#ana is a little batshit

[eddiegettingshot]

buck being super superrr weird about eddie and shannon having sex and also saying that bitchy thing about bobby getting them a wedding discount. and spilling all of eddie’s business about ana to a patient. and eddie being so incredibly protective and clenching his fists and snapping over buck putting his life on the line for abby. and buck being really super superrrrrrrr weird about ana and spilling eddie’s business again and not really acknowledging her or talking about her or paying attention to her except to tell eddie to break up with her. and eddie being jealous of buck and taylor but specifically only when they were friends and taylor was infringing on His Place and then not caring about her/trying to play nice when they started actually dating. and the way eddie looked when buck said i think she really sees me and then seeming to not know what was going on with bucktalia until they broke up upon which he said welcome back to the world of the living buck you were missed. and buck being very interested in the idea of things not going great for eddie with marisol and nagging him about her a little bit. and buck perceiving eddie as dating tommy (with neither buck nor eddie knowing he was perceiving it this way) and going batshit crazyinsane wild. awesomeeeeee

[ahamkara-apologist]

you're so right fr. there are so many incredibly written female characters in d2 but there's a mere insignificant pittance of fanworks around them. as a day 1 failsafe lover it drives me nuts how little people seem to care about her. like. maybe bungie was right the fanbase doesn't even see her. and Ada? Ana bray? Elsie? even Eris or ikora? they may as well not exist for how the fandom treats them. but crow is a twink (twunk?) so yknow

A Failsafe stan omg...I'm so sorry my liege you're in the fucking trenches and have my deepest sympathy. I remember when Echoes came out people were like 'eugh Failsafe's humour didn't age well' and I was like...buddy. Failsafe is fucking hilarious. The fact that people were complaining about her humour as if Cayde wasn't the personification of annoying 2014 funnyman is fucking insane to me. I'm convinced that the only reason why Cayde's humour isn't cringe to them while Failsafe and Nimbus's jokes are is bc Cayde is perceived as a cis straight man to the gamerbros (even if there's not a snowflake's chance in hell he is, and robots are inherently trans) while they aren't. And the other girls? Whatever. Practically don't exist as far as fandom is concerned. Again, the fact that Revenant has Eramis as one of the main players in the plot- a nuanced, morally grey old grouch- and yet there is almost NO fan content on her ain't just because Bungie's quality has been piledrived into the ground. It's because she's a woman and a lesbian and thus everything that SHE does is awful and annoying and irrational and hypocritical, when you KNOW that if she were a man, nobody would give a fuck. It would all be 'oooh babygirl I love his dramatic ass' and shit with people crying over how tragic 'he' is and whatnot. But bc Eramis isn't some conventionally attractive twink, it's just radio silence out here. Meanwhile Crow is just a member of the supporting cast, and yet almost all the fanart and fanworks seem to feature him. It's a goddamn travesty, and I'm saying that as someone who likes Crow!

You're wrong on one account tho, and it's that Eris DOES exist to the fandom- but only if it's in ship content with Drifter. Nothing else. Though half the time she's not even acting like Eris bc a lot of shippers seem to think that they're 'fixing' each other instead of bonding over ways to do batshit insane bs in their free time. All her other significant relationships? Out the window. Gotta pare them down to an enemies to lovers trope where slurs are seen as cute. Which is insane to me bc like...the thing that makes Drifter and her relationship great is the fact that they're both freaks, and yet many people seem to want them to fit the parameters of a normal relationship. Like my sister in the light those are two new guys at this point

[double--hh]

Oh! One more pro tip from me.

If you’re going by the timeline where Nacha and Anastacha escapes Francis when they had the chance, I just need to tell you that Francis wasn’t physically abusive towards them. (That’ll be elaborated more in a different post where I talk about what he’s like as a husband/father)

Sure he never hit them. BUT! His methods of keeping his family with him are questionable. In Francis’s eyes, he sees love and obsession as the same thing. His views on love in general are so warped that he doesn’t want to lose the only family he has left in his world. That’s why he needs to protect them, in his own messed up way.

He still loves his wife and daughter as he should have but it’s the most twisted, lovesick way like restricting their social circle and getting mad when Nacha/Anastacha made plans to go out with their friends when he already made plans to spend time with instead. Francis believes everyone is taking away his wife and daughter away from him so he’s the type to monopolise their time together. The neighbours are aware of Francis’s possessive nature because he glared at them a few times when they take up too much of their time. He would even go as far as to kill any exes Nacha has. That was when Nacha and Anastacha drew the line so they escaped. By the time he snaps, that’s when Francis gets more aggressive and controlling over his family. Had the police not arrived in time, Francis would’ve chopped off Nacha’s legs and Anastacha had to bear the trauma of it all.

Just a little bit of info before you start writing. I know fans portray Francis as some manhwa dom daddy or wet cat but personally I love the idea of Francis being secretly batshit insane. You never know what’s behind those tired eyes of him. This is just an AU but I actually want story mode to show Francis being this fucked up person. I wish for that but that’s just my opinion. We’ll just wait and see.

~ SK Francis anon 🔪

Yerrr

I'm going off both Ana killing Francis for my main story and Francis getting detained and put on death row in the spin off when Ana visits him. :3c

I'm so interested in exploring how both Nacha and Anastacha are mentally after finally getting away from ol' Franny boy,,,

So far, I definitely beleive Nacha has GAD and PTSD from the whole ordeal, she's more open than Ana, she expresses her deepest fear to Angus that Francis will one day come back and be even worse than before. :(

Anastacha also has PTSD and becomes so closed/reserved as a person that it takes her well into her 20's to finally open up about how it all affected her... oh boy and does she let Francis have it. :)

Hrm,,, I wonder how much my headcanons will change when story mode comes out,,, (if they do any fuck shit with Izaack, Mia, and/or Angus I will sob and cry) ((it will be ugly))

[the-marriage-market-if]

How were the LIs as kids?

❤ V Sinclair: They were a little terror lol. Most people didn't think that they were spoiled since they were so quiet and serious but than they would turn around and say/do the most batshit insane thing with a straight face. Always tried to "logically persuade" people into doing what they wanted

❤ Mordecai Sinclair: Was an actual ray of sunshine. Super sweet and always smiling, a literal angel on earth. He loved playing pretend and somehow always roped a grumbling V into playing the prince/princess in distress. Anyone who made him cry was then at the mercy of a mini V.

❤ O Belmont: Competed with V for the title of "Ultimate Mini Menace". Was super moody and always scowling at everyone who came near. They used to be besties with V and terrorized London together. They had a fall out when they got older though...

❤ Ana + Tas: Adorable dandere meets feral tsundere. Tas took one look at her and thought "my bunny now but it’s not because I like you or anything!" Meanwhile Ana would try to train him like to behave better like an actual puppy. Any attempt to separate them was met with a raging Tas and guilt trippy Ana.

❤ E Greene: Was actually pretty mischievous lol. They were always trying to steal sweets from the kitchen or kept playing inside and breaking everything. They only behaved when they hung out with the MC so their mother kept pushing them together. She hella regrets that now.

❤ “Wes” Clark: Was super temperamental and always picked fights with everyone. RIP neighborhood kids after Wes were through with them. But he was/is a total momma's boy so he tried to look after her and his many siblings as much as he could. Roughly 60% of his fights were about "defending" his family's honor lol

❤ REDACTED: 100% shifty motherfucker, even when they were little lol. Their mind was always racing to find more ways to earn money. Fashioned themselves as a mini hustler but was always a loner and never got along with the other street kids. “Classy feral” to Tas’s … just feral.

[portvalehq]

an artist at heart, you never even meant to find your way port vale, painted in shades of gray and duller than other places you’ve called home. yet a few years in, and you haven’t found the heart to leave. it calls to you, in a way, promising something beautiful under layers of stone and secrets. you see the vibrant colors beyond the rain, and want to bring a new life to this sleepy little village town.

EMILIA MIRABEL ACOSTA ● CORAL ● THE ARTIST

age & birthdate: 30 & June 26th 1991

birthplace: Cardenas, Cuba

length of time in port vale: 2.5 years

occupation: tattoo apprentice at anchored heart tattoos

faceclaim: Ana De Armas 

HISTORY

Growing up, Emilia had a knack for the arts, the kind of child that like to be stocked up on crayons and coloured pencils so she could spend her free time doodling. It was a hobby she enjoyed and honestly, she was good at it. However, as much as she enjoyed and excelled at art, her parents weren't too fond of her "wasting her time with silly drawings". She preferred seeing her focusing on her studies, having no problems vocalizing to her how they believed this talent of hers wouldn't get her anywhere. It was disheartening to know her parents didn't approve of her exploring a future with something she loved but fighting them on it would be met with threats of her finding her own way without their support. Had she not been so financially dependent on them, she would have stood up to them sooner.

Emilia went along, doing as she was told, working on art pieces whenever she had the chance. She worried her skills would fade away if she didn't continue to practice and that maybe that was what her parents were hoping for. When it was time for her to go to college, she knew she wouldn't be able to convince her parents to let her study art unless she wanted to pay for it herself. Some of her best marks were in science (mostly astronomy) so her parents decided for her that she would go to school for astrophysics.

It was difficult and far too much work and after a couple semesters, Emilia gave up. She stopped going to classes, worked part time as well as doing art commissions to make money before telling her parents she was done doing what they wanted her to do. Once she dropped out she started to focus even more on her art, trying to get noticed and make something of herself. She travelled around a lot, leaving when she felt she wasn't getting what she wanted. 

She almost gave up until she arrived in Port Vale. This was the place that felt right to her. Emilia never considered becoming a tattoo artist before arriving here but there was something about this place but she enjoyed it and felt no desire to leave.

PRESENT

Upon arriving to Port Vale, Emilia didn’t expect to stay for very long. Coming here was a last ditch effort, would she find what she was looking for here, or would she have to go crawling back to her family and admit that they were right all along? She stayed at the inn for a while, not wanting to commit to anything long term. She had to find street corners to set up and show off her art before she got noticed. The idea of working at a tattoo parlor was one that she instinctively wanted to turn down, her parents voices in her head reminding her how people with tattoos were hoodlums and delinquents and that wasn’t something she should be getting herself involved in. But her parents were no longer in control of her life, Emilia was, and the idea of someone walking around with her art inked into their skin was something she wanted to see.

The past two and a half years since she arrived flew by. She barely even noticed how long she had been staying at the Inn until after about a year she was reminded that she could get a place of her own instead of constantly asking to stay “one more month”. These days Emilia feels happier than she’s ever been, currently working on her apprenticeship and working hard on making custom art pieces for the parlor and its customers. She also offers her services in doing freelance photography for businesses that might want it for decoration or for promotions.

PERSONALITY

Emilia is the type of person who always does her best to look on the bright side of things. She is optimistic and has a tendency to see the good in people even if others can’t see it for themselves. When she was younger she was more reserved and kept to herself and her drawings but these days she has started to feel more comfortable with going around getting to know people, especially in a place like Port Vale. She is soft-spoken and kindhearted, perhaps to a fault, she trusts people too easily which could get her into a sticky situation if met with someone with bad intentions.

CONNECTIONS

OBSIDIAN: he is your trainer and inspiration. if it weren’t for him, and his shop, you may have blown through port vale without a second thought. your art caught his eye somehow, so you sit with ink & needles and listen to his guidance. the sadness he carries with him reminds you of port vale in general; the dull, dreary cloud that shrouds the beautiful oceanside town needs a little color, and so does he.

SEAWEED: they’re crazy; fully batshit, and you love it. you wish you could believe in merfolk with the same passion as they have, look out into the ocean and see a whole world beneath the surface, and let it consume your life. they see their fantasy world of mermaids as important as you see your art, so you get them, and they appreciate you for it.

SAPPHIRE: the two of you were fast friends. though your hearts are the same, you couldn’t be more different in every other aspect. they are flighty and anxious, where you love life and laughter. you want them to branch out, and the longer you spend with them, the stranger they seem; so you dig deeper, diving into the connection headfirst. when you become a star tattoo artist, you want your art to be displayed on her skin.

[knightmathias]

task 01: spring play audition ( macbeth ) !

notes: don’t give him macbeth thank u i want him to go batshit LMAO im kidding but rlly dont give him macbeth

i also couldn’t figure out how to put this in organically but mathias def knows that a LOT of the others are gunning for macbeth too!!! but he’s never been worried bc he knows for sure he’s always going to get the lead roles so he never really thinks about anyone else, i think it’ll be great for him to not only NOT get macbeth but not even a really big role full stop ? i don’t think it makes sense for heidi to give him a SMALL role maybe bc he IS technically really fuckin good but i also dont think heidi think it’s Best to give him a huge role anyway like she can see the Laziness in him and “acting for the wrong reasons” / not improving as an actor bc he’s never been in the spot to need to!!!!!!

Calling it a problem sounded so serious, you think derisively. Your hands are brushing over the small packet of coke you’ve placed on the desk, eyebrows furrowed. You’ve got ten minutes until your audition, and whilst Heidi doesn’t seem to be the type of person to appreciate tardiness, you’re not used to bending yourself to follow the rules. So you’ll be late. Big deal.

Calling it a problem, you continue thinking, getting your thoughts back on track. Calling it a problem was silly. An addiction would come in the form of your sister Ana, who could never stop herself. And even then, she’s fine. High every time you see her these days, maybe, but she’s fine -- Bad things don’t happen to the Knights. Only good things. Only good things.

Still, you sweep the bag into your desk drawer instead, out of sight. You don’t need it right now, the temptation was just a little too much when you have the bag in front of you; you’re certainly not nervous about this audition at all. Sure, you haven’t really worked on practising much -- but you never do, right? And sure, you’ve been more distracted as of late -- falling in and out of [the statue’s] bed, preoccupied by Orson’s death. But you either have the star quality or you don’t, it’s what your parents have always taught you. Working hard is good, but it’s for the ones that don’t have it, who want what you have. You’ve run through your lines a few times, you know it’s going to be good.

( And sure, you’ve taken to drinking more and smoking more and done a few more lines lately than would be considered smart. But you don’t talk about that. You don’t even think about that. What’s too much? What’s too far? When is enough enough when you’ve been like this, been around this, your whole life? It’s the glamourous life of theatre, baby, it’s just show biz. )

You take your phone out of your pocket to check the time. 4 minutes. Plenty of time then.

There’s a glass filled halfway of vodka and Coke on your bed stand, not quite finished from the night before. You pick it up and down it, even though it’s gone flat by now. The alcohol to take the edge off, but you won’t admit there’s an edge to you anyway. Liquid luck instead, maybe, but when have you ever needed luck? For the enjoyment, then, is what you reason. Why waste perfectly good alcohol?

By the time you arrive, Heidi’s voice cuts to you, unimpressed. “You’re twelve minutes late.”

“Had to make sure my hair was pretty,” you say charmingly, the cheek usually endearing to others. Orson would’ve loved your response, would’ve grinned and joked back, would’ve said something about the importance of appearance on stage. Orson would’ve ---

But it’s not Orson. It’s Heidi, and she doesn’t seem to think you’re being funny at all. 

“I think it’s best if you just start, since you’re running late.”

But you’ve already made your way onto the stage.

"Mathias Knight,” you say, stage voice on. Your teeth glint white in the light as you flash a professional smile, but Heidi doesn’t seem to return it. “I’m auditioning for the role of Macbeth. I’ve chosen to do Macbeth’s speech from Act 2 Scene 1 -- Enjoy.”

There’s no surprise on Heidi’s face at your announcement of choice, but you don’t let it deter you. Of course it’s predictable, to go for Macbeth and to do this scene, but does it matter what you audition with, when your talent will showcase either way? You want Macbeth and you’re going to get it, you always do. There was no point putting in more work than its worth, when performing Macbeth’s most famous soliloquy did the same job.

Heidi nods, so you take a deep breath and settle into your role effortlessly. You’ve heard the others talk about needing to have an emotional connection to the role they’re playing, and you’ve never quite understood it -- you’ve played characters you could hardly even fathom being similar to, but you’ve played them excellently nonetheless. Acting, for you, is not about the emotion, or the personal, or the leaving of your body behind. It’s about the skill and the technique and the way you perform it -- because that’s what it is, isn’t it? It’s a performance. It’s a performance and you’re conscious of that fact every moment you are on that stage, your own kingdom. You connect with the characters because you need to, but it’s always been on that surface level, knowing you are playing them. You are not Macbeth. That much is clear. But you’re a damn good actor.

“Is this a dagger which I see before me, / The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee...”

You’ve never known fear, or delusion, like Macbeth in this scene -- but that’s never been why you’re so good. You can push passion and emotion out of your voice so well that no one could ever see the difference, you can bend and contort your face in the same anguish and people will believe it. What is a tragedy to someone who’s never experienced the bad? It’s just: tragedy. It’s a word. It means nothing.

( Tragedy: a play dealing with tragic events and having an unhappy ending, especially one concerning the downfall of the main character. )

( Of course you’re the main character, you’re always the main character. There’s nothing forgettable about the way you hold yourself, the way you speak, the way you move. The downfall of the main character. But you’ve not done anything wrong, have you? You didn’t murder Orson. What’s the worse crime you’ve committed? A few stolen grams of coke? Petty thievery, small crime -- who is hurting from your lack of consequences? No one. You were born indestructible. You’re pretty sure you’re going to die that way too. )

( An unhappy ending. Darling, your story is hardly far from over yet. )

When you finish the soliloquy, that powerful feeling that settles in your bones every time you perform, you half-expect an applause. You were objectively good and there’s no other way that that could be twisted. Instead, you look out and only meet Heidi’s eyes, facial expression unreadable. For a moment, you’d forgotten, waiting for Orson to tell you how brilliant you were. 

But Orson wasn’t here. Isn’t it funny it only hits you in the gut every time you want something from him? His approval felt like an applause from an adoring crowd. His approval confirmed everything you’ve ever known about yourself, and you didn’t realise you craved it so badly until you were faced with the absence of it.

Several beats of silence. You’re waiting for her to say something, but when she doesn’t, you say, “So?”

Finally, Heidi shrugs. “It was an impressive performance. Truthfully, one of the best I’ve seen today.”

At that, you square your shoulders, basking in the compliment. What’s the best part of acting for you? You’ve heard others say things like slipping out of their own body and mind, into someone else’s. No, for you, you bleed yourself out on stage for this: the roaring approval.

But Heidi isn’t done talking. She adds, “I just don’t know if it’s enough.”

You blink. “Pardon me, but what?”

“What do you think about when you’re acting on stage, Mathias?”

The question takes you by surprise. “I think -- I think about the role I’m playing.”

Heidi shakes her head. “The thing is -- I just don’t think you do. I think you’re thinking about the praise you’ll get.”

“Is that such a bad thing?” You don’t have a bad temper, you’ve never been forced to. But irritation ignites within you, an uncomfortable and unfamiliar feeling. 

She considers you for a moment, and you’ve never felt self-conscious in your life, least of all on a stage. She considers you for a moment, and you feel suddenly very naked, like she’s looking at something deep within you and she’s not liking what she sees.

“Thank you for your time, Mathias,” she says abruptly.

“No,” falls out of your mouth first, because you’re not used to being dismissed, not used to failing. She said it was one of the best performances she’s seen today, but suddenly it doesn’t feel enough. 

Her eyebrows raise.

“You said it yourself that I’m good,” you say hurriedly. “I’m the best, and you know it. You can dislike me all you like --”

“Mathias, I don’t dislike you --”

“But I know I’m good,” you continue, as if uninterrupted. “When I’m on that stage, it doesn’t matter who likes me as Mathias and who doesn’t; all that matters is that the audience does. I’ve been playing the lead my whole life for a reason, and they’ll all call it arrogance, but there’s nothing wrong in knowing that I’m good. That I’m the best. Who cares if I’m connecting emotionally to the characters? I’m one of the best actors on this program and it’s for a reason, and I’m sorry it’s not the reason you want it to be, but talent is a reason in itself. That’s what Orson told me. Orson said I have what it takes. Orson said I was going to do big things. Orson said --”

“Mathias,” Heidi cuts off neatly, and there’s something in her voice that you can’t place. Pity, maybe? But you’ve never been pitied before. What is there to pity in you? You’re the star. You’re always the fucking star. “I’m not Orson.”

The sentence guts you in a way it shouldn’t, and you blink at the aftermath of your outburst. 

“Thank you for your time, Mathias,” she says again, firmer. 

This time, you move off the stage, towards the door. The only thing you can think about is how badly you need a drink.

[bounnostra]

monkshood O bams O grand whatever trial one O re: ana

A tie, huh. That was new. Not really what Bams had expected them to cap out at either, somehow; a vote more one way than the other still might confirm more than just settling halfway without any further clue, even just in vague Gambit bragging or jeering or similar. Maybe now they could start getting round to which confessions or otherwise were fake, and then go for a nap, because holy shit her sleep schedule was bad normally yes but it had been days-

Oh.

The group actually listened to her?

They were having a Grand Don trial Bams now realised in the light of day that she actually didn't feel prepared for whatsoever? She'd gone into the test with the same energy as her fifteen year old self calling a studying strategy washing down a sleep pill with an energy drink?

As strange a statement as it may sound, Ana's vague gesturing towards their previous discussions was the thing to prevent Bams from making like her fifteen year old self in that test and simply sitting there mentally repeating every swear word she knew by then, actually pulling a half smirk from her. 

"Getting me to do the dirty work, huh, Ana. I see how it is."

But the joking didn't last long: the realisation of the weight of what the two of them might just have started in this room was starting to make itself known much more, every single added gaze on this idea threatening to push Bams further down into her seat and tell them to forget the whole thing, actually. But she swallowed the concerns down, massaging her temples to loosen up her memory before folding her arms and gripping them tight for support. 

"...Okay. Let's see if I can do this justice. Really needs to be said in a more exciting tone, probably, but anyway. There's two facts we seem to know for sure. One, a group having a Grand Whatever is apparently unique to us. Two, there are other people lurking around this place that we've seen, more or less. Claire, Mothman, Benny, and we know Brandi and Mamoru were around at some point. The extra people in the Gallery, who knows. But for the sake of our sanity, let's work with who we know right now."

"Here's where it starts to get weird. With everything we learned - and some stuff we haven't seen - it honestly doesn't sound like an... awful guess to suggest that originally our group started as more people than we see in this room. We never did get that group size question right. We think our original group was all of us who started here except for the Don in being unique, plus Claire and Mothman, plus Brandi and Mamoru. Not plus Benny, because I heard she said she never had a codename..? Still never spoke to her myself. Was a bit busy being a mushroom after we heard about her. Anyway, I think that's 21, which is a number we didn't try for that question."

Her gaze flicked to Scourge, where she mouthed 'brace yourself' before continuing.

"...Anyway. We all get brought in, shit happens as it did here. Claire and Mothman die. Brandi and Mamoru think that's a bit shit, and do... whatever it was that they did. Something bad enough that Gamb had to ban it, and that game was fucked up, basically. Considering how long the murder circus has been going here, just a couple of deaths probably wasn't enough, so. He wipes our memories, plops us back in the waiting room to have a redo- because there is evidence Gamb can... rewrite memories. Like our first motive and our supposed time at Summit. But nothing to prove that he's able or willing to revive the dead, so our group got reduced by those who died in the first attempt."

"...Should probably get to the Grand Jackass, huh. Right. In that little story Ana just launched at my brain at high speeds and I probably butchered there, they get placed into our game to run interference and keep everything being managed. They're even possibly some kind of higher up than Gamb in whatever system out there is deciding to run murder games, here to make sure he doesn't let something like that... gambit slip again. Maybe even censoring him themselves- have we all been present every time Gamb's been stopped saying something..? I don't envy anyone having to try fight a murder owl, but whatever. Kinda combines with the fact that they surely have to have some kind of hand in this game, right. If they were a complete dummy here for whatever purpose, why have people they're working with? Why be reaching out to people..?"

I ran out of serious sprites to break this up.

"...And here's where the request to please be goddamn civil about all this for now comes in. Our current working Grand Mess identity theory is someone who wasn't part of our original group and wasn't memory wiped on the topic of what's been happening here, who might be at odds with our original class' theme for being inserted into it later - if they were even brought into Summit naturally at all. Maybe also sticking with the danger loving and confidence traits, considering this maintaining Gamb thing does require them to be part of the murder game as is. Unless they have a completely OP immunity built in, somehow. Magical luck, some enhancement, I dunno. I realise just how goddamn vague a starting point this might be, but. It's like Ana said. We need to hear other perspectives and knowledge about other people, probably, rather than just us two going batshit in the Gallery. And... it's not a wasted vote if we miss the mark. If we can clear out a bias that builds up, for example- yeah, if this was our last chance circumstances might be different, but... as it is."

...Goddammit. Okay. She had ignored the current conversation long enough to get her serious points across, but the bullshit quota was screaming out for some relief. 

"God. At least take her to dinner first." 

[the1idontshowppleatwork]

I literally pick the best moments to write :D Okay, this is ‘part 2′ of timeline break for Said and Done (Jack’s family is a wee bit more overbearing on the subject of his mental health so he finishes his MSN and misses out on SEP). Also, a test run for Jack’s POV which is not featured in Said and Done itself outside of one or two brief instances. (Would be nice if someone would drop a comment about wanting to read more of Jack’s POV or not). Part 1 with Gabriel’s POV below.

*

For Jack Morrison, on the other hand, the whole day (nearing his twenty-sixth hour since the last time he managed to sneak an hour-long nap in transit) was going to hell in a handbasket. In his own humble opinion, the command and the military intelligence (an oxymoron, as he heard it referred to colloquially quite often) have collectively shat their own bed but who was he to judge? The whole situation was fubar. Fucktangular. Fucktastic without the 'tastic' part. Evacuating the force this size under active enemy fire was an impossible feat. Well, at least until Strike Force arrived to try and slow the growing tide of Omnics which gave them time and opportunity to get to more of the wounded that otherwise would have been left behind as 'acceptable losses'.

And it seemed that it had worked - for some time - until one of them managed to blow himself up on a mine, or something. Figures.

Jack sent the last stretcher back and hunkered down next to them. The woman was already putting down the biotic field when he shouted over the noise.

"Have you checked for shrapnel and bullets?"

"We don't have time!"

"There's time on evac!"

And that's how Jack ended with his nose broken while almost up to his elbow in someone's intestines because the motherfucker just woke up and swung. Really, he should get a medal for not ripping anything more than it already was, and another one for extracting the metal junk when almost choking on the blood that went down his throat. Maybe, even a third medal was deserved for finishing the sutures.

"Okay, you can run the field now," Jack muttered stuffing a torn off part of his own undershirt into his nasal cavities, "and I'm going to lie down and sleep. Wake me when we get there," he added looking at his watch. "I'll need to run some checks on site."

Luck would have it that was one of the fancy crafts and Jack only got half an hour in, definitely too little, but his life was always this shifty mean little fucker that threw curveballs every chance it got.

The base was a small temporary unit running on a skeleton crew with no real medical facilities, with evac orders standing for the next ten hours. Jack spent the first hour calmly screaming at a changing gallery of different bureaucrats through his comms until he got to Colonel Ramiz. At least the rest of Strike Team had fun listening in judging by the comments and the occasional sniggering.

"Sir, with all due respect," by which Jack meant no respect whatsoever, "I want you to know that I have a so-called supersoldier with shrapnel in his stomach, and I need very precise information on how to treat him if he's to be of any use in a day or two. Yeah, sir, I can see how you're just going to fly someone with enough clearance here within the closest two hours," the sarcasm was palatable. "Yes, sir, I know this obviously is a strictly need-to-know basis, so I'm asking you to patch me to Achan Nguyen on the secure channel. Oh, just tell her it's her brother calling, John Francis Morrison."

There it was, the incredulous 'Francis' in the background, and Jack turned to glare.

"Yes, Colonel, sir, 'that' John Francis Morri... Motherfucker!" The line clicked off but then connected again after few seconds. "Hey, sis. Yeah, I'm good. Clusterfuck. Mhm. No, no, sis, I'm good. I got one Gabriel Reyes, shrapnel in the abdominal cavity, removed, stitched as well as I could, but they got those new gen biotics, and the first scan showed abnormal growths on internal... Yeah. No, I can do it, but he goes through anesthesia like candy, and I'd prefer he doesn't break anything more than my nose. No, that all good... Okay, give me a sec," Jack frantically searched for a pen and paper to take notes. "Wow. This would kill an elephant. Thank, sis. Give love to the rest. Yeah, I'm taking care. Yeah, I'm taking my pills diligently. Could you stop embarrassing me in front of the whole Strike Team? Bye. Yes, bye, I'm disconnecting."

Scavenging the needed drugs took about half an hour, another half hour he spent mixing everything together, just in time for the sleeping princess to start coming to. After it became obvious his patient was really out of it, Jack decided to have some fun because, really, who could blame him after a day like this? The guy broke his nose while he just wanted to help, and anyway, he was up and standing only thanks to the copious amounts of caffeine and sheer spite.

"...and, with all due respect, sir, if you try to move your arse from the bed, I'm authorized to jab you with this very big and very blunt syringe full of very complex chemicals with very long names, of which at least two are classified as regular poison, and I'm told they will put you under for around five hours," Jack let his mouth run on autopilot at the man staring at him with something akin to awestruck expression on his face.

"Marry me...?" 

"Did you just proposition me, sir?" Jack blinked. He had his previous patients tell him some strange things under the influence but this was a first.

"Yeah, I did...?" There was a genuine wonder to be heard in the hoarse voice.

"I think trying to bribe a medical officer with sexual favors does classify as a syringe-worthy offense," Jack snickered and stabbed him in the arm with the aforementioned syringe. The cocktail worked wonders.

"So, how's the patient doing?" The woman stood leaning on the doorframe. "Ana Amari."

"Good. And the name's Jack," he muttered while focusing on the image on the scanner.

"Not 'John Francis'?"

"John's my father, and Francis was my grandpa," Jack cut away another fold of new tissue. "Before you ask, you use prototype biotics, they're good, very good, but they're only machines and do what they're programmed to, and do it good, but they get confused when it's more complicated than just rebuilding, like, you know, they go batshit crazy on complicated injuries like here, and coupled with abnormal healing factor, there's going to be additional growths and things stick together, that shouldn't be. Get stuck together, I mean."

"You seem to know a lot about this, Jack," Ana nodded.

"Yeah, you get to use this shit, they teach us about this shit, and sorry, I'm really tired right now, can't really focus on two things at once. Can you hand me the blue laser-pointer looking thingy?" Jack extended his bloodied and towards her. "Yeah, that one. Topical biotics. And my sister was, is, involved in the program, and I really shouldn't be talking about that but screw that, I'll probably get court martial about the whole clusterfuck anyway."

"I'm sure we can put in a good word, or two, on your behalf," Ana smirked.

"Oh, yeah, would be nice, but first let me sleep for a day or two in the brig, can you?" Jack stitched the incision and then applied the nanomachines over it. "He should be waking up in around an hour, and probably be at ninety, ninety-five percent on evac, regardless, you should have him go through a full physical at the closest possible time because there might be still things that slipped past me. Definitely, there are. But," Jack fell into the chair next to the bed with a feeling he would not be getting out of it again, "probably nothing of the kind that's life-threatening or very inconvenient. More than usual. What's his usual anyway?"

"Dorky grumpy," Jack had to admit Ana had very pleasant laughter. "You are going with us, by the way, I'll make him apologize."

"It was nice even if he was tripping balls."

"What, breaking your nose?"

"Oh, that. Sorry," Jack slurred feeling consciousness leaving him. "Need to sleep..."

And then, there was only sweet darkness.

[starryandersen]

I don’t have a prompt number preference, but would you be willing to write more about mat and Tito being fathers???

82) "what happened here?”

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(i just picked a random prompt, but it’s still about the family! ana is 6 & miles is 3)

After Liana visits them over the summer, Ana cannot stop talking about the glitter Aunt Lia had on her cheeks and eyelids. She loves to paint and draw and create, so it would make sense that she’s so into the idea of makeup. At first, Tito is a little hesitant, obviously he’s still pretty new to the whole parenting thing and he doesn’t want to try to enforce any beauty norms on their 6 year old daughter, but she’s just so into it that he can hardly deny her what she wants.

So, he buys her some makeup from, like, Claire’s, cheap, basic things that she can play around with, glittery lipgloss and eye shadow and stuff, and she goes batshit. Sure, Tito may be biased, but Ana strutting into the living room with an Islanders blanket tied around her neck as a cape and bright blue eyelids is one of the cutest things to ever walk this planet.

Luckily, Mat and Tito switch off on days they have to work, so they both get to spend time with the kids equally, and on weekends they get to all be together. It’s a pretty good system. Today, Tito gets home around 3, only one afternoon meeting that he had to be in for, so he was able to have breakfast with the kids and spend the morning with them before rushing off to catch the train. When he rounds the corner, still in his suit and tie, an interesting scene unfolds in front of him.

Mat is sitting at the kids’ play table, knees up to his elbows, balancing a laptop on the edge. He’s looking back and forth between the screen and Ana’s face, who he’s holding delicately in one hand and powdering blush onto with the other. Tito’s heart feels like it’s going to leap out of his chest at the sight, it’s just so goddamn adorable. Ana already has dark, glittery shadow caked onto her eyelids and an impressively steady wing streaked over her lash line. Mat isn’t too bad at this. Tito snaps a picture and posts it to Instagram, with the caption daddy daughter bonding time… thinking @lianabarzal may have had something to do with this.

He’s pulled out of his thoughts by a tugging at his jacket, and at his feet is a happy Miles, also with glittery eyelids, grinning up at him. Tito’s heart melts, bending down to scoop his son into his arms. Miles giggles, which gets Mat’s attention. He stills the makeup brush he’s holding to look back at Tito.

“What happened here?” Tito asks fondly, watching Ana flutter her eyes open. Mat sits back, stretching his shoulders and tilting his head up for a kiss. Tito willingly obliges, straightening up as Miles begins to wiggle in his arms.

“How do I look Papa?” Ana questions, striking a few poses to show off her new look.

“You look beautiful, honey.” He tells her honestly, unable to stifle the grin on his face. Miles makes a noise, tugging gently at Tito’s hair. “You look beautiful, too, Miles.” Tito blows a raspberry into his cheek. Miles squeals, pressing his cheek into his shoulder, dissolving into giggles and reaching for the ground until Tito lets him down again. Mat finishes painting lipgloss onto Ana’s lips before standing up from the table, his knees popping. He pulls Tito in by the tie, brushing their noses together. Ana makes a noise and runs into the kitchen.

“She did Miles’ makeup and wanted me to do hers.” Mat explains sheepishly, stepping away to clean up the supplies and put them all back into the Hello Kitty purse Ana keeps her makeup in.

“You aren’t too shabby as a makeup artist, maybe you have a post retirement career to consider.” Tito teases, helping to throw away the makeup wipes and sweep the excess powder from the table. Mat chuckles. “You’re too good with them, especially Ana. You’re such a good dad.” Mat’s cheeks go a little pink and his eyes soften. He just shrugs, reaching for Tito’s hands. Their lips barely brush before a high pitched voice yells from the other room.

“Daddy! Papa! Miles is chewing on the remote again!” Ana shrieks, and Tito sighs, laughing against Mat’s mouth.

“Duty calls.” Mat tells him, pushing Tito towards the doorway with a smack to the ass, and Tito goes willingly.

[lxst-children]

Spotted at Grand Central, bags in hand, {ELLE FANNING}. No, that’s a mistake. It’s {ECCO}, they are a {CANON CHARACTER} and come from {GOTHAM}. They are {TWENTY-THREE} and I’ve heard they are {DEVOTED}, as well {VIOLENT}. They happen to hold {THEIR} memories. Don’t believe me? See for yourself. 

and the morally decent character trend has ended. TIME FOR MORE BADDIES :D

Welcome to New York, what is your character’s name?

Ecco! (Real name Ana Cheranova but no one knows that)

Where have they been pulled from in their fandom? 

Ecco has been pulled from the end of Gotham 5x03 but I will be updating what she remembered until she dies or is no longer on the show. If she is still alive by the flash-forward episode, I’ll make up why she was gone, plop her accordingly, and pull her from right after the events of No Man’s Land. If she dies (which I’m kinda thinking) I will pull her from probably mere seconds before that. 

But settle in kids, her backstory before then is a bit of a doozy. 

Ecco was born in the middle of a hospital in the middle of a city, to completely average, middle-class Americans. There was just one minor inconvenience in her story, that being her parents were Russian spies, planted in their adolescence. She grew up knowing her heritage, her destiny, her life plan set out in front of her from birth to death. Be the perfect All-American child, go to some upper-middle college, join the CIA, have little Russian babies, teach them the cycle, combat training at night. Rinse, repeat. 

She lived a normal life on the outside, attending private school and generally being perfect, excepting the fact that she wouldn’t talk to anyone and had a habit of mowing down four or five bullies in a row. 

It was at this school she found Jeremiah Valeska, his calculating eyes watching her chest heave, a ring of would-be-tormentors fallen in a perfect circle around her. It was then the two decided to become friends, though no prior conversation was needed. Ecco was Jeremiah’s quiet, violent shadow. Where he went, so did she. Whoever hurt him, she returned tenfold with nails that cut deep and a concussion from a sledgehammer. 

Her parents were, understandably enraged when she rebuffed their life plan to go to live with Jeremiah in Gotham. It was the only city with enough room for him to build skyscrapers and his own maze, the only place Ecco knew she could protect him from his brother. She’d follow him anywhere, do anything for the man she had been in love with since she was ten years old. So when the bombs detonated, the smoke cleared, and Jeremiah was asking her to recruit, how could she say no?

It was this request that led her to put a bullet in her brain. Scar tissue forming around fractured nerves, frontal lobe destroyed into fraying pieces. She was as scattered as her mind, but it was all worth it. Ecco was always the first to follow him, it would only be rude if she didn’t go through initiation along with all the other good little ducklings. 

She may be violent, but no one could fault her for being devoted. 

With the curse, how has your character’s life changed? 

Ecco has not changed! Sure, she has no idea where she is and may have “commandeered” an apartment and it’s steady stream of unemployment checks to keep herself sheltered, but she’s still crazy lil Ecco. 

Do they have a job, and if so what is it? 

Does robbing banks count?

Is there any other information about your character that members might find helpful?

Ecco’s canon inspirations are Isabella Cheranova and Harley Quinn. With the information I was given, I squished both of them together to hopefully have a backstory as complicated and strange as the rest of this show’s fie villains. 

That being said, she’s batshit insane. She’s more likely to murder you if you cross her at the grocery store than be your friend. But she’s buckets of fun, I promise. 

[bisexualhobi]

ana i don't know if this is can be controversial but what's your fave bts album and what's your fave shinee album and also your thoughts on hobi in bucket hats <3

omg hiiii al thank u for the non controversial but still fun question!!! ahhhh this is a little hard to do because my top 5 favorite songs are each in a different album KDHDKDHG so i will go by cohesive units and not just pick an album with some bops

my fave bts album is the most beautiful moment in life: young forever <3 first of all you gotta be batshit crazy to open an album with intro: the most beautiful moment in life which is frankly one of rapline’s most underrated songs. it has EVERYTHING: i need u, autumn leaves, ma city, silver spoon?? RUN DOPE SAVE ME!!!! whalien fucking 52!!!! HOUSE OF CARDS? they went the fuck off with this one. no wonder it won them their first daesang bye

for shinee tho.... it’s not that simple. i have a very complicated relationship with shinee, as someone who’s only known them for six months. saying the story of light: epilogue feels a little weird in my mouth, but. idk. it’s the first shinee album i listened to. but after listening to their older albums it’s undeniable there’s... a missing piece. and the story of light IS such a perfectly, beautifully crafted album but...... the production on ODD is quite literally the most brilliant production in the history of kpop. so i’ll cheat and say those two are #1 for me. 

jkdsfhrk and my opinion on hobi’s bucket hats is that i used to hate bucket hats until i met this man and now i want a bucket hat for me so!!! yes!!! he is perfect in every thing he wears but bucket hats are his they just are 🤧 he makes them WORK and he looks adorable 😍😍💞💞💕💓💘

[scribbles-by-kate]

Thoughts on 7.11 “Secret Garden”

I really liked this one. Yes, it was Zelena heavy, and she’s not at all my favourite character, but I’m definitely seeing a change in her from previous seasons. She’s still somewhat sarcastic and quippy, but she’s also matured from when we knew her before. It was interesting to watch this story play out.

Zelena and Robin - Zelena is a good mom. I don’t think that can be questioned. Ok, I hate how she got Robin, and I hate that that was never dealt with, but I accept that she loves her daughter. I mean, she was willing to die in her place, and she was worried about her getting into magic, so she does really care. Initially, when she had the baby, she seemed to view her as a way to get one up on Regina, but then she seemed to develop some maternal feeling. I felt like that was quite well handled at the time, so I’m glad to see that she has been a good mother to Robin. Robin is your typical teenage tearaway, and it was interesting to see Zelena’s reaction to her daughter choosing Gothel. Zelena clearly still has issues about not being chosen, which it will be interesting to see dealt with before the show ends, if they’re going to deal with it.

Robin is 18 - so, if she’s the same age as Gideon, then that means that, as Robin and Zelena arrive in EF2, Gideon is starting his studies at Elphame Academy and RumBelle are moving to the Edge of Realms. That’s dependant on time moving at the same speed for everyone (until RumBelle end up in a realm where we’re told time moves differently), so, really, the time line is not that wonky. No one looks their actual age, of course, but that’s probably to do with the fact that it would be expensive, and time consuming, to have to age everyone up for every episode. Let’s just go with the idea that magic keeps everyone young, or no one but the children age in the magical realms, and leave it at that.

Gothel is Mother Nature - or an iteration of her. Well, I suppose that was obvious. I had thought she might be another version of the Dark One, but I suppose she still could be. She does seem to be a villain anyway.

The Resurrection Amulet - this seems to be our Deus Ex Machina for the season. We’ve already seen it save Lucy. Perhaps it will be used to save Henry down the line as well. And I can guess who’d be putting their life on the line for him - the one person who’ll actually be happy to pass over to the other side. I am glad that they specified what exactly the amulet can be used for, because that cuts off any suggestion that it could be used to bring Robin, Bae, or Belle back. Not one of those people would be happy to have another person sacrificed for them anyway. Using the amulet to save Lucy only works because Tremaine did it willingly, and because Tremaine is responsible for her predicament anyway. I suspect we’re going to see that amulet again anyway. I wonder if the red stone is the Firefly Ruby that Tiana had, that Facilier ended up with…

We all experimented - um, Regina? Don’t you remember what you did in your experimental phase? Uh, you cast a curse? I’m not sure we want that for Robin, do we? Zelena’s quite right to be concerned about her daughter messing around with magic without someone to show her how to use it responsibly, and since that can’t be her, she’s worried. Interesting that Regina was kind of irresponsible about leaving her mother’s book with her niece. That strikes me less as cool aunt and more as irresponsible aunt who won’t have to deal with the consequences. Regina may be redeemed, but she’s not perfect.

Hook and Zelena - this was a fun dynamic. I liked them snarking at each other, but ultimately finding common ground.  I loved Hook’s speech about love making you fearless and encouraging Zelena to show Robin how much she means to her. Colin is really getting to act this season, now that he doesn’t have to play lovesick puppy any more. I’m sure he’s having a great time. Interesting to see Zelena compare herself to her father as well, and remembering his mistrust of magic. I suppose having magic didn’t really lead her to a good place, so I can understand her being worried about that happening to her daughter too. Robin seems more well adjusted than young Zelena was, though: young Zelena was kind of batshit crazy…

Rumple being as truthful with Rogers as he can be - I really, really love this! It’s so clever of him to come up with a Land Without Magic explanation for what’s going on that Rogers will understand. It works really well. He’s telling him the truth, essentially, just leaving the magical aspect out. I love him asking Rogers to trust him as well, but letting Rogers figure out the truth on his own. It just shows how patient Rumple has become. He’s wise enough to know that sometimes you have to let people come to you. And Rogers realises something isn’t right with Eloise, and he comes back, ready to trust his partner. This partnership is becoming so interesting. I really do hope they wake Hook up soon, though, because they’re kind of getting limited in how they can have these two characters interact. I’m surprised Rumple doesn’t try to wake Hook up, but perhaps you have to start to wake up on your own first, like Regina did. Alternatively, he could be trying to protect Rogers from Eloise, because once Hook wakes up, he’s going to be devastated and want to go after her.

Henry is a believer - I love that he asked to be tested too. He’s coming back to himself!

Tremaine and Drizella - Drizella finally got to give her mother a piece of her mind. Tremaine was kind of horrible to her this episode, asking for help, but belittling her at the same time. That was unkind. Very interesting to hear that the lanterns were Drizella’s idea. Why was Ana the one sending them up into the sky, though? Because Drizella was too young, maybe? I think Drizzy must have been about ten at that point, so really too young to be handling naked flame. It was odd that she wasn’t most receptive to her mother when she returned, but perhaps it was just that she was overwhelmed, or maybe shy.

Madame Leota - I don’t really know who this woman is. I’m not familiar with the Haunted Mansion, so her whole speech went over my head. I wonder if we’ll see her again.

Who was Gothel’s mentor? - Madame Leota or someone else? Interesting that Gothel sees herself in a mentor role to Ana. Not like she really cares all that much about her. I loved, in that scene at the table, how Gothel moved her hands around the table to calm Ana’s magic down. I’m not sure if that was in the script or an acting choice by Emma. If it was Emma, then it was a really good acting choice.

Zelena and Regina - I loved their little moment in the cellar and then her smashing the sign! Poor Regina was all miffed :) Interesting that they ran the bar together. I wouldn’t have guessed that. I’d thought maybe they were rivals or something. I really like Zelena’s empathy towards her sister, with Henry not remembering that Regina is his mother. Zelena feels things for other people now, where she didn’t before.

Tremaine wants the amulet to wake Lucy - she wants people to know she isn’t a monster either. It’s interesting that this is coming after the scene with Drizella, and the one where Ana learns what she did. Seems Tremaine is starting to question her own motives. I found it interesting that she and Regina were kind of compared there, and it’s interesting that Zelena and Regina are looking to use the amulet without paying the price. Tremaine is right to question them on that. Rumple would too. It’s like have they learned nothing about magic? It’s really naive of them to think they can get off that lightly anyway.

Why did Gothel want Ana? - She was looking for the Guardian, but was it for the Guardian’s purity of heart or was it for some other reason? And is the Guardian always meant to have magic? Because we didn’t see Tremaine with magic before she took the fairy’s wand. Does Gothel want the Guardian for the purpose that Rumple wants them, or for another reason? Because it seemed to me like she was looking for a powerful magical source so that she could drain it dry. She had Robin in her clutches, but Ana seems more powerful than Robin, so was she just looking for a powerful magic user, and that person happened to be the supposed Guardian, or was she looking for the Guardian for some purpose we don’t know yet? It’s just weird that she thought Tremaine might be the Guardian, but Tremaine didn’t have magic back then, but now Ana has magic and is supposedly the Guardian. It’s odd. The two don’t seem to fit, unless Ana is the Guardian, but Gothel is also draining her magic… I can’t figure it out anyway. It certainly seems she doesn’t have good intentions for Ana anyway.

Zelena getting her magic back - I actually don’t mind this. It’s not like she got it back an episode after losing it, which is what I actually thought would happen. They obviously decided she should be without it for a long while, and that she should be turning her life around in the meantime. On this show, too often, things are fixed too quickly, so I’m pleased they didn’t do that this time. Zelena’s sacrifice was made to stick for nearly twenty years. In that time, she seems to have become a better person. I like that. And I don’t mind Robin giving her her magic. It was her choice. It’ll probably be easier for Robin to find herself without having magic that she’s not able to use very well. I like Robin taking after her father.

Tremaine taking Drizella’s place - well, that’s the one good thing she’s done in her life. It doesn’t make her terrible deeds disappear, but at least she proved she loved Drizella. And it seems some of Rumple’s words to her stuck. He asked why she was trying to save one daughter instead of having a relationship with her living daughter, and it seems that some of that sunk in at the end. I thought Gabrielle was very good in that last scene. Poor Drizzy, though. Her ‘I don’t know’ was heartbreaking. I suspect we’re going to see a lot of confusion ahead for her. It’ll be interesting to see if they redeem her now, and if Regina will have any role in that.

Who poisoned the doctor? - That’s interesting. And why did he take the test results? That’s odd. I’m pretty sure it was a man who did it, because those were very big hands in those gloves… I didn’t think genetic tests like that came back with ‘confirmed parent’ on it? Wouldn’t it just have a percentage match? Like, a high percentage would strongly indicate that Henry and Jacinda were Lucy’s parents. I suppose they simplified it to make it clear to the audience that Henry is Lucy’s father, and not Nick.

[eachmagicalpage]

Book Review: The Upside of Unrequited

Released: April 11, 2017

Synopsis: Seventeen year old Molly Peskin-Suso knows all about unrequited love- she’s lived through it 26 times. She crushes hard and crushes often, but always in secret. Because no matter how many times her twin sister, Cassie, tells her to woman up, Molly can’t stomach the idea of rejection. So she’s careful. Fat girls always have to be careful.

Review: First of all, DRUMROLL PLEASE FOR ANA’S EPIC COMEBACK! *crowd cheers in a distance*

Okay, so maybe that was a little over reacting, but hey, let me tell you, I SERIOUSLY MISSED READING. After not reading anything for almost a year and a half, I am glad to be back. So, onward with my review.

Okay, I’m just gonna say it. I am the EXACT personification of Molly Peskin-Suso. The anxiety, the crushes, and the fat. Definitely the fat. Although the book kinda looked like it was downgrading fat girls in a sense that nobody would like us just because we are fat, I as a fat person felt all those things Molly was feeling. It was hard, admitting to yourseld that someone could actually like you, flaws and all. And no. it wasn’t a low self esteem thing. It’s just something I, and maybe some fat women too, feel before they get a first actual boyfriend.

So let me tell you this; I was gone for a year, not just because of my studies, but because aling the way, I met a guy. And he was actually my first ever boyfriend. Like, real life, not virtual. And it was an overwhelming feeling, that the moment Molly and Reid actually became real, my stomach felt the same butterflies as Molly felt. Because that was my actual reaction with my first boyfriend (now, sadly, ex-boyfriend). It was such a journey reading this, because I felt the exact same things Molly was feeling, the frustration, the jealousy over Olivia and Reid, the strong sense of taking over when she and Will had a moment in the bungalow, the rejection over her and Will in that same bungalow, EVERYTHING. And that is why, I loved this book with every fiber of my being. Because hey, it felt like someone, even if it was fictional, on the other side of the world, isn’t the only one feeling the same as I do while I was having the time of my life discovering boys, and kissing, and sex.

And hey, it’s not bad being rejected. I was so afraid of rejection before the ex, that just like her, I get a crush, and I’m crazy, just avoiding that person, because I’m very transparent and I don’t want him discovering I have a crush on him. Because honestly at that time, I was always thinking no one would ever like me because of my weight. That’s something that runs through your head when you’ve never had an actual relationship for a long time, combining with the fact that you’re fat. But having a boyfriend opened my eyes to a lot of things, and I don’t know if this happens to everyone, but I feel more confident with my body know. It’s like knowing there is hope, that there are people out there who’s gonna love the fuck out of you, no matter what you look like, or how batshit crazy you are a person. So yeah, in a way, I am Molly Peskin-Suso. A braver Molly Peskin-Suso. I have never related to a character so much in my life, and now, I’m so glad I did.

Rating: If I could rate this a million out of 5 I would, gurl

[analeil]

Wake up!

A knife. It was in her hand before she could stop herself, before she even realized that it was drawn. Where had it come from? Did that even matter? No, it didn't. What mattered is that she had the tip shoved up against the feline's ribcage, poised to strike. The only thing that stopped her was the slow blink that the trolless offered down to her.

"Tasey..." Analeil started, her voice shaking. "I'm going to ask you, only once, to very slowly get the fuck off of me..."

[analeil]

SICK&TWISTED

Hurk. Okay.

Apologies ahead of time.

azerothiantales

She had waited until the firelight had nearly died in their campsite before moving. She knew he was asleep, the quiet, slow way that his chest rose and fell against the bare skin of her back a telling sign. She knew, however, that she would not disturb him by moving. No, the drugs she had given him would have been working deep within his system by then. Analeil raised her hand and scrubbed at her lips with the back of it, wiping away any of the dried residue from the toxin. She wasn’t fearful of ingesting any of it herself. Years and years of use, and she had built up a partial immunity to it. Too much and she felt a little woozy, but it never truly caused her to lose consciousness. Bonus points for her. One would think that after falling victim to it so many times, Riaevis would have caught on to her games. Apparently not.

The blonde peeled herself out from beneath his arm and the makeshift blanket crafted of their conjoined cloaks and made for the opposite side of their tiny camp. She perched on a rock and duck around in the pockets of her tunic before withdrawing a small vial and one of her knives. The liquid it contained was a bright, bright green, so bright it was nearly glowing in the quickly fading firelight. She popped the tiny cork on it and was even more careful as she began to spread the contents over the tip of the blade, all the way to the middle of it. Sure, it gelled in place after a moment, but the substance she was using wasn’t one that she could merely build up an immunity. No, not this one. This one was lethal to anyone, anything. She wasn’t going to take any chances with it.

Analeil rose to her feet as Riaevis rolled on to his back. She held the blade out and away from her side, keeping it from accidentally touching her skin. She drew herself over Riaevis’ body, seating herself over his hips. It caused him to stir, to blink wearily up at her. The blonde rogue raised the blade over his chest, poised to strike.

“Send my regards to Gallaria, will you?” She spat, plunging the blade in between his ribs before he had the chance to question her. He tried to scream, but to no avail. The already damaged lung wouldn’t take in the air he so desperately needed, and just to punctuate the point she had already made, Analeil ripped the blade from his flesh only to bury it into his skin again, somewhere else more discreet. 

She peeled herself off of him and left the blade within him, quickly gathering her clothes and gear. She had become a professional at gearing up on the run, and now was no different. While latching up her tunic with one hand, she kicked over a bucket of water on to the dwindling fire and dove, releasing Errusea’s bonds with the other. Before anyone could notice otherwise, she was gone, lost to the shadows and leaving Riaevis to writhe around in a pool of his own blood while the corrosive poison slowly ate away at his insides.