#I'm gonna strangle them both gosh

[peachm1lkk]

I think they'd get along if they met each other again post-canon

[villain-enthusiast]

TOUCH-STARVED HERO RAHH.

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“You’re hurt.”

“I’m fine, actually,” the hero muttered from their sloppy position on the ground, though the oozing gash slicing across their torso and the fresh bruises circling their throat said otherwise.

The villain arched a brow, crouching down so they were eye level with the hero. “Do you think I’m dumb?”

The hero glowered at them. “Seems like you're deaf, actually. I said I’m fine,” they snapped, even as pain shuddered through their battered body. “Now if you could just get out of my way—,”

“Darling, please. You couldn’t stand up even if you tried, let alone walk yourself halfway across the city to your apartment.” The villain smirked at the hero’s deepening scowl, but the teasing flair didn't quite reach their eyes. “Let me do you a small favor while I’m here, at least.”

The hero bared their teeth. “Fuck off. I don’t need your stupid healing powers. You'll probably turn this into one of your idiotic bargains—," A harsh coughing fit cut them off, rattling their chest.

They tasted blood on their tongue. Fuck.

“Gosh, so prideful." The villain sighed, tilting their head. "Oh look at that, you're bleeding." They lifted a hand and ran a thumb over their hero's lips, wiping away a smattering of blood that had spilled from their mouth.

The hero's breath hitched at the villain's touch, the smallest, most delicate of noises escaping them before they could stop themselves.

The villain paused, their brow furrowing as their gaze took in every little movement and detail of the hero's involuntary response.

The hero's jaw tightened. Every muscle in their body screamed at them to get away, but they couldn't move. Or was it that they didn't want to move? "Villain, I swear—,"

Then the villain’s hand was cupping their cheek, and the hero melted.

A desperate whimper tore from their throat, their head lolling into the cool touch of the villain's palm as all the pain and exhaustion radiating through their body suddenly evaporated.

They closed their eyes, feeling their face begin to burn with shame.

"Oh, sweetheart," the villain murmured. Their other hand swept through the matted strands of the hero's hair, working through the tangles.

The hero had to bite down on their lip so that they didn't make another embarrassing noise. So gentle. The villain's touch was so, so gentle. So at odds to their earlier opponent's strangling grip and blinding punches, so contrasting to gaping loneliness and helplessness of coming home to no one, of having to painfully stitch themselves up day after day after day...

The villain brushed away a tear that the hero didn't realize had fallen.

"Hey, look at me," the villain said softly, nudging their chin up. The hero blinked at them, fighting back a sob. "You need to let me heal you, okay? You're losing a lot of blood."

The hero swallowed, barely processing the villain's words, their brain entirely occupied by the hand still on their face—or maybe it was just the blood loss. "Yeah," they managed, voice hoarse. It felt like their vocal chords were coated in tar.

"I'm going to do your stomach first," the villain noted. "I need both my hands for this, alright?"

The hero nodded, ignoring the inevitable panic that shot through them at the sudden absence of the villain's touch, which returned almost immediately on the deep laceration on their lower torso.

The hero cringed, bracing for some kind of torturous, painful mending, but the villain's powers were warm, soft, like honey in a cup of hot tea or a crackling fireplace during a winter storm. God, how many years had it been since they'd felt so comforted?

A whimper escaped the hero once more. They tensed. Jesus fucking christ.

The villain cracked a smile as they worked. "Don't worry, love. You're not the first person I've healed that enjoys the feeling." They brushed a palm over the wound, weaving the hero's flesh and skin back together. "This is gonna scar, but at least you'll live to see another day, hm?"

The hero scoffed weakly, still drunk on the villain's magic.

The villain swept their hands over the hero's body, feeling for more damage. "Gosh, Hero," they hummed, "you get yourself into so much trouble, do so much for this pitiful city, and for what?" They placed their hands on the hero's battered neck, soothing the inflammation. "When's the last time someone took care of you?" they asked quietly, but the question seemed more for themselves than for the hero.

Several heartbeats passed before the villain pulled away, finished with their work. The hero couldn't stop themselves from chasing their touch, nearly toppling over.

The villain caught them before they hit the ground, chuckling. "Oh, what am I gonna do with you?"

The hero felt a lump form in their throat at the thought of the villain leaving. I'm not gonna make it home. Not without Villain. They squeezed their eyes shut, swallowing their pride. "Please," they whispered. "Take me home. All I ask."

"Don't need to ask me twice." The villain swept the hero up into their arms, smirking at their indignant (and exhausted) glare. "You're not walking, sorry. You're getting all my love and special treatment today." They winked, as if they were joking.

But as the villain paced their way to the hero's apartment, and as the hero began to fall asleep in their arms, they both knew it wasn't a joke.

[icdrawings]

Corpse puppet au

By @sketchquill

Chapter 5

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The living world

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Wally's pov

I felt the wind against my face as I opened my eyes seeing Gold starting up at the moon, their dress reflected the moonlight as the snow surrounded us 'they look magnificent' I thought before I started talking "I spent so long in the darkness, I almost forgot what the moonlight looked like" I started to dance around feeling enjoyment in a while, turning to my beloved "join me dear" I said as I reach my hand out for them. It took a moment for them a to accept it giving me a soft smile. We started to slow dance, our first dance was a bit... well it was rushed so I wanted to finally have a 'proper' slow dance with them in the moonlight, I couldn't be happier, not once have we broken eye contact. We got closer and closer and closer, our heads were touching as Gold placed their hand on my face as we kept getting closer before...

"GOLD!!!"

'DAMN IT' I internally screamed as we pulled back "Papa?" Gold said letting go 'nooooooo' I had to let them go "I'm sorry Wally I forgot, I should let Papa know about you, hopefully he'll like you" they let go of my hand "perfect" I said trying to hide my bitterness "please wait here, I won't be long" they said with a smile that made me melt "okay" I said as Gold walked away.

Once they were out of my site I fell to the gound and started having a tantrum about not getting my kiss.

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Gold's pov

I speed walk out of the forest to see that Eddie was about to walk in "GOLD!!!" Eddie saw me, rushing to give me a huge hug "oh my gosh Peaches! Thank God your safe! What happened?!" He said checking my face to see if I was hurt "oh, no, no I'm alright, but I must introduce you to someone" I said grabbing his hands gently "wha-what! So that rumor, the other man, that was true?!" He said shocked, looking like he needed to sit down "well... yes it was sudden but I would like for you to meet him" I said "gosh Gold really? me? but I ain't your real Father and I don't even know this man" Eddie said sadden, I gave him a hug "you may not be my biological Father but you are my Papa and that means you're my family so I would like for you to meet him, please" I said "gosh, really? kid you're gonna make me cry, you're too sweet, am I even gonna like this man?" he wiped a tear from his eye "you would love him" I said with a smile "okay, okay! when do I meet this fellow?" He asked with excitement "I'll introduce him but I need to talk to Howdy first" I said stern "the last thing I know is that he is at his home" Eddie said "thank you Papa now please go home, get some rest" we both walked the bridge "okay, okay your right Peaches, your right" he said as we got to the edge of the bridge "goodnight Peaches" Eddie said "goodnight Papa" we went our separate ways "wait!" I shouted at Eddie making him stop and looked back at me "Frank says he loves you too" I said before rushing off to the Pillar estate unknown that Eddie was shedding tears of happiness from the outburst.

I got to the Pillars estate and was about to knock but stopped when I heard the Pillars talking "if ever I see that Treasure kid, I'll strangle them with my bare hands" I heard Mr. Pillars say "your hands are too fat and their neck is too thin, you'll have to use a rope" Ms. Pillar said making me terrified, backing away from the door looking for another way inside. seeing a brick wall, I knew what I had to do and started to climb up.

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Wally's pov

"This is the voice of your consciousness, listen to what I say, I have a bad feeling about that person you know that Gold is no-" I smacked out Home out of my head and he fell into the snow "go chew someone else's ear for a while" I said with anger before continuing "Gold has gone to visit their Papa, just like they said" I continued "if I hadn't been sitting in it, I would have said that you have lost your mind!" Home said insulting me 'how dare this little' I calmed myself down "I'm sure they have a perfectly good reason... for taking so long" I said unsure "oh, I am sure they do, why don't you go asked them" Home snapped back "alright I will" I said ready to prove home wrong "after all, they couldn't have gotten that far with those cold feet" Home said. I let Home back inside my head and started to follow Gold's footsteps.

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Gold's pov

I finally got to Howdy's balcony and knocked on his glass door seeing Howdy turn and gasp before rushing to open it "hello Howdy" I said "Gold!? I'm so happy to see you, come by the fire" he said letting me inside to sit down "where have you been!? A-are you alright!?" He asked frantically before grabbing my hand "you're cold as death, what's happened to you" he said before looked me over "your hair!" He said as one of his hands reached out to touch it but I backed away "H-Howdy... I need to confess something" I said as he retracted his hand, I looked down not wanting to look at him at all, just what I have been doing from the very start only to look up when i felt him holding my hands lightly "no let me confess, this morning I was terrified of marriage, but then, on meeting you, I felt... I should be by your side and that our wedding could not come soon enough" he confessed taking me by surprise, shocked but guilty, I pulled my hands away still refusing to look at him "H-Howdy I... I don't-" I tried to figure out what to say, heard something outside, I looked out the balcony, surprised to see Wally we both made eye contact before he came in being loud and joyous "my darling, just wanted to meet..." Wally finally noticed Howdy, who stood up from the loud sounds while I remained seated. Wally stared at Howby, not with one of his warm gaze, no, it was as similar to a predator staring down its prey, Wally kept his hand held out towards me as he remained unmoved in this imaginary staring game, I finally stood up and made my way towards Wally while Howdy tried to reach out to me "who is he!?" Howdy said breaking the silence, watching me grab the corpse hand "I'm their husband" Wally said with anger as he showed off his ring "Gold!?" Howdy question not understanding.

I hugged Wally, burying my head in his chest, feeling the comfort, the same comfort from when I first met him. Wally held me tight "I'm sorry" I whispered trying not to cry due to the guilt I felt. Wally stared Howdy down with hatred "hopscotch" he muttered darkly, I held Wally tighter pulling us towards the balcony as crows surrounded us "NO! NO! GOLD!" I heard Howdy shout yet I couldn't look back only shutting my eyes waiting for all of this to be over.

I felt my feet on the ground, reopening my eye to see that we were indeed back in the library in the land of the dead, beinh harshly pulled off by Wally "you lied to me" he said angerily "I-I..." I stuttered "who was that other man!" his voice trembled as he pointed up " a-actually... the-the m... m-marrige was... originally b-between me and h-him so... that-that does m-mean you are t-the other m-man" I was never good with confrontation, I would either submit or cry but I was trying not to cry in front of Wally, I didn't want to look like the victim with Wally's misundstanding "NO! you're married to me! He's the other man!" Wally was crying 'mistake, you hurt someone again, useless, HEARTLESS' my mind was screaming at me, I couldn't focus at all, I wanted to talk to Wally but my mind wouldn't let me. My body shook a bit, Frank took notice but did nothing knowing that this is between me and Wally

"And I thought... I thought it was going so well" his tear gushed out causing his right eye to fall out, it rolled towards me as I picked it up and cleaned it off staring into it "I-I am sorry, so s-sorry... cou-could... this marriage e... even w-work?" I started to question "why not!?" he looked at his eye in my hand "it's my eye isn't it" he said insecurely make my heart twist in pain "no, not at all, your eye is lovely" I said grateful for that sentence to come out fluently before walking over to him and carefully placed it back in, making sure not to cause any further damage

he looked away "in d-different circumstances...maybe... b-but we are d-different I am l-living and y-you are d-dead" my stutter got worse as I tried to explain but couldn't due to panic, stress, and pain, pain for hurting him, I tried to calm down my breathing to focus better "you should've thought of that before you asked me to marry you" Wally said yelling and crying "I was p-practicing my v-vows... I-I didn't e-even know you w-were there s... so" I tried to explain "so I was... a mistake?" he said sounding empty as I look to see his eyes full of hurt and rushed out of the library.

I could only stare at the doors, the doors he walked out of, unaware that I was reaching out for him, unaware that I was crying, unaware that my throat swelled up and my feet couldn't stand, unaware that my teeth were biting my tongue, unaware that Frank was next to me after seeing my distress, unaware that he tried talking to me.

I felt warmth, a good warmth, a comforting warmth, I finally gasp "oh thank the gods, you terrified me little one" I look to see Frank hugging me "... I'm... sorry" I said as he started to let go and grabbed my hands "look, I may not know what exactly happened but something tells me that you wouldn't hurt him, not on purpose" he said gently rubbing my hands with his thumbs "right now you both need to calm down before talking again" he said "oh, okay... thank you" I said "how about you go on a walk, recollect yourself and your thoughts" he let go of my hands "I... I think I will, thank you Frank" I walked out of the library and started making my way towards the unknown, as a certain bird was near by.

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Jewel's pov

I was working on one the costumes for Sally's play when Poppy rushed in "oh hello Poppy" I said looking up from the skirt "Jewel dear your siblings is back!" she said "really how are they?" I asked excited to know how they were doing "oh dear I don't think they're doing well, I saw them crying" Poppy said concern "did you see where they were heading!?" I asked "down the street in think" she said as I rushed to the door "Poppy could you watch the shop please" I quickly asked "of course now hurry they need you" she nudged her feather for me to leave, I did running full speed to comfort my baby sibling.

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Chapter 6

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The Lost Tomb: Ep. 6

Gosh, I'd forgotten how adorable Wu Xie is.

Aww, even when Xiao-ge is gone Wu Xie is deferring to his expertise and telling everyone to follow his instructions. Although it is a little late. Xiao-ge told you not to touch anything and I'm sure that included the button you pushed to make the coffin set come out of the tree. *crying*

I don't know guys, I would maybe not try robbing the tomb of the guy that's breathing and has obviously come back to life. Xiao-ge needs to come back soon.

Literally five seconds later Xiao-ge's back and shirtless. Oh my goodness.

And I'm picking out Wu Xie calling him Meiyouping now. Thanks @foxofninetales

Oooh, he's got cool chest tattoos, that's why he's shirtless.

I knew Xiao-ge would not be happy about what's happening here.

OH MY GOODNESS. I thought Xiao-ge was gonna make them put the guy back in the coffin, not kill him.

Oh no, Wu Xie seems a bit upset with Xiao-ge. He was the one who stopped Ming from shooting the guy (Lord Shang of Lu?) and then Xiao-ge just comes in and strangles him? Snaps his enck? Not sure exactly what he did there. Is this gonna be point of contention i ntheir relationship where Wu Xie is empathetic and compassionate towards everyone and Xiao-ge has no problem just straight up murdering people. Cause I'm here for that.

Also I'm counting Xiao-ge's dramatic entrance, via throwing his sword at the guys, towards the Xiao-ge saves Wu Xie counter since apparently they were going to cause Lord Shang of Lu to become a zombie.

It's really cool how we're getting Lord Shang of Lu's story dramatized, but I have no idea what's going on. Which on is Lord Shang? Who is this lady? I'm assuming she's the one in the other coffin. If I hadn't waiting six months between watching episode 5 and episode 6 would it be clearer. *shrug*

Okay, it makes more sense now. A classic lord and his loyal subordinate both in love with the same woman story.

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[wolves-etc]

thoughts on The Last Of Us episode two, roughly as it happens in the ep:

[thoughts on: 1.1 | X | 1.3 | 1.4 | 1.5 | 1.6 | 1.7 | 1.8 | 1.9]

— another episode, another mycologist! this professor is dignified and puzzled and it's such a strange change from the postapoc action of the previous episode. I'll be glad to see some blanks filled in though.

— the mounting tension and knowing fear in the examination scene is intense, and the actors are showing it brilliantly. there's a lot of discomfort, too, in the candid display of a corpse that still looks so whole and healthy - before the pandemic gets so bad that no-one can hope for a decent burial, back when it still raises serious questions to see someone with a bullethole in their forehead.

— the moment when someone who knows exactly how scared they should be loses their composure and gets the fuck out of there? that's the moment you know to be really afraid.

— she is just a professor - not military, not in a specialty (at least I think) that devotes as much thought to pandemics as others do, and she is scared. she's on a nice domestic sofa holding a teacup and saucer and she's visibly uncomfortable even thinking about what she knows.

— we already know how this is gonna go. it shouldn't be so affecting to learn that they've lost track of the first people infected. it probably should be so terrifying, actually, to see the people in charge admitting they're not on top of things.

— "bomb."

— yeah, that was a hell of a choice.

— "start bombing. bomb this city, and everyone in it."

— I'm looking over the scene again to get the quotes right, and paying more attention to the side characters 'cos @trivalentlinks mentioned enjoying them in this show, and gosh, yeah. these two are both so nakedly scared - the fear of someone who knows they can't do anything, and the fear of someone who has to anyway - and it's horrible.

— and I have to wonder. if they'd taken her advice sooner, could the pandemic have been prevented? how would she have been remembered, if they did? (how would the country have been judged by the rest of the world?) she's an expert and she's terrified and she's willing to doom a city, including herself and her family, to save the rest of the world, and it would be so easy for her to be framed as a monster.

— heavy stuff, folks. we're nine minutes in and my brain is humming.

— and her bravery, and her humanity, and her fear; and her request not to spend any more time explaining exactly why they're doomed but rather to let her spend her last hours with her family.

— cue gorgeous gross fungus growth intro. a bad time to be eating noodles and a worse time to realise that the camera's slowing down on something suddenly recognisable as a skull.

— I recognise the tests aren't quite the same, but this really seems like a crap world to have a stroke in.

— if we needed confirmation that joel didn't plan to punch that guard, here it is. how afraid and out of control must you be to fracture something in your own hand without stopping? how uncomfortable must that loss of control be for him?

— tess' move here, where she talks to ellie like an adult, is interesting. I've seen scenes like that before that felt like a threat, or like an adult refusing to take responsibility that they should - and this is both of those things, but it doesn't feel like it. it feels like a genuine attempt to get the information they need and give ellie the information she needs to make a good choice. but I don't know if that's just tess' strange brand of tricky honesty again.

— I do like it though. because the options are joel and tess being harsh and callous behind ellie's back, or it's joel and tess being harsh and callous and giving ellie a chance to know about it and help make their decisions. as much as she should be protected anyway.

— ellie's "if she so much as twitches..." "[strangled zombie sounds]" joke here is both very stupid and entirely justified

— "well it's the long way or the we're fucking dead way." "well I vote long way, just based on that limited information." oh tess and ellie are fun <3

— overgrown cities look so cool though.

— how weird must it be to climb over long-dead cars? they used to be something, a part of everyone's lives, and now they're just scenery. part of their old world still right there beside them but so far away.

— ellie: "so there aren't super-infected that explode spores on you?" tess, totally relaxed: "shit, I hope not."

— whoever decided that infected cry out, fox-like, in the distance, I salute you. there may also be a rude gesture involved.

— genuinely scarier that it was far away and just one cry, that they've been okay so far but they're still wary and still have to keep moving. I think they're not scared enough that that was a hunting cry. so it's just... a thing infected do, sometimes.

— oh. oh that's kind of a sad thought.

— JAUNTY MYSTERY SOUNDS ON A PIANO

— JAUNTY PIANO FROG

— I am in love, I am enchanted with our frog friend, I actually happy-stimmed a little. nothing in this is going to beat piano frog friend for me.

— "you're a weird kid." "you're a weird kid."

— this very believable idea of a generation of kids who learned about things like hotels from books, the way I learned about boarding schools. it's sweet. it's strange.

— ellie stroppily taking joel's hand and letting it go quickly after; joel glancing down at it, bloody-knuckled still, slightly broken still - it's a contrast. there's so much angst in the hands and the things they do and are capable of.

— I don't know if ellie learned this kind of grown-up smalltalk from books too but I do love her attitude

— the writhing rippling bodies, holy shit

— THEY'RE A NETWORK. HOW LOVELY. sarcastically but also genuinely that's kind of lovely. and I dig that tess' explanation both shows that and takes the time to make sure ellie understands the danger.

— sidenote but I keep going oooh at tess' hair because it's so nice to actually see a woman going grey, it's really pretty

— joel please don't touch the cordyceps. yes this is good and useful information to have about the fungus drying up but it's also DEEPLY GROSS

— I really don't like the grown-ups not knowing what's up or what killed a dude

— I've seen the odd spoiler on here, right? mostly from the games. and I haven't heard of tess. I'm not sure she's gonna survive like I am about the other two. and that means I am at several times wondering if she's going to die here.

— I HATE THIS. I hate this a lot. at some point during this extended terror scene I had to pause to call my friend a bastard and also put socks on so my feet didn't feel as vulnerable. did I mention I'm bad with horror

— the "if you panic, they'll hear you, so don't panic" situation is fucking evil. I was previously unaware this could extend to "load your gun quietly or else you're dead."

— they're clicking. they're fucking clicking. they're blind and they're clicking I REALLY DON'T WANT THESE TO HAVE ECHOLOCATION. PLEASE.

— you know how shooting rabid animals in the head can aerosolise the infection. I wish I wasn't thinking about that.

— I looked up the tess-taping-her-ankle thing and found half the comments were ppl who were also puzzled and half were like "duh, she sprained her ankle, are you even paying attention?" so probably that's a genuine treatment for sprains I'd just never heard about.

— the almost desperate way she told joel to just take this win? yeah, I think she might not be okay.

— joel checking his watch. the poor bastard. I think looking out over the city and talking to ellie felt a little too familiar there.

— tess hurrying into the building and dragging ellie in front of her? yeah, she's panicking. I do think she wants to get this done before she starts really showing symptoms.

— "I never ask you for anything, not to feel the way I felt-" fuck

— this feels like a lower ratio of infected to story than most zombie stories. they travelled an entire city, went to great pains to avoid them, encountered two, and two of their three people got bitten. it's an interesting change.

— AND AS SOON AS I SAY THAT. THERE'S A FUCKING STAMPEDE.

— "save who you can save." okay, this right there? tess knows him very well. 'cos that's been his strategy from the moment this started. and she's giving him that push, I think, so he can snap back into that mode and actually leave her there to die. or so he'd find it easier to do.

— this is fucking horrible.

— I have never been so scared of a faulty lighter. what's scary, what's really scary here? is the thought that she's going to die not on her own terms, that she's not going to be able to play the last card she has to play, that she's not going to die relatively quickly but would instead be ripped apart.

— ...or kept alive as part of the cordyceps network. I think that's what the "kiss" was about - the way the fungus always seems to sprout out of the mouth in the later stages, the proximity to the brain, her maybe being recognised as infected but not yet connected to the others, which is a thing the others can fix. it's a watsonian explanation, at least. it's horrible.

— but she gets to play the last card she has to play. made of steel, to the end. if I were wearing a hat I'd be taking it off.

— last time they had an encounter with infected, two of their three got bitten. they can't risk that happening again. not with the likelihood that joel's going to be even more protective now, with delivering ellie safely his only goal, and still his only way to get to tommy. they are going to have to be so careful. and that's going to be interesting to see.

[shadow-turtle-234]

If I hear S*lkis use, "if you complain about how S*lki 'broke up a gay ship between two men', then your misogynistic" one more goddamn time, I'm gonna to tell you off right now:

Most people who don't ship S*lki don't ship Lokius either! Both ships are toxic as shit when you look at them and break down what they actually do to Larry/TVA!Loki! But, since y'all can't go back and look at what people are actually saying, I'll be doing all of you a favor and telling you what people are actually saying instead of pulling the "Every S*lki anti is misogynistic and they just wanted their gay ship to happen" card from their ass.

I want to see Sylvie be a compelling villain for the remainder of the series. She has traits that fit a villain but that is a separate discussion for another day.

If you are not willing to read what I have wrote with a learning eye and can't put your Biases away to learn, and your first instinct is to send DEATH THREATS/KYS messages to me or to other tumblr users (whose posts I have linked here) - DO NOT INTERACT! Please block me and move on!

A quick definition of Domestic Abuse: "'Domestic Abuse' is a very specific category of acts criminal in nature included by not limited to homicide, assault, terroristic threats, kidnapping, criminal restraint, sexual assault, and harassment." It also can be referred to as Domestic Violence or IPV (though there is a slight difference, the DA being more between married couples and DV between non-married partners).

And as mentioned, it isn't strictly for married couples as it also takes place in between the dating scene, too. According to Rewire.org, "'They were more likely to push and shove, to grab, to punch,' [Susan B. Sorenson] explained. 'They were more likely to strangle—some pretty awful behaviors toward a partner. They were also more likely to use a knife, a bat or another kind of weapon. We were not expecting to find this.'"

Sylvie, during the first season's run, has done this list of grievances to/towards Larry/TVA!Loki, but isn't limited to:

-Threatened to/attempted to commit homicide (repeatedly, during episode two, episode three and episode six especially), using a weapon (a machete) and/or her own magic to fling them hard across the floor, bookcase (either by the enchanted individuals [that she enchanted, no one else] see episode two or by her own use) to deliberately cause harm to Larry/TVA!Loki.

-Assaulted Larry/TVA!Loki repeatedly (again, deliberately causing harm to Larry).

-Harasses Larry repeatedly (calling Larry harsh names, insults their plans - all prior to the finale, accuses them of lusting for the throne [when they never wanted the throne - please see Thor {2011} again if you forgot], tells them to shut up harshly when they are offering her support, etc.,).

-Manipulates them emotionally and gaslights them (especially during episode six, gaslits Larry then kisses them as a distraction to grab the TemPad and pushing them to the TVA, where both are still wanted criminals)

And Larry does nothing of the sort in return, only being there to support her all the way; it is only till Episode six when Larry tries to defend themself and to talk to her. They both fight during episode three's opening, yes, but they were both enemies to each other. But even when Larry becomes loyal to her wants and needs, she doesn't remotely return the favor. And before anyone says, "Well, Loki sided with the TVA", they didn't, they never did.

"But Loki's a narcissist, surely it makes sense for his character!" Gosh, y'all are adorably naïve that it makes me sick. Loki isn't a narcissist - they never were (please watch Thor, The Avengers, Thor: The Dark World, Thor: Ragnarök, and Avengers: Infinity War again and pay attention to them closely), nor is this a story of self-love; it is about codependency. Larry is codependent on both Mobius and Sylvie to the point where it isn't a far-fetched guess that Loki, being an abuse victim, would be used to these types of relationships as that is what they are used to/familiar with. Just because something is more familiar doesn't mean it is healthy. Out of the thirteen symptoms presented by MAYO Clinic, Tom's Loki can roughly fit in, maybe, three or four of the symptoms, whereas Sophia's Loki can fit in roughly with eight or nine of the listed symptoms, maybe (I am sure those with Psychology degrees can help in that more than I ever could as I am an animation student). And people who have dealt with narcissistic people in their past have said that Sylvie more aligns with the narcissistic person than Larry does. And y'all, don't say Loki deserved it - who ever deserves to be abused? Loki has been through it enough! They don't need more of it! And if I see another instance where people say, "if I were Sylvie, I would've done worse lmao" I am going to lose it.

Also, I don't want to get onto the "B-but they are not related/not the same person" train, please tell me that, after the show reaptedly told us that they are, again; from to which extent (either the same timeline [very likely as Sylvie and Larry came from a branch on the same timeline, not two separate timelines] or another timeline [which didn't happen till after Sylvie killed HWR]). Also, I don't want to hear people defend/attempt to this transphobic nonsense. Yes, it is transphobic. Everyone on the creative team is Cisgendered and they have made some very, very TERF-ish statements, "jokes" and comments that people are repeating again and again and again to the point it makes me sick. And yes - LGBTQA+ community members can, are, and have been bigots. Doesn't help that Waldron, a known bigot and sexist pig, wrote Sylvie, who ended up being a misogynistic caricature of female characters. So really, you are defending the work of a misogynist.

And, since most of you S*lkis don't ever pay attention and have made it this far - DO NOT SEND DEATH THREATS TO ANYONE!! IT ISN'T HELPING ANYONE! BLOCK AND LEAVE!

[psychedelic-ink]

okay okay so I nerded out a bit and before starting up this chapter I read the beginning of the first chapter (believe me when this series is over I'm gonna read it from start to finish again and again, I especially cant wait to read it when i move to the states its gonna be super comforting when that happens)

I ended up talking too much again so I put everything under the cut whoops

Shadows pooled in the corners of your small living room, the lamp beside you casting a golden glow that didn’t quite reach them and you sat slumped on the couch in your sweats. One hand rested on the trackpad of your laptop scrolling through the NYU student group page, your other hand cradling a bowl of mac and cheese.

It was late — later than you should be up with school starting tomorrow, and even though your eyes were getting dry from staring at the screen, you were absorbed in your task; your face illuminated in the dusk of the room. 

Your finger stroked down, the page slowly moving. 

Gosh Birdie has gone through so much and so many things happened, it's just so beautiful to witness 😭😭😭 Also I will never get over how amazing you write smut because jfc i'm sweating???

Being with him has made you bolder, basking in the glow of his affection, love and guidance. Like he’s taken a piece of the confidence he holds within his being and gifted you with some of it, making you braver, more sure of yourself. 

I love this so much because I just feel like this is how a normal relationship should be like, strengthening each other and boosting eachother up when the other can't seem to do it on their own. You always manage to find new ways to strangle my hear (in a good way) 💜

I'm happy that Cee is finally coming around, as slow as that might be! honestly can't blame her, it's a super bizarre situation to be in and the doing it in secret sure as hell didn't help. I still feel like if they had been up and honest since the beginning she might've not been this angry. Sure she would still probably need time to obsess, but I always think of the first time Birdie realizes her crush on Ezra and what would've had happened if she just went said something about it, it would be a difficult convo for sure but idk it might've been better. But then again how do you even tell someone you have a crush on their dad, no matter from which angle you look at it it turns out a mess adcvsdvfdv

also ngl when cee just said "“She’s leaving, so I guess it doesn’t really matter in the end.” that hurt me just pls and go make up with birdie before I bawl my eyes out. I'm glad they both recognized their fault tho!

thank you so much for sharing, love! amazing chapter as always 💜💜

In The Dark: 11

Ezra x f!Reader

Rating: Explicit

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A/N: Thank you endlessly to both @mourningbirds1​ and @the-ginger-hedge-witch​ for helping me with this one - they both gave me endless reassurance and great advice, and I couldn’t have done it without them. ❤️

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“This?”

You look up from the stack of used notebooks in your hands, glancing at the cover of the book Ezra’s holding. 

“No.”

He nods, placing it next to him before reaching for his beer, taking a long pull. He sets the bottle back down next to his thigh, reaching for the next book in the stack in front of him. 

“This one?”

You look up again, nodding. Watching him set that one into a box on his right, you make an internal face at how full it is already. 

“This?” 

You shake your head, and he places it just so in the discard pile. He picks up the next book, thumbing through the worn pages scribbled with ink in the margins and he flips it over, reading the back. 

Sitting on your floor, he’s bathed in a warm glow, a line of light from your lamp highlighting the curve of his nose and bringing to surface the rich brown blended into the darker strands of his hair. The light fades in its reach around his face, the whiskered cheek facing you darkened with shadow and when he absentmindedly reaches for his beer again, you watch the movement of his mouth, and the swallow of his throat.  Rain patters against the glass of the window in your living room, and the contrast between the bleak weather and the warmth of the room is cozy and comforting. 

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