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artbyeloquent · 3 years ago

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Hill to Die On: A WIP Novel by Eloquent

[ image id: eight images in a square grid collage surround the title; a gravestone, blood-drenched hands, a snarling dog’s teeth, a magem david laid across a siddur prayer book, a cityscape at night, a decaying hallway, a silhouette on a dark street, and an autumn forest path. ]

A GRUESOME SMILE snaked across his face. “Isn’t it romantic?” he crooned. “How close to death we all are?” His fingertips dragged down his eyelids and cheeks, but the smile remained. “I don’t have a lot of time left, Rimon. Best use it wisely.”

RIMON exorcises ghosts for a living. At least, that’s the cool way of putting it. They’re more of a glorified ghost therapist. But it’s a relatively quiet job in the chaotic industry of spirit intervention, and they wouldn’t trade it for the world. Unfortunately, they don’t have much choice when their coworker returns from a hunt erratic and disturbed. Rimon is thrust headfirst into a dangerous mystery they want no part in, but they no longer have a choice. Do they have what it takes to lead their team into the eye of the storm, before it swallows Boston whole?

Hill to Die On is a contemporary paranormal thriller written through the lens of Jewish characters, spirituality, and daily life.

content warnings: death, blood, gore, possession, existential crisis and existentialism, ghosts, demons, combat/severe wounds. [more to add later]

pov: third person limited omniscent

status: outlining/first draft

themes: the many ways to be Jewish, spirituality, existentialism, found family workplace, processing grief/trauma/death, what it means to be human, strength in community, facing your demons (literally), resisting cultural/religious assimilation, generational healing

CHARACTERS [ main and secondary ]

RIMON | 44, nonbinary, aroace, they/them | Rimon is an Intermediary in the Department of Inter-Planar Relationships. They deal with low-level spirit conflicts such as minor hauntings, possessions, and hauntings of unfinished business. They are a laidback individual with a dry wit and easy contentment with their position in life. They are Ashkenazi and identify with conservative Judaism.

DEV | late 40s, cis woman, aro pansexual, she/her | The Head of Rimon’s department. Bitter, no-nonsense, only cracks a smile when the stars align, but extremely close with Rimon. She is Mizrahi and identifies culturally with Judaism but doesn’t believe in G-d.

JAKE | mid 30s, cis man, heterosexual, he/him | A cocky top Neutralizer from the Department of Emergency Management and Control. He has a good heart but no respect for his elders. He is Ashkenazi and identifies with reform Judaism.

YAEL | mid 30s, nonbinary, bisexual, xe/xem/xir | Rimon’s second in command on their team. Way more high strung and easily stressed than Rimon, xe has a hard time “taking a chill pill.” Xe identifies with “conservadox” Judaism.

ARIEL | late 20s, trans man, panromantic asexual, he/him | Resident freeloader of Rimon’s Intermediary team. Horrible at desk work but great in the field. He is Sephardic and identifies culturally but not all that religiously with Judaism. Still gets into existential debates with Rimon for fun.

TAMARA | 34, trans woman, heterosexual, she/her | Rimon’s little sister and the wild one of the siblings. Always sticks her nose in Rimon’s business even if she’s not an Intermediary. Kicks their ass into action when they Just Don’t Wanna.

SIMON | 40, cis man, bisexual, he/him | Often mistaken for Rimon’s twin, the pair of them make each other more chaotic than necessary. Incredibly overprotective of Tamara, who could not care less. More excitable than his older sister and more family-oriented than either of his siblings. Has no idea what to make of what’s going on.

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clonecaptains · 4 years ago

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Space Oddity | a poe dameron x reader fic

rating: m - sexual themes; phone sex; slight angst with a happy ending

word count: 2.5k

summary: You’re Poe’s assigned communications officer - and during his latest mission you make some discoveries about each other.

a/n: Heavily inspired by the song Space Oddity by David Bowie, hence the title ;)

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SPACE ODDITY

“Alright Commander Dameron! You ready?”

“As I’ll ever be!” Poe’s voice comes in cheery through the comms. There’s a touch of static, as always when you talk to him.

You’re his assigned communications officer. COMMO for short. Commo #7 is your official call sign. You’ve been with the Resistance since the beginning; you’ve risen in the ranks due to your efficiency of your job and hard work. It’s not been easy; you’ve lost loved ones – family. Everyone around you has. Commo #6 lost her mother. Commo #8 lost his brother. Loss hangs in the air like dust floating in the sunlight. There’s always hope #6 says – but your heart is full of worry for the man you love.

But you can’t let him know that.

Your job is to direct pilots from point A to point B. Sometimes the comm officer is the only voice the pilot has on long lonely missions. A partnership forms, each pilot learns their comm officers voice and they listen for them when all the voices can become jumbled during battle over the comm channels. Their officer can be a guiding light in the dark.

You’ve lost pilots, most comm officers have. It’s the hardest part of the job.

Each officer has a screen they sit in front of in the comms center. There’s a map and readouts of the situation. Each officer’s assigned pilot has readouts and vitals displayed. Items vary from position, fuel, even the pilot’s heartrate.

It’s personal.

Hearing your assigned pilot lose their life is the hardest thing to experience.

You’ve built up a wall.

A wall that one Poe Dameron has been chipping away at for months now.

“Put that helmet on, and I’ll run your diagnostics again!”

“But it messes up my hair,” he’s pouting playfully. You can tell. You know his every emotion. You can tell with every voice inflection, every snicker. Even when he’s silent you know what he’s saying. You’ve fallen in love with him – the constant intimate nature of your role has given you a bond you weren’t anticipating.

“Poe,” you laugh. “Put it on. Then you’re all set.”

“Why don’t you come make me?” he teases.

“Maybe because you’re on an entirely different system?” you laugh back. “Now I know why no one wants to work with you,” you jab playfully.

“That was one time!” he pouts. His voice sounds clearer, he’s obviously put the helmet on.

“You know everyone was jealous when I was assigned to you,” you continue you on. You can hear his ship roar to life. He’s getting ready for takeoff. “But you’re so damn hardheaded,” you tease. He’s learned your voice too.

“When I get back, I’m gonna march right over to the comms center and-“

“And you’ll what? You don’t know what I look like.”

You chose it this way. You’ve chosen to sacrifice your crush for the sake of his life. Feelings can’t get in the way. He’s the best pilot the Resistance has. You can’t let something like your crush ruin it.

But he thinks otherwise.

“Baby, I’m in love with you,” his voice sounds musical over the comms.

“Poe, you’ve never seen my face. How can you be?”

“I know you love me too,” he says. His ships engines roar and he’s in the atmosphere of the system.

“I’ve told you; I don’t want you to see me.”

“But I want to see you smile,” his voice is quiet.

“I don’t want to talk about this right now, besides, you have a fuel leak you need to be aware of-“

“My ship knows the way to go,” he grumbles over you and there’s a loud abrupt sound of static and the line goes dead. You can still see the layout on your screen, Poe’s on the right course for home. His heartrate is up a little – he’s angry. He’s hung up on you.

You don’t blame him really. You’ve not been entirely fair to him.

When you joined the Resistance, you were in a relationship with a pilot. The obvious choice was for you to be their comms officer – but when they died early in the war it left you scarred. You had multiple assignments since and built up that wall.

It’s been years now since then, and Poe crept his way into your heart. You weren’t planning on it. And as your relationship grew, the more you began to back away. You liked the safety net of anonymity. Of course, you’d seen him around, but you’d never actually met face to face. In the long months of being his comms officer you’ve never seen one another up close.

That drove him wild. At first, he liked that he didn’t know, it became a thrill – a chase. But the more he searched, the more you wanted to pull away – and the more you fell in love with him. To be wanted so much was killing you inside. All you could think of was what if he was disappointed?

“Won’t you give me the chance to find out?” he’d ask you. You’d always change the subject.

When he realized you were scared, he laid low. He reminds you regularly though that he wants to see your face.

Now, you know you’ve upset him. Since he’s closed the channel between you, he doesn’t want to talk. You can only hope BB8 tells him about the fuel leak.

Too angry to sit there at your console and worry, you take a comm link with you to get a meal at the cantina.

You know he’s angry, and you’re angry at yourself.

You eat in silence, which you hate. Most of the time you don’t mind a quiet meal. But knowing Poe is angry at you is loud in your mind.

The commlink in your pocket has remained quiet and static free. You look around the cantina seeing other pilots and various officers chatting together. You recall seeing Poe in here on several occasions, often laughing with friends. His smile lights up a room.

He was always looking for you – but you never actually saw him look your way. That’s why you can’t help but want to deny him seeing your face. It would save you both disappointment.

Losing your appetite, you trudge back to your station. You pass by a window and see that it’s dark out now. Most of the comms officers have retired to their sleeping quarters. If this were a mission with a lot of pilots, you’d be joined by them in the comms area. But since Poe is on this mission alone, it’s just you.

The comms station is dark – except for your screen. The blue light illuminates the dark space. As you approach, it’s not only a blue light – but red. A red light is flashing. There’s something wrong.

“Commo 7 to black leader! Can you hear me? Answer me!”

All you hear is static. He’s still got his comms switched off.

Hurriedly you sit down and see what you can read on your screen. His vitals are fine, but his heartrate has spiked – he’s stressed. Clearly. His flight pattern is erratic and unusual, that fuel leak has caused problems as you feared. One of his engines has malfunctioned and he’ll have to land so BB8 can work on it. The biggest problem is Poe doesn’t have anywhere to land. He’s in deep space – in an asteroid field.

That’s why he hasn’t picked up.

There’s nothing you can do but to watch his heart rate rise and watch his ship maneuver through the asteroids hurling at him.

Your heartrate has risen, ice cold fear pumps in your veins. You watch in horror. You can’t do this again.

Suddenly his voice cuts in, it’s loud and you hear alarms blaring inside his X-Wing. He’s talking to BB8.

“Buddy, listen,” Poe’s voice is panicked and sad. “If I don’t make it back and you do, you gotta tell her.”

You lean forward in your seat. Tell me what?

“Tell her I love her, ok?”

BB8 beeps in response.

You watch the screen as the X-Wing approaches a large asteroid, you close you eyes tight. Tears fall from your eyes; you don’t want to watch him die.

The alarms blare in your ears, screen flashing red.

Then, it stops.

Poe manages to land inside the large asteroid. You watch his heart calm on the monitor. There’s still a fuel leak and that engine issue needs to be fixed immediately.

“Black leader to Commo 7, do you read me?” His voice sounds stressed, and he’s out of breath.

It feels so intimate to hear his voice now after his declaration, you weren’t sure if you were supposed to hear it.

“Poe! Thank goodness you’re ok!” you gasp. “Tell BB8 to get to work on that engine right this second.”

“He’s on it,” Poe sighs, still catching his breath.

“Poe?” you voice is small, you know that. But you have to know. “You really love me?”

“You heard that?” he lets out a soft chuckle. “Thank you for noticing this time,” he laughs.

You wince. You think back to the times he’s told you he loves you, he did earlier. You thought it was in jest, not reality.

“I’m sorry,” you admit. “I lost a pilot…one I was in love with – I didn’t want to lose you either. I do love you; I love you so much Poe.”

He’s quiet for a moment. You see his heart spike a little. Happy.

“When you come back, we can meet. But you have to promise me you won’t be disappointed?”

“I won’t be,” he laughs.

“I’m going to stay on here with you until BB8 gets everything taken care of. How long do you think?” you ask.

“It should be awhile,” Poe’s voice has extra static, he obviously took off his helmet. “Tell me a story. I want to hear your voice. I’m sorry I turned off the comms. I didn’t understand why you didn’t want to let me see you.”

“I’ll spend the rest of my life apologizing to you,” you whisper. Shaking your head, you decide to change the subject – but to a better one. “Do you still have your gloves on Poe?”

Pause.

“Yeah?”

“Take them off.”

“Okay?”

“Is BB8 still outside?” you ask. You see Poe’s heart spike a little. He’s excited, even if he doesn’t know exactly why.

“Yeah�� sweetheart…what are you up to??” he laughs.

“This fantasy I’ve had, good way to kill time? Don’t you think?”

“I don’t – I don’t understand,” Poe laughs again. His heart rate spikes again.

“You’re alive, I don’t want to waste another moment. I’ve been foolish.”

“You’re just shy, sweetheart.” If you could see you, you imagine he would have winked. “It’s ok to be scared,” he says, his voice taking a more serious tone. “I was scared I’d die out here and never see your face.”

“Poe-“

“Ma’am?”

“Unzip your flight suit.”

You’d do anything to see Poe writhe inside his X-wing. His hand wrapped around himself – pleasuring himself at your command. All you can see on your screen is his heartrate climbing as you tell him to increase his speed and pressure. Static mixes with his deep groans and sighs.

He talks at first. Promises to return the favor, excitement at seeing you face to face. But his promises of pleasure get lost in his throat because of his own pleasure spiking.

Maybe it’s the stress of almost dying, the adrenaline. The love admitted and received. He doesn’t think too much on it. His mind clouded with intense pleasure. His vision goes white when he finally comes, his voice louder than you’ve heard, then muffled with a sharp hiss of him gritting his teeth. The aftershocks hitting him hard.

You don’t have time to revel in the intimacy of what just occurred, BB8 has returned to the ship and you hear Poe talking to him. You’re running diagnostics while shifting uncomfortably in your seat. You’d been busy making sure Poe was taken care of, you neglected your own needs.

You huff out a laugh to yourself.

That’s what you’ve been doing all along. Making sure he was taken care of, but never considering he might want to take care of you. Which you know he does; you have known for some time. But you’ve been too scared to open yourself up to it.

“Everything looks good here Poe, everything alright?”

“All clear Commo 7.”

You watch on your display screen as Poe carefully maneuvers the rest of the asteroid field. Within moments he makes the jump to lightspeed.

He’ll back home within the hour.

Panic. You’re panicking now, you’re going to see him face to face in less than an hour. How do you even prepare for this?

Abandoning your station – you find the closest refresher. You don’t have time to go to your quarters, so this is all you’ve got. You check the mirror. Your hair is a bit of a mess but it’s not terrible. You splash cold water on your face and pat your cheeks.

This is fine. No need to panic. You’ve been in love with him for a couple months now. And you just talked him through an orgasm. You know what his groans sound like. Yup. Totally fine.

When you make your way back to your station, you hear Poe over the commlink in your hand.

“So,” he says. His voice sounds louder over the static. You shake the commlink and give it a look. “Station #7.”

You freeze.

Looking up you see Poe standing in the doorway of the comms center, still dressed in his orange flight suit. You gasp and drop the commlink at your feet. In the time it takes for you to kneel down to get it, he’s already by your station.

You see his boots first, then his face comes to view as he kneels in front of you. It’s all too much and you look down at the commlink in your shaking hands.

“Hey,” he whispers, and tilts your chin up to look at him. “I hoped it’d be you,” he smiles. Seeing up this close has your heart beating out of your chest. His eyes shine, there’s sweat on his brow. His curls are a mess.

“How-“

“I knew who most of the comms officers were,” he shrugs. “Always thought you were the most beautiful.”

“What if-“

He puts his finger to your lips, “nope.” He grins. “No need to be scared anymore.” He offers a gentle hand to you, and he helps you stand. He cups your face in his hands and his smile splits his face. “You really are the most beautiful thing, sweetheart.”

He pulls you in for a tender kiss. When the kiss breaks, his arms wrap around you tight for a hug you’ve been wanting almost as much as a kiss.

When you pull apart, you switch off your display screen, and toss the commlink on the desk.

His hand rests on your back, he needs to feel you. Turning back around to face him, his hand rests on your hip.

“So,” he says leaning into your body. His mouth by your ear. “Now that I’ve seen your face,” he nibbles your earlobe. “Can I see the rest of you?”

#poe dameron #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron imagine #my writing #mine #my gifs #i know there's things like this out there~#but i wanted to take a stab

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primordium · 4 years ago

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❝ what is more UNFAIR than having to choose between being a monster or being a hero? ( 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐇 ) when you learn that the ROAD to hell is paved with more than just good intentions. you are not HEADS or TAILS ; you are the 𝒄𝒐𝒊𝒏. ❞

merlin’s beard, what is ALFRED “FRED” BILIUS WEASLEY doing out at this hour? for a half blood who is TWENTY FIVE years old, he / they really ought to know better. you know, i heard that they’re aligned with THE NEUTRALS / PREVIOUSLY THE ORDER, CODENAME REYNARD, but that could just be a rumor. i do know that they’re a DEMIMALE and a gryffindor alum who works as a BROOMSTICK MAKER. they’re very VERSATILE & INDEPENDENT but also quite COWARDLY & ERRATIC. some people say they’re the spitting image of lucien laviscount, but i’ve never heard of them. word on the street is they’re THE HERCULEAN TRAGEDY and their prophecy is prophecy 28, but only time will tell if that’s true or not.

𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 !

your mother always maintained that it would be CRUEL to name you after someone who was so much larger than life, and your father said that he understood. they’re settled upon the name arthur ( in honor of your grandfather ) by the time that she’s about to pop, and alfred is a last minute addition to the name pool ; a compromise, of sorts. they look down upon your cherub cheeks and huge brown eyes, and they promise they’ll call you ALFIE. they’ll honor fred the first, but they’ll allow you room to grow. you’re three years old the first time that someone slips and calls you ‘fred’. by the time you turn six, everybody is. for the record : your mother was right.

people ask your parents if you’re a handful, like all FIRST children seem to be ; they smile and say you’re not, and it’s nice of them to lie. you are unmanageable in the WORST sort of way, and they are the parents at the family barbecue who just can’t seem to grab their speed driven five year old. the first time your mother takes you along to diagon alley, you throw a tantrum in the middle of the pavement that brings TEARS to her eyes. you feel everything in an extreme, and the truth is, you very almost make them decide against a second - though with help from your grandparents, they feel as if they’ll MANAGE. you never really STOP feeling everything so much ; but you hate being the cause of those stress lines upon your parents faces, and you try very hard to be better.

your wand is STUBBORN by design, down to its very core. acacia is a firm and unyielding wood, and it is coupled with two temperamental strands of hair. you’re told that it is what is meant for you, and that as so it’ll never let you down - but quietly, you wonder if either is the truth. when you struggle more than your classmates do in spite of having a brand new wand, you resent the fact that you own it in the first place. when you are let down again and again, you wonder where the mistake was made : with the wand, or with the wizard.

like so many weasley’s that have come before you, you are sorted into gryffindor. wonder of wonders, you are able to force the happiness that you know you’re meant to show to the smiling faces of your family. you tell them that you’re PROUD to carry on their legacy, but you aren’t sure whether the fact that they believe you says more about them, or your ABILITY to lie. the TRUTH ( that thing which finds and corners you when you are alone in a dormitory room ) is that you don’t feel that you belong, and that is something which never really goes away. it isn’t a deep seated fear of belonging in ANOTHER house that plagues you, but the one that you do not belong in any. there is always a part of you tormented with the feeling of flying by on luck alone, and you are the only one who you will ever admit it to.

you are diagnosed with chronic insomnia in your THIRD year - and you stop taking the potions that you’re given for it some time between christmas and summer break. you don’t have a good reason for it, really ; nothing that would justify it to yourself, let alone to another. you know that you’d be better off if you were WELL rested, if you could turn your mind off for just a moment ; but there’s a certain, clinical part of you that wants to see how bad it gets. that takes a degree of SATISFACTION from it. there’s a darker facet to who you are that wonders, morbidly, whether anyone will even notice - and will anyone even care.

you are turned away from the GRYFFINDOR QUIDDDITCH team year after year, though by all accounts, you are a talented player. you fly steady and you fly fast, and you’d make one hell of a chaser - but these things are popularity contests at their core, and you are not a widely known guy. you’ve never gone out of your way to make FRIENDS, be known, and you haven’t gotten the politics of quidditch down. when they tell you that you aren’t aggressive enough, you come back the next year and you try again. after, they tell you that you went too far ( as if you do not realize from the steady stream of blood running from your nose ). you aren’t sure what they want, just that you do not have it.

everybody says that you’re a BRIGHT student, so it baffles them all when you barely scrape by in your owls. your professors understand it even less than your parents do. you know the spells. you know the motions. something just isn’t CLICKING, it seems, and nobody knows what it is. when your parents ask if you do, you simply shake your head ( you’re telling the truth ). when they ask do you want a new wand, you tell them that yours is fine ( you imagine your eyes wide and pleading as you lie, and imagine them seeing through your words, though they never do ).

maybe there is too much muggle within you. maybe you are simply unexceptional. maybe, you are trying to hard to live up to a name that belonged to someone else before it was YOURS. there are so many things that it could be, that make you feel as if your life is using you as a punching bag. you never get the answers that you seek, and though you are promised things will get better once you leave the halls of hogwarts behind, they do not.

what you do, what you choose as your career path - that is HONEST work, and you like it more than anything else. you can spend hours in your workshop all alone, nothing but the sound of a whittling knife against wood and the cloying smell of broomstick polish to get you through - and it is the first thing, the very first thing, that brings you some amount of JOY. the order that your family is a part of, that you feel... pressured into joining - that DOESN’T, but it is what you must do. the weasley family has been tied to this path since the moment your uncle ron met harry potter ; and you will not be the one to let them down. sometimes, you feel you sacrifice so much of what you want for what you know everybody else does. you go through the motions. you do what you must.

you try so hard. by now, this is the true cornerstone of your personality. you do everything you CAN to be who you know you should be, and though you would never have chosen this path for yourself, you throw yourself into it. people see something worthwhile in you, you know this ; they tell you, and you aware aware that you would not be kept around if people did not believe in your GOOD. but you are a little TOO much, you’re told time and time again ; a little too reckless, a little too forceful, a little too lenient, a little too prone to darting in without thought for the consequences. you want to bring HONOR to yourself, you want to save the world, but you also want to fly beneath the radar. you want to go home. you want to fight to GLORY. all of these conflictions live within you, and all of them combine to your own detriment. when you are caught on what should only have been a scouting mission because you believe you know best when you do not, you almost assuredly doom yourself to death.

but here is something that you do not know about yourself until it is too late : up until this moment, you have held cowardice within you. and when your seemingly POINTLESS life is threatened, when you have broken under duress and you see the end looming ever closer, then you do not hesitate to reveal the one piece of information you have that should never have been UTTERED. you did not kill harry potter. you are just the weakling, the coward, the traitor who revealed where he and his family were - so that THEY could do the deed themselves. they leave you there to die and disapparate.

when you are found, broken, you have a choice. you could tell the people who transport you to st mungo’s for urgent care what has happened, and what you have said. perhaps, if you HAD, you would have been able to give a necessary heads up. but your newfound cowardice wins out. you fear the repercussions - you fear the look in your parents eyes and the lines which will be etched into their faces for all of ETERNITY. when the darkness swallows you whole, you do not fight it ; and when you emerge, you emerge to a world in which harry potter died. you will live with the weight of this for the rest of your life. you will always be the one - not he who diverged from the path your family has walked for a lifetime, now, but the one who BETRAYED everything they have stood for their whole lives. you did not mean to do it, and yet all it took was an instant ; guilt will eat you alive, this you know with complete certainty. you welcome it. you WALLOW within it. this,and no more, is what you are aware you deserve.

you say i’m just not ready to go back, yet. they say they understand. you tell them that what you’ve been through has not disillusioned you from the cause, but has made you scared, and everyone can attest to the wild look in your eye. distance from the order should make you feel better, but it doesn’t. if it’s not one thing, it is another. you should have known that by spinning the story, by putting them into a position of feeling... sorry, for you, that you’d only make yourself feel worse.

𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 !

fred is a coward, at heart. let that be known, and let it be known loud and clear. he wants to be valorous and he wants to be something more, but he doesn’t know if he ever can be. at hogwarts, he was never the first to speak up for those who were being threatened, those who were being BULLIED. he would allow his head hang in shame, after, but that did not stop a rinse and repeat. he was a part of many a fight, but never allow it be said that he threw himself into them for noble purposes, because the truth is... he never did. of course : he’s well meaning. he always HAS been, at his heart. but intent does not equal result.

he has so many fears. they eat him alive, from the inside out : but perhaps the biggest, the most withstanding, is the fear of disappointing those he loves the most - his parents. especially his mother. he has always tried to be better for them, because he has always been aware of his own crushing shortcomings. all this, however, leads into a point that deserves to stand alone :

he has become good at lying. ADEPT at it, even. when he desperately wanted to change who he was for the sake of his parents, who didn’t deserve to have such deep age lines so young, he realized that the only surefire way to do that... was to lie. it started small, with learning to say that he was fine when he wasn’t. it’s grown, over his lifetime, and now he doesn’t struggle.

he’s always been rather fearful of his own legacy. that is to say : he lives with a name that was given to him secondhand, and nobody understands PRESSURE like someone named after a dead man. the thing was, while george and angelina could push for everyone to treat fred like his own entity... that didn’t stop people seeing every milestone of his as another for fred the first.

#rev intros #( 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐈𝐈 ) ━━━ * biography !

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whenworldscolide1209 · 5 years ago

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So, in my Champion au I’ve talked about the champions, but I haven't really talked about who they’re champions of. Now, I usually don’t post my non-fandom oc’s here, but these three are important. They have mutiple forms, and I’ve been busy drawing their eldritch forms, ie. the forms they use for more serious work. Now I've finally finished them!

So without further ado, here they are!

Here they are! Tailath, Gorion and Laylat Aldam! From top to bottom, here’s some more info on them:

Name: Tailath Also known as: Sky Lord/Lady, Storm King/Queen, Beast of the Wind Embodies: Space (Area), Atmosphere, Gases, Air, Dust, Lightning, Tornadoes, Sandstorms, Thunderstorms, Technology, Centipedes, Scorpions, Hyenas, Dawn, breaking the fourth wall, Mirth and Joy. Mate: Gorion

Champion: Echo

Gender: Gender fluid (When they are female their hair is purple and their legs are green, but when they are male their hair is green and their legs are purple.) Sexuality: Pansexual

Personality/General Info: Tailath is wild, happy-go-lucky and energetic. They are almost constantly moving and have trouble sitting still, just like the wind they embody. They are kind to anyone and everyone, and love meeting new people. They also love traveling, and they are constantly going from one place to the next. Random and erratic, this being bends space to their will, opening wormholes wherever they like. They spin around all planets made of gas, twirling and dancing in the storms they create. They are in charge of the atmosphere of every planet and can change it to their will, sometimes making it just right so that life can exist.

Role in the Champion Au: Tailath had been peering into Ninjago after the collapse of the Cursed Realm when they had found Echo along with Gizmo abandoned in the lighthouse (after the events of season 6). Tailath took the two of them and fixed them both up, and for some time Echo helped Tailath with the job of watching the realms and making sure that Tailath’s creations help keep the worlds from collapsing.

After a while, however, the two of them noticed the supernatural side of Ninjago acting up and, after a bit of debating, Tailath agreed to let Echo become their champion.

Now, Tailath still keeps in contact with Echo as he travels through the 16 realms.

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Name: Gorion Also known as: Earth-shaker, Lord of Lava, Beast of Fire, Earth Father, Living Mountain Embodies: Gravity, Fire, Earth, Mountains, Heat, Hearth/Home, Blacksmiths, Forges, Obsidian, Lava/Magma, Volcanoes, Ores/Metal, Rulership, Protection, East/West, Bulls, Kings and Sunrise Mate: Tailath Champion: Kataru Gender: Male Sexuality: Pansexual Personality/General Info: Gorion is literally the sweetest person you will ever meet. He is kind and caring, always willing to listen and is a rock that grounds others in stressful situations. He is extremely patient and rarely ever gets angry. Those who manage to anger him deserve some kind of reward, if they aren't dead by the time he's calm again. He is down to earth and doesn't speak much, preferring to listen instead, but when he does speak you know you better listen. He prefers solitude over crowded areas, and he enjoys the silence.

Gorion is gravity, earth and fire. He is the one who builds a hard base, a planet, for the others like him to build off of.

Role in the Champion Au: Gorion and Laylat Aldam found Kataru and Akita around the same time that Tailath found Echo. The two beings agreed to approach the siblings together to give the two the choice of becoming their champions. Gorion and Laylat Aldam got to know the siblings beforehand, having taken on the form of travelers, and when they revealed themselves they let the siblings decide if they wanted to become a Champion or not. They gave the siblings all the time they would need to decide. It took some time and many, many questions form the curious siblings, but eventually Kataru and Akita agreed to become their champions.

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Name: Laylat Aldam (means Blood Night) Also known as: Emperor of Darkness, Emperor of the Dead, Lord of the Void, Dark Father, Man in the Moon, Embodies: Darkness, Death, Destruction, Night, Moon, Black Holes, Winter Solstice, Madness, Abyss, Tranquility/Peace, Dark Matter, Dark Energy, Negative Matter, Karma, Pure Nothing, Wolves, Bats, the Void and the Tides. Champion: Akita Gender: Male Sexuality: Bisexual (prefers females) Personality: Laylat Aldam is a take-no-shit kinda person. He can tell immediately if you are lying or bullshiting him and will have the perfect plan to get some well deserved payback. He doesn't talk much and takes notes of the small things about people without actually meaning too.

In general he is very relaxed, his laid back attitude perfectly countering his mates wild nature, him also being the only one who can calm her down and smack some sense into her when she's doing something stupid. Laylat is also surprisingly kind and caring. This is something one would expect more from his counterpart, Esimene Paev, the being of life and creation, not from the being of death and destruction. The reason for this is because he is used to dealing with all sorts of dead souls, and often comforts them when they die. He nurtures the soul and gives us time to rest before we are reborn, however he can become terrifying, strict and sometimes cruel when the situation calls for it.

He watches over all realms of the dead and guides souls through it. This includes all realms, even the realms of the sinful (basically hell) and the realms of the blessed (basically heaven)

Role in the Champion Au: *Gorion and Laylat Aldam found Kataru and Akita around the same time that Tailath found Echo. The two beings agreed to approach the siblings together to give the two the choice of becoming their champions. Gorion and Laylat Aldam got to know the siblings beforehand, having taken on the form of travelers, and when they revealed themselves they let the siblings decide if they wanted to become a Champion or not. They gave the siblings all the time they would need to decide. It took some time and many, many questions form the curious siblings, but eventually Kataru and Akita agreed to become their champions.* *This part is a repeat of Gorion’s role. The text below is different.

Out of the three, Laylat Aldam has directly influenced the 16 realms the most. He was first drawn to Ninjago and the dimensions surrounding it when the Cursed Ream fell, taking Dijino with it. This sudden influx of souls and weak boundaries the Departed Realm had forced him to directly become involved so that more dimensions don’t fall. It is the primary reason Akita spends so much time in the Departed Realm with him. It is also his direct interference that drew the attention of both Gorion and Tailath to the 16 realms in the first place.

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If you made it this far, congrats! You’ve gotten further than most people XD

Anyway, I hope you liked this little info dump!

#Laylat Aldam #Gorion #Tailath #Champion Au #ninjago akita #ninjago kataru #Echo Zane #ninjago echo zane

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chrysalispen · 5 years ago

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personality trait meme time!

my brain is actively rebelling at the notion of writing anything tonight (i literally just woke up like an hour ago out of hunger and am going right back to bed tbh >_>) so hey, have a meme

(tumblr was doing a weird thing and not letting me reblog this properly, but @mirkemenagerie did this and i thought it was a pretty neat way to flesh out characters SO ON WE GOOOO)

and just to mix things up a bit i’ve selected one Nero tol Scaeva as my victim of choice tonight so you get to see a little bit of how i write him :3c

Bold what applies to your character.

Bold-Italics for somewhat / sometimes (i interpreted this as situational but ymmv)

Absent-minded - Preoccupied to the extent of being unaware of one’s immediate surroundings. Abstracted, daydreaming, inattentive, oblivious, forgetful. Abusive - Characterized by improper infliction of physical or psychological maltreatment towards another. Addict - One who is addicted to a compulsive activity. Examples: gambling, drugs, sex. Aimless - Devoid of direction or purpose. Alcoholic - A person who drinks alcoholic substances habitually and to excess. Anxious - Full of mental distress or uneasiness because of fear of danger or misfortune; greatly worried; solicitous. Arrogant - Having or displaying a sense of overbearing self-worth or self-importance. Inclined to social exclusiveness and who rebuff the advances of people considered inferior. Snobbish. Audacious - Recklessly bold in defiance of convention, propriety, law, or the like; insolent; braze, disobedient. Bad Habit - A revolting personal habit. Examples: picks nose, spits tobacco, drools, bad body odour. Bigmouth - A loud-mouthed or gossipy person. Bigot - One who is strongly partial to one’s own group, religion, race, or politics and is intolerant of those who differ. Blunt - Characterized by directness in manner or speech; without subtlety or evasion. Frank, callous, insensitive, brusque. Bold - In a bad sense, too forward; taking undue liberties; over assuming or confident; lacking proper modesty or restraint; rude; impudent. Abrupt, brazen, cheeky, brassy, audacious. Callous - They are hardened to emotions, rarely showing any form of it in expression. Unfeeling. Cold. Childish - Marked by or indicating a lack of maturity; puerile. Complex - An exaggerated or obsessive concern or fear. Cruel - Mean to anyone or anything, without care or regard to consequences and feelings. Cursed - A person who has befallen a prayer for evil or misfortune, placed under a spell, or borne into an evil circumstance, and suffers for it. Damned. Dependent - Unable to exist, sustain oneself, or act appropriately or normally without the assistance or direction of another. Deranged - Mentally decayed. Insane. Crazy. Mad. Psychotic. Dishonest – Given to or using fraud, cheating; deceitful, deceptive, crooked, underhanded. Disloyal - Lacking loyalty. Unfaithful, perfidious, traitorous, treasonable Disorder - An ailment that affects the function of mind or body. (malignant narcissist, former kleptomaniac, obsessive-compulsive) See the Mental Disorder List. Disturbed - Showing some or a few signs or symptoms of mental or emotional illness. Confused, disordered, neurotic, troubled. Dubious - Fraught with uncertainty or doubt. Undecided, doubtful, unsure. Dyslexic - Affected by dyslexia, a learning disorder marked by impairment of the ability to recognize and comprehend written words. Egotistical - Characteristic of those having an inflated idea of their own importance. Boastful, pompous. Envious - Showing extreme cupidity; painfully desirous of another’s advantages; covetous, jealous. Erratic - Deviating from the customary course in conduct or opinion; eccentric: erratic behavior. Eccentric, bizarre, outlandish, strange. Fanatical - Fanatic outlook or behavior especially as exhibited by excessive enthusiasm, unreasoning zeal, or wild and extravagant notions on some subject. Fickle – Erratic, changeable, unstable - especially with regard to affections or attachments; capricious. Fierce - Marked by extreme intensity of emotions or convictions; inclined to react violently; fervid. Finicky - Excessively particular or fastidious; difficult to please; fussy. Too much concerned with detail. Meticulous, fastidious, choosy, critical, picky, prissy, persnickety. Fixated - In psychoanalytic theory, a strong attachment to a person or thing, especially such an attachment formed in childhood or infancy and manifested in immature or neurotic behaviour that persists throughout life. Fetish, quirk, obsession, infatuation. Flirt -To make playfully romantic or sexual overtures; behaviour intended to arouse sexual interest. Minx. Tease. Gluttonous - Given to excess in consumption of especially food or drink. Voracious, ravenous, wolfish, piggish, insatiable. Gruff - Brusque or stern in manner or appearance. Crusty, rough, surly. Gullible - Will believe any information given, regardless of how valid or truthful it is, easily deceived or duped. Hard - A person who is difficult to deal with, manage, control, overcome, or understand. Hard emotions, hard hearted. Hedonistic - Pursuit of or devotion to pleasure, especially to the pleasures of the senses. Hoity-toity - Given to flights of fancy; capricious; frivolous. Prone to giddy behaviour, flighty. Humourless - The inability to find humour in things, and most certainly in themselves. Hypocritical - One who is always contradicting their own beliefs, actions or sayings. A person who professes beliefs and opinions for others that he does not hold. Being a hypocrite. Idealist - One whose conduct is influenced by ideals that often conflict with practical considerations. One who is unrealistic and impractical, guided more by ideals than by practical considerations. Idiotic - Marked by a lack of intelligence or care; foolish or careless. Ignorant - Lacking knowledge or information as to a particular subject or fact. Showing or arising from a lack of education or knowledge. Illiterate - Unable to read and write. Immature - Emotionally undeveloped; juvenile; childish. Impatient - Unable to wait patiently or tolerate delay; restless. Unable to endure irritation or opposition; intolerant. Impious - Lacking piety and reverence for a god/gods and their followers. Impish - Naughtily or annoyingly playful. Incompetent - Unable to execute tasks, no matter how the size or difficulty. Indecisive - Characterized by lack of decision and firmness, especially under pressure. Indifferent - The trait of lacking enthusiasm for or interest in things generally, remaining calm and seeming not to care; a casual lack of concern. Having or showing little or no interest in anything; languid; spiritless. Infamy - Having an extremely bad reputation, public reproach, or strong condemnation as the result of a shameful, criminal, or outrageous act that affects how others view them. Intolerant - Unwilling to tolerate difference of opinion and narrow-minded about cherished opinions. Judgmental - Inclined to make and form judgments, especially moral or personal ones, based on one’s own opinions or impressions towards others/practices/groups/religions based on appearance, reputation, occupation, etc. Klutz - Clumsy. Blunderer. Lazy - Resistant to work or exertion; disposed to idleness. Lewd - Inclined to, characterized by, or inciting to lust or lechery; lascivious. Obscene or indecent, as language or songs; salacious. Liar - Compulsively and purposefully tells false truths more often than not. A person who has lied or who lies repeatedly. Lustful - Driven by lust; preoccupied with or exhibiting lustful desires. Masochist - The deriving of sexual gratification, or the tendency to derive sexual gratification, from being physically or emotionally abused. A willingness or tendency to subject oneself to unpleasant or trying experiences. Meddlesome - Intrusive in a meddling or offensive manner, given to meddling; interfering. Meek - Evidencing little spirit or courage; overly submissive or compliant; humble in spirit or manner; suggesting retiring mildness or even cowed submissiveness. Megalomaniac - A psycho pathological condition characterized by delusional fantasies of wealth, power, or omnipotence. Naïve - Lacking worldly experience and understanding, simple and guileless; showing or characterized by a lack of sophistication and critical judgement. Nervous - Easily agitated or distressed; high-strung or jumpy. Non-violent - Abstaining from the use of violence. Nosy - Given to prying into the affairs of others; snoopy. Offensively curious or inquisitive. Obsessive - An unhealthy and compulsive preoccupation with something or someone. Oppressor - A person of authority who subjects others to undue pressures, to keep down by severe and unjust use of force or authority. Overambitious - Having a strong excessive desire for success or achievement. Overconfident - Excessively confident; presumptuous. Overemotional - Excessively or abnormally emotional. Sensitive about themselves and others, more so than the average person. Overprotective - To protect too much; coddle. Overzealous - Marked by excessive enthusiasm for and intense devotion to a cause or idea. Pacifist - Opposition to war or violence as a means of resolving disputes. (Can double as a merit in certain cases) Paranoid - Exhibiting or characterized by extreme and irrational fear or distrust of others. Peevish - Expressing fretfulness and discontent, or unjustifiable dissatisfaction. Cantankerous, cross, ill-tempered, testy, captious, discontented, crotchety, cranky, ornery. Perfectionist - A propensity for being displeased with anything that is not perfect or does not meet extremely high standards. Pessimist - A tendency to stress the negative or unfavorable or to take the gloomiest possible view. Pest - One that pesters or annoys, with or without realizing it. Nuisance. Annoying. Nag. Phobic – They have a severe form of fear when it comes to this one thing. (Claustrophobia) Practical - Level-headed, efficient, and unspeculative. No-nonsense. Predictable - Easily seen through and assessable, where almost anyone can predict reactions and actions of said person by having met or known them even for a short time. Proud - Filled with or showing excessive self-esteem and will often shirk help from others for the sake of pride. Rebellious - Defying or resisting some established authority, government, or tradition; insubordinate; inclined to rebel. Reckless - Heedless. Headstrong. Foolhardy. Unthinking boldness, wild carelessness and disregard for consequences. Remorseless - Without remorse; merciless; pitiless; relentless. Rigorous - Rigidly accurate; allowing no deviation from a standard; demanding strict attention to rules and procedures. Sadist - The deriving of gratification or the tendency to derive gratification from inflicting pain or emotional abuse on others. Deriving of pleasure, or the tendency to derive pleasure, from cruelty. Sadomasochist - Both sadist and masochist combined. Sarcastic - A subtle form of mockery in which an intended meaning is conveyed obliquely. Skeptic - One who instinctively or habitually doubts, questions, or disagrees with assertions or generally accepted conclusions. Seducer - To lead others astray, as from duty, rectitude, or the like; corrupt. To attempt to lead or draw someone away, as from principles, faith, or allegiance. Selfish - Concerned chiefly or only with oneself. Self-Martyr - One who purposely makes a great show of suffering in order to arouse sympathy from others, as a form of manipulation, and always for a selfish cause or reason. Self-righteous - Piously sure of one’s own righteousness; moralistic. Exhibiting pious self-assurance. Holier-than-thou, sanctimonious. Senile - Showing a decline or deterioration of physical strength or mental functioning, esp. short-term memory and alertness, as a result of old age or disease. Shallow - Lacking depth of intellect or knowledge; concerned only with what is obvious. Smart Ass - Thinks they know it all, and in some ways they may, but they can be greatly annoying and difficult to deal with at times, especially in arguments. Soft-hearted - Having softness or tenderness of heart that can lead them into trouble; susceptible of pity or other kindly affection. They cannot resist helping someone they see in trouble, suffering or in need, and often don’t think of the repercussions or situation before doing so. Solemn - Deeply earnest, serious, and sober. Spineless - Lacking courage. Cowardly, wimp, lily-livered, gutless. Spiteful - Showing malicious ill will and a desire to hurt; motivated by spite; vindictive person who will look for occasions for resentment. Vengeful. Spoiled - Treated with excessive indulgence and pampering from earliest childhood, and has no notion of hard work, self-care or money management; coddled, pampered. Having the character or disposition harmed by pampering or over-solicitous attention. Squeamish - Excessively fastidious and easily disgusted. Stubborn - Unreasonably, often perversely unyielding; bull-headed. Firmly resolved or determined; resolute. Superstitious - An irrational belief arising from ignorance or fear from an irrational belief that an object, action, or circumstance not logically related to a course of events influences its outcome. Tactless - Lacking or showing a lack of what is fitting and considerate in dealing with others. Temperamental - Moody, irritable, or sensitive. Excitable, volatile, emotional. Theatrical - Having a flair for over dramatizing situations, doing things in a ‘big way’ and love to be ‘centre stage’. Timid -Tends to be shy and/or quiet, shrinking away from offering opinions or from strangers and newcomers, fearing confrontations and violence. Tongue-tied - Speechless or confused in expression, as from shyness, embarrassment, or astonishment. Troublemaker - Someone who deliberately stirs up trouble, intentionally or unintentionally. Unlucky - Marked by or causing misfortune; ill-fated. Destined for misfortune; doomed. Unpredictable - Difficult to foretell or foresee, their actions are so chaotic it’s impossible to know what they are going to do next. Untrustworthy - Not worthy of trust or belief. Backstabber. Vain - Holding or characterized by an unduly high opinion of their physical appearance. Lovers of themselves. Conceited, egotistic, narcissistic. Weak-willed - Lacking willpower, strength of will to carry out one’s decisions, wishes, or plans. Easily swayed. Withdrawn - Not friendly or Sociable. Aloof. Zealous - A fanatic.

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elizas-writing · 6 years ago

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Movie Reviews: The Incredibles 2

Alright, I’m just going to throw this out there now before I get ahead of myself. Yes, this movie is not epilepsy friendly. There’s a shit ton of flashing strobe lights periodically through the whole film, and I definitely don’t recommend seeing it in theaters if your photo sensitivity is that bad. Just wait until it’s streaming.

Now, on with the review!

Of all the Pixar films which were dying for a sequel, The Incredibles was right up at the top. Director Brad Bird brought visual splendor of retrofuturism and his intense brand of maturity you almost never get to see in family animated films, making it one of Pixar’s best. With it being a superhero film (especially in a time before cinematic universes were a thing), there was a ton of potential for character growth and new villains with a sequel.

But Bird got sucked into some other projects and wanted to wait out enough time to let the creativity to flow naturally. So when they finally announced that the sequel was going to be a thing after fourteen years, people got excited. While I was definitely one of those people, I was also a little worried since it is a sequel being released fourteen years later. Would it actually live up to the hype?

Well, let’s go into the story first.

Starting right where we last left off in the first film, the Parr family (AKA the Incredibles) confront the Underminer. Despite their best efforts to keep everyone safe and stop the villain, he escapes anyway, and the family is blamed for the collateral damage. This prompts the shut down of the Superhero Relocation Program, leaving the Parrs with no resources to pick themselves up after losing their home fighting Syndrome three months before. Luckily, someone saw them in action and wants to regain public support of Supers. Winston and Evelyn Deavor of DevTech want to use their technology to publicize the superhero work civilians don’t see, ensuring that they are still saving society and provide enough reason to legalize supers once again. Helen Parr (Elastigirl) is picked as their representative, leaving Bob (Mr. Incredible) to watch the kids while she’s out fighting crime. As Helen gets a taste of adrenaline again and Bob adapts to being a homemaker, a new threat emerges which could jeopardize Supers and keep them hidden forever.

This is one of the best looking Pixar films to date with such a meticulous attention to detail. The textures in the skin, clothing, glass, and water are just amazing to look at with similar photo-realism I last saw in Coco. It ups the action scenes and emotional performances with Bird’s fluidly expressive and fast-paced animation. It also takes full advantage of what the supers, old and new, can do with their powers, especially Elastigirl. Any time I saw her use a new technique with her flexibility, I just thought, “Brilliant!” You can tell there were great, creative minds behind the fight scenes to make these powers stand out. No wonder it took so long to get a sequel out.

Most of the original voice cast is back to reprise their roles, and as expected, they’re still wonderful in keeping up with Bird’s kind of energy. Dash was the only voice to be replaced since his actor grew too old, but you can’t even tell the difference, and he’s just perfect for Dash. And, of course, the newer voices are just as amazing for this fast-paced, energetic movie.

I’ll admit I was initially worried at the premise since it just seemed like a role reversal of the first film, right down to a tech company CEO wanting Supers to make a comeback. And how many sitcoms have we seen where the dad has to stay at home, take care of the kids and is just a royal fuck up? On one hand, the plot gets a little predictable, but it thankfully provides updates where it sorely needed them. As expected, Bob is out of touch with being a father, hates not working, and-- no pun intended-- is incredibly insecure on his wife being the breadwinner and first choice for regaining public support of Supers. But it’s very careful to not make him a stereotypical incompetent dad/husband character type.

He adapts, becomes resourceful, listens to his kids, and eventually gets over himself when he realizes he’s being irrational. And given that he’s raising Super kids at such a pivotal point in their lives-- particularly with Jack Jack growing more erratic with his new powers by the day--, his stress is understandable; hell, you’d probably freak out too if your youngest child just vanished into another dimension. He’s just a wonderful dad to look up to as someone who always tries to do better for his family.

It’s also great seeing Helen in the spotlight with a noticeably different fighting style from her husband. While Bob likes to smash his way through a situation with brute force, Helen is a lot more meticulous, cunning and careful, whether in a fight or saving bystanders. I love seeing her energy and enjoying the thrill of superhero work, but not letting it go to her head and remembering why she’s there. She has fun interactions with Evelyn and some of the other Supers, and as I said before, the animation on her is super creative and so damn impressive.

Violet and Dash are still a fun sibling dynamic where they equally get on each other’s nerves but are also excellent superhero partners, whether making sure their dad is in check or fighting off bad guys themselves. It’s just a fun rapport between the two. I also really appreciate how maturely Bird treats them under their circumstances. They’re as much involved with this changing world as their parents, and need to learn how to navigate balancing a normal life and a superhero life. And their parents know better than to tap dance around the truth, so they can be prepared for the worst case scenario. And Jack-Jack is a whole brand of wild with his new powers you just have to see for yourself. He’s a laugh riot, and it’s so cute to see him mimic the adults’ behaviors.

While there are some wonderful changes to a typical sitcom plot and the mystery Helen has to solve is fascinating, I felt like the film could’ve gone the extra mile in expanding the worldbuilding and character dilemmas, especially for how much they kept building up the whole “It’s been 14 years!” in the commercials. I love these new heroes they introduce (particularly Voyd, who is a disaster lesbian, who the fuck are y’all kidding with the “functional” shit), but I wanted to know more about the world dealing with the comeback of Supers with reemerging prejudices on collateral damage, overbearing amounts of responsibility, and the possibility of over-reliance on Supers to save the day.

The commentary is there, but the plot still has to juggle what’s going on with the rest of the family while Helen is at work. And even that doesn’t seem to be balanced out either. There’s a whole section on Violet trying to maintain a relationship with a boy which produces a lot of complications with her maintaining secrecy on her Super identity. That would be a perfect opportunity to explore these prejudices and what Supers sacrifice in hiding. But they’re brief scenes with way too fast resolutions.

And with the story being so predictable, we have another plot twist villain, and this trend in Disney films is obnoxious because it’s almost never a surprise anymore. I’d be more forgiving if we took more time to dive into their motivations or if there was fascinating subtext like in Moana. And this villain has some great points to bounce off the heroes, but like I said, the worldbuilding is cut too short because of the other developing side-plots. It really sucks, because Bird handled the paranoia of the other so well in The Iron Giant, and The Incredibles is the perfect setting to explore such themes and make parallels to Civil Rights. It’s not awful or severely underdeveloped, but I think they missed an opportunity to make the story pack a punch and relied a little too much on its own hype.

Even for what it lacks, The Incredibles 2 is still a fun family superhero flick which delivers what was perfect from the first film. The animation is freaking amazing, the characters and their interactions are fun with some great growth, and the action really packs a punch. I can’t completely get behind the hype like the marketing wants me to, but for The Incredbiles, it’s too damn entertaining to miss out on.

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liamhurtz · 5 years ago

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The final and present chapter so far.

So to summarise the last two parts, i was a sensitive, naive but curious and friendly child, loving but some what standoffish parents the older i got, dealing with their own break down of relationship and life. I then went astray in those adolescent years and started to grow up with some of the best worse influences you could have. My emotional state never really matured past those childhood years and i simply learned to hide it from the world to cope.

So to the present, another year or so after the drams of my first year at Coop and i’d meet a young girl, i was always attracted to her from the start, but i was doing the whole ‘i’m an island’ cold heart clique and never made much of a move or showed alot of interest. Despite this she tried and inevitably gave up, started seeing someone else and i was hurt over this perceived betrayal. I never realised how little interest i had shown in her because in my own eye’s i had made it obvious i liked her. We didn’t talk for ahwhile after this and she continued with this guy. It ended not long after and we started talking again, we started of casual, just fun, but as the months drew on and on i realised i was falling into a relationship. I was terrified. Not only had i not even seen the noose (as i saw it then) around my neck i’d failed to realise i’d put it on rather willingly. I gave small bits of ground to emotions and affections, like a fighting retreat rather than a full rout.

Some months after i couldn’t take the attachment i was feeling, i had to thoroughly convince myself i didn’t want it, i wanted to be free and untamed and not held in some cage by a girl 9years my junior, i mean with that it was surely destined to end? I couldn’t maintain a relationship with a 18/19 year old girl when i was that age as well let alone now when i felt dead to the world. So i ended it for a whole 3 weeks before i realised i wanted this more than i thought and decided to keep it going. We kept going, but that inner monster in me, that one that wants to hold everything at arms length, close enough to see and interact but not close enough to get a hold of you throat and become intimate with your heart.

We kept going, me constantly talking about other women, about ending the ‘relationship’ in September when she would go to France for uni for 3 months, like the army had to me i drilled this into her, why i was surprised when a few months later i found out she had been cheating on me with the previous guy she was with is beyond me. Perhaps it was because i thought she was a good person that could never stoop to that level, perhaps i thought she was so placid she couldn't even consider the though of cheating when committed to me. Perhaps i thought too highly of myself as a pseudo boyfriend to realise how shit of a person i actually was to her, the girlfriend and relationship i’d struggled against constantly but went with anyway, like a child born that you didn’t want but its there and you have to deal with it for the foreseeable future now.

It crushed me, truly it broke me, it was like Thor’s hammer Mjolnir rather than a sledgehammer hitting me now. I snapped, that impulsive behaviour that has so defined my life took over and i took my first venture down a path that’s deeper that pitt of self made hell, a path to actual hell.

After lots of screaming, shouting, swearing and horrendous name calling on the phone trying to get the truth i was decided i had enough of it all. I walked down to the wear bridge a few minutes from my city centre shared accom at the time, and climbed over the banister. I kept one hand on it and leant forward as far as i could. Into that darkness of cold black abyss i stared. My instinct to live and not die keeping me from letting go when everything inside screamed at me to do it, two people walked past me at this point, one sniggered and they kept walking, why bother living anymore if that’s how much i’m worth?

Eventually i decided to live, but i would be plagued my extreme anxiety, depressions and suicidal thoughts and tendencies more so than i had been (and throughout the last two chapters i had been to some degree) from now on.

During all this time before and shortly after my work life deteriorated as well but as a result of this and my general behaviour. During the inital time of first meeting my love i was a subjective personality i feel, you could get on with me, i was honest and upfront but also blunt, moody, somewhat intimidating and prone to wild mood swings that were hard for me to even look back on in retrospect. It certainly gained me a reputation at work, not a particularly good one as time went on. As a shift leader i was critical and overly keen to point someones mistakes and flaws out rather than help lift them up and better themselves, perhaps because i felt no one had to me, since a teenager i’d had to do things on my own with little emotional support to help. This certainly made me self reliant but at the expense of my empathy. To this day some employees would laugh at the concept of me having any in-depth emotions let alone writing a life story on tumblr.

So work goes on, promotions, more responsibility and more stress. More moods, less empathy more uncontrollable outburst.

And yet abit of light in this dark place i’d let myself get to. I went on a course for my level of management- people management course- delivered by a very charismatic Mark Bell, which for the first time in along time got me to think back on my behaviour, my actions, and how i have directly affected others. This caused a revelation in me, i began to change, rather than ready someone for the firing squad of verbal anger over a simple mistake, i’d say don’t worry its an easy mistake, or its all good just make sure it doesn’t happen again. Mercy? Compassion and empathy? Was this even the same Liam that got on the train to Glasgow? Or was he killed off and replaced by some synthetic version that understood people are only human? Regardless this new me continued to improve at work in regards to people but deteriorated rapidly at the pressures being imposed on him in his role. This new me was great but it drained my energy massively, to hold back the anger and not react impulsively was a burden but one i needed to bear.

Unfortunately this did not attain to my estranged girlfriend, throughout this time we continued on, this course had given me enough realisation that she was human and made a mistake or she was a compulsive liar that would always do this and i couldn’t changer her. She would over the course of 5 months prove to be the former but i would not realise this fully until typing these very words.

For those months she endured more, anger, more threats of me leaving her, me actually leaving her, me putting her down and enacting strict rules that restricted her social and even work life. At the time i thought it was justified and maybe for the first month or two it was as she had continued to lie over details and other activities. She sorted herself out to some degree, as much as anyone her age can, i however had poison in my heart, this betrayal was bitter and ran to the core. I couldn’t move past it no matter how hard i tried. We stuck it out, me in my mood swings and paranoia and her in her everlasting attempts to win my favour again. She goes to France and by this point i know i need her, i love her to distraction and i want a clean slate, i literally offer it and a fully fledged relationship, no more i might give you another chance. However i was bitter, i felt i was owed something, owed a chance to hurt her like she had me. Throughout this time i had been talking to a girl i knew from work, we became close friends but there was no feelings on my apart, except attraction. This developed into flirting and from their i took my opportunity to hurt my love. Afterwards i felt nothing, no sense of victory, or achievement. I decided to not tell her initially, i no loner wanted to hurt her, but not long after in a conversation further down the line i had a choice, tell her now as it was relevant or forever hold me piece and become that which i had hated in her. I told her and broke her heart yet she forgave me, instantly almost, no conditions save what i wanted to impose on myself. Still i couldn’t accept things and be happy with this new clean slate, i pushed harder and harder and more erratic each time, it was my slow decent in madness, as i become increasingly harder to deal with, increasingly nihilistic of my life and even narcissistic of my feelings over hers. The latter was unintentional but i could not cope, and it got worse.

She has recently went through two of the worse times of her life. The first i was totally not supportive in even the vaguest sense, and very limited in the latter part of it. I tried to be for the second event but she was self reliant now, she had to be, she couldn’t rely on me, i was getting worse and worse. She realised she was worth something, despite what she did. Though i love her with all my heart and everything else i couldn’t forgive her for what she had done, and as a result i refused to treat her as an equal to me. I never had for the whole year. I can try to justify it, i never wanted a relationship, why would i go through the motions of treating it as one? But it’s not good enough. I didn’t initially want that but i put myself in a position where it was the end result and i refused to change. Until now. Unfortunately too late, perhaps like me you’re seeing a pattern here.

So the present? I’m currently removed from her social media, she doesn’t want to speak to me and i’ve resorted to begging because i can’t cope. A far cry from this time last year when we had just started our initial phase of having fun and not knowing where it would go, and me resisting it going anywhere. These are the notes i made for my gp for an appointment i’m hoping to get the day of writing this to give you an idea of my current state:

List of issues:

Anger – extreme anger over small things, anger that isn't justifiable to the perceived act, anger over the slightest inconvenience and mainly aimed at my girlfriend

Suicidal thoughts – constant day in day out regardless of mood, few rare occurrences when I haven't, usually if I've had a really positive day, or a good day with girlfriend tends to overcome it

Love/hate – Mainly aimed at my girlfriend, constantly either love to the point of being unable to lose her, slightest hint of losing her sends my emotions into the extreme and I react impulsively as a result, sending messages impulsively that are pathetic, sympathy or anger related and to get a reaction, most the time not even realising its for those reason until or if I self reflect. The opposite is the hate phase which usually occurs when i'm secure in the relationship and not at risk of losing her, mind wonders, boredom kicks in and I seek impulsive pleasure. Currently knowing my relationship is over or 99% done and little I can do will save it, terrified of losing my girlfriend and desperately try to stop this but has the opposite effect, usually do to outbursts or suicidal thoughts.

Impulsive behaviour – When emotions get to high/hard to deal with always end doing something impulsively to try to numb what i'm feeling or make me feel better, usually done so through sex or sexual acts, a lot of time not thinking of the other persons feelings in regards to what they expect to happen afterwards, unprotected sex which I know isn't worth the risk but still engage in it. Recent turn to drinking when in a high mania type mood, not excessive or constant but more than previously.

Overly sensitive or Cold – either overly sensitive to everything, the slightest wrong word or out of phrase expression can consume me and send me into either a rage or a fit of depression that leads to suicidal thoughts or attempts

Paranoia – Constantly paranoid, mainly in relation to people looking at me at work or at uni or out in town walking about etc, if I walk past someone and they laugh my instant assumption is that its laughing at me and this quickly leads to anger/irritability and a downward spiral. Constantly paranoid over my girlfriend, initially started out as a normal not trusting people but reached a climax after she cheated on me over a month. Has spiralled out of control since then, constant checking of social media both from my view point and her showing me hers, constantly convincing myself she is still cheating or seeing someone I know or the guy she cheated on before if anything she does is slightly out of sync with what I feel is right which leads to mood swings. My gut feeling is completely out of true north and now everything looks suspicious.

Mood swings – As mentioned above in various ways, constant mood swings both relationship related and general, in general I can be really happy for a day or a week or even just a few hours or minutes and then one wrong word or even thought and I can ruin my whole day, leading to anger or depression and suicidal thoughts, emotions are hard to control, if I feel like crying, which I often do, it's hard not to, the counter of this is either hysterical laughter or anger. Emotions are hard to deal with and lead to me acting impulsively and the above things occurring. Primary cause of issues.

Laughter – Started laughing instead of crying, used it as a coping method to deal with emotions, works for about a minute

'Panic attacks' – use the term loosely, crying, unable to breathe, extreme panic and fight or flight type mood/reaction, lasts between 30seconds to a couple minutes.

Depression- constant low mood and negative thoughts, always negative thoughts, suicidal thoughts constantly, 2 attempts*, Nihilistic constantly, low self view and feelings of worthlessness, that my family and girlfriend would be better off without me.

Feeling lost and empty – Don't know who I am now, have thoughts of who I was, who I wanted to be, but no idea of who I am, where i'm going, feel lost and adrift. Feel empty and loneliness, unable to be close to anyone.

Struggle to concentrate - difficulty to concentrate on basic things, especially work task, uni studying and reading, the latter of which is especially hard recently.

Restlesness/struggle to sleep – Constantly restless, struggle to sit still unless actively engage (movie at the pictures I want to see) struggle to sleep constantly such as typing this at 04:50 when i have uni at 11am, rarely sleep for more than 6hrs undisturbed, often wake up after 3-4 hour intervals.

Thus ends the final part of ‘last time on Liam O’Brien’

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randomfanficlounge-blog · 7 years ago

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Antisepticeye Dossier

A/N: Vix here with another dossier! These are more or less just thoughts I've been thinking to myself. For me, that's kinda what makes certain fanmade characters of YouTubers interesting to me. You get to sit there and try to discover what makes the character tick and all that. I have seen a lot of people, not all but a lot, of people pursue more of either 'what' and 'how' a character came to be.

Which are very good questions but most of the time, people forget the 'why' portion of the character's existence. Why do they exist? Why do they do what they do? Why are they like this? And so on and so forth. And figured it'd be best to write it all down in case I forget important details and such. Also acts kinda like a FAQ... depending on the question. Also it is subject to change as I tweak it here and there in the future. Remember, I did not create Antisepticeye this is all just my collection of thoughts of how he came to be. Why he came to be as he is now. Anti is relatively new to me but caught my interest and after watching several videos, mostly one that show all the Antispeticeye moments… I sat here and thought about it. Hell I'm listening to the original song, Anti Personality by SecretlyMarkiplier'sBarry, right now as I'm writing this. Fucking good song to be honest.

But since Anti is still new to me, there's not going to be very much information on him here, until I finish my analysis of the character. Enjoy.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Theme: Anti Personality by SecretlyMakiplier'sBarry Name: AntiSepticEye Aka: Anti, AntiSeptic, Anti-Jack Age: N/A (depends on when his concept 'creation' was made which I don't know) [but for now his age is equal to Jack's which is: 27 years old] Height: Exact height as Jack Weight: Exact same as Jack's weight Hair: Exact same as Jack's style, if only a bit more wild and the green fluctuating between a darker or lighter shade than Jack's Eyes: Blue but can at will turn them into a solid jet black Clothing: Originally, he was clothed in dark hoodie and jeans. Currently wears a slimming black T-shirt, skinny black jeans and black shoes. Possibly a type of boot. He also wears a pair of black stud earrings, gothic in type. Unsure if they are the magnetic types or bar bell. Personality: Erratic and demented, Anti is twisted in nature, often giggling and laughing maniacally between bouts of ranting and raving. He has a strong desire to harm others by any kind of means; be it physical, emotional or psychological. He pairs that desire with his desire in scaring others, often interfering Jack's videos with his presence and sliding his beloved knife across his own neck to generate that fear; which he takes great delight in.

But he also harbors a great amount of anger and hatred for the fanbase and Jack himself… as well as a hatred for Darkiplier. Perhaps even a wicked streak of envy a mile long, perhaps jealous of the love Jack receives from the viewers; the fan-base thinking less of the evil entity and Dark being the more popular dark entity.

Granted, that is… debatable. He never truly states his reasons why he's angry. He's also quite intelligent, just because he's insane doesn't mean he's a fool. [Edit:] His intelligence is proven in a recent video 'Kill Jacksepticeye Bio INC Redemption' where he reveals that the entire time the fan-base had believed they had gotten Jack back from Anti, that it had been Anti who was in control and fooling them from the start. Not does make it amusing for him in fooling the fan-base but also agitated that they once again, threw him aside for Jack and mocked him. To which he threatens more harm on Jack 'next time', should the community forget about him or mock him again. He seems to also threaten Jack's other alter egos with harm should they step out of line once more. Anti is growing more confident in his powers and abilities, conducting control over Jack and the other alter egos like a puppeteer. He openly taunts and challenges the Jack's community to 'rescue' Jack themselves, as the alter egos are under his control and power. Weapons: Currently only known to have his beloved knife, but its possible he has multiple blades hidden on his person. Fighting Style: Close quarters with his knife (or knives) as his weapon of choice. Possibly a defensive fighter. Strengths: Aside his possible expert skills with the use of a knife; Anti possesses great agility, similar to Jack obviously. This also gives him great flexibility to dodge attacks and strikes, paired with his knives and possible defensive style; Anti can twist his way around oncoming attacks and slice at his opponents with his knives. It also gives him better chances at striking vital organs and if he manages to get behind his target, go right for slitting the throat.

Be mindful, however, that attacking him at close range is not recommended at the highest degree. With his glitchy movements, striking Anti is almost impossible and even harder to read his movements. Even mid-range and long-range attackers are to be wary, his speed and agility will allow him to close distances in short bursts.

Its gathered that he's able to create illusions and generate fear with those illusions to work in his favor. Its likely he is able to glitch warp in short distances and can interfere and control electronic equipment, namely cameras, computers and microphones. It is uncertain if he can warp into the internet like Virus!Cry can or not; but it is proven that he can cross to other dimensions as shown in Darkiplier VS Antisepcticeye video. Which could lead to possibly have the strength of a tulpa, like Darkiplier.

[Edit:] Anti's powers and abilities are growing in an alarming rate. He has exceeded prediction with his hold on Jacksepticeye. He refuses to let him go and it is concerning that he has been active this entire time since October of last year. It seems that he can control his host and his alter egos like a puppeteer, making them walk and talk as he wishes, or able to interfere with their doings if they attempt to help Jack escape his grasp. Extreme caution is warranted, Anti is a wild card and enjoys every minute of it. Weaknesses: Uncertain. It is not known what exactly are his weaknesses. So only those we deem as 'weakness' will be listed for now. While its possible that Anti can appear at will if he wishes, it seems to only last for a short amount of time. It also seems he can take control much better and faster, if Jack is under stress or terrified and possibly on Halloween. But Anti can also appear if he so much as feels as if Jack or the fan-base 'forgot' him or cross some invisible line with him.

As he is, for now, listed as a defensive fighter, its assumed that he does not have much in attack power, making him more towards a defense/evasion speed class fighter. So its possible for more powerful enemies to overwhelm him if they manage to get a hit in.

[Edit:] It seems there is another weakness Anti shows. His strong desire to be recognized and seeking attention… this is possible that he needs the viewers to pay attention and keep in him in mind for his strength and power to grow. As well as his overconfidence, that could lead to his downfall in the near future… but he is intelligent. His eyes never leave the viewers, his 'puppets'… even if he fails this time, he will learn and grow stronger. Relations: Jack (JackSepticEye) as his host for possessing and lighter counterpart; Mark (Markiplier) destests the man; Dark (Darkiplier) absolute hatred

Fears: Unknown Backstory: Unknown

Theories: 1) I was thinking along the lines that Jack is still alive, because... you know, Anti would have difficulty controlling a dead body and no amount make up and cologne would cover that up. But its possible that, Anti made us and Jack think he died, because there's not enough 'blood' to show that Jack bled to death for his evil counterpart to posses. Remember what Anti says as Jack was playing one game, "Forgotten? Or too afraid to remember?"

Jack could've been SO scared about the action Anti was making him commit in front of the camera so much in Say Goodbye, that he passed out; allowing Anti to take control without realizing it, hence his 'last words' "Help me..." Which could imply Jack was calling for help in the hopes of someone walking into his room and snatch the knife from him or attempt to rescue him before he thought he was dying. So this could mean that Anti needs Jack to be alive (until fans start to think of him as an entirely separate entity like how we recognize Darkiplier is) but unconscious or weak from fear or stress to take control for more than a few seconds. But this is just all in theory, yes I posted the theory in Antisepticeye page in Fandom wiki. 2) Given Anti's ranting in Say Goodbye then in Always Watching, it sounds like he's angry at the fanbase for he assumes to be 'walking all over' Jack… and angry at Jack for being 'too weak' to put his foot down. So its possible that Anti had wanted to protect Jack but with Jack suppressing him and keeping him inside 'for too long', he was denying Anti the right to do so. Locked away and chained where he couldn't lash out, Anti could have gone insane with his desire to help and his rage at the fanbase and then later towards Jack, has cracked his mind. And lost all care of 'protecting' and went for harming and generating fear to get people and Jack to listen to him. Again, all in theory. 3) With the same videos… as listed previously, this theory tilts toward the idea of Anti being a tulpa, a manifestation of the minds of the fan-base and Jack himself, thus being the evil and insane counterpart of the Irish YouTuber. But… no one paid attention to him and became jealous and angry of being 'created' for no reason but to be a whimsical fantasy… perhaps merely a 'copied' idea fans had thought about in relation to Darkiplier.

That could be his source of hatred for them all, just nothing but a copy and not treated equally.

And in his jealously, he sets out to take the attention he believes he deserves… one way or another, doing things that others couldn't do. Possessing Jack and 'killing' him to prove his power (which is very likely an illusion he created to gain easy access to Jack's body) ; and directly challenging Dark for position of 'King' of the… dark realm they're in, to prove he is better and assert his existence to others. [Whether it be Raspy Hill (given that Dark had shooed him away and told him he 'didn't belong' and to 'go home'…) Or YouTuHell (or YouTuDark… whatever the hell the darkside of Youtube is called) or some other dark realm Dark rules over currently.]

The actions he does, the interferences with Jack's videos to openly confronting Darkiplier, could be ways of him not wanting to be taken lightly, thought of as second best or perhaps to not be forgotten. 4) Combining theories 1 and 3…

Anti seems to be a tulpa, a manifestation of the minds of the fan-base and Jack himself, thus being the evil and insane counterpart of the Irish YouTuber. But… no one paid attention to him and became jealous and angry of being 'created' for no reason but to be a whimsical fantasy… perhaps merely a 'copied' idea fans had thought about in relation to Darkiplier.

That could be his source of hatred for them all, just being thought of nothing but a copy and not treated equally.

And in his jealously, he sets out to take the attention he believes he deserves, one way or another... doing things that others couldn't do. Forcing Jack to believe he was dying to easily possess the unconscious and terrified YouTuber. After all, he enjoys harming others, you can't harm a 'dead' person. But he can harm him more than physically, letting Jack suffer in trapping him in his own mind, unable to communicate with the fan-base freely. Even going as far control his movements, watching him with a sharp eye.

This action allows Anti to prove his power as well as instill fear, dominance and control over Jack, his alter egos and the community. Anti seems to grow in power the more people think of him and he continues to fuel that thought to gain that extra strength. This strength allows him keep control over Jack, pretending to be him to fool and taunt the community. Of course, it doesn't take long for Anti to be upset as people don't think of him often as he likes… which is to be evil and extremely feared.

In the video, 'Kill Jacksepticeye Bio INC Redemption', Anti interferes with Dr. Schneeplestein's attempts to save Jack. Taking control of his actions to stall and make things worse, even go as far as nearly getting the doctor to strangle himself with the headphones' wire. This proves his strength in power and being able to take control of others aside from Jack.

Though this is probably because Dr. Schneep is an alter ego Jack has.

Anti rants about being in control and tired of the fan-base ignoring him. Its possible that while in Jack's body and searching around to see what people thought of him (Anti), he sees that people… do not fear him. Instead, they romanticize him and turning him into, what he calls, a 'glitch bitch'… which he doesn't like being seen as and sees it as an insult.

I mean, I don't blame him really. You're an evil counterpart of someone and people think of you as a romantic figure and basically whipped… you'd be pissed too.

It's also possible that he's angry at being mocked in the 'Darkiplier vs Antisepticeye' video. Doing it with Mark, in thinking it would be more serious, only to see it was a mockery of what he wanted to do. Which is directly challenging Dark for position of 'King' of the… dark realm they're in, to prove he is better and assert his existence to others.

This is kinda proven when Anti mocks 'Dark' to 'put on' more make-up; cunningly insulting Mark that he was as weak as Jack and that the world is Anti's since Jack isn't there to stop him. As well as taunt Mark that his best friend is gone and he doesn't even realize it. Though that is merely an assumption. But its still scary to think about… all the youtubers pretending to be their evil personas and yet there was a true one among them.

The actions he does, interfering with Jack's videos to openly taunting the community, could be ways of him not wanting to be taken lightly, thought of as second best; and most importantly, to not be forgotten. [These are currently the theories made so far by this mind… more could be made as more information is found. For the current moment, this report on subject: AntiSepticEye is up to date.] [The document is subject to change as more information is brought to light. And as subject: AntiSepticEye grows in power… there will be more to come.]

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btsbloodtearssquees · 8 years ago

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Bound In Love And Law - Part 2

Requested~

1 2 3 “Together we are bound, that is not our choice. But it is our choice what binds us.”

Yoongi sighed as he shoved his cup across the table, leaving room for him to lean forwards on his arms. “I thought I gave you a weekly limit for how many wild conspiracy theories I would listen to” he said. “Last I checked you’d already reached that.”

“But this isn’t just a wild theory-”

“You already try tell me that, but it always is” Yoongi said firmly. “I have to be getting home anyway. Y/N still hasn’t properly recovered from hitting her head.”

Wiping his mouth with a napkin, Yoongi got up from the cafe booth and headed for the door. But of course, Taehyung couldn’t resist throwing in the last word. “You just wait and see, Hyung. No good will come of your deal with her family.”

“My parents’ deal” Yoongi muttered, not even looking back as he stepped into the crisp winter air.

Meanwhile, you sat cross legged on the living room floor doing a puzzle. It was a special colour gradient one with 500 pieces. Your doctor has said it would help you stay calm and relaxed, and so far, it was working. You sifted through the pieces, finding the ones of the right colour and trying to find each one their place. You were working the red section.

The front door opened not too far away as Yoongi came in. He shrugged off his coat and shoes before coming to find you. “Y/N?”

“In the living room” you responded, pushing a piece successfully into its place.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

You hesitated a moment before answering, not sure if he would consider your activity childish or not. “A puzzle” you eventually offered.

“It’s not one with a picture, is it?” Yoongi asked, sitting on the couch behind you and picking up the box. “It’s just a gradient scale?”

“Yeah” you said, inspecting two different pieces that looked virtually the same. In the end you just tried the both of them in the same place one after the other. The second one fit.

“You’ve done quite a bit, how long have you been working on it?”

“Most of the afternoon. I don’t really have much else to do” you said, collecting the remainder of the dark red pieces in a handful.

“Do you want any help?” he offered, looking at the pile of pieces you still had.

“That’d be nice” you said with a slight smile. “If you aren’t busy with anything else.”

“I’m not busy.” Yoongi slid down to sit on the floor beside you. He glanced at the pile that almost looked off without the reds in it. “I’ll sort it out by colour” he said, leaving you to continue putting the puzzle together. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine. No headaches or anything.”

“No dizziness or fainting?”

They were the same questions he’d asked at least once a day since you’d collapsed in front of him. You had been forced to tell him about your ‘issue’ after that - about how your heart rate got erratic when you got stressed and it sometimes led to brief fainting spells. You’d glossed over the reason for your stress though Yoongi had assumed it was the arranged marriage in general, and had made a careful effort to be more friendly and open around you. He wasn’t sure exactly how successful his attempts were, but at any rate, you did seem to be a little more at ease around him. That could be considered as a success.

“How was your day?” you asked, still trying to fit various pieces together as he organised the colours.

“Nothing special” he said. “Just the same work as usual. What about you?”

“Nothing special. I just stayed at home reading and doing my puzzle. Things like that.”

“Don’t you ever get bored just staying at home all the time?” Yoongi asked, glancing over at you. The last time you’d gone out to the best of his knowledge was about a week beforehand when you’d gone grocery shopping. You shrugged. “I don’t have anywhere to go. It’s not like I have a job or anything like that.”

“What about friends?”

You shrugged again. “They all work and have families to look after. It’s hard to find time when they’re free to meet up” you said, not wanting to properly admit that you’d been growing rather distant from your friends in the past year or so.

Yoongi pressed his lips together thoughtfully, pushing the pile of blue pieces aside. “Would you like to work?” he asked.

You glanced at him. “What do you mean?”

“If you want, you can come into the office with me and do some stuff for a couple hours a day” he said.

“I’ve never really worked before…” you said uncertainly. “I probably wouldn’t know anything.”

Yoongi laughed slightly. “All you need to know is the alphabet, how to count and how to work a computer” he said. “But it was only a suggestion. You don’t have to if you’d rather just stay at home.”

You tried to find any shade of mockery or manipulation in his voice but there was nothing. Focusing your attention on the puzzle, you turned over his offer in your mind. Whether you felt like you’d be good at it or not, you really did want to give it a go. It would give your days purpose, something to look forward to other than your occasional binge on fried chicken. But your father wouldn’t like it at all. He’d never let your mother into the company unless there was some sort of function, let alone let her work there.

“Your father doesn’t control you anymore” a small voice whispered in the back of your mind. But that scared you almost as much as it freed you. If your father wasn’t going to direct you, then who was? You knew the answer was that you were to do it yourself. Making a decision, you broke the silence. “I’d like to give it a go” you said, meeting his eyes. Yoongi smiled - something that automatically made you smile back.

“Great” he said. “Do you want to come in tomorrow with me? We’ll see if you’re still interested after a couple hours and then we can discuss your wage.”

“Oh you don’t need to pay me” you said quickly. You had no want for money, just a wish to not be at home all day everyday with the same monotonous housework and schedule.

“I’m not going to have slave labor from my wife” Yoongi said, almost sternly.

Something strange twisted inside you as he said ‘my wife.’ Something that made you feel both sweetly happy and miserably lonely - afterall, you were his wife only in word and law. It’s not as though there were any feelings involved. Though you were beginning to wonder if that was as true for you as it was for him.

Shoving aside the confused sense of longing, you’d turned back to the puzzle, putting all of your focus into it this time.

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There was something about being in the workplace that made you feel revived and energetic. Even the most simple tasks gave you a sense of purpose. Everything was new and exciting to discover, though you did wonder if you’d be as excited if you had to go there for a regular work week. You probably would have ended up as tired and drawn out looking as the hoards of secretaries and receptionists bustling around. But for that moment, you simply sat in Yoongi’s office, going through the hoards of paperwork that had built up in only a couple days. He’d asked you to order them according to the company branch it had come from and then alphabetically before rushing off to a meeting. It was easy work, and you hummed to yourself as you organised the papers.

It hadn’t been long before there was a brisk knock at the door and a young man strode in with a fistful of half-crumpled papers. He stopped sharply upon seeing you, blinking at you owlishly behind large round glasses. “Hello? Where’s Yoongi Hyung?” he asked. You realised that this man must be a friend of Yoongi’s to be referring to him in such a comfortable manner.

“He’s at a meeting” you said. “Did you need something?”

“No, I was just going to tell him something” he said, “I’m Taehyung, what about you?”

“Y/N” you said, shuffling some papers about and expecting him to leave in the next few moments. But he didn’t.

“Oh!” he exclaimed. “You’re Hyung’s wife! That’s perfect, you can give me evidence.”

“Give you what?” you said, visibly startled as he pulled up a chair and sat across the table from you. He leant forward eagerly, having produced a pen to scrawl notes or a piece of paper.

“Evidence about your father’s shady business. I’m trying to convince Hyung that this deal with your family’s business won’t be good for his own company but he won’t listen to me without rock - solid proof.”

If you were startled before, you were even more so now. Evidence? Shady business? Proof? Just what on earth was this man talking about? “I don’t know what you mean…” you said slowly, suddenly becoming aware that your heart rate had increased ever so slightly.

Taehyung hummed, tapping the pen on his chin as he thought. “So either you have been kept in the dark by your father or you’re covering for him.”

“I’m not covering for anything!”

“Ah, so he’s hidden it from you. I bet he never really lets you in the company?”

“No, he doesn’t…”

“What about your mother?” he pressed, making a note on one of his pages.

“She died 5 years ago” you said curtly, beginning to look for an escape out of the conversation. You could have just walked out of the room, but you got the feeling that Taehyung was the kind of person to follow you anywhere you went - even if that meant the women’s bathroom.

“How?” Taehyung asked eagerly, as if that one fact would bring all the clues of the ‘mystery’ together. You clasped your hands tightly under the table, feeling the pounding begin in your ears and chest as you remembered. Remembered coming home from school to hear the raised voices. You struggled to remember what they said, only recalling the surprise and anxiety that came as you realised your mother was shouting at your father. That had never happened before.

“Kim Taehyung, get out” Yoongi suddenly snapped from the doorway, having heard the tail end of the conversation.

“Hyung..” he immediately whined, but Yoongi would not be moved.

“Get back to work, stop wasting time that I’m paying you for” he said, gesturing for him to get out the door. Looking very much like a dog with its tail between its legs, Taehyung got to his feet and vanished with minimal grumbling. Yoongi shut the door firmly behind him.

“Sorry about that, he’s a good kid, he just tends to get a bit carried away by-” Yoongi said before cutting off at the sight of you. You still sat, shoulders slightly hunched as you stared at the space between you and the table. There was no indication in your posture that you’d even heard him come in.

“Y/N?” he asked, crossing over to you. He crouched down beside your chair, putting a hand on your shoulder.

You blinked at the contact, eyes coming back into focus as you looked at him.

“Are you okay?” Yoongi asked gently.

You hesitated before slowly nodding. You heart was normal again. “I’m fine now” you said.

“I’m sorry about Taehyung. Sometimes he gets a bit caught up in his wild ideas and theories, but he doesn’t mean any harm.”

“I know” you said, forcing yourself to smile. “He’s just looking out for you.”

Yoongi nodded before standing back up. “How are you going with the paperwork?” he asked, observing your neat piles.

“I’ve finished all of it except this one pile” you said, picking up a couple pages yet to be put in their place.

“Very good. I just have a couple more things to get sorted. Once you’ve finished, just put their papers in the filing cabinet and then we’ll go to lunch. Is that alright?”

“That’s fine” you said, nodding with a smile - a genuine one that time.

And so the weeks passed in a similar fashion. Every morning, you would go with Yoongi to his office in the morning, returning home after the two of you ate lunch together. So far, you hadn’t found yourself growing bored of office work, actually enjoying the organising of each thing into its proper place. Much like the way your puzzle had, it kept you calm and relaxed - though you were under no illusion than your cruisy mornings were in any way an actual representation of office work. You also simply enjoyed being able to speak to Yoongi, getting to know him much better and he got to know you.

Increasingly, you found yourself relying on his calm and steady demeanour, and by the time you had been married for four months, you realised something with a hint of regret. You had grown to love him.

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Yoongi sat with his head on the desk, trying to look as bored as he possibly could. But of course that did absolutely nothing to dissuade the torrent of words coming out of Taehyung’s mouth.

“...and I know you’re skeptical, but my facts hold so far. I just need definite evidence to glue everything together, so if you just let me speak to your wife-”

“That’s enough, Taehyung” Yoongi said, much in the way one would speak to a young child.

“Hyung! I can prove what I’m saying! I’m certain about it this time.”

Yoongi stood up and wandered over to the window to look out over the city. “Just a few months ago you were certain that the true mastermind behind the Kennedy assassination was -”

“Just because something hasn’t been proved doesn’t mean it’s automatically disproved” Taehyung said with a slight pout.

“Either way, you aren’t speaking to Y/N about your embezzlement theories. She doesn’t know anything about it if it is going on. Her father hardly ever lets her in the company door.”

“Mighty suspicious, isn’t it” Taehyung said thoughtfully, looking at his scrawled notes.

“Taehyung, I don’t pay you to spin stories” Yoongi said, feeling much more patient that day.

“You pay me to protect the public image of you and your company and investigate all threats. Which is what I’m doing” Taehyung replied, suddenly looking very serious. “This isn’t just one of my theories, this is work.”

Yoongi regarded the other man for several moments before returning to his seat. “Alright Taehyung. What are the facts? Not what you think is going on, but what do you definitely know?”

Taehyung glanced at his notes, slightly disappointed that he didn’t get to use them but eventually pushed them aside. “The only thing that is rock solid is that there are numerous rumors and whispered of her father being involved in bribery, embezzlement and other shady deals. When there’s an abundance of these rumors, it’s usually true but in any case, his record it far from clean in any regard. You married his daughter so if he goes down, rest assured, you’re likely to be dragged down as well.”

Yoongi sighed, rubbing his face. “Okay…” he said, thinking it over. “Do whatever digging you need to. But don’t talk to Y/N.”

Taehyung looked like he was protest but nodded his agreement. “I’ll let you know of my progress next week” he said before getting up and making his way out of the office.

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Here it is, a long last, the second part~ It took so long because I have almost no idea what I’m doing with this story... I kind of just write and see what happens haha. Anyway, I hope you look forward to the next part, which will be the last part and hopefully all of this gets resolved some way or another.

Remember requests are always open.

- Quillfire

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