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bookshelf-dust · 1 month ago

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cat in the castle

frank castle x fem!reader

gif by @darlingshane

word count: 2,626

warnings: nothing i can think of, barely a mention of frank’s occupation, some smooching, literally just fluff

synopsis: the cat distribution system has chosen you…and your live-in boyfriend, frank. it’s safe to say he never thought of himself as a pet-having guy.

a/n: hello!! what with ddba and the fact that i’ve been rewatching the punisher, frank has taken up residence in my brain and made himself quite comfortable. i hope i’ve done him justice! writing a new character and then posting is always a little scary lol. enjoy, my loves!! <3

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It’s not quite dark out yet, but Frank is silhouetted in the warm light from the front porch. The moths haven’t even begun to flutter out, circling until the yellow bulbs embrace them. The man slips his house key in the lock and turns; the motion is fluid despite only having lived here for a few months.

Frank had told you he would handle getting you whatever kind of house you wanted, but you never cared about living in a castle. All you asked was that there be a spare room you could turn into a shared library for the both of you. Now, it has big, comfy chairs and a set of antique lamps that Frank hauled into the bed of his truck before you’d even admitted to wanting them. He built you a ladder for the top shelf of books after a conversation with your mother one evening and wouldn’t let you cry when he showed it to you.

He’s got a fistful of grocery bags in his right hand. You’d been watching some show on the Food Network earlier in the day and gotten fixated on this pasta they were making. All they had to do was say “four-cheese blend,” and you were sold.

A few moments spent rummaging in your little pantry revealed that you had noodles. Macaroni noodles precariously close to expiring. So, in that gruff tone that makes you weak in the knees, Frank asked—no, he set down a pad and pencil in front of you and waited—what you needed. He grabbed his keys, said he might stop and pick up some oil for your car too, and that was that. He was out for maybe an hour and a half.

Stepping inside, Frank uses his elbow to knock the porch light switch down. You always cut it on, just in case. He toes off his boots and turns the deadbolt before surveying his surroundings, looking for you as he walks into the kitchen. You’re not on the couch, though there’s an ass-shaped indent in the blanket thrown across the cushions.

“Hey, babydoll, where you at?” he asks, projecting his voice to the other rooms in the house. No answer.

He listens a little harder as he quickly tosses the cold stuff in the fridge and leaves the rest on the counter. He doesn’t hear the shower. He knows you better than to feel unsettled, knows the atmosphere of his home well enough to know nothing terrible is afoot. He’s just afraid of what you might be up to.

Frank makes his way to your bedroom. The light in the en-suite is on.

“There you go, sweetie. Take it easy.” A vein in Frank’s throat jumps at your voice. His thumb and forefinger slide against each other.

“That feels nice? Oh yeah, that’s the good stuff, huh?”

Frank pauses in the doorway. Who the hell are you talking to like that? He crosses the threshold to the bathroom in two strides, courtesy of his long, long legs. The sight before him is not at all what he expected. But what was he even expecting?

The porcelain side of the tub has gone warm from where you’ve been sitting up against it for so long, keeping watch over the little thing tottering around your bathroom, over your lap and back again. The pressure in your bladder is reaching its peak—you’ve been holding in the urge to go for at least forty minutes.

You were so focused on the task at hand that you didn’t hear Frank come in, but you aren’t surprised to see him staring down at you. Relief washes over you.

“Oh, thank God, Frankie.” He watches as you push off the wall and stand, your gait a little wobbly, probably because your legs are asleep. “Hold ‘em for me, I’ve never had to pee so bad in my entire life.” You don’t give your boyfriend any time to process things. Suddenly there’s just a teeny ball of fluff in his huge hands.

As you sit down on the toilet, you briefly think about the fact that you never imagined you’d be at the level of comfortable with a man so as to pee while he’s in the same room as you, but here you are. You’re quick, only taking in the expression on Frank’s face once you’ve washed your hands.

You can’t read him. This is, without a doubt, a look you’ve never seen on him before. You have no idea what it means.

“Frankie, baby? Are you with me?”

He meets your gaze. “What is this?” You blink up at him. “I-I mean, I know what it is, but what is this?”

You giggle and take the kitten out of Frank’s hands, setting it back down on the small pallet you’d made out of some older beach towels. Your heart flutters at the triangular tail and teeny little paws padding across the floor.

“Well, I heard this noise out back while you were gone, and I couldn’t figure out what it was so I went to look and—”

“You went investigating while I wasn’t here?”

“—anyway, I saw this little baby kitty pawing at the siding. You know that loose vent cover you keep meaning to fix? They were trying to pull themselves up and under there. I think they were looking for a safe hideout, Frankie, and I couldn’t just leave him out there, so I checked for Mama kitty and any other babies, but I didn’t see anything and this one’s so small…I think it’s the runt. Mama might’ve left ‘em behind. Or they could’ve been dumped, I’m really not sure.”

You look up at Frank, track the crease between his brows, the slight downturn to his full lips. But his eyes tell a different story. They’re soft, lashes kissing at the corners. His eyes have never lied to you.

“…Comments? Questions? Concerns?” you quip, keeping your eyes on his. If this were anyone else, Frank’s stance would be guarded. He’d become a human blockade, standing his ground, making sure you knew nothing was getting past him. That he made the rules. But you’re his girl.

He slumps up against the bathroom vanity, looking over the kitten. It’s a pale orange color, striped and its paws tipped in white. Its front two legs are in the food bowl as he messily eats the teeny bit of sustenance you’ve provided. It almost looks like you’ve taken a pestle to last night's pot roast. Frank knows you grew up with pets. You’ve told him about every last one, dug up pictures, said you’d love to get a cat or a dog or even a damn fish with him one day. And even though he loves the way your eyes turn into cartoon hearts when you talk about pets, it’s just never happened.

Finally, Frank speaks. “You know how to take care of this thing?”

You beam at him. “Yeah! I mean, it’s too late now except for an emergency place, but I’m hoping to find a vet tomorrow because you never know what the baby might have or need, y’know? And we’ll need a litter box and a scratching pad and some toys. And I have no clue how old they are, I just hoped this food was okay. They might need a milk replacement.” You lean down and scoop up the kitten, causing him to look around madly for a few seconds. Frank catches the moment you realize you’ve probably gotten ahead of yourself. He senses the change in your breathing.

“But that can all be temporary, too. Some vets will put animals up for adoption, and I can call around at work or ask my mom if she knows anyone who might want a—”

Frank takes the cat from you, successfully leaving you speechless. He lowers his head until he finds your eyes, wordlessly making you look at him when you talk. “Hey, no. Nah, don’t do that.” He lifts the kitten up so he’s level with it. “I know you wanna keep this thing, so just say that, sweetheart.”

“I wanna keep it so bad, Frank. Honestly, I was tempted to just keep him in the closet and take care of him in secret. I had a book like that when I was a kid, and it worked pretty well for them, so. But I don’t want you to be unhappy.”

“Hush. If you’re happy, I’m happy—you know damn well that’s the case.”

You push up on your tiptoes, your arms going around Frank’s neck. “You’re sure? We get to have a cat?”

He rolls his eyes, wrapping his free arm around your back and slowly rubbing up and down your spine. He hums his response. When you go to pull away, he holds onto you tighter.

“Hey, hey, not gonna gimme a kiss? Didn’t when I came home, like usual.” He scrunches his brows together. The pout.

You place your hands on his cheeks, feeling the start of stubble, and kiss him firmly on the lips. He tastes like those cinnamon mints he keeps in the truck. You kiss him three more times in quick succession, pulling out a smile. It’s the one he reserves just for you. His gaze darts away from you and his hands pull at your shirt. You’ve made him shy.

The kitten mews between the two of you. “Oh, come here, little baby,” you say, taking the cat and holding it to your chest. “Too much PDA, huh? We’ll do better, I promise.”

Frank finds it hard to comprehend the flea-like size of the thing. They have a silent staring contest. “Is he gonna shit all over the bathroom tonight?”

You laugh. “I’ll go get some newspaper.”

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It’s always the big, scary looking men that end up having teeny pets that they’re total suckers for. Frank is no exception. And right now, you’re pretty damn jealous of your cat. Mercutio (he let you have control over naming the little guy) is draped over Frank’s bare chest where he sits in your oversized, well-loved chair. He’s been there for hours. Frank hadn’t intended to sit there either, only pausing for a moment's time to cut the tv on, that is until Mercutio curled up on top of your boyfriend, exactly where you wanted to be.

When Frank’s home, you try to spend as much time glued to his side as possible, which is why you’d asked to watch a movie with him, thinking you’d get to cuddle for the whole duration. You sit on the couch, legs stretched out in front of you, arms crossed over your chest. You’re watching the movie, sure, but you’re undoubtedly pouting. That cat was supposed to be yours—for one. For another, what ever happened to sharing?

You wiggle your toes in between the couch cushions like you would do to Frank’s thighs if he were sitting next to you, like he’s meant to be. Every few minutes you glance in his direction, hoping Mercutio will get up to go use the litter box or get something to eat, or even that Frank will be so desperate to be near you that he’ll move the cat himself if it means he can touch you.

You tuck yourself more firmly into your little mountain of blankets and try to focus your attention on the film. A glare out of the corner of your eye distracts you almost immediately. Mercutio has swiveled his head in your direction, the light from the television reflecting on his eyes in the dim living room. He’s looking at you.

And he looks proud. Like he’s caught the damn canary. Traitor, you think. That’s my man, you little shit. You roll your eyes, turn back to the tv.

Frank hears the sound your skin makes against the leather as you shuffle down the length of the couch. He glances over at you, your chin tucked into your chest, your brows practically hugging with the frown on your lips. He drags a hand down Mercutio’s back and the cat chirps, stretching his legs and hopping down. Frank sits up and stretches in a similar way. “What’s with the pout, sweetheart?”

You keep your eyes glued to the tv, despite your gaze being unfocused so that you’re not watching anything at all, just staring at a moving blur of color. “‘M not pouting.”

Frank knows exactly what your problem is. He has since he sat down and Mercutio hopped into his lap. He just wants to tease you until the words leave your mouth. My jealous girl.

He stands, socked feet padding across the hardwoods toward you. Frank lifts your extended legs and slides onto the couch beneath them. He sets them on top of his own before dragging his fingers up and down your calves, occasionally massaging your skin with impossibly slow, firm strokes. You try to ignore the tingle that climbs up your spine. He’s giving you the attention you’ve wanted all evening, but you’re too far into your mood to let up that easily.

You fight the urge to shut your eyes, to climb into Frank’s lap and curl into his chest, into that spot you swear was made for your body to slot against his like pieces of a puzzle. He resorts to grabbing for your hand. His thumbs pressing into the meat of your palms, sweeping out rivers of the tension you hadn’t even realized were there has always been it for you. The moment you’ll cave. You want so badly to keep up the stubborn act, but your body is already softening. Your heart flutters for him.

“You were supposed to be sitting with me…” you mumble, your voice a timid thing. Frank turns his head to look at you. His left arm extends, the backs of his fingers grazing your cheek and giving the gentlest of pushes, making you look back at him.

He raises his brows. “You poutin’ ‘cause the cat was taking up your spot, sweetheart?”

You nod, trying to sink further into the couch cushions. “He knew what he was doing. He fuckin’ gave me the hairy eyeball.”

Frank’s head falls against the back of the couch, the thick cords of his neck bared to you and only you. He’s stubbly. Without meaning to you’ve taken one of his big hands in both of yours, holding it to your belly. “You’re something else, y’know that?” he says.

You stick your bottom lip out. Frank stretches his body over yours, kissing the pout away. He kisses you with purpose, telling the jealousy to quit while it’s ahead. Butterflies wiggle in your stomach at the way his brows knit together while he kisses you; he’s so intent on making it better. He kisses you twice more.

“Not my fault that the cat I found and cared for is trying to steal my man. He’s so unappreciative.”

Frank laughs, breathy and sweet. “There’s plenty of me to go around, babydoll.”

You scrunch your nose. “Ew, Castle.” Frank keeps laughing, laughing until he’s settled fully on top of you, his arms circling your back and his cheek flat against your chest.

Mercutio appears a while later, licking his lips. He’s clearly been helping himself to that late night snack. He appraises the situation on the couch and raises himself up on white-dipped paws, peering over the edge of the cushions. Frank’s half asleep on you, but there’s no missing the feeling of Mercutio’s feet on his bare back as the cat settles himself there, leveling his gaze with yours. The cat blinks slowly at you and begins to purr.

“Jesus,” Frank mumbles. But he hears you giggle. You’ve got both your boys right where you want them.

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aropride · 6 months ago

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fascinated and distressed by chase's disordered relationship with sexuality + his emotions abt his own trauma & abuse

thru the beginning of the show he doesn't even realize he's hot despite being objectively attractive. when he finds out he's hot he then realizes people pretend to be interested in him as a person in order to have sex with him and gets super upset about it

he starts having a bunch of meaningless sex as a coping mechanism when cameron leaves him. and also a lot of other times. whenever something bad happens, basically, he starts going out with a bunch of women, just to feel something, presumably

^to the extent where hes known within the hospital as a slut. and has had sex with an insane amount of nurses. as well as presumably women who are not at his place of work.

he says doing this made him hate himself so he stopped. it's the b-plot for an episode and then he's back having meaningless sex again by the end of the episode

even his coworkers know this about him. and have called it out, masters even says she thinks he doesn't respect women bc, in her words, he's with a different one every few days or maybe he finds comfort in meaningless relationships

goes back to having meaningless sex within weeks of getting stabbed. which is really bad for wound healing reasons too. genuinely it seems like such compulsive behavior for him considering he keeps doing it even when its objectively not only a bad idea but actively dangerous

house even directly says he's "a serial slut" because he's "terrified of intimacy." incredibly accurate assessment

his relationship with his sexuality reads so heavily as someone who thinks they're not good for anything else

see also: dr. fawn response

general passive willingness to go along with anything- when cameron says they should have sex in s3 he's surprised and then he just kinda goes along with it. not bc he didn't want to bc he obviously did, but he's just generally very much someone who does whatever other people want him to do. i feel like he and cameron both tend to seek validation thru sex in an unhealthy way that i'm still gnawing on like a dog with a bone i have to go rewatch s3 to really articulate it though

he has a sort of desperation for praise and approval especially from anyone he views as an authority figure. he does whatever authority figures tell him out of this idea that it'll bring him approval and therefore safety

like no matter what house does or says to him he doesn't argue or retaliate or anything. even when house punches him he collapses on the ground in pain and then just keeps talking about the patient like nothing happened.

the scene in 3.10 after house punches him where he's in the ddx room and house walks in and throws the file at him and chase is startled and tries to pretend he's not. and he looks up with this huge fuck ass bruise on his jaw swallows heavily and pretends not to be upset. and house asks if he got that looked at as if he wasn't the one to give it to him and chase just swallows and says he's fine. dr fawn response :(

#text #i still have a few episodes left Worried im gonna post this and immediately soemthing else will Happen that is relevant here #avian i stole the phrase 'dr fawn response' from u its really good its been bouncing around my head for several days #chase #robert chase #house md #Implication here being i think he was sexually abused at some point. idk if the Writers intended that #but i'm looking at him with my eyes and thinking about him in my brain and it's very clear to me #house spoilers #analysis

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zerosomnia · 1 month ago

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Thunderbolts Bucky Barnes x Reader:

The Perfect Gentleman

Summary: The reader, having recently started using dating apps, laments about their failing love life to some of the group. Bucky, shocked by the attitude of their dates, offers to show them how a real gentlemen acts on a date.

Genre: Fluff

Author's Note: Eeek! I've been wanting to write a Bucky fic for sooo long - it's quite late here though, so I'm sorry if I have missed any typos. Also, I rewatched the movie at the cinema, so I am feeling extra inspired atm! Big potential for part 2 here so lmk what you think.

Word Count: 2867

Four of you sat in the common room of the watchtower. Walker and Ava sat on the floor, playing some form of card game on the low coffee table, bickering occasionally when one would dislike another's choice in cards. Bucky was over by the minibar, back turned to you all, and nose deep in some book. And you? Well, you were lying back on the couch, disgust plastered on your face as you flicked through dating profiles on some app. Throwing your phone down on the cushions next to you with a frustrated groan, you rubbed your hands across your face, hiding your despair from your fellow teammates. Not that it wasn’t obvious, Ava and Walker had already slowed their incessant battle of sarcasm to watch you.

“You ok?” Walker broke the silence. You chuckled bitterly into your hands.

“I am totally fantastic, Walker.” He shook his head.

“Fine, don’t tell us,”

Ava sent him a sideways glare, already having an inkling about what this was related to.

Recently, you had made an attempt to reignite your dating life. It may, or may not have been, an attempt to get over a certain teammate – but no one had to know that. Unfortunately, the intricacies of the modern dating world were almost entirely new to you, as being an assassin rarely left many networking opportunities. Your first attempts at romance had not been pleasant experiences.

“This isn’t about that dating app again, is it?” Ava jumped straight into the deep end, leaving an uncomfortable silence lingering in the room. Peeking out from under your hands, your attention was drawn to a certain dark-haired super solider, who had stilled at the mention of your dating life. You turned back to Ava.

“Ding! Ding! Ding! We have a winner!” You tried to mask your discomfort behind the joke, hoping that the others wouldn’t dwell too much on it.

“I don’t get that stuff,” Walker butted in, annoyance was evident in his voice but you couldn’t decide if it was the cards or the topic of conversation. “Why do you need an app to meet people? Just go outside.” You chuckled at Walker’s bluntness.

“That’s easy for you to say, you’ve been married.” Ava bit back. You agreed with her, sitting up so you could address them properly.

“Yeah, Ava’s right. Plus, spending your life around people who are just training you to kill, or are being killed by you, doesn’t leave much room for practice with flirting.” Bucky had fully turned in his chair now and had given up on pretending to read, observing your conversation from afar.

“You know,” You turned to face Ava – she always gossiped with you about your dates. “I went on a date with this person like two days ago, and they got up mid-way through our dinner to go to the bathroom-”

“Oh noooo, how terrible,” Walker interrupted you. In response, you threw a pillow at the back of his head.

“As I was saying!” You glared at Walker. “They went to the bathroom and then never came back! I got left to foot the bill.” You saw Walker visibly cringe, clearly feeling bad about his previous comment.

“Jeez… that’s not cool,” Was all he could manage. Ava sent him a pointed look.

“Really? That’s the best you could give them?” The pair started to bicker again, too distracted to notice Bucky approaching you all and sitting near you on the couch.

“That… that’s bad. That wouldn’t have happened when I was younger, they wouldn’t have gotten away with it.” That silenced Ava and John.

“You are, like, one hundred years old. Dating has changed.” Ava shrugged. You found yourself staring at Bucky, who had a wistful look on his face.

“I don’t know, I’m probably just overreacting. I’m sure there are lots of other, far worse things that could have happened." You tried to reassure your friends.

“I suppose it is good by your standards…” Walker commented. You whipped your head around to stare at him.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Well… didn’t you go on a date where someone spent the whole time telling you about how in love with their ex they were?” Walker trailed off, only for Ava to jump in and add to your shame.

“And what about that one where your date got blackout drunk and trashed the restaurant?” You could feel heat rising up your neck, especially with the way Bucky was staring at you with wide-eyed incredulity.

“Where are you finding these people?” The quiet horror was evident in Bucky’s voice.

“Oh that’s nothing. There was this one time-”

“Okay! We get it! I don’t have a particularly high bar for what is considered a good date.” You harshly interrupted Walker, sighing in defeat and pinching your brow at the headache you could feel coming on.

“Maybe that’s something that we can fix.” Bucky chimed in. You stared at him, disbelief on your face.

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but there isn’t a line of ‘quality candidates’ lining up to ask me on a date.”

“I’ll take you then.”

Ava and Walker had remained quiet throughout your exchange, watching with eager curiosity. To be honest, you weren’t really registering their presence anymore, too distracted by the earnest look in Bucky’s eyes and the blatant manner in which he had made his statement. You fell back on your humour again, trying to make the situation a little less awkward.

“Bucky Barnes, are you offering to take me on a date?”

“I am.” You drew in a deep breath.

“Alright then, wow me.”

A knock sounded at your door at exactly 7 PM. You already knew who it was; you had been waiting for this moment for the past half an hour. In typical you-fashion, you had prepared far too early and therefore had been sitting around in your date clothes. Bucky told you he would take care of the planning, and that all you needed to do was be ready for him. He had also mentioned that it wouldn’t ‘just’ be a restaurant date – and to wear clothes you could be comfortable in. So here you were, sitting around in an outfit that you had spent hours toiling over, and feeling nothing but dread and nerves. It wasn’t an unfamiliar feeling. You had come to expect it while dating.

You opened the door to your room and stepped out to meet Bucky. He was holding a bouquet of flowers, and not just some store bought packet, they looked like they were from an actual florist. An involuntary gasp left you.

“Oh! Thank you, I’ll just put these in a vase.” As you set about finding a vase, Bucky hovered in the entryway to your room. You could feel his eyes studying you, but not in a predatory way like others had, it was like he was admiring a painting from afar. You returned to him.

“You look nice,” His voice was low and gravelly, like the compliment was only for your ears. You felt your face heating up as you thanked him.

“So do you, I really like this jacket on you.” You traced your fingers up the zip of his leather jacket. He seemed a bit taken aback by you returning his compliment, but he sent you a small smile of thanks regardless. He had adhered to the ‘comfy but nice’ dress code, and he looked good. His hair was neatly styled in a side part, and he wore a pair of nice jeans to accompany the dark leather of his jacket. Underneath you could see something reminiscent of a compression shirt, that sat tight against his skin.

“Shall we go?”

The night started out with a twist, you had never pegged the serious ex-winter soldier for the dancing type. Yet as you climbed out of the taxi, which he had paid for despite your protests, you found yourself in front of an old fashioned nightclub. A flutter of excitement rushed through you, and you saw a pleased grin on Bucky’s face as he watched you marvel at the flashing lights in the entryway. Most of your dates had been boring dinners, or walks with nearly no chemistry. You could already tell this would be different.

Bucky offered his arm to you. “Are you ready to head in?” You took it without hesitation.

“I never pegged you for a dancer.”

“Yeah. Well, it’s been a while, so don’t get your hopes up. You might end tonight with another embarrassing story.” He sent you a sly smirk, and you swore your legs turned to jelly.

“Please, if anything, you’ll be embarrassed by me. You don’t know what you’ve gotten yourself into here.” You laughed.

The pair of you walked into the nightclub together, remaining unbothered by bouncers. Immediately, a rush of warmth, alcohol, and, much older, music hit you. It was pure joy. Couples were dancing unabashedly in the centre of the room, where the tables had been pushed back for such activity. The building was two stories, and you could see the balcony from where you stood. It was clearly an area for people to sit with their drinks, tucked away from the music in secluded privacy.

Bucky used your hold on his arm to gently direct you both towards the bar. As you ordered, you saw him pull a card out of his wallet. And when you tried to pay for your drink, he gently pushed your hand down with a reassuring gaze. The two of you settled at the barside, sipping as you chatted.

“Thank you, you didn’t need to pay for everything so far.” He sent you a confused look.

“What do you mean? I get to go on a date with you, I should be thanking you.” All of the breath left your body at that. And he said it so easily, so confidently.

“What?”

He shrugged, as if what he was saying was the most obvious thing in the world.

“You could have said no.” You nodded. Of course, that’s what he meant – he would have been embarrassed in front of the others if you had rejected him. You were taking it the wrong way. Stupid feelings. You blinked, and there was a hand in front of you. His hand. He was… offering it to you? “Would you like to dance?” There it was again, that earnest look in his eyes. A blue so deep that you could sink into them.

“I would love that.” You grasped his hand firmly, and the pair of you made your way onto the dance floor.

The music was upbeat, and it took a minute to get into the dancing. You didn’t really loosen up until Bucky took the lead, pulling you into something somewhat resembling a swing dancing routine. You allowed yourself to be carried by the music, twirling and spinning, and occasionally, Bucky would grasp you firmly by the waist, lifting you into the air like it was easy. It was like time slowed down, the pair of you whooping and throwing one another about the floor. By the end of it, you were both a panting mess. You collapsed against him as the song shifted into something a little calmer, laughter getting lost in the sounds of the dance floor. As you leaned on his chest, you felt his arms gently circle you. He was looking at you with such a fondness, such a bright smile – it made your heart beat like you were running a marathon. You felt shivers tingle down your spine as Bucky leaned down to speak into your ear.

“Have you ever done the fox-trot?” His grin was cheeky, a reflection of his boyish youth. You shook your head, allowing him to show you this side of himself. He led you around the floor, reciting steps to you with a protective arm around your waist. Once you got comfortable, he started to have fun with you, adding flair to your twirls and swaying his hips. As you laughed, you felt yourself falling into place, allowing him to whisk you around the dance floor with practiced precision. The other couples moved for you both, and some tried to copy, but either way – you were having so much fun. Your cheeks were aching from the smile, and your heart caught in your throat every time you caught Bucky staring at you with that adoring smile. Once the song had ended, Bucky bought you both another round of drinks, leading you to a secluded table on the upstairs balcony. From your seat, you watched the couples twirl below, joy palpable on their faces.

“This has been so fun!” You grinned at Bucky, who nodded with a knowing smile. “And you were not as rusty as you claimed,” You motioned to the dance floor with a giggle.

“You were pretty good yourself, you picked up the moves really quickly. I’m impressed.” You let yourself sit in the ambience for a minute, enjoying the music now that it was quieter, but there was something that you were caught up on.

“Bucky-”

“James.” You blinked at him in confusion, and he quickly clarified. “I want you to call me James, at least for tonight. I don’t want you to think of me just as the winter solider, I want you to see James.” He was awkward in his delivery, but the words were heartfelt. You nodded, continuing your previous thought.

“Ok, James.” The name was foreign on your tongue, but you didn’t dislike it for him. “Earlier, you said you should be thanking me for accepting your invitation. What made you say that?” You searched his face, hoping desperately that your internal thoughts had been wrong. He chuckled, and part of you panicked for a second. Bucky sat for a second, clearly contemplating how to answer your question. His stare was switching between the floor and your face, like he knew he was about to say something that would change how you saw him.

“I’m going to be blunt here.” You swallowed hard, dread pooling in your stomach. “The way other people have treated you is ridiculous.” You stared at him for a moment. But he continued before you could press. “You are wonderful, and amazing, and strong – and the fact that they wasted their chance with you is.. it’s so stupid.” He was quiet, but starting to stumble over himself, frustration gnawing at his words. Bucky took a breath and met your eye with a quiet determination. “If you keep giving me a chance after tonight, I swear I will not mess it up.” He looked down to the lower floor, and couples were preparing for a slow dance. While you were still processing, he stood and offered you his hand. “Last dance?” His tone was hopeful. You accepted without hesitation.

The slow dance was nothing short of magical. Your arms were looped around Bucky’s neck, and your bodies were pressed together tightly. Every movement was amplified tenfold. The lights had shifted to a low blue, bathing you both in splendid tones as you glided slowly across the floor. But despite that, it was his eyes that caught your attention. They always did. How could they say so much, without saying anything at all? The heat of his hands on your waist was driving you insane. And with your faces mere inches apart, how were you supposed to survive this dance? The song started to slow, coming to a close, and he leaned down to your ear again.

“I really want to kiss you right now, would you mind?” You nodded, breathless at his confession. One of his hands moved to your face, the other planting you firmly in place, and he brought his mouth down to meet yours. He was gentle, warm, and surprisingly soft. You let him take the lead, suddenly feeling very aware of your inexperience with romantic acts. When you separated, he let his forehead rest on yours, eyes closed like he was savouring the moment. His voice was barely audible.

“Thank you.”

As your evening drew to a close, James walked you to your room. You felt like you were floating, even as you travelled through the watchtower. If one of the others had seen you, well, you dreaded the thought. You leaned back against your door, hoping that he would steal another kiss from you. And he did, as if he were reading your mind. It was just as careful as the first, like he was worried he’d scare you off if he was any harsher. A surge of confidence prompted your invite.

“Would you like to come in?” It was a breathless whisper against his mouth. And he groaned against your lips.

“You are making it very difficult to be a gentleman.” You shrugged with a small smile. “We’ll have time for that later, if you still want it.” He backed away from you, slowly, as if it was hard to do so. A smirk plastered itself over his face. He knew what he was doing as he left you, his parting comment drifting over his shoulder as he walked away. “Sleep well.”

#fanfic #writing #x reader #thunderbolts #fluff #bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #winter soldier #bucky x reader #bucky x you #thunderbolts*#bucky thunderbolts

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iamumbra195 · 6 months ago

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Random things that I've noticed in my Detective Conan rewatch (Episode 1- 123)

Ran started suspecting Shinichi in the 7th episode, figuring out that he was the one leading the police and her father to the suspects so while she might’ve not suspected him as Shinichi again until way later, she knew he was smart enough to figure out cases all on his own

Yusaku has a very particular way of writing his ‘K’s

Yusaku left a treasure hunt for Shinichi to find when he was older so he could find an old unpublished book that had been stolen from him at one point because he knew Shinichi loved reading his books and having this little privilege of reading it all when no one but Yusaku and his editors have was Yusaku’s way of showing his love

Sonoko has an older sister named Ayako Suzuki

Shiratori is an architecture nerd (Movie 1)

Shiota Heihachiro was Kogoro and Megure’s mentor, also known as the Japanese Holmes but he’s also just as shameless as Kogoro (Episode 67)

The Organization owns a bar named Black Widows (Great Detective Turned Small Special)

Heizo Hattori used to do Kendo with a friend of his, he likely encouraged Heiji to take part in it (Episode 77)

Shinichi doesn’t really care much for privacy when investigating stuff which includes going into people’s rooms when they’re not there, answering their phone and mimicking their voice to get information. Heiji even comments that he had a lot of guts (episode 78)

Heiji picked up calling Ran ‘Ran-neechan’ from Conan

Heiji is surprised when he finds out the Shinichi still hasn’t told the Mouri’s the truth about him shrinking because it’s kinda unthinkable to him. Why would Conan not trust the ppl he loved with this secret? It’s not like their knowing would hurt them because at least they would know what sort of danger they were in by housing him

Ayumi is super observant and tends to be the first to notice things they’re looking for quicker than the others, especially in the earlier cases

Takagi smokes in the early cases, though I can't remember if he does later on

Conan tended to trick people with his voice changer to get them to do what he wanted them to do

Shinichi can’t sing for shit but is really good at recognizing the pitch of sounds which is why he’s able to replicate voices so perfectly just by his ear

Takayama Minami (a singer) has a very similar voice to Conan and is a character based on his voice actor

Shinichi once found missing Lunch money in fourth grade when Ran lost it (episode 84)

Yukiko and Yusaku fight a lot but not in a serious sense. It’s more like Yukiko likes the drama and Yusaku just indulges it (Episode 96)

Before she got married Fujimine Yukiko (now Kudo Yukiko) used to act in a show known as the Dangerous Policewoman Story. Yamamura used to watch it when he was younger and was inspired to become a policeman because of it (episode 96)

Shinichi has abnormally good hearing (Episode 96)

The first time Megure ever properly accused Kogoro of being cursed was in Episode 98

Ran learns that Shinichi’s favourite food is lemon pie from his so-called first love, Asami Uchida (Episode 100)

Kobayashi Sumiko, the teacher of class 1-B was actually kinda strict and mean in her introduction, although that was mostly just her overcompensating (Episode 112)

The canonical show Detective Samonji was introduced in (Episode 116)

Kazuha introduced while thinking Ran was the “Kudo” girl seducing Heiji. She said she’s like Heiji’s big sister lol. (Episode 118)

Ran gave Conan a pager because he always disappears on her (Episode 123)

There might be a second part to this depending on how far I get in this rewatch. Have a nice day!

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shoujosoulsite · 2 months ago

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𐔌 .🪽 ⋮ things that make me excited in my home reality/waiting room !!

I felt hella mad because this fuckass reality is pissing me the fuck off so here is a little post that helps motivate me! …. honestly just me yapping about specifically stuff I love in waiting room

Having all the time in the world

having all the time to sleep, work on my scripts, or do whatever is the dream. Since it’s a “timeless” and eternal dimension where you can just be at peace, I can do anything without any stress of a deadline! I can learn new skills, even ones that take years or even a lifetime to learn!

Playing Roblox/minecraft and actually having fun

I want to play not only Roblox and Minecraft but just overall video games and genuinely have fun. (This is mainly targeted towards Roblox because it’s just isn’t the same no more. ) royale high, natural disasters, and feel the facility gonna be peak in my waiting room.

Eating and drinking whatever and whenever I want

Just the thought of having pretty much an infinite buffet of all you can eat and at any time. You wake up in the morning and you craving some hot dogs or noodles, you can quickly get some from the fridge or better yet summon it! I’m gonna be drinking a lot of strawberry lemonade and cherry sodas 😭✌️

Learning how to crochet and knitting

I ALWAYS wanted to learn how to crochet and knit so I can make the cutest of items and clothes! It’s looks so fun and relaxing and just an overall great hobby to have. Plus imagine crocheting plushies or sweaters, especially for your lover and watching some slice of life animes or films! That’ll be so peaceful and healing for me.

Finally starting to do tarot and channeling

when I was a “baby shifter” and finally getting used to the shifting community, I always wanted to learn channeling and divination. I thought it would be cool and fun, especially contacting people from my drs. I want to be that cool and mysterious divinator who seems to have all the answers of universe (and in technicality, pretty much does)

Catch up on bleach, one piece, and Naruto

there is SOO MANY animes and mangas that I need to catch up on, especially older ones. Plus, watching medias, especially in the environment of my home reality— it’s honestly just a huge vibe.

Read way more Shojo / josei manga

i do read a lot of shojosei mangas but not a lot compared to shonen ones. I wanna change that and have equal amount of shojo, josei, shonen, and seinen mangas and animes that I’ve watched or read.

Astral projection with my lover

astral projection honestly looks so fun (especially when you know what to do and how to protect yourself). Since my lover is an absolute natural in astral projection, having him show me the ways on how to do it and go on little adventures in astral plane seems so awesome.

Rewatching childhood shows

this is mainly Winx club, miraculous ladybug, and Pokémon that I’m referring too (but specifically Winx club cause that show has a special place in my heart). I would love to watch it again and experience nostalgia, especially in the comforts of my waiting room.

Painting Toru’s nails for fun (+ self care in general )

honestly doing self care with each other like washing each other’s hair, painting each other’s nails, wearing face masks gossiping (which is just us making jokes and shit talking ) stuff that happen either our drs or the astral realm, and much more.

Read / watch way more Chinese dramas and books

Chinese dramas, especially set into the traditional and ancient fantasies be so fucking wild and crazy. Like the suspense and pure chaos in those shows / films be so addictive that you can’t help but watch. Every evening in my home reality, it’s just gonna be chaotic and entertaining Chinese dramas from 6 pm to 11 pm.

Exploring my waiting room

even though the main part of my waiting room is just my floating house, there is a “world” outside of it, a worlds of many forms and mystery. Hell even my house be hella big and has many secrets. I like to call my house in a way labyrinth as they are many stuff that consists of my waiting room. The concept of Infinity has a huge part in my waiting room from not only just time but possibilities and creation, so there is something new everyday! Especially when exploring and having fun.

backshots 😈🙏

you know what I mean here so let’s not get into 💀

the beautiful view(s) I have in my house

I have this big as balcony that has the view of the outside world and skies and it’s one of the most beautiful things you can look at. Even the images in my imagination is nothing compared to the real deal. It’s most ethereal during the mourning and evenings.

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usagifuyusummer · 10 months ago

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Hello, sorry it took me so long (6 days), but here's your request @candyglumboy. I was experimenting a lot on these honestly.

From first to last in order, First memories/ Mortality/ Ascension (or an imitation of heaven?). I'm still unsure if these are the appropriate titles for these pieces lol.

Thanks for requesting me by the way! It was fun practice admittedly. (I still suck ass at backgrounds though.)

As usual, my insane ramblings below and some close-ups and concept art (will change if formatting is fucked up).

Oh yeah, I've been offline a lot because I'm so busy with uni stuff and... unavoidable family matters..., plus all of these took me a while to finish. I was brainstorming a lot on their request and these are the ones I've chosen to finalize.

I've decided to go with the concept of life, death, and rebirth on their request to just see Peri hugging Timmy lmao, because why not? It was to make me fulfil this request in a more enjoyable and exciting way.

I was experimenting and practicing a lot on understanding the Fairly Oddparents style in these pieces. My attempts are still far from perfect obviously, I mean the second one (Mortality) took the longest for me to finish just because I couldn't translate 3D poses into the 2D artstyle very well lol. (The second one was the hardest to make it look... well alright/pretty to me. It looks like a mess of haphazardous colors... I am terrible at coloring. I think I'll share the other scrapped poses later.)

Honestly, I struggled and got frustrated a lot with finishing these but still enjoyed the process. Here I'll list my inspirations for each pieces;

First memories - xblubotx (i won't tag them because i don't want to disturb): Their small Peri/Poof and teen Timmy fanart pieces continues to inspire me to this day. And yes!!! I see that they have made More Timmy fanart!!! Thank you xblubotx. I will continue to appreciate those in silence.

Mortality - I was thinking of loss and death a lot on this one. I thought what kind of embrace that shows this feeling? So, I used the famous, Ivan the terrible and his son painting, for the pose. I wanted to challenge myself if I could translate the 3D pose into 2D, so yeah, that's the final result... It looks like a mess of vomited red colors... I am sorry if you're squeamish towards blood by the way. I wanted to see if I could also attempt to draw blood streaming. I still think I have a long ways to go in terms of skill... For now, enjoy the nuclear baby about to explode because of overwhelming feelings <3 <3 <3!

Ascension (or an imitation of heaven) - @bevony: I hope I did not miscredit you, as I used your Fairy Timmy design for this one! I changed it a little according to my preferences/headcannon though. Still, I love their Fairy Timmy design! I like the hot pink Channel boots that they gave Timmy lol. (And the very comfortable formal fashion.) Keep on slaying~ My Fairy Timmy design will probably be heavily influenced from them when I get to that eventually... Tell me if you don't want me to, I'll back off. For now, I'll be enjoying the others fanarts of Timmy quietly.

(Additionally, my phone is slowly dying from all of these creative projects that I'm doing currently lol. Agh, I wish I had a drawing tablet or a better device to satisfy these creative urges....)

Again, thank you for the request! I'm okay with requests as I'm still not confident with my creative skills at this moment lol. So, admittedly I view these as a challenge or for practice. I can't fulfil them quickly though, as I have multiple responsibilities to do in real life. Still, I don't mind them once in a while.

I hope you like what I've done here. Sorry if it doesn't fulfil your vision candyglumboy. I'll keep on practicing my creative skills.

So yeah, I think that's all I wanted to share in the post this time. I'm still at season 3 on the FOP rewatch by the way. I am very excited to get to the specials eventually. Yeehaw!!!

Here's some concepts and close-ups of the pieces below this long massive yapping session lmao. Thank you for reading. Have a nice day <3

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miraculouslbcnreactions · 3 months ago

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Sorry if you've already covered this, I'm rewatching some of the show thanks to a younger sibling watching it, and I'm wondering how you'd rewrite chloes s2 (and some part s3?) episodes.

Style Queen/ Queen wasp alone end on a confusing note since I can't really tell if they want chloe to be seen as "possibly redeemable", "starting redemption" or "choosing to still suck". Allegedly, from the wiki, the staff said that *supposedly* they'd always planned for chloe to be a character that, I quote " willingly refuses to change...pulls ppl into toxic relationships by having them focus on potential good rather than ongoing cruelty".

I know you choose to avoid following what the staff say, but I'm curious, how could chloe have been written if she was meant to show how some people choose not to change despite potential for good? Or how would a proper redemption go?.

Again sorry for the long ask and if you've already responded to similar questions. I really love your analysis posts!

I'm glad you like my stuff and never worry about asking something that's been asked before. It's no big deal for me to link previous posts and, if you missed it, others probably did, too!

I've talked about redeeming Chloé quite a bit, so I'll just link to my Chloe Deserves Better tag as that's got lots of posts to read if you so choose. I've only really discussed damnation at a high level, though, so let's dig into that as it is a valid path.

Before we begin, I'll note that I would not take this path in canon because I don't think it's appropriate for little kids who may relate to Chloé (thus me wanting this message to come from Gabriel who no kid will relate to). If Miraculous were a teen drama, then this would be a fine choice as teens and adults are able to handle more complex and nuanced plots. (Reminder, Miraculous' target age group starts at age five so that's how I gage what I would and wouldn't do in canon. For the main plot elements, you generally want to aim to the youngest viewers, not the oldest.)

Now that the disclaimer is out of the way, let's damn Chloé!

The big problem with Chloé's canon "damnation" is this:

they'd always planned for Chloe to be a character that, I quote "willingly refuses to change"

While this is the right way to approach a damnation, it is NOT how Miraculous approached Chloé. While it's true that she doesn't change, it's also true that no one really asks her to and that's an important part of a proper damnation arc. Rare indeed is the person who just magically changes all on their own. They generally need to have something driving their change and Chloé never got that.

To dig into this, let's talk about Despair Bear because Despair Bear is basically a mini version of Chloé's overall story.

What Canon Did Wrong

In Despair Bear, Chloé does something mean, leading Adrien to threaten their friendship:

Adrien:(sighs in disappointment) Chloé, how long have you and I been friends? Chloé: Since we were adorable little tots, Adrikins. (Pouts) Adrien:(disappointed) Well, I'm sorry Chloé, but I can't be friends with someone who treats other people like this. You've gotta be nice to people! Chloé: N-Nice? Adrien: Yes, nice. It's not that hard.

This threat makes Chloé freak out and start acting nice because she wants Adrien to stay her friend. That leads to this:

Chloé: I know. This way, no one can be mad at me for calling the fire department. I'm really nice now, did you notice, Adrikins? Even Ladybug said so! Didn't she, Jean-Pascal? Adrien: I'm proud of you, Chloé. I think you've proven that you're capable of making an effort to be nicer to everyone. Chloé: Aww, Adrikins! So we'll always be best friends, forever? Pinky swear? Adrien: Pinky swear! Chloé: (Exhales and saunters off) (To Kim) So, those macarons are dreadfully ugly. (Kim sighs.) (To Mylène.) Those are so greasy, you can see yourself in them. (Mylène cries and faint.) (To Marinette.) Urgh. Too disgusting for comment. (To Rose.) Those look horrible. (Rose faints.) Adrien: She'll never change!

This is the problem with saying that Chloé had a proper damnation arc. She does what Adrien asks, then reverts because he let her off the hook. He made surface level effort and, unsurprisingly, got surface level change. You can't go to the gym once and get muscles! If you want muscles, you have to keep going for weeks! Months even! Progress is slow!

The same is true for damnation arcs. To properly damn Chloé, Adrien needs to stick to his guns and hold her to a higher standard for more than a single episode so that she can demonstrate true unwillingness to change. That's not what canon gave us. After this episode, this conflict goes away and Adrien says nothing when Chloé hurts people. He's not even disappointed when Chloé reverts! He's totally cool with her being mean again. This is the face he makes when he says that she'll never change!

[Image description: Adrien smiling and laughing as Marinette makes a face at Chloé who is offscreen being mean.]

To be clear, it's not Adrien's job to change Chloé, but this episode made him her motivation and then took that motivation away so it's wrong to say that she refused to change when asked. She did change when asked and maintained that change for as long as she had to.

It's also important to note that change is a slow and messy process. If you want to help someone change, then you need to allow them grace as they work toward their goal while also having clear boundaries for what you won't tolerate. Chloé maintaining her niceness for one episode and then reverting isn't enough to actually damn her because it's too big an ask. For this damnation to work, Adrien has to think that Chloé is working to improve over multiple episodes with only the occasional slip up.

To show what that might look like, let's rewrite Despair Bear and give it some proper fallout.

Rewriting Despair Bear

Our new version of Despair Bear plays exactly like canon, but instead of Chloé reverting while Adrien is still there, she now only reverts after he's left. We're also changing the ending dialogue a bit:

With this little change, we let Adrien stick to his guns. Chloé now knows the rules she must follow if she wants Adrien to be her friend. She has also proven that she knows what following those rules looks like. This leads to an arc where Chloé is nicer to everyone, but only when Adrien is around. As soon as he leaves, she's back to her old ways. This shows that she truly doesn't care about changing and culminates in a moment where Adrien catches her in the act, then confronts her about it. This gets us something like this:

Adrien: Chloé! I thought you were going to be nicer? Chloé: I am being nicer! Adrien: But only when I'm around. Chloé: Of course, why would I be nice when you're not around? Adrien: Because you want to be a nicer person? Chloé: And why would I want that?

The dialogue will go on to make it clear that Chloé has no interest in changing and so Adrien cuts her off because he can't trust her anymore. This will lead to a scene with Plagg where we get something like this:

Adrien: I don't understand, Plagg. Why does Chloé want to be mean? Plagg: I don't know kid. But I do know that you can't make people change. Until she's ready to try, there's not much you can do.

This lesson will also be supplemented by Queen Bee's story.

Queen Bee Rework

I think we can all agree that Chloé's first appearance as Queen Bee was a total disaster! She was selfish and petty, proving that she was totally unsuited to owning a miraculous. This is a great way to show that Chloé isn't hero material! The problem is that she got a second chance to be a hero and that second chance completely undid the initial message.

Chloé's first time as Queen Bee was a fluke. She found a miraculous and misused it, but it's worth noting that no one asked her to use it to be a true hero. No one pushed her to be a better person. As soon as the miraculous came from Ladybug, Chloé started acting like a hero. This reframes the message to be that someone needs to believe in Chloé for her to be a hero instead of keeping the message that Chloé just isn't meant to be a hero. To make Queen Bee work in a damnation arc, Chloé needs to be a bad hero no matter how she gets her miraculous.

This is how I'd rework the Queen Bee arc to make that happen.

First of all, Chloé no longer outs herself to the world. Instead, she uses the miraculous selfishly, but maintains her secret identity from everyone but Ladybug and maybe Chat Noir. We're going to pair this with the civilian side of things. Marinette knows that Adrien wants Chloé to be a better person and Marinette loves Adrien, so she tries to help by letting Chloé stay Queen Bee even though Marinette doesn't think Chloé is a good pick.

Chloé proves Marinette right. Every time Chloé gets the bee, she's more focused on looking good for the cameras and being seen as Ladybug's friend than she is on saving the day. This will culminate in Miraculer, the episode where Chloé rejects an akuma. In the new timeline, this will be how Gabriel learns Queen Bee's identity, but only Chloé and Gabriel know that this happened. Chloé now has a very hard choice to make: does she act like a hero and tell Ladybug that she can't be Queen Bee again or does she keep the identity reveal a secret so that she can stay Queen Bee?

Chloé picks Queen Bee.

The season three final comes along and Chloé gets akumatized while Queen Bee. This only happens because Gabriel was able to manipulate her by putting her parents at risk. This is also how Ladybug learns about the identity reveal, meaning that Miracle Queen is 100% on Chloé and not Marinette.

We're also changing the fallout. Instead of Miracle Queen revealing the identities of the temp heroes, it's now how Gabriel finds Master Fu to completely remove all blame from Marinette's shoulders. The Adrigami fight goes away and the message becomes all about Chloé and her choices. If Chloé had been a true hero, none of this would have happened, properly damning her.

After that, I'd either remove Chloé from the show or let this be the thing that finally makes her change. Her extreme low point where she finally realizes that actions have consequences, leading her to want to change, but that's hard to do because she's burned all her bridges so she has to build some new ones. Not totally sure how I'd let her do that. Maybe have her take down Lila or use Zoe to redeem Chloé since Zoe is an outsider who hasn't been burned. There are a lot of options.

The Audrey Complication

I didn't address the issue of Chloé's mom in my rework because, if the goal is to damn Chloé, then I'd probably cut Audrey as there's no reason to make Chloé that sympathetic if you're not going to use that sympathy. You can still keep Audrey and damn Chloé, you just have to acknowledge that Chloé's situation is keeping her from changing. It's nice complexity, just not necessary and probably a little too much for Miraculous' indented audience. There's also the option to save the Audrey reveal until after Miracle Queen. That's the route I'd go if I was redeeming Chloé after Miracle Queen as I don't want to get into her backstory until it's time to start making her sympathetic.

If you keep Audrey and plan to totally damn Chloé, then I'd cut my suggested conversation with Plagg and Adrien and replace is with Adrien talking to a human character. My ideal choice for this is Luka. I like to change it up so that he and Jagged Stone have a complicated relationship, but that Jagged never fully abandoned Luka. Jagged was just on the road a lot and kept Luka a secret for his own protection, all of which gave Luka some issues that he had to work through when he was younger. This would help explain why he's so chill now. Therapy is a hell of a drug.

This means that Luka has been through the kind of things Adrien and Chloé are going through and can speak to them from a place of understanding. He can acknowledge how hard it will be for Chloé to change because of her parents' abuse while also acknowledging that her victim status doesn't mean that people need to let her hurt them. This is actually how I use Luka in a Chloé redemption, but it works just as well in a damnation as the message is the same no matter which path you take.

As you probably noticed, all of this requires some level of serialization because of course it does! Damnation arcs aren't something you can do in 20 minutes. They have to be given room to breathe which is why it's a terrible idea to do a damnation arc or a redemption arc if you're not allowed to have plots that span multiple episodes. You can do them in episodic shows, it just needs to be the type of episodic show where the episode-specific plots are episodic, but there are strong overarching sub-plots that are allowed to be serialized.

#anon ask #chloe deserves better #ml writing critical #ml writing salt #formula show problems

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hadesisqueer · 11 months ago

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I'm not saying people must ship Kataang or anything, everyone here is free to ship whatever people want, but at the same time, some of the criticism I see of the ship is insane.

One of the softer ones (because today I saw some crazy stuff) is that they're sibling coded. Like, I watched ATLA several times, I kind of just rewatched ATLA, and yet I still don't get how exactly they're sibling coded? Aang pretty much had a crush on Katara from the moment he met her, and Katara at first saw him as a friend —she never said she saw him as 'her little brother', by the way, you guys need to learn the differences between sibling dynamics and friend dynamics—. That starts changing at the end of The Fortune Teller when she begins seeing Aang from another perspective, though. By the beginning of Book 2 it's pretty clear she has already started to develop a crush on him. If you think it's very 'sisterly' of her to blush while asking Aang 'we're in the Cave of the Two Lovers, so what if, you know-- what if we kissed 😳👉🏻👈🏻', then get upset when Aang said he wouldn't kiss her and then after they did kiss and were already out she blushes and gets nervous again-- or when she gets jealous in The Headband when he dances with another girl and then blushes again while dancing with him-- you're tuning into the wrong show, go watch Game of Thrones or something, because this is not it.

You can argue that Katara was 'like an older sister' or 'motherly' to Aang over the fact that she was often very caring towards him, but honestly, that's not it, either; otherwise, you could say that Katara sees Zuko as her brother because she likes teasing him. Do I think Katara and Zuko are sibling-coded? Not really. But if you say that Katara was sisterly or motherly to Aang because she's caring towards him, you can also say Katara sees Zuko as her brother because she often teased him the exact same way she teased Sokka, her older brother. (I do not think Katara sees Zuko as her brother, btw; just clearing this up. And I may not ship him and Katara but if that's your ship, you do you, I am not getting into a ship war here).

Katara in general is a very caring person, to the point that yeah, it comes off as 'motherly' sometimes. She was like that not just to Aang but towards Toph and Sokka as well. That doesn't mean she really sees any of them as her 'children' as well, guys, nor do any of them actually see them as their mother (well, Sokka kind of did, but that's another thing). And she's very protective of Aang, yeah. Try to switch Kataang's gender for a second; Katara as the boy and Aang as the girl. Switch it up and you have a girl with a cute crush on a slightly older boy who at first sees her as a friend but after a while starts reciprocating. If you saw that boy act more caring and protective of that girl, you wouldn't assume he sees her as a daughter, you'd just assume he is extremely protective because his feelings are strong. I once saw someone saying 'Katara acts like a Booktok boyfriend' and honestly? Kind of, yeah. A lot of Kataang is them being kind of a reverse of the stereotypical 'kind but stronger, older boy gets with sweet, younger girl' stuff we see in a lot of media. Both of them are very caring and supportive and constantly reassure each other, not just Katara to Aang, (and Aang is also very protective of Katara as well, we see it many times, most of all in The Avatar State), but Katara is the older one, and usually the most protective as well, the one who fought off Zuko at the North Pole to protect Aang, the one who almost lost it when she saw him literally die and fought off the Dai Li, Zuko and Azula to get him and get out at The Crossroads of Destiny, the one who grabs Zuko when he joins them and literally tells him 'hurt Aang and I will kill you'.

Yeah, I don't think Kataang is sibling-coded at all. That person is right, Katara is just Aang's 'Booktok boyfriend'.

#atla #avatar the last airbender #kataang #katara #avatar aang

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house md rewatch: 2x02, "autopsy"

what's worse: the kiss or house calling child cancer patients "small, bald circus freaks"?

coming back to the top of this post after i've finished writing it to apologize for the length. oh my fucking god lol.

as soon as i saw andie i was like "no shot does chase kiss the cancer patient ALREADY" but, alas, i had to endure that all over again. but the way house talks about cancer patients had me gagged even more! holy moly!

is the ordeal worth psychoanalyzing? i'm not really sure. i have some bullet points in my notes about chase having a lacking childhood, growing up too fast on account of his mother's alcoholism, etc., but, in essence, i think chase kissing andie is just...Awkward. a good, On Purpose awkward, though. it shows the extent of patient vulnerability, especially someone as young as andie, whose conceptions of growing up/adulthood exist almost entirely within hospitals. and house's retort when he forces it out of chase is so fucking funny: "this is exactly why you can't to touch my markers."

for clarity's sake, i'd say the defining theme of this episode is bravery. i like 2x02 more than 2x01 on account of its thematic clarity, and i'm mentioning this at the top because bravery informs a lot of my points going forwrad. additionally, i think i've found a sincerely wilson-forward episode, so i don't have to justify hijacking a recap with any undue wilson-posting. he's here! loud and full of oncology guilt that make his soft brown eyes even softer!

and even better - THEIR CONJOINED OFFICES HAVE ARRIVED. THE NEEDLESSLY CONJOINED OFFICES HAVE HIT PPTH. they even emphasize this new architectural development, so i wonder if we're meant to believe that this happened during the indeterminate amount of time between seasons? and for what reason? enter fan theories and headcanons, please.

sorry (not really) but i have to talk a little too much about this scene, leading first with the fact that it seems like house accumulated pebbles on their balcony to throw at wilson's window. when he reaches for them, out of our frame of view, it sounds like there's a pre-made pile there:

house really just wants an informal consult about andie, since wilson was the one to give him the case, but it devolves into something that house really only shares with wilson: domesticity.

house is bitching and moaning all episode about being sick and miserable when it's very clearly just allergies and/or a cold. he's fiddling with some vick's vapor-rub-equivalent while talking to wilson, but he can't quite get the cap off while holding his cane at the same time. because the struggle is annoying, wilson grabs the container, opens it, and hands it back.

yeah, i'm hilson-posting a bit here, but i just love the way this conversation fleshes out without missing a beat. this season does a lot of work for these 2, long before wilson moves in, and the classic house and wilson domesticity we all love so much originates in their physical proximity in their work environment. there's quite literally no reason for their offices to be next to each other.

okay anyways. the concept of andie's bravery is a point of contention between wilson and house throughout; house thinks the bravery is a farce, even a symptom, while wilson finds it noble and admirable and real. 2x02 by itself is only introducing their longstanding dialectic between faith (wilson) and nonbelief (house), a dynamic that will only grow as house becomes more and more like a god to wilson and cuddy as the show goes on.

i think wilson's insistence that andie is brave stems from his constant need for neediness (to use house's 5x04 lingo). bravery in cancer patients, especially those as young as andie, imply a constant need, as well as a model that wilson can admire - true goodness. wilson lacks for moral decency, so by devoting himself to patients who are chock full of the stuff, maybe he can do a little penance? who knew house md could be so catholic.

house's refutation of andie's bravery also speaks to a long pathology of his - refusal of failure, rejection of impossible circumstances. house can't understand why andie would even want to be brave when she knows she's going to die. again, he thinks that it's a medical issue. wilson is so offended by how house mocks andie and other child cancer patients that he tells him to "go to hell," a massively ineffective insult that i don't think future wilson would use.

looking a little deeper, though, i think house is perplexed about how someone can endure constant pain without complaint. his constant grief over his cold sparks this joke early on, but of course it's really about his leg pain. for all intents and purposes, his coping mechanism, vicodin, isn't brave, nor how he treats those around him. this is why it's so profound when he insists to andie that she doesn't have to keep fighting:

"i can't just leave her [andie's mom] behind because i'm tired."

"but you can't stay for her, either."

andie contemplates this. house isn't asking her to be selfish here - he's actually advocating for more recent oncology practices, which prioritize palliative care in terminal patients. house's difficulty in understanding andie's eventual decision to go through a highly dangerous procedure reminds us of the tragedy of his infarction; in 1x21, we saw him confirm to stacy that he would give up his leg to save her, but now he can barely understand why andie would do something similar for her mother in the face of certain death.

house has confirmedly lost that connection to unconditional love, at least for the most part (more on this in the sequestered spoiler section at the bottom of this post).

andie's departure from the hospital is one of the most emotional moments for me in the show, and wilson is right to be angry with house when he (at first) refuses to say goodbye. wilson highlights the contrast between how house lives his life (literally cutting up an antihistamine and [probably] vicodin before his eyes) and how andie lives her: "she could outlive you."

house doesn't feel like he has anyone to live for at this point, and i think that this revelation is what motivates him in the end to say goodbye to andie. she challenges him by telling him to go for a walk, "it's nice outside," and house's response introduces yet another fav motif of mine in the show. HOUSE'S MOTORCYCLE!

house values independence in life, as well as isolation, so he takes andie's challenge and warps it by test-driving (for now) a motorcycle. i like how the test-drive implies impermanence and a fear of commitment, and i also like how motorcycles become an embodiment of agency for house (more on this in the bottom portion of this post, too, actually).

returning to andie's dangerous procedure, one of the episode's strongest moments, fleeting as it is, is how house shows absolute trust in foreman at the pivotal procedure moment. they have only seconds to confirm whether there's a tumor in andie's brain before she's lost to them, and something catches foreman's eye at the very last moment. while the other surgeons are hesitant, in the face of foreman's confidence and expertise, house says, "that's good enough for me."

THIS IS SO HUGE. this is the clearest moment of blanket-trust between house and the fellows that i can remember thus far. house is not only rewarding foreman for being certain, but also for standing up to so many other voices. and it's a success! i think this is especially powerful coming after their bout about the death row patient in the previous episode; despite wilson's claims that house admires nobody, clearly he has starry eyes for foreman here.

EXPLICIT SERIES FINALE SPOILERS BELOW:

in so many ways, this episode feels like pregaming 8x22, probably because house md's messaging about cancer stays alarmingly consistent across its run. maybe i should make a separate post about that. andie and house's conversation is reflected in the inverse in 8x21 when house cannot accept that wilson wants to die. he won't tell wilson that he loves him unless he "fights." he is frustrated that wilson isn't being brave, in his eyes. he's begging him to be an andie, when house claimed that that was unfair and unwise way back when in season 2.

it's the line "but i can change" that teaches him the real lesson - there is bravery in wilson taking agency, even if it's only over how he dies (a callback to 2x01!). and there is someone who house can live for, stepping into andie's shoes. the choice for them to both ride motorcycles, two confirmed symbols of freedom in house md, together, keeping pace, is just too coincidental not to point out. like house, i, too, hate coincidences.

#THE END!#if all of my s2 thoughts are this elaborate this is gonna take soooo long lol #like always i'll include the disclaimer that i definitely didn't get to everything here but there was still lots to comment on #house md #malpractice md #greg house #james wilson #allison cameron #eric foreman #robert chase #hilson #house md rewatch #rewatch 1 #season 2

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factual-fantasy · 5 months ago

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24 Asks! Thanks ya'll! 🐼

@holly-opal-2 (Sorry for the late reply!)

Aw <:( I'm so sorry to hear that. I hope that doesn't happen again.

Also of course they are! :}} I have always considered them as such 💞

Thank you! Happy (late) Valentines day! :DD

@stargirldrawsx3

Man, I feel you there. I'm sorry you weren't able to study. I hope things go well for you 🙏

@narrator-girlart

I saw Markiplier play it some weeks ago, but mostly forgot about it.. I was surprised to see it gain such traction on Tumblr. Maybe I'll have to go rewatch those videos and figure out why people love it so much :00 (I cant remember the events of the game 💀)

@dreamweave01

That could work!! :DDD

(ALSO THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!😭😭💞💞💞 )

Yeahhh.. I have been battling some health problems for almost a year now. Trying my best to work on it but thing's aren't going so well. <://

Thank you very much though, I hope the same for you! :))

@milk-powrit

Tom Nook is an angel, the "only good landlord" he's been called. And I agree! This might explain why though I didn't read all the way through- just skimmed over it and thought "yeah I think this has the right points"

@necropencil (Referencing this post)

AAA THANK YOU!! :DD

(I am also slowly going insane thanks to Wheeljack XDD)

@badlyblurry

XDD Well its like they say, great minds think alike! Also thank you so much!! :DDDD💞💞💞

AAAAA thank you!! :DD Or- you're welcome? <XDD

@shyzonkstudentlawyer

Oh wow, welcome back! :DD And thank you! I'm trying to try to work on my health and make improvements where I can manage it.. so far things have uh.. Well, it could be worse I suppose!😅

Also AAAA THANK YOU THANK YOU!! :DDD I'm so glad to hear you like what I've made! :DDDD

Now for you questions...

When it comes to the Welcome Home stuff, just imagine our world through a puppet/sesame street style show lens. They have the same food but its all colorful and has silly names. Their trees are like ours but they're crazy colors and grow fantasy fruit. Their technology develops like ours but its all colorful and silly. Etc, Etc-

Now for TADC... I hadn't actually thought about it <:0 maybe Sneemos jester hat things would flail around :0 I haven't thought about it otherwise though😔

Lastly, PFFF XDDD

(Item-dying woes post in ask)

😔You feel my pain.. I feel your pain........

@wolfie-777

:000! You heard it here folks! I'm silly!

She always looks lovely! :))

@tearsofsolace

AAAAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!! :DDD🥰🥰💞💞💞💞

@eggswastaken

XDD That I did!

..Well, I actually got into it back in 2020-- but recently I have dragged myself back into the fandom a bit. 😂 The biggest obstacle I have to rejoining the fandom fully is just making time to sit down and rewatch the show.

I have such a hard time switching tasks and just doing something 💀 but hopefully I'll get there soon! <:)))

@minnesotamedic186

@little-goober

Oh yeah, sorry! I have very bad memory 😅 I can only really remember people by their profile pictures.

Also thank you so much! :)))

Thank you so much!! 🥰🥰

@bluetootsiepop

My advice is to study references closely. When it comes to making faces up/drawing faces without a reference? Like if its an OC? I'm afraid I cant think of any advice <:( I struggle with that a lot too. 😔

(Also thank you so much!! :DD )

@ourlifestooshort

I have drawn them, but I don't feel comfortable sharing my ref sheets.. Sorry! <:/

I looked up Tailgate with no mask and I will never sleep well again 💀

Also feel free to tell me anything you want about the comics! I don't plan on reading them 😔 I only plan on rewatching Transformers: Prime.

@bitesyoubitesyouchomp

SCEAMSSSS THANKYOUUU 😭😭 THAT'S ALL SO SWEET IM IN TEARS💞💞💞

@beryl-shade

Imagine if my blood was blue XD I'd be a transformer!

#my response #transformers prime #factual fam #welcome home

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