#also this is where i start talking about myself

[justjiongu]

Well, it all began with this roleplay group of mine that I've known since 2018.

I'd met them on a game by the name Tokyo Ghoul: Bloody Nights that was on Roblox. Specifically in a group that'd taken up the label of Anteiku. And at the time, I hadn't even know what roleplaying was.

Hell, I hadn't even known what roleplaying was. And I didn't have much interest in making friends since I'm pretty pessimistic when it comes to that sort of thing. Well... that and because of internet safety. But I did talk to people every now and then, as well as participate in group events whenever they were hosted. Because it was fun to interact with people every now-and-then.

One of the members noticed I was pretty closed off. And so they asked me if I knew what roleplaying was. I, of course, acted as if I knew all~ about roleplaying. Even though I didn't know a thing. To which he invited me to a tokyo ghoul roleplay server that a friend of his was hosting.

Now, while I didn't know much about roleplaying. I was an avid reader. And so I took to text roleplay pretty quickly. But, uh, well it didn't go very well. Anytime I spawned in, this person with a one eyed ghoul would sprout in the same location within their kakuja and then eat me.

I didn't really care too much about it. If anything, it was just a tad irritating to constantly make ocs and then have to throw them away.

So, after that server died, that friend invited me to another server.

One where he had a whole HOST of other friends who also liked roleplaying. The pessimist I was, I expected to eventually get kicked and thus, constantly told myself not to get attached.

I wouldn't talk with these people for long.

They aren't my friends.

No one would ever want to be friends with me.

Things like that. Just... thoughts that feel more like facts rather than me putting myself down. Hell, it didn't even hurt to say it. It genuinely just felt like the truth to me at the time.

Days passed, then weeks, months, then years.

Roleplays came and went—mostly of the anime variety—and I kept cycling through names.

Haku, Nexus, Ravnier, Zalgo, Ralshier, Rolshier, Ravnier (I got real sloppy with those ones,) Techno Virus, Raze, Feralia.

But nothing really stuck. Well, aside from the name that my friends still use for me which was the main part of my roblox username at the time. Which uh... can be really problematic without the context of why they use it. Which I shan't share here.

But yeah, nothing really took until this one naruto roleplay where I was allowed to use Earth Grudge Fear. A kinjutsu used by my favorite naruto character. And I loved both so much that I'd actually spent a lot of time looking at fanfics that included the kinjutsu.

After a time, I stopped using (EGF) and settled strictly on Jiongu.

Some time later, I guess I entered a point where I'd started questioning myself and who I was. And I came to the general consensus that I am Just a person.

Regardless of my gender, sex, ethnicity or anything like that. Because those facets of me don't matter as much as they used to. And so I wanted something to reflect that little realization of mine which I thought to add to the name. The issue is that the original name would've included the uh, main part of my roblox username that my friends prefer over the rest of it. Which would've been even more problematic.

So I instead went with my ever favorite naruto kinjutsu: Jiongu.

JustJiongu.

USERNAME LORE GIVE IT TO ME NOW YOU ALL

[melwnst]

Hiiiiiiii! We haven't interacted much but you show up quite a bit on my feed. I have a scenario that I just don't feel like I can do justice for myself, so I'm entrusting it to someone else to help with your writer's block. (And yes I'm reading this directly from the pin/tweet that made me want to see it written)

You know those scenes in romance books where she hits and punches his chest repeatedly in complete agony until it all gets too much for her to bear so she just slumps into him and sobs and he embraces her like she would disappear if he let go?

Dean x reader pretty please <3

────── ⋆⋅☆ GUILT TRIPPER, D.W

⭑.ᐟ Thanks for the request hun- not sure if this is what you had in mind but I was fighting for my life I needed to write angst. He’s such a fucking cunt in this I actually hate him. Pls interact and send requests if u have any<3

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You find yourself cursing someone, anyone. Hoping and praying this is just a sick joke. That this isn’t what’s left of it- that this isn’t the final blow. That maybe, it’s just the universe getting back at you, but it’ll come back to normal eventually after it’s taught you a lesson.

It doesn’t.

It probably never will, at least that’s what you tell yourself.

It starts slowly.

It starts with you noticing the looks from across the room at the bar. You see the way she looks at him, but you refuse to acknowledge the way he looks back at her.

Then he stops holding your hand from across the table at that same bar- because she’s there. You know it- deep down, that something’s happening. But you tell yourself that it’s stupid- maybe you’re imagining things. The case is about to be over anyway- and you’ll be on your way, far away from her.

Then- his hand doesn’t lay at the small of your back when you walk into the bar. He doesn’t kiss- look- laugh anymore.

No-he stares. He stares at the same blond, tall, beautiful woman that makes you feel so small, you might shrink to death.

Sam notices it. You know he must’ve told Dean to stop- to pay attention- must’ve cursed at him, because he has you- but you also know it’s no use. When Dean sets his mind to something- someone, he gets it. Because he’s Dean Winchester. Anyone would be crazy to say no to him.

When the case is over- you’re packing your bags, the silence fills the room. It’s so loud- it’s almost scary because all you can hear is the sound of your heartbeat, and Dean’s footsteps.

‘What are you doing?’ He asks, his arms crossed, leaning on the bathroom door.

‘Packing. Why aren’t you?’ You ask, sniffling, because you know exactly why he isn’t.

‘I figured we could use a vacation, maybe stay here a couple more days?’

Then you straighten your back. Your hands go on your waist. And you laugh.

You laugh and turn around to see dean’s confused face looking back at you.

‘We could use a vacation? Seriously? You couldn’t come up with anything else?’ You stare him down, hoping to make him feel the way he’s been making you feel since that first night at the bar although you’re this close to breaking down.

‘What the hell are you talking about?’ Dean walks closer to you, but you stop him.

‘Don’t.’

‘What are you doing right now?’ His arms wave in the air, like he’s so innocent he has no idea.

‘What’s her name?’

Dean blinks. He blinks- but he doesn’t answer.

‘I know, Dean. I’m not fucking stupid.’ You confess. His eyes still move-erratically. His breath quickens as if he’s scared he got caught.

The silence fills the room again. But this time it’s a quiet silence. The one that doesn’t sound too harsh in your ears. The one that cuts deep. The one that makes you want to die.

It’s your turn to blink, but you blink tears- not guilt. The tears fall- faster, your heart feels like it’s being ripped out of your chest, and soon enough, he talks again.

‘It was one night. I didn’t mean for it to happen.’ It’s faint. Barely audible like he’s ashamed.

The sigh you let out is enough to break his heart.

His heart that didn’t mind breaking yours. Or that didn’t think it would anyway- because for him- it’d stay a secret, hidden deep inside of him, you’d never find out.

‘Right. So you stuck your tongue in her mouth but you had no control right? You were in her but you weren’t thinking? You expect me to believe that bullshit?’

‘Liste-‘

‘No you listen. You’re a fucking coward. I left my whole life behind so I could do this with you. For you! You begged me, Dean. You told me you wouldn’t do this without me. You guilt tripped me into becoming a hunter. Who does that to a person they’re supposed to love? This whole thing was a damn lie!’ You’re closer to him without realizing it. You choke through the tears he’s letting you shed.

‘It was never a lie!’

Then you hit him.

You hit him, again.

And again.

Until your writs, your fists hurt because he deserves it.

‘Yes it was!’

You hit him because you’re breaking. And because he deserves to be hurt.

He deserves to never be loved by anyone ever again because of what he did to you.

Because of all the promises he swore he’d never break but eventually did.

‘I hate you!’ Your fists pump against his chest, the bruises form, he tries to make you stop but figures there’s no point. He deserves it. Maybe he is a coward. No-he definitely is. So he lets you.

He lets you lash out. He lets you hit him so hard your hands are this close to bleeding.

Then the strength fades out. You can’t hit him anymore. You’re trying, but the hate and pain you feel is enough to make you collapse.

You don’t see it, but Dean cries. He cries for you- for what he did to you. He cries because he hates that he’s put you in this position- this state. So the moment you give out under your feet, dean’s right here to hold you. He finds himself on the floor with you. His chest burns, his heart aches, his arms hold your frame like you’re so fragile you might just die because of him.

He’s afraid you might disappear if he lets go. He’s scared you’ll hate him for the rest of his miserable life. But he gets what he deserves right? This is all on him.

The worst part is, he’s not sure he regrets it. The only thing he regrets is that he let you find out. That he wasn’t subtle. That he let you get hurt- not because he cheated, but because he could’ve been more careful. Hidden it better.

You’re not sure you can think anymore.

Your brain is fuzzy, your entire body hurts, you feel like your heart’s not working anymore. Or it might give out soon. It’s unfair.

He promised he’d stick with you.

He promised he could love you more than anyone with a normal life could.

He promised he wouldn’t go anywhere.

His first promise was that he wouldn’t let go. He’d be here- it’d be just you, him and Sam.

He lied.

Dean Winchester is a damn liar.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

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[fairyminnie444]

And since we’re on this topic, let’s talk about this whole idea of “why don’t people manifest for others?” or “why don’t they enter the void to save everyone?”

What even is that? That’s completely missing the entire point of this teaching > reclaiming the power of your own reality.

How are you expecting others to carry all your pain, to be responsible for your salvation, when you’re not even willing to cultivate the strength or discipline to save yourself? I say this from experience, I’ve been in that dark place too!!! I’ve had moments where I truly wanted to give up. But not once did I put that weight on someone else’s shoulders and call them selfish for not fixing my life for me.

You can’t ask for empathy while having none for the people you’re blaming, people who are also hurting, also surviving, also trying their best.

Your power will never be found in trying to control others. It starts with owning your role in your own story. That’s what this is all about.

And yes, I knowww it’s hard I’m here too. No one who’s entered the void or manifested their dream is invalidating your journey or trying to make you feel less than. They’re showing you that it’s possible. That it’s real. That your mind, your imagination, is not broken.

That’s why self-concept is so important, because when you give yourself value, when you see yourself as worthy, the whole game changes. That’s when you realize you already have it. That everything you’re looking for is within you. The feeling is there. You don’t need saving, you just need to remember who you are.

And your journey matters. Every step of it. Anyone who’s here sharing their experiences, offering guidance, answering asks, we’re not doing it to stand above anyone. I’ll speak for myself: I’m here to remind you that we are the same consciousness. The teachings of Neville weren’t reserved for a chosen few, they’re meant for everyone, just like they worked for him and countless others. This isn’t, and will never be a competition. There’s no hierarchy in consciousness. We rise together.

[the-shadesys]

Thanks for the tag! :D

This is probably gonna be kinda long and rambly, since I love to talk (about myself/my interests) and I cannot keep things short, ever.

1. Three ships I like:

I don't really do shipping, to be honest. I'm more interested in found family (headcanons) and shipping characters in a queerplatonic way. Most if not all ships that I like I'd like just as much if not more if they were (queer)platonic. But I guess I ship Miles Edgeworth and Phoenix Wright (Ace Attorney), although I'm again more interested in other kinds of relationships. There's also Aventurine and Dr. Ratio (Honkai Star Rail). And I guess Kaveh and Alhaitham (Genshin Impact). I think certain ships can be interesting to explore and think about but I rarely seek out fanart and fanfics for ships.

2. First ship ever:

Zutara (Zuko and Katara from Avatar: The Last Airbender). Nowadays I'm pretty neutral towards it. I don't dislike it but I now headcanon Zuko as aroace (I am kinda projecting on him there, I admit) and am generally more interested in seeing and reading stuff that's centered around other kinds of relationships.

3. Last song you listened to:

Should be Ocean Planet by Ornithology and Barnes Blvd. It's lofi and we usually listen to it when we're stressed, need to concentrate or no other music is right at the moment (& causes sensory overload). We pretty much always listen to it on loop and I think it was our most-listened-to song in our Spotify Wrapped for last year. I like the way it sounds like ice cubes in a glass of water, clinking together. It's very calming and I like how it doesn't feel too warm (some songs do that for me, might be some form of synesthesia) and doesn't have a lot going on.

4. Fav childhood book:

Lord of the Rings, hands down. It was what really got us into (high) fantasy and reading. We've read it a bunch of times since when we read it in third grade for the first time. We've watched the movies too, of course, and liked them a lot.

5. Currently reading:

Nothing, really. There's a bunch of books we started reading but I don't know which one we read last at this point. Maybe one of our books about linguistics & conlanging? I do wanna get back to reading but there's so many things going on and so much stuff we wanna do that I don't really know when (and also which of our books to read).

6. Currently watching:

I did watch a few episodes of the Loki show (Marvel/MCU) a few weeks ago but haven't been watching anything more recently. I like the show but already know what happens in it and have seen a bunch of clips from it. I was also distracted by a lot of other stuff.

7. Currently craving:

I don't really know right now. Maybe chips though? Something salty and more like a snack, since I already had dinner a while ago.

8. Currently consuming:

Nothing. Gonna drink some water in a bit though, and then I'll go to sleep.

9. Pets:

We have a dog! My mom and I also do voluntary work where we take care of a bunch of animals every week, so they kinda feel like my pets in a way, too. There's donkeys, chickens, a pony, a flock of sheep that like to be petted and cuddle, and two cats (one of which always comes up to be pet by me and he's very cute!) <3

I'm not gonna tag anyone because that kinda stuff makes me anxious and I also don't really know who to tag.

This was fun though!

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Thanks for the tag @faggylittleleatherboy

1. Three ships I like: jegulus (marauders), anderperry (dead poets society), narlie (heartstopper)

2. First ship ever: idk, probably Rapunzel and Flynn Rider

3. Last song you listened to: Kill For You - Gigi Perez

4. Fav childhood book: The Magic Faraway Tree - Enid Blyton

5. Currently reading: The King's Men - Nora Sakavic

6. Currently watching: Greys Anatomy

7. Currently craving: Dominoes pizza

8. Currently consuming: just had some water

9. Pets: I'm not allowed pets where I live, but I have a cat back home

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[bladedweaponsandswishycoats]

Justice in the Dark and the Art of Translating Vibes (or: Why the drama's kabedon (ep. 18) is actually the novel's car kiss (ch. 75-76))

I've been mostly burying myself in the material rather than reading what anyone is saying on social media but @lunarriviera said I should share this, so here goes.

I really like the way the creators of Justice in the Dark worked really hard to translate emotional beats and preemptively plan for censorship, and I think it does something interesting because it moves parallel moments around to where they need to be given the exercise in translation that an adaptation must perform.

Spoilers for both Modu and Justice in the Dark versions below!

The main one I want to talk about here is the kabedon/wall slam that takes place when they go to investigate the crime scene where Feng Bin was killed.

Obviously, the scene as it appears in the book at that moment in the plot would not have made it into the drama in a million years, even if censorship wasn't the way it is:

So it is a given that there was not going to be an interrupted wallfuck in the drama, and the creators were well aware of that. In many dramas, the usual thing to do would be to say "well, we'll try and do as much as we can, perhaps a generous shove would be allowed."

But JitD didn't do this. Instead they looked into the origin of the interaction and considered where the characters stand at this point.

Previously, a similar divergence already occurred at the point of the car kiss/Fei Du passing out at the front door that happens in episode 13 after having gotten dehydrated and low blood sugar from being sick in the aftermath of Zhou Huaixin's stabbing. The kiss, likewise, could never have been shown in this particular reality. To compensate, the creators of the drama made Fei Du's state during the car ride worse, and likewise heightened the severity of the reaction when it happens.

First with the car ride, in which Fei Du is arguably worse off in the drama. (And I really recommend rewatching this bit, both for the filming and the incredible music they gave this little mini-montage):

Then when Fei Du collapses, in the drama they make him actually fully fall unconscious:

The novel version, Fei Du IS out of sorts, and the general progression is the same, but they do also make out in the car before Fei Du gets out and I think it is reasonable to say on that basis that he's not quite as obviously out of it as in the drama. Likewise, he never fully passes out:

So what happened here is that the creators turned it to their advantage; recognizing they can't have the kiss, they decided to crank up the angst/whump and make Fei Du even more messed up (which, let's be honest, is almost as good). What's more, it is an option that was not available if they had been able to do the kiss. So, in a sense, they have adapted to their constraints and provided us with a "two cakes" option.

This is a good example of what I mean by the translation/substitution. Another one is the way they substitute the flashback childhood fever scene since they cannot do the forehead kiss in the very next set of scenes. But I think folks have probably talked about that already, and it's not the one I really wanted to get to.

So now for that: the kabedon at the start of case 4 (or Verhovensky/Doestoevsky/the Yufen School case, whatever we're calling it). This was the passage I quoted at the start of this post, and it, like the car kiss, could never have appeared in the drama.

And here the drama team again did a translation, but in this case it takes into account not just the novel parallel at this moment in the case/plot, but also the relationship progression for each the novel and drama.

Specifically, in the drama, as stated, there was no car kiss. In addition, the novel sequence puts two other important and relevant sequences between the car kiss and this scene: Fei Du's first and second nights out of the hospital. The first night is the one that involves blanket-burrito Fei Du being handcuffed to the bed and the non-consensual hairdrying (glorious moment), the second involves their first fuck, which takes place the next night, after Fei Du has gotten up for water and interrupted Luo Wenzhou reading Lao Yang's testament, and Luo Wenzhou telling Fei Du that he can't explain everything to him yet, so please give him a few days. I won't go into the excellent translations that do occur in the drama condensed single night of that sequence, but suffice to say, when drama Luo Wenzhou wakes up covered in photographs from Luo Guosheng's crimes 20 years ago and Tao Ran's urgent call, in the novel he's waking up in Fei Du's arms. And so later when Zhoudu are going to the Lovers' Mirror on the crime scene date, this is the first date after the first fuck—in the novel.

Meanwhile, in the drama, there has instead been much yearning and a sleepless night where I am certain they were both horribly desperately wishing they were in bed with the other—but they weren't. (Aside: yes I do also love the other interpretation that the filmmakers were gesturing towards them being together with overlapping cinematic effects, but I'm setting that aside for now, what can I say, I like multiple interpretations, I contain multitudes etc.) Thus this moment is not the same moment as it is when it happens in the novel.

What moment is it?

It's the car kiss.

As far as the relationship beats, Zhoudu are still at the heightened point of tension without much physical contact that their novel versions were at during the car kiss.

And that—that kiss was initiated by Fei Du.

(Aside: yes, I also agree with the perspective that Fei Du was trying to get rid of him so he could go have some quality basement time, and he knew that kissing him would make Luo Wenzhou aroused and flustered and furious—and probably he'd storm off. But people can have multiple motivations and he DID want to kiss him too.)

Anyway it is here (apologies for the long screencap):

What does that sound like?

Yep. This is actually the car kiss.

Tbh I don't care at all who tops and I think it is a boring thing to argue about, but I started thinking about this because I was wondering what the writers in the drama were doing and at first glance this was a surprising scene if watched with the novel equivalent in mind. I was convinced that there's no intentional choice made to invert/reverse anything, because in all other matters the creators have been paying an incredible amount of attention to trying to follow the novel in spirit and vibes even when they cannot do so literally. So why would this suddenly be an outlier?

And thus my proposed answer: It's not. It's absolutely in line with the translation strategy they've been pursuing in other scenes previously, but it is complicated by the divergence in relationship progression between drama and novel, the consequence of which its equivalent emotional/horny moment falls at a different plot moment.

The drama kabedon is the novel car kiss, not the novel kabedon.

[mewfistoe]

I have a headcanon for my MC. (lmao so many headcanons) It’s set probably sometime after Sylus’ nightly rendezvous but before Magnum opus. So their relationship is a little situationship-y and maybe friends-with-benefits-ish but definitely not officially dating.

Honestly this whole HC might be a little bit kinda toxic but oh well!

- - - - -

So, I imagine you and Sylus are relaxing at his place. On the sofa watching a show or movie or something. The show is a loose excuse to cuddle tbh, you guys are really only half-watching it.

He’s wearing one of his cozier outfits. Like the “Unrestrained” or “Soft Distance” one. He’s lying on the sofa with one arm tucked behind his head and the other one petting you softly.

You are sprawled along him. Head resting somewhere along his chest. Your hands tucked underneath his top to touch against the firm lines of his stomach and as he absentmindedly pets your head, your fingers are absentmindedly stroking along the bare skin of his abs.

His legs are on either side of you, cradling your lower half gently.

Suddenly you ask “Sylus? Do you think we’ll still be friends once you get a gf?”

He makes a slightly confused and perturbed sound “….”

“What do you mean, sweetie?”

“I mean…once you get a gf, do you think we’ll still be friends? Will we still hang out?”

There’s a slightly awkward silence. You continue, “I mean…I know that we probably won’t…like…like this,” you helplessly gesture to your current intimate positioning, “probably won’t happen anymore when you get a gf. but do you think we’ll still be friends? will we still hang out and watch stuff together like right now?”

he doesn’t say anything for a bit. the space suddenly feels charged in an awkward and uneasy kind of way.

“…what makes you think i’ll ever get a girlfriend?” Sylus finally asks

You shrug, “I dunno…i mean, yeah you’re a criminal -“ he half snorts at that “and i guess you can be a bit scary before getting to know you…but still, you’re a catch! Someone will probably want to date you.” you tilt your head “Maybe you’ll meet the love of your life soon! Maybe one day you’ll see some pretty woman sitting at a restaurant or at an auction or something. Or maybe it’ll be someone who works at another criminal organization or something…”

He clears his throat awkwardly.

You rest your head back down and give a sigh, fingers stroking along his stomach again. You continue “Sometimes friendships don’t last when someone gets into a relationship.” You pause for a bit, “especially friendships like ours where we’re more…well, you know” you prop your head up on your chin and look at him. he’s staring at you. you go on “i hope we’ll still be friends sylus. I hope your future girlfriend won’t be uncomfortable with our friendship”

he clears his throat again. “you sound so sure i’ll be the one to start dating, kitten. what about you? maybe you’ll get a boyfriend first”

you shake your head, no. “nah. i don’t really see that for myself. i’m going to be single forever!”

he sighs. he places his hand back on your head and gently pushes to have you rest back against his chest. maybe presses his mouth against the top of your head. not really a kiss, but an intimate press of his lips against your crown. “let’s not talk about this for now, kitten. i just want to be here with you right now” he starts to gently stroke your head again.

you sigh contentedly at the sensation.

you two continue watching the show and basking in each other’s presence. the weight of the topic you brought up lightens a bit but still has a lingering presence.

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i have such a thing for the whole “we’re not technically dating but we are also kind of dating but i don’t want to be the first one to ask/say it” trope. prob why caleb is my 2nd loll

it’s prob my fear of commitment tbh

[chimerafeathers]

#MIRAAAAAAAA #Mira #Siffrin #augh. She's so #she's so important in so many ways #hey op do you have any thoughts on how Mirabelle's first response to Sif knowing what her papers are is GRABBING HER SWORD #because that stunned me the first time it happened #and something about it pings as related to me here but I'm not quite sure what yet (via @cellar-whales)

YES ACTUALLY i was thinking about this scene too while i was writing!! just didn't have a great place to bring it up. but. i think it's an extension of her instinctual reactions (negative, aggressive, defensive) versus her needing to consciously choose to be trusting and interpret people's actions as friendly. in combination with her feelings about being teased, it was making me wonder if she's been directly bullied in the past (and how badly?), or if she's just always on edge about that being what's happening because she has trouble telling sometimes, and that's not her natural way of connecting with people.

she's gotten more comfortable with it lately! she even teases back and plays up the drama—i think a lot of her instances of being gently patronizing (ex. "Siffrin, you're so talented! You know so many things! Congrats, Siffrin!" during the tutorial, "It feels like we tamed a wild animal, doesn't it?" at the dictionary) aren't so totally sincere and more her way of getting in on the joke, since everyone else is comfortable with teasing each other in similar ways. she's trying to be playful—Siffrin realizes this in repeat tutorials, actually!

but when it's aimed at her, it's...uncomfortable. Don't tease me, Siffrin. she KNOWS (reassures herself, again and again) that this is friendly behavior, it's affectionate, it's not mean or hurtful (but what if it is)

so Siffrin is poking at these papers that she's really, existentially, long-term stressed about, on a day where she is really, short-term existentially stressed about possibly not having a future to worry about at all, and how the FUCK did he know what these papers are, actually, did they invade her privacy and snoop in her things somehow??? (yes, in fact, sorry about that Mira) how did they know? is he going to mock her for this?????

and then. Siffrin says something that implies that they don't REALLY know as much as she thought they did, so maybe he just caught sight of them while she was lost in thought looking at them here and made some assumptions, and is really sincerely offering to help her out because he cares about her, and mayyyyybe it WOULD be nice to get someone else's opinion since she's so lost here, and Siffrin is so worldly and experienced so they MUST know more than she does about this, right? (well. about that.)

my friend pointed out that she got really anxious in the tutorial situation about fighting Sadnesses, but didn't hesitate to pull her sword on a human being who's also her friend. he suggested that in the Sadness situation, the confrontation hadn't actually started yet and she was anxious in anticipation of it, while in the papers situation she felt like she was already IN the "combat" part of the interaction. i think it's also that...she probably hasn't had a lifetime of constantly fighting Sadnesses, which as far as I recall did exist pre-King, but not nearly as pervasively. but she has likely had a lifetime of specifically human conflicts and anxieties, and all the knee-jerk defensiveness and fear that come with that.

so maybe her recent months of constantly being in survival mode in a very physical, combat-oriented sense, plus her instinctual "THIS PERSON IS BEING MEAN TO ME AND I NEED TO PROTECT MYSELF FROM THAT" reaction, combine to having a combative defense response to interpersonal conflict. and since she's SO stressed, all that happens before she has a chance to talk herself down. end result.....drawing a weapon on a friend! oops!

i really love how intensely Mirabelle reacts to act 5 Siffrin botched friendquest.

Isabeau is mostly operating out of concern and, eventually, hurt. he already knows something’s up before Siffrin gets to him. he knows something truly awful must be wrong for Siffrin to be lashing out like they are, and as soon as he can’t handle the situation anymore, he leaves and asks (with strained cheer) for time apart to cool off.

most of Bonnie’s anger comes from being upset and afraid that Siffrin would willingly put themself in danger for no reason, when that’s exactly why they’ve been so unsettled since the eye incident. they hate that Siffrin values their own life so little, they hate that they’re the cause of any pain or loss for him, and here he is, putting himself in that situation AGAIN. on purpose. it’s loud and explosive, but it’s familiar, too, being “hated” by Bonnie for this reason.

Odile pushes, and keeps pushing, until her concern overwhelms Siffrin and they strike where they know she’s most vulnerable. she gets physical, just for a moment, grabbing his collar before controlling herself and letting go. her fury shuts down into cold detachment, and she walks away.

but Mirabelle—dear, sweet, gentle, loving Mirabelle, “the most wonderful being on earth,” with her secret “ruthless side” that largely involves lightly badmouthing people behind their backs and then apologizing—slaps them. immediately.

and then COMPLETELY RENOUNCES THEIR FRIENDSHIP.

not just “we’re not friends anymore,” but “we were never friends in the first place.”

that’s!!! pretty extreme!!!!

of course, she ALSO starts by asking what’s wrong. something must have happened for him to act like this. but as soon as Siffrin brushes her off, she jumps past that line of questioning and dives headfirst into re-evaluating everything she thought she knew about them as a a person.

if he could say something like that to her and not see anything wrong with it, then she was wrong to treat him as a friend, wrong to read camaraderie into his teasing, wrong to think they must care about them all under their aloof demeanor.

that’s how Mirabelle phrases it—“I was wrong about you”—but i think that there’s a hidden layer of I was right about you, too.

she talks about the way they tease her like she had to convince herself that he was doing it in a friendly way. she says they talk like they “know better than her” like that’s a thought she’s had for a LONG time.

“Always soooo mysterious, Siffrin, always talking as if you're better than me! As if you know me!!! But you don't, Siffrin!!! You're just as lost and useless as I am!!! So stop!!! Talking!!! As if you know me!!!!!!”

none of this comes across as a new, sudden way to view Siffrin for her. it doesn’t shock or confuse her. it makes her angry, defensive, almost like she was waiting for something like this to happen at some point. the feeling of resentment, frustration, jealousy, being patronized and condescended to—this is something she’s been actively pushing down and rejecting this entire time, but they’ve given her ample reason for it all to boil to the surface. violently.

Mirabelle’s kindness is not inherent or easy. it’s a choice she’s making. she treats Siffrin warmly because she gives him the benefit of the doubt—refusing to act based on anxiety-fueled, cynical speculation, and reassuring herself that his actions are driven by care and friendship even if she can’t quite see it.

“I was wrong about you” doesn’t mean she always and without question believed them to be a fundamentally kind, caring person from the beginning—it’s that her first, colder instincts were right, and she was wrong to convince herself otherwise.

never mind that she asked what was wrong at first. she barely gives them time to speak in their own defense, to explain what they really meant by what they said. all of her suppressed doubts and frustrations are getting aired out now, now that all the trust she’d so deliberately placed in him has been betrayed. her pain feels bigger than this singular moment, so when she hurts him back, she makes sure it extends back through the entirety of their relationship for him, too.

“You're awful. You're not my friend, not my ally, not anything. You never were.”

like the others, she goes back to the clocktower and tells Siffrin not to come back until later. but there’s a finality to the way she ends this confrontation that isn’t quite there with the others. Isabeau and Odile reach their breaking point and remove themselves from the situation, asking for space to cool off but still somewhat leaving the door open for Siffrin to tell them what’s really going on at some point. Mirabelle is the only one who tries to fully cut ties—after everything else she says, her “I don’t want to see you until tonight” reads to me somewhat as “I don’t want to see you anymore unless I have to.”

I can’t wait to never see you again.

even back at the clocktower, Mirabelle doesn’t really defend Siffrin’s place in the party when Odile suggests leaving them behind out of concern for their trustworthiness on the most important day of the journey. Isabeau and Bonnie protest out of sentimentality and faith in Siffrin’s abilities and connection to them, and Mirabelle agrees, but…

“I agree, but... B-But would he even agree to come with us, still? Maybe they won't even come back tonight...”

she doesn’t say much outside of that. maybe the stutter and hesitation here are signs of regret about how things happened, but she lacks Isabeau and Bonnie’s confidence that Siffrin even wants to come back to them in the first place. she doesn’t trust that their bond was real anymore. maybe it never was in the first place, or maybe she broke whatever was there herself.

and she’s still mad when they finally catch up to Siffrin at the King! and she makes sure Siffrin knows that—after saving them, assuring him that he no longer needs to fight, that they’re all there for him. she still cares, of course she still cares—she’s still hurt, too, but they can figure that part out once there’s less world-ending stuff going on.

she’s the first to say that they all reserve the right to still be angry at Siffrin later—and that they’ve already forgiven him.

she’s also the first to say we want to stay with you, too. it’s not just you.

she was wrong! she thought they didn’t care but they care so much, it’s overwhelming, it’s world-ending.

i think she’s gonna be wallowing in guilt post-canon the moment she remembers what she said and did TO SIFFRIN and not just what Siffrin said to her. especially now that she knows Siffrin’s exact hangups, and especially especially if she figures out what Siffrin was trying to say.

they put themself through hell out of loneliness and fear that none of the others cared about him the way he cared about them, he was going insane from repetition and exhaustion and hunger and trying to keep them all safe and together, and all they did in the midst of all that was say something kind of mean to her one time (that turned out to not even be MEANT to be mean it was supposed to be HELPFUL they just SAID IT ALL WRONG) and she SLAPPED THEM? and told him that they WEREN’T FRIENDS AT ALL??? how could she!!! she should have known better!! what they said hurt a lot but still!!!

so when they eventually manage to try to talk about it, they end up almost in, like, a guilt competition.

Mirabelle apologizing for how she reacted, that she shouldn’t have yelled or hit him, that she doesn’t want to be the kind of person who acts that way out of anger and she’s sorry that she made Siffrin expect that reaction from her, she should have known better and believed in him more and they only messed up like that because they were losing their mind in a time loop but what’s HER excuse—

and Siffrin going nononono stop I deserved it—(HUH DON’T SAY THAT NO YOU DIDN’T)—and that he should never have said such awful things to her, ever, and she was under so much pressure already with the weight of the country and everyone’s lives and futures and her religion and their whole party counting on her to do this impossible task because she’s the only one who can, all this unbearable expectation and hope crushing her, and they KNEW that but they thought they could skip to the ending as though her feelings didn’t matter at all, like helping her wasn’t as important as saving a little time—

until they’re just. in tears together, apologizing for all the horrible things they did in between complimenting each other’s strength and kindness and resilience and how much they admire each other and saying that no, everything you did was completely understandable, actually, the only one who sucks here is me. which neither of them will accept coming from the other!!

they’re so similar, in ways they couldn’t really understand, before.

warm, affectionate, perfect Mirabelle, the resolute hero, a beacon of compassion and hope for all those around her, who wears her heart on her sleeve, her fear making her courage shine all the brighter—nothing like the insignificant, forgettable Siffrin, too terrified to be known, too fragile to touch, too selfish and disgusting to bear letting go.

cool, mysterious, unflappable Siffrin, the worldly traveler, as charming and silly as they are confident and skilled, who brushed off losing an eye like it was nothing, accepting the risks of this journey with barely more than a shrug—nothing like the anxious, stagnant, underserving Mirabelle, a fraud and a nobody crumbling under the weight of a mission too important to be entrusted to someone like her, doubting herself, doubting her friends, doubting her mentor, doubting her faith, too weak and brittle to bend and change the way the world needs her to without breaking.

not worth bothering others with their problems. they should be able to handle this alone. stay positive, stay calm. breathe in, and out.

they’ll struggle with it, still—the hiding, the minimizing—but now, they understand each other a little better. they can hold each other accountable for what they leave unsaid.

it’ll get easier, eventually. they have plenty of time.

[eleanorandphantom]

Mother’s Day in our loop ⏳❤️💐

As you all know, Miss P is not only our Ymbryne but also our devoted adopted mother, she loves us as her own and therefore when Mother’s Day comes around, we do everything in our power to make her feel loved and relaxed

We start the preparations at least a week in advance, having “secret” meetings after day classes in the library, where we talk about what we want to do and who has which job

The full preparations are the night before, after loop reset we all go back to our respective bedrooms and wait an hour, then we get to work

of course Miss P isn’t stupid, she knows that we are up and doing things, but she knows how much it means to us so she pretends like she has no clue

for preparations, this is what we normally do:

Fiona will go to the gardens and make a table centerpiece of a Peregrine falcon holding a pocket watch in the beak out of a small bush, and then she makes flower streamers(dark purple Gladiolus, they’re her favorite) that Olive hangs on the ceilings. Hugh’s bees gather pollen and make sure all the flowers are well pollinated and smell fresh

In the kitchen, Bronwyn, Claire, and Emma are baking Miss P’s favorite desserts, which include Tiramisu, Honey Rum cake, and Black Forest cake

Horace and myself are busy upstairs in my sewing room, I had sneakily gotten Miss P’s measurements and had been working on a new outfit just for Mother’s Day, she gets a new one each year (here is the design for this years Mother’s Day, picture it with this color palette)

Enoch is working on the cleaning, well he makes his homunculi do most of the work but he still does take part! Surprisingly for such a messy kid, Enoch is quite good at keeping spaces clean (well, besides his own room of course)

Millard is in the library, preparing the Tales of the Peculiar stories that he plans to read, it’s tradition that we wake Miss P up in bed and give her breakfast while Mill reads to us all

once we finish our hard work, we creep back to bed and wait for sunrise where Miss P coincidentally gets into bed (she rarely sleeps at night, as is the ymbryne duty of watching over her wards) but she will still sit in bed and wait for us to sneak in and “surprise” her

We greet her with pancakes and fresh berries, courtesy of Fiona and Emma. Olive and Claire will jump up on her bed and cuddle into her arms while we all gather around her as Millard reads the Tales. Once breakfast is over, we give her our cards and homemade gifts, a pendent, an embroidered handkerchief, her dress. She wouldn’t ever show it but a small tear always falls

We’d then take her around the house to see what we made and then take her for a walk around the beach

After we’d have a lovely picnic in the garden, Millard, Hugh and Enoch would play soccer while the girls and I would sit and braid Miss P’s long peppered hair

We’d end the day with a campfire before reset, and she would tell us old ghost stories that she heard from when she was a little girl

[liedownquisition]

Dickroy people hyperbolically insisting they will kill themselves if Royjay wins and I have to use all my strength to keep myself from going you promise? in response because I have some sense of decorum and basic appropriate conduct 😔

akljdkjl They're SO DRAMATIC about it. Guys it's not that fucking deep. Other statements I've seen include "If DickRoy doesn't win then I'm going to kill YOU" and so on and so forth.

(Sorry Anon, I'm going to use this ask to complain about a different argument)

And the one that's really been getting me because holy fucking shit is the argument that "DickRoy is better because Roy is an actual person in it."

You know, I considered arguing that, actually, there's a lot of great fanfiction out there that doesn't minimize Roy and that the sanitization of his character is largely due to the batfanon black hole that everyone acknowledges most of the time but for some reason with JayRoy it's like a whole separate thing and not a by-product of popular tropes that are generally Bat-centric with everyone else as their accessories.

And by the nature of typing that paragraph I have, in a way, made that argument, but I've also somewhat changed my mind on how I want to really discuss this because I think there's a larger issue at hand here:

Fictional characters aren't people, you cannot erase their personhood because they don't have any.

I'm so sorry about whoever lied to you about that.

A lot of people are mad that JayRoys are willing to engage with and discuss Roy's addiction in an interrogative and compassionate way. They're not going to phrase it like that though. Because if they did phrase it like that it would betray the fact that they would rather ignore that part of Roy's character entirely except perhaps for brief little one-off references

You know, like how Dick Grayson only brings it up every now and then to throw that fact in Roy's face as an insult every time he's feeling pissy, especially when Roy is telling him something honestly kind of fucking true that he doesn't want to hear.

Frankly... I don't actually think I care if most of the shippers did or do erase Roy's "personhood." If I don't like their content I won't engage with it. There are plenty of ships, plenty fo fandoms, where this same phenomena happens all the time. Especially because we are talking about FANfiction.

AMATEUR fiction which is often clumsy and raw and inexperienced, that doesn't know how to realistically step back and have extensive focus or reference to more than one characters' struggles at a time. Even the worst fanfiction is a learning experience for the writer. Over time they might get better, or they might not. It doesn't matter. All that matters is t hat they enjoy themselves, and that other people sometimes enjoy it too!

We're all just out here doing our best, and trying to have a good time. We're not out here to make award-winning fiction, we're here to make the blorbos kiss, because they're not people, they're imaginary dolls and we can do whatever we want with them because it's not for you, we're not appealing to a broader market.

It's just for fun, and I think when you start arguing about character personhood, you're taking it too seriously.

Would I, personally, prefer to engage with depictions that display a degree of understanding of canon and respect for the characterization that's been laid out over decades? Yeah, I won't lie. I like that more. But, what I consider that to mean and what YOU consider that to mean and what THEY consider that to mean are all very different perspectives and interpretations.

There are sooooo many comics. And it's not a fucking crime to not read all of them and remember that in Bleebus Bongo Adventures Volume 4 Issue #516 Beefgus said he doesn't like Lemon Cake when you write your bakery AU and have Beefgus pick Lemon Cake off the menu and claim it's the best one they've ever had and that because they've had so much good Lemon Cake and have a lot of opinions about it in their life it's a real compliment.

There's nothing wrong with changing around character dynamics and relationships for an AU. And, technically, by nature, most fanfiction is already an AU, because it's not canon. And, maybe if they're trying to argue it's canon compliant then maybe it's a little more like "I don't think you and I read the same canon" but I don't really see that tagged a lot on SHIPFIC unless it IS a canon ship which obviously JR isn't lol.

They're just... Look if other people are playing with dolls in ways you don't like then I'm not sorry. That's their prerogative. Stop being so dramatic, you look like a child throwing a tantrum.

And I'm getting really tired of being the bigger person about it when they're taking every chance they can get to be anything but.

[iojg]

Alright, let us get to work! I both dread these chains of long winded posts and love them, and this one is more so in particular -- I really enjoy what we are talking about, but I see here a great potential for talking past one each other. I sincerely hope we will be able to bypass that threat. To that end, I will do the "quoting a part of message and then answering" thing, but I will try not to split our conversation into several different topics we pursue in parallel. To achieve that, I will not quote you chronotopically, instead using quotes to sorta subtitle the parts of my whole argument. I also want to assure you that despite me not quoting large swaths of your post, I've read it in full multiple times before starting to write this, and I'll likely reread it after writing this sentence still. Without further delay,

It's What My Character Would Do

Firstly, I'd like to say that, as far as I understand, you don't hold any animosity towards the hypothetical quoted player here, despite the stated infamy. Rather I believe we both agree that it is a matter of mismanaged expectation between the player and the GM: the first wants to advocate for her character, the second wants to tell her story, which she prepped. I want then to *go on the record* and state that I will from this point speak mainly about games in which "saying what your character does" is the crux of the game -- in my preferred style of game this is THE fun part. Now, I will say something that I believe will underscore the whole matter of our disagreement, and which will be, essentially, my thesis: I believe that there is a kind of prep damaging to this play, and a kind of prep conductive to it, all while there is a kind of improv that is damaging and a kind that is conductive too. I don't believe that the important line lies between prep or no prep here at all.

When that decision was made - right now, or in last night's prep - doesn't matter. What matters is when it's spoken into reality in front of the other players.

Now, I think you are missing something rather important right here. I think the missed part is the most important thing about SIS (I would myself just say "fiction", but I enjoy your partiality to that anachronism, so let's stick to it!) and that it is *how it is managed*. That is, who, how and when gets to decide what is part of SIS and what isn't. I think this social situation surrounding SIS is the most important and meaningful because it is way more uncontroversially real than its interior. Whether GM gets to make up that there is a village in a middle of play is a matter social relations between real people, just as in general who gets to speak when and about what exactly.

The work of a really well-prepared GM who's really good at running a pre-planned game will be largely indistinguishable from the work of a really good 0-prep GM who has instead learned to build the game on the fly. ... However, the accepted default is an extremely high-prep approach, and that high-prep approach often leads to negative outcomes... That's what I'm pushing back against, right?

For my money, actually, there is nearly zero distinction between the two in practice, as far the social situation is concerned, because what is happening there in both cases is that GM assumes a role of some sort of entertaining storyteller by taking control of the story, and making it go wherever she likes. In the first case, she predetermines the matter before play. In the second case, she decides where the story goes on the fly. But the sitch is basically the same if you squint a bit: the important part is that *she decides*.

The kind of play I enjoy, the story does not go where GM wants, the story follows established fiction (contains of SIS). Counter-intuitively, I think GM deciding what's the most fun thing to happen would be is the most ruinous thing to fun here, because it is completely unsupportive of my favourite "It's What My Character Would Do!" style of play, because it relies upon there being emergent consequences for character action. Otherwise, what is happening is quantum ogre sans prep: whatever the characters do, GM makes *whatever is fun* happen. The fact that she doesn't know before the game isn't what's important, what's important is that she *decides*. And to clarify, the problem is not that she doesn't take into account what is fun for the players or not, that's besides the point. The story made up by GM on the fly for the players' tastes is still a story made up by GM. No *finding out* is happening.

Just as you, I imagine here the most extreme scenario possible. You can obviously, for example, establish the situation in full during the first 20 minutes of play, agreeing that what will be collectively made up there is what the game is about. Or, more radically, you can improv it during the first few sessions of play, and then gradually shift to explore it, the way Apocalypse World plays out when done close to text. But if your desired style of play is not GM's story, the shift must occur at some point, and it might just occur between prep and first session.

Now, another important thing is that spreading the GM role around doesn't really help. I will not elaborate at this time, because the whole reply is starting to tire me out, but such measure just basically shifts the problem to game being shared by several storytellers. Still not playing to find out by my definition.

At this moment, I have my attention span killing my ability to write further. I hope it's not too insulting how I practically ignored your second part of the post, but I hope you can see that if I do so at that time the conversation will get really unwieldy. If it's not too much to ask, please tell me if I really need to address some concern of yours before you can honestly reply to me, and I will do so. Again, sorry for not being thorough, and for not ending my response properly!

writing intricate backstories is the playerside equivallent of the gm prep burden

[lotus--pond]

literally just me rewatching the starhorns bits from today and being abnormal (beware is very long)

I literally cannot with the little "aura gets there, manages to say nothing but "hey" before they basically run to Asri and he runs to meet them because he can tell star is upset and they start BAWLING... AGAIN" like its so cute and sweet and I love them and someone needs to draw that, NOW. in my heart they are hugging. in my heart of hearts and soul of souls.

things I am a sucker for in hurt/comfort: "breathe with me", "you're safe here", aforementioned holding someone and they immediately start breaking down, <- all of which happened in stream today

Asri in the tiny chair is so funny to me. he cannot sit correctly. he is far too large. someone help that big man.

Also just... Aura :( my poor guy. nothing went well for them and they're already so stressed out because at that point they had no idea where vic was and their best friend and the only person they fully trust is comatose and people they thought they were friends with just yelled at them and someone who already was not nice to them threatened to literally cut their throat out because of something they did on accident

(just to be clear, I do get where the twins are coming from. Ev's identity should have been his information to share or not share and that's an incredibly violating thing. that and, without much knowledge about how the rest of the starbound world works, it probably isn't super safe to be trans everywhere. that and its just something deeply personal. all three of them (the twins and Aura) have had an incredibly emotionally taxing two weeks or so, but especially these past few days so its understandable that they're not handling their emotions in the best of ways)

(note how I said understandable, not completely excuseable. sort of a sidenote but while many have a hard time with the whole "even if you really like this character and this other character did something that hurt them, you should look at it from multiple sides and not write them off as a complete asshole" I have a hard time with the OPPOSITE side of being like "yeah these characters have reasons for what they did, but they were still acting like assholes and should be held responsible for their actions. you're allowed to be angry or upset with the characters for their choices while still having an understanding of their motivations". listen I just feel bad being angry at characters when I know why they did what they did. listen I have really high empathy I struggle bus. so yeah, do I get why the twins are so upset? oh 100% does it still make me a lil upset and a lil angry at them because Aura is my favorite ? yeah. and that's ok) (I'm also self aware to the point of looking at myself and being like... "honey... you're allowed to not like characters... you know that right?")

both of them saying how they don't have anyone waiting for them off-planet... so like both of their parents are probably dead/ maybe estranged (see my Asrickus theory) right?

"Vesper is an asshole" -Asri. I am EATING UP the bounty hunters/twins beef. and like, Aura and Romeo have directly interacted literally once, but I feel like the whole deal with Aura is gonna be a factor in the whole beef. maybe this peace is more fragile than we thought? idk, but I'm eating it anyway (also I need to see Asri go talk to them about it, I nEED it you don't understand the beef is IMMACULATE) (also I have no doubt that Romeo would probably be on board/on a similar page to asri if for nothing else but the fact that she is already in conflict with the twins.

"and she's not gonna kill you, I'm not gonna let that happen." I think the reason the sherbs didn't have like. active love interests/active love plots was because sherb knew they were too powerful. similarly to how hehay and them having characters who are gay for each other has taken the bound fandom in a CHOKEHOLD because their combined powers are just too much (Also similar vein to the last post I made about how I like the specific kind of protective Vic is about Aura because it is similar. Aura protection squad. them and the TBELT because most all of them were ready to square up)

"I just thought that if I did something for her she would be less mad at me" (sorry idk when this became line by line analysis but you clicked read more and you can stop whenever you want I'm not sorry you brought this upon yourself) but oh my Aura you and your people pleasing tendencies. Unfortunately people like Vesper are not so easily swayed, but star has no idea how people work. Star's only friend for a long time was a literal star. so you know. not human. they are trying this human interaction thing for like. basically the first time. they have a lot to learn (I use the term human very broadly. intelligent light forms more like)

"I think she either sees me as... weak and pathetic or a liar" "if that's all she sees then she's clearly not looking hard enough" LIKE I SAID. FAR TOO POWERFUL.

OH THE FLOWER FIELD I CANNOT. THE FAVORITE FLOWERS. AURA BRINGING HIM THERE AND IMMEDIATELY STARTING TO SMILE AND LAUGH AND BE HAPPIER I JUST LOVE THEM.

I love that they go esplorin together. they are such lil esplorers and Aura has a bunch of fun places they want to show him and eventually Navi and that's so sweet. I am a SUCKER for when characters see another thing and immediately think of/want to show it to another character. I need to watch them go and show the other places I cry about it

also the "thank you for trusting me" "thank you for being here"

also Aura making sure to grab Asri's favorite flower on the way out <3

anyway thank you for coming to my ted talk, I do not plan on being any less abnormal about them anytime soon so you'll just have to suffer through my ramblings tehe<3

[owlithere]

We all know that Jason's relationships (both fanon and canon) are questionable in some way, but I just need one crack AU where Jason just stays in a relationship with all his partners at the same time. Technically and legally, not emotionally. And no, they're not poly, at least not really, mostly complicated. I want him to be married multiple times through different customs and in different countries/places and somehow not divorced properly even once.

Also, an ideal fic for this AU would be one of the types where Batfam finds out about that.

Given Jason's most popular relationships, this AU would have to include such partners of his as: Artemis, Essence, Isabel, Kyle, Rose and Roy. (Of course, I wouldn't include anyone associated with the bat clan here - because the shock wouldn't be the same.)

So let's talk about this mess - how everyone is involved:

First of all, it all started with Essence. We all know that Durca liked Jason, thought he had potential and is their chosen one. She also knew that there was something going on between him and her daughter. So she offered Essence a solution to their mother-daughter conflict, which was simply to marry this boy. He will be her son-in-law, so he will be responsible for all the things Essence doesn't want to be (or Durca doesn't want her to be) - this will also connect him more with the whole all-caste. Essence wasn't sure at first, because she would have to respect her vows if she made them, but then she thought that at some point she would have to have someone to have at least one child with to continue the all-caste legacy, and who was better than the guy she somehow liked and their chosen one. So they get married. Jason is unaware of the significance of the ceremony - he thinks they're celebrating his quick mastery of techniques. He realises it later when Essence essentially tells him (while asking) that:

From now on, if I ever want to use any civilian identity, I will introduce myself as Medea Irene Todd, do you have a problem with that?

And he doesn't, because he likes to think he's found some strange family here in the mountains. And it's not like they want him to stay there permanently - just to be part of their community. He also didn't think the marriage meant anything more than a basic bond, and he didn't think Essence intended to actually exploit it.

Then all-caste disappeared, but Essence is alive (perhaps with their child/children) and it became his problem.

Then came Rose and the first marriage of conviniece. They met on a mission, bonded quickly, noticed they had enough spark to fool around, and married to annoy Slade. Being a not-so-fake couple was supposed to help Rose become more independent. Their time together was to help build a healthier relationship between her and her father. Particularly after a divorce, when he would have been glad that his little girl had made such a wise decision. What they didn't foresee, however, was that there was a chance that Slade would want a son-in-law like Jason. And that he would fixate on the idea of having a grandchild from them. Because of this, they are still married to this day, as Slade has cancelled all their attempts to get a divorce. And he continues to hope that they will get back together. As the marriage was outside the USA they gave up with terminating it and hardly think about it. Surprisingly, apart from the persuasions to reunite with Rose, Jason continues to have a better relationship with Slade with each passing year and to this day he savours when Slade calls him his son.

Dick heard this once before the explanation and thought the hallucinations had returned.

Next up was Roy and a second marriage of conviniece, but this time in the USA. They both realised quite quickly that they needed legal documents to function properly as a unit. And what document can beat a marriage licence? None. Over the years they developed their strange relationship between love and friendship. With time, their joint legal documentation became mixed up with Roy's custody of Lian, so the idea that they might need a divorce if they met someone else was pushed further to the back of their minds. If Roy died in this AU, during the year(s) in which he remained dead, Jason would refer to himself as a widow and look after Lian (shocking the rest of the hero community when they finally noticed because they thought Lian had died earlier). Whether Roy would have died, returned, or functioned properly the whole time, their relationship would have remained at the same unidentified level. Anyone who hooked up with one or the other after they fused knew that they were balancing a poly relationship.

Maybe at some point they separated it but I doubt it.

After Roy Jason met Isabel, his only civilian girlfriend. Unfortunately, they didn't marry, but she almost became his fiancée. She liked the idea of keeping her parents at bay by marrying someone influential. However, Jason's “anti-hero” life was not for her. Neither was being possessed by one of his wives. Nevertheless, the initial plan was used several times before she found herself in a new serious relationship - making a lot of information about the two of them circulate online.

Probably even after she has started a new relationship she continues this farce, as there is little chance that she will find someone equally intimidating.

A little later Artemis appeared in Jason's life and he fell hard for her. As she had her own strange relationship with the amazons, neither of them were concerned about his martial status. While working with Bizzaro, they even came to the conclusion that they might need some paperwork and legal status to be there for Bizz. So they both got married in a random country, which also gave them the right to adopt Bizz and also according to Amazon customs, so Artemis could recognised them as her own. I'm guessing that amazons consider (in their law) a relationship with a man to be somewhat less important, which makes them both look at their relationship as something secondary - regardless of their chemistry. This means that Artemis gets her woman and can introduce herself as Artemis Grace Todd (or Wayne, if need be) and Jason can simply say that this or that is within his amazon wife's competence and introduce himself as Jason Peter Todd, the husband of Bany-Mighdall.

They are a match made in hell in terms of relationships.

Last but not least in this mix would be Kyle and their love/hate relationship that developed behind the stage. They flirted with each other many times during their hopeful days. They then met a few times while Jason was in space. While flirting they somehow got married several times through some alien culture. They realised this after Kyle Lantern's corp profile was updated. They decided to finally try dating on Earth. Kyle wasn't sure what to think about Jason's legal status. But they had a good relationship, so he decided to try and get to know the other five and then decide what to do next. At this point he decided to just go with it, because it's not like Jason is actively with all of them, mostly just Roy, and he and Roy get along surprisingly well ….

If nothing else has happened with the other partners, Kyle and his lantern's profile are the reason everyone has found out about it.

How do I imagine the batfam conversation after they found out?

Dick: And how can you know about relationships, Little Wing? You're not even in one. Jason: Technically I am in 6. Dick, after a few secounds: You are in a poly relationship... ? -- Silence in the Batcave -- Bruce, uncertainly: ..., are you happy in it? Jason, disbelieving: I am not poly. Well, not really I guess.. Tim, quicly: Why are you not certian? Jason: As I said, it is all technically… Damian, with pretension: I didn't realise you had spouses other than Essence. Who are they? Does mother know? Rest of bats, quicly: Spouses? Dick and Bruce, together: Talia knows!? Dick: Are you married and didn't invite us to your wedding?! Bruce, mumbling: Am I that bad ... Are we not getting better? Stephanie, curious: And why Damian knows?! Tim, guessing: Is it someone from the league? Jason: Actually, I'm not sure why he knows, but it's not like I knew about it from the beginning either. Cass: Explain. Jason: So like I said, I technically married Essence in my league days, but she's not exactly league. It's more like a cult of magic... We didn't divorce. Stephanie: Ok ok, but quick question. Essence is only one lady? You said there were 6? Jason: I married her and never divorced her. I married Rose and tried to divorce her 3 years later, but I'm pretty sure Slade undid it…. Dick: Slade undone your divorce... !? Jason, continuing: In the meantime, I married Roy in Vegas. So I guess I'm a widow now? Later on I met Isabel and almost proposed. We hit it off well, but then Essence possessed her, so we ended it, but stayed in touch. I'm pretty sure she's still using me as an excuse not to marry some random man that her parents prefer. Then I met Artemis. She's too Amazonian to settle down in a man's world, but she thinks I'm important, so I'm sure she married us according to their standards... Duke,quietly analysing and judging: Ok, we'll come back to Roy later, but it's still only 5 people? Jason: Nowadays I'm dating Kyle. But we also got married before we started dating in another galaxy. Several times, ...? Alfred: Master Jason, let's get this straight… You've been married over 6 times and I haven't organised a single wedding? Barbara, who has so far listened quietly: Even better, he didn't tell you about your great-grandchild(ren)...

[forsaken-headcanons]

Mod Nooby always likes my headcanons, I might make a name for myself just so they can read my asks again easier (then again, I might be projecting. I read my own asks and the responses to them many times. Can’t help myself.)

More BetrayedSailors hcs! Yippee!

-Gasharpoon is Korean. He’s fluent in the language, as well as English, and knows conversation level language for at least 5 others. Gasharpoon will tell Betrayed she loves it in all of them.

-Gasharpoon is fond of pet names. She’ll call Betrayed “my treasure” “my jewel” “my emerald” “dearest” “beloved” and those same things in Korean. Betrayed doesn’t use pet names for the most part, but he’ll use beloved occasionally.

-At first, Betrayed HATED the fact that they felt love towards Gasharpoon, but after a silly (dramatic, emotional, and destructive) thing happened between them, he kinda just broke down in front of her and started to accept how he felt after that.

-I’m accepting Mod Nooby’s coolkid makeshift family hc as mine now. Coolkid calls Betrayed mom and Gasharpoon 조상 (josang). I intended for the term to be “parent”, but Google translate likes turning it into “father” despite the fact that father is completely different according to the same thing. It still means parent, but father is still a relevant translation somehow. Parent, father, whatever. Coolkid already called Betrayed mom for a bit now, which she’s fine with (she goes by any/all pronouns/labels, after all) but he didn’t know what to call Gasharpoon, so it suggested something for him. Coolkid really likes the unique name, he thinks it’s fun to say.

-Betrayed is touch starved, and Gasharpoon is more than happy to oblige if they need any physical contact whatsoever.

-Gasharpoon is the most loyal motherfucker. Will IMMEDIATELY leave the room if anyone tries to flirt with him or anything. May even get angry and lash out at them in response. Or he’ll just ignore them with disgust and contempt. Betrayed reacts similarly.

-Both are very protective over each other.

-They have dedicated alone times with each other. They’ll sit at a certain spot in the killers’ area, near where they first met, near some water, and have deep conversations and talk about feelings and spend lots of time in each others’ presence. It’s very relaxing, especially considering the chaotic situation they’re both in.

-Gasharpoon was the one who started holding hands. It makes him/means he feels safe with you.

-Betrayed is angrily tearing everyone to shreds and Gasharpoon is smiling and watching in the background, falling more in love.

I have many more :)

ohmagodobess,.., more betrayedsailors,.,. holding them close /silly

what if gashar also calls betrayed his emerald... bc.... gren... HJAGSD SORRY THESE ARE SO CUTEE WE AHAVE NO WORDS

UH UH UH. WANNA ADD ON TO THE C00LKIDD INCLUSION THING (YIPPEEYIPPEE!). c00lkidd has a drakobloxxer phase yea... what if, bc of this, he likes drawing the people he's happy with as lil drakoblox versions. 1x is already a skelebloxx. gasharpoon... gaSHARKpoon... heh.d. do you see our vision

one day c00lkidd proudly delivers a lil drawing of gasharkpoon and suddenly he might be getting bombarded with affection the next day who knows /silly (< we do not know any limbus company lore)

two insane fuckers in love and their even more insane found-family toddler. love them all som uchdakjhsdkljagolhlj;lk /VVPOS

[greythingy]

I was once interviewed in an internet show about not removing body hair, and another girl was also there who talked about being a fashionista tiktok influencer who's fat. I had no following at all on social media but I used to waste time fighting with 'incels' and terfs and antivaxers at my free time and with high toll on my wellbeing.

So me and the other girl were both fat, but she had to my estimate maybe 40 kg of fat more than me. But she was built very unlike me, she was built like the kinda fat body that you see in plus size clothing ads. If you saw her photo from the shoulders up you'll have no idea she is even overweight.

I was so so jelly... and even more than that I was ashamed of myself for feeling that way. My abusive boyfriend of at the time used to shout at me everyday when I didn't wear clothes that I'm allowed and that only skinny girls can wear crop tops and short shorts and have their belly out in public :( and I love dressing like a slut (said adoringly). Haven't spoken to him in 2 years ^_^

I have a straight diagonal line going from my chin to the chest and not angle there at all and only in recent years I started to love photos of myself where its apparent.

i hate seeing fat characters drawn with genuinely well-represented bodies (fat rolls, wide waists, etc) but STILL no double chin to speak of. just a well defined jaw line. even if its ROUND like fat people who DONT have visible fat rolls yet still have double chins!!!! its such a universally unattractive trait even on fat characters auugghh

[humpster35]

The Summer I Met You

Toxic!Bf Matt x Soft!Blackgirl Reader

Part Two

|Contains: cheating, manipulation, slight physical abuse, alcohol and unprotected sex

The walk to the beach felt calming. I watched as the people passing by me all looked so consumed in their own thoughts. I wondered what they were thinking about? Did they feel this emotional after a comment? Do they love the ocean as much as I do?

After exhaling in and out, I finally reached my destination. It felt cold but in a way that made me feel at home. Growing up, back at home there wasn’t an ocean around or not too many beaches. But here…I feel so free. My body is laying in the sand, becoming one with it while the air blowing on my skin mimics my breathing. This is what I came here for, not him. I shouldn’t have slapped him.

In my head I knew what he said was wrong, but he had also been clearly drinking. Fuck. My conscious is guilty. Maybe if I had just ignored him i’d be in Chris’s room now. All you do is run away Y/n. It’s all you’ve known. You even ran away from your hometown. For what?

Sitting up, I looked straight ahead into the dark clouds. Everything was so blue, so deep. I wanted nothing more than to escape there. But I couldn’t, because this was reality and dreams don’t come true. I’m suddenly pulled out of my thoughts when I feel someone fall onto me.

“Hey-.” I started to say but then noticed how attractive the guy laying across my lap was.

“Shit. Sorry bout that.” He stood up and dusted off his blue shorts. He had brown hair, tan skin and the most gorgeous brown eyes i’ve ever seen.

I watch as he sticks his left hand out to greet me.

“Names Hamzah. I didn’t mean to fall on you.” He smiled showing all his teeth. The backwards hat on his head made some of his curls peak out as I took his hand and shook it.

“I’m Y/n. Also you’re fine, I was just uhm.” I looked straight ahead again as the wind blew in my curls.

Hamzah stuck his head forward and looked to where I was looking before looking back at me.

“You were what?”

Realizing how I zoned out I quickly composed myself and shook my head smiling.

“Nothing. Sorry-. I’m just here for the beach.”

“The beach? This your first time?” Hamzah picked up a volleyball that landed in the sand next to us. He only needed one hand to hold it. The bracelets around his wrist made me interested.

“What’s that?” I pointed to his wrist.

Hamzah looked down and smiled. He then brought his wrist up giving me permission to hold it.

“This.” He pointed to a beige colored bracelet that had the word “Martin.” written on it.

“This is a gift my friend gave me.Yea he’s an idiot sometimes and it was for a video.”

I nodded and then let go of his wrist. Oh so must be a youtuber also. I wouldn’t have known of him anyways, Nick told me that I should only watch their videos. But I never got around to it, due to working three jobs to save up money. Nick was the one who paid for my flight out here. I really am grateful for him.

“Oh it’s really cool.”

I sat back down and Hamzah sat next to me.

“Aren’t you gonna go finish the game?” I chuckled.

Hamzah smiled and threw the ball behind him.

“Nah. I think I wanna stare at this view a little longer.” I watched his eyes stare deep into mine. My heart was racing and I nodded.

“Yea I love the ocean too.” I spoke quietly now as the sky got even more darker, making only the street lights visible.

Hamzah stared at Y/n and observed the way her hair blew in the wind, the way her eyes steadied only on the chaotic waves and he let out a low laugh.

“Yea. I was talking about the ocean.”

Narrative Pov:

Hamzah grabbed y/n’s hand and pulled her to the ocean. They both shared a laugh as the waves hit the soles of their feet. The wind blowing hard made some water go into Hamzahs eye. As y/n laughed, Hamzah couldn’t help but notice how beautiful she was. The sky was turning into an intricate pink and purple color, highlighting y/n’s brown skin.

This is what she needed. Y/n needed to get her mind off of anything negative and just enjoy life. Hamzah was helping her do that and for that, she knew she could trust him. She grabbed his body, pulling him closer as a huge wave hit their right side in the background. Hamzah laughed hysterically and every other sound in the world became mute.

After being in the water for ten minutes, the pair walked back to the beach. The pink and purple had disappeared and in came the night sky. Y/n sat next to Hamzah and looked back into the ocean. It was like she was observing the place they had been.

It was a comforting silence between the two as they watched the waves clash into the rocks. The wind blew harder which made Y/n shiver.

“Hey do you want my hoodie?” Hamzah asked while already taking it off.

Y/n looked at him and nodded. She didn’t think anything of it and just thought that he was being nice.

“Yes. Thank you.”

Hamzah smiled softly at her and put an arm around her. Y/n let him and the pair stayed liked this for awhile until Y/n got a text.

unknown number

~where are you?

Y/n Pov:

Who was this? I just bought this phone and only gave my number to Nick. Could it be him? After looking at my phone screen I watched as the number started typing again

unknown number is typing……..

~look just tell me where you are. Nick told me to come pick you up

Hamzah looked at me concerned. I awkwardly smiled at him.

“Will you excuse me for a moment?”

I got up, still wearing his hoodie and got ready to call whoever this was.

Phone call:

Y/n~ Hello?

UN~ Yea? Where the hell are you, Nicks worried. I told him what happened

I paused in my tracks hearing Chris’s voice. I had ran away without even telling Nick I was going out. Was he gonna be mad at me? Shit. I better get home now.

Y/n~ Oh fuck. I’m sorry Chris. Yea I just came to the beach and I didn’t mean to slap Matt—.

Chris~ It’s okay. He’s not even mad. What he said was wrong and I should’ve stuck up for you

It got silent for a minute

Chris~ Please come home. Nick misses you

Y/n~ I know and i’m sorry if I made him upset.

Chris~ I…I also miss you

Y/n~…….

Chris~…….

Hamzah stands up and walks next to me. He smiles at me and takes some sand out of my hair. I muttered a quiet “thank you”

Y/n~ Okay well i’m on the way there.

Chris~ It’s dark outside I’ll pick you up-.

Y/n~No no you don’t have to do that

Chris~ How will you get back then?

Hamzah grabbed my phone and held it up to his ear before speaking.

Hamzah~ Hi. I just met Y/n but I can assure you that she will get there safely

Chris~……Who the fuck are you?

Hamzah~ I’m her friend…I think?

Laughing in the background, I nodded at him and then took the phone back.

Y/n~ Chris okay i’ll be there in like 10

Chris~ Okay.

End of Call

Y/n’s PoV

Ohmygod that was so amazing. I never thought that I would meet anyone else besides Nicks friends. But I guess L.A has more to offer than just mopey sad guys and pollution. After saying my goodbyes to Hamzah, because I decided to just walk back, I watched a car pull up.

Thinking nothing of it, I continued walking up the hill almost reaching the docks to head home. I walked about three steps until I hear a car horn blaring.

“Get in the car.”

My body froze. I knew exactly whose voice that was. What was he doing here? How did he even know I would be here? Why was he picking me up and not Chris? Then I remembered I asked Chris not to come get me.

Narrative PoV:

Matt got out of his car and walked to y/n. He noticed she was now wearing a dark blue hoodie that obviously didn’t belong to her. It fit loosely on her small frame. His eyes never left hers and he simply grabbed her by the wrist and started walking with her, back to the car.

Y/n’s PoV:

I stopped walking.

“Wait Matt.”

I watched him turn around. His hand was still holding my wrist in it as delicately as possible. For some reason I thought he would be much rougher with me, but he wasn’t.

“Why did you stop walking?” Matt’s voice was low and he didn’t smell like alcohol anymore. He clearly had showered and got himself ready to come and get me. But why?

“I wanted to say i’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hit you, that’s not like me.” My voice came out shakily and I anxiously played with the strings of Hamzahs hoodie.

Matt noticed this and scoffed to himself. I felt as he let go of my wrist and run a hand through his brown hair.

“I didn’t even feel it. Now let’s go before Nick starts an amber alert.”

I laughed and nodded. Matt smiled softly at me and we both finished walking to the car. Once inside to my surprise, was a girl with tannish skin and long brown hair. She was beautiful.

Matt looked back at me in the backseat and smirked.

“Oh right. This is Madison. You two havent met right?” His voice was cocky and obnoxious as I watch him pull out a piece of gum from the front of his car. There was a pack of condoms visible also.

Madison smiled softly at me before speaking.

“Hi. It’s nice to meet you. Matt told me he had to pick up Nicks little friend. That must be you right?”

Her eyes shot daggers at me but her tone was soft which left me confused. Sending her a simple nod, Matt started driving home. During the whole car ride, I watched as Matt’s hand would rest on the high part of Madison’s thigh and she would bite her lips at him.

I don’t know why this bothered me so much, but I just turned my attention back outside of the window. The speed at which Matt drove was intoxicating. It’s the perfect amount of slow and fast. I liked whenever he went over a bump, he would let out a low “shit.” This made my body heat up. I had to let these thoughts go though, I glanced back to the couple in front of me and saw Matt’s eyes already looking at me from the mirror.

“Y/n when you get here you go to the room on the right. That’s the room you’ll be staying in.” Matt spoke with authority and clearness. The red light we were at felt like it lasted for an hour. Meanwhile, Madison applied more lipstick and fixed her dress.

“Okay.” I quietly said and felt Matt’s hand rub my knee. He smiled softly at me before turning his attention to Madison and kissing her. While his hand was still on my knee.

Feeling uncomfortable and awkward I try to move Matt’s hand away but he just keeps it there and when Madison moves to kiss his neck he says “good girl.” But he was staring at me the whole time.

“Matt can you guys do that when i’m out of the car?”

Matt rolled his eyes and removed his hand from my knee.

“Don’t be such a prude y/n. Have you never seen someone kiss before?” This causes Madison to giggle and me to blush. I looked down at my lap and thought about Hamzah. Did I wanna kiss him?

Matt noticed this and clenched his jaw. It’s like he knew how to get in my mind. He continued driving until he finally arrived to the apartment.

“We’re here. You can get out now.” Matt blankly spoke as he looked straight ahead.

I didn’t even respond to him, I got out and slammed the door. Hearing Matt’s car pull off I sigh and got ready to open the door.

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[loomiseater]

Hi! I have a request. What about a Smallville Clark Kent x reader! Where the reader! has superpowers and does the whole saving thing similarly to Clark (but is not kryptonian) but whenever Clark tries to talk about it or be friends, Reader! just pushes him away.

You're just like me

warnings: nothing much, a bit of fluff, and a bit of angst.

Criticism is appreciated! I would love to know how I can improve on my writing.

A/N: I hope u like it!! <3 tysm for sending a req in!! feel free to send in more if u like 💝.

SmallVille!Clark Kent x fem!reader

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Written: May 6th, 2025- May 11th, 2025

Published: May 11th, 2025

Summary: You both find out each others secret.

wc: 1,699

I’ve had my powers all my life but sometimes I just can’t seem to control them. My powers consist of mind reading, super speed, super hearing, and super strength. Every now and then I save someones life. My parents and I moved to Smallville a while back and the first day here, something so weird happened. For the longest I thought I was the only supernatural being on this planet, I never knew there was anyone else like me. I saw a boy around my age lift a tractor with his bare hands and I’m assuming his father was under the tractor trying to fix something. My eyes widened, I saw the boys head turn so I quickly sped off back home.

My parents owned the farm next to his and my mom was making me bring over the pie. I in fact did not deliver the pie due to me speeding off after seeing that boy lift a tractor. Was he from my planet or was he Kryptonian? When I got back to my house, I hurried into our new barn and ate the pie my mother made. I didn’t want her to know that I didn’t go over to the neighbors. The pie was really good, even better once I washed it down with a cold refreshing glass of water.

Once I walked back over to the house, I noticed neither of my parents where home. They probably went grocery shopping, our fridge was literally empty, wish they would’ve asked me to come. I was about to bring one of my boxes upstairs to my knew bedroom until I heard our dog, Mia, barking crazy at the door. Someone must be there, I walked over to go check it out and it was the same boy I saw lifting the tractor. My face was covered in nervousness, did he see me see him?

I calmed Mia down and told her to go to the living room and she did so. I opened the screen door to the same boy who was now holding a tray of brownies..those brownies sure did look good. “Hey! I’m Clark, I thought I’d introduce myself since we’re gonna be neighbors.” He smiled. Now that I got a full look at him…he’s fine. “Well, hi Clark!” I friendly said as I shook his hand. “My mother also told me to bring you guys this.” He politely said as he handed me the brownie tray. “Thank you so much! We really do appreciate this!” I thanked. He nodded his head before speaking up again. “Whats your name?” He softly asked. “Y/N.” I smiled.

Clark smiled too and thats when I saw his pearly white teeth, he also had some fangs showing. How are his teeth so perfect? “Are you gonna be attending SmallVille High?” He asked as I nodded my head. “Yeah, I start tomorrow, actually.” I stated. “If you want, I’d be happy to show you around?” He kindly offered. I felt my whole body heat up, I must really like this boy. “I-I’d like that.” I stuttered a bit. Shit! Now is not the time to be embarrassed. I wish I was able to read his mind right now. My mind reading powers come and go for some reason, I haven’t been able to control that yet.

“Good.” He smiled as he placed his hands in his pockets. “Well it’s getting late so I best be getting home right now.” Clark said as he was now stepping of the porch. “See ya, Clark!” I waved as he walked off back to his farm. This is going to be an interesting year…

Two weeks have gone by and I was starting to enjoy it here. I’ve made friends with Clark’s friends and they’ve treated me with nothing but kindness. I also tried out for the cheer team and I am now one of SmallVille High’s newest cheerleaders. A couple of football players have also asked me out or asked for my number but I always politely turned them down.

I was currently at this farmers market event that my parents dragged me to. The Kent’s were there too. My mother has taken a liking to Mrs. Kent, I see. They’ve been inseparable these past two weeks, and now they’ve both walked off to check out the produce section. My dad was with Mr. Kent talking about grilling, I quickly left or else I was gonna die of boredom. I walked off over to the bakery section as Clark followed me over, I could see from the corner of my eye that he’d been staring at me for a while now. He finally had the courage to walk over to me and start a conversation.

“Look who finally came over.” I teasingly said as he playfully rolled his eyes. “I didn’t mean to stare, I promise.” He said with his hands held up in surrendered. “It’s all good. Your parents made you come too?” I asked as I picked up a slice of red velvet cake from the sample table. “Yeah, they always do. I’d rather be at home playing my video game.” He shrugged. I took a bite of the cake and groaned from how good it was as Clark chuckled at me. “This is really good! You gotta try some!” I offered as he took a bite from my piece. His pupils were dilating and he looked like he was in a daze. “This is really good!” He said as he took another bite.

After he took another bite he looked up at me and swiped his thumb over my lips. My eyes widened before he spoke up. “You had a little icing on your lips.” Clark said before he sucked the icing off his thumb. Oh yeah, he’s definitely a freak. I felt my legs wobble as he came closer to me. We were now both leaning our heads in until the grown started to shake underneath us. What the fuck?! Clark immediately grabbed my waist and held onto the beam that was in the ground. “What’s happening?!” I shouted as everyone around us was screaming. “I think it’s an earthquake!” Clark shouted back.

Mom and Dad! “Clark! I gotta find my parents!” I shouted over the noise, I was about to walk off but he pulled my arm back. “It’s not safe! You need to stay here, I’ll look!” He loudly stated but I shook my head. I focused my hearing for the sound of my parents voice and I heard my dad trying to help my mom. I don’t care who’s watching right now, my parents are in trouble. I sped out of Clark’s grip and sped over to my mom and dad. “Where’s mom?!” I shouted to my dad. “She’s under all this rubble! I can’t get her out!” He responded. I used all my strength and lifted all the boulders and and wood my mother was under. “I see her!” My dad pointed out as I saw her hand. I moved the last boulder and lifted her until she was finally in my arms.

She had blood running down from her head and cuts and bruises all over her body. “Take her to the hospital, I’ll meet you both there.” My father told me. I sped off to the Metropolis Hospital. I made my way inside and a nurse came rushing over to me. “What happened to her?!” The nurse asked, referring to my mother. “It was an earthquake! She was buried underneath a bunch of dirt, rubble, and wood.” I stated as a couple of other nurses came over and put my mother in a gurney.

It was about an hour later and my father was finally here. “What’d they say about your mother?!” He worriedly asked as I calmed him down. “The doctors said she’ll be fine, she can go home tonight. They gave her some medicine and said she needs plenty of rest and to take it easy.” I explained. I could see some of his nerves were calmed but he was still a little panicked. He then went inside my mothers hospital room as I waited out in the hallway.

I sighed before turning around and being met with curious Clark Kent. “Clark? What’re you doing here? Are your parents okay?!” I asked as I stood closer to him. “Yeah my parents are fine.” He answered, seeming completely uninterested about them right now. “Then why are you here?” I asked with a raised brow.

“You’re Kryptonian.” He stated. My blood ran cold, it felt like time had stopped. I panicked and began rambling. “W-What are you talking about? I don’t know what that means!” Shit! I am a horrible liar! My palms were starting to get sweaty. Why would he ask this? “Don’t play stupid, Y/N. I saw you. No teenage girl if lifting a 500 pound rock by herself.” Clark stated. I should’ve been more careful! Why was I so careless?

I stayed silent for a bit until he spoke up again. “I’m Kryptonian too. There’s nothing to be ashamed of, I’m just like you.” He said as he tried to reach out for my hand but I quickly stepped back. His kind is evil, I am not associate with Kryptonians. “No! You are nothing like me!” I whisper shouted. I could tell I hurt his feelings but I didn’t care. Not after what his people did to mine. “What do you mean?” Clark asked with confusion. Tears began to flood my eyes as I remember the day my planet was being destroyed.

“You’re people came to my planet, stripped me from my parents! Your ruler took from my father!” I cried. Clark tried to come closer to me again but I moved back. I finally see it. He is Kal-El. Son of Jor-El. “You are son of Jor-El.” I stated with disgust. His name had a bitter taste on my tongue. “Y/N- I had no clue tha-“ Before he could finish I cut him off. “Don’t you ever come near me or my family ever again, Kal-El.” I coldly stated.

Clark was left in the hallway alone with his thoughts.