#except ME. only i know. im mocking you and you dont understand what it means

[lotus-pear]

favorite genre of lotus is her just calling art thieves gormless mingers and proceeding to curse their existence in the funniest way possible

i should go into standup comedy i tjink

[qtssvnwoo]

helloo this is my first time requesting so hopefully its not confusing🧌

can i request fluff prompt number 2 and comfort number 9? with draco malfoy

so like basically y/n is kind to everyone including malfoy and y/n has a crush on him and draco asks “why do you love me?” (prompt 2 )and y/n’s like “because i believe theres something good in you” then walks away and draco had this weird feeling and he cant get y/n off his mind and starts liking her then when draco became a death eater y/n found out but she still decided to love him just the way he is and shes always there for draco even tho hes kind of mean to her (prompt 9) and he kinda likes her but dont know how to express hes feelings

im sorry if this is cringe 😞

Of course my love! So sorry if this is late, but, I had such a fun time writing this, so thank you!!

Prompts: Fluff 2: "Why do you love me?" Comfort 9: "I love you okay? Nothing will ever change that."

I See You-Draco Malfoy (request)

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: Maybe bad writing cause I haven't written a fanfic in a while, I've been working on my own story.

A/N: Also, let me know if I should make a series regarding one of the Harry potter characters, I'm going between Ron and Draco right now!!

   Y/n. They were known around the school for being the kindest person in Ravenclaw, most people liked them, all except a few. Draco Malfoy in particular wasn’t so fond of Y/n. He hated the way they smiled at everyone, how they never stood up for themselfyet stood up for everyone else. He hated how innocent they seemed and the way their eyes sparkled when they talked about traveling the world. 

  Ever since they were in their potions class together in 3rd year, Y/n knew they felt something for Draco. They heard his laugh from across the room and saw his charming smile and knew from then on that they were truly in love. Everything Draco did left them in a trance, even when Draco wasn’t so nice to them. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

*Fifth Year*

  The sound of people yelling, laughing and talking didn’t seem to phase Y/n as they sat at the courtyard, drawing underneath a tree. They had been working on a particularly difficult picture that had taken them a couple of days to even get the base sketch down, and they were finally finishing it. They had drown out all the noise of people talking so much that they hadn’t even noticed the sound of Draco’s heavy footsteps approaching them. 

  “What could you possible be so focused on?” y/n tensed up at the sound of Draco’s voice, they weren’t expecting Draco out of nowhere, causing them to jump slightly and blush slightly at his mocking tone. They murmured some words, some words Draco could not understand.

  “I can’t hear you when you don’t talk L/n.” He smirked. Draco was aware of Y/n’s feelings for him, he had known ever since he had heard them talking about it in Herbology last year. Since then, he had decided to make them lose their feelings for him, he had hated the idea of people liking him, or even liking someone back knowing how his path was set for him, he didn’t want to bring anyone into this mess he had to fulfill. 

  “I said I'm drawing! I have to focus, it's a gift for Hermione.” Y/n first spoke with confidence, but, slowly their words got lost in translation as they had felt bad for shouting at Draco.

  “A gift? For the mudblood? How ridiculous! You would draw something for someone like that?” Draco mocked. Before Y/n had the chance, Draco grabbed the sketchbook from their hands and looked at the drawing. 

  “Malfoy Stop! Give that back!” Y/n tried their best to get their drawing back from him, but all he did was dodge them, moving from side to side. 

  “This is horrid! What is this supposed to be? A rat? Or maybe it’s a self Portrait?” Draco laughed to himself, but Y/n didn’t laugh. The words had hurt them, had cut them deep. They knew he was probably only doing it to make them mad, but nonetheless, the poison words coming from him choked them, slowly tearing away their confidence. 

  “That's not nice Malfoy.” Was all Y/n could say. The cockiness in Draco’s eyes got bigger as he laughed at them. 

  “That's all you have to say? How pathetic.” And with his words, he threw the sketchbook into a nearby puddle. Y/n just stared at the puddle, watching as the pages slowly soaked up the water, causing the ink to run across the pages. They couldn’t help but slowly feel their throat close and their eyes start to water as they watched the drawing slowly get ruined by the dirty water. They slowly looked over at Draco and mustered up a small smile.   “That’s okay, I needed a new one anyways.” Was all they said before walking past Draco and picking up the sketchbook. “I’ll see you in Potions Malfoy.” 

  Draco watched as they walked away, in shock. He had just ruined their sketchbook, something that took lots of time and effort into creating and they didn’t even say anything. 

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  Draco couldn’t help but feel bad the next couple of weeks. He thought about the way he just threw the sketchbook, and how Y/n just didn’t react. When they saw each other in the halls, Y/n would flash Draco a quick smile, and a wave before going back to whatever they were doing. During their shared classes together, Y/n would also often help Draco if he needed something. All these kind gestures made Draco’s head spin in confusion, even though he had just been mean to them weeks prior, they had the courage to still treat him decent?  Draco couldn’t stop the feeling of guilt striking him more and more everyday. So he decided to confront Y/n about it. 

  One day after class, Draco had dragged Y/n  (more rough than he had wanted) into an empty hallway to finally ask their the question that had been on his mind since he had ruined their sketchbook. 

   “Why?” Was all he said. He felt like his throat had been closed, restricting him from saying anything else. But, when Y/n only looked at him with confusion, he continued. “Why are you so nice to me? After everything I did, and everything I said. I ruined your sketchbook, tripped you in the halls, I’ve even blamed you for things you never even did. Yet you still take the blame for it and treat me kindly every single time. Why?” 

  Y/n felt a wave of heat rush over them. They had never planned on confessing the true reason as to why they had been so kind to Draco, but now was a better time than never.

  “Well, I do love you Draco, and-” 

   “Then why do you love me? Why do you continue to love me even though I’m such a horrible person.” 

  “Love is the only force capable of turning an enemy into a friend. Martin Luther King Jr.” y/n responded. Draco looked at them, and he stared. Not because he was confused, but because he had not noticed how eloquently Y/n spoke. Words flew from their mouth like the drop of rain, and had the sweetness of honey when they reached his ear. 

  “What?” 

   “Draco, I see you. I see you as you are. I see good in you and I see someone that is hiding beneath all that tough exterior. You just have to let him out.” 

  Draco looked and watched as Y/n slowly walked away. He couldn’t fathom how someone who he had never shown an ounce of kindness too, could read and see inside him so well. He felt his heart skip a beat as he remembered the words Y/n had spoken to him, his heart raced and his palms started to sweat. He felt weird, silly even. He had never felt this way about someone ever before, Nor did he really want to. 

  But despite his efforts, the next few weeks got only harder for him. The stress of his father making him a death eater, killing dumbledore, and his feelings for Y/n had ridden him with such a burden that he could not even focus in his classes anymore. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

*sixth year*

Draco stared at himself in the mirror. He couldn’t believe what he had become. He stared at the mark on his arm in disgust as he felt tears run down his face. He had seated himself in an empty classroom, away from all people. Except for one. 

  Y/n had entered the room five minutes before Draco arrived, they had wanted a quiet place to draw, but they knew that Draco needed this space more. They knew they probably should have just made a quick run for the door, but seeing Draco quietly cry to himself made Y/n’s heart break. 

  They quietly put their hand on Draco’s shoulder, and whispered his name. He knew immediately who it was and his heart stopped. He didn’t even question if he was right, he just stood up and engulfed Y/n in the tightest hug he could. Both Y/n and Draco’s hearts skipped a beat. Y/n hugged Draco tighter and let him cry into their chest, while slowly rubbing his head. 

   After a while Draco had calmed down he let go of y/n, still keeping them in his arms, just hugging them a little less tight. He looked them in the eyes and swallowed back his pride. 

  “You still love me? After all these years of being mean to you and your friends. After all I’ve done? After all I've become?” Y/n looked down at his arm, they gasped slightly at the mark but did not say anything. They rubbed his arm, bringing it up to their mouth and kissing the whole of the mark slowly. Before looking up at Draco with the softest gaze she could give him.

  “I see you Draco, I see you as you are. Not what burdens you. I love you Okay? Nothing will ever change that.” Draco sighed lightly, letting Y/n continue. “Love is the only force capable of turning an enemy into a friend. Martin Luther King Jr.” They smiled as they repeated the words back to him that they had spoken so long ago. Draco laughed to himself as he held Y/n’s face in his hands. 

  “Thank you. For seeing me. Thank you for loving me.”

[lilac-set]

I submitted a poll to a poll blog asking if people are rad inclus, curious how prevalent it is but i was planning on having my little ramble in the tags, but then the mod messaged me asking for a definition and getting to talk about it a little bit made me want to talk about it more, so here i am :3 this’ll be a discoursy one about (in favor of) radqueerness, and im also not willing to debate it, tw for discussion of transphobic talking points, feel free not to read if you dont want to but dni about the topic if you disagree

We’re rad inclus, thats common knowledge, but what bugs me is the definition talking about “good faith identities” and “bad faith identities”, i dont believe bad faith identities exist, im not really sure what it means. Someone suggested a bad faith identity could be like the transphobic attack helicopter meme, but thats not an identity, thats a joke. I dont support jokes at the expense of earnest identities, but in real life its not so easy to necessarily say “oh that isnt a genuine identity, thats just a joke, theyre doing it to mock us”, you cant know other people’s intentions for sure without asking them, and then what bugs me is that even if they do ask and they say no, this is genuine, they’ll still write it off as a joke and insist its harmful

I dont believe an identity can be harmful, theres no potential for someone’s self-concept to hurt someone else. The only argument that it can is “but it offends/disgusts/invalidates me!” Cool, those are your own feelings, not that person’s problem. Everyone has a right to live in whatever way feels the most fulfilling to them personally, even if no one else understands it, one person’s right to autonomy doesnt end until someone else’s starts. Someone identifying and living any particular way doesnt stop you from identifying and living any way you want to, if you dont want to be part of their life then politely excuse yourself, you have to no right to make them change for your comfort. “You cant transition into oppression” same thing. You cant harass someone into changing their identity. No matter how unfavorable the circumstances are for someone because of their identity, no matter how unfavorable you make them, you can only make someone miserable, you cant change them. Or even if you could, if someone’s identity is more malleable, you have no right to tell someone how to live, they arent materially harming you, “but it hurts my feelings!” Youre hurting their feelings, shut up, live your life and leave them alone. I primarily have transx in mind as im writing this, but it applies to everything

As for paras, cuz thats the other big point of contention i think, someone’s thoughts cant hurt you. What they do privately with other consenting adults or alone themselves as a consenting adult literally doesnt affect you in any way. I dont support harmful contact, we all know there are certain groups of people who cant meaningfully consent, but i dont think thats what the debate is on, this is about thoughtcrime. Transx is about thoughtcrime too. Thoughtcrime isnt real. No exceptions

I thought i was done but im not, i wanna talk about belief as well. We’re anti-science, we dont believe “science” does, will, can, or should have empirical evidence about all aspects of the experience of life, or that it should be the final arbiter (or any sort of factor at all) in determining if someone is valid. People are not attacking your beliefs by not conforming to them. You can believe whatever you want, and i can believe whatever i want, we dont have to threaten each other’s autonomy of belief by trying to convert each other. Can we discuss it and work together to find a right answer as long as both parties consent? Yeah, sure. But you dont need to try to change someone’s beliefs if they dont want to. You think their belief is a conspiracy theory? Cool, that doesnt affect you in any way, leave them alone about it. You think theyre going to hell? Doesnt affect you, leave them alone. Its a delusion? Guess what, leave them alone about it. Its ok if you value truth or science or religion above all else in your own life, but people have a right not to prioritize those things for themselves in theirs, and you dont have a right to try to make them conform

“But theyre spreading misinformation” You do not have the authority to enforce that whatever you believe is correct information and whatever anyone else believes thats contrary to that is misinformation. No one has that authority, no one should have that authority, people need to and have a right to curate their beliefs for themselves, not be expected to trust the government or anyone else and blindly accept whatever propaganda they might hear from a source they were told to trust

[dollettecxre]

two possibilities, some dont rlly follow canon, just my random au ideas and rambles

mu qing confesses and then dies (in feng xin's arms) before feng xin can say i love you back and that drives feng xin insane because they would never know that he loved them. and then he no longer is able to hold his sanity, which seems to be slipping through his fingers like grains of sand. everything he knew with mu qing is gone, the heavenly court got rid of mu qing's temples and palace and everything. wiping him from existence making feng xin the one and sole worshipper that mu qing has. the heavenly officials have the audacity to appoint a new general of the southwest which makes feng xin snap. he realizes that mu qing was just a pawn for heaven to puruse their goals and he vowes to destroy the heavens evne if its the last thing he does. he is then banished when he attempts to (successfully) murder the new south west general. feng xin doesn't evne realize, because he's too far gone to realize. and then while he's wandering around the mortal realm/ghost realm, he meets the reincarnation of muqing and he sees red. he brutally murders them thinking that the heavens mocked him, he talks to himself while he stares at the reincarnation's corpse, only to suddenly realize that he killed mu qing. not someone who was impersonating him just so that the heavenly court can mock him.

or two where mu qing confesses, in feng xin's arms and they confess to each other and then mu qing dies. it drives feng xin insane how he had wasted so much time arguing and fighting with them that they could've had more time together as a couple if they had both had the courage to confess. and then the heavenly court sees feng xin wrapped in a veil of grief that can't seem to be shaken off. some officials just suggest to move on because that's what mu qing would want, which could be true. but feng xin is so blind with grief that he doesn't believe any of them and says that everyone except him would never understand because he was the one that was closest to mu qing. all sympathy does is hurt him and xie lian may try to help but feng xin shuts everyone out. feng xin visits mu qing's palace which they keep to honor mu qing, and he finds a letter addressed to him and feng xin just goes feral. everything he does, everything means nothing without mu qing, they couldnt dare replace the god of the southwest but that's what they're doing. he murders the new god, is banished and wanders aroudn the mortal realm until he dies. (forgive me if im wrong but iirc you are able to beocme a ghost after you've descended, i think??? thats what yin yu was i think???) he dies and leaves mount tonglu as a supreme and wreaks havoc on the heavenly court, sicne he knows all their secrets before he was banished.

anyway, that's all for now :3 i'm just silly!!

imagine during the final fight with jun wu, mu qing dies in feng xin's arms and feng xin goes mad with grief

[atlabeth]

everything happens for a reason part one - zuko x fem!reader

I am not your concern 

masterlist | part 2 

summary: as a servant in the fire nation, you’ve learned that life is often unfair. but as you venture through a tumultuous relationship with a certain prince, you come to learn a very tricky lesson: everything happens for a reason.

a/n: im so excited about this guys you dont even know. i have so much planned and i hope you all love it as much as i do - just for reference, in this first chapter y/n is 9 and zuko is 10

wc: 2.3k

warning(s): mentions of a raid, reader and zuko both being little shits lmao

chapter title comes from not your concern by the hush sound! 

Y/N sprawled out on the grass and sighed contentedly as the sun shined down on her and her mother. Today was easier than most as they had been given the day off, an occasion that was rare in the royal palace. She closed her eyes and breathed in the fresh scent aerating their surroundings. Her senses were blessed with a mix of sea salt and fire lilies, an ever present reminder of the two worlds she walked in.

“Y/N,” her mother chided as she glanced down at her daughter from her sewing. “You shouldn’t lay in the grass like that. You know how hard those stains are to get out; I don’t need even more work on my plate.”

“Yes, mother,” she sighed as she sat up with mock exasperation. “I just feel like I should take advantage of this! We spend all day inside, and now that we’re out here you’re worried about things like stained clothes.” Y/N pushed herself to her feet and spread her arms out as she spun in a small circle. “Life is short, and I already spend all of it sewing and healing. Don’t you think I deserve some grass stains?”

“Did you find your way into the poetry books again?” she joked. “Of course I think you should have fun, but you know how things are here. I’m just trying to keep you safe.”

She continued to twirl, the soft breeze a welcome sensation on her skin. “I know, I know, but you don’t need to worry! I can—”

“Dear, watch where you’re going!”

Her mother’s warning didn’t reach her in time, a fact that became known to Y/N as she collided into the boy in front of her. A small gasp escaped her as recognition filled her now wide eyes.

“Prince Zuko!” she exclaimed, nervous hands finding their positions as she bowed. “Please forgive me for the accident, I didn’t realize you were there.”

Y/N had never spoken to the young prince directly — she mainly shadowed her mother while she did her work around the palace or honed her healing abilities under the watchful eye of Rika, their most skilled healer — but she knew enough to understand that she was to never disrespect the royal family in any way.

“Don’t worry,” he said with a small smile, alleviating the tension that had built up in her shoulders. “I’m sorry too, I wasn’t paying attention either. I actually came here for some help.” As she straightened her back, she noticed the bundle of fabric he was holding. “Are you Kura?”

“Oh, no. That’s my mother.” She pointed behind her where her mother greeted the prince with a respectful nod and smile of her own. “Did you come to get something fixed? She’s the best seamstress in all of the Four Nations.”

“My daughter flatters me,” Kura chucked. “What is it that you require, Prince Zuko?”

“She’s right, actually.” He held up the bundle of cloth which Y/N now recognized as one of the many outfits he owned. She didn’t consider herself a jealous person, but the prince’s extensive wardrobe was an exception to that rule. She had one set uniform for her work supplied by the Fire Nation, and a threadbare set for everything else that her mother had bought for her after saving up what little copper they had to spare. Y/N didn’t mind it too much as she was able to practice her sewing whenever the seams broke, but she was sure that her handiwork made up more of the outfit than the original by now.

“I tore one of the sleeves while I was training with Azula,” Zuko expressed with a frown. “I showed it to my mother, and she said that Kura would be able to fix it. I had to go through every single servant to find you, so I really hope you can. ”

Kura set her current project down and took the cloth from the prince, examining it with the skillful eye of a seamstress before meeting his eyes with another smile. “Of course, dear. I should have it ready for you by tomorrow; my daughter will deliver it to your quarters around midday.”

“Do it well,” he demanded. “I can’t focus on my training if my clothes are falling apart.”

“Hey!” she spoke up, scowling as she crossed her arms. It was like every shred of sense Y/N had disappeared the moment he talked down to her mother. “This is our day off, so you should be thankful that my mother is taking time out of her day to do this for you. Be nicer to her.”

“Y/N!” her mother scolded, her tone frantically apologetic as she turned back to the prince. “Please, forgive my daughter. She speaks her mind far too often, she doesn’t mean any disrespect.”

“No, you’re right.” A thoughtful expression found its way onto the young boy’s features, his eyes trained on her own displeasure. “My father always talks that way to the servants and I guess it came off on me. I’m sorry. It’s not nice.”

“Apology accepted,” Y/N said reluctantly.

“Thank you for your help. I’ll make sure to tell all my friends about your work.” The young prince smiled and walked off, though not without a curious second glance at the girl who righted his wrong.

As soon as the prince was out of range, Kura began to berate her daughter. “Y/N, by now you have to understand that under no circumstances may you ever speak to a member of the royal family like that! Do you know what kind of punishment you could’ve gotten if anyone else was around to hear that?”

She sighed and settled back on the ground, plucking a blade of grass from the ground. “I know, mother, but he needs to learn manners, prince or not!”

“That’s not how it works here. Our job is to serve the royal family without question. Sometimes they say mean things, but we can’t do anything about it. Apologies are not yours to demand or accept.”

“That’s not fair,” she mumbled as she wrapped the strand of grass around her finger. “Back home I could say whatever I wanted.”

“I know, honey, I know. But we’re not at home anymore, so the rules there don’t apply. We have to follow the rules that are put in place here. Can you promise that you’ll do that for me?”

“Yes, mother.” It was a phrase that seemed to always be at the tip of her tongue now that constant apologies were littered throughout her days, usually accompanied by a sigh.

“I miss home,” The murmured sentiment was almost too soft for Kura to hear and her heart sank. Her daughter’s gaze was trained on the ground, idle fingers tapping against her legs, and she put a momentary pause to her sewing with a sigh.

“Dear, don’t you have a healing session today with Rika?”

“You know I don’t,” she grumbled. “It’s my day off, which no one seems to remember.”

“Y/N.” Kura’s voice was more firm and she now understood that it wasn’t so much a suggestion as a demand. “I think you should pay Rika a visit.”

She heaved an exasperated sigh and stood up in a far more exaggerated gesture than necessary. “Alright. I’ll see you later tonight, mother.” And as Y/N began her walk back to the palace, a sour feeling brewed in her chest.

Kura watched on, unable to prevent the fear that permeated her thoughts. They were fortunate that the young prince was generous, but along with his mother they might’ve been the only two who shared those views in the royal family. She hated having to constantly admonish her daughter — the girl was too young to constantly live in fear, especially having already been through so much — but in the Fire Nation they couldn’t afford to do anything less. A spitfire girl like her daughter was constantly treading on thin ice, and it was all she could do to keep her safe.

Kura feared the day when she wasn’t there to protect her.

-

After a short walk that consisted of muttering things to herself and taking her anger out on the pebbles unfortunate enough to be in her path, Y/N found herself back at the palace. She let herself into a side entrance meant only for servants and set on her way to the infirmary when she collided with someone else — an apology was already on the tip of her tongue when she recognized it was Prince Zuko once more. She truly had rotten luck.

Y/N shot quick glances around to ensure that they were alone, then lowered her voice just for extra security. “My mom says I’m not supposed to talk to you like this, but I don’t care. Just because you’re the prince doesn’t mean you can just go around bumping into people!” she whispered angrily.

“But— you were the one who bumped into me the first time!”

She could feel her face heat up from embarrassment and she crossed her arms. “Just— whatever! Do you want something or do you just like popping up in places you're not supposed to be?”

“I guess I just wanted to talk to you,” Zuko shrugged. “I’ve never really seen you around before, and you’re interesting.”

Y/N scrutinized him trying to find out if he was tricking her somehow, but after staring at him for a solid ten seconds she finally caved. “Fine,” she said, already beginning to walk. “But you’d better make it fast. I have to get to a healing session.”

He took a few quick steps to catch up to her and frowned. “I’m the prince. Technically I could order you to stop and you would have to listen.”

“Yeah, well when it’s just the two of us, you’re just another boy. I don’t have time to talk to boys for hours.”

His brows creased for a moment as he thought about it, then ultimately shrugged once more. “Okay. You said you were going to a healing session- does that mean you’re a waterbender?”

She nodded, and Zuko waited for her to explain further. He heaved a sigh, realizing that he was going to have to carry this conversation. “Well.. what’s a waterbender doing in the Fire Nation?”

She fixed him with a puzzled look. “I’m a servant. That’s why I’m here.”

“I know that,” he frowned. “But most of the servants here are from the Fire Nation, and there are hardly any around your age. I’m just trying to get to know you better.”

Y/N sighed heavily — she now knew that the child prince of the Fire Nation had zero sense of boundaries, and if she wanted to get him off her back she had to answer to his satisfaction. “My mother is a waterbender from the Northern Tribe. She left home when she was young to travel the world and help who she could with her healing, and eventually she fell in love with an earthbender. That was my father — they ended up marrying and settling down in his village where they had me a few years later. Last month, my village was raided by the Fire Nation, and my mother and I were captured after they discovered we were waterbenders. And now I’m here, being annoyed by a prince.”

Zuko frowned once more — it seemed if he continued hanging out with this girl the expression would be stuck permanently on his face — and he suddenly felt ashamed for pushing. “I’m really sorry,” he muttered. “I had no idea.”

She heaved another sigh and shook her head. “Yeah, well they probably keep a lot of the bad things they do from you. It’s easier to send raids to destroy families when your children don’t know.”

“What happened to your father?” he questioned.

Y/N’s body stiffened, and she had never been more thankful to see the infirmary door. “Save your questions for next time,” she grumbled.

Zuko’s eyes lit up, her earlier stumble going unnoticed, and a small smile found its way across his lips. “There’s gonna be a next time?”

She managed to cover up her own growing smile with an ambivalent shrug. “As long as you don’t bump into me again.” Y/N opened the door and gave him a polite parting nod before disappearing inside.

“Good afternoon, Master Rika,” she said with a small bow. “I know this is unexpected, but my mother insisted that I come here to—”

“Let me guess,” the older woman interrupted with a raised brow. “Kura got tired of you and sent you here to annoy me instead?”

Y/N chuckled and rolled her eyes good-naturedly as she pushed the sleeves of her tunic up to her elbows. “When have I ever annoyed you?”

“That’s a question you don’t want me to answer,” she joked as she rummaged through the closet to get supplies. “Besides, what was that smile for? Meet a boy on your day off? A girl?”

Her eyes widened momentarily and she felt the heat rush to her cheeks intensely. “I don’t ask you about your life while we heal, you shouldn’t ask about mine!”

Zuko, who had been eavesdropping by the door in an extremely un-covert fashion, felt an even bigger smile. The girl was prickly as a cactus, but he found himself strangely drawn to her — not in spite of it, but because of it. He was so used to anyone he talked to outside of his immediate family and friends bending at the knee to fulfill his every will, and it was exhausting at times. But this girl — Y/N, as he had learned — was the complete opposite.

He started to walk away, sure that he was late for some kind of session of his own. Zuko found himself thinking of the glimpse of a smile he got, already finding himself scheming up ways to make it return.

And despite her request, he was almost certain he would try to bump into her again.

[momoshin]

can i request a drabble where you're out with ryujin at a mall and a random girl is hitting on her, and you get jealous because ryujin lets it happen so she can have a reason to tease you, and you get home and mark her up and you end up riding her strap. i would like if reader calls ryu daddy too, thank you in advance and if you dont want to i understand

she knows she’s hit the goal when you snatch your hand from hers and walk faster to the exit, leaving her to follow comfortably and slowly with a smug smile on her face. your speedwalk would get you nowhere as she was the one driving, you needed her to leave anyways. so forgive her for snorting when she sees you resting against the car waiting for her, biggest pout on your face (though not a bit sad) and eyes almost squinted shut.

��what’s wrong princess?” she takes a look at you and presses the right button to unlock the car. walking enough to open your door. it’s not like you can stop her, so you just get in the passenger seat with a last glare at her, only uncrossing your arms when you’re inside. ryujin in reaction, let’s out a mocking scoff and closes your door, and only when she’s starting the car does she talk to you again. “not gonna answer me?”

silence. that’s what you return. she was expecting you to throw a fit, so she could fuck it out of you after, but not the silent treatement, not that. your girlfriend hated the silent treatment, specially when she knew she deserved it. so she runs her hands through her hair and sighs before finally driving out of the parking spot. you keep it up until you’re home, throwing your purse and (ryujin’s) jean jacket on the kitchen table.

“you’re really not gonna tell me what’s got you like this?” she drops her keys in the table too, following you to your shared room and watching you undress

“do i really need to? do i need to ryujin? don’t act like you didn’t know she was flirting with you. and don’t act like you weren’t flirting back.” you furiously undress, only keeping your bra and panties.

“oh baby, i only did it to mess with you” she tries to wrap her arms around you, but you don’t allow it, instead getting under the covers.

“yeah, well look at me laugh. ha ha ha. it was so funny. happy?” it’s only 5:34 pm, but she’s used to you doing this whenever you don’t want to talk to her. so she waits around clueless to what to do.

“hey.” her voice is warning. though she eventually gets in bed with you, only she’s wearing everything except her plaid blazer and shoes. “im sorry baby. you know i only love you.” even tho you don’t answer. you don’t push her arms away when she wraps them around you a second time. pulling you to her chest and kissing your shoulder. “please forgive me. i’ll do anything.”

“...anything?” the word itches your interest and you are caught turning your head slightly, looking at your girlfriend through the corner of your eye as you wait for her to confirm.

“yeah” she tries to kiss the corner of your lips and succeeds when you don’t pull away, only to get out of the covers and her embrace to look for the very known strap in the special drawer. you don’t really say a word as you climb into bed and between her legs, offering her the toy biting your lip with a seductive gaze.

ryujin looks at it for a second, and then back at you, smiling slowly before she takes it and rids herself of her jeans and underwear. quickly and expertly adjusting the straps around her body so the toy was perfectly positioned. she ends up removing everything but her bra, but that’s the next thing you rip off your body. leaving on the panties so they would block the view of your pussy and the strap that she so much liked to watch.

carefully, you straddle her lap, squealing when the toy grazes over your clothed clit. you’re not riding her just yet, just grinding against the plastic cock while holding on to her shoulders, before traveling your hands up to the sides of her neck and jaw. you kiss her, so slow and wet, that it has the both of you melting into the other. her eyes are too busy looking at the damp spot on your panties and how you slowly and torturously sway your hips, that she fails to notice your teeth ghosting over her pulsepoint. until you bite.

“ow! baby what the fuck?” she raises her voice in surprise, but doesn’t pull away. just hearing your guilty giggle before you continue to press wet kisses along her skin.

“didn’t like the way you were blatantly flirting with that girl” between every word there’s a kiss to her neck, making a trail from the side to her larynx. “maybe if i make these they’ll know to back off” you don’t wait for an answer, and instead suck and bite her skin again, until purple-reddish marks start to appear where you traced.

she hisses and gasps as you make your way down, her hands are hot on your ass, under your underwear so she can be skin to skin with you. her hums fill your ears when you unhook her bra without stopping the softer kisses to her skin, only now her chest instead of her neck. the only time you stop is to slip your underwear to the side and slowly slide on the strap.

the way you throw your head back and hiss, biting your lip with a hand on her neck to support yourself drives her crazy. one of her hands has bunched up your underwear so tight that you think she might snap it, and the other presses a burning spank against your ass. you kiss her slow as you start to move your hips and then again start to trail kisses until you reach the spot where you last were.

you look up at her as you ride her and let your lips trail around, going as far as to kiss around her right nipple, pressing kisses here and there. in reaction she arches her back, inevitably, and let’s out the loudest gasp you’ve heard from her, just as the hand she wasnt using to hold your panties tangles in your hair “what’s got you so assertive today princess? jealousy?”

she never moans. she’s more of a groan/ growl person but when you wrap your lips around her erect nipple and suck perfectly, she has a hard time containing herself. ryujin pushes her chest to your face, smiling at the way you suck on her tits and still manage to look up at her for approval, only interrupting the eye contact when she pushes your hips roughly on the strap, causing it to go deeper and make you hiss around her tit. “it really pissed me off” you remind against her lips as she chased yours for a kiss

“forgive me please? im really sorry” her hands leave goosebumps on their wake as they run up your back before she brings them forward to cup your tits, her thumbs playing with your nipples causing your hips to stutter

“i don’t know if you mean it” you exaggerate, hand on her jaw as you slide up and down the strap breathing heavy gasps into her mouth. “prove that you’re sorry to me daddy”

it’s like her eyes darken as she looks up from your lips to your eyes and flips the two of you over, immediately grabbing your legs and pushing them to your chest and over her shoulders, her skin slamming against yours when she starts thrusting at an animalistic pace inside of you.

“this what you want? hm? want me to fuck you so hard you can’t walk tomorrow?” ryujin growls, gritting her teeth as she looks you dead in the eye loving how you can’t do anything but part your lips and let loud moans and affirmations pass through them. “i didn’t even hear her name- didn’t care-“ she starts, but you stop her when you cup the nape of her head

“you’re pushing it bringing her up right now”

“sorry baby, just wanted you to know i would never do that to you. i thought it’d be fun, i was wrong” she never stops fucking you, and the words come out her lips so effortlessly you wouldn’t think her hips are rapidly slamming against yours. “am i forgiven?”

“don’t do it again” you groan, digging your nails to her skin and pulling her hair at the same time. “but yes- forgiven.”

“good” her lips press against your jaw repeatedly before she stops thrusting with the only intent to wrap your legs around her waist and continue, but she was too slow, she gave you enough time to flip the two of you over with whatever energy you had left and wrap your hand around her throat, pushing her flat to the mattress when you start swiveling your hips in figure eights. “baby..” she warns

“shh. this is how you make it up to me” you respond, closing your eyes when you realize how close you are and how good it makes you feel to have her under you unable to do anything but stare at your cunt and hold your hips.

“yeah- enjoy this. it’s the closest you’ll be to topping me” she snorts, spanking your ass and sending your hips buckling forward as your lips opened in a gasp.

“do that again, please”

“oh.. you want to be spanked princess?” she does it again like you asked. and again. and again. “not even when you try to dom me can you stop being a slut”

“s-shut up” you moan, speeding the pace of your hips and tightening your hand around her, eyes shut tighter than before when you cum moaning loudly both her name and all the names you call her in bed. you shake, and you cry out of overstimulation and sensitivity when she presses her thumb to your clit and rubs roughly, making you cum one more time before flipping the two of you over.

“telling me to shut up? not a good idea” she smirks “looks like you’ll be getting punished after all.”

[floralkittygambler]

HuskerDust - More Toxic Than You Think [LONG]

This is the rough version of a deeper and more complex subject I want to ‘decorate’ with more ‘screencaps’.  DISCLAIMER: This is allegedly controversial and led to me getting literal death threats and an ED triggered. Ive about heard a lot of people’s shit on this so dont try it. I’m speaking from personal experiences too - experiences I really fuckin dont wanna be sharin yet they kinda validate my points. I want people to be aware of the damaging image from someone who can speak from experience without attracting dickheads or people twisting things. Again, I aint particularly comfortable sharing this so yeah- Be courteous- TW AHEAD - ALSO LONG ASS READ. DNI STANS OR ANTIS. May tag a few folks, may not.  HuskerDust is an extremely popular ship in the community however there’s glaringly obvious flaws in this one-sided relationship that both the fans and even the team fail to see. Neglecting the dangerous real world implications this ship [as well as many others] present to it’s audience - especially the more influenced of the audience, most who are children.

Angel flirts with all the male cast however one who catches his eye the most is Husk. Now I want to point out a few things [of many... obviously]; Angel is instantly starry eyed upon seeing Husk, likewise he actually started off with a ‘Hey~’ instead of something sexual. However he quickly ruins this after Husk tells him to go fuck himself [defined by: “ go fuck yourselfphrase of fuckVULGAR SLANGan exclamation expressing anger or contempt for, or rejection of, someone.” ie, he rejected instantly] by responding with an offer to allow Husk to essentially watch him masterbate. Alongside this, he cradles his face. Husk pulls away and seems to pull a face to express rage/disgust or growling imagery alongside COMPLETELY withdrawing his body away from Angel as Angel stares with goo-goo eyes. Firstly, Angel loves animals - perhaps it’s Husk appearing cute that adds to this, however Im not going to address animal imagery just yet. Secondly, Angel isn’t really portrayed to respect other’s boundaries BUT he does respect... Alastor’s. Al declines the blowjob to which Angel shrugs and doesn’t push this matter any further. With Husk, he’s pretty harshly told to piss off yet he makes quite and explicitly sexual remark, alongside invading his personal space and touching a man clearly disinterested and pulling away. From the initial rejection, it then becomes sexual harassment.  I also want to add that Husk comes with [some] perks in his feline form. And if my name didnt make it obvious, I work with and live with cats on a daily. Briefly, I have been educated in how to understand cat’s language in various individual cat as well as how to handle and work with them. Cats are often drawn towards me and Ive been successful with various types of cats. My most recent being a cat I’ve dubbed as Big - Big was abandoned quite young and has lived most his life on the streets [where I live is high in crime and drug rings, so you can imagine how strays are treated] leading to him being extremely fearful and hating people, hissing and fleeing just seeing people. I took time out last summer to finally give befriending him a shot. It’s taken just under a year of hard work and now he visits every day for his mush [wet food] and kisses, responds to his name and runs up to me in delight. Ive even taught him a phrase to signal that I dont want him or the other cat’s to fight [keeps them all safe and aids them becoming acquainted under supervision - something that’s been working surprisingly well]. I apologise in advance as this is not going to be the first instance of this sort of thing but they are relevant. Trying my best to keep it as brief.  For Husk, I will be using a mix of cat and human characteristics to break down his reactions.  In this first interaction, he turns his body away in a way to suggest caution, wariness and disinterest. In fact, much of his general body language is that of a man deeply closed off from connections - for starters, he folds his arms quick a bit which suggests lack of openness, shutting off and defensiveness *usually*. Likewise, when touched, he slightly jumps and tenses before pulling back in aggression with flattered ears - a sign cats give to display extreme hostility in a situation. It’s NEVER a good thing but then again, neither is crossing someone’s boundaries. It’s even stated that Husk hates Angel’s advances and wishes for nothing to do with him - the same dislike of sexual advances that Al dislikes in Angel. The ending as they all walk inside, Angel turns to Husk, winking and blowing a kiss his way despite the clear rejection earlier. In fact, Husk once again grows tense and is even irked by such a gesture. This won’t be the last mention of Angel totally disregarding how Husk feels - something that rubs off onto the fans AND the team themselves. And it’s... *concerning*, to phrase it lightly. Angel so far is the most persistent towards the most resistant, and in my post on RadioDust I have already established [briefly] on how Angel seems to chase unavailable men. The more unavailable, the more tempting. The one that got away, mentality. It’s not healthy. And I’m surprised so few have acknowledged this. Taking a break from what we’ve seen in the Pilot, let’s establish some facts about the pair.  Angel died in 1947 in his 30s [some posts specify 34-35], putting his birth year around 1911-12ish. Husk died in the 70s IN his 70s [again, nothing is truly specified, so for both we’ll go with 75 - the same number in his IG username] that puts birth year roughly 1900′s. Now an age gap between two adults of 11 - 12 years difference is actually reasonable and can work, depending on circumstance and whether theres a balance in power or not. But when we account for their life experiences and death ages, it’s something else entirely. Angel died young. Not only that but his mind seems more stuck in his raunchy teens than of an adult. And even THEN, he wouldnt be one to necessarily settle down [by which I mean in life, not romance]. He’s extremely emotionally stunted and his selfishness and wanting his own way come off very spoilt [when Husk is pissed off about the cat costume, Angel gets moody because he’s used to compliments AND is dressing to impress Husk. When Husk wanted the money he was rightfully owed, Angel threw a fit for ages until starting to earn it back - even though he owed Husk a drink, which I’ll be coming back to, Husk still wanted the money in the end perhaps hinting to only accepting a freebie as it’s on offer as well as Angel being overly persistent. He even dumps his pig onto Husk to look after, while theres no issue in pet sitting, Angel said Husk ‘owed’ him due to missing the show yet when HE owed Husk, he threw a fit.]. Angel’s life style is wildly chaotic in life AND death, and even though we all know he’s most likely going to be redeemed, he still lacks a lot of experiences in life. He lacks maturity.  On the other hand, Husk’s been through his own share of chaos and heartbreak. Difference is, he’s had a life time of experience. He doesn’t act immature in a childish sense. He truly behaves like a downtrodden old man. He’s had his days and would feel more secure settling down in a more peaceful environment with fun yet much needed calm. A better way to handle his need for risk. Age gaps in adults that are large [75 - 35 = 40 years!] are far less likely to work for a multitude of reasons. The main reason is the difference in life stages - that difference in mentality and experiences plays such an impacting role on compatibility. Often their goals and energies are polar opposites and their common grounds minimal. There’s also the looming concern of power dynamics. Whilst it’s usually the older figure that’s holds the power advantage, in this case it’s a little bit more complicated. I’d argue that it’s possibly Angel with the higher power. This rarely works irl but it’s POSSIBLE. Look at Hugh Heffner and his last partner before his death. I believe she was around 22. However there’s many common grounds, immediate attraction, and similar goals. Though incorrect, Heffner does give off a pimp-like vibe (he’s not but you get what I’m implying with mothlike imagery). Husk does not strike me as that type. It would definitely cheapen his character. In terms of interests, the main thing they have in common is that they like to drink. A bad habit, especially when one is an alcoholic. Both are also rather lazy except for certain circumstances [Husk will go out of his way to help HOWEVER he’s obliged to under Al, the only one he’s seen to willingly help and bond with/be seen with is Niffty. Angel is when there’s a fight, chaos, drama or any sex work]. Both are also rather snarky and vulgar. In terms of love, both suffer intimacy issues. On Husk, it’s ‘losing the ability to love a long time ago’ meaning he was likely cheated on or at least had a failed relationship. If he was ever ready for a new start, he’d definitely want something stable yet rewarding. For now, he needs a LOT of work - work he is not yet willing to put in, nor does he have a reason to. Angel doesnt want to commit because he’s extremely selfish as well as in an already abusive ‘relationship’ already. Sex work is sometimes VERY taxing on the mental health due to some of the folk you service. He’s seen the worst in many and just enjoys the pay and fuck. IF Husk was cheated on, then it’d make a lot of sense if a sex worker wouldn’t be his flavour, it would just serve as a reminder. Not only this, but Angel HIMSELF actively participates in cheating. Not with Val... but with *Travis*. BOTH know Travis is married (I’d be feckin worried if Trav didnt-) yet they still choose to cheat anyways, regardless of the pain it could cause. Angel even mocks this by sending greetings to Trav’s wife. Honestly this... Reminds me a LOT of Stolas - a main character who sexually harasses another character clearly not interested/comfortable, participates in cheating and we’re supposed to root for them (and before anyone gets offended, I do have more to say on Angel’s behalf so please be patient). Either way, it’s very toxic and concerning. Even if Husk wasn’t cheated on, I dont think many would feel exactly secure after having such a rough past with love, diving into a relationship with someone who’s openly participated in multiple affairs. And that’s no shitting on sex workers either, it’s just a point that some would feel uncomfortable with the idea of being with ANYONE (regardless of their work) having actively and KNOWINGLY took part in having an affair previously - especially multiple. Husk’s in an emotionally fragile place and needs more security. We’ve already established Husk heavily dislikes Angel’s advances. In fact, his responses to Angel are similar to his responses to... Al! His body language is VERY test and closed off to even Al, who’s most likely knew him for a very long time. If even Al gets this treatment (whilst also disrespecting his boundaries) then it’ll be the same with Angel (both force Husk into their lives and schemes, both disregard his boundaries). And he’s shown to STILL go out his way to help both however this is most likely tied to an unspoken ‘debt’ he owes Alastor. Plus he’s been mentioned behind the scenes to be a secret softie and protective grandpa type. But this animosity is very reflective of how Loona behaves and responds to Blitzo as well as how both Loona AND Husk (One being a ‘lowly servant’, the other being a literal old MAN) as pets - even the fans - just because of their forms. But this isnt the first of the disrespect they receive. Now we delve deeper Both are addicts of some kind (Husk - drinking, gambling. Angel - Drugs, possibly sex). Not a good mix at all romantically. Addicts often and unintentionally feed their addictions to each other as well as can increase likelihood of relapsing which even a recovered addict can slip back into. When times get tough (a natural occurrence) both are likely to suffer with their addictions. Interestingly, they can become addicted and dependent on one another, which is genuinely unhealthy for a mindset anyways, regardless whether addiction existed prior or not. Addiction only increases these chances. Angel likes confidence in a man (confirmed on Patreon). Yet, Husk is even confirmed  in streams to be deeply troubled and insecure. One thing he hates is his demon form, something that we’ll touch on shortly. Angel loves quality food ESPECIALLY of Italian origin whilst Husk is willing to eat the shit they give you in bars (admittedly that was painful to type as someone who grew up around pubs - either way it’s not exactly high quality or gourmet is what I’m saying). Interestingly, in some character references of Angel, it’s stated that he hates rejection. Hates. That’s a VERY strong word. This could explain but not justify why he’s persistent with Husk (similar to NiceGuys believing you’re playing ‘hard to get’ - further illuding to an immature and toxic mindset) though it interestingly doesn’t apply with Alastor. Odd.  There’s a counterpoint to symbolism in art. A very VALID counterarguement... If it suited Viv’s style. During Media Studies, Business, Design and Art, hell fucking Silent Hill! - I’ve been educated on effective symbolism as well as artistic trademarks (the most famous that most should know is Alfred Hitchcock!). Hitchcock often appeared in all his films, usually as a sidefacing silhouette, trading marking his films with his very PRESENCE. Viv’s seems to revolve around hearts. I mention this because an IG account made the point that hearts were to symbolise anyone connected with Angel’s story and love life (Valentino’s business and shades/collar, heart behind Angel’s head, Heart tattoo on Cherri’s right shoulder, hearts for Husk’s paws, eyebrow marks above natural brows, wings, and nose as well as most of the playing cards). Thing is, there’s hearts EVERYWHERE in all of Viv’s works and such symbology of Angel and hearts is weakened if it connects to the villains/abusers as well - taking away the positivity in a love symbol. Viv’s used hearts in her font, backgrounds, in characters ears, in all her series just generalised, Blitzo’s forehead, background characters, again the cards, Travis’s eyes, Millie’s right shoulder in the SAME place as Cherris. Even Vaggie had a heart tattoo on the shoulder in some christmas themed artwork (on her left). Heart’s is just something Viv seems to brand herself with. And that’s fine though I feel she could do with cutting it down slightly. One thing to early note on the cards (again, this’ll creep up later and my name should tell you why), most are heart suits and usually either a face card (J, Q, K), Joker, ace or 2s. Face cards/Jokers for more details close up (look at the signing artwork) and the rest are just easier to animate, though a little bit of a peeve to someone into their cards as well as the massive overuse of red in Hazbin overall. It’s extremely unlikely to be symbolic. If they change it to be so, then it’s... Weakened. As I’ve mentioned earlier, Silent Hill is an example of extremely clever symbolism in more darker media (more so, SH is considered a ‘hell’ of sorts and does feature religious iconography WITHOUT causing offence. A great example of how to portray this type of thing - they even mix humour in if you consider some of the sneaky references, dialogues and odd UFO/dog endings).  Discussing Viv’s art further, she drew a gift for her sister (original creator of Husk when he possessed white fur) of Angel playfully dragging a disinterested and annoyed Husk (I believe this was still around the time SpiderMoth was canon). The newish art tends to have Angel putting a holly crown on him or sitting on his knees, Husk seeming too lazy to really do anything about it. Very nonchalant. I also want to include some interesting stream arts here and later to further highlight their bond.  A fan asked Viv in a stream to draw them “actually getting along” - this wording implying that the fan is aware of Husk not enjoying Angel’s company. So Viv did, with an extra doodle of Husk being one of the ‘canadian people’ from South Park who sing “Im not your friend”. The art alone shows Husk’s absolute discomfort, even the extra thing Viv added w/o request. As they’re her characters and the fan asked for what they’d look like getting along, to show this discomfort goes to show the dynamic once planned. Husk just isnt a fan of Angel, especially when he’s being sexual and touchy. It can be great for small comedic parts, however both the team AND fans have now crossed this over to really creepy and triggering realms in their ships. It’s creepy and doesnt look good on Angel (who they actively root for) nor the gay community (more on that).

[Yes Ive already pointed out the comedic side of this ^ but it doesnt bode well considering the other points and issues that arise] There’s also a request for drag angel flirting with drunk husk. Personally thats a lil creepy to specify one of the two being intoxicated and thus not able to truly consent. If Angel is willing to flirt with someone in that state, it doesnt mean he would fuck them, but it does feel the fan was thinking that’s the case. In all truth, I think Angel WOULD flirt with those incapable of consent purely to swindle or pickpocket. I’d like to think [and HOPE considering his own abuse by Val] that he’d never take it further. And I hope Viv, the team and the fans see how incredibly creepy that thought is. I’ll give benefit of the doubt though it is still a concern. Either way, Angel appears... Annoyed? Husk is completely turned away and seems incredibly grouchy and confused. This shows yet more rejection on his behalf as well as Angel’s response to being rejected, which highlights his immaturity towards it. Remember, he’s USED TO and EXPECTS everyone to want him (even saying this in the Pilot). Hell, there’s even a Rich Vaggie request where Viv again randomly includes Husk. This time, he’s faced towards her and relaxed, though seems unimpressed and overall disinterested in this type of behaviour. Behaviour and interests of Angel [Celeb status and rich appearance due to Val, despite getting very little of the cut and the vanity, as well as Husk just not giving a shit about this sort of peacock display]. (Also wanted to note in Viv’s #3 stream 1:50:50, Faust makes out that Husk is a ‘dirty, creepy old man’ as well as him constantly threatening violence towards Angel. I dont see him as *creepy* in this context - as it implies perversion that he blatantly lacks fortunately - though it’s very telling of how Husk feels and again shows this toxic relationship).

/Angel’s Type: First off, daddy issues. He has them. Now let’s look at ‘daddy’. Henroin is shorter than Angel, dark fur, grumpy, old, wears only a hat and tie, big brows... Sounds familiar? Ok, look at his brother Arackniss. Similar to Henroin, dark, short, grouchy, bullied by and bullies Angel, is adverse to Angel and overall possess a bad relationship. Ok.... His main client, Travis! Short, dark fur, moody, Only wears hat and tie, drinker (shown in stream as request so take drinking with a pinch), similar face to- Is no one else seeing this trait? Angel seems to go for these shorter than him grouchier men who either want him for sex or hate his presence. Men who are like his dad and brother. All of these guys are far too similar, and we’ve got enough men in suits, bowties and sharp teeth in this show to boot as it is- The psychology of this type of attachment is rooted in a bad familial relationship alongside the subconscious desire to repair or compensate for it. Unknowningly the person will keep seeking out this sort of guy who isnt good for them to fix this internal issue. The resolution is to NOT go for these types. It’s also connected to intimacy fears, by going for those you know arent good for you/right for you/interested in you is often the manifestation of these issues. Pair them with daddy issues and it’s a disaster! There is science to back this up. Valentino is interestingly the opposite yet still toxic issues arise. Why? Because he’s going from one extreme to the other but with the same mindset. Neither of these men or types for MANY reasons are right for him. And visa versa. Seeing a pattern? ~~~~

Angel w Husk? I mentioned before that Husk hates his demon form. If you’re an old man, a gambler, some Vegas bloke and have this grouchier disposition, why the fuck would you want to look like an oversized pet? Exactly. Angel however adores his own aside from the feet. Now I find it strange how the guy we’re rooting for just so happens to like his own form which was intended for punishment. But that’s not todays post. I said earlier that Angel is heavily fixated on Husk’s appearance. Especially the feline aspects (calling him Husky and Kitty - petnames he hates that also treat him again more like a pet than a man -, dressing as a ‘sexy cat’ to appeal to him which can come off as more mockery. This is even backed up by fans who seem to think an old guy’s gonna act like some school girl anime trope?). All of this completely disregards and disrespects Husk’s feelings and perspectives. Something the fans and team take part in actively. Angel - whether you want to hear this or not - is SELFISH. When Husk ‘owed’ him for missing the show (babysitting Fat Nuggets), Husk begrudgingly fulfils this. The second Angel owed Husk for stealing drinks, Angel threw a hissy fit. The silent treatment, going to other bars and posting about it whilst complaining (again focusing on Husk being ‘cute’). Trying to cop out of it by buying Husk a smoothie (though it looked like a date, lets be real, do you REALLY have to bribe someone to date and be around you? No) and even then he still had to owe the money which was more of Husk’s concern. Yes he did in the end and more money than needed, hence the returning of the extra cash, but that is no excuse for the childish behaviour prior. He’s much too accustomed to being adored and pampered and getting his own way that he cant grasp when people arent a fan or willing to pamper him. If they make them a ship, all it does it make Angel completely into a shitty Gary-Stu that everyone loves and pities for his suffering, rather than teach him to grow, earn his redemption and confronting his own toxicity. Let me make this extremely clear: ANGEL DOES NOT DESERVE ABUSE OR RAPE. But when he starts behaving as shitty, he’s hard to root for. Remember, he’s sexually harassing all these guys, with Husk getting the brunt of it. But it’s treated as a joke for them and only taken seriously for Angel. Val abuses all of his employees. He abuses VOX and even THAT was mocked by fans and staff. It’s... It’s frankly gross.  In every interaction Husk has with Angel, his body language is closed off, tense, uncomfortable, turned away and hostile - look at the IG. He wont even allow Angel to touch him. Compare this to Niffty, who he’s fine with taking pictures with and letting her hang around and touch him. Body language is relaxed (relaxed shoulders, open body language) and he doesnt look hostile at all. What does Angel do? Always tries to get close to Husk (such as sitting as close as possible during Poker) and forces both his OWN hobbies onto Husk (ones that Husk shows a strong disinterest in) and Husk’s hobbies (Poker). It’s very FORCED and not natural. Going back to immaturity, he blames Husk and his cards for being shit at the game. They’re always bickering, insulting, fighting in the comments but fans only see this as a ‘cute couple fight’ or Husk being ‘tsundere’.Tsundere. An anime trope often used in young characters. Irl tsundere is NOT this dramatised. The tsundere you see in anime, apply that irl and you get the recipe for the most toxic, petty and immature relationship going. You get constant fights, unease, not feeling loved/appreciated, little trust - the list goes on. Plus an old bloke really isnt going to indulge in tsundere traits. It’s childish. After his history with love, I doubt he’d be up for games and messing about. For something meaningful, he’d just want open honesty. Their ‘relationship’ feels like it’s written by horny kids attempting a fanfic after being inspired by 50 shades and twilight (both show toxic relationshiiiiiips~). The worst is that these are adult writers trying to portray some realistic yet sensitive topics. This is just ill fuckin taste. Even the warnings in Helluva’s ‘Horny Demons’ leaves a bad taste when the fans are thinking Stolas is the best dad despite both parents ruining Octavia’s mental health. Despite the next day after that episode aired Stolas starts flirting with Blitzo again on IG. Despite Blitzo being clearly uncomfortable and sexually harassed and even co-herced into sex (VERY UNHEALTHY MESSAGES HERE). Viv herself has been in bad relationships so how the fuck she’s blind to this and even borderline fetishizing this sort of behaviour that everyone seems to play off as ‘Awwww cute tsundere <3 BOYFRIENDS BOYFRIENDS BOYFRIENDS’ is abhorrent. I’ll go into this more later on how this really just... It treats male sexual harassment and assault as a fucking joke- Angel’s constant unwarranted flirting is no different from the freaks on IG that send dick pics to underage kids and random women in their dms and fathom that they’re ‘nice’ and have a ‘chance’. Wanna know the creepiest? The candid photo of Husk on Angel’s wall. Something Husk seems horrified about. It’s fangirlish and teenager like at BEST, and obsessive stalker at worst. He’s NOT respecting Husk’s boundaries or feelings. That’s still up despite Husk’s reaction. He still wore the costume despite Husk’s feelings. Angel’s thinking with his dick and it’s such a fucked up message that everyone seems to support just because ‘its FICTION. Theyre in HELL.Theyre BAD people.’ Yeah? Well look at how that’s effecting and warping reality and perspective. It’s glamourising it. Fetishsizing stalking and making it cute. Yer have celebrity or boyband or whatever youre a fan of pics on your wall. NOT your crush. NOT someone who clearly isnt interested or happy with this. If someone who kept commenting on your pictures “sexy” suddenly had a picture of you on their wall, what would YOU think? How would YOU FEEL? Because myself and my own sisters have been in VERY fucking similar situations and it’s traumatic. His paw is even attempting the lens - Angel is crossing his boundaries and not getting the message that Husk doesnt want this. He’s forcing himself onto Husk. Yknow... VAL forced himself on Angel and it ended up in numerous rapes. Angel hasnt raped Husk, but if he wont take no. If he wont respect boundaries. If he only wants Husk to do what he wants but throws a fit when he owes husk - he’s picking up on Val’s bad habits more and more. How are so few - even the very team creating this - not seeing how disgusting this is? Are we only supposed to give a shit if Angels hurt? If so, the message isnt so much of how despicable Val is but how awful it is to upset Angel. Fans constantly blame Husk for being grumpy, annoyed at or rejecting Angel. Look at this real world implication. Not only that but Angel being gay just reinforces one of the worlds most disgusting and inaccurate stereotype of gay men being sexual predators and forcing men to have sex whether theyre comfortable or not. MOST gay men arent like this, and those who are its just because THEYRE shitty people (Jeffree fucking Starr, but look how people ‘stan’ his fuckin behaviour). Val is rubbing off on Angel as much as fiction has a MASSIVE impact on reality - whether we’re willing to admit it or not. Like Val, hes pushing past boundaries, he’s selfish, hes more into visuals than anything else. It’s one sided, superficial and theres no click. No connection. Be in this situation yourself and seeing this sorta shit becomes second nature to stay alive. Angel even says that most of hells residents are ‘ugly freaks’ yet finds Husk cute. It’s all LOOKS. Who else likes appearances alone? Val. I know this will trigger and upset fans, Ive been told to fucking die and have my ED triggered when I mentioned it before. But accept that all of them have flaws. Everyone irl have flaws. But there’s flaws and then theres a fuckin crime. If Husk was a woman, more people would see the flaw, but even then... Look at many romance movies - not all but many go for opposites attract (science proves this inaccurate irl), stalking, or even sexual harassments and assualts but she falls for him and they end up together. That aint love thats Stockholm with extra steps. Think you’re triggered and upset? Go through this shit - have a history with it happening - and then see some show you love and a comfort character get treated the exact same and everyone JUSTIFIES it, including the team themselves. It’s NOT cute.  Part 2 to the previous point: Both do share common interests, but it’s very unhealthy such as excessive drinking, both being addicts and being rather lazy, etc. Otherwise the common ground just isnt good. They’re opposites that really dont compliment each other. (Not a valid point here but I find it interesting how Angel loves aquariums and Husk can fly too). Viv’s writing is mediocre at best (but with glowing potential - a diamond in the rough - hence why it’s so frustrating) but Husk’s writing is the laziest. According to Viv he’s (paraphrased) “easiest to write... doesnt care about anything, almost always grumpy leading to similar reactions to everything”. His voice and alcoholism even has a lot of inspiration from Rick Sanchez. As I said with Angel in the RadioDust post, it’s almost like the addictions are seen as a joke. A running gag is fine if you can play it off well and it’s not about something so serious EVEN MORE SO when the series is about how damaging the addictions are and redemption. Why is this end goal being ignored unless it’s about Angel himself? That’s not just favouritism or bias, that’s also heavily self indulgent and a backwards ass message. Right now, Hazbin and Helluva have this ugly fixation on sex and ships. VIV has a fixation on ‘horny demons’. Her main characters are incredibly sexual bar Al (dont even say Husk, Niffty, Charlie or Vaggie or even loona and Moxxie are even on par with the focus and treatment Val, Angel, Blitz and Stolas are given). It’s very fixated and concerning. Its starting to feel like it’s about to divulge into hentai than a legit series with even a hint of the plot or a message. It reminds me of Family Guy trying to be BoJack. It’s starting to remind me of fucking Sausage Party and the final orgy. Sex and swears makes it inappropriate for kids but that doesnt make it adult or mature, and this is coming from someone who swears more than a fucking sailor whos stubbed his bare pinky toe on a fucking crate corner. Constant swears arent funny or artful in the slightest when it’s over done. It’s just... childish adult humour. We cant be expected to want to root for any of them at this rate- All A24 and other companies are seeing is big cash and easily manipulated child audiences (for easy money). They KNOW it can be better but theyd rather be lazy as they’ll profit big either way. This is going to end up like YanSim and YanDev. Amazing potential, shit writing with a leader too stubborn to accept and act on criticism, seeing it as hate. At this point, Husk isnt a deeply troubled man with vices and interests. He’s just fuck candy and romantic end goal for Angel. To compliment and complete him. Just another accessory to the Angel Show. Vivs sister who made Husk even loves Angel so it’ll only serve to further this already toxic narrative.  The ship doesnt look or feel right. There’s too much established now to see the dynamics and favouritism in the creators. Self indulgence. You cant play favourites when you do this sort of thing professionally. The audience can see it and it turns people away. Ask any nonHaz/Helluva fan what they think and it’s... Well, average.  Another thing is everyone went full hype on Frozen focusing on something other than romance as a form of love. But then go back to “Ok now everyone reenact the final scenes of Sausage Party” afterwards. Not everything is sex and romance, and it really is starting to feel Viv and the fans are focused on that like Incels focusing on ‘chad’. It’s creepy. Helping with food, telling someone self conscious on their weight that they’re not fat, not taking more money than someone owes, even helping out with a pet - that’s something that a good friend would do. In fact, Husk even laughs at the goofy Angel cutout and it being destroyed. It doesnt instantly equate to wanting to fuck. The fact that the fans and even some of the team seem borderline horny is... Completely destroying this show, it’s message and everything about it. Viv said ships were hardly the focus in her stream but look at it now. Look at what Viv focuses on now. It’s just fanservice shit. Nothing more. Self indulgence shit, look at the team making rape into a fetish or shipping themselves publicly with the characters on the public IGs. It’s like watching children run a business and it’s painful because the entire series is suffering when it could be amazing.  Friendship should be more normalised as a valuable type of relationship just as much as love or family are. I’ll also add that Husk adding after the show “Oh fuck... Is this what I missed? Shit.” is ooc like the ‘date’ (that was compensation for stolen drinks, like a tamer version of Blitzo fucking Stolas for the grimoire). It contradicts that he slept it off rather than an attempt at staying awake, as well as calling it a “god damn peepshow” implying a repulsion to the peverse tendencies. The constantly commenting, following and posting Angel related pics makes little sense either from someone who’s blatantly been sexually harassed as well as the clear repulsion of the candid pic on the wall. He outright rejected Angel. What would be realistic are the IGs focusing on learning about the characters, their lives and interests - ALL updating at realistic paces. Old men arent tech savvy usually nor care for social media that much. He’d post drinks, gambling, casinos, life with Niffty and Alastor. Heck maybe a picture of Angel captioned “When will this guy leave me the FUCK alone?”. He even only seems to tag angel, even in the pic that had Charlie and Vaggie [their shared account] or Niffty. Theres a CLEAR bias in the staff room and it’s messy. Look how most the female cast is ignored (Vaggie/Charlie, Velvet who posted a birthday gift to one of the new artists on the merch WHY? Gasu btw, Niffty, Millie only posting twice - heck even Vox and Loona sometimes get neglected. CLEAR. BIAS.) The ships focused on are 1) NOT established canon yet publicly favoured by Viv and the team (Stoliz, HuskerDust, VoxVal - that last pair havent actually got a VA either-), 2) Are TOXIC and theme around abuse or sexual harassment but it’s ‘cute because gae’ - NO. This makes gay people look really bad when they’re not. 3) HD and SL focus on one sided, stalkerish, cop out ‘tsundere’ excused ships to sugar coat the creepiness which only further fuels bigotry, 4) SL has MERCH on it now, so thats also profiting on sexual harassment imagery (again, dont give a shit they arent real - the EFFECTS are. The people who can relate ARE. The people being horridly stereotyped ARE). Thing is, the IGs originally were there to promote ADDICT which started as a fan song anyways despite everyone saying how Viv is stubborn in her ways an uninfluenced by her fans (proof says otherwise) yet shes allowed a fan song to be canon. Theres a focus on forced love for fanservice. The IGs have long outstayed their welcome. The Val account allows glamourisation of the sick shit Val does AND entinses fans to bully as they forget a REAL PERSON runs the fucking account, Val isnt even a scary villain either - hes just a big teen like everyone else - stuck in a teen drama with all this. Pimps are smart. Theyre scary. Theyre masters of manipulati- HOW DO THEY NOT DO THE RESEARCH?! Viv wanted this sense of realism and dealing with sensitive topics in one of the worst executed ways Ive ever seen- It’s toxic. It’s dangerous. These are shit messages and your fans display that when they think all criticism is ‘hAtE’ and actively bully real people w REAL EXPERIENCES. Telling them to ‘stop pls’ does fuck all because you still promote shit messages straight after. Like with Stolas to Blitz in a IG story a day after Ep 2. Classy.  Fanservice seems desperate to keep these fans (rather than market correctly... Just like YanDev) and it leads to fans feeling like they have the audacity to steer the series. Poor business with WEAK boundaries. Viv, you lost your series a long time ago. Want it back? LISTEN TO LEGIT CRITICISM. Stop surrounding yourself with yes men. Even my best fucking friend calls me out when Im out of line because a real friend will fucking take the chance of hurting your feelings if it means helping you in the long run and grow.  Mick joked about the inside of Husk’s ears matching Angels coat, that the ears are cat’s most sensitive and vulnerable parts. 1) Cats vulnerable part is their tummy - hence why you need their trust first (alternatively yer get the odd cat that has full confidence they cat hurt you a lot faster than you can tickle them - I own one), 2) Its weird that Viv doesnt know this considering how many cats she has - its important to learn the language of those you love to give them your full understanding and a great bond 3) This romanticises sexual harassment more than it already is in the media (remember, theres women out there still murdered for saying no!) as well as reinforces the stereotypes of gay men forcing non-interested men into sex (again, a very toxic and unrealistic trope - a dangerous one thats led to gays being murdered!). And the ears design is unnecessarily overly complex considering those fuckin wings he supports. If the design adds nothing to the character but aesthetic, then it can go on the chopping block. Rules for simple animation. Besides from Angel sharing the same tooth as Val (who knows if that was added after he started working for Val as branding?) you could use this argument to say Pent or Al are soulmates for Angel because of having striped suits, or sharp teeth - no, it was intended as a joke that Viv fueled to irresponsibly because it’s not the first time she’s dodged publicly addressing something (something youll NEED to get used to in a big company), and she’s publicly dodged shit after this too so Im not putting faith in her until she can act professionally as the job requires. Likewise, professionals should consider what and how they joke as they’re presenting an image of a company/business. And people WILL eat that shit up face value regardless. In her stream #2, a fan requests for art of flustered angel and smug husk to fuel their ship. at 2:10:21, she does so. She’s also done this for Baxter x Niffty and Cherri x Tom. As a professional, you really should be avoiding this sort of thing in the name of fanservice. I get it, fanservice = financial gain. But it also results in empty meaning. It’s a shell of what the passion project once was, hence why you make the ENTIRE skeleton before involving others. The team help construct the muscles, tendons and organs. The public - moreso critics and the more experienced in those fields help sew the skin. Then you bring it to life, the fans become like blood. They aid to keep it alive. Even Ash and Mick mention Husk being ‘tsundere’. Im had most my piece about it earlier, however I’ll repeat and add some extras. Tsundere is an exaggerated personality, often used in younger characters. In terms of a relationship, it’s very immature, leads to poor communication and results in a toxic love. Science can back this up as well as the lack of realism. It’s more immature minds/hearts that go to what they interpret as tsundere in hopes of the love life the media portrays. A farce. Y’know what Angel needs? Someone open, honest, open to love and comforting. He doesnt need someone rebuffing and him chasing. It’s nothing more than an immature thrill. Once the love begins, it’s burns out QUICK. It’s far from sustainable or healthy. It’s not what either really need and further show Angel’s fixation on men who subconsciously remind him of his father. It’s not healthy. Another thing is a tsundere actually IS interested but shows it in the most immature and childish means possible. Would a really old bloke actually give a shit to play those sorts of games? No. Not one coming from a place like husk has. It’s painful how lacking in research and experience these people are. Science backs up that opposites solemnly attract also. In fact, they often either repel or only get as far as friendship.  Fan and Team Mentality in Brief: Im coming out with my ultimate pet peeve: if you’re going to have one of the MAIN characters be a gambler, do your research. The only background shit is a casino, LOADS of sex references (in Pride? Really?) and drugs. It’s like someone listing what they think is adult and tabboo and naughty. It’s yikes. Cards are almost always aces, 2s or blank. MOST are heart suits (like we need MORE red - we get it, it’s hell. But it’s an immature larvae stage hell). I get 2s and aces being easier to animate, however you have Husks wings, the entire of alastor, angels arms - if youre busting the budget for the menial then bust it to the cards. Theres like ONE spade. The full house isnt a full house (here’s a display of the fans lack of education on the matter as well which serves as a sure sign that they know just as little on any of this as SpindleHorse, they think it’s a sign on him being a card cheat. A card cheat. I aint saying hes not but what I AM saying is poker professionals are some of the most observant people in the world. Especially when money’s involved they’ll ensure youve got your facts right. That wouldnt fly at ALL. But theres more~ fans think Husk spent loaaaads of time staring at angel’s face in the IG poker out of <3 Newsflash. When you play poker you read EVERYONE like a book. Every little twist and twitch of the features. Its not about love. It’s about winning. Its about money. Play enough poker and it’s instinct if you want to actually play decently. Call bluffs. Life aint a fuckin romance.) And playing Poker at a BlackJack table? In a casino? These are all common knowledge and basics if you just research. And this is coming from someone with a history of this.  The fans even believed Tipsy Bartender’s ‘Peach Princess Cocktail’ was something Spindlehorse made as a beverage form of Niffty, Angel and even Charlie because of the name. Now, Im not expecting everyone to be a fuckin boozy either, but to not even consider it’s a very real drink does show that many fans are far too young for that 18+ label.  Fanart of HD often has Husk being OOC OR being held hostage (often via webs - one even being reblogged by Viv, aint that cute!). Some even have Husk completely intoxicated, which would be rape. Im not sugarcoating it. Because too many are getting the sweet treatment and copying Viv’s ‘dont address and it disappears!’ tactic - A LOT of internet celebs do it. The ship is drawn a lot by the team in the public eye, Viv reblogs it publicly (SL, HD, alongside canon only ships, how curious-). Husk is pan yet doesnt behave as the stereotype. And Id FULLY support this with my fucking SOUL (fun fact: you cant sell a soul. Thats myth to scare people-) if it was done correctly. But the way bisexuals, lesbians, gays and aces are portrayed so stereotypically (even Pan in terms of Val’s sexomania), it’s really REALLY uncomfortly coming across as Husk being pansexual JUST to make him an ‘option’ for Angel. Hell even the hets are given a shite representation. Some art btw has husk tricked into a kiss. Cute, we’re really starting to like blurring consent aint we? Remember, Angel has celeb power in his world. In the real world, he has a following. HE has the power in the ship massively. Hell, fans JUSTIFY Angels behaviour and absolutely rip Husk a new shithole if he fuckin even so as to DARE OPPOSE ANGELS MUCH DESERVED LOVE! - sarcasm because I have to make that shit clear now. Fans dont care about Husks feelings, he wasnt even popular until this ship started to explode. Y’know what would be cool and break stereotypes? An old straight white guy actually accepting his friends sexualities. The pan thing feels really fucking gimicky and exploitive and gross based on the history of all this shit. It feels disingenuine. Representation doesnt come from it just being there. What next? Katie whips on blackface to further show shes a bigoted knobhead whos white and straight? Dont get me wrong, Katie’s an arsehole but theres other means to show this rather than ALL HETS HATE THE BIG GAE. They dont. They really dont. But hey, we’ll show a gay man sexually harass every guy and root for him! NO. Thats fucked up. It makes gays look like the predators theyre not. It’s like the fucking 50s with modern tech - is that the real identity of Vox? Fuckin maybe. WHAT THEY NEED - FUCKING FINALLY, ITS THE END IVE BEEN ON THIS SHIT FOR DAYS WHILST SICK LUCKY ME EH? CAN YER FEEEEEEEL MY TIREDNESS OF FANDOMS AND CREATORS EXCUSING SHITTY THINGS FOR CLOUT, MONEY, FAME AND OTHER DUMB SHIT? IF YOU CANT, THEN WHAT THE FUCK, AND OTHER NEWS: Right. Lets get our main shit. Compatibility between the pair is really low - lower than even the team seems to see. And yer old fart of a Hag here’s gotta use my personal suffering as an example because thats what the cool kids do, right? Their friendship compatibility is high. VERY high. But low for love. HEALTHY love. In terms of convo flow, it only has a river when insults are flying, otherwise Husk actively cuts Angel short or outright annoys him. In reality, someone like Husk would gross out Angel, but the cute cat look can turn that the fuck around - JUST the look. Fans and the team oddly think it’s cute though. Yes, I remember being negged at the bar and thinking “BOY arent my pants flooded like the fuckin planet when the ice caps are melting”. There’s no click. Theres infatuation and lust one sided based on looks. Husk isnt even remotely interested and no means delayed yes apparently. Angel as a rape VICTIM should know better than to blur consent like this. Angel isnt a rapist [for the skim reading raging stans ANGELS NOT A RAPIST, YAAAAAY!] but he sure has a shit grip on when he’s looking like Val when Val forced Angel into a kiss by not accepting rejection. It’s. CREEPY. Its fuckin weird. Husk is literally named after being a shell of his former self, I doubt random sex and forced interest is gonna make him spring to life like bastard Zeberdy from the Magic Pissin Roundabout. Honestly, sexual harassment and addictions are treated the same in this - a joke. A punchline. A gag. Sure makes me fuckin gag. Nah, the more healthier Chaggie relationship (needs work on Charlies damn part - dont let freaky taxidermy men sexually assault your life partner like that) is booooring, lets focus on sexual harassment leading to true love like all the other shitty romcoms shall we? Or sugar coat it with ‘getting to know them better <3′ like Beauty and the Beast. A story, by yours truly: My mom’s mates with this woman. Lets call her M because her name starts with an M. M is just like Angel except slightly older, overweight and disabled - so not everyones cup of tea visually (shes neither here nor there to me imo, not like I hold interest in shaggin her). Like Angel, she fuckin flirts with any ANY man around her. She’ll even touch without consent, rub allllll up and down their backs and bodies, and not leave them alone. She even did this with a few gay men. Shes not a horrible person BUT mom and I are constantly trying to stop her and get through her head how DISGUSTING this treatment is. But nothing gets the message across. Shes ALWAYS talking men and sex and has an on/off fling with this one bloke (dont worry, hes the male M, cheats and does the same as her). Everyone, even women, are uncomfortable with this. Irl it’s desperate and a HUGE repellent. Men are visibly SO uncomfortable. She does it to my father too who is - in case youd forgotten - MARRIED TO HER BEST. FUCKING. FRIEND. My father is not a man of fear (and interestingly, hes one of the real life Huskers I know!) but this woman? *insert Heavy bc why tf not* She scares him. My dad does everything in his damn power to pull away, reject, resist, avoid and cut her off. The only reason hes even nice to her at all is because mom likes her (when M isnt a gross hornbag, shes genuinely a good friend to my mother - much like angel and Cherri). My dad’s strictly banned from insulting her or telling her to fuck off from my mother BECAUSE of her nature with him. Even at her non horny times, he’s even said shes not his flavour.  I’ve had numerous accounts like this myself (ask any woman-) but the worst was the guy thinking - THINKING - that Id eventually be his whilst he played up a lot of our similarities up, seemed nice and I actually thought I had a good guy friend (put it this way, Im genuinely scared of men because of guys like this). At this time, there was a character I discovered who looks and behaves SO much like me, and shes married. My simping arse for this fictional BEAUT [Im sorry but Iris is fucking awesome] compared her romantic traits towards Olgerd as something Id do - and this was a STATUS. It wasnt even too him, tagging him, nothing. I was just spamming Iris like the Iris whore I am, and... Yep. Ill be honest and say that God only knows what else I did that made him think I was ready to rip off my clothes and shag him. My post history back then showed Im like this when I find a character I relate to. I also send hearts a lot publicly and to friends to express joy - I get NERVOUS how that’ll be taken now. He tried to pit my ex friend and I against each other for him and even cyberstalked us pretending to be a girl named Raven. My GUT told me this aint no bastard ‘Raven’. The vibes he gave me, and the fact when I kept saying no he took it as a delayed yes (He even said “Ill wait for when youre ready” not “I understand and am happy to still be friends”) gave me literal nightmares of this guy tracking me down and raping me. He’s currently dating that ex friend (I was still willing to be their friend and support them but they said it was hard to keep us separate in her lifes and she didnt want conflict, so I cut it off amicably with her and I fuckin hope he treats her right. I even sensed in my gut she’d like him and he’d like her - even that theyd be good together! But then I found she was 17 and he was 10 years older, that he was cyberstalking and pitting us against each other, that he was secretly an arrogant fuck and that he gives off red flags like her ex’s - but shes passed 18 now and I want to trust her as an adult that she can deal with this. Shes got a good family.) As a kid, Ive been fuckin groped at school in my shitty neighbourhood. One kid even harassed me wanting to know if Id started my periods yet. Hed constantly fondle girls and ‘keg’ them aka yank down their skirts or trousers in public, and 2 years later held a fucking KNIFE to my throat in a classroom with the shittiest substitute teacher, all because I stood up to him (I was not known for my bravery at school so). He was harassing my female friend who suffers from it since as well as her upbringing, bullying her and stealing her stuff. Shes TINY. She was bullied just as bad as I - who was somehow both the school ghost AND pariah somehow- - and I stepped in and told him to cut that shit out before snatching her things back. I told her to ignore the desperate prick. Thats when he took a boxcutter and held it to my throat, threatening me to keep my head down. Now my neighbourhood fucking qualifies as the British ‘hood’ but Id been lucky to avoid this. Ironically, I wondered what this situation would be like a year prior. Im convinced I can fucking foresee bad shit now and with anxiety that aint good. I froze mentally and I just said “Wooow, Im fucking scared- *friends name*, ignore him” and continued my work. I fucking mentally kicked myself for speaking but I genuinely didnt know what to do. Obviously not fucking that. He sat the full TWO HOURS at our table with this knife, jolting forward mockingly and switching who he pointed it at. The knife btw was from that very room as it was graphics and art. Teacher didnt even notice though honestly Ive had an entire class throw shit at me and call me a whore and the teacher in that class looked at me and TURNED AWAY. End of the day, I reported it to my actual graphics teacher when he returned and he told me he’d take this higher up and to get my parents. My home was only 5 minutes away but I had to walk alone when most the students were gone AND through a fucking alleyway. I always walked with my head low but that day I kept it high and tried to look brave because I genuinely thought he was waiting for me. That he was going to rape and kill me because he’s a pervert and Id just discovered a fucking violent one at that. I broke down at my door. Do you know how fuckin hard it is to look your parents who are dealing with two cancer patients and other issues in the eyes and tell them their ‘little girl’ had a knife to her through for standing up for herself? We went back, I described everything and even remember the yellow-orange handle just to get this kid punished? I even wrote an official police statement (well, the written witness account they add to their statement and evidence) and had to speak on mine and my friend’s behalf because she was that shook up. I never even used to speak for myself! He got expelled, but yknow what us jolly folk dealt with? Hearing kids and his mates mumbling about the ‘rat’ and how much of a cunt they were. Teachers and kids praise him for his art skills and even pin them on display EVERYWHERE (one - ONE - was a fucking self portrait and none of the staff seemed to find issue in that) and even an occassion where he came back into the school when he legally wasnt (trespassing). Do you know how hard it is to fucking avoid someone without raising suspicions from everyone around you in a narrow corridor? Im TALL too. I got NO support from this and felt on edge because he could easily sneak into school. I couldnt say shit because his stupid ‘spies’ were about. Just typing this is upsetting enough- I also know a rl Angel who’s like him minus the sexual harassment. She’s... I never used to like her and visa versa but we actually get along really well now, even though she can be creepy and perverse- But she wouldnt be my type either nor I with her. Often we really fuck each other off but we can also bond great. Another incident reminds me of Husk’s candid photo. Ive had people keep my photo despite me saying not to however I had someone SOMEHOW at that school one the fuck up that. There was a cut out from a magazine of a lady who looked like my DOUBLE except she was asian. Now I thought this was cool and it made me feel sorta pretty. This one girl showed everyone and the teacher, pretty much everyone was like “Oh shit that really is you, C!” and it was harmless fun at first. Until I wanted the picture. Again, this woman looked EXACTLY like me. Yet this girl refused and said she wanted to keep it and even carried it around in her pencil case. Yes it wasnt me but due to the similarities, this photo was called me (tbf the fuckin pic got more respect than I did-). This isnt the only creepy instant between me and this girl but the photo reminds me of it. And this tops people keeping photos OF me which happened in primary school. This was me but legal at that time. And asain. It was super fucking neckbeardy the way she treated this photo and stared, often stroking it and looking at me. I just hope she was only trying to scare me. Theres one final instance of a sexual assault but Im just not yet ready to be public about it. 2 here already know. Those are some of my rl experiences and more to come (unfortunately) that show these behaviours in real life. It seems - it comes across - that sexual harassment, MORE SO TOWARDS MEN, is seen as some punchline and not something legitimately horrifying or dangerous. It’s not cute. It’s fucking FAR from it.  Ive already mentioned how putting two addicts together can lead to relapsing, dependence on each other in an unhealthy way. And Ive even mentioned what Angel needs in a relationship in the RD post. Luckily for you, I’ll copy and paste it here: “ We need to think about where both are mentally. What benefits would a relationship give both? How would they be good and bad for each other? For Al, aside from his outdated views and being a fucking murderer and narcissist, he actually seems in a good mindspace for a relationship IF he opted to be in one. Angel however has a very immature mindset, likewise is in a phase of life where hes bed hopping. IF he were to be in a relationship, I’d say he needs a male equivalent of Cherri - someone with a similar mindset yet some differences, willing to have fun and in touch with their younger side, down to cuddle, open to share and receive love as well as not afraid to publicly be affectionate with him, someone who sees him as more than just for sex, someone fun, someone who’ll let him embrace his cutesy side publicly without shame - Cherri is younger so maybe someone who’s his age or slightly younger perhaps? I think Angel’s not retirement home ready to settle and needs someone on his level that can cuddle and chill as well as feels free and youthful enough to go wild with him. In one sense, he’s got a teen girl sorta mindset (dont put him with a teen though, it’s fuckin weird-). He needs someone positive and raw, someone to let him be himself as well as someone comfortable to be themselves around him. He has a habit of latching onto unobtainable men (in psychology, this is self sabotaging subconsciously): Travis the client, Val a pimp, Husk (emotionally unavailable and needs HEAVY self work - interestingly far more than Angel - plus he’s still onto his last relationship and an addict to gambling and alcohol), Pent who’s the enemy he was currently fighting (inappropriate timing), Alastor who’s not interested in another but his own needs [selfish, VERY bad for a relationship]. Subconsciously he’s self sabotaging on purpose. There’s many psychology books as well as sources online for this, if you’re interested. Either way, Angel is drawn to men either like his father [who dislike him, shun him, or are otherwise cold, abusive or just blatantly dislike or otherwise dont care about him] or anyone with money to fuel his drug addiction/’debt’ to Val. Going with any of these men isn’t a good idea. Preferably, Angel needs someone who he doesnt immediately crush and obsess over. Someone who he doesnt sexually harass or assault. Someone he can build a connection with quickly that can bud into romance (think how Chaggie started as a friendship which clicked immediately). Maybe even someone he doesn’t expect to fall for but does so anyways. It would be more realistic as Viv wants as well as more healthy. That for once he isnt sex or money craved instantly, thus doesnt sexually harass/assault and is given a proper chance to develop and grow a friendship and love. Someone who isnt an addict. Someone with an on-par mindset where they click. Someone open to love. For any chance of a good relationship, Angel needs to be with anyone BUT who we’ve already seen. There’s too much toxicity that’ll be swept under the rug and justified otherwise. Too much shit to fuel homophobes in terms of gay stereotypes. Even though Ive focused a fair bit on Angel, it’s NOT just about Angel. That’s something fans forget. Some he depends on or someone who depends on him in the long term wont last and will be very dangerous to both. Just because you suffer, you dont then deserve to be rewarded with ‘something nice’. You dont get to have everything youve ever wanted. Giving him any of these blokes [minus Val] gives him a pass. Gives him what he wants. I get Viv loves him but life doesnt work that way. True lasting growth comes from learning that. Acceptance and growth. You dont get everything you want and sometimes thats a GOOD thing. He’s not a spoilt kid who gets everything he asks for, he’s YOUR creation. If you really wanted what your creations deserve then you need to research and be realistic with it. Because hes starting to feel like a shitty Gary-Stu at this rate.” Sorry for that copypaste clusterfuck. Copy paste is not my forte lol Now Husk. Remember Big? Probably not after the info overload, but if you do GREAT. Big needed love, patience, understanding, someone who could help him, someone who understood and respected his boundaries. I spent so much damn time and now he cuddles up and exposes his tummy because I make him feel understood, loved and safe. He NEVER purred or meowed (why would he need to meow when he didnt speak to humans?) but now he does. He lives on the streets of a neighbourhood with rough folk. He used to draw blood and go rabid on my arms. But I was patient and showed him that I understood his reasons but that he was safe with me and had no need to strike out. I never pushed his boundaries let alone doing it multiple times (the rl angel I know is fucking skilled at pushing cat’s boundaries and wonders why they all huddle up to me and avoid her lol). Husk is an unavailable man. Romantic/Sexual love does NOT heal his wounds. But thats the only thought fans and the team have given on his side. He needs love to ‘fix’ him. The WORST reason to get with someone. Theyre not a project and you arent a fucking miracle worker. Treat them as an equal. He needs a good friend. JUST a friend. Like Big, he needs patience, trust, understanding, and extensive help (arguably more intense than Angel’s). He needs to love himself a bit more FIRST. Someone who respects his boundaries INSTANTLY. Someone relatable and similar, open to love not just sex and not as troubled (if they are, they need to handle it way better, healthily and overall be in a good mindspace). Viv can ship whatever the fuck tickles her fancy, but once your passion project becomes public and funded, you have set responsibilities on how to address and handle sensitive issues as well as having to accept criticism. If Husk goes sober in the name of love (ESPECIALLY with the guy not respecting his boundaries and sexually harassing him), then it’s a fucking INSULT to alcoholics.  I know a few rl Husks but there’s one that anyone who knows me enough knows the man I hold closest to my heart was an alcoholic and spitting of Husk. That’s why Husk’s character means so much to me. But there’s only 2 here who know a bit more of this man. This is something Id hoped to not share so soon, nor as messy. And Im already getting waterworks because this is FAR from easy. I guess Husk became the very thing *I* needed in order to face this. This man was my grandfather. WAS. I cant even fucking accept that. I was a fucking child. I feel stupid being so open about this over some stupid cartoon but it just shows the real life effects this has on REAL fucking people. This man was old and lonely. Always at the pubs. He taught me card games, card tricks and card magic as well as one of his own sons dealing with a gambling addiction. I feel so fucking stupid crying about this- I dont want to open up but its the only way I feel I can get people to understand my side in all of this. This man was a fucking MESS. A closed off, lonely, grumpy old bastard. He lost his love because of his alcohol addiction and never found love again. Never got over that woman. (Shes still kicking and we’re close - im keeping some things under wraps between them as its not my place). Gave up on life and love. Worked hard at his fixation on cards and puzzles, as well as crass jokes and knowledge. But he was very lazy otherwise. Bitter and angry. And you know what? He was my world. I love this man with every fiber of my being because he was the first person to love and accept me for me. He treated me as an equal and helped me grow as a person. In fact... He was only ever happy around us kids. He had hope again. Protected me. He used to hate gays and blacks and you know what? He taught HIMSELF as to why that was shitty thinking. He taught ME about differences in people and to accept it. He taught me that you dont always have to understand to accept. He taught me poker and... swears admittedly. He was a beautiful soul that was broken inside. He needed to love himself. But you know what actually fucking happened? You know what I watched as a kid? I watched as he smoked until every morning he woke throwing up phlegm just to BREATHE. I watched as sometimes the light in his eyes died and through smoke breaks and early drinking how he’d sometimes slip and show me his pain. And we’d have deep talks about it and the world and everything. How alcohol ruined his life yet he craved it. His scent. I remember arguments I wasnt supposed to overhear and growing up seeing him fucking DIE slowly in a hospital bed. The man he was ended up as a fucking husk. His skin was bloated and purple, he was half machine on how much shit he was hooked up to. How he was barely a man at all. He was dying of cancer and he fucking knew and never told us. His cancer meds gave him horrid hallucinations. And I practically spent most of my time in that hospital because TWO people had cancer. Two stunning people had fucking stupid bastard cancer. He was a fuck up. He was flawed to shit. But seeing glimpses of the real him was a fucking ethereal experience. He made me feel like a PERSON. And all we could do in the end was watch him just die. He WANTED to die and you could see it but hed only eat around us to fake fight out of his own hubris and not wanting to let us down. That year, I watched 2 of the only people who ever gave a shit about me die the most dishonourable deaths God could have gave them. Years prior I watched his son gamble EVERYTHING away - his lover, his house, his everything. Hes a moderate gambler now with a partner who never had a history of any addiction. She helps keep him in line as he helps her. But most nights I fucking dream of this shit. I cant even think about my hero because I fucking weep. I still have nightmares. Im still up thinking how I could have saved him from himself when it’s him who was the only one able to. I have to live my life with those memories and I was just a kid. Im a full woman and Im still haunted by it. Even that year is blasphemy and I fucking hate it. I want to take him in my arms, hold him and tell him he’s enough. That its ok and he can get through this. Anything that reminds me of him, I love because I know the other side. The real side. The side not tethered to vices. When I see people like that, I pray they see themselves like that too and I want to help them see it. Tell them that they can live again. It’s better than fucking decaying in a hospital bed. That when people make this sorta shit into a cute quirk it’s not. And it’s dickheads like me who have actually seen it play in the real world to REAL people they love. They arent a fucking accessory to fix for your own narrative. They arent a fuckin performing monkey. At least with Rick and Morty it’s kinda humorous and never played for some shitty toxic ship to appeal to everyone who’s never had to face that shit themselves. And Im like my old man but with more hope and no addiction. I drink and I gamble but I’ll never let myself get that low. Because I honour him but Im not as fucking saft. I wont allow it even though it’s a fucking battle. Those addictions are in the blood. My family history. Its always been so fucking normal. I’ll never knock someone for an addiction or try to preach them out of it because theres often pain fueling it, but I’d never encourage it or toxic faux cures and stupid romance promises as some bullshit MLM remedy either. I KNOW it’s fiction but I want people to see the real side. I want VIV to see the real side. Id willingly for FREE fucking sing that shit if it meant spreading a good message. Because this is fucking hell. FIXING IT: The ship’s basis is too set in stone now - too familiar to change. Best is to never let it be canon. Because you know what else it teaches? That rOmAnCe cures all. Not therapy. Not rehab. Not any REAL work. Just fuck and date it all away as if it’s that easy. It’s a mockery! I tried to be professional about this but when the media bombards this shit constantly, the has the AUDACITY to play like it’s giving a good message is salt to the wounds. A kiss with a fist. An old man dont care for the petty teen drama that Angel and Cherri (even fuckin Al) thrive on. Want this to send a good message still? Angel hates rejection and thinks everyone wants him. Have Husk reject him. Especially because no one should go out with someone whos sexually harassed them there. Been there, done that got the fuckin tshirt. Have Husk reject Angel the way Gravity Falls has Wendy reject Dipper. It helped Dipper move on and mature, and this is what Angel needs for growth and to be more humble.  Husk would be a fucking excellent mentor to Angel, a friend and protector, someone who shows him the ropes like Grunkle Stan like a grandfather figure. To not fall for his mistakes. Husk would be a better expert than any of them plus it balances the power dynamtic. It’s healthy and realistic. Touches the topic with the sensitivity it needs. Not everything needs a ship or romance. Wounds healed that way dont stay healed long. Angel seems more fitting as a son like figure, and he can play that dad like role for him. And if any of the team EVER saw this, fucking take this idea. Its YOURS. FREE. FOREVER. If we wanna play this NDA but still reblog some of the story telling arts and have some of our team indulge in it. I wont sue. Fucking TAKE IT if it means doing this shit right because Spindlehorse have beautifully triggered so many different people and their different traumas to please teenagers sexual fantasies, their own kinks and for a jolly good joke.  This is a bastard long read and Ive had to face the traumas again but if good can come from it then I’ll GLADLY dance this duet again. Stans, Antis, dont even TEMPT interaction. You arent brave sending suicide threats behind a screen, youre a coward and a waste of oxygen. I WANT Hazbin and Helluva to succeed. I want Viv and her crew to do well. Trust me, I wouldnt waste my time if I didnt give a shit. Viv is fucking gifted and its being wasted if it’s not at her full potential for the approval of a rabid army of kids and immature adults who dont know any better (stans and antis). I know she would like a good and decent fanbase. Stans and antis arent it. Tagging you folks because it’s long but yall actually helped me have the courage to open my trap to this. Screenshots are coming later though all of what Ive said is easily sourced. But this has been days, Im sick, im tired, ive been upset facing my own traumas. If any tags wanna help then by all means but otherwise. @honesthazbinarchives, @siaesnow​ (also added age still bc despite the lack of physical aging, theres also the mental aspect and experiences as well as power dynamics side to it, in case youre wondering), @noirellearts, @enchantedchocolatebars​, @galemalio​ (thank you for letting me weep like a bitch), @angel-blitz​, @critical-hazbin​, @what-the-hazbin​, @hazboobhotel​, @pineapple-critiques-stuff​, @devils-advocutie​, SORRY AGAIN FOR BEING A LIL BITCH FOLKS, I feel awkward like my teen years but yeah- fuck it Im old and imma rot soon anyways. If this experience can help then Ill be glad.

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♔︎ 𝑆𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑤𝑖𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑠 ♔︎

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢 // Some members experience what its like their only female member getting a numbers.

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 // Karma Yoon + Hyung Line + Han Jisung + Yang Jeongin (Maknaes are sleeping❤ Mention: Exo Kai, Astro Eunwoo)

𝙴𝚛𝚊 / 𝚈𝚎𝚊𝚛 // 2018

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 //

Karma is a really pretty girl, and she knows it but doesn't boast about it since she finds people like that terrible unless she knows they are doing it in a joking manner.

So in that result she has gotten a lot of sandwiches before she debuted with Straykids she either throws them away if its a hook up or wanting a relationship or actually finds a person she has been wanting to be friends with and text them.

For example Exo Kai, he didn't really wanna date her more of a collab kind of thing and he put it saying he just want to collab. She looked at videos of him and she liked his vibe and accepted it. Now they are really good friends. You see she has been wanting to be friends with Eunwoo from Astro since Nova is pretty good friends with him and she finally got an opportunity.

"I HAVE SANDWICHES EVERYONE!" Their manager yelled making the members look at him. He handed the member 2 sandwiches each with their names on it, but he handed Karma 3, she raised an eyebrow at him.

"Uh, I don't know they gave me three for you, I dont know wh-"

"Shh its fine I know why." She cut him off grabbing the sandwiches. Chan raised an eyebrow at her.

"You know why?" He questioned her.

"Yes I do." She mocked him giving him a face.

"Why?" I.N asked her innocently, she was caught off guard in her mind contemplating if she should just say, either a guy wanting to talk/hook up or because she ordered more.

"Uh-"

"She must be hungry." Minho cut in he smirked, Karma glared at him.

"Yeah Im just hungry I.nnie." She smiled at him messing up his hair a little walking to a desk now contemplating if she should open them or not....she though eh fuck it.

She opened them while the boys were looking at her. The first one was empty most to her and her members relief. She opened the second one and there were 2 numbers she read them she rolled her eyes and crumbled them. The boys felt relief when she did and felt reassured that she won't keep the ones in the third....boy were they wrong.

She opend the third one and saw a familiar number, she smiled when she read the back it was the one and only Eunwoo from Astro wanting to just, again JUST be friends and she sighed in relief and stuffed the number in her bra got to turn around to see Chan right behind her staring down at her.

"What?"

"You got numbers?" He questioned.

"Yeah, three...why?" She questioned him back.

"Hand them." He layed out his hand, she glared at him she placed them in his hand and smiled.

"Thats not all of them." She raised an eyebrow at him.

"What do you mean?" She retaliated.

"The one you stuffed in your bra." Minho said looking her then eyes quickly like pointing at her boobs with his eyes and quickly looking back up. She cocked her head at him.

"I dont want to give you it." She said not giving up.

"And why is that?" Jisung questioned her, now quite curious on who it is, especially if it got Karma's attention.

"He is a guy who wants to be friends thats all." She said clarifying. Chan scoffed.

"Please every guy wants to be friends." She raised an eyebrow at him.

"Minho oppa just looked at my boobs but do I call him a perv?"

"Well-"

"HEY"

"No, no I don't."

"Well thats different." Chan said. Karma gave him a are you kidding me face.

"Listen here buddy, I know when I see a sincere guy, especially an idol Ive met plenty of guys that have lied to me about being friends Im not an idiot, and I've been wanting to meet him since, again since Nova knows him." She said pointing at his chest.

Chan made an :o face knowing Alya just doesn't make any friends. He gave an adorable awkward smile.

"Sorry." He said sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck.

"Its fine, I understand you're looking after me, and I don't like going out with guy that I dont know but this one is an exception since one of Blackpink members knows them." She waved him off taking the numbers from his hand and throwing them away.

"And either way...." She dragged on walking towards Minho with a sly smile now sitting on his lap, with him raising an eyebrow.

"I would never cheat on my oppa~" She sang playfully. Chan shook his head at her.

"YA, what about me." Changbin yelled at her. She glared at him.

"Not my problem that you are the 2nd lead."

"YA"

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Green Eggs and Ham: “Train” Review or A Little Better Now (Patreon Review for Emma Fici)

Hello you happy people and all aboard! We’re back on the Green Eggs and Ham Train for a Train themed episode. Train. As you can tell I like trains... admitely I don’t see enough episodes et on them and I don’t buy books or obess on them but I like the idea of a train, the comfort, the use of a mode of travel that was once common but is now simply used on occasion with the dawn of air travel, and it confining our heroes to a smaller space with limited room to move. it’s good stuff. I even tolerae the band train... I mean yes their music is okay at best, but the lyrics.. are wonderfully delightfully insane. Who else would use a garbage bag as a genuine romantic metaphor?

When last we left off things ere a bit ehhhhhhhhhhh: Sam went from delightfully quirky with some issues ot adress to annoying, and Michelle went from kin dof a bitch ot ENTIRELY THAT BITCH. Outside of Guy’s mental breakdown/heatstroke episode involving hallucinations of green eggs and ham, yes that did in fact happen, it wasn’t much to write home about and I worried the series simply had a good PILOT but the series itself wasn’t going to be fun sit through. 

If I was right or I was rilla.. will have to wait till after the cut. But first as always i’d like to thank the person who payed for this episode Emma Fici. Emma is one of my closest friends and one of two patreon patreons. If you’d like a reivew of your choice eveyr month guarnateed, then please hop over to patreon.com/popculturebuffet and back me at the 5 dollar level. You also get access to my exclusive discord where I ocasoinally post about work in progress stuff and tlak to my falns, to pick a short any time I do one and EXCLUSIVE review, as well as helping me hit my stretch goals. So line up, sign up then join me under the cut. 

So we pick up where we left off with Guy hurtling into a lake. Eh I dunno i’ve heard being naked ina  lake is pretty neat. 

All you’d have to do is take off the hat and your there. But Sam saves him wiht the weird train of hats he put at the end of the car for some reason, and our heroes are saved.. but down a vehicle. Oh and Sam’s vehiclular neglgence costs a bunch of fish their home.

And our heroes are without a car and Guys at the end of his rope with Sam.. I mean granted he’s been there since he met the guy but it’s down to like the tiniest thred, not helped by Sam casually stealing his wallet to pay for train tickets depsite Guy , UNDERSTANDABLY, not wanting to hang out with the guy who has stolen with him, gotten him implicate din animal trafficing and dosen’t really respect personal space. Also it’s taken me embarassingly long to remember Micheal Douglas played my boy Hank Pym in the Ant Man and the Wasp films. Seroiusly I don’t know HOW I forgot that, him being aged up and thus unable to do ANY of the things he is constnatly denied credit for in canon (Founding the avengers, being the first ant man.. and the first goliath and the first yellow jacket and the first giant man.. and the only doctor pym...).. but instead the film kept his troubled nature and ego, but removed the domestic abuse (which is something I will not go into but needless to say the comics version went above and beyond to try and make up for that and redeem himself soley because it was the right hting to do) and by making im older still gav ehim a roll as Scott’s mentor. What i’m getting at is I freaking love Hank Pym and I could’ve been making hank pym jokes for several episdoes now. That’s a mistake I itned to recitfy.. right away as Guy looses his suitcase as a result of it and whie he lcaims not to be bothered his voice says otherwise. Eh i’m sure the world can wait for ultron Guy. 

So anyway, Guy reluctantly agrees to the train travel idea and being parked across from Sam on the grounds he has no real other options. Meanwhile the BAD GUYZ.. and i’ve also decided to drop spoilers as the series is two years old, most people reading this have probably seen the series, and it makes analysis rough when I have to dance around spoilers. So yeah the BAD GUYZ aren’t villians.. kind of a dickhead on the blue guys part, but not EVIL. They figure out their going by train it’s a whole thing.

ON the train we run into michelle again...

Yeahhh for the first half she’s as inusfferable as she was the last two episodes and it lead me to believie the rest of the series was going to be constant suffering as she’d be in every episode, likely because they DID get Diane Keaton for this and you don’t waste Diane Keaton. You just don’t. But while they got their money’s worth in having her on screne wise they just..w asted her for the first 2 and a half episodes: Michelle is a judgemental, unpleasnt suffocating bitch and it’s going to take a lot , even if this episode helped, to make me truly like her as a person. 

Case in point her first two scenes this episode are just.. dragging her daughter past a play place uncarring about her feelings because while I DO get she cares about her child’s saftey and is terrified afte rloosing her husband.. it dosen’t EXCUSE her actions. It dosen’t forgive her locking her daughter up constanlty, not talking to her like a human being and oh yeah PUTTING A FUCKING LOCK ON HER SHE CAN CONTROL.  I mean my god I don’t think they INTENDED for her to come off as abusive as she does, and i’ve seen far worse inteitonally and untietionally, but it’s still not remotely plesant. There is a larger issue baked into that the episode brings about, but we’ll get to that. 

And naturally at breakfast.. she procedes to top herself. ONCE AGAIN she treats guy like trash as guy UNDERSTANDABLY didn’t want to talk to her after her previous layers of bullshit which, just as a refresher, involved insulting his invention constnatly (even if it turned out ot be dangerous she did not know that till the last second) then refusing to help a man BAKING in the desert and mocking him to his face. 

So yeah unsuprisingly instead of you know, APOLOGIZING for that episode or anything else she mocks him again and calls him sad. I just.. I get they were trying to have her come off as a jerk and then slowly develop.. but you can’t overdue the jerk part. It has to be juts the right amount and if it is this much there has to be a commpuance. There is none as far as I can tell because god is a spiteful two faced prick. 

So naturally Sam forces the two parties together, and orders green eggs and ham for everyone, except guy who refuses. We do get a really great bit though as EB turns down the idea and we get a tremendous rant from Micheal Douglas as he talks about how a girl in his clash, veyr likely just him, got a rash from tring new things and you shouldn’t and to watch out for the scarlet beetle he’ll steel your ants and try to conquer your planet and is not a guy in a costume but in fact an actual beetle. EB naturally tries it. 

We get a brief interlude with Snerz that’s funny enough: he outright calls his visotrs flunkies, they enter to the song money, and his minon throws dollar bills at their feet. I imagine this is what visitng Mar a Largo is like. They turn up his noses until he mentions getting a chickarffe for his animal crutelty wall. And i’m torn about Snerz. On one hand he can be generally entertaining in his dickery.. but ont he other I do question why he’s in EVERY episode. We don’t NEED him in eveyr one and I feel he’s only in them because Eddie Izzard was expensive so they had to get him as a regular to justify the cost. We really DONT’ need this scene funny as it is and it adds nothing so far. Maybe i’m wrong and these guys end up being important. I don’t know. 

So yeah so far this episode was miserable getting through and I expected it to be another long sit... I was wrong. The second half.. is really damn good and reminded me why I liked this series so much. No really. We get two stories,both really good following one half of each pair teaming up. As for why their split Guy is annoyed with Sam, as well as dosen’t want him letting the chickaraffe out because you know lots of people dosen’t want ot go to jail and leaves to find a quiet place to work on watching paint dry while Michelle tucks a sleeping EB in, her first really truly humanizing moment, which should NOT have taken three episodes but hey, i’ll take it, and goes to find the same.

So starting with Sam and EB, naturally Sam takes all of a minute to let his buddy out and it gets loose on top of the train. EB hears the familiar sound and gives chase and the two meet properly. After Sam covers for his buddy and realizes the creature is asleep in his car safe now, he properly talks to EB and we get a truly magical sequnece: The two talk with Sam whoelheartdly supporting her free spirit and finally giving the girl what she badly needed: someone who treated her not as something to be tied down but you know.. a child who just wants some expression and as she literally lets her hair down, It’s truly adorable and it just has a magical quanitity as they enjoy the beautiful view from the train top. 

Granted this takes at urn later when EB brings up her mom, and Sam.. supports her mom, pointing out she’s just looking out for her.. which she is but in a deeply unehalthy way and I don’t like the show just.. brushing over Michelle’s terrible actions because “she’s her mom”. But it’s also hard to tell if they are: Sam’s mom left him as we’ll find out, so he likely colors his memories of her rosey and simply envys EB still HAVING hers. It’s not BAD stuff but I don’t like a work saying “You should love your family just beacause your related”. Instead of because they lovea nd support you and if they dont’ love you or treat you remotely well or don’t give an ass about you fuck them. Thankfully I DO love my family and have no issues with them, my immediate family at least, but i’ve had friens with downright abusive or neglectful parents. It’s not that black and white. Ducktales also hammered in the family theme but was transparent in how it can me messy, harm each other and that it took true love and consideratoin for it to work at it’s core. 

It’s still not a terrible scene and what comes next is neat as earlier it was shown the train has loops, because Seussworld, and now that’s a problem because their on top of it. Michelle’s jail braclet thing ends up coming in handy the first loop, as while she can’t unstick it means she and sam can suririvie it. They do get it loose, turns out the password was indeed password, because of course, and they end up narrowly suriving a roller coaster bit of track, with the help of MR. Jenkins who I can finally name because EB names her in the next scene. Understanding her need for a pet, Sam deputizes her, and gets her back in bed in time for the next plot. 

Speaking of which winding back a bit as these two go back and forth, Guy goes through two rather hilarious cars: First a bath car that has a bubsby berkely style water number and then a model train car.. with the train on the track showing guy watching guy watchin gthe train etc. 

It’s great. Guy ends up finding the quiet car.. and Michelle. And in her first scene of acting like a human being and not if julie powers was a soccer mom, Michelle, while standosfish as usual, not only unites with guy to shush a loud guy in the car, but is genuinely apricative when Guy helps her get her place back, she was doing some literal bean counting. 

The two genuinely hit it off, first with some adorable silent bits and then by talking, with Michelle appreciating his now safer job and warming up to him. Keaton and Douglas have GENUINE chemestry and it annoys me itt took the series this long to use that instead of wasting Diane Keaton on being 

It’s really great stuff and i’m actually rooting for the two.. once she gets her shit together obviously. Guy does make the mistake of lying abotu knowing about the chikcaraffe.

This ends up being bad as he finds out EB knows the next day and after she leaves the car RIGHTFULLY tears the fuck into same for getting him accused of crime, stealing from him and now puttin ghim in a precarious situation. While Guy DID lie, he idd so well meaningly and trying to impress someone whose ineherntly judgmeental. Douglas also does REALY well in the scene, calling sam out but it dosen’t feel cruel.. it’s justified. While guy is miserable and does need to work on himself.. Sam also needs to work on himself and is putting guy in serious danger just by forcing him into his animal smuggling scheme. 

So Guy leaves.. and naturally given the unvierse hate shim runs into the BAD GUYZ, who aren’t much better. No really they refuse to belieive guy might be innocent, use excessive force on everyone. They have better GOALS than sam but I woudln’t really call them good people. Smash to black and we’re out. 

Final Thoughts:  This one was better. As I said the first half or rather third drags slightly but once we get to the two seperate plotlines it’s REALLY damn good stuff and reminded me what the series was capable of in character in creativity. Hopefully it keeps this up

Next Time on the Blog: We return to mewni for the penultimate chapter of season 3 as Moon and Eclipsa have some fundemtnal disgareemnts on how to handle Meteora that wind up costing both dearly. 

See you at the next rainbow

[startwithbrooklyn]

THE GREAT ND REWATCH OF 2021 / OCTOBER 4, 2019 // the party

again w the first 2 minutes of the next episode to keep the dates 🙏🏻

"if only i could get myself a new father, too" WELL SWEETIE! here ya go! 😅 ("you already have a barbie dad at home" "thats a fake dad, i want a real dad")

-"ohhhhhhh" charlie 😂

-"someone needs a spin on the chore wheel" - i honestly cant see victoria doing the chore wheel. it definitely sounds like a george thing. what if george went to parenting classes with victoria drunk/asleep taking the notes to help raise her sisters

-"with the exception of one vandal" i was SO CONFUSED by this statement for ages but i finally figured it out 😅

-"kate would have been happy to see it" oh nick. if only you knew her truth

-ace surrounded by all these romantic interruptions lmaoooo

-"hi bessie!!" 😍😭💙

-"need any help?" i get that this quote is to show how george has parenting well in hand but this also reminds me of when george went to the beach in ep 2 to help the crew w the morgue and then overheard nancy and nick talking and left

-"with everything that's happened" so does owen know?

-"my closest relative is not my blood relative" i get that shes had like. 12 hours to process this but this statement acknowledges a relationship for nancy and carson not based on blood which is very against what nancy said/felt previously and throughout

-"yours is like a moped with a roof" in ep 3 ryan mocks carson's "dad car" but in the end ryan's the one with the dad car 🙂

-BESS 😂😭🙈 and "lets hope the agleaca doesnt feed off of negative energy" it kinda does tho!

-what was ace decrypting for owen? paperwork diana is going through from the next ep? (similar stuff to tiffany's flashdrive? how did she get thet stuff btw? and when were she and ryan married? how long has she been digging up skulls?)

-ryan omgggggg i hate how his kid has to take control of the situation bc he cant handle adult interaction appropriately (and "i'm sorry for your loss" im sure ryan is sick of that phrase by now) ryan + women/losses v gains : losing lucy, tiffany, george, potentially his mom (disappointed d/t everett) and gaining nancy (and regaining lucy via)

-"do you think you would have tried to-" i really wonder what she was gonna say here. i guarantee it was gonna be some version of "ask for help" as in "do you think you would have tried to get some other adults involved or ask for opinions from a social worker or something" and enter carson & kate. i guarantee she was trying to envision a situation in which ryan had her but carson and kate featured anyway

-ryan vs carson -->nancy<-- ryan vs owen : asking ryan to help save carson (ace/poisoner) / wondering if owen dies here / would ryan have saved carson in that ep if he knew they had taken nancy or would he have treated him like owen and let him die? (also, ryan is weirdly prophetic about owen's death here)

-"what the hell is wrong with you?" ryan to everett and "what is WRONG with you?" nancy to ryan

-"don't blame genetics. because people make choices."

-she seems SO shocked that ryan would actually leave her there after she screamed at him lmaoooo like sis the entitlement

-"i dont even understand some of the words you're using" CARSON 😂

-DIANA damn bc of a wedding speech?? i fuckin love her tho and her actress too soooo classy

-owen: -sees nancy- -immediately dumps other people to go to her- // shades of blue again! (+he wants to introduce her to the family 😭)

-okay but babies DO look alike

-"and are they haunted by lucy sable?" **

-"what if you hadn't needed me?" parallels how nancy wasn't going to be told either- ryan and nancy are equals in their haunting in ways that carson was unequal to nancy in grief. *this and the previous statement i will explain de jure at the end of tomorrows ep to recap the whole season

-"that's the first time i've believed you actually cared about something" vs "finally. a straight answer"

-"are you alright?" she finally doesnt lie

-ryan and carson sizing each other up lmaooo and ace with the save as always

-"they're not my friends" vs "i need you to save my friends"

-nancy's pain during ritual echoes lucy's birth giving (pain & noises) but nancy is with ryan this time while lucy had to go through it alone

-how many fucking times does bess put her foot in her mouth??

•"murderer on the loose" in front of nick

•bess in george's office with ryan

•"you slept with my cousin!" in front of nick

•"george slept with nancys dad" to george

which is honestly contrasted with george, who makes the succinct observations: "you mean do it for you?" "oh, so this is a thing" "you mean rehab?" but george also outs peoples secrets like nancys mom dying and bess's van living to nick (only to nick tho lmaooo 👀🤔)

-so all these portents are things that happened to odette? hair shorn, bound and choked with rope, drowning in water with crabs and maggots crawling all over her, occasional fish hooks getting caught in her as she sinks (+dead in the water being so appropriate here, sadly)

~~~~~

-"i trusted you to be kind but look what it cost me"

and lastly:

-again with the truth telling and the straight up rejection! thats 0/2 lisbeth and john sander cancelling the supernatural

[cloudhayato]

*pulls up to the drive-through* can i get an imagine where y/n is bleeding out and dying and she asks xanxus (blood type o so he’s a universal donor 😍) if he would donate blood to her? and what his reaction would be?

Sure!! I tried to be as in character as possible and i dont remember the events of canon very well so im sorry fow any inconsistencwies >w<

You’re no stranger to conflict. It was abundant in the mafia, from territory disputes to hits on powerful individuals, you knew what you were getting into.

Still, you never imagined that you would qualify for the VARIA of all things. A completely elite squad that was a height barely anyone ever reached. Guess picking up languages from all those places you lived, and becoming adept at killing, really served you well in the end. You should probably be more worried about what that says about you, but you’ve thrown morals to the wind a long time ago.

But now wasn’t the time to get distracted. While you were familiar with conflict, this was on a scale you’ve never seen before. It had been ten years since you joined the VARIA as their cloud guardian, proving your skills when you saved their boss, Xanxus, from an assassination attempt while he was busy fighting off several other threats from the front. This had ended up with you getting very close to the man, and soon became one of his commanders.

That’s why he trusted you to join the fight with the Millefiore, where it was a desperate power struggle with numbers on par with armies. This was no small dispute, this was straight up war, and while stress and fear edge you on in the peripheries of your mind, looking your boss in the face gives you strength.

“Bel and Fran, you go together. Head east or some shit.” Squalo commanded. “Luss and Levi, you stay here in the main fortress.”

There was some objections from the group that you tuned out, too used to this nonsense to really care. You roll your eyes fondly when Squalo screams out his signature “VOI!” in frustration, and eventually getting having had enough, he ignores them and turns to you.

“Y/N you’re sticking with the boss. Make sure he doesn’t cause any trouble.”

You feel your heartbeat speed up at that order. Did Squalo want just you to stay by the boss’ side? Did he know something? You narrow your eyes, trying to read into any deeper meaning that the command may have, but he’s already turned around and barrelling through the trees. That signals everyone else to head off too, and now you really are alone with Xanxus.

He doesn’t look at you, eyes closed and head resting on his hand. It’s like he doesn’t even care that you’re here, but you’ve learned how to read him in the first few years. If he wasn’t actively murdering you, that meant he was tolerating your presence. The heat in your cheeks increased and you feel honoured by that notion.

You sit by his side for a few minutes, not really talking. There’s no other throne and you know he won’t let you share his, so you sit on the floor cross-legged like a child in a classroom. It’s demeaning, but you were willing to do it for Xanxus. He would never do it back for you, but you knew when things were really desperate, he would protect his fellow squad members with his life.

As if that was a taunt to fate, you perk up when you hear the trees outside the building I’m pretty sure you’re in rustle, and the next second the building comes down around the both of you. You use your propagation to turn your weapon, a stick, into a reinforced straw hut and hide inside as rubble bonks off the top. You’re barely focusing on that, though, your mind racing with one thought and one thought only.

We’re under attack!

When you’re sure it’s safe, you step out of your stick shelter in order to get a good view of your enemy. It was someone who looked surprisingly like Bel but more of a shaggy sheepdog look, and some other guy who didn’t really look like anyone you knew but had a water elephant, which was pretty interesting.

You listened to their words, trying to get an understanding of their goals, and then rage floods inside you. They wanted to hurt the boss? To hurt Xanxus? He was one of the people you cared for more than anyone, and you refuse to let that happen.

You jump in front of Xanxus, and are about to put your VARIA cloud ring into your box when you hear the sonic screeching of bats. It startles you for a second and when you go to look up, blood immediately explodes out of you in a disturbing and grotesque fashion. You fall to the ground, in utter pain and close to death, yet still clinging onto life.

It’s impossible for you to tell how long the battle went on, but you felt it clearly when it ended. That’s when Xanxus walked over to you, and stood over your bleeding and bruised body. Just staring.

“B-boss-!” You coughed, blood leaking out of your mouth as you did so. “I need you to- to donate me blood! You’re the universal donor!”

It was imperative that all VARIA squad members knew each other’s blood types, in case something happened on the battlefield and anyone needed a transfusion. No one actually knew Xanxus’ blood type except you, because you were close and he didn’t feel the need to hide that information when signing official medical insurance documents provided by the Vongola.

In fact, you were fully confident in how close you two were, that it took you by complete surprise when Xanxus’ gritted his teeth, and his scars increased all over his body.

“What did you say, scum?” He growled, voice harsh, like shattering glass.

You swallow, suddenly very afraid.

“Xanxus pl-”

“Are you trying to mock me?” He cut you off, still encased in his own fury. “You think just because my blood isn’t Vongola that you’re worthy of it? Huh?”

No, you didn’t think that at all! It didn’t matter to you at all where he had come from, you only cared about who he is now. The person you got to know and... And fall in l-

You never get to finish that thought.

“Die, trash.” Are the last words you ever hear, before the sound of a gunshot and everything goes black.

[theyoontomyjin]

Is This Fate? - 2

- CHAT FIC -

Pairing: Park Jimin & Jeon Jungkook

Summary: There is a God roaming Jeon Jungkook's college campus - a God with bleach blond hair, sweater paws, and the most beautiful smile he has ever seen. He'll get the courage to speak to him soon, he swears, and then he'll build a temple and worship this man's ass until the end of his days.

There is a wrong number on Jeon Jungkook's phone - a number belonging to someone named Diminie who is funny and kind, someone that gets him, someone that he can't stop thinking about.

***

Diminie

sorry if this is actually really weird but

i just had a horrible date and when I was wondering if love is a lie I remembered you

your story was so cute and I know it’s been a couple days but any progress???

JK

If by progress you mean have I seen God again yes

he was wearing a big blue sweater that nearly hit his knees and all I could think about was that he’s so smol I bet all my clothes would fit him like that

Diminie

so u like small guys then

JK

I guess? I never really thought about types

why was your date horrible

Diminie

that would be because my friend tae tae is an asshole

i love him but he keeps setting me up on blind dates

and im pretty sure they are all his rejects

but he says they are “nice” and he wants to help me “find the one”

I don’t think the one is going to be a 45 year old lawyer that keeps hinting that his office is really close to the cafe and i can see the tan line where his wedding ring usually is

JK

Ouch

Diminie

Yeah

anyway

that’s why i plan to live vicariously through you

Im going to help you get ya man and remind myself that love is not a myth

JK

you’re going to be disappointed then because im a lost cause

I can’t even say hi to this guy

he actually started walking down the hallway i was in today and i turned and hid in the bathroom for twenty minutes

Diminie

lmao

JK

u mock my pain

r u sure you’re not Yoongi hyung

Diminie

Nope

Although i swear i've heard that name

JK

he's pretty popular here on campus somehow

I've always thought he was so antisocial

But another friend of his pops up every week

I’m starting to think he pays them

Diminie

So you’re all in college then too?

Where do you go?

JK

Why? So you can find me and steal everything i have

Jokes on you i don’t have anything

Except a wall of ramen cups and my switch

Pls dont take my switch

Diminie

I have my own dummy

No just asking because i go to Konkuk

JK

oh shit me too

what's your major?

Diminie

dance education

i want to be a choreographer

U?

JK

Nice

film video and photographic arts is the official title

I like being behind a camera i guess

Haven't figured out what i'm going to do with it yet

Diminie

u still have time to figure it out im sure

What year

JK

Freshmen

Diminie

Yeah, you have plenty of time

I’m a sophomore this year and they are only just now starting to crack down on core classes and stuff

JK

Kinda weird that of all the wrong numbers it’s actually someone this close

But i guess your number is only one off from my friends so maybe not that weird

Diminie

and lucky for you i’m not a creep that will use this information for anything insane

JK

So you say

Diminie

true

thanks for the distraction btw

You probably weren’t expecting either of us to text again

but all of my friends are too nosy and “helpful” to talk to about the date

JK

i understand

If i tell my friends anything they take it on themselves to solve it for me

Because they think im five and cant solve my own shit

Diminie

Well to be fair to them your solution is to hide in the bathroom

JK

That was once

Maybe twice

Diminie

Just kidding

I understand tho

Tae Tae keeps throwing these guys at me like i can’t be happy unless im dating

Which im lonely and stuff sometimes since my friends are all off with their boyfriends all the time

But i think drowning me in bad dates is making it worse

JK

And you can’t tell him that?

Diminie

I could but he’d probably start crying and blame himself for make me sad

he’s just trying to help, i know

Anyway

This is getting sad

tell me about your man

JK

Ujdahfoawoef

there’s nothing to tell

I'm a coward that is going to die alone

Diminie

I have a test that i need to study for but ill leave you with a challenge

Say one sentence to him

u don’t have to say anything about liking him or use a pick up line

It could even just be you saying hello then running away

JK

Realistically that’s most likely what would happen

Good luck on your test

Diminie

Thanks! Let me know when you speak to him! I'm so curious!!!

***

[hazinhoodies]

Mal En Point (part xiv)

Koh!Harrison x Angel!Reader

A/N: hello its been a while but heres part fourteen. theres a lot of spots with just dialogue and im really sorry for that. also i’m thinking of abandoning this story. i feel like no one, myself included, is really excited for it and other reasons but i dont want to bore you. moodboard made by @wazzupmrstark and im so thankful for her

I suggest reading part 13 again to understand whats going on

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: uh insecurity and swearing

“So…” You dragged out the single syllable, getting King Harrison’s attention, “What’s with the kid?” You asked hesitantly. You’d wanted to ask earlier but not while Isaac was there and then you were too nervous to ask the King anything. Sometimes you just have to speak up though, so you did.

“Isaac?” He asks, turning his head around to look at you while you follow him back to the throne room from the main door, Isaac had just left and King Harrison had made sure he’d made it all the way out the gate of the yard before closing the door to the castle, “He’s just a kid. Nine realm years old. Big family and he’s the oldest so he kinda got pushed aside I suppose so I try to help out as much as I can”

You nodded along, you got a general idea but being an only child, you couldn’t quite understand. Couldn’t place yourself into his shoes.

“He’s a good kid, really” King Harrison continued, “His family was doing pretty bad before. They couldn’t afford food and Tom caught him on the grounds trying to take some food just after I’d become King” Harrison’s voice dries on the mention of his title, he hopes you don’t notice, “It was actually his idea to help them out”

So he wasn’t always an asshole. It was a question you wanted to pose out loud but you knew the answer that you’d get. King Harrison had already told you that he wasn’t but you hadn’t really believed him about it. You still weren’t sure if you did now. However, you had to admit that you felt infinitely more comfortable around the King than you had before. He always kept a safe distance away from you with his hands clasped either behind or in front of him. It made you feel comfortable despite how badly you wanted him to press his lips against your skin until it turns red and purple.

There’s an awkward moment of silence between the two of you before you pipe up with a curious question.

“How did Hell even come to be?” You ask, staring at a space on the black brick wall in front of you. You hear King Harrison chuckle from beside you, a smirk on his face. God you wanted it against your lips. “They don’t teach us in Heaven”

“Well, what do they teach you up there, angel?” For the first time, you feel like the term is not used in a derogatory way. It isn’t meant to mock or belittle you for what you are, were. The King used the term as an endearment, spoken softly, sweetly, under a laugh. Or maybe you’re reading into it.

“They tell us about Lucifer. That he craved power and fell, thus creating Hell. Anyone that was turned away at the gates to Heaven instantly went to Hell” Of course they told you this via much longer and much more boring lectures than what you just said to the King. They wanted to scare you in Heaven. If you feared what happened after falling, you’d be forced into obedience”

“But you never feared it, did you?”

“Not enough to stop me”

“So you’ve been planning your falling for a while now?” King Harrison furrows his brows together.

“Can you just answer the initial question?” You watch as King Harrison’s expression shifts into shock. You instantly go to backtrack, muttering out an apology for your outburst but the King started to laugh. You can’t shrink away no matter how much you try.

“Yes sorry about that” He lets himself calm down before starting but even still he could hardly wipe the smile off his face. It returned any time that he looked at you. You wondered why it made your stomach bubble with nerves.

“Hell always existed” He started. ”It wasn’t born from fallen angels who had defied God or the patriarchs. At first, the King and his family were the only ones that existed. But as angels fell they established a life here. Some were deemed unfit to survive here and were uh killed- you don’t have to worry about that though, it would have happened by now if someone was going to kill you-” There was an odd comfort to that sentence. Good that you weren’t going to be murdered but the way he phrased it irked you, “but as Hell gained more demons, the King grew more powerful. As the King grew more powerful, Hell grew. Both in population and size. It became an endless plane”

“So in theory, you should be the most powerful King”

“In theory, yes”

“But you’re not?”

“Wha- how do you know that?” King Harrison stutters out, instantly going to defend himself and his bloodline.

“You responded with ‘in theory’ not something like ‘I am’”

“That doesn’t mean that I’m not, that just means that I answered the question weird” You couldn’t help but notice how his word choice had changed. Harrison would be lying if he said that he wasn’t panicking even a little. Even though he had no reason to be, it was in his nature. His father taught him to never let anyone see you weak. Harrison had already made some exceptions to that and he didn’t want another. His father would be ashamed.

“So are you?”

“Yes. I am for a matter of fact” You cocked your head and looked at him curiously and it’s like he could hear the really? in his head. Fuck what his father taught him. “Okay. Fine. I’m not. I should be but I’m just… not. And I don’t know why”

You thought this would come as a shock to you but for some reason, it doesn’t. You can’t pinpoint why you feel as though you knew this. Like it was always there

“I’m getting better though” King Harrison interrupts your thoughts. His voice is filled with child-like glee, like when a kid shows their mom or dad a picture they drew or something new that they learned how to do. For the first time it occurs to you, even though the King of Hell is technically a full-grown adult, he’s still just a kid. A kid who was put in this position of power way sooner than anyone in Hell was prepared for. And they’re all still trying to cope. The population, Tom, and King Harrison included.

“Ever since Iezebel…” He trails off “I’ve uh. I’ve been getting stronger” Your heart melts at the proud smile he bears at his statement. he’s proud of himself and for that, you’re proud of him too.

“Do you miss her?” You blurt out the question but don’t take it back. You have a feeling King Harrison won’t mind your curiosity.

“Can I be entirely honest?” You nod and king Harrison’s gaze falls to the floor, “Not really. Not as much as I thought I would. I don’t miss her as my wife. I miss her as someone that I spent so much time with. If that makes any sense at all” He looks back up at you, met with an expression that he can’t quite decipher. But he knows it’s not negative. He knows that the smile flickering across your lips calms him down and that if given the chance you could probably read him better than anyone else ever could.

“I um, I should get going but I could show you back to your room.” King Harrison offers his arm for you to take but you don’t. It makes him a little sad, leaving a small sting inside his chest but he didn’t let it show. He hopes it didn’t

“I appreciate the offer, your highness, I think I can find my way back. I don’t want to waste your time”

“It’s not a waste of time, please I insist” When he sees the hesitance in your expression he continues; “It’s not too far. The same direction I’d be walking anyways” That was a lie, but he wanted to get a couple more minutes with you, even if there was no conversation.

Silently, you take his still extending arm, wrapping your arm loosely around it so your hand rest on his bicep. You walk in a comfortable silence towards your room. If you had been on your own you would’ve gotten majorly lost.

King Harrison stops walking and you stop with him in front of a door, you release his arm and he steps to face you.

“Thank you, your-”

“Please don’t call me your highness, or your majesty. Just call me Harrison.” He cuts you off.

“Well,” You start again, who are you to deny that request? The formalities made you slightly uncomfortable anyways. “Thank you, Harrison. You’re very kind”

“Have dinner with me,” Harrison blurts. “Tomorrow night. It can be just us. Or not if you’d prefer. I could get Harry or anyone that you’re comfortable with to join us really. I don’t want-”

“I’d love to” You cut him off to stop his rambling and the smile that breaks across his features is one of relief. It makes a smile find it way to your own lips, this one of joy. God he’s beautiful when he smiles. “You’ll have to find me and let me know when though. I don’t really have a grasp on how to know what time it is here yet,” You laugh at yourself in embarassment, though it's only mild.

“Tomorrow night it is then” He nods to confirm and the two of you stand there momentarily, you admiring him and him, you.

“Thank you again, Harrison,” You pipe up, “For helping me get back to my room”

‘You’re welcome, Y/N” He smiles and you can’t help but smile back as you go to open the door. “Have a lovely night” He places a small kiss on your cheek, making you blush and the smile on your face and Harrison’s grow. You entered your room and shut the door behind you before you were able to see how Harrison’s cheeks heated up as well.

—-

Harrison was supposed to be asleep long ago. He meant to. Dom told him frequently that every good King needs a good nights sleep. Harrison’s father would’ve told him the same, but his mother wouldn’t have. His mother would’ve reminded him that sleep is important for reasons other than being King. She would have told him that if he was tired he’d be irritable and that any decision made in anger, even a small one, is never sound. He can remember her singing him to sleep as a child. A comforting hand running along his arm and shoulder, or fingers pressing into the skin around his wings to soothe the growing pains as soft melodies in varying languages filled his ears. Harrison replays the memories in his head in hopes of falling back asleep but to no such luck. He decided to head down to the kitchen, get something warm and calming to drink. Maybe it’ll help get everything off his mind.

As Harrison heads down the multiple floors towards the kitchen, he passes some of his staff who ask him if he’s okay or if they can help him. He brushes them all off with something along the lines of I’m alright and then thanking them. He was always sure to thank them.

Upon arriving in the kitchen Harrison found it entirely empty. He breathed a sigh of relief. He didn’t want to deal with more people than he had to. There were no lights in the room so he tried his hand at illuminating some of the candles on his own. Much to his delight, the first two on the small island countertop flickered alive. The kitchen staff had started putting candles on the counters since he was young when they’d find him in the kitchen alone or with Tom in the pitch black. They didn’t bother asking questions, just put the candles in a spot they could reach and a matchbox since they were only kids, Tom could light them as he got older but Harrison hadn’t been able to until recently.

Harrison sat on the countertop watching colour leak out of the tea bag and sugar crystals dissolve in the hot water in his mug. If only dad could see you now he thought, chuckling at what his father would think.

Why are you slouching? That’s no kingly posture. There are bigger issues to tend to. Your girl problems are not important right now. She’s an angel, she shouldn’t even be here.

Harrison scoffs as he brings his tea up to his lips and takes a small sip, ignoring the way it burns its way down his tongue and throat. His eyes lift to the figure in the doorway.

Certainly not dressed as if he had just rolled out of bed, Tom steps into the kitchen precariously. Keeping an eye on Harrison as if he was some sort of threat, he stands on the other side of the island. Tom puts his hands on the edge and leans forward, finally breaking his gaze away from Harrison.

“Couldn’t sleep?” Tom asks, looking back up at Harrison who looks like a child who got caught raiding the fridge, eyes widened slightly and mouth pouted. The expression breaks into something more neutral that Tom was used to from Harrison.

“Uh yeah. Too much going on.” Harrison nods as he speaks, “What about you?”

“Found out that Lucius hasn’t come back from Earth yet. I was going to tell you tomorrow morning but I suppose nows as good a time as ever” Tom shakes his head, mostly at himself. It’s his fault and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t ridden with guilt. Harrison can tell. He could always tell when something bothered Tom.

Usually, with smaller issues, Tom can make a decision and let Harrison know about what he did. After all, that's pretty much the whole point of there being a right hand, a second in command of sorts. That’s what happened this time. There was an issue on Earth, angels meddling in human relations that weren’t their place. Tom decided to send Lucius to put a stop to it and told Harrison about it after Lucius had already left. Harrison told him that it was a dumb decision, that he shouldn’t have sent someone so young on their own. Tom should’ve sent someone older or sent Lucius with another demon. But the deed had already been done, it couldn’t be taken back from then. Now Tom knows that Harrison was right and it only makes his guilt worse. Harrison could read him. Instead of telling him I told you so he consoled.

“Even in the middle of the night, you don't stop working do you?" Harrison chortles, his attempting to lighten the mood falling flat when Tom doesn't look at him, instead just running a hand through his hair, messing it up and causing some curls to pop out of place. "We’d know if he was dead. Or at least I would” Harrison let his hands rest in his lap, still gripping the mug.

“I know. But what if they know that, Haz? What if that’s why he’s not dead yet? This wouldn’t be the first time that angels have done something horrible to our kind. I just” Tom sigh and shakes his head.

Wordlessly, Harrison places his mug next to him, hops off the countertop, reaches into the cupboard above him and grabs a mug similar to his own, filling it with water. He heats it in his hand while he rummages through the drawer for the tea that he knew was Tom's favourite before placing the tea bag into the mug and handing it off to Tom.

Tom accepts it with a smile and a quiet, “Thanks,” and adding sugar and milk. No matter how much the two of them fought and argued, they were still best friends. Still knew each other better than anyone else did. Harrison just wished Tom would stop challenging him on every decision. Tom wished that Harrison would stop making what he’d consider stupid decisions. Maybe he only saw them as stupid because they weren’t what he’d decide.

But he wasn’t King. Never would be.

“I’ll figure out where he is tomorrow,” Harrison says as he leans against the countertop, grabbing his mug from behind him. “I’ll go find him when I know where he is.”

“Haz, you can’t,” Tom says the words like they’re the most ridiculous thing he’d ever heard. Harrison looks at him with furrowed brows. “We need a King down here, besides it’s my fault. I should be the one to go get him”

“Tom it’s alright-”

“No, Harrison I’m not letting you go.” Tom shakes his head, “That’s final”

“Yessir” Harrison laughs, bringing his mug to his lips. Tom laughs too.

“Do you remember when we used to sneak down here as kids?” Tom says after a minute of silence.

“And used to take all the good snacks out of the fridge and cupboards?” Harrison replies.

“Yeah. Our fathers weren’t too happy about that were they?” Tom and Harrison both let out a chuckle.

“I don’t think anyone was too happy about that. Not much anyone but our dads could do though”

“Oh yeah you just pull out the prince card and everyone shut right up every time”

“Me? You could talk your way out of anything. I only pulled out the prince card on Lillian. She was the one person who wasn’t convinced” the kitchen is filled with laughter. In a way that it hadn’t been since the pair was young. They had climbed up the counters in an attempt to get the snacks that their mums had brought back from earth. But the staff had walked in for a final nightly check, only to catch the boys on the counter grasping for the bright green box which was just that little bit too far back.

“Oh, whatever. Same thing” Tom rolls his eyes as the laughter in the room dies down, both of the boys left with childish grins on their faces, now empty mugs in their grasp.

“You should get to sleep. Before you do anything stupid” Harrison says as he washes and rinses his mug, setting it out to dry. He turns back around to see Tom looking at him in offence. “Don’t look at me like that, you know I’m right. you’re not even changed yet. You’ve got stuff to do tomorrow and you need to be on top of things. And any decision made-”

“Any decision made in anger is never sound.” Tom cuts Harrison off, “She told me it too. You have as well. You’re not the only one who misses her. G’night, Haz.” Tom turns around and leaves, leaving his mug on the countertop and the room silent and tense.

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[cruddyborderlandstheories]

omg okay so i was totally ignorant but now i am enlightened because the brilliant @h00f sent me the booth video recording and im dying over it so here we goooo. i recorded it and uploaded the vid into davinci resolve so i could zoom in and also go through frame by frame.

tl;dr: so its all good its all good UM TYREEN’S TATTOOS WENT MISSING ON HER FOREARM AND THEN SHE SUCKED A MONSTER AND THEY REAPPEARED so it’s all good it’s all good im not having a crisis. im not. i thiiiiiiiiink we see the Vault of Promethea (the one with the cranes, but lilith also says “wherever the hunt for the vaults takes us” which throws me off a bit. still kinda think it’s promethea tho).

so not what i was expecting to be doing at 2:32 am but you know what? this is okay, borderlands gives me literally infinite energy

and new content? HOH BOY i am going to go so fucking in depth. hold onto ur horses. i was working on my mock intro to the game but this is so much better

UMM?? HOLY SIHT????

THAT’S THE SAME TILE AS THE ONE IN THE TEMPLE

I THOUGHT THIS WAS ON EDEN-6???

same tile on the wall on the right there

those guardian statues have staffs!!! that’s so rad, like the Watcher and shit, they also have less big necks?? or they might be bowing down. they look a lot more humanoid than the guardian/eridian statues im used to!!!

like as far as i can see they don’t have the butt spikes? maybe these are just super well preserved and thus not broken/spiky/cracked!! I do think the staffs are awesome! I know the Watcher carried one and so do some in TPS (I don’t recall seeing any in bl1 with staffs? im pretty sure they used their energy claw things) so maybe these are a higher tier of guardian than the ones we see in bl1? (which, if the Eridians wanted us to open Pandora’s vault as punishment for stealing fire the tech on Promethea, then that would make sense)

AND THE CRANES! and the buildings!!!!! is this Promethea’s vault? there’s something in the sky near the moon (?) so i thought maybe that was the asteroid belt but... it’s only condensed in one area..? 

it looks like a rocky place (you know, the quasmarian quarry Typhon mentions?!), i could see it, it looks super well-kept!!! my only problem?? it’s not underground/next to a cliff or anything. i guess it’s actually possible with those cranes and shit that it’s been excavated completely

i think we walk out of a temple here, which makes me think this is connected to the temple with all those monster dudes in it (also i can’t be the only one who thinks the blue sparkles on the statue on the far left makes it look like it has a shiny thicc butt. i CANNOT be the only one)

you know this one

well ACTUALLY in the We Are Mayhem trailer we DO see one of these guys!!! he’s on Maliwan’s side as the VHs are running across the bridge and im pretty sure that is Promethea!

IM PRETTY SURE

the neon lights and shit make me think it is in fact the city!!! maybe a part of the city that’s been totally overrun by Maliwan??

okay im certain this is promethea, those turrets we 100% see in the gameplay reveal trailer (below)

i thought i recognized that silhouette!

so unless maliwan is carting those demon dudes from a different planet to use in their army, I’m going to guess the huge ass temple was excavated from when Typhon found it (explaining the cranes and buildings) and Maliwan maybe took control with the CoV and somehow?? got control of those big demon boys. not quite sure tbh

OKAY SO THIS IS SO AWESOME ASDFGFHGJFK IM NERDING THE HELL OUT I LOVE ERIDIAN STUFF AAAA OKAY SORRY IM JUST ADSFSGFHYDJUK

AND THIS ONE LOOKS SO TINY?? I AAAA I KNOW IT’S NOT BUT??

THIS FEELS LIKE IT WOULD BE THE VAULT ON ATHENAS (IF THERE IS ONE) THOSE STAIRS (??) ARE GIVING ME THE VIBE. THERE IS UNFORTUNATELY NOT A LOT TO WORK OFF OF HERE, BUT THE PROJECTION THING IT’S DOING IS NEATO!! 

okay so this is either paint or light. and i can’t tell if that’s a person up there or a statue or something? I feel like i can’t almost see a cross or something so...

THEN IT CUTS TO THIS? AND HOLY STARGATE VIBES BATMAN I LOVE IT

i have a huuuuge feeling at least one of these Vaults is going to appear in like a cutscene of a flashback where Rhys and/or Fiona describe what happened at the end of Tales. The reason I’m bringing this up right now is because this Vault is just... in a void. There’s nothing around it except that gradient which is really bizarre to me.

JUST

ALL OF THIS

HOLY HELL THAT LOOKS LIKE A FORTRESS IN THE BACKGROUND MAYBE THAT’S WHERE THE TWINS ‘LIVE’? I IMAGINE THEY HAVE SOME SORT OF PLACE TO SLEEP AT THE VERY LEAST

it has the mouthpiece shape on the top up there? although i guess that could also be a VERY crude statue of someone raising their hands to the sky?? but it looks like the mouthpiece symbol. 

another shot of the HBC

intro to the rc

what i am assuming is the back area of the RC? but uh... given what we saw above, maybe this is in their fortress area???? imagine lilith teleports away because the twins stole the key from us and we have to sprint to their fortress base and when we get there it opens into a cutscene and Lilith is crawling on the ground away from them

mhmhmhmhmhmmm

heyo look at those shapes and colors on the left there. you know exactly what im gonna say

im gonna say it anyway

inhale atlasatlasatlasatlasatlasatlasatlasatlasatlas

okay i think i got it out of my system

it could also be dahl architecture (because it looks very very similar to the RC) painted with the colors of the CoV. Could also be that. 

i do think it’s interesting because this is almost the exact same shot as this!!

which means this is here

and i can 100% see this being in their fortress (???) and not the RC. The RC has that huge area in the back we don’t explore yet, so it could be there but... now I’m thinking... what if that’s just so we find the clue that the sun smashers gave the key to the twins in the HBC? Like i know i said the room Shiv comes out of is gonna be it but... maybe the whole area is just for quest stuff? or there’s a loot room or smth. idk. it’s good to keep ur mind open to alternative possibilities, is all

we get to learn what color Tyreen’s power actually is! ... I think? I’m pretty sure. like im hopeful this happens before she steals Lily’s powers...? but?? anyway although the vid is washed out, if we look at the shot from the dev trailer, it seems to be purple/red. I thought it was straight red, but guess not. Unless this IS after she stole Lily’s powers and that’s why she’s looking at it like that LMAO. i don’t know!!

Troy with a little robot buddy! Did he build that?! it’s adorable! it reminds me of the one in the RC but without a snake body. I wonder if his body mods/arm/neural implants let him control it. that’d be so rad

... why did the background start glowing???

ty in the hbc!!!

same shot with troy. i think this is the same cutscene as the reveal trailer one (VS the Calypso Twins) just at a slightly different angle/animation

oh shit is that a demon boy in the background? i think it might be

definitely looks like the temple area!! those spikes look like they could’ve been part of one’s wings, you can even see the thin skin bit stretched out on the left next to tyreen. also... is that an eyeball on the part in the middle there? that’s horrifying. no thank you.

so far, literally the closest we see Troy near one. This is 100% after he shed the monster skin like a snake. ... I’m kidding. mostly.

also i can’t believe my art of the twins giving the rock on symbol is actually legit. i posted that literally the morning before their personalities were revealed in the demo, im so happy

if this is not the video we see in Shiv’s room I’m gonna be so disappointed. is that a sword behind the box? Also i think i understand why the Map Machine Broke now. I am under the assumption this happens before they steal lily’s powers, but it’s entirely possible it’s after! this looks like the area they steal them in, so maybe lily sees it on live stream and is like “NOPE FUCK THIS” and teleports in to steal it. that’d be really interesting... still hoping they steal her tats after the HBC tho. im gon b really upset if they dont lol (not really, because it’s fucking bl3, but like... why would u then go put the map with mouthpiece... why...)

troy has his tattoos here! that or his skin has been peeled off and he’s losing a lot of blood. let’s say he has his tattoos so i can sleep tonight :)

cuts to him catching the key? almost want to say this is a different scene entirely than the previous one. same area, probably though

hmhmhmhmhm the fortress (?????) doesn’t seem to be connected to a rock wall at all (it’s elevated on like a plateau) so you know what, maybe this IS in the RC afterall!

fuckin mlg over here

oh it stops glowing again. you know maybe its on like a timer/pulsing or something. maybe that’s not important lol

back at the monster. why does tyreen look nervous/in pain? AND WHERE DID HER FOREARM TATTOOS GO???

OH MY GOD

THEY ONLY START REAPPEARING AFTER SHE DOES THE SUCK ON SOMETHING BELOW HER

WAIT HOLD UP

 UMM 

wTF???

i think that’s the horn or part of the monster they were sitting on/had killed???

holy shit. are tyreen’s tattoos/powers temporary and she has to continuously suck the life force out of stuff to keep them going??????? maybe stronger stuff = longer battery life??? holy shit.

troy in jakobs manor! explains the psychos with tv heads being hung everywhere

i was about to say this was the HBC but its not. ‘HOLY CHILDREN’ maybe this is where the VHs are walking forward with the giant spike head behind them. you know, this area?

altho that would be the outside of it. ACTUALLY maybe this is the entrance to the fort?? the walls like like castle walls lol

what in the holy fuck is that thing??

it looks like a fucking dragon??? sitting on a wire ball?

where the heck is this? in the temple area maybe? i don’t ever remember the floors glowing, but they do look similar. 

oh and the twins shake forearms again. maybe Tyreen is giving Troy half her powers or something and whenever she does her tattoos start to disappear so she has to suck more energy from other stuff to keep them present??

to this shot, so it’s a possibility. maybe they figured out how to “activate” stuff or something! And i am kinda thinking this is on Promethea now because of the Vault being similar? and the big demon boys appearing. but again like... the Eridians were kinda EVERYWHERE so it’s hard to say for certain even if the architecture looks similar. of course it would, they were goddamn everywhere. still curious as to why Little Blue gets that book, though. is it typhon’s book? a siren’s book? a researcher’s book? one of her ancestor’s books? i don’t know! lol

another shot of this. is this actually a vault???? it seems small and tbh the vaults are usually like... not shaped/designed like this? maybe it’s a statue. idk this feels wrong saying it’s a Vault. it doesn’t even have the inscriptions. maybe the academic district on athenas has a statue of a vault bc they’ve got a bunch of weird shit like Amara’s tattoos on a building and a vault symbol for a door so why the heck not this too lmao

the circus area with the ferris wheel! im so excited for this area. hype hype. it looks like it’s next to the motorcade. maybe this is where the big face arena place with pain and terror is, too!!! i could see the whole arena type deal being in a giant red circus tent

oooo where the fuck is this?? im interested. my first thought was a spaceship bc of the machinery (?) in the back but... maybe not?

maybe some part of the CoV spaces we’ve already seen? the railing in the back makes me think so.

back in the HBC!

space shot of Promethea (the asteroid belt and city lights)

it was at this point in the vid i started crying (like for real lol)

god im so ready for this game

Sanc-III!

colors check out 

im still wondering where that blue ship is...

they have totally different paint designs and the blue one is on the cover art as well!!! what is UP with that gearbox?!

anyway, this is TAKE OFF and also a nice shot of Elpis in the background. the crackening lava seems to have died down over 7 or so years. good for her.

“Pandora”. i love the sky, holy shit that’s gorgeous. what’s in the sky there by the moon? i don’t know! maybe sanc-iii actually DOES have a cloaking device. damn, i was kidding, but that’d be amazing

eden-6! with the jakobs manor in the background. this looks vvvv similar if not the same area we got the moze gameplay in

Promethea!!!!!!! wow this place is gorgeous holy shit

as this shot appears lily says “wherever the hunt for the Vaults takes us” which is likely implying this isn’t promethea. athenas, then? It’s possible, we see Maliwan has occupied at LEAST the academic district so i could see them excavating a Vault.

THERE’S A BIRD where do we see birds??? on eden-6, but this 100% does not look like eden-6 to me... it would explain the temple, though....... because tannis has the floor tile in her office the same time she’s crawling around inside a dino so... maybe???

we’ll have to see! I kinda hope it’s promethea, seeing large buildings and cranes and shit would only really fit my views of Promethea and Pandora.... the whole area is giving off weird blue sparkly effects, maybe it has been teleported or summoned or something? i don’t really know what’s up with that tbh.

it cuts off on this shot

wondering if this is like a character selection screen or smth it reminds me of the persona “press start” screens haha

also the art in the background is pretty rad. anyway that’s all for now folks

im gonna go pass out now, it’s 4:12 in the am. gnight

edit: i got my acronyms for the hbc and rc messed up bc i am a v tired.

[taeyeonsb]

lay me down (romeo and juliet!jilix)

bc anna called me a coward and i am not: a coward

@chenle

we been knew this was gonna happen because I have zero (0) self control

this thing is 11,111 words (i wish i was joking, this is even worse than my hyunlix au ;-;) and the entire thing is just me waxing poetic about jisung (im not even sorry)

have a masterlist

all the links in here are songs!! u obviously don’t have to listen to them but i thought they were nice, and i fit them in where i imagined them playing if this were a movie

i love all members of skz !!!! and i love jaemin and lucas !!!! for the characters i just kinda went with my gut on who should be who so that’s why the people are who they are

i took a few creative liberties with the story because i felt like it but it’s basically the same

warning for violence! it’s v minor and non descriptive, but there are mentions of blood and sword fighting and all that fun shakespeare stuff

i wrote two separate endings (one sad and one happy) for u lovelies because ur hearts are too precious to break

sad ending / happy ending

aight let’s get it

it’s been a while since I’ve read romeo and juliet but here we go

felix as romeo means he’s gotta have his #montaguesquad

aka chan, hyunjin, seungmin, jeongin

all of stray kids are jisung antis lmao they could all be in the montague squad

felix’s benvolio aka his Right Hand Man and best cousin ever is, of course, seungmin, who for some reason rly has it out for changbin? felix doesnt know

which leaves the capulet gang changbin and minho !!!

yeet

since jisung is the only child of lord and lady capulet, he isnt rly allowed 2 like ,,,,,, do stuff

gotta preserve that bloodline, u kno

it’s just him and his nurse most of the time

he’s very unaware of all the capulet/montague drama

even the drama that’s happening right now

seungmin and jeongin r just strolling along, minding their own business when

they catch sight of minho

D:

their mortal enemy!!

“look who it is!” minho says “come to offer up your swords?”

when they make eye contact, jeongin immediately flips minho off

“did u just put ur finger up at me, pipsqueak?”

“I did put my finger up, yes”

jeongin abskfjs

“yeah, but was it at me?”

“idk, you tell me”

JEONGIN MINHO IS GONNA SMASH UR KNEECAPS D:

seungmin taps jeongin on the shoulder

“dude, maybe we dont want to start a fight? Prince Jinyoung seemed rly mad last time ,,,,,”

seungmin is the pacifist :D

“I’m hoping for your sake that you didnt put your finger up at me” minho jeers

seungmin: jeongin no

jeongin, already drawing his sword: jeongin YES

[they fight]

seungmin’s really trying his hardest to stop the fight bc he doesnt want his baby getting hurt

but then

out of nowhere

changbin comes

oh god

the crowd of civilians who have gathered around the fight parts for him, and seungmin wishes it hadnt

“what’s going on here?” changbin lazily asks minho, who makes direct eye contact with seungmin as he answers

“jeongin just attacked me out of nowhere”

“seungmin,” changbin starts, tone light and mocking, “don’t start again, do you want to get in trouble? I know you montagues have trouble understanding simple things, but fighting is bad”

seungmin is no longer the pacifist D:

he CHARGES changbin lmao

the crowd around them is loud and panicked, and seungmin grits his teeth

changbin is a skilled swordsman, no doubt

but seungmin’s rage will fuel him

and nothing can get in his way!!!!!

well

except Prince Jinyoung

who steps out onto the street, looking mad as heck

“WHAT IS GOING ON?” he screeches

the four of them stop fighting immediately

“I told you no more brawls! and in broad daylight, too. you’re disturbing this city, and I have had enough of it. your houses are of noble blood! you should be ashamed of yourselves.”

they all hang their heads, looking like kicked puppies

changbin meets seungmin’s eyes and smirks

seungmin’s blood boils

“if I see any members of the houses of capulet or montague fighting, the offenders will be put to death”

and prince jinyoung stalks away, anger swirling around him like his cape

jeongin links arms with seungmin and steers him away as quickly as possible

“don’t give him the time of day, honestly. he gets under my skin, too”

seungmin sighs

“I’ll see you later innie, I’m gonna go find felix”

“hah! good luck, he’s probably still wandering around in the forest, mooning over that boy!”

which he is

felix, like jisung, is also very unaware of the capulet/montague drama

but for a very different reason

hes lonely ;-;

he accidentally fell head over heels for na jaemin

who, very unfortunately, is not head over heels for him

which means felix is :((((

he’s been spending a lot of time walking around aimlessly in the forest

I also wander aimlessly in forests because I love jaemin tbh

he’s sitting on a rock, staring into a pond when seungmin is suddenly sitting next to him

“hey felix! how’s it going?” seungmin says, as cheery as possible

felix just sighs, resting his cheek in his palm

“hhhh ,,,,, im sad ,,,,,,,,,, ”

there’s silence for a bit before felix speaks again

“I had a dream last night, you know”

“oh?” seungmin asks “me too”

“really? what did you dream?”

“that dreamers often lie”

felix laughs “you may be right ,,,,, I think my heart is lying to me :(((”

poor lixie :(((

seungmin doesnt even need to ask felix to elaborate! felix does it all on his own :-)

“my heart keeps telling me I can have jaemin, but I can’t. no matter how much I want him, I cant have him”

“it be like that sometimes”

felix sighs again

“ye ,,,, my heart aches ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,”

he sounds so Sad, and seungmin is sick of it

“no, you know what? let’s go out into town, we’ll find you a guy who is so wonderful you won’t even remember what jaemin looks like, let alone still be in love with him”

“;-;”

“cmon!!!!!”

so seungmin pulls felix into town!!!! he’s gonna take his boy out shopping and find them a party !!!!!!!!!!!

they’re walking around the city when seungmin sees a messenger boy holding a list, looking lost

“dude do u need some help?” seungmin asks

the boy looks so relieved ;;;;;

“ya ,,,,, do you know how to read?”

“i can read my own fortune ,,,,, of misery ,,,,,,,,,,,” - felix, sad

“cool” - messenger boy, unbothered

“ignore my friend he’s emo” - seungmin, tired “what do you need help reading?”

the messenger gives him a paper; it’s a list of people that felix reads over his shoulder

“what is this list for?”

“my master, lord capulet, is throwing a party!”

“cool” - seungmin, who now has a plan

as soon as they help the boy and send him on his way, seungmin turns to felix

“DUDE, WE’RE GATE-CRASHING THE CAPULETS” - seungmin, ecstatic

“ok!” - felix, who’s only agreeing because he saw jaemin’s name on the list and he wants to spend the whole night pining over him

i mean , ,,, , mood

yeeet

anyways

jisung’s mom comes into his room when he wakes up

according to the nurse, she has some Important News

and he is excited!!!! maybe this important news is good news

but

turns out

it’s not

“u want me to marry WHO”

“nothing’s set in stone yet! we would just like you to consider his proposal! the marriage would be good for the family.”

“D:”

jisung is Too Young to think about marriage!!! and to Wong Lucas???

yea he’s handsome but he’s, like, twice jisung’s size!!! he could snap jisung in half by accident!!!!!!!!!!!!

“your father is throwing a ball tonight, and lucas will be invited. just try to get to know him, ok? we just want you to consider. you are still young, so don’t panic.” - jisung’s mom, trying her best

“mkay” - jisung, already panicking

his nurse helps him get ready for the ball, and she has to put his makeup on because his hands are shaking

poor baby ;-;

lmao seungmin is putting on felix’s makeup too we love cinematic parallels

“I can do it myself, you know”

“no u cant!!!! ur too sad to put on party makeup!!!! don’t worry, i got u!!!!! ur gonna look so hot, my dude!!!!!!!”

ughf get u a friend like seungmin

and now

the party!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

seungmin enlists chan to come with him and felix to the party

they use the power of teamwork to dispel felix’s doubts about going and try to convince him it’s for the best

the three of them walk through the doors like they own the place, even though it couldn’t be farther from the truth

“lix, just go and have a good time!!! your sorrows can’t reach you here!!!!” chan encourages felix, who nods and wanders off aimlessly

jisung’s nurse gives him one last hug before he opens his bedroom door and goes out into the party

“just have a good time! nothing is certain!”

jisung nods at her, grateful, before running his hand through his hair and yeeting himself right out of that room

he walks down the sweeping staircase slowly, surveying the room and trying to calm his racing heartbeat

felix gets a glass of champagne and cranes his neck, looking for a flash of the brightness of jaemin’s smile

all thoughts of that smile, though, bleed out of his mind as he faces the staircase

“hey” he nudges the server beside him “who is that?”

felix just nods his head in the general direction of the staircase rather than actually pointing the boy he sees out, and the servant can’t tell who he’s talking about

“idk bro”

felix, not realizing the server is walking away, “he’s so beautiful”

and he is

it’s like the world slows down for him

felix doesn’t even notice as the noise from the rest of the party fades out, leaving only the pounding of his heart, which is in his ears

the boy is dressed in a forget-me-not blue, and his golden blond hair falls around his face like each individual strand was carefully placed by an angel, and his honey skin glows under the dim lights of the ballroom

there’s a rosy red to his cheeks and a deeper red to his lips, and he moves with a certain undeniable grace, and felix has never beheld such beauty before

love, certainly, had never existed until this boy breathed it out

jaemin who?

he is so entranced that he doesnt hear what’s happening not ten feet from him

changbin, outraged: “didn’t you hear his voice? his accent? he is doubtlessly felix, from the house of montague! we must throw him out instantly, or have you forgotten the prince’s declaration? they are nothing but trouble, the whole lot of them. felix included.”

lord capulet: “my boy, he is doing nothing troubling to us. let us enjoy the night, and let him do the same. felix has a reputation of being well-behaved and dignified. i will not act upon a conflict which has not been started.”

changbin, more outraged: “oh, so ur taking his side over mine ! ur own nephew !! i see how it is !!!”

lord capulet: “little boy, i’m ur master, and u will Not start a fight”

changbin: “HES A VILLAIN”

lord capulet: “NO MORE THAN YOU”

changbin: “:o”

felix will pay 4 this >:(

well

not right now

right now, felix is having the time of his life

after the song has ended, he walked up to the beautiful boy, daring to reach out and hold his hand

his hands are so soft, and theyre bigger than felix’s, and felix is absfdjksg in LOVE

“if the touch of my hand offends you, allow me to make up for the offense with a kiss”

FELIX U SMOOTH BINCH

the boy meets felix’s eyes and felix is left breathless yet again

his red lips pull open into a smile

how could you not fall in love with that smile? it emanates the light of the sunrise and the color of the sunset, the warmth of the sun and the mystery of the moon, the promise of love and the comfort of happiness

“but give your hand more credit! you are showing respectful devotion, like a pilgrim praying. don’t you know that the clasp of a pilgrim’s palm to a saint’s statue’s is like a kiss?”

the boy’s eyes are locked with felix’s, and felix follows the welcoming curve of his mouth, the inviting softness of his gaze, the tantalizing feeling of him intertwining his fingers with felix’s

he tugs on felix’s hand and felix follows without a semblance of hesitation

“pilgrims and saints have lips, too, do they not?” felix asks as they walk

“they do; they have lips for prayer” the boy says, sweet and soft and everything felix has ever wanted

they’ve stopped walking, and now they’re in a small alcove down a quiet hallway, lit by the moon and the candles in their sconces

the boy doesn’t let go of felix’s hand until he’s pulled felix real close

felix can’t really think straight (like he could ever) with this boy so close to him

with the space between them diminished to nearly nothing and the moonlight streaming in, highlighting the boy’s face like that’s its one purpose, felix’s chest feels light, bright. home. this was meant to happen. the stars blink down at him, pleased.

there’s a lock of hair that falls in front of the boy’s face

“will you receive my prayer?” felix asks, using his free hand to brush it away

he looks deep into the boy’s eyes. he can see it, he knows that the boy’s feeling the same thing

how could he not? this feeling, it’s stronger than gravity, closer than earth

there’s starlight swimming in the boy’s gaze as he nods

and then felix closes his eyes and leans forward

and then they’re kissing

felix is a little taller, so he has to lean down a bit

(not that he minds, of course. at this point, he would do anything to keep this boy in his arms.)

the boy tilts his head and slides his arms up around felix’s shoulders

his touch is so warm, and his mouth is so soft, and he makes a little noise in the back of his throat as felix moves his hands down to his waist

felix breathes him in, and when they part it’s like this boy is the moon (he is surely more beautiful, and there’s moonlight spilling from his lips when he smiles, leans in next to felix’s ear, and whispers “you kiss like you’ve studied how")

felix laughs, hushed and bright and only for the boy’s ears

“for you, I have studied all my life”

he is so smooth when will ur kpop boy ever

the boy cups felix’s cheek with one hand, and his eyes are flitting across felix’s face, drinking him in

“I have never studied,” he breathes. he is so close, and felix’s mind is so clouded, but this boy is completely in focus. “will you teach me?”

the boy leans forward, pulling felix down, and they’re kissing again

the boy moves back one, two steps until felix is pressing him into the wall

the boy’s hands are in felix’s hair now and felix has never felt like this before

so ,,,, so right ,,,, so in love

(he’s always been a hopeless romantic)

they break apart once more, and moving away felix swears he sees every star in the sky reflected back at him when he looks into the boy’s eyes

who are you? he thinks, and he’s about to ask that very same question when a woman’s voice sounds out in the hallway

“my boy!”

the boy presses one last, lingering kiss to felix’s lips, whispering “gotta go,” before slipping in between his fingers and out into the hallway

“your mother wishes to speak to you,” comes the same voice

felix waits a couple moments before exiting as well, and the boy is gone but the woman who was calling him is still standing there

“who is he?” felix asks, and he flushes when the woman, who is most likely a nurse based on her clothing, raises an eyebrow at him, realizing how flustered he must look

it’s almost like he just made out with someone in a closet

“jisung,” the nurse says after a second of judgemental silence, and felix’s heart soars. jisung. jisung, jisung, jisung. now he has a name to accompany the beautiful face, the breathless presence, the burning feeling in his heart. “son of capulet.”

and then there’s ice.

jisung. son of capulet.

god, that’s just felix’s luck, isn’t it? falling in love with the son of his father’s sworn enemy, the one person felix should never want

(it’s a bit too late to not want him; felix is already in too deep. he’s always put his heart before his head.)

jisung, he thinks again, the name already stuck in his head

he’s starting back towards the ballroom, still in a daze, when all of a sudden chan and seungmin are on either side of him

“you ready to go, ‘lix?” chan asks

“yeah, now that the night’s at its best, it’s the best time to leave” seungmin chimes

felix doesn’t want to leave, but he has to face the facts: he probably won’t find jisung again, and he probably shouldn’t find jisung again. so he nods, and the three of them try to find their way out of the castle

they find an exit and walk out into a courtyard, and felix looks up to see the moon

he just thinks of jisung

I know our families are enemies, but can’t we make an exception for love? I want to spend the rest of my life with him; i can’t imagine loving anyone else

sad boi hours

he just wants to see jisung one more time, and even though he shouldn’t be walking around the capulet estate, especially alone, he tells chan and seungmin that he left something in the ballroom and tells them to go on ahead

and then he goes through the garden, trying his best to guess where jisung’s room might be

he thinks of jisung; where is he now? is he thinking of felix?

to answer his first question, jisung is currently standing back in the hallway.

to answer his second question, yes, jisung is thinking about felix. well, he’s thinking about the handsome (like, ridiculously handsome; illegal handsome) boy who turned his world upside down with a kiss. he doesn’t know felix’s name

after his mother was done talking to him, he rushed back to the hallway, praying that the boy hadn’t left

which he had :((((

now jisung is just talking to his nurse

jisung: “do you know who that was?”

his nurse, knowing full well who jisung is talking about: “who are you talking about?”

jisung: “the boy, the brown-haired one in the black clothes with the gold trimming. the one who wouldn’t dance”

his nurse: “idk bro”

jisung: “can u find out ,,,, b le ase ,,,,,,,,,, it’s important ,,,,”

jisung, internally: ‘he better not be married he better not be married he better not be married’

his nurse: “his name is felix!! son of montague”

jisung: “D:”

son of montague

of all the people in the world, jisung had 2 go and fall in love with !!

the Odd Ass City !!

well ,,, ,, at least he’s not married

jisung goes right to his room after hearing that

felix ,,,,,,,, jisung wants to see him again, even though he shouldn’t

jisung gets into his pjs and washes his face before flopping onto his bed, sinking into his comforter and letting out a full-body sigh

he can’t stop thinking about felix, his mind still reeling from their kiss, his entire body still warm from the places felix touched

but you can’t have him

he remembers the way felix looked when jisung first saw him: holding a glass of champagne, standing off to the side of the ballroom

(he remembers nearly tripping down the stairs, losing all sense of being when he saw felix smile)

but you will never have him

he remembers the way felix took his hand; the way his voice sounded; the way his eyes shone in the moonlight when he was holding jisung, when he was kissing jisung, when—

stop, stop, stop, you can’t be together

jisung whines into his blankets before rolling out of bed and landing with a thump on the floor

he gets a blanket from the foot of his bed and wraps it around his shoulders, shuffling out to his balcony with a pout on his face

“why does he have to be felix?” jisung asks the moon. the moon doesn’t answer.

“why does his name even matter? capulet, montague. who cares, anyway? a rose by any other name would smell as sweet. i hate that we are apart because of something as simple as a name, i hate that we can’t see past this feud.

“why does any of it matter? i love him. shouldn’t that be enough?”

“it is enough!” calls a voice, and jisung snaps his head up

was that the moon?

“my love,” comes the voice again, and oh, it’s not coming from the sky. jisung looks around, following the voice, and he peers over the balcony edge to see a boy

the boy who’s been running through jisung’s thoughts endlessly

“your love is enough for me. i’ll throw out my name if it means you will be free to love me as i love you”

jisung’s heart warms

he’s not giving up on me, either

jisung, touched but also very worried: “wyd here boy u could DIE the guards r gonna kill u”

felix, a passionate dumbass: “my love for you will shield me from all harm! let them come with swords and spears. they cannot touch me. i’d risk it all for u”

“if you are true with your intentions, then prove it,” jisung says, because he has to be sure. “if you are true with your love, then marry me. if you are true with your love, i’ll follow you anywhere, i’ll lay my heart at your feet. and if not …” he takes a breath, steeling himself. “and if you are not true with your love, then i beg you to leave me be. spare me the heartbreak.”

“i have never been more true, my love,” felix says, sincerity dripping from his tone, desperate for jisung to hear it, to believe him, to know that felix has never wanted anything more than to love him

“jisung!” jisung’s nurse calls from inside, making him jump

“i’m called inside now, but i will return to you. is there somewhere i can find you?”

“i’ll send word by nine tomorrow morning, of when and where we are to be married.”

“jisung!!” jisung’s nurse calls, louder, more insistent

“i await your message, and wish you a safe return home.”

“a thousand times good night, then. until tomorrow, my love.”

felix waits until jisung is back inside his room before turning and leaving through the dark garden

‘to be peace, or sleep,’ he thinks wistfully, ‘and to accompany you to bed. a dream for the future, i suppose.’ he turns, allowing himself one last look at the drawn curtains of jisung’s window before heading on his way

the next day

felix wakes up with the sunrise, and makes his way downtown, walking fast, 2 speak to his buddy friar laurence

friar laurence, who listened to felix’s whining about jaemin not two days ago: “u sure u wanna marry this guy? it sounds like you really like him, but u also seem kinda ,,,,,,,, fickle”

felix, who doesn’t know what friar laurence is talking about bc he literally doesn’t even remember jaemin: “huh? no dude i loVE HIM !!!! i promise it’s for real !!!!! i wanna marry him ;-;-;-;-;”

friar laurence doesn’t believe him at first, but felix seems very sincere, and what damage could this do, anyway? and who knows—this could be the thing that finally ends the montague-capulet feud. nothing like young love to solve all ur problems!!!!! so he agrees to marry them, and felix literally Lights Up

what a sweetie :((((

felix sends a message to jisung immediately

he’s !!!!!!!!!! So Excited

:D :D :D :D

he gets to marry the love of his life, the most beautiful boy in the world, with a smile like the sun and eyes like the moon

a win for the gays

when jisung gets the letter with a ring enclosed in the envelope with it, he tells his nurse after making her promise she won’t tell; she helps him get ready

they plan a way to let jisung and felix spend the night together after their marriage; jisung’s nurse gets a ladder for felix to climb up onto the balcony when it’s dark to avoid the guards and thus avoid getting killed, which would be unfortunate

jisung is :D rly excited

he wants more than anything to be felix’s, and for felix to be his

his nurse finishes fixing his lipstick, and ruffles his hair. “you look beautiful, sung. that boy is lucky to have you”

jisung smiles. “if anything, we’re lucky to have each other”

being in love is something like a dream must be, but there’s no dream in the world that could be better than this

when jisung gets to friar laurence’s small, secluded garden, his heart can’t stop fluttering

felix is there already, and there’s an unmistakable, unfiltered expression of affection settled across his beautiful face as he looks at jisung

jisung feels :,,) so treasured

as he always should !!!!!!!

the ceremony is barely that; it’s short, and it’s nothing extravagant: just the three of them, but felix could never wish for more as he takes jisung’s hands and says “i do,” and jisung could never hope for more as he meets felix’s eyes, warm and safe, and says “i do”

felix’s hands are steady as he slips the simple silver ring onto jisung’s fourth finger, and jisung kisses felix’s knuckles as he reciprocates the action

friar laurence leaves them alone in the garden, and felix’s arms wind themselves around jisung’s waist like they’re meant to be there, and jisung smiles like he’s meant to take the place of the sun, and felix is so in love with him

they’re dancing, and there’s no music so they make their own, jisung humming some tune that felix might recognize if he focused on it

(he won’t, though—he can’t focus on anything but jisung right now)

jisung reaches forward and brushes felix’s hair back, and it’s like he’s physically unable to stop smiling

he steps forward and buries his face in the side of felix’s neck, still beaming like the whipped fool he is

he only smiles harder when felix’s hands come up, small but so, so gentle, one cradling jisung’s head and the other rubbing soothing circles into jisung’s side

they both want the moment to last forever, but as the church bells ring in the distance to signal noon it has to come to an end

it takes every single ounce of jisung’s willpower to pull away from the warmth of felix’s arms, especially when felix turns his head to press a small kiss to jisung’s temple

“hey,” felix whispers, like he knows exactly how jisung feels. (he does, because he’s feeling the exact same way.) “i’ll see you tonight, okay?”

jisung nods, but he’s :( still :(( pouting :(((

felix makes to leave, and jisung pulls him in for one last kiss. “return to me.”

felix smiles in the way that makes jisung want to never let him go. “always, my love.”

and then he’s gone, with jisung staring after him for one, two, three seconds before going back in to thank friar laurence, then heading back home

and now

:-)

remember when changbin said felix would pay? well ,,,,,,

felix is basically skipping down the street

he just got married, he’s gonna see his husband tonight, he met up with seungmin and chan just 2 hang out and laugh ,,, he’s having a grand time!!!!

lol

fate said  p e r i s h

well it was more like changbin said perish but u get the idea

“FELIX!” comes an Angery shout, and felix, seungmin, and chan all turn around in surprise

there he is: changbin, felix’s new cousin-in-law! but he’s not looking like he’s about to throw felix a welcome-to-the-family party :/

chan steps in front of felix as if it’s by instinct, and seungmin’s hand darts to the handle of his sword in its sheath, cautious

“so you really thought you could come to the house of capulet, huh? really thought that would go unnoticed?” changbin spits. “don’t you know your dirty shoes aren’t welcome to walk on capulet floors? lord capulet might think you’re some sort of respectable do-gooder, but we both know that’s not true.”

felix is Panicking™

“changbin, i don’t want to fight you,” felix says evenly. “i’m sorry for offending you, but i really had no ill intentions. please, let’s just sort this out, civilly.”

chan and seungmin: ?????????????

did felix drink Soft Juice overnight ? or Idiot Juice ?? Scared Juice ??? what did he drink ????

“there was nothing civil about your intrusion of the capulet manor last night.” changbin’s drawing his sword now. “going for double standards? how typical of a montague.”

chan and seungmin are Confusion

felix isn’t even tense, it looks like he’s actually not planning to fight at all—won’t he defend his house? his family? himself?

chan: fck it ,,, i’ll do it myself

so when changbin strikes first, chan’s there to deflect it

felix is trying to protect chan and stop the fight and not die all at once, and it’s not working out so well for him

in all the confusion, somehow changbin gets his sword in the gap underneath felix’s arm, and then chan falls to the ground

felix’s heart stops

no, not chan, anyone but chan, no, no no nonono

felix can’t even breathe in his panic, rushing over and falling to the ground beside him

chan: “honestly fck both of u”

then his eyes fall closed, and his chest stills

chan? chan? o my fckin god he fckin dead

IM SORRY I HAD TO

felix loses it; that was his best friend, that was chan who’s always there to smile and joke and hug felix if he needs a hug, and now he’s gone, and felix pulls out his sword and then it’s all over

he doesn’t even realize what he’s done until seungmin taps him on the shoulder

“dude, you need to get out of here, right now”

felix’s eyes clear, and he sees changbin’s body on the ground, sees blood on his own sword

his stomach turns, and seungmin gestures him away “go!”

and so felix goes

he waits, tense and desperate for news

he knows prince jinyoung will not be lenient; he promised death for any citizen who disturbed the streets again

at least he didn’t start the fight!

but he did finish it

(felix knows the living are judged more harshly than the dead)

felix just hopes the scales can even out in his favor, just enough for him to stay with jisung

inexplicably, the thought of jisung calms him down a bit. he traces the lines of his own palm, ghosting the paths jisung drew earlier. he twists his ring around his finger. he breathes in, breathes out

when friar laurence tells him the verdict, he tries stay calm, but

“banishm e n t ? ? ? ?”

friar laurence sighs “it’s better than death”

“hardly! what good is life if i cannot hold the one i love, nor ever return to him?”

“you still have the one night. perhaps it was not meant to be”

felix feels his chest constricting. “not meant to be? you wed us, just this morning. how am i meant to go on from here? there is nothing to living without jisung.”

“live tonight, then, and survive the rest.”

we had it, felix thinks, we had forever laying in front of us, ours for the taking. oh cruel fate! a lover’s desperation merely spurs you further, i see.

it’s nearly ironic, how the ladder up to jisung’s room is so steady. everything going according to plan, everything turning out exactly as it should

except—

“is it true?” comes jisung’s voice, breathless as felix climbs onto the balcony. he looks like he’s been waiting out here a while, his cheeks and nose tinged pink from the wind.

felix takes a deep breath. “yes. when the daylight comes, i have to go.” 

“and changbin? chan? my nurse told me they are slain.”

felix nods, and he can’t bear to raise his head and see jisung. “i’m sorry.”

jisung’s hand raises felix’s chin so their eyes meet. felix sees nothing but kindness in jisung’s eyes, and that might be what hurts most. “it’s okay. you returned to me. and we have tonight.”

jisung takes felix’s hand and leads him inside, and felix’s mind is clear now. the past is over, their future is inevitable. but he has right now. 

he has jisung, and he has the way the yellow light flickers in jisung’s room, and he has the steady beating of jisung’s heart, tangible even through the silk of his shirt

jisung’s nightclothes are, perhaps, even more beautiful than his formal ones, if only for the way they hang loosely around his shoulders, revealing golden skin and magnetic collarbones

felix kisses jisung, he kisses him until both of them are dizzy, until jisung’s melted into something like water in felix’s hands and all felix can do is hold him close

jisung is breathtaking like this, in his entirety, with messy hair and flushed cheeks and cherry-red lips, and when he falls backwards onto the bed he brings felix with him

he’s radiating light from underneath felix, and he giggles, bright and soft, when felix presses fluttering kisses to the smooth skin of his neck

“my love,” felix murmurs into his shoulder.

“that tickles,” jisung whispers, and felix can’t see his face but he knows there’s a smile there, so he does it again.

“my love, my love, my love.” he kisses jisung one, two, three times

jisung tugs on felix’s shirt, guiding him back up to his mouth, and felix follows without hesitation

jisung is so warm. he’s so warm, and he’s so pretty, and felix is so in love with him

the feeling fills him up and he breaks away from jisung for a moment, just to watch jisung’s chest rise and his eyes blink open. just to watch his lips curl up into a smile that makes everything okay.

felix leans forward to press a kiss to his forehead, running a hand through his hair, messing with it until jisung laughs again

(that laugh, too. everything about jisung makes the world seem a little less cruel.)

felix kisses his forehead again, because he can now and he won’t be able to tomorrow. “my sun and moon,” he says quietly, and he watches an endearing blush crawl across jisung’s cheeks and ears

“lix,” he whines, bringing his hands up to cover his face

felix smiles, blushing a bit himself at the nickname, before slipping his hands around jisung’s wrists and moving them away from jisung’s face and above his head, keeping them secure there

he kisses jisung, again and again and again, because he can’t wait for tomorrow, and he hopes jisung can feel all the love felix holds in his heart for him

(just in case he can’t, though, felix tells him about it. jisung deserves to know how cherished he is.)

jisung wiggles his hands out of felix’s grasp to curl into the hair at the nape of felix’s neck, and felix feels safe, feels the love emanating from jisung’s very being, wrapping around the two of them and protecting them from the rest of the world. just for tonight, but that’s all they need right now.

jisung’s skin is warm to the touch, and barely-audible whimpers escape his mouth as felix’s fingers dance, feather-light, down his collarbones, across his shoulder blades, everywhere

his touch burns but it heals, going back in time and healing any scar, any scratch, visible or not, that jisung’s ever had until he feels complete

jisung looks into felix’s eyes, dark and timeless and reflecting every bit of fondness, every bit of love that jisung himself feels brimming underneath his skin

now that they’re this close, and the light is spilling over felix’s face, jisung can see the freckles that dot felix’s cheeks. felix’s breath hitches as jisung runs the pad of his thumb along his cheek, connecting the dots

jisung falls all over again

(how could he not?)

they are the same in that moment: young, and scared, but so, so in love. if there’s one thing jisung’s certain about, it’s that no one could ever compare to the boy above him

when the night finally slows down, time finds felix laying with his head resting on jisung’s chest, with jisung’s hands tracing patterns on the skin of felix’s back

“i don’t want to go,” felix says, hushed. jisung’s arms come to hold him more tightly.

“i don’t want you to go,” he whispers back into felix’s hair before pressing a kiss there.

felix wishes he could promise to stay

but he can’t; all he can do is lay a hand where jisung’s heart is beating, slow and steady, and breathe

jisung’s not sure if he actually ends up falling asleep or not; he remembers the gray light of the night shining through his open curtains and he remembers just looking at felix, looking at the boy in his arms, committing everything to memory because in a few hours he’ll be gone

felix’s lips are pouty as he sleeps, and his cheeks round out, and his eyelashes are dark against his skin

there’s an eyelash on felix’s cheek. jisung gently sweeps his thumb across to get it. he blows it off his thumb. i wish for you to return to me.

even asleep, felix is burning bright, and jisung feels that sense of longing again, the same sense he got when he first saw felix at the ball

god, that feels like a million years ago

jisung closes his eyes

if only they had a million years more

he sighs into the cold of the night. it’s not nearly loud enough, but he tucks felix closer and lays his head down

when the morning comes

jisung hears the birds chirping outside, cheerful and carefree, and he wants more than anything to join them

the sun hasn’t yet risen, but felix needs to leave

(as much as jisung doesn’t want him to, the alternative is worse)

he nudges felix a couple times to get him to wake up, and felix groans, muffled in jisung’s neck, before rolling over

jisung has to grab him so he doesn’t roll right off the side of the bed, and when felix’s eyes flutter open and see jisung’s blinding grin holding back a laugh, he can’t help but smile back

jisung revels in that moment, that brief suspension in time where nothing exists except felix’s bright laugh, falling so easily from his mouth as his shoulders shake

felix’s hair is so messy from sleep that jisung really can’t stop himself from reaching forward and combing through it

“so messy,” he scolds jokingly, laying it flat

“thank you, my love,” felix replies, the second part quieter, like it got caught in his throat

their eyes meet, and suddenly it’s hard to breathe, and it’s even harder to believe that this is it

god, this is it

felix sees jisung’s face fall, and he hates that he can’t do anything about it

“i’ll always be with you, yeah?” felix says, quiet. he cups jisung’s face with both his hands. “you’ll always have me. i’ll return to you, in memories and in dreams.” he takes jisung’s hand, the one with his wedding ring. “i made you a promise of forever with this, and i intend to keep it. i’ll love you forever, jisung. even if i can’t hold you.”

felix wipes away the tear that slides down jisung’s cheek, then kisses it for good measure. jisung sniffles.

“stay safe out there. i heard about a plague, and if you die from it, i’ll kill you. and,” he hesitates for a second, looking up at felix. felix can see the morning sun rising in his eyes. “just …” he trails off, leaning forward to kiss felix, only for a second. “just don’t forget me, okay?”

felix laughs, light and soft despite the heaviness in his chest. “my love. how could i forget you? i’d sooner forget my heart.”

and then jisung nods, and felix stands up from the bed, handing out a hand to pull jisung up with him

“you have everything you need? food for the trip, enough money, extra jacket?” jisung is smoothing out nonexistent wrinkles in felix’s shirt. “it gets cold out there, you know, you won’t be warm enough in what you’re wearing.” jisung turns to his closet and felix doesn’t argue when he comes back with a coat. he knows it’s the small things like this that’ll make jisung feel better, so he accepts it gratefully.

but when there’s nothing left for jisung to straighten, to fiddle with, to fix, he stands there in front of felix and has to face goodbye

he can’t stall anymore

that doesn’t mean he doesn’t try—he opens his mouth and scans felix for something to help, but when he meets felix’s eyes he just closes his mouth. there’s nothing left.

felix shakes his head, a heart-wrenchingly fond look in his eye as he steps forward and tilts his head down to kiss jisung, one last time

jisung puts his arms around felix’s neck, and felix holds jisung’s waist, and this is just like the first time they kissed but it could not be more different

jisung holds felix’s face as they part, and it’s so hard to not fall back in again. but jisung just swipes his hand across felix’s cheek, smearing the tears that started to stream down

he does it messily, not quite able to see through his suddenly-blurry vision, and he bites his lip, trying his best not to break down

“i love you,” he says, and it comes out like the cry he wanted so badly to contain. “i love you, i love you.” he’s never meant something more

why does any of it matter? i love him. shouldn’t that be enough?

“i love you,” felix repeats, as his voice breaks and his face crumples. his shoulders slump as he turns away

jisung wants so badly to ask him to return, wants felix to promise to return

but he can’t, because felix will promise the impossible, and jisung doesn’t want him to hurt

“remember me, my love,” felix says, and then he opens the balcony door and climbs down the ladder

and then he’s gone

i love him, but it’s not enough

jisung makes to turn back to his bed, but he can’t stand it. that was supposed to be their bed.

he stumbles over to the couch where his nurse does his makeup and cries, giving up on keeping quiet. he doesn’t care. let them hear his broken heart.

he’s so tired. he’s exhausted, and everything aches, and every time he tries to close his weary eyes he sees felix’s bright smile and every time he shifts he feels the cold air on his skin, feels the absence of felix’s arms, his presence

the capulet family is rich enough to buy jisung anything he wants but he can never have what he needs, never again

jisung doesn’t sleep that night

he wraps his arms around himself, as if that’ll hold him together, and watches the designs on the ceiling swirl and turn

(or maybe that’s just his eyes. he’s so tired.)

it takes a couple days for jisung to leave his room. his nurse has been bringing him food and coaxing him into new clothes, but she finally gets him to take a shower, and open the windows, and walk downstairs to join his parents for breakfast

he drinks orange juice and keeps his eyes on his fingers, tapping on the wood of the table

“jisung.” jisung doesn’t look up. he hears a sigh from his father. “i know you’ve been feeling down these past couple days, but i have some good news for you.

“lucas has agreed to marry you.”

now jisung looks up. “what?” his voice is hoarse from its only use being crying for so long. “i didn’t say i wanted to marry him.”

“yes, we know,” his mother says, tone placating and gentle, like jisung is fragile. (jisung doesn’t really mind. he feels fragile.) “but he really is a nice boy, and he will treat you well. the marriage will do both of our families well. he said he is willing to wait until you are ready, but your father and i took the liberty of setting up the date. we were planning to wait, but we decided you needed something to cheer you up.”

nothing cheers u up like marriage to someone u dont love

“without asking me? i don’t love him! i can’t marry him.” if jisung wasn’t so tired, he would be yelling.

“you can learn,” his father says, and his tone is clear. he’s starting to get annoyed.

“when is the wedding?”

“in three days’ time.”

“what? three days? i won’t.” jisung leans back and crosses his arms. “i won’t marry him. you can’t force this on me; you said i had a choice.”

“things have changed since then, jisung.” his father’s voice is cold.

“then they can change again! i won’t do it.”

“why are you being so unreasonable? so selfish? this is what is best for us all. we did this for you.”

“you didn’t! you did it for yourselves. i won’t marry lucas, especially not in three days.”

“then you’ll marry him in one day,” lord capulet snaps. jisung’s jaw goes slack.

“what?”

“you heard me. i’ll move your wedding to tomorrow. i obviously can’t trust you alone.”

i can’t, jisung wants to scream. i can’t marry him, i don’t love him, i never will, my heart belongs to someone else, my heart belongs to felix, i love felix, i miss felix, i need felix

if jisung had any tears left to cry, they would surely be falling steadfast. but he doesn’t, so they’re not, and he stands up, pushing his chair out.

he walks out without another word

his nurse comes to find him later on, and he’s curled up on his couch again, playing with his ring

“jisung, i know you’re hurting, but don’t you think it’s time to reconsider? you could have a comfortable life with lucas. felix is a nice boy, but i don’t think it’s wise to hold onto him for too long.”

don’t they understand that this isn’t the type of thing you can just move on from? jisung really thought his nurse would understand—she’s the only person besides friar laurence who knows about his marriage to felix

:o

friar laurence !

jisung can ask him for guidance !!

he’ll know what to do !!!

so he nods along and agrees with his nurse’s spiel so it will end as quickly as possible, and when she’s done he thanks her for setting him straight and letting him see reason

she pats him on the shoulder before leaving. “i hope you feel better soon.”

then he goes right to friar laurence

“i knew i’d be seeing you sometime soon, jisung” he says, sighing. “how are you holding up?”

“i’m not.”

and jisung spills everything about his parents and lucas. and felix. (he talks so much about felix. he just can’t stop himself from feeling, it seems)

the friar takes one look into jisung’s eyes and knows that he won’t take no for an answer, so he walks over to his cupboard and hands jisung a tiny vial

“drink this in the morning. to outside eyes, you will be dead. it’ll last long enough for you to be buried. felix will hear of your death, but i’ll write him the truth. he can meet you when you’ve woken up, and you can escape together.”

jisung thanks him profusely and tucks the vial away safely

he finally manages to sleep that night, tangled in the blankets and comforted by the thought of seeing felix again

in the morning, though, he hesitates

it could be poision, or it could do nothing, or it could do a thousand things other than make jisung appear dead. jisung doesn’t know what the friar’s intentions are, and for all he knows, this potion could make him actually dead.

but is it worth it? is it worth the risk of dying, to see felix again?

jisung knows his answer. the potion tastes awful going down, but he drinks it all. he hides the empty bottle in his medicine cabinet.

for the first couple minutes, nothing happens, and jisung swallows down disappointment. but before the hope fades out and resignation takes its place, he starts to feel tired. his head feels heavy, and his eyelids take a lot more effort to open than he remembers

i’ll see you soon, felix, he thinks, before it all goes dark

.

felix stares at the messenger in front of him. she’s the last messenger allowed in or out of the city—it’s quarantined now, the plague that jisung warned him about spreading at an alarming rate

“are you sure?” he asks, trying to still his trembling hands

the messenger nods, her eyes apologetic. “yes, sir. according to lady capulet, jisung was found dead in his bedroom this morning.”

“and his funeral?” felix presses on, despite the pain. he has to know.

“scheduled for this afternoon, when the wedding was to take place.”

this afternoon; that’s all felix needs to hear

he must look insane to the apothecary, begging for his fastest-acting poison, no matter the cost, but it doesn’t matter; nothing matters now except for jisung

he jumps onto his horse with the poison and an unlit lantern held tight in hand, ignoring the borders set by the quarantine, and races back home.

back to jisung.

sad ending / happy ending

[letstalksymphogear]

Symphogear, EP. 3 (Cont.)

“aight fellas im here for the fortnite session where we droppin boys”

Hibiki shows up, ready to participate in this four player game of sociological tension.

“hope hibiki’s doing okay. im worried about her. ryoko, stop resting your arm on my head.”

“ryoko does as ryoko pleases baby”

Vibrates angstily.

“im missing my wife for this guys please lets just do this”

“wish i had a wife too instead of this vase filled with fucking ashes” SLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORP

The squad analyzes the statistics of all Noise outbreaks over the last month to see if there’s a pattern somewhere. Somehow, Hibiki is regarded as an authority on this, despite being just a normal girl.

This is not the face of someone who has a degree in Noisology, let alone even listened to a Noisia album.

“looking photogenic while this girl describes how these horrible, lovecraftian entities butcher entire populations will look great on my acting resume”

Strained sounds of holding back laughter at this absolute clownery.

*coughs quietly*

Exposition goes on about the UN acknowledging the existence of Noise, but them existing for far longer, existing in myths as demons and monsters of long ago. This makes little sense, but fuck it, just roll with it. They also say the Noise is rare, but this being Symphogear, the Noise will be here forever, until the end of time.

“its like the noise are a metaphor........................”

Hibiki, looking dead inside as the average overnight studying student would, muses whether someone is behind the noise. She also asks if you can hear the sound of one hand clapping.

Tsubasa makes a very relevant observation that the school is smack dab at the center of all these outbreaks. In retrospect, you probably should have asked her first. She points out it may be because someone wants their get their hands on the almost complete relic hidden away in the 2nd Division: Durandal. Why anyone wants an old ass french sword is beyond me.

“yeah i can do exposition too, fuck you”

Finished relics are extremely rare and as a result extremely powerful. Incomplete ones are pretty powerful, but need to be rebuilt a bit.

“i discovered all this, conveniently, as the only person left to do so! totally not suspicious at all.”

“anime plot hurting brain. bullshit levels make think no good.”

“wish i got hired for a macross anime instead, they get to go to space”

“being meguca is suf- wait, im confusing my roles”

The exposition goes on to note that America wants the relic. This is one of the few shows that depicts America in a very serious and antagonistic light. America never cooperates in any useful way except once.

“it should would suck if someone was sending us them noise monster all on purpose-like”

“yeah............! suuuuuure would suck.... mmmmmmmmmhmmmmmmm...”

Tsubasa and Ogawa quietly plan idol ruminations. This animation used to be far, far worse.

This is the moment where Tsubasa becomes sword-kin. From here on out, she will always refer to herself as a sword. This is law. Literally every single season has this same deal. She believes she is a sword. I know it’s not literal, but I like pretending it is.

Succ Intensifies

“gonna get her number later after the season is over, damn”

Hibiki muses on the nature of war.

“why we gotta fight”

“cause yall suck”

Ryoko then says some very not nice things that we’re just going to walk right around because Ryoko is a little bit of a weirdo and should probably keep her flirting to the short haired lady working on the bridge.

“i will call the cops, lady”

Hibiki starts her next day at school as she spots Tsubasa during her choir class.

“forget my nintendo switch with the latest smash bros game in the classroom goddamnit”

“hibiki please tone down the gay for five seconds while we try to get through this dumb singing class in one piece”

“i smell a homewrecker”

“THE GAY CAN NEVER BE TONED DOWN, IT CAN ONLY BE TONED”

Hibiki is then fed by multiple classmates for this statement.

The Anime Janai crew is fond of Hibiki, much like a group of Lords being fond of the royal court jester. Hibiki clowns it up by working on a report she procrastinated until the very last minute. “Your life sure is an anime!”, one of them says. Hibiki then says, “I wish!”. They smile in unison at the irony.

Look at how they mock the threads of reality. Absolute monsters.

Hibiki nails the report at the skin of her teeth, Miku’s gonna get ready for the meteor shower, everyone’s real fucking happy, the evening looks peaceful, all is well.

“i cant wait to do all these fun things we promised several times over!”

Unfortunately, the worst case scenario happens.

Her tiddies start ringing.

“no.... fuck.... my tiddies... they’re ringing...”

She knows now she cannot go.

In retrospect, she probably could’ve blown them off. I mean, what are they gonna do? Fire her? She’s practically irreplaceable. Alas, her conscience is too strong. The ringing from her tiddies too loud to ignore.

“okay im back for the thing you promised we’d do repeatedly that we planned for a good amount of weeks now”

“...”

“i got fucking ghosted didnt i”

“cannot fucking believe i got ditched on my hot date with hibiki. bet its because her tiddies rang, isnt it. always her and her... GODDAMN tiddies ringing ALL THE TIME. LET ME BE WITH HER... god...”

“bae. im sorry. the tiddies rang. i have no choice.”

Miku tries to keep it together. Neither of them are happy about this state of affairs, and rightfully so, because it’s fucking stupid. Hell, it would have made more sense of Miku knew but still got jealous anyway, because she feels her job is establishing too much distance! And they talk those problems out instead of issues that only arise if everyone’s a goddamn moron about communication!

“but thats the point of the pl-”

NO! IT’S NOT CLEVER! IT’S FRUSTRATING! THERE ARE CLEVER WAYS TO SHOW A LACK OF COMMUNICATION BESIDES A CHAIN OF OBSTACLES TOO STUPID TO EXIST!

Miku takes the whole thing with grace even though I’m absolutely certain she threw her phone at the wall in raw, gay frustration.

Hibiki, understandably, is pretty fucking pissed.

“im gay. im angry, and im gonna fuck yall up for RUINING MY DATE AFTER HAVING FINISHED MY DAMN REPORT”

Hibiki fights the Noise. She’s gotten slightly better at fighting, but for now she’s still sorta trash at it. A grape themed Noise throws bombs and crushed her under rocks from a ceiling.

You’re a student. You’re the lone survivor of a concert that you got flak about for years. You go to an institution for singing with your best friend and basically get shoved into a life of crime fighting unwittingly. Your only teammate hates you and tried to kill you. You don’t get to hang out with your best friend anymore. Your teachers hate you. And you’re losing against the abominations that may have potentially warped your life negatively, forever.

This is probably the pivotal moment where Hibiki fucking snaps and decides she ain’t taking shit anymore. She’s not at her strongest yet, but mentally? She has decided to tell the world to go fuck itself.

“MY WIFE THINKS IM CHEAAAAAATING, MY TEAMMATE THINKS I SUUUUUUUUUCK, AND I’M SICK AND TIRED OF IT”

My, Hibiki, what big fangs you have. All the more to grit your teeth and beat the shit out of things with, I assure you.

Needless to say, even without having the skill, she’s starting to understand and get more comfortable with the full extent of the power her suit provides her.

She’s gotten so mad that even the illustrators are afraid of her.

To note: this isn’t just anime drama silhouette stylization. She is actually physically turning into a red eyed shadow. You’ll know why later down the road.

“YOU WANNA FUCKIN FIGHT ME NOW TSUBASA? HUH? HUH? YOU WANNA FUCKIN’ FIGHT ME?!”

Needless to say, her rampage goes on for a while.

She manages to dispatch all the Noise except for the Grape themed one. Up in the hole it made, she sees the meteor fall from the sky...

Wait, look closer. Is it a bird?

A plane?!

No, it’s...!

“i aint gonna tell her i just did a wish on her”

Sword!

“why the fuck does SHE get jetpacks?!”

Hibiki randomly yells out she wants to protect things too, for absolutely no real reason. Who would even break the ice with that. Hibiki, please.

They sorta stare each other down in a field awkwardly, like a bad high school reunion. But, a mysterious voice breaks out of literally fucking nowhere.

“didnt know they legalized gay marriage in japan already, otherwise id be showing up to this joke of a marriage sooner, you absolute buffoons”

“did this bitch just insinuate id waste my time getting married to this complete idiot, let alone even contemplate getting married in a public park as opposed to having a customized karaoke based marriage in the FUCKING HILTON?!”

“hey time out dont say that shit im already married and my wife already feels enough like im cheating so please keep those comments to yourself okay please”

“eat my ass, nerds. id tell you to come to the park in 15 minutes for an ass kicking...

but we’re already here, now aren’t we?”