#but i will never make them toxic nor will i kill either off

[enden-agolor]

stop sending me asks about tragic jesskas angst i ain't ever doin any of that !!! me no like !!!

[tarotofhope]

PAC: ୧ How do you view Love? ୨

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Pick an Image by meditating and selecting the image you feel called to. You can be attracted towards more than 1 image. If you are not able to select maybe this reading isn't for you.

࿚ Pile 1 ࿙

Cards: Knight of Pentacles, Devotion-Saturn in the 7th House in Libra, Alchemist.

Welcome to your reading, Pile 1. Love for you, is a slow and steady thing. It doesn't come like a gush of wind nor goes away easily. You believe it stays. You also believe that people fall out of love but it cannot happen easily if the feelings are very strong. You seem to have left/rejected toxic, shallow and flaky people, unreliable and untrustworthy people, people who are backbiters and cheaters, it doesn't matter who they were to you once. Because of this, those that you left/broke up with, and also other people might think that you're a person of questionable character and not reliable. They think your values/morals/beliefs are wrong and you're very demanding and uncompromising in relationships. But, you are loyal. They think it's very hard to impress you and also they cannot expect/ask you to give them a certain kind of love because you'd do as you please. For you, love is fixing things up rather than replacing them. You'd kill as well as die for your loved ones but you're not the ones to bow down to anybody in the name of love. You'll never beg for love neither you'd chase it. With Saturn in the 7th house in Libra -Devotion, you believe in equality in relationships, and you'd be a devoted and mature partner. You're the one to wait for the right person to come in, rather than jumping directly into any relationships or friendships. You believe that if love is given in the right manner, it can heal people, so you will never settle for anything less than you deserve.

That's all I got for you, my dear Pile 1.

Love, light, peace and hope to you..🌸🍁🌻🌼

࿚ Pile 2 ࿙

Cards: Strength, Isolation-Saturn in the 6th House in Virgo, Martyr.

Welcome to your reading, Pile 2. Some of you might also be attracted to Pile 1. You are of the belief that love makes people strong, that love is more of strength than weakness. Love can help people heal but for you, love can push people to become their best versions. Love can cheer people up. Love can make weak people shine with confidence. Love stands. Love endures. Love fights for their people's rights. Love is when one doesn't run away when life gets tough. Love is supporting your loved ones when they do not believe in themselves. Love means seeing all good and bad in your person but sticking to them no matter what because you chose them for a reason. You're also the one to talk and fix things up with your loved ones but if they still don't want to be with you, you'd never beg them to stay. Your love is fierce and bold. Eminem's Mockingbird comes to my mind. Just like pile 1, you'd never be with someone who doesn't respect you, your boundaries and your choices. You're goal oriented and independent, so you'd always choose people who'd never snatch your freedom away from you, be it any kind of relationship. You'd rather stay single than committing to the wrong person, to wrong friendships, so you take decisions after a lot of rational and emotional calculations and analysis. Most of the times, you may feel like you're better off staying single than handling the burden of sharing everything with another soul who might leave you someday. You mostly stay focused on your career.

That's all I got for you, my dear Pile 2.

Love, light, peace and hope to you..🌸🍁🌻🌼

࿚ Pile 3 ࿙

Cards: 6 of swords clarified by 4 of swords, Influence- Mercury in the 7th House in Libra, Student.

Welcome to your reading, Pile 3. The way you view love has largely been influenced either by your own bad experiences in love or due to other people's experiences, for some of you. You or someone close to you might have dealt with toxic friends, parents or partners. For the others of you, you do not even have time for relationships, you're either a student or you want to stay single for a while or you have false notions about love because maybe you overthink a lot or you've been brainwashed by others. You believe that love brings chaos and people have really falsified the meaning of love. You believe that people just get into relationships just for the fun of it, they just like the romantic part of love and they do not realize how beautiful and pure love is, in itself. You value your peace of mind more than anything. Some of you could also be taking a break from relationships and enjoying on their own while others of you might have recently gone through a breakup/divorce or even left your family/friends. Some of you, with Mercury in Libra in the 7th house, could be very good at flirting or you like to be in casual relationships and don't want anything serious. You might be indecisive in love and relationships too because you have commitment issues, you don't want to be trapped or get stuck by any chance. You also dislike very serious, slow, clingy and dependent people. Also, you would never sacrifice yours dreams for anybody.

That's all I got for you, my dear Pile 3.

Love, light, peace and hope to you..🌸🍁🌻🌼

࿚ Pile 4 ࿙

Cards: 6 of Cups, Harmony- Sun in the 7th House in Libra, Bully.

Welcome to your reading, Pile 4. You consider love as a beacon of hope and peace. You don't want love to destroy people and you also don't like unnecessary conflicts. Love is supporting and comforting for you. You might have faced a lot of bullies in your life. You might have a childhood trauma due to the bullying or you might have always been teased for how you look, dress and behave. You are of the opinion that if people cannot accept you for who you are and with all your good and bad habits, with all your quirks, then such kind of love is of no use. You value your peace of mind a lot. You are someone who would give their all and love with every ounce of your being, you've been hurt so bad but you never let the hurt turn you into something like your abusers. Your trauma could either be related to your family or school/college life. Life has not been fair with you earlier so you demand a better life with all the respect, confidence and self-esteem that you lost in the process. A very few of you could also belong to the rainbow group and people do not treat you well. You believe that love should involve equal give and take with the 6 of Cups here and with Harmony-Sun in the 7th house in Libra. You have a lot of love to give but you fear that you might fall prey to toxic people so you only be with people who give good vibes. You believe people cannot survive without love, as human beings we all crave love.

That's all I got for you, my dear Pile 4.

Love, light, peace and hope to you..🌸🍁🌻🌼

࿚ Pile 5 ࿙

Cards: 4 of Pentacles clarified by 5 of Pentacles, Health- Sun in the 6th House in Virgo, Fool.

Welcome to your reading, Pile 5. Some of you might also be attracted to pile 4. For you, love has always been about healing, something that cures you, nurses you back to health. You too, like pile 4, have a lot of trauma due to relationships(any kind). You might have been abandoned by someone you loved and respected so much, now it can be a parent, sibling, friend or even a romantic partner. You might have even dealt with narcissistic and toxic people. You don't want all that bs again in your life. You pray for good people to enter your life or you try to be that good person. Your whole view of love has not changed but rather polished, you've become more alert, maybe you ignored or excused people for their bad behaviour or you just tried to look at the bright side of people but then their dark side started to become so overwhelming that it ate you one day. You still believe in love like you did before but now, you've become more worried of people's intentions towards you. You might have even built large walls around you. You only talk to people when it's really required. Your experiences make you overthink and you think of worst case scenarios in love. You might also be a little possessive and clingy in love but you know you'd give your all. You're the one who'd even die for your loved ones. With the fool here, I think you want someone who's light-hearted and funny but also honest and assertive. Someone who would speak their heart out. Someone who would genuinely love you.

That's all I got for you, my dear Pile 5.

Love, light, peace and hope to you..🌸🍁🌻🌼

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[aingeal98]

More act 2 thoughts but I really do love how this show does generational trauma. The Medardas are the strongest example of this but it's also so clear from this act how Vi and Jinx inherited the worst parts of Vander and Silco respectively.

Vander was a community oriented man with a big picture focus and a dream of freeing his people from oppression until he lost one of the people he loved most and the guilt caused him to turn insular, to prioritise protecting the remaining family above all else because it's all his fault, all his responsibility. Vi started the series rightfully furious at Piltover, made one decision to steal from them, and the knock on effects from that decision left her with so much guilt that all she could focus on was her responsibility to her remaining family. All that mattered was Powder and then Powder died and there's a monster called Jinx in her place and it's still Vi's fault, Vi's responsibility, nothing else matters except fixing her family mistakes.

Except it doesn't work for either of them! By rejecting their principles and drive for justice they fail to protect their loved ones. You cannot sacrifice everything on the altar of protecting your family, not when you're from Zaun. You do not have that luxury and you never will.

Meanwhile Silco and Jinx are in the complete opposite situation. Silco is driven at first by that same community justice as Vander, his dream for a greater Zaun comes from collaboration with his loved ones. But then his loved ones reject him, Vander tries to kill him. And so Silco turns ruthless, amoral, rejecting the community that rejected him. Zaun is no longer a dream of uplifting the entire community but simply a dream of a nation with Silco in charge, no matter how much suffering he must inflict on fellow Zaunites to make it happen. His vision is self centred, focused only on himself, and it's never going to last. You cut yourself off and pretend you're too good to feel except whoops you have a daughter now and those emotions you've repressed will be your undoing.

Enter Powder/Jinx. They're in the exact same situation at the end of s1 act 1, a child who was rejected by the village and will now burn it all down to feel it's warmth. Only unlike Silco and his dream of Zaun, Jinx's only dream is to be valued by her loved ones. But she's the same as Silco when it comes to that insular, self centered drive. In S2 all of Zaun is rallying behind her and she literally does not give a shit! These people mean nothing to her, they never have. Her close personal bubble is all that matters. She pretends she doesn't care about anything to lessen the hurt of being rejected except whoops people are genuinely grateful when she breaks them out, sincerity that she doesn't feel worthy of and doesn't know how to handle. Also congrats you have a little sister now and those emotions you've repressed will be your undoing.

It's kind of fascinating how despite how Vi and Jinx made good progress towards healing in act 2, I don't think either of them have managed to escape the unhealthy mentalities their fathers passed down to them. Nor has Caitlyn escaped the unhealthily mentality her parents passed down to her, although that ones a little more obvious. All this to say shout out to Mel Medarda I'm looking forward to whatever you do in act 3 to defeat your mother. Break that toxic cycle girl you seem to be the only one capable of doing so right now.

[oneshlut]

Ok, first off, love love Love your yandere Flug headcanons! I am injecting them into my veins as we speak. On that note, could you write something branching off of that base idea but with the twist that reader is 100% supportive of Flug being a yandere? Could be anything from just accepting his love to actively encouraging him to kill people for them. Thank you for your time, hope you have a great day!

A/N: ooh, of course!! i was actually planning to do this with yandere dating hcs for flug since someone had requested for a general pt2 of these hcs, so thanksies for the request!! accepting x yandere is so horrifically adorable <33 (also SO HAPPY you liked my previous hcs!!)

Two of Hearts (Yandere!Dr. Flug x Willing!Reader) [Headcanons]

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WARNINGS: Mentions of homocide, depictions of blood, unhealthy obsessions, yandere themes, general dead dove contents!!

Summary: General headcanons for a yandere Dr. Flug with an accepting/supporting reader for his behavior

Extra Info: This does NOT condemn yandere behaviors irl. Purely fictional scenario, do not support this toxic behavior in others. im sure you all know that though <33

Love can escalate. When it does, it escalates fast. This escalation can range from a proposal in a matter of weeks, a date in a matter of days, to murder in a matter of hours. Often times, Flug's love escalated to murder. He has before for you, and he would again.

Being a "real" villain gives Flug some sort of confidence boost. He hardly stutters, never cowers in fear, and opts to make extremely bold decisions. Decisions he wouldn't normally make. Well, the first and most obvious would be homocide--but he also gains the confidence to confess to you.

He wouldn't dare kidnap you, though! Of course, not if you took it well! Luckily, things didn't have to go that way, since you agreed to be his boyfriend.

Wait, what.

It wasn't that huge of a shock. I mean, he knew you'd either say yes or no, but he was fully prepared to receive a no. I guess that chloroform-laced cloth in his pocket wasn't necessary after all! He was ecstatic to be yours! As long as you didn't find out about anything he was doing, the two of you would hold up well!

Hah, that wouldn't last long. He was confident with himself at first, but now that you're together for real? All his confidence was immediately swept away when you kissed him for the first time--that or when you first told him "I love you". It really made him put things into perspective--he was yours. And you were his. Flug was more lovesick than ever, more than he had realized. It was adorable, watching him trip over himself anytime you walked into the room.

It was now over a month of the two of you being together, and both of you were happy with your relationship! Flug was still pretty confident you wouldn't find out about what he was doing, and you were.. Actually, you were slowly gaining suspicion.

Over time, you began to notice small flaws in his usual behavior. Very small flaws, yes, but not too small to go unseen. Some of these would be nice, such as Flug going out of his way to get you something on an outing. This would be normal, if it wasn't every outing. And on other days, he would just switch up and do the complete opposite--not noticing you when you greeted him, spacing out while just.. staring at you.. or he would respond to you in two word sentences. He was either in a whole other world, or completely caught up in yours. It was distracting how easily he could just.. switch. It put you off, but you decided to ignore it for the most part.

One day, he came home extremely silent. Actually, you hadn't even noticed he had left in the first place. You watched as he retreated to his room--seperate from his lab. Not even a hello, nor an answer to your simple questions as he walked. You began to fear that he was ignoring you. What could you have done wrong..? That, or he was just spacing out again, which felt a bit unlikely.

Slowly gaining curiosity, you decided to take a small visit to his lab. Maybe 5.0.5. knew something? In all honesty, you weren't just "curious".. you were worried. Unfortunately, taking this visit to his lab didn't help with that feeling of worry at all. Opening the door with a painfully loud creak, you were stunned to find the place in shambles. It wasn't messy in the way it looked like a break-in--no, it looked man made. Some of the lights were turned off, his materials were scattered over his multiple desks, many syringes laid out across the floor--most still had chemicals in them. Watching your step, you made your way to his main workplace, the mess being no different from the rest of the lab. Unlabeled papers of research and crumpled up papers laid sprawled out on his desk. The entire scene was extremely unusual of him--he was always so in order, so organized, sometimes he'd have panic attacks when things were out of order! And yet.. it looks like Dr. Flug made this mess of his lab himself. Sure, you hadn't been to his laboratory in a while, but how much could he have done to his space in that time? Saying the situation was confusing would be an understatement.

But out of everything in the room, one thing stood out to you the most. His closet--normally nice and organized.. it was now dirty, rustic, and one of the latches on the door was now broken. The atmosphere around it was.. intimidating, to say the least. The inside was extremely dark, with some of the darkness spilling out into the already dim laboratory. Hesitantly, you approached it, opening the unbroken door.

It looked somewhat like you suspected--heaps of clothes on the floor of the closet, instead of neatly hung up. Things were looking normal.. except for the blood on some of the clothes. Your mouth silently gaped open as to not draw much attention as you crouched down to inspect the clothes. Horrified, you found many more pieces of clothing with blood. Actually the whole pile. And it wasn't looking like it was his blood--no, it wasn't seeped into the clothes from the inside. It was splattered on, it was somebody else's.

You took a few shaky steps back. This wasn't real. It couldn't be. Flug wouldn't.. kill people, right? Part of you was open to the idea--he was a villain, after all. But he never went out of his way to kill..

You looked down at your now bloody palms. He wouldn't kill anyone in this fashion, either. ..Would he? Was he really that.. gruesome of a person? And you had no idea..?

While caught up and reeling in your own thoughts, you lacked the attention to notice Dr. Flug approaching you.

The last thing you remembered was blacking out.

Dr. Flug never intended for you to find out about any of this. The mess of his mental state, the mess of his lab, and the mess he's been making of.. other people. Maybe he could develop a mind erasing serum? Or.. would that be too easy? Perhaps he could just manipulate you into believing it was all a dream.. Either way, he was glad that chloroform-laced cloth came in handy after all.

So, as far as he knew, you would definitely not be supportive of what he was doing. He was doing all this for a misunderstanding in his eyes. You're always full of surprises, though. That's what he loves about you.

When he found out that you were totally okay with his obsessive tendencies, perhaps even supportive, Flug was completely over the moon. If it was possible to fall even deeper in love than he already was, he definitely did at that moment.

Knowing this, he doesn't keep you to himself. Now that he knows how much you love him in return, he has no reason to not trust you! Things can finally start going back to normal.. if uh.. homocide and killing sprees count as "normal" to you.

He's either smothering you with attention or as shy as a mouse. There's two sides of Dr. Flug that clash with each other when it comes to you. He wants to be forward with you--confident, mainly. But when he does, he backs out, becoming immediately flustered. Honestly, when the idea of you enjoying the idea of him killing for you settled into him.. he almost passed out. You really did make him the happiest scientist in the world.

The fact that you supported his actions just made him all the more confident about himself. Sometimes a bit upstuck. You thought what he was doing was righr, why shouldn't he? Whenever he killed someone, he no longer felt remorse. Instead, he felt excited to tell you what he did when he got home. And every time, you would give him the same praise and reassurance. Believe me, Flug is a sucker for praise.

Dr. Flug likes to brag to you about the horrible, awful things he's done. Sure, he loves praise, but actually recieving it makes him extremely flustered. Any "Good job" or "I'm proud of you" made him crumble on the inside. You were gonna be the death of him one of these days.

The two of you prefer to keep your relationship a secret for now and the forseeable future. After all, if Dr. Flug had got himself caught when murdering for you, you would be in trouble for just being associated with him. He wouldn't want that! Not in a million years. But of course, he would never let that happen.

Turns out, this seemed to be the best ending. I mean, who knows what would've happened if you denied him your love? Well, Flug would probably just develop a love potion of sorts. Either way, he's absolutely ecstatic things turned out this way. Despite the obviously very unhealthy relationship, the two of you were happy.. and that's all that mattered.

..Right?

[zvtara-was-never-canon]

The double standard Zutara shippers have towards Mai vs Katara is absolutely icky. I saw a post a while ago (don’t remember the user) and screenshotted all the Mai can’t vs Katara can points. I’ll paste them here:

- Katara threatening Zuko if he dares to hurt Aang is a sign of reprimanded sexual tension, but Mai joking about Zuko never daring to break up with her again it's her being controlling.

- Katara screaming at Zuko that, to make her forgive him after he proved to have changed and be a better person to everyone else, he'll need to bring back her dead mother, as if 10 years old Zuko is responsible for Yon Ra killing Kya, is fair. Mai screaming at Zuko to leave her alone after he made a scene insulting her in front of a crowd is abusive, violent and toxic.

- Katara treating Zuko badly after he saved her from being crushed is legit and deserved. Mai slapping Zuko's hand away from her in two separate occasions because he wouldn't stop invading her boundaries after a highly emotional moment is harsh, undeserved and abusive.

- Zuko mocking Katara and telling her that he'll save her from the pirates is cute. Zuko being actually cute with his girlfriend is cringe and obviously something he didn't want to do.

- Katara splashing Zuko when he was kneeling down in the southern air temple episode is justified. Mai throwing a SHEET OF PAPER at him after he broke up with her and ghosted her is abusive and violent.

-Katara touching Zuko's scar in the catacombs to heal him is cute and a moment of trust. Mai touching Zuko's scar multiple times and him not being bothered by it in the slightest (even burying his scar in her hair) is a breech of trust and consent.

- Katara having many guys who have a crush on her throughout the series means she has rizz and that she's a catch. Mai having one boyfriend other than Zuko makes her a slut.

- Mai and Zuko being childhood friends to lovers is cringe and an overused trope, but then you'll go on the Zutara tag and find multiple fanarts of childhood friends Zutara AUs

- Katara establishing boundaries and making her stance on breeches of trust well known with multiple characters is good writing. Mai breaking up with Zuko after he lied to her multiple times means that she isn't worth sticking around, and is so selfish that she'll leave Zuko in a moment of need.

- Katara had three children while Mai only had Izumi, which means Katara is a better woman (yes, I've actually come across this kind of disgusting comment.)

- Zutarians claim that Katara is apparently reduced to a housewife and child bearer with no agency as Aang's wife (she is a well known master, wonderful healer AND politician as she made bloodbending illegal in canon), and would be better off as the fire lady (????), but at the same time Mai is nothing special because she is just the fire lord's wife while Katara is a master. Like, make it make sense. Being a fire lady is either "demeaning" for both or for neither.

+ Zutara fans making Izumi Zuko and Katara's daughter, and then proceeding to make a rant on how Mai is NOT Izumi's mom despite her looking exactly like Mai and Michi PLUS having "fountain" a significant name in Maiko's love story, in her name.

I’ve been silently reading all the anti zutara here and thought of sharing my piece. I would like to hear what you think too

God, the Izumi one pisses me off the most because:

1 - Neither Katara nor Zuko would EVER just refuse to raise or even acknowledge a child of theirs. Katara's whole trauma is about having to grow up too fast after her mother's death. Zuko's whole trauma is growing up with an abusive father that kicked him out of the house. They would NEVER abandon a child of theirs.

2 - Neither Katara nor Zuko would ever forgive a former partner if said partner had a kid with them and then abandoned said child, again, because of their own traumas.

But also HOLY SHIT, zutara's brand of "feminism" never ceases to shock me. "A better woman has more kids"? Seriously? And here I thought the worst take I'd ever see from them was "Zuko needs to marry a woman of a different race because his genes are bad, but he is one of the good ones, and Katara could fix his defective genetic that makes his kind more likely to be violent - no, I never heard the term 'eugenics', what's that?"

And yeah, funny how they're constantly going on and on about how being Fire Lady would totally "empower" Katara, but the second Mai is the one to marry Zuko, suddenly that role is oppressive and disrespectful towards a woman.

[theawkwardsiren]

Toxic - Veneer x F!Reader (angst/fluff) part 2

summary - your ex isn't done causing trouble for you, but fortunately this time you have Veneer. part 2 of this! part 3. part 4. part 5.

warnings - toxic behaviour from your ex, i think this is turning into a series lol

a/n - as you can see, i have an unhealthy obsession with him

GIF by may-be-bea

"So?? Is he every bit the perfect boyfriend we imagined he would be?"

"He's even better! He is the absolute best, I swear!"

Living everyday in dreamland, you never missed a chance to gush about Veneer to (Friend's Name). He was perfect in everyway, and treated you so well. He was sweet, sensitive and caring, which is what you loved most about him. Sometimes he could be a childish and spoilt brat, but more often than not he was your kind and doting boyfriend. It's been only a few weeks, but you can already tell your relationship with him is deeper than anything you've known.

That and he would never cheat on you.

"Well even on-screen he looks totally obsessed with you!"

"He does?" You questioned, blushing. You've been with him to a few red carpet events but you've never noticed that.

"Yes, girl!" She squealed, "The way he looks at you!! God, I wish someone would look at me like that!"

Your face burned as she said that, a dark blush covering your cheeks. You'd never imagined you'd be having this conversation with (Friend's Name), and you'd definitely never imagined hearing that he looks at you a certain way when you're around him.

"Someone will, I know it," you assured her with a smile. "Maybe-"

"Maybe I need to date a total douchebag and get my heart broken so someone can come sweep me off my feet too!" She exclaimed in one breath, which was impressive. "You're a genius!"

"That's not exactly-"

"Kid Ritz is kinda cute, do you think I could get his attention?"

"Well-"

"That's not a no!"

You just sighed, giving up and laughing at your friend's antics. It seems that's what she wanted, because she leaned back in her chair and smiled. That cheery mood was, however, short-lived.

"I think you can, (Friend's Name)," (Random Name) slid into the seat next to her, across from you. "I mean, if (Name) can land a superstar like Veneer, I'm sure anyone can do it."

As your lips twisted into a frown, (Friend's Name) sighed, "Boy, haven't you been embarrassed enough?"

He ignored her, his eyes trained on you, "All you gotta do is pretend you're into them, get them to like you and date you, and use them for their money." He gestured to the pretty chain around your neck, which had been a gift from Veneer.

"Did you just come to kill our mood and make baseless accusations?" You questioned, annoyed. You'd no longer give him the satisfaction of hurting you.

"Baseless?" He raised an eyebrow. "It's not baseless. We all know you're still in love with me, and just trying to make me jealous."

You actually laughed out loud, "What?"

"Come on, (Name)," he leaned forward, smirking, "No one just falls out of love. You were so obsessed with me, remember?"

"Yeah, and now I'm not," you glared, "Get over yourself, it's been weeks. I fell out of love with you within the first one. You want to know what this is?" You gestured to the necklace. "It was a gift that he surprised me with, because he saw it and thought it would look nice on me. Did you ever do that? I can count on one hand the times you surprised me with, well, anything."

"So you're saying you weren't expecting him to be that nice?" (Random Name) raised an eyebrow. "I'm sure the public would love to hear that."

"Okay, you're either just stupid or a jerk. I'm going with both."

That came from neither you nor (Friend's Name), and your eyes lit up when they landed on Veneer standing behind (Random Name), hands on his hips.

"Always need him to come save the day," (Random Name) spat, standing up. "Can't even stick up for your-"

He didn't get to finish, because Veneer's fist collided with his jaw. Your eyes went as wide as saucers, having never expected the green-haired star to ever be capable of such an action. Even (Random Name) was stunned, stumbling back and clutching his jaw. (Friend's Name) cheered, and Veneer looked shocked his punch even landed on the guy.

"Why, you-!"

You quickly stepped between the two boys, glaring at your ex while shielding your still stunned boyfriend, "(Random Name), just take the hint and get the hell out of here. If I had known what a selfish, vengeful and cruel person you'd become when angered, I never would have agreed to date you."

The area surrounding you guys went silent, your words hitting him like a sledgehammer. Even he looked taken aback, before a scowl that you were not used to seeing on him crossed his face.

"This isn't over, (Name)," he snarled, "You'll come crawling back sooner or later, and I'll forgive you for being so deluded."

Then he turned and left, and you let out a breath you didn't realise you'd been holding. You turned around to face Veneer, about to apologise for that scene when the boy scooped you up into his arms and offered you the warmest, most comforting embrace he had to offer.

"Veneer, I'm-"

"Shh, don't apologise," he cut you off, pulling away slightly to get a good look at you, "I just hope he didn't physically touch you. Did he?" He gently took your chin in his hand, soothingly running his thumb across your jawline. "Tell me he didn't touch you."

"He didn't," you leaned into his touch, "But that was a great punch."

He grinned when you said that, "I didn't even know I was going to do it, my hand just moved on its own when he insulted you like that."

"Still, impressive."

(Friend's Name) swooned, giggling like a child getting candy as she watched you two interact. Veneer turned to her, noticing her for the first time.

"You're (Name)'s friend, right? The one who helped her get ready for our first date?"

She blushed, looking at you, "So you did tell him about me!"

"Duh," you laughed, leaning into your boyfriend's embrace.

"All good things I promise," he assured her with a smile, "I'm glad she has such a supportive friend."

"Babe," you started, pulling his attention towards you, "(Friend's Name) here has a little crush on Kid Ritz. Do you think we could-"

"Oh, with pleasure!" He beamed, then laughed nervously at the look on your face, "You can't blame me! I was worried he was going to steal you away with how he keeps trying to talk to you! So I'm happy to help him get his attention away from my girlfriend."

You laughed at that, planting a sweet and gentle kiss on his pale cheek, "You are honestly adorable. He was just being nice."

"Just being-!" Your boyfriend protested, "I am a guy! I know when guys are trying to be nice, and when they're trying to steal other guys' girlfriends!"

"ANYWAY," you tried to shift away from his jealousy, "Let's get (Friend's Name) a date with him then."

(Friend's Name)'s eyes went wide, and a dark blush you'd never seen before crossed her cheeks, "Okay I was totally going to chew you out for having his attention but never mind! That would be so amazing! And oh my god, you two are the cutest ever!"

Veneer's cheeks tinted pink, and he offered her a shy smile, "Thank you! And agreed, his attention should be elsewhere."

"Okay you two, can we go now?"

-

"Seems like just yesterday you were doing this for me."

The two of you laughed at the sentiment as you touched up (Friend's Name)'s make up, getting her ready for her evening with Kid Ritz. Veneer had come through, landing her a date with the interviewer as he promised.

"Oh, I remember it clearly, you were a nervous wreck," she teased, trying not to move too much as you finished with her eyeliner.

"Hey!" You protested. "In my defense, I-well-"

"You're always nervous? Yeah, heard that before."

You rolled your eyes playfully, "Okay, okay. I would tell you to not be nervous but I think you're already confident enough for that."

"One of us has to be," she grinned, before checking the time on your clock. "Are you almost done? I think you're going to be late for your romantic movie night with Veneer." She imitated kissing.

"Okay, you need to go now," you laughed, pushing her towards the door. "Good luck."

She winked and left, letting you gather your stuff and head out to meet Veneer. You'd been to his place plenty of times, but the mansion always took your breath away and left you in awe.

"About time," your boyfriend pouted when he opened the door for you, spaghetti arms wrapping around your frame and dragging you inside. "I was starting to get lonely."

You giggled and kissed his cheek, "It took me long to get ready for you, you know. These things have to be just right."

The two of you spent the evening cuddling on his luxurious couch, snacks spread out on the table in front while a movie you had wanted to watch played on the screen. You were too engrossed in it to notice the way Veneer gazed at you, a soft smile on his lips as he remembered the first time you guys did this, about a week after you officially met. You'd said you prefer home dates and he'd suggested a movie night, which had been one of the best nights of his life. Mostly because you'd fallen asleep in his arms, and nothing had made him feel warmer inside.

You suddenly gasped, "Did you see that?!"

"Huh?" He blinked, snapping back to reality and looking at the screen. "Did I see what?"

"Veneeeeeer!" You whined, laughing as you looked up again, "You weren't watching, were you?"

"Oh I was," he answered, "I was watching something far more interesting." He used his index finger to tilt your head up by your chin, and your breath caught in your throat.

"What was it?"

He just smiled and closed the distance, pressing his lips to yours sweetly. They moulded together so well that kissing him was as easy and natural as breathing. Like a function you couldn't live without. You shifted closer, deepening the kiss and gently gripping the back of his neck with your hand.

He kissed you again and again, not once getting tired of the feeling of your lips on his. You weren't really surprised by this behaviour, you were used to his clingy side by now, and it warmed you up knowing you had a boyfriend who was just as obsessed with you as you were with him.

"Please don't ever leave."

The words came out before he could stop them, and his tone came out sadder than he intended it to.

You frowned, cupping his cheek in your hand, "I would never. Why would you think I'd leave?"

He leaned into your touch, closing his eyes, "Just worried."

"About what?"

He shifted uncomfortably, and it was then that you realised he was hiding something from you. He wasn't looking you in the eyes and he was acting nervous and strange - unlike his usual bubbly self.

"Veneer, babe, what is it?"

He finally met your gaze, "What he said. That you'd go crawling back to him eventually. I don't want to...I can't..." He struggled for words.

"Hey, that'll never happen," you promised. "Never. Don't forget that he cheated on me. I can't and won't ever forgive him for that. Besides, I don't even care about him now. The only person who is ever on my mind is you. Day and night. And..." You took his hand and cast your eyes down to watch them intertwine. "We have something special, and I never want to lose that."

He started to smile at that, and when you looked up you noticed his eyes were glistening.

"Aw, baby," you cooed, wrapping him up in your arms like he usually did with you. You kissed both his cheeks and his forehead, then started placing silly kisses all over his face. "I'm not going anywhere."

"Me neither," he quietly promised, cheering up.

"VENEER!" Velvet suddenly screeched, rushing into the room with her phone out. She seemed upset - nothing new - but more so than usual. Her glare pierced her brother, and she thrust her phone out for you both to see. "What is this?!"

Both of your eyes widened as you sat up and stared at the screen. The screen with an online article that had a headline stating, 'POP STAR VENEER: A CHEATER?" with pictures below it showing him handing a brand new purse to another girl, followed by a picture of him writing something on her arm with one eye closed - a photographed wink.

"That's not..." He trailed off as your phone buzzed.

Incoming message: Unknown number

You're not the only girl he gifts things to. Ready to come back now?

You dropped your phone.

a/n - part 3 here.

[melodrangea]

soul and black*star with an emo stoner s/o? thank you ^^

Soul and Black Star x Stoner!S/O

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Soul “Eater” Evans

- honestly wouldn’t care that much

- I mean he would of course be worried about your health if things ever got out of hand

- but for a casual smoker, it’s really your business not his

- will ask you not to smoke inside or in the car

- but what you do with your life is up to you

- (he would totally try edibles if you do those)

- would NEVER smoke though, living with Maka all those years turned him off from ever wanting to try (my girl is a health queenie)

- if you are wanting to quit he would be your biggest supporter, but other than that doesn’t say much about it

- doesn’t mind the smell of smoke either, it’s similar to liking the smell of gasoline

- being emo he also doesn’t mind at all

- he finds the style suits you very well and it’s your unique appearance that caught his eye in the first place

- your style is another thing he can’t nor should control

- tries to match you on occasion but it just isn’t his vibe

- over all Soul gets a 7/10, he doesn’t care that much but certainly doesn’t love your habits

Black Star

- absolutely hates it

- unfortunately I don’t see Black Star getting along with a S/O that smokes

- he doesn’t understand why anyone would do something that could potentially kill them

- nothing that risks your life is worth the high in his opinion

- hates the smell of smoke and will complain whenever you are or have been smoking

- won’t even want to try edibles because he would hate losing part of his senses

- if Black Star ever saw you with a cigarette, vape, joint etc.. he would take it and smash it

- nature can suffer with toxic chemicals but your lungs can’t ❌

- being emo he’s totally fine with

- he may find it a little boring but loves to help you accessorize

- will insist on some really dumb forms of matching jewelry (bro might even make you buy matching his and hers shirts)

-overall Blank Star gets a 2/10 because he would likely would not vibe with someone that smokes, bonus points for being an emo lover though

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[zvcvxl]

Ellie Williams x Reader (ONESHOT)

WARNINGS!: mf you aint even reading this shit dont even

You’ve always tried distancing yourself from people outside your friend group, however, when attention is on you, you tend to act like its your natural habitat. Even when your at the brink of - pissing yourself, breaking down in a gut wrenching breakdown, killing yourself leaving.

And let’s just say boy’s are one of your biggest fears, don’t even mention when they are in a group, gosh, you just murmur under your breath, a silent prayer whether you believe or not…

Alcohol, drugs, smoking…listen you aren’t a pussy but you just simply decline usually when any of the three are offered to you, and it’s definitely not cus your scared.

If you even stepped a centimetre within the area of your crush chances are you would loose your shit and blush hysterically, one time you almost passed out, and let me tell you, your friends do not put that past you.

“what am I even doing here” you murmur to yourself at the ridiculously ridiculous situation you are in. Can you blame yourself though? I mean, if you weren’t sitting on large ass, crimson red brick, staring at the abandoned deteriorating building with glass shards speckled amongst the sweaty, dancing people which stunk with a pungent odour of weed and bitter alcohol, strike number one,you would have been facing major remarks from your friend group.

Scurrying to a more closed-off space, the melancholy symphonies evaporating within the orchestra of voices either singing, making out or doing what the f*ck ever. You dont care. Never really have.

As your eyes search the dark sector which only was getting engulfed by the frat boys being provocative and total dumbasses, strike number two, you curse under your breath which was followed by a fog due to the freezing temperatures and how exposed the building came to be.

It was a 40 minute ride from campus, something you normally couldn’t put up with, nor would your friends in reality, but if they’re boyfriends did? They did too…meaning you’d be the last one out and no-one wants that, so you ,reluctantly, join them. Immediately regretting it when you saw the building, frankly it was creepy, had multiple floors and you needed to really squint you eyes to see it was a hospital. And it was pitch dark.

The sound of your pulse may be heard when your nervous, and you’re here to volunteer as a tribute and agree with that dilemma given the circumstances of the situation you have voluntarily put yourself in.

As your walking around trying to make it seem like your not hysterically going to breakdown in tears of you dont find your friends because thats super embarrassing like a lost puppy you cant help but feel pissed at your friends, one for leaving you and another for having toxic ass boyfriends that dont know how to communicate for shit.

A scoff escaped your lips in which your bottom lip was caught between your teeth in a way of dangerous comfort, due to the fact you can taste the metallic bitterness of your blood flushed against your tongue. Suddenly, reminding you of saltburn and you cant help but grimac-

Ayo, what the fu-

Your head darts to the person who rudely interrupted your reminiscent reminder of saltburn by shoving past you with a harsh tone.

And then You see Her.

The girl who raves off of attention, feeding off it, craving for it, addicted to it.

The girl who pays no mind to groups of boys, frat boys, any boys.

The girl who dreads life when a single day passes by without drugs, alcohol or a quick smoke. She never misses on the opportunity, gosh, shed be the one offering.

Your opposite

Your enemy

Your reason for hating college

Ellie Williams

Her harsh scowl interrupts your brain from processing a response, her auburn hair tied into her iconic half-up-half-down which makes you cream lowk annoyed.

“What the f*ck?” You say with a glare that could only be gifted to Ellie Williams.

“not my f*ckin fault your dumbass was in the way” you swear its almost like she has these interactions preplanned in her head because of how quick she always is to reply.

Either way, you cant deny Ellie is totally having you cream piss in your pants right now. The way she stands in front of you with her dark blue skinny jeans and her stupid grey hoodie, she looks like a hobo but pulls it off because her face was gifted.

Her forest green eyes stare into my pigmented ones, shes waiting for my response, and so are a few people near us…

“You know damn well i wasnt in your way Ellie” Is the only way you can fend or even muster up for yourself in this given moment, your heart doing palpitations, hands shaking but folded beneath your chest.

Ellie chuckles, she never backs down and she sure as hell won’t start doing that now, even with her toying with the fabric of her sleeve.

She’s always right, after all.

“Coulda fooled me.”

You roll your eyes, isn’t she creative? “oh wow Ellie, your awfully funny today, want a cookie?”

gosh she just made your blood boil.

She always knew how to get under your skin

“Yeah sure, snickerdoodle sounds good. So thanks.” you don’t even have to look at her to see her smile you could practically sense it, she enjoys these back and forths you guys have.

To tell the truth, you do too.

Doing the smart thing, and totally not because your scared since attention is on both of you and the music is starting to die down you walk away…well I say that but people are quick to block your so called path.

And Ellie grasps your arms before you could even think to push them away.

“Oh wow, running away already? What happened to the girl who would stay and deal with all of my snarky comments.” The feeling of her hand on your forearm sends my neurons crazy, you feel a blush rising up your cheeks.

And why the f*ck is everyone looking at us right now?

You can't help but feel the world freeze for a second, adrenaline too hard to cope, anger through the roof.

And everyone looking at us, the frat boys, the unholy aroma engulfing my nostrils.

Strike number three

Ellie immediately retracts her hand from my arm and her skilled hand hovers over the stinging feeling, which found itself on her left cheek.

Your action was like gasoline pouring on a bonfire, your slap enough to make Ellie's rage burst into a roaring flame.

“You f*cking c*nt” the auburn haired girl spews, her eyes starring daggers at you as her eyes quick gloss at the arrangement of people surrounding the two of you.

And with rapid pace you take the hint that thats your cue to leave another one of your problems…only this one cant be ran from.

“sh*t-sh*t-sh*t-sh*t-sh*t-sh*t-sh*t-sh*t” Is all that escapes your slightly parted lips as heavy breathing almost conceals your profanity whilst strands of hair undone from your ponytail, beads of sweat trickling down your temples. Hurriedly, trying to squeeze through the people towards the parking lot.

The pang in your chest, your heartbeat, so loud Ellie could hear from across the perimeter of the parking lot. Before you could even reach the bustop you feel a firm hand grasp ur arm, so tightly that zinc could feel malleable. You feel your eyes widen and your breath runs shaky.

Looking down, seeing the veiny, bony, tatted hand on your arm you could only guess..no..know this was Ellies hand. However, before you had any time to react her voice roars into your ears and you groan audibly making her spit profanity’s at you left and right like it was her job.

“You fucking bitch!”

“Slut!”

Jeez…wont she ever shut the fuck up…you thought?

Ellies eyebrows twitched, her slit becoming more defined, her eyes narrowed. Dangerous silence engulfed the air making you choke.

“The fuck did you just say?”.

You so fucked up, you internally curse yourself for a mistake like thinking out loud.

Pause, why is she looking at you like that…or why does the moon make her freckles so evident, her eyes mesmerising, her lips softer? The subtle shine of the moon making her attractive. No but why is she inching closer?

Why are you inching closer?

As her eyes stare into yours, she dosent have to say anything, Ellie’s eyes are hungry for you, shes hungry for you.

Her soft lips graze yours

Her eyes close

Her unstable breathing

She, you, kiss. A desperate kiss, a needy one its perfect. You both become one flesh, the auburns girls hands grip your waist as if your gonna leave her, you find your arms slithering around her cold neck as the sound of you guys making out cancels out the frat music, your heart beats syncing. Both of your breaths so hot, panting, trying to salvage the kiss before you pull away to catch your breath.

“Breathe, baby” you both have a moment of staring at each other, the air becoming hot. She grabs you into her arms again. Taking you as hers, your lips smashing with hers again. Only thing different is that, this time her hands roam around your body, touching you oh so desperately. It seems as if shes guiding you somewhere, suddenly, you hear her keys jingling, a car unlocking.

A car door opening.

Ellie pushes you into the backseat of her car, harshly before slamming the door behind her and her emerald eyes catch you in a trance of consent and you nod.

“I need you so bad Ellie…fuck”

“oh yeah?” her lips curl into that stupid smirk.

“yeah baby” you breathe out.

“show me how much you need me then”

And thats all you needed, your fingers find their way to ur clothed cunt, the area wet with ecstasy. You can feel her eyes tracing every one of your movements.

“so wet already? Didnt even need to touch you babe, huh?” Ellies hot breath sends chills through you as you arch your back at the sensation of your fingers rubbing circles on your panties, growing wetter, needier.

She looks up at you, her brow arched as your spread legs close.

“Why’d you stop baby?” she says before realising your shaking too much your fingers cant find the right rhythm on your clit to pleasure you. She chuckles, finding your humiliation comedic.

“Tell me what you want” you tuck a strand of her soft hair behind her ear.

“use your words” She grabs your wrist to stop you from guiding her fingers.

“I need you ell’s, your fingers, your tongue” you huff out.

Ellie smirks, dipping her head in between your thighs, making you subconsciously spread. Her lips grazing the inside of your thighs, kissing them occasionally before she spreads you wider with her fingers emitting a light sigh from you.

As her tongue makes contact with your clit, she skill fully flicks as if shes done this a hundred times before which…wouldnt be too far off (you dont hope). Your hips buckle as she increases the pressure of her tongue on your swollen clit, the darkened car filled with the noise of your wetness and your moans.

Before you knew it, she was inside of you. Increasing the speed. “Taking me so well, hm baby? Such a good girl” .

CBA FINISHING

[diamondcitydarlin]

i think probably the worst part of the whole thing is that I just don't really care anymore, the investment I had at the end of season 1 just straight up no longer exists. no, it's not just bc a blorbo got killed off (and there's a lot of reasons to be angry about that), it's mainly bc most of the characters at this point feel like hollow shells of who they were a season ago, including the stede x ed pairing as a whole (which I really just don't care about anymore at all, sorry). and no it's not bc 'Izzy got all the development and there was no time for anyone else' like of course there was time for everyone else, provided that they hadn't opened the season on all those characters making 180 character changes with no real explanation, provided they hadn't overloaded the damn season with nonsense that goes nowhere. JimxOlu was my OTP after StedexEd in season one, both of them were some of my faves, and not only did neither of them even really resemble who they were in s1, their relationship which was of such great importance in the former just suddenly...is something else now. Not people in love, but 'friends who have fucked once lol' and are wingmen for each other now because...??? Oh but Jim's dating Archie who...*checks notes* was in a Snake Cult? I think? That's about all we get on her, apart from the fact that she likes making out with Jim I guess. And I guess Zheng can't just be a powerful woman character that exists in this narrative without a romance of her own, so let's just toss her together with Olu and never explore or explain that with any kind of depth. Jim has neither trust issues anymore nor do they have ANY interest or investment in their revenge scheme or the Siete Gallos (REMEMBER THAT PLOTLINE?? REMEMBER?? APPARENTLY THE WRITERS DON'T) they're just kind of goofy all the time now for no reason. Olu's leadership arc? His being a confidant to Stede? Where the fuck did any of that go? Are they all a polycule or are they all just separate couple friends? IDK WHO CARES THIS IS HOW IT IS NOW I GUESS. Like, why am I supposed to care about any of that? It doesn't even feel like the characters I watched before.

And StedexEd. Jfc there's so much to say that other people have said better but the constant bringing up of conflicts, breakups, and then immediately resolving those issues with heartfelt reunions/kissing as if that's supposed to be sufficient got really old for me after awhile. The lack of explaining how their 'whim-prone' romance to this point was bad, the lack of explaining how they reconcile their different goals was also bad, but oh they can just go RUN AN INN NOW! Yay happily ever after! ????? "Ed, you've got family" which he immediately leaves to go try another life path he's probably going to suck at and hate WOW so romance. Like either figure it out or break up for good, it just makes them an obnoxious toxic couple who never seem to communicate or bother to try but are supposed to be the one we love the most and are rooting for. And that sucks, because I loved them once! GARBAGE!

There's only so much blame one can put on external factors for this. I worked in production once, I edited scripts and was a go-between for notes and writers, and this is the exact kind of thing I would've felt compelled to point out; we only have x amount of time and x amount of episodes to properly tell these stories, we know this, so maybe lets be realistic about what we can fit in here and do justice and what we can't. Maybe let's not just throw every fucking thing we think of at the wall to see what sticks while completely ignoring/retconning character traits and stories we set up in season 1. But nah, that's what happened!

Like, what is there to watch for at this point if s3 gets greenlit? I fail to find anything that I'd care about seeing continued, even the peripheral characters like Frenchie and Wee John and Roach, whom I also loved before and still do but barely did anything, so I guess I can tune in to watch them do more of nothing? Idk man it sucks when it's not just 'wow that was bad I hope next season is better' but instead 'wow that was so boring and incohesive I have no more interest or emotional investment in this to continue'

[inbetweenknacksandnooks]

Just started the newest ZZZ special episode and... it's giving me 2nd-hand rage.

You know how in cartoons (usually comedy ones) a character will have a bunch of garbage happening around them, but they're not mad because they feel like they 'shouldn't be', so you, as the viewer, get mad for them.

Anyway that's how I feel about Yanagi's story so far.

Yanagi is essentially raising 3 children in the form of her colleagues.

Soukaku is mildly forgivable, only because my personal headcanon is that her mental growth has been stunted one way or another, and it's revealed why Yanagi takes care of her in Yanagi's teaser. So I can forgive that well enough.

But Miyabi is a different case. It's stated that she passed on all the paperwork to Yanagi, and constantly tries to get out of meetings. I know that meetings and paperwork is unpleasant, but you're the CHIEF ffs! Take some responsibility!

While Zhu Yuan had boundaries in the workplace, such as not working overtime when her job was done, Yanagi seems to have the opposite

Miyabi doesn't seem to stop or suggest stopping this kind of thing to keep her health intact either!

Harumasa isn't as bad as Miyabi, but he's not great either, as he constantly wants to slack off whenever possible.

This is the equivalent of having to do a group project with 3 unmotivated people that want to dilly-dally and sidetrack every possible conversation to avoid doing work, and ultimately, you have to take on the whole damn thing by yourself.

I'm not trying to say that the rest of Section 6 don't love or care about Yanagi at all, they obviously do, and if Yanagi had a heart attack from underlying cardiovascular disease (due to her immense work stress), the three would likely visit her hospital bed (if she was still alive, anyway, since women die from heart attacks more frequently, and she's often left either on her own, or with what is basically an incompetent child who wouldn't know the first thing about strokes or those kinds of problems)

But I don't think Miyabi would learn that this toxic asf work environment is the thing killing her, and would go back to not caring about Yanagi staying late after the first month or two of the incident.

I think the thing that peeves me the most, is how all three of them act like whiny children with Yanagi around.

As I mentioned, Soukaku is mostly excusable, since she has stunted mental growth.

But fucking Miyabi, crying about not wanting to attend a meeting, or Harumasa who faked a fucking stomachache to skip work?!

This is your job, not Elementary School! I hope one of your vacation days were snatched!

I make a big deal out of this, because I don't think that anyone should have a parent-child relationship with their colleagues, unless there is an underlying condition wherein you are the person's caretaker (Soukaku)

I would never want a parent-like relationship with a spouse, nor one with a friend. Hell, I don't need a parent-like relationship at all, since I'm an adult.

Likewise, a child's parent shouldn't be a bosom buddy.

I might just be projecting a little bit, or getting too personal, because I never want to have kids ever, and I've seen people with this kind of lifestyle where they baby everyone around them, and get fucked with little-to-no freetime, heightening blood pressure due to stress, and a lot of pent-up feelings because they can't communicate to their friends, because they treat their friends as children, and their friends treat them as a parent.

Anyways, I'm not very far into the Special Episode, so maybe Yanagi snaps somewhere or has an emotional breakdown where Section 6 (specifically Harumasa and Miyabi) can see how much Yanagi is doing, and they help to rectify this, by eventually creating a much better workplace to live in.

A lifestyle like this can't go on forever, and I hope the negative effects are shown.

[abs9lution]

Murder Drones Theory - Tessa in Ep6

By the end of episode six, I found Tessa to be extremely suspicious. In this post I'll go over my personal points on why I thought so.

First point:

When Tessa tried to distract the sentinel before it could kill N and the sentinel attacked her hand, causing it to bleed, shouldn't she have died then?? Her bleeding means that her suit is now torn, and the toxic atmosphere should have killed her since she was then exposed to it. But she didn't die. So is she really human?

I highly doubt so, or at least she's not as human as she wants everyone to believe.

Second point:

Soon after, when the sentinels find them again, Tessa uses her blood to her advantage and slashes her sword at her hand to make it bleed more. While doing it, she shows absolutely no signs of pain and acts like it's nothing.

Third point:

When V salutes as she's about to sacrifice herself, Tessa says absolutely nothing nor does she react in any way. I'd think she would have at least tried to protest and stop V from doing that too like N (since it seems like Tessa sees N, V, and J as family), but she didn't. It seems a lot like she didn't care. Tessa could have at least thanked V for saving her from the bullet that could've killed her a few minutes before.

Fourth point:

While this post is mainly about episode six, I also would like to point out something in episode five.

When Tessa was trapped in the room with Cyn and all the worker drones that had turned into murder drones, how did Tessa escape?? Did she even manage to escape? I have a feeling she never did, or at least not without paying a price. (There is no way Cyn just let her go, though that idea would be hilarious LOL)

Either what happened was Cyn/the Absolute Solver killed Tessa that day in that room, or took control of Tessa in a way since Tessa may be a drone (going off my theory that Tessa isn't human or at least not fully human).

In conclusion, the Tessa we saw in episode six may not be the same Tessa we saw in episode five. Then again, she was a child in episode five and she's now an adult in episode six so a lot of things may have happened and she definitely could have changed over the years.

But what if that isn't Tessa? Or it is Tessa, but she's controlled by Cyn?

We can't trust that this character is who they say they are, as their astronaut suit completely conceals their appearance. As of now, this will just have to be another mystery.

I also want to put this video here that I found that shares more points that I didn't go over.

[blade-liger-4ever]

So, I've decided to start something.

Well, a series of somethings.

I've had some Star Wars AU ideas as of late, which I'm thinking of turning into little ficlets that will be posted on Tumblr. If I feel bold enough from my experiences here, I may transfer them over to my WordPress account, but time will tell on that front. In most of these fanfics (which hopefully won't be long - or not, we'll see), there are going to be featured a couple of OCs, as well as established character/OC relationship(s) over previously established pairings. Many of you will probably be discontent over this, however, I will do my best to explain these new pairings and why I was dissatisfied with the original love interest.

Before I get into that however, I will introduce one of these OCs, who was also inspired by the lost potential of one of Disney's most recent princesses.

Click below, and you shall see Starkiller/Galen Marek's AU love interest: Raya Karimi, descendant of the noble House of Zakuul.

Now, before we get going, let me say something: I do not hate Juno Eclipse. I did, however, find the connection between her and Galen...a little unsettling. I am not saying it was unhealthy or toxic, nor am I saying that Juno should have never been in the same room as Galen. That said, it seemed, at least in the second game for sure, that Galen was over-relying on her and putting too much of his needs/hopes on her for his own good. And no, I'm not agreeing with what the narrative said about Vader having control over Galen so long as she lived. I think what I'm trying to say is that, she ended up being a Living Emotional Crutch for him, and that trope - whether applied to a man or woman, in real life or in fiction - deeply unsettles me. The idea that someone needs another person in order to operate as a human being, or to be kept from totally falling apart...it doesn't sit well with me, and, I suppose, scares me. I don't want that for either of them, hence a new love interest for Galen.

Now, whether or not Juno lived after that final cutscene in Force Unleashed II, I confess, for the purposes of this AU...Juno does die. In the main Star Wars universe that I envision, she does live, but for the purposes of my story, it only makes sense that she is killed by either Darth Vader or Boba Fett. Galen can only do so much to protect her, and moreover, the likelihood of either of those villains killing her is extremely high. PROXY will, quite possibly, be at least salvageable here as well; I don't yet know if he will be a series of pieces that Galen and Raya and their other two crew members will have to put back together, or have his parts integrated into a separate unit. Considering I gave Raya a revamped HK-77 assassin/protocol droid as her muscle pre-meeting Galen (HK-77s are from Legends, by the way; look them up), PROXY's role may be redundant, in which case, some of his salvageable components would be used for HK.

She will also have a small, cat-dragon hybrid known as a felico. Her name is Tapi, and I'm trying to picture her as a traditional Asiatic/Japanese dragon, but one that is small enough that she can easily climb onto someone's shoulder. I picture the same body style, but with shorter whiskers, dexterous talon-like paws, feathered wings of proper proportion, and some fur that helps her with sneaking some items off bad guys, or just all the way around enhance her cuddliness. Color wise, she might be all black or shades of gray with bright green eyes.

Raya I envision as one of the few survivors of the noble family from Zakuul, with perhaps a smidgeon of Force-sensitivity. Her family had guarded artifacts from the Old Republic Era (the time of Revan in SW:KOTOR to SW:TOR, for reference), and so she was trained in the use of both melee and ranged weapons. She was an energetic child, and a prodigy when it came to most topics, although she worked exceptionally hard to get good at working with starship systems and repairs. The Empire eventually came to Zakuul for those same artifacts, around the time Raya was twelve or fourteen. The planet attempted to fight, and was soon overpowered; however, many managed to take off with the artifacts, hiding them away from Imperial eyes. Raya was captured after one battle, and after some time, forced to watch her father's public execution. This sent her into a blind rage, and before she knew it, the squadron that had been detaining her lay at her feet in pools of blood and missing limbs. Shaken by her own actions, she managed to escape, and spent the next six or eight years bouncing across the galaxy as a freelance agent for hire. However, Raya never worked with the Empire, and even though she made apparently shady deals, it was all in the effort to locate those missing artifacts, which she managed to hide with the aid of the hidden in plain sight Jedi Haja Estree.

Following one lead on the edge of the Outer Rim/Wild Space from their efforts on Tanalorr, Raya comes across the remains of the Rogue Shadow on an unnamed planet, the owner of whom, Galen Marek, has resided in for almost a month. He's full of anger, but her stubbornness, humor, and clear disdain for the Empire manages to convince him that she is an ally and not an enemy. Working together, they leave the planet and attempt to return while being side-tracked by HK-77 picking up old, disconnected transmissions from something ancient - so ancient, in fact, that it could be a cache of artifacts from the time of Revan....

I hope you find this interesting, and if you want more, please feel free to check in for updates on it!

[fivekrystalpetals]

I haven't really written anything about Noise but Retrace 97 compelled me to write something about her because, by god, of all characters, Noise died the loneliest death ;-;

Break died surrounded by his friends and family. Oscar died after seeing off his kids. Even Fang got a chance to apologize to his family as he was dying. (Elliot's is another matter--but at the least, he got a conclusive death. He wanted to be the one to crack the mystery of his family's serial killing which he did and he died next to his best friend and his big brother. His death continued to be grieved by people who cared about him up until the end.)

But Noise? Yes, Oz was there while her body was breaking apart but..... he was not there for Noise--he was there for Echo. And, Ada came all the way into the Past Sablier to be there for Vincent.

But... Noise.....??

to be honest, isn't that how it's always been? Right from the beginning, nobody was ever there for Noise... this poor girl who became an anomaly because she couldn't control her chain properly, who became a Baskerville but could neither fully become one nor return to being a human either, who couldn't even sleep because her chain might take control of her body and go on a rampage, who was locked up in an underground cellar, this girl who forgot her own name because her mind was so Noisy...

In spite of all her suffering, she still used to have a kind heart before she lost all sense of self. She still looked out for Vincent in whatever way she could:

You can actually feel the loneliness radiating off her in this panel; she doesn't feel included anywhere--she is still in the dark while Vincent has been pulled out into the light by his new friends.

Yes, it is toxic of her wanting to keep Vincent to herself and trying to kill him as soon as he finds new friends in a if-I-can't-have-you-then-no-one-can way.... but both her heart as well as her mind were already completely broken at this point. All she remembers is that slight feeling of protectiveness that got twisted to being possessive over him; she wanted to continue taking care of him in her own way even if she forgot what their original relationship was like.

I actually wanted to talk about this panel too (Retrace 91):

(Let me just set aside the context that Noise is actively trying to kill Ada and Ada is trying to buy time by talking because I want to talk about their words.)

Noise says Ada shouldn't pretend like she knows everything about Vincent and Noise, which is true in a way.... Because, you see, and as much as I love Ada, I still have to admit Ada is selective in what she is trying to figure out. She wants to know more about Vincent, not Noise. She doesn't know (and probably never will) that Noise was once a good onee-san to Vincent and his only true friend when he was surrounded by manipulative adults. So, I don't think Ada is the best person to give an opinion about Noise and Vincent's history when she hardly knows anything about them?

Again, I agree with what she says. Not knowing everything is not a crime, you can always learn things later on; yes, it's true but this line:

You're being criminal by being judgemental without even trying to understand!!

--honestly, applies to Ada too? Because Ada is also being judgemental about Noise without understanding her at all. Ada (and Oz and others too, for that matter) believe that Echo is the 'kind' personality while Noise is the mindless killer personality that takes over Echo.

When, in fact, it's the other way round. It's because of the power of the Abyss (and so, indirectly her chain) that Noise started losing her mind in the first place. Her mind was filled with so much noise that she feared and had dreams of turning into a monster (idk if her mental deterioration was already present before her contract) but I do know Doldum/Duldee (Echos) was only making the matter worse. Yes, all the Echos tried to protect her heart by preserving some of her memories bit by bit but.... wasn't it also because of the chain from the Abyss that she has been suffering all along?

See, again, Ada doesn't grasp the full essence of Noise's words. Of course, she has no way of knowing unless Noise tells her but...

Noise doesn't mean here that Vincent and Noise are different because they are Baskervilles. No, she means they are different because they are the only ones who are not 'proper' Baskervilles, who are cast out from being both human and Baskerville, who are not included anywhere.

Noise was an anomaly because of her weakness to the Abyss and her inability to control her own chain. Vincent was an anomaly because he was a child of ill-omen (something that doesn't exist in Ada's timeline). And those are his words Noise repeats that since both of them were aberrations, it won't be wrong if they stayed together because then, for each other, they can be 'normal'.

Ada is really missing a huge chunk of context here. I agree wholeheartedly that Ada will accept him even if he is a Baskerville and a Child of Misfortune because she is a kind soul, she is gonna accept and forgive Vincent no matter what.

But I am not talking about Ada and Vincent here, but about Noise. The point here is that Ada doesn't understand where Noise is coming from. For Noise, Vincent was the only way she could feel 'normal', among humans or Baskervilles. She heavily related to him, she latched onto him as the only one who could understand her, she did everything, became everything Vincent asked of her; at her heart, Noise, like every character in this story, just does not want to be lonely anymore.

This panel actually made me feel so bad for Noise. Time and again, Ada stands up for Vincent, Oz stands up for Echo, but who stands up for Noise?

(btw, please don't take this in a wrong way. I love Oz and Ada, and I am genuinely amazed and touched at that they can still distinguish Echo from Noise, sympathize with Echo for being an unwilling accomplice and bear no grudge against her in spite of Noise having a major hand in Uncle Oscar's death.

I am just trying to look at the story from Noise's perspective and doing that makes me realize that most of the major characters have no idea what Noise really was like. heck, even Noise didn't know at the time of Retrace 91; she remembers the truth only at the time of her death (Retrace 97).

Because Noise, too, once was a sweet, caring soul just like the present and last Echo (Eko-chan, I will refer to her as that to differentiate her from other Echos). Bit-by-bit, Noise lost all she knew about herself the longer she used her chain and created more Echos. As I said, both Oz and Ada are judging her from what they see before their eyes, not knowing how shattered and sick her mind is at the moment. I can't blame them ofc because that's what I too might have to do when the person before me is actively trying to kill me,, but knowing the context and her backstory, her presence in the story exudes so much loneliness.)

See, you can feel the despair and tiredness already seeping into her. She starts to lash out and reject people around her, even those who care about her to some extent; she doesn't even know what she wants anymore.

She wants to meet Vincent to, she believes, kill him because he is not hers anymore. But what I think is she subconsciously still possesses the protectiveness of a big sister and knows Vincent is in trouble, that's why she wants to go after him to make sure he is okay.

She says the same here (Retrace 97):

...I've had enough. I'm already so tired...

You know, what's even sadder? Eko is not a different person. Taking away the context of a chain and the fantasy surrounding it, she is simply a personality created by the weak-minded Noise to take on her unbearable suffering (like Split Personality (DID) patients do). So when Eko says:

--and asks her to remember herself, Noise is, in fact, in a way, talking to herself. It's the last sane part of her mind that's realized that her body can't hold out longer, and talks to the shattered, tired and lonely part of her, tries to recoup some of her memories so she doesn't end up doing something she'd regret, like killing her only friend and so that she gets a proper closure in death.

To say, Noise has no one but her imaginary self to console and hold her during her final moments. She died as lonely as she lived. I am happy Echo dies in Oz's arms, but....Noise? ;_;

Annnnd, even in the Happy Ending that the author gave us--the Everyone lives/No one dies one from Retrace 104-- where is the original personality of Noise? 😭

(how I wanted to see a normal interaction between Zwei, Gil and Oz; her teasing Oz, "Echo is shy to come out and meet you, so you just have to deal with me today 😈")

Further, about Vincent and Noise--

Something Noise says about Ada (Retrace 91):

Vincent got close to you only to take advantage of you.... You were so carefree…so stupid!

Actually, her words apply to herself as well. Vincent was only using Noise as a tool to his cause because he thought she was a stupid girl who would listen to his every word.

But my question is: does he even remember Noise as that onee-san who used to look out for him? Did he know it and choose to forget? Or, did he really forget? He was even the one who gave her the nickname after she forgot her own. Is it possible he forgot who Noise was to him whereas he remembers even the traumatic events of Sablier (something Gil misplaced his memories of)? Or, did he purposely suppress his good memories so he can recall his days as a Baskerville as being full of pain so that it makes his planned death easier for him?

I don't know but there is an equal chance of him genuinely forgetting who Noise was to him and him knowing everything yet acting like he didn't. If the latter, it's totally messed up on his part. Because Noise forgetting herself doesn't mean Vincent can distort their original relationship? How could he cross the boundary and do what he pleases to a broken, amnesiac girl who used to be his big-sister-like figure once?

This is the reason I am kind of skeptical about Ada saying she would forgive Vincent for everything. Offering him forgiveness for his past mistakes that he committed as a misguided, manipulated child is perfectly alright; but his deeds as an adult? Sorry but Ada doesn't even know half the picture of what Vincent really is like.

Either way, her last thoughts for Ada and Vincent were so sweet and makes me wish she was around, at least, in the Alternate Ending as the cool big sister for the kids.

Another heart-breaking line:

I never wanted to hurt him. Not even if there was no place for me at his side

Why does everything have to be a love triangle? Why can't everyone be a huge fun found family so that nobody feels left out and lonely? I wonder what Noise would be like when she is not in captivity or despair-fuelled-killing-spree. I feel like she would be feisty and sharp-witted, a complete opposite of the shy Echo, and would be going around trolling and teasing the kids lol

Ending this with the panel here, because in spite of their rocky relationship, chatting with Vincent were the few times Noise genuinely smiled ;-;

[violamonty]

putting this under a readmore because it ended up getting REALLY long-winded BUT. thoughts on tybalt vs. tank in terms of characterization. similarities, differences, yada yada yada. also some thoughts on the capp family as a whole.

(warning for discussion of internalized homophobia and toxic masculinity, but that's kind of par for the course when it comes to talking about tank in particular.)

tybalt and tank are really interesting because like. on the surface they seem really similar (like i mentioned before — gay eldest brothers of three who are deeply, deeply maladjusted from being used as a pawn in their families’ respective Problems). and i think that because of that, it’s easy to fall into the pitfall of just making them Essentially The Same Guy. (i don’t blame people for doing that! as i just said, they’re pretty similar guys.)

i know a lot of people (myself included) characterize tank as being a very repressed gay guy with a lot of internalized homophobia. that guilt compounds with his desire to make his dad happy by being, you know, A Tough Guy. buzz has already given up on ripp, and i honestly think he forgets buck exists sometimes. (the PSP game sure did.) tank is buzz’s last chance to have a “normal” son who follows in his footsteps by getting a wife and kids and idk, dying in a war or something? so there’s an immense amount of pressure for tank to be buzz 2.0 (AKA world’s straightest nuclear family having man).

except, obviously, tank isn’t built for that. he’s gay. he likes getting creative with his facepaint (or at least he did before buzz told him off for it). he wants to do ballet. he has five nice points, whereas buzz only has two.

tybalt, on the other hand, is not operating on NEARLY as many layers of internalized homophobia and toxic masculinity as tank is. what he IS operating on, however, is capp emotional repression. there’s a lot in game to suggest that most (if not all) of the capp marriages were arranged — goneril and regan aren’t in love with their respective spouses (nor are their respective spouses in love with them), and regan specifically never has been. the way the capp family is structured makes the concept of… courtship, i guess? into more of a transaction of status than anything emotional.

even if the concept of arranged marriages isn’t something that applies to tybalt specifically (and it may not be — kent is our only example of an adult male capp descendant, and he’s not married either), i feel like the concept of swallowing your true feelings for the sake of your family’s status is something that’s pretty pervasive among the capps. that’s part of what makes juliette’s relationship with romeo so scandalous. it’s not JUST because he’s a monty (although that is the primary reason) — it’s also expected that she marries someone who would bolster her own reputation, not just A Guy She’s In Love With.

anyways. tybalt is emotionally repressed, but that's less because he's gay and more because he's a capp. he isn't normal about the fact that he's gay, but that's just because he isn't normal about anything. he feels guilty about pursuing his own relationships because he feels like his whole life should be focused on his allegiance to the capp family (and, by extension, the capp-monty feud). he's invested so much time and energy into upholding his family's ideals (he maxed out his fucking body skill before even becoming an adult, for one. this guy's got problems) that it's become his whole identity.

why does tybalt care so much? memories between the three capp siblings are, as always, inconsistent, but i'm of the opinion that tybalt was the only one old enough to really Remember the fire that killed their parents. the capp siblings subsequently being taken in and raised by consort (who is arguably the most invested in the capp-monty feud) had a profoundly negative impact on tybalt's development, similarly to how the loss of lyla as a voice of reason had a profoundly negative impact on tank's. consort believed that the monty family was somehow responsible for the fire that killed cordelia and caliban, an idea he ended up passing on to his grandchildren.

juliette and hermia, being too young to fully remember the fire and therefore less blinded by a need for revenge, were able to see past that and see that it was kind of bullshit — the capp manor is an old house (so old that it doesn't even have showers), so the fire was almost certainly an accident. tybalt, on the other hand, is very reliant on authority figures to tell him what to believe (another trait he shares with tank), and all of a sudden consort is the only authority figure in his life. if cordelia (who was implied to be against the capp-monty feud by way of contessa's bio) had lived and remained a voice of reason in tybalt's life, he may have turned out differently... at least in terms of his opinion on the capp-monty feud. (i think that, unlike tank, he's kind of an angry dude no matter what. he has two nice points.)

back to tank. unlike tybalt, a lot of his guilt DOES stem specifically from the fact that he's gay — and, of course, that guilt ends up feeding into his anger and some sort of inferiority complex. he wants to be the perfect son so bad, but the fact that he's gay is (in both his eyes and his dad's) something that stands in the way of that. if he just Stops Being Gay, maybe everything else in his life will fall into place. (it won't, but he doesn't know that.) i think that in order to unlearn that internalized homophobia and self-hatred, he has to distance himself from buzz first. i'd like to think that he ends up doing that eventually, but i'm also not sure if it's realistic — he gets his camouflage facepaint tattooed sometime between the PC and DS versions, and that particular facepaint design is something buzz approved of. (i'm looping back to the "creativity with his facepaint" secret because it makes me sad.)

tank being shitty to ripp is an extension of his need for his father's approval (although that's less 'my interpretation' and more just. actually canon, i think). part of it is him mimicking what he's seen buzz do, but part of it is a subconscious jealousy that ripp is brave enough to rebel against their shitty dad. the ever-present toxic masculinity in tank's brain tells him that he has to be a brave person, but on at least some level he knows that ripp is braver than him — ripp, who paints his nails and wears smudged dollar-store eyeliner, is being a hell of a lot more courageous than tank, who is decked out in camouflage from head to toe because it makes his dad happy. and that's something that won't leave tank's mind, no matter how much he would never admit it.

anyways. tank and tybalt. if they ever met (which i think is unlikely — tybalt lives somewhere italy-adjacent and tank is in like. new mexico), i'm not sure if they would be friends. it really depends on what stage of their lives they were at (i think they'd hate each other as teenagers because they're so similar). i think there would be something else there, though. some sort of acknowledgement. a recognition of the self through the other.

[lynaferns]

I have been thinking for a while that I'm not made to do commissions. Or work as an artist in general.

I said at the start of the year that "I'll open commissions soon" and then never did. I had the sheets of prices and examples ready since then but never dared to post them. One of the reasons being that I have poor time management and deadlines kill me. I also have trouble with communication (you already know this) and if the other person doesn't do the bare minimum to specify me what they want I can't do anything. I'm supposed to draw something for you, it has to be to your liking, I can't do the job if you don't explain to me what you want.

This is still a hobby anyways, I only draw whatever I feel like drawing and if there is something I don't want to draw I don't do it.

But I see people saying stuff like "if people are interested in my art I should sell it (as in making prints, stickers and such)". Once I read people saying that they get mad when they see a talented artist with no print shop nor Patreon, or ko-fi, or whatever platform they could be making a profit of, because of that same reason: they could be gaining money from something they like that they are good at, and people could donate to them to support them, but they don't have anything set for that.

Most teachers and counselors I had, one of the first things they told me when they saw my art was that "I should work from this" "I should get a job that involves art" to "use my talent" "I can't just do nothing with the talent I have" "I have to use it for something", and while I know all of this comes from a good place, it only makes me feel pressured, like I have to do it, as if me being talented at art meant that I must use it for profit.

(I perfectly know the quality of my art, I know it would be perfect for selling, especially if it's fanart. I don't brag often about it because, no, like ????? Maybe if I'm especially proud of something specific but I'm more proud of my neat signature tbh. I don't complain much about my art either because honestly, most people won't notice the mistakes if I don't say what is wrong with my art, and it would become a toxic habit that'd send me into a bad mental state)

People have shown interest in my art before, I know there are people who would like to buy a print from me, but the thought of selling stress me out. Being the one who's in charge of making the merch, searching for a way of sending it to the person, setting prices, solving any problem that may come with- the whole thing that involves selling your stuff. I don't see myself managing any of that.

Making a Patreon comes with having something every month to post there for the people that are paying to see exclusive art that I won't be posting publicly until some time later. Ko-fi would be more suitable since it seems to be made for donations and you can set up a shop there, which is cool but I feel like I'd have it closed all the time. Idk. If I get artblock and I don't draw for a while I wouldn't feel good having any way of donation open.

If I end up selling my art it would be more to the fact that I know there will be people excited to have a print of my art in their hands rather than because of the money I'll make of it. But there is another problem that comes to it that I already talked about in the past: I don't want to sell one (1) sticker for 30 fucking EUR/USD. If you are in Europe there wouldn't be (much of) a problem, but to ship to America it would cost 30€ of fee.

I want to design stickers sometime, or pins. And if I end up making merch of my art I want to make money from it I guess, but idk...

I think I'd be better off working from something that doesn't require too much mental and/or physical strength from me so I can leave art as just a hobby. But that's another problem of its own.

[mothergold]

| My love, are you the devil? |

Pairing: Dottore x Oc!Cecilia

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, Selfship Coded, Manipulation, Dottore mocks Cecilia, Some selfship lore sprinkled in, Toxic Relationship, Hurt/Comfort (if you can even call this comfort), Mention of Medical Tests, Unknown Medical Problems(?), Implied Human Experimentation (if you squint), Power Imbalance, Angst, Abuse, 937 words yoink.

A/n: Hello, today I bring a new oc/selfship lore. Tomorrow? Who knows. I really hope this all makes sense because I put a lot of love and research into this fic. So, uhm yeah enjoy <3

The title of this fic are the lyrics to this song <3

Summary: When Cecilia turns to Dottore for comfort he has no other choice but to accept. After all, it would make for a good bargaining chip.

Tagging: @auphelia @suyacho

His gloved hand ran along her hair, smoothing it down in an effort to comfort her. It seemed to silence Cecilia’s already soft cries. She laid her head in his lap like a sad animal, one that wandered aimlessly waiting for any kind stranger who’d let it in. Thankfully, Dottore had no qualms about taking her into his arms and enjoying the quiet silence with her, even if she was still fragile. Perhaps, he preferred it that way, though. Her body shuddered against his on the couch and her hand clung to the bottom of his lab coat for solace. He was so warm in that moment for someone so unbelievably cold. She was pleasantly surprised by his very calm demeanor regardless of how temporary it might’ve been.

“There, There.” His tone was mocking, but Cecilia didn’t care.

She shifted her body so that she faced him, but still avoided looking at him. He continued petting her hair in a slow and careful manner. It felt nice, too nice. It wasn’t unlike Dottore to have some ulterior motives, but she didn’t want to think about that right now. Truthfully, she wasn’t the most behaved when she had come into his lab, either. Cecilia had stormed into there in a rage, tears burning at the corner of her eyes as she lashed out. Normally this behavior would not have flown with Dottore, resorting to probably an even worse punishment than usual, but I guess he was feeling rather forgiving at that moment. At least that’s what Cecilia said to convince herself that his comfort truly was just that.

Although she should know better than that by now. Especially considering how Dottore had taken her under his wing when many, if not all, had deemed her a lost cause. While others called her ‘worthless’ and other such names, Dottore simply saw Cecilia as another interesting subject. The lengths of her incapabilities baffled The Doctor even after all the years the two of them had spent together. No one was just this fragile, but that was something she proved him wrong on many times. She had no vision yet couldn’t even wield a delusion to save her life. If anything the one time she did use a delusion nearly killed her, if it weren’t for her quick thinking and even quicker instincts she would’ve been long dead by now.

Even with the many inconclusive tests, frustrating negative results, and the many sleepless nights spent researching for something that by all means shouldn’t exist; Dottore had found no reason that a body should be as frail as hers. Still, all his work had ultimately been for nothing, but that didn’t mean he would stop searching for the answer. Of course, while he did promise Cecilia he’d back off from his little obsession with her and her body, he never said for how long he’d do it. Nor was he going to comfort her without a little something in return, a give and take if you will. Although I guess it was alright for now. 

He’d pet her hair, say a nice thing or two, and maybe even wait a few days before he brought up his supposed deal, but he couldn’t help but smirk at the thought of what her expression might turn to as she suddenly realizes what he means by his words. Truthfully Cecilia’s relationship with him had never been one born out of sincerity and generosity. He always did love seeing the look on Cecilia’s face as she realized she was betrayed by him once again. Although, he enjoyed being the one to swoop in and save her from his own dark deeds, as well. Why could he not be both the villain and the hero in her story?  

Suddebnly he was torn from his daydream and his attention was returned back to Cecilia who had sniffled, looking up at him with doe eyes. He aww’d audibly, mocking her again as he scooped her up into his arms, pulling her close to his chest while he continued stroking her hair gently. She wrapped her arms around his waist and held onto him dearly. 

“Oh, my poor little lamb.” Dottore cooed. 

Cecilia hadn’t suspected that a single thing was amiss. You’d have thought being betrayed and used continuously by the same man would ‘ve made her learn her lesson eventually. Fortunately, for Dotttore that was the furthest from the truth, and as he rubbed the pad of his thumb against her wet cheek, he wondered just how she could be so naive. Although, on the other hand.. He didn’t mind at all. He wasn’t the least bit worried. He brushed away a stray piece of her hair. She really was the most fragile creature he’d ever laid eyes on, and he just couldn’t wait to unravel all her secrets.