#(she herself being at the center of another world's problems? is so KNEW TO HER)

[lumitris]

Lumine's relationship with Teyvat is so COMPLEX regardless of which twin route she goes down and fuck man, I really adore Lumine as a character and it hurts. One day I will either write an entire hc or write her bio fleshed out af.

[thefriendoforatioisdead]

I think there is something quite brutal for Anin to realize that she can't solve everything. Because she's a problem solver, she prides herself in being Pin's courageous hero, and even if most of the time she just uses her privileges and the power she has over her brother and father, she still got away with everything, and obtained what she wanted. And I think she truly believed that the power of their love might be enough, because it's so strong, how could anything resist it ?

But the truth is that sometimes, nothing is stronger than social pressure. And although she was starting to realize that, and things were looking bleak, at least she knew Pin was going to fight alongside her. Until she wasn't. And then she was alone. And she probably felt like maybe all this time, Pin never loved her as much as she claimed she did, because otherwise, she would fight, wouldn't she ? Anin can't see and can't understand Pin' point of view just yet, because she feels too much pain, and she probably feels so so alone.

And that's what really hurts in the ''I find myself inferior to every man in this world''. She is the princess, she's the center of her family's world. She has everything. And her and Pin's love is beyond everything. But none of it matters, and none of it has weight in the face of society and its rules. When it comes to loving another woman, loving Pin, she will always be inferior to every man in this world. You can be anyone, you still can't escape the mechanisms.

[sunriseseance]

Promo Theory Brain Dump

I Have Thoughts and now I am making that other people's problem.

GENERAL THOUGHTS: I think this season is going to center around the fact that you cannot just paint over the cockroaches in your life and have them go away. They got rid of their powers, they have lives to live, and by all rights they should be happy. They're not, and it's because their trauma still exists, and they are still the Hargreeves (even if they do not want to be). I think being without their marigolds is killing them. I think the universe is probably tearing itself apart in some way or another. I think that's why this mysterious subway exists. They CANNOT escape their pain, they have to actually face it. Which is why I think their powers come back wrong/weird/better when they do get them back. Will they end up in the original timeline? Who knows. But I think they are going to have to actually, materially confront their shitty father and the shit they've gone through in order to save the world. What will that look like? I don't know, but it seems they have a ways to go given that they are still DOING SHIT WITH HIM!!! I am excited to see, and to hear any thoughts y'all may have. Ok, theories under the readmore.

One last trip to the moon 🌚:

Luther....@anglophile-rin said stripper and that was my first thought as well. HE's got the ones in his pants, he's covering his crotch, he's holding the umbrella in a kind of salacious way. We see the one dollar bills, he is number one, and he is outweighing his space helmet full of cash. Why? It's a deliberate choice that they did not have to make. He sits on a lot of sitting surfaces very normally. They chose for the balance to be off, which I think means it matters. I think it is about internal balance, or perhaps self worth. He is figuring out that he is more than the moon trip, finally unpacking it (as it seems this season is circling back to a lot of life and trauma from season one). I think there is also something to the fact that they used the moon with the face. Personifying it. And maybe he's a stripper.

One last slice and dice 🔪

Diego is split between two worlds. He has the boxes on his left (packaged up, and mirroring both the box in Lila's and his emoji from the first set of promos). Interesting that the Umbrella is also on his On the left, but it is closed (indicating no current need for it). He only has a knife that he is holding by the blade in his right hand (which makes sense to me). He is harming himself and turning his back on his family and closure by choosing the "right" thing. This is probably the most brilliant one IMO. I wish I knew what the boxes were about more specifically. Interesting that in Lila's, the boxes have baby bottles.

One last starring role 🎬

STARRING ROLE I KNEW IT. Allison is the answer to it all. She kept her marigold, and she caused all of this (one way or another), and she is miserable, and she has to fix it. She got herself the limelight and she HATED it (more circling back to season 1), just like she hates this world. The detergent is interesting to me. It feels... quaint compared to international superstardom. It also feels domestic, except that it is her face on a bottle that would be in a domestic space, not her. Just her image. I do think the bottles are for Ray and Claire. She did all this for them, and she has to do it again. I think she will be back to stardom, but I think this is more about her being the key. I think she will have to play a part. The first episode is clearly named for her, "The Unbearable Tragedy of Getting What You Want" is literally the story of her life. She has to fix this.

Also she looks so fuckin cute I love her so much.

One last Cleanse 👻

Klaus knows shit we don't. As @bisexuallilapitts pointed out, Episode 4 is called "The Cleanse" and is about how the world needs cleansing (with sage, not with soap. I wonder if his cleanliness thing ties into Allison's detergent at all). It seems clear to me that he is aware of something and it is terrifying him. In the trailer we see him hung upside down in what looks like a shitty motel (s1 anyone?), and we see him performing a seance, and we see him with his fucked up You Look Like Death tat. Interesting, also, that cleanse and clean are linguistically tied. That would also echo his s1 arc, esp if some part of this is related to Dave (like the gas mask, maybe?). Germophobia/agoraphobia are one thing, a gas mask is a whole other fucking ballgame. I think he is having visions, and that he is going to want to fix this (for selfish reasons), and that as the prince of death he will have a unique part to play in righting wrongs. In addition, the bubble wrap looks more like someone trying to dispose of a body than someone trying to protect themself. Note that he has the ghost emoji again, instead of the sponge (and his goodbye tat). He has to face his new fears and his new troubles, and the old ones as well. I am interested in the fact that he is standing far to the left (farthest of all, in fact!) if we work with the theory that right is heroism/trauma and left is healing, I think that makes sense. I also think he fits into that first ep title perfectly. I want to know what he knows. Whatever his arc is, it will be tragic and wacky and insane and important. Glad to see some color on him.

One last time jump 💼

Okay so those are commission files, and his emoji is the briefcase instead of the hour glass. Five is finally going to deal with his commission trauma. He got the world safe, now it is time to reckon with what that means. He's also all the way to the right, with the umbrella and the files to his left. The files are open, but the umbrella is closed. I think this will have to do with closure. Five has to work through his past (literally) and find peace. More echoes of s1.

One last fight 💀

Christmas lights???? OK???? This is the one I am far and away least confident abt. The skull is, I think, a triple meaning. We are going to find out how Ben died (referenced in s1 as the thing that really tore the family apart), but this Ben is also a killer, and their Ben is dead. That I get. We also know that this Ben felt really sad about not getting to be with the Boys for the bachelor party, about not getting to be a part of things, and we know he got arrested. Christmas is a time for a lot of stuff, but it is absolutely a time for family. That is the only meaning I can derive from that.

One last chance to save the world 🎻

Viktor has nothing to his right, and the umbrella comfortably in his left hand. He also, from the trailer, seemed the most well adjusted to this new life (makes sense, given his old life). He has his bar rag on his person, and he has his closure and his family in his left hand. He looks relaxed, and content. What is left, then? Well, finally righting his wrongs. "The End of the Beginning" is the name of the final episode, which subverts the first season's finale title. He saves the world this time, with his violin (thank you emoji), to bring it all back around again. Closure. Peace. I think his arc will be about accepting those powers back so he can do what he always needed to do. I also REALLLLY hope they address the book, as long as they are bringing back season 1. That said, I am so happy for him.

One last disguise 👠

Oh fuck! Baby bottles in a box, a map of the multiverse, and the umbrella to her left, her far right. Her emoji is a red shoe (the handler), and her caption references a job she does not want to be fuckin doing!!! She wants her family, she wants her life, but she has to don the shoes in order to save those things. I imagine her arc will be tied with Five's intricately (and Diego's ofc). " I wonder why she was sobbing in the trailer. Has to be something there, right? She wasn't in season one, but she was all red shoes in s2, so I am counting that as her callback. She has to unpack what the Handler did to her, and what kind of person she wants to be moving forward. She started that work, but hasn't ended it.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAND FINALLY

One last family reunion 🧐

His item is the marigolds and his emoji is the monocle (do we finally get to learn the secrets? Will Kracken go diving to find the monocle he dropped in the water in s1? Find out in 43 days lol). Clearly, he still has power over his kids, power that they will need to take from him and dismantle in order to heal. Ominous and disgusting as hell that he literally has their essences hostage. I think that their powers are their history, are their trauma, so they have to have them back in order to move forward. IDK what his arc will be, except finally finally finally getting what is coming to them.

Okay parting thoughts. Of course it is releasing on 8/8. There are 8 Hargreeves now. Of course they released this 43 days before the show. 43 children. It is interesting that the numbers change based on who is in the picture. I realy do think this is the season of healing and coming to terms with what happened to you. I think this is the season of finding peace, and taking it. I think this is the season of family and friends and love. I am so excited for this season I love you all so much mwah mwah tell me what you think tell me your theories say hi!!!

[unnaturalequilibrium]

Capítulo 6

- Mafin rewatch (Sueños de Libertad)

I like that Luis forces Marta to do the very thing Fina tried to get her to do in the job interview, let the perfume rest on her skin before giving it a whiff. Is this meant to be the thing that tipped the scales in Fina’s favour? Or do we think Fina was always going to be Marta’s first choice as new shopgirl? I wonder when Marta started noticing Fina, I mean sure I think once she got into that uniform she was forced to see her in a new light. But I’m still curious to what it was like before that. It’s clear they knew a lot about each other, but to what extent really?

As I’m watching beyond just the Mafin scenes I’m surprised to see how similar Luis and Marta are and the way their stories are structured. They’ve both got that kind of infectious drive only in different fields.  That strong sense of right and wrong too, with an insane work ethic and a desire to make the world a better place I think. It’s also super easy to imagine their siblings running around as kids, climbing a hill, kicking a ball and Luis and Marta being left behind with an antfarm, an abbacus and a lot of curious questions.

Petra put down the fucking shovel, the hole is big enough for the Titanic without you going and insulting Marta too on top of everything. This isn’t Journey to the Center of the Earth, you can stop digging now. Have I mentioned I hate her? Because I do, I really do.

Marta with a notepad or a folder in her hands is another one of those moments when I sort of feel like the Universe might be catering to me, but I don’t mind.

Marta is especially demanding in this episode, ordering Luz and Luis around - telling them to get their little butts into gear and work work. Watching the episodes back to back it now sort of stands out to me how she showed one emotion last episode and now she needs to be super competent at her work to make up for it. In her eyes at least. It actually makes me really curious about how much background the actors get on their characters and about future storylines. Because it does sort of come across as this is Marta throwing herself into her work to make up for that perceived failure of last episode, that whole business of her not being able to make her father proud through her unconventional marriage and the fact that she is childless. And knowing that she never will be able to as her marriage is mostly a cage and at best an inconvenience. Her behaviour in this episode gives a sense of - if she can’t make her father proud of who she is, then maybe she can make him proud of her achievements at least. Over-achieving daughter of an emotionally distant man, we've all been there, right?! Right?

As a rule there’s a lot of heartbreak and all kinds of personal problems being aired, but there’s always something about seeing Fina, Carmen and Claudia together in their room that makes me happy. Their room feels like a home, it’s soft and comforting despite at its core being a very spartan dormitory.

Fina telling them she’s going out with Petra and at least Carmen has the decency to not say anything, Claudia on the other hand runs straight for the idea that the two of them will be so pretty together they’ll immediately attract boyfriends. Oh Claudia. I love a good running joke so I sort of hope they never tell Claudia about lesbianism. Let her live her life without knowing that is a thing that exists so that we as an audience can keep mocking her forever and ever.

[kaiju-art-for-the-heart]

An Heir to the Throne: New Beginnings

Chapter 2:

It didn't take long for the couple to cozy into their new dwelling. Godzilla especially took his time to explore the waters around the island, along with making his presence known to anything that may be inhabiting the land with them. Mothra happily sang to herself as she spun a wad of silk. The island had a large crater in the dead center, one of the main reasons she chose this as the perfect home. The tall rocky terrain that surrounded the crater gave them some extra security, while the depth was a perfect cradle to hold them both. As she finished laying down the last layer, she chirped contently before lifting herself into the air. The nest was finally ready for the both of them, and she couldn't have been happier to share such a spot next to her king. 

As she placed herself at the entrance of their new home, she turned to see Godzilla emerging from the waters to greet her. After a few months the island had become their known territory, along with them forming a sustainable routine together. Godzilla would wake early in the mornings to hunt for them both as Mothra slept during the day from being on night watch. Once he returned with their meal, Godzilla would leave again to make sure there's no trouble happening around the humans. Once the day was over, they will reunite to share dinner together and enjoy each others company. 

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One particularly calm autumn evening, Mothra sat at the mouth of their nest looking towards the setting sun.  She enjoyed looking over her territory around this time, as many different creatures became active with the rising of the moon. Though something had been on her mind. Something she knew she couldn't keep to herself any longer, and needed to talk to Godzilla about sooner rather than later. There was no problem with communication with him, but she had no way of knowing how he would truly feel about this sensitive topic. In the midst of her thoughts, Godzilla surprised her with a large blue whale, plopping their meal directly in front of her. Once being thoroughly startled, Mothra quickly regained herself before looking up to him with a chirr of excitement. "Did I scare you?" Godzilla teased, taking his place next to Mothra at the entrance. Mothra playfully nudges him, before shaking off her previous thoughts. "Let us enjoy this gracious meal." she cooed, watching Godzilla rip the tough flesh open to share with her. She wasn't particularly fond of meat, but ate anyway to share the bonding experience with her carnivorous mate. 

After finishing their meal, Godzilla hummed in a low tone that instantly catches her attention. "What's on your mind?" Mothra asked curiously, watching Godzilla lick the blood from his claws. He pauses for a moment before looking back at her. "Since you've been gone, I've been in all sorts of trouble. This is the first time I've been so calm around another kaiju." he admitted, thinking back to all the other encounters over the past few years. This takes Mothra by surprise as she questions who exactly has been causing so much trouble. Godzilla hesitates, knowing the answer wasn't going to please her. "Well lets see.. after Ghidorah there was Kong and a metal me. Then I had to take care of Scilla.. followed by Tiamat. And lastly Kong again with Scar King. Did I mention that Kong and I fought both times before working together?" Godzilla said simply, looking back down to Mothra to note her currently confused features. After a brief session of questions and answers, she finally understood the intensity of each situation and the reason for a fight. Though, she was a bit angry over Tiamat's unnecessary death. Him needing the energy to fight a tribe was understandable, but that didn't happen. And now the world is down two kaiju that had high impact on the environment. 

Godzilla sighed, knowing that at the end of the day Tiamat's death may have been a bit excessive. Lowering his head he gently nudged into Mothra's neck fluff, reassuring her that there are still others that can take their place if necessary. This was enough to calm the queen, as she nuzzled him back to accept his obvious apology. "At least try to talk them down before reverting to murder." she chittered tiredly, getting an amused snort from Godzilla. "I'll try that on the next kaiju that attempts to rip my head off." This gets Mothra to laugh as she nuzzles harder into Godzilla's snout. "That would definitely ruin the new look you have going on."

At the mention of his new look, Mothra lifted her head to admire the new color of his dorsal plates. When she saw him for the first time in a while, she was shocked at his total transformation. Expressing her joy for his new look, she also had slight disappointment as she wasn't around to witness it with him. Breaking from her thoughts again, she began to groom around Godzilla's mouth and cheek. The king was a bit confused at first, but soon melted into her affection as a slight purr rumbled from beneath him. He also quite enjoyed Mothra's new look as well. Though to him, she has always been beautiful. 

As the night finally settled, the two prepared themselves to rest after a long day. Godzilla laid comfortably on the silky wraps created by his queen, it was a much better feeling than the usual rocky terrain he liked to nap on. Mothra hastily settled in next to him. Even though she would be keeping watch most of the night, she enjoyed doing so next to him. Her crystal blue eyes twinkled endlessly as she stared up into the night sky. "I wonder if Kong is happier now?" she questioned, getting a small snort from Godzilla. "Why wouldn't he? He now has a tribe and basically his own family." he yawned, getting a nod from her. "You're right.. he also has Suko now. He's going to have his hands full for a while." Godzilla shifts to look at her with a raised brow. "Suko?" he asks simply. Mothra thought for a moment before being hit with sudden realization. Godzilla only met Suko briefly during the fight, and did not get much of an opportunity to be introduced. Mothra briefly explained before adding that Kong has adopted him as his own, getting a short silence from Godzilla. "...Oh! I remember now. The small red one. I just assumed he was with Kong anyway. Well, congratulations to him on becoming a father. To raise your own is no easy task." He yawned again. Though it didn't sound like it, Godzilla was somewhat happy for Kong. Which is something he would never say out loud. 

Mothra pauses again, her mind now filling with the same thoughts from earlier. Though this time was much more intense as she debated bringing it up to him. "Is something the matter? You've been vey distant today." Godzilla spoke up. He could sense that something had been bothering her recently, enough so that she would sit and linger in her own world. 

Mothra snaps out of her trance at the sound of his voice. Now was the perfect opportunity to present the ideas she's been bottling up. 

"I.. have been thinking since being down in Hallow earth.."  she starts, getting Godzilla to turn his full attention back to her. He eggs her to continue, now interested in whatever proposition she was going to bring up. After a moment of hesitation, she thinks carefully on how to word her next statement. "I was able to witness many things while down there. Life, death, birth.. the happiness of other Kaiju and being with their hatchlings and families. I was wondering.." She trails off, looking up to Godzilla with the same sparkling blue eyes. "If we should try to make our own family?"

Godzilla thinks for a moment before tilting his head. "You mean.. like adoption? Did Kong give you this idea?" he started, getting somewhat annoyed at the idea of Kong conversating with his queen. Mothra chirps nervously before correcting him, leaning in closer. "No.. I mean having a hatchling between us. Our own offspring."

Godzilla perks up at this, blinking once or twice as the idea processes through his mind. He repeats the question back to her, getting a nod in return. He pauses again to stare at her blankly before shaking his head, asking her why. 

"Why what?" she questions,  getting him to move even closer. "Why are you thinking of the impossible?"

She chitters impatiently, asking how exactly would it be impossible. Godzilla sighs before sitting up, his large body lifting out of the comfortable cradle to stand at his full height, towering over her. After a moment of shared silence, Mothra's antenna droop slightly as she catches onto the implication. Godzilla sighs again, laying back down in assumption that the conversation ended there. After getting settled back in, Mothra spreads her wings to lift herself up, hovering over his face. After attempting to find a new reason, she looks to him to see he is already falling asleep. Chittering again, she flaps a bit harder to ease him out of his short slumber.

"Godzilla please, we are the last of our kind. Don't you think we should at least try? This might be our only chance." this gets him to open an eye, looking up at her to signal that he is listening.  

"If we are successful, we will have new powerful heirs to our bloodlines, new protectors to this world after we depart. And most importantly, our offspring will be that of a new hybrid of kaiju!" Godzilla huffs before closing his eye again, sending her to think of something better that he might like to hear. 

"And.. we'll finally have our own family.." 

Without a moment of hesitation, Godzilla finally chimes in. "Mothra, I understand what you are saying, but I can not form a decision based on a dream. The odds of us conceiving are near impossible between our species. Even if there was a sliver of a chance, we cant be sure the hatchling will even live long enough to reach adulthood."

Before she can speak again, Godzilla's tail wraps around her, pulling her down to the nest and pinning her against him. He spoke softly, nuzzling into her head. "It is late now, this is something we need to think on later. Let us rest, my queen." She finally gives up the topic before cuddling into Godzilla's chest. Though her mind was now filled with worry. 

[lesbianoms]

(Mrs. Doubtfire voice) Comfort is on the way, dear!

You seem like somebody who would love a dignified older lady pred. Someone with the air of Jessica Rabbit but the aged-like-blood wine grace of Lady Dimitrescu. Perhaps a “sugar mama” situation something-or-other.

Regardless, imagine if you were to come under the loving care of such a noble and elegant creature. Rubies on each finger and pearls dangling from the neck as she bends over you, turning over your pitiable, worried state. Yet, despite her care, there’s always the trace of a knowing smirk on her painted lips and the sense that she knows best.

“Why, my little dear. Whatever could be the matter with you, hm?” She takes your face in her hands and tilts your head from side to side, examining you.

You explain that things are stressful. The WORLD is stressful! And so very upsetting.

“Oh, but, my little love, you are confused.”

What could she mean by that?

“Why, there’s nothing wrong with the world at all. Do you know why?”

You shake your head. Things are pretty awful.

“My dear, I am your world. And, the last time I checked, there was nothing wrong with me at all.”

Before you can protest, she chuckles deeply and brushes a salt-and-pepper strand of hair from her face.

“Oh, I don’t mean to belittle your problems, darling. You just have more important things to worry about, you see?”

You don’t see.

“No? Let me give you a reminder, then, my dear…”

She smirks as she presses both of her palms to the back of your head, pushing you into a plushy ball belly wrapped in the fine, red satin of her dress. A belly you knew that you padded several times over…

“I think, when we are stressed with the troubles of life, it’s never a bad idea to return to our roots… to go home.”

A coaxing gurgle sounded below your ear, the fat quivering against you.

“And, would you listen to that, darling? Your home misses you.”

She bent down and gave you a teasing lick across the cheek, a sign of love to you more familiar than a kiss. Another deep chuckle bubbled up her long throat as you shivered.

“I think that you only need a different perspective on things… don’t you?”

You could always say “no,” of course, and she would respect it—but why would you? The welcome mat was already unrolling just for you, pink and beckoning…

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The madame of the house yawned luxuriously as she waddled off to bed. Her step was modified to a lopsided sway, what with the weight of one silly snack misaligning her center of gravity. Her bloated, engorged belly jutted out of a gap in her minky robe, wobbling freely. She smirked to herself as each step sent its contents sloshing thickly from side to side, its bubbler—you—in a state of dreamlike nirvana, fuzzy ecstasy, your mind as malleable as your body as your being rocked back and forth in a gooey wave. You moaned with each contact with the walls, each splash earning an involuntary moan.

“Thank you for being so cooperative in the bath, little love. I trust your stay is treating you kindly?”

She received a response—more of a bubbling than a word.

Bllluuurbbllblubb…

She smirked and gave her well-fed belly a firm rub.

“I thought so. And perhaps it would do you well to take a bit of a vacation, hm? Perhaps a few days? Your beloved home needs a bit more insulation, you know. I’m much too delicate for the cold, at my age…”

The chyme within churned, and her gut purred. More than happy to, of course.

“You will? What a generous little dear you are.” She grabbed her hanging underbelly and shook it playfully. “Unnnngh, and how generous I’ll be when I’m through with you!”

The satisfied lady ambled leisurely to her favorite chaise, falling backwards into it and sending her immense ball belly bouncing and sloshing. If you were whole before she flopped to the cushions, that jostling made short work of you. She yawned again and absently patted her incessantly jiggling gut. It would be a long weekend of digesting, and once you’d reconstituted, she was sure you would be singing a much cheerier tune…

All the better. Happier food was yummier food.

Hhhh I need this to happen to me right now

Thank you for the story! That does sound like a relaxing break… just being able to turn my brain off and focus on making my pred’s gut all noisy and full~

Also the line about the bath is pretty tantalizing and actually gives me an idea for something… hehe, I would love to just relax in that grumbly spa as I slowly become fat on her tummy 🥵

“Your new home” is a vore trope that drives me bananas. Uuuggh god I love it it’s so hot, and the line about the pink carpet rolling out <3

It’s so fitting that I can’t talk to her as I’m melting and I can only really communicate in sounds… plus, I’m probably too, uh, “distracted”, if you know what I mean

[skits-things]

IronStrange Fic Idea

So I came up with this, but I'm flip flopping between actually writing it or leaving it as a short thingy as it is. Part of the problem with my motivation to write this is what tense to use (present or past). Part of the problem is that I'm not sure how to write Pepper as I like her, but her character in this is complex and I'm not sure I'd do it justice. I'd probably need a beta but I got no idea how that would work. Therefore: Throwing the thingy out there and seeing what people have to say. Idea is below the cut.

A monkey's paw-like magical item is appearing and vanishing around nyc. Stephen Strange is on the hunt for it. 

Meanwhile, Pepper and Tony are going through another couple's argument about the same old problems. Namely, Pepper wants Tony to give up Iron Man again. 

Pepper shouts at Tony "I wish you never became Iron Man!" (Exact wording variable.)

The monkey's paw is nearby and grants the wish. Except Tony Stark always insisted that Iron Man WAS him. 

To Tony, Iron Man was all the good parts of him. The parts that care about other people. The parts that made him sacrifice himself to keep the world safe. The parts that made him think about the future for the benefit of mankind. The self-doubt that makes him hold himself to a strict moral code. 

Pepper gets her wish alright. Iron Man is no more. Instead, there is only SUPERIOR. History changes to match a world where Tony never could have been Iron Man

Tony was always Iron Man, the suits just gave him a more obvious way to show it - one mostly unaffected by the twisted public perception caused by the media that he grew up under. With Iron Man gone, there was only the arrogance, the belief he is better than others, the desire to be worshiped by the public. The future he imagines can so easily fall under his control because he's a Futurist. The Merchant of Death. 

Stephen is horrified by the ads of EXTREMIS propagated by a Tony Stark with no inhibitions about shaping the world in his image. He used the residue from the wishes to track down the monkey's paw, but with this wish spanning so far, even if it seems to be centered on Stark, he is left researching a way to undo this with less brute force. 

There is a compulsion on the item to give it away or lose it somehow after use, so the wish would backfire on the wishee without a way to reverse it. It goes dormant for a while, however, from the sheer energy expenditure Pepper’s wish requires.

Pepper, full of regret, wants to undo this, but is also terrified of making things worse. She goes to the only person she knows the location of that might be able to help. At 177a Bleecker Street. 

Stephen learns everything from Pepper. They have a rather frantic conversation about the situation. Aside from people in the Sanctums or Kamar Taj during the time Pepper made her wish, only Pepper herself is aware of the world's changes. 

Except Tony Stark interrupts them. 

This is after ENDGAME, changes: Tony lives due to magical dance powers courtesy of The Guardians of the Galaxy. Gamora and Natasha come back in exchange for the soul stones when they return to their rightful places. Other things mostly stay the same. This also means that Stephen Strange is pretty deep in denial about being in love with Tony Stark, making himself believe he feels only guilt, trust, and respect towards the man. 

Tony Stark, on the other hand, was half fascinated, half obsessed with the man he viewed as his equal that literally gave his life for him. Now as SUPERIOR, that obsession turned possessive and unhealthy. 

In the aftermath of ENDGAME, Tony and Stephen struck up an odd friendship in which Stephen let Tony run tests on his magic due to his trust in the man. Secretly, due to his paranoia, Tony created ways to block Stephen's magic. Stephen knew (because of the 14,000,605 futures which indicated that Tony would likely do this) but pretended not to because he knew that Tony might need to protect himself from other magic enemies and that Tony had the designs under incredibly strict defenses.

This makes things incredibly worse. 

SUPERIOR Tony Stark is fully aware of the sexual tension between Tony and Stephen and has little to no concerns about taking what he wants for himself. SUPERIOR has also gotten rid of his Pepper Potts not long after they met when she discovered what he was doing and tried to stop him. Thus Tony has no idea who Pepper is (the incident was before EXTREMIS, and thus not very memorable for him) and sees a very pretty woman acting very familiarly with the person he's interested in. 

It is in a fit of rage and jealousy that Tony captures Stephen for himself when Stephen just manages to send Pepper away to Kamar Taj to protect her from Tony. 

Stephen and Tony play Captor and Jailor for some time. Meanwhile, Wong and Pepper are desperately trying to get the monkey's paw back to fix everything and thus rescue Stephen when Tony is back to normal. They rush to Pepper's residence to get it, only to learn that some cleaning crews have been through and took the monkey's paw with them. 

Pepper spends a lot of this time searching with Christine, who was visiting Stephen at the Sanctum when the wish was granted. Christine had long since returned to work and was brought in by Wong to talk to Pepper while he continued the search. They talk a lot about how it was to date a man who constantly put themselves in danger and the differences in their approaches. 

Pepper eventually recognizes that her behavior of forcing Tony to become the man she wished him to be was not the right course of action. Christine is sympathetic and critical by turns, all the while being extremely worried about Stephen. Christine knows that Stephen would be aware of the Masters of the Mystic Arts fighting to break the wish. She also knows that Stephen is self-sacrificial enough to focus all of Tony's attention on him to buy the others time to break it. 

Stephen eventually gets injected with a perfected EXTREMIS like Tony has for some reason. Probably because he made Tony mad somehow. It fixes his hands and the complicated feelings that result from it makes him conflicted about his feelings towards Tony. 

The Wong manages to track down the relic and uses the remains of Stephen's research to reverse the wish. The wish breaks and the world returns to normal. Except. Stephen was never affected by the spell in the first place. There was nothing to reverse on him. He's still infused with an EXTREMIS. Similarly, Tony keeps his SUPERIOR body. There was too much change to revert him to normal. He integrated with tech on a level that Magic just couldn't undo. 

Body Horror time: Every time Tony looks in the mirror, he sees the man that raped (or at least did some dubiously consensual things) and kidnapped Stephen. His friend/kinda man crush. 

Tony struggles to come to terms with the kind of person he can become if he truly stopped caring. Stephen tries to comfort him, but Tony's guilt complex with for him is now ginormous so Stephen is just trying to get it through to his thick head that he's felt something for Tony since Titan.

Stephen eventually convinces Tony that he really does want a relationship with the man despite what happened between them. There could also be an additional flavoring of angst where he has negative reactions to Tony despite what his mind tells him.

Extra (maybe): This story could end with Pepper asking Christine on a date. 

Please note that this is a plot contrived view of Pepper and Tony's relationship. Some fics write their relationship BEAUTIFULLY and I love seeing them like that. Their relationship is written negatively here on purpose for the sake of the story.

[acourtofthought]

What do you think will be the call to action for Elain's book? For Nesta, we knew that her book would pick off from when Cassian said she will be training with him in the mountains. What I think confused everyone was how abrupt acosf ended. No chapter tease or nothing. We have no clear idea who the next book will be about or even how this person's journey will start.

I think SF ended so abruptly without hinting at who is getting the next book or how it will come about because these books, while having an overarching theme, are still considered standalones.

Standalones need to feel somewhat complete, independent of any other story. So if someone wanted to begin and end their ACOTAR reading experience with Nesta's journey and never pick up another book in this world because they don't care about what happens with Koschei or the Illyrians they should technically be able to do that.

For most of us that wouldn't work because there are still unresolved plots and unaddressed mating bonds we want answers on but I do think that's why when she ended SF, the characters were all left in a somewhat ok place.

Gwyn and Emerie were laughing with Nesta at the end. Though we know they do have more of their story to be told, we did walk away with a sense of "ok, they're not miserable right at this moment".

Same thing with Elain. We know she was dealing with a lot in SF, what with her fight with Nesta, the sometimes elusive behavior and secret keeping she's got going on and the offers of her help being brushed aside by the IC, but at the end she, Nesta and Feyre were all together at their fathers grave with Elain and Feyre beckoning her to join them.

And Az. In SF, there's mentions of his moodiness and the bonus (if someone read it) shows he's bitter and jealous but by the end of the book he and Cassian were only mentioned as being protective of Nyx and compiling a list of mistakes the Valkryie made.

So the open ended plots of Beron, Koschei and the treaty were unresolved but the characters themselves all seemed to be somewhat settled which leaves the book feeling it had an official end to Nesta's journey without putting the focus on someone else.

We know the internal issues the characters are facing will become front and center again in the next book but SJM will have to start that one as if it were a standalone which means she'll have to reintroduce the emotional baggage we know they have but that wasn't the focus at the end of the last.

When it is time for Elain's story, what will the call to action be?

Based on SF.... since that is the last book in the ACOTAR series and I'm not convinced SJM will pick up the next book with Bryce's arrival or shortly after it as these are meant to be standalones and shouldn't be dependent upon another series, I think she could go a few directions.

I think there's a chance Mor doesn't return from the continent in the time frame she was supposed (she's out of daemati range when over there) so Rhys and Feyre could send Elain to see what's going on, having Lucien accompany her.

Or because SF ended before Calanmai, I could see Elain having visions / dreams of the drums calling to her, which sets up her journey starting in Spring.

Maybe it will begin with Nesta's mating ceremony and we'll see Rhys scheming a reason to get Elain and Lucien together to help with court related business.

Or....since SF hinted that there are problems in Day Court and we saw Elain standing with Helion on Starfall, maybe he'll ask her to visit Day Court to help him with something because of her Seer powers. Or maybe she's interested in learning about her powers with information from his libraries since she was the one who said she'd try to reacquaint herself with them. Nesta had no interest in training her powers so she needed that push from Rhys, Cassian and Feyre versus Elain who has already offered herself up to search for the Trove and later said she was part of the Court and willing to do whatever she needed for it.

Or maybe something completely different! I don't think many of us guessed how Nesta's journey would begin. But I don't think we're going to see the push-back from Elain that we did from Nesta as Elain now seems eager to be helpful.

[grayintogreen]

WIP WEDNESDAY

It's Wippy Wednesday, my dudes. And it's a YCDHN week, so here's a juicy little snippet from Chapter 43.

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The solution to wizard problems being more wizards was both a phenomenally terrible idea and somehow the only sensible one being offered. Most of the protests came from the actual party wizards who believed that no one, upon being awoken from centuries of stasis, would willingly fight in a war they had no stake in.

“But they would fight mage killers in their territory,” Lucien had grinned over their shoulders and that had shut up the debate on Essek’s end. Caleb had dragged his fingers through his hair and wandered off to pace.

The trouble was that these bubbles were resistant to average dispels. Even Cree couldn’t unravel the threads with hemocraft. Time was of the essence and they were violently throwing themselves at the one solution that still had caveats. This would work if they could break the bubbles and that if was becoming a dangerous gamble.

Lucien kept going back to the one in the center of the Viventum ward- the blonde wizard and her gaggle of frightened children. She was the one who would give them help, he knew that, felt it deep in his soul. The lone unselfish wizard who hadn’t tried to just save herself. He placed his palm on the bubble again and stared through the shimmering dome as if there was a secret hidden within no one had noticed.

The goggles around his neck felt strangely warm, drawing his attention. Mithril always ran cold even when warmed by his furnace-hot skin so for it to increase so noticeably in temperature was something to be regarded. He chewed on his bottom lip and slipped the goggles over his eyes.

What are you telling me? He adjusted the dials around the eyepiece, reaching through the connection he had with the Vestige. Click, click, click. Stop. He could feel it, a niggling in the back of his mind, like the hand of Danoth Oro, the man who had invented them and had his work exalted into the realm of legend, was whispering in his ear. No god had touched this Vestige, only a clever mortal who wanted to see the world that was hidden and prevent people from taking advantage of him with magic.

You’re a worthy successor, you keen-eyed scoundrel, the voice seemed to say. Use it for what matters to you.

Not use it for good. Of course not. Lucien was never going to be good. He was going to be better. This was a kindness he was doing, but it was also genuinely useful to him and no one ever said he couldn’t have it both ways. There was no shame in having an ulterior motive operating alongside your generosity. That was how the Nein saved the world- selfishly.

The Vestige opened up before him, all of its powers revealed to him, and he smiled, knowing why Fate had put this in his path. He’d give Her Majesty a firm dressing down in a mock prayer later. For now, he was thrilled to feel the power of reaching out to magic and simply dissolving it into useless strands of the weave again.

The antimagic field flickered into being with enough force that the dome shattered, knocking its occupants onto their asses on the ice. The children let out screams they had been holding in for years and threw themselves upon one another, clawing and clambering like puppies, scared out of their minds.

The blonde wizard’s form flickered with red crackles of arcane energy as the antimagic stole away her disguise, leaving her sprawled on her back, gaping like a fish. Gone was the pretty blonde thing and in her place was a leggy older woman with short brown hair that hung in greasy strands around her pinched, heavily lined face. She was rail thin and barely dressed in a low cut purple tunic that barely hit her knees. Fern-like veins of deep blood red lined her legs and arms and snaked up her throat.

She pushed herself up onto her knobby elbows, stared at her hand where a ring was sparking with dying arcane power. She tapped it a few times and then lifted her hand, as if to conjure something, and found that died to sparks too. She huffed.

The first words spoken by an Aeoran on Exandrian soil in hundreds of years was a profoundly deadpan (and in perfect Common no less), “Fuck.”

[mareenavee]

I've decided to send some asks out about OCs just because, so for Nyenna:

How does she treat people she views as "better" than her, how does she treat people she views as an "equal," and how does she treat people she views as "worse" than her?

Hello my friend :D Sorry this took a mortal age to answer. On the plus side, plenty of writing and editing has been happening, so that's always good. These are excellent questions and a bit nuanced because Nyenna has a bit of internal turmoil regarding her own issues and her own responsibilities. So let's dive into it!

This is for Nyenna from my fic, The World on Our Shoulders.

Nyenna tends to attempt to view most people as equal, from the riches to the poorest. It's naïve, a bit, but she was so used to being seen/ treated as less than when she was young, even in her noble household, and never being able to live up to her title. So she does hold people, especially people in power, in high esteem until they give her a reason not to.

So, regarding people like Jarl Balgruuf, for example -- she might see him and a few of the other Jarls as betters. Usually, the ones who seem to want to turn things around and help people. Or people who want to help her turn things around. In that case, she'll show respect, and use respectful language, wait to be spoken to.

People who have proven that they mean others harm, or stand behind policies that actively harm others, or are just general villains will be who she considers worse than her, for the most part. I have a couple snippets of her attitude toward such individuals in Windhelm:

From a future chapter 29:

Teldryn stood back as Nyenna marched up to the gates of the Palace of the Kings. Already guards had tried to stop her, failed and sent for reinforcements. He had never seen her this obstinate before, but considering the weight of the events of the last few weeks, he couldn’t blame her. This would hardly constitute stress for her at this point.  The guards were gathered at the enormous doors to the place, snow drifting lazily around them as they shouted and drew their weapons. Nyenna stood with her shoulders thrown back, trying to look intimidating, though she barely crested five feet tall. It was difficult to say if this particular group of guards believed her when she said she was Dragonborn. They just looked at her as if she was a spoiled child having a temper tantrum, and did their best to block her way forward. “No, little elf. Ulfric wants nothing to do with the likes of you,” a guard sneered. He stood with his back pressed to the door to the Palace. “We’re in the middle of a war which your kind will never understand.”  Teldryn watched as Nyenna inhaled deeply. He knew what would come next, so it took a moment to intervene before she would get herself thrown in jail.  “Nyenna, let’s just go,” he said, gripping her shoulder. She swallowed hard, but still let out a frustrated yell, which, while it didn’t send the group of guards flying, did manage to shake even the solid, ancient foundations of the Palace. She spat and then kicked snow and dirt onto the boots of the final guard who had frustrated her. With another nudge, she did finally turn with him, fists clenched at her sides. “Little elf,” she scoffed. “I’ll show them all.”  “Take a deep breath, sera,” Teldryn said, casting a sideways glance at her. “They’re not even worth their salt, let alone all your energy.” As they walked back toward the center of town, she did take a few deep breaths, and seemed able to calm herself.  “We’re still left with the problem of getting this dossier into Ulfric’s hands. Not a soul would listen to what I had to say, even while I was waving the thing around in front of their damned eyes. I don’t even know what we should do next. The stupid Nord is going to keep fighting on the wrong side if we do nothing,” Nyenna said.

and from a future chapter 43:

“I knew there was something about you, Elf,” Ulfric said after a moment. He stood up and clasped his hands behind his back as he walked to her side of his table. He was almost taller than Elenwen had been, towering over her purposefully. His blond hair, streaked with more gray than when she last saw him, was plaited on the sides in a traditional Nordic style. His outfit, heavy with rich furs, seemed almost misplaced here in Windhelm. What good was a show of such wealth? He leaned in toward her slightly, casting a long shadow as she looked up to his face. She set her teeth and scowled, trying to seem taller than she was to match. “You will address me as ‘Nyenna’ or ‘Dragonborn’,” she corrected, keeping her voice clipped and icy. She too clasped her hands behind her back, mimicking Ulfric’s pose. “Not, ‘Elf.’ I would also introduce my companion, Teldryn Sero, who will be addressed at all times by his full name, not ‘Elf’ or ‘Greyskin.’” Surprisingly, Ulfric grinned and nodded but once, motioning to Ralof, who pulled out a different piece of parchment and began once again scribbling furiously. “Forgive my impertinence, Dragonborn. Your request has been noted,” he said with a nod. “I had no real idea who you were, but upon seeing you, I was reminded of our travels to Helgen together. I recognized something of your power, perhaps before even you did, though I was not sure at that moment, considering the circumstances.” Nyenna scoffed. Another one vying to claim a spot in her story. She watched as he turned back to his table and picked up the dossier she had sent with Ralof. It seemed tiny in his hands, a thing of little significance. Perhaps kindling for the fire, if that.

She tries to assume most people want to level with her, and that she will be treated as equal if she treats others as such, but she finds more often than not, people in power will expect to be addressed as a better, even if they're wrong and prove themselves to be untrustworthy, or sometimes downright evil.

She has a chaotic good sort of nature to her. Sometimes more lawful than chaotic. She holds herself and her work to certain standards, too, and wants to be seen as good enough to be equal to most people. So it's kind of a complicated question. Better is, what constitutes better or worse in her view?

She prefers when people try to make a difference, I think. She's putting in the effort to do so, and she had been so small before. She wants to believe, I think, deep down, that most people are good and kind, and that she'd only been unlucky so far in finding unkindness on her flight out of Valenwood and through Cyrodiil. It's a difficult optimism to carry; she is constantly disappointed by thinking this way. But it's also a reason others perceive her as kind generally speaking.

She just wants to do the right thing, and make up for not being where she was supposed to be or knowing who she was supposed to end up being early enough to save more people.

It's complicated. It depends on the situation. But, generally, she'll fight for what she perceives is right and try to do right by others as often as possible, even though she's certainly not perfect. Classic hero stuff, really. (:

Thank you for these questions! I hope it was insightful for ya.

[nicos-archive]

Lonely

Jennifer just sighed as she leaned back against the gravestone. She just felt so alone. She didn’t even a reason for it. At least, not one she felt was justified. Her loneliness was like a deep cold in her bones. Weighting her down as the rest of her body froze over. Soon enough, she would be frozen solid. Easy to shatter in one hit.

The girl lit a cigarette and took a breath deep enough to kill half of it in one go. She still feels nothing, and she tilts her head up as she expels the smoke from her lungs. She didn’t even have the energy to try and do something fancy like a bull ring. There was no one here to impress. 

With the unrelenting existential crisis, that was freezing her, most would think that you should avoid a graveyard.

She was not like most people. 

Jennifer puts the butt of a cigarette into an ashtray she brought with her. She wouldn’t disrespect the dead by flicking her buds into the wind. Immediately, she pulls out another cigarette and repeats the same motions. This time, the first inhale was not as deep. The nicotine might as well do nothing for her, but the motions are her own therapy.

There was nothing but the moonlight illuminating the graveyard before her. The dirt she was sitting on grounds her as she clutches the grass. As if she was afraid of suddenly being spirited away. If only such a thing was possible.

The grave she found herself sitting on was one of the oldest ones in the yard. She knows this because she looked for the oldest one. Most folk tales say the freshest body haunts the grounds until a new one take’s its place.

She knew better than that.

Not all ghosts that haunted graveyards were young. Some were even older than the town itself. Those ghosts were always the most interesting to talk to. She’s learned so much from them. 

Tonight, she just wished she could die. It was the source of most of her problems, truly. If only she could die, then maybe life could have meaning? Maybe she could enjoy it.

Maybe if she could die, it would get rid of this sense of being alone. No matter how many friends she made, she would eventually outlive them. This was just a plain fact. Could she really bare so much pain? To be left behind over and over again till eventually she was scared to make friends?

She could just continue to hang out with her other friends. The ones who were immortal or basically so, but it still didn’t fix things. She felt like her humanity was slipping the more she hung out with them, which only made it harder to interact with humans. She wanted to be human and yet, she felt like an ever-increasing gap was forming. There was no way to close it.

No matter who or what she hung out with, she felt truly alone in this world. It felt like somehow it was her fault. As if her friends' presence not being able to ease her sense of loneliness was like saying they weren’t good enough friends. They were! If it weren’t for them, she isn’t sure what kind of person she would be today.

Was she maybe putting too many expectations on them? Maybe she shouldn’t expect her friends to ease her pain. After all, it was only her who felt this way. She had no clue how to fix this. How could they ever know what to do?

She really did have no one. Maybe she was already all alone in this world.

The tears started to flow, and she curled in on herself. Hanging her head low and started to cry. She just felt worse.

Why did it feel worse? Why won’t this pain go away?

She just wanted to be normal. To be happy. To just finally die.

Why was that so much to ask for?

She hated this line of thinking. She just wished she could stop it. Forget it. Just never feel this way ever, but no matter how much she wished it wasn’t going to happen. It never happened.

What’s worse is that she knew she wasn’t truly all alone in that sense. She felt so self-centered and selfish for feeling this way, let alone to what path her thoughts always led her down. 

Why couldn’t she just live in the moment? She was wasting her time feeling this way. Crying wouldn’t change things. Moping would get her nowhere but, deeper in this hole.

Yet, what scared her the most was no longer feeling this way. If she managed to climb herself out of this hole only to find she was truly alone like, she had thought. Then what was all the work to climb out for? What if she became human again, and it was too late? All the friends she had made up till now, already too old or too busy to hang out with her. She’d have to start all over.

Could she really bring herself to do that? She didn’t know. She really didn’t know, and as the years kept going by, her dream of wanting to become human seemed more and more unattainable. Was she just fooling herself this whole time?

For a moment, she’s brought out of her thoughts as she sees an orb in the distance. A spirit trapped unable to move on and yet, she’s here crying about not being able to die.

In a graveyard off all places. She really was an insensitive, selfish bitch, wasn’t she?

[red-velvet-0w0]

long ass chaotic unstructured vent post about my ex be warned

(also if your one of my IRLs who also knows her. like i wont stop you from reading this but i dont want you to have your view of this person tainted by my bad experiences with them) (just like if you do decide to read through this be aware that everything here is more of a rant about a bad relationship rather than a personal attack on the person herself)

(also if you are my ex (because i know you know my tumblr and look through my blog every once and a while) definitely do not read this post)

There were so many problems with our relationship. like i can see that now, although i could see a lot of the cracks at the time i just assumed it was something we could work through, something we could fix. I suppose that a lot of the blame does lay on me for never actualy talking to her about it all but at the time i was so scared that confronting her about any of it would just start another fight and now despite promising that we could still be friends after it all ended i can barely stand to be around her for long enough to talk about it

Because like for so many years before we started dating she was everything to me. its a bad habit that i have where i basicaly just hyperfixate on one person and center my life around them. but usualy its only for a little while. for her it was years. she was my entire world for me. i would do anything for her.

and when we started dating i was so happy. the person who i had loved and admired and crushed on FOR YEARS actualy liked me back. i felt lovable. it was right after i had come out as trans too, and it finaly felt like all of my goals in life were achievable. like i could actualy have a future after so long of feeling like the only hope for me was to die before my life could get any worse. for a second i really thought things were starting to get better

The first problem that I noticed in our relationship was when it finaly sank in to me that she didnt love me in the same way i loved her. like she clearly liked me and thought i was cute but fuck sometimes it really just felt like i was just some pet to her. like i was this cute little thing thats fun to have around but isnt on the same level as you.

and she never understood me either. Like she was neurodivergent too and youd think she would understand how different people think and act in different ways but she never even tried to understand my ADHD. she just acted like it was another problem for me to fix.

AND DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON HER OBSESSION WITH "FIXING" ME

before we started dating she would always joked that she like the idea of "I could fix him" where she liked the idea of fixing a broken person as a form of intimacy, that that was appealing to her. and at the time i saw it as a cute, sweet thing. you know. just like wanting to help people.

BUT NO. for our entire relationship i was never good enough for her. I was always broken or needed fixing. and at first it was the simple stuff. "oh i want you to take better care of yourself" "can you try spending more time with other people" "try to be healthier". and even that came with its own problems. i would change everything about how i lived for her and christ knows it wasnt easy and what did she do? nothing. she never even thanked me for changing myself for her. never agknoleged the effort i had put in. just gave me a new thing that she was dissapointed in me for that i needed to fix

AND THEN SHE STARTED TRYING TO FIX ALL THE WAYS I WASNT EVEN BROKEN. according to her "my style wasnt good enough" and i had to dress more like her. or how i didnt act how i should. like i was some fucking barbie doll she could dress up and mold into whatever she wanted me to be. because she was "always right". she never even questioned if what she wanted was what was best for me. she just "KNEW" she was doing what was "best" for me and that i was just being stubborn

And that just brings us into the absolute MESS that was our communication.

I have always been bad at communicating my thoughts I know. Its like my brain is in a different language and when i try to translate all those words into english i just dont have the right way to say it, or like every way i try something just gets lost in communication. BUT SHE NEVER TRIED TO UNDERSTAND. she would never be patient with me. NOOOOOO because she was perfectly able to speak with ease, that just meant I wasnt trying hard enough.

and dont even get me started on our fights. what would always happen is that I would say something wrong, or misspeak, or use some sarcasm or make a joke she didnt pick up on, and then she would be furious. she would always DEMAND explanations and apologies. and I never argued back, or stretched out the arguments. I was always the one apologising, or explaining myself, and it was just never good enough for her. she just kept arguing over and over again about how i had hurt her feelings by mispeaking and wanted a better apology, or never thought that my apologies were genuine enough. I was always comforting her and she never even bothered to meet me halfway.

or whenever she was sad i was always the one offering my condolences, trying to boost her spirit, trying to make her feel better. because i loved her and i cared for her so much. and when it came to me she never cared when i was sad. never tried to make me feel better. she always just told me how to fix the problem and got mad about the fact i hadnt fixed it myself first

and like

i know in the end we agreed to be friends

but at the same time i kinda hate her so bad right now

im not sure if i can.

idk if i should actualy try to fully cut ties with her after everything? or maybe i should just finaly talk to her about how she actualy really hurt me with our relationship?

i dont know and really dont want to do either. whatever. ive said what ive needed to say

[rametarin]

Doomsday preppers bore me.

Speaking a little bit about my background again.

So. It's 1995-96. I'm 11-12 years old. Parents divorced, we've since moved from where we started into a trailer so I can go to school in a new town, because the old one had a teacher that was an immovable object and destroying my mental health. Mom would either have needed to stop being an utter cunt and bringing her stress home with her to take it out on me, or my teacher would have to, and rather than just stop being a cunt at me, she chose to put me in a different school in a different town.

So we moved in with my 40-something dad after my parents divorced. She was a raging bitch again, dictating things she had no right dictating, starting screaming matches over control issues and just generally causing problems and dilemmas so no one could have any peace unless they were submitting to her and giving her attention. Just privileged (the real definition, not the sociology major one) white woman shit, knowing the law at the time would stan for her no matter how much of a raging cunt she was to everyone and everything. Any excuse to kick a man out of his own home was a good excuse, and everybody knew it.

It got so bad my father took on an obscene financial burden just to buy a house down the street and stick us in it so he'd have his space back. Since mom was hellbent on getting every dollar from him and lording ownership of his property over him while both of us, his kids, were under 18.

By 1996, she had really fallen off the deep end and was being a belligerent and aggressive bitch to everyone and everything for no reason other than they weren't doing exactly as she wanted, immediately when she wanted it. Failure to do that meant she was going to just make your life miserable as a pasttime, since women do not reap physical consequences for these actions without triggering other women's "THAT COULD BE ME! I CAN'T TOLERATE THAT HAPPENING TO ANOTHER WOMAN! SHE'S A MOOOOMM!!!" response.

She started writing down her delusions in a lined notebook. She's always believed she was some sort of psychic/sensitive spiritualist. She identifies as a Christian and sees "the occult" as bad, but she believes herself to be holyer-than-thou and thus, her self-aggrandizing brand of pseudo-spirituality is centered around receiving divine prophecy. Any stupid thing she imagines, she believes is going to happen and continues to look for it. Anything she did not personally imagine, she discredits as impossible, because she didn't foresee it.

So you can have the flu and she won't give a shit and consider you exaggerating your pain and distress, but if she "prophesices" you're going be ill, she ignores how you actually feel and projects her delusions of how sick you're going to be onto you. Just, antagonize you to try and get you to play out how she imagines reality working. It's like being aggressively Live Action Roleplayed at and being stuck in that awkward moment where you won't do what she imagined is true.

It's a kind of narcissism where she's both acting as well as deluding herself to try and convince herself and those around her of her preferred way of seeing the world. She AGGRESSIVELY tries to gaslight reality itself. That level of audaciousness and pride is just, 10/10 asshole. And it's exposure to this raging, consequence-free, insulated piece of shit that has forced me to intolerance when dealing with them. Because like any petty dictator, you can be as deluded and egotistical as you want so long as you make OTHER PEOPLE die or suffer for your delusions. She sacrificed my health, safety and future by forcing my participation in her delusions as a consequence of living around and with her, so whenever she faced setbacks, she demanded I somehow MAKE her delusions work, or not only did I get punished by the consequences of her disgusting decisions independent of her response to it, but I was given the blame for them when they failed. Like it was my ass that filled the room with canned food until the cheap plastic shelves collapsed.

So anyway. By 1997, she had a raging "I'm just, like, psychic, y'know?" boner of self-importance, and she looked around to find literature that'd compliment and play along with her delusions. She was depressed, and the only reason she wasn't suicidal was because she was too prideful to die while we, he kids, were still young and dependent. But, she was miserable. Independent of anything else, she wanted a situation where she could die but be utterly blameless for it.

In fact, she wanted to go to heaven but it be God's will, but god wasn't cooperating. Outside a few panic attacks, she was fit as a fat flabby fiddle. Dispirited, she started diving into literature that confirmed her bias and found a culture of similar doomer-boomers online, from similar backgrounds and attitudes. She found the world of Christian online rapturism.

Now, when one imagines these, they imagine a very top-down hierarchy of cultists preaching to ignorant, receptive, submissive sheep about bible scripture and what for sure is going to happen. This is not true. Each person in that room that is not the preacher has certain expectations for them to confirm their bias and say what they want said, and the preachers that would be popular have to read the room to figure out their bend, biases and what they want, in order to affirm the bias. They are only giving these supposed preachers the power over them to fit that role. If the preacher starts dictating things they don't believe, they lose their top-from-the-bottom narcsisstic flock and wind up followerless. They aren't all a bunch of Pentacostal tongue speakers babbling nonsense or Catholics LARPing demon exorcisms.

So she joined these 'prepper' forums where boomerdoomers talk about how the end for sure is coming you gais, it's prophesized in dur by-bull.

The number of nights I had to listen to this stupid bitch moaning and diatribing to herself about "the mark of the beast" being an ID chip for some dystopian cyberpunk world, and microchips in milk and other stupid shit, were far too many. Chemtrails being poison by some nebulous government agency poisoning the air (JUST FUCKING WAKES OF PLANES YOU DUMB CUNT) and, just, an endless cavalcade of confirmation biases for her delusions. And every single one gave her the confidence to fake it until she made it about The Rapture being right around the corner.

The truth was, I think, she hated the idea of "being used" by us, her kids. Me, in particular. We'd finally gotten stable to where, as a nurse, she was pulling in between 65 to 70K a year in 1990s money. She wasn't paying rent or a mortgage, because the house we lived in was owned by my father, they were divorced, and him paying the mortgage was basically like child support since it meant she didn't have to pay rent to live anywhere. That was easily $1,200 a month in savings.

So how did this selfish cunt spend the savings? Was it on securing new cars to get from A to B? Was it on college educations for us, her kids? School supplies? A second car, so I'd be able to get to and from a job in order to make my own money?

No. She blew what savings that would've come from that out of her disgusting cottage cheese ass on frivolous feel-goods. Going out to the movies every weekend, buying movies, buying junk food, driving around waaaaay more miles than was good for the car, paying automotive bills from using the car too much, throwing fistfuls of money to lord how she was "the good sister" and a martyr and oh how her sisters abused her generosity, at all her sisters.

And she expected ME to get a job, put a car in her name, buy the car, have absolutely no control over where I could go with it, no right to drive it without her explicit direction and permission, but all responsibility to take care of it from maintenance to gas money (and she loves to just ride around in circles for no other reason than to wastegas.) And wanted all my future minimum wage dollars to go towards paying her bills..

So she could, again, blow more of her own money out of her ass. Which she patted herself on the back for by taking the initiative and spending, whether we wanted her to or not, to then wail and scream about how we "owed her" and she'd expect us to fork over our income when we were making any.

So from 1997 to 2002, conveniently from the time I went from 13-18, this world class cunt became the most insufferable, entitled, antagonistic, greedy bitch in the world. Every minute of the day had to be about her, every dollar had to be about her delusions, every inch of space in the house was taken up by her spending exorbinant amounts of money on canned foods and powdered milk and other nonsense until just moving through the house was an episode of Hoarders.

No matter how much I might say, "We HAVE NO MORE FUCKING ROOM!" She'd just buy more because, "IT WAS ON SAAAAAALE. MAKE ROOM!!" and make it my responsibility to Tetris-block rearrange her shit so we could fit more into the way too small house.

It wasn't bad enough that she was keeping us poor as fuck by only investing in her delusional, "seven years of tribulations and strife" food, preceding the rapture. But that she filled the house with her shit, and forced me to participate in moving it around. Forcing other people to normalize your delusions is a power move intended to dominate and control the environment and setting in which other people live. It's a way to try and impose reality onto them by forcing them to interact with it on your terms.

I couldn't have any social life, money to go with other people, or even build my own future, because this disgusting cunt wanted to LARP out some fantasy that god would swoop down, alleviate her need to kill herself to escape reality, and bring her up to heaven while everybody she disagreed with burned in hell beneath her. But I didn't want to surrender to the state and just become homeless.

I wanted her to snap the fuck out of it. I thought she was just a proud moron, not rotten to her core evil. I know better now, but I will never, ever give anyone the benefit of the doubt like this again. You show me who you really are once, I'll believe you, even after you claim to change. Because the reality she was going to be not just worthless but a detriment to my life was too cold and horrible to imagine for teenaged me. The reality was worse than I ever could've imagined.

She never got better. Even after her date of 2000 new years when the rapture was supposed to happen, the world didn't end. Nor did it happen on new years 2001. So we go into 2001, and she's still talking about "any day now." Since she married herself to the idea Jesus was going to beam us up and there was no reason to invest in the future because God made sure heaven was going to be our future.

I was going to turn 18 in summer of 2002. I figured she'd see that she'd been foolish and just went through a rough spell, mentally, and would recover.

And then fall 2001, 9/11 happened. She got back on her bullshit and being irrational and unreasonable. With added bigotry towards Islam above and beyond the antipathy that Islamototalitarianism deserves.

Then that stupid murmuring of prophecy shit caught in her dumbass Doomsday prepper online forums, and 2012 became the next big date of global catastrophe. Which, surprise surprise to people in 2024, was another great big fat fucking nothingburger.

I have no patience or tolerance for doomerboomers. I know exactly what you are. It's ugly, it's selfish, it's ignorant, it's mentally diseased and it belongs in a god damned nuthouse.

The only reason I didn't try to have the stupid bitch committed was she was just functional enough to provide a bit of money for my grandparents (her parents) to keep them out of complete poverty.

Well. Both my grandparents are dead, now. And all her sisters and brothers (my aunts and uncles) are despicable, selfish, delusional assholes that I wouldn't piss on to put them out if they were on fire. She's no less psychotic and insufferable now than in the 00s. Less so, even. I lose nothing and hurt no one if telling the police about her would get her put on the funny farm.

Anyway. Yeah, the eclipse brought out people like her in droves, and it made me angry.

[compulsoryroyalty]

“Madama Silvana.”

The witch would bow her head, entering upon the Mother of Magic’s domain.

Things were always strange in the Veil, compared to that of the surface. A blue sky versus the surface’s violet, a wider range of species compared to the surface’s, a greater understanding of magic compared to that of the surface. Yet, it was still just another place on Flora--rather, in Flora--at the end of the day.

People walked, people talked, people worked, people lived.

Things were just a little bit stranger, in comparison.

Such as; Madama Silvana’s room. Being the Mother of Space, her living quarters were always weird--she had floating rocks and things randomly about. She had an entire mess of papers on the ceiling at all times--something for the opossums to read? Her desk was bolted to the ground, yet she never was. She took advantage of her Lucky Star being centered around Space to an obnoxious degree within her own quarters.

Being one of the most powerful people in the universe did that to someone, Lila guessed.

Currently, Silvana was reading something at her desk--well, floating slightly above it. She looked up with a smile.

“Lila. It’s good to see you.”

And a smile the human would return to the old cat. “It’s good to see you too, Ma’am.”

The human walked up to the feline, tapping on her thigh-drums twice. A chair would spawn right beneath herself, allowing her a place to sit.

“Oh,” the feline waved a hand, a chair moving towards the human, “You know you don’t have to do that. Please--”

“Oh, nah,” she smirked, “This is one of your chairs, Silvana.”

She snickered. “Of course it would be.”

S N A P

The chair Silvana brought to her simply disappeared.

“Now,” she started, lowering herself into her desk’s seat. “I suppose we should not beat around the bush, should we?”

And Lila shook her head, placing her hands on her knees.

“What the fuck is a Zone Cop?”

“I know what you’ve been doing with the Darling.”

The two spoke at once, in sync, as if their own problems were more pertinent than the others.

It caused Lila to be startled, actually. Her eyes went as wide as dinner plates, her expression turned to one of... very slight panic. She smiled, she chuckled, she put a hand behind her head.

“Whaaaaaaat? Whaaaaaaaaaat? Me? Doing something with that dense excuse of a ruler?” She limped a wrist, “C’mooooon, Silvana! You know--”

“I know a lot, Lila.” Her tone was stern, her brows were furrowed. She stared the human down without an ounce of sympathy. “Using that much of your magic to teleport someone to another world is noticeable. Had it not transpired in the Veil, I am sure the entirety of Flora would know about it.”

...Shit.

“Well, okay,” she conceded, almost immediately. There wasn’t much you could get past a Veil Witch--let alone a Mother of Magic. “So I did a little teleporting. So what?”

“You are needlessly endangering the life of an innocent, Lila. That should be enough.”

She winced, closing her eyes for a moment.

Great, being chastised by the strongest non-deitic being in existence. That’s exactly what she wanted today.

She knew she couldn’t, but she had to try to reason her actions, “It’s... it’s not endangerment--”

“Then what is it? A form of protection?”

...

Actually.

“I mean,” she started, “Those Darling guys are important, right? They always got pretty wacky Lucky Stars in comparison to anyone else.”

Silvana retorted quick, “They would be no safer in another world than they would be here--”

“Hey, hey, lemme finish.

“It,” she paused, almost second guessing herself, “It depends on the world, wouldn’t it? I ain’t sendin’ her to a mirror of our own world, okay?” Not that one exists, as far as she knows, “I’m sendin’ her to other worlds, full of friendly people willing to help someone who gets a little displaced.

“Like, look at this.”

S N A P

A holographic screen would appear in front of the feline, showing off a purple, horned creature speaking with the fennec known as Kit.

“A couple minutes in the freezing cold and she’s already getting helped out by dragons, of all people.

“Can you imagine that? A dragon, helping people! I’d be in hysterics if I didn’t see it for myse--”

“Enough, Lila.”

The old feline waved a hand, dispersing the screen as soon as it came.

“Even if she is in safe hands, that does not help the other problems this arises.

“Such as, ‘‘how are we going to explain that multiverse theory is real’‘?”

“That’s... actually becoming more of a problem we can’t hide, Silvana.”

Another holographic screen, this time, showing Friedrich interacting with two separate entities--one being a jet black hedgehog with a overgrown purple arm, and the other a... who-the-fuck-knows child, small and adorable as can be.

“If she’s not going to learn it through me, she’ll definitely learn it through him.”

A pause. A silence.

The Mother of Space questioned, slowly, “Who... are these people?”

“Beats me,” the witch responded, shrugging, “But I’ve noticed Friedrich talking to these people, and it’ll only be a matter of time before he confronts me about it. “Speaking of confronting--Zone Cops?”

A light sigh escaped Silvana, shaking her head.

“Why is this happening now?“ She muttered, placing her hands on her head. “I will be honest with you, Lila--I do not have a clue what a Zone Cop is.”

“Excuse me?”

“Multiversal matters, for as much as I know about this concept, are plainly, out of my control. “I control Space, but my Space is limited to this Universe. Anything that isn’t a precise beacon on another world is unknown to me. “Whatever these Zone Cops do is out of my control. Whatever they are is outside of my knowledge.

“The multiverse is ever a colossal beast--there is a reason I keep my priorities to this universe, and tend to not mess with or travel to any other.”

...Double shit.

“Which,” Silvana starts, pointing a finger at the human, “Brings me back to my first point. “Why are you doing so?”

The screen dispersed again.

That same sheepish smile came into play as Lila spoke, “To protect the Darling! She won’t know about multiverses yet--I already had that planned out.”

“How?”

“I’m only teleporting her at night. Make her think it’s a wild dream--she’s as blind as a bat, she can’t tell.” Her smile turns to one of pride. “Then, when the sun rises again, I teleport her back here and put a spell on her body to be entirely rested! Like she really did sleep!”

Silvana merely shakes her head.

“We are still endangering her--”

“No, no, see,” she held up a finger, “I’m the one endangering her. And I know she’s not in any danger because I can see her. This it genuinely fool proof, Silvana. It’s perfect!”

A silence.

A raised brow from the feline, “And if she were to fall into danger?”

“I teleport her back early. Like nothin’ even happened!”

. . .

Silvana shakes her head once more.

“No.”

“No?”

“No.”

She points a finger at the desk. “You go with her.”

“What?!?!?!”

“If you’re going to continue doing this, we need more of a safety net than just your assurance. “You’re an amazing witch, Lila,” she placed her palm on the desk, “Surely you can do much more than simply watch.”

“Well, uh, yeah, but--”

“But nothing. Either travel with her, or do not teleport her at all. “And track the worlds you go to, as well. Denote their general suitability--see if they are actual safe-havens or just hellish demon sanctuaries.”

“Silvana, you can’t really expect me to--”

“Do I need to repeat myself, Lila?“

... “No, Madama. Thank you, Madama.”

[outdraws]

he drags the open mouth of a palm over his knee as he speaks, “ i'm not fighting you on that. ” lifting dark eyebrows in a meaningful way with the turn of the conversation. the threadwork tightens against this gesture so he decides he's done paying it anymore mind. and so the arm drops down to the business of his thigh. “ not fighting you on anything. ”

leon has the sense her grip on the entire matter is like a dying creature's to their lifeline and maybe it was. he long decided he had no intention of getting his fingers between teeth and their prized meat. and the man had little interest in welcoming any agency aimed for their beds. the agent could recognize the center path simply from looking around. but there was another problem not yet taken into account; there were other people interested in her, outside of the country and potentially outside of trinity. his presence was evidence of that — a possible amalgamation of beings curious about one researcher. it had the taste of premature premise for an action flick without the charm of fiction to save them. but, he reserves his tongue and only openly observes the immediate problems ahead, like evading manufacturing suspicion on their own tab.

the archaeologists has her back to him, instead of cavern walls encaging her it's this room. profiling was within his potential but never a trade he took seriously enough, it's not the lens he scrutinizes her under now anyways. blue eyes sweep between shoulder to shoulder and what remnants of her face he could see. he'd tried not making it obvious earlier when she'd pulled the gash close. there lay a world largely unknown to him, paper and machine spewed depictions as coldly accurate as possible and yet he felt he still didn't know lara croft. and from her nervousness he could assume she was closer to stranger even to herself.

have you ever been in a labyrinth? he hardly knew if the answer to follow her was far enough. she talks to him as if this was the focal point, as if everything in their lives had led up to this particular question. there isn't an immediate reply, lips don't even quiver with the desire to try. he waits until her face is in sight again.

“ something tells me, it wouldn't matter if i answered 'yes' or 'no'. what do you have in mind? ”

the calm of leon's tone blooms a glare in his direction, unwarranted and certainly undeserving, she's nearly gotten him killed, another life lost to the ledger of tens and tens taken by the flood, another pin tossed against the scale of her guilty, guilty heart. her hands wring restlessly together, her remingtons dismantled and put together twice, the wait to get out of cozumel is extending needlessly. she's very much aware trinity has sent a splinter cell after her, after one of their own researchers gave her a possible clue to unravel the puzzle of the pink fish. jonah is out there securing passage and she's waiting for an enemy to burst through the doors. she's evaded them just long enough to return to their little motel. she's ready go, now.

❝ the time we've bought is barely enough for a head start. we need to go before trinity know we have this information. ❞ she grinds an elaboration for her impatience, as if leon needs it. this unexpected trek could be a useless detour from their main objective, which lara has the upper hand on, now. every second is valuable. but leon's right, no need to involve more innocents, certainly not their generous host. lara anchors her palms into the cement wall, forehead pressing against chipping eggshell paint as she steels a breath and then another, ❝ have you ever been in a labrinth ? ❞ better prepare more, leon's not familiar with this particular line of her work, she thinks. better prepare him too.

[vtoriacore]

*Takes in deep breath* Ok here we go!

Mc gets transported to Twisted wonderland and gets admitted into an all boy school completely foreign to the concepts there but what choice does she have she has to survive after all so she can go back to her home once more. But...why? Born and raised in a run down crime city where the light of justice doesn't shine and people live in fear hoping to survive another night. Cruel and wicked the place was and so were her parents for leaving her all alone, an infant to defend for herself, but fear not! As the little hope the place had was it's adoption centers if you could even call it that... The place was shabby and run down like all the other parts of the city but hey it in the end you got food and a place to sleep so it was home, her home. Little mc clinged to hope once more that someday someone will come and pick her up and her long nightmare would end but once again life had its own plans. Time flies and the childeren get violent and agressive just as the adults did, prying on the weaker children one of them being mc. But once more she pushed through it all and started to defend for herself. Things took a turn for the worse and the adoption centers were no longer a safe haven rather a trap to lure kids in to sell off. Gasping and breathing she ran away as fast as she could away from the big scary men and women who tried to give her off but she knew better then to trust them. Now she was truly all alone. Poverty, gang violence, homicide, fear, pain she had seen all the bad before she could even see the good. It was hard it really was but she saw new hope and could only foolishly cling to it hoping that it wouldn't go away this time. Mc had just stolen something from a local biker gang and ran she dodged effortlessly as they tried to catch her, they were impressed a kid barely reaching up to their waist had ran away from their grasps. So the next time they saw her they offered up a deal Mc would steal things for them and in return they'd protect mc even if they were highschoolers themselves. Hesitant she was but this was the first time someone had actively offered to help and so they did for the rest of her teens they attached themselves to her and thought her everything they knew. Mc with this new knowledge had done great things for herself. It was risky but she was happy she could go to school, eat in peace and do the things she wanted. But ah Life also had new plans... And so justice had arrived for the wrong people... That evening she skipped back to the base wanting to show off the full marks she had gotten only to find out from a passerby that the police had taken them away into custody. Oh.. she's back alone again mc felt it sting in her heart she felt like the helpless infant she did back then, what's the use of knowing how to fight if you cannot protect the one you love in the end? Mc felt bitter if only her parents hadn't left her she wouldn't have to face this heart ache but even then all she could do is grit her teeth and push forward. You might think oh why doesn't she just move well it isn't as simple as it seems the scholarship payed for her education but it didn't pay for her living costs. And to move out of the sudden is not possible with your level of criminal record. Even after all the hardships she faced she still hoped there was some good left to come her way and then she got stuck here, in a complete different world from where she lived before new circumstances come in place of her old ones.

Ok I've said so much so far but let's imagine mc is a cheeky little shit despite her problems and likes to get in trouble and all of that stuff. She's thick skinned so most of the things said to her fly over her head but one day, she gets into trouble again as the twst boys upset or playfully say,

"Didn't your parents ever teach you any manners?"

Or something related to parents, and mc feel a sharp sting in their chest.

An uncomfortable feeling rises in them as they laught it off awkwardly not wanting to make a big thing out of it and the twst boys don't notice the gritting of their teeth or the blanks stares.

That night mc lies on the bed recollecting all of her past once more, it still stings like a fresh cut and they want to let it go and act like they aren't bothered anymore or too so on so act 'mature' and forgive her parents but it's hard...they left her all alone.

Ok so a week or month goes by and mc and said character are walking alongside each other, character still doesn't know about MC's parents and comments,

"Don't you miss your family? Im sure they must be missing you alot"

Mc who's walking infront of them feels the familiar ache this time harder and the smile on their face drops.

Mc stays silent for a bit before finally answering,

"Family huh? Hmm.... It's a nice thought"

Mc stops in her tracks and turns around to look at said character with a sad smile the light in their eyes dull as the next words they say really explains it all,

"Though I wouldn't ever know what it'd feel like since I never had one."

This is from the anon who said they'd send in an angst ask idk I was just brainstorming at 4 am so yea.

I'll be 🍓💔💌 anon if you'd let me be lol. Also not proof read and my typos are know for taking lives.

tw: death, gang violence (mentions), general angst

note: not sure if you wanted a response to your idea but i enjoyed thinking of how different characters would respond to this situation and it was simply ✨ thank you for sending this in, and of course you may be the 🍓💔💌 anon! (on that note, the "my typos are known for taking lives" is so relatable, when i read back on my work and some of the words are just ???)

oh my god this is such a good concept! just a very stubborn mc who doesn't admit defeat despite the fact the world seems to have it out for her, and still remains strong even though she went through so much trauma.

i'd imagine certain characters such as ruggie to really resonate with mc and basically stick with her if they find out her backstory. but because ruggie grew up with a loving grandmother, i can just see him basically adopting the mc into his family and she has no choice in the matter. he has seen all sorts of unimaginable horrors in the slums, from diseases running people ragged to violent crimes in order to make money, take revenge etc. so, he can definitely sympathise with mc's situation and understand where she's coming from. also, both mc and ruggie running errands for leona together to make ends meet (and steal from him because he'll never notice with those skills).

jade and floyd are also a pair that would somewhat understand mc and her backstory. the ocean is one hell of a deadly environment, and survival by any means is completely normal even if it involves acts deemed unethical by secular land society. (correct me if i'm wrong but) i recall jade saying that any food they caught would be eaten raw, so violence and death (even if minor) would have been exposed to them since they were young. not to mention the loss of family, as the tweels would have most likely had many siblings that succumbed to death growing up because of how volatile the environment is. so upon learning the mc's backstory, they're probably gonna respect her and share some similar view points. not to mention, floyd would be absolutely ecstatic with the fact that mc is a bit of a troublemaker. in his eyes, trouble = fun and he would definitely get you to play some pranks on azul or riddle together. you can expect him to consider mc as somewhat of family now too, because the moment someone tries to mess with them they're getting the infamous squeeze.

this is already getting long, but i also actually think that lilia, having lived through actual wars and so much death and horror, would definitely, absolutely, 100% be empathetic towards the mc and oh won't you look at that, he has a new adopted kid. (cue mc and silver arguing like actual siblings~) i'd imagine him to take on a fatherly role (but please stay away from lilia's cooking if he offers some) and basically provide the emotional support mc needs. it would manifest in many ways, such as congratulating her on her grades, providing a safe space for her to live in (rather than ramshackle because that place is holding on by a string) or even introducing her to videogames <3 (so basically he is ideal father material and takes over that role, so yay, new parent!) also, lilia will absolutely never, ever let mc go back "home" (he refuses to call it that because absolutely not!) and he is already signing the adoption papers because she deserves so much better than that old trashy place. if crowley is familiar with the concept of self-preservation, he will stop looking for a way to get mc home because if he doesn't, lilia won't be so kind. not to mention, the whole diasomnia dorm will probably be too attached to mc by that point to let go so now she has sebek, silver and malleus all just menacingly plotting to keep her in the twisted wonderland world.