#also not included in the main post since that's just my mind saying things rather than something actually there but re. kaworu and rei
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I'm so happy to see people talking and drawing ca! Your art is so cute! I love the kawoAsuRei friendship in this series so much: the way kaworu shielded rei and encouraged her to express herself more, asuka standed up for rei, and asuka declared companionship to kaworu while kaworu worried about her safety. It's especially refreshing to see kaworu bonding with people other than shinji
WAAAAHH that makes me so happy, thank you so much!!! I'm glad to know there's more Campus Apocalypse fans around ;__;đđ
And YEEEESS YOU GET IT!!! As much as I love Kaworu and Shinji's relationship, it made me a little sad that Kaworu hardly got to interact with characters other than him in the main canon, so I LOVEEE that CA introduces him at the beginning and as one of the main characters with the other kids. Him getting to interact and form relationships with Rei and Asuka too is so exciting and so much fun!!!
Evangelion: Campus Apocalypse - Ch. 7
His and Rei's relationship is so sweet, they give off the impression that they're very close - they feel like siblings almost? He's pretty affectionate with her and she's the only one who knows Kaworu's an angel until he tells Shinji... Plus her asking Kaworu for help when she wanted to learn how to cook despite him implying to be just as clueless about it was really cute đđ
Evangelion: Campus Apocalypse - Ch. 14
Asuka and Kaworu have such an interesting dynamic too!!! They're friends but she puts some distance between herself and the "weirdo brigade" as she puts it to try and retain a sense of normalcy, and she calls Kaworu a freak likely as a lighthearted jab while none the wiser that he's an angel, but that coupled with the fact that angels killed her parents in this universe adds some tension to it...
Evangelion: Campus Apocalypse - Ch. 21 // Ch. 22
And that makes it really sweet once she Does learn about it and puts the fact that he's her friend above everything else đ„șđ„ș WAAAHHH
Evangelion: Campus Apocalypse - Ch. 21
AND ASUKA AND REI TOO i love this moment sooo much it's so sweet..... also Asuka using her lap as a pillow for Rei until she goes after Kaworu was super cute đđđđ THEY'RE SO DEAR TO MEEE
#anon#asks#campus apocalypse#nge#nge ca#kaworu nagisa#rei ayanami#asuka langley soryu#i was SO excited when i saw this ask. took me a bit to reply bc i wanted to take it as an excuse to ramble abt ca friendships#i'm always going on about ca!kawoshin bc the headpats plot point makes me insane but#i'm sooo fond of the other friendships in ca I LOVE KAWORU HAVING MORE FRIENDS I LOVE THE CHILDREN BEING FRIENDS#i'm a simple woman i see my special little guys and power of friendship and i lose my mind#also not included in the main post since that's just my mind saying things rather than something actually there but re. kaworu and rei#what if when rei was created kaworu deliberately befriended her so she wouldn't be all alone like he used to be before shinji. explodes#toma reads comics#<-since that's my panel posting tag
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GOODBYES ARE BITTERSWEET | Sebastian Vettel â©âË.â PART 5: I'LL NEVER LEAVE... NEVER MIND [PREVIOUS PART] [NEXT PART]
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ferrari sebastian vettel x ex gf!female reader
word count: 4437
summary: after not seeing each other in almost five years, seb and y/n finally meet with just one purpose for her: telling seb they have a 4 year old daughter. will y/n be able to tell him?
warnings: mentions of sex. i think nothing else but i literally cried while writing this. i recommend that you listen to loml by taylor swift while reading this hehe
taglist: [ @saltycomicsanimalssalad @hc-dutch @mycenterfold @simplyamberj @spitesfvl-blog @jaydaaasworld @lottalove4evelyn @zoeyjadetice2010 @jehun @ferralari @cosmoscoffeee @mcmuppet @myescapefromthislife @sleutherclaw @youre-on-your-ownkid ]
a/n: i'm finally back! sorry you had to wait this long to get a new chapter but writers block had me going like crazy, as well as my mental health in general. i had something else planned for today BUT be aware of what I'm posting tomorrow since you might like it! christmas is coming soon and i have a surprise ready for you. let me remind you that feedback and reposts are truly appreciated. and also comment me your thoughts and theories on the story pls! missed you so much guys, thank you for everything, love you all <3
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May 15th Heppenheim, Germany
âY/N, remember that you need to be careful with what you say to Seb. I know you want to tell him about Emily, but also consider whether today is the right time. Imagine ifâŠâ
You stop listening to Hanna the moment her lips utter your daughterâs name. Instead, your mind started creating a thousand different scenarios about what could happen when you saw your ex-boyfriend today. Your gaze remained fixed on the mirror in your room.
You only returned home five days ago, but it felt like an eternity.
You knew perfectly well why, or rather, you knew perfectly well who was to blame for your distorted sense of time: Sebastian Vettel, of course.
The trip to London felt like a fresh start. While the main reason to go was your meeting with Capital Records to discuss what your near future might hold, you considered it as an opportunity to rethink what you wanted to do with your life from now on.Â
You had just turned 30, and the only thing you longed for was to start this new decade with a clean slate in every possible way. That, of course, included facing your past mistakes and recognizing your faults, one of which you might be about to commit today.
Hanna acted as some sort of mediator between you and Seb because, no matter how hard you tried, you couldnât bring yourself to send him even the simplest of messages. The driver seemed to understand, as he told Hanna not to worry, that he understood, and that all you needed to do was show up without standing him up.Â
Despite having agreed to meet at your house, you decided to dress up a little to present yourself in the best way possible. After spending far more time than youâd like to admit choosing what to wear, you settled on a light blue knee-length dress and white Converse sneakers, with a bracelet your daughter made (or better said your mother made, just Emily took credit for).
"Y/N, are you even listening to me?"
The reflection of your best friend in the mirror startled you. You turned towards her, trying to maintain the calm youâve lacked since returning from London. Exactly five days that have felt like five years.
Like the five years since you last saw Seb.
"Hey, cat got your tongue or what?" insisted the blonde. "Seriously, Y/N, I want you to be speechless, but preferably when you and Seb take the conversation from the couch to the bed and he makes you scream his name again just like he used to do when..."
"Hanna, for God's sake, shut up! Seb and I are only going to talk about..."
"I know, I know, I was just trying to make you laugh. You know I like to..."Â
Suddenly, the doorbell rang.
If you were restless before, pacing back and forth in your room, checking that there was no trace of Emily in the house for Seb to find, now you were frozen like a statue.
You looked at Hanna, and she looked back at you. You shrugged, but Hanna just put her exaggeratedly unfriendly faces.
"Hanna, no..."
"It's Seb, Y/N! It's just Seb, for heaven's sake," she interrupted, and you cut her off just as fast.
"It's the Seb I haven't seen in five years!" you stammered, feeling the anxiety taking over. "Seriously, Hanna, this was a very, very bad idea. I donât even know why I asked you to tell him to come and..."
"Because he's the father of your daughter, and your only goal is to tell him!" she yelled, trying not to raise her voice too much but failing miserably. You hoped to God Vettel didnât hear that.
"Hanna..."
"Since I know you're not going to open the door, I'll do it myself. Stay here or come down, do whatever you want, but I'll tell Seb to come find you because clearly, you can't handle welcoming your guest," she declared.
Without saying anything else, she strided out of your room. You could only follow her, practically tripping down the stairs, legs trembling like a teenager on her first date. Your pulse was pounding in your temples, while your mind kept screaming at your body to calm down.
As soon as you stepped onto the ground floor, you saw Hanna opening the door. Her cheerful voice broke the silence, asking Seb how he was and, to your surprise, inviting him in.
You inched closer, not quite enough for them to notice you. Then you stopped, inspecting Seb from head to toe, as if you didn't already know every inch of his body by heart. Even though you were used to seeing him on TV and social media daily, it felt like you havenât seen him in all this time youâve been out of touch. He was wearing a slightly worn-out white t-shirt and jeans. His hair was perfectly trimmed, though a bit longer on top, and his beard, probably several days old, was what caught your attention the most, looking just the way you liked it.
But what really captivated you was the bouquet of yellow tulips he was holding, just like he used to bring you for dates or whenever it was a special day for either of you back when you were dating.
You swallowed hard, guilt washing over you as you thought, for a fleeting moment, about him handing you a flower bouquet before you told him you were having his baby.
"Hi..."
You thought your whisper was too soft to be heard, but it was quite the opposite.
Both Seb and Hanna turned to look at each other, then focused on you, still standing in the entryway. Your best friend tensed up slightly, but you tried to reassure her with a slight movement of your hands. The expression on your ex-boyfriendâs face seemed to light up at your small intervention, even if it was minimal.
âWell, Seb, I'll leave you with Y/N. I have a few errands to runâŠâ Your friend tried to excuse herself, though both of you knew it wasnât true. âSee you later for a drink guys!
She winked and quickly slipped out, shutting the door behind her before either of you could even say goodbye.
Now, it was just the two of you, alone.
Seb looked at you again, and you couldnât help it but get lost in the blue of his eyes. The situation felt strange. You used to cherish every moment of being alone together, but now you didnât even know how to say a simple "hello."Â
You once trusted him completely, and now you were unsure whether to offer him a drink or tell him that you have a four-year-old daughter.
âHi, sunshine,â he said, breaking the silence.
âHi, Seb.â
He took a step towards you, slowly moving closer. You noticed how his gaze shifted from the flowers to your eyes, as if he was searching for some kind of answer from you. His eyes reflected a mixture of nervousness and tenderness, stirring a whirlwind of emotions inside you.Â
He didnât have to say it, you could see it in his eyes. He was afraid of how youâd react to this gesture, this little detail that used to drive you crazy, but now⊠you didnât know how to feel about it.
You, on the other hand, were utterly stunned.Â
How, after all this time and how cold you ended things, could he still do this? How could he still remember?
âThese... are for you,â he finally said, his voice low and shaky. He handed you the bouquet, his hands trembling.
You met his gaze, and the way he looked at you was filled with fear, insecurity, and maybe, just maybe, a bit of tenderness. He didnât need to say it out loud because you knew him too well. He was afraid of how youâd react to this gesture.
âThank you,â you managed to say, taking your time to smell the flowers.
You couldnât hold it in. Tears began to blur your vision, and a wave of embarrassment washed over you.
He noticed. Even though you didnât want to, even though you didnât feel capable of getting close enough to give him a kiss on the cheek or maybe even a hug, Seb did it anyway.
âIt's okay, Y/N,â he whispered. âItâs okay...â
But it wasnât okay⊠it was far from okay.
Sebastian Vettel was here, once again, standing in front of you, and possibly back in your life. The boy you once considered your best friend, the best friend you fell in love with, the driver you always supported, and most importantly, the father of your child, was back in your life in such an unexpected way that it still felt surreal.
âI donât know...â you tried to speak, but the words wouldnât come out. âIt feels surreal that after everything, after such an empty goodbye, here we are, together again,â you confessed. âItâs weird seeing you in front of me in the flesh and not as pixels on a screen.â
âY/NâŠâ
âIâve missed you, Seb. So much.â
You knew your honesty didnât catch him by surprise, because he felt the same way. Thatâs what hurt the most.
âI missed you too, Y/N. I really did...â he said after a moment, wrapping his arms around you, and you pressed your face against his chest.
âSebâŠâ
âDonât overthink it, really,â he interrupted gently. âIâm not here to talk about the past or blame anyone,â he paused, letting out a breath before continuing. âI just want us to go back to who we were before we were together. But, if Iâm being honest, weâve been in love with each other for so long that I canât remember a time when you werenât my everything.â
Your lips trembled. The weight of his words was too much for you to handle, at least today, in a first encounter where you havenât even spent ten minutes together.
You felt awful. You felt shattered inside knowing that if you were in this situation, it was because of you.
âWell, Y/N, tell meâŠâ
âNo, no,â you quickly interrupted, grabbing his arm and guiding him to sit on the couch. Immediately after, you rushed to the kitchen to grab the drinks and snacks you spent all morning preparing. âYou tell me first. Even though Iâve seen you on TV, I know youâre very private about your life, you know... You never share anything with the media, and well, you donât even have social media so⊠How are you?â
He let out a short laugh as he picked up a bottle of water and a cheese-and-salmon toast.
âWell, to be honest, Iâm doing much better than when you left me,â he revealed. It didnât surprise you. After all, it was what you expected him to say. âYou must have had your reasons for breaking up with me, and after all these years, Iâm not going to ask why you did it. But I wonât lie to you⊠you left me shattered, Y/N.â
âSeb, Iâm sorry. I didnât mean toâŠâ
âI know,â he cut in softly, making a gentle gesture with his hand to calm you down. âLike I said, Iâm not looking for an explanation or an apology. I just want you to know how I felt. Mentally⊠damn, Y/N, you broke me, and I completely lost myself, but at the same time, thatâs what gave me the strength to win the championship in 2013,â he looked away from your eyes, shifting his gaze to the wall. Nervously, he started playing with his fingers. âAll I could think about was you and that, maybe, there was a chance you were watching...â
âOf course I was, Seb,â you said softly, trying to hold back the tears and keep your composure. âNo matter what happened, I never stopped watching or supporting you. Iâve always been, and will always be, your number one fan.â
He nodded, a bittersweet expression crossing his face.
âThat year, everything I did was with the thought in mind that you were watching and, somehow, it helped me move forward. But⊠2014 was when everything fell apart,â he admitted. âRed Bull wasnât the same anymore, or at least, I didnât feel the same way. I wasnât winning, Daniel was beating me⊠I felt like I had lost everything, including you and, with time, I started to feel like I had no reason to stay with the team or maybe even in Formula 1. Until Ferrari offered me the contract.â
You remembered it like it was yesterday. Unlike any regular sports fan, you found out through Heike when you were out for a walk with Emily.
âWhen I was given the chance to sign with Ferrari in 2015... Y/N, really, thatâs when I realized it wasnât the end. Thatâs what I needed to move forward. I think I mentioned it to you on WhatsApp, but I donât know if you rememberâŠâ
You swallowed hard. Of course, you remembered. He told you just before the news became public, before his mum told you, but you didnât know how to answer him or if you really should do it. The demons in your head made you think it was a joke, even just an excuse to get closer to you. And you also felt that if he did sign with Ferrari, it would open a door you had closed because you werenât ready to face the truth.
Just like you were doing now.
âI remember, yes,â you murmured, unable to look him in the eyes.
âWhen I didnât get a reply from you I decided not to push it. Thatâs when I realized you didnât want anything to do with me. Yet I kept sending you stuff as you might knowâŠâ
âThatâs not itâŠâ You could barely speak. You were as broken as he was. âI read the message, Seb, but⊠I burst into tears and didnât have the strength to reply. I didnât want to give you false hope when I wasnât ready to⊠I didnât want to hurt you more than I already had,â you confessed. âI knew that if I spoke to you again, Iâd hurt you again. And Iâd hurt myself too. I couldnât do that to you, Seb.â
He nodded, looking for some kind of affirmation in your gaze.
âAt first, I felt really out of place on the team, you know? And I felt that way for a long time,â he revealed. âIt was completely out of my comfort zone, and I felt like Iâd never fit in. But little by little, Kimi, Maurizio, and the team made me feel like family. Itâs strange to think about it now, but I canât imagine being with any team other than Ferrari.â You agreed with him, from what you had seen on TV, it was clear he felt that way. âFighting for the world title with them this year and having a real shot at beating Mercedes⊠I never thought Iâd get to this point.â
You looked at him with a mix of admiration and nostalgia. This was the Seb you knew, the Seb with ambition, who always desired more and more. The Seb who never gave up.
The Seb who didnât break down, even when he had every reason to.
âIâm so proud of you, Seb. Iâve always been, and I always will be. Donât forget that.â
âOf course, Y/N,â he looked uncomfortable. Quite a bit, actually. âWell⊠enough about me. You know I donât like talking about myself⊠What about you? What have you been up to all this time? My mom told me a bit, and Iâve seen you a few times, butâŠâ
More than not knowing what to say, you sensed he didnât want to intrude too much into your life.
You swallowed, trying not to get more nervous than you already were, because now, you supposed, was the moment to tell him about Emily.
âWell, not much has changed, really,â you started, unsure of what to say. âIâve been in Heppenheim the whole time, except for a couple of trips to Berlin, but nothing unusual,â you tried to smile, but your mind kept circling around the fact that you had to tell him you had a daughter. âIâve been working at the bar and writing music. To be honest, since we broke up Iâve had a lot more inspiration.â
And since I gave birth to Emily, you thought.
Seb didnât say anything. You figured he understood. After all, he had thrown himself into his career to cope, while you had poured your emotions into writing songs about the story you shared to cope with grief.
âNow things have changed a bit,â you continued, trying to sound more upbeat to push away the painful memories. âEver since Red went viral⊠I swear, I uploaded it without expecting anything, but the reactionâŠâ
âThe song is amazing, Y/N. Of course it went viral.â
âIâve been offered a record deal,â you blurted out. âA few years ago, I met Niall Horan at the bar. You know, the guy who was on that band, One DirectionâŠâ Seb nodded, his eyes wide, encouraging you to continue. âHe told me he was traveling to find some inspiration for his solo career, and I guess Heppenheim seemed like a good place for him to visit.â
âWait, wait⊠a record deal?â
âApparently, Niall told his label that I was the voice behind Red, and, well⊠Capital Records offered me a contract,â you explained. âThey called me to have a meeting in London, which is why we couldnât meet up last timeâŠâ
His face was calm, unreadable, though his mouth had curved into a big smile. He didnât seem surprised, and you knew there was a strong chance Hanna had told him everything.
If that was trueâŠ
âI hope you accepted, Y/N.â
âWell⊠actually, I didnât. I turned it down.â
His smile faded for a moment, and his expression became completely serious.
âYou turned it down? Why? Sunshine, this is an opportunityâŠâ
âYes, I know itâs an amazing opportunity, but I canât accept it. Not right now.â
You figured this was the moment you should tell him the real reason behind rejecting such a big deal, which included a tour if you sold a certain amount of CDs.
Sebastian kept staring at you, which only made you more nervous. You tried to gather your thoughts, searching for the right way to tell him you had a four-year-old daughter, but you couldnât find the moment.
You couldnât just drop it on him now, after all, this was your first real conversation in almost five years.
âY/N, darlingâŠâ
âI canât take the risk when the only thing Iâve managed is to get one song out of all the ones I sent to the label to go viral,â you half-lied. It was true that you didnât want to talk about it yet, but you were also insecure about your music. âAs much as Iâd love to have an album, to fill stadiums and have people singing along to my songs, I canât take that risk.â
âBut, Y/NâŠâ
âIâm not sure all the songs on the album would be successful, Seb.â
âY/N, you have no idea what youâre going to regret if you let this go....â
âNo, Seb, I know exactly what Iâm doing, really,â you shook your head, firm in your decision. âThis is the best thing for me.âÂ
And for Emily too, though you didnât say that out loud.
Seb remained silent for longer than you would have liked, as if trying to process what youâd just told him. Then, he stood up, crouching down to your level, and taking your hands in his, he said:
âAlright. If you think your songs arenât good enough, sing one of them to me.â
âWhat?â you asked, confused.
âIf you turned down the record deal because you think your songs arenât good enough for the world to hear, sing one of them to me.â
His tone, though calm, was direct and insistent.
âSeb⊠I canât. Iâm too embarrassed,â you laughed nervously.
âCome on, Y/N,â he said, gently rubbing your hands with his thumbs, just like he always did when your anxiety was at its worst. âItâs just me. Iâm still the same after all these years.â
You sighed, knowing he wasnât going to let it go until you gave in. It was Seb, and he always got what he wanted from you, even when you didnât want to. In the end, you gave in, carefully standing up from the couch and heading towards the piano at the back of the room, gesturing for him to follow you.
You carefully slided the bench back, lifting the lid as you sat down. You positioned your hands, starting to play the first few chords to warm up, ensuring your memory flawlessly recalled the piece.
âThis is song number 5, like your driver number... It's called loml.â
You continued playing, finally giving way to the song.
Who's gonna stop us from waltzing  Back into rekindled flames?  If we know the steps anyway  We embroidered the memories  Of the time I was away  Stitching, âWe were just kids, babe.â  I said, âI don't mind, it takes time.â  I thought I was better safe than starry-eyed  I felt aglow like this  Never before and never since.
Your voice shook as you began to sing, but you kept going, holding on to what your ex-boyfriend had told you about how he knew it was about him. As you settled into the song, you started feeling more comfortable, just like you did when you used to sing for Seb. Though you couldnât look at him because you were absorbed in the key, your fingers delicately moving over it, you could feel his eyes on you.
You shit-talked me under the table  Talking rings and talking cradles  I wish I could un-recall  How we almost had it all  Dancing phantoms on the terrace  Are they second-hand embarrassed  That I can't get out of bed?  Cause something counterfeit's dead.
Tears started falling from your eyes as you approached the final part of the song. Memories of your shared history flashed through your mind like a movie. Your vision was completely blurred, and you felt a tightness in your chest that was overwhelming, making it hard to breathe, almost impossible to keep singing. Somehow, though, you fought to hold it together, just as you did the day you said goodbye to the man now sitting beside you.
Oh, what a valiant roar  What a bland goodbye  The coward claimed he was a lion  I'm combing through the braids of lies  âIâll never leaveâ... âNever mind.â  Our field of dreams, engulfed in fire  Your arson matches your somber eyes  And I'll still see it until I die  You're the loss of my life.
Silence filled the room as you played the final notes. With your hands still resting on the keyboard, you looked at Seb. Once again, you didnât know what to say to him, and you knew he didn't either. He was motionless, running a hand through his hair, probably trying to process what he just heard.
Y/Ni, this song... itâs about us, isnât it?â
âIt might be,â you admited, unable to lie to him, at least not about this.
He sighed. You could tell he was affected; you knew it the moment his tears began to form, just as yours continued to flow.
âYou should rethink the contract,â he said firmly. âThis song deserves to be heard by more than just me, your parents, and Hanna.â
âI canât, Seb. I just canâtâŠâ
âCan I sit next to you?â
You looked up and saw him gesturing to the bench. Confused, not sure what to do or say, you shifted a little, making space, and he sat beside you. Seb didnât hesitate to wrap an arm around you, offering a comfort that felt wonderful but also caused you to crumble a bit more inside.Â
You surprised yourself by resting your head on his shoulder.
âWhy are you so determined to convince yourself you donât deserve this opportunity?â His tone was soft, just like the way he stroked your hair. âDo you really think you're not good enough to be a successful singer?â
âItâs not about being good enough, itâs that Iâm not,â you whisper,ed your throat tightening. âIâm not a good person, Seb, and itâs only a matter of time before I screw up again and hurt someone, just like I hurt you.â
âDoes this⊠have something to do with the second date in your YouTube channel username?â
You stood your head up, staring at him in confusion while trying not to panic.
âWhat are you talking about?â
âYour username,â he repeated, moving closer. âI figured out that the numbers represent two dates. I know for sure that one of them is June 15, 2006, the day we started dating, but the other one⊠I donât know what January 12, 2014 means for you because we werenât talking by then, but it must be important. And based on what you just saidâŠâ
Your eyes widened in shock. You were paralyzed, not knowing how to react.Â
How could he have noticed something so⊠insignificant? How had he connected the dots and figured out the dates you had in mind when you created that account?
You thought this would be the perfect moment to tell him that the second date marks the birth of your daughter, the daughter you had together; that on that day, while you were in labor, he was at the hospital waiting for some exams results and he was talking to your dad, who couldnât contain his excitement about his granddaughterâs arrival and had to keep it a secret from him.
But you couldnât. Not yet. You need to regain his trust first. You and Seb needed to rebuild the kind of relationship you had before you became the love of each otherâs lives.
âSebâŠâ you trailed off, unable to continue. âI swear, on everything that matters to you, Iâll tell you, but right now⊠I just canât.â
He looked at you for a few seconds that felt like an eternity. You knew him better than you knew yourself, and you knew he was persistent, that he needed an answer, but you also knew he was respectful and wouldn't push you.
âThatâs okay,â he said finally, a bit resigned. âI understand, itâs fine. Iâm not asking you to tell me now if youâre not ready, but I want you to know that when you are, Iâll be here to listen.â
You looked at him, grateful, and nodded without saying anything else.Â
You both sat at the piano bench for a while, in silence, listening only to the sound of your breathing and the melody of the song replaying in your mind, as intrusive thoughts overwhelmed you.
âIf I waited almost 19 years of my life to be your boyfriend, I can wait a little longer, it doesnât matter the time you need, for you to tell me,â Seb finally spoke, and his words broke you a little more than you already were. âLetâs be friends again, what do you think?â he offered, giving you a small smile. âLetâs take things slowly, like maybe we should have done when we first started dating. You knowâŠâ
âSlowly, no problem,â you repeated, smiling back at him.
You felt a weight lift from your shoulders at his words. Maybe you were not at the peak of your relationship, and maybe youâd never got back there, but at least you were working together to turn your story into something new.
âYou know what, Y/N? Iâve always felt like our story wasnât over. I donât just mean that romantically, but in a broader sense,â he said quickly. âWe have a whole lot of history, and now is when weâre going to start writing our second book.â
âI know, Seb. Iâve been thinking the same thing ever since I said goodbye to you,â you confess. âThat day, goodbyes were bittersweet, but I knew it wasnât the end and that Iâd see you again.â
Before the year ends. Iâm telling Seb Emily is her daughter before December 31st.
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Hypnosis and Dissociative Disorders
I've been meaning to write this since Charmed.
I shall not point fingers or name names but during Charmed 2024 there was a 101 class that taught that it was unsafe to play with those who dissociate as part of a mental illness. The graphic, which I'll paste below, used the word "Can't".
I wanted to speak to that.
Hypnosis has several different definitions. One could go to a hypnosis event and ask every presenter "define hypnosis in a single sentence" and get a different answer every class, likely a few may even contradict.
One such definition I could use is "Hypnosis is an altered state where a hypnotee is lead to a suggestible state where the hypnotee is dissociated from their conscious thinking." though one could say it is "an altered state that leads to breakdown in critical thinking and a heightened state of suggestibility" or you could start talking about the unconscious or subconscious mind.
Fact is, there's a lot of theory work at play and the language we use to shape the concepts isn't as important as understanding the concepts.
Dissociation is a natural part of hypnosis. It's also a natural part of existing. In much pre-talk patter we as hypnotists tend to ask an introduction level hypnotee to think about their experiences with time dilation, with highway hypnosis, with spacing out, with walking into a room and forgetting why you came in there.
Things so normal that as part of rapport, a hypnotist tends to assume the hypnotee can latch on to one of the concepts.
Dissociation is a spectrum. Literally. Within psychology the DES-II tool grades dissociation experiences on a scale, hence the acronym.
Graphic source
When people, including myself at times, describe dissociative disorders they tend to be referring to disorders that focus on dissociation as their main symptom. Depersonalization, Derealization and of course Dissociative Identity Disorder. Over the course of my life I have been diagnosed with all three.
But the scale includes Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, both complex and standard. Complex simply refers to a level of trauma that has been ongoing long enough that it is not a single memory or incident that triggers the symptoms.
According to the American Psychiatric Association one in eleven people will be diagnosed with PTSD at some point in their life with 3.5m diagnosed per year in the USA.
Which is to say that dissociating as part of an illness includes 8% of the population. Does that mean 8% of all potential hypnotees are too dangerous to play with?
...the answer is not a clear cut, "no". There is some elevated danger. But rather than teaching people not to play with those who live with these experiences, perhaps we can teach why there should be heightened caution and then allow people to navigate together.
We should always strive to educate and provide tools. When you tell a person they can't do something then they'll just do it without understanding why they aren't supposed to or, worse, predators will find those who were excluded from safer spaces. Harm is not reduced, an educator just gets to walk away from the harm with a simple "I said they shouldn't".
And plus, I said 8% of the general population...
Within hypnosis circles I assure you it is far higher when one factors in that multiple studies have supplied evidence that hypnotic susceptibility increases along with dissociative capacity.
Suffice to say, from utilizing hypnotic susceptibility tests (HGSHS) and dissociative tests (SDD and DES) the more a person dissociates, the more susceptible to hypnosis they are.
The human mind uses dissociation as a way of coping with physical and emotional pain, among other necessary inner needs, and so a person suffering from a mental illness that features dissociation becomes a naturally gifted hypnotee. It's a matter of practicing a skill constantly without realizing that they are refining something useful. Wax-On/Wax-Off.
This leads to a number of safety concerns. We've typed on serious concerns such as altering sense of identity and derealization attacks from lack of grounding. This is a topic near and dear to our heart as we acknowledge that we needed to gain an education in how to safely consent to hypnosis play and failing to do so in the past caused harm to ourselves and to those we played with.
So here's a list of potential dangers in playing with those who are further along the dissociative spectrum, how to mitigate those dangers and create a space where everyone can play safely.
I'll focus on hypnotees with dissociative experiences for the most part as the relationship between dissociation and hypnosis is primarily a concern while the hypnotee is in trance. That having been said I acknowledge that Dom Space connects just as much to the spectrum and an entire new post can be made on the topic of performing hypnosis when you have a dissociative disorder.
Heaven knows it is a topic I study feverishly to maintain safety for myself and those who entrust their mind to my care.
So... with that said, let's talk about the dangers.
Abreactions
This is likely the most common concept that comes up when thinking of the relationship between PTSD and hypnosis. An abreaction is the moment a hypnosis session or scene goes off the rails because the hypnotee is actively reacting to a trauma trigger while they are in a suggestible state. Their Fight/Flight/Freeze/Fawn impulse may be triggered and cause a physical or emotional reaction which was not part of the negotiated/planned scene.
This could be a cut and dry example of "and think about all the times you've been hypnotized right there on that sofa" causing a hypnotee to follow the suggestion and regress in memory to a time before a bad break-up when their former partner hypnotized them on the sofa they are currently on.
It could be an abstract example like "imagining yourself in a field of flowers and breathing in, noting how lovely the scent is, like the most beautiful perfume." causing sense memory to trigger the scent of a perfume that was in the air during a traumatic moment of their life that instantly flips the switch in their mind to go into F/F/F/F mode.
Likely any given hypnotist will experience this at some point in their life. The first example is one that any person could experience. Hypnosis naturally draws upon associations and when you create an association in the present to a negative emotion in the past you will summon it into the present.
With the second example, that association is already there and it was activated during the scene. The source of the abreaction. I avoid using the word "Trigger" both because of shitty internet discourse in the 2010s and because the term is used for other things in hypnosis, but that is what it is. A sense, a memory, an association which causes the source of trauma to intrude upon the present. The danger that the hypnotee experiences in these moments is very real.
Typically when I discuss these topics I put a disclaimer and emphasize how present the traumatic experience is. My hope is that anyone who is interested in hypnosis knows full well how true and powerful inner experiences are. If you doubt that then I sincerely do not know why you are in this community to begin with.
How to prevent an abreaction is important but should never be learned at the expense of learning how to handle an abreaction. Prevention is about disclosing during negotiation, asking the hypnotee to volunteer anything which may activate a negative reaction or simply what topics to avoid. Phobias are common enough examples of things that a hypnotist should know before working.
But disclosing every part of a trance or scene during the early phases of a hypnotic relationship is essential too. This way the hypnotee does not get surprised by anything propping up during play and they can measure their expected reactions before going into a suggestible state.
But if, despite caution, something does happen? What then?
Noting that every abreaction manifests specific to the person, their situation, their emotional state and how the scene caused it to happen. The first thing the hypnotist needs to do is not overreact. Over-correcting is an easy mistake to make in the moment but it will lead to an overall negative outcome.
Assess the situation and try to recognize what is happening. I had mentioned that the reflex is "Fight/Flight/Freeze/Fawn" this can be obvious like thrashing or ejecting out of trance instantly. It could be something harder to notice like locking up and becoming unresponsive or emotionally regressing to a terrified state.
If the hypnotee is still in trance then do your best to offer comfort and grounding. Remind them what is happening, remind them that they are safe, perform some grounding exercises such as box breathing (breathe in, hold, exhale for a number of seconds).
Touch is a case by case situation here. I know if I were having an emotional flashback to an assault then being touched would launch me further into abreaction territory. If you believe holding a hand would be beneficial then at the very least communicate it "I'm here, I'm going to take your hand, everything's safe, I'm here."
Over distance you should communicate this via modality. "I'm here, just listen to my voice, focus on the sounds in the room, I'm not going anywhere" for an audio example, "Just feel the blanket beneath you, you can brush your fingers against it if you need" for touch based.
The idea is to use emotional comfort, sensory grounding and patience to bring the hypnotee gently out of the moment.
Then apply aftercare and discuss what happened, what could be improved, what the hypnotee needs and acknowledge that the stress of these moments impacts the hypnotist too. Leave room for the hypnotist to recover as much as the hypnotee.
Decide together if this will end the session or not. Do not cut off on principal. If someone is conditioned to believe that displaying their negative reactions will lead to play stopping then they will hide those reactions. Accept that they happen. Learn how to grow together and incorporate care, comfort and safety into every scene.
Spontaneous Hypnotic Amnesia
One danger for those who suffer dissociative disorders is that their brains are very good at editing information. The further down the spectrum one is, the more adept their mind is at naturally pushing away things that they do not wish to think about nor have the capacity to integrate.
One categorization of dissociation is a failure for the brain to integrate information and experience. It is the cause of time dilation, it is why critical thinking is bypassed and it is why those further on the dissociative spectrum are able to compartmentalize their experiences so effortlessly that they can maintain dissociated personalities.
Where most people who practice hypnosis typically have to study how to achieve post-hypnotic amnesia, those who begin working with hypnosis with patholigized dissociative experiences may need to learn how not to experience it. I include this as I have spoken to multiple people who have lived this reality and it is something we ourselves experienced in the past.
Should a newer hypnotee show signs that they are not remembering what is happening during trance, it is a good practice to train them on how to retain information. Hypnotee Agency is a skill that one develops and allowing them the knowledge that they can chose to retain the information during a trance is as important as reinforcing how easy and normal it is to forget when that is a negotiated part of the scene.
All it takes to be safe here is to just remind them that if they wish to and find it enjoyable to do so, they may retain the information from this trance.
Nothing more complicated than that.
Derealization/Unreality
Derealization is a common experience within dissociation that is actually lower on the dissociative spectrum than PTSD. It is when you do not feel attached to your present experiences in real time.
A common version of this is "Deja Vu" which is a sensation where you are having difficulty integrating your present experience because it "feels" like you've already experienced it.
It can manifest in many other ways, however the commonality is that the person experiencing this knows that it's abnormal. When a person is disconnected from their surroundings like this they may experience a barrier between themselves and the world, they may have a distorted sense of time and they may become physically unresponsive and withdrawn.
Source: Mayo Clinic
The best way to handle this is to make sure that grounding always includes a thorough count-up that lets a person feel both in their body (this will help with depersonalization too) and aware of their surroundings. Ensuring both debriefing and aftercare focus on keeping reality in the room is important when someone's sense of what is real can drift.
For that reason it's a good idea to try and reinforce those ideas of what is real and save them in a little box that can be stored away if there are ever any reality altering suggestions in play, that way retrieving and unpacking that box can just be a natural part of the post-scene.
I linked it earlier, but my post on the topic can be found here.
Depersonalization/Altered States of Identity
Ah, our favorite soapbox.
Much like derealization, depersonalization is a symptom that is lower on the scale than PTSD and is actively invoked during inductions such as the Bandler which turns a handshake into the hypnotee starring at their hand and having the sensation of the hand distanced from their mind. Literally dissociating the hand from your body and using that sensation to build a trance.
It's a good induction. All forms of dissociation are not bad things. That is something I want to make sure an audience fully understands. This post is here to destigmatize, particularly when a 101 class was teaching stigma.
Depersonalization is a disconnection from one's sense of self. These are the moments when one feels like they are not the ones living through a moment, they are experiencing themselves from an outside perspective.
Once again, things that are utilized heavily in induction patter.
Source: Mayo Clinic
The derealization advice works well in this case, particularly the idea of creating a "back-up" to restore carefully at the end of a scene.
The big difference though is that depersonalization as a natural thing that those with dissociative disorders do can lead to some bleed when doing suggestions which alter a person's sense of self. I highly recommend an optional suggestion or affirmation that can help a hypnotee ground themselves. That may be too close to therapy for many though.
The hard part about being safe with depersonalization symptoms is that they are typically things that we actively engage with during hypnosis. I guarantee at least one person read "Feeling like a robot or that you're not in control of what you say or how you move." and thought of that as an absolute win.
This is where a bit of negotiation and hypnotee agency comes into play. Reality needs to be kept in the room during all hypnosis. Diving into ego-death or erasing reality may be tempting, especially for those who aren't particularly fond of reality or themselves, but it is too dangerous to surrender those things.
My definitive post on the topic has more information.
Though while I'm talking about altered personalities, I want to make something clear which I did not type about much in my Personality Play post...
Plurality
This is a topic on its own which could take on an entire post to itself. I may yet write it. If anyone has read our Madison and Belladonna stories they would know that they are written entirely based upon the life lessons Daja and I have been learning while I began therapy and was diagnosed with Dissociative Identity Disorder. Many of my lessons for how to safely play with plural systems are mixed in with the fiction.
When I say Plural I mean to refer to those who have multiple dissociated personalities, along with circumstances such as dissociative barriers.
There are as many displays of plurality as there are people who experience it. Every system is different. No two people are not on fire (awww).
So with that said, any play on either side of the watch is going to be lead with self-advocating. A hypnotic relationship involving a system (or more than one, even) will need a level of disclosure. Not just that a system exists but how that system manifests. What patterns are known regarding switches, what best works when an unexpected switch occurs, what levels of dissociative barriers exist between alters/parts, what terminology is preferred...
Wait, that's a lot to throw at once.
Our version of plurality is based upon Dissociative Identity Disorder. Which is to say that my system, originating via complex PTSD during childhood, used to have firm dissociative barriers between one another. This meant that, prior to diagnosis, you could have an emotionally charged conversation with me, Dawn, and then the next day Cammie will wake up and depending on the level of dissociation (typically but not always linked to stress or proximity to trauma triggers) will either not remember what happened during that conversation or will not carry the emotions that I had experienced. "Not remembering" can simply be "won't think about"
As I said, it's quite subjective. But the conceit is that with those on the DID spectrum will have a complete disconnect between parts/alters.
For those with less dissociation, but still experience plurality, they may not have amnesia or barriers between parts, allowing themselves to communicate with one another actively.
Within psychological communities there is eternal debate on all of these experiences and one of the more poignant debates is that the difference between DID and OSDD seems to just be a level of severity and that treatment and therapy tactics tend to move DID patients into the OSDD box and so they shouldn't be labeled as separate disorders.
These rules on amnesia, inner communication and emotional consistency between parts typically apply outside of disorders. I do not wish to engage in syscourse. But as above when I mentioned abreactions, those who practice with hypnosis know how capable a mind is to create hypnotically induced personalities. There are experiences outside of the DSM-V and that really shouldn't be a controversial statement.
A switch is when one part/alter trades out for another. The reasons are hyper specific to every system and cannot really be predicted without knowing their circumstances intimately. For instance the scent of lavender will draw me out without fail.
These can happen without warning and during hypnosis. Being cautious about body language, tone of voice and sudden changes in mood are the best you can do without guidance from the one with lived experience.
I'd also cautiously warn to end a scene and check in if there is an unexpected switch and there's no negotiated playbook on what to do in case of a switch.
The first Madison and Belladonna story tells the story of that very circumstance because that happened in my real life.
For safety it is best to try and communicate with the entire system over how to approach any aspect of hypnosis play. Exploring is a collaborative action and it can be a rewarding experience to find what works and what doesn't work. But it does take time.
For some basic "until I know better" rules, I'd say NEVER FORCE A SWITCH is a fairly basic rule, though. Also do not assume consent for a specific part/alter counts as consent for the whole system.
There is so much to say on this topic and I will likely revisit it at another point, but much of the safety tied up with DID and identity based dissociative disorders boils down to the fact that you are negotiating consent for a group and that you cannot always guarantee that the hypnotee at the start of a scene will always be present during the entire scene.
To that, I say treat switches like an abreaction, display acceptance and curiosity and don't get too hung up on the circumstances.
At the end of the day plural folx are just people too, just not person.
So... why did I write all this, anyway?
A lovely friend of mine recently joked that Charmed 2024 was the "Year of Plurality" and in a way they were right. I've been attending the event since 2020 and where my first had been a humble little class of 8 or so people on a Sunday afternoon ran by Vulpes Automata (Vulpes teaches the same class at Plural Positivity, albeit without the hypnosis content, a recording is hosted here) this year's event included many systems declaring themselves as such on their badge, both an in-person and online unconference that stretched beyond the time limits put in place and were feverishly well attended.
It has done my heart so good to see the safety and community growing and becoming more accepting.
It reminds me of the community's slow growth to accepting and embracing the transgender community in the mid-2010s.
Which is why I wish to be firm about trying to stop bad ideas from taking root in how we teach on these topics.
Some may remember that in the 2000s, respectable resources teaching hypnokink used to state firmly to "confirm biological sex" with any potential play partner. Said material has been revised. Times change and communities grow.
So when I see this teaching graphic saying that those who dissociate as part of a mental illness "Can't" be hypnotized, due to safety concerns? I get worried.
It was being used in a 101 class at the very same Charmed event that I am praising for having such good acceptance of plural experiences?
I lived this once as a closeted transgender woman. I don't want to live it again with our DID.
And I remember that "never play with anyone who has a mental illness" used to be taught in the same resources that once said to disclose one's "biological sex". People have taught this in classes and been approached by someone who had a mental illness and told how ignorant it was to teach that they could not be played with.
We, as a community, can do better.
I'd rather a 3 hour 101 become a 4 hour 101 and teach this material than to dismiss those who are the most vulnerable and susceptible and have them seek their trances from those who do not have reservations about safety and ethics.
Thank you for reading. I know this was a big soap box.
#dawn posting#hypnokink#hypnosis#hypnokink writings#charmed 2024#did#bpd#community resources#community safety
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Thank you sm đ you actually did so good! It felt so nice to see my favorite creepy boy with those head canons đ„čđ„č but yes your writing is absolutely amazing!! I canât wait to keep seeing everything you write!! And I apologize in advance if I ever get too excited and request too much đ„č
Perhaps creepy boy relationship head canons with a fem!reader who attempts to steal their clothes because they miss them?
- 𩶠Anon
Laughing Jack, Eyeless Jack, and Hoodie x fem!reader who steals their clothes because she misses them!
went ahead and threw in some other characters that i think would be silly with this request since you didnt specify :3! was gonna add slenderman but im on the fence about whether or not his clothes are a part of his body.. shrugs!! feels weird not doing masky since im doing hoodie too but shrugs again laughing jack included as you state hes your favorite :3 and WAAAAH im glad you enjoyed the previous request!! and no need to apologize; i get it !! sometimes i get excited too with requesting stuff !! ill let you know if youre being too intense (though i gotta admit i love writing creepypasta stuff, had a longish break between august and now where i hardly wrote for it and i missed writing for the fandom loads TToTT)
EYELESS JACK:
honestly for a moment i was going to say his mask but i genuinely think that would be a deal breaker for him since it kind of acts as a comfort and security thing for him. even if hes not wearing the mask around you, dont take it. now his hoodie or one of his shirts... thats a different story.. would rather you ask him, though, but he does find it a little sweet that its because you missed him.. mind you he thinks so lowly of himself that he might even be a little shocked that you *miss him.. might let you keep on his shirts! might have to wash it though and patch up a hole or two but its nothing major.. though i dont think he would let you keep one of his hoodies, he has way less of those than he does shirts and he kind of needs them to keep warm.. also the hood comes in handy.. for things.. will expect you to return his belongings when asked, will not take any excuses since they are his belongings and he cant really waltz into a store and go shopping
LAUGHING JACK:
okay so this one is a little funny since i do personally hc that his clothes are just a part of his body for the sake of the post lets turn a blind eye.. theres so many options for you.. his shirt (sleeves! long and floppy!) or a spare sweater than hes claimed... hmm.. i think regardless of what piece of clothing you've taken from him he would be thrilled that you miss him THAT much! he rarely goes out, in fact i dont think its often that he goes far from where his music box is.. gotta stay in decent range, you know? but the point still stands... you miss him? i think that actually does wonders for his abandonment issues, since it reassures him that you care about him and think of him when hes away. probably scoops you up in his arms and hugs you, likely wrapping his arms around you like a snake. offers to never let you go, and kind of sticks true to that until you need to tend to your bodily needs
HOODIE:
another victim of jacket thief... a moment of silence for this man losing the thing that literally sparked his name.. okay jokes aside i dont think he would care that much, hes probably hoarded other clothing while staying with you; from hoodies to sweaters. so hes not going to sweat it if you briefly snatch something from him so long as you eventually give it back.. might sign some teasing words at you for missing him, might also prompt a session of you two cuddling.. good luck getting up because hes probably not going to let go.. why would he, you missed him! also might make him try to spend more time with you since every now and then he does have decently long periods of just. being gone doing whatever it is that he does.. probably leaves you his main hoodie and wears a different one when he knows hes about to dip for a while..
#creepypasta x reader#creepypasta x you#creepypasta imagine#eyeless jack x reader#eyeless jack x you#laughing jack x reader#laughing jack x you#hoodie x reader#hoodie x you
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Alfred's Playhouse Commentary.
Alfred's playhouse is a vent show I recently discovered made by Emily Youcis. I will be addressing the actual content of the show before I move on to my opinion on Emily herself so please hold fire until the end because I KNOW what you're thinking.
TRIGGER WARNING - CSA, SH, CHILD ABUSE, NAZISM, GRAPHIC IMAGERY.
(Not all these themes are discussed in my post but you should be aware of these before watching the show)
Alfred's Playhouse features main character Alfred, who is a dog described in the introduction song as desperately attempting to escape his painful reality. I agree that it is genuinely disturbing, but I'd like to address its vague poignancy and how it deals with its themes.
In the first episode, we see what I think (as a survivor myself) to be the most accurate representation of how it feels to be sexually assaulted I've ever seen. The moment where everything is odd and numb and quiet followed by pure panic and rage.
The first episode also displays mental instability incredibly well. I've struggled with my mental health for the past six years and honestly the scenes where Alfred just rambles about essentially nothing at all, addressing an imagined audience, accurately represents what feels like the descent into madness many mentally ill people are convinced they go through. The thought that you've lost your mind is an extremely painful one and Alfred's Playhouse depicts that with surprising levels of accuracy.
Episode two, however, is essentially just this massive showcase of Alfred brutally harming himself. Though it portrays the very common desperate desire for attention many people experience when they struggle with self harm, myself included, I feel the level of gore is a little gratuitous, displaying Alfred almost bleeding to death from the wounds he's inflicted upon himself. That being said, it is a vent show so I see why Youcis made the decision. She never really made it for other people it was a way to make herself feel better. Then again, it was her decision to post it publicly.
Episode three essentially explains the whole show from a weirder perspective and honestly I don't want to go into it since I have so much to say and it's quarter past 11 at night and I have college tomorrow, but it is a good episode with the context of the show.
Overall, though it is important for assault victims and mentally ill people to have content in which they feel seen, I feel Youcis should have toned her work down a little before posting it. However, the Internet was a wild west in 2007.
Now onto Youcis herself, I feel it is incredibly unjustified to attribute her current political views to the show. She fell down the alt-right pipeline after publishing Alfred's Playhouse. This is almost definitely because of her downward spiral. It's not uncommon for groups like the alt-right to target vulnerable people like Emily. She has so clearly been crying for help for years and, though there's no excuse for her words or actions, I feel you should take her art for what it is rather than apply a made up meaning to it. The depictions of Nazis in the show - I think - are more a commentary on her childhood trauma and the themes of the show, Alfred feeling his life is dictated by someone/something else. While there's definitely better content in the genre and in general, the massive controversy surrounding Alfred's Playhouse is - in my opinion - unwarranted and really just watch it with an open mind and separate it from current Emily because she wasn't like she is now when she made it. Instead of hating on the present, understand the past and don't be overly shocked when mentally ill people do fucked up shit, especially when they've received the kind of backlash Emily Youcis faced.
Final disclaimer- I don't support her actions I hope she burns I just want people to understand things how they actually happened yk?
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heyy so. just wondering what happened with will80sbyers bcs i'm so confused??
Hey, anon! Great question, Iâm going to use this ask to properly lay it out, seeing as many people (Dani included) seem determined to distort what actually happened. So, with that said:
What Happened Recently With Dani/ Will80sByers ?
I donât really care anymore but Iâm just going to just lay all of it out simply because Iâm sick of being accused of saying/doing things that I didnât do and also sick of watching Dani play the victim & continuing to double down on her gross comments as usual. Also Iâm using screenshots simply because Iâm sick of playing a game of telephone with this & Iâd rather just put the screenshots right there instead of trying to paraphrase 50 million different posts.
So, it started here, when Dani made this post:Â
And look, I deeply disagree with that post (as I do with many of the posts of Daniâs that are going to be in that post), but that post wasnât the issue (Iâll explain what the actual issue was in a second). And then, after Dani posted that, she got multiple anons (which, we'll also come back to Dani's responses to these anons in a second because that ties into my actual issue with Dani):
First anon:
Second anon:
Third anon:
Fourth anon:
And then Dani posted this:
And then Dani doubled down on this post in her replies:
I was sent screenshots of this post about rape forgiveness and of some of the previous anons since a.) it involved Edward etc and later b.) it involved Henry analysts being accused of being rapist apologists. I saw the anons before I saw the rape apologist post. And then Dani got this anon:
This anon claims to known âexactlyâ who is sending the anons and goes off about a bunch of stuff, and then Dani got this anon:
Accusing me of having sent this anon:
Which, is it just me or is it interesting that the original anon and the anon accusing me of having sent the original anon both have a very similar typing style, and that the person accusing me of sending it was super quick to point out things like the use of the word ârancidâ which is supposedly an indication that I wrote the ask?
Like, is it not a bit odd that the second anon just immediately picked up on that? Itâs almost like both anons were written by the same person, some person who clearly has some sort of issue with me and wants to make it seem like I was going onto Daniâs blog to start shit.
Whether people believe me or not, I know that I didnât send that anon to Dani, so Iâd love to know who did. Itâs either somebody super passionate about Edward (which is a super tiny group of people), or, itâs somebody passionate about disliking me. If I wanted to criticize Daniâs analysis/takes on Henry/whatever, I would simply do so publicly, as I always have.
Itâs funny to me that people will criticize me so often for being upfront about this stuff/ânamedroppingâ/specifically for NOT doing things anonymously, but then as soon as anonymous stuff pops up, Iâm the main suspect?? Make up your minds, please!Â
And anyway, that brief tangent aside, Dani also got this anon:
And for some reason, people were super upset that I ânamedroppedâ Dani. Which I really donât understand- she has a name/username that she displays publicly, and these are posts that she posted publicly. I donât understand why itâs such a big issue to ânamedropâ somebody regarding posts that they made publicly. I personally find the vaguing and dancing and around issues without ever saying names far more frustrating. If youâre willing to post something publicly under your public name/username that you choose to display on your blog, why is it such an issue for somebody to name you when discussing said post?? Itâs not like I broke into her house and pulled the post out of a secret safe under her floorboards đđ
And itâs also funny as hell that Dani uses the word âspyingâ in this context because a.) people were dmâing me the shit that she said, I wanât âspyingâ on a damn thing and b.) even if i did go onto her blog, in what world is going onto somebodyâs public blog with their public posts âspyingâ? Itâs clear that Dani was just grasping at straws in an attempt to avoid addressing the actual issues at hand (her gross comments).
Dani claims that she was just âsaying her opinion on a character,â and the anon says that I was shittalking Dani for her takes on Henry. Which, again, both of them are ignoring the actual issue here. Do I think that Daniâs takes on Henry are factually incorrect, deeply biased, and -gasp- even stupid? Yes. Would I have bothered making all of the posts that I did/would I have been as upset as I was if the issue was simply Dani having bad takes about Henry? NO!!!!!
Dani having bad takes and, specifically, having bad takes about Henry is nothing new. Sky is blue, grass is green, I think Daniâs takes on Henry and on the rest of the show are factually incorrect and heavily biased, as I always have. That wasnât the key issue here.But as previously mentioned what I was actually upset about was:Â
a.) Dani comparing Henry analysis to rape sympathizers & saying that we would âprobably forgive IRL rapeâ and also saying that would be ânazi sympathizers
b.) Dani making posts re: Henry where she made comments about people dealing with personality disorders in real-life and where she didnât bother backing up any of her claims about âpeople who just want to kill people,â with any actual medical facts or actual disagnoses/actual facts about those diagnoses, and instead, relied on her surface-level opinions of Henry and his behaviour in the show to say that he had a personality disorder that just makes him want to kill people and then used THAT and Henryâs behaviour in the show to draw conclusions about real-life people with personality disorders.
It came across as weird and stigmatizing and ableist on Daniâs part, hence why I was upset by it. And hell, it wasn't even a Huge Issue at first. just ignorant and weird on Dani's behalf and, I just made a minor bitchpost about it, most of which was in the tags no less, and then the rapist/nazi comments were the big issue.
When it comes to the ableism, these three posts/responses of Daniâs were the ones I had an issue with:
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The issues I have with these posts & why it comes across as ableist to me was that Dani never actually names this mysterious murderer personality disorder. She simply uses âpersonality disorderâ as a stand-in to encompass all of Henry's traits (many of which are simply harmless autistic traits) and as far as I can tell, never actually named a specific personality disorder, and instead, just kept lumping all of Vecna's supposed crimes (rape, murder, etc) under some ambiguous serial murderer personality disorder. Dani also talked in one of those responses about Henry being born with a lack of empathy and that being tied to his personality disorder that makes him kill people which, not only is that a false claim about Henry (which isn't the point/issue here bc again I expect that from Dani), but it's also stigmatizing and weird/ableist to throw around a lack of empathy as being tied to the reason why he supposedly ends up as a murderer (dani also then tries to say he was born neutral and all his actions are just conscious choice which is weird considering that she Just connected his actions/murders to being the result of a lack of empathy without any actual evidence to support this and further stigmatizing anyone that's low-empathy. ) My main point is that it's definitely veering into ableism and hatred, specifically when Dani's talking in the context of real-life people, to never actually name a specific disorder, and instead just seemingly invent some sort of magical personality disorder that makes you a.) murder people and b.) unable to hold a conversation and also just seems to lump all personality disorders together. AGAIN, it wasn't even a huge issue at first, just annoyance with Dani's ignorance/her getting into ableism territory while acting morally superior, and the big issue was the rapist/nazi comments.
And Dani's response to criticism of ableism was as follows:
And regarding this, I know that Dani never outright said that all people with personality disorders enjoy killing people, but she IS claiming that people with personality disorders enjoy killing people & just using "personality disorders" as a lump term/she's coming very close to claiming that all people with personality disorders do. She literally just uses "personality disorder/personality disorders" as her reason for Henry/Vecna's crimes without ever actually providing an actual disorder or evidence. She IS lumping them together. It's right there in those anon responses from earlier. And I already talked in another post (way before any of this drama/not connected to Dani) re: why what we read in the scripts isn't some Inherent Truth, and that's neither here nor there because I'm not here to go through everything that's incorrect lore-wise/analysis wise in Dani's responses because i'd be here all day. I'm just trying to point out what the Actual Issue was re: ableism (which I just made one annoyed post about and the rest of my pissed off posting was regarding the rape apologist comment from dani so its not even like the ableism thing was a Massive Huge Issue at first), and the actual issue re: ableism and dani was the way that Dani just lumps all personality disorders together/uses "personality disorder" as this weird nebulous scapegoat for all sorts of crimes. And regarding, that one small annoyed initial post I made, this was it:
And it was specifically about Dani making things up about Henry and Edward re: some mythical magical personality disorder that they supposedly have that makes them want to kill people, and I was frustrated with the ableism involved in that.
And I also mention specifically in the tags of said post that this was regarding the the ableism (as I hadntâ seen the rapist post yet), and how this wasnât just a matter of me disagreeing with Dani/her having bad takes/how that wasn't the core issue but specifically a matter of the ableism and Dani acting morally superior while also continuing to use personality disorders as this nebulous scapegoat term.
And later on, as I mentioned earlier, Dani made this post:Â
Which, is pretty self explanatory, so then not only was I annoyed/bitchposting about Henry analysts being lumped in with rape apologists, but also about the comparison to nazi sympathizers. LIke. Come on. Dani sat there and complained about people "sending her mean anons over a tv show" while also calling people rapist and nazi apologists over a tv show. Personally, I'd take the mean anons any day.
So, long story short, anon- it was a shitshow. My actual issue was never Daniâs poorly done analysis/bad takes on Henry- my key issue was with Henry analysts being accused of forgiving IRL rapists & being compared to Nazi sympathizers simply for analyzing a character in a TV show.
And yet, Dani and all her asskissing anons continue to dodge the point (as usual) act like all of my frustration was simply because she doesnât like Henry/because she disagrees with Henry analysis.
Itâs annoying as all hell to watch Dani play the victim while missing the actual issue & acting like sheâs being âharassed for sharing her opinion on a character,â when the actual issue at hand was her gross comment about rape apologism, her gross comment about nazi sympathizing, and her weird/very much bordering on ableist by being so broad & lacking actual evidence comments about personality disorders.
Itâs especially annoying since if anyone harasses other people for sharing their opinions on characters itâs Dani accusing people of being biphobic when they disagree with her bi mike analysis, and Daniâs whole group of asskissing anons.
A few months back, I had to shut down my anon box entirely because I was just getting constant anons specifically regarding Dani and her posts & calling me biphobic for making gay Mike analysis/for criticizing literally any aspect of any bi Mike analyses and claiming that I was just being âmisogynistic and biphobicâ despite hilariously never actually being able to point to which of my claims were supposedly misogynistic or biphobic. And I also had some anons making comments about me being trans and how that must tie into internalized misogyny and biphobia and how I must not actually understand gay mensâ experiences and therefore itâs wrong for me to bring up gay mensâ experiences since Iâm apparently just actually a bi girl who has internalized misogyny and biphobia, and not a gay trans dude. (I just ended up deleting/blocking those anons because the last thing I needed was ANOTHER round of terfs getting wind of it and hounding my blog, esp since this was in my earlier days on tumblr where I wasn't as comfortable with confrontation as I am now/didn't have a backup of my blog incase something happened, but now I wish I had them because it was rlly Smthn to say over to someone over st discourse)
And while it would be unfair to pin those anons on Dani specifically, as theyâre anonymous and I donât know who sent them, and while Iâm not saying she sent them as I donât actually think she did, they were definitely defending her/her analysis, and so itâs ironic to see the same sort of Dani stan anons who sent ME hateful stuff over my opinions on a character coddling Dani because somebody criticized her ableist remarks and her rape and nazi apologism remarks.Â
And those same sort of anons also kept telling me to shut up and not post anymore/hollered about how bad my gay Mike posts are which I don't give a shit I'll make whatever posts I want but again, just. Ironic. Considering how many of her anons were upset that Dani was being "silenced and harrassed".
And Iâm far from the same person whoâs dealt with bitchy anons tied directly to Daniâs fans/stans/little group, whatever you want to call it. Dani is well-known ATP for throwing biphobia accusations at anyone who disagrees with her analysis, so it seems like many of her comments about people (such as me) being unable to handle differing opinions are nothing more than projection on her part.
Anyway! Thereâs a long rant, anon! Iâm over it at this point, but figured itâd be a good idea to summarize it all here, seeing as Dani seems fixated on making herself the victim & twisting things around as usual, and I donât appreciate being made into some sort of bad guy for something that isnât true/because Dani and others insist on ignoring the reality of what my issue was/why I was upset and accusing me of âsending my houndsâ to Daniâs inbox.
Which like. What hounds?? What legions of people at my disposal do people think I have?? If my hounds are listening, can you guys do my laundry or smthn?? Can we meet?? Kiss on the mouth maybe??Â
Even the ableist/weird remarks about personality disorders weren't That Big Of A Deal, just ignorant and dumb on Dani's part, and I just made ONE minor bitchpost on the topic initially, but then I started getting accused of sending anons that I didn't send, and THEN dani came out with the rapist and nazi posts and THAT'S what sparked my main bitchposting/criticism of her.
Anyway, I never sent anyone to Dani, I never sent a damn thing to Dani my own self, *Bill Clinton voice* I DID NOT HAVE ANONYMOUS RELATIONS WITH THAT BLOG!!Â
Hope that finally clears things up for you and everyone else, anon.
(and also just as i was finishing this up, found out that dani as of this morning has apparently doubled down on the rape and nazi comments AGAIN. my god.)
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thank you very much for the ask, @ashesandhackles. let's see how these go down...
[choose violence ask game here]
1. who is the character everyone gets wrong?
the last time i answered this question i said sirius - both fanon sirius and dark!sirius - and i stand by it, so this time, let's say... dumbledore.
and, actually, i think this for many of the same reasons which inspired my sirius answer. i really dislike dumbledore bashing, since itâs so frequently based in a complete misunderstanding of his character and the role he serves within the seriesâ narrative conventions - above all, the fact that the omniscient vibe he gives off in books 1-6 is not actually omniscience at all, as book 7 reveals; dumbledore doesnât know that sirius is innocent, or that moody is barty crouch jr., or that kreacher is passing information to voldemort, because heâs just a human being. far too many criticisms of dumbledore donât take this into account, ascribing to malice what is clearly just fallibility.
but, with this said, i dislike the anti-bashing turn in dumbledore-centric fics just as much, because many of these pair the idea that dumbledore is fallible (good and correct) with the idea that he is - for want of a better term - harry-ish. and this is just as bad a misreading of the character. dumbledore is not impulsive or reckless or radical - he holds radical views, but he does nothing to actually advance them in society (this is a man who is at the heart of the establishment for half a century, who does nothing with that power to dismantle the oppressive social structures which drive wizarding politics and prop up blood-supremacy). dumbledore is a hypocrite - heâs happy to be depended on by fudge, he is appalled that fudge might depend on lucius malfoy. dumbledore lives in an ivory tower. dumbledore projects his shame and self-loathing onto others in a way which is detrimental to their own happiness. and so on.
none of these things preclude dumbledore being courageous, but his âgryffindor courageâ is remarkably un-gryffindorish, and a lot of pro-dumbledore writing is surprisingly unwilling to confront this.
[also, thereâs the other layer of pro-dumbledore writing i dislike - when authors make him hyper-whimsical. the man is stylish, rather than dressed like he ran into a charity shop and fell over. his sweet tooth is an incidental detail - and a trait which harry also shares - rather than his entire personality. he is not dithering and indecisive - he is a creature of inaction, but he tends to have settled on a single ârightâ course very quickly in his mind. he is not silly. he is not a blushing fool in his relationships - all evidence is that he had just as much power over grindelwald as grindelwald had over him. he is not particularly emotionally demonstrative. he is physically strong. he is taller than voldemort. and, crucially, his mask of benign good humour is fake. all of his âwhimsicalâ traits are part of the act, the real dumbledore is ruthless and damaged and a nerd who loves reading and itâs iconic. let him be that way.]
8. what is the common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about?
there is no such thing as canon compliance.
by which i mean that âcanon compliantâ is a useful tag to have on ao3 as an indicator of chronology - itâs a good shorthand for âthe people who die in the series will die in this fic tooâ, âthe main events which happen in the books will be mentioned hereâ, and so on. but iâm not sure that i think it goes beyond that.
and the reason for that, is that i have never seen anything which purports to be canon compliant beyond chronology - including my own work - which actually is.
there are several reasons for this:
the first is something which, if youâve read other posts on this blog, you will know is a common refrain of mine - that the series is bound by specific genre conventions. if authors are transferring the action into a genre different from the ones the series makes use of, they are not writing something which is canon compliant, but canon coherent.
the second is that if authors are filling in gaps which are missing from the series - above all, the marauders-era or post-war-pre-epilogue timeline - they are doing something which is materially no different from writing a non-canon ship. i.e. writing exactly what they want. if your fic is crammed with original characters, or your marauders listen to cool muggle music, or youâve spent more than twenty seconds thinking about the wizarding political or legal system then i love that for you - this is good and everyone should do it. but itâs not canon compliant. itâs canon coherent.
the third - and undoubtedly most controversial - is that you cannot write something canon compliant and hold the principle that the author is dead. because we know exactly how jkr thinks that canon should be interpreted, and this is often in ways which are - to borrow a phrase from ursula le guin - rather ethically mean-spirited. jkrâs views on fairness, violence, class, motherhood, love, and - of course - gender weave themselves into the narrative in ways which cannot simply be written off as âoh, itâs just harryâs perspective.â
i believe we have a moral imperative to know what she thinks and to interrogate the ways in which this appears in the canon text. i also think - obviously - that we donât have to agree with what she thinks in order to write things which feel close to canon. and i donât agree with her - not only when it comes to her views on trans people, which are actively harmful - but also when it comes to things like the fact that sheâs clearly someone whoâs rather vindictive, but who believes that this vindictiveness is really a strong sense of fairness (look, for example, at the dichotomy between how the text presents violence against people it thinks âdeserveâ it - harry using the cruciatus curse on amycus carrow being a great example, neither harry, nor mcgonagall, nor the narrative give a fuck - and those it thinks don't). or the fact that her own experience of both motherhood and daughterhood - an experience which was clearly very traumatic for her (her mother died of multiple sclerosis, her first husband was violent towards her, she has an extremely difficult relationship with her father) - drives the seriesâ prioritisation of sacrificial motherhood, criticism towards mothers who donât make their children the focus of their entire world, and certain coolness towards fathers (especially absentee ones - who will be blamed by the narrative for being murdered by their own sons). or the fact that she has extremely narrow views on cisgender women, even before her views on trans women are taken into account, which turn up again and again in how female characters we are not supposed to be sympathetic towards are written.
i am not, of course, suggesting that writing a fic which is heavily based in canon means that an author supports jkrâs views. what i am saying instead is that fics which engage with questions such as how harry understands violence against the bad guys in ways which go beyond âlol, lmaoâ or which write lavender as a person whose fondness for stereotypical femininity doesnât make her insubstantial or which point out that the narrative blaming merope gaunt for dying directly justifies everything voldemort believes are canon coherent.
and, actually, i think that this broader term - canon coherent - is a better one to talk about the non-chronological aspects of canon compliance. because the dividing line between canon compliant fics and canon divergent ones is incredibly arbitrary, and often doesnât take into account how close to canon the writing in otherwise canon divergent stories often is. after all, if someone writes a story in which harry feels exactly like his canon self, except that the romantic partner he ends up with isnât ginny, that is arguably more canon compliant than a piece of happy-ever-after hinny in which ginny is a doormat who gives up her career to be harryâs bang maid and harry speaks like heâs had twenty years of therapy. but only one of these pieces will be welcomed onto canon compliant rec-lists and into canon compliant discussion spaces.
[and itâs worth mentioning that plenty of canon compliant only spaces do allow flexibility - above all in being open to interpretations of characters such as james, harry, and hermione in which they are not white. this is good and they should continue to do this, but we can go further, especially in accepting queer interpretations of the main characters into canon compliant discussion.]
i also think - and iâm aware this may sound cruel - that thinking in terms of canon coherence, rather than compliance and divergence, would be good for everybodyâs ego. i can acknowledge that plenty of people who diverge from canon can be dicks about it - and i think that the criticism people who prefer the canon endgame ships often get for being âboringâ (and, in the case of ships such as remadora, âhomophobicâ) is bullshit - but the canon compliant girlies (gender neutral) are, in many cases, no better. it is not harder to write something âcanon compliantâ - not least because, as discussed, youâre not - and it is not evidence of an author engaging more seriously with the text and its themes. there is a tendency i have noticed in the fandom spaces i inhabit, many of which feature people whose preference is for the canon ships etc., for non canon pairings to be treated as - essentially - crack ships, especially in stories which are light or whimsical in tone. but when i say that writing on tomarry or snarry or snack or snapemort or drarry or riddledore or wolfstar or what have you can deliver characterisation and worldbuilding and narrative construction which feels infinitely more plausible than many âcanon compliantâ pieces of writing, i mean this entirely seriously.
and i think it would be good if the dividing line which leads many people to say âi donât read canon divergent ficsâ or âi donât read canon compliant ficsâ was instead blended into a preference for fics which are canon coherent or otherwise. we would all learn something.
18. itâs absolutely criminal that the fandom has been sleeping onâŠ
delphini.
another reason why canon coherence over canon compliance is valuable is it means that one can pretend the cursed child doesnât exist.
but i would like to make a case for the fact that delphini as a concept (so, nothing like the way sheâs written in that playâŠ) makes sense and is a character iâd like to see added to more stuff. she works within both voldemort and bellatrixâs canonical arcs, she gives rodolphus something to do post-war after he spends canon being futile, imagine how funny it would be if teddy had a crush on her, george-michael and maeby style (truly les cousins dangereux), imagine how funny it would be if she is the spitting image of her muggle grandfather and her dadâs having a crisis every time he sees her, imagine her trying to parent trap voldemort and bellatrix into actually falling in loveâŠ
you can do serious things with her too - in fact, i have - but, as someone who thinks anything is improved by someone spindly and vaguely sinister, i think sheâs a hoot and she deserves to turn up in more things.
21: what part of canon do you think is overhyped?
my eyes were bone dry when dobby-ex-machina died.
22: what is your favourite part of canon, which everyone else ignores?
that harry is a luxury boy. let my man buy his solid gold cauldron, hagrid, donât be a narc.
[in general, i don't love versions of harry which show him as really abstemious or austere - he's pretty careless with his possessions and he doesn't regard the expensive things he owns as something to be unusually protective over. in his adulthood, he's 100% making sure his shed is stocked with the best brooms on the market and buying himself a little treat whenever he's feeling spenny.]
#choose violence ask game#albus dumbledore#is chill and i'll defend him#canon compliant#is bullshit#delphini riddle#is real#all the takes this morning#asks answered
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I was just listening to the OtGW soundtrack in the car and I realized that thereâs stuff in the music that actually backs up my kinda crack theory that the Queen of the Clouds is actually the Beast, or at least is tied to the Beast somehow (if weâre going with the idea that the show is Danteâs Inferno, the Woodsman and Adelaide could represent two of the three beasts from the Dark Wood of Error while the cloud lady could be the third.) First, I just want to take a moment to introduce my theory since I havenât posted about it before. Basically, a while ago, as I was thinking about the ending of the series and trying to figure out what Greg wished for and how he ended up going from the Queen of the Clouds to being in that daze under the Beastâs control, it occurred to me that maybe they were one and the same. Part of this comes from how information about the Beast is provided to the boys and, by extent, the audience. We start off with generic fear about a nameless, nondescript âbeastâ but, in âSongs of the Dark Lanternâ, we are told for the first time that the Beast tells lies and also that the main thing he does is turn children into trees that he harvests for oil to fuel his lamp. To me, this says that he canât just sneak up behind a child and turn them into a tree but, rather, that he tells lies because he has to lure them in somehow and trick them into becoming the trees. Also, the Beast is known for his lies and we see the Cloud Queen showing Wirt to Greg and lying to him about how Wirt has already been claimed and is too far gone and there is no way for him to go home with Greg. The other main piece of evidence for my little theory here is what Greg is doing with the Beast at the end, how heâs acting, and what exactly heâs saying. Heâs doing stuff like putting a teacup on a rock so the sun sets behind it, because he had been told to catch the sun in a cup, and the Beast praises him for this, using a soft tone of voice like a normal person would use with a child that really isnât befitting of a âbeastâ at all. And yet, after being shown to do a task that the Beast asked him to do and praised him for completing, Greg is still saying to Wirt that he âdid it,â that he âbeat the Beast.â Well, if he was even the tiniest bit grounded in reality, there would be no way in Hell heâd be saying that as heâs been going around serving the Beast himself while his physical condition gets significantly worse and he even starts coughing up leaves. This clearly indicates that Greg is out to lunch, mentally, and I think it strongly supports the idea that Greg does not know at all that itâs the Beast whoâs having him do stuff like catch the sun in a cup or that itâs the Beast whoâs praising him. What I think it is is that, in his head, this is all stuff heâs running around doing for the Cloud Queen in order to set up for or earn whatever his wish was and sheâs the one he sees and hears and thinks heâs talking to. Now, as for how the soundtrack further supports this, Iâd like to start with singing in the series. Most characters donât sing at all and few have their own songs, but something that just became clear to me is that, like what Lin Manuel Miranda did in Hamilton, each character who really does sing their own songs gets their own signature style of music. For example, Jason Funderburker (the frog) gets that kind of bluesy sound like in the opening theme and the song âOver the Garden Wallâ while Greg has that really upbeat kidsâ music, like with âPotatoes and Molassesâ and âAdelaide Parade.â More importantly, though, the only two characters in the whole thing who ever sing opera are the Beast and the Queen of the Clouds. Other bits include the part where Greg is âGregâ to literally everyone except the Cloud Queen and the Beast, who both call him âGregory.â Additionally, thereâs the scene at the start of the last episode when the Beast is talking to Greg and he says âAnything is possible if you set your mind to it, right?â which sticks out because weâve never seen Greg say that to the Beast or even just around him, but he did just say it to the Cloud Queen not that long ago. This oneâs a bit of a stretch but thereâs also how the light reflects in Gregâs eyes both as he enters the dream and when heâs talking to the Queen of the Clouds which reminded me of the âyou have beautiful eyesâ part of the first episode when those wild, glowing eyes of the corrupted dog reflect in Gregâs own eyes. Moreover, the lyrics of âEverything is Nice and Fine All the Timeâ and âForward Oneiroiâ have some bits that sound kind of sinister, which doesnât make sense if the Cloud Kingdom and their queen are actually just good and nice. Specifically, âEverything is Nice and Fineâ has a couple mentions of lies, which is something that throughout the series really only comes up in the Unknown when it comes to the Beast or fear of him, and thereâs one line that really sticks out to me of âOur songs are filled with love, the sweetest lie/And we can send them down to you with a little shove.â The cherubs in this Cloud Kingdom are literally coming out and saying that love, or maybe just their love, is a lie so their songs, including the one theyâre singing about how everything is nice and fine all the time, are âfilled withâ a lie. Not to mention the line of âLasso a cloud and make the flowers grow,â which is eerily reminiscent of the task Greg is given later on of âlowering the sun out of the sky and into this china cupâ in how itâs such a whimsical yet surreal and impossible action. Iâm also just going to put the lyrics to âForward Oneiroiâ here real quick so you can see them:    Forward, cherubs, hear the song    A child's wishes call us on    Descend! Descend!    'Ere he 'scapes, for dreams    Our winged wind hath made    For only beneath the veil of sleep    Can we Oneiroi act on men. The first thing I want to talk about here is the actual Oneiroi. From what I found, Oneiroi were lesser deities of dreams in some forms and areas of Hellenic paganism who were led by Morpheus, who tended to take a human shape in the dreams he visited. If the welcome wagon is all the Oneiroi who are addressed in the Cloud Queenâs song, then that means that she, as their leader, is the Morpheus figure, as in a powerful being who isnât actually human but takes a human shape in dreams. Also, that second part of âDescend! Descend!/'Ere he 'scapesâ sounds genuinely threatening. If the dream is so good and âeverything is nice and fine all the time,â why would Greg âescapeâ? And now Iâll put in the lyrics to Beastâs part of Come Wayward Souls too because I want to compare these two songs:    Come, wayward souls    And wander through the darkness    There is a light for the lost and the meek    Sorrow and fear are easily forgotten    When you submit to the soil of the earth Okay so where Iâm going with this is that these songs feel very similar to me, both in tone and musicality as well as lyrical content. If you took âForward Oneiroiâ and swapped out the words âcherubsâ and âOneiroiâ for âchildrenâ or âsoulsâ and then just put it in a darker sounding minor key, I think it would feel about the same as âCome Wayward Soulsâ and I definitely could see that song being one of the Beastâs. I would also point out how the lyrics of both the Beastâs songs have this weirdly encouraging, light, hopeful tone, which makes sense given that he waits for kids to get lost and give up and then he comes in and scoops them up. In âWayward Souls,â he says âThere is a light for the lost and the meek/Sorrow and fear are easily forgotten/When you submit to the soil of the earth,â which yes, sounds kinda ominous with the part about submitting to the earth but, really, is putting light and hope out there. Itâs saying that, if you just go with him and submit to the earth, there is a light for you, some beacon of hope, and you can forget the sorrow and fear youâre currently feeling. He does the same in âThe Jolly Woodsman,â too: âWhen the fog of life surrounds you/When you think you've lost your way/Come with me and join the forest/Come with me and join the play.â Lastly, I want to compare the kidsâ choir part of âWayward Soulsâ and âPotatus et Molassusâ to âEverything is Nice and Fine.â For reference, the full choir part is âGrow, tiny seed/You are called to the trees/Rise 'til your leaves fill the sky/Until your sighs fill the air in the night/Lift your mighty limbs/And give praise to the fire.â The first thing that sticks out is how much this choir of children who we know to be the souls in the edelwood trees are talking about reaching up to the sky with the branches of their trees, which reminds me of lines like âSo hitch a ride into the sky,â âThe softest clouds and rainbow skies ainât gonna lie,â and âEveryone is sittin' pretty on top of the weather,â from âEverything is Nice and Fine.â I thought Iâd already said it but I just looked back and apparently I didnât say that, with the idea that the Cloud Queen is the Beast, there is also the idea that everyone we see in Cloud City is just the not-yet-sacrificed souls of the children in the edelwoods, and stuff like this kinda goes with that. Another thing I noticed that makes sense to me, though idk if itâll make sense to everyone, is that âPotatoes and Molassesâ is to âPotatus et Molassusâ as âEverything is Nice and Fineâ is to the childrenâs choir part in the Beastâs song. I would even go so far as to claim that the whole point of the âPotatus et Molassusâ reprise is to draw attention to âEverything is Nice and Fineâ and then call into question everything from the Cloud City stuff. I say this because, as I said previously, each character who sings their own designated songs has their own designated style and Everything is Nice and Fine is in a similar style to Gregâs own style (itâs a bit different though, so itâs not like they just used Gregâs style because itâs his dream or something) while âPotatus et Molassusâ is in the same exact style as the âgrow tiny seedâ stuff, to the extent that the childrenâs choir is even used in that song. So, when I look at Greg in episodes 8 and 10, I think that whatâs going on is that the Beast doesnât just come up and talk to you as this ominous, scary shadow guy with antlers and weird eyes but, rather, he can be subtle and manipulative and do shit like get inside of your head and manipulate you. After all, Satanâs a liar and a conjurer too and, with the Inferno view of OtGW, the Beast is Satan. My bet is that, at the start of episode 10, Greg is aware enough to know that heâs no longer in his dream but he sees the Queen of the Clouds rather than the Beast and imagines that sheâs there to guide him through whatever tasks he needs to do to get Wirt back and go home or whatever. Once thereâs the tree starting to grow around him, I believe that, in his head, he succeeded and then was back home or maybe some other nice, cute, safe space like Cloud City with all the other souls. When he sings âPotatus et Molassus,â in whatever is going on in his head, heâs just having a good time wherever he is, singing âPotatoes and Molasses,â like how he and all those other children heard a lilting soprano instead of an ominous bass when the Beast sings. (Sorry this was so long btw)
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ATEEZ: MinAri's Attendance Raises Dating Rumors
Suspicions of the two's romantic involvement circulate through the fandom after a few pictures taken during 'Trust Me's listening party.
February 20, 2024 (10:37PM)
The listening party for GOT7 Yugyeom's first solo studio album - 'Trust Me' - surprised netizens with a guestlist comprising of well known stars in the industry along with several actors, two of these attendees being ATEEZ's main rapper Mingi and lead vocalist Himari. While the photos posted by the host sent the internet into quite an excited ramble, Atiny found their attention caught by another set of images which showed the two bandmates seemingly acting in a rather intimate manner in the background.
The photos in question:
Source: Yugyeom's (@/yugyeom) Instagram Story
Dating rumors about them had been circling around since as early as 2020 and despite them dying out throughout the years, they have recently resurfaced due to several posts made by the rapper seeming rather cryptic about their 'friendship' status. The evidence most referred to in light of these speculations is a photo uploaded on the maknae's birthday in which both are locked in a sweet embrace, the position of their head suggesting that they might have been kissing. More recent instances of these 'slip ups' include their tour's very first soundcheck during which the vocalist was clearly seen kissing the corner of the rapper's lips, whereas moments of this type of skinship with other members are very clearly no further than their cheek.
While no statements have been released by the company regarding their suspected relationship, it has been made blatantly clear by both throughout the past few months that what goes on between them is more than simple friendship. What netizens can be sure of however is that no matter their romantic status with each other, they thoroughly enjoyed the listening party and Yugyeom seemed to enjoy having the artists around.
'Ateez ? It actually surprised me how outgoing they were since when they first came in they were really shy, especially Himari.' He stated in response to a fan's question during his live. 'I should really invite them to party more often ă
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'I'm a little tired from the party but it was really fun.' Himari said during a joint live in Mingi's studio. 'I met Song Kang sunbaenim in person for the first time and I was so nervous, I thought I was going to pass out! He was so nice though, he even signed my headphones. I couldn't think straight because I was so in shock so it was the first thing that came to my mind. I won't spoil it since it hasn't been released...but the album is really good, Yugyeom oppa worked really hard on it and it shows. I also got a signed physical copy! I won't show you guys just yet though...maybe I'll do an unboxing when it comes out.'
The group's personal life is relatively unknown to fans so hearing that they make connections so easily in social settings is rather heart warming to hear, especially when other celebrity attendees had nothing but kind words to say about them. Despite the lack of knowledge on the true nature of their friendship, we can still admire the close connection the two share even when the camera is off.
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When Everything's Made to be Broken - Chapter 9: Something So Brand New
Summary: Theo makes good on her promise to Loki, and shenanigans ensue.
Author's Notes: So this is a longer chapter than I usually post, but given it all takes place during the span of one evening it didnât make sense to split into two chapters. If you love Loki/Theo interactions, youâre in for a treat here. Thereâs also Brodinsons and Wanda/Theo friendship building as well.Â
Iâm *hoping* to post my next chapter on December 10, but I sense that weâre about to hit a rocky patch at my job as a series of stressors all collide (aka shitâs about to hit the fan), so Iâm going to give myself a one week buffer and say that the chapter will be up by no later than December 17th. Itâs written, but Iâve found that I like to go back and do an in-depth editing pass before posting that usually takes at least a few hours⊠Essentially, I would rather underpromise and overdeliver than say Iâll post something and then just⊠not.Â
Oh, and RE: shit hitting the fan at work - Iâm not worried about myself amidst the work stuff (Iâm not about to lose my job or anything). I'm worried about the students I work with and how theyâll handle everything⊠And since my job is supporting said students, I imagine Iâll probably have my hands full. Iâm intentionally being vague for privacy reasons, and in hopes that it doesnât blow up so my concern is pointless.Â
Completely unrelated, but I saw The Maine live last week and they opened with this song! They put on a great live show. 10/10 do recommend.Â
If you enjoy, please reblog!! I'm a lil' blog and reblogs really help me out <3
Content Warnings: Alcohol/Drinking (including getting a bit too drunk).Â
Word Count: 9,384
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Song: Dose No. 2 - The Maine
First breath out of a coma Over and over Oh what a lovely view of you A two step into disorder I stumble forward Towards something so brand new
âHey, uh - some of us are going to hang out up on the roof tonight. Want to join?âÂ
Ever since Theo relented to Lokiâs begging (and though he wouldnât admit it, he totally begged her to join them), a foreboding sense of dread hung over Theo like a storm cloud, waiting for this very moment. A night of forced socializing and feigned pleasantries as the other Avengers tried not to make their suspicions about Theo painfully obvious - Theo would rather watch paint dry.
Across the threshold, hope radiated through the smile on Wandaâs face. She stood with hands in hoodie pockets, jeans and birkenstocks completing the Scarlet Witchâs look for that day. The outfit surprised Theo - from observation, Wanda only wore pants when working out, opting for skirts and dresses in daily life. Theo would have confidently bet real money that Wanda didnât even own a pair of jeans.
Then again, it wasnât the first time Theo was wrong, and it wouldnât be the last.
Every possible excuse percolated in Theoâs mind for why she couldnât join - lying about having plans, claiming she was tired or didnât feel well, even outright admitting she didnât want to go â but then Lokiâs voice interrupted her thoughts, reminding her about the deal she struck.
And, well, after reading about the aftermath of Ultron and Sokovia, Theo realized they had more in common than she first thought.
âIâ yeah, sure.â Theo swallowed thickly, steeling herself for a miserable evening. She forced a smile at Wanda, praying that the expression didnât look as uncomfortable as it felt. âIâll join - let me grab a couple things first.â
Wandaâs face lit up, eyes wide as planets as she processed Theo's answer. âGreat! This is going to be awesome! Uh, you should probably grab shoes, and maybe a jacket - itâs still a bit cool out.â She babbled, still gaping at Theo.
Theo held up a finger, stepping away from the door before Wanda could continue. She grabbed a thick sweater to cut the breeze, toed on some sneakers, and plopped a beanie over her hair, pausing in front of a mirror to make sure she didnât look like a total mess.
Wanda practically bounced down the hall, constantly glancing back to check and make sure Theo hadnât abandoned her. Theo trailed behind, listening to Wanda recount the construction of the rooftop lounge and how this was the first year they actually could use the space, and how excited they were to finally have a nice, private outdoor space to gather. At best, Theo half-listened along, her pulse quickening with every step closer to their destination.Â
As they stepped out onto the rooftop, it actually seemed like the perfect night to enjoy a city skyline and a cold drink.
A fully stocked bar stood along the far end of the roof, while plenty of outdoor seating offered opportunities for everything from lounging around to enjoying a meal. The space even featured a fireplace table and heat lamps for cooler nights, which already had been turned on to cut the chill. True to the Stark aesthetic, all of the furniture came in muted tones and clean lines, sharing design language with the indoor common areas.
The other Avengers had settled in among a series of outdoor sectionals, some standing around the periphery while others gathered near the bar. As they drew closer, Theo realized that the company for the evening consisted of not only Avengers Tower residents, the Avengers who resided elsewhereâŠ
Oh god, when Theo caved to Lokiâs request, she had not expected it to play out like this; she thought it would be a movie night, or going out to dinner. Not everyone and their mother staring at her.
As if she sensed Theoâs nervousness, Wanda grabbed Theoâs hand and smiled at her, pulling her towards the larger group.
With every step, Theo braced herself for an icy reception, all the while building up the courage to put on a brave face. She met everyone once, that first day when she was announced as an Avenger - maybe twice, if she counted the briefing that she crashed - so at least there were no new faces.
Small blessings, she supposed.
Wanda didnât go of Theoâs hand until they reached the edge of the group. It only took Wanda a moment to find Vision, standing behind one of the sectionals as he chatted with Shuri about something very science-y. Vision casually wrapped an arm around her, listening intently to Shuri, who gestured animatedly as she responded.Â
Nearby, King TâChalla sat tall, dressed in a hybrid of western and African clothing with shoulders squared back as he conversed with Natasha about the United Nations and Wakanda. He spoke with a measured cadence that indicated he put great thought and intent into his words. On the opposite side of Natasha, Yelena slouched back in her seat, scrolling through her phone while laughing at something on screen.Â
Not far from Yelena, Peter Parker told Tony about school and the latest device he was building. His enthusiasm struck Theo, and she caught herself smiling as she noticed the way Peter mirrored Shuriâs animated gestures, hands flailing wildly as he attempted to describe the contraption. Colonel Rhodes listened from the other side of Tony, with open posture and head tilted to the side, nodding along patiently⊠It was quite the contrast, especially next to the borderline manic tendencies of Tony and Peterâs unbridled enthusiasm.Â
Nearby, Bruce spoke with Dr. Stephen Strange - a tall, thin man whose expression was entirely too serious and his posture uncomfortably rigid, which, if Theo thought about it, made sense for a former neurosurgeon. Sharon Carter chatted with Steve, Sam, and Bucky, laughter regularly erupting from the quartet; apparently, they were familiar with each other and had a lot to catch up on.Â
Clint looked at home behind the bar with Scott Lang, snippets of conversation about their kids floating over the other conversations as they prepared drinks for everyone and brought them over to the group.Â
Loki and Thor sat in deep discussion with the Valkyrie (or, as Loki often called her, Val) about something related to New Asgard; seeing a Valkyrie in a chunky sweater and Timbalands still threw Theo for a loop, but she knew that different people would adapt different aspects of life on Earth.Â
Thor noticed Theo standing there, bewildered at the sight of everyone in one location.
âLady Theo!â Thor exclaimed, standing to greet her. âWelcome to your first family night!â
Wait - did he just say family night?
Theo could practically hear the world screech to a halt as everyone fell silent, gaping at the new addition. Her heart stuttered in her chest as she froze in place, a veritable deer in the headlights.
âBrotherââ Loki hissed, rolling his eyes as he elbowed his brother. âDo not overwhelm her.â
âUh⊠hi?â Theo cringed at how pathetic she sounded. âSorry, didnât mean to disrupt.â
âNo apologies necessary - come, take a seat.â Loki offered Theo a reassuring smile as he gestured for her to sit next to him.Â
âWatch out, the prince is rescuing Rapunzel.â Tony teased, a smirk on his face as he raised a glass to her.
âWatch out everyone, Stark is jealous that a woman is not racing to offer herself up to him,â Loki retorted, sarcasm dripping from his voice.Â
Raucous laughter came from Lokiâs response; even Theo giggled as she sank into the cushions beside him. Loki, in turn, flashed a smirk and winked at her, before effortlessly folding Theo into the Asgardiansâ conversation. Without needing to ask, Scott brought Theo an old fashioned, which caused a rush of gratitude to flood Theoâs veins.
The alcohol wouldnât have much of an effect on her, but having something to occupy her hands with was always appreciated.
Likewise, the others returned to their conversations. Over time, topics shifted and incorporated other people, slowly snowballing as everyone tuned into the larger discussions.
At one natural lull in conversation, Loki went to refill his drink, leaving a vacant spot beside Theo in the process. He barely made it behind the bar when, with a whoop, Shuri leapt over the sectional and claimed the seat as her own. âHa ha!â Shuriâs face was smug as she shimmied into the cushion, crossing one leg over the other as she stretched her arms along the back of the seat. âThis will make a lovely throne.â
Despite the stutter of her heart from Shuri startling her, Theo couldnât help but laugh when she caught TâChalla rolling his eyes at his sister.
âExcuse me, that was my seat!â Loki scowled, gesturing wildly to where he previously sat.
âNot anymore.â Shuri stuck her tongue out at him. âBesides, you speak to Theo all the time. Itâs my turn.âÂ
The latter part of Shuriâs comment nearly made Theo choke on her drink - up until that point, hardly any attention was paid to Theoâs presence. Was that about to change?
âYou are lucky I like you, princess,â Loki rolled his eyes, but let out a breathless laugh and shook his head. âOr else I might banish you to an alternate realm.â His threat lacked any teeth; if anything, it came off as a joke. He offered Theo a reassuring glance and the slightest nod, as if encouraging Theo to trust that Shuri wouldnât make it weird.
Theo masked her nerves with a sip of her cocktail, allowing the notes of smoke and citrus to coat her tongue.Â
If Shuri noticed the interaction, she didnât say anything. Instead, she struck up a conversation about a funny tiktok trend that made her think of Theo, eventually morphing into a conversation about medical technology.
Seat stealing, however, was only the prelude to a series of hijinks during the evening.
It started innocently enough. A few drinks into the evening, Tony entertained the team with one of his tales about inventions gone wrong - this time, DUM-E had sprayed a visiting SHIELD agent with a fire extinguisher instead of the computer that actually caught on fire.Â
While he rambled, Wanda glanced over and made eye contact with Theo. Wanda rolled her eyes before mouthing, âWant to see something fun?â
Theo nodded, curious to see what Wanda was going to do.Â
A moment later, Tony reached forward to grab his drink and take a sip of it, only to stick his hand through the glassâŠ
Where a nearly empty cocktail previously sat was nothing more than an illusion.Â
Theoâs eyes darted to Wanda, who stood behind Tony sipping his drink. Theo had to bite back a laugh as Wanda grimaced and shook her head, not a fan of whatever Tony had in his lowball.Â
âWhat the hell happened to my drink?â Tony whipped around, looking to see if someone had hidden it. His eyes settled on Loki, who glanced around at the others as he held his own drink, casually taking a swig. Either Loki hadnât noticed, or he was really good at keeping a straight face.Â
âReindeer games, I swear to god-â
âI thought weâd moved past such childish accusations.â Loki cocked an eyebrow at him, unamused.Â
âHe didnât move, Stark. Chill.â Bucky defended the Asgardian prince.
âWell someone took it, and it wasnât Captain Stick-in-the-Mud.â Tony retorted, looking around the group. The glass vanished from Wandaâs hand before Tony could see it, presumably returning to the table where it started.Â
âOkay guys, this isnât funny,â Tony whined, completely oblivious to his beverageâs return to the table.Â
To her left, Theo caught Loki taking a large drink of whatever was in his cup to stifle a laugh â he knew exactly what Wanda was up to.Â
Just then, Tony turned back around to discover his drink in its original location. He groaned, slouching back in his seat. âAnyone who wants to turn in their cape for stand-up comedy, just let me know.â
As he returned to his story, Wanda winked at Theo before sending her a text messageâ âSo we have a game during family time...âÂ
Theo stared at the screen for a moment before typing out a reply. âWhich isâŠ?â
Wandaâs face lit up as she read the message; a playful smile pulled across her lips as she typed out a reply. âHow many pranks can we pull off before one of us starts laughing.â
Suddenly, a message from Loki popped up as well. âThe only rule is that no one should be harmed. Otherwise, itâs fair game.â
Oh. Apparently Loki was playing along too.
Another message from Wanda came in: âYou want in?â
Tempting, but with her reputationâŠ
âSounds fun, but not sureâŠâ Theo responded, âI donât know that the others trust me. Pranking them might make it worse.â
âIf anything, theyâll believe I am the perpetrator,â Loki assured her via text message. âMy affiliation with mischief and trickery lends itself to suspicion.â
Not only did Loki speak like he just read a thesaurus, but he even texted like it.
Theo stared at the screen for a moment, weighing her options. On one hand, she could stand to loosen up a little and have some fun. On the other hand, pranking someone could go over like a lead balloon if the prank didnât land well; she needed to be confident that whoever she pranked would not be upset if she partook.
By then, Sam launched into a story about his last trip to see his sister and nephews in Louisiana. Bucky had tagged along, in part because the point of the trip was to fix up the Wilsonsâ boat, and Sam knew heâd need an extra set of hands. A pigeon waddled about on the roof, only a few feet from where Sam sat. Sam, however, was oblivious to the birdâs presence; he was too busy mimicking how Bucky stole Samâs tools to fix a leaky valve instead of simply using his vibranium arm.
After over a month of listening to Julie pine endlessly over Sam and his down to earth personality, ass of a national treasure, and good-natured sense of humor, Theo swore she knew more about Sam than she knew about her own cousinâŠ
An idea sprung to Theoâs mind. She set her glass on the table, casually lowered her hands out of sight, and whispered an incantation.Â
âHow do you know vibranium would hold up to the steam?â The pigeon asked, cocking its head to the side as it waited for an answer.
Sam nearly leapt out of his seat as his eyes bugged out of his head.
âWait a minute, wait just a minute â please tell me you all just heard that.â Sam stared at the others as they all gawked at the pigeon. Theo, however, snatched her glass and took a sip of her old fashioned so she didnât give herself away. âDid that bird just talk?â
âFalcon, I did not realize that your skill set included speaking to birds.â Loki answered without missing a beat.Â
Theo nearly spit out her drink as she fought the urge to burst into laughter. Â
âHey, just because Iâm called Falcon doesnât mean I like birds.â Sam argued, a twinkle in his eye as he settled back into his chair. He must have known there was some magic at play; if Theo was lucky, he would not know whose magic created the illusion.
âI want some of whatever heâs drinking,â Theo pointed at Sam, pretending to be oblivious about the use of magic so she did not draw suspicion. âBecause that must be some good shit.âÂ
âNo,â Tony replied, âThe good shit is the Asgardian stuff.âÂ
âThat stuff will knock you on your ass unless youâre a god,â Sam agreed with a toothy grin and a nod. âEven the super soldiers get drunk on it.â
âTony, Iâm assuming you tried it?â Sharon asked, narrowing her eyes at the billionaire.
âOf course I did,â he scoffed, putting a hand on his chest, âI am a connoisseur - had to see if the hype was true.â
âUntil you had the hangover from hell the next day.â Natasha pointed out, a smirk dancing on her lips while she crossed her arms.
âPlease,â Tony retorted, âIt barely holds a candle to the frat party from hell-â
â-in your second year at MIT.â Rhodes, Sam, and Steve answered simultaneously, all rolling their eyes.
Tony must have told that particular story a time or twenty before.
âLady Theo,â Thor called from behind the bar. âIâm about to refill my beverage. Would you like to try some Asgardian ale?âÂ
Theo glanced over at Loki and raised her eyebrows at him, hoping heâd give her some sort of subtle cue about whether it was a good idea; he just smirked at her and winked.Â
Not helpful at all.
Then again, the night had gone well up to that pointâŠ
âSure, why not?â Theo replied with a short shrug of her shoulders. She assumed that heâd take a shot glass from the bar and put a little ale in the glass - it may fuck up a normal person, but that was probably only when consumed in large quantities. A small amount of the ale wouldnât hurt, right?
What she didnât expect was Thor to bring over a massive mug of ale, filled to the brim.Â
âThatâs alcohol poisoning about to happen,â Yelena cracked up as she saw the size of the mug.Â
Nearby, the Valkyrie cackled. âThor, remember that Midgardians canât handle booze like you can.â
âMy liver hurts just looking at that.â Bruce commented, letting out a nervous chuckle but shaking his head.
Well, whether she wanted to share or not, the Avengers were going to learn something new about Theo.
âOh, thatâs what healing magic is for. Healing your liver after alcohol damage.â Theo quipped, earning a surprised snort out of Tony. A surge of confidence rushed through her as she winked, glanced at the deep red, clear liquid, then took a drink.
Given the aleâs reputation, Theo expected it to taste like everclear - practically straight ethanol that burned when consumed. However, a delightful, complex blend of flavors - citrus, juniper, and caramel - coated her mouth. Only a hint of hoppy bitterness accompanied, but each flavor in the unlikely combination balanced the others surprisingly well.
Theo smiled and gave Thor a nod of approval. âThatâs better than I expected,â she admitted before she took another drink. âI was expecting something that burned my mouth from the alcohol content, but this is downright pleasant.âÂ
âI bet you twenty bucks you canât finish that.â Bucky challenged, a smirk spread across his features as he leaned back into his seat.Â
Bucky had no idea what he was getting himself into.
âThe bet is just that I canât finish it? Thatâs boring. Of course Iâm going to finish it.â She scoffed, rolling her eyes. Sitting up a bit taller, she puffed her chest out in defiance and drank a large swig of ale.
âThe real bet would be if she doesnât throw it up afterwards â just because it goes into her system doesnât mean she wonât get sick from it.â Steve pointed out, âNot that I think this is a good idea, mind you.âÂ
Remarks like that were probably how Steve earned the nickname of âCaptain Stick-in-the-Mud.âÂ
Theo whipped out her wallet, throwing a $20 bill down on the table. ïżœïżœGame on. $20 bet that I can drink this and keep it all down.â
Bucky reached across to shake Theoâs hand before putting in his own $20 bill.Â
Shuri and Yelena whooped in support, pumping their fists in the air. Bruce sighed as he shook his head and rubbed his temples. Steve rolled his eyes, while Clint smirked and shot Scott a look of well, this should get interesting. Peterâs eyes widened, despite furrowing his brow - he looked like he was worried.
What a sweet, sweet summer child.
Theo took another sip of the ale, then spoke up. âWe need some tunes playing. Itâs too quiet up here.âÂ
âOh! I have some new music we can listen to!â Wanda jumped at the opportunity to hook her phone up to the wireless speakers. âItâs a local band that Vision and I saw last week. Theo, I think youâd like them â they sounded kind of like the music your band played.â
It was hard to imagine Vision at a concert, standing there with relatively stiff posture as other people were grooving to the music⊠He must have really liked Wanda to let her bring him to concerts. Did he like the same music as her?
Did he even like music?
Did androids have likes and dislikes? Or feelings? How did that work?
That was a rabbit hole to go down another day.
What sounded like some generic indie-pop music started to float through the air, but it was pleasant enough to be good background music.Â
Loki sent another message â this time solely to Theo. âAre you truly planning to drink the entire mug?â Theo looked up at him, his eyebrow cocked up with skepticism and his chin dipped as he made eye contact.
âMaybe I am.â Theo replied, smiling at him and winking as his phone buzzed.Â
Asgard wasnât the only realm with particularly strong alcohol, and despite Theoâs small size she was no lightweight.
The group resumed their casual chatter. Wanda, Theo, and Loki continued to cast illusions and mess with the team in subtle ways, oftentimes struggling to maintain a poker face as the rest of the team grew drunker and drunker, and as a result became much easier to mess with.Â
Eventually, Thor regaled the team with one of his latest adventures off-planet, voice booming as he gestured grandly about some battle he fought in. As the story started to near its climax, Theo caught the way Lokiâs hand moved quietly to his side and twitched as he cast a spell. Â
Theoâs eyes darted around as she tried to figure out what changed â it wasnât until she looked up at Thor that she found her answer:Â
Loki transformed Thorâs mug so it was shaped like a giant penis⊠while Thor drank out of it.
Wanda, who stood beyond Thorâs line of sight, lost it, face beet red and shoulders bouncing as she doubled over in silent laughter.
From what Loki previously shared, Thor reveled in sharing stories where he prevailed as the savior of the day. With that in mind, the choice to make Thor look absolutely ridiculous as he drunkenly extolled his heroism seemed like it was as much a jab at his self-importance as it was just plain old hilarious. Theo hadnât taken Loki to be one for juvenile humor, but she had to hand it to him â it was well-played.
Even better, Thor didnât even notice the change â he set the mug down on the table as he continued his story, and later on picked it up to take a swig to wet his throat.Â
It didnât take long before the others started to notice the mugâs new shape. The Valkyrie looked like she about to keel over; her shoulders shook so hard from silent laughter that if Thor turned around heâd know something was off. Natasha had to bite her finger to stop herself from breaking into laughter. Steve and Peter shared wide-eye, startled expressions, leaning away from Thor⊠who still hadnât noticed.
The more time that passed without Thor noticing, the funnier the spectacle became.
Finally, Sam finally couldnât take it anymore.
âWow Thor, youâre really swallowing that ale like a champ.â
Tony choked, then spat out his drink while the people around him recoiled from the spray. Steve turned downright crimson with secondhand embarrassment, hiding his face behind his hands.Â
âYeah, youâre really gripping the shaft of the mug like itâs your job.â Bucky added, trying and failing to keep a straight face as Thor looked over at Tony and Steve, confused.
Theoâs eyes watered from trying not to laugh, and her jaw hurt from the muscle tension involved with maintaining her poker face.
âDammit, Iâm biting my tongue so hard to stop from laughing that itâs bleeding.â Wandaâs message popped up in the group chat, while Loki still effortlessly maintained a completely straight poker face and relaxed posture.Â
âI thought you were a bit too high-brow for a good dick jokeâŠâ Theo added, fingers tapping the screen furiously as she replied.
âI know not of what you speak,â Loki answered innocently; he glanced over at Theo and winked, then followed his message with an eggplant emoji.Â
Wanda nearly spit out her drink when she got that message.
Thor finally put two-and-two together as he looked down at his mug, then glared at his brother; however, he was laughing despite the glare, giant shoulders bouncing up and down. âWhy must you taunt me so?â
âI hold no responsibility for this madness!â Loki protested, though the sparkle in his eyes told Theo that Loki knew he wasnât going to convince them otherwise. âGod of mischief I may be, but Iâm hardly the only capable sorcerer on this team.â
âWell Theoâs been too busy downing some Asgardian ale,â Bucky commented, âAnd Wanda⊠Wait a minute. Wanda?â
They all turned to look at Wanda, who gave a deer-in-the-headlights expression as she pretended to be horrified. âThe fact that you could imagine me doing this is mildly offensive,â she exclaimed, silently glaring at Loki. âBesides, Strange can cast spells too.â
Everyone looked over at Dr. Strange; one unamused eyebrow raise was enough to dispel any thoughts that heâd been the one behind it.
âLetâs be real â Reindeer games would be the one to make that joke.â Tony pointed out, âWhich⊠well played, Iâve gotta say. Not much makes me spit out my drink like that.â
Loki smirked, shaking his head and rolling his eyes. âYou need to raise your standards, Stark.â
Steve, who was still mostly sober and desperate for a change of topic, looked back at Theo and noticed her nearly empty mug. âWow, you werenât kidding about finishing the ale.â
In turn, Theo downed the remaining ale and placed the mug on the table. âYeah â It was good. But Iâve gotta say, for all the talk about how it will get me drunk, I still feel pretty sober. Are you sure you werenât messing with me? This isnât some fraternity-style hazing thing to bring a new team member on board?â
âNo, my lady,â Thor confirmed, âThat was genuine Asgardian ale. I must say, Iâm impressed.â
Theo cast a glance over to Loki before sending a text. âYou didnât mess with this, did you?â
âI would never deny someone the opportunity to get drunk.â Loki looked dead serious as he sent the message, so she took his word for it.
âWell shit,â Bucky replied, his words slurring ever-so-slightly from his own alcohol consumption. âHow about double or nothing â we each drink a mug of ale, and whoever is more sober at the end of the night gets $40.â
Steve tried to cut in. âBucky, no ââ
Bucky, yes.
âDeal.â Theo shook his hand again, confident that she was about to become $40 richer. Not only was Bucky already more drunk than her, but the Asgardian ale would only exacerbate the difference in their sobriety levels.Â
He probably wouldnât end up with alcohol poisoning, so itâd be fine. Maybe a hangover, but not alcohol poisoning.
âNow hereâs the thing -â Bucky began, â- Before your mug can be refilled, you have to do the Asgardian call for another drink.âÂ
âWhich isâŠ?â Theo arched a wary eyebrow, unsure if she wanted to know the answer.
With perfect timing, Thor finished his beverage and demonstrated by throwing his mug down on the ground, shouting âANOTHER!â as the glass smashed against the concrete and shattered into a million pieces.
Theo gasped and nearly flew out of her seat from the noise, heart pounding in her chest. She looked at the glistening fragments of glass, then up at Thor, then back down at the glass.
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Thor failed to stifle his laughter as Loki rolled his eyes in the background; with a flick of his wrist, the shards of glass vanished in a flash of emerald light.Â
âYeah thatâs going to be a hard pass from me, dude.â Theo shook her head, stood up and walked over to the bar to refill mug. While she was behind the bar, she also pulled out a fresh mug for Bucky.
âOh no, you donât get to pour â we need someone neutral to do it, so we know it hasnât been messed with!â Bucky called out, shaking his head at her as he moved to join her at the bar.
âWell I can certainly be the judge of that.â Loki volunteered, his voice a cool contrast to the rambunctious shouting and cheering that echoed from the rooftop.
âYouâre really letting loose tonight,â Lokiâs message appeared on Theoâs phone. âItâs nice to see you relax a bit.â Theo blushed and cracked a sheepish smile.
Loki strolled behind the bar, took both mugs and filled them up. Once satisfied that each mug contained the same amount of ale, he handed one mug to Bucky and the other to Theo. He then filled a mug of his own before returning to the rest of the group.
âAs the judge, I reserve all right to document any embarrassing moments for blackmail in the future.â Loki told everyone quite seriously. Shuri cracked up and added that if Loki didnât capture the evidence, she certainly would, and with how the Princess of Wakanda held her phone at the ready, Theo fully believed her.. Theo returned to her seat, noticing Shuri had saved her place; Bucky trailed close behind.
âYou say that like Iâm going to do something embarrassing.â Theo teased, holding her mug up to Bucky and Loki as if to suggest a toast. âTo Bucky making one of the dumbest bets heâll ever make.âÂ
âTo the new girl finally gracing us with her presence,â Bucky replied with a wide grin, âand not realizing sheâs about to lose the bet!âÂ
The rest of the group held up their glasses and clinked them together, after which Bucky managed to drain about a quarter of his mug in one swift drink.Â
âI didnât realize this was a chugging contest.â Bruce commented with a nervous laugh as Bucky set his mug down.
Theo, recognizing that rapid alcohol consumption would not help Bucky in the bet, snickered. âYou canât enjoy it if you chug it, you know that right?â
Bucky offered a coy grin in response, his cheeks flushed pink from the alcohol in his veins.
He really had no idea what he was in for.
And I feel alright (Feel alright) Yeah I feel alright, Alright⊠I let go This is something spiritual When I say so Give me life, give me love Leveled up on a higher dose No sorrow (baby this is chemical) Hit just like an antidote (canât come down, down) Adios (give me, yeah give me) Give me life, give me love Leveled up on a higher dose
This was certainly a different side to Theo than Loki had ever seen.
Her guard wasnât up in the same way it was at Starkâs party, nor was she silent and reserved, as if it were a mission briefing or meeting. The relaxed, easygoing demeanor that Loki eventually uncovered after multiple interactions made its debut amongst the others, and for the first time since the infamous briefing, it seemed like Theo wasnât afraid to be the center of attention.
In truth, Theoâs decision to join in the eveningâs activities surprised Loki. Though Theo agreed to stop declining the invitations from Maximoff, Loki had expected that this would not be the occasion which Theo relented, as the large group could be rather intimidating. Instead, he anticipated that Theo would wait until she could verify that it would be a small gathering with ample opportunities to depart, should she grow uncomfortable.
Instead, the sight of Theo trailing behind Maximoff as they crossed the rooftop brought the first of many pleasant surprises in the evening. If the expression Theo wore when Thor addressed her provided any indication, Theo had not anticipated such a robust gathering, and for a moment Loki feared she might teleport away from the immense attention suddenly focused on her.
Luckily, that had not been the case. From time to time, Loki caught Theo glancing towards him with a silent question in her eyes, usually as if trying to assess the situation, but as the evening wore on the questioning glances decreased, replaced by smirks and thinly veiled attempts to refrain from laughing at the others.Â
Perhaps the greatest surprise in the evening came when Theo agreed to not only try some Asgardian ale, but challenge Barnes to what one might consider a drinking contest with the aforementioned ale. Given Barnes held two significant advantages - his substantially larger size and the physiological changes from the super-soldier serum - the odds seemed stacked against the sorceress. If anything, Loki suspected that hubris fueled Theoâs decision.
However, he was far too curious about the outcome to consider intervening unless things turned sour, and up to that point he saw no cause for concern. Theo seemed fine, continuing to engage in conversation while working through her beverage. Occasionally, Loki caught himself staring at Theoâs petite hands, her dainty fingers wrapped around the massive mug of ale. If he could be honest with himself, The juxtaposition was rather adorable.
Barnes, unsurprisingly, was the first to finish his ale. Theo, however, was not far behind.
âI have a proposition.â Banner spoke up, looking between the empty mugs with a twinkle in his eye. âI think we should give these two a field sobriety test and see who is more sober⊠For science, of course.â
Loki, unfamiliar with the test Banner mentioned, hesitated. âAnd what exactly does a Midgardian sobriety test entail?âÂ
âOh, itâs easy.â Theo assured him, standing up and stretching both arms overhead. âYou just answer some questions and do some basic tasks, like walking in a straight line and balancing on one foot for a while.â
Loki studied Theo with some doubt; when she didnât notice, he messaged her. âAre you certain it will be so simple?â
Theo typed and sent her reply without even looking at her mobileâs screen. âBuckyâs about to get destroyed.â
Barnes swayed the moment he stood up, nearly tripping over his own feet as he made his way towards the area where they set up the test. He hadnât even walked half of the line marked out before it became clear as crystal that Barnes was utterly toasted.
Theo, meanwhile, seemed only lightly buzzed. She easily completed the straight line test⊠while walking on her hands.Â
âA woman after my own heart,â Romanoff laughed, clapping as Theo finished the test. âItâs not often we have team members who are able to move like that.â
âGirl, youâve gotta teach me how to do that,â Shuri exclaimed, âThatâs dope as hell!â
Theo gracefully returned to her feet, pausing for just a moment to adjust her clothes before she feigned a curtsy and smirked at Barnes, who simply groaned from where he sat.
From what little Loki knew of Theoâs background, the ability to walk on her hands came as no surprise - she had formal training in acrobatic maneuvers, and her goaltending demonstration highlighted her agility. Yet, she did not seem like the sort who would walk on her hands for fun⊠Though from what he had seen, she certainly was the sort of person who would do so to prove a point. Quite frankly, It was the kind of thing that Loki might do if he were in her position.
All things considered, it seemed like Theo might share Lokiâs penchant for mischief and trickery.
âNormally gods are the only ones who don't get knocked on their ass by Asgardian ale.â Stark commented, brow furrowed and eyes narrow as he studied Theo.Â
âAsgard isnât the only place with abnormally strong liquor,â Theo casually explained, shaking out her shoulders and stretching her neck. âThere really are some places with nothing better to do than drown your sorrows!âÂ
Loki couldnât help but laugh at her comment, though the choice of words piqued his curiosity. Of course there was the realm she refused to speak of, yet it sounded as if Theo referred to more than one location. Had she visited other realms as well?
Surely, she was exaggerating.
âYouâre talking about Michigan, right?â Stark teased.
âNo, Iâm talking about spending time with you.â Theo deadpanned, winning a lively round of jeers and laughter of the group.
Not done showing off, Theo proceeded to balance on one foot for five minutes while casually discussing the merits of different types of alcohol that sheâd encountered and how the Midgardian body metabolized alcohol, far longer than the 30 seconds that were required for a field sobriety test (at least, according to Doctor Banner). Gesturing vivaciously as she spoke, Theoâs eyes lit up with amusement as the others laughed along with her commentary.
As someone who was an expert at embellishing stories, Loki could tell when Theo added flourishes or exaggerated details. However, any talented storyteller understood that the best tales required a bit of panache, and Theo was no exception. While the others may not have noticed, to Loki, it was painfully obvious that Theo knew she was putting on a show.Â
âOkay, I think at this point thereâs a pretty clear winner.â Rhodes snickered as Barnes laid down on a sofa, complaining about the way the world spun..
Theo happily took the $40 that Barnes previously threw down on the table, smirking as she dramatically tucked it into her wallet.
âIs anyone hungry? I could go for some pizza right about now.â Maximoff asked, looking around at the others.
âFRI, you heard the lady!â Stark lifted his head as he spoke up to no one in particular. âWell⊠I was actually thinking we could go out for pizza?â Maximoff suggested, shrugging her shoulders as she pointed behind herself towards the elevator.
Frankly, after such lively conversation and company, Loki was nowhere near ready to turn in for the night⊠Even if âgoing outâ was not his preferred activity, perhaps it was worth accompanying the others on their venture.
âAs much as Iâd love to, I should probably make sure Bucky gets to bed in one piece.â Rogers replied, his point amplified by Barnesâ unintelligible grumbles.
âYeah, itâs getting late ââ Banner glanced at his watch before he stood up. âIâm ready to call it a night.âÂ
âIâd join you.â Loki nodded at Maximoff, lightly shrugging his shoulders.Â
âPizza sounds like fun.â Belova pushed herself up from her seat. âIâd go.â
âIâm down!â Shuri added, stretching as she rose to her feed.Â
Theo had yet to respond, eyes darting between the others as they responded. She didnât seem tired, but experience indicated she would not opt-in unless clearly invited to attendÂ
âThe night is young â why not enjoy some excellent company for a little longer?â Turning to Theo, Loki offered a wry smile as he offered a hand to help her up. âWould you care to join? I suspect Maximoff would even let you select the pizza placeâŠâ He shot a knowing glance to Maximoff, who grinned and nodded.
âSure, I suppose I can come along.â Theo perked up, mirroring Lokiâs smile as she accepted the gesture, and allowed Loki to pull her to her feet. âIâm not sure what my options are for pizza around here, so I would defer to someone else to choose.â
Loki felt a bit of heat creep up on his cheeks - he ought to have remembered that Theo only recently became a resident of Midtown, so her knowledge of local eateries would be limited at best.
âOh, thereâs lots of great options nearby!â Parker exclaimed, bouncing up from his seat. âMy favorite isââ
âShe didnât tell you to pick a place,â Shuri held a hand out to stop him as she smirked.
Parker replied with a pout, crossing his arms to make a point.
âIf you tell me what place you want to go to, Iâll suggest it,â Theo winked at the spiderling.
âThatâs not how this works!â Shuri protested, turning to Theo and covering her heart with mock offense.
âOkay, okay,â Theo held up her hands, laughing as she shook her head. âWanda, pick a place since you wanted pizza and I have no idea whatâs good around here.â
âI can do that - Vis, you coming?â Maximoff beamed at Vision, reaching for his hand.
âI shall accompany you.â
And off they went, in search of pizza.
Mic check - say hi to LoLo Goodbye to normal Welcome to your mad world Where you can forget About your boredom From this day forward Well I will give you love on every level
If anyone had asked Theo that morning how she expected her evening to go, drinking a supersoldier under the table and then going out for pizza at one in the morning with some of the Avengers would not have come to mind. Yet, in another edition of âmy life is stranger than fiction,â that was exactly how Theoâs night played out.
The pizza place Wanda recommended was fairly close to Avengers tower - down an alleyway and through a side door, the restaurant sat tucked in the basement of a bar that Theo recognized because she played a couple shows there a while ago..Â
When they first walked in, the atmosphere practically screamed âhole in the wall.â The lights were kept low - low enough that it was easy to hide the dirt permanently coated on the floors. The smell of cheese and cheap beer lingered in the air. Even at the late hour, the place was packed. Perhaps the low light was to their advantage - no one seemed to notice the group of superheroes as they made their entrance, which was a relief. It took Theo back to the midnight hours in Durham. Her friends drunkenly crowded into booths for food after spending the night getting guys to buy out the bar for them. Theo had to play along in those days in order to hide her magic and its effects on her body - however, the lack of drunkenness meant she was still able to recall the exact way the place felt. And this⊠this felt all too familiar.Â
When they found an empty booth, they wasted no time claiming it as their own, even if it meant they had to squish together so everyone fit. With the way they packed themselves together, Theo couldnât help but notice Lokiâs body against hers, steady and firm without encroaching on her personal space. Loki may have been her first friend among the Avengers, but that didnât mean they were ever quite so close. From Theoâs observations, Loki seemed like he avoided physical contact whenever possible, recoiling from Thorâs touch and carefully distancing himself when anyone else drew near. Really, Theo couldnât remember ever having made any physical contact with him that wasnât an accidental brush of the hands when they handed items to each other.Â
Despite feeling a bit thrown off by the touch, she wasnât uncomfortable⊠If anything, it was actually kind of nice.Â
Not that she was going to say anything, because that would absolutely make it weird.Â
The effortless, lighthearted conversation that started on the rooftop continued the moment they sat down, even as everyone made quick work of the first round of drinks and the pizza, continuing to the extent that it wasnât long before they ordered another round of drinks.Â
After the waitress delivered the second round of drinks, Wanda swallowed the bite of pizza she had been chewing, then spoke up.Â
âThank you.â Wanda paused, considering her words. âFor coming out tonight, that is. This has been fun.â She beamed at Theo. âIâm glad you have a sense of humor. The pigeon was well played.â
Theo blushed, biting back a smile. âThanks for letting me in on the fun⊠though I have to say, I think Loki took the trophy home for best prank of the night.â
This time Loki didnât try to deny it, grinning with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. âIt is important to remind my brother to stay humble⊠âTis best to not allow his ego to overtake him. Do you agree?â
Theo let out a laugh, just barely tinged with melancholy as she thought about her sister. âThat is part of a siblingâs job description, isnât it?â
âAm I remembering correctly that you have a sister?â Vision asked Theo. âI recall mention of a sibling in your file, though youâve not spoken much on the matter.â
Theo flinched, though the motion was barely perceptible. Lokiâs eyes flickered over at her - he must have still noticed.Â
âI do⊠but sheâs presumed dead, like my parents. We got separated when we ended up in the other realmâ Theo shrugged as nonchalantly as she could manage, but the way the expressions in the group softened told her that they picked up on her discomfort around the topic. âMy MĂ©mĂšre â err, my Grandma â raised me after that, and she raised my younger cousin, Max; heâs practically my younger brother.â
âThereâs no reason to be nervous; family is a complicated subject for pretty much everyone on the team.â Wanda assured her.
Theo flashed a thin, yet grateful smile. âYeah, I gathered that was practically a prerequisite for joining the Avengers.â
Loki snorted at her comment.
Wanda took the opportunity to change the topic, launching into the recap of the last band that she saw in this particular place. Apparently this was one of her favorite spots to go when she wanted to blend in and have some fun, especially since the poor lighting made it hard to be recognized.Â
As Wanda spoke, Theo noticed a young couple making out next to a jukebox and couldnât help but smile at the sight â they may have assumed that the poor lighting obscured them from view, but their affection was sweet. Another wave of nostalgia from her days in Durham washed over Theo.
It occurred to her that everyone in the booth had lived vastly different lives from her own: a literal princess sat next to a kid who grew up in Queens; an orphan sat next to an android, who sat across from a frost giant/literal god, and on Theoâs opposite side was someone who trained to be a spy since before she could walk. However, Theo didnât feel like a fish out of water. On the contrary, she actually felt like she belonged there, sitting in this cramped booth with six other people who knew what it was like to be different. And the best part was, she didnât even have to hide what made her unique.
Her heart warmed at the thought.
By the time they finally left the pizza place, it was nearing three in the morning â the sun would rise in a few hours, however Theo was still wide awake. Wanda must have sensed that Theo was still ready for an adventure because she paused outside, looking in the direction opposite the tower.
âSo where are we going now?â Theo inquired, looking between the others.Â
âGiven you have a high alcohol tolerance, I think we should do some bar hopping,â Wanda offered, âThis is New York, after all, the city that never sleeps. We might as well make it a proper night out!â
âThe princess is out of her tower and there are some fine establishments nearby.â Loki added, a smug expression curling over his lips as he crossed his arms. Shuri cracked up, entirely aware that Loki was referring to Theo and not to her.
âI donât know why youâre calling me a princess when we have a literal princess with us.â Theo offered a playful scoff in response to his joke, pointing at Shuri.Â
âThe literal princess had a great time, but sheâs gotta go back to Oakland tomorrow.â Shuri smirked and took a bow. âSo Iâve gotta call it a night.â
âYeah, I have a biology exam I need to study for tomorrow, so I should get some sleep.â Peter agreed.
âI head out for a mission bright and early,â Yelena sighed, âSo I should probably go too.â
âThey may be ditching us, but Iâm down to go check out the bars,â Theo offered. âBut I hope you donât make the same mistake Bucky did - that might not go as well, since you arenât a super soldier.â
Wanda laughed freely, her eyes crinkling at the corners. âOh no, Iâm not about to try and match you drink for drink. Consider this our way of giving you a tour of the neighborhood!â
Vision, of course, was also fine with bar hopping; as long as Wanda was there it seemed like he would be happy.Â
After bidding goodnight to Shuri, Peter, and Yelena, the remaining four Avengers departed for the first bar. The cover of night provided protection from the stares that Theo expected to get walking down the street, though it was likely helped by the decrease in people out and about at the odd hour.Â
The quartet moved between local bars seamlessly. The sight of the Avengers didnât draw the looks Theo would have expected most celebrities to draw - the other three, apparently, were regulars. They chatted with other customers and joked around with the bartenders, always making a point to casually slip an introduction to Theo in the mix without making it awkward. More often than not, the other customers would buy a round of drinks for the group as a way of welcoming Theo to the team, and before Theo could respond either Loki or Wanda would accept on her behalf.
If Theo didnât know better, Loki and Wanda were on a mission to see just how much alcohol it took to get Theo drunk; frankly, as long as Theo wasnât the one footing the bill, she didnât mind the opportunity to loosen up a bit.
As the sun crept over the horizon, Theo felt the warm buzz that came with mild inebriation, having consumed enough alcohol to finally overcome her obnoxious tolerance.Â
Loki had a slight flush to his cheeks and a hint of glassiness in his eyes â there was no way that he could become intoxicated from what a human would drink alone, but between the Asgardian ale he consumed earlier and the other drinks, he seemed more relaxed than usual. Up until that point, Theo noticed that even when relaxed, Loki always had this air of being immensely composed, but that night it seemed like he let some of that properness fall away and let his guard drop ever-so-slightly.
In contrast, Wanda was comfortably drunk, allowing herself to hiccup and giggle freely while slurring some of her words. Not messy drunk by any means, thanks to Loki and Vision switching out some of her drinks for Shirley Temples when Wanda wasnât looking (given how easily they managed the feat, Theo guessed it wasnât the first time they had swapped her drinks so she didnât get sick).Â
Vision was the only one who was sober, but that had to be a normal occurrence⊠Not shockingly, it was impossible for an artificial intelligence system to process alcohol. Theo found it odd to watch Vision eat and drink like a normal person, since he didnât actually digest food and that he didnât even need to eat to function. The sight was even more jarring when he camouflaged himself to appear like a person and not an android, which he did anytime he ventured into public.Â
Still, it wasnât the weirdest thing Theo had ever seenâŠ
With the sun peeking over the horizon, bringing with it the impending arrival of the morning, the group agreed it was time to return to the tower. While there was nothing on their agenda for the day that they had to prepare for, by that time everyone had been awake long enough that they were more than ready for bed. Vision and Wanda led the way, Vision wrapping his arm around Wanda to help her stay steady as she giggled and cooed endlessly at him, utterly lovestruck each time she looked at her partner.Â
Behind them, Loki and Theo strolled beside each other in comfortable silence. As they moved, Theo discreetly observed Loki. His normally upright, regal posture had softened. His eyes gazed out into the distance, though it didnât seem like they had a fixed point of interest. He kept his hands in his pockets, and his expression reserved - just the slightest hint of knitted brows adorned his expression.
The man beside her was different from the Loki that Theo first met, or the Loki she saw earlier in the evening â the sharp, charismatic, and sarcastic prince was replaced by a much quieter, introspective man. Even with the faint warmth of the alcohol in Theoâs system, she could sense storms swirling in his mind that were locked away from public view. She couldnât help but wonder how often he allowed that side of him to show.
When they arrived at the tower and made their way up to the residential floors, Theo couldnât help but notice the way that Loki held the elevator door for her, and how he placed his hand on the small of her back as she passed by. It must have been the way that Loki was raised that made him do those things - as a prince, he must have been taught these types of gestures as a part of proper etiquette - but the feeling of his touch lingered long after his hand left her back.
No one else was around, which meant that it was either too early for the others to be up, or those who were already awake were off doing something else. Those moments of stillness were rare in the tower, and after a long but fun night out, Theo was grateful for the peace and quiet. Up ahead, Wanda giggled and squealed as Vision patiently coaxed her towards their suite. It didnât take long for them to disappear behind the door, leaving Loki and Theo to themselves. The pairâs comfortable silence continued as they made their way down the hall, pausing outside the door to Theoâs suite.
âThis was a lot of fun,â Theo commented to Loki, a shy smile on her lips as she took hold of the door handle, but refrained from opening the door.
âIndeed,â he nodded, sticking his hands back in his pockets and shifting his weight back onto his heels as he gave her a nervous smile. âIâm glad youâve come out of your shell a bit more â it is nice to spend time with you.âÂ
They both stood there, biting back smiles as they looked into each otherâs eyes. In the peace of the tower and the sun rising, there was almost a special sort of peace that fell between them - a moment frozen in time.
Eventually though, that moment had to end.
Theo cleared her throat, a rising heat now present on her cheeks. âWell, I should probablyâŠâ Theo trailed off, gesturing that she was going to head inside. âUh, good night Loki.â
âRight,â Loki blushed, looking away as he dipped his head. âGood night Theo.âÂ
Theo found herself reflecting on the night as she got ready for bed. Yes, Loki, the little bastard was right - the Avengers, for all their initial assumptions and hesitations, genuinely did want to be her friend.
And despite every reason why Theo shouldnât want to, at the end of the day⊠She wanted to be their friend too.Â
I let go (I let go) This is something spiritual (something spiritual) A vibrant soul (a vibrant soul) Give me life, give me love Got me hooked on a higher dose No sorrow (baby this is chemical) Hit just like an antidote (canât come down, down) Adios (give me, yeah give me) Give me life, give me love Leveled up on a higher dose
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Hiii! I saw you on the proselfship selfplace blog and I wanted to ask if you could/wanted to elaborate a bit more on soulbounding? I saw people talking a lot abt it around here but never truly understood what it was or how it worked (im not deep at all into spirituality, all I know is like shifting from when it was trendy in 2020 lol), I also saw people talking about reverse soulbounding?
Mel: Lav is the one who's been interacting with the proselfship community so far, but she asked me to come in and give my perspective on this!
There are two main definitions of soulbonding. Some see soulbonding as a spiritual practice, acting as a medium channeling or hosting the spirits of fictional characters the way one might channel or host the spirits of the dead. The definition we use on this blog is that munbonding is what happens when a person has such a strong emotional connection with a character that said character comes to life in your head as a self-aware autonomous thoughtform. This character can be insourced (of your own creation) or outsourced (from an existing work). They can be permanent residents (headmates), daytrippers ("commuting" from their world to your head and back), or simply share a phone connection (they stay in their world but can still communicate with you). Both the connection itself and the character are called a soulbond; the act of forming this connection is called munbonding, and the person who has a munbond is called the munbonder.
There are a few things I would say sets munbonding apart from other thoughtforms or fictives. One is that it's commonly a spontaneous occurrence with hardly any effort from bond or bonder. Another is the intrinsic emotional connection that can lead to a significant level of intimacy in a relatively short amount of time. And another is that munbonds are much less likely to want to share in "meatspace" life than other plurans.
As for how it usually works, the way I think is most common is discovering or creating a character that deeply resonates with you and suddenly having them show up in your head and start giving their opinions on things (whether or not you asked for them, lol). But it's also possible to intentionally reach out to a character (this can be a little tricky but well worth the effort). Sometimes you both get to choose whether to form the munbond connection, and sometimes the munbond connection is too strong and chooses for you before you can even process what's happening. :P Either way, munbonds can be a wonderful addition to someone's internal life, and I am forever grateful for the gift that is my own.
I realize this got pretty dense, lol, but I hope it gave you some insight. Feel free to ask us any follow-up questions you may have!
Lav: I'm sorry it took me a hot minute to reply, I really wanted to make this post about Soulbonding is Not just Spiritual/Metaphysical first, especially since your ask included the misconception that it was a purely spiritual experience when there are other interpretations too.
While Mel already addressed most of your ask, I want to specifically speak on your last question.
"Reverse Soulbonding", as far as I can tell, seems to stem from the FromFiction blogger that I mentioned in the above link post. I harbor a strong dislike for their general position, which includes the term "Reverse Soulbonding" to describe that experience.
All that soulbonding means and has always meant is a "deep empathic/telepathic link connection, usually after forming a intense emotional attachment, with an autonomous living character." "Reverse Soulbonding", as described, is when you visit inside the mind/body of the character rather than them being inside yours, seeing and interacting with their world through their perspective. However, as Mel explained earlier, a soulbond is the connection to the character, not how you interact with them.
This is not to say that the experience "Reverse Soulbonding" refers to is not a valid phenomenon, but personally, I believe it is more accurate to refer to it as "Reverse Daytripping." A daytripper is a type of soulbond who moves between their world and yours instead of residing inside your head as a pluran (headmate). If it were reversed, it would involve moving between your world and their head.
#Lav posting#Mel posting#proship safe#plurality#pluralgang#thoughtforms#Winrey Place replies#munbonding#soulbonding#Winrey Place OG content
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hey guys! iâve got a bit of a (big) life update for yâall.
unfortunately, iâm having to figure out a new living situation pretty unexpectedly. my roommate and i talked, and basically heâs wanting to live on his own again. so iâve got about two months to get moved out of here and find a new place. (iâm working on it! luckily i recently reconnected with a friend whoâs a real estate agent, so who knows - maybe iâll get my own damn house >:D)
for anybody that follows me on ko-fi, you might have seen the update i put there. this is a more detailed version of that.
basically, this means (and i am so so so SO sorry about this) itâs going to be a while before i can get a lot of these charm orders out.
iâm going to try my best to get out what i can in-between packing, but donât be surprised if your order takes several months to ship. again, iâm so sorry - i know it took me ages to even get them listed.
one of the other things this is going to effect may be sticker orders and new stickers.
sticker orders:
i try to include free doodles with my sticker orders, and i am going to continue to try and do that, but some of you may not receive a doodle, and for that iâm sorry.
if you would rather get your stickers sooner, and donât mind missing out on the doodle, please message me, either through tumblr or through ko-fi. (ko-fi will help me keep track of whoâs who a bit better.)
if you REALLY want a doodle, and donât mind waiting, then let me know and iâll move yours to the back of my list. this way, i can prioritize anyone who doesnât mind going without a doodle and start cutting down on my workload.
if you donât message me either way, iâll try and get your doodle done, but thereâs a chance i may just go ahead and send it without one. luck of the draw.
some of you have ordered stickers AND charms! (omg, what the heck! yâall are amazing!) despite being in the same order, i may try and at least get you your sticker orders, unless otherwise requested. (i have a few people that have already spoken to me about having their items shipped together, so no worries if weâve already talked.) for anyone that ordered stickers + charms, i wasnât going to do a doodle anyway, since the main reason i have those is to do something with the cardstock i use to keep the envelopes flat. this way yâall will at least get something sooner! (again, message me if youâd rather iâd send it all together. donât worry about shipping if i send them separately, iâm not gonna apply a charge for that, itâs fine.)
new stickers:
i had intended to start printing and eventually list my new halloween dca sticker design by october first at the absolute latest. but with the whole âideally be moved out within two months at the latest, earlier if possible,â thing, that may not be happening.
iâm still gonna try, though!!!!! iâll try and save my sticker making things for later in the packing process, and maybe try and get that stuff figured out before the end of this month. weâll see if i can juggle it with everything else - i really think itâs dependent on me catching up on my other orders, first.
in addition to all of this, iâm still out of work on FMLA for my back problems. on the bright side - my appointment is FINALLY coming up!!! yippee!!! but that also means i have to take a lot of breaks from packing and working on stickers because⊠back hurty. but it ALSO means i have the time to do all this stuff, breaks included, because iâm not working. soâŠsilver linings, am i right? :D
also just wanna say thank you to everybody again - i have made SO many friends in this fandom, and iâve had a blast being able to make stickers and finally charms!!!! half the reason iâve been able to bounce back so quick after getting this news the other day is because iâve already had some of my pals who saw my kofi post messaging me and wishing me well. and the money from the charm orders is gonna help ease the moving/shopping process a lot, so - thank you all so much!!!!
again, iâm sorry everything is so delayed. but i WILL get it out to you eventually, once things settle down a bit. but yâall are amazing, and i appreciate you lots, k???? donât forget it!!! <3
#sinna babbles#ok to reblog#idk why u would lmao?? but i donât mind if you do!#fr fr i love the friends iâve made in this fandom and all the wonderful people iâve met#yâall are incredible#im hoping i can speed-run the packing process and be outta here FAST#and then also ideally get back to sending out orders quickly#anyways!!!! thatâs whatâs going on with me lads#and donât worry about me!! ;D iâll figure it out <3
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Hey Felix so Iâve been trying to self study German but itâs been very hard. My brain canât let go of Spanish of when I took it in Highschool and college. I was taking Spanish because I wanted to use it in order to translate but I never had any interest in it. So I decided to try and learn German since Iâve had somethings I like about it. It also has connection to English. I know itâs not easy but Iâm really struggling to retain anything Iâve gone over. I remember more of Spanish than I do of anything in German. Itâs sad and frustrating. I guess what Iâm trying to ask is, is there a way I can rid my knowledge of Spanish? Because trying to learn the genders in German as well as the cases is hard,and all my mind thinks on is Spanish đ I know studying is the way but my focus is so off.
Hiii!
Oof, I hear ya! Previous languages getting in the way is not uncommon, i especially always thinking of the Dutch "dus" when actually meaning "donc" when trying to produce French sentences!
It sounds like English is your native language and besides that you've only learned Spanish?
I think there are probably two main things I can say:
1) Every language you learn, no matter how far, is strengthening your knowledge of linguistics and languages and WILL help you with the next language!
2) Having studied Spanish in high school and college, it's not surprising that it wins over your brain in language learning contexts! My brain often goes via French when working on Spanish.
A little more of an "issue" in your brain going English -> Spanish ?->? German (compared to mine: German -> French -> Spanish) is that English and German are Germanic languages, whereas France and Spanish are Romance languages. But that's rather an inconvenience than truly detrimental!
Idk how far along you are with German and how much Spanish you still practice simultaneously, but the main thing, as you said, will probably be more German input and practice â that doesn't have to be much, a German comic panel every day or listening to German songs will already make it more prominent in your brain :)
You ask about ridding yourself of Spanish but I think that is not necessary at all! Maybe you can embrace it? When you notice yourself slipping into Spanish, take the time to write down the Spanish you know and then (maybe later when you have the energy) figure out the German version for it. Or write vocab mind maps including both the Spanish and the German words for things!
I'm currently reading a book about Translanguaging in classroom settings (making use of ALL of one's language skills and knowledge instead of separating them by language) and it's making me see multilingual students in a new light, making their mulitlinguality a tool instead of a possible distraction!
I'm also wanting to look more into chunks (expressions and sets of commonly together-occurring words like "I don't know" or "I think that") and how to make good use of them in language learning!
Maybe lots of your Spanish is chunks you use as scaffolding for language production (for example, it feels like 90% of my French sentences start with "Je pense que...") â then perhaps it might help to internalize the German equivalent to make it easier to jump-start a German sentence instead!
Since you talk about Genders as well â learning multiple gendered languages is hard, don't underestimate the difficulty that everyone (not just you!) experiences there! If you haven't yet, check out the Gender-probability rules of German (i posted about them not too long ago)!
For cases, I suggest lots of input and practicing with verbs that take specific objects (I'll post about this soon i think but feel free to text me if you're interested!) â cases are HARD, especially for native speakers of languages that don't use them at all!
I hope I could give a little perspective and help at least a little bit!
Feel free to send more questions (via ask or via DM)!! I love talking about German and language learning đ„°
#ask#german#language learning#deutsch#langblr#learning german#deutsch lernen#german language#german learning#language
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I feel like I need to give Riser Way a shoutout for Father's Day because he's been the main dad character I've been reading about for the last several months and he's awesome.
I've only got a few minutes left before it's no longer Father's Day in my timezone (update: I'm 7 minutes too late now, lol, but whatever), so here's a selection of highlights of Riser being a fantastic dad!
For this post it's only Riser and Nikki snippets from Ăhchikaapeâwith the exception of the final snippet, which is from the latest chapter of Montana Stars because I couldn't not include itâbut I'll probably do a more comprehensive follow-up post at some point with highlights of Riser being a dad with all his kids (including more Nikki).
âYouâre trying to get rid of me. You canât wait âtil Iâm gone, can you. All this trouble Iâve caused, Iâm not stupid, and money Iâve cost you too. No one does what you do just to be nice , and if they do it doesnât last long before they get tired of it. Youâre ready to be done. Ship my ass home and be done with me. Get on with your life. No one has ever cared enough to come looking, not since Daddy died. No one has cared enough to make me stop .â She whirls and slams her hand into the wall, and the broken thing in it, chipping the paint and gouging the drywall. He catches her wrist and pushes it away. "If that was how things were I wouldn't'a just torn this town apart for four days and put myself in the position of owing half the people in it a favor to find ya."
^ Ăhchikaape, chapter 15 "I Don't Want to be Alone Again"
"Is there anything else ya want? A doll maybe?" She gives him a black look. âOne of you maybe, to stick pins in.â Muttering. ââŠdollâŠâ His shoulders shake and he turns away hastily to hide his grin; rather pointlessly, since it's quite audible in his voice. "We could check out the kiddie makeup section." âIâm going to trounce you right here in the parking lot.â "Princess bedding? I was supposed to have gotten you princess bedding already but I've been distracted..." âYou get me princess bedding and Iâll go sleep in the cab of the truck with your coat.  You can sleep on the princess bedding, you have the princess hair. Like⊠whatshername. Pasnuzel.â "How about a nice pink bracelet?" he suggests, fighting desperately and futilely to keep a straight face. She skips around an oil slick and back in close to his side and says, âWhatâs with you and the pink? We can pick out some pink stuff for you, you know. I wonât judge.â
^ Ăhchikaape, chapter 17 "Until You Know I Love You"
âEveryone picks on kids like that, itâs just what you do!â "No it's not. And you will be apologizing to each and every one of them when we get back, you understand me?" Her eyes go wide and horrified. âI canât do that!â "Oh yeah?" He doesn't sound impressed. "And why's that?" âBecause itâll be embarrassing!â "As embarrassing as it was to them when you made fun?" She moans a little, shoulders sagging. âRissserrrrrâŠ.â "Would it be?" he says harshly. "As upsetting to you as it was to them, to be taunted for something beyond their control? To be taunted for wanting to be able to see clearly?" âI never meant it like thatâŠâ "Then how'd you mean it." âIt was just⊠I donât know, Riser, I just⊠thought it would be⊠funny.â She trails off miserably. "Were they laughing?" ââŠsome other kids would. I mean⊠did.â Her shoulders are hunched. âIâll say sorry when we get back, okay? Letâs just⊠stop talking about it.â "Not until I'm satisfied that you understand not only that what you did was wrong but also why." âI donât know, because it wasnât⊠nice?â Unbidden her mind darts to her little brother and she imagines in a flash bigger kids surrounding him while he cowers on the floor, his arms over his head. She imagines Silver hunched against a locker with his hands shoved in his pockets, cruel words flung at him and no towering uncles to come to his defense. âIt wasnât⊠it wasnât nice.â She looks up at him a little weakly. âRiser, no one is nice where I come from.â "I believe ya. But it's not fighting back to pass the cruelty on. Iâll help ya keep the bigger kids off ya back, but there'll be no more picking on the smaller ones, you understand me?" âYes.â "An' you'll be apologizing to the ones you've wronged." She sticks her face in her arm with a long groan. "And you'll mean it." Finally she lifts her head, red-faced and eyes pleading. âOkay. I will. Can we be done?â He eyes her calculatingly a moment longer. "Alright. Let's go pick you out some frames."
^ Ăhchikaape, chapter 25 "Eye Guy and Cabbages"
Riser stands abruptly and catches hold of Nikki's ankles, dangling her a few inches above the floor and just sweeping it with her hair. "Look! I have a new broom!" âIâm a SWIFFER,â Nikki squawks, bending like a snake to see him better. "Do you cede, kiddo?" he asks, grinning down at her. Birdie lifts one hand, groans, and lets it flop dramatically back down. "My deepest and sincerest apologies, my lady. I shall be no more aid, callously broken by my own brother and left to die." âNever,â Nikki vows, and pretends to chomp his jean-leg in her teeth and shake it like a terrier. Riser shrugs and hoists her up higher and nudges one sneaker off with his shoulder to nibble at her toes. "Ooh, yum, snack." Her snarls turn to shrieks of protest. âIâve been wearing these socks for three days straight Riser ack! Eek! Stopit!â Helpless laughter, feeble thrashing. "Do you give?" he asks thickly around a mouthful of toes. âThat is so disgusting help! Ken! Help!â A shuffling sound from the hallway and Ken emerges to glare at them all balefully through sleepily squinted eyes. "ALL OF YOU, stuff a sock in it, or I'm slinging your sorry carcasses outside and locking you out." "I've already shtuffed a shock in it," Riser points out, and earns himself the full weight of Ken's glare. âKen! Help! Heâs eating myâeepâFEET!â "Shut. Up. All of you," Ken snarls, and stomps back to his room, slamming his door.
^ Ăhchikaape, chapter 25 "Eye Guy and Cabbages"
"Yup." He nudges his chin gently against the side of her head. "But I'm not gonna whup you until you can handle it." She makes a sound thatâs half groan and half exasperation. âHow will you know when that is? When Iâm thirty, maybe? Thirty sounds good.â He smirks a little and hitches her up. "Hopefully it won't still be necessary when you're thirty. No, it will wait until you know I love you, and will know it even when your ass is smarting." Sheâs silent all the way to the front of the store. Sheâs silent as he scans things through the self-check without putting her down. Sheâs silent as he pays and trundles her and the buggy out into the fading light and sheâs silent when he finally sets her down beside the Eagle and hands her her helmet. She holds it between her hands, staring down at it, at the sharp snap-cuffs of the soft leather jacket, at her own hands. She turns the right one to see the raised pink line across the palm. Finally she says in a whisper, âYou do?â He crouches to look up and meet her eyes. "I do." Her first step toward him is a fling; she draws up, remembering the stab-wound, and hugs him very gently around the neck. He wraps his arms about her and pats her back. "Y' my kid, understand? And I love you." Sheâs feeling suddenly sniffly and doesnât quite know why. She says against his shoulder, âI⊠donât think I understand all of it. But I understand⊠milkshakes. And coats. And shoes. And steak. AndâŠâ She has to stop and take a breath. âI understand⊠someone looking. I understand that.â He rocks her just a little. "I'll always be here for ya. I'll always be here for you. Okay?" She laughs a little in tearful disbelief. âI still donât think I understand why. Iâm⊠scrawny and smart-mouthed and I run away instead of saying⊠thank you.â "Doesn't mean you deserve it any less," he says reflectively. "Means you need it more."
^ Ăhchikaape, chapter 17 "Until You Know I Love You"
"I'm your stepdad, it's my job to notice. An' put a stop to it." âI donât⊠I donât think I like that word as much.â "Which word?" âThe⊠sounds like Cinderella or something.â "Stepdad?" She grinds her face against his shoulder. âMm-hmm.â "Alright. Your Riser then. It's my job to notice, an' put a stop to it." âI donât⊠itâs just the⊠step part I donât like.â She hides her face in his neck. Riser blinks and blinks again and then a grin stretches his face wide. "Really?" âReally what.â "You mean it?" She lifts her head and looks at him squintily. âMean what, Riser.â He takes a breath. "Do you... want to call me Dad?" âIâm not⊠I donât⊠I want to call you that when I⊠when people ask. Because you are. Riser. Arenât you? Now?â "Yes, baby, I am," he says quietly, and pulls her close again in a tight fierce hug.
^ Montana Stars, chapter 5 "Fencing"
I LOVE THEM SO MUCH. Happy Father's Day, Riser Way. Not words I ever thought I'd write, but he deserves it XD
@thegreenleavesofspring tagging you to make sure you see this <3
#I love them your honor#Riser Way#Nikki Knows-the-Ground#Nikki Way#AnnaĂĄuchiwee#Ăhchikaape#SotS#Riser & Nikki#Riser dad moments#this has been a post
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thinking of making a game i post on itch.io (gonna try to make it an in browser game?) for us to goof around with are you guys interested
my main idea right now is
game where youre trying to deal with weird yokai hauntings and things of that nature chose your own adventure but also it's a magical girl kind of thing where you transform and are secretly fighting them and helping them and trying to keep things peaceful, and depending on how painful it winds up being, having curse management akin to that keito fic i have where he's a magical boy be a mechanic
i would be using original characters and my own storyline and setting for it since i'd want to set it so if you WANTED you could chose a price to play it for (more like a donation though since it would probably be optional-) rather than having like, microtransactions and junk, i just think it sounds like fun. Feel free to offer suggestions and things like that or ask questions or say what features you'd like the idea of but know that if you DO offer them you waive any legal right to the idea and cant sue me for using them even though you probably wouldn't like, if you GIVE me an idea that is giving me the idea- like, as in giving me permission to USE it (and i wouldn't exactly want exclusive rights it's not like id be like AND NOW YOU CAN NEVER USE THE IDEA FOR YOURSELF MUFUFU no i'td be like just dont go after me legally if i include an idea because you offered it of your own free will knowing you would not get something in return and that i am not obligated to add in an idea or remove it if you give it to me- i just want like , chill vibes-)
mostly it would just be like, for funsies though i dont exactly expect this to be some hit thing and i cant gaurantee any quality level (again hence why its like a "you dont have to pay for it but like if you want to you can if i ever figure out how THAT works" thing
so yeah tldr heres the poll what do you think
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Am I the asshole for continuously trying to kill the woman my coworker says I love?
Right, I know it sounds very bad, but listen to me
For some context, I work for an technological research company that also doubles as a private military agency. It is also worth noting that me and all my coworkers posess cybernetic enhancements to help us execute our duties, making us essentially cyborgs. Furthermore, we have been sometimes labeled as "terrorists" and have caused our fair share of destruction, but all are allegations.
Now, mind you, I am only telling you this for context, so I would like to request that you leave the debatable-terrorism aside when casting your judgement.
You see, we have... "rivals" of sorts. Members of another... I'm not sure if it's a company. Anyway, they ARE our rivals and arch-nemesises, always messing with our plans and such. If we are the "villains", they are the "heroes", to put it simply. Coincidentally enough, they have 8 main members, and on our company, we have 8 captains (me included, of course). All 8 of us have a specific enemy that bothers us the most, and for the purposes of this post, we'll be talking solely about mine, whom I shall refer to as "H".
H is as stubborn and annoying as she is strong and determined. I have been called "short tempered" multiple times before, but, let's say, if I were to have a hypothetical list of times I have been enraged, by who, and how quickly, she would easily occupy the 3rd, 2nd and 1st place spots on this purely hypothetical and completely non-existent list. For as long as I've known H, since my very first defeat at her hands (or, well, feet, since her preferred method of attack is kicking), I have cultivated a boiling hatred for her and vowed I would kill her with my bare hands (or, well, feet, since my preferred method of attack is, coincidentally, also kicking. Though MY feet have chainsaws, therefore I am vastly superior).
However, I have... failed, multiple times. When I first lost to her, the very first thing I did was make multiple blueprints and plan a new form for myself, a project which I submitted to our boss, to turn myself into a gigantic robot, fully equipped with heavy firepower and top of the line technology. Admittedly, it was rather costy and over the top, but my boss was amused and agreed. "With all of this, I'd be more impressed if you lost again!" was how he bid me farewell that day, as I made my way to put my project into action and scorch H out of the face of the Earth.
"I'm impressed!" was how he greeted me the next day.
To say H "defeated" me would be generous. As much as I do not like to admit, she completely outwitted me, reducing my new form to scrap on the floor. My counsciousness was retrieved and I was put back into my old cyborg body, not only because it would be difficult to fix my giant form and also enter our headquarters with it, but also because it was completely unfixeable after our fight.
Ever since then, I have been attempting to upgrade myself and defeat H (though I have been forbidden from requesting new giant mecha bodies), and I have repeatedly failed. Every time we fought, I was taken down. And then I acquired new upgrades. And we fought again. And this became a recurring cycle, so much that H seems very used to it by now, treating defeating me as just another common daily chore like doing the dishes or washing clothes. Needless to say, it infuriates me that she thinks so little of me.
Here is where things get... Odd. I have noticed that, for a while now, I don't seem to get any performance benefit from my newest upgrades. Usually, even if I was taken down, I always had some sort of noticeable improvement in comparison to the previous fight. But recently, I am defeated again and again and I seem to learn nothing. I did not understand why. Had she outdone me so greatly that now she was in a level where I could not, under any hypothesis, defeat her? I did not understand, until one of my coworkers, S, suggested something, something so absurd, that I could not believe it.
S said that maybe, I wasn't fighting to kill her anymore. That just as H had grown to see our fights as routine, I had grown to look forward to it, and not only that, that I somehow "liked getting beat up by her", as he put it. He said I was visibly holding myself back, that I was having a "suspiciously slow reaction time to her attacks" (for some reason he also almost laughed when saying that first word? Not quite sure why), and even pointed out how I usually lure her to places with no civilians and/or make sure civilians are evacuated before fighting in a public space, as if to make sure she "doesn't have to worry about killing a civilian and hold back" and so that she "won't hate me too much for killing a few people unintentionally". With that, S could have won an easy 4th place on the previously mentioned hypothetical list of "who enraged me the quickest and how".
...Unfortunately, something happened a few days ago, that seemed to somewhat bring validity to his claims. As I was fighting with H, I had my opportunity. In a quick instant, there was a breach in her defenses, her neck was exposed, in a perfect spot to be cut. I readied my blades, prepared to deliver a cutting kick at her throat and bathe in her blood, cease the humiliation I've been put through, end this rivalry once and for all.
But I didn't.
My blades were ready. I was ready. I had more than enough time to do it, but I didn't. Something held me back. H looked as confused as I did, and she escaped, while I just stood there.
Now, I don't believe this proves ANYTHING, howev
YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO SAM HERE
Was watching Emmet type this but he isnt doing this story justice so i yoinked the phone from him to add some more stuff because i am NOT letting this man hide key details
So anyway a few days ago he and Holly were fighting as usual, and i was watchin, as usual. Ive been watchin them fight a lot recently, i mean, its not like Emmet tries to hide when he plans to fight her, hes always yapping about how THIS time hes gonna get her. So, one thing he didnt say was that Holly def knows he likes her by this point and tbh she looks like shes 100% into it, especially after he let her live on purpose. So, yesterday, Holly cornered him, not in a "he was defenseless" kind of way mind you, he could have run away or attacked any time he wanted, but he didnt, instead he just backed himself into a wall while she came closer
So shes just sloooowly closing in and hes nervous and stuttering out some weak threats and his voice is cracking and the lower half of his face is blushing (the upper half is robotic btw, just thought youd like to know ;D) and i couldnt hear what she was saying from where i was standing, but i could see she was saying something. So she like, she did that thing, yknow that thing when you corner someone and press your hand on the wall next to their head? Its a way of flirting ig, but anyway, Holly did that but with her FOOT. She lifted her leg and pressed her foot next to his head so hard the wall cracked, and he was basically haywiring at that point, but thats not all, no. Heres the cherry on the cake:
She said something else after she did that, and idk what she said but it flustered Emmet so hard that there was smoke and sparks coming out of his ears and, I SHIT YOU NOT, he straight up BLUE SCREENED. Bros eye went full BLUE and he FELL TO THE GROUND, and at that point i started laughing the loudest ive ever laughed. Holly also laughed with me and im fucking glad she did bc i was completely incapacitated at that point
Now idk abt yall but personally i think all of this is very SUSpicious (à¶) and that he may have some feelings for her
So anyway i dont think Emmet is TA but he is def TPRR (The Pathetic Robot Rabbit) , so yall PLEASE help this man wake up cause he needs it badly. He straight up made a "mural of hate" where hes got a bunch of pics of Holly to "motivate" him to "destroy her". My man does NOT know how to cope with romantic feelings and he is discovering a lot of new things about himself and he desperately needs help
Im not giving the phone back to Emmet rn bc hes gonna delete all of this for sure so im sending this ask myself. Oh and on a finishing note, that list he talked abt? Yeah thats real LMAO and yes Holly does have the 1st, 2nd and 3rd place. I got the 4th one and also got the 5th one when i suggested he had jacked off to his mural of hate (god he was so pissed it was so fucking funny) so anyway yeah i hear Emmets screaming getting closer so i gotta send this before he finds me okay BYE
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