#But I don't have a goal to teach anyone I'm just telling my story and bringing up the topics that are interesting to *me* in the first plac

[lieutenant-amuel]

Hey. Since every show Craig Gerber made so far (Firebuds, Sofia and, of course, Elena) has a special moral to learn in every episode, maybe the chapters of WBTL fic have special morals too. If you don't mind telling.

I wouldn’t say I write the chapters with any specific moral in my head. I’m not wise enough to teach anyone :P

But the recurring themes of the entire fic seem to be "trust your friends and don’t hide anything from them because they can help you", "let go of the past" (which is quite vast, because this is about all grief over the dead loved ones, holding grudges and forgiveness), and "be honest with how you feel so you can learn how to express your emotions and how to deal with them" if we can count those as morals.

Also, one of the main aspects of Gabe's chess storyline is "to be yourself, don't afraid to express yourself" and "follow your dreams", which, yeah, is pretty cliché, but this is something Gabe struggles with in the show, too, so I thought why not include it.

As for Gabe again, in the fifth chapter, he also struggles with a strong feeling to impress Señor Álvarez, so I suppose the moral is something like you'll be noticed even if you don't go out of your way to impress anyone. We also see something similar in the third chapter with his relationship with his father when he joins Roberto's olaball teammates despite having no idea how to play. Although it's rather trying to please someone than impressing them.

(now I'm being carried away too much because I missed talking about this fic, so everything you'll read below might contain spoilers)

I also make an emphasis on the family relationships. Basically all the kids in my fic have trouble with being fully honest with their parents (Gabe hid his interest in chess, Frida hid his interest in microbiology, and Ángel hides he's still missing his mother), so this is again about being honest with yourself and everyone else around you, especially your family, because many people tend to be more open with strangers/people they don't know very well than with their parents or close friends (for example, Gabe told Señor Álvarez everything that was gnawing at him in the seventh chapter. As much as Valerio is certainly not a total stranger to Gabe, he's still just his teacher and yet he felt more comfortable with sharing his feelings with him than with Blanca despite the fact he knows how much she loves him and is supportive of him. And an even better example in the twentieth chapter where Gabe shares all his worries about Frida with a total stranger, aka the nameless girl, whereas he couldn’t say a single word when Max, his close friend, asked him what was bothering him)

The parents have something to learn, too. Frida's mother is basically a typical businesswoman who's stuck in her job and doesn't have enough time for her family, specifically her daughter (she and her husband have a shared business after all, they see each other more than enough). But I don't want to demonize her, so one of the main things about her arc is to get more invested in Frida's life, her hobbies, and find more common grounds between them so they have something to talk about. So, this is something like it's never too late to bond with your children (or anyone else, really) as long as you actually feel guilty and want to make amends for the lack of love you gave them I have no right to get so personal here

Lucas' arc is more about his relationship with his ex-wife than with Ángel. They broke up in a serious conflict, but I just want to show that this is not necessarily for the divorced couples to hate each other. One of the future chapters is about Lucas and Alicia, and as much as they definitely won't be together again and won't even become friends, they will still understand that their divorce was the best outcome for both of them. So, yeah, this is basically again about letting go of the past, specifically holding a grudge, because we all know how Lucss treats Alicia now, as he openly said he hated her when he talked with Alejandro.

Other topics I will bring up are national prejudice, the value of life, what it means to be a leader, forgiveness again, standing up for what you think is right, and maybe something else I can't think of at the moment. Either way the first three "morals" I listed in the beginning are the core parts of the fic, so you're going to see them quite often during the whole course of the story.

Thanks for the ask!

[obvi-the-best-soph]

we're all bound to break. (chapter 1)

alexia putellas masterlist: here requests: here

based on this request: Hey! Got a request for a teen!fic with Barca women’s team (focus on Alexia, Mapi and Ingrid if possible). I’m a sucker for angst so would love an angsty storyline, maybe an injury or off pitch event or something!

word count: 2,375k

summary: your parents pass away 2 weeks before the champions league final, but you don't tell anyone, which of course has knock on effects.

genre: angst/hurt warnings: disordered eating, vomiting, death of parents, swearing, grief, drunk driver/car accident, alcohol, struggling alone, body dysmorphia.

chapter 2

a/n: this is my first full length fic i'm posting on here, so i hope you enjoy it. sorry if the spanish is bad, i tried lol. would love requests and feedback as this had taken me literally ages. thank youuu :)

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Ever since you were a little kid, 4 or 5, you had wanted to play for Barcelona. Your papá had taken you to nearly every game you could make it to, and you loved it. That was always a special time, just you, and papá, and football. That was how you liked it. You and papá. Of course, you loved your mamí too, more than anything, but she didn’t quite love football just as much as you, but she was always supportive and tried her best to understand. So when the contract came for the first team of Barcelona Femení, you couldn’t put pen to paper fast enough. And suddenly, papá wasn’t just coming to games to watch the team, but to watch his own pequeña princesa (little princess) play.

And you absolutely dominated too. At first, you were just another new signing for Barcelona, a young kid that would probably barely ever play and hardly ever get started, but you quickly squashed those assumptions, scoring a hattrick in your debut game, shocking Camp Nou into near silence. You celebrated every goal by making a heart with your hands over your eyes, looking through the gap, where your papá would be cheering and clapping for you. Everything you did, you did for your papá… sound familiar? Every award you had won was dedicated to him, every goal, every game, similar to your mentor and current roommate, Alexia Putellas. When you signed for Barcelona, you had needed somewhere to stay as you and your family lived just outside the city, and after Alexia had met you, she had immediately offered. So that’s where you lived, in an apartment with Alexia. And occasionally, her girlfriend Olga. 

But Alexia wasn’t the only person you’re close to, Mapi and Ingrid often hosting you for sleepovers on weekend or Friday nights. You loved Mapi, always interested in her tattoos and their stories, or the funny things she’d tell you about Alexia or Ingrid. And Ingrid was great too. 

You loved all the Barca girls really, the second you stepped foot in there, they welcomed, loved and accepted you. Especially Ona, who you had become really close to, and Lucy and Kiera were always funny when you tried to teach them Spanish. Lucy was pretty good, but Kiera could barely make her way through “¿Hola, cómo estás?” (Hello, how are you?) without stuttering or looking around for reassurance. She was teased for it a lot, but it was all in good fun. All in all, you loved it at Barcelona, and now anywhere with that team felt like home. 

This season, you have been killing it. Scoring at least one goal every game, often two. And now, you've made it to the Champions League final. 2 weeks before, you got the most devastating call of your life. 

“Is this Y/N L/N?”

“Si, who is this?”

“Uh hola, this is the Police Department of (your hometown), and we regret to inform you that both of your parents have been involved in a serious car accident, they were hit at high speed by a drunk driver. Unfortunately neither of them have survived the impact.”

The phone slipped from your hands, clattering to the floor. Everything went blurry, the tears clouding your vision, and your knees shook until you found yourself crumpled on the bathroom floor. Thankfully, Alexia and Olga had gone out for dinner that night, so you were home alone, otherwise you would’ve immediately had people at your side, and you couldn’t think of anything worse right now. 

So… what now? No more papá, no more mamí…

You didn’t know what to do. So you just sat on the kitchen floor, and cried. And cried. And cried some more. “Why did it have to be me? Why did it have to be my parents?” you thought, the stages of grief already hitting you hard. 

After another hour and a bit longer of crying, you retreated to your room. You curled up in your bed, staring off into space, thinking about all the little things you didn’t have anymore. No more hugs from mamí, no more of her cooking, no more one on one time with papá, no more childhood home to go back to, no doubt your Tia (aunt) would sell that the second her greedy, money-loving little mitts could, no more papá. No more mamí. The two people that kept your world spinning. 

You decided you weren’t going to tell any of the team about it, not yet. Maybe after the final. There were a few reasons you’d thought of, one; you didn’t want them to pity you and treat you differently, two; you didn’t want to make them worry over you anymore than they already, and three; you just couldn’t bear to actually voice the words. “My mamí and papá are dead.” It was too much, too painful. So, you just stayed silent.

You didn’t get out of bed or leave your room much anymore, unless it was for training or other football stuff. That made Alexia begin to worry, you were always happy, and cheerful and hyper and pestering the others. But now you seemed like a shell of the person you were, which was partly true. You didn’t enjoy life much anymore, you just barely managed to drag yourself out of bed each morning, no breakfast, training, then back home, and back to bed. Spending so much time in bed was something you thought to be ‘lazy’ or ‘slobbish’, although you still couldn’t manage to muster up enough energy or fucks to give to get out of it. So you began skipping meals. Not intentionally per say, but you certainly weren’t trying overly hard to eat either. 

And when you look in the mirror nowadays, in a strange, twisted way, you prefer what you saw. You look older, more mature like the other girls in the team, not the baby-faced 16 year old the public sees you to be. So you make even less effort to eat. You know you should, that an athlete starving themselves was like trying to drive a car on empty, but you simply can’t part with the new reflection you saw, the ‘beautiful’ and ‘mature’ one. 

Finally, the day of the final rolled around, and everyone was extremely hyped. The locker room was buzzing, music blasting, girls dancing around, and the atmosphere generally excited. But all you could feel was the emptiness of your stomach, the pounding in your head from the harsh drum beats of the music, the way the backs of your ankles had large red blisters from how your skin had thinned and now the bone rubbed right against the back of your cleats now, the overwhelming feeling of loneliness, knowing that neither of your parents were in the crowd. So you kept quiet, avoiding conversations unless they were completely necessary, slipping out of the locker room as soon as you had finished changing. 

You were starting today, playing up the front with Alexia. You two had become known for your chemistry on and off the pitch, goal scoring machines on it and best friends off it. Alexia had been insanely worried about you recently, living with you, she had obviously noticed your tendency to stay in bed and skip meals, she’d always push for you to eat, but you always passed it off with a “Sorry, I’m not feeling well, I think I’m just going to go to bed.” “Oh, no, gracias, I’m not hungry.”. 

You jogged onto the pitch behind Alexia, before joining the line facing out to the stadium while the National Anthems played, Alexia had her arms wrapped around my shoulders, and her firm grip and presence felt like it was just about the only thing holding you up in that moment. You refused to look at the place where your parents always sat, not being able to bear the sight of someone else sitting in their seats. 

The first whistle blew, and you played well for the first half, scoring a goal in the 26th minute after Alexia set you up for a header. You didn’t really know how to celebrate it, there was no point in doing your usual celebration, because there was no one to look through your heart hands at. You barely even smiled, letting the team just crowd around you with a group hug type thing before getting back to it. You scored again about 10 minutes into the second half, the equalizer, the score was now 2 all, but once again, you barely celebrated. Running on an empty stomach had meant that the game had drained most of your energy, and you weren’t really in the right frame of mind for playing anyway, stuffed full or starving. 

Now, it was the 89th minute, and still a draw, someone needs to score, and quick. You snapped yourself out of the hazy, barely-there headspace you’d been playing in previously. Now was not time for being floaty and sloppy, now was the time to focus. You yelled at Alexia profusely for the ball, 45 seconds on the clock. She made a shit pass, but you managed to recover it. There were 2 defenders on you, and you were barely past halfway with no support, but a quick glance at the clock and you had made up your mind.

You shot. From halfway out. It was a powerful shot, with the perfect curve and force. You watched as it flew through the air, the stadium silent, but the second the ball hit the back of the net, the noise was near unbearable. 20 seconds to go, you’d scored a hattrick, won Barcelona the final, scored from halfway out, and not even celebrated. 

3-2 to Barcelona.

The final whistle blew. All Barcelona goals had been scored by the 16 year old girl. The 16 year old girl that hadn’t eaten in 2 days, the 16 year old girl that had no family to her name but an aunt that never liked her, the 16 year old girl that had secretly been an orphan for 2 weeks, the 16 year old girl that didn’t even know what to feel anymore. 

This was your dream. Win the Champions League for Barcelona. It’d been your dream for as long as you could remember. But it didn’t mean anything now. Not without papá waving his silly flag from the stands, cheering louder than everyone else in the section, wearing your jersey, waiting with open arms when the sound of the last whistle rang through the stadium. 

You stumbled off the pitch, the exhaustion and lack of fuel to keep your body going hitting you all once. You felt weirdly light, your head spinning and vision blurry, steps uneven, like the ground was moving beneath you, like you weren’t really controlling your body.

Eventually, you got to the locker room, where there was thankfully a few sandwiches and some Powerades laying around from before the game. As much as you really, really, didn’t want to eat them, you knew you couldn’t pass out. Not now anyway. So you swallow the two sandwiches down, washing the bready taste away with the Powerade, trying hard not to think about all the carbs and calories in the meal.

You made your way back out to the pitch. But you didn’t go into the middle to celebrate with the other girls. You just plonked down a little way in from the sideline, just staring out at everything, the crowd, the girls, the losing team, the fans, the losing fans. It wasn’t like you at all. You were always in the action, partying and pestering, but now, you were intentionally avoiding it. You hid away in the dugout when you saw the team looking around for you. Their star player. “The goal scoring machine at 16”, as some fans had nicknamed you.

“Y/N? What are you doing chica? Come celebrate!” Alexia called at you from the sidelines, grinning, a slight confused furrow in her brows. 

Welp, hiding place blown you guess. You sigh and get up, painting a fake smile across your face and letting Alexia wrap her arm around your shoulder as she leads you back to where the rest of the team are, in the middle of the pitch.

“Y/N! Our little superestrella (superstar)!” Mapi yells, excitedly making her way towards you, the rest of the team rushing along behind her, wanting to celebrate you. Attention. The last thing you wanted right now, but you were being smothered in it. 

Eventually, the team retreated from the pitch, and into the locker rooms. That was okay, there was far too much alcohol and drunk women in there for you to be allowed in, being underage still. So you went home. Despite practically winning the Champions League for Barcelona, you just ordered an Uber and took yourself home, flicking Alexia a quick text to tell her you’d left.

You got back to the shared apartment and struggled your way through a shower before crashing into bed, and crying. Bawling. Sobbing. Shaking. At one point, screaming.

Over the past two weeks, you had gone through a lot of the stages of grief, but most recently, anger. 

Why? Why had it had to happen to them? What had they done so wrong that the universe needed to kill them? Why you? Why them? You couldn’t remember your last words to them either, so nowadays any time someone left, you made sure to say a real goodbye. 

You had passed out after around 2 hours of violent crying, having cried so hard at one point you’d had to lean over the bed to be sick in the wastebasket between your nightstand and the mattress. It felt good, as your mamí had always said, better out than in. It also made you feel a tiny bit better about the sandwiches earlier too.

It wasn’t until 10am the next day Alexia stumbled in the front door. She wasn’t drunk anymore, but looked insanely hungover. She cracked the door to your bedroom and looked at you. Really looked at you. 

“Superestrella, we need to talk. There’s something wrong, and you’re going to tell me what it is.”

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a/n: sorry to leave it on a cliffhanger! but i just want to see how well this goes before launching into a second part. feedback would be greatly appreciated, but of course please be kind! 

requests for a part 2 (or any other requests): here

[intimacyequalsdeath]

heyya!!!... Beautiful💐.

I see requests are currently open, so if you don't mind... can I request a sexy wife s/o who loves to cook and will always make slasher food? And prepare all their needs (you know like a good wife in general🙃),My twin sisters really like their slasher Especially for Bo, Lester, Vincent, Thomas hewitt,Charles Lee Ray and Michael Myers...

Oh, I also think it would be great if they had obedient children with the wife s/o. They know how their father is and they choose not to worry too much about it. Please....I'm sorry if I requested when your requests were closed, but, I've been looking for a blog for a long time whose requests are still open and finally I found your blog 😭.

My twin sister is sick and I want her to be able to read the story you made from my request 🙏.

Love you dear

Thank you so much for the request sweet anon! <3 I hope me deciding to do Headcannons for each story was ok to anon. Sorry this took so long, I worked on it in chunks over the course of a few different days.

Also I hope you sister feels better soon Anon <3 <3

Slashers with a good little wife and good little children: The Sinclairs. Michael Myers, Thomas Hewitt and Charles Lee Ray.

Also not my gifs, not of the gifs I use are ever mine and full credit goes to the original creators <3

Notes: Minors DNI, Written with AFAB in mind as per request, suggestive themes. Story under the cut. Request centers around "traditional" wife roles. Talks of pregnancy and children.

<3 : Bo loves the idea of having a good little wife and good little children to boot. He just never thought living in Ambrose and as a man with his hobbies he would get to experience that, until he met you.

<3: You instantly took over cleaning and cooking, even some of the spots in Ambrose no one even went into anymore. You had no idea how the boys had managed to survive so long with living like they were raised in a barn.

<3: Bo also liked how you liked to steer clear of anything having to do with his business and what went on at the gas station.

"it ain't your place" He murmured once into your hair when you asked him about it when the relationship was still relatively new. That was the first and only time he ever had to tell you that.

<3: Bo was thrilled by your want to stay out of his and mind your own that it was surprising when you ultimately fell pregnant after only about a year being in Ambrose. As if he'd let you leave.

<3: Bo let you take care of all the child rearing duties, with him being gone usually all day it was just easier plus the last thing he wants to come home too is crying children after a long day.

<3 As the children grew you had to teach them about what their father and uncles and explain why it would be inappropriate to ask anyone about it. All they needed to know was that they were safe and their daddy loves them.

<3 The sight of you being rounded with HIS baby also does things to Bo, So don't be surprised if he makes it a goal to keep you pregnant as often as possible.

<3 Bo would be a in and out father I think though, not that he means to be he does love the children. His relationship with his own father affects how active he is a lot of the time and since that's the only father figure he has to go off of he doesn't wanna turn out like him.

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"Papa!' The children yelled as they ran through the door of the gas station to their father. You had a free instance of free time so you thought you'd bring them down to bring Bo some lunch.

"There's my babies" Bo said opening his arms to catch all 3 of them up in them. He turned to you poised and ready for the kiss you planted on his lips as you set the basket of food down on the counter.

"We made you lunch papa!" Your youngest girl said as he placed her back on the floor. Bo smiled at her.

"You did now didya?" All three children nodded as you opened the basket and began to explain to Bo what you made him. It wasn't long before your family bubble was interrupted by a car pulling up outside.

Bo's gaze hardened as he turned to look outside the station windows he then turned to you and the kids before barking an order.

"You four need to go on and get back to the house now" He said, The children having been through this before nodded before falling in line behind you to head back home.

"I'll come get ya'll when I'm done" Bo said planting a last kiss to your lips before you waddled out of the gas station, giant pregnant belly and all three little ducklings in tow.

<3 Soft mushy Vincent is soft and mushy.

<3 You are his doting little wife and he is your doting husband. His heart swells every time he sees you coming down into the basement with a plate of food and a drink.

<3 At first he was a bit nervous about you growing board of Ambrose since he wouldn't let you be involved but when he saw you begin to clean literally anything and everything he figured you were alright.

<3 Vincent loves your cooking and it actually helps rouse him out of the basement to come and sit at the table with you and his brothers.

<3 When you fell pregnant the first time, He was stunned. Like truly stunned. He never thought fatherhood more or less being a husband was in the cards for him ever.

<3 To know have both he couldn't believe it. A cute little house wife and a baby he hoped would look just like you.

<3 If the baby isn't twins expect to start trying for a sibling right away. Vincent like his brothers adores the sight of you pregnant with his baby. It awakens a primal instinct inside of him to be the provider and keep you safe at all costs.

<3 Vincent would be afraid that the baby would be afraid of his face or his mask, no matter how many times you assured him other wise he couldn't help but worry.

<3 If the children grow up to question their fathers face or what he does in Ambrose, you and Vincent will tell them the loose truth obviously omitting a lot of detail. At least until their old enough.

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"Vincent, your her daddy. She'd never be afraid of you" You told him softly, reaching out in an attempt to hand him your daughter.

Ever since she was born Vincent refused to hold her as he didn't wanna scare her off with his mask or his face.

He looked into your eyes as he went to shake his head, before he could though you had shoved your baby into his arms and positioned his hands in the proper places to hold her.

Vincent jumped at your sudden action but was never the less quick to cradle his daughter. He looked down at her once she was settled and when his eyes met hers that matched your perfectly he felt his breath leave his body.

Vincent had never experienced a feeling like this in his entire life and doubted he would ever feel it again. He was head over heels in love with this little human the two of you had made together and from that day he vowed that anyone who tried to come in-between him and his family would have him to answer too.

<3 Lester is used to cooking and cleaning his own space so it takes him awhile to get used to you doing it for him.

<3 He appreciates it greatly but he doesn't fully understand why you would want to clean up behind him like you do though. Like he picks up roadkill all day who would want to smell that?

<3 He doesn't complain about you cooking though, He thinks your food is amazing and it's great to come home to a warm cooked meal every night.

<3 You do so much for him so don't be surprised if Lester comes home every so often with little gifts he's collected for you. Some of them may or may not come from victims but as Lester's good little wifey you never question it, you just press your lips to his and thank him for the thoughtful gift.

<3 When you fall pregnant, again like his brothers, Lester is thrilled. He can't be in the same room as you without running his hands up and down your swollen belly while trying to feel the baby kick.

<3 Lester wants a football team of children, so be prepared to make many renovations to the cabin the two of you share to accommodate all the children.

<3 Lester loves bringing his sons out on the road with him when their old enough and with your permission of course. He'd never let them participate in anything Bo or Vincent do but helping him with roadkill is just fine by him.

<3 If any of the kids ever questions what their uncles do in Ambrose and why Lester doesn't usually want them around it, He'll tell them that it's because of Vincent's delicate projects and that answer is enough for the kids.

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"Nah sweetpea, you know why you can't go to Ambrose" Lester softly told your son after the fifth time he had asked to go see his uncles. Your son sighed and pouted slightly before speaking.

"I know uncle Vincent's art is easy to break but I promise I won't ruin anything"

"My love, I've told you it's rude to question your father" You piped up from your chair in the living room, running a hand over your slightly swollen belly. "Why don't you go join your brothers outside for a bit before dinner, and stay where we can see you" He gave you a sad look but nodded and went through the front door outside.

"I know the boys love Vinny and Bo, but I just want em to be safe" Lester told you sitting on the arm of your chair and putting a hand over yours sitting on your belly.

"I know Les, but when their older they'll understand why we have rules" You shot him a smile and he gratefully returned it. He was so lucky to get someone so understanding of the "Family Business"

<3 Thomas was raised to be a family man. Luda Mae had always told him growing up that one day he would need to find a wife to continue the Hewitt family with.

<3 Enter you, ending up at the Hewitt farm like so many others, but not meeting the same fate as them.

<3 Thomas would've easily put babies before marriage but Luda Mae insisted that you two do it the traditional way and get married first.

<3 You were quick to win her over with your affinity to help out with cooking and other house chores. Especially when it came to taking care of her darling boy Thomas. She was thrilled he had found someone who loved him so much.

<3 In the Hewitt house hold with Monty and Charlie both breathing down your neck, it's easy to be reminded to leave the mans work to Thomas and just focus on helping Luda with whatever she needs.

<3 When you fall pregnant with the first baby, the whole house hold is thrilled.

<3 Luda, Charlie and Monty all never thought they would see the day that Thomas would continue the Hewitt family tree so it was a very big deal when you fell pregnant with Luda's first grandchild.

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"Now darlin' you know your not supposed to be doing anything in your state" Luda reprimanded as she walked into the kitchen to see you doing dishes.

"I know mama but laying in bed all day everyday is driving me nuts" You told her drying off a plate you were washing. Luda joined you at the sink grabbing a cup to wash it before handing it to you to dry.

"When I was pregnant with Charlie I almost got driven up a wall myself. Just don't let Tommy see, You'll never hear the end of it" She said giving you a small smile before heading back to the living room.

You stood at the sink and continued to wash until you heard familiar footsteps heading up the basement stairs, you tried to pretend like you weren't washing dishes but it was too late, Tommy was on you in an instant.

"Tommy hun it's ok!" You pleaded as he took the dishes out of your hands and herded you towards a chair. You couldn't help yourself but the laugh of how your giant husband could be turned so soft and attentive with you.

You grabbed Tommy's hands before he made you sit down and placed them onto your rounded belly. His eyes met yours instantly and your foreheads pressed together.

"Tommy we're fine, I promise honey." Tommy looked at you incredulously before rolling his eyes and huffing at you, you laughed. If there was one thing in this world Tommy couldn't say no too it was you.

<3 Now Charles I could see being a bit different. Sure he adores having someone cleaning and cooking since he's out doing what a serial killer does most of the time but when it comes to kids he's a bit hesitant.

<3 He loves that you love to cook for him. It's nice having warm meals to come home too for once, Brownie points if their his favorite foods.

<3 Doesn't so much like when you get on him about tracking blood through the house or getting one too many stains on his clothes.

<3 If you really want a baby start telling him how lonely you are when he leaves for long periods of time to go kill people. He'll give you want you want as long as the baby stays out of his way.

<3 He'll be a good dad though don't get me wrong and he'll love the kid or kids just as much as you but he's a busy guy that's got shit to do so he mainly sees them as your responsibility.

<3 Might get jealous of all your attention going to the baby though, he understands it has too but that doesn't mean he has to be happy about it all the time.

<3 Your never going to be the picture perfect family but for your Charles will try his best to give you and the kids everything you'd ever need.

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"Charles! what have I told you about tracking blood in the house!" Your voice echoed through the house. You heard a muffled laugh as he rounded the hallway with your 3 month old in his arms.

"Babe I'm sorry, you know I never mean too sometimes it just happens" He said adjusting your bundle of joy in his arms.

"Whaddya think kid should mommy forgive me just this once?" He asked your child you babbled in response.

"You said just this once the last three times chuck" You deadpanned before breaking a smile when he did.

"Just a hazard of the job toots" He laughed, You joined him before your eyes were met with the deep red splotches on the blazer he was wearing.

His eyes followed yours before his froze and turned to walk away with the baby in tow as you yelled out behind him.

"Charles! The blood!"

<3 The only inkling of what a normal family functions like that Michael has ever gotten was from his childhood, and to be honest I think his memories of that are very few and far between.

<3 You want to do what for him? Cook and clean ? why on earth would you want to do that for? Michael is confused.

<3 Though preparing to go out and finding a nice fresh out of the dryer jumpsuit all nice and warm and clean for him is quite nice. Michael thinks this is something he could get used to.

<3 On those late nights where he comes back late and finds plates of dinner wrapped in tinfoil ready for him to either heat up or eat just like that is also something he could get used too. It tastes way better then what he usually eats (Totally not dog, totally not)

<3 When kids get brought up though, it's a different story. I could honestly see him not really being all for it at least not at first.

<3 He's really like Charles but more so into the you can have kids as long as they stay far out of his way.

<3 His feelings towards them also aren't the most parental either. He loves them ? At least, Michael feels an emotion he could probably equate to love about them.

<3 But yeah I think for Michael it's best you just keep the kids clear of him. It's not easy when your father is the shape of Haddonfield.

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"Welcome home Mike!, your dinner is wrapped up on the counter love" You greeted him as he came home after a night of terrorizing the town. Placing a kiss to the cheek of his mask.

Michael nodded wordlessly, as always, and turned to go into the kitchen. Tonight you had made his favorite, or at least what you only thought was one of his favorites by the way he every so slightly changed reactions every time you made it.

You gave him a second before following him into the kitchen and sitting next to him at the island. You watched as he lifted his mask up for each bite of food before lowering it to chew.

You made the mistake of questioning him once as to why he didn't just take the mask off. It was early on in the relationship and his hand instinctively went to his knife before you even finished asking. That was how you learned it's better to just not ask Michael questions at least not about the mask.

The two of you sat in silence, a routine you repeated pretty much every night unless you were already asleep when he got home. You would spend all day cleaning and making sure everything was ship shape for him then you would greet your monster of a man when he came through your front door.

You were brought out of your thoughts when Michael's plate crashed into the sink and broke into pieces. Michael still didn't understand how to not hold the plate too high and just to sit it in the sink.

Looks like something you'll still have to work on. No one said the shape of Haddonfield was smart when it came to chores anyway.

[cursedvida]

It's really crazy to me to see the hate Mae gets, like I was reading some reviews and I can understand not liking a character but as soon as they start with the name calling their opinion is invalid to me because they have no reason to be calling her a bitch, among other things, like it just reeks of mysogyny, (it's like they just want an excuse to call women names) and seeing it coming from other girls makes it worse like..

"Oh the girl was such a bitch why did she do that 🙄" ..is it really that hard to think for a moment about the circumstances in which mae was raised?? Do they need it spell it out for them?? Like, c'mon guys do you really think that the people trapped in a bunker for generations have anything nice to teach/say about the apes?? Wes Ball please give us Mae's backstory in the sequel!! Your audience needs it bc they are out there calling Mae the real villain and saying Proximus was right 💀 (when he was literally everything Caesar hated in an ape)

Look, I'm usually a polite person when expressing my opinions, but I'm fed up with the hate towards Mae, basically because the arguments people give seem incredibly basic to me, typical of people with little to no understanding. Sometimes I doubt if these people have watched the same movie as me or maybe they have some sort of cognitive dissonance, but seriously, I find them ridiculous. Either that, or they are basically the typical comments from misogynistic guys or women with internalized misogyny who can't stand morally gray and questionable female characters.

And well, having said that, I'm going to present my doctoral thesis on this topic:

One of the things I've seen the most is people saying that Mae is evil, the true villain, or an ungrateful traitor to Noa. This argument seems quite incomprehensible to me because, even though we don't have much data about her, I believe there's something very important that explains why she acts as she does: the Proximus apes killed the people in her group, including her mother. I mean: her damn mother. If we add to that the UNDERSTANDING (I mean, you have to be very short-minded not to assume something so obvious) that she has been raised in an environment where they've probably told her all her life that the apes are the reason for all the evils of humanity and the main reason why humans live in shitty conditions, I think anyone with half a brain has enough information to understand why she does what she does.

Yes, Noa is a good guy, but he's not helping her. Noa and Mae have a common goal and decide to ally themselves momentarily to achieve that goal, which is to reach Proximus. As much as they've formed a bond throughout the story, it's not yet strong enough for Mae to set aside what she has worked for so hard. Mae not only bears the weight of humanity on her shoulders but also emotionally carries the idea that she, as the sole survivor of her group, must complete the mission at all costs. Are those who criticize her telling me that if they truly thought that with certain actions they could not only save their species but also honor their loved ones who have been killed infront their eyes, they wouldn't do them? And that they wouldn't do them for someone they've just met, no matter how much they like them? That's just not realistic, it makes no sense. We would all do the same as Mae in her situation. I mean, I have no doubts.

Another thing I love is when they say she's the "true villain" as if it weren't clear enough that she feels bad every time since she forms a bond with Raka and Noa when she does something that she knows may harm them. She feels pain for Raka's death and clearly, you can also see the conflict and remorse when she detonates the bomb. It's not something she enjoys doing, but she HAS to do it. In the final scene, even though she's carrying a gun, you can also clearly see her in conflict with herself. Clearly, she doesn't want to kill him. Clearly, she has nothing against Noa, and this is evident when she finally accepts the necklace and they even shake hands. You can't tell me that's the attitude of a villain, narratively it's not presented as such, and seeing it that way is to have understood nothing.

Mae is a complex character whose life is based on survival, she's no different from the characters we're used to loving and idolizing in other post-apocalyptic series, the difference here for me is that she's human and humans have to be bad by default and also that she's a woman. Because female characters always have to be the support, the romantic interest, or the unconditional friends of heroic male characters, and Mae is none of that. Mae is a character with her own story and ambitions that go beyond Noa's plot. Mae has her own plot, and it seems that's something that bothers people a lot.

I'm sorry, but the hate towards Mae seems very similar to the one people had for Sansa Stark in Game of Thrones, which basically stemmed from people being misogynistic and hating complex and imperfect female characters, combined with how much they hate seeing protagonist characters with such human and real characteristics that they can't bear the idea of seeing themselves reflected in them.

But hey, for Sansa Stark, I would have killed, and now for Mae too. Mae haters basically DNI

[purpleheartskies]

What is your opinion on the Robby/Tory arc this season?

Thanks for your question! I'm still gathering my thoughts on these two.

I'm heartbroken for them. They're the two kids worth rooting for out of all the kids. They have it the hardest and both feel so alone.

I'd predicted after s5 that Tory would go back to Cobra Kai, so I'm not surprised by the twist.

Robby believes in Miyagi-Do, and Tory believes in Cobra Kai.

In s3e8, Tory told Robby that she knows who she is, but he's still pretending to be something he's not. I assume, after she got to know him in s4, she realized she wasn't right about him pretending.

In s5e10, she told the Cobras that she wasn't betraying the dojo, she's just not buying what Silver's selling. She was still loyal to Cobra Kai.

In s6e1, she told Robby that Miyagi-Do teaches the exact opposite of what she's been taught. She still believed in Cobra Kai, but at the time, Miyagi-Do was her way to reach her goal.

Tory's at a really low point now, and Kreese and Cobra Kai are her solution to reach her goal.

It also makes sense that she would believe that the LaRussos wouldn't support her over Sam as captain. Tory doesn't know that Daniel didn't put her on his list of 6 students. He had put Demetri and Anthony on his list instead and claimed that Tory wasn't balanced enough to be Miyagi-Do. Plus, even Kenny believed that Daniel wouldn't believe him that Anthony had sabotaged him. (Of course, we know it was really Devon who had.) Point is that Daniel's favoritism towards his kids is obvious to the other students most of the time, so even if he isn't playing favorites, it's hard to trust him (and Amanda).

I wonder if Tory will feel betrayed by Robby for not supporting her need to fight for the captaincy. Hopefully, we get some context about what happened between the two of them between the last scene at Miyagi-Do and the introduction at the Sekai Taikai. I doubt Robby wouldn't have tried to reach out to her. Also, Sam becoming captain is out of his hands.

s5 showed that Tory's loyalty goes between Kreese/Cobra Kai and Robby. If she doesn't feel betrayed by Robby, then Robby will be a weakness for her.

Kim is aware of this. She knows that "the boy" is Tory's weakness. The Cobras may try to make sure that Robby can't get near Tory. Kim witnessed for herself what Robby is willing to do---walk into the Cobra's lair and confront Silver---if it can help Tory.

In s2e8, Robby said about Tory, " 'There's good in everyone.' She just needs to be shown the right way." In s2e1, Daniel had said that there are no enemies in Cobra Kai and that the Cobras are just taught the wrong way. In s5e9, Robby called Silver the enemy, but told the students that they weren't past the point no return. I assume Robby will do what he can to get Tory out of Cobra Kai so that she doesn't go past the point of no return.

Based on interviews, Robby's going to be completely off-balance now because Tory switched sides. This isn't surprising. He probably would have lost 0-3 if Tory hadn't shown up in time during his captaincy match. I think Robby will also blame himself because he didn't tell anyone that Kreese had approached Tory and talked to her.

I'm stating the obvious when I say it will be complicated for them in part 2. But their storyline is majorly tied to the overall conflict in the story, which shows their importance.

Overall, seeing them make that deal at the start of s6e5 to seeing where they ended s6e5 ... sigh... 😔 These two kids deserve to win and be up on that podium together, but I don't want Tory to win the female championship for Cobra Kai. I think this may be what happens, though.

[kedreeva]

When you are writing a fic, do you ever struggle with over-thinking, where you can't move on to the next stage of your outline or the actual story, because your brain insists on adding detail to the current stage?

I'm really struggling with this at the moment, and it's becoming exhausting. I'm trying to write a simple, light, single-theme story, but my brain insists on over-complicating it, to the point where I get so bogged down in details, I can't actually write the damn thing, and end up abandoning it in a fit of disgust and rage.

If you or any of your followers have experienced this, and have any advice on how to tackle it, I would be eternally grateful.

Thank you for listening.

Also, Aris and her babies are adorable :)

The short answer is: Sometimes

The longer answer is: Not really, but I used to, and I didn't want to, so I put in a lot of work to teach myself how to get out of it.

By and large, I have gotten to the point where when I am outlining, if I come across a portion of the story where I don't know what exactly happens, I will just write in "some stuff happens" and leave space for stuff to happen. I have learned that chances are really good the reason I don't know what exactly happens is because I don't have the nearby puzzle pieces yet, and if I pick at other areas of the story, I will eventually find the pieces that tell me the shape of the missing piece, which is much easier than trying to guess. And if I don't find it during outlining, then I will typically find it while writing the full story out. I don't need to flesh it out immediately.

But how does one get from point A (being stuck) to point B (writing stuff happens and moving on)?

Genuinely, and I mean this in the kindest way possible, there is no tip or trick or miracle anyone can tell you, you just have to do the work. Writing is a skill, and ALL skills require practice, practice, practice to learn the "muscle" memory to perform the skill. You cannot improve without practice. You will not write the perfect story on your first try.

I practiced the skill of "write small thing without going into detail" by literally writing 150k+ words of askbox prompts with a goal of 300 words or less. No longer plot, no elaboration. People sent me 3 words of their choosing and a character or pairing, over and over and over and over, and I answered them with short, 1-scene ficlets over and over and over and over. And a few of them I wrote a bit of extra on, if i really liked what I was writing, but I went in with the mentality that this was practice, for practice's sake.

If you don't want to do it as askbox prompts, that's fine. Grab a few prompt word lists, pick 3 words at random and a pairing or character(s) you either really like or don't write for much, and figure out how to connect the three things to the characters in under 300 words. then put it into a folder you will never look at again, and move to the next one. Do this 100 times. Do it 200 times if you're still having trouble.

This may seem like busywork, but I promise it's not. The word limit helps to teach you to leave out stuff you don't need at the moment ("stuff happens, but here's what's important to have happen"), the 3-word-prompt style helps you learn to connect disparate ideas (a HUGE help if you're trying to get from a to b and don't know how they connect- your story-problem solving skills WILL improve) AS WELL as helping you learn to write (full story) from very little (minimal outline). Starting a portion of a scene and wrapping it up again over and over in short form for unrelated ficlets helps with learning how to start things and finish things (so starting a new scene or finding the ending of a scene becomes easier in full stories). There's a good chance it helps you practice story arcs, bringing back foreshadowing, circling ideas (presenting something at the start, going through the scene, and ending the scene looking at the beginning Something in a new light!), and more. You practice a lot of stuff when you do little throw-away scenes, and going in with the intent to throw them away can take a lot of the pressure off. Does it need to be fleshed out if I am throwing it in the recycling bin/flinging it unedited into the void of Tumblr the second I'm done, to never think of it again? nope~!

I'm sure there are other exercises out there. I'm sure everyone's got their favored way of practicing stuff, or avoiding practicing as the case may be. But there's not another way to learn the things you're asking about than just....doing them. You literally just have to do them a lot, and the best way I know of is to work through a list of semi-abstract prompts (and I mean like.... the prompt is "blood" or the prompt is "light" or the prompt is "green" or "christmas" or "butterflies" or "magic" and you have to write a scene) and not worry about the results so much as the doing.

Artists fill whole sketchbooks with doodles and sketches they'll never polish. Racing athletes swim or run miles and miles and miles in practice before their competitions. Team sport athletes dedicate hundreds, thousands of hours to practice before games. Photographers take hundreds of photos and only keep a few to showcase. They make messy garbage, in order to be able to make something good.

Perfection is the enemy of progress. You HAVE to learn to be messy, and to allow yourself to be messy, for the sake of learning and being done.

[cottondo]

Hey babes! First of all, let me just say that I ADORE your writing <3333 I can tell you have a lot of passion for what you do!

If it’s alright with you, I’d like to request a Blitzø x fem! reader story. Preferably how he navigates a shy, sweet imp. I was thinking that they could have been childhood friends or something like that. Whatever you decide to do I’ll read (and love) it <3333

Thank you so much!!

aahww thank you sm lovebug🥹💞 I appreciate the kindness !

also,, really hope I got your request right?? I lowkey wasn’t exactly sure on what you wanted LMAO but I hope you like it regardless <3

Blitzo x fem! imp reader | navigate

The sound of your breath in a humid environment was all you could really focus on. Or, more so, trying to control it.

Blitzo insisted taking you on some stupid 'adventure', —if thats what he called it— and of course, it turned into a mission.

Why the hell wouldn't it! You didn't expect much less from him.

You particularly didn't care much for his mission work. Sure, okay, it seemed kinda cool sometimes- - but the,, almost double-dying part, was intimidating as fuck.

Keeping all your limbs attached to your body was really your biggest goal living down in Hell. It was easy enough to end up getting stabbed, maybe break a horn or two, or even end up in a shitty situation with some demon lords that rule rings trying to chase you down. Especially as an imp!

Maybe it was because you actually valued your death-life, and Blitz,, .. just didnt? But, regardless, you didn't wanna be here, doing this today.

A heavy hand rests on your shoulder abruptly, causing a small flinch to react from your figure.

Blitz leans in close, a crazy little smirky smile on his face. If the space between you got any smaller, you thought your oxygen levels would've been completely cut.

He managed to drag you into some hide out, a gun in his hand, army crawl position beside you in a long vent you two crawled inside of together. Shoulders harshly bumping against each other's to prover just how little space there actually was inside.

It was hot in here, and he was hotter, which only added to the uneasiness you felt in your chest.

"Don't tell me you're bitchin' out on me, y/n." He whispers to you, eyes focusing on your nerves. Blitz knew you better than just about anyone. And to be fair, he should. You two have been friends since childhood, so nothing goes unseen around him.

Your frown lightens, vision trailing to look back at him. "Nooo? I'm totally fine," you flash a cheesy smile back.

Blitzo's eyes roll, "Yea- ok, I'm teaching you combat, whether you like it or not, bitch. If youre gonna be working with us, you can't just sit around at the desk looking all cute and shit, everyday." He reminds you, "I need you to learn how to be more assertive!"

He thought you were cute? Ayee, score for you.

Your lips curl into a smirk over at him.

"As cute as I am, I can still be assertive." Now it was your turn to remind him.

It didnt look like he believed that statement. Actually, you knew he didnt.

"What happens when some dick fucker tries being an asshole to you? Pulls out a gun? One day I'm not gonna be able to get there quick enough to save your sorry ass." He frowns, some annoyance clear in his tone.

Your eyes widen, and your lips sound a gasp as you face him. "Oh my god- - is that the sound of you caring about someone other than yourself~?" You tease sarcastically, eyelids lowering casually again. Blitz turns away with a scoff.

"I didn't know that was even possible," you add onto the teasing, obviously getting some sort of rise out of him.

"Listen!" He narrows his vision. "Oka- you know damn well that I—"

His words get cut off. The sound of a door opening, and footsteps entering the room catch both of your attentions. You flinch when the door slams shut behind the figure. It was a short demon. Big horns, and an even bigger snout. He sort of looked like a dead pig. You cringe.

"Oh, fuck." Blitz smirks, raising up his gun. "This is too easy. You comin' or what?" His shoulder nudges yours. You give a dull look in reply. "Do I have a choice?"

"No, you don't." He smirks over his shoulder at you.

You follow close behind his army crawl towards the end of the vent. It wasn't far away at all, just totally felt uncomfortable being on your hands and knees in such a small space for so long.

Blitz quickly kicks out the vent door, and jumps down to the floor with his gun tightly in hand. Your eyes watch his figure as he lands perfectly in the room, alerting the demon who was on Blitz' kill list.

Damn.

It was kind of crazy how good his combat is. You know he has a lot of practice- - which does make you slightly worry from time to time about just how much trouble this job really gets him into. (And how much more it'll get you into if he continues to drag you along for the ride.)

With a small push, you slip yourself out of the vent, and land on two feet with a practiced swiftness. You've gotten enough rehearsal time to do small, crafty things, but you weren't perfect- - nothing like how Blitz was, anyway.

But at least you still looked good doing it.

The listed demon looks quickly between the both of you, Blitz ready with a crazed grin on his face while holding the gun, and you, with your knife strapped to your side, looking nothing as intimidating.

"Y/N! Grab him!" Blitz commands from you.

You hesitate for a second, "Blitz, do we really hav—"

"Cmon!" Blitz tosses his head back and groans, quickly rebounding and aiming the gun to the guys head before he got any bright ideas. "Lets dance, bitch!"

The demon, though all three of you were trapped in a very small room, does his absolute best to dodge each and every bullet. For a porky lookin dude, he was quick on his hooves. He managed to miss most if not all, bullets aimed his way.

You lunge forward, and tackle him to the ground like a tiger pouncing its prey. Blitz cheers you on, fist pumped up in the air as he watches with excitement down at you. "Thats what im talkin about, y/n! Now tie his ass up, we gotta use him as bait for the rest of them."

"The rest of them?" You glare in question.

His hand tosses you down a rope, which you had no idea where he kept it hidden all this time, but look up to Blitz anyway, as you struggled a little, straddling to keep the demon down beneath you.

Your hands desperately grab the rope, and you begin tying. Blitz insisted no helping, as this was his way of teaching you proper ways to hustle- - but you'd gladly accept it if he offered any.

First, you wrap up the struggling mans hands, then, you move down to his kicking feet. He managed to give your shoulder a good hit with his foot, but that only resulted in Blitz raising his own foot, and forcefully bringing the tip of his boot into the guys side. The demon lets out a groan.

"Damn, what the hell, asshole." You glare down at the demon who only glares back up at you through his groans. Your hands take the bandana from around his neck, and retie it around his mouth to prevent any sounds coming out of him.

"Great, now lets get the fuck out of here!" Blitz grins, picking up the hostage and throwing him over his shoulder with a small struggle. You follow along close behind, eyes checking both sides of you with some slight paranoia. It already came to the point in the day where you were very much over this job. Why the fuck couldn't you guys have just stayed in the circus business?

"Y/N! Take out those assholes up on the catwalks!" Blitz points to a few more demons that were going to be next on your list for the day.

While the two of you ran for the far exit, your eyes follow up to where Blitz was looking.

You spot them. "Got it!" Your voice beams, and pulling out your gun, you aim for the straps that kept the walk attached to the ceiling. One shot, you took the one side of the catwalks down, which results in the demons falling and tumbling down to the floor of the warehouse.

"Fuck yeah!" Blitz laughs as he uses the tied hostage as a punching bag for other demons that try to stop the two of you. He swings the hostage demon around, using him as his own personal weapon, causing some slight laughter out of you, to which both you and blitz were surprised about.

The demons you caused to fall, start charging your way. With a quick thought, you take out the knife strapped to your side, and get ready to use it. Blitz grins over at you. "Remember to aim for the neck!" He calls out from ahead of you.

Your smile brightens at the teamwork you both have. "Thanks!"

A hand reaches for you, but with a stealthy slide to the side, you duck under the arms and push the torso of a demon down to the ground.

This was getting . . oddly easy.

You hop over the demon on the floor, and smile brightly over at Blitz.

With you catching up to his side, your lips stretch into a grin as you open the door to the warehouse for him. “Did you see?” Your question was almost eager sounding. Breaking out of the shyness of the situation, you’ve actually gained a bit more combat knowledge.

Blitz grins over at you, throwing the hostage to the ground as the both of you make it out, and find a safer area to catch your breaths.

“Hell yeah bitch!” Blitz looked so happy, giddy, even. It was so freaking cute.

“I knew teaching you my way would pay off.” He crosses his arms, a soft smirk on his face.

Your face flushed lightly, the shyness beginning to take over just a bit. Your shoulders shrug upward, and the smile on your face was light. “Thanks,”

“I’m proud of you.” Blitz’s voice is quieter than his usual loud and obnoxious form, but you still catch it. Your eyes widen a bit, and staring at him in a small shock is all you could do for a second. “Really?”

Blitz looks flustered, so you decide to let any teasing go. It wasn’t often he would give real compliments. Even if he did know you long enough, to.

“Of course, fuck face.” He replies, rolling his eyes with a smile still stuck to his face.

You bump his shoulder, grinning just a little harder than before. “Learned from the best.”

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really sorry its not my best work,, just allot goin on in life rn but I still hope you liked it anyway ! <3

[riririnnnn]

Alright, I'm here to speak for my husband.

I'm new in Tumblr, so I don't exactly know what people think about Noa here, but as far as I have seen in other places, people generally say that he is the worst coach in NEL.

WHICH IS NOT TRUE AT ALL!

*screeches and rips out your wig*

Firstly, no coaches forced/pressurised anyone to choose their teams. It was one's own wish to go wherever the heck they want. Further, Ego explained everything about each stratum individually, so one knew what he was going in for.

So in no particular order, let's start.

1. Lavinho

Bro

BRO

You are telling me that this:

Is a better coach than Noa?

I agree that the whole speech by Lavi was actually fantastic, and further when Bachira told him about his Monster, not so surprisingly, Lavi told him exactly what he needed to hear because dun dun dun! Who chose FC Barcha?

YAS!

Bachira did, so obviously, it was the best for him and he improved.

Schizophrenia meets paranoia.

I mean, if he were to go in Ubers, Snuffy would've destroyed his 'originality'; if he were to go in PxG, he would've been outshined and pushed into being a midfielder, and in BM, he would've been depressed tbh. Manshine City is the only one which I think he could've improved physically.

All in all, my main focus about Lavi in this post is this panel:

Like, Lavi.

NO!

Guess who called him out for it?

Yes:

JUST LOOK AT WHAT HE SAID!

THAT'S MY HUSBAND Y'ALL!

I can't add more than 10/10 pictures per post, so I'm not adding it here:

In that same chapter (163) of the above panel, he calls out for Kunigami for the goals he missed, and then later (165) he asks him, "Now that you have seen it live, you think you can copy those movements?" If we consider his stoic personality, then it's his way of teaching.

Further, in chapter 164, when Lavi and Noa were going 1V1, and Isagi decided to jump in to steal the ball, Lavi used the blueberry boy as a way to get past Noa. Of course, Lavi was like, "Oh? Weaklings are just noise." LIKE HONEY STOP HE IS JUST A HIGH SCHOOL-ER!?

But yeah, Noa didn't chase Lavi further, and instead stopped to catch falling Isagi and explained him about the playstyle of Lavi.

BRO WHAT YOU WANT MORE!? HE IS NOT A BAD COACH!

2. Chris Prince

It's surprising, but his speech was hella good during the introduction.

And I don't mind that he strips and endorses stuffs. Like, do what you gotta do to get the bread in this economy. Besides, if I were a man and had a body like his, I'll be showing off too.

What, obviously, I'm going to show is this:

Like, the scores were 2-2, it was a PEAK moment, and he jumps in to take the spotlight?

Noa rightfully calls him out for it:

"This isn't your stage, Chris. Back off."

LOUDER FOR THE HATERS!

And you are telling me that Noa is a bad coach, huh?

Chris literally provoked Kaiser, made a near fool out off Yukimiya, and then started a beef with Isagi.

ACT YOUR AGE, CHRIS!

It's like someone throws me and you between Kindergartens, and then I start to write in beautiful cursive to prove that I'm so better than you.

3. Marc Snuffy

It's hypocritical, but the thing I called out Lavinho for, is the same reason why I wouldn't have gone to Ubers if I were a Blue Lock-er: telling the players what to do.

Starting from the start, we can see that Snuffy is one hell of a strategist, and was able to impress everyone.

However, it's been so long since NEL started that we have nearly forgotten that Blue Lock was made for strikers, and everyone selected were the forwards of their team. Like, fym Barou is the best suited to be a striker. Personally, I wouldn't have let it slide and would've started swinging fists.

Also, why are you trauma dumping into a 18 year old you met a few moments ago, just because he refused to play by your sayings.

Imagine someone tells you a story, and you go like, "Why are you telling me some loser's story?" And that someone replies, "Oh, actually, that was my best friend and he killed himself."

Are you getting me?

Further, I think Ubers got the better end of stick because:

Barou Shoei. No explanation needed.

Aryu Jyubei. He was literally the Top 3 during the second selection.

Niko Ikki. Bro is only 15 and hasn't even played for that long and was able to defend against Shidou and has meta vision.

Aiku Oliver. No explanation needed.

Sendou Shuto. Bro was literally the ace of (ex) U-20 team.

Don Lorenzo. Bro stopped Kaiser's impact

At this point, I'm getting my own emotions involved, but I didn't like how he just assigned everyone into positions. It felt like he molded them according to his own wants/needs that is, to win. I mean, he used data of the players to come up with a plan, right? Then why people think Noa is too reliant on numbers?

I'm not saying that Snuffy is a bad coach. Whatever he did, it turned out to work for the best. In fact, kudos for him to help Barou score by pushing Noa aside:

He is a good man and a good coach. Please don't think I hate Ubers.

4. Julian Loki

We haven't seen much of him, but if Shidou and Rin are in close quarters without trying to bust open eachother's skulls, then I think Loki is good at whatever he is cooking. Further, the fact that he is only 17, makes everything very impressive.

I know that we have already gotten a chapter focused on PxG, but it's not sufficient to precisely say how things got to be the way they are currently.

Also, ngl, I do think that PxG got the better end of the stick too:

Itoshi Rin. No explanation needed.

Shidou Ryusei. No explanation needed.

Tokimitsu Aoshi. He was literally Top 3 during the second selection. Like, even Barou couldn't defend against him (at that time).

Karasu Tabito. Bro is smart.

Tsurugi Zantetsu. Bro is speed.

Charles Chevalier. HE IS 15 AND ALREADY A PLAYMAKER.

Nanase Nijiro. Can't say much, but I think he is good.

The only problems are:

Itoshi Rin

Shidou Ryusei

Lol

.................................

To sum it up, Noa isn't a bad coach.

I do think it was a bit not-so considerate of him to just throw them into those physical tests because THEY ARE JAPANESE, NOA!? THEY CAN'T UNDERSTAND YOU!? If I were to be there, I would've been so lost like, Man, what you even want me to do?

Well, like I said earlier, everyone who chose the Germany stratum knew what they were getting into. Besides, Noa had made it crystal clear from the very start that if you want to play as regulars, prove it through your performance— what more do you want him to do!? Die or something?

Secondly, when Isagi came to his office/workspace whatever that is to ask for advice. He did give him one, in his own way. It was same like Lavi did to Bachi, and Chris did to Nagi, but each of them gave advices that reflected their own personalities.

Also, considering the environment in which he grew, one could expect him to be money hungry you know, yet, he was against of letting Isagi play in the match just because the sponsors wanted, and denied it till he forcefully agreed to let him play in, at least, one match. Even when he was subbing in him, he bluntly said, "It's fan service." This post isn't about Isagi, otherwise I would've mentioned how he proved his worth and THAT'S why Noa continued to let him play.

Further, I don't understand why people forget that in every match, Noa has explained stuffs to Isagi. For example:

Us Readers, take this as a narration about a character, and forget that in the BLLK universe, Isagi is the listener.

I don't think so that just because someone has an experience of doing something for long period of time, it also mean that they are capable of teaching others the same— Noa, I think, is doing his best; he literally, though for like a minute, let go of his striker position and did what was necessary for Isagi to score (chapter 201).

Just because Noa-Isagi interactions are highlighted more, doesn't mean Noa hasn't helped others too— he was watching over Kiyora and Igaguri practice, remember? Isagi is the protagonist after all, it makes sense for him to have the most spotlight.

To be completely honest, in the end, there is no definitive way of comparing all the coaches, it just boils down to what playstyle you have.

That's it, I guess.

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Noa seems like someone who takes the meaning in the literal sense, like, someone be like, "He is such a Daddy material!" And he'd reply with a straight face, "I don't plan to have kids any time soon, but I appreciate that you think I'm worthy to be a Father." I just know he is dense.

[yansimstorythatiwillnotworkon]

Hanako Yamada

Name: Hanako Yamada

Gender: Female

Class: 1-2

Club: N/A

Persona: Lovestruck (Social Butterfly)

Reputation:

Overall: +10

Liked: +60

Respected: 0

Feared: -30

Crush: Hazu Kashibuchi

Strength: Carries Pepper Spray

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Hanako will NOT be portrayed as some sexualized minor with a brother complex in my story, and I like to think that that's because I'm a decent human being. Hanako was specifically very fun to draw because I like drawing happy characters and she's adorable.

But back to the important stuff. Hanako joins Akedemi to watch over her brother and make sure that his mental health doesn't absolutely deteriorate by trying to stop any incident that comes his way. I imagine that on the first day, she's nearly impossible to kill because Taro will be showing her around the school. On other days, she's constantly switching between socializing and checking on her brother, which might make her elimination difficult due to always being around people.

I'd like to think of a super hard task for her so it's worth it when you ask her to follow you or tell her to go away- if she even does, she may want to stay in Taro's general area. I don't think she'll leave if you threaten her because she'll just cry about it and go tell Taro, which might just be a general game over. More beneath the cut.

Some assume that Hazu was meant to be Mida's suitor (which is a horrible thought because he'd be way too anxious to say that he wouldn't want something like that), but I think that it's Toga simply because he's in her class. I'd rather Hazu be with Hanako, and I think that'd be beneficial for him because she's an extrovert and could teach him how to avoid negative social interactions more. As I stated above, Hanako will actively seek out his company, likely because she has a crush on him. I think it'd be interesting if we could get closer to a rival by treating her like the suitor and giving her the tips for winning over her crush.

Hanako may be labeled as an "unkillable rival" simply because of the toll it will take on Taro if she ever dies. Losing a childhood friend is one thing, and considering how much trauma he faces beforehand, losing his sister could break everything. If dangerous things happened before hand and Taro still ignored Hanako's worries, only for Hanako to get killed in the same environment that he's been in the whole time (and her ONLY being there for his wellbeing and safety), I think we could possibly have some sort of alternate nemesis on his hands. On a less depressing note, I think that Hanako will be clingy only when she's anxious. If she sees some blood on the floor, she'll run to Taro and tell him about it. Depending on the general atmosphere, he may decide to tell a teacher or leave the school, of course, with Hanako on his arm. If anything, seeing anything suspicious from a dangerous weapon to psychotic laughing could disturb Hanako's whole routine and cause her to stick by Taro for the rest of the day.

Another idea I had was having Hanako subtly follow people she finds suspicious, but only after seeing them do something strange. I don't mean for this to contradict my earlier statement. My goal is to make her follow Ayano. Only from a distance and only after she does something strange, like giggle for someone else's attention or tell someone to follow her or go away. Hanako might watch from a distance, but open doors that Ayano closes for the sake of being able to see. If she feels like she's being too weird, she might try to start a conversation with Ayano and question her. I think it's worth noting that anything that Hanako sees Ayano or someone else do, she'll refer to them to Taro by name. If the student or Ayano have a good reputation, it's unlikely that he'll believe that they mean any harm. Something else that could force Ayano to be peaceful in Hanako's week is to make it so if anyone dies or goes missing while she's present in the school, she'll force Taro to drop out for both of their safety. Unless you distract Hanako's anxieties with a love interest in Megami's week, she might do the same then, too. Maybe if Ayano befriends Hanako, Hanako will trust her enough to want Ayano to be around and possibly even protect him. But that would likely be adding some new complex function to the game. Lord knows the coding can't handle that. (���)

[kawaiichibiart]

Matagot AU

In case anyone wants to know where this started:

Not sure how far I'm going to get into this AU, but I figured some of y'all would be interested. So... :)

First thing ya gotta know, I never plan for any ship in the lovesquare to be the end goal. Just not my thing, I don't like it. And in all honesty, whenever I think of the Matagot AU, I don't see any romantic relationships developing. Purely platonic friendship and familial love.

Because he knows he can change the way his costume look, it'd easy for Adrien to change his appearance to ensure no one makes a connection between Chat Noir and Matagot. The only reason Ladybug can is because of the bond they've developed and her knowing his identity.

↑ Unfortunately, despite them having revealed themselves, it wasn't the happy moment they both wished for.

And while some would have argued for Ladybug to take back the cat miraculous, seeing as Monarch was dead, she didn't want to. Even if she did, she wouldn't be able to.

There are many ways kwamis bond with their holders. Stories of "true holders" have circled around for centuries, people who had been "destined" to wield a certain miraculous. But the reality is that those so called "true holders" actually formed a sort of soul bond with their kwamis. A special connection between the two that added some additional protection to them and the miraculous. One of which is only they can remove the miraculous.

Plagg formed one with Adrien shortly before Monarch made his first appearance, and Tikki planned on forming one with Marinette but could never find the right time to bring it up.

Of course things aren't easy at first. Trauma aside, Adrien has a lot of trust issues and things he's internalized. As I mentioned in the linked post, people wanted someone to blame because Gabriel was dead. And who better than his son? A lot of blame was shoved on to Adrien to the point where things that were unrelated to Monarch and people being akumatized were also blamed on him: You got fired? It's Adrien's fault. Your significant other left you? It's Adrien's fault. You got expelled? It happened because of Adrien. You were robbed? Failed a test? Broke your grandma's favorite vase? It's all Adrien's fault. It happened enough that he began to internalize it and now feels like he has to apologize for literally everything. Because it's all his fault, right?

*Catwoman entering the Batcave with Matagot, each with a smoothie* Nightwing:...what ya got there, Catwoman? Catwoman: a smoothie

Bruce and Selina definitely get into "minor" arguments about her taking in a boy and teaching him how to break into places and steal.

Honestly, it's kinda fun not having to be hero in Gotham. Chat Noir and Catwalker were both heroes. Matagot isn't. Vigilante, anti-hero, either works. Maybe people back in Paris would question it. But, he can't really find himself caring. He will feel bad if it reflects badly on Ladybug though. He's not gonna stop but he'll feel bad.

Personal therapist Harley Quinn, most of their "therapy" sessions is just breaking shit with bats. Sometimes they're joined by Jason /Red Hood. Don't tell Bruce/Batman.

When Marinette makes her way to Gotham, it's part of a school trip that students had to pay for. The trip was divided so some students went to Gotham and some went to Metropolis. The reason she chose Gotham over Metropolis was because she had been visited by Wonder Woman.

Originally, Diana planned to train Marinette herself, but after learning that the holder of the cat miraculous ran away, she told her she'd help her get in touch with her friend, Batman. If anyone can help her find Adrien, it's him and his team. And, if she's willing, she'll talk him into giving her more training. With that, Marinette decides she's heading to Gotham.

Adrien avoids his old classmates and friends like the plague when they arrive. While they didn't really do anything, some of them did participate in blaming him for everything. If he sees one of the few he fully trusts is alone, he might talk to them. Might.

[starlit-hopes-and-dreams]

Author Ask Game

I was tagged by @sam-glade earlier in the month, you can find their post here. Thanks for the tag, Sam!

I'm going to tag @pleasestaywithmedarling and leave an Open Tag for anyone else interested!

I'll answer this for Shattered Dreams

What is the main lesson of your story (e.g. kindness, diversity, anti-war), and why did you choose it?

I don't know what the main lesson is. I didn't write it with a lesson in mind :')

What did you use as inspiration for your worldbuilding (like real-life cultures, animals, famous media, websites, etc.)?

I used 30+ years of reading fantasy and playing fantasy games as inspiration lol. Like, really. I pickpocketed ideas from all over the place.

My little dragons? Inspired by the fire lizards in Anne McCaffrey's Pern books. Magic system is a combo of actual magic and mind/healing magic. Mind magic inspired by Anne McCaffrey's Talent Series and Mercedes Lackey's Heralds of Valdemar. Brandon Sanderson's laws of magic + rpg magic and skill leveling played a huge role while establishing my magic system. There's more, I'm sure, but I'll leave it there.

As for my races, (fae, seraph, human, ifrit, jinn, undine, aicaya), I pulled the elemental ones from various mythologies, even if I don't follow the mythology in world. My fae are largely inspired by Sarah Maas, but I incorporated a bit of shapeshifting references along with a tad of traditional fairy mythology. Not much though. The humans are based off a european background, the fae a loosely hispanic background, and the seraph a very loose arabic/indian background.

What is your MC trying to achieve, and what are you, the writer, trying to achieve with them? Do you want to inspire others, teach forgiveness, help readers grow as a person?

My MC, Alaia, just wants to be accepted. Freedom from prejudice and unreasonable expectations would be nice too. Basically, she's an outcast and her (/my) goal is for her to find her place and her chosen family.

I am not here to teach a lesson or inspire or help someone grow. If those things happen along the way, I love that. But I just want to tell a story. Her story.

How many chapters is your story going to have?

I am in the middle of a major editing/revision pass. So far I've added 3 new chapters and consolidated one. The original draft has 49 chapters, though.

Is it fanfiction or original content? Where do you plan to post it?

Shattered Dreams is original content that I hope to self-publish, if I can work up the nerve. (and finish editing XD)

When and why did you start writing?

I started writing in 2020, because if my friend could do it, so could I. It was a lot harder than I thought, and more satisfying than I thought, and just. I'm so glad I started writing at long last. It's very literally changed my life.

Do you have any words of engagement for fellow writers of Writeblr? What other writers of Tumblr do you follow?

Oh gosh, I have no idea. Everyone is so different... on that note--No advice is one size fits all. Cherry pick that shit. Or ignore it all and you do you!

Writeblrs, writeblrs... shout outs to: @i-can-even-burn-salad, @little-peril-stories, @clairelsonao3, sam tagged me but @sam-glade lol, @outpost51, @winterandwords, @kaiusvnoir, and there's more but i'm running out of nerve to tag people 😂😅

Blank questions below:

What is the main lesson of your story (e.g. kindness, diversity, anti-war), and why did you choose it?

What did you use as inspiration for your worldbuilding (like real-life cultures, animals, famous media, websites, etc.)?

What is your MC trying to achieve, and what are you, the writer, trying to achieve with them? Do you want to inspire others, teach forgiveness, help readers grow as a person?

How many chapters is your story going to have?

Is it fanfiction or original content? Where do you plan to post it?

When and why did you start writing?

Do you have any words of engagement for fellow writers of Writeblr? What other writers of Tumblr do you follow?

[scepterno]

sorry i have to. spread the shinyabu agenda to tumblr too. so here we go. (warning for manga spoilers)

look at how eager this man is to examine Oyabu like his personal pet project. his hunched posture as he edges closer for a better look. his smile. approaching with his weapon already drawn in excitement...

the confident smile upon stating this... he's immediately interested in Oyabu and wants to test him... he sees potential in him and he's excited by this!!!! he found a new pet!!!

and when Oyabu eventually disappoints him, he lashes out in anger and disappointment. he shows GENUINE emotion. he was really looking forward to honing Oyabu's murderous tendencies for his own goals and interests.........

we've never seen the Judge get this visibly upset and hostile with anyone up to this point. it's just Oyabu.

obviously i have shipper lens strapped to my face so i'm biased, but man. how can i not be when this is the most emotion the Judge has shown in the story so far... and it's all because of Oyabu...?

try and tell me the sexual tension ISN'T ridiculously palpable here

and once the Judge has subdued Oyabu, he becomes arrogant and begins mocking him relentlessly, but refuses to kill him. he purposefully humiliates Oyabu, not once but twice, and allows him to live. he also tries to teach him a lesson, to actually provide some advice for Oyabu, but in the same breath he's taunting him.

i really hope these two meet again.... I don't doubt Oyabu will hold a grudge towards him, but I do doubt that the Judge would let him live a second time if Oyabu initiated a rematch....

basically, I'm going to die when this is animated

[the-missann]

I don't think I've shared this with anyone besides a friend I don't really talk to anymore; and while I feel extremely nervous sharing them, I'll think I'll ease that by expressing the fact that I'm not an artist. I have been self teaching myself how to draw for years, so if this looks kind of bad, that's why.

Anyways, I obviously like it enough to share, so I am very proud of my work regardless.

That aside, I wanted to detail this story before sharing everything I did for it (I guess this'll be a short series about everything I drew for it).

A Fourth Dimension Reality is a series of books I'm writing about two inter-dimensional kids trying to find out what dimension they're actually apart of. Along the way, they meet other people who are integral to their goal. Each of these characters will be introduced as I go along.

Now, as for the real world logic, I wrote this story after me and that friend were talking about how some shows that are suppose to be comedy/satire lost that along the way.

So, I was determined to make a story where that stays intact even in the finale. Essentially, this is a long shit post that needs to be stopped, but it's still going well into five books with a unfinished total of 100k and seven books officially planned.

Each book ranges from 23k-30k and no book is any longer... yet

So, anyways, here's the actual cover of the first book (I have two more made).

Later on though I ended up drawing something goofy where all the characters find a dimension that does space tours. That was my excuse as to why they don't have shoes (because you don't want to get the dimension dirty do you?)

But this is everyone and presents their personalities pretty well. I'll showcase them separately over the next few days.

For now, this is perfect showcase of this story:

“So this means no one can hear me scream!” Cassie used all of her breath in that howl. Larson groaned and went to hit her, but she moved out of the way and spun slowly in the air. “I can dodge you better out here.” She mocked.

With a growl, Larson said, “this isn’t some kind of joke. We need to do what Jax said.”

“Yeah, yeah whatever.” She dismissed his comment. “We’ll get there eventually, let’s just have a little fun!”

Larson just stared at Cassie as she continued to spin around happily.

He was brought back to reality when he felt his phone vibrate. “Oh, I forgot,” he answered it swiftly, “you can hear me right?”

Back on Earth, Jax could clearly hear them through the phone. “I’m surprised that it even works! I really didn't think it would.” He said with amazement present in his voice.

“Yeah, doubt me, why don’t you.” Jax laughed at Larson’s remark. “But I’ll try a video call now.”

“Alright.”

Larson was about to press the button when he saw Cassie still spinning around in front of him; he sighed and turned on the video call. Once it came up, he saw a smile grow to Jax’s face.

“So it does work, great.” Jax paused. “Cassie!” He called out.

“Yeah?” She said while turning to look in their direction.

“The video call works.” Jax announced.

“Okay!” She began to slow her spinning down.

Cassie took out her own phone and called Jax once more. She put it on the video call and stuffed the phone inside of her bag. She zipped it closed and turned to Larson.

“Okay, I can see him, so that means we’re good! I’m screen recording so you guys can do whatever you have to.”

“You don’t have to tell me that,” Larson said.

Cassie huffed. “Stop being so mean. Anyways, we will Jax!” Cassie confirmed.

“Good luck you two!”

With their method of documentation set, they started putting their plan into action. Larson slowly moved over to Cassie.

“Stop acting like a kid and let’s get to work.” He snapped at her.

“You’re so boring. We’re in space dude! We can breathe without astronaut helmets, why not live a little, Lars?”

“Maybe on our next trip.” Larson went ahead and turned back once he was a small distance away from her.

From his jacket pocket, he pulled out the rope he brought. Needing to be as air resistant as possible, he couldn’t carry a bag with him, instead he just already tied the rope around himself and stuffed the other end into his jacket pocket. He pulled out the other end and threw it to Cassie for her to grab. Cassie caught it and was now being pulled by Larson.

Once she was in front of him, Cassie pulled him. Their motions created a way for them to move about in space with the most amount of ease. After a few minutes of their maneuvering, Cassie let out a sigh.

“See, this is all business,” Cassie said with a pout.

“Yeah, yeah. Looking like a bitch doesn’t help you.”

“At least you used the right word, but I wasn’t trying to give you puppy dog eyes.”

They remained pulling each other in a still silence. This was maintained until they could finally see Pluto. Cassie giggled as she stared at it.

“Oh it’s so cute!” She paused. “Do you really think anyone will be there?”

“I don’t know, but if we do find someone it would be better to stick together.”

“I wonder if it’s like a superman thing.” Cassie started to talk about something else. “Like we’re stronger because we were on Earth for so long.”

Larson scoffed. “If anything, being on earth made us weaker.”

“See, I don’t think like that,” Cassie began, “I really feel like we’re stronger because we’ve been exposed to different mindsets and then we’re going to learn this one. So by default, we’ll be smarter!”

“Always on the bright side huh?”

Cassie giggled.

Also, fun fact: I'm so bad at spelling I kept writing Dimension as Dimention and I still don't really know if I'm spelling it right😃

They kept pulling each other until they were caught into the gravitational pull of Pluto and were able to land...

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[thisgirlnamedblusy]

hi!! i have been eating up marilyn content and i love love your writings so i was wondering if i could request a teacher x student maybe?!

the girl is french, short, blonde and a siren!! she's very quiet but begins to open up to marilyn as being such a friendly teacher and they begin to have this fascination with eachother maybee,, she starts giving marilyn gifts for being so kind to her and lingering around her, basically as much affection that she can communicate,, if smut is okay, with marilyn growing attached and wanting more with her, more rough and then she is also teasing and playful?

sorry i'm so !! i have never requested anything before,, thank you for considering if you do!! <3

Yesss!!! I've read your add-on too :)!!! Here it is!!! I hope you like it, and sorry about the language mistakes

Nouvelle étudiante

Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill x Fem, Student, Siren! Reader

Warnings: Smut, all Marilyn’s usual kinks

Word count: 3,556

Summary: You’re new at Nevermore, and you feel strange there. Maybe one of your teachers can be so kind to fascinate you…

N/A: Requests are open!!! Sorry about the delays, I’m working hard on your requests. I love you all!!!

“Don't worry, here you can be one of us,” Bianca, your classmate, told you while you went to your second class of your first day.

You nodded head down. She was a mermaid like you, but that didn't make you feel any better. You were in Nevermore, in the United States, far away from home. Apparently the French coast is not the most suitable place for a siren.

After several boats ran aground on the cliffs, everyone became suspicious of you. Neither you nor your parents knew what to say to them. Although if they had been reasonable people, probably blaming the storm that hit the coast those days, would have been enough to them.

It was a very different place, too far from home, too far from everything you held dear. Apparently there the sirens were everywhere. Each one with its own story, and with a bit of pride. You never considered your condition an advantage, or a method to achieve any goal. Your grandmother took it upon herself to teach you the importance of being a siren, of doing good things and not using your song except to protect yourself from danger.

Language was not a problem for you at all, but still you barely spoke to anyone. You were too overwhelmed by the whole place and you were already quite shy. According to your new companion, that was not a very common trait in mermaids and she would "take care of changing it".

Your first class was as embarrassing as you imagined. You had to speak, to tell your life to those strangers, or at least try to. According to Bianca, your next class was botany. It wasn't something to dislike, plants were good for you, but just the idea of having to be the center of attention again gave you chills.

Entering the old building you swallowed hard. You were nervous, and there were still people who had not noticed your presence and were looking at you curiously. A hand on your shoulder distracted you from your fears. You turned abruptly.

“Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. You are (Y/N), right?”

It must be the teacher. You nodded, looking closely at that woman, who smiled innocently at you. It seemed nonsense to you, but somehow you saw something different in her. Something you were desperately looking for since you arrived at the academy, kindness.

“The cat got your tongue?” She joked in a nice way. Your cheeks flushed, looking around. Fortunately, it seemed that no one was paying attention to that conversation.

“Oui, I mean, yes, it's me,” You said, unable to avoid answering in your language. It seemed like an eternity had passed since you last spoke.

“Great, my name is Marilyn Thornhill, I'll be your botany teacher,” she said kindly, shaking your hand.

No teacher had the courtesy to greet you during the two days you were there. That gave you some hope.

“How was your first class?” She asked, waiting for the rest of students to take their seats.

You didn't answer, you just shrugged. You weren't going to tell her the terrible ridicule your teacher put you through.

“Well, take it easy. It may seem like it, but I don't bite,” she said winking at you. A chill ran through your body, without really knowing why. “And I'm not going to make you stand up in the middle of the class to tell your story. You see, I'm new here too and I know how embarrassing it can be.”

You felt great relief. No doubt that woman was good, understanding. Now the plants attracted you a little more, although you struggled to recognize that they really were the plants and not something else...

“Merci, madame,” you said, smiling for the first time in a long time. Marilyn smiled too.

“Well, go sit down, I'm glad to meet you,” she said, clapping her hands together.

You felt somehow disappointed by the brevity of that conversation, but you nodded and complied, sitting in the front row.

It was not a boring class. Marilyn tried very hard to get your attention. Not everyone liked plants, but her admiration went much further. She treated them delicately, as if they were something precious, unique.

The whole class was silent. It was your usual state, it wasn't something extraordinary, but Bianca insisted on talking to you, and you only responded with gestures, not wanting to miss a single word from the redhead.

When the bell rang, the “wonderful Barclay” nudged you.

“Hey, what's wrong with you?” She asked with a frown. You shook your head and rolled your innocent eyes. “I've been talking to you all the time, and you haven't answered me.”

“Um.. I don't like to talk in class,” you said awkwardly.

“You don't like to talk at all, from what I see. It's funny, my mother always said that there was a special connection between sirens...” She explained to you. You wanted to listen to her, you really did, but your eyes went to the back of the class, where Marilyn was picking up the stuff she had been teaching.

“Well, are you coming to the cafeteria? It's our free time.”

“I'm going later,” you said making a gesture with your hand. Bianca was taken aback by your reaction, but she came out of the conservatory muttering something that surely wasn't praise.

The redhead didn't realize you were there until you cleared your throat. As she did so, she looked up and smiled solemnly.

“(Y/N), how was the class? Is that interesting to you?” She asked, brushing off her hands.

“Oh, oui, yes,” you said nervously. “I never would have imagined that there was such a variety of plants.”

Marilyn laughed and shook her head.

“You don't have to be so nice, I know that to some of your classmates this class is just to take a nap,” she teased, leaning on her desk.

“I, I really like it,” you said, noticing how your cheeks turned red. Something had caught your eye, and you wished it wasn't one of your famous unattainable loves. You had been suffering all your life for noticing the least suitable person.

“Well, I'm glad to hear it,” the redhead said, without removing that friendly smile from her face.

“Can I… Can I help you?” You asked without thinking too much. Marilyn blinked rapidly, as if this kindness was something strange.

“Wow, nobody had ever offered to help me pick up all of this,” she said, surprised, but pleased. “If you want… Although I don't want you to waste your free time.”

“No, I don’t care. It's not like I had something better to do either...” You said sighing.

“Don't you get along with your classmates?” Marilyn asked, with a slightly maternal tone.

“I haven't had the chance to meet them. I'm just… I'm very shy,” you said embarrassed. You didn't mean her to pity you, but it was the truth. That was a totally new environment for you, and even under normal circumstances you were never a very sociable person.

She laughed softly.

“Don't worry, I understand you. I already told you that I am also new. I know how difficult changes are, and even more so if you've come so far.”

You were very appreciative of that understanding. No one in that place seemed to have it.

“At least you are like them. I don't,” the redhead sighed, handing you a small pot so that you could place it in its place.

“What do you mean?” You asked curiously.

“Haven't they told you? It surprises me. It's usually the first thing they say about me when someone new arrives. It's kind of a tradition, you know. “Well, did you know that Ms. Thornhill is a normie? Breaking news”

You didn't understand the meaning of that word and frowned.

“Excuse me, Normie?”

“Yeah, well, you know, people without... Special abilities, normal people,” she explained, a bit confused. “How do you call them in France?”

You shook your head, setting the small pot on a table in the corner.

“I Don't know. In my town was my family and then the rest of the people,” you commented.

“Oh,” she said nodding, quite interested.

“They have never done anything to us, but last month there was a storm and some ships sank. They couldn't blame the weather, so they blamed me. This is why I'm here.”

“What a pity, I'm sure it's been very hard for you,” she said, getting dangerously close and doing something that almost made you faint, gently caressing your cheek.

It was comforting but strange at the same time. It was an unexpected gesture. Even someone who had appeared there at the time might have found it inappropriate in some way.

“Well… No… It hasn't been so bad,” you stuttered, marking your French accent without meaning to. It always happened to you when you got nervous.

After two weeks, you stopped feeling out of place. You were more animated and you made friends. You still didn't talk usually, but at least you did and Bianca stopped picking on you and telling you how weird you were for being a siren. You even signed up for the choir. Your singing was not going to save you from any danger, you had a medallion that prevented its effects, but your voice was still heavenly, and being the only one who spoke French made you to earn some extra points.

There was something else that caused that change in your mood. Something totally unexpected.

Marilyn and you started talking after class. With her you felt safe in your first days. She was a kind, friendly teacher. With her you could talk about your problems, your insecurities, and even she seemed to trust you more, and tell you some of hers.

That was not supposed to happen. No one would deny a student the right to get along with a teacher. But the conversations you had were getting deeper and deeper.

Within a few days it was clear to you that you liked her, a lot. But you decided to shut up. There was no way the feeling was mutual. Still, you allowed yourself to have some details with her. Not because you were slowly falling in love with her. You used the excuse of thanking her for everything she had done for you. You didn't know how to show more affection than that gestures, a gift, two, three a day. Your visits to Jericho's flower shop became more and more frequent. They were always flowers, and she always loved them.

The meetings at night did not take long to appear. You weren't interested in the endless ‘girl talk’ at Bianca's room, or the clandestine parties being thrown in some kind of club or secret cult.

You were only interested on meeting her every night. You chatted, you laughed, your relationship had long since it transcended pure innocence.

One of those nights, without warning, she walked up to you, without saying a word. As if it were a dream, she placed her lips on yours, with a delicacy that seemed to stop time. You didn't understand anything, you only thought you were dreaming, that your senses betrayed you. Nothing of that. It was real, it was happening and you couldn't believe it.

It was something that seemed far away, unattainable. But it was happening. There was no regret, no words of forgiveness or nervousness. She was sure of what she was doing, and so are you.

The explanations never came, you didn't want to know them either. It was nicer to think what her motivations could be. Maybe she fell in love with you at first sight, maybe your French accent captivated her, maybe your amulet broke and you were accidentally manipulating her. No, it wasn't that. You were just two lost souls who had felt rejected by society. Each one with their own problems and their own demons.

It was not right, it was forbidden. The mere fact of kissing you was reason enough for her to be fired from Nevermore, for her to be rejected once again. Just imagining it gave you nightmares. She couldn't leave, she had to stay with you. You would run no better luck. Your parents would probably be called and your little jaunt to America would be over. You were of legal age, there was no crime in what you did, but society would surely be not able to understand it due to its rigid moral and ethical values.

That afternoon you had done your usual routine. You bought a small pot for her, with a flower of magnificent colors. Unfortunately for you, Marilyn wasn't in the conservatory. You huffed in disappointment, but you left that little gift on her desk.

At night things changed. A message from your lover arrived on your phone and you had to skillfully juggle so that your companions did not read it. “I wait for you, same place as always, (Y/N)”

Could it be her mean at the cafeteria? No, it was night and it was closed, in her room? No, too risky. Whenever she sent you a message it was to let you know of any change on your plans. You had to bite your nails not to ask more. Little by little you were gaining confidence, but you didn't want to seem pushy or overly enthusiastic.

Your mind worked for several seconds, and finally came to the conclusion that "same place as always" was none other than the conservatory.

You quietly walked through the corridors of the school, almost completely empty. You always had to walk with a thousand eyes.

A dim light shone on the old glass-enclosed building. It was obvious that she was there, and that she must have already found the flower.

You timidly opened the door. Marilyn was there, admiring your gift. Your cheeks blushed when you saw how that flower looked.

“Oh, (Y/N), it's beautiful. You always manage to surprise me,” she told you as soon as she saw you, approaching to give you a soft and tender kiss.

“It doesn't matter… I like doing it,” you said, turning your ankle on the ground in a childish way. She grabbed your waist and pulled you into a tight hug.

“You're so good…” The redhead whispered, brushing a blond lock away from your face. “Where have you been all my life?”

“Apparently in the wrong continent…” You said, in a slightly more cheeky tone than usual.

Just with her soft grip on your body she could make you so hot that your good and introverted character changed radically. And you didn't do it accidentally, you had a good reason.

“Luckily you're here now…” She told you, with that innocent voice.

You were with other things on your mind. You didn't need her tenderness at that moment, you needed her other side. Her wild and a little darker side. Saying nothing, you moved out of her embrace and walked around her desk, playing with the papers on it.

“What are you doing?” Marilyn asked, looking at you curiously.

“Nothing… Just playing with your papers,” you said suggestively, throwing several of them to the ground. You expected her to take the hint, but she didn't, she just widened her eyes.

“(Y/N)? It doesn't look like you,” she said, bending down to pick up those papers.

You rolled your eyes and sighed. It was very difficult to activate her. Without thinking twice, you put your leg on the table, caressing it gently.

“I think it has given me a leg ache, can you give me a massage?” You asked with dark eyes. She got up with a frown. You must have been making a terrible fool of yourself, but her gaze darkened.

“No, (Y/N),” she said sternly, lowering your leg off the desk. “I didn't expect you to be so rude.”

“Then you should do something about it, right?” You asked ironically. She bit her lip and approached you in a threatening manner, grabbing your chin.

“What I should do with you, huh? I don't think a simple punishment will be enough,” she told you, without relaxing her grip on you. You raised your head smiling to yourself.

Those little games you used to have usually took place on her bedroom. That night there was something in the atmosphere that made you want it right there and then.

“I don't know,” you said defiantly, reaching out a hand to her chest. The redhead jerked it away.

“Poor silly girl…” She hissed. “Are you sure you want to make mommy angry, honey?”

“I'm not afraid of you,” you said jokingly, earning yourself a slap on the cheek.

“You will be afraid, (Y/N). I liked the shy girl you were before… You were so embarrassing… Look at you now, begging for some attention.”

“You know that you don’t like it. You like to tame me…” You said through your teeth.

“You are very cheeky, (Y/N),” she told you, finally releasing you from her grip. “Deep down you just play tough, but you're just a doll. A rag doll that mommy can do whatever she wants with.”

“I don't know what you're talking about.” You kept pressing the situation, now with almost total freedom.

The passionate kisses came right after. You were good, innocent, or almost. But in those moments you were invaded by a sensation and a need to be dominated, to have her above you, dominating your spirit. Without giving you time to breathe, Marilyn grabbed your legs and hauled you up onto the table, running her hand up the inside of your uniform skirt.

“I think you need some lessons, (Y/N). You have to learn to be a good girl for mommy...” She whispered to you, while she removed your underwear, without taking off your skirt.

Her breathing was rapid and irregular. She liked that game and she was the one who taught you how much fun it could be, even though it may seem a bit strange.

“What are you waiting for? I'm bored,” you said sighing, causing her nails to dig into your inner thigh, causing you an indiscreet moan.

“My rebellious girl... Don't worry... Mommy is here and she's going to help you to behave...” She said, gently rubbing the place where her nails dug in.

“I'm lost without you, mommy,” you said with a provocatively high voice and looking at your lover piteously.

“I know, sweetheart…” Marilyn replied, giving you a disturbingly tender hug. “Now spread those beautiful legs, honey.”

You nodded biting your lip and obeyed. She gasped and led her hand to your crotch. It was evident that you wanted her very much at that moment, and your body was involuntarily showing it.

“You're so wet, (Y/N), tell me, does misbehaving turn you on? Does it turn you on to make mommy angry?” She asked in a childish tone.

You didn't answer, you just closed your eyes letting yourself be carried away by the pleasure that her touch was giving you. That feeling stopped, and turned into a strong hair pulling.

“Speak, little doll. Say it turns you on, or mommy won't fuck you...” She threatened, her eyes completely covered with lust and desire.

“Oui... J'aime... Me, I like to misbehave... Mommy...” You stammered.

A wicked smile appeared on her face as she let go of your hair and slipped her fingers into your slippery wetness.

Her rhythm was not affectionate, nor calm. It was wild, full of desire and a desire for domination. It wasn't a gift, it was a punishment.

“Look how well behaved are you now, honey…” She said, increasing her speed.

You writhed on the table and threw your head back, enjoying to the fullest that sex that was so different, so forbidden...

“I'm going… I'm going to…” You murmured between moans, unable to resist the intensity of her rhythm. Only Marilyn had achieved something like this in your entire life.

“That's it, my girl… Let yourself go. Show mommy how good you can be...”

She didn't give you time to think of an answer. Soon your muscles tensed and your entire body went rigid, bursting with pleasure.

You were trying to catch your breath, but of course the redhead wasn't going to make it so easy for you.

“On your knees, my little doll... Now you're going to thank mommy for everything she does for you,” she said, pulling down her own underwear.

You were too weak from the previous burst of pleasure, and Marilyn took advantage of that situation to move you just the way she liked, as if you were a simple rag doll.

“That's it, baby… Give mommy all your love…” She gasped when you started to work under her dress.

It didn't take long for her to break free as well, gripping your head tightly, preventing you from pulling away from her.

When you both caught your breath, Marilyn offered you her hand to help you to your feet. She was a perverted sex monster, but as soon as you finished, she was back to her old Marilyn. Good, kind and affectionate.

“I didn't expect this to happen,” she told you, kissing your cheek.

“I did not expect to find someone like you in my life.”

[bluebooks1]

I tried to connect all Neil Patrick Harris characters to make it like one life. And his sidekick/wingman for each. Spoilers for Doogie Howser, Dr Horrible's sing along blog, HIMYM, A Series of Unfortunate Events and Uncoupled.

My NPHU (like MCU).

He starts as Doogie Howser when he gets his medical degree and his friend Vinnie. After a while, he gets bored of being a doctor since he has been doing it since he was young. His friend is a shorter brown haired guy who wants girls. Eventually, when Doogie gets bored of being a normal doctor, he becomes Billy, Dr Horrible. Vinnie also moves on with him and becomes Moist (who is another shorter dark haired guy who is Dr Horrible's sidekick). When Billy loses Penny, even though he gets into the Evil League of Evil, he is unable to handle it. I think in HIMYM, when Barney tells his story of how he became how he is with the suits and Shannon, it is partially true. I think the guy did tell him about the suits and cause him to be like that but it wasn't Shannon, it was Penny's death that made him like that to begin with. So, when he "meets" Ted, and says "I'm going to teach you how to live", really it's just Moist who came with him from being Dr Horrible. And he attempts to teach Ted/Moist/Vinnie what he just learned to become Barney Stinson. In How I Met Your Mother, he is originally against the idea of marriage and everything because he lost Penny but when he falls in love with Robin, he changes obviously as the show portrays. However, when he loses Robin due to the divorce, he becomes evil again. He becomes Count Olaf. He uses his money from PLEASE to become Count Olaf. However. He no longer has a sidekick/wingman because his dark haired friend achieved his long term goal and got married and had kids. Since this happened, Ted didn't move on with him so Count Olaf was alone. At the end, Count Olaf loses his again love Kit and fakes his own death. (It was too sad, I refuse to believe he died.) He then moves on from being Count Olaf to Michael Lawson but after losing so many women to death and divorce, he gives up. He realises he is actually bisexual/gay and marries Colin. And then Colin leaves him. It's very sad for him. He tries to make new friends to replace Vinnie/Moist/Ted but then Stanley gets cancer.

Bonus information:

When Barney had his meeting to be crowned Player King of New York City with all the other people. I believe this is inspired by the Evil League of Evil with him trying to create his own.

Done

This is as far as I've got. This is using main things that I have seen NPH in. There are many many plot holes to this and I don't fully remember all of the shows but I still tried my best. I enjoyed this more than I should have and if anyone can be bothered to read this and understands it all, I'd love to talk to someone about it since my friends and family do not care and have not seen it all. Also, if anyone has anything else to add, please do. I do not know if this makes any sense but I cannot be bothered to go back and check, feel free to correct me.

[jaynovz]

for the fanfic ask game: what work of yours do you feel is the most underappreciated/do you wish got more attention? could we have a small sample of a bit you like?

Okay I thought about this for a long time, cuz I WANTED to say the FlintMadi series or maybe hanahaki or petplay ot4. honorable mentions lol.

But I think the True answer is the John Silver backstory aka a stained glass variation of the truth.

I knew when writing it that like maybe a handful of ppl were EVER gonna engage with this for multiple stacking reasons: the dark subject matter, the underage archive warning, the huge amount of OCs, the Silver/OMC. Lotta death knells for readership lol

but guys I'm SO fucking proud of it and I've read basically every other Silver backstory and mine sort of stands alone in being the most extensive and focused example, by which I mean it doesn't venture into canon events, it tells its own story and is a true prequel (perhaps another death knell lmao) but yeah I'm just really proudddddddddddddd of that okay, I did SO MUCH historical research and historical WRITING isn't my strong suit but I killed it

oh also just to like, clarify, I subscribe to the "all and none" Silver backstory mindset. Meaning that, anything we can dream up could be correct and also there's no answer, these facts exist in my mind simultaneously. What they did in the show, leaving it up to the viewer, leaving it implicit? Yeah that was some fucking MASTERCRAFT and I don't mean to say that one *needs* a Silver backstory per se.

So yeah me writing it wasn't some be-all-end-all statement, but it Was an intensive character study exercise for why I thought he might turn out the way he did.

Anyway, I do not expect this answer to get literally anyone who hasn't already read it to check it out but there it is! thank you for asking <3

and yes here's your excerpt--

The voice John knew well raged inside--venomous, accusing.

Weak. He had to rescue you because you are weak. And now he’s dead. Just like everyone else.

Belatedly, John realized Solomon had been his friend. He had cared about John beyond his usefulness or their alliance. For as skilled as he was at reading people, sussing out their wants, their needs, their tells like the hidden flesh in a mollusc… John had utterly misread Solomon. In the moment, it had seemed so clear-cut, but in retrospect...

He remembered months spent joking warmly, sharing the toil, taking meals together, playing cards, privately mocking the worst of the crew, and telling lie after extravagant lie to one-up each other. They’d been set apart from the other boys, both too clever by half, opportunists who understood each other almost too well. Solomon was always teaching John--how to scale the rigging, the nautical knots, the best hiding places on a ship. He remembered the easy affection the older boy had expressed and the wedge it had driven between them, that John had put there. The recollection pained him and he slapped the side of the ship in anger. As usual, John was too late to recognize and appreciate anything good.

No. A rational voice pushed back. Solomon was a fool.

A mistake. It was a mistake to care about him, it was a mistake to care about anyone but yourself. Solomon had cared about John and what had been his reward? To die, to be forgotten, to be filled up with water and subsumed into the abyss.

In the end, boys like John, like Solomon, mattered to no one. Not to the crew of this ship, nor to the ferocious, unknowable sea, nor to the machinations and fates of the larger world. Boys like them had to make their own safety--carve a spot for themselves by whatever means necessary, be it force or duplicity. He'd learned, many times over, that caring too much for the well-being of other people was wholly incompatible with this goal.

I won't make their mistakes.

The next day it was business as usual for the crew of the Bridgewater; the storm had calmed and they weighed anchor. The drunken man who'd attacked John went unpunished. Indeed the entire event went unremarked upon, as none of the other crew asked after the missing cabin boy.

John had a surreal sense of deja vu; again, it was as if it hadn’t happened at all.

And isn’t that easier? To let it fade into irrelevance?

The other boys eyed the empty spot next to John, but said nothing. They were meek shadows, poor beaten things, colorless compared to all that had been his friend. Numbly, he completed his daily chores, all too aware of the heaviness of the workload. That which used to be split, yoked over two sets of shoulders to lessen the burden, was now his responsibility alone.

Tom. Scrap. Ollie. Lizzie. Mary.

Solomon.

Despite his best efforts, it was yet another name he would try and fail to forget.