#WHICH IF YOU HAVE DONE THAT IT'S OK I SHOULD HAVE CLARIFIED BEFORE

[vellichorom]

are there any boundaries when it comes to drawing Thierry? Asking for a friend :)

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ok i realize I should have specified this LONG ago but;

if you're drawing ship fanart involving thierry that is NOT goreguts, PLEASE DO NOT INCLUDE THIS RING!

it is his wedding ring & goreguts EXCLUSIVE!

you can replace this with a plain gold band, leave the finger bare, put a ring pop there, whatever you like! just be sure to check you're not adding the arrow ring in the image UNLESS it's a goreguts piece! thank you!

ok that was probably the most important note beyond standard boundaries;

THOSE BEING! don't draw him promoting violent hatespeech ( or hatespeech that isn't ironic & silly period ), don't involve him in pr0shippy / ped0phillic / incestual - such & such content obviously, umm... try not to portray him TOO cruelly ( his morality is all over the place but i don't want to see him being a genuine vile pos you know what i mean? ) & YEAH!

here's another post that elaborates on a few more boundaries regarding thierry PERIOD, but i think you get the idea!

feel free to ask if you're not sure!

[mrsmikaelsxn]

Injured On Purpose

masterlist

pairing: harry potter x female reader

warnings: just fluff, possibly obsessed harry, mentions of things like cuts/gashes and bruises, kissing

summary: you are a healer in training, one year older than harry, he keeps getting injured while you keep healing him. you start to wonder if he does it on purpose, to which you find your suspicions to be correct - requested by @ashdreams2023

a/n: i absolutely adore this idea!! thank you for sending it love xx (i also didn't know what age you wanted so i just made her a 7th year and him a 6th, hope that's ok :)

song: love me love me say that you love me - the travelling kisses

Harry knew he was done for when he first laid eyes on you in the infirmary.

He had gotten injured during one of his Quidditch matches. He had taken a nasty hit from a bludger.

When he arrived, he figured Madam Pomfrey would be the one to heal him as usual.

However, it was a pleasant surprise when he heard a soft voice and looked up to see a beautiful girl standing before him.

So beautiful that he had to take of his glasses and wipe them clean to make sure he was seeing correctly.

You were oblivious to his dreamy gaze as you scanned over his papers.

"Hello, Mr. Potter-"

"Harry, call me Harry," he quickly says.

"Okay Harry, I'm y/n," you smile at him.

"Pretty name for a pretty girl," he whispers under his breath.

"Sorry?"

"Oh- um- nothing," Harry blushes.

"Alright, well it seems that your shoulder had been broken. But don't worry, I'll be able to fix it right up in no time," you explain.

You take out your wand and some ointments.

You say some different spells for fixing any broken or cracked bones.

"Do you mind sliding your shirt down just a bit so I can rub this on the bruses?"

"N-no not at all," he stutters and slides it down.

"You are new here? In the hospital wing I mean," he asks as you rub the medicine on him.

"Mhm- well, not that new. I've been here for almost two months. But I want to be a healer when I get out of here, so some of my professors thought it would be helpful if I worked here first," you clarify.

"Oh, well that's brilliant if you ask me!"

"Thank you," you grin.

"What year are you?"

"I'm a seventh year, you're a sixth year right?"

"Yeah," he nods.

"Merlin Ron, you should have seen her," he dramatically sighs.

"Harry, stop being all lovey-dovey," he wacks his best mate in the back of the head.

"But you don't understand. Her hair looks so soft- I think I'm in love," he falls back onto his bed.

"Blimey," Ron shakes his head.

When they went to dinner that night, he let his eyes roam the Great Hall in search for you.

Finally, his eyes landed on your angelic figure as you talked with some of your friends.

He hadn't realized he had been staring until he felt Hermione hit his arm with a book.

"Gosh Harry, I think your drooling," she rolls her eyes and goes back to reading.

He quickly brings his hand up to his mouth to check if Hermione was right. When he realized she was just messing with him he shakes his head and puts it on his hand, resting his elbow on the table.

"Harry, you only talked to her for like ten minutes," Ron glances at you.

"Yeah but it was the best ten minute conversation of my life," he runs a hand through his hair.

Since that day, Harry had purposely gotten injured from things like Quidditch, dueling, and any other things he could think of.

Why he did this, just so he can be sent to the infirmary to see you.

You had thought he showed up often because he was just a clumsy boy.

Over the visits you have grown to know each other well. You had become somewhat close.

Whenever Ron or Hermione told him that he should stop, he brushed it off by saying, "she's a pretty girl and a guy has got to do what hes got to do!"

He loved when you would have to rub any type of liniment on him, just to feel your warm and soft hands on his skin.

While you were busy writing things down, he would stare at your precious, pink, plump lips. He begged Merlin to one day be able to kiss those lips. He often dreamt about what it would be like as your boyfriend.

Today was another day where he had been hit with a spell that caused some gashes on his stomach.

He was laying in bed, waiting for his lovely healer to come in.

Soon enough, he sees you stroll through the doors as you make your way over to his bed.

"Harry Potter! What brings you here today," you greet with a bright smile playing on your lips.

"Hello, love, just some cuts on my stomach," he informs you.

You blush at the name and nod your head.

"Do you mind lifting your shirt for me?"

He happily complies and brings up his shirt, revealing his toned stomach to you. You tried your best not to look like you were checking him out, you were also glad no one else was in the room to notice.

"Oh Harry what happened," you gasp as your eyes land on the bloody wounds.

"Oh- uh- I was hit with a spell," he tells you.

"I'm sorry," you frown.

"No need to apologize"

"This might hurt a bit," you warn him as you get a medicine covered cloth to clean the injury.

You finish wiping his cuts and put a bandage over them. You sit in the chair that was next to his bed and look at him.

"You know, you come here at least twice a week," you start as he stares at your pretty eyes. "Is there any reason you are always getting hurt?"

"Oh- er, no, um..." Harry rubs his neck nervously as he suddenly avoids eye contact with you.

"You... you're not getting injured on purpose are you?"

"What?" Harry laughs nervously. "Of course not!"

Realization fills your head, it all makes sense now. Your friends told you he was always admiring you in the Great Hall, he always had a pink blush on his cheeks when you would look at him intensely, and you had heard him ranting to his friends over some girl.

You stand up and sit on the bed. "Are you sure there isn't another reason?"

"Well- umm- maybe there is one," he fidgets with fingers as he looks out the window.

"Yeah? And what would that reason be?"

"Isortakindafancyyou," he rushes out so fast you couldn't understand.

"I have no clue what you just said," you tilt your head with a small smile.

"I sorta kinda fancy you," Harry blushes as he looks you in your eyes.

"Do you now," you whisper as your face moves closer to his.

"Y-yeah," he mumbles while staring as you lips.

"Well, then I suppose you might want to know that I sorta kinda fancy you too," you say, glancing at his lips as well.

He can't take it any longer. He reaches a hand behind your neck and pulls your lips towards his.

He sits up while keeping your mouths connected. He cannot seem to get enough of your warm, soft lips.

His tongue slides into your mouth and you almost let out a moan from how passionate the kiss is.

Eventually, you slowly pull back, leaving his mouth trying to follow yours. Both of you are breathing heavy while wearing smiles.

"You are a great kisser," Harry says breathlessly.

"Not too bad yourself, Harry," you grin. "I'm sorry, I have to go, but we should do this again sometime," you stand up and go to turn around.

"Wait," he stays and he grabs your wrist gently. "Would you want to go to Hogsmeade with me sometime?" Harry kisses your hand.

"I would love to," you beam, bending down to peck his lips.

"Brilliant! How about this saturday?"

"Sounds perfect, bye Harry," you wave walking out of the room.

Harry licks his lips, wishing yours were on them again. He closes his eyes and falls back onto the pillows with a dreamy smile.

When Harry got back, Ron and Hermione never heard the end of it.

[completeoveranalysis]

[2]

EXCUSE ME I only got to the first panel and had to scream

HELLO! YUKITO AND TOUYA HELLO!! PEAK COUPLE SPOTTED. EXCITEMENT MAXIMUM.

But I suppose I should actually read the page too.

UPDATE. IT IS EVEN MORE WILD THAN BEFORE SOMEHOW.

WHAT DO I EVEN DO WITH THIS?!

Where do we even start.

Yuuko’s talking about the Jam Jar and explains that it was “entrusted to me by the flesh and blood relations of the two of them.”

And the [two of them] seems to be referring to Lava Lamp’s parents, judging by the rest of the page (unless there are even MORE Syaorans and Sakuras floating around but I'm not even considering that yet). But immediately PULL THE BREAK. PULL EVERY BREAK. LET’S STOP RIGHT HERE. 

The panel that mentions the “blood relations” of [the two of them] shows Touya and Yukito from behind. Touya and Yukito specifically in regular, modern clothes. 

And I completely lose it.

BECAUSE LIKE

THAT IS 100% THEIR CARDCAPTOR SAKURA VERSIONS IS IT NOT?!

AND LIKE OK.

OK OK OK

We’ve done this dance before.

Lava Lamp’s backstory was FULL of references that seemed to imply (on purpose) that Cardcaptor Sakura was the origin of his parents, with JUST enough small inconsistencies to show that that’s PROBABLY not actually who they are, YET THEY CONTINUED to tease it as the real answer.

And EVEN HERE they're doing it again. 

They show us a Touya and Yukito who 1 to 1 look like their Cardcaptor Sakura counterparts, in modern clothing - but FROM BEHIND, to add a little bit of doubt. The story is lining up all the pieces so that once again it looks like CCS Touya and Yukito gave Yuuko the Jam Jar - and that it's potentially CCS Sakura and Syaoran in the Jam Jar, who have never met Yuuko, but still turned back time, even if it meant “distancing themselves from their own children”. 

AND THEY EVEN SHOW YOU THEM, SAKURA AND SYAORAN as Lava Lamp’s parents BUT FROM A DISTANCE, SO YOU CAN’T POSSIBLY TELL FOR SURE EXACTLY IF THEY’RE WHO YOU THINK THEY ARE OR NOT. 

MORE - THEY SHOW US THE MAGIC CIRCLES. Sakura stands on Syaoran’s magic circle and Syaoran stands on CARDCAPTOR SAKURA’S MAGIC CIRCLE. And even though people argue with me over this I will stand by the fact that we have canonically only seen this magic circle for Cardcaptor Sakura at this point in the story. It is her UNIQUE magic circle she created on her own. That’s the only place we have seen it. 

And, yes! From a wider universe perspective it’s possible that Sakura’s Unique Magic Circle is Actually Not Unique and Other Sakura’s Also Have The Same Magic Circle, but we don’t know that yet. We've seen Xing Huo, for example, using the Reed magic circle. Which could be for many many reasons, but on the simplest level it's an example of Another Sakura using a magic circle that is Not the one implied to be unique to Cardcaptor Sakura.

And do I think Lava Lamp's mother is Cardcaptor Sakura? No!

But what we do know is that Clamp are having the TIME OF THEIR LIVES showing us glimpses of symbols and characters KNOWING That it all points directly towards Cardcaptor Sakura

 EVEN THOUGH IT COULDN’T REALISTICALLY BE HER. But with enough doubt in place for the thoughts of "OR COULD IT?" to be just as valid at this point.

EVERY PIECE OF THIS IS ON PURPOSE AND I AM GOING RABID OVER IT. 

AND JUST. Even though I know it’s most likely not actually them, is just genuinely so much fun to see them that I don’t even mind. 

Lie to me Clamp! Lead me to the wrong conclusion! I will have a fantastic time even if I don’t actually believe you. 

Also I am absolutely not receiving any comments that clarify who they are at this time thank you. 

[bibibbon]

Hello another art to prove my point, I hope

Mr sexyman

The biggest possum

His big victory here is handed to him. And it's odd how no one talks about Izu. "Duh izu is not the center of the universe" ok, fair. He isn't. But Izu is the reason for why overhaul is defeated and shig managed to get revenge (it's not for Magne, it's for his ego) here where I find odd....

They didnt saw Izu fighting a overhaul as if is a boss fight? No one saw shit? And even if there a valid excuse as "oh they didn't saw the fight bc X" ok fine....and the rest?

Ochako was there, she saw...and what Izu get is.... nothing!

Look not saying Ochako owns him anything. She doesn't. And the tiring idea "izu gets no bitches" is annoying. Making girls date Izu wouldn't change a damn thing ...but is too much to imagine after such boss fight ...his "friends" would be more appreciate of him?

Ofc. This is MHA write by hori. Fuck you Izu.

What makes me go 😬 is how Iida looked down on Izu and called him criminal.

(Yes, the house arrest happened before the overhaul arc just to clarify here)

But what Izu got after is nothing.

We had nigheye dying and still holding on his beliefs. Am did nothing.

Mirio does nothing bc he doesn't know and never will.

And again, heroes should work to help and not to get fame but why the whole shit "hero can't get fame" applies only to Izu...when all the others heroes do get fame and still do their jobs ?

Back to the image. Overhaul was defeated by Izu and shig got his revenge (for his ego) and that's it....we lost a great villain for absolutely nothing.

And Shig does nothing to this.

Shiga doesn't even mention Izu's fight

He is a husk

Izu is underveloped and underappreciated to insane degree.

And all of that...for absolutely nothing.

This manga does piss me off sometimes.

Hi @mikeellee 👋

The overhaul arc had some solid ideas but I do wish that the execution was better.

The arc is supposed to be a big first step for both izuku and shigaraki. There is clear symbolism of this. This is the first dark and proper arc for mha.

The overhaul arc is also the first arc where there is a clear loss for the heroes. In the end we see two hero deaths in this arc and the fact that they weren't able to successfully capture and stop the villains. The arc also seemed like it would end with them NOT being able to save Eri which would of been a worse loss for them.

This is all symbolic as we see all mights retirement and reign of peace end and an era of uncertainty and imbalance begins. We see straight from the beginning how this is negatively effecting the heroes.

Izuku is urged to step up to his role to use the image that he created for himself in the sports festival and develop it even further. We see Izuku's heroism and what he stands for up close in this arc and it's futher emphasised as its contrasted by mirio's own heroism.

Izuku and mirio are supposed to be contrasts in this arc.

Overhaul and shigaraki are also supposed to be contrasts in this arc.

Izuku and shigaraki are also supposed to be contrasts but these are contrasts that don't heavily interact this arc. I actually don't mind them not having major interactions in this arc but I do think there needed to be minor ones at least shigaraki and izuku acknowledging one another in this arc.

This can be done with izuku making small connections between eri and shigaraki. This can also be done with shigaraki acknowledging izuku's strengths and maybe thinking of recruiting izuku onto his ranks.

Izuku actually does receive some acknowledgement in this arc of how smooth his take down of overhaul is and this is done by nejire. However, the way izuku seems to receive rewards and praise within the series seems idk lacking and somewhat hidden (while yes this is supposed to be a point) I do think that a lot of his efforts usually go unnoticed specifically by those close to him.

Ultimately the arc fails in properly convincing me that both izuku and shigaraki are

1) worthy of their positions

2) that they have outgrown their foils and have started to become the new good and evil

Now moving onto the second point, the house arrest issue is a weird case.

After all of the development iida went through in the hosu arc you would think it would properly effect him as intended so it's incredibly annoying to have iida point fingers at izuku and label him a criminal.

What's even weirder is that no one not even izuku objected to the house arrest. I assume that house arrest will be a big mark on ones record so someone like izuku should of protested it since he only started to fight in the name of self defense and even went to actually ack bakugo's emotions and allowing him to take them out on him which he didn't need to do and he shouldn't of done that.

It's incredibly weird that iida and ochako who are aware of bakugo's aggressive and outright bullying towards midoriya whether that be name calling or aggression let this slide without a comment and without fighting for him once they find out what happens.

The reason that they look like such bad friends is because of a multitude of things like:

Lack of screentime between them and izuku

The way their behaviour magically changes towards bakugo

The lack of give there is in the friendship which also falls to the first point

[prettyyoungandbored]

In the Wee Small Hours of the Morning - Charlie Dalton

Pairing: Charlie Dalton x Fem!Reader

Sequel to The Night Before

WARNINGS: Very brief nudity. Read at your own risk.

Author’s Note: I probably should have clarified this in the story before but Charlie and the reader are in their 20s.

NOT MY GIF

There was something peaceful about the early morning hours. There was a blue haze in the sky. Night was leaving, and the sun was beginning to brace for its shift in the sky.

While New York was the city that never slept, Y/N and Charlie’s brownstone was in a fairly quiet neighborhood, fairly being the key word. But for this particular morning, everything felt still.

Y/N couldn’t believe it. She wondered if she woke up from her dream and into another one. Maybe the city knew she needed some quiet before the craziness that came before a wedding.

Either way, she was grateful.

She lay in the bed, her naked body tangled in the thin, white sheets. She turned over to see Charlie lay beside her, deep in sleep.

Her hand carded through his hair as she smiled. She wasn’t sure what she had done in a past life that allowed her be loved by him. There was never a dull moment that passed when she was with him.

Sure, Charlie could be a little shit, but it never crossed the line. He made her laugh until her stomach hurt and made her feel loved and supported.

Charlie’s face scrunched as he stirred awake.

“What’re you doing up?” he yawned.

“I woke up and couldn’t fall back asleep,” she whispered.

He hummed and fell onto his back. His fingers motioned her to him.

She scoot her body toward him until he wrapped an arm around her as her head nestled in between his chest and shoulder.

His finger drew lazy circles on her forearm. “Can’t have my bride yawning at the alter. What would everyone think?”

She chuckled. “Gotta have some drama at the wedding. Keep everyone on their toes.”

“I like the way you think.” He kissed the top of her head. “And here I thought I was going to have to bribe one of the boys to speak up during the ‘speak now or forever hold your peace’ bit.”

“And which boy were you thinking of?”

“Not Knox because Izzie would kill me. Maybe Meeks.”

She giggled. “That would’ve been hysterical.”

“But alas,” he sighed, “looks like we’ll have to go through a boring ceremony.”

“Poor us.”

“A tragedy.”

He kissed the top of her head, wrapping his other arm around her. “But I’d go through worse if it meant I’d get to be with you forever.”

She pouted, her heart exploding. “Oh Charlie, you already did. You had to ask my dad for my hand in marriage.”

He snickered at the memory. “That took a week of planning and practicing.”

“Knox told me you even practiced on him.”

He grimaced. Knox had it easy because he knew how to charm parents. “Don’t remind me.”

She looked up at him. “It was worth it though.”

He smiled adoringly. “Without question.”

Just as their lips went to meet, the phone rang in the kitchen. Charlie let go of Y/N and padded toward the kitchen.

“Hello….Knox, what’re you…ok…ok…ok, I’ll let her know.”

Y/N sat up in bed, pulling the sheets close to her chest. Charlie returned and crawled back under the covers.

“So apparently your mother was about to come over and get you but Izzie and Knox heard her and Izzie offered to come get you. She’s on her way now.”

Y/N laid back, groaning. Charlie smiled, rubbing her bare leg with his hand.

“I’m not ready to leave,” she sighed. “Can’t I stay here with you a little longer?”

“As much as I would love that, unfortunately we have to keep up appearances one last time. After that, we can do whatever we like.”

The thought of having more mornings like this completely uninterrupted would make it worth it.

“Did you tell Izzie you were coming here last night?” he asked.

She nodded. “She was gonna tell my mom I was sick.”

Charlie hummed. “And what illness were we going to go with?”

“I haven’t decided yet. I figured you could come up with something for me. You must’ve had experience.”

“Loads. C’mon, we’ll figure it out while we get you dressed.”

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A half an hour later…

“Thanks for covering for me,” Y/N said, turning her head to Izzie as the two women sat in the back of the cab.

“You got it. Your mother was on a war path so I figured it was best to stop her before she walked in on you and Charlie.” Izzie turned her head to Y/N. “Also what illness are we going with?”

“Period.”

“That works. That should keep her quiet for awhile.”

Silence fell between the two women. Then Izzie spoke up.

“You won’t hear the end of it.”

“Not at all.”

[sinsinsininning]

A little bit softer

Chapter 4

Eustass Kid x crew mate!fem!Reader

This includes Kid’s POV of the end of Chapter 3 while the reader is in the shower. 😳

Also to clarify, Badger is a made up character, I didn’t feel like incorporating a cannon character into the reader’s backstory. I spent literally 2 seconds on the name and even less time on a vague description of him which I’ll post later.

TW: swearing, voyeurism, masturbating (both male and female)

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After you left him on the deck, Kid ate slowly, thinking out the details of his next steps. He had no idea where this bastard, Badger, was or even what he’d look like.

Plus the West Blue was crawling with dangerous crews and the notorious 5 Families of the West, headed up by Capone Bege. Not someone Kid was on good terms with and, depending on how deep into the West they’d go, someone they’d likely run into.

While Kid would prefer to just make this a quick mission, so they could double back and enter the Grand Line, he was excited to think of all the practice the crew would get fighting all these other crews. It’d be good training before they entered the New World.

After finishing, he pulled out the maps and started charting again. Wire eventually returned to join him and the two worked quietly. Kid was making a list of things they could get while in the West Blue when Wire spoke up.

“So what’s this Captain’s name?”

“Why’re you asking?” Kid growled. “Just chart the stupid map.”

“I’m nearly done, I just need to know where to find him, then I can finalize the map. Right now I’ve just got it charted how to get there while avoiding marines bases and included supply stops. But I need a specific area to finish.”

“His name is Badger.” Kid said after a beat.

“Is that his first name or last name?” Wire asked.

“The fuck if I know. His name is Badger, he’s in the West Blue, and I’m gonna kill him. Make the map.” Kid blustered for a moment, he felt a little silly, all this effort and he didn’t even know who the guy was. Fuck he didn’t even know if you’d been honest…. Nah you were nearly crying, you wouldn’t lie like that. Wire sighed heavily and Kid nearly smashed the table.

“Ok, I can’t finish it tonight, but I’ll go through some logs and see if I can get more info on him.” Wire relented, knowing the captain was at his limit. “We should be able to make it to the next island tomorrow, I’ll do some more digging then too.” Kid grunted an acknowledgement, head down as he finished his list, pen nearly tearing the paper.

Wire stood and started putting the supplies away, he glanced at his captain.

“Boss… you know-“ He paused and considered himself, Kid glanced at him with a scowl. Better play it safe. “Just let me know if you need anything, you know I’d help.” Kid bristled at that, but just grunted again to dismiss the tall man.

He doodled a few sketches of his projects on the list, trying to clear his head. Eventually he puts everything up and leans against the railing, watching the waves and night sky.

After an hour or so, Heat joins him to take his watch shift, but brought a few beers for his captain. Kid downs his first two quickly, then nurses the next one.

“It’s none of my business,” Heat starts off.

“Then don’t fucking bring it up.” Kid snaps.

“But I think we should get rid of the sniper rookie.” Heat continues, eyes on the coast.

“What? Why the fuck do you think that?” Kid stood to shout at him. “Thought you two were buddy-buddy?!” He could keep the jealously out of voice.

“She’s alright. But she’s soft.” Heat isn’t phased by the shouting. “She won’t make it in the Grand Line. We can’t have that type of weakness.”

“Quincy’s soft. Wire’s soft. You questioning my authority huh?” Kid gulped the rest of his drink and tossed the bottle behind him. “You think I keep a weak crew?! That what you’re trying to say?!”

“The only thing she’s got going for her is she’s cute.” Heat added nonchalantly, Kid was fuming.

“Fuck off like she’d want your ugly, stitched up headed ass!” Kid grabbed his vest, forcing the other man to look at him. “She’s staying, she’s a good sniper and a good crew mate. Fucking question me again and I’ll fucking throw you overboard!” Heat grinned and Kid felt like he’d been caught.

“I get why everyone’s been fucking with you lately,” Heat chuckled. “It’s fun. You’re so biased for her, I’m a little jealous really, wish you’d defend me this hard.”

Kid wanted to shout again but he felt like he’d reveal too much. Well, more than what he’d already done. His face was hot and he felt deflated, but he released Heat with a shove.

“Maybe if ya did your job and not play mind games I would.” He finally says, Heat resumes his watch. An awkward silence falls over them.

“It’s not that bad, Boss. Trust me it could be worse. Imagine you liked Pomp? He’s fucking insane. I heard he sold his ex husband’s kidney for cheating on him in a dream.” Heat tried to console his friend, not his forte, but he felt a little bad at his trick. Kid let out a short laugh.

“Fuckin’ hell that can’t be true…. Can it?” He started on his next beer, sitting back down. They laugh together again.

“I don’t actually think we should get rid of her. Just sayin.”

“I know.”

“Yeah she’s soft, but she saved my ass that last fight, shooting that guy trying to creep up on me while I was taking care of Reck.”

Kid just hummed in response, still hesitant to say anything about her. Heat noticed.

“I promise it’s not that bad.”

Silence.

“I don’t think she’s scared of you, not really at least.”

“I heard what she said to you.”

“I think she’s scared of her ex captain. Should make her sit down with Wire, he’d sort her head out.” Heat lit a cigarette, offering a pull to Kid who shook his head.

“Not a bad idea. Just don’t want anyone knowing how-“ He paused. “She can go to Wire but I’m not gonna make her.” He said finally, Heat nodded in understanding.

“You can’t say it, I gotcha.”

“I can’t say it first.” Kid sighed, finishing his last bottle.

“Makes sense. Don’t worry,” Heat claps his hand on the captain’s shoulder. “It’ll happen.”

“Since when have you gotten this mushy?” Kid sneered. “I hate it. Go back to minding your own business.” Heat laughed as his captain got up. It was past midnight and he was tired.

He made his way down the halls, he needed to return his dishes or else Killer would bitch at him all day tomorrow. He placed them in the sink, then a thought struck him. Quickly glancing in the fridge, your plate was still there, all wrapped up nicely.

You hadn’t eaten since breakfast, he slammed the fridge shut. Fuck, you probably hadn’t finished your shit yet. He stalked down the halls towards your make shift shop room, irritated that you’d not finished yet and had still not eaten.

A small part of him was excited to have an excuse to talk to you, even if it was just to bitch at you. Maybe he’d walk you to the galley personally, to make sure you followed orders. Maybe he’d sit with you as you ate too, couldn’t let you try to skip out. After that he’d grumble at you for making him stay up late to babysit you, even though he chose to do it.

Then he may as well make you go to bed. His bed. With him. Obviously to make sure you didn’t try to sneak back to your project. He’d keep you pressed in his arms all night to ensure you didn’t try anything.

Fuck he needed to stop, he was hard in the middle of the hallway. He adjusted his belt before entering the shop room, hoping it’d hide his arousal. Somehow the shop was empty, all the weapons cleaned and stacked up correctly. He looked around for any mistakes or mess you’d left behind, anything that’d allow him a chance to speak with you.

But the room was spotless, everything put away correctly. Then where the fuck were you? He wondered if you went to bed right away, tempted to check your bunk. He headed toward it, pausing when he passed by the bathrooms, steam pouring out the door.

The doors to the bathrooms all had hatches at the top that opened to allow steam to vent. He was a little impressed that the hot water still worked after everyone’s showers.

With you in the stalls he didn’t have any excuse to bother you, you’d finished your work and unless he wanted to wait until you were out to force you to the galley, he was out of luck for tonight. Kid turned to go when he heard you moan.

Oh fuck.

He glanced around the halls, no one could hear you or see him palm his cock over his pants. You weren’t generous with your noises, obviously trying to stifle them, but some slipped out.

Your groans and whines sounded frustrated, like you couldn’t work how you wanted. He reached his hand inside his pants to grip himself, jaw clenched almost painfully to avoid alerting you. His mind filled in the gaps of what he couldn’t see. He pictured walking in and offering to help you reach your climax, since you still seemed to struggle.

He thought about how’d you’d look right then if he did, wet and naked, probably surprised and shy. Maybe you’d try to cover yourself, until you’d realize what he was offering. Or maybe you already knew he was there, confident he’d join you. Maybe you’d tell him exactly what you wanted from him.

He’d let you boss him around, at least at the start, but after you cum once or twice, then he’d be in control again. He thumbed his slit right as you let out a different moan.

Oh. That one was much more satisfied, he didn’t know what changed to make everything work for you, but he was pleased. He stroked himself faster now, checking the halls quickly, then held his ear to the open hatch. Your whines and moans were breathier, much more high pitched. He squeezed his cock, picturing it was you. When he closed his eyes and really focused on listening, he swore he could hear how wet your pussy sounds.

Your moans are getting faster and he tries to keep up, hand pumping hard to get himself off. Finally you let off a loud moan, cutting yourself off halfway through in a pathetic attempt to be quiet. He’s not quite there yet, so he moves his hand fast, but freezes when you turn of the shower.

Shit you were done. He was fucked.

Without adjusting his pants he quickly walks down the hall, his workshop is closer than his room. It’ll have to do for now, it’s not the first time he’s jacked off in there. He gets the door closed and locked before resuming.

Part of him is irritated, his high was so close just to be edged back. But more of him felt a little proud, you’d gotten off before him, as you should. Yeah it wasn’t like he’d gotten you to cum, but it still stroked his ego. He thought about that as he sat down, hand around himself again, stroking quickly.

He wondered how many times he should make you cum before he did. Hell how many times should you cum before he even fucked you with his cock. At least two times on his fingers and maybe three times of his tongue, that seemed fair.

He rubbed his tip harshly as he thought about your sounds, they were so sweet and full of emotion. Kid could basically read your mind from how expressive you were, so open and honest with your lewd moans. He could tell when you were close, when you were struggling, and even when something clicked. He wondered what it was that made you moan like that, thinking of ways to extract that info.

His climax caught him off guard as he thought about you. He came across his hand and chest with a groan, some of his spend getting on his pants. As he came down, panting as he leaned back in his chair, he could hear you walking down the hall.

Leaping up, he tucked himself back into his pants, grabbed an old rag to wipe the cooling cum from his hands and chest. He knocked over the chair and toppled a few tools in his haste. Your steps were quiet but he was hyper aware of you as you passed the door.

After a few minutes of quiet he finally exited, going straight to his room and laying face down on the bed. He wanted to shout but settled for smothering himself until he finally dozed off.

[finleyforevermore]

Hey guys! How've we been since I've been away? Hm? Not good? Yeah, I thought so.

I was AFK (which means Away From Keyboard for those who weren't aware, or didn't think to Google it /nm) because my mom had taken away my phone for a bit but I could still use it to help with my math homework.

I did lurk around Tumblr a bit, and I did "officially" come back online for a bit, but I mostly lurked.

And how delightful it was to see (can not clarify enough how sarcastic this is) that someone I follow but am not moots with decided that March 20th was the day they were doing to commit suicide. They did not succeed. But they sure as hell scared the fuck out of me. Same story I've seen before with my other friends, abusive parental figure, and possibly SA'd like some of my other friends. Lovely.

And then ANOTHER friend as it turns out has an extremely abusive mother and got fucking strangled by aforementioned mother, then said in the posts of a vent post, "something something maybe she should've killed me".

Being technically AFK I had to go on anon for a bit and try my damndest to prove to my friend that their mother is beyond saving, and there's no use seeing her in a positive light, and they by no means deserve what happened to them. I don't know if it worked. If you see this, I'm sorry if I came off as rude. But that really was the straw that broke the camel's back.

I'd been trying to keep together fairly well but I had been thinking of Liam, Nex's death was ruled a suicide (and now his murderers will not be charged), all of my other friends are traumatized and now I've discovered another friend has an abusive parent, and someone tried to fucking kill themselves.

And so, we have this. This song has been my coping mechanism for the past several weeks and what I can best describe as my theme song. Whenever I see something tragic with either my friends or someone else my first thought is the words of this song. Largely because of the themes of getting salvation for the unjust wrongs done upon Sweeney or in this case my friends.

I really don't know why I was blessed to know such wonderful incredible beautiful people only for them to suffer relentlessly and have gallons upon gallons of trauma.

Do bad things happen? Sure. But with my friends it's non-stop. One traumatic event after another after another after another and I'm. Just so done. I'm so sick. And I'm so tired. Of everything. Of all the pain and suffering. Of the fact I can't do anything. Of the fact I feel too much. This probably shouldn't be impacting me so much but for some reason it is.

I would've been apprehensive posting this because I'm kind of self-conscious about my voice but some of my friends are suffering 24/7 so I think my voice is the last thing I should be worrying about.

Enjoy if you want. Or don't. That's ok too. Love you guys.

@literatureisdying

[swordfright]

https://www.tumblr.com/swordfright/756502816281018368/what-do-you-think-is-your-most-controversial-dsmp?source=share

I remember sending this to a bunch of dsmp blogs (starting with elmhat I think ?) bc I like when people share ideas/opinions who diverge from the main consensus because I find it the most efficient way for people to stick to canon and not fanon since people can have different interpretations of event

And it was super interesting to see the one about the experimentation being after prison rather than before (loved the two LN and Q ones too but as you said they were a bit more common. Would love to see your take on c!slime though now)

(And I wouldn't have a problem with you giving unpopular opinion about the fandom either but to be clear I was not trying to start anything with my first question, I just like seeing uncommon takes)

Don't worry lol I didn't assume you were trying to start shit. Ok, so c!Slime is pretty interesting in that he's the closest thing we have to an NPC in what is otherwise a roleplay, which implies certain things about how he can be used in the narrative.

A little bit of quick background: I spent a LOT of time as a kid doing RP online (it was an original story set in the Death Note universe and it happened on a website that went bankrupt in like 2017 and no longer exists lmfao don't worry about it) and idk what RP etiquette is like in other communities, but in the community I was a part of, it was sort of frowned upon for players to outsource heavy plot/character development material to NPCs. It was allowed and people did it, but it was seen as sort of a cop-out. The underlying idea being that if you're gonna bother to do RP, your character's most important interactions should be with other PCs, in part because it helps build/strengthen the RP community and in part because it better entrenches your character's storyline in the storylines of other PCs, which in turn encourages other players to keep RPing and keeps the story going. Again, creating NPCs was very common, but players were discouraged from having entire arcs or character trajectories be highly dependent on NPCs. It was seen as sort of a cheap, low-effort way of progressing your character's development without having to coordinate plot beats with other players, and doing it too often was seen as sort of antithetical to what RP is trying to achieve as a form of gaming-storytelling. To me, c!Slime is a classic example of when an RPer outsources a little too much narrative weight onto an NPC.

First of all, I wanna clarify that it's kinda difficult to define what an NPC is or isn't on this server, but I'd say c!Slime is more of an NPC because even though he's played by a CC with some degree of improv, we know that cc!Quackity specifically wrote c!Slime's character to fulfill a narrative role and asked cc!Slime to play that character - as opposed to alternate characters played by CCs of their own accord (Sam Nook, Dream XD, Sam Bucket, Mexican Dream, etc.) So, for example, I don't see Sam Bucket as an NPC but I do see c!Slime as an NPC. c!Slime wasn't an original creation on the part of the player, he's a narrative tool (which is fine, but it does mean that what he can and can't do in the story is limited to what cc!Q needed him to do.)

There are some things I think the addition of c!Slime did accomplish. For one, Q's interactions with him provide a platform for more introspective character work on Q's part. And while I that character work could've been done by having Q interact with a PC instead, I do think Slime is better positioned to act as an apprentice figure because he had almost no lore prior to Las Nevadas and didn't enter the story with baggage or ties to any other major characters. He's a blank slate, which makes him really easy to use as a narrative device. Q voices thoughts and ideas to Slime that he can't voice to other characters (usually because it would be OOC for him to do so, or wouldn't make sense in context), which means that Slime is sort of a vehicle for delivering Q characterization to the audience.

This is all fine and I think a lot of it was done fairly well. I like cc!Slime's acting and I think the character is a fun addition to the LN crew. That said, I don't think the payoff was great. Slime being an NPC really undermined what I assume cc!Q was going for with End of Las Nevadas, in large part because he doesn't have well-established relationships with other characters. Aside from Q, Slime basically only ever interacts with Tommy, Foolish and Ranboo, and even those interactions are limited to a really tiny handful of streams. Punz capturing and manipulating him, Slime helping c!Dream confront Quackity...all that stuff could have been a lot more interesting if it had more time to marinate. Like, I love the IDEA of Slime and c!Dream interacting, but we don't really get any meaningful interactions between them outside of Slime's function as a storytelling tool. He's there when he needs to be, and only ever when he needs to be.

For instance, I would've loved to see what Slime thinks about Q's slime army. It's really weird to model your mindlessly obedient slave army after your friend. That was a weird ass thing for Q to do, and it would've been cool to see Slime react to that. But because he's more NPC than PC, and because highly scripted lore like the LN series doesn't really encourage deviation, we never get to find that out. Slime doesn't ever really get to be his own character, which in the end kinda undermines a lot of the character development he triggers for c!Quackity because at the end of the day, it's really transparent that Slime only exists to be a prop. It's a kind of one-sided relationship that's unique to RP.

I think End of Las Nevadas was weak for other reasons too, but uhhhh yeah the Slime stuff bothered me a bit. Would've liked to see him do more. And he disappears after pushing Q off the ledge and, to my knowledge, we never see him again! If he had been more PC and less storytelling tool, presumably other characters would've had opportunities to react to Slime's role in the events of that stream, or notice that he's missing/back again/missing. But instead, he's able to just vanish from the story after he's fulfilled his role because that's all he was ever supposed to do.

[inkedkoi]

Hold On To “What If”: Overanalyzing and Rewriting Sonic Prime

aka Masterpost & References: Part One

💬 “But, Koi, Prime finished months ago…”

Hmm. What do you think I should do, Shadow?

Shadow: "Determine your own destiny, just as I have."

Well, you heard the hedgehog. What better way to celebrate the Year of Shadow than by talking about the show where he had the best characterization: Sonic Prime. I may have my own bias towards the show due to a personal connection, but overall I think the show is pretty good. Animation, voice-acting, music/sound, editing, they were amazing. The writing, aside from Shadow’s character, is ok. There are definitely some good lines but there were “eh” moments as well. (We’ll get back to that.)

I thought I would give an insight into what I thought about Sonic Prime, from overanalyzing every single frame to rewriting Season 3, and finally explain whatever the hell I had on my bingo card (the one I made before Season 3 was released).

Due to the image limit, this will be the masterpost for all of the sections:

References: [this post] // 2 // 3 Plot Holes (x) Connections: 1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5 Bingo Card: 1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5 // 6 Rewrite 1 // 2 // 3 Remaining Questions & Final Thoughts (x)

(also available in the "🌻 hold on to what if" tag down below)

⚠️ Spoilers for the whole series, all media here belong to their respective creators. ⚠️

✨//🌻//✨

Before we get into it…

As the internet is, I want to clarify some things:

1. I’m not a die-hard Sonic fan so some things may not be 100% accurate. I honestly entered into the fandom when Sonic Frontiers was announced. My first exposure to Sonic at all was the Sonic Unleashed Animated short film, “Night of the Werehog”, when I was like 14 so I caught myself up with Sonic lore in between releases of each season of Prime. Feel free to correct me if I’m wrong about anything.

2. There's this whole debacle on whether or not Prime is part of the canon. News has recently been brought up that the Prime Team didn't acknowledge the comments made by Ian and the lore team about inconsistencies. It didn't surprise me at all. The show wasn't going to be part of the canon to begin with, which was abundantly clear by the show's writing. It feels like the writers copied from a wiki. There were so many scenes where instead of taking the moment to breathe and have character development, they put fighting scenes, more so in season three.

💬 "What about the references, Shadow's characterization, etc?"

Actually, we wouldn't have them if not for some of the crew fighting SO hard to get that into the show. The animators, storyboard artists, voice actors, editors, and many others — some are legit Sonic fans and others wanted to please the fandom. They have done such a great service to the fans with what they could, so could we just give a round of applause to the creative crew behind this? 👏👏👏 To the crew, you did what you could for us, and we can’t thank you enough.

Back to the whole "canon" thing, for this essay, we'll treat Prime as a stand-alone thing unless we absolutely have to affiliate it with canon.

3. Netflix did the weird thing of splitting up all the episodes of the series and called them “seasons”. I personally call them “batches” and I know there are some people who do the same, but for our sakes, they’ll be referred to as seasons, just so we don’t get confused. Okay? Cool!

Finally, this is for funsies, don’t take this too seriously. I want to establish that I have nothing against the people behind Prime or anyone else.

So grab your snacks, and get comfy. Now, let’s lock in, chat!

References: Part One

Here’s a list of references to other Sonic media I picked up in Prime. Some of them on the list are from Felipe Sonic Hacks YT video I saw while drafting my bingo card predictions, so you can check it out (Link). Whether or not these are intentional, that’s up for interpretation unless said otherwise.

Chilidogs (EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.)

"Gotta Go Fast" (just an iconic Sonic line)

Sonic’s iconic gestures: waiting stance (S1 EP3), finger-wagging (S1 EP6) and nose-rub (S1 EP6 + S2 EP5)

look at this lil' guy :)

[S1 EP1]

Eggman’s Badniks — the usual (designs primarily the same ones from the game Sonic the Hedgehog 1)

Sonic’s super peel-out animation — a reference to Sonic the Hedgehog CD (and other games beyond)

“...sonic boom of a headache” — a reference(???) to the Sonic Boom show

New Yoke City — a design reference to Eggman Land, he wasn’t wrong about the neon (seen in the game: Sonic Unleashed)

Sonic balancing on the edge — a reference to Sonic’s balancing sprite animation from Sonic Games (matches perfectly with one in Sonic the Hedgehog 2)

Sonic’s breakdancing — a reference to Sonic’s S Rank victory animation from Sonic Generations

I mean, Sonic definitely is a breakdancer and incorporates it in his fighting style, prove me wrong.

Orbot and Cubot — returning characters from the franchise

Side note: I screamed in joy when I first saw them :)

1992 — the year of Tails’ first appearance (Game: Sonic the Hedgehog 2)

This whole scene explaining Tails' origin story — also a nod to the pixel games

Obstacle test — a reference(???) to Chemical Plant

[S1 EP 2]

Shadow’s hand back-spring in the first Sonic vs. Shadow fight — the same move done in Shadow the Hedgehog when Shadow encountered robot replicas of him

1998 — The year of Big the Cat’s first appearance (Game: Sonic Adventure 1)

[S1 EP 3]

Sonic’s free falling from an edge — similar move in Sonic Movie 2 (does that count as a reference???)

Rebel’s drill maneuver in beating the bots in the stairwell fight — same move Rouge uses in Sonic X (that I know of)

[S1 EP 4]

The Berries the Boscage Crew scavenged for — a nod to Chao Garden Fruits (confirmed to be intentional)

(right photo credits to ChaoProfessor on Twitter)

Sound FX when Sonic getting prickled by spikes — same sound FX from the games

To be continued...

Next Part

[blackjackkent]

OK, well, this all seems pretty definitive, so Rakha's not wasting any time. Straight back to camp to tell Aylin that we've found someone for her to punch.

(This all continues to contribute to Rakha's rather perplexed view of Aylin, tbh. She's already realized that Aylin is capable of the same level of mad violence that she herself is capable of, but that Aylin nevertheless still falls under the broad banner of 'good' compared to Bhaal and the beast's 'evil.' This is confusing. And it clarifies nothing that now her whole party (including Wyll) is eagerly queuing up to watch the aasimar reduce Lorroakan to a fine paste.)

"Mother's Milk! Your visage speaks of ill tidings. Speak, ally mine. What troubles you?"

TBH I think these days Rakha's visage always kind of speaks of ill tidings, but that's neither here nor there.

I've tended to assume that, despite the generally friendly nature of most of her dialogue, Aylin is still pretty skeptical of Rakha (and particularly of letting her anywhere near Isobel), especially now that the Bhaalspawn business is out in the open.

Rakha, for her part, still feels a deeply compelling urge to rip both of them into small pieces, so she takes care to stand a good twelve feet away during this conversation.

We have two different dialogue options here, and one of them I don't recall seeing before:

"I was just wondering what it was like in that cage of Balthazar's."

This actually strikes me as a conversation that might have happened at some earlier point, back in Rivington or maybe even on the road out of the SCL. This is very much a Rakha sort of question - very blunt and out of nowhere despite the potentially sensitive nature of the subject, just placing the question out there and leaving it up to her conversation partner whether they're willing to answer or not.

Unsurprisingly, Aylin is not into it:

"Let us not dwell on those dark days. Their memory is a vortex within my heart that leads directly to the Hells."

Fair enough.

"A wizard called Lorroakan is looking for you."

"Is he indeed?" Aylin asks, raising an eyebrow. Isobel has wandered up and is also listening with interest to this new development. "Pray tell - what does he seek from Dame Aylin?"

(A/N: Upon closer inspection, this dialogue appears to be bugged. It checks for the presence of a variable called LOW_Lorroakan_State_PartyKnowsHisPlans which is supposed to indicate that the player knows about Lorroakan's soul cage and immortality goals, but I've done a search through all the parsed dialogue files and this variable never gets set anywhere; it's only ever checked for. And Rakha here is missing the dialogue option that it should enable. Since she does know about Lorroakan's plans, I am going to use my console powers and enable the flag manually, since it makes the conversation more interesting and Rakha has no reason not to be direct about what's going on.)

"He wants to cage you like Ketheric did," Rakha says flatly.

"The beast!" Isobel snaps, which definitely makes Rakha jump.

In contrast to her lover's fury, however, Aylin just laughs softly. "Oh, I hope he tries!" she crows. "Please, Lorroakan, come to me with your magicks and your flaccid charms. Attempt to lay one hairy finger upon Dame Aylin, daughter of Selune most high."

She leans forward, closing the careful distance between herself and Rakha. "I will wring his neck until he's dead," she growls.

Rakha shivers involuntarily. The mental image is delicious, enthralling; it feeds the murder urge in her mind. And again that flicker of confusion - why is this admirable in Aylin, when it is so detestable and terrifying in herself?

"Let's take him down," she whispers hoarsely. "Together."

Aylin's cold smile widens. "Ho!" she says. "His end will be one more strand in the great braid of our friendship."

(A/N: The game definitely doesn't account for the idea of Aylin not being on good terms with the player even with the Dark Urge context, which is a little annoying. For the purposes of Rakha's story, where they are both super wary of each other, this statement definitely comes along with a heavy helping of sardonic irony.)

"I'm coming with you," Isobel says eagerly. "I'd like to get a few licks in myself."

"My darling," Aylin says, turning towards her, "we agreed you'ds cout for the nearest Selunite enclave this very night. Let us divide our efforts, all the sooner to be reunited."

"I won't let you go alone," Isobel insists. "Who knows what that wizard might have planned?"

"Our closest ally will accompany me, won't you?" Aylin says, shooting a look at Rakha.

(A/N: This is low-key pretty funny at this point. 'Closest ally' my ass. Under the circumstances this reads like Aylin basically saying that Isobel doesn't get to go anywhere near Rakha in a combat bloodlust situation, which frankly Rakha agrees with wholeheartedly. Her animation here is a cheerful smile while Aylin is talking:

which is also very uncharacteristic and reads as tremendously forced ("yep, totally fine, nothing for you to worry about Isobel") in this context. XD )

Aylin waits for Isobel's grudging nod of agreement. Then she straightens up, her wide white wings unfurling, and leaps upwards into the air. "Hie we to this 'Lorroakan' right away," she cries as she moves. "I am as eager to meet him as he is to ensnare me."

[thewertsearch]

That's a great expression. Initially, it looked to be one of disdain...

...but despite his attitude towards Rose, Eridan genuinely likes magic. I think he's just focusing really hard on channeling the wizardly powers he's been dreaming about since childhood.

The dude categorically sucks, but I'm willing to let him have this. It's his one non-shitty hobby, and any time he's spending casting spells is time he's not spending being troll racist.

TT: Will I be blinded by the fearsome lashes of light ribboning from the incandescent coastline of his beauteous aura? TT: Should I borrow my friend's sunglasses? GA: Yes Definitely GA: Definitely Do That GA: Wait I Hope That Wasnt Too Emphatic GA: Maybe At This Point I Should Clarify This Is All A Big Joke

And it was good! Kanaya may be confused by sarcasm, but her progress through the upper echelons of Dave-tier irony is impressive indeed.

TT: Yeah. TT: I was getting that. TT: You don't always have to tip your hand, Kanaya. You were doing well.

Granted, she has an excellent tutor.

GA: I Did In Fact "Train" This Character GA: I Made Him A Wand To Shut Him Up [...]

Well, at least it's not being enhanced by the Horrorterrors this time. Really, this wand is probably a downgrade from Eridan's endgame rifle.

TT: Do keep me apprised of all further developments. GA: Okay I Will TT: At least until my looming grimdarkdeath steals me away.

I can't tell how worried Rose actually is about the blackout. There's a touch of her brother's façade about her at the moment, which is probably how she's able to stay this calm - but that can't last forever.

Tavros is Jade's admirer?

Granted, he doesn't have many options. The trolls are a tangled web of drama, John is infamously straight, and the Derse kids would eat him alive.

GG: i remember you, you talked to me a lot in my dreams AT: yEAH, bUT NOW i'M TALKING TO YOU BEING AWAKE, AT: bECAUSE, AT: yOUR ROBOT CAN'T TYPE, [...] GG: thats because my dream self died [...] AT: aW, nO, i'M DEFINITELY PRETTY SORRY TO HEAR THAT, GG: thanks, but i think im ok GG: i felt pretty shaken up at first though AT: yES, i DID TOO, AT: i SPENT SO LONG SLEEPING AND DREAMING AND PLAYING ON PROSPIT, AT: tHAT BEING AWAKE WAS MADE TO FEEL WEIRD, aND i DIDN'T LIKE IT FOR A WHILE, GG: yeah i have done a lot of sleeping myself :)

I think Jade can relate more closely than she's admitting.

After all, there's a reason she spent so much time on Prospit before the game started. It was that or the empty mansion full of corpses.

[eobarried]

ok let’s talk about miguel o’hara because it needs to be done. i want to clarify that this is not a hate post or anti-miguel in any sense, but it is a critical analysis of his character and role in the spiderverse. if you don’t feel like you can read this right now, i suggest you like it/save it for later and read it when you feel like you can with an open mind

especially for anyone who’s a miguel enjoyer (i consider myself one as well) because if you really love his character, it’s important to understand why his character was created and what a great narrative tool it is! anyway-

miguel o’hara is, allegorically, a bigot. 

now - let’s unpack and clarify that. miguel is allegorically a bigot - his character is used to represent a certain, specific type of bigotry we see in real life. notice how i’m saying “bigot” and not “racist” - because despite the memes, i don’t think miguel’s hatred of miles is rooted in antiblackness. i think it’s rooted in something a little more complicated, which is why i’m using the term bigotry. but this can be a little confusing, so let’s start from the beginning. or, at least, the most important part.

the canon.

i want you to really think about the word used here - canon. hearing that word should break the fourth wall for you, just like hearing “he’s got hammerspace!” should have earlier in the movie - or discussions different characters have surrounding their distinct art styles. it’s meant to break the fourth wall and draw attention to itself. specifically, the use of the word canon here is meant for us to take a step back from the in-universe events (treating the characters as “real” people and looking at events logically) and instead think of the spiderman story and mythos.

spiderman, as a story, has been told over and over again. we, as an audience, are deeply familiar with this story, as we’ve seen it as a live-action blockbuster in no less than three separate franchises. that’s not even mentioning all the cartoon adaptations, and of course the comic runs. adhering to a specific formula surrounding the story makes sense. when someone walks into a spiderman movie, they have certain... expectations. that no matter what version of spiderman this is, that they follow certain story beats and adhere to certain rules as they follow along in their journey. miguel, when explaining this to miles, focuses on said story beats (which i’ll get to in a second), but there’s something that’s way more important than specific plot points that we need to address here.

and that’s theme. 

theme (if you’re not an english literature person), is basically something you take away from the story. it’s usually a moral, idea, or concept that can be applied to the world around you, and helps you learn more about yourself, society, culture, or history. all stories have themes - usually they have multiple. so let’s get into it.

the original spiderman comic was notable in several ways. the thing that made spiderman so popular and successful is that he was the first (notable) teenage superhero that wasn’t a part of a greater team. spiderman wasn’t a sidekick that was written in to appeal to an audience of children. he was a teenager himself - but he was no less competent or strong than the (mostly adult) villains he fought. 

and not only was spiderman a kid - he was the kid. he was a nerd. he was an older white teen, yes - but he represented the type of person who would go out and buy a comic book more than any other hero at the time. before he became spiderman, peter parker was just kind of a geek. at the time (the 60s) this still identified him as an outcast. peter was socially awkward, not good with girls, he didn’t have many friends, and he was bullied consistently. the only thing he was good at was science, basically. we can connect peter’s original portrayal to many legitimately marginalized groups - specifically those that might be autistic and impacted by ableism. to those kids reading that comic, they saw a hero that represented them.

and how does peter represent them? what does spiderman teach these children by reading these comics? the original spiderman is the story of a man who, by chance, was granted the opportunity for greatness - to become an integral part of his community. spiderman uses his skills (both those granted to him by the spider, but also those that he inherently has, such as his skills with science and engineering), in order to prove his worth and merit. it’s lonely, the road he has to walk - he can’t tell his friends and family who he is, lest they become victims like uncle ben - or lest they betray him. he can only rely on himself and his own knowledge in order to protect his community. the themes we draw from spiderman are this: luck can strike at any time, but you need to use your own strength and intelligence to pull yourself up afterwards, no matter how hard things get. no matter how many people you lose.

that’s what miguel believes spiderman is about. this original spiderman story is that of the american dream. of a youth who is ostracized by society (for whatever reason), but is still able to use their own merit to overcome the obstacles placed in front of them and the grief and pain they face on their path to greatness. it’s a hard and lonely path, but miguel values anyone who has the bravery to face it.

so why does he hate miles?

because he didn’t do it alone. because miles doesn’t believe in the traditional american dream.

if you want to read more about that, check out my analysis comparing spider-society and visions academy over here (it’s not as in-depth as i would like it to be, but it gets the job done) but basically: miles believes that every person deserves greatness. he states it very clearly when talking to his dad about how he won the lottery to go to visions: he just got lucky. he feels as if he took an opportunity away from someone else. why is it just given to him, when anyone else at brooklyn middle is just as deserving of an amazing education? when these resources should be put to use to uplift his whole community, not just miles alone?

miles brings that same energy as a spider-person. he’s not just an anomaly because his spider was from a different dimension. he’s an anomaly because he had a mentor. not only a mentor - he had a whole clan of spider-people there for him. while peter b parker and the crew weren’t always very good allies for miles, they still wanted him to succeed. each spider-person was an outcast - not in the same way as miles, but they were eager to describe what miles needed to master in order to keep himself safe as a crime-fighter. although they weren’t always supportive, it wasn’t because they were “gatekeeping” - it’s because they were worried miles might hurt himself. to them, he hadn’t put in the work on his own, and because he hadn’t proven himself as a spider-person in isolation, they thought there was no way he could be successful as a spider-person during a very high-risk mission.

however, miles proves them wrong. it’s true that miles has to pull upon his own inner strength, but he also pulls on wisdom from those that mentored him - his father, his uncle aaron, peter parker, and peter b parker. as well as love and support from his community. miles became spiderman - but not in isolation. he had help, and support, and love - always - that helped him succeed.

because spiderman - in all universes - represents success in america. in the original comics, spiderman is able to overcome his status as an outcast in order to help his city. he now has great power - a potential allegory related to wealth and social or political status. he uses that power in order to protect the community he loves (nyc) as they can’t all protect themselves.

now let’s bring it back. miguel. right.

miguel has already made his mark as a spiderman. although we know he broke canon, it wasn’t related to him becoming spiderman. we can assume that miguel still went through serious struggle and trauma to get to where he’s at. and now, through thematic analysis, we know that becoming spiderman represents success in america.

so, miguel’s dislike of miles, thematically, connects to how older generations may believe that younger generations “have it too easy” or “don’t put in the same effort.” it’s the (mainly capitalistic) ideal that in order to succeed, it has to be in isolation, without outside help. we can infer that miguel is not only upset that miles didn’t do things “canonically” - but that he is afforded success that miguel doesn’t think he deserves. miguel believes that in order to succeed in america, one needs to do it on their own, and suffer in order to succeed. no “hand-outs,” no support, no community outreach. it’s a very rigid capitalistic standard - which is why i called it “bigoted.” miguel is still a marginalized figure - and it’s important that miguel is the one stating the viewpoint, not a white spiderman. because this isn’t a white vs black storyline. miguel’s dislike of miles is specifically a sort of generational, inter-community bigotry.

for someone who hasn’t experienced it - think of it like hazing. you join a new sports team. the senior players say “you carry the equipment out and clean everything after the game.” you ask “why? can’t we all just do it together? aren’t we supposed to be a team?” and they say “no. you’re the new guys. hard work builds character. deal with it.”

alright. so we took a look at canon through a meta-story lens. now let’s pull it back even further.

so, miguel’s ideology. he adheres firmly to canon, a series of events that cannot (or, should not), change. if we apply that to our lives, that sounds a lot like predestination. destiny. fate. let’s call it predestination for now - you’ll see why in a minute.

now, a belief in predestination makes sense. it can bring a lot of people comfort, thinking that horrible events are out of their hands, and often times it can be harmless to believe in predestination in these instances. for example: someone who blames themselves for not being able to say goodbye to a loved one who died suddenly. if this person believes in predestination, it might ease some of their pain and guilt to know that there was nothing they could do - that it was the will of some higher power that their loved one is gone, and that there was nothing they could do to prevent it. some individuals might find comfort in knowing that they are not to blame for the work of the universe.

however, predestination can also be malicious. thinking that things are the will of the universe, or the will of god... that’s been used for some pretty fucked up stuff in the past. in a more moderate (and topical) example - royalty. many kings used the concept of predestination to explain why they deserved the crown. their bloodline was chosen by god himself - that’s why they’re powerful (compare to spider-people and their success. if they are also predestined for their spider-bite, doesn’t that make them akin to monarchs?)

in more nefarious examples, predestination can be used to subjugate and oppress others. predestination was used in ancient indian society in order to justify the caste system - utilizing the hindu concept of karma to justify why certain members of society were mistreated and oppressed. in a more american sense, predestination was often used as a way to justify both slavery and segregation. originally, slavers tried to justify that god wanted black individuals to serve as slaves because it was his will. later, when divine intervention fell out of fashion, they attempted to use eugenics to justify that black individuals were simply born inferior - that it was just science, and that there was nothing they could do about it.

that’s the other reason it’s called canon. the original usage of the word was to refer to the books of the bible that the church recognized as legitimate. it ties back to faith and religion. 

now, religion, faith, and even the belief in fate itself - are not inherently bad. miguel’s belief in predestination doesn’t make him a bad or bigoted person inherently. however, the way he forces other to believe and adhere to it is. it’s very likely that miguel became so attached to the canon in order to justify why his wife and daughter died - in order to remove his own accountability for their passing and instead place the blame on some higher power. this belief snowballed out of control, however - and now influences his jealousy and distaste for miles and his way of life.

because forcing a canon - a story - on miles, is wrong. when miguel tells miles that his father must die, that he has to adhere to canon - that’s a horrible thing to say to a young black boy. to tell him that in order to be successful as a marginalized individual (to be spiderman) that he has to lose the last black male role model he has? it’s heinous! it’s akin to telling miles that in order to succeed, he has to cut ties with part of his culture. which does happen to young marginalized people in america. they are told that in order to be successful, they have to leave their culture, community, and support system behind.

it’s especially sinister when looking at it from the point of view of storytelling. when looking at it from that angle, miguel is basically telling miles that in order for his story - the story of a young black boy - to be profitable, he has to go through even more trauma and loss. it’s similar to what his guidance counselor mentions when discussing how miles should write his college entrance essay - that he should lie, and emphasize that he struggles while growing up, and that his support system was unstable. it’s the traditional story of a struggling black boy - which i discuss more here when talking about earth 42 miles and his inclusion in the spiderverse.

miguel’s bigotry is centrally tried to his idea of what american society expects of marginalized individuals who were able to achieve their dreams despite it all. a story of pain and struggle. one where they were able to - only through their own strength and intelligence, and maybe with a little bit of luck - pull themselves up, and quietly work towards their own success.

miguel’s belief in the american dream and predestination not only influences his treatment of miles, but also his creation of spider-society. now, let me be frank: miguel, in this franchise, is not supposed to represent someone who created systematic oppression. he’s simply one of the people who believed in bigoted ideals and allowed those ideals to influence his decisions. because when miguel created spider-society, it basically became an elitist isolation chamber. spider-society is located in a huge tower on miguela’s earth. the tower is so tall and imposing on the utopian landscape, there’s no way that miguel is able to properly support his own community as spiderman - he’s not worried about what happens to his own community. especially once we learn that a good portion of them live underground, where miguel can’t even see them. even if he wasn’t occupied with anomalies at all times, there’s no way he could even connect with nueva york around him.

the same can be said of all the spider-people in headquarters. they’re not even in their home dimensions. how can they possibly support their communities when they have isolated themselves as far away as they could literally be? it parallels how successful individuals often treat their communities in reality - what do wealthy people usually do at the first sign of their wealth? they build a huge mansion to get away from it all. many times in our capitalist society, wealthy and successful people abandon the communities they should be supporting. 

miguel represents that. he is a successful, powerful person, who decided to focus only on other successful, powerful people like him. marginalized people who achieved the american dream on their own. people who, instead of uplifting others, instead tear down those who don’t fit into their “mold.” who are successful in their own right, but don’t hold the same ideals and values that they do. who aren’t the model example of marginalized success in the eyes of the (white) american “audience.” 

miguel is a product of a great problem within society. while he partakes and perpetuates bigotry, that doesn’t mean that he’s irredeemable. the narrative shows that miguel is a broken man. if we think about to the end credits scene from itsv, where he calls his dimensional travel bracelet a “goober” - he wasn’t always so hateful. he wasn’t always like this. he can un-learn his bigotry and he isn’t completely lost. the way that he discusses his ideas - it’s clear that he knows that there are flaws in them, just as other spider-people consistently point out. he can be changed and improved - just like our real leaders and role models can be changed and improved. miguel is not without saving - but it’s important to remember that he does need to be saved. 

[gunilslaugh]

Fire On Fire

Goo Gunil Summary: Gunil was the dragon lord and you were a disciple of the Red Winged Phoenixes. (non-idol au) (fantasy au)  WC:~3.1k Warning:none

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“I don’t know why we’re even bothering with this,” you say, kicking your feet as you approach the dragon lord’s palace. 

“How enthusiastic of you,” Seungmin notes sarcastically, rolling his eyes. 

“He’s a dragon. Do you think a dragon is just going to give us one of his treasures?” you state.

“We’re borrowing one of his treasures,” Jiseok corrects. 

“I’m sure in his mind that’s the same as taking it from him,” you retort. 

“What’s your business here?” A guard standing outside the door interrogates you guys. 

“We’re here to see the dragon lord,” Seungmin voices firmly. 

“What concerns does our lord have with you?” the guard asked.

“We need to speak with him about lending us the past reflecting mirror,” Seungmin informs. The guard looks at the other guard standing on the other side of the door. The two of them exchange a few words before eventually stepping out of the way of the door. The door opens up allowing you to enter inside. 

The group of you walk back to the throne room. Where you see the dragon lord sitting on his big, golden throne.

“So you want to take my past reflecting mirror?” he inquired.

“Told you,” you whisper snarkily to Jiseok to which Jiseok scoffs. 

“Not take, just borrow,” Seungmin clarifies. 

“Still, why should I give it to you? What kind of dragon lord would I be if I just handed out my treasure to everyone?” Gunil prompts. 

“What would you like in exchange for lending us the mirror?” Jiseok prompts back. 

“Well I suppose…” Gunil’s words fade off and his eyes fall onto you. 

“I don’t like the ways he’s looking at me,” you say. Gunil chuckles an almost sinister sounding chuckle. 

“I’ll hold onto them.” He points at you. “While you hold onto my mirror,” he finished. 

“I don’t think-” you begin to talk. 

“Ok,” Seungmin agrees. 

“Seungmin what is wrong with you! Nothing about me staying with him is ok!” You snap. Gunil chuckles that same chuckle. 

“No, I think staying with him will do you some good. Straighten you out a bit,” he tells you. 

“I don’t need to be straightened out,” you argue. To which Seungmin arches a brow at you. “Ok, I know I’m not the most professional. I have a more carefree attitude, but I always get my job done. Plus I’m the top disciple when it comes to fighting,” you point out. 

“And the last when it comes to studies,” Seungmin was quick to add. 

“That’s not due to lack of effort though. The information just doesn’t stick,” you defended.

“That is true. They really do try when it comes to studying,” Jiseok backed you up. 

“Still, this should be a good experience for them,” Seungmin states. 

“But-” 

“No buts. You know how much we need the mirror anyway,” Seungmin cuts you off again. You sigh knowing that he was right. 

“Fine,” you grumble. 

“Perfect! It’s settled then,” Gunil claps and stands up from his chair. “Follow me,” he instructs. You all follow him to where he keeps his valuables. “Don’t mind the bit of mess I’m not used to having visitors,” he says as you enter. The room is full of clutters of different valuable items. Some being magical artifacts, others being valuable in their own way. Gems so sparkly and reflective that they hurt your eyes, pure gold challaces, jewelry more expensive than bars of gold. 

“Since you’re not used to having visitors I will gladly leave with my friends here,” you tried to get out of your current situation. 

“Nice try darling, but as long as my mirror is in your friend's hands you will be in mine,” he smiled at you. “Now where did I put that thing?” he ponders looking over the room filled with his treasures. “Ah!” He snapped his fingers. He heads over to one of his precious piles. “Here it is,” he announces after some digging. Gunil walks back over and hands the mirror over to Seungmin. 

“We will return it safely,” Seungmin assures. 

“Yep, all promises to that. We’ll be going now.” You tried one last time to escape, but before you can even get very far you feel a harsh tug on your wrist. You look down to see a red string attached to your wrist? 

“What is this?” you questioned lifting your wrist. 

“I had a feeling you might try to pull a fast one darling, so while I was getting the past reflecting mirror I also grabbed the binding thread,” Gunil discloses. 

“Binding thread?” Your eyes follow the thread connected to your wrist all the way to the other end, finding that it’s connected to Gunil’s own wrist. 

“It won’t let us get more than ten feet apart,” he adds. 

“How do you take it off?” You pulled at the luminescent red thread around your wrist. 

“Only I can undo it since I’m the one who activated it,” he tells you. 

“Well we’ll leave you two to it then. See you soon y/n,” Seungmin says. 

“Good luck, have fun,” Jiseok chimed. Before you could try to argue they were gone. 

“And then there were two,” Gunil smirks. 

“Can you take this off?” you ask, referring to the thread binding you to him. 

“I suppose I could…but I don’t really want to,” he gave the thread a playful tug, pulling you closer to him. “Why do you guys need the mirror anyway?” he questioned curiously. 

“Our master told us not to talk about it,” you reply. 

“That old geezer,” Gunil scoffs. 

“Aye,” you got after him a bit. 

“Sorry,” Gunil raised his hands in defense. 

“But still you’re using my mirror. I have the right to know what it’s being used for right?” he pointed out. 

“It’s just…” you sigh. “Complicated,” you explain. 

“I do love me a good story,” he says with a sly smile. “But let’s not talk here.” Gunil proceeds to lead you out of the room filled with his treasures. He walks back to his throne room and takes a seat. “Come on, there's plenty of room for the both of us.” He pats the empty space beside him. 

“Thanks, but I’ll stand,” you politely refuse. Gunil lets out a hearty laugh. 

“I won’t bite you,” he flashed you his teeth. 

“I wasn’t worried about that,” you let out an awkward laugh, taking a step back. The distance you put between you two is enough to make the Binding Thread light up, but not restrict your movements. 

“So what business do you little phoenixes need with my past reflecting mirror?” Gunil prompts once more. 

“I told you it’s complicated.” You slouch against the wall. 

“We have plenty of time,” he smirked at you. 

“It doesn’t really make sense,” you start. Gunil’s face puzzles slightly at your words. 

“What doesn’t make sense?” he questioned. 

“The guardian of the sapphire stone came to discuss some things with our master.” Gunil nodded along as you began to explain. “Which seemed kinda odd on its own, because I don't know what business they could possibly have together. Anyway my master called me in and ordered me to bring him some of the scrolls from our library. When I came back with the scrolls and walked over to hand them to my master. As I walked past the sapphire guardian my scar acted up really bad.” You turn your head to the side revealing your neck scar and run your fingers over it. The expression on Gunil’s face shifts. A hint of sadness glosses over his eyes.

“Acted up?” His voice almost sounds gentle. 

“Yeah, it’s not a normal scar. It burns sometimes. It really hurts,” you disclose. “Back to the story though. I walked past the guardian of the sapphire stone and my scar burned the worst it ever had. I fell into a coma for about a week too and had really weird dreams while I was in. When I woke up though my master was talking about finding the past reflecting mirror. Said that he needed it to find out the truth about what really happened one thousand years ago when the sapphire stone got stolen,” you tell. Gunil’s eyes widened a bit. 

“It’s about the sapphire stone?” he checked. You nod. 

“My master was really insistent on me being one of the ones to come here and retrieve the mirror too, but he wouldn’t tell me why.” Gunil knew exactly why though. From what you’ve told him he can tell that your master must know who you used to be and what you meant to him. 

“You said you had weird dreams while in your coma,” Gunil mentioned. 

“Yeah I did,” you said. 

“What were they about?” he asked. 

“That’s the thing. I was me, but there was also this guy who I could never see the face of. He was always blurry. He felt really familiar though. We kinda acted like a couple too. I specifically remember this one dream of us running around a flower field,” you answer. “There was also a dream where he and I died,” you added. Gunil’s face fell with his eyes that landed on your scar. 

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“Gunil you are responsible for the theft of the sapphire stone. Your punishment as called for by the heavenly gods is death by lighting strike!” The sapphire gaurdian’s voice booms. 

“He didn’t take it!” you frantically shout off from the side where two guards are holding you back. “It was already gone when we got here!” you insisted. 

“You’re nothing but an abandoned bird! Your word means nothing. In fact if you keep trying to defend him you’ll be condemned as an accomplice of his,” the sapphire guardian threatened. 

“But he really didn’t-”

“Y/n it’s ok,” Gunil cut you off. The thought of anything happening to you terrified him. Especially if it was because of him. 

“No it’s not!” you cried, tears falling from your eyes as you desperately tried to get out the hold of the guards. 

A loud cracking strike of lighting shoots down from the angry sky above, striking Gunil. Gunil lets out a pained grunt and falls to his knees. 

“No!” you scream out. More strikes continue to fall, hitting Gunil and even though you’re not the one being hit, every time you saw Gunil take a strike you felt it too. By some miracle you’re able to escape the trapping grip the guards had on you. You instantly run over to Gunil throwing your body over his, protecting him. 

“Y/n what are you doing? Stop!” Gunil tried to move you out of harm's way. Only it was too late. The next strike of lighting came down, striking you right across your neck. “Y/n!” Gunil shouted. He places his hand over your neck trying to stop the bleeding as he cradles you in lap. 

“It’s ok,” you say weakly with a smile. “I didn’t want to live without you anyway.” You weakly place one of your hands over his that was holding your neck. 

“No, no, no, this isn’t right.” He chokes on his tears. 

“It’s ok, I love you,” you tell him. 

“I love you too.” He leaned down and pressed one last kiss on your lips. Your eyes stayed closed even after he pulled away and your hold on his hand went slack. You were gone. 

To make things worse Gunil didn’t even die that day, only you did. The heavens decided that death was too gracious for him, but being forced to live the rest of his life without the happiness of his life would be the perfect punishment.  

A punishment it was. Gunil became the dragon lord after your passing. However no matter how many precious treasures he possessed they were never as precious as you. He was surrounded by the most expensive luxuries, but life never felt more poor. No matter how many shiny objects surrounded him, his life was dull. 

That was of course until he caught wind of your reincarnation. A flame of life flickered within him. As did many conflicting emotions. He wanted nothing more than to run to you and have you back in his arms, but another part of him still blames himself for your wrongful death. Plus it’s not like you remember your past life with him anyway, so figured that he would watch you from afar. Making sure that nothing bad ever happens to you. 

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“Why are you looking at me like that?” Your voice pulls Gunil out of remembering the painful past. Gunil clears his throat with a cough. 

“Like what?” He acted clueless. 

“Like you’re heartbroken,” you state, with eyes filled with sympathy. Gunil’s expression falters slightly before he covers it with a laugh. 

“I’m the dragon lord. What could I possibly be heartbroken about?” he said. 

“I don’t know, but your eyes always seem sad,” you tell him. “Plus you’re over a thousand years old, I’m sure you’ve been through something, multiple somethings even,” you continued. 

“I’m kinda shocked to hear you say that. You’ve been acting like you don’t care about me and you were clearly upset with getting stuck here with me,” Gunil expresses. 

“I wasn’t upset because of being stuck here with you. I was upset because I want to know the truth about the sapphire stone too. This might sound weird, but I just feel like whatever happened back then has something to with me,” you inform. 

“Why do you think that?” Gunil questioned. There is a bit of a glimmer in Gunil’s eyes. Maybe there was the slightest chance that you could recover your memories from your past life. Your coma “dreams” were proof of that enough.

“Well that dream I told you I had while in the coma. The one where him and I died,” you say. Gunil nodded for you to continue. “It was because of the sapphire stone. That guy got wrongfully convicted of stealing it. His punishment was death by lighting, but I couldn’t just let him die, so I ran out to save him and died after shielding him from a lighting strike,” you explained. “My master tried to tell me that it was just a crazy dream, but the lightning struck me right here.” You ran your finger along the scar that ran across your neck. “In the exact same spot and I told you before how this isn’t a normal scar. Nor do I remember how I got it. Master said I was born with it. I suppose I could just be making a big deal out of nothing, but-”

“You aren’t” Gunil cut you off. 

“What?” You look at him confused. 

“Your coma dreams are memories from your past life,” he tells you. “You already know the truth about what happened to the sapphire stone one thousand years ago.” 

“How would you know that?” you questioned. Gunil stands up from his throne. Taking the few steps over to where you still stood leaning against the wall. Gunil ever so slowly lifts his hand and brings it to the scar on your neck. He gives you plenty of time to move away or swat his hand. Neither of which you do, but your breath does pick up as his warm fingers gently rest on your scarred skin. It almost feels familiar. The scar on your skin lights up, but it doesn’t burn.

“Though you do have a bit of the story wrong. I never died…just you,” he choked. He’s looking at you with those heartbroken eyes again. 

“You?” you say softly Gunil nods and snaps his fingers. 

Suddenly you two are transported to the flower field that you remember from your “dreams”. 

“It’s real,” you say, taking in the breathtaking, surreal scenery.

“Of course it’s real,” Gunil says, admiring you. This moment felt very surreal for him too. Being here with you back in the flower field. 

“Wait,” you suddenly state in the midst of enjoying the flower field. 

“What is it?” Gunil asked. 

“If you’ve had the past reflecting mirror all this time. How come you never used it to clear your name?” you questioned. 

“You died because of me, so I felt like I didn’t deserve to have my name cleared. Even if I did it would have been pointless anyway. Life without you was pointless. I had all the precious treasures in the world, but none of them were you. None of them made me happy. Nothing made me happy,” he reveals. 

“How come you didn’t come to me then?” you inquired. 

“Who says I didn’t?” he responded. 

“What?” your brows knitted together in confusion. 

“This isn’t Binding Thread,” Gunil states, lifting up his wrist tied with the red thread. “It’s Soulmate String” he corrects. “I casted the spell for it right before you died, so that I could find you once you came back. I’ve been watching over you ever since you reincarnated.” 

“I did find it a bit strange that it was red,” you chuckled. Gunil takes a step closer to you so that he can grab your hand. Linking your fingers together like the threads that bind you together. The red string flashes and everything comes back to you. Every single moment between you and Gunil that happened one thousand years ago.

Which would have been a very beautiful moment if your scar had not flared up while doing so. The stinging burn makes you wince in pain and Gunil panic. 

“What’s the matter are you? Y/n you have to be ok!” he shouts frantically cupping his hand over your burning scar. This moment reminds him much too much of how your past life ended. You place your hand over his, that’s holding your neck, and give it a squeeze. You open your eyes and your other hand goes to cup his cheek.

“I’m ok” you smile at him. “Don’t cry” you say, wiping the tears that welted up in his eyes. Gunil lets out a huge sigh of relief and pulls you against him in a tight embrace.

“Don’t do that. I can’t lose you again” He held you impossibly tighter. 

“I won’t go anywhere. I promise” you reassure him. You hug him back while gently running your hands up and down his back. “I’m ok” you repeated. After a while the two of you pull away. 

“Seriously, don’t leave me again please? Life is nothing but pain without you,” he begs. 

“I won’t leave you,” you reassure him again. 

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In the end Gunil, the great dragon lord's name was cleared. You now live happily with him in his palace. Where even amongst all his precious shiny highly valuable treasures, you were the most precious of all. Gunil was going to treasure you for the rest of your twos’ lives.

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[hcfiles]

Hi, I don't know if you've ever been around people who suffer from anxiety or if you've experienced it yourself. I know I hate being in a relationship, especially when my symptoms are severe. It's always "but you have a good life" and so on. But I don't tell them all… what it's like to have constantly panic attacks make you feel like you're going to die, and your heart rate increases., being mocked, then I prefer them to stay quiet and obviously I'm harsh on them so they leave me alone. So we're seen as narcissists even though we can't make ourselves understood, especially by our parents who ask us about grandchildren when we're not stable. They think having children will cure us. You see, fans like me will find it hard to criticize him because he can't handle himself, but also because we are aware of the weight of people's criticism. And I'm called weak or fragile, ungrateful, lazy, weird. I'm telling you all this so that you can understand people like us, but if you still don't believe us, it's because we live in a shitty society. We're so unstable that neither relationships nor jobs last. We're the failures of society. Our choices will be based primarily on our ability to manage our fears. This leads to new medications, new diagnoses, new side effects. But it’s okay it’s definitely entirely our fault, we’re always dramatic for nothing.

Hi. Your description was clarifying for those who don't know what it's like. But, yes. Believe me. I know. But, he's not alone. He has an entire support among managers, PR team, AR team, family and you name it, who all know about his limitation and work in favor of hiding it from fans and of protecting him, besides helping him make the right decisions, for in his case, all these people have a financial interest and he is in the place of a legal person. As a person with extreme anxiety, do you allow people to force you to go through a situation you know that will be unbearable for you and that will cause you a panic attack or you deny doing it to avoid crisis, because you can't stand the symptoms? People with anxiety, from medium to severe (which I believe could be his case), usually boycott themselves to avoid a crisis and unpleasant symptoms. OK. You might say the PR stunts were a safe situation he was used to and that's why he did it. But, the strategies used against negative publicity... Those weren't. All he had to do was say NO. But again, I'll give the benefit of the doubt. Maybe he didn't say it, for he thought he could trust the team. But, as he saw they were actually putting more fuel to fire, he should have backed up. OK, again, I will be condescending and suppose.... I don't know. I lost myself. I do believe he is anxious and shy, but he has managed his anxiety over the years feeling more comfortable with duties. Up to now. This shenanigan could have been avoided if he had avoided escorting. This is what led him to this situation, choosing to sell himself as an escort, pretending a fake life also off duty. Not his anxiety. I don't criticize his symptoms. I criticize the decision that led him to the symptoms. Even being a person with low emotional IQ, a public figure who works trusting his manager, he has a certain autonomy to say NO to situations that can jeopardize his integrity. But, then, again, I can be condescending and suppose he signed a deal to always have others deciding for him, without being acquainted about the situation he will put himself in. In this case, he's more than extremely anxious. He's a moron. Sorry, I don't think he's the kind that lets someone else decide deals for him without knowing what he's getting into. Being a person with extreme anxiety (you know that), he is very selective and avoids stressful unnecessary situations. This shenanigan was a whole new thing for him, a different type of PR deal that could have been avoided. He had done it before (KC, the hunter), there was no negative follow up and his image wasn't jeopardized. This time, the real way they all work, the truth about this escorting service and the way he really deals with this part of his life came public. If not, his anxiety would be safe and they wouldn't have induced his symptoms. So, was it intentional to screw him?

[wlw-stanbot]

Yelena opened her eyes as soon as footsteps entered the room again. The edges of her vision blurred with drugs and alcohol and pain, but Kate’s face clarified as it came closer. She focused in on the bright blue eyes framed by errant strands of curly black hair that fell forward as she leaned over. Her eyes flicked down just slightly to the lush pink lips that had been on hers just a few minutes ago and couldn’t help but smile with the memory of it.

Kate Bishop. Kate. Her little hawk. No. Stop it. You sound like a love struck fool from a stupid American movie.

Yelena wrenched her eyes away but Kate still stood there. With a quick side glance she realized that the hovering woman was trying to hand her something.

“Are you in too much pain to eat? You should try to anyway. You won’t heal without food.” Kate was holding a plate with wonderful smelling triangles on it and a steaming mug.

Pizza. Right. That’s where she went. Yelena started to realize her blood loss may have been worse than she anticipated. She avoided looking down at her abdomen, which was still wholly exposed except for the loose pile of gauze covering her wound, reaching for the plate and mug instead.

“Thank you, Kate. You’re sweet like…marshmallows,” Yelena looked into the mug of chocolate, expecting to see the usual topping she had just mentioned, but the fluffy little pillows were nowhere to be found. She frowned into the dark brown liquid.

Kate grimaced, “Yeah, sorry. I ate the rest of the bag a few hours ago. Well, technically it was the second bag. I finished the one we opened before you left a few days ago. They’re just so easy to eat, you know. Like little pillows of sweet and sticky - ”

Yelena watched Kate dive fully into one of her typical rambles, her mind and eyes drifting back to the mouth as it was talking. She grabbed a slice of pizza and shoved it into her mouth to stop herself from thinking about the ways she wanted to interrupt the rapidly moving lips.

Fuck…chew your damn pizza and don’t look up again.

“...you know what I mean?"

Yelena’s resolve faltered immediately. She looked into Kate’s expectant face, having no idea what words it had just been producing. She stared blankly, trying to remember…something about marshmallows?

“You aren’t listening,” Kate narrowed her eyes then just as quickly softened,” - sorry, of course…I’m rambling. You’re probably too tired to pay attention. It’s ok. I’ll uh, go, just let me know when you’re done and - “

Yelena felt herself sitting up slightly and speaking more forcefully than she truly had the energy for, “No, don’t go. Please.”

New chapter is up, a little fluffy, a lot of emotions.

[allamericanb-tch]

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currently riding off the adrenaline rush that was doing my final project for english literally 30 minutes before it was due. will i be pulling an all nighter? i hope not. i have things to do tomorrow. but it is entirely possible. it is currently 12:11 am on may 4th. i will be back with the time when i stop reading. ok. it’s 1:50 am and im done with chapter two. i’m tired but also im not but im going to force myself to sleep bc ill regret it if i dont. 

chapter 1

guys i need long rosekiller fic recs. this is so irrelevant but

cruel summer! i love swifties.

modern AUs are really starting to grow on me

guys i love dorcas so much she’s so cool i’m in love with her 

celsius jump scare (i just looked up the conversion and 30°C is 86°F which is PERFECT WEATHER what is regulus yapping about)

“honestly, straight guys. a mystery to regulus.”

“dorcas is almost too gay to function.” we should totally just stab caesar!!!

they’re in spain why did i think they were in australia

BARTY?!

yes dorcas you ARE a bad bitch

i’m living for dorcas and regulus friendship

lily! my love <3

remus!

JAMES POV!!! james is my favorite guys i love him so much

is james hispanic in this omg (wait yeah that would make sense if this takes place in spain…) hispanic james is so dear to me

MARLENE!!!! just a mention of her but i love marlene. so. much.

no why is he being mean ☹️ i mean i get why but james fleabag potter is the most Genuinely Nice Guy to every Genuinely Nice Guy

peter!

frank!!

hogwarts spa and resort 😭

regulus pov again!

rip bartylus ☹️

six weeks!

the tired is setting in i might just read one chapter and then go to sleep

omg black brothers reunion when??

james pov again! i’m glad this fic clarifies the povs i like that

eeee jegulus

sex wax mention

regulus pov again again! 

dorcas calling remus “tall dark and handsome” genuinely that phrase confused me so much for so long (it still does) like im just imagining them being enveloped in a perpetual shadow

what the fuck is a half british half american accent with a spanish twang

this fic is irking me, but generally all modern AUs do

“there go his plan for ogling” REAL

james pov again again!

sirius!

not lily thinking regulus is dorcas’ boyfriend

sirius is a short queen and i love him 

remus pov!!!

eeee sirius

wolfstarwolfstarwolfstar

PANDORA!!!!!!!

i love remus and regulus friendship

i love long end notes

chapter 2

“But also, he’s so freaking tired.” james being the realest ever

enemies to lovers wolfstar

SIRIUS BEING 5’5 i love it

regulus pov! 

oooooo

jegulus is jegulusing

i have to pee SO BAD rn omg

eee james pov

oh me oh my 

remus pov! 

dorcas!!!!!

regulus pov again 

chapter 3

i am back many hours later (i am driving to prom) (don’t worry i am not the one driving)

excited for this one

i have no idea what the work aspect of this fic is about

STOP DONT CALL SUNSCREEN CREAM AHHH

“i’m weird. i’m a weirdo. i don’t fit in. i don’t want to fit in.” 

platonic prongsfoot ❤️‍🩹

“i want to be marlene when i grow up” REAL

i hate the way paraphernalia is spelled so much

dorlene!!!!!!

marlene 😭 i love her so much

ew stop saying tall dark and handsome it’s so wattpad

dorlene is dorlening

i think regulus is going to stumble upon sirius rn

I KNEW IT AHHH

and he’s running away

AH james

jegulus is jegulusing

oh my god

this is so wattpad and im living for it honestly

“hello brother” BAH STOP

regulus having a canis major tattoo ❤️‍🩹

chapter 4

i stopped reading and it is now one more day later

james is so. james.

“Grumbling under his breath, he connects his phone via Bluetooth and finds his one sad playlist. It exists for emergencies only, but he thinks this qualifies.” HELP

regulus has been found 

jegulus jegulus jegulus

james 😭 

regulus having a peanut allergy

jamessss whyyyy ☹️

barty jump scare

stoppppp omg ew

lily!!!!!

pandora!! i love her so much

🎶you look like stevie nicks🎶

pandalily ?! eat. 

i love pandora so much omg

greyback ??

james and sirius 

chapter 5

what is 1700 in normal time

sirius leaving the note for regulus ❤️‍🩹 

remus “i can’t fucking stand you” lupin and sirius “you’re welcome to kneel” black

dorcas!

arepas mmm

dorcas!

PLEASE barty and regulus texting i can’t with them

i lpve moonwater

chapter 6

dinner ahhh

beer is literally just bread soda

james is such a mom friend

midnights !!!!!

NOAH KAHAN !!!!!

sirius has excellent music taste

jegulus ahhh

peter 😭 i love him so much

stop this is giving me the ick

WHAT THE F

i’m eating this enemies to lovers wolfstar up please they need to kiss so bad

jegulus

chapter 7

regulus just pining

yes sirius you’re absolutely right lost the breakup IS a banger

MATILDA IS NOT A SKIP

omg is it called you signed up for this bc of the maisie peters song. 

“There are only two reasons Sirius will get out of bed before eight am. Mortal peril or good waves.”

sirius and remus alone together ?!

KISS ALREADY

AHHHHHHH

wolfstar is wolfstaring

oh they’re really going at it

yeah that was really. hmm. i mean good for them honestly but

“Remus’ mouth twitches, then he looks at Sirius, who is trying very hard to avoid his gaze for some reason. It’s odd, and Regulus doesn’t like it. Did they have a fight or something?” yeah or something

sirius and regulus ☹️

marlene 😭 icon as always

james!

yay i love dancing

regulus being regulus (pining after james)

chapter 8

oh? hanky panky in this chapter ?!

no hablo español

regulus calling james mr darcy

THE HAND FLEX SCENE yes it is a classic

mcdonald’s so america core

james carrying an epipen for regulus ❤️‍🩹

omg they’re going dancing

james respectful king

omg daddy yankee mention we used to listen to his songs in middle school spanish class 

jegulus is jegulusing omg

sirius pov 

eeeee wolfstar happenings

moonwater friendship <3

CANNON FODDER 😭

chapter 9

lily!!!!!

pandora ?!

i love lesbian lily

pandalily!

keeping it platonic my ass

yeah inside joke. sure.

“If Mary finds out he took Remus into the staff corridor, she’ll neuter him” 😭😭

wow this author just loves the phrase “kisses their teeth”

i love sirius and regulus

BAH REGULUS AND THE TAYLOR REFERENCES i love him so much

regulus having no friends his whole life he’s just like me fr

james you menace

STOP SAYING CREAM IM BEGGING YOU

“While Regulus is having a small, private crisis” that’s one way to put it

i really don’t like barty in this which is sad for me because i love barty

“Do you really want to faint in front of Sirius like you’re a Victorian lady?”

what are they doing

please stop saying “#/10 would ___” it’s so millennial 

i was gonna stop here but i think i will read one more

chapter 10

hanky panky hanky panky

i love dorlene 

i love pandalily

we need more wlw centric fics if i was confident in my writing abilities that is what i would do

dorcas!! 

guys i love dorlene so much

being a multishipper is so fun bc i love marylily so much but pandalily eats every time

i love forced proximity

sirius having to run after remus bc sirius is Very Short and remus is Very Tall so real

oh they’re in the backseat now

oh jegulus

oh me oh my

THEYRE KISSING AHHHHHHH

stop i can’t believe it’s only been a week

they’re really going at it aren’t they

ew stop this is giving me the ick

ok im going to read another chapter

chapter 11

this is the last one i swear

sirius telling lily! underrated friendship frfr

marlene!

i love jegulus so much omg

i love the word magnanimous 

remus telling regulus

poor dorcas ☹️

“You’re like a pesky mosquito, you know that?” Remus groans, shaking his head. Unbelievable.

“Hmm, yeah, I guess. I mean, I’d like to bite you.” 😭😭 sirius you menace

regulus you menace

“You are a menace.” this is exactly what i’ve been saying

sirius jump scare

oh me oh my

i love pandora

oh ?!

ok reading the next chapter

chapter 12

oh me oh my

not imagine dragons 😭

hospital 🫡

eeeeee they’re kissing

wolfstar

sleepover ?!

why is this hilarious

sirius is such a menace

i love sirius and regulus so much

“Barty made Regulus feel like the world was against them. James makes Regulus feel like it’s them against the world.”

dorcas! 

dorlene ☹️

jegulus is jegulusing

ew stop this is giving me the ick

ok i actually have to sleep now