#dont look too closely at the black speech in the first sentence...its just for the vibes asdfkkjkl

[putrid-tongue]

— STARTER FOR @prvtocol (⤻ Lady Brianne of the Dorwiniodhrim)

shakh  zigûrû  hurnash  hoir—  the  dark  lord  is  gone.  his  hordes  scattered,  his  mannish  devotees  following  the  grains  of  sand  and  the  flow  of  time.  mordor  lays  quiet  once  more,  as  no  foulness  or  wretched  creature  will  remain  honorbound  in  pious  awaiting.  a  spell  broken,  a  tentative  peace  achieved.  yet  in  the  dark  lord's  entourage  are  also  those  of  grander  designs  and  minds  of  their  own,  and  mordú  is  amongst  them.  while  his  master  dwells  in  dol  guldur,  he  is  content  to  further  his  influence  'ere  it  wanes  entirely.  and  in  his  heart  he  thinks  that  HE  DOES  IT  FOR  HIS  FELLOWS,  for  all  adûnai  bereft  of  love  and  higher  calling.  THÛ  is  pain,  and  he  is  terror—  but  he  is  also  freedom  &&  knowledge.  has  there  ever  been  a  path  worth  pursuing  that  would  not  test  those  wandering  it?  the  time  for  Men  has  come,  and  mordú  will  labor  for  it  to  be  greater  than  all  that  came  before.  too  fresh  is  the  pain  of  seeing  the  great  sea  heave  akin  to  a  beast  come  alive,  for  the  skies  to  darken  in  a  fury  befit  of  the  end  of  the  very  world.  and  beneath  him  the  earth  had  groaned  and  wept  &&  without  being  there  he  had  known:  his  home  is  lost,  and  would  never  return.  broken  by  petty  fury  over  children  who  yearned  for  something  they  would  never  have.  no  part  of  mordú  regrets  his  hand  in  sauron's  bloody  designs  upon  westernesse,  let  it  be  a  wound  upon  the  hearts  of  uncaring  gods.  would  that  it  tarnishes  their  crowns,  and  make  heavy  their  hearts.  they  have  not  shown  love  to  his  people,  and  would  be  granted  no  love  in  turn.

indeed,  he  will  carry  the  spark  of  sauron's  wisdom  to  the  south  and  the  east,  and  will  teach  those  with  the  minds  to  listen  and  the  courage  to  follow.  many  already  worship  sauron,  and  they  name  him  marec,  dasata,  vâtra  &&  countless  more  names,  for  he  is  ancient  and  has  been  with  the  tribes  of  harad  and  khând  &&  the  daen  since  the  DISTANT  MISTS  OF  THE  FIRST  AGE.  mordú's  mind  is  now  set  upon  green  and  fertile  lands,  home  to  an  industrious  and  worldly-wise  people  whom  will  be  a  rather  brilliant  jewel  upon  thû's  crown.  dorwinion  may  yet  become  the  breadbasket  supporting  mordor's  limping  economy,  and  secure  trade  with  western  regions  and  more  distant  places  such  as  umbar  or  the  proud  cities  and  moving  settlements  of  the  khârai  peoples.

from  dol  guldur,  dorwinion  is  merely  a  few  weeks  to  the  east  with  a  fast  horse,  and  mordú  takes  great  pains  to  avoid  the  further  reaches  of  greenwood  that  is  most  unfriendly  to  him,  as  well  as  the  running  water  of  the  celduin—  its  sound  enough  to  churn  his  stomach.  though  he  would  arrive  in  those  friendlier  lands  at  last  without  noteworthy  incident.  it  is  a  great  no  man's  land  between  greenwood  and  the  sea  of  rhûn,  and  neither  man  nor  elf  traverses  it  with  a  light  heart  in  fear  of  veering  south,  where  the  haunting  dagorlad  plains  await.  the  peoples  of  dorwinion  suffered  greatly  all  those  years  ago,  when  their  gardens  burned  in  the  pyres  of  war—  destruction  wrought  without  reason  or  mercy.  and  even  though  this  is  now  so  many  cycles  of  the  sun  ago,  mordú  has  little  doubt  that  the  memory  of  it  yet  prevails  in  their  hearts.  it  may  complicate  matters,  though  he  will  not  shy  away  from  the  arts  of  deception  if  he  has  to.

mordú  appears  to  the  people  as  a  sage  of  his  own,  now  dúnedain,  in  colorful  clothes  of  red  and  blue  and  green.  lacquered  beads  tell  tale  of  his  studies  &&  the  layered  cloth  hiding  his  brow  and  head  a  sign  of  deference  to  the  wisdom  of  the  cosmos.  he  is  kindly  and  patient,  easy  to  take  to  despite  his  wondrous  height  keeping  others  at  a  distance  upon  a  first  meeting.  KNOWLEDGE  he  would  share  freely,  and  he  is  wont  to  spend  the  night  on  invitation  within  various  settlements,  to  tell  tales  long  forgotten  in  the  comfort  of  firelight.  whispers  of  a  wise  wanderer  precede  him  within  the  span  of  mere  weeks,  though  he  is  not  always  met  with  friendliness  and  curiosity.  many  remain  weary  of  him,  and  they  will  trade  with  mordú  but  not  let  him  into  their  houses  or  their  inns,  instead  bidding  him  to  be  on  his  way.  a  fact  that  evokes  in  him  no  great  ire,  as  his  purpose  here  is  to  learn  all  there  is  to  know  about  the  dorwiniodhrim.

his  findings  would  lead  him  to  the  dónu  dales,  a  rich  and  fertile  area  called  deneral  in  their  tongue.  mordú  learned  of  a  family  inhabiting  these  parts,  their  shared  blood  with  both  the  gargath  and  the  donathig  making  them  uniquely  influential  in  his  assumption.  and  he  had  spoken  before  the  council,  and  he  had  been  granted  audience.  as  nothing  but  a  humble  sage,  a  scholar  &&  teacher  they  would  have  nothing  to  fear  of  him.  mordú  would  like  that  to  be  true.  wills  it  to  be  true.  in  his  heart  there  is  yet  a  space  for  love  and  admiration,  however  shadowed  and  misguided  it  may  be.  dorwinion  is  breathtaking,  and  its  people  uniquely  skilled  in  all  things  that  would  grow.  there  is  beauty  here,  and  he  would  not  love  to  see  it  wasted.

closing  his  eyes,  the  tall  adûna  lifts  his  face  towards  the  midday  sun.  around  him  the  air  smells  sweet—  of  dew  and  flowers  &&  vines  in  their  bloom.  he  looks  to  be  not  a  day  above  his  fortieth  winter,  though  there  are  dark  circles  beneath  his  piercing  blue  eyes,  and  no  warmth  in  his  cheeks.  the  long  hair  laying  upon  his  chest  is  streaked  in  grey,  though  it  remains  thick  and  has  yet  to  lose  its  luster.

❛  i  am  rather  glad  the  realm-master  has  deigned  to  hear  me  out,  and  that  it  is  you  who  is  willing  to  show  me  this  labor  of  love.  never  have  i  laid  eyes  upon  a  garden  so  bountiful.  it  makes  me  wish  i  had  arrived  later  this  year,  only  so  that  i  may  see  the  vines  heavy  with  grapes. ❜  his  gaze  is  directed  back  at  brianne,  searching  and  heavy  &&  like  he  may  see  more  than  merely  her  outward  appearance.  ❛  i  do  hail  from  down  south,  not  far  from  harondor  and  the  basin  of  the  great  river  anduin.  not  much  grows  there,  though  we  have  found  ways  to  coax  life  from  even  brittle  and  dry  earth. ❜

kohl-rimmed  eyes  crinkle  with  a  kind  smile,  showing  merely  the  barest  sliver  of  teeth.  ❛ i  truly  hope  that  trade  will  eventually  prosper  between  our  peoples,  though  i  have  heard  talk  of  you  being  an  industrious  woman.  perhaps  my  worries  are  unfounded. ❜

[officehrs]

i had a dream about r that felt so real. 😔 VERY long post excuse me ,, if u read, feel free to analyze or tell me to shut up fkfnkfnfd

i dont remember anything about how it started but the first thing that really happened was that i was on a site on my laptop in his class, solving some sort of "riddle",,,, i read it to myself aloud very quietly trying to process it, when r came up from behind me and whispered a small fragment of the sentence into my ear so breathily and slowly?? like "hmmmm [breathes] how how how [breathes] do we do thisssssssss" ... i mocked the gesture back to him when he was done (bc admittedly it WAS super weird for him) as he sat down. its important to note he acted cold towards me in a way, and seemed really different.

he asked me "so, what is it youre doinggg", the same way he said stuff before. i read to him the context of the question on the site and he understood somehow. immediately, he pulled out his phone (which was an older black samsung instead of his iphone??) and began typing an email with all the answers and an explanation. while he did, i subconsciously leaned myself against his shoulder and his whole left arm, before he began to adjust his shoulder as if to shake me off. i sat in the back of my chair, slightly saddened by his gesture, but i didnt want to push boundaries.

it only took 10 seconds and when i checked my email, it was at least 6 pages worth of text. i was super confused as to how he typed so fast!! but he didnt really say anything about it. i scrolled to the end and found he wrote about "forgiving" (idk what to call it, i didnt do anything bad HFKFJFJF) something i had done in real life, hence why this dream felt so real. he gave me an extra assignment in the email and wrote it on a white board on the wall, with a smiley face next to it 🥺 i didnt notice it until later though

i dont remember the context but HE STARTED BRUSHING MY HAIR?? it seemed like he didnt think anything of it, so in my head i was like 😳oh my god ,,, AND I WAS THINKING OF POSTING ABOUT IT ASAP ON MY ACCOUNT GJFBFNF it felt incredible and i didnt want him to stop, and he didnt for some time ,, he played with my hair a little and kept brushing bffnndn and he said stuff while he brushed in that same breathy tone and it made me Lose My Mind

then, he stopped and some stuff happened idk but i sat back down at my usual desk,, he had put a movie up on the big smartboard at the front of the class, and somehow sent us a multi-pic instagram post to look at, which was a quote from some revolutionary about going against our oppressor (🧍NDNDNDMDM) ,, i found some problematic part at the very end, which at this time he walked past my seat, walking around the class as usual. i subconsciously looked to be in deep speculation, and i felt him look down at me, and my screen?? but i didnt look up, as he seemed to be breathing in the same kind of deprived tone as before. he was still walking, though very slowly. it was somehow quiet in the class except for the movie, so his footsteps boomed throughout. somewhere at this time is where i noticed the smiley face on the board, and thought it was very sweet!!

then, the final bell rang for the day. everyone got up, including me and r. i grabbed a black acoustic guitar he just had on display in his class, and went to the cafeteria, waiting for my ride to get here (which i dont do irl?? anyway) ,, on my way there, in the hallways people were talking about the movie they watched in class, and some people were sad they missed out on seeing the insta post ,, i noted it in my head, and i kept on my way to the cafeteria.

i made it there, and found a corner to stand in. the whole place was kinda packed?? i guess it was bc some teacher/staff person was giving a speech right as i was walking into the cafeteria. he said, verbatim, "he said 'im just gonna get a whole fuckton of money and then save it all' and now look at him! hes dead! that motherfucker is dead because he didnt know how to save his shit!" which i found very weird, of course. everyone was quiet during this, and it may have been out of shock too. i was most particularly shocked by the fact that a bunch of staff was lines up near this lecturer, but didnt twitch or bat an eye at all. like they were ok with this???? something very different from irl

when the little rant ended, everyone went back to talking to each other. i began quietly playing the guitar, as i had no one to speak to, even though i did know the person i stood next to. the people who stood around me stopped talking after a few seconds, most of them watching me. unintelligibly, the person i knew asked "you play the sgrhgsuejfk?",, i assumed they had said "guitar" and after careful contemplation for like 10 seconds, i said yes. they didnt reply, so i kept playing as they watched.

some person to the left of me, standing kinda far started annoyingly asking questions towards us. they wouldnt stop, and started targeting people to ask their dumb and strange questions to. i quit playing and walked right up to their face, saying repeatedly "if you're gonna harass anyone, let it be me. why dont you harass me instead? go ahead, ask whatever. harass me, not them." i dont think they were genuinely harassing people post-dream, but thats how i felt and thats how i stated it anyway. after 10 seconds of shouting at them, the person started asking me the question, and as i was about to answer, i looked down at my phone (which read 7:50) and said "i gotta go anyway" ,, i needed to return r's guitar back to his class, so i left the cafeteria, with the person i knew following me, i think.

the hallways seemed much different. i was looking around for r's classroom, confused, and it seemed to become a maze of sorts of unlabelled, windowless doors. instead of looking for his classroom, instarted looking for r himself, wandering around. and i found him!! but he gave me a cold glance as he looked behind himself before closing the door he just opened. as a result, i went to a door parallel, across the hallway. i opened it and it lead to a dark, dimly lit hallway full of several other doors. i was very disoriented, and kept going through random doors. i found r again several times, only for him to enter through another passage of doors, coldly. eventually i found my way out of the maze, and the person i knew reappeared to the right of me, talking to me. we conversed about our day, as i tried to figure out how to get to r's classroom. the school seemed to have a different layout, one that was continuous, unfamiliar, and yet i felt as if i had a sense of direction. the person didnt comment on it, only they followed me wherever i went. we went up and down floors, made it back to the cafeteria, and as we were going up again to try to find his classroom (realizing we went the wrong way) the dream ended.

this was very strange 🧍

[churchyarddirt]

Girl! You already knew I love your blog. Can i have Muzan x Reader where Reader is an uppermoon who Muzan like to mess around ( you know sexy time ) with but Muzan also messed around with other demons as he please. Thank u.

Tysm! I love your blog too ^w^ you didnt specify if you want headcanons or scenarios so I'll stick them up together, but mostly headcanons

Y/n was upper moon 5, not too strong but compared to other demons - much stronger

Y/n became upper moon 4 years ago, at first Muzan hadn't payed much attention to her.

But unlike our demon lord, Y/n was head over heels in love

From the first time he cupped her cheeks and said "Y/n...You've been doing a pleasant job, you deserve to be amongst the upper kizuki, dont you think so?" He asked her one delightful night, Y/n was just done eating her weekly meal, she devoured over 49 people. So we can way she was one bloody mess

Even though Muzan hadn't felt anything towards her, he knew he liked her by appearance, he found her attractive

"You will start off as upper moon 5, do not disappoint me..." Muzan's deep voice echoed trough the Minka, he brought up his hand towards her eyes, gently brushing the air between them. Y/n's eyes got certain kanji after all "Y-Yes...Muzan-sama"

Y/n did amazing job but hadn't interacted with Muzan much, since she was new she wasnt summoned to most meetings and even if she did Nakime was the one here, reporting information to Y/n

Of course due to Muzan's temper, Y/n had to get punished for a small misunderstandings.

Basicaly she met Tanjirou and Nezuko and just ignored them, when they were really big threat and were on hunting, Y/n just simply forgot that all demons were ordered to kill them, she proceeded to eat humans somewhere else. And of boy how angry Muzan was

Y/n was sure she would die but he didnt kill her, just called her useless and paethethic

Veins popped on Muzans forehead "You call yourself an upper moon and you made such a blind mistake" he scoffed, his expression was displeased but Nakime and Y/n knew this was just 5% of anger that he felt "I-Im so sorry Kibutsuji-sama, I just forgot and went on w-" Y/n bowed on the flood, Suddenly he appeared in front of her "Who allowed you to speak?" He questioned, making Y/n gulp, looking up at him and by this way automatically giving him good access to her neck. Muzan suddenly gripped onto the females neck and picked her whole weight up, to face him. They had quite noticeable height difference so her feet hanged in the air. Muzan frowned

"What will happen if you will make similar mistake in the future, will you...." he cut his sentence mid off, Y/n's thoughts were something different, defiantly not what he expected

'Yeez...Should I be scared or aroused', 'I honestly dont mind him choking me' 'I hope it wont end soon' at this point Muzan knew that what Y/n felt for him wasnt just strong admiration

If it was another demon he would be disgusted, but for some reason he was quite amused Y/n felt this way. His face was now not frowning, but blunt. He had zero emotions, but he was in deep thinking, he slowly and gently removed the force from her neck, now choking her lightly 'Yes...there much better...why isn't he speaking?' Muzan read thoughts, he observed her. A pleasant smirked formed. He released her from his grip turning around and leaving her alone "If you will make mistakes again...there would be more severe punishments" he commented before gesturing Nakime to teleport her away

Ever since then we could say they both shared similar feelings towards each other, just no one of them showed it correctly

As time passed Y/n developed her style, she always had a lot of cleavage, not like daki but still cleavage.

One day Y/n was teleported to upper meeting, there she officially meet every upper demon member, she hit it off well with Douma - He was so curious and friendly with her after all!

Not long after Muzan appeared, wearing his vest suit and white clothing, with black pants, the casual and glamourous outfit of his. Y/n noticed no one bowed but rather just greeted him "Good day Muzan-sama~" Douma shouted, Muzan probably had good relationship with them

My my how wrong you were

Trough out the meeting he removed the heads of several upper demons, and they all didnt bother. Woah

Muzan leaned onto the table "Tell me your Acomplishemnts" he commended, his expression was always blunt and hard to read, he didnt seem interested in their speech at all "Y/n..." Muzan interpreted Akaza's speech, making you focus all your attention on him, he slowly patted on the wooden pattern "come here" he ordered, his expression unchanged.

'DOOES HE WANT ME TO SIT ON THE TABLE NEXT TO HIM-HGHGJ?!'

Muzan grinned at your thoughts "Continue akaza" he said with more pleased tone, sucking in the stressful and negative tention away. All other moons were more at ease.

You did as he said, and of course your thoughts did their best job at amusing Muzan, all the scenarios of him claiming you over and over on this table really intrigued him, no demon had ever dared to think so boldly of him, and not to mention he liked the way you looked, Muzan didn't mind.

"Disccust and prepare teams for attack on hajimeri hill" Muzan ordered, the demons started separating into teams and making a plan, they often worked together. You assumed you had to join them so you jumped down from the table, ready to leave.

However as soon as you started to walk Muzan quickly forced you back with his hand. He forced you to go under him, you could feel your ass pressing into the table harshly, your eyebrows frowned out of confusion, Muzan had small grin before griping your throat again

This time he wasnt too harsh, justcright to your liking. His fingers gently massaged your neck, making you close your eyes.

Oh how you wished this lasted forever

"You do know one of mine abilities..." He asked, making you open your resting eyes "...is the ability to read minds of my demons?"

This sentence

THIS ONE SENTENCE

made you regret you were born 'He read all my fantasies, all my dirty thoughts-' your mind was one messy place now. You tried to look away but his finger that was gently massaging your neck suddenly was harshly pressed onto your chin, keeping you in place

You couldn't comprehend your emotions "I'm so sorry I will stop-" Muzan's nails imtefierd with your skin, making you gasp. He was filling you up with his blood again

Before you could speak again he connected your lips together. It wasnt a messy kiss, just a small peck. But of course this wasnt the way he wanted to kiss you, you would find out soon.

From that day on he teased you and touched you as he pleased

At first it was just a constant need to have you close to him, now he groped you and touched you all the time

Whenever there was another upper moons meeting he would have you on his lap, and you always knew you were leaving the last.

Your most memorable memory with him was when he invited you to his house

And hardcore fucked you in front of his sleeping pretend wife. It was amazing quite/silent sex

Once Muzan ripped your top clothing off and groped you for 2 hours straight while you sat on his lap, you were glad you two were alone.

Whenever he wanted for you to give him attention he would come to you from behind, push your hair down and press you closer

But one day, he stopped messing with you in front of other demons, he didnt touch your ass or ordered to sit on his lap anymore.

You thought it would bother you that much, but it honestly made you...sad?

That's how it was for a week. Another meeting was held. Like always your stayed the longest. You tippy toed your way to Muzan that didnt seem to notice your presence at all "Muzzn-sama" you muttered, he lazily turned around to face you "Take a sit..." he ordered with a long sigh

You took a seat on his table, you were about to ask him what was wrong but he hugged you before you could utter a word.

Sure you two cuddled after sex in bed but this type of affection wasn't in your life. He pressed his face in your chest as his hands wrapped around your waist.

"I want you all to myself" he said, not emebrased or too happy. All you could is was just to accept it and gently brush his head

He didnt grope you around others but he was effectionate other ways, like hugging your waist, his hand on your hip/waist/shoulder. You could see the connection

But one thing bothered Y/n

It was Daki

Muzan called her special demon and even cupped her cheeks. Y/n wasn't pleased with it!

One night she headed to the forest with Muzan, all he did was cup her cheeks "I can do as I please Y/n, You should just be quite about it. Green doesn't suit you" he mocked her, Y/n was displeased but there wasn't anything she could do

Muzan held her hand firmly in his, even though he liked teasing Y/n, he knew that if there was a demok women who would bear his kids - It would be Y/n

Bonus

Y/n took a seat at his office, she was summoned by him. It wasnt the first time she was here, making herself at home she ordered his maid to make her a tea "Its good to see you my Muzan-sama" she greeted him with a yawn "Y/n...didnt I told you my opinion about you wearing short skirts" Muzan questioned her, his eyes still carved into paper work, oops. After he made it clear that she belonged to him, muzan hated seeing her wearing too revealing clothes "I didnt punish you, and I wont" this sentence made Y/n smile. But she knew he will want to receive something from her later. "I've been so good to you lately, you've been walking around as you please" he said in mocking tone "Y/n dont you think you are too selfish?" Y/n giggled at his words "So what are our conclusions" he asked, taking another paper. When he aske it, the answer always was 'I will change Muzan-sama' or 'I understand that I failed and I will do as you please' but Y/n was too goofy that day. Like a tiger she made her way closer to him, she sat bare ass on his table in front of him. Her legs on his papers. This made Muzan look at her instantly "The conclusions..." she questioned before gently cupping Muzans cheeks "That you are the best thing in my life" Muzan was dumbfounded, her little joke resulting in brutal make out session on his lap

[imaginedisish]

Let It Be (Crowley x Reader) Good Omens

A/N: OOOOHHH MY GOD HEY GUYS SO IM OFFICIALLY BACK!!!! I’m a little bit rusty, so this first imagine is probably going to be a little bad. BUT!!! IM BACK. OMFG IM SO HAPPY AHHHH!!! So this imagine is half based on a request about Crowley and the reader starting out as friends, and then beginning to date, and half just something I needed to write. Life has been hard, but writing this helped. The title, and some parts of the imagine are based on Let It Be by The Beatles. I hope you guys enjoy!!! Keep requesting!!! AHHH!!! IM SO EXCITED TO BE BACK YOU HAVE NO IDEA. ENJOY! (P.s I will write for our ineffable husbands...pls just request)

Summary: Crowley comforts the reader after the reader receives devastating news. Crowley takes the opportunity to reveal a secret he’s been keeping for a long time. (College au)

Warnings: Language, depressive thoughts, depression, mental breakdown, some angst, overall sadness, mentioned and implied death of loved one(s). OH AND FLUFF AS ALWAYS ITS FLUFFY DONT WORRY.

Word Count: 1,964

When I find myself in times of trouble, Mother Mary comes to me

Speaking words of wisdom, let it be

And in my hour of darkness she is standing right in front of me

Speaking words of wisdom, let it be

You anxiously shuffle around your apartment as Let It Be by the Beatles plays from the record player in your dining room. The wood floors underneath your feet are cold and unwelcoming; a sharp chill rolls down your spine. The city lights glare through your window as the sound from the streets below boom throughout your apartment. Tears begin to fill your eyes, making everything around you a blurry mess. At this point, it had all become far too much for you to handle. 

This year had been a terrible one. You felt as though you were consistently losing everyone around you. It lead you to question whether or not anything had a purpose anymore. Everything had been out of your control for so long, that it seemed as though things could never go back to normal. You were waiting for that light at the end of the tunnel, but it was nowhere to be seen. 

The final straw, unfortunately, was the passing of your aunt. The worst part of it all was how far you were from your family. You were a junior attending NYU, and the semester was about to end. All you had to do was take finals, and you were free for the summer. Then, suddenly, your mother called you with the news. You felt numb, useless, and purposeless. Life seemed so dark, so short, so impossible. 

What am I supposed to do now? You think to yourself. What’s the point of all this? You begin to sob uncontrollably. You know your neighbors can hear you through your walls, but you don’t care anymore. It was all too much for you to deal with. 

Suddenly, you hear a familiar voice, dragging you away from your dark thoughts. “Hello? (Y/N)?”, the voice calls, followed by a knock at the door. You stand up, trembling as you walk towards the door. 

“Crowley? I-Is that y-you?” You stutter, sniffling as you try your best to be loud enough to be heard through the door. You wanted it to be him with everything in you. Crowley had been there for you since the beginning of college. Through thick and thin, he stood by your side. 

You two had met in Central Park in September of your freshman year, and coincidentally realized you both were students at NYU. Something drew you together, and you two had been close ever since. Aside from your tastes in music, you and Crowley were polar opposites. He was tough, and had a sort of “bad boy” exterior. You on the other hand, were soft and kind. You were an English Major, and Crowley was a Chem Major. You were like an angel, and he was much more like a demon. In many ways, you two balanced each other out. 

What Crowley was completely unaware of, however, were your feelings for him. Practically from the day you met him, you knew Crowley was going to be an important part of your life. 

You knew you were going to fall in love with him. 

“Yes, of course it’s me. Now let me in,” Crowley commands. Without hesitating, you swing the door open. 

There was Crowley, his red hair spiked up, his black, circular sunglasses resting on the bridge of his nose. 

Crowley removes his sunglasses from his face, something he rarely did. He looks you up and down, quickly recognizing that something was wrong. He noticed the red blotchiness of your face, and how tangled your hair was.

He looks down at your hands, which are shaking uncontrollably at your side. A concerned look appears on Crowley’s face. He steps inside quickly, and slams the door behind him. 

You instantaneously feel his arms wrap around your body, pulling you tightly into his chest. “I don’t know what happened, love, but I’m here,” Crowley whispers in your ear, shocking you a bit. He was normally much tougher than this. Seeing this side of him was different. It was far from the Crowley you had come to know. 

“Whatever you need, I’m here. I’m not going anywhere,” Crowley says as you grip onto his shoulders, and dig your face into his chest. 

You two stay like that for a bit, until you calm down enough to separate from him. Crowley brings a hand to your face, softly wiping away your tears with his thumb. You sniffle softly, waiting for Crowley to ask for more information. 

He opens his mouth. “So, do I get to know what happened?” There it was, the question you were dreading. 

“M-my…” You trail off, unable to finish your sentence. Crowley grabs your hands, holding them in his own. 

“You can tell me, love. I’m here,” His yellow eyes meet yours as they beg for some sort of a response. It’s clear his intensions are good. It’s clear all he wants to do is help. This was so out of character for Crowley. He was never like this. 

“My aunt died, C-Crowley,” You struggle to say as your stare travels from Crowley’s eyes to the floor below you. 

You can feel Crowley’s grip on your hands grow tighter. “I’m so sorry love,” Crowley says, stepping closer to you. “What do you want me to do?” He asks, his hands refusing to let go of yours. 

“J-just stay with me, please,” You whisper.

“Of course, (Y/N),” Crowley says, pulling you back into his arms. You press your face against his chest as his cologne fills the air around you. He smells like vanilla and cigarettes. The two scents somehow balance each other out. “Is there anything else I can do to help?” He asks. 

“N-nothing, Crowley. There isn’t anything anyone can do,” You manage to say. “Honestly I don’t even know what to do anymore,” You pause, catching your breath. “School is so fucking hard. I really don’t think I can do this anymore. It feels like absolute hell. I keep losing people, and I’m so sick of it. I can’t fucking do this anymore. I mean it.” 

Crowley lets go of your hands. “Well, you aren’t going to lose me.” He steps even closer now, his nose just inches away from your face. “And you can count on that, alright?” 

You’re taken back by his words yet again. Crowley wasn’t one for emotions like this.

Regardless, you nod your head in response. “Alright.”  More than anything else at this point, you feel confused. Crowley has never acted like this before. It was a side of him you had never seen. Of course, over the years, he had obviously helped you through things. However, it was never like this. It was usually tough love, or advice; never the “mushy” stuff. 

He walks further into your apartment now, finding his way to the kitchen. He opens your fridge, and takes out a dark, red apple. He opens one of your drawers and finds a knife, and he proceeds to cut the apple up. 

You look at him, confusion clearly written all over your face. “What? You need eat something. Go sit down while I get this ready. I’ll make you some tea too,” Crowley says softly. 

You’re even more confused than before. “This just…” You don’t even know what to say anymore. “This isn’t like you, Crowley,” You say, a slight smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. 

“What do you mean, love?” Crowley asks, busy at work in the kitchen. “Am I not allowed to take care of you?” 

Your smile grows bigger. “No, it’s just not like you to be…well…”

Crowley finishes your sentence. “Caring? Loving?” He giggles a bit. “Well, it’s you, so it’s different.”

Different? You think to yourself. 

“What about me is different?” You can’t help but ask, making your way into the kitchen now. 

“Everything,” Crowley says, his eyes stuck on the apple he was cutting. “That was actually the reason why I came by, tonight (Y/N). There’s something I need to tell you.” Your heart jumps into your throat. Crowley had never been this vulnerable with you. 

Your mind is racing with thoughts. Could this actually be happening right now? Could Crowley actually have…no, no way. Crowley will never feel for me the way I feel about him, You think.  

“What do you need to tell me?” You ask, stepping closer to Crowley. He puts the knife down, and takes a deep breath. He seems stressed, uneasy. 

“Never mind. Now isn’t the right time. You’re going through so much right now, and I really don’t want to add more stress unto you,” Crowley says, shaking his head and picking up the knife again. 

You take another step towards him. “You could never add more stress to me, Crowley. So, tell me what’s on your mind.” 

Crowley puts the knife down a second time, and closes his eyes. “I, well…you see I…” he trails off, opening his eyes, staring deeply into your own. “I don’t know how to say this.”

“Just say it, Crowley.” 

“I’m not good with all this ‘feelings’ bullshit. I’ve already done far more emotionally in the past five minutes than I have in my entire life. Can’t I just get a free pass? Save this whole speech for another day?” Crowley groans, stepping away from the counter. 

“Speech?” You ask. “What speech?”

“Nothing,” Crowley says, crossing his arms across his chest. 

“Oh come on. Just tell me Crowley!” You beg. 

Crowley says nothing. 

“Say it already. How hard can it be to-,”

“I’m in love with you,” Crowley blurts out. 

“I-,I…” You’re at a loss for words. You had been waiting for Crowley to say that for three years, and you were convinced it was never going to happen. 

“I knew I was going to fall in love with you that day in the park,” Crowley says, his yellow, golden eyes searching yours frantically. He brings a hand up to comb through his red hair. “Every day from there on out was better because of you.” He pauses, collecting his thoughts. “I know you don’t feel the same, but I just had to get this out of my system. I love you, (Y/N), and I have for quite some time. I just couldn’t keep ignoring it. I couldn’t just let it be anymore.” 

“Crowley, I-,”

“I’ll go now. I’m so terribly sorry for this,” Crowley says, making his way towards the door. 

“Crowley wait!” You say, following after him. “I love you too,” He stops in his tracks, and whips around to face you. 

“Y-you love me too?” Crowley asks in disbelief. 

“Yes, of course I do, Crowley.” You say. “I’ve loved you from the very beginning.” He stares at you, dumbfounded. 

“Are you serious right now?” He asks. 

You roll your eyes. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

He takes a few steps closer to you.  

He cups your right cheek with his hand. “Then I’m sorry I’ve waited so long to do this,” Crowley says. Suddenly, his lips come crashing down on yours. 

His lips are soft and warm. The moment fills you with the sense of purpose you once thought was lost. 

Crowley pulls his lips apart from yours. 

“Better late than never,” You say, a smile spreading across your face. 

And when the broken-hearted people living in the world agree

There will be an answer, let it be

For though they may be parted, there is still a chance that they will see

There will be an answer, let it be

[roxyaddams]

Sanders Sides High School AU!

Better known as AUs Nobody Asked For Part 5! (I think.)

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Roman walked through the doors of Sanders High on the first day of his sophmore year.

He glanced down at his phone, the screen currently displaying his schedule for the year. His first class was Art 1. He pumped his fist in excitement as he speed walked through the halls towards the class. He quickly took a seat in the middle of the classroom, not too close to the teacher, but enough to show that he actually cared. There were several other students in the class already, most sitting near the front, or in the back. "This bitch empty! YEET!" A voice shouted and Roman groaned as his twin brother walked into the room. He watched an empty soda can fly through the air and hit the head of student sitting in the back. The boy took off his headphones and stood up.

"Try me, bitch." The male replied, his voice deep. Only one of his eyes was visible, the other being covered by purple bangs. He wore a black hoodie with patches of purple fabric sewn on. His visible eye had black eyeshadow applied under it. The boy was the definition of emo. "You tickle me, emo." Remus replied.

The teacher, Joan, walked in, an orange beanie on their head. "Class, sit down, and Remus stop throwing things." They already sounded done with the class.

"For our first project, you will have an assigned partner and you must create a piece that incorporates both of your art styles." They announced. A few students seemed excited, but Roman knew he wouldn't enjoy the assignment.

He worked better by himself, or with Remus. He didn't need someone there to stifle his creativity. Mx. Joan had begun listing off their partners. "Roman Garcia, your partner for this project is Virgil Storm." Roman watched as the emo boy in the back slumped back in his chair. So that was Virgil.

Roman tuned out until it was time to get with their partners, drawing on his hand with a white gel pen. When it was time for the class to go to their partners, Roman looked at Virgil with expectancy. Virgil made eye contact with him, and gestured his thumb towards the seat next to him. Roman huffed, grabbing his bag and sitting down next to Virgil.

As soon as Roman sat down Virgil began to speak. "We can do a painting, and you can do the main character and I can do the background. Knowing the differences in our style, they can compliment each other well if we do this." Virgil explained.

Roman's eyes widened. "And what makes you think I want to do that?" Virgil narrowed his eyes, "Umm, I don't know, getting a good grade?"

"I can still do that without your plan." Roman replied. Virgil pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance. "I knew I was stupid thinking that having Roman Garcia as a partner could turn out well." The emo muttered. "Excuse me?!" Roman gasped.

Virgil rolled his eyes. "Listen, Sir-Sing-A-Lot, let's just work together for this project and then we can go back to ignoring each other's existence, just like we always have. Alright?" Roman let out a huff. "I happen to like that name, so joke's on you. And fine. We can do your plan."

The two spent the rest of the period planning out the drawing and the composition of it.

~~

Virgil sat down next to Ethan, Emile, and Remus, Ethan's arm around a cheerful teen, with large round glasses. "Hey, V, this is my boyfriend, Patton." Virgil gave a small two fingered salute to Patton before sitting and beginning to eat his lunch.

"Hey, kiddo! It's nice to meet you!" Patton said. Ethan sent a glare towards Virgil, the said to talk to Patton or else. "Its nice to meet you too, I guess." Virgil replied quietly. Just as Patton was about to say something else, a teacher came up to the table.

"Mr. Storm, do you know where your sister is?" The teacher asked. "You never told me you had a sister!" Emile exclaimed. "I don't." Virgil replied, turning to the teacher, "He will be here tomorrow." The teacher walked away, and Virgil turned forwards and crossed his arms. The table made small talk until it was time to head to their next class.

The rest of the day went by quickly for Virgil, save for P.E. He and Roman shared that class along with drama. Virgil believed it should be illegal to be that handsome. He looked like a Greek statue, and Virgil hated it.

When he reached his house, Virgil leisurely walked upstairs to his room, dropping his bag on the floor and flopping into his bed, his face landing on the pillow. He stayed there for a while, too busy disassociating to hear a car pull into the driveway.

A male walked into the emo's bedroom, taking a long sip of his iced coffee, lifting his sunglasses up with his free hand. "Really, girl? No big "Welcome Home!" party for your fabulous older brother? You didn't even have a cute boy on standby." Remy said. Virgil let out a loud groan into his pillow.

"That bad, huh?" Remy asked, maneuvering his way through the minefield of items on the floor to sit on the bed. Virgil was silent for a minute. "You didn't suffocate there, did you?" He asked. Virgil turned his head, the pillow no longer able to muffle his speech. "I hate life." Virgil declared.

Remy rolled his eyes. "It's a boy, isn't it?" Virgil's face went red, and he stammered, trying to form a cohesive sentence. "Wha- No- I- How- Why would you think that?!" Remy laughed. "Sweetie, you're easier to read than a Buzzfeed article."

Virgil sighed, "He's a huge jerk, but damn if he isn't hot." "Mood." Remy said. "So, what's this boy's name?" Virgil muttered something Remy couldn't decipher. "What was that, babe?" Slightly louder, Virgil answered, "Roman Garcia."

Remy nearly dropped his starbucks. "Holy shit. You have the hots for Roman Garcia? That boy goes through boyfriends faster than I do!" "I know, which is why I'm going to keep all my emotions right here and then one day I'll die." Virgil lamented. "Quoting John Mulaney in relation to your love life? Girl, that's sad." Remy stated.

"Like you haven't." Virgil said. "Rude much?" Remy retorted. "Sorry." Virgil mumbled in response. "Hey, V, why dont I go make some popcorn and then we can make fun of some dumb horror movies until Mom and Ma get home?" Virgil grinned, "That sounds great."

[smallgirl10101]

My 3Below OC

Hi!

I'm no good at art but at least I'm good at writing or descriptions!

So that's what I'm here to do!

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So Ania, yes I used my name I am quite aware, is a human that lives in Arcadia Oaks.

Shes 15 years old and works at the coffee shop, the record store, and any other job she can find. She lives with her uncle. She is American on her fathers side and Russian on her mothers side. While she does not speak in a Russian accent she can speak Russian very fluently.

When she was around ten years old her parents and her little sister were killed by a home invader. Her uncle, her fathers older brother, was the only living relative that could take her in. He didnt like that fact that she was living in his house for free so he made her take multiple jobs at a young age.

She is selfless, kind, protective, and fiery. She would be the adult in the group, making sure everyone was taken care of. She would also be the one lecturing someone if they made a mistake. She is home schooled but the main subject she focuses on is English Literature. Shes a fantastic writer and loves to show her work or say her opinion through speech.

She has short brown hair with bangs on the right side of her face, emerald green eyes, and 5,1. Shes extremely short for someone her age and shes sort of on the chubby side. She wears a dark purple blouse, a black pencil skirt, and black high heels. She also wears a silver rose necklace, and black rose ear rings that belonged to her mother, with big round glasses in her face.

One day as she was having her break she saw a boy she had never seen before walk in front of the coffee shop. Her boss/uncle told her to offer him a sample of their new coffee, since there weren't many people in that day. She obeyed and offered it to the boy. He was... weird. Not funny weird just... weird. He acted as if he had no clue what she was talking about. He was a teenager who didnt know what coffee was, which was pretty rare. She took him into the shop where she gave him a cup... that he spit all over the floor. She was kind to him non the less, even though she had to mop up the coffee and got yelled at by her uncle later. She offered him a seat at her table since she was still technically on her break.

The boy introduced himself as Krel Tarron. 'Strange name for a kid. Maybe hes from another country?' Through out the rest of the evening they talked, laughed, smiled, and over all had an amazing conversation for a good 3 hours. That was until she saw something in his eyes... they were... black? And glowing? She asked him about it and all the boy could say was, "Kleb!" Before he rushed out of the shop.

Over the next few weeks the boy had come to the coffee shop to talk to her or just see her. They had become close friends and knew almost everything about each other.

She had to admit he was rude at times, quite full of himself, but she knew he meant well. He was her only friend really. Since she was homeschooled and her uncle didnt exactly let her out of his sight she didnt have time for friends.

She would show him her stories and he would show her his inventions. They were pretty impressive. They looked like something right out of a sci-fi movie.

While Ania was indeed a very intelligent girl she was also extremely clueless. Krel didnt realize his feelings for her until the day her uncle allowed her to attend public school.

They both had language arts together and apparently there was a short story paper due. Even though she was new and just attended school that day she was the first to raise her hand. She always kept her journals in her bookbag and they were filled with different stories. When the teacher called on her she rushed to the front of the room with a smile on her face.

Krel rolled his eyes and chuckled to himself watching her so excited. He leaned back in his chair and listened. His eyes got wider and wider with each sentence she read, with such passion and excitement. He gulped as he felt his core suddenly warm up. "What is this feeling?"

Weeks went by and he acted differently around Ania then he usually would. His face would warm up spontaneously, his hands would shake, and he was ruder then usual. He didnt know what to do. He was so confused and frustrated. He ran straight home after his hang out with Ania hadnt gone as he had hoped. He thought he might be sick. Aja was listening in on her younger brothers conversation with the mothership. She screamed as she ran over and spun her brother around. "AJA! PUT ME DOWN AT ONCE!" "A CRUSH!" "... What?" "YOU HAVE A CRUSH LITTLE BROTHER! YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON ANASTASIA!" "... What? No! That's impossible! Shes a human! I could never find humans attractive! Of course, I do believe Anastasia is quite intelligent and witty and humorous and she is enjoyable to talk to and shes the only human on this mud ball that I see as an equal but that doesnt mean I- ... kleb."

Even though it was extremely obvious that Krel had feelings for Ania, she didnt even notice. It was painful to watch. Especially when Aja and Steve would help Krel get Anias attention, giving her compliments or gifts, and she would usually say, "Awww! Thanks Krel! Stop being such a sweetheart will ya?" Steve once had to hold Aja back from just blurting it out or more or less screaming it out.

The day Ania learned what they were was an eventful day for everyone.

She was locking up the coffee shop, like every night, when someone was thrown above her. They landed in an ally way in a pile of garbage.

Being the curious and worried person that she was she slowly walked toward them.

"H-Hey... um... are you ok?" She could see something glowing from under the trash.

"D-DONT COME ANY CLOSER!"

"Look I'm not gonna- Krel? Oh my God are you ok!?"

"UM Y-YES! PERFECTLY FINE! I DO NOT REQUIRE ASSISTANCE! YOU MAY LEAVE!"

"... Krel you were just thrown across the street. I'm pretty sure you'll need some assistance. Is that your phone or-" She went for his hand- hands? "What in the-"

He tried to cover himself with the trash but the bag had ripped and trash was scattered everywhere.

She looked down at her friend, well who she thought was her friend, he was... she had no idea what he was. Her eyes widened.

Krel slowly stood with his four arms up, "Ok. Do not freak out. I have a perfectly normal and nonbizzare reason as to why I look like this."

She took a step back, "Wha- How- What are-" She fainted. He caught her with his four arms.

He sighs. "Great." He threw down his serrator and it turned into a overboard. He jumped onto it and flew to the mothership.

When she woke up she was greeted by three big blue... things. She screamed and backed up. "WH-WHO ARE YOU!? WHA-WHAT ARE YOU!? AM I DREAMING!? DID I ACCIDENTLY DRINK THE ALCOHOLIC COFFEE!?"

"Sweet Saklos stop screaming! Your fine!"

"... Krel?" She looks at the other two. "... Aja? ... Mr. Vex?"

"THE HUMAN KNOWS TOO MUCH! SHE MUST BE DESTROYED!" Vex turns his serrator into a sword.

Aja stands in front of her. "We are not killing her! She will not tell anyone!"

"Tell anyone what!? Can SOMEONE explain to me what's happening!? What are you guys!?"

The three look at each other. The big one, whom she assumed was Mr. Vex, groaned and put down his weapon. They explained to her what they were, who they were, and how they got here. Her eyes grew wider with every word. By the end of it she was in a state of complete shock.

"Please do not start screaming again." Krel rubbed the back of his neck. "You... do not fear us... do you?"

Ania, surprisingly, threw her arms around Krels neck and pulled him into a hug. She laughed.

"ARE YOU KIDDING!? I JUST FOUND OUT MY BEST FRIENDS ARE ALIENS FROM ANOTHER PLANET! IM THRILLED! I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS!"

Krels face has never been brighter. His core warmed up quickly and he was stiff as a board. He didn't know what to do at that moment. He chuckled and slowly wrapped his four arms around the small round girl.

She snickered after a few moments. "... Krel? You, heh, you can let go of me now."

His eyes widen and he quickly pulled away. "Y-Yes well. I'm sure you will not see us the same."

"Hmmm... I don't know. Awkward, check! Dorky, check! Intelligent, check! Cocky, check! Kinda full of himself, check!" She let's go and stands on top of the couch. She ruffles his hair. "Poofy hair, check!" She cups his face. "Adorable facial features, double check!" She smiles. "I'm describing Krel Tarron just as I would describe Prince Krel Tarron of Akiridion-4 or 5 or whatever! Your still my best friend!"

Krel smiled widely. He couldnt help but stare.

"Pfff what are YOU staring at? I'm not the one with four arms and glowing blue skin Mr. Tarron."

His eyes widened and he stood back so her hands were no longer on his face. He glared. "I am not STARING! I would never stare at YOU! You were the one that decided to cup my face!" He groaned. "Now I smell of coffee and lavendar! Ugh! Disgusting!" He stomped to his lab.

She raises an eye brow. "What was that all about?"

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And that's it! I know its not as good as others I'm sure you've seen but hey... at least I tried!

~ Anastasia

[firstpuffin]

Changing elements of existing characters; race, sex etc

I remember when the F4ntastic Four movie came out in 2015 (and seriously, F4ntastic? What is this, the 90’s again?) and we saw that the new Human Torch was… different. There was some concern, admittedly even from me, about this change. I mean, Johnny Storm is white, right? Why cast a black actor?

  Well I could have let that slide without issue as long as they explained, even with just one sentence to not take up too much time, why his sister is white and him black. Yes, there could be a hundred-score reasons why, but it is unintuitive. Since then I have grown up and don’t mind nearly so much, but this “issue” comes up again and again. The new Doctor in Doctor Who is a woman and there has been rumour about a black James Bond floating around for a while. My favourite superhero died and there was a fuss when he was replaced by a black kid; Tony Stark let a black girl replace him as Iron Man (or whatever name she went by) and there was a fuss both times. Are you seeing the pattern?

  Established heroes are being replaced by children!

�� I’m kidding.

  But there is always a fuss when a beloved character is changed and I must admit, a black James Bond would bother me. A female James Bond would bother me; the first and least important reason is that James Bond is an established white male character and a lot of his stories would be different if he wasn’t. The other characters in his stories would treat him differently, he would have had different experiences and would not be the same person.

  More importantly though, it’s kind of insulting (not to me mind, I’m a white male) that people seem to think that the James Bond brand is what’s needed to carry a black or female lead. Seriously, we already know that’s not the case, so make a brand-new character who fits your criteria. If you have the rights then put them in the same world as James Bond, sure. That could be fun.

  A female Doctor doesn’t bother me because it works in-world; they established long ago that it was possible to regenerate into a different sex so it’s cool. It works.

  It’s just a shame the writing was crap. Fingers crossed for the 2020 series.

  There were rumours for a while that Spider-Man, no cross that, Peter Parker was going to be gay in an upcoming movie. This didn’t happen and I’m glad. I probably shouldn’t be but I am. See, I let a lot slide in comic book universes because there is the multiverse and as long as we don’t know which universe exactly the story is based in, there is nothing wrong with Peter being gay. But again, why not make a new character who happens to be gay?

  Isn’t it offensive to think that a gay Spider-Man has to be the original?

  This is where Miles Morales comes in. He’s not a black Peter Parker, he’s a brand-new character. And yes, you could say my above argument should apply here, after-all it’s still the Spider-Man brand. But Spider-Man is pretty unique in that there has generally only been Peter Parker. Yes there is Miguel O’Hara in the future and similar variants but many superhero mantles have been picked up by other characters, but Peter Parker is usually Spider-Man and no-one steps up to take his place if he dies or vanishes.

  Except maybe Ben Reilly, Peter’s clone.

  But even if he wasn’t unique, it wouldn’t matter. Do you know how many Spider-Women there have been? Including another of Peter’s clones?

  So when the Peter Parker of the Ultimate universe dies, Miles Morales comes along and tries to pick up the slack. This is just comic book tradition, and it works. I like Miles Morales. He brings a freshness to the Spider-Man story; seriously, screw Uncle Ben I want to see more Uncle Aaron.

  Speaking of Uncle Aaron, I was a fan of Prowler when it was still Hobie Brown under the mask, but multiverse so whatever.

  So changes thanks to the multiverse is cool, as is taking up another hero’s mantle. What else am I okay with? Well for starters, if something is done well.

  It seems a lot of Iron Man fans weren’t too happy with the Mandarin but, and maybe this is because I didn’t know a whole lot of Iron Man lore, I thought that the twist was amazing. That is how you do a trailer. They set up this mysterious terrorist (yawn) who was dominating the Middle East, only for that to be a façade for the real villain. As a twist this is not only amazing but was set up incredibly well.

  And then there is Michelle Jones from Spider-Man: Homecoming who we discover is MJ right at the end. She is quite possibly as far from the MJ we know as is possible but then again, she isn’t Mary-Jane Watson. I really like what they are doing here, using an established character whose relationship with the hero pops up in nearly every iteration, to hint at future sub-plots without actually being the same character.

 So I’ve been pretty positive about the idea of “changing” a character, so why am I bringing this up? Because it doesn’t matter how justified the change is, the execution can ruin it. Doctor Who is a prime example of this.

I was pretty excited to see a woman portray the Doctor because there is a lot in his (I use the male pronoun for a reason) character that you don’t often see in female characters. Matt Smith was amazing at portraying an old man in a young man’s body; he was a treat to watch. Tennant, Smith and Capaldi were all very good at showing a character who was old, who knew, and had experienced, far more than any human could match. He took the lead, got angry when he needed to and had a fire in his belly, a sliver of ice in his heart, usually hidden by a cheerful and possibly forced optimism.

  To see that kind of female character would be new and awesome.

  Instead we had infantile episodes more focused on preaching than actually telling a story. I don’t know if Whitaker can act, I don’t know if she is up to the job of being the Lonely God, because we didn’t get to see it. I’ve been watching the old episodes, by which I mean 1963 onwards and I’ve just revisited the 2005 onwards series’; two companions really has to be the maximum number of companions and if there is a third then they should be the Doctor’s equal. Otherwise the Doctor gets ignored.

  River Song was never just a companion and while you could say that her presence detracted from his, it was in a good way that allowed the characters to bounce off of each other. In series 11 with Whitaker we saw more of Ryan and Graham’s relationship than we did the Doctor herself, that is when they don’t pause the episode to dump exposition onto the viewers (I’m looking at you, episode 3).

  Of course as far as I’m concerned, the greatest sin occurred in the second episode: she gives up. The Doctor gives up. For no good goddamn reason. Okay so there is a reason. Her time-machine, which has been coming and going for centuries isn’t there at that very moment! She didn’t see it disappear, not to return for another hundred years; it just wasn’t there yet and she knew it was due any moment. What the fu-?!

  Who is this woman? Certainly not the Doctor who chases away fleets of spaceships with a speech.

-what a speech- 

  How about another example? You may have heard of Spider-Gwen (don’t worry she doesn’t actually go by that name, that would be stupid), her series is based on Earth-65 as opposed to the mainstream series which is Earth-616 (who numbers these?). I don’t want to talk about her, although I totally could. I like her and what they wanted to do, even if the execution was poor. No, I’m bringing up the Earth-65 Captain America: a black woman called Samantha Wilson.

  The agenda behind that can already be practically tasted but I prefer not to whine about such things and she seems okay as a character. My problem is that if she went through the same process as Steve Rogers, which she did, then why isn’t she ripped like Steve? Seriously, that guy is jacked in virtually every incarnation so why isn’t she? Because she’s a woman and thus her biology is different? I think it’s safe to say that that is BS and the only reason she isn’t covered in rippling muscle is because it wouldn’t look sexy.

-seriously? Trump is Modok? He’s even quoting Trump! Urgh, the taste of agendas-

  Men can be huge but women? Nope.

  I don’t mind Gwen not being massive, depending on the artist then Peter can be pretty skinny too. But double-standards much?

 I’m going to close up here. I don’t mind changes to established characters so long as it makes sense: taking up the mantle of a superhero, an alternate universe or possible in the established canon; I do however think that rather than changing an established character, a new character should be made. But while I often like to see these new (or sometimes “new”) characters, I will not force myself to like something if the execution is poor.

[zip-toonz]

Posting this again but with all the info I currently have (Set Up as close to the DanganRonpa Wiki As Possible (minor edits and no japanese as i'm not a native speaker and know minimal words) @official-kodaka What do you think 

Edit: Edited this to say science/pet sitter since I had an encounter where she was called invalid for not having her title be a school subject so she uses both depending on who is calling her. at times its Li’l ultimate science and at others  its li’l ultimate (class) pet sitter 

The inbetween for this (since some thin it has to be school related and others do not is lil ultimate class pet sitter. since some schools have class pets that are taken home over the weekend and watched by a student)

what i mean by science is mainly the Biology aspect of it and by pet sitter i mean class pet sitter mainly but she also deals with pet care business as a whole

Quote- Bork! Animal Abuse Is A Big No No And Adults Who Think Its Okay Deserve To Be Hit By A Car! Bork Bork!! ` Fanganronpa Another Episode

Sugimura Yamazaki Is a character featured in Fanganronpa Another Episode: Ultra Despair Girls

Sugimura is one of the Six members of the Warriors of Hope, in charge of the “Pet Master Class”. She has the title of li’l ultimate Science/pet sitter (Super Elementary School level Class Science/pet sitter).

Sugimura has a robot called “Beast Robot Hell Hound Fenrir”, with special attacks such as Slash Attack Punishment (Physical Attack) and Hell Hound Howl (Indirect attack that Involves Fire being expelled through the mouth of the robot). 

Sugimura Is executed by Monokuma Kids after she lost her fight against Komaru Naegi and Toko Fukawa in chapter 3 (shifting Kotoko’s & Nagisa’s Fights back), but somehow survived and was seen with the other Warriors of hope members at the end of the game. 

Appearance 

Sugimura is an elementary school-aged girl. She has Long purple hair pulled into bun pigtails similar to a character from a magical girl anime and darker purple eyes with paw prints acting as irises. she wears a silver unbranded paw print hair clip since their is no confirmed “pet master emblem”.  (she considers the pawprints the emblem in themselves) 

she wears a pleated black skirt with matching black suspenders which have silver paw print clasps and a black cat hoodie similarly attached with round silver clasp. As well as a white long sleeve shirt with the sleeves rolled and a black choker that resembles a color with a silver dog tag engraved with a heart. she wraps her left arm with a bandage to cover the scars of an animal scratches. she completes her look with black calf high boots and white knee highs. The silver Warriors of Hope badge is located on her brush bag attached to a right side belt loop on her skirt. 

Personality

Sugimura is a mild manner girl who love all animals. she collects stuffed toys that resemble her favorite animal bears as well as any others she can get her hands on. she has a thing for Organization and tidiness especially when it comes to ones physical appearance specifically hair or fur. Thus she always carries combs and brushes 

Sugimura has a “furry” or “animal” like speech pattern as she often starts sentences with an animal like noise  such as “bork” or “mew” and ending them with “bork” or “grr/hiss” depending on the context of the sentence. 

Sugimura Is Cheerful, Well mannered, meek at points, and is probably the most childish of group. She has a caring personality most likely due to her title and is the kindest to Jataro out of the six. she however doesn't get along well with Nagisa due to his harsh reactions hes has with kurokuma. Like the others she tries to stay on Monaca’s good side and often brings her small tokens of their friendship when ever she has something to offer.

Sugimura loved taking care of animals and would take in any stray she found for as long as possible. Now that most animals are absent shes taken on the job of caring for kurokuma constantly brushing his fur when the opportunity arises. she also uses a damp towel or rag to “wash” his fur fearing a full plunge in water will short circuit him. A lot of her behaviors are just habits created during her time as an animal care taker especially animals that need regular grooming or bathing. Her “animal” like behavior is also a habit created during her time caring for animals as she thought they could understand her if she responded with their “native tongue”  and has never developed the habit. She Enjoyed science especially biology and excelled in the subject giving her a dual title.

Sugimura is one of the stronger members of the group as she’s grown use to picking up larger and heavier animals and fighting against them to get them into a tub. she is capable of picking up Kotoko, Nagisa and Jataro but has a more difficulty with picking up masaru. She helps with heavy lifting Gladly but some things are impossible with just her and masaru. “ Its a team effort!” ~ sugimura

Due to trauma caused by parental abandonment, Sugimura has a Strong fear of abandonment by adult figures and has an occasional  trigger for people leaving for long periods of time and any thought of being abandoned by another being.But its nothing compared to Kotoko’s “gentle” Trigger. Supposingly because of junko’s influence she wants to make adults exclusively the ones she considers  Demons experience what she had by killing their loved ones isolating them and making them feel alone and forgotten.  she is bitter and untrusting of adults fearing that they’ll abandon her too if she happens to get to close.

Skills and abilities 

Li’l Ultimate Pet Sitter 

Sugimura was an extremely talented child Scientist/pet care specialist who grew popular though her knowledge on even the most exotic of animals. shes cares for all animals exceptionally. during her introduction she is shown caring for a group of animals cheerfully. 

History 

Prior to tragedy 

Sugimura was born and raised in Towa city. she was a Science/animal care prodigy who’s talent shone after she showed advanced knowledge of a wide variety of animals on a zoo trip. Her mother was a Teacher and her father a lawyer. 

when she was about 10 her parents left her under the care of her grandparents who later passed causing her to be admitted into an orphanage. Her parents never returned for her but were never confirmed dead or alive. she felt abandoned Thus loathed and lost hope in them returning. despite her talent her parents grew to believe she was a burden. Holding them back in a way and left her under someone else's care so they could pursue greater career opportunities. she didn't mind at first as her grandmother was someone she loved dearly and she believed her parent would return but after her passing she began to grow bitter with her only joy coming from science books/caring for animals. due to the experience she developed athazagoraphobia as a result. 

Sugimura didn’t want to ever be abandoned again so she distanced herself from adults and even certain groups of children. she wished her parents would come back for a small amount of time before giving up hope entirely. The Fear made it hard for her to be adopted by another family

Sugimura was also part of Hope’s peak Elementary school  and was put in the class of troublemakers alongside Monaca Towa, Nagisa Shingetsu, Jataro Kemuri, and Masaru Diamon. 

Although Sugimura was on the verge of committing suicide along with the others, Junko enoshima appeared and convinced the children the adults were wrong and that they should create a paradise for children. shortly afterwards she tracked and murdered her parents. she reveals that she would never regret it and that they should have stayed if they wanted to live. 

(Skipping in game actions for now)

Execution

Main article: Punishment Of The Master

Relationships 

Kurokuma

Kurokuma was Sugimura’s advisor. Unlike the others she adored him finding his jokes funny and his company pleasing. She argued that they should keep him as he kept her company when the others were gone and gave her something to care for. Kurokuma enjoys that someone likes him and find him entertaining. 

Monaca Towa.

Sugimura always feared monaca and always tried to stay on her good side. she sensed that their was great power in monaca and despite her fear she trusted that monaca could make their paradise a reality

Jataro Kemuri 

Sugimura pitied Jataro and wished he let her get closer to him. However she understands his boundaries as she has her own too. she cared about Jataro when the others did not and seemed to be distressed by his death

Masaru Daimon 

She was really attached to Masaru considering him a great leader albeit a little whiny at times. They got along quite well and she admired his strength and agility calling him “A Cheetah!”. she was affected the most by his death and genuinely weeped at his funeral. 

Nagisa Shingetsu.

She had the worst relation with Nagisa having a distaste for his strict nature and cruel nature towards kurokuma (whom she adored). she would rather spend a year with monaca than an hour with Nagisa. she never picked up on his crush for monaca claiming he was incapable of loving something. She was bitter towards him considering him to be more like an adult than even Komaru at times

Ultimate Despair 

Junko Enoshima 

Sugimura, like the other four, have a special respect and love for Junko. She stopped their joint suicide by means of jumping off the elementary school’s roof and convinced them to not only kill the source of their despair, their parents, but to create a paradise for children by murdering all adults

(and thats it for now hope you dont mind all the reading )

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Alone (Evan X reader)

This is my first ever imagine so please don’t judge me too hard.

Warnings-a suicide attempt, language, a lot of musical references 

This was not requested but if anyone wants to request an imagine, I am down to write.

@a-second-hand-sorrow i finally posted it

  ‘I'm sorry Evan, I truly am'

With that I throw my phone to the unknown territory behind me. I didn't want to see what his response would be to my last goodbye, I didn't need that guilt.

 My glassy eyes gaze across the view In front of me. The forest seemed so small from the cliff flying high above all that the earth has created. If I wasn't so scared of heights this would have been a perfect moment of solitude but I didn't need solitude. I needed to feel something before I was going to be nothing.

 I needed the breeze blowing my hair into my face, I needed to smell the overpowering hug of pine and I needed to feel the tears fall down my face. I didn't need Evan coming here to stop me; he was the only reason I stuck round for so long. I mean he needed me; he was far too innocent to know that I needed him. So when he started to lie to those poor Murphy’s and left me all alone. I lost it.

 I tried to hard to stay for him, for so long but when he lost all the love he had for me. I lost all the hope I had in myself, all the belief I had that I could make it. I mean Jared tried to bring me back the moment he saw my sunken cheeks and blotchy face with puffy eyes but he wasn't Evan. He didn't need me now so I'm free to go. Time to finally be at peace, time to finally let Evan to live his chosen life without regret.

 With my last thoughts decided, my note resting on my desk and my last texts sent, it was finally time. I allow my legs to take a step closer to the edge. My body is trembling as I do ;like it's screaming at me to take a step away, that this isn't the way to go; my body is the only one that feels that way so I continue to my destination.

 A small forever passes but I finally reach the cliff edge. I can finally see the black abyss of my destination; there is nothing to stop me now so I take a moment. I take some time to feel the breeze whip my hair into my tear soaked face, I allow myself the time to sob over the fact this is the last time I will see the beloved forest of my youth, the place where Evan and I first met, the place of my first date, the place of my direct happiness. If I was going to end my life somewhere, I'm glad it's here.

 Feeling prepared I take a deep breath and..

"Y/N!" My heart breaks as I hear the sob of the person I didn't need here right now. "H...he..hey it's go..go..going to be o..Kay" a plead is shot into my heart as the voice of Evan tries his best.

"EVAN STOP, YOU DONT NEED TO LIE AND PLEAD TO ME. I’VE MADE UP MY MIND SO..” I pause as I can just feel Evans anxiety building, meaning I have to lower my voice. Even in my last moments all I can think about is Evan.” please just.. Just turn around a leave. " My voice echoes as I keep myself planted on the edge, looking at what's below. I can't look at Evan; I know what he will be like in a moment like this and don't want my last sighting to be his broken face.

  "I'm not going to leave you, I'd never leave you" Evan tries to plead at me again. I can just hear the tears trickling down his face but I block out that noise as I replace it with the deafening sound of anger.

"Bullshit” my voice is nothing but an angry whisper as I turn to face HIM. “You left me when You lied your way into the Murphy’s heart. You completely abandoned me" my anger radiates throughout the forest as I stare into the souls of his tear soaked eyes. " So don't tell me you will always be there. " I finally finish. A silence surrounds us as even computes my words, this just gives me time to truly look at him one last time. Even when tear ridden he is still creating a breeze in the forest in my stomach. His face may be a mess and his heart may be broken but he is the same old Evan The one who stutters and stumbles in he presence of people, the one who tries his best just not when it came to me.

 I stare at him for a few more moment as I watch his mouth try to form a coherent sentence. I almost give up and turn around when he finally pipes up " y/n please, I get it I've been a dick to you. I most likely shattered the hearts of the murphy’s. I've destroyed my friendship with Jared but what hurts most is I completely ignored you. I should have been there for you and noticed how you looked, how this would have affected you. Y/n you spent so much of your time on me and I spent little to none on you. You don't deserve me but you do deserve a future. Please y/n for the sake of all of those who love you and for the sake of you. Come here" His speech cuts into my souls not only because it's the most confidant he has ever been, but because I can tell he is really trying. He's trying to radiate power with his stance as he fights his tears back. His fear is remains evident as his shaking hand tries to reach for me.

  He must have put a spell upon me because I do what I never thought I would. I allow Evan to take me away from the place I wanted to be. I allow my hand to grasp his and I allow his warm arms to embrace my numb body. We don’t speak a word during the embrace or even when we start to make our way to the comforts of his car. There he sits me in the front seat and places our star gazing blanket around me. He comforts me as the adrenaline leaves my system and the breakdown enters, Words of comfort are sent into my ears and eskimo kisses are placed on my head as Evan tries his best.

 "Evan, I missed you" is the first thing I whisper into his chest the moment I've calmed down. "I've missed you too,” Evan, whispers to me as he kisses the top of my head "now it's time we got you to a hospital" my head snaps to look at his. His eyes are something I've never seen before. Stern, yet still full of concern and anxiety. "Please y/n I know you don't want to but it's what you need to do. Pl...Please" his voice wavers as his eyes long with me; begging for an answer. This sends warning signals into my mind. I know I need to do this, I mean I was just on the edge of a cliff. But if I go it means I'm finally admitting I have a problem, that I need medical help. Am I really ready to admit that?

   Epilogue thing

“So how have you been feeling lately?” my therapist asks as our session draws to a close.

“Well I guess I’ve been feeling like I’m on the road to recovery. I’m not always feeling like I'm a burden. I do have days where things aren’t great, like the world is all going in one direction and if I step outside I will disrupt the flow of it all” I exclaim as my therapist just nods along, writing down the useful parts of what I say. Most likely trying decipher a deeper meaning.

“I’m pleased to know that things are improving but I will still be seeing you next week.” Too that I am shooed away as I say a quick thank you.  The moment I exit the door I see an anxious boy in blue waiting for me with a wide smile and a cute little nose crinkle. He embraces me with wide arms and whispers into my ear “How was your session?” I remove my self from his surprisingly strong grip as we start to leave the office.

“It was good, I’ve been feeling better and I’m happy” I smile up at him but as I do I see tears in his eyes.

 I stop dead in my tracks, Moving so I'm facing him. “Hey, hey what’s up? Do you want to talk about it “ I ask softly. Evan gives me a small smile as tears escape his cheeks. Before I have a chance to wipe a tear away Evan softly speaks his response. “Its fine, its just that a few months ago you were standing on the edge of a cliff. Now.. now look at you.  You are the happiest I have seen you in a long time. I'm just so proud.” `With his last words I make sure no one is around, then I give him a small kiss.

“And I am so glad you know your way around a forest.”