

The girls chased everyone out of the kitchen when it was a little past two. Cooking for a grand total of twelve people was a massive chore in and of itself, that always took longer than initially expected, and some of these guys got serious attitudes when they weren’t properly fed on time. And ‘some of these guys’ could definitely be interpreted as ‘all of them’. They figured it was probably best to start early. 

“Geralt, if you do not get out of this kitchen at once, I’m not responsible for what happens!” It was a very intimidating thing to hear from the nearly 6ft. tall Scandinavian, especially since she was holding a very sharp knife. 

“Just came to check on you,” Geralt said. He was actually brave enough to walk up to her and wrap his arms around her. “If now were the time for jokes, I’d say something about your cooking skills making you wife material.”

“Ah, I see,” Sol snapped, “and in response to that, I wouldn’t laugh, and I’d tell you to cook for me sometime. So I can see if you’re husband material. Now, get out.”

“Do I need to fetch you some painkillers?” She responded with a nod and a ‘yes’ in the softest voice. 

“There’s some in my bag,” Ange said, saving Geralt a trip upstairs before kicking him out of the kitchen herself. They continued working on dinner, hoping none of the other guys would decide to come sneak a peek at dinner. 

"Period?" Elena asked Sol casually while cutting a whole load of tomatoes. Mike could just about have been right when he made his rabbit joke.

"From hell," Sol confirmed as she took the pills from Ange, "and he always knows, and he's so sweet about it, but I just yell at him." 

"Blowjobs make for fantastic apologies," Ange said and both she and Sol laughed. 

"Now I feel sad Dani has nothing to apologize for." It was Mikey's signature tone, the one where you could just hear the grin seeping through. 

“Mike! Leave!” Anjelica was scary - all 4’11” of her. 

"Drink and hug, then I'm gone," he said as he wrapped his arms around Dani, who had been tasked with peeling and mincing enough garlic to fend off a small army of vampires. 

"Hi," Dani said before turning her head for a quick kiss, "go grab a drink." She really wanted to finish this task with the same amount of fingers she'd started with. 

"Thank you," Mike said suddenly, "I've never had a girlfriend cook for me before. It's nice." He grabbed a beer from the fridge and disappeared. 

"He is so cute," Elena said. 

"Hey!" Of course Sherlock walked in at exactly that moment. Ange was just about boiling over with rage at this point. 

"Out! Holmes, get out! God is there no place where a couple of girls can talk without being interrupted every twenty-five seconds?" 

"I thin women fought long and hard for years just to make it so that the kitchen was no longer that place," August answered as he stepped into the kitchen. Funnily enough, Anjelica's anger disappeared miraculously. 

"Hey baby," she said with a sweet smile as August walked over to her. 

"Aren't you supposed to try and scare me out of your kitchen?" He sounded amused, which was an interesting new mood for most of the girls to experience. 

"August, darling," Anjelica said sweetly, "did I mention I used the money my parents gave me for Christmas to treat myself to a new set of lingerie?" Sherlock almost choked on the piece of bell pepper he had stolen from the container next to Elena's cutting board, which caused her to elbow him in the ribs.

"You didn't," August answered, clearly not liking where this was going. 

"Well you won't get to see it if you don't fuck off." 

"Simple but effective," August said before giving her a quick kiss and walking away. 

"If all of you don't fuck off, August." 

"Holmes get the fuck out of that kitchen," August yelled, and then he turned his attention to Sy, who was apparently also on his way to the kitchen: "Syverson, don't even think about it." The boys laughed - and so did the girls. 

"We need a girl's night," Dani said impulsively. She shocked herself; she wasn't usually so outgoing, and she was very glad that the others were quick to agree. 

"I live with mostly guys, and three of them are on teams with guys from here," Ange said, "my place is out." 

"I couldn't fit all of us in my room if I tried," Elena added.

"I don't even have the keys to my place yet," Sol said with a smile. Something told the others that she would be a bit uncomfortable having the three of them over, too. Not that the others were any better acquainted.

"Well, Ari and Slo wouldn't mind having everyone over at ours, and I'm pretty sure after the party we'll have intel on most of the house…" Dani grinned. 

"Marshall, Leon, Charles and Sy are missing, right?" Anjelica's tone was devious. Heat rose to Dani's cheeks.

"Marshall, Leon and Charles," she corrected. The others looked at her wide-eyed. 

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?" Solveig whispered. 

"I-" Dani started, but she was quickly interrupted by Charles. 

"OUT!" All four of them yelled at the same time, which had the desired effect and terrified Charles as a lovely bonus. 

"I'm making a group chat now," Anjelica said with another curious glance in Dani's direction, "girl's night is on." 

[sammysdewysensitiveeyes]

I read the original X-Men 1-66, and I have thoughts. Long, meandering thoughts.

I have to admit, I was actually relieved when I realized that the original run was just issues 1-66, and everything else up to the introduction of the Giant Size X-Men crew was reprints. 

Honestly, it was a slog.  Old comics can be fun, but it’s hard to get into the right mindset for them, and they are very dialogue heavy.  And that’s coming from someone who actually wishes we had more dialogue in current X-Comics, or at least more thought balloons.  Like we’ve gone from too much dialogue, including a lot of characters narrating their actions, to a more “natural” dialogue that also can lead to some characters getting very little to say and no real development if a writer doesn’t balance the book well.

Stan Lee’s writing definitely has a unique style to it, and I can see why he was popular.  But I can also see why Claremont’s work really revolutionized the book and more or less “saved” the X-Men from cancellation and obscurity.  Stan (and the writers who came after him) tended to write more in the style of individual sci-fi adventures, where there are interesting ideas and concepts and weird gadgets in every issue, but character development and emotions tend to take a backseat.  And when the soap opera elements are included, they tend to be written in a somewhat clumsy way, like Scott’s constant “Oh, how I love Jean, but I dare not date her when my uncontrollable optic blasts make me a danger to everyone around me!” or the Juggernaut being Xavier’s step-brother.  Meanwhile, Claremont’s story-telling was more sci-fi/superhero soap opera, with the character interactions and drama being an integral part of every issue. 

I will say, the early issues still did a lot to establish the personalities of the characters.  We get Beast the wordy intellectual, although that development takes a few issues (his first appearance, he just seems like a big lug, like the Thing), Bobby the youngest and class clown, Scott the serious brooding leader, Warren the rich boy who is initially a rival for Jean.  Jean sometimes feels like the token girl, and often winds up playing the peacemaker, but in her very first appearance she proves that she won’t take any crap from the guys.  The characters tend to separate into little groups, with Bobby and Hank hanging out at an exaggerated parody beatnik coffee house listening to bad poetry and Scott/Warren/Jean usually off in their own little dating rivalry love triangle thing.     

I think the main thing early X-Men had going for it was ideas and characters.  This run gave us the 05, Xavier, Magneto, Juggernaut, Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver, Banshee, and near the end, Havok ad Polaris.  But the execution wasn’t always great, and I’d argue that all those characters were better developed later, by other writers.

It’s very interesting looking at which characters stuck and which didn’t.  In the early issues it was a new villain almost every issue, and Vanisher and Blob were treated as threats on the same level as Magneto.  Some characters who are treated as a really BIG DEAL like Lucifer and Mutant Master basically vanish from the books after their defeat, and are largely forgotten. 

Roy Thomas takes over after Stan Lee, and does some things I like, like resolving the Scott/Jean/Warren love triangle by having Warren give up and reconnect with Candy Southern.  Some storylines are set up in advance, like Jean’s college “friend” Ted Roberts spends a lot of time talking about his older brother, and right as I’m wondering why the fuck we should care about that, Ted’s brother Ralph Roberts becomes the villain Cobalt Man.  Mimic joins the team for about two issues, and I love the drama.

On the flip side, there were a lot of really bad one-off villains after Stan Lee left.  Cobalt Man is basically Ralph Roberts in an Ironman suit, becoming drunk with power after hitting his head.  (The concussion is blamed for his personality change, but it seems like Cobalt Man becomes a recurring villain, so maybe Ralph is just kind of a shitty dude.)  There are characters like The Locust, a scientist who can make insects huge, and Frankenstein who is actually an alien robot.  The X-Men also fight a few FF villains, like Mole Man and Blastaar, who just randomly shows up one issue then gets banished back to the Negative Zone.  There’s a Beast flashback story with a villain called the Conquistador and it’s so fucking stupid.  Scott and Jean fight robots from under the Earth.  

I thought the Factor Three storyline was decent, at least it was ongoing drama instead of a one-off fight.  The idea to assemble a bunch of old X-Men villains, and then to have them all turn on the leader, Mutant Master, when they realize that he’s actually trying to destroy all life on Earth, mutant and human alike, is interesting!  But Banshee was probably the only interesting character with any staying power that came out of that.  The Ogre disappeared out of the comics pretty quickly, and only resurfaced (and got any kind of character development) in Thunderbolts.  Mutant Master wass revealed to be an alien from Sirius and died, and was ultimately kind of a dud.  Changeling might have been an interesting recurring character, especially since he is the one who realizes that Mutant Master is not being honest with the group, but of course he has his redemptive death in Xavier’s place. 

Overall, it’s been interesting to read the comics, not just for the history of the characters, but to see the history of comics, and how story-telling and art styles have changed over the decades.  The early Kirby stuff is great, of course, but his work, and the artists that came afterwards tend to be just square panels, arranged in a very set, predictable way.  When I finally got to later issues, with artists like Steranko for a couple of issues, and Neal Adams, it was like a breath of fresh air.  Suddenly the art was breaking the formula, and doing genuinely interesting things, re-arranging the panels in new ways, letting the art break out of the panel, using different angles.  It’s all stuff that is pretty standard now, but I’m sure it was revolutionary at the time, it feels very different from everything that came before.  Neal Adams in particular uses creative panel arrangements and has great detail on character faces. 

Random thoughts, and panels out of context:

Psychic powers were much more vaguely defined back then. Xavier could mentally scan and even effect machinery, or scan a room to determine what happened the the recent past. Also Magneto could astral project himself in early issues, but Marvel just kinda forgot about that.

Whatever happened to Bobby and Hank’s “girlfriends,” Vera and Zelda?  They ducked out of dates so often for X-Men business, they deserved to get dumped, but Vera and Zelda just kind of disappeared around the time Lorna showed up as Bobby’s new “love interest.” 

I miss the Hank/Bobby friendship.  Beast has gone so far dark in the comics, you’d think Bobby would have something to say about that.

I’ve said it before, but writers and adapters that keep wanting to make Wanda and Pietro dark or loyal Brotherhood members or anti-heroes because “they started out as bad guys” need to actually read the old issues.  It is blatantly obvious from their very first appearance that they are only with the Brotherhood reluctatantly, and that they will eventually change their minds and leave Magneto – which they do.

I got used to thinking of Scott and Jean as this epic romance, but they honestly spend most of this first run silently pining for each other.  Jean is all “If only he felt the same for me that I do for him, but I can’t possibly hope for that, he must focus on leading the X-Men,” and Scott is all “If only I could love Jean as a normal person, but my powers are too dangerous!”  It goes on like this for dozens of issues.  I don’t even know if we got a real love confession at any point, there’s just one later issue that reveals that they are finally dating.  (Maybe it happened in the Avengers crossover issue?) 

(Neal Adams again, I love his art, it feels so different from the earlier stuff)

The X-Men were kind of jerks to Blob in his first appearance. Like they are immediately kind of pushy and rude, and Xavier can't even fathom that Blob might say "No" to joining them.

Xavier also did a lot of indiscriminate mind-wiping back then. Blob forgets knowing the X-Men's identities, Vanisher forgets his powers and his own identity, and it's all treated as perfectly reasonable, not Xavier abusing his powers.

Lorna shows up, gets kidnapped and has her mutant powers activated, then is told she’s Magneto’s daughter and is like, “Well, I have no reason to question that, and also this means I have to support him even though he’s evil.”  Bobby brings the news that she’s not really Magneto’s daughter, but of course Marvel will say “Never mind, she actually is!” decades later.  Also, it turns out the Magneto in this story was a robot the whole time.

So many stories start off in the Danger Room, or have the characters get into random fights just for the sake of an action sequence. 

The whole Xavier is in love with Jean thing thankfully only gets mentioned a couple of times, then quickly dropped. 

Havok is introduced as “Cyclop’s kid brother whom Cyclops has mysteriously never mentioned or spoken about.” He takes Scott's "I'm cursed with dangerous powers!" thing, but dialed up to eleven, with uncontrollable energy blasts from his hands.  Also, Alex is introduced at his college graduation, which would seem to make him at least 21, unless he got a 2 year degree.  Which would make Scott at least in his early 20’s, where he would stay for the next several decades.  Did Scott ever go to college?  Does he have the equivalent of a degree studying under Xavier?  What about Hank, the smart guy?

Speaking of college, whatever happened to Jean’s college story?  We don’t see her graduate, Ted Roberts (and the suggestion that he might know Jean’s secret identity) gets dropped like a hot rock.  At one point the X-Men have been ordered to break the team up after Xavier’s death, and Jean is working as a model, so either she graduated or dropped out.   

Bobby and Scott really clash over Polaris when she is first introduced, and maybe this is where the weird animosity between Iceman and Cyclops comes from in the animated series.  It’s especially odd since Cyclops tends to butt heads more with Warren in the early comics, while Bobby just gets scolded for joking around too much.

So many issues start with the X-Men training, or having a random fight just for the sake of an action sequence. 

The X-Guys all get backstories that are different shades of fucked up.  Scott runs away from the orphanage when his powers start to emerge, then has another mutant who used radiation to turn his hands into diamond try to use Scott to commit crimes.  (The diamond hand mutant turns his entire body to diamond then explodes.)  Warren tried to become a crime-fighter called “The Avenging Angel” before Xavier found him.  Beast was actually well-accepted and popular but had a really dumb villain kidnap his parents to try to force him to commit crimes.  Oh, and Iceman almost got fucking lynched by townspeople when he used his ice powers to protect a girl.  Jean didn’t get a backstory.

So many of the guys, even Xavier in his backstory, were both good students AND star athletes, like it was necessary for a character to be good at both. I guess the days of jock vs. nerd would come later.

One time they are all ice-skating and Bobby gets attacked at the pond by the Super Adaptoid, and everyone is like, “Bobby, are you sure you’re not imagining things,” as if they don’t get attacked by something weird every other day. 

Bobby: "You guys, I got attacked by a robot!"

Everyone else: "Well, Scott didn't see it, so we see no need to investigate this!"

Erik the Red, or that time that Scott went undercover wearing a bondage outfit:

The older stories also had more narration that broke the fourth wall, spoke directly to the reader and would make these winking jokes to fans. Like the early stories were very aware that this is all fantasy, as opposed to later stories becoming more immersive. Like this kinda racist story about a guy who calls himself El Tigre who becomes the avatar of a Mayan god:

Stan Lee like, "How does this work scientifically? Eh, a wizard did it."

A lot of the early stories dealing with other cultures were not great. Like the Pharaoh/Living Monolith, an Egpytian mutant/archeologist who dresses up like an ancient Pharaoh and makes his followers do the same. Sunfire's first appearance has him wanting revenge for WWII, but at least he is treated as a sympathetic character. Cyclops uses the term "camel-jockeys" at one point, and we'll all just try to forget about that.

Also, a lot of the early stories had parent's exposure to radiation as the reason for mutant children, as opposed to the later "We are mankind's next step in evolution" theme.

Where do comic book villains get so many followers willing to dress up in goofy costumes and kill people on their commands? Pharaoh has his followers, the Conquistador had guys in goofy helmets. None of them seem like great bosses, I'd understand if they offered a really solid dental plan or something. Maybe people in the Marvel and DC universes are just waiting for any excuse to go apeshit.

After the Sentinels kidnap a bunch of mutants, I love this one panel with poor Banshee, Wanda and Pietro stuck with all the asshole mutants:

I hope Blob and Unus ran off to go rob some banks and party together. Interesting that Jean name-drops both Magneto and Changeling as mutants who weren't caught by the Sentinels. Jean, he's dead. You know he's dead. But of course you can't say that. It was a different writer who brings back Xavier via retconned-heroically-dead-Changeling a few issues later, but I wonder if the plans were already in place, and that's why Changeling was noticeably absent.

And of course Xavier not being a very good teacher/mentor:

"Scott and Jean are in trouble! Eh, it's probably fine, I have to continue these super-important experiments. I'll just send the others."

I still can't get over Xavier basically locking himself in the basement while the X-Men thought he was dead. Later stories justify that he was in a psychically-shielded room so that the aliens couldn't probe his mind and know his plan, but still. It was so cruel and the dude got very lucky that the former terrorist he put in charge of his students decided to stay good instead of changing his mind at any point.

Xavier also at one point pretends to lose his mental powers to "test" his students and force them to fight on their own. Damn, dude. Magneto's no better, and in many ways worse, but damn.

Anyway, these are goofy comics that are kind of fun, but the best days of the X-Men would come later.

[everybody-loves-purdy]

I wish that people who hated Nightheart wouldn’t be so, like,,, hostile about it towards his fans, I guess? Idk I personally relate to him to an significant degree (like I don’t think I’ve ever related this much to a character before ngl) in spite of his flaws. And yet, in saying this (on both tumblr in the past and on other sites), I have been attacked verbally and accused of being somehow misogynistic (uh,,, what? Many of my favorite characters are literally the she-cats, such as Mothwing or Frostpaw or Hollyleaf or Squirrelflight) or even accused of being ‘abusive’ for liking him, which really doesn’t make any sense to me either? He’s not, y’know, Bramblestar or something. This is especially true when it comes to trans headcanons: I personally like to view Nightheart as transmasc like myself because I find a lot of his story elements regarding his name change and identity issues ofc. But,,, whenever I say anything abt this headcanon there’s always some ppl who use it as ammo to accuse me / others of awful stuff. I even got told to unal1ve myself by someone before over this which is,,, not cool. I try not to let this sorta thing get to me but I do feel that it has gotten pretty extreme over this past year and I don’t think it’s okay at all. People can like or dislike whatever characters they want imo (unless we’re talking about, like, Thistleclaw supporters. That’s a bit weird) and they should never ever be sent literal hate or harassment over it. I just kinda want people to chill a bit and maybe consider that there are better ways to discuss any disagreements they may have over the books and not jump straight into being cruel / accusatory towards them, if that makes sense.

I agree, I understand why people may not like Nightheart but it is completely unacceptable for people to be harassing people like that, I’m very sorry you’ve experienced that. I understand people are frustrated about how the female characters around Nightheart have been written in Sky. But that’s a writing issue and not a reflection on Nightheart himself imo, and it is extremely unfair to judge people for liking him. Especially with as you say Nightheart not being problematic in himself.

Of course it’s not excusable to harass people in any kind of character debate such as this but I feel that the Nightheart hate has become extreme in certain areas given how unproblematic the actual character is, if people enjoy the who he is then let people enjoy him. I find him funny, I like Nightheart, and although I can definitely see the issues with how some characters have been presented to suit his narrative more I still like the character.

Obviously this isn’t all Nightheart dislikers I’m talking about, not by any means, but the minority that do harass people like this are just ruining it for everyone.

I do wonder, obviously without reading Shadow myself, if this is inherently an author issue this stems from. In River the world warped around Nightheart much less and the female family members in his life were treated with more consistent and sympathetic characterisation. That was a Cherith book. People after River disliked Nightheary sure but it was more of a “I find him annoying” thing. Sky is where it all went wrong and where I’ve noticed people taking it out on Nightheart for being understandably upset about Sparkpelt’s and Finchlight’s characterisation changes in that book. That book does have much more emphasis on the Firestar thing from characters who are not Nightheart (in River his frustrations were largely self imposed), and the TC female characters act a lot more unreasonable than they usually would in general. That was a Kate book. Meanwhile I have heard that Shadow, another Cherith book, treats his female relatives much more sympathetically again. So I can’t help feel that author bias may be influencing the writing associated with him here? Sorry to go off on a tangent at the end here but it’s just a thought, and one I wonder if could cause a change in fandom perception of Nightheart again once shadow is out.

[hauntedwitch04]

Hiiii (idk if ur still doing it or not,not problem if ur not but-) I was wondering which Acotar character you would ship me with?

I’m dirty blonde,I have dark hazel eyes and glasses

.I paint,read & write .My favourite colour is blue And I like musicals and my favourite animal is a meerkat I’m loyal and I thrive of dark humour about my own trauma (🥲) ANYWAY-

I’m quite outgoing but only when you get to know me and is DESPISE disloyalty/lying

I’m also quite a home body #social anxiety 😃

-Thanks so much

(Again dw if ur not doing any more)

Have a lovely day !!! <3

Love, first of all I totally understand you, I also suffer from social anxiety and believe me no matter how much fun I then have when I go out with my friends often before and sometimes during the outing I'm super anxious because I think I'm always a burden to everyone 🙃

But back to the important things, not knowing who I wanted, whether boy or girl, I decided to do both:

Definitely I think AZRIEL, would fall madly in love with you.

You with your spirit so creative, you are so different from him and this he always admired

He often has a hard time keeping himself from laughing at your dark humor jokes, and he often gives you glances that glare at you because he doesn't want you to make certain jokes about your traumas, but you can't help yourself

You both don't love lies, and that's why you have always promised to always tell each other all the happiness

You both love to stay home, don't like overly crowded social events, and have often created excuses to run away from family dinners when they became too much to bear

In contrast, I think the woman who best suits you is NESTA.

She also hates lies like you, which is why you immediately bonded, knowing that one would never lie to the other

She, like you, also has a somewhat peculiar humor, and she really appreciates your black humor

You all exchange books you read, and sometimes you even let her read what you wrote in your own hand, and she could only praise your accomplishment

Neither of you likes social events too much, and you prefer to stay home, although sometimes she convinces you to go out with her for drinks and pub crawls

BONUS: One time after going out at night she fell asleep on the couch and you couldn't help but notice how beautiful she looked, so you painted her, and as much as she told you she doesn't like it when you paint her, she couldn't help but love it because you did it and you were great at it, so she hung it in her studio

[stagefullofentertainment]

Songs for Hazbin Hotel Characters (Playlists Series)

PART 3

Knowing what day today is, could I have picked any other kind of songs? Probably, but where’s the fun in that? This part is all about the love songs!

Oh, the dreadful Valentine’s Day. How consumerism had ruined you. At least all of us can enjoy a song or two about love. Whether it is with a significant other, friends, family or a fictional character in mind, let it be the best one for you! Today I’ll share my opinions on Hazbin characters’ opinions on Valentine’s Day, give them one song to add in their own playlists and provide you with a quote that they definitely have said during the day.

NIFFTY

If there ever was a Valentine’s Day queen nomination, it would go for Niffty. She’s obsessed with love, so you would expect that she also would obsess over a day celebrating it. Niffty definitely made cards for everyone! And! Only heart shaped food was made during that day, courtesy of her.

Niffty loves boy bands, what can she say?

Sentence of the day: “I wonder if there are enough hearts?”

ANGEL

Angel loves how during the time around Valentine’s Day everything becomes more red, pink and lovely! Well, more than usual. Although this celebration reminds him of a certain bad person, Angel stays strong and doesn’t let it affect his positivity. He only wears heart patterned, detailed or inspired sort of clothing and accessories during the day. Slaying it, of course!

I already headcanon that Angel would be “Queen” obsessed, so this feels like his essence.  

Sentence of the day: “Anybody saw my heart underwear?!”

CHARLIE

Much like Niffty, Charlie would love Valentine’s Day. She would decorate the whole hotel to this theme! Must certainly, Charlie would make some sort of gift to Vaggie. They would have a little date as well that day. But she would not forget the others! Charlie made those little hard candy hearts with sayings for everyone.

She cries during this song. Out of love!

Sentence of the day: “Oh stars, I love everyone!”

HUSK

He is a little romantic at heart. Husk definitely had somebody to love during his living years and that love transcendent to Hell. Though he is a bit rough around the edges, Husk has that sprinkle of love inside which makes him feel too sweetly towards others. So much that he hides it under mean façade. Unsuccessfully, of course.

An energetic song to let Husk let loose a bit!

Sentence of the day: “No, Angel, I did fucking not take your underwear!”

VAGGIE

Now, she does not care about Valentine’s Day. It is a go or miss for her. But! Vaggie cares about Charlie. She too would make a small gift for her princess and enjoy their date. Vaggie is more of a private person, so she will excitedly wait for activities with others to be done, so that she could have Charlie for her own.

Vaggie would vibe with this song so much!

Sentence of the day: “Charlie, I love you and… Angel, get out of here with your disgusting underwear!”

ALASTOR

This man? And celebration of love? You’re joking. Certainly, he hates it. Too much mushy talk about love makes Alastor wanting to barf. He only takes Charlie’s heart out of politeness, nothing more. Alastor locks himself in his quarters and is not to be seen till the next day.

“La Vie en Rose” suits his French side! (This song’s version is for my fellow fans of Paranoid DJ).

Sentence of the day: “Why there are so many hearts that are not edible?”

That’s my takes and the end of part 3. Let yourself love and be loved, my friends! I shall fill my heart with song and let me sing forevermore!

[silverwarewolf]

OOH CHARACTER ASK GAME. Okay I'm gonna go with... 2B, 9S, or A2 from NieR Automata -- whichever one you want to answer for (if any of them). :3 6, 13, 18, 25, and I'm using the freebie question 27. 27 (freebie question): Opinions on the Pod or its relationship with your chosen character? :3 (Pod 042 if 2B or A2, Pod 153 if 9S) You don't have to answer all of these by the way and if there's a specific number you really wanted to answer but I didn't bring up then feel free to add that in! :D

ohoho okay okay, this may take a while to answer. thanks for the ask!

FOR 2B

6. What's something you have in common with this character?

Ahhh, well. The sarcasm as a facade for deeper emotion? Which I've been kind of working on. I want to have it as a weapon rather than a mask, you know? Not a default setting, but something I still have. Also i WOULD pet the pod, no questions asked.

13. What's an emoji, an emoticon and/or any symbol that reminds you of this character or you think the character would use a lot?

hmmmmmm im not too sure. maybe a good ol' 👍? she doesn't strike me as the type who would use emojis a lot. maybe a <3 but it's difficult to tell whether she means it or it's sarcastic (she uses it for both things). I... can you tell that i'm not very well versed in emojis? LOL.

18. How about a relationship they have in canon with another character that you admire?

aaaaaaaaaaa WELL. although i really like the whole thing she has with A2, and i find the dynamic with pod very cute, i think nothing makes me froth at the mouth quite like knowing the burden of her mission with 9S. waough. i love characters who are stuck in hell (/lh).

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

uhhhhh BADASS LADY WITH A BIG SWORD, which she still is, but with the added depth i kind of want to like. give her a week off for rest and leisure. introduce her to the wonders of a Good Blanket and Tea.

27 (freebie question): Opinions on the Pod or its relationship with your chosen character? :3

mmmmmmm pod 042 is definitely my favorite of the pods. I think it suits 2B pretty well. I mean, i dont think i have a lot of thoughts for this section specifically, but i'm just a fan of their dynamic and how there's kind of a parallel dynamic operator-pod-unit for both 2B and 9S.

FOR 9S

6. What's something you have in common with this character?

Hmmm this one's harder. Probably the curiosity to learn and question authorities? Lmao. The informality, too.

13. What's an emoji, an emoticon and/or any symbol that reminds you of this character or you think the character would use a lot?

oh he's the KING of emojis and has probably caused lag on the yorha servers trying to use obscure emotes /lh. hmmmm he gives me vibes of 🙄👀😌 and 🌚 before yorha removed the face and made it a normal moon so that he couldn't use it. and then he still did.

18. How about a relationship they have in canon with another character that you admire?

listen i just wanna achieve the level of chill there is between 9S and pod 153. other than that i'm a fan of the entire arc he has with the operator. like yes, i do really like his whole thing with 2B but it's Different because he doesn't Know, he didn't go Through It quite like 2B did.

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

ehhhhh i saw him as a little too childlike tbh, but now it's part of his charm. the horrors persist but so does our smile! and i love him for that. also, i am unwell about how they programmed him to be like this DESPITE it being literally a risk for yorha like babes what were we thinking.

27 (freebie question): Opinions on the Pod or its relationship with your chosen character? :3

HELL YEAH BABEY. pod 153 is sadly the runner up in the favorite pod contest, but i think the dynamic with 9S is still quite delicious like... i love befriending robots okay? and that's something 9S excels at, apparently.

FOR A2

6. What's something you have in common with this character?

Mmm, yes, yes. I would describe myself as being ultimately pretty pragmatic in my decision making, to an extent that I've been told im cold. Still, much like 2B, there's care hidden underneath.

13. What's an emoji, an emoticon and/or any symbol that reminds you of this character or you think the character would use a lot?

uhhhhh definitely analog type emojis. :/ is a good one, and so is :| i think. if i had to pick an emoji then it would be after some develompent of hers, 😒 is a good one. i would've picked ones for her anger but in such cases she would perchance be too angry to type. punchtime.

18. How about a relationship they have in canon with another character that you admire?

I AM UNWELL ABOUT HER RELATIONSHIP AND CONNECTION TO 2B. Maybe it's not something to admire, but you know.

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

i actually liked her more before i played replicant. after that i can only think of how they really gave her a lot of kaine-esque traits and she just can't match that level of serving. that aside, she really grew on me from mysterious cool enemy to tragic cool character.

27 (freebie question): Opinions on the Pod or its relationship with your chosen character? :3

onesided rivals to reluctant friends my beloved. and i LOVE the trope of loyalty in that way, too. omg i wish we had gotten more of them.