#HE HAS SO MANY ISSUES. AND HE DOESNT EVEN KNOW ABOUT HALF OF THEM

[prophecyofgray]

dib your problems...

[fucking-brains-out]

DC X DP Idea

So one of my favorite prompts is when Danny or Ellie has to be incubated bc of GIW/Fentons shenagigans, the person that does that it normally is Tim or another member of the Batfam, but hear me out-

What if it was Kon who did it?

It makes sense for him to do it, since half alien anotomy (what if the Kryptoinains could carry bbs too? doesnt matther the gender of the kryptoinain) so Kon ends up carrying Danny (and Ellie if you want) for whatever reason, it could be that when Tim wanted bring Bruce back from the Timeline he made a truce (is it called a truce??) with CW that he had to carry Danny core to reform but Kon when he gets back from time travel shenagigans found out about it and convincs CW that he could carry Danny CW accepts since Kryptoin biology is similar to a ghost biology (also bc he wants to see how this goes) when Tim gets back he panicks since he didnt agree that Kon is the one who suffers te conseuqencios of his actions but its to late, Kon is now carring Danny Kon and Tim dont know what to do, the JL and their families dont know abt them having truces with an unknowk identity so they decide to make everyone think that Tim got Kon pregnant (since carrying Danny is similar to carrying a baby but more freaky)

At first they didnt tell anyone not even Cassie and Bart- since this was their mess, but since a core of a ghost is similar of kryptonite radiation (just the first weeks later on it doesnt have it) and makes Kon very sick and weak Tim tries to make him feel better but baby Danny is just being a little shit (not really its CW fault in not telling them that a core is similar to kryptonite) Jon is the one who first notice that Kon is not well and tries to help him (even if he doesnt know what is wrong) but Kon reasuress him he is ok (he isnt-) and Jon notices that Tim is the only one who seems to know whats wrong

So he convinces Damian to know the bottom of this, and Damian since he wants to know why Tim is so stressed (that is not Bat realted) also wants to know, so the supersons duo follows them and spy on them Meanwhile while oblivius of the two of them being spied on, Tim tells Kon they cant hide this anymore, that this (refers to Danny) is making him sick, more than an normal person, that maybe Clark knows how to help but Kon doesnt want to (bc insecurities, Clark is not an asshole to Kon anymore but you know ✨trauma✨ and ✨parental issues✨) and he cries that he doesnt want Danny to be hated like him bc he is having him (Kon is having many mood swings thanks to Danny) Tim tries to calm him down while Jon adn Damian are in shock since apparently Kon is pregnant?! and having health issues with the baby (oh no) doesnt want to tell anyone bc of their past relationship with Clark (Oh, noo) Tim is the baby daddy apparently? (Damian is having a crisis)

Jon and Damian tell their dads (for various reasons) Jon tells Clark bc he is worried adt Kon and Damian, well Damian just tells Bruce that "Drake knocked up the Oldest Superboy" Clark and Bruce have varius reactions of this

Anyone who wants to put their own contribution go ahead i dont really have any ideas xd

[writteninlunarlight-years]

Sorry this request might be a little weird; Im gonna try and word it best I can. Can you do something with Alastor and the reader, who very slowly and maybe unintentionally became friends; where Alastor confesses his feelings and how much he cares for the reader... But the reader doesnt take him seriously? The reader basically doesnt think he is actually interested in dating them. The reader thinks its a joke, he is just trying to use them, or otherwise just trying to get something out of them. Not in like a distrustful way either. The reader has the attitude of 'oh yeah. The great radio demon who has girls falling at his feet and can get ANYONE he wants is interested in me? Right, good one.' Like its a self-esteem/self-worth thing stopping them from believing him. Oh and this is for Hazbin Hotel obviously, but just in case I had to say it.

Please Please Please~

(This honestly was me projecting because this is me anytime someone shows interest in me. I have horrible self-esteem issues lol)

When you woke in hell, you thought nothing of it, really. You did some good, and you sure did some bad, so maybe this was exactly where you were always supposed to be. You had no anger or frustration about your placement because you simply couldn’t care enough. Heaven or hell, you probably would still be fighting for something. If anything, you hoped you would just fall asleep in death, but where would the fun in that be?

Upon your arrival, a few things became quite clear: 1. It was a dog-eat-dog world here in hell, so be prepared for anything. 2. The more souls you own, the more powerful you are, so start making some friends to make just as many enemies. 3. You will always be less powerful and popular than the TV head and the Radio Demon.

The only downside is you never got to meet this Radio Demon. He had been missing for seven years, according to the streets, and long gone, but still, he was the talk of countless women and men, especially Vox. This wasn’t a surprise, though; how people explained his rise to power was even more impressive and unique to you. He would one day be a formidable foe if you crossed him, or would he? The last extermination was killer. Half your souls had been killed off, and you were left a lot weaker from an injury caused by angelic steel. A slash was going straight across your back from a poorly-timed dodge. You weren’t bad at fighting; you weren't good at it either. Usually, during exterminations, you would hide at the Vee’s tower or another notable place. However, unsurprisingly, you were kicked out after your loud denial of working with the Vees. 

Seeking refuge at the next best place, you stumbled upon the Hazbin Hotel. Delirious and in pain, it was indeed just a stumble into the lobby. Upon entering, you saw an excited and concerned blonde chick, someone with a spear, and then all that was left was just red—beautiful crimson red. 

Some days had to have passed; you only know this because your wounds were wrapped up, and the calendar in the room you were placed in had days since the extermination marked off. Five days you spent asleep resting and recouping. Though your body was mainly healed, the scar you saw on your back when you stood was anything but attractive. Sighing, you sat on the cold bathroom floor.

You were never much of a beauty in your mind. You were just simply good enough. Sometimes, you could seduce a soul into your clutches, win a soul gambling, and sometimes gain one from fighting—a jack of all trades, master of none. Yet now, your value has significantly decreased with a giant scare running across the expanse of your back. Sighing, you stood once more and decided you would figure out where the hell you were and who was stupidly kind enough to help you.

With your top half fully bandaged, you didn’t think about putting on a shirt. The idea of anything rubbing on your wound annoyed you greatly. So, being mindful of potential others, you walked around carefully, ensuring your bandages were tight. Looking around, it was a reasonably average hotel. Nothing was too crazy about it; it just had some eerie decor at the most.

Rounding the last corner, you found stairs that opened up to the lobby, and dear lord, above did you wish you stayed in your room. A loud, cheerful presence came bombarding you, shouting a hundred questions about your health, your name, and what happened. You almost wanted to retreat into the shadows at how brightly she shone when you agreed to stay at her hotel and take a shot at redemption.

You met the residents quickly after that. It's not like you had much of a choice anyway. Surprisingly, the one you clicked with the most was the famed Alastor, the Radio Demon. How you two clicked was beyond everyone, besides the fact you were cunning and a silver tongue speaker like the man himself. Maybe that is why he found you amusing and watched you work your magic on lulling Husk even into a secure enough place to talk to you.

His lack of asking for your soul surprised you more than anything. Though you knew Charlie had her rules in the hotel, that didn’t dissuade the Deer from making his own choices. You commended him for his poise and regality; you understood why he was the talk of the town even when Vox was trying so hard to be the new it boy. Alastor was handsome in a nonconventional way; he was refined, elegant, and poised. He treated women like a gentlemen and men like they were just one step below him. 

You wouldn’t lie to yourself and say you weren't enamored; you liked him a lot from just the first handful of conversations. However, one late night really sealed the nail in your coffin of love for the affamed Overlord. You two were sitting on the lobby chair, the long-forgotten bar, and a nursed bottle of Whiskey between you two. Each new glass only brought you two closer, having a lot of similarities. 

You also killed upon your time on earth as a means to protect the ones you cared about and end those who acted foolishly like them. You also died an untimely death at the hands of something out of your control. You were both quick-witted and capable of compelling those around you with your voice and words. The only significant difference was he was an Overlord, a beautiful, attractive overlord. At the same time, you were just a sinner with a few damned souls that saw potential in you.

After that night, you and Alastor grew a lot closer. You would even dare to call him your best friend, knowing that nothing more would ever come of your two relationship past that. Not only was Alastor continuously turning women and men down left and right, but Angel was convinced the man didn’t know what romance or sex was. You couldn’t help but agree with him as every beautiful person who crossed his path was quickly shooed away or disposed of. 

As the Adam-led extermination approached, you noticed Alastor took a particular interest in your training. You were opting for him to train you and approve your placement on the battlefield. Your heart soared at his kindness, but you didn’t want to get your hopes up. He didn’t want to lose a like-minded friend, which was all this was. As you all prepared for the event, his sudden and lingering hug was just him being worried about a friend.

You would do and say anything to convince yourself he just saw you as a friend, even as he scolded you for your injuries after the battle. He just cared a lot about his best friend. You were nothing comparative in power and prestige as Alastor was, so he would never see you as more. This was all just a fond kindness he used with Niffty, Roise, and Mimzy. You wouldn’t allow yourself to be a fool and believe anything more would happen. 

As your affection grew for the Radio Demon, so did your self-doubt and negative self-esteem. You didn’t want to embarrass yourself like Mimzy, pining after a demon that would never love you. Your nights at the bar became more and more apparent enough that Husk took to talking to you and trying to help you out. This didn’t go unnoticed by the boss of said man. No, instead, jealousy was brewing inside of him, watching you grow closer to the cat demon. Jealousy that was soon to reach a head.

Alastor was utterly infatuated with you. You were a perfect mix of normalcy and insanity, something he admired dearly. You were not overbearing or clingy like Mimzy, not psychotic and wild like Niffty, and not motherly and borderline insane like Rosie. No, you were a perfect combination of what he loved in all his dear friends. That’s all you were right, a dear friend. It didn’t help that you stopped spending time with him and hanging around Husk; he grew irate. 

He needed help and fast; who better to turn to than his motherly companion, Rosie? Wanting to get you out of Husk's grasp, though he invited you along on the trip. It was pleasant. You wrapped around his arm as he led you through the streets, up until cannibal town people cowering at your feet. Once in cannibal town, though, the women came flocking. He was used to this, declining, pushing people away, and even allowing his shadows a meal or two. However, the frown on your face was the least of his expectations. He hadn’t long to question it before you two arrived at Rosie’s Emporium. 

As you two entered, you were immediately enamored with all of the goods Rosie had sold. Once quick introductions were out of the way, Alastor approached the side table to speak with his friend while you looked around more. His worries and fears were confirmed, though; he was, in fact, in love with you. Alastor wasn’t one to skimp on charm; he was a gentleman who would court you properly. 

After your visit to Rosies, you noticed a new change in Alastor. He was quite literally everywhere you were. You couldn’t get far without him complimenting you, giving you a gift, or asking you to accompany him on errands. You figured that your time secluding and hanging out with Husk might have made him think you didn’t want to be friends anymore. So, with a smile, you welcomed this change and stuck through it. Why not accept his doting behavior before he finally broke your heart and said he didn’t like dating or got a partner? 

This went on for months. The lingering touches, longer hugs, late-night talks, gifts galore, and, most importantly, him letting his guard down around you made you feel special. According to Husk, he hasn't done this with any of his other close friends. This made you almost hope that there was something more. Alastor had countless options, though, so of course, he would never choose you. Why would you allow him to embarrass you like that? 

After six months of pursuing you, Alastor believed he had amply courted you. He had enlisted the help of Charlie and Vaggie to set up the lobby so he could ask you to be his officially. The room was perfect: low lighting, candles, your favorite flowers, and food placed out. All that was missing was you there on his arm. He knew it was perfect for you, everything to your heart's desire. 

You were in shock as you entered the lobby after an impromptu errand Charlie needed to be done. You couldn’t even begin to understand what was going on. As you walked in, you saw Alastor sitting at the table before you, a large smile on his face. You looked at him quizically. “Uh, Al, what is all this?” He looked around awkwardly—that was the first time you saw that expression. “Well, Y/N, what does it look like? Of course, it's a date for us, in the hotel's safety.” You scrunched up your eyebrows, trying to process his words. “A date?” He seemed to be growing more tense by the moment; he expected you to be happy and excited, and you seemed to like his courting so much. “Yes, dear, we have been courting for some time now, which leads me to believe you were ready for a date. Was I mistaken?” You were taken aback. Are you courting? When did that happen? You looked at Alastor, trying to piece together the puzzles. Could he have liked you all this time? No, there is no way; he had so many options, so many better, less disfigured options. “Al, are you waiting for a different girl? Is this some like practice run for a person you want to date? You shouldn’t play with me like this. It’s not nice.” Alastor looked genuinely upset, only momentarily before his signature smile returned. “No, Y/N. This is for you. I have been courting you. Did you not realize my advances towards you? I have been avidly seeking you and you alone out.” You started to tear up. You wanted to believe him; you did, but it was hard. You weren’t the best; you weren’t the strongest. You had nothing going for you than surviving hell each day. “What, no? What do you mean? You can’t mean me. I am nothing, Alastor. I am nothing; I would just be embarrassing you. You are a powerful Overlord—a handsome, sought-after man. I am nothing. I am just here a sinner designed to fight through hell, that is all.” Alastor began to realize what you were getting at. You didn’t see yourself as being good enough for him. He never learned the toll you put yourself through watching person after person fall to his feet. You were watching him turn them all away and go about his day. You thought he was going to do the same to you. You thought you would never be good enough for him when you have always been what he wanted all along. 

“Oh, Y/N, no.” He rushed over to you, holding you close. Even as you fought to push him away, he stayed holding you close until you calmed. “Y/N, it has always been you. Yes, I am rough around the edges and have high expectations, but you meet them, Y/N. Can you not see how close and compatible we are since the day you moved in?” You stilled and listened. Could it be true that he liked you too this whole time? What if this was some sick prank to torture you? You looked up at Alastor, a genuine smile replacing his normal, calculated one. “Alastor, if I agree with this, you won't hurt me, right?” He sighed and held you close. “I can’t promise not to hurt you; I am an overlord and a selfish creature. However, I promise never to lie, cheat, or steal from you. I choose to love you and you alone, Y/N.” You smiled brightly and reached up, kissing his lips softly. His arms snaked around your waist as he deepened the kiss, and both of you closed your eyes. You could easily get used to being the top overlord's girl. 

Just please, please, please let him prove you wrong…

[syxoki]

my mouthwashing characters headcanons :3

Daisuke ><

Japanese from his mom and filipino + mexican from his dad

Grew up in japan until he was three, before moving to hawaii. Speaks japanese, english and a tiny tiny bit of spanish.

If im not wrong, hes rather rich, so he never really had money problems before.

Only child, even if he sometimes wished he wanst.

HE HAS A TONGUE PIERCING.

He often have tension with his mom, since shes rather strict, and often wants him to follow the path she trace for him.

Is a mitski fan and have gone to two of her concerts

Still secretly have plushies from when he was little

Was kinda a smart kid at school

Has a biggg collection of yaoi and yuri (that he hide from his mom)

HES SO GYARUO CODED

Tried playing re2 remake, stopped when mr x started going at him bc it was stressing him out

Definitely watched alien stage and cried his eyes out

Smells like soft citrus and a tiny bit of weed

says random brainrot quotes during the day (hes just like me fr)

Pansexual, fight me

Anya <3

Slavic/russian (she also give off french vibes but idk) but lived in london before going to work on the ship.

Lesbian, but before moving out of her parents house she had to hide it from them bc they were really conservative and religious, even if she discovered she was gay at like 12

Loves those old movies from the 70s or with a same vibe like girl, interrupted or movies with shelley duvall.

She lovesss dazey and the scouts

Did ballet when she was little

Knows how to play piano and violin

Have a black cat name midi 🙏🏻🙏🏻

Likes horror in general but get scared

Has insomnia

She have *hematophobia (just like me fr🗣️🗣️)

(*fear of blood,wounds or very gore things)

Smells like rubbing alcohol and lavender.

Curly (big tits)

British and german

He gives off very very heterocurious vibes.

Gymbro i fear.

Smells like vanilla.

Freaking huge, like, everywhere.

Knows jimmy since their last year of highschool. Gone to the same college as him and all.

Is such an enabler of rape and all that shit OH MY FREAKING GOD. I think that even if he respect women, he still have those Misogynistic stereotypes in his brain. People need to get that hes not the good guy in mouthwashing. (i still love him tho)

like jazz

Have a phobia of snakes..

Has a dad bod ngghhh..

Has kind of a big family (2 sisters and 3 brothers.)

Is such a people pleaser omfg.

Jimbalaya...

American, and a lil bit of turkish origins (from his dad)

(Tw for this one : sa, incest,pedophilia, child abuse) I hc that younger his dad sa'ed him. His life was a terrible hell before having the legal age (and even after) to get out of his family. He got abused in so many ways bruh. (doesnt make any of his actions anymore valid ofc)

Also got several girls pregnant before anya, he guess most of them aborted, but he never bothered or cared to check if he got a kid or not..

Had a BIG nirvana phase in his teenage years. Also hate those people who wears those preppy nirvana shirts.

Smells like cigarettes and cheap cologne

doesnt really gaf about his hygiene most of the time

Attempted several times, curly was the one stopping him most of the time.

Type of guy to say "OF detected, opinion rejected" on a random girl page then get an Subscription to the said girl OF 10min later..

Was half joking about the cartoon horses thing..☹️

fucking hate kids

Has a little sister tho, which is, surprisingly, surely one of the only thing he genuinely care about, always was worried for her when he left the family home and has to leave her alone with their parents.

Is kinda homophobic asf but fetishize lesbians (my nightmare).

Has SEVERE religious traumas and mommy issues.

Swansea (Hold on Swansea, im 𝓒𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓶𝔂 𝓮𝔂𝓮𝓼)

American and australian

Have 3 kids, two daughters and one son, also love his wife so freaking much

Play candy crush and those shitty random mobile games

Smells like a hint of metal and axe deodorant

Dog person

Is such an old man, daisuke always have to explain to him what to do when it comes to things like smartphones,internet,pcs 😭

Was in the football team of his highschool younger

Is so loud in the bathroom at like 6am for no freaking reasons omfg, average dad experiences

Use "👍🏻" for Everything

thats all i have for him im sorry 😔

[rewritingcanon]

what do u think of the portrayal of harry and ginny in the cursed child (i feel like it's so out of character, especially for harry) also that he works at the ministry and that ginny gave up her quidditch career (same goes for harry)

alright ive had this in my inbox for so long because i wanted to do this ask justice so i really hope that anon is still around to read this. in saying that harry was ‘out of character’ in hpcc, i assume you’re talking about how he was a bad/flawed father, as MANY fans have argued the same. so i will address that first and then i will talk about ginny and hinny’s careers.

disclaimer: when i say “you” im not talking specifically about anon but about fandom.

harry potter vs fatherhood

harry’s whole life resolved around being the chosen one and the prophesied saviour of the wizarding world. it was either being The Hero or being the unwanted, abused and scorned freak living with the dursleys. when thats your home life, then you tend to cling on to anything that is an escape from that— and in harry’s experience that was hogwarts.

if you really think about it, hogwarts was very nasty to harry as well. he was always getting picked on or bullied or in some life threatening danger that he got blamed for half of the time— but because it was better than living with the dursleys, his mind idolised it as a safe haven.

harry also reflects this idolising behaviour onto parental figures, especially paternal figures. he doesnt actually know his parents, only has an ideal of them in his head that was constructed as a coping mechanism to the abuse and neglect he went through at home. he projects The Perfect Father onto every one of his paternal figures (i think the only exception to this is arthur but i mayyy be wrong)— sirius and dumbledore are the biggest ones that come to mind, even though sirius only knew him for two years, and dumbledore would manipulate and use harry for the betterment of the world, which is unlike a parent who would put their child’s needs first (harry did not recognise these issues at length at the time as he was used to the idea of self sacrifice and probs understood that it came with the territory of being The Hero). harry even projected his father onto himself in PoA and nearly died from it.

in saying this, its reasonable to argue that there’s a disconnect with harry and the idea of what a good father actually is. this is challenged in the books itself (with SWM, harry seeing that james was not the Perfect Man he built up in his head), but this is challenged the most in the cursed child.

throughout the play, harry acts as the personified ideal he grew up with. easygoing, confident, wise— when in reality he is the opposite of those attributes and albus can see right through it (ginny says this to harry in the play, i would find the line but alas, im on the train rn). hes not easygoing or confident— he’s fearful that he doesn’t know what hes doing or how to be a father, and hes scared not knowing makes him a bad father. hes acted out in fear multiple times— the biggest moment is when he bans albus from seeing scorpius to keep him ‘safe.’ he has constant nightmares about his trauma as a child when living with the dursleys and not having the stability or love he craved. his ‘wise’ advice is not applicable to his children because he is harry potter, The Hero, and they are just normal kids. this is why albus and harry get on each others nerves so badly— because they are constantly stomping on each others sore spots by accident. albus doesn’t appreciate the facade that harry tries to uphold, and harry doesn’t understand why— because he’s projecting that ideal onto all of his kids, and if it works for james and lily (presumably), why doesn’t it work for albus? harry would’ve done anything for a father figure like himself!! there must be something wrong with albus!! (🙄)

now The Blanket SceneTM is very controversial and pissed off a lot of longtime fans into denouncing the entire play as canon. ive talked about it at length and since theres more to discuss in this post, i will shorten it down as best i can for you:

as a way of bonding, harry tries to give his precious blanket to albus. he believes albus may be more like him and may be able to understand the sacredness of the present unlike his siblings.

unknowingly, harry is still projecting his ideals onto albus. the blanket is only so extremely precious to him because it represents his parents, who he still views in an idolised light. therefore the blanket is the ideal.

albus scorns this ideal so he scorns the gift. however, because hes a confused and possibly depressed fourteen year old, he doesn’t communicate the rejection of this in a healthy way and basically insults the blanket by calling it old and mouldy and comparing it to james and lily’s presents, which outwardly could make him seem like a brat.

by attacking the blanket, he attacks harry’s parents and the ideal. and harry is very sensitive about this

albus then accidentally triggers very central fears surrounding being an orphan and being a father when he says “i wish you werent my dad”

harrys first thought is that albus wants him dead. at this point, hes stopped listening to albus trying to explain himself as he’s already triggered, so he’s acting in complete defence when he responds “sometimes i wish you werent my son”

this was said with the intention to hurt albus, it was a mindless act with one goal. saying this is out of character for harry is ridiculous, because he’s done the exact same thing in the books multiple times to the people he loves.

another important note: these characters trigger each other accidentally. the intent to connect is there, but there are deep seated issues on harry’s side that was never confronted leading to these issues. and as albus is a young angsty teen who does get bullied and is a little self-centred (again, very normal for a 14yo), he can’t really communicate these issues to harry effectively (harry being dismissive of the bullying (that he believes is normal for hogwarts students) albus goes through doesn’t help the situation either), leaving harry stumbling in the dark and further emboldening that The Perfect Father he imagined as a child may not exist.

ok that wasnt very economical but anyways! those are the issues! what happens next is harry spiralling and confirming those fears, being forced to confront them and deal with them, and then the steps toward healing his relationship with albus.

im not defending how harry treated albus (dismissing his bullying, lashing out, the enmeshment abuse) but offering insight and trying to explain that he was certainly in-character. i think people simply had an emotional reaction to seeing their loved character being very realistically flawed, and decided they didnt like it without doing much analysis as to why harry was acting the way he was. trauma is very complex, and theres no expiry date for it if you simply refuse to confront it or heal.

a lot of harry’s journey with interrogating the Perfect Father concept was to confront and acknowledge his inner child. he has to recognise his childhood for the childhood it was without the flashy titles or impressed ideals. the confrontation with dumbledore is the pinnacle of it— harry idolised dumbledore as a central father figure, and he realised when confronting the portrait that his relationship with dumbledore was much more complex and nuanced than he originally thought. suddenly dumbledore ceases to be an ideal, and harry sees him for the man that he was: conflicted, more uncertain in his own choices than he let on, heartbroken and self-sabotaging.

when harry presents himself at the end of the play to albus, he presents himself as human— an escapist, unsure in his decisions, insecure, and scared of the dark, small spaces and pigeons. and albus appreciates the flawed, real version of harry. those expectations and ideals that albus struggled to uphold in the face of harry’s projecting simply disappear, and he finally feels like he can adequately be harry’s son just by being.

another less obvious moment that shows this, is how harry and delphi mirror each other. delphi is the more extreme version of this— she is completely deluded in her worship for a father she never knew, so desperate for the love and respect shes built up in her mind that she’s dedicated her life to it and feels empty without the ideal to go off of. its why harry defends her when albus asks him why they shouldn’t just kill her— because hes the only one who understands the pain of being an orphan, living in an abusive household, dreams of ‘what ifs’ and what it can do to a person.

whats important to take away is that harry and albus love each other immensely, which is why they are able to turn over a new leaf at the end. it speaks of incredible strength on albus’ half, and i really want to stress that albus LOVES harry, because i see so much content about him straight up butchering or slandering harry when that is sooo not them!! if albus saw the way some of yall were misinterpreting his relationship with his dad he’d be livid. whether or not you would do the same in forgiving harry is irrelevant— albus has always wanted to have a good relationship with harry and the same goes both ways. people hurt each other, sometimes egregiously so, but when one promises change and is serious about it, than chances are there will be change. this is especially so in the case of family.

ginny weasley vs age

what is paradoxical is how self-centred harry is, despite also being very willing to sacrifice himself for other people. albus possesses a self-centredness similar to him. harry is so caught up in his own world and comparing it to albus’ situation, and vice versa. ginny is normally the middle man who can see both harry and albus for what they are and the individual worlds they inhabit, and tries to communicate effectively between them. the play mostly revolves around harry and albus, so what i’ll have to say for her will not be as in-depth.

short answer: ginny matured with age. she is probably the most mature character alongside draco, although draco does let his emotions get in the way at times (funnily enough i think this is why ginny and draco get along so well in the cursed child and are able to recognise each other for who they are). she was very brash and courageous and wonderfully chaotic in the books, but she was also blunt and impatient, which is not something thats presented in the cursed child. instead, she is VERY patient and communicates extremely well, being able to navigate both harry and albus without prodding their weak spots like they do to each other.

she offers her own experiences to albus as her own experiences, not projecting them onto him as an unequivocal truth. this can be seen in how she opens up to him about how she was exploited by tom riddle, and she lets albus draw his own comparisons to himself and delphi without pushing his experiences into a box.

her relationship with harry is interesting, because she is the only one who sees him for him and the only one that harry’s not bothered by when she makes honest judgments on his actions. he’s only okay with her seeing him for the flawed man he is. she doesn’t make him feel defensive, nor does she make him feel demonised for not knowing how to parent albus, or for messing up with him (though she does call him out when he is in the wrong, something her younger self would be quick to do too). one of the most heart wrenching scenes is when ginny blows up at harry and really screams at him about albus being missing and him being self-centred about it, making it out to be about himself and his issues surrounding fatherhood. despite this, harry does not get defensive— which shows that he trusts even her negative judgments of him because she knows him so well (very very similar to the library scene with scorpius screaming at albus over his self-centeredness as well btw).

she still possesses key qualities from her younger self, she’s just ironed out the rougher ones as she’s grown— she’s still impossibly brave, fiercely loyal, extremely devoted to those she loves and also very logical. you can tell harry and albus are more emotional than she is, which is part of the reason why she is able to construct her points so effectively. she puts her logical thinking to good use in emotional situations. i think people are forgetting that people aren’t typically going to be the same as who they were as teenagers.

why has ginny been able to grow so much in comparison to harry? because she’s recognised what she went through as a teenager and made peace with it. you can see it in the way she freely offers her own experiences about it. she’s been able to build on top of what she went through in a healthy way, and was able to experience real, healthy change. and she is so much wiser and kinder for it.

hinny vs their careers

first i’ll talk about harry because i think i have more stuff to go off of with him.

we’ve already established that hes The Hero first and foremost. after he fulfilled the prophecy and saved the world i dont think its such a stretch to argue that he may have needed another similar purpose to latch onto, and that being an auror granted him that. quidditch was fun for him, but it couldn’t give him the same purchase that being an auror could. heroes dont play quidditch, they save the world. the same could be said for neville and ron, who were also aurors at first. was it the healthiest road to go down for harry? i dont think so, but considering his characterisation in the cursed child, i think it works. ron ended up quitting to be a father, neville ended up quitting to focus on his real passion (herbology), and harry continued to cling onto The Hero image he’s used to presenting. yes, the ministry was impossibly corrupt and worked against him in his youth, but to harry that could’ve served as more of a reason to change the institution from the inside. this, i imagine, was most definitely the case with hermione, who was always an idealist.

that being said, i don’t think continuing being an auror is such a great idea post-hpcc. he at least needs a break in order to continue his job in a healthy manner and not misconstrue his identity with it.

in terms of ginny, i don’t believe she’d still be playing quidditch in her 40s. if you think about real athletes, very few of them continue playing professionally in their 40s (i think the average age is 34 but i may be wrong), especially after birthing three kids. we dont know much about her retirement, but there are many reasons one can assume ginny retired for, kids and/or age being the most reasonable deduction. its not so much a question of characterisation but more about the reality of having to give up your passion earlier than most if its sports.

despite retiring, its clear ginny is still very passionate about quidditch as shes still working within the field, just not playing the sport professionally anymore.

[cacw]

how would you describe/characterize splashfrost before the whole leadership nightmare?

i got a little carried away but somehow i doubt anyone will mind

in my beautiful miracle world frostkit is born an only child and splashkit immediately takes a liking to her. hes like wow its so weird that you dont have any siblings oh and your dad is dead lol wow and shes staring at him with her big amber eyes and shes like like um ok and she trails behind him like a lost duckling for the remainder of their childhoods. he ends up closer with her than even his own sister fognose the forgotten. theyre very attached from a young age and hardly ever bother with anyone else... id imagine that splashtail was always a little more outgoing than her endlessly charismatic as he is but he never truly connects with anyone outside frostpaw and his family to a certain extent. kin and blood are paramount in riverclan and i think he understands that sentiment well enough though its pretty much all the same to him. his relationship with curlfeather is something else to touch on entirely but its important to note that he is relatively close with her as well (she handled the latter half of his appenticeship) which is why the riverclan power grab goes down the way it does

splashtails family is the epitome of the nuclear archetype with sneezecloud being older than havenpelt by a fair margin and havenpelt feeling a bit pressured in her later youth to seek out the riverclan dream with him that so many fantasize about... they courted for a short while before tying the knot and eventually trying for kits and i would think theyre both fairly conservative as is a large chunk of riverclan. for all their faults they hardly ever argue and truly do love each other and are moderately supportive of their children (said generously) which is both good and bad for splashtail. he is his mothers favorite and she only feels a little guilty about showing it. he doesnt really care

splashtail is a little more violent than the average kit in his youth, a little cold and aggressive, but he never really means anything by it. its not so much about not knowing his own strength and more so just how his brain works. hell draw a little blood on accidental occasion and then call frostkit lame for complaining about it do you see what i mean. he can be mean but hes always been kinder to frostpaw than the majority of their peers and isnt usually out to hurt her. he takes to clan lifestyle exceptionally well so no one ever really cares what their charming little up-and-coming boy wonder is thinking or feeling or getting up to in his spare time as long as he does right by them in the end; no one expected his turn to apostasy! and he clearly takes his role incredibly seriously as its what he lives for. hes very polite he says all the right things and he knows how to act to get people on his side. i do have a general idea about how his thoughts and actions could be translated into the real world, and i mean it very genuinely when i say his behavior could be read as sociopathic as he matures into adulthood. this does not make him "evil" and isnt necessarily what makes him a bad person; it would be way too easy to go down that route and i want to make it clear that thats not what im saying or doing. hes not always unkind but he lacks a lot of empathy. splashtail is absolutely a product of his environment but he has his own unique issues that make him who he is. lets not forget the time the writers called him crazy 11.5 times. heres a post i like

on that note i find it relevant to bring up splashtails early days of apprenticeship and his first mentor softpelts death in battle; i like to imagine he was there to watch her go down and is consequently introduced to real bloodshed and death far before frostpaw ever has the chance to see such a thing (i think this would serve as a good parallel to frostpaw witnessing curlfeathers death up close as well). frostpaw is apprenticed less than a couple of moons after him, but its long enough to establish a notable gap in experience, especially since she began training right around when the imposter fiasco was coming to a close. a very key difference between them is that splashpaw got to see the imposter up close while frostkit was still curled up next to her mother in the nursery. i think seeing ashfur on the great oak inspired something buried deep inside him that he was never fully capable of understanding before his own untimely death. its not that he agreed with ashfurs methods or ideals, but he was fascinated by the way cats followed after him, as it was a stark contrast to riverclans fixed loyalty to mistystar

and while im talking about this i want to say upfront that im not particularly fond of the idea that he enjoys killing. i cant imagine splashtail really getting anything from it at all or at least not in the way people seem to think he does, which i tend to say about everything. taking someones life shouldnt make him feel anything too terrible in particular you know what i mean he just believes its something he has to do to get to where he wants to be. this is how they live this is what hes seen and been taught all his life; he has taken those teachings to heart! its just another hurdle to cross. all these people were in the way. he thinks everyone is in his way. i dont think hes haunted by the blood on his hands and he definitely isnt afraid of dying (or at least not in the beginning). this is what he believes he was made for. the only times hes ever concerned over what hes done are the moments he realizes he didnt properly rid of the bodies which is as funny as it is horrible. all that being said i do think he killed small bugs as a child

frostpaw on the other hand is the quiet intelligent and somewhat neurotic child of a single mother (who i envision to be just a bit younger than she is canonically, at least more so than splashtails parents). jayclaw still dies before she can get attached, and so the ever-idealized authoritative male role model is completely absent from her life; she does not know reedwhisker, and podlight becomes distant shortly before shes apprenticed. this doesnt ever seem to bother her regardless of how disappointed riverclan is by the fact, because her mother is (for the most part) all she could ever need. splashtail has always been the only other rock in her life and she really wont ever manage to find another who meets all of her needs... im lying im sorry rapidsplash is right there. frostpaw just finds that weird and uncomfortable so she tries not to think about it too hard

this would be the perfect time to mention this but im saving it for something else

and let us not forget that he has three sisters

they start training together soon enough and it is absolutely crucial that frostpaw works as a warrior apprentice first. and she does it because she wants to! and splashpaw wants it too; splashpaw wants frostpaw to be powerful and successful because he sees something in her that no one else does. he knows deep in his bones she has the potential to be the greatest thing riverclan has ever seen. splashtail has seen more than enough blood at this point; splashpaw envisions a better and stronger riverclan, a clan that isnt walked on, isnt looked over, and hell do anything to see it get to that point. he kills her mother/his mentor for it. splashtail kills curlfeather because he truly believes he would do a better job, but if frostpaw had asked for the title instead then he gladly would have given it to her. splashtail believes he was born to serve his clan. splashtail always knew she was special. shes just like him. she could be better than all of them. shes the only one he would ever approve of. he was determined early on to make sure she got what he knew she deserved. it didnt have to be him taking the top spot on the podium but he got a little too wound up and felt like he had no other choice!

contrary to popular belief splashtail did genuinely care about frostpaw for a long time, and im inclined to believe he still did after everything that happened. splashtail knew about her role in curlfeathers plans, knew how badly she wanted to keep frostpaw safe, and he was obviously trying hard to make it work. he tries to keep frostpaw in the game for as long as possible, whether its for his benefit or hers, but eventually she goes too far and says too much and he figures his safest bet is to get rid of her. he and curlfeather simply had very different visions regarding frostpaws future. ultimately his own paranoia was always bound to be his undoing but i think he should have been proud of her in his own way toward the end, which is what shes wanted all along

have you seen taps 1981 yet because tom cruises character is pretty much exactly what i envision splashtail to be. major moreland hes our man. i saw my duty and i did it. its beautiful man

splashtail loves riverclan and he would die a thousand times to keep it safe but he loved frostpaw first and he had no intention of dying anytime soon. bonds have always been prominent in the clans whether familial platonic or romantic but i doubt he ever could have put a real name to the way he feels about her. frostpaw obviously cares a lot more about labels than he does but at the end of the day their relationship is something neither of them could even begin to imagine living without. nevertheless splashtail loves riverclan to death and he ends up putting it above everything else in the way he sees fit, though i wouldnt exactly call his later attempt on frostpaws life an act of choosing their clan over her. it was a pure moment of weakness for him; his increasing annoyance and paranoia left him feeling helpless. he is more disappointed than he is angry at her (and its never so much a genuine anger as it is pure unadulterated frustration) and he was never the same afterward! everything means something! it has to! frostpaw youre REALLY not acting like my idealized version of you!

frostpaw has always been capable of the same things as splashtail. she is filled with indignation fueled early on by her clanmates cold and patronizing tones and she is sick of being treated like a child and she is angry and frustrated with the state of the world and she lashes out and she knows how to hurt people and she has blood on her hands too. they are two sides of the same coin and she knows it and this will continue to keep frostpaw up at night for the rest of her life

[axl-gets-creative]

illi x reader headcanons!!

(updated slightly to fit changes in my au)

this is for @fawns-soft-pillows ^^ sorry I couldn't do a fic I just have so much in my drafts and so much to finish and AGGHH 😿😿😿 yk what im saying lol :') hope u like this tho!

Context: you and illi r dating, these are headcanons on exactly that. This is also set in my au, so YES there are vampires and YES yall R the demolition lovers and YES there is genderfuckiness🗣️🔥🔥

Btw these r the exact same hcs I use for my illi x philip (my illiverse frank) ship I just switched out Phillip for reader, so if u wanna imagine it with philli (ship name) u can do that too since it's all still canon lol ><

illi: she/him (demigirl) - reader: no pronouns used (gender neutral reader)

(miscellaneous and highschool based hcs)

you tried to teach her how to dance but she messes up no matter how many times you try lmao

he'll beat up really anyone but if anyone fucks with you he'll make sure to hit em EXTRA hard with that croquet mallet!

roughness is her love language, he always hugs a little too tight or bites kisses a bit to hard, you dont mind tho, just means theres a lethal amount of love in there! ^^

hes morally questionable and it rubbed off on you, ya know killin ya enemies doesnt sound too bad! (ok pop off future demolition lovers)

you researched a lot of stuff about vampires so you could understand her. she knows that and she finds it adorable that you care that much <3

shes actually really smart, school just burns her out a little harder than it would a human.. (nocturnal diva issues💔)

if you forget your lunch or a bully steals or ruins it he'll share his with you

she loves to watch horror movies with you, but if you get scared she'll kiss and tease to distract you.

you find it cute how obsessed he is with his croquet mallet, its his most prized possession (other than you ofc, you're her favorite) there's nothing she loves more (other than u) than banging that shit onto some bastards head (even tho he gets in trouble for it, god forbid a girl has hobbies!!)

you guys like to draw eachother (im giving up on this help)

sometimes her fangs poke your mouth when you kiss :3 (fun fact abt how i write vamps, theyre fangs can go inward when they need to hide them so they look like normal canines but sometimes when they get excited the fangs can pop back out lol. but in ya mouth? youch! *you like it what huh who said that*)

hes always showing you cool underground bands he discovers

As bad as she is at it, she loves to dance with you, it's actually a good mix because your not the best dancer either so y'all just move along however you can lol

(not a x reader hc but I rlly wanted to add this 💔↓)

Illi's transfem (don't tell the others no ones supposed to know her bio gender ok so Shhhh 👅) but her gender is like a game and she's hacking the system, like she's also demigirl, her "other half" is male but sometimes she just is either too lazy to get girled up or jst straight up feels masc that day so she literally looks like a fully pledged guy every now and then, that and she's just a big tomboy and dyke combined, but she's not genderfluid she just feels a tad cis once in awhile, but at the same time she loves to feel girly if she doesn't feeling like doing her ass off and she also loves skirts but mainly bc it'll be super hot and she wants to stay cool but still, she's like half and half, fifty fifty, she's an even number, she's a he, he's a she. It's beautifully confusing

(these next ones r hcs for the demolition lovers part of my au, lilli's the demo woman and ur the demo man but u stay gender neutral big tw for themes of murder and crime, i do not condone those actions ofc)

you guys are literally partners in crime, killing and stealing for eachother is yalls love language frfr

you guys's main goal when you took up murdering was to get revenge on those who wronged you, but a little splatter here and there for funsies doesnt hurt <3

on that note yall never kill innocent people tho, the weakest yalls victim criteria goes is being a sore rude bitch lmao

you died in each others arms in the gunfight ... :(

"vampires will never hurt you" what if illi violently ripped her victims flesh off with her teeth alone? what if you got off to that? what if she knew that? what if your next but in a sexual way?? what if your GAY?!

despite the tagline being "the corpses of a thousand evil men" the devil is a liar of course and knew killing the innocent was your weakness, thus going out of his way to lie about a couple "requests" he added to your list

on that note you caught on to the devils games and tried to deviate from the task to try and spare the innocent targets but when you did that instead of the devil showing up and hanging you (like you thought he'd do lmao) he flat out made sure you got caught and thrown into a jail or something of the sort (something something you know what they do to guys like us in prison something something)

even tho illi was in a coma the whole time that didnt stop the devil from playing games with her too, he plagued her poor brain with terrors straight from hell (i love being cruel to fictional characters)

who you guys were running from in the desert was this cult like (i say like because theres not nearly enough of them to make a cult, its more like a brainwashed homicidal coven) of satanists who made deals with the devil themselves, but bringing victims to him instead of being victims themselves, yall had been on a bunch of wild goose chases but this was far worse then any of the cops and opps you two had shot away

you guys R masked killers, u wear these white masks with eye and mouth holes (cough cough "meta man" Gerard swarm outfit cough) your known (ofc) as the demolition lovers in order to stay anonymous. The only one who knows about your side hustle is milli (Mikey)

Remember what I said about you guys dancing together? Well illi learned to dance eventually, and the sight of u two dancing together actually got ya saved from assignation once, the opps thought yall were too precious to kill XD

WOAH THIS WAS A YAPFEST ‼️ a ways yeah that's all I can think of, I hope yall like these!! ^_^

[amethyst-marshmallow]

Please hold me / I'll hold you no matter what

woke up in a cold sweat had to draw gays/ref kinda erm anyway

rbs over likes!!!!!!!!!

yapping under cut :3 i love these guys sooo much (contains hcs for both and also their relationship) also erm side note this is like basically half the shrimpo yapping post i mentioned making and side note 2 ignore it if this makes no sense and it has one william typos it is currently past 2 am as im writing this and i am VIBRATING i lvoe them sm

i like to imagine cosmo as being like a doctor/medic of some sort to the other toons (given his ability to heal)(sprout and ginger (and whatever other healers end up getting added but they kinda have their own shit goin on with sprout being a main and ginger only being around during christmastimes) would also be kinda like this but cosmo is like this especially to me) not only in physical health but also mental health,, i think he just naturally is the type of person who is very good at comforting others plus he also probably does extra research to be able to help ppl and make sure everyones doing ok ^-^ even if it takes a toll on him too (why his ability also takes one of his own hearts*)

*i imagine that the hearts ingame are not only representative of their physical health but also MENTAL health,,, since ichor corrupts you by first taking over your MIND then twisting u to the point ur basically a zombiee (in my hcs)(i have a wip yap post about this too) which is why the mains have one heart permanently broken bc the whole situation stresses them out more,,

(Tw i use he/she/they for shrimpo and i use them all interchangeably sorry if this is confusing lmaooo)

Shrimpo on the other hand is sooo touch starved like SOOOO touch starved. they have many many issues and i also imagine that they were kinda disregarded/treated like shit by the toon handlers and also other ppl due to his role in the show. Also another pretty common hc but i imagine that bc of her species they have to drink more water than other toons but they were never??? told for some reason?????? speaking to how little they actually cared for shrimpo.,, anyway while gardenview was still active she was told to drink water but they viewed it more as the toon handlers just asking him to do stuff for no reason since you know. they were never told WHY and also he was given so little affection in general that sh ejust became really touch starved and got the impression that no one likes him and hes only there as a joke WHICH TO BE FAIR. IS PARTIALLY TRUE. so now hes just kinda worries that he HAS to be mean otherwise he will be literally forgotten by EVERYONE since he just. doesnt think he has any other defining characteristics (i actually think she does have many hobbies and talents/skills but she doesnt think shes as good as any of the other toons making him disregard any of those talents entirely) (the main intrest i have for him is writing but liek i just said he has intrests in like a zillion other things too) (am i projecting WHO KNOWSSSSSSSSSSSSS)

(ok for this paragraph i only used she/her for shrimpo and he/him for cosmo to hopefully make it less confusing)

So for their relationship would probably be literally the best thing to happen to shrimpo since cosmo is THERE for her to give her the affection she never got to get, to comfort her which is a thing shes never had before,, she couldnt even take a complement without assuming its a joke at first and now she has someone to support her to care for her,,, like almost a hurt/comfort kinda trope??????

Cosmo i think would probably have suspected she was hurting a long time ago like maybe even before gardenview shut down but once he KNEW he was hurting he wanted to help him,, and the experience is healing for them both bc cosmo kinda feels liek its his purpose to heal people and to be sprouts companion (BOO ANOTHER COMMON HEADCANON) but shrimpo has experienced thinking you only have one purpose before SO shes also there for HIM to let him know hes SO MUCH MORE than just a doctor,,,,,,,,,,, jkdbifjas so theyre there for EACH OTHER so SUPPORT EACH OTHER TOGETHER!!,!! and also its a reather common hc that while cosmo IS nice he is also very very polite so he wont rlly insult anyone but shrimpo is almost like the opposite so cosmo can teach shrimpo patience while shrimpo can teach cosmo that its ok to not neccisarily be polite about everythigns and to let ppl know when ur at ur limit :3 if you know what i mean,,,,,, ndifsiofbisan they can be SO GOOD together theyre such an underrated ship

ok rant OVER than k

[yuri-for-businesswomen]

a big german newspaper (die zeit) recently published a more critical article on the so called „verrichtungsboxen“ (literally: boxes of execution; boxes on the street where prostituted women and sex buyers can go to consummate the sexual acts; anyone who knows german will know this is a gross terminology, fitting for a gross concept).

while the fact these boxes exist is in itself a tragedy, the letters to the editor are giving me hope that there are sane people left in this country - even though from their names and writing style i would guess they are of the older generation, pension age.

heinz wohner: „if you dont get a visceral reaction of disgust and shame looking at these obfuscating boxes called ‚eco toilets‘ and the image of what is going on in them, you have to be extremely cold. calling what is being done to these women for little money ‚work like any other‘ is sugarcoating the issue.“

wolfgang wendling: „maybe there are women who voluntarily prostitute themselves, but the majority is doing it out of necessity and under pressure. calling the oldest trade in history a profession like any other is pure mockery. its not an honor to call our country europe‘s biggest brothel. but it‘s true. we should be ashamed that women are being exploited, humiliated and abused before our eyes. the more severe the poverty is in the country of origin, the cheaper you can have them. we should finally stop this, which is the only appropriate action for a civilised country.“

brigitte kosfeld: „the photo of these boxes alone speaks volumes on the inhumane practices hidden behind the liberalisation of prostitution. when the law was introduced, there were convinced social democratic women who were holding speeches on ‚prostitution as a profession‘. the intentions behind the law might have been honorable, but the reality has always been deeply anti-woman.“

professor claudia reuter, phd: „the liberalisation of prostitution in germany has failed in all regards. according to a french study, the average life expectancy of a prostitute is 33 years. babbling about self-determination in this case is inhumane. the state is not supporting prostitutes’ workers rights and their health, but their economic and sexual exploitation. its about time for the swedish model: protection for women and consistent punishment for sex buyers and pimps.“

joachim kasten: „social democrat august bebel already wrote in 1879 (…) that ‚honorable family men‘ were contributing to uphold the system prostitution with their money. according to him, they were generously let off their responsibility to disappear in anonymity. apparently today we are still where we were at the end of the 19th century.“

sabine moehler: „the description [in the article] of typical injuries prostitutes have reminded me very much of those women in physically abusive relationships show as well. a man who abuses, humiliates and demeans a prostitute in any way will do the same to his partner, wife or lover as soon as he doesnt like her behavior. (…) even reading about this is upsetting me a lot.“

and of course the one sex buyer who just had to write to the editors, peter müller: „its one sided to use the misery in berlin street prostitution with sex on public toilets as a reason to debate the liberalisation of prostitution. there are many brothels were the ladies are treated with respect. of course working as a prostitute harbors certain risks - but there are women who freely choose this job, and in my experience, some of them are doing it with passion and love. the regular prices are not the dumping prices you mentioned (5-10 euros) [note: which is indeed normal in street prostitution] but actually 80-100 euros for half an hour - not to mention those dont include extras and humiliating sex practices. i met women who earn better in prostitution than some employees in germany.“

loose translation and highlights by me.

[the-moon-files]

Waaaa, I LOVE your writing for Linked Universe! >w< I've never thought about the trope of humans as space orcs, but I love it now djfngd- If you don't mind me asking, is there anything that the reader might be weak to (comedic or otherwise)? Or is he basically indestructible/immune to a lot of things?

sorry for late reply!! ;-; thank u sm for saying that abt my writing, and yess yesss my humans v hylians au agenda is spreading lets gooo!!!

(bro u know ur desperate for gifs when ur making ur own atp jfc 💀)

Sun: Guide!Reader, Masc Male Reader (he/him)

Orbit: LONG AS HELL Headcanons-ish, Humans are not hylians AU

Stars: Classic Chain of Links, not specific

Comets & Meteors: CWs: mild cussing, typical Loz violence, weight is mentioned as a weakness/detriment,

& TWs: Possible weight trigger, reader is described as heavy and weight has a negative impact on environment, but in a way thats meant to convey they "weigh more" bc theyre human in comparison to hylians/hylian built things ( for ex: hylians are hollow boned compared to humans).

Please stop reading at line "alright thats all for sleeping for rn, i could keep going but i wanna get to weight issue a little bit even tho ive got less for it" if you want to avoid explicit details of this.

Please comment if I missed any. /gen

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so I could see this being both crack and angst fuel tbh

ive talked abt this somewhat on other posts/asks, but figured i could really get into all the potential weaknesses over here since ive gotten a lot of ideas abt it!

so a quick list of things ive thought of that could be weaknesses, both based on like, if this were a “video game to real world” format for us, coming from earth, and other junk ill explain

in no particular order, some weakness ideas ive had (or other anons tbh!):

weight, much heavier than Links/avg hylian (sink to bottom when swimming/cant ride their horses/cant be carried out when hurt/sick/etc.)

slow healing when u do get injured, compared to quick healing hylians who can just eat food to get better quicker

magic absorption (too much juice, body not accustomed, get sick, like eating too much magic food/using too much of magic tools/weapons)

or magic negation (cant get healed by magic, for ex: if a dragon is all magic, then u cant ride it, or if food is magical u cant eat it)

easy to get sick (new environment/ppl/area/etc.)

fall damage (tho greater height) is still applicable

hylians dont have the same pack-bonding/affection/social needs as humans, like how Wild + most Links could do their whole adventure by themselves, rarely talking to anyone, if you’ve ever seen the survival show “Alone”, one of the first things that get them to quit isnt the terrain/little food (tho thats usually next), its the fact they get lonely and miss their spouses/family/friends, sad af, youd have to assault the links for attention and hope ur not annoying the fuck outta them all the time 😭😭

stamina, ur stuck w/whatever u had before getting whisked away (for example: u just have to hope ur immune to guardian beams bc u may not be able to outrun one 💀, or just bc u can swim against the tide doesnt mean u can do so for very long, depending on ur stamnia)

not rlly a weakness, but u having a different perception of what’s “too little” clothing compared to the medieval time period hylians lmao

needing more sleep than hylians, from how in game they either outright dont need sleep, can go with only a few hours and fight Ganon, or other nonsense around sleeping, ACTUALLY also hylians being able to sleep anywhere in any position, whereas u need a good 8-9 hours every night to function normally (u cant rlly take shifts at night w/o getting fucked) and u also need a half-decent sleeping bag/not hardass ground to sleep on w/o getting morning dew soaking u thru (ive been on many misadventures camping, so i could rlly get into it when it comes to wilderness camping yall, like im not high maintenance but there are def some bare minimum things u need to function in the wild, trust me guys, its a thing/pet peeve of mine to get into how a 10 person constant camping trip would acc function 💀)

if you’ve got any other ideas, pls comment them or shoot an ask my way! these were all i could think of for rn

so im just gonna pick the ones ive expanded the least on in other posts, like the sleeping thing, weight thing, and im abt to do another ask (🥺<33) abt the human culture v hylian thing so thatll do for now

SO to continue the rlly long sleep weakness (srry)

to my credit, ive been tent camping pretty frequent in past couple years, with either my sibling, or sib and a friend, in the ruralness of our homestate (we’re in southern part of US)

like as a quick rundown of my creditable-ness, bc im sure ur like “moon. nobody cares what u have to say, ur prob chronically online bro” nah, dude, read this bs:

U can skip this if u just trust me, this is just a mildly entertaining lore dump of mine for proof i know anything at all abt tent camping:

for ref, ive: slept all night in a hammock w/a sheet bc the air mattress deflated/was sleeping on the ground otherwise which is borderline impossible to do even when exhausted ive found out, a lightning storm rolled in, i just kept sleeping, had to pack up tent in middle of the night bc it slowly got flooded bc rain got into tent, had to park on a random overgrown country road (no GPS) to car-camp for the night bc no campsite was found, have had to constantly put up tent in complete darkness bc its very hard to get my sibling and me to a campsite when theres still daylight for some reason?? lol, began to worry for hypothermia when we camped near mountains bc it got too cold to tent camp, had to intensely cuddle for warmth w/friend in truck bed, while sib was inside the car and still couldnt get warm, and it was so cold even then that it kept waking us up until we left at like 4-5am bc it got light enough for us to see to drive away 💀

ANYWAY, now that ive gotten my obligatory “i touch grass” out of the way,

(and also i def plan to use these experiences as future fic scenes, so easter egg if u read this then my fics later lmao)

sleeping is literally the first issue u gotta deal w/in going constant camping w/these guys lmao

and u bet ur ass they all find it kinda funny that u need such specific sleeping stuff when ur nigh indestructible the rest of the time

but its honest to god not even that much, it just is for hylians

so they can just sleep on rocks, flat ground, tree roots, u name it these crazy elves can do it, esp since the Links r adventurers so im sure theyre better at it than normal hylians

they dont need a tent, they barely need sleeping bags, bc the cold hard ground is legit their home 💀

the only reason they have padding at all is bc theyre more sensitive to temperature than u, so theyre more bundled up on breezy nights/for morning dew chill time

(which u found to ur horror they just dont put anything down but like a sheet when its warm weather, mostly for keeping dirt off them)

meanwhile ur like?? get a tent??? we have Wild’s slate to store it we dont even have to carry it????

and bc theyre made for hylians, the tents just like a ceiling w/poles 💀

ur out here like, “bro this would keep u more warm if there were yknow, walls. and a floor.”

which u then have to force the combined skills of Legend, Wild and Four to help u make a real tent

Legend has absolutely taken to calling you Sleeping Beauty/Princey bc of this, and the fact that u have to layer like 2 sleeping bags to not feel rocks on ur back (bc they only need it for warmth not cushioning, its thinner than human made ones)

u also have to force Time + Wars to acknowledge that u guys needs to put the tent on flat ground, and cant just sprawl out over a bunch of tree roots goddamit-

when u first learn what the watch schedule is, it sounds like actual hell.

each shift is like 4 hours, and everyone is awake and ready to go at like 5 or 6 am (the 6am is for teh Links that “sleep in” 💀)

and thats putting them at going to sleep at like 11 or midnight, bc hylians need way less sleep than ur human ass,

which the poor said hylians also find out the hard way when they go to wake the single human man on their team up, and u just outright cuss them out, hit the nearest link, rain hell on them + seem like ur drunk to them?? then just go back to sleep???

and theyre all like “wtf just happened to our guide, he’s usually so nice??”

only to realize after u all have a sit down abt the sleeping differences issues, after what theyre calling “The Sleeping Guide Incident” 💀

hylians snap awake only a few minutes after being awake (like how in SS/Oot/Botw etc u can be a little sleepy but game mechanics let u get up pretty quick)

and u need more sleep, so they just adjust and know now u need whatever u can get tbh, so ur not allowed to go on night shifts,

along w/being allowed to ride on Epona + get piggy back sleep on a Link if they rlly need to move and u havent gotten all ur required sleep yet

(tho u do try and compensate by going to sleep earlier)

(they would never tell u but, they lowkey fight/rock paper scissors who gets to carry u in the morning, Wind is the ref lol)

also hylians can sleep like a rock thru most anything, along w/this adventure which easily keeps u tired so ur ready to knock out every night,

this is why its important for someone to take watch, bc i think unless they outright get hit by a monster/shaken by another hylian, most links dont get up when sleeping no matter what

which makes sense, if theyre going to sleep so little, they prob need as much uninterrupted sleep as possible,

but just bc they can sleep thru lynel stomping doesnt mean u can, which is another adjustement they make when they choose a place to sleep at night, making sure its not a loud spot or smth, and bc u now have to sleep earlier to keep up w/their early ass times,

when the Links are all chilling around camp, they make sure to keep pretty quiet so u can sleep well <3

alright thats all for sleeping for rn, i could keep going but i wanna get to weight issue a little bit even tho ive got less for it

i mentioned it in other posts that hylians are lighter than humans, but i mostly focused on it going one way if that makes sense? like now im taking it in the way of like Humans are heavier than hylians, if that makes more sense??

u cant ride horses, at least not for very long lmao

same goes for loftwings, if u can even get on for any amount of time, bc they presumably have hollow bones so theyd be even more sensitive to ur weight than horses

omg when it comes to puzzles, and theres like weights involved, u absolutely get used as an additional weight, both bad and good tbh

bc im familiar w/botw im using it as a base, but like how shrines need a metal box or two to put on buttons to weigh them down, but it gets tricky, or u dont have one right away, Wild just uses you 💀

like u need some exact amount of metal things for this one scale puzzle, and instead u just, sit on it to sink it all the way down so the Link on the other side can reach the platform LMAO

omg the amount of battles that could just be won bc u used ur body weight against a monster lol

THE SCENE OF U AND A HINOX SQUARING UP TO LIKE SUMO WRESTLE AND U WIN W/UR WEIGHT LMAOO

just run at a lynel, dodging arrows, and just like, successfully full-body tackle it bc it feels like it has the same weight as a large dog, like a husky or smth 💀

u act like a bomb when u throw urself off cliffs bc u dont get fall damage easy, so u can manage like a ten-story building drop u found out w/o a scratch, but u cause a crater around u bc of ur impact lmao

Wild/Wind/Rulie/Legend are all having the time of their lives having u cannonball into the ground next to monster camps bc ur just a human bomb atp

kno this was less weakness focused but heres one more rough weakness of it,

u all have to be VERY careful around bridges or thin strips of land, or like crossing tree branches, etc. w/you bc ur weight may make it not possible cross w/o ridiculously being this single human person bringing an entire bridge down 💀

think the only way u could fix this glaring issue is if u outright jumped across, which even tho ur basically superpowered bc ur so strong here so youd have to fuck up pretty bad to not make it,

poor boys get worried sick anyway and try to avoid bridges if they can, they only trust ones that are like stone built up from the ground to carry you

this also sucks when its like a rope bridge across like a huge gap or like a small valley or smth, bc not only do u not have a landing spot in the immediate area, but now u have to reroute until u can find a spot that lets u basically jump across the gap lmao

on one hand, the Chain r still anxious letting u go alone to sometimes find that different route, but also if anyone went w/u youd just have to piggyback them while doing that, and its not like theyd be that helpful besides moral support maybe lmao

but u dont mind that and none of them can stand being seperated from u w/o knowing at least one Link is w/u, so u usually go ahead and piggyback Wind or Four (one of the lightest) find a route and leap ur way to the other side lol

u also found out the hard way that ur weight affects hylian made buildings, bc they can be made out of not as dense/strong woods, like especially things like floors/beds/chairs/etc stuff that would be made to take hylian weight

the absolute insanity the first time u guys went to an inn, and u crushed both the steps leading into the inn, a barstool, a chair, and later that night ur bedframe just from gently laying on it 💀

the innkeeper realized and re-arranged so u guys were on first floor so u wouldnt have to go up steps, and was luckily very understanding abt u being a different weightier race (Time and you still tipped him rupees to help pay for damage 😭)

u had to literally go back outside to sleep bc u were worried if u slept on the floor it slowly break overnight LMAO

but Wind/Wild/Four/Rulie/Twi were all sweet enough to come w/you to sleep outside too lol (they were more nature inclined anyway, even tho u insisted they take advantage of the beds)

this was also absolutely hilarious for the others to wake up to in the morning, bc Time/Wars/Sky/Legend had already gone to bed,

so they just walk out the inn, all confused why the innkeeper just pointed outside when they asked where the others went, and they jsut open the front door (w/still broken steps bc u had to exit 💀)

to see u guys camped out on the lawn ASHFDFL

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😃. well that got out of hand, and its getting late for me so I may have 10x the amount of spelling/grammar mistakes more than usual, and it may have completely lost the plot in some points so-!

i hope that was smth for u to at least chew on anon, and sorry i overdid it jfccc

have a great rest of ur week anon, and tysm for the ask!! :D

comments/commentary in tags/feeback at all keep me alive, so pls leave one w/whatever u think!!

Peace out,

🌙

[lxndonorris]

I think I speak for most everyone when I say there isnt any issue with max and lando not being close, or friends or whatever.

Its the way lando goes about it thats odd.

Max stated lando is his best mate in the paddock a couple of times, but lando feels the need to defend himself, saying he has real, true friends outside the paddock. Why? No one said they are besties in life.

Also he seems weirded out by the mere concept of a possible friendship with max, because they never talk (basically), which is also just an odd thing to say. I mean they went on crepe dates, what about uncle lando, or the amount of times they share a plane? So many more things, there is nothing bad about considering him a possible friend.

He flip flops a lot and I dont know why. Maybe that friendship isnt meant to be, or its a simple one way street. Who knows?

Of course its the journalists asking him again and again, but its because he gives them a good sound bite, a nice reaction to use. They milk that any chance they get, to write articles.

He just has to say, "its fine. We're fine" or whatever and its done.

If I were max, as much as he "doesnt care" about literally anything, I would feel just bad.

It was a title fight for like half a season, what will happen when its an entire season? An even tighter battle? I hope they all can separate on and off track haha

[netfleecking]

just finished dexter for the first time and that ending is actually one of the worst series finales ive ever seen.

[spoilers]

it really did such a huge disservice to all the characters, and gave nobody a proper conclusion. we watched these characters grow, struggle and fight moral dilemmas, only for none of it to matter.

dexter loses everyone.

hannah is abandoned in argentina to raise someone else's kid.

harrison's birth mom was murdered and now his dad is "dead".

deb is killed by her own brother; and then her body is disposed like other criminals.

quinn broke up with jamie to be with deb and now he has no one.

jamie doesnt have quinn anymore.

angel has lost so many people close to him — his best friend, deb, la guerta, etc.

astor and cody are now fully orphans, and their half-brother is ?? god knows where ?? as far as they know.

it also ruins dexter's character. we saw him progress over eight seasons to be a loving father, a good boyfriend, "becoming human", only for him to selfishly abandon it all to ?? become a logger ??

dont even get me started on the events that led to this ending. firstly, dexter falling in love with hannah was the stupidest, most ridiculous thing ive ever seen. i hated hannah from the get-go, and as much as the writers feed dexter lines to comment about his and hannah's "chemistry", there was absolutely nothing going on between them. they didn't have an iota of chemistry, compared to dexter and rita.

dexter abandoning everything to selfishly pursue a life with hannah, then absolutely backtrack on it at the last second was also stupid as shit. neither decision should have been as rushed as the scriptwriters made it.

oh and! him choosing not to murder vogel's son the first time was so out of character and unnecessary. it was also the exact same lesson he learnt in season 4 with miguel.

also, the whole "quinn and batista mutually agreeing to cover dexter in the murder of vogel's son" thing was way too rushed and out of character for both of them. quinn might accept it, as revenge against deb. but batista is a good, honest man. that's always been his thing. the writers could have easily sidestepped this dissonance by making it just a dexter-quinn thing. it would also have been nice for quinn and dexter to finally put all their rockiness behind them and mutually support each other in the loss of deb.

and and sorry its a minor thing, but killing off zach hamilton was a mistake. you wanted to write a spin off afterwards? zach was a perfect successor to dexter. young, eager, and sensible. he was starting to get interesting, and then was abruptly ended. this show really has issues with keeping its interesting characters.

anyway fuck the ending of dexter. fuck it all. anything after season 4 isn't canon to me. i refuse to accept the incest plotline, deb killing la guerta, dexter falling for hannah, whatever season 8 was, blah blah blah.

[thenixkat]

love how much DC consistently just hates the idea of prison reform, prisoner's rights, and treating prisoners like people…

folks in the Batfam debating about murdering the Joker.

again these are the kinds of things I think about from Barb's end on the whole pressuring Ted back into his costume. She doesn't want to be tech support she wants to be on the field with like half the writers for her Oracle run. And sure some of them are just kinda ableist.

also Barb took one break date and the Joker starts a prison riot

also all of these villains just… following the Joker's lead even tho they should know it wont go well if they do and it doesnt b/c he jokerizes them all (which makes them more dangerous b/c the Jokers just the biggest bad ass ever right after Batman) of course the metagene inhibitor gas mixed with the compound that made the villains throw up turns into Joker venom for reasons

totally the prison using those to control the dangerous super prisoners wouldnt have tested shit out b4 hand

and joker venom makes everyone joker b/c reasons even the folks that are not human or have radically different anatomy and physiology due to their meta powers

RIP to Ted, man is not allowed to be in good comics regardless of whether or not real snakes have ears, Copperhead should still be fucked up by the sonic vibrations shaking the shit out of his organs

b/c that's the correct lesson. Never take a single day off of superheroing and vigilance. Sure you will burn out but if you dont stay vigilant then bad shit will happen to yer friends and family

heheheh good for Orca I hopes she gets to eat as many prison guards as she pleases

why do the Joker's plans involve creating a gravity well?

also i guess we had to Jokerize everyone otherwise the villains might not want to listen to the Joker after getting their power dampening collars off king shark is here too

huh Nightwing keeps getting sexually assaulted and that's likely part of why people call him a slut/slutshame him

like I know he got raped by Harley Quinn in one animated thing and folks thought it was funny and also slut shamed him for getting raped so how much of his comic reputation as a slut is just people slutshaming him for getting sexually assaulted by ladies?

of course Batman and Nightwing can outrun a gravity well forming

everyone knows collapsing gravity is slower than a man carrying another human being can run

of course Ted wouldn't know anything that's happening. It's not like the Bug is a state-of-the-art listening device that would have picked up on all of the nearby radio signals like folks communicating. And its not like the Bug doesnt have dozens of Snoopies, mini Bugs for spying on shit that could have been deployed

"The Bug isn't built for speed and power" bullshit. The Bug is built for power as much as stealth and can top out at 600 mph. Also I like how Batman and Nightwing have no issue outrunning a gravity well but the Bug, a vehicle that is built with an antigrav device that is literally how she flies has an issue escaping from a gravity well

just the fact that no one is allowed to upstage Batman, the Batman understudy, or the Joker and how obviously other heroes have to get nerfed to make this happen or how other villains have to get turned into Joker to make shit happen is just so… blatant

see the problem that i dont believe that the Joker has the influence or ability to coordinate shit on this level.

The USA needs to pay reparations to the people of Rapa Nui for the shit the Joker and the jokerized villains did

They can explain the jokerization shit in-universe all they want, they wont convince me that this wasnt an ass pull

Like why the fuck would being jokerized make all of these villains subserviant to the Joker and all work together instead of clashing and not wanting to be ordered around by this one Joker if they;'re all Joker man Harley Quinn looks so much better in an actual clown suit

also the Joker wants an heir so plans to fuck Harley, her consent is not an issue for him. I'd care more if she werent also a rapist

right.. Lex Luthor is president i think Oracle you use a wheelchair why is yer floorspace this cluttered?

anatomy

Oracle you can't hit your boyfriend just b/c yer upset. That's called abuse

also folks still debating about killing the Joker, who's currently dying of a tumor, when like between yall superhero and the USA penal system the Joker should have been sentenced to death ages ago. He's literally not insane, that insanity defense shit should not have worked for him the first time he got caught again after breaking out of Arkham

Nightwing, the Joker is literally a special case. With the sheer amount of his body count and the fact that the justice system has continuously failed with dealing with this asshole. If you dont want to kill him, that cool, just stay out of the way while other people kill him

The fucking slippery slope argument for not killing a dude who's got thousands of murders under his belt. Like… idk this is not the moral quandary that Nightwing is trying to make it out to be.

half way through Joker: Last Laugh like imagine if Nightwing tried that same argument to a crowd of people who've been victimized by the Joker or had a relative killed by him? He'd get mauled half to death like Jason did in Legends

[pumpkinsy0]

im the middle man of the stupidest most basic fucking highschool "drama" of my life so can i get some pony hcs of him dealing with smth like that?

heyyyyy srry for not resplying sooner!!! but i am

alive,,, i am back,,,

and omg?? at least ur gettin the real hs experience😭😭

•pony will always go to soda to talk about it, he feels free to do so bc technically he’s not involved w the drama at all, if he told darry it would turn into a “don’t get involved w that, that’s not what ur in school for” kind of lecture. not to say that soda doesn’t kinda do it but it’s more of a passing comment than anything else

•soda and darry were popular in school yet they were never rlly involved in drama like pony is, pony doesn’t have that kinda charm to stay out of trouble like they can, but he has enough likeability to not be at one of the end of drama, yknow what i mean?? that AND ppl know he’s a curtis bro so ppl just don’t wanna get a one way ticket to seeing how protective they r over pony, would soda and darry jump someone over pony??? unpopular opinion but i dont think they would for many different reasons, THE OUTSIDE WORLD DONT KNOW THAT THO so they keep pony at arms length

•god forbid the drama is w pony and 2 of his other school friends, at best he turns into a shitty messenger pigeon, being told to “tell ___ i said ____” but ending up not saying it to them, and the person finds out anyways from someone else. at WORST, pony has to pick a side, loyalty is big to pony so he tries not picking sides, sometimes tho??? he knowwwsss who’s in the wrong and distances himself away from em

•if its one of the gang though, like i said loyalty is a big thing, PLUS he in a way lives w some of em, if one of the gang is in deep trouble he stands ten toes down for em, he does it w a sigh and shakes his head, but still does it

•if u think ponys gonna b the one to try and quell the problem, ur WRONG!! hes just aboard for the ride, stepping in to stop ppl from fighting aint his strong suit, ofc if he feels like itll get outta hand he’ll try to do SOMETHING to stop em but typically??? its common in town so he doesnt care THAT much

•pony had smalllll issues w socs in school when he came back bc they thought bob didnt get his justice and since johnny was dead pony was the next best thing. it wasnt wide spread bc believe it or not bob wasnt wildly beloved, think of it like a “we all look like w gaf about each other but rlly we couldnt care less” american psycho type thing goin on there w half of those socs. but greasers had ponys back soooo nothing more than empty threats n glares

•first REAL big “this happened bc of me, kinda on my own here in this corner” drama pony found himself in was probably when angela tried to get him jumped, BUT EVEN THEN it wasnt rlly drama, there was a right and a wrong and most ppl sided w him anyways, so kinda short lived

•pony says he hates drama (bit of a lie, he doesnt HATE it just thinks its annoying) but hes a big gossiper, and he doesnt even realize it, “grrrrrr i wish u guys what shut up, but sureeeee tell me what he said in exact detail, word for word bar for bar, not that i care or anything🙄🙄🙄”

•noooooobody believes him when he says middle class kids r messsyyyyyyy, everyone says theyre chill but theyre NOT, theres beef between upper middle class kids who try to fit in w the socs and the lower middle class ones who try (keyword try) sticking together, its nottttt just greasers vs socs, the middle class has infighting BAD

•i say all this but genuinely, pony doesn’t pay attention to what happens in school, beyond classes (even IN class if it’s easy enough) he disassociates and couldn’t tell u who what who even though he’s been there for a good few years now, he finds out about a lot of things REALLLYYYY late, pony’s not THAT popular up to the point where ppl tell him everything that’s going on bc he isn’t rlly their force choice to do that w, everytime he’s put in the middle of something, it’s when that situation done boiled over, his friends have to fill him in and they’re like “where tf WERE u when this happened man cmon”

[thehopelessexception]

how can a person know everything at 18 but nothing at 22 (almost 24)

warning: im writing this while im on my period and eating ice cream.

i've been dissociating for what now? half a year maybe more. i dont recognize reality. i feel im floating in this sea we call society and i've been feeling the wilson of the story here. i assume everything that's happening around me is real, ofc. but that doesnt make it any less a convenient arrangement i build for myself to try to act like a real person and not freak out. i am feeling out of reality. like the part of the game where you let the sim on auto-mode. i am the sim on auto-mode. and i don't know how to stop this stage of oblivion.

to make a vague introduction, the thing with me is that im a living paradox of a full time contradiction. i am flamboyant but i hate being perceived. i like to speak up for myself but i hate people thinking about me because of it. i have my own process of how i understand things. i trust logic and i question everything. im quite skeptical over things when there's no empirical evidence. i seek for knowledge. critical thinking, data analysis and the whole stuff. i know myself. i sometimes look like i am too obnoxious, frivolous, morally corrupted (people have told me that), when i obsess over something —because i sometimes treat people like they are stupid (not my intention really)—; but probably the only thing im completely sure of is myself. i tend to be a confident person, to have an ego, to not let the guard down, to calculate every single move. and lately i am noticing myself being impulsive, insecure, nervous, weird, saying stupid shit, nonsenses, feeling small. and i don't know how to make it stop. the thing is i put my whole self-esteem backed up by my intelligence, however im not sure of anything anymore. i don't know if the reason behind not recognising myself lately is the fact i have somehow a new crush —or a new hyperfixation for that matter— or just the natural act of growing, also known as the quarter life crisis.

i have this thing where i hyperfix on random stuff, i've been like this my whole life. one of my friends even made a powerpoint of all the things i've been obsessed with over the years. and the issue here is that this things never last that much, or maybe they do? i actually never though about it. the most random ones i remember are probably me buying ice-cream cakes of this specific brand every week for two months. i also got obsessed with eating too many scrambled eggs all day every day for a very long time. then it was that turkish telenovela on an airing channel. then ofc succession, and it grew into watching every single movie kieran culkin was part of. the world cup. mbti —im intj by the way—. red white and royal blue (i watched it five times in a day), then nicholas galitzine —did yk he has a lineage that comes all the way from the romanovs?— and his entire filmography. and also politics, i got way into politics; election campaigns, follow up candidates, history, economy, the law, etc (my candidate lost tho) (we're succumbing to disgrace) (like literally we collectively, as a country, haven't had any kind of good news since then) (please help me). and etc etc. but the thing is, i also hyperfix on random people, or not so random i guess. it doesnt happen very often tho, im quite picky, but the procedure is this: i meet someone, they draw somehow my attention, i want to know everything about this person, i talk to this person a lot (medium to long term) (week to months), and then this person becomes my friend or i get bored and completely ignore them for the rest of my life and move on.

but this time is different, or im feeling it different. i find myself questioning everything i know and i was convinced of. i dont know if it has something to do with the fact that i met someone, probably the first person wise enough to make me question if i was ever correct about anything. maybe i am hyperfixating on this person, idealizing them. but it's truly amazing how much more data this person has about everything i know of. and right now i feel way too insecure, because even if this person told me they find me smart and they enjoy talking to me, i am always thinking that if i say something not completely fact-checked they'll think im stupid. it's absurd. it's a boohoo situation, i know. and it's a process im having about who am i, or what am i supposed to be. some months ago the whole context around my life changed or i think it changed? i dont know how to explain it, —i mean i know how but i would have to talk about other things not related to this (politics stuff, things happening in my country, etc). i'll probably will make a new post about it someday—. but the whole issue is, i dont know myself anymore. and everything is crumbling.

im afraid the person i build for myself it's a fraud. or doesnt exist anymore.

i remember myself at 18, and i was this marvellous whole person. independent, smart, focused, driven. that girl spent their whole days outside her house. did everything she wanted to. wasnt scared of anything. and i look at myself now and think how? the pandemic has a lot to do with it i guess, but when i first heard taylor saying that in nothing new i thought "that wont happen to me". guess what, i was wrong.

for my fellow girlies being 23 —in my experience— is exactly how they say it will be. the worst age of your life.

next month is my birthday and im pushing 24. and i have to say my life is a mess. but i dont know if i can call it a mess because it is truly a mess or because i am a complete drama queen. because people probably have worse problems than mine, and i am what you call a white girl, only poorer —and a third world country citizen—. the issue is, i am almost 24, almost 25. almost 27. ALMOST 30. and i did nothing with my life. absolutely nothing. my mom had me at 29 for god's sake.

and by nothing i mean everything i do is not enough to feel it worthy of a life well-lived. should i look for a job and work while studying just to say i am extremely occupied because i have somehow a life? just to feel something? even if that makes my stress situation and anxiety even worse? should i somehow save enough money so i can move from my parents house? even if for my whole generation it's close to impossible? is studying something i (kinda) like enough to not feel like shit about myself? i've never had a boyfriend, nor girlfriend. shoud i look for one? get myself one? even if i dont think any of that would make me happy? i dont think i know happiness as a state of mind, nor the concept of it.

i dont feel like i have many anecdotes to tell in my future. should i measure the life-worth by anecdotes? my friends feel the same way i do, but they have a more organized life. jobs, boyfriends, careers, plans for the future, one of my closest friends move to the other side of the world with her boyfriend (!) in the blink of an eye. but they aren't much happy nor they have many anecdotes either. and i dont have the money or the guts or the available friends to create any.

every day i understand fleabag a bit more.

my favourite anecdotes about my life are from when i was about 13 and 15 years, also known as the worst time of my life. i didnt appreciated it back then, probably none of us did. but when we were teens everything was possible and we didnt have a care on anything other than mundane stuff or rebellious stuff but nothing more than yelling at people, drinking and smoking weird shit (i never had weed tho). not a real responsibility. being careless, free, avoiding consequences that mattered. i think that girl hates me right now. and i am not sure if that's the feeling i should have or if it's just utterly pathetic.

[little-forest-goblin]

Be my baby!

Synopsis: Five moves into a new apartment. He has a neighbor that doesnt come out of her own apartment. Ever. What happens when he finally does?

(She doesnt ever leave the apartment because she has extreme agoraphobia)

Warnings: Agoraphobia, panic attacks, fear, alcoholism, PTSD, Mommy issues, Reader had been abused as a child and tooth rotting fluff

This took me forever but i did! i hope you like it!

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After the family separated some time ago five didn't quite know what to do with himself. Hell half of his world revolved around his family and now that suddenly that was taken away what was he supposed to do? you can't exactly blame him. No apocalypse to solve. No family to yell at and take care of. None. He was by himself and away from chaos. It was a little weird but he got the hang of it a little bit.

He found work at the CIA where he spent his days looking over evidence, files and foreign issues. He had to admit though it was better than the commision. The commission was a lot of senseless work. He was one of the many assassins that worked at that hell hole. He sometimes lay awake at night wondering how many innocent people he killed because they were deemed a danger to the timeline. The very timeline that was doomed to be destroyed anyway? What was the point in the end?

Usually when the thoughts got too bad he drowned his sorrows in a bottle, drinking to forget. He never could though. He never could decide if it was better to forget the ones he killed entirely or remember them so they can live on.

Another day, another swig.

He did his best to hide the alcoholism that he has drowned himself in from the others. It was hard though. His flask he kept hidden has almost been spotted a couple hundred times. It seems like he has gotten into this perpetual hangover that never seems to leave him alone. He knows it's his own fault but is it better to have a headache than to remember the horrible things he’s seen and done? He’s thinking too much now. Another swig.

He crashed at a homeless shelter for a while. He didn’t exactly know where to go and he would rather die than go to reginald and get money from him in this new reginald infested world. He eventually swallowed his pride and got himself to a bank to check if this new timeline even had his mark down on it.

He stepped up to the bank clerk. It was an older lady who looked around his mental age. She was wrinkling and her hair greying from the years on this earth. her hands typed away at the keyboard doing god knows what.

the old lady looked up at him from her computer behind her glasses. Her nose slightly wrinkled at him “can i help you young man?”

he had to fight the urge to give off any form of aggression. He couldn’t exactly blame her. He looked like shit. He had left his CIA job because it reminded him too much of the commission but he also might have been sort of fired after the CIA director saw his flask and noticed he reeked of alcohol a lot.

He doesnt wanna get into it.

“Yes, I'd like to check if I have an account” he said with a sort of forced voice of kindness.

the lady looked him up and down before fixed her glasses looking at her computer “Name” she said rather annoyed

his eye twitched “Five hargreeves” his voice a little on edge

she typed away on her computer “I see you do have an account. Money has been given to you from your father reginald hargreeves”

Five was kind of surprised the old man even gave him some money to work with. Then again he was surprised at a lot of things Reginald did.

He left that bank and started heading to the shitty motel he was staying in. He has been staying in a motel after he went behind on rent and got evicted.

When he got the motel he asked around about a library where he could possibly go to use the computers to look at apartments and possibly a new job.

~Timeskip~

a month later five had found an empty shop for sale that used to be a flower shop on the corner but went out of business after the old woman who worked there died and her daughter who had absolutely no passion for flowers couldn't keep the business afloat. Five had decided to make that place and make it into a coffee shop making good coffee.

He did this because he wanted no part in crime, death, or saving the world hundredth time over. He just wanted his retirement like he deserved. He made his coffee shop with what money Reginald gave and was moved into an apartment and now was gonna live his life. His way.

Five walked down the apartment hallway carrying one of the boxes from the rental truck. He held his apartment key in his hand. He got to the door and put the box down and started unlocking the door. As he did that he heard a jingling sound. He paused and turned to the noise. What he saw was an apartment door slightly cracked open and a pair of eyes staring at him from the dark opening.

His went wide as he paused in slight fear. Jesus that is not fucking normal. He could tell that this person peeking through was a woman “Um…hello mi-”

The door slammed before he could head over, making him jump halfway out of his skin. He looked at the door oddly before he decided against it and brought the box inside. “Weird lady”

The days following up after that day he has been busy with unpacking but his mind would wander to the mysterious door. He has never seen the woman behind the door. It was strange to say the least.

He began to notice as days went by that she never leaves her home. She is just always there. People came to her house and left bags of groceries for her and that’s usually the only visitor she ever has.

Five laid down to sleep on the couch after a long day of unpacking his mind, rampant and curious about the woman a few doors down. His eyes closed and he drifted away to dreamland.

Your POV

You made your bed perfectly neat. Sheets smoothed out, blankets soft, clean and folded neatly. Pillows fluffed and lovely. Everything is perfect. After spending so much time in your apartment you knew how to do things perfectly like this. Though it would be useless in the long run

You looked at the window and saw the sun and sky and the clouds above. The grass was beautiful and green but…it all felt so closing in. Your breathing tripped as you saw the vast land. “Anything bad can happen” your mother's voice says deep inside your mind.

You swallowed as you looked out farther and saw one of the apartment parking lots. It had mazes of cars all from residents or people who worked around here, visitors or just people in general.

You let out a shuddering breath and closed the curtains blocking some of the sun and the rest of the world out until you heard a small crash outside and a male voice making you jump out of your skin and gasp.

you whipped around and slowly and cautiously headed to your front door. You pressed your ear against the door, listening. Outside the door you heard a man outside. This wasn't one of the regular voices you would hear outside. No, this voice was different.

“Ow son of a bitch! Who leaves a toy car out in a hallway?” the voice grumbled in annoyance and slight stinging pain

You knew who the car toy belonged to. It was one of Janice’s kids. Janice was a single mother who had 3 kids and lived a few doors down from you. Her kids liked to play out in the hall with their toys and they must’ve left one of their tiny toys outside for someone to step on or slip on. You knew it was usually an accident. Sometimes those kids forgot their toys. They were young, what did anyone expect?

You swallowed. You looked through the peephole but it was dirty from the outside and you couldn't see who was there. You realized the only way you were gonna get a look at this new stranger was if you cracked the door. Your stomach filled with dread. You had to hype yourself up a little. Until you heard keys outside and you knew the man was about to enter his apartment and you were gonna miss your chance. You made a split second decision and cracked the door, turning off your light so he couldn't possibly notice. You peeked at the man.

Good god he was…he was good looking for sure. He had an air of someone who has been through a lot. His chocolate brown hair was neatly combed and styled to stay out of his eyes but to look nice. His eyes…oh his eyes a striking green that could pierce your very soul. His facial features were strong but some of it was soft too. He looked a little weary.

He must’ve felt you staring cause he turned his head to you and his eyes locked. Your eyes widened and you froze, not exactly knowing what to do.

when you saw he tried to come closer you closed the door immediately not even fully comprehending what he was trying to say. Good god…that was close.

From that day on you always watched him out of curiosity. With shaking hands you cleaned the outside of the peephole to be able to get a look at him or outside you would open the curtain slightly to watch him.

Was it a little creepy? yes but it wasn't like you were taking photos of him like a freak.

Then that would really be a call for concern.

End of your POV

Five came home after a long day at the cafe. It was a bit busy today but quite a profitable day. Either way he needed a drink and not the coffee kind.

He got to his door and took his keys out, careful not to spill the chinese takeout, about to open it up when he saw a brown box on the ground. He put his keys in his mouth and picked it up looking at it. He doesn’t remember ordering anything and low and behold it had the name y/n l/n on it. Who the fuck was that?

He brought it inside and set it on his counter. He set the bag of takeout he bought today on the counter as well. As he began opening the styrofoam box of takeout and munching on the noodles he bought his eyes drifted to the brown cardboard box. He set down the styrofoam box and went over to the package and looked at it. Who was y/n l/n?

He hasn't got quite situated with everyone yet. He hasn't met everyone except for the single mother a door down from him and her kids…and their stabby toys.

He sighed and just set the box in a safe spot. He was gonna figure it out tomorrow. For now he had a drink and did his routine and headed to bed. That box will be a problem tomorrow.

Your POV

Oh god! PANIC! Fives had your package. What were you supposed to do? you cant go out there and retrieve it..well you could but you couldn't!

That box had some important papers from your job! You needed those to be done and sent to your job ASAP!

End of your pov.

The next day five had his coffee completely forgetting about the package. It was a Saturday so he could rest easy today. He turned on the television flipping to whatever shitty show was on. He eventually settled for a corny romance show. He sipped his coffee as he got some breakfast.

Though he didnt wanna fully admit it the show was pulling at his heart in a way he hated. He watched with a bit of an ache in his chest as the man held the woman he loved and they exchanged words or love.

He thought of Dolores a little bit. Though he knew she was inanimate and not really his wife and he has now settled down and worked through his mind he still can't help but harbor some wanting of companionship.

As he ate his breakfast he looked over and saw the brown package remembering how it laid against the wall near his door. He stood putting his finished plate in the sink and went to the package. He picked it up and sighed.

Another wild goose chases to figure out to whom the package belongs too. Here we go again.

He headed down the small flight of stairs and towards the Landlords office. He knocked.

The man inside called to him “Yeah?”

five stepped inside to the manager's office. He stepped towards the landlord's desk package in hand. The landlord's office had shelves filled with random books that made him look important, papers strewn on his desk, a filing cabinet behind said desk and pictures of family on the walls. Seems as though he has a small amount of inadequacy issues and was more than likely lonely.

The landlord himself was an older man with a big greying beard and wrinkles on his face. Five looked at that man and sort of saw himself but in a different universe were the wrinkles on his own older face wasn't because 45 years in an apocalypse and a few years in a commission from hell but from years of life's wears and tears.

“Excuse me this package showed up at my door and it's not mine and I need to know who it is” five said, sliding the package to the man.

The older man looked at five and then squinted his eyes at the package before putting his reading glasses on. “Let me see here…oh.”

Five eyebrows furrowed “Oh what?” he looked between the old man and the package.

the old man looked at five, his readers still perched on his nose. “This package belongs to y/n l/n”

Five's eyes twitched but he tried his best to not get snappy at the obvious statement just uttered “Yes i know that but what room is it? Can they come retrieve it?”

the old man landlord shook his head and took off his glasses rubbing his eyes before his gaze returned to five “Sadly no. She can not get this package”

five made another face of confusion “Why not? Its not gonna kill them to come down here”

the landlord set the package down “Son it basically would”

five leaned on the counter “What's that supposed to mean?”

the landlord sighed “She is a shut in son. She won't leave her room for anything. I'm sure you have heard of her from the neighbors.”

again five had not met all the neighbors. He was far too busy with the cafe that runs well serving coffee and selling pastries. Luckily he had someone else that was working on the pastries cause he had burned one to many the first time he ever tried.

the last time he tried making a pastry he ended up burning the whole batch and almost his cafe. The people were ushered out so the place could air out and be cleaned.

Five looked at the landlord “No i didnt know that she was a shut in” he had a feeling he knew what room. He looked at the old man and with a voice of curious uncertainty he asked “This shut in you say, y/n l/n? she doesnt perhaps live on the second floor right?”

The old man landlord set the package down, sliding it back towards five. “Yes she does actually”

five nodded he was pretty sure he knew who this was “And this…room…does it so happen to be the one at the end of the hall? near my room specifically”

the landlord slid his chair to his filing cabinet and looked through to find y/n l/ns and looked back to five “Yes it is actually”

five nodded and took the package “Thank you for your help” he made his way to the door

the landlord's brows furrowed “Hey wha-“ he was not able to finish his sentence as five closed the door quickly.

Five made his way down the hall to the stairs barreling up them to the second floor. He passed by all the doors and made it to your door. which little did he know you were practically having a heart attack behind it.

He knocked on the door a little too eagerly. He really wanted to know who was watching him behind this door.

End of fives POV

You shrieked and backed away from the door falling onto your ass. You were panicking not knowing what to do. You tried to gather yourself but you froze when you heard your handle being turned.

you gasped and scrambled and grabbed it trying to keep it from opening, having forgotten to lock it or it might have been jostled. But alas it was useless he was stronger than you and your door was opened.

you backed away from the door, frozen in place. Five looked at you with squinted eyes. He couldn't see you very well with the darkness of your apartment. He was about to speak when you bolted off down your hallway towards your bedroom.

He was frozen for a second before coming after you “hey!” he yelled after you as you barreled into your room. In hindsight this was probably the worst way to approach you but…you wouldn't have if you had any say.

you were backed into a corner as he tried to get closer trying to calm you down as you screamed for him to leave.

you threw objects at him that you could grasp “Get out! get out! why are you here!?”

for the most part he dodged the objects. “Hey hey! calm down! I just have your package mixed up! i-“ he made a strangled noise as a book hit him in the face and a pain shot through his nose. He felt a warm liquid and a coppery smell. His nose was bleeding a little.

You were about to hit him. “Okay, ma’am!” he grabbed both your wrists tight enough to label you incapacitated and yanked you forward a little into a ray of light that shined through a messed up blind in your window. It shined on your face and he saw you better.

you gasped as he pulled you forward making you closer to a human than you have been in years and especially to someone you have been watching for a long time. a slight redness in your cheeks catching.

His eyes widened a little at the sight of you before they softened slightly but were still up in guard "I'm not going to hurt you” he softly and slowly said “okay?”

you wordlessly looked up at him with a stunned look nodded

he nodded with you as if confirming what you said to himself “I am going to let go and if i do do you promise to chill out?”

you thought for a minute before nodding. Five nodded and slowly released your wrists. You backed up into the corner quickly to keep some distance

“hey, hey! remember im not gonna hurt you…calm down” he said softly and slowly again

you swallowed looking at this man “What are you doing in my house?”

he gently reached over and picked up your package that had been left at his door “This got mixed up”

your eyes widened “my package!”

he held them out to you and you cautiously reached out and grabbed it from him

everything was silent for a moment before you broke it “thank you” you avoided eye contact like the plague.

he smiled softly “Your welcome.”

a silence hung through the apartment before he was about to leave. Your hearts ped up at the prospect of him leaving and not in a good way. You spoke up before you could even think. “Wait!”

he turned back to you his eyes brow raised “What?”

…

“Would you like to have some tea?” you blurted out. Now you feel stupid.

~Timeskip~

That's how five ended up here sat in front of you with a teapot and teacups sat in front of you with a plate of cookies (or biscuits depending on where you come from).

He looked at you as you were huddled in your chair as if you were afraid but you seemed relaxed. Like it was a safety cocoon. He watched you pour the tea.

A silence hung as you poured your own tea and then sat the teapot down. Five looked at his tea. It was nice looking and more than likely not poisoned. he looked back up but jumped a little when he saw holding a little bowl with mini tongs with sugar cubes inside it

he relaxed and chuckled to himself “No im quite alright”

you furrowed your brows “The tea is strong i advise you take some”

he shook his head “No really”

you shrugged and set it down nearest to him. you used the tongs and put two cubes in yours knowing how strong the liquid was. It was dark in color and had an earthy smell to it. You often used the tea bags to rid of any of your under eye bags just like your grandma would.

Often you didn't care for it but for nostalgia purposes it put a smile on your face.

Five looked at you as you sipped your tea and then back at his cup before sipping his. He made a sputter. That was very earthy.

You chuckled as you sipped your tea as he reached for sugar.

…

“mine tasted great” you decided to mention

“I know yours tastes great!” he halfheartedly and jokingly yelled

you laughed until you snorted a little “I told you it wasn't gonna taste good if you didn't put some sugar in!”

he plopped in a couple cubes “Yeah but i didnt think it would kill me!”

“It isn't killing you!”

“Yes it is!”

“It isn't like coffee! That's why it's called tea and coffee is called coffee! These are simple things!”

You laughed at this little conversation and that's when he noticed your laugh. It was nice. It was a little more free unlike most people who dull their laugh because they are afraid of snorting or think it's ugly. But you just didn't care. Free from the rule of embarrassment.

He sipped his tea “Much better”

it made you smile. It's been a very long time since you had company. For obvious reasons you knew why you didn't have company over. You didn’t exactly go out so what did you expect?

You and him had some amount of silence but slowly conversation began to pick up. It started with your home that was surprisingly cleaner than he thought it would be. You stayed in your home all the time so he thought it would be a hoarding house but there is only the natural clutter of a home that's being lived in. from there conversations picked up more and more and slowly you became more relaxed.

As you spoke to him about a funny story you had about a movie you enjoyed he had a burning question. When he was in your bedroom and he was trying to calm you down as you panicked. He had to know why there was so much fear in your eyes.

Yes he understood he broke into your home but the fear in your eyes looked different. He has been around long enough and he has seen many things and he has been around damaged people like himself before to know when something is deeper than it is.

“Can I ask you a question?” he asked softly, cutting you off a little which made you furrow your brows.

“Oh sure” you said with a smile

“Why were you so scared?” he asked softly

you paused for a moment. Your teacup stops halfway between your lips. The memory flashing of five trying to calm you down as he came towards you but it kept wavering between reality and past. He kept morphing into your mother with a red angry face. You tried to grasp reality at that moment. Before he pulled you to him, making you look at him, really look at him. Your mothers face dissipated and you saw five’s kind eyes who were trying to make you quit panicking.

Five noticed your eyes dulling a little he internally panicked for a minute. “You don’t have to tell me” he said softly

you shook your head discarding the memory “No no its alright. I don't wish to talk about it. It just…brought bad memories is all”

he nodded before picking up his cup and sipping the tea. A silence hung over them before he looked over at the plate of cookies (or biscuits) “Did you make those?” he asked

you looked over “hm? oh those? Yes, I did. Freshly made.”

he made a face of curiosity “may i?”

you nodded “Of course. What did I set them out for? My health?”

he chuckled and picked one up. They were pink in color and soft. They smelled faintly of strawberry and had a nice thin layer of white frosting on the top.

he bit into it and he swore he bit into heaven. He made a sort of moan of delight “Oh man…that's good. What is it?”

you smiled, your face lighting up. A compliment for baking from someone else? that made your heart feel warm in a way it hasn't before “Strawberry cheesecake cookie! It's a personal favorite of mine. I know how to bake plenty more cookies” you smiled sweetly

he swore his cheeks reddened at sight of your blushing face. You were all embarrassed with the fact the handsome man across from you had paid a compliment. He swallowed the next bite he had taken and he cleared his throat looking away for a minute.

You looked away too. You pulled yourself together “M-more tea?” you mentally cursed at your stutter

“Yes yes please” he had to quickly said

At the end of day he had to go home to his apartment. He went to the door “Thank you for having me. Sorry about uh…earlier.”

you made a little joking pfft sound and waved it off “Water under the bridge now”

he chuckled and scratched the back of his neck. He opened the door to leave. As he left and said goodbye he noticed you stepped back from the door as it opened. Your face holds a slight discomfort when looking outside.

he shrugged it off thinking maybe he was a little loony and went to his apartment door. He took his keys out and unlocked his door and pushed it open but not without taking a glance at your door. He smiled softly at your closed door and walked into his home gently closing the door.

You were smiling ear to ear and your heart raced as you thought of the time you had. You were cleaning up the mess you and he made at the table. You felt like you were on cloud 9.

Timeskip

You had been so happy to have someone in your home after having had little to no contact with human beings but you were pretty sure you were never going to have that again. Until you heard a knock on the door

you went to open it a crack and there five stood. He had slight red on his cheeks and was holding a pastry box from his coffee place. Inside had double chocolate muffins inside, one of his best sellers from the baker.

you went wide eyed and opened it letting him in.

he smiled “I thought you’d like one”

your heart soared

From then on he would come and visit all the time when he got the chance to. You and him even exchanged numbers to talk. As you and he talked you and his friendship grew and as the friendship grew, it started to become more.

You were getting giddy everytime he came by or even texted. He started looking at his phone every few minutes wondering if you texted back or asked him to come over.

You and him talked about movies and music and media and all that but despite all that he wondered what your past was. What was it when you fell asleep during movies and woke up gasping, what made you keep your blinds closed so tightly, what caused your Agoraphobia.

this will come to light.

He came to your house one day cause you and him were going to try baking today. Well he was being taught more like it.

You and him were in the kitchen laughing, throwing flour at each other. You and him eventually had to clean up. He let you go shower first.

He walked around your apartment looking at all the things. He went to a small hallway table that was oddly bare. He never did notice that at first. He looked to the door where the bathroom was hearing the water going

he swallowed softly just thinking of you. Your body under the water the soap cascading. God why now. He looked back at the table trying to get rid of the thoughts and opened the drawer just out of curiosity. Inside was the usual. batteries, random opened mail, old car keys.

He chuckled seeing the old car keys considering that you just never went outside. He moved it around until he came upon colg glass of a picture frame. His brows furrrowed and he took it out and looked at it. It was of an older woman with a scowl and a young you who looked sad. His brows furrowed nd before he could think any fuether he heard you call to him

“Five!” you called to him from the bathroom. The water had been turned off and only faint dripping was heard.

he yelled to you “Yeah!?” he quickly put the photo back. “Whats up?”

“Can you get me a towel? I forgot to grab mine. They are in my closet!”

he smiled “Alright ill grab it!”

he made his way into your bedroom. He went to your closet and opened it his eyes widened at the mess. Dear god it was horrible in here! He searched for the towel until he came upon a duffel bag. His eyes kept training onto it despite knowing he should get the towel and go.

He found the towel but curiousity got the best of him. He set the towel down and opened the duffel. Inside he saw old items. The smell of dust and nostalgia hit his nose. Inside he saw an old plushie, a blanket and a journal as well. The journal was old but kept in good condition. It had a few stickers on it

He opened it up and realized it was a journal from when you were little. As he read page after page his face slowly began to drop. His heart sinking to his stomach as he kneeled there reading your childhood journal.

Your POV

You were wondering what was taking him so long to get you that towel. You eventually just stepped out of the tub. You searched for a towel and low and behold lucky you it was under your sink. You smiled.

You walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel “Hey five its okay you dont gotta get me the to-“

your eyes widened seeing the open journal in his hand. His eyes are going to you immediately. His eyes are soft, almost in pain from what he read has happened to you.

Years of suffering written by little you and documented onto paper. Years of physical harm and brainwashing documented onto paper.

you swallowed you felt dread boil within. You didnt expect him to look through your journal like that. “Five what the fuck!”

fives eyes went from soft to panic. He closed the journal “y/n im sorry i-“

“you don't just go snooping around in my stuff! I don't care how long we have been friends, you don't do that!”

five stuttered for a minute trying to find the right words to say and fix this

“Get out five!” you felt betrayed and hurt and so embarrassed and ashamed.

fives eyes widened “y-you dont mean that.”

“I do…get out”

five swallowed and set your journal down and silently walked out. The door closed behind him and you broke down. your eyes closed and tears fell. Sobs wracked your body.

For the next few days you felt alone again. You felt to much shame to actually talk to him about this and so much anger at the fact he looked through your stuff.

you felt ahame for what has happened to you in the past. You knew you didnt have to but something about it made you just…feel so much. You didnt like how much you had to feel in this moment.

Multiple days went by and you constantly checked the texts determining wether if you should or shouldnt. At one point you looked at his messages and you began to just bawl.

The apartment was to quiet now and not filled with laughter. Your heart was hurting being away from him. You have grown so close to him. He was your only friend.

In five’s apartment he wasn't doing any better either. He wanted to go to you and all he needed was a simple green light to get to you. One word and he would be there. He…needed you. He didnt have much in this world other than his family. He wanted someone close to him. You were that woman.

Five came out of his apartment deciding that he wanted to go for a walk to clear his mind until he heard your sobs. His mind went on alert and he went to your door knocking frantically “Y/n?!”

nothing.

he knocked frantically again “Y/n?!” he yelled louder his heart hurting and pounding rapidly. When he got nothing back but your sobs he reeled back and kicked the door in.

the door slammed against the wall and you screamed as he did it. You cried hard. You couldnt handle the lonlieness between these walls anymore. The fear and the memories of the past that helped confine you to this space. “Leave me alone!!! Leave me alone!!!”

five swallowed seeing you in this state. Your journal open halfway through. You had been looking back and were now breaking down. Your living conditions were just a factor to the breakdown.

Five rushed over and tried to pull your hands away from your eyes “Y/n! Stop please!”

you shook your head, tears streaming down your face as gut wrenching sobs came from you. “Why would you wanna look at me!! Im just some shut in freak who cant handle even looking out the window!!” you tried to rip your hands and wrists from his grip

five struggled to try to get you to look at him “Y/n! Please look at me!! Look at me damn it! You're not a freak! I get it the worlds scary bu-“

he couldn't get through to you like this. You were breaking down right in front of him and it was painful to watch as you sobbed your pain into the world. His heart clenched. as you tried to rip your hands and wrists away again five quickly moved your wrists away and pulled you close forcing you to look at him.

your sobs gently caught tears still streaming down your face. Yiur struggle having stopped

His eyes were soft “y/n…i dont think of you as a freak. You have been hurt, badly hurt. None of this is your fault. It's okay y/n. Im right here”

you looked at him his words sinking in. Your head going into his neck as you cried. His hands gently guiding your arms around him and his arms going around you and his hand into your hair gently massaging “I know, baby. I know.”

~Timeskip~

you had fallen asleep in his arms and he gently brought you to your bedroom and laid you down. He saw the duffel bag open and your journal. He picked up the duffel and the journal, storing it away in the closet. Storing away what caused your memories of pain.

he was gonna walk out the bedroom to get water but he heard your voice tiredly say “Dont leave me, five. Stay in my home with me”

he smiled “Im not leaving you. Im right here” he took your hand and gently rubbed it with his thumb until you were back to sleep.

He went to get water and that's when he noticed something he doesn't ever remember. He saw that you had a balcony that you blocked off with a large blanket like it was a window.

he got an idea.

When you awoke you found five sitting by your bed. “Five?” you groggily said while sitting up.

he smiled and took your hand “Good morning” his thumb brushed over your knuckles.

“You actually stayed” you said a little shocked

he chuckled “Of course i stayed”

After you got a little bit cleaned up he led you down the hall of your apartment room "Five why are you leading me? What did you do?” nervousness settled in the pit of your stomach

he chuckled at all your questions and nervousness “Just trust me” he led you into the living room where the blanket was pulled down and the light shined inside and showed the outside world. The beauty of the sun and the green grass. The door to the balcony was open.

You gasped and ripped away and hid behind a wall. You hyperventilated. Outside is where the bad was. You could hear your mothers voice telling you all about the bad that happens outside and why staying inside is a good thing.

Five followed and looked at you with concern. His eyes softened and he came to you and put his hand on your cheek “I know…it's scary…but you have to stop letting her rule your everyday life. She ruled it when you were younger. Do you qant her to just continue? I just want to help you”

you looked at him. You could see all the care and concern. The desire to help and..something more. You swallowed gently peeking over the wall at the balcony where the outside world lay in waiting.

Fives hand slid to your own and gently grasped it and he slowly and carefully began to lead you till you were at the threshold. The warmth of the sun only slightly beats onto your skin, not enough until you cross the threshold. Nervousness pounded in your stomach and body. You looked at five and he looked at you. He gently tugged you

“Come on. Its okay.” he gently said

you swallowed and closed your eyes crossing the threshold into unmarked territory. you felt the warmth of the sun beat onto you and a slight breeze and the smell of fresh plants and the song of birds so clearly.

five laughed softly until it became loud “You did it! Open your eyes y/n!! You did it!”

your eyes slowly opened and you looked out at the world beyond the four walls you confined yourself. You saw beauty in nature and in the world around. Your mother has been proven wrong. Something bad wasn't just gonna happen if you stepped outside.

Five laughed and hugged you tightly as you stared with wide eyes “i did…” you quietly said

From that day forward little by little you were exposed to the outside world. Everyday you and five were stronger and closer. Your heart flew when he was near and his heart thumped like a band when he was with you.

The outside world was so beautiful and wonderful. The grass, the plants, the sun. It was something you wish you looked at earlier instead of letting fear take over your find and destroy your happiness.

On a bright sunny day he was going to finally get you to step outside into pure grass and flowers and look at the bushes for bugs and birds and show you wonderous nature things but the second you tried to step out the door one of the people from inside shoved her out the way far to hard knocking her down

you looked shocked “Hey!?”

The guy who was walking to his car stopped and turned, giving you an ugly sneer on his old angry face. “Watch what you're doing next time, Bitch.”

Your face dropped into shock. You haven't exactly had to deal with these types of people.

Five's body flew into a protective rage. He saw your face and his heart hurt and how disheartened you were. He flew into a rage and approached the guy “The fuck is your problem!? maybe an excuse would've been nice at the very least! You sont have to fucking shove someone because you feel entitled!!”

The man and five began to argue and fight. Your breathing picked up as the world around you morphed. It morphed and so did five and the rude man. You saw your dad and mom. They were fighting. You remember huddling in the corner as they screamed and threw things at each other and hurt each other.

Your hands began to shake. When five turned to you it wasn't five it was your mothers. You gasped your heart in fear and your face paling. You picked yourself up and ran back to safety. You barreled up the stairs.

Five pushed the guy away and ran after you calling your name. Your heart thumped in your ears and fear made you sick to your stomach.

He almost got you but you got into your apartment and slammed the door and locked it. You were shaking so bad. Your eyes wide and bugged out. you slid to sit on the floor head between your hands trying to block the noise as five knocked on the door.

He knocked over and over again “Y/n come out please! Please, it's gonna be alright! I'm sorry I didn't mean to fight. It's okay whatever you see is not real!”

but his words were futile. The knocking was too loud and almost sounded like banging. His voice wasn't his own; it was distorted and overlapped with your mothers words that juxtaposed his.

you tried to block it out, tears streaming down your face until something bubbled up inside and you just…screamed. loud, scared, terror, bloodcurdling, relief feeling.

Five's body froze as he heard you scream. He thought maybe you might hurt yourself or might have already done it.

You sat frozen looking at the wall. As five broke in, kicking the door in so he can be with you.

Once the door broke he was quickly on the floor in front of you taking your head in his hands babbling apologies over and over. He held you close his hand in your hair “Im sorry…im so sorry i shouldnt have gotten into that fight…i should’ve known”

you shook your head as you hugged back “No…its okay. I think it just all became too overwhelming. You're okay… im…”

you realized something you haven't said to yourself in a while. “Im…im okay”

five smiled softly “Good” he whispered and held you closely his heart syncing with yours

A few days go by and you haven't left the apartment. To be honest you just felt embarrassed by what happened and a little bit ashamed. You knew you shouldn't have to but you did.

five texted you the whole time trying to get you to come out but…you just couldn't after that.

Until one day you heard him calling your name and it wasn't from the front door. It was from the balcony. Your eye brows creased. He does know there's a thing called a front door right?”

you went to the balcony and opened it up and stepped out onto it albeit a little cautiously like something was gonna jump out. you looked around until you saw down below five was there with a bouquet of flowers and a ring?

“Five what are you doing?” you smiled softly, your cheeks going into a blush.

He looked up at you and smiled, his eyes lit with joy seeing you and something in his eyes you can now pin as love. “Y/n, i love you. I have for a very long time. I want you to be my girlfriend. Be my baby!”

your heart quickened surely this was a dream right. He wouldn't want to be with you right? Something damaged and scarred “Are you…are you sure?”

he smiled softly “More than sure”

your breathing picked up but this time it wasn't because you were scared. No, it's because something good was gonna happen and it was happening outside. Your brain clicked and you rushed out the door. You barreled down the hall and barreled down the stairs passing by the landlord who looked confused and shocked.

You pushed open the door that led to the back of the building where the balconies would be. There five stood he opened his arms and you ran right into it “I love you too five”

he smiled and enclosed his arms and looked sown at you. “You mean that?”

you smiled “I mean it” your eyes fell to his lips and back to his eyes. You knew this was bold and something you haven't done before but you kissed him. You kissed him tenderly, your lips moving with his. He was shocked before he melted into the feeling that just felt so right.

his hand came to the back of your head and he smiled into the kiss. He wanted to rewrite your scars, he wanted to be your one and only, he wanted to hold you tight, he wanted to be there when you needed him most. You wanted to do that exact same for him. You wanted to get better for iim, love him like he loved you, be his one and only, you wanted to be in his arms and hold him in your own.

You and him broke the kiss and his forehead laid onto yours as the sun beat down on both of you “I love you y/n. Dont ever think i dont”

you smiled “I love you to, five. I always will. Thank you for staying with me through it all”

he smiled love and care laced in his look “Dont thank me. Don't thank me for something that should be done in the first place. Staying with you through it all is the bare minimum. I will show you more than the bare minimum in this lifetime. I will bring you happiness.

you smiled “and i will do the same for you” you kissed him again which he this time happily reciprocated

Eventually you worked at the bakery with him replacing the other baker who was not fired but in fact got a job at a high end bakery. Love was put in the baked goods and time and energy too just like you and his relationship. You wore that promise ring on your finger everyday without fail and five had one matching yours on his.

You and him, even through the ups and downs, the good, the bad, the good times and bad times, stayed together wrapped in each other's love, comfort and harmony. You and him proved everyone who has had a lover leave them over the small thing absolutely stupid and proved love can and shall perceiver

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Hey guys! Sorry this took a long time. I have bedn working on this story for a long time. Also I procrastinated a little! My bad yall! But dont worry cause now i can work on some other stories sent to me by request and i can finally do the ones from the pole! Thank you guys for sticking by! I love you to be safe out there! 😘 💋