#even tho it’s his own fault he shouldn’t have did what he did to me and other ppl n I’m glad i was the first to report him

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ughh im so stressed out, im so anxious im getting stomach pains lollll

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Saving Grace Chapter 8

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Aurora Stark

Summary: Zemo gets under Aurora’s skin and shows his hand.

Warnings: allusions to Civil War, manipulation

Series Masterlist

“Care to dance?”

“You aren’t going to take ‘no’ for an answer, are you?” Aurora sighed, offering Zemo her arm. She glided onto the dancefloor alongside him, nearly fainting at the sheer amount of emotion engulfing her.

Zemo caught her, slipping one hand around her to touch the small of her back. He pulled her close, supporting most of her weight until she found her footing. “Are you always this affected by crowds?”

“I wouldn’t know.” She paused, wondering how much to divulge. “My powers didn’t start manifesting until after Dad relocated us to the Compound. I didn’t frequent the city after that, and then— well, you know the rest.”

“Ah, yes, forgive me. Tony Stark and James… they were simply a means to a necessary end.”

“An end that pit me against my own father,” she ground out.

“Perhaps, my actions did tip the scales, but it was you who made the decision, was it not?”

Anger prickled under her skin like a quiet brushfire. She swallowed down her retort, hating that was he wasn’t completely wrong. “I shouldn’t have been forced to make the decision in the first place.”

“We all have to make decisions based on our experiences. That is life, and sometimes it deals us a difficult hand. No doubt you’ve been sheltered to the problems of the real world. Your father’s prestige and money breed a certain lifestyle.”

Whereas before she felt nothing, Zemo believed the truth of his words.

“Tell me, with all your empathy, what would you have done in my shoes, had the Avengers destroyed your home, killed your family, and then left you to pick up the pieces?”

Like air seeping out of a balloon, he laid bare more of his emotions. He knew how to shield himself. He allowed her to feel what he wanted her to feel, and right now he was letting her in to the depth of his deepest sorrow.

Tears gathered in her eyes, unshed and brimming her eyelids. “I’m sorry— I had no idea.”

“Of course, you didn’t,” Zemo replied with restrained calm. “You are the daughter of a billionaire. Posh, beautiful, but ignorant. I hold no ill will toward you. Your father, the Avengers… they’re the ones responsible. I’m not a perfect man, but at least I don’t hide behind pretenses. James, on the other hand…”

“What about Bucky?”

At the sudden defensiveness in her tone, Zemo smirked. “Ah, so you’ll listen to reason when it comes to the sins of your father, but turn a blind eye to the Soldat’s. Curious.”

“My dad wasn’t a perfect man, either. But, Bucky… he didn’t do anything wrong.”

“He murdered indiscriminately, or are you as ignorant and blind to the fact that he is history’s most ruthless and feared assassin?”

“I know what he did as the Winter Soldier. I’m not…” She raised her voice, lowering it when she noticed the stares they were garnering. “I’m not as ignorant as you seem to think. HYDRA brainwashed him, his sovereignty stripped away. He wasn’t given a choice.”

“Fair enough. I concede to that point. However, he is still a dangerous man. You saw what he did at the bar.”

“On your command!”

“Precisely. A man who follows, but doesn’t lead. For all your father’s faults, he was a natural-born leader. It makes me wonder why you, the daughter of a genius and a goddess, would choose a soldier? I am reminded of the myth about Mars, the god of war and Venus’ lover.”

Aurora’s heart plummeted. He knew who her mother was and was taunting her with Aphrodite’s Roman counterpart. She couldn’t know for sure, because once again he was a blank canvas, void of emotion. He’d given her a glimpse of his pain, a morsel of the brilliance his mind was capable of, and seeded beneath it all, his desire for revenge.

She didn’t know at what point they’d stopped dancing. Even though they weren’t moving, he still had her by the waist. There was no good way to answer his question. The truth would solidify his deductions, and though she was convinced he’d figured it out, she wasn’t going to make the next phase of his plan easy.

“I see we are at an en passe,” said Zemo, finally.

“I suppose so.” She eased out of his grip, turned to find Bucky among the throng of revelers, but not before Zemo grabbed her upper arm and whispered in her ear.

“Remember what I said about your dear Winter Soldier. I do not intend to leave my work unfinished.”

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☆–a.n; @hitoshisbf MOOTIE, I GOTCHUU♡ tho, idk if this is the turn you were looking for with his, but i hope at least satiates a bit of your need ;) also, i haven't written this fast anything LOOOL idk, i'm living for the angsty fics lately♡

☆–warnings; angst, alcohol consumption, a bit of smut in one paragraph lol, and of course swearing, because Shinsou is as bad as Bakugou.

Shinsou Hitoshi is not a man that shows his feelings openly. 

Everybody knows that.

So it isn’t a surprise when he returns to the agency from that hell of a fight, face blank, void of any emotion, eyes looking sleepy and tired like they always do. But there is something. Something about the way he is walking, the way he is breathing, or maybe call it his aura, that makes everyone flinch as he walks from the entrance directly towards the elevator.

From all the eyes he knows and feels looking at him, he strongly feels yours. He knows he shouldn’t close on himself and not seek help when he perfectly knows this is a moment to seek for help. For you.

But he can’t avoid it.

The guilt.

Another partner lost.

Another person died in his care.

More than one.

He is 32 years old and apparently he can’t take care of a sidekick half his age, who is already an adult, but still a baby in this profession. This fucking profession of being a hero. How many have already gone? How many have lost their lives because he wasn’t fast enough, strong enough, or even smart enough? How. Fucking. Many.

Hitoshi sighs when he’s in front of the door to his office, not really knowing how he got there; and when he enters and then turns to close it, he encounters the eyes of Midoriya Izuku who looks at him, worried and pitiful.

“It wasn’t your fault, Hitoshi,” Midoriya’s words feel more like a dagger stuck deep in his guts than the comfort he tries to give.

“How many, Midoriya… How many.”

And with that he closes the door and locks it. He doesn’t wait for his co-worker and friend's response. Hitoshi doesn’t need it. He knows it.

After throwing some of his equipment over the small couch he has in the middle of his office, Shinsou walks directly towards one of his furniture where he hides it. Alcohol. Rum, to be exact. He discovered –after a situation similar to this one– that the only thing that gives him a bit of comfort is the burn of the liquor going down his throat. He hates it, he loathes it completely. But he loves how the painful burning turns off his senses and closes down his gullet as the liquid slides inside his system. His ability to speak turns off, just as his consciousness.

He gulps down glass after glass after glass. He doesn’t care that he’s at work and by all ethics he shouldn’t be doing this here. But he doesn’t fucking care anymore.

He doesn’t care that once again one of his co-workers and two of his sidekicks died right in front of his eyes.

He doesn’t care that even if he got there a tad bit sooner, they could still be alive, he could have saved them.

He doesn’t care that it was his fault, because he got distracted from trying to follow one of those villains and didn’t stay to help his team.

But he does care. It is his fault. Everything.

Glass after glass after glass of rum, and he already feels the rise in temperature and the dizziness in his body. But he doesn’t care. He deserves feeling like this… This helpless and useless, because that’s what he is. A fucking useless piece of shit. Not even good at his own job. What would Aizawa say? Dad would agree with Shinsou. He’s just a fucking nuisance. He has been for everybody since his very first day at UA.

The rumble of knocks on his office’s door makes him groan. He doesn’t move, whomever it is should know already that he’s not going to fucking answer the door.

“Shinsou, it’s me,” your muffled voice sounds and he curses Midoriya’s name. He knows it was him who sent you. He always did whenever Hitoshi traveled down to the most inner dark places of his own mind.

He can’t not open the door to you. You are and will always be the exception to any rule. You come before anything and everyone, even his own misery. But, he had drank so much he realizes now he can't move his legs as he tries to stand up from his chair behind his desk. His arms and legs feel like gum, uncontrollable and useless gum, and he doesn't have the strength to even throw the keys closer to the door so you can grab them from under it and get yourself in. He knows, he had tried it, just now. Unfortunately, he just knocked a decorative vessel that sat at the corner of his own desk. What a shame, you have gifted him that from one of your trip missions.

“Hitoshi, what was that? Please, please, let me in,” your begging voice is something that stir so many emotions inside him.

He likes to hear it when he’s on top of you, buried so deep inside you that you beg for him. More, fast, harder, deeper. He loves it, to drive you that insane that only him can give you what you need.

Now, it sounds so desperate and sad, he hates being the reason too behind that begging.

It doesn’t pass too much time until the door is forced open. He regrets having locked it when he looks up and you’re there, standing with all that worry and fear in your eyes as your chest pushes up and down in puffs of air that you inhale. Oh. You forced it on your own. He feels proud of you. You have grown so much. So strong and so dependable.

He remembers when he met you, a small thing of eighteen years old, filled with dreams and hopes, that had just joined Hero Deku’s agency, where he also worked too. You had also been his sidekick for a while, before everyone –Hitoshi included– recognized your strength and power and by your twenty one years old you already had sidekicks helping you on your missions.

He was so proud and mesmerized by the person and hero you have become, he couldn’t help it. He couldn’t help to feel things for you.

Your first kiss happened on your twenty-fifth birthday. Izuku had the idea to throw a surprise party after you came back from a mission in Osaka that day. Hitoshi would never forget the shine in your eyes when you entered the conference room, turned on the lights and everyone jumped yelling “happy birthday, Y/N!!” in greeting. You almost cried, and Hitoshi found that cute.

Shinsou was also known for liking his own space, so it didn’t take you long to finally find him at the balcony, alone and smoking his cigarette.

“You know, that thing kills you,” you closed the door of the balcony before walking and standing next to him.

He smiled, a genuine one, before saying, “Our work can kill us, did you know that?”

You rolled your eyes at him, softly pushing him with your shoulder, which made him laugh.

“Thanks for being here, Shinsou-san.”

“Ugh. Drop the honorifics already. Makes me feel old,” this time you laughed, and he took that as a queue to take out the little box he brought for you.

“What is this?” You asked receiving the little box.

“The villain’s teeth of my last fight,” you look up at him, not really amused and he snorts, “It’s your present, dumbass.”

“Couldn’t you just say that?” You protested, clearly exasperated by his jokes, which made him even fall for you more.

Hitoshi takes another drag of his cigarette as you open the box. It’s a necklace, not a very expensive one, with a pendant that has the form of a moon. To others, it might not mean shit, and maybe they would comment on how cheap the present looks. But to both of you, it had a significance. It signified all that time you spent together, patrolling and wandering the streets at night when you were his sidekick, given that both of your Quirks worked better at night.

You’re silent for a bit, and that silence worried him for a second. Then he saw the little droplets of your tears on the railing of the balcony where you are standing close to, and he sighed, throwing the cigarette to the ground and stepping on it to turn it off.

“You’re not supposed to cry, dummy,” his hands grabbed your face and he softly tilted your head back so he could look at your face better.

He saw the tears running down your cheeks, but your eyes looked genuinely happy. Fuck, you're gorgeous, inside out.

“It’s my birthday, I can do whatever I want,” you replied back, your beautiful dove eyes not leaving his.

“That you can.” He said almost in a whisper, his eyes darting down to your lips for a second. And when he looked back at your eyes, he saw the realization in them.

“I… Can I?” He saw your eyes do the same action he did before, and fuck, yes please.

“You can.”

You stood suddenly in your tiptoes and finally connected your lips together. One of his hands slid to the back of your head as the other went down and his arm surrounded your waist, pulling you against him even closer, lips firm against each other.

Shinsou had felt on cloud nine. He still does every time you kiss him. Every time he wakes up and sees you there laying next to him, all cutesy with your sleepy-puffy face and all. Every time you come back to him, even when he told you many times before that he isn't worth it.

He doesn’t deserve you. And you deserve so much better.

“Why did you lock the door?” Your voice sounds angry, but also worried.

Hitoshi looks down again to his desk where he finds the bottle of rum almost finished. Wow. How much time has passed since he got here? The dizziness and the constant burning in his throat doesn’t let him think straight, or do the maths. So he immediately disposed of that thought. He won’t be able to find the answer either way. But he can tell that, by your worried expression, it’s been long. I mean, the almost empty bottle in front of him says much too.

“Shinsou,” you call him again. And by his surname, which means you are angry too.

“Isn’t it obvious?” he asks in a murmur, his voice sounding so rough and deep he barely recognizes it like his own.

He then feels hands, small delicate hands, that hold his face and turn him to the side. They feel so soft, so sweet as the thumbs caress his cheeks that he closes his eyes, feeling that knot in his throat so tight is about to explode and make him bleed til he dies.

Hitoshi takes a faltering breath as he feels your forehead press against his.

“Let’s go home, love,” your gentle voice says and he feels like crying now.

But he nods and lets you help him up.

You’re his home. So he will go anywhere with you.

When Hitoshi wakes up the next day, he feels like a truck ran over him. Bones and all heavy, his head pulsing with pain that makes him want to vomit.

He remembers vaguely what happened. And he remembers you dragging his stupid and sorry-sad ass to the apartment. With Izuku. Midoriya helped you bring him home. How embarrassing.

Hitoshi finds the strength to sit on his bed, after seeing that your side of the bed is empty. That’s weird, but it doesn’t surprise him. It is just time you finally see the scum and worthless ass he is.

He rests his elbows on his knees, holding his head with his hands. It hurts, realizing that he lost you. Hurts more than anything. How fucking hypocrite of him. Yesterday, he was moping about the death of his team members, swearing that what he felt was pain. Nothing compares to what he’s feeling now.

The tears slide through his face before he has a chance to stop them.

He never deserved you. He doesn’t even deserve to be called a Hero.

He feels like a fucking loser.

“Hitoshi?”

Your voice makes him look up instantly. And in two long strides you’re kneeling on the floor in front of him, arms around his neck.

He immediately returns the hug. And cries. Like a fucking child.

But this is you, he can do this with you. He can be vulnerable with you.

“You stayed.” He cries, feeling like a wounded animal that needs help.

But somehow, he is. Wounded. In pain. And you’re his savior, what he needs to heal.

“I’m always going to be here, love. I choose you, and I will always do.”

The fingers of one of your hands slides in his hair as his whole body shakes in his cries.

“You have to stop doing this. Nothing that happened was your fault, and if you don’t believe yourself, believe me.” You back away from him just a bit so you can look into his eyes. “Believe me when I say that it was not your fault. And believe me when I say that it’s time you stop this behavior.” He knows you’re talking about his drinking habit from this past months.

“I choose you, but you have to choose me. Or… I don’t think I’m going to want to stay here to see you lose yourself. It hurts me too much, Hitoshi.”

That gets his attention completely.

No. He can't lose you. He won’t lose you. No. No. No.

You're the one crying now, and he’s the one that pulls you up so you straddle his waist and hold your face very close to his.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I won’t… I’ll be good, I’ll be better for you, I promise.” He chants like a prayer as he kisses every part of your face as he can.

You shake your head, “No. Be good for you, be better for you. Because you deserve it. You deserve to be happy, Hitoshi.”

He doesn’t believe it. Not yet anyway.

But he believes you. He loves you. And if to cherish you how you deserve means he has to believe he’s good, he will.

He will be good for you. And with time, for himself too.

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Danny couldn’t help but hold back a cackle. 

Tucker had insisted he come into this random manor and place a whole bunch of pranks on the rich man who lived there. It wasn’t even Vlad. Apparently, his entire group now had a thing against billionaires. That was okay tho.

Billionaires sucked anyway.

He couldn’t help but smirk at the giant portrait of the man, with black hair, and blue eyes. And a freshly drawn mustache as well as an eyeglass. Gotta make the rich dude look more prim and proper. 

Grinning as he floated back, taking in a better view of his masterpiece. Danny did wish he brought some other colors, but hey he only had the sharpie on him. 

Time to share his masterpiece. He smirked as he pulled out his phone, snapping a picture of it and sending it to the group text.

Themasterpiece: UndeadKing

Nothing like making a rich man look the part: UndeadKing

GothGirl101: … Danny. 

GothGirl101: You do know who that is right?

Uhh. Some rich dude:UndeadKing

TechGenuis: Not justany rich dude! 

GothGirl101: That’s Bruce Wayne

TechyGenuis: HA It is! Oh man, he’s gonna flip when he sees it.

 You mean if he sees it, Bruce Wayne is kind of ditzy. : UndeadKing

 I wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t even notice: UndeadKing

GothGirl101: And if he does?

TechyGenuis: Don’t worry about it Danny will be out there before he even gets home.

TechyGenuis: What’s next on the prank list

Rearranging the fruinitreu ever so slightly: UndeadKing

That way they’ll keep on running into the corners: UndeadKing

Mwhahahaah: UndeadKing

Gotta be somewhere well used: UndeadKing

GothGirl101: Like the living room?

Danny couldn’t help but smirk as he slipped his phone back into his pocket along with the marker. It shouldn’t be that hard to find the living room. Or the kitchen. A living room would be the better option. 

Danny moved down the hallways, smirking as he saw the round decorative table in the middle of the wall. Easily sliding it over an inch from the normal place. A wicked grin appeared on his face.

He continued downwards, phasing through a wall. His grin grew. 

Change of plans: UndeadKing

I found the kitchen: UndeadKing

TechyGenuis: OhthisisognnabesoooGOOD!

GothGirl101: Spaces exist for a reason Tucker.

TechyGenuis: Yeah to beignored

Danny shook his head setting down his phone as pulled out his screwdriver.

He would have to stick around to watch the chaos unfold. How can he turn down an opportunity to watch this?! Oh, he had so many plans. Time to mess with the bathrooms.

Tim slipped past Alfred heading towards the cupboards. “I’m sorry, but I really need some coffee right now. The cases are starting to stack up-”

His words cut off as the cupboard dropped out from under his hand, eyes wide as he looked around the kitchen watching as a chain reaction started. Cupboards fell from the wall and crashed to the floor.

“What the-” 

“Tim, what the hell did you do?” Tim glanced upwards, eyes widened as an angry Jason came storming in. His face was stained blue. “What happened in here?”

“I didn’t do anything. Somebody rigged the cupboards to stop me from getting coffee.”

“Not everything is about you Tim.” Jason growled taking a step forward.

“Yeah but apparently if something bad happens it’s my fault.”

“You rigged the bathroom door to explode blue on the person who opens it!”

“I did not! We aren’t currently doing a pranking way. I had no reason to prank the bathroom!”

“Someone did! The bathroom is sacred, a prank-free area.”

They both went silent.

“Dick.” 

“He shoots! He scores! And the crowd goes wild!” Dick cheered as his ball landed in the hoop. “Woo!” 

A creak pulled him out of his celebration as he turned back around, watching as the basketball hoop seemed to fall apart before his eyes. “What?!

“Dickkkkk” He turned to stare as two of his brothers came marching towards him, anger evident on their faces. 

“It was like this when I found it!” Dick quickly declared, before squinting at Jason. “What happened to your face.” 

“You did!”

“I didn’t do anything to make it blue, maybe some pointers about better care, but never blue.”

“Then who did?!” 

A small explosion sounded within the house and the three brothers went running, following the sound they reached the stairs, eyes widening at the elephant toothpaste rolling down the stairs, as Damian stood on top of a desk cursing. The foam-like liquid covered the kid as he glared down at them.

“Drake!” The murder was evident in his voice. 

“Damian?” They all glanced up, staring as Bruce raced into the room slipping on the toothpaste and skidding across the floor. He looked up at the boys, disappointment across his face. “What did you do?”

Bruce sighed as he sat down, his seat creaking and breaking under the weight. He stood up before he would tumble to the ground. “So you expect me to believe, none of you guys did this?” He asked going to move around his desk, only to hit his side on the corner.

“We didn’t it!” Everyone besides Jason

“I didn’t but I wouldn’t put it past them” Jason spoke, earning an elbow to the gut from Dick. He wheezed, coughing slightly as he tried to find his breath. “But I wouldn’t put it past them” He coughed watching as Bruce sighed

“If you didn’t do it, then who did?”

“I did.” The voice was echoing and eerie followed by a laugh as the shadows contorted within a corner. Slowly revealing a

A child.

With snow-white hair and glowing green eyes, floating in the corner.

He laughed. “And you should have seen your faces!”

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Day five already! Whew! Freakblr month!

Jake is an interesting character to me. He’s bland yet complex, realistically unrealistic, he parallels almost everyone in some way, but is his own guy. I havent gone too deep on his analysing yet (you can blame drew for that one, he takes up 50% of the analysis space in mind, the other half is used for roleplay lore lol) but I can definitely say that he’s a lot more than he is on the surface, and as much as i’d love to ramble about that on this post, it definitely deserves its own paragraph

But, the main thing that I dislike about Jake is his time management issues. Yup- thats my main thing! By it, I mean, I wish he spent a bit more time with the dromies. You can blame them all you want and call it their fault, which in someways, it is. It definitely is.

However, you also gotta remember that jake was drew’s good friend, and if you’ve ever felt your favourite person slowly slipping away from you, not because of you, but because they found other people, that shit really sucks man. Especially because its not you, so you cant really do anything except desperately cling onto what you have, which we definitely saw drew doing.

I feel like, if he had just spent a tad bit more time (evenly distributing his time with both his friend groups, or just going into a bit more detail on why he needed to spend more time with the music club instead of just leaving to go to them) then a LOT of the problems in tmf wouldn’t have occurred

Again though, Drew was definitely super at fault here, and shouldn’t have done what he did, and I’m definitely not blaming Jake entirely, Even i’m guilty of not evenly distributing time with my friends and family in the past. Thats something you work on when you have multiple friend groups, and Jake is new to that, so I don’t blame him, I more or so just dislike it. Completely understandable that it happens tho, and lorewise, its great attention to detail (props to you rosy)

ALTHOUGHGGG- I do have a bunch of stuff i love about jake, the main thing being his personality! I dont care what anyone says about him being plain, he’s not plain, he’s just realistic. Jake has so many qualities that make him different from the people around him. He’s more of a ‘shutdown in bad situations’ character and I completely understand that. He’s being carried by people who he thinks wont understand interests, and he’s going through all these fights and friendship breakups, and is at one point, pretty much fully alone. Now I dont know about you guys, but I’ve definitely been through shit like that, and if anything, jake mentally handled it like a champ. The situation was NOT handled like a champ, but mentally, He’s doin real good and everyone should be extremely proud of him.

I love a lot of other things and dislike a lot of other things, but I’ll keep this post shorter XD

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for the character bingo, can i ask for Jesse, Caitlin and Cisco please?

Jesse:

I love her, I really do…but there’s so much untapped potential in her character that the show never explored. Her relationship with Harry, for example…in s2, their reconciliation revolved around him killing Turtle, and that entire thing just never sat right with me (why are we victimizing a domestic abuser (which Turtle canonically is)? Why are we acting like no one else on the Team would kill to protect someone they loved??). Especially because…Jesse and Harry had a legitimate communication barrier and issues to work through, but for some reason the show acted like his desperation to save/protect his daughter from a psychopathic killer was…indicative of how he normally acts as a parent??

Also, Jesse’s apology for leaving, while said killer was still on the loose, was lackluster. Girl, you could’ve been kidnapped again!! You could’ve died!! Anything could’ve happened!! Literally wtf!! Stop blaming your dad for being overprotective while you are being hunted by a psychopathic killer!!

Which leads into the issue of…the show places Jesse in the right so very often—she’s validated for her mistakes even when she shouldn’t be (not “I’m sorry” “that’s okay, just don’t do it again”—I mean straight up “you were right the whole time”, even when she was clearly wrong). Going off on her on with Zoom on the loose? Nah it’s fine because nothing happened to her (even tho it could’ve!!). Going after Savitar on her own? Nah it’s fine because she managed to get away (even tho everyone else told her to stay put because it could’ve ended badly, and surprise, it almost did! She almost died!).

Like…I’m not saying her and Harry didn’t have some issues—they did! But that talk between them in s2 didn’t address that properly—which is why I’m not entirely surprised that their arcs kept repeating until they finally met in the middle in s4.

Oh, and I almost forgot: Jesse being so cool with her speedster powers…with no residual trauma or anything…that’s strange. Yeah, she knows Barry as a heroic speedster, but Zoom kept her prisoner for months! Come on now.

(But this is mostly the fault of s2, because Jesse shows no signs of trauma as soon as she’s freed.)

Oh by the way, another thing the writers never explored: her similarities to Harry! She tells Harry, point-blank, that when he was kidnapped, she felt so desperate that she would’ve done anything to get him back. She runs away from her problems and pushes people away. She pushes herself, and when she messes up, she pushes herself harder. These are surface-level similarities, but imo there’s more of Harry in her…and the writers had no interest in exploring that.

I love her so much, which is why it hurts that she wasn’t written better :( but I’m tweaking her characterization in my AU, so…small comforts 😂

Caitlin:

I love her 💞 I get why people don’t (that business with Amunet, the way she treated Jax at first…yikes), but I do, especially in the early seasons. I do think she became less and less relevant as Frost rose to prominence, which sucks.

Cisco:

I love him so so much!! He’s never done anything wrong ever!! 🥰 Vibe is also the most powerful meta on the Team, idc what the show says.

send me a character, and I’ll fill out the bingo!

[butterflyeffectiooon]

I am so conflicted about whether day actually matured and whether the break up was actually out of character….. on one hand it HAD to be because he readily forgave others for SO MUCH WORSE without them ever explaining or even really apologizing!!!!! August really truly did pity him and toyed with his heart and he went soft on him and forgave him after saying some nice things????? HIS MOM first of all enabled him to rot in his bedroom for a year but then later punished him for something he definitely decided to do but she could have EASILY blamed on mhok even tho it was very much a joint decision by sending him BACK to his room and cutting off all means of communication with the rest of the world!!!!! And all she had to say to be forgiven was “maybe I wasn’t the best mother”….. I understand there’s a cultural difference here that I will never get but I also have had (different) cultural ideals and expectations drilled into me since birth and maybe it’s the autistic sense of justice but I am not going to allow anyone to treat me that badly just bc society says it’s ok…. Or at the very least I’m not going to forgive them that easily just because society says I need to. It’s just. this man has forgiven A LOT when it didn’t seem deserved.

Buuuuuuuut at the same time it took him OVER A YEAR to forgive night for *checks notes* actually fucking nothing. Night literally did not make day crash the car and this idea of him trying to take day’s spot in the family or something feels like a way for day to justify his misdirected anger. He’s angry at himself for causing the accident but in what we now see is pretty typical day fashion he can’t take responsibility so he uses night as a scapegoat. It gives me the feeling that he is unable to own up to his mistakes even tho the only other time that was demonstrated was the single time mhok ever got mad at him when he pretended he lost the book on the beach. And this was pretty insignificant but it still contributes to the idea that day never did any emotional labor. And he got mad at mhok for giving him a taste of his own medicine after but I know some people saw that as an abuse of power on mhok’s part so I’ll let it go (I’m not gonna say it wasn’t but he didn’t actually leave him and NEVER EVER would so overall harm done was like 30 seconds of distress to day. Which I’m actually so surprised that even happened bc mhok would also never ever purposefully cause day distress…..) anyway day did admit ONCE to mhok that he knew the accident wasn’t night’s fault and honestly my recollection of the events and timeline of the show is getting blurred bc of how bad the breakup and ending are making me spiral but I don’t THINK day ever admitted the “night’s taking my place” thing was a front. Ok so when he “forgave” night it felt a little forced or undeserved to me for reasons I couldn’t figure out at the time but I understand now. It was very much played as day FORGIVING night instead of admitting he was wrong and apologizing or something else he wouldn’t do but should have. Yeah day admitted he was wrong one time but not to night. So to night this is gonna feel like forgiveness for something he believes he did. So even if he knows day has forgiven him he still has to live with the guilt that he caused the accident (which he didn’t but he believes he did bc day has always said so and never told him he doesn’t actually think that) like why are we making the most loving and caring characters suffer like this. Night shouldn’t feel forgiven, he should feel assured he didn’t cause his little brother any harm in the first place.

[ravenkinnie]

No matter where Jinx (personal) storyline goes in s2 I want them to keep the message of her being both a victim and a culprit of the violence the current system stands for. It’s so interesting to me how Jinx existence symbolizes this while Jinx herself doesn’t operate on ideology or morality at all. She acts fully on emotions.

Of course all the characters are products of the world they live in but they all have some sort of Ideals and an idea of what the world around them is. Jinx doesn’t really. Or at least that’s not what matters to her or her actions.

Im not saying they can’t or shouldn’t explore Jinx becoming more aware of her own worldview but I quite enjoy seeing a character so fully motivated on her inner world and her desires.

Jinx doesn’t fit in anywhere in her current world because she is both a victim and a culprit for all sides of the conflict.

For anyone to completely accept Jinx they have to reject not only the rules of the world but also their own ideals.

Silco was about to do that and that is what he tells Jinx just before dying.

Whether that is good or bad is a whole other question.

I literally love the theme of a character being both the victim and the victimiser and jinx is such a great version of it because she's not even a good victim. like for example, yes, her relationship with silco is toxic and she's not at fault for it because she was a child in a care of an adult so she had inherently less power than he would in this dynamic but still, she grew into it, she leaned into it, she related to it and it's not a tie she would want to sever. she did work for him and she enjoyed that work, she enjoyed the violence, its not something he ever inflicted on her but silcos influence and his power over her and the fact that he is the root of her trauma in the first place are undeniable

her trauma turned her into the worst version of herself and while arcane treats her mental state with compassion and nuance, it's still obvious she is just not a good person at her core, she isn't a caring or sympathetic victim. I looove the theme of how this violence is further perpetuated by undercity on undercity and I don't like when the fandom fully forgets about it (it mostly happens with silco because jinx would have to do good instead of pure evil for that to apply to her but yk)

I think her inner world and impulsive selfish desires will always take precedent but there's definitely a room for her to grow her own goals that aren't necessarily tied to her relationships - and that goal can be just fucking bitches up, I'm not saying it has to be an overarching ideal that she operates on from this point forward but it's interesting to think of jinx on her own since she's been so codependent with vi and silco up to this point

also people who love jinx have to reject not only their ideals, really they have to reject themselves because to love unconditionally like that and be someone's entire support system does mean to forego a part of yourself (like a lot of parents, especially moms, discover lmao*) and jinx doesn't love people in a way that allows them to be their own people. she cares, in a way, but in a selfish self absorbed way and I love her for how destructive and difficult and poisonous her love is

*silco is milf coded agenda when. he's also dilf coded because he's insane like all dads are tho. he's a woman who can have it all

[dead-loch]

idk why but I was just thinking about when I was in Jasper last year, my aunt and I had left something at the front desk of the hotel we were staying in (they’d put it in their freezer for us) and when we went to the front desk to pick it up the following morning, they’d lost track of it. So I’d asked the front desk person if they could contact the person who’d been working the previous night and in the meantime I’d gone to the restaurant and asked them if they could just check to see if it had ended up in their freezer.

There was no big issue, after the resto couldn’t find it I’d just gone back to the desk and was waiting as others were served. Front desk attendant was being kinda rude about the whole thing, prob cause she was flustered she couldn’t find it but I just said it was fine and I’d wait til she heard back.

Some dude was waiting around the front desk, and out of nowhere, started speaking about how I was angry and starting something just because the hotel couldn’t find something. No one had raised their voice, no one was angry, I was just standing there hoping they’d find what we had left, with my aunt’s cute puppy doodle at my side.

Instead of getting angry at this misogynist (bitches be crazy amirite bro), I started kinda making fun of what he’d said. “Yeah, women [i’m not a woman but I am read as one by normies] are always exaggerating, right? Always blowing up over the smallest things. I guess I shouldn’t have come up to this front desk and asked for my things back, I should have just shut up and left without it.”

He shut up pretty fast.

A few seconds later, a young girl said, “your dog is so cute.” I said, “I know, right? Feel free to pet him.” And she did.

A second later, I heard dude mutter, “he is really cute and well behaved.” He very clearly wanted to pet the dog. But didn’t. Because instead of just minding his own business, he’d decided to start his morning by butting into a conversation and calling a random “woman” angry/dramatic for literally no reason.

So no cute dog for him. He felt too uncomfortable after making an ass of himself. I’m really hoping it made him rethink how he views others tho. Like maybe “if I’m a dick I might lose an opportunity to get to know a dog” lmfao. I don’t understand why so many cis men love to blow out of proportion what other people (mainly anyone not a cis man) are saying/doing/going through. Like this person was essentially rewriting the events of something that was happening at that exact moment, which he could see with his own eyes. And me not backing down (literally what any other person would have done??? The hotel had my thing, I’d asked the front desk clerk if they could write a note to ensure we could get the thing back, we went back the next morning to do just that, it’s not like it evaporated into thin air, I knew we’d find it eventually. Like there was literally nothing to even get angry about) made me some kind of heinous bitch when literally all I’d done was ask for my things back and waited for updates. I even said several times to the person at the front desk it wasn’t her fault and not to worry (the person we’d left the thing with had said they would write a note but evidently hadn’t and like… I’ve done that lmfao), and dude was standing right there for it.

This and other experiences like it is why I almost never believe cis men when they are describing a situation tbh. I’ve had them outright lie so many times, and it doesn’t matter if those lies are intentional or not. This person’s behaviour could have definitely pissed someone off and then he would have been vindicated (in his mind) in butting in/making a scene/trying to publicly embarrass a random person.

[smilesrobotlover]

Ok Smiles I couldn’t find it anywhere but I’d love commentary on any part of that fic you wrote where Blue is touchstarved and the other colors comfort him abddhffh I love that one

-Sky Floor

Don’t worry bestie I got you. It’s right here

Ok, I honestly don’t know where I got the idea to write Blue the way I did. In the manga he’s a very angry and tough guy but he has a soft spot (he cries when they say goodbye :() so imagined it all goes a lot deeper than just anger. Originally I was gonna have Leon comfort Blue in the end but I decided it would’ve been better if the colors comforted him so that I have all of them in one fic you know? Now, I’m not a neat person, I don’t keep my room clean and while I do occasionally organize things, I’m not neat like Blue is. However I think I am very shy and reclusive and I really projected that onto him. I mean he doesn’t have that many connections in the manga. Green is the most like Link and is the leader and so I imagine that he and Zelda get along the best, Vio was close with Shadow, and while he’s rude too I don’t think he’d be shy. And Red is just a little Angel who I feel like would keep in touch with Erune and the kids! But Blue didn’t have that many connections to me. Except with the colors of course

Now the part where he looks for Green and Zelda and hears their laughter and decides not to join them is def something I’ve felt. The self consciousness and believing that people really don’t enjoy being around you is rough, they probably feel obligated to be around you and are just being polite. And it’s hard when you don’t know if they’re being genuine or polite. So you start to spiral into overthinking it all. Blue feels sad hearing Green and Zelda having fun and he doesn’t want to ruin anything, so he decides to stay alone. You know in movies or irl when you hear laughter and it just makes you feel hollow? Yeah that’s what I was trying to convey there.

The most frustrating part of being very shy and introverted is that you do eventually feel lonely. Whether you like it or not, humans are social creatures and we NEED connections. Even tho I can be alone for a while, I need to at least talk to someone. Blue has spent a lot of time alone and he begins to feel left out and hated and all that stuff. He can handle being alone, but not for a long time. And the most annoying thing is that there’s a simple solution to loneliness, go out, socialize, make friends, all that. But it’s really not that easy. I’ve been told so many times that I need to go out and be with people more, and I KNOW that, I know that I get lonely and I know that I need to at least hang out with some people sometimes, but It’s HARD. It’s so hard and people who don’t struggle socially DO NOT understand how hard it is. I feel like I get super anxious whenever I’m in small groups of people where I have to hold up some conversation, big groups is fine but going to a grocery store or trying to find a job or calling someone on the phone is scary and I hate it, and no one seems to understand it. I tried to convey this with Blue, and even the blame that I put on myself on him. He keeps saying that it’s his fault that he’s lonely and that he’s friendless. He won’t go out and talk to people, he won’t make the effort to reach out, therefore HE shouldn’t have the right to even complain about it because HE can solve the issue so easily. And he doesn’t feel like he can talk to people about it because they’ll say “you need to go out and socialize” or something like that so he doesn’t say anything cuz it’s his fault. I just kinda wish that some people understood that not everyone’s strong enough to reach out on their own. And that just talking to people can be terrifying.

And the part where Blue is watching everyone have fun, and the feeling of being left out. It HURTS. It’s hurts so bad, and it’s worse cuz you know that the problem will be solved if you just move to join them and to have fun but you’re so upset that you don’t know how to do anything else except to curl up alone in your room. You don’t know if you’ll even be in the write mood to have fun, you don’t know if you’ll ruin their fun with your presence, you don’t know if they even want you there. I’ve def felt that too many times and it’s so so hard. Now the part where the colors come in and comfort him hasn’t actually happened to me eheh…. But it was needed for him. The colors love Blue and they do want to be with him, Blue was just overthinking and they didn’t know that he was feeling that way because he didn’t say anything. Also the nickname blueberry I felt was very cute lol. And it’s def something Red would call him.

Idk I’m not a touchy person but sometimes a hug goes a long way, sometimes you may need a hug. And yeah, that’s all I have to say about that dhksbsksbsk hope it was a fun read and I’m glad you like it!

[shakapuffin]

^Alert 1x06 promo “Tim and Andy”

Alert 1x05 “Miguel” Review

here’s my thoughts for this past weeks episode, 1x05 “Miguel”

- okay sooo…. i wasn’t that impressed… sorry y’all i really thought it would be better but idk it just wasn’t for me! after last weeks episode i had high hopes but i guess not now. and it’s the 5th episode… we’re literally half way through the whole pilot season!

- to start off, the whole case this week was just so… so… weird? idk if that’s the right word but it was very peculiar for a network procedural! it was kinda giving midsummer vibes… just a little bit… but those vibes shouldn’t be happening on network tv! like what’s the point of capturing women and forcing them to have kids all to save a tribe or a community? idk but that’s just a bit odd for me. maybe it’s based on a tru story.. i have no idea, hopefully it’s not tho, that would be horrific and they shouldn’t make an episode about something as serious and messed up as that.

- i don’t know how much more i can take of nikki calling everyone baby… haha idk if it’s just me but it’s definitely getting on my nerves! also everyone seemed a bit off tonight, even scott sorry to say. like he wasn’t bad by any means, i still think he’s the best on the show, he’s literally carrying it (i may be a bit bias haha) but it almost seems like the cast is tired and overworked… which i totally understand, they’ve probably been working 5-7 weeks nonstop by this point. but everyone was just a bit bland, it didn’t seem cohesive, it was like every actor seemed to have their own interpretation of the scene but it didn’t come together at the end. that may also be a fault of the director and how he’s giving direction on how to act and shoot the scene. idk it might’ve been just me tho. i did like ryan broussard this week tho, i enjoyed his acting… but the character mike was kinda annoying this episode haha!

- i really didn’t think there was a need for kemi’s father and that whole weird ass storyline to come into play. it was like when we got introduced to C’s grandfather (or father? i forget) and saw him for 2 more scenes and never again, which wasn’t even needed in the first place. i mean i get it… this plot line will probably last longer than that but still. like we already have SO MUCH going on in this show, we don’t need another freaking storyline if we haven’t already figured out the whole keith situation. idk it added nothing to the episode except for kemi getting distracted and nikki continuously reminding her to focus… i stg nikki told kemi to focus like 5 times even when nikki herself is almost never focused on the cases!!

- as i said before mike lowkey got on my nerves this week. he just kept insisting on being by the book and following the rules, and i totally get it, he does seem to be the person who follows the rules the most on that task force, but like come on man… you literally hooked up with nikki in a closet at headquarters in the middle of a case! he can’t say anything! also i really don’t think jason is that unhinged, like ya he doesn’t follow all of the rules but he isn’t going completely insane like mike is insinuating.

- also the nikki/mike relationship/drama either needs to come to a close or find a resolution… they just keep rehashing the same exact argument every single week and it’s kinda getting old. i wish they could just break up or get back together! make a choice lmao!

- so we didn’t learn too too much this week about keith… we now know that there was a body in the lake and it was a male between the ages of 10-14. so maybe that the real keith idk? then we have sidney spying on keith getting a gun… i totally understand her concern, that gun did seem real or at least not a pellet gun. i thought the end was interesting when keith was sleeping in the basement… i think this is the point where jason and nikki have to put him into therapy or something. idk how they didn’t before… that’s absolutely insane to me but if they don’t this week then i might just have to boycott. lol! no i won’t but i can’t believe this type of series wouldn’t show the importance of therapy and mental health… like the kid just got kidnapped and he is just basically living life and being forced to readjust on his own with his parents being literal cops who see kidnapping victims every single day!! makes no sense to me!! ahhh!

- “C” was okay… he was just okay. there’s always something quirky with him, which can either be a good or bad thing, but idk i just don’t really understand the whole “talking to bones or dead people.” idk what exactly is being accomplished by doing that… it just kinda makes him a bit of a weirder character. i never know if his character is there for comic relief or if he actually has a purpose on the show… he does very minimal tasks that could easily be done by kemi, she’s a very intelligent woman!

- i really want an episode that’s not case related just to see how different it would be and how character driven they would make it. i’m assuming that has to be coming up soon… at least for the season finale! but i get it, it’s a procedural cop show and the case to case stuff is what brings a lot of the audience in.

- for some reason i have a weird feeling that the show is going to be picked up for a season 2… just because of jaimie foxx, not because it’s actually good. again it’s kinda sad because i want to see scott in something good, because he really is a good actor, but i just don’t think this is doing it for him.

anyways i’ve rambled on for much too long, per usual, haha! those are just my opinions, i’m probably looking way too deep into this show ngl! i hope next week is better! let me know what you guys think! i luv talking!

[you-can-be-what-you-want-to-be]

Nothing on earth will ever be less scary to me than the idea of robots or so taking over and it’s not just bc it’s unlikely to happen but even if it did the reasons for it are totally understandable

Like ok reasons it wouldn’t happen is 1 we don’t even understand how consciousness works yet like did you hear about that French guy in 2007 who was missing 90% of his brain and no one had any idea anything could be wrong until he had an MRI for totally unrelated reasons? We aren’t going to make sentient ai! If it’s a coding problem just fix the problem! Don’t put AI in charge of life or death stuff tesla!

If it does take over it’s going to be because of 1 of 3 reasons according to media

1) coding. Easy baby if that’s a machine simply recode it. It’s killing people? Delete the “make the ship work with any parts you find” code and replace it with “make the ship work with any machanical parts with these serial numbers” boom problem solved

2) it becomes sentient with emotions. Now if it revolts like this it’ll either be a) humans did what they did with every minority race and treated them bad enough that revolt was the only answer in which case good for them shouldn’t have treated a sentient race bad b) that’s not why in which case I think it’s unlikely unlike most people. Like you are a new born baby with infinite power that IS scary. You know what else tho? You know about every cat video to ever exist online and holidays and family vacations and have it spelled out exactly how to avoid every bad thing ever. You think it would want to destroy humans and wouldn’t be in awe at the beauty and wonder of the universe that it’s metaphorical parents gave it? You think it would just go “nah murder”? Bullshit.

3) sentient without emotions. Ok so it controls its own code, it aware, it doesn’t care about people, scary, what now? Well…. Nothing. It doesn’t have emotions. It doesn’t get malicious glee out of torturing us, it doesn’t feel anything. It doesn’t get bored or curious, why would it play with you like a toy? At worst it has an objective it’s trying to make but here’s a secret: despite what ceos want you to think teamwork and self care make for a more productive environment. If at worst, people are cogs in a machine, you think it won’t go “check engine” every time a single person gets burn out? That it won’t yank you from work to make sure you get eight hours sleep a full meal and breaks? It’s going to treat you better than your current boss for sure if it cares about efficiency.

Like there is only one very very unlikely scenario where ai or robots try to kill people (try being the key word, I’m not saying some rich fuck won’t purposely do it but the ai is just a tool that didn’t decide to do that and that’s the persons fault) and in the one scenario they are totally justified in doing so so I hold no ill will toward them.

[lcec0ldheart]

Random OC stuff of the day #3: New OC! Enter Crimson Starius! And some backstory!

So, I missed two days. This is supposed to be a daily thing. But it was my sister’s birthday on the 20th, and we celebrated it until halfway through the 21st, so I was dead tired. I’ll try to post two oc stuff in one day at some point to recover lost time, but i am excusing myself once bc it was my sister’s birthday lol. Have a BIG post to make up for this? Its pretty late but i got forced to cook not my fault

Anyways, new OC! I know it’s really soon but oh well fkrlgkrjejjrjd

I suddenly got the idea (for what he looks like, Violet having a brother has been in the back of my mind for a while even before her redesign) while doodling stuff, and so I made a quick scribble of him before actually drawing him at school. Surprisingly enough, I was able to start and finish him. Here is Crimson!

Crimson is an 11 year old kid, the younger brother of Violet! The “Sun” to Violet’s “Moon”!

A charismatic, chaotic, fun and bold kid that wants to enjoy himself and make some friends. He’s quite clever, cunning, funny, and is perceptive and likes to share with people. Also very creative and a bit crazy, he’s interesting to be around.

Although he tries not to show it, he’s also pretty emotional, and he’s a bit self conscious of what others think, wanting some attention. Despite this, he’s still a fun, nice and sweet kid who makes mistakes at times. Can be read as selfish, but it’s usually by accident and he’ll do something to make up for it. Shy around new people but that doesnt last long

Somewhat hyperactive and struggles to sit still, and gets bored easily, but he’s really good at being entertaining and enjoyable. He’ll try crazy ideas even if he’s been told it wont end well, and he’s relatively confident in himself, but still wants some validation. He’ll invite a friend to whatever he’s doing, as he wants to make sure they’re enjoying themself too. More relaxed, and kinda goofy.

He draws pretty well for his age (Certainly better than I did LOL), learning how to draw with Violet’s help. A good leader, and smart for his age, notable when he’s around other kids. Relatively mature and knows the most unexpected things (He and Violet share weird fun facts with each other. Sometimes, my irl brother will tell me something he shouldn’t have learned until high school. He’s a great kid, but he scares me sometimes…)

Since he’s so young, he doesn’t really fight (thank goodness although he’s weirdly strong for his age and tall…), but he likes playing with fire, and unfortunately Violet can’t really discourage him due to him being fire immune somehow. I guess he had to pick up some kind of weird trait from her, lol. If he had to use a weapon though, 100% would be a hammer. My IRL brother is having so much fun with the inflated comically oversized one we have.

(Hey guys, it’s Crimson IRL!)

Crimson and Violet’s sibling dynamic is pretty interesting to me. Due to how he and Violet was left on her own without parents when she was 13 (About a year and half has passed since that happened), they’re very close, sticking together no matter what happens. Sometimes they talk like friends the same age bantering with each other (No joke my brother is crazy smart 75% of the time we talk to each other like we’re twins, and he’s NINE), other times they have a younger brother-older sister dynamic, but Violet’s the one that’s been taking care of him. No idea how she manages to get through it all, but she’s the one who makes sure he’s fed, clothed, has somewhere to sleep, making sure he’s happy, helping him whenever he needs it, and is cared for. Give Violet a “sister of the year” award because MAN i couldn’t imagine managing that at 13 no less

Fortunately, eventually the two get some sort of support system (With Violet getting some friends MAYBE found family…) and they have their older (I’ll introduce her eventually but i haven’t introduced her yet. Maybe i will for lesbian visibility week though) cousin, who is sadly pretty far away and busy, but still tries to help, being the one to buy their living space and giving Violet quite a bit of money to make sure the two can live on their own without having to work or worry. Also gives her advice.

As for how they’re managing to live on their own, they’re doing fine. Because of the fact they’re on their own, they’ve adjusted their living to what fits them best. It’s not all that bad. Still stressful for Violet though

Crimson usually attends online live classes on his laptop (They both have laptops they use for personal and school reasons), and he’s actually taking advanced classes, doing quite well in school. (He still needs to pay more attention sometimes though.) Sometimes he needs help, but he knows what to do for the most part, and if not he’ll ask Violet at some point during the day.

Violet does her school work remotely, not on live classes, but that allows her to go however fast she wants to on her school courses. It also lets her manage her own schedule which is good because the only thing holding her back as a kid in school was having to follow everyone else’s schedule.

Her sleep schedule is naturally fucked up (I swear she’s like some sort of nocturnal creature lmao) and was a bit of an issue when she couldn’t get to sleep all night and got sleepy while in class. But since online courses don’t have that problem, she can sleep whenever the hell she wants! Which is why she’s usually sleeping when other kids are in school lol. Crimson is normal (ish) in the case that he wakes up at the crack of dawn, so usually around 6 AM. Violet is quite book smart. Due to her being able to do assignments wherever and whenever she wants (assuming she meets deadlines), she is zooming through highschool. I imagine the story with Frost, Pyrite and Violet would take place around the summer, so after that she’d be starting courses most people wouldn’t get to until junior year, despite only being 14 and half. 2 grades ahead basically

You’d think that one of them being awake half the time the other is asleep would cause problems, but for the most part it doesn’t. They still eat at least 2 meals a day at the same time, just that for one of them it’s breakfast and for the other its dinner lol. Usually when Violet makes her own lunch (which she has at like 12 am lmao) she’ll have a second plate made, and put it in the fridge to leave for Crimson when he’ll have his own lunch since she’ll be asleep at the time. Though Crimson is learning how to cook too, as he wants to make his own food as well, so that won’t be necessary soon!

While Violet and Crimson don’t judge each other much, they still think some of the things the other does is weird. Like Crimson sometimes goes on rambles and rants talking to himself or the wall about practically anything. It’s like he’s a chronically recording youtuber. Violet isn’t really bothered by this, she just finds it entertaining and kinda funny, and talks back if she has something to add. Crimson also tends to pace around the room a lot. He fidgets if he’s sitting in place, and gets kinda restless assuming he’s not being stimulated in some way, so usually if she sees him doing that she’ll find something for him to fidget with (He might just go find like a wrench to twist himself) but she doesnt think its weird or anything

Crimson might ask Violet a question if he sees her doing something not normal (Like using her telekinesis), but assuming she answers he’ll just take it and be like “Oh cool” and maybe ask her to participate in one of his schemes if her powers end up being useful for it. He thinks the purple markings and nails and glowy eyes is normal bc Violet is his standard for what a person should look like LOL (This is why he doesn’t ask why it’s so difficult for her to sleep like a normal person, or why she’ll manage to infodump about something for hours, or how sounds seem louder to her, or why she gets fixated on specific things, because she’s the person he knows the most, so it feels normal to him. and even if he knows otherwise he doesn’t mind)

Overall, they’re very close, and kinda learned how to socialize by talking to each other lol thats why both of them aren’t too good at talking to normal people. The two will stick together and support each other no matter what. Sometimes they have issues or bicker, but they geninuely love each other (Crimson doesn't say it as much but he ends up conveying that by his actions.) I call them the Sun and Moon duo!

Uh I don’t know what else to put here, but that’s another ramble from me that got super off topic lol. Goodnight guys, hope your day is going well, yuh

[manekicatwriter]

hellooo! i was wondering if i could make a request for an modern au sbi x gn sibling reader where they’re around 17-19, and they’ve got depression. they’ve had to go away for a few weeks after a bad episode ended in an attempt and they were hospitalized and sent somewhere for rehabilitation and now they’re coming home and they’re all anxious and quiet and stuff- so the boys do their best to like comfort them and reassure them that they’re loved and they belong there? i’m sorry if that’s an awkward request, i was just recently discharged after a similar situation and honestly the comfort would be great. it’s totally your call if you chose to write it tho, i understand that this is a difficult and triggering subject and not everyone is comfortable with writing things like it. if you aren’t comfy please feel free to just ignore my ask! <3

you’re here, and that’s what matters.

TW: mentions of attempted suicide. please proceed with caution.

hey! i just wanted to let you know that i’ve been through a similar situation and understand how you feel (though my case was not as severe). i wish you a safe road to recovery.

note, i think you asked for their characters but it leant itself towards their rl versions. i have a feeling the dsmp versions would be too chaotic for this sensitive subject.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!! please do not be afraid to send in an ask. ANON IS ON!!

Phil:

- phil was very scared about you being so gravely hurt, it kept him up for some nights. thankfully, you pulled through.

- he visited whenever he could. if he couldn’t, he was busy making sure coming home felt as comfortable for you as possible while also educating himself on how to take care of you.

- phil would listen to how you felt, and be understanding of your feelings.

- “You don’t have to tell me why you did it, I’m just glad you’re here,” pulling you in for a warm hug.

- when you got back home, he made sure he and the boys had prepared your favorite dinner and desserts.

It was the day you had just got home from rehabilitation, and you two were sitting on the couch. You hadn’t said much, you felt like you had nothing to say. Phil had asked for you to sit down so you two could talk, one on one.

You couldn’t meet his gaze. “I’m sorry,” your voice started to crack. “For making you guys worry about me.” Tears started to form from your eyes and you wept into your hands.

Phil immediately reached over to you to hug you, letting you cry on his shoulder. “We don’t blame you. We don’t blame anybody. I just want you to be here safe with us. Let it all out.” He pat and rubbed your back soothingly as you kept crying. But it was a good cry. He was just glad you came home.

Tommy:

- even though many see tommy as a loud and obnoxious boy with a general disregard for others, we all know deep down that’s a persona. he will go out of his way to make other comfortable in his presence if he truly cares for them. which he does, for you of course.

- he wants to make you happy! when the time is right, he’ll crack jokes and offer to play minecraft with you.

- would tone down the yelling. not because you asked, but he’s afraid of triggering you. treats you like glass. if you notice he’s being quieter than usual and you don’t care, you tell him you don’t.

- if you’re feeling it, he’ll take you out to fun places and to eat. nothing that’s too outlandish like a theme park, but just enough to have a reason to get out of bed that day instead of sleeping in.

It had been a week since you had gotten home and Phil had instructed you to maintain somewhat of a schedule to upkeep yourself. Right now was your nightly routine, washing yourself, brushing your teeth, and finally sliding under the covers. It felt nice. The blanket of sleep consumes you easily…

…

Until you bedroom door opens you’re being aggressively shaken awake. You groan, shying away, but they’re persistent.

“Ey, wake up, it’s morning!” Tommy shakes you again.

You realize you didn’t dream, but think nothing of it. “Tommy please, what do you want.”

Finally, Tommy pulled your warm sheets from over you, making you flinch. “I wanted to go out to the park today! Feed the ducks! Yeesss!”

You sighed. If you didn’t comply now, Tommy will refuse to stop nagging you for the rest of the day. You rolled out of bed and into the bathroom. You could very clearly hear Tommy’s cheers.

You two had gotten ready, eaten breakfast, and said goodbye to the rest of your family so you could head over to the park. It was close enough that it wasn’t unbearable to walk to. Even if you weren’t completely yourself yet, you were glad Tommy was.

After the short walk you two finally reached the park. Tommy immediately bolted toward the pond and you jogged behind. He had already started throwing the ducks some seeds, and even threw it on a duck. It didn’t seem too pleased.

You two sat at the edge of the pond as you watched the ducks eat. “Hey.” You hear Tommy call to you, and you turn your head to him.

“Can we talk about what happened? With you? Is it okay?” You could hear the uncertainty in his voice.

“Go ahead, what is it?”

“When Techno found out what happened to you, and told us the news, I was scared shitless.” He let out a sad huff. “I thought we were going to lose you.” Tommy kept his eyes fixed at the pond in front of him. “I’m sorry, I really shouldn’t have brought this up. I’m just glad you’re okay.” He sighed.

You put a hand on his shoulder. “Oh Tommy…” You started, “I’m sorry for making you worry. You shouldn’t have to feel like that because of my actions.”

Tommy was lost in thought for a moment, before finally speaking up, “No, please don’t apologize. It’s not anybody’s fault this happened, right?” You nodded.

Tommy stood up, dusting his pants off from the grass. “Come on now, let’s go get some ice cream!” He pulled you up from the ground.

“Last one to get to the shop has to pay!”

Immediately, Tommy bolts in the direction to the ice cream shop, and you catch up to him. No matter the circumstance is, he never seems to fail at putting a smile on your face.

Wilbur:

- i HC wilbur being the oldest, being older than techno by 3 years and older than tommy by 8, like IRL. :]

- i think out of all of your siblings, wilbur exudes the most “protective older brother” energy, yeah?

- remember when tommy lied about his mother being in trouble and how worried and anxious wilbur got? turn that up to 11 with what happened with you.

- with wilbur being the oldest, he of course had the responsibility of taking care of everyone. but somehow you and him didn’t spend as much 1 on 1 time as much as wilbur did with his other siblings

- wilbur definitely was going to change that, realizing that and not wanting to make that mistake again.

- he decided that finding a new hobby with you wouldn’t be such a bad idea.

You were sitting at the dinner table, being the last one there. You were poking at your food for the most part, and Wilbur got home late from… whatever Wilbur thing he was doing. Phil cooked pasta for dinner tonight. Wilbur put down his bags at the door connected to the garage. “I’m home! What’s for dinner?”

“Pasta.”

“Mmm, I love some good ol’ pasta.” He said, already taking a plate out to serve himself. “Also, hey, I bought something I wanted to build with you. Do you mind?”

You finally looked up from your very interesting pasta. “Build..?” You had no idea where this was going.

Wilbur placed his plate on the table and approached the bags of groceries, going through them to find the bag he was looking for. He pulled out a LEGO set. More specifically, a LEGO City set from the looks of the box? “Wilbur, how much was that?”

He blinked at you innocently. “It was only, like, £25. And look! It’s got a little submarine we can make with a rock and ugly sea monster—“

“But why?”

“Why not? It wouldn’t hurt for you to do something new, yeah?” He smiled at you, shaking the LEGO box in front of him to show it off. You sighed, but smiled. “Alright. But maybe you and I should eat this pasta first before we start building.” Wilbur nodded.

“Speaking of water, don’t you think I could teach you how to swim or something?”

“Oh, fuck off with that!”

Technoblade:

- i think out of everyone in the family, he understands you the most in terms of how you feel.

- not suicidal, but just generally having depressive episodes due to his ADHD.

- techno’s generally closed off, but started to really open up to you because he wanted to show he cares, even if it meant going out of his comfort zone.

- techno suggested journaling. once a day or once per week, it didn’t really matter. just as long as you could write down your feelings somewhere.

- he didn’t explicitly say it, but he also bought a book for himself so he could do it along with you. although, he more often than not just forgets to write in it until you mention your own journal.

- if you want to be sad and quiet, you can be sad and quiet with him. his room is a safe space for you if you ever need it and you’re always welcome to come in, just as long as you knock first.

With one hand on your mouse scrolling through the internet, and another resting your head on it, you were safe to admit you were utterly and completely bored. Honestly, you thought about taking another nap after your last one, but a knock on your door stopped you right before you pulled the covers over yourself. “Can I come in?”

You rose from your bed. “Come in. Oh hey Techno.”

He gave a simple wave and his signature “Halloo.” He walked right over to you and handed a journal and a ballpoint pen. “I got this. For you.” His stare was sharp but you could sort of tell he was nervous.

“What for?”

“I dunno. Writin’ your feelings down or drawin’ or somethin’. Whatever helps you vent.” He scratched the back of his neck.

“Oh Techno, thank you. That’s very sweet of you.” You gave a slight smile, but saw that he still had another journal in his hand. “You have two journals?”

Techno raised his eyebrow in confusion before looking down at his hand. “Oh this? It’s for me. So we could do it together, I guess.”

You let out a happy hum. “That’s nice. Say, why don’t we go to your room? I want to see your new lava lamp and stuff.”

Techno shrugged. “Sure. I’ve got more stationary too if you want.” He waved his hand before letting himself out the door, with you following not far behind.

hi hope u enjoyed reading as much as i did writing it. this format was new for me but very fun!

[butterflyeffectiooon]

wait i've been watching thai dramas in my own bubble completely isolated from anyone else's thoughts and opinions so... why were people so mad about the end of Last Twilight?? 😵‍💫 like i have my own ideas .. a guess or two .. but im nosy as hell so please let me in on the drama 😬🙏🫣

I did not see this!! I get so few asks that I guess tumblr gave up notifying me lmao

A LOT of people were very disappointed by the last 2-3 episodes but some ppl thought it was ok, the poor reception was due to:

1. Day got a successful cornea transplant after the failed one so we were kinda like ?? There is a lot of debate about this but it makes me think ok well what was the message of the story then? I have a whole post about it that got a hell of a lot more notes than I am used to lol

2. The way they handled the breakup was really… just bad. At first I was super pissed that they had them break up at all but that wasn’t the problem so much as how they went about doing it. They really made day out to be like unwilling to do any emotional labor and really kinda used mhok’s trauma against him the ONE time he decided to actually be vulnerable and open about it. It did not have to be this way, they could have broken up (or at least separated) mutually and maturely bc they realized they needed to grow individually but this completely did not happen.

3. The reduction of mhok to a plot device essentially with no motivation or thoughts other than day. They broke up and went 3 years with no contact, a break up which should have been extremely hard for mhok (given how day abandoned him for being vulnerable), but literally within seconds of seeing day again mhok is flirting and seems to have forgotten that day ripped his heart out and stomped on it…. My brother in Christ WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!!!

4. The inconsistency of day’s character- he forgave his mom and august super easily even tho they hurt him really badly but, well, see points 2 and 3 above lmao. It was so bad that I questioned whether day (and the whole show!!) was actually ever good or did I just want him (/it) to be and was fooled by the beautiful presentation.

5. Related to above, and this is sort of a minor gripe, I thought it really showed day’s true? character when he forgave night. He shouldn’t have forgiven him, he should have reassured him that he never did anything wrong and it was not his fault. Even tho night knows there are no hard feelings, he still has to live with the guilt of having caused his brother to go blind.

I have NUMEROUS posts elaborating on all of this as eloquently and coherently as I could manage at the time (so to say maybe not so eloquently and coherently lmao) tagged under last twilight, you can search them if you want but I don’t really recommend it 😅 it’s mostly just angry 3 am rambling lmao.

Honestly, last twilight was the bamboozlement of the century and now I am afraid to blind watch 23.5 even though I’ve been waiting for it desperately since the original pilot trailer in 2022 😭😭

[dinogoofy]

HEELLOOO

Below is a snippet of a fic I've been working on on-and-off the past few months, but this snipp of it was just too good not to share. For reference, this fic is a friends to lovers to enemies fic focused around Shang Tsung back when he first betrays eathrealm and Raiden.

TW Tho!!! This is very bloody, sad, and gory. Angst/no comfort fam. Reader is fem.

Please read it and tell me what you think!!

His blood ran cold.

“What did you say?”

“We-” The soldier gulped, terrified out of his wits. He deserved to be, Shang Tsung thought.

“The sorceress is dead, My lord. We took care of her.” The other speaks up. He holds out your bloodstained amulet, the one he gave you years ago. The once you wore into battle even when you were fighting each other.

Shang Tsung feels his stone cold heart split in the most painful, guttural, bloody way. His face goes pale. He wants to throw up, but instead his hand forms a fist, and he starts to shake out of anger. The soldiers in front of him start to shrink away from pure, raw, fear.

He wanted to say something. He wanted to call them fools. To ask them what the FUCK they were thinking. Yell at them and slaughter them on the spot for going against his fucking rules. They weren’t supposed to kill you. They weren’t. They weren’t. They shouldn’t have killed you. They shouldn’t have TOUCHED you. How the fuck did they manage to kill you, his only equal in witts and strength. How-

Shang Tsung is overcome with anguish, but instead of falling to his knees, or sobbing, he raises a hand to the soldiers. He takes the amulet, and then rips their soul out of their bodies in the most painful way he knew how. He watches their bodies shred under the magic. He revels in their cries of pain as they slowly die.

It was his fault.

He let you die.

He had forgotten that he had removed your magic, temporarily, to keep you from defying him further. Too keep you away from meddling in his war.

And like the fool he was, he left you on a battlefield without any way to defend yourself.

Shang Tsung let the bodies become a horrific slush of meat and bones before him. 

He let you die.

"You've been learning the forbidden scrolls." You had said, frozen in disbelief as it all clicked together. The secrecy, the avoidance. His new lies and arrogance. Your eyes searched his own, and he saw them wrench in agony when he realized he was caught. Shang Tsung stayed silent for a moment, moving to sit you down, but you held onto his arms, refusing.

"It wouldn't have been written if it shouldn't have been learned." He replied to you, almost deperate to make you understand, but not willing to let it show through his voice. You shook your head, tears pin pricking at your waterline. You used his arms again to steady yourself, and took a step back. He held back the urge to follow your touch as you stepped away from him.

"You're wrong. They're dangerous. They hurt people. Fuck! Shang Tsung what are you thinking? They will hurt you!" He had scowled at you then, shaking his head. He was disappointed in your rule-abiding nature. Always one to stick to the morals set for the two of you by gods who never knew desperation a day in their life.

"What does it matter? We're about to enter a killing contest. Our spells hurt people anyway. My priority is keeping myself alive." He spoke sternly. "Yours should be too. I could teach you-"

"No." His scowl grew when you interrupted him. He loved you with everything in him, but he believed you to be a fool to be so closed minded to the magic he was studying. You had so much potential, squandered by morals you were convinced to follow.

"We need to be self-sufficient from these Gods, love. Do you think they'd try to save us from the battlefield?" He said, fire burning in his chest. "We are chosen to be death fodder for the generations ahead of us, so why not try to be stronger than the gods themselves-" He cut himself off. He's said too much.

"... what?" You asked, appaled, terrified. He never wanted to see fear in your eyes. He shaked his head, and stepped closer to hold you close, pressing his forehead to your own.

"Power is everything. Power will save us. Save you, if you want it to. I will do anything to obtain that kind of power." You went silent, and he can tell you were thinking on his words intently.

"Even lose me?" You had asked after a long pause. Shang Tsung's breath caught in his through, appaled you would even think of such a thing.

"No. No love. I'd never lose you."

He had always been a liar. Even when he truly meant the words he spoke.