#She'll shorten it though (if it's possible)

[14dayswithyou]

We know Ren/[Redacted]’s nickname for MC is Angel but what is everyone else’s (or if they don’t have one what would it be)

✦゜ANSWERED: aaaa it's kinda hinted on the 14DWY discord (via the roles you can get), but the main cast have a few different nicknames depending on the situation or their mood!!

Ren: angel, baby (for when they're feeling 📯🦵) [REDACTED]: angel, love (for when they're feelin soft and tender) Moth: love-bug, bestie, gamer, comrade, degenerate in arms, etc. Violet: petal, rosebud (because sims + she's also a gamer) Conan: sweetheart (he is an Old Man), or just your actual name Leon: sunfish, darl/darlin' (with an aussie accent!!! this is important!!!) Teo: doll/dollface, starshine (Rosie has this man on a leash!!) Jae: seashell, sunshine (he honestly copied Leon and Teo)

[elsecrytt]

Professional (Kento Nanami)

A gift for @eevwrites <3

Summary: Kento Nanami is your OBGYN. The father... isn't present for this journey, but that's okay. Nanami always takes care of his patients.

Warnings: Themes of pregnancy, parenthood discussion of abortion, childbirth (semi-graphic), paternal abandonment, toxic relationships, yandere.

Reader is pregnant and WANTS the baby. Nanami is 1000% feminist, he just also happens to be a yandere sdfhslghg

Nanami Kento considers himself an excellent physician, even if some would call his bedside manner 'gruff'.

Obstetrics and gynecology is a sensitive subject for many and he stives, every day, to maintain the height of professional decorum.

As a professional and as a physician, he would never admit to having a favorite patient.

As a man, something soars inside his chest whenever you walk into his clinic.

You're so young to be a mother - that was his first assessment, though of course he'd never say as much out loud.

As your doctor, he asks questions purely on the basis of being able to provide the best care possible. The more he knows about your circumstances, the more assistance he can offer.

That was the first time he'd felt that warmth in his chest - the look of utter relief and gratitude in your eyes, nearly tearing up.

Nanami watches you try to compose yourself, discreetly slides the tissues closer to you as you tell him a much-shortened version of your story.

The father isn't present because he doesn't want anything to do with this child.

It's a disheartening tale, made no less so by the fact that he himself had always dreamed of being a father.

At a young age, he'd discovered that he was completely sterile. So becoming a doctor and delivering them had felt like the closes he could get.

But there's this glow in your face. A sheepish sort of smile accompanied by a little tear and a "I know it's stupid, but I've just always wanted to be a mom, and have a family, and - well. Anyways, I want this baby."

And he could be excused if his heart is moved a little. It's not professional, but is it professional when he holds the hand of a woman whose husband was too nervous to come into the room with her?

It it professional when he gives a woman one of his rarest smiles, tells her she's doing great, she'll see her baby soon?

It it professional how his heart leaps as the infant starts crowning, how it races in his chest as he helps to deliver this new life into the world?

It is professional when he assures worried mothers that they're still beautiful, that their bodies are perfectly natural and healthy even if they never appear identical to how they were before?

Professional is not always what's best for his patients. And being a good doctor means being what his patients need, not the model of a distant physician.

So Nanami doesn't think about being professional when he reaches out to hold your hand, telling you with a smile that he'll help you get through with this.

He provides resources, walks you through getting aid from different programs, helps you in any way he can. Above and beyond.

So what if he's blurring lines? You're his patient. You're all alone in this journey. He's the only one here to help you through this. Of course he'll go the extra mile to help.

Nanami is only human. He could be excused for having a favorite patient.

He watches you grow more and more anxious as your body changes. He prescribes you sleep aids, nausea medication, prenatal vitamins.

When you get the ultrasound, he's the first person you show it to. You tell him with a laugh that he's the only one so far, and he can't help but embrace you, boundaries be damned.

It's beautiful. You're having a girl, a beautiful baby girl, and he's sure she'll look just like you. He asks you what names you're thinking of and you're bursting with ideas to tell him.

It occurs to him, heartbreakingly, that you're the only person he has to share this with.

So animated, so creative and full of life. How could anyone abandon a wonderful young woman like you? Who wouldn't want you in their life?

Security lets him know that there's a man who's been waiting outside the clinic. They've seen you arguing with him - gone out to break things up, too.

Your conversations with him grow more hesitant. You're nervous, and he's perhaps a little pushy in asking why, reminding you that stress isn't good for the baby.

You laugh sheepishly (why? why are you always so demure? you act like you're just waiting to be struck down. it terrifies him.), telling him that 'the father' has recently come back into your life, and you're not sure.

There's a little sigh you make that tells him he's in, you're about to spill. And he doesn't like what he hears.

Your boyfriend - ex-boyfriend - didn't want the baby at all at first. He blew up at you, telling you to get an abortion, or get dumped.

Obviously, you kept the child, and he'd summarily left. You stumble on your words and Nanami wonders just how amicable that parting was.

Apparently, he's outside the clinic now to "reconcile". His parents, traditional and wealthy folk, have threatened to cut him off. He's talking about getting married now, you mention with a bitter laugh.

It doesn't pass his notice, the contemplative nature of your tone, how you pause and look away before you rub your neck and mention something about how you shouldn't be so harsh, he's trying and it was selfish of you to want to keep the baby when you knew he didn't want it.

Something dark and terrible boils up inside him at the thought. He has never, ever tried to sway a woman for or against terminating a pregnancy, only informed them.

And he comes across them every day. Men like this, who thought women and their pregnancies were props, mere fixtures in their lives to be taken down or put up whenever they wanted.

What he wouldn't give to have a child of his own. To deliver a baby and just... keep it in his arms, knowing he would take that fragile, teary creature home. Knowing he would watch it grow up alongside the woman it came from.

You laugh it off, haltingly. Ask Nanami, with your head hung low, if he knows any programs you can sign up for, or places that sell prenatal vitamins at a discount.

Nanami tries very hard to ignore the thought that springs up in the back of his mind.

I could take care of you. I would take care of you.

He ignores the thoughts, dismisses them, and then the daydreams start.

It's not like he doesn't have money. He's a doctor. There's money in the bank, but what does he have? Working long hours every day only to come back to an empty home, empty bed.

Empty life. No friends, no family, just work, work, work.

And it's for a reason. He loves his job, he loves helping you - women like you. He spends his days caring for women and their pregnancies, only to deliver and hand off the child to another man.

But these men wouldn't take better care of these children than him. Who could take better care of your aches and pains and struggles than him? Who could understand you, empathize with you, support you like he could?

It's not the man that lurks outside the clinic with an angry look on his face. The man who discarded you like trash, and now wants to pick you back up like a misplaced toy.

So Nanami makes a choice. You're his favorite patient, after all.

He doesn't want to do this. He's a doctor, he's sworn to do no harm. But some things are simply inexcusable.

Nanami's done a lot of favors for a lot of people. One Fushiguro Toji, whose wife he saved on the operating table, one well-connected former classmate Gojo Satoru, and the man disappears.

You come to him the next day, crying. Tears in your eyes. Your former boyfriend - the one who said he would reconcile, the one who wanted to see your daughter - he didn't show up.

He takes one of your hands in his, nodding and humming at all the right parts. Sympathy pouring out through his eyes.

It's terrible to see you like this. It really is. You never deserved this, none of it. You're an angel, really, heaven-sent, and you'll be such a wonderful mother, once the baby arrives.

But since he's dead, it's not as if his name needs to be on the birth certificate. You could put any name you wanted on there. That's for later, though.

Right now you need comfort and reassurance. You need someone to take charge, to help you through this, and he's been the one doing that this whole time.

You've been on your own, trying so hard, waiting for a man who didn't deserve you to come back and treat you with basic human dignity. And Nanami had spared you that fate.

One day, you'll be grateful things turned out like this. For now, he just holds you, strokes your back while you cry, shushes you.

Nanami smiles to himself. It isn't professional.

It isn't professional, but being professional comes second to being a good doctor. To being the person you needed in your life.

Based on your delivery date... he's quite sure he could make it a June wedding.

[blueeyedheizer]

WELCOME BACK!! if you're still taking requests, may I ask for a smutty ficlet where Cassie & reader meet for the first time at a party and well... things escalate 🥳 thanks in advance 🤍

you can't remember how long the two of you have been making out. she's intoxicating, your lips seeking hers again as soon as she pulls away for air, desperate for more.

"have you ever done anything with a girl?" the words come out in a breathless pant, your hands cupping her cheeks tenderly as they do. Cassie shakes her head in response, her gaze never leaving your lips. "you'll love it." You murmur against her skin, your lips trailing along her neck, a hand boldly reaching under her dress to find the edge of her underwear. Cassie's breath catches in her throat. "but I gotta know your name first." you murmur, sucking on her neck.

her answer comes out quieter than she'd intended. for some reason, she feels vulnerable. she isn't new to the dating scene, far from it, and she's had many hookup before, and yet... this feels different.

"follow me, Cassie." you take her by the hand and lead her upstairs, pushing through the crowd of people to find a spot somewhat quieter and, well... less crowded. after walking in on a few couples that were already occupying the bedrooms, you decide to settle on the bathroom. it's not exactly the best place to make out with a pretty girl, but it'll do.

your lips crash onto hers as soon as the door locks behind you, your hand finding its way back between her legs, rubbing her through what feels like a simple cotton thong. you smirk against her lips, fingers slipping underneath the fabric

"bold... I like it."

You start rubbing her clit, the touch light and teasing as you watch her, the flush on her cheeks getting darker with every second. Cassie's chest is heaving, the pretty sounds of her panting and whimpering filling the room. she finds herself humping your hand, her clit dragging up and down your palm.

"fuck.... you're so fucking hot, humping my hand like that." you push a finger in, gently thrusting it in and out, feeling how wet she is, how ready for you she is. "so wet," you withdraw your fingers and bring them to your lips, humming happily. "and so fucking sweet too."

you waste no time in dropping to your knees, crawling as close to her as possible as you lift one of her legs above your shoulder and bury your face between her legs, sticking out your tongue to lap up her slit, kitten licking and flicking her clit with your tongue before sucking, making her knees weak.

your breath quickly shortens, your lips and tongue busy pleasuring her instead of coming up for air. you can't help but moan as her grip on your hair tightens, and you find yourself struggling to stay in place as she writhes and jerks uncontrollably under your touch, every little sound you make sending the most delicious vibrations up her core.

she's so close. so damn close, and she's afraid she'll make a mess all over your face if you don't slow it down. she thinks you might be okay with it though, with the way you're looking at her.

her head falls back when you push a finger in, her eyes practically rolling back into her skull.

she's convinced sex has never felt this good before.

[magicalberserk]

The Nonliving

Name: Maria Adesso 

Nicknames: Rhea, R-43A

Age range: any ages 20+, most likely to be 27-40s

Hair: light brown/dark blonde, bobcut, curly/fluffy, side bangs. Can turn white and shorten.

Eyes: blue-green/teal, can change to yellow 

Skin: fair, changes to navy blue

Body type: busty hourglass, "thin" waist, 5'11"

Sexuality: Bisexual, male/masc lean

Bio:

Maria was the second oldest to a large family. She's got a big softspot for children and because of this, was studying to become an elementary school teacher. She grew up in NY, had a normal and fulfilling childhood, and graduated highschool with above average grades and a nice group of friends.

A few short months into her second year of college, she was kidnapped and tested in an illegal lab by an organization called Pius, trying to create a bioweapon. The bioweapon was the virus R-43A (codename Rhea), designed to mimic cells, avoid detection, and kill as quickly as possible. It essentially succeeded, but to do so it had to copy the nucleus, DNA, and RNA. So when it reached her brain, the virus copied all her knowledge and memories, taking on her form and conciousness.

Maria suffered through dehumanizing and painful testing before she discovered some of her useful abilities and escaped. She was forced to live a life on the run, never again to see anyone who ever knew her. Pius had tracked them down, erased their memories, and gave some (including her family) new identities, so she'd never find them.

Concerning the actual event of Maria's escape, she had started a riot upon escaping by letting all the other subjects loose. This would prove to be a fatal mistake, as the lab, along with everyone in it, would be destroyed in the chaos with Maria as the sole survivor thanks to making it outside before it all came crashing down.

Personality:

When not running from Pius, she prefers to be alone and go sight seeing, as well as read. Despite prefering to be alone, it's for the sole reason that she feels like she has to be. Maria is lonely, and enjoys socializing when she can. As a result of Pius, she has claustrophobia as well as nosocomephobia from being kept in a tight cell and trauma related to labs/doctors (though, is fine with medical procedures in a different environment), and better enjoys the simple pleasures of freedom. Back in college, she was a very sociable, mother-hen type friend and that part of her bleeds through should you come close enough. She still longs for the old days, when she used to care for children and go to parties, and shopping, and girls night-outs. She doesn't/didn't care for anything too crazy, or nights lasting too long, but she is an extrovert who loves caring for others.

The best way to describe Maria, most soon after escaping Pius, is broken. The practices and experiments used on her were dehumanizing on her best days there. She's almost constantly in an existential crisis, trying to decide if she's alive, or not, or if she's even real. Part of the reason she doesn't sleep is because when she tries, she has nightmares of Pius. The only thing keeping her alive are the happy memories of her family and stubbornness against Pius having her or her body to experiment on. Despite most definitely wanting to die on some days, she also wants to outlive the people of Pius out of spite.

Much longer after her escape, she'd end up a much happier person. Depending on the events of the rp or leading to it, Maria would be much of the same person as she was back in college. However, this Maria would lack the sense of naivety she used to have and be eerily desensitized to gore and bodily functions. She has the social skills to keep from disturbing other people with this part of herself, but it also makes her feel slightly disconnected and she'll forget to react when something gross/gruesome happens.

Abilities:

Maria can transform into her virus form, which is an alter ego dubbed "Rhea". In virus form, Maria is a dark blue humanoid monster, with a lean and toned build, no sexual organs, sharp teeth, thin white hair, pointed ears, and claws on her hands and three toed feet (similar to a bird in design). She technically isn't alive, despite having a human mind and sentience. Rhea can shut off the basic human functions she mimics, which when running will trick her brain into believing the body is dying or dead. Which will leave her permanently braindead. This means if one were to want to kill her, they'd have to destroy or remove her head. Other abilities implied or otherwise include:*

•Ability to shut off nerves and feel no pain

•Near eternal endurance

•Biological immortality (can only be killed by outside force destroying head or curing virus)

•Being completely uneffected by harmful illness, poison, or chemicals (unless corrosive or related to cure, etc.)

•healing factor (can be trained to increase speed of process)

•No need for normally basic needs such as food, water, oxygen, sleep, blinking, etc.

•Reattachment/regeneration of limbs

•Prevent any form of bleeding

•Manipulation of natural chemicals generated by her body (example: increase adrenaline at will)

She's not a trained fighter, but if it comes to it she prefers straight forward sneak attacks. If it were to come to one on one combat, she'd be all about ending it as quickly as possible, whether that means playing dead or knocking the opponent out fair and square. Or in a usually rare case, finishing the job.

*Not all her abilities are immediately accessible for rp use. Depending on the circumstances or setting in her personal timeline, she can have all, none, or only some of these abilities.

[ruxtarious]

Honestly, I think having Armin going into some protective state and ensuring Annie survived, despite knowing the possible hell she would live through, knowing her time would be shortened and all. Despite all of that, I can see him creating some sort of hardened shell (like Reiner did in S4, protecting Falco) as other people try getting in to retrieve the serum, while his hands are violently shaking on the matter, having doubts already. Like, is this a good idea? She'll live, though will she be happy of this decision that he'll put her through hell? Either way, I think Armin could convince Levi to make the decision upon saving Annie and her new life as a shifter begins. Also, hi! - First ever post here. It's really late and I saw this and HAD to go at it with my thought process!

Today is a good day for titan designing so here is Colossal Titan Annie! This whole Reverse Au started in this post, and then @aruanimess @pitruli and @blueguydraws motivated me to get my own ideas down!

For Female Titan Armin visit this post .

So Colossal Annie, right?? This was TOUGH to draw because, well, colossal titans are very weird. I decided she would keep her signature hair (if Eren gets luscious locks as a colossal, she can too!)

The more I drew it the more I realized that Annie would probably find it very tough to be the colossal titan. Her biggest advantage is her flexibility and agility which obviously are NOT traits of the Colossal Titan! So I imagine she has a very hard time mastering this form. She feels so bulky and slow and it frustrates the HELL out of her!

On the bright side, SHE IS FINALLY TALL HAHA! First thing she does as the Colossal is flip everyone off from up in the clouds.

I imagine her strenght is still in her legs, since her overall weight makes it nearly impossible for her to do any complex upper body movements. She stomps, she kicks!!!

As to WHY Annie got the Colossal to begin with, this could go a few different ways.

1. She has to be kept alive as she is a major reason why Armin (the female titan) is helping Paradis to begin with.

2. Armin transforms into the female titan and becomes aggressive for the first time, protecting Annie's body while he tries to obtain the serum.

3. In this version Erwin either just flat out dies or is not brought in by Floch soon enough before the serum is used on Annie.

I would live to know how you'd see this play out! And also what you think about the design!

[viatagrinner]

Trick but Treat.

Gilbert von Obsidian. I'll take pranks on you sweetly.

Helloween is an important holiday in Rhodolite. Especially for gluttons and rascals. And this year, his name is the first thing that comes to mind.

However, despite the preparations for the holiday, Gilbert is nowhere to be seen.

(Weird...)

MC was holding a basket full of sweets.

(Even though I made 5 times the usual amount of sweets for Lord Gilbert, who loves to eat).

If MC meets him, she'll have to choose between treats and a brutal battle.

Given the prince's nickname, "World Disaster," the girl has decided to prepare thoroughly.

(I'm sure Lord Gilbert loves Halloween).

The only place MC didn't look for him was the chapel. Usually it is an abandoned place, this chapel is used on special occasions. That's where the heroine headed.

A black figure stood at the sacred altar.

Gilbert: Hmm, you're an idiot, Miss little Bunny.

(I wonder why.)

Gilbert: You knew that if you came here, you would be alone with me.

She walked up to the prince, he smiled cheerfully.

MC: ...Are you plotting something bad?

Gilbert: How about that? It all depends on Miss little Bunny.

Gilbert: More importantly, thank you.

Pointing to the basket, Gilbert became sad.

Gilbert: But I'm sorry. I'm not in the mood today.

Gilbert: I wonder how long these sweets will last.

(...Lord Gilbert, who, once he starts eating, will keep eating sweets indefinitely, doesn't want to eat them!)

MC: Did something happen to you?

Gilbert smiled, but remained silent. MC knows that the prince doesn't like to lie.

MC: Well, sorry. Excuse me.

Reaching out, the girl touched his neck. The normally cold skin was slightly warm.

That's normal, but Gilbert's body temperature is naturally low.

The heroine suggests that he be examined by a doctor.

Gilbert: ...Miss little Bunny.

The atmosphere near Gilbert changed. It became as cold and sharp as icicles.

It was as if a black evil had entered the sacred space.

Gilbert: Hey, it's Helloween.

The prince shortened his distance, the tip of his cane resting on the girl's chin.

Gilbert: Sweet prank or cruel prank... What do you prefer?

MC: I already gave you the candy.

Gilbert: Trick-or-treating is a trick where if you don't eat the candy, you have no choice but to go bad, right?

MC: It's Lord Gilbert's choice/will not to eat candy...

Gilbert: Yeah, are you really going against my will?

(I didn't think it was so unreasonable!)

But it's too late to be sorry, that MC was looking for a prince.

(Are you trying to hide the fact that you don't feel well?)

But she brushes these worries aside, because perhaps the subject is better left unaddressed.

Willing not to take any chances, the heroine chooses sweet prank. Smiling Gilbert ends up at her back.

Feeling that she was embraced from behind like a lover, MC's body tensed.

Gilbert: Then I'll be as gentle as possible.

(Eventually.... I have a very bad feeling about this.)

Baring the girl's neck, Gilbert bit her neck with all his might.

As the title "sweet prunk" promised, there was no intense pain, but the skin quickly turned red.

MC: Stop it!

Gilbert: Hehe... Miss little Bunny knows my secret?

MC: Secret?

Gilbert: Yes. Actually, I...

Gilbert: I was a vampire.

MC: ........

(.....Oh, is this a joke?)

And the girl was bitten on the neck again.

Sucking the skin on her neck like he was drinking blood, the man left a hickey.

(Lord Gilbert.... doesn't lie.)

MC almost dropped the basket of sweets, but the prince didn't let that happen.

Gilbert chuckled.

(Oh...Now you're laughing.)

Gilbert: You really are such a fool. You're honest and you don't know how to doubt people...

MC: It's the result of Lord Gilbert's acting ability! It was hard not to believe!

MC: But it turns out that Lord Gilbert lied...

Gilbert: Only it's not a lie, it's a joke...

Gilbert: I wanted to play a joke on you... Hahaha.... I can't stop laughing.

It's not like the heroine's embarrassment will go away so quickly.

(I know I'm dealing with Lord Gilbert, but I'm extremely frustrated.)

She clenches her fist at Gilbert, whose body is still shaking with laughter.

MC: Lord Gilbert...Trick or Treat?

Gilbert: Oh, you want to prank me, too? I'm looking forward to it.

(He doesn't want to give me treats to begin with).

The girl snatches the cane from Gilbert's unusually vulnerable hand and points it at him.

MC: I've never told anyone this before, but...

MC: I'm actually a witch.

Gilbert: Yeah? What kind of magic do you use?

MC: Don't be surprised, okay?

(I'll make you believe it.)

The cane, which turned out to be heavier than she thought, draws a circle...

MC: I hope Lord Gilbert gets better soon.

Gilbert: .........

MC: I cast a spell so that tomorrow you'll be the same old glutton Lord Gilbert.

The laughter disappeared, and there was a heavy silence in the chapel.

(...... I shouldn't have done what I wasn't used to doing.)

Gilbert, who looked stunned, came to his senses and lowered his face, shaking his whole body again.

Gilbert: Hahaha, Ms little Bunny wants me to die laughing?

Of course not. Now she's embarrassed again.

MC: The sweets will keep until tomorrow, so please eat them when you feel like it!

After putting down the cane and the basket of sweets, the heroine was about to leave, but the prince grabbed her by the arm.

Gilbert: Wait.

MC: What else...?

Before the last word is spoken, Gilbert's lips touch her cheeks.

Their officially first kiss, not counting the cards and the bite on her neck 😘🤯🎉

The kiss was so unexpected that for a moment MC blinked, not knowing what had just happened.

Gilbert: I thank you.

MC: You're welcome...

(I wonder if this is just a sweet joke or...)

In the end, Gilbert's prank was not outrageous.

MC's heart hammered hard, but for a different reason, and she turned around and ran out of the chapel.

Left alone, Gilbert loses his strength and sits down on a bench. After hesitating, he reaches out for the candy.

Gilbert: Mmmm...Yummy.

Gilbert: Magic really does exist.

I adore Gilbert's MC. Sweet, caring, humorous, but also insightful and brave. (It takes courage to take the cane away from Gilbert).

[smokestarrules]

So you have a good grasp on Amity and all.  Besides which we've seen a decent amount of Post-Hollow Mind content where she and Hunter are in each other's company more often.

Do you think the lack of hard feelings she has for her former enemy is simply another casualty of the shortening (and turning over the portal key to him being a possible last minute change) or that it makes sense?  If the latter, then any take on why?

That said, I think it could go either way, but even when the second half of Season 2 had yet to air, I jokingly compared a possible Hunter joining the Owl Crew to the Equestria Girls "Mirror Magic" special.  The one where Juniper Montage is forgiven as Sunset, Sci-Twi and Starlight mentioned their previous misdeeds and Pinkie lampshades how forgiving they are.

But I think it fits if only cause as much as TOH merits comparison to say Avatar The Last Airbender, especially Crossroads of Destiny:

1. The Gaang while flawed and not pure goody-goody are much more so than the Owl Crew and that isn't a slight towards The Owl House.  King tried to cope with Gus and Willow's time with Luz by making those two disappear.

Eda drafted Luz into a mission to retrieve King's crown knowing it was just a confidence booster.  Lilith nearly killed Luz and cursed her own sister.

Gus tricked Luz into coming back to Hexside claiming that he got the ban lifted.  Gwendolyn was an anti-vaxxer.XD

2. It has been suggested that Bump likely wasn't going to dissect Luz and was just goading Willow into fessing up.  I don't think Amity, however, cared at that time.  So for starters that fact isn't lost on her.

Also much like how the Owl Crew is more marginally flawed than the Gaang, some viewers arguably oversell the similarities of Eclipse Lake and Crossroads.

They have common grounds and maybe some understanding.  But other than Hunter making considering Amity's kindness, he didn't exactly have a calm and friendly moment in the way Zuko did to Katara.

But yeah the Owl Crew or even just the Hexside Squad aren't the Gaang and even with similarities to note, Amity isn't Katara.

Your take?

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You're right when you say Amity's not Katara, and the main difference, I think, is this: Amity's actually a lot more forgiving! (and this isn't a slight against Katara, either; I love her, and her steadfastness is one of the best parts of her character). I don't think Amity forgiving Hunter is a product of the shortening at all; it'd practically be hypocritical if she continued hating him after Eclipse Lake, and the thing about Amity is that she's incredibly self-aware.

She doesn't hate Hunter because she's been where Hunter was - maybe not literally, but close enough - and she absolutely understands that. Amity had one negative interaction with him, and though he technically "won" out of that interaction, think about how she ended the episode.

Amity's arc in Eclipse Lake finished with her realizing that Luz cares for her not because she's always perfect, but because she's Amity. Amity effectively learns the lesson that Hunter had been shooting down the entire time, so, really, the entire journey with Hunter isn't a negative thing for her; it's a positive. If anything, at the end, Amity probably feels more sorry for him than angry.

She has no hard feelings. They're buds!! She'll bully him, sure, but he deserves a little (affectionate) bullying, and he's fully capable of sending it right back. I don't think that's a retcon at all.

[9tzuyu]

the art of delicate hands – pt. i

[ wandanat. ]

College AU.

Multiple part series ;

↳ snippets of their relationship and how I perceive them.

sumary:

wanda doesn't like to talk very much, only to her brother (and sometimes her lovely redheaded girlfriend).

notes:

if anyone international is reading this, ASL is shortened for american sign language (language of the hands).

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this is a revised and edited version from when i wrote it on ao3 in 2018.

The only person that knew was Pietro. It was her little secret, and she could only hope that no one now would find out. She knew she shouldn't be ashamed, it was nothing to be ashamed over. Unsurprisingly however, it became her biggest insecurity – years of relentless bullying ensued that.

Wanda was always anxious. When she was seven she began experiencing panic attacks. The metallic taste of blood in her mouth became familiar over time as her panic attacks worsened.

All because she was mute and didn't feel comfortable to speak to anyone, including her parents. The only person Wanda felt comfortable enough to talk to was her brother (you could say that's because they're twins).

A doctor in Sokovia mentioned to Wanda's parents that therapy may help, that it may get her to speak more than four words a week. So her parents moved her when she was 16 and hoped for the best.

Within a year and a half Wanda was able to develop a clear understanding of American Sign Language. Eight months into the move and Wanda's parents had given up on Wanda ever talking, something that she took personal. They didn't catch on to English as quick as the twins did, their native language stuck closer than expected. Pietro didn't mind learning English quickly as he wanted to fit in school, and he also didn't mind studying ASL to communicate with Wanda on a deeper level.

American high school wasn't much better than her hometown. People talked, whispered and gossiped about her in class, muttered hurtful things about her appearance and the way she carried herself; a shy, quiet, timid girl. The worst part of it was when they mocked her for using a language that was supposed to feel safe for her. Pietro always came to her rescue, shooing people away, reminding them that she's his sister. The silver haired boy had no problem fitting in, it was only when they were apart did people tease the younger brunette.

When their parents died, Wanda took the brunt of the emotional attack it had on the twins. She'd been sitting in the backseat of the car, earbuds in, with her music volume at maximum capacity. Her father had tried to tell her to turn down the music while her mother rest in the passenger seat, window down with her eyes closed. When Wanda didn't hear her father, he reached over, eyes off the road, and tapped her. The second she registered his touch a semi-truck hit her father's door. In a matter of minutes Wanda and Pietro both were left alone to fend for themselves.

Putting the blame on herself only caused her to shut down further. It took over a year for Wanda to speak to Pietro again.

But as per usual, the twins stuck together and finished high school. The only difference was that they lived in foster care, they belonged to the state, up for grabs if anyone wanted them. That came to an end six months into their stay. The foster family proposed the idea of adoption, they had no problem in taking care of the twins for the rest of the time being – or, if they wanted, every day after as well.

At twenty, Wanda and Pietro eventually both went to college and shared a house with a bundle of other people on campus. The younger sibling even found herself a girlfriend within the group, her name being Natasha Romanoff.

Natasha didn't mind at all how little Wanda talked. She was curious, of course, but even before their relationship Nat never pushed her girlfriend into anything uncomfortable. Natasha could tell Wanda always made effort though, that's what drove the brunette into allowing herself a relationship.

When the redhead would sleep, Wanda would continuously practice signing. She'd sign songs and poems, movie scripts and books, everything she possibly could to improve herself. It was a very personal, in touch form of language for her.

Wanda had been with her girlfriend a little over a year and Natasha still didn't know all the unpleasant factors that came about her life. Wanda only told her just enough to get by, and she felt immensely guilty for that. Truth was she desperately wanted to tell Natasha, she just didn't know how. She'd thought about just signing something to her and hoping she would catch on, but figured that would be too much. Anxiety spiked in her chest and in her bones, and she was tired of feeling like a liar.

With a sigh, Wanda plopped down on her bed and pulled her phone out from her back pocket. Unlocking it, she went to her text messages and scrolled to Pietro's contact. When she was sure no one else was in the house, she tapped the call button and listened to the phone ring until Pietro answered.

"You know I'm in the other room, right? You literally could've called my name." He greeted, accent heavy through the speaker.

Wanda giggled as she ran her fingers through her hair. You're safe. Speak, it's okay. She reminded herself.

"Yeah, but are you free?"

"Always."

"Can you come here? I need to ask you about something." Pietro gave out a loud, playful sigh but walked to her room, disconnecting the call on his way in. "What is it, my dear sister? What could possibly be troubling you here on this day? Is it that scruffy redhead?" He smirked arrogantly but sat down in the desk chair across from Wanda, not failing to notice how she rolled her eyes.

"She doesn't have scruffy hair and you know it. It's soft, gentle – and much less damaged than your shit show of an excuse for bleached hair."

"Whatever you say, little chaos."

Wanda groaned, "Why must you still call me that?"

"It suits you well."

There was a shared moment of silence between the two before Pietro spoke up. "What was it you wanted to ask me about?" A small frown was plastered on Wanda's face and Pietro found himself wanting to know even more now. Wanda waited another minute before finally answering. "Should I tell her? You know, about..."

A huge smile took over her brother's face. He was ecstatic that she wanted this for her girlfriend. "Of course you should! I really think she'd be interested to know more about you – y'know, since you don't ever tell her anything."

"I tell her things!" Pietro shook his head, "Does she even know your birthday?" Wanda nodded and turned herself away from him. "I just don't know how to do it. I mean it'd be kind of heavy just taking her out to dinner only to tell her my deepest, darkest secret afterwards. I'm scared she'll hate me, Pietro! And I've never even spoke. More than like, 12 sentences all at once with her!" He softened knowing how much trouble one past  had caused his little sister. "Write her a note?" He suggested, but she shook her head. "I want to tell her, not write her."

Right before he was about to speak again there was a knock at the door. The pair looked up to find Natasha standing in the doorway smiling down at the two. "Am I interrupting?"

Wanda froze while Pietro arrogantly raised his eyebrow and announced his answer. "No. We were just finished talking."

Confusion was written on Nat's face and she stood there until Wanda shook her head and muttered a small "No," giving her the signal that she could come in.

"I'll be in the other room if you need me." Pietro got up, despite Wanda's silent plea for him to stay. He gave her a thumbs up and left the room.

Natasha closed the door and laid next to Wanda, wrapping her arms around the younger woman. "You okay?" Wanda nodded in reply and Natasha knew not to push. For now she'd just keep an eye on her, reassuring her that she could talk to her if need be.

Over the next few days Wanda seemed to be doing better. She was supposed to go to a party with Nat, but opted out to study for classes instead.

"Be safe," she whispered and planted a small kiss on Natasha's lips.

Everyone else went to the same party, leaving the house to just Wanda. She sent out a group message telling everyone to text her or ring her (at the very most importance) if they needed a ride. Wanda didn't drink much anyways so she didn't mind being the designated driver of the bunch. And besides, she didn't mind having some time alone, it gave her the absence of the boys so she could study.

However, after over an hour or so of studying Wanda was beginning to feel stressed. Her nerves were building and she could feel her jaw clench.

She needed a break.

With a small sigh, she got up and connected her phone to her speaker. After scrolling and clicking on her song of choice, Wanda found herself signing the words to a Modest Mouse song.

Green eyes closed as her hands began to string along with the words of the song. It was rather fast paced, but Wanda was able to keep up fairly well thanks to years of practice. Lyrics flowed through her fingertips and in the palms of her hands, her stress levels immediately decreasing as she went on.

Unbeknownst to her, however, Natasha was standing in the doorway watching her every move. She was absolutely mesmerized by Wanda's hand motions. Her finger spelling was very fast, and Natasha was curious to know how long Wanda had known ASL.

When the song was over, Wanda stopped her music and moved herself so she could study again. She grabbed her pens, pencils and highlighters, along with her textbook while her back faced Natasha.

"I didn't know you could sign." Natasha commented. A mix of shock and uneasiness quickly took over the calm look on Wanda's face.

It wasn't until then when Tasha put two and two together. She quickly rushed over to her girlfriend, and carefully engulfed her into a hug.

"Hey, no, I think it's really cool. You don't have to worry now, your secret's safe with me." Wanda began to shake in her grasp, tears forming in her eyes. She backed out of the embrace and against the wall, pulling her knees to her chest.

"No, you're supposed to hate me, laugh at me. You're supposed to be anything but be cool with it." Natasha tilted her head, "Is that what they did to you?"

Wanda peaked out from underneath her arms, the confirmative nod sent Natasha's heart well beyond sinking. She��d never understand how people could willingly be so cruel.

"I'm here to listen, not judge." Her words softly echoed in Wanda's mind, and she watched Natasha carefully to see if she was lying. When she didn't make any remarks or snide comments, Wanda knew it was safe. Accent heavy, she began letting words slip from her mouth.

"I have really bad anxiety when it comes to talking, so I just don’t. Asl makes it easier to communicate, but growing up I was often teased for it. You’re really good at reading me without it, so I hid it from you. Guess their words still haunt me...” Wanda finished, giving Natasha a little more insight on her life.

Natasha moved closer to her girlfriend, bringing Wanda’s shaking body into her embrace. She then kissed the top of her forehead.

Wanda looked up to see Natasha thinking, her eyebrows scrunched together and she was chewing on her lip. She nudged her.

“I think it’s quite beautiful if you ask me.” Wanda cracked a smile and rest her head on Tasha’s shoulder. “Beauty comes from pain, I guess.”

But Natasha shook her head, “No, No, beauty is in the eye of the beholder.” Wanda nodded. She understood what Natasha was saying, she just didn’t believe it to be true when it came to herself. Nonetheless, she spoke the words, repeating the mantra so that maybe she could start to feel a belief in them.

“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.”

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I think Holst would do something if Hilda was killed. Whether that's rebel on his own or side with Almyra, I imagine he'd get involved somehow. I don't recall if Nader was killed in CF in that paralogue, but if not then I could imagine them working together.

Claude though I think there would come a point where he'd decide enough is enough if the military excursions got out of hand enough and/or Almyra was in danger in them. While I would think Claude would get a handle on the invasions/raids, I don't think it'd be perfect and some raids would still happen without his say so (especially because he probably won't be totally respected by his people for the usual reasons, but also because he'd essentially have come back after losing a war in Fodlan, thus not a war hero or anything they'd deem commendable).

I think when you give something to her, she says "Thank you. I'll use this as a foundation stone for my military rule." I'm assuming the localisation team tried to soften it, but yeah.

Do you mean when she likes something more than being neutral about it? The localization from her is literally just "Thank you for this", so they just completely removed any military mention whatsoever.

[...]meaning that Claude is soooo going to either stop the war and prevent Faerghus from being annexed by the Empire (lol) or share Faerghus' territory with the Empire (lol).

Yeahhhh see either way that means the war will continue. If he tries to prevent Faerghus from being annexed, she'll just consider him allied with the Kingdom and fight him. If he tries to share territory with the Empire, the Kingdom will just fight back. I also imagine anyone except Dimitri will be politically ignored by the Faerghus residents (i.e. no law from the other territories would reach Faerghus because they just wouldn't abide by it, still likely having everything run by Dimitri whether Edelgad and/or Claude liked it or not. If they tried to execute Dimitri because of it, well, we're back to war).

There's nothing to suggest Edel will remain in this state (or that she can be cured, granted lol).

Considering Lysithea can be cured in Houses of her shortened lifespan due to her two Crests, I imagine it's technically still possible to revert Edelgard. I guess at that point though the question is, is post AG Edelgard's memory the "true" memory for Edelgard herself? Like, is everything from the point of the magic used on her onward the Edelgard created by Thales? So like, that would mean she was essentially "reset" back to who she was before the magic, meaning if that's her true self, there wouldn't be a reason to revert her (if you consider that the Edelgard we know is Thales' creation in a sense).

Also, I think it would be mostly personally fueled of Dimitri to want to revert her at all because of his connection with her. I imagine that politically it would go poorly to consider bringing her back to that point in her life after everything she did. I think that many people would be against it in the event that she attempted to do it again.

I think it's possible the lobotomized part of her might be curable (because of, again, Lysithea, and technically also Hapi in some of her endings if not all), but if you consider that they can fix that aspect but not her memory, I would guess it's because the memory post AG Edelgard has is her "true" memory, so her life is kind of playing over again from the point she last left off before Thales' magic. Like, who she was/the point in her life before that.

Yeah, Rhea would also be right there for Claude to ask her questions, and like... she could answer and everything would be solved (i.e. all his misgivings).

His shrugging off the suffering and resentment of the people his country is invading by saying "It's all in their heads" was gross.

That is so absolutely disgusting and atrocious that I apparently completely wiped it from my memory, because I don't even recall him saying that. That's such a not Ferdinand thing to say, too (unless it was just in the JP version?).

I mean, AG (and GW) did Matthias a world of good considering I had the shittiest opinion of him from Houses lmao.

I didn't feel like Erwin was too particularly whitewashed so much as there are two sides to every story. Erwin could be telling Lorenz one thing and making him believe it (which was true of Lorenz in Houses pre-skip), thus from Lorenz's perspective xyz are the facts when we as players know they're not. That paralogue also didn't paint him in as good a light as I think people think it does.

I think showing us Erwin at all though and getting to see his side of things is why he's usually considered whitewashed. We only hear this and that about him in Houses we never get to hear his side of things. Erwin is definitely morally gray, but Houses painted him more of a blacker shade of gray.

He's no saint, but I like having both sides to a story so I can form my opinion without just hearsay, i.e. all the facts pointing to him being a bad person because other characters just said so. I'd prefer to be the judge of how I feel about him by seeing the man myself and how he acts, versus having unanswered questions from Houses.

The difference in how I felt about him versus Matthias is that we had more actual facts given to us, i.e. it wasn't "did Erwin do this" but it was "Matthias actually did this". Also, idk what it said in the JP version and I'm not planning on checking right at this moment, but Sylvain saying "what do you know, my father is pulling his weight" sounded to me like he usually doesn't and that Sylvain was surprised he was doing anything at all. Thankfully, Hopes rectified a lot of misgivings I had about him (like Claude could do with Rhea lel).

Walmart Voldemort... What an insult to Walmart that would be fhjksghjdg.

Yeah, I also recall Leif being offered as a hostage. Just, from what he was saying, it sounded like he had to have spent some time with both brothers too, because he sounded like he knew the whole family.

I'm having a really hard time fathoming how some people consider SB to be a righteous/heroic route or a route where we're the good guys. The route where:

You invade two independent nations under the pretence of "saving their citizens from oppression" (though I guess you can't be oppressed anymore if you're dead lol) even though Her Majestic Hypocrisy repeats a bunch of times that she's in for conquest and that she'd obliterate anyone who stands in her way.

The cast keeps victim-blaming the invaded parties for *checks note* defending their countries. 

The death toll is the highest. You have to kill Ingrid, Rodrigue, Gustave and Sylvain. And you can also kill Ashe, Mercedes (btw, if she dies, the cutscene where Dimitri and Dedue grieve changes slightly, which is nice), Annette, Shamir, Ignatz, Raphael and Marianne (how does Margrave Edmund feel about Claude's alliance with the empire knowing his daughter was killed by its army?). 

IIRC, this is the only route where you conscript merchants into the imperial army. No wonder the empire has the biggest army.

Based Rhea who, despite being hunted, still thinks about the safety of the continent first in the final chapter. It's hilarious how characters like Edespot or Clyde harp on about how Rhea is the big bad, and in the few scenes you have with her, she's just kind? Anyway. Rhea based.

In the C support conversation - which happens right after Felix got seriously injured and Sylvain got killed- there's this bit where Dimitri is like "I don't know if I can talk with like everything is normal, so many have died already" and Edespot's response is basically "yeah I don't see it that way. Let's agree to disagree". Also, I believe she wonders if she shouldn't just kill Clyde and Dimitri once they're out. Even though Clyde is her ally at the moment. You bet on the wrong lord, Clyde... 

I probably forgot a few stuff, but... oh well.

To be honest,

The only things I like about Supreme Bullshit are :

Its ending! Supreme Leader and Barney (well, at least they throw a sword?) being sitting ducks while Rhea steals the show, and sacrifices herself in an epic shonen scene to get rid of the real threat, aka showing that unlike someone, she knows how to prioritize, and it ends up in an explosion. It matches the ending of the F-Zero anime (at 0.48!), Rhea/Falcon rushes to deal a blow (a Falcon punch and a Seiros strike I guess?) to their mortal enemy, there is a giant explosion, and both Rhea/Falcon fade away in a blinding light. Too bad the Supreme Bullshit BGM is eons away from "Searching to the Truth" :(

The reveal that Rhea kept the keys to the sekrit passages in the Imperial Palace - or Rhea knows more about Enbarr and its castle than the current Emperor and her aides...

Doro's paralogue being incredibly tone deaf about, uh, soldiers being "too busy" by the Mittelfrank troupe, that they can't basically protect the dancers/performers from bandits, when the paralogue happens in an area that is expressedly supposed to be full of soldiers!

If starts align in a certain way, it's the only route in Nopes where Clout dies!

Leopold! He's like Victarion Greyjoy, only if he was taken seriously. But we, as players, know better! Also he's a living retcon, from having a major cichol crest to gift to his son because he fought well (and not to, say, Big B or even Ferdie) a sacred weapon despite the route being all about muhritocracy!

Supreme Leader plans and plays with the cards she has in her hand - from trying to get good PR to get rid of people (Varley sr) by pitting them against her next target (the CoS)!

An entire game full of new Supreme Replies (tm)!

For shippers around, it has a Cathmir scene where everyone knows Shamir will prioritize Catherine's life over her allegeance! too bad this is a Supreme Leader route, so no, Shamir won't fucking try to kill her for blackmailing her and can even kill Catherine herself later on....

That's not a lot lol, and most of it are breadcrumbs because for the proper plot...

Yeah, it kinds of sucks.

Supreme Bullshit is even more tone deaf with the War and its realities than Tru Piss (and that's a feat!), Ferdie being completely, uh, off the mark about everything (invading lands and rekting people, and then saying those people's fears are only in their heads! Pal, one of the first missions in the SB exclusive chapters is to rout refugees??? + the nonsense about the Kingdom having more crested generals, when data shows the Empire has more crested peeps than the Kingdom!), Caspar being turned in the worst version of himself who dgaf anymore about protecting "innocents" and "justice", and, uh, everything with Monica.

Victim blaming is the norm with Fodlan games, but yeah, it really feels odd that suddenly, in the Zahras chapters, Dimitri's all "okay" when his closest friends either died or were grievly injured and the game proceeds as it does when, come on, why wouldn't Dimitri kill her the second they're out of the Zahras verse??

I really disliked how Supreme Bullshit yeeted Ionius from Adrestia, or how it didn't explore in more depth the Insurrection of the Seven, especially since we side with Leopold'n'Waldemar against Ludwig, who used to be allies! Also, as far as I remember, no one mentions anything about Arundel, why he ran away to the Kingdom with a young Supreme Leader and how he changed when he returned, or something?

If Ludwig is pushed by Supreme Leader, reciting her Dad's words, as the one who led the insurrection and the experiments on her, why the fuck no one else mentions them, as Leopold and Waldemar were on Aegir's side back then? They don't even mention "Arundel" participating, like, Volkhard sides against Ionius and hides his niece, but 3 months later, he returns and offers her as a guinea pig?

As is the norm with the Supreme Leader routes, the "truth" isn't what we're looking for, because we know Supreme Leader pushes a narrative she will follow to reach her goals, but where Tru Piss gave hints here and there about her narrative being, uh, rubish, we have no clues here, and Leopold prefers to flash his loincloth than giving us anything meaningful about that incident.

When you compare them to Matthias and Rodrigue (and Gilbert?) who often mention Lambert "back in the days", it's more and more obvious that... we're not supposed to ask questions in Supreme Bullshit, and just go with the flow.

And it ends with a high five.

I'd say it deviates less from Tru Piss than Golden Shower does from Verdant Winds, but it's an "expected disappointment".

That's why my only higlights are not plot relevant (save for the Captain Falcon - Rhea parallel) - because we know the plot will never deliver something meaningful in a Supreme Leader route.

[airbenderedacted]

- Around 14-15, while running around, tormenting a bunch of people she had fallen into a pond. It took a while for her to resurface. Days afterwards she began having massive headaches so she got checked up

She got a brain parasite. Which is irremovable and will definitely cut her life short.

Wanna know how she reacted? She didn't care, she only saw this as a challenge to do as much destruction in the quickest time possible.

Obv this isn't some villain origin story, she's always been evil and loved hurting others, it's just kind of a thing her species does. It's natural for all of them to be god awful evil

Of course as years pass her memory only worsens, she begins to forget about it. She can't remember why she decided to dominate and destroy the galaxy of all things, but that doesn't mean she doesn't enjoy, she just can't remember why she chose to destroy the galaxy

Around the final episode she forgets about the galaxy entirely, only remembering that her ship is gone and that she pretty much has no home

Eh. It's whatever. Her kind didn't even live that long anyway

TL ; DR "you have a parasite that's shortened your life span-" "Aight bet"

- She's actually surprisingly good with children. Due to scaring kids (both purposefully and accidentally) she knows whaf to do and what not to do. So she wouldn't be too bad of a baby sitter.

She doesn't like tormenting children as much as she used to because "they're too easy to scare"

- The parasite has also weakened her immune sysrem which is why she caught Hay Fever so easily

She doesn't remember obv

- At first Dom hated Wander due to him being extremely sketchy and looking like a species from a planet that actually almost evaporated Dom. But she forgot, obv

- she's actually a very good artist, sometimes she'll draw her latest "adventures"

She keeps these drawings in a folder inside one of the bots

- it makes her happier to kill guilty and awful people because then she gets away with it more easily jic

- she's actually reptilian, her skin is sort lf rough with scales and hard to burn

But without heating, Dom can VERY easily catch frostbite

- she actually sometimes admires flowers and picks them before destroying a planet

Idk she just likes botany sometimes

It sort of reminded her about her homeland until.. she.. forgot

- she's an Ace Lesbian and genderfluid (any pronouns)

She has a gay aro gendervoid brother who is purple instead of green (any pronouns)

They used to joke that they swapped everything at birth

- Lord Dominator hardly misses her family. I think it's obv why lol

- As much as Dom would like a friend like she had in Girls Night Out, she knows it's probably for the best that she doesn't have one for several reasons

- she's extremely light weight. Probably only weighs about 20 pounds

- Dom is sexless! "What about her ch-" that's just part of her body shape. In fact most of her species is sexless

- she found out she was a lesbian simply by going "oh I don't like guys. So anyways-"

- Her favorite cartoons are Happy Tree Friends and Horrid Henry

(yes. The gruesome, blood filled torturous show and then some fuccin british show)

- Dom can eat volcanium X, but not too much or she'll get sick

- her ship actually used to belong to her dad, but it got severely wrecked. With the help of her brother though she managed to fix it up

That's all we remember for now

[thundermaximoff]

Deity | Loki x reader

Pairing: Loki x reader

Style: One-Shot

Word count: 3048

Warning: fluff

Summary: Y/N new between Avengers. But she's not so confident with her powers and their controlling. And now she needs to attend Tony's annual Gala.

Will anyone be able to help her with her confidence?

A/N: Holy molly...I did it! First of all, I'm not good in writing One-Shots. It always ends as multichapter. Second thing is that this is my first fiction in English after 6years. So I know it's actually crappy. But I needed to write something different, since I'm stuck with my other stories. And I want to thank @devilbat @that-writer-who-never-posts and @ladybugsfanfics for their amazing stories that inspired me to write this one.

Hope you'll like it.

"So...The Gala." Said Wanda, trying to sound like she wasn't interested at all.

"What with that?" Sam got caught by her little bait and shifted a bit on the sofa in the living quarters, so now he was half lying.

It was again that part of the year,when none other than Tony Stark forced everyone, to dress up and kiss some wealthy asses, to get money for the upcoming year. 

Or at least, that's what Natasha told Y/N when she asked why is there such a fuss around it. It was clear to her that no one actually wanted to go. Except Steve and Thor. Thor loved every party with alcohol. And Steve was just like labrador. He loved people and couldn't help himself.

Y/N put down the book she was barely reading, because of so many voices interrupting her peace. She was sitting on the floor with back resting against the sofa. 

"Alright guys, it's not going to be that bad." 

Y/N turned her head after the voice, raising eyebrows on Clint. 

"I don't have dress." Mumbled Wanda to herself, because no one didn't paid attention to her anymore. 

As they were loudly arguing one over the other Y/N sighed to herself. It wasn't about that nobody noticed her presence in the room so far, but because being around big crowd of people just wasn't her thing.

Even just thinking about, what can go wrong there, made her nauseous. Y/N looked at her hands and bit her lower lip to gain back at least a drop of her control.

"I can't go there." Y/N muttered, hoping that no one could actually hear her.

"Sorry for ruining, whatever your plans are Draga, but everyone needs to attend." Said lazily voice behind her back. As Y/N turned her head, clearly startled by whoever noticed her, she met with half asleep Bucky. "That's the rule."

He didn't even look at her. Just comfortably folded his arms on his chest. But thanks to this old soldier,  everyone was now looking at her.

"Is there any possible way to get out of it?" Y/N looked desperately around, searching for anyone to save her.

"What's the problem?" That spider-boy, who she couldn't even remember the name,sat beside her.

"Peter…" 

Natasha walked into the room. And Y/N was glad she did, because thanks to it, she was able to address this poor boy by his name again.

"What?" He asked Natasha with puppy-like face.

"You're not going." She said firmly with serious, or rather more murderous look.

"WHY  I CAN'T  GO?" Peter immediately threw a tantrum. Huffing like a little boy he was.

"Tony banned you. You know, what happened last time." When Natasha said that, that boy's face turned its colour to crimson red.

Y/N could only presume, what happened, since she wasn't part of the squad back then. And that was the thing Y/N feared the most. Her powers were unstable, when she got nervous. And she got nervous easily. The last thing she wanted was to make a scene or turn the room upside down. 

Which could happen even now. She loved all the Avengers. They were her only family. But they were too much to handle, when they were all in one room. Sometimes Thor was enough to get on her power control.

"Are you worried about your powers?" Asked Clint as if he was able to read her mind.

"Nothing's gonna happen." Pietro swifted behind Wanda, leaning to kiss her forehead as she was sitting in the armchair comfortably. 

Y/N was envious of their relationship, even though they were just siblings. She didn't want to admit it out loud, but she was jealous. 

"How do you know that?" Y/N asked, her lower lip now shivering slightly.

"Because we all will be there to get embarrassed instead." Said Bucky, finally giving up on sleeping. He sat up and smiled with still sleepy eyes at Y/N.

Y/N felt a bit reassured by his words. But still felt uneasy about the upcoming event, she couldn't run from.

"But can you imagine, Y/N tripping while walking down the stairs, starting to panic in the middle of the fall, only to teleport onto someone's lap?" Sam wasn't even able to say that without laughing like a mad man, rolling from the sofa, falling on the ground.

Y/N cheeks started to heat up as she imagined it vividly. 

"Or that Y/N get so scared that she turns to liquid in front of the prime minister." Ads Wanda and high-fives with Sam.

Few other laughs, but it doesn't seem so funny to others. And especially to Y/N. 

In the middle of those two laughing and Y/N feeling embarrassed like never before, Bucky stood up and looked at everyone. 

"Not so funny to me." He silenced them both by that single sentence. "And now, if you excuse me. I need to prepare my formal arm."

Everyone burst out laughing. Every one except Y/N. As she more and more succumb into her own fear, she's not able to stay in the room. Without any other word Y/N vanished, scaring the hell out of Peter.

Y/N was pacing in her room. Opposing emotions fighting inside her. She once again glanced at dress sprawled on her bed.

I heard what happened. And I know you feel insecure about your powers. I'm not going to persuade you to come, but if you decide to come, I'll be glad.

Y/N sighed and buried face in her hands. Everyone tried to calm her anxiety. Bruce tried to find way to calm her. But all the science was useless. Sam and Wanda even apologised for their childish behaviour. But none of that helped to decide.

It was that note, stucked to those beautiful dress in front of her, which made her think about going.

There was no name on the note. Y/N had no idea who sent those, but they were exquisite. Part of her didn't want them to come in vain. Even if that meant, she'll get embarrassed in them.

Hour and half later, and already being late, Y/N stopped in front of the elevator doors. She didn't feel like herself. It was easier for her to run in shirt and pants around the compounds than in dresses. Her uniform was better than this. Mostly, because she already got used to it. Partly.

Another sigh escaped Y/N lips as she absentmindedly looked at doors.

I can't do it

Yes I can

No I can't 

I can

Y/N's hands shaking as she finally pressed the button on the side of the elevator. She wanted to do this for herself. To stop being such a coward. Like when Avengers found her. When they saved her.

She was scared a lot more back then. For a few weeks she was able to talk just to Steve and Tony. Y/N forced herself into it. Just like she was forcing herself now.

Part of her wanted to find out, who is the person, which sent her the dress. But she already had idea who it might've been. That note was diligently and beautifully written. That left just a few options to choose between. 

Y/N got out of the elevator and walked down the hall. Each step accompanied with loud thud of her heart. She at least tried to find a piece of confidence in it.

Cabaret music was faintly playing as a background to loud voices of the people in the room. It was the largest one in whole compounds and yet it was overflowing with people.

Y/N halted in front of the railing and looked around, feeling a bit nauseous. She spotted a few of her friends laughing loudly. Some were in the middle of passionate discussions. And Thor was occupying the bar, as always.

Close to him was standing person Y/N saw only occasionally around. Mostly on missions or in the library. It was none other than Thor's brother, Loki. 

His raven hair tidily combed to the back, curling behind his ears and around his neck like snakes. His Asgardian clothes were a little bit off today, but he looked good despite that. He was standing out. It wasn't even his classic one. The black, green with hints of gold. This one was mostly blue with yellow and black. It perfectly underlined his icy blue eyes.

As if he knew, someone was looking at him, Loki raised his gaze, meeting with Y/N's eyes. He couldn't believe his eyes. On the top of the stairs stood completely different person than he knew. She was always like gray mouse. But in the blue sleeveless dress with, yet to discover, bare back and veil, she looked like a goddess. Like she wasn't earthling at all.

He couldn't take his eyes off her. Nor he was able to speak.

Y/N immediately looked away and slowly walked down the stairs. Holding onto the railing the whole time, as she clearly remembered what Sam said before.

"Oh my God Y/N. You look stunning. Where did you got those dress?" Wanda squeezed both her hands, thoroughly examining the gown.

"Someone sent them to me." Y/N answered shyly as she tucked loosen strand of her hair behind her ear. 

"Gave you that needed confidence to come, huh?" Appeared Pietro out of nowhere.

But that didn't scared Y/N at all. She was a master of appearing from nowhere.

"Or...she want to know, who sent her these." Wanda smiled at her devilishly, which made Y/N blush through thin layer of makeup she had on.

"Let her be, you sharks." 

Y/N heard Thor's loud voice as well as Maximoff twins. Her face immediately lightened up as she turned at the God of thunder. 

"Thor! I'm so glad to see you." Y/N shortened the space between them and hugged him, which the God returned gracefully. 

"I'm glad to see you as well lady Y/N. " Thor bowed when he let her go.

He clearly had something greater than earthling's beer. But there was something else that made Y/N stop in her tracks.

"Can...can I ask you something?" Y/N bit inside of her cheek to calm herself and actually wait till God's answer, to ask. 

"What can I help you with?" Large smile was plastered on his face, even though his eyes were a little hazy from the alcohol. 

"Did you, by any chance, sent me these?" Y/N asked as she pointed on her dress, too eager to know the answer.

Thor furrowed his eyebrows,  as if he was thinking hard.

"I'm not aware of that." 

Y/N's face dropped a bit. She thanked him and took a stroll around the room. Trying to talk to people. 

It was harder than she thought. But of course she tried, holding her head high and smiling ever so slightly,  so that nobody would tell she felt insecure. 

"Ahh, Y/N. Come here. I would like to introduce you to someone." Tony spotted her in the crowd, even though she thought it was impossible. 

He had one of his expensive suits with crimson handkerchief in flap pocket. With load of jovial manners he held his whiskey glass in one hand, motioned at Y/N to come closer with the other.

Y/N nodded slightly, wanting to please the organizer. Till now she thought  that everything went well. 

And as Y/N walked towards Tony and his company, someone bumped into her rather roughly. 

And that was the moment, everything started to fall apart.

Y/N's heart skipped a beat as she stumbled, trying to find anything to catch herself onto. Only to overthrow waitresses tray as her arm turned into liquid. She accidentally ignited alcohol beneath her feet, falling to the ground. Y/N closed her eyes firmly. Feeling the heat of embarrassment running up her cheeks.

But when she opens them again, she's nowhere near the spot she was just a few seconds ago.

Instead she was face to face with wide chest covered in blue leather. Y/N knew exactly who's chest it was. But at the same time she was scared even to look up. 

"Trying to lit up the party?" Loki chuckled as he looked down at Y/N. 

Once again he saw the same person in her. And he thought  it was somehow cute. 

Y/N started trembling, embarrassment taking over once again. 

"That...really was not my intention." Even her voice was trembling.

She made one step back, to get away from that intoxicating scent of his, only to be pulled back by his hand. Her eyes widened.

Loki's hand was cold, casually resting on Y/N's bare back.

"Careful. If you don't want to repeat the whole scene." The God of mischief whispered with his deep voice into her ear, sending shivers down her spine.

Breath hitched in her throat, pushing Loki away. Y/N shot him a deadly glare.

"Now, if you excuse me, I really need some air." Y/N said almost growling at him, before she disappeared once again, as she didn't wanted nothing more than to run away.

As Y/N teleported on the balcony, the furthest point she could go beside missions, bit cold air fan over her figure. Warming herself by softly stroking her arms, she walked towards railing.

She looked at the buzzing city in front of her.

All those lights and sounds made Y/N feel lonely. She wanted to be like others. Not minding what everyone thought about her.

"Can I join you?" Loki's voice cut through the seemingly pleasant atmosphere. 

Y/N turned to him, annoyance glistening in her eyes.

"What do you think?" She spat at him.

But that remark just made Loki chuckle as he walked over to her.

"What do you want?" Y/N said, clearly not happy that Loki wasn't understanding her even a bit. Or maybe he did it on purpose, to ruin this evening even more.

"It's such a beautiful night, isn't it?" Loki leaned his body to the railing, observing Y/N's every move. Even the tiniest one.

He was fascinated by her brusque tongue and how she could change her behaviour in seconds.

"What do you want, Loki?" Y/N asked again, folding her arms on chest, feeling pissed with each second. 

She just wanted to be alone. But now she was forced to stand in front of the person, who made her heart beat like crazy.

Y/N knew very well, it was a bad idea to like the God of mischief, but she couldn't help herself. She fell for his every inch the moment she first saw him. Even though he didn't spare her glance back then. There was something that pulled her to him. Like a magnet. Or maybe more like a drug.

Shivers ran through her whole body, overshadowing the feeling of coldness.  Which Loki immediately noticed, taking off his cloak, putting it around her shoulders.

"I just wanted to admire dress I sent you." Loki's eyes sparkled softly, turning Y/N speechless. 

She didn't dare to dream that it could've been him, sending her those. And actually, she forgot about that little mission of hers, after she got so badly embarrassed. 

Y/N wanted to ask him so many questions in that moment, wanting to turn down his smug smile. But first of all, she poked Loki's chest, to be sure he's real and not just her imagination. Even though that cloak seemed pretty much real to her, warming her body.

When the tip of her finger actually touched the leather surface, she looked at him shocked. As if she just realized everything was true. 

Loki was calmly standing there, looking at her with clear interest. Y/N was different from others, in his eyes. 

"I suppose you like them." Loki chuckled, catching Y/N's hand, before she could take it back.

"W...why?" Y/N whispered, looking down at her hand in his.

It didn't make sense.

Nothing did anymore.

"You needed confidence and I wanted to see you in dress. It's a win win." 

Y/N narrowed her eyebrows in disbelief.  It seemed as one crappy reason to her.

"Look. I know that you still feel more useless than the benefit. "He squeezed her hand, sending yet another wave of shivers through her body. 

"But I saw, what you can do. On the missions, you're practically different person. So radiantly confident." Loki took a step forward, slowly closing the distance between them.

Y/N wanted to run away yet again. But this time from completely different reason. This was something that she didn't count between her options.

She was just looking at that Mischievous God, thinking that it must be one of his pranks.

"Do you want to know, what I saw when you were standing on the top of the stairs?" Loki made another step forward, causing their bodies to touch on all those right places.

Y/N's breath hitched in her throat, all her thoughts and rational reasons vanishing. Like if she was drunk or drugged. 

And she really was. Intoxicated by his scent, voice, heat of his body and even those damn eyes. But Y/N nodded almost desperately, eager to hear his voice again.

"Confident dazzling Goddess." 

Moans were bubbling in Y/N's throat, as Loki hit all those right strings, making her weak in the knees. But Loki leaned even closer and whispered to her ear.

"I saw Deity." 

Embarrassment and fear was no longer in Y/N's body system. As if Loki casted a spell over her. She turned her head a little, just to be able to look at him.

"You liked that?" Y/N asked, biting her lower lip.

"Damn, I love it." He licked his lips before attacking hers.

--

"What do you think?" Thor asked happily, pointing at the balcony.

"That we have two problems now." Sighed Steve, massaging bridge of his nose.

"It was your idea" Gasped Bucky and Peter in disbelief. 

"Peter?" Everyone turned to the youngest.

"What?"

[punkscowardschampions]

Zelda & Zach

ihatemyguts: [Ready for a flimsy excuse to talk lmao] ihatemyguts: Question, would Lauren actually be 👍 or 👎 if I turn up to her stream? ihatemyguts: Couldn't tell inandout: ecstatic inandout: her 👚👕👖🧦 could come off inandout: it's hard to tell if she's joking ihatemyguts: I will 🏃 to 🧼 my 👀 ihatemyguts: and time my tip really well before that potential eventuality inandout: smart move inandout: people pleasing ihatemyguts: She was nice, funny ihatemyguts: no 💩 nosing but yeah, I'm not in a position to be picky inandout: she's good at the "older sister away at uni partying but still there for you" role ihatemyguts: do you have a real one? inandout: I've got a brother, he's older than her and less of a party animal ihatemyguts: Mine too ihatemyguts: he's not as old as her but first date @ 18 isn't far off the vibe inandout: Robbie would call that hella awkward inandout: but I don't think mine has had one yet at 21 inandout: unless it's with a 🤖 he created ihatemyguts: that would be as impressive as it is 😢 inandout: he only likes to flex academically impressive muscles inandout: and believes no girls are interested in that inandout: despite being at uni ihatemyguts: 💔 ihatemyguts: Bless inandout: Lauren would knock his head together with every dream girl of his he's surrounded by until it fell off inandout: I'm a pacifist though ihatemyguts: Brothers are stupid ihatemyguts: his 💭👸 might be the stereotype of a cheerleader that doesn't even exist ihatemyguts: just ⏳⌛️ inandout: wouldn't leave me shooketh to find out you're onto something inandout: he does watch Love Island ihatemyguts: 🧠 representation, man ihatemyguts: you do not always get the girl at the end and if you do, you'll have so little in common you should just put her back inandout: I had a mental image of him just forcing a girl back up onto these high shelves we have in our kitchen inandout: not today, honey ihatemyguts: 😂 ihatemyguts: if only people were shelvable ihatemyguts: keep 'em in storage 'til you're feeling 💯 inandout: + if I'm heroically expected to get her down, the stumbling block is that the 🍪🍬🍭 are kept up there ihatemyguts: she'll have to eat it all to save you right back inandout: a love story inandout: we need to pitch it to Netflix ihatemyguts: I have done so much research for this ihatemyguts: Robyn can write it ihatemyguts: Rich can DEMAND actually disabled actors, and Rosie can ask nicely inandout: you have to be the lead, then the viewers will be on edge of their seats when you eat the 🍪🍬🍭 ihatemyguts: Lauren might 👊 me for it inandout: the spotlight would give her a seizure ihatemyguts: Awh ihatemyguts: lucky teen dramas are so moodily lit ihatemyguts: think twilight not spring breakers inandout: so dark that everyone has to squint and give themselves a headache inandout: dizzying camera angles inandout: getting our own back one symptom at a time ihatemyguts: may have to 🔪🔪 someone to make 'em shit their pants ihatemyguts: but you can nominate your brother, that's cool inandout: let him come back as a 🤖 at the end ihatemyguts: how's his Arnie? inandout: hmmm inandout: borderline racist? inandout: but we're Jewish and he's Austrian, I don't think he'll come for us ihatemyguts: not gonna go zombie for that ihatemyguts: definitely free pass for life on all the racial jokes @ their expense inandout: the shortened life span will help make up for it too ihatemyguts: no 🤖 ending? ihatemyguts: 👎 inandout: abrupt fade to black inandout: hopefully ihatemyguts: Iconic ihatemyguts: see your vision inandout: much as lingering death rattle would be an epic punk band or album name ihatemyguts: 🤔 ihatemyguts: you're a frontman, right? inandout: self nominated ihatemyguts: I see it inandout: you're drums ihatemyguts: only if I get to be on a dramatic raised platform above you all at the back inandout: if you swear not to 🚿 us with 💩 ihatemyguts: it would bring the horror ihatemyguts: very Carrie ihatemyguts: but 🤞 inandout: very Slipknot ihatemyguts: I'm down for a mask situation inandout: I'm not 🥵 ihatemyguts: Valid ihatemyguts: but you're cute, people will wanna see you inandout: cute is 🐕🐩🐈 or 🐖🐑🐐🐄 inandout: we can't start an animal band unless you can talk to them and ask if they really want inandout: ...some kind of rockstar life ihatemyguts: True, Ozzy was NOT asking those 🦇 if they were about the fame inandout: and they became another casualty of inandout: sickening ihatemyguts: is that the deal ihatemyguts: my bowel has decided not to work so I get to speak to animals? ihatemyguts: 🤙 inandout: that's a 10 episode series pitch ihatemyguts: god knows there has to be a redeeming feature of a sick kid ihatemyguts: can't be an arsehole who's suffering, not relatable and not enjoyable -10/10 inandout: you can only be an arsehole if yours works inandout: hooray for me ihatemyguts: lucky ihatemyguts: don't wanna flex on you by sparking up, really inandout: can you drink? It's a no for me ihatemyguts: it's iffy ihatemyguts: like it's not great ihatemyguts: but if I don't get big sister at Uni levels, technically inandout: technically same, but who wouldn't wanna get to that level inandout: who's doing it for the taste? ihatemyguts: I personally LOVE the taste of rotting fruit inandout: I have no sense of smell and barely any of taste and even I know wine and beer are both bad inandout: maybe the first sip of spirits will change my life ihatemyguts: that's a dangerous game ihatemyguts: it's already supposedly scentless a lot of the time ihatemyguts: you'd get wasted real fast inandout: not a date then ihatemyguts: not for long ihatemyguts: 🏥 is a fave haunt obviously but not ideal, even for a 2nd date inandout: 3rd? ihatemyguts: s'one way to end up in bed ihatemyguts: sure inandout: kids at my school do keep asking me if I've ever hooked up in hospital inandout: that being my number 1 priority each time ihatemyguts: 🙄 ihatemyguts: like it's some cringy show mums would watch ihatemyguts: with the staff or with all the random hottie in their prime that are just roaming the corridors, yeah, alright inandout: + 🏥 = PICC  in case there weren't a high enough risk of getting caught or mild peril ihatemyguts: the thrill of it all ihatemyguts: worth being sick for all the steamy romance, honestly inandout: don't forget the nurses inandout: another fave topic of everyone in class ihatemyguts: yeah, the stress eating and shift work makes 'em 🔥🔥🔥 inandout: no 💐 allowed to keep the atmosphere romantic either ihatemyguts: 💔💔💔 ihatemyguts: sure your class is not concerned about the vibe inandout: well read inandout: they just wanna touch a boob inandout: which is a good song title ihatemyguts: with potential to make a b-side literally about 🍑 ihatemyguts: high🖐 inandout: hi-hat, drummer girl ihatemyguts: badumtss inandout: 🎤 drop ihatemyguts: 🙇👏 inandout: Lauren swears she'll keep her clothes on to play Breath of the Wild ihatemyguts: I'm honoured ihatemyguts: and not at all disappointed ihatemyguts: 😉 inandout: her wardrobe of onesies are incredible inandout: they'll cheer you back up inandout: 👽🤖🐛🐲🦕🦑 + more animals than you'd have time to chinwag with ihatemyguts: obviously, I need to see this to believe 🖖 inandout: like a 🦄 she has one of those too ihatemyguts: thanks for the inside scoop ihatemyguts: can pretend I'm fully psychic now ihatemyguts: get all those oddly specific requests out inandout: that'll spook her inandout: I'm for it ihatemyguts: 🔮🗣🐒 ihatemyguts: not trying too hard to compensate, AT ALL inandout: I hadn't seen the others before today inandout: that was cool ihatemyguts: For real? ihatemyguts: It seems like you all hang like all the time, from the outside creepin' in inandout: you heard the commander, we're not supposed to post pics or personal stuff ihatemyguts: still a weird rule ihatemyguts: like, I get it, online predators, poor defenseless baby disableds, not ideal ihatemyguts: if it was an IRL group, we wouldn't be going by quippy puns on our name badges inandout: [gives her his socials and Lauren is of course in his friends so she can add her too] inandout: I was gonna suggest a meet up but didn't wanna get shot down inandout: the point is, some of us can't get out and about inandout: hasn't passed me by ihatemyguts: that's true ihatemyguts: there has to be a way we can include everybody though, everybody that would possibly want to ihatemyguts: Christ, if we as a group can't think of accessibility solutions ihatemyguts: but my point is, drop you a 💬 if I have any 💡 inandout: @ Rich inandout: he'd figure it out ihatemyguts: right? ihatemyguts: not that I'm desperate for company but frankly ihatemyguts: no, it could be cool inandout: and she won't say, despite what I said about trading on her fame, but Lauren's anniversary is coming up inandout: she'll want company for that ihatemyguts: I don't know if I should know, and I know I'm not gonna ask her ihatemyguts: but it can't be a fun anniversary, anything we could do to make it less of a shit time ihatemyguts: why not inandout: you're in inandout: cool ihatemyguts: 👍 ihatemyguts: the social engagements I won't need to turn down for this ihatemyguts: busy 🐝 I ain't inandout: I wanna ask if you had loads of friends before inandout: it seems like you would ihatemyguts: Kinda ihatemyguts: and not everyone turned into total cunts either, not trying to be that tragic heroine ihatemyguts: awkward adjustment, mainly for me, I know but ihatemyguts: wish I had a cool illness, you know ihatemyguts: can't make 💩 work for me inandout: what's a cool one? ihatemyguts: there's no cool one to have, I know that, like, intelligently, I get it ihatemyguts: but at least if you've got a decent story or you aren't essentially shitting yourself to death as your quirky symptom, people are more into it ihatemyguts: it's stupid but inandout: something that makes you faint dramatically inandout: that'd be netflix worthy inandout: the harder the name is to pronounce, the better ihatemyguts: exactly, providing I do it gracefully and look pretty whilst doing it ihatemyguts: 'cos what's the point in this pain if I can't peddle it to the masses inandout: you could look pretty doing it ihatemyguts: oh yeah ihatemyguts: the glamour would be unreal 😂 inandout: 🍃 ihatemyguts: 📽 ihatemyguts: cinematic inandout: American Beauty and you're the plastic bag ihatemyguts: that's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me ihatemyguts: okay, Katy Perry inandout: leave Robbie to do the 🐯 roar ihatemyguts: she's cute ihatemyguts: no offense to you but inandout: how many dates are you two going on? ihatemyguts: do her parents let her out of her house, legit ihatemyguts: 'cos that will change the answer a lot inandout: only for 🏥 inandout: but she'll wanna come to the meet up ihatemyguts: then, we'll have to go on loads of dates ihatemyguts: so I can convince them I'm very respectable and not at all contagious inandout: I know JRA sucks but they'd put her in a bubble if they could ihatemyguts: I get it but also ihatemyguts: stop ihatemyguts: actual case of how it's being dealt with making it worse, when I was in hospital, the first time ihatemyguts: there was this tiny kid, and his ma was like...just insane, which is understandable but, it weren't helping her or him inandout: she could outgrow it when she's 16, that'll shake them up ihatemyguts: serious? ihatemyguts: damn inandout: it happens inandout: that's the J inandout: for being a kid ihatemyguts: I had no idea ihatemyguts: like you stop growing and it stops fucking with you, basically? ihatemyguts: that's cool ihatemyguts: if it happens ihatemyguts: worst fucking false hope if it doesn't inandout: yep inandout: sweet or bittersweet 16 ihatemyguts: like 5 months, she said? inandout: I'm gonna go to the party inandout: you should come ihatemyguts: Yeah? ihatemyguts: you think she meant it ihatemyguts: you can tell me if it was just politeness 'cos she is inandout: loneliness inandout: but she likes us too ihatemyguts: how long have you been in the group? inandout: they gave me the info when I was 12 inandout: I didn't wanna use it then though inandout: last summer I decided to ihatemyguts: I feel you ihatemyguts: like, what should we have in common ihatemyguts: but that's actually like any friendship, you got sat next to them one day in class or they shared with you at break ihatemyguts: I was just being a dick about it inandout: there are those inandout: like fibro inandout: but the core group are cool ihatemyguts: Everyone was decent ihatemyguts: if you're a dick you just are, regardless of our shared experiences ihatemyguts: but that is more than I've got with some of my old friends, that's just facts, whether you wanna accept it or nah, you know inandout: yep, me and my 🤖 brother have nothing shared inandout: his DNA is fine ihatemyguts: how was that ihatemyguts: like, was he mad guilty and did you wanna stomp on his lungs a 🤏 bit inandout: some days inandout: but Lauren says I'm better looking than him so what else matters ihatemyguts: 😂 inandout: how's your brother doing with your 💩 life? ihatemyguts: He doesn't say a whole lot ihatemyguts: that was a thing pre 💩 life too so ihatemyguts: guess he gets to keep being mysterious and my illness feels the least invisible when I'm the only kid let out to the 🚽 multiple times a lesson ihatemyguts: 🤷 inandout: you could suggest home school inandout: Robbie's an expert, she'd do you a pro slideshow ihatemyguts: I already miss people inandout: okay, okay, we'll bring the first date forward inandout: I'll escort you to the party ihatemyguts: what's the dresscode? this is vital and I know she's already said inandout: 👑💎 ihatemyguts: Oh good, you'll look extra adorable ihatemyguts: it'll be the usual trial picking which tiara to wear but think I'll survive inandout: Maybe you can take her shopping for your first date ihatemyguts: 💡 idea I'll have to claim as my own inandout: 🙇 ihatemyguts: do any of you go to the same schools ihatemyguts: or are you meant to not know that, either inandout: I don't know where either R goes inandout: and I'd remember Lauren or Rich if they'd been at my school, I think ihatemyguts: I reckon ihatemyguts: shame ihatemyguts: not that I reckoned there'd be an underground network of secret disabled kids at mine but oh well inandout: there could be inandout: you didn't need to find out before ihatemyguts: True ihatemyguts: ⭐ not being the one though ihatemyguts: have to do some more subtle digging inandout: my school has some invisible and visibles besides me ihatemyguts: statistically, there's no chance I'm the only one inandout: most of the ones in our camp have mental health stuff though inandout: or dyslexia, ADHD etc ihatemyguts: hadn't even considered those kinds ihatemyguts: got a lot of studying to do ihatemyguts: that's how it feels ihatemyguts: I barely get what I've got, never mind the endless possibilities of how a human can be slightly fucked inandout: they tend to have their own forums anyway inandout: not that Rosie wouldn't welcome them with a sleepy hug ihatemyguts: ☺️ inandout: it's less 🏥💉🩸 I guess? inandout: sort of 💊 and 🗪 ihatemyguts: Definite crossovers but not fully the same deal ihatemyguts: I see my pharmacist so often we're on date ... ihatemyguts: dread to think inandout: people don't wanna feel like others don't understand them somewhere where they're going for solidarity inandout: or that they can't get a sentence in over all the rest that are being typed ihatemyguts: it is pretty nervewracking ihatemyguts: even if yours is decent inandout: I used to be a big lurker inandout: some days I still am inandout: Lauren will always fill up the gaps ihatemyguts: you need all types, I reckon inandout: same ihatemyguts: like families ihatemyguts: even the creepy uncle inandout: if I don't have one does that mean I'm destined to become him? ihatemyguts: only if your brother finds a cheerleader ihatemyguts: you're probably alright inandout: he could adopt Robbie and let her live cage free ihatemyguts: that was a bit creepy ihatemyguts: oh my god, it's started ihatemyguts: 👹 inandout: damn inandout: much to think about inandout: a life to reassess ihatemyguts: if you're actually going ihatemyguts: thanks ihatemyguts: for being cool inandout: you were cool first inandout: I didn't lead a revolution ihatemyguts: you had to be cool enough not to shoot it down inandout: I'm so cool I've fallen at the creepy uncle fashion hurdle inandout: can't get a 🧢 on without a haircut inandout: it's all about the 🧦 now ihatemyguts: you know how to paint a picture ihatemyguts: even though I can now stalk your socials in my own time inandout: easier to explain you than Lauren inandout: my friends at school were shook by her ihatemyguts: I can imagine ihatemyguts: she'd be happy with that though 😏 inandout: she was inandout: [posts a selfie with his best attempt at a creepy uncle aesthetic because I doubt I'm finding a gem like that from Finn] ihatemyguts: oh my god ihatemyguts: 👏 ihatemyguts: that would be fully #triggering, top marks inandout: ♟ your move inandout: wine mum or vodka aunt ihatemyguts: Oh, I have perfect wine mum clothes ihatemyguts: had very bad taste a few years back and the 👻 are hanging about ihatemyguts: hold on inandout: I can't make the baited breath comment twice in a day, that's too much inandout: and I know I did in group ihatemyguts: 💔 I'm not special enough inandout: come back tomorrow for new puns ihatemyguts: [selfie in Amma's weird little girl/suburban mom clothing 'cos was not a mood] ihatemyguts: are you sure? 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CarmenRider, Lolicon, And Pedophilia (Oh My)

Well, the drama between CarmenRider and SeptyPaws is basically over at this point. Septy released a three and a half hour video on the situation--specifically going after Carmen's commentary on the video they did with Neko Koda--and I even have my own segment in it.

Septy wants the situation to be done, and I have no plans to keep it going. However, I also have some iron I want to strike while it's still hot. To be blunt, I was not a fan of CarmenRider to begin with, but after all of has been unfolded I think it's fair to say that Carmen is one of the worst people I've ever had the displeasure of dealing with. For that matter, the fact that she basically tried to frame much of her distaste of Koda and Septy as defending me is a special kind of disgusting that I am not going to forgive any time soon.

Say hello to your new recurring customer on this blog, folks--right next to Lily Orchard and some others I sadly have not had the ability to introduce to you.

For those who don't know, I also have a political blog on the website Medium. I mention this because back in January I wrote an article on the controversy around lolicon, and CamenRider was mentioned quite heavily.

In the article, I make the simple point that no other form of pornography is treated the same way Carmen treats lolicon. For example, 120 Days of Sodom is still considered sadistic pornography even though it's a novel--meaning no actual people were harmed in its writing.

I mention this because on 9/21/2022, CarmenRider had a recorded Discord call with Kumo on this very subject, where she kept denying that lolicon is child pornography.

Most of her claims are utter nonsense. At one point she says without any evidence that age of consent was created to punish prostitutes (one would think laws against prostitution already served that purpose) before saying she just read it on Quora. She also constantly goes back and fourth between arguing if lolicon is child pornography, if lolicon is illegal, and if lolicon is immoral. At one point, she'll say that there's nothing pedophilic about lolicon--before saying that actual pedophiles can use lolicon as a harmless outlet for their sexual desires. In order for it to be an outlet for pedophilic urges, something about it would need to attract pedophiles.

If you want to know more about the lolicon debate, Asalieri made a video a couple of months ago going into the topic and debunking the four most common arguments made in favor of it.

Asa mentions that the term "lolicon" comes from a shortening of the phrase "Lolita complex," but he doesn't go into detail about what that means. For those unaware, Lolita is a 1955 novel that shows a pedophilic relationship between Humbert Humbert and his kidnapped stepdaughter Dolores Haze. The term "Lolita" is so well known as a reference to sexual attraction towards young girls that Jeffery Epstein famously called his airplane "The Lolita Express." It should also be noted that the author of Lolita--Vladimir Nabokov-- based many of the examples of sexual abuse off of his own life.

It should also be noted that the novel never actually tries to show pedophilia in a positive light. Humbert is constantly viewed as nothing less than an amoral psychopath who no human being should have any sympathy for.

Carmen has a series of poor hypotheticals dedicated not so much to proving her point but really just to create as many artificial gray areas as humanly possible, here's me debunking one of them.

Even the premise of her attempting to find a grey area is nothing but a strawman. Nobody is claiming that a person in their twenties who is attracted to a seventeen year old is a pedophile--although some might call them a creep or a pervert. Pedophilia is basically a fetish for children who have not yet gone through puberty. It is a combination of the term "pedo" which means pre-pubescent (as seen in words like "pediatrician) and "philia" which basically means an abnormal fetish (as seen in words like "necrophilia").

Many of these same fallacies can be found in her conversation with Mushroom Girl--you know, the one that ended in her saying this.

However, even checking the rest of the conversation shows Carmen made a number of utterly nonsensical arguments. For example, at one point she says that people who use lolicon as a harmless way to express their pedophilic attractions aren't pedophiles.

Personally, I don't consider these people pedophiles but rather people who realize they have a disorder and want to fix/mend that so they can function as normal humans.

Okay, and what's that disorder called exactly? If they aren't pedophiles, then why are they engaging in something in order to cope with pedophilic attractions? This is nothing more than obvious doublethink on the part of Carmen, and I'm not going to pretend otherwise.

[spite-and-waffles]

I know Damian isn't 11 anymore. That's why I said "DC can do whatever they want". And no, Tim and the others have not been aged up in step with him afaik, hence the "Tim is always 17" memes. Also Dick is still like 21 because they want to keep Bruce as close to 30 as possible. Babs has been so aged down and physically shortened to the point that she'll soon end up younger than Jason and shorter than Tim.

This shitfuckery is why DCU ended with the reboot as far I'm concerned, at the end of which their ages were:

Damian - 12 (Damian was 10 when he was introduced in Resurrection of Ra's Al Ghul)

Tim - 18 (Tim is said to be 17 in Red Robin)

Steph - 19 (She was always slightly older than Tim and was in college as Batgirl.)

Jason - 20 (Bruce takes Cass to Jason's grave on his 18th birthday right before War Games. Under the Hood happened right afterwards)

Cass - 20 (Cass was 17 when Babs found her. Fandom generally places her age around 8 months ahead of Jason, I can't remember why.)

Dick - 25 (I'm fairly sure Dick was almost 18 when he was fired as Robin and Jason was not yet 13 when he was introduced)

Babs - 30-32 (Fuck Batgirl Year One and all the retcons they made in the early '00s because they couldn't handle Dick dating an older woman. Babs had a PhD in library science and was working as the head of Gotham library when she was shot. In the first issues of BoP, it was understood that she was closer to Dinah's age. Dinah is literally Roy's stepmother, even though she's a lot younger than Ollie. So yeah, five years older than Dick at the absolute minimum.)

Bruce - 40 (Dick was retconned in Lonely Place of Dying to be 12 years old when Tim first met him the night his parents died. His origin story happens in Batman Year Three. Bruce is 25 in Batman Year One.

Of course, timeline-wise, none of these people's ages make a single lick of sense. So after OYL, back in 2009, I wrestled with the whole thing like a Hydra and hammered out the ages that do make sense to me.

Damian - 12 (10 when introduced, 11 while working with Dick)

Tim - 19 (he was 16 when his Dad died and 17 in OYL, which means Red Robin should have happened when he was 18)

Steph - 20

Cass - 21 (listen, Tim was at least 15 in NML don't get me started.)

Jason - 22 (I worked off his age from the Under the Red Hood movie, which takes place 5 years after his death. He could not have spent 6 months in the dirt, 6 months wandering comatose, a year with Talia before being dunked in the pit, and then had a world tour learning Murder Fu all within 3 years of dying)

Dick - 27

Babs - 33

Bruce - 44 (I don't like that the post-Crisis retcon made Dick a less tiny Robin, so I compromised by making him just barely 11 in Batman Year 3 and Tim 3 years old. And added a year to Bruce's age because it makes him more fatherly.)

Anyway fuck canon, make up your own ages and please do not start age discourse on this post. The point is that Damian should be the baby of the Batfam, and only be aged up in step with the others.

DC can do whatever the fuck they want, but as long as they refuse to age the rest of the Batkids, Damian is also going to stay 11 years old. Because he is a very little baby, and is meant to be smol enough for Dick to pick up and carry, for Jason to pick up by his scruff like an angry kitten, for Steph to smush her cheek against his head when she hugs him, for Cass to use his head as an arm rest, for Bruce's chair at the Batcomputer to all but swallow him, for Tim to console himself about his height, and to be at forehead level with Titus.

[starcchild]

What’s the most irrational belief your muse holds? What’s the best and worst relationship they have in their main universe? Who/what are they the most angry at? If they didn’t have their current job, what would they be doing? Under what circumstances will they lie? What’s some of their verbal tics/filler phrases?

muse questions

What’s the most irrational belief your muse holds?

that there's something wrong with her, and it'll eventually drive everyone away. Logically, she knows that isn't true, but it still lingers in the back of her mind

What’s the best and worst relationship they have in their main universe?

hmm... I guess it depends on what you wanna look at? For canon characters, her best relationship would be with either Pietro or Tony, and worst relationship would be with Secretary Ross (because she h a t e s him sfghjsfgd) or with Obadiah, though he's dead so idk if you'd want to count that fsdgjhgdf

oc/npc wise, her best relationship is definitely with Mikey, and her worst is with her boss at the diner - they butt heads frequently and she often finds herself and at least one of her coworkers doing his job more-or-less

Who/what are they the most angry at?

ah... I'm not quite sure, tbh! I could argue Ross or Obadiah for who, and the Accords for what, but it really depends on the situation/timeline!

If they didn’t have their current job, what would they be doing?

ooh, hmm... Possibly just focusing on uni, or working for one of her professors!

Under what circumstances will they lie?

oh, she'll almost always lie about how she's doing/feeling - it's hard and awkward for her to open up and to be vulnerable, so she constantly lies and says she's better than she's doing, though Kenobi tends to make it obvious she's lying lol. But, when that happens, she'll brush it off as "just one of those days" instead of explaining just how exactly she's feeling, and what might've caused it

she'll also lie to protect/cover for others if she felt necessary - but that's not a constant thing for her tbh. I think the biggest example of this was back when she was a kid, actually. Obadiah would've tried asking her what her father was up to in his workshop that he wouldn't let him see, and although Carter didn't know Obadiah was bad at that point, she would've lied and tell him she had no idea, when, in fact, she did, just because she didn't want Obadiah to bother Tony about it

What’s some of their verbal tics/filler phrases?

her stutter for sure! And just as a whole - for the most part, it's not too bad, but it can get really bad the higher her emotions are. If she's particularly upset, even if she doesn't act like she is, her stutter will get worse. But she can also speak without it if she puts her mind to it, although doing so can also make her stutter worse when she stops trying to cover it

she tends to use um/uh sometimes, usually when she's taken off guard or trying to pull herself together (whether she's upset or trying not to laugh), and she'll shorten/combine words (saying "'m" instead of "I'm", or "'s'kay" instead of "it's okay") when she's exhausted or just... not fully in her head in general

[smol-daikon]

I've been doing a lot of wondering lately about whether or not Amane's book in the 4pm book stacks changed after he died? Did he completely change his fate or is he still somehow destined to become a science teacher?

After Nene sees Amane in the past, she wishes she could help him like he's always helping her. Nene also seems to be special in some way and can do things others can't. They haven't told us the significance of her ability to time travel yet (is it just because she and Hanako are linked or is it because of her short lifespan?) I've been toying with the idea that maybe she'll be able to use her time traveling abilities to help Amane in the past, maybe even through the place that is nowhere, possibly using the key Amane dropped. What if she can go back and help Amane, but she ends up stuck in the past in the process because Hanako is no longer a school mystery? It would be sad because she would have to leave behind her whole life and Amane probably wouldn't remember any of her adventures with Hanako. It would kind of fulfill both of their wishes though (her wish to help Hanako and smol Amane's wish to meet her again...and they could be together!)

This could also explain her shortened lifespan. In this theory, her lifespan wouldn't really be shortened, she would just live out her life in a different time period. Maybe she also really is destined to die in the near future in the current time period, but more of old age than anything else after living out her life in the past.

I'm sure something in the manga totally blows this out of the water, so feel free to throw facts at me! I'm due for a reread of the whole thing! I just want my soft babies to be together, ok?!

TBHK Fate Swap Theory

(Reposting this because Tumblr decided not to tag the people I tagged)

Thanks to @queen-seren and @muraenxdae for helping me move the cogs in my brain to come up with this whole thing!

And @daikonsenpai @trish-chan @hananeneheaven I’d love to hear your thoughts on this! And anyone in the fandom’s ideas in general!

SPOILERS BELOW! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

So we know Hanako is the only person to have changed his fate. Well imagine there’s a way to switch who’s fates have changed? Meaning Hanako could, theoretically, fulfill his fate and live out the normal teacher life he was supposed to in Nene’s time while Nene’s fate changes, extending her lifespan for the next ninety years. As far as we know currently, there’s no way to make that possible. The only thing I can think of is the Clock Keepers somehow bringing Hanako back to before he died. That would require Hanako to have died in the school (which we know he would have since his spirit is possessing the building) and the loss of every memory he had after he died. As terrible as this sounds for our Hananene happy ending, I was thinking about how their relationship would be if Hanako were reverted back to Amane, and I came to the conclusion that maybe that’s why Nene has been able to be a part of Hanako’s past; so he’d remember her and their connection wouldn’t be completely lost as he forgot the adventures of toilet ghost boi and rad-fish (get it, she’s a radish and a fish. I’m so funny hahaha). As for how Nene would get a longer lifespan in return considering Hanako shortened his by just not wanting to “go anywhere” anymore, I’m not sure. Maybe it truly does lie in Nene’s own willingness to go on contrasting with Hanako’s willingness to give up on going anywhere. Or the answer could lie with No. 6 and the current arc, or maybe even whatever happens when a person knows the truth behind all the 7 Mysteries. The Clock Keepers might have nothing to really do with it anymore at that point, meaning Hanako could keep his memories and start living again, but even then we don’t have enough info to be certain. This is just an interesting idea I had since the concept of them being able to swap their destinies in favor of each other sounds a whole lot better than the o o f theory where Hanako wishes for Tsukasa to extend Nene’s lifespan only for Nene never to see Hanako again ;u;

ANYWAY sorry if I got any facts wrong. I kinda went off of the info I recall, so hopefully the r e a l theorists here can clean up my word scramble lmao