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thelaurenshippen · 2 years ago
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Hi! Sorry if this is a stupid question, but I can't find transcripts for the Bridgewater podcast. Do those not exist? Or am I just not looking in the right place
hey! this isn't a stupid question at all - as far as I know, there aren't currently transcripts available on the Bridgewater website and there aren't plans to provide them. it's something I've suggested to the team in the past and will ask about again, but unfortunately different companies have different policies and I don't personally control what content gets put out there!
bridgies, does anyone know of any fanmade transcripts that exist out there?
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archangeldyke-all · 3 months ago
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Reader who's been hired as more muscle for the gang? Maybe Sev is a bit jealous and/or is mean to reader, but the reader plays this off by flirting/teasing Sev. And ends up topping her.
Jfdjhggj I need more bottom Sev in my life lmao
bottom sevika is the loml actually
men and minors dni
you cannot, for the fucking life of you, figure out why sevika hates you so much.
you've been working for silco for about six months now, and it's been great. the best job of your life. sure, you're constantly committing crimes and dodging punches, but silco pays well, you get unlimited drinks at the last drop, and you've found a great group of friends in all his other goons.
well, all of the goons except sevika. she despises you, and you've got no fucking idea why. you've been nothing but pleasant and respectful toward her, but lately your patience is starting to wear thin.
"everyone was great at the dropoff today, boss. ran saved us half an hour with some quick thinking and knife skills, and deckard was surprisingly accurate with his math."
"that's what i like to hear. any issues?" silco asks from his desk, where he's puffing on a cigar. your stomach sinks-- you know what's coming.
sevika's silver eyes flick over to you, a small smirk on her lips while she speaks. "the fuckin' rookie forgot to fill the van with gas." she says.
you scowl and scoff. "i did not! that was your fucking assignment-- i was in charge of driving!"
sevika's smirk turns into a grin-- it seems like the only thing she likes more than bothering you is when you fight back. "are you seriously speaking to your superior in that tone right now?" she asks.
"my 'superior'?! as far as i'm aware you're just the bitch at work who makes my life fucking miserable."
all the air gets sucked out of the room, and behind you ran mutters something under their breath. "wrong move, rookie."
sevika's sneering at you, and you get exactly one second of warning before she's grabbed you by the collar of your shirt and is dragging you out of the office, a series of 'oooooh's following behind you.
"oh, great, now she's gonna fuckin' kill me before i can even get paid for today's work." you mutter to yourself as sevika drags you to her office, slamming the door shut behind her. she shoves you against the wall hard, and you grunt. "fuck! what is your fucking problem!?" you shout, shoving at sevika's shoulders. she barely budges.
"you talk too much for your own fuckin' good, y'know." she growls.
you sneer up at her. "and you'd be a lot more attractive if you learned to play nice."
sevika freezes, her anger melting into a shocked expression. you giggle a little-- it looks like you've finally found a way to fight back with sevika-- flirting. "sh-shut up." she mutters eventually. you snort.
"what's wrong, sev, got you tongue tied? that's all it takes, huh? a little compliment and you lose all that bite?" you tease.
sevika doesn't get angry like you expect her to, though. instead, she gulps, and her eyes get wide. you burst into giggles and sevika blinks, her shoulders hunching up. "shut the fuck up." she tries to sound scary, but her voice is too shaky for it to work.
"oh, shit!" you laugh. sevika hunches in on herself even more. "holy shit! you've got a crush on me!" you cackle, pointing an accusing finger at sevika. you watch in fascination as a blush creeps all the way up her neck to the tip of her ears.
"n-no i don't." she tries to deny. you're still reeling from your discovery, giddy and flabbergasted.
"you totally do! holy shit how did i not realize this before!? you're an emotionally constipated shithead, of course you don't know how to flirt! you probably didn't even realize, did you? just wanted to tug my pigtails and get my attention somehow huh?" sevika blinks at you owlishly-- more surprised than you've ever seen her before. you snort. "everything makes sense now." you chuckle to yourself.
"f-fuck off." sevika mutters eventually. you cackle and smack her on the shoulder.
"i've got you all worked out, hah! monday's gonna be a breeze." you laugh to yourself as you make to leave. sevika reaches out and spins you back around before you can open the door fully. you raise an eyebrow at her. "yes?"
sevika looks flustered and confused and slightly scared of you. you giggle a bit as you watch her try and fail to come up with anything to say, before rolling your eyes and giving her a little help.
"figure out a nicer way to flirt with me and you might be surprised, sev. until then, leave me the fuck alone unless you want me telling the gang why you've been picking on me so much." you say, then turn to leave again.
this time you make it halfway out the room before sevika's pulling you back in the room, slamming the door shut and shoving you against the wall again. for one horrible second you worry that you've read the whole situation wrong and you've only managed to enrage sevika even more with the suggestion that she might like you-- especially when sevika's hand wraps around your throat-- but then she freezes and takes a shaky breath. her fingers unwrap from your neck, slowly trailing up to cup your face.
"shut up." sevika whispers at what must be the cockiest, pleasantly surprised smile on your face. you just snort.
"make me." you demand.
sevika swoops forward to kiss you, and you giggle against her lips.
she's like putty in your hands, letting you guide her hands up and down your body, moaning against your lips. when you sink a hand into her hair, she shivers, and you manage to flip the two of you so you're pressing her against the door.
sevika's panting and staring at you with stars in her eyes. you snort at the sight-- endlessly intrigued with her now that you've figured her out. "oh, you're sweet aren't you?" you tease.
sevika tries to glare at you, but it falls flat with her eyes blown so wide they're black and her hands desperately clutching at your hips. "no, i'm not." she denies. you giggle and lean forward to start sucking a hickey against her throat-- the idea of sevika wearing your bite on her throat in front of the gang tomorrow making you dizzy.
"you are." you say. "bet you're fuckin' soaked for me, too, aren't you?"
sevika whimpers. you have to kiss her again to keep from laughing at her. she's pathetic. it's so fucking hot.
sevika grabs your hand and tries to shove it down her pants. you laugh, pulling away from her and grabbing her chin-- forcing her to look at you. "sevika, take a breath, babe." you request. she moans at the petname, and you laugh. "fuck, you're cute."
"fuck off!" sevika growls. you snort.
"i need you to use your words before i can take care of you, honey."
sevika shivers, her voice shaky as she speaks. "fuck... please fuck me."
you raise an eyebrow at her, and sevika actually stomps her foot. you laugh. "and why should i?" you ask.
sevika sputters, then cringes. you watch her mentally debate whether or not she's horny enough to communicate-- and you're surprised when she takes a deep breath, rolls her eyes, and then speaks. "b-because... because i've got a stupid fuckin' crush on you, okay!?" she shouts.
you grin and lean forward, kissing her cheek. "okay." you say simply, shoving your hand down the front of her pants and boxers. sevika whimpers, leaning forward to bury her face against your shoulder as you gasp. "oh, baby-- you're soaked." you coo.
she bites your shoulder. "would you just-- shut the fuck --ah!" she gasps at you sink two fingers inside her. "f-f-f-fuck!" she whines. you laugh.
"you better shut up or everyone's gonna know what's goin' on in here." you tease. sevika whimpers, and leans back-- shoving a fist in her mouth. you snort and lean forward, nudging her hand out of the way with your face. "move that. i got a better way to shut you up."
sevika's hand wraps around you, clawing at your back as you start to kiss her. it's uncoordinated and sloppy-- both of you too focused on her cunt to care much about your lips-- and it's the hottest kiss of your life. especially because sevika keeps whimpering into your mouth.
you manage to muffle most of her moans and groans, but when she cums, sevika leans back and shouts. "oh, oh, oh fuck!"
you giggle against her throat-- there's no explaining that away-- but you think sevika might've done it on purpose. you have a sneaking suspicion that sevika's going to be a possessive lover if the way she's clinging to you as she catches her breath is any clue. you don't mind.
"you're a fucking mess." you tease. sevika grunts and pinches your ass.
"shut up."
"that's rich coming from you. think the walls shook with how loud you were squealing."
"shut up!" sevika growls. you laugh.
"you don't scare me, baby. 'specially not when your cunt's still squeezing my fingers." you say, wiggling said fingers just a bit. sevika growls and bites your shoulder again, and you giggle. "are you gonna go back to bein' a bitch to me now or have we moved past that?" you ask.
sevika huffs and picks her head up, peeking up at you with puppy eyes. "i'm... sorry." she mutters. you smirk, raising an eyebrow at her, and sevika groans and straightens up. "i am!" she whines. "i just-- y'know." she says, waving her hand at you. you giggle.
"i do know." you say, nodding. "you're a mess."
sevika huffs. "yeah, basically."
"it's okay, sev. you're a hot mess." you tease. she snorts.
"i can't believe i like you." she groans. you just laugh. sevika huffs and you pull your hand out of her pants and straighten her out a bit. you make to leave and sevika squeaks. "wait!" you pause in the doorway, and sevika gulps, cringes, and groans. "fuck. fuck! fuck, i don't... just-- what're you doing tonight?" she asks.
something inside you flutters and you shrug. "you tell me."
sevika smiles a bit, her eyes darting away from you as she reaches up to rub the back of her neck. "...i won a shitload of money in cards last night... i could take us up to the promenade?" she asks. you grin.
"pullin' out all the stops, huh?" you ask. she shrugs.
"'s an apology."
"i like it. you've got yourself a date, sev."
sevika grins.
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brendaareiss · 3 months ago
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CAL AND ANDRE HEADCANONS! Finally! I feel like there's some I have already said b4, but idk. Enjoy!
⚠️Triggers⚠️: SA, SH
- Andre furrowed his brows when he was concentrated, Cal poked his tongue out
- Andre was actually a great student. That's why most of the people didn't like him either, whether being because of envy or because they saw him as a nerd and annoying. But bro had +A on everything
- Cal on the other hand, was pathetic at studies. His best ever grade was a C
- They didn't actually hold hands most of the time, just intertwine pinkies unconsciously
-Cal always followed andre everywhere. It was not even a conscious act.
- They both talked shit abt their siblings
- Andre=bpd + psicopathy
- Cal= adhd + depression (duh).
- Andre paid attention on the smallest details and had rlly good memory. Like, something stupid Cal said years ago, andre remembered it like it was yesterday. Or he knew what things Cal liked or not, even if Cal hasn't told him, he knew it because he paid attention to what Cal was doing
- Cal was a chronic nail biter. Rachel tried putting nail polish on him to make it better, because Cal reached the point where his whole finger was covered in blood
-Cal has had many addictions in his life. It was all because his depression, he couldn't get happiness (dopamine) in anything in his life so he tried to get it somewhere else. That's why he started doing weed at a young age, well, until the possession charge. After that, he went straight to cutting. It wasn't as good as to get high, but at least it worked and wasn't illegal. He used to get blackout drunk too, trying to get dopamine from where he could.
- U can't tell me they didn't explore each other's bodies. Ofc they did (I like to think they would refer to that as "favors"), but they never rlly knew what the fuck they were. Were they boyfriends? Were they just friends with benefits? That's actually where the term "the army of two" appeared, trying to give what they had a tag or a "name". But they knew rlly well they weren't just friends. They knew each other too much, they were too similar and too connected to be just friends.
- Cal was sa'd from when he was 7 years old until he was 14 by his cousin, who was 8 years older than him. He never told anything to anyone, not even Andre, but he eventually figured it out. He was paranoid and very protective with his siblings (even though he didn't like them, it doesn't mean that they weren't siblings, Cal cared for them a lot), making sure his cousin NEVER approached them. And if someone older talked to them he would get rlly anxious and freaked out.
- Andre always cared too much about Cal. He knew the state of Cal's mental health and physical health (anemic ass) so he always was there for him. And I like to think not only andre, but his family too. Feeding him until Cal couldn't physically bring the fork to his mouth (I'm sure Andre's mom would be the one to say: "Cal, you have to eat more! You're so thin!")
- Andre was not always seen with the Gabriel's (because Cal's sister HATES andre with all her guts) but Calvin was ALWAYS seen with the kriegman's. Andre's dad always knew that when he mentioned "family vacation/trip", Cal was tagging along.
-Cal learned to stay calm when Andre had his bpd splits (extreme anger most of the time). There was a time when he actually felt rlly bad when Andre said what things to him or just screamed and pushed him around, but as time passed, he learned it was just another normal thing on Andre. That's why in the car scene, he at first didn't take him seriously, he then shut the fuck up and tried to get out of the situation as quickly as he could afterwards.
- Andre never really knew what the fuck was wrong with him. He wasn't like Cal, he didn't get diagnosed with shit and didn't even went to a psychologist. He thought he was just really aggressive and nothing more.
- Andre was low-key an alcoholic. He never got blackout drunk though
- The only thing Andre didn't clean, was his car. Maybe once in a month (or a week if there where a lot of empty beer cans in the back seats)
- Cal rlly liked sour candies.
- Andre slept A LOT.
- idk if I said this b4 but Andre's hand was always on Cal's thigh while he drove
- most of their hangouts were sleepovers. They seriously couldn't live without each other
- OF COURSE the reason why andre didn't like Rachel it's because he was EXTREMELY jealous of her. He felt like she was taking Cal away from him. He also felt that she talked shit about Cal when he wasn't there. The night Cal ditched Rachel for him, Andre's ego was 100% fueled
- Andre had migraines. Yeah. He didn't throw up though
- Following, andre NEVER puked. Like, he probably just threw up 1 time in his life. Cal on the other hand, every time he got sick, he vomited.
-Cal ALWAYS forgot his things EVERYWHERE. His parents didn't even make him his own keys, because they knew Cal would probably lose them too.
- As kids, Cal adored sharks and Andre lions and bears. (Cal adored sharks all his life though)
- Andre's grandparents who lived in Germany, had a bigass house with a garden. They had ALSO, a bigass dog. Of course Andre as a kid spent most of the time in the garden, playing with his brother and the dog.
- The only thing that made Andre calm down when he was angry, was changing the situation, making him forget about it, talking about another thing or doing another thing that isn't related to the reason he's mad. Distract him and make him forget why he was mad in the first place.
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hellofeanor · 3 months ago
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I know some people are upset about this, but
Adar had a complete and narratively satisfactory character arc and here's why.
(I'm saying "narratively satisfactory" because it satisfies his purpose in the narrative even if we think he deserved better.)
The two main problems I had with Adar's arc throughout most of S2 were as follows: his decisions to release Halbrand and then rabidly charge into Eregion after Sauron make no sense, and his character was inconsistent with what was established in S1. I complained about both of these things at length with people who were willing to listen, and some people who just smiled and nodded. But certain things in ep 6 made me start to rethink, one line in episode 7 really stood out, and the events of ep 8 put everything into perspective. So let's explore.
In 6, we have the scene of Adar and Galadriel speaking about Sauron. The major theme here is that he worms his way inside people's minds, insidiously exerting his will over them. Both characters at this point acknowledge this as fact. And in light of this revelation, Adar's "decision" to free Halbrand starts to make a little more sense. All it took was that one interaction for Sauron to get back inside Adar's mind and start influencing him again. There's no reason for Adar to do any of what he does in S2 unless he's under Sauron's control. Galadriel even says it herself: this is what Sauron wants. But Adar's mind and judgment are too clouded to see.
In 7, there's one critical line. "You think it was only you who put yourself in my power?" It's Annatar speaking to Celebrimbor, but he might as well be speaking to anybody here. It's pretty telling that this line shows up in most of the character-specific teasers, including Adar's.
Which brings us to 8, where everything comes together. Adar has Nenya, which has been shown to have healing powers, and a lot of people theorized that this might lead to him reverting back to an elven form. Which is exactly what happened. But the ring didn't only heal him physically.
Previously, we've seen Galadriel gain clarity of mind through Nenya: she better understands Sauron's ploy, and her part in it, and how she fell right into his trap. The exact same thing happens with Adar. When we first see him, crouching next to a rock, hiding his face, he's not just hiding his elven transformation. He looks like he's genuinely crushed. Not by seeing himself as an elf, but from the sudden ring-given clarity and the realization that he's been used by Sauron all along. His motivation and personality do a complete 180 here, and this isn't a plot hole or a contrivance. It's meant to show that the ring healed his mind as well as his body, shaking off Sauron's influence, and he's suddenly, for the first time all season, back to where he was at the end of S1. He's himself again. The searing desire to kill Sauron is gone, and he just wants to return to Mordor and build a home for his children.
He may have taken the ring because he thought it would help him kill Sauron, but in the end, it just helps him come to his senses.
Unfortunately for him, his actions can't be undone, and by sending the uruk to war, he's put them, as Annatar says 'under my control'. The minute Annatar asks Glûg what his name is, and Glûg falters in killing him, it's over. Sauron has control of the uruk again. He's wormed his way in. How do we know this for sure?
Adar's children wouldn't have set up that elaborate ruse to assassinate him. If this were all their doing, they would have just stabbed him and been done with it. The foreshadowing all season hints that Glûg may disagree with Adar's orders, but probably would never have done anything about it without a strong push from Sauron. The scheme was all Sauron and Sauron's control. Sauron orchestrates Adar's death in the exact same way Adar killed Sauron in ep 1, specifically out of spite. Sauron even appears to watch Adar's final moments: he wants Adar to know.
Is it a shitty way to die? Yes.
Is it a shitty plot twist undeserved out of nowhere? No, because the entire season has been setting us up for this moment. Hell, even some pieces in S1 have been setting us up for this moment. Halbrand could have killed Adar way back when, but at some point must have decided that Adar was more useful alive for a while longer, and a more elaborate form of revenge was in order. Sauron gains control of Adar and uses him as a puppet warlord against the elves while at the same time setting Adar up for the ultimate betrayal at the hands of his own children once he's no longer useful.
I actually love this. It's a horrible way to go, and I'm sad to see the end of this character, but it's a complete arc for him and makes sense within the narrative. It doesn't feel cheap or undeserved or at all surprising to me. It's sad, but satisfying.
RIP Adar, you will be missed. But at least you died... uh... feeling betrayed by your own kind as a result of your own actions that you realized too late were orchestrated by the guy you hate most. And if that isn't top tier tragedy, I don't know what is.
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suuuupernovaaa · 2 years ago
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Anonymous Request: Lo'ak is in love with reader but she's a great warrior and he's too shy to even talk to her and he convinces himself that he's too weak for her, but one day after going on a hunt with a group which reader leads he ends up being wounded and Jake can't even shout at him because reader immediately takes Lo'ak to treat him and praise him that he's so strong and he did well, they have this talk where Lo'ak tells her how she sees himself which she denies and they end up confessing to each other.
Reminder: Everyone is aged up in my fics to be 19/20.
From our day of work, there is much to take back to our clan, enough for a small feast. I smile at N'mor, my dearest friend, and pat her on the back.
"A successful hunt. We should return. Will you gather everyone?"
Five or six young men have joined us on our hunt today, and they are nearby, all exhausted. I was told not to push them too hard, but I'm afraid I may have crossed the line. I feel it was worth it, though, for all we will be bringing back.
We load up the sled and three of the young men pull it back, with some effort, but we aren't too far now.
"Are you tired?" I ask N'mor, and she rolls her eyes at me.
"Do you care?"
I throw my head back and laugh. "Of course I do! What kind of leader would I be?"
She bumps her shoulder into mine. "I'm fine, Y/N. We're all a little tired, but we had a good hunt."
Looking to my right, I see Lo'ak coming up to walk alongside me. He's part of the reason that I pushed us so hard - you can't take it easy when you have the chief's son on the hunt with you.
"It was a good day, Lo'ak," I say, smiling at him. He is dirty and sweaty, just like me, but he smiles in return; a wide, handsome smile.
"You're a good leader," he replies, and I try to compose myself and keep from blushing.
--
Lo'ak had insisted on joining the hunt today, when he found out Y/N would be leading it. He had been trying to steal moments with her, here and there, but she was much in demand.
She was one of the fiercest warriors of their clan, and surely the best hunter of all the female Na'vi - and was thus busy, from sun up til sun down, nearly every day.
He knew this hunt might afford them a chance to speak, so he let those other three guys pull the heavy sled, and jogged up to walk with Y/N and her friend, N'mor.
He compliments her a little nervously, and when she smiles at him, he's nearly blinded by the sight of it; there's never been a more beautiful Na'vi than this woman before him, and his knees feel a little weak. In fact, Lo'ak always feels a little weak around Y/N - everything about her screams power and strength. It's intimidating.
"Watch out!" someone hollers, and Lo'ak turns just in time to feel the arrow sink into his arm. The pain is only beginning to register when he sees the sturmbeast charging his way, and more arrows fly.
--
Lo'ak begins to sink to the ground, so I kneel down, and hoist him over my shoulders.
"Come!" I say to N'mor. The men have thwarted the rough sturmbeast, and Lo'ak needs medical attention. The two of us run the distance back, and I try to go as fast as I can with Lo'ak as dead weight on my shoulders.
"Help!" I scream as we make it back to Home Tree, and many rush forward to help. On the verge of collapsing, Lo'ak is lifted off my shoulders. "This way," I say, and we take off, running for Tsahik's healing tent.
Lo'ak is beginning to moan just as we arrive, and the men lay him on Tsahik's floor, then run out - presumably to alert Taruk Makto.
"Lo'ak, can you hear me?" I ask, as Tsahik leans over him.
"Snap the arrow," she tells me, and Lo'ak's eyes fly open. I reach over, gripping the blood-drenched arrow, and snap the end off. Lo'ak groans, eyes wide, staring up at me, and Tsahik removes the arrow in one swift motion - which elicits another shout from Lo'ak - and gets to work.
"He will live," Tsahik reassures me, and I wonder if my face looks as panicked as I feel on the inside.
I am sweating, shaking from head to toe, and I can't seem to break gaze with Lo'ak. The tent feels small and crowded, even though it's just the three of us; I can tell from all the chatter that many have gathered outside to see what has happened to the son of Olo'eyektan.
I feel responsible. It was my hunt, I was in charge, and Lo'ak has been injured. I should have been paying attention.
"You're going to be okay, Lo'ak. Remain strong." The words come tumbling out of my mouth, and I can't seem to stop them. "You are the strongest man I know, Lo'ak Sully. I was honored you joined my hunt today, and I am so sorry you've been hurt. I'll never forgive myself. I admire you greatly. Your... your skill, your spirit, your strength. You will get through this."
Lo'ak closes his eyes for one moment as his grandmother pours something on his wound. I can't tell from his expression whether it's soothing or painful, until he lets out a hiss and opens his eyes again.
I reach down, taking his free hand into both of mine, holding it tight.
--
Though it doesn't take his grandmother all that long to clean and close the wound, it feels like eternity to Lo'ak.
His focus is split. The burning pain in his arm is very demanding, but Y/N is holding his hand in his, and telling him he's strong, and she admires him... and he can't deny, that definitely helps.
His grandmother gives him something to take for the pain, and he goes to deny it, but Y/N insists.
He'd probably do anything she asked for, so he throws it back.
"I must go talk to your parents. Do not use this arm until I tell you to," his grandmother says, gesturing to his injured arm, and he nods.
As she leaves, he tries to sit up, having difficulty with just one arm until Y/N reaches out, pulling him up right, and he sees the panic on her face and tears in her eyes.
"This wasn't your fault, Y/N. Something was wrong with that beast - and Rafi shot me. He's a moron."
Finally, a small smile paints her face, and Lo'ak revels in it. He would get shot all over again if it meant Y/N would smile at him, and speak kind words over him.
"I meant what I said, Lo'ak. I do admire you. And I'm sorry you got hurt today."
Lo'ak reaches out, brushing her hair from off her cheek, and tucking the braids behind her ear. She looks to his hand, a soft blush on her cheeks, and he realizes in this moment that though she is fierce and formidable, she is also delicate, beautiful and soft.
"I wish to court you, Y/N," he blurts out, and her eyes snap back to his, wider than he's ever see them.
"Lo'ak!" The tent flaps open up, and his parents appear, just at the perfect moment.
--
I excuse myself, allowing Lo'ak's parents to ensure he's okay, only stopping to apologize for allowing this on my watch and ensuring them it is my fault and no one else's. I don't want Rafi to get any heat for this, even if he is partially to blame. I'll speak to him about practicing with his bow later.
My head is spinning as I make my way back home. I think of grabbing N'mor to talk to her about what just happened, but I'm not sure what I would say... or that I need to talk it through.
I have always liked Lo'ak. I've admired his free spirit, his stubbornness, and his strength. On more than one occasion, I've thought that he would make a fine mate. I just never considered it would be a possibility for him to be my mate.
Having never been one to over-analyze of over-complicate things, I want to say yes to Lo'ak's proposal, but we've been interrupted. I bite my lip, considering how I might pry him away from his family.
"Y/N!" I hear Lo'ak hollering, and turn to see him exiting the healing tent. Many eyes are on us, as Tsahik works at the center of Home Tree. I see his parents exit the tent behind us, watching with confused eyes as he runs up to me, holding his bad arm. "You didn't answer me," he says when he arrives, standing in front of me, panting.
"I didn't get a chance to," I reply with a smile. "You should be resting."
"Later. What do you say?"
His persistence makes me laugh, and it makes me feel so loved and desired, it's nearly overwhelming.
"Of course, Lo'ak. I would be honored. I... watching you today, worrying for you, I've never felt like that for anyone. I care for you, very much."
--
Lo'ak's heart swells in his chest. He feels tired, and sore, and he wants to lay down and sleep for hours, but her words are invigorating.
He wants to shout that he loves her, but he knows he needs to wait.
Instead, he leans down, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. When he pulls away, she steps forward, bringing her mouth up to his again, and putting a hand firmly on his cheek, holding him in place.
His lips curl up in a smile against hers.
He knows this woman will be his mate - he will make sure of it.
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vhaos-chaotic-writing · 2 months ago
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"Love, sins & roses" (TFP Megastar)
WARNINGS: Toxic relationships, emotional, psychological and physical abuse (mentioned), obsessive and possessive behaviour, the sound used is from Rule of Rose - "Love suicide", therefore there are going to be mentions (both from the lyrics and story in general) about suicide and SH and other related not-healthy topics. Canon and headcanons elements at play. NGL I really romantized their toxic relationship, which is bad. Long ass post. SPOILERS of the Prime cartoon.
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Say where is my shame - When I call your name?
From the very beginning of... well, everything - things were not quite good. Or maybe, at first, everything was actually good, but by the selfish decisions done by many that were on the power, things started to go downhill painfully slow, like a snowball that grew and grew, about to destroy everything on its path and produce destruction.
Megatron wished to make a change in the already corrupted system its people and whole Cybertrone was suffering, only to be pushed aside and to watch how Orion, the mech he trusted and worked alongside with the same goal, be favoured and given the title of Prime.
As if he wasn't already pushed aside because of his rank as a merely gladiator - that hatred for the higher up ones grew up with that jealousy he felt after watching his supposed friend take what Megatron has been working so hard to get and become. And amidst the destructive rising and move of masses to follow his command, shared ideals and vision - a seeker followed him.
So please don't set me free. I'm as heavy as can be.
The war changes everything - it changed Megatron, and thus, Starscream. The seeker was well aware at how his leader was slowly overtaken by madness and a lust for power and killing. The leader saw his second in command slowly spiral a sea of hysteria, paranoia and to embrace the 'kill to survive' tactic. It became more evident at the dead of Starscream's trinemates.
Oh, Megatron would be lying if he said he doesn't hold that memory so closely to his spark - the other two seekers were killed on a mission against the autobots, one where Starscream was not tasked to go. And that day he lived to his name; wails of agony, despair and hysteria as he tried to claw anybot's optics out and his own, too. Thankfully, or not, that day the seeker didn't follow his fallen trinemates to the Well of the All Sparks thanks to having Megatron hug him close to the point of not allowing him to move, letting him cry and wail, scream and agonize until it fell in stasis.
That day, Megatron knew he wanted to keep Starscream chained to him. And it seemed like the seeker had the same idea - to be chained to his lord and not fly away.
I will do you harm, I will break my arm
Things got worse - Starscream's hysteric aftermath started to make him have those idiotic ideas that he should be the leader of the Decepticons and try to kill Megatron whenever he could. And Megatron was that close to offline him a couple of times to try and tame the seeker into submission, to understand who was in charge.
And even when both mechs would end up with wounds, injuries and energon leaking from their cuts and scratches... I'm a victim of your charms.
Megatron is damn as sure that he should get rid of Starscream - because if he wasn't working on being the 2nd in command and actually helping the cause, he was this close to stab his throat with those sharp digits of his... but why to do that when it feels so good to have the seeker hugging his arm, or sitting on his lap when he is on the throne? Or when he gets to see how beautifuly deadly Starscream was when he was fighting and the thrill of maybe next time actually get offlined by the seeker's claws? His angel of death...
I want to be dead - When I'm in bed.
Thinks the seeker as he is being held by the Warlord just so closely to his chestplate. Starscream can feel Megatron's spark beat and pulsate under all of that scarred metal of his. And it makes him close his optics and wish for the end.
His end. Megatron's end. End. End. End.
And he could end it right there and then... but doesn't bring himself to do.
I can be so mean. You can beat me.
And Starscream wants to cut any type of bond he has with the crazed leader - but at the end of the night, when he is deep in recharging mode, his spark wonders: Why bring justice to our name, by screaming like a wounded animal and the egocentric being we are... because we want to prove something? Or to have his optics on us?
I would like to shame you. I would like to blame you.
"I hate you so much, Starscream." - "Please, I hate you even more, my lord."
Just because of my love to you...
When they are not themselves, but like new found lovers that haven't seen a single glimpse of the war - share kisses, hold each other and let their sparks know each other in such a gentle dance.
And, love itself is just as innocent as roses in May. I know nothing can drive it away.
Starscream started to fear he was in love with the Warlord, long before the start of the war, long before his trinemates met their demise. The seeker would die before ever confessing it loudly. That his spark yearned for Megatron's love and devotion, to become his Conjux endura and to swear his love would live in this life and the next one.
And Megatron was in the same situation - please, to love the same mech that has been trying constantly to overthrone you, take your place, that gets those paranoiac and hysteria episodes and that is a total egocentric diva? A pain in the aft. But his spark wouldn't change it for anything in the whole universe.
Though, love itself is just as brief as a candle in the wind. But it's greedy just like sin.
Megatron has done a few... things to ensure his beloved Starscream remains by his side. Taking aside the beatings and psychological abuse he has done on the 2nd in command to keep him on a leash until he decided to snap another bite at his servo - he knew Starscream was a precious gem to admire, and that many bots ever wished to be the one to own said gem.
He has crushed a few helms, and sent others to a sure demise, as he kept the seeker on his lap, marking him to brand the seeker as his, and only his. Wanting to consume him completely.
Alone but sane - I am a love suicide.
"Become my conjux endura." He ordered.
"You are going to kill me sooner than later." He accused calmly.
"As if you wouldn't do the same the night after we bond our sparks." He pointed out.
"... Touché." He chuckled.
'Cause, love itself is just as brief as a candle in the wind - It is pure white just like sin.
How pathetic, he would say if he got to see his own death at the hands of that yellow autobot he got to break his voice box a long time ago. The almighty Lord Megatron, ended there. Alas, what else could he say or do when he was falling into the planet he hated the most to end in its ocean?
Oh, but even when he was dying - his spark was agonizing because he could feel Starscream's spark agonize. Just like the day the seeker lost his beloved trinemates. And while the now offlined Warlord fell, the stars cried and wailed as he was taken away for the sake of running away and living another day before the Autobots got them.
Alone but sane - I am a love suicide.
He is counting the kliks until he gets to aim at their throats and serve their helms. Or, get shot in the spark and finally get to meet his lover in the Well of the All Sparks. Wouldn't be so poetic to also have his cold frame thrown into the sea of Earth so his body could find again his lover's? And for their sparks meet and become one, so in the next life, they were just a single being.
'Cause, love itself is just as innocent as roses in May. It is pure white...
"Once we win the war - I want a throne, too - and a crown. Aaand-"
"For Primus' sake - when will you ever shut up? Or do I have to force you to?" He interrupted, growling.
"Hmph! Should have thought that before making me your conjux, my lord." He said, seeming offended.
But Megatron keeps a possessive servo on Starscream's hips, securely in the Warlord's hold.
Just like sin.
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Vhaos out!
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viviandroidcardigan · 5 months ago
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Absolutely massive (4k+) outline of a fic I'll never write! Extra clunky bc it used to be a twtr thread.
YS/HJ/SH omegaverse
tw: sa, pregnancy
YS, HJ and SH established omega trouple who are very much childfree. For HJ it's mostly about prioritizing his career, YS is still trying to establish boundaries with his very proper, very conservative family and figure out what he wants outside of what he was constantly pushed into before he snapped and left and SH carries a lot of trauma from his own miserable upbringing (single teenage mother, thrown out by her parents for getting him out of wedlock became abusive and neglectful and eventually died leaving him with very strict and spiteful grandparents that he went no contact with as soon as he could) and he is determined to break the generational trauma by never becoming a parent.
The three of them have been together for almost a year and have a very stable and loving dynamic. 
Until one day YS goes to visit his family to their rural town, who insisted he must be present on some stupid family function despite him being in the middle of a work deadline and in pre-heat. And it went for longer than expected but he was hopeful about catching the last train back to the city and tried crossing the fields to get to the station on time and just like that some random alpha in a rut caught and assaulted him. 
YS didn't catch the train. He woke up in the field at sunrise, barely remembering the night before bc apparently the rut of his rapist triggered his heat to start on early but now it was all gone and he never had it gone so quickly so it only added to his confusion and dread and he just wanted to get home so that's what he did, suddenly very happy that he kept postponing moving in with HJ and SH bc the work commute was too far from their place. YS got home and finally had his
little breakdown in the shower. He didn't know what to do, he didn't even see the attacker enough to identify him and also he knew well enough that omega in heat had very little success in pressing charges. And his family would make such a mess of everything and would tell him it
was his fault for even going out alone at night. He couldn't fathom how to tell his partners either. 
And he did have a work deadline so for the next week or so he buried himself in work very carefully not thinking about anything until he had a horrible idea and sure enough, his test was positive. YS had a larger breakdown bc he was slowly psyching himself up to telling HJ and SH about everything but now he would have to admit to this as well and to his absolute dismay he realized that he couldn't bring himself to get rid of it. He abhorred the notion that his omega instincts will kick in one day as his parents kept telling him but apparently it was exactly the case.
But now he really couldn't tell HJ and SH. They were very clear on their position but also he hated the idea that if he told them everything they might force themselves for his sake and
he couldn't take their choice from them like it was already taken from him.
YS arranged a dinner, as they were messaging him non-stop, the work deadline cope out going only so far to postpone the inevitable and they could immediately tell that something was wrong. 
So YS just straight up asked them about their thoughts on having children and if those changed at all. HJ shrugged bc not really but also it wasn't a hard no for him. Maybe some time, years down the line, when he is better established in the industry, bc if he ever were to have kids, he'd want to be present and not constantly away in the studio. SH shook his head with a serious expression, hasn't changed: no, never. YS sighed and was like, I think it's a goodbye then. I love you but it's something I'm planing to pursue soon so....
They are hurt and confused and ask if his family got into his head while he was visiting but YS is barely holding on as is, he can't really talk anymore. He hoped that there was a way to keep them and the child both but now he knows how foolish that idea was. They keep asking him questions but he is far far away and eventually they stop and they go to their respective homes and at least he didn't move in.
HJ and SH keep messaging him but YS is self-isolating and grieving the relationship. He doesn't think he can manage to stay friends with them, a constant reminder of what he have lost. He can't really tell his family either, sure that they will either force him to abort or worse. He has a recurring nightmare that he resorts to asking for help and his family marries him off to a local alpha who is his rapist but there is no way for him to know for sure and he is forever trapped wondering and not knowing if he is succumbing to insanity or it's a reality that he cannot escape.
There are also worries about the future as his research makes him realize just how dire the situation is for single omega parents in their conservative society. He either has to pay for everything out of pocket which is A LOT or apply for governmental aid but then lose his job bc he has just decent enough income to make him not eligible. But entering the benefits program he will have "single omega parent" on his file forever that is almost sure to guaranty he never gets hired again for any serious job as a "promiscuous omega". Not to mention all the medical things he had no clue about but now has to go through.
For the first month he barely manages to get out of bed at all, spiraling into a depression visible enough that his boss allows him to start working from home. And YS feels so bad about using that kindness to hide the reality of his situation but what other choice he has. Especially when morning sickness kicks in HARD.
YS goes to all his medical exams and works overtime and compartmentalizes so hard he is barely conscious at all as time both crawls and flies.
And then just past the third month his manager request an old project from him, something he always knew will come in handy so he had it saved on a flash drive he cannot find. Until he remembers HJ using it to transfer some work files to home computer and figures out where it is.
YS comes in the middle of the day, when no one should be home and hopes they didn't change the code (they didn't) but just as he locates the drive, sleep-rumpled HJ comes out of the bedroom. They stare at each other until YS blurts out "why are you here?" "Launch party ran late". 
YS figures out that HJ finished the project he was working so hard on when they broke up and something that he looked SO much forward to, as he loved HJ's music but didn't allow himself to listen to it all this time in hopes to get over him quicker. It really didn't work at all.
HJ looks at him guarded and before he asks, YS explains that he needed the flash drive for work and apologizes for coming without a notice. HJ asks why he stopped answering their messages. "I though, we were at least friends". And YS knows he has to leave bc he always knew he was hurting them but he cannot face it rn when he is barely holding on. 
But HJ waves his mumbling attempts at answer and says they have a box of all his stuff that he left behind. It's a pretty big box, he left his whole life behind here. But as he stands up, HJ looks him over and sees the small but noticeable bump he already has. HJ notes bitterly "you moved on fast, huh. Well, congratulations." And YS doesn't know what to say but something must be on his face bc HJ looks away and apologizes, fiddling with his sleeves, says he is hangover from the party.
YS wants to congratulate him on the release as well but he really can't do this anymore so he goes to grab the box but HJ is like woah-woah, what do you think you are doing, it's very heavy! YS just shrugs and says he will get it to the elevator and call a taxi. But HJ frowns at him and says he will get it down but he knows that YS lives on a third floor of a house without an elevator. HJ is like can your... ugh, partner, pick it up for you. And YS is thrown by this conversation enough to say the truth: no. 
HJ frowns harder, what kind of a shitty alpha lets his pregnant omega lift heavy things, even if he is working or whatever, that's not ok, he should be able to come and help. And as YS cannot find a response to that HJ insists that he will get their car and drive him home and get the box to his place. YS tries to argue but there is no point when HJ already decided everything.
They get in the car and now HJ is worried about him enough to get over his bitterness and unexpected jealousy and starts pestering him with questions and YS just gives up and says there is no partner in the picture at all.
That gets HJ even more worried and riled up. Wtf? He got omega pregnant and dipped?? YS is probably heartbroken! He must have been SO in love to break it of with them so abruptly and change his whole stance on kids just for the guy to leave him?? Any hurt HJ was still harboring
gets totally overflown with indignation. Who DARED to leave YS and in that position too? It also dawns on him that YS was probably going no contact bc of all this mess, bc of the embarrassment.So now HJ is determined to mend their friendship. He still cares and SH does too.
They will do all in their power to support YS on this path. YS makes a weak attempt to refuse the offer but really, he is at the end of his rope as well and it doesn't take too much to cave in and accept it. Especially when SH calls him later to assure that he is very much on the
same page with HJ and he can and should lean on them. That's what friends are for. And it brings YS a lot of relief but also opens all the wounds that really didn't heal at all. He misses them and loves them and needs them but now he must be satisfied with their friendship.
HJ and SH come back into his life with vengence. SH immediately proceeds to deep-clean YS' apartment, something that he really couldn't muster the energy to do for... a while. HJ volunteers to drive him to all the doctor appointments even when YS insists that it's entirely fine.
But it does make a difference not even comfortable transportation wise but just having someone there, waiting for him in the car. Hospitals are weird. No one is straight up mean to him but as he did tell the doctors everything he feels like they are treating him like a child.
He has to keep rejecting suggestions that he should bring his parents along. They don't explain him stuff either because when HJ starts pestering him about this or that factoid he read about online, YS is lost on most of them. His first trimester was him moving on autopilot. It turns out that he really needed someone caring around bc YS can finally feel himself unfreezing a bit. But with that comes the onslaught of feelings.
Yes, SH and HJ are there for him but they don't have the time to visit more than couple days a week and also inevitably leave.
They hug him hello but obviously never kiss and one time SH does peck his cheek lulled by familiarity he apologizes for "overstepping". They have new inside jokes he doesn't understand. YS is thrown from elation of their presence to devastation of their loss even more sharp when
they are right there, close enough to touch.
For the first time he starts doubting his decision. Is it really worth it, some random baby against his entire life? He could have had it. Maybe he still can. If it was just out of the picture. He still cannot contemplate abortion but In his darkest moments, silently sobbing into his pillow in his empty apartment, he thinks... maybe if he miscarried. Would it be so bad? They say that unbonded omega, with no alpha pheromones around, with a traumatic conception, he is in a slightly higher risk group. So maybe…
Until one night he wakes up in a puddle of blood and SCREAMS in horror. His whole ride in the ambulance that HJ called him, bc YS was only able to call him, he keeps saying he didn't mean it. He doesn't want the baby gone! He didn't mean it! Please!
HJ and SH still in their pj's run in just as the doctor finishes explaining to him that everything is fine, things like this can happen and he just should go double on his vitamins and come more often for check ups and avoid stress and they will let him go after getting an IV. YS is relieved but still very shaky so he dives into a hug HJ and SH envelop him in, murmuring comforting things and rubbing his back. 
In retrospect he understands the kind of a picture they make and can hardly blame the nurse who comes in with an IV. She is an older alpha that always fusses over him. And YS is too out of it to participate in a conversation when she asks how long they know him and SH says that's it's been almost two years. The nurse looks surprised and then delighted as she says"I know it's not my business and some ppl are weird about relationships between omegas, but I'm so happy to know he has you! You can't imagine how many partners leave the omega who got pregnant from a rap3, as if it's their fault. You are great for staying and you can come with him for the check ups, we are quite progressive here!"
She leaves and YS is completely rigid not able to breathe, with his face still smushed into SH shoulder. Hj makes a raw wounded sound but SH only hugs YS tighter and says "Not now. We will talk about this later."And YS hopes that later means never but he is off the hook for now so he just clings on. 
HJ and SH take YS to their place after that and he is so grateful that they are not asking more questions so he goes along with them and let's them push him into a shower and into the softest pj's and into their bed where he just drifts off right away.
Next morning YS wakes up and even though he is dreading the conversation, it was also the best sleep he had in months, surrounded by their scents, so if there was ever a time he
was even halfway ready, it was then.
As he emerges from the bathroom, there is a tasty breakfast. SH and HJ look terrible like they haven't slept at all and maybe cried all night so even if YS didn't want to talk he felt like he owed them honesty for all the stress he caused them. 
So after breakfast they move to the couch and he tells them that yeah, it's what happened when he went to the countryside. 
"Did someone in your family..." 
"What? Oh no. It was a random alpha. I was in the fields alone at night and he was in a rut. I haven't even seen his face. It was so sudden and then, I was in pre-heat and it... kicked it off all the way, so I barely remember anything at all." 
The fact that assault made his heat start early is something YS can't really think about, it makes him hyperventilate and make all the sounds and vision go dark and muffled so he doesn't dwell on it. 
Just like he can't think how the existence of the baby instantly put him in the protective mode. It's not as much a decision he made as some nature's great imperative working through him, moving the axis of his entire being, sprouting love and care where there was none while he was still very much aware how alien and rapidly occurring those feelings were.
In many ways his own reactions, no doubt fueled by massive hormonal changes, feel even more violating and YS tries his best not to think about that either. He is intent on not thinking or feeling anything at all but that's so much harder when he has to explain things to them.
HJ keeps fidgeting with his sleeves "Why didn't you tell us, you know we would-"
"Stay with me? Yeah. I know you would. That's why I couldn't do that. The choice was taken away from me and I couldn't do that with you too. I wanted to know your honest opinion and you told me."
HJ is frowning but SH nods at him. "It was your call to make and you did and we can respect that. I understand why but I just wish you didn't cut us off so suddenly. You know that we misunderstood the situation badly and went through a heartbreak. You know we still... l- care."
They talk it out some more. And YS has to clamp down on his feelings hard when SH reiterates that they are friends and won't abandon him. Bc tiny part of him was hoping for more but also there is a relief that they don't just fold their lives around him, even though HJ is still
not saying much until he insists that YS stay with them until he is in the clear with doctors. 
And so it's decided and YS starts living with them. HJ takes it upon himself to research everything pregnancy related when he realizes that YS has no clue about his own condition.
As the one with the most flexible schedule he also takes it upon himself to drive him to all the appointments and start going with as well and not correcting everyone assuming they are partners. 
YS doesn't quite know what to do with all of that so he quietly allows himself to be
taken care off. Also HJ starts BUYING stuff. Some special pillows and clothing when he found out YS never got anything like that and vitamins and more and more. As always buying shit is his way to deal with anxiety and after some initial reluctance, YS just lets him.
It's different with SH. It's almost like there are two different ways he treats YS. If they just watch a drama or talk about work or anything like that, it's almost like it was when they just started dating. SH is smiley and teasy and affectionate. Cooking all his favorite meals.
But as soon as anything pregnancy related comes up, he becomes very distantly polite and reserved. YS knows that he is not comfortable with the whole thing and especially how HJ hyperfixated on his research and how many things start getting delivered and filling up their place.
YS tries to do the right thing and move back to his apartment as a month later he is pronounced to be in great health but the truth is he IS terrible at taking care of himself and more so in a current state. He is still spacy and missing big chunks of his day. 
They know it and HJ insists that he stay with them and so he does, slowly turning their living room into a nest, without even thinking. YS is very aware that SH doesn't ask him to stay but he doesn't object either so YS defaults to once again latch on to what they are willing to give him. Guilt and dread always close to the surface in his heart. 
Until it all blows up. HJ orders a fancy high-tech crib and he is struggling to assemble it, refusing help from YS who could clearly see all the ways he was doing it wrong and so giggling in his hands, when SH comes back from work.
SH looks over them and asks what is that. And HJ mumbles something about scrapped metal and YS explains it's a crib. SH is like... a crib... to be put where? HJ pauses and looks up alarmed by his tone and he is like well, it wasn't decided yet. 
And SH's expression darkens bc
Wasn't it? Wasn't it decided, considering he is assembling it right here. Next to the nest. And that's the first time either of them acknowledge that YS has built one on the couch. YS looks at it in panic bc it is right there, with their hoodies and towels and plushies mixed in.
HJ stands up and asks SH what is his problem and SH says nothing but HJ insists and so he starts quietly saying that maybe he would have appreciated being consulted on decisions like this, maybe they could discuss things about changing their apartment or LIFE for that matter but
Clearly HJ is too busy being happy and playing house with YS and apparently his opinion is not really necessary on it. Not like HJ asked his opinion on anything recently. Not like they even had much of a relationship by this point that didn't revolve around YS and his pregnancy.
And YS starts grabbing some of his things, determined to leave asap. HJ is not even saying anything, he is silently crying. SH looks at YS tired and defeated and says to not be stupid and put things down and it's that moment that YS breaks and starts screaming at him. 
That's exactly what he knew would happen. He KNOWS SH hates the idea of parenthood. He knows it brings up his terrible childhood. That's what he was trying to avoid all along! They brought him back and now he ruined their lives just like he knew he would! SH tells him something but he can't hear and can't even fight a hug SH locks him in. 
Can't fight being tugged to the couch into his nest. SH is there still hugging him and then HJ is there too and it's the first time they lay in his nest and YS can't help crying harder at how right it feels.
They don't really fall asleep but it takes a long time until anyone can speak. HJ is the one to start and he apologizes to SH for not seeing how he was hurting, for hiding away in his research and purchasing frenzy so that he could ignore all the fundamental issues they were dancing around. Like the one where he really loves YS and absolutely wants to be a part of his life forever, especially as a partner if he is allowed to. And YS has to clutch his hand and nod. 
SH then apologizes to YS bc he didn't deserve any of this. It's not even that he hates the idea of parenthood. He is just terrified. He is nowhere near to being ready, he won't do a good job, HJ is so much better than him at this already, they would make for a great family and he doesn't see where he would fit in there. YS and HJ both try to assure him and it's not like he doesn't know that many of his fears are just that but it doesn't make them less real. 
But he does want to be with YS, with both of them, baby and all.
They all agree that they need therapy and do they need it! It takes months of active work for them to even scratch the surface, mostly for YS.
They decide to restart their relationship for the third time. Starting with going on dates, doing silly (but also very serious) proper courting, slowly reintroducing intimacy. They manage to get back to having a s3x life for a while until it's too much work for the heavily pregnant YS and while he is afraid of birth he kind of also can't wait for that to happen so they could go back to it. 
And he is not really 100% ok but he is getting a little better every day and he actually starts believing that he has a life full of love ahead of him to get there. 
End.
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PROPAGANDA
KATARA (AVATAR THE LAST AIRBENDER)
1.) Katara was always shoved aside by both the narrative and the protagonist of AtLA. Despite her powerful arc, the creators always treated her as just the girl who the guy gets as a prize for saving the world. Her friends always relied on her for everything, from emotional support (that she felt she had to give) to menial tasks like cooking and cleaning and sewing (that no-one helped her out with). Her canonical boyfriend forced a kiss on her TWICE, and this was never really brought up or discussed (when she tried to discuss the first one, he forced the second one on her). She never got apologised to, and was constantly undervalued, treated badly, and her emotions were sidelined (she basically got told she was overreacting for wanting to pursue justice for her mother's murder). So yes, I do in fact think that Katara was a victim of misogyny. Also she wasn't allowed to learn to fight because she was a girl, even though she NEEDED to, and this only changed when the teacher found out that she was his old girlfriend's granddaughter.
None of this even touches on the sh*t that she was forced through in the sequel series. Good grief, I'm not even going to get started on that.
2.) Despite being the younger of two siblings, after her mom died she was forced to assume the role of caretaker in her family despite being a whole LITERAL CHILD to the point that her older brother IN CANON can only picture her face when he thinks of their MOTHER. She was always seen doing chores in the background that no other character ever helped her with because of her place as the "team mom" despite being LITERALLY fourteen. Not to mention how the sequel series ripped all of her personality and accomplishments from her to have her stay home w the children and let her husband neglect them in ways she NEVER would have actually stood for in the og series. Where all the other characters have statues and cities and laws and bending skills named after them they make her sit and twiddle her thumbs so that she can be the avatar's perfect uncomplaining wife and silently fade into the background
3.) so some things I wanna say here might actually be controversial, because I feel like the fans actually bought into/accepted the stuff I'm talking about uncritically. or maybe it's not that deep. but anyway
katara initially can be pretty sensible - her and sokka both. they're the kids of the chief, and neither of their parents are around, so it's obvious they both feel a lot of responsibility.
but still, early on, she's rebellious, she seeks fun and adventure, she cracks jokes. she goes penguin sledding with aang, who reminds her that she is in fact a kid. she steals from pirates then jokes about it when sokka scolds her.
as the show goes on, she gets more stern, straightlaced, "motherly", and has less of a sense of humour. she's still a badass but there are jokes about how she isn't fun or funny, or how she's a stick in the mud, to the point where I feel like the audience seems to have actually bought into it too. then the ember island players episode makes out like she's super preachy and cries a lot - yes obviously I know that this is a joke episode, but the show clearly is trying to parody itself with a basis on characters actual qualities, otherwise why would they bother? and the other characters act like they secretly think it's accurate too. since WHEN?
then sokka who starts out taking charge and resisting kataras schemes, becomes the light-hearted, fun, funny one. like yes he was always sarcastic and wisecracking, but at some point it feels like the show decided that they needed to have a sokka funny, katara unfunny dichotomy. even tho sokka isn't fuckin funny, everyone groans at his jokes.
if katara doesnt make jokes like the show seems to imply, then that means what she does when she's sarcastic or whatever isn't a joke, it's something else. like idk, bitchiness, I guess.
EVE (PARADISE LOST)
1.) I recognise how insane this submission is because this was written in 1667 and so attitudes towards women were obviously very different. But misogyny has always existed, no matter the time period, and so I think it's fair to pick up on it. Although Milton somewhat avoids painting Eve as the wicked seductress, she is nevertheless presented as inherently inferior to Adam - her 'virtue' and 'passion' are supposed to be an equal counterpart to Adam's intellect but Milton's clear resentment of Eve shines through. She is vain from the beginning - enamoured with her own reflection until she meets Adam. She is Adam's subordinate and readily accepts her place in the hierarchy below him, until she meets Satan. Women seeking power and knowledge is therefore inextricably tied to the fall of mankind. Her attempt for some kind of independence away from Adam (going to tend the garden away from him) is also presented as the primary reason she succumbed to Satan because Adam is needed to protect her. Eve (the mother of all women) therefore creates the assumption that women are weak and easily misled away from men. The description of her eating the apple is very sexual - perhaps reflecting the anxieties of men at the time of being cuckolded and therefore dishonoured by their wives. She is the ultimate disobedient, dangerous wife. Her reason for sharing the forbidden knowledge with Adam, rather than keeping it for herself, is because she is worried she will face the wrath of God and be replaced with another Eve. So it is her jealousy that brings them both down. (It is all a lot more complicated than this so Eng lit people don't kill me) but yeah poor Eve.
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miss-revy-1412 · 8 months ago
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Uncle Murad is a terrible dad Mehmed needed hugs and therapy
No, if you think I'm gonna defend his SA attempt on MC then take a chill pill because that's not gonna happen!!!!!
But……..
I might advocate how Uncle Murad was a terrible father to a child who literally went paralyzed for life. and how certain actions can cost your dear ones really badly a.k.a Lale getting nearly r*ped and traumatised for life.
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First of all, what as a parent will you do to a chid if they lose their mother aka you lose a wife?
Option A: Try to raise them up by yourself. Option B : Arrange child care for them and listen to their pain Or Option C : Throw them away from your house and then call them back when you lose all your children?
Guess what our uncle did!!!
He banishes this child, doesn't even try to give him education ignores him for 9 years, no contact and has always had low hopes from his own kid because, his favorite kids died one by one like Dominoes falling plus he is the reminder of his wife's death? I mean WTF what did that child even do to you? She's dead and you should instead cope and try to make amends with your kid. Is this what good parents do? Also them he goes roasting his own wife in Season 2 that she was not smart and beautiful woman but, I felt pity
Me: Excuse me her child literally is not such reminder and also if you felt pity why banishing your child like a savage?
Are these signs of ignorant dad? Yes it is indeed. Do you think why Mehmed has esteem issues, behaviour issues, unable to talk to opposite gender in respectable manner and even erratic behaviour for no reason?
All of his sh+tty flaws are result of an ignorant, hostile charged-energy environment and seeing woman just as bodies not getting love or even a break and seeing everything as property to conquer a.k.a : Lale was gonna pay some sh*t for real even if he met her later or soon and that's what makes his character even mid. I want to hate his shitty actions but, as I see this plot sometimes I feel If mental asylum were available he be patient for life and he might have changed for real but sadly 14th century there was no psychology and therapy
The therapy you can give him is: "Awww, he's so tragic let me forgive him to fix him!" Pffft !
An irony even to see is his dream in S4E7 , Lale appears to be taking care of his mental status after her lost his "mind".
Also, this guy was satanized as a child doesn't even remember his own mother well and worse his underdeveloped hypothalamus was f*cked the day Mephis did voodoo magic on his body and mind and hence you have a psychotic son and ruler depending on your relationship with Mehmed.
Perhaps this scene and the actions of uncle literally triggered something in me and I found Mehmed more reasonable for hating his father in my case it was my grandmother.
Seriously, who would think RC would trigger my life event technically I also faced same shit as child as abandoned of someone's love ?
Apparently, this is why I can't love Uncle Murad as a character one point he does something good but, then he also does something terrible too.
And yes he went old he started to realise he did wrong to Mehmed yet, they still have a strained relationship even the adult Mehmed claims in recent update how Uncle never made ammends with him and just saw him his "heir" but not in a loving manner but just a placeholder.
Moral of the story: Don't throw children out when they need you the most or else be ready to have consequences and a very rough and evil offsprings.
Mehmed can be anything depending on you views given he's a complex character
He can be shit He can be redeeming , He can improve, He can be an asshole, He can be a predator, He can be tragic
Thank you !
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forest-falcon · 1 year ago
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WIP Wednesday
Adding to my Thunderbirds fic with OC Lieutenant Tamara Fielding & Jonesy (both firefighters who work with Chief McCready). The fic is written completely out of order (my brain refuses to be anything but chaotic!)
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Tam set her coffee down on the countertop of the front desk and dragged an office chair towards her.
God she hated paperwork, especially during the winter months. Maybe she could shred the whole pile...create a fire in the foyer - anything to thaw out her frozen hands. Then again, arson, as a rule, was somewhat frowned upon within the firefighting community. Killjoys.
Tam cradled the quickly cooling coffee, attempting to leech the remaining heat from it. 
"You gonna drink that or buy it dinner?"
"Oh I'd take it to bed with me if I could, but I've somehow gotta make your numbers look good so Chief McCready doesn't fire your ass."
"Sounds like an easy day to me. I am, after all, Jonesy... the living legend."
Tam arched a brow as he flexed 
"Hmmm...those weren't the words I was thinking of."
"Well I'm not sure you can use ruggedly handsome in a report?"  
Tam took a sip of her coffee.
"I've known cats with smaller egos than yours."
Jonesy grinned. 
"So why's Chief got you hooled up here anyway? I miss my partner in crime. The probie ain't bad, but I want my work wife back."
Tam took an elongated slurp of her now-iced-latte, before the phone mercifully rang.
"Hold up, I've gotta take this."
Jonesy gave a mock salute, winked, then headed in the general direction of the lockers.
"London Fire Brigade"
"Guess who?"
"Scott?"
"Guilty as charged!"
"How...err...how are you? Sorry, I wasn't expecting it to be you. Is everything okay, I mean, is there a situation we can assist with?"
"Oh! No, it's just a friendly call. I've asked EOS and John to cover any incoming calls to the station  while we chat."
"That's...erm...thanks?"
"So! In answer to your earlier question - I'm well. Bored as hell, stuck doing paperwork, but you know what they say...no rest for the wicked!"
"I'm not sure anyone in your family really fits that description."
"Honestly? Even after Gordon switched the letters  around on your keyboard?"
"That was him?"
"Like I said, wicked."
There was a brief pause.
"How's everyone else? I don't think I managed to catch Virgil before I left."
"Ah yes. Tyre factory fire in Madrid. To be fair, he's not one for goodbyes. But yes - the rest of the family's well. Kayo, I think, is missing the female company already as she's being proper ornery today. I think Alan's gonna have to game standing up as she kicked his arse good n proper sparring this morning."
Tam chuckled despite herself. 
"Poor Alan." 
"Anyway, just thought I'd drop you a line to see how life back at the station was going?"
"Oh. Well...s'been okay. Chief McCready has me on desk duty today thanks to the whole surfboard incident. Told her my head was fine, but, yeah. Here I am checking fire alarms, fitting car seats and making coffee. Life in the fast lane..."
"Hey, don't knock it. I've spent the day crunching numbers."
"You love numbers."
"Yeah, not these numbers though. Hey! We could swap? You do my Tracy Industries calcs and I'll brew the coffees?"
"Sure, I mean, only if I get to work in your office? The London drizzle and concrete doesn't quite stand up to your sea view."
"Deal! I'll bring One around as soon as I can suit up!"
"Oh, and I should warn you...don't drink the coffee. It's the cheapest instant sh*t they could find...and it's decaf."
"Ah now, that may be a deal-breaker you see..."
"Damnit"
"Yeah. Can't be pulling all night rescues on weak wanna-be-coffee."
"You wouldn't cut it here then Commander...better stick to your paperwork."
"Touché! Anyway...I better head off and let you get back to it. It was nice hearing your voice. Maybe we can grab lunch whenever I'm next in London?"
"I'd like that."
"Great, I'll get John to locate the nearest McDonald's for us."
There was a click as Scott hung up.
Tam chuckled.
"Jackass."
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nerdthatsiriuslylovesteaxx · 10 months ago
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Helpless part 28, this is the part I started this fic for (I'm not even joking)
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The monster grabbed Hazel, ripping her in two, Nico tried to scream but no words came out of his mouth. He saw Frank, yelling, charging at him, bow in hand. Tears streamed down his face, yet a voice whispered that he deserved this, that he needed to suffer. He saw Bianca leading into battle under the lead of Thalia Grace, he was frozen. She shot an arrow to his shoulder, Nico fell to the ground with the sudden burst of pain. He tried to run, run from his problems like he always did, he was lost in about ten seconds, without a clue where he was going, the Labrynith. The maze went dark, then suddenly a burst of light came through, in front of him was Will Solace. He ran to him, trying to find comfort in anything yet the blonde boy pushed him to the floor.
"You're a pathetic little fag Nico, nothing more. You run from all of your problems, you deserve to suffer for your crimes, you disgust me." Nico turned and ran, ignoring the taunts that came from th boy he loved. Then he saw that memory again, the one that he wished he could erase from his mind. He was nine, that day his mum took him and Bianca out. They had gone to church like every other Sunday but his day was different. Nico always hated the Catholic Church, no one knew that, he would have been killed for that crime. They always forced him into white, making him recite bible verses, telling him everything was a sin, he hated it from the first day he could remember going. The day they threw the white fabrics at him, cutting his hair, claiming it made him look too much like a girl and that would be sacrilegious. But this was the day he knew, he was certain it was evil. He was clutching his sisters hand, two guys were on a platform, rope around their necks, couldn't have been much older than 15. He remembered looking away after the lever was pulled, he remembered the priests words.
"They were hung for the crime of homosexuality, a purely disgusting sin. They may have been children but they deserved to die, for the have committed the worst sin of all time." Nico never spoke about that day, it was one part of his nightmares that hadn't left him since that day. He remembers crying, Bianca telling him it was alright and they had done something wrong, that he didn't understand. She never knew what his thoughts were, she never knew he was just like them. He imagined what his life would have been if he wasn't in the casino, would he be married to a girl he never loved? Who he have run? Or would they have finally broken him into what they thought he should be? He heard the snap of the necks, two voices, Hazel and Bianca's both muttering in his ear. Percy choking him against that wall, this time yelling.
"You're a disgusting thing, no wonder your sister joined the hunters without a second thought of leaving you behind." Nico wanted to scream. The son of Hades woke up in a cold sweat, shaking. He couldn't take this anymore, not the fucked up demigod life, not knowing everything that had happened before him, not after what he'd gone through.
"I'm sorry Hazel, I tried, I really tried. But you don't need me." He whispered though the tears. He lit a cigarette letting the nicotine fill his lungs, it didn't help. He didn't want to feel, more he didn't want to live. He drained a whole bottle of vodka before pulling out his pocket knife, he dragged it across his skin, cuttings as deep as he could. He felt a light sting and the blood covered his palms, again, he needed to feel something. He carved a word on his other arm, horizontal cuts all around it, everything was covered in the scarlet liquid. The Ghost king pulled off his shirt and cared the word faggot down his chest, he could feel his head getting lighter, he felt like he was about to pass out he looked over to his hands where cigarettes burns littered them and added another two to the collection. He looked down at his thighs, littered with scares as he dragged the blade across, letting the blood soak everything, he could feel himself losing consciousness but he didn't stop, he would be dead in five minutes, and he wanted to make that time sooner if he could.
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just a small bunch of Alek because he is the babiest of girls 😔
think it's about time i explained who tf he is and why i'm always sad about him so here are a few fun facts about the boi!:
saw his parents get brutaly unalived by Arasaka aged 16 and had to delta the fuck outta there with a toddler sister in his arms
got stranded in the desert outside Night City with nothing to his name but dad's old jacket, enough eddies to buy like one burger and a hungry child to care for
came across some Nomads (the Bakkers) and for a year or two Selita Bakker took the babes under her wing (then she fucken died and he had to leave again)
was forced into a life of crime just to make sure his sis didn't starve
he'd disappear for days or weeks doing gig after gig while Jaxine stayed with Mama Welles, Padre, Dr. Vik or Mama Fabienne (a kind-hearted haitian proprietress of The Birdhouse, an orphanage set up in the ruins of a small theatre tucked away somewhere between Dogtown and GIM) more about her sometime later
because of that Jax basically raised herself and Alek forever hated himself for not being there for her when she needed him most
he called her Jacket all the time and only used her name when she done fucked up and needed an ass woopin' (she was a hooligan who'd get locked up on possession charges aged 14...)
the nickname came from the fact that after they became orphans Jax would only ever shut up and stop crying while swaddled into her dad's giant jacket; she'd even wobble around like a penguin wearing it like a giant ass cape. and so it stuck. Jacket (sometimes it was JJ when Alek was in a hurry)
back in the world of edgerunning he was known as Vulture or V for short. his selling pitch was "got a bone to pick with somebody? Vulture's your man!"
as a side job he also ran an indie rock group "The Vultures". music helped him cope with day-to-day traumatic shit he had to endure. it's through the showbiz that he met Kerry Eurodyne and developed a hopeless crush on the celeb. feelings were mutual AF but both gonks were too shy to say anything. Kerry would only find out about it some years later from his sis when she became a walking floppy disk for Johnny_Silverhand.exe
at some point he utterly peaked in the merc world. every dog at the Afterlife knew his face and everybody wanted to work with him. even Rogue at some point advertised him to her clients as "the" man to do the job
at the pinnacle of his career Alek chipped in some mean mantis blades, top of the line Kiroshis, a Militech-made Sandevistan and a gazillion more enhancements that made him a fucken beast to be reckoned with. he also trained relentlessly and folks even mistook him for an ex-military, even though everything he knew was self-taught. he never stopped improving his body and mind and because of this (or maybe inspite of this?) he started showing the first symptoms of cyberpsychosis sometime around 2070. despite that, he'd keep his illness under control up until his death in 2074
it was also around this time that he klepped a pristine Type-66 Avenger off some corpo rat. he took the beaut to the Nomads to have it juiced up and after some work the wheels came out black as midnight, equipped with CrystalDome tech, guns upon guns, meanest freaking engine and tyres that could cling to walls if need be. don't ask how many people died staring down that bumper approaching them head-on at supersonic speeds, cause the answer is too many. Jax always felt like he loved that damned car more than her sometimes... and whenever she asked to take the beastie for a spin he'd always reply "over my dead body". who knew fucker meant it literally?!
Alek lied to Jaxine her whole life in a desperate bid to protect her from literally the entire world. the story of how they became orphans, what he did as a job, where he went off to for days on end... girl grew up knowing nothing about real Alek. only years later when with the help of a mutual friend she discovers his secret pad in the Glen that she'd start to piece together who he really was
Alek was afraid of his illness taking away his memory, so he scrolled damn near everything. birthday parties, hangouts at the shooting range, hikes into the badlands... every more or less important moment with Jaxie got recorded onto a BD shard and tucked away like a precious little slice of life that he was losing alongside his self-destructing neural links. later, Jaxie would spend hours rolling them over and over again, reliving the life that Arasaka took from them
throughout his career Alek's sole purpose in life (besides keeping his lil' sis alive) was revenge on Arasaka. specifically, he wanted to end Saburo himself with his own hands. any gig that involved messing with 'Saka or allowed him to gather crucial info was an automatic green light for him
he knew his dad didn't die in the assault and suspected he was Soulkilled like many other enemies of the corp (old man did in fact manage a anti-corpo group of vigilantes for like a decade before getting ratted out by somebody). at some point while on a gig to steal some 'Saka intel he got a hold of his dad's engram's copy. not like the Relic which would delete your personality, but the old gen - one that you plug in and talk to like your average hologram. of course, Alek never told Jax that he had their dead father on a shard slotted into his head at all times... and old man Bryce didn't want to traumatize his junior kid even further, either
dad wholeheartedly supported his son's mission to topple Arasaka, which was probably a bad idea... because history tends to repeat itself and eventually 'Saka discovered Alek's true identity and connected numerous crimes against them back to him. Adam Smasher was on his way to smash Alek...
too late did Alek realize that he done fucked up. he got all the crucial info locked away in his pad, the keys from it he left in his wheels and send that mf off into the sunset with a trusted fella. he recorded a sordid confession for Jaxie with a shitton of i'm-sorry's and i-love-you's and sent her away by... lying, again. he told her some drug dealers where coming to collect their due and he wanted her out of danger while he dealt with them. but the metal man Smasher showed up and the epic fight ensued. Alek knew he had no chance but he wasn't gonna make it easy for the dickwipe that zeroed his fam. the least he could do is hurt the bitch. and so as Jaxie was speeding away on Alek's bike - explosion. both Alek and his digitized dad were gone for good. Jaxie was left to fend for herself, not knowing that 'Saka now knew that they didn't wipe all of the Bryces and were looking for the one that got away
eventually she'd learn the whole tragic ass truth. and despite Alek's last wish for Jaxine to leave 'Saka be and just live her life, she made it her life goal to avenge her family. somehow, someway. one Johnny Silverhand would later come in extremely handy in this quest of hers
even though his life was hard and short, he did try to live to the fullest. he put his heart and soul into his music, he tried his damned best to show Jaxine that he loved her, and he looked out for his friends. Rogue would describe him as "the good villain" - a guy who despite having bloodied hands that never dried, always tried to do well by others. there was a short time when he was considered the deadliest motherfucker in town the mention of whose name sent shivers down gangoons' spines. and then he, like many before him and after, died
so if ya wanna honor the legendary Vulture whose flight was cut short, come down to the Afterlife and ask Claire for a shot of The Vulture: Armagnac Massy on the rocks with a splash of Cirrus Cola and a mint garnish. expensive, you say? if you knew him, you'd know he was worth every ennie
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daydreamer-707 · 2 years ago
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Unforgettable (Adult!Bakugo x fem!reader Fanfiction)
Finally the time has come! The prologue to my first fanfic ‘Unforgettable’ is out (I thought of a better name for the story)! I have read through it several times in hope of finding and correcting any errors. I had a lot of fun writing it and I hope you will enjoy it as much as I do.
This fanfic is set in the future where all the characters are older. Reader will be female in the story, but I've tried to keep it as neutral as possible.
The story will be found under the hashtag #unforgettablebakugoxfem!reader. In the distant future, if things go well, I would make a list for it.
If you find anything I should add to the warning, please let me know. Somehow I found no more except cursing…
Have fun!
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Words: 3666
Estimated reading time: 28.2 min
Warning: cursing because of Bakugo, English is not my mother language
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Prologue
It was late evening when the last Agency Dynamight staff left the building. Ignoring the light in the entryway, you could still see a few lights burning in the central area. One of them was the office of Bakugo Katsuki, Japan's number two hero. His weary gaze lingered on the three stacks of paper that had formed in front of him. Grimacing in annoyance, he tried not to yell out loud.
The stack on the right was his. Missions he has completed and content designed just for him. The middle one was slightly larger than the previous one. Those were the important papers that he went through and has to forward on Friday. What got him incensed, however, was the leftmost stack, which is twice the size of the two combined. These would also have to be completed. Today was Wednesday. He has a day and a half to do this, since it has to be passed on at noon.
He couldn't suppress the next sigh when he thought of the person in charge. Marie Anderson, a woman who moved to Japan with her family from America 10 years ago. She was the third best student with the best grades and was highly praised for her work. After half a year he couldn't see it at all. Not a damn piece of it.
In the many years he's worked as a prohero, he had to fire his assistant several times. Sloppily worked, company secrets were passed on, bullying among colleagues and the many advances towards him. There were more reasons that he didn't really want to think about. Just the smallest memory of the previous one sent a shiver down his spine and his nerves working at full speed.
"Bakugo-san?"
A knock on his door pulled him out of his thoughts and he gave a small grunt in response. Not a second later the door opened and he couldn't help but sigh in relief. It was his secretary, Lilith, who tied her blond hair, adorned with gray streaks, into a tight bun. An elderly lady who volunteered to work under Dynamight and had never betrayed his trust.
"Shouldn't you be home by now, like the others? Like three damn hours ago?”
"I could say the same thing, Bakugo-san. I have made it my task to get rid of the problem once and for all.”
The afore mentioned raised his eyebrows skeptically when Lilith adjusted her glasses and gave him a stern look.
"I saw how you wanted to reprimand your assistant several times and was always interrupted by the other employees. As your secretary, I know what the atmosphere is like in the agency. A half is for and against Marie. Of course I'm against Marie."
Speechless and confused, he watched as her glasses flashed briefly. This happened every time her plan goes smoothly.
"I don't know if I should consider myself lucky or just blow myself up."
"Both."
"Fuck off."
"Later."
"Disgusting."
Not a second later there was another knock at the door and Katsuki's slight smile disappeared pretty quickly, since he could guess who was at the door. With a grimace, he tried to tell Lilith not to leave him alone. But her mischievous smile told him everything.
"I fucking hate you."
"I wish you a good night as well, Bakugo-san."
"Katsuki!"
With this sentence the door was thrown open. There she stood and Bakugo couldn't help but look her up and down. Not in a perverse way. Rather, he was comparing her to someone else. Marie isn't exactly bad looking and is even said to be the prettiest foreigner to have lived in Japan. But ever since he ate with the Todorokis a long time ago, he couldn't get this girl out of his head. He could never really refrain from comparing every potential partner to her. There was no one as fucking perfect as you.
"Oh! Lilith, I didn't know you were still here! I thought that you went home after this message to me.", Marie clapped her hands together in a high voice and clasped them together.
Her attitude and her sentence was as innocent as one could expect from her demeanour. However, if you knew her long enough and took a closer look at her voice, you could hear how contemptuous she spoke to Lilith. Since she was used to it, Lilith only smiled at her falsely and skilfully ignored her as she bowed slightly towards Bakugo again.
"See you in the morning."
"Go on and say hello to your brat for me."
"Of course."
With a loud bye bye, Marie closed the door behind Lilith and turned to Bakugo with a big grin, who gave her a serious look. He could see the corner of her mouth twitch and her smile getting more nervous. That's exactly what he wanted. That kinda reminded him of her first time. She was nervous at the beginning and innocent, untouchable. Everyone in the company loved that about her as she was different from everyone else. Marie apparently had experience to take advantage of that. Through her hard schoolwork and education, she should be able to do such work with ease. But she managed to fool everyone. Everyone asked to give her more time to master it. A few weeks turned into months and most of their work is done by the others. Now that no one was there to protect her, he could finally attack. You must be thinking, half a year and the great Dynamight hasn't managed to call her to account? It was more or less because everyone knew when to attack. As soon as he started, his colleagues or their fans came flying like dung flies. Most of the time he was also on missions or on patrol to check on the right ones. Then there was Lilith. An elderly lady collected evidence without hesitation and laid it out for him. Evidence that will help him open his dung flies' eyes before their venom can kill them.
Bakugo can't really see what's so great about her. You must be behind it, because everything you are or do is great. Your hair gently caressing your face. How you brush them off your face or tie them in a bun or braid if they bother you. Your concentration to master your tasks without problems is just sexy. It looked so easy when you do it and everyone looks at you with admiration. Your simple attire that suits the job and makes you look so professional. His eyes could watch you for hours and he would never get tired of it. He admits he can't stand meeting up with most of his co-workers, but when it's with Shoto and he can see you doing it, it doesn't really matter. Your size was perfect. You are just fucking perfect in every way and no one has been able to prove him otherwise until now.
"Well, about what Lilith said to me-"
"Sit down."
Wincing, Marie quickly sat down and looked at him in surprise, maybe even horrified. Whether it was because of his stern voice or that he had simply interrupted her, didn't interest him much. Plus she had just interrupted him from thinking about you and he couldn't stand that.
"Do you know the real reason you're still here late at night?"
"T-the real reason? I don't understand. I thought-"
"Thinking doesn't suit you and forget what Lilith told you because that was a lie."
"I'm sorry, what?"
Outraged, Marie looked at her boss and couldn't close her mouth. Shocked by Bakugo's choice of words and how she could fall for Lilith. She knew how closely she worked with Bakugo and actually tried to avoid being alone with him. However, it was just too tempting. Her boss is incredibly handsome and unavailable, everyone here knew that. How could she have thought he was smitten with her like the other men who were here? All she had in mind was to do something hot alone with him in the office. What could have ended so forbidden good and sexy.
"I didn't know you had something with your damn ears, too.", sighing annoyed, Bakugo stroked his hair briefly.
Ever since he finished school and was able to start his own agency, he tried to come across as professional as possible. Also avoiding swearing, mostly trying it. But he has to pull himself together in such a way that he sometimes had the feeling of bursting. But he won't hold back as much as before.
"See those three damn piles of paper in front of me?"
"Yeah, what about them?"
"Well, at least you're not blind. This bunch is mine, I already did this bunch because it's my fucking job. But this one is driving me crazy. Do you know why?"
"N-no."
"Now listen to me damn well. To this day I don't know why you work here. I get all the tasks that you should do from someone else. Marie can't do this shit yet, Marie has never had anything to do with it. I hear that every damn time from your colleagues. They don't or shouldn't have anything to do with it, because it's your fucking job to do it. Namely, as my assistant, who was recommended to me because you're supposed to be the best for the job. I don't see shit about it though. Because that shit is yours. Papers piled up because I took it away from the staff. Do you know what this means?"
"That… belongs to me? I don't… know."
He grinned dangerously at her with his eyes closed. A gesture that made Marie very nervous and made her sweat. It looked inhuman as he slowly sat up and pushed the fat stack of important documents towards her. She had to swallow hard when he opened his eyes again and a shadow fell across his face. It brought out his blood red eyes and made him look even more bestial.
“These stacks must be ready in my office by Friday noon. If they don't, you're fired."
"That's in two days! I don't even have 48 hours to do this! I will never be able to do that!”
"No shit Sherlock. You are entirely to blame for that. Just you and no one else.”
With one hand in his pocket, he stood up and grabbed the table with the other to lean towards her better. At that moment she would love to say how sexy that looks, but at that moment she only felt great hate and fear towards this hero who was watching her with a derisive smile. You could literally read it in his eyes how much he despises her.
"Show me how much you are worth. The old lady who said you were as good as y/n. Come on, show me or can't you?"
In that moment, Marie knew... she was screwed. Not only would her career be over, but her life as well. But she already knows that she has to change it. She won't be there alone. She'll take the whole agency with her and become the #1 assistant working at Todoroki. Oh how she despise that person that took her place. Y/n L/n, you've been at the top for far too long. It's time she took that seat now.
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"Do you have the papers with you for our meeting?"
"Everything prepared and sorted."
"Coffee?"
"Prepared and ready to serve."
"Is my tie right?"
With a mock sigh, the older of the two stopped, whereupon the younger but taller of the two also stopped. The aisle they were in was slightly crowded, so the two-color haired man pushed his partner aside so they wouldn't get in the way.
"Come show me. Let me fix this and now this should be alright. It's cute how you're still nervous before every meeting, Shoto."
Slightly smiling, Shoto looks at the girl, or rather woman, who has stood by his side for years. He was used to your little teasing. To be honest, he had to get used to it because he didn't know it. You were the only one where he was really allowed to make contact and where he could be himself during this time. With you, he wasn't the son of the number two hero, but just a child.
"I'm not nervous. Maybe a little excited.” He tried to sound confident and got a grunt in response.
"Your expression is even more tense than usual. You can't foul me."
"I'm serious, though."
You walked on laughing and therefore didn't see how Shoto looked after you, smiling but also sad. Just like him, you were born to be the perfect assistant to a Proheros. He still felt guilty about what had happened a long time ago. Even if you claim otherwise. Now he couldn't dwell on the past, he had to hold a meeting and do his best! Unlike his father, he didn't care where he was and it just happened that he was currently in 3rd place.
"Y/n!"
Shoto quickly pulled you aside and caught you as you stumbled over your own feet, sneezing. Surprised, you looked up at your boss, who is looking at you with the same wide eyes as you are at him. Still a bit startled, you pushed yourself away from him and took a deep breath.
"Are you alright?" he promptly asked worriedly, making you frown.
"Yes… I'm fine, but I've got a weird feeling. As if anything bad is going to happen.”
"You sure you won't just get sick?"
When Shoto saw your angry face he just put his hands up and shrugged.
"I'm just worried about you."
"You should worry more about the meeting."
"Oh, I almost forgot."
Before you open the door to the meeting room for Shoto, you couldn't help but turn around carefully and look at all the people in the hallway. Something inside you wants to warn you, but you couldn't figure out what or who. This little feeling unsettles you. Unfortunately, you couldn't think about it further because you have more important things to do.
"Don't overexert yourself Y/n, okay?"
"I can’t promise that."
Dissatisfied with your answer, Shoto wanted to tell you something, but you were faster than him and open the door for him. He gave you an annoyed grunt before entering the room with his neutral expression. Immediately the employees, as well as visitors, stopped talking to each other. Everyone watches his lips as he greets everyone and stops in front of the board.
"Y/n, if you please."
Standing next to him you nodded to him and not a second later the papers began to float into his place. They were linked together so the pages could stay in order. Everyone watched in amazement as everyone received a pile of paper without anyone touching them.
"Before we get into the dry subject, Y/n and I had a great idea to get coffee and some treats ready for everyone."
Cups as well as three pots full of coffee flew over everyone's heads and surprised exclamations fell over their mouths. It was always the same reaction. In the beginning you were excited and happy to see how people react to your quirk. But now it just bounced off you. The pots poured coffee for each person as if by themselves. Sugar cubes, like milk. You knew everyone here, as well as their tastes and preferences. You used to be drummed into remembering everything. Because knowledge was power and that's what you need as an assistant for a superhero. If you don't help outside, then where you can best grab them under the arms. To be the best as their right hand.
"Let's get started…"
After a while your phone started vibrating. Curious, you took it out discreetly and your bright eyes began to look soft. It was a message from your best friend that you were able to win thanks to this job. Ashido Mina who was currently engaged to Kirishima Eijiro. Also one of your closest friends. Because of your work you don't have much time to see them, but they were all nice enough to write to you or to invite you despite everything. Whether you can or not. You were very grateful for that, you don't know how you would be without her. They gave you light on your otherwise exhausted life.
'Do you want to have lunch with me? I'm dying of hunger! I don't take a no from you!' - Pinky Mina
'Okay, but you decide where' - SweetyPie aka Y/n
'I was just waiting for this! I'll send you the address and don’t be late! I’m very very hungry right now.' - Pinky Mina
Slightly smiling, you quickly put your phone back in your pocket and looked up at Shoto. Frowning, you noticed that weird feeling resurfaced. It grew stronger with every second you spent looking at your boss. Something will happen and you won't like it one bit.
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Before you entered the meeting room with Shoto, neither of you realized that you were being followed. Not far from you stood Momo Yaoyorozu, who was newly married to Todoroki Shoto. Now that she was his wife, she wanted to give him a little pleasure. Living with him, Momo knows how excited he was before every meeting and wanted to do his best. Shoto wanted to show that he was very different from his old man. However, until today she didn't really know how he got through it.
You two stood there close together. She was too far away from you to know what you're talking about. Feelings like insecurity and her self-esteem from before came up again. Feelings that she controlled and lost thanks to training and Shoto. A rare and disgusting taste appeared in her. Jealousy. It wasn't that Momo didn't know you. Her newly married husband had talked a lot about you and she knew that you meant a lot to him. But in that moment, she wished it wasn't so. She actually liked you since you supported Shoto for so long. But she felt she could take on the role. She was his wife now and what would she be if she couldn't help him?
Momo quickly shook her head, hoping to shake those bad thoughts out of her head, as well as the image of you in his arms. How dare she think of replacing you? Throw you out of Shoto's life? You have a right to it, like all his other friends. But she couldn't suppress the small voice whispering to her how great it would be if Shoto replaced you with someone else.
You take on so many tasks from everyone and from Shoto himself that nothing in his agency would work without you. Shouldn't Shoto experience it for himself and stand on his own two feet and know what it would be like without you?
The ringing and vibrating of her mobile brought her out of her dark thoughts, which she warmly welcomed. What would have happened if she stayed there longer? Maybe she had gotten an idea and gone through with it?
"Yaoyorozu Momo, how can I help you?"
"Momo-chan..!"
"Marie? Oh my god Marie! Please calm down! I can't understand you very well."
With her heart beating fast, Momo tried to find a quiet place for her phone call and best friend she had the chance to meet. The Anderson family had brought great influence from America to Japan and were good friends with her parents.
"I… I can't do this anymore! You have to help me! Bakugo-san is so mean to me... How am I supposed to do this?"
"What do you mean? I only hear good things about Katsuki-"
"Of course you're on his side because you've been through a lot together. I also only have this job because of you, but Momo! He gave me over 100+ pages for Friday lunchtime! I only have one day left!”
"Marie-"
"And I hate it here! Y/n here, y/n there! I am constantly compared to her. She's so much better than everyone else because her family is F/n. I hate her... so much. I was hoping that you would feel the same way and understand me."
Looking ahead, Momo grinds her teeth thoughtfully. The thoughts came back in full force. It would be best if she met Marie in person and heard everything from the beginning. Get a better picture of their situation. What she couldn't know, however, was that Marie wasn't crying, she was grinning on her cell phone.
"Let's meet for lunch this afternoon. Shoto… wanted to meet up with Deku anyway. What do you say?"
"Yes… That would be perfect. You are the best Momo-chan!”
With a loud sigh, Marie stretched and carelessly threw her cell phone on the chair behind her. Her gaze was coldly focused on the half-finished stack before her eyes focused on the crowds outside her office. She was grateful to have her own office with a view of the other colleagues. So she could easily watch everyone and plan her next move.
"Soon you will be rid of a great colleague and consecrated since the fall. I'll bring Shoto to the top..."
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You know Jensen is never going to fuck you. The man has more class in his pinky than you'll ever have in several lifetimes you absolute bag of garbage. Danneel wouldn't wipe her shoes on your pathetic ass. You seriously need to get mental help. You are unhinged and dangerous.
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Do you need Jensen to "f***" you? Is that why you keep sending this same concept to everyone? If so, seek help. Jensen is married and has three children. He needs to focus on that and on taking care of the woman he impregnated, whether he meant to or not. It's disgusting that you would even remotely think sleeping with him is an option. The man doesn't compare in class to me and most of my friends and colleagues, he doesn't even open books and is oblivious to etiquette, especially that of his own industry. He also is less trained and schooled than me so who are you kidding? Yourself?
My as* happens to be more schooled, trained, beautiful and classy than Danneel's too, in fact, I'm beyond appreciated by highly valuable people. Not that that matters, whether good or bad feedback is just feedback and should never overcome someone's highest priorities. This is what it means to be self driven. Something you will never be as you depend on all people thinking the same way you do.
You are the unhinged one for being abusive. You are committing violence with your words over a couple of Z listers. You're probably too daft to even realize the gravity of your post and the horrible paragidms it is feeding into. Which means that you lack awareness. Truly sad.
Being classy is all about someone's soul, how cultured, elegant and emotionally intelligent they are not just what they studied or how much they own, by the way, you keep raising the profile of a bunch of functionally illiterate toxic celebrities and mob anyone who tends to point out they are mediocre. Danneel and Jensen are lovely in their own way but they will never be high class or high quality and the fact that you fail to understand that shows how disconnected you are from what you are trying to reference. Let me translate that for you: you know nothing about class and the fact that you hail Danneel as classy tells us everything we need to know about your level.
I strongly suggest you steer clear of my inbox and seek professional help.
"absolute bag of garbage" must be how you feel about yourself, I feel deeply sorry for how broken you are. So broken you are viciously trying to tear others down in the hopes of feeling better but mark my words, someday you'll cause someone's life to end with your vicious, disgusting soul so I strongly suggest you wake up and get the help you need instead of sending these type of asks which you can, by the way, be charged for.
Lastly, Jensen is endlessly kinder and smarter than you so please refrain from calling yourself a Jensen fan or mentioning his name since, clearly, all you care after is "f*****g" him (your words not mine). Using that word, by the way, is dehumanizing towards him as you are objectifying him. You are creepy, abusive and clearly psychotic since you are purposefully sending hate asks to create a certain outcome. You are not entitled to anyone's sense of self, wellbeing or value and people are free to have different views.
P.S.: Jensen will never sleep with you, no matter how many hateful, vicious mobbing attempts you make. In fact, he doesn't even know you exist and, even if he did, he would be majorly creeped out.
"You are unhinged and dangerous" Just curious, is "unhinged" the only word in your vocabulary? Do you even know what it means? Because it perfectly describes the message you sent in. There is absolutely zero dangerous about people enjoying harmless gossip or expressing opinions with like minded others. What is, however, truly dangerous and "unhinged" are people like you who purposefully and hatefully seek to target others through mobbing, cyberbullying, threats and other virtual offenses all because the person on the other end dislikes your show or actor. If you are looking for dangerous then please look in the mirror, you are inhumane.
As for your trashy, classless vocabulary, I strongly suggest you save it for those of your ilk, if you absolutely must use it.
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beardedmrbean · 1 year ago
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Congressman George Santos is vehemently denying new allegations of credit card fraud, aggravated identity theft and conspiracy that were brought in a 23-count superseding indictment Tuesday.
Speaking with reporters Wednesday morning, Santos, a New York Republican, reiterated what he told CBS News Tuesday night — that he will fight the charges "until the bitter end."  
He walked through several of the counts against him, including explosive allegations that he had made unauthorized charges on his donors' credit cards to support his campaign. Federal prosecutors say in one instance, Santos racked up $15,800 in charges on a campaign contributor's credit card. 
Santos claimed he did not know who these donors are and is working to determine their identities. Asked by CBS News if he plans to make them whole once he learns their identities, he replied, "Well, I mean, me making them whole means I am assuming guilt, right? So, I have no intention of going out of my way." 
"What infuriates me the most, because these are the people who made it possible for me to be here," Santos explained. "Why would I want to hurt the same people who went out of their way to get me here?"
"It wouldn't make sense," he added. "It's like biting the hand that feeds you, right? So, it doesn't compute for me, it doesn't work for me that way." 
Santos claimed that he had people on retainer to make sure "none of these shenanigans were happening" and would investigate some of his vendors and contractors and "pursue them on a later day" to try to recoup any misused funds. He acknowledged "an absolute systematic dereliction of duty across my entire campaign." 
But Santos also continued to heap blame on the ex-treasurer of his campaign, Nancy Marks, who pleaded guilty last Thursday to conspiracy to defraud, admitting she fraudulently reported hundreds of thousands in fake loans that Santos had claimed he made to his campaign. And she admitted that she and Santos had added nonexistent donations from his friends and family in order to falsely inflate his campaign's fundraising totals to qualify for help from a Republican national party committee.
The New York congressman also called charges of lying to the Federal Election Commission "bull****." 
"I didn't even know what the hell the FEC was," he said. "To this date, I don't know what their system looks like, other than going on Google."
Asked if the buck stops with him, Santos demurred. "The buck stops with me is an exaggerated term, especially when you're a candidate, right," he said. "I'm not an experienced politician." 
"I'm getting sick and tired of now everything is thrown at me, as if I was sitting there making all these — how can I say — nefarious shady sh**. But the answer is no, I did not do any of it," Santos said. 
He has no plans to resign and said he would resist any calls to expel him: "They can try to expel me, but I pity the fools that go ahead and do that."
As Republicans gather to try to elect a new speaker just over a week after Rep. Kevin McCarthy, of California, was removed, Santos said he plans to support Rep. Jim Jordan and plans to meet with him next week. 
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𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄 "𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃" 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒
GENERAL
full name:  mona aguilar .
nicknames:  n/a .
age:  twenty - six .
gender:  cis  female .
species:  superhero princess goddess girly from space ?
orientation:  bisexual , biromantic ! love love !
date of birth:  october 22nd .
place of birth:  manila ,  the philippines .
residence:  evermore .
occupation:  host of the v podcast / crime fighter
RELATIONSHIPS
parents:  andre aguilar  ( human , father ) ,  sofia  aguilar ( human , mother ) .
sibilings:  n/a .
significant other(s):  n/a  ( ace/adonis , deceased . i'm not including kunzite i don't think she remembers him atm . )
PHYSIQUE
faceclaim:  s.ue r.amirez .
eye color:  big brown eyed baby <3
hair color: dirty blonde - ish ?
height: 5′4″
ABILITIES
i'm too tired , i'll add these later rip !
character inspo:  minako aino  ( sailor moon ) ,  aphrodite (greek pantheon), venus (roman pantheon), britney spears' debut album;  aphrodite (selections of greek mythology, read by julie harris);  a golden chain of hearts;  “if you don’t fight for your love, what kind of love do you have?”;  a book full of dad jokes;  the maiden archetype;  sappho’s poetry;  not knowing how to go back to your old self;  a red ribbon;  being alone but not lonely;  the golden hour;  fighting until your very last breath;  venus by lady gaga
𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐎 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐔𝐏𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐄 !
first and foremost, mona is a girls girl. she is your best friend, your sister and she will be first in line to sacrifice herself for you, and she'll do it out of love. everything she does is in the name of love, whether the concept itself or for the people she loves. she's very much the embodiment of finding strength in tenderness, of love as not only romantic but also platonic and as an act of selflessness. a lot of my inspiration for her comes from julie harris' aphrodite (which is fitting, considering venus is her roman counterpart), particularly the line "unlike other olympians, (she) is never distracted from her duties. her work is her pleasure, her hobby. she thinks of nothing but love, and nobody expects more of her." mona knows who she is supposed to be and has fully embraced it. at least for the time being.
was living in london before waking up in evermore and that is where she consolidated her 'sailor v' persona and built her reputation. half of the authorities loved her, the other half hated her and the bad guys hated her even more, though it's mainly because she was actually doing a better job than the people in charge. it was truly her vigilante sh*t era.
SHE IS ROOTING FOR YOU !!  SHE'S YOUR BIGGEST FAN !!!!  mona is very much that one person who just met you but already hopes you'll achieve all of your goals and that all your dreams will come true !  she'll do whatever she can to help you get there ♡
talks a lot most of the time. like, seriously, but i think it's because she's been alone for most of her life (at least until artemis showed up) and now that she knows her purpose, she wants to get out there and find the other senshi.
when mona was thirteen, the boy she had a crush on told her she should wear a big red ribbon on her hair, because it'd look perfect on her. she's been wearing her hair like that ever since.
like the other senshi and their planets, she is basically the personification of venus / the goddess associated with it. and because venus' composition is said to be similar to the earth's, she feels even more responsible both for protecting not just the moon and their princess but also the earth.
on a similar note, she will absolutely take advantage of her title to give relationship advice and play matchmaker. girly is a big romantic despite having been cursed to never find love.
kinda didn't want to be a champion of justice at first because it's not like she's getting paid for it. rip
feels the biggest amount of guilt for what happened in their previous incarnation, which is also one of the reasons why she is so devoted to her duty as a sailor guardian. she *needs* to make things right this time around.
keeping with tradition, she hasn’t really revealed herself as the host of the v podcast either. i think girly is too comfortable keeping it private for now, especially since she hasn't found the other senshi yet.
has a big, big rose quartz collection. very much lives by the notion that one can never have too much rose quartz! if you’re feeling sad, she’ll do her best to cheer you up with your favorite meal, movie/show and a pretty rose quartz, probably carved ♡  she also loves pearls and pearl jewelry!
as the guardian of beauty, more specifically things that are universally pleasing to the eye, mona is Huge on beautifully decorated spaces and just aesthetics in general. she also has a knack for collecting those dainty teacups with delicate drawings on them! that being said, she’s also a major advocate of finding beauty in Everything, even in difficult situations. beauty is about the essence, not the vessel!
she's been doing the whole sailor guardian thing for a while now, a little over a year, and she's been doing it on her own (with the exception of artemis, her guardian/cat). these past few years have also been her loneliest.
i think. mona has never taken the time to grieve the loss of the girl she was before becoming sailor v, and it got even worse after she remembered her past as venus. she simply doesn’t have the time to think about the life she could have had, she has a duty and that is more important than anything she could’ve become … or so she tells herself.
as i mentioned before, mona is doomed to never find love, having been sort of cursed by one of her planet's own soldiers. she’ll always put something/someone else before it, mainly the moon princess, the other senshi and her duty.
HOWEVER, that doesn’t stop her from crushing on people regularly and having the occasional hook up. she really is a romantic little baby and will take what she can get, even if it’s not real real love. what a bittersweet girlie. oh, and she doesn’t believe in heterosexuality sorry ♡
terrible with sayings , she always messes them up or uses them in the wrong context . girlie is trying her best !
an extremely athletic girlie and an incredible gymnast! would rather climb up walls and jump through windows than use the actual door.
her bday is on october 22nd, making her a libra! i very much think she has taurus placements though, either moon or rising.
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