#AJ Writes.

[mellarked-katnisseverdeen]

Katniss singing a song for Peeta during an episode

Whatever compels her to begin humming she doesn't know. His knuckles are white and his whole body is trembling and she can't let him sit in this misery.

She's scared, and just wants him back and it's all she can think to ground him to the hear and now.

The words come when Peeta seems to begin breathing normally in her arms. She vaguely remembers her kiss in the sewer and how it brought him back so she keeps singing softly. By the time the first few songs are over his hands are releaseing their grip on the kitchen sink and when he moves to sit on the floor, she moves with him. Continuing to embrace him.

"It's not real. Whatever it was, not real."

Leaning on her shoulder, they stay like that as she goes through a few more songs. Peeta opens his eyes and they are tired and still glistening from tears. But their a clear blue she recognizes as only his.

[every-aj-needs-an-angel]

Okay this one's been stuck in my head all day but I have absolutely time to write it so please share this vision with me

Try as they might, Steve and Robin couldn't get tickets to Chrissy Cunningham's arena tour, but they could get tickets to a festival she was playing.

The last thing Steve ever wanted to do was go and stand in a muddy field for sixteen hours while they waited for the headline act. But he was pretty sure Robin was in love with her favourite musician, and he wasn't about to deny his best friend a chance at love.

So he helped her make personalised t-shirts because honestly all the other bands in the line-up kinda sounded like they sucked.

His read, "Only Here for Chrissy" on the front and "I'm Steve" on the back and Robin's read "Chrissy, Will You Be My Girlfriend?" on the front and "If Lost, Please Return To Steve" on the back.

And it turned out, as they stood against the barrier in a not so muddy field, on a lovely, warm, but overcast, May day, that even bands that sucked could be fun. Even if it was only because they spent their day with earplugs in, so their eardrums wouldn't combust, bitching about each artist's lack of ability to put notes or an outfit together.

During the lunchtime intermission, the pair made friends with the lesbian couple next to them, Kayla and Jess, who were also eagerly awaiting Chrissy's set and similarly liked to mock those who committed crimes against sound and fashion. Steve was glad to have met them, they were really nice, and he felt better about leaving her to use the bathroom or to fetch food, knowing Robin was in safe hands.

He also felt better about letting her wander off, not that it stopped him from stressing out when she and Kayla had been missing for over fifteen minutes. He spread himself out to keep their places against the railing with his back to the stage, watching the crowd intently. Jess wasn't quite as chatty once they were alone, but she seemed content enough, bobbing along to the band that'd appeared on the stage.

Steve didn't turn back around to face the stage until he spotted the girls heading back towards them, he gave them a wave and turned around to look at the guys who hadn't been attempting to destroy anyone's hearing and was met with the face of the most gorgeous man he'd ever seen. Pretty face, long curly hair tied up in a bun, muscle tee showing off his many tattoos, piercings and chains and glittery Docs; Steve felt himself owl blink and blush.

God's gift to mankind was kneeling centre stage, guitar in hand making the most beautiful sounds Steve had ever heard as his fingers flew over the strings, and it was only when the rest of the band kicked back in that the man looked up, winked directly at Steve, and then jumped back to his feet, spending the rest of the song bouncing around the stage.

Steve only realised his mouth was agape when Robin finally arrived next to him and elbowed him hard in the ribs, giving him the same look she did whenever he was embarrassing in the club. He watched the rest of the Corroded Coffin, according to the backdrop, set in awe. Screaming and clapping along when they wished everyone a great day, throwing picks and drumsticks into the crowd and taking a bow; patting each other on the back as they wandered offstage.

As soon as it was quiet again, Robin wanted to know what the hell was wrong with his face and honestly, he couldn't answer her. He didn't even believe in love, not for himself at least, and he certainly didn't believe in love at first sight. It didn't stop him from spending the next couple of hours watching the faces at the sides of the stage, hoping to catch a glimpse of his new favourite guitarist, though.

As soon as Chrissy hit the stage, Steve got lost, between filming the set and watching Robin trying not to hyperventilate when Chrissy spotted her t-shirt, pointed to her, and giving her a coy little wink, blew her a kiss.

"An old school friend is here with me tonight, and I'd like him to help me out with this next track. Especially for the beauty in the front row, this is Girlfriend!"

The crowd went wild as the beat kicked in, but Steve was still watching Robin because it looked like she'd stopped breathing altogether. That was until she gasped loudly and started smacking Steve in the way she always did whenever she got overly excited; pointing wildly at the stage, and it was only when he looked over he saw Corroded Coffins guitarist bouncing up and down next to Chrissy.

Instead of the black muscle vest and skinny jeans he'd been sporting earlier in the day, he had changed into pale blue board shorts and a baggy white t-shirt that read "Hey Steve!" written in black sharpie with a giant winking smiley face underneath that could only really be seen when he swung his guitar around his back to copy Chrissy's dance moves.

The song ended, and the friends hugged, Chrissy waving him off the stage and calling out, "Eddie Munson everybody!" letting the crowd go wild for her friend before launching into the rest of her set.

By the time Chrissy had actually left the stage, Robin looked exhausted, having screamed and sung and danced herself out. They hung around a bit, said goodbye to Kayla and Jess, wishing them a safe journey home, and they were just taking one last look at the now empty stage when he heard someone yell his name...

[voidartisan]

Tech blinked his eyes open at the bottom of the ravine. Impossible— nearly. The fall was too long. His chances of survival were less than two percent. Even if he had, he certainly should not be free of pain. Perhaps he was in shock.

He raised a hand to adjust his goggles, and, to his surprise, found it pale blue and translucent. Fascinating.

“Yeah, it takes a little while to get used to.”

That voice… Echo?

No.

A reg, also blue and translucent, was perched on a boulder to his left, legs crossed, one foot dangling. His appearance did not differ much from standard, save for facial hair and a small tattoo on his right temple. It was too blurry to identify what it represented.

“My theory,” the apparition continued, “Was prolonged exposure to Jedi. You’re kinda throwing that off, though.”

Tech could do little more than blink. “Who are you?”

“Right, sorry,” the reg grinned, “Been following you guys around for so long I forget you don’t already know me.”

Tech squinted, looking more closely. Something began to stir in the back of his mind. Something Echo had shown him. That they’d spoken about at length

“The name’s Fives.”

[spaceorphan18]

Alright. So. This is a thing that happened....

I... maybe have written my first real X-Men - Rogue/Gambit fic. Inspired by an interview X-Men 97 Gambit Voice Actor did. And then, it got posted to Twitter. And then said Gambit Voice Actor reblogged it, READ IT, and commented.

I am so... shellshocked you guys. I cannot believe this happened. I just... I was shaking when I found out today. This is wild and amazing and I'm so flattered and wow. I just can't even believe it.

I have literally been smiling all day.

<3

[luthqrs]

"Do you have kids?" "No, not yet. But everyone who needs us, we think of as our own." JENNIFER JAREAU in CRIMINAL MINDS 3x05 | ‘Seven Seconds’

[idliketobeatree]

What if Edwin, instead of telling Charles, "I love you. As more than a friend, I'm afraid. You don't have to feel the same way", said "You don't have to say it back" in a rush. And then– he has to cover his mouth because he did not mean to assume, Charles, I swear.

But Charles grips him by the shoulders anyway; delivers his speech as his thumbs caress the crook of Edwin's collarbones, sensitive as they are, and eventually says, "I will. I will. Just– give me some time to say it back."

[resqectable]

Sometimes you have to forget who you are to learn who you want to be.

AJ Saleh, “Nujoom”

[speaknow-sw]

𝒦𝐼𝒩𝒦𝒯𝒪𝐵𝐸𝑅 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟦

10/31/2024, Prompt : Gangbang, Dub-Con, Double Penetration and Masks with AJ, James Kelly & Sam Monroe.

A/N : mdni, dub-con borderline cnc, double penetration, gangbang, chase in a corn maze, slight degradation, masks, Sam Monroe as his own warning.

Fifth and last Kinktober fic. 3.2k of pure filth for you lovelies. Enjoy !

𝒮𝒾𝓁𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓈

“You ready for this?” James asks, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze as you stand at the entrance of the corn maze. The towering stalks sway slightly in the chilly October breeze, their rustling blending with the distant sound of Halloween music from the fairground nearby. You glance up at him, the playful glint in his eyes easing your nerves.

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” you say with a nervous laugh, shifting from foot to foot.

Behind you, Sam and AJ are already bickering over who’s going to lead the way. Sam, with her usual bold confidence, shoves AJ lightly.

“No way you’re getting us lost, AJ. I’ve seen you try to navigate a parking lot,” she says, smirking.

“Excuse me, but I have a great sense of direction!” AJ protests, adjusting the brim of their baseball cap. “You just never trust me!”

You roll your eyes, grinning at their banter. “Let’s just try not to get separated, okay? This place is huge.”

James pulls you closer, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as you all step into the maze. The lights overhead flicker, casting long shadows across the ground. The corn stalks loom over you, tall and dense, like walls closing in with each step deeper into the maze.

“This is kinda creepy, but fun, right?” James says, leaning down to whisper in your ear. You smile, though you can’t shake the growing unease in your stomach. The maze feels a lot darker and more confusing than you expected.

“Let’s split up for a bit, make it more interesting!” Sam calls from behind, her voice echoing in the narrow corridor of corn.

You immediately shake your head. “No way. This place is—”

But when you turn to argue, Sam and AJ are already gone, their laughter fading into the maze. Your heart skips. You glance at James beside you, but as soon as you reach for his hand again, it slips through your fingers.

“James?” Your voice trembles as you spin around. He was right there, but now he’s vanished too. You’re alone, the stillness around you suddenly deafening.

You swallow hard, forcing yourself to breathe. It’s fine. They’re just messing with you. They’ll be back in a second. But minutes pass, and the silence presses in heavier. Your calls for James, Sam, and AJ echo back at you, unanswered. Little did you know about their plan to coax you in a corner and take turns on you, fucking you raw.

With no other choice, you push forward, determined to find them. Each twist and turn of the maze seems to stretch on endlessly, the paths winding tighter, your surroundings growing more disorienting with every step. The rustling of the corn feels louder now, too loud. You stop for a moment, listening. Something isn’t right. There’s a soft shuffling sound, not far ahead.

“James?” you call out again, your voice shaky.

No answer. Just the sound of footsteps approaching—closer this time.

You freeze as three figures step out from between the towering stalks. James, AJ and Sam wearing masks, their features hidden beneath dark, twisted faces. Each mask is different, but all of them are equally unsettling. The figures stand in silence, blocking your path, their heads tilting slightly as if they’re studying you.

Your breath catches in your throat, the cool air now biting. You take a step back, your pulse pounding in your ears.

AJ, James, and Sam stand motionless, their eyes hidden behind the eerie masks. The tension in the air is palpable as they take a step closer.

"We're your biggest fans," AJ says, their voice distorted by the mask. "You've been such a tease. Now it's time to give us what we want."

James chuckles darkly from behind his mask. "You've led us on quite the chase. But now, we've got you right where we want you."

Sam circles around you, their eyes gleaming with excitement. "Don't worry, we'll take good care of you. You're going to love this."

You tremble as they close in, your mind racing with possibilities. What do they have in store for you? Will they hurt you? Or is this some twisted game?

AJ grabs your arm, pulling you towards a small clearing in the maze. The others follow close behind, their presence looming over you. You struggle to break free, but AJ's grip is strong.

"Let's get you out of those clothes," James growls, his hands moving to the hem of your shirt. Sam reaches around, their fingers dancing across your skin as they unclasp your bra.

You gasp, goosebumps rising on your flesh. The cool air hits your exposed skin, making you shiver. AJ's fingers trail along your thighs, pushing your skirt up and over your hips.

"Look at you," Sam purrs, running a hand over your bare breasts. "So perfect, so vulnerable. We're going to have so much fun with you."

James kneels before you, his hands gripping your hips as he leans in to kiss your inner thigh. His lips move higher, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

AJ slides a hand between your legs, their fingers teasing your most sensitive parts. "Oh, you're already wet for us. Such a naughty girl."

“No, no… JAMES » I screamed in despair, trying to escape their grip.”

But James only grins up at you, his eyes dark with desire. "Don't worry, doll. I'll make sure you feel every inch of me."

AJ's fingers start to work skillfully, their pace increasing as they bring you closer to the edge. "You'll beg for us, won't you?"

Sam's lips brush against your ear, their breath hot against your skin. "Give in, love. Let us show you the pleasure you've been missing out on."

The world around you dissolves, their touch all-consuming. You try to resist, but the pleasure building inside you grows too intense. A moan escapes your lips, and your body arches, surrendering to the ecstasy that washes over you.

AJ pulls their hand away, the absence of their touch leaving you panting and desperate.

"Now, let's get you nice and prepared for these big, hard cocks," AJ announces, their voice tinged with lust.

James stands, his arousal evident through his pants. He moves behind you, unzipping his fly, the sound loud in the quiet maze. He lines himself up with your entrance, his fingers spreading you apart.

Sam and AJ circle around, their masks now a blur as you focus on the overwhelming feeling of being filled. James pushes inside, slowly at first, allowing you to adjust to his thickness.

"Oh fuck, yes," you gasp, your body rocking back against him.

Sam and AJ don't waste any time, stripping off their pants, their arousal standing at attention. They position themselves on either side of you, their cocks dripping with anticipation.

Suddenly you felt another tip of a cock at your entrance and stiffened a scream. You saw AJ trying to get his cock in your pussy, but there was already James. Turning your head you faced Sam’s girthy cock. 

You try to pull away from the overwhelming sensation of two cocks pressing against your entrance at once. Your mind races, trying to make sense of the situation. This wasn't part of the plan, not like this.

"Wait, stop!" you cry out, pushing against AJ's chest. Sam's cock hovers inches from your face, the musky scent filling your nostrils.

James wraps an arm around your waist, holding you steady. "Shh, it's okay, doll. We won't hurt you," he whispers in your ear, his voice strained with barely contained desire.

AJ grinds against you, their cock sliding along your slit, mingling with the slickness of James's arousal. "Just relax," they murmur, their fingers digging into your hips.

Sam's hand tangles in your hair, guiding your face closer to their throbbing member. "Open wide, baby. Let me feel those pretty lips."

You whimper, torn between the urge to flee and the building heat in your core. James's thrusts become more insistent, driving deeper into your tight channel. The friction is delicious, stoking the flames of your desire.

AJ positions themselves, the head of their cock nudging against your entrance, seeking entrance alongside James. The stretch is intense, bordering on pain, but the mix of sensations is intoxicating.

Sam's cock brushes against your lips, smearing pre-cum across your mouth. "Suck it, little one. Show us how much you want it."

Your resolve crumbles, and you part your lips, allowing Sam to slide into the wet heat of your mouth. The taste of them floods your senses, musky and masculine.

You moan around Sam's length, the vibrations sending shivers through their body. James and AJ start to move in tandem, their cocks gliding in and out of your slick passage, creating a delicious friction that has you seeing stars.

The three of them find a rhythm, each thrust driving you closer to the edge. The sounds of skin slapping against skin fill the maze, your cries of pleasure mixing with their grunts of exertion.

You choke on Sam's cock, the sudden tightness bringing a groan from their lips. They grip your head, thrusting deeper, their hips bucking to meet the erratic movements of AJ and James.

James's thrusts grow more forceful, his grip on your hips tightening. AJ's rhythm is methodical, their cock sliding in and out of you with practiced ease.

Each stroke brings you closer to the edge. Your body writhes beneath them, your nails digging into the dirt as the pleasure builds to an almost unbearable level.

Sam pulls out of your mouth, their cock glistening with your saliva. "Fuck, she's tight," they groan, running a hand through your hair.

AJ's pace increases, their breaths ragged. "You're going to cum for us, aren't you, doll?"

You nod, your body arching as the waves of ecstasy crash over you. The combination of AJ's, James', and Sam's relentless assault sends you spiraling into orgasm.

James finds his own release, his cock pulsing inside you as he groans your name. AJ follows suit, their thrusts becoming less controlled as they spill into you.

Sam grips your head, their cock jerking between your lips as they fill your mouth with their seed. You swallow eagerly, relishing in the taste of their release.

As the aftershocks of your orgasm subside, the three of them collapse against you, their sweaty bodies pressed against yours.

AJ's masked lips brush against your ear as they whisper, "Welcome to the club, doll."

James's hand strokes your hair, his voice heavy with satisfaction. "That was…fucking incredible."

Sam's breath hitches, their adrenaline-fueled high fading. "You're ours now, little one. And we're going to take such good care of you." You got up shakily, your legs trembling and bolted away in the corn maze.

Your sudden movement startles them, and for a moment, they hesitate. But the lust and possessiveness in their eyes don't falter.

"Where do you think you're going, doll?" James growls, moving to block your path.

You stumble, your heart racing in your chest. The thrill of their capture begins to mix with the fear of being trapped in this maze with three determined men.

"We're not finished with you," AJ adds, their voice low and menacing.

Sam chuckles, their mask shifting into a cruel grin. "We'll find you again, slut. There's no escaping us now."

Despite the warning in their voices, there's a promise of more to come. More passion, more pain, and more pleasure. The thought both terrifies and excites you, leaving you frozen in place.

Your panic fuels your flight, and you dash through the corn maze, your lungs burning from the exertion. The stalks whip at your face as you run, leaving stinging scratches on your skin. You can hear their footsteps behind you, growing closer with each passing second.

"Come back, doll!" James shouts, his voice echoing through the labyrinth.

"You know you want this!" AJ taunts, their laughter ringing out like a sinister melody.

"We'll find you, bitch," Sam calls out, their words dripping with anger.

Your heart pounds wildly as you run, your mind racing to find an escape. But there's nowhere to go, no way out of this nightmare.

In a desperate attempt to lose them, you dive into a narrow passage, crawling on your hands and knees. The stalks scratch at your arms and legs, but you push forward, determined to put as much distance between yourself and your pursuers as possible.

As you reach the end of the tunnel, you see a faint glimmer of light. Hope surges through you, and you scramble to your feet, sprinting towards the exit. But just as you're about to break free, a hand grabs your ankle, yanking you back into the darkness.

You cry out in frustration, kicking and thrashing as someone flips you onto your back. Your eyes adjust to the dim light, and you see James looming over you, his mask now gone, revealing a face twisted with lust and anger.

"You thought you could escape us?" he growls, his hands gripping your wrists, pinning you down.

AJ and Sam emerge from the shadows, their masks still in place, their eyes gleaming with triumph.

"It's time to face the consequences of your actions, doll," AJ says, their voice a dark promise.

Sam grins, running a hand through your hair. "Fuck, I’m going to enjoy breaking you in."

"No, no, please, stop!" You scream, your body writhing beneath James's hold. Panic claws at your throat, making it hard to breathe.

AJ's lips twist into a wicked smile. "Stop? Are you sure you want to stop now, sweetheart ?"

Sam runs a finger along your jawline, their eyes locked onto yours. "You're mine, and I won't let you go without a fight."

James's grip tightens on your wrists, his voice low and threatening. "You've chosen this path, and there's no turning back now."

The realization sinks in that you're completely at their mercy, trapped in this maze with men who have no intention of letting you go. Your body goes limp, tears streaming down your face, as the truth becomes undeniable.

You're no longer a tease, a challenge, or a thrill. You're theirs, a prize they've claimed, and they won't hesitate to do whatever it takes to make sure you remember your place.

You feel Sam’s lips taking yours in a possessive kiss as you tried to turn your head. Suddenly Sam was thrown away by James “She’s mine, this is mine. I’m the one kissing her, not you little fucker.” He growled menacingly

The sudden aggression between James and Sam catches you off guard. In a flash, they're grappling with each other, their bodies tangled as they trade punches.

"Back off, asshole!" James snarls, his fist connecting with Sam's jaw.

Sam retaliates with a kick to James's ribs, grunting in pain. "Fuck you! I saw her first!"

AJ watches the brawl with amusement, a dark chuckle escaping their lips. "Boys, boys, play nice. There's enough of her to go around."

You take advantage of their distraction and scramble to your feet, darting away from them. Your heart races as you weave through the maze, desperate to put some distance between yourself and your captors.

Behind you, you can hear the thuds and grunts of the ongoing fight. It seems their lust for you has turned into a violent need to claim you, to prove who desires you more.

As you run, the reality of the situation hits you like a ton of bricks. These men are dangerous, unpredictable, and willing to hurt each other for a chance at you.

Your foot catches on a pile of toppled cornstalks, and you tumble forward, landing with a thud on the damp earth. Pain radiates from your scraped knee, and for a moment, you lie there, winded and vulnerable.

AJ appears in front of you, a wicked grin on their face. "Looks like you've run out of luck, sweetheart."

Their hand grips your arm, hoisting you to your feet. You're shaking, your body shrouded in a mixture of fear and excitement.

James and Sam emerge from the maze, breathing heavily. Their masks have been discarded, and their faces are flushed with exertion and rage.

"Let's get back to business," James growls, his eyes never leaving you.

Sam brushes off their clothes, their gaze heated. "I've waited too long for you to get away now."

AJ smirks, pulling you closer. "It's time for you to submit, sweetheart, because we're not going to stop until you do."

The air around you feels thick with tension, with the promise of what's to come. You can't escape these men, and they won't relent until they've claimed every inch of you.

The realization floods you with a sense of helplessness that, in a twisted way, is strangely arousing. They've had their fun with the chase, and now they want to possess you fully.

The cold ground presses against your skin as James and Sam force you onto all fours. Your body trembles, a whimper escaping your lips.

"Look at her, trembling like a scared little rabbit," AJ coos, their eyes gleaming with sadistic delight.

"She knows she's ours now," James growls, his hand fisting in your hair, pulling your head back.

Sam's fingers dig into your hips, holding you in place. "We're going to make sure she never forgets it."

A shiver runs down your spine, a mixture of fear and anticipation. You're utterly at their mercy, helpless to resist as they position themselves behind you.

The first touch of James's cock against your entrance makes you gasp, your body instinctively tensing. But Sam's grip on your hips tightens, a silent warning.

"Relax, doll," AJ purrs, their hand stroking your back. "It'll hurt less if you don't fight it."

Sam's lips trail soft, tender kisses across your skin as his hands roam your body. You're overwhelmed by the contrast of his gentle touches and the rough thrusts that follow as he positions himself behind you.

"Oh god, yes," he moans, his voice high-pitched and needy. "Take it, take my cock like a good little slut."

His words send a shiver down your spine, a mix of disgust and arousal. You can't believe this is happening, that your friend is using you like this, but your body betrays you, responding to his every move.

AJ watches with a smirk, their eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. "Look at her, taking it like a whore. She loves it, don't you, doll?"

James nods, his hand reaching out to squeeze your breast roughly. "Fuck, I can't wait to bury my cock in her tight little pussy."

Sam continues to pound into you, his hips slapping against your ass with each thrust. His moans grow louder, more desperate, as he loses himself in the pleasure of your body.

"Fuck, I'm going to cum," he groans, his fingers digging into your hips. "I'm going to fill you up with my seed, mark you as mine."

The thought of him claiming you in such a primal way sends a twisted thrill through you. You're nothing more than a vessel for their desires, a toy for them to use and discard as they please.

As Sam reaches his climax, you feel his hot release inside you, marking you as his. He collapses on top of you, panting and spent, but the others are far from finished.

James and AJ exchange a look, their eyes filled with a dark hunger. They're ready to take their turn, to use you in ways you never imagined possible.

And as much as you want to resist, to fight against the sickening pleasure coursing through your veins, you know that you're powerless to stop them. You're theirs now, completely and utterly, and they'll make sure you never forget it.

[quotefeeling]

Sometimes you have to forget who you are to learn who you want to be.

AJ Saleh, “Nujoom”

[julienbakerstreet]

i’m never not thinking about sherlock holmes and aj raffles as narrative mirrors

holmes is a bohemian, an unconventional man who is shown to struggle with mental health and addiction. he is fairly explicitly neurodivergent despite being written before that concept existed. in many ways, he doesn’t live up to the standard of a victorian gentleman; he’s a perpetual bachelor who is uncomfortable in many social situations and is described by watson as having a sensitive nature. his relationship with scotland yard and the law is often uneasy; early in his career the police frequently belittle him and his methods. he has to work to overcome the fact that he is perceived as a deeply odd person. scotland yard puts up with him because he gets results until he eventually earns their respect.

raffles, on the other hand, is a criminal who hides behind his respectability and social standing. he’s charming, handsome, and charismatic. he dresses in full gentleman’s evening wear to commit crime, allowing him to pass by policemen without arousing suspicion. he’s a well known cricketer from a privileged public school background who excels at playing the role of a society gentleman. this allows him to avoid suspicion despite being very unsubtle. the biggest advantage raffles and bunny have is a social position that shields them from suspicion.

although holmes is a gentleman from a similarly privileged background, when he’s in situations with men of comparable social standing this privilege is somewhat negated by how at odds his personality is with societal convention. while holmes is certainly a good enough actor to mask his quirks- and thus receive kinder treatment and more respect- he chooses not to.

the quality of holmes' work compensates for his eccentricity, whereas raffles relies on being perceived as a model of respectable society to conceal the criminal nature of his work.

a queer reading of holmes and raffles reinforces this dichotomy: a queer holmes who refuses to so much as put on a pretense of victorian heterosexual masculinity, openly proclaims a disinterest in women, and leads a bohemian lifestyle would have been at more risk of suspicion than a queer raffles, who- while also a bachelor- has a public persona that is enmeshed with hetero-masculine institutions like athletics and clubs. his bachelorhood lends itself to a society playboy interpretation in a way that holmes’ does not.

reading holmes as queer makes his very nature criminal, even as he works as a detective. he is only able to atone socially for his perceived aberrance by acting as an agent of the law that condemns people like him. raffles is able to embrace crime and the criminal aspect of his own nature because on the surface he fits so well into social norms in a way that holmes doesn’t. there’s just such a rich contrast in the way holmes and raffles each engage in respectability politics and how it impacts the way they’re perceived.

[alcego-writes]

The only thing I can say about writing right now is that you don’t need to polish or even finish everything you write. Unfinished works hold value just as intrinsically as finished ones; if finishing a project holds no appeal, move on. Maybe one day you’ll return to it, find an idea to nurture and raise. Maybe you’ll never look at it again, but the words were still written. The sentences were crafted. This unfinished thing is a sketch, then, forgotten in the depths of your sketchbook; why should we hold writers to different standards than other artists? Play around and have fun. Finish projects if you want to; move on if you don’t. Don’t guilt yourself over something with no moral bearing. Just write.

[letsbesharkfriends]

the joy of suddenly finding text posts to make SFTH memes with

[chimchiri]

Secret love letter ??? Who could it be???

[imtheiliad]

LONG MAY YOU ROAR [bucktommy | soft & gentle | 1k] a/n: hi uhh so this randomly popped into my head, and it's the first time i have ever really written in tommy's pov so it's far from perfect but it doesn't really make sense to tell it from another so i tried something new weee. there's some bonus sweet buckley siblings implications <3 title barely has anything to do with the fic/i do not want to be too sad about it, i just love robin from ttpd and it's about childhood so it fit... well enough. tw for mentions of canonical childhood cancer and death of a child

Tommy stands in his boyfriend’s living room, beer in one hand and he takes in the decor. He’s seen it all before but he's still getting to know the man that’s fussing over dinner in the kitchen. And there is something new, resting on the tv stand, is a photo of a boy riding a bicycle, his back toward the camera. It’s the first time Tommy has noticed it. He had never seen any pictures of a young Evan before, it never struck him as strange, not very many people kept baby pictures around their adult home – that’s why this one felt somewhat strange. There were the photo booth strips, Polaroids, and school pictures of Chris and Jee on the fridge or placed in a drawer around the loft, but no other kids were present in this space. Nothing else is so formal. He figures it has to be Evan, and it was special for some reason. So he picks it up and turns to his boyfriend who is smiling and making his way over to him, finally satisfied with letting the lasagna finish baking. 

“Who is this handsome young man?” he asks, a gentle teasing lilt in his voice. 

And Evan’s demeanor shifts, he’s still smiling, but it turns sad and bittersweet. His whole body sags ever so slightly. Tommy watches as his Adam's apple bobs, he takes a deep breath with his eyes closed and steps closer. He traces the edge of the frame, his eyes transfixed on the back of the bike. “This is my brother. Daniel.” Evan swallows again. 

“You’ve never mentioned…Could he not make it to the wedding?” He asks, but there is a nagging feeling in the back of his mind that tells him that there is more to the story. 

“You could say that,” Evan responds with a dry hough of a barely there laugh. “He, he um, he died when I was little. Leukemia. I never really knew him. Our parents–” He shakes his head. 

“You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to.” 

“I want to. It’s just, that I haven’t told the story so far removed from finding out. I told the 118 right away, while I was still numb. And the very messy deep personal feelings version to my therapist, but I’m still working through a lot. So, I don’t know. It might be hard for me to explain it all.”

“Well we can sit down to start,” He says gently with a smile. Taking Evan’s hand, running a soothing thumb over his knuckles. Evan nods and follows his lead to the couch. 

“I just, it’s hard to know where to start,” Evan sighs. 

“What about why you only now have this picture up?” 

Evan smiles a little. “Maddie gave it to me for his birthday last week.” he clears his throat, “So, basically I didn’t even know that I had a brother until just before Jee was born.” Evan looks over at him, trying to gauge his reaction. He lets the words flow over him, and his brow scrunches, tilting his head in confusion.

“My parents kept several secrets from me, forced Maddie to keep them too, for thirty years. They all came to light when I stumbled across that picture in Maddie’s baby box. The past few years since then have been busy, and she found it again after her move and everything and had a copy made for me and had it framed. He has the right for his life to be remembered and celebrated after being a secret for so long.” 

“Why was it a secret?” He lets the question slip out, “If you want to share that.” 

“Well, um,” Buck ducks his head a little, “Have you ever seen My Sister's Keeper?” he asks, looking back at him with a questioning look on his face. It isn’t what Tommy is expecting in the slightest. But Tommy has seen the movie in question, and the dots slowly begin to connect. And Evan has this look in his eyes that tells him he’s right. 

“Oh, Evan.” 

“It just never worked for him though. Sometimes I still feel like I failed him somehow.” Evan rolls his bottom lip between his teeth. “I was always treated like a disappointment by my parents and didn’t know why until I was thirty years old, I was never going to be absolved of a sin I didn’t even know I had committed. Maddie though, she raised me. She always treated me like any kid would want to be treated. So, now we celebrate his birthday when we can and Maddie tells me about him. She always comes up with new stuff she remembers after keeping it tucked away for so long. Or how I remind her of him and stuff. It’s good for her to talk about him, and for me to hear it.” 

Tommy smiles at him at that, “I have never been under the impression that your relationship with her isn’t very special. Thank you for telling me about this part of your family.” 

“Well, you knew most of all the other members of my family before me, as Chimney likes to remind me.” Evan laughs and relaxes back into his arms, tucking his face into Tommy’s neck. “Thank you for listening.” he runs his fingers over his hands, “I wanted to tell you. I just never knew how to bring it up, or what base talking about a dead brother was.” He can feel Evan’s small smile against his neck, and he laughs gently too. 

“Someday soon I’ll tell you about my family too.” He twists his fingers in Evan’s curls. 

“Whenever you are ready. I’ll wait.” Evan places a light kiss on his jaw. 

The oven beeps declaring the lasagna to be finished and Evan groans, ungluing himself from his side. Once Evan is back in the kitchen, Tommy lifts the photo up again from the coffee table and gently returns it to its home. 

[stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale]

Y'know, it's unfortunate more people don't compare Louis and Violet in good faith.

Like, when I do see people compare them, it's usually through the lens of one is good, and the other bad. One is more canon than the other, and here's why. One is objectively better for Clementine, and the other is less impactful, worse written, didn't have chemistry with her, insert several insults here, etc.

I don't think it's inherently bad to express why you might not like one of them, or why you prefer one over the other. That's fine, that's a matter of opinion. It only gets to me when it becomes hostile, or passive aggressive... but even then, I've learned to just roll my eyes and move on. Some people make it very clear that they're not worth having a discussion with.

However, I wish I could read more nuanced comparisons of the two that didn't default to the "and that's why this one is better." At least some are kind enough to tack on a "for my Clementine" at the end.

You know how it goes: Louis is cute and he makes Clementine laugh, whereas Violet's boring, her love is shallow, she's still not over Minerva and she's using Clementine as a rebound. Violentine's a bad ship because Violet's actually a traitor, and they're practically the same person and that's bad.

Violet's loyal and reliable, whereas Louis is annoying, he never takes anything serious, he's a traitor for his vote, and he's nothing but a distraction. Clouis is a bad ship because how could any Clementine possibly like him after he voted her and AJ out? That's bad!

That's always the conclusion, right? One good, one bad.

This is incredibly limiting and it drives me nuts.

They're foils. They contrast one another, highlight each other's strengths and flaws, in such an interesting way that it makes Clementine's choice between them all the more meaningful.

One is not good and the other bad, they're different, and I think that's worth exploring.

Let's start with a common argument: Violet is the more impactful option due to her connection to Minerva.

Now, to be fair, I can understand why someone on Team Violet would believe this. Yes, it's true that the confrontation with Minerva is more impactful for a violentine shipper who has more investment in Violet as a character. Louis doesn't have as strong of a connection to her.

However, what they're failing to recognize is that Minerva isn't the only ghost to haunt this narrative. Violet may have Minerva, yes, but Louis has Marlon... and that doesn't just go away once Marlon's dead.

Violet's route has Minerva as her ex-girlfriend, and her bond with Tenn that all comes to a head on the bridge. Louis' route has Marlon's death and how that specifically impacts his relationship with AJ and Clementine, and the slow burn of forgiveness on all sides.

Marlon and Minerva are also reflective of Clementine's worst outcomes.

Clementine and Marlon were tied together through Brody's blood splattered on their hands and faces. They both killed a part of Brody, but only one of them lies about who killed her first.

After Marlon dies, Clementine gradually replaces him throughout the game; Rosie is her dog now, she uses his bow [which Louis gave her], she becomes the leader. Clementine gets them to fight back, and when three of her people are captured, she doesn't cut her losses. She does what Marlon couldn't; "we're getting them back."

When she chooses Louis, he does for her what he never did for Marlon: he steps up.

Clementine proves she won't become Marlon just as she proves she won't become Minerva.

After getting James to agree to help them, Clementine and AJ talk about what to do if she ever gets bit. AJ says he'd want her to bite him, too. He repeats this sentiment after she's actually bitten, telling her he wants to stay and they could turn together, peacefully.

When Minerva confronts them on the bridge, she's dying... and she wants Tenn to die with her. She doesn't care who she has to kill in the process. She's more monster than human at this point, and most times, she succeeds.

They're both bitten. Clementine could've become a monster like Minerva in the end. She could've killed AJ, and they could've become walkers together. But she didn't. Minerva wanted Tenn to die for her, and Clementine wanted AJ to live for her.

Also, I should mention she has Minerva's axe. She carries the key weapons associated with Marlon and Minerva throughout different points in the game, further solidifying these connections. She uses Marlon's bow to save her friends, and she uses Minerva's axe to save AJ, who in turn uses it to save her.

What's also so interesting about this is how Marlon's alive in episode one, and Minerva is thought to be dead. Louis has his best friend, and Violet's lost hers. But, at the end of the episode, Marlon's dead and Minerva's revealed to be alive.

Marlon becomes the ghost, and Minerva becomes the monster. Clementine becomes to Louis and Violet what Marlon and Minerva never could... how does that not drive anyone else insane?

So, no. One is not objectively better, or more impactful, because of a connection to Marlon or Minerva. They're different. It just depends on which storyline you personally find more compelling.

Actually, let's talk about that a little more.

In my opinion, the most intriguing point of comparison between Louis and Violet stems from their perceptions of survival, and how that impacts Clementine.

An argument I see made against violentine is that Violet's boring because she and Clementine are too similar. This usually comes from clouis shippers who prefer the "opposites attract" dynamic Clementine and Louis have.

On the flip side, there's the counter argument that Louis is reckless, that he doesn't take survival as seriously as he should and Clementine wouldn't want him because of that.

These are interesting to me because I get where they're coming from... but they ultimately miss the point.

The other day, I replayed TFS. Except this time, I did something a little bit differently. I played my usual clouis route, but then I had the violentine route pulled up on my laptop so that I could watch these scenes, comparing them side by side… and something occurred to me. 

Louis is about challenging Clementine's perception of survival, and Violet is about validating it.

Louis challenges Clementine from the very moment we meet him—he’s playing music. His initial philosophy on survival butts heads with Clementine’s. The fact that hunting with him and Aasim challenges your perception of “your choices have consequences.” These games have conditioned the player to think along the lines of, “Yeah, Louis is more fun… but if I don’t hunt with Aasim, we won’t have any food.”

Except that’s just it. I hate to say it, Aasim, but in the grand scheme of things… hunting with you doesn’t matter. It's actually less rewarding. You know why? Because in the next section, we get food from the train station. It would’ve been more beneficial to spend time with Louis over hunting, hence how he challenges you.  

This then primes you for the choice between choosing to follow Louis or follow Violet. I know people complain about how this is presented with Violet doing something productive [checking the walls] and Louis playing piano… but that’s the point. If you’re going through with Louis’ full route, you need to meet him at his level, and in turn, he will meet you at yours. You need to accept the challenge, the idea that Clementine isn’t entirely right about the way she’s gone about survival.

Oh, and do I even need to mention the vote? The debate over Louis’ vote is exhausting. Often times, people tell on themselves in how they talk about it. It’s not actually about the fact that he voted against them. If it was, these people would have a bigger bone with pick with Mitch, Willy, Ruby, and Omar… and yet Louis is the one who takes all the blame as if he’s the only one personally kicking them out. 

Louis is reacting to the death of his best friend, and the complicated feelings that come with it being caused by AJ. He wants accountability, even if he knows something's wrong. You can either agree with him that it was murder, and set AJ on the path of atonement… or, you can double down and tell him to fuck off, AJ was justified. 

But here’s the thing… the vote adds to the appeal of Louis’ route. To someone who hates him, or at the very least is critical of his vote, that sounds mad or delusional.

Except it’s really not.

Ever heard of a thing called tension? Because there’s a lot of it in ep2 between clouis + AJ and it’s fantastic.

Yes, Louis voting them out is problematic because we need a problem to solve. We need something to feed the tension between him and Clementine. He stepped in front of a gun held by his best friend in order to protect her, forever changing their relationship… only for that to seemingly be taken away from us the moment AJ shoots Marlon. 

Yes, Louis’ route is about being challenged, but it’s also about challenging him. That he’s able to forgive them, that he’s able to question his own survival philosophy and understand theirs, that he’s able to apologize and actually change for the better… that right there is what makes clouis so damn good. 

He becomes hardened whereas Clementine softens. By the end of the game, they’re on a similar level now without neglecting their differences, and they can move forward together. 

That’s what makes Louis’ route appealing… and it’s also what makes it unappealing to people who prefer Violet. 

By contrast, Violet’s already on Clementine’s level when it comes to this perception of survival. She validates that Clementine’s on the right path.

They have other similarities in the way that they’re both female, queer, they both have a kid they look after, they’re not always great with other people, etc. 

People who prefer Louis might consider this boring, but I think to Team Violet, it’s comforting. It’s comforting to have a partner who takes this as seriously as you do, who wants to get shit done. They’re playing Clementine with a similar attitude, and don’t believe it needs to be challenged. It’s comforting to feel validated on something you already firmly believe in. 

We also see this if we compare the hunting and fishing scenes. You have to make an effort to choose Louis by choosing to neglect hunting, but the game makes you fish with Violet no matter what.

Violet’s prioritizing fishing because they need food. That’s what they’ve set out to do, so let’s do it. The game is letting you know that’s the case, and if you value that, continue pursuing her. 

While fishing, they discuss why things are weird with her and Brody. Violet doesn’t take well to Clementine’s blunt, “Because you make it weird. Brody tries and you just make fun of her."

That’s understandable because I think she already kind of knows why and is looking to have her feelings validated. She prefers it when Clementine suggests that it’s because Brody never said sorry for what happened to the twins. 

There’s also comfort and validation in the way Violet sides with Clementine and AJ after Marlon’s death. She votes for them to stay, vocalizing how much she disapproves of the results. There’s this feeling that I recognize from a lot of the sapphic romance I read; “it’s you and me against the world, I’ll always have your back, even if you’re in the wrong, I’ll fight for you.”

In our case, it’s violentine + AJ against the rest of Ericson, save Tenn and Aasim. Violet validates that AJ was justified because Marlon was a liar and murderer, claiming that AJ and Clementine did nothing wrong. Violet fights to keep them. 

The tension between violentine in ep2 is different because instead of one pushing the other away, they’re being forced apart by the vote and there’s nothing they can do about it. That tension is somewhat released when Clementine comes back and they’re reunited, working out a plan to best defend the school. 

It’s also why Violet’s presented as doing something productive when you follow her instead of Louis, and why she asks if you want to hang out after checking the defenses. 

All that being said, allow me to reiterate that one is not good and the other bad, they're different. These concepts of challenge and change/validation and comfort exist on a neutral road as diverging paths. It’s up to the player to pick what path they prefer, but that doesn’t mean the other path isn’t worth acknowledging or analyzing. 

I should also mention that they’re not exclusive; there is overlap with validation being present in Louis’ route and challenges in Violet’s. They’re just more present in episodes 3 and 4 after we’ve made our decision. 

There are several more examples of how this all fits together, buuuuut–

Ya’ll wanna compare some allegories?

Those familiar with my content might already know where I’m going with this as I’ve made a post about Louis and the piano in the past. 

You see, I believe that there are allegories for Louis and Violet’s hearts present in their routes: Louis’ piano, and Violet’s pin. 

I already have a thorough, in-depth analysis of Louis and the piano that you can read, so all I’ll say about it is that on the night of the raid, he asked Clementine to carve a piece of herself into his heart so that no matter what, their initials will be immortalized together in its wood…

And that makes me fucking feral. 

But I'm also so normal about it.

As for Violet, her heart is the star gazing pin she gives to Clementine. She gives it to her so she’ll always remember that night… but she doesn’t give it to her until after Clementine’s saved her, and that fascinates me in the context of it being allegory. 

Louis asks Clementine to carve herself into his heart right before the raid, cementing that from that moment on, he is utterly devoted to her. I believe this is part of the reason why Louis is still happy to see her if he’s the one who’s captured. Yes, yes, he’s also incredibly traumatized from having his tongue cut out and he’d be happy to see anyone, yada yada… but listen, if you romance Louis and he’s captured, his heart remains with her—that piano with their intitals is on full display. When he sees her, he’s still so devoted to her that he refuses to accept that it’s at all her fault. Even when she says it is, he shakes his head... and he so easily accepts her when they’re together in the end. From the moment Clementine puts knife to wood, he’s hers. 

Now, look… you might think I’m going somewhere not great with this but hear me out. 

I think after Clementine’s gone star gazing with her, Violet is fully ready to give her heart to her. Y’know, give her the pin. But, think about what Violet said about how people have left, but Clementine came back. Plus, with the impending raid to think about, maybe Violet should keep the pin until the right moment. 

I believe a key difference between her and Louis is that Violet needs one last thing to solidify that Clementine’s the one. 

Louis gives her his heart prior to the raid because of everything that’s already gone down between them following Marlon’s death. Violet needs to know that Clementine’s willing to fight for her the way she fought before. When Clementine saves her from the raiders, it’s solidified. Even after she sees Minerva again, it changes nothing.

It’s also worth noting that the pin is something Clementine wears. Like the piano carving, it’s a piece on display for everyone to see, to let them know whose heart Clementine has.

Violet literally handed Clementine her heart as a means of saying, “I’m yours. I’m devoted to you.” 

This is why romanced/captured Violet is devastating, and is why she behaves the way she does in the cells. She was so ready to give her heart away and then nope, sorry, Vi! You get knocked unconscious by raiders instead! 

If anything, you kind of deserve to be told to fuck off if you romanced her and then let her get captured. Just sayin’. 

Look, I have a lot of complicated feelings about the captured violentine route, mostly with Violet being as forgiving as she is after her eyes are burned—yes, yes, I know, her eyes are burned and Minerva messed with her head so of course now she’s not hostile, yada, yada. 

But I think it’s rather telling that you don’t get the pin in this route. Sure, Violet’s willing to forgive and possibly pursue this romance in the future… but she’s not ready to hand over her heart, not truly. Not after everything that’s happened. 

And if you want to get extra angsty about it, imagine that Violet made the pin right after they parted ways, but before the raiders came. Meaning that if she’s captured, it’s possibly still sitting somewhere, abandoned. 

Mmhmmm, very normal about this. I feel normal. My normalness about this continues... normally. I'm not losing my shit thinking about that. Nope. Why would I? I wouldn't! So normal.

Okay just let me talk about their reactions to Tenn's death and then I'll shut up.

This makes me want to gnaw my own foot off, I can barely handle it.

AJ shoots Tenn on the bridge because Clementine trusted him to make the hard calls. This saves Louis or Violet's life.

When Louis jumps across, he's completely silent as he watches Tenn die... and then he's pissed; "What the fuck?! How could you just shoot him like that?!"

AJ explains himself, that he did it for him, and Louis is so upset that he forces AJ to look at what he's done, to watch the walkers eat Tenn; "Tenn's dead. He's dead! Do you realize that?! Look! [...] He's... he's gone, because of you. Just fucking gone."

If Clementine says AJ saved his life, Louis says, "So what, we just cut him loose? Gun him down like he was nothing?"

If Clementine says nothing, Louis says, "Tenn was just a little boy!"

The reason Louis responds this way is because in this moment, he just relived Marlon's death all over again, but worse. So, SO much worse!

When Violet jumps across, she breaks down, begging, "Oh, my God! Oh, my God! No, no! No, no, no..." as she watches Tenn die... and then says to AJ, "No! What the fuck?! How could you do that?!"

AJ explains himself, that he did it for her, and Violet is faaaar from okay; "For me? I can't... Tenn is gone! That soft little boy who liked to draw, he's gone, because of you!"

If Clementine says AJ saved her life, Violet says, "You think that's okay?! Just gunning down one of our own?!"

And there it is.

Louis is hardened in this situation because he already went through this... Violet hasn't, not with AJ. She softened up throughout her route due to her relationships to him and Clementine... but this is the moment where she realizes that maybe AJ wasn't as justified as she believed, and this is the consequence.

This leads us to the ending where AJ asks if they're still mad about him killing Tenn, and I just... I'm biting my foot right now because the script has flipped.

Louis is forgiving and understanding. He's soft, he's sympathetic, he shakes AJ's hand to let him know that all is forgiven and they're okay; "I... AJ, I guess it's like... You saw something I didn't. About the situation, I mean. Minnie and the walkers and Tenn, it's just all this chaos in my head when I think back on it. [...] Clem says you saved my life? Well, then, that's exactly what you did. And how can I stay mad at anyone for doing that?"

Or, alternatively, "He was your friend, AJ. I know you are hurting just as much as I am."

As for Violet? She's understanding, too... but she's not quite ready to forgive yet; "The thing you said on the bridge...that he was messing up all the time. It wasn't something new, you know. Tenn got himself or other people into trouble all the time, long before you guys got here. He was always so lost. He lived in a world that just...isn't there, you know? And that's why I tried to look after him. But when I was pulling him away from the walkers, and Minnie, I could also see...he just wasn't there anymore."

"So you're mad, but sad."

"Can I be that for a while?"

And it's completely understandable that she's hurting and struggling with how she feels about AJ moving forward! She wants to be okay, she wants to forgive him, she just needs time.

Now, because I'm forever bitter, but I'm gonna mention this as well: whenever I see someone point at Violet's scene and say, "See!? This is how LOUIS should've acted in ep2!" like... they're telling on themselves again. Not just that they don't understand Louis as a character or his route, but that they don't fully grasp Violet's part in this either. Or time frames, for that matter.

Let me put it to you in simple terms... they react the same.

After Marlon and Tenn die, they're upset. They're pissed. They blame AJ and yell at him. After they've had time to process what happened [Louis after the two week time skip, Violet after time passes between the bridge and the ending] they share the same, "I'm still upset about Marlon/Tenn. Can I be that for a while and still be your friend?" sentiment.

The difference is that Louis is treated poorly for it because of the vote, and because we feel it first hand for longer... Violet got to grieve off screen and come back after she's sorted herself out.

It's a disservice to both of their characters because it's rooted in that same mentality that I criticized at the beginning: "This is why one is better than the other."

Do I need to say it again? I'm gonna say it again.

One is not good and the other bad. They're different.

There are so many fun discussions that could come from putting Louis and Violet side by side, and examining them. I haven't even covered the different ways they're introduced, or compared their ep3 dates to see what it says about them and the overall narratives! What about the cell scenes!? How they react when Dorian's about the cut off their fingers! The way they approach James upon meeting him!

That last one in particular is especially funny! They're all under stress about blending in with a herd of walkers to infiltrate a boat to save their friends, and yet Louis easily saunters up to the guy wearing walker skins with a smile, and makes him laugh by saying, "Functional and fashionable. I'll take two."

Violet approaches James like he's an injured wild animal that's going to bite her, and bless her heart, she tries with, "I, uh… hey. Hey there, James. Sorry about Willy." Then James gives her this judgmental side-eye, like buddy? She's not the weirdo here.

There is so much potential to dissect here, and I want to see people do it... but I want them to do it fairly, in good faith.

I want to get away from the idea of comparing them to "prove" which is better because there is no objective better. There isn't! That's a waste of time!

I'm so done with The Debate™; it's unhelpful, it's annoying, and it's boring as shit. I've heard it all before, and you probably have, too.

I want to put Louis and Violet under a microscope and study them with the thought process of, "one does this and the other does that... what does it mean!? what does it say about the narrative!? Oh my god, they have the same opinion on this thing, WRITE THAT DOWN!"

So yeah, that's my ramble for the night.

I'm gonna go replay TFS for further research.

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Being the sixth member of Beta squad

PART 2 , MASTERLIST 𖦹ׂ 𓈒 ／ ⋆ ۪

A/n This was inspired by another post I saw so if it sounds like I'm copying I'm not I just got inspired by them. The reader is female in this. Also sorry if this doesn't sound accurate I tried my best. There's nothing romantic in this I view this as a platonic post but you could view it however you want. Sorry if this is cringe

Let's say you joined beta squad when it first started. Maybe you know Sharky for a long time and we're introduced to the others then instantly clicked

At first you were hesitant when you were invited to join. But you made the decision to join, which changed your life forever

They weren't friends they were family to you

They'd always look out for you like you were their little sister

You had a bond with each and one of them. You would hang out off camera and talk to them whenever

So much teasing

If you're the youngest they'd sometimes joke about it regarding the age

If you're shorter than AJ you both get teased and made fun of

If you're taller, my gosh AJ would be an absolute joke of the group for being shorter than you

They are all overprotective and view you as a little sister. They want you to be safe and want what's best for you

Maybe they had a little crush on you before..

Being close friends with Nella, Darkest and Filly. You all are good friends

You and Chunkz are the duo who cooks with each other.

You, Kenny, and Sharky being the duo in the jungle video that makes the video 10x entertaining

Niko and you are absolutely hilarious together and people fear you both for your pranks and the type of content you both make

You and Aj being the ones who get teased the most

But you and AJ sometimes have a violation battle over the stupidest things

Your Kenny's number one support. You'd work out with him and keep him company during his training and encourage him

Chunkz and you are super loud and chaotic. But he sometimes brings you around to his family dinners and lets you hang out with his family

Sharky's sisters love you. I imagined you doing Shakira's makeup on stream before

Also feel like AJ is more comfortable with you and will sometimes hug you (like in the mukbang video where he was hugging Chunkz when Sharky was laughing at him almost drowning )

They'd never do anything without you

They would never admit it but they're your biggest supporters and would give you their honest opinions about decisions you make

They definitely would try to be annoying commenting rude things on your Instagram posts

Them being rude to you as a joke but fans take it seriously and make dramatic edits about it. (Just like the AJ edits but 10x dramatic)

When you all lived together you would always cook for them so they wouldn't always order take out everyday

They loved your cooking and sometimes show up to your house uninvited just for you to cook for them

Unless you're a bad cook, I could imagine you attempting to cook but end up burning the food. Which leads to them making fun of you for it and it becomes a huge joke

You and Harry pinaro having the worst relationship ever to the point where people actually think you two hate each other

You two don't get along (I love/hate Harry)

In the weakest link videos I feel like you'd get the hardest questions since everyone knows you have the most intelligence out of all of them

Sometimes when a person collaborates with the channel and they end up flirting and the boys would either tease or get weirded out

I feel like they'd tease depending on the person

If it was stormzy, KSI, or anyone else they'd definitely get weirded out by it

If it was Trent they'd tease you about it till the day you die. They'd bring it up in almost every sports related conversation or video.

You being the mom of the group and making sure everyone is okay. You'd text them everyday to make sure they're doing fine

Since you're a fan favorite and have good video ideas, they like to hear your opinion in videos since you're actually smart and your videos get a lot of views.

Chunkz gets jealous over the fact your Smarter than him

Unless your dumb

you win come dine with me and Niko gets absolutely so upset that you won over him. He accused you of cheating and supposedly hiring someone to cook the meals you made

Them calling you for advice before dates and advice about girls in general. They come to you when they need help with any life situations since they know they could trust you

(Niko definitely would ask u advice if his girlfriend ever got mad at him)

Speaking of his girlfriend, you two are best friends.

if you ever got in a relationship they'd do a full integration on them

They want what's best for you. They have to know what type of person you're dating and need to know if they're treating you right. It's their job to make sure their friend is happy and in a healthy relationship. Especially if you're like a sister to them

If you're ever feeling down they do anything to try to make you laugh or brighten up your mood

Imagine filming the box video with amp

You leaving the box after AJ left since you landed on leave the box. But you genuinely felt like Niko had a better chance at winning since he won the first one

But if one of the amp members flirts with you they'd get weirded out and annoyed because everyone knows how amp is (love amp though especially Chris & agent)

I don't say they would be jealous, they just feel like they should protect you from getting your heart broken

Or maybe they do get jealous (up to you to decide)

In the cooking video for amp channel let's say you and Duke teamed up (sorry filly)

Duke is Duke so obviously he flirted with you trying to get your number and use his cringe "rizz" on you

But before the video, you, Chris, and Davis had a conversation. You gave them advice, out of all the amp members they connected with you the most

But the amp cook off was chaotic especially with you

You actually tried for half the challenge before giving up and just having fun. It was better to just entertain the viewers instead of actually trying to win

You decided to annoy everyone by moving their stuff

I imagine you, aj, fanum, and Niko get in an argument and start throwing flour each other

you and Duke losing which leads to you threatening the person who switched out everyone's cakes

you and Niko both manage the beta squad Instagram and tiktok since you know all the popular trends

Even though everyone is behind Instagram and tiktok, you are mostly the one posting on it, and the one who replies to comments

Niko and you are both know for being menaces and immature. Especially when you two are filming together, you both make the most craziest pranks. Your friendship with him is so adorable and wholesome. You both always joke around and add on to each other's jokes to make it more funny. Always having laugh attacks with him.

You and Chunkz are literally the duo who randomly burst into a song together. You two both send songs to each other and both show a huge interest in music. I like to imagine you and Chunkz going on a drive or just hanging out to sing to music. You two also know a lot of people and are the ones who know a lot of celebrities. You two are the ones who message famous people to Collab with the Beta squad.

You and AJ love hating on each other, even though he'll leave positive messages on your Instagram to be funny, he bashes you and insults you at the same time. It's a bit confusing at times to tell if you're completing each other or insulting. But you two never get offended and know when to stop.

Man, you and Kenny have such a bond. You were his biggest supporter during his Boxing matches and Practices. If you love to work out or get exercise, you both go to the gym together or you'll go on diets with him so he won't be alone. He always goes to you for advice on girls. You two laugh at the random things and can't take anything serious. You and him always are always whispering things to each other during filming.

Sharky and you are known to laugh so hard where you can't even breathe. You two laugh in serious situations and always look at each other before bursting out laughing. He likes to drag you outside for a walk and just listen to music with each other. Similar to Chunkz, he sends you songs that he thinks you'll like.

overall the boys are grateful for you and everything you've done for them. You're like family to them. They all love you. They are family, not just a friend group to you. They love you and always will.

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Note: Uhm so I'm working on a Niko agnst fic so please give me ideas for it because I'm kinda concerned on if it isn't good enough

I hope this is good!! I tried my best 😭 I had fun writing this since I wish for a friend group like them and always imagined what it would be like to be in the beta squad. I might make a part two but idk yet 💚 I kinda rushed the ending and put random things down. Lmk if I should add something or you have any suggestions or headcanons I should make