#because the both of them STOPPED believing in whatever they used to believe in due to circumstances
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Realizing the CrossDust congregation is so seperated/disjoined to a point we all call the same ship different names. I've seen some call it Xcutioner, someone also call it Apostasy, I've also seen it being called Ebonfall? Which were all beautiful names... Befitting for CrossDust....
I think that we all also interpret CrossDust differently. And I think it's a good and fun thing. There's no standard/mediocre way to do CrossDust. Like how they may struggle with who they areâ we, too, are on the journey of self discovery with them. Because we are special individuals who see the world differently from each other.
#i personally use CrossDust for recognizability#so whenever mentioned people just went OHH CROSSDUST!!#i think than dust also struggles with like what his purpose is in general#it's difficult for him to imagine what his life would be life after the human is stopped#both him and cross are victims of a 'greater force' who they used to believe in#except that Dust makes a choice and Cross lacks that choice#which is why i really like the name apostasy for them#because the both of them STOPPED believing in whatever they used to believe in due to circumstances#whoever came up with Apostasy...... ily đ€#maybe I should just also create my own name for them#rebellion duo#<- i came up with this on the spot lmao xd no i just thought the word is cool there's no underlying meaning in it#idk why i'm just sentimental tonight like..... CrossDust really means that much to me#and im sure it means a lot to others too#it's special to us in its own way#CrossDust#cross x dust#dust x cross#dsevalyappuccino#MAYBE I SHOULD SLEEP#yeah true yawns i should
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SFW 𣿠GOJO, GETO, SHOKO: âSOMEONE NEWâ
nothing complicated i just miss sashisu like a mfer and needed a childhood friend to college pipeline with them. this healed something in me (cw: not separate pairings, language, some angst, drinking, modern au, f/afab!reader with she pronouns, flirty)
you first kiss satoru on a soccer field when you are ten, grass littered uniforms and scraped knees disregarded by the scowls on both your faces â one due to his third penalty in this match, yours due to the drink he just dumped out of your hand (and.. the fact that he kissed you in the bleachers in front of the entire school, as the ball flies into the outfield). total accident, he claims.
you first kiss suguru as a thank you for tutoring you through midterms the spring of your second year, in the janitorâs closet while nanami gets dresscoded on the other side of the door. you end up making out till the bell rings, wait for the halls to be empty to leave. caught up in the moment, he says.
you first kiss shoko at her doorstep a day before graduation, both completely shitfaced after utahime fake id-ed two cases of vodka cranberry and had to finish it before her parents got home. she nearly is expelled the next morning, manages to dodge it somehow. shoko âdoesnât rememberâ one bit.
you havenât talked to any of them since you drove away from the ceremony, gown and cap sat quietly on the dash of your car, acceptance letter folded in the glove box. you havenât kissed anyone this year.
itâs not like you havenât tried dating. blind dates, dates that picked you up at bars, dates that sparked messy roommate situations. and yet.. you didnât kiss any of them. or anything else, for that matter.
has it really been that long?
when satoru finds out you all live in the same dormitory this year, he adds you to a groupchat and drops the address to a new dive bar down the block. all of them are convinced, except you.
you leave them on read.
itâs not like you donât want to go. the idea of seeing them again makes your fingers twitch against your phone screen, hovering over the buttons, rereading the stupid little salute emoji satoru sent in. suguru thumbs-upped the text. shoko left it on delivered, though you know sheâll probably show up anyway.
you donât reply. youâre busy. youâve outgrown whatever this was, and youâre a different person now. when you drove away from that ceremony without saying goodbye, you did it on purpose.
..right? right.
so you go to bed early, phone facedown, volume off.
the next morning, thereâs a photo in the chat: a blurry, overexposed mess of neon lights and moving figures, captioned you were supposed to be here, loser. satoru, obviously. you ignore it.
then comes another. this time from suguru. a selfie. well, almost. more like half of his face and most of shokoâs, her head thrown back laughing. heâs smirking at the camera, holding up a drink, the words we ordered you one anyway typed underneath.
you hate how easy it is for them to pick up where they left off. how the years apart donât seem to mean anything to them.
you chalk it up to fomo, but really, you miss them.
the groupchat lies dormant for a while. the first time you run into one of them in person, itâs not satoru. itâs not suguru, either.
two days later, at the corner store down the street.
she spots you before you see her. your name slips out of her mouth like a habit, before she can stop it.
âavoiding me?â
you grab a bottle of water from the fridge, letting the cold plastic bite into your palm. âIâm busy,â you say, because itâs easier than the truth.
shoko hums like she doesnât quite believe you, grabbing a pack of cigarettes off the shelf. she looks the same. a little older, a little sharper around the edges, but still so unexplainably her.
the same girl who used to steal sips from your drinks when you werenât looking, who let you sleep on her floor when you fought with your parents, who kissed you once and never mentioned it again.
âweâre going out again this weekend,â she says, tucking the cigarettes into her left pocket. âif you donât show, satoruâs gonna start getting.. creative.â
you raise an eyebrow. âcreative?â
shoko smirks as her receipt prints. âhe has your number. the real one, not the one you muted us on.â
your stomach sinks.
âsee you there,â she walks off before you can argue.
you spend the next few days pretending youâre not thinking about it.
which is stupid, of course you are. you think about it while youâre in class, rereading the same paragraph in your textbook without absorbing a single word. you think about it when youâre cooking dinner, zoning out so hard that the pasta overboils and hisses against the stove, licks at the countertop.
then comes saturday night, right as youâre about to convince yourself for real that you arenât going-
satoru calls you.
not a text. not a meme in the group. a full fledged, obnoxious phone call.
you hesitate before answering. which, in hindsight, is your first mistake. your second is actually picking up.
âhiii, stranger.â his voice is syrupy sweet, every syllable stretched out, âyou know, if you were gonna go witness protection on us, you couldâve at least left a goodbye letter.â
you pinching the bridge of your nose. âsatoru-â
âdonât âsatoruâ me. do you have any idea how tragic it was last time? suguru had to drink your cocktail for you. he was fucking devastated.â
you hear a low, amused hum in the background.
âI was fine.â
âno, he wasnât,â satoru continues. âhe stared into space all night. contemplated existence. it was dark.â
thereâs a muffled sound, like someone smacking him in the arm. shoko, youâre guessing.
you exhale, dragging a hand down your face. itâs annoying â it is â because itâs unfair. itâs unfair that they can just pick up where they left off while youâre still stuck at a finish line, pretending you canât.
and maybe thatâs why, instead of hanging up, you say, âwhere is this place?â
satoru gasps like youâve just confessed your undying love to him. âohhh, now youâre interested?â
âI didnât say I was coming,â you argue, but you can already hear the grin in his voice.
âsure, sure,â he says. âtexting you the address now. see you soon, sweetheart.â
he hangs up before you can protest. your phone buzzes a second later.
the final straw is a venmo request.
$5 for your absence. we took a vote.
you 9:58 PM: i hate all of you suguru 9:58 PM: so youâll be there? you 10:00 PM: maybe suguru 10:00 PM: thatâs not a nooo
you cave.
you arrive twenty minutes late, hoping the extra time will take the edge off. it doesnât.
the bar is exactly what you expect â sticky tables, health violations, music that tells you to stay away (nickelback). you spot them immediately, because.. well. some things donât change.
you hover in the doorway longer than you should, debating leaving, until satoru glances up.
his grin is blinding. âholy shit.â
three pairs of eyes snap to you.
you exhale through your nose. too late now.
satoru waves you over like youâre a lost dog. âget over here, exile. thought weâd need a search party.â
you roll your eyes but make your way to the table, slipping into the seat next to shoko.
âhilarious,â you deadpan, the words coming out lighter than you mean them to.
suguru pushes a drink toward you. âpre-ordered.â
a wrinkle forms between your brows. âwhat is it?â
âwho cares?â shoko scoffs. âjust drink.â
you hesitate for half a second. then you grab the glass.
satoruâs grin widens. âthatâs my girl.â
you pretend the warmth in your chest is just the alcohol. it burns in your throat, but in the way that reminds you of being sixteen and reckless: bad decisions made on good nights.
âyou look good,â suguru says, studying you.
you donât know how to answer that, so you just shrug. ânot so bad yourself.â
âobviously,â satoru interjects, stretching his arms over the back of the booth, effectively trapping you and shoko in. âwe age like fine wine.â
shoko exhales smoke directly into his face. he doesnât flinch.
âyouâre a nuisance,â she says.
âyou love me,â he counters.
you should feel out of place. you should feel like an outsider looking in, like some unwelcome visitor. itâs been years. yet.. the moment you sat down, every available inch of space is by default, the way it should be. almost like you never left.
âso,â satoru drawls, drumming his fingers against the table. âwhatâs the deal? you hate us now?â
you blink. âwhat?â
âyou vanished after graduation.â he says it simply, a fact, a puzzle piece heâs been turning over in his hands for years. âI mean, I get it. Iâd leave them too if I had the choice.â he gestures towards the other two. âbut me?â he gawks. ârude.â
suguru huffs a laugh. âspeak for yourself.â
you pick at the rim of your glass, salt flaking between your pointer and thumb. âI didnât ..vanish.â
âno? then what would you call it?â
you swallow. the words are on the tip of your tongue, but you donât know how to say them. that after the ceremony, after all the hugs and the drunken promises to stay in touch, you sat in your car for an hour and felt nothing. that leaving wasnât some big, dramatic decision â it just happened.
a door closing. a chapter ending.
satoru is looking at you, suguru is watching, shoko is waiting, and suddenly, you donât want to say anything at all.
âI wanted a new start,â you lie instead, but no one calls you out on it.
satoru somehow lets it go. âwell. youâre here now.â
and just like that, the moment passes. the conversation shifts, and so does the night.
shoko orders another round. suguru leans in, asks about your job, your apartment, the details of your life that theyâve missed. satoru interrupts every three minutes with commentary, and by the time youâre halfway through your second drink, youâre laughing, really laughing, and you realize, with a strange sort of ache, that you havenât in a long time.
itâs late when you finally leave. satoru slings an arm over your shoulder like heâs been doing it every day for the past four years, and you donât push him off.
âdonât be a stranger this time,â suguru calls out before heading off in the opposite direction.
shoko kisses your cheek. âwelcome back.â
you donât respond. but as you make your way home, satoruâs warmth still lingering against your skin, you think maybe this time â youâll stay.
satoru 3:04 AM: since weâre all back together now satoru 3:04 AM: should we address the elephant in the room? shoko 3:10 AM: tf are you on satoru 3:11 AM: you know. how weâve all kissed her

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#romy is 5km away and lonely!#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk#jjk scenarios#jjk imagines#satoru gojo x reader#shoko x reader#geto x reader#suguru geto#jjk shoko#jjk geto#jjk gojo#gojo x reader#sashisu
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You know, I think this ending would have been slightly less of a fucking disappointment if the heroes hadn't been so unfairly favored by Horikoshi compared to the villains. I mean, seriously
Deku destroys every bone in his body multiple times throughout the story and is warned that if he continues, he'll permanently lose the use of his limbs ? Everything's fine, his body's just got used to being reduced to a bloody pulp somehow so there's no consequences for him. In fact even when he literally loses his arms to Shigaraki, he gets them back two minutes later thanks to Eri because guess what ? Her horn still works even when cut off from her body. How convenient.
Gran Torino gets his ribcage obliterated by Shigaraki ? Don't worry guys, he'll survive that despite his old age and injuries, and this to have no particular role in the plot afterwards.
Bakugo dies heroically trying to buy time before Deku arrives ? Lmao, did you really believe it ?? No of course not, Edgeshot just uses his last-minute Deus Ex Machina to save his life at the cost of his own and- Oops nope he's fine too, my bad !
Hawks murders a criminal fleeing for his life in cold-blood ? The best Hori has to offer is him completely free and in charge of the HSPC.
And no, losing his quirk isn't a real consequence for him because not only it literally played a major part in saving the world with Vestige!Hawks raising an insurrection among AFO's quirks, but also because his quirk has always been the element through which people exploited him.
Endeavor abused his family for years and completely destroyed his eldest son ? No jail time and no media backlash for that, the only blame he received was due to the heroes' failure to stop the League during the Raid Arc.
And don't even get me started on this bs about facing hell or whatever for what he's done : He's literally free and wealthy ; he has Rei, Fuyumi, Shoto, his sidekicks and Hawks on his side ; and all the difficulties he's apparently going to suffer are off-screened.
Deku had to sacrifice OFA and his future hero career to save the world ? Guess what, Bakugo invested all his time and money to make him an Iron-Man suit and now he can still be a hero with everyone else.
There are plenty more examples of this but I think you get the idea. Now let's take a look at the villains' ending :

Toya is now a piece of charcoal kept artificially alive for the few years he has left, unable to move a finger, and whose few minutes a day during which he can stay awake will be spent talking to his father who abused him as a child.
Toga, a literal teenager, killed herself to save Ochako and because she knew it's still better than rotting at Tartarus her whole life.
And not only did she die but she did by bleding to death. Let me repeat for those who have trouble grasping what I've just said : In a manga where the heroes can survive having their heart blown to bits, being impaled Kakyoin-style or smashed against buildings like a fly on a windshield, one of the main antagonists died of a fucking hemorrhageâŠ
As for Shigaraki, after learning that his very birth and all the tragedies of his life have been orchestrated by AFO, after all this development and narrative promises about him being saved in the end... Deku just kills him.
Because despite all his speeches about saving him, it seems like the best our MC could do was beating him both physically and mentally until he crumbles to dustâŠ
Compress on his side is apparently locked up for life and kept alive by machines too.
A begging Kurogiri tried in a desperate attempt to save Shigaraki, only to be unceremoniously blown up by Bakugo and dying off-screen without anyone giving a shit, including Aizawa and Mic.
And Spinner will now spend the rest of his life struggling with the extra quirks inside him that affect his body and mind, while having to cope with the thought that his boyfriend best friend and companions have either died alone or are locked away for life in horrifying circumstances.
Clearly not the same as with the heroes...
Now don't get me wrong, even if they suffered just as much from the consequences of their actions or the plot as the League, this ending would still be a disaster in terms of writing but AT LEAST it wouldn't reek that much of hypocrisy.
#bnha spoilers#bnha 430#bnha#mha 430#bnha epilogue#endeavor#enji todoroki#izuku midoriya#tomura shigaraki#jin bubaigawara#toga himiko#shuichi iguchi#kurogiri#dabi#touya todoroki#hawks#takami keigo#league of villains#bnha meta#my hero academia
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Yan! Mafia Ringleader x GN Reader
What? I'm sick of these classic Mafia husbands trope yet we all know damn well that part of us is digging real deep into it. So allow me to hand you one of my Mafia OCs.
One of the nation's biggest threats has yet to be your lover, wagging his imaginary tail as he rested his face on your lap. We are so desensitized to how immoral a mafia is due to the romanticization of it to the point you just straight up ignore all his crimes!
Because of his work, the two of you can't really have a private date somewhere out there. Sure the bodyguards are not in sight but you know better than to think that they are not lurking around to keep you both safe from his rivals.
"Won't you gimme a smooch'aroo?" "... In front of your men?" "*Pouts* Pretty please?"
You love it when he throws all cold facades away and shifts himself into a touch-starved puppy! Who would have known this guy just sent one of his enemies their men's heads as a lingering threat to not exert themselves~
While your lover is not involved in the human trafficking side, it doesn't justify his actions for being the largest drug dealer in this nation. Whatever type you are looking for, junkies, he has it all stored for you, with a price of course.
But if you are a junkie reader then he'd be quite worried. You see, he may be dealing drugs but that doesn't mean he's doing drugs. He likes nicotine but would rather not indulge himself in yet another addiction okay? And that goes the same way to you! Please stop it.
And may I tell you that Kaspar enjoys ranting to you about how his day(s) has been, how he wants you to comfort him as you praise him for surviving yet another day? Empty plates are not filled with him just sitting around and he has to fight every day to not remind himself of the old days?
"Oh yes, have my beloved eaten? You are not going through another silly diet, right? Trust me, food is meant to be enjoyed and not over-calculated!"
There are also times he'd rant non-stop about this certain lawyer that he's working with. Of how one of the nation's biggest threats, has been reduced into an errand boy for his spouse! Can you believe that, babe?
Overall Rating? 9/10. Where did the 1 one go to? Your dead friend that insulted you and his punishments. Ehe.
Look, he has a problem with people who dare to look down on him and you, he has grown up in a rather unfortunate background in which he fights teeth and nails to break free so how DARE someone patronize him or you?
Yeah, it sounds romantic but not so cute when it's your literal bestie. He spares no mercy in how he deals with them too, the only mercy he's offering is one chance and nothing more.
Another dark side of him would be his... punishment. Ehe. Due to his upbringing as a ringleader, he is used to disciplining his men, rough. Sure he doesn't give you the same punishment as he does to his men but that doesn't mean it saves you from how unpleasant it is.
The worst punishment that wrenches his heart would be making you skip breakfast, lunch, and dinner! He doesn't have the heart to but he has to! (Honestly, in your opinion, there is literally worse punishment than this, not gonna name it.)
Yeah he is a Beelzebub at heart (Gluttony)
#Kaspar the Drug Lord#LIfE Project#Yandere x Reader#x GN Reader#Yandere Imagines#Yandere Headcanons#Yandere Scenarios
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So, according to Damian, his dad stopped the war... very interesting,,, very interesting indeed.
It's a small line, but it says a lot about Damian, his values, and why he looks up to his father. Damian, likely with a limited understanding of politics, believes that his father was responsible for at least the end of the war. Whether or not that is true (to be addressed later), it still helps to clarify why he would look up to such an "evil" man.
Donovan has long had the reputation of being a war mongerer, and Damian is essentially the only character who has anything remotely positive to say about him. It's clear that the reason Damian idolizes his father is because he doesn't really know who his father is. As a result, he idolizes his father based solely on action, not ideology.
And this is where it gets interesting. Damian looking up to his father for stopping the war means that to Damian, the heroic thing to do in this situation is to stop the war. This implies that Damian is, of course, anti-war.
This also indicates that despite his open adoration for his father, no one actually talks to him about him. He only has second-hand information that he was left to interpret by himself; drawing the faulty conclusion that his father stopped the war.
Damian doesn't know his father. He knows a very vague and disjoint version of him. Most of he loves probably isn't even true, and it's just things he projected onto his father to fill the gaps. At his core, he wants to love his father and therefore will find any reason to.
This helps to better explain the disconnect between him and his family. Demetrius is old enough to know and understand his father's role and beliefs with regard to war, and for that reason, he looks down on him. Melinda knew her husband, but at some point, he changed in such a way that he is borderline unrecognizable. With that change comes fear and distrust.
Now for the big question: did Donovan stop the war?
Answer: Assuming Donovan was in office at the time, yes.
Although I don't think the exact conclusion to the war was ever shared, my best guess is that it was some form of mutual agreement, possibly due to an external force. Given the timing of the story, this would be around the time when the UN was formed, and that could have pressured the countries to go about the warfare in more discreet and less destructive ways. Alternatively, there could be a shift in an environmental factor that caused both countries to pull back (eg, limit weaponry, natural disaster, etc).
(It's hard to say how much influence an organization like the UN would have as we still have no context and the political forces that drove the war. But then we will be getting into discussions about colonialism and imperialism, which is such a drag.)
What we do know for sure is that nobody truly won the war. Hence, why they are currently in a cold war.
Leaning more into a treaty or agreement of some sort being used, we can see why the SSS and WISE are still active. Westalis does not trust Ostania to uphold their side of the bargain and therefore are prompted to keep spies in the east to ensure nothing goes wrong. The SSS is reaction to their presence, seeking to pick them out and stop them from reporting back. This might seem suspicious on Ostania's side, but again, we do not know the true intentions of Westalis.
Without any proper understanding of why the two countries fought, it's hard to define "peace" on either side. The story is told from a biased perspective, so I refuse to simply take Twilight's word on the situation.
That being said
Donovan likely was forced to stop the war by signing whatever treaty or agreement was presented to them. So, even if he didn't necessarily want to, he still did. Therefore, he did stop the war. However, the detail that Damian is missing is the why. We know he didn't want to war to end and is clearly up to something in that space ship of his.
We can always refer back to his very not creepy debate from the 17th century:

He does not believe that humans have the capacity to genuinely stop fighting. According to him, someone is always lying, and therefore, no one can be trusted. A deranged take for a 7th grader, but that does explain his behavior. Ironically, he is now the liar who can not be trusted. His own anxiety turned him into the very person he resented.
At least according to Twilight.
Now i can go on and on about the parallels between Twilight and Donovan, but no one cares, so I'll make it short. Twilight is functionally no different from Donovan. They both aid in the cycle of war.
Although I don't think sxf is sophisticated enough to pull this kind of twist, it is still interesting to think about.
In the same way, we as an audience blindly assume Twilight is right, the same way Damian blindly assumes his father is right. In the end, we don't actually know what Donovan wants. The whole point of the mission is to figure it out. And man is he dragging his feet on it its been 100 chapters Twilight...
#spy x family#sxf#donovan desmond#damian desmond#melinda desmond#demetrius desmond#sxf spoilers#sxf analysis#sxf chapter 113#twilight#loid forger
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A Statement on @patricia-taxxon
After recent events over the past couple of months, my co-director and I have decided that we are no longer working with Patricia Taxxon, and her score/sound design will not be used in the final release of our animated student thesis In Your Orbit. She has rights over all of the audio files that she created, and she is free to use or alter them for whatever other projects may come up for her. We only retain the rights to our visuals. On the off chance that the last festival that is showing the current version of the short gives us any prize money, she will still get a cut of it. She is free to continue to state publicly that she worked on the film originally, and use the soundtrack in her portfolio, but we will not be posting it or promoting it.Â
Patricia Taxxon has proven to be a person who is irresponsible at best. She has allegedly had inappropriate sexual conduct with minors as young as 13. She also regularly posts her extreme sexual fantasies on her main Tumblr, and has made claims regarding the nature of pedophilic art that she is not qualified to be making. She has also posted from behind closed doors that she has intentionally been manipulative regarding her apologies for her alleged sexual misconduct.

The original victim who accused her was harassed off the internet both times she came out about this, and no longer wishes to be contacted on this matter. However, the idea that any of the allegations were ever rescinded due to misinformation, or proven untrue, is false. In my opinion, I believe the victimâs testimony. It lines up with what I remember the environment of Taxxonâs discord server being like when I was there.
During the production of the short film, I was already aware of some of the accusations made towards Taxxon, but as I was a close friend, I wanted to believe they werenât true. I was told that she was groomed into doing these things, that she didnât remember doing them, and that she was likely to commit suicide. She told me she was suicidal on a regular basis during production, especially when the alleged victim was making and then posted a video recounting the allegations. Before that video even came out, she was telling me it was likely to ruin her life irreparably. She had a mutual friend with the victim who was supposedly playing double agent for her, so I heard all about it before and after it came out. I was under the impression that she was in imminent danger of harming herself several times. You can imagine what this might do to a person who cares about her. So, I willfully ignored the allegations for a long time, up until the point that Taxxon showed outward bigotry towards my demographic in a Tumblr meltdown. I deserve criticism for this, and I wonât begrudge anyone who feels like I waited too long or came out with the leaks that I did for selfish reasons. That is your right, and Iâm sorry. I decided that all I could do was come out with what I do know and stop supporting this person, even if it costs me opportunities down the line.
Taxxon has also repeatedly shown herself to be extremely unprofessional, even for the standards of an internet drama cycle. She started by vaguely posting about myself on her Tumblr, stating that I am a threat to her, implying that I used her only to âdump her without warning,â and has repeatedly twisted my actions in order to gain sympathy from her Tumblr audience. She even begged her followers for someone else to take her to the Omaha Film Festival, before deleting that addition because she realized it made her look bad.
Her newest gripe with me is that I did not pay her for her work on the film, supposedly finding out partway through the project that she was not being paid. This is untrue. Luka and I were forthright with the fact that we were a team of two college students in Missouri with very little spending money. Thus, we offered her a cut of whatever we ended up making from the film in the festival circuit, planning to split any possible winnings among the three of us based on creative input. We also stated that we would not be taking a cut of any earnings she made off of the sale of the soundtrack, and that it would belong completely to her, just as my characters would to me. If any film companies approached us about the film to license it and the soundtrack, or if they wanted to use her music for another project involving these characters, that money would have gone to her. If she was confused about or had an issue with this arrangement, the time to bring that up would have been when we were discussing the agreement with her, or after any of the many critique sessions we went through with our professors and we were all discussing next steps, or really, any time at all during the year and a half that we were discussing and working on this project. But at no point before, during, or after production did she bring it up. She never suggested a rate, asked about other forms of payment, or anything. I was not holding a gun to her head. She could have brought it up with us at any time, and I am not a mind reader. Her only bringing up the subject now, after all of this time, points clearly to her attempting to extort me or use this issue as a way to gain sympathy from her Tumblr audience. It comes off like she wants to hold this over my head.
All of this not even mentioning that Taxxon was the one to say she wanted to work on the film, years before production started. This started as a collaboration between friends. Luka and I structured our agreement to be a partnership, where none of us were making guaranteed profit off of this project, especially since it is a student work, and we are not established artists with an audience. If anything, the person most likely to make any money off of this arrangement was Taxxon. We considered her an equal participant in this short film, and we wanted it to lift us all up. We gave her full artistic control over what vision she had for the soundtrack, and we often tried to cater our animation to best match it. This is why I found it strange when I asked if she was willing to contribute to festival fees, that she was very flippant with me about it. She stood to gain just as much as us from the film festival circuit, and I had already taken on the workload of doing research on and writing cover letters to each festival. Especially given that I pitched the festival circuit to her as a method to help her get her career offline and away from Kiwifarms, she had a lot to gain from all of this. As someone who had considered her a creative partner, her dismissal felt weird.

This screenshot from the time shows what she said to me regarding the fees, and also shows that she was aware of the arrangement. Thankfully, a lot of this took place on her new Discord account, so I do have the evidence for this portion.
Then, a couple of days later, she asked me if she could stay in my co-directors house or mine for the duration of the Kansas City FilmFest International (or KCFFI). Given she had not contributed to us submitting to that very festival, and had been flippant with me in that same week about the subject, I found it disrespectful. A good friend of mine compared it to âstaying at a friendâs house and refusing to help with the grocery tab.â
And the fact that she decided to contribute to the DCP of all things because she âhad a vested interest in [the film] sounding good,â as if festival fees were beneath her, but this, now this was something she could be bothered to care about⊠It was very telling with regards to how she viewed this film.
If she wants to get her 30 bucks back, I can PayPal it back to her.
I stand by everything I said in my testimony on the stream with CrimsonEnder. Honestly, I feel I was much too forgiving on the subject of sexual misconduct, especially since at the time, all of us were trying to gloss over the specific allegations for the victimâs sake, as like I said, they did not want to be involved. As much as Taxxon blustered about âad-hominems,â I never called her names during the stream. I didnât even directly call her a transphobe or any kind of bigot. I did not diagnose her with a paraphilia. I specifically stated that her being a trans woman should have nothing to do with why she does the bad things she does. I discussed the things she said and the actions she took. I stated what I remember of our relationship and the events that took place during production, because she had already taken to misrepresenting me in her Tumblr posts. I wanted to lay everything out for full transparency, as she was telling a very specific story about me and who I was. I wanted to present my counter-narrative. I got vulnerable, upset, and fiery at times, but for a public crashout taking place very soon after my falling out of a six year long friendship, I think it gets my points across fine. Especially considering I was still freshly feeling the shock of her outwardly going on a tirade about trans men. The stream is still available on Crim's channel for those who want to hear what I said. Taxxon only presented a couple of my basic notes on the subject that were made to keep me on track.
Taxxon also, notably, sent her followers after CrimsonEnder in a purposeful attempt to incite a harassment campaign against him. She reblogged a reply from him, implying as much, and then he immediately received an anon referring to him with a slur, and saying he was now in âa Panopticon.â Taxxon would later be seen replying in a different but related conversation, misusing the word âPanopticonâ in the exact same way (Hint: the term for many people watching one would be a âSynopticon.â A Panopticon refers to one person watching many). You can find Crim's full statement about this incident on his blog.
She also referred to him as a âviolent misogynistâ who "threatened her in public" in a DM with me where she waved around the fact that she would be justified in âdragging me publiclyâ for my âbetrayalâ but wouldnât, as if it was some big act of charity from her.

Only to, for some reason, make a request to CrimsonEnder (from behind a block) to take my testimony out of his stream and out of his document in a recent post. She is very vested in sowing division between myself and Crim, for what reason Iâm not sure. All I know is that she is not above harassing the people who criticize her, and given that, itâs very rich for Taxxon to posture like her not sending her followers after me thus far is an act of goodwill. If I were to guess, now that I have made this statement and cut her off from the project, she will feel much more comfortable going scorched earth. She no longer has a project to protect her connection to.
In Your Orbit will be released at some point in the indefinite future, with a new score and new foley work. I will not be attaching Taxxonâs name to it at all, positively or negatively. I will not be using any of the work that she produced, and I will never work with her in any capacity ever again. I cannot promote the work of a person who acts like this, who hurts others without remorse and uses her power as an influencer to get away with sweeping serious allegations under the rug. Especially given that none of our agreements were set in stone with a signed contract, I have no obligation to continue to associate with her after all she's done. I would be a hypocrite if I used her clout to profit or to expand my career opportunities. Even if it means I have to lose out on networking possibilities, lose the guaranteed audience, and pay out of my pocket to have the film re-scored and have a new foley track added. I am sticking to my principles on this. I refuse to coast on her coattails, and if this means that the film wonât be as successful, then so be it. Any recognition gained through affiliation with Patricia Taxxon is recognition that I donât want. I donât want her endorsement, and I donât want her audience.
I cannot control what Patricia Taxxon says or does. She can do whatever she wants with her life and career, but leave me and my art out of it.
-Jules Hydes
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Could you do headcannons for poly w Reed Richards X Reader X Susan Storm? I love them both sm <3
Throuple with Reed and Susan
Before you read, please be warned that I'm writing based on my impressions of them not only in the game (though it's the biggest inspiration), but some of them with the movies/shows in mind too.
A single suggestive comment is made, but it's not serious or goes into detail. Susan is called Sue
Oml I love them both so much, let me be their third đđ wrote a little more than I thought I would.
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Two words. Power. Throuple.
Not only do you three dominate the bedroom, but also the battle field and laboratory. Three big geniuses and strong fighters.
The three of you make the greatest support system, not only for each other but for others around you as well. When either of you are down, the other two know just how to brighten the day, your optimism in any situation spreading to those around and bringing their mood up- intentional or not.
Reed is an airhead at times, but that doesn't stop you and Sue from loving him as he loved you. He's been getting overwhelmed as of lately, the weight of saving the entire multiverse was heavy on his mind more than anyone else. Working day and night while also fighting to keep things at bay, it was a lot for him. You and Sue could see that. So it's more often than not that during free time the two of you would sit in the laboratory and watch over him. Both of you would take turns making sure he ate something and giving him affection to keep him sane.
Sue is strong minded, she believes in what she knows is right and won't back down to anyone who dares say otherwise. The multiversal problem is stressful for her too, but she knows when to ask for help when she feels it's all too much for her. Her favorite activity to relax is a cuddle pile, believe it or not. She'll lay on the bed, and enjoy the pressure of both you and Reed laying directly on top of her; Reedâs arms wrapped tightly around the both of you.
That's often how you guys sleep, on top of Sue and in the arms of Reed. Though the person being dog piled on would alternate on occasion, it was usually Sue.
When Reed can't make it to bed (even with you and Sue taking the time to try and convince him to get some sleep) the both of you find it hard to sleep without his arms around you two. The solution? Burrito blanket. You take the biggest blanket you can and roll around until it's tight and the both of you are giggling face to face in each other's arms.
When Sue can't make it to bed, for whatever reason, you and Reed make it work. He still wraps his arms around you like usual, but he lays on top of you now. He isn't used to not having someone underneath him, so if it isn't Sue it's probably you. Sueâs pillow rests in between you two, it somehow brings comfort to you.
When you can't make it to bed, Sue and Reed suffer, but make due. They lay facing together on your usual spot on the bed, wrapped up in all the blankets and only using your pillows. When you come in later to finally rest, they slightly wake up (like they have some sort of 6th sense) and happily welcome you in between them. No sleeping on anyone needed, just a squished sandwich because the both of them refuse to move off of your side of the bed.
Meals are special, a time uninterrupted by anything. Usually meals are held at the table, plates set and food displayed for anyone to grab as much as they wanted. Conversation flowed easily about every topic, be it work or a hobby, anything brought up is welcomed by the others. But sometimes meals are less formal, usually dinner. It'd be held in your room, sitting on the bed with takeout containers sat on everyone's laps while totally binging some dumb reality show. You all laugh and call the people in the show dumb, and it's just a time where the three of you can fully relax and enjoy time in your spouse's presence.
Reed is more affectionate than Sue, his stretchy body playing a great role in it. He'll wrap his arms around you, Sue, or both (much like during the night), and nuzzle his dumb face into your shoulder. He likes to muzzle, and he does it very often; in bed, as a greeting, as a goodbye, while hugging, any time he has the chance he'll take the opportunity to do it. His beard scratches against your skin or hair, but it doesn't feel as uncomfortable as you'd think.
Sue has taken up Reed's nuzzling habit, having been around him for so long. She doesn't do it as often, and only in private. Usually in solitude when she's down or comforting you/Reed. Sometimes in bed, when it's just her and either of you, she gets embarrassed if it's both of you and doesn't do it. Her hugs are strong and extremely comforting.
Never is one person in the relationship left to do all the work, even when they ask for it. Cooking is never a one person job, nor are chores. It's all split as evenly as possible, and if someone is behind on anything the others are there to help. If you can't find the time or effort to do something, Sue and Reed will do it for you if possible- saying you'll just have to return the favor later (the favor being extra affection or a one on one date).
Speaking of, one on one dates do happen. Both you, Sue, and Reed understand that sometimes there are times where three is a bit much, or that there needs to be separate bonding time. You and Sue will have shopping dates, you and Reed will have walks outside together, Reed and Sue will catch up on a hobby they both share, you've all got something special for the separate dates.
Celebrations are taken very seriously. Anniversaries, birthdays, big milestones, you name it they'll celebrate it. Reed has taken it up on himself to perfect each and every cake flavor to exist, so every celebration has a homemade cake that the three of you have to give to Johnny and Ben the next day to help finish it. Sue on the other hand takes the time with you to plan dinner, be it take out or making a warm meal together.
#marvel rivals#marvel#marvel rivals x reader#marvel x reader#susan storm#susan storm x reader#invisible woman x reader#invisible woman#reed richards x reader#reed richards#mister fantastic x reader#mister fantastic#polyamory#power throuple#headcanons
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ASK COMPILATION #385032: Shape-shifting genitals, mouth-mashing skillsets, who taps out first in the bedroom and the 17 different types of meat this guy eats.
I TRIED TO MAKE THIS A BIG ONE. Thank you everybody for your patience!
The truth of the matter is that I need one dramatic light-source or I will perish. HOWEVER...
Yeah, they seem the type to leave it purposefully ajar for the thrill of it. As well as the excuse to bring hell down upon anyone caught trying to steal a peek.
YES, actually! I've had the concept for a comic or two that's precisely about interactions they've had while younger. Comics take a lot of work, and there's a LOT of things I want to do, but that is definitely in the plans.
Yes! Or rather, as a shapeshifter, I believe she doesn't bother with them 99% of the time, possibly never, even though she has the habitability to form them if she so wished. The Orin DU drow knew was always doll-like in appearance when nude, and he did not particularly mind it or fantasized about anything different.
I believe this is both a preference in Orin's part (and across many shapeshifters, if I recall correctly) as well as a strategic choice.
And thank you so much!
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I don't know, kissing isn't that hard LOL I think they're pretty even-leveled in technique but Astarion is the tonguier one.
ALL IN DUE TIME, MY FRIEND, ALL IN DUE TIME...
Maybe đ đ€«though I'm not sure how useful his powers would be in that context.
That said, Indeed! The irony of this match isn't lost on anyone. I'm sure Astarion would have some thoughts about the convenience of it.
I know this is more of a jokey message, but I don't think Astarion would be cool with that sort of thing, and DU drow most definitely wouldn't ask đ
Whatever works, as he would probably say!
Astarion got drunk through DU drow on occasion while he still fed on him, yes LOL I don't care if that makes sense or not, It's a hysterical concept and definitely factual in my canon. To be fair as well, DU drow is a huge man and has to drink a LOT to get properly wasted - so Astarion wouldn't have to consume a whole lot from him to get on a similar level!
Post a few particular post-campaign events, Astarion gets drunk through strangers' blood that were either piss-drunk already or have been fed alcohol forcibly by the pair.
He likes thick stews, braised pork, and meat-pies the most. Don't ask me when or why I've decided this but he likes octupi as a every-once-in-a-while treat - I think he mostly enjoys the experience of eating it more than the taste.
For drinks, he likes beer, red semi-dry wine, and mead the most. He also likes a GOOD whisky - none of the copper-coin garbage they serve at most Inns.
Hi! Incredible question. DU drow can go indefinitely but when he stops he knocks out in record speed. There usually comes a point where Astarion flops over and lets him do all the work.
You know how, shortly after you find out about it, if you tell Astarion that you're frightened of your origins you get that really heartfelt bit of dialogue about how yourself and him are so much alike, and how he feels similarly powerless before Cazador as you do toward your father? Well, I never got that, because DU drow was too busy squinting into the horizon and contemplating the logistics of his conception which prompts Astarion to, essentially, say something along the lines of "Okay, if all you want to do is discuss your dad's cum I'm out"
So, like that.
They didn't smash in the graveyard! I'm hoping to either write a short thing about it, draw something inspired by how the scene went down in my head, or, ideally, both!
That IS kind of a wild comparison but I'm guessing you know about my origins, LOL.
Not... Quite. I'm reluctant to say more because I would like for it to be a surprise that I bring you all through art (even if you can make a pretty accurate deduction based on what has been said so far) but suffice to say that this is the flipside to the Bhaalist DU drow AU.
I don't think I could find the time đđđ but that's a hysterical idea and I would gladly mash together a bunch of clips if someone else was willing to highlight them!
Hello and thank YOU for humoring me in my nerdy little forays!
I hadn't heard about Model/Actriz but I had a little sneak-peek and, indeed, this might just be right up my alley LOL
It's hard for me to remove these characters from their intended universe so I have a difficult time picturing what they would listen to if the options didn't all sound like string-y bardcore music. I'm sure there are more genres to speak of in DnD lore, I'm just ignorant of them!
That said I do have some thoughts about which of them even enjoy music at all.
REALLY enjoys music: DU drow, Jaheira, Misc, Karlach, Wyll.
Modestly enjoys music: Gale, Shadowheart, Minthara, Halsin.
Generally doesn't enjoy music: Astarion, Lae'zel.
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I forgot what this one was in reference to for a moment and I was so aghast.
I really, really hope you weren't hoping for me to give you work-out advice because both, if you were, you've come to the wrong man.
But if you're just wondering about lore here, I think it's a solid 50/50. I think he's predisposed to a really well-built physique because Daddy Bhaal said so AND he's incredibly active and incidentally does a lot of manual labor. If he's had a few too many sedentary days in a row (which is rare) he pretty much has to tire himself through at-home routines or he goes a little cuckoo-bananas as well.
And thank you for being interested in my little freak!
He's pretty thoroughly desensitized, and thinks far too little of Orcs and half-orcs to be intimidated by them, even when that lack of fear is downright stupid. He's not impervious to fear, however, despite how hard he tries to be - Myrkhul, Grym, the giant Steelwatch, the brain, and even Cazador AFTER he snatched Astarion away were all encounters that made his blood run cold to varying degrees. I think it takes an unfamiliar foe for his sweat to run a little cold.
(Ironically, Raphael had no such effect on him.)
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The echo of who I once was. II
"Let your memory of me fade with time" II
TAGS: Mentions of violence and death, dysphoria, mental health struggles.
WORD COUNT: 2,543 words Tag list: @withering-dream , @moonlight-inthe-sea A/N: For better understanding, Iâd recommend reading Sylusâs anecdotes.
PART 1 PART 3
!THIS STORY IS HEAVILY DEPENDENT ON "BEYOND CLOUDFALL" AND MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS!
Memories are both a curse and a blessing, donât you think? That which gives us strength to push through the darkest parts of our lives can also be the one to drive us to the very edge of the cliff. The weight of them feels like a chain coiled around your throat, binding you to your past. Neither of us can escape destiny. But still, I wonder what would happen if neither of our memories were restored. Would you love me then? Or was I destined to never be yours?
Sylus didnât know the answer. He kept reading.
When you told me that you loved me, I felt happy. I know how mundane that sounds. But when you said that I was yours, I felt as if my life suddenly had purpose. All my years of hardship had led me to you, and I was content. For the first time in my life, I felt like I was worth somethingâworth someoneâs attention, worth living for. Thatâs why I couldnât let you goâI couldnât let go of the chance to live. Iâm sorry.
He knows.
My selfishness, combined with this newfound sense of euphoria, led me to cling to you desperately and overwhelm you with my presence. I completely overlooked the obvious hints you threw at me occasionally, all because I wanted to believe that you loved me. I was scared. I thought that if I were to take notice, youâd abandon me, and Iâd lose you. This is not an excuse, but simply an explanation. Whether you forgive me or not, well⊠I wouldnât know anyway.
Sylus took a sip from his glass.
I donât expect us to meet again.
He doesnât either.
And thatâs why, I want to tell you everything, so I can leave without regrets. Forgive me. This is the last selfish act Iâll perform.
Sylus set the envelope down, sealing it back with admirable precision. He threw his head back against the headboard and sighed. He couldnât believe he let the aether core slip away. And he couldn't believe he couldn't find it in himself to reshape you into another form. In every possibility, you'd come around eventually. So why did he feel as helpless as a sculptor standing before his own crumbling statue? A part of him knew that you couldn't be changed. You loathed your former self, he could tell.
And to add to his frustration, he simply did not have time for this. He was due to a âbusinessâ trip within the N109 zoneâhis presence was required at a seemingly ordinary auction trafficking illegal protocores. The leader of Onychinus was a busy man, after all. How could he let emotions overwhelm him when so much in his life depended on his nonchalance? He was a fool for thinking he could reform you. He had mistaken you for gold. Unfortunately, as softhearted as you were, you couldnât be molten and hammered into what he wanted you to be. But he couldnât deny that it was also partially his fault because he knew.
âPlease kill me.â
From the moment he used his aether core to listen in on your desires, he knew that youâd already lost what made you his sorceress. The heart that once yearned for bloodshed and vengeance was now reduced to a blubbering mess, waiting for the day itâd stop beating. The voices that once wished to claim his authority were replaced by a feeble, pitiful voice. You were weak and untainted, like the humans he hunted down for a couple of gold to add to his collection. And yet, a part of him held on. He didnât know what it was. Denial, he assumed. The inability to accept that his beloved was no more. Or perhaps it was the guilt of injustice being done upon you. He had barely scratched the surface of your desires, after all. Perhaps there was more that lay beyond your wish to die. But whatever it was, it wasnât her. Listening to your voice for longer wouldnât bring her back. Even so, letting you go wasnât the wisest choice either.
After all, his relationship with you served two purposes: love (formerly) and the aether core. Now, heâd lost the chance to claim both. All because he let his emotions take hold. Sylus felt pathetic. And for the first time, he doubted his own abilities. He was torn between the choice of taking the leap and bringing you back, and staying on the other end of the crumbling bridge to wait and see how things would unfold from here. The chance of another aether core existing on this planet was slim.
But not entirely impossible.
Sylusâs form loomed over the city below, his crimson eyes gazing into its depths. Lights dotted the cityscape in irregular patterns. A full moon hung proudly in the sky, almost as if welcoming his arrival. There was a crow perched on his shoulder. The crow had ruby eyes, quite similar to his own. Behind him stood two smaller, masked men, ready to obey his orders. A familiar wind howled past themâa dry breeze lacking warmth and life, carrying nothing but dust, reminiscent of the way you had hollowed out something within him. He stood, eyeing the crowds below. Not long after, he raised his head, gazing at the sky awash in hues of red. This auction was an incubator for human desiresâgreed, gluttony, and lust.
âIs everything ready?â
âYes, boss!â, they chanted in unison. A slight smirk tugged at Sylusâs lips. Of course, he wouldnât have attended such a low-class auction if something hadnât caught his watchful eye. This time, what appeared was exactly what he sought. A valuable gem, a treasure eclipsing the finest of its kindâa certain aether core had been passed around insignificant auctions under the guise of an ordinary protocore. It had caught the attention of several other corporations, excluding his own. This time, the stakes were high, and failure could have severe consequences. He could lose everything. But did it really matter anymore? The only reason for his stay in this world was you. If he simply wished, he could start over on a planet far from yours, where he could live his life as a relentless conqueror, unbothered and undisturbed by your curse.
Sylus's hand unconsciously traveled to his eyeâthe very eye 'you' wished to claim so dearly. He grazed it with his fingers.
Sylus... I curse your soul...
He clenched his eyes shut.
Only I can grant you a true death.
He knew that the aether core in your heart wasn't the only one of its kind aside from his own. Surely, there existed another one somewhere across the cosmos. But that was the problem. Throughout the endless tapestry of planets, universes, and possibilities, where would he search? And amidst the legion of life forms across worlds, how could he be sure that his sovereignty surpassed all others? Earth was, by far, the easiest land to graze. So he couldnât let go of this opportunity. Not yet.
If it were him a few months ago, the mere idea of leaving Earth would have torn him apart. But now, if the aether core slipped from his grasp, he would wander aimlessly until he caught wind of a new sighting. Perhaps, it was all a grand scheme of his own to escape you. Sylus had never fled from anything before.
His hands gripped the railing. It wasnât the time to daydream. There was an opening laid out for him in plain sight. One rightfully timed strike and the aether core was his. His gaze scrutinized the large building before him, where the auction would take place.
Your words both held him back and urged him forward. A lovesick side of him cried out, begging him to open his eyes and try to understand the changes that had occurred. But his wrath would not let him. How dare you? After all these years of searching, after all the sacrifices he'd made, after all the pain he had endured in your placeâhow dare you betray him like this? Eventually, one arose triumphant. Very well, then. If you were going to leave, then so be it. He would let you have your way.
Taking a sharp breath, Sylus descended.
A sigh escaped your lips. You eyed yourself in the bathroom mirror, your hair falling like a veil over your face. Tracing the dips and curves of your body, you felt alien to yourselfâflawed, unfamiliar. The incessant drip of water trickling down played monotonously in the background of your thoughts. You felt flawed. You couldnât recognize yourself in the mirror.
Your hand shot out. Your fingers caressed your own figure, who stared back at you. "Who was I before this?" you whispered, your head tilting slightly. "You were me, weren't you? Then whyâŠ" Your hand stilled. The finger pressed down on the reflection of your face with increasing pressure. "I hate you. So why do I wish to be you?"
That night, you couldnât squeeze in even a second of sleep. Something within you ached. You didnât know if it was the wrathful throb in your head or the melancholic sting in your heart. Every time you shut your eyes, a figure emerged from the darkness. A white-haired woman with scarlet eyes and sharp features. She looked nothing like you. The mere sight of her formed a lump in your chest. Her face radiated mock cruelty and greed, like a simmering pot of rotting wine; disgusting and bubbling. Her form was hauntingly elegant, almost etherealâif not for the maggots writhing beneath her skin. An ever-present source of desire seethed from within her soul. It stank like the decaying flesh of a dead rabbit. Her soul reeked of the miserable fixations of humanity, the same delusions that transformed humans into harbingers of destruction. She was the type to bring death upon those she deemed unworthy, to burn whoever she pleased, and to warm the few who stood by her side. She was like a blazing, crackling fire that emerged from a hearth set alight by its own gluttony and greed. She was utterly human. There was no other word to describe it. She was exactly who you loathed: an usurper wrapped in a cloak of fragile beauty.
She didnât just occupy your sleep. Even at work, you found yourself subconsciously drawn to the thought: How could she ever be you? You couldnât fathom it. Even in a past life, the thought of yourself turning out like her seemed inconceivably alien. You figured that if there were a past incarnation of you, she would resonate with you as if she were an extension of yourself. But every time you lingered on her memory, you felt increasingly isolated. The harder you tried to reach out, the further she driftedâlike a small boat being pushed farther from a warship. The larger ship's mighty waves pushed the boat farther and farther, no matter how desperately the boat rowed toward it. Although, the main concern was staying afloat. Your main concern shouldâve been the aether core. Wasnât that why you stayed? Was it truly because of love, and not the opportunity to extract information about the aether core from Sylus? You couldnât believe yourself. For a moment, you wondered, how could you let the aether core slip away?
Your grip on your desk tightened, your knuckles turning white. The voices around you blurred into one until the only thing you could hear were the whispers of your own destructive mind spitting venom into your ears. Captain Jennaâs voice diminished in importance, and you found yourself focusing more on the thought of her.
After experiencing the dream of your past, her sight plagued your mind. Sometimes, she was clad in jewels (all while she reeked of greed). Other times, she was driving the greatsword into the dragon's chest. You couldnât deny that if she hadnât fought back, she probably wouldnât have lived long enough to become the dragon's beloved. Whereas you wouldâve been killed taking a different approach. You are grateful for her unwavering will to live, and you are grateful that she brought Sylus into your life.
But what you could never forgive was the image of herself she carved into his heart. The powerful âsorceressâ feared by all, the young dragon fledgling whose horns had just begun to sproutâhow he could worship that, you wondered. She was just a weaker version of himself. Perhaps she possessed something you couldnât see. Either way, what was the point of lingering on this matter? Thereâs no use in assigning blame. No matter how ferociously you loathe her, she will always occupy his heart. Revenge has no purpose. It only initiates endless suffering and a cycle of inflicting pain. All you could do was move on with your life. You werenât going to meet him again, anyway. Or so you thought.
"And you will be going to the N109 zone," Captain Jenna began, breaking your trance with a simple sentence and jolting you awake. "Any queries?" she concluded. You werenât sure how you looked. Looking back, you probably shouldâve asked Tara to hold a mirror to your face. You mustâve looked aggravatingly stupid. Like an imbecile who had just hopped into the wrong room. Perhaps Sylus's talk about "destiny" and "fate" wasnât just to sound wise and philosophical. You were seriously wondering how fate couldâve stabbed you in the back like this. Your vow to Sylus would be broken due to a silly mission. How comical.
But you couldnât just accept this, of course. So, after the meeting had ended, you walked into Jennaâs office.
"There is nobody more capable of pulling off this mission than you." Fate must really be playing games with you, huh? "But, CaptainâŠ" you opened your mouth to protest, but were quickly silenced by Jennaâs sharp gaze. "Youâve been to the N109 zone, havenât you? And you came back alive. This isnât just any missionâitâs critical. We need someone who can handle the pressure. Someone familiar with the dangers." Her gaze scanned your form. "This mission is not only dangerous but extremely vital. That is why I will be pairing you with Xavier. Only the two of you can execute this mission flawlessly." You tilted your head curiously. You zoned out during the meeting, so you could only assume it was something related to the aether core. What else could be so vital as to require the best hunter on board? But if Xavier is with you, perhaps you can find an excuse to steer clear of Sylus. Not that you expect him to show himself to you openly, but letting him know that youâre here with a hunter only accentuates that you are here strictly for business. Although you donât want Xavier to be caught up in this, this mission may lead you to crucial knowledge about your very own aether core. You looked down and placed a hand where your heart would be. You couldnât let this chance slip away.
"So, I believe the two of you wonât disappoint," the Captain said, turning to you, her chin raised high. You immediately straightened your posture and cleared your throat. "Yes, maâam."
Hello!! I wanted to say: thank you so much for your votes regarding the previous fic! Although Iâd intended to keep it as an âangst-with-no-comfortâ oneshot, I decided against it due to some people commenting on how a part two would be great (I couldnât resist writing the story anyway. I had a plan for it in my head beforehand which Iâd intended to keep to myself. The comments only fuelled that desire further). I do hope this doesnât end up becoming a major flop. I apologize for the time it took to write this much. Iâve been very busy lately; unfortunately, I do not see myself having free time in the future either. But Iâll try my best to keep up with this! Oh, and, for the people who want to keep viewing the initial ending as it was, you can! I understand that some people may not be happy with this series. So, you are free to interpret it as you wish! I had multiple endings planned for this anyway. And, YES! The title of the series has officially been changed.
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Heya! Apologies if youâve answered this in another post but Iâm just curious; do you think Harry was an oops baby? Because thereâs no way Lily and James were actively trying for a kid at 19 years old in a middle of a war lmao
I mean, there is a way, it's always possible. We know Molly and Arthur started having their kids during the very early days of the war: Bill was born in 1970 when Molly & Arthur were 20, Andromeda and Ted had Nymphadora at 1973, when they were around 20 too. Narcissa & Lucius had Draco in 1980 too, and while they were older, they were still young, only 25 years old (most of Harry's year were likely born at the height of the first war to young-ish parents). Bill and Fleur also married very young (Bill was 24 and Fleur was 20) and the war literally crashed their wedding. Nymphadora and Remus got married and had a kid the moment the second war started, basically (in their case I think it was an oops baby though).
So, it seems to be common and not just a James and Lily thing. Wizards seem to marry young, and I believe during the war, more so. Irl, war causes people to marry young and have children young. There's a reason Baby Boomers are called Baby Boomers â this is a response to war we see in the real world, too. When you think you might die tomorrow, you go through life milestones faster because you want to accomplish them before you die. It's natural. It's human.
But, let's look at James and Lily more specifically and what we know of their timeline.
Harry was born on July 31st, 1980, so he was conceived around late October or early November of 1979.
James and Lily graduated in June of 1978, and they married "shortly after they graduated" so they got married either later that year or early in 1979, and conceived Harry soon after.
They were both actively fighting with the Order at the time, but it's possible Harry was still planned, it's also possible he wasn't. To answer that, I kinda wanted to think about birth-control in the wizarding world and if they use a contraceptive of some kind or natural solutions (such as following the menstrual cycle or pulling out).
I think it's very likely they have some kind of birth-control potion. Throughout history (even back in ancient Egypt), there were many attempts at various birth-control tonics made from various herbs and later chemicals, so it makes sense wizards would have such a potion. Also, condoms made of sheep guts (for the most part) were a thing for a while and have been prevalent  in Europe since the 1500s as a way to stop the spread of syphilis. They have been used commonly-ish in England in the 1800s (I saw ads in gentlemen guides to London for "french letters" and it took me a while to figure out "french letters" is Victorian English slang for condoms. The more you know). So I feel it's reasonable to assume wizards would have access to a birth-control potion and condoms.
This means that if a couple wanted to lower the chances of getting pregnant, they likely could. And I assume the potion has a higher success rate than the muggle equivalent.
If James and Lily didn't want Lily to get pregnant in the middle of the war, I feel like they would be responsible enough to take the potion or whatever else the wizarding world has going on. So, I think it's more likely Harry was planned (and so were most of the other kids born to young parents during the war).
(I mentioned I think Teddy was an oops baby, mostly due to Lupin's reaction to the pregnancy. Additionally, both of them tend to be more reckless with their own safety than James and Lily. For all of James' faults, he puts effort into being responsible when it comes to people he cares for (he stopped Snape from going into the shrieking shack for Lupin, not for Snape). He isn't likely to want to risk an unplanned pregnancy. I also don't think Lily would be reckless about this sort of thing).
#harry potter#hp#hp meta#asks#anonymous#hollowedtheory#harry james potter#james potter#lily potter#lily evans
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jayvik Hogwarts au headcanons:
Viktor is muggleborn, or so he thinks due to the fact he grew up in a muggle orphanage. Jayce is a half-blood on his father's line, but he spent his childhood in a magical village. Jayce starts taking Muggle Studies for Viktor, but quits early as Viktor shows no desire to keep a connection to the muggle world.
They both get sorted to Ravenclaw. Viktor and Jayce share a dorm cause in Ravenclaw students sleep in pairs!!! They usually use one bed though, cause the other one is for books and other study equipment. They stop sleeping together around the 5th year because it starts to feel... Different. More intimate. They start sleeping together again during the 7th year soon as they start dating.
Everyone is certain they've been dating since the 2nd year.
Viktor has an incurable magical sickness that progresses slightly over time. Jayce spends all his free time with Viktor every time Viktor is in the hospital wing - and that's often, mostly filling him in on studying or reading out loud.
They play wizard chess like... a lot. Jayce gifted a really nice set to Viktor on their first Christmas in Hogwarts. Half the floor in their dorm room is covered in shattered pieces they were too busy to clean up. Viktor is constantly stepping on them, but he doesn't mind.
Jayce stays in the castle with Viktor during all the holidays first couple of years, later they both go to Jayce's home to spend the break there. Viktor also spends last two or three whole summer breaks at Jayce's.
From each visit to Hogsmeade Jayce brings Viktor something he thinks Viktor would like. Viktor isn't allowed to visit (apart from not having permission from the orphanage he keeps getting detention).
Jayce studies Ancient runes (it's one of his favourite subjects). Viktor studies it too from 3rd to 5th year, but doesn't go further. He keeps taking Numerology and Astronomy though.
Last two years they take Potions, Charms, Transfiguration, Herbology and Alchemy together. Jayce takes DADA yet Vik doesn't.
Both Viktor and Jayce study Alchemy and they're the only students in their course to do so. It's really... private studying there.
Viktor starts visiting the Restricted section really early on, like 3rd year. It's permitted cause he's so smart. (Will it backfire who knows)
Jayce plays quidditch as a chaser. Later he's made captain. Viktor pretends to hate quidditch (and he does hate flying), but he comes to every training session and every match to root for Jayce. He says it's because he "likes reading outdoors".
Jayce has the reputation of The perfect student. Viktor is the student who asks the "wrong" questions, tries too advanced spells too early and does dangerous experiments. Jayce tries to cover for him but no one ever believes him (even if they truly did it together).
Jayce is made prefect and then the Head boy, although he abuses this power a lot to let Viktor do whatever he wants no matter the rules. Also to take baths together during their last Hogwarts year.
Viktor likes to brew potions in their dorm rooms. One day he tells Jayce that room just stinks of him (it's really because currently Viktor is brewing amortentia). That's how they start dating.
Jayce invents the cure for Viktor's illness two years after graduation.
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Piano Sessions: "White Leather" by Wolf Alice + Finnick Odair x reader, their relationship had just started when Quarter Quell happened and both sent to arena, when the rebels pull victors out she gets left behind but her tracker was taken out and the gamemakers can't find her in arena. so everyone assumes she's dead but she escapes. while she's on the run she thinks about the life she wants with Finnick (maybe she sees the propo he does and he says something about her death). as "star squad" makes their way through the capitol they are reunited.
⌠white leather (Finnick Odair) âŒ
warnings;Â swearing, death mention, reader has an injury.
wc;Â 5.7k
prompt; Piano Sessions: songfic, white leather by wolf alice. not noticable.
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The seasons are changing, the warmth is fleeting, and the loneliness is burrowing in your heart. While you were being roasted alive a few weeks ago due to the unrelenting heat, mother nature has since decided to be kind rather than cruel. With summer ending, it allows her to relax, iron fist loosening.
Itâs perfect timing, too.
If you had to endure it for any longer, you think you wouldâve stopped traveling, ultimately setting you back. It was different when you were in the arena, because you werenât actively moving for the entire day, just in increments. Out here you have no choice, especially if you want to make it back.
The Capitol canât be that much further. After walking in the trees of Panem for hours at a time for weeks, it has got to be around here somewhere. You know for certain that youâre heading in the right direction because you stumbled into District Nine by accident.Â
You didnât even realize you had, even though you crossed through a fence to get inside. In your defense, thereâs a lot of sectioned off areas inside of the wilderness, with no apparent reason why. What shouldâve given you a clue was the burnt wheat field, stretching as far as your eyes could see.
In the distance, you could make out buildings, something that also wasnât too unusual, considering that when the districts were formed after the Dark Days, a lot of structures were abandoned. Youâve been hopping between them, actually. Itâs dangerous, theyâre falling apart, and thereâs critters absolutely everywhere, but you donât have much of an option.Â
Youâve tried sleeping under the stars, itâs not at all comfortable. You get increasingly paranoid as the hours drag on, afraid of the wild animals coming across you. Youâd be able to defend yourself, with the knife that you have from the Quarter Quell arena. In the case of a pack, youâd be screwed.
Theyâd tear you apart, and then youâd have to add on their damage to injuries you already have. The last thing you need right now is another infected wound. The one on your forearm is bad enough. Itâs your own fault, you dug out the tracker prematurely, assuming that youâd be rescued out of the arena, because that was the plan.Â
When Katniss short circuited the dome using the lightning, she unintentionally messed up the plan, putting the rebels on a time crunch. They were able to get her, Finnick and Beetee out of the arena, you believe. Which left you, Johanna and Peeta behind. And Enobaria, but she doesnât really count.
You ran across your allies, tried to tell them that if they didnât want to fall into Capitol hands, then they had to escape that minute. Johanna, who usually trusts your judgement, was resistant to the idea of escaping the dome. She didnât like the idea of having to survive outside of it, not knowing where to go. She wanted to play it safe, and if that meant enduring whatever the Capitol had in store, then thatâs what had to be done.Â
You wouldâve argued with her, possibly even convinced her, if the hovercraft hadnât appeared above the three of you. They knew exactly where they were because of the trackers they still had. With you being set on not being captured, you ran, leaving them behind, while you got out of the dome.
They shouldâve caught you. It was an open field for at least a mile, they easily couldâve seen you, shot you and scooped you up. You donât think youâve ever run so fast in your life. Johanna and Peeta mustâve put up a fight, if it took them that long to grab them out.
You didnât hear news for a long time, not until that farmer caught up with you in that wheat field. She was out of breath, face a bright red from running for so long, sweat running down from her temples. You paused, watching in slight amusement as she tried to catch her breath, clearly wanting a conversation.
âYou⊠what are you⊠doing out here?â She gasped, a hand on her chest. âIf the Peacekeepers catch youâŠâ
At the mention of Peacekeepers, you were no longer smiling. âWhere am I?â
Her face twisted. âWell, District Nine, of course.â
The burnt field clicked then, and you turned to look at it with new eyes. It also explained why the fence you climbed over was harder than the last few. Which then got your mind working, wondering if youâd been in District Nine the week before, because it was heavily barbed.
âMy name is (Y/n).â You said, head shaking. âI donât live here, Iâm a victor from District Four.â
She squinted at you, unbelieving. She eyed your body, the clothes you were wearing, which is nothing but an undershirt, a pair of shorts and water boots. Not the typical clothing for a farmer out in the fields, you guessed. You came to the right conclusion, because her mouth opened.
âYouâre supposed to be dead.â She told you. âHow did you get out of the arena?â
âIt fell apart. I simply climbed out.âÂ
She made a noise, as if the answer was too easy. âWhere are you heading? District Four?â
âNo, the Capitol. How far away am I?â
âClose, but youâre going in the wrong direction. You need to get to District Two, they cracked the Nut.â She pointed over your shoulder. âIf you get to the rebel base, theyâll help you there.â
You nodded slowly. âThey still have Peacekeepers here?â
âWeâre too close, thatâs why they havenât retreated. Theyâve up and abandoned the further districts. They wiped out District Twelve completely.â
You tilted your head. âEveryoneâs dead?â
âThey bombed it, seen it in the propos with Katniss Everdeen. Some of her people made it out, theyâre in District Thirteen now. Not much left of âem.â
âRight.â You murmured. âThank you for the help.â
âWait, donât you want me to look at that for you?â She motioned to where youâd cut out the tracker. âIt looks nasty.â
âI donât have time.â
âWell, good luck.â She said, âYou better hurry and get out of here.â
âI will.â
She nodded, watching as you turned away, heading for District Two. From what youâve gathered, youâre confident enough to say that the Quarter Quell arena was placed in the space between Districts Eight, Nine and Two. When you picture the map of Panem in your mind, itâs the area that makes the most sense.
A part of you wishes that youâd taken up her offer on cleaning out the cut. You have some herbal knowledge, which is whatâs keeping it from killing you, but that has nothing on real medicine. This couldâve been healed days ago, and it likely wouldnât have left a scar.
Thereâs also so many questions that come to mind since talking to her. Parts of the conversation that didnât make sense to you. The biggest one being her telling you that you should be dead. Why? At the very least, the Capitol should know that you made it out alive. Especially if they did a sweep of the arena and didnât come out with your body.
Unless they figured that you escaped and youâve died out here somewhere, starving and alone. Which is the dumbest conclusion that they could possibly come to. With your track history, the bare minimum that youâve lived off of your entire life, including your Games, they should know youâre a parasite that you canât get rid of so easily.
If thereâs one good thing thatâs come out of fighting in the Hunger Games, itâs that you know how to survive. It wouldâve been harder to do if you were rusty, but your time in the arena was a refresher, setting you up to live out here, which is not nearly as difficult. You donât actively have other tributes hunting you down every waking second.Â
If the Capitol really thinks that youâve died, they have a surprise coming.
Your feet stutter a step when you realize what that means. Itâs not just the Capitol, District Nine believes it too. Thereâs a good chance that theyâre advertising it to the rest of the districts, then. You wouldnât put it past them, they rub factors in your faces all the time, like District Thirteen. They led you to think that itâd been destroyed decades ago, when in reality, they came to an agreement that allowed Thirteen to slip out without the others noticing.
Oh, you hope that Finnick isnât believing the same thing that girl did. You really hope that he wouldnât take their word for it. But why wouldnât he? District Thirteen didnât have enough resources to rescue you all, and the Capitol was right there. Whoâs to say that you didnât die before they could get you out? Or that they didnât kill you in captivity? Or that theyâre secretly hiding you.
They could say anything they wanted about you, and heâd have no choice but to believe it because thereâs no evidence proving otherwise.
Youâve been thinking about Finnick a lot lately out here while you walk, mostly your future. It was discussed briefly before the Quarter Quell, because the two of you had come to the agreement of volunteering for the Games. The conversation didnât get very far after you started talking about the hypothetical rebellion if the arena did work out.
If you had it your way, you think you wouldâve talked to him about what he wants to do after the rebellion, because you have so many ideas. Primarily, youâll be able to travel, you wonât be held down by District Four. You and Finnick could spend months bouncing between districts, and come back home when you get tired of it.
For the first time in your lives, youâll have freedom. Youâll be able to do anything you want with little to no limit. There will be no more Hunger Games, no more months of preparation with teenagers that have no choice. There wonât be any interruptions, something that held the two of you back for so long.
And youâre not talking about the Games being a burden, you mean the relationship youâve been denying. You and Finnick have had unavoidable chemistry for years, but between district life and the Capitol, there was no room to explore until recently. And even that seems to have been a mistake, something that shouldâve waited.
Except, neither of you could suppress the urges any longer. You were already sharing longing looks and gentle touches, there was no point in withholding the pleasures when you were already dipping into it. Thatâs why you made it official in April, four months after the announcement, three months before the reaping.Â
There had been countless nights where you stayed up, dreaming of the day where youâd be able to be yourselves. Where the stars would align perfectly to allow you to become more than just friends. When it finally happened, you almost didnât believe the words coming out of Finnickâs mouth.
Itâs been difficult to take it slow with him, because you feel like youâve been dating him this entire time, under the table. You might not have been physical with him, but the emotional aspect was there. In your mind, he was already yours. And he admitted to you that he felt the same, that you belonged to him years ago.
You remember shivering when he told you that, because you had a feeling that it was true. These were words that you thought youâd have to wait to hear come out of his mouth. He was eager to tell you these truths, like a weight being lifted off of his chest. Like heâd been planning the exact moment theyâd slip out of his lips in a whisper.
When this is overâwhen the rebellion is doneâyou want Finnick to yourself. Itâs what you deserve at the very least, after all that youâve been through. If itâs up to you, youâd want him to propose once Panem has begun to relax. You donât want the teasing, or more years of build up. You just want to make him officially yours, forever.
Whatever comes after doesnât matter. As long as you can say that heâs your husband, and youâve agreed to love each other eternally. Youâll take whatâs thrown your way with grace. You wonât ask for anything ever again. Youâll be especially good, if you could get what you wanted for once.
You step through the treeline into a meadow, letting you get a clear view of whatâs ahead. You take a few steps before you come to a stop, staring at the colorful buildings in the distance. While you had tried your best to stay on track for District Two, you eventually came to the conclusion that youâd rather go to the Capitol, like youâd originally planned.
Itâs not that far now. If you keep going, you think youâll make it there sometime tomorrow.
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Four hours. Thatâs all the time it took for you to realize that the situation has majorly changed here. The further you travel into the Capitol, the more it grows increasingly obvious. Especially if theyâve turned to violence to keep people out.
Itâs a ghost town, which is not what you expected. The streets are usually crowded, with no space on the pastel sidewalk, crawling with people dressed in bright color. You were sure that youâd get spotted in the first minute of stepping foot into the city. It turns out that you had nothing to worry about.
Well, thatâs not necessarily true. While you were temporarily relieved to find out that the outer half of the Capitol had been evacuated, you were put back on alert when you figured out why. There are traps placed on almost every street, with exponential damage to the buildings around.
Youâve yet to figure out if itâs the Capitol trying to defend themselves, or the rebels ensuring that if citizens return, theyâll be met with resistance. If you had to guess, youâre leaning more toward the Capitol. The way the traps are placed are methodologicalâitâs a pattern youâve seen before. It reminds you a lot of the Gamemakers.
The traps are nearly perfectly hidden, the triggers in plain sight. You fell victim to the first few, but once you started to really notice where they were and what theyâd contain, it was so much easier to avoid them. Once in a while, youâll find yourself trapped, where you have no choice but to set them off. In those cases, you duck and cover, hoping for the best.
With the sun setting, you think itâs about time you call it a night. The last thing youâd want is to miss a sign and get yourself seriously injured. Everything is easier in the daylight. Besides, you covered a lot of ground today, more than you thought you would.Â
You stop in front of a lime green apartment building with front doors that are made out of frosted glass. You grab the handle, pulling it open to slip inside. The lobby is cool, reflecting the temperature on the outside. Itâs very carefully decorated here, with tall green plants in white pots and a small loveseat with a side table. On top of it is a magazine, with Katniss and Peeta on the front cover.
You wander forward, looking at the directory to find a paper taped to the front of it, the words successfully evacuated printed across the middle in bold writing. You lift it up to see beneath it, curious to how many floors there are. Thereâs five of them, youâll probably stay on the third floor to keep from going too high.
As you start up the steps, you keep a sharp ear and eye out for noises or cameras that might capture your appearance. Just because this part of the Capitol has been evacuated, doesnât mean that theyâve surrendered control entirely. For all you know, thereâs Peacekeeper bases around here, ready for the signal to round a rebel up.
When you reach the third floor, you choose the unit thatâs located next to the fire escape that you step out of. The door is locked, of course. You hold out your knife, staring down at it. Itâs dulled considerably because youâve been using it for everything while youâve been traveling. This will be its last job.
You stuff the blade into the keyhole, wiggling it from side to side. For a second, nothing happens, and then thereâs a click. You twist the knob, pushing in, opening the door to reveal the expensive living room. You pull the knife out but leave the door open as you inspect the apartment from top to bottom. When youâre convinced thereâs no one, you pick up a dining room chair, going back to the front door. You shut it, lock it as best as you can, and then shove the chair as stiffly as you can beneath the knob.
The first thing you do is raid the bedroom, tearing it apart for clothes that youâll be able to wear without looking ridiculous. Once you have an outfit that makes sense, you shower, watching as all the built-up dirt and dried blood mixes in the water, creating a grainy substance at the bottom of the white shower.
You feel so much better when you step out, drying yourself off. You change, letting the bathroom air out while you go through every cabinet you can, searching for the medical supplies. Theyâre hidden when you do find them, but theyâre top-grade, the type of medicine that youâd send to tributes in the arena to get them healed within days.
You read over the ointmentâs directions, and then you slather it over the open wound in your arm. Your teeth are grit hard enough that you think youâll break them, toes curling at the pain itâs causing. It burns as it works its magic, you toss the tube on the counter, leaving to go back to the living room.
The sun has fully set now, thereâs barely any light coming through the windows. Still, you shut the curtains, blocking out the rest of it. You head to the kitchen next, digging through the pantry to find countless cans and boxed goods. You pull out a few familiar soups because youâre starving. After youâve finally located a spoon, you go to sit on the living room floor in the dark to eat.
You could heat it up, youâre sure that itâd be better that way, but you donât want to risk more than you have to. You open the can, dipping your spoon inside, and raising the creamy substance to your lips. As expected, itâs not very good when itâs cold. Yet, it could be worse.
You manage to get down half the can before an alarm cuts through the stillness, making you jump in surprise. Your hand wraps around the knife before the television set lights up on its own, and youâre immediately greeted with the face of Beetee Latier.
âThis is a repeated broadcast from District Thirteen, a reminder of the faces weâve lost to get here.â He says. âWe Remember, do you?â
It cuts to Haymitch Abernathy, sitting in a dark room, wearing a grey jumpsuit. The background is an empty area. To an extent, he looks better than the last time you saw him.Â
A feminine voice speaks from off-camera. âWhat do you remember about Cashmere and Gloss Ritchson, the brother and sister duo from District One?â
âThey were a bright pair of mentors, even when they were teenagers.â Haymitch says, staring at the camera. âThere was nothing the two of them couldnât do, and it showed time and time again when they performed miracles outside of the arena. Cashmere had an undeniable dedication that was admired by everyone, and Gloss was very hardworking to ensure his tributes got the best possible. Itâs a great loss weâve suffered losing them to the Quarter Quell.â
You squint, eyebrows twitching. Is this a memorial piece? If so, itâs a little funny for someone like Haymitch to speak about Cashmere and Gloss, considering that they were never invited into the alliance. Or thought about twice, beyond the idea of them possibly killing Katniss or Peeta.
The screen fades to black slowly, before Haymitch comes up again. âBrutus, he won a couple years after I did. He was friendly to me after my Games, and had briefly tried to help me after the tragic loss of my family.â He pauses to sigh. âEven though we could never see eye to eye, that did not keep him from drinking with me on occasion.â
Beetee shows up in the next clip, in the same spot that Haymitch was on a stool, only heâs in a wheelchair. Something mustâve happened between the arena and now. You wonder if it has anything to do with the lightning tree.
âWiress was very intuitive, incredibly intelligent.â He adjusts his glasses, shaking his head. âIt may appear that we have lost no one at all, but with her absence, Panem will not function the same. She worked alongside me to create some of the more important Capitol devices, a factor they neglected to think about. We will miss her dearly.â
You finish the can of soup, and youâre pulling on the tab to open the next when his face shows up on screen. Finnick sits on the stool, eyes puffy and a little bloodshot, bags underneath from the lack of sleep. Thereâs a slouch in his posture, a small length of rope in his fingers that he fiddles with.
âTell us about (Y/n) (L/n).â The female voice says.
Finnick swallows, voice quiet. âWhat isnât there to say?â He asks, looking into the camera. âShe was my best friend, and more than that, my girlfriend. She was the kindest person Iâve ever known, always so considerate and patient with everyone around her. How President Snow can take such a gentle life and then brag about it is a mystery.â
Your blood runs cold, suspicions confirmed. So, they have been broadcasting you as dead. They saw an opportunity and took it, wanting to make themselves look more ruthless. When in reality, they havenât so much as touched you since you escaped.
âI love her and I miss her.â He says, tired eyes filling with tears. An overwhelming urge to reach through the screen to hold him seizes you. âIf I had known my time with her would be cut short, I wouldâve done everything to protect her.â He breathes shakily. âThis is why we must stop the Hunger Games. For loved ones like (Y/n).â
Finnick is gone, once again replaced by Haymitch, who begins to speak about Mags, your mentor. For the first few seconds you stare at the screen, face slowly twisting before it hits you.
Mags is dead.
âWhat?â You murmur, sitting up.
âMags was the first mentor to approach me after I won my Games.â Haymitch says. âShe was a sweet woman that could see the pain and understood what I was going through. I was the first victor of District Twelve, she was the first face of the Hunger Games. And for as long as I let her, she helped me mentor.â
Of course she did. Thatâs who Mags isâwas. If she saw someone that needed help, she was there. She even approached Johanna after her Games to give her some tips because Johanna was slowly sinking.Â
âMags did not deserve to die the way she did.â Haymitch says.
It moves on to the next victor, the woman from Five who was killed in the arena. You try to listen, but itâs difficult. You can feel yourself slowly getting sucked out of your body and into the open air. Youâre here, but are you really?
The entirety of Panem thinks youâre dead, and as serious as the situation isâitâs a little funny. If this is the rerun, that means that theyâve been Finnick speak on your death dozens of times. There is not one person left in this country that believes otherwise.
But youâre not dead. Youâre here, in one of the many luxurious Capitol apartments, eating someone elseâs vegetable soup that theyâve saved. If you had gone to District Two like the girl from Nine told you to, this wouldnât be the rumor.
For the remaining eight districts, the statements are brought from the victors that now reside in District Thirteen or some faces of previous Capitol citizens. Which you can tell by the way their skin is tinted or the tattoos that line their bodies. Thereâs even a part where a former Avox sits on the stool, signing while his brother translates.
It wraps up with Finnick talking about Rue and the future that was stolen from her. She was just an innocent child, and the Capitol thought it was right to force her to fight for her life with other older kids, who were much bigger and more skilled. When she shouldâve been at home, with her family.
Beetee shows up at the end, hands in his lap. âWe Remember.âÂ
The screen dies, but not completely. It glows faintly, illuminating the small area that youâre sitting in. You need to get out of hereâout of the Capitol, at least. You should be with Finnick. He needs to know that youâre alive, because the idea of you being dead is killing him. After the two of you fought to be together, youâve been ripped from his fingertips.
You donât sleep tonight.Â
You want to, with the couch being the comfiest thing youâve laid down on in months. You know that the apartment is secured, you triple-checked everything. No one is coming to get you. This isnât what keeps you up.
So, you relax in front of the television in the living room, eyelids feeling heavy the moment your head touches the pillow. When they shut, thatâs when the problem rises. Youâre not tired anymore, even after counting sheep for what feels like hours, your mind is still running.
By the time the sun is peeking through the curtains, youâre ready to leave the apartment with a packed bag. It has the essentials inside like food and water, and the ointment youâll be using to heal your arm. Youâve grown too attached to the knife you had in the arena, so you find a way to sharpen it, giving you a reason to keep it.
The streets look the same way as they did yesterday, nothing has magically shifted. You head for the train tracks thatâll bring you to a tunnel that runs to District Two. Itâs what the girl in Nine called the Nut. It serves several purposes, including training the new Peacekeepers underground, but itâs also the easiest path to get in and out of the Capitol.
While you shouldâve gone to District Two straight away, youâre glad you didnât. If you had, you wouldnât have known the whole story. You canât imagine how overwhelming it couldâve been if you came across the rebels and they bombarded you about how youâre alive.Â
You travel blindly through the streets, dodging and setting off traps, watching the chaos that follows. A few of them are made up of weapons that shoot out once triggered. You manage to react quickly most of the time, but you still come out with a few nicks from blades that are impossibly sharp.
Other traps are made up of insects that are abnormally colored and move in ways that they shouldnât be capable of. When you see this, you decide that youâre right to say that theyâre designed by the Capitolâs Gamemakers, because it makes no logical sense the other way around.
When it appears to be around lunch, you stop to eat in a shop with broken windows, stomach growling. Thereâs a nice aqua blue couch a few feet away from the door, void of the glass shards that litter the tile floor. You open a can of soup, and dig out a small pack of crackers to have with it.Â
Itâs still disgustingly cold, and yet it could be worse. After what you ate in the woods these last few weeks, anything is a good meal compared to that. Even the crackers seem like a treat.
You set the empty can on the floor when you finish, sitting back against the cushions, staring through the open window. A pair of black birds circle over a nearby alley for a minute. Theyâre the first sign of life that youâve seen in this city since you got here, besides the mutts that come out of the traps.
They settle on the roof of a building, side by side, much like the birds at home when they land on power lines. Youâre about to look away, when you watch as they both simultaneously tilt their heads, attention set on whatever is in the alley. Your face twists, confused.
As soon as they open their beaks, beginning to screech, you realize that theyâre not birds, either. They look to be like jabberjaysâa Capitol weapon. You get to your feet, swinging the bag strap over your shoulder. You donât know how they can see you, because they are definitely not facing your direction. You shouldnât be in their view.
You take a single step, before you freeze where you are, watching as a group of people dart out from the alleyway. Theyâre dressed in black, wearing combat gear and carrying weapons. Youâre terrified, wondering how the Peacekeepers have found you, until you realize that they are not Peacekeepers. Peacekeepers wear white.
Thereâs almost a dozen of them, and their leader is pointing his finger down the street to your right, an area you havenât explored yet. He barks out an order, one of the girls in the middle turns with a gun, shooting at the jabberjay. They flap their wings, rising from where theyâre perched, flying around.
Rebels.
Your lips part, wanting to speak, but the words die in your throat. Youâre not dressed like they are, you look like you belong in the Capitol because of the clothes youâre wearing. Youâre even sitting in an abandoned boutique as if youâre not completely surrounded by danger.
It doesnât matter, theyâre gone before you can work up the courage to speak. You watch as one of the boys toward the end grabs another boy with blonde hair, pulling him along. Neither of them stick out in your mind, and then the first boy turns, looking over his shoulder, right at you.
Itâs Finnick. Itâs Finnick, and heâs pulling along Peeta.Â
You move now, trying to follow him. Youâre sure heâs seen you, but as you step out of the shop and in front of it, looking at where youâd been standing, you see that itâs too dark to make out much of anything. The awning above the street blocks any sunlight that might be able to get inside.
âHey,â You call, walking after them. Theyâre moving too fast, trying to escape the birds, running around the corner. You begin to jog, not wanting to lose them in the maze of Capitol streets.Â
Even as a team, they move remarkably fast. Youâre barely catching Finnickâs bronze hair in glimpses each time they take a turn. Theyâre losing the birds, though. And even worse, you.
âHey!â You shout, sprinting down the street. âWait!â
It grows more narrow, crowded with decorations that citizens couldnât pull inside before leaving. Thereâs many places to hide, too many buildings to duck into. You canât see Finnick anymore, much less hear the stomping of their boots against the asphalt.Â
When youâre breathing so hard that youâre sure youâre going to throw up your lunch, you slow down, coming to a stop in the middle of the walkway. Your face contorts, hands on your hand.
âFuck.â You breathe, walking at a slow pace. âFinnick!â
You peer into the local stores, checking behind every bush. You know that eight people would never be able to hide around this area without splitting up. They couldâve gone anywhere.
âFinnick, please!â You stop in the middle of a crossroads, taking your time to look down what each road offers. âItâs me, itâs (Y/n)! Iâm alive!â You struggle to breathe normally, whispering, âPlease, Iâm alive.â
When thereâs no appearance, you sigh. The one chance you had, and now heâs gone.
â(Y/n)?â A faraway voice asks.
You turn instantly to face the person, finding Finnick standing at the end of a walkway. Heâs not alone. In fact, heâs with the leader of the group, whoâs clutching a large gun in his hands, wary. This doesnât bother you.
âFinnick.â You say, starting toward him. âOh my god.â
Thereâs a deep crease between his eyebrows, watching you come closer. âYouâreâhow are you here?â
You walk straight into his arms, letting him crush you against his body. You grip on tightly to his shoulder, face pressed into the space above the vest. He presses a kiss into your hair once, then twice, and again and again. When heâs had enough, he pulls away, grabbing your face to kiss your lips.
Itâs gentle, loving, but quickly turns greedy as he refuses to let you go. And when he does, itâs not because he needs to breathe, itâs because his shoulders are shaking. His face is wet, eyes filled with tears. You bring his forehead to yours, thumbs wiping away the tears.
âItâs okay, Finnick.â You murmur.
âThe Capitol said you were dead. They showed your body. How are youâ?â
âI escaped out of the arena.â You tell him, stroking his hair. âIâve been in the trees between the districts the whole time. I got here yesterday.â
He backs away, lips pressed together, tears still sliding down his cheeks. âOf course you did.
You pout, shaking your head. âI cut the tracker out.â You show him your arm, which is looking better this afternoon, but still far from healed. âIâm not sure whoâs body you saw, but it wasnât mine.â You reach for his hands. âI am so, so sorry.â
He pulls you back into his body, hugging you. âYouâre alive, (Y/n). Thatâs all that matters to me.â He frowns. âIâm not leaving you again.â
âIâm going to hold you to that.â
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So apparently all this time I hadn't noticed how the circle around the star on Aaravos's chest had switched directions until I read this post.





This is odd. How even before anything bad happened with him and Leola, the circle around his star was in the downward direction, when it's supposed to be facing upward, but then changed direction obviously due to Leola's death (and I've always believed that his star turning black was because he lost her: his one deep truth). This was clearly no mistake, and I came up with a few possibilities I feel might explain this:
1) Aaravos had always been different from the other Startouch elves. Not just mentally and emotionally, but even his birth. I believe in the tdp art book it said that Startouch mages are extremely rare, with only one being born in generations. Aaravos is part of that rare few, and I haven't seen any others besides him. Perhaps one being born a Star mage means their symbol is also different.
2) It's because of Leola. We still don't know the details of her birth, but I've always thought her constellation or whatever was connected to Aaravos's, so maybe when she was born, they complemented each other somehow. Maybe the symbols on their chest are like the yin and yang symbol, one side facing one way and the other facing the opposite direction. Also, this is random, but y'know how the tdp creators like to reference to Avatar in the show (like the Callum and Sokka boomerang moment)? Aaravos's VA also did Koh's voice in Avatar. In the last episode of s1 (Avatar), Koh was talking to Aang about the ocean/sea spirit and the moon spirit; how they were like good and evil, push and pull, etc. Maybe, just maybe, the creators made Aaravos and Leola to be like those spirits, and without one of the two's soul/spirit, it would cause an imbalance, thus the circle around Aaravos's star changing direction.
3) (I like this one a lot btw) Aaravos purposefully made the circle downward as a way to set himself apart from the other (arrogant) Startouch elves. A personal decision of his regarding his identity compared to them. I think it's possible for him to have changed it with magic.
4) I also thought another possibility could be what @kradogsrats said about Aaravos's descent to Xadia. I was thinking maybe being down in Xadia or away from the stars for so long made the symbol turn upside down, but this doesn't really seem accurate cause then Leola's probably would've been like his, whether she was born from the heavens or in Xadia.
But again, the first two possibilities could be wrong since Aaravos's symbol seems to be facing upward here, and I assume this is him before he descended to Xadia:

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Another thing that I want to address:

@stardustamaryllis78 pointed this out on one of their posts, and it absolutely baffled me cause I hadn't noticed it before. I chalked it up to it being before the creators fleshed Aaravos out, but then I just went back to look at one of the s6 posters and I noticed THIS!?:


UM?? Okay, so the star is white AND the circle is upward. I always thought the gorgeous, astounding, immaculate, spectacular, heart stopping s6 posters of Aaravos with each Primal Source was actually him when he was pre-fallen. I thought so cause they weren't showing him doing dark magic so...
But apparently, this is him as fallen wearing his stunning Startouch formal attire. When I saw the star was bright in these posters I thought it was because he's doing magic ig (like how it did in s2), but then that doesn't explain why his star was bright again as humanity was being banished. But then I thought of one thing that might explain both pictures: Aaravos probably used his magic to make his star look bright (likely to deceive the others and make himself not look suspicious).
ANYWAY- pls tdp creators bring Leola back (like in the Clannad anime or smthing!) and restore his star heart again!! đ
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What I would say/i guess about women who are attracted to Micah Bell and Javier Escuella:
(I fit into this group of women) (ËàŒ„Ë(đ

â€ïž Javier and Micah are the characters I'm most focused on in the game and in the fandom, but I intend to talk about other members of the gang if anyone wants me to.
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In my view if a someone feels attracted to Micah Bell, Iâd say she has a thing for chaotic, unpredictable, and somewhat dangerous men. Micah is treacherous, manipulative, and extremely violent, but he also has a twisted charisma and unshakable confidence. This might suggest that sheâs drawn to unapologetic rude manâs (bad boys? NoâŠI don't think that's the right term for him, I'll explain later) who exude self-assurance and an âI do whatever I want, no one can stop meâ attitude. Fascination with danger, being ordered around and âthreatenedâ, something almost sadistic...the desire to possess or be taken by something/someone in which the relationship would be seen as forbidden or absurdly impossible, especially if the couple don't resemble each other in the slightest.
If I were to analyze their types:
I did some research with AI, psychology videos and voices in my head (lol-), so I came to the conclusion, almost certainly because I'm not a health expert, but I believe the conclusion corresponds to my summarized research:
â€ïž One of the most evident reasons or possibilities, repeating once again: questionable charisma and danger. Micah has a charismatic nature, with a strong presence, confidence, boldness, and a sense of security. He attracts many people, even those who question his morality. A visible aura of conscious danger can be thrilling, especially for those who are drawn to dominant and unpredictable personalities, as he always appears unfazed and unintimidated by others. Itâs no coincidence that he didnât panic when he was shot by Dutch or when he repeatedly clashed head-on with Arthur.
Many people are fascinated by charismatic villains, and Micah, with his rustic style and confident attitude, can be captivating. Additionally, some people are attracted to troubled men, believing they can change them, feeling drawn to problematic individuals because they think they can âfixâ or âsaveâ them, romanticizing the idea that he could be different with the right love. I believe this could happen, but it would depend a lot on his own effort. Normally, people donât change completely because of the environment in which they grew up and learnedâboth childhood and adolescence play a huge role in shaping an individual. The way someone is raised (whether well or poorly) MOLDS who they become and how they act.
Example: extremely strict, conservative people, and in many cases, Christiansâmostly Protestantsâoften learn from their families certain prejudiced expressions and statements that were justified as biblical in many cases, even though not all of them were concrete. Some were used to âcover upâ acts and speeches against these groups of people. That being said, I can say that Micah is somewhat of a patriot, even if he isnât particularly religious. The way he was raised by his father, possibly even being distant from his own mother, made him completely closed off, locked inside his own world of justice and reason. He is an adult and knows how to make choices, he knows what is right and wrongâeven if his sense of morality is distorted due to the way he was raised and taught by his father. If Iâm not mistaken, Micah is the youngest son, and maybe thatâs why he kept doing what his father didâperhaps in an attempt to please him, to be greater than him, or maybe just to avoid forgetting someone he barely remembers
JUNGIAN SHADOW: The Repressed Side of the Psyche
â€ïž Carl Jung, a psychiatrist and psychotherapist born in Switzerland, conducted research and described a âshadowâ as an unconscious and repressed part of a personâs personality, where traits, desires, and impulses that do not fit into the conscious or socially acceptable identity (the one that divides a person in terms of moral good and evil) are stored. The shadow can contain both negative aspects, such as aggressiveness and selfishness, as well as repressed qualities, such as boldness and a desire for freedom. Carl began developing the concept of the Shadow around the 1910s. Micah Bell presents himself as an individual who does not care about social and moral norms. He is treacherous, grumpy, mocking, and opportunistic, but also extremely free, proudly self-confident, and fearless. For some people, especially those who repress certain desires or more primitive impulses, he can become an irresistible symbol. Perhaps they project onto him what they secretly wish to be or experienceâwhether it be the feeling of power, strength, lack of restraints, or the freedom to act without guilt. The attraction to someone like Micah may stem from an unconscious identification with this shadow, as he embodies aspects of the psyche that some would like to express but cannot due to societal norms or their own self-control.
Attraction to the Feeling of Power and Domination, to the Alpha Male
â€ïž The idea of the âalpha male,â which is a bit of a clichĂ© termâI donât knowâis deeply rooted in biological and social instincts. For much of human history, survival depended on strength, dominance, and the ability of men to lead in tribal societies. Although social dynamics today are more complex, the attraction to traits associated with power and leadership remains strong in many people.
Micah have exudes this brutal survivor energy. He fears no one, manipulates to get what he wants, and always maintains control over situations. Even though he is despicable, he is a strategist and survives in a world where the weak are discarded. For some people, this behavior conveys strength and raw masculinityâsomething that can trigger an unconscious attraction, especially in those who value security, protection, or dominant leadership. Another psychological factor is that some people are drawn to danger and unpredictability. Someone like Micah will never be boring; he will always be a challenge, mainly because his actions are unpredictable. For some people with a more submissive personality or who seek dominant figuresâsomeone who gives them the feeling of âhe is in control, I donât need to ask, he takes care of itââhe may seem magnetic, even with his cruel behavior.
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Now, if a woman likes Javier Escuella, the story is quite differentâŠ. Javier is a loyal man (at least to some extent), passionate about life, music, and camaraderie. He has a Latin charm, a romantic side deep down, and gives off an energy of a âseductive outlaw.â This could indicate that sheâs attracted to men with an exotic touch, who mix charisma with passion and emotional intensity. Maybe sheâs drawn to adventurersârebels who still hold onto some sense of honorâsomeone who can be dangerous but also has principles.
â€ïž A woman who likes Javier Escuella prefers a more romantic rebelâsomeone who can be dangerous but still carries passion and loyalty (to his own interests). Itâs more about intensity and adventure rather than pure self-destruction. In fact, it's said both in the game and on websites and books that Javier fled Mexico fearing for the lives of the people he loved, not for his own skin. He killed a man of power because he was in love with a woman who was married to this man of "power". But I don't remember if this question of being in love is one hundred percent affirmative, I didn't smoke anything while I was playing and I think he says it like thisâŠ.look:

I firmly believe that Javier is not a fool, he wouldn't kill someone for no apparent reason, not even in the heat of the moment, in that scene of the separation of the gang he shows himself confused and analytical about everything that happened in the gang, so much so that I believe that he thinks he and Bill decided to leave, I didn't see Javier or Bill in the scene where Arthur climbs the stone hills, I only remember Micah, Dutch and those other two men that Micah took to the gang. So in my opinion the military man or man of power that Javier killed for the woman he loved, possibly did something against the workers or even to her, if he was going to stay with her he would have known exactly how to escape even if it was risky, maybe this man would have discovered the betrayal and killed her or beat her, or something worse... Mexico at that time was known as a violent place, where the minority that suffered the most were women.
If I were to analyze their types:
I don't think Javier needs that much analysis for someone to like him, he doesn't have any kind of Red flag đ©, so let's say....right right, I did some research and one of the traits that is most included in attractiveness would be personality and Identification. Javier is a loyal, charismatic, and enigmatic member. His blend of honor and pragmatism can attract people who seek trustworthy and loyal figures but also have an independent and rebellious side that refuses to be stepped on.
Personality Theory (Big Five) and Connection to Attachment Theory:
According to attachment theory, many people seek partners who offer a secure attachmentâsomeone who is present but not overly controlling. Javier represents this balance, as he appears committed and protective without being suffocating. He cares about those he loves, but does not deprive them of their freedom. According to this theory, people with high agreeableness may feel drawn to his loyalty and sense of brotherhood. Meanwhile, those with greater openness to experience (similar to him) might relate to his free-spirited nature.
â€ïž Agreeableness - is a personality trait that refers to the tendency to be cooperative and compassionate rather than suspicious or antagonistic. Individuals with high agreeableness are generally more respectful, friendly, generous, helpful, and committed
The Instinct of Care, the Fantasy of the Protective Partner, and the Need for Security and Protection:
Many women (and not just women, even some small groups of men) feel attracted to men who give off a sense of security, not just physically but also emotionally. And Javier shows unwavering loyalty to his group and his companions, which can be seen as a sign of reliability and stability. Heâs someone who doesnât abandon those he cares about, but for him, loyalty is the trunk of the tree of morality, which can create a feeling of comfort and protectionâsomething that is exceptionally sought after and desired among women.
Javier can also be seen as the archetype of the âprotective partner,â someone who defends those he loves and is willing to fight for them. This traitâonce again, repeatingâcan trigger the unconscious desire to be cared for and protected, especially in women who value relationships built on trust and mutual security.
Psychodynamics and Projection:
Carl Jung, who I mentioned earlier at the beginning of the post, would probably say that male figures like Javier can representârepeating againâthe archetype of the âloyal companion,â someone who combines empathy and strength. For some, he might symbolize qualities they wish to express or find in another person. What people seek and value the most are deep emotional connections, so they might find themselves attracted to the way he engages with others. Those who repress desires for adventure, a sense of justice, loyalty, or independence might project that onto him, admiring his free-spirited life since they donât allow themselves to live that way.
And lastly.....
Attraction to the Exotic and the Mysterious Past:
Javier has a foreign backgroundâheâs Mexicanâand a past thatâs barely explored (which I firmly believe could make up half the story of a full game; heâs so underdeveloped, unfortunately). This can spark interest in people who feel drawn to the curiosity about his past or even to the idea of an outsider. Psychologically, the effect of novelty on something unknown can make that attraction even stronger.
So, I can conclude from these analyses that women/girls who are attracted to both Javier and Micah Bell likely have a fascination with extreme contrasts. On one hand, she values loyalty, protection, and deep emotional connection (Javier fits here); on the other, she feels drawn to danger, unpredictability, and limitless freedom (Micah fits here). This may reflect a duality within herself (which I also feel)âa desire for security and stability, but also a curiosity for controlled chaos and the forbidden thrill in their stark differences.
Maybe youâre someone who seeks different intensities in relationships, who is interested in psychological complexity, and who might have a repressed sense of pride that expresses itself through these opposing attractions or through the actions of the character you feel drawn to. I believe that people in our group take pride in having a partner who matches their âANIMUSââa confident partner who is admired or desired for their control over what they do or simply for being great at it. This also helps shape your own image as their partner. Couples where one person is striking make the second partner more interesting, sparking curiosity about âwho?â or âhow?â the person managed to win and claim them.
CINEMA! Iâm going crazy, creating theories and analysesâthis is fun and makes me happy! đ¶đ»đ€žđ»
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Random thought, and warning for feelings cause I'm apparently all up in them today.
On the topic of Billy's mom; I'm very unfamiliar with how court systems were back in the 80s, especially in California. But i'm assuming it would be mostly similar to today in regards to placing the child in the care of the parent who is more financially stable, has a residence, etc. I think courts favored moms the most back than? But I also believe they looked into the financial thing more, right?
So, I've been trying to piece together why she left but still had contact with Billy before eventually stopping contact altogether, and I've come up with this theory. (Really wish we had more to go on đ)
I think Neil was controlling enough that I'm sure Billy's mom didn't have a job. She was more than likely a stay at home mom (which would be strike one, cause i'm sure whatever job she was able to find after the split wouldn't be as financially stable as Neil's). I also believe Neil purposefully had any home bought only in his name and not both of them. (Which would be strike 2. She doesn't have a place to live that could house her child, she could have gotten an apartment for all we know, or could be staying with family or friends, but i kinda also believe Neil probably drove wedges between her and her family, purposefully kept her away from them over the years, etc). I also think Neil more than likely used blackmail or the cheating allegations (no matter if they were true or false).
So this all being said, even if they favored Neil and awarded him full custody, there would still be visitation rights for Billy's mom. So the fact it was reduced to only phone calls (at least as far as we see in those flashbacks, there could have been outings but we will never know), makes me believe that Neil had something on her that could threaten the visitation rights too. Or maybe he already used that threat in court and now her contact is either supervised visitation or limited phone calls?
Regardless, I think the phone calls stopped due to guilt. I think Billy didn't understand that his mom lost custody or something, I think it was becoming too painful for her to keep calling and him begging each and every time for her to come home or for her to take him with her, when she legally couldn't. Doesn't make it right, but I do genuinely believe that contact stopped because of this.
Hell, maybe she was fighting in the background to try and win custody back for all we know. Maybe she was getting close to doing so, and that was part of the reason why they moved? Between Max's dad and Billy's mom, Neil probably wanted them both out of the picture or at least not so close by for the kids to run too. So he upheaved everyone to Hawkins. (This part I'm not so sure about, but it's a potential plausible explanation among other potential reasons).
I'd love to hear others thoughts on this matter, cause i'm curious if others agree or if there is potentially more to the story that I'm not seeing
(Also, p.s. send me happy thoughts too, I've been sooo stressed out the last 5 weeks with work that all my brain is coming up with is angst and feelings, and I need fluffffffffffff)
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Lin and Suyin - On Why Sometimes Love Means Saying "No"
In cases where you are raising a child, caring about them can often mean saying "no" or presenting as the opposition. This is particularly true when the child in question is displaying harmful behaviors.
The most blatant example of this between the Beifong sisters is the flashback in Old Wounds, wherein you see Suyin skipping school with a couple of other kidsâ a bag of items that they have likely stolen spilling over on a coffee table.
Teenage Lin confronts Suyin with a blatant look of disproval. Her inquires are met with:
"Oh no, are you going to tell mom? It's not like she is going to care."
ERRRT. Back up. What is really going on here?
A cry for attention.
It is not normal for a twelve year-old child to say that their mom is not going to care about them engaging in dangerous behaviors. I would even argue that the most important sentiment behind that statement is "she isn't going to care."
And what we see in the next flashback a few years later proves that Suyin was and is, in fact, testing the waters. She is now driving a getaway vehicle after a robbery. Her behavior is doomed to escalate, because it is not being met with any parental opposition.
How far can I take it? When will it matter?
This is the part where a parent should be stepping in to intervene. They should be trying to figure out what is lacking in the child's life or what they are seeking. However, what we witness instead is that this burden/role has fallen to Lin.
Mind you, in the first flashback Lin herself is a teenager. She lacks the experience or maturity to be dealing with a child displaying these behaviors, which is shown when she escalates the situation by insulting the two boys. And yet, she still tells Suyin :
"Su stop. You have so much potential. You're ruining your life."
In the second flashback, her words are:
"I'm not letting you get away with this." "So, once again, Su gets to do whatever she wants, and there are no consequences."
Lin is acting as a psuedo-parent in the absence of Toph. She cares about her younger sister and is attempting to show this by drawing a line. Suyin is lashing out against Lin like she would an authority figure.
Toph in this situation, I believe, would not be that concerned with Suyin's behavior, because she herself engaged in rebellious behavior as a kid. The key differenceâ and what I think Toph failed to realize in raising Suyinâ is that she herself grew up with extremely strict parents from the get go. In Toph's case, breaking away from them and finding her independence was key to her growth. It was a good thing.
This is completely different from a kid being raised and allowed to do what they want from the beginning like Suyin. The lack of parental guidance and attention as a foundation produced an entirely different issue than what Toph faced.
"We didn't have a normal childhood. Neither of us knew our fathers, and Toph was always busy being Chief of Police. Because mom grew up in such a strict house, she gave us all the freedom in the world, hoping we'd figure out our own paths."
"That sounds like a good thing."
"And in a way, it was. But we both ended up fighting for mom's attention. Lin followed in her footsteps and became a cop. I was more of a rebel."
Bingo. Here we have Suyin admitting her rebellious behavior was attention-seeking towards her mom. Unfortunately, due to Toph being often absent due to her job, it would seem this behavior often went most noticed by Lin.
An older/younger sibling tale as old as time.
Lin and Suyin were both acting in accordance with the hands they were dealt. They were young. Mistakes were made. Lin should never have had to act as an opposition to her sister's behavior as a teenager; she should have been able to act like a kid herself. Suyin should not have been left to her own devices to the point where she is acting out to seek attention.
So, what do we arrive at? Compelling backstory for two middle-aged women, who present as awesome, strong characters đ Something rare in media, animation being more scarce. I love them so much. Almost as much as they love each other.


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