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Furry Friends Pt. 2

remuslupin x femwerewolf!reader

Summary: The Marauders finally find you. You and Remus come to an unspoken understanding.

CW: Cussing, I'm not really sure what else lol

Is this shit? I feel like this is shit lol (this is for you @natf89)

It had been a week since the last full moon and Remus was feeling much better. His aches had gone away, and he found that he didn't have to many new scars either. All in all, Remus was feeling very good.

He had been searching keeping an eye out for you though. It was subconscious really, his eyes would search the face of everyone he passed in the halls between classes, he couldn't help listening for the sound of your voice or laughter in the great hall at mealtimes, and he had found himself thinking about almost all of the time.

It seems his friends felt the same way.

"How can she just be fucking gone?" James voiced, through a mouthful of toast, crumbs flying out and landing in the spot in front of him. This gained a disgusted look from Lily who happened to be sitting next to him today.

"Who are you looking for again?" Lily asked as she glared at James for his poor manners. She leaned forward in her seat at the table to look over James and at Remus. Her eyes were alight with curiosity, there was a slight tilt to her lips.

"Said her name was Y/N." Sirius rolled his eyes; he had been less than pleased with not being able to find her. His face was pinched in a way that made it seem as if he was really bothered by her absence.

"Oh, do you mean her?" Marlene spoke up from beside Sirius. She was pointing towards the entrance to the great hall. Remus could hardly help the way his head snapped to where she was pointing.

Finally, he had seen you. You were with a group of friends and had just entered the great hall. You hadn't looked in their direction, you seemed to be having a very heated conversation with two boys from Ravenclaw.

Remus had no qualms with letting you do your own thing, especially now that he knew for sure you were real. It seems Sirius had other ideas though. Before Remus could even blink, his friend was standing up on the bench across from him.

"Oi! Y/N!" Sirius bellowed, causing some of the hall to quiet down. Remus watched as you turned to face the interruption with a confused look on your face. As soon as you seemed to recognize him, a face splitting grin broke out across your scarred face.

You waved and quickly turned and said goodbye to your friends before heading over to the Gryffindor table. Remus couldn't help but smile at you as you approached. You were beaming and laughed as Sirius told James to scoot his "fatass" down.

You squeezed yourself into the little room that had been provided between James and Remus.

"Lo' lads!" You leaned in to peer past James. "Hello ladies!" You winked quite flirtatiously at the group of girls that sat with the boys.

"Where the bloody hell have you been?" Sirius asked for everyone. "We've been looking for you all week!" He exclaimed in an exasperated voice. You weren't bothered though; you had been busy. You grinned nonetheless.

"I've been quite busy if you must know!" You rolled your eyes and leaned into Remus, going to grab a piece of toast and the jam that sat in front of him. Sirius only huffed in response.

"It's good that you've found me though." Then you leaned in all dramatic like and schooled your features. "Because we need to talk." You watched as they all took on worried expressions. Then you were grinning. Nothing was wrong, but did they really need to know that?

No, they didn't. Not yet anyways.

"So, what's on your agendas today?" You asked, taking a bite out of your jam and toast right after. If you noticed Remus staring at you, you pretended not to notice. He was grateful for that.

"Well, we were actually going to spend our day looking for you..." James paused, looking sheepish. "But now that we've found you, we should all go into Hogsmeade!" You smiled at him, and he grinned back.

"That sounds good for me! I've been needing to replenish my stash of chocolates. My friends can't keep their greedy paws to themselves." You grumbled the last bit mostly to yourself, but it had Remus laughing all the same.

You peered at him and grinned, bumping your shoulders together. This action did not go unnoticed by his friends and neither did the blush that began to creep up on his ears.

"If we're going to be spending the day together than I would say introductions are in order?" You asked. "I'll go first. My name is Y/N Y/L/N!" You grinned and looked around, encouraging others to continue.

"Sirius Black! Pleasures all yours, I'm sure!" You laughed and nodded. Sirius seemed quite pleased with himself at that.

"Peter Pettigrew!" The sweet looking blonde boy next to Sirius spoke through a mouthful of whatever he was stuffing his face with. If his ill manners bothered you, it didn't show. You nodded at him as well.

"Remus Lupin." Remus spoke quietly from beside you. You recognized him as the other lycanthrope, and you offered him a kind smile and nodded again.

"James Potter, and this is my lovely Lily pad!" The boy who had dressed you was loud and seemed very excited to see you there. You smiled and waved. The girl beside him seemed less happy at his introduction for her but she smiled at you anyways.

"Thats Marlene, Mary, and Alice." Lily told you politely and pointed each one out. They all smiled and greeted you.

"What time are we meeting? Cause it's chilly out and I'd like to get bundled up before we go." You asked, looking around at whoever had answer for you.

"How bout's we pick you up? What house are you?" Sirius asked, you grinned and nodded.

"Hufflepuff." You answered simply. Sirius seemed surprised, seeing as you had walked in with a group of Ravenclaws. He nodded anyways.

"Okay, an hour sound good to everybody?" He asked again. Everyone seemed to agree that an hour was plenty of time.

"Alright, now that that's settled!" You clapped your hands together and stood up. "I will see you in an hour!" With another smile you were making your way out of the great hall and presumably to your dorms.

Remus watched as you walked away and he sighed, turning back to face the all-knowing boys that sat around him. Even Lily was looking at him with a knowing look.

"Moony, bud, wipe that smitten look off your face. You're making me feel sick." Sirius spoke up with a shit eating grin, causing Remus to kick him in his shin. Remus was the one grinning when the other boy yelped.

Sure enough, an hour later you were walking out of Hufflepuff house. The group of boys were already waiting for you. They noticed you immediately, perking up at the sight of you. You grinned and made your way over to them.

James was the first to greet you.

"Y/N!" He cheered with a blinding smile on his face. He threw his arm around you and began to lead the way. You didn't mind the touchiness; your friends were like that as well.

"The girls are waiting for us at the front." James told you, leaning in like he was telling a secret. You smiled and nodded, leaning in to whisper back.

"Ah, and how is your lovely lily pad?" You had asked, and you watched as he grew flustered. A knowing grin sat on your face as you turned to look at Sirius and Remus who walked slightly behind the two of you. Peter trailed along on your unoccupied side.

Before James could answer, Sirius was answering for him.

"Ah, Lily isn't actually James 'lovely Lily pad'." Sirius laughed, but when he saw James turn around to glare at him, he conceded. "Yet."

You laughed and elbowed James in the side lightly. As if that wasn't already obvious to you.

When you finally made it to the group of very pretty girls who were waiting for you, James released you in favor of greeting Lily. You didn't mind and smiled as the girl rolled her eyes at his shameless affections.

Remus was at your side then, taking the opportunity to talk to you. He waited for the others to lead the way before asking the questions he had been wanting to ask.

"So how long?" You knew what he meant. There was no need for him to elaborate. The others were quite a way in front of you, so you weren't scared to answer.

"The summer before our fourth year. I was 13." You said, your tone was much melancholy. It's not like you hadn't accepted it or come to terms with your lycanthropy. It was just hard to talk about and something that made you feel like you were 13 and being attacked all over again.

"You?" You asked him, still looking straight ahead. Remus sighed as he thought about his answer.

"I was 4." You grabbed his hand and abruptly stopped walking. You could feel tears in your eyes and before he could say anything else you wrapped your arms around him and squeezed him.

He was tense for a few moments before you felt him wrap his arms around you as well. You face was pressed harshly into his chest.

"I'm sorry." Your voice was mumbled but Remus heard, and he felt his own tears welling up. It's not like his friends hadn't told him the same thing, but it was different coming from you.

Because you knew, you knew what pain he had been going through since he was 4 years old. You had experienced it yourself and so he held you while you cried for him. For the little 4-year-old boy who had been attacked and turned into what so many saw as a monster.

Remus cried too and he watched as his friends continued heading in the direction of Hogsmeade. He needed this, needed someone who truly understood the pain he had gone through his entire life.

You don't know how long the two of you stayed like that, but when you pulled away you felt better. So, you smiled up at him and nodded.

You grabbed his hand as the two of you began walking again. There were no more words spoken between the two of you. Nothing else needed to be said. You both understood.

When the two of you finally caught up to the rest of the group, nobody commented on your absence. Though, you pretended not to notice the knowing looks the others shared or the sly winks thrown towards Remus. You just smiled and added on to something silly James had said.

#hogwarts #hufflepuff #gryffindor #the marauders #hogsmeade #remus lupin #sirius black #james potter #lily evans #marlene mckinnon #mary macdonald #lycanthrope

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danganronpadedication · 9 months ago

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DAY 12: DANGANTOBER

Day 12: Remnants of Despair

AT LAST, AT LONG, LONG LAST! IT'S HAPPENING, IT'S FINALLY HAPPENING! THE EVENT ONE BILLION YEARS PROPHESIZED HAS COME TO PASS! THE DAY HAS COME! I FINALLY GET TO RANT ABOUT THE REMNANTS! Hats off to you if you know what I was referencing just now, lol.

I've said this a lot, but I really love the Remnants of Despair. They're my favorite part of the Danganronpa story, and I think they're criminally underused. There's just so much potential to explore and work with, and it's something that plagues my mind 24/7. Their designs are awesome, their psychology is interesting, and further exploring them not only paints a more detailed picture of the characters, but of the Danganronpa world as a whole. In this post, I'll be talking about EVERYTHING, from what they did, to how they look, whatever comes to mind, really.

For those of you who have forgotten the details of the Remnants, never played or watched UDG, or just never watched the episodes of the anime where we get information about them, here's a recap.

So, hopefully everyone reading this is familiar with the cast of SDR2. That group of students are the ones who go on to become the Remnants of Despair (+Hajime, even though he was just a reserve course student at the time). While they were at Hope's Peak, they rarely hung out with one another. Their teacher, Chisa Yukizome, rounded up everybody and made them start coming to class so they could form connections with each other. This class of students consisted of Teruteru, Peko, Mahiru, Ibuki, Hiyoko, Mikan, Gundham, Nekomaru, Nagito, Chiaki, Fuyuhiko, Sonia, Kazuichi, Akane, and Imposter pretending to be a character named Ryota Mitarai (who will be discussed later in this post). After a few days of knowing each other, and a certain soup-related incident that I will not ruin this post with, Chiaki is named as the class representative.

As each day passed by, the class grows closer together, and closer to people outside of class as well. Chiaki makes friends with Hajime, and Mikan finds out about the real Ryota, and about Junko and Mukuro. Junko uses Mikan as a test subject for her despair video, and it works on her. She doesn't show up to class anymore, and one day, someone spots her on campus, so everyone goes searching for her. Nagito and Chiaki stumble across a hidden passageway, where they find Junko and Izuru. Nagito is injured in the interaction, and Chisa provides a distraction for the two of them to get away.

I fear I am jealous of Nagito here lmao. Chiaki and Nagito go back to the rest of the class, who found Mikan, and they all decide to go back for Chisa. Meanwhile, Junko has already brainwashed Chisa, and her master plan is set into motion. The class walks through the secret passageway, and Mikan separates Chiaki from everyone else. Chiaki runs into Chisa, who leads her to an elevator that takes her to a dungeon-like obstacle course, full of spikes and boulders. She must escape to get back to her friends, and Chiaki actually manages to reach the end. Unfortunately, she's been tricked, and she gets impaled by multiple spikes, dying from her injuries in a scene I will never forget.

The others are shown the footage of her death, and they begin to feel despair over the traumatic loss of their friend. Taking advantage of their anguish, Junko begins to play her despair video for the class, brainwashing them into Ultimate Despairs, who are then let loose to cause chaos in the world. The next time we hear about them as an active group, it's at Makoto's hearing for disobeying the Future Foundation to help them. There, we get this picture.

Whoever designed them ate, I fear. As the Remnants of Despair, they use their ultimate talents to spread despair in unique ways, from building weapons of mass destruction, aiding other subsidiary groups of despair, to tyrannical takeovers of certain parts of the world.

Anyways, Makoto manages to rehabilitate them in SDR2, and its a happily ever after for them as reformed, wanted dead or alive war criminals <3 But, a lot of what they did, with the exception of Nagito, is left up in the air for us fans to theorize about.

Speaking of Nagito, let's talk about Servant first. Nagito basically became a single father as a Remnant. As Servant, Nagito's job is to watch over and aid the Warriors of Hope, consisting of Masaru Daimon, Jataro Kemuri, Kotoko Utsugi, Nagisa Shingetsu, and Monaca Towa. He's the only Remnant that we really get to see in action, being a pivotal character in Ultra Despair Girls.

Nagito is unique from the rest of the Remnants in many ways. He's not expressly violent like many of them are, preferring to be more manipulative in his methods. Despite his title, he pulls the strings of a lot of things that happen in UDG. When he's not making milkshakes for those tyrannical little gremlins, or being outed by Kurokuma, he's blackmailing and kidnapping members of the Future Foundation, like Toko and Byakuya respectively. He's tricking the kids, working under the guise of being subservient to them and their want to create a paradise for children, instead working with Monaca to bring about Junko's successor.

He also has a very strange relationship when it comes to Junko. While a lot of the others seem to view her as their leader, he hates her with every ounce of his being. That's the entire reason he's working to bring a form of her back after her death. The idea of her being alive once again causes him intense despair. He even says that he's jealous of Makoto, because he wanted to be the one to kill Junko himself. He despises her for turning everyone away from hope, including himself. But, he also still seems to have some kind of twisted appreciation for her as well, stating that she's the woman he loves and hates the most. After the plan to create Junko's successor falls through in UDG, he decides to raise Monaca to be Junko's successor herself, stating that because he loves and hates her so much, he can recreate her perfectly.

Nagito's also one of the three Remnants who actually scavenged from Junko's dead body, the other two being Mikan and Fuyuhiko. Nagito took Junko's arm, replacing his own with it. Looking at it causes him despair, since now she's stuck as a part of him. It's unclear what else he did, but we know he was just as, if not more, overzealous about it as he is about hope. It's his maniacal nature that manages to turn Monaca off from despair in the anime, saying that she'd rather not end up as crazy as him. For a character who was so determined to usher in a new era of despair, the fact that Nagito was too crazy even for her, speaks volumes. Don't worry, these other sections won't be as long, since there's not much info about them besides fanon.

Next up, Kazuichi Souda. The only bit of real content we get of him is a small compilation in one of the episodes, showing him working on a large Monokuma robot. This Monokuma robot was featured in the end of Ultra Despair Girls, nicknamed 'Big Bang Monokuma' by everyone's LEAST FAVORITE CHARACTER, Haiji Towa. Haiji is nasty, and if you like him, he's one of the characters I CANNOT see why you'd like him. Haiji likers, DNI.

Anyways, aside from working on Big Bang Monokuma, it can also be inferred that he would go out with weapons and either supply or fire them in crowded areas. After all, there's only one character we know of who would match the dude in the beanie.

I personally believe that Kazuichi was mainly responsible for two major things. The different Monokumas that can be found around Towa City, such as Ball and Junk Monokuma, and the executions from THH.

My biggest piece of evidence for that above claim, comes from Kazuichi's free time events, where he says that he wants to build the fastest motorcycle ever, even though he'd be too scared to ride it. Aside from being the only character in this lineup(apart from Izuru) who could feasibly make the executions, Mondo dies from a motorcycle that can go fast enough to liquify him.

Also, I think that each Remnant went against their personal life goals mentioned in the final episode of despair arc, to create maximum despair. They are asked to state what they want to do with their lives, and they say things like "solve all diseases", "create peace treaties", "increase animal welfare" etc. Kazuichi says that his personal goal is to eliminate all pollution from the atmosphere, so I think he'd be responsible for polluting the air even more, dumping oil in the seas. He is the reason the sky is red, and why Hope's Peak needs an air purifier for the participants in that game. Poor guy, when he's not simping for Sonia, he seems like an actually pretty chill person to be around, especially in those final episodes.

Speaking of Sonia's simps, next is Gundham. We see him in that compilation, surrounded by all sorts of animals. Snakes, elephants, giraffes, you name it. Though, notably, the Four Dark Devas/Twelve Zodiac Generals (all hamsters, the devas are part of the twelve), are absent from the line up.

It can be deduced that Gundham released dangerous animals from zoos and sanctuaries, letting them run amok through major cities. He managed to rally the animals together, training them to be very destructive, and ultimately uses them in battles against the Future Foundation.

Gundham doesn't have anything he sets out to do with his life, at least nothing he voices in the final episode, so maybe he wanted to create a safe place for animals to live happily, and weaponizing them would cause him despair.

To explain away the disappearance of his hamsters, I think he released them as a final act of humanity and care for them. I think he knew that he'd be mistreating all the animals he held dear, and he wanted to give the hamsters a chance to escape. ESPECIALLY if he's going to be having snakes and birds around them, that's a recipe for the hamsters to be eaten.

I feel very bad for Mikan. She was the first one that fell to Junko's influence, the first one to be rewritten in such a way. She even watches the video a second time, which means she's probably one of the most far gone.

Like Nagito, Mikan is one of the three Remnants who took a body part from Junko's corpse. She took her uterus, and replaced her own with it, in hope's of carrying on Junko's legacy. She's also the one who probably attached the arm to Nagito, and the eye to Fuyuhiko.

In the final episode, Mikan says she wants to create a miracle cure for all diseases. As such, I can see her poisoning medical supplies, much like the real-life Tylenol Murders. She would probably hurt those who are sick and weak, and quite possibly experimented on people. As a medical professional, she was probably responsible for making sure the Remnants who frequented active combat against the Future Foundation were healthy and in peak condition.

I've also seen some people say she probably worked on ways to brainwash people through chemicals, and likely used captured Future Foundation soldiers as test subjects.

Akane and Nekomaru are the fighters of the group. They go out, and their main job is to cause as much stress for the Future Foundation as humanly possible. They're both heavy hitters, and that'd definitely be a hard thing for the Future Foundation to beat.

Akane's goal for her life simply boiled down to eating her fill of food, while Nekomaru said he would support everyone's dreams. I think he may have acted as support for the other's plans, kind of freelance depending on which Remnant required his services at the time.

We know one of the Remnants starved themselves, I believe it was Akane. Food brought her joy, so to cause despair she limited herself. In the anime, she's seen with abs, but I think they were just scared of showing her ribs. It's honestly a wonder that she would be able to fight at all. She fights with everything she's got, running off of despair, spite and mania.

Fuyuhiko and Peko occupy a similar area as Akane and Nekomaru. In fact, I think Nekomaru and Akane probably partnered with or joined Fuyuhiko's group of soldiers. All four of them fight against the Future Foundation, keeping their field agents on their toes and actively fighting against any sort of helpful effort by them.

In the final episode, Fuyuhiko says that he and Peko will lead the people in the Kuzuryu Clan down the right path, since he doesn't want to keep perpetuating violence. He wants them to get good educations and lead good lives. Peko says that she'd never kill again. For Peko to be actively fighting in battles across Japan, means she's actively causing the pain she didn't want to. Peko wants to be seen as more approachable, so to be one of the main Remnants in charge of causing chaos must be awful for her. For Fuyuhiko to take a step back and use the people in his clan to cause despair, he's also violating his life goals, and his want to not be reliant on the Kuzuryu Clan. It's the same reason he wants a degree of separation between himself and Peko in SDR2. He doesn't want to be seen as weaker, and he doesn't want to use the people around him.

Imposter is definitely an enigma character. There isn't much information about them when they're not in disguise as either Byakuya or Ryota (who deserves his own post, what I have to say may be a hot take). You can infer though, that they're actually a very caring person. When they notice Ryota engaging in unhealthy behaviors, they make sure that he eats and sleeps when required, and assumes his identity to give him a break. You can also see it in-game, where the more you hang out with them, the less they act like Byakuya, and more like a kind leader figure. Personally, I call Imposter Touya, since it sounds like a combo of "Two" and "Byakuya", and people already call them Twogami. It also means ''all the more, increasingly'' like their talent.

In the final episode, they aren't in disguise as anyone, and they say that they could become anyone they want, including the president. There's a strong desire within them to become their own person, to be seen for who they are, and not as the person they're impersonating.

It's intriguing, as in Remnant form, they're dressed like Byakuya. I think that Touya assumes the identities of various important figures in society, and infiltrates certain organizations whilst doing so. Since they're currently acting as Byakuya, I think Touya has infiltrated what's left of Togami Corporation, and is working to destroy their reputation. Maybe after Byakuya joins the Future Foundation, Touya tries to make it look like he's betraying them during different missions. Maybe that's why he's never out in the field unless it's absolutely necessary.

Teruteru Hanamura. I think there's a consensus on what we all agree he did while under despair. In the final episode, he says that he will feed everyone tons of nutritious food, and end world hunger. On top of that, he's someone who values his family a lot, especially his mother and siblings.

Teruteru is implied to use drugs in his food to make it taste better. It's an already disturbing theme with the food-oriented ultimates, with Ruruka using Seiko (the Ultimate Pharmacist) to enhance her sweets. In Teruteru's free time events, he feeds Hajime a simple rice ball, and Hajime leaves that interaction feeling like he's been drugged from how drowsy he is. Teruteru also keeps drugs around his food normally, evidence being the infamous soup scene. He may have poisoned his food, or used certain drugs to manipulate people to do bad things while in a weakened state of mind.

There's also an almost mutual agreement that I've seen in the fanbase, that he possibly turned his family into food. For how much he values them, I could definitely see that happening as a possibility, and it's such a terrible thought. For the life of me, I hope that isn't the case, and that Teruteru's mom and siblings are still out there in the world, ready to reunite with him once things have cooled down.

I've lumped Sonia and Mahiru together because this is the only picture of Mahiru as a Remnant. Anyways, starting with Mahiru, I think she traveled across the world, taking pictures of all the destruction and carnage as a result of the Tragedy. She likely also blackmailed high ranking officials and celebrities, bringing them under the thumb of Ultimate Despair and granting them more power over the general population.

In her free time events, Mahiru states that her mother was a war photographer. Her mom would go to scenes of destruction, take pictures, and sell them to news outlets. Mahiru says that, while she respects her mother, she doesn't want to take pictures of war. She wants to capture people's smiles and happy scenes of people living their lives. Going around and taking those sorts of pictures amidst the worst event in human history would definitely cause Mahiru despair. That can be seen in the picture as well, taking pictures of Sonia, likely declaring war or commencing public executions in her kingdom of Novoselic.

At the end of the final episode, Sonia says that she wants to make Novoselic into a peaceful kingdom, one with no wars. Once she becomes a Remnant, she forces her people to commit mass suicide, declares war on nearby countries, and executes people in her own country, supposedly including her parents so she may have sole power. The people who do not die in her initial takeover are likely added to the Novoselic army, serving under her and for her every whim. For someone who wanted to be seen as an equal by her peers, and not treated differently for her status, I can see her feeling very upset with herself knowing that she ruled her kingdom with tyranny and terror, and made people treat her as such a higher power.

Next is the girl group duo, Ibuki and Hiyoko. I think their combined abilities probably made the other's very potent, and its an interesting team-up. They aren't shown doing anything too bad, merely putting on an evil concert.

In the final episode, Ibuki says she wants to use her music to spread happiness, while Hiyoko says she wants to use dance to spread joy.

I don't really know what they would've done to spread despair. Maybe Hiyoko hit the griddy and it made people very upset. In actuality, I believe that Hiyoko probably employed methods similar to snake charmers, and managed to work in some form of hypnosis into her performances. That would be able to turn the masses against one another, and against other people.

Ibuki, on the other hand, definitely worked subliminal messages into her music, causing people to perform certain actions or think certain things for despair. Swifties but evil. Her music was probably also engineered to cause the most discomfort, with screeching guitar riffs and loud drums. Headaches and injuries would be prevalent at their concerts. I can also see Ibuki just smashing her guitar and wielding it as a weapon if facing off against Future Foundation members.

You can even hear a sample of her music on Spotify, since in the final episode of the anime, the rehabilitated Remnants go to help the trapped Future Foundation members, and she plays a song to incapacitate the brainwashed Future Foundation members. Listen if you dare!

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It's finally time to talk about my BOY! I want to save some of my thoughts for his own post, and I honestly think this post is getting very long. For context, I started writing at 3pm, and it's now 10pm. Granted, I watched a movie and did some homework, but that's not the point here. I don't classify Izuru as a Remnant of Despair. I know he is one, but his circumstances are different. To understand Izuru, we need to start with Hajime.

Hajime starts the series as a reserve course student, someone with no talent, yet he idolizes Hope's Peak. He wants to be an ultimate so badly, that he'd do almost anything to do so. He has a bad habit of comparing himself to other people around him, basing his self-worth against theirs. So, in a school full of exceptional people, he's at an all time low. He has no friends, and feels like his goal is out of his reach. For as much as he wants to be an ultimate, we never get an idea of what he wants his ultimate to be. He has no plans for what it is, all he knows is he wants one. To feel important. To feel special. Because he doesn't see himself as anyone of worth.

He is approached by a group called the Steering Committee, which Tengan is loosely involved with. They propose the Kamukura Project to him, which is meant to give him a talent. He obviously really like this idea, but the idea of getting a talent artificially rubs him the wrong way. It's unknown if his parents know what's been proposed to him. One day, thinking by the fountain, he meets Chiaki, and they quickly become friends, bonding over video games. After that, they meet up regularly to game and talk by the fountain. One day, Fuyuhiko's little sister, Natsumi, ends up in his class, and he briefly meets her. Towards the end of the day, he finds her crying by herself, saying that she wants to be seen as the Ultimate Little Sister because Fuyuhiko only deserves the best in his life. Hajime starts to apply this to his friendship with Chiaki, believing he's not worthy of being her friend.

Still, he tries to keep his chin up and not let it bother him. He's hard-headed and hasn't been broken down yet. That's shattered when he tries to go to the ultimates course building for an important question (WATCH THE ANIME) and he gets beat up by Juzo. That very day, he meets with Chiaki, tells her to make tons of memories and have lots of fun for him, and then on, they never see each other again.

He accepts the Kamukura Project, and they begin at once. In the anime, it's done as a very quick procedure, but in real life, it'd be months and months of surgeries, mental conditioning, and medical tests. Soon, Hajime is completely erased from his mind, and is replaced by a figurative blank slate they name Izuru Kamukura. Interestingly, they call him Izuru Kamukura 1.0, implying there were supposed to be more after him. He was essentially a beta test, one that likely wasn't meant to make it this far. They likely expected him to die from the experimental procedures.

He is left on his own for days on end, until eventually Junko finds out about him. Her and Mukuro go to his little room, and try to get him to join despair. He initially declines, not seeing the purpose behind doing so. They invite him to the student council killing game, and there he feels some semblance of an emotion, so he continues. He is there, lurking in the background for many subsequent scenes.

The scene that is most important is Chiaki's death. She dies slowly in that scene, and Izuru is there, watching her. She recognizes him, reaching out towards him because he was her friend. At her death, he finds himself actually feeling something.

He's crying. Something he didn't think was possible. It is unknown if Hajime's repressed pain and despair was so powerful that it was finally felt in this moment, or if Izuru was just intrigued and confused by the idea of someone using their last moments to reach out to him. Nevertheless, he sticks with Junko's plans for despair, and is the reason she even ends up in SDR2. He's still effected by Chiaki's death long after this scene, expressing what can be confused for anger at the end of UDG when Junko starts to mock the way she'd greet him. He rips the wiring out of Shirokuma and Kurokuma's heads, taking only what he needs for the plan.

Izuru wasn't brainwashed, at least, not by Junko. The Kamukura Project deserves it's own post, but here's the rundown. He is supposed to be the Ultimate Everything, in peak physical and mental form. The surgeries needed to give him the strength capacity for the athletic ultimates would've involved breaking every bone in his body and rebuilding him from there, strengthening him enough to be able to launch Mukuro across the room with a flick of his hand. He would be injected with a cocktail of chemicals, made to increase mental abilities like memory, and possibly growth hormones for certain aspects of his body. That would explain why his hair is so incredibly long and dark, and why his eyes are red.

On the mental front, yes, he'd undergo numerous brain surgeries. Likely around the hippocampus and amygdala, they'd sever connections related to his original identity, which would also damage his ability to feel. Your emotional receptors are in those areas, and maybe ruining those sections were by design. After all, Hope's Peak is shady, and maybe they were trying to create some kind of unfeeling superweapon. Theory for another day. They left him near emotionless, with all the logical processing needed to complete any task needed, like a robot. They left him purposeless, craving entertainment of any kind. This makes him easier to use, easier to employ as a tool. If he is lacking purpose, he'd do anything you ask in order to feel anything other than emptiness. This is something Junko appeals to, since despair would be unpredictable and exciting for him.

I think he grows bored quickly, since after a while, anarchy becomes its own kind of order. There is still humanity in Izuru, he holds onto Chiaki's hairpin, and when Makoto finds him, he's nurturing a flower.

This scene is part of the reason why Makoto believes the Remnants are able to be saved. An unfeeling, despair-ridden monster wouldn't take the time to be so kind to something as small as a flower.

This scene is so moving when you watch it.

I think as a "Remnant", Izuru was merely an observer. I don't think he did anything except watch, only intervening when he felt it'd provide him some entertainment. Once he got bored, and only had Junko's USB stick plan, he'd probably find some way to make it easier for Makoto get everyone together, if only to enact that plan for that final bit of entertainment.

Is it obvious that I love Izuru?

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I spent a while learning psychology, and it's always been a big interest for me. Like with the factors pertaining to Izuru, the Remnants also have unique traits that explain why they act the way they act.

They were brainwashed by the subliminal messages that Ryota and Junko had placed in the video, that's why they're so deep in despair. But what is brainwashing? Brainwashing is a form of mental conditioning, that can essentially reprogram the mind to adopt radically different beliefs, ideas, and morals to the ones already carried by the victim. Brainwashing is not mind control, but it's conditioning.

They had their morals completely rewritten to align with Junko and despair. That's part of the reason I think Nagito is as different as he is. I think hope was such an engrained value within him, that he still holds onto despite his despair. The mental reprogramming is in constant conflict with his closely held beliefs.

There are many real examples of brainwashing, most notably within cults and real-life criminal organizations. They take advantage of vulnerable people, and make them change everything about themselves to align with these new ideas. Junko took advantage of their grief over seeing Chiaki die so gruesomely, and changed them fundamentally. They are not inherently evil people, they were not mind controlled into being evil people. They are people who were taken advantage of and conditioned into going against who they were. It's so saddening, they're teenagers, teenagers who should be going into job fields and colleges and living their lives, instead of terrorizing the world. Grief is a powerful, yet human emotion, and it's one that was easily controlled and manipulated by Junko. That's why Makoto took a chance on them as well. He didn't see the terrible people they had been turned into, he saw the hurt, grieving people underneath and wanted to help them.

It's also sickening how Junko only did all this so the Tragedy would carry on while she was masterminding the Hope's Peak killing game. The Remnants are nothing more than a backup plan to her, people she views as "not useful". They only exist to keep spreading despair while she is away, and that's sickening. She brainwashed them and not her own class, BECAUSE she doesn't value the Remnants. She cared about her classmates, so she wanted to feel the despair of watching them suffer. She merely saw the Remnants as tools, ruined their lives just for her own benefit.

I think there could have been an entire anime arc about them. Show Makoto, or Ryota, or some other character trying to rehabilitate them. How did they manage to track them down, and bring them to Jabberwock Island without dying or being discovered by the Future Foundation? How did they manage to stabilize them enough mentally to enter the Neo World Program? How did Izuru manage to get that USB stick past whoever was helping them? What were they like after waking up from the NWP with all their progress erased? If the survivors were normal, how did they handle seeing their friends in such a state? What impact did they do to the world? They could provide a clearer image of the Tragedy itself, which isn't really explored past Towa City, and even Towa City has only just recently been affected by the Tragedy. I think there's so much to explore, and so little attention actually given to them.

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE SEND ME YOUR ART, YOUR HEADCANONS, YOUR FICS, YOUR CONFESSIONS, YOUR PSYCHOLOGICAL ANALYSIS OF THE REMNANTS! I WILL EAT THEM UP LIKE I AM STARVED! I WILL SUP FROM THE WELL OF FANON AS IF IT IS THE FIRST DRINK OF WATER I'VE HAD IN DECADES! I NEED TO CONSUME EVERY BIT OF MEDIA ABOUT THEM!

I'm so normal, I'm so normal, I'm so normal, I'm so normal-

Anyways, after Dangantober is over, I may introduce my Danganronpa OC to this blog (not as a roleplay thing, but just to yap about him). Mainly, he's a former classmate of theirs, and he's part of their rehabilitation process because I NEED to chew on it like I'm teething.

Here is an edit I made of Chisa Yukizome, and the Remnants (it's short, it was my first one), to a Miss Delight edit audio. Please enjoy it, I was so proud when I finished it <3

Is it obvious now just how much I love the Remnants? They NEEDED more screentime, I'm not kidding on that front. Imagine everything that could've been explored, how much of their actions was the brainwashing, and how much was them acting out in twisted grief?

What did each person do while under despair? Was any guilt felt? How did they react after being rehabilitated? How are they living now with the knowledge of what they've done?

They were just grieving kids, kids who were taken advantage of and used for evil purposes. But I also agree that the Remnants are not blameless in their actions. They must live with this guilt forever, constantly on the run for what they've done, and yet, they have each other.

When I found out that UDG was SUPPOSED to be about facing the Remnants of Despair as either Makoto or Komaru, before it was changed to be the WOH, I was UPSET! Someone, PLEASE MAKE THAT A REAL GAME, I'D PAY YOU EVERYTHING IN MY WALLET AND BANK ACCOUNTS!

Make merch of the Remnants, all of them, not just the Servant pop-up parade and Izuru plushie.

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canonicallyanxious · 3 months ago

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i LOVE webcomics and i love analyzing adaptations and the choices made to adapt a source material especially when they're from one medium into another so i am personally really enjoying the FH webtoon so far!! i think it's very cute and so far i'm charmed and am looking forward to seeing how they adapt the rest of the season!

Wanted to jot down some quick thoughts/first impressions! Here's a heads up that I did fast-pass all available eps so there may be some spoilery discussion of fast-pass eps, i honestly don't remember what's free and what's not rn lol

i actually think actual play is really difficult to adapt to something with a more traditional story format, especially something with as limited space as a webcomic [particularly an official webtoon, which usually have a set number of eps per season], for a lot of reasons, primarily that actual play allows for a really long runtime and many side tangents and improv jokes that simply can't be kept for a webcomic. even d20, which is pretty streamlined compared to other actual play shows, clocks in at 1.5-2 hrs per ep at least. which is a lot of material to adapt!! so i think the creators of this webtoon have a really tough job ahead of them but so far i think it's really interesting to see what they've chosen to keep versus change versus remove, and i'm interested to see how that evolves through the season!

i think there is a really good opportunity for visual storytelling to fill in some of the gaps [even with d20's fantastic battle sets, half of it is roleplay and theater of the mind so with a comic there's good opportunity for visual gags, easter eggs, etc.], as well as playing around with timeline a bit more freely than you can in an actual play show. with a more traditional story format, where you have all the material upfront and planned out, you can afford to be a bit more intentional with breaks, timeline changes, etc.

i find the choice to focus on one main pov character very interesting. an ensemble cast webcomic would have been doable i think but would probably require a lot more episodes so it makes sense to try to focus it down a bit to keep the narrative more tightly paced and focused. i do hope we see more for the other characters eventually, like many other people i did note the lack of backstory and introductory material for most of the bad kids and like i already said i think there's a good opportunity here to jump around and introduce some of that material later down the line - we'll see if they actually do that though

i don't remember who said this [i think it might have been brennan?] but i think in one of the APs someone said something about how one advantage of an actual play is that you can focus on each PC equally and they could all be the main character of their own story. so i think any choice for the main pov character from the bad kid line-up would have been interesting and provided a different and fresh perspective on the story but the choice of Riz makes sense to me because he has a personal connection to the mystery that is the core of this season's story [and that can be very easily established with the picture of Penny on the news and Riz being slightly cut out but still visible, as well as his mom's line of dialogue about penny being his babysitter] through which he can draw in the others, and also he has a certain earnestness especially in the early eps that fits the vibes of a webtoon well. kind of shonen protag vibes if i'm being honest lol i'm kind of about it

wanted to give a shout out to some of the visual easter eggs/details i really appreciated! Seeing Hargis with the theater kids was SO CUTE. and Bud Cubby in one of the opening shots!!! i loved that the design of the crystals actually look like crystals. the banners introducing each kid and their class were SO COOL and so classically webtoon, especially loved how Gorgug's hinted at his artificer background/multi-classing. also blurring out Aguefort's speech right as he talked about how chronomancy is the most powerful magic was so fun, love that foreshadowing! also fig's cracked crystal screen is such a good character detail, and the Edgy and Punk Rock posters pasted hastily over her pastel rainbow walls and her pink furniture - this is what i'm talking about with the potential for visual storytelling!!

and of course i love all the little character moments fueled by mechanics we got! for instance: riz succeeding his stealth check to disappear from right under his mom's nose; fabian failing his dex check by getting his sword stuck in the corn monster; gorgug trying to keep himself calm but going into a rage twice [also the adaptation of the "are you my dad?" joke lol i loved it]; adaine's panic attack; fig's bass guitar breaking [to represent running out of spell slots? i don't remember the exact trajectory of the original fight tbh asdjfsndkfs]; kristen's "the only thing i'm good for in a fight is healing, they don't teach attack spells at bible camp" this piece especially i can't wait to see her growth on!!

tl;dr so far i think it's really fun and silly in a way that captures what i loved most about the original show so i'm looking forward to seeing what other choices they make for the rest of the story!

#sarah.txt #dimension 20 #d20 #fantasy high #d20 meta #story meta #lol i said quick thoughts and then spent the better part of an hour writing this up who is surprised

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leonardcohenofficial · 7 months ago

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Hi Maddie! Are you willing to talk a little about your PhD journey? All I know is you write a really big paper but I imagine it involves more than that

absolutely! the requirements of a phd will definitely range depending on both your field and subject of your research, but typically involve taking courses that allow you to gain general but high level knowledge of the area on the whole, passing some type of qualifying exam that shows you’re prepared to complete your dissertation, and then writing the dissertation itself, all in a process that can take between typically three years (this seems very short but is fairly common outside of the USA) to a decade. in my program people typically graduated in five or six years; i myself took six years to finish everything up

for my program i took classes in a wide variety of areas, most of which were not directly related to what i wrote about for my dissertation, but all of which were extremely beneficial in 1) learning in areas outside of what i do, 2) helping me feel more prepared when teaching those subjects as part of my TA duties, and 3) allowing me to develop deeper critical and theoretical knowledge that helped me with writing the dissertation itself. i was also really happy that i was able to take classes outside of the theatre department (in the music and literature departments; though the lit class i took was a film class lol), which made total sense given my research is so interdisciplinary. the biggest thing i learned about my research throughout my time is that i very much live in the performance studies world (vs. theatre or drama) which is helpful framing given i write and teach about such a wide range of performance and media forms. my dissertation was much more a performance studies/musicology/american studies project than a Theatre™️ project, but i had a committee that really encouraged me to think across multiple disciplines with my work (and i also got to teach both theatre and film classes, which is pretty cool)

i also really appreciate that my program also gave us so much experience teaching! i taught every single quarter and many summers during grad school, which (while exhausting) not only gave me a ton of practice to build up my own pedagogical approach but made my CV pretty competitive as an early career scholar when applying to jobs. i don’t think i would have gotten multiple tenure-track interviews while still finishing my dissertation had i not had so much teaching experience (as instructor of record!) on there. i also am really grateful that my department also really cares about encouraging phds’ practice within and beyond the department, so i was able to dramaturg and/or direct ten shows within my department on top of a ton of outside gigs at the major LORT houses in town (which was also a really big deal)

the actual dissertation writing process sucks. it’s exhausting and thankless and even if you have a really amazing committee (like i did <3) it is extremely stressful and i do not know ANYONE who has reported a smooth and easy dissertation writing process LOL; however i had really good people on my side (friends, family, colleagues in the department and in arts and humanities in general at school, my faculty, my coworkers at the record shop, etc.) who were so supportive and my biggest champions as i was taking on this massive project. it was a lot but in all honestly even though it took so long, it was not the most difficult academic work i’ve ever had to do (that badge of dishonor goes to the horrendous process of getting my international baccalaureate diploma, which was so awful it led me to go to hippie college with no grades no tests and no majors LMFAO). i am super proud of my dissertation—if anyone wants to read it i’d be happy to send the link!—and even though there are plenty of sections i’ll rework for when i submit it to academic presses for publication, i am really pleased with the work i did and i think that it provides new and (imho) exciting scholarship about topics that i find really meaningful (many of which i’ve loved since i was a kid)

all of this to say, if people have phd, grad school, research, or otherwise related questions or want to chat, please hit me up! always happy to talk about this stuff / offer my very humble advice about any stage of the process <3

#maladjusted-nerd #i can totally get into more specifics this is very broad strokes LOL

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clowningaroundmars · 1 year ago

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prowlerbyte hcs

ok..... yall got me. you did. i ship prowlerbyte now 😅 and i'd like to throw out some Thoughts about them bc damnit if this ship doesn't have some Flavor to it that i'd like to share with you all 🤌

both margo and miles g here are from earth 42 tho bc i think miles g has been thru Enough and he deserves someone in his corner in his own universe, besides his family members

LOTS of words under the cut ↓

♡ weirdgirl nerd x edgyboy nerd 100%… you just KNOW IT. miles is absolutely a geek either for comics or anime and he only opens up to his closest friends to let them see that side of him, no one else. margo brings that side out of him often when they meet up (but miles is still p reserved if anyone else is with them)

♡ margo is a fantastic singer and hums mind-blowing runs as easily as she breathes and miles absolutely loves it. when she's depressed, she sings a lot less so whenever she DOES sing that's how he knows she's in a good mood. he loves having her over bc he gets to pull out uncle aaron's old secondhand record player and place rnb and 90's hiphop vinyls on it, playing soulful music that she hums to as they parallel-play or do homework together

♡ when margo first convinced miles to let her do his hair, he was hella worried that his mom would disapprove and chastise him once she saw but she was surprisingly very supportive of it, although a bit hesitant. eventually she was grateful she didnt have to braid her son's hair as often (being a single parent is exhausting enough lol)

♡ rio42 ofc had the same reaction to margo as rio1610 when she 1st met gwen, but when margo eventually started showing up more and more to hang out with the morales fam (and aaron too lol), she grew on rio. they both keep a close eye on miles and try to keep him going towards the right path

♡ in their universe they both go to visions and even have a class together, and they are both very very academically competitive. rio doesn't need to stay on miles' ass about his grades bc margo is right there taunting him with an A+ on a test every single time

♡ they actually ACTUALLY study together in the library or in miles' room during study sessions. neither of them can afford to fall off wrt their grades and they both have big dreams they wanna achieve: margo wants to become a hardlight technician and apply for oscorp (much to miles' chagrin), and miles wants to continue his engineering and robotics career so he can provide for his whole family

♡ margo's parents constantly fighting means she is often over at miles' house more than he is at hers. it actually took her an embarrassingly long amount of time to finally invite him over because she never wanted her parents to know he even existed, let alone actually meet him at all. miles was at first kinda offended she didn't want him to meet her parents even after they got together but when he heard them arguing in the background during a call one day, he finally Understood

♡ after he found out about her crappy home life (and also secretly told rio), she was welcome to stay more often at his place. she has a blanket, a few clothes and several diff books and console games lying around in his room

♡ it honestly also took them both a ridiculously long time to finally start dating. everyone around them shipped them but they remained friends for a long time bc miles was just too closed off and scared to let anyone into his private life like that. also i hc they are both on the ace spectrum but don't realize it until later (listen i see purple characters and i HAVE to wave the ace wand on them ok 😭)

♡ margo is sometimes frustrated at miles for being so secretive and hiding his emotions behind walls, as goofy and dorky as he can be. she wishes he would just come out and be more honest about his feelings but understands that after his dad's passing, its harder for him to communicate his emotions

♡ she was the one who asked him out first, actually. he was beating around the bush way too much and so she finally put her foot down and initiated the relationship

♡ in public or with strangers they are: sunshine x sunshine protector. in private or with family n friends they are: "EXCUSE ME! miles asked for no pickles ☝️" esp since margo is the extrovert and he's the introvert.

♡ miles is actually p jealous and protective of margo and she finds that hilarious.

"i don't need any protecting, babe. i am a certified badass," margo says, flipping her box braids.

miles laughs, winding boxing wraps around his hands and standing in front of his giant punching bag. he looks over at his girlfriend sitting on a bean bag, with her adorable kitten t-shirt and fluffy sweater and grins even wider. "yeah… aight, sure thing."

margo scoffs, noticing his line of sight and looking very offended. "i may look cute and unassuming but that's exactly what i want our enemies to think! it gives me an advantage!"

miles hums, nodding. "mhm. advantage to do what, exactly?"

margo throws an empty soda can at him, which miles easily dodges as he laughs harder.

♡ it's funny, bc on the outside they seem like the stereotypical traditional straight relationship with a macho boy and sweetheart girl. but in reality they're both sarcastic snippy geeks who can both throw down in any verbal argument. and miles adores his gf, he's completely whipped for her. lets her paint his nails and everything, and if anyone tries to make fun of him for it, he doubles down and threatens to fight them over it

♡ they are THAT couple that wears lowkey matching outfits every once in a while. they actually enjoy shopping together which was a relief for both of them bc miles LIVES just to go sneaker shopping and margo absolutely loves trying new things on in the dressing room. theyre also both fashionistas in their own ways and love to accessorize. they swap accessories a lot

♡ whenever they hit up a bookstore, they are the first to head right on over to the manga section. right afterwards, they make a beeline over to the science fiction section and compare their purchases together after leaving

♡ miles is absolutely the "idc what my girl wears bc i know how to fight" boyfriend. margo doesn't go out in revealing outfits or anything, but looking a little TOO adorable in a dystopian city can sometimes paint a target on your back and so miles makes sure she's with him at all times if she wants to put her braids up into heart buns or wear a dress outside

♡ any hardware or mechanical problem that margo has, she takes it straight to miles. miles takes any software or coding issues he has to margo. if those software issues have anything to do with his prowler gear, however… he tries to isolate the issue and explain in vague terms what the problem is to avoid telling his gf he's actually the prowler

♡ no, he has not revealed to margo that he is the prowler yet. he's terrified to see her face when she inevitably finds out anyways, just KNOWING it would doom their relationship to a breakup if she ever figured it out. he does everything in his power to keep her from finding out his secret, even if it means disappointing her when he misses out on dates they set together

♡ they are both total champions at whatever multiplayer video game they get hooked onto. their personal faves are mmorpgs and battle royale games, but they are UNBELIEVABLY competitive when it comes to party games and even board games. they absolutely wipe the floor if they get to team up together

♡ tbqh they're the EXACT level of nerdy that they would consider playing video games in their separate homes as a date. "mmorpg and chill babe?" miles texts margo sometimes as a joking way to ask her on an online date. every minute they spend on voicechat as they kick digital ass together counts as quality time for sure

♡ even tho she's kind of embarrassed about it, margo has an absolutely huge plushie and figurine collection. she was worried miles would judge her SUPER HARD for her lowkey (highkey) special interest in anime figures when he 1st came over to her room, but immediately felt relieved when miles practically flew up to a rare figure she got secondhand from a japanese seller online and started ooohing and aaahing about it

♡ he actually tries to put aside whatever he earns prowling around the city for his mom first. then whatever's left over goes right to margo. he likes taking her out shopping and letting her pick out two or three things and seeing her beam like a sunrise before giving him a kiss on the cheek

♡ miles tries to hide his prowling behind the excuse of getting a job with his uncle at the family auto shop. every time he has a job to do or needs to leave suddenly, he blames it on "an emergency/new car job at the garage". margo eventually starts hating the word "garage"

♡ get either of these 2 to start talking abt their special interest, and it will be like Infodump City in there in 2 secs flat. they listen to each other's infodumping with hearts in their eyes, ESPECIALLY miles. margo goes "hey can i just rant to you about my new interest rq" and he goes "yes ma'am 🥰"

♡ everyone thinks margo is the one who cooks and cleans but hell no. miles is a neat freak whose room is the total opposite of margo's and he spends a lot of time alone at home when his mom is working a double shift and his uncle is out trying to secure another job for them. he knows how to cook like a damn chef by the time he's 16 (and also rio42 is not a toxic boymom. she will not raise any lazy needy son, her boy WILL know how to do laundry, cook meals and wash the damn dishes!)

♡ margo on the other hand tries to avoid the kitchen as often as possible and gets panic attacks when having to clean anywhere else but her own room bc of bad memories of having to sweep up broken glass after hearing her parents have violent fights that left the apartment in tatters. she never got to learn how to cook bc they never taught her, either

♡ margo is actually p traumatized from her parents' constant hateful fighting that she tries to squash down or hide behind a confident mask. but sometimes it pops up in ugly ways like when miles accidentally slams a cupboard door too loudly or a sarcastic comment sounds a little too bitter. her knee-jerk reaction is to always distance herself from miles a bit as a coping mechanism, which they had to work through

♡ miles' own grief and loss traumatized him beyond belief too ofc. after his dad's passing, his anxiety grows and he becomes more withdrawn, easily tired, and forgetful. it becomes worse after he becomes the prowler, bc dipping into the NYC underworld every so often gives p much anyone a healthy dose of paranoia. plus it takes some time away from his gf on top of all of that.

♡ if they're ever at parties or get-togethers at all, its always margo initiating conversations and meeting with people, making introductions and chatting happily. she always happens to have a quiet, chill miles-shaped shadow with her the whole time

♡ if margo was going to date miles, he told her one time, she was GOING to learn how to dance bachata and salsa. throw in a lil reggaeton in there as they get older and rio becomes a TINY bit more chill with seeing them on the dancefloor. they actually become much better at dancing together as they practice at family reunions and birthday parties

♡ miles carries around plush keychains and other trinkets that remind him of margo. he's a total sap when it comes to her, even if he tries to hide just how much he loves her sometimes. his phone's lockscreen is something dark or aesthetic like a city skyline or whatever but then when he unlocks it, margo is always his wallpaper

♡ aaron likes margo, he really does. he worries that miles doesn't have enough friends but he's happy that his nephew has a gf that is genuinely good for him. they all have a great time together whenever they do get downtime to chill together, like playing cards or helping aaron clean the garage

♡ that being said, aaron loves to pretend to sabotage their relationship as a running joke and watch miles get all riled up about it. it is hilarious to him, never gets old.

they're giving the garage connected to the autoshop its bimonthly deep clean just ahead of the yearly inspection.

it's a sunday, the only day of the week that the shop is closed for business and miles is on corner duty once they get down to the concrete floor. he's tasked with using the short hard brush attached to a long wooden handle to scrub the dust and grime out of the neglected corners. margo is scrubbing the middle with a much bigger sturdier widebroom, and aaron--being the tallest ofc-- has the duster on an extendable handle, swiping through the metal rafters and high shelves.

he notices miles struggling a bit with a mysterious stain in one corner, repeatedly attacking it before finally crouching down to shove the brush even harder against the floor with his hands.

aaron casually sneaks backwards and catches margo's attention with a smirk and a point of his chin. she swings her gaze around to her slightly frustrated boyfriend crouched down into a corner and starts giggling.

aaron grins as he suddenly says, "so yeah, thats why i got miles here on corner duty, usually. y'know being a little guy and all, he can do all that that someone as tall as me can't really do anymore yanno what i'm sayin? he's real good in those small spaces. that's why i'm up here, dustin' these rafters."

scandalized, miles springs back up with a "hey!!" and a withering glare shot their way. margo bursts out laughing.

♡ miles is the little spoon and margo is the big spoon, fight me abt it. his fave cuddling position is actually when his arms are wrapped around her and her cheek is laid against his head. otherwise, he loves his weighted blanket, and margo loves her warm mattress ♡ when they're home alone and on the couch watching movies, his back is usually to her side as he half-lays on her, using her arm as a pillow

♡ margo is def not a sports kind of girl but she tries for her bf. he and aaron are very much into basketball which she tries to keep up with just to join in on their convos. she always attends miles' boxing matches tho, ofc. she actually likes watching boxing matches in general! aaron gives her some old tapes of his own matches when he was younger and that's how margo gets into televised mma fights and ufc. she's always cheering for miles the loudest in the audience

♡ miles actually uses margo sometimes in his workouts. the proudest day of his life was when he was able to have margo laying on his back as he did pushups, and he made it to 10 before tiring himself out. she's the one holding his feet down as he does sit-ups and ab crunches. she tries to join in on his workouts too, and gets p good with the speedbag relatively quickly!

♡ miles-- being the paranoid guy he is-- happens to be the one to teach margo all of the effective self-defense moves. she thinks he's always exaggerating the danger out on the streets but she can't lie sometimes; whenever she's out past sunset with her keys in between her knuckles, she's just a TINY bit glad that miles taught her how to escape a rear chokehold

♡ margo is the soc media girl who is embarassingly online and posts about anything and everything of her life. new website coded? met a stray cat on her way over to miles'? bought a new manga? invented a cool gadget? they always show up in her followers soc media feed. she tries to get miles to pose for pics with her but he's mostly content to just be the guy behind the camera tbh. his own soc media account is pretty boring and bare since he rarely ever posts. he's got other things on his mind, errands to run

♡ the one and only time margo has ever seen miles cry was right after his dad died. the whole neighborhood got the news and she ran straight over to miles' apartment the minute she could. they climbed into his bed (the only time rio didn't reprimand them for it) and he just sobbed his heart out while they held each other for a real long time. she brought over homework and notes when he stayed home from school to recuperate

#spiderverse #earth 42 prowler #spider byte #earth 42 #prowlerbyte #margo kess #miles g morales #i hope yall can see my vision #now ofc these two havent met at all in the movie yet #but can you imagine like a lil scene where spiderbyte somehow meets up with miles42 #and she goes “miles! i recoded the machine so you can go back home to your CORRECT dimension #if you ever wanna come back to spider society?“#and then shes like “…wait. what happened to your hair? i like it but… wait what're you wearing?”#and then miles42 is looking at her like O_O bc his Girlfriend But Not Girlfriend is just zipping around asking him all these questions #and… is she a HOLOGRAM?#miles1610 steps in and steers miles42 away going “uh thanks but yeah he's me from another dimension ahaha anyWAYS lets go over here bro”#and miles42 just goes “MY GIRLFRIEND IS SPIDERWOMAN IN ANOTHER DIMENSION?!?!”#god that would be amazing #i want them to have even just ONE second of an interaction in btsv mannnnn #they r So Cute what?? like #also yes they are both ace bc they are Purple. the girls that get it get it #im thinkin maybe miles42 is like... sex neutral ace and margo is demisexual. theyre both biromantic bc of course #anyways hope yall enjoyed these ^^✌️#mi writing

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Jelpax/Drax i(Jeldrax) s the ultimate ship besides Gothrusa.

I wrote a fast SFW fic for the three people that care lol: (warning not beta read I’m sorry, I am lazy and lonely)

Enjoy!

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Drax was in shock.

Complete and utter shock.

The keys in his hand were real…*right*?

“Pax…I…” Drax whispered, softly. He felt warm tears for the first time in years well up in his eyes.

“Its rent is covered for a year. I was able to get a good deal and cash a stock or three that my Housefather took out when I began schooling.” Jelpax smiled, holding his gloved hand.

The keys were to an empty old small mechanic shop that had been emptied out. The lights flickered and the paint definitely needed updated but, it was all Drax’s.

“Pax…I don’t even know how to begin to thank you.” Drax sniffled, hugging his handsome coordinator.

“Just promise me you pay the bills and taxes on time alright? If you need help just ask. You know that the High Council has people that do check in on us, okay?” Jelpax asked, glancing out the windows for witnesses before kissing the top Drax’s hat covered head.

“I am going to be a model citizen! You would think I passed Borusa’s advanced civics classes with honors! I think I can make a profit too. I can start spoiling my Jelpax, yes?” Drax smiled.

“Perhaps, but even if you don’t I think it will keep you busy and happier than you working at that awful parts store.” Jelpax explained.

Drax had worked at a local skimmer parts store for nearly 100 years after dropping out from the academy. Jelpax had concern especially when his Drax’s direct deposit would bounce or his expensive personal equipment and tools “missing”. Jelpax had reported the shop dozens of times anonymously through his own government connections, but nothing was ever truly done.

Now Drax could provide services and fill an important niche in the industry by providing regular maintenance and repairs.

The orange light from the setting suns lit the shop in a warm golden glow. Drax once more looked at the keys and smiled. He was going to make Jelpax proud.

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“You are letting an academy dropout run his own workshop? That you solely invested in?!” Lord Borusa asked Coordinator Jelpax sternly.

They had met to go over recent happenings in a few quadrants of space that Coordinator Jelpax managed but, like always, conversation on their own personal lives were eventually held over tea and a light snack in Lord Borusa’s office.

“Yes…I did. I know it is not logical sir but, I never felt right seeing Drax go off to work in that shop. He had two bounced paychecks last year alone!” Jelpax explained. Lord Borusa could see the carefully concealed anger brewing beneath Jelpax’s cool and collected demeanor. He, more than anyone, knew how much Drax meant to Jelpax.

“I see. Well. I suppose, as long as he inputs the data correctly, the accounting system will handle things.” Borusa muttered taking another sip of tea; he was wishing deeply that it was wine.

“More importantly, it will keep him busy and out of trouble while I am here helping you and others. My portfolio is very good, Sir. I took the economics classes seriously. He can lose quite a lot before I will shut it down. It is cheaper than funding a lawyer for a felony in street racing.” Jelpax smiled, taking another sip of his own tea.

“‘Fund the passion early so the passion does not become a liability’…that is your argument?”

“Yes, Lord Borusa.”

The Cardinal paused for a moment, reflecting on the current Timelord he shared a bed with off the record.

“Coordinator…you may just be one of the most brilliant in our chapter.” Lord Borusa remarked. Jelpax grinned.

“Thank you, Lord Borusa.”

#the deca #jelpax #Drax doctor who #Jelpax doctor who #doctor who academy era #Borusa mention because I’m dumb #Drax #Jeldrax #Doctor who fanfiction #doctor who #Dr who #Dr who fanfic

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The Alphabet Alphabetacy - Chp. 4.5: Lost in the Crush

but enough about the house because for the second time this chapter, its the first day of high school !

aaaand Briar already looks totally annoyed with this guy sticking his arm through her body, which I mean......fair

Very cute small interlude of Bryd mackin on his girlfriend ;D

She sped off to decorate her locker with lots of trendy posters and most importantly, PINK. The aesthetics of her locker were very VERY important for making sure that everyone knew she was very cool and very fashionable, obviously

with her territory sufficiently marked, Briar set off to meet her classmates and make some friends

and uh....tpose ? Hey, I guess when the badboy redhead dares you to do something, you do it

so basically the day was going great. Briar strutted into first period, her whole body buzzing with excitement. New classes, new (and old) friends and she was totally ready to crush it

and that was she looked up and saw....him

oh my god...OH MY GOD

it was the guy from the bar, the guy from the bar was her teacher ?!?

Briar couldn't believe it, she'd totally hooked up with her teacher. I mean, she knew he was older, but she hadn't expected to see him bright and early the next morning teaching calc (or whatever the sims version of math is)

jeez, this was gonna make office hours totally awkward

The day passed in agonizing slowness, Briar couldn't even focus on socializing during lunch

Thankfully, Byrd was there to take her mind off of things, although he noticed that his sister was much less talkative than normal and even when he pushed, she wouldn't say why

for some odd reason, when class was back in session that afternoon, Briar sat right in the front row. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that he'd ignored her all morning, maybe it was just self-destructive, but for some reason she wanted him to see her, acknowledge that something had happened between them

But besides this totally pitiful look, he made no sign that he did

Briar had hoped after-school cheer practice would take her mind off the situation but she arrived home still ruminating

There was only one thing left to do; focus all of her energy on her fashion empire !

she designed uggo outfits and modeled them all over Trendi, her followers climbing into the thousands

soon she was shipping clothes all over the US (United Sims), there was no rest for a mogul of Briar's status !

Also erm, slight side note, I think the Trendi site is highkey broken considering she ended up making more money than her mom in a week 0_0

but besides Briar, the whole fam was settling in nicely to life at the moment and particularly enjoying all of the amenities provided in the new house

with all the new space, they could even all hang out in the mornings before school/work

and courtesy of her brand spankin' new pizza oven, Bama got to cook them all delicious homemade pizzas

A pizza-a pie-a *Italian hand motion*

which uhhhhh didn't always go to plan

someone get out a frickin fire extinguisher for plumbobs sake !!!!

ah yeaaa that's more like it

sexy firefighter Ayoze to save the day *smolder*

and in less dangerous news, Bryn and Blythe were loving the treehouse which they took over from their older sibs. They spent most of their free time out there playing together

and Bama was getting acquainted with the pool and a naaaaaaaaasty sunburn LOL

yea she was NOT pleased about that development but ah self-absorbed sims what can ya do about em ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

and luckily for her the entire family was about to get out of the sun for a little bit....

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not me passing the fuck out umm... embarrassing 😬😬😬 BUT ANYWAYS!! HE DID SAY THAT. AND HE LATER TOLD ME OVER (VERY FLUSTERED) TEXT THAT HE DIDN'T MEAN TO SOUND SO MEAN AND HE WOULDN'T DO IT AGAIN AND I HAD TO WRANGLE MYSELF OUT OF SLEEPINESS TO TELL HIM THAT NO. NO. PLEASE KEEP SAYING THAT SHIT. BREAK THAT BREAD, 'CUS SHIT BUTTERS MY BISCUIT.

dude he's built like a fucking freight train. he kinda has a sleeper build i'm ngl but i literally TRIED arching up against him. SEVERAL times. and my ass was not going anywhere 😭😭 I WOULD'VE STAYED THERE IF I DIDN'T HAVE SHIT TO DO IN THE MORNING

yes yes yes!! we went over that in depth (like in Depth. that four hour phone call dedicated to talking out our feelings did not PLAY.) i know I'M a long term type even if i think that ring by spring thing is stupid as fuck, and so we both came to a general consensus of "i think you're cute/have thought so for a while (in his case), but i don't want to put a label on this too early when we're only starting to get to know each other, so for now i'd like to keep being Close Friends with you until we both know what we feel"

YOU'RE GETTING A FRONT ROW SEAT TO OUR WEDDING LMFAO watch me come to your asks one day like a couple months from now like "omi. i have SUCH bad news." ( <- turned out she was in loooove )

I KNOW I KNOWWWWWW life moves on 1.5x speed when you're an olba player fiending for an olba player... this shit gets serious fr! also I WILL BE UPDATING REGULARLY, although i admit i'm partial to the asks solely because now we have a lil audience 😖😖 but if something dm worthy arises then you will be the Very first to know!!!!

OH OH OH THAT REMINDS ME. SARO TEXTED ME A COUPLE MINUTES AFTER I WOKE UP AND ASKED IF I WANTED?? TO GO GROCERY SHOPPING WITH HIM AFTER CLASSES TOMORROW??? UM????? WHERE AM I RN. WHAT IS THIS.

god i hope this is providing good fuel for the cove x reader writers at least bc that's literally how this all started LMFAOOAODFJKDSJF

LMAOO WELL THATS GOOD!! also dw about the audience lol, anything you don't wanna share w everybody (or even me<3) is fine, so don't feel pressured! we've enjoyed the love saga very much so at least come back to tell us you're married with 7 kids and 19 cats 🤭

N YES THIS IS SUCH GOOD FUEL. YOU HAVE ENTERTAINED US AND TICKLED OUT WRITER BRAINS!!! I AM INVESTED!!! THANK YOU FOR SHARING WITH US 💞💞💞

also I will gladly attend your wedding LMAOOO I'll shop for my outfit now, cant be too prepared 🤭

#✧ naeomi chats

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SEASON OF BLOSSOMS

CHAPTER 15 IS UP! ($5 TIER)

Genre: Fantasy Romance Rating: 18+ Elevator Pitch: Bridgerton, but gay and with tieflings. Check out this story’s art under the tag Season of Blossoms

Includes: Mxm, mxf, and nbxm romance, sibling rivalries, romantic drama, fun sexy hijinks all around. This one’s lighter than most of the stuff I write, lol. There is a scene that takes place after an attempted suicide, but I think that’s the only thing that needs to be warned for.

In the nation of Tithly, it is custom that those of marriageable age travel to the city of Philsia for the yearly Season of Blossoms– four summer months of parties meant to provide youth the opportunity to find their spouse. This year will be the first year that all three of the Tsylgahra siblings attend: Mithleem, Anli, and Lisanth.

Three years after his wife’s tragic death, Mithleem has finally decided that he’s ready to start his search for someone new. As one of the top people in his class at the Academy and a successful doctor during his time in the army, he’s a household name and a hot commodity at parties, including one thrown by Tithly’s most renowned painter. There Mithleem is called to the bedside of the painter’s equally famous spouse, Ysaika Talorilau, and it may take someone of Mithleem’s skill to save their life.

Anli’s been to Philsia three times for the Season, but she hasn’t had much luck. This time she meets a young man above her station who shows interest, and despite her misgivings, she’s willing to give him a shot, even if the family’s new steward, Thyla Daschanhildi is quite insistent that Anli deserves better. Anli’s not sure about that, but she knows that Thyla’s only ever been supportive and loyal, sometimes to such a degree that Anli wonders if there’s more to it.

As the youngest Tsylgahra and wild child of the family, Lisanth is interested in racing horses, starting squabbles in the local tavern, and worrying his parents on the nights he doesn’t come home. However, he knows he can’t put off Philsia forever, and at the insistence of his mother, Lisanth grudgingly makes the journey with his siblings to the City in the Sky. There he meets a stranger who wields charm with just a hint of danger. Only later does Lisanth come to realize that the stranger is in fact a prince– Prince Jafkar A’nesh to be exact.

EXCERPT:

Ysaika reached down to rebutton their trousers, then paused. “Would you be able to put another concealment on this mark? It’s unsightly.”

“Unfortunately, no. I told you; your body has absorbed as much magic as it can handle. Anymore will only threaten the work I’ve already done.”

“What if Vupert finds it? Even Garitt could, considering its appearance now.”

“I suppose it’s something you’ll have to figure out.”

��That’s entirely unhelpful.”

Mithleem shrugged.

Ysaika sighed with frustration before standing, letting the blanket fall from their shoulders. Their abdomen muscles squeezed tight and remnants of pain shot up and down their spine for a few steps before they grasped the cane provided by Tsavlund and hobbled toward the foyer. They stopped in the threshold into the sitting room.

“On the matter of payment—” Ysaika began.

“No payment needed,” Mithleem replied. “I already got what I wanted from your husband.”

“Oh.” Ysaika wasn’t sure what the meant, but they were deeply relieved. Garitt controlled all the finances; Ysaika might as well have been a pauper. “That’s—thank you.”

Mithleem nodded, face blank.

“Just one more question.” Ysaika leaned heavily on their cane for a moment as they waited for another wave of pain to pass. “This rotting rune… it was placed on my… well.”

“Uterus.”

“Yes,” Ysaika forced out. These topics did not come easily to them, nor any Phyldathean. “Has this ruined my chances of having children?”

“I assume you can still create children the other way.”

“Not with Garitt, I cannot!”

Mithleem snorted, obviously amused by the idea of Garitt pregnant. “I don’t know. Why, do you want them?”

No. Yes. Not with Garitt. Ysaika had no clue. In a way they wanted the choice removed from them. Let the damn thing be ruined beyond repair. It’d be one less thing Ysaika would have to worry about. But having come from a large family, Ysaika had grown up imagining themself with something similar. They simply could not imagine it with Garitt.

“Garitt already has two children,” Ysaika volunteered as a way of avoiding the question. “From his previous marriage.”

#Season of Blossoms #update #original fiction #excerpt #my writing #Patreon

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The doxxing and stalking is horrible I agree.

I'm just curious if she lie to Ollie/Zak/Franco, that must be really awkward and if is true she kinda a predator sorry specially because she knows Ollie since he was 17, I also read that one of her ex friend is the one who provided all the info (she must be really jealous lolol) and she really REALLY must wants to be a wag.

On another note I just find out that Carlos and Heidi (Daniel gf) used to hangout 👀 those boys really date the same 5 girls (beside leclerc who just date the same friend group), and Kelly used to like and comment Lewis posts too.

There's was this girl that commented on Alexandra tiktok saying 'Trying to bestfriend Alex to date Charles in 3 years' and she blocked her 💀.

I’m not comfortable calling people predators when I don’t know them, or the situation. The age of consent in the UK is 16 so legitimately, legally, she is not a predator.

Beyond that, I don’t know her. I don’t know him. I do know that people who have been in adult environments, and who have shouldered the responsibility of genuine careers from the time they were 12/13 have a different view of the world, and different experiences. Ollie Bearman at 17 was driving vehicles in front of thousands of people, travelling the world by himself, holding his own amongst grown men, dictating the direction of millions of euros and thousands of man hours. His girlfriend is in law school. It’s not like she’s a grown ass woman who plucked a kid out of his A Level drama class. And I say that without knowing these people, just from an outside view. So yeah, I’m not comfortable assuming she is a predatory person. And that is in part because I don’t agree that anyone should have to read that about a partner that they are happy with.

Sad af that she has friends like that but honestly people change the second you have something they want.

Lol tbf they date the girls who have paddock passes and are around. When did they hang out though? Pre Isa? But we know Mick hung out with Luisa, obviously Kelly used to date Daniil (still can’t believe she was in Lewis’s likes honey nooo), George dated Nyck’s sister…it’s brutal out there lol. Except for Charles, who dates in his own tiny pond.

I feel bad for Alex that there’s a narrative she was Charlotte’s friend, because they weren’t friends. I think Alex was friendly/had classes with Charlotte’s sister. For sure they knew each other but literally everyone in Monaco knows each other so Charles will end up with a girl that knows all these girls most likely. They’re not necessarily snaking each other. They do seem happy, and for now she has the flexibility to travel with him so good for them.

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lovethesagefan · 11 months ago

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ELA!!!

When I first taught 7th grade, I really didn't want to take the position. I had my heart on secondary, but the field was glutted, thus when the position came to me I took it. Of course, I never knew I would fall totally in love with the people I worked with. I loved the kids. Back then, I was free to experiment and try new things. Now, there are so many hoops and district steps to follow.

I am supposed to be DES Social Studies. I do have a little regret for not just taking the position, but I never thought the district would pull it away from me. The deal looked great for me. All the perks and none of the stress. And then it happened.

"Mr. Norah, since our ELA hasn't cleared yet, we are wondering could you cover the class, just for today?" In the school orientation I attended for free (no pay), I had to come up with an adjective to go with my first name. I chose "Cooperative Charlton". When you choose a name like that, people are expecting big things from you. So of course, social studies could wait. Did I have any lessons or materials? No, I couldn't even get into their fancy new cloud oriented platform. The children and I sorta just looked at each other until we each went our separate ways. Then Day 2 dawned.

The AP, whom I know very well from out battles on the Mock Trial stage, asked me again, would I cover the class. The teacher is coming. He promised. I said "Sure! I need lessons." The lesson was on analyzing a text using R.A.C.E. (Restate the question, Answer the question, Cite examples, and provide Evidence to support the examples) There was a Power Point. I showed and gave my usual eclectic style of teaching. I did mesmerized them. At least the first two classes. I got pulled and returned to my home.

Today, I was back in ELA for the entire day. Apparently, old age hasn't diminished my teaching abilities. I had to teach about POV or Point of View. So I my own nascent book writing as an example of POV and how I could be the narrator. I even mused about using my desk to drive the story. They were enthralled. Many wondered if I was going to include THEM in the book. I told them I couldn't used them by name or else I would have to pay them. LOL! But the teacher I am and the teacher I always will be gave it a try. We discussed disgusting foods and I discussed my trips to Paris and by passing the plate of escargot. Then they began to write. And for the most part no problems. In 5th block or period, I had this one child who didn't take direction too well. I had to go old school and isolate their seating. I ended up having to send the child away to another room. Some thing never change.

My return to the arena have me in uncharted territory. I am too old for this I think. I am dealing with students who have problems that would break my heart. I sit here now asking God, why me? The administration believes I am a Godsend. My job is to provide stability and give guidance. I sometimes think I am not up to the task. These kids whom for many are homeless come to school for their own stability. I am beginning to listen to some of them. In me, they see a teacher who isn't afraid to be silly in order to tell a story. I hope they see a person who even if he's using his angry voice, is still on their side and rooting for their success.

This is when I do know. Yes, I am dealing with students. Yes, I am supposed to impart knowledge. Yes, I am suppose to care for these to whom will become The Horde. They just don't know it yet! Maybe I can still turn them.

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Hmm, lol before I come in with the clutch and post my last minute halloween stuff 🥹🥹🥹 (my dias de los muertos buff *dabs* ✨) I thought it'd be fun to post my abandoned drafts cause why not? Insert my suffering and pain for my baby bat Korra sequel..... 🫴🫴🫴

Draft A: Ever since Korra was exposed… she has been running away from Asami left and right whenever she could. It was a miracle they didn't have the same major or classes but even so, for whatever reason or ‘coincidences’ out there, Korra would always run into Asami in the hallways. Never had she ever had to bolt out of class the moment they were dismissed and practically haul ass home.

Of course… their so-called discussion (aka, blackmail) didn't end horribly. Hell, said contract landed in Korra’s favor and the conditions pretty much gave her this weird cushion of security. For a human, Asami was unexpectedly fair meaning she was extra suspicious. Korra couldn't trust completely her despite how nice she was.

Her feet were practically stomping left and right. This was the last obstacle Korra needed to pass, the quad, before she was in the clear. She ducked her head any possible covering and there it was, the bus! At last, all she needed to do was hop on board and boom! Freedom! But of course… just as she turned the corner past some snack stand, she yelled as if she had run into some murderer.

“AAAHHHHHH!”

Asami twitched as she raised an eyebrow. “You okay Korra?”

Korra immediately whimpered and winced in place as shrunk as small as she could. “Y-Y-Y-Yeah? D-D-Did you— w-want something?” She stuttered as her face quickly ran pale.

That sweet smile made Korra whimper more.

“No, I was just wondering if you wanted to get a cup of tea or coffee, my treat of course.” When Korra didn't respond, Asami frowned before she noticed something. “You're a little pale…” she reached out to touch Korra’s cheek. “And cold too.”

Her touch made Korra jump.

“I-I'm okay!”

AN: This idea was actually my 2nd one and was super cute but the problem was I couldn't think what would happen next (as usual) LOL. I probably would have just went down this route but a friend gave me some ideas and I just went with it 😭 and now here's the 1st draft that was utter garbage 🗑️✨

Draft B: It’s been a week since Korra’s identity got exposed and the only thing Korra had to say about Asami was that she was one intimidating woman. She could never let her parents find out that a human had the upper hand against her. She’d be screwed and never allowed out of her village again! When Korra reluctantly told Asami as much as she could without spilling too many details, they ended up forming a basic contract.

A contract that was in her favor weirdly enough.

Was it basically blackmail though? Probably.

However, Korra was in no situation to argue. Despite how bad the situation seemed, Asami was more of an angel than she could ever imagine. Suspiciously enough, it didn’t seem as if this human had any ill intent toward her, rather, pure curiosity. She wasn't unreasonable with her claims and well, it didn't seem like Asami wanted to cause Korra any harm. So… the contract was simple really.

Rule 1:

Asami will not expose Korra’s secret.

Rule 2:

Korra will not endanger Asami.

Rule 3:

Whenever Korra has the urge to transform, she must inform Asami asap.

Rule 4:

Asami will assist Korra in protecting her identity.

Rule 5:

Asami will provide blood for Korra if needed with consent.

AN: Need I say more? It was like a start but not a start I wanted to continue 🥹😂 Anywho, here's how it turned out so check it out to see what I actually wrote ⬇️

#legend of korra #fanfic #korrasami #2023 in hallow spirits #scrapped ideas #deleted drafts

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queenimmadolla · 3 years ago

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𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 ─ 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 '𝟖𝟔

(young parents!eddie munson x reader)

more dad!eddie and pennyverse entries can be found on my masterlist

summary: After taking a pregnancy home test for funsies, you find out that you’re actually pregnant. The scariest part isn’t even the completely unexpected pregnancy, it’s telling Eddie.

warnings: use of an 80s pregnancy test, pregnancy (obvs), mention of periods, not much else.

a/n: based on this request and also based in the pennyverse (see masterlist). i usually always use up my friends’ extra pregnancy tests when they take them, so I’ve developed an irrational fear of this happening to me after writing it out lol. and i still can’t use the keep reading tab bc tumblr eats sections of my fics that i try to use it on so sorry about that and sorry about the formatting, tumblr also refuses to post this if I remove so much as a space. enjoy! let me know what you think (don’t be a dick)! 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

You were sat inside of the tub—void of any water—and had been for the past hour and a half. It was anything but comfortable. You weren’t paying attention to the ache in your back though, too focused on the vial you held between you fingers, rolling it between your middle and thumb finger while you were careful to avoid spilling the liquid it contained.

How you hadn’t thrown it out of your bedroom window yet, you had no clue. After all, it did kind of betray you. Nancy had a scare with Jonathan about two days prior and you’d gone with her to the pharmacy to pick up a couple of tests, held her hand as she panicked about how she couldn’t put off school to raise a baby but the liquid in her vial remained clear, and so did the next one she tried. While she’d been significantly relieved at the negative results, she couldn’t risk her mom finding the tests so you’d taken the remainder of them (she’d purchased six in total, talk about overdoing it) with the intentions of throwing them out. Then your stupid curiosity got the best of you. You blamed it on how interesting the actual test looked. While you had hated chemistry class, messing with actual liquids, chemicals, vials, and bunsen burners during the labs had greatly amused you.

The pregnancy test looked much too similar to a couple of those components, so you couldn’t resist. You’d peed in the tray, mixed it in with the clear liquid you’d poured into the provided vial, waited a couple of minutes for everything to combine and settle in there, then you placed a drop of the solution into the mixture. The result was unfortunately instant. You’d been fully expecting the same result as Nancy while you prepared the test but to your complete and utter surprise, the liquid in your vial turned a dark shade of blue. And so did the next one, and the one after that, and the last one. You were glad you’d chosen to do this at your parents’ house, you hadn’t wanted Eddie to get the wrong idea and your parents’ still had a room for you but you were interested in the ensuite bathroom connected to it—or else Eddie would have stumbled upon you passed out in the trailer.

You’d settled into the bathtub when it felt like your legs were going to give in as reality shifted around you. What the FUCK? You hadn’t even missed your periods! Sure, they never really came on time but that was because they’d always been irregular ever since Aunt Flo’s first visit! They’d been pretty light and brief, but that still had to count for something right? You groaned as you sunk further down in the tub, recalling all the times you and Eddie had neglected to use protection. You’d been on the pill since before you two even got together (that’s a different story, though) and sure, he occasionally wore a condom but that accounted for only about 15% of the times you had sex. The rest of the times, you’d simply put your faith in your little blue pill. How ironic was it that your birth control was the same color as the positive pregnancy result? Maybe you could laugh about it in the future, but for now, you were panicking about what to do next. You’d only been out of school for about five months, having graduated alongside the majority of your friends and your now-husband in June, and you hadn’t enrolled in a college because—well, you had no idea what you wanted to study or even if you wanted to study anything, so you’d chosen a job instead, which meant school wouldn’t be a problem for you. But telling your husband would be. You’d gotten married the same night of graduation, moved in (officially) with him and Wayne about a week later and you’d been in the honeymoon phase since. Wayne had started sleeping over a couple of trailer’s down at Maude Maple’s—you couldn’t blame him, Eddie wasn’t exactly quiet when you fucked—she was conveniently all alone after her son went away for college in the early fall and had taken quite the liking to her faithful neighbor who never failed to come to her rescue when some appliance of her’s ‘broke down’, meaning you and Eddie had the whole trailer to yourself the majority of the time. That’s probably how you ended up in this situation.

You’d have to tell Eddie. You shot up in the tub, gripping the side with your freehand as a wave of nausea turned in your stomach and you were pretty sure it didn’t have anything to do with pregnancy symptoms. What would he do? What would he say? Would he leave you? Did he even want a baby right now? Of course not, he had ambitions and a baby would halt those! Yes, you talked about having kids before, but it was always future plans. This was happening right now.

You stood up, climbing out of the tub before you capped the vial. You hid it in one of the pockets lining your bag before you quickly got rid of the rest of the evidence, flushing other positive tests and loading your purse with all the trash to discard in a bin somewhere far from your parents’ house and the trailer, where no one could tie it back to you. Wait a minute, you thought as you clutched your bag to your chest. Pregnancy tests give false positives all the time! Maybe I just got a bad batch. Yeah, that’s it! I’ll just go to my doctor, and have this all blown over. You hadn’t experienced any symptoms (that couldn’t be blamed on PMS) and you didn’t feel any different, so could you really be pregnant? —

You were pregnant.

Not only had your doctor confirmed it, but she’d also informed you that you were about 22 weeks along. Even if you had wanted to get an abortion (which you hadn’t really considered seeing as how you had no idea you were pregnant until that morning), you wouldn’t be able to unless you had a serious medical condition. You’d tried to somehow argue your way out of her diagnosis, or whatever it was, by pointing out that your stomach was still normal, no major change to it as in no abnormally protruding baby bump but she’d informed you that your baby was most likely just nestled in there and, while it was rare, sometimes people didn’t show until late in their pregnancy. Then she’d weighed you and you were indeed a couple of pounds over, compared to what you could remember weighing last. And your periods? She chalked that up to hormone changes after she asked if you’d been experiencing any extreme changes in mood and you’d been able to recall the random bouts of frustration, irritation, sudden sadness, and yeah, that made sense. She’d said it’d most likely stop once you started relaxing.

If that hadn’t been proof enough for you, the figure on your sonogram was, along with the heartbeat you’d heard during the brief ultrasound. That had to have been the scariest part; you’d been expecting to see a tiny little blob—your fetus at an early stage—but your fetus was far enough developed to resemble a freaking baby and you just couldn’t wrap your head around actually being pregnant, a baby was inside of you at that very moment. Thinking about it made your brain produce no thoughts, just white noise.

You didn’t go home to Eddie that night, choosing to return back to your parents’ where you faked coming down with something and your mother insisted—like you knew she would—that you stay the night. You took dinner in your room, had your mom tell Eddie you weren’t feeling good and were sleeping it off—not a total lie—when he inevitably called. It was pretty shitty of you but you didn’t know what else to do and hiding out at your childhood home was your only way of avoiding your husband.

You hadn’t been able to sleep. Not with what you now knew. Almost hesitantly, you unbuttoned the shirt of your ridiculous, Winnie the Pooh pajamas and rested your palm just below your belly button, trying to feel any movement from the baby growing there.

While you couldn’t feel anything on the outside, your mind wandered to last week, when you’d been laying on your tummy and felt an odd sensation that you attributed to a silent stomach rumble—though it didn’t feel much like your stomach—, your body just letting you know you were hungry. It had happened a couple more times—all of which you’d been stomach down—and now you were sure it had been the baby inside of you, maybe protesting about being squished. You certainly wouldn’t be sleeping on your stomach anymore, now that you were aware of the new resident in your womb.

It didn’t even surprise you that you were starting to think of ways to go about making sure your baby was okay in there; while you were scared shitless as most unexpected first time moms-to-be are, there was part of you that wanted to know more about that little human growing inside of you. Would they look more like Eddie or more like you? Would they have his pretty, baby cow eyes or would they have yours? And what about the hair, would it be more like yours or more like his messy curls? Then you warmed, because you had a part of him literally inside of you; you were carrying his baby. While the news of your pregnancy had been daunting to say the least, you were finding that you didn’t completely fear the idea of it. No, what you feared was Eddie’s reaction.

You were thinking of ways you could somehow avoid him, though you knew you wouldn’t be able to for long. You weren’t showing yet but you would be, probably sooner rather than later. If, for some reason, he didn’t notice—someone else would and word would get back to him.

Frustrated with your predicament, you grabbed one of your throw pillows from next to you and held it over your face to muffle your screams. The sound of knuckles rapping against your window interrupted you and you froze, blood running cold. There was only one person it could be, and it was the very person you didn’t want to actively see at the moment.

You were positive he could see you, though, and you didn’t want him to think you were trying to smother yourself to death so you reluctantly set the pillow back in it’s place at your side and got up to confront your fears, if not for you then for the little one inside you. Eddie was grinning as you approached your window, pulling it open before stepping back so he could climb in.

“Hey, Thumper,” he greeted as he righted himself, stretching his arms up after he’d kicked off his shoes and shrugged his jacket off. Once he was standing at full height, he leaned back against the window frame, pretty doe eyes taking you in from head to toe, “How you feelin’? You okay, baby?”

“I’m all right, Bambi,” you lied, willing your body to relax. “My head hurts, that’s all.”

Eddie eyed you skeptically before he closed the distance between you two, hands moving up to cradle your face as he leaned in for a kiss. Like butter, you melted; eyes fluttering shut as your body fully relaxed and your mind went all fuzzy. You’d been married for six months now and you were beginning to realize the effect he had on you would never go away. Unless he did. Your anxiety came rushing right back and you pulled away, breaking the kiss.

“What are you doing here?” You rushed to ask, taking note of the concern written on his face as he stared down at you. “I was worrying myself sick about you. I knew you weren’t feeling good, plus I can’t sleep without you, so if the mountain won’t come to Muhammad. . .”

“I’m pregnant,” you blurted out, posture stiff and awkward as you stared back up at him with wide eyes. You hadn’t meant to say it, it kind of just came out on its own but now that it was out there, there was no taking it back.

You studied his face, your heartbeat pounding against your chest with the suspense as you watched his eyebrow quirk up, his pink lips parting slightly in surprise.

Eddie swallowed hard once, mouth continuing to open and close like he was a fish instead of a human, “I’m sorry—what?”

He opened the flood gates again, you couldn’t contain the word vomit, you just kept talking, “I’m pregnant. Like, I am really pregnant, man. I only literally just found out and I was thinking maybe the home tests were bad—all four of them—but they were not because I went to the doctor since I couldn’t believe it ‘cause I didn’t know I was pregnant but she said I was and then I saw it for myself and now I am actively aware of the baby inside me like some sort of chest hugger—except it’s in my womb and I’m gonna have to give birth and I am really freaking the fuck out because I don’t know what we’re gonna do since we didn’t exactly talk about having a baby right away and I know you had plans and this is kind of getting in the way of them and that’s what I didn’t want because I want you to do everything you love and I wanna be by your side while you do it and I’m not gonna lie, I actually wouldn’t mind having this baby since it’s me and you but I don’t want you to leave me over this—“

You were silenced when Eddie gently placed his palm over your mouth, effectively stopping your verbal onslaught and keeping you from working yourself into a panic attack.

“Hey, hey—hey, you gotta calm down, honey. You’re upsetting yourself,” his hand slid from over your mouth to the back of your neck, rubbing at the tense muscles there. “Breathe for me, baby.”

You knew he was right, you were practically shaking in your fuzzy socks. You took a couple of deep breaths, trying to calm your breathing while Eddie mumbled encouraging words, pressing kisses to your forehead until you’d managed to get somewhat of a hold on yourself. Eddie would hold the rest of you together, like he always did. You wrapped your arms around his middle, snuggling into his chest.

Eddie indulged you, soothing you with cuddles before he pulled back just enough to look at you, while he had managed to calm you down, you could still see the surprise in his dark gaze as he whispered, “You-You’re pregnant?”

You feared your mouth would run free again, so you remained silent, nodding a couple of times as you nibbled on your lower lip, waiting for Eddie to lose it, to blow a gasket. Seeing you this upset pained Eddie. He could see the fear in your glossy eyes, the quiver in your plump lower lip as you stared up at him, waiting for his response. He tried not to take it personal, knew where your insecurities lied and how much you valued him over yourself. If there was one thing Eddie wished he could change, it’d be the way you saw yourself. He wished you could see yourself through his eyes; you were absolutely perfect to and for him. He couldn’t imagine life without you and he didn’t ever want to, so the notion that he would even consider leaving you was blasphemy. He wouldn’t have done it if you weren’t pregnant. Had this happened in high school or something, he might have freaked out a little but he still wouldn’t have ever considered leaving you.

Now, it just seemed like the opportune time for this exact scenario. You were already married, so people couldn’t say Baby Munson was a bastard and kids came next after marriage, right? It didn’t matter when you two had them—to him, at least. He knew he’d be a good dad, he wouldn’t be anything like his. Not the bad parts of him. And Eddie knew you’d be an amazing mother, had seen you handle the kid part of your friend group plenty of times.

When he said your name, so tenderly, it made you want to cry, and a tear did slip down your cheek but Eddie was quick to halt it, wiping it away with his thumb, “Listen to me, ‘kay? I’m uh—I’m definitely a little shocked, but there isn’t even a small percentage of me that doesn’t want to have a mini you running around. And my plans? Baby, you are my plans. From the moment I hung out with you in the back of my van at that shitty party, I knew I needed you in my life. Now, you are my life. The only plans I have, are to live happily ever after—and all that gooey, sappy shit I’ll never publicly admit to loving—with you. Everything else that happens is filler stuff, okay? You—and you,” he reached a hand down to rest again the skin of your stomach, rings cool against your flesh, still exposed as your shirt had remained unbuttoned, “—are the only things that matter to me. I love you, and every extension of you—of us.”

You sniffled, nodding your head a couple of times again before he leant down and you met him halfway, lips pressing together in a messy kiss, wet with your tears and Eddie’s. You pulled away once you realized he was crying, too, but he rushed to wipe his tears away, bashful. “Shut up, I have the right to be a little emotional, okay? It’s just been confirmed to me that I’m gonna be a dad, that’s some pretty big, fucking good news.”

You leaned in to kiss a stray tear off his cheek, licking it off your lips as you peered up at him in curiosity, “Confirmed?”

Eddie laughed as you squinted up at him, pressing another kiss to your forehead, “You nearly bit Argyle’s head off when he brought that pizza to movie night last month, baby.” “He forgot the bell peppers after I called him multiple times to remind him!” “And when you were helping Will out with his art project, you kept crying because it made you emotional,” he added, recalling the way you were silently crying as you painted the area of the canvas Will had asked you to touch up. “It was a very moving scene he depicted!” “Not to mention how many times I’ve cum in you. Honestly, the only reason I’m surprised is because I kind of expected this to happen sooner.”

You winced as his brazen words, normally they got the waterpark down there flowing but you could tell he was trying to get a reaction out of you, “Jesus, Eddie. Your breeding kink is showing.”

He winked, walking you backwards towards the bed, though it didn’t seem like his intentions were sexual, or at least not as sexual as he usually was when he fully intended on ravaging you. Once you fell back onto it, he clambered over you, hands moving either side of your night shirt away. He pressed a kiss to both of your breasts, mumbling a quick ‘my girls!’ before he focused his attention on the lower part of your stomach, suddenly fascinated at the sight of it.

“So, there’s a baby in there?” He asked, index finger trailing circles over your soft skin, just above your pelvis and the hem of your pajama pants.

“Mhm,” you hummed, then you remembered the sonogram and threw him off of you to run to your purse. Eddie watched you in amusement, lounging on his side, as you dug around in it. Once you’d found both the vial and the sonogram, you returned to the bed, crawling next to him as you handed him both. “What’s this?” He asked, admiring the blue liquid in the sealed vial.

“Chemicals and stuff, I’m pretty sure, and my pee.” He didn’t miss a beat, “That’s really hot.”

“Shut up, it’s my pregnancy test,” suddenly, Eddie was cradling it in his palm like it was the most precious thing in the world, “and this is your kid.”

You held the sonogram up and Eddie stared at it with wonderment, carefully setting the vial down on your old nightstand before he reached for the sonogram. You let him pluck it from your grasp, watching him in slight awe yourself, as he stared hard at it, easily able to make out the baby’s shape despite the lack of decent lighting. He trailed a finger over it gently, as if he was actually stroking his baby instead of outlining his baby’s form in the sonogram picture. When he looked back at you, his eyes were shining with the promise of more tears as he whispered, “This is our baby?” You nodded as your own eyes began to gloss over, choked up at how much Eddie seemed to love the little one growing inside of you already, “That’s our baby.”

“Holy shit,” He mumbled, gaze focused on the sonogram again before he seemed to come to some sort of realization and his head snapped back to you. “H-How far along are you?”

You pinched your bottom lip between your fingers, nervously as you answered, “Uhm, she said I’m about 22 weeks along now.”

You really loved Eddie’s eyes, so big, brown and pretty, but as big as they were, they could definitely get bigger. Like they were right then as he silently mouthed the latter half of your sentence before he found his voice again, “22 weeks? That’s—That’s five months!” You nodded in agreement, watching as he went through the same sort of emotions you had when the doctor had told you. “That only gives us like what—four months to prepare? Fuck, I have to baby proof so many things, and I have to build a crib, we’ve got to get carseats, what else do we need to raise a baby?”

“We can figure it out in the morning, I am ready to collapse,” you laughed as you took the sonogram from his hand and placed it on the nightstand near your pregnancy test before you pushed him back into the pillows, and unbuttoned his jeans. Eddie lifted his hips to allow you to tug them off and discard them at the end if your bed, then you curled into your place at his side, face nuzzling into the crook of his neck as you inhaled his scent; woodsy (curtesy of the cheap cologne he used), with the slight scent of marijuana but you were even more pleased when you didn’t smell any traces of cigarettes, he’d given them up two months ago. You cuddled for a few minutes, but the exhaustion of the day was finally catching up to you. Eddie’s hand stroked over your back, lulling you further to sleep. Before you could fully slip under though, he asked, “Did you happen to find out the sex?” “Mhm,” You mumbled, sleepily as you pressed a lazy kiss to his collar bone.

“You gonna share with the class?” You could hear the amusement in his voice and you smiled against his skin at the mere thought of the pretty grin he no doubt had on his face. Eddie loved to talk to you when you were on the cusps of sleep for some reason. Thought it was endearing. “‘M not in school,” you slurred, eyes fluttering shut completely. “How are you such a smartass even when you’re half asleep?” He chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You chuckled along with him, snuggling further into him. He thought you’d finally fallen asleep after you didn’t answer him, but he was rewarded five minutes later when you mumbled out, “’S a girl.”

A girl. He was gonna be a dad to a little girl. Eddie closed his eyes and he could practically envision her, a little miniature version of you; with your cute nose and your pretty features. Would she have your eyes or his? Would her hair be as unruly as his or more like yours? Maybe if he put a headset over your tummy and played some cool tunes, she’d come out with an appreciation for Metallica. He’d thought four months was pretty soon, earlier, but now it seemed like a century away, he was already eager to meet her. Soon, he mused, a hand moving to rest over your stomach.

Soon.

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The Sith Lord’s Ingeneue// Ch 4

Vader x Reader

A/N: hey guys!! i have not forgotten abt this story haha, i have the final chapter written so now it’s a matter of filling the plot to get it to that point lol, thank you guys for all of the support and staying with me through chaotic times!!

Insecurities and doubt shroud you and the Sith Lord that you are fraternizing with

Warnings: cannon typical violence, death, cursing, abuse

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You woke up disoriented.

You didn’t remember going to bed; wait, this wasn't your bed. Where were you?

You slowly propped yourself up in the circular bed and looked down. A long, thick black cape was laid over your body. You examined the fabric closer, it seemed to be a unique blend, it was thick but not too warm.

You slowly got out of bed and made your way to a vanity on the other side of the room. There was a familiar envelope waiting on the dresser.

Oh, right.

Your heart began to quicken as you remembered where you were and who brought you there. You remembered the “shrine” and began to panic.

No.

F/N, you need to calm down. What if he sensed your discomfort?

You knew you had to play the game until you fully understood your situation.

You continued to read the letter, inside it gave directions on what to do. You were to get dressed then contact him via intercom when you were ready.

He provided you with a new outfit, which was hanging off a hook near the bed. As you took it off the hanger you noticed it was far more elegant than anything the empire ever provided.

The style reminded you of the beautiful fashion of the upper class on Coruscant when you were younger. The color of the garment was a mixture of soft blues, silvers, creams, and whites. It was honestly gorgeous, a part of you was quite excited to wear it.

Once you had the outfit on, you looked at yourself in the mirror.

You barely even recognized yourself, The beautiful fabric cascaded off of your body and yet, still clung to all the right places, you looked desirable, but still elegant. Never in your life had you had an opportunity to wear such fashion.

Your curiosity got the better of you and you wanted to get a better look at where you were, so you gathered your confidence as you gripped the door knob to the other room.

Slowly you turned the shimmering knob and silently passed through the doorway. There was a short narrow hall connecting the two rooms, you tip-toed down the hall until you reached an archway into the new room.

You peered inside and saw him.

He stood by what looked like a mechanic’s bench. His back was turned to you, and for the first time you saw him without his cape. You never noticed how broad his back was, he was so large, even without the cape.

You silently watched him tinker with some tools at his table. He pressed some buttons on a panel in the wall and then began to remove his helmet.

Your eyes widened. Under the mask he was pale and scarred. He wasn’t as imposing without his signature covering.

You crept closer to him to try and get a better look at his face, but you bumped into an end table causing him to whip his head towards you.

He made a face and stood. He held out a gloved hand any soon as you were being lifted in place. He stomped towards you after he put his helmet back on.

“What do you think you're doing?!!?” he demanded. Your eyes were wide and you were shaking.

“I-I’m sorry I was just coming out here to-”

“Did I not tell you to alert me once you were dressed ?”

“Yes-”

“You deliberately disobeyed me!” his voice boomed through the room.

He had you cornered against the wall and you cowered under him, the intense weight of the force still pressing upon your chest.

“I’m sorry my Lord!” you exclaimed, fear in your eyes as the pressure continued to press on you.

His gloved hand shook, before he quickly released his hold and you fell against the wall, panting. You flinched as the dark figure advanced towards you; he bent down and you shut your eyes.

Instead of a crushing feeling, he gently collected you into his stiff arms and held you tight. His mechanic breathing, rhythmically whirred in your ear. He was so close.

What was his angle?

“I… I apologize”

You pulled back to look into the dark tinted lenses of his helmet, “what?”

“I do not mean to harm you…in any way.”

He…apologized?

Before you could collect your thoughts to speak, he stood.

“Come, we should return”

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Weeks went by and the routine of him taking you into the room and working together proceeded. After the incident with his mask, it took him more coaxing to get personal with you, of course he still held you in a higher regard than anyone else, but there was definitely an unspoken barrier.

You know that you were scared and shocked initially, but since you began working under him, he had been understanding and in his own way, sweet.

You started becoming relatively comfortable with him; sharing your feelings with him and even finding yourself not minding his stoic personality. So, why was he not opening up?

If only you knew it was simply the sith lord’s own insecurities keeping himself from you. As much as he wanted-

No.

Needed you, he couldn't bear the thought of you leaving if you saw his face.

It was a miracle that you stuck it out through his stunted emotions and brooding personality, so what if his face was the last straw? He couldn't bear if you hated him, he couldn't lose you and he didn’t know if he had it in him to kill you if things went south.

So he kept a decent distance, he still interacted and doted on you (in his own cold way) of course, but he was reluctant to take his helmet off again. As much as you reassured him you wouldn’t run. He wanted to believe your pretty words, but he was so afraid…

You, on the other hand, feared something else; since he became colder after the mask incident and didn’t seem to reciprocate your attempts of opening up you became more concerned for your safety.

What if he was getting over you? What if he was getting tired of you? What if he planned to kill you?

So, when he was on a mission in another system you confided in one of your acquaintances in a higher sector and told them of the odd room Vader and you would retire to.

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Today he accompanied you to the secluded room and relaxed (as well as a Sith lord could) as you tinkered with some new materials he got for you.

Suddenly a knock was heard on the hidden door on the opposite side of the room and both you and Vader snapped your heads towards the door.

No one knew this place existed, but maybe some people saw Vader coming here to drop off his gifts for you.

You met the dark lenses of Vader’s helmet and gave him a confused look before he nodded to you and motioned the door open. In came a small squad of troopers who looked very confused.

“is this the door the commander told us to go through?” one said, quite puzzled.

“What is this place?”

“Maker! Its Lord Vader” another exclaimed

They all spun around to face him as he rose from the chair he had recently occupied.

Your heart began to palpate as he approached the bunch, you knew of his temper but you could also tell these troopers were genuinely confused and made an honest mistake.

You prayed that he wouldn’t hurt them, you really hoped he was becoming more reasonable after spending so much time with you. Maybe you were rubbing off on hi-

Crack

The first trooper in the squad dropped to the floor, his neck bent in an unnatural way. The other three tried to leave, but Vader slid the large steel door crushing the trooper closest to leaving.

“Vader!” you pleaded.

He snapped his head to you and spoke very matter-of-factly, “These insubordinates should not be in an unauthorized area”.

You shook your head and stood from the bench, “please”.

The two troopers who were left, anxiously looked between you and the Sith parallel to you.

Vader shot you a look that meant for you to shut up, but you continued despite his warning.

“They clearly didn’t mean to come in here.. They didn’t know”

“Y/N do not tell me how to deal with these defectors. I would rather not argue with you, we both know who would win” his deep voice rang.

He was right, he would absolutely destroy you. A part of you broke inside, no matter how much you thought you knew him or how close you thought you were getting, he was still just a violent man and you were stuck in a toxic.. Whatever this weird thing between the two of you was…

Suddenly you felt so small, so helpless… these troopers were being killed because they accidentally entered during Vader and your time… their blood was on your hands just as much as they were on his. The warm feeling of tears ran down your face.

On the other side of the room, Vader's crimson saber ignited as he neared the two armored men. He glanced your way for a moment and you weakly pleaded one last time before he turned back to the men under him.

With one strike both troopers were split in half and their lifeless bodies clamored to the floor beneath you.

Vader turned and approached you, his saber still lit. You sobbed and turned your face away as he held the saber uncomfortably close to your neck.

“Do you not see what I do for you? And yet you are still not contempt.”

What was he talking about? you didn’t ask these troopers to find you and him, you didn’t want him to hate you…

“Your acquaintance in sector 250” he spoke

No.

“It seem that you conspired with her against me”

Maker, No.

“What?” It sounded more like a plea than a question.

‘Don’t lie to me y/n” his voice boomed.

“My Lord, I don’t understand- I-I Never asked her to send anyone, I never said I wasn’t contempt!”

“Well you must have told her some incriminating information to garner her sending a unit here. No one knows about this place but you. And me.”

You felt a shiver go down your spine.

“And since you enlightened her as to our space, she had to be dealt with accordingly”

No.

“You cannot fathom how extremely fortunate you are that I hold you in such high regards” he spat.

"Now I expect this room to be clean by our next session tomorrow.”

You brushed away your tears and tried to grasp everything that just occurred.

“If you had stayed loyal to me, their lives would have never been in jeopardy,” he spoke and you turned your attention to his helmet

“Their blood is on your hands,” is all he said before retracting his saber and swiftly storming out of the room.

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