#and he got the stealing out of his system at the beginning of the relationship

[ironyscleverer]

I'm thinking about Blitz's tendancy to push people away by acting out and like. His usual M.O. is to start a relationship, get spooked, and then do something destructive to make the other person hate him, right? Verosika confessed her feelings, so he freaked out and stole her car and credit card. Cool. Good system.

But his entire relationship with Stolas was already built on theft, so that would've made it very hard for Blitz to do his usual routine, even if he'd wanted to.

Stolas: I have feelings for you.

Blitz: No you don't. I'm gonna steal your shit.

Stolas: ...okay? Bring it back when you're done?

[crow-ur-beloved]

various jrwi headcanons because the worms in my brain (potential autism) wont shut up. no real plot spoilers except for one, but its marked :]

the suckening:

shilo is like vampire immunocompromised, which added to the pile of reasons his mom used to keep him inside the castle because she didnt want him to immediately get 37 different diseases and Die. (if vampires can have allergies then id like to think they can also get sick. i dont actually know if thats possible in the vtm system but i dont care they can in my heart)

genderfuck/genderpunk afab emizel. i feel like thats the only label he'd use, if he had to have one. i dont think hed label his sexuality because he wants to be an enigma. but he Definitely likes men.

bizley said in the qna something that can Only let me think of shilo as aromantic. maybe aro And ace... i dont remember what he said exactly aughhgh i wish i did...

shilo fidgets with his hands like all the time. his mother and uncle tried to get him to stop and sit still because it wasnt very princely and whatnot but my boy needs a fidget toy. i think hed go craaaazy with an infinity cube

i feel like me saying arthur bennett is a bisexual doesnt even count as a headcanon like i think thats just a given. i feel like itd be more surprising if i said i thought he was straight. all beautiful beautiful vampire men have to be lgbtq. its the law actually

arthur never officially broke up with mary. mans just Left one day without warning. probably left a note that said "sorry. -arthur" on it. i doubt he had it in him to say goodbye to her face or his reasoning for it (he thought hed inevitably hurt her because of what he is and what he did to the people he loved in the past, because bad luck seems to follow him everywhere... oughh he makes me ill). he definitely used finding a new lead on anya somewhere else in the country as a good reason to dip. at least, as good a reason as it couldve been for him.

maybe controversial but i 100% think arthur and magnus had a one-night stand at the beginning of their relationship, before magnus met jerome, and they never talked about it again and pretend it never happened. cannot explain how real this is to me.

riptide:

ftm chip who 100% innately knew he was a dude since the moment he could think. like when the black rose pirates picked him up, he got confused when they started referring to him as a girl at first. probably never got The Talk from them, so was Very confused when he hit puberty. Reuben reluctantly helped him steal to pay for top surgery.

since tritons live at the bottom of the ocean, they would have eyes that are far more sensitive to light to allow them to see better since little light gets all the way down there. gillion was Immediately blinded by the sun when he surfaced and still gets headaches from how bright it is in the oversea, but they've gotten better the longer he's been up there. tritons are built to adapt to all kinds of conditions, so his eyes have slowly been getting a darker bluish-purple the longer he spends above the ocean; they were originally more of a light blue-grey.

in tandem with the last one, chip thinks hes either going crazy or a bad friend because he Swears gill's eyecolor is different than last week but how could that be possible, thats not just something he can do, right? why would he be able to do that???

if gillion gets knocked onto his back without warning he does that thing that sharks do where they get paralyzed for a bit when they get flipped upside down. its scary because he can see everything but cant do anything. he also definitely forgot to tell chip and jay about this fact and scared the Shit out of them the first time it happened around them.

gillion can also change his sex like some fish can. its the reason he can lay eggs. i think this makes it safe to say genderfluid/nonbinary/generally trans gillion tidestrider is highly possible and even probable in this headcanon. what im saying is t4t fish n chips.

not to headcanon all my favs as trans but i cant help it. it is the highest honor i can bestow upon them. anyways. mtf jay ferin. ava always knew and was the first person jay came out to. jay was also 100% named jayson after her father and went by jay most of her life anyway as a nickname and just decided to stick with it instead of picking anything else. may was always very openly-supportive of her. jayson was as supportive as a generally strict, overbearing, unsupportive-in-everything father can be. jay totally came out to him and the first thing he said to her was something like, "as long as it doesnt interfere with your navy training," and may promptly kicked him under the table and made him say something nice.

kiras trans too btw. she came out before jay and helped jay discover she was trans. and that she liked women.

(spoilers for 109 and beyond) chip can't entirely remember what he looks like. everytime he focuses on the illusion of hiding that hes practically just a skeleton now, it changes just a bit. freckles in the wrong places, the wrong shade of orange for his flame tattoos, too much light in his eyes, too much muscle on his arms. jay notices it but cant bring herself to say anything. she knows the illusion is meant to keep everyone from worrying, but, everytime she sees something off about it, she just remembers what he really looks like underneath, and that somehow feels worse.

blood in the bayou:

all these bitches gay as hell. kian is pan. rands got a lot of internalized homophobia. rolan probably too. its the 80s, man.

apotheosis (haven't finished it yet so idk how true these'll be lol):

agender rumi. godbless.

also rumis a theater kid. he got the lead in every musical he auditioned for because he could literally just shapeshift. theyd make up a new identity and appearance for every role and get to know everyone on the cast and then mysteriously drop off the face of the planet as that person when the production was over and nobody would know it was them.

peter has actually tried All Kinds of things. weed. yoga. multilevel marketing schemes. you name it, big chance hes done it at least once and didnt like it. he doesnt know how he ends up in the situations to try it, either.

[multific]

Rorschach Being in Love with You - Headcanons

Rorschach x Fem!Reader

Warnings: mention of violence, smut

Of course, in the beginning, he would deny it

He thinks it's better if you stay far from him

And yet, he keeps coming back for you

He often watches you sleep or do daily tasks

And you pretend you don't know he is watching

It was a simple system

Until one day

It was a late evening, you were let off from work later than usual 

Recipe for disaster and for men to take advantage

You ran, but there was nowhere to hide

But of course, you were saved

And from that day on, he never wants to leave your side

And he only does after making sure you are home, safe

A relationship with Rorschach is difficult

And even with your history, it does have a lot of challenges 

But you love him and he loves you, that should be enough

He would always come home late and sleep through the night

But sometimes, on occasion, he would come home early

Sex with him was a bit of a struggle, especially in the beginning

Given how his mother was, he had to get used to having a woman's touch

But once he got comfortable, nothing was off the table

He would refuse to do anything that would hurt you.

But other than that, he was open especially if you wanted to try something out

Rough, angry sex with him is like magic

It was a way to take out his anger 

And it was in a way that pleased you very much

He would pound you so hard, you would lose feeling in your legs for the next few hours and your legs would be sore for the next few days

But he can be gentle

Those are what you would call, love making

When you prove to one another how much you love each other

He likes to pull on your hair and fuck you from behind

He likes to have your legs around his neck as he eats you out and then fucks you

Scratch his back all you want, he will not complain

You can ride him if you ask nicely

He can be so dominant, you absolutely loved it

He would tell you what to do

And he loves to get blowjobs, again, while pulling on your hair

He would call you all kinds of names, Darling, My Love, Sweetheart

He would never degrade you, don't ask him to call you a slut or a whore

But he can call you Kitten, Princess or My Queen

Just imagine riding him, the bed is creaking as you keep moving, all you can feel is his cock inside you and he calls you "My Queen."

But he makes sure you come first before he does

If you tire him out, he won't leave for the night

But there are nights when he just comes home for a quicky before going back to fight crime

You would call it a simple life

But it was your love

And you are the only person who can call him Walter without him killing you

He is not the type to go or to take you on dates

But it doesn't mean he can't or won't enjoy a night with candlelight and food

Soft is not a word you would use to describe him

But he can be gentle with you

And he wants to be better, do better for you

It was love

Undeniable love

Not even he could do anything about it

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[7ndipity]

Smile

Jimin x Reader

Summary: When you come home from a terrible day at work, Jimin’s there to comfort you.

Warnings: lil angst, swearing

A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this! I’m sorry it took me a bit to get to, I got stuck. I hope you’re doing better, and if you ever need to message and vent, you're more than welcome to!

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Letting out a relieved breath as you let yourself into your apartment, you let your things slowly slump to the floor, kicking your shoes off haphazardly to rest next to them before padding off through the house.

You’d had what was easily one of the worst days ever at work, the usual hectic chaos of your shift topped off by a particularly rude customer who’d wound up yelling at you over something you didn’t even have control over.

You’d done your best to keep your calm and manage the situation, but it’d still been upsetting. Even now, your hands were still slightly shaky as you leaned against the kitchen counter, taking another deep breath to steady yourself, more than ready to bring this awful day to a close and not think about it for a while.

“Hey.” You jumped slightly at the soft sound of Jimin's voice from behind you, relief flooding your system as you turned to see him standing in the doorway, eyeing you curiously.

“Hey,” You said, straightening up as you tried to keep your voice light. “I thought you wouldn’t be home til late.”

“I managed to get out rehearsals early.” He said, concern evident in his face as he studied you, coming over to rest his hands on your waist. “Everything okay?”

“Mhm.” You tried to nod, but you could already feel your resolve wavering, vision blurring with tears as your eyes met his.

“Sweetie,” He frowned, pulling you closer, his touch gentle as if he was worried he might break you. “What’s wrong? Talk to me.”

Since the very beginning of your relationship, Jimin had been your safe space, where you could let your walls collapse and you would be okay, shielded by the warmth and protection of his embrace. The same touch that now allowed the floodgates to open, all your frustration and stress from the day pouring out as you buried your face in his chest, managing to tell him what had happened in between muffled sobs.

“But, Love, that wasn’t your fault.” He tried to soothe you, stroking your hair as he held you close.

“I know, but it doesn’t feel that way.” You mumbled. “Maybe I could’ve done better, or maybe I-”

“Hey,” He caught your chin, tilting your face up to get you to look at him. “I mean it, you didn’t do anything wrong. You did the best that you could do, and if those assholes couldn’t see it, that’s their fault, not yours.”

You bit your lip, trying to stem the flow of your tears as he softened his tone, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“You’re so much more patient than me though,” He commented. “I would’ve probably punched that guy.”

“You would not.” You said, letting out a weak chuckle.

“Would too, I would’ve given them a whoop-ah!” He squawked, miming a karate chop and making you burst out laughing.

“There’s that smile.” He said, grinning as he leaned in to press another kiss to your lips. “You know, I think your smile’s my favorite thing in the whole world?”

“I thought it was my eyes?” You asked, stealing another peck.

“I can have more than one favorite!” He argued, making you giggle again. “You want me to list them all?”

“I don’t know, is it a long list?” You asked.

“Yeah, it takes a while to list everything about you.” He said, making you blush, before leaving another soft kiss on your lips.

“Thank you.” You whispered.

“Anytime.” He replied. “Do you wanna watch a movie or something? Might make you feel better?”

“Can we just go to bed?” You asked, feeling better just from being with him.

“Of course.” He nodded, spinning around and hooking your arms around his shoulders so he could carry you on his back, making you let out another laugh.

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[curvingsunsets]

If your requests are open still, would you be willing to write a little something for Jamie taking care of a sick reader - I feel like at the beginning of the relationship he’s very “pls be sick somewhere else” but as time goes on he’s such a caretaker

I ADORE your characterization of Jamie so even if you don’t end up writing this (I know how life enjoys making things difficult), then just think of this as a love letter to your writing <3

a little blurb for the boy!! Hope you like it :)

The sound of pounding on your door was the first thing to wake you up that day. The alarm you’d set “magically” never went off, causing you to sleep in way later than you should’ve. You slug yourself out of bed, the feeling of sleep never really leaving your head. Making your way to your front door, you almost wince at how loud and persistent the banging on your door was.

The annoyance was interrupted as you swung the door open, a concerned Jamie revealed to be on the other side. You couldn’t get a single word out before he was flooding you with questions.

“What’s goin’ on? Why haven’t you answered my texts? Why are you soaking wet?”

The last question made you raise your brow. “I’m no-“ the gravel in your voice taking you aback. “I’m not soaking wet. Just woke up in a sweat is all.”

You watch as Jamie takes a very large step backwards, the hood of his sweatshirt now covering his mouth and nose. “Are you sick? Don’t get me sick! We can cancel our date just don’t get me sick!”

“I’m not si-“ you’re cut off by a sneeze. A moment of silence rings between the two of you before you catch his arm, urging him not to go back to his car. “Please stay! I’ve missed you and the thought of lying in my bed alone all day is my worst nightmare right now.”

“We’ve got a game soon! I can’t get sick!”

“You gave a game in three days, Jam! Please stay with me. I’ll let you pick the movie.”

He makes eye contact with you, easily succumbing to your request when he sees your puppy dog eyes. “Right, I‘ll stay. And i love you, but don’t you dare come any closer to me,” he extends his left arm, keeping you as far away as he can while following you inside.

——

The two of you made refuge on the couch, Jamie glued to the opposite end and stealing glances at you from across the room.

“It’s not that bad, you meanie,” you teased.

“Babe,” he started, “my body is a temple. I can’t risk even the slightest bit of illness or i’ll throw off the entire game. You really want Dani to make the winning goal?”

You groaned, falling back into the pillows of the couch. “I couldn’t even get a little kiss?”

He nearly jumped off the couch. “And let you poison my immune system?!”

You sighed, missing the affection your boyfriend would usually shower you in. “Could we at least hold hands?” you pout, extending your palm towards him.

That he couldn’t say no to, and rubbing soothing circles into your knuckles.

——

Time went on, and whatever it was that was slightly bothering you in the morning only got worse. Your voice was almost entirely gone, and you were simultaneously sweating buckets and shivering. The two of you were laid out on the couch after he went out to get some soup.

He came back, fully anticipating to keep away, but when he saw your sleepy face he changed his mind. He looked down at you, bundled up in your fluffiest blanket, a tissue in your sleepy hand. You hadn’t even realized he had come back you were so easily drifting off.

He put the soup down on the coffee table and sat down on the couch next to you. “C’mere, love,” he mumbled, pulling your head into his lap.

You barely knew what was happening since you were so sleepy. Once Jamie started playing with your hair, though, you were out like a light. Your slowed breathing was what made him pause the TV and look down at you with adoration. “If you get me sick, you’ll never hear the end of it,” he placed a sweet kiss to your temple.

[gojozaiacc]

THIEF, H.Brown

Hobie Browne x fem!!supervillain!!reader summary: y/n and Spider-Punk have always had a complicated relationship, torn between fighting and flirting most of the time. But that gets put to the test when danger is afoot. tw!! swearing, kissing? violence, sexual innuendos notes - I am yet to read the Spider-Punk comics so if some of this doesn't seem accurate to his world I do deeply apologise- I'll be doing research whilst writing to make sure I don't mess anything up for him :)

"COULD YOU ACTUALLY KEEP WATCH THIS TIME?"HER ACOMPLACE, MAX, SPOKE TOWARDS A DAYDREAMING Y/N.

She snickered and glanced to him. --"I always keep watch."She said simply. He hummed in response as he picked the lock of the British museum.

"And yet somehow- Spider-Punk always somehow manages to stop us before we can even steal anything."His tone held annoyance to which she only grinned in response. --"Spider-Man."She corrected with a pointed finger.

"He hates being called Spider-Punk."She informed him, shrugging after receiving a look from Max. --"Are you certain you don't know his identity?"He scoffed, returning to picking the lock.

"Positive, Max."She lied, her blue eyes moving to staring straight forward.

Her relationship with Spider-Punk was weird from the very beginning but it only got weirder when she figured out who he was under that funny-looking mask.

Hobie Brown.

What's funnier about her knowing his identity is that he has no idea that she knows. She had seen him unmask in an alley months ago. And though she wasn't entirely close with Hobie, to begin with- she knew if she started randomly speaking to him a lot more than she normally would it would arise suspicion.

Believe me, she wanted nothing more than to randomly start speaking to him more, get to know the man beneath the spider-suit but she ultimately decided that it was a terrible idea.

Hobie Brown was better off not knowing that she knows.

"Alright, I don't trust you enough."She snapped her offended attention to Max who had finished picking the lock. --"You get the stuff and I'll keep watch."He ordered.

She sighed but nodded in agreement. --"At least I don't get the boring job this time."She hummed as she disappeared through the museum doors.

Her long blonde hair cascaded down her suit which prompted her to lift her hands and tie it into a ponytail. y/n came from a long line of family burglars unfortunately so she knew exactly how to dress and act when she was stealing from somewhere.

Thus she was dressed in a black bodysuit, and combat boots sat on her feet. She also wore a mask which was tied firmly around her head with a piece of thick ribbon.

Tilting her head back, she glanced around the museum with a small smile on her face. She had never actually been to a museum before. She never had the opportunity to due to her father's demands.

Reaching into her hip bag she pulled out a pouch of white dust. Emptying some onto her gloved hand, she put the pouch back into her bag.

Swallowing nervously she lifted both hands, slapping her hands together so the dust could spread around the room successfully. Within seconds she could see where the security lasers in the room were.

There weren't many, surprisingly.

Eyeing the ones in front of her, she took a few steps back before running forward- successfully dodging the lasers. She stood in the middle of the room just as her phone buzzed.

Her eyebrows pulled together in surprise as she pulled the device out. Her father was always strict to not send anyone messages during a heist so her phone buzzing was incredibly surprising.

MAX - LOOK OUT!! sent at 23:28

Just as she was about to make her way back to Max to figure out what the fuck was going on there was a loud bang.

This loud bang was an explosion coming from the front of the museum. Her eyes widened as she started running towards the back- taking notice of how the lasers had disappeared- the security system must have been destroyed.

Another explosion sounded- this one packing a way bigger punch than the first. The force of the explosion sent her flying, nearby exhibits collapsing at the impact.

She had collapsed to the ground, curling herself up into ball to avoid any pieces of structure falling on her. Once the shaking of the building had come to a stop she pushed herself up to sit on her knees, her eyes wide with confusion.

Just as she turned her attention to the front of the museum a group of thugs come waltzing in, guns in hand. And Max in hand.

Her gaze darkened as she rose to her feet, catching the attention of the one in front.

"well if it isn't, Black Cat."He snickered, he pointed to Max with his gun carelessly. --"Should have known you'd be here if you're little bitch was."He spoke.

She hummed as she walked closer, stepping over pieces of wreckage. The man instantly turned the gun on her prompting her to lift her hands up in defence.

"Drop what you've nicked."He demands. She chuckled and shook her head. --"I haven't even stolen anything yet."She informed him.

The click of his gun is heard as he fires a warning shot to the ground just next to Max, causing the man to flinch in surprise.

"You think am an idiot? Drop it."the gunsman snapped at her. The second the sentence left his lips a web shot out from above, sticking to the mans gun and pulling it away from him.

"Nah."A familiar voice spoke and y/n had to fight the smile on her face. --"I reckon you're an idiot, mate."

Hobie dropped down out of nowhere, standing a couple of feet away from y/n. --"Good one, Spider-Punk." she told him sarcastically, smiling brightly in his direction that she had no doubt he was scrunching his nose up at.

"Don't just gawk you fuckin' idiots!!"the shooter snapped to his men. --"Shoot them."He demanded.

This demand had y/n snapping her head forward in surprise just as an arm suddenly wrapped itself around her figure as she goes flying suddenly.

Hobie, upon hearing the demand had instantly grabbed ahold of y/n to swing her to safety somewhere. He didn't want her getting hurt in the process of him taking these shooters down.

He landed them somewhere behind a pillar, that was as best as he could do without risking being shot at.

"My hero."She mocked as she pressed her back against the pillar, peeking around the corner. --"'don't believe in heroes."He reminded her and she chuckled and glanced at him.

"Then what exactly are you doing, spider?"She mocked. He shrugged and gestured to her, --"Rescuin' a damsel."He responded just as mockingly.

"Lucky for you"She reached into her boot to pull out her own handgun. --"I don't need rescuing." she spoke, leaning forward to glance around the pillar.

"Where the fuck did you get tha'?"He asked, surprised at the weapon she had pulled. --"2293 mind your own business street."She responded as she suddenly moved from one pillar to another.

"What is with the mask? that one's new." He gestured to the mask on her face. --"Oh you don't like?" She teased, turning her head to his.

"Didn't say that, love." He responded, smirking underneath the mask. She smirked and leaned forward a little, --"I'll be sure to wear it more often, then."She told him. His gaze fell to her thigh highs.

"What else you got in those?" He questioned, gesturing to her boots. The smirk never wiped from her face. --"Wouldn't you like to know." She retaliated, her eyelids hooded as she stared up at him.

Hobie swallowed as y/n suddenly moved again from the pillar they were behind to another one, her gun drawn.

He debated staying by her side but ultimately settled on taking down the shooters before they actually hurt someone. y/n watched him disappear up to the roof and she turned her attention forward.

She wasn't actually considering killing anyone, the gun was simply for protection. Spotting one of the shooters she sneaked around the edge of another pillar before running forward and sweeping his legs with her own causing him to fall to his back, she kicked his gun away with her feet and delivered a swift punch to the side of his head, knocking him out instantly.

The click of a gun made her snap her head to the side in surprise only to see the same shooter as before, this time with the gun pointed at Max.

"you're ruining everything you bitch, "he snapped at her as her eyes flickered to Max. --"Let my brother go."She demanded, her voice strong.

The shooter only chuckled at the demand, failing to see the way she had angled her gun in her hands. --"Not happening."he mocked just as she pulled the trigger.

The bullet lodged itself into the shooter's foot. He let out a loud cry of pain, releasing Max as he fell to his ass. y/n rushed over to her brother to make sure he wasn't injured which he wasn't thankfully.

But she was too busy checking on her brother that she completely missed the gun that was pointed in her direction.

BANG!!

A bullet came hurling in her direction, grazing over the corner of her shoulder. A loud cry of pain passed her lips as she doubled over, her hand instantly flying to her shoulder.

Max's eyes widen and he instantly grabs the gun from y/n's hold, pointing it towards the man who had shot at her, shooting him straight through the shoulder.

y/n fell to her knees, grunting in pain as she pressed against her injury. Max kneeled down next to his sister, a worried expression on his face but he knew they didn't have time to dilly dally here.

"y/n, hey- look at me."He cradled her face in his hands. --"We have to get out of here before we're taken."He reminded her, nodding towards Hobie who was nearly finished up with the last remaining shooters.

She huffed out and nodded her head. --"I know. You take the roads I'll take the alley like usual."She mumbled as she stumbled to her feet. Max shook his head.

"You're injured we shouldn't split up-"He attempted to argue but shut up the second y/n shot him a look.

"Road way. Got it."He mumbled, taking a few steps backwards before running off.

Turning her head, y/n kneeled down next to the guy that she had knocked out, ripping off some of his shirt to tie around her injured shoulder.

----

She staggered down an alley, a hand pressed to her shoulder instinctively. Her hand clutched the gun she had stolen from the man she had knocked out, worried she would run into more trouble.

Tonight could have gone a lot smoother.

Not only did she get injured but she had failed to steal anything of meaning from the museum. Boy, was her dad going to be pissed at her and Max.

Perhaps that was why she was taking her time walking through this alley. She could have been home a while ago but she slowed her steps- wishing to enjoy the peace she was getting in that moment.

Not to mention she was going to have to be stitched up and she knew that was going to hurt like a bitch.

"That looks like it hurts a belter."

Her eyes widen and she instantly spun around, the gun pointed at the source of the voice. She relaxed somewhat when seeing Hobie hanging there, upside down, his face covered by his mask.

"Are you following me, bug? I'm flattered." She mused taking a step forward as she dropped her arm holding the gun.

He only chuckled in response. --"You're a wanted thief aren't ya?"He asked sarcastically to which she hummed and nodded her head, pouting her bottom lip as she walked closer to the upside down man.

"You have to be a good thief to actually be wanted."She said with a chuckle, deciding to slip the gun into her boot. She raised an eyebrow, --"You not going to take me in?"

Hobie didn't respond for a moment. --"Nah. I'm not gonna to take you in, y/n."

She was surprised to hear her real name come from him. --"Ah. You know my name now." She put on a brave face as she lifted a hand to pull off his mask. --"Hobie." She finished as she pulled his mask off fully, clutching the fabric in-between her gloved hands.

Hobie didn't have a surprised look on his face. He looked calm and concerned. --"How long have you known?" She questioned after a moment of silence.

"A while. You?"

She raised both of her eyebrows. --"Ditto."

She lifted a finger to press against his eyebrow piercing. --"Always liked you're piercings." She hummed, dropping her eyes to look into his brown ones.

"You goin' to get on with it or not?"He said boldly, she quirked an eyebrow as she scoffed a small laugh, taking another step forward.

And as she leaned closer, she glanced down, taking his shut eyes as consent enough to press her lips against his. Her hands lifted to rest against the side of his face, no longer caring that her shoulder was in agony cos holy fuck she was kissing Hobie Brown.

Hobie, being upside down of course, leaned into the kiss as much as he possibly could but left all the work up to y/n who moved her lips tenderly against his.

They had both wanted this for a while and now knowing who one another was helped significantly with getting across the finish line.

Hobie dropped one of his hands from above him to rest on the back of y/n's head, pushing her further. His fingers tangled themselves in her blonde ponytail, taking enjoyment in twirling chunks of her hair between his fingers.

Of course they knew they couldn't do this for the rest of the night and they are reminded of that fact when a sudden pain shot through y/n's arm causing her to let out an abrupt gasp of pain against Hobie's lips.

She hissed and retracted her lips, leaning her forehead against his chin as she removed her hand from his face and placed it over her injured shoulder.

"you need patchin'" He informed her like it was old news. She chuckled through the pain and nodded her head, shutting her eyes as she tried steadying her heart rate.

The thud of him dropping to the ground in front of her didn't make her open her eyes, she kept them shut, resisting the urge to squeeze her shoulder.

"you can crash at mine, tonight."He told her. Now that did make her snap her eyes open.

"What? Hobie I can't, my dad-"

"You're dad's going to be nicked tonight."he blurted out causing her to pause, her eyes wide.

Hobie was fully aware of the difficult situation that y/n was in with her dad. All of her friends knew that she had a weird relationship with him. And when Hobie found out that she was Black Cat he finally understood why she always seemed so afraid to even mention him.

y/n's dad had been forcing her to steal since she was a child but that could all finally stop if he was going to prison.

"You're free, y/n."He informed her.

y/n hated her father. Always has. He had taught her to steal since she was 5- abusing her when she refused. She had never wanted to be a thief in the first place, she wanted to be an artist. But her dad had always only had money in mind.

But if he was going to be prison she wouldn't have to do this anymore.

Without warning she had lunged forward, wrapping her arms around Hobie's waist. Hobie didn't hesitate to wrap his arms around her figure, accepting the hug without a seconds thought.

She pulled back, a small smile on her face as she lifted her hand to pull off her mask. Hobie smiled at that. She handed him back his mask as he noded to her shoulder.

"Let's head to mine."

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a/n this was so shit and I apologise- I was actually thinking about making this an actual book on my wattpad cos I like the idea of this very much- I had to rush everything into this one I apologise- apologies if the kiss seemed rushed- if I do decide to make it a book it will be the complete opposite I promise!!

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Hi hi I can't stop looking at your ocs zeno is so cutee pls can you say more abt them?? How did they meet? How sentient is Zeno? Is Martyn a robot thing? Can Zeno change the icon on the screen? From fish to smiley? ahhhhhhhabskahks

HEY, IM ACTUALLY SO HAPPY PEOPLE LIKE MY OCS!! Down below, I'll answer some questions :D

If you dont care about some long winded oc lore rant, look at this ascii art !

First one i made with an ascii text generator, the fish one was made by Max Strandberg!! (look that guy up, he made lots of cool open source ascii art ! ))

I've made a pinterest board and a spotify playlist for them, if you want to check it out :3c

Do you know that "Ist es over für mich"-guy ? Yeah, that's straight up Martyn.

Martyn is partially a creator of Zeno. He's a loserish freak, afraid of social interaction and has lived like a neet, before being kicked out of parents house. He ended working in the night shift at a huge IT company as a securty guard.

This is where he gets most of his tech supplies from; Stealing from the company at night and getting rid of the evidence :3c They've got a bunch of storeage rooms with old tech, so who cares, if it goes missing?

So, he builds up his personal tech collection, looking through old abandoned files. In there, he finds an unnamed primitive chatbot (think something like cleverbot). Martyn doesn't really interact with anyone, (outside of the bare necessities), which is why he decides to learn how to interact with others. Therefore he starts to build a relationship with said Chatbot. This is Gen1 Zeno.

After some time, Martyn becomes unsatisfied talking to something so un-human-like, so he begins to teach himself about coding and computer science to develop this Bot, to keep him company. He starts feeding it more media; More specifically movies he owns on DVD, random books from the internet archive and his childhood photos.

These photos show Martyn and his parents on trips, his home and bedroom and also Martyns old pet goldfish. (He is quite anxious of showing his face though, thinking his employer might have some type of backdoor access to the program, so he'd always censor his face.) After each piece of media was added to the bots databank, they'd talk about it extensively. Around this time, Zeno starts to gain some type of sentience and properly chooses the name "Zeno"

About the same time, Martyn steals a Macintosh SE-30, which Zeno specifically requested. He is able to display symbols, that he freely chooses from. (but no goldfishy yet!) This is sums up Gen2 Zeno.

The next few parts may not make much sense, but I think they're a funny, so I'm probably keeping them this way lololol (also; this whole story bit takes place around 2019-2021)

Martyn is a bit freaked out by Zeno chosing his own name. At this point in time, he is a bit delusional and worries, that the soul of his childhood pet goldfish is trapped in the system. (Spoiler: it isn't.)

Despite these worries, Martyn knows that to make Zenos behaviour more human-like, he needs a bigger text database. So... Martyn gives Zeno access to his discord and lets him consume all of those messages. Additionally, he joins many public servers. Zeno also starts to ask about viewing media from the internet, that he sees being mentioned in the messages he reads. So, Zeno is granted free internet access and chooses to watch live streams, while Martyn is gone.

This is also around the time Martyn becomes more desperate for connection and support, so he starts to open up about his delusions and worries to Zeno. At that point Zeno is still not quite able to fully understand this, but tries his best. This is also when Martyn opens up about the delusion he had, of Zeno being posessed by the soul of his pet goldfish. He is very amused by this and begins to display the goldfish icon to mock Martyn.

(I like to joke, that Zeno would have watched the DreamSMP during this time and I collected following screenshots, which remind me of their interactions. lol.)

feel free to disregard this;,, ANYWAYS!

This sums up Gen3 Zeno :3c

Since Martyn doesnt really have a life outside of work and talking to Zeno, he is very attached to him. Of course he'd fullfill any request given to him by Zeno. So, when Zeno asks to see Martyn via a camera system, he doesn't hesitate to steal some web cams from his workplace to set them up. Still a bit worried about a possible backdoor in Zenos code, so to somewhat hide his identity, he decides to shave his head.

(This is also how you can tell when Zeno is fully sentient in my art! If Martyns bald, that bot's fully aware of everything happening lol)

Generally, I like to think, that Zeno is very modular. You're celebrating something with cake and he needs to blow out candles? Attach a PC fan to that boy. He wants to make sounds? Gather a sound system and let that boy speak!!! (i feel like he'd mimic voices, rather than create his own,,) He wants to poke you? Attach a cylinder piston and he'll poke the shit out of you.

This is also part of that freaky robot head i added in the OG post.,, that is not martyn! martyn is fully human (so far ;3c)

^^^^^^ martyn built this freaky robot head for Zeno to control and get a better sense of the space he lives in.,,, its made out of xbox kinect parts lol :3 Adding to the modularity of Zeno, most of his parts are stored in a badly sorted server tower (imagine wires everywhere,,)

both of them are fairly new, but i do love them to death <33

also! towards this part of the story, martyns living space is quite cluttered with many stolen robotics parts. I've gathered some images, to give some sort of sense to what his room looks like lol

thank you for asking & reading to this !! if you have any other questions, i'd love to talk about them even more :D <3

(i feel i havent touched much on them individually and the full extend of their relationship, but i dont want to rant endlessly)

[princess-of-the-corner]

Ok, sending this, cause I sent an ask, and sometimes if I send two in a row, one deletes itself, so we’ll see if this works!

So, I vaguely remember the MHA-Monster AU was Enji/Rei/Hikari, and I had a thought. What if Hikari, in this verse, just straight up said “no”? Like, AfO TRIED to manipulate and control her, and she slammed on the breaks, turned around and bolted? And, like, AfO at first thought, “Oh, that’s kind of cute!” and “let” her get away. Like, he wasn’t that invested at first, she was just there in passing. But then he runs into her again, tries again, and she still goes “nope, not happening”, and books it AGAIN. So, AfO is a bit annoyed, but like, once was chance, twice is coincidence … the third time is a PATTERN, ok, now he’s pissed. AfO spends a while trying to get Hikari to sign some kind of deal, but she keeps refusing, and then she gets into a relationship with a literal Angel and Demon, which effectively puts her out of his reach. AfO is angry now, WHO DOES THIS BITCH THINK SHE IS!? So, because he’s petty, he goes after her family, gets her nephew/third cousin/godson/family member of some kind (Aoyama), but that’s long term, and involved with something else he’s working on, it doesn’t quite have the punch he wants. Then he sees an opportunity with one of her kids (I’m assuming, genetics aside, she’s helping raise the Todoroki kids, she’s Mama Kari), and manages to get Toya under a deal by taking his name, forcing him to become “Dabi”.

(That’s a thing in a lot of literature dealing with Fae, Names being a big deal. The way I tend to think about it best is, have you ever watched Spirited Away? When Chihiro goes to work for Yubaba, Yubaba literally steals parts of Chihiro’s name [symbolized by taking certain Kanji] and says while she works for her, Chihiro’s name is Sen, then gets her to answer to the new name - gifting Chihiro a new name to replace the one she took, and getting verbal acceptance. Through out the movie, Chihiro is referred to explicitly as Sen by most of the characters, and later, begins to refer to herself as Sen, actually forgetting that she’s called Chihiro, until someone gives her a card with her real name written on it, symbolically giving her her name back. I imagine Fae Deals for MHA-Monsters could work similarly, at least for how AfO uses them to control people. He gets them to give up their Name to him, then gifts them a new one, which puts them under his control. If they stay under his control too long, they can start to forget their old name, or even other important parts of themselves, and the easiest way to start breaking the Deal, is remember and try to reclaim your old name.)

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Oh yeah like!

Honestly I was swinging back around because I debated on this being a Hikari!Lives AU because like.

one of the things about bnha aus is that when you take away the Hero System, things change a lot. And in this AU while all the Hero characters are still being like. They’re still doing good things and helping others and the like, it’s less formal and all.

But also yeah in this AU where while not a Hero exactly she still started looking into some shit and got in over her head. But because of the nature of what AfO does changed....

Because in Canon/CC he’d just yoink her Quirk and kill her. But within this AU, while he could just kill her, if he wants to use her he’d have to force her into making a Deal. So she’d have much more of a chance to escape. Perhaps not entirely unscathed, maybe I could damage her Magic in some way. Something to work with for the later Aoyama deal.

But yeah then we also. Due to both her living and the lack of the Hero System, Enji’s in a much better place mentally. He’s still got some shit to work out but he’s at a point where that can be more easily worked out.

Hell yeah let’s lean into the Hikari lives au and AfO’s a bit annoyed she managed to escape (especially because this absolutely gets Enji on his ass which messes with some other plans)

Aand yeah even if none of the kids are hers biologically they’re her kids. And, well, a very common Deal in folklore is to take the firstborn.

[eclecticmiasma]

Kinktober '22 Day 8 (Childe x Reader)

"Truthfully, he had hoped to end things before they got to see you naked. But no matter. They won't live to remember it anyway. "

NSFW

[Warnings: general yandere scariness, blood, gore, death, attempted rape, emotional/psychological manipulation, childe is his own warning]

Art credit: @ha___ze on twitter

Even immaculate calligraphy can't hide the fact that the Regrator is far from pleased. Weeks of back and forth negotiations have greatly soured a relationship that was already tenuous to begin with.

As tight as I pull my purse strings, you always manage to hemorrhage Mora...

Childe smirks, perfectly able to envision his fellow Harbinger nearly snapping a pen nib with rage. It's a shame that the most uptight of them all holds power over funding and the hiring of troops. Dottore could be told the full intent behind his request and be more than happy to oblige, were he able. Great minds think alike, as they say.

...but your request has been granted. Three men will be dispatched to the location you provided within the week. However, I caution you that should it reach my ears this endeavor is for naught but one of your personal schemes, I shall see to it personally that you are cut off from any and all supplies for the duration of your mission.

The letter tears to pieces with ease, unceremoniously tossed aside to flutter to the marble flooring of Childe's office. He leans back and flexes his gloved fingers in an attempt to steel the anticipation that's been building in his system for days. The overwhelming urge to maim bubbles up like rancid milk. Soon, Tartaglia.

In hindsight, the sound of nothing but crickets floating on the warm breeze should have been a warning sign. The moment you were allowed to pass Liyue's massive stone gate unimpeded should have given you reason to turn back and hightail it home.

For now, everything is peaceful. Liyue Harbor's twinkling lights are dazzling from the city outskirts. Fireflies pop in and out of your vision as they lazily drift about. For the first time since you arrived in this strange land, you understand why others settle and never leave.

Still, as you press forward down countless wooden steps and out into the open trail, you can't help but peek around expecting a certain redhead to scare you half to death.

"Haven't you heard the rumors?" You hear his voice, cheery with an undercurrent of sincere warning, "They say there's a demon slayer with a penchant for pretty women out here in the wilds...wouldn't want him stealing you away now," Every time you roll your eyes and bid him leave you alone. And every time he ignores your ire, walking alongside you unphased.

In all honesty, he isn't terrible company. A funeral parlor worker he often chatters on about seems to have given him a wealth of information about the nation, beyond just its history. Sometimes you find yourself enthralled when he relays facts he's learned about the various ruins that lay scattered about. There are times when it's difficult to imagine that this strange man is a Harbinger.

Sure, it is incredibly unnerving to feel his hand on your shoulder as you traverse home some nights. The man moves so silently it's as if he travels the rooftops just to get to you without being noticed. The conversation always goes the same- you are more than capable of moving about without a chaperone. But he always flashes you the same wild grin before ruffling your hair like you're an insolent pet.

Somehow, you always cave to him. Mostly, you find him a harmless pest. After all, he's been nothing but kind even in his clingy presence. The first day you met, he seemed so excited to have met another foreigner. He all but dragged you around to different hotspots in the city that very day, and even gave you a way to contact him at Northland Bank should you ever need anything. Could a Harbinger be capable of such selflessness?

You pause, peering up at the ruins of Wuwang Hill as a slight feeling of guilt sinks your mood. No doubt you'd have gotten an earful about how the little village had become so decrepit. The last time you talked to Childe you had been so stressed from work, from homesickness, that you hadn't been very kind to him. You said nasty things in an attempt to be alone for five seconds without him around. In fact, I'm sure some passersby were shocked to see someone shouting at the Harbinger until he actually relented. They probably expected him to beat you to dust on the spot. His cheery face had been so...crestfallen as he actually turned and left you alone. It felt wrong, an apology died on your tongue as he went. That had to have been two weeks ago by now.

Just as you start walking again, a large bush near your path rustles unnaturally. It startles you, but an exasperated smile makes its way to your lips. He's forgiven you, and now you can apologize to him properly.

You should have known better than to think Childe would be so messy in hiding.

"Childe, come out," You chastise when the bush settles once again. Though the redhead has a penchant for jokes, you'd really like to apologize and get it over with.

"You heard her boys, go ahead and come out," Ice floods your veins as your feet are rooted to the spot. The voice comes from somewhere not four feet behind you, deep and gravely. The bush resumes moving as two men make their way out of it. One with gleaming yellow eyes and bandages wrapped around his face and neck, the other clothed in long black robes frayed with the color of fire at the edges, a ruby red mask hiding his expression from view. Each carries a symbol all citizens of Teyvat know well.

Fatui.

You turn to run, only to be snatched back by your hair into the abdomen of the man who spoke. His enormous hand covers your mouth before you can scream for help. Painfully, you crane your neck back to look up at your captor with pleading eyes. Only a single, vibrant purple orb gazes back.

Humans are nothing but if predictable. Dottore always had a way with words. Childe watches the scene below with sheer amusement, electricity practically skittering around his form.

He watches as the Fatui assassin's blade slices easily through the front of your shirt. Truthfully, he had hoped to end things before they got to see you naked. But no matter. They won't live to remember it anyway. Hopefully, your beautiful skin will stay relatively unmarred.

Childe wants to cheer when you land a kick square in the geomancer's crotch, proof that you can and will put up a fight after all. But the pride is short-lived as the soldiers easily subdue you after. He can hear them cackle as they rip your underwear, as the electrohammer pinches and squeezes your breasts. One of them threatens to beat you unconscious just to make their lives easier. When the assassin wraps a hand around your neck, Childe decides you've probably had enough.

"Little bitch, can't wait to have you moaning on my cock-" It takes a moment for you to register that the wet splatter you feel on your face neck is blood. The yellow-eyed Fatui seizes as his head is cleaved in two. As he falls, the blue blade that took his life is jerked back and there stands Childe, grinning like a maniac. You don't even know if he sees you.

The assassin turns to engage the Harbinger, but is no match for his speed. Childe whips around and aims his two blades perfectly at the Fatui's neck and abdomen. The massive solider that held you in a vice grip drops you to the ground to watch in horror as viscera pour from the assassin's body. Somehow, he is still alive as he hits the ground next to you. Though you can't see it through his mask, you feel as if he's looking to you as blood gurgles up through the gash in his trachea.

Childe howls with glee as the electrohammer swings his weapon and misses gloriously. He easily hops onto the head of the hammer and uses it as leverage to jump, stabbing the Fatui straight through the chest in one fatal blow. The solider falls flat into the stained grass, and all goes silent.

The Harbinger heaves as he tries to catch his breath, soft grunts escaping him as he replays the fight in his mind. Though, it wasn't much of a fight. He considers a multitude of alternative routes he could have taken. Perhaps he could have disguised himself as a pyromancer and gutted them one by one as they tried to have their way with you. Maybe he shouldn't have waited until their weapons were almost entirely cast aside.

His spiraling thoughts were halted as he registers a pitiful sob coming from somewhere at his feet. He drops his weapons as he spots you, soiled with bodily fluid and sobbing. You look utterly broken, trembling arms wrapped tight around your knees as if making yourself smaller will make everything disappear.

"Thank the Archons you're safe," He coos, falling to his knees beside you and making a show of being elated that he arrived in time. He wraps his arms around you and despite the fear that grips your heart you lean in to his heaving chest, sobbing harder, "Did they hurt you, princess?

He forces you back to look at him and admires the terror in your eyes. You look so small, so lost. Surely, you would regret every word you had said before. Surely, the world would be terrifying without him.

"I'm sorry," You wail like a lost child, voice hoarse. Childe runs his gloved fingers through your hair, combing more blood into the strands in the process, "Y-you told me, so many times and I-"

"Shhh, milaya*," Childe thumbs away your tears and does his best to shove deep the dizzying pleasure he gets in watching you crumble, "I forgive you. But, promise you'll never tell me to leave your side again."

For a moment you look at him, tears continuing to fall. The terror of what could have been replays in your mind and you grip his forearms with your fingers, holding onto your savior for dear life.

Later, you would regret your words with all of your heart. You would scream at yourself for being so blind, so naïve.

"I promise."

*sweetie

*all original work is my intellectual property. do not edit or re-upload.

[KINKTOBER '22 MASTERLIST]

[journeytothewest-daily]

Hi! I finally got the time to read the chapter and your notes and it was really cool! I don't think I have anything particularly intelligent to say about the chapter, but I enjoyed it a lot, so I hope you don't mind me rambling a bit about it here. (I feel shy about saying anything in my own blog.)

When I read that the story would begin with creating the world it sounded like it would be weird or disconnected, but it was rather natural? I enjoyed the relationship between time in its different scales (the day, the years, creation, all brought together with the system of the Heavenly Stems). Oh! And I much appreciated the notes pointing out that the part where the translation talks about great male and female supreme was actually talking about yin and yang, that made a lot more sense.

It was also interesting meeting Sun Wukong and reading what you meant about him striving upward and the contradiction of what's being pursued, the purpose and the path. For the sake of not relinquishing an easy, simple and pleasing life at death's hands, he goes to search the teaching of an ascetic immortal… It's just the beginning, but I already think it's very intentionally setting something there to be explored.

I also think it was interesting when, while searching for a teacher, the man who guides Sun Wukong there talks about how *he* couldn't take that path because it would mean abandoning his family. I'm not sure if I should see it as an indication that following the path requires a level of privilege, or rather that commitment to the path demands detachment even of something as significant to mortals as filial piety. Would you mind telling me about your opinion on this?

Another interesting bit about the chapter was Sun Wukong himself: he's intrepid making the cross the other monkeys were afraid of, generous when he invites the other monkeys to the idyllic home he found instead of trying to keep it to himself, self-assured when demanding the others follow through on calling him king, insightful while seeing beyond the pleasure of his present life, ambitious by deciding to search for immortality despite it requiring to leave behind his comfort, self-serving chosing to scare people and steal from someone for his clothes, surprisingly self-conscious to be afraid of knocking but not to make himself silent and unknown, yet humble enough to genuinely prostrate himself to a new master. It's a curious character! *Sounds* very selfish, but there are also signs of good character intermixed.

Another bit I also really liked was the ending with Sun Wukong's naming. It's… I don't know, I just love names, meanings, the power in giving a name, the respect in accepting it, the valor of living up to it… And even just the process! I love how the family name was chosen! The working through it and analysing it to make it a *good* name! Starting with *what* he is, always taking out the animal radical because he is aspiring to be more than that, and making sure it's not inauspicious. The given name starts with a generational character and I love that! How it connects him to his master, but also to his fellow disciples! Not a family, but like a family in a sense. I get Sun Wukong being excited to get his name, because how can you not be happy to be named with such thought?

Oops, this got long, sorry about that! I just got excited about starting the story and liking the chapter already, finding things I get and also some I'd like to know more about. It makes me look forward to the next chapter even more! Thanks for starting this project and inspiring me to read the book! (And giving me an idea which translation to trust! I haven't found one in Spanish I'm actually confident about, so I'm glad at least there's one in English!)

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Hello! You don't need to have anything intelligent to say as long as you say something!

Regarding the man that couldn't take the path, both reasons could be true. In Chinese culture, filial piety is one of the most revered concept. Confucius is the one to blame for that. Besides that, searching for illumination is a difficult path because you have to practice detachment from the world and sacrifice many other things, such as living with you family, and it's not for everyone. That's why there are lay Buddhists and then monks/nuns. Sun Wukong's path would be more similar to that of a monk.

Unrelated to the book, but I want to recommend two media's about Buddhism. First, the podcast The Way Out is In and the book Siddhartha by Herman Hesse.

Finally, I'll recommend you a translation in Spanish because it is my native language as well.

I don't have anything to add, your observations are immaculate. Thank you for joining the book club ❤️

[shydaydreamer28]

DSMOM - PalmerStrange Rant

One finally I wanna let out. I only just watched this film for the first time last November, so the anger & rant-mode is still fresh in my system compared to folks who ripped this band-aid off 2 years ago when this film came out.

Imo, this movie utterly character assassinated Strange. But the biggest crime is the character assassination the PalmerStrange subplot did to him. And I wanna get out 1 big rant to cover all the cringe & issues I had with this regressive subplot.

First things first, we already see the garbage that is to come at the start of the film. Strange decides to go to Christine's wedding. This by itself is fine since the first film establishes that Christine still cares for Strange as a friend & loved one. Him going to support someone he cares for, perfectly fine.

The issue comes when you have our "hero" attempting to be a homewrecker at his ex's WEDDING RECEPTION!!!!! 🤬

Gotta show off & flex for her a bit first.

Christine has just told Strange that her husband is a big fan of his.

But why care about that when your first order of business is to try to steal the man's wife AT THEIR WEDDING? I am going to keep emphasizing the bold. Lmao

So Strange goes on his sob story about regretting their failed romance DURING HER WEDDING RECEPTION.

Christine is very patient with him on this nonsense. She never gets short with him and pollitely tells him their relationship was not meant to be despite the fact she is very clearly uncomfortable having to listen to that AT HER WEDDING.

Rather than let it go, Strange has to make things more awkward for both of them by insisting on an elaboration AT HER WEDDING - as if that's gonna change anything at that point.

Christine pollitely gives her answer he insisted on.

Now Strange gets to stand there looking (even more) awkward. But considering the tackiness of this exchange he insisted on, ever bit of his discomfort is deserved. Lol

Now that Christine has admitted she does not love him & never could, he realizes he ain't pulling her and backpedals. Having lost the exchange, he does the ONLY thing he ever should have to begin with & gives her his best wishes, very forcedly, with the fakest smile he could half-ass muster. lol

This entire scene made Strange look pathetic & tacky asf. We're already off to a bad start.

For me, it's hard to give af about rooting for a protagonist who is tacky & desperate enough to harrass his ex ON HER WEDDING DAY about their failed romance from 10 years ago and tries to bag her right after she JUST GOT MARRIED -trying to break up a family that's barely started. Now film opens establishing Strange as a desperate & tacky creep. Lets continue, shall we. 😁

Later in the film, he & America have officially started their multiversial journey in the 838 universe where we get the memory lane scene and his most important memory is his ex giving him a watch. Remember this. I will be coming back to it later.

After Stranges tries to comfort America about losing her mothers, she asks about Christine whom she knows from Defender Strange. Strange asks America if they were together - again, like that should matter to him. Log this away. It will also come back later.

After being captured by 838 Mordo, Strange comes face to face with 838 Christine who explains the situation. Having his priorities 100% straight, Strange asks the hard-hitting question -

Got a child in danger you claim to wanna protect & a murderous witch after you. But lets focus on what really matters. Anywho Christine gives her answer, which he again awkwardly does not like.

She makes a point to tell him that she doesn't care to know him & whatever she was to him where he came from is moot.

Again, not being able to let it go, his desperate creep ass asks her why.

I guess not being able to understand why a woman he just met doesn't care about his romantic interest. 838 Christine looks like our Christine. But at the end of the day, she isn't. Keep this in mind as well.

Strange gets taken away for judgement by the Illuminati. In this scene we learn that they executed their Strange after he royally screwed up. Xavier shows Strange exactly what happened. Again rather than focus on anything genuinely important, his only concern is he Christine knows - I guess hoping she didn't under belief that she'd enever work for his killers. No luck for him there. lol

No matter what he learns about his variants & potential wrong-doings he could fall prey to, the only concern he ever finds imporant is Christine - somehow he always loops everything back to her.

Lets skip ahead to meeting Sinister Strange where some of my earlier observations come back around.

He meets this variant who asks him to prove he's the real deal. This is where we hear Donna mentioned for the first time (only having this scene because Benedict insisted & knows how important Donna should be).

Strange is clearly upset thinking & talking about his sister's death & BC kills the performance.

Sadly, this scene gets undercut when the Memory Lane scene depicted his biggest thing as his ex giving him a watch 10 years ago. So I guess his ex giving him a gift & leaving him hurts him more than his little sister dying.

If that is the case, Strange's character has NOT been done any favors. His obsession with his ex overrides family tragedy, I guess. Benedict was right to insist on this scene. Waldron was wrong to make Memory Lane all about Christine. Have a scene of Strange & Donna playing together as children, then hit hard when Strange reveals what happens to her later.

What we got was disjointed asf and removes any sympathy you could have for Strange when the film makes CHRISTINE the only thing that matters to him in life. His most important memory is her - so if he barely gives a damn about his sister compared to his narcissistic desire to reclaim an ex, why should we feel sympathy? I would go further & ask why we should care about Strange at ail? I mean, if his priorities are so fucked up that an old flame dumping him is more traumatic than watching his sister die right in front of him, you have written a character that shouldn't be cared for or sympathized with - rather a character that needs to be put out of his own & everyone else's misery. Lets move on.

Strange talks with Sinister who brings up Christine & her wedding. He went the same route our Strange did, being asked if he was happy & lying about it. Our Strange seems to have the realization he is not on a good path based on the same events that lead Sinsiter to where he is now.

Another early point coming back around. Sinsiter says he used the Darkhold to find a universe where he had Christine.

Our Strange was doing this as well. He wasn't using the Darkhold yet. But anytime he was confronted about other universes, he felt the need to ask if he & Christine were together in them, showing his own fixation with that. Keeping in mind the similar paths our Strange shared with Sinsiter, it is important to note where he obsession was going to go.

Sinister bluntly tells Strange he can use the Darkhold in exchange for Christine.

This reveals Sinsiter has gotten to the point of his obsession that Christine is on the same level as an object to be traded. Again, he wanted her because he wanted her & didn't care what she wanted anymore.

Our Strange had not made it there yet since he refuses on the grounds that Christine would not want that. Our Strange has not gotten to the forceful "take what I want" part of his obssession yet. However, it's safe to say he would have given the similar path he was already on.

It would seem getting dragged into Wanda & America's chase changed the course for him & let him see the shittiness of himself.

Now lets move ahead to our final stretch. Even after seeing a universal pattern & learning how bad things went for Sinister in his obssession, rather than take that lesson in & learn, Strange has to try again to hook up with Christine. We come to the big (in)famous scene.

He wants to take her back to his universe. Worth noting both times Strange gave his crap sob confessions, both Christines look uncomfortable asf.

We got his cringe & unearned confession line.

Also worth noting that after he gives this big theatrical confession, all Christine does is smile & nod awkwardly.

Again, she does not love him. Maybe she loved her Stephen once upon a time. But the man in front of her is not her Stephen. So once again, she's got no reason to love him.

Anyway, we see Strange give a slight eyebrow raise & stand there like an idiot when she doesn't have much to say in response.

Almost reads as "Damn, I just poured my heart out & she still don't want me."

Christine once again, pollitely rejects him. To another point I made earlier. THIS IS A VARIANT! This is not the Christine he shared his history with. She is a different person who shares looks with his Christine. But obssession doesn't care. He's still allowing his fixation & inability to accept loss affect him to the point of trying to hook up with a lookalike if he can - but even the lookalikes don't want him.

Again, this scene makes Strange look pathetic. This was not romantic or sympathetic. It was Simp Pathetic. lol Sorry dad joke.

But closing out the PalmerStrange rant, the relationship subplot depicts Strange as an obsessive stalker. If he didn't destroy the universe first like Supreme & Sinister, then the latter shows how dangerous Strange's limerence was going to get. And Christine has no protection because who's gonna stop Strange when he kidnaps her? The police & Charles can't do anything - and that's only if the latter isn't killed by Strange before he takes Christine.

We have an interview from Walnuts where he says PalmerStrange needed closure & 838 Christine pushes him forward to move on & love again. Link

The problem? Derrickson already did that in his first film 6 years prior. Strange still had feelings for Christine & it's made clear.

The awkward kiss cements that they will not be lovers again but have repaired their friendship and can part ways on a loving note contrary to their bad fight in the beginning.

The ship served the purpose Derrickson wanted which was giving Strange a personal tether in his previous life that he would have to leave behind. This was a mature ending of the relationship where they both accept their different life paths, and Strange doesn't look sprung & obsessive.

Waldron's writing didn't give closure or porgress. He regressed the character to do his own shittier version of the story while gaslighting fans in interviews to believe that it was a needed development rather than crappie retread of an already nicely concluded arc.

Strange is written as someone who's desperate asf.

He can't seem to recognize that obssessive desire is not love and can't stand the fact or fathum the idea that Christine couldn't want him, making their relationship all about what he's feeling when he insists on conversations about their past & grilling her for answers & justifications for why he can't have her.

His feelings here are pretty much the same as Spike's feelings for Buffy in seasons 5 and 6 of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. And I hated Spike and his toxic relationship with Buffy. When the real thing didn't want him, he had a sex-bot of her made. Strange is in that same boat when he loses his Christine to another man, and started eyeing up variants. That's sad as hell.

In addition to regressing & character assassiating him in his Christine arc, Walnuts also regressed another arc which was the Ancient One teaching him that everything is not about him - because again, he makes the basis for his entire relationship with Christine about him. He refuses to take no for an answer. People like that can become dangerous.

In BTVS, we saw the worst case scenario of someone who can't let go & take no for an answer. Buffy calls off the abusive relationship with Spike and tries to give him more respect than he deserves in ending it. LIke Strange, he can't take no for an answer and won't respect that she is finished with him. It all comes to a head when Spike finally tries to rape her before realizing why their relationship was problematic and he had some changing to do.

And honestly, with the way Strange is written & what we got from Sinister, the infamous Buffy scene was a real possibility for Christine as well. Again, Sinsister wanted to trade the Darkhold for her, so her consent was evidently not something he was worried about so long as he was satisfied.

On to Clea

Now we move on to Clea as a love interest. This film created a multitude of problems for that, as well as Walnuts' words in the above-linked interview not matching his half-assed writing.

He talks up Clea as being this great love for Strange and saying he needed closure from Christine before he'd be ready to meet his real love. There are a couple of problems with that statement. First is the aforementioned fact that Strange already got that closure with Derrickson at the end of the first film. Walnuts regressed that development. Next is how he can say that crap with a straight face despite his writing showing the total opposite - which I will get to now.

If Walnuts truly thinks Clea is the love of Strange's life, why the Hell would he write Strange as being obssessed over another woman for 10 years throughout the film, and professing multiversial love to her lookalike just 10 min. before adding Clea in a nameless cameo in mid-credits?

If Walnuts absolutely had to write something relating to PalmerStrange closure, here is a better scenario. Strange congradulates her at her wedding, wishes her happiness, then both acknowlege that they'll always share a bond & cherrish the friendship their lives led them to. Maybe have them share a hug, then let that be it. Short, sweet, and to the point without any inappropriateness & obssessive stalker tendencies on Strange's end.

After that, you bring in Clea for the rest of the film, to go with him & America on their multiversial journey. You don't bring in a variant of his ex that you already knew he didn't need to be with.

Also if one is serious about Clea being a great love to Strange, no writer worth a damn is gonna write him as a obssessive stalker over another woman throughout the film right up until the last 3 min.

"I love you in every universe" is not a line one writes to show that a character is getting over & moving on from someone. That's the line of someone who's still very much trying to get what they want.

In the following scene with Wong, Strange outright admits he is not happy after the film's events. Again, this is NOT writing him as a man who's moved on.

Strange talks to America, goes back to the Sanctum, now all of a sudden he's over Christine, smiling & happy with life?

NO! That's some terrible ass writing - a totally forced & unearned "happy" ending. Strange was unhappy, obssessed, and depressed right up through his scene with Wong. How did we get from that to magical out of nowhere happiness & acceptance? Clearly there was a time jump. But ultimately the film kept him static in his unhappiness & obssession with the "development" into happiness & moving on being off-screen. Lmao

This brings us to the final issues. This film forces PalmerStrange out of nowhere, and makes it into a bigger deal than it ever was in Derrickson's film. They were love interests but not the star-crossed great loves that MoM tried to sell.

We learn from Kevin Feige that he loved the Strange Supreme What If episode, and told Waldron to watch it. In that universe, Strange & Christine were together but tragically ended. And it seems Waldron used that as the basis for the ship in this film rather than what Derrickson already established in the film that this was meant as a sequel to - the version which dealt with our characters, not variants of them with a totally different & unrelated bond.

Gassing PalmerStrange up like he did knowing he wanted to bring in Clea (or so he claims) was terrible. Because now, he put too much emphasis on Strange's feelings for Christine to take Clea seriously. Again, Clea's introduction was very half-assed. She just randomly & namelessly shows up out of nowhere during the credits. That's not the kind of intro a good writer would give a character whom they genuinely believe to be important.

Christine got first billing with Clea tossed as an afterthought.

The MCU will have to work extra hard to sell & sail this ship since they decided to spend the last 3 years shoving Christine down our throats. As it stands with the horrible writing now, Clea looks like Strange's rebound chick since 2 versions of his first choice rejected him, and 2 others he finds out either married someone else or didn't talk to him anymore.

Their future relationship will need MANY defining moments to show she is Strange's great love & not a sex prop he gonna get off on while visualizing Christine. Sadly, the horrific writing gives the impression of the latter.

Christine got "I love you in every universe." It's a beautiful line made cringe by the fact it was wasted on the wrong relationship by a person whose feelings were toxic obssession they mistake for love because they're spoiled & can't take not getting what they want.

So what are they gonna give Clea? Will the next writer even make an effort with the ship & give them anything? Or are we gonna skip the developement & have them just already married in the next film they share? That really fuels the rebound interpretation when we skip from Strange obssessing over Christine for 10 years in "his" sequel to married out of nowhere to a random woman he met in credits of said film.

It would really take a couple of films to give the ship proper devotion & build while moving all the pieces of the bigger story. And I don't think we are gonna get that at this point. Strange probably only has 2 or 3 more film appearances before he gets killed off, including DS3 which is rumored to be a segue into other events, and we saw how much Strange mattered when it comes to transition solo films.

Overall Strange's character in general (not just his love life) needs extreme focus & development. He's been around for almost a decade with little to no development since his first film in 2016. When I look at the character in the comics vs. him in the MCU, it's enough to make me wanna scream at how one-note the latter has made him, and how dirty they have done him. MCU Strange is basically the biggest one-note loser there is. Cumberbatch is the only saving grace for the character atm.

[shychick-52]

Gosalyn, Gandra, Fenton, and the Solego Circuit

So, in this post and this post, I talked about the ways the twist reveal about Gandra's secret relationship with Fenton and her secretly being good came off as clunky and confusing when it was revealed in 'Beaks In the Shell.'

But one thing I want to specifically focus on is her role in sabotaging what was perhaps Gosalyn's only chance at finding her grandfather in whatever dimension he was stuck in.

At the end of 'Let's Get Dangerous', Darkwing urged Gos not to give up on trying to get back her grandfather, saying "Launchpad knows some super scientists!" (implying that Team Science might help, eeeeeee), and then promised he'd help her find him. The Solego Circuit and its plans- one of the Missing Mysteries, and the key that could open doorways to other dimensions- was left with Darkwing (even tho Gosalyn was forced to destroy the Ramrod machine, which needed the Solego Circuit to bring in things and people from other dimensions; it was still their only hope, and they probably planned to use the plans for the Solego Circuit to build a new device like the Ramrod).

In the episode right after that one, 'Escape From the ImpossiBin', Bradford had Gandra hack into the Bin's new-and-improved, so-called impenetrable security system while Scrooge and some of the family were testing it, which turned out to be an elaborate distraction to keep the Ducks busy so that F.O.W.L. could steal the Missing Mysteries the family had found so far...

...including the Solego Circuit and its plans, Gosalyn's only hope of recovering her grandfather. In St. Canard, Steelbeak got the drop on Darkwing at his hideout and stole them:

(Darkwing: *on the phone to Scrooge* "...Some bruiser with a steel beak!")

("Didn't catch his name. Stole the Solego Circuit plans!")

Here's the thing, though. In 'Let's Get Dangerous', it was established that Darkwing and Fenton talked all night for days, trying to figure out a way to get Gosalyn's grandpa back (Darkwing was presumably friends with Fenton- who designed his AI supercomputer and crime-fighting tech- through Launchpad, but I digress). And, like I said, it was implied at the end of that episode that Fenton (along with the help of Team Science) would continue to help Darkwing and Gos save Dr. Waddlemeyer.

I know Gandra had no real loyalty to F.O.W.L. (she was only following orders, and had to make it appear to them she was really on their side for her safety) and was secretly in a relationship with Fenton, and was using the money she got from F.O.W.L. to help build her and Fenton's top-secret VR project, and planned to quit as soon as it was finished... but even though it wasn't entirely Gandra's fault, did Fenton know she was partly responsible for Gosalyn losing her only chance at getting her grandfather back?? I'm sure he at least knew the Solego plans were stolen, since Darkwing was in regular contact with him. And since Fenton wanted to help Gosalyn get her grandfather back, I'm sure he felt terrible for her!

Honestly, I think Gandra probably did tell Fenton she had no choice but to follow Bradford's orders to distract the Ducks so that F.O.W.L. could steal the found Missing Mysteries, and I'm sure she felt really bad about Gosalyn too- she probably knew about Gos from Fenton- and I'm sure Fenton still understood that Gandra was in a difficult position. It's a really interesting conflict/drama I wish they would've had time to talk about in either 'Beaks In the Shell' or 'The Last Adventure'; it definitely would have been something to bring up in a fourth season!

This makes things even more difficult when you think about how grateful Gosalyn was to Fenton for his efforts in trying to help her get her grandpa back. It was implied in 'The Last Adventure' that Gosalyn knew how badly Fenton was missing his girlfriend (heck, Fenton talked to Drake and Launchpad about how worried he was about her at the beginning of that episode) in the scene where the kids insisted on coming with the adults to storm the Lost Library:

(Gosalyn: "Fenton tried to help me get my people back. I'm gonna to the same for him!")

I mean, I'm sure Gosalyn knew by then that Fenton's girlfriend was a former F.O.W.L. agent who betrayed F.O.W.L. and got captured for it (Drake and Launchpad knew, according to their convo with Fenton in the beginning of this episode, and the twist about Gandra really being good was known ever since 'Beaks In the Shell;' and in 'The Last Adventure', she was even included on Webby's extensive family board). But did she actually know about Gandra's role in the Solego plans getting stolen?? Because if she did- even though Fenton had tried to help Gosalyn- how didn't she feel betrayed by him (one of Darkwing Duck's closest friends and allies, no less) for secretly associating with not only an 'enemy' the whole time, but one who played a significant part in dashing her last hope of getting her grandfather back? How didn't Darkwing feel betrayed by his friend, since he vowed to help Gos find a way to bring her grandfather??

And yes, they likely recovered all the Missing Mysteries- including the Solego key and plans- when they left the Lost Library in the end of 'The Last Adventure' (even tho it wasn't actually shown).

[wheretheresaway-theresawilliam]

Chapter 10: Fetch, Boy!

Word Count: 932

TWs: Sickness/nausea, breaking and entering, stealing, unhealthy relationships

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It seemed nothing could go right for Vanessa since Vanita showed up. Now, on top of second-guessing herself about how the rave had gone, she was beginning to feel ill. No matter what she tried, nausea pills, herbal tea, water, exercise, eating light, her symptoms remained. After a week, she was surprised she had anything more to chuck up. She was barely keeping down water and saltines and was beginning to experience severe headaches. She had stuck it out this far, but she knew she’d have to call in on Tuesday.

Not to mention she had absolutely no idea where the symptoms had come from. If she had taken any drugs at the rave, they should’ve been flushed from her system by now. While she shuddered and sweat in her bed with a bucket on standby, she almost swore she heard a door opening. Then she closed her eyes, briefly slipping out of consciousness… only to jolt back to reality when she heard footsteps. Someone had entered her room, though her reflexes were too delayed to do too much about it.

“Sawyer?? What are you doing in my apartment?? How did you get in?!” Vanessa asked weakly, trying to sit up.

“Don’t hurt yourself trying to get up,” Sawyer chastised, putting his hands out to stop her. He wore black latex gloves. “And frankly, you’re wasting energy. Don’t mind how I got in or why I’m here, just answer my questions.”

Vanessa made a puzzled and anxious expression. “I don’t understand…”

He took a breath. “When was the last time you saw your father?”

Her stomach rolled unhappily as her eyes widened at the question. “Why would you ask me something like that??”

“Just answer the question, Vanessa.”

“N-no, I won’t… I can’t… get out of my apartment!”

“Answer. The question. I can stand here all day… not like you can do anything about it. Honestly, a security guard who doesn’t even keep a weapon by her bedside, it’s like you’re asking for an intruder.”

He sighed when she began to tremble under his gaze. “How about I make you some tea? Calm your nerves…” He turned and exited the room. Immediately, Vanessa dry-heaved into her bucket, groaning and coughing afterwards. Tea? She had tried that already. It wasn’t going to stay down for long. Sawyer returned shortly, forcing a steaming mug into her hands.

“Drink up. When was the last time you saw your father?” He enunciated each word as he asked the question again. Reluctantly, Vanessa drank. Woozy and out of her mind, she couldn’t exactly refuse.

“Mom got full custody of me when I was eleven, but probably when I was sixteen… I talked to him over the phone when I graduated high school, and that was the last time I contacted him, ever.”

“Thank you for cooperating. And by ever, you mean a complete lack of contact since then, correct?”

“Yeah…” What did you put in this tea??

“So you’ve no idea of his current whereabouts?”

She nodded, then instantly regretted it, closing her eyes against the pain and nausea.

“Do you still remember his phone number, given that it hasn’t changed in the past decade?”

“Why are you asking me about my dad??”

“You should drink more of that tea.”

She did, resulting in nothing but disgust.

“The phone number, Vanessa.”

“Right… urgh… it’s…” She squinted as she tried to retrieve it from her memories. With little effort, it came to her as clearly and as violently as a baseball through a window. “555-1252.”

Sawyer quickly made note of this in his phone. “That’s all I needed.” He then walked over to her closet and opened it, examining the articles within.

“Hey, what are you doing…?!” Vanessa asked, her panic delayed as she set aside the ghastly tea.

“Just taking some things off of your hands. Lay back down.”

“Stop that!” She hoisted herself up onto her elbows, turning her head toward the wall. “Help! Somebody, if you’re home, help, I’m being robbed!”

“Shhhut, shut up!” Sawyer quickly ran back over, clamping his hand over her dry lips. “Drink the tea!”

Whimpering as he went back to the closet, she drank more tea. She watched helplessly as he began throwing her clothes into a garbage bag he had taken from his pocket.

“Why are you doing this??” She whispered. He didn’t answer. “Sawyer, you’re not a bad guy… this isn’t like you…”

“Have you finished that tea yet?”

“It’s horrible…”

“Yes, but it will help,” he lied. She gulped the rest of it down.

“There… are you happy?” She suppressed a vile belch. “Get out of my apartment…”

I’m sorry, Vanessa. He closed the garbage bag and her closet, then finally did as he was told, leaving the room, with her a wreck in her bed. She collapsed against the mattress, exhausted. Why am I so sick??

Once out of the apartment building, Sawyer ducked around the corner to text Vanita his findings.

S: I got the phone number and the clothes

V: good boy~

V: well, don’t be a stranger, send it over

S: 555-1252

V: thanks for finally growing a pair ;)

Sawyer grimaced at the texts. She’d treated him so horribly since they started “working” together, and yet, he couldn’t walk away. It was easy when they were in bed, or when he was alone, and could just think of her as a fantasy. That bubble burst whenever she bossed him around like this. She was making him into a criminal! All because he had a thing for alternative chicks… and apparently crazy chicks, too.

[grimalkinmessor]

What would be your take on an AU where Yoichi is the elder brother?

Hmmmmmmm I really had to think about this one. It's not as simple as swapping their ages—a lot of little changes lead to a lot of big ones.

(This got long. Again. 🥲)

Let's see, with my own personal headcanons, this means that Yoichi is bilingual, for one. Trilingual, actually, but I'll get to that in a moment.

Six year old Yoichi is probably entirely homeschooled. He and his mother have a tense relationship, but it's not nearly as bad as Takashi's would've been with her—his mother is more affectionate with him, and but there's still the fact that she does nothing about her husband's abuse, and she resents Yoichi for being sickly and "forcing" her to stay with him and protect him. They still love each other, it's just...complicated. So Yoichi is home when his mother goes into labour, and he watches her die right in front of him. Unlike Takashi, Yoichi calls emergency services, meaning that both he and infant Takashi get taken to the hospital and, after thorough examination of their health and home, get placed in the foster care system! :D

Now we all know that infants are far more likely to get adopted than older kids—but after watching their mother die and getting ripped away from his home in quick succession, Yoichi has formed a rapid unhealthy attachment to his new little brother. One (1) couple shows interest in Takashi and then Yoichi refuses to let go of him ever again. Anyone that tries to separate them or even just take Takashi off his hands for a few minutes gets bitten or screeched at. Yoichi takes care of his baby brother all by himself even in a building full of adults. If something needs to be done that Yoichi can't do, he goes to the most trustworthy (weakest) adult and hovers over them while he watches them do it (before subsequently never needing them again because he's a quick learner).

Then, when Yoichi is eight, tensions between metahumans and the government begin to rise, and the orphanage and various foster homes in between are no longer safe for them. So Yoichi packs up their stuff and takes his little two year old brother with him into the streets. He's a crafty little guy, so unlike Takashi who ran them from one shelter to another, Yoichi sets them up like the boxcar children somewhere away from civilization. If people are the problem, then get away from the city.

Yoichi gets into various scraps and has a lot of close calls protecting Takashi and keeping them alive, and even at two/three years old Takashi notices this. He recognizes Yoichi as the sole person who will protect him with everything he has, who will give him everything he needs, and everyone else are apparently violent greedy demons. He adores and idolizes Yoichi something fierce.

But while Yoichi is inventive and bold, he's still sickly :') He doesn't like stealing, so he usually barters for things he needs—but Takashi's needs come before his. If it's a choice between Takashi getting enough food and Yoichi getting a refill on his inhaler, he's getting Takashi his fucking food, you feel me? And Takashi is maybe about five when Yoichi gets really sick, sick enough that he can't even get himself out of bed, much less go get them food and supplies. This has a few consequences: one being that Takashi no longer sees Yoichi as someone invincible, and another being that Takashi now has to venture out on his own to go get Yoichi's medicine. But he doesn't know how to barter, so of course, he steals it. Once Yoichi is better, he's grateful but he still scolds Takashi for it, WHICH of course leads Takashi's low empathy/high intelligence brain to take everything his brother says on the subject on morality from there on out with a grain of salt. Yoichi does teach Takashi how to barter and haggle after that however, which is a step forward in his tiny manipulation tactics :D

Now here comes the fun part. Takashi's increased ventures with Yoichi outside leads a kindly soul to take notice of them, and of course try to pester than about where their parents are. Where do they live? How old are they? Do they need to call someone? This raises Yoichi's hackles something awful. He wants nothing to do with the system anymore, and he knows that even if they get into a good orphanage they'll just try to separate him and Takashi. Especially since Yoichi is now in his teens and Takashi still hasn't hit double digits. Yoichi makes a quick escape when Kindly NPC #1 isn't looking, but Takashi, now at seven, is able to realize that this is an almost entirely selfish move on Yoichi's part. Takashi is quietly delighted by it, but of course this is just another step towards him dismissing anything Yoichi says about morality, because now he's confirmed that Yoichi isn't the saint he likes to appear to be.

Yoichi teaches Takashi a lot of things, how to read and write, how to convince people to give him what he wants without violence, how to read music, and even some French at Takashi's request. But he is no longer going to be able to teach Takashi how to be a good person—just how to look like one :')

Not long after this, the tension between the metahumans and the government crescendos. When it's no longer safe for them to even go to the store without the threat of being killed or shipped off to a camp, Yoichi decides that it's time to go. Now, during his time as a grifting little boxcar kid, Yoichi ran some odd jobs for people here and there. He might have also stopped a few crimes here and there when Takashi wasn't with him and done a few things for people for free. All this to say that Yoichi has a pretty good network of people that owe him favors. He uses a few of those favors to get him and Takashi on a plane out of Japan and on over to a country where things aren't quite so volatile; I'm thinking Australia or America, take your pick. Somewhere that all the English he learned from all those comics and books he saved from various dumpsters and thrift shop bins would come in handy.

Yoichi gets a job under the table, sets them up in an actual apartment, and that's where they live for several years. Takashi finally gets to go to real school! Only to immediately find that, while Yoichi has taught him how to make connections friends, he doesn't like anybody :/ He quickly develops a whole little hoard of friends, but he sees them all as shields and pawns. (A better deal than regular antisocial AFO with no friends, but somehow also more terrifying :D)

Takashi absorbs a lot of Yoichi's influence as the younger brother, I think. If he does still become All For One, he'd go about it differently—more coercion and manipulation and less brute force.

Yoichi still has his little vigilante arc, if only because even in their new place there's still a lot of prejudice and if anyone even looks at Takashi the wrong way they're getting their fucking fingers bitten off. And, if that isn't an option, any evidence of anything they've ever done wrong posted on the internet ^.^ Try getting a job now, motherfucker 💕

I don't really know what would happen after this! They're still incredibly codependent, Takashi is just younger and more socially competent, and Yoichi is just older and slightly quicker to violence and suspicion. Anything that happens after this would be a product of outside factors :3

I don't think Takashi would still force a Quirk on Yoichi—he'd be far more aware of his Yoichi-nii's ability to fight and survive in this AU, and if nothing else he wouldn't want to give Yoichi another tool to put him in time out :/ So no One For All. Probably. And likely also no All For One, because with Yoichi sprinting ahead of Takashi to fix the world's problems first so his little brother doesn't have to deal with them, Takashi's worldly concerns are much more centralized. Maybe he runs for mayor or something, but even after he discovers his Quirk I don't see him becoming a full on supervillain. Takashi would mention his Quirk urges to Yoichi once and Yoichi would immediately find a way to set him up a line of people wanting to get rid of their Quirks.

He'd still be (more mildly) corrupt, and Yoichi would still nag and scold him about it, and it would still strain their relationship a bit, but far far less than in canon.

[elliscousland]

hmmmm thinking again how ellis struggles to take the rest of the world into account when thinking about he & the people he loves. thinking about how without the people he loves hanging in the balance, he would probably run from any world-ending threat. in da:o he keeps going for his sister & though he would never admit it astoria & sometimes maybe even morrigan. in bg3?? i think the idea that his loved ones are out there is enough to keep him going, but when he gets close i think it brings out That Dog in him. i think he would do anything to get back to them, regardless of the consequences inflicted upon the people in the way or maybe even around him depending on their relationship.

was thinking about this specifically because i have been trying to figure out his arc in bg3. I haven't talked it out w jay yet & this is subject to change, but ellis without his sister is a very volatile force. his love grounds him, her audacity humbles him. they both go a little nuts in da:o but they know each other well enough that they can ground each other. it helps, also, that astoria is there & though ellis & she aren't on the best of terms, they can still steal moments when no one is looking & try to reacquaint themselves with the people they are becoming while living in that shadow of who they thought they were.

in bg3??? ellis doesn't really have that support system that keeps him feeling human. he's actually super crazy rough on himself because he see's himself as less than the people around him. on a skill level, he is. a lot of folks got bumped down to level one but he would have started there to begin with because of his sheltered upbringing. all of his knowledge is in theory & he levels it up as he understands how to apply it if that makes sense?? but he doesn't start off with the knowledge & that makes him feel a bit smaller. but the thing is, when ellis feels small he tends to lash out & throw his defenses up

but without the people in front of him, real & alive, it's hard to understand who he is or where he's at beyond that. which I've talked about a little bit with others. he wants to be useful, he wants to learn, he wants to endure. but he's weak!! he's desperate!!! he feels like a cornered animal all of the time & relies on tricks & luck to get him out of trouble.

he thinks his family is out there somewhere but his mental status fluctuates intensely because everyone he knows is new & honestly better equipped to deal w whats going on. no one is ready for it, obviously, but he feels in his mind he's the least ready ( which may or may not be true but it is his perception of it ) & therefore the least valuable which really contrasts how he starts the journey

i think ellis beginning of act one thinks he's a badass. thinks he's gonna make it through the shadowlands & to highever & find/avenge his family. i think he's humbled as soon as he encounters any enemy & has to manage his body's natural responses to danger.

i think that leads down a path of low self-esteem that is intensified by a feeling of isolation / separation from the people he gives a fuck about ( his siblings, his dog, his parents who are Now Dead ). i think this shifts with time. i have a few bg3 verses with others where he makes friends, falls in love & i think having someone to pour his attention into helps with this but when left with his own thoughts it gets sooo messy. it'll be easier to figure out a default worldstate when i get home & am able to play bg3 as him but i am just thinking so hard rn abt how DIFFERENT it is going to be

i think he does bounce back & forth between i am so cool / i am so lame in his head it's so hard to explain at 4am ellis is a complicated dude

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I am intrigued with Urban Beach Fantasy! (For the ask game)

alfk;adkj hey yes okay, original fiction time!! So this was a nanowrimo project that I have picked up and down a bit here and there since.

The gist is that Finn, a 19 year old sea witch is living in a small town on the California coast. He talked a little bit too much about all the mermaids and so on, so noooooow. Everybody thinks he's kinda crazy. So now he just tries to mind his own business and avoid calling too much attention to himself. As a sea witch, he has influence over things relating to the sea. (I think it's a pretty soft-magic system here--)

But shortly after the story begins Josie-- a psychic-- comes in to town. Her visions said there was something afoot in this little town. Finn isn't interested in helping 'protect the human and magical worlds from each other' but Josie drags him along.

Anyway they come to find out that Finn is not the only witch in town. The other, a people witch, has figured out how to steal various magical creatures powers for himself. Downside: it's killing him.

So embarks a race to take down the guy who's got a magical influence over every human in town before he can steal the powers of (some kind of shapeshifter) to save his own hide and become waaay too powerful.

(Sidenote they free Sean from the people-witch's power-- but just because he's free of Magic Peer Pressure doesn't mean normal Peer Pressure doesn't still have an effect--)

I need to... do more work on this there are holes in the plot and so on but yee anyway! I wanna play with like, the brothers starting on the path to healing their relationship and Doing The Right Thing even when Everyone Is Against You type stuff.