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popculturebuffet · 3 months ago

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Next up for Disney TVA, who is your favorite character from the cartoons in the 90s half of the Disney One Saturday Morning era: Doug (Disney seasons), Jungle Cubs, Nightmare Ned, 101 Dalmatians the Series, Recess, Pepper Ann, Hercules the Animated Series, and Mickey Mouse Works?

Okay so weeding the field, I haven't seen Jungle Cubs, Nightmare Ned, or 101 Dalmations and haven't seen herc recently enough to actually judge it. Like LMM it's just vauge memories. Thankfully I looked ahead and while there will be gaps LATER the next era i've seen pretty much everything. Can't say I'l lhave the deepest opinons or a faviorite characters, but it won't be nearly as sparse as these last two and had I realized that I woudl've had you just cram both together. For now though Disney's Doug: Not sure as I haven't rewatched these lately, but since i'm not sure I named one in the disney section , Mr Dink with Skeeetr a close second: he's funny, goofy and while advice despensing neighbor wasn't exactly new ground, he helped spice it up by being human: he's goofy as hell, up to some down to earth domestic shenanigan. He's basically the american version of red green. (The red green show is great and if you haven't heard of it.. your welcome)

I remember liking this version. While there are a bunch of changes.. none feel bad. A lot of the additions work: Doug having a little sister opens new ground, the rank up to middle school makes sense as they finished elementary last series, and continuing miss dink as mayor and having Bebe's dad become school principal. It also helps one of my faviorite episodes and the only one from this run I clearly remember is here, where Patti finds out her dad is dating her teacher and dosen't take it well. Disney's Doug isn't a super sharp upgrade, it's still pretty standard slice of life but it dosen't SEEM like the downgrade it gets painted as.

Recess: Gus. I thought this would be hard but no, my relatable pov baby boy is still my faviorite. I like Gus in part because on paper he should stop working after a bit.. but unlike other pov everyman characters there for exposition, he has enough outside it, his insecurity, panicky nature, and genuine kindness, to help. I also like the portrayal of a military kid, who his moves around a lot nature was due to that and it makes his friendship with the kids and fight to be seen not just as "the new kid" that more pognaint. They give him just enough depth to make you fully understand why, despite usually being the voice of reason, he sticks around and yet don't have him be a total stick in the mud either. He's usually all for the heists, he's just one of the first to panic about it and even then Gretchen and Mikey just as often chime in.

As you can probably guess... I love recess. It's one of Disney's best shows period, made my top 10 list for Disney TVA"s 10th annviersary (Also a reminder to not forget clerks in these asks) for a reason and is only not at the top of the pile because the network had some of the best shows in recent memory in the late 2010's early 2020's and even with that this still stacks up with the best of them.

Recess captures how it felt to be a kid well, the larger than life worlds we created, how parts of the playground were carved up, how the teachers felt useless or actively malicoius, yet grounds it in reality: both miss finster and principal prickly are slowly revealed to be people. Like Hey Arnold around the same time, but in it's own way, it provides plenty of one offs for the various other clicks and kids, while giving our main sextet a ton of depth, focus and spotlight. The series has a swiss army knife quality to it, ala batman the animated series (A comparrison I never though tof but i've been binging a lot of serum lake on youtube lately. ) but it's one that fits: like BTAS, Recess can pivot between awwkard stories of growing up like mikey's voice changing, a chilling psychological drama like the box, or a simple exploration of language or how adults take shit too seriously like the whomps or trial episodes. The series goes all the hell over the map from heists to mediations on death to using a pokemon stand in to teach economics. I can't say enough about this show. A true masterpiece like almost nothing else and I only say that because it got the perfect spiritual succcesor in craig of the creek and disney woudln't greenlight the revivial because their stupid.

Pepper Ann: Don't have a faviorite as I didn't watch the show that much but what I saw I like and I should revisit it. I got jazzed when it got added to D+ then.. forgot. Which happens often.

Mickey Mouse Works; This is a weird ask as.. iv'e never seen mickey mouse works.. but i've seen the shorts on house of mouse? As such i'll save the discussion for house of mouse for the most part but the shorts are pretty good. There's a few awful ones, the quality coudl vary wildly, but when it hits it hits

#doug #recess #pepper ann #mickey mouse works #disney

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weaselbeaselpants · 1 year ago

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@castorochiaro *chefs kiss*

mood here^ no seriously.

Amongst the weeds of nasty antifandom-absolutism there were and still are a lot of good faith, by which I mean harsh and angry, but still reasonable criticism to be had. But all that would be so hard to digest amongst what is clearly vendetta-based hatred for a series that made a person so mad you have to bother why you continue to give it attention for your own mental health. It's why I'm down with making fun of Helluvaverse for fun/analysis sake but I'm just so goddamn exhausted by the antifandom's obsession with making drama or hating where there is none. Granted, SU I think has less behind the scenes irl drama than spindlehorse does, but it really is a good starting comparrison (for spindlehorse, but also any other kind of critical fandom).

As already mentioned earlier, the Steven Universe fandom had this toxic edge that was super appraising of EVERYTHING EVER and it just made you love the show but hate it's base. If you did so much as say "I wish this plot were handled better"/"I actually think that bit was problematic [explain why]" and not put out first that your were lgbtq and not an altright chud, you would PAY FOR IT. A lot of fans I saw were bullies to each other and treated the show's messaging like some kind of dogma rather than just good morals, and/or was the same as just being gay. Like, we joke but, "I can't be racist/homophobic/sexist, I like Steven Universe"-really hit like a vibe in some circles under some people who needed to get a grip. AND THEN, when the polarizing ending happened, there was this feeling of the 'I just liek the show' sticklerfans hanging around and either loving the ending completely or just wishing some shit was done better but still loving it overrall. I think I def fit into the latter camp. However, when it came to the fans who were gung-ho about the show "finally getting GOOD", as well as the ex fans who'd been disenchanted by the fandom being mean to them, when they saw the final seasons and didn't like it, they REALLY didn't like it.

All this to say; yeah people are allowed to really not like things, nothing is perfect and nothing is devoid of criticism of problematicss...but Steven Universe was really hit with a downpour people who just really disliked the show being led down reeeeeeally bad faith for the sake of bad faith-communities, all telling them their anger was actual activism and that they were the "good ones" in their demographic for "seeing past Steven Universe's lies". It was toxic. Just toxic. Lily Orchard and that one altlightedgy cartoonguy ran that train into the fucking center of the earth.

There are certainly safe ways to commit urself to things you don't 'like' but enjoy watching in the name of critical fandom; there's ironic fandom, being a fan but having a really darkdryblunt sense of humor, considering yourself an exfan but having some joy for the parts you did like (that's me and My Little Pony)....and then there's the layers of antifandom that help no one. They don't really help people who've been hurt by fandom spaces and showrunners, and they really don't breed anything vitriol into media analysis.

If you're going to get angry at something, it should be because there's a problem beyond your immediate fandombrain wants and notwants and has to do with something that effects you (and others) as a person.

people discovering steven universe in 2023 are always like "this show is really good why the hell were yall so weird about it"

#steven universe #yas #wow gud post

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risenwraith · 10 months ago

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#196 The girl who ate carrots sticks.

I have from the start made it clear I'm going to stab cancer in the face but also not make a fuss whilst doing so. I will behave as if chemo is a garden party that I chose to attend whilst eating cake and carrot sticks, short hair is a fashion choice and having no eyebrows is punk.

I will smile and quip about how it could be worse and reassure everyone I'm fine - no, no, I'm okay, I don't need help, I can carry that, let me help you...

And I am fine. The surgery was elegant and if the healing took a little longer than usual, at least nothing hurt. I rocked chemo and didn't miss a session. I have managed not to get ulcers via radiation despite not using antibiotics. (Don't @ me, I can't currently afford them and have made do with soap and antiseptic cream.) I have in short, bollock-kicked an entite year of being surgically stabbed, poisoned and burnt.

And I know I've had it easy in comparrison to so many others - I know I have. And I've tried to make it look even easier so no one who cares has to worry. But just once in a while I want to throw a fit and cry. Just because I'm not dying doesn't make it fine. Just because I'm not puking up agony doesnt make it easy. A year of playing full on medical chicken with cancer is really rather a lot, even on a good day.

I schedual any crying or bitching I need in the shower; that way no one notices over the running water. I don't want to be called brave because I'm not. I just want... fuck, I don't know. A gold star for effort? Something. Dear gods I hate my brain - my neurons are really a bit pathetic sometimes.

Ergh. Let's just chalk this up to me having an extra self-pitying and pathetic day, shall we, and say no more about it?

#breast cancer #unhappy neurons #cancer

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mardereads19 · 4 years ago

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A Comparrison between Az’s Chapter and Cassian’s Chapters in Acofas

Today I found myself inspired by @thereaderspeaks ‘s post and what I had to add about it, to write this long-ass post comparing Az’s chapter in Acosf to Cassian’s three chapters in Acofas.

@rhyssescups does an amazing job in this post (and @psychee92 in this one) of comparing Az’s chapter to Cassian’s POV in Wings and Embers. I’ll also attach @psychee92 ‘s comparison of both batboys’ attitudes after their respective solstices. But I’m going to concentrate on Az’s POV and Acofas rather than Wings and Embers.

There are a LOT of things in common, so when you add the posts linked above to this one, you’ll see how Azriel’s emotions and his interaction with Gwyn mirror those of Cassian. Everyday I find more peace of mind regarding Elriel.

Before I begin, I want to clarify that Emerie is not in Wings and Embers, but on Cassian’s perspective in Acofas. I had seen many people on Tumblr and on Twitter saying (by mistake) that she’s in W&E, so I wanted to point that out. It is Mor who is mentioned in W&E. How Cassian does not want to tell her about Nesta, etc. For more on that, check out the links I attached above.

There are many elements that Cassian and Azriel share in their chapters and I decided to divide them into categories. I’ll support them with quotes so that we have the receipts. With that said…

Let’s get started!

1. Distance

In both instances there was something that separated the couples and caused distance.

In Cassian’s case it was post-war-Nesta and even Cassian himself (it was pride that kept him ignoring her all through the party until he couldn’t take it anymore and ran after her, simple as that):

In Azriel’s case it was his understanding of what he feels for Elain and the fact that she has a mate. But also, let’s add Rhys’s order as a new element that will cause distance.

2. Emotions

Cassian did not allow himself to think about Nesta because of the feelings that stirred up in him.

Anger, passion, confusion.

And Azriel…

Well, well, well... What do we have here?

Anger, passion, confusion.

He was ready to spar it out of his system, too, like Cassian.

3. Something the batboys associate with their mate Archeron sister

I noticed that in both cases, Cass and Az had given their girls something that they associated with them, be it material or other.

For example, Cassian’s was names for Nesta’s poses.

He saw Nesta stand in any particular way and if it was something she repeated he gave that pose a name. It is something he associates with her.

In Azriel’s case, we know he gives Elain a rose necklace.

Roses signify Elain because of what she does: gardening; But also, it could simply represent them. Their way of spending time together (here’s a post of different refences of Elriel in the garden by @silver-flames) and their relationship that has been slowly blooming in secret, like how that charm shines with colors when it’s in the light, but looks ordinary in the dark.

4. The batboys hurting the sisters

In both POVs the Illyrians hurt the Archerons.

Cassian does it out of anger. Because Nesta kept rejecting him. Instead of holding his tongue, like any mature person should, he tells her something that destroys her (we know by her reaction).

See how her eyes go empty?

Well, in his chapter, Azriel hurts Elain, too, though it pains him as much as it pains her because he did not do it intentionally.

5. The sisters rejecting/returning the gifts

Nesta rejects Cassian’s gift, though I wouldn’t have taken it either after what he told her. This quote comes from before his insult, but my point is that she left without taking the gift.

Also, notice how Cassian hadn’t wanted to give Nesta her present in front of the others, something that Azriel does, too, though for different reasons. Cassian had feared rejection and had been waiting for her to approach him.

Azriel had not given Elain her present because Lucien, her mate, was there.

And of course, Elain returns her gift after Azriel left her standing in the hall with the words “this was a mistake.” I wouldn’t have stayed with that necklace either, not when it reminded me of that moment.

6. Regifting/Comparing

Something particular that happens in both characters’ PoV is the regifting of the objects the batboys used to relate to their girls. I do not think they are necessarily wrong, just that it happens.

Cassian uses the name of one of Nesta’s poses to describe Emerie.

He also compares her way of speaking and the look in her eyes to that of Nesta.

Azriel regifts the necklace that represents Elain to Gwyn (though he doesn’t give it to her personally, just hands it to Clotho for her to do it), and describes her with the same quote he used on the necklace (Elriel).

I have my own theory on why the thought of her smile makes him smile. Soon I will explain.

7. Getting rid of the gifts (decisions made in haste)

Cassian being all impulsive and throwing the very expensive and extremely unique gift to the Sidra:

Gotta love our hotheaded overgrown bat. (My baby!! <3)

Then, we have Az making the dumb decision of regifting the present because somehow he couldn’t get rid of it (symbolism but not the post for it).

He was in a bad place when he made the decision, and even Clotho points out that his eyes are sad.

The quote in purple is important to note. The theory about Clotho not giving Gwyn the necklace? That line is good for it. The fact that he told Clotho to give the necklace to anyone as long as he didn’t have it and the sadness she gleaned in his eyes is enough for her to know there is more to it than what he tells her.

I also want to point out that we know for a fact that Cassian regretted getting rid of the present and that he knows he had been foolish that night. So, considering how parallel to each other these chapters are, I’m sure that Azriel will, too.

8. Distraction/Consolation (Aftermath)

I think it is important to highlight how Cassian got to the Townhouse late and was followed by a worried Mor, who most likely consoled him after his disastrous evening with Nesta...

...and compare it to how Azriel had needed to release unspent energy and was successfully distracted from his bad juju by the short lesson he gave to Gwyn:

He straight up says he’s thankful for the distraction. That was what the whole convo had been for him -in a good sense.

It also aligns super well with @silverlinedeyes ‘s theory of Gwyn being a lightsinger in how they appear to people when they are lost. Gwyn was there when Azriel needed someone (even just to distract him), be it coincidence or not, and that cannot be ignored.

If Gwyn does take on a role in Acotar 5, I think it will have a lot to do with being his friend and confidant (and trainee), someone who will help him figure out what to do about his situation, just like how she unknowingly helped him on solstice.

9. Empathy towards the Valkyries

Another parallel that I found in the chapter is how Cassian felt empathy for Emerie’s situation upon looking at her...

...and how Azriel’s interaction with Gwyn brought about the same reaction:

This is what I was talking about earlier. Notice how he sees her pain and grief and prefers when she’s happy to when she’s sad? Who wouldn’t want that? That is the same mentality I apply to his smile at the thought of her smiling. That he is glad that something would make her happy after what she has been through. Especially after remembering her past (within the last three pages).

10. Emerie and Gwyn’s attitudes

This was super curious for me! Look at how both girls say goodbye to the batboys:

Emerie being a whole independent female, and Gwyn…

All business.

Literally got the same energy from them.

Gwyn finished the convo and continued her practice like the badass warrior that she is. There was no demure glance or cloy blush anywhere. The interaction was not romantic, purely platonic. Just like Emerie’s with Cassian.

11. This interesting parallel:

These two moments that are almost identical:

Cassian tells Emerie to give the Illyrians the clothes he just bought and to tell them it was the High Lord’s gift. He does it because he knows the Illyrians would not accept them if they knew they came from Cassian.

Azriel:

Another one (DJ khaled voice).

“Just tell her it was a gift from Rhys.”

Why does he do that? Because it wasn’t romantic and if Gwyn had known she’d have brought it up in conversation. He just wanted to be rid of it, so he gave it to her, perhaps as a way of thanking her for the distraction yesterday, but nothing more.

“If there’s another priestess here who might appreciate it, give it to them.” He didn’t care who’d have it as long as it wasn’t him.

Conclusion:

(Wings and Embers + Acofas) Cassian = Acosf bonus chapter Azriel

That’s the real formula bestie SJM used and the receipts are here.

Azriel mirrors Cassian in emotions, actions and interactions.

Remember how Nesta Antis began shipping Cass with Emerie after their interaction in Acofas simply because they hated Nesta? Their scene had zero romantic energy, but Nesta Antis still did it.

Well, history repeats itself with Elain.

Regarding Gwyn: So far, I see no build-up to something more than a friendship. Like we explored, Az’s scene with her was similar to Cassian’s with Emerie. The differences lie in that Gwyn is more energetic than Emerie and that Az’s shadows reacted to her power (she has powers, read about it in the lighsinger theory).

There is literally nothing more I can add.

Peace out.

#elriel discussion #elriel endgame #elriel #elain #azriel #elain x azriel #acotar #acotar 5 #acosf #acosf spoilers #azriel bonus chapter #wings and embers #acofas #sarah j maas

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dextixer · 4 months ago

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Jaune Arc being over-represented in the story is only a myth that needs correction if a person intentionally refuses to engage with the actual argument that many critics of the show have made.

Jaune Arc does not have more screenTIME than other characters. He is not overwhelming in what time he gets. The problem with Jaune Arc to many people is that he is more present in the story than he should be in their opinion and that he receives scenes that other characters should, but do not.

The perfect example of this is of course the death of Pyrrha. In her screentime most of the time she interacts with Jaune and when she dies, her death and its effects are centered on Jaune, by comparrison, Ruby, the PROTAGONIST of the show does not even have interactions with Pyrrha at all and has like two scenes where she is sad about Pyrrha.

In Volume 4 Jaune is made more into a protagonist than Ruby.

In Volume 5, he is the center of attention of Cinder. Cinder, the character that was set-up to be against Ruby in V4, now focuses on Jaune only. Not only that but Weiss is fridged for Jaune to unlock his semblance. You can dismiss that event all you wish, it doesnt change that it happened and is a problem.

Only in V6 does Ruby start taking back her role as a protagonist but even then, Jaune has constant involvement in places where other characters should be. Volume 9 is a capstone of this problem as Jaune had no REASON to be included in the Volume that should have been focused on team RWBY.

And yet, Jaune and Ruby are the main focuses of Volume 9 and characters like Weiss received a SINGLE scene being sad about her entire home city being destroyed.

Legit fans have noticed these things and your dismissal of them just because they dont share your opinion is shitty. They are not less fans just because they think there should be less of Jaune and more of RWBY in the show.

Dont talk about lies when you cant even honestly engage with the arguments presented and your entire post is not only full of condescension and arrogance but also refuses to even engage with the opponents point.

And also.

KEEP THE SUMMER OF RWBY TAGS OUT OF YOUR BULLSHIT!

I am getting seriously FUCKING annoyed with you RWBY Tumblr fans. Summer of RWBY event is supposed to promote unity, to promote fan-works and the fandom in general. As such those of us critical of the show are not criticizing the show with the Summer of RWBY tags, we promote and enjoy the works.

And yet day in and day fucking out i have to see fucking dumbasses like you use the Summer of RWBY tags AND accounts just to promote your personal crusades against critics.

You dont like critics? Good for you.

KEEP THE SUMMER OF RWBY TAGS OUT OF IT!

I dont know why the FUCK you people cant help yourselves.

What we can learn from “The Jaune Arc Discourse” (TM).

Well, to start with, people are really resistant to being corrected on lies at worst or overstatements at best.

Like if nothing else, the Does RWBY Like Women poll was illuminating in how it showed me that a veeeeeery weird myth about Jaune Arc has persisted beyond its true relevancy.

Volume 1 of RWBY features Jaune Arc in the spotlight for… what? Four episodes? The minutes of each adding up to roughly twenty minutes, the length of an average TV episode?

While he was featured in the previous storyline where we are given an eight episode arc introducing us to our eight main protagonists, he was a lot more… ancillary as comic relief. A discount Lavernius Tucker with Felix’s voice if you will.

He's Vomit Boy in episode one. Episode two has him introduced more formally as somebody who helps up Ruby after a bad first impression on Weiss. He later appears more prominently pining over Weiss and catching Pyrrha's attention before falling to bracing himself in being catapulted into the Emerald Forest.

He's bailed out by Pyrrha and it's set up that he's in over his head by not knowing what Aura is or at least wanting to know how it works. An exposition sponge as I heard on fan call it. I could go on but the point is that all signs pointed to a Butt Monkey Ron Stoppable sort who was likely there for cheap laughs.

Amusing enough but I worried if that's all he'd be personally. Lord knows that some movies give the Comic Relief character too much comic relief and, well, not enough character. But after Ruby and Weiss have their leader/lance headbutting, the four episodes that followed reassured me that there'd be more to Jaune than meets the eyes.

But to circle back to the main thesis, it's actually fascinating that the myth of Jaune hijacking the narrative for himself is this pervasive when the offending story in question... is very much a self-contained character piece. It's way less about the wider story involving Ozpin, Roman Torchwick (at the time) and the White Fang.

It has relevance in how Pyrrha starts mentoring Jaune after he deals with Cardin and gets over himself (for now) which trickles down into future stories. Even then, the next story arc right back with Team RWBY with nary a sign of the everyman in question. A story arc that does deal with elements of the main plot, leading directly into Volume 2.

And in Volume 2, Jaune trying to woo Weiss and being ignorant to Pyyrha's advancements was just a subplot scattered in the first half of the story. It very much piggybacks off of Team RWBY's whole deal.

Volume 3 has what I consider to be a reversal of what's been known as Trinity Syndrome.

Namely the sort where a male character goes off the square off with the main villain mano-e-mano after shoving the female character/his love interest away so she won't get hurt. An egrigious example being when the love interest CAN FIGHT and back him up.

However, Pyyrha instead shoves Jaune out of the way after kissing him and goes off to face Cinder in a very fatal battle. It was honestly a brilliant (as much as the term may be disliked these days) subversion of the cliche.

And it’s Ruby who sees her death and gets the trauma induced power up. Jaune only has a scene of angst before that and was the one to call Ruby to have her try and back up the one he just realized he loved.

Jaune from that point on is an Everyman Protagonist who is forced to remember that he’s not THE protagonist. Yet the myth persistently proclaims that he hijacks the narrative from the titular Team RWBY despite only four episodes being wholly dedicated to him and his head space.

How did we get here?

Well… there’s the fact that not everyone finished Volume 1 and that not everybody, well, watched RWBY. And that would be fine on its own. You gave it a shot and it wasn’t your cuppa joe. You saw the trailer but clicked on something else.

I get it. That’s fine. Contrary to popular belief, nobody in the FNDM will really fault you for it. Less fine is when you spread faulty readings of RWBY and from those heavily biased against it no less.

It cannot be emphasized enough that tearing into RWBY is a cottage industry on YouTube. Hbomberguy might have the biggest platform but you’ll find multiple channels with lengthy series on “RWBY bad, here why.” And they are actually amongst the FNDM. They know how the YT Algorithm game is played, how it rewards engagement above all else. And sadly, negativity and rage pay more bills.

It’s why there are few positive videos or at least few that are pushed into the recommendations. Many often borrow the same points from each other born from the V1 days, namely that Jaune is allegedly given favoritism by the writers while we somehow “don’t know who the main girls are.”

From four episodes.

I also think it’s also to do with how it’s not that he actually did steal screentime… so much as many anticipated he would. A lot of shows and movies I grew up with would have strong female characters but any potential they had was hindered by the male lead and his hero’s journey. See the above Trinity Syndrome I referenced.

But Jaune didn’t do that. Even when he was central to an event like his semblance being awakened, it’s a healing/power boost that he gives to others. Weiss getting skewered might’ve brought it out but it lead to her getting back into the fray while he was largely to the sides.

Seems more like he shares screentime if anything.

People cling to these myths despite legit fans actually pointing out, “Hey, that’s not true actually and here’s why,” because that hate being told they are wrong more than being wrong. And because there are many around these who reinforce this “truth,” they feel content with it. No need to challenge it when it “feels” right.

So Jaune Arc stole screentime. Because that’s what “everyone else” is saying. By you need to question popular opinions. You need to realize that sometimes… a fan community is based on lies.

”Trust me, bro” is not the gotcha you think it is.

#RWBY #rwde #anti rwde

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anothertimdrakestan · 4 years ago

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Lovebirds Damian Wayne x Reader

Words: 2.8k

Requested? Yes! From a few lovely anons!

“So far i am loving your blog and went through like all of your writing🥰💖💖💖💗💞! I was wondering if you could do 'star sapphire corp reader' x damien please? Like them getting together” and “Could you please do sapphire lantern reader with your choice of the batboys meeting on a mission?”

LINK TO PROMPTS -> REQUESTS ARE STILL OPEN!

I absolutely love the sapphire corps! Thank you for these adorable requests! Dami plus a lover actually in tune with their emotions- hell they’re powered off the emotions- is too funny and so adorable! Also we are going to pretend that Raven and Damian aren’t a thing even though I’m using the DCAU teen titans alrighty? Plus it gives me a chance to ship BBRAE YEAHHHH! Hope you enjoy!

I’m so sorry it’s long it’s my first fic back I was so excited haha

“Deep breaths and English you got this” you stared at yourself in the mirror of your makeshift room in titan’s tower. Being the youngest member of the star sapphire corps you were the one tasked with the trip to earth, it made sense, no one wanted to work with teenage earthly heroes but you. Finally, a chance to meet a being similar in age to you! No more old hymns about the power earthly love, you were about to experience it first hand.

Your mentor had called in a favor and you had been escorted to earth by none other than the physical embodiment of flirtatiousness, Hal Jordan. The trip itself was tiring so upon a midnight arrival you retired to your room without meeting anyone. Now, you could hear a bustling of voices, there was so much emotion radiating it seemed slightly overwhelming, so you opted to wait for Hal to come pull you from your room.

At the familiar knock you shook away your nerves and flexed your hands into fists, feelings your ring almost pushing you to go outside. “Howdy miss l/n! Ready to meet your new team?” You were greeted with the cheesy grin that had apparently wooed your mentor, but always prodded you. “Good morning Hal, temporary team remember?” you replied, letting your aura be picked up by your purple light. Hal coughed awkwardly, “we walk on earth newbie, not many float here” embarrassed, you touched back down, clearing your throat as you exited your quarters.

As you made your way down the hallway shouting grew, but upon you entering the room went quiet. With a small smile wave you scanned the room, noticing a green boy who was burning a strange looking food, two other boys who had froze to look at you but stood at a large table that made a strange sound, and lastly a raven haired boy who was sharpening a- sword? At ten in the morning? On the couch. The green boy came up to you first, “hello! You must be y/n! I’m Gar, there’s Jaime, Vic, Robin, and Raven isn’t here but she’s also part of the team! Nice to meet’cha!” Trying to keep up with the names Gar started shouting “SHE’S HERE Y’ALL” apparently to summon a woman who looked like the leader, as she was much older. Following her was a younger girl in a purple cloak, you quite liked her look and vibes, though she felt quite closed off.

After learning more about everyone at a team breakfast with strangely prepared food you were with the team getting suited up as your mission to travel to Celea, a planet whose environment was toxic to any being over 18, making it a “teen titan’s mission” as they called themselves. As some of the titan’s changed into their suits and prepped themselves for combat you bonded with Raven and Blue Beetle as you had all loaded onto the ship fairly easily. “So why do you have a powerless human on your team? Do you not worry for his safety?” you wondered as you watched Robin methodically pack all his gear. “Trust me, Robin could take all of us out if he wanted to, he’s earned his spot on the team from pure skill and being a little bit of a monster- OOMPH” Jaime was cut off by Raven nudging him. You couldn’t help wanting to hear Robin’s story, as you were like him too- powerless but highly trained and craving to do more. Luckily you had a couple hours of flight to get to know the mysterious boy.

The ship was large, built for a league of heroes apparently. This meant the team had spread out but you had stayed in the piloting area to assure yourself the team was on the right trajectory, apparently Robin was as well. “You actually know where we’re going?” his voice shook you from your calculations. “Yes, I’ve visited Celea before, but never to fight it’s people” you mused, wondering how in just a few years since your visiting a toxic group of manipulative outlaws had attempted to stake their claim to the beautiful Celea. “TT, not much of a fighter?” Robin mused snarkily, his flitted down to the ring on your finger. “Y’know your team here thinks you’re pretty strong, but I’d wager you’d be easy work for me” you teased back, twisting your ring around your finger as Robin came closer to you.

(TW FOR BLOOD)

Sitting next to you he began, “my abilities come from my skill, my wit, and my determination. I don’t believe you can say the same princess” you scoffed, “you underestimate me Robin, this ring is nothing without me, not the other way around. Powered from my emotional control and my creativity, my skill takes focus and agility not just glorified muscle memory” you winked at him, enjoying the banter. He scoffed in return. “Yes and what can you do with that ring that I cannot defeat with my blades” he mused. This invitation was perfect. You got up jubilantly, started your lecture. “Clearly you lack certain knowledge Robin, hand me one of your so called blades” you stuck your hand out as Robin rolled his eyes handing you a bat-shaped blade. Without a second thought you cut into the side of your arm, wincing at the pain. “Y/N! What are you doin-” you cut Robin off, beginning to channel your power. “You see, true power is the ability to heal any cut your blades could make, to take was has happened and turn it into a place of love, not malice or hate” as you said this, the familiar purple tone washed over your arm, easily mending the break in your skin. You noticed it felt faster than usual, but wiped it off as adrenaline.

(TW OVER)

At the display of your powers Robin was in awe. “That’s not all I can do” you laughed, creating a small purple hand that pushed Robin’s open jaw closed. He stumbled back angrily, mumbling about accepting your abilities merit. “You impressed now Robin?” you grinned, sticking out your hand to him. He closed the distance, returning your handshake. “Damian.” he said softly. You swallowed, Damian. It was becoming. Your ring began to warmly glow, Damian snapped his hand away wearily as you cooled your emotions. “Oh uh! Sorry, energy burst” you said, it was a half truth at least. Damian nodded, moving to go clean the batarang.

The rest of the trip was short, upon entering Celea you’d divided, Damian was with you as the both of you entered publicly while Beast Boy and Raven entered covertly, planning to cover you if the diplomatic endeavors went south. Blue Beetle and Cyborg, unfortunately, weren’t allowed in Celea as their tech was apparently very old and triggered the planet’s defense system, so they stayed up in the ship was manning comms, prepared for an air fight.

Upon entering you were taken straight to the capital, a sapphire corps was a rarity on Celea and they were all excited for your help. You and Damian met the governing leaders, explaining that you were here to help end the tyranny on the dark side of the planet. As you had hoped, they agreed, you could feel their love for their planet was strong, but that was about all the love on the planet as everyone was so young. It felt slightly difficult to keep a reign on your emotions on Celea, the planet itself was a safe haven for children, almost like a giant orphanage ran by beings that reincarnated frequently as to stay alive on the planet, the concept of pure love was foreign to many of the children and unharnessable. It all felt quite isolating in comparison to earth, a planet driven by intense emotions.

“You look tired already” Damian mused. “I’m fine, just not a huge fan of a child-only planet” you responded as you made your way towards the large base, preparing yourself for a fight. Before Damian could respond you were joined by Raven and Gar. Their presence eased some of the pressure. “You guys love each other, it’s refreshing” you said, both of them froze, staring at you. “Oh uh, we haven’t really talked about that yet” Raven whispered, staring at Gar who was grinning like a child in a candy shop. “I love you too Rae!” he cheered. “Not how I imagined I’d say it but, yes, I do love you idiot” she huffed. Your cheeks flushed, “oh uh, my bad sorry, it just, seemed so obvious” you giggled, secretly glad you’d brought the two together.

“Just a couple’a couples!” Beast boy teased, you felt your cheeks redden, glancing to Damian who was now suddenly interested in looking anywhere but at you. You felt your ring begin to glow again, covering it with your other hand. “Oh wow! Look at that! We’re here! Battle time!” you cleared your throat, setting the group focus on infiltrating the rogue base.

The base itself was relatively small, it hadn’t been flushed out yet but the four of you were here to clear it before they had the chance. Trying to establish a child trafficking ring on a planet of only children was disgusting, and needed stopping before it got the chance. You were especially passionate about this endeavor, the reason for you channeling the power of love was when you lost your sister, that loss of love taught you it’s importance even at a young age, and after training harder than anyone you knew you earned the ring, promising to defend love the way no one defended yours. You would protect these children at any cost.

There was no need for stealth as you had the permission of the Celean government, it was more of an ambush. As Gar shifted into a large tiger, Raven donned her hood, and Damian stripped himself of the Celean garb, you noticed his Robin suit, littered in weapons and ties, he looked like a hero. There was that damn glow again. Channeling it into your focus you felt the warm aura surround you as you lifted off the ground, ready for a fight.

“Y/n should say it!” BB roared, Raven nodded in agreement. “Say what?” you looked at Damian. “We have this tradition where the leader says ‘Titan’s Go’ then we fight, and I guess you’re our leader today” he said, you noticed the light tint hiding beneath his mask. “Okay!” you said, positioning yourself, flexing your hand to feel your ring one last time before shouting.

“TITANS GO!”

And you were off, soaring through the air while BB and Robin took the ground. You noticed a few scared looking kids were being held in pens, and you decided to free them first. As Raven covered you easily, you floated down to the kids, accidentally bonking heads with Robin who stared at you. “I’m so sorry! It’s just we always have to-” “Get the kids out first” he finished your sentence, a small smile dancing at the corner of his mouth. For just a fraction of a second, your eyes flitted down to his lips, feeling his gaze of you the moment felt like slow motion before you both snapped out. “Let’s go! This way!” you used your ring to break the gates as Robin herded the kids out to freedom.

Glancing up you saw a couple rogues grabbing kids as they tried to run away, your heart stopped when you saw one pull out a laser blaster. “Enough!” you screamed, violet rays exploding from your hands as you easily knocked them out of your way. Leaving your post you flew up and began eradicating anyone who tried to harm a child. “No one hurts my sister!” you screeched, your powers growing stronger by the second as you began dividing your powers between knocking out bad guys and literally carrying children to safety. As the last of the kids were safe you escorted Beast Boy out while you and Raven combined your powers to crunch up the base, making it unfixable and uninhabitable forever.

Feeling the adrenaline subside you glanced down to see a herd of children cheering, but your focus drew to Damian who was propped up against a barrel, nursing a laser bullet wound. Rushing to his side you quickly pulled open his suit, a trail of blood trickled into your hands. “Damn kevlar doesn’t stop their bullets apparently” he coughed. “Oh my god Damian don’t go” Gar shifted next to you. “He’s not going anywhere” you said, focussing your energy, feeling the pain and imagining turning the warmth of blood into mending, the pools of blood are just pockets of blissful love.

This wasn’t a good time to tell the team you’d never healed a wound this large before. Positive self talk right? Or negative.

I’m alone on a planet of useless children, surrounded by a glorified furry, goth, and stocked vigilante. No one is here to help you y/n you’ve gotta do this. You felt the wounds begin to mend, after all that focus you’d barely started. Damian you idiot! If you die right now how will I know why my damn ring is gleaming everytime I see your cute face. Fuck. I didn’t mean cute. Yeah I did. Okay, save the cute face. Maybe kiss the cute face if you save it? Yeah. That’s a good deal y/n let’s do that. Your head was rushing through a million thoughts, anything to motivate you to do the impossible. Halfway there, you could feel it. “Holy cow, look! The wound is closing!” Gar pointed at Damian’s chest. “Y-yeah. No help from you green bean” you mumbled. “Oh I know what’ll help!” Gar squeaked, running off. You turned to Damian who was just staring at you bewildered. “Don’t look at me like that when I’m literally repairing your organs bird boy” you whispered through clenched teeth.

Then a surge of power came over you, it felt raw and unchanneled, you glanced up to see Gar mid-kiss with Raven, giving you a thumbs up. The love was short lived, but enough to keep your engine revving. Alright girl you got this, heal, then kiss, maybe. Definitely heal first. He has to live. C’mon. “JUST LIVE DAMMIT” you shouted the last bit, feeling the last of your power drain while the wound completely closed. “Holy shit I’m a badass” you whispered, before feeling intensely light headed.

You woke up in the ship med bay, jolting up. “HE LIVED HE LIVED” you burst up, throwing a fist in the air. The other corps members would be so proud! Your first battle with death you’d won! “You’re right I did live, thanks to you” a familiar voice brought you back down to earth. Next to your bed was Damian, now in casual clothes with a little bandaging on his other wounds. “Oh! uh yeah, you’re totally welcome” you grinned. Awkwardly Damian scooted closer to you. “I think I owe you a certain gratitude” he said, emotions dripping in his voice you hadn’t heard before.

This time his eyes snapped down to your lips, as he leaned in you felt like you were dreaming. When your lips connected you couldn’t help but smile into the kiss, feeling lightheaded with pure joy. The kiss itself was soft, blissful and lovely. Damian’s lips felt soft against yours, like they fit with yours like a puzzle piece. Pulling away you stared at him shocked. “I could hear your thoughts when you were healing me, had to live up to your expectations” he winked while you covered your face with embarrassment. “Oh my gosh that’s so embarrassing yikes” you mumbled into your hands. You felt Damian’s hand slide under yours, caressing your cheek, drawing your eyes to his. “I thought it was pretty endearing personally, I suppose it’s because I was being saved by the most gorgeous, fascinating girl I know” he mused, before bringing you in for another kiss, this time more passionate, as if to show his feelings through a kiss instead of words.

You spent the rest of your earthly get-away with the Titans, finding a sort of family with them. When you were called back to your people you promised to return in a few weeks, hoping to move your station to earth. They could always use another lantern right?

When you returned to your mentor, C.Ferris you told her of your earthly adventures. She laughed, “a Star Sapphire’s greatest strength and weakness all wrapped into a snarky earth boy body” and you couldn’t help but agree. And with that, you were sent back to earth, this time returning as Dove, because every Robin needs a lovebird to help them along the way.

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selfindulgent-undertalerps · 4 years ago

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Freshcomic part 2

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Comic woke up wrapped in a blanket, they looked to the side to see if Fresh is awake.

Fresh is passed out next to them, mouth wide open and snoring softly. His glasses are a touch askew and his hat's come off.

Comic smiled softly, they took of Fresh' glasses and hugged him.

Fresh let out a huff in his sleep when Comic hugged him and his arms wrapped around them, his face nuzzled into the crook of their neck. He lets out a content sigh and starts purring.

Comic is smiling, a quiet purr is coming from them.

A few minutes later Fresh groans squeezing Comic for a second and slowly blinks his eyes open. He's startled a bit by the lack of glasses, but relaxes when he sees it's just Comic. He looks at them blearily and smiles. "G'morning brah."

"good morning, how did you sleep?"

Fresh rubs at his right socket "Mmm just awesome." He yawns "You?"

"great" they snuggled a bit more to Fresh.

Fresh strokes Comic's head softly.

"Yo what if we like... stayed here forever. I could be chill with that." Fresh smiles at Comic, blushing at how cute they look snuggling into him.

"we could" Comic is smiling.

Fresh closes his eyes and nuzzles Comic, giving them a light squeeze. "Could we tho?" Fresh chuckles.

"we can" They are looking at his face.

Fresh opens his eyes meeting Comic's gaze. His expression is soft and sweet.

"but I'm hungry . . .so we have to get up" Comic doesn't really like it.

Fresh squeezes Comic tightly "Noooooooooooooo! The need for sustenance has totally forsaken me. Babe why? So un rad." Fresh laughs.

Comic chuckles "sorry"

Fresh sighs dramatically and lets go of Comic "It's aiight. I forgive you."

"hehe" They are still hugging Fresh.

Fresh smiles happily and pats Comic on the head head fondly. "Lets like, go get you some breaky then. Whatcha want?"

"hm . . ." Comic is thinking "maybe . . . pancakes or cereal?"

Fresh grins "Both radical ideas, why not both? Cerealcakes"

Comic laughs "sure"

"Aww heck yeah! Lets go." Fresh suddenly wraps his arms around Comic tight and barrel rolls the two of them off, landing so he cushioned Comic from the small drop.

Comic is giggling, their cheekbones are covered with a blush.

Fresh giggles too, his own blush present on his face. He raises his head and plants a chaste kiss on Comic and whispers "Now, what did you do with my glasses brah?"

Comic handed him the glasses, "i just took them off, you looked uncomfortable . . ."

Fresh chuckles "Maybe, thanks either way." Fresh plops the glasses back on his face the signature YOLO blinking on. "Now let's go make some heckin radical pancakes."

Comic got up and slipped on a sweater so they won't be cold, They looked at Fresh, a smile on their face.

Fresh sprung up and took Comic by the hand leading them to the kitchen.

Comic looked around for their glasses.

Fresh noticed Comic lookin around. "Whatchu lookin for babe?"

"my glasses, those regular ones"

"Ah!" Fresh lets go of Comic's hand and plucks them off a table, turning around and presenting it to them. "Here ya go."

"thanks" They took their glasses and put them on "better" Comic looks cute in glasses.

Fresh stares at Comic and blushes, his glasses displaying heart eyes. "totally..." He snaps out of his trance, blushing harder and takes Comic's hand with a grin, continuing on to the kitchen.

Comic giggles.

Fresh gets to the kitchen and goes straight for the pantry to pull out the pancake mix and cereal .

In the meantime Comic took out the pan.

Fresh turns around and holds out two boxes to Comic, his glasses displaying ????

"Hey babe, should we do like, trix? Or fruit loops? Both are pretty radical and I can't decide."

Comic gave a quick answer "froot loops"

"Fruit loops it is!" Fresh grabs the items and dumps them on the counter and does the same for the ingredients in the fridge.

Fresh lets Comic handle mixing the ingredients and decides to be useful by getting the pan ready and heating it up.

He turns the heat on all the way to high and puts an entire stick of butter in, watching it melt into a soup and bubble and brown. this looks right.

Comic soon started cooking.

Fresh watches Comic over their shoulder in excited anticipation.

After a while the pancakes were ready.

Fresh grins at Comic "These look totally amazing. You're like, so talented!" Fresh breathes in deeply "They smell so good too."

"yeah" They looked up at Fresh, they are so Tiny in comparrison.

Fresh blushes. cute.

Comic placed the pancakes on two plates. In the meantime Fresh fishes through the fridge and pulls out whipped cream, he absolutely buries his pancakes in it.

He hands the bottle to Comic.

Comic chuckled "i don't want any"

"Ok more for me then." Fresh grins and sprays whipped ceam directly into his mouth and puts it back in the fridge.

Comic took their plate and went to the table, Fresh followed and sat down immediately digging into his with a groan of delight.

Comic began eating too, a slight smile on their face.

"Thisf waff a goo ieaaa" Fresh says with his mouth full.

Comic chuckled again "yeah"

Fresh snarfs his pancakes down enthusiastically and lets out a satisfied sigh. "Oh man, dude, that was so good."

They soon finished eating too "really?"

Fresh wiped some whipped cream from his face and grins at Comic. "Yeah! You made 'em totally perfect."

"thanks"

Fresh smiles at Comic "No, thank you." Fresh chuckles. "So what does my cute little home skillet wanna do today?" He asks, leaning on the table and resting his chin on his hand.

"honestly just lay down and not do much"

Fresh grins "I'm down." His face lights up in a bright blush "Wanna cuddle on the couch and watch re-runs?"

Comic nodded with a smile on their face.

Fresh slapped his hands on the table "Aww heck yeah!" He stands up excitedly... and halts looking at the dirty dishes.

He has a second of deleberation and quickly tosses the plates through a small portal. "Haha! Totally not our problem now!"

Comic snorted and looked at Fresh.

Fresh moves to Comic and scoops them up out of their seat, nuzzling their face and carrying them to the couch.

They wrap their arms around Fresh, they are thinking about something.

Fresh flops on the couch and makes himself comfortable, keeping his arms wrapped around Comic.

Comic feels really comfortable, but they are still lost in thoughts.

Fresh nuzzles Comic some more "You good babe?"

"um . . . actually no, i don't feel good . . ."

Fresh' glasses diplayed "?!?!?!".

"What's wrong?"

"i just feel bad about myself . . ." Comic hugged themselves.

Fresh frowned "Why?"

"i just remembered a few things . . ."

Fresh pushed his glasses up on his head so he could make eye contact. "Are you remembering about what happened before we met?"

Comic nodded slightly, they aren't looking at Fresh.

Fresh shifted the way they were sitting and cupped Comic's face, gently nudging them to look at him.

"Hey..." He leaned his forehead against theirs. "Babe, nothing they ever said about you was true... you're the coolest, raddest, awesomest, most totally fly as heck monster I've ever met."

Fresh closes his eyes and his brows scrunch up. "And they can't hurt you anymore." His other hand grips Comic tight. "I won't let anyone hurt you ever again. I promise."

He opens his eyes and stares into Comic's "I love you... and yo, honestly that's a new experience for me. You gotta believe me when I say you're special babe... you're the peanutbutter to my jelly... you're- you're cooler than the flip side of my pillow." Fresh half chuckles.

Comic hid their face in Fresh' clothes.

Fresh kissed the top of Comic's skull and wrapped his arms comfortingly around them. He closed his eyes a soothing purr rumbled from his chest.

Comic quietly sobbed into Fresh' shirt.

Fresh pet their back softly and let them cry it out. He nuzzled their skull occasionally and whispered soft words of encouragement.

After a long while Comic calmed down.

Fresh plants another kiss on their skull. "Better?" He asks softly. Comic nodded.

Fresh nuzzles them again purring louder "Still wanna watch re-runs? Or do ya wanna nap?"

"how about both? we can watch until we fall asleep? or you can watch and I'll take a nap . . . "

"Sounds chill to me." Fresh single handedly rearranges throw pillows and flips tv on, not letting go of Comic.

He repositions the two of them so they're both spooning facing the tv with Comic being the little spoon.

Fresh then flings a blanket from the back of the couch over the two of them and snuggles in.

"can you stay without your glasses for a bit?"

"Yeah, anything for you." Fresh nuzzles Comic purring loudly.

"i like looking at your eyes"

Fresh blushes "Thanks babe. I like it when you wear your regular glasses, it's hella cute."

"Hehe, well only you can see me like this"

Fresh's blush darkens and buries his face in Comic's shoulder.

"i was really ready to show this side of me to many people, but only you saw it"

"You should let more people see all of your sides babe." Fresh kisses their cheek "Every part of you is awesome."

"yeah, but I'm scared"

"Why?"

"people are dangerous"

"You think I'm gonna let some scrub even look at you wrong? No one's gonna touch you." Fresh's eyes shimmer with rage at even the thought.

"but what if you won't be there?"

"I'll be there, all you gotta do is call for me and I'll be there." Fresh squeezes Comic.

"mhm" Comic is watching the re-runs but they are slowly falling asleep.

Fresh closes his eyes, he wasn't paying attention anyways. "I want you to be comfortable first and foremost though. It's cool whatever you wanna do."

Comic didn't respond

Fresh nuzzles Comic and drifts off to sleep as well.

#comic #comic!sans #undermine #fresh #fresh!sans #underfresh #undertale au #undertale alternate universe #undertale #ut #utau #au #utmv #um #utmv ship #freshcomic #fanfic #rp #roleplay

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kylo-im-ren · 5 years ago

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The Rise of the Fallen One & Reylo (excerpt)

Rey is not alone in the Dark!Rey scene.

This was first pointed out to me through this tweet from brehaorganas. Then @sillyrabbit36 did a lovely job of recoloring the footage to show it in greater detail in this post.

I went ahead and made some GIFs for visual aid.

In this shot (BOW DOWN TO YOUR QUEEN) it looks like there could be movement, or a figure before the screen pans over to Dark!Rey. That could also very well just be the way that the light and shadows move in the view of the camera. The real evidence is in the following shot. The money shot.

(My ability to breathe? I don’t know her.)

I zoomed in for a better look, and I tried my best to brighten it without ruining the quality too much (fuzzy image below= proof I’m not a professional lol).

I’ve labled what I think it is that we are seeing. To me, in the bottom right it looks like dark/black clothing, maybe a cloak, or cape. Or maybe just dark pants. In the top right it looks like either a hand in dark, long sleeves, or a chin in a high turtleneck. I’m leaning more towards it being a hand.

Now, let’s look at the movement of this mystery figure. It appears that whomever (or whatever) is there is backing away from Rey. And if we go with the hand theory, it looks like they are backing away with their hands up defensively. Below I’ve created an extremeley detailed and intricate artist rendition of what I believe happens here. I warn you, the artistic talent I posess has brought some to tears.

(As I was writing the final draft of this bit i came across this post by the amazing, ever talented @gwendy85 . The position of Ben and Rey in her art is so close to what I’m picturing! And a million times better than my stick people lol. Just wanted to give some quick promo to her. If you haven’t already, you guys should really check out her art and meta posts, you won’t be disappointed😊💜.)

So, who is this? Well, there are a few options. Let’s play one of my favorite games: The Process of Elimination.

Option 1: Palpatine Just the simple fact that the figure seems to be backing away from her tells me that it isn’t the Sheev man. If Rey does go dark, and this is real, and not a vision, I’m 99.9% sure that Palps will have something to do with it. So why would he be backing away from her? If anything, he’d be the one encouraging her.

Option 2: Finn (my sweet boy) This is a more logical option, however, John is reported saying that he wasn’t there when Daisy wore her Dark!Rey fit. He said he was supposed to be there, but that was just for a visit, meaning his character was not invoved in the shooting of those scenes (I looked for the link for like 20 minutes and decided I’d rather get this out and edit the post later when I eventually find it.) Plus, the hand (or chin) doesn’t look like it’s been blessed with that melanin (teehee), so I’m thinking it’s pretty safe to assume not Finn. And without Finn being there, I don’t think any other resistance squad memeber would make sense. So I’m striking out Poe, Rose, or Jannah as options.

Option 3: Rey Let me explain.This would fall in line with the theory that Dark!Rey is a vision that Rey has. (I go into further details about how this could go, and the pontential parallel between it and Lukes vision quest on Dagobah in the full meta.) This could be the moment where she is forced to literally face her inner demons. If this were the case though, the costume choice that makes the most sense, canonically and visually, would be for normal Rey to be in her normal clothes. Her pure white, flowing robes are a stark contrast to the dark figure we see backing away.

“Maybe that’s just the shadows, it’s a dark room.”

That’s true. But if we go with the turtleneck or long sleeve idea, those are complete opposites to Rey’s v-neck and short sleeves. This makes me think that the mystery person is not Rey.

Option 4: An innocent It could be an innocent that she kills in her dark rage/possesion. Making this a scene to show how far gone she is. I highly HIGHLY doubt this option though.

Taking all of those out leaves me to believe that it can only be one person. One particular dark froce weilding, sad-boi, love-struck prince.

Option 5: Ben The clothes, if i’m picturing them correctly, match up perfectly with Ben’s attire at all times. Dark cloak/cape, maybe a black turtleneck (like we’ve seen in TFA), long dark sleeves. And, if this is Benny boy, what really intrigues me is that he is gloveless. The implications of that alone...

Sorry, I spaced out. I was fangirling.

ANnNywAy, let’s assume it is him. Now the question is:

Vision or Reality?

(I dive deeper into all of these theories in the full meta. I still can’t choose a side!)

While I still haven’t chosen a side (lol) at this point in time, I think I’ve narrowed my choices down to the Dark!Rey is real train or the Ben Vision Train.

If Dark!Rey is real, I feel that this could definitely be the moment where Ben goes to save her from Palpatine, and from herself. There have been several posts describing how this event could unfold. If Dark!Rey is real, this could serve as a major catalyst for Bendemption. This tweet points out an amazing comparrison to this moment of Vader having a vision of Dark!Padme.

The most terrifying thing is seeing someone you love fall down the same dark path that you did, and having to watch them be consumed by it.

I think this feeling and reaction would be representitive of both real and vision Ben. If it’s real though, it could lead to a fight. The fight, however, would be completely onesided. He would refuse to strike her, talking to her the whole time, reasuring her of the people in her life that care for her, and that he cares for her. Telling her that she’s not alone anymore. She doesn’t have to do this, He knows this isn’t her. Pleading with her to come back to the light. To herself. To him. He’d say he knows that there is still good in her, and that he believes in her. He tells her to use their bond to escape Palpatine’s control, or the firm hold of the Dark.

All of this sounding familiar?

(I was so happy to see my fellow TFA Reylos were thinking the exact same thing I was with this.I love y’all. We all deserve a stiff drink and a foot rub 😭😂)

Now, if it’s a vision, I feel that the scene will be much shorter. I also believe that, again, if it is just a vision, It will be a reflection of what is already happening inside of Rey. She could actually go dark for awhile after this, just maybe not to the extent that we see in this scene. I don’t think that it is the same vision he saw in TLJ (although I definitely think that he saw something like this), I think this would be a new vision.

Something that caught my eye about the initial cut to Rey was the motion of the camera.

The way that it swoops over to focus on her resembles someone whipping their head around in surprise.

You know what that reminds me of?

Rey even stumbles back after this.

If vision is the way, I have a feeling it will be like the one Rey had in Maz’s castle in TFA when she touched the legacy saber. I actually think that this would be such a cool call back, and would be another amazing example of how these two characters mirror eachother. This vision could be brought on when he touches an object as well, or it could be in the form of a dream. Or it could be a vision brought on by Palpatine to tempt Ben. Or to scare him. Or-

Summary, there are so many ways that this can go. We have truly entered my favorite time over these past 4 years, The Hour of Speculation. And it’s the final hour! Everything wraps up after this...

As much as that breaks my heart, I am so excited for the next few months. I can’t wait to ride this out with all of you, and to hear what amazing theories you freakin oracles come up with during the wait. Old and new Reylos, I LOVE YOU!

And may the force be with you always.💙❤️💜

And please share your own thoughts, I’d love to hear what you guys think!

@sushigirlali @jedisassafras @southsidestory @sanctuarytrin It’s not my full thoughts (not even close🤦🏽‍♀️😂), or a ficlet, but I promise all of those are coming soon! Hope you like my quick ramble, much love💙☺️

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the-ghost-rat · 4 months ago

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I feel like the fashion is somewhat improving, monster fest is legitmently BREATHTAKING and ngl core refresh frankie’s outfit feels legitmently like something out of g1, it has that same scene kid inspo but yeah the physical dolls themselves r the best part i still am in awe they actually made catty be fat instead of just thin & curvy — and for real!! Entrapta felt so much more relatable to me then majority of the cutesy shy autistic characters , she even got into a relationship w hordak who has chronic illness, i dont see much shows explore couples where both ppl r disabled(granted hordak is also a villain but still)

Even if it is a joke-frankie & ghoulia being cousions is a cute ifea, i like when media give frankenstein monsters random family members , also astro boy is such an accraute description of g3 frankie i honestly cant stand how much superpowers they gave them-the whole “their brain is made of the worlds greatest” in specific makes me so uncomfantable - honestly if lagoona was chatacterized as being like a scene girl then i would better get the GIR comparrison & find her cute, it wont feel so racist n be a nice way to reference the fact g1 was made cus sanders was inspired by 2000s alt girls

LITREALYY U GET IT!! Both shows rushed their biggest arc in just one season when it should have continued longer to better devlop it (the tailsman & the angel battle) and now their just throwing darts at a wall to figure out what to do next , alot of the relationships r also extremly random & just forced in , like alaster & charlie being father & daughter like or draculaura & heath being apprantly childhood best friends - even their already plained relationships like chaggie & clankie feel so random n not all that devloped or interesting

Monster high G3 rant

Watching the TV series and I’m kind of disappointed.

This will be my second watch of season 1, I’m rewatching after the current season 2 episodes.

the show feels very flat in my opinion. They’ve given the characters a lot of cool traits, but they’re used for like one episode and then never brought up, or they only use one specific trait 24/7. Like Frankie in this generation, they have the ability to electrocute, extend their body parts, and they get visions from the people they’re made out of. Specifically they get visions from this one recurring doctor/ scientist. The idea is cool, but the vision literally is there to give exposition about something conveniently. Like when they are trying to solve the puzzle of clawdeens mom, Frankie’s vision just conveniently tells them what to do and how to do it.

In that same episode, we see manny taur. A Minotaur character. And right away we are just told that he’s good at puzzle solving, and so is draculaura! They’re rivals! But this is the first time I’ve ever seen or heard about draculaura being into puzzles, let alone her one sided rivalry with manny. And as the episode ends, she’s like “well you can be the rightful puzzle master” but it feels so flat. There has been no build up to this moment.

Another example is lagoona. In her designated episode, she is rooting for torelai to win the fear-leading captain over draculaura (another thing that has no build up as to why it’s important to her) lagoona explains that torelai is holding a secret over her head, and if it gets out she will lose her status as the fiercest monster in school. But this is the first time we have heard this!! In previous episodes there’s no mention of her being scary or fierce. Or even her super fast swimming skills. It’s just brought up and glosses over with a “be who you are, it’s okay to like what you want! We all have secrets 🥹” but there’s no real character development.

My last example will be the way draculaura is presented in this series. From what she tells us, she has high standards to live up to as a vampire. She needs to look good for her day so she studies endlessly and is striving for perfection. But she also has a love for witchcraft, which is banned in monster high due to its connections to humans. This can be a cute premise, but they NEVER show draculaura compared to any other vampire to show how she’s supposed to act. They never give us episodes where she blows off her friend’s shenanigans because it makes her look bad, and they never really show her dad being so overbearing. They don’t show us WHY humans are hated. And even though witchcraft is banned, whenever anyone finds out about it they’re just cool with it? No push back or anything. The only character to challenge draculaura was torelai.

This all may be very nitpicky, but MH is a character driven franchise. Character relationships with each other and their surroundings are very important to me. I want to feel the so called pressure these characters are being put under. It doesn’t have to be ultra serious 24/7, but issues get resolved within one episode and then rehashed a few episodes later with no further development. Especially with characters like Cleo and lagoona. They have been benched as side characters in this show, and side characters get much worse treatment.

‘The general episode progression is like this - introduce an issue, introduce a high stakes situation that involves the school, have all or one of the main 3 engage in a sequence of fights against this issue(or rapid solving of said issue through convince) - issue is resolved and lesson is told to viewers-characters reset for the next episode.

I know this is a children’s show, but that doesn’t mean it needs to have bad writing, not all kids are high off cocomelon. Kids deserve good writing in their media!

My next rant will be about clawdeen and her story this generation

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system-of-a-feather · 5 years ago

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Early Therapy Story Time with Riku

So I was telling my friend a bit about a kind of funny story of what our first few months / year in therapy was like when our therapist was specialized in Autism and Aspergers with little training with trauma / dissociation. It is just kind of a sit down kind of story so if you wanna read some of our experiences and get a laugh or take whatever lesson from our experience you like, feel free to read below the “keep reading”

-Riku (Host)

Back when we first entered therapy I think in like 2016, I wasn’t host (at best maybe co-host but I primarily was only active to be online and occasionally in our high school band) but instead a now-dormant alter we call TA was “host”. I put “ “ around that because while she was technically host, she switched out a lot and there was little organization in our system due to other issues in the past causing dissociative barriers to be higher than ever and making communication hard for most parts besides Lucille and myself. (which back then we were in active denial about DID and having alters so I just thought of him as my ‘smart brain’)

Originally, our family was extremely against therapy as it was a waste of money and “stupid”, but between a mental health related hospitalization of my middle sister, Lucille and I were able to put a plan to use our parent’s love for looking like the perfect parents against them as to get them to let us “get therapy for 13 weeks for Trichotillomania” and then continue using their desire to look like the perfect parents to keep us in therapy. It wasn’t necessarily the most moral way, but at the point we were at in our mental health, we needed it.

At the time, TA was really not handling our life well, was majorly depressed on a daily basis, and loathed existing to dangerous levels. From what I hear from Lucille and the bits I saw from the headspace, she often compared herself to her “online personality that could do everything where she couldn’t even socialize if her life depended on it”. Aderis, at the time, was a very jaded individual who expected for us to k*** ourselves by the time we were 18 and was behaving recklessly and as a persecutor more than a protector. I was going through abuse through a number of toxic co-dependent friendships and was slowly getting majorly depressed and stressed over how I was living. Lucille was the only active fronter that was able to function remotely well at the time, so he pulled me aside to help get us into therapy since I cared about mental health.

Anyways we ended up with a therapist that specialized in autism and aspergers because we had to hide our intentions with the three diagnoses we had before being aspergers (which my mom said we were said to have at a young age but later took it back??), trichotillomania, and generalized anxiety disorder.

Pretty quickly our therapist picked up that TA dissociated a lot and quickly came across how much she hated her existence and hated that our real life was so shit compared to our online life. Like when asked about what exactly she hated about her life / self she often rambled about how useless she was in comparrison to the life I lead online and how she felt she should just give up on life and live online since it made us happier and was better and so on.

My therapist - untrained in trauma and dissociation - did pick up on the symptom of dissociation and (in hindsight) I realize he probably went ‘shit this is larger than i thought’ and did comment “The differentiation you have between your online self and irl self sounds almost like DID but I dont know if that applies if it is online and offline self since people tend to have similar” and we vaguely addressed handling as if it was DID.

My therapist then commented on how it would be best to try to “integrate” the online and offline self, which is kind of a decent step in thought and theory for our situation, but considering he was unexperienced and handling it - it didn’t quite work that way. In therapy we then began to work towards making the online world and real life world meet which did actually get me back to being involved in our real life as Lucille had me pick people I knew irl that I thought I would be comfortable interacting with online. I picked three people and invited them to a party and only one of them stuck, that person being my current fiance.

From there a lot of work was about trying to bring her “online personality” more into the real world so that she could have the skills she developed online and what not, and essentially that didn’t really work in terms of integration as much as it really just forced me to be involved more. Since I was talking to our fiance online, I had to front more to talk to him in person since TA would get uncomfortable pretty quickly around others and she struggled to trust / get comfrotable around him.

Slowly things generally started to involve me in the real world a lot and at some point TA kind of just decided she was done existing and done fronting and dealing with life and kind of went into a slumber which has lasted the past 3 years. When that happened the system just kinda all turned to me and told me life was now my responsibility as both the most socially adjusted alter, the most passing alter, the alter that was most actively involved in our real life on a personal level and everything.

But like... I guess I didn’t tell this in such a funny manner, but like our original therapist didn’t diagnose us with DID - he wasn’t qualified to nor did he think it was ACTUALLY DID - and kind of worked with it as a weird normal level of dissociation and worked with it kind of like an exaggerated description of sorts. I don’t think for a moment he actually thought of us as separate.

I really just kind of find it funny in hindsight how much effort was put into bringing the “online personality” and integrating it and kinda how it both failed and succeeded in the long run.

It is also kind of why a non-specialist shouldn’t try to work with DID, but also to show I guess that working with a non-specialist can be helpful? Since in the end, what my first therapist did was enable and promote a host switch to the most effective potential host and that did our life a large boost considering TA would likely have been unable to maintain a relationship, manage college, or stick to therapy as full heartedly as I.

With that being said, it did put her in a deep dormancy that the entire system has been trying to preserve until we are in a safe enough life / stable enough situation and all that no matter what damage her waking up and coming out of dormancy might cause that we are 100% certain we can handle it well.

But thats just a bit of our story / night time tale of our early therapy days XD Felt like sharing the story so I hope you enjoyed. Any comments or questions regarding this is fully welcome.

#alter: riku #did #osdd #dissociative identity disorder #actuallydid #actuallydissociative #personal #story #tw suicide #suicide tw #suicide #depression #anxiety #therapy #recovery #host switch

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fightevilandthengetblownup · 5 years ago

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Red Right Hand IX

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Eleanor did not often have visitors over for tea. Even rarer did she have any gentlemen over for tea. However that afternoon, he found himself sat at the small kitchen table with a plate of scones and cup of tea before him.

Robert Singer found himsrlf scrubbing a hand across his face and into his beard as he watched the woman bustling about the room. Keeping herself busy. Keeping herself occupied. Keeping herself from the one thing she needed - to rest.

“Elle, love, you invited me for tea-” “Yes, yes, your tea. Did you need some more milk?” “For tea. Together. So sit before you give me an ache watching you.”

Eleanor started at his gruff tone, before she moved to sit down in the chair opposite him finally. However, her hands continued to flutter about the table top - pouring tea or adding honey, cutting scones or scooping jam and cream dollops - in a flurry.

Robert waited until she reached for the honey for the second time in a minute to grasp her hand in his own. “Eleanor. This will not go away by ignoring it.”

“Oh Robert, you don’t know what it is.” “You know I am not that foolish, Elle’. This is to do with your boys plans, and your girl going missing last week after that inspector detained her..” “Robert..”

The older man shakes his head at the tone as Eleanor turned her hands in his. The woman was so used to getting her way, of her boys following her orders and of their workers jumping at her very call, that she never quite knew how to avoid the demanding tone she would use. He often found it endearing, however staring down the blonde woman, he found it infuriating at that point.

“Where has Shada gone, Eleanor?” “What does it matter?” “Eleanor, if she’s been taken-” “She has not been kidnapped. Michael has sent her away.”

Robert shuffled in his seat again, dropping his hold on her hands as he rubbed his face again. If only it was not impolite to wear his hat indoors.

That what was occurring was concerning enough to require the young girl to be sent somewhere away for her safety worried him.

“In that case, I guess I know what needs to be done.” The older man pushed himself to his feet and rounded the table before his love could stand up. Sinking to his knees beside her, Robert took up her hands again in his, hoping she would take him seriously for once.

“Elle, my love, it’s time we left this behind us. The children are all grown, hell Mikey even has a child of his own. I’m old enough to retire without any problems. We can leave all this muck behind.. Go somewhere we can just live.” “Bobby…” “We can travel the world - take you to Paris and Florence like you always dreamed.” “Bobby…”

Eleanor’s look made his stomach twist as they stared one another down. He had tried this before, almost every year since his wife and her husband had passed away. They fit together, they made sense when they were together, but the woman had never once agreed to run away with him. Rubbing his thumbs over her wrists, Robert steeled himself to ask yet again.

“Go to America, see a real Broadway performance, go to that godforsaken swamp land you always talked about.” “Bobby…” “Say ‘yes’ for once, Elle, for fuck’s sake. Say it and I’ll take you far away from all of this. I’ve been askin’ you for your hand for years now, and we’re runnin’ out of time.” “Bobby!”

Eleanor jerked herself to stand, pulling her hands from his as she moved to fuss near the stove rather than look back at him. His hands felt cold as they closed around the space she left behind. He remained on his knee for longer than he realised, running over the words, over the way her eyes had closed tightly at his pleas, the watering look when she’d finally looked back at him. The way her face showed the same heartbreak he felt every time she pulled back from him.

Slowly forcing himself to his feet, the policeman moved towards the kitchen where the blonde was puttering with the water in the sink. Wrapping an arm around her waist, Robert ran his hands around her waist and tucker his head over her shoulder. “We’ll stay here then. Stay are face whatever your boys have rort. And then when it is safe...”

He felt his heart clench and then release as the woman relaxed back into him staring out the small window to the back alley courtyard where there were three of those little thugs that followed her boys around rolling tobacco and smoking.

“Yes, we will go... When it is safe.”

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The stables were silent as the grave as the pair approached, only one groom was working at mucking out the stalls in the quiet morning hours.

Jeffrey had not gone to sleep after the pub had closed, he had taken his weekend winnings and spent them in the darkest hour of the night down the laundry lane. He had informed the other to meet him near the entrance to the warehouse-turned-stable as the sun began to rise, and was not surprised to find the girl slunk down in the shadows almost asleep on her feet.

“Come on then,” He growled, hand sliding its way around the small waist of her waist as he guided her into the building. The groom looked up from his work at their entrance, however a hiss from the Shadow had him scrambling to make himself scarce. It was a good thing Jeffrey was known to bring a girl or two for a roll in the hay back in the day, as he was sure no word would escape the building of their being here. “Lets go see this pretty pony for you.”

The blonde glared up at the slight to the horse more than his overly familiar touching as they moved down towards the stall that held the white beast. Since he had learnt of her real identity, he had noticed the wild flare under the friendly smiles; the pause before she’d moved or speak to most in that affected voice; the way she seemed unconcerned with propriety unless someone looked at her sideways.

Joanna slipped into the stall away from him as they reached it, and he found himself leaning up against the closed stall door as he watched her. The traveller moved her way to the horse laying on the straw covered floor with concern, voice quiet as she started speaking to it in that godawful language of her people.

The horse had been performing poorly in training for the last week. Their trainer had advised it may be something with one of its hooves, and then perhaps something to do with the food. The previous afternoon he had claimed it was something in the beast’s hind leg being shorter than the other. “Crock of shit” he had heard the girl mutter as she brought another bottle; and Jeffrey had the idea to take the original trainer to examine the tempestuous horse at that very moment.

The girl was knealt beside the beast, skirts tugged up over her knees and men’s pants clearly visible where she was seated, with her hands running over it’s neck whispering quietly. He could see the breathing slow and relax in the chest as it appeared to recognise the blonde, a calmness to it not seen since it had left the field five months ago. “There, Fhiáin, there. Calm now my beautiful boy…” Joanna’s voice was soft in the quiet stables, only the odd huffs and shuffles from the horses around them interrupting her. “Lets’a see what they’ve gone and done ta you.”

Jeffrey turned around to light his smoke, rolling his eyes at the antics of the other. The groom slowly approached, a fork in hand as he moved to start mucking nearby again.

“‘Nother trainer to check on ‘im?” “Something like that.” “Strange hour for you to be in, boss.” “Strange comment for you to be making.. If you want to keep your job and your eyes, kid.”

The groom scampered off at the threat. Jeffrey never enjoyed speaking with those outside of the family about business, he barely enjoyed speaking to those inside the family or his crew. Letting loose a stream of smoke, the Shadow bit down a groan of annoyance. He would be hearing about being kinder to their workers from Eleanor sometime soon if the kid spoke up.

“Oh, me darlin’ that’s the problem is it,” The croon broke his thoughts as he turned to see her massaging at the beast’s hind leg near the bend. He couldn’t see anything specifically, and entering the stall he still could not determine what the girl felt. “What ‘ave they gone and done to you, mesweet?”

“What’s the problem with your little pony, sweetie?” “Ye trainer caught ‘im with a cane at some point-” “And?” “The bloody imbicile broke skin in the fold of his hind, a’course!” “…And?” “It got fuckin’ infected, you balbh fuck, that’s what.” “So?”

Jeffrey had to fight back the smirk at the increasingly frustrated tone from the other as she ran a hand over the space gently in comparrison, until she threw herself to her feet at his last question. It was the spite and fire he got back that made him grin at her, arms crossed as he released a plume around her head as she approached him.

“So?” “So, ye got a fuckin’ butcher of a trainer workin’ my beautiful boy over, and seems balbh enough not ta see it. Or perhaps, he’s a lyin’ cheat who don’t want ta tell you boys that he’s gone and almost lamed your horse.” “The horse is lame?” “Could become lame. Get me some honey and bandages, a hot fuckin’ fire and that littl’ razor blade of yours and I’ll get him back on ‘is feet in the week.”

He found himself raising a brow, before letting out a loud whistle and leaning over the stall gate. The groom boy came running within seconds, staring frightenedly at the cobblestone floor. Jeffrey gestured for the girl to repeat herself, and smirked as she rattled off her need for honey, bandages and for a fire pit to be brought in in the same crude fashion she had to him. The boy’s eyes widened before he scampered away.

“Impressive, sweetie, you could make a real Shadow with a mouth like that.” “Sorry ta disappoint, but I don’t think I’d like bein’ a Shadow.”

“With a mouth like yours, and that little display few weeks back, you’re not far from one Joanna Harvelle.” Jeffrey smirked down at the blonde as she moved to rest against the stall door beside him. As he spoke, he reached out to grip her chin in two fingers with a wicked grin at her snarled response. “You must get it from your father, or was your mother as wild as you are too?”

“What are you askin’ 'bout me Ma for, Jeffrey?” “Just trying to work you out, sweetie. Between hiding who you are, and that little spell you’ve been weaving on the runt..” “I haven’t done anyth-” “No need to deny, you can break his heart if you want - I don’t particularly care if you do or not - I’m just trying to puzzle you out. Get under your skin, if not your skirts.”

As they’d talked, he’d turned to look her over, eyes running up and down her several times before tracing a hand along her hips at his quip. The Irish girl looked furious and slapped his hand away in response.

“I’ve told you before, darlin’, you couldn’t afford me.” “If the runt can, I can, sweetie.” “I’m not whorin’ for your brother, Jeffrey.” “That’s surprising then.”

Joanna rolled her eyes back at him, giving him a scowl as the young boy came running back up to the gate. Taking the few items from him, she moved back towards the horse while Jeffrey turned to help the boy drag the small pot fire into the stall and brushing the cobblestones free of the hay.

The boy left immediately after, and as the Shadow pulled a crate over to sit on he was surprised to see the blonde staring back at him, hand out stretched where she knealt by the fire. “I’ll be havin’ that straight razor now, darlin'…”

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The sound of shouting echoed from the private family spaces, which in itself was not particularly unknown within the betting shop, that Friday afternoon. The voices shouting however, were extremely uncommon to be heard and unsettled the book keepers enough to clear out to the street for a smoke or three.

In the front room, Eleanor was in the midst of screeching down her eldest from his high horse. In response, Michael was shouting back just as unrestrictedly - glaring down at his mother in contempt.

Eleanor had intended to speak with him calmly about the whereabouts of his sister. She had intended to simply inquire as to where her daughter was, if she was safe, and how to contact her. She hand intended to ask how the plans with the Catholics had worked out since its formation, to ask how Jackson and Michael’s plans for gun running had taken shape yet.

“You left her alone and to the mercy of that monster!” “She’s a grown ass woman, Ma! Just because you’re bending over for a copper doesn’t mean the same happened to Shada.” “If your father were here, he would be ashamed of you. How far have you fallen, Michael, to treat us all like this? As disposable?” “Father was weak. You are weak. Shada is weak. We need strength in this family that you can no longer provide!”

Instead, they had found themselves at each other’s throats when Michael had sassed her question and she had accused him of throwing his sister to the wolves. It drew more blood from there with claims of destroying the family, of lacking the balls to do what was necessary, of being blinded by greed and envy, of being blinded by love for the wrong man.

“-left me with your drunk of a wife killing your daughter-” “-sent us to die in a fucking field while you galavanted about-” ”-dragged your brothers’ in after you, ruined their lives before they had to. Jackson didn’t even get to marry-” ”-blamed everything on me! I wasn’t the one that drove Da to the gun-”

There were teacups shattered, tables turned and chairs smashed against the floor; it was as if two natural disasters had met and clashed violently as both tore into the other as only family could. Strikes against each other that had been held inside for years can forward, pouring out decades of accusations and failures of the pair before either could think to deescalate the situation. If the words and jabs could draw blood, the room would be red with it.

“-tore this family apart-” “-driving us into the ground-” “-spiteful, narcassistic, egotistical-” “-deluded, pathetic, vindictive-”

The words continued to flow, blow for blow, jab for jab and cut for cut, until finally both Visyak’s were left panting and cowed as they sank into the chairs that remained upright, breathing hard and staring empitly at each other. Productive it had not been. Cathartic, perhaps.

As they slowly caught their breath, they rose as one - her towards the stove top to heat water for some tea, him to right the table and collect a dustpan for the broken crockery. The storm had come, raged, and slowly dissipated leaving behind only the destruction but none of the force as time continued to propel them forward towards what had been promised ever since the container was cracked and the contents were lead not liquor.

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The headquarters of the Faceless Shadows rarely was visited by the police since the boys had returned from the war. Whether due to the number of greased palms, or the ease of finding one or more Shadow at The Fort in recent years, or the simmering hostility that officers met when entering the streets near the converted townhouses, was unclear. It was not a regular occurrance, however that Saturday morning found the tall blond officer ducking his way through the doorway to the gambling den without any pomp or circumstance.

A look to one of the bookies had Jackson summoned and appearing before his childhood friend within minutes. He led the taller man to one of the closed offices with a calm nod to the workers who appeared to await confirmation for work to continue.

“What have you got for me, William?” “Been hearing news that the Black Eyes and Catholics have been meeting.” “Where did you hear that? Whiskey or tea?” “Overheard the Winchester brothers and that cousin of theirs, Christian Campbell, talking about it. Tea this hour.”

Jackson frowned slightly over the thought, knowing that at least the older of the Winchester brothers in uniform had a connection to the Catholics. The connection of the third officer to the Black Eyes had been a subject of concern for a while within the Shadows when it first came to light. If William had overheard the three men talking, there was reason to believe the truth of the words.

There was no reason to disbelieve the officer who had always remained faithful and honest to his friend, if not others. William Reynolds had been the third of the group of boys of Jackson’s youth that had grown, aged and died together in the years since. They had formed their own small gang, seperate to the work Michael and his friends had been developing to become the basis for the Faceless Shadoes, seperate to the range of blood thirtsy and violent pre-teens that stalked the streets causing havok that Jeffrey and his lackies had made.

Jackson Visyak, William Reynolds, Richard Amon and Harry Spangler had made a strange collection of boys - some already starting their growth spurts at the age of ten, some yet to begin; some smarter and quicker than most adults they encountered, some more charismatic. However different each boy was, they had stuck together along the cold streets of Birmingham, had stuck together as they each found a different calling, as one fell into depression and mania, as one fell into the family business, as one followed the straight and narrow path, and one muddled along unalligned. They had stuck together as they crossed the channel and dug through the mud side by side; and when they managed to all make it back to Birmingham, unharmed but more scarred than they had left it.

Sticking his head out of the office, the dark haired man managed to flag down one of the lackies to bring a pot and milk as soon as possible while he thought over what the other had said.

“Jack, they are planning something. Something drastic from the sound of it.” “What does it sound like then?” “Movement. Lots of movement towards Birmingham from the Catholics. And recruiting from the Black Eyes.” “Movement, huh...”

Collecting the tray brought to him, Jackson proceeded to pour himself a cup and gestured for the other man to do the same as they both sank into chairs on either side of the desk between them. If the Black Eyes were amassing larger numbers, and the Catholics were filtering into the city; perhaps he would need to take a visit to see an old friend earlier than expected.

Jackso waited until they had both poured their drinks before he broke the pensive silence, jaw clenched tightly at the taste of both the poorly brewed tea and the bitter flavour his words brought out.

“I guess it is once more unto the breach, dear friend...”

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#AU stories #peakyverse fic

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