#also on second watch i can't tell if she's looking at jonathan or into the kitchen

[gayofthefae]

This scene is iconic for the background reactions partially also because of the lack thereof like they are all just so tired atp and they've been on the road forever so when Argyle just says she has superpowers Will looks at Argyle for a second and El looks at Jonathan like "can he say that?" but then they both just kinda...go back to normal and stand there bc they don't care enough right now and that's hilarious and iconic.

They're mildly concerned at best but mostly probably just want to go to sleep. I mean, she just blew up a helicopter with her mind and he is very dehydrated from a combination of desert heat and crying, and they give the energy of it. Iconic.

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Shivani

Damian x Reader

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English is not my first language, forgive me if there is any mistake.

Some time had passed since Diana Price adopted you. You were used to living with her, of course she didn't tell you how she found you. You started a new school in Washington.

Once you got to a pretty good school and a good life, Diana decided you were strong enough and started taking you on patrols with her. Along with this, you also started seeing Superboy and Robin more often.

There were times when you felt like they were redundant because they had met before you, but you were still used to them. Although Robin was a little rude to you. You felt a little relieved when Superboy told you that this was his normal self.

You still like to go on patrol and train with them. Of course, it was difficult for you to stay awake at night and do a lot of activities. Come on, let's be honest, you can't expect your mental health to stay good when you have a messed up sleep schedule and so many problems in your hero life.

On one of those similar days, of course, under Robin's leadership, you attempted things beyond your scope. You were hesitant about this because Diana had told you to only do the tasks they gave you."What if they get mad at us?" you said as you examined the strange underground tunnel you had entered.

Robin turned to you with a stern look. "Don't be a coward, it's just a mission." His voice showed how uncomfortable he was with you being there. He was leading you and Superboy as he walked in the front row.

You frowned but didn't respond to him.

"He's right Damian, we should leave this to the adults. They just told us to check if there was anything suspicious." Superboy said, defending you.

However, you were thinking about Superboy calling Robin 'Damian'. "Damian? Damian Wayne?" You asked in surprise, involuntarily raising your voice.

Damian turned to Superboy and wrapped his arms around his chest. "Great! Now he knows my identity, good for you idiot!" You were trying to digest this new information as he scolded Superboy.

“Me too Y/N!” You spoke to him with a big smile. "Y/N L/N! Nice to meet you." You offered him your hand with an awkward smile. "I promise your secret will be safe with me, Robin."

Damian glared at your hand and shook his head. "Second idiot! We are in an unknown place, they might be listening to us!" he said scolding you.

You bowed your head, realizing he was right. You felt stupid for making a mistake. "I am sorry."

Without saying anything, Robin just took a deep breath and turned and started walking. Superboy approached you and put a hand on your shoulder. “I'm Jonathan Kent, nice too meet you, Y/N.” When he looked at you with his smile as bright as the sun, you felt a little relieved.

After smiling at him, you quickly followed Robin, but after a few steps, you felt a breath on your neck and turned quickly. You put your hand on the back of your neck and stared into the empty darkness. You took a step with the uneasiness that surrounded you, but when the ground started to shake, you fell to the ground.

You quickly wanted to turn around and check on the boys, but you panicked when you realized you couldn't see any of them. You quickly stood up and ran towards the path you thought they were on, but you started to feel like you weren't making any progress.

"Look at that lonely little gazelle! How lost, how pathetic." When you heard the familiar voice, you quickly wanted to look around and saw him. Void was sitting in the air, watching you with amused eyes. You took out your sword and quickly got into a fighting stance, but Void did not move."Aw! Don't be like that little one, you're so wild."

"Shut up! Where are my friends? What did you do to them?!" You started yelling at him. You were afraid of the dark and this narrow space.

But why did the tunnel seem to be getting smaller?

Your hands holding the sword trembled as you felt yourself start to lose your breath. You ignored the Void and tried to run and find the exit. As you ran, the tunnel became smaller and smaller, reaching a size where you could no longer even stand.

"Aw! Is there something wrong, kid?" Void chuckled and mocked you. His eyes were shining dangerously. He looked like a hunter having fun with his prey.

You tried to hold the walls with your hands and push them, you were suffocating. Your phobia felt like it was going to kill you. As the walls got smaller, you felt like the day your parents died. When the screams of your mother, who put you in a small closet and locked you from the outside, and your father's crying reached your ears, you fell to your knees and started crying.

“Please…” You begged with your broken speech.

Void looked at you as if he was enjoying this situation. When he squeezed the black ball he held in his palm a little more, the walls became tighter. “Guess you got nowhere to go, huh?” He underestimated you. "Give me your power source and I'll get you out of here." He tried to talk you into a deal.

Instead of answering, you pressed your hands to your ears, trying to escape your family's screams. "Mom dad!" When you screamed, Void let out a breath of boredom.

"Come on kid, we don't have much time. You either stay here or give up your powers." he said in a serious tone. His facial expression had become more threatening, but you were too scared to see it.

When your sword glowed, it brought you out of that fearful memory. You tried to get out of this darkness by reaching out and holding your sword. You felt yourself coming to your senses as a warm and safe feeling seemed to radiate from the sword. You weren't on the day your parents died, you were in a situation the Void forced you into.

You clenched your teeth. "Go to hell!" When you tried to attack him with the sword in your hand, you noticed something. You weren't actually in a small, confined space! This was a very wide tunnel.

"Fuck!" He swore as he dodged your attack, realizing you were free from the effects of his powers.

He dodged back as you swung your sword at him. "You were lucky this time, but I'll catch you next time." When he threatened you as he disappeared into the darkness, the ground disappeared and you fell.

You looked around as your eyes suddenly opened and a large gush of black liquid came out of your throat. Robin and Superboy were looking at you. Robin was furious, but Superboy was worried. You hugged Robin, who was right in front of you, tightly and started crying. Your body was shaking with the fear you had just felt.

Damian wanted to push you away, but when he realized you were crying, he rubbed his hand on your back instead. When they realized that you were not following them, they turned and saw you drowning in a pitch black liquid.

Even though they tried to wake you up and make you vomit the black liquid, it didn't work and you went into a kind of shock and started shaking.

"Are you ok?" Superboy asked as he placed a hand on your shoulder and tried to help you calm down. "What happened?"

"Void," you said in a fearful voice. "H-He pinned me down to the day my parents died. I couldn't escape, I couldn't help them." you said as your sobs got louder. "It was so scary, there was blood everywhere."

"It's okay, you're okay now." said Robin dryly. He didn't know what to say, his relationships with people were not good.

As you started to calm down a little more, you felt like you had lost all your strength because you were crying. You tiredly turned away from Robin and wiped your eyes. "I'm sorry, I acted like a stupid."

Robin stood back and didn't answer you. "Let's go.

If you nodded and stood up, you walked to the exit. Meanwhile, Superboy reached out and held your hand, smiling at you. "Britain, I won't let anything like this happen again, Y/N, trust me." said.

You gave him a grateful smile and walked towards the exit.

Robin was walking in front of you with a grumpy look on his face."While you were unconscious, we checked ahead but there was nothing. Just a big wall." It seemed strange to suddenly see a wall where there was a dark road before.

You nodded. "Let's tell the adults, they know what to do." you said in a meek tone.

Superboy nodded in agreement. Your body was still shaking a little.

You felt relieved when you came out. You thought Void couldn't reach you anymore. When Robin got on his motorcycle you and Superboy flew side of him.

It was good to have the cold air hit your body and make yoı feel like you wasn't in a confined space anymore. Once a smile appeared on your face, you spent the rest of the night around the adults, telling them what had happened.

The next day, you spent all day thinking. Void wasn't going to leave you alone until he got what he wanted, there was no escape from him. You thought about what you could do, what path you would follow. Meanwhile, the window of the room was knocked once or twice.

You turned your head in that direction with fear, but you breathed a sigh of relief when you saw Jonathan. You got up from the bed and opened the window for him, but Damian walked in before you did. With a relaxed attitude, he checked in as if he owned the place and sat on the chair in front of the desk.

When Jonathan came in, you closed the window and turned to them. "What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be on patrol?" you said curiously.

Jonathan smiled widely. "Yes, but we want you to come too! Besides, there is a place called BatBurger in Gotham, we want to take you there too." he said excitedly. Then he stopped and put his hand on the back of his neck and bowed his head. "Of course, if you want to come too."

You smiled softly. "I would love that."

"Great then! Let's go." said Jonathan excitedly again.

Damian looked at him annoyed. "Idiot! She needs to get dressed!" he said scoldingly.

You giggled at them. You put on the relic and let the power flow through your body. Now that you were in your hero form, you put your hands on your hips and smiled strongly. "Let's go!"

[moonsun2010]

I'm mad Tumblr ate my anon asks (it's not appearing in my Drafts????) but luckily I have a copy saved to my email so:

HEY YOUR DRACULA ANIMATIC IS SO SO GOOD I can't comment on youtube (bc I have no account) but I've watched it like 10 times now, the song fits so well and the art is incredible, I love all your character designs and the way you portray all the scenes is so spot on!

I just finished re: dracula and idk how you managed to tell the whole story so well in under 4 minutes but it was amazing I love the way you use color in the animatic, the use of mostly black/white/grey is so good for evoking the specific type of horror story this is, and it makes the red in the blood and in dracula's eyes stick out in a way that is absolutely brilliant and that last shot with the sunset is GORGEOUS and then the epilogue!!! I love that you did the epilogue to and having the gentle piano music and doing it in full color gives it such a peaceful and comforting feeling, the drawing of quincey and lucy in it in the afterlife together is so sweet <3 the detail that went into this is amazing, like the captain of the demeter having the rosary even though we only see it for a second, I keep wanting to pause on every single frame so I can properly admire all the cool art lol, also the things like jonathan's beard growing out after dracula breaks the mirror, and the rosary hanging above his bed, and dracula still having the scar from the shovel in the final showdown

AND THE PART WHERE DRACULA CATCHES THE LETTER... literally the way you tell the whole story with (almost) NO WORDS in not even 4 minutes and the whole thing flows so smoothly is incredible I love the way you do like the zoom out thing on some places, it adds a whole new dimension to it visually also the way you draw mina and jonathan after the october 3rd bit is lovely, your jonathan looks so cool with the white hair and i love how you did mina's scar, and the part where her scar disappears at the end was such a cool way to depict that and the difference between human lucy and vampire lucy is done so well, like it's so clearly the same character but you can really see how she's not herself anymore, and the way you used that when they kill vampire lucy and show arthur's resolve to use the stake bc he's now seeing her as a monster who replaced and essentially killed the woman he loved and he wants revenge, literally I will never be over how much story and emotion you managed to fit into a single music video and the way you did quincey's death? crying at that part tbh.

AND THE FRAME OF DRACULA GETTING BEHEADED WITH THE RED BACKGROUND.... IS JUST *chef's kiss* I was going to say I have no words for how much I love this but clearly I have quite a lot of words lol, thank you tumblr for not having a character limit anyway have a good day/night :)

Anon I'm so sorry for this delayed reply,,, I kept rereading this in awe and didn't want to release it into the wild (and it still got eaten anyways-)

I'm so glad you enjoyed the character design!! It's not my strong suit at all so that's reassuring. The colour scheme lowkey started out as a timesaving measure, but it also allowed for me to render scenes with detail that I otherwise couldn't've with the tight time frame I had, since at the time I was also juggling university assignments. I'm glad the sunset scene hit as hard as it did, since I had also just discovered Disco Elys/ium, so it was an attempt to emulate Rostov's illustration of Harry on Filippe III's statue). It worked out in the end anyways, since the grayscale + red accent combined with a colourful epilogue gave a "the horror is now in the past, and we are in a (literally visually) livelier future)" <3

I've seen so many people say they want to pause on each frame to examine it in detail, and guess what, you can get a zip file of them all as watermarkless pngs in my kofi! For free! It's pay-what-you-want since I just really wanted to get as many eyes on this as possible, but any tips would definitely still be appreciated.

It was fun mapping out the match cuts and transitions e.g Dracula catching the letter, Mina and Dracula with Lucy in the churchyard, since the previous semester I'd taken a storyboarding class that taught that, so I HAD to include it. Zoom outs helped add visual interest to otherwise still shots, so I'm glad they didn't come off as overdone haha.

It was tough mapping out what storybeats to include, but I'm super happy that the angst for all the key moments in the video hit right :D Was worried about losing momentum after leaving the Jonathan in Dracula's castle bit, and so I really wanted the ending of each verse(?) to correspond with a red screen injury— notice that "you'd better let yourself off and, while you still have strength in your legs, escape from this horrible hell/你最好放过自己 趁双脚还有力气, 快逃出这可怕地狱" always ends with some character harming another, and when the verse repeats again but with the ending lyrics changed "you’d better let yourself off, rather than crying out to another, “Save me!”... Save me!/你最好放过自己 胜过跟谁叫救命... 救命!", it still ends with Van Helsing staking the 3 vampire women. And of course, the ending "escape from this horrible hell/快逃出这可怕地狱" ends with the sunset, its red now replacing that of the blood the characters had to spill previously, signalling an end to their necessary monstrosity (and also a literal monster with Dracula dying).

Like with the frame of Dracula getting beheaded, the timesaving measures, limited skills (plus lack of any sort of storyboarding software, I was just ""animating"" the movements with Shotcut) forced me to find creative workarounds. I could fill at least 3 pages with writing dissecting all my choices lol but idt therell be much interest in me analysing my own art. Thank you so much for watching my animatic :)

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Like Blood on Iron | Part 6

Historical Executioner AU Summary: The executioner has always been an enigma to you - drawing you in. His sword drawing a line in the dirt as he made his way to the village center, and leaving back to his cottage on the outskirts of town. However, your curiosity can't stop the future your family has planned for you.

A/N: I am actually sorry to the anon who asked me weeks ago if this Jonathan is Jonathan Price and I said no. I lied. I couldn't show my hand to fast.

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You don't bring up running away with Simon again. You think about it, each night sitting in his cabin, the nights you spend beside him, fingers memorizing the hills and valleys of his body. It eats at you - the complete knowledge that if you were to leave alone, you would leave him behind. You're not sure what would be worse: a life without him or a life with him always on the fringes. 

You almost bring it up again, just once. Lily had cooked too many sticky buns, something you'd found out Simon was completely susceptible to. There was a sneaking suspicion that she was doing it on purpose - you knew that she was smart enough to put it together: the cloak you'd returned, and all the nights you spent away. Watching him suck the syrup from his fingers, the question tumbled out of you - one you'd been thinking of for weeks.

"You can get married can't you? The last executioner was."

Simon froze, finger still poised in his mouth. His gaze kept you pinned to your seat as he thought about his answer.

"We cannot marry once we've been sentenced. However, if we were married previously, we stay married."

You had wanted to push the question further. 

Would you marry me?

But you didn't ask it, instead keeping it close to yourself. 

There was no good answer, and you knew whatever it was he said would break you anyway. So you keep the fantasies to yourself: of the two of you running away, of Simon being the one to wait for you at the end of the aisle. Even if it meant Mother and Father never speaking to you again, you would give it up for him. But you know what he would say, so you keep it to yourself.

You know you need to tell him when Jonathan is coming home, so you do. Curled up into the small of Simon's back, you whisper the words, mouth nearly pressed against his spine. It's a subtle shift, the way Simon tenses at the words, but you feel it nonetheless. 

"He'll be back in the port tomorrow."

Simon swallows heavy in the silence.

"I hope he arrives in one piece."

He doesn't roll over to face you while the two of you speak, and you don't want him to. You couldn't take the look on his face, you know it.

"I'm sure he will. He's not new to sailing."

"I suppose you'll be staying home tomorrow night - to spend some time with him."

His voice clenches at your heart; absentmindedly you trace patterns on his back, fingers stuttering on the scars that litter him. Your favorite - one that's shaped vaguely like Orion, you trace, feeling the way Simon shutters at the feeling. It takes nearly a full minute for you to speak around the knot in your throat. 

"I will have to stay late at home, yes. But I can come here after."

Simon shakes his head, the bed shaking beneath the two of you with the movement.

"He is your fiance; you should spend some time with him."

You can't think of anything you want to do less, but you know he's right, and you know he won't let you do otherwise. So you slip your hands around him, pulling him so that your chest is pressed tightly against his back, and let his breathing lull you to sleep.

He wakes you up earlier than usual to go home the next day. 

When you step through the front door of your home, it's still dark outside. The faint sounds of the house sleeping greet you along with the smell of a long extinguished fire. Upstairs it's chilly, your feet freezing almost immediately against the wooden floor. Your first stop is to peek in at Maggie and Lily, each curled up against each other. 

Your second is to clean up, to prepare for the day. 

By the time everyone is awake, you've done your best to get some sort of breakfast ready. Or at least prepared enough that Maggie and Lily can take over. 

"You look horrible," Maggie says, pulling the toast from the fire. Her eyes are dark moons against her skin, her hair still tangled. 

"Thank you Maggie, I really appreciate it." Your sarcasm falls flat - she must notice, must know why because she doesn't have a retort for the first time. 

"Are you excited?" She asks, pulling an apron around her waist to keep her skirt clean. You pretend to pick the dirt that isn't there from beneath your fingers so that you don't have to meet her pinpoint gaze. 

You decide, after fiddling with your thumb for long enough, that there is no reason to lie to her.

"Not in the least bit."

Lily keeps her eyes downcast at the dough she forms roughly - dough for dinner tonight. You know the serving girl will be here later to help with it. Nothing can be spared for Jonathan's arrival. Jonathan who you will march towards in a month. Jonathan who had to know about Uncle Henry, and who couldn't do anything from halfway across the world. 

"It could be worse you know, he-"

"Shut up Maggie."

Your words cut through the kitchen; around you the ambient temperature drops. Lily's hands still in her task, but she still doesn't look up at the two of you. Maggie turns to face you with a stiffness that could only be inherited from Mother.

"What did you say to me?" There's fire burning in her eyes, but today you don't care. 

"I said shut up," your voice quavers, "you get to marry the man you want. You got a choice in your own life. You want to be a wife and mother. I want differently. I want to travel the world with the man I love, and I can't. So please, just fucking drop it Maggie."

Your eyes plead with her - don't rub in today. Just leave it be. 

You don't know if it's the look you give her, or if she finally developed the ability to feel sympathy, but she drops it. 

When breakfast is ready, you skip it. Your feet pull you heavily up the stairs and to your bed. Even with the sleep you got the night before, warmed by Simon and held tightly to his side, you crawl into bed, flinching at the cold that attacks you. 

You force yourself to sleep.

For the first time in a long time, you have a bad dream.

It is Simon waiting for you at the altar, usually worn out black attire swapped for something new and clean. The flower lined path between the two of you is long, and it seems as if no matter how many steps you take, you can't get any closer. Eventually you start to grow frustrated. 

A movement on your right startles you, and you realize your arm is linked with your Father's. He should be walking you towards Simon, but instead he's steadfast. He doesn't look at you; his sight is death upon Simon. When you try to pull your arm away from him, he keeps you glued to your side. 

At the altar, Simon's face starts to warp and shift into something more dangerous. He grows almost skeletal, skin paling. 

Behind him, the glint of a sword. 

You recognize the hit, the cross so delicately affixed on the end. It's his own sword, the one assigned to him when he became the executioner. You try to shout for him, but your Father keeps his iron grip on you - you're too far away for Simon to hear your yell.

When the iron meets blood you wake up.

Your mouth is coated in copper and iron; you've bitten your tongue in your sleep. Between the slots in the shutter, you can tell the sun has shifted drastically. The smell of a roast drifts up to you; at the end of the bed a heavy gown, light blue and new to you, is laid across the foot of the bed. It's an obvious message from Mother on what to wear for the night. 

Your legs are lead; trying to stand makes you dizzy and the blood in your mouth makes you want to vomit. The wavy mirror across the room winks at you, projecting back the ragged version of yourself. You frown at it, fingers rubbing your eyes to try to get the haggard look off of your face. But it's futile. 

The dress is like water between your fingers; you can only imagine how much it must have cost Mother and Father - how much wasted money trying to impress someone who already agreed to marry you. 

The dress is light against your skin - laces pulled tight in the front to keep the neckline from slipping down to low. 

You hate blue. 

Your favorite color had been red - the red that only showed on the horizon when the sun was setting late in the summer. The red of the berries you and Lily could find in the early fall. But once, you'd arrived at Simon's when he wasn't expecting you; when he answered the door he had a dirty tunic you'd never seen before: forest green and loose around him.

The sight of him in something other than black had changed your entire perspective on the idea of colors. 

You know that your face still looks terrible when you arrive downstairs, but everyone has the good graces not to say anything. Instead, they skirt around you - a ghost they’re tired of seeing. Father walks past, boots so freshly shined that you’re sure if you bend down and look, you could see your reflection in them. His waistcoat is looser than you remember it being; you can’t remember the last time he ate a complete dinner. 

Maggie’s at the door with Edward; his hand lingers at the small of her back. The sight of them makes you want to hurl - it’s not fair. It’s not -

“Hello.”

Soft air tickles the shell of your ear, causing you to jump and stumble into the wall. A warm, rough hand wraps around your elbow, pulling you away from crashing. 

The corner of Jonathan’s eyes crinkle up at you, the corner of his mouth turning up as he looks down at you. The smell of the sea waves off of him: coarse salt and sunshine, blue waves rolling beneath the smooth deck. 

“I didn’t mean to scare you,” he says, straightening you back up. He must feel how your muscles tense beneath his hand because he drops you, your skin tight where he touched you.

“I just wasn’t expecting you,” it’s the truth, and you don’t need to force yourself to sound pleasant because of it.

“I arrived early, but your little sister said you were sick and asleep,” he holds his hands behind his back as he speaks, spine ramrod straight and the stance reminds you so much of Simon that your stomach aches. 

“I was sick earlier, but I feel fine now.”

“You don’t look fine.”

His golden brown mustache twitches when you shoot him a look of venom before you can stop yourself. 

"Don't you think that's a rather rude statement to say to a lady you've barely spoken to."

"It would be rude," Jonathan starts, cutting off to nod and Maggie and Edward as they skirt past the two of you to duck into the dining room, "if I lied to you."

"Is that so? I suppose that's some sort of moral code you live by."

Your tone is piercing, but Jonathan doesn't seem to mind. You don't break your stare away from his eyes, surrounded by weatherbeaten wrinkles. The product of months spent burning in the intense sea sun. He steps half a step closer to you, mouth opened to retort, but is cut off by Father.

"Everyone come!"

The sound of chairs scraping on the floor fills the house, but you don't move. Jonathan stays in place beside you, arms crossed over his chest as he stares into the dining room. The silence stretches out across the two of you until Father yells at the two of you again. Jonathan gestures for you to go first, he follows so close behind you that you can feel him just at the hem of your dress. 

You can tell by the furtive looks that everyone sends you throughout dinner that they're waiting on you to explode and run away again. Everyone but Jonathan, who chats happily with Edward and teases Lily, her small smile shining in the otherwise oppressive room. But the time crawls, and by the time Maggie and Edward stand to excuse themselves from the barren plates in front of them, you're exhausted. 

You want to excuse yourself back to bed, and you think you might when Father leans back in his own chair, hands clasped tightly in his lap, and speaks to Jonathan.

"Jonathan I believe my daughter could use some fresh air; her complexion is terrible. Do you mind accompanying her?"

"No Father," you try to deflect, pushing yourself away from the table, "I'm sure Jonathan wants to get home. He must be exhausted."

Across the table, Jonathan studies you with a look you can't fathom. You try to beg him with your eyes to say no to decline the offer, but he doesn't.

"Nonsense," Father says, hand digging into his pocket for his tobacco, "you have a wedding in three weeks and the two of you barely know each other. Go."

His words leave a ringing in your ears; you find yourself moving like a wind up doll, following Jonathan to the door. You flinch away from him when he tries to settle your cloak across your shoulders, but he pulls away, and you take the strings from him.

The darkness is oppressive outside; fog rolls in heavy and pregnant from the sea. The last few villagers skirt around, attempting to avoid the rain that threatens to fall from above. Jonathan sets a leisurely pace, steering the two of you away from the town center. The silence stretches between the two of you, the only sound is the two of your feet against the hard packed dirt.

He steers you towards the pier, his ship bobbing in the distance. The lanterns scurry around the deck, but you can't make out the faces of the men carrying them.

"Where is it you want to sail first?" Jonathan's voice cuts through the wind rolling off of the waves. He keeps a distance between the two of you.

"What?"

"Where do you want to sail first? You are in charge of our path?"

You can't help the mirthless laugh that escapes you, hands clenched so tightly together beneath your cloak that you're losing sensation in your fingertips. 

"I am in charge of no path Jonathan. Let's not make a pretense of this entire thing."

He shuffles his feet, boots carving the soft loam beneath the two of you.

"Is that how you feel?"

"It's not how I feel, Jonathan. It's the truth. We can labor under whatever pretense we want, but it's the truth."

You watch his hand come towards you from the corner of your eye, but it barely skirts the curve of your shoulder. 

"Is there - is there someone else?"

You can feel his warmth through all the layers of your clothing; it's dangerous you know, to tell him the truth. To betray the secret happiness you and Simon have, but you're so tired of pretending to be someone else. Of pretending that there is nothing between you and Simon. So for once, you let the truth fall from you.

"Yes. There is."

You expect his hand to turn heavy, to dig into the sensitive skin of your shoulder and dash you across the ground. But if anything his hold growls more gently as he steps towards you, chest nearly touching your arm.

"Why don't you refuse - tell your Father you won't marry me. And marry him instead?"

"You're naive," you shrug his hand off, "if you think I have a choice. My Father settled on you, and that is what I have to do. I have no rights except the right to my home, which has to be provided to me by a man."

"And so you are stuck." 

His mouth turns down as he speaks, fingers dipping into the neckline of his shirt. He pulls out a flash of a medal, and you recognize it from the one that dangles above you from Simon's neck.

"Let me guess," you cut him off, "you're going to tell me how much you relate to me. How the King and his military took all the choices you had once."

"How did you know?" He asks, letting the cross fall to dangle on his chest.

"You aren't the first person to ever tell me that."

"Was he wrong?"

You think of Simon telling you the same thing, think of the way he's been regulated to his position because of a mistake supposedly made on the battlefield. Of the way the both of you are trapped here under someone else's bootheel. 

"He was right, in a way."

You pull yourself away from the image of the ocean, Jonathan following you faithfully. Your feet find the hidden path you and Simon used to walk when he was still Ghost to you. 

"I don't suppose," you ask, rounding the farthest house and turning back towards home, "that you are so kind and noble that knowing I belong to someone else, you will tell my Father that you don't wish to marry me anymore."

Jonathan chuckles, watching you out of the corner of his eye.

"You don't think that you could grow to love me?"

You measure your words out with the beat of your steps.

"Perhaps in another life, Jonathan."

He doesn't answer your question. The last of the shutters close around the two of you as he walks you home, cloaks swishing over the dirt and cobblestones. Fat, heavy rain drops start to fall, you pull the hood of your cloak up to protect your hair. When the rain starts to fall harder, Jonathan follows suit. 

At your front gate, you go to push past him and leave him at the latch, but Jonathan reaches out to stop you. His eyes shine at you from the darkness of his hood as he holds you still, one arm on each elbow. 

"For what it's all worth: I am sorry."

You think, as he leans down, that he's going to kiss you, and the thought makes your stomach drop. But instead he presses a single, chaste kiss to your cheek before pulling away. Your skin tingles from where his beard touched your sensitive skin. 

The rain starts to fall in a heavy sheet as he brushes past you, back towards where his ship is docked. You're stuck, fingernails digging into the wood of the front gate, and you think you might throw up from the feeling of the world rushing beneath your feet. 

It's not until you lift your head, trying to unstick your feet from where you're frozen to the ground, that you catch sight of the looming figure down the street. 

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[vincite-noctem]

A/N: Typed this on my phone, because Jonathan Crane is bbg and I had a random idea that grew into a short little story thing. It's written in third person because I'm trying the style out for myself. The MC knows of Jonathan's business as Scarecrow and the toxin.

Summary: She is the second in command of Arkham, working side by side with Jonathan Crane. When Rachel Daws doubts Crane's diagnose of Falcone's insanity, she asks Y/n for a second professional opinion on the matter. She may not be corrupted by Falcone, but other, arguably higher forces impact her honesty in the matter...

Warnings: mention of blood, lying to authorities, Jonny is a bit of an idiot because he can't figure out that r! has feelings for him.

words: 1430

A dull knock resonates from the wooden door to Jonathan Crane's office. He stares angrily at the frosted glass pane and the silhouette of the person vaguely visible through it.

"What could be important enough to get on my nerves with at this late hour? Make it quick, I don't have all the time in the world."

The door opens, and through the thin crack slips a female figure, clearly recognizable by the usual dark garb she tends to wear - black turtleneck shirt and gray slacks. In her hand she holds a small medical kit.

"You don't have to take your frustration out on me," she says snappishly and takes a seat in the chair opposite his office chair, the med kit on her lap.

"Y/n, what's your concern?" he asks, his questioning gaze fixed on the small black bag on her lap. "I've got a lot to do, and really no time for any little games."

She sighs. "Daws asked me to do a second diagnosis on Falcone. She doesn't trust you, but she thinks me trustworthy enough because I'm one of the few people he hasn't bought into yet. She also wants a blood test to make sure you didn't drug him," she explains quietly.

"So, what is that supposed to tell me now? My second-in-command is going to rat me out to the authorities and take my place, and I'll spend the rest of my days in the pokey-"

"No." she interrupts him, "Just listen to me first. I need you to draw my blood." She sets the first-aid kit on the table.

"Why should I draw your blood?" He doesn't seem to fully grasp her train of thought.

"So I can switch up the samples. I'll take Falcone's sample later in the presence of Daws, and then evaluate it down in the lab. I'll switch the two samples, and run the tests on my own blood. You know your toxin would show up on the lab results, we determined that weeks ago. There are no substances in my blood, I have no pre-existing conditions that would show up in the results, everything looks completely normal. If I give her those lab results, plus the diagnosis of his mental illness, then she can't present anything else to the court and he stays here."

At the end of her brief monologue, she rolls up the long sleeve of her black shirt and holds out her arm to him, the pale skin of the crook of her arm turned upward.

Jonathan looks at her closely, his blue eyes sparkling insistently behind the narrow lenses of his glasses.

"And what do you get out of Falcone staying here? Why are you helping him?"

She shakes her head vigorously. "You need to understand me. I'm doing this for you, Jonathan. If his blood test is clean and my diagnosis is the same as yours, it will spare your reputation and save you from discredit and jail. So, take my blood now, I have an appointment with Daws in ten minutes."

She pushes the first aid kit further in his direction. He caves and reaches for it, pulls the sterile gloves over his hands, and disinfects the crook of her arm before carefully sticking the needle into her vein. Y/n watches intently as the ruby red liquid drips into the test tube until it reaches the fill line and Jonathan pulls the needle out under pressure. He closes the tube and she sticks the label with Falcone's name on it before carefully sliding it into her pocket. She pulls the sleeve of her shirt back down to hide the puncture site and stands up.

"Fine. I'll be on my way, it would be counterproductive if someone sees me coming out of your office," she mumbles and turns to leave. She is already standing at the door with the handle in her hand when he finally says something again.

"Why are you doing this, Y/n?"

As she looks back at him over her shoulder, their gazes meet. She is unable to hide anything from the intense blue of his eyes - at least she thought so until now. Her voice is soft as she answers.

"You have no idea, huh? You're an intelligent man, Jonathan. Think."

With these words, she leaves his office and quickly darts away like a shadow, towards a completely different wing of Arkham. Covering Tracks. Jonathan quickly disposes of the medical kit, dropping it into the bottom drawer of the small cabinet next to his desk. All the while, his thoughts run a mile a minute. What is Y/n's motive in this? What does she get out of helping him in this situation, what advantage does it have for her?

Y/n, meanwhile, is punctual as a stopwatch when she arrives outside the cell Falcone is situated in at the moment. Rachel Daws is already there, briefcase in her hand, staring through the smudged window into the interior. Y/n puts on her therapeutic smile, the one that earned her the reputation as Arkham's soft psychiatrist, the kind young goody two shoes, who has no other thoughts than helping the poor patients in her care. How deceiving a smile can be, she thinks.

"Ms. Daws, I suppose you'll come into the room with me? Or do you prefer to wait out here?"

The prosecutor shakes her head and says in the weighty tone she seems to automatically adopt while executing her legal business, "No no, I stayed here to monitor the whole thing. I'll come with you."

Y/n just nods sympathetically and opens the heavy steel door with the sleek key card. She thanks herself for the nerves of steel she had developed from working at Arkham Asylum. If she didn't have them, her hands would surely be shaking like aspen leaves with nervousness. She takes the blood from Falcone with practiced movements, sticks the label on the test tube and puts it in her pocket. Daws immediately protests and asks to personally bring the sample forward for safekeeping on the way down to the lab. Y/n, who had already expected this, hands her the test tube - the wrong one, of course, having already mixed up the two samples in her bag without Daws noticing.

"Of course. I beg your pardon Ms. Daws, it's a force of habit," she says placatingly.

The two women make their way downstairs to the lab, where Y/n examines the sample under Rachel Daws' watchful eye and evaluates the results. Fifteen minutes later, she hands the results to the prosecutor in writing. All the values of the test are completely normal, nothing indicates that Falcone is under the influence of any substance.

"Ms. Daws, under these circumstances, I'm afraid there's nothing I can do but declare Falcone mentally incompetent. I am sorry. I will fax the report in writing to your office tonight." The psychiatrist says, and sincere displeasure resonates in her voice. Of course she wants to see Falcone behind bars, the man is a smug pig and an absolute monster. Except that in this case, however, Jonathan's career directly hangs in the balance, and if she has to choose one of those things, it's without a doubt Jonathan. The frustration on the young prosecutor's face is clearly visible as she resignedly accepts the lab results and lets them disappear into her files.

"Thank you anyway, Dr. L/n." she says quietly, and turns to leave with a nod.

"I hope they can still charge him with enough than he's going to Blackgate." Y/n calls after her. She's unsure if the lawyer hears her, because she doesn't get any more replies. Alone in the lab, she sighs and leans against the table, her head hanging back and her eyes closed against the cold light of the old fluorescent tubes.

Shortly after, she begins to clean the work surface and equipment, wiping them down with saline solution and then disinfecting them first with ethanol, then with hydrogen peroxide, and placing them on one of the numerous perforated trays to drain. The door behind her opens, and she feels a familiar, inquisitive look at her back.

"Why did you do this, y/n? Why are you risking all this for me? You know who I am, what I do. Why?"

[sweetsaturnsky]

Okay so this is something I have been discussing and talking about for a while and I want to share it here. It's over how Will's memories from season 2 have been affected and how that could play an important role in season 5.

This connects to birthdaygate and the idea that Vecna can control memories.

Pretty much, the idea is that every good memory that was used in Season 2 in order to help Will get out of his possession has become a tainted memory and I believe this is Vecna's doing.

*Side note that I will be saying the Vecna is who possessed Will in Season 2 because of evidence I have found that I believe to be true. If I find the post over why, I will link it*

Remember in Season 2 when Will is possessed and Joyce, Jonathan, and Mike are all trying to get him back. They know that at this point, they are talking to the shadow monster/vecna, who is in control of Will and are trying to bring him back.

Everything mentioned as a "good memory" that they are hoping brings him back is later in the series connecting to something bad.

Joyce mentions Will's birthday. In season 4, we see everyone forget his birthday. This can cause him to associate his birthday with the bad memory.

Jonathan mentions the day they built Castle Byers. Then, the next season in a moment of anger, Will destroys Castle Byers.

And finally, Mike mentions the first day of kindergarten and describes that becoming friends with Will was "the best thing (he's) ever done". Then, in season 4, Mike says that he feels his life started the day he found her in the woods. (a time when Will was missing)

When each of the characters said these things in season 2, remember that it was being said to both Will AND Vecna, who was possessing him at this time.

Now, we know that memories play a big role in the show. Specifically, happy memories. We first see them used here, in season two, then again in season three when Eleven went into Billy's mind, he was in a happy memory with his mother and in season 4, Max hides in good memories in order to hide from Vecna. Also in season 4, we learn that El can't remember Henry or what all happened at the lab. Her journey is over her remembering such. *these will all be further touched on*

Each of these instances are telling us that memories ARE an important part of the story.

In season 2, the telling of the memories helps part of Will come back. When they begin reminding him of his good memories, he starts to tap morse code. Part of Will escaped Vecna's control. This is how they helped him eventually escape his possession.

Let's go back to season 3 and Billy being controlled by Vecna.

Eleven piggybacks into Billy's mind in the show and during this, we see him in a good memory with his mother, at the beach.

Then, as El is watching the scene in front of her, the memory changes into a bad one where Billy's dad is yelling at him.

The normal sky that we see before turns dark and red, similar to the clouds in the upside down in season 4. So, you could say that this is Billy running away from a bad memory towards the Upside Down.

Unlike Will, Billy didn't have people reminding him of the good memories to keep him going. And all of the good memories he was trying to use to escape, like the beach one with his mom, led to him remembering bad ones with his dad.

Now, lets go to season 4, specifically with Max in season 4. When Max almost dies during the Running Up The Hill scene, she uses good memories to get out of the UD.

Those good memories AND the song helped her escape him the first time.

The second time, in the Creel House, when El piggybacks into Max’s mind, she’s in a memory from when she was younger.

El is standing on a bridge, watching. We see her turn around and this is what we see.

The same red look we see with Billy when his memories went bad. And now, we see what happened to both of them when the red cloud appeared in their memories.

Both of them have now been attacked and harmed by Vecna, one is dead and the other is so badly injured, we don't know what will happen to her.

Now let’s talk about Eleven and her memories before we conclude and talk about how this connects to Will and the possibility of what will happen in season 5.

We know that a big part of El’s plot line in Season 4 was Papa getting her to remember everything that happened in order for her to get her powers again.

Papa knows that Vecna is the cause of all of this. When he is explaining this to Eleven, he says this.

Vecna took El’s memories and abilities. When she grained those memories back, she gained her powers back.

But how does this connect to Will?

Well, we now know that Will’s memories have negative memories attached to them. These memories were the ones that helped part of him escape possession in season 2 but now, they may not be good enough to do it again.

If Will gets possessed or trapped again with Vecna, he may not be able to use his good memories to escape anymore. He may be stuck and Vecna knows this.

[thestobingirlie]

I have complex feelings about Nancy, throughout the series. Yes she is portrayed as smart, but most of her intelligence is academic, I think one of her major flaws is her lack of common sense. (Another is her lack of emotional intelligence.) And this is shown in different ways across the show.

In season 1, the biggest example of this is her pointing the gun in Steve's face. She is shown as a gunslinging badass, but she literally fails gun safety 101. Rule 1 is always treat a gun as if it is loaded, rule 2 is never point a gun at someone you wouldn't be willing to kill, even if you know it is unloaded with the safety on, rule 3 is never put your finger on the trigger unless you intend to shoot. She breaks rules 2 and 3 when she points the gun at Steve. And it would have taken so little for her to accidentally shoot, like if the demogorgan had come a little sooner and startled her, she could have pulled the trigger out of reflex.

-A lesser point for season 1 is not guessing that Steve would come and check on her. He'd said he'd call her, and it's shown that he hadn't heard from her, so he was worried. Just a few days earlier, he'd climbed through her window, so it's not surprising that he did it to try to check on her.

In season 2, it's how she went about exposing the lab. She wanted to tell Barb's parents what really happened, despite knowing what the lab/ government could do if they found out, and she didn't like Steve pointing that out. When she and Jonathan went into the lab, she took a massive risk having the recording device with her (I 100% stand by the fact that her bag would have been searched and they would have found it. And they would have been in massive trouble.) And then lying to her parents about where she is while she and Jonathan go out of state to meet up with a strange man, while they were both minors. Then accepting alcohol from him, and sleeping at his house.

In season 3, there are a few points.

-The first is her expecting to be treated as an important reporter at the paper when she was just an intern, yes she was mistreated by a lot of the higher-level people, she should have been shadowing reporters, or being used for taking notes of meetings, but she expected to be working as a full journalist, and her attitude ultimately costs her and Jonathan their jobs (his photography internship is different to a reporters internship, because he was likely taken along to take a few photos, and then used to develop his own and other photographers photos.).

-The second is providing first aid to El. She went to disinfect the wound without cleaning it. And it's pretty obvious that you clean it first, because if there's dirt in the wound disinfecting it would do nothing. And she looks sceptical when Max corrects her. (I hate when it's written in fic that Nancy is the one to provide first aid, and to ensure there are fully stocked first aid kits, when in canon, she doesn't understand first aid. When Max has more experience than she does, and Steve is a certified lifeguard, and for that, he would have to be first aid certified.)

-The third is shooting at Billy. She's just shooting at the car head-on. Yes, windshields aren't bullet proof, but they offer some level of protection and damage to the windshield doesn't disable a car. Also, they're aware that he is possessed by the mindflayer and was able to walk away after the sauna test and being thrown through a brick wall. As well as how most of the hits didn't affect Tom and Bruce at the hospital. It's pretty obvious that bullets probably wouldn't have much effect on him. So if she wanted to disable the car, she needed to aim for the wheels, to blow out the tyres, other than that, you need to hit the internal workings of the car, like the fuel line.

I can't think of much for season 4, but I have only watched it once, compared to many more times for the other three seasons. But the main one I can think of is how her immediate thought for defence against the upside down creatures is guns, when they have never worked before. The only things that have been shown to work against the creatures is brute force, like with Steve's bat, or fire. (Or El, but they don't have her.)

I know there are other points, but I can't think of them right now. Also, at another point, I could send you my thoughts on her lack of emotional intelligence if you're interested.

there’s this post i saw that argued that steve has high wisdom, and low intelligence (which i agree with to a certain point, because i don’t think that steve’s intelligence is actually that low), they then argued that everyone else was high intelligence and low wisdom. specifically nancy. at first i wasn’t so sure, but i think you’ve managed to convince me.

honestly, that scene in s1 has always been almost laughable to me. like, what was she gonna do if he didn’t leave? literally shoot him in the face? pointing a gun at someone in a circumstance like that almost never works, and, no offence to jonathan and nancy, but they clearly needed the help, and steve’s a jock. i’d have let him stick around. especially after the shit he pulled at the theatre, like, sure man, you can jump in front of me, show your remorse lmao

and that also hits one point i find irritating about nancy’s character and it’s the fact that we never see her learn how to shoot a gun, she’s just a natural badass, and i think that’s just such lazy writing, especially for one of their few female characters. she doesn’t seem to know any actual gun control stuff, she never learns to shoot, she’s just good at it, naturally, with no explanation. could the duffers be anymore boring. i like to watch characters struggle a bit.

to defend nancy a little, she had just crawled out of hell, so she’d probably forgotten about steve coming to check on her. however, she never does try and explain away what she and jonathan were doing in the alleyway behind the theatre. like, at least just make up some bullshit about mike and will rather than just look at steve blankly.

s2 is kinda funny, because obviously shows don’t always tell you what a characters plan is, to try and make it more dramatic, but it really does feel like nancy and jonathan are just making that shit up as they go along.

like, at first nancy tells steve that she wants to tell the holland’s that barb is dead. that’s her whole plan. then her plan is to tell the world about the upside down and eleven and demogorgon and barb’s death, and she honestly expected that to work? it isn’t until murray tells her that people won’t believe it that she starts to doubt herself.

and yeah, no real teenage girl would actually drink vodka and then stay the night in some middle-aged man’s house, who is very clearly a freak and also insanely interested in her love life.

i think i’ve said before that nancy’s stance in s3 confuses me. like, yes she is getting treated badly, but she’s an intern. sexism is a factor for how little she has to do, but she can’t have honestly expected to be writing for the paper. did she deserve to have more to do? yes. should she have been going around doing interviews on her own, no. then, instead of just leaving, or playing nice to get experience and have a good connection with a journalist, she instead decides to go against what her boss has told her to do, and expects to get rewarded? like, nancy, you can’t really ask forgiveness for going against what your boss has told you to do and sneaking out in the middle of the day because you don’t like your job. just quit!

that’s true, it is weird that nancy always gets written as the person supplying first aid and being the most knowledgeable when max and steve know more than her.

i hate when characters are shooting at a car and they just shoot at the windscreen. shoot at the tires!! or shoot at the body of the car, you’re more likely to hit something important and stop the car.

yeah, i’m so tired to nancy getting out a gun and everyone going “oh my god, she has a gun” and then it does FUCK ALL. bring steve’s bat back, that’s done more damage than a fucking gun.

i think that nancy has a lot of intelligence for the life she lives, which is a middle class high school student, and she often can’t really see beyond that. i think it can come from her lack of empathy, and this idea that she’s often the smartest in the room, because she values her kind of intelligence, and her lived experience, more than others.

obviously some of your points are just the duffers shitty writing choices, but shitty writing choices can reflect badly on characters. and yeah, i’d love to hear your thoughts on her emotional intelligence. in my opinion, steve is one of the most emotionally intelligent characters on the show, because of how self-aware he is, and how he’s had to understand and then stop his bad behaviour. i’ve never thought much about nancy’s though!

[withacapitalp]

Hidden Gem Friday

Another Friday, more hidden gems! Most of these are my reccs I think, just because I didn't do a lot of looking at my list this week (It was a time)

As always, I'm taking more reccs for this!! It's really fun to see fics get a second lift!

Thirteen by towardthesun recced by me (haha my own fic) written for @thefreakandthehair 2.7k (Complete)- Gen focus on Eddie and Wayne

Summary:

Eddie had never exactly had the best track record with birthdays. If he was lucky, his mom would get him a cheap toy car, or a lollipop that she swiped from the gas station — little ways to make the day special. She tried, she really did, but that was mostly at the start. By ten, she seemed to have forgotten her son even had a birthday, too lost in the drugs to see him waiting for her to notice. But…but today was his thirteenth birthday.

My Thoughts:

My thoughts on my own fic? Well yeah I really like this one! I was sad to see that it didn't really connect to a ton of people, but it also just felt very soft when I was writing it? Plus I wrote it for one of my dearest friends, so ultimately I really like it still <333

it's christmas eve again by thatsadorable recced by me 21k (WIP)- Steddie

Eddie didn’t know why he was sharing this, he usually never shared this much about himself. But something about how this man’s eyes twinkled seemed to almost compel him. “Holidays you know? And I’m looking forward to seeing my Uncle, but so much has changed… and I got a dumb blind date to go to before I head home.” The man raised fluffy white eyebrows in reply. “Maybe it will be a good one? You never know, a date on Christmas Eve? Could be magical.” A laugh slipped past Eddie’s lips. “Magical? With a guy named Steven? I don’t think so, sorry. I really doubt it, he evidently used to babysit my Uncle’s fiancee’s kid. I mean I like the kid alright. But his old babysitter? I don’t think so.” The plane jerked to a halt and people started moving towards their carry-on bags. “Well, never laugh at fate, my boy, it might just laugh back.”  or: fate very much laughs at one Eddie Munson and he finds himself searching for some holiday magic. or: Santa was trying to set him up with Steve fucking Harrington.

My Thoughts:

God, this fic is fun!!! I loved watching this one get put together, an the final (well almost final) product is such a joy to read. There's a really cool twist in this one I won't spoil, but I have to admit I've been on the edge of my seat waiting for an update!! I really really need to know how this one endsssss

who you gonna call? by dharmainitiative recced by @andrea-csenge 65k (Complete)- Stoncy

Summary:

“Just because you can’t see a ghost doesn’t mean it isn’t real,” Robin says. “There are plenty of things we can’t see that are real.” Jonathan raises his eyebrows. “Name one.” “Uh, fucking gravity?” Steve says. “Yeah, I can drop an apple,” Jonathan deadpans. Nancy clears her throat. “Is this an important conversation, or can we get back to the ghosts now?” Or: a ghost files AU

My Thoughts:

I adore stoncy, and the way they're characterized here is so cute!!!! Augh I just love having a fic that really moves? The dialogue is quick but it hits right and the flow on this one is very enjoyable. If you're looking for a classic hidden gem, this is a perfect example

Still The One by Legitcookie recced by me 5.4k (Complete)- Steddie w heavy focus on the Party

Summary:

”Why do you have to make everything so fucking difficult, Eddie?” Max's eyes widened, hand stopping just before making contact with the closed door to Steve and Eddie's apartment. ”Oh, I'm so sorry, your highness. Please keep telling me the same thing over and over again. I can't wait to hear if you put a new spin on it!” “Quit the bullshit, I wouldn't have to keep telling you if you did it this century.” This was not what Max had been expecting when she drove over that morning. She expected to knock on the door, be greeted by two lovesick buffoons that had recently moved in together, and grab the Dungeons & Dragons book Mike had left there. Apparently having a car made everyone think they could ask for favors. Well after this lovely start to the morning, that wasn't going to happen again any time soon. She should leave. She definitely shouldn't press her ear to the door to hear better. ~Or, Max overhears an argument thinking a breakup is imminent and gets The Party to help

My Thoughts:

I loooooooove the party. I ovethepartyIlovethepartyIlovetheparty. This is the best way to write them. They're so meddling and they love everyone so much and they care! so! god! damn! much! Even if they're going about it in the wrong way. Steve and Eddie are also so so cute here but this one is really being recced for the party relationship here!!

[lost-between-letters]

Little Problems

Pairing: Jonathan Byers x Reader (she/her)

Warnings: insecure reader, some downtalking on themself, christmas, cute Jonathan

Word Count: 719

Summary: Christmas can be stressful. Especially when none of your outfits work and your jewellery is acting up. Luckily, there's also Jonathan

A/N: I'm not entirely sure if this even makes sense but I really needed to write this now. Merry Christmas to those who celebrate and a lovely day to those who don't

"Uh Jonathan?" She was not panicking. Because that would be ridiculous. And Y/N prided herself on the fact that she was rational.

Hell, the upside down didn't get her caving in so this was peanuts. Christmas eve with the Byers.

Easy.

Plus, Joyce was always nice to her, Will was a sweetheart and Hopper only slightly intimidated her. Nothing to worry about.

Except.

Yeah, except the universe hated her.

Or so she was convinced as she stared at her reflection and watched the powdery eyeshadow drop to places where it didn't belong and the dress that now had a big red stain from where she dropped her lipstick. And of course her necklace. That was utterly tangled up in her hair. The only angle that hadn't had it pulling at it painfully was obviously the one where she was keeping it up in a loose mock-bun. Which wasn't what she had envisioned for her hair at all.

Y/N wouldn't cry now.

Finally, mercifully, she heard Jonathan's swift steps coming up to her bedroom.

"What is it?"

She took a deep breath. "Can you help me here?"

Jonathan came up behind her to inspect the mess. His warm hands came to rest on her shoulders as he watched for the little clasps. "I think I found the problem. But it looks like it might hurt."

"I don't care, just get it out." If she hadn't been holding her hair, she would have buried her face in her hands instead.

"Hey, it's alright. I'll get it, sweetheart."

Jonathan's voice was as gentle as his fingers. He delicately untangled the small chain, eyebrows bunched up cutely in concentration. Y/N felt herself relax just watching him.

It was ridiculous how easy Jonathan managed to calm her down. But Y/N wouldn't complain right now, she needed all of the calmth she could get.

"Got it," Jonathan whispered and leaned down to bury his face in her neck after the click of the little clasps.

A moment later, she felt the soft flutter of his lips pushing affection into the skin and Y/N all but melted into him.

Jonathan wrapped his arms around her waist and kept peppering kisses along her neck until she wasn't thinking about her outfit anymore.

"I'm scared that tonight'll be a disaster because of me," she blurted out.

This time, she actually slapped her hands across her face and hid behind them. Y/N didn't mean to say that out loud. No less to Jonathan who had looked forward to a normal Christmas since forever.

God she was an awful person, she shouldn't push her stupid problems onto hi-

"That's impossible," Jonathan said decidedly and squeezed her waist for good measure, "my family loves you. Pretty sure they'd trade you for me any second."

"Joyce would never!" Y/N protested immediately but he shushed her.

With his face still buried in her neck, he went on. Y/N reached up to card her fingers through his mop of hair. "My point is that you can't do anything to ruin the evening. Trust me, Will and I did enough of that to last her a lifetime."

"You're literally the most quiet kids I know, what could you have possibly done?"

Jonathan snickered and pulled away. "I'll tell you in the car."

"I know what you're doing," Y/N pointed at him with mock-stern in her voice. But the smile was creeping back on her face and she didn't want to hide it. "And it's working."

"I'll wait for you in the car!" And off he went.

Which now left Y/N alone with the choice of what to wear.

In the end, she decided on black jeans and a fancy sweater that Jonathan claimed he liked on her.

His smile when she entered his car would have been enough to convince her that it was the right choice. "You look beautiful, Y/N."

"Stop lying," she fiddled with the radio to hide her blush.

Only for Jonathan to catch her off guard once more with the utter sincerety in his voice. "I'm not. You really are."

Y/N looked up with an expression that must have resembled a deer in headlights because Jonathan was laughing again.

But he was leaning over too. And kissing jer gently a moment later.

Okay, maybe the universe didn't hate her at all.

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[dreaming-for-an-escape]

I can't believe I finished this drabble so soon. Anyways, this is for my Jonathan Crane/OC story Ultraviolence. This takes place once Darlene and Jonathan are dating and have been getting intimate with each other. So for that reason this is only for 18+ MDNI. I will block your ass.

“Jonathan.” 

Darlene whined into his ear as Jonathan’s fingers moved inside her. His thumb was on her clit which was already sensitive despite it having not been that long since he began pleasuring her. 

Before they had been watching the classic movie, and one of Darlene’s favorite movies, The Women. It was unusual for Jonathan to go along watching a movie of her choice, but they hadn’t even made it halfway before he lifted her to sit on his lap. Before Darlene could complain about missing the movie, Jonathan had kissed her while one of his hands slipped underneath the flowery skirt she wore.  

Darlene’s brain turned to mush the instant she felt his hand push aside her underwear to cup her. The movie was forgotten about, and she basked in the feeling of his fingers easily making their way inside her because of how fast he’d gotten her wet. Having done this before his fingers curled, soon hitting her special spot that in a few seconds would no doubt make her see stars. 

Jonathan kissed her warm cheek, his fingers still curling inside. “Shh, my darling. Don’t want your neighbors to hear now, do you?”

Darlene wasn’t even able to shake her head. She only let out low huffs, and her face as pink as the cardigan she wore. Her eyes were also shut, scared that if she opened them she’d let out loud moans at seeing Jonathan’s fierce blue eyes. 

But she should’ve known better than to think Jonathan was going to let her keep her eyes closed as he pleasured her. According to him he never liked it when she orgasmed without looking at him. 

“Look at me, Darlene.”

His order made Darlene’s heart race against her chest more than it already was. She took a deep breath before opening her eyes. When she did so she locked her green eyes with his intense blue eyes. She wanted to moan so badly but she stopped herself from doing that by biting her bottom lip. 

Jonathan was more vocal as he was able to keep his voice low and even. His thumb rubbed faster at her clit, enjoying the way her hold on his shoulders tightened. He could tell she was almost there. She only needed a few more words of encouragement and he was going to give it to her. 

“You’re doing so well accepting what I give you.” Jonathan praised by saying such words against her lips. “You’re so good. You’re always so good for me. And you know why? Because you’re my good girl.”

His tone made Darlene whimper and shudder, but it was his words that made her orgasm hard. 

The evidence was all over Jonathan’s hand when he pulled away from her still fluttering core. He smiled at the slick that covered his hand, and like several times before he licked away her deliciousness. 

Jonathan’s smile widened at the gasp he heard from Darlene. His darling had seen him do this countless times and it still made her blush madly. He loved that. 

“As usual, you taste exquisite my darling.”

Darlene’s blush spread down to her neck. She tried to speak but Jonathan kept her quiet by kissing her, making sure his tongue slipped into her mouth so she’d be able to taste herself. A hum escaped her which only made him kiss her more passionately. 

When Jonathan pulled back he grinned, gently pushing her down onto her couch. He found himself wishing they were back at his apartment since his couch was much more comfortable and better for two people. Darlene’s couch was smaller and less lavish but that wouldn’t stop him from having her.  

Jonathan pulled down Darlene’s underwear, throwing them to the side as pushed up her skirt. He gave her a peck on the lips to ease her into it after seeing her brows furrow.

Then he kissed his way down to put himself between her soft thighs, mouth attaching to her glistening core to begin his ministrations.

Jonathan smirked against her once he felt her hands dig into his hair, pulling exactly the way he told her he liked.  

The best part of the night had only begun. 

[thegeminisage]

tng update time. last night we did "the child" and today i did "where silence has lease"

the child: GOOD. FUCKINGGGGG. LORD

first of all, i watched this after having been awake since 4am and working all day and then getting hate mail on my fanfics. i was so sleep deprived it's unreal. i dissolved into hysterics multiple times

the first time i think was after deanna got impregnated. i did say with my real mouth "i hope it's riker" and then regret it because i didn't actually hope that but truly i think we would have been better off

the second time i can't really remember. i think it was after the kid talked the first time. immediately my primal instincts screamed at me that the child was unholy and unnatural. anyway both times we had to pause for several minutes in order for me to collect myself

why did we have to have a meeting in front of all deanna's peers talking about the changes in her body and whether or not she should get an abortion...like im with worf, abort that thang, but what the fucj

at first i was kind of excited that dr crusher would be leaving because she is an exhausting character to contend with. now i realize i was a fool. with no dr crusher and no tasha yar deanna troi has to take on the role of Every woman. i made a joke in which the punchline was the mother the son and the holy spitroast but i don't think it's as funny without the leadup

also, on the replacement dr: i hate her forever for being mean to data. first mispronouncing his name and then being like ehhh who cares when corrected AND THEN being like wow this bag of bolts can actually get his feelings hurt! i'll kill her

am pleased to say i recognized her from tos not because of her face but because of her voice. score one for the ol' voice acting ear

anyway i kept going i be BEVERLY (upgraded from dr crusher) could have saved deanna's satan baby because at least she can FUCKING PRONOUNCE DATA'S NAME RIGHT. i hope beverly left because picard wouldn't stop making eyes at his ex it would serve him right

wesley was fine in this episode for once.

HIIII GUINAN HIIIIIIII wow she looks so young. just like in sister act, the primary thing i know her from. weird to have her playing shrink to wesley this entire time but i'm sure we'll get more from her later

anyway having deanna speedrun motherhood in 36 hours Because She's A Woman made me for the first time consider skipping some episodes on tng. but i couldn't do my skip/watch list that way so i will SIGH persevere.

where silence has lease: im blogging this as i go. first of all since the first few seconds of this have no dialogue i was excited and thought we were about to get a whedon-eqsue no-dialogue episode but alas. no.

secondly. "im worried about riker AND worf there are certain elements of the klingon psyche its best to be ignorant about" like girl are they fucking?? not quite but almost. riker was sooo dirty. paused the episode to inform cathy of this and got this gem

anyway, the skeleton prosthetics were good but i ca already feel that this is going to be a "klingons are so big and scary and savage" kind of racism day

worf automatically gaslighting himself about the klingon legend is SO sad especially bc we as viewers KNOW its gotta be true. get vored idiots

why is wesley always on the bridge now instead of geordi...is he just always in engineering now? that is Too sad

THIS BITCH JUST CALLED DATA "IT"?????????????? I WILL KILL HER MYSELF

like i cannot believe she is doubting DATAS ABILITY TO DO HIS JOB more than the fucking SIXTEEN YEAR OLD sitting next to him just bc wesley is human and data isnt. ill fucking kill her. i never thought id say this but i miss beverly

jonathan frakes has asked lots of questions this episode

this freaky ass unreality void thing that doesn't actually exist is sooooo fucking cool. stuff like this is what i like about scifi...sometimes the scifi premise is stupid but sometimes it fucks

WHATEVER RIKER AND WORF HAVE GOING ON IN THIS EPISODE. IS GAY. riker telling him to pull himself together and worf repeating his words from earlier...prolonged eye contact...i wish tng was like this all the time

actually riker is kinda fun in this episode...he keeps giving orders without waiting for picard's okay and he is soooo upset when he gets back from that freaky ship

WHOA THAT CGI FACE WAS FREAKY AND BAD

LMAOOO AT THIS ALIEN GOING AFTER THE DR FOR BEING FEMALE. WHEN DEANNA IS RIGHT THERE. like "your contruction is different" not to the half betazoid or the klingon but to the WOMAN. well if anyone deserves it

wow. love that they got ordered to fuck nasty on the bridge <3 riker and worf should volunteer

SIGHHH of course they kill the random black guy redshirt

started to have respect for picard when once again he was willing to blow up the ship rather than submit to enemy will but then he ruined it by going eeeh idk riker how much time do YOU think we need before the self-destruct? like how much time do they need to prepare to die?? and then riker was like uhh idk 20 minutes? like if you're gonna do it just do it. jesus christ. don't even tell them first it's so much kinder. there are FUCKING children aboard

AND HES JUST GONNA SIT IN HIS QUARTERS AND LISTEN TO MUSIC? INSTEAD OF COMFORTING PEOPLE OR DOING HIS JOB? it's always one step forward two back with this show

THOSE FREAKY HALLUCINATIONS TRICKED ME...it's just like data to ask about death. but it wasn't him!!

the ending to this was actually a little anticlimactic but i did enjoy the journey. too bad it wasn't a big klingon ship eating monster though

one down, five to go 😤

[shipcestuous]

Hi there! I'm a bit of a newbie with incest ships, and frankly most if them overlap with horror media, but I can't tell you how thrilled I was to see Nick/Carly, Clay/Jonathan (baby's first incest ship, lol), David/Mia and Sabrina/Lucifer on here!

I was wondering if I could give you a recommendation for a potential father/daughter ship? It's from a film series called My Super Psycho Sweet 16 that aired on MTV from 200p-2012. In the first two films, the main protagonist Skye is a social outcast because her father, Charlie, murdered a couple of teens at the rollerskating club he owned I believe about 10 years ago (my memory's a bit foggy, lol) and he ends up faking his own death and escapes prison at the start of the movie. He ends up killing everyone who ever picked on Skye brutally at this bitchy girl's sweet 16 party that's being held at his old rollerskating club, which Skye decided to crash. There's a great moment where Skye is lured up by some bullies wearing her dad's old costume and she reaches out to touch his mask, and she just looks so mesmerized in that scene. It's always stuck with me.

There's also him tracking her down after she ran away at the end of the first film and he literally says "you're not going to take Skye from me" before murdering her new step dad, among many other things that happen. It's kind of an obscure and (obviously) dated series, but the dynamic of these two always intrigued me---it has a similar feel of the balance that comes with obsession, protectiveness, and a twisted but very genuine love that reminds me a lot of Michael and Laurie's relationship in the Rob Zombie films, and I was wondering if anyone else can see it too, or if its just my shipper brain going nuts (again). Skye also has a little sister named Alex who she also develops an interesting relationship with throughout the second and third films as well (trying to avoid spoilers lol).

PS: I noticed you looked at Cherry Falls a while ago and, having recently watched that movie for the first time a few days ago, I'm so glad I'm not the only one who noticed the tension between Jodie and both her father and Leonard 💀

Take care! <3

Thank you so much for this recommendation, Anon! I had not heard of this movie series. Charlie's obsession with his daughter sounds fascinating, and there's a lot to explore with what I'm sure are Skye's very complicated feelings towards her father. I love that there's a family at the center of this series.

[sp0o0kylights]

Hope you don't mind OP but this has been low key HAUNTING me so I wrote a bit to flush the plot bunnies out.

Robin met Steve's father once.

The stuffy, smug asshole had come in with his wife, lording over all of Scoops while doing his best to make it sound as if it was a massive favor he'd come in at all.

His visit left Steve looking small and acting grumpy, and for the first time in Robin's life she'd felt bad for him.

The man who'd just burst through the ER doors, loudly announcing himself to the nurses as Steve Harrington's dad?

That was not the same guy.

"Oh, Wayne!" Dustin's mom, who'd driven everyone who hadn't been hauled here in an ambulance, says, surprised. She stands, making her way over to where the lot of them had been taking turns arguing with the staff (and getting absolutely nowhere.)

All of them had seen Steve collapse outside of Starcourt. Watched as he staggered and pressed his hands to his head, before his eyes had rolled back and his knees buckled.

Robin had only caught him because of how close she'd been clinging to him. The shock and adrenaline rolling wild in her veins, both of them still waiting to be seen by the paramedics.

That had been hours ago. Everyone had been given a clean bill of health, except for Steve--and no one was allowed to see him.

Except for apparently, Not Actually Steve's Dad, who Claudia somehow knew.

"May I see ID?" The charge nurse (who Erica had dubbed Snubnose. Loudly. To her face.) asks, but the older guy already had it in his hand, ready to give.

"Is Steve okay?" Demands another voice, frantic and near breathless. It takes Robin a minute to realize that its coming from the other side of Wayne, the older man blocking a tall teenager that Robin knows she recognizes but can't place.

She stares, as if the floofy hair that just barely brushes his shoulders will award her his name.

Snubnose stares down at him. "And you are?"

"Eddie. Eddie Munson?" The guy says in a rush, almost not breathing between the words. "I'm Steve's boyfriend--"

"Kid's his other emergency contact. Now where's my boy?" Wayne cuts in, voice booking no argument.

Eddie's also got his ID out but Snubnose just waives it off, gesturing for the two to follow as she presses a button to unlock the electronic doors.

They swing open slowly, and Dustin rushes forward, making as though he can sneak in and is caught and herded back out immediately.

"Did…did he say boyfriend?" Jonathan of all people says, blinking like a dazed owl.

"She did." Nancy confirms.

For the second time that night the world falls out from under Robin.

Steve Harrington, former King of Hawkins High and (and equally former heartthrob for every girl in the school) had a boyfriend.

Who was his emergency contact.

Who they went to school with.

"Why the hell didn't that Dingus tell me!?"

s3 secret steddie where steve gets badly injured during starcourt, and his emergency contact is wayne munson. bc the dude loves him like a son and his actual dad never fucking picks up anyways. might as well have someone nearby, who cares, written down instead.

cue everyone discovering that steve has a secret boyfriend (fucking eddie munson, of all people!?) because he and wayne turn up at the hospital frantic after they were contacted and basically told "ur steve harringtons emergency contact. he is actively dying and there's a small crowd gathered in his hospital room that we can't fucking get rid of. what's ur eta?"

[the-multiversal-wanderer]

Crackpot Theories: The Magnus Protocol edition Part 1: FR3-D1 and the voices within Section 1: Chester and Norris

Before we start I again will say this will have some spoilers for both Archives and Protocol so I say again if you haven't go read at least a synopsis of the 5th season of Archive and the first two episodes of Protocol if you don't have the time to watch both series.

So with that being said read on if you either don't fear spoilers or have already listen to everything.

Okay so before this theory begins we must make a few assumptions.

assumption the first: Protocol while not taking place in the Archives universe at least follows a similar timeline to Archives up until the institute burns in 1999 leading to a timeline divergence

assumption the second: everyone in archives exists somewhere in the protocol timeline though they may be different to their Archive timeline counter part. but there are a few exceptions to this that will be mentioned in another part of this particular theory

So with that lets get to the meat and potatoes of this theory, FR3-D1 and in particular the voices of Chester and Norris. Before you yes I will cover Augustus, just not in this section as Augustus... well its a whole other can of worms to deal with. it will possibly need it's own subsections.

Anyways so to give context to those who either haven't listened to protocol or just need a quick refresher FR3-D1 is a tailor made program made most likely in 1996~1997 for O.I.A.R which had started using Windows NT 4.0, which was released in the summer of 1996, as state by Alice while she was explaining the case filing system to Sam.

Sam starts his second case which ends up being what is known as a chatty case by Alice. For future reference I will call these Chatter cases. Chatter cases are what most of those currently working for the O.I.A.R believe to be a glitch cause by the age of the FR3-D1 program. Alice tells Sam of the three voices of FR3-D1. The first one is Norris the most common of the three. Next is Chester the more uncommon of the three. Then finally Augustus the rarest of the three. So far we have only heard Norris and Chester who are voice by Alexander J. Newall and Jonathan Sims respectfully. These two are the same two who voiced Martin blackwood and Jonathan Sims (or Jon) respectively in Archives. Now this may just be me looking for connections where there aren't any but i feel that these two using the exact voice as two past characters. These two, Alexander J. Newall and Jonathan Sims are the creators of both Archives and Protocol and the fact that they used the exact same voice they did for their characters in Archives is odd to say the least, while this could be a tongue and cheek reference for fans who listened to Archives there is just enough things that don't point to this not being a reference that things get muddled.

There is also the whole bit in the transcripts that comes before Chester and Norris speak it says Cyberspace.

But back to the theory, I believe that Chester and Norris are actually Martin and Jon or rather they are they Archives version of Martin and Jon as both Jon and Martin already exist in the Protocol universe if we assume this timeline closely follows the Archives timeline and we can't have people be replaced by their Archive counterparts (again with a few exceptions). So instead of not being brought along with The Eye, over to Protocol (something I will explain more in one of the subsections in the Augustus section) they were reincarnated into Chester and Norris two of three voices in the program (FR3-D1) that is under the control of The Eye though I think there is the influence of another fear entity (theory for another time).

I also want to bring back the point about the transcript saying cyberspace as I believe if Jon and Martins souls are Chester and Norris then the bit about cyberspace is explained by Jon and martin speaking as Chester and Norris in cyberspace.

And that is where this section ends yes very cut and dry but then this section and future section are plausible at beast and only held up by strings at others.

There was some thing that was brought up in my last post on the fire at the institute (reference to this post) @gammija mentioned in the comments, also thank you friend for correcting me I was going off the transcript on which I didn't see the 1999 and I missed the ARG and while I'm into ARGs Protocol has one is too big for me to finish the monster that is a monster of a ARG but that's besides the point. Anyways @gammija had basically asked if the institute burned in 1999 then why did Chester, Norris and Augustus start reading off cases in 2021?

Now I don't have a good answer to that here is what I got. I think we have two options or a combination of the two. Option 1 is that we have time shenanigans and Chester (Jon), Norris (Martin) and Augustus (???) only arrived to protocol in the year 2021. second is that we have manipulation from The Web and Chester (Jon), Norris (Martin) and Augustus (???) have always been in FR3-D1 and as we have seen with what FR3-D1 has been doing it's very similar to the tape recorders (a theory for another time). Option three though assumes both are true but in stead of The Web silencing or activating the voices The Web places the three into FR3-D1 in 2021.

I was planning on getting all of these done before the next episode drops but I don't think I will. I have been writing this post on off for the last few days. when I planned this to be the shortest of the FR3-D1 theories. this is not what I expected

[monstrousproductions]

Looking at the notes it looks like we might have quite similar tastes! I don't really watch TV or films if I can help it so I've got nothing on that front but for books:

The Fifth Season by N.K. Jemisin; set in a world with one continent, where earthquakes are a fact of life. Society is split into different castes and communities, and the "untouchable" class equivalent are people with the ability to magically control earthquakes. Some CWs apply - it's a heavy, brutal series - so hmu if you need any more info before diving in. But it's absolutely wonderful, and the audiobooks are amazing, read by Robin Miles. I also recommend The City We Became (lighter SF about the city of New York developing avatars of each of its boroughs to fight an external threat) and How Long Til Black Future Month (collection of SFF short stories) by her.

Flux by Jinwoo Chong - another great audiobook, read by David Lee Huynh. A young man obsessed with an outdated TV detective takes on a job at a strange organisation where he doesn't really know what he's doing or why. Really beautiful writing and a fascinating exploration of identity and technology.

When the Angels Left the Old Country by Sacha Lamb - I obsessed about this so much when I first read it, I don't think I'll ever stop recommending it. Riffing on Jewish folklore, it tells the story of an angel and a demon travelling from the Pale of Settlement to America in c.1911 to follow after the young people of their shtetl. Wicked funny, queer and joyful, and Donald Corren's performance in the audiobook is perfectly dry and sharp.

The Heavens by Sandra Newman - a woman in an ideal future timeline dreams about being another woman in Elizabethan/Jacobean England. She realises that the events in her dreams are affecting her waking reality, changing time and bringing that timeline closer and closer to our own. Made me cry (complimentary)

Station Eleven by Emily St John Mandel - rec depends on how up to it you're feeling re. pandemic fiction. Written before COVID but weirdly prescient, it follows a travelling group of actors in a world decimated by a virulent coronavirus outbreak, hopping back and forth in time to bring different characters from past and present and tie them all together.

The Raven Tower by Ann Leckie - a fantasy retelling of Hamlet, clearly inspired by the use of second-person in the Fifth Season. A world where gods are a fact of life, and where gods speak reality into being. One of Leckie's stronger efforts since Ancillary Justice (first of the Imperial Radch series which I loooove), I remember gasping out loud at a particular reveal at the end. Protag is a trans man which is fun, and the audiobook is read by Adjoa Andoh who can do no wrong.

The Traitor Baru Cormorant (I think just called The Traitor in the UK edition) by Seth Dickinson - about a woman in a "fantasy" world (I don't think there's any actual magic??) whose culture is dominated by an expansionist empire and who vows to take the empire down from within. Totally gripping, can't wait to read the rest in the series.

Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell by Susannah Clarke - I saw you'd read Piranesi, and idk if you've read this one yet but I loved it. Set in an alternate Regency England where magic has long been part of British culture, but has all but faded by the time the novel starts. It's a pure brick of a book with nested footnotes and stories within stories, so not for the faint-hearted, but the world is rich and realised and it's brilliantly funny in places. Audiobook is wonderful!

Looking for media recs. Any format. Any genre that isn't romance or erotica.

[ptbf2002]

Animated Atrocities - Trespassers Will Be Persecuted

Show - Kid vs. Kat

Season/Episode - Season 1, Episode 2

Air Date - December 30, 2008

Writer(s) - Michael Lahay

Director(s)/Editor(s) - Rob Boutilier, Josh Mepham, Greg Sullivan, Kenny Park (Storyboard), Jamie Turner (Producer)

Rating - 87/100

Other Note(s) - I Wanna Tell You Not Only I Hate This Episode, But I Also Hate The Whole Show Because Of Too Much Worst Episodes Of This Show, Speaking About This Episode, Mr. Kat and Old Lady Munson are horriblyunlikable in this episode, as Mr. Kat keeps framing Coop by making him cross Old Lady Munson's fence, while Old Lady Munson does nothing but yell at Coop for the things he did not do.Millie is also unlikeable in this episode as she, first of all, told Coop not to "mock" Mr. Kat, even though he clearly deserved it for all of the things he did to Coop. She then just keeps defending Mr. Kat in this episode, just like all of the other episodes. Also, she was about to tell Burt (her and Coop's father by the way) about Coop throwing Mr. Kat to Old Lady Munson's yard, before Mr. Kat eventually freaks out and fights with Coop. Burt sadly, is not much better, as he keeps blaming Coop for all of the things that happened in the entire episode and of course, throws off this excuse "You can't blame Millie's cat for everything, son", though he isn't insufferable compared to the other unlikable characters in this episode. Downright bland and generic title card that just has a sign saying the title of the episode, with some electric wires on top of the fence, hinting at all of the bad things that would happen in this episode, similar to the name of this episode. While Dennis is likable in this episode, he randomly disappears in the second half of the episode as it gets worse and worse by the minute. Burt's animation when he mocked Old Lady Munson looks a lot like a poor attempt at posing a scary roar, which you can see right here.Dreadful Ending: Coop is about to catapult away Mr. Kat to Old Lady Munson's yard, but Mr. Kat breaks free and then catapults Coop away to Old Lady Munson's yard and starts throwing Munson's gnomes at Coop. While Coop caught all of the gnomes, then Old Lady Munson yells at Coop, to the point where Coop gets tied up in the catapult (see the image above), while Mr. Kat enjoys a cup of tea with Millie as he grins. So basically, after all of the horrible things that happened in the entire episode, nothing gets resolved, not ONCE! (albeit the very end where Coop throws another water balloon, but still) And After That, Mr. Kat Wins! And He Gets No Punishment For That! I Was Traumatized Since I Watched That When I Was A Young Child. Does Anyone Watching This Episode Is Traumatized As A Kid Or A Young Child. Why Would The Writers Have Failed Made The Show Good. I Really Don't Wanna Watch This Show Anymore. Lesson Learned: When You Have A Pet, Do Not Throw Anything At Your Neighbor's House.

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