#and he’s trying to live up to his and his grandfathers ideals and he went to Fantasy College when he was in 5th grade ohhh my fucking god

[grimcatician]

Some old (2 month) ARR Alphinaud sketches and doodles bc I LOVE arr Alphinaud he is soooooooo 🥺🥺😭💖

[shakespeareanwannabe]

As You Wish, Chapter 4

Summary: When arriving at Camp Silver Star, Abby Floyd was anticipating a summer of adventure with an ocean separating her from the three people she loved most: her mom, her Uncle Bob and her Aunt Natasha. But after a run in with Charlie Seresin, an extremely familiar looking and irritating camper in a different cabin, her summer plans take a turn that neither girl ever could have expected.

Trigger Warnings: reader's children are described as being blond with green eyes because genetics are wild and Jake's genes are strong, reader is canonically Bob's sister (though biological relation is never discussed), reader goes by Buttercup and is tattooed, arguing, cursing, reference to divorce, kids doing sneaky things, references to early child rearing, crying, Uncle Bob (because he deserves his own warning), Uncle Rooster and Uncle Javy (because they also deserve their own warnings)

Clifton, Texas, 10 ½ years ago

“Dude, what are you doing? Don’t stop!”

“I’m telling you: my vocal cords are going to start to bleed any second! I need to stop!”

“I swear to God, if you stop, I’m going to find an actual rooster and sneak it into your bedroom at the ass crack of dawn!”

Jake rubbed at his forehead with one hand as he took another lap around his living room, bouncing a screaming Charlie in his arms as he went. The last nine months had been…rough, to say the least. Though his grandfather had graciously opened his home up to his grandson, great-granddaughter, and their two friends, it turned out that securing a home was the least of his worries.

Grandpa Wyatt had quickly hired Jake, Javy and Rooster on as farmhands, their physiques and familiarity with rising early making them ideal candidates for the jobs, but Jake wasn’t entirely comfortable with leaving his baby girl with a sitter all day just yet, so he did what chores he could with her strapped to his chest, and spent the rest of the day in the office, doing administrative work with his daughter asleep in her Moses basket behind the desk. Between the physical and mental labour, Jake was ready to hit the sack early almost every night.

However, clocking out for the day didn’t mean that his day was done. Charlie wasn’t a fussy baby, not by a long shot, but she still required an amount of work that Jake hadn’t been expecting. Her first pediatrician visit had revealed that Charlie was slightly behind on her goal weight, which meant Jake had to get up for an additional feeding during the night. But Charlie didn’t like the bottle, and Jake honestly couldn’t blame her. She’d gotten used to breastfeeding from her mother for her first four months of life, and Jake knew firsthand that Buttercup was infinitely better than some plastic bottle.

On top of trying to get her weight up, the Seresin family had also been battling sleep regression, teething, colic, Charlie’s first cold, and delayed milestones. If the doctor was saying that Charlie should be crawling by 8 months, she was doing it at 11 months. The whole thing had Jake lying awake at night, staring at the ceiling, worrying about his baby girl, wondering how Buttercup had managed it all on her own, kicking himself for expecting her to manage it alone when he was deployed.

A loud, shrill shriek had him yanking his head away from his daughter as she sobbed unhappily, her tiny fist curling into his flannel shirt.

“C’mon, Charlie girl,” he murmured into her curling blond hair, pressing a small kiss to her head as he paced. “You just had your first birthday a few weeks ago. Can you be a big girl for your daddy and stop crying? Please?” Her green eyes glimmered with tears as she continued to sob in response.

“Rooster, please, man…” Javy groaned, half buried in a pile of Charlie’s toys that he had been shaking and tossing around in an attempt to get her to stop crying.

“My—”

“Rooster, I will buy you a new set of vocal cords,” Jake bargained as Charlie hiccupped before resuming her shrill shrieks. “Please, if not for me, then for Charlie. I need her to stop crying before she makes herself sick.”

Rooster whined before turning back to the piano against the wall. “You guys owe me so bad,” he grumbled before placing his hands on the keys and pressing out a familiar tune. “You shake my nerves, and you rattle my brain…”

Jake held his breath as the song came to an end, the air ringing with blessed quiet, punctuated by an angelic baby giggle. With a groan, he sank to his knees, his legs too tired to carry him the five feet needed to get to the couch.

“Thank god.” He hefted Charlie up to sit beside him on the floor, keeping his hand on her back as he sagged against the wall. “So, she clearly doesn’t like sweet potato,” he sighed, watching her crawl over to a sprawled-out Javy and snatch one of her toys from underneath his leg.

“You feed her sweet potato again, you’ll be the one getting the rooster in your bedroom,” Rooster grumbled, closing the piano with a light thud.

“You do that, and you’ll wake her up,” Javy pointed at the little blond baby currently chewing on her toy giraffe’s foot. “And then we’ll all be miserable.”

Jake fixed his oldest friend with a glare. “No shit talking my daughter, dude.”

Charlie’s head popped up at the shift in tone in her father’s voice, her green eyes searching the room until she found him, her face breaking out into a wide gummy smile. She pressed her tiny palm into Javy’s stomach and propelled herself to her feet, wavering unsteadily even as Javy’s hand automatically rose to cushion her back. Jake leaned forward, scrambling away from the wall to sit a few feet directly in front of her.

“Come here, Charlie,” he called, waggling his fingers at her, smiling back as she grinned. “Come on, baby girl, you can do it.”

Time seemed to slow down as Charlie looked towards him before taking a small, shaky step in his direction. Javy propped himself up on his elbows and Rooster turned on the piano bench to watch on bated breath as she took another step, then another.

“C’mon, sweetheart. You’ve got this!”

“Let’s go, Charlie!”

“Atta girl!”

Jake’s heart was in his throat, a feeling better than going Mach 10 racing through his body as his daughter took one last, final step before collapsing into his arms with a giggle. With a loud cheer, he scooped her up and paraded her around the room to the sound of Javy and Rooster’s applause before whisking her into the office and collapsing into his chair.

“I’m so proud of you, baby girl,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead as she cooed softly at him. He’d missed so much, and his heart panged when he thought about Abby and what he was missing from her life. His hand was halfway to his phone when he stopped himself, pulling it back to hold Charlie tighter against him. He’d tried before and he wouldn’t be putting himself through that again. He missed Abby, of course, but Mav had always told them that they couldn’t afford to be constantly looking backwards, that thinking would be the death of them, so he had to focus on the here and now, on the ranch, on the daughter he did have instead of on the one he missed.

“Da-da…” he looked down at the sound and smiled through the tears pooling in his eyes.

“Yeah, baby girl. Dada is here. And he’s not going anywhere. I promise.”

The Airport, Now

Charlie’s hands trembled around her passport as the camp bus pulled into the drop off lane of the Buffalo Niagara International Airport. She looked up as Abby gripped her wrist with a determined grin.

“Last chance to change our minds,” she whispered as the campers around them started to disembark with loud promises of keeping in touch.

“No,” Charlie whispered, handing the passport out to Abby. “I want to do this. I want to meet mum.”

Abby nodded, taking the outstretched passport and handing Charlie her own. “And I’m desperate to meet dad.”

“Remember, he’s going to meet you at the gate in Waco, so you’re going to have to bring your A Game right away.”

“I’ve got a five-hour flight in order to prepare,” Abby assured. “I’m more worried about you. Uncle Bob is meeting you at the security desk. Are you ready?”

Charlie nodded, a look of steely determination overtaking her face. “I didn’t cut my hair and let you pierce my ears for nothing.”

Charlie thought that Amelia was going to have a heart attack when she walked into the Brig on their last day of their punishment to find them looking identical, their hair the same length and an extra pair of Abby’s earrings studding Charlie’s ears. She’d nearly collapsed onto one of the beds when she heard that they didn’t want to return to their cabin, that they wanted to stay in the Brig. To her credit, she didn’t ask any questions, just shook her head and walked away.

Abby nodded, fiddling with her duffle bag nervously. “Remember, Uncle Bob will be taking you from the airport to meet mum at home. She—”

“Abby, breathe,” Charlie placed her hands on her sister’s shoulders and shook her lightly. “Dad is going to love you. And mum is going to love me. And they’re not going to figure out that we swapped until we tell them a week from tomorrow.”

Abby bit her lip and nodded. “I know. I just…I can’t wait to meet him.”

“I know…” she smiled back. “I’m so excited to meet mum.”

Abby smiled suddenly and tugged her into a hug. “I’m so glad I met you,” she whispered, and Charlie wrapped her arms around her, squeezing her tight.

“Me too.”

Abby pulled back, wiping at her eyes. “Okay. You need to get to the security desk. Remember, Uncle Bob will be waiting for you. Brown hair, tall, glasses.”

“And Dad will be waiting for you at the gate in Waco. He might have Uncle Rooster or Uncle Javy with him. You remember who is who?”

Abby nodded. “Rooster’s got the moustache. Javy has tattoos.”

“Exactly.”

The girls looked up as an announcement came over the loudspeaker, calling an Abigail Floyd to the security desk.

Charlie bit her lip anxiously. “I guess this is it.”

Abby grabbed her up in a hug again. “You’re going to be great. Call me whenever you need, and I’ll see you soon.”

“See you soon!”

Charlie took a deep breath and headed off in the direction of the security desk. Coming around the corner, she saw him. A tall man in a pilot’s uniform, with brown hair and glasses, his blue eyes scanning over the crowd until he spotted her, his eyes studying her for a moment before breaking into a smile.

Charlie took a moment to compose herself, whispering under her breath in the British accent she had been practicing for weeks, “You can do this. You have to do this.”

“U-Uncle Bob!” she finally called out, her accent ringing true as she rushed towards him, tossing her duffle bag to the floor before launching herself into his arms.

“Whoa! Easy, kiddo!” Bob chuckled, gathering her into his arms. “I missed you too!”

“S-sorry,” she murmured into his neck, her arms tightening around his neck. “I just missed you so much.”

“Six weeks was a long time, huh?”

Charlie pulled back, sniffling slightly. “Yeah. It…it felt like a lifetime.”

Bob crouched in front of her, his brown eyes tracing over her features like an X-ray machine, and Charlie gulped. There was no way he could know she wasn’t Abby, right? They were identical, save for a few freckles here and there, and a scar that Charlie had on her knee. But nobody could remember the exact pattern of someone’s freckles, and her knees were covered, so there’s no way he knew.

Finally, he smiled. “It felt like a lifetime for me too, sweetheart.” He reeled her back in, hugging her tightly before releasing her and drawing himself up to his full height. “Now, come on. We’ve got to get you checked in and ready to go for our flight back home.”

Charlie woke with a start as she felt the plane touch down onto the runway, a smooth landing executed by a skilled pilot. She shouldn’t have been surprised. Even though Bob had been with Dagger Squad, like her dad and uncles, he was a WSO, not a pilot, so she was surprised to hear that he was flying passenger aircrafts after retiring, but Abby had told her all about how Bob had gone for his pilot’s license after retiring from the Navy and how Nat had helped him study and prepare.

Charlie gulped nervously. She had had the whole transatlantic flight to soothe her nerves over meeting her mother for the first time, to convince herself that her father wouldn’t be too disappointed in her for running away, to assure herself that her and Abby’s plan would work. She had a sister. And a mother. And an uncle and an aunt that she had never met before. The risk of her father’s disappointment was worth it in order to meet them.

As Abby had instructed her, she waited patiently in her seat until all the other passengers had cleared out before taking the duffle that was being pulled out of the overhead compartment by one of the flight attendants and heading towards the front of the plane, where her uncle was waiting.

“You ready to go see your mom?”

Charlie felt her cheeks flush. “Yes!”

Bob chuckled, his eyes twinkling behind his glasses. “Alright, sweetheart. Let’s go see your mom.” Bob shouldered the duffle and led her off the plane, through customs, and down to a town car that was waiting for them. “From the last text she sent, your mom is working in her office at home, and Nat is at work,” Bob informed her quietly.

Right. Auntie Nat worked as a kickboxing instructor now since she was given a medical discharge from the Navy. And mom’s office was at the top of the stairs, two doors down on the right. Both Abby and Charlie had drawn maps of their houses, ensuring to include even the slightest detail so that there would be no surprises. Charlie had studied the map multiple times a day, until she felt like she could walk it in her sleep, even though she’d never been there before. Abby had also printed her a map of the neighbourhood when they were given their computer privileges back, as well as a map of the London tube system, though she had assured her that she would never have to take the tube alone if she didn’t want to.

“Abby?”

She hummed as her eyes darted here and there, taking in the old buildings and the people. They looked the same as the people in Texas, just less plaid and cowboy hats, but they seemed so different to her. She’d only been to a big city a few times, preferring to stick to her small ranching town, so everyone seemed so busy, rushing down the street, their cellphones stuck to their ears.

“Abigail?”

Everything was so new, so shiny. She gaped as an actual, real life red double decker bus drove by their town car, and her stomach was knotted over the fact that they were driving on the wrong side of the road.

“Abigail Floyd, for someone who hugged me so hard you almost cracked my rib, you sure seem intent on ignoring me right now.”

Charlie blinked. Abigail Floyd. That was her. Well, not her, but who she was supposed to be, at least for right now.

“Oh. Sorry, Uncle Bob,” she yanked her British accent into place. “I was just…reminiscing. You know, about camp…and about how homesick I was.”

Bob smiled softly at her, his blue eyes twinkling behind his glasses. “I’m glad you had such a good time. I know it’s a struggle to be away from home for so long, but I knew you’d have fun and make friends.”

“I did,” she replied quickly. “I met some great friends, and I downloaded WhatsApp onto my phone so I could keep in contact with them. Is that alright?”

“I’m sure your mom will be fine with that. That’s why she got you the phone, after all. To keep in touch with family and friends who are in the States,” Bob’s voice twinged with…something. Perhaps a hint of regret or maybe even anger.

“Good. Because I really like this one girl,” she grinned. “We became best friends.”

“That’s great, sweetheart,” he smiled back. “You never know where you’ll find your best friend.”

“Like you and Auntie Nat, right? You met at Top Gun.”

“That’s right, sweetheart.”

Charlie grinned. “Now the two of you are basically brother and sister.”

Bob chuckled. “Yeah, we basically are. Maybe you and this girl will be like sisters too,” he replied, shooting her a playful look out of the corner of his eye.

She gave him a tight-lipped grin in return. Uncle Bob had always been strangely intuitive, she knew that much from Abby’s stories, but he was hitting a lot of nails on their heads right now and it was spooking her like crazy. So much so, that she hadn’t even registered that the car had stopped moving.

“We’re here!” she cried, scrambling to unbuckle her seatbelt and get out of the car, her uncle’s echoing behind her as she launched herself out of the open door and up the stairs towards the bright red front door.

“The door’s open, sweetheart, so you can go on in,” Bob called, grabbing her duffle and his suitcase from the trunk of the car.

Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she opened the door into the flat that Abby shared with their mother, uncle, and aunt.

The interior was exactly as Abby had described. Homey and cozy, but still posh. The living room to the left of the door held brown leather couches, lots of bookcases, and a few plants hanging from the curtain rod. The window seat was where Abby and their mother read, together and separately. Charlie knew that the kitchen was just on the other side of the living room, where her family ate dinner together whenever Uncle Bob wasn’t flying.

But Charlie wasn’t interested in any of that, no matter how comfy it looked after a long international flight. No, her sights were set on the staircase in front of her, which she climbed slowly, her legs trembling with each step. She could picture Abby’s map so clearly in her mind: the first door on the right was the bathroom, the second was mom’s office, and the third was Bob’s bedroom. On the left came mom’s bedroom, then Abby’s, then Auntie Nat’s.

Charlie stepped onto the landing of the staircase, her eyes locked on the door of the second room on the right, which was cracked open just a touch. Her heart pounding in her chest, she slowly approached and, with a ringing in her ears, she quietly pressed the door open and walked inside.

There she was.

Charlie dashed at the tears that were welling in her eyes at the sight of her mother. Her mother. She wasn’t some imaginary figure anymore. She was solid flesh and bone. For years to come, Charlie would be able to picture the way her eyes scanned over the screen in front of her, the way her hair was piled up on top of her head, the way her slim fingers danced across the laptop keys, the way her buttercup tattoo peeked out from the neckline of her shirt. They weren’t images conjured up by her lonely mind anymore. They were real. She was real.

“M-Mum?” she whispered.

Her mother almost jumped out of her chair. “Oh my…Abby?”

Charlie swallowed hard as she nodded. “I’m home.”

“Oh, honey, I missed you so much!” Buttercup scooted her wheely chair across the floor and pulled her into a hug, and Charlie felt herself melt as she hugged her mother back just as tightly.

“I missed you too, mum,” she whispered.

“Six weeks is just way too long, love. I don’t care how much Auntie Nat raved about this camp, six weeks of you being across the ocean is just way too much for me.”

“I agree,” Charlie nodded into her shoulder. “I don’t want to be away from you for that long ever again.” She sniffled as she felt her mother press a kiss into her hair before pulling away.

“You won’t be, love. I promise.” Buttercup’s thumbs gently stroked away the tears from her daughter’s cheeks before tugging her into a hug again. “I meant to be finished with this chapter before you got home so we could spend the rest of the day together.”

“That’s alright. Is it coming along?”

Abby had filled her in on how their mother was a relatively successful author, Charlie even recognizing a few of her book titles from her bookshelf at home. Their mother’s writing was part of why Abby felt that their parents would fall in love again when they had to meet to switch them back. Buttercup’s current, more adult story was about a military man meeting and falling in love with an artistic woman, falling apart, and coming back together to live a happily ever after, and it had Abby convinced that their mother still had feelings for their father.

“I’m struggling, baby,” Buttercup sighed. “These two clearly love each other, but I can’t seem to figure out how to get them back together.” Buttercup looked up and smiled at her. “But they don’t matter right now,” she shut her laptop with a click. “What do you say you and I go out for lunch? You can fill me in on everything that happened at camp. I want to know everything. Six weeks is just way too long and I just know that you have stories to share.”

Charlie’s smile was so wide, it hurt her cheeks. “I’d love that, mum.”

Buttercup pulled her into another hug and kissed her hair. “Go get changed and I’ll meet you downstairs in ten minutes.” Buttercup smiled as she pulled away from her. “I missed you so much, baby. I love you.”

Charlie’s heart sang in her chest. She knew, of course, that her mom thought she was talking to Abby, but it didn’t matter to her. Her mom loved her, it didn’t matter who she was directing those words to. No one would be able to take them away from her. They would echo in her mind for an eternity. She’d heard those words from her father a million times, and they meant the world to her, but from her mother? They were sacred, special. They felt like a gift she hadn’t know she was going to receive.

“I love you too, mum,” she whispered, hugging her tight before racing towards the bedroom Abby had marked out for her on the map.

She finally had a mother, and she wasn’t going to miss a second.

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[theggning]

Luis as Don Quixote

Luis' affection for/continuing references to Don Quixote are one of my favorite little details in RE4make. We find several files that mention it was his favorite book as a child, and of course he brings it up in chapter 11, casting himself as Don Quixote (the "dashing" hero), Leon as Sancho Panza (the goofy sidekick), and Ashley as Dulcinea (the beautiful, kidnapped princess.)

For the uninitiated, Don Quixote is an early 17th century Spanish novel by Miguel de Cervantes about a middle aged nobleman whose obsession with books leads him to become a "knight," setting out to live the romantic ideals of chivalry and make the world a better place. However, out of delusion or idealism bordering on delusion, he makes foolish mistakes and causes a lot of trouble (for instance, the famous "tilting at windmills" incident.) The novel is a parody of the chivalric stories popular at the time, and interpretations over the years vary on whether Don Quixote is a comedic or a tragic figure, whether we are meant to feel pity for him or view him as a fool and a menace to society.

RE4make shows us that a young Luis was inspired to become a scientist by the plaga infection and death of his grandfather, and set out on his career in the outside world with good intentions. But just like Don Quixote, his obsession and idealism led him to making mistakes, both in his work for Umbrella and his affiliation with Los Illuminados. Though it's implied Luis kept some kind of moral compass intact (he quit Umbrella even before everything went to hell, and he was working to undermine and counter Saddler for some time,) he feels responsible for the collateral damage wrought by his work and blames himself for not seeing his mistakes before it was too late to prevent them.

I just find the whole thing really poignant. Luis holds lifelong enthusiasm for a story about a man who wants to make the world a better place, but who screws up over and over again. Regardless, Don Quixote keeps trying, hoping he'll be able to live up to the hero he's always wanted to be. The "Man of La Mancha" Quixote himself never succeeds at this, eventually returning to his ordinary life and regretful of the harm he has caused.

Luis, on the other hand, really does become a hero. No matter his past actions and no matter how sketchy he acts, by the time he announces his partnership with Leon, Luis is fully committed to a cause greater than saving his own skin. He makes an ACTIVE CHOICE to help Leon and Ashley when it is completely at odds with his own survival, and when he has the means of his own rescue in hand. If he left with Ada as soon as he recovered the Amber, Luis would have lived longer-- but more than likely fallen right back into his same old mistakes and handed over a bioweapon to Wesker. Choosing to help Leon and Ashley seals his fate, but it unquestionably saves both of their lives-- not to mention leads to the chain of events that end Saddler and Los Illuminados, potentially saving the world.

Unlike Don Quixote, Luis does manage to become a hero in the end. And unlike the original game, RE4make acknowledges and remembers it long after he's already gone. Dr. Luis Serra Navarro really was a fine knight, and he really did save the day.

[sun-marie]

Six-song soundtrack

Rules: If you're tagged, make a new post with links to music and/or lyrics describing the following:

An event that defines your character's past

How your character sees themselves

How others view them

Their closest relationship (platonic or romantic)

A major fight scene

End credits song

tagged by @solas-backpack-mug, thank you so much for the tag <333

I went with my BG3 Tav, Zephyr Skybreeze 💙

An event that defines your character's past: Lara - The Arcadian Wild

How your character sees themselves: Bird Song - Juniper Vale

How others view them: The Poet - The Arcadian Wild

Their closest relationship (platonic or romantic): De Selby Part 2 - Hozier

A major fight scene: Bones - Imagine Dragons

End credits song: Cover Me In Sunshine - P!nk

An event that defines your character's past

Lara - The Arcadian Wild

I've mentioned it a few times before, but this song was the initial inspiration for zephyr as a character <3

Lara, don't you let 'em get your head down

They don't know a thing about the rain clouds

They don't even know which way the wind's bound

So how could they know your name?

Lara, don't you let 'em get your head down

You're carrying the fire, don't forget now

You're living in a land that's all but run down

So how could they know your name?

^ when zephyr was a kiddo, she had trouble making friends and used to get bullied by other kids for her air genasi powers. This song represents her grandfather encouraging her and reminding he and her namesake, zephyr's late father, love her.

How your character sees themselves

Bird Song - Juniper Vale

I want to dance on the horizon line

But there is something I am caged behind

I have a heart made for take flight

But I'm low, so low

^ this part references the trouble she can have connecting with others, and her desire to do so despite the difficulty.

I want to join in with the meadowlarks

Chase after the song of where the wild things are

The symphony's awakening my sparrow heart

I know, I'll go

^ though obviously the tadpole is not ideal and she still wants it removed throughout the story, turns out making friends is much easier when they can see how she actually feels behind her "resting bitch face". The friends she made over the journey do awaken a kind of joy in her and help her be more confident.

How others view them

The Poet - The Arcadian Wild

She said, "Make sure you're lookin' where you step

You've a tendency not to notice

There's an arrowhead underneath each of our noses

If we get out of our own heads and look around"

^ most of her companions were impressed with her curiosity and observation, and Gale especially by the well of knowledge she had about what, to him, seemed like mundane objects around them.

We just might see the trees like she did

Her father's heart and might in the forest

And they spoke to her like a daughter

So she planted more

^ another reference to her late dad, and the interaction of her air genasi and wood elf heritage.

Their closest relationship (platonic or romantic)

De Selby Part 2 - Hozier

for this one I went with her partner, Gale, and the kinda desperate quality their relationship has due to the threat of the orb.

I wanna run against the world that's turnin'

I'd movе so fast that I'd outpace the dawn

I wanna be gonе

I wanna run so far, I'd beat the mornin'

Before the dawn has come, I'd block the sun

If you want it done

^ gale and zephyr, for most of acts 2 and 3, feel like they are racing against the clock before his inevitable sacrifice (even if zephyr says different out loud), and so they have to make every second count, either trying to find an alternate solution or enjoying each other while they can :')

Let all time slow, let all light go

^ more of that

I only need the workin' of my hands

^ a reference to Gale's hands, which I feel like are a theme in his romance

A major fight scene

Bones - Imagine Dragons

okay so the lyrics of this one don't really match up lol BUT I watched an Arcane amv a while ago that timed Vi's punches with "got this feeling" part and not only did it change my brain chemistry but it's also how imagine Zephyr fighting when she doesn't have her staff <3

There is this part in the chorus though -

I got this feeling in my soul

Go ahead and throw your stones

'Cause there's magic in my bones

^ which again relates to the bullying she went through bc of her powers (even though it's not really 'magic' like the weave)

End credits song

Cover Me In Sunshine - P!nk

From a distance all these mountains

Are just some tiny hills

Wildflowers, they keep living

While they're just standing still

I've been missing yesterday

But what if there's a better place?

^ This part shows her perspective on the events of the game as a Thoughts of the Forest monk, and how even if things don't (or can't) return to how they were before the tadpole, she has faith in the natural order of the world to make a better future.

Cover me in sunshine

Shower me with good times

^ how I envision her life with Gale in Waterdeep <3

tagging @modwyr @glamfellens and @full---ofstarlight if y'all haven't been tagged yet, as well as anyone else who'd like to play!

[veiledmeolody]

my name is [ DILAN ŞAHIN ] … and i am from [ MANHATTAN NY ] and i’m a [ PROFESSIONAL BALLERINA ]. i lived in helltown for [ 6 MONTHS ] because [ I CAN’T GO HOME ]. i am [ 28 ] my pronouns are [ SHE/HER ] and i am [ METICULOUS, DISCREET, CREATIVE ] though some may say i’m [ STUBBORN, RECKLESS , SLY ]. i also hear i look a lot like [ ASLIHAN MALBORA] but, i don’t know if i see it. i’m here because [ I’M LOOKING FOR MY EX-BOYFRIEND TO GET HIM TO LEAVE ME ALONE ] but, maybe there’s more to it than that. you never know with helltown.

ABOUT DILAN: Every night I try my best to dream.

CHARACTER BASICS

FULL NAME: Dilan Esra Şahin

NICKNAME(S): Dil, Dee

AGE: Twenty-Eight

GENDER & PRONOUNS: Cis Woman, She/Her

FACE CLAIM: Aslihan Malbora

EYE COLOR: Brown

HAIR COLOR: Brown

HEIGHT: 5′6″

DATE OF BIRTH: February 18th

ZODIAC SIGN: Aquarius

HOGWARTS HOUSE: Slytherin

OCCUPATION: Ballerina

HOMETOWN: Manhattan, NY

FAMILY

mother: Dilara Sehin father: Adem Sahin older brother: tbd middle brother: tbd

CHARACTER HISTORY

Growing up in a noteworthy family within New York, Dilan didn’t have a need for a lot of things — her parents made sure of that. Her father inherited a multi million dollar chain of hotels from her grandfather and somehow a small town waitress (now) socialite landed him. 

Her older brother is first in line to take over and her father has been practically raising him for the role since he was born. 

She fell into the role of the background child, getting away with everything that didn’t affect the family publicly. 

Her parents drilled the importance of image and reputation into all of their children, informing them that something small could blow up in their faces and cost them everything. 

She figured being the baby of the family would help lighten their ideals, especially having two sons before she was born but Dilan was left living a double life — one where she wanted her name to mean something beyond the hospitality business. 

Her childhood love was ballet, from the age of 3 to now she’d found herself within the walls of a studio. She’d train during the week and left the weekend (Friday nights included) to secretly take on the nightlife with her friends. 

Dilan met her now ex boyfriend in a club, a man who didn’t know her as anything more than plain old Dilan. She felt like she could really be herself around him and he was the person that was always there when she needed someone. 

A few years ago she was there on center stage, playing Juliet in a small Broadway theater and her ankle went to give out on her. Her ex watched everything from the front row, her family didn’t catch it, but he saw the resilience in her eyes as she refused to let her body fall to the ground in front of a crowd. Once she got off the stage she could barely put pressure on her left ankle, still she didn’t let herself fall until she was alone with him in her dressing room. 

There was more than meets the eye to her boyfriend, he had a connection to someone who would allow her to keep her injury in the shadows. Sure under the table pain medicine wasn’t the most trustworthy thing, but it kept the public from seeing she had a weakness to prey on. 

Soon she didn’t need the pills at all, the injury healed, but that wasn’t enough for her to stop taking them. Though she never blamed her ex for the addiction, he was there with her every step of the way (also getting high) This made their relationship slightly unhealthy, but it was clear that the feelings between the two of them were real.

Her parents found out about the relationship and the ties he had to addictive substances and demanded she cut ties. The plan was to send her abroad and pay him to leave town — once he fled they found out the other side to their relationship and kicked Dilan out of her childhood home.

The girl did some digging and found out her parents had paid him to stay away and now he was demanding more or he’d go to the media and tell them everything he knew about the Sahin’s.

His trail led her to Helltown, Ohio. and she’s hoping she’ll be able to track him down and convince him to leave her alone.

[jaceeverett]

THE INSPIRATION BEHIND... JASON EVERETT BROWNING

only a human / george ezra 🎧

vagabond / caamp 🎧

and it's still alright / nathaniel rateliff 🎧

jace is ... army fatigues folded neatly in a box, old maps shoved into the glove box of his Jeep, the lingering scent of smoke, a half-empty beer bottle on the bartop of a dive bar while dancing with a girl he doesn't know, dog tags tucked under his t-shirt, blonde hair slicked back in a bun, the wayward returning brother, a proud uncle, most likely to have a #vanlife sticker, outdoors.

Prefacing this to say that there are mentions of the military, September 11th and mental health throughout this!

Jason Everett Browning was inspired by a number of things in my life and also taken from various television shows and movies. Lindsey often tells me that I have the movie taste of a 40 year old Republican dad, which is pretty funny, given that I am about as liberal as they come... but do end up getting suckered into watching war movies a little too often. Between that, and my protective, mothering nature over Justin Walker from Brothers & Sisters, which I was watching while working on crafting Jason, and some other favorite characters from the 911 and 911: Lonestar shows that I get sucked into, and the inspiration for this guy just kind of... happened. Not to mention the fact that I have had Luke Mitchell in my back pocket as a face claim for forever (I always said that if not for Zach, he would've made a good Cage, and there's a lot of ways that Jason and Cage are similar, just with Cage having way nicer clothes and being much more steady in his life.) and knew that I wanted to use him for this character.

First things first, there is a trailer in my backyard from the US Army that's my grandfather's. Other than an aunt an uncle who served, that's about where my ties to the military end. I'm also staunchly anti-war, and think we need police reform like yesterday, so putting together this character was... way outside of my wheelhouse. I did a lot of research into different branches of service, played around with timelines and dates, and put my thinking cap on to figure out how to create a well-rounded character that shared some of my beliefs and ideals while still being their own person, so as to avoid making him too much of a political statement. Especially since... you know, this is roleplay on Tumblr dot com. It's also supposed to be fun.

My initial take of Jason was a boy who grew up in Merrock, in a trailer in the backwoods. He was friendly with everyone, but rarely had friends over, and instead preferred to sneak beer from his dad's fridge and meet up at parties. He would have left town to try to make something of himself, joining the Army and returning years later after serving for an extended amount of time. But then I decided to pick up the wanted connection for a Browning sibling, and did a little re-work while staying true to the parts of Jason that I was drawn to the most. He grew up in Merrock, but his family was well known, and he had a lot of friends, but he still snuck out to those parties to drink some PBR. Instead of leaving town to join the Army as a way of making something of himself, he joined the Army to get away from his parents, to have a fresh chance of life without living in any shadows or worrying about meeting expectations.

Jason served in the Army directly after September 11th; he went into basic training just before, without knowing what would happen next, and then got called overseas to fight a war that he didn't want to fight and didn't really believe in the longer it went on. The inspiration for that comes a lot from the fact that probably most of us writing in this group were alive when that happened, remember it clearly, and also have changed and evolved how we look at the world, wars, our different militaries -- everything. I wanted Jason to be no different, except to have experienced it all first hand, and at the first chance he got to leave, he did. And didn't look back. (Sidenote: do some research into how hard it is to leave the military, you have to convince some grand dude that you don't believe in the war, it's wild.) Of course, he deals with PTSD and depression, the way that so many veterans do, and I wanted to handle that as carefully as possible, having him speak to a therapist as often as he needs, and to work towards surrounding himself with people who love him over time. He's the kind of veteran who fights for help for his brothers, vouching for therapy and mental health hotlines, and although he is hesitant to speak about his time in the Army, he's not hesitant to say that things need to change. But he still wears his dog tags daily.

Past all of that deep, dark stuff... I really wanted to play someone who worked in and around the state parks! Partially because I myself am a huge state park nerd. I spend a lot of my summertime visiting local ones, or even traveling to others. I wasn't so interested in someone taking up the law abiding side of all of that, so Jason leaves all the heavy stuff to the other rangers and is very into the conservation and environmental side of things -- he attended school in Montana once he moved out west and studied the environment and agriculture and all of that good stuff. One of his main goals in Merrock is to conserve the land, make sure the habitats remain safe for the native plants and animals, and to teach kids to follow in his footsteps. Run a few nature programs, that sort of thing. I chose to have him live and work in Yellowstone because... it's pretty! (Although it is on my watch list, I have not watched Yellowstone. Someday!) And living in a camper just made sense, too. I won't even tell you how long I spent googling the perfect little camper for him. But I found it. His lifestyle and career were all just inspired by the fact that I love to be outdoors, would live outdoors if I could (with internet, of course), and love being among the trees and flowers and even the animals.

Growing up in a small town, all of our fire companies are staffed by volunteers: people who put their lives on the line for very little pay, so I was inspired by that. Jason has all of the proper training, courses and experience to be a professional, full-time firefighter, but chooses to volunteer for when they need him or are short staffed, as a way to give back, in his mind.

Personality-wise, I wanted to play someone who was a bit of an introvert, but is trying to come out of his shell since he is living in a new town (or old, in this case) and building his life back up. He doesn't like wearing nice clothes, probably only owns one suit, and prefers to cook at home rather than going out to eat. He's a lot different from most of my characters in that he wanted to get out of Merrock, vs. living there their whole lives and loving it, being called home, or falling in love once moving there. Granted, he's come around to wanting to be home again, but still. He fluctuates from being the person making everyone around him laugh harder than they've laughed before... and being the quietest one in the room, depending on what's going through his head. Intimately, he's a pretty open person. He's bisexual and has been with men and women alike in the past, finding himself more attracted to the individual than a gender in particular, but is not the relationship kind of person. He can probably count on one hand the amount of serious relationships he has been in since high school, for example, but could never keep count of the amount of people he's slept with. He doesn't really have any interest in having children; part of him thinks that since he didn't have a good dad, he wouldn't be a good dad. But he also knows to keep an open mind about his future. Most of that was just inspired by me wanting to play someone open to anything, someone that would really let me dive into chemistry connections. At the moment, he doesn't have any pets, and doesn't have any immediate plans to get any, because of the amount of time he spends working in the park, and the fact that he lives in a pretty small camper. But he does love to garden... and that, he got from me. Jason has a vegetable garden that has more square footage than his actual living space, and he's working on planting fruit trees, too.

Oh, and he has tattoos! Those were inspired by a few things: the pine tree on his wrist by his home in Maine, the compass to always take him where he needs to go, the mountainscape on his back by his time in Yellowstone, and the Smokey Bear on his thigh by ... okay, so, I kind of just really love Smokey Bear.

As Jason is my newest baby, I feel like I'm still inspired by little things every day. I just saw a post on my Facebook feed about a local park rescue, and realized that I am inspired by that, too, or inspired by reading my state's conservation page's updates about what native plants are better to put in the ground than invasive species, and realizing that I want Jason to teach that sort of thing to locals. Every day is a little more inspiration and a little more growth for Jace.

[benjaminodell]

Welcome to Aurora Bay, [BENJAMIN O'DELL]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [BILL SKARSGARD]. You must be the [TWENTY EIGHT] year old [WAITER AT NEPTUNE]. Word is you’re [WARM] but can also be a bit [ABSENT MINDED] and your favorite song is [CONSTANT HEADACHE BY JOYCE MANOR]. I also heard you’ll be staying in [OCEAN CREST APARTMENTS]. I’m sure you’ll love it! 

Basic Information

Full Name: Benjamin ‘Ben’ O’Dell

Age: 28

Date of Birth: April 3rd, 1994

Zodiac: Aries ☀, Capricorn ☾, Aquarius ↑

Hometown: North Caldwell, NJ

Gender: Cis Male

Pronouns: He/Him

Orientation: Heterosexual

Occupation: Waiter at Neptune

Family: 

Melissa O’Dell - Mother James O’Dell - Father Courtney O’Dell - Older Sister UTP O’Dell - Younger Brother

Headcannons

Has a cat named Squish that he loves very dearly

Lives like a frat boy ninga turtle - red bull, beer, cigarettes, and take out pizza

Has odd sleeping habits. Somedays he’s up till 5am other days he’s in bed at 11pm

Working on getting a tattoo sleeve done on left arm, it’s mostly done.

Knows all the bad movies on Netflix

NEVER HAS GROCERIES IN HIS HOME

Has a thick Jersey accent

Tells people his parents named after Ben by Michael Jackson because the song is about a rat. His mother HATES that he tells people this and makes sure people know that he was actually named after his grandfather. 

Thinks he’s good at pranks- he is not.

Biography 

(tw: drugs, substance abuse, alcohol, hospitalization, near overdose, violence)

Benjamin Odell, better known as just Ben, has always had trouble following him. Ever since he was a little boy he try to eat his toys, or paint the walls with finger paints. His parents had a hard time keeping up with him, and his two other siblings. Most would say his family was pretty normal, they went to church on Sundays, had a family dinner every night, the kids went to public schools, and the parents worked 9 to 5 jobs. Around his fourteenth birthday Benjamin decided he would be called just Ben, and started to act out. 

Ben would start fights with his classmates just because he could, and would bum cigarettes off his older friends. As the rest of his family arrived home from church, he would be coming home from whatever party he went to on Saturday night.

As a freshman in high school, Ben started to befriend some of his older classmates, and he started to notice women. One girl in particular always caught his attention. Her name was Heather. She had a deep passion for music. In order to get her attention Ben joined his school’s band. He signed up to play percussion because it seemed to be the coolest instrument. He was really bad at first, but soon he would get the hang of it. After beating some drums for a few months, music became something he was also very passionate about, getting his crush’s attention was also an extra perk.

Once he gained enough confidence he asked Heather out, and she agreed to a date. The first date was successful, and in a few months the two became an inseparable pair. It was a classic good girl goes for the bad guy situation. She would watch him get into fist fights, and he would clean up when he was invited to dinner with her family. 

As freshman year ended, and summer started Ben found a lot of free time on his hands. Ideally, he wanted to spend time with his girlfriend Heather, but her family decided to send her to band camp for the summer. Ben spent most of that summer with his friends.

That same summer on a hot July night he was invited to a party thrown by a couple of upperclassmen. Before this Ben only smoked a few cigarettes a day, but now he was exposed to booze and an assortment of drugs. He had a couple of beers and a few hits from a joint, and stayed away from some of the harder drugs his friends were doing. As he went to more of these parties he became more adventurous. 

  When Heather returned home from band camp, they spent the entire week together. He started bringing her to his summer parties. By the end of the night he would be completely inebriated from whatever drugs he chose to do that night, and Heather would have to make sure he got home in one piece. Once school started again, the parties seemed to simmer down, and the pair started to focus on music again. 

Ben and Heather were a strong couple for all of high school, until the end of senior year. Heather was going to college, and Ben was not. Heather broke things off, the week before she left. Ben wasn’t expecting the redhead to break up with him, it hit him like a truck. The fall after graduation was hard, he started drinking more, and hooked up with whomever he could. Ben was starting to fall off the edge, and was simply waiting for the last thing to push him over. 

When Ben was 20 his older sister, Courtney, was engaged to her long term boyfriend. Ben was happy to see her be with someone she loved, but he always felt off about her fiance. One day when they were visiting, they had the house to themselves. Ben walked into one of their fights, they were both yelling at full volume, and didn’t notice Ben coming home. He didn’t think much of the fight until he heard a thud, and his sister screaming. Thanks to his quick thinking, Ben found his younger brother’s baseball bat and started hitting the older man with it until he eventually left. Ben dropped the bat, apologized, and left the house for a few days. He rented a motel room. He got his hands on whatever drugs he could find and nearly overdosed. The only thing he remembers that night was calling Heather. She drove from her university to bring him to the emergency room, and skipped her classes to be with him that day. He was able to leave the hospital within a few days. Right after that he went on another bender. 

Ben’s early twenties were filled with booze, drugs, and sex. He slept with countless women, but never formed any actual relationships with them, he couldn’t after Heather, even years after they broke up. When he wasn’t drunk or high, he spent his time focusing on his music. He dove into learning new instruments. He was able to write a few pieces by himself, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to do it stuck at home, so he moved out of his home with money he had saved up from his assortment of part time jobs and moved out west to Aurora Bay.

Now, Ben hasn’t kicked any of his bad habits, and he still thinks of Heather from time to time, but for now his focus is on music. He found a band to play in as well for which he plays bass. He lives in his apartment with one cat he rescued, when he was able to gather the finances for one.

[judas-is-so-so-silly]

You asked for Enoch lore, I'm gonna give it to you. Sorry in advance for the length. Vague abuse stuff I don't go into detail.

Enoch was born in 1970 in Italy. His father is a demon, who had met his mother after she went through a rebellious phase in which she summoned a demon (enoch's father) with some of her friends. Her friends ran in fear, but she was intrigued. It's important to note that while Enoch refers to this demon as his father, she uses he/she pronouns. Nine months later, enoch's mother gave birth to Enoch, and found that her baby was not human. Enoch has horns, red goat eyes, fur/excess hair, and a tail! Due to the fact that it was the 70s and that enoch's mother wasn't married, she was sort of forced to go back to her parents, who were devoutly Catholic. She, in turn, adopted their ideals which isn't good for a half demon baby as you can imagine. Very toxic and abusive, though his mother never physically hurt him, aside from trying to get the horns removed. When Enoch is nine, his grandfather kind of loses it and dies in a rather violent incident, and Enoch is blamed for it, causing him to be sent to a boarding school until he is thirteen.

 When he is thirteen, he ends up killing the headmaster, and his father shows up and decides to offer him a deal. For most half demon children, they rarely make it to adulthood. Partially bc their demonic nature gives them super bad luck and also due to their altered appearance. Sometimes even their demon parents will kill them too.  Not enoch's though. Enochs father hasn't actually had a child before, and as far as demons go, is generally not dangerous.

The deal is basically a job offer. If Enoch accepts, he will do the earthly tasks that his father gives him. He won't die or get sick as long as he renews the deal every year via human sacrifice. Enoch accepts, and lives with his father until he is eighteen. When he is fourteen, however, he meets Copia. See, enoch's father thought Enoch was lonely and decided to introduce him to the only other half demon kid that would survive past twenty.

It's Copia. Antichrist Copia in full swing. Bc I love it.

They become friends, and Copia actually gives Enoch his name. Enoch is transgender and didn't have a name bc the only other person he talked to was his father who always referred to him as "child" or "son". Copia and Enoch are very close until Enoch disappears from Copia's life when he's nineteen. Now that he is an adult, he's learned exactly what his father wants from him and travels around the world doing it.

Most jobs are just murder, but sometimes he aids someone who has called upon enoch's father for help. Enoch is a glorified secretary basically

He does a couple of things during this time. He tries to figure himself out, dates a couple of shitty men, checks up on Copia in secret, and travels all around the world. In general, he isn't very happy during this period. He's lonely and can't connect with anyone. He only feels somewhat happy when he does his job.

Before Secondo becomes papa, he meets Enoch in the ministry when Enoch does his bi annual secret check up on Copia. He doesn't actually get his name or talk to him at all, but he sees him, wonders why he looks like he does, and gets no answers from anyone. It isn't until Secondo becomes papa when he meets Enoch again, doing his yearly human sacrifice in his hometown. They hit it off real well, but Enoch can't stay around because he's got work to do and also because he isn't interested in a one night stand with the leader of the satanic church. In general he tries not to hang around satanists because they tend to treat him like he's something to win over/tame/control. So he tells secondo that if he really wants to see him again, he can come back next year and gives him one of his teeth (it broke off in a scuffle with his human sacrifice, but it isn't a big deal bc his teeth grow back). Secondo does come back though.

Their relationship starts off kind of slow. They aren't exclusive and it very much depends on the time Enoch has. Enoch also goes into it ready to treat it like his past relationships, but Secondo shuts that down by treating Enoch like his own person lol. Enoch also reunites with Copia, who had and still has an unrequited crush on Enoch. That started off as a joke, with Copia third wheeling with his best friend and brother, and it took off from there. Enoch also has a rivalry with Terzo for something that happened when he was fifteen. Terzo hates him because fifteen year old Enoch kicked him in the shin. 

Enoch also has some powers. Whenever he does skin on skin contact with anyone he can sort of feel their sins. Also he can just stop having a physical body sometimes. Later he gets wings! 

Anyway that's like Most of his thing. I'm forgetting stuff but I'll remember later.

OK THATS SO COOL DAMN BRO YOUR OC LORE GOES HARD

[theorist-influencer-untitled]

5.24.23 Wednesday

12:26 am

Done, showering... Hmm...

Still,having the windblow.... So many frustrations in me but thankful coz I still have everyday but I need a self-fulfillment... I'm not sure if this is trap or whatever...

The windblow came into me year 2007... It spins me for 16 years, the painful part they didn't allow me to fly,someone wants to flatten me unfairly... A lot of judgement and wrong opinions about me coz of the way I look, coz I look probably young from the past years but now having smile lines made me irritated and angry coz it is here for nothing...

16 years made me stronger, was able to meet people on different roads....People that other people might think that oh! My Gosh are those her friends? I met a lot of stranger some are having good soul but he might looked weird coz I met people who smoked and always on the go or look trashy but those people are mature and able to accept me as different from them....But people are different and mixed and we are all having different soul from deep within...

After college were still moment of innocence... A stumbled and I had a long walk of innocence... Like what I said on my previous stream in Tagged, family is still a family....There is no perfect family but sometimes it hurts when a bad thing probably came from your family... Friends can be a family as well... But like what I said there will be boundaries but it can blend with one another... A conspiracy can happen and it is the most painful thing to know that it might be coming from your own family...

I've been here in this hometown for almost 30 years... I'm always telling to other people that this is my 2nd hometown...

For the recap,my family came originally from Manila, somewhere in Makati, we lived in QC as well... My grandparent's my grandfather was from Pampangga and my grandmother came from cagayan... This family was an ideal family that would fight to earn something in this world...

Like what I said I had a long walk, believe or not year, 2011 I got the maturity of a real adult coz I finished reading the entire bible... I was already on the point of learning life in the hard way, falling in-love innocently, trying to recover something in me that I lost after college....It was a long, happy and sad walk....

Whew! 2011 my mind was already awakened on different things about life... A holy spirit guided me to see the past that my family forgot... Like what I said I need a rebirth supposed to be but there were people who keep on judging me or us coz of some relatives weren't true....Coz we are just human... Being a human is something normal....God gave us the freewill, to choose to be a good person or to be a bad person...

3:19 am

My entire left body is aching....Oh! God save me...

8:19 am

Uncle Jun went to the gang of Georgia'Z Monkeya'Z... Hoping he can still manage his split or if there is demon's inside him hope he can control it coz sometimes his voice and personality is changing,angels...

My personal case? Drinking my first cup of coffee and I still have windblow trap, I still feel self-pity and wanna buy starbucks everyday... I need money to buy stuff that I need to buy coz it's been awhile... I need to have a job/ self-fulfillment for my self-esteem...

I badly need someone who can be supportive of my smile lines to be removed....It is so difficult to find your soulmate... I feel frustrated and it is really a bad emotion to feel this way...

I'm longing to have new added friends who can pull me up most specially mature and pretty man having pretty soul and mature... But I can't exist...

I need MRI my pelvic is really, really aching...

8:48 am

I'm so proud of my baby John, he is maturing and he knows how to find a spot where he feels comfortable and cold...He is a good son-dog... He loves to stay in the kitchen coz it is colder there compared in our living room... I can see the wolfish trait on him....

9:07 am

TUNA BELLY here it is voila! Sinigang Tuna Belly.... Stop being judgemental...

10:05 am

Worth it! Affordable but quality Ice Cream!

Yummy...

12:35 noon

Done, eating lunch and I'm scared of windblow trap... I wanna buy starbucks everyday... I wanna have some collagen shots and botox on my smile lines... I feel frustrated... I'm a college graduate but the reality is smashing me and I'm hurting angels...

I feel desperate to find my soulmate will be in "clover" angels...

3 pm

I wanna leave the hometown...

Uncle Jun's behaviour is different lately....I wonder why....Hmmm....

Still, have the windblow and I hate being judged coz I'm a college graduate and some people are following me and damaging me...

I wanna do collagen shots, angels most specially on my smile lines... I feel self-pity...I feel fat and ugly... I wanna buy starbucks everyday and I miss gym... I miss gaining added new friends most specially that can pull me up to have a lil glow and uppish image...

9:45 pm

My pelvic is aching and I'm not satisfied in this kind of lifestyle,angels...

I lost charm and xfactor... I always wanna end up with someone pretty and mature enough to handle life.....I feel self-pity....Wanna leave the hometown and have some glow and self- fulfillment...

9:54 pm

This Uncle Jun is crazy having weird character...It seems someone is sitting inside him or should I call it a "split"...

Scary if he lost his mind meaning weak mind.... Like there are times that he has a weird demonic voice...

[randomly--accessed--memories]

"quick" rundown of vox and alastor's familial relationships before bed:

vox's parents : two theater actors. had him kind of old. pushed him into becoming a child star at the age of five. did the usual "we're pulling you out of school to tour around the country and making you practice for hours on end with no breaks because it'll make you a harder worker!" routine. made him dance on an injured ankle until permanent damage was done because they didn't wanna cancel any more engagements. guilted him for "losing" his career right before the start of the great depression. when he was younger, he fell for their manipulation tactics but once he got older he was outta there. his experience with them informs how he feels about parenthood in general: if he's not forcing his kids to perform for a crowd with broken limbs or making them feel guilty for not financially providing for the family, then he's a Good Dad™ actually!

vox's wife : married her because she came from a well-connected family and seemed like she'd make an alright wife. she was in love with him at first, he thought she was okay and was just kind of trying to check off what was expected of him. things turned bad once she realized how self-absorbed and disinterested he was. they ended up hating each other, but stayed married because getting divorced would mess up their reputations. she stated using pills to cope, then got hooked on harder stuff as time went on. he lowkey ended up ruining her life indirectly; she was so unhappy and so consumed by her addiction she couldn't even emotionally connect with her kids

vox's son : always kind of knew his dad was an asshole. preferred his mom and it broke his heart to see them screaming at each other and her slowly slipping further into addiction. never felt like he was good enough for vox; they'd go out into the yard once every six months to throw a ball back and forth because That's How You Bond With Your Kids Right? and he'd start telling him his form was off and he needed to do it Like This. resented him for the rest of his life.

vox's daughter : was too young to really understand that he was a bad dad, just that everyone in her family was unhappy all the time. vox found it easier to interact with her than his son for some reason, so would actually be pretty affectionate with her on the rare occasion that he was around. she always had a really idealized version of him in her head which was aggravated by him dying unexpectedly when she was seven. spent the rest of her life in denial that he ever was that bad, even as her brother kept trying to convince her that He Was, Actually.

alastor's father : college student who was spending the summer in new orleans. met his mother, wooed her, and then convinced her to sleep with him by telling her he'd marry her. hopped a train back home as soon as he got what he wanted and was never heard from again. alastor never had a very clear concept of him in his head, he was just too vague an outline to even properly hate.

alastor's mother : he thought she was perfect. she sacrificed so much for him again and again and again, but never resented him for it. she loved him unconditionally and thought he was the brightest little star in the sky. he hid a lot of his red flag behaviors from her, although some things slipped through the cracks. he took her death really hard since it felt so unfair that she should die when those who treated her poorly lived.

alastor's maternal grandparents : helped raise him for the first 6 years of his life. grandfather gave his mother a hard time for having a child out of wedlock and just flat out ignored him most of the time. grandmother was like a second mother to him, although he never saw her again after he and his mother moved out of the bayou.

alastor's "adoptive parents" : mother's cousin was a very sweet lady– she genuinely loved his mother and wanted to do whatever she could to help her. she was good to alastor and he was fond of her, although he never saw her as a mother, only as an auntie. mother's cousin's husband didn't approve of this whole plan, but agreed to it because of his wife's pleading. was always very cold with alastor, looked down on him for being both mixed and illegitimate, and resented having to pretend to be his father. coerced alastor's mother into having an affair with him in order to stay in the house. alastor hated not being able to do anything about that and secretly killed the family dog in retaliation. al eventually smothered him to death while he was in bed with the spanish flu.

Is Alastor aware of Vox’s children - specifically his daughter?

Personally I interpret that Vox was probably a parent who played favorites [unintentional or intentional] and assuming his relationship with his son was likely strained - Vox gave his daughter more attention & affection. Making the memories pop in a bittersweet way.

I could see Alastor being conflicted, depending on if he knew about Vox’s children before he reduced his former friend turned enemy to static. Alastor assuming he was a terrible father [easy assumption because it’s… Vox lol] and feeling so disgusted with a man who already fell into his distaste. We know Alastor’s daddy issues, I can’t imagine him being comfortable with a [absent father at best, neglectful & emotionally abusive father at worst] around unless he were his little plaything.

I can think of so many ways Alastor could torture Vox psychologically with this knowledge. Gaslighting Vox into thinking a porcelain doll is actually his baby, allowing him to get attached to said doll for a while — only to shatter it right in front of him.

“Oh! Well, you can always make a new one! Haha!”

Alastor’s pettiness levels are 100% showing here as the mentality of “replacing the old with the new” that Vox used to spout out constantly is being used — in reference to his “baby”.

Of course Vox is absolutely distraught, feebly sputtering and trying to pick up the broken pieces of the doll before quickly devolving into pure rage.

“I trusted you! She’s my daughter!”

Alastor is merely grinning, laughing even. Right at Vox’s face. Vox is cursing him out using every word in the book, get violent almost immediately - and if any of the hotel residents are there all Hell will break loose.

Alastor could also just say “Oh she’s dead.” Anytime Vox asks where his daughter is… that’s a lot simple than what I just wrote lol.

But yeah neat little scenario I wanted to explore, I absolutely love love love this AU!! Everything is so well-written and thought out! I hope I didn’t write Alastor too evil, or Vox too pathetic(?) :p

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OH JEEZ

Yeah, Vox was... not a great dad. He just wasn't around most of the time and saw his role as breadwinner as the only thing he really needed to do in order to be a Good Father™. He loved his kids in his own, self-absorbed way, but just wasn't involved with them in any meaningful way. He was never abusive towards them but still managed to traumatize them just via the constant, vicious fights he would get into with their mother. You're right though, he did prefer Sarah (his younger child) to Thomas (his elder child) quite a bit, and she ended up with far more fond memories of him because of it.

Alastor is vaguely aware that Vox was a father when he was alive, but never felt any desire to delve into that aspect of his life. Vox lowkey compulsively overshares with the people he'd attracted to and Alastor ended up learning a lot more about him than he really wanted to back when they were friends. I'd never thought about how he would feel about what kind of father Vox was though– that's an interesting concept.

My HC backstory for Alastor is that he was born out of wedlock and never knew his biological father. At age 6, he and his mother left his grandparents' house and moved in with his mother's white cousin and her husband, who agreed to pretend Alastor (who was white-passing) was their son in exchange for his mother working as their maid. When Al was 11, he caught a glimpse of his mother having sex with his "adoptive father"– he'd threatened to kick her and Alastor out of the house if she didn't agree to sleep with him. He grew to loathe the man and eventually smothered him to death while he was recovering from the Spanish Flu that had swept through the house and claimed his mother's life.

With that context, I don't think Alastor would begrudge Vox for being a neglectful father that much since he just sort of sucked in a way that most men from that time period sucked. He'd see Vox's memories of his children in a similar way as he sees Vark; irrelevant and harmless, but a weak point he could easily exploit if he felt it was necessary.

The concept of the doll is fucking brutal. Al would probably be aware of how easily Vox projects memories of Sarah onto various people/things since it happens occasionally with Niffty, but I think that'd be a type of torment restricted to when he's feeling especially sadistic for whatever reason. Alastor thinks of himself as having standards, although he's willing to bend on some of them if he feels like it and can think of a good justification. So yeah, basically Vox's kids are off-limits until they're Not anymore.

Thank you for the compliments! I'm glad you're enjoying it! I really appreciate long, elaborate scenarios like this; they give me a chance to talk about so many different things and get me to consider elements that I previously hadn't thought of.

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okay, I want to hear about your thoughts on Renesmee wanting to eat Edward?? What's up with that. Also would love to hear about your opinion on this child in general. All the people in her life are hardcore projecting on her, what's the alien child's perspective on all this shit. Thanks for all the twilight meta its wild.

Thank you, glad you enjoy my rambling, strange, thoughts.

What’s Up With Renesmee Devouring Her Enemies?

So, this one’s actually a bit of headcanon on my end, not really supported by anything directly. We’re going way into left field with this.

But I do have this. Renesmee is a highly efficient predator, perhaps in a way more so than the vampire (although she is weaker and slower than vampires) and Renesmee is... not human, for whatever that means.

Everything we see of Renesmee’s early biological development, and what we see happening in Nahuel and his sisters, makes a lot of sense from a biological standpoint.

The mother is turned essentially into a hybrid incubator, such that even if she wanted to abort she likely would not be able to or would not survive it. The child grows at a rapid rate in the room and has to eat itself out, at which point it has a starter meal of the human mother. The child then grows absurdly rapidly to the point where, mentally and physically, it can survive on its own. Growth then slows and then stops when sexual maturity is reached, presumably for reproductive purposes.

Vampires cannot do a few things. They are a half-sterile race, only able to reproduce through humans and the previously male half of the human species. They also need external help to kill a fellow vampire. In other words, they have to light a fire.

Until you burn the pieces, the enemy vampire isn’t dead. Now, using fire as a tool is to date something only the human species has figured out. It is not intuitive and an odd coincidence that vampires had this prerequisite knowledge (I have thoughts on what vampirism even is and where it comes from). 

I imagine, just as Renesmee presumably has reproductive capabilities that vampires lack, she also a has a toolset that vampires lack: the ability to kill a vampire without the need for fire. 

Given that Renesmee’s able to eat human food, this implies she has a digestive that is able to break down nutrients. The reason vampires can’t eat other vampires is they lack this. Edward swallows pizza, he’s vomiting that shit back up three hours later and it’s going to be very solid and very gross. Whatever venom did to his innards, most of his vital human organs aren’t working anymore.

Given that Renesmee’s this mix of venom and who knows what kinds of fluids I believe her stomach is capable of breaking down and digesting vampire flesh. This seems to me the most obvious way to eliminate an enemy vampire when no tools are otherwise available.

Hence, instinctively, if Renesmee wants to murder Edward she will eat him.

(Also, as you can tell, the image is just horrifyingly delightful to me, and so it’s my go to response.)

As for why she would want to eat him, see here and here.

The Family and Renesmee

As you note, everyone in Renesmee’s life projects someone else onto her.

Not so much Carlisle, he just seems very bewildered and overwhelmed by everything at first, and one of the few who openly notes how not human Renesmee is and the implications of this (given the chromosome experiment, I’m sure Carlisle was expecting a squid).

Even in the early stages though we see Edward, Bella, Alice, and Rosalie as primary offenders. (I’d list Esme except Esme is... being Esme about it, so, she’s just floating through Renesmee’s life like her Cullen ghost self and not even at the point where she can project anything onto her. Besides, that’s what Edward’s for.)

Edward sees the best of both himself and Bella in Renesmee, a little intellectual who reads War and Peace at a few weeks old when she has no understanding of the concepts of War, Napoleon, Russia, or Peace. As Edward always does, he so obliviously projects onto her, that I imagine it doesn’t matter what Renesmee says or does around him and she quickly figures that out.

Bella’s left the planet. Renesmee’s this beautiful thing, that looks like Edward, that is her daughter. Bella has no idea what parenting is. She’s floating through life preparing herself to become Esme 2.0. It’s not so much that she projects onto Renesmee but that she... completely fails to connect her to reality. Renesmee is a concept to Bella. Renesmee might figure this out, but given her feelings for her mother, I imagine she’s far more conflicted about it. She probably wishes things could be different between them, and often tries to find ways to make it so, it just never works.

Alice treats Renesmee much as she treated Bella, as her little doll that she can dress in cute clothing. Beyond that, Renesmee is a nuisance who messes with Alice’s gift. Oh, Alice likes her well enough, but I don’t see them having an actual meaningful conversation or connection.

Rosalie’s probably the wort offender in the projection domain. She is absolutely projecting the ideal human child she never had onto Renesmee. When Renesmee inevitibly fails to live up to these perfect standards, which even a human child wouldn’t, I imagine Rosalie will get increasingly upset. Acknowledging Renesmee isn’t what she wanted either would probably break Rosalie, so she’s not going to do that, and instead try to get Renesmee to behave correctly. For however much she cares about Renesmee, I imagine Renesmee sours on her growing up, as she knows she will never be what Rosalie wishes she was. Grateful that Rosalie helped keep her alive, of course, but... she would also probably wonder, as fandom does, just how much Rosalie was hoping Bella would die in birth (for the record, I think this might have been an idle fantasy of Rosalie’s, but I don’t think she’d go this far.)

Then of course, there’s Jake. Woof, Jake. As I linked above, I think Renesmee will slowly become more and more disenchanted with Jake. She’ll either learn about or suspect her own gift, have no interest in having a romantic relationship with him, or learn about his checkered past with her mother. More Jake is...

Imprinting, at a very large distance, sounds nice but imagine what that means. You have this person who is utterly dependent on you, who will do whatever you want and be whatever you wish them to be. In other words, you have this codependent person you can never get rid of who is never authentic. They will never say no to you, will always do what you wish, and if you dare to tell them you want a little time to yourself they will probably combust into flames.

That’s not a good relationship for anyone: imprinter or imprintee.

Jake, in a sense, ceases to be a real person when it comes to Renesmee. Renesmee will figure that out and then... why should she live her life just to make this miserable man who once tried to murder her happy?

What Does This Do to Renesmee?

I imagine Renesmee grows up feeling very isolated.

She doesn’t really belong in the Cullens, for all that they’re the best fit she has. She certainly doesn’t belong with other imprintees in the tribe (and whatever occasional function she goes to with the Quileutes is probably a complete disaster), and she’s not human either.

I imagine her strongest relationships are Charlie Swan (who beyond the surrealness of his life I imagine takes Renesmee at very face value), Carlisle Cullen (who also seems to not project onto Renesmee and takes her at face value), and Bella (who she desperately wants a stronger relationship with but Bella’s not listening).

Well, Charlie at some point will die. He will not choose immortality. I imagine Renesmee never quite understands why he was allowed to choose death or what the purpose of the human species even is. To her, they are caterpillars who never went into the chrysalis. Given to Renesmee the Cullen diet is the norm, to her it would seem obvious that, yes, everyone in the world can turn into a vampire and if they ration animal resources correctly there’s no problem. Or, if not everyone, then certainly her grandfather need not die.

I’m sure Charlie tries to talk to Renesmee about this but given that he’s one of her few strong relationships in this world the talk of “I’m going to die some day, sorry kiddo” doesn’t go well.

So, I’m sure it takes Renesmee a very long time to recover from that blow, if, in fact, she ever really does. I’m sure a part of her will always grieve Charlie.

In time, I think she’ll leave the coven to go on a journey of self discovery. The coven will just be too damn suffocating and she needs to find out who she truly is. Now, if that’s before or after the inevitable collapse of the Volturi and destruction of human society is hard to say.

I will say that whatever the future holds for Renesmee, just like everyone else’s, it is unbearably bleak.

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Shigaraki and Dabi

Heroes hurt their own families in order to help complete strangers. Words said by Shigaraki, and lived by Dabi. If you haven’t noticed, there’s quite a lot of parallels between the two of them. Especially their childhood selves, dark haired hero hopefuls whose hair turned white due to stress and eventually fell and became villains. They were the children closest to the heroes, the son of Endeavor, the grandson of Nana Shimura, and yet both of them fell through the cracks the hardest. Let’s talk about the foiling of these two, under the cut. 

1. Father Says No

Both Shigaraki and Dabi are characters who grew up in a strict, patriarchical household where the father was the head of the household and determined all the rules. 

The Shimura household was built by Koutarou, who held all the money, and therefore determined all the rules. The same can be said for the Todoroki household, which only came into being to fuel Enji’s ambitions. This is something Enji literally thinks, his first priority when having children was not to love and raise them, but to raise heirs that would carry on his quirk and make up for the weakness in it.

Enji also literally used his financial wealth and status to pressure her family into arranging a marriage. In the households, the patriarch is the ultimate authority and cannot be questioned. Koutarou sets the rules of the household because he has all the money. Endeavor sets the rules of the household because these children are there to be his heirs. Toya and Tenko both break the rules in their father’s households in some way and become scapegoats. 

Ironically, they break the rules in opposite ways. Tenko, because he wants to become a hero. 

Toya, because his flawof the flames being too harsh for his flame constitution and burning his own skin makes him unable to become a hero and carry on his father’s legacy.

Quick tangent to explain what I mean with Toya. This is speculation, because we haven’t been shown the exact details, so feel free to point and laugh at me if I’m wrong. Endeavor says (incorrectly) that if Toya had reached his goal for him, that all of his pent up negative emotions would have disappeared just like that. (They wouldn’t.)

Which means, Endeavor once again projected himself on his child. Toya was supposed to fix all Endeavor’s hurt feelings for him. So, when Toya failed at the training. When Toya wasn’t good enough. When Toya was flawed. 

Which means it’s likely, Toya went in Endeavor’s mind from being the one who could carry his dreams, to being the one that Endeavor could scapegoat to blame for his negative emotions. Which meant, at some point he tossed Toya aside. At that point he started treating Toya differently. Toya probably pushed himself more and more to try to go back to the way things used to be, which is probably why his hair turning white, he started to crawl to Natsu every day. 

There’s also a lot of similiarities and differences between their households. 

Enji wanted his children to be born heroes.  Koutarou’s rule was no heroes allowed. 

Shimura and Toya both had a sibling they would run to and confide in. For Shimura it was Hana, and for Toya it was Natsu. 

Shimura Tenko is the youngest sibling in the household. While Touya Todoroki was the oldest. 

On the surface, the Shimura household seems more comfortable than the Todoroki household. Shimura receives a lot of comfort from his other relatives, his grandparents, his mother, his sister. However, none of them really confronted the problem in the household and at the end of the day Tenko was still getting beaten. 

The Todoroki household also doesn’t seem like it was a place of much comfort for Toya. It really does seem from flashbacks that all he had to confide in when things started going wrong was Natsu (again feel free to taunt me cruelly if I’m wrong). 

So, you have Tenko who is quietly and gently denied by his family, and Toya who suffers all alone in his household, either getting beaten himself, pushing himself too hard in training, or hearing his father beat his mother and Shoto. 

However for both of them, it’s a gradual accumulation over time. The stress of the household overtakes them. Their hair turns from its original dark coloring to white from the sheer stress of it alone. They, as children, are made to bear the stress of their entire unhealthy household, because they are the scapegoat. 

Endeavor genuinely believes that if Toya had somehow lived up to his promise he would never have turned abusive. 

Kotaro believes that it was Tenko who was upsetting the peace of the household, because he would just not stop it with the hero talk. 

They both soak up all this stress until it explodes outward. However, the incidents that turned them from Tenko -> Shigaraki, and from Toya -> Dabi are entirely different. 

Toya committed what was essentially a suicide. He either staged his own death, or failed at his own suicide and survived. Tenko didn’t kill himself, he killed everyone else around him. Shigaraki destroyed the household that was denying him. 

To simplify the manner in which they lash out. Touya destroys himself, Tenko destroys other people, especially the ones he believes are oppressing him or his friends. 

Well you say, Dabi is trying to take down endeavor. However, Dabi still sees Endeavor and himself as one in the same. His flames are Endeavor’s flames.

One last thing, Dabi and Shigaraki are both marked by their father’s abuse. Dabi was burned by Endeavor’s flames. Dabi literally lives with third degree burns, looking like a living zombie. Then makes his burns even worse by using his flames in the self destructive manner Endeavor taught him. 

Not only does Shigaraki still carry the lip and eye scars from being beaten up with a gardening tool, but Kotaro’s hand reaching out to his face is a symbol that Shigaraki keeps on him literally to this day by wearing a hand over his face constantly. 

2. Friendship and Ideals

So I think all the subtle differences in their backgrounds is what leads to them expressing themselves differently as adults. There are several similarities between them, but I think hardcore Shigaraki fans can tell you all the reasons they prefer Shigaraki, and hardcore Dabi fans can do the same with Dabi. 

I think a lot of it has to do with their relationships to their families. Families define how you connect with other people.

Shigaraki was instructed to always keep his family close to him. He’s always confronting his own feelings about his family, his pain from his family, that’s why when he lashes out he also takes his own personal feelings and pushes them outwards. Shigaraki isn’t concerned with right or wrong, moreso, these are my feelings. I reject the society that rejects me. What Shigaraki is concerned first and foremost, is feelings. His own feelings of being rejected, and also the feelings of people who were rejected just like him. 

Shigaraki is the heart of his group. He’s the person they all rally around, because they gave him a place of belonging. And, Shigaraki has also expressed several times murderous monster that he is that he cares about the individual feelings of those closest to him. I won’t let you trample on Twice’s feelings, his first thing to do when waking up is order the league to be close to him. 

Unlike Dabi, we’ve also seen Shigaraki directly confront the feelings of his missing family once more. He forgives his sister, he tries to comfort his mom. He destroys his father again. He tells his family that he denies them. He tells his grandfather that he still hates her. 

I would say that Shigaraki carries those feelings with him, while Dabi dissociates himself from his feelings.Shigaraki directly confronts those feelings because Shigaraki is the heart, feelings are what matter more to him. 

Dabi has feelings, obviously. Dabi has feelings even if he processes them in a way that’s not easy and palatable. Everyone in fact has feelings (though sometimes I wish I didn’t). Everyone expresses things in their own way if not in the typical way. 

Dabi is completely closed off in regards to his own feelings. He’s not like Shigaraki who is open enough about them he’ll tell his backstory to the whole league on the spot. In fact that’s another difference, the league generally knows Shigaraki’s issues, when they had no idea about Dabi’s. 

When really there was no good reason not to tell them. What are they not going to be up for murdering the number one hero? 

Friendship is a priority for Shigaraki. Individualism is a priority for Dabi. 

Dabi’s feelings towards the league are a messed up jumble, but his behavior towards them is pretty consistent. He takes every oppurtunity he can to insist that he’s not a part of them, that they’re all crazy and he’s the only sane one, that he doesn’t care about their feelings. This can’t all be Dabi just being tsundere or whatever, it’s physical steps taken for Dabi to distance himself from others. 

Dabi’s individual goals are more important than his connections to other people. Shigaraki has no distinct goal besides empty lashing out and therefore connects to people with similiar hurt feelings than his. 

Remember, Dabi self destructs. It’s likely, Dabi sees himself as a martyr. An individual willing to burn himself to take down the society with him. He’s trying to die for some cause like stain. 

So before I develop on this tangent one more difference in similarity between them. Shigaraki’s family is dead. He can’t really do anything but carry on their feelings with him. Tomarau means, to mourn. 

Dabi on the other hand, his family is still alive.He could have before the whole killing spree just shown up on their front doorstep. The reason he hasn’t, is because he can’t forgive Endeavor’s sin.

Whatever pushed him this far, whether it be a strong sense of justice, or a desire for personal revenge. Dabi values that, more than he values his connections with other people, even his own family who is still alive. This is once again the complex way Dabi handles his feelings, it’s likely he pushes his family away, the same way he pushes the league away and doesn’t process them. That’s why he says I thought about it so much I went crazy. He just insists he doesn’t care, and doesn’t think instead. Shigaraki lives constantly confronting his own feelings, Dabi lives by avoiding them. 

Dabi is impersonal, aloof, and only ever thinks of himself as an individual. He will cooperate with others if it suits his needs, but the bond of the league hasn’t quite reached him yet. There’s a consequence for this. 

So twice dying was Hawks fault. Because Hawks you know, stabbed him. 

However you could say, Dabi’s planning centering all around himself, and what he can accomplish as an individual, meant he failed to accomplish that Twice might get hurt as a result of him letting Hawks into the league as a Spy. It’s an unintended consequence, but still a consequence. 

Dabi showed up to save Twice but couldn’t. Then afterwards Dabi uses Twice’s death in the most gratuiotious way possible. Dabi insists once again he doesn’t care, that he never cared about Twice except as a tool that would have made fighting the heroes a lot easier. 

Shigaraki destroys everything around him. He destroys for the sake of the people around him. Dabi destroys himself, his own feelings, he self destructs. When people get caught up in his flames they’re sacrifices for his cause. 

Their priorities and the way they lash out are different. Dabi cares more for ideals than people. Shigaraki cares more for people than ideals.

However, they don’t have to destroy each other. Shigaraki trusts Dabi. Shigaraki of all the members of the league (with Toga as well) is the heart, is the best at sympathizing with the pain of other people because he is constantly in pain himself. 

Dabi made a mistake and as a result Twice got killed. He gambled with too high of circumstances. Twice let a secret slip and invited the heroes to the League’s compound. Twice brought Chisaki for a meeting and because of that Magne died. This kind of scenario has happened before. Of course Dabi insists that his motivations were less pure than Twice’s, he didn’t care what happened to the rest of the league as long as he got the dirt he wanted for his big reveal.

I’m not suggesting that Dabi is secretly a sweetheart, or a misunderstood angsting teddy bear. Just that Dabi is currently closed off from all of his feelings, that’s why he denies too the feelings of people around him and their attempts to reach out for him. Dabi has refused the compansionship of the league. 

It doesn’t have to be like this. Characters can develop. Shigaraki especially has been shown to reach out to people multiple times. Kurogiri is fond of him. Himiko and Twice in their moment of weakness, are convinced to stay on Shigaraki’s side because he shows their face to them. Spinner basically questioned why he was even staying with the league at his lowest point when he thought they had no reason to be there, and it was Shigaraki who he found his cause in. 

Dabi is lacking something. He’s burned off and emotionally stunted his ability to develop connections with other people. 

Shigaraki is lacking something. He is, again and again, told that he needs a plan besides destroy everything. Shigaraki is very observant of the world, and understands the truth, but he can’t get people to listen. Unlike Dabi who planned to such an extent, that he literally made a live public broadcast to turn public opinion against Endeavor because that was more important than winning a fight. 

It’s true Dabi and Shigaraki could turn against each other, because Dabi doesn’t value people, because Shigaraki considers his lashing out more important than his ideals. They could also be the ones to balance each other out. We’re at an important turning point now, Dabi can either break off from the league now that his individual mission is compelte, or he can finally be reached by the league. 

I think Shigaraki might reach him, because even though they’re grown up so differently they started in the exact same place. They were both boys who wanted to be heroes, and just wanted one person to tell them it was okay, that they could be heroes too. 

[clouds-rambles]

Im not even gonna go anonymous anymore. Arghh asking for another request makes me feel guilty knowing you have an essay due so i'll just present you a little prompt!

Being immortal and outliving people you love, you know the drill. It must be sad and lonely. But you know what i feel like would be devastating? Just imagine Teyvat in a time loop. Meeting your friends for the first time, getting know them, hearing their plans and ambitions, sticking with them through dark times, falling in love... Reader just happens to be the one to witness all of it over and over and over again.

Don’t worry about it! I’m horrifically avoiding it right now. I’ll probably have some lunch and do some more of it after lunch. I’m talking about things I enjoy so hopefully it wont take up too much of my brain and we’re going to ignore the graphic novel I have to create in 2 weeks too lmao I’m a professional procrastinator

I have a bit of an idea with this so I hope you don’t mind it being platonic and with the Mondstat guys either. I’m going to reference a previous set of headcanons where you’re the leader of the winds. The two writings aren’t related relationship wise though.

Pairings; (Platonic) people of Mondstat x reader

Warning(s); angst

Keep reading under the cut!

You had done this cycle millions of times before. Before you even became the leader of the winds, when you were just a small spirit. Much like your friend Barbatos.

And while the archon of this land could sleep for thousands of years at a time you had elected to protect his people from the dangers that the god of freedom was too asleep to do anything about. And in fairness you can understand why Barbatos has been asleep many a time to avoid his brain contaminating with similar ideals to Decrabain. You can’t blame him really...

But you’re so horrifically lonely. And it’s not like you’re surrounded by an absence of people. In reality you often find yourself over compensating for your loneliness. Nights are often spent in the tavern conversing with mortals that you can’t quite understand.

You half wish you could ascend to Celestia, at least there you can be merry with fellow immortals and not have the constant threat of losing a friend dear.

You have known the Ragnvindr family for many generations. It’s not like they are hard to notice. Bright red hair and, more often than not, a sweet, bubbly personality. Not many of the Ragnvindr’s have been blessed with visions, but they all make their way through life the best way possible. And while they seem to show similar thought processes to the previous anemo archon, especially considering the fact they basically own the alcohol industry in Mondstat, and more recently Teyvat in her entirety. But when you see the family treating their employee’s so well and with a great wage you can’t help but think maybe humanity can move past the age of dictators. Or at least the humans of Mondstat.

The newest Ragnvindr, Diluc had always caught your eye. You had helped babysit both him and his brother while you weren’t busy reminiscing in memories of old mondstat and slaying monsters of your home. The air of change hangs heavy on the air when you’re around them, it seems like the winds you lead are trying to tell you something that you can’t yet decipher.

Until the day comes when you can. Seeing a broken, sobbing Diluc shut you out of his home not only made you sad. But, it infact reminded you that you shouldn’t get too close to mortals. For, like your friend Crepus’, mortal life is fleeting. 

You’ve seen many stories over the years, but there’s only so many times you can hear the same story before they all meld together.

Take Amber for instance, decided to become an Outrider because of her Grandfather. How many times had you heard that story? Someones grandfather joined the knights and inspired them? Too many to count. And as much as you want to remember Ambers story, you already know, like all the others, her memory will meld with the others. 

Kaeya’s story isn’t one you’ll forget quickly, especially when the deeds of  Khaenri'ah weigh heavy on your mind. Though you have seen a small handful of changing of alliance stories in your lifetime his is probably the one that’ll stick the most. Especially when the memory of him crying in your arms after the man he considered a father died. 

There’s this one young girl you remember from centuries ago. She reminds you of Barbara a lot. Carefree, loves the people she works for. Just this girl was born a few millennia too early. She was apart of the Windblume resistance alongside the bard Barbatos fashioned himself after. You had attempted to smuggle the girl out the fortress many a time yet she always wanted to help. 

Sometimes when you watch Barbara sing you can’t help but cry over a girl you considered your first friend after becoming leader of the winds. Barbara is under the impression that you hate her because of how you avoid the girl. But being constantly reminded of someone you couldn’t save in the end makes you so sad. You’re not sure how Barbatos copes with donning the face of a friend when you can barely look at the face of someone who reminds you of a lost friend.

Razor sits fondly on your mind. He reminds you of the people you did actually save in old Mondstat. You remember checking in on a handful of refugees that you had to hide in old caves and how easily they had climatized to foraging for food. Whenever you see Razor you’re reminded of another young boy who went missing millennia ago who was later found to have been raised by bears. 

Through the centuries you’ve become good at pairing up couples. You seem to be able to point out people who will later enter a marriage. You’re not sure if soulmates and reincarnation exists, but that’s your only explanation being able to point to couples so easily.

You wonder for an immortal like yourself would be blessed with a soulmate. Especially considering you weren’t originally in a humanoid form. Maybe there’s some thousand wind out there for you that you’ll never be able to meet and fall for because of this form.

Your mind stretches to Barbatos whenever you think this but you never let yourself linger on it for too long. Lord Barbatos doesn’t like commitment, and you’re very much content with that, yes sir. 

Your eyes often linger on Rosaria as you often ponder if she thinks she’s the only nun to have strayed from typical nun doings. You remember telling a small Rosaria tales of Decrabains nuns and how they helped with the resistance against the tyrant. You wonder if that’s what gave her the idea to stray from typical nunnery. 

You smile upon Lisa fondly, a bright young woman with aspirations as high as the stars. Much like Rosaria you remember telling a young Lisa about alchemy and sorcery. She had such a knack for it, and seeing the woman return after only two years of study was a little disheartening. But you’re sure there will be people after her who will have similar aspirations with better outcomes. It’s not unlike you’ve seen people scurry their lives away in the pursuit of knowledge. You can understand her want for a different life.

As much as it hurts you in the end most, if not all, the people of Mondstat have buried themselves in your heart. And like you have done countless times before you’ll have to move on from them once you’re dead, no matter how much it hurts. Your mind ponders to Adeptus Xiao of Liyue. He’s under a similar curse to you. The curse of being alone while being surrounded by people. You wonder if that’s why Xiao has distanced himself from mortals.

And as much as you feel like you should take a page out of his book, you find yourself falling in love with Mondstat’s citizens over and over again.

[ur-favorite-queer-queen]

Enemies to Lovers

For Maribat March day 23 theme enemies to lovers

Master List

“Kent’s coming over.” Damian stated at breakfast, none of the other Wayne’s seemed phased by this, none but one. 

“Again?” At Damian’s nod she continued, “I’ll be in my room or the Batcave so don’t bring him there.” 

"He will also be bringing a friend over from that exchange program his school did with the one in London." Damian added, Marinette tensed a little bit but didn’t say anything else.

"Is Jon bringing a stranger over a good idea?" Tim asked.

"Tt, Kent said that he would make sure the boy wouldn't wander." Damian answered, after 9 years in the manor he still hadn't gotten rid of his tt habit. 

"I'll be in my room then, I don't want Jon or his friend bothering me." Marinette announced to no one's surprise.

“Marinette,” She turned to look at Dick, “Why don’t you like Jon? This has been going on for almost a year now. Surely you could give him another chance. Or at the very least his friend?” 

“Not interested.” And with that she finished her breakfast and went to go help Alfred with cleaning the dishes, like she did every morning. 

Damian watched his younger half blood sister go, frown evident on his face. Marinette Wayne had been living with them for over a year now. While she was now 16, her opinion of one Jonathan Kent still had not changed. 

After Bruce had a one night stand with her mother she had been born 9 months later, Sabine having no intention of telling Bruce. What she did not expect was that 15 years later she and her husband would be guilty of negligence and emotional abuse of Marinette and custody would be handed to her bio father. Aka Bruce Wayne. 

Marinette changed her last name to Wayne and left her life in Paris behind. There was not much left for her there anyways. But she had never told her new family why she was so insistent on leaving Paris behind. More specifically who she was leaving behind.

The Waynes had gotten used to her bubbly personality in the manor, so they were shocked that when they sent her off to Gotham Academy she was dubbed the ‘Ice Princess’ the next morning.

Turns out after what happened in Paris, she refused to open up to anyone. Most days she was found sketching in her sketchbook, always alone. She still got straight A’s and even participated in a few clubs but never made one friend. It was concerning, how much she resembled Damian in that sense.

One day after patrol, after Marinette headed off to bed they started discussing Marinette's social life. Tim had joked that since she's such a ray of sunshine around them that she should meet Jon. 

This idea was met with positive reactions, all of them agreeing that Jon would be a good influence for her. He was also her age so that was a plus. And he was Damian's first friend, perhaps he could be Marinette's.

That weekend they were proven wrong. Very wrong. Marinette refused to be in the same room as Jon, and when trying to gently push the boundaries she had set, she grew hostile. Something they had never seen from her for as long as they had known her. 

One of their first thoughts was that she was scared of Jon, since he was half Kryptontian. But that idea was quickly shut down after Jason brought up the time she roasted Superman to his face. And had no regrets. 

Then they figured it was because he was still a stranger to her. So they had him over more often. But after 2 months they realized that wasn’t the case either. Yet, none of them had the slightest clue why she was so against Jonathon Kent. 

Not even Jon knew. All Jon knew was that whenever he walked into the same room as Marinette she grew annoyed. He knew she disliked him but that wasn’t what he was confused about. What made him confused was that he could sense her fear. She was scared of him, and he had no idea why. 

He thought about telling the Batfamily, thought about telling Damian, but how would it go over that the latest addition to the Batclan was scared of him. Especially knowing how paranoid and protective they could be. So he just stuck to avoiding her at all costs, it wasn’t that big of a deal anyways. 

Marinette didn’t see Jon as an enemy per se she saw him as an enemy, but he was just someone she strongly disliked, she had her reasons. And while Jon definitely didn’t see Marinette as an enemy, the more she ignored him, and he would need to ignore her, started to grate on his nerves. If she was in a room that he was going to enter he would have to wait for her to leave and vice versa. It was getting tiring and he was starting to dislike her more and more to the point she almost became his enemy. 

Today would be no different except for one detail. That detail being a blonde haired, green eyed, sunshine child that reminded Jon of himself. While Adrien was a little too naive for his taste, they had gotten along great and he wanted to introduce him to Damian. 

Adrien had seemed intrigued by the idea of meeting a Wayne. Apparently his father used to be a businessman and despite the fact he was from France and only moved to London a year ago, he knew of how famous the Waynes are. 

Now here they were, in his dad’s car going to Wayne manor. 

“Okay, you remember what I told you right?” Jon questioned Adrien, he was making sure the boy was prepared and didn’t accidentally stumble upon the Batcave or anything relating the Waynes to the Bats.

“Yes I know, no wandering around the manor, it’s too big and I’ll get lost. No staring in awe at the Waynes, they’re not the celebrities the press makes them out to be. And if I see a girl with dark hair, blue eyes, and looks to be a head shorter than me, I am to walk away immediately in the other direction and pretend I didn’t see her.” Adrien listed off. 

“Perfect!” Jon, exclaimed he was going to add more but his dad interrupted him. 

“Okay boys we’re here, I hope you have a good time Adrien.” 

“Thanks Mr. Kent, I will!” Adrien cheerfully replied as he followed Jon out of the car. Sometimes this boy reminded Jon too much of himself. 

“Master Jon, lovely to see you again. Is this your friend?” Alfred greeted them at the door.

“Yep! This is Adrien Graham de Vanily, Adrien this is Alfred, the Waynes butler but is more like a surrogate grandfather if anything.” Jon introduced. 

“Nice to meet you Mr. Alfred.” Adrien stuck out his hand to shake. 

“It is nice to meet you too Master Graham de Vanily, please just call me Alfred.”

“Then you can just call me Adrien, Alfred, my last name is such a mouthful.” 

“Of course Master Adrien, now will you two be staying for dinner?” 

“I don’t know, is it okay if we do?” Jon answered, secretly asking if she would be okay with it.

“It’ll be okay Master Jon. I will inform the others we will be having two guests stay with us for dinner.” Alfred led them inside, “Master Damian should be in the gaming room.” And with that he left. 

“Come on, Damian is probably setting up some games for us to play.” Jon grabbed Adrien’s hand and started dragging him down a hallway. 

Marinette could hear when Alfred had opened the door for Jon and his friend, she didn’t have super hearing but she had trained her ears for listening for certain things. Like the front door opening. 

After a few minutes Alfred had come to tell her the two would be staying for dinner. It wasn’t ideal but she could live with it, all she had to do was give Jon and his friend the cold shoulder for at most an hour. Nothing new to her.

Now a whole hour had passed and she was getting hungry. She still had another hour till dinner so a small snack would be fine. But leaving her room posed the risk of running into Jon or his friend, and she didn’t want to risk an interaction with either of them.

Both of them are with Damian right now. There are no bathrooms near her room or the kitchen. If she hurries it will only take her 10 minutes to get to the kitchen, grab the cookies she made earlier, and come back to her room. And since Damian was banned from the kitchen this week, and both of his new friends are stuck with him, they shouldn’t be anywhere near the kitchen. 

Of course when was the universe ever on her side. She was about to open the kitchen door when someone she thought she would never have to see again uttered her name, “Marinette?” 

She knew the voice. It was the same voice that told her to stay quiet all those years ago when a vicious liar ran her mouth. The same one that said he was on her side then abandoned her the second things got too tough for him. The same one that didn’t speak up whenever she tried to defend herself, instead saying not to rock the boat. And now the owner of that voice was in her home. 

She steeled her face into something cold and emotionless, despite the fear she felt in her stomach and turned to face him, “Agreste.”

“It’s Graham de Vanily now.” He corrected, both forgetting/not noticing the two other people there. 

“Pretty sure it’s Agreste, you know, just like your father.” She bit back, venom laced into every word. 

“He’s not my father, not anymore.” He replied, fists clenched at his sides, staring her straight in the eyes, confusing the other two boys.

“You sure, because you’re exactly like him, you know.” She raised an eyebrow and matched his gaze. 

“I am nothing like him.” Adrien took a threatening step forward and that’s when Damian immediately stepped in front of Marinette, wanting to protect his little sister from this person who just threatened her. Damian was about to ask something but was cut off when Marinette moved around him to face Adrien. 

“Really? Both of you put your own wants and desires above the well being of other people. Your father the people of Paris, and for you it was me.” Jon saw she was visibly shaking, from fear or anger he wasn’t sure. Both emotions were pretty strong for her, and when he focused on Adrien all the boy felt was guilt. 

“Look Mari I’m-” He was cut off by Marinette’s angry shout. 

“You would think that after all you put me through you would at least have the dignity to not call me by a nickname that friends are only allowed to call me. You know, people who actually care about me!” 

“Marinette, I’m sorry okay, that was really dumb of me!” Adrien shouted back. 

“Save it! You can pretend to regret your actions all you want, but people like you don’t change! That’s something you taught me!” Snack forgotten, Marinette ran back to her room and slammed the door. Locking it, she slid down the back of it and just cried. 

“You’ve got a lot of explaining to do Graham de Vanily. How do you know my little sister? Why did she react to you like that? What did she mean by ‘all you put her though?’...” As Damian kept spitting out question after question Jon followed Marinette. Her cries were the only thing he could hear right then and there. 

As he made his way closer to her, the cries stopped, only tiny sniffles coming out. “What do you want Kent?” He could hear the shaking in her voice no matter how much she tried to cover it up. 

He sat down, his back resting on the closed door thinking about what he should say. “I wanted to see if you were okay.” 

“I find that hard to believe. You wanted answers didn’t you?” She hiccuped in between words.

“A little bit.” 

“Well once upon a time there was a teenage girl who wore rose colored glasses all the time. She saw the world in rainbows and sunshine, never knowing of the darkness. Then one day a lying fox came into her life, spreading her tall tales. The girl tried to warn her friends and family but they didn’t listen. The fox ripped off the girl’s glasses and forced her to see the world for what it really was. The girl’s love at the time came to her and told her to keep silent, after all the fox’s lies weren’t hurting anyone. It was then she noticed that the boy wore the same glasses she did, only his were much stronger than hers had ever been. But she loved him, so she believed him, that everything would turn out okay, that if it didn’t he would be by her side. 

Slowly those around the girl turned on her, despite her doing nothing wrong. The boy who she once loved left her the second things got tough, never letting her stand up for herself. Soon the lying fox had gotten to her parents, things escalated from there. Now the girl moved to live with her bio family and everything was fine for a time. But then a boy who saw the world in sunshine and rainbows came around, and she was reminded of her past all over again.” Marinette finished her tale, her hiccups had faded away. 

“You don’t like me because I remind you of Adrien?” He hesitantly asked. 

“You don’t just remind me of him. Every time I see you I see him. But you’re also different from him. I don’t know. When you’re all happy and optimistic you're like him, but you also know how to be serious, which is something he could never do. I don’t know how to explain it but I thought if I kept you away from it would be alright. I really messed up didn’t I?” Marinette tried to keep the tears in her eyes from falling. 

“Kind of. But if you want we can start over.” Jon suggested, he wouldn’t mind getting to know the Marinette Damian talked so fondly about, not that Damian would ever admit it. 

He heard the lock unlock and he stood up as the door opened. He turned around and there was Marinette, her eyes were a little red and she had tears stains on her cheeks but she looked much better than before. 

She stuck her hand out, “Hi, nice to meet you, I’m Marinette Wayne.” She looked up to look in his eyes and wondered if they were always so blue. And oh god please say she didn’t start blushing!

“Nice to meet you Marinette. I’m Jonathan Kent, but you can call me Jon.” Jon took her hand and shook it, his eyes looked into hers and he couldn’t help but think they looked so beautiful when they weren’t glaring at him. Unfortunately, Damian’s scream broke them out of their daze.

“ANSWER ME!!!” 

“We better go help him.” Marinette pulled her hand back. 

“Yeah we probably should.” Jon replied but Marinette was already racing to where they left the boys. Jon ran to catch up with her, mentally berating himself for thinking his friend’s sister was cute. 

Marinette on the other hand was mentally berating herself for thinking that someone she used to dislike so much was now cute. Not to mention he’s her brother’s best friend. Well, Damian doesn’t have to know she thinks that.

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I’m back from the dead! As I said before in What If... (which you can find on my master list day 22) school sucks and has been burying my grave so I had to focus on that for a while. But I have this and What If... done and am planning on doing the other days I have not crossed off on my Master List. 

This took so long to write and I’m already planning a part 2. Anyways hope u enjoyed!

@maribatmarch-2k21 

[thevindicativevordan]

Was Mr. Oz a Bad Idea? Does a living Jor-El in the "modern day" of the DCU have any potential?

Yes he sucked.

He's an example of yet another loose plot thread that Johns pawned off on other writers to finish. While it didn't help that Oz's "true identity" was clearly something that changed over the course of his existence - in his debut he seemed to be Pa Kent, his early Rebirth appearances teased Ozymandis with the way his screens formed a nine panel grid - Jurgens still handled him about as boringly as one could, making him generically evil via mind control, so he doesn't even present a legitimate ideological challenge to Clark. He's just an evil doer who wants Clark to stop being Superman because humans suck and plans on forcing the issue. Note that this doesn't line up at all with Oz being proud of Clark protecting humans initially, but again this is clearly a character whose background went through many revamps.

People can scream as much as they want, and while the execution wasn't perfect, Bendis by far had the best take on him.

Jor as the "Old World" father who kvetches about how Kal is raising Jon, and complains that Kal isn't living up to his expectations of him? Absolutely rules, benefit of having a Jewish writer tackle Superman again is that Bendis manages to inject more of that culture into the main character once more. Unlike the Kents who are just there to be "wholesome" or to provide basic advice, Jor under Bendis at least served as both a challenge to Superman's ideals, and a story engine given how Kal is forced to deal with multiple screw ups Jor creates on account of his trip with Jon.

Could the execution have been better? Undoubtedly. Ideally we would have gotten Jor showing up and integrating himself into the Kents good graces before he's able to convince them to let him take Jon. Getting to spend more time with Jor trying to mold Jon into what he thinks a proper son of El should be, with Lois being a counterbalance who still differs from her husband in her own right, and Jon having to juggle the different lessons his father, grandfather, and mother are trying to teach him is something I thought would happen and was excited for. Really wanted to see Lois and Jon together without Clark in the picture, there was a great opportunity to let Lois offer her own moral lessons to Jon to balance out all the time we spent seeing Clark teach Jon in Rebirth. And it would have been interesting to see a confrontation between Jor and the Kents, a fight between his surviving Kryptonian parent and his adopted Earth parents over how Kal turned out would have been interesting and entertaining to read. Jor clearly wasn't impressed with "Superman" and to see him critique his son to the people that set him on the path to becoming that strikes me as a chance to talk about the other directions Clark could have taken to become a different breed of hero.

Flawed as the execution was however, it was still a better effort to do something interesting with Jor than what Bendis' predecessors did.

[innocent-chris-evans-slut]

I’ve Just Fucked You, Sweetheart

Request: Hello, I saw your requests were open and I can't pass this chance up! Could you please write anything with Ransom? Ideally smut 👀 I'm always into the idea of a smug Ransom getting off on an easily flustered reader. Anything from downright humiliation to fluff like embarrassing her by saying he likes her is fine with me! Hope this makes sense? But tbh anything with Ransom I will eat up, I think Chris and Steve get enough love lol

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Ransom x maidReader 

Word Count: 3,4k 

Type: smut 

Warning(s): swearing, dub-con sex, blowjob, rough sex

The 4th of July holiday was your favorite. You came from an extremely patriotic family -with both your grandfathers being former soldiers.

When you were a child, you remembered your house being full of people on this particular day. There was your entire family: your parents, your aunties and uncles, your cousins -to which you were particularly close since you hadn’t any sibling- and your grandparents. Then, when your cousins became getting older and having their own families, this kind of events started becoming more and more sporadic.

At the age of 25 you graduated and started working as a sous-chef at a restaurant. Cooking was your passion and when your grandfather introduced you to Harlan Thrombey, who was looking for a chef for his events, you just couldn’t say no.

It had been two years since the first time you worked at the manor. You had become more familiar with the place, your co-workers, and also with Harlan. He was very caring and kind with all his employees, giving them completely access to his house. Though, when his family was a home with him during the holidays, you couldn’t go wherever you wanted.

There was one person in particular you just couldn’t put up with: Hugh Ransom Drysdale.

A complete asshole who didn’t mind others’ businesses except his. Unlike his grandfather, to who he really seemed having something in common, Ransom was very ungrateful with his family and rude with the help. He didn’t ask, he only commanded others to do and he really liked that part: watching payed people struggling what he was supposed to be doing.

You felt the atmosphere changing before anyone could even tell you Ransom was parking his car. You heard the engine of an old car being turned off and its door being violently closed. The noise scared you and you dropped some cream.

Ransom turned around and saw you, focused on wiping the floor. He had his eyes on you also when you got up from your knees and bended over the counter to clean the mess you did. He bit his bottom lip and put on his usual mischievous smirk.

Ransom had always loved a beautiful woman, especially a younger one with a really good body -according to him-, and you were just his next prey.

But you didn’t know anything about his plans for you for that weekend.

It was almost seven o’clock in the afternoon when you finished making dinner for the Thrombeys. Fortunately, Martha decided to help you arranging the table and the dining room. So you remained in the kitchen -which you liked calling ‘your reign’-, preparing all the dishes and fixing the wrong quantities.

“So, when I can taste your special cream?”

You weren’t prepared for anyone to enter the kitchen while you were with your hands in the pastry. You turned around and saw Ransom standing with his back against the door. His smirk naughty smirk wasn’t missing.

“What?” you asked shocked by his words. But you had to imagine that he would have said something to make you uncomfortable; he always did it. Once you had regained your composure, you said: “Is there anything I can do for you, Hugh?”

He walked in, leaving the door opened, and sat down on a stool right in front of you, and you couldn’t go anywhere else since you were making the cake, “Nothing in particular”. He took a bit of cream from its bowl on the counter, “Mmh, so good. You know…your cream is so delicious”.

You couldn’t form any sentence. You were so embarrassed by his words that you couldn’t help but keep silence and stare into his eyes.

“Hugh, you’re making me very uncomfortable. Can I ask you to leave the kitchen?” you had been told by Harlan more than once to push away Ransom any time he would have tried to force you to do anything. That was what you did every single time, but he would never listen to you.

In fact, also this time, Ransom dragged himself closer to you a stared at you as you moved smoothly around the room. On the other hand, you tried not to stumble on you own feet as you passed in front of him.

Ransom was supposed to be with his family in the living room, socializing with the guests, instead he preferred sitting in the kitchen. Being completely unhelpful.

“Y/N the steak tartare is almost finished”, Martha entered the room, fortunately, interrupting the looks between you and the man with you in the room.

“There are three more trays in the fridge”, you told her as you decorated the cake with blue and red decorations and lying an American flag on the top of it. Once you were done, you turned around to see Martha struggling with the trays, “Here, let me help you”, you left the cake in the big fridge and went helping your co-worker taking all the food out of the fridge, then she brought everything in the dining room.

“I can’t wait to taste your incredible cake”, Ransom left you with that statement, cleaning his mouth as he spoke and walked towards the door, “See you later”.

You didn’t see him anymore that day. When you went back home -almost at midnight in the morning- the Thrombeys were still partying and, although Harlan had insisted for you and Martha to stay a little bit longer -just enough to see the fireworks-, both of you preferred to leave the manor.

The morning after, you were required to arrive at Harlan’s home at 7 o’clock and, as soon as you had entered the kitchen, you started preparing breakfast for the Thrombeys and you packed their lunch. Every year, on the 5th, the entire family was usually invited at some friend’s house and they liked spending the entire day there. This years wasn’t different from the others.

After a quick breakfast, Harlan, his children, and two of his grandchildren, left the manor and with their cars reached the city. Meanwhile, inside the house, you and Martha kept doing your jobs.

Not everybody had left the house that morning; Ransom didn’t feel like going with his family and spending another day hearing bullshit coming from his mother’s mouth. He would rather loaf in his bedroom at his grandfather’s house than spend another minute with them and their huge egos -he didn’t even bother to get downstairs for breakfast.

“Is he still here?” there wasn’t need to pronounce his name when both, you and Martha, knew of who you were talking about, “How can Harlan be so amenable with him? I can’t-“

“You can’t what? Please, go on”, Ransom entered kitchen and sat down on the same stool he was sit the evening before, “I’m very interested”, he placed his chin on his fists and was now looking at Martha, waiting for her to say anything.

You watched the scene from the other end of the counter, while making him his favorite breakfast. In a certain way, Ransom was much more demanding than his grandfather -the one who actually paid you for your work. But at the same time he was the first member of the family you had ever met, and you weren’t exaggerating when you said he did a certain impression on you, almost as he was your employer and not his grandfather.

“Weren’t you supposed to be with Harlan?”

Ransom was capable of instilling dread in people and you and Martha weren’t exempt. You exchanged a sympathetic look with your co-worker and she shook her head.

“I am going, Hugh”, then she turned towards your direction and said: “See you later”, and she left.

There was a moment of silence right after Martha had left the room, but then Ransom spoke: “Finally just the two of us”.

You shivered at his words, although you tried not to let him notice that. You kept planning all the meals for the week, but you felt Ransom’s eyes on you as you wrote on the paper. Though he was peacefully eating his breakfast, he was also looking at you -or better, at your behind. You didn’t say anything just because he did it very often when you were alone with him.

“Is there anything I can do for you, Hugh?” you asked him as you walked pass behind him and you took the empty dish from in front of him, “Otherwise I go back planning the week”.

“Very rude from you, especially since we’ll spend the day together”, he took the last sip from his glass and walked towards you, forcing you to the wall, “See you later, kitten”.

It had been a couple of hours since you last see Ransom around the house; you had the chance to clean the kitchen and also try cooking something new. You successfully added three new receipts to Harlan’s particular diet, and you were very proud of yourself.

It was almost lunch time and still you didn’t know if you had to cook something for Ransom or not, so you decided to go upstairs and ask it to him. The creaking stairs announced you to him -since you were the only two people in the house-, so you thought you didn’t have to knock on the door.

Very bad choice.

Right when you entered the bedroom, Ransom exited the shower completely naked. Though you closed your eyes, and covered them with both your hands, you had already seen everything. And it meant literally everything.

“Hugh!”

“What?” he didn’t seem to care, Ransom stood up in silence and both his arms were crossed above his chest; he was staring at you, “I’m in my room and, if I want to be naked, I do it. You didn’t knock on the door”, knowing how uncomfortable you were, he didn’t move and kept being undressed in front of you.

“Can you put something on, please?”, you turned around and slowly breathed in and out. You felt your heart beating so fast that it was about to break the chest cavity.

“I would rather put something under me”; Ransom had always been so direct with people and it wasn’t the first time he pronounced an appreciation towards you, and your body as well.

On the other hand, you knew the kind of girls he liked to spend time with, and you definitely weren’t one of them. You weren’t a model or a rich heiress with a breathtaking body, and -most importantly- you weren’t living in a fairy tale so you knew exactly what to expect from men like him.

“I’m not kidding, Hugh. I’m very uncomfortable at the moment. Could you, please, put something on?” you could hear him laughing at you, but you couldn’t do anything but exit the room.

Unfortunately, he saw you before you had the chance to make even only one step towards the door and he positioned right in front of it. You didn’t noticed the movement, so you were taken by surprised when your hand, instead of came in contact you a cold surface, touched something squishy, yet solid. You opened your eyes involuntary only to meet Ransom’s eyes fixed on you and your hand resting on his torso.

“H-hugh”, it came out as a whisper, more than a scolding. Ransom kept your wrists firmly pinned against the wall, leaving you completely exposed to his mercy. You opened your mouth to speak up, but no words came out of it; instead something entered your mouth.

As soon as he saw you trying to say something, Ransom put two fingers inside your mouth so that you weren’t able to talk -or, talk without wet his fingers; “What?” he acted as if nothing wrong was happening. Quite the opposite, there wasn’t anything good in that situation, “Speak”.

“I can’t-“ you stopped at mid-sentence at him pulling down your tongue and, so, making you lower your gaze. Your eyes stopped right on his up-standing dick. You weren’t surprised to notice it was long and thick. You had had a couple of boyfriends, but you had never seen anything like that before.

Ransom was gently stroking it with his left hand -the one he had in your mouth- while his other hand became going down on your face, then his fingertips touched your collar bone very slowly and found your sweet spot between your chest. Once he had understood how powerful the effect of caressing it was on you, Ransom didn’t stop moving his fingers above it and your breath became heavier and heavier, “I’ll tell you what I wanna do with you”. He put his mouth closer to your hear and said: “I wanna fuck you here-“ and he passed a finger on your lips, “-and here-“ his hand slipped down on your body, stopping right on your pelvis, and it got its way into your pants, “-and maybe also here”, with his other hand he grabbed your butt and squeezed it harshly, “Where do you want to start from?”

“I-I don’t think this is a-appropriate, Hugh”, you said as you tried to get away from his embrace, but it was impossible seen his massive body size compared to yours.

“This is highly unappropriated, but you want it as much as I want it”, his lips gently brushed against the skin of your neck. You gasped as he moved his tongue on your half-hidden soft spot under your ear and you shivered, weaving your hands together behind his neck, “C’mon, be a good girl”, you intertwined your fingers.

You didn’t know why, but your defense fell, and you gave up. Ransom took the opportunity to lay his lips on yours, so that you couldn’t help but return the kiss. His lips were exactly as you had always imagined them: soft and tasting like tobacco and mint.

As he loosened the grasp on both your wrists, you were forced to walk back until you hit the wooden structure of the bed with your calves; Ransom broke the kiss and made you fall on the soft mattress. Both of you kept your eyes on each other. You took a long, deep breath as you saw him removing his sweater and toss it away somewhere in the room. Then he placed his hands at the side of your head and stared at you: “We’re gonna take all the time we need, sweetheart”.

You remained still as Ransom removed your t-shirt and jeans and threw them behind his shoulder; once you had been left in only your underwear, he looked at you with a very hungry look on his face and smirked. Less than a second after his lips were on yours again and you laced your arms behind his neck, dragging him closer to you.

“You won’t want another man this close to you after I’ll be done with you”, the built man standing above you said. His hands travelled on your body, his fingertips were burning as they moved on your exposed skin and you couldn’t hold a moan anymore.

“Ransom, please”, you contorted yourself as his hands went down to your core. Another moan was released as his index finger made circles on your clit, making you tremble. You closed your eyes in awe and tilted your head backwards; then, all of a sudden, you felt his mouth work on you and at that point you left behind any hesitation.

His tongue drew circles on your clit harder and harder and you kept moaning louder every time; his teeth gently scratched on your labia as his hands kept you as still as possible. You grabbed the sheets in your hands and held on tight to them when you felt your climax coming.

“Too early.”

You realized he wouldn’t have left you come when he got up and looked at you, “Are you kidding me?” you were more than angry, feeling like he was just messing with you and that, maybe, he would have mocked you in front of his family later that night, “You’re only a fuck-“

Ransom stopped you mid-sentence by ‘putting your mouth to a better use’ -as he would have said. He had lowered his pants and underwear and his cock sprung free right in front of you, then he sat you down on the mattress and he stood up in front of you, his dick touching your lips, “Are you gonna suck it or you just wanna watch it?” he caressed your cheeks and forced you to open your mouth, taking in his long and thick cock. Surprisingly for him, you took it all in, such that the tip of your nose was pressed against the body hair on his pelvis and his balls pounded against your chin each time he slammed in and out, each time faster than before, “Fuck”, he said every time his tip hit that back of your throat and you looked up to him. Needless to say, his eyes were fixed on your face and careful to notice every face you made while sucking him. You didn’t have the control of the situation, rather it was him who was standing upon you and guiding your movement, “C’mon, good girl. You’ll be rewarded”, he put his hands on both sides of you head and pushed his cock down your throat one last time before you felt hot salty spurt swarming your mouth. As you swallowed it, Ransom pulled out and spread a good amount of his white liquid on your face, and your tits, too, “From now on, this is what I’ll think about every time I’ll see you work in the kitchen”, he rubbed his thumb on your cheeks and said: “Maybe, next time, I’ll be so kind to let you fuck yourself on the counter”, he picked you up and bended you over the desk, “But for today, it will be me who will fuck you”.

You felt his cold hand brushing against your butt-cheeks, and you jumped when he smacked both of them at the same moment. You hissed and didn’t say anything; before you could turn your head towards him, Ransom grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled you towards him, making you touch his bare chest with your shoulder.

“I won’t go easy on you, sweetheart”, having said that, he made his way inside you and went on until his tip hit your cervix.

That was way beyond any other experience you had had. Not only was he very good with his tongue -as you had the chance to state not later than ten minutes ago-, but Ransom was also a very -very- good fucked: the vigor with which he pounded into you, the same strength with which he held you in place made you scream in pleasure. “Please, oh God!” you cried out as the pace increased.

“There’s no God here, sweetheart, only me”, Ransom whispered to your ear while pounding into you with an ungodly speed, and you could swear you were seeing the stars when he hit your G-spot, “You’re almost there, I can feel it”, one of his hands was placed on your head and the other one went drawing circles on your clit, taking you closer to the edge, “Tell me wat you want, sweetheart”.

“F-fuck”, you hissed as you felt his index finger pressing harder against your clit, “P-please…let m-me cum. I’m…I’m so close”, you raised your head and turned over to throw a look at him, “Please”, you asked him with pleading eyes. Ransom began thrusting irregularly -sign that he was close too- and you started breathing erratically. You cried out very loud when your orgasm finally hit, and a wave of pleasure washed you over. “Fuck…this was-“

“Y/N?! What the fuck are you doing?”

You turned pale. Ransom, instead, looked very amused with himself and was smirking at you, “Notify me when you’ll explain it to her” said him sitting down on his bed, “Please, go”.

“Go fuck yourself, Ransom.”

“Actually, I’ve just fucked you, sweetheart.”

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