#even tho it wasn’t his fault this whole things started even tho he’s also a victim here

[releaseholiday]

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[illbegottenfaith]

lucky pt 2 - theo nott x reader

after the Felix Felicis incident, your relationship with theo has dramatically changed, for better and for worse

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

a/n - by popular demand! rip my title tho the best alternative I could come up with was ‘feminine ass-kicking’ but idk if that’s too out there. also I’ve started part 3 too! (which should be the final part) this was kind of inspired by gilmore girls season 6 :)

tropes/warnings - academic rivals to lovers, angst, slow burn, miscommunication

word count - 2.1k

The Felix Felicis incident had given the both of you much to think about. Outwardly, you maintained the appearance that nothing had changed between the two of you, taking snipes at each other every now and then. But every night, before you’d fall asleep, your mind would wander back to that evening at the Astronomy Tower, the sight of Theo and the harsh contours of his face softened by the forgiving setting sun. Every night, he asks if you have anything else to say. Every night, you shake your head.

And as much as you’d like to pretend otherwise, things had changed between you. Theo became more reserved, somehow, less determined to spar with you. Your fights didn’t hold anywhere near the spark they once did. And you hated it. You hated that it bothered you, you hated that it upset you, you hated that it was all you could think about every time you were in the same classroom as him. It just wasn’t fair.

What also wasn’t fair was your entire group falling sick the day before an extremely crucial Potions project was due. They were all more than apologetic, but it didn’t change the fact that months worth of work to complete in one night if you wanted even a semblance of a chance at passing.

Which was how Theodore Nott found you in the library late one night, pouring over five gnarly tomes on Potions from the Medieval era, writing what looked like three essays at once. You flinched when you heard a noise near the bookshelves, and your mood wasn’t much improved when you saw who it was.

“Trying to read every book in one night, L/N?”

You wanted to roll your eyes. After weeks of stunted conversation, now that it was just the two of them, he was suddenly feeling chatty?

“I'm busy. Buzz off.”

Ignoring you, Theo crept closer, tilting his head to read what you were haphazardly scribbling.

“The Potions project? But we started that months ago. And it’s due tomorrow.”

You swept the papers up out of his sight. You were already in a testy mood to begin with and you were in no mood to have him crow over your bad luck.

“What part of ‘buzz off’ don’t you get?”

“Where are your groupmates?”

“Sick.”

“Sick?”

“They all went on some Hogsmeade trip together, the whole lot of them. They all caught it from each other and they’re supposed to be stupidly contagious.”

“But their reports should be fine.”

“They were, until Madam Pomfrey declared them a biohazard.” Your head was beginning to hurt from the bottled-up frustration. You knew it wasn’t their fault for falling sick, but now you had to pull an all-nighter just so you wouldn’t fail. You stood and walked past him to the shelves, pulling out any and every book that remotely looked like it might help. 

You glanced at the clock, mentally calculating how much time you’d need. There was no way you could get it all done by 9 am. Feeling quite proud of yourself for successfully giving Theo the same cold shoulder he had been giving you the past couple of weeks, you walked to the library telephone and started dialing the number to Slughorn’s office. One of the only people who could help you now was Jeeves, Slughorn’s teaching assistant, provided he was in a good enough mood.

“Jeeves, hi. Yes, I know it’s late, but I was wondering if you could delay the Potions project submission by just an hour? I’m sure Slughorn wouldn’t mind. It’s just my entire team fell sick all at once, and Madam Pomfrey threw out everything they’ve touched in the past three days, including their reports. I know it's due 9 am but couldn’t you bend the rule a little, just this once? For me?”

You rubbed your forehead anxiously, an unpleasant expression on your face as you tried to follow whatever Jeeves was yammering about punctuality. When he moved on to the importance of personal accountability, you felt like you were going to combust if you didn’t shut him up soon.

“Y’know, Jeeves,” you interrupted with a dramatic sigh, dropping your voice, “just the other day I was thinking about that one Quidditch match you had played a couple of years back. Yes, that one game you subbed in for the Chaser? I have to say, you’re no slouch yourself out on the pitch. You sure look like you know your way around a broom. Yes, exactly, way better than those oafs on the team. I always thought it was a shame you didn’t make the cut - one hour. Yes, yes, that’s all I need. Thank you, thank you!”

You hung up, already feeling much more hopeful with the one-hour extension. All that was left to do was slave away for the rest of the night, and by morning you’d have a more than acceptable report ready.

“…what was that?”

You started, having nearly forgotten who was with you. “What was what?” You asked, half-distracted, once again absorbed in rearranging the layout of your Potions project.

“That, with the - ‘you look like you know your way around a broom?’ Really?”

You glanced at Theo, frowning. “Well, how do you get what you want?”

You turned your gaze back to the book splayed out in front of you, missing the brief look of longing that passed over Theo’s face. “Hmm. Bribery, mainly.”

“Right,” you said slowly, a hint of sarcasm in your tone underneath the flurry of activity. “That trust fund isn’t going to spend itself, now is it?”

“My trust fund doesn’t kick in ‘til I’m 25, tesoro.”

You wanted to kick yourself when your heart fluttered over the stupidly endearing pet name. You didn’t realise how much you missed it. “Oh, oh, of course. Mr. Moneybags here is just absolutely rolling in it even without his trust fund. How could I forget?”

“Mr. Moneybags? That’s the best you can come up with?”

You huffed without any real annoyance. You walked over to where Theo was lounging as he lazily watched you spin like a top between the bookshelves. He had the decency to sit up slightly as you approached and dumped the stack of papers into his lap.

“Look, Nott, I’m on a time crunch here. So either help me or get out.”

Theo looked up at you without a trace of mockery in his otherwise teasing blue eyes. You willed yourself to not look away. 

“Yes, ma'am.”

You made the mistake of holding his gaze. A beat passed, then two. It seemed that it was surprisingly impossible for either of you to look away. Finally, you snapped out of it, mentally giving yourself a good shake as you hurried out of his magnetic field back to the table. If you didn’t know any better, you’d have thought you were flirting with him.

“Wha -?”

“Toast. From breakfast.”

You glanced around the room bleary-eyed, seizing Theo’s wrist a little harder than necessary as you blinked the sleep out of your eyes. As much as you hated to admit it, last night had gone better than you could have ever hoped. It helped to have another pair of hands and a brain that was almost as good as yours. Unfortunately, you must have nodded off at some point, 

Cursing as you finally made out the time on his watch, you peeled off the piece of parchment stuck to your face and continued writing, even as every muscle in your palm protested. Theo rolled his eyes and stuck the toast in your mouth, which you mindlessly nibbled on for the next hour or so. 

When you were finally done, you stuck your group’s names on the cover page and the two of you hurried down to Slughorn’s office a little before 10 o clock. Jeeves, good man that he was, was still in. But your relief was short-lived.

Jeeves did an insufferably exaggerated impression of reading the time as you walked in. “It’s 2 past 10. I’m afraid I can’t accept your submission.”

This was it. You reached your limit. You weren’t running on what was at most 2 hours of sleep just for some self-important dimwit of a teaching assistant to refuse your submission.

You grabbed the collar of Jeeves’ shirt, manhandling him with hours' worth of frustration. “Listen here, Jeeves. You will accept my group’s submission if you want to walk out of here with every part of your anatomy intact. You will take these essays I have here and you will accept them graciously, Merlin help you if you don’t.”

“What happened to using your feminine wiles?” asked Theo, thoroughly enjoying himself.

“Yeah, well, now I’m more in the mood for a feminine ass-kicking. Jeeves, come on. ”

You only released him when Theo placed a calming hand on your wrist. He reached into his pocket, offering something to a very red-faced and highly affronted Jeeves.

“C’mon, Jeeves. Maybe we could make this more worth your while.”

You hesitated, torn. On the one hand, you were raised better than to bribe people or accept financial aid, especially when you didn’t really need it. On the other hand, this project was worth 40% of your grade and Jeeves was being a little bitch. 

Jeeves mulled over the coins in his palm, taking his sweet time appraising them. Just as it looked like he was about to ask for something a little more, you slammed a hand on his desk.

“Alright, fine, hand it over.”

Once you’d finally successfully submitted your project, the two of you walked out of Slughorn’s office in a daze. Without the stress of the impending deadline to act as a buffer between you, a certain awkwardness started to set in. Theo had his hands in his pockets, rubbing at a scuffed patch on the floor with his shoe.

“You didn’t have to do that,” you started, but he waved off your protests. Still, no one pulls an all-nighter for just about anyone.

“So how much did you give him?”

Theo sighed. “L/N.”

But you were already pulling out your coin purse. “It can’t have been more than what I have on me now.”

“Y/N.” You stopped counting out your coins. He was looking at you strangely, like he didn’t understand what he was doing either. “Forget it. Really.”

Reluctantly, you pocketed your coin purse. A hysterical sort of giddiness was starting to set in. “We did it.”

“You did it.”

Maybe it was the long night of endless writing or your grumbling stomach. Maybe it was the sleep deprivation. Or maybe it was the way he was looking at you now, with a smile so sincere like he was genuinely so proud of you. Whatever it was, you took a step towards him, and then another before throwing your arms around his neck.

It was a little less dignified than you would have hoped, what with you trembling with barely any sleep and the vestiges of caffeine-induced adrenaline and him having the audacity of being a whole head taller than you since sixth year. But he steadied you before you could tip back, his arms resting around your waist. You had never shaken hands, much less hugged each other, but something about it felt so warm, comforting, familiar. The feel of his solid body pressed against yours didn’t feel so terrible.

But as you pulled apart, you caught sight of his expression, and your face fell. He wasn’t smiling like you, not anymore. 

“I’m sorry,” you blurted out, immediately feeling like the biggest idiot in the world. He still wasn’t smiling, but he didn’t look angry either. He looked - you couldn’t tell how he looked. He reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear almost regretfully, before turning to leave.

“Don’t.”

Theo paused. He didn’t turn to face you.

“Don’t do this, Nott. Don’t be cold. Don’t be distant.”

He adjusted the shoulder strap of his satchel. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he was nervous. “I have Charms to get to.” He turned his head slightly but not enough to meet your gaze. “You should get a proper breakfast.”

And then he left, as if he had no idea what you were talking about. As if the last twelve hours hadn’t occurred. As if he hadn’t felt the void festering between you the past couple of weeks.

As if he didn’t care about you.

Part 3

[itsravenbitch]

how i revised my boyfriend’s mother’s death

a little backstory

— for the sake of privacy, we’re gonna say my boyfriend’s mother’s name is kay

kay’s “death” was caused by a car accident (wasn’t her fault) and she later passed in the hospital. this all happened in new york, and my boyfriend and i live in georgia. but about a 2 days after we found out, we flew out there.

my bf and his mom were super close so that loss was a lot on him. he started burying himself in the gym, sleep, work etc & eventually he became really depressed. he would not get up out of bed and i could not take that. that was when i decided to revise her death, and this was like a week after she passed.

the moment i learned she was dead, i naturally entered the state of loss. so, i simply and quickly went over what state of mind i was currently in, and what state of mind i needed to be in.

now y’all know i love meditating <3 so ofc i meditated. the one i used is by edward art, i believe i’ve mentioned it before. but here’s the link 😌💘

so yeah after this meditation i had completely satisfied my imagination, i had a great feeling of serenity, and i was in the state of the wish fulfilled. + i let go of any need to control the 3d.

— reminder: don’t look at your 3d as something to change. things change when they change in consciousness/imagination. if you wanna manifest something, don’t point out your current circumstance as something that you need to change. be cool and fulfill it in imagination;)

— also sn: my boyfriend knows about the law but he doesn’t necessarily study or consciously use it. so, i didn’t tell him i was revising his mom’s death.

— and i had to continue to act like his mom was actually dead when i was around him, even tho at this point kay was 100% alive in imagination.

so in the morning, i would wake up and assume the state of fulfillment. throughout the day, when i would go check on my boyfriend, he always expressed his feelings, how i could help, and new ways he was trying to cope. honestly, seeing him so hurt and confused hurt me. and throughout this, one of the few things i always reminded myself was that, i’m not my emotions and i’m my thoughts, and neither of those things matter (in terms of manifesting).

another thing i always reminded myself of was the fact that i’m god, BUT i’m also human. so, the ‘god me’ was relaxed & satisfied. the god in me also didn’t have a hurting boyfriend with a dead mom. but the ‘human me’ did and he needed my comfort.

so that’s what i did, i comforted him because he was grieving the death of his mother. so what? i’m human, and i have human decency so ima comfort my baby.

HOWEVER, i didn’t attach myself to that (accept it). i didn’t look at me comforting him as “his mom’s dead and that’s final”, i just did it because he’s my bf and he’s hurt. but i still maintained fulfillment in imagination.

— i talk about this more in depth here. but basically the post acknowledges that yes, you’re god, but you’re also still human and you have a human life to respond to. so do that, respond to your life (when necessary) while simultaneously fulfilling the inner man.

as long as you continue to return to the state and fulfill SELF, you will manifest whatever it is you’ve fulfilled.

when it manifested

the night before it manifested, my bfs dad asked everyone (the family) over for brunch. just so everyone could be together during rough times and whatnot.

the next morning when we woke up, my bf.. it was like he completely reverted; he just went back to his regular self. i made sure to take a mental note of it.

as we were driving to his dads house he was acting very normal. all that pain, hurt, etc was not there. his whole energy was different. then what really got me was when we had got to a red light. he said “i already know my moms threw down, i wonder what she cooked”……….and i’m like, i know i’m not trippin. just went along with it and agreed with him cause what was i supposed to do lol😭?

so we pull up to the house and get to the door, and one of his brothers opened it. as we’re saying hi and walking further into the house we start smelling food and my bf goes “YUP! I KNEW IT!!”

then he walks into the kitchen and says “hey ma watchu in here cooking? it smells good”……. and his mom was literally standing there smiling before she gave him a hug.

this all happened naturally by the way. it was like… she never died😂😂 the power of revision yall!

anyways the whole afternoon went by like nothing ever happened.

i honestly thought it was pretty funny. knowing how they used to interact with each other while they were grieving kay’s death vs now was hilarious. and what makes it funnier is they never knew and never will 😂😂😂

so there y’all have it, how i revised my boyfriend’s mother’s death. sorry i made y’all wait so long:) i literally got so demotivated while trying to type this.

feel free to ask questions cause ik yall got some😩😂 love y’all 🫶🏾

[bibibbon]

smth i hate abt hori is how easy it would’ve been to use the lov to show how hero society lets people slip through the cracks as a result creates villains, but he never fully expands on the idea.

jin’s parents died when he was in *middle school* MIDDLE SCHOOL! which means he could’ve been anywhere between 12-14. and then because of a motorcycle accident that *wasn’t his fault* he got a criminal record, was fired from his job, and became homeless. and then he just spiraled from there.

toga is biologically wired be to fascinated and obsessed with blood. but instead of helping her, her parents are disgusted by her and force her to suppress herself until she inevitably snaps.

dabi is a product of his fathers abuse and it was allowed to go on for decades because his father is a famous pro hero

compress is just an unapologetic evil bastard tho and i love him for that

This is also one of my problems with horis writing!!! Villains in MHA all had wasted potential and I absolutely hated the way their arcs went!

I guess the only arc that I can semi agree on is toga himiko's arc to a certain extent but that even has wasted potential that I talk about down below 👇. I discuss what togas arc could of been and different directions her character could of went.

In my opinion himiko was already introduced as somewhat irredeemable. The first time we see her we are told that she killed 6 people known so far and on around 5 of them she performed blood letting. Also her first victim she literally sliced him up and started drinking his blood (some including I theorise that she maybe even ate some of his body parts). I think it adds to the story simply because togas love or idea of love is based on her becoming that person and having parts of them on her whether that be literal or metaphorical.

I personally like the idea that toga is an irredeemable victim. Toga is someone who was failed by the system and had went through a lot for sure but the actions she did were also things that she should be accounted for ( I talk more about toga and what makes her different from lady nagant in another post). In the end I personally enjoy seeing toga be a humanised not redeemed victim of society that has also commited many crimes.

When it comes to other members of the league I feel like they could of all had better arcs in general.

I remember talking to @doodlegirl1998 and she suggested that twice and togas characters could of very much switched roles as twice is a character who parallels more with ochako (both struggling financially) and hawks would get more repercussions for killing a child (toga). However, I also do like twices death but I do have some problems like how I wish his death would of been thoroughly explored and we see how it impacted everyone or we should of gotten more from twice himself in general.

Dabi deserved better and I really would of wanted him to have a redemption arc, receive some concequences but end up with the todoroki family WITH ENJI DEAD (I HATE HIM!). I hated the whole Dabi always had an ice quirk and that he was just the second choice, always the second choice all along.

Shigaraki and just how much AFO was involved ruined everything for me also Shigaraki knowing about AFO was a horrible twist which made shigarakis characterisation even more inconsistent. I would of liked to see a Shigaraki redemption where he himself works towards one by starting to question AFO and get into the leader role a whole lot more while using the MVA to his advantage to get information, resources and more.

Spinner could of ended up being the better stain and learned form stains mistakes while also changing with shigaraki. I also feel like he needed more build up with his own counterpart like shoji and a thorough explanation and development of the whole hetamorphis discrimination thing.

Compress was evil for fun and it's fun to have those types of characters. One thing that I really would of liked to explore is compress's and magne's interactions. I feel like their arcs could of been interwoven (maybe I ship them a little who knows 🤷‍♀️) magne's death should of had more substance to it and all it just felt lacking and compress's disappearance the same.

Now when it comes to minor villains Iam a huge advocate for MUSTARD!! AND GIVING US A MUSTARD REDEMPTION 👇👇👇

I also think that muscular and moonfish should of obviously went to prison but that this could of been used as a way to shake the leagues trust for shigaraki. If any of the league members were to end up in jail would shigaraki help them? Maybe he won't as he didn't do that to muscular or moonfish or maybe he has stated to care for them more and he would as he is growing into that leadership role.

I would have it so that the Dr garaki is just an evil menace who starts to become much more greedy and manic causing AFO's death and going insane.

Kurogiri or kurooboro in this case would go through a different type arc that's down below.

In the end all of the villain characters or characters that don't up hold the status quo are victims of society. I think your ask could also apply to the hero characters that are also harmed by the system like hawks and izuku.

[luvhughes43]

because i liked a boy | jack hughes x reader

summary: reader gets hate comments from her ex-boyfriend's fans, saying she's a homewrecker and a slut, all because of the fact that she dated jack hughes.

lyrics: "now i'm a homewrecker, i'm a slut, i got death threats filling up semi trucks, tell me who i am, guess i don't have a choice, all because i liked a boy"

word count: 0.3k

note: something short! also i am not shading olivia i love her!

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jackfan01 HOMEWRECKER!!!

jackhughes ❤️❤️

jackfan02 two hearts only? oh he hates her😭😭

jackfan03 ur such a slut like… broke a whole relationship up and for what?

jackfan04 i think they were already broken up tho? 

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jackfan05 SLUT! you’re so disgusting.

your dms were filled to the brim with death threats, people calling you names such as a slut and a homewrecker. all because you dated jack hughes… it was ridiculous. by the time your pictures started circling around the internet, blown up on tiktok and strewn across twitter, you and jack had already called it quits. You were only together for a few months, and that was a while ago. 

you sat on your couch trying to understand his fans' messages. you went through jacks instagram, and found nothing. so you turned to twitter, where you found out that jack and his new girlfriend had just broken up… and people were blaming you for it. it literally made no sense. apparently she was posting things on her insta that made it look like he cheated on her with you? you didn’t even know what the truth was at this point. all you knew was that people were very angry at you about a situation you didn’t have any part in.

a few days went by and the rumours were still circling. people were going absolutely crazy in your dms, and you debated reaching out to jack so he could get his “fans” under control but you knew he wouldn’t. it wasn’t his fault either though! how was he supposed to get people to stop sending threats? asking for kindness never works.  so you vowed to not to post anything on social media for a few weeks, slowly watching the threats and name calling trickle down as the days went by.

finally after everything had settled, you decided to finally post something to break your silence. the whole thing was so ridiculous that you’d laugh if you weren’t a little concerned over some of the threats.

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[stardustgalaxy]

Even more DMC headcanons~! Y’all seem to really like the ones with the reader/you involved so… why don’t we go more with that then?

(Just a whole bunch of nonsense thrown together, y’know?)

✨Let’s take a journey backwards into how Dante managed to ask you out in the most on brand way possible! He did and didn’t ask you out, but running on the assumption you’ve been friends/known each other for a while he’ll just kind of give you something expensive (let’s be honest, it’s a bracelet with a red gemstone embedded in it) and ask you this: “Can ya hang onto this?”

“Sure, but, why…?

“Isn’t it obvious? So I’m always able to find you, (Nickname)?”

✨Vergil, alas, is much less suave with his ways of asking you out, but the fact you managed to get past the icy shell of protection and get along with Dante, he’ll do something a little more romantic… by giving you a questionably expensive set of books to write in/a book has already been filled with his thoughts of you~! Man sucks with speaking, but writing is his expertise!

✨Nero, oh you sweet summer child, is the more bold of the trio! He’ll get cold feet, freak out about things going sideways, and then absolutely melt when you kiss him on the cheek when he hands you a bouquet of your favorite kind of flowers. And yes, there is indeed a single bright blue rose in there that he’ll carefully place in your hair~ Kyrie is 100% the one who suggested he do the bouquet with the rose.

✨Lady asking you out is by far the simplest of the entirety of the DMC crew, even Trish is surprised considering they both enjoy the more lavish (yet simple) sides of things. Lady is most likely the one to ask you out with you two on your classic lunch once a month, a tradition you started and she come to enjoy happening~ 100p extra if you turn the tables on her and ask her out instead, with a charming smile on your face and a quick peck on her lips!

✨It’s a wonder how Trish managed to find herself falling in love with someone, let alone you since you’re… well, you. She can’t describe it! But you’ve hung out together long enough, and if you’re a fellow hunter also slayed a few demons together, and so she figured she might as well ask you out on a date first! What she wasn’t prepared for was for you to show up looking nice with a single flower in your hand, gently placing said into the suit she decided to wear that day and saying such simple words. “You may not think much on it, but a woman as elegant and electrifying as you should wear this as well...”

✨Now for the ACTUAL headcanons:

💜Nero has a low resistance to spices, though it’s gotten better now that he moved out of Fortuna City

💜Dante, on the other hand, has a stupidly high resistance to spices and gets a little disappointed that the “spiciest thing around” is just a tickle on his tongue… have mercy upon his toilet

💜Vergil finds the concept of eating to be difficult, his sense are a bit skewed from his time split apart into two as well as time as Nelo Angelo, and thus he has the worlds slowest burning metabolism! He can go without eating a full meal for like… weeks. He will snack on small things like gummy bears and animal crackers, just so Dante and Nero get off his back about him skipping some sort of fuel. He’s gotten better at eating more consistently tho.

💜Lady has this ONE particular shade of lipstick she absolutely adores and was crushed when her favorite shop ran out of that shade, nearly punched a hole in Dante’s wall when it came to be discovered her favorite shade was discontinued due to unfortunate events… (demons)

💜Trish actually has a sour tooth! Contrary to what others may think, she prefers sour things over sweet, savory, and spicy! Go ahead, give her a sour patch kid or a warhead, she’ll snack on them all day if she could~!

💜Kyrie, believe it or not, has a secret love for some rock metal and it’s entirely Nico AND Dante’s fault! She also has a once a week little brunch hangout with Vergil to help him get more acclimated to “semi normal” life, as she is the only one who didn’t attempt to suffocate him in his sleep. (i.e gave him a scolding in a way that reminded him of Eva, so he felt comforted in a way because of it)

And that’s all the headcanons and I guess insert moments I got! Tune in next time for when I share these again… tho, I wonder if y’all would want me to make a separate lil blog for this

[ivanttakethis]

hey vant, question related to tov! how would the course of her story go if she was the winner of s39? i think you originally planned for her to win so i would like to know how things would have been like. thanks!

Hi Alis!!

Things would’ve gone quite differently if Tov had won S39.

I had a lot planned, so I’ll put it below the cut!

Originally, after winning the final round, Tov was going to go back to her dressing room, where Wren would’ve been waiting for her.

Wren would reveal herself to be Tov’s twin sister and also the mastermind behind Elias and Prem feeding Tov information during the Alien Stage complex lockdown.

Tov — already distraught after watching Cirrus die, and feeling somewhat manipulated — was supposed to lash out at Wren for the whole masquerade.

Then Elias and Prem would’ve come in to break up the fight. And that’s when the truth about the group’s shared past would have been revealed.

Notably, Tov was never supposed to find out that the “good luck charm” ring Wren gave her was actually a failsafe in case she lost.

Post S39, she would’ve gone on a huge media campaign. Interviews, brand deals, photo shoots, her face on giant billboards, the whole works.

Tov and Dian would still have their fake relationship and become the new power couple.

Her survivor’s guilt would be much worse than it is canonically, to the point of her hallucinating either just Himei or a rotating cast of her dead classmates (Moran, Flor, Lark, and even Azure) and having conversations with them, like how Castor kept seeing Kyo.

Speaking of Castor, with Tov as the most recent winner, she would’ve taken his place. Which I was interested in exploring because Tov wasn’t fond of Castor during their time at Anakt and she hates him for what he did to Nyx. It would’ve forced her to sympathize with him. She would’ve hallucinated him at one point too.

She would’ve also been invited to meet the S40 contestants and offer advice to them, like Castor did after Round 12.

Some notable highlights would have included Tov seeing a lot of Azure in Jiu, learning that Faisal is Flor’s brother, and her meeting Naz for the first time.

I had started working on dialogue of a possible confrontation between Tov and Naz after Tov won against Akane. Naz is pissed about how Akane died and she thinks it’s Tov’s fault.

Naz thinks Tov has it all and is mostly unfazed by the competition, but the truth is Tov has been completely broken down behind the scenes and has lost so many people, including one of the most important people in her life (Himei).

Naz: “You haven't suffered like I have. You don't know how I feel.”

Tov: “I know exactly how you feel, don't patronize me when you have no clue what l've been through.”

Tov tells Naz that she still has so much left to lose in S40, including Wren, and that she needs to get her shit together.

After this, my plans were much looser since S40 hadn’t started yet. But here are some story beats that were supposed to happen at some point during that season:

Tov would be involved with S40’s production and present backstage during the rounds

The AREPH would still come around, but different from how it’s happening canonically

Tovallis reunion somehow (could still totally happen tho)

I think some of these ideas could still be salvaged with some tweaking, but it would depend on if folks felt okay about Tov still being involved with Alien Stage even though she didn’t win.

But yeah! I think that’s pretty much everything. Thank you for asking! I had a lot of fun going back over my notes and putting this post together.

Cirrus belongs to @cirrusoftheclouds.

Dian, Nyx, and Faisal belong to @rockwgooglyeyes.

Himei, Castor, Kyo, Tallis, and Naz belong to @lookatmysillies.

Jiu belongs to @severedscales.

Akane belongs to @aakaneeee.

Azure belongs to @azureitri (you, lol).

Tagging: @chevalperd @apple8ees @neverforgetyou

[stormyelliotwritez]

Hii, could I request a trans male reader, who’s Dustin’s older brother x steve Harrington?

So basically Dustin makes Steve and Y/N both be subs for one of his DND games with Eddie and Steve is like, “wait Dustin wtf who’s ur sister she’s hot” and Dustin just told him to fuck off and he’s not a chick, well he explained it a lil better

And Y/N only agreed because it was his little brother, and he kinda knew how to play DND, enough to understand, and Steve didn’t get much of a choice, Dustin dragged him there, since he’d previously taught him how to play

Something like that if that’s ok? Also sorry it’s kinda long 😔 but please and tyy! Luv u smm tyy!

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Hiiiiii, this is absolutely okay! I'm hoping this fits what you wanted! Please comment or reblog and tell me if you want something made more obvious or something. This was so much fun to write. Also fun fact about me, I'm a shifter (who hasn't shifted :( and also don't be an ass, peeps) and this is like my whole thing like I'm Dustins older trans brother and Steve doesn't know tho I meet him in class but we're getting off topic so here is your little one-shot. Send in another ask if you want a pt 2 or something!

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Steve was sitting at his kitchen table when he heard the phone ring. He stood up and walked over to it. He picked up the phone with a raised eyebrow.

“This is the Harrington residence-”

“Oh, shut up, Steve,” Dustin interrupted.

Steve’s eyes went wide as he heard his little brothe-friend talking.

“Dustin? Is something wrong? You never call me,” He stuttered out.

“No, idiot. I’m calling because I don’t need a ride anymore. Y/N is taking me,” he said quickly.

“Y/N? Your-” But before Steve could finish his sentence, he was cut off by the phone hanging up. Steve stood there for a moment, gobsmacked. He then shook his head and started to get ready for Eddie’s DnD game.

Later that day, Steve pulled into the Hawkin High parking lot. He looked around at the cars. He recognized most of them. There was Eddie’s van and some of his friends cars because not all of them graduated but he didn’t recognize one car. It was a beautiful car and he gasped when he saw it, especially when he saw that Dustin’s hat was on the dashboard. He stared at it for a moment before looking down at his watch and realizing he was almost late.

He rushed inside and ran down the staircase into the basement. He threw open the door which got a laugh from Eddie and rushed over to sit next to Dustin. He threw his jacket over the back of the chair and sat down. Dustin leaned over and rolled his eyes.

“I told you to be on time. Even Y/N drives faster than you,” Dustin said as he leaned back again.

Steve nodded before looking up at the top of the table where a… hot chick sat next to Eddie. Steve visibly gasped and nudged Dustin.

“Who’s the hot chick? Wait, is that Y/N? You have a hot sister?” Steve started before getting interrupted by Dustin.

“Ew, fuck off,” Dustin said annoyed as he stood up and pushed his chair away. He pulled Steve up and mouthed to Eddie that they were going outside. He dragged Steve outside and shoved him lightly.

“Did I say something wrong, Dustin?” Steve asked cautiously.

Dustin paced back and forth for a moment before running his hand through his curly hair. He shook his head but then nodded and then shook his head again.

“No, it’s not your fault. We live in Hawkins,” Dustin started.

Steve raised an eyebrow at what that implied.

“Y/N isn’t my sister. He’s my brother. He was my sister but now he’s not. He went away to stay with my dad when he was my sister and when he came back, he wasn’t my sister anymore. He hasn’t wanted to cut his hair though, so I get why you thought he was a girl,” Dustin said quickly as he kept pacing.

“Oh. Oh,” Steve said as the cogs in his head visibly turned.

Dustin’s eyes went wide as he watched him. “You’re not gonna hate him or me now, right? This doesn’t change anything, yeah?” He said nervously.

The last thing Steve was going to do was hate the hottest gir-guy he’d ever seen. And no, this didn’t change anything except for probably his status as a straight guy.

“What, no!” Steve put his hand on Dustin’s shoulder reassuringly, “This doesn’t change anything. But has he met Robin? They kind of run in the same circles, right?”

Dustin shook his head and sighed in relief. “Okay, good. Um, no, he hasn’t, I don’t think. I’ll introduce them at some point.”

Steve nodded. “I can if you’d like.”

Dustin nodded and then they walked back inside the DnD room. They sat down and the session started. It went on for a couple of hours. Monsters were fought and damsels saved. Banter was had and so were arguments. Eventually the session ended, and everyone started to stand up to leave. Steve made his way over to the other side of the table and leaned against the wall. Y/N and Eddie were having an animated discussion but soon they finished, and Y/N turned around.

“Hi,” Steve said awkwardly.

“Hi. You’re the Harrington guy, right? Dustin’s… older friend?” Y/N said back as he gathered up his things.

“Yeah,” Steve smiled, “I was wondering if we could talk.”

He held up a cigarette and Y/N nodded.

“Yeah, yeah, we can talk.”

They went to leave the room and Y/N shouted at Dustin that he was just gonna be a few minutes. Dustin nodded and smiled. Steve then showed Y/N out to the oval. He leaned against the wall and lit the cigarette. He handed it to Y/N and smiled. Y/N took it and took a huff. He breathed it out.

“So, I think you’re hot,” Steve said bluntly as he held his hand out for the cig.

“Do you now?” Y/N replied as he handed it back.

Steve nodded before taking a huff. He then breathed it out and sighed.

“And Dustin told me about…” He bit his lip, “You being a girl.”

Y/N gasped softly before glancing at him. “And you still…”

“I still think you’re hot,” Steve said with a smile before handing Y/N the cigarette again.

The two of them smoked in silence for a few minutes, wordlessly handing the cig back and forth. Y/N then swung his bag over his shoulder and smiled.

“I’d like to do this again,” Steve said quietly.

“Me too,” Y/N started to walk off, “Meet me at the diner at two tomorrow, yeah?”

Steve smiled giddily and nodded.

“Yeah, sounds good,” he said.

Y/N then ran off and left Steve to deal with his intense bi-awakening.

[moonferry]

rejoice from the heavens! fsioy chapter 8 be upon ye!

omg hi guys i finished this. i also decided to introduce some new characters for Plot Reasons that i cannot reveal yet teehee. this was pretty chill, but i fear it will get worse when the actual "conflict" occurs. i hope you guys enjoy it tho!

warnings: bullying/taunting

word count: 4175 (god i keep doing this ??? HOW)

summary: kent has finally left, but what happens now? he takes various travel methods and eventually gets his assignment (and even meets a few cabin mates)

ao3 link: here!

other chapters: chapter masterlist

April 19XX, ??? – Middle Of The War 

The bus ride was as you’d expect: cramped, unpleasant and Kent was pretty sure the bus driver was actively trying to hit every pothole they encountered. He was thrown around in his seat more times than he could count. Twice, he was nearly launched into the seat across the aisle - which would land him awkwardly in the lap of another recruit. Thankfully, he managed to stop himself before that happened.

 Kent passed the time (well, the time where he wasn’t trying to avoid being scrambled like an egg) by looking out the window. Despite the circumstances, the surrounding area seemed incredibly peaceful, in a weird way. It was full of luscious plant life - trees and greenery that seemed to span for miles - and a small, quaint village nestled between the foliage. Kent would love to come back some day, finally leave the bustle of the city and find a calm place for him and Jodi. If he survived, that is. That thought caused his mood to sour slightly and he peeled his eyes away from the window. Instead, he shook the thought from his mind and tried to remain positive. 

He glanced around the bus and tried to find some silver lining - there had to be something positive about this whole thing? Sure, he was trapped on a dank, musty bus and was heading into a situation where no one seemed to know what was happening, and there was also the fact that he might not return at all.. But sure, there was a positive in there somewhere. There had to be. He had somehow managed to get a seat to himself, despite being the last one on, so that was a start. He mentally checked his “scoreboard” - one good thing to 6 million bad. This was going to take a while. 

After an hour of excruciating travel, the bus came to an abrupt halt - the squealing of tires loud enough to cause Kent to cover his ears. At least it meant the journey would - hopefully - be smoother from now on. There weren't any pot holes on train tracks, any that he knew of, obviously, but anything seemed possible at this point. 

He hurriedly gathered his things and followed the crowd as they exited the bus. While he waited for the numbers of people before him to load the train, Kent once again looked at his surroundings. This part of… wherever he was… seemed more dilapidated than the countryside they passed, it even seemed a bit pathetic compared to the city - which was saying a lot, considering that the city often looked like it was being held together with glitter glue. He squinted at the horizon line and tried to determine how far they had already traveled. He could only see faint outlines of the city’s skyscrapers and concluded they had gone a pretty far distance, which made him feel slightly homesick. 

He was broken out of his stupor by annoyed shouts that came from behind him. Kent noticed a rather large gap had formed in the line - likely his fault - and quickly moved closer to the other people, shouting a small apology to the people behind him. As he approached the train platform, frowning a bit at the state it was in, he sighed. Kent anxiously watched as the line continued to diminish in front of him. It was down to a single person now. One person was all that stood in front of him and the second leg of his journey. Soon, they crossed over the edge of the platform and stepped onto the train. 

Kent gulped as he realized it was now his turn. He wiped his clammy hands against his pants and stepped inside, pulling what little luggage he had behind him. Luckily, the train seemed much better from the inside. It would’ve been an improvement from the bus regardless, but Kent let out a small sigh of relief when he glanced around the train car. It was filled with plenty of seats, all with cushions (though some had massive rips or patches from where they had been repaired) - some even had “booth style” seating where two seats were joined together, connected by a table - and there was even an overhead luggage container! He walked down the aisles, scanning the faces of the people already sitting, and attempted to find a seat of his own. 

When everyone was finally aboard the train, it began chugging to life and soon they were off. The ride was smooth enough and Kent eventually began to drift off, his head resting against the window as he closed his eyes. 

His mind began filling with vivid images: he was dreaming. More specifically, he was dreaming of Jodi. He saw her, sitting and humming to herself, her hand resting in the hand of someone else. It was himself, but much older. He looked the same - for the most part - but something seemed different. Kent couldn’t quite place what it was, but it seemed to unsettle him. Before he could decipher what it was, the scene changed once again. He and Jodi were sitting in a cozy room, his arm draped around Jodi’s shoulders and the other reaching over to coo at a small bundle in Jodi’s arms. Kent felt a small smile spread across his sleeping face. The image was about to shift again and Kent knew whatever he was shown next would be important. 

Unfortunately, he was awoken (rather rudely, he might add) by a sudden lurch from the train. Kent was sent forward, his head colliding with the table. He let out a low groan, reaching a hand up to rub the growing knot on his forehead. That was definitely going to bruise. He looked around and tried to determine why the train had stopped. A chorus of confused murmurs spread throughout the train car, only to be interrupted by the supervising Commander walking through the aisles and stopping in the center of the train car. 

“Not to worry, cadets,” He piped up, his voice bouncing off the metal wall around him. As if he needed it, Kent thought, the commander’s voice was loud enough already. Kent grumbled underneath his breath, but he quickly quieted and returned his attention to the man speaking. 

“There has been… an issue with the place we were originally supposed to depart,” The man started, a brief flash of nervousness covering his face - though Kent was probably the only one who noticed. He received some sort of message over his communication system and added, “But, I have just been informed that the boat is willing to meet us at a nearby dock. Grab your things. We can walk from here.” 

The crowd responded with a chorus of groans and complaints, though everyone moved and began gathering their luggage. The thirty-something cadets exited the warmth of the train and huddled outside. Kent wasn’t sure how long he had been asleep for, or how long the train ride had taken to get to this point, but it appeared much darker than before. Let’s see, if the originally boarded the bus at noon, and it took maybe an hour or two to get to the train station, and if Kent was asleep for an two hours, he assumed that it was now about 5 or 6 P.M. At least they were making good time, that was another silver lining. Until you looked at the bigger picture and realized it meant he would get to wherever they were going sooner. 

“Oh, lighten up,” The commander replied, silencing the groans and whines from the crowd, “It’s not a long walk. Besides, you can use this time to get to know your fellow brothers-in-arms.’ 

Kent shook his head. Like that was going to happen. Everyone was much taller (and bulkier) than him, he knew they would probably use him as a punching bag the first chance they got. He wasn’t too eager for that to happen, so he hung back and stayed near the edges of the cluster. At least back here he was less likely to draw attention to himself. 

He continued walking, squinting to see the dimly lit path beneath his feet. He didn’t want to trip and embarrass himself and he had already injured himself once on this trip - his forehead still throbbing with the fresh bruise. Thankfully, he made it to the dock without any more incidents. 

Boats were always his favorite. He loved the ocean and the river - any body of water, really. It always seemed calming to him. Kent felt his happiest when he was near water and has a plethora of fond memories surrounding it. When he was younger, his father would bring Kent to the pier and make a game out of boat watching - competing to see who could name the most boats. Kent always won, though he wasn’t sure if his father had let him win or if Kent had actual skill. He smiled to himself as he thought back, though his chest felt heavy. He silently wished he could experience that again: watching the ocean with his father, putting all their worries behind them and just looking at the different types of boats. 

He stepped on the rickety dock, the feeling of wood beneath his feet comforting him in a way he couldn’t describe. Kent glanced to his left, noticing the boat - which appeared to be the most updated and functional mode of transportation he would take - before looking back. He saw a gruff man who appeared to be in his late 30’s or early 40’s and had to do a double take. For a second, just a split second, he thought he had seen his father. Kent blinked his eyes, reaching a hand up to rub them just in case his eyes were actually playing tricks on him, though the figure still remained. He shook his head - telling himself he must still be groggy from sleep - and entered the hull of the boat. 

Once everyone was inside, they all crowded together - smashing against one another like sardines crammed into a tin. It was a bit uncomfortable and smelled strongly of salty fish, but Kent didn’t seem to mind. He took in his surroundings: dark, with one barely working light bulb overhead, there were dull, metal walls, and a carpet beneath his feet - it seemed soft enough but appeared to be growing some sort of life form. 

Kent glanced up as soft clangs echoed across the walls, heavy footsteps clomping down the metal stairs in front of them. Apparently, the last person, the ship’s captain, had finally boarded the ship. Kent stumbled backwards as he laid eyes upon the man - it was the same man he had noticed outside. So he hadn’t been seeing things. That was comforting, at least. It was still troubling how similar this man looked to his father, though. 

“Aye, cadets,” the man spoke, his voice echoing in the small chamber. His voice sounded somewhat familiar and had a sort of rugged comfort to it. Kent tilted his head to the side and peered over the crowd to try and get a better look. 

“There’s a few rules on me boat,” The man continued, walking down to the bottom of the stairs and standing in the middle of the room. The crowd seemed to part around him, it was as if he had the power to command them with a simple glance. Kent was honestly impressed. 

“Number one:  no fightin’,” The captain added once the crowd made room before adding, “You’re all old enough, so act like it. And number two: try not to move around too much. Wouldn’t want ye to go swimmin’, would we?” The man laughed, releasing a hearty chuckle that made Kent’s ears ring. The crowd erupted in a spout of worried murmurs and the captain laughed once again. 

“Ah, don’t worry, lads, I was only jokin’,” He reassured them, placing a firm hand on the closest cadet’s back with a loud thwack. His expression then turned serious and he added, “Seriously, though, don’t move around too much or the leaks start.” 

“Who are you, anyway?” Someone shouted from the back of the crowd and everyone turned to look. They accused Kent, everyone glaring at him as he looked around confusedly. 

“What did you say, lad?” The man asked, moving closer to Kent. 

“N-no.. Sir, I.. I didn’t.. It wasn’t..,” Kent stammered, putting his hands up to defend himself. 

Instead of being angry, the man simply gave another hearty laugh and rested his hand firmly on Kent’s shoulder. 

“I should thank ye for reminding me, lad. I almost forgot to introduce myself,” The man spoke in between his laughter. He turned back to face the crowd and added, “Me name’s Colonel William T. Dodgens, commander of the naval forces and captain of this here vessel. Though, most just call me ‘Willy”.” 

“Wait a second,” Kent added. He thought to himself and wondered why that name seemed so familiar. He could’ve sworn his father had mentioned the name ‘Willy’ before. That’s right, his father was friends with a captain, someone who owned one of Kent’s favorite ships back in the city. He’d never actually met the man- or if he did, he was extremely young - but he remembers visiting the boat before. 

“Yes, lad?” Willy asked, turning his attention back to Kent. When the older man looked at Kent, recognition washed over his face and he tilted his head to the side - eyebrows furrowing in concentration. 

“I think I’ve heard your name before..,” Kent explained. He noticed Willy’s scrutinizing and offered, “From my father.” 

Willy made an “ah” expression, nodding his head in agreement as it finally clicked into place, “What’s your name, lad? I need to test something.” 

“Kent, sir,” Kent spoke. He waited a bit, noticing Willy made a “keep going” gesture, before adding. “Neilson. Kent Neilson.” 

“Ah, that’s where I know ye from,” Willy spoke with a nod, placing a firm but gentle hand on Kent’s shoulder, “You’re Chrissy’s boy, right? He and I… we go back farther than the tide, we do.”

Kent nodded, sending a bright smile up at Willy and confirming, “That’s right! Christopher Neilson is my father.” 

…

The boat ride was the smoothest of all. Kent mostly spent it off by himself. He desperately wanted to chat more with Willy, but they weren’t allowed to leave the lower deck, let alone allowed in the “captain's quarters” - Willy’s orders. Deciding he didn’t want to risk getting in trouble, Kent found one of the less populated areas of the ship and took a breather. It was hard to believe that soon, all of the people on this boat would be thrust into an extremely dangerous and uncertain situation. He was worried about himself, sure, but looking at the other people on this boat, seeing the faces of other people’s sons and brothers - knowing that all or some of them may never make it back - made him even more worried. He didn’t know these people, but he felt his heart sink as he thought of their collective future. 

The feeling weighing down on his chest didn’t ease when the boat eased to a stop or when Willy tramped back down the rickety stairs. The captain notified everyone that this was their stop and Kent’s heart sank even lower, turning his stomach sour. He took a gulp of air, trying to ease his own nerves, and then grabbed his luggage. He slowly made his way off the ship, following the crowd as they streamed into a nearby tent - as one person entered, another seemed to exit from a different place in the tent’s fabric. This must be where they go to receive their assignments, Kent reasoned. 

He took his place in line, waiting as a nervous chill ran up his spine. Kent looked down at his wrist, noticing Jodi’s hair tie was still firmly secured with a tight knot. He smiled, reaching his hand out to gently touch the soft fabric. It was a silk tieable hair tie, covered in small white stars. It wasn’t much to look at, per say, being only a dull gray in color otherwise, but it meant the world to Kent. When he looked at it, it reminded him of everything he had waiting at home. It gave him a reason to try his hardest - a reason to make it back. He had to see Jodi again. 

Kent once again looked at the line in front of him, now dwindling, and let out a small sigh. Why did everything have to be so difficult? Soon, the line diminished even further and it was Kent’s turn. The attendant took one look at him, narrowing her eyes. 

“Cabin number five,” She spoke, turning to write a string of words on a nearby notepad. 

“But I didn’t even-” Kent started, though he was quickly interrupted. 

“Ca-bin num-ber fi-ve,” The woman repeated, slowing down each word in multiple syllables. She didn’t even wait for Kent to protest further before calling the next person. 

“Okay then..,” He spoke to himself, hurriedly moving out of line and following the previous person out the side of the tent. All he had to do was find cabin number five, that should be easy enough. Except, of course, the fact that Kent has no idea where the cabins even are. Oh well, he’ll manage. Kent walked along the path, distantly following the person in front of him and silently hoping they knew where they were going. Eventually, he reached a clearing full of five buildings. He recalled the woman had mentioned he would be in the fifth cabin, so he headed for the farthest building. Once inside, he looked for an empty bunk and quickly plopped his stuff on the ground. 

He crouched down, ruffled through his bag, and pulled out a small notepad. Kent promised Jodi he would write a letter as soon as he made it to the sanctioned housing, so he intended to do just that. 

Kent pulled the notepad close to his chest and tapped the pencil against it. What to say? Not much has happened yet, so he really didn’t know what to include. Maybe a simple “we made it!” but that would seem too short. He wrote a small “Dear Jodi,” before stopping. He could always tell her about the trip here, he thought, or about Willy. Maybe that would be a good place to start? 

Before he realized it, he had begun writing, “Dear Jodi, we’ve just arrived and I miss you already..” The sound of distant footsteps caused Kent to look up, watching as someone entered the cabin. 

“Ooooh, guess the new recruits poured in,” A voice called out, followed by uproarious laughter from several other voices. Kent glanced up at them and sent an awkward smile. It was a group of four other boys: all much taller, bulkier, and probably older than Kent. 

“Hey, spike-head,” The tallest man said, walking over to Kent and peering down at him, “you’re in my spot.” 

“Oh, I’m sorry. It was empty, so I just.. Assumed,” Kent explained, gathering his things and intending to move. 

“No, no, you go ahead and sit down, your highness,” he replied, pushing the luggage out of Kent’s hand, sending the contents sprawling over the floor. 

A confused expression washed over Kent’s face. He bent down and began scooping up his belongings. What was this guy’s problem, he wondered? All he had done was sit in his spot. On total accident, too. 

“Oh, look at what we have here, boys,” The man replied, picking up Kent’s notepad and bringing it to his face, reading the words before adding, “We’ve got ourselves a real loverboy here. Writing a letter to his girlfriend and everything..” 

“Hey, man, give that back,” Kent responded, pushing himself into a standing position before reaching out for his notebook. This did not go well, unfortunately. The other person held the notebook above Kent’s head, dangling it and trying to get him to “jump for it”. 

“Hey, Loverboy, are you going to write me a sweet letter, too? Make sure to add some hugs and kisses at the end,” Someone else teased, one of the guys huddled with the other cronies on the other side of the room. 

Kent reached up once again, desperately trying to get his notebook back. 

“I’m serious,” He pleaded, making a motion to the notebook that was still out of his grasp, “Just give it back. I didn’t mean to take your spot, dude. I already said I was sorry.” 

Just then, two more people walked in and Kent assumed he was done for. Died in combat? No. Died by being beaten up by six different people. To Kent’s surprise, though, one of the boys who had just walked in crossed his arms. 

“Ray, leave him alone,” The newcomer called out, a wide frown plastering across his lips. 

“What are you going to do?” The man, Ray - Kent assumed - replied as a smug grin formed across his face. 

“Raegan Schmidt, do I need to remind you what happened the last time you tried to pull a stunt like this?” The other replied, now appearing to get a mixture of frustrated and angry. 

“No, sir,” Ray replied, his ego shrinking slightly at the use of his full name. One of the groupies behind him chuckled and Ray shot them an evil glare. He also turned more “respectful” in a way, as if this person outranked him and he just realized who he was talking to. 

“Good,” the man replied. He approached Ray and promptly took the notepad from Ray’s hands, turning to hand it back to Kent. 

“I’m sorry about him,” The man apologized, giving an awkward but sincere look before adding, “are you alright?” 

Kent shrugged, though he gratefully took his notepad back. After he placed it with his items, Kent turned back to the man and said, “I’m fine. Thanks, though.” 

The other man smiled brightly before extending a hand, introducing himself, “Daniel Sawyer.” He paused for a brief moment, tilting his head to the side as he watched Kent, “but everyone calls me ‘Danny’.” 

Kent gave a small nod and extended his own hand to shake Danny’s. Something Danny had said piqued Kent’s interest and he squinted his eyes, looking the other up and down and trying to figure out what seemed familiar about him. Danny looked around Kent’s age - maybe a year or two older, at most. He had dark brown hair, which matched a small dusting of facial hair lining his chin. He looked… familiar, but Kent couldn’t seem to place what it was. 

“Kent,” he spoke, giving Danny’s hand a firm shake. Though, he swore Danny’s eyes lingered on the hair tie around Kent’s wrist and briefly darted up to his head (likely checking if Kent had enough hair to use it). 

Kent hesitated a moment, tilting his head to the side as his brows furrowed together, before speaking, “You know, Danny, you look very familiar. I just can’t place why.” 

“Maybe it’s because of my dashing good looks,” Danny joked, laughing, before adding, “I’ve been told I look like some actors.” He laughed once again, moving his hand to cover his mouth. 

That gesture made it all click for Kent. He realized why Danny looked so familiar. That was the same gesture Jodi made when she laughed. He recalled meeting her father - and noticed how his name was Sawyer. Danny’s last name is also Sawyer. He was speaking to one of Jodi’s brothers. Before he could confront him on this, though, the second man approached and playfully smacked Danny on the back before looping his arm around his shoulders. 

“Whatever he’s telling you, don’t believe it,” The man spoke, his voice filling with a joking tone. He received a playful shove from Danny and laughed before adding, “Danny’s got a big head. He looks more like the stunt double than the actor.” 

“Lee!” Danny whined, playfully shoving him once again and shaking his head. He looked back at Kent and rolled his eyes before speaking, “Don’t listen to him, Kent. He’s a jokester.” Kent looked between the two, noting the playful nature they shared and determined they were likely friends. However, Kent noticed a light dusting of pink across Danny’s cheeks - embarrassment, possibly? 

“C’mon, Dan, aren’t you going to introduce me to your friend?” The man asked, extending his own hand towards Kent. He waited, gaining another eye roll from Danny. 

Despite his playful protest, Danny answered, “This is Kent. He just arrived, I guess. Ray was giving him a hard time when we walked in.” 

The other smiled widely at Kent, happily taking Kent’s own extended hand and giving it a firm shake before adding, “My name is Vincent Leegland, but my friends call me ‘Lee’.” 

Kent smiled at the two. He knew they would become fast friends. And besides, he finally had something positive to tell Jodi.

[im--never--happy]

One of the insanely unfair and ridiculous things about all the Mako hate is the narrative that he cheated on his girlfriend(s). Because Korra is the one who kissed him when he was with Asami. Mako was in the middle of talking and she just jumped in and kissed him. And he had like 0.2 seconds of getting caught up in it before HE was the one who pulled back. He also literally told Korra previously that he was sorry but he was with Asami. He turned her down. And then as soon as he said he had feelings for her BUT WAS WITH Asami, SHE kissed him. Not to throw shade or hate at korra. But the fandom narrative that Mako cheated on Asami is wrong. Yes, the whole situation was a shit show and Mako didn’t handle it the best, but people gotta place the blame equally (If not more so) on Korra for that.

and the same goes for when Mako and Korra broke up. ASAMI kissed Mako. He gave absolutely no indication that he was interested in getting back with Asami. He was being a devoted and loyal friend and helping her because he cares about her deeply. And SHE jumped in and kissed him. And then SHE assumed that meant that they were back together. Mako literally did not make that move. And sure, he responded to her affection, but even after the kiss he was acting normally like a friend to Asami. It wasn’t until she started acting like they were dating again that he just went along with it (most likely because she was already hurting and Mako hates hurting people and just wants to make the ones he loves happy, tho that is somewhat just speculation based on context clues, not explicitly stated). Again, not great and not saying he’s entirely faultless, but it was definitely Asami who was equally (if not more so) in the wrong and at fault for that.

so yeah it pisses me the fuck off that fandom vilifies mako for being a “cheater” when korra and Asami were both just as much at fault for the mess of the love triangle

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Episode 6 >:) (MID Rewrite)

I had to redo the draft I had from ep 6 because I’m stupid and deleted it when I meant to work on it 🥰 I’m like kinda lucky tho because I spent way too much time introducing too much stuff so I guess it’s okay? Anyways enjoy my dinner (light snack) also for Lorelei’s boyfriend NOT ME FORGETTING JAKE WAS ALREADY A CHARACTER BEFORE WITH A WHOLE DIFFERENT PURPOSE. He’s a whole different character yall I just forgot the name Jake was already taken by the character 💀

Episode 6: Have an Easy Explanation for Once…

Lady Ki’s crowning sparked tension and fear throughout not only Chikara, but the rest of Daemos. All the royalty made sure to reassure their kingdoms they were okay, but not all of them were sure. Especially Garmon.

“It’s true that our tensions with Chikara have grown stronger before Queen Ki took Yakedo’s spot. Still, I’ll work night after night making sure our kingdom is safe.” Said Garmon during his speech

Hesitant applause filled the air as guards started to crowd around Garmon as he re-entered his palace.

The more and more Garmon began to think, the more he thought his speech was terrible. It felt as if he’d be better off if he hadn’t said a word. Could he really call himself a good king if he even did that?

In all honesty he’s been asking himself this question a lot these days. He felt like a cheater, smudged, dirty.

What he did to Yakedo had to be done, but what if it made things worse? What if his judgment was skewed? He did feel like there was some sort of change going on.

He could sense Yakedo calming down, something just got him riled up again. Garmon feels terrible that he panicked. Now Yakedo is suffering in some dungeon when there could’ve been change.

He wants to think it wasn’t his fault, but he also can’t blame Mothando.

Yakedo is a terrible Daemon, capable of things even the worst person couldn’t dream of. So he doesn’t blame her.

He didn’t know who to hold responsible.

Garmon couldn’t go further into his mind before a guard barged into his room.

“GAH! Oh heavens you scared me right out my head…what on Daemos are you doing?”

“My King I’m deeply sorry, I couldn’t find you and I panicked and…uhm…h-here!” The guard hurriedly shoved a scroll in Garmon’s hands.

“What? I-…thanks..?” Said Garmon while fumbling with the tie on the scroll.

When he finally managed to unfurl it, he saw it was from Mothando.

It read: “Hello Garmon. Apologies for the dry introduction, but this is urgent and I’m writing this quickly. I’ve told Yakedo about the decision Chikara made, and his reaction is peculiar. He’s starting to display something that isn’t sadness nor anger. It’s emptiness. We could blame the sitting in darkness, yet he’s been through much, much worse I’m sure. What’s even weirder is that he asked to see you. He didn’t hint at it or was cryptic he said it loud and clear ‘May I see Garmon?’ I understand if you don’t want to be near him, I wouldn’t either, but consider. By tomorrow preferably.”

Garmon’s eyes grew as wide as the moon. Why would Yakedo ask for him?

“My…My king..? May I take my leave?” Asked the guard still standing beside Garmon.

“Oh! My apologies. Yes, I permit you to leave.”

The guard immediately rushed to leave the room. Garmon thought it was odd how unprofessional the guard was, but he decided he may have been a rookie.

He thought he should do a better job at funding training for his guardsman. They’ve never been the strongest, and the only things that saved them from death were the animals they controlled.

Garmon laid on his bed still in his outside wear. He decided to sleep on his decision, this was a tomorrow Garmon’s problem.

Lady Grandma sat in the darkness of Chikara’s deepest dungeon bored out of her mind. She’s been through much worse by the clutches of her father, this was nothing.

“Mio…how’s my favorite grandma doing?” Said Queen Ki’s voice echoing through the hallways.

Something Lady Grandma wasn’t at all used to was Queen Ki using her real name. Throughout her entire life not many have called her that, and she wanted to keep it that way.

Queen Ki then became visible through the bars of the cell. She looked at Lady Grandma like that of prey.

Lady Grandma didn’t want to admit, but she felt genuine fear in Queen Ki’s present. When she was her student, she barely wanted to learn anything. Now she was preforming advanced rituals in order to get what she wanted, and Lady Grandma didn’t want to be a victim of that.

“I’ve…asked you to respect me.” Said Lady Grandma sternly.

“Aw, but you’re going to be my grandmother-in-law…if I get your blessing that is…” said Queen Ki with a sly grin.

Lady Grandma’s blood started to boil. If Queen Ki did anything to Hitoma, she wouldn’t know what to do with herself.

Lady Grandma slowly got up, as a magical aura started clouding the space around her.

“I’ve let you take this kingdom, I’ve taught you magic, and everything you need to know as a queen.” Lady Grandma braced herself assuming Queen Ki would use her magic.

“Yet, I rather die than let a bitch like you marry my grandson.”

“Well then you’re not needed. That was the last phase of the plan you were wanted for.”

“What..?”

Queen Ki formed her scythe and sliced Lady Grandma through the bars of the cell. She was too quick for the blanchette to respond.

Lady grandma could on get a few hiccups and sobs through before the top half of her body fell to the ground.

“You were a great service Lady Grandma…I hope you live your afterlife in bliss.”

Ava woke up by her alarm that she still hadn’t turned off since she got fired. It was way too early to go out there, and she knew she was gonna be half tired till about 9:00.

She wanted to be a bit more responsible, so she decided to plan the day out. Remembering how her dads called her last night, she wanted a way to distract them so she could get rid of the odor that surrounded those five guys

At this point they smelled like ass and fish, and she was bewildered to know that they apparently hadn’t noticed until she said something.

She had to get someone who both knew her dads well and would get them to listen to them.

And that someone was Lorelei.

Ava felt really bad about not responding to her text. Even worse now that she needs something from her, but Lorelei’s her only hope.

She opened her texts, and completely ignored Lorelei’s last message.

Ava: Hey girly!

Ava started to feel dumb as rocks, because she’s never called Lorelei “girly” or used punctuation marks unless she wanted something. It’s hard to break old habits though.

Lorelei: Hi Ava.

This was even worse. Lorelei never used “Hi” without a couple of I’s.

Ava: OKAYYYY IVE BEEN AN ASSHOLEEE but yknow I need u for sumthin my dads r worried about me since YOU TOLD THEM ABOUT MY JOB okay srry shouldn’t use caps but like could you distract them so I can get the guys to take some sort of bath plssss????? 🥺

Ava saw the …’s from Lorelei pop in and out. If she said no she couldn’t blame her, she’d just have to face everything head on.

Then, Lorelei finally responded.

Lorelei: why do you call me girly for these things? I’ve told you it brings back memories and I won’t help you until you promise not to call me that anymore.

Ava felt even more terrible. Sometimes she forgot it was miracle Lorelei still wanted to be friends even after they broke up.

Ava: I’m sorry. I won’t call you that anymore.

It felt like centuries until Lorelei finally responded.

Lorelei: Okay I’ll help. It was my fault just know they called ME and I panicked.

Ava kinda figured they called her first. She knew Lorelei was mad at the time, but not mad enough to get her dads involved.

She looked at the time. It was 7:55. Still way too early, but there’s no way all five of them were gonna shower before nightfall. Ava then caught a stench with her nose

It wasn’t worse than what the guys smelled like, but it was still horrible. It was like a wet cat dog mix.

Ava then connected the dots.

That smell was her.

She hadn’t showered in a bit, and that rain probably made her smell worse from the other day.

She needed to take a shower, and it had to be without any of those guys noticing. If they did, she had to make sure they wouldn’t break down the bathroom door thinking it was some sort of torture device she was setting up.

She absentmindedly grabbed some clothes from her drawer, and slowly cracked open the door.

She saw all five of the men crowded around something on the kitchen counter. The fridge was wide open and looked like a raccoon that was being chased by a bear ran through it.

They were all breathing heavily too, and Ava could hear them all crunching on something with the occasional hiccup or cough. She guessed from almost choking on something.

She normally would be more than pissed off from seeing them roam through her kitchen and turn it into a pig’s paradise, but she needed to get this shower done, and this was the perfect distraction.

She quickly tip toed into the bathroom and locked the door. She tried to look for something to block the door with, but there was just a box of toilet paper, and that wasn’t going to stop anything.

Ava decided to depend on the lock and turned on the shower to get started.

“Oh. My. GODS. Human food tastes so good!” Said Noi while stuffing his face with pre-cooked pasta.

“Quiet down, idiot! If Queen Ava finds out we’re doing this, who knows what she’ll do…” Said Asch in a harsh whisper.

“What was that thing a human on the TV said? Foodgasm? I think I’m having one of those” said Leif while munching on a granola bar.

All the Daemons immediately stopped eating to look at Leif.

“What?” Said Leif.

“You do understand what that word entails right?” Questioned Rhys.

“‘Course I do! I’m not a dumbass, I was making a joke! You don’t know what that word means though, do ya Rice!” Insulted Leif with a rising temper.

“I keep reminding you it’s Rhys not Rice! Is it too hard for your brain to comprehend?” Said Rhys, losing his patience.

“Well it’s spelt wrong first of all! How come the scholars name isn’t spelt R-I-S-E? Your name is stupid!” Yelled Leif on the edge.

“Don’t act like yours isn’t spelt abnormally too. Shouldn’t it be spelled L-E-A-F?” Taunted Rhys speaking in an outside voice.

“Well how’s about both of you chucklefucks got dumbass names! Shut up and let me sleep!” Said a human on the upper floor.

“How about you mind your goddamn business before I come up there and burn your bed so you have nowhere to sleep!?” Shouted Leif genuinely meaning what he said.

“….okay…” said the human sounding defeated.

Silence fell in the room before Noi picked up a bag of chips and struggled to open it. Pierce later snatched it from him and popped it open.

“Thanks…”

Lorelei rushed to put her clothes on so she could make breakfast for Jake. Her whole schedule was changed, and she couldn’t lie, that made her a tiny bit irritated.

What was originally planned was that she’d wake up, make breakfast for Jake, gently wake him up so he could get ready, get a serving for him and herself, kiss him goodbye while he rushes to leave, get ready herself, go out to make good on a few brand deals, make a few unsponsored posts, welcome Jake back from work, make them both dinner, and go to bed.

It doesn’t seem like a lot but social media’s her job. So it kinda is a lot for her. Especially the brand deals.

She needs to go to Pineapple garden to advertise their new wine, and go record Puss’s Sporting Goods commercial for their new cat fitness line.

It was a ton of work, and to distract Ava’s dads of all people would be overkill.

She did made a promise to Ava though. Yes, it’s in exchange for something she asked her to stop doing years ago, but it’d be progress. That’s something she wants more than anything.

Lorelei burst through the door to make breakfast, but when she got there, Jake was already making it.

“Babe? Aw…did I spend too much time daydreaming? Gosh I’m really sorry…” Said Lorelei, who sounded like she was about to cry.

“Nah Lorelei, I woke up early today so I wanted to give ya a break!” Jake looked at Lorelei to smile at her, and Lorelei’s heart started to swole.

When Ava and her broke up, Lorelei was in a really rough place. The only thing to take her out of it was Jake.

His dark brown hair styled in a comb-over, his dark brown eyes, silky smooth skin. She fell in love with his looks but the way he cared for her made her swoon.

Jake looked like he was sweating bullets when Lorelei stepped out of her head.

“Oh shit! Does this mess with your schedule? Damn Lei I’m super sorry” Said Jake looking nervous as ever.

“Oh? Oh! No, no, no, babe you’re fine! I was just think how this kinda lightens things today…” She rubbed the back of her head while she grabbed her stuff.

“Why? Gotta film some stuff today?” Said Jake while he put some bacon on a plate.

Lorelei was going to tell the truth, but she thought of how Jake felt about Ava.

He kinda hated her, not in a jealous sense, but with a more “respect my girlfriend” type of hate. At least that’s what she hopes.

“uh, yeah, Raisin Garden and Puss’s sporting goods remember?” Said Lorelei already feeling bad about the lying, even if it was only a half lie.

“You sure did tell me. My bad I forgot babe” Said Jake while handing Lorelei her plate.

Lorelei wanted to say she didn’t have the time to eat her breakfast here, but Jake took the time to organize it how she liked.

She quickly scarfed down the breakfast by sections and put the plate into the sink.

“Alright babe, gotta go! Bye!” She slammed the door in a rush.

Jake waited for a bit, and Lorelei ran back in.

“And I love you so much!” She blew a kiss at him and ran back out.

Jake sat in silence for a bit before a lightbulb shown in his head

“It’s not called Raisin Garden…Pineapple and Raisin doesn’t even sound the same…”

Ava slowly unlocked the door and cracked it open to see what the guys were doing.

She heard two of them yelling while she was showering, but she couldn’t tell who or what it was about. She just figured it was something dumb and harmless.

Ava saw all five of the Daemons sitting on the couch, seemingly in a bad mood. Especially the purple dude and the green dude, they looked livid.

She assumed they weren’t gonna be in a can-do attitude, and she was honestly relieved. She wasn’t either.

Ava walked out of the bathroom and stood in front of the TV like always.

“Guess we’re in a mood today aren’t we?” Said Ava trying her best to not make any of them angrier.

The only response any of the Daemons had to offer was a few grumbles. Ava thought this wasn’t going anywhere so she wanted to get to the point.

“So you guys smell like shit, as I’m sure you know.” Said Ava while all five of the men smelled themselves and recoiled.

“And y’know there’s this neat thing on Earth called a bath. Maybe even a shower depending on-“ Ava was cut off by a scoff coming from Asch.

“We’re not animals, we know what that is. Just lead us to your nearest river and we’ll get started.” Said Asch while standing up and starting to take off his shirt

Ava started to stammer and slur her words out of panic, “WOAH WOAH HEY!”, She ran to grab Asch’s shirt and pulled it all the way back down. She pulled it so far down it started to rip at the top.

“Woah…either these shirts are weak…or Ava’s the strongest human alive…” Said a mesmerized Noi.

Ava’s face started to get warm as she looked up at a now shirtless Asch.

“Fuck…I made it worse…” she murmured as she backed away from Asch.

“Is this how humans take off shirts here? Weird.” Said Asch while signaling the others to take off theirs.

All of the other four Daemons ripped off their tops the same way Ava had accidentally ripped off Asch’s.

“Okay maybe the shirts are weak, b-but I’m sure you’re still strong Queen Ava!” Said Noi while fiddling with the shreds of the now ruined shirt.

“S-Stop riding my dick and I’ll get a bath ready!” Yelled Ava blushing hard while rushing to the bathroom.

Ava slammed the door shut behind her and looked at herself in the mirror.

She had to give herself a pep talk. So what if there were five shirtless guys in her living room? So what if her landlord walked in she be in trouble? So what if that whole incident was low-key her fault?

None of that matters! Because there’s something those guys don’t know!

She’s Ava, goddamn, Thatcher-Valentino! And sometimes she wishes her dads just decided to take one of their last names so her name wouldn’t be so weird!

Ava pumped up her chest and went to setting up a bath for one of the guys.

Lorelei ran up and down New Rune trying to get everything done today.

The photo shoot for Pineapple Garden went okay, but it definitely could’ve been better. She kept daydreaming and missing when people would say things thinking about how Ava’s dads could already be on their way to her house.

Luckily, the commercial for Puss’s sporting goods wasn’t till 2:00, and it was 10:30 right now. That gives her about three and a half hours to distract Ava’s dads. There was no way it would take Ava more time to get those guys to shower, right?

Lorelei almost ran past the apartment building Ava’s dad lived in overthinking things. She opened the doors only to see Ava’s dads walking out of the elevator.

The unnatural blond was Devon. He had a tan complexion and wore a light blue dress shirt with khakis. Around his waist was a dark blue flannel that had clearly been over worn.

The blanchette was Andrew. He was about as white as paper and wore a typical business suit with a pair of glasses. Lorelei remembers Devon begging him to wear something different, but she guessed he never did.

She was really glad she wasn’t too late, but she had to come up with something that could get them to follow her around. She was terrible at lying though.

“Andrew! Devon! Hi!” Said Lorelei with her voice getting more high pitched as she talked.

Devon’s head whirled seeming confused as to where the voice was coming from until he saw Lorelei.

“Lorelei! Hi! How’s my favorite person?” Said Devon speed walking on his tip toes to hug the brunette.

Lorelei slightly laughed at what Devon called her. It used to be “How’s my favorite daughter-in-law?” Until her and Ava broke up. She thought it was funny how Devon respected her more than her own friend, but she couldn’t start getting snarky now that she’s doing something for her.

Lorelei wriggled out of Devon’s embrace and started thinking of a lie. A lie so good, there was no way they’d think it even was one.

“I’m good Devon! U-Uhm…listen I need you guys for…” she was silent for about three minutes, which was totally not suspicious at all.

“A COMMERCIAL! I-I need you guys to film a commercial with me!”

Dammit. Dammit! DAMMIT!

That was probably the worst thing Lorelei could’ve said. What on earth would everyone on the shoot think if she just brought in two random guys?

She’s got to commit to it though. She’s not gonna break her promise, because she knows Ava might break it back.

“W-What? Really!? Wow, Andrew! I guess my TV debut is finally here!” Said Devon while fake fainting into Andrew’s arms.

“What’s it even for? What would we be doing?” Said a skeptical Andrew, “besides we were going to visit Ava.”

Lorelei desperately scrapped at her brain for something that would make sense.

“haha! Uhm…well Ava she’s…got friends! And she’s hanging out with them! In a completely different part New Rune!” Blubbered Lorelei, “Also…they uh need…A COUPLE IN THE BACKGROUND. Yeah…a couple in the background…”

Devon and Andrew looked at each other worryingly and then back at Lorelei. She didn’t wanna know what they thought was happening.

“Hey Lorelei, we should go ahead to the shoot shouldn’t we? We’ll drive.” Said Andrew while letting Devon get back on his feat and heading towards the door.

“Uh…yeah…Sure!” Murmured Lorelei not at all understanding what the two men thought had happened.

“Wait! Wait! Wait a minute! Not ready yet!”

“What do you mean ‘not ready yet’!? Why do you have to get ready for me to take my pants off!?”

“I just do, okay!?”

Leif and Ava have been going at it like this for about 20 minutes, but it’s felt like 20 years. The other Daemons have been getting sick of their bickering, and all they wanted to do was get this over with.

“Queen Ava, it’s rather childish to think of all nudity as sexual. Just let Leif get clean.” Said Rhys.

“Whichever smartass said that better shut up before I kick their nuts in!” Shouted Ava through the door.

All the other Daemons snickered as Rhys’s face grew warm because of slight embarrassment, “Ah”, was all he could get out.

In the bathroom, Ava was in the farthest corner away from Leif.

“Okay…maybe if I count down it’ll be better for me.” Guessed Ava while putting a hand over her eyes.

“You said that the last two times, but guess where the fuck we are now!” Leif huffed.

“A-Alright but I mean it this time!” Spluttered Ava, slightly peaking through her fingers.

“Ready?”

“You’re just gonna stop me again…but sure”

“three…”

Leif untied his pants.

“two…”

He readied himself to pull them down.

“one!”

Leif fully pulled his pants down and kicked them off his feet leaving him naked. Then he just stood there, not really knowing what to do.

“The hell are you doing get in the tub!” Ava shouted.

Leif was about to dip a toe into the water until both him and Ava heard a shriek from the other room.

“Mrs. Oats!” Gasped Ava shooting out the bathroom door and running toward the other room.

The four men who were waiting didn’t know at all what was going on, but they decided on rushing after Ava to help with whatever she needed.

Leif swiftly followed behind while struggling to put back on his pants.

Ava kicked open the older woman’s door to see a peculiar sight.

Mrs. Oats was chasing a fluffy purple cat running on its hind legs with a broom.

“Hey! Hey! Come on, would you really wanna squish me? Let’s communicate! Old hag to old hag!” Said the purple cat before squeaking out of fear while dodging a swing from Mrs. Oats’s broom.

“Who are you calling old hag? How are you even talking? Answer my questions!” Yelled Mrs. Oats.

“What kind of cat would I be to tell my secrets? Or was that a fox…ugh humans are complicated.” Complained the feline while avoiding Mrs. Oats’s broom like the plague.

Ava and the others watched the two bicker back and forth. The cat’s dodging skills were immaculate, it looked as if it was popping in and out of reality just to escape Mrs. Oats’s broom.

Eventually it got pretty tiring for Ava to watch a magical cat call itself and Mrs. Oats the many synonyms for “old”.

She looked around to see the male Daemons absolutely terrified. With all the shit they looked like they’d been through, a walking and talking cat is where they draw the line?

Yet, the more she looked between the cat and the men, the more worried she got. She wanted to stop the two apparently old women from fighting before she finds out whatever happened.

“Alright ladies! Time out!” Ava declared before cutting between the two challengers.

The purple fuzz jumped on top of Ava trying to reach toward Mrs. Oats.

“Yo! Mamacita! Lemme try to win this round, would ya? See? I know human slang!” Jeered the cat.

“Ma…mamacita!? Ew! The fuck!?” Ava cringed while trying to get the cat off of her.

All five of the men were horrified by the sight, but it was mostly because of the cat’s voice. It happened to sound just like Lady Grandma. Asch especially felt petrified.

“Ma…?” He whimpered.

The fuzz ball immediately froze and slowly turned to look at the man. Its smile widened, looking ecstatic to look at him.

“Asch! Whew! I was worried I’d have to run all throughout this place to find you!”

“Devon…Andrew…excuse my language, but…”

Andrew steered the car illegally left and right all throughout New Rune to get to Lorelei’s apartment.

“WHERE THE FUCK ARE WE GOING!?” Shrieked Lorelei.

“We’re saving both you and Ava pumpkin!” Devon said triumphantly.

Andrew swerved and ran about two red lights before slamming the breaks right in front of the apartment building with a screech.

Lorelei felt she was going to throw up because of her panic. She was way too stimulated and felt like she was gonna burst because of stress.

The brunette squeaked startled at how the window beside her went down to reveal Andrew standing right outside. She hadn’t even noticed they got out the car.

“Sorry to scare ya Lorelei, but you should stay here while we handle that bastard.” Said Andrew while adjusting his glasses with confidence.

Devon snatched Andrew by the collar and ran towards the front doors of the complex.

“The hell do they- wait…no! No, no, no! Come back! Ava’s dads you got the wrong idea!” She banged on the car windows to no avail, as the couple had already disappeared into the doors

Mrs. Oats, the five Daemons, and Ava all sat on the couch before the purple cat that was apparently named Lady Grandma.

“It’s really you…? Does that mean you’re…” Asch didn’t even want to utter what he was referring to.

“Yup! I croaked! Don’t really remember how though…” said Lady Grandma completely fine with saying she’s dead.

Asch sat there in disbelief as the cat-ified Lady Grandma swung her legs while munching on some tuna she stole from Mrs. Oats’s fridge.

“W-What do you mean you don’t know!? Isn’t like the whole purpose of this type of reincarnation is to connect with Daemons with those same memories!?” Fumed Asch, admittedly getting more and more irritated at the older.

“I mean, yeah. I’m thinkin’ someone put a spell in my final moments that I could live peacefully with no bad memories. Which I guess includes how I died. And a lot of other stuff come to think of it.” Answered Lady Grandma while picking at her fur.

Everyone in the room sat there in silence as Asch silently did his best to hold back any tears.

Ava slowly raised her hand to grab the old cat’s attention.

The feline noticed her, “Whoops!”, she said while jumping on her feet on the table, “Forgot we had a couple a’ humans here!” She cleared her throat

“Alright so when a Daemon dies there’s two things that’ll happen to ‘em depending on what the family does!” Explained Lady Grandma while grabbing two sardines from a can she also stole from Mrs. Oats.

She held up one, “No matter what ya do, a Daemon will always get reincarnated into another thing. It’s just what we do.”, she completely stripped the fish of its meat, symbolizing it becoming something new.

Lady Grandma then held up another, “There’s a special spell that can let Daemons keep their memories even while reincarnating…except it’s only the good ones.”, she stripped the meat off this one too, except she chose a few pieces to stick in the head.

“Now,” she started while turning to Asch, “I’ll be honest, I’ve got no idea who did this to me, but if I had to guess it might’ve been your father or Hitoma…” she scratched her chin while thinking.

“What!? What do you mean!? What if it was someone…we’re not affiliated with?” He didn’t want to say “dangerous” that’d include his father and Hitoma.

“Listen squirt, if it was someone we didn’t trust I wouldn’t even be dead! I’d be fightin’! But look at me! Clearly deceased, so the kingdoms clearly fine…I think”

Asch was starting to get tired of all these guesses. Lady Grandma probably didn’t know a thing about what was going on. Asch knew dying was most likely not gonna be the happiest memory, but if she can’t remember much leading up to it, it had to be a struggle.

Asch then remembered something, “Rhys you brought that book right?”

Rhys’s ears slightly perked up, “of course!” He then formed a large notebook out of his hands.

Asch grabbed it and started wildly flipping through it. Rhys started to get anxious by the second.

“M-My prince! Be careful with that, I beg! I had to transcribe the whole thing myself. Th-There’s only one copy after all and they don’t let you take notes in it so I-“ Rhys nervously rambled, but Asch silently waved him off.

“Aha!” He declared, “here! In Rhys’s…legible…handwriting is this!”

Asch shoved the page in the fluffy cat’s face. She stepped away for comfort and scanned the page.

“Eugh, Rhys I forgot how…intricate your writing is…” said Lady Grandma as Rhys grumbled to himself about the comments on his penmanship.

With a bit of deciphering, the page read: “Of course, not all hope is lost. To help the reincarnated gain the ‘bad’ memories back one must take them on a journey of sorts. Bring them to sights and sounds that could jog it, or simply just live life. It takes time, and unless their mind proves to be troublesome, all should be fine.”

“Yup…I see it” the cat meowed under her breath. “One question, how are we gonna jog my memory if we aren’t on Daemos?”

Asch’s train of thought stopped as soon as he tried to think about it. It wasn’t possible. At least he didn’t think.

“It said to ‘simply live life’ right? It’s alien but here on earth is living life.” Said Pierce

Everyone looked at each other with a newfound sense of hope. Except for Lady Grandma.

“Damn it! I don’t wanna remember anythin’ bad!” Spouted Lady Grandma while rubbing her temples.

“We need to know what’s going on in Daemos Ma!” Argued Asch

“Well I’ll be damned if you get me to remember shit!”

The Grandma and Grandson went back and forth for what felt like ages. Mrs. Oats had at some point enough of it.

“Would both of you shut up!” Yelled the older woman, catching both Asch’s and Lady Grandma’s attention.

“There’s nothing I hate more than seeing a grandparent not respect their grandkids! If I had the chance to visit my grandson again, I’d gladly help him with anything for however many years I’m with him!” Mrs. Oats condemned while grabbing the cat by the coat.

“You’re only a kitten! You’ve got 12 years with this young man! 20 if you’re lucky! How can you call yourself a grandma if you don’t even care about your grandson or your own world enough to remember a few bad moments!?” Chastised Mrs. Oats while shaking Lady Grandma.

She dropped the old feline and it landed on its feet. Lady Grandma looked dizzy, as if getting fussed at by Mrs. Oats was a roller coaster.

“Fine…but I need breaks. I’ll be crashing at yours most of the time.” Appealed the purple fuzz.

“Fine with me.” Said Mrs. Oats while signaling for the cat to follow.

Before they went out Mrs. Oats stopped by the door.

“Oh and Ava!” She called out, “before y’all start doing anything, get them boys to take a shower. And take breaks! If they smell like that they must be overexerting theirselves.” Mrs. Oats then closed.

Ava laughed to herself until she realized what Mrs. Oats said.

“WHAT? No! You’ve got the wrong idea! They just stink!” She yelled, but Mrs. Oats had already walked out the door a long time ago.

Ava groaned, “let’s finish this bath day…” she got up and grabbed Leif’s hand to his surprise.

“This is why I hate Ava.” Fumed Jack.

“C’mon babe…don’t say that…” said Lorelei while trying to comfort him.

She couldn’t really act like she didn’t have the same thoughts about Ava at the moment though. She missed the meet up time for the Puss’s Sporting Goods ad, so either they found a replacement or it’s gonna be delayed to a month or more.

She almost broke down two times, and she hated crying. She’d be drowning in tears right now if Jake and her weren’t comforting each other right now. Being in a jail cell is a stressing thing.

Oh yeah. They were in a jail cell.

Ava’s dads had made a scene in the apartment check in center that Lorelei was in some sort of “kidnap” situation. They’d also blamed Jack for it.

Jack was detained for more investigation and so was Lorelei because she was apparently “too defendant of the suspect”. So now they were both in jail until the cops finally realize the two men were probably overreacting.

“At least I know how her dads think of me…” said Jack sounding hurt.

“Babe…”, comforted Lorelei, “Everything will be fine…it’s not like they’ll be in our lives 24/7.”

Despite this, Lorelei could hear movement from the other cell. She put her ear to the dry wall and could barely hear whimpers and sobs from the other end.

She’s never really seen Jack cry, he’s always been so tough. Hearing him cry made Lorelei want to wail, so she backed away from the wall to stop that from happening.

“Sorry Lei…” Jack sniffled, “it’s just I planned this to be a big night for us.”

Lorelei wished she could break through this dry wall, pick up Jack bridal style, and fly them to their apartment so they didn’t have to deal with this anymore.

“It’ll be alright Jack” reassured Lorelei. “Another night. K’?”

There was silence from the other end and she didn’t know what else to do.

Finally she could hear a door opening, and the jingling of keys of a guard. The man walked up to Lorelei’s cell and kneeled down to her level.

“Sorry miss, you and your boyfriend can go ahead and get outta here. Seems like the case was some baloney.” He said, and he got up and fiddled around to find the right key for the cell.

“This is ridiculous! No rocks, no salt, and you’re cleaning me like I’m a child! I am a prince!” Complained Asch as Ava scrubbed his underarm.

Ava mumbled curses at the man as she started rinsing the suds off him. The only saving grace of this was that he was the last guy, but this was a slog to get through.

Leif yapped the whole time about how long it took, and how he only really took ten second showers. Which was not only disgusting, but also you can’t count that as a shower.

Pierce just stared at her intensely the whole time. She couldn’t tell if she had preferred Leif’s constant talking, or if this was fine. It still unnerved her though.

Noi kept talking about anything other than the bath to distract himself that Ava was touching him. Ava could feel every insult that was building up over the past few days clawing at her throat to let them out. It was honestly a miracle she didn’t say anything.

Rhys kept asking a question about every little thing in the bathroom, it was like she was bathing a big ass toddler.

Then there was Asch. It was tiring hearing him constantly blabber about being a prince and how he should have some respect.

Finally, she was done. She threw Asch a towel and some oversized clothes.

Ava then triumphantly opened the bathroom door and crashed into the couch exhausted.

This accomplishment was only temporary, as she heard banging knocks from the door.

They must’ve been police knocks Ava thought. She then comprehended what she just described.

Those were police knocks.

“G-Gah! Everybody go in my room and don’t come out till I say so!” She harshly whispered.

“You crazy? Didn’t you say-“ started Leif but was cut off by Ava pushing him and the other guys into the bedroom.

She rushed to the door to open it as the knocking got louder.

As soon as she opened it, she was shocked with the sight of her dads in handcuffs with a cop between the both of them.

“W-What the!? What did you- what happened?!” Ava yelled.

“These two caused a scene at Rune Complex. They also wasted the police’s time with a fake accusation of kidnap.” Said the cop as he typed something up on his phone.

“We just wanted to see you honey, but everything got so out of control!” Whined Devon. “We’re gonna spend a night in the slammer…”

Ava’s face was now adorned with shock and looked at the cop looking for some sort of explanation.

“Don’t worry ma’am, that’s only for resisting arrest.” The cop put his phone away, “It’s only in county jail too. They just have to do a few weeks of community service.”

Ava face palmed and groaned into her hand, “okay…do I have to do anything or…”

“Nope” the cop cut off Ava “they just wouldn’t stop whining about wanting to see ya. Have a good rest of your night ma’am.”

The cop tipped off his hat and led the couple to the elevator as Ava closed the door.

She pinched the bridge of her nose while walking to the bedroom door. When she opened it, she saw no one.

She was confused, her room was kinda small so there’s no way five large guys were gonna hide in here.

“Queen Ava! Look!” Said Noi, his head peaking out of Ava’s wall.

Ava stared at the ginger with disbelief. That was definitely a solid wall, and there’s no sign of damage. Were these guys ghosts or something?

“C’mon! We can’t settle in until you give us your blessing!” Hurried Noi as he got out of the wall, and grabbed Ava’s hand to lead her to the it.

Ava closed her eyes and braced herself for some sort of impact, but it never came.

She slowly opened her eyes to see something that’d only be possible in her fantasies.

In front of her was a large grand staircase with a dark lavender carpet and golden steps and handrail.

These stairs led up to six doors each with corresponding colors that matched the five men and her.

Was this in her apartment the whole time? Could she just walk through this spot in the wall and be here? Here alone. Away from anything else.

It felt like a dream. Her legs were feeling wobbly and she could see dots in her vision. She couldn’t tell if she was about to faint, or her body was trying to handle this newfound excitement. She should’ve known it was a mix of both.

Ava collapsed on the ground to all the Daemon’s surprise.

As Ava started to lose consciousness, she could still hear the five men bickering about what they should do. She couldn’t care less right now though, she wanted to explore this place forever once she wakes up.

AANNNDDD WE’RE DONE. This took a while especially with the setback I stated earlier but I’m rlly glad it’s over. This was a really long episode and I really hope you guys enjoyed. Also I really hope you imagined Lady Grandma’s new form kinda like Turbo Granny from Dadadan bc that’s what I was going for lol. The next ep might not be to the same scale to this one but only time will tell. I REALLY HOPE YOU ENJOYED.

[youremyheaven]

https://www.tumblr.com/youremyheaven/754499296935723008/when-the-delusion-wears-off-and-you-realize-he

I was talking to this guy for a while and actually really liked him only for him to text me, “what would you do if your ex texting you? And it still hurts to even see her name?” I was like… oh 🙁 first of all whyyyy would you ask me of all people. This was in the beginning tho so I thought I’d let it slide cause it had only been like 2 months since they broke up and we were just friends atp. Anyways it did hurt. he said he told her, not to contact him and he’d text her when he was ready.

Now I’m not a complete idiot. I did want to stop talking to him after this because I felt like, yeah he still likes his ex. Buttttt after that he started being way more into our connection and then things progressed and we started making plans for the future…

Then I noticed he started replying slower and dryer. He also used to call me babe and stopped. I was like maybe I’m reading too much into it, I shouldn’t assume blah blah blah. Then he starts responding once a day and I started thinking, ok, he’s either found someone new or he’s talking to his ex again. Ughhhhhhh. So one day I asked, how’s your day? He goes, it’s good, I’m moving back to xyz (country he used to live in, his ex is there) I go oh… ummm what? He goes, yeah they pay more and also there’s this girl there I want to meet. Now the whole time we weren’t actually in a relationship so lesson learned to never act like you’re in one when you aren’t because then they can say they don’t owe you anything.

So I was hurt and stopped replying as much. The reason I kept replying is because we were actually friends and I actually really liked him as a person. also because we never talked about labels at all, I felt it wasn’t fair to hold him to that. But I should have just stopped talking to him because he ended up leaving me on read and now we haven’t talked in a month.

There’s also more in between that I left out because it’s be too long but that’s basically it. It should be illegal to call people “baby/babe/love” when you have no intention of actually being those things. Our whole thing was just not defined at all and very weird. I’m never doing anything like that again without clear lines of what we are. And part of why it hurts so bad is because he’s not a bad person. The reason I liked him was because I respect the way he lives his life. Part of it was also my fault because he wanted to move forward but I wasn’t able to because of some personal issues. I just wished I’d met him at a different timeeee lord whhhhhyyyy 😩😩😩 anyways I wish him well.

UGHHHH men are just :////

you shouldn't have had to go thru that but think of it as a learning experience

just going ahead, never get too attached to men who:

a. have just broken up with their partner

b. fawn over you and give you tooo much time, attention, energy for no reason

c. make promises that sound too good to be true

we cannot control how others will treat us but we can control ourselves. dont be swayed by flattery or niceties. enjoy it and have fun with it but dont take it too seriously??? if they actually mean any of it, youll find out and if they dont, youll find that out as well.

let yourself be admired and wanted and learn to separate that from being loved

you dont have to assume the worst of people but you can also be realistic ,, no matter what they throw your way be a little unshakeable and stable in yourself, so that you dont get too attached to receiving their time and attention

dont be desperate and i dont mean this to be harsh AT ALLLL, bc i honestly know what its like to feel that way but if you seem needy for someone you aren't "officially" with, they immediately start acting up bc men are like that :///

how not to be desperate = seeing yourself as a prize, he could be the king of france but you're you<333

Song JiA is my fav example of magnetic secure female energy. She's Bharani Sun so that does explain it

there are many videos explaining her allure and how we can all learn from her

i hope you feel better soon and forget all about that crusty ass man!!!! He clearly never deserved you

[ruminate88]

Feeling ugly after being brutally discarded: I feel so small

12/10/24 love bombed, objectified, betrayed

This older lady, I’ve known all my life, not gonna share her name. She’s an awesome, awesome lady, but one day I was running a brush through my hair and she saw me and she just stared at me and I looked at her and she said, “ You are so beautiful, brushing your beautiful hair” 😭😭😭😭😭😭

I was so uncomfortable because of the way I’ve been objectified so many times by men, especially by people that I loved so much that made me feel so stupid . I’ve lost so much weight without trying and everybody has been talking about it and asking me what’s wrong and why am I losing weight and they all wanna know and people tell me I’m too skinny and how that’s so bad but it wasn’t even my fault. 😔 You know, it’s not like I did this to myself on purpose. I acknowledge that I was completely unaware of toxic relationships and emotional abuse!! I trusted my exes and gave them all of me that I could even when they’re giving me nothing but pain!!

So far in this healing journey, it is mental and spiritual, but there is a physical side to it as well. I know the physical side probably won’t get better until the mental does, and the mental is dependent on the spiritual as well. It all works together, body soul and mind !!

I don’t hate my exes. I’m just disappointed at how they can brutally discard me 💔 I’m so disposable to them when they were extremely special to me… Starting with my ex Cody, oh my gosh, the way I felt for him hurts me so much. I can’t put into words how painful it was when he ghosted me and he’ll never care about me ❤️‍🩹 I’ve had to let that go and I’ve had to accept that he does not care …. the way he treated me when he love bombed me wow. I’ll never forget it. 😭

Then to spend a year with my ex Andrew after to think I’m falling in love with him, yet after I break up with him, he says that he pretended all his feelings the whole time to lead me on, and he already had a new girlfriend that he was posting all over Instagram 💀💀💀 and he never posted me on his Instagram once !!! plus he took her to the place that I thought he would take me one day 💔 and that sucks. I just felt incredibly stupid and embarrassed by him…. I wasn’t special to Andrew or Cody at all. I’ve had to face that all year and it’s been sooooo painful.

I know there is people that loves and cares about me but it’s just so hard anymore to believe it. Alsooooo, there is a man in my past named Jake that I’ve not wanted to write about as much because I don’t feel safe to write about him yet, but I dreamt about him last night and I never really wanted to be his girlfriend although we flirted a lot, but he was always a part of my life … he was basically a big bully to me, but also there was times I thought he was my good friend too, so that’s confusing and that’s just how it is with these men. They say one thing and then turn around and say another too and you never know how they really feel about you. 🤨😝 You can’t trust them ever. They make you feel delusional about everything. They’re basically gaslighting you. ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹 They’re jealous and intimidated by you so they mentally and emotionally abuse you to make themselves feel better. Fudge … I loved them better than I loved myself. They never deserved it, my love was free but they scoffed at my love and thats THERE PROBLEM, not mine… I don’t regret them but I have to admit how they’ve impacted my self worth and opinions of myself. I have to accept what they’ve done and forgive ❤️‍🩹 (doesn’t seem I can ever forget tho)

[dragonmistressivy]

Anyone want to burn down my school for me? /hj. School is hell and is fucking killing me. It will be my death. All the strees every single teacher puts on me. All the strees my parents put on me to fo well and mad at me for never having any extracurriculars. All of the thoughts destroying me from the inside out. The world falling apart and I don’t have the skills personal money to escape this hellhole. I sm scared snd streesed out 24/7. No wonder my physical gealth is starting to fail. I don’t have the wnergy to take care of myself snd i hate it. I don’t have anything in the real world. It is all pointless to me. Also i hate all the jokes my parents have made about judt plugging me and my brother into the matrix because we are addicted to the internet(as tho it isn’t their fault) and because we have no lives(as tho that also isn’t their fault and our bio mom’s given we have both definitely gotten secersl of our mental issues from her). Parents once made a “joke” about taking us out back and just killing us because we don’t want to live in the real world. Totslly what you say to your heavily depressed kids who at least one of them is suicidal(me) and would absolutely adore that. My parents suck. Also I don’t feel safe at school. Yet another three people i know for certain i can’t trudt and are evil given they were talking about have gender affriming care should be illegal(surprised they used the correct term given what they were saying) i was just sitting there like wtf. I am scared. Also two of those three girls sit at the same table as me in marketing do yet another reason to hate and fear that class. I fucking hate that class. It causes me to completely freeze and break down because of the assignments revealing some of my weaknesses which no one can be allowed to know especially given how many people are openly evil and i am a easy target. I widh i could drop the class but i missed the absolute deadline(the fucking literal 3rd day of school. I didn’t wven know the syllabuses for any of my classes but one by then) to drop classes because i was sick. I am dying because of school. I also have no energy to actually do anything outside of school besides bed rot and hide in my room and sleep most of the day because of everything. Thanks parents for fucking emotionally neglecting me for do long that you didn’t notice that i had so many fucking issues that could have been prevented or treated like 5 or 6 or 7 or maybe 8 years ago. Suvh as putting me on anxiety meds since like first grade. I should have been on them since then because it was do bad then and has only gotten worse since. Or maybe antidepressants since like 7th or 8th grade because it was there then but didn’t get extremely bad until 9th grade and 10th grade where it completely nose dived into the ground and has been boring through the ground even farther down since. I am broken because of them ignoring me and my problems pr even making them worse. Like that one time in i think was it 2nd grade where carter(my brother) had been harassing snd bullying me since we woke up and the whole day until i finally snapped at him in the evening and completely blew up and threw several chess pieces at him and missed and hit the window and cabinet glass behind him and shattered them. I got my ass beat for that with a belt multiple times. And wasn’t allowed to go to the fair that night and got several of my plushies taken from me. Carter’s only punishment was not going to the fair for litwrslly bullying me all day. I learned to completely hide everything from my parents. Also the fact carter wouldn’t get in trouble for even like for example getting one of his close friends to kick a soccer ball straight at my head and breaking my nose.(just one of the many many many things Carter did. I just remember it so clearly unlike most of elementary) Carter didl got receive any punishment. And you know whst my parents epuld tell me every time when he would bully me? They would tell me to just ignore him because he will stop if i do that.

I don’t know if they never deslth with bullies or not but that is notvhow you get a bully to stop. That only makes them worse because they will instead of doing badic stuff to get you to completely explode the will do more and more extreme stuff until you do. Also no wonder i have anger issues and barely don’t explode at anyone for the slightest thing. I was suffering from several mental issues snd was constantly without stop made fun of and harassed and the people who i was supposed to protect me did nothing and actually made it worse. Some things carter would do all the time are make fun of my speech impediment, the way i walk, the way i move my arms, the way my face looks, everything about the way i look, call me things like fag or tranny and all the slurs under the sun he knew even if they made no since like calling me the n word(i am the palest you can probably get do it made no sense), sexually harassing me, and raping me a few times as kids, and so much fucking more. I need him to have a fate worse than death Maybe lock in sydrome without the ability to close his eyes andhave everyone think he is in a coma, or maybe to get tons of brain damage that omly affects his physical ability to fo stuff do he finally fucking know what it is like to be fucking disabled. I fucking hate his guys and want him to feel pain for everything he has done to not just me but all his gfs and his current bf. He is a monster. I hope he gets his karma soon.

I hate how i can’t trust anyone especially authority figures for already mentioned reasons and many other ones such as for example my 2nd grade teacher would pretend i didn’t exist when i was literally talking to her or her not stopping bullies when i was being bullied right in front of her, or my third and fourth grade typing class teachers for getting so fucking mad at me for not using both hands to type(as tho i could because i can’t use my right hand or things like that) and literally coming over and forcibly correcting me, the fact that the best of my teachers in elementary(being my 5th grade teacher) was still very weird and purposely made me stick out from all my other students by literally changing her whole curriculum that year just because of me or like when we read “wonder” as a class she would basically say hiw i am simplar to august(the protagonist of that book) who is in fact disabled but in such s fucking different way that it just make me feel worse and internalize self hate about how i am not disabled enough to be treated as equals to everyone but too disabled to be like everyone else. So many people basically treated me like a baby that year i hated it. Another example from that year was when we read “fresk the mighty”(good book) why did she have to constantly point out how i was disabled. Also one more thing she did was on my birthday she literally have a massive party about august from “wonder” I don’t even share a birthday with him do it was so fucking creepy and i was do called out. There is so much more from judt my fifth grade class but at least wasn’t bullied that year tho was mostly ignored and isolated from my peers but at least no bullying like 2nd, third, and fourth grade there was do much that happened in those three years. Also i hate how much of 6th grade i missed because i had surgery on my right foot to find a lot of issues caused by it. Unfortunately the surgical site didn’t heal and almost got infected and that caused recovery from taking a like 2 maybe 3 months at most to around 6 or 7 months and only went back from like the last 3 months with taking a lot of time off because of recovery. That isolated me a lot more from everyone. Then i had seventh grade where nothing really happened besides isolated more. Then there was 8th grade where the pandemic started that march so was completely shut off from the world without being able to talk to literally anyone and was so alone and my grades started to slip and depression started to nose dive. But 9th grade was worse for do many reasons including me getting covid(still can’t taste or smell that well but the taste is slowly coming back now) and everyobe having changed including the few friends i had either them literally becoming fucking evil like one called me for having cp(not cerebral paldy) whwn i explained i had cerebral palsy and he knew i didn’t have the other thing but wanted to get me in trouble all because i was different and not like him. He was like the nicest person in 8th grade so who knows what happened but he became insanely ablest and sexist. Also i then hung out with a group of misfits(with two of them being trans and one being bi but somehow didn’t realize i was trans yet) but lose contact with all three of them over the summer. Then in 10th grade i made a friend. He was the nicest person to me ever and i also got a phone that year so i got his number and actually talked yo him outside school. He was so nice to me. But for some reason as soon as school ended he completely abandoned me and definitely blocked my number. No idea why. There was no reason why he completely abandoned me. Probably one of his other friends told him to. I mean he was friends with one of carter’s exes(she luckily broke up with carter after like 2 or 3 weeks once she realized how evil carter is). Also realized i was trans that year and he was the first person i came out to(wasn’t the reason he abandoned me given that was months and months before he did)

Then last year was completely alone and had nothing but at least could listen to music almost day and ignore the world as best i could. I have finally broken completely and have no way to ignore it like can’t even listen to music at school even during individual working time. I am so done

I am just so exhausted and done with life but unfortunately can’t kill myself to end it

[auradons-trash-heap]

What are your most unpopular opinions on Descendants as a whole?

Idk how popular/unpopular a lot of my opinions are, but here are a few that I think are unpopular haha:

1) I like Mal. Yes even when she’s making bad choices, which she certainly does. I like that she’s a messy protagonist & even tho I prefer a lot of things about her book characterization I also lowkey still like the movie version of her. I know people say Dove was phoning it in especially in D3 but I think she did a really good job in D1 & D2; at the beginning of D2 she did a believable enough portrayal of a stress-based mental breakdown that I’m convinced Dove was drawing from personal experience. When you can see her zoning out every time no one’s talking to her directly bc she’s mentally working through a checklist of everything she needs to do—I’ve been there. Mal was sleep deprived & living on sheer willpower & fear of failure and Dove crushed it in terms of portraying that experience.

I’ll admit that I’m biased bc I am not immune to Dove Cameron in purple hair & studded jackets, I relate to Ben bc I too would abuse my position of power just to make Mal happy oop

2) I like beast!Ben okay I did not like the makeup job but I did like the character design & I think if they were gonna have him do stupid shit like roaring in D2 when overwhelmed/stressed about the fight with Uma or physically shake water off of himself like a dog then we could’ve gotten more than him being beasted by a spell for 2 minutes (even tho the FX makeup did Not hold up well on camera). Also they were cowards for using the magic lake super soaker to mostly break the spell, every single version of Beauty and the Beast that refuses to show a human/beast kiss on screen is made by cowards. This was the only spell in D3 that was broken in this way & they did that specifically bc they were cowards. Mal should’ve broken the spell by kissing him in the first place I don’t care if it’s weird

Given the slightest inclination I would’ve made a beast!Ben au anyway but I only initially started writing down any of it out of spite

3) I don’t love that Mal spelled Ben but I still ship Bal. I support & enjoy other ships with both of the characters (Malvie, Bevie, core four all together, etc) but I am a Bal shipper at heart. And I think Ben proposing with a callback to Did I Mention was really cute okay, yes that’s salt in the wound for Audrey but just on its own it was a really cute & romantic way to propose & I love it

4) Ig the really unpopular thing, going off of the prev one, is this: I don’t think Audrey & Ben were ever actually in love. I think they were friends & them dating was something that Audrey was encouraged to do & Ben went along with, & I think as much as Audrey absolutely was unfairly humiliated in front of her peers she was more upset at losing the crown than Ben. Ben still owed her an apology & an explanation once he broke Mal’s spell; it wasn’t his fault that he embarrassed Audrey while under the influence of a spell but it was pretty cowardly & lame of him not to own up to it right away & instead just use the spell as an easy out from the relationship. But I still don’t think Audrey & Ben were ever in love. As a Bal shipper, I am definitely biased about this.

Also, I’m not opposed to anyone shipping Audrey with Ben! I think it’s cool that all of us can see this same franchise & come away with so many different ideas & opinions

So those are my hot takes lol. Overall I just enjoy Descendants as the beautiful garbage fire it is & I don’t have super strong opinions about ships or anything, I just like playing in the sandbox :)

[writerfae]

I am here to fully encourage the Christmas movie au

The third act breakup happens. Tis the damn season by Taylor Swift starts playing

Also it needs a lot of cheese hollydays cliches like snow angles and hot chocho or something

Just so you know, I am now more obsessed with this au than ever and it’s entirely your and @deadlycupid ‘s fault (saying that very affectionately but also how dare you)

Anyways.

First off, I’m really here for the Taylor Swift song playing. Actually, another song of hers, Christmas Tree Farm, would be perfect for this au and you’ll see why.

(I’m still working on plot details and making everything make sense, but the basic storyline is set.)

So Talon is our typical business man from a big city, working for his father’s company. Also, his family is literally rich.

And Talon for some business reasons gets send to one of those small towns that are very much obsessed with Christmas. And he’s not happy about it.

It’s cold, it’s in the middle of nowhere and he’s not really the Christmas type of guy anymore, since he and his dad are always busy with the business.

So at first he’s not really thrilled and he keeps complaining to Halea (who here is his best friend) over the phone all the time. And then he (quite literally) runs into Aiden.

Aiden is a true small town boy and works at - you guessed it - the local Christmas tree farm, which is the pride of the city. (He most likely even owns this place, idk yet.) He’s very helpful and pretty beloved by the people.

Him and Talon do not have a good start though, their meeting ends with them bickering and Talon being as annoyed as ever.

The next day Talon seeks out a Café. Coincidentally, Aiden is also there. He helps out at the Café that belongs to his best friend (Maya) whenever things get busy around Christmas.

Nice guy that he is he apologizes to Talon about the day before by giving him a free drink and the two settle on starting anew.

That’s when the whole plot line of getting to know each other starts. Aiden shows him around town and Talon visits the farm and the two get closer.

Aiden is set on showing Talon how wonderful Christmas can be and Talon starts to grow pretty fond of it - and pretty fond of Aiden too.

Which already leads to obstacle number one: Talon (with a little help of Halea) realizes he has a crush on Aiden, but he is convinced that Aiden is dating Maya (even though he’s obviously not).

This misunderstanding gets solved after a while though and the two kiss. And things go great from there on. Until we reach obstacle number two.

Now this is not completely worked out yet, but I had the following idea (that just needs to be molded a bit):

So I was thinking that maybe Aiden’s family (or his boss if they wouldn’t own the farm) is at risk of losing their farm land, be it cause of a lack of money/some debt or just someone wanting to bully them off of the land.

And Talon’s family company is involved in that. Actually, Talon was send there specifically to get Aiden’s family to sell the property, one way or another.

And one day shortly before Christmas Aiden finds out about it and thinks Talon only used him, so that’s when the third act breakup you mentioned happens.

Aiden doesn’t want to see him anymore and so Talon (almost?) leaves. But something holds him back and he decided to chase after Aiden, convincing him that he wasn’t using him.

They make up but there’s still the problem with Aiden losing the farm. So Talon steps in, helping him out. In the end he ends up buying the farm himself, so that Aiden can stay. Aiden wants to pay him back eventually and Talon agrees to that to not hurt his pride (it ends up not being a problem anymore though cause years after he story they get married anyway)

And then they can celebrate Christmas on the farm and everyone is happy! And Talon of course has to come visit from time to time to be with his boyfriend “check if Aiden is looking after the farm correctly”

THE END (not the end of this ask tho cause I have more ideas to share)

Cute and cheesy Christmas movie/romance movie ideas for the story (in no particular order):

Aiden playing in the snow with children from the town

him and Talon getting dragged into/having a snowball fight

little Christmas market in the town and at the Christmas tree farm

drinking hot cider/hot chocolate like all the time

baking cookies escalating into a flour battle

feeding each other chocolate

talking about how they used to celebrate Christmas with their family and getting sad about things but being like they used to

Talon running into Aiden and Maya being overly affectionate or comforting one another and thinking “oh they definitely date”

Talon seeing Aiden chop wood and running straight into a Christmas tree

Aiden helping a little kid finding their ideal tree for Christmas being all sweet to them

Aiden showing Talon around town

it’s starting to snow in a very romantic coded moment

Talon getting talked into singing for some people from the village after they find out he’s got musical talent

of course decorating the Christmas tree

also at least one mistletoe scene I bet

“fairy lights make you look even more pretty”

One of them slipping on snow or something and the other catching him

ice skating maybe?

Christmas dinner. Also Aiden cooking for Talon cause he’s a godly cook

Feel free to add on if you want xD

But yeah that’s it do far. Already pretty cliche and cheesy but that’s how I intend it to be. Absolutely in love with this.