#having regrets is pointless as he knows so he claims to not have them. do i believe him? well you can if you want. but me i dont
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windupaidoneus · 2 months ago
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sometimes i worry ppl think i say all that ahit to liek absolve him of guilt regarding what hes done or that im trying to be like auhhh he didnt wanna guysss its not his fault :(( but at the same time if someone expects that of me they probably arent worth worrying about
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tarjapearce · 5 months ago
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Regarding Stealing and plagiarism by Fangweaver99/Miorjah
WARNING: LOTS AND LOTS OF TEXT AND PROOFS OF PLAGIARISM.
For a brief context to those that don't know, on June 20th I was notified through this post that there was a story that contained awfully simmilar ideas of my fic, Of Flowers and Humminfbirds. An idea that has been out for almost a year both here and A03.
As some of you may know, plagiarism has been part of my stance on this website. Not once, not twice, but thrice now with my stories.
However, as I said before, I will NOT tolerate more of this disrespectful behavior towards my work. The user in the post provided some proofs as you can see. However I took the liberty to see with my own eyes that not only some ideas were copied/tweaked. but also, parts of my fic that revolves mostly on the events of chapter 1,2 and 3 of OFAHB were taken.
Also, this is NOT an open invitation to harass them. Mind you, before I get accused of it again.
To starters, I'd like to clarify some things that might not be clear to people. Fangweaver themselves told me they had NEVER read my fanfiction, only my other work, called Miguelverse. Their friend approached me first with this BIG fat lie.
"They haven't read your fanfiction"
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Now, If they haven't read it, why their name showed up in my kudos notification mail on MAY 5TH 2024? And their fic A Minor Slip Up was posted on 2024-06-15? Proof A:
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Proof B: (If you go to my A03 profile on my fic, you can see it for yourself that their name is there.)
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2. False accusations of harrasment done by their friend qphelia : Proof A:
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Which was the opposite, as my ask box got filled by the same people over and over. (You can see it in my profile if you scroll down enough, along some claims they've done)
Proof B: (Didn't you just say that they were getting harrassed already?)
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Which I did, they reached out an hour later, saying exactly the same.
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Now regret of not reading their outline, cause they did send it. I was too angry to look at it.
Now. The plagiarism.
As most of you know, Comic Miguel is a cheater. He cheated on Xina Kwan with Dana D'Angelo, but he NEVER cheats on Dana. Some may say, "Yes, that has been done before where Miguel cheats on Dana" and you're right. However, cheating SPECIFICALLY on her in a gala, hosted by Alchemax and having sex in a workplace space, Isn´t canonical nor generic. It's from my authorship.
Of Flowers and Hummingbirds Chapter 1, Miguel and Reader Meeting and mentions of cheating:
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Proof A, B & C of Fangweaver's fic, on Chapter 2 & 4:
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A not so subtle hint to my 'underpaid receptionist' reader.
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The span of time working for Alchemax. I know it sounds stupid, but it's there. Even that got used.
OFAHB Chapter 1:
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Fangweaver's fic synopsis and proof A:
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The Smut. You might think this is getting ridiculous but, it isn't.
In OFAHB chapter 1 There is a fingering scene, and some other dialogues that got tweaked/cherrypicked.
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Fangweaver's fic on chapter 3:
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Now, you think that's it but, sadly no.
In the aftermath of the cheating sex, in my fic, OFAHB chapter 1, they share a moment where reader falls to the floor and look for her panties. Then, they clean themselves up.
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in Fangweaver's fic on chapter 4:
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The reader's pregnancy suspicion:
On chapter 2 of OFAHB, Reader is struck with a nausea wave she thinks its food poisoning at first, then she faints and goes to Alchemax clinic where she is handed vitamins and a pregnancy test:
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In Fangweaver's fic on chapter 7:
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The confession:
OFAHB Chapter 3: Miguel and reader share a heated arguement, hinting at the baby isn't his.
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On Fangweaver's fic, chapter 6:
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Update: They've changed the synopsis of their work.
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I could name a few more but in truth, it's pointless when the obvious is there. Sadly I've been pushed to put disclaimers in each of my stories, cause of this. It shouldn't happen, since we're supposed to be adults, knowing what's right and what's wrong. And if you know thievery is wrong, why doing it?
Credits won't be given because they know what they've done. What truly angered me were the accusations of harassment, and the OBVIOUS cynism on their end. Which reminds me, these three people are involved in the creation of that fic.
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Although I know that there is no way to protect my work from people like this, it's truly discouraging for me as a content creator to have this sort of experiences in the fandom.
CREDIT ALWAYS . Don't go for the easy way. Don't disrespect people just for dumb shit as views and popularity.
-T.
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blank468 · 8 months ago
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One of things that fans bring up when talking about Bakugo’s development is that Bakugo knows Deku well than anyone else far beyond his bullying. He’s supposedly feels sorry/guilty for Deku for not only bullying him but for the fact that he’s going through a downward spiral since the minute he was given OFA. While at the same time he hates himself for his behavior and realizes how he acts is not the traits of a hero and is probably why All Might didn’t choose him as his successor.
Let’s say Bakugo has always felt this way post Kamino, specifically after his rematch with Deku, what does he do to fix this issue, while knowing the problems Deku is facing ?
Jack s**t.
Bakugo’s actions and behavior barely differ than before. Most of his presence after Kamino is honestly pointless and shallow because he has no real contribution to the story. Him being shoved along with Deku and Shoto to do the internship with Endeavor doesn’t do any thing but give us more annoying moments with him. He acts incredibly aggressive and inappropriate when he’s with the Todoroki family. He’s only in that arc so he can have power progression. His involvement with OFA doesn’t amount to anything other than mindless yelling, guilt tripping and him being incredibly obnoxious. While at the same time he insults the deaths of the previous users and All Might doesn’t see this as an issue. Bakugo and Deku don’t even have any interactions that’s not about heroism, OFA or about them trying to surpass each other. Having these two interact about some general stuff would give them a chance to improve their relationship. I honestly wished there was a conversation between these two after Deku returns to UA where Deku talks about their relationship and how he truly felt.
But of course this doesn’t happen and we get the exact same slop as before and Bakugo continues to projects his anger towards Deku thinking that’s it’s his victims fault for him bullying him.
Granted he has been shown to have some regret for how he treated Deku but he barely does anything to fix behavior towards him and only waited at the last minute to give his half assed apology.
You can say that him training with Deku when he unlocked Blackwhip is proof that he is helping, but this doesn’t mean anything because Bakugo instantly gives up all because him constantly trying to injure Deku isn’t working. It’s only later in chapter 336 we see these two training together along with Class 1A, but it’s late in the story and what was given was too little too late. We’re just supposed to believe that they have been training and understanding each other together on a positive level off screen.
This series can go on all it wants about how their favorite wonder boy has changed as a character and how he now has the traits of a true hero. But nothing about what he does and how he interacts with others ever conveys that claim in a way that looks believable. The story has shown us that Bakugo’s villainous behavior makes things worse for himself and around other like Class 1A, and he never once felt guilt
Bakugo has never had a real reason and any saying for his actions towards his so called best friend and towards everyone in general. His reasonings for being an asshole and to why he hates Deku either doesn’t do anything or just make him look even more petty and also come across as if he is emotionally manipulating everyone around him.(EX. The moment when Deku tells Bakugo that he got his quirk from someone happened because Bakugo made him feel guilty about hiding his quirk to him during the Ground Battle Trial.)
I seen people say that Bakugo’s line “I’m sorry Izuku for everything” means that he’s always felt haunted by his constant guilt for what he did and the long term affects of it, but he’s also sorry that things ended up the way they did.
The thing is; Bakugo I would think would have the curtsy to put some effort into how he treats Deku before and after his apology.
I think it’s fair to say that Deku’s self destructive behavior is because of Bakugo’s bullying and him treating Deku like a failure. And I know this is also because of All Might’s heroism and how Deku viewed him, but if you remember in his rematch with Bakugo, he made it clear that while he was inspired by All Might it was Bakugo that he looked up to the most.
Instead of having it where he realizes that action are petty and taking accountability during Villain Hunt, he’s chooses to not only puts the blame his victim but also puts all the blame on Deku’s destructive behavior and his issues of self worth on All Might. Meanwhile he has the nerve to say he’s the only one that knows Deku more than everyone else and people like All Might, Endeavor, Aizawa, Uraraka, Iida and even Shoto can just piss off.
Bakugo is supposed to have changed as a better person; he supposedly now has a better understanding of Deku is now caring to him and yet he’s still acts the same as he did before and continues to antagonize others to satisfy his ego. Meanwhile fans continue to excuse this as a subversion of our expectations. Granted the way he treats everyone is not as awful as he was Pre- Kamino, but that still doesn’t excuse his behavior and how lazy his development is. And no, him telling a child not to look down on others otherwise you won’t recognize your own weakness doesn’t work because he himself can’t even take his own words to heart.
This is just the creator’s attempt at trying to paint his favorite character in a good light without doing anything with him to have him earn it. I can care very little about him feeling guilty about All Might’s retirement. I personally don’t think it’s Bakugo’s fault for his retirement; I blame him for starting the rescue mission and making things worse during the Forset Camp Training Arc. I probably would have cared about Bakugo’s dynamic with All Might if most of their interactions weren’t him being incredibly selfish and down right being a prick to his idol for no reason.
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sephirthoughts · 3 months ago
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3, 15, 19 for vincent and/or genesis :3c
oooh hoo hoo making me choose between my sons, are ya? joke's on you sucker i pick both!!
3. Obscure headcanon Vincent
He's Wutaian. He's Wutaian he's Wutaian he's Wutaian. Half, to be precise, as his father was clearly not. I don't know how this is even an obscure headcanon at this point because he so clearly is (to me) that it baffles me that it's not the widespread theory.
Also I could be wrong but that seems highly unlikely as I have never been wrong ever in my life.
3. Obscure headcanon Genesis
Unlike many kids who get singled out for their hair color or other physical traits they have no control over, Genesis always loved his red hair and refused to feel weird or othered about it. No one else had red hair, so it was clearly an indicator of something special about him. He was prettier and more unique than them, so they were naturally jealous, which motivated their remarks. He believed it so firmly, that the attitude in Banora began to shift toward seeing red hair as a rare and desirable gift, rather than something weird to be mocked (it did help that he was the child of the most influential and wealthy people in the town).
Angeal always loved Gen's red hair, but he kept that to himself, because all the boys that approached Genesis immediately complimented his hair, and it stripped the uniqueness and sincerity out of what would have been a very heartfelt statement about the thing that he adored so much.
15. Worst thing they’ve ever done Vincent
Vincent was a Turk, so he's certainly done some very morally questionable things. For example, disposal of witnesses. Shinra has a strict policy of leaving no evidence of wrongdoing whatsoever. It was up to the Turks to clean up whatever mess had been left behind, in the wake of the most recent PR disaster waiting to happen. Vincent knew that going in. It was part of the job, and if he couldn't do the job, he shouldn't have signed up for it. Once it was done, it was done, and you moved on to the next assignment. Guilt and regret would only lead to hesitation, in the future, and impact your performance. He understood all of that.
It's just that…some of those kids were probably too young to even understand what was happening, let alone remember and tell anyone. Was there really no other choice?
15. Worst thing they’ve ever done Genesis
He did kill his adoptive parents, but he doesn't feel the least bit bad about that, so it doesn't count.
However, in a moment of anger, as a young First, he called Sephiroth a pathetic orphan and told him being the best at fighting wouldn't bring his parents back. Sephiroth just looked thoughtful, and then nodded in agreement. The boy's quiet acceptance of his cruel but not-untrue jab haunted Genesis for years afterward. Sephiroth claimed not to recall the incident, but insisted he wouldn't have been hurt by such a patently accurate statement, anyway.
19. Vices/bad habits Vincent
Vincent smokes!!! Or, more accurately, he did. A long time ago. Most of the Turks take up smoking, to calm their nerves or kill time on shitty stakeouts, or just to socialize with the others. It's pretty much endemic to the job. Vincent was no different. That's why he isn't bothered by Cid's smoking in the least, and actually rather likes the comforting familiarity of the smell. He doesn't smoke as a habit, anymore, because nicotine has zero effect on him, rendering the activity pointless from that standpoint, but he will smoke a cigarette with Cid ever so often, from nostalgia. Sometimes it's nice to pretend to be alive again.
19. Vices/bad habits Genesis
He has a terrible habit of getting riled up, in the moment, and saying the worst/cruelest/most dramatic thing possible. He doesn't mean it, usually, and he's not actually a cruel or vindictive person—and it's not like he hasn't tried to rein it in, he has! But he literally can't control his tongue when his anger runs high (he certainly has an undiagnosed executive function disorder). Without fail, he winds up saying something nasty again, and then regretting it yet again. He always apologizes sincerely and tries to make it up to the person, but they're not always appeased by yet another after-the-fact mea culpa.
In the case that it's too late to apologize…well, those words just echo in his mind, forever, like an ugly litany, memorializing everything he regrets.
Thank you so much for the ask, these ones were really fun!! 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤
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mrsclearwaters · 6 months ago
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Paul Lahote x Emmett Cullen imprinting fic
Paul imprints on Emmett at a meeting and tries to fight it.
Some angst, fluff
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(I originally uploaded this like a month ago on another account that I’ve had for years. It was my first ever post but I’m stupid and the email I used for that account was from when I was 13 and I don’t have access too it so now I’m logged out permanently which is kinda heartbreaking. Luckily I still have the story in my drafts so I’m reposting).
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Paul was unable to make it to the treaty meeting after Jacobs imprint and didn't witness Seth and Leah's imprints but he was less than pleased when he saw it replayed in the shifters minds.
He likes to think he could've stopped this madness, not the imprints but at least the treaty mishap, if he was there.
The leeches claimed 3 of his friends, his family, and it pisses him off to no end. He knows he can't blame his pack mates for their imprints but he can sure as hell blame the vampires for choosing Forks, for meeting the pack, for everything that led to this moment.
Sam decided to make them come to this meeting in their human forms, something he'd argued against for hours but eventually had to give in to his Alphas decision.
Seth, Leah and Jacob seem to have warmed up to their imprints, Leah more reluctantly than the others and as much as it infuriates him, he can't exactly expect them to deny their fated mates.
This meeting is to discuss fighting techniques for future issues that both may encounter and he reluctantly follows Sam and Jacobs trucks on his bike, with Seth clinging onto him as he drives and the others riding with the Alphas.
When he finally pulls up and Seth runs towards his imprint before he fully stops, he groans at the inevitable torture.
Leah and Jacob stay put on either side of Sam but they aren't as tense as Paul in front of the vampires.
"Hello Carlisle," Sam addresses their leader who smiles and greets him back.
"I'm glad you're open to building trust with us." Sam nods,
"It'd be best for the future of both of us. You said we we're going through fight techniques?"
"Yes, Jasper is a trained general, he knows how to fight vampires, specifically newborns who would be a great threat should we ever come across them. It would be a useful tool to learn."
"Okay so let's do that." Carlisle nods and Jasper steps forward, he goes into an explanation and then a demonstration with all of the Cullens.
Paul thinks this is a pointless exercise, they know how to fight, and vampires are their natural enemies, they don't need tips.
He watches Sam go against Quil, Embry against Colin, Rosalie against Jared and Alice against Seth until Jaspers eyes land on him.
He rolls his eyes and steps forward, cracking his knuckles.
"Who am I fighting?"
"I think Emmett should be a good fit against you." He learns that Emmett is the brute when he steps forward with a shit eating grin but his eyes shift when they land on him.
Edwards eyes widen and he looks at him confused, the mind reader just shakes his head as if to tell him to wait.
He shakes it off but he feels them eyes stay on him as he goes behind a tree and shifts before coming back to face his opponent.
When he does he regrets everything. He should have skipped this meeting too, because the universe clearly hates him.
His imprint, his whole world, his sole purpose for living, is a fucking leech. That must have been the reason for the shift in the brutes eyes, he'd mated and when Paul shifted so did he.
The shifters who'd already had their matches started exclaiming their shock in his mind until Sam silenced them all.
'Oh my god! Paul, you too man?!' Jared, he didn't fucking ask for this.
'This is so good!' Seth, and he rolls his eyes because this is anything but good.
'Maybe this is a good thing,' Colin, he appreciates the effort but he wants to fucking scream at the thought of this.
'Come on Paul, he's your soulmate, there's clearly a reason for this.' Embry, yeah and the reason is that the universe has it out for him.
'I still don't get how this shit is possible,' Quil, the voice of fucking reason.
'Everyone Quiet!' Sam, now he's going to get a lecture about accepting this and not breaking both of their hearts or some shit.
'Paul-'
'I don't wanna hear it Sam.'
'I won't lecture you. Just talk to him before you do anything you'll regret.' Too late.
As soon as his imprint steps forward, he moves back and then before he knows it he's running.
He hears the pack shouting for him, and Jacob telling his imprint to, "give him time," but he doesn't dwell on any of it.
He's outside his house and he's unshifted. He thinks about it for a moment and decides he'd rather not face his parents right now, he's too out of it too make anything up.
So he does the next best thing, and climbs in through his bedroom window.
The only thing he can think to do is sleep, he doesn't want to think about what just happened and what it means.
He's fated to a leech, what a fucking nightmare.
When he wakes up his head is throbbing and he knows it's not normal but he ignores it and goes out for his usual run, pushing through the pain and ignoring the occasional tug from the new link in his mind.
Every day that goes by with him ignoring the imprint, the pain gets worse but he forces himself to push through it.
His heart feels like it's being ripped apart every time he thinks about Emmett's face when he ran away but all he can do is push it to the back of his mind and ignore it.
On day 5, Sam asks him to do patrol, he's avoided shifting for this long knowing how much worse it will get when his wolf has control. He's been pushing his wolf down for so long and it's been fighting back, pushing him towards Emmett.
When he finally shifts with Quil and lets Jared end his patrol he feel's everything tenfold. The pain from Emmett is mixed with a hunger he's never felt before and he realises his mate hasn't been feeding.
'Ffs, I need to hunt for him now.'
'Mate, you should just speak to him. Clearly it's affecting you. You can barely function.'
'I'm fine. Quil, you need to give this to him. I can't be near him.'
'You can't trust yourself with him?' Quil laughs and he gives him a deadpan look knowing how weird it looks in his wolf form.
'Alright, I'll do it.' He rolls his eyes and begins his search for prey.
He comes across a deer and slowly sneaks up on it, attacking the jugular and making sure it's dead before dropping it in front of Quil who grabs it and runs towards the Cullens house.
He watches through the pack mind as Quil comes to a stop in front of the mansion and a confused Carlisle opens the door.
"Quil, right?" He nods and Carlisle smiles still confused before Edward joins him and reads his mind.
"Paul knows Emmett hasn't been feeding, he sent Quil to give him the deer. He hunted it himself."
Emmett steps onto his balcony as soon as he hears his mates name and jumps down in front of the wolf who drops the food in front of the vampire.
"Thank you." They all know it's aimed at Paul and he practically swoons at the small smile sent his way.
'You're already sappy for him bro.' Quil laughs.
'Shut the fuck up.' He watches Edward laugh a bit at the conversation and tells him to fuck off too.
Quil nods at them all before leaving and making his way back.
Slowly the hunger Paul could feel through the link dissipates and the pain that has been lingering for days also dulls slightly.
He repeats Emmett's smile in his head through his whole patrol and Quil practically runs home when they're done, glad to be done with his pining.
'Just talk to him man,' he hears before the pack mind is empty. He rolls his eyes and unshifts himself to go back to his usual routine, sleep, eat, and then sleep some more.
Sleep is the only thing that dissipates the pain, heartbreak and throbbing head alike.
But at the 2 week mark his mind is playing with him, his days consist of staying in bed, his parents and the pack forcing him to eat, he can't shake the squeezing of his heart and the feeling that his very being and soul is hurting, his dreamless nights have turned into a nightmare.
Emmett being chased by some random vampire, she's right on his tale until she starts jumping through trees in the preserve and then finally lands on him and rips his head off.
He wakes up screaming and sweating when it happens. Sam comes running in with the rest of the pack in tow, they were discussing what to do about Paul's imprint when they heard his cries.
"Paul! Paul, what's happened. Calm down, tell me what happened."
"Em-Emmett. He died- ahhhh." He thrashes and screams at the pain that fills his whole body now, his heart is breaking, the guilt of not being there, of not saving him is overwhelming.
He hears muffled talking and shouts until Jacob and Leah are in front of him, "Paul, he's okay. He's alive. We just saw him."
He looks up at them, trying to find out if there's any truth in their words, and he finally feels the link in his mind still exists. His heart rate picks up in relief and he lets out a sob.
"Paul, please. It's killing you. Just go see him." Sam begs and he looks at the alpha.
"He's not doing well either." Seth starts, the look Jacob and Leah share with him doesn't go unnoticed.
"He's been begging us not to tell you, to let you figure it out on your own. But you haven't shifted, so you haven't seen it. When you told Quil to give him that deer because you felt the hunger when you shifted. It's the last thing he let himself eat because you got it."
"He's been getting worse, like he's punishing himself for not being good enough for you. He won't leave his room, he shouldn't get sick but he looks paler every time we see him, like he's disappearing before our eyes." Jacob adds and he reels in anger, shock, and guilt.
He knew ignoring his imprint would hurt him, he didn't know that mates worked the same way, he thought Emmett would be okay without him. Albeit hurt but okay nonetheless.
"What the fuck?! Why hasn't he been feeding? Why does he think he's not fucking good enough?!" Before the pack can say anything else he storms out and shifts.
He pauses when it hits him, agony. He feels like he hasn't eaten in months, the link between them that's stronger when shifted is weak, he can barely feel him.
His wolf cries out and he runs as fast as he can towards the Cullen house.
When voices pop into his head one by one he ignores them and pushes through, finally reaching the mansion.
He shifts back, pulling his shorts on and speeding to the front door, where Alice opens it with a sympathetic smile.
He doesn't deserve that, he's pissed at himself more than anything. He could take the pain, but how dare he cause his mate the same fate.
"Where is he?" She points to the stairs and he rushes past her, the rest of the Cullens scattered across the living and the pack piling into the house behind him.
"It's the second room on the left," she says to him as he goes and he mutters a small thanks as he runs up.
He barges into the room, and the sight he's met with makes him want to throw up.
Emmett quickly stands from his bed and smiles softly, "Paul." He looks so pale, even for a vampire this doesn't seem natural, his eyes are bloodshot, there'd be tear tracks down his cheeks if he could cry.
Paul rushes forward and shoves him into the wall next to the balcony,
"Why haven't you been feeding?!" Emmett looks confused and shakes his head,
"How could I? I don't deserve to feed. I'm a leech remember, you could never love me." Paul reels in shock, his grip loosens and he feels a lump in the back of his throat.
"You- you're."
"Im sorry you had to come here Paul. You can leave if you want." He knows neither of them want that. He can see in Emmett's eyes that he's hurting at even the idea.
He doesn't know what to say so he does the next best thing, he holds out his arm. Emmett looks even more confused now, eyebrows knitted together, it's kind of cute.
He shakes the thought out of his head, right now he needs to help his mate, and his blood should bring back his strength faster than anything else.
"Eat." He demands and Emmett's eyes widen. "I- I can't. I haven't fed, I don't think I could stop myself."
"I'm willing to take that risk... and.. I trust you." Emmett shakes his head,
"I'll hurt you. I can't."
"Emmett, you're weak, this is the only way to bring your strength back. I'm your mate, I know you won't hurt me."
Emmett looks at him, his eyes conflicted and he brings his arm too his own mouth, using his sharp wolf teeth to penetrate the skin, hissing a bit, before pushing his arm closer to Emmett's mouth,
"Eat." He says again and finally he gives in, gently holding his arm and bringing it to his mouth. He hesitates for a second before licking the dripping blood and then allowing himself to continue.
It doesn't hurt the way Paul thought it would, it's like the more his mate drinks, the more satisfied he feels. When Emmett finally feels the liquid he worries for a second that he won't stop. It's better than anything he's ever tasted, and he knows it's because it's Paul. But he also knows he could never hurt him and allows himself to enjoy it for a moment.
Paul feels weak, not from his blood being drained but from the feeling of giving his mate strength. It's overwhelmingly good.
He rests his head on Emmett's shoulder and feels the vampire pause, "it's okay, keep going." He says it in the softest tone and he doesn't think he's ever heard himself use that tone with anyone.
When Paul actually starts to feel lightheaded he lets Emmett keep going for a few seconds before he stops him.
"Emmett.. that's enough." He thinks the vampire can't hear him for a second but then he feels the fangs retract and Emmett licks the wound to clean it up.
When they look at each other they realise what just happened, Paul can't help the blush that spreads across his cheeks. He'd ignored it for so long and when he finally gave in it was so intimate that it was overwhelming.
"I'm sorry I caused you pain," he whispers and Emmett just smiles at him,
"You don't understand how long I've wanted this."
"I think I do." Paul can't help but steal a look at his imprints lips before looking back into his eyes.
"You're the most stubborn man I've ever met you know." Emmett says. He laughs a bit and nods.
They're so close that their breaths are mingled and Paul can't help it anymore, he leans in and closes the gap, catching Emmett's gasp and deepening the kiss.
When they pull away so Paul can catch his breath their lips are bruised and Emmett is beaming at him.
Paul feels even more lightheaded after that and stumbles the tiniest bit, but Emmett catches on and helps steady him, moving them towards the bed.
"Did I go too far," he panics and Paul shakes his head, "no, I'm fine. It's fine." He whispers softly.
"Do you want to sleep?" The thought of climbing into his imprints bed and being surrounded by that smell is so tempting. He nods and moves to get under the covers.
When Emmett sits on the chair next to the bed he looks at him confused and the vampire looks back with a similar look.
"Why are you over there?" The vampire grins cheekily, "you want me to lay with you?"
The growing smirk makes him blush and he rolls his eyes indignantly, shaking his head.
"Nah, I'll just sleep on my own." He turns to his side and hears a laugh that makes his heart race.
"Paul?" He ignores it, "pauul," and he shakes his head.
It's silent for a second but then he hears ruffling and their's a breath on his neck, "Alright, I'll lay here with you." The hairs on his neck rise and he turns around quickly. His breath hitches at how close they are again.
"I didn't think you'd want me too." Emmett tells him honestly.
"I just let you drink my blood. I think sharing a bed is a small step compared to that." He whispers back and Emmett laughs a bit.
"That was a hell of a way to start wasn't it?" And Paul just nods in agreement, closing his eyes.
"Does this mean you've accepted me?" Emmett asks after a few moments of silence. Paul peeks an eye open to see if he's being serious and when he realises he is he looks at him incredulously.
"Okay, okay. You have. I was just making sure you won't leave again." Paul feels a pang of guilt hit him again when he realises how much he's hurt his imprint and shakes his head.
"I'm sorry. I should have come sooner." He whispers and Emmett smiles softly, "I understand." Paul shakes his head, "no, I won't ever forgive myself for putting you through that." Emmett rolls his eyes now, "you put yourself through it too. You're just stubborn." Before Paul can speak, Emmett kisses him softly.
"Sleep," Emmett tells him when they pull away and he sighs but obliges, closing his eyes and falling asleep comfortably for the first time in weeks.
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cosmicjoke · 2 years ago
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One aspect of Levi’s and Erwin’s relationship that I feel like people constantly misunderstand is what, exactly, is was that Erwin did for Levi in terms of shaping him.  I’ve seen some people try to claim that Erwin saved Levi by pulling him out of the Underground and freeing him from a life of criminality, and thus, turning him toward being a good person.  But this would of course imply that Levi hadn’t been a good person before he met Erwin, and this just simply isn’t true.  Erwin didn’t make Levi into a good person, or teach him how to be a good person. Levi already was before he ever came above ground. Yes, he was technically a criminal, in that he engaged in criminal activity, but that doesn’t mean he was a bad person.  He was already protecting people and fighting for their dreams in the Underground.  Namely Furlan and Isabel.  He took them to the surface because it was their dream to live above, and he took them in and served as their protector and caretaker, essentially, when it was of no, real benefit to him in terms of his own survival.  He took them in because he was already kind and compassionate.  Erwin didn’t instill those qualities in Levi.
What Erwin did was give Levi direction.  
Philosophically, he helped shape Levi’s belief in “no regrets” by telling him not to blame himself for when things go wrong, to drown in questions of “what if” or doubts, but to instead give meaning to the deaths of those he isn’t able to save by fighting on in their name and for their dreams.  He uses Furlan and Isabel as the example, because they were Levi’s best friends and family, and they died fighting for their dream of living on the surface. Levi is someone who’s been surrounded by pointless, meaningless death his whole life, living in the Underground, and exposed to it very early on in his life through having to watch his mother die.  So of course it would strike a cord with him, this idea that he can somehow change that, that he can somehow give meaning to death, and prevent people from dying for nothing.  Erwin tells Levi that this is actually possible.  That he just has to keep fighting in their name for it to be possible. The very fact that this resonates so strongly with Levi is proof in itself of what a good person he is, that something like this would be so appealing to him.  From there, Levi formed his philosophy of always following his heart, and not letting his fear of failure or a possible bad outcome stop him from doing so.  And Levi’s heart is always in the right place, acting out of humanity and compassion, rather than questions of personal success or failure, and certainly never out of self-interest or aggrandizement.  He chooses whatever he knows he will regret the least, whatever sits most right with him in his heart.  Essentially, Erwin helped Levi to believe more in himself. 
Erwin also gave Levi direction in terms of showing him a way to use his strength most effectively, not just to help individual people, one at a time, but all of humanity, by fighting for their freedom from the titans and the walls.  Erwin posits himself as the leader with the vision to create such a world, and Levi as a tool to help him shape it, and Levi readily accepts this role and allows Erwin to wield him to create this better world, because he believes it will result in more people being able to live in genuine peace, without the agony of constant fear.  And Levi, more than anyone I think, knows what it is to live in constant fear and uncertainty, considering where it is he came from and the circumstances he grew up in. So, again, of course it would be very appealing to him, this idea of being able to help people live without constant fear, and again, the fact he wants that for people is proof in itself of his goodness. 
Erwin showed Levi the way to do what he already desired to do.  I always call Erwin Levi’s “guiding light”, and that’s what I mean when I say that.  He helped guide Levi and give him direction, both in terms of believing in himself and his choices, and in how to use his strength to help other people. Levi stuck with him so closely and believed so thoroughly in Erwin because  Erwin showed Levi how he could best give back to others.  The desire was always there, just not the know how, and that’s a result of the way Levi was raised, and where, sadly. 
It doesn’t take away from Erwin’s impact on Levi, or his importance to Levi, to point this all out, I don’t think.  Erwin didn’t make Levi who he is.  He didn’t create him.  Rather, he helped him discover how to do what he wanted, and how to realize his full potential in that regard.  I would say Erwin was the first person to ever, truly believe in Levi, and because of that belief, the first person to ever give him a chance to be who and what he always was and could be outside of the desperation of living in a place like the Underground. 
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byakuyasdarling · 1 year ago
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『 ᴀɴᴅʀᴇᴀɢᴀᴍɪ ᴄᴏɴꜰᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ {ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ} 』
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𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎: First childhood friends, to a one-sided rivalry, and now close once more.
It’s been almost a year since Freya and Byakuya fell in love at their former high school, Green Hills, and are now attending Hope’s Peak Academy. And yet, they still cannot admit in words what they feel for one another.
❝ 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘩��𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. ❞ — 𝘍. 𝘚𝘤𝘰𝘵𝘵 𝘍𝘪𝘵𝘻𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘥
。゚•┈୨♡୧┈•゚。 — Short Fic
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Two sat within a nook of a wide expanse, obscured by the metaphorical labyrinth of intertwining bookcases and the shadows they cast from the warm glow of dusk. There was an intimacy in the dimly lit and confined space, as each shallow breath became audible as the sound reverberates around the nook. The two read silently while indulging in their quiet affection, being engulfed in the plush fabric of bean bags — the young female’s idea, of course. Her other half, the taller male, pulls the chain of an antique lamp situated next to them — the light’s warm hues flooding the secluded space.
The girl places her delicate hand atop his, causing him to tense slightly before clumsily grasping at her fingers with his, letting his thumb rub against the side of her palm.
“Freya…” he murmurs, before gripping her hand tighter, “this… we can’t have this.”
Freya makes a soft sound, almost of pain. “No… no… we can. Don’t be like that, Byakuya.”
He exhales somewhat heavily, shaking his head. “It’s not just about your desires, Freya.”
“— Our desires, Byakuya.” she corrects, as he consequently sighs.
“Our desires.” Byakuya repeats rather reluctantly. “I’m sure you need no reminder of our positions, regardless. We can’t have this.” He squeezes her hand tighter on that last word, almost painfully so, yet the passion his gesture communicates is blatantly for her.
She mulls over her options, but decides on a rhetorical to force him to articulate and justify his position, “Why?” she asks.
“I’m not playing mind games, Orator,” the coldness is apparent in his tone. She looks at him a bit wistfully, though he avoids any eye contact and vulnerability, guilt, or regret that may ensue by merely looking at her hurt expression.
“Byakuya… talk to me, look at me… please…” the desperation triggers his protective instinct for her, snapping his gaze to hers instantaneously; his eyes can’t help but soften. Damn it.
“I cannot go against my family and it’s traditions that have lasted generations. This is how we’ve survived, this is how we stay in power. This? Us? It holds no benefit to my family. It is weakness.”
“Is that what 'us' is to you, Byakuya? Merely a point of weakness?”
“If that will stop your pointless dribble, then yes.” he cuts. Silence follows his remark as Freya blankly stares at him, knowing that was an obvious cop-out. With a dismissive “Tch”, he continues, “Even if I chose to pursue you, do you really think I could actually escape the shadow of my family? Or the expectations of society? So what if it is all archaic and outdated? It works.”
“Yes, actually. Byakuya, you’re the heir, they rely on you now. They can’t get rid of you, they can’t replace you, and they can’t dismiss you. You make the rules now. Do you even hear yourself? You’re letting them dictate your life, you’re acting powerless!”
“Powerless?” A hint of venom slithers its way off his tongue. “I’m not powerless.”
“Stop acting like it then.” However firm Freya sounds now, there was an undercurrent of care in her voice. She dials back to a softer tone — it’s hard for her to be so angry or even argue. “They control and abuse you like a tool. You owe them nothing. If they don’t like it, they can deal with it because they’re the problem, not you.”
“Abuse? That a rather bold claim, I hope you can back it up.” he scoffs.
“They never parented you, they never treated you with kindness. What did they actually do for you except giving you wealth? They use you and you know it.”
If it were anyone else, he’d demand an apology for such accusations. But this is Freya, he can’t falsify some conjecture about the grandness of his family — or that cold hard discipline was a gift to make him a dedicated, efficient man. Byakuya wants to say that, wants to think that, wants to believe that… but such is cognitive dissonance, which goes against his principles of honesty to her. Because she’d see through it in an instant; she would never believe it, hence speaking lies benefits no one.
So instead, they stare at one another in a perpetual, solemn silence. Their deep, exhausted breathing and her whimpers bounce around the nook, echoing and magnifying the sound of heartbreak. He can’t stand the look in her eyes, the tears obscuring her starry eyes he has looked into over many years… over many iterations of herself; yet she always remained soft and kind, yet he always loved each and every version of who she is. And in that moment, he isn’t the man his father groomed him to be, he was a lost boy longing to be found, and wanted to hold the hand of the little girl he called his first friend, his only friend, and his only love. He swallows a lump in his throat, breaking the minute of quiet.
“What do you see in me?”
Part of her wants to lash out and run, distancing herself from the situation. Part of her wants to frame it as ineffectual with pretty conjecture with words like glass diamonds — but when faced with the hard malice of reality, a counterfeit diamond shatters and the beauty along with it, leaving only the hurtful truth. Freya meets his eyes with her own, the steely blue of his has lost their lustre. In that brief instance, she finally realises he’s hurting too… and badly. His eyes resemble that of a wounded animal far more than the predatory gleam he usually possesses.
“Everything… I see everything.” Her voice is reduced to a gentle whisper, weak and fragile — passionate still, yet destitute of the oratory prowess that cemented her speaking talent as ‘ultimate’. “But what I see most, is a loyal, principled man who will always do what’s right. But I also see a lonely man, and a man who never got the chance to grow outside of his family. I see a man who still needs to find himself and come to terms with the fact he isn’t a machine. And I know you, Byakuya. Because I’ve always known you, ever since we were children. I still see that boy in you, and he is crying.”
Byakuya sits in the quiet left after she spoke, perhaps for a little too long judging by her pleading eyes — but he starts gently rubbing his thumb up against her palm again. Finally, he forces out an answer.
“We first met here, in this library…”
Freya nods gently in an encouraging manner and a gentle, small smile, “Yes, of course.”
“We were so different.”
“Not really.”
Byakuya takes a moment to think, “Perhaps not.”
“Freya?”
“Yes, Byakuya?”
“I'll make sure we always stay together, I promise.”
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talesfromsiteredacted · 2 years ago
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Random Jabs, Insults, and Life Advice from The Ancient Murder Machine Himself, Abel!
You know it happens. Big Brother looses his cool. Sometimes, other people lose limbs. Sometimes Abel just cuts them down with words. And on even rarer occasions, he offers little gems of knowledge here and there. Neither Iris nor I avoid the tongue lashings from time to time (mind out of the gutter, Bright!). Here we go, folks... words of... well, some wisdom from 076-2 himself.
"You call this meat loaf? How long did the kitchen staff let it sit?"
"Young man, I've seen more offensive power from zombies. Start weight training, and do not skip leg day."
"Do not meddle in the affairs of Bright, the man is insane by even my standards."
"Rabbit, stab first, insult later."
"That which failed to kill me had better start running. After that weak slap, I will give you a full minute head start."
"When in doubt, aim for center mass."
"Did you confirm the kill? Always double check."
"Are you here to fight, or are you lost?"
"I have been hit harder by a paralyzed goatherder. Try it again."
"You call this a knife? Do you use it for bludgeoning people? No? Then go sharpen it. It is sharp enough when you can shave with it."
"Hold on. You are trying to wield a two handed sword with one hand. While you are strong, you are still mortal. Place both hands on the hilt. Now you have more control and more power in your strikes."
"Mind your footwork. The enemy will not help you to your feet."
"There is no honor in 'teabagging' a defeated enemy. To do such an act dishonors you and he both."
"Failure is acceptable. Quitting is not. Now, get up and fight."
"Yes, it hurts. But the pain of the hit teaches you to dodge."
"Everything worthwhile is difficult before it becomes easy. Do not give up."
"Do you see grapevines? No? Then quit whining and fight."
"I would apologize, but an apology would imply I cared about you."
"You call that a punch? I call that pathetic."
"Please explain to me how someone whom claims to be educated can come up with a plan so (untranslatable) idiotic. I will wait."
"Dye? You will if you attempt it."
"I am a warrior. I am exempt from pants. Besides, it is far more terrifying to be confronted by a nearly nude opponent. Look at Doctor Clef. He would be much more frightening without his shirt. Also, more mobility. There is a disadvantage in colder climates, but I just skin an animal and move on." A pause. "On further thought... I regret bring up shirtless Clef."
"Sometimes, the wisest choice is find a pile of blankets, bury yourself in them, and wait for things to blow over."
"Touch my sisters once more. I know of at least a thousand ways to end your life just off the cuff. Try it. I dare you."
"If you must do something so unintelligent, at least try to be smart about it."
"Are you still alive? Impressive. Annoying, but impressive."
"You tried to shoot me. Admirable, but futile." Death glare. "You have two seconds to start running or fighting."
"I have seen more spirit in a morgue. You can do this. Yes, you can whine. But, you can do this, you will do this. Now, get on with it, you sad little man!"
"Excuse me? Was that garbled balderdash supposed to be insulting? Here is an insult for you... your father was an ill bred sheep molester, and your mother's virtue is so thin a bride could use it as a veil."
"No, I do not know of this 'Conan the Barbarian'. Enlighten me."
"Have I read 'the Art of War'? Who do you think taught Sun Tzu everything he knew?"
"You wish to know how I acquired my tattoos? Well, you have heard of collecting skulls? I... ran out of storage space, and had this tattoo artist lady friend... next thing you know I had them everywhere. They tend to be addicting, like popcorn."
"What is best in life? To outlive those who wish you harm, to find good friends, a sharpened sword in your hand, and cats. So elegant and graceful, yet foolish."
"Eating goldfish? That sounds like a pointless waste of time and nice looking fish."
"If something seems too good to trust, do not trust it."
"Who in the hells are you talking about? No, I do not know of this... Geralt. Nor do I 'cosplay'. Admit it, Iris... you merely wish to dye my hair."
"I had my doubts at first, but this engineer, Isaac Clarke, he is a true warrior. A pity he is only a modern myth. His suit is a most interesting design. A shame he too was a victim of corporate greed."
"A legend of a great warrior I do not know? Educate me, who is this 'Zelda'?"
"Yes, that is an axe in my hand. And, no... I am not glad to see you, Dr. Bright."
"I would argue with you, but there is no honor in defeating an unarmed opponent in a battle of wits."
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impandgnomes · 2 years ago
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Staaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan (pls) (for the ask thing i mean asdfghjkl;)
lmao ty - lemme do this a sec
1: sexuality headcanon
The boy is bi. Don't ask me how I feel it with such certainty, but I feel it. Also not sexuality, but potentially enby and I feel that in my soul.
2: otp
If I were to put him romantically with someone, I guess Kyle? Those two have a bond that is too adorable however you cut it. I've always had a soft spot for close male friendships in stories goofy or serious, it seems (Egg moment? Egg moment...you don't exactly get that in life when you look like a girl lmao)
3: brotp
Besides Kyle, I'm hoping we'll see more of him and Tolkien hanging out fr. Honestly, I think it would be too niche for an episode but like imagine those two getting Kyle into Warhammer. It would be funny.
4: notp
Sorry, but Wendy can do better. Like maybe they could be friends, and I'm never gonna object to art of the two of them but she really shouldn't stay with him lmao. She's 10 but like...surely even she knows the truth here lmao
5: first headcanon that pops into my head
You know what? He's going to be the second character ever that I claim eats peanut butter with a spoon directly from the jar. That headcanon is so specific and pointless that it's funny. The other one with that honor is one I used to RP from another show back when that was airing (and if you ask certain family members is literally me - someone I know might be reading knows who, but I'll leave the rest of you to guess). In Stan's case, I like to think that Shelley is very vocal about how much it pisses her off and wonders why he can't just make a sandwich lmao.
My other bitter headcanon is the feeling that Matt and Trey are going to keep his family on Tegridy for as long as possible because it's funny to them (both in terms of writing and fan reaction), but honestly kinda breaks my heart that he lives so far from the other three little guys right now.
6: favorite line from this character
Another time where I legitimately cannot think of a single line (but instead many), so I'm just going to embed this because honestly everyone kind of slayed in this scene and I guess technically it's an answer:
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7: one way in which I relate to this character
I was about to say I'd probably have an easier time listing ways I could relate him to other people in my life - there's a couple of people I could think a lot more than myself for - but then realized there are multiple non-bad-but-just-embarrassing things I would decline to state here lmao. The joys of having a character be one of the "normal" ones, I suppose.
That being said, we're both depressed af and 10 years old was a time and a half for me mentally; so I guess that. Finishing YGO/Assburgers both made me like him as a character more and had me staring into silence for like five minutes contemplating my life on an existential level for many reasons lmao
Also growing up, I was known for liking animals and didn't want any to suffer without cause. In my case, I got super obsessed with the RSPCA and I would get called brave by girls at school at the tender age of 8 for touching worms to rescue them from drowning in pavement puddles. idk why this was considered brave, as I was in no way scared to touch worms. Lately it's been making me think that I'd like to get a pet snail again, or at least go outside a bit more again since I've always regretted feeling like I couldn't after I lost a lot of hope in my life.
8: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character
I often say he sometimes needs a hug, but sometimes needs someone to absolutely slap him because he can pull some serious dick moves that make me die a little inside. I feel like if someone were to compare me to him, some of the times where I think he deserved someone slapping him would be the reason somehow and I would be offended but understand lmao
9: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?
He's a little problematic, like all of us lmao
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dumbbitchfrommars · 3 months ago
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Unreliable | responsible
Feeling like a victim (of my own doing)
Where do I channel this ugly energy?
Do they feel guilty? I hope they do. I’m way too young for either of you. I never even in the slightest showed enough interest to excuse that kind of behaviour. Am I to be blamed for what happened? Was I too flirtatious? Did I send the wrong message?
I want to drink… but I won’t.
I’m not some innocent, clean, unbreakable thing you can play with as you please with no consequences. I’m a human being. The fact that you took advantage of how young I am disgusts me. The fact that every man in that place were vultures who wanted to lay their claim on the youngest prettiest bird there is repulsive. The fact that the women all hated me for existing because I had male attention I didn’t even ask for or seek is disappointing.
Were the lessons I learnt and the people I met worth this dirty feeling? An entire day lost to disassociation because I am so uncomfortable with everything that took place. That I can’t even talk to the one person who I had a genuine connection with because I’m so shaken and traumatised and hurt that I was taken advantage of and betrayed and let down. But I’m the one responsible for my own pain. It was my doing.
If I process this and learn the lesson, I become a better and smarter version of myself. But at what cost? I feel so ashamed. I feel embarrassed. I feel like this would not have happened to any one else in my position, and that it happened to me shows I’m weaker, dumber, less than. Unreliable.
It was just a kiss. But intimacy is so sacred to me. It needs love and romance and deep connection. Not on fucking nangs with someone twice my age preying on me and my sister and another girl way too young for them.
I feel like I’m trapped in that moment. Surely they saw the discomfort in my eyes? Surely they saw how young I am and thought it was not right? Surely they knew I need more time to make that decision for myself?
I’m angry that I was in that situation but I also know it’s pointless to regret going, to wish I’d listened to my intuition when I didn’t want to go in the first place. It’s not normal behaviour. It’s why I was so thrown off and didn’t know what to do. It’s the manipulation of a situation, to control me and get me to do things I don’t want to do. It’s fucking weird and I don’t want to be around people like that. I was never supposed to be around people like that. He doesn’t even have any normal friends. He is not a normal person. He’s a predator and that’s what I saw when I had that nang.
I don’t know how to process this. Writing isn’t helping. I feel so violated over a stupid fucking kiss. I feel so weird.
Even the guy I had a connection with. If you don’t like guys like that for yourself, why are you telling me to be with him and give him a chance? Like are you fucking joking? Is that how little you think of me? Is this what I deserve? Is there anyone I can trust to fucking look out for my best interests? But we had a real connection. But he’s also kinda cringey and weird and medium ugly. I’ve been trying so hard to step away from that shit. But maybe that’s for me. This is where I get confused. What is it that I want and what is destined for me and is there a division between the two????????
I’m fucking so over it
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adhonoremrpbios · 2 years ago
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-- CHARACTER --
Name: Nessa Buchanan Faceclaim: Haley Lu Richardson Age: 20 Blood Status: Halfblood Affiliation: Neutral Former School & House: Hogwarts, Hufflepuff Occupation: Arcade General Manager
-- BIOGRAPHY --
tw: death, depression
at this point who doesn’t know the story of the buchanan family? it is certainly one that has been heard before; the dad’s a muggle and mam’s a witch. the lovely young couple were completely in love anyway. filip and fiona married without a regret and set about to begin an idyllic pastoral life right on the scottish borders. they built up a family farm and soon filled it to suit the name.
cooper was first. an eldest boy dashing as he was daring, he always fearlessly lead the way, even if he didn’t know which direction he was going. next born was logan who certainly helped balance the scales with forethought and planning. he was always clever as he was capable. then came ethan. he was sensitive, sincere, and sometimes a bit secretive. yet the complete array of specific personality was never really complete until their little sister was finally born.
nessa leith buchanan jolted into the world nearly at the dot of midnight right on the cusp of summer. she carried in her very presence a certain warmth and revitalized energy much like the season. their mother used to claim that nessa was like catching lightning in a bottle- breathtaking and so close to being a disaster. childhood bustling between the farm and the family was brimming with excitement, especially as each of the children began to discover their own talents. between sports, fine art, and music, it seemed like the only thing they shared was a devastatingly accurate hand-eye coordination.
even nessa, who spent more than her fair share of time not thinking things through, figured out her love of game cabinets when she spent two months worth of saturday afternoons helping her dad rebuild an old pinball machine he recovered for them. she had a talent for the circuitry as well as ticking up a higher score every day. the fast pace matched her own. nessa always seemed to lean more towards the muggle side of things than the magic. yet still, she showed the signs early on of being a witch.
a letter of acceptance to hogwarts came as no surprise. still by the time nessa received that simple wax sealed parchment with welcoming emerald ink, she could barely manage to contain the electric energy inside of herself. unlike any of her brothers, nessa was almost immediately sorted into hufflepuff house. it turned out that was where she belonged. nessa thrived amongst the hardworking and fair-minded yellow badgers. however, she never did show proclivity towards any particular magic. her marks remained average in every subject until graduation which did not leave her with much direction on what to do afterwards.
nessa returned home to work on the farm until she could figure out what exactly she wanted to do in life, but nothing magic ever seemed to feel right. the options just never suited her. apparation even proved to be too tricky for her to ever get a license. admittedly, she probably lingered far too long with indecision. although it seemed obvious to everyone else, nessa had developed a real skill with electronics. there was nothing that she couldn’t eventually figure out how to rewire and fix. tinkering turned her ever jittery fingers adroit and adept.
then the crash happened. it felt as sudden as that. their parents where here loving and living and laughing, getting ready to celebrate with them all, and then they were gone. the world seemed cruel for it. nessa still wonders if she hadn’t pretended to lose that damn necklace, could the timing have been different. would the collision go unmet? could everyone leave unscathed? should she have simply reminded her mother how beautiful she looked and let them go? was it her fault? the pointlessness of that question forced it’s way to the forefront of her mind on those days following when nessa no longer seemed able to light up the room or even pull herself out from under the covers.
no one needed to know about those days, though.
those days happened somewhat less often now. the distance between them much greater now that life had started to grow around the grief. nessa needed to find something else to do. she found a job as the general manager of an arcade that cater towards magic. it was a perfect fit for her, and recently, she took over all operations as the owner left town to go on tour. between fixing the broken machines, she spends her spare energy trying to get the high score on them all too. anything to distract from falling back into that listless lost absence again.
-- TRAITS --
Negative - Pesky - Erratic Positive + Sprightly + Handy
Nessa Buchanan is taken by Lex.
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frozcnlight · 6 months ago
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There was a deep red tinting her cheeks from how the anger raised and raised. Never had she wished that somebody would just fall over and be dead - but color her surprised over how quick one person could change that.
“No?! If I were to wait for something, it would be my tea! But never on earth did I wait for some greedy… marshmallow like you!”, she claimed loudly. The heiress stood up from her sitting position, hands now clenched into a fist. She would not give up her freedom like this, she would fight if she had to - verbally of course, “You, sir, know naught about my work. Pointless or not, it’s a family business!”. Though, she did have to agree silently that he did have some correct points. She didn’t wish to remain in her job forever. She had everything she wanted, everything but the power to make her own choices. To wish for something else had been indeed pointless. For Miran was stuck with whatever her parents wanted. To work, life and behave according to how they saw fit.
However, she didn’t see how it would be differently with him. Actually, wasn’t it even worse? If she did whatever he wanted, even her last bit of freedom was snatched away - to love whoever she wanted. Miran turned away from him, glance against the ground as she was lost in her thoughts. There was no way she could escape right away, it would definitely take time. So there was nothing to do, but to go through with the wedding right now.
Afterwards, she could get familiar with her surroundings. If he had over thousands wives, he surely wouldn’t be able to keep his eyes on her - right? She sighed annoyed and turned around again, just to see that a few women had joined them now.
The heiress’ was taken aback by their behavior and immediately thought about throwing her plan overboard again. Were they brainwashed?! Was that what marrying him meant? To become his perfect, little doll? Being unable to make her own decisions? Miran swallowed hard. If this was the case - she didn’t know after all - this would become more difficul than she made out.
“Oh, that’s rich coming from you! You brought me here, force me into marriage and yet you whine about people trampling over your rights.”.
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“Fine, I will marry you. But you better be prepared that I’m not going to be like your little dolls over there.”, she pointed at his wives and then at the man again, ignoring that he probably couldn't see it, “I will make your life miserable. Just you wait and see! I will make you regret having brought me  here.”.
Now she would see his brilliance, he was perfect, truly chosen by a higher power and given his blessings, the only thing within the world that makes sense and that matters is love, it was the power and the purpose of everything, for why have all of this if it was not for love of all things and why deny yourself what your heart wishes and yearns for.
Who is to say that loving one person is right, where is it said that you have to deny the hunger within yourself and love one person, when you can love another and another, as she would see with him, his title was who he was, he was the sin of greed, enough was never going to be enough, he had to be better than everyone else, he had to have more.
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“Where you not waiting for someone to give your life a sense of worth and value, or are you truly going to stand there and lie to me, violate me, trample over my rights with little false words, that you wished to remain there, in a dead end job, a career that will amount to nothing, a life that will bring you no purpose nor joy, that you will not even be a footnote within history, how sad, how pointless, how laughable.”
He remained where he was, as a few women came to him, dressed in regal white like himself, with gold upon them, each one like her, from a different land, country, kingdom, part of the world and he had come for all of them and taken them for himself, to give himself more wives, more enjoyment, more perfection, as the wives bowed there head and remained at his calling to serve him, offering her a key to her new life, a new room, new clothing, everything she could need for their wedding and linkage with one another.
“Then you are truly a simple minded little girl who has no idea of the world and how it works, your words a flattering, I am perfect on the outside and you are correct, within me there is a darkness, a sinful creature, a horrid thing and people call me greed, at times, and how that annoys me every so much, I am not greedy, I am divine, I am perfect, always, no matter what I do, people trample over my rights.” As he sighed and turned his back to her.
“We will be married before the end of the day, please go to your room and make preparations, you can say vows, or not, but this will be a delightful wedding, already I believe it might be one of my best.”
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cosmicjoke · 1 year ago
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Something I’m confused about - if Levi is someone that hates pointless death and killing people, then why does he want to kill Erwin so bad in no regrets? And he kills those people in the underground that hurt Isabel. Wouldn’t he try to figure out a different way then, or just not do it?
It's implied he kills those people in the Underground, though we don't know for sure that he did. But those people were actively harming Isabel, with the heavy implication that they might either kill or even rape her, someday. So Levi had plenty of good reason to kill them, if he did. They didn't just cut her hair off, like I've seen some people claim. Firstly, cutting someone's hair off is a kind of violation in itself. You would have to hold them down and force yourself on them. See the similarity to rape there? It's not cool, and it could, given the kinds of scum we're talking about, have escalated to something much worse. They also beat her up. She came home with bruises and a bloody nose, and from the dialog, we know these were people that had messed with her before and whom Isabel herself kept recklessly getting involved with. It would have gone too far, eventually. Anyway, given the nature of the Underground and how cut-throat it is, and the kinds of people who are inhabiting it, it's the sort of place where killing is necessary to survival. That's the world Levi grew up in. It's the world he knows. It's either you or the other guy. We see this in Levi's attitude and actions throughout the story. He knows that sometimes, in order to survive or protect the lives of others, you have to kill. I've talked about the seemingly contradictory nature of Levi's belief in the sanctity of life and his willingness to kill, so I won't get into it here, but these two things can and do co-exist.
As for his desire to kill Erwin, well, for one thing, part of the deal that Lobov presented was for Levi, Furlan and Isabel to kill Erwin in order to be given citizenship on the surface, though it wasn't a necessity, more of a request to do so if possible. Levi was so angry with Erwin because Erwin threatened the lives of Furlan and Isabel. He threatened first to kill them, and then he threatened to hand them over to the Military Police, either for torture or execution, or both. So Levi's desire to kill Erwin came from that, from a desire to protect his loved ones. It's basically the same motivation we see behind why he (presumably) killed those men in the Underground. Levi will kill when it's necessary, either to his own survival or the survival of others he cares about. There's also, though, a question of just how committed Levi was to the idea of actually killing Erwin. If he was really hell bent on it, he could have done it at any time. The fact that he didn't tells me that Levi wasn't really all that serious about it. Levi doesn't mess around. When he wants something done, or someone dead, he just does it, if there's no reason not to. Also the fact that Levi didn't kill Erwin after Furlan's and Isabel's deaths. You can't tell me Levi couldn't have taken Erwin's head off right then and there, if he really wanted to, but he held back. Again, it makes me wonder just how much Levi really wanted to kill him. Levi gets very emotional and he says things a lot of the time that he simply doesn't mean. Like he tells Furlan that the only reason he agreed to Erwin's proposal to join the SC was so that he could kill him, but that's not true. He joined because Furlan pressured him into accepting the job from Lobov in the first place, and he gave into that pressure because he wanted to give Furlan and Isabel a better life. The fact that he agrees to back off his plan to kill Erwin so easily also supports this. Once more, if it was the sole, or motivating reason for him accepting Erwin's offer, he would have just killed him at the first opportunity. But he didn't, because the real reason he accepted the offer was to help his friends. So, again, Levi's commitment to killing Erwin is questionable. I think, more than anything, he was just supremely pissed that Erwin threatened the lives of his family. I don't doubt that Levi would have killed Erwin if he really had to. When he rode off on his own to retrieve the papers that Lobov wanted, if it came down to it, I think Levi would have killed him to protect Furlan and Isabel. But I also don't think Levi was as blood thirsty as he was acting, either. I think his repeated claim of wanting to kill Erwin was mostly just his emotion getting the better of him, similar to how he tells Annie that they're going to torture her when she won't emerge from her titan. He was pissed then because Annie had killed so many of his comrades, and done so with seeming glee. Levi isn't at all a malicious person, we have to remember. He doesn't enjoy hurting others (this is why I have such a huge issue with the visual novel of "No Regrets", because it so grossly mischaracterized Levi and made him seem like he liked hurting others, something they luckily fixed in the manga). He hurts others as a matter of necessity. He'll kill or physically hurt another person if there's no other choice to save his or others lives. He's a practical person who sometimes gets emotional when the people he cares about are threatened or hurt. So, again, with Erwin, I would say a lot of Levi's blustering about him was just that. He would kill Erwin if he really had to in order to protect his loved ones, but he wasn't so possessed with the idea as he claimed, or he would have done it the first moment he had a chance.
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angelasscribbles · 2 years ago
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Secrets Chapter 4: Threats
Series: Secrets
Fandom: The Royal Romance
Pairings: Riley x Liam, Riley x Drake, Leo x Madeline
Rating: MA
Warnings for this chapter: mature themes
Word Count: 1,383
A/N: I really think this one will be wrapped up with chapter 6, which is already half written. (Chapter 5 is done pending proofing and will be up later today or tomorrow).
My other stuff: Master List.
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Another interminable ball. He used to hate them. Now, he looked forward to watching her. He didn’t care where he was, as long as she was there.
He’d spent the entirety of this one trying to discern who her lover was. Watching her was his job, no one batted an eye at where his attention was focused. Not that anyone paid any attention to what he did or even acknowledged the existence of any of the guards scattered around the room. They were invisible. He didn’t mind. It made it easier to do his job. He didn’t want to interact with most of the people in the room anyway.
Leo was an exception. Liam was an exception. They were practically family. There were a few other members of the aristocracy that he found tolerable, barely.
He had mixed feelings about Leo now. Leo was married to Riley, but not because he wanted to be. Riley would have never even come into his life if it hadn’t been for the arranged marriage, so he couldn’t resent Leo for it. He was fairly certain they hadn’t even slept together, at least not in a long while. She had her own room, she never went to his, he never came to hers, and he certainly wasn’t who she was sneaking out to meet on a regular basis.
But who was?
He watched her interactions with every man she came into contact with, hoping for clues.
He watched as Liam spun her around the room. She’d already danced with Leo, Constantine, Maxwell, Rashad, Tariq and few members of the French delegation this ball was in honor of. Nothing in her demeanor had betrayed anything beyond polite, sometimes bored, interest in any of them. He didn’t know how her feet didn’t hurt. Maybe she’d want him to rub them later, they must hurt, that was a lot of dancing. In heels. Strappy, shimmery, heels. Heels that encased her perfectly pedicured toes, heels that showcased her toned and tanned legs. Legs that flashed and peeked from the slit in her floor length gown as she twirled.
And that dress. That dress hugged every curve perfectly, accentuating her round, firm ass, and left her back bare. His fingers twitched as his eyes tracked up her back; he could practically feel the perfect buttery softness of her skin under his hands.
He was pulled out of his fantasies as another entitled noble approached her.
“Mind if I cut in?”
“Actually, I do.” Liam said, his annoyance barely concealed, “Surely you can wait for the next waltz.”
The man stiffened but smiled, a fake, insincere smile, “Certainly, Your Majesty.”
Liam pulled her back into his arms as the man walked away, his hand sliding down her lower back and stopping a fraction of an inch on this side of propriety.
Drake’s eyes narrowed as he watched them.
Liam whispered something in her ear. Her laugh was real. The smile the spread across Liam’s face at her laughter was real too.
Liam was a funny guy, polite, respectful. It might mean nothing. Everyone liked him. He was likable. How likable?
The dance ended and the other man was back to claim her before she had a chance to leave the floor. She was definitely going to need a foot rub after this. She gave Liam a regretful smile as she let herself be led back onto the floor.
“Neville Vancouer, pleased to make your acquaintance.” He introduced himself.
“Riley Rys.”
“I know who you are,” He told her as he guided her around the dance floor, “everyone knows who you are.”
He made pointless small talk as her eyes roamed the ballroom. She caught Drake’s eye, and a genuine smile curved her lips up.
Drake’s insides warmed.
He watched as her smile was replaced with a frown. He moved closer, trying to discern what the problem was.
“It’s not a secret that your husband is otherwise…entertained tonight. Perhaps I could offer you similar diversions?” Neville offered.
“I’m not sure what you’re insinuating but I’m faithful to my husband.” Riley lied.
“You don’t know what you’re missing.” He said as he pulled her body tight against his. Too tight.
She put her hands on his chest as she tried to push away, “Let go!”
Liam appeared at her side, “I believe the lady asked you to let go.”
Neville released his grip and took a step back, hands up, “I promise, I meant no-“
Neville suddenly disappeared as he was jerked backwards away from her. She jumped, startled. Liam’s arm went around her, “Are you ok?”
She nodded as her eyes tracked Neville being drug unceremoniously from the ballroom by Drake.
Out in the hallway, Neville found himself pressed up against a wall, Drake’s forearm digging into his chest, pinning him to it.
“Let…go….of…..me!” Neville gaped as he tried to twist out of the bigger man’s grasp.
“Not until we get one thing clear.” Drake’s voice held a steely edge Neville had never heard before.
“What?”
“No means no, dickweed. And that woman is going to be your queen, have some fucking respect!”
“I….meant….no disrespect! I just…”
Drake leaned in, pressing Neville harder into the wall, making it harder for him to breath, “I don’t care what you meant. You don’t touch her again. Do you understand? In fact, you don’t so much as talk to her again, or I will make sure they never find your body! Do you understand?”
Neville nodded and Drake stepped away, releasing him to slide down the wall, gasping for air.
Drake turned on his heel, leaving the nobleman on the ground, and returned to the ballroom. His eyes found Riley quickly. She was seated at a table chatting with several ladies of the court as she twirled a champagne flute between her fingers. He caught her eye, and she gave him a brief smile and nod.
His eyes scanned the room for Liam and found him dancing with the wife of the French ambassador. Because he danced with everyone at these events. It was the whole point.
He settled back against the wall of the ballroom, keeping watch from a distance.
Two hours later, Drake handed responsibility for the princess over to the next shift. He was technically off duty, but he had no desire to leave the ballroom until she did. He ordered a whiskey at the bar and took a seat next to Liam, “Tired of dancing?”
“Yes!” He laughed, “You’re lucky you never have to do it.”
“Hm.” Drake sipped his drink thinking about just how much he’d like to wrap his arms around one particular dance partner.
Liam’s thoughts were centered on the same woman. If he could dance with her all night, he’d do it, but protocol demanded he mingle and network, and propriety dictated that he never seem too interested in his brother’s wife. Out loud he said, “So, where have you been lately? We missed you at the poker game.”
“Just been a little busier than usual. Dealing with some…stuff. Nothing to worry about. I’ll take your money next week.” He didn’t mention that the stuff he was dealing with was his own obsession with his charge.
Drake paused, drink halfway to his lips as he spotted something over the rim of his glass that made his blood boil. Riley, on the other side of the ballroom, being manhandled by Neville, again. Leo was nowhere to be found. Fucking useless as always.  
Liam’s eyes followed Drake’s. Both men were on their feet, but her current guard had it handled.
“Fucker.” Drake muttered under his breath.
“I’ll make sure he’s not on the guest list for any more palace events.” Liam’s jaw ticked.
“That’s good.” But it wasn’t just palace events that were at issue, was it? Neville Vancouer was everywhere in Cordonian society. Liam couldn’t ban him from everything.
Liam’s body shifted as he changed the subject, not wanting to seem too interested in his sister in law, “You hungry? Want to go raid the kitchens with me?”
“No thanks. I have something I need to take care of. Another time?” He threw the rest of his drink back and slammed the glass down on the bar.
“Sure.” Liam responded as he watched Drake follow Neville out of the ballroom.
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amazingphilza · 4 years ago
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twitchcon :: cc!multiple x reader
fluff , platonic , gender neutral ! some mcyt headcanons if you were to attend twitchcon w them
cc’s included in order: tommyinnit , tubbo , ranboo , wilbur soot , philza , technoblade
cw: kinda lengthy for the minors (i think), not as much for the hags LMAO /hj
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tommyinnit
this man is so excited to be at his first twitchcon & being able to hang out with all his best friends makes it a hundred times better
when he isn’t at a panel or doing meet & greets, he’s dragging you everywhere to see the whole convention center (clingyinnit)
he is just so at awe despite this not being his first convention to attend
you’d be surprised he gets tired pretty quickly & stops over to the partner lounge
you both rest for a bit against a wall in a pretty packed hallway despite it being an exclusive area to twitch partners
every time a famous streamer walks by he will yell it out and record it then vlog your reaction, even if they’re surrounded with bodyguards & trying to get to another place quickly
he’d zoom in his camera to their face at a horrible angle and be like
“oh my god it is THE ninja. ninja famous fortnite player, HELLO.”
but he gets completely ignored
then the camera pans out to you, still really zoomed in that the capture is blurry
“ninjainnit?”
“EH?”
tommy is so confused, forgetting the bit ninja did on his twitter where he renamed himself ‘ninjainnit’ for a split second
okay tommy isn’t that athletic but he will chase you and the rest of your group down a hallway if he had to
he’d probably find a toy gun from the artist alley/seller booths and shoot you and wilbur with it
but if tommy stumbles across any of the dream team, it’s about to be minecraft manhunt but irl
and he will def play his stream music while walking or smth when he’s bored (or trying to jump dream & sapnap)
** DO DO DO DO MANHUNT MUSIC **
oh my god,, now thinking about it he’s probably the one to open like random doors of empty rooms and steal stuff while you film him
like he will take a random empty glass, a bunch of pens, a freebie t-shirt, everything he sees he takes with him and you’re just panic
“tommy we’re literally not supposed to be here, and i’m stuck here filming you. it’s surely a felony in action”
“well, it’s their fault for leaving the doors open! plus this is great content. who’s the dirty crime boy now, HM?”
you’d tell wilbur about this and he’d scold tommy and threaten him with the same pen tommy stole
tommy probably would also drag you some weird event happening outside twitchcon along with tubbo and ranboo
“pokimane is giving out free pizza to everyone if we go to this one restaurant down the street!”
“we are literally gonna get bombarded. have you forgot you’re like three of twitch’s top streamers? i’d rather pay for all of our meals than try getting free pizza from pokimane against all her other fans”
“DEAL! let’s go to five guys then!”
you unfortunately end up paying for all 3 of their meals and picking on their food instead of buying your own
even with all of them making way more money than you, they still happen to be cheapskates
OR tommy will end up getting a burrito from a taco truck, immediately making a mess of himself, then proceed to complain how messy the food is to eat despite knowing what he was getting himself into before even ordering
“shit my clothes are all ruined now!”
“well that’s your fault you got a burrito, as if it’s your first time having one”
“i mean the food is good, i’m not complaining about that but i don’t think it’s that good that it’s worth costing my red and white shirt, im just saying”
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tubbo
same with tommy, he is so excited
i don’t know why but i imagine him overpacking his suitcase and you making fun of him for it
anyway tubbo has his irl backpack on and streaming EVERYTHING
probably spends a lot of time at a bunch of different booths, checking out all the pointless gadgets he could buy for his stream
you’re the one to stop him from doing so
“TUBBO IT’S LITERALLY OVER TEN THOUSAND DOLLARS, STOP. DONT GET IT.”
“WHY NOT?? IT WILL BE COOL FOR MY STREAM AND I WILL USE IT EVERYDAY”
“okay theoretically speaking, how the hell are you going to even bring it home? which—let me remind you—is across the country for you and not to mention the giant ocean separating america and the uk”
“free ship-pang!!!”
“i hate to break it to you tubbo but there is no way you can get free shipping on a FIVE FOOT PC. it’s nearly as tall as you! what are you even gonna do on it, hack the government???”
the arguments are all lighthearted but eventually you give in and let him splurge over a thousand dollars in different devices he claimed he “needed”
i could honestly see him visiting the beaches in san diego and going for a swim or even renting out a boat to use for a bit :D
also he’d bring benson along with him and taking a bunch of scenic photos with it in them
i have a feeling he’s the type to schedule a spontaneous meet & greet because he was bored & gets in trouble for causing a mob in a certain part of the convention
he’s like “oh god, i did not expect this many of the bois to show up AHAHAH oops”
tubbo would def pull a lilypichu and bring his melodica or ukulele and play themes while following random people/cosplayers
at the end of the day, you’d find his bag just stuffed with crap he either got for free or bought in the convention
“how did you get all that stuff? i was with you all day??? and it’s only the first day of the convention, hello?? it looks like you’ve been collecting as if twitchcon has went on for a week already!”
“HA i have my ways, do not underestimate my powers”
lani would probably tag along for the vacation honestly
like whenever someone comes up to her giving her gifts/asking for pics, you and tubbo would tease her about how famous she is
and i dunno but something about tubbo just gives me this amusement park energy and going to legoland and spending the whole day there since it’s near by and because he can
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ranboo
he is like a beacon in a sea of people, that’s it .
i honestly just see him causing as much chaos as the other two
ranboo would probably like take someone’s camera whether if they’re streaming or if it’s for the vlog, hold it up high, and point the camera directly above someone’s face
it did not matter how tall you were and if you had platform shoes on, ranboo was a skyscraper next to you
“HAHAH this is how i see you from this height, this is funny”
then he shows you the vid of the recording of him getting like an aerial view of your face
like you see your nose and all your pores and just overall a bad angle to be captured in
“OH GOD RANBOO DELETE THAT, ITS HORRIFIC”
i dunno why but i feel like he’d jump scare every person that was cosplaying as his minecraft character from behind for some reason
“BOO!”
“ranboo i’m not even remotely dressed as your skin—”
“don’t worry i’m practicing it’s fineee”
“you’re like the height of 2 people combined, i think you will be fine as is. you even intimidated the security at the front”
i feel like if he had his own panel he’d like pull up some undertale song in the middle of it and scare all the people in the crowd
“lore but in real life”
probably would get some matching keepsake with you from artist alley/the booths!
i could imagine like a cute keychain or smth :D
i feel like he’s the type to like randomly volunteer as a participant for those mini events in a booth thinking it would be funny but regrets it the moment he’s on stage
after introductions the presenter is like “okay ranboo, you will be given a random meme prompt above your head you won’t be able to see until after and you will have to make a random face to compliment it!”
and you can just tell by his facial expression he’s just thinking
oh god what have i gotten myself into
what is this game? who came up with this idea?
you’d laugh at him the whole time, even after he’s off the stage and finished with that small fiasco
“that was horrible. never again.”
“AHAHAH IT LOOKED SO AWKWARD YOU DID GREAT”
“I CROSSED MY EYES AND PUFFED MY CHEEKS BECAUSE I COULDNT THINK OF ANY OTHER FACIAL EXPRESSION. THE PROMPT ENDING UP BEING ‘WHEN TWITTER CANCELS YOU FOR USING PLASTIC STRAWS.’ AND WHEN I SAW WHAT IT WAS—LITERALLY WHAT KIND OF GAME–”
“I GOT PICTURES AND EVERYTHING ITS PERFECT AHAHAHAH”
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wilbur soot
honestly with wilbur it’s slightly more chill
he already experienced twitchcon before so he’s just glad to see his friends again after so long
insists that you explore the convention yourself rather than sticking with him the whole time but you do anyway!
wilbur would probably have like a mini concert and gets you front row seats with the rest of the group
but that doesn’t mean before it that you’re not helping him set up
“y/n please– my amp is so heavy, i can carry it”
“don’t worry! i’m strong” :D
and musically talented or not, he will probably bring you and the rest of his friends up to stage to just vibe and sing a bunch of random acoustic songs
it’s not like some big concert hall stage,, i imagine more like a casual thing w a slightly higher platform from the ground yk?
after spending a long day at the convention he’d also bring everyone across the city to la jolla or smth !
you’d all probably have dinner there and chill, watching the pretty sunset
“this place is really pretty but oh my god im gonna lose my breath hiking up this stupid hill, please slow down”
and wilbur is like ??? because he’s completely fine with his long legs and everything
“just walk faster”
“no, you walk slower”
AHAHAH and for context traversing through la jolla by walking around the town is a bit hard since it’s basically on a bunch of hills (walking up from the beach to a restaurant actually is actually sm work, trust me ive been there)
wilbur honestly doesn’t spend that much time in the actual convention center, he’s probably sightseeing a bit of san diego with you instead
but i could imagine him staying at the tabletop games area playing dnd or smth
“c’mon y/n, come join!”
“uhh i’m not sure, i’m not the best at roleplay and...”
“it’s fine don’t worry!”
he’d pull you in with him and end up enjoying yourself even if it was your first time
and if you’re of age, you’d be wilbur’s +1 at the twitch partner party and make sure mans doesn’t too drunk
if it’s not too late in the night, you two would chill at the beach after the party
it’s just a nice, calming moment after all the loud music mixed with hundreds of conversations at the party
also something about like taking polaroids pictures with wilbur just seems to go hand in hand for me
i’m not sure why but you will be taking lots of pics with wilbur for sure (not necessarily you both in the photo, but of sceneries as well while you’re together!)
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philza
literally a dad on vacation with his children, it doesn’t matter how old you are
need sunscreen? surprisingly has it
want a snack? probably has a small granola bar somewhere in his bag
but same with wilbur, he’s more chill like this isn’t his first time at twitchcon
omg he’d def bring you to the artist alley and just buy a bunch of fanart and stuff tho
“oh wow look phil, someone made a giant poster of the dream smp and shit!”
“holy shit that’s so good what the fuck!”
and he’s like rushing to that artist’s stall to buy a poster or print
idk why but phil seems like the person to know where he’s going all over the convention center
he probably had a copy of the directory map but yk
you just have trouble reading it bc all the signs seem to be misleading to you
nothing really crazy screams out to me of what phil would do at twitchcon besides like go to a few events, spend a bunch of time w his friends, etc
HOWEVER i could see him wasting a lot of his time at the gaming area and testing new games that are currently on the works of being developed
like “woah y/n, this vr game is sick, you should try it out!”
ngl i feel like phil would plan a visit to disneyland for everyone, like he gets the tickets and everything but once you’re at the park it’s free reign, y’all go everywhere with not much of a plan
the minors would try to cheap out phil and pay less than the others even though everyone else fully paid phil back and everything LMAO
ok but if he’s feeling nice, phil will buy everyone cotton candy/pretzels :D
and if you’re not hungry, he’d at least get you a mickey balloon
HE WILL HAVE MATCHING MICKEY EARS WITH MUMZA YES .
ALSO STAYING FOR THE FIREWORKS THOUGH OMG
just in general, best idea phil had for taking everyone to disneyland :D
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technoblade
surprisingly techno is really calm despite this being like one of his first conventions
but when he finally settles in and gets comfortable, he’s showing the same energy
if you’re playfully yelling, he will yell back
however there’s still those awkward moments that are unavoidable
idk why but something about him makes me think that if you feel tired and want to go back to your hotel room, he’d go with you just to make sure you get there safe
he probably also needs a break from being around everyone else for a moment too LMAO
i could also see him searching far and wide in the artist alley for fanart of himself AHAHAH
walking around with him in the convention consists of someone yelling “BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD” every 5 minutes but you don’t really mind
something about him makes me think he’ll be forced into playing minecraft twitch rivals along with the rest of sbi or smth
and he’s like “oh god, i’m going to be on stage? and people will see my face while i play minecraft?”
“i’m sure it will be fun!”
“i mean i like being competitive and feeding my ego, but i’m not that desperate.. well”
do i imagine techno getting easily tired of being surrounded by a bunch of people and just going back to his hotel room with phil and watching some anime with him? yes
and will you watch even if you have no idea what’s going on? also yes
i feel like after a while of you guys hanging out in techno’s room, the rest of the gang will just slowly join you guys
like eventually everyone is there; you, techno, phil, wilbur, niki, tommy, tubbo, ranboo, etc
and techno is like “wha– where did you guys come from?” because his room is basically packed
and niki could be like “oh we can go if you want!”
then techno just insists that she’s fine “but who let the child get in?” clearly implying tommy’s presence
“OI!!”
eventually techno gives in with the company and someone gets a bunch of board games to play from the front desk
lots of yelling and laughing for sure
when it becomes late at night, techno is like half conscious, you’re on your phone, wilbur is staring out the window & enjoying the night view, tommy is passed out on the couch from tiredness, tubbo & ranboo is still wide awake quietly talking, and phil & niki are helping clean up the giant mess
eventually everyone brings themselves to go back to their own room except tommy who won’t budge
you give techno a look and he immediately understands what you were thinking
he rushes to the bathroom to fill up two cups with ice cold water and handed one to you
“on three?”
“okay.. one”
“two”
“three!”
then both of you pour the water on the poor child’s face
he jolts awake and saying a string of curses
“what the fuck techno? y/n too?”
“get out” is the only think techno says that before tommy rushes out with his stuff and you leave right after
a/n: i honestly can’t wait until conventions open up again though,, phil and ranboo were talking about vidcon earlier and omg.
also i kinda want to take in tommy requests but i’m not sure??? it would be both cc! and c! x gn!reader for sure tho. i love writing him to bits but who knows, maybe i’ll only stick to my ideas,, or not. send in a tommy x reader request, might do it, might not, but he’s my fav cc if you can’t tell so! :D (i dunno if i will keep it strictly platonic, but unrequited crushes and stuff are fun to write hehe,,)
edit: let’s hope i fixed all the grammar mistakes LMAO we love writing late at night :) /s /hj
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thesoftboiledegg · 3 years ago
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Season 5 is good on its own, but from a narrative standpoint, it's brilliant in how it shows us that everything we thought about Rick is wrong--even before the big reveals in the last three episodes. The season pulls the threads of Rick's character one-by-one until the whole toxic masculinity shitshow of the earlier seasons unravels.
This had already started in season 4--Rick still does shitty things, but he's not as terrible as he was in earlier seasons. He's more civil, forgiving and willing to admit when he's wrong. When he and Morty think they're dying at the end of the Glorzo episode, he drops the bullshit altogether and frantically apologizes to Morty, saying "It's all my fault!" Still, he crashes and hits rock bottom with "The Vat of Acid Episode," showing that his worst instincts are still in there somewhere.
Season 5 changes that. The first episode starts with Morty carrying Rick to safety while Rick rambles that he's a "small, silly man," showing that the balance of power has shifted.
As the season goes on, Rick gradually drops his cold exterior. Make no mistake--he's still an asshole when he wants to be. But he smiles fondly at people, shows sorrow and regret, and sighs endearingly at Jerry's corny jokes. He accepts a hug from Summer even though it clearly makes him uncomfortable and returns it in a loving way, not in a manipulative way like he would have in season 3.
When he does get annoyed, his expressions are funny and endearing, not cold and frightening. And even then, he's willing to let the issue go half the time instead of going on a destructive rampage.
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What I'm getting at is that "badass Rick" who kicked everyone's ass and never showed emotion is slowly disappearing. Say goodbye to that aspect of toxic masculinity, fellas--the "sociopath" from season 1 (I never agreed with that label anyway) is actually a vulnerable human being.
Rick gets over his pointless feud with the president, and the narrative actually sides with the president a little instead of agreeing with Rick's constant anti-government rants. "Haha, Rick hates the gubmint just like me!" goes down the drain. Rick refuses to replace his Bird Person with another Bird Person who would do what he wants, so "Nothing matters, everyone's replaceable" falls away, too.
His romantic and sexual relationships also lose their male power fantasy aspect. Rick having sex with every alien chick in the galaxy becomes Rick clinging to a woman who's using him because he's lonely. When he has a kid with the horse lady, he promises to take care of them instead of running off.
And then there's the infamous Birdrick reveal. Even if you want to pull the whole "It's platonic!!" crap, Rick still admits his love for his male best friend. And not in a bro-y "Haha, you're my best friend, man" way--he just outright says it.
Season 5 even corrects some of the toxic masculinity from earlier seasons. When you first watch "The Wedding Squanchers," it looks like Rick's pitching the typical misogynist "wah wah my bro's getting married and won't be able to hang out with me" hissy fit. Watching it again, that episode becomes deeply sad.
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Rick still gets his licks in, but he also fails, falls apart and starts to realize how much damage he's caused. He's not miserable because he's the smartest man in the universe and nobody understands how great he is. He's miserable after a lifetime of grief, trauma and self-hatred that he turned inward--and later, started to turn outward. He was a toxic presence in Morty's life, and he knows it.
By the end, the Rick who was always in control, kicked everybody's ass, spoke uncomfortable truths (i.e. was an asshole for no reason), cursed out his grandkids, whined about "political correctness," laughed at violence and murder, took his anger out on everyone, claimed that nothing mattered, wallowed in self-pity, fed his own ego and smacked down everyone who defied him had unraveled to reveal that all of it was bullshit. From the first episode, he was full of shit.
He's still miserable, selfish, emotionally immature, deeply flawed and barely functioning, and he's done so many awful things that he'll never be able to atone for them, but he's done pretending that he doesn't love his grandkids--in fact, he'll prove it right now, and show Morty love, affection and sincerity for the first time in the entire series.
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It wasn't the end, but I actually think that this all culminated with Rick becoming the crow witch. That was Rick's fantasy, not the audience's, because the incels who think they're Rick sure as shit aren't going to imagine themselves in that outfit.
Rick's still mean to Morty, but we also see Rick carrying Morty in his arms later on--a parallel to the opening scene of the season and a sharp contrast to the brutality of Ricks who clone Mortys and butcher their tiny little bodies.
Then, at the end of "Rickmurai Jack," Evil Morty deconstructs Rick's bullshit and points out his pettiness, selfishness, toxic attitude to Morty and the unhealthy ways that he justifies it all. After that, Rick doesn't even try to manipulate his way out of the situation. He lies under a pile of rubble and tells Morty to save himself. Morty's love is the only reason that he doesn't die on the citadel.
Of course, we've got five more seasons to go, so who knows what's going to happen. But as it stands right now, the show that once fed into science bro MRA culture--and I think it was intentional and the writers 100% sided with Rick at the time--became a deconstruction of toxic masculinity. And maybe a critique of it, too.
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