#but i think i like and understand him way more now that i've made this

[melrosing]

why did martin made cersei evil from the beginning? tyrion and jaime are very fucked up but they still have some kindness and empathy in them. at age 7 she was torturing baby tyrion by pulling on his genitals and threatening the wet nurse her tongue would be cut out. she killed her friend at age 10. having all these negative traits baked in from the beginning makes her more flat for me. plus martin made her stupid and mockable. she has zero self awareness. she is dishonest with herself. even d&d had more respect for her. do you think cersei is a sociopath? i think martin doesn't like her. do you agree with me?

ok you pose several arguments here but I will try and reply as entirely as I can.

why did martin made cersei evil from the beginning?

I've questioned this choice sometimes but I don't think it was necessarily the wrong one?? the scene with baby Tyrion is to me a deeply disturbing but still very interesting one that says a lot about Cersei, her relationship with Tywin, and the greater part she's played in shaping her relationship with Tyrion.

here, she has obviously very quickly absorbed Tywin's 'the baby killed Joanna' narrative, and is punishing Tyrion in a manner that's like. both childish and horribly violent at once, like she doesn't fully understand how violence is usually applied (pinching is a really childish form of violence in my mind), but she knows how to make it hurt.

then there's also the fact that perhaps Tyrion now represents a rival to second place - her status over him is that she's able-bodied, but his over her is his sex. maybe Cersei has some vague understanding of this at seven, and that's another part of why she hurts Tyrion is this extremely particular way.

and also like. Tywin is ultimately a man of extreme violence, and Cersei has always been listening at the door trying to learn from him. it makes sense that she'd be trying to apply his teachings where she sees fit, and that this would result in disturbed behaviour like what she does to Tyrion. I think it's also interesting that we can distinguish this from what Joffrey does to the cat, for example. there's a kind of obliviousness to that act of violence in Joffrey's early childhood (making more the case for nature over nurture, though nurture plays its part). Cersei's childhood violence is a lot more intentional: it feels like she's trying to exercise power of her own, and that is very much fitting with adult Cersei's story.

however, I think Cersei herself identifies the Melara incident as something of an outlier in her childhood. I don't say this to suggest that Cersei was not a very violent child, but that she didn't do it out of pure evil. I think the key factor driving Cersei to do what she does to Melara is a fear for her own mortality - Melara points out that if noone talks of Maggy's prophecy, it needn't be true, and so Cersei kills the only other person who knows of it (besides Maggy). I do think spite towards Melara for yearning for Jaime factored insofar as this helps Cersei build just enough spite towards Melara that she's able to do what she does, but it is primarily an act of self-preservation, I think. I think many evil acts of Cersei's are self-preservation, though taken way past the line of what's justifiable to that end.

and ofc, Cersei as an adult feels some level of guilt about what she did to Melara. it does fuck with her a bit. I think the main reason is that Melara was a friend and confidante for a time, someone who she could have held close but instead cast out (same as how she briefly reflects on Sansa and how she might have done better by her). so..... again, it does come down to self-preservation in the end, but I don't think Cersei was a two-dimensional evil kid. you can find the sense in her reasoning, which is pretty absent in what Joffrey does to the cat.

tyrion and jaime are very fucked up but they still have some kindness and empathy in them.

i personally find the cersei/her brothers dichotomies kind of frustrating cos like. not every character needs the traits of empathy and kindness. Cersei is not the only character in ASOIAF who lacks these traits. Littlefinger, Euron, Roose, Ramsay, Tywin himself, etc, all lack these traits, and yet are not afforded anything close to complexity Cersei is. she is the only POV character among these villains. and whilst I do think that the whiplash between Cersei's occasionally-played-for-laughs foolishness and her sexual trauma is sometimes verging on ill-judged, fandom should take more accountability for the extent to which they relegate Cersei to dark comic relief. she was not written as this.

and as I've said before, whilst I do think it's notable that Cersei is our primary female villain yet written as often foolish and ridiculed as such, yet male villains comparably tend to be much savvier, it still makes sense that Cersei would lack these smarts: she wasn't taught them. still, sure, to some extent I agree that GRRM should not have played this for laughs so often.

returning again to Cersei lacking empathy etc - well, you have other characters who lack evil. Brienne hasn't really got a gram of darkness in her body, yet is enormously complex in other ways. then you've got characters like Asha, who have more of a balance of the two, and yet aren't even half as complex as Cersei (despite being a POV). GRRM has not refused Cersei complexity, and he has not written her, on his own part, without empathy. we see Cersei grieve, we see Cersei traumatised, we see Cersei frightened, we see Cersei humiliated. again, as I've said before, GRRM makes us hold Cersei's cruelty in the one hand, and Cersei's pain in the other, and reckon with both at once. neither excuses the other, as they might in a lesser story - like Game of Thrones!

and i'm not going to go deep into GOT right now, but I don't agree that d&d had more respect for Cersei as a character. d&d cannot conceive of Cersei as anything besides a mother. they reduce everything about her to motherhood, and when she runs out of children, they stick another one in her. they cannot imagine what might drive a character like Cersei beyond motherhood. it is essentially the final note of her story - 'I don't want our baby to die' etc. i don't think i need to say much more to explain that I think reducing a character like book Cersei to this, is deeply misogynistic. if you want to see that misogyny in action elsewhere, see how the finale ultimately frames a dichotomy between the childless Dany, a freak tyrant, and the pregnant mother Cersei, who the writers think we'll want to escape to Pentos to survive with her baby, and who we're supposed to weep for when she doesn't make it out. and now remember what happened like. one episode before with Missandei, the last black woman on this show. d&d couldn't respect a woman if their lives depended on it

do you think cersei is a sociopath?

GRRM says she has an 'almost sociopathic' view of the world, but obviously shies away from identifying her as such, and I think he's right to - these kinds of labels are far too prescriptive when what you're trying to write is a character in a book, not an article for a medical journal.

do you agree with me?

nah not really. ultimately I think whilst Cersei is written as unabashedly evil, this doesn't mean that that evil is two dimensional. she exists on the darkest end of the spectrum because I think that is the most interesting place for her to occupy - I don't believe Cersei's story would be improved with a redemption arc, or a couple of instances where she sneaks Sansa a sweet or w/e. grey characters are interesting, yeah, but they are not invariably more interesting than those in the darkest shades, and I don't think GRRM has done Cersei an injustice by not painting her lighter.

[rwby-encrusted-blog]

Reconnect & Reorient

Based on @pilot-boi and @novankenn's Au(s)

Prismeya: *Picking up a phone* Hello, Arc residence, this is Prismeya Arc Speaking. Who is this?

Willow: Hello Prismeya, It's Willow.

Prismeya: Will- WILLOW! Snowball- Honey- What Happened! YOu've been arrested, why are you calling me?

Willow: Because Whitley's safe with Winter, but Weiss is nowhere to be found. I can only imagine that she's trying to find a safe space, and I've only ever spoke your praises.

Willow: I ... I think she's going to try and find you for refuge, and if you come across her keep her safe. You're one of the most upstanding, honest people I've ever met ... though I thought the same of Jacques ... but you, even when we were kids, would go out of your way to pick up garbage and you always drove the speed limit, and- well I can't quite imagine you so much as Jaywalking.

Prismeya: ... Ah.

Willow: Whatever Jacques has done, he's likely dragging me to hell with him. He's not a good man, and I knew he was doing shady business under the table, but I never thought he'd be so inhuman with these ... activities.

Willow: But you? You run a clean, profitable organization. You treat your workers well and are a kind mother. Nothing happens without your knowing.

Willow: Just ... Keep Weiss Safe. I doubt she knows what her father has done if I don't.

Prismeya: ... If I find her, if she comes to me, I will do everything in my power to keep her safe. Arc's Promise.

Willow: Thank you Prismeya. You have no idea how much that means to me.

*Click*

Prismeya: ...

Prismeya sank to the floor, tears prickling at her eyes, guilt twisting in her stomach. She sat there for a while, silently weeping.

Jaune: Mom? MOM!

Prismeya: What? Oh! *Sniffle* Jaune! How did Pyrrha like her soup?

Jaune: Mom What happened? What's wrong?

Prismeya: Uh, Nothing you need to worry about-

Jaune: No! Pyrrha's fine enough. You're crying. What's Wrong?

Prismeya: ... I have been lying to an old friend of mine for a Long, long time. I ... I didn't even realize it. But now ... I've made her a promise, one I can keep, but I also ... I don't know if she'll like how I do it.

Jaune: ... I ... I think this is one of those times where I can't know more because it's a secret, but you know an Arc keeps their Promise. If they're really your friend they'll understand. If they're not your friend ... Then you've made a mistake and you'll have to live with it. And I'll help you of course, you're Name is my Name, and I'll do whatever it takes to help you keep your promise.

Prismeya: ... Heh. You're really too sweet Jaune. *She Stand up, pulling him into a hug and kissing him on the head* I'm feeling better already. Could you help me get dinner started? you're father is going to be back from the Car shop soon.

~~~~~

One of the Best ways to never get caught committing a Crime, is to not look like you're committing one in the first place. If you're running illicit materials, just drive in accordance to the rules of the Road. If you're somewhere you're not supposed to be, act like you're right where you're supposed to be.

Willow Doesn't know the underworld is so connected to her - Her father was an upstanding, honest business man, so why would her Loyal, Honest, Law-Abiding friend be any different?

[ghouljams]

Who do you think embodies Do I Wanna Know - Arctic Monkeys compared to Hozier’s version of it.

I feel like Price has more Arctic Monkeys and Gaz is SO Hozier’s version. But also… I think Ghost also has Hozier’s version as well.

This is the hard-hitting journalism I'm made for as both an AM and Hozier fan.

"Do I Wanna Know" -Hozier has big Ghost vibes for me. The melancholy that lingers in the refrain of "Was sort of hoping that you'd stay" shines through so poignantly in Hozier's version. It's the begging of a man who would rather fall into alcoholism than admit he's lost someone he'll never get back. He's desperate in asking "you've never thought of calling when you've had a few?" you've never wanted him in your lowest moments? "Because I always do" but the feeling isn't "I want to call you when I'm drunk" rather "I want to call you all the time" echoing the sentiment of "dreamt about you nearly every night this week." The feeling of a man who's already fallen to the bottom of the well, who has no leg to stand on so he must crawl. "Too busy being yours to fall for somebody new" Ghost is a dog that's only ever been loyal to one master, and he'll keep crawling back to the same door he's always known even long after you've moved.

I do think Hozier's version has Gaz vibes as well, but more in the control and measure. The clear execution of the lyrics, and the meandering pace makes it feel like a message left on an answering machine. It feels like a manifesto, a declaration that he's not over you. You can break up with him, but that doesn't mean he'll leave you alone. "There's this song I found, that makes me think of you somehow, and I play it on repeat" is exactly the sort of rambling sentence that a man who's just come home from a boys night would drawl into a phone clutched between his ear and shoulder. Sitting up in bed and trying to find the right words to say that'll make you open the door when he knocks. There's this sadness, this "I wish I wasn't like this" that speaks to a man trying to find a way to make it right, that you don't get in the Arctic Monkeys version.

The AM version however, yeah Price. The hard boot step of the beat, that feels like a march towards an inevitability. A man who's used to people jumping to comply with his orders and can't fathom why you wouldn't as well. The heavy guitar and the accusatory "Have you got color in your cheeks?" give the idea of a man that knows not only who he's talking to, but exactly how to talk to you. A man who will say exactly what he needs to in order to get you to come crawling back to him. "Crawling back to you" is a misnomer that leads into the high energy question of "You ever thought of calling when you've had a few?" he isn't crawling back to you, he's just trying to find the words that'll make you think he's the mess he isn't. "You ever get the feeling that you're in deep?" Feels more sinister here, do you ever feel the pressure, do you ever find the flash of understanding that I've already won? "Simmer down and pucker up" (the whole second verse really, which is MISSING from Hozier's version) is so Price, shut up and comply, let me do what I need to do to get you back, don't remember why you're mad just kiss me and I'll have you until we start this process all over again... very Price.

ALSO We're missing a crucial version here: The EZ Band version. Which is Soap's version. It's playful, it's colorful, it's luring you into a false sense of security. But there's a frantic energy in the background that speaks to the desperation of our favorite Scot. He's not leaving a message, he's not waiting around, he's on your doorstep right now trying to pick your lock while he tells you about how badly he needs you. "We can be together, if you wanted to" is pleading in this version, a stress on "if you wanted to" that feels like he's asking a leading question. Not "If you wanted to," but "I'm asking to be together again." Then "Do you want me crawling back to you" is almost accusatory, "is this what it takes, is this what you want? because I'll do it."

[nalesnik-z-morela]

Good Omens The Final bingo bc i've been having Thoughts sice i watched s1 and s2

About the way of presenting the movie:

🔹Narration like in s1

🔹Minisode(s)? (i'm almost hopeless)

🔹"The present day" boards [btw how tf long are Aziracrow going to be in the divorce??]

🔹S1 and s2 references

🔹New stuff from s1 and s2 we'll understand better/differently after watching the final (like Crowley jokingly pointing some weapon at Aziraphale in s1) (or i hope that w/out reading the book but after watching The Final, for example, it would be more obvious that it was Aziraphale who set this policeman's notes on fire)

Stuff i really hope to see (🔶) and everything else i think would make sense in the series (🔸):

🔶Book references that weren't used yet (well, im pretty sure we'll get those)

🔶Clear Terry Partchett vibes from the book (i need this, the whole fandom does)

🔶Aziracrow dancing waltz to the main theme PLEASE

🔶The dance ending (inspired by "Tango" by S. Mrożek, i will elaborate on that because i came up with beautiful symbolism to this, the link will be here when i make the post)

🔶Aura Centauri reference? (It would make perfect sense with the theory post to-be-linked above at at least two levels)

🔶Aziraphale and Crowley wearing clothes that aren't they usual colours as a symbol of not belonging anymore to Hell or Heaven

🔶"Just enough of a bastard to be worth liking"

🔶"My dear", "dearest" (PLES IM BEGGIN ON MY KNES)

🔶Silly Bible references

🔸The thing opening car window -?? The time corb?

🔸Crowley saving Aziraphale

🔸Or Aziraphale saving Crowley

🔸Aziraphale in Heaven doing Inteligent Stuff™/looking for clues, trying to break the system

🔸Aziraphale getting that the system is broken? Quitting paricipating in it??

🔸They both feeling lonley ;-; (the Bildad episode reference intended)

🔸Crowley stopping time

🔸Or Crowley trying to make time go faster? Or just sleeping? [Fuck nah, that's too depressive] (is it even possible to wake him up if he can sleep any amount of time?)

🔸14th century? Aziraphale alone? (Aziraphale bringing 14th century vibes to the function [Heaven] bc it's the only time he was alone for such long time??)

🔸Crowley not following fashion or trends bc he feels that what he has now is somehow connected to Aziraphale

🔸"Show must go on" by Queen

🔸Aziraphale "falling" (realising Heaven doesn't want everybody's good and neither his, loosing his beliefs in it)

🔸Aziraphale not being able to handle stuff in Heaven and missing Earth (that he misses Crowley is obvious, he will fkn discorporate)

🔸"Nothing lasts forever" in a positive way

🔸Aziracrow holding each other's hands, touching (protectively), physical touch as love language pls ;-;

🔸Other love languages

🔸Aziraphale being protective about Crowley

🔸[Will this be the season where it's Aziraphale of them two who walks first again in the intro? Will they be there together at all? Probably not, maybe they will take turns] (edit: will there even be an intro? I hope so)

🔸The end of Earth? What will it be? Will it happen at all?

🔸The end of Crowley and Aziraphale? (Please don't)

🔸 Aziraphale and Crowley doubting their decision? At least not being sure anymore about it?

🔸Crowley honestly talking about his feelings of any kind

🔸So fkn tired, everyone

🔸Aziraphale being badass (just as in the books), maybe the "fall" would make him be more like this

🔸Aziraphale not being able to think while stressed (like when he made up Jim name, or told angels the Half Miracle was about love etc)

🔸Wings (maybe Aziraphale protecting Crowley from Hell and Crowley protecting Azi from Heaven)

🔸Aziraphale getting suddenly obsessed and lit up over something (like with The Clues, magic tricks, gavotte etc.)

🔸Crowley's flat again

🔸Any Crowley's music besides Queen and The Velvet Underground (because not only he has the Bentley, at his flat he has a whole collection! Ordered alphabetically! We get tones of Aziraphale's books but no Crowley's music. Or am i overlooking something?)

Because i need it and Aziracrow needs it but i'm afraid to hope for it:

🟡Aziraphale and Crowley hugging, embracing (comfortingly, comfortably)

��"If performing at the West End doesn't make you a professional conjurer, i don't know what does" paralel but the most honest, from the bottom of heart

🟡"I told you to trust me. And you did!" paralel

🟡Angel and demon dancing on a top of a pin

🟡"Don't Stop Me Now" by Queen (it wouldn't really add much in most contexts i'm imagining but one: as a contrast to those tough, depressive even, times of separation, i just need Aziracrow to have a really good time together, pretty please)

About characters and lore bc im curious (or just because):

◽More Gabriel & Beelzebub content

◽More angel Crowley content

◽Bentley playing Aziraphale's music

◽God

◽The rooftop scene from s2 intro

◽"You get people wet, they're standing in the rain, look each other in the eyes and - vavoom! They realise they were meant for each other" but it's Aziracrow (jk... unless?) (edit: well it actually already happened as im thinking about it now)

◽Adam?????

◽The four horsepeople because the world is ending again (i want those bikers who were behind them in the book to have The Conversation)

◽Characters like Tyler, you know the kind

◽Agness Nutter prophecies?

◽Past apology dance(s)

◽Maggie and Nina seeing that something is definitely not alright, also not knowing where Aziraphale is

◽Muriel learning to interact with people (i mean the process)

◽Aziraphale-Adam paralel: Aziraphale telling God that they're not his parent (the paralel shouldn't be exact but the line should stand, i think)

◽Aziraphale telling God/Heaven that he's a fallen angel (as he thought in the Bildad episode), maybe telling other angels that they are/should be fallen

◽"That is not on!" and present Cowley as contrast paralels (;-;)

◽Stairs to/from Heaven/Hell (not elevators)

◽Why is Metatron a thing

◽What did Metatron need Muriel for (except for replacing Aziraphale)? They're literally waiting to see

◽Who miracled Bentley? Was it Crowley or was it not?

◽Aziraphale's golden marks

◽The 1941 photo

◽I'd like to point out that tartan probably WAS fashionable at some point, what does Crowley think about it? Can we see him in it?

◽Aziraphale lying to God. Again.

◽Is Aziraphale insecure about his body? ("Crowley's" fit while bathing in holy water, his everyday fits, his reaction to Gabriel telling him he's fat etc he's litterally me, no free will in that brain)

◽Did something happen between 1941 and (as far as i remember) 1967 and if so, what was it

◽Miscomunication as a parallel to the wink of the two nuns (or was what we've got everything we're getting?)

◽Nina being silly in a sister Mary way

◽War between Heaven and Hell, before the beginning (also i want to know what monkey Furfur was talking about. Or if it's just me not getting a reference)

◽Creation of Hell, Lucifer and all the demons

◽Time loop?

◽Aziraphale's ring lore (maybe it has something to do with Heaven, i want symbolic stuff with it)

◽Who called Aziraphale to ask about Agnes Nutter's book in s1?

◽Other demons pre fall

◽Heaven lore

[weneeya]

i'll be there for you m.list | rules

pairing. gachiakuta x reader

characters. enjin, rudo, zanka, gris

note. i've been quite obsessed with gachiakuta lately so i NEEDED to write with them! as i'm myself quite nervous all the time, i thought it might be cute to write this :) don't hesitate to request <3

⎯ Enjin or words of reassurance

You loved everyone at the cleaners, it was not the problem. They were all nice and quite funny too, no one had ever been mean to you before (not like Enjin would let them anyway) ; but you could not help it. Being in there with all those people made you nervous. 

You had an old habit, and not a nice one. Everytime you were too nervous, you would start scratching your wrist with your nails. It was a way to bring you back down there, but also to keep you away from all the noise. You did not even notice you were doing it anymore. 

But Enjin always did. He saw you in your corner, and he did not think twice before walking to you. He slightly leaned over you so you would see his face and acknowledge his presence. You looked up at him, and you saw how calm he was. You never understood how he could always be so collected, but it soothed you down ever so slightly. 

He gently brushed your arm with the back of his hand, and you stopped the scratching on your poor damaged skin. “You don’t have to do that,” he began in a soft tone that you were the only one to ever hear from him. “We can leave any time you want.” All you did was to nod at his words, and he understood the message. 

He wrapped an arm around you and, without telling anyone, he simply left the room with you so you could finally breathe again. He was always so gentle and caring with you, and you were glad. You could not do it without him.

⎯ Rudo or holding your hand

Saying you were nervous was an euphemism. You were clearly not the calmest person to have laid a foot here, and it was more than obvious. No matter how hard you tried to look cool and relax, it never worked. Having to leave the safe place of the HQ was a pure torture for you. 

Rudo was not the calmest person either ; in fact, he was quite the opposite. But when he saw you trembling and trying to steady your breath? He could not leave you like this. Zanka said it would ‘help him to go to others’ but he did not understand how. 

Yet, he had to try. He did not like seeing you looking so bad either way. So he walked closer to you, and you almost immediately noticed his figure. You stayed silent, as he was trying to align three words without stuttering. 

Suddenly, he offered his hand to you. You looked at it before looking back at Rudo with a confused face. He looked away, and you could swear you had seen a blush on his cheeks. “You can hold my hand if it helps you, you know, to calm down.” 

You blinked a few times, before a light smile quickly passed on your lips. Seeing him make so much effort for you was already soothing you down, but you could not leave him like this. You gently took his hand in yours, smiling at him. “Thanks, Rudo.” And he kept looking away the whole time.

⎯ Zanka or making tea for you

Your latest training had been pretty bad, and no matter how hard you tried, you could simply not succeed at what you were trying to do. Not only it made you frustrated, but also a lot more nervous. What if you could not improve anymore? Were you that bad? You were going to slow down everyone. 

Zanka noticed it, of course, because he was beginning to know you all too well by now. He noticed how you were a bit more on your own lately, or avoiding doing missions with him. He was not stupid. How could you think someone like him would not notice? 

The creak of the door made you look away from what was in front of you. It was Zanka, with a tray in his hands. He put it down on the nearest table alike, and you slightly tilted your head to the side. He simply gestured you to come closer. 

“I made lemon tea. You like it, right?” Your favorite tea, actually ; you noticed it by the scent. It did not take you long to understand what was going on. Zanka was not the best at this, and he knew it ; but you could always see the way he tried to help when you were a doubting and nervous wreck. 

You took the cup between your hands, a warmth building in your chest. “I do, yes.” And you knew he would not let you overwork yourself any longer.

⎯ Gris or humming your favorite song

It was your first mission in a while, because you had been wounded and you needed time to rest. It was an easy one, as you only left with Gris. He was driving, as he always was, and you were looking through the window, sitting next to him. 

You were nervous, and the word was nice. It had been so long ; what if you could not do it? Maybe you were not trained enough anymore, and if anything happened to Gris, you would not forgive yourself. 

A sigh left your lips, and Gris knew what was going on in your little head. Thankfully, he also knew the best way to calm those thoughts. Softly, a gentle hum left his lips. You did not take long before recognizing your favorite song. 

You closed your eyes, letting your mind focus on nothing more than the sound of his tone, humming so calmly the song that you always listened to when you were going crazy. You looked back at him after some time, and a light smile appeared on your lips. It needed no words, you knew each other enough to understand ; and you would never be thankful enough for this.

thank you for reading!!

[tiphprince]

Yeah, we rarely get to discuss the state of the Snape vs Marauders fandom war from both sides in a genuine way, so this is nice!

I get what you're saying about the canon vs fanon thing, and I think it's also mostly because of the way our two fandoms work.

The Marauders fandom operates almost entirely on headcanons and fanon, while the Snape fandom prizes itself on staying true to canon.

Like, the Snape fandom has a proud legacy of fucking amazing metas and essays covering every little part of his life in an effort to understand just a bit more about him. The biggest offence a fanfic writer can make in their story is writing him Out of Character. Hell, there's even some people who sometimes get annoyed when fan artist don't portray him exactly as he should be (which I do think is taking things a step too far). Even when fans post their Snape headcanons, it rarely deviates far from canon, and when it does it's for the smallest possible things that wouldn't change his character anyway.

The thing is, that for the younger part of the Marauders fandom (from what I've observed at least), many of them are proud to have only read stories like ATYD and not read the books. Admitedly, it's the exact opposite to how I like to enjoy fandoms, so I'm the worst person to possibly understand this way of doing things, but that in itself isn't a problem so much as the way these fans then act towards Snape (canon) fans.

A year or so ago, there was a post bashing Snape in the Snape tag, from a James fan. Usually as Snape fans, we treat any post in the Snape tag (that isn't tagged with any anti-Snape tag) as being free to engage with, so we did. This person argued tooth and nail that James was not a bully, that James would never bully anyone, that they knew James and he would never do anything like that.

You can imagine just how infuriating that was. Then they finally admitted to never having watched the movies, or read the books (if I remember correctly, they were only starting on the 2nd one). It was a mind blowing moment to me, and I get that this is now a common thing in the Marauders fandom, but the fact is that many do not know the difference between their fanon and the actual canon. Or rather, will bring their fanon "facts" to an arguement/debate about canon, and not realise just how nonsensical it all is.

For me, I tend to stay away from Marauders content, and I'd certainly never go on any James content to just bash him. I agree it's stupid and serves exactly no purpose, no matter the character. Just let fans enjoy their fictional peeps however they want. However, I will debate and argue with Marauders fans (or just Snape haters in general, it's not always Marauders fans) who post on the Snape tag (or in general HP subs on reddit) and to bash him, using fanon as their weapon.

I'm not trying to attack you, and I aplogize if I'm coming off a bit too strongly here, this is not my intention! I've been a Snape fan for over 15 years, and the hate for him was never this bad. It all started with ATYD and the rise of the Marauders fandom. Of course there always had been Snape haters before, but the fact that they used canon to back their opinion made it easier to not want to tear your hair out after the third time in a day you read about how Snape tortured muggleborns in school.

Before all of this, I had never spared James Potter a single thought beyond "he's Harry's dead father, used to bully Snape, don't care". James Potter fans were just not a thing. There were Sirius fans, and Remus fans, but little to no James fans. With how the Marauders fandom blew up so fast and so big, it propelled him at the very center of debates and with it the inevitable Snape vs James war (Snape being also the one character through which we learn that James wasn't the picture perfect hero, but an actual human being with flaws), and Snape fans in turn reacted very strongly to this new and sudden shitstorm coming their way. Sometimes probably even too strongly.

For example, how would you take it if suddenly James, let's say, was believed by hundreds of thousands of people to be a rapist who fed Lily love potions to keep her captive? And not only that it's these people's fanon, but it's what a lot of them actually think is truth, and then base this and go on and judge and directly attack James fans who have no idea what the fuck is even happening. New James hater: "Wow, James is such a horrible person, can't believe there's people out there who like him, this is disgusting. The guy is a rapist." Old James fan: "Hum, no? What the hell? He never did that?" New James hater: "Ah, you're a James apologist, nevermind then, I don't want to talk to someone who thinks rape is okay." Old James fan: "?????????? No???"

one thing i genuinely don’t understand is like

okay there are marauders fans and pro-snape (anti-marauders?) fans, and like, nice, people have different views and this are literally characters (most of whom barely even appear) in fiction but like why do they not only hate but seem to sometimes actively try to go against each other like can’t they coexist and just not interact and leave each one be?

because i understand that from an entirely canonical perspective, the marauders (especially james and sirius) were FAR from saints, but i also understand that pretty much the entirety of the marauders fandom stems from entirely fictional ideas from these fictional characters, like the marauders & co. are pretty much OCs at this point (within the marauders fandom) and i think that comparing them to canon is just kind of unfair? like they are literally different characters at this point, only with the same name

i see why snape fans would hate the canonical marauders, but i don’t see why they seem to hate the fan-made marauders, or the people who enjoy said fan-made marauders

i just really don’t understand the overall hate sorry please don’t come for me

[yomkippur]

the heir: kendall logan roy

"it's fucking lonely. i'm all apart."

my similar but umm very long roman roy post

veniennes, "DOOMED FROM THE BEGINNING"

jamaica kincaid, the autobiography of my mother

katie maria (heavensghost), "it lingers for your whole life"

veniennes, "DOOMED FROM THE BEGINNING"

sophokles tr. anne carson, an oresteia: agamemnon by aiskhylos, elektra by sophokles, orestes by euripides

key ballah, "on fathers"

desireé dallagiacomo, "origin story"

elizabeth lindsey rogers, "questions about the father"

ivan turgenev, first love

george r. r. martin, a storm of swords

stephen adly guirgis, the last days of judas iscariot

eric kripke, supernatural, "in my time of dying"

amatullah bourdon (butchniqabi), "and my father’s love was nothing next to god’s will"

sam fender, "seventeen going under"

john mayer, "in the blood"

salman rushdie, east, west

george r. r. martin, a storm of swords

ocean vuong, "someday i'll love ocean vuong"

[yourartmatters-itswhatgotmehere]

this, YES. i was so upset, like i actually gasped out loud. because, well, long story short i've never been team Adam for J, BUT as the first born child especially i understood Adam and where he was coming from SO. WELL, and i didn't like how much he was sidelined in shatter me series, or how much people hate him stil?? (literally, you all could never do half of the stuff Adam has done for James, and you're still mad about one slip, one harsh outburst he had with Juliette? give me a break) THAT was long story short, i was HOPING the spinoff series would show THREE brothers bonding and developing a relationship with one another now that their asshole of a father is gone and I just.. it was only a sneak peek so i still have lots of hope, i love Tahereh, i love these characters, i love this series. But just thinking about James LEAVING ADAM to live with Warnette?? how did that look like? How often was he seeing Adam?

THIS PART HERE:

"Allow me to quote Fracture me for you:

“James, to me, in many ways, feels like my own kid. I raised him. Took care of him. Protected him. Fed him and clothed him. Taught him most everything he knows. He’s my only hope in all this devastation – The only thing I’ve always lived for, always fought for. I’d be lost without him.

James gives my life purpose.” "

I don't know how i feel now, uncertain and doubtful, that's for sure, but i won't say anything more because YEAH the whole book is not out and i still have hope. BECAUSE yes Adam might want a quiet life suuurreee, but no James in his life? No relationship with ANOTHER brother he learned he has? That is NOT Adam Kent, and you can hate him, don't like him, don't give a fuck about him or do not understand him frankly doesn't matter how you feel about him, if you love the series YOU SHOULD KNOW THIS. And James? Where is my little Jamie who LOVED Adam more than anything? The VERY FIRST pages we got from Watch me(James' POv) made me think he was a mix of Kenji/Adam/Juliette, and Warner with having the least from Warner's personality which made me GLAD, and now i wonder how DEEPLY having Warner around affected my sweet baby who is not a child anymore because WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN YOUR OLDER BROTHER WAS NEVER AROUND TO TAKE CARE OF YOU?? he is the reason you are ALIVE. HE raised you. Warner didn't even want you at first, seeing you as a problem and connection to his trauma/father. (love Warner but having so many people around him being like THERE'S THE PERFECT GUY which he never was and never will be is making me so mad. HENCE why i love Kenji, my number 1 beloved sm series babe, because he was always telling it like it is with Warner)

it turned out longer than i meant lol. I APPRECIATE YOU!! and was so glad to see someone else feeling their feelings(not good necessarily) because seeing ppl being like "oh i'm sad for Adam but actually i don't give a damn about him Warner being a father so awesome" is INFURIATING to see, and it's beautiful to see someone else who seems well SANE about this.

i hope i won't be dissapointed when the book is out and actually get THREE brothers dynamic. Plus Kenji. Let's add him to anything because that's how i love it.

The newest Watch me sneak peek - RANT

(If you're excited that Juliette and Warner got to have James as their first child: I'm happy for you, but don't read this post. Because I'm a Debbie downer.)

Could someone wake me up? I don’t like whatever fever dream this is.

What do you mean James, the ten-year-old (or, eleven now, apparently), walked up to Warner and asked him to adopt him? What do you mean “The man practically raised me” ?! What do you mean Juliette and Warner “took him in”?!

“This man practically raised me.” NO, JAMES, ADAM DID. – You ungrateful little-- and Adam did everything in his power to keep James safe.

He hid James from Anderson.

He lied about his age to join the military to take care of James.

He refused to let James join the fighting because he was, you know, a child.

He kicks out Juliette, to make sure James’ safety isn’t risked.

In the second trilogy he chooses to try being pardoned by the RE, to keep James safe.

He let the RE use his powers, to keep James safe.

“Juliette and Warner took me into their home without hesitation.”

They whaatttt

Okay, let me just start with how inconvenient that would be.

We all know that Juliette was trash garbage at ruling North America in Restore me. Two months later, in Believe me, she undoubtedly still is trash garbage. + She has a whole ass house she wants to renovate now apparently. And you're telling me you want to add a ten-year-old into the mix?

James thinks Adam was barely around to look after him. Well, I have news for you, kid, your new parents are either going to be busy a) trying to rule the world, b) having sex around the clock because if the state of the world peace didn’t bother them before, a child sure as hell isn’t. (My expectations of them as parents are so low.)

Second, have they no regard at all for Adam?

This thing that Mafi has made James, Warner and Juliette do, would literally break Adam.

Allow me to quote Fracture me for you:

“James, to me, in many ways, feels like my own kid. I raised him. Took care of him. Protected him. Fed him and clothed him. Taught him most everything he knows. He’s my only hope in all this devastation – The only thing I’ve always lived for, always fought for. I’d be lost without him.

James gives my life purpose.”

And James has the f*cking nerve to say that Adam was barely around ahajhkdjviduvnlav WHY DO YOU THINK THAT IS, JAMES?! He was working to pay the bills, JAMES.

The nerve of all these people, I swear.

I actually wanted to buy the book on release day for old time’s sake, but now I’m not so sure.  

Welp, at least I have an answer to how James learned how to fight though. Adam had no say in it at all, because I guess eleven-year-olds are allowed to just transfer guardianship.  

@effei-s Girl, you and I would have a field day picking this apart.

[welcometogrouchland]

I think the disconnect between canon Belos and (a certain genre of) fanon Belos is that in canon he is pathetic (in the dramatic sense) not sympathetic.

[y-so-hungry]

Me, reading a really cute fic and getting to the vore bit (which I was unaware of because I missed the tag when reading them):

[cuntwrap--supreme]

The fucking audacity of this man to tell me he's never cared about me, then ignore me when I say that it was unfair to lie to me when I've clearly been in love with him for years, only to come back almost 2 months later asking me how work is. I can't do this shit. I'm too stressed as is. Too few spoons for my own day to day.

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

for whom good omens is being written

Hey maggots and the rest of the fandom, it's the Good Omens Mascot here. Today I read a post about this tweet:

The accompanying video genuinely made me cry. And I've been thinking about this for a long while, as far back as February, when I saw a lot of conflicting opinions on what people wanted from the third season. It really is true that no matter what you do, some people will be dissatisfied. But what matters is that Neil is writing this for Terry.

And I was reminded of some paragraphs from the Good Omens TV Companion, which I'd read in Amazon's sample excerpt of the book. I know this is a long post, but I really truly do think you all need to read these, I've done my best to select only the most important parts. Here you go:

'His Alzheimer's started progressing harder and faster than either of us had expected,' says Neil, referring to a period in which Terry recognized that despite everything he could no longer write. 'We had been friends for over thirty years, and during that time he had never asked me for anything. Then, out of the blue, I received an email from him with a special request. It read: “Listen, I know how busy you are. I know you don't have time to do this, but I want you to write the script for Good Omens. You are the only human being on this planet who has the passion, love and understanding for the old girl that I do. You have to do this for me so that I can see it." And I thought, “OK, if you put it like that then I'll do it."

'I had adapted my own work in the past, writing scripts for Death: The High Cost of Living and Sandman, but not a lot else was seen. I'd also written two episodes of Doctor Who, and so I felt like I knew what I was doing. Usually, having written something once I'd rather start something new, but having a very sick co-author saying I had to do this?' Neil spreads his hands as if the answer is clear to see. 'I had to step up to the plate.' A pause, then: 'All this took place in autumn 2014, around the time that the BBC radio adaptation of Good Omens was happening,' he continues, referring to the production scripted and co-directed by Dirk Maggs and starring Peter Serafinowicz and Mark Heap. ‘Terry had talked me into writing the TV adaptation, and I thought OK, I have a few years. Only I didn't have a few years,' he says. 'Terry was unconscious by December and dead by March.'

He pauses again. 'His passing took all of us by surprise,' Neil remembers. 'About a week later, I started writing, and it was very sad. The moments Terry felt closest to me were the moments I would get stuck during the writing process. In the old days, when we wrote the novel, I would send him what I'd done or phone him up. And he would say, "Aahh, the problem, Grasshopper, is in the way you phrase the question," and I would reply, "Just tell me what to do!" which somehow always started a conversation. 'In writing the script, there were times I'd really want to talk to Terry, and also places where I'd figure something out and do something really clever, and I would want to share it with him. So, instead, I would text Terry's former personal assistant, Rob Wilkins, now his representative on Earth. It was the nearest thing I had.'

(...) As Neil himself recognizes, this is an adaptation built upon the confidence that comes from three decades of writing for page and screen. But for all the wisdom of experience, he found that above all one factor guided him throughout the process. 'Terry isn't here, which leaves me as the guardian of the soul of the story,' he explains. 'It's funny because sometimes I found myself defending Terry's bits harder or more passionately than I would defend my own bits. Take Agnes Nutter,' he says, referring to what has become a key scene in the adaptation in which the seventeenth-century author of the book of prophecies foretelling the coming of the Antichrist is burned at the stake. ‘It was a huge, complicated and incredibly expensive shoot, with bonfires built and primed to explode as well as huge crowds in costume. It had to feel just like an English village in the 1640s, and of course everyone asked if there was a cheap way of doing it. 'One suggestion was that we could tell the story using old-fashioned woodcuts and have the narrator take us through what happened, but I just thought, “No”. Because I had brought aspects of the story like Crowley and the baby swap along to the mix, and Terry created Agnes Nutter. So, if I had cut out Agnes then I wouldn't be doing right by the person who gave me this job. Terry would've rolled over in his grave.'

And, finally, this paragraph:

"Once again, Neil cites the absence of his co-writer as his drive to ensure that Good Omens translated to the screen and remained true to the original vision. 'Terry's last request to me was to make this something he would be proud of. And so that has been my job.'"

I think that's so heartwrenchingly beautiful, and so I wanted you all to read this, too, just in case you (like me) don't have the Good Omens TV Companion. It adds another layer of depth and emotion to this already complex and amazing story that we all know and love.

Share this post, if you can, please, so that more people can read these excerpts :")

Tagging @neil-gaiman, @fuckyeahgoodomens and @orpiknight, even if you've definitely read these before :)

[all4yoi]

𝒩ot a bet﹕hyung line

𝑒nhypen x fem!reader ⚹ cw: each member ranges from 5-1k wc, fluff, lowercase intended, they swear, crying, uh someone kneels, not proud w heejake's 😞, not proofread ( lmk if i missed something! )

sypnosis : upon learning that you were merely the stake in a bet, they wasted no time in mending your relationship.

part one !

★ LEE HEESEUNG ( 0.8k wc )

"y/n wait!"

heeseung's voice only made you walk faster. you didn't want to humiliate yourself further by stopping and talking to him. all you wanted to do now was to just march out of the school, go home, lock yourself in your room and maybe eat a tub of ice cream while you ugly cry yourself to sleep.

"y/n, please." heeseung pleaded, taking your elbow in his grasp as he spun you around and pulling you closer to the point you can feel his breath on fanning your nose.

he looked at you pleadingly. "it's okay," you managed to say in a shaky voice. "i understand, you can all laugh at me all you want now-" he shook his head, "it's okay really!" you added, pursing your lips.

"i just want to be left alone now okay?" and even if he knew you didn't mean just 'now.' he'll respect your wishes and let you go, but he won't give up.

heeseung watched you walk away from him with a heavy heart, wanting nothing but to just explain everything to you before it was too late. he couldn't lose you, not like this.

when he couldn't see your figure anymore, he messily messed his hair and made his way back to the gym eager to teach a guy how to not spit nonsense.

it's been a week since that happened and a week since he's seen you in the school. he asked some of your classmates and club members but all he received were nasty glares and short cold answers. what happened between the two of you spread like wild fire the following day you walked away from him. everyone knew you were kind of a nerd, but they also knew you were a complete angel and had a heart soft as a pillow.

they also knew that betting on a person's feeling isn't exactly it. — more under the cut!

so throughout that week too, his popularity decreased day by day. he used to receive heart eyes on the hallways and joyful 'good morning, heeseung!'s by random students, now all he received were judgemental glances and they avoided him like a plague, scared to be the next target of a cruel bet.

he didn't care though, all he cared about was your wellbeing. it's been a week and you've still yet to show up to class, so imagine his surprise when you suddenly walk in to the room with your usual hair do, your bag slung over on your shoulder and your glasses almost falling off your nose bridge.

he sat up straighter, gulping as his eyes followed your every move. he could feel hear heart beating louder, as if it was calling for you, desperate to be near you again.

he needed to fix this, asap.

it felt like forever before heeseung heard the bell ring. as soon as he heard the annoying sound, he messily packed up his things and ran after you.

"y/n!" your forearm was then again grabbed by him. although this time, he turned you slowly. heeseung silently admired your face. he missed you so much.

"let me explain, please. it's not what you think. i promise." he whispered, vulnerability in his tone. the simple nod you gave was his signal to interlace his fingers with yours as he looked for an empty room.

you ignored the looks everyone threw your way, either worried and judging. all you could focus on was his warm hand on yours and how you missed it so much, you didn't even realize you both were now inside an empty classroom.

"there was no bet." you furrowed your brows, looking at him with mixed confusion and frustration. "i promise, there was no bet."

"why would they say that then?"

"i don't know, but i promise there's no bet. throughout the months we've been together everything i've said was real." he said, desperate.

heeseung stepped closer.

"what i felt for you was real," he scrambled to get his phone from his pocket, opening his messages app. "you can go through my phone all you want, ask any of my friends-" you raised a brow.

"not those friends! i mean sunghoon, jay, jungwon.. you know." your raised brow made him sputter. "to be completely honest, they've been ignoring me after they heard about what happened.."

you looked at him hesitantly as you scrolled through his messages with shaking hands. you scrolled for so long, you even reached to the messages months before you both got together.

he didn't have any messages to his basketball team group chat unless it was announcements from his coach. the group chat with his actual friends were only filled with his pining over 'the girl on the back of his biology class.'

"heeseung.."

"there's no bet, baby. i'd never do that to anyone." he whispered, stepping closer. "i can't lose you like this.. i love you."

you sniffled as you came crashing on his chest, letting tears fall again. heeseung immediately wrapped his arms around you, sighing in relief as he finally have you back in his arms.

"i was so worried baby." he mumbled, kissing your head.

"i love you forever. i'll kill everyone who tries to get in between us again," heeseung pulled you closer if it was even possible.

"and if they do, i'll make sure to fix everything even if it means the whole world would hate me."

★ PARK JONGSEONG ( 1.0k wc )

jay was confused.

the both of you had a very well planned date tonight, so he was utterly puzzled to see that you weren't responding to his messages. for heaven's sake, you didn't even read his messages, he was just left in delivered.

he had tried calling multiple times but was only met with your automated voice telling him to leave a voice message. it came to the point that he had enough and decided to drive to your house.

throughout the drive, jay wondered what could've happened. he couldn't think of anything that would make you upset like this, he hoped that you just fell asleep and forgot to have your alarm on.

walking up the porch of your house, jay rang the doorbell and was met with your mom who opened the door with furrowed brows when she laid her eyes on him.

"good afternoon mrs. l/n, is y/n home?" your mother's frown deepened, hesitantly looking at the stairs behind her before looking back at him. "i'm sorry jay, she said she doesn't want to see you?"

that caused jay to furrow his brows as well. "wha- may i ask why?"

"i was hoping you'd tell me." if jay was confused a while ago, he was even more confused now and frustrated.

"can i see her, please?" he pleads, the older woman hesitantly opened the door wider to invite him in, and before he could ascend up the stairs, your mom stopped him.

"jay.." he looked back. "i don't know what happened to you both but take it easy on her, alright? she's been crying, i can tell." jay gulped and only nodded, sending your mom a pursed smile.

he knocked on your bedroom door, when no response came, he tried to turn the knob and was thankful that it wasn't locked.

jay slowly opened your door, seeing you curled on one corner of your bed as your body shook from your sobs you tried to keep silent.

he could feel his heart break at the sight. stepping a foot inside the room, he mentally cursed at himself when he accidentally bumped on to your mirror causing your head to shoot up in alarm at the sound.

your already glassy eyes was once again filled with tears as your eyes met his. jay barely dodged the pillow you threw at him, screaming at him to "go away and never show your face to me again."

jay frowned and came closer until he was sat on the edge of your bed, ignoring the words you just shouted at him.

"baby.. what's- what's wrong?" he asked, attempting to hold your hand but you retracted it and tried to throw another pillow at him. he swiftly caught it and brought it back down gently beside you.

"was it worth the one month of free car wash?" you spat through hiccups. jay stayed silent, confused.

"of course it probably was, that's what you do right?" the sight of your swollen and red face kept breaking his heart, he was still confused on what you were talking about but he'll let you talk.

this way he knew how he'd make things better.

"make me fall in love with you in exchange of a month's free of car wash.." you muttered, your eyes still boring on to his. at your words, it finally clicked. "..am i really worth just that much?" another sob.

right, he had forgotten to end the call when his 'friend' came barging into his apartment. you had probably heard all the nonsense the guy sputtered.. but surely you must've heard the way he defended your relationship and swore at that him too?

"i thought.. high school days were done jay. please just leave me alone now. you got what you want." jay shook his head, coming closer and pulling your body to his.

he wrapped his arms around you, his hand rubbing your back as you sobbed hard. he didn't try stopping you when he felt your weak punches that you threw at his chest, his own tears clouding his vision but he didn't dare make them fall.

"you got it all wrong, baby." he whispered, rubbing your nape as your face now rested against the crook of his neck. he ignored the wetness there. "i'm guessing you overheard the conversation with sungjae?"

you nodded, now calmer but not pulling away.

"did you also hear the way i told him to drop the stupid bet he kept insisting to happen? the way i kicked him out of my apartment?" you stayed silent, only sniffling as a response.

jay sighed, wrapping his arm around your waist tighter and pulling you closer.

"the whole campus knows sungjae's an asshole, baby. he was a jerk who thought that being a dick to others were entertaining, and i guess that's why i was like that back in high school.. i wanted to be accepted in their group."

"but we're in college now, i left that group but somehow sungjae's here and is pathetically still stuck in the past." he pulled your face from his neck, cupping your cheek and wiping away your tears.

"i've loved you since high school.. and there's no bet, baby. the moment he had found out i was dating you, he kept bringing up a bet about how long we would last.. but i always shut him out, told him to cut it out and that there will be no bet happening, especially if you're the one getting betted on."

new fresh tears come rolling down your cheek, this time they were tears of relief. glad to know that everything was real, that you weren't just a toy.

"you promise you'll cut him off starting now?" you whispered, looking at him with big glassy eyes.

"i've cut him since high school, y/n. it's him who's keep clinging to me. but i promise he won't be saying anything about the both of us anymore." jay pressed your foreheads together, pressing a soft peck on your lips.

"you will forever be the prettiest and the only one i'll ever love this much in this world, my baby."

★ SIM JAEYUN ( 0.5k wc )

jake watched you run away in confusion, staring at the laughing crowd and turning to look at your locker only to be met with the note he has been telling everyone to throw away.

he angrily took it from your locker, ripping the small paper into pieces. "how many times have i told you to cut this shit out? do you want me to report all of you for harassment and bullying?" he raised his voice at the crowd who had stopped their laughter.

"that's what i thought." he frowned, pushing past them and running after you.

jake knew what everyone was doing the moment it spread that he was dating you. he had received dms telling him he could do better and if he was merely toying with your feelings.

he had told them countless times to drop it, even going far as to almost punch the person who has created the bets if it wasn't for sunoo holding him back. he had hoped that it wouldn't reach you. it was another one of his reasons on why he always went to school earlier, just in case it was placed on your locker. unfortunately, you were earlier than him today.

it's not like he was tolerating it, he had tried countless times to report it but they'd only say it was probably only for fun and he shouldn't take jokes seriously.

but jokes were meant to be funny, right?

jake opened the door that lead to the rooftop slowly, peeking his head to look if you were there. to his luck, you were.

your back faced him while your bag was placed down carelessly beside your feet. jake approached slowly, not wanting to overwhelm you further.

"baby?" he mumbled loud enough for you to hear. you turned your head towards him, showing him your tear stained cheeks. "oh, y/n." he sighed and held your cheeks, wiping away the salty liquid off your precious face.

"jake.. why are you dating me, of all people?" you ask through tears, avoiding his eyes.

jake's eyes softened, he dated you because you were different from everyone who wanted to be like the everyone else, did that make sense? you were your own person, you didn't care about social status, wealth, his circle of friends, and whether someone was good looking or not. you were soft hearted, to the point that you had let others take advantage of that leading them to walking all over you.

and he hated that.

"why not you?" he said softly, tilting your chin up so that you could meet his eyes. "you're everything i've ever needed."

"you can tell the truth." you mutter, looking at jake. his mouth formed a pout, heart broken at the way you had so little love for yourself.

"i am telling the truth, baby." he whispers, taking your hands and placing them on his face before putting his own hands back on yours. "everything is a joke to them when i'm involved." you whisper, ignoring the way your voice broke.

"we don't care about what they think, they're all just jealous. everything we've been through and what i feel for you are real, no jokes." he smiled, pulling you closer to him.

"you promise?"

"baby i'd choose you over anyone in this world over and over again until the heavens above is tired of me."

★ PARK SUNGHOON (0.7k wc)

sunghoon frowned, confused and hurt. he wanted to fix whatever happened, so he took his phone from the couch and his car keys from the wooden bowl in his foyer.

it was when he was in the elevator that he noticed his phone was open. his breath hitched, finally knowing the reason for your departure and choice of words. sunghoon quickly left the group chat and started dialing your number.

it was true that you were a bet. were. he didn't even know why he agreed, maybe because he wanted so badly to fit in. he didn't want a repeat of middle school, so instead of being the bullied and made fun of, he was now the one doing those to others. he wasn't proud of it at the slightest.

that doesn't excuse his actions though. the longer he spent time with you, the deeper he fell. sunghoon never planned for you to find out this way, he already had a plan. first he had to get rid of his 'friends', tell you everything then ask you if you still wanted him to meet your parents.

guilt always ate him alive whenever you would stay over and sleep by his side. he couldn't bring himself to meet your family knowing he hasn't told you everything and the truth.

he felt like his heart would jump out of his chest as he stood infront of the door of your house. if he died tonight on the hands of either your father or older brother, he'd welcome death with open arms.

i deserve it.

he audibly gulped when the door opened, revealing.. you. the way your brows furrowed at the sight of him tightened his chest. he stopped you before you could even close the door on him.

"y/n please, let me explain everything.. o-okay?" the way his voice cracked and the unshed tears in his eyes almost made you give in, but upon remembering what you've read, the anger in you was back.

"explain what?" you spat, turning to look over your shoulder before back at him. "that all those months i've spent loving you," you pointed at him harshly. "was just for entertainment? tell me, what was in it for you, huh?"

sunghoon shook his head, the tears now flowing down his pale cheeks. "no, no! i promise, please i love you." he reached out but you stepped back, biting your lip as you held back the tears.

"just.. leave me alone sunghoon," he felt his heart crack even more. "you've had your fun, you can laugh about i all you want now." you were taken aback when he knelt infront of you, hugging your waist as he sobbed.

"what the-" sunghoon tightened his grip on you, muttering along the words of 'im sorry', 'never meant to be like this', and something along the lines of regretting something.

"sunghoon- oh my god." you groaned as you descended to face him. "please, i didn't mean to. i-" he hiccuped, "i'm sorry, i know it was stupid and there's no reason for me to accept the bet- but i just wanted to fit in. i wanted them to take me as a part of their circle- but, but i soon realized that it was stupid." he looked at you with swollen eyes, desperation swam in his dark irises.

"because i realized that hurting you isn't worth being a part of their asshole group. it started with a bet, i admit, but i truly love you, please believe me." a sob made its way out his throat as he clung into you, his arms circling your neck. "it wasn't a lie whenever i said i'd meet your parents, i was constantly trying to get rid of them first before i met your family, i didn't want to meet them until i've told you the complete truth."

your own tears descended down your cheeks, your heart hurting for yourself and sunghoon. you stayed on the floor wrapped around each other for a moment before you both helped each other up to your feet, he looked at you intensely with red bloodshot eyes. "i'm sorry, i understand if you don't want anything to do with me anymore."

"i understand hoon," you whispered, bringing your hands to cup his face. "but you have to understand too that i can't trust you fully right up again." he nodded, putting his own hands on yours as he kissed your palms.

"i know.. and i'll spent the rest of my life earning it again. i love you."

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[coffeebanana]

some things i've been thinking about (this was supposed to be separate ideas but now i guess it's a rough fic outline in bullet points kasdbfksbjd):

marinette telling adrien the truth YEARS later, after everything's settled down and the butterfly's been recovered and their identities are revealed

maybe they live together. maybe he was getting ready to propose

after his initial shock, anger, time he needs to process, mostly he just wants to understand WHY she lied

when she tells him the she just couldn't bear to hurt him any more than she already had to by telling him his father died, and some part of adrien sees that as his own failing--surely if he'd been stronger, if he'd been the kind of person she thought could handle the truth, then she would have given it

maybe they go to couple's therapy. one of the exercises they're given is to practice honesty with each other and marinette goes... a little overboard

adrien thinks it's sweet, at first. until he realizes she's scared to leave a single second of her day unaccounted for. she's stressing out because she forgot to tell him something minor and he doesn't want him to think she just decided not to tell him something again

he realizes just how much she's been beating herself up about this all these years. just how much she's always loved him despite her mistakes

he remembers the ring he has stashed upstairs

and maybe it's not the time for proposals. but all he can think is that even at their worst, he still wants forever with her

of course, he's never been one for keeping his affections to himself. so he tells her.

it's not a question, it's not an offer. it's a fact: I want to spend the rest of my life with you. i want to marry you. she looks at him like he's crazy, so he pulls out his ultimatum. but i need you to forgive yourself first

all these years, marinette's been secretly awaiting her punishment. secretly awaiting having to pay for what she's done. forgiving herself was never on the table

do you forgive me, she asks in a quiet voice

i don't know, he says, and marinette's heart sinks until he adds, but i know i want to

and in the end, it's not so hard for him to get there. for him to forgive one decision she made under the worst possible circumstances. one mistake in the midst of all the ways she's made him feel safe and wanted and loved. all the times she's held his hand or helped wipe his tears, all the times she's let him do the same for her

when it comes time to exchange vows, for better or worse is already something they've agreed to

[ckret2]

So a while ago some friends were talking about fans who claim the Same Coin theory is canon. And I made the mistake of saying:

Do you know who also has tons in common with Bill? Mabel. Yet nobody claims Bill reincarnated as Mabel. …wait now I want a "same coin but it's Mabel" AU. Funniest Bill reincarnation option. The all-seeing arsonist is making macaroni glitter art. The omnipotent tyrant is crying because a unicorn called her a bad person.

And then I overthought it for two months.

So—AU where after death, Bill's soul shoots 13 years into the past and reincarnates as Mabel. I'll call it ✨ Sparkly Coin AU ✨

Don't leave yet. Lemme show you why it works. Behold the eerie amount of parallels in their personalities, dialogue, behavior, mannerisms, tastes...

I could have kept going but my attention span ran out. All right, we all on board now? Convinced we could segue from one personality into the other? Great. Now here's why you should be interested: the juicy post-Weirdmageddon angst potential.

As long as a small fringe of the fandom still thinks Weirdmageddon is Mabel's fault, why not amp that up x100 and have some fun with it?

Is everyone sold now? Great. Let's get into the details. I've got 8 more pieces of art under the read more.

So the AU starts the instant Bill dies. Thanks to invoking his deal with the Axolotl—one way to absolve his crime, a different form, a different time—the Axolotl gives him a new shape and shoots him thirteen years into the past. Apparently, the Axolotl thought it would be very funny to stick Bill in the family that defeated him.

Which probably made for a jarring transition.

(It's fine, she's like 10 minutes old, she probably can't even tell who she's looking at. Not being able to tell who she was looking at is what got her into this situation ayyyy)

When Dipper & Mabel come back from Gravity Falls complaining about this triangular jerk Bill, their parents mention that Dipper's name was nearly Bill. See, after they knew they were going to have a boy, one night their mom dreamed about a visitor—some kind of magic pink salamander??—calling her child "BILL." Then at the next sonogram they found out they were having twins, the girl must've been hidden at a weird angle the first time, and they wanted matching names, so they thought, Bill and Bell. But they didn't really like Bell; but eventually they stumbled on Mabel, so to keep the names matching they switched from Bill to Mason. Isn't that the darnedest thing?

(Of course, Mabel and Dipper assume Bill harassed their parents to try to trick them into naming a kid after him. To be a jerk.)

When Bill meets Mabel, he's unaware that she's his future self—Bill's notably bad at doing things like, say, double-checking to see whether he's going to die anytime soon—but like... he can tell something's up.

Naturally, before visiting Gravity Falls, there were echoes of who Mabel used to be—but nothing anyone would be able to identify without context. All her Bill-ish quirks either smoothed out with time (see: how between second grade and fourth grade Mabel went from being the "freak" to the popular girl in class), or else they were accepted by her family as Mabel-ish quirks.

After they meet (and kill) Bill, they have the context to understand some of Mabel's behaviors... and unfortunately, some of Mabel's latent Bill-ness starts surfacing after she's been directly exposed to her prior incarnation.

The part of the Pines family familiar with Bill thinks the worst case scenario is that maybe Bill's survived and is slowly possessing Mabel; but far more likely, they think this is just some weird way of trying to subconsciously process last summer. Mabel doesn't think she's being weird, you guys are being weird, stop giving her weird looks. They get attacked by one triangle and now she can't wear yellow or pick up macrame as a hobby??

(It's not all red flags and uncomfortable triangle imagery, though. When Stan asks her what she'd like as a gift for some important event, she shyly admits that she thinks she's starting to outgrow her plastic gem jewelry and maybe she's old enough to get her first piece of real gold jewelry, if that's not too expensive? And Stan's never been so proud of her. Thirteen years old and already thinking about buying gold!)

But of course, the real fun starts when Mabel finds out.

That's the face of a girl who's just discovered that she tortured her great uncle. Now imagine running into the brother she possessed.

But I've already spent a million words and thirteen images on this post. If enough folks are interested in the AU maybe I'll expand on it later. Let me know what y'all think.

[cosmicporos]

Arcane character x GN! Reader on Period.

synopsis: Just some period comfort hcs with Viktor, Jayce, Vi, Ekko, Mel and Jinx!

Warning: Cursing. 18+ FOR JINX, no smut but somewhat spicy. Rest of the characters are fluff.

Please enjoy! So sorry it took me so long!

Viktor

He’s very educated on menstrual cycles to begin with! (Biology nerd)

Definitely has a calendar and keeps track of all your cycles.

The day before you’re supposed to get your period he comes home from shopping and restocks on food and pads, tampons, ibuprofen etc.

Would definitely give you a massage to help with cramps.

“Beloved?” Viktor knocked from behind the door before proceeding to enter your shared room. "I got what you needed," he said, setting down the grocery bag containing both the tampons and pads. “And these," he added, revealing a variety of your favorite chocolates, salty chips, and even a bottle of your preferred tea.

You blinked at him, your expression shifting from surprise to gratitude. "You didn't have to-"

“Tsk, tsk, tsk” He quickly shushed you. His free hand reaching to brush a strand of hair from your face. "I wanted to. Now, do me a favor and relax." Before you could protest or question any further, he knelt down by your side, his clever hands carefully lifting the edge of the blanket. "Turn over, Darling” he coaxed, and when you complied, he placed his hands on your lower back, his touch warm and deliberate.

"I read this helps," Viktor murmured as his fingers began to work small, soothing circles into your tense muscles. You feel your muscles loosen and quickly melt into Viktor’s touch.

His hands run a little on the colder side, yet they still work their magic and alleviate the pain in your abdomen.

"You're too good to me," you murmured, your voice muffled as you rested your head against your arm.

"Nonsense," Viktor replied, his voice low and unwavering. "You endure so much… this is the least I can do." He says leaving a small gentle kiss on your cheek.

Jayce

He’s the biggest softy for you on your period oh boy oh boy oh boy. He is completely at your beck and call.

He’s also super carful about your emotional during this time. He tries his hardest to leave work on time and come home!

He understands mood swings can happen and he’s very patient! He accidentally messed up and ticked you off? He’ll nod along as you lecture him and act like a kicked puppy. Then afterwards will ask if you’re okay and if you need space. Will 100% make up and apologize by getting you a sweet treat :3

Jayce finally made his way back home, shoulders heavy and tense. his tie askew and his hair slightly mussed, looking like he'd run the entire way home. You stand up from your place on the couch and place a soft kiss on his lips. “Welcome home” you smile at home before your eyes lower to see an empty handed Jayce. "You forgot?" you said quietly, your voice heavy with disappointment.

Jayce froze, guilt washing over his face. "Forgot what?"

"The heating pad," you replied, your arms crossed tightly over your chest. "You said you'd grab it on your way home. I've been in pain all day, Jayce."

His heart sank. "Oh no," he whispered moving to run a hand down his hair. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart. I don't know how I missed it…”. He thinks for a moment before he says, “That’s on me, and I'll fix it right now!" He turned to leave, planning to head straight back to the lab.

"No... that's alright Jayce, just please remember next time." You grab hold of his sleeve. He let out a soft sigh and turned around to face you.

"I'm so sorry about that sweetheart... Honestly I was just excited to get back home to you is all." He mumbled into your hair as he pulled you into a hug.

"No no it's fine really, it's not too big of a deal" The warmth of his body slowly encapsulating itself protectively over you.

“No you should be upset it’s okay! I’ll be more responsible next time.” His puppy eyes glowing as if he almost wanted you to be mad at him. It was incredibly difficult to deny Jayce whenever he would behave like this…

“I uh…. O-okay?…. Please do better next time.” Your eyes are looking at anything else but at him.

"... you need to be mad at me until I figure out how to make it up to you." His strong arm coming up from behind to softly pat your side. "How does that sound?"

You laugh off the pervious nerves “I think that sounds perfect" You tilt your head up to face him and press a warm soft kiss to his cheek.

Vi

Okay I feel like for Vi for some reason you two would always be synced

She’s all tough and prepared on day one until day two hits and… that’s a different story

You always end up completely staying home together on the second day of your periods

You groaned as another cramp hit, curling further into yourself under the layers of warmth. Next to you, Vi let out a sharp exhale through her nose, gripping the heat pack on her stomach.

"This is some sick joke," Vi muttered, her voice heavy with irritation. She shifts on the bed, but the movement only made her wince. "I could take a punch to the gut, no problem, but this? This is worse than any fight I've been in."

You scoot closer towards Vi drapes an arm over you, pulling you snug against her chest. Her hand found your hair, fingers threading through it lazily.

"We're a mess," you mumbled into her tank top.

"Yeah," she admitted, pressing her cheek against the top of your head. "But at least we're a mess together."

Vi is totally one to do a complete 180 on the next day.

While you’re still dying of pain she manages to get out of bed early and heads to the store to pick up some stuff

Vi's heavy boots thudded softly against the floor, the sound bringing a flicker of relief. "Alright, babe," her familiar rasp broke the silence, “I got a couple of things for you”

“Don’t you mean us?” You sit up straight and tilt your head a little confused.

“Oh no, I’m doing fine sweetheart don’t you worry. But… I know you probably still feel like a sack of shit so I picked up some goodies for you.” she pulled out an assortment of snacks like chips, gummy candy, soda, juice..(if it had sugar she’s go it!…)

“If these cramps won’t kill me… the amount of sugar here will…” Your eyebrows furrowed at the mess of snacks in front of you.

“Oh pip down will you? Haven’t even gotten to the best part.” What she pulled out next made your breath hitch. It was a small, ridiculously cute plushie. A chubby fox with big shiny eyes and a fluffy tail. Vi plopped it onto your lap as she smirked from your reaction. “Cute huh?” She sits down next to you. “I picked it out cuz it reminded me of you”

Your face flushed instantly, a mix of embarrassment and warmth flooding through you. You picked up the fox, turning it over in your hands. Its fluffy tail was so soft it almost felt unreal, and the wide, shiny eyes seemed to sparkle in the dim light of the room. "Reminded you of me?" you asked, glancing at Vi with a raised brow.

“Yeah well… it’s cute and small.. so it reminds me of you.” She leaned back against the headboard, “And it’s a little spunky. Just like you.”

You roll your eyes and softly punch her shoulder. "It does cheer me up," you admitted softly, clutching the plush fox closer. "Thank you, Vi."

She wraps an arm around you shoulder and pulls you in “No problem Cupcake, anything for you.”

Ekko

HES PANICKING

but in the outside he’s cool as a cucumber

The inside? oh god. He’s stressing out about making sure all your needs are met.

You are not allowed to go on missions during this time at all. He doesn’t exactly forbid it per say but he does shoot a glare whenever you flinch due to the pain of your cramps. He’s always behind you making sure you’re okay

He’s like a little momma bird

You were currently getting ready for a mission, bag laying across the table as you carefully prepare stuffing it full of food, medical supplies, bombs and your trusty lock pick. Ekko leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching you with that ever so perceptive gaze of his.

"You good?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"Yeah, fine," you replied, wincing as another cramp twisted in your stomach. You shake your head cursing at your own reaction.

He was by your side in seconds, gently taking the pack from your hands. "You're lying."

“Ekko please…” you straightened your back. "I'm fine," you insisted, reaching for the pack again, but Ekko held it out of reach.

reach.

"You think I don't notice you wincing every five seconds?" His voice softened, though his eyes stayed firm. "You can't go out like this.”

“I’m not some baby. Believe me I’ll be just fine.”you protested, though even you could hear how unconvincing you

“Look… you sound way too unconvincing and because you’re way too stubborn…” He paused looking at you and finally smiling. “How about I skip out on this mission too? And you know.. take care of my girl?.” A proud and playful smile adorns his lips while he waits for your response.

You’re a little surprised, not because he doesn’t put you first but because he’s allowing himself to relax in a way as well. “Are you sure about that?" you ask, your voice softer than you intended. "I mean... this mission sounds important. I don't want you to–“

"Stop." He cuts you off gently, stepping closer. The distance between you shrinks, and you feel his hand come to rest on your shoulder, steady and warm. "I've been out there long enough to know the world ain't gonna fall apart if I sit one out." He takes a deep breath and continues, "I know I push myself too hard sometimes. And yeah, protecting our people is important and all, but so is being here. With you. What's the point of fighting if I can't take a moment to enjoy what I'm fighting for?"

“Ekko…” His words hit you harder than you expected, the vulnerability in them catching you off guard.

"Yeah firefly?…” He tilts his head, watching you carefully. His hands fidgeting together like a nervous child.

You let out a small sigh, your resolve crumbling. "Just... don't make a habit of this, okay? The Firelights need you."

"They'll manage," he says with a wink. "I'll make it up to 'em. Promise." He finally makes his way over to you placing a small kiss on your neck before continuing. “But let me make it up to you first okay?”

Jinx

18+

Okay jinx is an absolute horndog when you’re on your period

You got cramps? Uhhhh…. Solution????… her mouth and fingers.

“Love bug come onnnnnn! You know making you cum will help with cramps! What’s the big deal?” She sighed dramatically flopping over the table in front of her.

“Love bug?…” You questioned. “And the deal is I’m on my period!…. I don’t want to make a big mess for you to deal with okay.” You huffed out embarrassed at her playful yet lewd antics.

“Yeah! Love bug cuz you love me and you’re always buzzing around me! Like a bug!” Jinx proudly exclaimed her bright idea of a nickname, perhaps a bit too proudly… “And besides! Me?… care about a mess? You’re kidding right?” she looks almost offended but the fact you assumed she wouldn't do this for you.

“Jinx… I just feel gross okay… I don’t really feel super desirable right now.” You sighed placing your face into your hands.

She bangs her fists on the table and jumps up from her seat. “You’re fucking joking right? You’re smoking babe. SMOKING. Like SMOKING HOT! Her arms waved around as she talked to draw out more emphasis to her claim. She lets out a playful scoff “It’s taking every fiber of my being to not pounce on you right now!”

“Jinx… knock it off…” you bit your lip embarrassed and turned away. “I know that isn’t true at all… quit being too nice.”

“Doll…. You’re way too into your own head! I’m saying I wanna bang and you think I’m lyin?” She puts her hands on her hips and shakes her head. “No no no we can’t be having that! Doll come here.”

Your expression as you looked at her told Jinx you in fact did not know who to believe. You’re corrupt emotions or your loving girlfriend? Either way you walked to her and stopped till you were in front of her. She quickly cupped your face and pulled you into a deep inviting kiss. Her hands roam softly along your body, gently holding and squeezing every part she loved.

She breaks away from the kiss and looks at you, her voice more serious than you’d like it to be. “Y/N you’re always going to be perfect to me, there’s no way in hell l’d ever be grossed out by you.” She leans in closer and softly leaves kisses along your collar “Besides I wanna love you. I wanna make you feel so crazy good you won’t even remember all your dumb troubles.”

Mel

MEL MEL MEL MEL MEL 😻 fancy rich lady who spoils you

While I do think she’ll still be super busy with work, she’ll most definitely make sure your body is been taken care of.

She lets the chef know your nutritional needs, taking notes you need more iron in your diet.

And when she does come home it’s all kisses, cuddles and praise getting sent your way!

Since she could remember, Mel could take care of just about anything. It didn’t matter if it was a delicate political negotiation or ensuring you felt cared for on your worst days, she had an effortless way of making you feel like the center of her world

The moment she left for the council meeting that morning, you heard her speaking quietly with the private chef, listing off ingredients and dietary adjustments with her usual precision. "She needs more iron," you overheard her say, her voice warm yet firm. "Spinach, lentils, maybe some lean meat. And add something sweet but not too high in sugar content. She deserves to enjoy herself, but make sure it stay healthy for my sake.

Hours later, as you lay curled up on the couch, a warm blanket draped over you, the scent of something savory wafted through the air. The chef had outdone himself, delivering a meal tailored exactly to what your body needed, paired with a small plate of indulgent chocolate covered fruits. It brought a soft smile to your lips. Mel always thought of everything, she always thought of you.

the front door finally opened, the sound of her heels clicking on the marble floor announced her arrival. You craned your neck to look at her, and the moment her golden eyes landed on you, her expression softened.

"There's my love," she murmured, setting her things aside and making a beeline for you.

"Hello darling, long day?" you asked, your voice soft.

"Not anymore," she replied, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead before settling beside you on the couch. Her hand came up to cup your cheek, her thumb brushing against your skin. "How are you feeling? Did you eat?"

You nodded. "The food was perfect. Thank you for taking care of it."

“Oh? So you heard me did you?”She hummed in satisfaction, pulling you gently into her. Her arms wrapped around you snugly, her fingers trailing softly along your back in soothing patterns. "You've been so strong," she whispered. "But you don't have to be right now. Let me take care of you”

You melted into her embrace, feeling the tension in your body ease as she held you. "You deserve the world," she murmured, her voice full of affection. "And I intend to give it to you, one kiss or gentle word at a time. You will be shown my love”

ERM SO A LINE FROM JAYCE’S PART IS FROM XAVIER’S NEW CARD FROM LOVE AND DEEPSPACE! I recently pulled it and oh my god…. It’s been stuck in my mind…. ANYWAYS HOPE YOU ENJOYED