#basically everyone else in her life that had been actively treating her like shit for her whole life

[arolesbianism]

Rotating Ginger and April in my head. Siblingsssssss

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So you guys remember when Beau DeMayo's pitch bible for his own X-Men animated series got leaked a while back and everyone collectively went....

Largely thanks to the blatant mischaracterization and lack of the understanding of many of the characters?

Yeah, so recently I've been thinking about it again and comparing it to my own X-Men fanfic, "X-Men: The Next Mutation".

And it gave me the idea to do a Virgin vs. Chad thing where I compare the DeMayo versions of X-Men characters (more specifically, the ones that got the most controversy) and compare them to my versions of them.

The Virgin DeMayo Nightcrawler:

-Raised by Xavier and Magneto.

-Seemingly isn't related to Mystique at all.

-Was wasting his life away in a sideshow freak attraction (most definitely because of his mutation).

-Favors Magneto.

-Doesn't seem to be religious at all.

-Most definitely not a skilled swordsman.

-Most likely doesn't get any admirers.

The Chad Next Mutation Nightcrawler:

-Was raised by Mystique and the Brotherhood, but ran away because he couldn't take anymore of their violent ways.

-Pretty blatantly the son of Mystique.

-Although he did join the circus because of his appearance, he loved his time with them!

-Knows Magneto, but he ABSOLUTELY hates him! Since he's, ya know, still evil.

-Is a proud Catholic and very open about his faith.

-Is a skilled swordsman! Rocking the cutlasses everywhere he goes!

-Has a lot of admirers. But he only has the eyes for particularly lovely Romani mutant with probability manipulation powers.

The Virgin DeMayo Emma:

-A old colleague of Xavier.

-Is the school's guidance counselor because it fuels her love for gossip.

-Walking definition of a mega-bitch.

-A former London socialite and most likely rubs it in everyone's face.

-Treats Jean like absolute shit. Has literal beef with an actual teenager.

-Lets her pupils get away and even actively encourage them to treat others like shit.

-Definitely got her......endowments from surgery

-Definitely single.

The Chad Next Mutation Emma:

-Personally knows Charles, but not an old colleague of his. She's like, 21 in this series.

-Serves as kind of the resident therapist for X-Factor. But does so out of respect and genuine care for her teammates.

-Is rather stoic, straightforward and businesslike jack-of-all-trades with a caring side. Think Joe Friday from Dragnet or Cornfed from Duckman.

-Also comes from a wealthy London background, but prefers to keep that more on the low-down.

-Is very civil with Jean. In fact, out of all the X-Men, she's the second closest to her. Also, Jean is like three years younger than her.

-Doesn't have any pupils as of right now.

-Got her....endowments from puberty.

-Is currently dating a hot telepathic Japanese-English ninja girl.

The Virgin DeMayo Storm:

-Basically an edgelord

-Finds Xavier's ideals old-fashioned and out-touch and expresses genuine curiosity in Magneto's beliefs.

-Is literally a mean girl, seeing herself as a superior to everyone else, which somehow made her popular!

Hates Jean Grey and dead-ass sees her as competition for homecoming votes!

-Most likely straight (possibly even homophobic) and definitely not dating anyone.

The Chad Next Mutation Storm:

-While more street-smart and witty than most of her other iterations, still carries the trademark regalness and composure.

-Firmly believes in Xavier's ideals and wouldn't give Magneto the time of day.....because he's a madman.

-Is popular among her peers as well, but simply because just how naturally cool she is. Also, she treats her peers with respect and doesn't view herself as being superior to any of them.

-Loves Jean, is literally her best friend, and even considers her a SISTER! Plus, she would absolutely root for Jean if she had the chance to become homecoming queen!

-Is proudly bisexual and happily dating a beautiful winged flyer.

The Virgin DeMayo Colossus:

-Raised in the criminal underworld of Russia.

-Is the big jock on campus.

-Definitely isn't into the arts.

-Is a social climber and desperate to fit-in.

-Is a lousy student (because of course the jock would be a lousy student).

-Is quite aggressive and can be kind of a bully.

-Most definitely straight and homophobic. Probably trying to chase chicks all the time.

The Chad Next Mutation Colossus:

-Living a simple life on his family's farm.

-Not a jock (though he does love baseball).

-Is passionate about the arts.

-Perfectly fine with where he is socially.

-A pretty solid student overall (has a B+ GPA).

-Is a gentle giant, usually calm and would never bully anyone!

-Is pansexual and dating a cute cryogenic class clown.

The Virgin DeMayo Quicksilver:

-Is an all-around asshole and doesn't respect anyone.

-Impatient and entitled.

-Is of Boston aristocracy.

-Looks up to Magneto and follows in his beliefs. Though most likely not his son.

-Has no sister.

-More than happy to abuse humans.

-Definitely straight and most definitely homophobic.

The Chad Next Mutation Quicksilver:

-While cocky, is a pretty chill guy.

-Actually rather laid-back and humble. Despite moving fast, he would rather take things slow when possible.

-Is proudly of Romani background.

-Although he's Magneto grandson, does not look up to him at all and wants nothing to do with him in general.

-Has a sister.

-Doesn't want to hurt or abuse anyone in general.

-Is pansexual and dating a big blue furry, shapeshifting hunk.

Well that's all for now.

Let me know how my versions of the X-Men characters stack up to DeMayo's versions.

In fact, I'd like to see other X-Men fans to this as well.

Taking their own interpretations of the X-Men cast and comparing them to DeMayo's.

[falciesystemessays]

hey, this one isn't about video games at all, it's about my experience being sexually assaulted a few months ago. i've been thinking recently about a conversation i had with my beloved a while ago, about the person who did it and how i was still making excuses for her. in advance i will be talking about sexual assault and topics adjacent to that, so like, reader beware.

basically, that woman tried to groom me. i'm not gonna call her out by name here because a callout wouldn't accomplish anything meaningful, but she treated my hesitations around kink as a problem to be solved, and said "we'll get there" after i expressed discomfort at something she did during sex. it was kind of terrible, and it has definitely not been fun having a body in the time since then.

the thing is that like, for a long time, like several months, i had been making excuses for her. sure, sex was nonconsensual that time, but i was into it the first time! i should have made my boundaries more clear! i knew she had issues, she had red flags that i was ignoring! and isn't it wrong to hold a transgression like this against a vulnerable trans woman? we need to stick together, you know? i kept making these excuses because i refused to acknowledge that this was something that woman did to me, that i had no agency in the matter because the point of rape is that my agency was taken from me.

and like... i have complexes around sex in general. for literal years, i've felt out of place in queer communities for not being sufficiently edgy, weird, or kinky, and i've always envied people who can live more active lives than me in that regard. i kind of see that kind of perpetually sexual queer lifestyle as an ideal i am perpetually falling behind. but also? when i do try to chase that ideal, i always end up needing to constantly fight, always needing to rise up to do the next thing because someone out there is doing even more than i am and it just... it ruins me. there's this terrible thought that runs through my head that all that is what being queer is, that if i'm not constantly looking for and having really intense sex than i am functionally a poser who talks the talk of being a trans woman without walking the walk. yes i am a self-hating aspec, how did you guess?

but someone like that woman, she gave me the possibility to pursue that kind of life. yeah she was pretty edgy, and full-throatedly embraced kinks that i never want to indulge, but... don't be moralizing, she's a real trans woman. you don't want to be a fake queer, do you? yeah she talks a lot about the callouts she got a few years ago and the insults her exes hurled at her, but you know, trans women tend to get that kind of unfair maligning. you don't want to miss this chance, do you?

of course, then that happened, and all potentials for a better me fell away like sand. it actually took a couple of weeks for me to cut her out of my life, before i finally accepted that she was not going to improve and that her presence in my life does not spark joy.

but i was left thinking, maybe i should have been into it? maybe i should have wanted it. this is what being a real queer is, after all. if you can't handle one evening of irl dubcon then you probably couldn't handle any of the real shit that we do. and it took me a long fuckin time, and a lot of conversations in therapy, with friends, and with my beloved, to realize that what she did wasn't okay, and that it wasn't my fault.

i told my beloved at one point, "i should have listened to her and accepted more about myself. i mean she went through the callout wringer and came out better for it," and my absolute arrow of a beloved told me "did she get better, or did she get haughtier? did she take that opportunity to grow as a person, learn what consent is, and do better for the people around her? or did she decide that everyone else is the problem? that she's better than them, better than you, so she doesn't have to question anything?" and it's like... shit.

in advance, when i say what i am about to say, i am probably not talking about you or anyone you care about. if i am, then whatever, just don't harm anyone, it's fine for me not to like you, whatever. but i do notice this thing, sometimes, with some people, where they assume that any criticism must be unfair maligning. it's the kind of thing that obviously doesn't apply on more than a subcultural level in most cases, but if you already have a following and social capital, it's very effective for maintaining it. just talk about the horrors of callout culture, talk about how minorities like yourself are always scrutinized, and don't forget to quote hot allostatic load. call anyone who criticizes you a puritan.

to be clear, these people will often be right about the state of culture generally. it's true that trans women are often regarded as inherently predatory or deviant! it's true that they're hurt way more than a lot of other people by callouts, even if they are based on nothing or exaggerations of harmless things. but people can use that as a way to immunize themselves from criticism or accountability. indeed, it made me question myself! it made me make excuses for someone who absolutely did not deserve them. but don't think you're immune just because you're not a predator like her or a weakling like me.

[damallarky]

Ok. So I got my Rook’s backstory planned out guys.

His name is Renan. He’s a Mage and a traveling musician who busks in and around Minrathous. Rook is his stage name.

He is the brother of my canon Inquisitor, Aisling Lavellan. There are five siblings in total. Ren is the oldest, and Aisling is the middle child.

His surname isn’t Lavellan, though. Gotta see what the names are in DA:V.

More under the cut!

His father was a former circle mage and his mother was a Dalish hunter.

Morag, Ren’s father, was part of a team of four mages given special permission from their circle to study ancient elven ruins to “further enhance Chantry understanding of Thedas and its history.” Jokes on them because the four Templars that were assigned to babysit the group were all mage sympathizers (one was in a relationship with one of the mages in the group, one had a mage sister who he cared about deeply, the youngest Templar was a good friend of Morag's and the last one just didn't care lol) so they basically let him get married and have kids while he was still technically doing what he set out to do.

The family traveled a lot from ruin to ruin. At some point, the group is called back to return to the Circle, but everyone decides to lie and say Morag "died" so he can stay with his family.

The good times don't last, though. Eventually, word gets out that there is an apostate running around, and Templars are sent to bring Morag back. During the process, their parents are killed, and the kids get separated, with Ren being caught by slavers and sold to Tevinter and the rest of his siblings being adopted into Clan Lavellan.

(Consequently, the reason Aisling begged to go to the conclave was because she was hoping she’d find Ren there, not realizing he never made it to a circle.)

Ren spends four years as a slave. His master's wife notices that he has a lovely singing voice and a talent for music, so she teaches him how to play the lute, harp, harpsichord, flute, and anything else she wants him to. He enjoys it because he loves music, but he knows that he is basically being kept as a pet to show off when the mood strikes.

(This is also when he meets the spirit Hope, who ends up taking the form of a Rook. She is also the inspiration behind Ren's stage name.)

At seventeen, he had a clandestine affair with his master's daughter, who was the same age as him. I think they were friends, and they cared about each other, but their relationship was more about teenage lust and Ren's cockiness than anything else. There was also maybe a little bit of a power imbalance that Ren doesn't really consider until much, much later in life. When his master's wife finds out, she is furious and orders Ren whipped within an inch of his life. He probably would have died had the daughter not begged her father to intervene. Ren is sent off to work with the rest of the household slaves. The other slaves were delighted to learn that the golden boy wasn't so golden after all, and they made his life hell.

Nine months later, Ren is summoned by his master. He learns that he has gotten his master's daughter pregnant. On her request, Ren is given his freedom on the condition that he takes the child (a boy) and never speaks a word of it to anyone.

He accepts and leaves a free man. He names his son Morag, Mor for short, after his father.

Except now he's a kid with a kid, with no money and nowhere to go in a country that actively treats his people like chattel. He's scared, and as a result, he does many things he is not proud of, things that he ends up regretting later in life, like drinking heavily and not being as good of a father to Mor as he should have been.

To support himself and his son, Ren becomes a musician and plays at bars and brothels, wherever he can get work. While busking, he meets an elven woman named Leena. Their relationship is difficult at first, but eventually, Ren decides to get his shit together, and the two eventually fall in love.

They get married, and after a while, they have their daughter, Esana. At some point, they both join the Shadow Dragons. During a mission, Leena is badly wounded and later dies of an infection. This almost causes Ren to fall off the bandwagon and back into his addiction. He, through great effort, manages to stop himself for the sake of his children who need him. The withdrawals were horrible, and it was one of the hardest things he ever had to do, but he did it because he loves his kids so much, and he wants to be a good father to them.

This is why he only drinks water, juice, or wine occasionally.

He still works for the Shadow Dragons, and now his son is beginning to work for them, too, despite the fact that Ren would rather he not put himself in danger.

More Facts

Ren is either 36 or 38, depending on how long it's been since Inquisition.

That would make Mor either 19 or 21.

Whatever the case, Esana is 13.

Mor is a mage like both of his parents. He fights more like a rogue, however. Veil ranger perhaps?

Esana's magic hasn't awakened (yet) but recently she has been having nightmares of monsters wanting her to "let them in".

Ren is a Dreamer like his father! He finds the Fade slightly annoying.

Mor was originally going to be revealed later in my Rook's story, which is why he didn't show up in my Rook's prologue fic.

Ren uses humor so he doesn't have to think about his emotions. It drives Hope nuts.

Hope is the GOAT of the bunch. Mor probably wouldn't have survived to young adulthood had it not been for Hope.

Hope is still relatively new to the whole "not being an actual spirit" thing. Like Cole, she still feels fairly compelled to provide hope to those who need it. Except now, she also eats mice and steals shiny things.

Esana unfortunately inherited her father's lack of self-preservation.

Esana and Mor are close despite their age difference. Mor is the best big brother.

Ren and Solas are going to drive each other insane. Especially once it's revealed just who the Inquisitor is. Ren and Solas will eventually find they have a lot in common and will both help each other heal in the end.

Idk where it will go in the actual game, but for now, I'm deciding that Ren and Solas will become very dear to one another. Bestie-in-Laws.

The family sitcom is called My Brother-in-Law the Dread Wolf.

Ren is very jealous of Solas's Dread Wolf form. Solas delights in this fact.

I also do not know who Ren is going to romance. I have never struggled so hard to make that choice.

[ace-of-fairytail]

Headcannons/thoughts

(Definitely spelling errors, try and work with me…)

Minerzajane,

I love how Mirajane and Minerva’s stories parallel eachother so well. It doesn’t seem intentional to be honest, but it’s done well.

They’re switching personalities every stage of their life, even Mirajanes satan souls and Neo Minerva. I feel like they’d have a different type of understanding of each other even though they’re in different steps of their healing journey.

Young Mirajane would’ve envied Minerva, going to see all the grand magic games matches, young Minerva would’ve looked up to Mirajane indefinitely. Not to mention how the two would’ve interacted the other way around, Minerva showing Mirajane her demon markings and hands to Mirajane who was insecure about hers. Mirajane doing Minerva’s hairs and basically being the only positive role model around her.

Plus the Erza rivalry, I always think about what type of kid a character was, and weather they’d be team Mirajane or team Erza. Minerva definitely would’ve been team Mira even though they were so different. I don’t even think she would’ve disliked Erza, actually they probably would’ve been good friends. I just don’t think young Minerva could’ve hated anyone yet.

They’re so cute, no interactions tho…?

Minerva is an amazing cook, while Mirajanes an amazing baker. Every week Minerva tries to create a new dish, and Mirajane will bake treats in case it turned out shit. Because of the towers of heaven, Erza’s eating habits will be forever fucked, but whenever she finds something she likes she can eat it over and over.

She had trouble trying Mirajanes baking for the first time when they were younger but she fell in love with the strawberry cheese cake she made, just like she had trouble trying Minerva’s cooking. But now she won’t eat food from anyone else, Minerva’s not mad at it but she doesn’t cook everyday, so she kind of feels bad.

There’s not much conflict in this house but shit just keeps on disappearing, everyone freaks out.

Minerva has a motorcycle, and she handy asf when it comes to anything that runs off an engine. If they ever had kids, she’d build a motorcycle with them, like her mom did with her. (I like to believe her mom was a mechanic, and spent a lot of time with Minerva before she passed)

Minerva gets upset because they’re so social, Erza litterally knows everyone to walk the planter earth, Mirajane is so close with everyone she meets it gets bothersome. Minerva sticks to her group, while a bunch of people always want to be around her gfs.

Mirajane and Erza really got close to her group, Sting and rogue got really close with Erza after the grand magic games because they were never good at holding a grudge. And yukino and Mirajane just keep getting closer and closer, it’s weird for her because she doesn’t know when any of them met.

Mirajane works at the guild so it’s extremely rare for her to go on quests. While Erza and Minerva are always out, to everyone else it seems like the don’t spend much time together but Minerva just doesn’t go to the guild after a quest and Erza will go to the guild long after she finishes a quest. Only team natsu will know when they’re all back in magnolia because they’re on the missions with Erza.

Minerva eventually grows to love Natsu like sting and rogue after watching him and Erza jump from topic to topic in the span of 20 minutes. They’ll talk about their hyper fixations all day, Erza almost never stops smiling, they’re in the own world when there together, Minerva likes to listen to them while doing any activity, she just zones out and it feels like less of a chore.

Whenever they realize they can be doing things while they talk they’ll get up and take over the cleaning and laundry and such. They’re very productive if no one interrupts them, if they’re not lost in conversation they lose every ounce of productivity.

Demons and dragons aren’t even supposed to get along because there were just differences between the two, but demons and dragons alike will chew on ice, dragons while teething, and demons to relive stress.

Dragons don’t realize they’re being messy because they’re can task a lot of things at once. They’re multitasking but their brains can remember things reguardless of how organized it is so most don’t waste time organizing, Mirajane is always right behind Erza picking up things as their put down. She doesnt mind, she just moves on auto pilot, she’s used to cleaning up after the guild and her two younger siblings. It’s actually a demon thing, she only noticed when she saw Minerva and grey do it.

Demons feel more comfortable when everything mimics the way it is in their mind. If they can’t envision where it’s supposed to be they might just throw it away on impulse. Usually when it happens Mirajane gives it to Lisa a or yukino depending on if she thinks she’ll ever want it back. It’s a good thing to have because it keeps their house clean, but if you envision things in weird places then it can ruin your house.

Sometimes Irene stops by? It’s weird because of everything that happened but her and Erza will just talk casually as if their old friends. She mostly comes if Erza and Wendy are both there, sometimes she’ll even bring heine and Juliette everyone else thinks it’s weird but they don’t really mind. Wendy was 100 percent convinced she was dead… (rip Irene)

Canvia

I’ve considered all kinds of Cana ships, but this is low key my favorite. Like Juvia throwing herself into greeds enchantments in front of Cana when she first joined the guild to “prove” herself. I feel like Cana is the same kind of person and plays it off through humor, and drinking.

Like that one episode where Lucy finds Cana passed out in the snow, and they have a really deep moment, then after the grand magic games it’s all fine again because guildarts wants to be a father.

Nope, Cana was one of the first to join the guild, she’s just always been there. Is her mother dead? Did she have any siblings? Who brought her to fairy tail? Howd she know her father was apart of fairy tail, and why’d she leave everything to be in the same guild as a man who doesn’t even know of her existence?

Mirajane mostly looked after her even since they were kids I feel like Cana would look after the younger Strauss siblings because she appreciated those times. I think Juvia would be the one of the only ones to notice how separated Cana feels for the guild.

They’d definitely live in a cozy one bedroom, one bathroom house near the guild. Juvia would have a bunch of plants and Cana would probably have a bird or something. Juvias not so good at taking care of things but camas is amazing at task management (nobody else in the guild knows this).

Grey visits a lot but natsu wasn’t allowed in from the jump because fire, plants, and animals don’t mix, and he’ll come and eat all their food. Erza’s not invited because she has a sweet tooth and Juvia will always bake if asked, Erza doesn’t stop asking.

There’s always a Strauss over, I feel like Mirajane Lisanna and elfman argue a lot, surprisingly. So lisanna of elfman are always sleeping on their couch, Mirajane hates it because she’d rather leave the house when their arguing. Low key Lisanna and elfman do it to piss her off and make her stop being mad faster. Plus they don’t even live with Mirajane anymore, they just have a house that they pay for just in case.

Evergreen visits a lot, and Cana and Juvia often babysit Aska for extra money here and there, because they hate being away from eachother for a long time and the lower class mission only pay so much.

+ Juvia helping Cana sober up. Just think about it…

(Cana x Lucy x Juvia x Lisanna)

I’m coming out of my budget a little here, but consider it. It’s mostly a ship that works all ways but they’re gfs. Lucy and Lisanna living together in a little flat near a bunch of antique shops so Lucy can pick up magic items and such as soon as they arrive, and Lisanna being close to a bunch of clothing shops because that’s what she gifts everyone on their birthdays, plus she likes to pick up small gifts of her guild mates and girlfriends.

They’re pretty far from the guild so they sleep at Cana and Juvias house most of the time, all of them cuddle up in a large bed, they don’t change sleeping order at all. Thayve made the perfect sleeping arrangement in order to garentee the most amount of sleep for each of them. Lucy made the sleeping order because she had to make one for team natsu too (idea by @mousecracker ) it would be prefect if they didn’t keep eachother up all night playing games. They usually decide if they’re not sleep by 3 am then they just get up and start their day.

Elfman usually asks if Lisanna and Lucy are staying with them when he’s mad at Mira and lis. They all hate when there is 6 people in the house, it’s one too many. There’s the four of them + one guest. No more. Because it gets too loud,

but they’re the same ones who start their day at 3 am, first thing they do is cook and clean. Sizzling pans, blenders, vacuums all on at the same time. And they all have to eat at the same time, so best believe you’re gonna hear ruckus at very orchestrated times during the day.

Lucy and Lisanna only go over to Cana and Juvias house because they have a lot of plants to take care of, Cana and juvia have to be very detailed with quests so they’re not gone from the plants for too long, and Lisanna was the one who named their pet bird. She names everything, his names Phoenix because he’s red and orange. Cana wouldn’t let her name the bird at first because she named happy. But when Cana and juvia are on missions, Lucy and Ali’s take phoenix’s to their house and water the plants every other day.

Happy is allowed to stay at Lucy and lisannas house but not Cana and Juvia, because anywhere Happy goes, natsu follows. Natsu allowed to stay at Lisanna and Lucy’s house all the time unless their not there, they lock their windows all the time. Camas house has a patio and they always open the window that the flowers are near and let the sunlight in.

Soltear (sorano x ultear)

Ultear said if they’re gonna tell yukino that their dating they have to tell grey right after because he’s like a baby brother to her. Lyon finds out years after they’re married when he walks into their apartment and sees wedding photos, (greys in them). He always thought when they were talking about their house, they meant they were roommates. He’s painfully oblivious, No one lets him in on these things.

When they move into an apartment Yukino, lector, and sting are always there, they aren’t dating or anything. They come over and talk about all the drama going on in the guild, far away from the guild, because rogue hates gossip. They’re always sitting on the kitchen counters talking about it and Ultear usually instigates it. Yukino really grows to love ultear, most people thought they wouldn’t get along much but it wasn’t true.

The most random interactions happen at the soltear house because you’ll walk in and see sting and jellal casually conversations like they’ve met before. All the exceed will be there sometimes, it’s like their meeting place.

Natsu would rather Ultear teach him transformation magic instead of Mirajane because ultear shows him how to transform into old creepy men, and Mirajane shows him the basics. So he knows how to transform into old creepy men but it doesn’t help him on missions because he can’t transform into anything else.

Ultear tells grey that if anyone should’ve replaced her it should’ve been him, he jokes that Ur would slap him for saying that, which she already did (ultear knows that)

Sorano is definitely a hoarder, yukino often comes around insults her on the fact, even though she comes and grocery shops in their house. “Wait is this the grand magic games prize from the magic council from 5 years ago?” *takes*

Yukino collects everything, she’s not really a hoarder because she often uses the things that she gets ahold of but she’ll have a vast collection of random collections that don’t mean anything to anyone else but she’d die for it. They rarely increase in value and anytime they do Minerva suggest she sells it, it pisses her off.

And Yukino and Sorano have split contracts with their keys meaning they can just give it to one another and use them as is. Yukino would kill Sorano if any of her keys get broken so Sorano does a lot less borrowing.

Ultear always calls Sorano angel unless she’s mad at her, then she just calls her by her name. If Sorano really wanted to piss ultear off she’d argue with her over something stupid, then when ultear give up, she says never mind. Ultear tries not to get roped into it but fails, every time it pisses her off so much.

She hates the word never mind in general, if you tell her something and she can’t hear then you say never mind it pisses her off. No one knows why, it’s because Ur was a young mom and didn’t know mental gymnastics would have a long lasting effect on children.

Greytsu (grey x natsu)

Grey doesn’t know how his name is spelled and he goes back and forth between grey and gray. It always comes back to brute him on legal paperwork and account logins. Natsu is his password for everything, Erza can litterally guess all of his passwords, sometimes he’ll have sticky notes laying around with his password and username because he can’t remember. He has too many and they’re all so similar.

They have two matresses pushed together because their body temperatures ruin each others sleep. When it gets to being too much, natsu will drag his bed away from greys. They both have body pillows for when they have to sleep separately.

Neither of them can cook so Natsu will always try to go get pick up but grey usually drags him over to Lucy and Lisannas to pick up whatever they’ve put together. Natsu hates it because usually it’s just what they didn’t end up eating so he never feels full.

Whenever natsus really mad at grey he walked up and turns the air condition all the way up at 3 am, grey turns it all the way down when he wakes up and it’s a never ending war until they forget about it. Happy usually stays with Lucy and Lis during their temperature wars.

They still argue in the guild all the time, when Cana says they argue like a married couple it still sets them off, but they have no response because Cana, juvia, Lucy, and lisanna are perfect for eachother.

Erza always pops up at their house at random times, they’ll be freshly waking up as she walks in to get something. They don’t know how she gets in but natsus doesn’t even care to ask, they store food at Erza, Mira, and Minerva’s so he’ll pop up when ever to get food too.

Minerva gets annoyed whenever she sees either of them in her kitchen, it bothers her so much. But it’s fine whenever sting and rogue randomly pop up. The Minerzajane house is the meeting sport for dragon slayers, mostly because it’s big but also because it’s betrayal ground. Even Erik pops up. The exceeds aren’t allowed, except Carla and lily. Carla will come to get away from the other exceeds half the time, while lily just enjoys being around the dragon slayers.

Actually lily pops up the most, he won’t admit it but he’s trying to get off of “levy duty” because levy is heavily pregnant and Gajeel freaks out and doesn’t know what to do, so panther lily has to help out. Actually Levy’s often invited to the dragon slayer meetings, everyone enjoys her being there. Everyone’s always upset that their so can’t come so sting and rogue make fun of them.

Wendy invites sherria when she wants, who’s gonna tell her other wise? It’s her big sisters house. Greys upset he’s not allowed to attend, sometimes it sounds like he’s the only significant other that’s not invited. He’s allowed to come any other time, just not the dragon slayer meeting, reasons because he’s not close to a dragon slayer like sherria and he’s not pregnant.

He invites Mirajane, and Cana and deinvites natsu to be petty. So natsu invites Erza and levy over too. It’s because they were team Erza and team mirajane as children. Cana and levy weren’t really apart of the rivalry at all. They were great friends. (+levy being the oldest and shortest head cannon)

Greytsu uses their insults as pet names.

Shendy (sherria x wendy)

They bought an apartment together when Wendy was 15 and sherria was 16, everyone was against it even Carla, but Erza gave them the thumbs up so they did it anyway. They don’t even stay in the same city so it’s mostly Wendy’s house while sherria visits, and stays there when she’s in magnolia since neither want to leave there guild.

They bought it in magnolia because everyone in fairy tail was starting to move in together and wendy didn’t want to third wheel anyone’s relationships, and because sherria has a room in the lamia scale guild while fairy tail hills doesn’t let you have anyone in your room past a certain time. And you could only sleep there if you’re apart of the fairytail guild.

Lyon is often in their apartment because he’s scared they’re doing bad stuff, slowly the numbers stack up one by one until a bunch of people are making sure there not doing bad stuff and Erza has to drag them all out.

The only reason that they ended up being allowed to get the apartment was because they got a two bedroom. Wendy and sherria sleep in one while Carla takes the other.

Carla was worried that Wendy wasn’t gonna be able to keep up with rent but she does and has a lot of extra money so she’ll go with lisanna to buy clothes and gifts.

Wendy had a hammock hanging up in her and sherrias bedroom so it looks like Carla sleeps in there, in all honesty Carla hates hammocks, so she’s glad she had her own room and bed. Sherria just keeps the stuff she leaves in the apartment in Carla’s room. It’s the perfect cover up, all they wanna do it cuddle.

Sherria has trouble sleeping at night so Wendy tells her about all the stuff her team gets into on missions, and even after sherria falls asleep wendy will continue talking until she can hear jar breathing slow down so she knows that she’s sleep.

Even though everyone’s worried about them do stuff now that they have an apartment, they often laugh about how they started dating and kissing while they were in lamia scale and no one knew.

Sherria always asks team natsu what she should get Wendy for a gift, while Wendy always asks sherry since they’ve always been close, she never asks Lyon because he freaks out and goes overboard with possibilities. But he’s really good with decorations so she asks him and Mira when sherrias birthday rolls around.

Sherria doesn’t like pink, Wendy’s a little off put by it but she doesn’t say anything. Her favorite colors are pink and white, sherria says that those colors are too bright.

Wendy asks Gajeel for relationship advice, he seemingly got the furthest and levy and sherria are a lot alike. Everyone thinks she’s praying for her downfall but usually levy gives her some tips, She and sherria are never on bad terms so she just asks Gajeel about small gestures he does for levy, often it’s good advice. Other times he tells her to make extreme declarations of love, she knows what to ignore.

Sherria found out that Wendy’s favorite jolly ranchers were blue, so she told her she didn’t like the blue ones so wendybhapily collects them out of the bag. Sherria doesn’t mind living without blue jolly ranchers while she’s in magnolia.

Whenever wendy is holding too many bags to carry Carla, sherria will take most of the bags because she knows they feel most comfortable with each other. Sherria buy wendy sweets all the time because she knows she’s a sweet tooth.

They’ll sit in the living room on the floor with a bunch of candies on the table, while they watch a movie. Carla often joins them staying up past 3 am

( + they definitely have a fireplace and mounted tv)

[giftedpoison]

So I don't know what to do with this information so buckle up I guess.

Hi, my name is Eve and in my real life I used to work at a grocery store (it's a chain but not necessarily a national one so i won't be saying their name for purposes of anonymity).

I worked there from the age of 16 (was hired December 18th 2016). Eventually started working in their shopping department for curbside pickup in 2019, when the department opened. Became a supervisor in the department in November of 2021 (after doing the job for a few years being paid as a part time shopper rather than supervisor) then i was promoted to Lead of the department in Feb. of 2022 (which essentially meant I ordered supplies, dealt with managing a group of 13 individuals and sat in on corporate meetings and the like).

That's my history. I quit in September of 2023. Because the job was trying to kill us all and I hit my breaking point. (My breaking point was when 5 of my employees including myself nearly passed out from over exertion. I say nearly because I forced them to stop and eat and hydrate when it got too bad, i was fighting for management to give me help so we could get breaks out but they wouldn't listen and I ended up absolutely word vomiting my building frustrations with their management style that I had been actively fighting against for well over a year at that point.)

I know I'm a good leader, but management increasingly thought of me as naive and too soft as a leader because I refused to step back and allow abuse of my workers for corporate profit. Despite the fact I would show them statistics and give them nuanced balanced perspectives they let their own biases get in the way.

Three of my shoppers were their main targets. Two of which were neurodivergent and came from a not so great background. The third one wasn't neurodivergent but she came from a broken background that involved drugs and alcohol as a minor she was 19.

I think about the third girl so often. Because I remember she wasn't shopping at the speed they wanted her too (aka the goal for the whole department) which was a valid critique and the manager basically played bad cop which was fine. And I remember after this I was working with this girl and we were running behind that day, to no fault of hers, and i had to come help her finish her shop so we could prepare for the customers to arrive.

And she was panicked. Saying she's really trying and she's afraid she's going to get fired and a bunch of other things as i'm helping her. And I looked at her and tell her. "Listen I've seen you're numbers recently, they aren't where they need to be but i can see you steadily increasing if you keep increasing no matter what the number is by the time management says something again. I will back you. It is okay and me helping you right now is not your fault." I found out recently she no longer shows up to work. And she basically quit. Which was probably in part due to personal issues like the fact her best friend was in coma at one point. And such. And she also got jumped in the parking lot by some girls and the police had to be called. But I can't help but to wonder if I had still been there, if she would have felt safe to keep coming back knowing that there was at least one person in charge in her corner. (now, I know for a fact there is none because I was a one man defense line)

I can't help but to think about my one coworker, one of the neurodivergent ones, who is still routinely get shit about his out of stock list despite back when I was still working there I literally showed them that his numbers averaged out to be about the same as everyone else.

I'm not going to say any of the three were perfect, they didn't always do their best and were sometimes unreliable. But did they deserve to get emotionally abused by one of the supervisors (who i reported over five times, and who also once threatened me but management refused to deal with)? No. Did they deserve to be treated like less than assets when two of them used to come in all the time on their day off to help until they got fed up with being treated like they were lesser?

I think about the time I fought against a capacity increase (literally one of the hours we could have 13 orders drop for one hour with only 2 hours to do it, and maybe 2-3 shoppers to execute it, and that's assuming we had the previous hour completed and actually had a full 2 hours). And then when it went into effect anyway despite me shoving numbers at every higher up I could about how it didn't work for what we had to work with. My one manager told me that's just how you build a business, increasing volume. So I told him it's also how you burn one down. He didn't have a reply.

I asked politely from the store manager that if we called for help, if there was no other employee who could, a manager should help us. And he returned with hedging and saying that "well if there's only one manager on duty that's not really feasible". Even when there were three managers on duty and two of them were standing around talking they did nothing. But don't worry if it was register front end drowning two managers plus a stocker would come to the rescue.

And prior to all this, prior to my Lead position, I didn't know I could be an effective and intelligent leader. Now I know I can, but absolutely no one will listen to me and will routinely talk down on me when they were so interested in me, that they fought corporate when corporate didn't want to give me the promotion and gave me a bigger raise than was protocol because they believed in me. And that belief went down the drain immediately when they realized I would not blindly fall in line.

I feel so bad that I'm no longer on the front lines defending them, and that I failed to give management one last piece of my mind like I was going to, but I know if I stayed there it would have eaten me alive and that it was slowly killing me.

I don't know where to go from here. How to live knowing I have enough intelligence to lead and be fair and nuanced, but having no where to put that to use. I don't know what to do anymore but this one haunts me.

And like I'm not gonna say I was perfect and I definitely didn't know the answers to everything. And I did have my issues. (I was angry but refused to take it out on anyone, I sometimes got so overwhelmed I had to ask someone to take over while I laid on the floor for a second to regain perspective, and I would often have to sit down because I would become light headed and dizzy from the heat outside). But at the very least I fought for them ya know?

[greekbros]

(Hey heads up Disney's Snow White is on YouTube right now)

(so hilariously here are my first thoughts:)

-literally this girl was a royal princess and yet the first thing she was forced to do as soon as her parents kick the bucket was practically do all the chores throughout the entire Castle.

-the queen ain't s***, getting jealous as f*** out of 16 year old not only is completely out of my range of understanding but if you're a grown ass adults and you're jealous of essentially a decade and a half old person in regards to their youth, honey you got so much worse things to worry about.

-Prince floren (yes the male protagonist who isn't a dwarf) is a bit of a weird ass. Like bro what were you doing spying on a 16 year old girl who you presumed was a slave at first and suddenly decide to go ahead and sell renate her ass in front of her crappy stepmother.

-look as much as I like the dwarves from an archetype standpoint, they really were actively being little shits not taking care of themselves and practically depending on Snow White to do their chores to a weird extent.

-my girl Snow White is a saint, cuz she dead ass found an entire house, and knew that there were individuals living and said house, and decided to clean it. Those proving my theory, that the evil queen literally gaslit her into thinking cleaning and doing chores is a hobby.

-also this girl is 16 she's doing a lot more for literally everyone around her rather than me so I don't know if I can even consider her by modern day standards as a damsel or in need of a modern-day update. Give it in consideration the current state of Disney and how they've treated their princesses as if there was a ton of things wrong with them to begin with, honestly Snow White holds up pretty well, she literally did not give a s*** about a single thing the moment she got out of the castle, had a rather traumatic experience in the forest, but outside from that she's been having the time of her absolute life.

-going back with the cleaning aspect of her character for some reason, I genuinely feel bad that literally her first instinct after she realizes that she doesn't have anywhere to stay, that she has to bargain cleaning the entirety of the house so that she can stay there is really kind of sad. I get it that's during the time of this movie the expectations of women were to literally just be homemakers and such, but it's still kind of a little sad.

-homegirl I know that you cleaned up the entire house and stuff and expect the owners to be very happy about that and likely let you stay, but did you really have to sleep on top of their beds? That's like some little goldilock shit.

-I'm so used to animals behaving like animals in media that looking at all these animals being just way too happy to help around is starting to annoy the s*** out of me.

-I'm going to be honest with you, I love animals, I love them to bits, but there's something somehow insufferable about the animals that are found throughout the movie.

-Hi ho and Dig Dig Dig is literally the best songs in the entire movie.

-most of the gems look like candy and I want to eat them.

-who else here thinks that if anyone wants to reimagine snow white, it should be in a JRR Tolkien style. Where the dwarves accidentally help a human princess from some evil elves or something. I don't know, you figure it out.

-the fact that the animals literally looked out of the window when they heard the dwarves come back and basically said "oh s*** fam let's bounce" is conceptually funny to me considering they just left their human best friend inside the house.

-not a single aspect of this movie would have happened in D&D. The dwarfs would have came in, kicked her out and got hella mad for messing around with their stuff.

-also mythologically speaking, I understand that in modern media that dwarves are supposed to be living near mountains, but I also find it hilarious that these dwarves are more comparable to gnomes rather than anything. Maybe they're just really big gnomes....

-you know what that's it, maybe this movie is just actually about seven gnomes rather than seven dwarves. In fact actually that makes it less racially conspicuous considering so many people have deemed dwarves as some sort of stereotype derogatory of people with dwarfism. I genuinely understand how that discourse happened and I understand why that discourse continues too.

-but honestly Disney designed these dwarves with lawn gnomes in mind.

-the dwarves being sus'd about the house being cleaned is funny and extremely accurate to the depictions of men who have never interacted with women.

-grumpy literally is the most realistic entity in this entire movie.

-Dopy actually has a voice, it's just a very particular scream.

-honestly I know have complained about the evil queen being absolutely dog s*** and actively having terrible self image issues, but her evil witch laboratory is an absolute vibe. Also mad respect for her having that to begin with for no reason.

-Bruv Prince weirdass came back and was like "damn I actually liked her I should pay my respects by kissing her CORPSE"

-i despise the supposed fan theory that she actually died and the castle they're going to in the end is actually heaven. I just like to imagine that that's how things look like when you just wake up from coming back from the dead, all nice and pretty and you have a New perspective in life and shit.

[swallowed-by-the-moon]

I'm just wondering what my life could've been like if I wasn't constantly broken for life. everyone was breaking me, I had nowhere to hide, no comfort space so I just had to live with being constantly pushed. "you have to do what your grandmother tells you even if it's YOUR vacation and you just want to chill instead of constantly doing what she wants", "she tried to beat you up, shouted at you and humiliated you on the street? you provoked her. you just have to do what she says and we don't care what you want", "she called you fat, told you that your ass is so big it doesn't fit into the doors, told you you looked like a junkie? she's your grandmother she doesn't want to hurt you. besides she did so much for you, you should be grateful", "no we won't take you home because we don't want to. do what you want". I started to want to kms at 12 because of her. because of how she treated me. I felt like I was just a slave, not her grandchild. I don't contact with her in any way for almost 2 or 3 years now ig and I have no regrets.

tgey never asked me what I wanted, I attended the after school activities I hated and they didn't give a single shit about how I felt because "there's no "I want or I don't want to do this" in life, there are things you HAVE TO do". my wishes were never treated with respect. my father ignored me and still does and if I tried to make him love me when I was a kid I just don't give a shit about him now, I want him to perish. my mother always switched sides. when I fucked up even a little bit she went from "you are my unique creative child, I love you so much" to "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU, WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE LIKE TAHT?? THIS HAPPENED BECAUSE OF YOU BECAUSE YOU'RE CONSTANTLY TRYING TO BE SO UNIQUE AND YOU ARE SO ATTENTION SEEKING. YOU MAKE YOURSELF LOOK UGLY". and I know when she lashed out on me she meant every word whereas when she was telling me how much she loves me she was probably lying because you can't seriously think that someone is so cool and unique while also seeing them as an ugly attention seeker

I loved to play guitar when I was younger, I had a guitar teacher (who was an asshole but I didn't see it back then) who was lije a father figure to me and once my father straight up banned me from attending GUITAR LESSONS because he didn't like how I acted. I had to spend my last money to attend a lesson and when my father found out I visited a lesson he became furious. he was shouting at me and threatening to break my guitar and ban me from attending lessons completely. HE WAS GOING TO STRIP ME OF THE ONLY THING I FOUND MEANINGFUL IN THIS LIFE and that says a lot about him. he never cared and never will. all he does is act like he can stand me, but he can't and I know it for sure for I remember everything and people don't change

I was told I was guilty when I was called to a principal's office because I was wearing corpse paint inspired make up (there were no crosses or pentagrams on my face, basically I just did a back eye makeup which looked like flames). guilty for what? "halloween is over and you know it. that's no way to show up to school" but what can I do? I am naturally like that I can't just be like everyone else because I'm an artist by nature and my body is a canvas. they told me to throw away all my band merch, start wearing normal clothes, dye my hair in a natural colour and grow my hair to "look more like a girl". it triggered me so bad, I couldn't stand a thing of being trapped in someone else's body having to look like they tell me to. sui attempt. failure. pills. scars. sadness and pity in everyone's eyes.

later my mother was telling me that she knew taht I was unique tge moment I was born which Ig she said just to please me because if she really thought I was unique she had to know I won't just be "normal". yet she tried to make me be that. she bought me a scar removal gel and I knew where it was going. she couldn't accept my scars as they were

once I asked my mother if she knew what she was doing when she gave birth to me, if she knew about the fact that I will not be just a funny lil toy, but a human she'll have to take care of? and she told me "I thought the love towards you will come to me naturally and it won't be so hard to raise you". at least she told the truth

I feel so envious when others tell me their parents never pushed them to do shit they didn't want to or spend time with relatives that are obviously abusive. sometimes I think what did I do wrong to be treated like I have no personal will to do things, like I'm just an object, a property? they've broken me and they are okay with that. they laugh at memories that bring me so much pain. and I know they will never change because they don't want to

[jinxxedmisery]

I just wanted to come here and say, I'm sorry I haven't been active lately.

I haven't gotten around to requests in like months.. thankfully only one is in my inbox right now.

I also haven't been doing a lot of art.. things have happened which I will vent about... because my therapy appointment is over a month away and where else can I vent if not tumblr..

Tw mental health stuff, general health stuff, transphobia, relationship drama.

So happy Pride Month... it's nearly over, I know.. but oh well. Like a lot of people are saying, this pride month feels different.. less safe.. I came out as nonbinary to my family last year and started socially transitioning and I have known I was pansexual since 14.... so this stuff kinda hits hard.,

Even being in Canada it's scary seeing all this hate.. it's not as bad here.. but haha.. I happen to live in Alberta.. half the population here is homophobic, godfearing, truckers, cowboys, and farmers.... so I feel a sense of danger every time I'm open about it..

I went to a parade in my town.. we have a yearly event in June.. it's not pride.. but I kinda treat it as a form of pride.. I wore my pronoun pin badge I bought shortly after I came out. One of the town four churches has a Vacation Bible School program and a woman who is a pastor's wife always every year comes up to me and tells me she wants me to volunteer to help them out and kinda forces me to take an info packet....

Yeah.. this year she looked directly at my pin badge and talked to my parents instead basically pretending I didn't exist which was kinda funny and a huge relief.. hope this stops her from bothering me In the future... I did notice a few people look at it as well and like body block their child... which was so stupid.. istg conservatives think we're the boogeyman or some shit. Also kept getting misgendered... some lady who knew me from my childhood says "oh you've grown into such a beautiful young lady" and I straight up felt ill..

Anyway.. during that event my mother had a medical emergency.. she had a mini stroke.. my mom was very confused wasn't aware of her surroundings.. she's normally super resistant to going to the hospital and will fight you.. but she was so confused she got up, got her shoes on and got into the car and walked into the hospital without a fight...later she nearly punched me in the face while we were trying to hold her down so the nurses could get an IV in.. (they don't have daytime security at the local hospital and they don't have restraints) she said she doesn't remember any of it..,

As for my relationship.. I still have a boyfriend.. he's been pretty busy with work though.. his boss moved him to a super inconvenient schedule 3pm to 9pm.. every single day, no days off..

He's also had so much trouble with his car that it's not even funny. It's all been the coolant.. he thinks he's fixed it though so.. I'm hoping that won't be an issue as much.

So it's been hard for us (especially me.., because.. like my last relationship ended shortly after my ex couldn't make it out to see me.., he did finally admit it was excuses so.. I'd be lying if I didn't say I was afraid of that happening again) but we're enduring it.. he's a sweetheart and has been making time to talk to me after work almost every night until he gets too tired to continue..

It helps a lot.. he makes me feel wanted and he is trying his best to make it work so we can see eachother in person 😊he'll be coming out tomorrow morning and staying until 1pm.. we only get 2 hrs together but it's fine.. any amount of time with him that I get is worth it.

I promised him one day if he's able to visit for longer we'll watch Heathers: The Musical and get slushies... mountain dew, cherry or lime flavored ofc (iykyk) he's into that idea thankfully lol..

it's a requirement that everyone in my life watches Heathers at least once... I've seen it so many times I could almost recite the entire thing... 🤭

But that's all for now, when I get the motivation I will write requests!

[winns-stuff]

LO RANT:

Sigh… Here we go again. I know I always say I’ll keep this short and then I write 24 paragraphs but I really do feel like I’m going to keep it short with this chapter.

First off, I’m glad Demeter came back it was lovely seeing her face and her appearance and her interaction with Cerberus had to be the only good thing about this whole chapter. One thing that I really despise though is just how lonely she looks… Everyone and everything is just constantly changing around her and she’s just supposed to get over it?? What the actual fuck bro, for a character that’s supposed to be a villain or whatever so many people around her are showing themselves to be way eviler in spirit than she is. Like I’m genuinely so done with Lore Olympus and a lot of the fans (they know who I’m talking about) because this whole Demeter hate train is reeking of internalized misogyny and I’ll tell you why.

There has been so many times in this fandom where any goddess or nymphs especially that isn’t Persephone or on Persephone’s side all the damn time has been insulted and dragged through the mud (just like demeter has) just for doing something fucking small while a man can get away with doing something absolutely disgusting and no one bats a fucking eye. It’s been a theme in this comic and this fandom to shit on all women for doing absolutely nothing and praise all the men for either doing the bare minimum or doing something heinous that’s used as a damn gag. I also don’t like how Rachel herself fuels all of this shit because she truly writes the characters in a way that you could tell which side is the side you should go for and which side is the side you should hate, she doesn’t give any of the women any depth and she’s always writing them so one sided and mean spirited that it’s hard to even root for them (if they’re not on persephone’s side of course) but she gives all the fucking men these damn 10 hour long backstories and explanations of why they do anything and basically defends them no matter what. That irks the hell out of me because she literally makes the decisions and she’s in charge of how everyone views the characters, I’m sure you can’t even talk to her about any of this shit either because anytime there’s even a little bit of criticism she takes it as an attack and all of a sudden you get witch-hunted by her millions of fans “defending her” by only making the situation worse.

Also something else that I don’t appreciate is just how women’s distress and discomfort is just used as a joke.. I’m so sick of that. That happens too much in real life, women are never taken serious when we say that we’re uncomfortable or distressed by certain environments or people and everyone undermines and belittles our concerns and we have to forfeit our safe spaces and put our minds on survival mode because people such as the “comedy” in Lore Olympus continues to treat it as a joke. You would think in a story that follows the story of Persephone, a young woman who is searching for her voice and identity after an absolutely disheartening and disgusting invasion of her bodily autonomy, would take in account that women’s concerns and our discomfort and our distress should be handled with respect and not taken as a joke wouldn’t go in a direction where they’re actively putting women in powerless and invading situations for the sake of a few “laughs”. Why would this even be comedy? Why is it not even being treated like it’s important? Everyone gets to brush it off like it’s nothing and they laugh at that joke just like they have been for centuries. I find it disgusting that that’s the main source of comedy in Lore Olympus and it really does defeat to impact on what could’ve been a powerful message.

Alright, now that I’ve gotten that off my chest and that I’ve cooled down slightly I’ll move on to a much lighter point. I hate the fact that it always feels like Persephone isn’t actually the main character, like is it just me? Because I never really get to see her be the main character herself, and I can’t even remember the last time I read about her thinking of herself. It’s always about Hades, Hades’ trauma, his backstory, his thoughts, his dialogues, his concerns, his everything. There’s so much focus on Hades that there is none of Persephone, I wanna know about her too. Not about what she thinks of Hades, not her loving Hades or daydreaming about him, I want a chance to get to see her personality outside of him. I absolutely despise the fact that romance is written so that one of the characters can trade in their personality, their character, and everything that makes them an interesting person just to be obsessed with the love interest. That happens to many times, when you’re in love yes you do think about that person but there’s a limit to just being in love and being unhealthily obsessed. It’s like if Persephone doesn’t think about Hades for 1 second she’ll die or something. You can be in love but you don’t have to trade your damn soul, you’re still a human being at the end of the day and it would be so much more enjoyable to witness if Persephone and Hades just fucking acted regularly.

Also, and this is very small too but, the dancing just kinda made me eye roll… And I absolutely love the art of dancing so that says a lot. But I just don’t think it’s an aww moment or anything, I don’t know. It’s kinda like that couple that’s always together and makes being in a relationship their whole personality which is the definition of Persephone and Hades. We get it that you’re stronger together and you can’t possibly be apart for just a few moments or make decisions without each other but damn can I at least get a crumb of development? What’s the difference between Persades now and Persades before? We know Persephone is a queen now or whatever but we don’t really even see her change or have any thoughts about it. No doubts or concerns? She’s just there and fine with everything it’s so boring and weird.

Anyways, this whole thing has been slightly draining and angering for me but I’m at a point where I will just be constantly defending Demeter because I don’t care. Also, Artemis is reeeallly making me regret giving her an appreciation post, like I don’t even know if I should scrap it or not. But yeah, like I always say… very biased and opinionated, also very hostile so sorry about that. If you don’t agree that’s fine and if you do that’s fine too. Can’t really articulate all the rest but if you’ve been here long enough you know what would be here and if it’s your first time I’ll come back and add it for you.

[phoenixyfriend]

Anakin Assists the Jedi Council While On Medical Leave

AU brainstormed primarily by @atagotiak, @gelpenss, and myself.

Basically, a fix-it based in Anakin getting a peek into the daily life on the Council early, and accidentally Figuring Some Shit Out along the way, mostly because Palps Fucks Up.

So, Anakin gets injured in a way that limits him to Coruscant for a few weeks. He can still walk and talk, but he can't fight. The specific injury doesn't matter, just this:

Anakin runs errands on behalf of the council and sits in on meetings to take minutes as a "you're on medical leave but we need all hands on deck, congrats you get to be the secretary until we can send you on stabbing missions again" thing.

Also, there just aren't a whole lot of people with Anakin's clearance level. They had to send out Stass Allie to handle the mission that was originally next on Anakin's roster, and Anakin's the most convenient person to substitute into her position.

He's not super happy about this but he can more or less understand the point of it. Given that he gets antsy about needing to fight almost immediately, he can acknowledge the worth of having something useful to do, if only as the person who's writing down who says what and making sure everyone has the right file on hand.

(Besides, Obi-Wan jokes in a way that Anakin thinks might be encouraging, this is good practice if Anakin ever wants to be on the High Council himself!)

(This is a very helpful conversation.)

BASICALLY, Anakin is resigned to this but agrees because "Usually we have Master Allie handle this but we need her running that mission that was originally set for the 501st, so you get to fill in for her until you can switch back. Think of it as training for eventual mastery or admin or--listen, we're just really stretched thin."

Here's the key thing, though: Anakin isn't supposed to leave the Temple, for medical reasons, so Palpatine doesn't know Anakin is sitting in on Council meetings. They haven't met up since Anakin's last surgery, and because [muffled hand-wave reason] he didn't find out another way, like Anakin comming him or the Council giving him the heads-up about the change in attendance.

It's fine. He's just taking notes and doing preparatory research, he has the clearance, the Chancellor likes him anyway. Hell, they'd have had someone's Padawan doing this, before the war increased the necessary clearance levels. They'll toss in a quick message in the brief they send to Palps that he never reads anyway, and that's really all they need to do. Skywalker's getting some rounded experience and this way the medics won't be freaking out about him stressing his heart after getting electrocuted by trying to spar too early.

Palpatine doesn't talk directly to the Council, he just sends a recording the first time Anakin is there. It's a bit weird, but nothing goes wrong. Anakin's off-screen from whatever device they use to send a response, since he's not technically a member, just assisting for a bit on the part of Master Allie's duties that he's actually allowed to touch (and not the bits that are getting added to Mace, Plo, and Shaak's stuff).

The first four or so meetings are like that. Anakin starts having a bit of sympathy for the Council as he sees how many things they want to do that are hampered by the need for Senatorial approval, things that he would also want to do and didn't think required this much red tape.

About a week in, still mostly recordings with Anakin just sitting on the side playing paralegal, the wheel of fortune turns a few pegs.

Palpatine hands over a an order on the range of injury that a soldier should be treated for, "to ensure that republic resources aren't being wasted on clones that, while expensive, would actually be cheaper to replace than repair."

Oh, he dresses it up in prettier language than that. Anakin doesn't process it as such first.

The Chancellor manages to couch his phrasing in "prioritizing resources for taxpaying republic citizens and employees of the GAR," which... well.

The natborn commissioned officers pay taxes. The Jedi are employees. The clones are neither, because they're slaves.

Probably he frames it as the employees thing, very much the kinda language that sounds halfway ok unless you’re fluent in political bullshit.

And Anakin is really confused at first about why the council is upset by the order because, okay, he would PREFER to be able to use medical supplies on refugees when possible, but he understands prioritizing the soldiers?

He just looks up, totally lost, when someone groans and goes, "That's the third time this year, is he trying to get us all killed?"

And it vibes as such a genuine, aggrieved, sad reaction that Anakin is completely blindsided because it's not the sarcastic, petty resentment he kind of expected? It's just... desperate depression.

And someone gently has to explain that this is the third time they've had resources restricted to only GAR employees and that it's a polite way of saying "prioritize natborn officers, stop wasting resources on clones, we can replace them easier."

Or maybe he doesn't ask, because he's just there to take notes, not argue, and he can see the masters drawing up a response that amounts to "We would like to remind you that our soldiers do not fall into that classification, and to limit their access to our medical supplies is liable to cause a loss of life that we find unreasonably high. Please see the annotations attached to adjust wording so that the clones may receive the same level of care."

Anakin's internally just like "Yeah, that's phrased nice and addresses the main problem, Palpatine will obviously agree and change it!"

And then he comes in the next day and the response comes in and it's just dripping condescension about considering the clones actual people.

"This is why we can't use the bacta tanks on clones anymore, just the patches. We could use them at first, we had a few of the CCs get through fatal injuries with them, but they cut that off and said we could only use the tanks on Jedi and non-clone officers a few months ago. The Banking Clans keep tightening their belts on the army, and the Chancellor insists we put citizens first, and the clones aren't citizens. We've been arguing back as much as we can, but he keeps going on about the economy and we can't... we just can't, Skywalker. We're trying to save as many of our men as we can, but..."

Something like "Allocation of resources reiterated, the Kaminoans have assured the senate that the Jedi are far from exhausting the resources ordered."

And Anakin's like. He can't blame the council for lying about Palpatine's past or future actions. He just saw Palpatine's actions. Those actions were to order people under his control to throw away lives he saw as replaceable commodities.

These are his friends' lives.

His soldiers are being thrown away by a man in a tower that he trusted.

And then that man has the gall to suggest it's the council's fault.

Palpatine is good at what he does, especially in public, he dresses it up in flowery language and everything, but Anakin's just like "Those are my FRIENDS and also this is??? How slavers talked about their property on Tatooine???? FRIENDPATINE, WHAT THE FUCK."

Anakin can be passive aggressive sometimes as well as outright aggressive. So if he brings up the guidelines and why they make him upset in general terms, and Palpatine says something about how he’s sad the council doesn’t care about the clones...

Anakin, internally, having just watched the council scramble to save as many clones as possible within the guidelines that Palps handed down: Uh-huh.

(Anakin is just the gay horror teeth gif from queer eye.)

Just. “Yeah, funny you say that, Palpatine! Because as I remember, you told the council not to waste more resources than necessary while Mace Windu was arguing to expand the treatment range!”

Palps doesn't even have time to salvage the situation or attack Anakin because Anakin just bulldoze rants for fifteen minutes and then storms out.

Anakin... maybe does a little treason and gets a copy of the orders so he can ask Padme "Hey, can you explain the politics of this?" and doesn't tell her who wrote it so she isn't biased (he tells her that this is why he's not sharing the author's/speaker's name), and just lets Padme pick apart all the 'this is a nice way of saying they don't view the clones as people' details.

Alternately, someone on the Council sees Anakin dithering and manages to get him to admit that he's not great at political language and wants to ask someone to help him understand the full implications. The person--Mace? let's go with Mace--is aware that Anakin is on good terms with Senator Amidala, if not necessarily aware of the depth of said relationship. Mace points out that he's probably going to be seeing her soon just because he usually does and, as a Senator, she can get easy access to these sessions since they're not about specific missions, just allocation of resources, etc. It's not an optimal solution, but she's got a bit more free time than anyone else Anakin knows with the clearance levels, like Order members that are actively involved in the war effort.

Anakin dithers and panics and Mace, trying to be helpful, tells him that plenty of Jedi have made friends among the Senate over the years, didn't you know Qui-Gon Jinn was a personal friend of Former Chancellor Valorum?

At any rate, Anakin goes to Padme and asks her to explain it to him, because she knows how to phrase things so he gets it.

Anakin has to have her pause and he goes outside and destroys some things halfway through.

(Anakin maybe thinks back to the times Padmé or Obi-Wan were really obviously frustrated and when he asked, they said stuff like “I can’t stand Palpatine rn, sorry Anakin I know he’s important to you and you don’t want to talk about politics, let’s just talk about something else.”)

(Obi-Wan: I don’t trust Palpatine Anakin: you just don’t like politicians in general Obi-Wan: yes that is also true)

(Obi-Wan does like Bail and Padme but he does also talk a bit about how politicians generally aren’t to be trusted.)

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CHAPTER 1 

SUMMARY - Lydia Lupis had lived a terrible 14 years of life. She went to a school full of drug dealing thieves and gangs, lived in a shitty neighbourhood, had parents that didn't even give a shit about her to come home and a brother that treated her like absolute trash. The only half decent thing in her life was a stupid camp - Camp Rim of the World. Her brother Conrad gad a job there but instead of actually doing it, he just snogged any girl he could find, leaving Lydia to do his job for him. Lydia was never that much of a social person and usually spent most of her time at the camp either working or in her own cabin reading. Lydia expected these school holidays to be the same as every other, but what she didn't know was that these holidays were going to change her life. Aliens were taking over planet earth and after following three kids into the woods and meeting a strange boy, the fate of the world somehow rest in their hands. With her new found friends will they be able to save the world before humanity becomes extinct and will a curtain strange boy steal Lydia's heart or smash it into a million pieces?

WARNINGS - i wrote this story years ago so i can’t remember exactly what’s in this but let me know if i miss anything! swearing, mentions of abuse, mentions of parental neglect, mild violence and threatenings, use of weapons, blood?, mega freaking cringe read at your own risk lol

"Wake up Bitch! The campers are arriving!"

My eyes snapped open to the sound of my brother's booming voice and his fist bashing against the door of my cabin.

I sighed and got out of bed to opened the door, almost getting hit in the head by my brother's fist.

"Fuck man, could you at least give me another twenty minutes of sleep? I couldn't sleep last night with all the noise coming from your gay party last night," I said with a scowl on my sleepy face.

"Tough luck shit head, the campers are about to start showing up in about half an hour so if I were you I would get my shit done before they get here and trash the place," he said while walking away.

"Whatever..." I closed the door and went back to bed.

My brother Conrad and I have been living at the camping grounds of Camp Rim of the World for the past few days, helping set up the camp for the holidays. He worked here as one of the camp instructors and since I didn't really have anywhere else to go when he was at work I just with him.

The first few times staying here were fun but after a while it got pretty boring, but it was always fun watching the newbies get scared doing some of the activities.

I got along with most of the workers and the kids my age but I never got too close to anyone because after having the kind of childhood I've had, I learnt that you can never trusted anyone but yourself. So I kind of isolated myself from the group of kids and did my own thing or helped out around the camp.

But sometimes coming here was a relief because being at school and home wasn't always great. The school I go to is full of fucking assholes that sell drugs, drink and do a tone of other fuckin' fucked up shit. Everyone had some kind of weapon on them because you never knew when someone was going to attack you and you never had anything precious on you in case someone stole it.

Throughout my high school years, I learned that the school was split into three main gangs and if you weren't apart of one, you got beat up, stolen from and sometimes killed. Being in a gang was really the only way to have protection and some kind of security and safety at school. When you're in a gang you look after one another, you stick together and back each other up if someone's in trouble. You were basically family in a weird and violent way.

But the higher rank in a gang you were, the more power and protection you had. When a new school year started and the grade twelves left and the grade sevens came, a new leader was picked, that is if the leader had left. When the new kids arrived they had to do trials if they wanted to be apart of a gang and if they made the trials they had to prove their loyalty by completing a task given to them by the gang leader. It was very rare for a grade seven or eight kid to get a high rank really quickly or easily because most of the time they still have to prove their loyalty because with their young and experienced minds they can easily change their minds and leave their gang for another.

I was a grade eighter but I was trusted by my gang and had a high rank by the time I reached the middle of grade seven. I had power and skills that my gang use to their advantage and after some training I became their assassin.

Home wasn't much better either.

We lived in a shitty neighbourhood full of shitty people and shit. Mum and Dad were barely ever home and I had to basically live by myself with Conrad.

My brother was a selfish piece of shit that didn't give two fucks about me so it was technically just me living, surviving defending for myself.

I had learnt how to shoot a gun at the age of seven, how to fight with knives, how to pickpocket anyone that walked past me, how to sell drugs for money but obviously not take them and how to defend myself and hide when necessary. I had learnt how to survive and it's probably not your ideal idea of a great childhood but it was life and I just had to get though it until I could leave.

The sound of tires on the dirt road and the screech of brakes made me open my eyes and groan.

I got up and went to my wardrobe to get dressed. Unlike most girls I didn't like the shit that they wear. I mean who wants to wear something that covers half their ass and a quarter of their tits? Honestly, you might as well go fucking naked.

But sometimes I liked to mix things up a bit, especially if I'm feeling convergent or sexy.

I grabbed my tight black strapped top and placed favourite red flannel shirt over my shoulders, leaving it unbuttoned, then some not too short black jean shorts. I tied my black bandanna around my head which kept my short shoulder length dirty blonde hair out of my face. I tied my spiked choker around my neck and my chain bracelets to my wrists, I put my sunnies on and slipped my black converse onto my feet, walking out of my cabin and out into the sunlight.

As I closed the door and walked down the pathway towards the dining hall, I could hear more cars pulling up and the sounds of kids talking, screaming and running around.

I've never really liked people, even before most of my crappy childhood. They just never really seemed very nice, real or important. From what I've seen, most kids my age (which is 14) are not really the friendly type. They bully and pick on other kids and they're all selfish, self-centred and fake. But I was fine without them, I didn't need anyone. Never have and never will.

As I reached the dining hall I saw a familiar black man hanging out the window waving to me. I smiled and walked over to the window he was at.

"Hey there Polar Bear! Did you finally decide to come out of your cave and join society?" Logan the camp leader asked me.

"No I came to restock on food for my next hibernation," I smirked at him.

Logan was an idiot, a funny and nice idiot but still an idiot.

"Haha well you better stock up quick because by the time half the campers get here there's probably going be nothing left."

"What a shame, I'll just have to go hunting then if that's the case."

"Woah there polar bear! No need to get violent, we can learn to share can't we?"

"You'll just have to wait and find out."

"I don't think I want to find out." He said closing the window laughing.

I chuckled and entered the dining hall.

I went into the kitchen and buttered some bread to eat. As I exited the kitchen I saw a bunch of campers lining up at the registration tables to get there cabin numbers and hand in their phones and stuff.

I saw a guy standing in front Lucy, one of the camp workers that was currently collecting kid's phones. He looked like some rich kid who's never gone outside before. He had two chain necklaces around his neck and a gold loop earring in his right ear. But the thing that weirded me out the most was his clothes. It looked like he was wearing fucking silk pyjamas, I mean who the fuck in their right mind wears pyjamas to a camp? This kid has obviously never been to camp before, let alone outside a city. But I've seen him around before in some previous camps and I've tried my hardest to avoid him and others like that and so far have been successful, but lets not get my hopes up that it'll be that same this camp.

I saw that the pj kid and Lucy were having a conversation that had suddenly turned dark and Lucy looked like she was ready to slap him in the face.

This guy was obviously a pain in the ass.

I walked out of the dining hall and over to the zip-line where I was posted to work today or more like my brother was posted to work. I didn't technically have a job at the camp but since my brother didn't really do anything but snog girls, I kind of just showed up and did it for him.

When I got to the zip line area there was a big group of kids hanging around the tower of the zip line talking about how awesome and fun it looked so I assumed that they were all newbies. I grinned and told them to buggar off until the zip line opened. Once they were gone I started to set it all up.

About twenty minutes later Logan showed up with the pj kid that I saw in the dining hall trailing behind him talking up a storm.

Great now this kid was a one of those kids that hung out with the adults because they thought they were too cool to hang out with the other 'lame' kids.

When Logan saw me he smiled and started walking a little faster.

"Hey there Polar Bear! Did you decide to skip hibernation this winter?" He asked me.

"I've considered enjoying this winter without sleeping throughout the whole time. And besides, someone's gotta do Conrad's job for him," I said.

"Well you should tell him to get his head out of his ass and do his job instead of his sister doing it for him," he joked back.

"Isn't that your job though?" I said with a grin.

"Yeah I guess but you're his sister and you know how scared I am of his big man titties and that gorgeous blonde mullet of his," He said while making a fake scared expression on his face.

I chuckled and shoved him towards the ladder that led up to the zip line, "get up there you dork."

"Alright, alright. Dariush, are you coming?" Logan asked from the first few steps of the ladder.

I turned back around and saw the kid staring at me, mouth open and what looked to be a bit of drool hanging from the corner of his lips. I cringed in disgust, "you're gonna have a broken nose and ribs in the next few minutes if you don't fuck off right now buddy."

He suddenly stood up straight and wiped the drool from his face, he put a confident smirk on his face as he walked over to me like he hadn't heard a single word that came out of my mouth. , "hello gorgeous," he said as he reached for my hand but before he could I grabbed his shoulder and brought my knee up straight into his chest, feeling the soft material of his clothes while also feeling his ribs snap like a twigs.

His grabbed at his chest but before he could do anything else I grabbed his hair yanked his face upwards and punched him square in the face sending him flying backwards towards the ground. He fell to the ground and curled in on himself, grabbing at his ribs in pain while making weird squeaking noises like a mouse.

Logan started laughing like a maniac as he climbed down the ladder and went to see if his friend was alright.

"I warned you kid but you didn't listen, you didn't fuck off, and little things like that are gonna get you hurt just like it did now. So next time I encourage you to just fuck off when told to."

With that I crossed my arms and went over to the line of kids waiting for a zip line ride. After watching what happen to the pj kid they were all a little scared of me and kept their respectful distance away. I didn't mind though, it was nice to know that I had some power over them.

We were an hour in and had about thirty three kids go on the zip line. The next kid that was going on had red hair and a tone of freckles. He was small and looked scared, and not just scared of me.

After I got him suited up and ready to climb the tower he began to shake a bit and I could see the fear in his eyes. I had heard of this kid from eaves dropping on the others kids, apparently he was a bloody nerd and never left his room, but from the scars on his arms; which look to be burns, I could tell that he had gone though something traumatic and the fact that the other kids were talking about him like they were made me feel kind of bad for him.

I put my hand on the kids shoulder, making him jump a bit and look up at me. I gave him a small smile, "you don't have to do this, you know that right? It's perfectly fine if you don't."

But he just looked back at the tower and shook his head no.

"Alright, suit yourself," I said pushing him towards the ladder for his turn.

I watched as he climbed up. Slowly and unsteadily. Logan was at the top with Dariush calling out encouraging words to him who I now assumed was called Alex. When he got to the top Logan helped him up and they were out of sight.

I looked over to the next kid in line and told him to get ready for his turn.

A few seconds later Alex was climbing back down the ladder, shaking even more and breathing like he had just run a marathon. He most likely just had a panic attack.

As he reached the bottom I unhooked him from the rope and was about to check if he was alright but he ran off.

Some of the kids started to whisper and talk about how he was a pussy for not going down the zip line. I frowned at this and walked over to them, "just because he didn't do the zip line doesn't mean that he's a pussy. For all we know you could be the next person to climb back down that ladder, how would you feel then if everyone started calling you a pussy for it, huh?" I was met with silence and heads tilted towards the ground in shame, "Yeah, that's what I thought."

I walked back to the kid at the front of the line, hooked him up and he started climbing.

The rest of the day was filled with kids running around screaming, playing and being annoying little shits. I spent most of my time and the zip line but when it reached about four o'clock, we started to pack up and head over to the dining hall.

I grabbed myself a ham sandwich and a glass of orange juice and headed over to a deserted table in the back corner.

While I was eating I could feel the eyes of a group of boys around me. They were staring and whispering to their friends and when I looked at them they just smirked and wolf whistled at me.  After a few minutes of this I got pissed and walked over to their table to confront them. As I walked over there I observed the boys to see what I was dealing with. A group of about seven guys that looked to all be the age of thirteen, fourteen and fifteen. They were all quite ugly I thought, they probably thought that they were the coolest kids here and thought they could intimidate me because the way they all got excited and crazy at the fact that I was walking over to them was a definite give away.

This is good though, the more they underestimated me, the better.

"Hey boys," I said leaning on the edge of their table, "mind explaining to me why you pervs can't keep your eyes where they should be and not at my tits?" I asked them with an innocent look.

"Woah there baby doll! No need to acuse is of something we would most certainly not do," a boy at the end said making some of his friends giggle.

"Yeah, but those tits do look pretty good though," another kid quickly cut in making the group burst out laughing.

I stood there with my arms crossed and my eyebrows raised, waiting for them to finish.

"You idiots done?" They all stopped and waited for me to continue, "good. Now let's get to the point. I don't need you fucking pervs staring at me like horny creeps while I'm trying to eat so if you don't mind keeping your eyes and thoughts to yourselves then I see no reason for anyone to get hurt. Ok?"

"'No reason for anyone to get hurt' what the fuck are you talking about bitch?" A third guy said.

"If you stop perving on me then you won't have to find out," I said and turned away to leave but one of the guys closest to me had he guts to slap my ass. The boys started laughing but stopped when they saw what I was doing.

In a flash, I had grabbed the ass slapper and put him into a head lock while pulling my knife from my sleeve and had it pressed to his throat. I was angry now and I wasn't going to take any more of their shit.

"Holy fuck! Calm the down you crazy bitch! We were only playing with you." One of them said.

"Yeah? You were only playing with me were you? Well guess what, I'm not playing with you. Where I'm from if you 'play' with someone you can almost get yourself killed, so let me make myself clear. I don't play games and if you boys desire that it would be fun to mess around with the 'crazy emo chick,' yes I have heard what everyone calls me, then you better watch your backs because you might just get your throats slit and I'm sure none of you want than, do you?" I said this in the most calm but menacing voice as possible, making sure that they knew who they were dealing with.

They all nodded their heads in agreement.

"Good," I let go of the boy and put my knife back in my sleeve as I walked back to my table.

I sculled the rest of my drink, grabbed my sandwich and headed back to my cabin, finishing my sandwich on the way.

As I walked along the dirt path towards the cabins, I walked past the camp fire site. There were kids gathered all around them, huddled together to try and get warm in the cool afternoon almost night. I saw Logan and Carl sitting by one fire talking and joking like best friends usually do. But as I watched them I suddenly felt a great longing and sadness inside me.

I was familiar with the feeling. It was loneliness. I had felt it many times while at the camp, I would go around minding my own business when this feeling would suddenly appear. And every time I felt it, it grew and grew and it was digging deeper into my chest trying to get to my heart and once it did it would squeeze and squeeze until it just stopped, and that would be when I finally broke. But that wasn't going to happen any time soon, it couldn't. I just had to suck it up and push it back down into the pit of my stomach where it slowly grew stronger.

I had always wanted a friend and a family, a real family that actually cared about me and real friends that I could trust and feel completely open with. I've always wanted someone that I could tell all my secrets to, that I could share my troubles to and know that they would support and comfort me as I cried on their shoulder. I've never had someone that I felt completely free with before but I've always wanted it, and even though I've grown to trust no one but myself, I've still had hope that I would find someone, maybe a friend or someone I could call family or maybe a soulmate, I don't know. But I've always had that little bit of hope that I would find them, I just had to be patient.

But I've never been good with emotions or feelings and if it came to actually have to feel something other than hate, fear or annoyance towards someone that I would be completely lost and doomed. So I pushed the feeling down and kept walking.

I walked towards the bridge that lead to the cabins but I saw two kids standing there. One was the ranga Alex from the zip line and an Asian girl that I didn't know. They were both standing on opposite ends of the bridge, not talking or anything but just leaning against the railing, looking out over the water and enjoying being in each other's company.

They looked perfect together. They had the perfect setting, the perfect timing, basically the perfect everything. It was so beautiful and as I stopped and watched their little moment that stupid feeling resurfaced into my chest again. Digging deeper and getting closer to the one thing besides my brain that was keeping my walls up.

This was ridiculous, I didn't need anyone and I most certainly didn't want a moment as perfect as this in my life, no way on earth! The thing that I needed was to survive long enough to get away from my horrible past and start my life over again. So as I pushed that feeling back down again, I quietly walked across the bridge, doing my best not to draw their attention and ruin their special moment.

Once I reached the other side I ran straight to my cabin. I got changed into my pyjamas and went straight into my bed and curled up into a ball. I shut my eyes tight and hoped that sleep would catch me before my feelings and thoughts could.

>*< >*< >*< Time Skip >*< >*< >*<

I had woken up at four that morning, my eyes were red, puffy and sore from crying myself to sleep after trying to drown out my feelings. I knew I had no chance at going back to sleep so I binged watched Stranger Things on my iPad until morning. It's morning now and Logan is currently at my door trying to convince me to work today instead of 'hibernating.'

"Come on Lydia! It'll be fun! You love canoeing, and if you don't go than you'll get fat fro-"

He stumbled backwards as I slammed the door open, "No-one. Calls. Me. Fat." I growled in his face.

"O-okay! Tha-at's fine! I will be sure to remember that!" he said while trying not to look scared but failing miserably.

"I'll go canoeing but only for the morning. Once we come back from the first few groups I'm done for the rest of the day and you won't bother me for the whole afternoon. Do I make myself clear?"

"Crystal.."

"Good. Give me five minutes to get dressed and I'll be ready to go."

"Okay," he walked off and I shut the door.

I was posted to work at the canoeing site with Logan, Carl and a few others today but after crying myself to sleep last night because of fucking loneliness, I didn't really want to do anything today except watch Netflix in bed. But I knew that if I did that then I would just feel even more lonely and pathetic. That and Logan wouldn't leave me alone until I at least get out of my cabin. So I made the deal of doing half a day instead.

I grabbed my ACDC shirt and black side up leather pants (like Klaus's from the Umbrella Academy - I love his style by the way) and put on my black leather jacket that had a gang logo on the back of a zombie bear head with the words "Grizzly Ghouls." I tied my black choker with a crystal charm around my neck and my black finger-less leather gloves. I tied my red and black bandanna onto my head, slid on my sunnies, popped some chewing gum into my mouth and walked out the door, slipping my red converse on along the way.

As I reached the vans that were driving us to the canoeing area at the river, I saw that both vans were almost full of kids and Logan and Carl sat in the drivers seats waiting for everyone to get in so they could leave. I went to the van at the front and gabbed the door handle to the front passengers seat when it suddenly burst open and hit me right in the head. I stumbled backwards a bit and I touched my head to make sure that nothing was broken or too badly injured. When I pulled my hand away from my face I saw blood on my fingertips, I touched my nose again and felt the blood dripping out of it.

Anger boiled inside of me and as I looked up and saw who had hit me, my anger turned to rage. It was Dariush.

"What the fuck you stupid wanker!" I said beginning to walked towards the trembling kid as he backed up against the van.

"I-I-I'm s-sorry! I didn't m-mean to! I s-swear!"

I grabbed he front of his shirt and roughly shoved him against the van door, "you're sorry are you? Well sorry ain't gonna cut it you little bitch! You hit me in the head with a fucking door you stupid cunt!"

"I'm sorry," he said as he began to cry.

"I should bash you for that you stupid piece of shit but you know what I'm gonna do?" I pulled out a dagger from the inside of my jacket and pointed it at his neck. He was sobbing now and it was so pathetic I almost wanted to just beat him with my fists.

But before I could take it any further Carl stepped in and pushed me away from Dariush, "Lydia! Put that thing away now you crazy bitch! Just because he accidentally hit you with the door as he was getting out doesn't mean you have to threaten to cut his guts out!"

"Fuck off Carl, this is none of your business," I snapped.

"Well it is if you're being a moody little brat and threatening campers lives with a knife in your jacket," he said to me, "Now put that thing away and get in the car."

"Whatever," I turned away from Carl and glared at a terrified Dariush, "This isn't over dickhead," and he ran away to the other van.

I looked back up to Carl who was staring at me in disbelief, "don't look at me like that or I'll do worse to you than I was going to do with him."

He just rolled his eyes as if my threat meant nothing, and got back into the van. When I got into the van it was completely silent and I could basically feel every kids eyes in the back seats glaring lasers into the back of my head. I growled in annoyance and told Carl to start driving.

The drive was short, silent and awkward. The kids were probably scared that if they moved or spoke that I would lash out at them like I did with Dariush, but honestly the kid deserved what he had coming to him. The little prick had the nerve to call me gorgeous and try and kiss my hand after I had specifically told him what would happen if he didn't just fuck off, now he just so happened to slam a car door right into my face. I would have beaten the shit out of him and cut him until he looked like an animal that got stuck in a razor and barbed wire fence if Carl hadn't stopped me. But boy was I going to hurt him when he made another wrong move against me.

As I hopped out of the car I saw that Dariush was hanging around Logan, not leaving his side or taking his fear filled eyes off me. I grinned a wide evil grin and walked with the rest of the group towards the edge of the riverbank where Ameline stood; she ran the canoeing area and activities.

"Uhh Sorry guys, some kid shit the canoe while shootin' the rapids," she announced to everyone as they all 'awed' in disappointment, I just rolled my eyes.

Logan, Carl, Ameline and Dariush got into conversation, I turned around to go back to the van but I saw Alex and the Asian girl walk off into the bush (sorry guys im Australian). I sighed knowing that I would have to go after them, but then I saw that Dariush walked in the same direction a few seconds after them and I sighed even louder.

As I trudged through the bush I could suddenly hear screaming and shouting. It sounded like Alex and as I got closer I could make out that he was screaming and begging for someone to stop. Panic and fear ran through my veins and I began to run.

Shit he could be getting fucking raped or bashed or something! Fuck if I get there and he's dead and I get seen with the body than I'm going to get blamed, and I could not afford to get thrown back in Juvie. I had shit to do back at school and home and if I'm not there when school starts then all hell would brake loose, literally. But right now my main priority was to get to Alex before something bad happened.

I reached a small clearing were it sounded like Alex was located. I frantically scanned the area for any sign of Alex or the Asian girl and as my eyes looked to the edge of the mountain to my right, my panic lessened at what I saw. Dariush was holding Alex at the edge, standing on top of the rocks. Dariush was apparently trying to help Alex conquer his fear of heights and Alex was trying his hardest to get away from him. From what I could see Dariush was doing a pretty shit job of helping Alex because it just looked like he was getting even more scared.

I was just about to run and help Alex but someone appeared out of nowhere and beat me to it.

"Let him go!"

CHAPTER 1 - CHAPTER 2 - CHAPTER 3 - CHAPTER 4 - CHAPTER 5 - CHAPTER 6

[donutloverxo]

Soooo there are many fics where reader makes steve jealous and it ends in rogh possesive fcking.. but what if steve tries to make reader jealous and it totally backfires and she becomes extremely insecure?? But please with a fluffy ending because my poor heart can’t handle anything less 🥺🥺

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"Um... yes?" You asked as you brought down the hand which was holding out a twenty dollar bill - since you thought it was the pizza you've been waiting for, for like the past half an hour, and not a blond, six feet and some inches,tall super soldier.

"Hi... doll," he smiled.

"My name's Y/N," you corrected him as you frowned, so fed up of men undermining you by calling you such 'sweet' nicknames. You knew Captain Rogers wasn't like that, but still you couldn't have him getting any ideas.

"Right," he cleared his throat as he repeated your name. "Sorry," he said with a toothy grin, which almost made your heart melt.

"How did you get my address, Captain?"

"Tony gave it to me. I would've asked you at work... but I wanted to do this the right way."

"Do what?" you quirked a brow.

"Um, I maybe people aren't as formal nowadays," he sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck, "But I can't really change who I am... not so late in life anyway," he cringed as he realised he was pretty rambling then, taking a deep breath he gathered enough courage, "I wanted to ask you to come with me, as my date, to the valentines party this Sunday."

You hummed at that, considering it because damn if Rogers wasn't convincing. Even when he wasn't as authoritative and dominating as he is when he puts on the suit.

It would be nice to be courted and treated nicely, and to not have to put up with the shit most men try to pull with you, you were sure Rogers would show you the time of your life. Besides, only an idiot would say no to him.

"No." You said with a finality that left no room for debate. "Is that all?"

"Uh... I... yes..." he stammered, not exactly prepared to be turned down so bluntly. "Can I ask why?"

"I don't shit where I eat."

"What?" his eyebrows cutely scrunching up.

You just knew you must've touched a nerve with your crass language. Tony, your boss, had told you about Cap and his 'language' incident.

"I don't date people at work... it can get complicated," you explained as he nodded.

It wasn't a complete lie. You didn't want to be known as the 'easy' girl or have others gossip about you. But that would be a sacrifice you'd willing make for someone like Steve. Who'd dare make fun of the Captains girl anyway?

You had been smitten with him from the moment you saw him, learning about his bravery and sacrifice as a kid you looked upto him and respected him, but when you met him in real life... you were a complete goner. Your stomach did somersaults every time he touched you, or hell even looked your way.

You tried your best to flirt, which was basically you stuttering and trying to make small talk whenever you had a chance to talk to him. Since he was born almost a century ago he would probably be offended if you were the one to make the first move.

You continued your back and forth for weeks before he told you about her. That he'll be visiting her over the weekend. You simply nodded, having a vague idea of who Peggy Carter was but not of what she went to Steve.

After some research you found out that she was an old flame of his, someone he couldn't marry and build a life with because he was frozen for decades. Upon seeing her many qualifications, and just how freaking brilliant she was, you knew one thing.

You may not be as smart as her, but you knew that you could never measure upto a woman that incredible. Someone Steve still visits after all these years. You were already afraid that he was out of your league but now you were sure of it.

"Did I do something wrong?" he wanted to know.

"What do you mean?"

"Well," he shoved his hands in his pockets, his bottom lip jutting out in a pout, "It's just that you used to talk to me all the time... and now it seems as if you're ignoring me. Is it because of something I did? Whatever it is I never meant to hurt you," he swore.

You sighed. "It's nothing you did, really. I just realized how incompatible we are. I hope you find the one you're looking for, someone who'll make you happy and give you the world. It just won't be me."

You didn't let him say anything closing your door instantly as you kept your tears at bay.

At the valentines party

"Cap," Tony said, slapping a hand on Steve's shoulder, "I thought you'd have her on your arm tonight. What happened?"

Referring to his assistant. He wanted to play cupid this once, since it was the season of love, he wanted to see his idiot friends happy. He was sure you both would be disgustingly smooching and all cute at the party. But not only had you both shown up separately, you seemed to be actively ignoring Steve.

"She uh... rejected me," he said, looking down into his glass of whiskey. It didn't do much for him but it helped him blend in.

"Ouch," Tony winced, "I was sure she would go for you. But I guess I have been wrong before," he shrugged.

"Really?"

"Yeah. She goes all heart eyes whenever you're around. But I guess that's nothing unique since that's just how most women act around you," he scoffed. "You should read all the love letters you got today. I was going through them, you have quite a passionate fanbase of people who want to... what was it..." he pretended to think hard about it. "Yes, 'ride your bicep', I don't understand the physics of how on earth that would work, but I am intrigued."

"Tony," Steve rolled his eyes as he always does when he's around the billionaire. "I don't really care about all of them... they don't know me. I only care about her and I don't know why she said no, but there's nothing I can do about it."

"Whoa, you're accepting defeat so soon? Where's that I-can-do-this-all-day attitude?"

"This isn't a war, Tony. If she doesn't see me that way... then there isn't much I could do."

"Maybe she's just playing hard to get. There's absolutely no way to really know what goes on in womens heads, Rogers. They're so smart and sneaky... it's kinda scary actually."

"I don't think she'd play games..."

Tony had gotten distracted pretty quickly and left Steve alone to pout and only appreciate your beauty from afar. You had worn a pink dress with red hearts on it, and for some reason, you got more beautiful every time he looked at you.

"Hello."

He jerked when he heard the foreign voice, looking at the blonde woman next to him, with her hand out, he shook it just to be polite.

"I'm Crystal," she smiled, flashing her sparkly white teeth.

"I'm Steve."

"Of course I know who you are!" she laughed, "You're Captain America, everyone knows you," she playfully hot his bicep before squeezing it, "Oh my... you must work out a lot."

"Uh... yeah..." he nodded. He could never get used to how people perceived him so differently.

"There is something I need to know really bad," Crystal blinked as she looked up at him, "Do you wear underwear in those suits? They seem really tight, wouldn't it be uncomfortable?"

"Oh, um... we just sort of..."

You had never looked at yourself as a jealous person. Maybe things were different when it came to Steve... he was a pretty special guy.

When you looked at him, talking to some girl, dancing with her, laughing and having fun with her, it was as if you were on fire from simmering rage, at the same time you could feel your heart breaking in a million pieces.

You knew it was wrong. You had no claim to him, he can do whatever he wants. If you said no to him then it makes perfect sense that he seeked out someone else.

You just had to get away for some fresh air, so you wouldn't abandon all class and pull the girls hair and drag her away from your Steve.

You yelped when you heard him call out your name.

Looking over your shoulder you saw him staring at you, his brows scrunched up, he looked so worried. But why?

"What're you doing here? You'll catch a cold, doll," he takes off his blazer, putting it over your shoulders and then groaning when he realised his slip up.

"Right, sorry, old habits die hard. I won't call you that again, I promise," he said, crossing his finger over his heart.

"No... I think it's kinda sweet. No ones ever had such an endearing petname for me. I do like it."

"Oh," he frowned, "it's just that you said you didn't."

Tony, of all the people in the whole universe, was right. There was no understanding women.

"I guess I lied..."

"Why?"

"Um..." You were at a loss of words and nervous. Steve wouldn't tolerate lies, and you didn't want him to hate you. "It was easier to do that then tell you the truth."

"What's the truth?"

"I do like you... a lot. But I don't want to live in someone else's shadow. And I just think the whole thing would end in a disaster..."

"What're you talking about, Y/N?"

"Peggy. Your first and only love. I can't measure upto her, not in my wildest dreams, there's no use trying."

"Why would you have to measure upto Peggy?"

You opened your mouth to answer, but couldn't really come up with an answer. "Why wouldn't I?"

"I did have feelings for her, but that was a long time ago. I'm happy she lived her life, it just wasn't meant to be."

"So, you're not still in love with her?"

"No," he shook his head, "I wouldn't have asked you out if I was."

"Well, what about Crystal? You were practically glued to her the entire evening!" you huffed as you stomped your foot. Mad at your own stupidity. You could've simply told him the truth and asked for a straight answer. "I have to warn you, she had was pretty crazy in the last season."

"Last season?"

"Mm-hm, the last season of her reality show, I've seen all eight seasons. Maybe they just amp up the drama, maybe she isn't actually crazy, I wouldn't know," you shrugged.

"Doll," he smirked, circling a hand around your waist and pulling you into him, "are you jealous?"

"I am not!" you gasped, looking away from his eyes as you felt your cheeks heat up.

"I don't want anyone but you. Why would I? You're goddamn perfect. And... I want you to be my girl."

"I guess I don't really have a reason to say no now..." you murmured, your face still flustered as you played with the buttons on his shirt before he tilted your chin up to make you look at him, placing his lips over yours in the most tender of kisses.

"Got the job done, Tones... I'm pretty sure I saw him go after her, I have to say though, you look at Captain America, and you really don't expect him to be that awkward..." Crystal said as she sipped on her gin and tonic. "You owe me."

Tony only hummed, not too happy about being indebted to someone, but you both needed a necessary push in the right direction.

[raindownforme]

When

Charlie Slimecicle x reader [they/them used]

They stared at the box in front of them. In it was a camera that would easily hook up to their computer. It would easily record with OBS. It would easily reveal what they looked like to thousands of people, including their closest friends.

“You don’t have to you know.”

“I know Wilbur. I mean I want to.”

“Then why not?”

“What if they’re disappointed?” y/n poked at the box. “What if they thought my eyes would be a different shape and my nose would be smaller or my hair was a different length or color-“

“You don’t have to worry about that. You look like you. That’s all.”

“Yeah but they don’t know what me looks like. They just see the animated icon and they’re used to it.”

“You don’t have to start fast. You could do a little bit at a time. You could show, I don’t know, me, or Phil, or Niki first.”

y/n sighed and turned back to their monitors. One had discord pulled up, where they were in a call with Wilbur, one had a paused spotify playlist, and one had the instructions for installing the camera. “I could start with you.”

They could hear Wilbur clapping on the line. “Yeah! Let’s get it goin!”

The two kept talking as y/n installed the camera. Not before long it was ready to go.

“Okay. All you have to do is turn it on. Here I’ll do mine.” Wilbur’s face flickered to life on the front monitor.

“Okay. Just a second.” They looked at the mirror next to their desk and frowned. Maybe they could’ve done their hair a bit different. Or they could’ve worn a different shirt. Maybe some mascara? Would that be what Wilbur was expecting?

“Come on! I’m excited now.”

y/n nodded and pressed it on. They stared at the monitor, watching their face show up. Wilbur gasped a bit and stared at it. “What? Is it alright?”

“I owe Charlie money. He said your eyes would be a different color.” y/n felt their face flush and looked down at their keyboard. Wilbur laughed and smiled at them. “I can see you get embarrassed! Oh this is so cool!”

“I’m gonna turn this shit off.”

“No no! Keep it I like it. Here wait smile.” They smiled at him and he cheered again. “That is exactly how I thought you’d smile! Oh I’m so good at this.”

They both laughed together, but stopped when a ringing noise came through discord. Tommy and Tubbo were calling. “Wilbur, I-“

“Hey, it’s okay.” The ringing kept going. “If you’re not ready you can turn it off. If you are then we pick up. Which is it?”

y/n paused, holding their breath, then picked up the call. Everyone’s icons came onto the screen, then they all slowly turned the cameras on.

“Sorry didn’t realize we’d have- wait who’s that.” Tubbo moved closer to his screen, as If studying what he was looking at.

“Is that y/n?” Tommy stared wide-eyed as they nodded. He began cheering as did Tubbo. “FUCK YEAH! FUCKING POGGERS- sorry mum. What-“

Tommy walked off from his chair and y/n laughed at him. They looked up at Tubbo and saw him smiling. “What?”

“That’s not how I thought you’d look at all! Does anyone else know?”

“No just you three. I had just showed Wilbur when you two showed up.”

“We should show Philza! Or Niki! She would love to see this.”

“y/n doesn’t have to show anyone they don’t want to.” Wilbur’s voice was cautionary, but they just shrugged.

“Maybe it would be alright. We should start with Niki.”

“Yeahhhhh!!” Tommy cheered as Wilbur went to ring her. It only rang a few times before Niki joined. She turned her camera on and began talking about something or other, but paused and looked back at discord.

“Who’s on y/n’s account?”

“I am.”

“Oh. Oh! y/n......” She dragged out the name as she stared on. “Awe, you’re cute! I love it.”

“Right? I wasn’t expecting it but look!” Wilbur gestures to his screen with an exaggerated smile.

“Philza’s next right? Let’s get him on!”Tommy seemed overly enthusiastic for the reveal to the group father figure, but y/n was excited too.

“Do it! I wanna know what he thinks.”

It rang for about a minute before Philza answered. He didn’t turn on his camera though. He sat there in silence.

“Phil? You there?” Tommy leaned in closer to the camera.

“y/n? Is that what y/n looks like?”

“Hey Phil!”

“Oh my god! Wait can I show Kristin?”

“Of course!”

He called his wife into the room and everyone heard her gasp. “Oh you’re so pretty y/n.”

“Philza I’m going to steal your wife.”

“Okay that’s enough.” Kristen chuckled as Philza took the headset back. “Maybe I don’t get divorced today.”

The group laughed and fell into a comfortable silence. y/n wasn’t sure what to do. “It’s weird being able to like. Smile at you guys and stuff.”

“I’m sure you’ll get used to it. It’s like face time. You can leave it on when you play games or you’re streaming, and only we can see if it help you get adjusted.”

“Yeah!!! You get used to us you get used to everyone.” y/n laughed at tubbo’s excitement.

Tommy rubbed his hands together. “Who we showing next? Charlie?”

y/n tried to keep her composure but still felt her face fall a bit. The idea of showing Charlie was terrifying. Probably more so than showing her audience. Charlie had no idea what they looked like, but they knew what Charlie looked like. They knew his laugh and his smile and that they absolutely adored it. But if Charlie saw what they looked like? What their smile looked like and their laugh? Their eyes and their nose and everything else, would he like it? Would he treat them the same?

“y/n?” They snapped their head up at Wilbur’s voice. “Are you okay?”

“Yep!” They forced a fake smile and Wilbur frowned.

“Is there a problem with showing Charlie?”

They didn’t want to talk about this in front of everyone. Having a crush on Charlie was one thing. They’d had feelings for him for a long time now. But they hadn’t admitted to it. Ever. “I think I’m alright with just you guys for now.”

“That sucks. He just asked to call.” Tommy was glancing away at other monitors.

y/n stared blankly at the computer in front of themself. “You guys go ahead I think I’m gonna go.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah. I’ll come back on in a bit and play. I just need to do a few things.”

Wilbur furrowed his brow. “Alright. I’ll see you in a bit then.”

y/n nodded and their face disappeared from the screen. It was quickly replaced by Charlie’s.

“Hey goofy gamers what’s up?” He smiled as he turned on his face cam, but was only met by a crowd of confused or disappointed looking people.

“y/n was on just now.”

“What they were?” Charlie sat up quickly and smoothed his hair down, blushing horribly. “I- are they coming back or-? What were you-? Wait, why-?”

“She bought a camera and did a face reveal for us.” Wilbur fiddled with a pen between his fingers.

“Oh that’s so cool! Tell me what they look like! Are they pretty? Wait, are you allowed to tell me? Did I win my bet?”

“You won your bet. Charlie I think they’re afraid to show you.”

“Why? I’m gonna love them no matter what it is.” Everyone froze as the gears clicked in Charlie’s head. Tommy and Tubbo, the children the are, did a terrible job at trying to not laugh at Charlie. “Love it! Their face! I bet it looks great I’ll love their face! Wait that’s just as-“

“You have crush! You have a crush!” Tommy started yelling as Charlie tried to gesture at him to shut up. “You love y/n! I’m gonna tell them!”

“Listen I will fly across this goddamn ocean and kill you-“

“I think it’s cute.” Phil tried to speak up over the sound of the children.

“Me too! If anything they like you too.”

Charlie paused and stared at the monitor, his face growing redder by the second. “They do?”

Wilbur nodded. “Charlie, trust me they do.”

He smiled to himself. “Uh. We should- uhm. Minecraft gamer time.”

“Charlie? Are you-“

“Processing.” He cut Wilbur short. “Planning. Proceeding. Gamer.”

“Gamer.” Tommy echoed the flustered boy.

“Gamer.” Charlie booted up the Minecraft world and examined his wooden house. He bounced his game character over to y/n’s house. When they had joined the game they had picked to be a shulk, so they lived in a dug out home near the Pube.

Charlie’s character ran into the cave home. It was quite lovely for what it was; wooden floors with support beams and plants everywhere. There were pots on the floors and on the shelves and vines from the ceiling. As he looked around the room he felt the gears clicking in his head. Knowing exactly what to do.

A few hours later, y/n signed back into discord. They could see a few people being active in solo vc’s, including Charlie. They did their best to ignore it, simply moving on to open Mojang. They logged themself into the Origins SMP server and checked around where they were. They had last logged off in Wilbur’s house, so they were very ready to move around when they got a set of private messages from Charlie.

Are you streaming?

y/n didn’t hesitate in saying no. It was an honest response. They had only logged on today in the hopes of grinding towards gathering ores and other basic needs. But if Charlie needed something, who were they to say no?

Can you meet me at your house?

y/n responded and went on their way towards the familiar cave. It wasn’t a long walk. They were there soon and were greeted by a closed door and a sign telling them to join Charlie’s VC.

“Hello? Charlie?”

Looking over at discord, they watched as Charlie’s camera turned on. He was sitting in his streaming room wearing a blue button-down shirt with short sleeves. “Hey, uhm, so, I wanted to say something before you go in your house.”

“If I go in will you be there?”

“Well yeah but-“ y/n opened the door and gasped. The entirety of their floor was made into grass and there were flowers blooming everywhere. Every single floor block had been made grass, actually.

“Charlie, how did you do this?”

“Well, bonemeal, and some Ranboo help.”

“Charlie, it’s gorgeous. Aww, and the flowers…” They just now noticed that most of the flowers in the room were their favorite - blue cornflowers.

“Yeah! I just,” Charlie took a deep breath. “I wanted to say that I know you don’t think I want to see you or that I wouldn’t like what I see, but I know that I would feel the same way about you as I did this morning, or yesterday, or four months ago. Because it’s you, and I’ll always feel the way I feel about you. But, until you feel comfortable, I’ll be here. waiting.”

They sighed, making sure their camera was plugged in before they turned it on. “Charlie, this is the sweetest thing.”

“Oh fuck.”

The two of them seemed to freeze. Charlie looked mortified, his face pink as can be, while y/n looked incredibly confused. “I’m sorry, what-?”

“No no no you’re just really pretty.” The words spilled from Charlie’s mouth faster than they’d ever been. “Like gorgeous. Top tier. 10/10. On God. Have I told you I’m in love with you-? Your face! In love with your face! Please tell me this is going well.”

y/n giggled. “So you’re in love with me now?”

Charlie sputtered, stumbling over his words. “No-! Maybe, I- that’s not what I meant-“

“Charlie it’s okay.”

He paused, pointing at his own chest. “You? Me you? You do? Me?” y/n nodded and watched as Charlie threw himself backwards cheering. “SHIT-“

“Charlie?”

“Yes! Yes I’m here I’m here for all of this. Oh my god I’m so happy.” y/n watched Charlie’s Minecraft character dance around and jump. “Oh my god. Oh my god! Wait does this mean I can meet you now? If I meet you can I kiss you? Please?”

“When I meet you, you can kiss me all you want.”

“When? When!” They watched Charlie’s camera as he got up and danced around. He stopped and dashed back to the camera, getting absurdly close. “I love you. I can’t wait for when.”

[familyagrestefanblog]

Just been thinking about the scene in "Gorizilla" where Adrien jumps off the skyscraper and Gabriel is forced to show some emotions while writing another post and I... I just-

Gabriel you selfish dick, what the hell??

I was just as glad as everyone else to see Gabriel expressing genuine concern and fear for Adrien, it hit especially hard BECAUSE he was being Hawkmoth at that moment. But this

THIS???

I just noticed how much of a bastard thing this was of him to say.

Think about it. This situation came to be because Gabriel completely disregarded Adrien when he just wanted to ask his father the short but very important question (which Adrien made known) of getting to see his mothers film in the movie theaters and send him away to his room when he noticed Adriens ring again which led to him suspecting Adrien to be Chat Noir. Gabriel wanted to confront Adrien about it but because Gabriel literally treated him like shit Adrien run away to see it anyway to which Gabriel reacts by sending the Gorilla after him (go after him yourself jerk,YOU fucked this up). The Gorilla can't catch Adrien though so Gabriel chews him out and immediately akumatizes him so Adrien has to reveal himself to free himself so he can help Ladybug deakumatize him.

Well, things escalate eventually leading to Adrien jumping off a skyscraper at the same time Ladybug gets caught by Gorizilla leaving her unable to save him from certain DEATH and here we are now

Adrien is falling to his death and Gabriel as Hawkmoth is literally BEGGING him to transform if he really indeed is Chat Noir.

....

....

Do you also see whats so genuinely fucked up about this scenario here? Let me repeat it:

Gabriel, the man who is not only the cause of all of this but also the one and only person involved who's is in complete control here, is begging ADRIEN, of whom he doesn't even know for sure if he really is Chat Noir, to transform to de-escalate his own fall to his death.

Gabriel Garbage Agreste, how DARE you start begging as if you were any kind of victim in this?!

Let me break it down just how much is wrong with all of this:

Even though Gabriel is fully aware that HE is the person in control here and is NOT sure if Adrien, who is literally about to die in mere moments, even has a definite way of saving himself, he's still putting the active "decision making" on ADRIEN. Who, let me remind you, can NOT hear Hawkmoth/Gabriel begging him to transform! Gabriel is making ADRIEN the one responsible for the outcome of this situation right now even though there is still the very real possibility that Adrien has no possible way of knowing that Hawkmoth is counting on him to transform BECAUSE HE MIGHT NOT BE A MIRACULOUS HOLDER IN THE FIRST PLACE!

It doesn't matter at all that Gabriel was correct with his suspicion because he's just immediately throwing all the responsibility he holds for this entire situation right off of himself, playing poor bystander father, when HE is the one who holds all the power and therefore should be the one immediately taking action in HIS chaos for which HIS SON is about to lose his life!

In addition to that point, let's talk about the ridiculous amount of time Gabriel let Adrien fall while just standing there waiting and begging.

Because Gabriel is not only asking Adrien to transform once, he's asking TWICE.

There are 31(!!!) seconds beween Hawkmoths reaction to Adrien jumping and Ladybugs yoyo-string reaching Adrien and even though one certainly can make an argument here that the show time does not translate into the “real” time as well, but even if, there is no way in hell these 31 insane seconds would ever realistically come down to a number that isnt unforgivable long concidering the circumstances. And even then he's only letting Ladybug go to catch him because he hears Ladybug call to an absend Chat Noir for help, finally getting it through his thick skull just how close he is to having his own sons blood on his hands.

Gabriel was willing to let his own, possibly innocent, son fall to his DEATH for this long for the off-chance of him revealing himself to be Chat Noir because Gabriel is unwilling or simply incapable of taking on the obvious responsibility he holds until things reach such unspeakable limits that he has to face reality for a moment so not everything goes up in flames.

But I'm not done yet. Oh no, definitely NOT.

Because even after waiting for so long he’s forced to let Ladybug go, this is still not the moment that convinced Gabriel of Adriens innocence. Its only after Wayham doubles as Adrien while Adrien transforms into Chat to join the fight that the sight of Adrien and Chat Noir at the same place eventually convinces him.

Look at his face here and dare to tell me he wasnt still 100% convinced that Adrien could very likely be Chat Noir. Also dafuq kind of reaction is “Well, thats for the better” with THAT expression? That is NOT anywhere close to the relieved expression he SHOULD have had here! How much horrible stuff has already happened to Chat Noir at this point of the show? And THIS is how you react to the for-any-somewhat-resonable-parent GODSEND (but false) news that it wasnt your own flesh and blood you did this to? Yeah, you truly care Hawkbitch. Can someone please just call child protection services already?!

So even after this IMMENSE risk Adrien was not yet save from his supervillain father and neither was he Gabriels actual priority after “finding out” that Adrien is NOT Chat and he just put his CIVILIAN son through all of THIS. Which is exactly what happened in "heros day" part 1 and 2, where in part 1 he once again tells Gorizilla to protect Adrien, he is his "number 1 priority" but in part 2, after Adrien escaped from his akumatized bodyguard, Gorizilla is one of the giants Hawkmoth calls to himself but Gabriel has nothing to say to that. It was literally like he totally forgot about Adrien all together which is only made clearer by Hawkmoth later on straight up calling himself "a man with nothing to lose".

Fuck you Gabriel, Adrien was literally never an actual priority for you and you proof it over and over again.

And apparently even a situation that proofs someones innocence in every possible factor will not be proof enough for Gabriel to accept that he was wrong if it was HIM who had to back down and take the needed action to de-escalate the situation and not someone else. Any situation that forces "weakness" of him and doesnt end with an undoubtable proof that 100% satisfies/clears his previous intention holds no worth in credibility for him, no matter how irrational or contra-productive it is to still cling onto it. Because Gabriel/Hawkmoth refuses to be the one having to back down and to be out-stubborned by anyone else. If he isnt the one tricking the others his paranoia and ego stop him from thinking clearly. Especially concering Gabriels and Adriens always worsening relationship, this is a bloody dark red allert for the future.

But besides that, lets talk about just how much of an selfish, self-centered and irresponsible thing is it of him to ask ADRIEN to pull the sacrifice in this moment?

Adrien didn't refuse to transform for no reason. If he were to do it not only everybody in Paris would see it but HAWKMOTH as well and Adrien has no way of knowing that Hawkmoth at this point is not as much his enemy as he rightfully thinks and actually just wants him safe and sound right now. Adrien is perfectly aware that the moment Hawkmoth finds out about his identity he WILL take advantage of it, endangering his loved ones, friends etc (naturally including Gabriel himself as Adriens father as a big priority) and going after him mercilessly until he gets his ring. Adrien didn't refuse to save himself for nothing and that's important as hell!

Because here is Gabriel now begging Adrien to pull that exact sacrifice even though HE could stop this whenever he wanted, saving Adrien himself.

But he doesn't right away

And do you know why he doesn't?

Because stopping it required letting go of Ladybug and that could possibly lead to him losing the chance of getting her miraculous.

So this rotten insult to fatherhood wants to tell me now that he's a poor, poor father who fears for his dear sons life while basically asking ADRIEN to be the one to pull the bloody heavy sacrifice that will lead in Adriens eyes to horrible and devastating consequences for all of his loved ones and himself.

Just so Gabriel himself doesn't have to do it!

This is Gabriels default reaction by instinct. Gabriel are you FUCKING kidding me with this bullshit? How come I only noticed the fucked up second face of this scene now? I went so long actually giving Gabriel some legit credit for this but in reality this is beyond 7 stars of awful.

Once again, I applause Miraculous for this nuanced charactersation. This is what I will forever and ever love this show for and its fine to portray this because it obviously leads up to something

So let me say this with every inch of my heart:

FUCK. GABRIEL. AGRESTE!!!!

[resilientkitteh]

I am NOT the daughter of the dead mom

So this is gonna get REAL intense fur a bit, in case the title didn't give you that idea. So this talks about the death of a parent, (clearly but still) other content warnings have to do with car accidents, abuse, and general issues with self worth etc. Also I cuss a lottle mostly the f-word so you have been warned. Please read this if you are interested and if any part of this resonates with you I would love to have a safe dialogue about this and help others with similar backgrounds feel less alone so please feel free to leave a comment!

My name is K and growing up I had what is called a non normative life experience, basically a life experience that is not the norm for most of the population especially at such a young age. Most people experience said life event but usually it's when they are much older. I lost my mother to a car accident at the age of 4 which is far younger than most people like ever. So that is sucky, but you know what is fucking worse than that? Being the kid who always has to tell people about her dead mom every fucking time she meets knew people who want to "get to know her". The sad looks, the pity, the "oh I can't even imagine's" the "how terrible that must have been's", oh and not to mention the looks of shock that it happened, and also shock at my audacity to fucking tell the truth about it. 

Another thing that is awful? Being the person who doesn't have a parent to make shit for but is still stuck making shit for someone or a different parent (an abusive AF one at that) or the evil woman who raised my mother. That is fucking bullshit. You don't fucking fit in because of something that happened outside of your control and yet the world keeps on going and treating you like everyone else even when you would rather just sit out the activity. Like they all act all sympathetic when they hear it but they also can't be fucking bothered to attempt an accommodation, besides punting me to the next "family member" they could think of. But then everyone around me knows I am the kid without a mom. How sad, how this, how that, how odd, how weird, etc. And it's like that's the thing everyone remembers about me then. All of the things that are actually a part of me to choose from and they remember THAT. 

Not just the kids I went to school with or new people either. NO. My own "family" would pull this shit too. My great Aunt would always tell this whole long story on every bus trip because she had to tell everyone who I was. So first it's a family thing...but she's like this is my great niece and she is here with me because "yada yada yada "her mom, my niece died when she was a little kid and" yada yada yada. Why not something more like "hey y'all this my great niece who just loves spending time her Aunt so she is gonna be joining us today?" How fucking hard is that? Why do you have to introduce me like that? I am NOT the fucking daughter of the dead mom! That is NOT who I am. That is something that happened to me as part of my backstory but that is not who I am! Like fuck you. 

Fuck all of you who decide that just because it's something unusual that means it's who I fucking am! Like fuck you alll that is bullshit! I am my own person! Can we talk about how much these introductions fucked me up? Because they fucked me up. They reinforced so many negative thoughts and emotions I had about myself as well as the idea that I had to live in her shadow and live my life for her and so that she would always be proud of me which is such bullshit. Who the fuck cares if she would be proud of me? I have decided that I don't give a fuck about that anymore. Like if she wouldn't be proud of me that's fine because guess what I am fucking proud of me.

Also I refuse to live her life out. I will not be a statistic. I refuse to marry an abuser and I managed to not. I am the first woman in my family who can say that who actually got married. I also didn't decide to stick with terrible people either even before I was married. So yeah take that. Some of us fucking learned from the mistakes of those that came before us and decided to grow and change for the better. I refuse to follow in the footprints of those before me especially when they made so many choices that I take issues with as well as find despicable. I spent most of my life living for someone else, trying to be someone else and replace their presence or fill their presence in the lives of others and that was incredibly unfair to me. Who puts that on a kid? Also I was abused even more because of how much I looked like my dead mom as a kid so yeah let's just make it even more apparent. Fuck all of you. 

I needed to find myself, and yet all I was ever introduced as was a life event. Not who I am or what I was interested in or anything about that. It was as if my whole personality didn't exist, just my life events, which is incredibly rude and invalidating. It was as if I didn't exist. I was merely a traumatic memory one after another. That is all I was. And I sat there and took it and revered a woman who made horrible decisions that negatively impacted not just her but me as well. I idolized that woman, thought her to be perfect and no one fucking corrected me at all. They just let me think she was perfect. They never told me anything about her and I had to deal with all the self hatred and seeing her in the mirror in my face and all that bullshit on my own. I wasn't allowed to miss her or anything and then ugh I realized she wasn't a good person not really. Or at least not the amazing person I always thought she was. Instead she was someone whose opinions and ideas I take massive issue with. But I am supposed to keep living a life for her and to make her proud? No fuck that bullshit I hate it all so much. Leave me alone, I am not my mother's daughter I am a woman with a backstory who wants to be her own damn person. So stop defining me by something that happened in my past, against my will and that threw my world into a tailspin of even worse proportions. But here I am living my life and making something of myself and that is what I want to do. I am K. I am not a victim of circumstance, I am a warrior and I will make a life that I will be proud of regardless of what some woman who died literal decades ago would want.