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legolasghosty · 1 year ago

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I got Parents AU and Dystopia AU and now I am Concerned

Oh gosh I am also concerned but like... let's see what happens? Also, I am far from an expert on dystopian concepts, as I tend to not enjoy them much in stories. So I make no promises about staying perfectly with the concept.

Following N-Day, when several countries ended up shooting nukes at each other and essentially destroying human civilization as it was previously known, the survivors banded together to prevent the entire eradication of the human race. No one is really sure where the old borders were due to the destruction, along with the massive amounts of tectonic and volcanic activity that was triggered because of all the explosives. It didn't matter, a person was just a person back then.

But things changed within the first century. 'Survival of the fittest' became the thing, as finding medical equipment to care for those dying of radiation poisoning was basically impossible. And for those fortunate enough to not suffer any major physical trauma from the explosions, it seemed a waste to spend their time on those who had. A kind of class system developed around how close you'd been to a blast, with those few who were fully outside of the range of effect being at the top.

Flash forward about 150 years since N-Day (yeah okay I suck at naming things), most of the direct radiation is gone but the society developed from the fallout has become basically a feudal system. Birth defects due to parental radiation poisoning and general sucky living conditions are super common. You got the rich elite on top, living it up, and everyone else stuck under them with no hope of advancing.

Julie, Flynn, and Carrie work together to run a sort of orphanage for kids who have lost their parents/caregivers to the many dangers that face the lower classes. Flynn does a lot of the admin type stuff, Carrie uses her upper class connections to get them funding, and Julie works with the kids themselves. Ideally it's a temporary place for kids until they find a family for them (either by blood or choice), but that isn't always the case unfortunately.

Yes, the rest of the gang is around too. Reggie is a teacher at the local primary school and comes over to the La Rosa (the orphanage) after work a lot to help out the kids(and the grown ups). Luke is officially a delivery person, but he can often be found playing music on a beat up old guitar with anyone who will listen. The kids love him, he's basically the cool uncle. Alex is a weaver, has always been good with his hands. And since his shop/home is right across the street from La Rosa and he doesn't mind a few kiddos hanging around while he works, he's become a sort of godfather to some of the kids that have been there forever. His partner, Willie (yeah the authorities don't like it, but Alex is the best fabric worker in the area so what are they gonna do?) has an insane garden that they care for along with his official work as a cleaner.

Lots of kids move through La Rosa within a year or so, but some have been there for ages. There's Isa, a 12 year old who can go toe to toe with Alex in snark and will deck a bigger kid for the people she cares about, and Damian, a 15 year old who rarely talks and would rather spend time weeding in the garden with Willie than interacting with people. Next is Aiden, who is 10 years old and goes back and forth between acting like he's 20 and 5. Julie is working on not taking on everyone's burdens with him, while Reggie is teaching him to play nice. And then there's little Dizzy, who is 7 and just arrived but has already trashed several things by accident. She says she's clumsy but Julie figured out pretty fast that she's mostly blind. She's working on getting the little girl to trust Luke, cause he's big on seeing the world with all your senses, and often plays guitar with his eyes closed.

It's a hard business though, trying to take care of all of the kids who lose their parents. Most of the people in higher classes would rather the kids either get over their 'issues' and start being productive or get lost. Funding is difficult. And some of the top folks are pushing to shut down organizations like theirs. But the gang is determined to keep taking care of their kids, legal or otherwise.

Cue some creative generation of additional revenue sources. Also lots of soft parenting, trauma management, and just the gang taking care of the kids and each other.

I got no clue if any of that makes sense, but that's what I got! Hope you enjoyed!!!

#legolas tag #julie and the phantoms #legolas answers asks #jatp #alex mercer #willie jatp #julie molina #luke patterson #reggie peters #carrie wilson #flynn taylor #I refuse to write the fic #but it's a cool idea!

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bioshoook · 1 year ago

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Tell me all about 6 👀

Ok ok ok so number 6 is the Alfreyco Werewolf AU

Basically this AU takes place in a world where werewolves are a known thing and a separate species from humans. Pretty much humans and werewolves can and do live side by side. Of course some people have to ruin that. So Alfredo is a werewolf, was taking at a young age from his family (parents possibly killed??) and is mostly feral. The people that took him were like traffickers that would steal young wolves and sell them to people and Fredo just happened to be sold to someone who takes part in the world of underground werewolf fights. Think dogfighting but with werewolves instead of dogs.

10-15 years later, Trevor (and other colleagues that i'm not sure about yet) comes along and discovers the basement of a house they were investigating due to a neighbor complaining about a "smell" emanating from the house. The basement is lined with cages, with all the residents within deceased, except for one. And that one living werewolf down there is Fredo.

Trevor and his group rescue Fredo, and probably have to sedate him seeing as he only knows to respond in ways to other people and wolves that protects himself and his body. There's usually a place for feral wolves or just wolves that don't integrate well with humans and other wolves (think like rehab centers or shelters), but of course due to the sucky infrastructure of this world there isn't a spot available for Alfredo to get in there right now. So Trevor ends up volunteering or being assigned to take this almost feral wolf into his home. It's not safe, but the group can't leave him on the streets and the only other person that can take care of him has young kids at home and that would just be unnecessarily risky.

Over time Trevor and Alfredo grow closer as Fredo gets better and starts to process some of the trauma that he's been through. And they both honestly are loving each other's company. Even though there are more bad days then good ones. But one day a spot opens in the center and the people that run the center convince Trevor that Alfredo would be better with them. Alfredo doesn't want to go, but Trevor convinces him to go with them because it means that Alfredo will be taking care of by people that know how to do better by him than Trevor ever could (self-doubt hello?? love that shit??).

So a very upset and confused Alfredo goes with these people to the shelter and he's there for like several days. We see that neither him or Trevor are doing well during this time of separation and Trevor's house has never felt emptier. But he keeps telling himself it's for the better of Alfredo and that's all he cares about. One night its raining (because of course it is and i say so) and Alfredo escapes the shelter. He doesn't want to be there anymore, he wants to be with Trevor and the rest of the group of people that he's come to associate as his own. So he arrives on Trevor's doorstep soaking wet and Trevor is shocked obvi that Alfredo made it back to him and concerned but he's also relieved, so so so relieved, that Alfredo is back with him. Felt like he was missing a piece of himself all this time.

Then I think I'll possibly have the people who kept Alfredo trapped for fighting come knocking on Trevor's door and demanding to have Alfredo back. And Trevor is spitting mad not only because of the hell they put Fredo through and all the other people they kidnapped, but also because they talk about him like he's an object and not an actual living being. So I'll probably have Trevor fight off these people? Indirectly showing Alfredo that he will do anything to protect him, but he gets hurt (because unfortunately i love hurting that poor man) and Alfredo probably gets several good bites in on the people and they end up running away. Alfredo goes to run after them, but stops when he realizes Trevor's more injured then he thought. And then the two get taken care of and they get news that the leaders who came to their house were caught and spilled the beans on the rest of the people involved in that fighting operation. And then they live happily EVER AFTER! (with the magic of communication and therapy and love!)

#hey a question #confusedeevee #rtah #alfreyco #uuhghggh i love this au so much #can't wait till the day i can finally start working on it fully

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hehe-hoho-ohno · 2 years ago

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your last ask mentioned a long-held non-fandom plot bunny and i would love to NOT be spared the details, if you wanted to share some of them 👀

Okay! You literally asked for it!

Please keep in mind:

1) I was young, dumb, and somehow more cringe than I currently am when I came up with this.

2) Being a long-held idea, it's been through a lot of changes and workshopping over the years. Some were improvements, some made everything considerably more confusing

Ok. So. You know how a lot of people like to personify Death? Now imagine that alongside Death, every concept ever has a personification. And they all live in (mostly kinda sorta) harmony in their own little dimension.

One day, some random human (I forgot what I originally called him but for the sake of clarity let's call him Steve) gets kidnapped and yoinked to the personification dimension by a bunch of really nasty concepts (eg. Wrath or something). So Steve is having a really sucky time being their punching bag.

Then Steve learns a closely guarded secret, his kidnappers' True Names. Knowing this gives him complete power over them. (If you're familiar with Fairy lore, it's a bit like that.) He starts learning as many True Names as he can.

Now, Steve isn't doing great mentally. He's been through a lot and learned things that Man Was Not Meant To Know and he's still really pissed about the whole kidnapping thing. So, naturally, having amassed a small army, he declares war on literally everyone else. (As far as he's concerned, they were accomplices by inaction. To be fair to everyone else, most of them had no idea this was happening)

Generally speaking, concepts try really hard not to fight amongst themselves, especially not on a large scale like a war because that risks tearing reality apart. Which is really bad. But if Steve orders them to fight, then no one will have a choice. So everyone panics about this for a bit.

Fortunately, they have a secret weapon. The personification of forgetfulness. She could easily mind wipe him into forgetting everyone's names and everything else. Even better, Steve can't learn her name because it's magically unmemorable. Unfortunately, most don't remember where she is. Or that she exists. Or-

Fate and/or Memory (depends on the version) kickstarts the plot by reminding everyone that the Forgotten exists, and that she's been camping out in the human world and forgotten that she was ever anything other than a normal human. So the gang (who exactly the gang consists of has varied over the years) set off on an adventure to bring her back before reality gets ripped to shreds.

Hijinks ensue.

They actually find and kidnap her pretty quickly. The problem is that Personifications have something of a radius of effect. (Eg: hanging out with Loyalty makes you more loyal. Being near Wrath makes you more angry - which is part of why Steve isn't doing too hot mentally.) So being around the concept of forgetfulness...

The gang constantly loses track of what they were doing, where they were going, why this is important, who anyone is, and a bunch of other plot crucial information. It's not really her fault - she's isn't doing it deliberately and she can't turn it off. She doesn't even know what's happening herself half the time.

#asks #original content #dont look at me #I have a soft spot for this idea but there were a lot of very good reasons why i've never done anything with it

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taughtdefense · 8 months ago

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TODAY HAS BEEN A DAY FROM HELL. specifically, a karate hell. with a suddenly—unsurprisingly, you suppose—pissed off miyagi princess sam leading near-daily charge after charge against cobra kai, the escalation being partly influenced by hawk's impromptu head shave before prom, you've had to fight against more miyagi do/eagle fang people gunning for you, your partners, & your friends/allies than you have in all your time as a cobra. it’s erring on the side of ridiculous at this point, but you’ve learned to take the attacks less & less seriously than when the brawling first started. it’s almost cartoonish at this point—

that’s not to say you don’t give 100% of your effort in fights, though. you do. the enemy deserves no mercy—especially if the enemy keeps coming after you unprompted.

just this morning at the largest goddamn public park, of all places, sam'd come out with her fists flying... towards you. that'd amused you, & it was clear you were trying to keep your laughter at her to a minimum while you'd easily caught her balled-up fist with a slow, intentionally lazy smile. it wasn’t even an active thought, you’d just caught her fist, brown eyes wiped clean of emotion. you'd twisted her hand at just enough of a sharp enough angle to nearly break a bone in her forearm. but you'd gotten the message across; it was a silent warning to her, that if she tries going after you again, she'd be dealing with more than surprise, wounded pride & a throbbing arm. as far as you’re concerned, she can hate tory all she wants, but going after you unprompted is kind of… well, amusing.

if she was anyone else, you’d have snapped her wrist before she could’ve blinked, or kicked you away, or gotten out of the hold—or literally hospitalized her. but you’d let her go, simply because you didn’t feel like dealing with the headache of the larusso’s going after you legally. samantha’s increasingly erratic behavior has become tiring very quickly. she’d went after your dojo, a trend for her, lately. in that same instant you’d caught samantha’s wrist ( without even bothering to turn around ), you’d sensed & then promptly knocked shadow flat on his ass with a kick. charlie had stopped evading landon & nolan long enough to pick shadow up off the concrete, while you’d kept fighting both dojos with the same practiced, learned ease. but after that, the enemy group had given you a wide berth.

vaguely, you wonder if mr. larusso is aware of what his precious daughter is doing. what mr. miyagi would say to his essential granddaughter going around, intentionally picking fights. you were just defending yourself.

you’ve been pretty pissed off all day. a few hours after the park fight, a handful of the miyagi-do & eagle fangs still followed you a few blocks, lead by hawk this time. they’d clearly been raring for another fight. it didn’t culminate into anything ( no spontaneous 1v8 took place unfortunately ), but the fact is that they’d followed you around, like a pack of bloodthirsty fucking vultures circling their prey—you. that’d made you uncomfortable, & a little bit done with today, despite it being the middle of the afternoon at that point.

to make today’s sucky events even worse, johnny had basically ambushed you at your apartment while you were getting ready to leave for practice, dressed up in your gi. he’d asked—told—you to break up with robby. his argument was that he doesn’t like who you became underneath kreese & silver’s rule. he was worried that your devotion towards his son would have an unhealthy impact on robby.

you’d just stared at him blankly, like you were expecting him to say he was just kidding. he wasn’t. you’d started laughing him out of the apartment, & swiftly told him to fuck off & slammed the door in his face, which you know pissed him off. the idea that he of all people has any iota of a say in his son’s life, playing the concerned dad card seventeen years too late, is laughable at best, utterly pathetic at worst.

❝ i can't fucking believe this shit. the audacity of him, & the fucking dojo, i swear to god... ❞ you mutter/complain to no one in particular as you burst into the semi-packed cobra kai dojo. you’re pissed off, that much is clear. you pull off your shoes & drop your bag on the floor, tying your black belt tighter around your waist with an annoyed grunt, knuckles white. kyler jumps at the sudden interruption of calmness & lands flat on his ass in the middle of a spinning back kick, which internally amuses you, but outwardly you ignore him.

you instantly make a beeline towards robby. it takes no time at all to reach your boyfriend. both your hands reach out before you cup the sides of his face to angle his head up, moving your head down to meet him halfway at the same time, kissing him in greeting. you pour all of your frustrations about the day’s events into this kiss, turning the kiss into something a tad rougher than you’d normally display in public, wrapped up in your own little world with your boyfriend. you really needed this: to be close to him, even if you saw each other earlier. today’s fight, johnny’s sudden house-call, & the fact that you were followed have eaten away at your more outwardly emotionless nature.

you completely ignore everyone else in the dojo—including kyler, who groans in either annoyance at the public display of affection, or pain from his fall. it doesn’t really matter in the long run, anyway.

❝ get a room, you two. ❞

clearly fed up with his bullshit, you pull back from robby reluctantly. ❝ fuck off. ❞ you snap. kyler rolls his eyes.

you pull robby to the side of the dojo, squeezing his hands gently. you run your thumb over his knuckles & sigh softly as you sit down on the floor, pulling robby down next to you in one smooth motion, pressing your back against the quieter corner of the dojo. neither of your sensei’s are here yet, so it’s fine. across the room near the cobra kai motto, tory glances over at you & robby, clearly concerned about your outburst while you were walking in. you catch her eye, but other than that, you don’t even make any indication you want her to come over—she just knows that you want her to. she calmly tells talia, nova, stef, paze & scarlett that she’ll see be back over to them in a bit, she just wants to check on you. she absentmindedly bumps stef’s shoulder lightly as she passes by her sister on her way over. you watch her, leaning your head on robby’s shoulder for a few moments, still trying to process/decompress.

tory crosses the room & sits down next to you, placing a hand on your shoulder. her purple nail polish catches slightly in the light. ❝ what happened, eth? ❞ she queries, a curious glint in her eye.

❝ way too much, tory. ❞ you reply bitterly, chuckling humorlessly. interested, she sits down on your other side, & you take your girlfriend’s hand. your relationship is still in the new stages, but tory’s clearly—already—very comfortable with both you & robby. you look over at your boyfriend, then continue.

❝ so, my love… your dad fuckin’ dropped by my apartment on my way out the door. ❞ you begin, a bitter taste settling in your mouth. you’re frustrated, that much is clear. ❝ he basically told me to break up with you. like he has any right to have a fucking say in our relationship. ❞ tory’s eyes widen in surprise. ❝ holy shit. ❞ she whispers, a little shocked johnny had gone that far. you nod, annoyed. ❝ & then, earlier, ❞ you continue, annoyance clear on your face, ❝ a few members of miyagi-do & eagle fang followed me for a few blocks. led by that traitor, hawk. ❞ you grumble.

tory’s facial expression changes from surprised to furious. her shoulders tense. ❝ what the hell? ❞ tory’s eyes fill with anger. she clenches her jaw. ❝ yeah. today’s really sucked. ❞

you give @taughtpain & tory a recap about the past hour’s events.

#taughtpain #alt verse.: cobra kai. — ❝ i ached for rage & war. the universe granted it to me. ❞#in character. / season 4.

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many-but-one · 2 years ago

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Splitting, Splitting, Splitting

pk;m new, pk;m new, pk;m new.

You know, I thought folks were being funny haha when they said that learning new trauma can cause you to split more. :) Haha.

We've had several splits over the last couple of weeks, some of which were literally nameless and re-fused within a few days, others not so much. Vivian split into Vivian and Rook. Rook seems to be sticking around. And then myself, Dorian, also split last night. Which is what I'm going to talk about, as I haven't split since I was 17 years old, back when I was known as our dead name and I split into Jules and Aeron.

So the reason for the split I won't go into big detail, but essentially I was learning things that were extremely distressing to me, making me pretty much non-functional. In our system, I have always been the "functional" one, that's my One Job. My job is to be as trauma-free as possible and everyone else holds everything for me. Even when I experience trauma or learn trauma memories, I end up splitting and I come out essentially trauma free while the other half of the split holds all of the unsettling shit that was plaguing me. Something I've learned from folks in the system is that I have *always* been the host. Well, parts of me have. Over the years, I've been "whittled" down. Every time I experience something upsetting or traumatic that makes it difficult to be the functional part, I split. If the trauma is ongoing, that split will become host until the trauma "ends" and then I come back none the wiser. Which is why folks like Maribelle, Mariana, Aeron, and many more, were all hosts for short periods of time and every time I ended up coming back to take my duties back up. Of course these all happened long before I was aware of the system, but this is why I was so certain I was always the one around our whole life with a few memory gaps. I was. I *have* experienced our whole life sans the really fucked up trauma, but every time I get overwhelmed by what I'm experiencing, I get "whittled down" again and that's what happened again this time.

I'm still Dorian. I feel no different than before except that the memories I had been toiling over are essentially either completely gone or I have no emotional attachment to them. In a quote to my therapist to explain the feelings regarding a person in particular involved in the memories and things I've been stressing over (my father): "The ones [memories] I do have, I have absolutely no emotional attachment to them, it's like someone else lived them entirely. I have almost no opinion, positive or negative toward my father. The new information I learned about him (that he probably allowed this all to happen) feels unimportant/I don't care about it. Any of the teen memories I have/had of him are either completely gone or so diluted that I don't care about them."

And that's by design. Unfortunately. And now I really do understand why so many parts are so hostile toward me. My One Job is to be trauma free while their One Job is to hold trauma. How is that fair? It's not like I get to choose this role, our brain does this automatically because we NEED a functional, non-traumatized, main host part. Which is me. It always has been. It's so sad. I feel so sad for those parts who have to hold what I'VE experienced and couldn't handle. It makes me feel weak, but I know that's not the case. This is just how our brain has decided I will have to be.

The really sucky thing is how the split occurred, which was done in a way that was (from what I can assume) purely symbolic in the IW. I got grabbed by one of our internal gatekeepers (Anna, who is essentially the size of a primordial entity/god thing) and ripped right in half. Which was as pleasant as you can imagine. /sar

It was actually incredibly painful and traumatizing, it was a horrifying experience, and that's not even all that happened but I'm not going to get into all of that. Essentially when she threw me back down to the forest of our inner world, I was now two pieces and the two pieces of me were suddenly whole parts, making me (Dorian, the one writing this, previous and current host, only ANP with no trauma) and Seneca, a part that I don't know a lot about because he's still super fucking disoriented. All I know really is his name, that he looks a lot like me but very dark, and has a lot of memories of father-related stuff that I no longer have. And a lot of rage. That seems to be a common thing amongst splits. I think it's because rage/anger have never been safe to express in our life, and when we do it's too much and brain panics and splits off so that the part who was feeling so much rage is free from it and then we bury the rage they felt deep in the IW to never think about again. Well, the point is to never think about it again. Logically, I/we know we're going to have to deal with all of that anger and rage eventually, it's just that up until now that has never ever been safe or okay to do. I know someday we'll have to consolidate that anger and it WILL be safe to feel, but I suppose now is not that day.

I'm unsure if Seneca will be buried like the rest or if he'll join frequent fronter status. Rook has been around and about and functional so Seneca may do that as well. It's been A Time these past few weeks. Having to come to terms with some seriously horrifying shit that I can't even begin to describe on top of realizing that it all could have been avoided and that it was all done purposely and the people that should have protected me simply...didn't. It's heartbreaking, to say the least. I understand why this happened. I'm not angry or upset at my brain or the parts for doing this. I have learned to not be so hard on myself/the parts, I realized that rather than blaming myself, I should be blaming our abusers for everything. Absolutely everything. None of this was my fault.

I was just a kid. WE were just a kid. :(

-Dorian

#dorian🌹#system update #manybutone #did split #did alters #did osdd #did system #dissociative disorder #dissociative identity disorder #polyfrag #polyfragmented #cdid #c-did #complex did

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lorenfangor · 3 years ago

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I heard that #40 was super homophobic :/ so I skipped it. But now your fic is making me want to give it a try. How problematic is it? Are the characters worth it?

Okay.

Let’s talk about #40.

The plot of The Other (a Marco POV) is that Marco sees an Andalite on a video tape sent in to some Unsolved Mysteries-esque TV show, and he assumes it’s Ax and hauls ass to save him from being captured. Ax, being Ax, has videotaped the show, and they pull it up and Tobias uses his hawk eyes to figure out that it’s not Ax, it’s another Andalite - one without a tailblade. Ax is appalled at the presence of this vecol (an Andalite word for a disabled person) and we find out that he and others of his species have deep ingrained prejudices against at least some kinds of disabled people.

Despite this, Marco and Ax go looking for the Andalite in question because he’s been spotted by national TV, and they meet a second one, named Gafinilan-Estrif-Valad. The vecol is Mertil-Iscar-Elmand, a former fighter pilot with a reputation and Gafinilan’s coded-gay life partner. The two of them have been on Earth since book 1; they crashed their fighters on the planet and have been trapped there thanks to the GalaxyTree going down. Gafinilan has adopted a human cover, a physics professor, and they’ve been living in secret ever since.

Thanks to that tape, Mertil has been captured by Visser Three, and he’s not morph-capable so he can’t escape. Gafinilan wants to trade the leader of the “Andalite Bandits” to the Yeerks to get his boyfriend back; he can’t fight to free Mertil because he’s terminally ill with a genetic disorder that will eventually kill him, and (it’s implied that) the Yeerks aren’t interested in disabled hosts, even disabled Andalite ones. Despite Ax’s ableism, the Animorphs agree to work with Gafinilan and free Mertil, and they’re successful. Marco ends the book talking about how there are all kinds of prejudices you’ll have to face and boxes that people will put you in, and you can’t necessarily escape them even if they’re reductive and inaccurate, but you can still live your life with pride.

So now that I’ve explained the plot, I’m gonna come out the gate saying that I love this book. I love it wholeheartedly, I love Marco’s narration, I love Ax having to deal with Andalite society’s ableism, I love these characters, and as a disabled lesbian I don’t find these disabled gays to be inherently Bad Rep.

that’s of course just my opinion and it doesn’t overshadow other issues that people might have? but at the same time, I don’t like the seemingly-common narrative that this book is all bad all the time, and I want to offer up a different read.To that end, I’m going to go point by point through some of the criticisms and common complaints that I’ve seen across the fandom over the years.

“Mertil and Gafinilan were put on a bus after one appearance because they were gay!”

this is one I’m going to have to disagree with hardcore. I talked about this yesterday, but in Animorphs there are a lot of characters or ideas that only get introduced once or twice and then get written off or dropped - in order off the top of my head, #11 (the Amazon trip), #16 (Fenestre and his cannibalism), #17 (the oatmeal), #18 (the hint of Yeerks doing genetic experiments in the hospital basement), #24/#39/#42 (the Helmacrons’ ability to detect morphing tech), #25 (the Venber), #28 (experiments with limiting brain function through drugs), #34 (the Hork-Bajir homeworld being retaken, the Ixcila procedure), #36 (the Nartec), #41 (Jake’s Bad Future Dream), and #44 (the Aboriginal people Cassie meets in Australia) all feature things that either seem to exist just for the sake of having a particular trope explored Animorphs-style or to feature an idea for One Single Book.

This is a series that’s episodic and has a very limited overall story arc because of how children’s literature in the 90s was structured - these books are closer to The Saddle Club, Sweet Valley High, Animal Ark, or The Baby-Sitters’ Club than they are to Harry Potter or A Series of Unfortunate Events. Mertil and Gafinilan don’t get to be in more than one book because they’re not established in the main cast or the supporting cast, I don’t think that it’s solely got anything to do with their being gay.

“Gafinilan has AIDS, this is a book about AIDS, and that’s homophobic!”

Okay, this is… hard. First, yes, Gafinilan does have a terminal illness. Yes, Gafinilan is gay. No, Soola’s Disease is not AIDS.

I have two responses to this, and I’ll attack them in order of their occurrence in my thought. First, there’s coded AIDS diseases all over genre fiction, especially genre fiction from that era, because the AIDS epidemic made a massive impact on public life and fundamentally changed both how the public perceived illness and queerness and how queer people themselves experienced it. I was too young to live through it, but my dad’s college roommate was out, and my dad himself has a lot of friends who he just ceases to talk about if the conversation gets past 1986 or so - this was devastating and it got examined in art for more reasons than “gay people all have AIDS”, and I dislike the implication that the only reason it could ever appear was as a tired stereotype or a message that Being Queer Means Death. Gafinilan is kind, fond of flowers, and fond of children - he’s multifaceted, and he’s got a terminal illness. Those kinds of people really exist, and they aren’t Bad Rep.

Second off, Soola’s Disease? Really isn’t AIDS. It’s a congenital genetic illness that develops over time, cannot be transmitted, and does not carry a serious stigma the way AIDS did. Gafinilan also has access to a cure - he could become a nothlit and no longer be afflicted by it, even if it’s considered somewhat dishonorable to go nothlit to escape that way. That’s not AIDS, and in fact at no point in my read and rereads did I assume that his having a terminal illness was supposed to be a commentary on homosexuality until I found out that other people were assuming it.

“Mertil losing his tail means he’s lost his masculinity, and that’s bad because he’s gay! That’s homophobic!”

so this is another one I’ve gotta hardcore disagree with, because while Mertil is one of two Very Obviously Queer Characters, he’s not the only character who loses something fundamental about himself, or even loses access to sexual and/or romantic capability in ways he was familiar with.

Tobias and Arbron both get ripped out of their ordinary normal lives by going nothlit in bad situations, and while they both wind up finding fulfillment and freedom despite that, it’s still traumatic, even more for Arbron I’d say than for Tobias. And on a psychological level, none of the main cast is left unmarked or free of trauma or free of deep change thanks to the bad things that have happened to them - they’re no less fundamentally altered than Mertil, even if it’s mental rather than physical. And yes, tail loss is equated with castration or emasculation, but that doesn’t automatically mean Mertil suffering it is tied to his homosexuality and therefore the takeaway we’re intended to have is “Being gay is tragic and makes you less of a man”. This is a series where bad shit happens to everyone, and enduring losses that take away things central to one’s self-conception or identity or body is just part of the story.

Also, frankly? Plenty of IRL disabled people have to grapple with a loss of sexual function, and again, they’re not Bad Rep just because they’re messy.

“Andalite society is confusingly written in this book, and the disability aspects are clearly just a coverup for the gay stuff!”

Andalite society is canonically sexist, a bit exceptionalist and prejudiced in their own favor, and pretty contradictory and often challenged internally on its own norms. In essence, it’s a pretty ordinary society, and they’re really realistic as sci-fi races go. It makes sense from that perspective that Andalites would tolerate scarring or a lost stalk eye or a lost skull eye, but not tolerate serious injuries that significantly impact your perceived quality of life. Ableism is like that - it’s not one-size-fits-all. I look at Ax’s reactions and I see a lot of my own family and friends’ behaviors - this vibes with my understanding of prejudice, you know?

“Mertil and Gafinilan have a tragic ending, which means the story is saying that being gay dooms you to tragedy!”

Mertil and Gafinilan have the best possible ending that they could ask for? They are victims of the war, they are suffering because of the war, they get the same cocktail of trauma and damage that every other soldier gets. But unlike Jake and Tobias and Marco, unlike Elfangor, unlike Aximili? Their ending comes in peace, in their own home. Gafinilan isn’t dying alone, he’s got the love of his life with him. Mertil isn’t going to be as isolated anymore, he’s got Marco for a friend. Animorphs is a tragedy, it’s not a happy story, it’s not something that guarantees a beautiful sunshine-and-roses ending for everyone, and I love tragedy, and so I will fight for this story. Yes, it hurts. Yes, it deserved better. But it’s not less meaningful just because it’s sad. Nobody is entitled to anything in this book, and it’s just as true for these two as it is for anyone else.

“It’s not cool that the only canonically gay characters in this series don’t get to be happy and trauma-free and unblemished Good Rep!”

This is one I can kind of understand, and I’ll give some ground to it, because it is sucky. The only thing I’ll say is that I stand by my argument that nothing that happens to Mertil and Gafinilan is unusual compared to what happens to the rest of the cast, and that their ending is way happier than Rachel and Tobias’s, or Jake and Cassie’s. But it’s a legitimate point of frustration, and the one argument I’ll say I agree has validity.

(Though, I also want to point out that I think there are plenty of equally queercoded characters in the story who aren’t Mertil and Gafinilan - Tobias, Rachel, Cassie, and Marco all get at least one or two moments that signal to me that they’re potentially LGBT+, not to mention Mr. Tidwell and Illim in #29 and their long-term domestic partnership. There’s no reason to assume that the only queer people here are those two aliens when Marco’s descriptions of Jake exist.)

“Marco uses slurs and reduces Gafinilan’s whole identity to his illness!”

Technically, yes, this is true, except putting it that way strips the whole passage of its context. Marco is discussing the boxes society puts you into, the ones you don’t have a choice about facing or escaping. He’s talking about negative stereotypes and reductive generalizations, he’s referring to them as bad things that you get inflicted upon you by an outside world or by friends who don’t know the whole story or the real you. The slurs he uses are real slurs that get thrown at people still, and they’re not okay, and the point is that they’re not okay but assholes are going to call you by them anyway. He ends by saying “you just have to learn to live with it”, and since this is coming from a fifteen-year-old Latino kid who we know is picked on by bullies for all sorts of reasons and who faces racism and homophobia? He knows what he’s talking about. He’s bitter about what’s been said and done, he’s not stating it like it’s a good thing.

Yes, absolutely, this speech is a product of its time, but it’s a product of its time that speaks of defiance and says “We aren’t what we’re said to be,” and in the year this was published? That’s a good message.

tl;dr The Other is good, actually, and Mertil and Gafinilan are incredible characters who deserve all the love they could possibly get.

#animorphs #animorphs meta #mertil/gafinilan #mertil #gafinilan #mertil-iscar-elmand #gafinilan-estrif-valad

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marauderundercover · 3 years ago

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Taking Chances Chapter 4: Unexpected (Bonding)

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Bruce Wayne felt lost. This wasn’t an unusual feeling for him, but he wasn’t particularly fond of the events that led to him feeling lost. First, he found out he had a daughter. Yet another child that he hadn’t known of their existence. Then, he acted as Batman. He researched the girl and found that her school situation was...less than ideal. As was the supervillain situation in Paris. The girl- his daughter- had been targeted several times. Sometimes the Akuma went after her from the start. Other times, she was unfortunate enough to be in its line of sight when it was on a rampage. Any way you looked at it, she was in danger. No, the biggest mistake in researching her came with the phone number for the bakery run by her parents. Two lovely people who had raised her and taught her right from wrong. Something he hadn’t done. Their phone call was what left him feeling lost. They hadn’t demanded that he stay away from his daughter- from Marinette. No, on the contrary, they thought it was a great idea for the two to bond. Especially once Bruce had mentioned his other children.

“Marinette was distraught when the only information we could give her about her birth father was his name.” Sabine had said, adding to Bruce’s confusion.

“You had my name but didn’t reach out?” Bruce asked, trying (and failing) to figure out the situation.

“We didn’t have much to go on. Just your name and that you were American and worked in business. Bridgette didn’t give any specifics, and back then it didn’t really matter. I assumed Bruce Wayne was a common enough name, especially in the US.” Sabine replied simply. The rest of their conversation had gone similarly, with Bruce growing more and more lost until the end. They hadn’t even suggested a DNA test (though he was planning on asking Marinette, just so that they could be completely certain). They just wanted Marinette happy. Even if it meant meeting and bonding with the man who hadn’t known about her existence.

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Marinette Dupain Cheng was not having an easy week. No, her week was sucky. In fact it was beyond sucky, it was shitty. So many things were happening at the same time, and she was just grateful that she wasn’t currently in Paris, since she was certain she’d be akumatized. From being attacked by the Joker for simply looking like a Wayne, to meeting Batman who was just as angry in person, and then figuring out Bruce Wayne really was her dad and accidentally calling him Batman, to fighting an Akuma by herself (one that she could barely handle) and then to top it all off, Adrien is Chat Noir. And Adrien has a crush on her, as Marinette. And apparently has for at least a month. Oh and now he knows that she’s Ladybug and so last night was filled with her Chat Blanc nightmares all over again. The cherry on the top of this mess was the fact that the class was practically ignoring her. She was sure they weren’t doing it intentionally and that they were just kinda distracted by Lila’s tall tales of Gotham. Tales that include her dating one of Bruce Wayne’s sons. She wouldn’t clarify which one, which was probably for the best. They two closest to their age were 12 and 19. Neither a great option for the 15 year old Italian. A shrill ringing tugs Marinette out of her thoughts. Glancing down at the unknown number attempting to call her, Marinette silently prayed that this would turn her shitty week around.

“Hello?” She answers, wincing slightly at the way her voice sounds after a night filled with screaming and crying from nightmares.

“Is this Marinette Dupain Cheng?” A deep voice asks. Marinette frowns.

“Um, yes?”

“Good. This is Bruce Wayne and well, I’m not sure how to-”

“You’re my dad.” She blurts out, face instantly heating up. “Oh crap, I mean, um-”

“Well yes. I do believe I may be your father. I was in contact with your parents earlier, to ask about boundaries and such. Your mother says that you had shown interest in meeting me and seeing how we’re similar?” He says, the question clear in his voice. Marinette opens her mouth to respond, then frowns.

“Just like that? We’re gonna meet, just like that?” She asks, hoping that her distrustful tone doesn’t push the man away.

“I’ll admit that I was going to ask if you would mind a paternity test. After speaking with your mother, I have no doubts, but I thought it might make you feel better. And of course, if you would prefer to just act as though I didn’t speak to your parents and go on with your trip, we can do that as well. I just- I was caught off guard, if I’m being honest.” Bruce Wayne- her father- says.

“I’ll do it. I- I would like to get to know you. I can’t have a relationship with Bridgette, but if my parents are okay with it, I do want a relationship with you.” Marinette admits, holding her breath as she waits for an answer. There’s silence on the other end for a long moment, but just as Marinette’s about to apologize and tell him he can go and pretend she doesn’t exist, he answers. His voice a little softer this time.

“I would like that.”

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The paternity test came out positive, to no one’s surprise. Bruce had given Marinette the option of meeting somewhere more public (like a restaurant or museum) to bond, or coming over to the manor. Not quite ready to deal with the possibility of paparazzi and the rumors (no matter how true they may be) that would stem from a public visit, Marinette agreed to going to the manor for dinner. Which is how she ended up sitting in silence in a town car with a man who seemed like he knew more than he was letting on.

“So, you’re the one who raised Mr. Wayne?” Marinette asks, not quite ready to call the man “Dad” or any variation of the word. The man nods and she meets his eyes in the rearview mirror.

“Indeed, Miss. I am Alfred Pennyworth.” The man, Monsieur Pennyworth, says calmly. She tries not to let the frustration that she feels building show on her face. She feels like she should know this man, like there’s something important that she’s just barely missing.

“Have we met before?” Marinette finally asks, racking her brain as she tries to figure out why this man is so familiar to her.

“I don’t believe so, Miss Dupain Cheng.” He says, and for the first time since meeting him, it doesn’t feel like he’s all knowing. Instead, it feels like he’s just as confused as she is. Drat. She opens her mouth to question him more, when the huge manor becomes visible in the distance. Eyes widening, Marinette forgets everything else and turns her attention to the beautiful architecture. The giant fence and metal gates do little to hide the massive house. Sections of the house rise above others, almost as if there are towers. Dozens of windows are visible, as is the giant fountain at the front of the house. Ripping her sketchbook out of her bag, Marinette immediately starts sketching out the ideas that attack her mind. Dresses and suits and skirts, all using the architecture in front of her for the basic shapes of the outfits. As the car goes past the gate and the gardens come into view, Marinette can’t hold back her shocked gasp. Shaped hedges and flowers, hundreds of different colored flowers, and trees and- it was beautiful. Almost too perfect. Like something that belonged in a movie. She jumps slightly as the car door is opened, Alfred standing on the other side with an eyebrow quirked up. Right. She was actually getting out of the car. And going into this massive house. And spending time with her biological- nope. She can’t do this. She can’t-

“Miss Dupain Cheng, if it makes you feel any better, Master Bruce seems to have run into some traffic on his way back from the office. You’ll have a few minutes to gather your bearings inside before he arrives.” Alfred says softly. Relief washes over her and she nods, finally moving to get out of the car.

“Thank you, Alfred.” She says, smiling at the man. He nods back at her before leading her up the steps to the door. He opens it and then steps back, allowing her to take a tentative step into the house. Her previous panic is pushed aside as she realizes the inside is just as gorgeous as the outside. Immediately turning back to her sketchbook, she tunes out the world around her and just stands in the foyer, scribbling furiously into her sketchbook.

“Um, hi?” A voice says, making Marinette yelp and jump, eyes scanning her surroundings until they fall on a guy. A pretty tall guy.

“Hi.” She says softly, also confused as to who this guy was. Not her- dad-biological father-other part of her DNA-father-Mr. Wayne- not anyone she had ever met, that’s for sure.

“I’m sorry, I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Dick Grayson.” The man says, extending his hand, a smile on his face. Anyone else probably would have thought the smile was sincere, but Marinette had always been good at reading emotions. And she could tell that he was wary of her. Why would he- oh. Grayson. As in, Richard Grayson, as in this man was her brother. Or, well, maybe he wouldn’t want to be. Maybe he would think that she’s ridiculous or that she’s just here to get money or here to try and pull apart Mr. Wayne’s family or maybe he would think that she was trying to take his place and she would never but maybe he would hate her and- She takes in a deep breath, trying desperately to ground herself and wishing she’d taken up Adrien’s earlier offer of him coming with.

“I’m Marinette. Marinette Dupain Cheng.” She finally says, reaching out and shaking his hand. He nods, obviously still confused. So Mr. Wayne hadn’t mentioned her. Did he hate her? Did he ask her here to have her sign a NDA? Did he not want anything to do with her? Of course he wouldn’t, he obviously already had a family. A family that he chose, not one that he had by accident. His name was on her birth certificate, surely he would have found her sooner if he actually wanted anything to do with her? He chose Dick Grayson to be his son. He wanted him. He didn’t want Marinette. He-

“Ah, Marinette. I see you’ve met Dick.” The last voice she needed to hear says calmly as he walks through the door. Marinette swallows back the thickness in her throat, the one that tells her the tears will be starting soon.

“Uh, yes. Mr. Wayne. Um, hi.” She says, flinching slightly when he winces. What did she do wrong this time? Was he really going to tell her to take a hike? If he didn’t hate her before, he surely did now.

“Bruce, what’s going-” Dick starts to ask but is cut off by screaming voices getting closer to them.

“What the hell is wrong with you, Demon Spawn?”

“Not my fault your blocking skills are subpar, Todd.”

“Sub- you almost stabbed me, you little shit!”

“Almost, yes. But I didn’t. I’m sure Father will be pleased with my restraint.”

“You little fu-” “Boys!” Mr. Wayne finally yells as the two screaming walk into view. Both freeze and the younger one’s eyes instantly fall on Marinette, narrowing as he takes a defensive position.

“Another one, Bruce, really?” The older one asks, making Marinette flinch back. Of course. Two more of his sons-her brothers- who he chose. Another two that he wanted. Not like her, someone he was going to be forced to know. Unless he told her tonight that he never wanted to speak to her again and made her sign a paper saying that she would never contact him again and then they would never have to worry about seeing her again and- oh this is a lot.

“What were you two doing?” Mr. Wayne finally asks, and that’s when Marinette sees the weapons in their hands. And the blood on the older man’s shirt. The man turns slightly so that that part of his shirt is hidden when he notices her staring.

“Uh, bonding?” He says, not at all convincing.

“Who is that, Father?” The younger boy asks, the utter distaste clear on both his face and in his tone. And this is it. This is where he’s going to say that she’s no one, she’s nothing, and then he’s going to make her sign that stupid piece of paper and the last chance she has at knowing one of her biological parents is going to fly out the window. Poof. And then she’ll be so embarrassed, she won’t be able to go back on the trip and then she’ll have to change her name but she can’t completely run away yet because of stupid Hawkmoth and-

“This is Marinette, my daughter.” Well that was unexpected.

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caluski · 1 year ago

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Responding to @ikonofilizm 's replies under the cut bc I guess I lied and still have a LOT to say LOL.........

Yeah i guess it sounds like it which is a shame. I mean San Lang was already taller than him, his hair was basically the same length too, the only thing that they'd have to add in his "real" form would be the eyepatch.... But noooooooo the sexy sexy top has to be like 200cm tall and buff and whatever. Over the top, exaggerated masculinity just for the sake of fanservice... I actually liked San Lang too, it matched his personality! But maybe the author found that too close to the Wei Wuxian guy... Maybe? Since - obviously I'm speaking only about his design - but he seemed like this youthful quirky guy and a bit of a meanie. But still, she could've at least explained when and why the fuck Hua Cheng went through a fucking growth spurt while being immortal lol. Even if we take the time between his "rebirth" after taking on the curse in the kingdom and his rejection of ascension, there's just no way of justifying it.......

Yeah.......... I mean I haven't interacted with fandom, I only really looked up the tags on IG in search of fanart while really curious about characters' official and fanon designs, but from the looks of it, from the fanarts and comments and memes, I unfortunately have to agree and it does sound like they kind of make Hua seem like a fucking sex-obsessed freak and not a guy who waited 800 years and then was too fucking nervous to touch his beloved's hand once they finally met. Like I absolutely REFUSE to believe that he WASN'T a virgin just as much as Xie was (on top of everything else he did spend all his life thinking he was ugly after all). He so clearly respected the fact that Xie Lian was in celibate, didn't tease him until literally like the very last part of the novel and even then it was just about fucking kisses, there were even moments when he was like aware that he crossed the line and was sooooo apologetic. Which is why I absolutely do not believe he would wanna coerce Xie into saying passwords like "I wanna suck hua chengs dick sooo bad" ESPECIALLY since he knew Xie would probably only try to contact him at life-threatening moments.

Sucky to hear that.... Like I said I dont think I'd read the comic but I glanced at some screencaps on IG and idk about character design but the art style in itself is actually really pretty. I absolutely love the way that artist draws hair and eyes.......

SO TRUE!!!!!!! I was actually anticipating it so much and I absolutely expected the last two chapters that's just hualian trying to figure out how to make it work and how to make it legal, because theres no way a wedding between the two would have been an easy thing to do. A small part of me thought maybe either Hua would become a heavenly official or Xie would go down to hell or something, and I'm so disappointed that part has been so just.... completely skipped. Not even in extras! :( Hua just mentions "consummating" which obviously implies a marriage (idk if it counts if you consummate just a relationship, as loving as it might be, doesn't it HAVE to be official...?) but that's it....... Heartbreaking........ I could I guess head out to read fanfiction but why bother if it's not official :(

Honestly I might actually read either one of those now that I actually got through this. Although I'm surprised TGCF is considered superior (I even encountered some tweets claiming that...) because I was so sure mdzs is a fan-favorite! I kept seeing it everywhere for years now, if not about the novel then the Manga or the live action show.... But we'll see. Hope it'll be worth looking into!

So I recently finished reading TGCF... But I have a problem with two things. Spoilers ahead obviously.

In human years, Xie Lian is about 10 years older than Hua Cheng, yes? Since Xie Lian gets turned into an immortal at 17 and doesnt physically age anymore... So how is it that Hua Cheng dies before turning 18 like the fortune said? Because he dies as a soldier... But there is no way that a decade has passed before the war, no??? I can't remember exactly - I feel like I've read the whole thing too fast, the timeline feels blurry in my head - but hasn't it been less than a year since Xie Lian steps down to help for the first time? Isn't that when the war breaks out? That should still make Hua Cheng a child, not a nearly adult teenager...

But THEN - even if I assume I misread that and he actually did die at 16-17, where the hell did the adult form of him come from??? Wouldn't that make the one that followed Xie to puqi shrine the "real" form??? Since that's approximately the age he died?? His image with the eyepatch and the pearl bead and all that, it kept being described as a man in his 20s.... I keep trying to think what have I missed, but even the time he gets killed as a "no name" ghost for the first time, too, he's also in his actual time-of-death state. That much was clear. So what was up with the sudden body change? This whole time, between dying as a ghost, to rejecting becoming a god, he was an immortal still, in one way or another. He couldn't age, right??? It was never mentioned that in the process of becoming the ghost king he could mature physically as he was gathering more power. The only thing explained seemed to be the eye part.

What am I missing here????? No doubt there must be something I misread or accidentally skipped, but what.... What's the explanation for it???????????? How did Hua grow more and Xie didn't even though they were both turned immortal at approx the same age????????????????????????

Also, actually another thing that really annoyed me: that damn array password being left unrevealed. Not that I was that curious of what it was, but I expected it to be revealed and it wasn't, not even in the extras (and in the extras it was even revealed what the last mural was which was EXTREMELY obvious and didn't need to be said). So I went on reddit and I only found theories and someone mentioned that the author stated that "it's to stay between hualian". Which made me even more annoyed LOL because it just makes it sound like even she couldn't come up with what it could be. Personally I don't think it would be sexual, since obviously hua had a ton of worshippers and was a pretty boy and everything, so a lot of people, especially residents of ghost town, wouldn't actually mind saying some stupid stuff like praising his dick or something. I think it would be something like "hua cheng is the best husband in the world" because by the time Xie learned it obviously they still weren't a couple and if it was something Xie-specific (like "San Lang" since he's the only one to refer to him with that. He was soooooooo embarrassed of being so in love with Xie Lian he would NEVER force him to say this kind of stuff in fear of revealing too openly wanting to be spoken to in such way).

I don't know LOL I think I'm overthinking this way too much. But I don't want to give too much shit to the author, I think the story was fun and idk I honestly enjoyed it. Should I draw fanart. I kind of want to.... But yeah I think that's all I really have to say about it lol. It was fun! Definitely not watching the anime or reading the comic or anything else. Genuinely surprised there was no *actual* sex scene though. Also no wedding?????? I can't believe there was no wedding.... Have I missed a chapter or two???? How was there no wedding............ That's so crazy. I can forgive the lack of sex scenes but no wedding...... I'm so disappointed. I was actually so excited to read about a god + ghost wedding. That would be so interesting.

#Thank u Zefi for being an enabler of my rambling. Have a wonderful afternoon ❤️❤️❤️

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literatikoo · 3 years ago

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Jess Mariano's alleged communication problems

If there is one thing the Gilmore Girls fandom agrees upon, whether you're team Jess or Dean or Logan, it's that Jess isn't great at communicating. There's just a consensus that he's not great at discussing his problems and that's the number 1 reason why his and Rory's relationship blew up in their face in season 3. But... this is a (somewhat) unfounded complaint? Don't get me wrong, I know Jess can be harsh and rude and really knows how to hit the nail on the head sometimes but there are also multiple instances where he talks after being pushed a little. Like every single time he's talked to Luke about Rory problems ("The girls I like don't give a damn about me," "I told her I loved her" and the infamous swan episode) or when he tells Rory, a girl he barely knows, that his mom doesn't want him back for Christmas.

The problem with Jess is that he picks and chooses who to communicate too. He definitely doesn't talk about Liz to Luke because he knows that Luke just doesn't believe that Liz is a bad person and a neglectful mother. And seriously, we've seen Luke enable Liz' terrible behaviour multiple times on the show, do you really think he would've believed whatever Jess had to say about her? He talks to Rory about Liz that one time and she doesn't believe him either and both we and Jess know that she has a right to that because she's never met Liz, but this is still enough for Jess to never bring her up again (at least from what we see) because he's a 17 year old kid with a terrible relationship with his parents. NO 17 year old kid who's been treated bad by their parents would want to open up about it because it's pretty strongly ingrained in us that having negative emotions against your parents is WRONG. On the other hand, Jess knows that Luke sees his and Rory's relationship and may even help because he has his own unique relationship with the Gilmore Girls, which is why he's much more open about Rory and even seeks advice on occasion.

Now, let's talk about Jess' less than stellar communication moments:

1. Lying about school and Walmart: Jess skives off school a LOT to work at Walmart and save up money. He doesn't tell anyone about it. Why? Because for everyone else in Stars Hollow, and for most of us too, school is important and education is a positive thing needed for growth. But who knows how often Jess went to school before SH, we already know he has a bad relationship with the educational system but why? When he goes back to NY in s2 it's obvious he's not going to school and we know Liz moved around a lot so he may be a lot more behind in school than we know. Yes, he's smart and he reads a lot but that's not enough to do well in school; you need to be able to conform a fair amount and I don't think Jess even went enough to know that. Jess already wasn't planning on going to college and he knows that living with Luke is temporary, which is why he puts more importance into saving up money. He was already working for the future, just in a different way from everyone else. It's obvious that he also wasn't planning to flunk out of school, it happened because he wasn't attending enough not because he was failing (which pisses me off so much don't even get me started). He was going to graduate and then he was going to use the money he saved up while looking for a job that suited him. And that's a pretty solid plan honestly, especially since he didn't have the luxury to suddenly decide to go to 4 year college because his girlfriend told him too like Dean. But this is something else he just couldn't talk about to Luke or Rory, who both think he's capable of great things within the academic sphere. Mind you, once Luke found out he was skipping school he didn't deal with things in the best way either. He stole his car, effectively cutting off Jess' last bit of independence. I really feel like Jess was just waiting to graduate before he had THE talk with Rory about their future, and it was obvious he was thinking longterm ("22.8 miles"). That is before everything goes to shit.

2. Keg! Max!: Let me preface this by saying that Jess definitely made irreversible mistakes in this episode... but it wasn't for the lack of trying. This is the episode that he finds out he's not graduating and we can see him struggling with this information, he's tense and angry and his emotions are simmering. His interactions with Rory, which are usually so easygoing, are surrounded by this air of finality. At this moment, he knows he's going to lose her and his home with Luke because that's what the deal was. But he still goes with her to that party and he still does the bare minimum of mingling. Throughout the party he tells Rory that he wants to leave, I'm guessing to talk to her about what happened. But they don't (this is NOT Rory's fault btw, she had no way to know what happened either) and instead Jess' emotions get the better of him. This is the first of the two instances where we really see how non communicative Jess can be. However I still maintain that if Dean hadn't gotten involved, Jess and Rory would've been able to talk. (fuck Dean)

3. Jess leaves: This is the second case where we see him being truly non communicative, and unfortunately I don't have much to say in his defence. Except that he probably was still reeling from losing his home and meeting his Dad and just didn't know how to put that insane amount of emotion into words. He also probably thought that Rory just didn't want to talk to him anymore because of how terribly he treated her, especially since he was just going to give her more bad news. He could see himself self destructing, and didn't want Rory to be collateral damage.

4. Smaller instances (Swan song, Not calling Rory, fighting with Lorelai): Okay, I think the swan incident was Rory's fault, because he was telling her the truth and just didn't want to get into it in front of Emily. But she wasn't ready to hear it until she talked to Dean, which honestly was a sucky move on her part. The not calling her when he said he would while they were dating in that one random episode was also a similar misunderstanding. The thing in common with both of these instances was that he was ready to learn afterwards; he said he was willing to go back to Emily's house and he bought them tickets to the Distillers and from what the show tells us they had a lot more consistent date nights after that. This was Jess' first proper relationship and he was really trying. Now the Lorelai thing... he just didn't want her in his business. They had no relation to each other and she was very condescending to him the first time they met, he wasn't great either but when an adult talks to you the way she did after you've just been uprooted at your mothers whims, you tend to hate them a little. And honestly I always thought that Jess being weirded out by Lorelai's involvement in his and Rory's relationship was more normal 17 year old behaviour than Dean being overly friendly with her.

So, in conclusion, because he made two big fatal communication mistakes, he's labelled as the broody non talking type. When we see most of the characters actually do the same (Rory drops out of Yale and cuts off ties with her mother, Lorelai sleeps with Christopher after months of miscommunication with Luke, Luke doesn't tell Lorelai, his fiance, that he has a daughter), seriously, they've all made mistakes and this doesn't diminish the mistakes that Jess has made and the hurt he has caused, but he also doesn't deserve to have non communicative as a personality trait. If it was seriously that big of a problem, he wouldn't have been able to grow from it that quickly (by the end of s4) and by reading self help books of all things. I also think it comes off like that because he was in the show for so little time, and that's what the writers chose to focus on.

So tldr, Jess isn't as non communicative as the show wants us to believe and he definitely isn't broody.

#gilmore girls #gilmore girls meta #jess mariano #rory gilmore #luke danes #liz danes #lorelai gilmore #literati #character meta #jess mariano meta #anti dean forrester #not really but my entire blog is anti dean forrester so

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seresukuin · 2 years ago

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Title: I’d love to see me from your POV

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Beautiful is in all things. Rather it is a simple bee or a picture, everything is beautiful. Not to Rayne Mikazuki. She is shy and introverted, and would much rather be surrounded by books than people but that's not the way life works, unfortunately; at least in the college, she's starting.

Not fitting the standards of looks in society, she has faced many insecurities and decided to ignore the world until the school's top delinquent, Kakucho Hitto, a second year, notices this strange, shy, yet perfect being. She noticed him too, hence, noticed. Her heart oddly skipped a beat when he looked at her.

When push comes to shove, Rayne realizes she feels something for Kakucho. She slowly learns to open up to him, trusting that he loves her the way she is. To her surprise, she got more than she bargained for but all she wants to do is see herself from his point of view.

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Hey! This has been on my mind lately and I am very excited to see where this goes! This story is also available on Wattpad! Maybe soon on Ao3! But please enjoy this story and leave positive comments and reblog! Please refrain from plagiarism! Thankies!

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Chapter one:

People's perspectives are not always correct, sometimes, they can be accurate. It is scary to want to know how others view us in a world like ours, especially during this time of age. I always asked my mother the same question to only get the same response, a response that I was not particularly surprised at. That question you ask? Why do people want us to fit into societies beauty standards? Her response was "well baby, beauty can mean a lot of things. Everything the light touches is beautiful, is it not?" I looked at her with the upmost confusion, I was like 10 at this point anyway.

Mom gave me a genuine smile before heaving a sigh "no matter what this world says about beauty, everyone is beautiful. A person with a bad heart is still beautiful deep down inside. We are like flowers, some of us bloom in the dirtiest of water but that does not mean we are not beautiful like the rest of the flowers in the pond or on the green grass" I still did not understand until she broke it down even more, for a woman like my mother, I did not understand how she saw everything in the most positive way possible.

"Think of it this way baby, the lotus flower is regarded as a symbol of purity, enlightenment, self-regeneration, and rebirth. its characteristics are a perfect analogy for the human condition: even when its roots are in the dirtiest waters, the lotus produces the most beautiful flower. Do you get it?" I just nodded my head since she answered my question like a college professor, mom broke it down in a way that my 10-year-old head would understand. Beauty is in everything.

Or so my ass thought and here is why. By age 11, we start to hit that annoying puberty stage. The periods, the mood swings like a pregnant woman, the hunger, all of it becomes repetitive at some point in time. Of course, there are some things we can do to get rid of the woman that knocks on the door at the same time every month like birth control, but not always does it work. That is the sucky part.

Now, we all start to develop our bodies as well. We go through a growth spurt of some sort. I feel like our puberty makes our bodies how they are supposed to be which sucks in many ways because we all get body types that we did not ask for but who says we cannot change that? I was what I call unlucky. I ended up with a body type that I hated so much.

I was on the...curvier side of the coin. As in, I was short and chubby. If you were to look at a ripe pear, that was me but in human form. It was the damn genetics of my mother and father because I did not understand how I looked the way I did but my sisters were petite and pretty while I looked like a damn fruit. This was where I did not fit into societies beauty standards. I was considered Fat or Obese.

Being big is not a terrible thing. I hate how people wanted to change everyone's style or figure into the material fashion models or the small face, tiny waist, size two which there is nothing wrong with as well. This world was fucked up in so many ways. There were some people in this world who did not accept others as they were since they did not fit their preferred woman or man.

Now, the real part begins.

Once upon a time, I wished I were happy. Happy enough to love me, happy enough to be me. There was not a day that went by that I wished for a dream to come true, at 18, you think you can do whatever you want but once you hit that stage in your life where adulthood comes around, it hits you like a train as it did me at 15.

Envy is a sign of admiration; hate is the epitome of destruction. My mother taught me that. Envy was a terrible thing, it came with jealousy, it made you out to be someone you are not, and it destroyed relationships; just like hate. Hate is a strong word; it should never be used but I would be a hypocrite if I said I never used it.

Life hits you like a train sometimes, sometimes, you cannot stop things from happening, you just need to let it happen. That is what I hated the most about my parent's divorce, I could not stop it and for that, I grew a deep hatred for the man I called my father.

He left my mother for a cougar who just wanted his money, nothing more. My father was too stupid to see that, of course, he fell in love with her because she played him like a toy. My four siblings went with him and disowned my mom, I hated them too. My mother was the only person I had in my life besides my grandmother, my aunts were there too but I was not around them much. I was always with my grandma or mother.

At the age of 15, I had to get a job to support the bills in the house with my mother. We made a routine, a routine that worked for us. She took care of the gas and water; I took care of the Electric and phone. My father left us with nothing when he left, he took the furniture, he took the money, he took everything but the house that was luckily in my mother's name.

He could not touch it even if he tried, I was glad for that. Eventually, I moved up in employment to a bakery where I made a lot more than I did at the grocery store stocking. Mom was an equine doctor, I loved being around the horses when I visited her job. We got the decorations we always wanted, it looked how it would when I got my own someday. Our life was hard yet comfortable...at least for my mom.

I say this because mom never knew what was going on with me outside of the house because I did not want to stress her out with my issues. I had a friend. Her name was Yuki Totsuka, my best friend. I was the shy girl in school, the one who never engaged in conversations, the one who sat by themselves every day, and walked home alone every day. I was a loner. That was until Yuki came to me, she was the sweetest and friendliest being on this earth.

One day, we were in first grade, and I had cut myself by accident with scissors. I did not know what to do because I feared telling the teachers. Yuki came to me and put my finger in her mouth to stop the bleeding. I did not know how a first grader like me that would do but I was shocked. She ripped off a piece of her shirt and wrapped my finger, that is the moment we became friends. That is when I opened my heart for the first time.

We went through all elementary and middle school; my life was golden. She was the reason for my happiness. We did everything together until the 8th grade...that is when my life went dark. On the day of middle school graduation, I went to Yuki's house so we could go together. I could not fathom what I saw when I walked into her room, I stood in the doorway looking at her hanging body that was dangling from her ceiling. I did not want to believe it; I did not want to think about it, but I was the one who found my best friend that took her own life.

I was selfish, so selfish that I did not ask her how she was. I felt as if she tried keeping me and only me happy instead of herself, that was until I found the note. I read it thousand times over...she ended her life because her parents were getting divorced, and she did not want to be without them both, so she made it easier for both.

In the letter, she told me she loved me like her own sister, she could not have asked for better. Love...that word was something I grew to hate because my best friend was taken from me, and I loved her like my sister as well. That is why I hated my father so much because divorce was the reason my best friend was dead.

High school. The beginning of a new chapter. I regretted every second of it because depression kicked my ass so hard that I could not recognize myself, and I was bullied along with it. I graduated high school with honors and 5 scholarships to cover my full four years of college. I was going to Shibuya university at 18 years old. I was thankful that I was smart enough to graduate early. I passed my exams to see if I was ready to go to school with 100s. Shibuya university did not hesitate to allow me to enter their school.

I was thankful because if I were in debt for college, it would have made my life harder. My majors were going to be pediatrics and Psychology, I had a thing for medicine. I wanted to heal people and be a therapist or a mentor for teenagers and kids that were going through a rough time. I wanted to be the person they could turn to since I could not do it for Yuki.

I did not have any friends, after Yuki's death I was on my own, I did not trust anyone, and I was not planning on it. My only friends were my mother and my four great Danes that were nothing but my favorite things to be around, mommy thought I was too lonely, so she adopted 4 great Dane siblings which were crazy for her since they were half the size of horses, not that I minded.

Now was the first day of college. I was lucky enough to wear what I wanted but I was also worried. Should I be? I didn't know and I sort of didn't care. My planned outfit was a long sleeved black turtle neck with high waisted blue jeans and thigh high boot heels. The shirt hugged every nook and cranny of my torso, the annoying part of It all was the fact that my boobs were so large that you could make out the shape of them. see why I wasn't ready?

My pants didn't make It better, It shaped my hips and hugged my ass so well I almost adored It. Almost. The heels were not huge heels, 2 Inch to be exact which still made me feel like I was very small. My brown and blonde ombré hair was styled into a half up half down hair do with a bow in the back, my bangs touched the rim of my glasses that barely touched my sterling eyes, I had to order new contacts since Xena decided to destroy them.

I was absolutely nervous I had my face in my book as I walked through the gates of Shibuya university, the air was brisk, not too cold, but not warm. The breeze was enough to make you shiver but not enough to cover yourself with a sweater, "woah who's that?" a male said as I passed by, this is the part I didn't want to deal with. Especially with being new, I decided it was only right for me to ignore everyone else around me and get the hell in this school but of course, that didn't go as planned.

"She's gorgeous" I slowly eyed the female with light brown hair that was standing next to the group of guys that were against the brick wall of the main building, that's when my eyes caught his. They were two different colors, the left one was a beautiful reddish brown color while the other was a cloudy grey. He had a scar that looked like a lightening bolt struck him on the right side of his face, it was unique and really made me wonder the story behind it. His hair was styled in a Aegean style that fit him very nicely, he looked like a jock. I looked away from him then looked at my book again.

I wasn't one to judge who people hung out with, everyone had their preferences of friends. However, I didn't bother. The school was huge, the inside looked like those schools in the fairytales. There was a huge grand stairwell that went two different ways, one was A-B and the next was C-D. I was guessing that whichever hall you were in was the way you went, the school also looked traditional but the way they combined the two was pretty impressive.

I walked up the stairs in a slow manner, I wasn't trying to rush but yet again, I did want to get a good seat. Looking around what seemed to be the A hall, the numbers were between even and odd, even numbers were first. I made my way to my class while looking around for the one I was supposed to be in. I caught the number 1-A. I turned into the lecture hall-like classroom.

The class was huge, it stooped down as a lecture hall setting would in the American colleges. I sat in the middle row next to the huge window that looked out to Shibuya, I didn't realize how high up we were until I looked a bit down. We were pretty high. The scenery was beautiful, the classroom smelled like lavender which was my favorite scent, and everything seemed to be going right. For now.

It wasn't long before students started coming in, I had my head in my hand as I read my book. I was reading Hunted by P.c and Kristen cast. I couldn't find the next book so my stop during the day was going to be to the library. "Oh! She's in our class too!" I heard the voice of the girl who called me pretty earlier, I was nervous to even speak so I didn't look back. Instead, I shifted a bit away so I was comfortable enough to cross my legs under the long curved table. My bag was beside me because I didn't think anyone would sit next to me.

I shut my book and turned my head to look out of the window, I suddenly got this strange feeling of someone's eyes on me. I didn't want to turn my head but I did, I slowly moved my eyes to the right to see a male looking right at me. The same one from outside. It was like he was studying me as if he was trying to figure out who I was, his gaze for some odd reason didn't bother me.

"Good morning everyone, today we will be focusing on our essays that I told you about on your first day here. But first, we have a new student in our honors class! Her name is Rayne Mikazuki, I expect you all to treat her with kindness. Especially our upperclassmen, do show your kindness by showing her around the school" I was more than embarrassed, everyone was staring at me. Again. I held my arms under my breasts with my head turned.

The way he had said my name was a bit dramatic, my name meant Counsel, helpful friend; Song. In Scandinavian origin, it is known as a variant of Raina and the meaning of Rayne is In 'counselor or mighty'. In Hebrew it means 'song'. The meaning of Rayne in French origin is 'queen', and in American origin, it refers to 'abundant blessings from above'. Rayne is an alternative form of the Latin name Regina, meaning 'lady'. It also has Scottish origin which derives from a habitation place name called Rayne which is situated in Aberdeenshire, Scotland. I was glad my name had some meaning.

Noticing the shyness the teacher chuckled before turning to the board "psst" my eyebrow instantly twitched, I looked at the tiny piece of paper that was folded beside me.I secretly took it then opened it, I eyed down 'hey, call me 241 xxx xxxx ;) good time fluffy lady yeah?' I scoffed under my breath and shook my head a bit, absolutely ridiculous I thought, I crinkled it up and then flicked it making the paper into the trash can. Snorts of small laughter could be heard from the row above me, I was over this day already and its only the first day.

#hitto kakucho #bonten #kantou manji gang #toman #tokyo rev smut #18andup #aged up #college #au story

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worstloki · 4 years ago

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So I found the concept art of Loki’s arrival.

Um.

What. The. Heck.

Okay, one, he looks rather as if he appears in a cloud of blue fire, which, although cool, AoA has shown us how Loki appearing a cloud of fire can mean Very Bad Things.

Two, his helmet seems to have sticky and/or wet stuff dripping from it? I do not even want to start thinking about the possible implications of that.

Three...he’s really hunched over. Like, whoa. He looks like someone kicked him in the stomach right before sending him through the portal. He also might be on his hands and knees, I can’t tell because of the blue smoke obscuring his hands- he might just be really bent over. Either way, this is Not a sign of someone who is here willingly and in perfect health. He looks like he’s literally fresh out of Something Really Bad.

Not to get overly poetic and weird (I have been writing SO MUCH, so my brain is firmly stuck in “say things look like other things” mode), but that concept art, to me, makes Loki look like a little like a slave who’s relieved at being sent to do something because they won’t have to face their master and his whip for a little while. Unfortunately, this also makes him look like less of a villain, so Marvel of course didn’t stick to it. (He does still look pretty bad tho in the arrival scene we got- did they honestly think we wouldn’t notice him almost falling? tWiCe?!? And easing himself down in the back of that truck like it hurts to move? And clenching his teeth with tears in his eyes just before the Other touches him? Did Marvel *seriously* think we’d see all of that and think “yes, this is completely Loki being an evil sucky dictator and not influenced or controlled or hurt in any way whatsoever”?

How stupid does Marvel think we are?!

They’d intended for the torture to be heavily implied enough to be picked up on without making it a main focus or making people doubt the motives of the central antagonist too much.

Making his arrival to earth be in worse condition does help in making him more blatantly sympathetic, but it does less to convince the audience of whose side they should be rooting for, and in a movie which should keep a general clear-cut line of who the heroes and villains are (wouldn’t want things to be too confusing 🙄) they tend to introduce major villains strongly to get an impression across (*cough* Thanos *cough*).

Also would’ve made the movie darker if they put heavy torture references in? I mean, if the scene played out the same with SHIELD but Loki was in worse condition and still took out the agents easily, I’d be more concerned, but also more people would go “wait this don’t add up :/“ when he’d later be healed and 1v1 anyone, or when his initial condition is never brought up again.

He already comes across kneeling in canon and I think that’s pretty neat. Kinda disappointed it’s never brought up in-universe again.

I honestly can’t believe they had to confirm the mind stone thing and only did it after years.

#i get that some stuff is subtext #but they still show Loki clearly in bad condition and being influenced by the mind stone #they could’ve made his eyes glow an eerie blue and I think people would still doubt the torture?#even though we literally see the Other threaten and hurt him???????????#it’s weird #YouAskedSoThisIsOnYou #YASTIOY

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mydekuacademia · 4 years ago

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Isn’t It Lovely?

Moving into the dorms seemed like a dream come true for (y/n). They could finally live free from their bleak home life, or so they thought. A Todoroki x reader fic loosely inspired by Lovely by Billie Eilish

Warnings: inappropriate touching, abuse, sucky parents, overall angst, cussing. Please, please don’t read if any of this could be triggering to you!!!!

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Howdy! Yet another unrequested fic I’m writing instead of emptying out my inbox (don’t worry, i’ll get to those too!!)

Going to UA was the greatest accomplishment of your life. You had spent years honing your skills in your quirk usage and general hand-to-hand combat - you were good. You’d made it into class 1A without issue, comfortably situated among the top in the class, but not so showy as to appear overconfident. It wasn’t long before you caught the eye of the son of the #2 hero - Todoroki Shouto.

It wasn’t until your fellow classmate, Midoriya Izuku, broke through Todoroki’s walls that the stoic boy began opening up to you. Within a few weeks of your friendship, he told you about his home life - the story behind his scar, the loss of his oldest brother, the intense training sessions. As you held his shaking form close, you realized just how important he was to you. You wanted him to be able to tell you anything, and you wanted to tell him everything too.

But you couldn’t. Not when he already had so much on his plate.

Soon after Todoroki, Midoriya, and Iida battled Hero Killer Stain, you decided you had to tell Todoroki how you felt. Your high school career was obviously going to be much more dangerous than anticipated, so who knew how much longer you’d have to say something? Much to your surprise, after a moment of tense silence, he muttered that he returned your feelings, a light blush coloring his cheeks. Thus started the best relationship of your life.

The events of the year didn’t make your relationship easy. It seemed like one of you was always injured or training, but you did your best to make time for each other. Just when you began to get tired of being pulled fifty different ways, the dorms were implemented.

Your parents were none too happy about you moving out at such a young age, but Aizawa managed to convince them it was for your own safety. You didn’t know how to tell your teacher that your adamant agreement was for reasons other than villain attacks.

You were overjoyed to find out that your dorm was on the same floor as Shouto’s; finally, you could have more time together! You dreamed of study dates in the common room, movie marathons in your dorms, quiet mornings before your classmates woke up and calm evenings after they went to sleep. You could calm him down when he woke up from nightmares, and maybe you could finally tell him everything you hadn’t gathered the courage to before. Maybe you could actually work up the nerve to let yourself be weak in front of him.

Unfortunately, life had other plans for you.

The day you were set to move in, your mother got called in to work unexpectedly, meaning she would be unable to help you bring your belongings to the dorms. That meant your father would have to help you instead. When you found out, your breath caught in your throat - this was exactly what you were trying to avoid. You never wanted him to know which building was yours, let alone which room. There was nothing you could do now though.

You walked into the common room of the 1A Heights Alliance, arms loaded with boxes and head lowered. You almost made it to the staircase when a soothing voice spoke from behind you.

“(Y/n)? What’s wrong?” Shouto asked. You instantly dropped your boxes and hugged him around the waist, burying your face in his collarbone.

“It’s nothing, Shouto. The move is just stressful, you know?”

He hummed in response, wrapping you up in his arms and kissing the top of your head. “Is there anything I can do to help? I can carry some of those boxes.”

You shook your head and pulled away just enough to kiss his cheek. “They’re not heavy. Thank you though.” The moment was broken by a honeyed voice coming from behind you.

“Who’s this, (y/n)? A friend of yours?”

Your face instantly hardened, and you pulled away from Shouto and stiffly lifted your boxes from the floor. “Do you have my stuff?” you asked with a steely tone.

“Of course! Lead the way.”

You were about to open the door to the stairs when Shouto spoke up again, quieter this time. “Who is this, (y/n)?”

You barely glanced up to meet his eyes. “My father.”

He stood a few inches taller than you, with an athletic build and domineering presence. You had his nose and mouth, but not much else to give away your relation.

“I’ll see you later, Shou.” With that, you entered the stairwell and began the trek up to the fifth floor, your father trailing behind you.

“Was that young man Endeavor’s son?” your father asked innocently.

“Yes.”

“Todoroki Shouto, correct?”

“Yes.”

“And what is your relationship with him?”

You exited the stairwell and walked to your door. Your father grew irritated.

“(Y/n), I asked you a question.”

You continued ignoring him and opened the door to your new room, which was disconcertingly bare. You hadn’t gotten two steps in when you heard the door slam shut behind you and felt yourself being spun around. Your boxes hit the floor with a dull thud.

“Are you dating him?” your father growled.

Now, this didn’t phase you terribly. Unfortunately, this wasn’t a rare occurrence at home. This was what you never wanted Shouto to know about. Your father was just as bad as his.

“I paid for years of the best training there is, I got you into the prestigious UA, and this is how you repay me? By whoring yourself out to the first pretty boy you see?” His volume was rising with each word.

“Father, please, we’re in public,” you mumbled.

A vein bulged in his temple. “You don’t get to tell me what to do! I’m your father!” With that, he brought a hand up and slapped you with every ounce of his strength. Your head snapped to the side, and you fell to the floor, landing on a small box and badly bruising your side and hip.

With a small whimper, you begged your father to stop. “Please, someone could hear. Please, stop.”

He dropped to his knees next to you and tugged your shirt up just enough to reveal the waistband of your pants, eyes crazed. “Maybe if I tighten your belt, that boy won’t be trying to take your pants off.”

Your eyes widened dramatically, hardly seeing anymore due to your panic and pain. “Dad, stop! Please! What the hell are you doing?”

Before he could make any more to follow up on his statement, your door burst open, revealing one very angry Torodoki Shouto. Frost climbed up his right hand, and sparks danced on the fingers of his left hand. “Get your fucking hands off them, right now.”

“Ah, if it isn’t the pretty boy himself. Come to use my pathetic child?” your father replied, undeterred by the furious glint in Shouto’s eyes.

Ignoring your father’s words, Shouto swung his right arm in front of him, sending a wave of ice at your father and freezing him to the wall, leaving his head uncovered. He then dropped to his knees next to you and helped you into a sitting position, arm behind your back and other hand on your shoulder.

“Aizawa is on his way. I told him your father was acting suspicious,” Shouto said quietly. “He’s not going anywhere for the time being. Let’s go, okay?”

You silently nodded and allowed him to help you to your feet. Aizawa made it to your room just as you limped out.

“(Y/n)? Are you limping?” Aizawa asked lowly. You nodded and stared at your feet. “Where is he?” he asked in a growl.

“I froze him to the wall. I walked in on him hurting (y/n),” Shouto explained tightly. “I’m taking them to my room. You can find us there when you’re done.” Aizawa must have nodded, because Shouto placed an arm around your shoulders and led you to his room. When you got situated on his futon, he grabbed your hand and lifted your chin so you were eye to eye.

“How long has this been going on?”

You shrugged. “A while, I guess. Few years.”

Shouto’s eyes widened for a moment, before narrowing a bit. “Why didn’t you tell me? I could have helped get you out.” His pained tone made your heart ache.

“You had enough to deal with as it was. You didn’t need this too,” you whispered.

“I would have done it for you, though. Anything for you.”

You leaned into his side and buried your face in his neck. “I was going to tell you after we got settled into our dorms. I thought this would be my way out, that maybe I could move on. But he- he never goes away. I hoped to actually make it out someday, but I guess I just got my hopes up. I guess I’ll never actually be free, huh?” You chuckled bitterly.

“You can be free with me,” Shouto whispered. “I’ll keep you safe, always. He’ll never get near you again as long as I’m around.” He lifted your chin and placed a light kiss on your lips. “Stay here with me for a while, okay? I’m sure Aizawa won’t mind. And if he does, screw him.” He wrapped his arms securely around you and pulled you into a tight hug. “Welcome home, (y/n).”

#todoroki shouto #todoroki x reader #boku no hero academia #bnha #bnha x reader #my hero academia #mha #mha x reader #tw abuse

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2018shawn · 5 years ago

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quarantine and chill

warnings: I haven’t written in a while so this may be sucky but have fun kids. not proof read : ----) nsfw/sexy times

“I already rearranged your wardrobe three times because for the first time in my life, I couldn’t watch another episode of Friends!” She exhaled, slumping herself down onto the second wheeled chair, her weight shifting the leather seated pew a few inches away from her other half who sat opposite, legs opened wide, still engaged deep in his work.

“You did?” He smirked somewhat, finally diverting his eyes away from the pages in front of him and swivelling his chair to situate himself completely parallel to her crossed armed, sulking figure.

“Yeah… I mean, first I did it in sleeve length, because you might want to dress weather appropriate. Then I didn’t like that, so I changed it to style of item, so all your tee shirts, then all your shirts, then all your sweaters etc etc…” She was rambling, but it made him smile. His heart was warm with the little gestures she’d always put into their relationship and she didn’t even know she was doing it. He also loved how her hands would wave around expressively every time she would babble on about things that weren’t particularly of any importance, just like she was doing now. He stretched out his arm and wrapped his fingers around the pad of the seat where her legs weren’t covering as she’d somehow pulled them up, holding them close to her chest. With one swift tug, the chair glided along the studio floor, only stopping when it came into contact with his own chair, disallowing for her to be any closer. “But then I eventually decided on colour order, which isn’t of any practicality whatsoever, but… it looks pretty” She shrugged, outstretching her legs to rest over his thick thighs which were unfortunately covered by his I’m in isolation sweat shorts.

His hands synchronously, starting at her ankles, traced her soft legs, leaving a trail of goose pimples behind from his delicate touch. He’d always wondered how someone could get their skin to be this level of soft 24/7, but she always insisted that it was just down to the vanilla pumpkin body butter she used all year round, despite the fact it was a seasonal fragrance. “I’m just… BORED” She groaned, not allowing his hands to get any higher than the bottom of her own gym shorts, because that was just too much of a dangerous territory for his hands to be in without her feeling like melted butter. He happily allowed their hands to entwine, more than approving of any bodily contact with her. Her legs were still strewn over his, their bodies looking like a complicated position of figures, but to them, it was the most comfortable thing in the world.

Her bum was barely resting on her own seat, and was more supported by the way her legs slotted through the arm rest of his chair mixed with the strength of his arms, feeling the need to try pull her as close as possible. “I’ll finish up here, bub. I’m sorry” He apologetically smiled, but he knew full well how much she understood his need to keep in contact and communicate with his team. He followed his statement by tugging gently, but strongly enough to shift her weight, allowing her body to completely disconnect with the office chair she was sat on. He pulled her close enough so that their chests were almost touching, and for once, she was towering over him due to the sitting position they’d found themselves in. She attempted to look down at his chiseled features, wanting nothing more than to stay this close to him forever, but her wild hair fell in front of her eyes, restricting her view. She blew on it several times, in an attempt to move the auburn, bouncy waves but failing miserably.

Laughing up at her, he untangled his fingers that were still being held captive in hers, and brought his hands up to push her wild lion-like mane behind her ears. “Hi...” he almost whispered, more than happy to see her stunning features smiling back at him.

Just as she was about to reply, he cut her short, to her surprise, his lips landing on hers with the softest yet eager passion, almost as if his life depended on the kiss. She moaned quietly into his lips in return, which made his dick twitch with lust beneath her as she unknowingly turned him on, just like most days. He wanted her more and more each second that past. And that feeling was more than mutual.

Their lips were wet, making up for the time he’d been working in his home studio and she’d be pottering around upstairs in an attempt to put a stop to her boredom. His hands tangled in her now extra messy hair, whilst hers balled up the fabric of his shirt in her hands. She was the first to pull away, finishing the romancing with a nose boop. He’d never understood how someone could be incredibly, painfully sexy at the same time as being adorably sweet. “Shawn... I'm...” Kiss. “So...” Kiss. “Bored.” She finished with a smile, wriggling her legs in an attempt to try and get out of the locked position but failing immensely.

Ironically, the force of her pushing down in an attempt to try and get herself up was not helping the situation happening in his gym shorts and he wasn’t sure if she knew. She of course, did know, and was an expert at playing him to his weaknesses, knowing absolutely full well he loved nothing more than for her to be on top of him.

“Let’s go on a date.” He blurted quietly, face still as close as could be. She screwed up her face which way by far her normal reaction to a suggestion such as this. “Erm, Shawn... I don’t know if you’ve spent that much time down here you’ve forgotten there’s a worldwide PANDEMIC...” she theatrically began, “meaning you, nor I, are in any position to leave that god damn front door... unless it’s time for our daily 60 minute walk outside” She rested herself on the studio desk, careful not to lean back a touch too much and start pressing a bunch of buttons she had absolutely no idea how to work. The one time he left her in charge to press one single button, she ended up deleting the backing track and setting his microphone to auto tune. Still to this day has he never even figured out himself how to do that.

“Doesn’t mean I can’t wine and dine you” He smirked, mirroring her movements by placing a hand either side of her, the muscles in his arms bulging as he gripped onto the wooden surface so he didn’t fall for her more than he already had. She never showed any signs of feeling it, but she was hot. And bothered. And everything in between.

“Oh...” she quietened, cheeks blushing slightly crimson after her dramatic reminder that they were in fact in quarantine.

“So, if it’s possible, go make yourself look even prettier than you do now and meet me in the kitchen at 7pm” he smiled, fingers finding their way back to her soft hair, and not for the first time this evening if he had anything to do with it.

She pressed a hand to his chest, and tried to make it look like it didn’t take all of her effort to move his firm body. They both knew it did, and he was smug. She walked away with just a touch extra of a hip sway, not needing eyes in the back of her head to know he was staring like a 13 year old boy. “It’s an... isolation date” she smiled, turning round to look at him again, her figure leaning into the doorframe, fingers tapping on the sound proofed walls. The walls that had heard their screams so many times before. The walls he wished she wasn’t walking out of right now.

She was humming along to some summer walker song she barely knew the name of, applying her favourite shade of Milani lipstick to accentuate her favourite facial feature - her lips. It was a loud hammering on the bedroom door that snapped her out of her concentration, only then just realising how loud her music was playing. The banging repeated when she didn’t respond. To say she was confused would be an understatement; the only person would it would be is Shawn, so why in the heck wouldn’t he just walk into his own bedroom like he normally does without a care in the world? The third attempt of a knock was what interrupted her make up routine in order to swipe down on her phone screen to quieten the music, although she couldn't help but laugh at the same time before she walked over to the door. “Shawn, this is your room you...” She flung the door open and became instantly speechless.

It wasn’t Shawn. It was a greek God with muscles almost bursting out of his black, crisp shirt. A jawline that could cut a bitch. Curls that could make her go dizzy. With another harsh blink and fresh breath, it was only then she realised it was Shawn. “...dumb-ass.” She finally finished her previous sentence, unknowing whether she’d been staring at him for 5 seconds of 5 minutes.

“That’s not a very nice way to address your date...” He began, pulling his arm from around his back and stretching out towards her, his hand holding a single pink rose, “dumb-ass.” How he’d managed to pull a ‘date night’ outfit out of the bag without having access to his room baffled her, but it didn’t take too much of her thought, it simply just left her stumped for words - which is something she wasn't often. “You look incredible” He continued, aware of the silence from her, but instead of pointing out and making a deal about it, he prompted her.

“So do you” She smiled, reaching and taking the rose in one hand, filling the void with her own fingers. He welcomed her gesture, but instead of pulling her in like he normally would, he simple raised her hand and placed a sweet, gentle kiss on the back of her hand which only made her giddy with butterflies.

“Care to join me downstairs?” He smiled, not letting go of her hand and holding it as if he had no other choice. She nodded, feeling nothing but warmth and first date nerves - although it was far from their first date. They chatted on their way down the stairs, Shawn one step below her at all times, making sure he was her weight - he knew high heels were not her strong point. They were most definitely his weakest when it came to seeing them on her.

Some dumb joke he told her on the way into the kitchen made her belly chuckle, almost that much she didn’t see that vast amount of candles and decoration surrounding the dining table that sat adjacent to the open planned kitchen. The white, marble table was covered in tea lights, illuminating the room bar the under cupboard lights shining from the kitchen. A small gift bag was sat in what would be her normal seat. The seat where she'd eaten many a breakfast, cried and laughed uncountable times and on the odd occasion, ridden Shawn until they both physically couldn’t move. “What... I... How?”

He turned around to face her once he’d realised she’d stopped walking and began walking backwards, watching her speechless features taking in every little detail. “If we can’t go for date night, I'll bring date night to you” he shrugged, eventually reaching her chair and pulling it out for her before ushering to have a seat.

The next few moments were spent opening the bottle of wine, which she was grateful for, and both of them getting back to as normal as can be. “Thank you” She interrupted his story on how he’d tried to do something fancy with some asparagus but of course it failed miserably.

“What for?” He laughed, placing the white wine back into the wine colour and lifting her glass towards her, prompting her to do that same. She obliged happily, and the room was filled with the sound of a clink.

“This, it’s beautiful”

“Beautiful setting for a beautiful lady” He took a large sip of his wine, as if he needed the liquid courage, to which unbeknown to her, he did. He laughed nervously, and she instantly knew he was up to something, because the Shawn she knew only shuffled around on his feet and lingered for 2 seconds too long when he was waiting for something to happen. “God, I was going to wait until after dinner but, can I ask you something?”

Bingo.

“Anything” She smiled, using her heeled foot to push out his chair for him, realising that if he didn’t sit down soon he’d probably end up on the floor. He couldn’t cope with it; the sexiness, mixed with the politeness, mixed with the bare leg that he so desperately wanted wrapped around his neck. He snapped himself away from that thought, picking up the small bag he’d place on her place mat, fiddling with the tiny bow that was on the string. “So, it’s occurred to me, these past few weeks have been awful for many people and I wish nothing but the best for everyone...” He felt himself beginning to babble so took another sip of his drink. “But for me, it’s been an eye opener.”

She stared at his lips when he talking, “oh?” she asked, her heart beating ten to the dozen.

“I’ve enjoyed every single second of you being here. Even when you leave your socks all over the bedroom floor, or use a different glass every time you have a drink of water or... you’re just annoying actually” He laughed, resulting a light slap on the arm from her. “But seriously, I can’t imagine you not being here anymore and I'm so happy this whole thing hit when it did and not when I was halfway across the world and couldn’t travel to you.” His hands were clammy, his head was fuzzy and his mouth was dry - even with his third large gulp of wine. To most people it would be no big deal, but to him, the question meant everything. It meant he may have to deal with the rejection he’s had to deal with many times before, it meant he would have someone to wake up too in the night when his anxiety was unsettling him, it meant he’d finally found someone he knew understood him. “I don’t want you to go...”

“Go? I’m not going anywhere. We haven’t eaten yet and I'm hung...”

“Move in with me?”

“So, maybe now you’ll have to rearrange the wardrobes again and make some room for yourself?” he cooed, with a hint of smugness in his voice. Not that he was smug 2 hours ago when he was shaking like a leaf over asking her to move in. She was finishing putting the pots away, even though he insisted not to do it, she insisted she’d like to wake up tomorrow and not have to think about doing it. He helped... by pouring more wine.

“Hmmm... I'm not too sure you know” She giggled, throwing the cloth down onto the counter and turning around, her high heels clicking against the floor as she did so. She was feeling happy, tipsy, grateful, everything she always felt when she was in his presence.

“Reckon I could help you be sure about that” She knew he was feeling the influence of the wine because he has a constant smirk on his face now. Not that she minded; he looked sexy. He used his foot to push himself off the bar stool that he was half sitting on, half standing against.

“Oh yeah?” She asked, raising her eyebrows as she watched his tall, thick figure walk towards her until he was eventually overpowering her much shorter frame. He placed an arm either side of her, officially blocking her in.

He was close enough that she could feel his every breath, even more so when his head dipped down and his lips lingered just millimetres away from her own. He hovered there for a second, until he physically couldn't resist finally tasting her. She was more than accommodating to him, falling straight into his trap like putty, just like always. Her hands unwrapped from around her own body and snaked around his, palms smoothing over his soft shirt. She smiled against the kiss as her fingers fiddled with the belt loops on the back of his trousers, which only made him itch closer. He kept one hand on the kitchen counter, whilst the other glided up her body until it reached around the back of her neck, grabbing a handful of her of her perfectly curled hair. With one sudden tug, her head is forced backwards, leaving a welcoming amount of skin accentuated. Her eyes remained closed, taking in every sense other than sight.

She could smell his deep cologne; a mixture of juicy and spicy with an innocent hint of vanilla that oozed sexuality. Hers? Hers has base notes of patchouli, mixed with a hint of jasmine and was one of the only scents he loved more than that damn vanilla pumpkin body butter. She could hear and feel his lips, effortlessly at work, sucking lightly at the skin around her collar bone as if he was tracing the positioning of her perfume. The sound of his lips smacking her skin was enough to make her weak at the knees and she was eternally grateful that he was somewhat supporting her body. But most of all, she could feel his love. His passion. The energy overpowered the room and she wanted to be held captive in it forever.

His soft but husky groan snapped her out of her dreamy state just in time to hear him speak quietly. “Turn around”, he instructed, moving both hands to her hips to guide her 180 degrees. She obeyed him without question, submissive to his every demand. One hand remained on her hip, the other pressing on her shoulder blade, that was only a fraction covered by the spaghetti strap of her dress, in an eagerness to get her bent over the counter. He made sure to push up against her ass, the hardness that was growing in his trousers pushing into her. If she wasn’t wet for him before, she definitely was now.

The ruched fabric of her dress fell perfectly over her peachy ass and if he wasn’t so ready to fuck her senseless he'd take a step back and stare at her all night long. Her dress had risen up as she leaned over the counter, giving a peak of some lacy underwear he’d picked out and bought for her on a previous occasion. His hand reached around the front of her legs, firmly resting on the front of her thigh, his thumb tracing patterns on the inner part. He could hear her breathe getting deeper and needier. So he gave her exactly what she wanted and shifted his hand further up, bring the material of her dress with it until it ended up just below her stomach.

His other hand kneaded at her ass in-between gripping her hip for support. His busy hand toyed with the top hem of those lace panties that he loved ever so dearly. “Shawn...” She exhaled, pressing her head to the marble countertop in frustration. The ass-hand left her hip, reaching up and grabbing a section of her hair just like it had done earlier on in the evening. A gentle tug gave her no choice but to follow the direction of his strength and turn her neck to face his still-smirking features.

“Patience, baby” He cooed, knees bending slightly for his hand on her thigh to be able to reach exactly where he wanted. Before she knew it, his fingers were no longer toying with the hem of her panties, but filling them instead. Moving down to her sweet, desperate folds was all she needed to let out a loud groan that echoed throughout the kitchen. She was wet, needy for the touch of his skin on hers. Two fingers stroked the entrance of her, whilst his thumb only just toying with her clit, instaltaniously making her twitch in tune with her groaning. He was toying with her and she knew it, but she couldn’t help but whine and plead for more. He gave her more of what she wanted, rubbing harder on her clit and pushing the tips of his fingers into her folds, rubbing at her juices.

He swiftly removed his hand, wanted to feel more; taste more. Before she knew, he’d tugged her around to face him again and she loved the way he had the strength to move her body without her having to think about a single thing. His hands on her hips, grasped tight and she knew what he wanted and of course, went along, jumping onto the kitchen counter, automatically wrapping her legs around his waist in an attempt to pull him closer. “Are we really gonna do this in your kitchen?” She giggle, innocently, making his cock twitch.

“Our kitchen, my love...”

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