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celeste memes i made a few years back lmao
#theres another where badeline says 'you could spice up our panic attacks with a harmonica'#when i first played celeste 4 years ago#i blasted straight through the main story + core + farewell#and gave up where it stops you if you dont have enough hearts#bc until that point i had never attempted any of the b or c sides#and for some reason used an old playstation controller plugged into my pc bc the controls felt ''easier''#now im starting fresh with a new save file#and relearning the game with keyboard controls!#celeste#meme#celeste game#madeline celeste#badeline celeste#soph's art
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ron weasley smut alphabet
ron weasley x fem!reader
warnings: um this is all smut
a/n: i started at 4:45pm letâs see how long it takes. *update: it is now 10:20pm, my god*
A = Aftercare (What theyâre like after sex)
he takes a bath with you, with small kisses. then after when youâre done he gets snacks for the both of you. you lay your head on his chest as he praises you.
âup, up darling.â he coerces you from your laying position on his four poster bed. âmâgonna make you feel all nice and clean, yeah?â
the you most you could give him was a small nod, all fucked out from previous rounds, hours prior. your body covered in splotches of red and purple. your hair all messy and your whole body flushed with a sheer layer of sweat.
he dips both of your bodies into the bath, cleaning up your body. âyouâre so good fâme, dove.â
he continued to praise you as he dryed you off with a towel and dressed you in a pair of his navy boxer shorts and his freshly clean cotton-quidditch jersey.
he layed you on the clean sheets that had changed themselves due to his manipulation of magic. he rummaged around his trunk trying to find your favourite snacks and one of your favourite muggle films to put on.
âlast i went to hogsmeade âve got your favourites.â he mumbled grabbing the snacks sprawling them out at the foot of the bed crawling over to your worn figure and immediately curling your body into his side.
his hand found the root of your hair massaging his way down your hair playing with your tresses. âi love you, my darling.â
âso so good, all fâme.â he praised.
B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partnerâs)
UR MF BOOTY. ron is an ass man if u try and tell me differently bitch iâll take u outside and tell u a lil SUM. yes ron appreciates your whole body, i mean molly raised him with a LIL respect but the thought of him just laying his head on your bum while your watching a movie and heâs just caressing it just makes his heart go đ
âronald, you know the point of watching a movie together is too actually view the movie together. not just smoosh your face into your girlfriends arse.â you said with faux-anger lacing your tone.
you were laying on your stomach in the room of requirement, the room giving you the ability to invision anything you like; a king sized bed with a plush white comforter and a massive tv fit to showcase any movie of your desire.
ron had some other priorities consisting of stripping off your sleep shorts and laying his cheek on your bum tracing the small stretch marks that glittered your sides. he thought you were utterly perfect and just appreciating and kissing your body was one immaculate way of showing it.
âmâsimply just appreciating my beautiful girlfriend.â he teased, squeezing your bum. his eyebrows then furrowing. âand stop calling me ronald! merlin woman, you know how to drive a guy mad!â
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically⌠Iâm a disgusting person)
whewwww the thiught of him cumming inside of your fertile velvet walls, the THOUGHT OF IT makes him hard. that man loves his creampiesđ
âmâgonna cum y/n.â he groaned, his calloused hands squeezing at your hips. your trembling fingers gripped at the sheets below you, arching your back more for him.
âs-sir, cum inside me, please.â you pleaded to the red head, moaning as he prodded at your cervix.
at your word, he let go; the ropes of his seed exploding inside of you, his vision starry and his body quivering. you whimpered at the feeling of him pull out of you; clenching around nothing and feeling desperate for his warmth again.
you felt his two dominant fingers push back inside of your clenching cunt, he spoke to you as he arched your back till your stomach hit the plush of the mattress.
âgotta keep you full of mâbabies, understand?â
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
oh my god breeding kink, THE THOUGHT OF YOU FERTILE AND POSSIBLY GETTING PREGNANT IS LITERALLY HIS BIGGEST KINK LIKE ITS SO HOT TO HiM.
your back was arched against the plaid comforter covering the mattress below you, you moaned into the air coarse of tension and arousal as you let your release wash over your body.
the feeling of calmness and euphoria settled into your nerves as your orgasam came to an end, your boyfriend close behind.
soon enough you felt your rons cum shoot inside of your empty-feeling cunt, just waiting for him to breed you. he waited a moment before shoving his fingers inside of your stuffed pussy.
you whined at the feeling of overstimulation as his fingers got comfortable inside your clenching pussy. âaw baby yâgonna cry? better take my fingers like a good girl or mâgonna spank you.â he obeyed you as your trembling arm made its way to his arm, feeling pins and needles mixed with slight pleasure on your clit.
âyouâre my cumdump, yeah? gotta make sure all mâbabies stay in there. none go to waste.â
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what theyâre doing?)
i feel like you taught him everything. i mean who else has he dated either it was lavender or nobody. so i feel like the both of you learned together and yk he got good FAST đŻ
you were seated atop of his slack-clad thighs, slightly squirminn and circling your lace covered cunt over his clothed cock. you moved your lips towards his jugular, his adamâs apple bobbing at the feeling of your smooth lips dancing over the column of his neck.
ây/n.â he stated in hesitation, encasing his pale hands between your cheeks and bringing your face towards his.
âmânot sure.â he mumbled, deaf to your ears.
âwhat?â your tone lingered in the air confused at what he murmured, you lovingly carded your fingers into his bright red hair pulling at the strands.
you wanted him to feel comfortable in whatever he had to confess, so you waited patiently until he cleared his throat; a light crimson coating his cheeks as he diverted his eyes while he spoke to you.
âmânot sure- âve never- never... yâknow?â he said embarassed, his hands dropping from your face and into his lap. he looked in the direction of his lap as-well until your forefinger snuck under his freckled chin diverting his gaze into yours.
âno need to be embarrassed, love. we can- we can learn together?â you proposed to him, both of you quite inexperienced when it came to sexual instances.
âyouâre sure?â he wanted to double check with you, before continuing both of your acts.
âpositive.â
F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)
definitely riding or doggy. riding because he just adores watching you bounce on his cock AND he can grab your tits AND he can see your face AND he can watch your squirm; itâs like an all in one. and doggy bc he can push your face into the mattress and just watch your back arch perfectly. when heâs feeling particularly rough, he can just grip the root of your hair and pull to his hearts desire while smacking your ass. iâm mumbling now.
you were stat atop of the red heads cock as you feveroushly bounced close to your release, his hands darting towards your tits in a firm grip feeling your nipples harden in his palms.
his one hand drifting to your waist to encourage grinding movements while the other gripped the column of your throat feeling your smooth adamâs apple bob beneath his palm.
âyou look angelic on top of me, angel.â he praised, following a groan as his cock twitched inside of you.
âdaddy- please, can i cum? please let me cum.â you pleaded, almost out of breath from all of the movements you had been continuously making seated on top of him.
âgo on darlingâ cum.â he started, taking a moment to groan as his own orgasam quickly approached him too. your body almost going limp, relying on his two hands gripping the sides of your waist to continue the grinding movements as his own seed shot inside your velvet walls. your moan high pitched as his low-groan in sync.
your body slipped off of his cock, and resting on top of his freckled pectorals attempting to catch your breath.
âmy sweet girl, always so good fâme.â
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
i feel like he has his moments where he accidentally tickles you, or he might crack a joke or maybe an accidental head butt. other than that i feel like heâd be completely serious almost like heâs a diff person in bed.
he was moving at an unfathomable pace, his chuck buried into your cunt. the side of his face sunken into the column of your neck feeling his groans vibrate against your soft skin.
âfuck.â he groaned into you, as your arched your back into his clenched torso feeling his muscles rub against your bare skin. you released a moan in pleasure as his cock prodded at the beginning of your cervix.
his pace started to falter as he slurred into the shell of your ear, âwant you to make a mess all over me, âmy cumslut.â
he groaned again, as you released yourself all over his cock and throughly coating it.
you were drenched, this got him to his orgasam faster. âmy messy little slut.â
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
question of the day: does the carpet match the drapes. i think yes. i think heâs shaven but not cleanly shaven like he doesnât fully shave thereâs still SOME hair there.
manz could not give less of a fuck if you just shave or if u havent shaven for a literal month he would fuck/go down on you at ANY time.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspectâŚ)
at first i think he struggled because he didnât really know how to make it special but his way of showing intimacy during the do is prasing you with small kisses and just very slow and passionate. ďżź
âbeautiful, angel.â he murmured into the skin of your arched torso, moving his lips up as he continued with his praise and wet kisses.
âyouâre so ethereal, my y/n. so beautifully layed out for me like this.â this time, he whispered into the skin of your breast bone suckling then leaving a small mark, before pressing a small kiss to it and moving up to to your throat.
âall to myself, my darling girl.â pressing small kisses under the shell of your ear.
âglowing like an angel.â this time the mumble of praise was against the skin of your inner thigh, sending a vibration into your skin.
âall mine. forever ân ever.â
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
either he does it to much or literally not at all. because he would much prefer your hands or mouth to his, he just feels like you know his body so much better.
âfuckâ y/n.â he stuttered out with a groan. the sight of you on your knees for him, your hand wrapped around the girth of his cock and the other keeping yourself steady by holding his clenched thigh made his thoughts run wild.
âyouâre so s-sexyâ on your knees for me. just like that, fuck.â he moaned, head falling back jaw going slack in pleasure.
âknowing my weak spots so well.â he continued, precum leaking from his tip and his cock begging for a release.
you sped your pace, his prick spurting out his cum all over the hard would floor of his dormitory.
âahh- fuck.â he groaned finishing his high.
âknowing my weak spots so utterly well, my darling. you deserve a reward, yeah?â
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
two words: size. kink.
that man has a literal FETISH at the fact he could throw you around at his will.
âwould you look at that, dear?â his voice hoarse, and his eyes diverting to the bottom of your belly.
an imprint of his cock moving in and out of your pussy. his pupils blew with lust barely seeing his blue iris, grabbing both of your cheeks in his large hand moving your gaze to where he was erratically moving in and out of you.
he snatched your palm pressing it to yourself so you could feel him moving in and out of your cervix.
your back arched into him, a moan vibrations into his chest feeling so much full and so much smaller than his large body due to training from quidditch.
âitâs like âve claimed you. all to myself.â
L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)
ronald billius weasley is a voyer at heart. so his favourite location would be the gryffindor common room couch right by the fire.
âshhâ yâknow i love your noises but if someone gets down here weâre going to be caught. understand?â his hand craining over your mouth and looking into your swirling irises making sure you understood.
both of his rings looped over your fingers as his fingers thrusted in and out of you. you bit your lip a slight vermillion covering the bottom of your lip and a metallic taste on the tip of your tongue as you tried to hold back your moans.
your eyes proceeding to roll back to your head and your own head falling back in his grasp as he brought you closer to your orgasam and still attempting to be quiet in the depths of the night, on the ruby couch.
the fire being the only light source, his hands easily finding their way to your cunt and hitting your g-spot with his fingers.
âronâ fuck!â your voice muffled by his hand still covering your mouth.
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
when u touch him a specific way. ron isnât an idiot and he can decipher when youâre innocently touching him and when your touching him thatâs gonna lead to something else.
in the middle of the great hall, dinner time. ron normally wouldâve been stuffing his face in delight; instead your hand was steadily gripping his upper thigh as he attempted to eat to distract his mind from the hard on growing from your touch.
ây/n.â he lowly growled in your direction. âyes?âyou turned in his direction, seeing his crimson face. you bat your eyelashes at him feigning innocence.
he moved his face closer to yours, touching the shell of your ear with his slightly chapped lips.
âyou better prepare that pretty pussy of yours to not walk for a month after iâm done with you, brat.â
N = NO (Something they wouldnât do, turn offs)
during sex i feel like he wouldnât want anyone else to see you, like youâre for his eyes only. like your his prized possession that he has all to himself and he definitely doesnât wanna share, so i feel like he wouldnât be into threesomes or anything.
âcâmon ickle ronniekins, you know they always say âsharing is caring.â and iâm personally offended.â fred teased his little brother on his sex life with girlfriend after finding out ron had lost his virginity and wasnât their âickle ronniekins anymoreâ.
âoi, sharing is caring i mean if fred can then so can i.â george added, both the twins were simply just trying to rile ron up and get on his nerves.
they had no interest in having sex with his girlfriend but today they were feeling particularly annoying and wanted to see how far they could push him till he had a tantrum.
âbut she did pick me and not you two sodâs, right?â ron quipped.
âso i donât believe sheâs particularly interested in any other person besides me, and i donât share.â
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
ron would literally eat pussy everyday if he wanted to, and HE DOES. literally hours he could spend under your skirt itâs like HEAVEN TO HIM.
âsir! so sore, mâso sore.â you whimpered as he continued to swipe his tongue through your glistenening folds and around your cunt.
this has been your third time of the night cumming on his tongue, and he wouldnât stop until you atleast did four.
your ankles were locked behind his head, both of his hands squeezing at the sides of your thighs; his rings and kneading of the flesh guaranteed to leave marks.
âmâgonna cumâ please can iââ you stuttered out trying to have atleast one coherent thought.
âgo on angel, wanna feel you on my tongue.â
P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
ron is fast but ron is passionate, i feel like if it was rough and fast it would just feel too rushed and he doesnât want that so he has a fast pace but itâs also really passionate in the way heâs lovin u up.
âbunnyâ make me feel so good.â he crooned into your ear, feeling his breath on your neck.
he was thrusting in and out of you, well on your way to your third orgasam of the night. after switching positions and paces this one finally felt perfect.
one hand wrapped around your lower back and his other forearm knealt by the side of your face. your legs were locked around his lower back and your hands interlocked around his neck, previously scratching down his back feeling the muscles clench as your nails ran down; he was guaranteed to be teased when changing into his quidditch uniform tommorow.
his pace was fast moving quickly, but prasing your every move and showering your body in kisses.
he never deferred from making you feel any less than loved, even when being degraded or punished you knew he would shower you in praise and food. loving you in your most vulnerable state.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
i donât think he really likes them? he doesnât really hav enough time to do what he wants with you. like i donât think he would want a quick fuck in a class room bc he was horny, he would just take you to his dorm for the rest of the day.
âso, so aroused you couldnât even wait till after dinner.â you pouted at his standing figure, while you were seated on the bed spreading your legs for his use.
âand iâm the desperate slut, daddy? donât you think thatâs a bit hypocritical.â you whined at him, batting your eyelashes.
âbunny, you better watch your tone.â his slacks falling to the ground, âiâll take you over my knee right now.â
âyou gonna spank me?â whimpering, trying to push him limits.
âif you keep acting like a little brat, i will.â he said while approaching your spread body.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)ďżź
as long as your comfortable with it, i feel like he would be okay with it. i mean it is your pleasure that matters most to him at the end of the day.
âand youâre sure?â he confirmed, holding the silk blindfold in between his trembling fingers. He was nervous about trying something where you couldnât see what he was doing.
you nodded to him, looking into his blue irises full of certainty. âhundred percent. if something happens iâll call safeword.â you assured him grabbing his hand bringing it towards your face.
âand that is?â
âred.â
âgood, good.â he murmured the last word tying it around your eyes, ridding you of sight. you settled on your back against the plaid comforter hugging the mattress.
âready?â
âready.â you stated, feeling the cool sensation of ice glide against your stomach.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they lastâŚ)
ATLEAST FOUR. he plays quidditch. heâs sexy. heâs ron. HE can last ATLEAST four rounds.
âdaddyâ no more, s-so sore.â you begged as he hovered over you, his finger tips dancing on your clit. you hissed, at the feeling of pins and needles over your over sensitive cunt.
âbut werenât you begging earlier? you wanted to be a little brat and just wanted to be full? what happen to that messy girl?â he taunted, looking down at your sqriming body.
you whined as he continued to draw figure eights on your clit, already stimulating you to the point of another orgasam.
âmhm, daddy, fuck!â you whimpered, moans bubbling from your throat as you felt a burning sensation starting to tremble in your stomach
âdaddy!â
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
i feel like when he is punishing you he would use a vibrator on you but tie you up and edge and overstimulate you till you learned your lesson. other than that i donât think so because he likes teasing you himself rather than using something else.
the vibrations of a small device pressing directly on your small, overstimulated puffy, bundle of nerves and pushed out two orgasams of you already.
âdaddy! no moreâ please! mâsorry, mâso so sorry!â you whined as your legs subconsciously shook and quivered in the grasp of the ropes around your body.
he turned up the speed, increasing your whimpers. âbut, you my brat, were a bad girl. who gave you permission to flirt with harry like that?â he said completely turning off the device and waiting a few seconds before turning it up to maximum speed.
you jumped up at the reoccurring vibrations. ânobody, nobody! i jusâ wanted your attention, daddy! only you.â you slurred, your face burying into the mattress and your legs fought against your restraints.
âwell all you had to do was ask, dove. now this is what happens when youâre bad.â he smirked at your figure turned away from him.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
every opportunity he has, he teases. he likes to give and take away your pleasure any time he wants just because he can. and he loves seeing you squirm for him.
he had edged you five times, you were a brat, like always but you thought he atleast wouldâve given into your whining and begs by now.
âsir! please, âve been a good girl. i swear it!â you said frantically as your legs squirmed due to his manipulation.
âbut good girls arenât brats, are they?â he questioned to you, you looked at him on your forearms and your quivering legs in his grasp.
âbut mâsorry, please sir!â
he thought for a moment, should he give in? but seeing you so vulnerable made him want to edge you longer just to see you beg for his touch.
âhmm, baby. noâ he slurred through a hoarse tone, continuing to deny your orgasams.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
itâs mainly grunts and moans, with a bit of praise mixed with degrations.
âahh fuckâ angel.â he grunted, steadying a pace into your pussy. âmy good little girl, letting me use her cunt.â
âarenât you my pretty little cumdump?â his hand grasping the column of your throat making you look at him.
you nodded at him gasping as we squeezing and continued thrusting into him.
âdaddy!â you gasped as he bumped your cervix with his cock that was begging for release.
he moaned at the name, continuing his praise mixed with degrations. âmy messy little cumslutâ isnât what you are?â his tone firm as he grasped your cheek in his one hand making your lips in a pout.
âyes, daddy.â
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
he would take polaroids of you during sex.
âmy pretty little pussy.â he murmured snapping a polaroid of his cum leaking out of you.
âsuch a messy girl.â he said while fanning out the picture and looking at your limp, worn-out and flush body.
âron, make sure you put it with the other ones- fuck!â you breathed out to him until you felt his fingers dig into the the walls of your pussy.
âgotta make sure it all stays in there, dove.â
X = X-Ray (Letâs see whatâs going on in those pants, picture or words)
iâd give him like 7-8 hard? BUT HES THICK
your lips were hollowed around his girth, sucking and licking his tip in your mouth.
he moaned at the feeling of your glossy lips around his prick sucking to the base cock.
âfuckâ angel. mâgonnaââ he slurred out in euphoria trying to manage a coherent sentence when all he could think about how beautiful you looked with your lips hollowed around his cock and tears mixed with mascara running down the apples of your cheeks.
you fastened your pace around his cock, his tip bumping against your reflex causing a small gag to erupt from your throat. you payed no mind to it continuing to breath from your nose until he shot his seed pouring down your throat.
âfuck me, y/n.â
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
i feel like it all depends on you? like heâs a horny teenage boy but nothing really gets him going like you do tbh. like if you ever did something sexy or something that could be innocent but has his mind running wild then yes but other than that itâs all on your sex drive.
Z = ZZZ (⌠how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
i feel like after the both of you are finished eating he kisses the top of your head and the both of you fall asleep together in eachothers arms.
âmy beautiful angel. always doing so well fâme.â he murmured against your hair, gripping the remote with one hand switching off the movie as your eyelids began to slowly droop down. your eyelashes dusting against the apples of your cheeks; you were so fucked out, so vulnerable, so beautiful.
he pushed the rest of the snacks onto the floor, trying to be quiet and not disturb your peace. knowing that he, or rather you would pick up off the floor.
he settled himself on the pillows stroking your hair, his own eyes dropping down as his one hand rubbed your back and the other massaging the root of your hair.
âi love you, my sweets.â he whispered before falling asleep.
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About Time (Reid Fic)
Summary: Readerâs offer to help Morgan renovate one of his properties makes Spencer jealous enough to confess what he never could before.Â
A/N: I try to avoid specific Reid eras in my works so that it can be up to you how you imagine him, but please just imagine seasons 1 or 2 Spencer - Iâm telling you itâll make the experience richer. Also, I might improve this fic in the near future bc Iâm not entirely happy with it. Category: Drabble, Fluff Pairing: Fem!Reader x Spencer Reid Content Warning: None Word Count: 2.5k Playlist: Would You Be So Kind by Dodie
â§ď˝Ľďž: *â§ď˝Ľďž:* ă
Clink ⌠Clink ⌠Clink âŚÂ
The repetitive noise was barely discernible at first, then it became all that I could focus on.Â
In an attempt to find the source, I looked up from my paperwork and scanned the room. It only took me half a second to discover that Morgan was the culprit.Â
From across the round table, I watched as Derek absentmindedly stirred his coffee and sugar together, making a âclinkâ noise each time his spoon hit the rim of the cup. This wouldnât have been bothersome had it not persisted for more than 10 minutes which, by all accounts, is plenty of time for the sugar to dissolve.
âDerek⌠â I sort of sang, trying to capture his attention as nicely as possible.Â
âDerek.â I repeated, this time a little less quietly and a little more sharply. Still, my voice did nothing to stop the noisy stirring of his coffee. I stayed silent for a second, just in case he finally noticed I was speaking to him, but when he didnât, I gave a concerned look to Spencer beside me as if to ask if he was seeing what I was and he returned just the same expression of confusion.Â
Thatâs when I knew something was wrong.Â
âDerek!â I said even louder, finally catching his attention.Â
His head snapped in my direction, his ghost-like countenance falling away after looking directly at me. I was relieved to see proof of life had been regained behind his eyes. The abrupt reaction made me squint harder in his direction to decipher what was truly going on. âIs everything okay? You were kind of zoning out just now.âÂ
He sighed while rubbing the sleep from his eyes. âItâs nothing. I just had a late night last night and I didnât go to bed till three this morning.âÂ
âOh?â I asked coyly. âAnd what was her name?â I brought my mug to my lips to hide my growing smirk behind the rim.Â
He didnât catch on right away, which to me was more than enough evidence that he wasnât well. He was usually the first to be aware of an innuendo, maybe even the one to be making it. âWhose name?â
âThe girl that kept you up till three this morning.â I mimicked his voice in crude yet playful imitation.
To this, he shook his head and rolled his eyes with a grin. âAlright, get your pretty lilâ head out of the gutter, Kitten. I was busy fixing up a property I got down in Emporia. Lost track of time. Thatâs all.â
Whether or not he was hiding something more, I didnât care anymore. Heâd piqued my interest in this new topic. âEmporia? Thatâs like 2 or 3 hours away.âÂ
His eyebrows lifted in agreement. âYeah, like I said - late night.âÂ
Not even trying to tempt him with my words, I simply remarked, âBut I mean it canât be that hard though, right? Fixing up the house?âÂ
There was no verbal response from him, only a mirthless chuckle.
I was less careful with my words than I shouldâve been, letting them flow through my mouth without filtering them first. âIâm just saying, I worked with Habitat For Humanity for years. We built thousands of houses from scratch, each of them within a matter of days.âÂ
He sat up in his seat and leaned forward to assert himself. It was nearly the same mannerisms he would display in an interview when he wanted to maintain dominance. âWell, thatâs because you got how many people working on one house?âÂ
When I didnât answer, he simply tapped the table and leaned back comfortably in his seat, prematurely relishing in a self-proclaimed victory. âYeah, exactly. Whereas, itâs just little olâ me fixing up these properties.â
âOkay, then Iâll help you.âÂ
He only snickered in response, lending way for me to believe he didnât trust that Iâd provide any sort of productive assistance.Â
âI will!â I insisted. âSince youâre so convinced those houses were only built as fast as they were because it was a group effort, I want to prove to you that itâs actually because Iâm just a fast worker.âÂ
âItâs not a race, Kitten. All I said was it took me a while to fix up the house. I donât need you to help. And I wouldnât be paying you even if you did, by the way.â
âOh, Iâm not doing this for money,â I reasserted. âIâm doing this for pride. I know Iâm right, and I want you to know it, too.âÂ
Itâs worth mentioning that Derek and I made these kinds of bets all the time. Our friendship was practically built on the foundation of competition. The first interaction I ever had with him was when he came up to me while I was arranging my desk to ask what I thought the odds were that he could toss his paper ball into the trashcan across the bullpen.Â
Years Ago . . .
âWhat are the chances Iâll make the shot?â I heard a deep, unfamiliar voice inquire from behind me.
âYouâre aiming for the trashcan all the way over there? No way.â This voice I knew was Elleâs. Sheâd been the second person to introduce herself to me and if I had to guess, the deeper voice belonged to the guy I recalled sitting diagonally from her. I made eye contact with him when I initially walked in, but he hadnât taken the time to introduce himself to me, nor I to him. He seemed a little preoccupied ⌠making a paper ball and all.Â
âActually, if Morganâs throw had specific arc, the trajectory of the ball would -â
âHeâs not making it, Reid.â Elle cut off the small, almost mousy voice promptly, shutting down any âpro-Morgan-making-the-shotâ argument he was about to make.Â
You could get a lot from just listening. Some might call it eavesdropping, but I like to call it being observant, and from what Iâd observedÂ
A) The one throwing the ball was Morgan.Â
B) The smart-sounding one was Reid.Â
C) Reid was a proponent of Morgan, so I could assume they were close friends.Â
D) There were three very distinct, very different personalities in this general vicinity of desks alone.Â
âOâ ye of little faith! Gimme a break, Elle. Youâre just busting my balls âcause Reid came to me about Lila before he came to you.âÂ
âThat has nothing to do with the fact that Iâm right.â
âNo, but it means you have bias.â Derek retorted.
âFine then. If it means that much to you to have an unbiased opinion, letâs ask someone impartial - like Anderson.â
âActually, I have a better idea,â The deep voice said as soon as Iâd placed the last item on my desk - a stack of sticky notes in the shape of a catâs face thatâd been gifted to me the moment I exited the elevator by Penelope Garcia.Â
âExcuse me, Kitten,â The deep voice purred. âYou think I could get this ball into that trash bin right over there?âÂ
It took me a second to register that he was addressing me until I realized where the nickname originated from and that it had belonged to me - I could thank Penelope for that.
âOh, um âŚâ I looked around the room like somehow it would have my answer. In some ways, it did.Â
I made contact with Reid first. He smiled weakly at me with tender awkwardness that melted my heart a little bit. Meanwhile, Elleâs eyes were luring me to join her on the dark side and say he wouldnât make it. To be fair, riling him up seemed like fun. Iâd be on Elleâs good side, gain her approval, and if I executed my jest playfully enough, Iâd be on Morganâs good side, too.
âNo shot in hell, big guy.âÂ
Present Time . . .
Thatâs how it all started - this sibling-like rivalry. Ever since then, weâve been challenging each other like our lives depended on it. And if I had to make it my lifeâs mission to win this most recent bet, then so be it.Â
âAlright, kitten, Iâll take you up on that offer. Iâll pick you up at 9 on Saturday.âÂ
We sealed the deal with a cross-table handshake, and at that moment, I hadnât realized it - only when I thought back to it, did I notice - Reid had been watching the entire interaction unfold. Misinterpreting every painstaking second of it.Â
_ _ _
Sticking true to his word, Derek had taken up my offer in spades. Not the least bit shy in delegating me each and every duty there could possibly be.Â
Iâll admit, he used my pride to his advantage. Because while I was practically doing all the handy-work imaginable inside the property, he was resting on his laurels outside, probably taking up the view of rolling green hills that went on forever just beyond the front yard.Â
It just so happened that that would be our maintained, respective locations for the unexpected arrival of Derekâs very first (very unhappy) guest.
I was inside painting when I heard the placid squeak of Derek getting up from his Adirondack chair on the wraparound porch. I remember peeking my head out of the doorway for a second to see if he was finally going to come inside and help me, but lo and behold, I caught him walking further away from the entrance. While I mightâve given an eye roll of annoyance at the action, I thought nothing of it. Not until I heard Derek speaking to an eerily familiar secondary voice.Â
âWhat are you doing here?â I could hear Derek ask. My ears had perked up like a dog on high alert.Â
âDonât play dumb. Youâre trying to ⌠to -â The second voice stammered.Â
âSpit it out, kid!âÂ
âYouâre trying to steal my girl!â Whoever it was, was desperate to speak with conviction, maybe even malice, to prove some level of strength that could match Derekâs, but they tried and failed.Â
âWhoa, whoa, whoa. Steal your girl? What the hell are you talking about, man?âÂ
âYou know I like her! And yet youâre just hanging out with her alone now? On one of your desolate properties? Canât you see how suspicious that looks? Youâre supposed to be my friend.âÂ
Iâd stopped painting completely at this point so I could take asylum behind the closed door. I could place that voice anywhere, and I needed to press my ear against the only thing separating it from me to confirm what I already knew.Â
âReid, I am your friend,â And there it was. Reid? âAnd as your friend, Iâm telling you: lower your voice unless you want her to hear you.â
âDonât patronize me. Just tell me,â Spencer, if anything, spoke louder. Perhaps he did want me to hear him, or he simply wanted to defy Derek. âWhy do you flirt with her?â
âFlirt?â Derek seemed appalled at the word. It wouldâve been offensive that he was disgusted at the thought of engaging with me in that manner had I not felt the same way. What we were doing was not flirting - by any stretch of the imagination.Â
âYou know what Iâm talking about. You call her âKitten,â you both make sexual innuendos that you think fly over my head, you invite her to come over.âÂ
âSlow your roll, Pretty Boy. First of all, âKittenâ is just a nickname I gave her the first time we met because I didnât know what her actual name was. You know that - you were there. Second, the sexual innuendos are just playful jabs at the fact that I sleep around. Low hanging-fruit. Third, inviting her to come over might seem suspicious, but if you walk in there right now, youâll see that nothing is going on between us. Sheâs just here to help.â
I wanted any excuse to walk out there myself and announce my nearby presence. Confront Spencer and tell him I heard everything. Ask him where any of this was coming from. How he could think, for even a second, that there was something between me and Morgan.Â
Turns out, I didnât need an excuse. I had already walked out.Â
Spencer gulped hard when he saw me. And for that I felt sorry for him. He looked so unlike himself. His hair was disheveled like heâd ran his fingers through it a million times out of stress. His outfit was strangely untidy, the buttons of his cuff unclasped. âCould you ... did you-â
âI heard everything,â I clarified to the dumbfounded shell of a man standing at the base of Morganâs stairs.
It was a triangle of stares between us all. Exchanging quizzical glances in a battle of wills to see who would fold first. I was looking at Reid, Reid was looking at me, then he looked at Morgan, who looked back at him, then at me. Like I said, a triangle of stares.Â
âUm ... Iâll leave you two to talk. Iâll just be inside.âÂ
I suppose there were worse ways to finally get Morgan off his ass and working.Â
Reid trailed Morgan with his eyes, while I simply waited for the sound of the door shutting behind me. It took a few more seconds until one of us had the gall to speak.
âDid you mean what you said? About liking me?â This question that I posed went unanswered for what felt like minutes. Looking at Reid, I could tell he wanted to say something, he just didnât know what.Â
The soul was willing, but the flesh was weak.Â
âIf youâre not ready to admit it, thatâs okay. But then why did you really come here, Spencer? To yell at Morgan for possibly making a move on me? Because nowâs your chance. Make your move, Spence.â I descended the stairs, stopping to stand on the very last step so Iâd hover a mere inch above him. âMake a move.âÂ
Make a move, he did.
Warm, clammy hands that were disproportionately bigger than the rest of his body caught my face so that unbelievably, inconceivably soft lips could make their fierce attack with no resistance. His fingers laced through my hair until his hand found the nape of my neck. He used that as leverage to pull me impossibly closer.Â
When he was just one step away from sucking my soul out of me, I laid my palm on his chest and pushed him slightly backward. I think I heard him laughing when I did this, probably to hide the shame of letting himself commit so fully to the moment that he forgot just how intense his passion was.Â
His eyes fluttered open and his lips were still contorted in a pucker. It took him a second, but it finally came.Â
âI meant what I said,â He confessed ever so nonchalantly as though it were the easiest thing in the world to him, despite being unable to come even close to admitting it just minutes before. âI like you. A lot.âÂ
It was me who laughed then, both from the sheer elation hearing him say that brought me and the distant, exasperated comment that came from within the house.Â
âWell, finally! Itâs about damn time!âÂ
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i m p l i c i t â¤katsuki b.
p a i r i n g : bakugou x f.readerÂ
s u m m a r y : ever since you were young, you were forced to meet with the person dubbed as your finance, Katsuki Bakugou, a Baronâs son who had quite the temper but peaks your interest in every way possibleÂ
l e n g t h : 1.9k
g e n r e : olden days au ; fantasy au ; arranged marriage au ; Bakugou is a tsundere ; and we love him for it ; reader is an amazing bean that can keep up with him ; kirishima is your brother ; best brother ever ; rumours are toxic ; never base your opinions on someone solely on rumours ; you attract a stalker ; itâs not your fault ; he just as a twisted yandere mind ; Katsuki is your hero ; he makes your heart flutter ; and he makes your knees weak ; i really want someone to protect me and say what he said at the end of thisÂ
w a r n i n g s : swearing from our lovable explosion murder king ; acts of stalker/yandere ; sword fighting
a / n : i didnât plan on posting this but mother nature decided to pay me a visit today so i basically lazed around in my bed groaning in pain and half starving bc it was too painful to get out at times for food. instead i started writing this imagine again that i had began months ago. this is inspired by Ranma 1/2, which is an anime that i loved watching when i was much younger, itâs not well edited because iâm kinda dizzy rn but i hope you enjoy it!Â
â first of all, before either you or Katsuki were born, the arrangement for your marriage to each other was already settled by your parents, hence why you were immediately introduced when you were childrenÂ
â neither of you knew what marriage or engagement meant but you both associated it with seeing each other
â it wasnât something Katsuki liked but you didnât quite mind it, he always gave you really interesting reactions that you quickly came to like
â as the two of you grew up together, you always tried your best to get close to him but Katsuki was adamant at pushing you away and keeping you at arms length at all times
â despite all that, you wanted to catch his attention, which meant that you took interest in all the things that he found interesting too. that included: sword fighting, horse riding, duelling ; spicy foods ; battle tactics ; magic etcÂ
â Katsuki always tried to ignore you but secretly appreciated how skilled you had become over the years. you were still nothing compared to him but you were able to battle against a majority of qualified knights and still be the last one standing
â he only scoffed at you because your talents were wasted; youâre too kindhearted to ever use your honed skills properly - it irritates him that other women push you to conform to etiquette, tea parties and high society when you were better than that
â youâre better than shallow conversations about the latest fashion, or the art of sipping tea, calligraphy and painting because he knows how much you train and how much effort you put into your education outside of such insignificant things
â Katsuki knows that you can handle yourself better than any other nobleman he knows of, heâs seen you help your father with his business and vigorously train with your dukedomâs knights
â whatâs the point of all that effort if you werenât going to show anything for it?
â because of that Katsuki always acted like he hated having you as his fiancĂŠe despite your optimism about him, as well as your patience and understanding of his unique way of expressing himself
â because the two of you are forced to spend a lot of time together by your parents, youâve has been able to understand Katsuki and his mannerisms better than anyone else as your mother has always taught you to be openminded - sheâs never been like the other noble ladies of society, hence why your father married her
â now, you were following in her footsteps. thereâs been much gossip about your unladylike behaviour but you didnât care, all you needed were your parentsâ love and the love of Katsuki. he still needed some more time to come around but youâre positive youâll get to him soon enough
â youâre positive thereâs a different gleam in his eyes whenever he looks towards you now. it had always been one of hatred when you were much younger but his expressions frequently soften around you nowadays.Â
â no matter how subtle it may be, you always notice
â many rumours circulated about you the first time you had shown your skills openly amongst the knighthood. it had first started with your knights who praised you highly but, as soon as those whisperings reached outside the dukedom, many noble ladies started to gossip about your misdemeanour.Â
â surprisingly, those rumours were shut down in under a week and you didnât know why; usually such good gossip material stayed for months and only faded with the years so it was peculiar to have it die down so quicklyÂ
â what was suspicious was that, as soon as your rumours died down, stories about Katsuki surged forward.
â when you conversed with other people, they would say how horrible they feel for you having to marry such an aggressive and dislikable fiancee. they would then over-exaggerate all the belligerent and misunderstood characteristics of Bakugou, even making up disgusting rumours that painted him to be more villainous than he actually was.
â âhow shameful,â you spat with disgust, glowering down at the noble ladies frozen in their seats, âhow dare you openly gossip about my fiancee right in front of me, the nerve! you should know better than to act like such children. if you have nothing better to do then i suggest you leave the kirishima estate immediately and never expect to be invited back,âÂ
â they tried to beg you for forgiveness, seeing as your father held such power in high society, being one of the four noble dukes of the kingdom serving directly under the king as they all had noble blood.Â
â nobody expected your father to marry you to a Baronâs son. Katsuki didnât have a higher title than you but your fathers had gone to war together and remained loyal friends ever since, Baron Bakugou went on to acquire his title of Braon after his service in the war but many people still looked down on him from his commoner origins. to think that such educated ladies of high society would use that as leverage to gossip however they wished.Â
â word of your actions on behalf of Bakugou spread quickly and the two of you became a couple that shouldnât be trifled with.  Â
â after that day, you always defend Katsuki and never miss the opportunity to express how much you admire him and care for him even if he doesnât tend to reciprocate it
â you do this when Katsukiâs friends make an appearance, they consisted of your brother, Eijiro, Denki of house Kaminari (son of Marquis Kaminari) and Hanta of house Sero (son of Marquis Sero).Â
â they usually donât visit the estate but this time they decided to utilise the knights training grounds for extra duelling practice and happened to catch you just as you were walking out, having finished your own training
â as soon as introductions and polite greetings were exchanged, came the jokes and jives.
â âI wouldnât blame you if you eloped with someone else on your wedding day, Lady (Y/N), knowing this guyâs attitude,â Denki snickers as he points his thumb at your fiancĂŠ, who growled lowly in return.
â âi wouldnât dare do something like that because, even if this is an arranged marriage, Katsuki will be the only man for meâ Katsuki didnât expect you to be so forward and couldnât help the blush that coated his cheeks from your responseÂ
â Denki whistled in a mix of astonishment and amusement, âKatsukiâs a lucky guy!âÂ
â âhe looks really happy to hear you say that too, sis,â Eijiro teased as Hanta grinned from beside him.Â
â âshut up! we came here to train so let's train already, you dumbasses!â
â the days go by and life is good; the quicker your wedding day approaches the kinder and gentler Katsuki treats you. it wasnât until the kindness you practiced with everyone you met, no matter their status, became something more in the twisted mind of an unknown individual that you encountered within city streets, while out shopping
â one act of kindness made the stranger crave for your touch and sought you out in the most deviant method. he sent constant letters multiple times a day and even mailed one with his most intimate item of clothing, not only that but he always stood at the gates of your estate, waiting for it to be opened just to slip in and try to meet you again
â of course, he didnât get far because of the security brought on by your dukedomâs talented knights stopped him at every devious attempt. each incident was reported directly to your brother, who was training to inherit the duchy as soon as your father retired
â Eijiro was having none of it and devised the best plan of action he could, knowing that his image as the heir of the dukedom needed to be thought of so that his people wouldnât be against him when he took over his capable fatherâs place. he resisted the urge for an immediate confrontation to plan with you, about how you wanted to defuse the situationÂ
â however, as soon as word got to Bakugou, he ran over on foot to confront the man at your estate, just as Eijiro came down with a squadron of knights and you at his side
â lost in his own world, your stalker immediately reached out for you the instant he caught sight of your figure. on his face, he had a twisted smile and manic eyes, his breathing became heavy as if to savour the same air you breathed not too far away from him. it was frighting and chilling to see such an unhinged man. he was so deranged, he didnât mind the swords and pointed glares directed at him by all that were present and Katsuki, who was fast approaching from behind
â âGet. Away. From. Her!â Katsuki shouted in anger as he drew his sword and slashed at the young man, making you jump back with a gasp.
â âBakugou!â Kirishima warned as he pulled you into his chest for protection from the clashing of swords
â âKatsuki, be careful!â you cried. confronting someone with such an unstable mind could go horribly wrong and no matter how skilled your fiancee was, you couldnât help but worry
â Even though this was the first time Katsuki ever showed his feelings for you in such a dramatic gesture, the worry you had for him consumed your joy as his opponent drew out his own sword and started lashing out with worse coordination than your junior knights.Â
â what he lacked with technique, however, he made up for in agility as well as his own unpredictability. it made it hard for Katsuki to predict the path of his opponentâs sword so for a time, he was constantly dodging his blade. it didnât take long, however, for the game of endurance and stamina to come into play and slow down his opponent enough for him to fight back with more accuracy.
â âyou revolting rat!â Katsuki growled swinging his sword with might only to grind his teeth when his sword is narrowly dodged. not one to give up, however, he goes in once again and finally lands a hit that forces your stalker to crumble to his knees, âyou try and pull that shit with (Y/N) again and Iâll be doing more than just beating you to the ground,â it was an obvious win for the blonde.Â
â âAnd what would that be?â your stalker still had fight in him that came off as more irritating than anything else Bakugou had ever encountered in his life of servitude as a royal knight and baronâs son.
â just to prove his point, whatever it may be, Katsuki goes to stand beside you and pull you into his chest with his large hand at your waist  Â
â âlanding your ugly, disgusting ass in a fucking coffin!â the venom in his voice was evident and it made you shudder, curling up into his chest for comfort, not knowing that the next words heâd shout would have your knees weaker than any training could ever do, â(Y/N) is MY Fiancee! you touch her and Iâll kill you!â
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Surrounded by the Moon and Stars ⡠34
Pairings: Sirius B, F!Reader, Remus L Â Â Warnings: DARK THEMES, heavily implied domestic abuse (the Black family) A/n: Iâm editing this in a restaurant rn. Nobody can say that Iâm not committed! Anyway, if thereâs more errors than usual, itâs bc Iâm on mobile. Sorry!
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Chapter 34: Secrets of Our Souls
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Meet me at our place at midnight. Be careful. Make sure nobody follows you. R.A.B
Y/N read the letter several times before folding it in half while her eyes glazed the crowd of students in the Great Hall in search of Regulus.
A no-show.
Since the start of the term, sheâd been trying to get hold of Regulus but her attempts were futile. He was as finicky as a shadow, never staying still long enough for her to grasp, to spot.
Everything about his inconspicuous disappearance and the peculiar letter left her deeply unnerved. He'd even gone as far as using a different owl to respond to her letters; not the usual Black family owl.
In many ways, Regulus was mysterious; highly unusual â dare she say frightening.
âOh!â Marlene exclaimed. âA secret admirer?â
âGive it back!â Y/N said indignantly as Marlene pried the letter from her hand, unfolding it. Before she could read the contents, Y/N nearly tackled it out of her grasp, snatching it back while Marlene pouted. âItâs private.â
Continuing to sulk, Dorcas smiled at Marlene. From between the sliver of space from under the wooden table and their bodies, she watched as Dorcas held Marleneâs hand; thumb grazing over her knuckles. Y/N eyed them questioningly.
âWhat are you not telling us?â Dorcas mused, leaning on the table with a sly smirk.
Marlene snapped her fingers. âOi! Ginger snaps!â
Lily peered over, smile vanishing, placing her fork down. âDid you just call me aâŚ?â
âWould you prefer traffic cone then?â Mary teased.
âI like Carrots more.â Dorcas added, shyly.
âAnyway, you two are pretty much attached,â Marlene said. Had she known better, she would have recognized Marleneâs tone for jealousy. "Who sent that letter?â
Lily shrugged but her face turned downwards at her uncomfortable body language. âShe said itâs private. Leave it.â
The conversation ended at that.
Y/N felt a little nudge under the table and as she looked up, Lilyâs head was tilted, conveying the silent question, âare you okay?â She didnât answer as a couple of first years bounced up to Marlene, tugging down on her sleeve. She turned to them, flicking her blond hair out of her face with a wide smile.
One first year was close to tears, another one standing on their tippy-toes to whisper something in her ear.
âPlease can you come to the common room? Itâs scary and I-I miss my dad!â One of the first years cried out.
Marlene cooed, hugging them lovingly. With a nod, she stood and pressed a kiss to the side of Dorcasâ cheek. She managed to make it seem like she was whispering in her ear before turning back to the group. âSee you tossers later!â
Dorcas watched Marlene walk away. First years jumping, hanging off of her while Dorcasâ fingers grazed the spot on her face where she kissed her. She dazzled radiantly.
Before midnight, Y/N left her dorm, heading to the Marauderâs room and knocked on their door. She vaguely heard footsteps approaching before it opened.
She smiled before she could even register it. âMoony.â
He grinned widely. âWhiskers,â Remus said pleasantly, leaning against the door frame, his hair falling slightly over his eyes. âHow may I help you?â
âSeeing you has already helped a lot.â She joked while Remus blushed madly. She laughed at his reaction. âI need to talk to Bambi.â
Remus had his eyebrows raised but opened the door wide and beckoned her in.
She noticed a bed pushed far to the left, isolated from the other beds. The curtains were almost nearly closed aside from the sliver that was still open. Black was there, book in hand with a few pieces of parchment laid surrounding him. He was already looking up at her.
They truly isolated Black from them in every way possible.
âOh hey, Y/N.â Peter smiled before throwing her a small wrapped sweet her way. âGreetings!â
âThanks, Pete!â She caught it. And dropped onto Jamesâ bed. His glasses were strewn, laying on his bedside table as he flicked through his book.
âTo what do I owe this pleasure?â
âDo you mind if I borrow your invisibility cloak tonight?â
James surprisingly didnât push further as he simply went through his trunk and threw her the cloak, only asking that she would be careful with it.
She hopped out of the room, rushing out to the cold corridors and threw the cloak over her head. As she passed through various hallways, she finally opened the door to her and Regulusâ small hideout. A couple of candles were lit and the familiar Slytherin and Gryffindor blankets clashed together.
Huddled in the corner of the room on the couch, small and curled with his legs pressed against his chest and chin perched on his knees, Regulus was there, shaking.
She rushed up to him, keeping her hand visible and only touching him when he realized it was her. Consoling people was always a challenge in itself.
âWhat happened?â
Regulusâ voice was strained and tired. âC-can you hug me? Please?â
Her heart could have shattered as she roped him into a large, crushing hug. His aching sobs crashed through her chest. Y/Nâs arms were tight around Regulus, his head face pressed against her shoulder and she could feel his tears seep through her shirt. Doing the best she could, she soothed him, petting his hair.
She couldnât tell just how much time had passed until Regulusâ snuffles calmed down as he harshly wiped his tears. It was the first time she was able to truly get a close-up of how he looked.
To put it lightly, Regulus looked like shit.
Any of that regal, youthful glow of his diminished. And she realized it only faded whenever he went home. His skin was dull and grey, eyes sunken. Even his long hair was cut lopsidedly.
âDo you want to talk about it?â She asked.
âI⌠ItâsâŚâ Regulus trailed off, face full of worry and trouble. âItâsâŚâ
âItâs okay,â she rubbed her hand up and down his shoulder. âYou donât have to tell me.â
But something caught her eye. Regulusâ trousers rode up in his shaking state. A large bandage was wrapped messily on his leg. The skin around the bandage was red and a few scars peaked out. But as soon as she realized, he had too and quickly pulled the fabric down.
â... What is that?â She asked softly. She didnât know what it was, but something heavy sunk in her chest â the feeling of sickening, frightening dread.
He refused to answer.
âYou have to get that checked out ââ
âNo!â Regulus shouted, complete panic filtering through his face.
âWhatever that is, it isnât going to heal properly if we donât.â
Regulus debated for a while and she saw the conflict on his face before relenting. âIâm embarrassed by itâŚâ
She mustered up any kind of energy left and smiled. âI wonât judge you.â She managed to catch his eye and held it. She went over her options quickly.
1. Leave Regulus?
Option one was already tossed out the window. The weight of the situation was far too grave to continue to let it slide by again and again.
2. Press further?
But how?
3. Make him feel comfortable?
Bingo.
If he was ashamed by his scars, then maybe if she showed hersâŚ
She turned to Regulus, lifting her sleeve. A scar ran across her forearm from Snapeâs attack during the Quidditch match.
âI got this a couple of months ago in a nasty fight.â Then she pointed to the small scar on her leg from when she was dragged by Moony. "I got this from an accident."
But then, she sucked in a deep breath, mustering up all her bravery and courage, pushing down every bit of insecurity. She tugged down the collar of her shirt a bit, just enough to reveal the top of a much more faded scar that travelled down to her sternum. âAnd I got this from a heart surgery.â
She fixed her shirt to sit properly again. âI was born with a heart defect. It went undetected until my mom found me, hardly breathing and had to perform open-heart surgery on me. I was supposed to die but here I am. Healthy and alive and I havenât had a problem since.â
Regulus looked up at her wide-eyed and his body became less stiff.
âI used to be so⌠ashamed of it. Maybe I still am, I never talk about it⌠Only you, my mom and someone at Ilvermorny knows. But my point is, I am more than my scars, and you are too.â
She swallowed her fear, now cursing herself and resolved to shut up. Waiting, she wondered that since she showed him the scars that perhaps he would too.
Regulus considered her, almost astonished, finally moving to pull up his trousers and peeling off his bandage, wincing while doing so.
It felt like a cold bucket of water was splashed all over her body. She desperately tried to keep her face blank as the overwhelming urge to cry while combating the wave of nausea hit her.
His skin was butchered â fiery red. They werenât neat, like what a surgeon's scalpel would be like, but messy, crisscrossed and viciously deep. It had hardly healed and they were old enough to be a little over a week or two old. And undoubtedly painful.
Whoever did that to him was enraged, furious.
âShit⌠Regulus⌠who did this?â She asked quietly, more to herself than him as he remained silent. She stood, commanding, âWe need to get you fixed up.â
âItâs not that b ââ
âStop lying.â
âJust donât take me to the hospital wing.â
Wanting to know more, she was too afraid that any more prying would result in Regulus completely shutting down and withholding more information. Instead, she picked up the invisibility cloak, threw it over him and wrapped an arm underneath Regulus' arms to help him walk out of the room.
She went to the only other place she knew she would be able to offer any resemblance of help.
Once reaching the Potions classroom, muttering Alohomora, Y/N helped Regulus sit down comfortably at one of the extra tables and immediately got to work. All sorts of magic went around as she grabbed an extra textbook and flipped to the Essence of Dittany page.
Shelves, jars and cabinets opened and closed on their own accord, all taking ingredients as they fell into a boiling cauldron.
âWhat are you doing?â Regulus questioned, nervously drumming his fingers on the table.
âMaking you something.â
It was still between them. She didnât know what to say, only what to do. Everything went through her mind like a step-by-step process, like a robot categorizing its own emotions.
Because what was the right response to something like this?
She stared at the bubbling cauldron, slowly stirring to avoid eye contact. âYou donât have to tell me but⌠you didnât do this to yourself ââ
âNo,â Regulus said, calmly and steadily.
âThen⌠to the person â people who did⌠will they bother you again?â
âProbably not⌠Iâll be okay.â
It wasnât the answer she was hoping for.
Once the potion was completed, she poured it inside an applicator and made sure to cast a quick cleaning spell. A soft blue glow emitted around his leg until disappearing. She looked up to him, fisting his shirt and shoved it inside his mouth. âIâm sorry, this is going to hurt.â
She took the applicator, pouring a couple drops onto his wound. A greenish smoke billowed around them as it bubbled on his skin. The skin was stitching itself back together and over his wound. Regulus moaned in pain, fist banging on the wooden table.
She finally pulled the cloth from his mouth once down and ran across the room to find more clean clothes to dab off the sweat from his face. Y/N thought for a second he was going to faint.
âIâm so sorry Reg⌠SorryâŚâ
He didnât say anything for a while, only nodding in response meanwhile she monitored his condition. She gave him the wrapped candy that Peter gave her, hoping that it would help him regain some energy. She was beginning to grow worried that she mightâve brewed it incorrectly as her mind mulled over possible counter potions.
âI know⌠you said... you donât talk to my brother muchâŚâ Regulus croaked out. She closed the book, rushing up to him. âBut... you are in the same friend group⌠right?â
She chewed the inside of her cheek. A white lie wouldnât hurt.
âThings changed. Weâre friends. Why?â
There was a long pause. âIs he okay?â
A million questions went through her. Even if they were estranged, wouldnât he know?
âHeâs okay.â Lie. âHeâs just been⌠stressed as of late.â True.
âIs he still staying with the Potterâs?â
âYes.â
He smiled, eyelids drooping but everything about it told her something wasnât right. âIâm glad.â
Regulus refused to let her help him walk back to the dungeons and left with his wound almost fully healed. And she was left with more questions than any answers as she slithered into bed.
What was he not telling her?
But then she thought about the summer with Matthew. Why had he been so surprised that she had been with a member of the Black family? Or how did he even know them? What was it about them that commanded so much respect and international recognition?
A couple of footsteps padded her way and Y/N felt her bed dip, a weight sliding beside her.
âAre you okay?â Lily whispered. âBeen worried about you these past couple of days.â
âYeah,â Y/N said, turning to the side to look at Lily through the night. âJolly.â
âYou sure? It can be our secret?â
She remained quiet and it gave Lily her answer. She turned onto her side before mumbling. âFeel free to stay tonight.â When she didnât feel Lily leave, but she wiggled around to become comfortable, she sighed, forcing herself to sleep.
There was certainly far too much happening in her life at the moment for her to fully care about Lilyâs bizarre and avoidant behaviour. She just wanted the next day to come.
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The next few days were uncomfortable and Y/N was beyond exhausted.
Breakfast was nothing more than her sipping on a glass of water, studying the Slytherin table, worried for Regulus.
Was he being bullied? Was he⌠no⌠the wound was a bit too old for it to have taken place at Hogwarts.
She spent most of the day in the library, simply reviewing her Herbology and Advanced Potions textbook.
Much to Jamesâ dismay, all the free periods they had in sixth year were due to the overwhelming work and increased difficulty in lessons. Fortunately for Y/N, Potions was partially a free class and she never had to worry about it aside from the essays. It was far too easy.
During class, she would figure out new techniques, tricks, but to her dismay, Slughorn had really enjoyed how both she and Snape performed together and often paired them up during potions. She hated to admit it, but there was a reason why Snape was a favourite student of Slughorn. He had talent. Although, he was in a permanently vindictive mood around her which made him even more unbearable.
The tip of her eagle-feather quill moved across the pages of the textbook and she pulled back momentarily to review her book.
Nightshade⌠Powdered silver⌠Stewed Mandrakes⌠Slughorn had said it helped werewolves⌠What if Remus â
âWhiskers! There you are!â James said, strutting up. He sat down on the couch beside her, both tucked away in the corner of the library.
She gave a little wave of her fingers before closing her book. James suddenly became slightly dejected at her reaction. She couldnât force herself to put on a show.
âSomething wrong?â
Y/N felt like there were no answers to everything that had been happening recently. Only if Matthew was there.
But James was.
âI need to ask you something.â
His head swivelled around to see if anyone with prying ears was listening in before nodding.
âCould you tell me about the Black family?â
She had never seen James go so rigid. His cheek hallowed as he chewed the inside of his cheek and waited for her to elaborate.
âI know I donât talk about it but Regulus is a friend of mine.â She didnât miss the way James stiffened further at that. âAnd heâs⌠worrying me. Heâs⌠god, I donât know what to say.â
James threw up a silencing spell, encircling them. âItâs okay, go on.â
âRegulusâ leg was butchered. I think heâs being bullied or itâs darker than that.â
Jamesâ skin, which was usually a warm, rich look, seemed as if it paled, almost giving him a gray appearance. âDid he say anything about his family?â
âNo. But he never talks about them. Is that the reason why Black stays with you?â
âEven with the non-existent respect I have for Black, I feel like I canât tell you much,â James said and she understood why. âBut the Black family â theyâre fucking insane. Their Pureblood mania is probably one of the worst Iâve ever seen.â James took a moment to look at her reaction after mentioning blood purity. âHe has a reason to be scared of them.â
âSo youâre telling me that his family⌠they hurt him?â
James looked down, the gravity of their conversation finally hitting him. He took off his round glasses, rubbing his temples. âIâm not sure. Maybe? It was probably another Slytherin. His parents⌠love him â I donât see them laying a hand on him. He didnât mention running away? Did he?â
âNo.â
She heard James curse under his breath as he grabbed his hair out of habit. âIâll talk to him.â
âAbout what? You canât tell him I told you, heâll ââ
âRelax. I wonât. Iâll ask him to move in with me.â
Y/N felt like she could faint there and then. Everything in her body felt wobbly, weak as she grappled with the idea of Regulus and his home life. Then Black⌠did he also go through what Regulus has been through? The thought made her sick.
Jamesâ voice tugged her back to reality. âPromise me something.â She waited for him to continue.
âI know Regulus is your friend and that heâs going through a rough time butâŚâ James struggled with his words. âBut⌠be careful around him. Heâs not much of a threat but his family is. Thereâs a reason why Black lives with me; no matter how angry, how much I hate him, I would never let him go back there. To them.
âThe war is approaching and they have eyes all on Regulus â watching everything he does.â
Goosebumps covered her entire body. Everything James said sounded more like an underlying threat of sorts. She wondered if that was the reason why he refused to be seen with her publicly. âAre you saying that heâs a Death Eater?â
âNo,â James responded briskly. âBut itâs not to say his parents wonât force him to. If you knew his family, you would understand ââ
Both students snapped their heads up from the figure slowly approaching them as James eased off the silencing charm.
Professor Elway was there, holding a large leather-bound book and a stack of parchment, most likely essays she had to grade. She only gave a small nod to James before smiling widely at Y/N which caused James to mutter something vaguely familiar that sounded like âfavouritism.â
âMs. L/N! How wonderful to see you!â Elway was enlivened. âI was just thinking about you.â
âOh! Erm â thank you?â
Elway laughed, âYour work has been incredible! Iâm very impressed.â
She felt James nudge her under the table.
âOh!â The professor exclaimed. âThereâs a Duelling club session tonight Iâm supervising. Iâd love to see you there?â
âIâm sorry, but we have a paper due in Transfigurations.â James helped, cutting in for her. She felt herself relax into her chair.
In no time, Defence Against the Dark Arts became Y/Nâs favourite class and duelling was incredibly fun, but all she wanted to do was sleep. Perhaps another timeâŚ
Professor Elway gave a little sigh but nodded her head. âThen Iâll see you next session! Have a good day, Ms. L/N and Mr..?â
âPotter.â
âMy apologies, Mr. Potter. Have a fine day!â
While they watched her leave, both students were left with a similar deep, icy trepidation that clawed at their soul and a single question heavy in their hearts.
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This is everything wrong with that trial bc it IRKS me to no end:
There is absolutely ZERO instances in which Lex would have gotten his trial that quickly. From the time he was arrested last episode (aka yesterday in their timeline) to arraignment would most likely take two to three days. For those who donât know, an arraignment is where the government formally presents the charges to the defendant in court and the defendant consequently enters their plea, either guilty or not guilty. After the arraignment is the trial, which by law and procedure would never occur immediately after or within the same day. Logistically, scheduling a trial to find days where all parties (judge, defendant, and prosecutor) are available requires time and coordination. Courtsâ calendars are booked weeks and months ahead of time. Per the 6th Amendment in the US Constitution, a defendant is entitled to a speedy trial. However a speedy trial never means a trial within a DAY. Though thereâs often no set number of days that would automatically constitute a violation of a speedy trial, generally defendants should see their trial start date within approximately 60 days. That is because of the real world logistic constraints but it is also to ensure that BOTH the prosecution and defense have adequate time to prepare for a trial. This preparation includes gathering and disclosing evidence, witness prep, motion filing, and just generally getting your case together. However that 60 days is only if the defense doesnât waive their right to a speedy trial which many do in order to properly prepare and mount a defense to acquit. Trials in these cases can and do get pushed several months or even upwards of years til the start date. Assuming Lex refused to waive his 6th amendment right and wanted a trial immediately he still would never get it within the same day because A. The prosecution would never agree to that nor would the judge allow it B. The courtâs schedule wouldnât have an opening like that and C. The process of pre-trial takes time. To even just select a jury aka voir dire can take several days by itself. Other pre trial steps that would occur before a trial can start include a preliminary hearing in which the judge determines if thereâs enough evidence against the defendant to have a trial, discovery in which both sides have to share their evidence and witness lists with each other prior to trial, and motions filed to the court to exclude or suppress certain evidence from trial. These steps take time and several appearances before the court that would be spread out over weeks at minimum.
Undermining a witnessâs credibility like how Lex did with Eve by insinuating she was a scorned and resentful woman does not mean her entire testimony would get thrown out and excluded from trial. It is literally the job of the jury to weigh and value a witnessâs testimony with their credibility. The jury could absolutely conclude Eve is not credible and lying BUT they would get to come to that conclusion on their own in deliberations bc a judge would never throw out a witnessâs entire testimony unless there was definitive evidence the witness is lying (which there was not). Also, a witness could be deemed less credible and still have their testimony be believed because of supplementary evidence or corroborating witnesses like Lena.
Fruit of the poisonous tree. Related to the above point, Lena says Eveâs testimony was tainted because it was âfruit of the poisonous treeâ which is NOT how that works in the slightest. Fruit of the poisonous tree is a real legal doctrine in which evidence is officially excluded from trial because it was obtained illegally by law enforcement. If the source of the evidence (lets say an illegal search without a warrant) is tainted, then anything gained (âthe fruitâ) from the source (âthe treeâ) is also tainted and inadmissible in court. Basically, fruit (ie evidence) from a poisonous tree (ie illegal search) is also poisonous and thus not allowed. But Eveâs testimony does not fall into this category at all. Just because her credibility was undermined and therefore the rest of her testimony is also undermined that does not mean it is illegal or excluded from being considered in court by the jury. At most sheâs a failed witness bc her testimony is useless in the eyes of the jury but it is not in any shape or form inadmissible.
Just because Lex said a bunch of legal jargon to the judge doesnât mean it A. had any weight or meaning and B. would actually be accepted by the judge. Lex asked the judge to have Eveâs testimony stricken from the record, her plea deal be revoked, and add a charge of perjury for her lies. All three motions would have been immediately denied because Lex didnât provide an ounce of evidence that Eve was perjuring herself. See point 2 again because all he did was possibly and not even that effectively undermine her credibility by having her admit she was in love with him and rejected. That alternative theory could potentially be enough to negate her testimony in the juryâs eyes but it is most certainly not even remotely enough to get her testimony thrown out. Just because the defense offers a competing theory (which is literally the job of the defense) does not mean that theory is automatically accepted as fact or true. Again it is the job of the jury to determine that. Not to mention that this case was described as âironcladâ by Lillian and purported to be supported by hard evidence provided by Eve in addition to her testimony according to the prosecutor. Lexâs resentful lover theory wouldnât necessarily negate that testimony or evidence! Lots of witnesses in real life are imperfect with questionable backgrounds or motives but their testimony can still be compelling to find a defendant guilty. Like this was such a thinly veiled, lazy attempt at a defense. Lex didnât offer ANY evidence to support his claims other than his own testimony which was not legally admitted and should have been sustained and stricken which moves me to my next point.
Lexâs questioning of the witnesses was utterly objectionable and sustainable. Lawyers are bound by specific procedure and rules when questioning a witness. During cross examination, which is when a lawyer is questioning the other sideâs witness, you are afforded more latitude by which to ask your questions in attempts to undermine an opposing witnessâs credibility and testimony. You can ask leading questions aka yes or no questions (ex: you framed me because I rejected you, isnât that right?) and you can even be combative with witnesses. However, what you absolutely CANNOT do is testify yourself and not ask the witness a question. This is literally what Lex did during his cross of both Eve and Lena. The objection that should and would have been raised is âObjection: Counselor (or in this case Defendant bc Lex is representing himself and not a lawyer) is testifyingâ to which the judge would have immediately agreed, sustained Lex, and have his entire monologue to the jury stricken and instructed them to ignore everything he said. A lawyer and especially someone representing themselves CANNOT use a witnessâs time on the stand to testify themselves. That is what opening and closing arguments are for: uninterrupted presentation of your case. If Lex wanted to testify, he would have to take the stand and be subject to cross examination. He does not get to use his cross of Eve as a chance to say whatever he wants. ALSO as a side note, if a witness was so thoroughly undermined during cross, the lawyer who called the witness would get what is called a redirect, or extra time to question a witness to reestablish why their testimony is relevant and credible. Only a terrible prosecutor would choose not to redirect after that.
Also, between the scenes in court and those with Lena and Lillian, the show somehow implies both that Eveâs testimony was thrown out and that it was just merely undermined to the jury but not excluded? They canât have it both ways lol.
When the judge actually sustains Lex for his improper questioning of Lena, she only says it once and lets him continue on his inadmissible tirade. In reality a judge would keep saying sustained or tell the defendant if they donât stop now theyâll be held in contempt (aka put in jail until theyâre ready to comply with the rules of the court). AND she would most definitely have instructed the jury that all of what he just said was sustained and couldnât be considered.
Lex says âthe defense restsâ during the prosecutionâs presentation and witness?! Like thatâs not how it works. Lex technically hadnât even started his presentation because he didnât call any witnesses or present any evidence. He doesnât just get to decide the trial is over during the prosecutionâs case. The prosecution has to rest before the defense can even start let alone also rest their case.
This one isnât so much a legal note but a weird observation. They have Willy shout âYes!â after Lex ârestsâ implying Lex did more damage to himself with his speech and the jury would agree, only to then have Lena look half smug for beating him and half like she failed on the stand. They gave weird conflicting sentiments about the direction of the verdict that I guess was supposed to make the not guilty verdict a surprise but it all just fell flat and was super disjointed. And Iâm sorry but Lex going on an unhinged rant would not help his perception or case to the jury even if he said he didnât commit the crimes. Maybe the men would sympathize or project but those women would be taking that as a big sign of guilt. At the very least the jury should have been locked and unable to render a verdict thus declaring a mistrial which would have meant even more time as a new trial is set.
In conclusion, none of this makes sense nor is it how the courts actually work. I get everything doesnât have to be Ăźber realistic but I would appreciate even a minutia of effort to make it make sense.
AND all of it was just entirely unnecessary for the episode. What they should have done is merely say Lex was awaiting trial and move on!
#I really canât tell you how much this shit bugs me#the cj major in me just wonât let it go#lena luthor#supergirl#Lex luthor#Hannah rants#literally ignoring my work to make this bc it annoys me so much
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Please tell me everything you know about c!niki xD
THIS IS GONNA BE HELLA LONG SO HERE YOU GO
so niki first joined l'manberg - contrary to popular belief - AFTER the revolution, along w jack manifold. she joined bc she was good friends with wilbur and tommy. she opened up a bakery after consulting her diary/chat, and it ended up being pretty successful. not too succesful, but successful. during the elections, she decided to support her friend (childhood friend? the timeline is fucked up bc of c!fundy existing lbr) and together she and fundy made COCONUT2020. she didn't think she'd win, only really did it for fun, and supported wilbur even though she didn't join his party then her best friend and friend got exiled, and so she was understandably distraught and angry schlatt's reign was one of her low points. not her lowest, but pretty damn low if i do say so myself. she was tormented during this time by schlatt himself, and he made fun of her for her relationship with wilbur, called her things like a "wrench", he taxed her (to the point where she had to run away!), and he imprisoned her. it doesn't help that her childhood(?) friend betrayed her burnt down the flag that she had made for l'manberg (its so sad actually, listen to it) she had a birthday party that while i didnt watch ive heard that wilbur threatened to blow up l'manberg so yeah then she saw her younger brother-like figure get executed onstage, then almost got executed herself, when wilbur managed to get her away then it is DEVASTATING as she finally finds out abt how things have been going in pogtopia (especially for the viewers who only watched niki's pov). she had thought that they had a plan, that they were working things out, when really they haven't even got a semblance of a plan the pit fight happens, and then after she goes up to listen to one of tommy's discs with tubbo and tommy themselves during the manberg v pogtopia war, she fights for pogtopia and watches schlatt die and the nation become wilbur's again. then, of course, comes the part that all old school c!niki fans will remember... during the celebration they had just after tubbo gained presidency, she accidentally uncovered a small part of the wall and saw tnt. she went still, then covered it up, on the assumption that wilbur wouldn't blow it up BOY was she wrong her home gets destroyed (watch this and skip forwards until niki's pov), and she doesnt find out that wilbur dies until much, much later. to honour him, she starts wearing his coat. everything goes fine for a little while, and she yknow dates puffy (*SOBS* im unbiased im unbiased.... *sob*), and then doesnt find out abt tommy's exile until much later AFTER that. she doesnt really get in on the lore much during the inbetween period of tommy's exile and doomsday except for her city being built more. then, during doomsday, she gets angry at tommy and says that he couldn't just walk in there and assume everyone would be on his side, she also shouts at ranboo abt sides and stuff. later, she apologizes to ranboo and says that if ranboo fights for l'manberg, she will too. ranboo ends up doing nothing except watching everything unfold, and so niki does the same, except for one thing. she burns down the l'mantree, also known as her canonical lowest point. after that, she hears ghostbur speaking and has a panic attack, trying to reassure herself that "he's gone, he's gone, he's gone" and because shes too flooded w memories, she ends up blowing up her bakery. afterwards, however, she goes down into her secret city and isolates herself from everybody except for jack, who she plots to kill tommy with. she takes tommy to a nuclear test site and almost manages to kill him, but JUST misses him, somehow after this attempt, she scurries back to her little hole like a cryptid and (this is, in my opinion, her lowest point) isolates herself even MORE. she has contact with exactly 1 person during this whole period of four-five canonical(??) months, and it results in her mental health getting worse. technoblade visits her at the start of this, offering her a position as an anarchist to which she gives him a "maybe, after
i kill tommy" she gets night terrors, and keeps herself in a literal CELL so that she doesnt go anywhere when she sleepwalks, also punches the walls whenever she wakes up from a nightmare, which is often. eventually tho, she accepts techno's offer and joins the syndicate, naming herself as nemesis as a reference to her past self she manages to heal a substantial amount, finally having: a) a group that lets her speak (which is SO important for her, its actually the key to her entire arc) and b) socialization! however this takes a big turn, when she hears that wilbur's back she tries to play it off, then goes the l'manhole or l'crater, reminisces about wilbur betraying her (may i note the rocketduo where she looks pointedly at manifoldland and says "and GOD you deserved so much better dgsayufasyufgasuy) she grabs wilbur's diamonds, some of the first ever items she got in the SMP, then hides them in the wall, as a sign of her closing off from wilbur
PHHOOOOOOEEY THAT WAS A LONG ONE
okay so imma go with this writing cause its fun. so, you asked a few questions in response to the ask you gave me!! so lets go 1) why does she feel betrayed by wilbur? because she was one of the first people she met (canonically) on the SMP. he promised her that it would be a land of peace, prosperity, but she started loving it BECAUSE of wilbur. case and point: when wilbur asks whether she's loyal to l'manberg, she goes "yes, i'm loyal to you, wil." "no, no, not to me- to l'manberg" she quite literally wore his coat around the SMP as a symbol of her friendship and dedication towards him, because they were honestly the best of friends, and she THOUGHT she knew it. points out) and its the way she's learnt to do things. also remember: c!Niki is an unreliable narrator, that's the whole point of her character. it's a response to trauma (as @tubboblr pointed out) you're also probably wondering why she burnt down the l'mantree. and it's not because she "finally realized that l'manberg was bad" it was actually really simple: she wanted to be heard. she had been beaten down and talked over SO much (aka the BASIS for her arc) that she's so desperate to be heard she'll take desperate measures. another reason is because she finally loses hope in l'manberg. she loved it, loves it, but she just lost hope in it. she never hated it. she LOVED it, with all her heart. she just didnt believe it had any hope to be the place she had thought it was. if you have any other questions, let me know!!
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What are your views on UT!Chara? Are they good, neutral, evil (in your opinion) (No need to answer this ask if you do not want to)
hoo boy let me just. youâve activated a Secret Essay(tm) of mine anon fbdshabl sorry iâll try to keep it short LMAO
(under a read more just for a) length b) ut spoilers.. even tho im p sure most of you have beaten the game but who knows lol c) uhh Charaâs story is pretty dark so this has mentions of abuse and whatnot so please be aware of that ^^;;)
Morality alignment wise is like. Idk. Iâm bad with assigning that half the time because itâs all subjective in a way right oh no my true neutralness surfaces like for example I wouldnât do something I think is bad right? But someone else might think itâs bad. (Like my 16 yr old self might consider me today a terrible person just bc I like Undertale lol 16 yr old me is rude donât listen to them) If I were to put them on a kind of DnD like alignment scale though, I think I would probably put them in a lawful neutral kind of alignment, maybe leaning a bit towards lawful evil.
But hereâs the thing. Without Chara having any sort of backstory as to why they hate humans? Itâs very hard for me to gauge where their motivation lies for the things that they did. Based off of what Asriel tells you when you talk to him in the Ruins, the genocide route, and the bits of narration we have, we can pretty much assume:
- Chara was pretty abusive, this is undeniably a fact even from just watching the videos in the True Lab; and while Asriel recognizes this, he didnât want to lose them because they were the only one he felt close to. Which is likely part of the abuse they dealt by making him feel alone without them. - Chara hated humanity for reasons they would not disclose to Asriel, but itâs pretty implied that they attempted to commit suicide by jumping into Mt. Ebott. This could mean that they were abused in their past, which could in turn provide reason for their abusive nature (because, with Chara being a child, itâs very likely that they took in the personalities of those around them to make their own person up. Even though they were hurting, they didnât exactly know why, and even still, many people with an abusive history that end up abusive themselves might not even recognize that theyâre being abusive, which might be the case for Chara as well.) - Chara probably cared for Asriel. Thereâs a lot of things to indicate that they may have faked it or maybe it seems like they didnât by their abusive nature towards Asriel, but itâs unlikely that Chara would fake caring about someone. If they jumped off the side of a mountain because they hated the people they were around so much, thereâs very little reason for them to pretend they liked someone at the potential expense of their own happiness. More likely than not, Chara desperately wanted to keep Asriel close, but ended up being really controlling in an attempt to keep him close. Additionally, when you hug Asriel at the end of the True Pacifist route, the line âHah... I donât want to let go...â is said by the narrator, indicating it may have been Chara who said it. But considering how Sans also has lines that are spoken silently and in the default font, this may not be entirely accurate. - Imma go off for a second about genocide because i have a pet peeve about when people suddenly decide that Chara is the one that caused it. This doesnât make any sense -- but at the same time, with little to no games considering the Player and Player-Insert character to be two seperate characters, itâs no surprise to me that people i guess âprojectedâ onto Chara. However, if you seperate the player from Frisk (in the same manner that Kris and the Player are seperate in Deltarune), it becomes easier to understand. Chara had nothing against the monsters. They liked monsterkind. Itâs extremely unlikely that they would have the motivation to kill all of the monsters on their own. This wasnât created until far into the genocide route, where the player has done most of the work for them. Chara is now living on pure Determination, which as we know is void of care and purely puts a person on a path of achieving their last desire, and once they wake up like this, with most of monsterkind already dead... well, what else is there to live for? They already attempted to kill humanity, failed, and now the only people they treasured have fallen like flies. Nothing matters in this world. Might as well delete the whole thing to finish the job. (also Frisk doesnât have any motivations of their own either... unlike Kris they are shown to have no specific motivations (that iâm aware of?) one way or another and donât reject the player ever so the idea that a canon frisk would reject the genocide route doesnât make sense to me either. obvs auâs are exempt because theyâre free real estate lmao anyway this is unrelated) - Charaâs a very calculated and observent person as well -- just look at how they died? They werenât even afraid of death. They poisoned themselves with full faith that Asriel would take their Soul and bring them back to life (which also goes back to my point about how much Chara cared for Asriel, since, if they didnât trust him, they would not have left him with that huge responsibility) by absorbing their Soul into his own body so they could exist as one. Chara saw their death as a stepping stone in their plan. All this from just seeing Asgore accidentally eat buttercups once and getting sick. A whole plan to get revenge on the people who hurt them from that. They even made a statement about wanting to be placed back on the Surface just to cover Asrielâs ass when he eventually took Chara on his own to the Surface. - okay this is probably just more of a me thing, but Iâve never gotten the whole âChara hates Sansâ concept. But considering I also donât really think of Chara as the one who attempted the genocide route, I guess it makes sense. Chara probably doesnât care about Sans one way or another, really, and Sans probably has very little idea who Chara is. Iâve always seen Sansâs statements during his battle said directly towards the Player, more or less using Frisk as the messenger -- like, for example (yes I have this on hand donât judge me):
âsounds strange, but before this i was secretly hoping we could be friends. i always thought the anomaly was doing this because they were unhappy. and when they got what they wanted, they would stop all this. and maybe all they needed was. i dunno. some good foods, some bad laughs, some nice friends. but thatâs ridiculous, right? yeah. youâre the type of person who wonât EVER be happy.â
- (cont) At this point it sort of taps into something I was gonna write for that Sans essay but here we go. I bolded âthe anomalyâ because this is the point where he directly refers to the player as their own individual in the game. Whatâs the only thing thatâs different between Undertale and any moments of his life previous? The player. Hence, anomaly. Even Chara would have existed before the player showed up, right? Chara fell sometime within the 2010â˛s according to the opening of the game, and in between that time and when Frisk showed up, 6 other humans fell into the Underground. Clearly none of them had the same powers Frisk did, because otherwise, they would have not died and left their Soul behind for Asgore to use. That leaves one thing different -- player interference. Chara even directly states that the player is the one who woke them up with Determination, meaning they were asleep (or dead) for every year previous to their arrival. Sans probably only knows them as âthe first humanâ like every other monster in the Underground (aside from the Dreemurs, of course).
i could probably go on for a while. but i will save you the time you probably didnât want to spend reading this already by shutting up fdbshafb
#zircon answers#abuse mention tw//#suicide mention tw//#i used to hate chara as a character bc i thought there was no information on them#but the more i got into the game and started reading things the more i got invested in them#now frisk has that role of my least favorite character for being boring LMAO#anonymous
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legally i have to give you intern 2
em you have awoken an ungodly beast inside me so i need to warn everyone that this post is. incomprehensible. but so is mymusic so i guess we're all used to it.
How I feel about this character:
i watched mymusic as it was airing/running/coming out specifically bc i'm a jack stannie, and as a kid melvin was my second favorite character (w scene being in first, obvs) for mostly that reason. he basically hovered around this ranking until my most recent rewatch in the summer of 2020, which was actually spurred by some events in my personal life that vaguely reminded me of scene's season two arc w jeff, and i thought it'd been a funny/nostalgic way to get my mind off things.
(i want to side note here that -- i know you didn't ask, but -- i love jeff. i have since i was a kid. like, obviously not as a person but i think he's honestly the best written character in the series, w indie close in second. idk what it says about the f*nes that their most interesting and well rounded characters are the villains, but i digress. to this day i'm salty that jeff never got added to the theme song and wasn't really included in promotional merch.)
however, in said rewatch, certain things about how he was written started to really get under my skin, and certain moments in particular have really stuck out to me in a negative way. like, for the entirety of season one and a good chunk of season two he's one person, and then he leaves mymusic and we have an entirely different person, but not in a nuanced character building sort of way.
i've said a few of these points before but i'll repeat them here regardless. at the risk of sounding like i've put on a tin-foil hat, it's my sneaking suspicion that scindie was supposed to be endgame, but since fan reception to it was pretty neutral, and scenechart stans were, at the very least, more vocal, changes were made to the intended finale, which is why in the last scene he's basically just. indie. like, if everything about the show was exactly the same but indie was the one who had ended up w scene in the end that would have made so much more sense since a) scene had a crush on indie that he/everyone knew about and b) indie was kind of a dick despite the half-assed attempts at redemption, so both combined make it slightly less weird/out-of-nowhere that he kisses her w/o her consent (since, even though like. implied consent is not real at worst and a fuzzy subject at best but you could argue that scene would want indie to kiss her); and this isn't even taking into consideration that c) melvin is heavily queer-coded in both seasons, with his friendship with nerdcore being, dare i say, homoerotic at times, and his arc about leaving the company and changing his name mirroring nerdcore's almost perfectly (with nerdcore being a character who b*nny [at least] has all but confirmed is actually gay).
i've also been on the fence about melvin's behavior in that final scene making more sense for indie's character being an intentional decision as a way of shoe-horning in a theme about the lasting effects of abuse/cycles of abuse/the corruption of power but i also don't think the f*nes are smart enough for that. however, for the sake of defending my straw theory, i also point to the scene where indie comes to visit the acid factory after melvin told him to shut up, and we see melvin use reggie as a foot-stool, going as far as to say that it feels good to do so (which, in all honesty, i think is a bit that was entirely improvised, since the f*nes were "notorious for never saying cut" [paraphrased from a bts video], but work w me here). he's also given a seltzer mug that perfectly resembles indie's kombucha mug. in these moment melvin is directly emulating the behavior of his previous abuser, purposefully or not, literal moments after being promoted to an equal position of authority, which was totally just included as a joke, but could also be argued is meant to show that he's becoming indie; or, if we acknowledge that the f*nes have no fucking clue what they're doing and were just directing like chickens with their heads cut off, it at least shows that melvin's new position of power is leading him to understand where indie was coming from, which is supported by their conversation in the finale.
the following contains a couple brief mentions of irl sexual assault so if that's something you'd like to avoid skip to the next section!
HOWEVER, that alone isn't what i have a problem with, since i think melvin is completely justified in being a dick to indie (and also reggie enthusiastically consents to being used as an ottoman so good for him i guess). the issue comes completely in how he treats scene in the scenes where the f*nes clearly thought what they were writing was super romantic. like, the fact that the only thing he's got hung on his cubicle wall is a single picture of scene taken from the fucking opening credits (like. how hard would it have been to have. literally any other photo[s] esp since there's an abundance of cute bts pics of the cast in costume that could have been put there) and him scrolling through her twitter at work really creep me out (and at the risk of oversharing the weird, like, social media stalking angle really fucks w me bc that may or may not have been the exact fucking thing i was trying to escape in rewatching mymusic in the first place). also, having him sexually assault scene as a means of comforting her after she had just been sexually assaulted in the same way by someone else was... a choice (which is also, uh, personally familiar).
again, i recognize that demonizing melvin wasn't what the f*nes were trying to do here, and i perhaps seem hypocritical for opening liking jeff, but what makes jeff work is he's intentionally "the bad guy." having melvin do the same things as indie and jeff uncritically only proves further that the f*nes can't write for shit, and ruins his character which had, up until he quit mymusic, been unironically good. like, it's obviously not beneficial that the exact asshole things he does are personally triggering, but the character would still be a mess and i would still dislike him regardless.
i want to say though that jack delivers a surprisingly great performance despite how shoddily his character is constructed and how little experience he has as an actor. like, it's clear he was having a lot of fun on set and i would love to see him in something, like, good; i think he could pull off even like, guest television roles, which is a lot more than can be said for other youtubers.
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All the people I ship romantically with this character:
nerdchart should have been canon i'm sorry. i know that close, nonromantic male friendships are valuable, esp between queer men, but also gd wouldn't it have been baller to have a canon interracial mlm ship. like. c'mon. and they could have been such a good friends to lovers story! we already got to see how melvin was the only person nerdcore could really be himself around so it would have been so cool if melvin's self-advocacy arc/flowchart arc had revolved more around nerdcore with a little role-reversal! and then they kiss! like god intended!
also i ship him and indie bc i'm a grubby little gremlin man ohoho. enemies w weird sexual tension? sign me up. not even enemies to lovers i'm not saying this one should have been canon i just love the vibes. do you think melvin and indie ever explored each other's bod-- *gunshot*
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My non-romantic OTP for this character:
i wish him and scene had just been bros. god remember in season one when they were just bros that was the life.
alternatively, i wish we'd seen more bonding w him and metal, as a means of reconciling that. uh. moment from season one. along similar lines i would have loved to see him get closer w rayna in a similar way to how she bonded w nerdcore in season two. i think that could have also worked to show how she'd grown between the two seasons.
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My unpopular opinion about this character:
HIM. AND. SCENE. SHOULD. HAVE. JUST. BEEN. BROS. (though i think my general dislike of him is pretty unpopular, lmao).
when the show was coming out i don't think it's unfair to say that scenechart/scenetern 2 was the most popular ship (aside from potentially techstep whatever) but luckily we're all gay and have better taste now. unfortunately i totally fell into this camp and scenechart was even my otp for years (until it was arguably more unfortunately usurped by reddie in 2019) and i didn't even realise that it's a hot mess until, again, the summer of 2020.
when actually watching the show the choices the f*nes made in regards to how the ship actually became canon are so odd and out of place, too? okay, so, on one hand everyone just shipped scenechart bc it was the whitest hettiest ship in the show (esp in season two when idol left) aside from scindie (and we already discussed what's wrong w that). but, on the other hand, lainey and jack clearly also just got along? and i suspect that lainey probably also admired jack's work and was happy to be working with him bc we have so many shots throughout even the first season when the ship wasn't the intended endgame of lainey scene looking really fondly at jack melvin at times when it doesn't make much sense at all, esp since she's smitten w indie? this trend continues into the second season which arguably works but it still seems really out of place for him to be the one to ultimately make the first move on her since it's clear she was the one crushing this whole time and also he's gay! this bitch is gay what the fuck!!
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One thing I wish had happened with this character in canon:
at this point i'm struggling to think of anything i haven't covered yet. oops.
i've talked at length before about how he should have been a woman/lesbian, but the tl;dr is that it would have solved a lot of the queer-coding "problems" that just didn't get resolved in the show. if he'd been a lesbian then not only would the friendship w nerdcore still made sense, but scenechart would have as well (not even mentioning that both of scene's other relationships w men make a lot of sense as comphet anyway).
#long post#this took me an hour to write i literally had to get a snack in the middle of it#mymusicshow#mymusic show#question#mlentertainment#also having a character named scene when you have to write about scenes like. in a story is an absolute bitch
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the dark side - jj maybank x shoupeâs daughter (ch. 3)
w/c: 2.5k
warnings: underage drinking, mentions of other illicit activity, typos probably, but this is mostly just jj fluff
summary:Â catherine shoupe has the perfect life. when she gets hired by heyward to run groceries, she has a new coworker - jj maybank. as the deputyâs daughter, she canât help but hate him. but when jj decides to bring her to the dark side and woo her over, cat not only has to hide her activities from her father, but learn who her father really is.
a/n: iâve been super busy and lacking inspo, so i knocked this out in about an hour and a half (and tbh iâm kinda proud of it). this is definitely based on that time last week i drank 8 beers while swimming and was so drunk i fell off the dock then cried while making a pizza bc i started thinking about drew starkey Â
side note, the tags werenât working on the last two chapters, so if you could reblog this that would mean the world to me :)
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JJâs words ate at Cat as she drove home. Leave it to JJ to put that foul taste in her mouth - was he trying to turn her against her own father? Or wanting her to come to the dark side with him? Of course JJ didnât like her dad. He was a troublemaker, flirting with all the punishments that were associated with breaking the law.Â
Cat got home ten minutes later. Her dad was waiting up for her - it was later than she realized, and she was too caught up with JJ - and then flustered - to text him. âHowâd it go?â he asked, seeing her face and pulling her into a hug.
âIt was okay. Iâm just tired,â she said quietly, her head pressed against her dadâs shoulder.
âYou want any dinner?â he asked, and she shook her head. âOkay. Good night, sweetie.â
That night and all of the next day, she couldnât stop thinking about what JJ had said to her.
Cat spent her day off with her best friend. They shopped before dropping their bags off at Catâs, changing and going to the beach.
âTell me about your new job,â Kya insisted, laying beside her. Her eyes were hidden by large, pink sunglasses, a smile plastered on her face.
âWell⌠itâs different, thatâs for sure. I like spending most of my day on the water.â Cat threw an arm up to shield the sun so she could see her friend better. âThe guys I work with keep it⌠interesting.â
âHeywardâs kid? Whatâs his name?â
âPope. Yeah, I like him a lot. I usually work with either him or JJ.â
âMaybank?â Kya asked, pushing herself up slightly, and Cat nodded. âWoah, seriously? You havenât killed each other yet?â
âActually⌠we made up for everything last night. Got dinner and everything. He wanted to air everything out, and we had a good night.â
âYou got dinner with JJ Maybank?âÂ
Cat sighed as her friend took off her sunglasses to look at her, her eyes wide. âYes, Kya, why is that such a big deal?â
âYou know heâs a total pothead, right? And his dadâs into all sorts of drugs.â
âWell, thatâs a good thing I only work with him, then,â Cat responded cooly. âI just want to be friendly enough to make work not insufferable. I donât care what he does in his free time.â
âDoes your dad know?â Kya asked, and sat upright when Cat shook her head. âYouâre kidding me, Cat.â
âHe doesnât need to know, heâd just worry.â Cat tried to ignore how worked up all of this made Kya. âBeside, Iâve made it clear to him I donât want to get involved in anything he or his friends do.â
Kya sighed, laying back down beside her. âYou better not. Youâre the only friend I have that hasnât gone all party mode.â
âThatâs not gonna happen any time soon.â Cat tried to reassure her, but remembered JJâs words. Iâll get you out of your bubble, he had said, a charming grin lighting up his face. Everything about JJâs existence seemed effortless - he didnât worry about what people thought about him, and didnât particularly care for impressing people or following every single rule.
All throughout high school, like Kya had said, they lost friends until their once tight-knit friend group shrank to just the two of them. Everyone discovered alcohol, which was easily available at keggers and parties that seemed to happen almost every night. Some started smoking weed, others started doing harder stuff. People changed, and Cat knew that, but she didnât like that type of change. Even if she did still want to be friends with those people, she knew it wouldnât fly with her father, much less with Kyaâs mother.
Kya Peterkin was the one person who had Catâs back while they were growing up. Whenever their classmates adopted the we-hate-cops attitude, they were shunned together. They obeyed the same sets of rules, and since their parents worked so closely together, they were bound to become best friends as well.Â
Sometimes, though, Cat wanted to break the rules. She was tired of being under the watchful, critical eye of her parents. Maybe JJ was what she needed - someone to be that person to get her out there. There was something about the way he spoke to her the other day, like he knew something she didnât. About her, and about her dad.Â
The next day, she worked with Pope.Â
The day after, she worked with JJ.
It was the first time she actually enjoyed working with JJ. The talk they had eased the tension - JJ sat on the bow of the boat, his vape pinched between his lips, swinging his feet in the air while Cat slowed the boat as they approached the no wake zone. As she eased up to the dock to complete the last delivery of the day, JJ hopped off and tied the boat while Cat started readying the groceries.
Cat wanted to ask him, so, what are you doing tonight?, but she had been taught to never invite herself to things. Luckily, JJ seemed to read her mind, a cocky smile tugging on his lips as they loaded bags into the carts they would haul down the sandy paths to the McEversâ house.
âYou busy tonight?â he asked casually, passing groceries from the boat down to her.Â
âNot at all,â she replied.Â
âWanna go for a boat ride?âÂ
âWith who?â
âMe and my friends,â he replied, jumping down from the boat to be next to her. He had a red work shirt on, matching his backwards red hat.Â
âWhat will be happening on said boat ride?â she asked, partly because she was curious and wanted confirmation, partly to annoy him.
âWhat, you turning into a cop?â JJ asked. âYour dad knows what we do, everyone on the island knows and everyone on the island does exactly what we do.â
âAnd what do you do?â
JJ raised his eyebrows before taking a hold of the handle of the cart. âJust a little booze cruise is all. Donât worry, Popeâs the DD.â
âAnd youâre not worried Iâll rat you all out?â she asked, taking her own cart and starting to haul it down the path after him.
âNo, because you would never let your father know youâre hanging out with me.â
JJâs words and tone were cocky. Cat smiled, trying to wipe her expression blank as JJ turned to look at her, but failed. âSure. Iâll come tonight.â
âYou got a swimsuit on you?â
âIâll have to run home and pick one up, just let me know where to meet you.â
JJ flashed her a thumbs up, and before long, they had completed their delivery. The rest of the shift was uneventful; they boated back to Heywardâs, ran through the closing procedures, and JJ told her how to get to John Bâs house.
âJust come out back to the dock when you get there, weâll be waiting on the boat,â he had told her. Cat quickly drove home, telling her dad she was going to treat herself to a night out at the movies, changing before driving south to the Cut.
Two cars were parked in front of John Bâs house. Following JJâs instructions, she walked around the side of the house, seeing the dock lit up with deck lights, hearing voices from a boat tied to the end.
The voices became hushed as she walked down the dock, and she saw someone shove JJ, while another threw a hat at him. As soon as she grew close enough to see JJâs crew, Cat instantly regretted her decision of coming.
âShoupeâs kid? Really, JJ?â she heard Kiara hiss, before plastering a big smile on her face. âHey, Cat.â
She stopped hesitantly on the end of the dock. Just go back home, a voice inside her brain told her, and she was about to start back towards her car when JJ stood, grabbing her hand, pulling her onto the boat.
âBe nice, please,â he said in a sing-songy voice, knowing that Cat had overheard them.Â
âDude - really?â John B asked bluntly. He had dropped the hand holding a beer down in a subtle attempt to hide it.
âMy lips are sealed.â Cat caught Kiaraâs eye roll out of the corner of her vision, and Pope sighed, obviously disliking the conflict.
âWell, letâs go then,â John B said, tension still apparent in his voice. JJ nodded towards the back of the boat, and Pope moved to make room for her to sit.
âWant a drink, kitty Cat?â JJ asked, but before she could answer, Kiara was making a gagging sound and John B looked at him with wide eyes.
âThe fuck you call her?â John B asked, and JJ grinned.
âKitty Cat.â
âI thought I told you to never call me that ever again,â Cat said, leaning forward to look into the cooler. It was full of Pabst and White Claws. She started reaching for one of the latter, but hesitated.
âYou donât have to if you donât want to,â Pope said quietly, but Cat could feel everyoneâs eyes on her.
She looked up to JJ, who shrugged. âThe black cherry is my favorite,â he said.
âYou admitted it! You like them!â Pope burst suddenly, pointing accusingly at JJ, who just shrugged before speaking.
âThere ainât no laws when youâre drinking Claws,â he claimed, pausing as Cat grabbed one of the black cherries. âAtta girl, Cat.â
She popped the top and took a sip. It was okay, the sharp taste and the carbonation causing her to make a face. The second drink was easier.
As John B pushed the throttle, the conversation died down as they made their way across the water. Cat sat against the back right side of the boat with Pope, while Kiara sat on the back left side, JJ going off to stand next to John B.
âYou donât have to let him pressure you into doing this, you know.â
Popeâs words were sudden, almost lost in the wind. Cat pressed her lips together into a small smile before looking at him and responding. âItâs been a long time coming.â
He smiled back at her, and Cat reverted her gaze to JJ. He still wore his work shirt and that backwards red hat, but had changed into a pair of tropical patterned board shorts and flip flops. Leaning over John B, one hand on the dash of the boat and one on the back of the seat, he was talking with a serious look on his face, and John B was sitting, his jaw set.
After twenty minutes, they reached what Pope informed her was their favorite place to swim and watch the sunset. She had finished her drink, a slight warmness filling her body.Â
A lime White Claw was next up. It sat on the edge of the boat, half-drank, as they all jumped into the water, the setting sun coloring the water orange, as if it were on fire. Swimming up to the boat, she finished it, tossing the can back into the cooler.
âAtta girl,â JJ praised from out in the water, just his head and beer visible. She burped in response, giggling a little. âHelp yourself to another, kitty Cat, youâre off tomorrow.â
She grabbed a lemon before swimming back out to the group. Pope, Kiara, and John B were deep into a discussion about the skunk ape of Florida, and if there was a North Carolina equivalent. As the evening progressed, they seemed to relax slightly at Catâs presence.Â
âYou feeling okay?â JJ asked as she swam up to him, cradling a life jacket in one arm while she held her drink with the other. She nodded and he took a sip of his beer.
âCan I try it?â she asked.
âYou never tasted a beer?â She shook her head, and JJ handed it towards her. âDonât judge it off this one, JB has shitty taste.â
âHey!â there was a protest from John Bâs direction, and Cat made a face at the taste of the slightly warm beer.
âWhy would you want to drink that?â she asked, handing it back to JJ. He shrugged and took another swig, tilting the bottom towards the sky before crushing it in his fist and throwing it back towards the boat, where it met the other cans with a clink.
Before long, it was dark, and the group swam back to the boat. âYou feeling okay?â JJ asked as Kiara heaved herself up, Cat putting her empty can with all the other ones and nodded.
âI feel⌠fine.â Cat was kind of disappointed; she felt warm, a little fuzzy in her head, but other than that, not how she expected to feel.
âWait until youâre in the boat,â John B said, watching as JJ heaved himself up. âBetter yet, until we get to shore.â JJ yelped as John B pushed him up with a hand to his ass, and John B pushed himself in easily.
Cat tried to haul herself in, but couldnât. John B chuckled, and he and JJ each took a hand, pulling her up, and as soon as she was sitting on the floor of the boat, she understood what John B had meant.
âCome on kitty Cat, to the bow,â JJ was saying, his hands in her armpits. He helped her to the front of the boat, which was open and flat.Â
âCan you get my towel?â she asked, the evening breeze cold on her wet skin. She knew it would just get worse as they started the ride to shore. JJ left her on the bow as he went to the back of the boat for her towel, and she felt him lay it on her shoulders as he returned.
He sat down beside her, and they were silent as Pope pulled up the anchor and John B started up the boat. As they started moving, Cat was unsteady, and JJ chuckled as she had to plant her hands on the ground to keep herself from falling over into him.Â
âHow many you have? Three?â
âFour,â she said, holding up four fingers in his face. âOne of each flavor.â
âAnd itâs your first time? Youâre seasoned already. If only your dad could see you now.â
âDonâ talk about him,â Cat said, putting a finger to his lips, telling him to hush. âI donât wanna think about it.â
JJ laughed again. âOkay, then, we wonât.â He put his hand on hers, gently rubbing it with his thumb.
If Cat wasnât drunk she probably would have noticed the way John B raised his eyebrows, the way Kiara rolled her eyes, and the way that Pope smiled softly. She would have noticed the way he caught her as she swayed unsteadily when they hit a wake, how he brought her towel back up on her shoulder when it blew off.Â
She probably would have noticed the way JJ looked at her, his eyes devouring every inch of her, his body relaxed for the first time in who knows how long.
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Komahina Choose Your Own Adventure!
(the following is copy paste of a wip komahina choose your own adventure fic from a discord chat! please feel free to chime in with what you would have done. the option chosen by the discord members is bolded.)
Komaeda. He is horny for death. Like all the time. Right? Right. Ok. So. Hajime saves him from death. This is a fantasy au. He's a little upset!! And his praise of Hajime is satiracle. "Look at this saint, whom I owe my life!!" Komaeda's basically just begging for death. Hajime has two (2) options: a) kill him and b) don't
Hajime ties him to a tree or something with the full intention of leaving him there for a very indirect, guilt free kind of death but he manages to get like 2 miles away and has to turn back bc he feels guilty.
So Hajime doesn't kill him. And Komaeda STILL follows him around. Now that he's aware Hajime is willing to at least consider it he is ceaseless. Surely Komaeda must be a god-sent test on Hajime's patience.Â
They get to a town, half way to Hajime's destination. They share a room at a local inn. Hajime has three options: a) kill Komaeda in his sleep, b) leave without him in the night or c) sleep the whole night through bc honestly Komaeda isn't worth losing sleep over
Hajime resolves to sleep the night through. This task seems even less appealing once they get to the room and.....there is one bed. One bed! He asked for a double! He should have made Komaeda, that bastard, get his own room. But seeing as Komaeda (who had been planning on being dead by now) is broke, that's not going to happen.
The room has one bed and one (1) wooden chair as its sleep-able furniture. There is a very small circular rug in the middle. He knows Komaeda would be willing to let him take the bed. Hajime is now faced with a choice: does he a) share a bed with Komaeda, b) make Komaeda sleep on the floor, or c) sleep on the floor himself?
Hajime, like the saint he is, musters up all the kindness in his heart and insists (Komaeda makes him fucking insist!) that they share the bed. Can't sleep on a hard wooden floor, the splinters and your back, and all. So they share the bed.
There are a few things Hajime notices about Komaeda once they set about getting ready for bed, namely how skinny the guy is. Like, he's super skinny. It's...a bit concerning, even to Hajime who at this point is A Little Frustrated and A Little Uncomfortable. Next, he notices that Komaeda does not smell half as bad as someone who has spent the last week or so trying to die has any right to. He actually might smell...kinda good? Now that's a thought Hajime is going to put away for later!
The bed is uncomfortable and definitely not meant to be shared by two young adults but. It is what it is, at this point. They lie down, each as far away from each other as is humanly possible but it's still not as much distance as any sensible person would want when sharing a bed with someone they've known a week. However, sleep comes easily when you've spent a while with someone like Komaeda.
Hajime wakes up in the early hours of the morning with a body against his back and an arm thrown half way over his own. Hajime has a choice: a) get out of bed suddenly, probably waking up Komaeda and making him aware of the situation, b) get up gingerly, or c) pretend to sleep until Komaeda himself wakes up and fixes the situation.
With more precision than anyone who has just woken up should ever have to exhibit, Hajime removes Komaeda's arm from his side. His skin is strangely cool to the touch, and god there is no part of this guy that isn't stick thin. Hajime slides out from under the sheets, taking a moment to look back at Komaeda to check his work. Still asleep. And, you know, he looks kinda nice when he's asleep. A little less sick-looking. Less noisy, too.
Within two hours they are out of the inn and back on the road towards the capital. It's a beautiful day out and Komaeda's hair looks ethereal in the light flittering through the leaves. There is a quiet moment during the walk. Hajime should probably, like, talk. He hasn't actually had to make much conversation with Komaeda largely because he scarcely shuts up but it seems like the pressure is on Hajime tonight!
What will Hajime talk about? a) bring up the fact that Komaeda cuddled him in his sleep b) ask where Komaeda is from or c) dumb Hajime's own backstory on Komaeda
"So, uh, where are you from?" The words fell out of his mouth as smoothly a bunch of pebbles. Like, the sharp kind of pebbles. Are they still pebbles if they're sharp?? Anyway his delivery wasn't smooth, not that Komaeda seemed to notice.
"Ah, well. No where now, I suppose." Ominious, Hajime thought, waiting for him to elaborate. He didn't, instead finish the thought with: "Not that you'd want to hear my sob story! Hardly any point to it; I'll be dead soon." Fantastic. Just. He's just so fucking joyful.
"I insist," Hajime replied. He wanted to add a, And you're not going to be dead soon, but he's had that conversation several times before and you know what? Not great. 0/10.
"It's not very fun, you know."
"I'll live."
Finally, Komaeda got on with it. Apparently there was a reason Komaeda was, like this. He had parents just long enough for him to miss them at their departure from this realm, and had enough traumatic experiences that they seemed to cease being traumatic for him.
"Oh, that uh. " Hajime did not have enough social experience to know how to respond to that much,,,, backstory. "That sucks."
"You could say that."
What should Hajime ask next? a) Why are you so certain you're going to die? b) let the silence ride or c) offer comfort of some sort ;)
Hajime and Komaeda walked in silence for a moment before Hajime found his voice again. "...why are you so certain you're going to die?" In all his arguing, he had never actually thought to ask.
Komaeda hummed, looking up at the trees above him. For a second Hajime wasn't sure he was going to answer. "Someone told me, once."
"Someone?" Hajime asked.
"You know, like a fortune teller. A seer." Komaeda's eyes are still trained on the flittering leaves above. That made Hajime pause.
"A fortune teller?" He attempted to get the earth to reclaim him because of a cheap prophecy?
"It sounds stupid, doesn't it?" He's smiling but its not quite reaching his eyes. "Hopeful things often sound stupid, I think."
This does not make much sense to Hajime, but in general Komaeda makes about as much sense as integrals or cosine or other things that this fantasy world has been saved from. He can't help but latch on to the word hope; it's an odd word choice for the situation. Hajime has this weird knot in his chest at the thought of Komaeda thinking his death might be hopeful.
Hajime has a few options: a) tell him his death is, in fact, not hopeful, b) let the conversation die, c) vague reassurance with awkward physical touch, or d) open up about his own past (option as not been selected yet at time of posting)
#komahina#komaeda#nagito komaeda#hajime hinata#danganronpa#super danganronpa 2#goodbye despair#sdr2#komaeda x hajime#fanfiction#choose your own adventure#my writing
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Was Virgil and Romanâs relationship aafected negatively by Romanâs action as Ambition? Bc from what Iâve read, I donât really think Virgil as of canon right now will vibe with Ambition!Roman
(obligatory original ambition!roman post link)
!!!! Excellent Question thank u anon
and youâd be right, virgil and ambition!roman definitely Do Not Vibe
(if weâre being honest,,, none of the other sides really Vibe with ambition!roman (with the possible exception of janus, but thatâs less Vibing and more âi love u and you are being Very Dumb but will stick by you anyway because first of all u need someone in your corner and second of all I Love You Literally So Muchâ so idk how much that counts). roman becoming ambition!roman was almost entirely for thomas. the extra appreciation he got at the beginning before it got really intense was just the cherry on top. but! you asked about virgil, so letâs talk about him.)
virgilâs not ambitious. whatever the opposite of ambitious is, thatâs what he is.Â
he doesnât like taking risks. he has no desire to get ahead. as long as he makes it through the day with out a major mental breakdown, he counts it as a win. success, to him, is synonymous with survival.
needless to say, he doesnât really... get roman.Â
ambition, no matter what each individualâs may be, is about personal happiness.
.........yeah, virgil doesnât get that. at all.
whatâs the point?? of caring about something??? as trivial as happiness???? when you could get run over by a fucking car tomorrow????
or betrayed by your best friend??????Â
or suddenly lose your house and all your possessions to a fire??
you could lose everything? at any given moment??? and you care about what make you happy?
yea so roman what are u on âvirgil, probably
all that said, virgil isnât strictly against doing things for individual happiness or personal gain, he just lacks the type of forethought needed to actually. care about it.
(his brand of forethought is more along the lines of: âoh god you said This One Thing to joan two days ago and now the rest of your life is ruined thomas donât u seeâ
....this is not useful when it comes to individual happiness or personal gain.)
so in the beginning? like everyone else, he doesnât really mind ambition!roman either. he never minded the ambitious side of roman before, and ambition!roman in the beginning wasnât noticeably different from roman roman at all. and virgil liked didnât hate roman roman, so there wasnât any reason for him to behave differently
besides, c!thomas was happier, felt safer, was in a better place both career-wise and financially, all the friends that didnât bring c!thomas enough happiness were out of his life now, virgil himself had less work to doâ
wait.
thatâs not right, is it?
virgil not doing as much work canât be good.Â
(why yes, he is anxious about the idea of being less anxious. sue him.)
no, thatâs not the thing heâs should be focusing on.Â
there are more concerning things happening, because you arenât supposed to get rid of friends if they donât bring you enough happiness.
right?
c!thomas hasnât ever done that before, has he?
why?? is no one else concerned about this???? tf?
(short answer: theyâre only seeing what they want to at this point. romanâs happier than heâs been in... years, honestly (and despite what roman may believe, the others really, really do love him, so they arenât going to do anything to take away that newfound happiness), those friends werenât great friends anyway, and c!thomas doesnât seem to be suffering mentally, so.... why would they waste conscious energy worrying when nothing seems to be wrong?)
(thank god they have virgil am i right)
virgil doesnât talk to anyone about these concerns.
what, you think heâs going to willingly deal with the confrontation and awkward conversations that would require?
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yeah,,,,, no.
so, while he is the first to notice that somethingâs up with roman, heâs definitely not the first to do something about it.
nothingâs hurt c!thomas yet, so how urgent could it be?
(well, apparently, itâs like. Super Urgent. but he doesnât figure that out until far later, after janus is the one to bring up the fact that romanâs acting... weird for a reason, after roman is Officially dubbed ambition!roman, etc, etc, etc.)
as for any actual interactions he has with ambition!roman?
theyâre stiff and awkward at best and end with him attempting to deck roman in the face Several Times and/or steal his sword in the hopes that he can wield it well enough to cause,,,,,, More Than A Scratch, letâs put it, at worst.
(tis not a fun time for anyone.)
virgil never understood the ambitious side of roman in the first place, so when that that side is heightened?Â
honestly, the other sides are lucky itâs not worse.
(virgil and ambition!roman do their utmost to avoid each other, though, so at least thereâs that.
they tend to get logan or janus to serve as a go-between if need be (virgil prefers logan because he and janus only Vibe occasionally (and because roman prefers janus) and roman prefers janus because a) janus is the only one that is even close to Vibing with him and b) â¨He Is In Love⨠and neither prefer patton because heâs like. five seconds away from breaking down throughout the Entire Conversation and neither of them really wants to deal with that when thereâs the option of,,,,, Not Doing That), but they donât even need that for the most part because thereâs nothing for them to discuss. what would they need to say to each other that one of the others couldnât?)
so to answer your question... yeah. they really Do Not Vibe.
#roman sanders#virgil sanders#ambition!roman#dark side roman#catastrophizing#anxious thoughts#violence mention#it's vague but. it's there#(idk how to tag those?? lmk if i should change them)#query#anon#like the last anon you may Also have a Sizable Piece Of My Soul for asking a question about ambition!roman#unless if u are the same anon#in which case ig you get Two Sizable Pieces Of My Soul#congrats!!#now:#what tense am i writing these in?? scientists can't tell and neither can i#i'm not proofreading them and i didn't notice if i was changing tenses before but i Definitely did here so like#pretend i didn't? idk time is fake so tenses probably are too This Is Fine#and finally the same explanation for my use of c!thomas vs thomas i had for my last ask applies here too#i just want to type it all out again alsdkjflsk#i had Many Notes in the tags today whoops#my thoughts are Very Chaotic today so please humor me and pretend this all makes sense ty <3
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CHARACTER STUDY META.
so, this is mostly a post for my followers who arenât familiar with twd / shane walsh, and are wondering what kind of character he is. please note that iâm writing this based on how i personally view shane, so some of this might not be actual canon, although i try my best to stick to canon as closely as possible. however, even if you are familiar with shane as a character, iâm hoping this post will give a bit of an idea of how i write shane. anyway... putting this under a read more bc it got kinda long
alright, let me talk about my portrayal of shane walsh for a moment. shane is a guy who starts out being neither entirely good nor entirely bad. i feel like when it comes to shane, a lot of people see him as either or, but what i love about the walking dead is that most of the characters arenât just all âgoodâ or all âbadâ. the so-called âgood guysâ of the series actually do bad things at times, and the âbad guysâ of the series actually do good things at times, or at the very least comes off as good at some point or another.
and with shane, he kind of goes through a change throughout the first two seasons. he starts off more on the scale of a âgood guy sometimes doing bad things,â but as the series goes on, things gets more and more blurred for him to the point where he ends up more as a âbad guy sometimes doing good things.â iâm not going to go into too much details about what brings about this change, but tl;dr; after believing his best friend, rick, was dead, shane fell in love with and entered a relationship with rickâs wife, lori, and after rick turned out to be alive, lori left shane for rick, while rick basically took over the leadership of the group that shane had been leading and kept safe up until then, and so shane started to blame rick for putting their group in danger and people in their group getting hurt and killed from rickâs decisions (or at least shane sees it as rickâs decision making being the fault,) and shane also struggled to accept and come to terms with how lori was suddenly treating him like he had only been hurtful to her and carl and acted like she never even cared about him to begin with and told him to stay away from them, etc.
.... anyway.... that whole thingâs a mess so iâm not gonna go into that any more in this post.
from before the outbreak, all the way up to when rick came to the atlanta camp, and even a little after rick showed up, shane was shown as someone who cared about people and their safety. some might disagree here, and bring up scenes like where shane refuses to go after and help the people in their group who got stuck in the city as shane not really caring. but when you look at it, the people in the group that was still in camp with shane, was people who either a) was old b) didnât know how to use a gun / how to fight c) got frightened / terrified / panicked at the sight of walkers and / or d) were just kids. to take any of them into the city where they knew walkers were in large herds in an attempt to save the others? to shane, that seemed more like sentencing them all to death. shane also knew that those in their group who was in trouble in the city was more equipped to handle themselves and had a better chance at figuring out a way to save themselves, and also since shane and the others werenât able to stay in contact with them over the radio due to poor reception, shane had no guarantee that they would even stay where they were by the time shane and the others couldâve reached them if they did try to go after them. all in all, shane had plenty of reasons to not try to help them, and no reason aside from it âbeing the right thing to doâ to try to help them.Â
itâs not that he didnât care or didnât wish he could help. to him, it just wasnât worth the risk.
some examples that he did care about others than himself, is how he selflessly put his life at risk to try to help his best friend, rick, who was in a coma at the hospital during the outbreak, and, when he realized there was nothing he could do, he still put a bed against the door to the room rick was in, in a desperate last hope of a miracle that rick could somehow survive. another example, is how shane looked after carol and sophia, even more so after noticing how carolâs husband abused his wife. he always made sure to check up on them, and when carol apologized on behalf of her husband for something her husband did, shane assured her she had nothing to apologize for. and when he finally caught ed in the actual act of trying to abuse his wife, shane intervened and brutally beat him up, warning him to never lay a hand on anyone again. another example is how he looked after jim when he had a sunstroke, making sure he stayed in the shadow, and got enough water and was able to cool down, and when jim got bit, how shane was one of the people who expressed that he didnât want to kill him and that it didnât feel right leaving him behind even though jim had asked for it himself.Â
one thing iâve noticed is that shane constantly talks about his disapproval when it comes to taking risks that puts the groupâs safety at jeopardy, and i mean, if he truly didnât care, he wouldnât constantly worry about putting the groupâs safety at risk.
that being said...
he also has a lot of flaws and issues.Â
shane has a mindset where he thinks heâs always right, and struggles to understand other peopleâs opinions if theyâre at odds with his own, even after hearing them out. this goes back to even before the outbreak, but it wasnât as noticeable back then as post outbreak, as he was more willing to âagree to disagreeâ in order to maintain the peace, because back then, disagreements rarely meant the difference between life and death, so he could live with swallowing his own pride more easily because it rarely came at much of a cost, whereas decisions after the outbreak often did...
this mentality, especially on top of his strong desire to keep the group safe, can quickly bring out a lot more negative sides to shane when people start disagreeing with him. best case scenario, heâll think youâre just a naive idiot who he doesnât much care for or care to listen to (this is usually the case if he thinks you donât have much influence / power over the rest of the group, like with dale.) worst case scenario, heâll look at you as a great danger to the group, one that needs to be dealt with to keep the rest of the group safe (this is usually the case if you are in a leadership position, like with rick.) either way, people disagreeing with him can quickly lead to shane becoming frustrated, hotheaded, etc, especially after rick takes over leadership of the group and he starts to feel everyone shift towards supporting rick and no longer listening to anything shane has to say.
also, while shane wants to keep the group safe, he is not always a person you can rely on if you ever get yourself in a pinch. in fact, chances are heâs not going to be willing to risk himself or others to come back for you, unless thereâs a really goddamn good chance of success or at the very least a really low risk for others getting hurt / killed. and even then, heâll be hesitant about it.
he has also proven to be willing to sacrifice a good, decent person to save himself and someone in his own group, as proven when a man not in their group, named otis, accidentally shot rickâs son, carl, and carl ended up needing medical supplies to survive. so when shane and otis went out to get said supplies, and got crowded by a herd as they tried to leave, otis rescued shane, however shane ended up shooting otis in the leg to draw the herd to otis, giving himself an opening to save himself and get the supplies back to carl. he didnât take any pleasure in doing it, and struggled with it afterwards, but he justified it to himself by the fact that sacrificing otis had ensured that shane had managed to get back with the supplies and thus saving the kid.
shane also has a whole bunch of other issues that are connected to his dynamics with rick and with lori, which includes an obsession with lori, jealousy of rick and loriâs relationship, a growing hatred / resentment towards rick ( partially because of said jealousy, but also partially because he genuinely thinks that while rick has good intentions, he is a danger to the group, especially since the group seems to blindly put their faith in rick and has stopped listening to shane at all.) but thatâs a whole different story and this post is already getting too long, rip
#/ i need a hc / chara study tag rip.#/ i feel like i just gave up halfway through writing this and the flaws part of this post is just a mess but whatever#/ i spent too long on this to just not post it lol
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ââ ( nicola peltz + cis female + twenty-one ) oi , have you seen brynn rothschild around ? she lives in flat 17 in bedroom 3 ? i was meant to meet them this morning at bean me up before our lecture but she didnât show . no ? well , shit . if you do see them , can you tell them iâm looking for them ? theyâre a 4th year political science student from manhattan, new york & youâll know itâs them because they might just remind you of the shattering of a chandelier on marble flooring , lipstick drawn threats left on mirrors , pointe shoes slowly wearing out , imported wine in place of company & long nights spent in porcelain tubs if that helps at all . just be careful , she can be a little mordacious , pernicious & despotic sometimes . Â â- oh donât look like that , theyâre usually magisterial , gregarious & winsome most of the time . â kaya , 22 , she/her , pst
tw: death, drugs
P A R A L L E L S
fallon carrington ( dynasty ) , serena van der woodsen ( gossip girl )
T R O P E S
attention whore , alpha bitch , manipulative bitch , hard-drinking party girl , parental neglect , sugar and ice personality , rich bitch , i just want to be loved , dainty little ballet dancers
S U M M A R Y
        the rothschildâs were the kind of family whose priorities were solely focused on their conglomerate, one that they had been building upon for generations. and while brynn and her siblings understood the magnitude of what their father did, it still didnât provide any respite to his lack of attention. their mother doted upon them, showering them in adoration that they cherished up until her passing. at first they thought their motherâs death might have been the bridge that would have finally brought them into their fatherâs world, but it instead became another chasm between them, one that none of them were able to cross.
    their younger years were spent together, only having each other to rely upon and for awhile that was enough. they thrived in their studies, making it a point to be at the top of their classes in the hopes that their father would acknowledge them if they were successful, even if the moment itself would be fleeting. but as more award ceremonies were missed and another ballet recital forgotten, brynn became the first one to lose faith in ever building a relationship with their father.
    her acts of attention-seeking rebellion started off tame, with her arriving way past curfew, knowing her father would be none the wiser regardless. but when her father began showing interest in the two eldest siblings, declan and claire, while still ignoring the rest of them, she began her steady spiral of descent. she attended parties throughout the week and never came home until well into the next day, always looking worse for wear. social gatherings began to pass in a haze as sheâd arrive intoxicated, always bordering on causing a scene until one of her siblings would pull her to the side to sober up. classes were ditched and her grades started to slip but it wasnât until she started hanging out with the wrong crowd that her father showed any signs of acknowledging her little rebellion.
    with a new crowd of people encouraging her, showering her in the attention she had craved her whole life, her spiral into drugs happened quick and fast, with her not caring enough to stop it. while her father wasnât aware about how far she had fallen, her siblings were and they attempted to stop the fast pace her life had taken on before sheâd inevitably crash. but unfortunately for them, crash she did.
    finally deciding to become somewhat involved with his daughterâs life, brynn was shipped off to a school for troubled youth, spending her remaining high school years there until she was finally able to apply to university. she was no longer competitive enough for her old dream schools, a fact that loomed over head as if it were a thundercloud, but after a discussion with her older sisters, she tried her hand at applying for abroad schools, realizing that they were probably right when they said a change of pace and new scenery would do her some good.
    the distance the atlantic ocean provided between her and her father was like nirvana for the blonde. no one in larnswick knew her and while they had zero expectations for her, she found it refreshing to be able to live a life where she wasnât aiming for somebodyâs acknowledgement. her accomplishments became her own and the new start left her developing a reputation for hedonism that fit well with the reputation of the avenue.
    while most of her rebellious actions were left behind in her teenage years, the charismatic persona brynn presents to the world is half fabricated and half reality. with a winsome and gregarious nature that left you wanting to listen to what she had to say, itâs easy to overlook her biting remarks when theyâre not directed towards you. lashing out became second nature whenever she felt cornered or like her control was slipping, remnants from a childhood of having to protect herself from the disappointment her father always brought her. selfish and needy, she has a tendency to seek affection and validation even if she wonât outright ask for it nor return it.
Q U I C KÂ F A C T S
chose to pursue political science bc homegirl is highkey power hungry af and a control freak and just rly wants to be a politician
probably focusing on international relations or sum
use to be an avid ballerina and probably posts tik toks of her teaching stretching tips and ways to increase flexibility or how to get better arches???? but also these tik tokâs probably donât show her face so ig no one would be none the wiser unless they watched her film them or something
god she craves attention sm and isnât above getting it through unsavory ways????
that girl who is always D O W N. want to take another shot? sure, sheâs with you. want to take a few more hits on a bong?? leggo. want to go on a spontaneous adventure at 3 am??? B E T.
that dramatic bitch who will answer the door in a silk robe looking like a wholeass widow who probably murdered her husband but acts nonchalant about it. idk how to describe the aesthetic but you know what iâm talking about with the wine glass in hand and everything
once shattered a chandelier from her familyâs home and posted a pic of it on instagram with some angsty caption and a black and white filter
probably the closest she ever got to having an emo phase lbr
that bitch who is always like ânot to be dramatic but....âÂ
also is the same dramatic bitch who WILL leave you threats ( or loving messages ) on your mirror in lipstick
grege 1947 by dior if weâre being specific
you can find her pinterest board here !!
i have a wip stats page here and a connection page here
also pls hmu to plot i am begging
#theflats:intro#god i'm sick so if this is delirious and trash that's partially it#but also my normal state is being a hot mess so that would explain it too sdfghjk
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Greasy Baby
Genre: fluff, greaser!hyuck
Word Count: 2.4k
A/N this au stems from some enlightening conversations with @cinanamon who is graciously allowing me to use some of her ideas, this oneâs for you bb ;))))
greaser!hyuck is...a lil shit to say the least
like ye heâs a handsome boi i mean,,,imagine him in a leather jacket,,,hair gelled back,,,yes pls
but he knows him and his group of bois (dreamies hello) are hot shit and heâs not afraid to show that he knows it
him and the dreamies are always seen cruising around town,,, harassing hollerin at the ladies from the inside of hyuckâs beat up mustang (is that a time period correct car??? idk and idc to look it up lol)
he never actually physically harasses anyone, itâs all fun and games (for them at least donât accept cat calling kids men ainât shit)
thereâs just...nothing else really for them to do around town
the only forms of entertainment come from the drive in theater and the soda shop that all the kids hang out at after school
he attends his local university since him and the gang come from a small town and didnât really care to leave or have the grades to go to a better school
and you...well you donât really know why you decided to attend a university in such a dinky little town
maybe itâs because you wanted a change of pace from the city, and maybe itâs because itâs your motherâs alma mater and you spent a few of your summers there
but somehow you find yourself at the school
the only problem is,,,everyone who attends the school grew up in the dumb town,,,meaning everyone already knows each other and has their friend groups and cliques
leaving you to fend for yourself and kind of live as an outsider
sure you make acquaintances in your classes but,,,itâs hard for you to make solid friends when everyone else already knows everything about everyone elseÂ
so youâve been living your life on campus, smiling at the acquaintances youâve made when you pass by them on the street, but you never really hang out with anyone after school
your sophomore year you got a job at the soda shop bc college ainât cheap and they were hiring
surprisingly enough you made close friends through the job, your coworkers went to the same uni as you and the clientele were also in some of your classes
so you began to actually go out more (when you werenât working obvi)
on day you were on campus walking to your next class and you saw one of said new friends
but while you were distracted with waving to them you bumped into someone and woop guess who????
you guessed it our boy hyuck with the rest of 00 line walking past
he was bouta pop off but then he sees itâs you the cute lil waitress from the soda shop that heâs lowkey seen around and been crushing on for a few months now
so when he sees you stuttering out an apology bc boi is brighter than the damn son and took your breath away
he just smirks and lets out a lil chuckle and just says âdonât worry about it sweetcheeksâ with a wink and then heâs off
you stand there for a moment in shock bc like obvi you know who he is even if youâve only been around a few years who tf doesnât know hyuck and co
and ofc your friends all saw and were like...b donât even worry about it he just be like that sometimes ya know
and youâre like yea u right and forget about the whole encounter
but guess who doesnât ohohoho itâs mister lee donghyuck himself he be thinking about it the rest of the day bc wow youâre even prettier up close huh
and the rest of dream are like...mmhmm ok mr. lee not sus at all weâre on. to. you.
so guess where hyuck ever so casually zooms off to after his classes are over????
oh boy you guessed it right off to the soda shop but oomph poor bb youâre not actually working that day and bb is sad :(((( meanwhile his boys are just laughing at him bc omg hyuck is so w hi p pe d
so now bb is going to the shop every moment he can until!!! finally!!! youâre working again god bless!!!
as soon as he sees youâre working baby sits bolt up right and starts fixing his slicked back hair that he had totally not been running his hands through out of nerves
the other boys werenât there bc??? they have better places to be than at the soda shop for the 50000 time that day even though chenle and jisung had been there earlier just to laugh at him
but now holy shit youâre coming over and you look so cute in the dumb poodle skirt they make you wear as a uniform with your hair placed in a high ponytail
meanwhile youâre sw e a t i n g bc shit itâs hyuck and heâs still a handsome ass boy and you have to serve his table n ow f u c k
so you sidle on over and give him your usual spiel asking what heâd like to order n shit
and this boy omf remember when i said he was annoying?
well yea he fucking goes âare you on the menu bc Iâd certainly like to have a piece of youâ
and youâre like...boy tf oh my god i want to SLAP himÂ
but you grin through it like ha ha...funny ok...our specials for today are...
hyuck ainât listening anymore bc heâs busy mentally kicking himself bc??? really hyuck??? youâre trying to make her like you wtf were you t h in k i ng
so he just points at some random thing on the menu, his head hanging in shame
and yea youâd think it was cute if he hadnât just gotten on your damn nerves
but, alas, you have to continue serving the boy who had ordered literally just a fried egg but you know who were you to judge
he eats the egg rather quickly and then just...sits there...not doing anything...and you donât know what to do like you canât kick him out he did order something and itâs not particularly busy
meanwhile hyuckâs head is spinning trying to think of how to woo you after completely embarrassing himself earlier
after like an hour passes you head over to him, ready to ask him again if he wants anything else to eatÂ
but as soon as you get to him he jolts upright scaring the shit out of you and heâs like fuck sorry i didnât mean to scare youÂ
and youâre like itâs fine now seriously do you want anything else-
but he cuts you off and suddenly...lee donghyuck?? is grabbing onto your hand??? and rapidly apologizing to you for being so Gross earlier
you gotta shake the boy off of you and honestly,,,heâs really endearing like aw heâs so embarrassed what a bb
when you get out of his grip youâre like bro itâs ok tbh i get much worse all the time
suddenlt hyuck is ready to f i g ht like who tf??? i will square upÂ
in your head youâre like,,,bitch ik you catcall donât even try...but in reality youâre like mmmhmm sure ok you couldnât hurt a damn fly
hyuck is angery now like wdym im tough >:( donât you see my leather jacket and cool hair and car???
and you,,,oh you little reader pat lee donghyuckâs fUCkiNg head and now he is blushing oooooh
in a smol voice he asks for his check and leaves you a v generous tip despite your protests
and by that time his confidence seems to come back bc he winks and tells you heâll be back
you giggle and give him a lil wave bc...wow lee donghyuck is just a cute shy lil bb hehe
and now hyuck is coming in every day,,,sometimes with his boys,,,sometimes alone but no matter what heâs always sure to, in a respectful manner, flirt with you and chat you up while dream just look on in amusement bc, again, hyuck is wh i p p e d
yâall just kinda...live like that for a few weeks but itâs v clear to e v er y body that there is shit going down between the two of you
like at this point hyuckâs hanging around campus with you too so like,,,everyone and their mother knows at this point bc,,,like i said earlier,,,everyone in this damn town knows everything about everyone
so yaâll are stagnant, hyuck flirting, you laughing and sometimes flirting back
until one day ohhh boy thereâs a new boul in town and he is not ashamed at all
and by that i mean heâs the biggest fucking asshole to ever step foot in the town, thinking heâs hot shit and everybody wants him when everyone hates his g u t s
and this boy has been hanging around the shop, livin his life, waiting for his moment to strike
but uh oh he made a mistake bc the first person he attempts to come on to...is you
and hyuck has been there bc he knows this guy has been hanging around and he wants to keep an eye on you his girl
it was a good thing too bc... this boul is going all out
tugging lightly at your skirt when you come to take his order while he uses the same cringy line hyuck used on you that first day
and hyuck knows youâre a big girl who can handle herself which you make very clear by firmly rejecting him with a smile plastered across your face
but...boy does not and will not let up
and youâre getting more and more frustrated and hyuck can tell esp when you keep throwing exasperated looks in his direction w the occasional eye roll
he would laugh but heâs too busy trying not to flip his shit
until boy fuckin just goes to grab your ass and you immediately move back, ready to reprimand him
but all thoughts are brushed aside when a loud crash sounds followed by heavy footsteps
hyucky had stood up so harshly that his chair had fallen over but he hadnât even bothered to fix it bc he immediately stormed over to you, loosely wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you into his sideÂ
he is m a d like you thought he couldnât fight before but now he looks like he could rip a guys head off and you lowkey find it hot but thatâs not whatâs important right now
the guy is like oh woops sorry bro didnât know she was taken but hyuck is not having it going off about how you shouldnât treat anyone like that period no matter if theyâre in a relationship or not
and yes hyuck and his friends had been the same way a few months before but meeting you changed his way of thinking and his friends as well
bc the idiots had never had any female acquaintances before but now they have you and youâre like a sister to them except for hyuck obvi bc heâs in looove
anyway back to the matter at hand i swear i keep going on tangents soz
you have to calm hyuck down before he actually punches this guy in the nose and the guy throws some money on the table before booking it out of there bc heâs high key scared rn lol puddy
your boss comes out and is like...yâall good? and youâre like uhhh yea mind if i talk to him for a minute? n heâs like ya sure whatever
so you pull hyuck over to a back room and youâre like,,,bro,,,wtf you good now??
but hyuck is on a roll now and just flat out says âiâve liked you for a while now so will you do me the honor of being my gf?â
you ??? for a second before snapping himself out of it and youâre like ??? hell yea boi tf???
so now yâall are dating woo!!!
he makes sure to come to the shop whenever youâre working
at first he even would miss classes but you were not gonna have that oh no education comes first kids >:(((
and he was like ugh ok fine but he always managed to get other dreamies to be there when he couldnât just so he knows youâre ok :(((
you get really close with the other dreamies tho so now youâre all one happy family
even when hyuck isnât at your shift he makes sure to pick you up afterwards
waiting outside, leaning against his beat up mustang âŚleather jacket onâŚwaiting for you to come outâŚand when you walk up to him he grabs you by the waistâŚpressing a chaste kiss to your foreheadâŚbefore opening the door for youâŚdriving off to who knows whereâŚbut neither of you care as long as youâre togetherâŚ
sometimes you go to the drive in and cuddle up in the backseat making out for the duration of the movie hehe
you climb onto his lap and sometimes you can hear the people in the next car wooping and hyuck just gives them the finger before bringing his hand back to settle on the back of your thigh
ahem anyways enough of that
other times you just,,, drive around,,, windows down,,, blasting music and laughing,,, just living your life as two college students should hyuckâs hand resting on your thigh shhhh
you always stop at the same dingy diner thatâs hidden away on some side road
(shout out to steph for this next part love you bb uwu)
and hyuck always rummages through his pockets for change to buy you a drink, even when you say he doesnât have to and you know he doesnât always have the most money he says he wants to
trips to the diner are always followed by sunset drives where you have to remind him to watch the road bc he finds it so much fun to smiles t you and try to kiss you while driving and you scold him that heâs going to die one day, him saying itâs better to live hard, die young
#sorry my philly slang poked through a lil bit there#i hope this was greaser-esque enough i feel like it wasn't really#oh well haha#i miss hyucky :(#also i am workin gon college mark i promise#nct imagine#nct fluff#nct au#haechan imagine#haechan au#haechan fluff#donghyuck imagine#nct dream imagine#nct 127 imagine
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Notes on Gender, Ethnicity, and Culture
At the heart of the etoneki conflict/drama is nothing more than culture clash.
Eto may be amazing at studying others and have replicated humanity well enough to be a respected author among humans without anyone finding any clues to her ghoul nature, not even Haise in RE: - but she is still someone who was raised by ghouls. Her base nature is as a ghoul, from the 24th ward specifically. Naturally, thereâs going to be some confusion between her and Kaneki, who was raised by humans.
But that leaves the good good question of what those differences should be. Clearly, some should be tiny, but there NEED to be huge misunderstandings bc I live for that kind of drama. Also, itâs a slowburn, so. thatâs how it is.
this is long, and tagged for spoilers for a good reason. nothing specific, but if u like being surprised by the plot in ur grapefruit, go no further as of chapter 5
1) Ghouls have ABO while humans do not. Sure, there was a decently long time where Kaneki lived among ghouls, but can u picture early chapter Touka willingly sitting him down and giving the birds and the bees and the grasshoppers and also the spiders Talk? I think not. Maybe Kouma? Itori would. Like, theyâd both kill him dead with it, but they would. And knowing the contexts within another culture doesnât mean that you have assimilated those words/concepts to your own yourself, or that you actually know every single social detail, especially as it applies to others.
...but Eto does. And human gender/sexuality is fairly simple on the whole, except when it isnât, so she has a leg up on him there.
plus, the way I have the ABO structured, it makes a bit more sense for him to be less aware of it, since his gender, as perceived by ghouls, is the most privileged one. Especially since its associated with deliberate power gain, which he totally played into during the later half of the first TG, so it would be a natural assumption for ghouls to make that he understood that he was acting exactly as his gender is socially expected to. and in a way that would socially cement his powerful omega status.
Tsukiyama would totally say something about it, since with the whole affluent family thing heâd probably be very aware of gender and social dynamics, but anything shuu says can be followed by âand he called me a cabbage in French last week, so okay shuu, whatever poetics âomegaâ means to u, go ahead, have your fun buddy.â Banjou, who was involved with Rize, would be too worried about offending him or making it embarrassing to say anything. and as a ghoul even lower than shuu, heâd be super conservative about getting up in an omegaâs business. It would just be this ambiguous open secret that everyone but Kaneki is totally, painfully aware of. the gasmask trio find this hilarious. Hina is a wee bab whose parent was a doctor for ghouls, so she just accepts her big bro as is.
so thereâs etoâs expectations to be basically an underling to someone powerful as a normal, comfortable relationship dynamic, pitted against kanekiâs human-embedded inclination toward monogamy and not something that feels like weird bdsm domination stuff. they each are expecting a certain treatment from one another, and not getting it. eto feels neglected, since he isnât all in her business and allowing her to settle in the shadow of his power and just ride things out, and kaneki, with only human expectations for sex, gender, and whatever the hell just happened, expects the worst from her as the âââmaleâââ in the relationship who manipulated him.
the conflict is that neither happens.
all of the power is on his side of the court, but in human terms, it feels like the opposite - vis a vis, human misogyny and all the horrible expectations for a sex and reproduction based marriage system that go along with that.
which is why iâve inverted all that to make myself feel better :)
2) i kicked knots out bc idk about that business, but there have to be other physical differences. there have to be, or its boring. and then again, since both are hybrids, what should either have?
iâve decided eto will have all physical differences or a learned equivalent due to ghoul socialization, while kaneki should have none but whatever was forced on him through his kakuhou - ie, pheromone stuff, but nothing more.
ghouls can purr, bc i am weak to that shit. Kaneki is aware of this. itâs just a Thing that they do. heâs read to Hina and sheâs fallen asleep purring before and it was adorable. irimi purrs very quietly when she cleans things. uta is a purr machine when he makes masks, and it knocks yomo out unless heâs drunk, then he just purrs like a truck engine from the floor near utaâs desk for three hours. touka hasnât purred since ayato left
eto purrs when sheâs satisfied with her writing flow, which is one of the main reasons she prefers to work alone in her apartment and keep shiono out. otherwise, she doesnât mind company. she also purrs when happy, like most ghouls. kaneki does not. i can site Haiseâs RC scan on this: since he never took damage to the throat, he never had a chance to heal âmore ghoulâ in that area.
so the exchange of a happy eto, deeply content with their uneasy peace, purring to express such delight, meets a blank wall that doesnât agree. her social expression of happiness clashes up against kaneki only maybe leaning toward physical affection and being quiet. he can understand that she is happy, and she can understand that he canât respond in the same way, but the dynamics of their relationship make her doubt her actions and get instinctually afraid of doing something wrong and upsetting someone much more powerful than her who also decides if she is allowed to reproduce with him or not. and stops purring and gets unsettled. kaneki is only confused and maybe she doesnât like being touched? time to touch less. oh no, she did do Something Wrong and now omega is mad at her!! interpersonal drama escalates on both sides >:3c
ghouls have great night vision. kaneki also does and you know why. youve read the series. full ghouls have tapetum lucidum in both eyes, but eto only has it in her single ghoul eye. her vision is unbalanced in the dark but due to her learning to compensate for the slight reduction in light capture on one side she gets by just fine. it also parallels nicely with arimaâs poor eyesight and learning to compensate for it.
ghouls are crepuscular while humans are diurnal, but this doesnât matter since neither of etoneki know what a sleep schedule is. and the 24th ward doesnât experience day/night cycles, so they have their own issues with sleeping when safe, do not sleep when not safe.
ghouls tend toward pack structure, but not in a rigid way where there can only be one omega/powerful ghoul per unit. as long as everybody gets along personally, its fine. omega donât see each other as competition. alpha toss themselves at their feet without prompting. theyâre not a scarce resource. alpha donât even really fight over omega unless completely affected by heat and rut cycles and unable to grasp the concept of maybe next time. but even that is rare, mostly only those who are jealous as a person attempt this. if alpha fight over an omega and one wins, the omega might just kill them for taking away some of their prospects, or might be impressed by the show of strength. or annoyed by it, bc they want weak underlings. depends on the person. (eto is more than a bit possessive, at least for his first heat.)
more on this point as i think of it.
3)Â I havenât specified kanekiâs personal gender identity for a reason. that reason is that iâm not sure what direction i want to go. this is strictly for maman, not Sugar, which is trans girl Sasako forever. for this piece of feti/sh garbage? whom knows! (I know. and until word of god says otherwise - iâm god - every character is trans.)
but really, thereâs options. and i love them all.
A) kaneki was trans all along. hide is best bi bud. aunt was a bitch, but nothing worse than canon since he was closeted at the time, although he doubly prepared to never speak to her again. (true neutral)
B) woke up a ghoul and with new parts. why believe a species change but not a sex change, eh? heightens the early game confusion and search for id as a person whose major ids have changed against his will. (lawful neutral)
C) gradual transformation. like how he came into his strength as a ghoul slowly. read a doujin like this once. was okay. quality art, big titties, 8/10. ngl would read the sequel. (Perhaps I am writing the sequel? arenât we all just chasing our Brands across the lonely internet, hopping from one computer virus to the next? maybe u die reading hentai, or u live long enough to see urself post to ao3.) (chaotic neutral)
D) heals himself a new set of parts due to intense damage. see the haise RC chart, which has a ton of pathways around the hips/torso area. parallels with cutting eto in half?? (also lawful neutral)
E) started happening as a transformation when etoâs pheromones triggered his heat cycle for the first time. boy would he be pissed at her X2 lmao (lawful evil)
F) transformation during #240 time due to losing all memory and only having instinct to structure his body with, and just enough RC pathways to make a hormone based transformation possible. Chiba would have had a field day, but also would have torn out his horrible bowl cut in confusion. get rekt bud. not even #240 knows wtf goin on (neutral evil)
G) maybe he just wanted a vag! thought about that?? learns he is supposed to be able to manipulate his flesh like his kagune, which he is canonically great at, and just Goes For It. it works. he is a strong, dependent idiot who donât need no dick. (iconic)
H) same as above, but thatâs just what Haise does when he has the reigns. looks deep into his pastless self and asks âdo i have to put up with this cis nonsense? not today.â (chaotic iconic)
I) it happens suddenly when he activates his kakuja for the first time. queer the monster transformation u wish to see in the world. just. so confused. but also thereâs Guilt to be felt about banjou and amon and such, so thatâs back burner. (chaotic evil)
okay, so in like fifteen minutes i was able to name 9 perfect opportunities for ishida to carry though the motif of 1)iding with female ghouls 2)paralleling with canon trans man mutsuki 3)litcherally having a female ghoul organ donation fiasco 4)being associated with vacillating between masculine yang and feminine yin black/white 5)having a narrative that revolved around accepting his body and learning to find his own strength and id that is different than what he was born with - but coward ishida stopped sixty miles short of the mark. fool. I Cannot Feast Upon Crumbs, Sir. Sir, You Have Given Me Airplane Peanuts For Supper. Sir, I Am Starving And Antagonistic At Best.
(i shouldnât call him a coward. three huge series magically having the same Wife And Kids ending all during the time shinzou abe is in office? probably not a coincidence. hope they got a good payout for it. iâd sell out for that $$$ too tbh)
eto is just an alpha. her human social id is a Normal Human Female Who Is Totally Cis and Straight for maximum social acceptance and ease of integration, but thatâs only her mask. her personal id is an alpha, which is cis by ghoul standards, and she uses she/her pronouns bc she feels like it. she has the power to id as above alpha, but she enjoys the social invisibility it gives her, since she can blend in the background whereever and noone looks at her presumably weak ass twice. like chie, but for nefarious purposes.
....does that make her the equivalent of a ghoul feminist? iâm getting Too Deep
4) the wards can be isolated and far apart, and its been explored in canon with the Three Blades family and the white suites - congrats u 2 - and ghoul organizations that have a home ward having distinct cultural differences from one another. small ethnic groups and isolated diaspora? natives? subset?? of whatever the 24th ward ghouls - sorry, tokyo humans - are.
this sort of thing is only tangentially related to kaneki. if someone with a texas accent teaches someone to speak english, that person will have that accent, whether theyâv ever been to texas or not. so he has some of the social mannerisms of a 20th ward ghoul, but generally still has a lot of ingrained human attributes to confuse them.
5) iâm still fascinated by the half finished thought about there are just some ghouls who become binge eaters in canon. like Rize wasnât special for it. I think shinohara mentioned this?? but. it makes sense. general food insecurity, lack of permanent social support, total oppression, absurd power levels, plenty of humans to take it out on...ye.
and kaneki has the kakuhou of an adult binge eater. thereâs cool hints of the kakuhou being parasitic, so a mature one would def fall into the biological fulfillment of binge eating for strength and carry that genetic knowledge into a new host. and from there, it would induce cravings, serotonin reward systems, and all that good stuff to get what its come to like.... like, mayhaps, a cordycepts? ;)
well, iâve put âbinge eaterâ down as just a general omega trait, since it feels authentic to do so, so weâll see what i do with this in the future. i will also see, since i too am ignorant of my own self. what will my horny subconscious do next? i am usually the last to know.
anyway,
peace
#maman#tg:re#tokyo ghoul#spoilers#tg analysis#i just keep tossing into the void#for fun#sadly not for profit#my fanfiction#abo#ghoul culture#ideas#notes to self#etoneki#eto yoshimura#kaneki ken#on the citrus scale#this is#grapefruit#i think??#also#lemon#etoken
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