#i guess the issue here is just how like unpredictable it is
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The only problem with being an autistic person who doesnât have big emotional reactions and talking to another autistic person who doesnât have big emotional reactions is that when you talk to each other its just awkward silences and itâs like you have an idea of how a person is supposed to react to things cuz youâve had this script memorized for years but now this person isnât sticking to the script so itâs like OH GOD I FUCKED UP
#the klock keeps ticking#and theyre thinking the same thing đ”âđ«#i guess the issue here is just how like unpredictable it is#at least until you really know a person#i do prefer being around people who are more reserved cuz its not as loud and scary#but i dont like when theres no predictable way to tell if theyre happy or sad and i always feel bad for having to ask a lot#cuz people in the past have gotten mad at me for asking if theyre okay#i think this is also why im a lot smoother through text cuz i can imitate emotions BY DOING SHIT LIKE THIS đđđ€Ș!!!!!#but yeah anyway its both very fucking refreshing to talk to someone just like you but its simultaneously very different to experience#and so it can be kinda hard to figure out but thankfully im! very smart đ„°
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ASTROLOGY OBSERVATIONS
NOTE: haiiii guys! this is my first tumblr blog - post - whatever lol. i am chronically on here looking at astrology stuff and cute mood boards, so why not participate in both lol. lmk how i did for the first time; k bye!
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|á°.đŠč i've noticed that gemini suns are soooo unpredictable to guess in terms of physicality. like you'd have to go through your whole astrologer questionnaire lol. idk they just don't have "a look", they're fluid asf too!
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|á°.đŠč pisces suns are high liability CRASHOUTS... well all pisces placements; but they're like the elders who lived a long life & don't gaf about the tide cause they've been here for so long (or least it feels like it lol).Â
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|á°.đŠč ya wanna know who the real yappers are venus/mercury 3rd housers (*giggles*). i would know as my venus is in the 3rd house lol. of course this varies by the aspects/associations with other planets.
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|á°.đŠč having jupiter 12th house can make the 12th house less... 12th housey? the 12th house being whats hidden, old age, subconscious mind, karma, & endings while jupiter being the planet of expansion, luck, & philosophies can really uncover the 12th house persona in everyday life. whether its in karma, lessons or with elders. think of jupiter as a big ass magnifying glass or highlighter.
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|á°.đŠč cancer suns can either come off two ways: calm, observant, & nurturing or vain, disciplinary & sharp. i have an aunt who's a cancer but she talks like an aries. her daughter too is a cancer but that is my BABYYY like i fight real good for her- fists n all!
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|á°.đŠč chiron 2nd housers may have wounds/issues around their valuables in life. in early childhood they've may have been in a lower class position or found themselves in a lower class positions regarding money, valuables, & income. (like different pay rate than other coworkers)
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|á°.đŠč venus aspecting pluto (conj. sq. sextile- all aspects) in your natal chart can be applied to the native in two MAIN ways: KINDNESS! now i say this all the time; there's a diffrence in being kind and in being nice... this placement either just makes the person super kind, i mean like "kill 'em with kindness" type kind or they could be power hungry in terms of vanity or praise... like the fishing for compliments type or mean popular girl/guy type. it just depends on the native & the charts aspects aswell!
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END NOTE: ok! now i know this is a lil short, but again this is my first attempt at posting stuff like this lol. hopefully you guys like it... or find it even. im going to sleep its 5:01 AM rn.
thank you for reading, until next time!
#astro observations#astrology#astrology notes#astro community#astro tumblr#astrology community#lol#music#news#actors
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hey guys did you know that um. did you know. first of all did you know i'm losing my mind, secondly, do y'all remember in tma how when someone reads a written statement, they don't really Stop unless they're interrupted? and they read the whole thing easy cheesy, no issues with reading whatever words are there? like. jon literally could read french for a whole statement and was Fine. granted, that's Jon, but like nobody else struggled with pronunciations and whatnot (that i can recall)
presumably, this is an eye thing. either as employees of the institute, or because everyone there is just also eye-aligned in some degree (melanie had the ghost hunting show, the eye is fond of martin, etc)
and then there's tim in season 3 ep 86
[Sigh] Statement of⊠uh, Benjamin Hatendi⊠Hateendi? Regarding a⊠[papers rustling] a blanket. Dead friend. Monster. Regarding his unavoidable and gruesome end. How he tried to hide. He couldnât. Statement is from⊠1983, March 2nd. And I guess⊠[long sigh] I guess Iâm doing this one. Tim Stoker. Archival assistant⊠Archival prisoner at the Magnus Institute.
correct me if im wrong but i don't recall anyone struggling with pronunciations before this bit. but that's not even the biggest thing here, that's just a lil Taste, a lil Flavor.
note the phrasing there. "Regarding his unavoidable and gruesome end." why would he say this when the written text on the statement says this:
Uh, right. Benjamin Hatendiâs account of⊠[rustling pages] oh for⊠a, a strange encounter. Er, statement date, March 2nd, 1983. Melanie King recording. Apparently.
"a strange encounter". that's it. nothing about an unavoidable death, just a "strange encounter". Tim Why Did You Say That.
why would our dear timothy bimothy, who is being pushed to the brink, who is becoming rapidly more depressed and losing hope, say this?
this isn't the only time he's said some weirdly grim shit tho (ep 104)
There was never really any hope for me, though, was there? This was how it was always going to go.
and then there's this bit from elias apparently having Looked into tim (also 104)
TIM All right, hit me with your X-ray eyes then, boss. What do you see? ELIAS Disruption. An unpredictable, angry man with nothing left but the desire to feel in some way revenged. TIM [Sarcastic] Ooh, terrifying! Surely only magic could have let you see so deep inside my very soul.
"nothing left" but the desire to feel revenged. and tim doesn't dispute this, because it's true.
when he first joined the institute he did so in order to look for answers about danny, but then he stopped seriously looking. and now that the circus is back, this is all the drive he has left. not looking for answers, just wanting revenge. closure. an end, if you will.
this is Literally It For Him. a couple lines later he suggests elias kill him, he's At The Breaking Point.
he is so tired, he's lost all hope, and he's saying all this grim shit about "unavoidable death" and "this is how it was always going to go" like hmmmm sounds familiar doesn't it. DOESN'T IT (<- is going insane)
(ep 11) [....] despite the rapid response of the paramedics and how much of his medical history I had immediately to hand, there was nothing I could do to save him. (ep 11) I have no responsibility to try and prevent whatever fate is coming for you. Based on my previous experience, such a thing is likely impossible anyway,[....] (ep 121) There. That was it. That was our fate; where we would always be.
hmmmm sounds a bit like oliver huh? everyone's favorite ex-accountant avatar of the end?? right??
but then there's this last bit i have from ep 86.
why did he stop reading the statement
Statement. âMy parents never let me have a nightlight. I was always afraid, but they were juââ Ugh, this is stupid.
why did he do that. again, correct me if im wrong but when else has someone just Stopped Reading like that without someone or something else interrupting them? why could tim just stop himself?
my theory is this: at this point, tim is completely gone from being aligned with the eye. he no longer seeks to know what happened to danny, he just wants closure. he doesn't wanna do any statement work, and he keeps mentioning these tidbits about hopelessness and the inevitability of terrible events, specifically death.
the eye isn't compelling him to read the statements like it does the others, because it doesn't have as strong a hold anymore. the grip is slipping from him. and by the time the unknowing rolls around, maybe it's lost him for good. maybe he finally fell into a different power he never meant to serve, and yet, he does.
and maybe. just maybe. because i'm so not in denial. but MAYBE. he did die in the unknowing. but maybe he got better.
basically end!tim truthers rise up, this is how end!tim kayaking with his bf oliver banks can still win, etc etc I'm Going Feral <3
#ramblings with major#the magnus archives#tma#tim stoker#oliver banks#timoliver#lil bit uwu#tim stoker tuesday#end!tim#cursing#tma angst#ig#i hope this is coherent and makes sense im losing my MIIIIND im losing my Mind
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Six Years, Five months and Two days | FIVE X READER
pairing: five hargreaves x reader
Word Count: 5470
Genre: angst
General Notes: Lila x Five did happen here folks :/, sexual themes, crude language, this does not correlate with whatever happens during seasons 4 other than Lila and Five jumping into a different timeline together for seven years,, Reader is referred to as female and wife,
Trigger Warnings: Infidelity and Betrayal, Emotional and Psychological Trauma, Unresolved Grief and Loss, Intimacy and Relationship Issues, Family Conflict, Self-Worth and Identity Crisis, Anger and Violence, Emotional Isolation, Suicidal Thoughts or Self-Harm, Intimate Relationship Details
Authorâs note: I have not watched season 4 and yet I know about Five x Lila⊠Kms
Spoiler: All you get is, There will be a part 2
Click here for part Two!
I MOVED ACCOUNTS THE REST OF THIS FIC WILL BE PUBLSIHED ON @seungminsbaldspot !!
They had been missing for a few hours now, and the anxiety was beginning to gnaw at your insides. You could only guess that Five and Lila had gotten caught up in a different timelineâsomething your husband was well-acquainted with doing. You tried not to think the worst. After all, Five was skilled, perhaps the most skilled among you, but the worry persisted like a shadow clinging to your every thought.
He had told you stories about when he was young, disobeying his father, and jumping through time. He saw the apocalypse, lived through it, unable to return to his original time. He would speak of the chaos and destruction, the sense of being unmoored in a fractured world. Then he told you about the moment the Handler found him, plucked him from that desolation, and invited him to join the Commission. And that's when he met you.
And oh, how he hated you.
You were, and still are, the complete opposite of that grumpy old man. You were always precise, a stickler for the rules, never one to color outside the lines. The Handler loved you for itâyour discipline, your meticulous attention to detail, your unwavering commitment to the Commission's goals. You were reliable, the perfect agent, the kind who made her job easier.
He, on the other hand, was a wildcard. Reckless and unpredictable, he saw rules as suggestions rather than absolutes. He didn't care about the consequences, not when there were bigger things at stakeâthings only he could see in the chaos of time. He was a man who thrived in the midst of uncertainty, a constant challenge to your carefully ordered world.
But that was part of what drew you to him, wasnât it? That contrast. The way he lived life like he was on borrowed time, like every moment was his to seize. You hated how he would disregard protocol, how heâd show up late to missions or disappear altogether, chasing his own ghosts through the folds of history. And yet, there was something about that fearlessness that fascinated you. Something about the way he could stare into the abyss of time and laugh, as if daring it to swallow him whole.
The Handler loved assigning the two of you missions together. You were the perfect team, each of you balancing out the other's weaknesses. She liked to say you were two sides of the same coinâyour precision and his improvisation, your strategy and his audacity. Together, you were unstoppable, a force to be reckoned with.
It wasn't always smooth, of course. He had a way of getting under your skin, pushing your buttons in ways no one else could. He loved to rile you up, to watch that carefully maintained calm of yours crack, just a little. Heâd tease you mercilessly, call you names, question your every move. But you never let it show, not in front of the Handler. You knew she was watching, always assessing, always deciding where her next move would take her. And despite your irritation, you couldn't deny that he had a knack for getting results.
And you hated that. Hated that he could bend the rules, defy protocol, and still come out on top. But the more time you spent together, the more you began to understand him, to see the method in his madness. He wasnât just a reckless fool; he was smart, sharp, and had an uncanny ability to read a situation and turn it to his advantage. There was a reason the Handler kept pairing the two of you up, and it wasnât just because she enjoyed watching the sparks fly.
You had never thought Five had cared so much about youânot until that one particular mission.
It had been a long day, the kind where the hours blurred together, each minute weighed down with tension and danger. You were both exhausted, having fought your way through the tangled threads of time, dealing with threats at every turn. Endless close calls, contact after contact, each encounter more chaotic and draining than the last. You were used to this kind of work, but that day felt different. Maybe it was the weight of the mission, or maybe it was something elseâa premonition, a sense that something was off.
You and Five had been tracking a target across multiple timelines, chasing down a loose end that the Commission desperately needed tied up. The mission had seemed straightforward enough at first, but complications arose as they often did, turning what should have been a simple extraction into a drawn-out battle. After hours of fightingâducking bullets, dodging blows, and navigating through the chaotic flow of timeâyou were growing weary. You prided yourself on your precision, your ability to remain sharp under pressure, but even you had your limits.
You werenât thinking straight. The fatigue was getting to you, and in a moment of distraction, you let your guard down. It was only for a second, but that was all it took. A sharp pain tore through your side, and when you looked down, you saw the knife buried deep in your abdomen. The world seemed to slow around you, a haze of shock and disbelief clouding your vision.
You staggered, clutching the wound, trying to maintain your balance, but the pain was overwhelming. You heard Five shout your name, his voice cutting through the fog of agony. There had been a strange edge to it, a raw urgency that you hadnât heard before. You had always thought of him as the consummate professionalâgruff, detached, always in control. But now, there was something different in his toneâsomething almost frantic.
He was at your side in an instant, his figure blurring with the speed of his movements as he dispatched the remaining threats with a brutal efficiency that was startling even to you. His face was tight with concentration, but his eyesâthose sharp, calculating eyes that were usually so unreadableâwere filled with something you couldnât quite place. Fear, maybe? Or was it⊠concern?
âStay with me,â he had commanded, dropping to his knees beside you. His hands moved quickly, one pressing against your wound to staunch the bleeding, the other rummaging through his coat pocket for somethingâbandages, maybe, or some kind of first aid. He was muttering under his breath, a stream of curses and commands, as if he could will you back to health with words alone.
You tried to speak, to tell him you were fine, but your voice came out in a weak, strangled gasp. The pain was spreading, a hot, searing sensation radiating from your abdomen and up through your chest. You could feel yourself slipping, the world around you growing dim and distant. But even through the haze, you could still hear his voice, sharp and insistent, pulling you back.
âLook at me,â he snapped, his tone leaving no room for argument. You forced your eyes open, focusing on his faceâhis furrowed brow, his clenched jaw, the way his lips were pressed into a thin, determined line. âYouâre not dying here, got it?â
There had been a fierceness in his voice that surprised you, a kind of raw intensity that you hadnât heard before. Youâd seen him angry, sure, and youâd seen him frustrated plenty of times, but this was different. This was personal. And it was then that you realized: he wasnât just afraid of losing a colleague. He was afraid of losing you.
âFive,â you managed to whisper, your voice barely audible over the sound of your ragged breathing. You wanted to say something comforting, to let him know youâd be okay, but the words wouldnât come. All you could do was reach out, your fingers brushing against his, a silent acknowledgment of his efforts, of his fear, of his care.
He grabbed your hand, his grip firm and unyielding, his gaze locked onto yours. âIâm not losing you,â he said again, his voice softer now but no less intense. âIâve lost too many people already. Not you. Never you.â
For a moment, the world seemed to hold its breath, the chaos around you fading into the background. It was just the two of you, caught in this strange, suspended moment, connected in a way that was deeper than words, deeper than time.
He worked quickly, efficiently, binding your wound with a piece of his own shirt, his movements precise and controlled despite the tension radiating from him. You could feel the energy building around you, the familiar sensation of time beginning to warp as he prepared to jump you both back to the Commission. His hands were steady, but there was a tremor in them that betrayed his calm façade.
âHang on,â he murmured, his voice barely more than a whisper. âJust hang on a little longer.â
And then, with a blinding flash of light, the world around you shifted, the familiar pull of the time jump tugging at your very being. The pain in your side flared, a sharp spike of agony that ripped through your consciousness, but you held onto his hand, your grip tightening as you were pulled through the fabric of time.
When you opened your eyes again, you were in the Commissionâs infirmary, the sterile white walls and the faint hum of machinery a stark contrast to the chaos youâd just left behind. Five was still there, his hand still holding yours, his face pale but relieved. He didnât say anything, just sat there, his eyes never leaving your face, as if making sure you were really, truly okay.
âYouâre an idiot, you know that?â he muttered after a moment, his voice rough, but there was a hint of a smile at the corners of his mouth. âYou scared the hell out of me.â Despite the pain, you managed a small smile. âDidnât know you cared so much,â you replied, your voice weak but teasing.
He rolled his eyes, but there was a softness in his gaze, a kind of tenderness youâd never seen before. âYeah, well, donât let it go to your head,â he said gruffly, but you could hear the relief in his voice, the unspoken gratitude that you were still here, still alive.
And in that moment, you knew that things had changed. Youâd always been a perfect team, but now, you were something more. You had seen a side of Five youâd never seen before, a vulnerability heâd never shown anyone. And you knew, without a doubt, that he cared about youâdeeply, fiercely, in a way that went far beyond mere partnership.
As you lay there, your hand still entwined with his, you felt a strange sense of peace, a quiet understanding passing between you. Whatever happened next, whatever dangers awaited in the tangled web of time, you knew one thing for certain: you wouldnât face them alone. Not as long as Five was by your side.
Since that day, he had been inseparable from you. At first, you found it strangeâhis constant presence, the way he seemed to hover just a little too close, always watching, always ready. Five had never been the type to show affection, to offer comfort. He was all sharp edges and quick wit, a perpetual storm in human form. But now, there was a softness to him, a quiet protectiveness that he tried, and mostly failed, to hide. And you no longer minded. In fact, you found it endearing. You came to cherish his closeness, his silent support.
You liked the constant teasing and the bickering that filled your days, a steady rhythm of banter and back-and-forth that felt more like home than any place you had ever been. It was comforting to have someone with whom you felt so... normal, someone who could keep up with you, match your pace, challenge you in ways that no one else could. The loneliness youâd once felt in the vast corridors of the Commission faded away with him by your side, replaced by something you never thought youâd haveâcompanionship. Friendship. Love.
Many years later, during a quiet moment in the middle of another mission, Five finally confessed that he loved you. It wasnât a grand declaration, nothing like the romantic stories youâd heard growing up. It was simple, almost matter-of-fact, the way he said it as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. You had been stitching up a wound on his arm, your fingers deft and practiced, when he suddenly blurted it out.
âI love you,â he had said, his voice gruff but sincere, his eyes not meeting yours. For a moment, you thought you had misheard him. But then he looked at you, really looked at you, his expression more open and vulnerable than youâd ever seen. âIâve loved you for a long time,â he added, softer this time, as if testing the words.
Your heart had skipped a beat, and you found yourself smiling, a real, genuine smile that you hadnât felt in years. âI love you too,â you replied, your voice barely more than a whisper. It was the truth, the simplest and most profound truth you had ever known.
Not long after, he asked you to marry him. It was as unceremonious as his confession of love, almost awkward in its delivery. You were in the middle of cleaning your weapons, preparing for yet another jump, when he looked over at you, his brow furrowed in that familiar way of his. âWe should get married,â he said, as if he was suggesting you grab a cup of coffee.
You blinked, taken aback by his suddenness, but then you laughedâa soft, genuine laugh that felt good, felt right. âYes,â you said, without hesitation. âOf course, yes.â There wasnât a doubt in your mind. The life youâd built together, the bond you sharedâit was more than enough.
The two of you quietly eloped, keeping your marriage a secret from the Commission. It wasnât their business, after all. They didnât need to know about the life you were building together, the small moments of happiness you stole between missions, the way you found comfort in each otherâs presence amid the chaos of time. You had your little secrets, your private world carved out of the madness, and you intended to keep it that way.
And when Five decided he needed to go back to his family, âThe Umbrella Academy,â you didnât hesitate. You went right along with him, standing by his side as you always had. You knew how much he had sacrificed, how much he still carried with himâthe weight of his past, the ghosts of his mistakes. But you also knew that he had found a new purpose, a reason to keep fighting, to keep moving forward. And wherever he went, you would follow.
And with that, you find yourself back into the present. Youâre pacing around the room. Every minute feels like an hour, and every second that ticks by without a word from Five or Lila makes your heart pound harder in your chest. The silence is broken only by the occasional murmur of conversation or the soft shuffling of footsteps.
Then, suddenly, the air around you seems to shift. A low hum fills the room, and the familiar tingling sensation of a temporal disturbance ripples through you. Everyone turns toward the source, eyes wide with a mix of hope and apprehension.
A flash of blue light erupts in the center of the room, and for a moment, itâs blinding. You shield your eyes, your heart leaping into your throat. When the light fades, you blink, trying to clear your vision, and then you see themâFive and Lilaâstanding there, slightly disheveled but very much alive.
The two of them share small, strained smiles, a strange new tension between them that wasn't there before. Diego rushes at Lila, hugging her tightly, his strong arms pulling her close. "I thought I'd lost you," he whispers, his voice breaking, betraying the tough exterior he usually maintains. Lila laughs softly, but it sounds differentâalmost forcedâas she returns the embrace, her eyes darting briefly to Five.
Five stands apart, his expression carefully neutral, he struggles to make eye contact with anyone â especially you. He scans the room as if searching for a distraction, his posture stiff, his hands clenched at his sides. "Good to see you're all still in one piece," he mutters, his tone flat. When his gaze accidentally meets Lila's, he quickly looks away, as if the sight of her is too much to bear.
You smile at Five, offering a small nod. You both arenât much for public attention, and you hoped a subtle acknowledgment would be enough to connect, to let him know youâre there. But Five never meets your eyes. His gaze is distant, his thoughts clearly elsewhere. Your smile fades, replaced by a furrowed brow. Whatâs your deal, Five?
You feel a knot of worry tighten in your stomach. Something is off with Five, more than usual. Youâve known him long enough to recognize when heâs hiding something, but this is different. Itâs like heâs shut down entirely, locking everyone outâincluding you.
The others, caught up in their own reunions, donât seem to notice the tension radiating from Five and Lila. Diego pulls back from Lila, holding her at armâs length to look her over. âWhat happened to you two?â he asks, his eyes narrowing as he takes in the subtle changes in their appearancesâthe slightly haunted look in their eyes, the way they seem older somehow. âYouâve only been gone for like 4 hoursâ
Lilaâs smile is tight, almost brittle. âFeels like a lifetime,â she says with a small, hollow laugh that doesn't reach her eyes. Her gaze drifts back to Five, and for a moment, there's something almost like longingâor maybe regret.
Five flinches at her words, just barely, but enough that you notice. He looks down, his jaw clenching. âDoesnât matter,â he says quickly, cutting off any further questions. âWeâre back now. Thatâs all that matters.â But his voice wavers slightly, betraying a crack in his composure.
You step forward, unable to keep the concern from your voice. âFiveâŠwhat happened?â you ask softly, hoping to reach him, to break through whatever wall heâs put up.
He finally looks at you, but thereâs a hardness in his eyes that makes your heart sink. âDrop it,â he snaps, a sharp edge to his tone that makes everyone else in the room go quiet. The silence that follows is heavy and uncomfortable, the unspoken tension between him and Lila now impossible to ignore.
Lila clears her throat, shifting uncomfortably. âYeah, maybe we should all just⊠take a breather,â she suggests, trying to lighten the mood, but thereâs a nervousness in her voice that makes it clear sheâs not as relaxed as sheâs pretending to be. She glances at Five again, and you see it nowâhow her eyes linger on him just a moment too long, and how his jaw tightens in response, his expression guarded.
Diego, picking up on the strange atmosphere but not fully understanding it, frowns. âDid something happen between you two?â he presses, his eyes narrowing as he looks between Five and Lila. His gaze drops to Lilaâs wrist, and his eyes widen slightly. âYou hate wearing bracelets,â he points out, suspicion creeping into his voice.
Lila instinctively pulls her wrist closer to her side, but not before Diego catches sight of the handmade leather bracelet. âNo, I like them,,â she says but her voice lacks conviction. Diego shakes his head, his frown deepening. âYeah, you do. You traded the one I gave you for a vacuum, remember?â His voice is heavy with accusation, his eyes now fixed on the bracelet. âWhereâd you get that one?â
Diegoâs eyes narrow even more, his gaze shifting to Five. "Did you make that?" he asks, his voice low and dangerous, cutting through the tension in the room like a knife. The question hangs heavy in the air, charged with accusation and disbelief.
Fiveâs expression hardens, his eyes narrowing as he glances at Lila, then back at Diego. His jaw is set, his posture rigid. âI sure as hell didnât make that bracelet for you,â he replies coldly, his voice slicing through the silence like a blade. Thereâs a finality in his tone, a hint of something unresolved but unapologetic.
Your breath catches in your chest, a painful tightness forming there. He made it⊠For herâŠ? The thought is like a dagger, twisting in your gut. You blink, trying to process the revelation, the reality of it sinking in like a stone. A handmade braceletâsomething so personal, so intimate.
You glance at Five, but heâs not looking at you. His gaze remains locked on Diego, unwavering, as if bracing for whatever comes next. A storm of emotions swirls inside youâbetrayal, hurt, confusion. The room seems to close in around you, the walls pressing in, the air thick and suffocating.
Diegoâs gaze shifts from Lila to Five, and you can see the pieces slowly clicking into place for him. His face hardens with a mix of realization and fury. âDid you screw my wife?â he demands, his voice a low, dangerous growl. The words explode into the room like a bomb, the air suddenly charged with tension.
Fiveâs eyes remain steady on Diego, his face an unreadable mask. He opens his mouth to speak, to say somethingâanythingâbut Diegoâs not interested in hearing it. His fists are clenched at his sides, his entire body radiating a barely restrained fury.
âYou did, didnât you?â Diegoâs voice rises, each word heavy with the weight of betrayal. "All this time, and youâyou were cheating on me?â His accusation shifts to Lila, his eyes burning with hurt and anger.
Lila quickly steps between them, placing a hand on each of their chests as if trying to physically push them apart. âGuys, letâs not do this right now,â she urges, her voice firm but laced with a hint of desperation. âThis isnât the time or place.â
You stand frozen, disbelief washing over you. Your mind reels at the weight of Diegoâs words. Cheating? The idea feels like a punch to the gut. Youâve spent countless years with Five, fought battles by his side, faced the end of the world more than once. And he gives it all upâfor what? For his brotherâs wife, over the course of seven years in another timeline?
Your breath catches, a sharp pain blooming in your chest. You try to swallow it down, but itâs too much, too fast. The reality of what youâre hearingâof what Five has doneâfeels like a betrayal deeper than anything youâve faced together. The walls seem to close in around you, the weight of the revelation pressing down on your shoulders, threatening to crush you.
You look at Five, searching his face for some sign of denial, of regretâanything that might soften the blow of this new reality. But heâs still staring at Diego, his expression unyielding, almost defiant. His jaw is set, his eyes cold and distant. Thereâs no apology there, no remorseâjust a cold, hard acceptance of whatâs been done, of what canât be undone. The sight of his indifference twists the knife deeper into your heart.
You feel your chest tighten, your breath coming in short, shallow gasps. Your hands are trembling, fingers curling into fists at your sides as you fight to keep yourself together. You want to scream, to cry, to lash out and demand answers. But you know it wonât change anything. The damage is done, and the betrayal runs too deep. You feel tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, but you refuse to let them fall. Not here. Not now. Not in front of them. Not in front of him.
You shake your head, unable to look at Five any longer. The pain is too raw, too intense, and being in the same room with him feels unbearable. You canât handle thisânot now, not like this. The walls are closing in, the air thick and suffocating. Your heart is pounding in your chest, each beat a painful reminder of whatâs been shattered between you.
Without another word, you turn on your heel and leave the room, your steps quick and unsteady. You feel the eyes of the others on you as you push past them, but you donât care. You canât stay hereânot in this room, not with them. Not with him. The hallway stretches out before you like a lifeline, and you move toward it, your movements frantic and desperate, as if putting distance between you and Five might somehow ease the ache in your chest.
You stumble into the hallway, your vision blurred by unshed tears. You donât know where youâre goingâonly that you need to get away. Away from the pain, away from the betrayal, away from the suffocating weight of it all. Your feet carry you down the corridor, your breaths coming in ragged gasps as you fight to hold back the sobs threatening to break free.
You finally reach an empty room, but as you reach for the door, you realize with a jolt that it's the one you and Five share. The one where you slept beside him last night, completely unaware of the storm that was about to hit. The memories of your shared momentsâwhispered conversations, late-night confessions, stolen kissesâflood back, now tainted with a sense of betrayal and loss. You hesitate, your hand hovering over the doorknob, but then you push it open and slip inside, closing it behind you.
The moment the door clicks shut, you collapse against it, your legs giving out beneath you. You sink to the floor, your back pressed against the wood, and the tears finally come. Hot, angry tears spill down your cheeks, and a broken sob escapes your lips. The room is quiet, painfully so, and the sound of your cries seems to fill every corner, bouncing off the walls and echoing back to you.
You wrap your arms around yourself, as if trying to hold the pieces of yourself together, but itâs no use. The dam has broken, and the flood of emotion is too strong to contain. You bury your face in your hands, your shoulders shaking with the force of your sobs. You cry for the loss of trust, for the betrayal, for the love you thought was unbreakable. You cry for everything youâve lost and everything you can never get back.
The bed looms in the corner of your vision, a cruel reminder of the intimacy you once shared with Five. Itâs still unmade from this morning, the sheets tangled from where you both slept. You remember the warmth of his body beside you, the way his hand would always find yours in the dark. The way he would hold you when you were scared, whispering promises of forever. Promises that now feel like lies.
You lift your head, your eyes red and swollen from crying. You look around the room, and all you can see are the remnants of a life that no longer feels like yours. The books on the nightstand that you read together, the photos on the wall of happier timesâall of it feels like a cruel joke, mocking the trust you placed in him. The room, once a sanctuary, now feels like a prison, filled with ghosts of a past that will never return.
As the tears flow, you realize something with a cold, hard clarity that cuts through the haze of your griefânothing will ever be the same again. Not between you and Five, not between any of you. The damage is done, and thereâs no going back. You feel a hollowness settle in your chest, a void where your love for him once lived. You wonder if youâll ever feel whole again, or if this betrayal has shattered you beyond repair.
Itâs been a few days since the cheaters blinked back to your timeline. Each day has dragged on, an endless cycle of numbness and pain. The initial wave of tears has subsided, replaced by a slow-burning anger that simmers just below the surface. How could he? How could she? The questions run through your mind on a loop, feeding the fire that burns inside you.
You try to go about your daily routine, but everything feels off, wrong. The house feels differentâcolder, emptier. The others tiptoe around you, unsure of what to say, how to act. Theyâve seen the hurt in your eyes, the way you flinch whenever Five enters the room. Theyâve heard the way your voice trembles when you speak, how your words are laced with a bitterness you canât seem to shake.
And then thereâs Five. He moves around the house like a ghost, his presence a constant reminder of the betrayal. He tries to talk to you, but you canât bear to look at him, let alone hear what he has to say. His words mean nothing now; theyâre empty, hollow, like the promises he once made. Youâve built walls around yourself, high and impenetrable, to keep him outâto protect what little remains of your heart.
Your anger grows each day, festering like an open wound. It fuels you, giving you strength when the pain becomes too much to bear. Itâs the only thing that keeps you going, that stops you from collapsing under the weight of it all. You cling to it, because without it, all youâre left with is the emptiness, the loss, the heartbreak.
We have been married for years, you think bitterly, and yet we never even once slept together, let alone him see me naked. How in the hell could he have fucked Lila over the span of seven years? The thought is a searing ache, cutting through the numbness that has settled over you. He always said we were too busy for such nonsense.
The double standard gnaws at you, a relentless, cruel irony. All those times he claimed there was no time for intimacy, no room for such personal moments because of their dangerous, high-stakes missions. And now you have to grapple with the fact that he found time for Lilaâtime to build a relationship, to share moments that were supposed to be sacred between the two of you. It feels like a betrayal of not just your love but the very essence of your marriage.
You remember the conversations where he would dismiss your need for closeness, brushing it aside with promises of better times to come. âWeâre too busy,â heâd said, âWe have a world to save.â Yet here was the proof that when it came to Lila, the rules were different. The lies, the excuses, all of it crashes down on you, leaving you gasping for breath.
The anger is raw, a jagged edge that you canât seem to smooth over. Itâs not just about what Five did; itâs about the betrayal of trust, the violation of promises made. The fact that he could share himself so completely with someone else, while withholding even the smallest gestures of intimacy from you, cuts deeper than any physical wound could.
You pace the empty room, the anger simmering, demanding an outlet. Itâs a fire that consumes everything in its path, burning through your hope, your trust, your love. And it leaves behind a desolate landscape, a place where youâre forced to confront the stark reality of whatâs been done.
How could he justify this? you wonder. How could he reconcile the intimacy he shared with Lila while claiming there was no time for us?
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hey! I'm pretty new to your stories: currently reading curse words and loving it! (I started the first book with the mindset that I wouldn't be caught enough to miss some real life stuff because of reading... guess what, I missed some real life stuff reading.)
but now I have a question: the books have a pretty intricate plot with a lot of good payoffs for small things. which is very cool from a reader's point of view, but from the writer's oneâ can you maybe share some stuff about your process? especially in the early stages, how do you go from the initial spark of an idea and what this is about to a fully formed plot? would be cool if you're willing to share
anyway have a great day I'm off to start the third book hehe!
One thing to know about me is that I have just the worst possible imagination. Absolute pisspoor garbage imagination, nothing going on up there. When I want to plot, my process is simple:
Find a problem, then solve it.
Curse Words was born of several disparate story ideas coming together, but mostly I wanted to play with the magic system -- I wanted to write a story where spells were metaphysical parasites that possessed mages, and each mage could only cast their unique spell. The whole thing came about when reading The Princess Bride, specifically the chapter where Buttercup dreams of being a perfect baby and the doctor looking her over and regretfully informing her parents that she was born with mo heart -- I was possessed with this powerful impression of a slightly wacky doctor peering over the top of his rose tinted glasses to inform a pair of parents that their baby had a curse trapped in her heart. From there, it's find the problem, solve the problem.
I wanted to separate Kayden from his family and put him in an unfamiliar environment for the story so that he and the audience would be on a pretty similar level re: world information; isolated magic and a magic school is the easy way to do that. Okay, so why is this school isolated? Why is the curse thing not common knowledge? Why do the public fear curses and have such limited access to magic that it's not a part of Kayden's day-to-day, if it's so useful? Solve the problem; look at the economy. The unique nature of spells makes them difficult to scale up, and the unpredictable nature makes them inferior to technological solutions to problems in most large-scale issues. What does this say about how the Industrial Revolution would've affected the usefulness, and therefore the public perception, of magic? The logical conclusion is the Purity Revolution.
This school is gathering and teaching all these students; why? I wanted a clear division between witches like Kayden and a privileged elite that formed most of the school body; why are they different, how are the elite kids here, why are witches accepted and integrated into the student body? Solve the problem; look at the economy, the politics. Where are these rich kids getting their magic? Why pull in witches? One question answers the other. Why didn't Kayden and Kylie know that curses were spells in advance? Seems something that should be common knowledge. Look at the politics; tie that in. Logical conclusion: magic trap. We have this magic lake with a monster in it that we introduced super early for dramatic purposes and haven't explained yet. What can we do with that? Let's invent empowered water. Let's look at what that means for the creation of potions worldwide. Let's tie in the management of unmanageable spells. Let's elaborate on the structure our magic trap.
Now we have a channel of power. Curses parasitise witches; some are blessings, some are more trouble than they're worth. The school collects curses, domesticates them, makes them more useful, locks away or renders harmless that which it cannot make use of. More curses are collected over time, the school grows and grows and Refujeyo becomes stronger and stronger as they control more of the world's magic supply, but every system has a capacity. What's the effect of this infinite growth? Here we have a clear and unavoidable economic metaphor, so obvious that not centreing the story on this concept would basically be dishonest. Who's managing this collection, what does it say about the power of the school within mage society? How would such a school relate to the rest of Refujeyo; how would Refujeyo, collecting power like this, relate to and be viewed by other magical traditions, and by nonmagical society? Run through the reasoning, solve the problem.
Why would the school only approach Kayden as a teenager, after his curse caused problems? Surely the school would want to collect as many curses as if could as early as possible. There has to be a reason why they waited. This is a good one because it flows directly from the complex political relationships between Refujeyo and commonfolk politics that have to exist, AND ties neatly into critical character motivations that have to exist for book 1's main twist to function (notably, Malas Aksoy's actions). Sort this out for book 1 and accidentally create a critical political point for the rest of the entire series.
I started writing book 1 with the idea of the court case and subsequent twist about Kayden's curse being the big mystery, but Kayden still needs something to actually do at school. We have this mage who we threw in to rescue Kayden and Kylie from the lake, and had Max hero worship her for flavour; she seems to be becoming central to a lot of interactions for some reason. A lot of dramatic stuff is therefore automatically happening in her presence, but why is this incredibly accomplished and intelligent mage fucking up so much? We've established her as careful and thorough. We need a reason for all these accidents beyond random chance. Someone's sabotaging her -- why? Let's look at our established characters and figure out who has means and motive, and who the most fun red herrings would be.
How could a place like Refujeyo, such a complex and time-consuming project that would have to involve the cooperation of so very many mages, even get built? How would it survive long enough to be powerful? When and where did this happen? We've already established the Purity Revolution; maybe there was something more coordinated than just random undirected economic forces. We've established some incredibly powerful mage families and the old system of apprenticeship and inheritance; we know that the most powerful family in Refujeyo used to have a prophecy and owned a very powerful place that helps prophecies specifically. They could coordinate something, given enough motivation and the help of enough other powerful mages. What kind of motivation? Let's go back to the Purity Revolution. If tech develops alongside magic without central oversight of some kind, what could magic enhance? What problems could be foreseen that would make this kind of investment worth it? How does Refujeyo save the world?
Tie this into our power channel. Refujeyo's attempt to save the world endangers the world due to infinite growth and power being passively collected by those who benefit from the dangerous status quo. It fits our economy metaphor, because they're essentially the same thing, just putting in magic instead of money as a means of power.
Find a problem, then solve it.
The important thing with this method is to keep your solutions cohesive. If you come up with a new different reason for every thing, your plot will look scattered and disorganised. We don't want to look like we're just pulling the story out of our arse. I mean, we are pulling the story out of our arse, that's what writing fiction is, but it's a big part of our job to help our audience suspend their disbelief on that. Whenever possible, you should look for answers that solve multiple things and weave disparate parts of the story together; this is especially true when they relate to the core plot or central theme of your story.
Also, leave gaps for reader inference. You don't have to answer every single question, you just need to make sure that some plausible answer exists for every single question. Sometimes this involves saying less, not more, and letting the audience figure it out.
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Killer is literally a cat! REAL!
purely stereotypes here of course
- Obvious one first, cats tend to be written off as villians inherently. They're more complicated than that but because how they behave and what is said about them people are scared of them. Although, it can be matter of approach... (this sounds like im excusing killer I'M NOT TRUST!! I promiseeeee I know he's done bad things i promise don't jump me.)
- The other obvious one, he owns cats therefore is a cat person. Therefore therefore, he must be cat- coded.
- He has the whole "don't love me too close, I'll hurt you" sorta thing going on.
- Explicit boundaries, when pushed, he'll bite and claw and scratch his way outta there. I guess in his case stab or punch, etc a lot! excessively! seriously my guy! calm down!
- He cause trouble but on purpose! He seems like the type of guy to stare directly at you and knock something off the counter just to spite you or to get a reaction.
- There is a stereotype that cats can switch from being affectionate to biting you. I think this can fit into Killer's unpredictable behavior.
- Cats play with their food :) They enjoy the thrill of the chase, it's a game. Until they get bored and play with something else. Apparently cats also do this to tire out the prey, so do with that info that you will.
- Cats tend to hide when they're sick as a survival instinct.
- Cats tend to show affection in ways that's not understood by others.
- HC'ed with attachment issues, cause like, yeah. Cats with separation anxiety will become destructive if left alone to long.
- Love bites.... that is it.
- They're loyal to their master of sorts but not necessarily out of trust but instead of a resources given.
- In media, cats tend to be snarky, manipulative and observant. Now who does that sound like...
- Cats are typically seen as tricksters, Killer is bit a trickster himself? no?
- Sorta a stretch, but the phrase "cats have nine lives" reminds me of him. This ties into his whole reload thing except he has way more than nine!
My favorite thing is when people add on so please feel welcome to!!!!
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      I love ragging on Belos but also DAMN heâs fiendishly clever. Like letâs analyze his âreunionâ with the Collector;
        Gets caught, Collector is suspicious and scared? Belos immediately calms him down by making the Collector feel in control over his own spell he openly doubted, pointing to the moon symbol on Raineâs forehead; Telling this kid not to worry about his most immediate question! And then Belos justifies the anomaly by playing along with the wishful fantasy rules of a kid who believes in the magic of friendship! Anything can happen, so no need to question any further, he flatters the child.
        Then thereâs his next line, in which Belos warns the Collector that heâs in danger, which is incredibly vague and could mean anything; And in the couple of seconds it takes the Collector to react in derision, Belos figures out he needs to be more specific and how to elaborate on this, claiming someone is going to betray the Collector.
        Note that he never name-drops anyone on his own, because Belos doesnât really know whoâs around the Collector, other than Odalia. But just in case, he keeps it vague so the Collector can provide an answer for him, the first person heâd assume, and thus the one whose betrayal he fears the most: King!
        Belos latches onto that. He sees King isnât here, so he asks where is he? Note he doesnât give an answer, doesnât make any claims because he doesnât KNOW anything. Belos is trying to avoid saying something that can be contradicted later on, so he keeps it vague by throwing a very simple, âsafeâ question that nevertheless makes the kid doubt.
        The Collector watches, is reassured, looks back to Belos to brag! Then he checks again, sees what King said, and looks away. The kid is concerned, but heâs not jumping to any conclusions, and you may think, oh! This is where he checks again, just to be sure.
        And thatâs when Belos drops the bombshell; Luz is here. And as he so cleverly plans, this revelation shocks the Collector, distracting them from checking on King again to hear what he ACTUALLY meant. Because Belos doesnât know for sure how genuine King is or not, but either way, the less this kid is actually in touch with the outside world, the easier it is for Belos to control the narrative and filter all information through himself. The kid has seen enough to doubt, no need for him to find out more and potentially clarify.
        Likewise, Belos has been manipulating this kid for hundreds of years; Like it or not, the Collector is the longest relationship heâs ever had in his life, by a long shot. He knows the kidâs psychology in and out, he knows exactly which buttons to press, and he guesses at how jealous the Collector can get. If heâs friends with King and holds him in high regard, then King has probably told him about Luz during the time theyâve been hanging out.Â
     And that Collector is an insecure kid⊠So Belos creates an Us VS Them scenario, plays into the Collectorâs worst fears of King replacing him for Luz (gee, itâs like Philip speaks these insecurities from experience). The fact that Belos himself contributed deeply to the Collectorâs trust issues, and is now using them is just. Ugh.
        Now Luz is something Belos DOES know about, having inhabited Hunter, knowing she followed right behind him and does plan to change things, and herself doesnât know any more than he does; If anything, she knows less! So Belos is a lot more free to make claims about Luzâs motives and goals here, because he actually knows them for the most part. Luz is something Belos can guarantee and thus reliably interpret for the Collector to support his claim.
    That creates an unpredictable element that unsettles the kid, pair that up with the ambiguity of what King said (never checked back on, due to Belos diverting the Collectorâs attention) and youâve got the perfect recipe to manipulate this child all over again⊠An empty sandbox the Collector canât verify from which Belos can craft a new narrative with, and anytime something comes along that can be interpreted in its favor, like the ending of the episode? You betcha.
        God heâs so smart, so confident that you might not even notice at first how baseless Belosâ claims are. Youâd understandably think he actually DID somehow know, and wasnât just adapting and having good luck in guessing! Imagine society if Belos weaponized his autism for actual good.
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TEXT Vol. 05 Jeanâs Textbook
Heâd gotten rid of as many of his belongings as possible when he joined the Survey Corps. There was no point in bringing anything like his jumbled collection of notes, and anything he did need he could buy or be issued. There was one item, however, that he kept in his bags because heâd need them to review the basics when understanding an operation.
ââŠMy textbooks, huh. I guess I did leave them here.â
It had been some time since Jean last returned to his quarters. When he opened his bags in the personal space heâd been assigned, something moved him to pull the books out.
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Around the time the old regime had been overthrown and Jean had met up with the main unit of the armyâŠ
Jean had been acting separately from the rest of the Survey Corps as a member of the ânew Team Levi,â keeping him away from the main unit for some time. His bags had been haphazardly tidied up, just like those belonging to the rest of his squad. Now that much had been settled and he had returned, he needed to prepare next for the new operation to retake Wall Maria. When he unfastened his bag, he found a number of textbooks heâd used during his time in the Training Corps.
âI canât believe I kept these âŠâ
Even though heâd joined the Survey Corps and found himself in an ever-changing situation, he couldnât allow himself to be negligent when it came to reviewing his fundamentals⊠And so heâd brought these books upon someoneâs recommendation.
âA Guide to Marching Drills⊠What does this say about nighttime movement on horseback, again?â
One of these volumes seemed to be exactly the reference material he needed for the upcoming operation, and he casually began flipping through its pages.
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[Seems like this appears on exams a lot.]
ââŠWhatâs this?â
The first handwritten words to jump out at him were not his own. These were marks left behind during a group study session for a written exam in his Training Corps days. Jean remembered sitting in the center of everyone, having placed his own textbook in the middle of the desk for them all to see and at times write in as they discussed this and that.
Jean couldnât remember who the rushed cursive belonged to at first, but his memories of that day gradually began to return to him.
(Armin? No⊠If it was the person right next to me⊠I guess itâd be Marco.)
The words were written right-side-up on one side of the book. Theyâd been penned by someone reaching in from the side.
He shook his head at the memory of his close and now departed friend as he turned the page to find other writings.
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âWhatâs this one sayâŠ?â
Jean couldnât read the upside-down letters at first. He turned the book around, then gasped.
[Horses can move in other unpredictable ways. Be careful]
[â>Finger whistling, page 54]
The thick and powerful words of caution belonged to Reiner.
The thin and weak words that pinpointed Jeanâs weaknesses and noted where he needed to read belonged to Bertolt.
Back then⊠they were comrades he learned alongside. In fact, it had been Reiner who suggested that he hold onto his textbooks. He had said that while Jean was talented, he had a tendency to rely on the fact. Thatâs why he needed to hold onto books that would let him go back to basics.
ââŠHe really could see whatâs most important.â
The contents of this textbook would have to be solidly in the minds of the two who were now on the âother side.â They would also know how the Corps would move by horseback according to it, too.
In other words⊠such was the opponent that now awaited them.
âThe last ones I wanted to have to face went and became our enemies.â
âŠSo this is what they meant when they said the world is a cruel place.
Jean quietly closed the book and placed it deep within his bags, as if to seal away the memories of the time he spent with the two.
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SOURCE: Attack on Titan: Short Stories 3
TRANSLATION: Ko Ransom
#attack on titan short stories#shingeki no kyojin short stories#aot short stories#snk short stories#shingeki no kyojin au smartpass#attack on titan au smartpass#snk au smartpass#aot au smartpass#jean kirstein#reiner braun#bertholdt hoover#bertolt hoover
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omega found, omega lost 5.2
Title: Omega found, Omega lost; Chapter: 5.2/6; WC: 2356; Rating: E; Tags: Steddie, Omega Steve, Alpha Eddie, angst, hurt/comfort.
Chapter 1 on tumblr Chapter 2 on tumblr Chapter 3 on tumblr Chapter 4 on tumblr Chapter 5.1 on tumblr On AO3
Preview: âI dig the pink scrunchie," said Steve. Eddieâs hair tumbled in flyaway strands from a bun at the crown of his head. âYouâre the prettiest Alpha I ever saw.â âThat why you left the hospital to come find me?â âHuh? I did what?â Steve was so happily lost, heâd all but forgotten the horror of the past few days. Eddie laughed: âYouâre the most badass metal Omega I ever met. Thatâs a compliment, by the way.â Eddieâs slowly spreading smile managed to be tentative and relentlessly adoring. Steve would die for those dimples, and if he didnât taste those soft lips again soon, he really would expire. Surely Eddie could smell how Steve was longing for him? âMate me?â begged Steve, his voice pitching unexpectedly high.
Chapter 5.2: I see what's mine and I take it
âWhat do you mean, he discharged himself?â bellowed Hopper at the doctor.
The doctor folded her clipboard to her chest as a makeshift shield and stood her ground. âHeâs an Omega, not a child. He had the right to discharge himself. I was against his leaving so soon. However, he was with a friend, and I didnât like the plans his mother had for him either.â
âWhat plans?â Eddie suddenly loomed over the poor doctor too, his inner Alpha frothing at the mouth.
âShe believed he needed specialist treatment, and thereâs something to be said for thatâjust not the kind of treatment she had planned for him. All my colleagues agreed that Steve was so sick because heâd bonded with an Alpha who he feared had rejected him. At the very least, his inner Omega was suffering from major trust issues. The unpredictability and severity of his symptoms suggested that this was indeed a soulmate bond, and then, when he heard that he was going to see this rogue Alpha again⊠Well, he wasnât exactly fixed, but the consequences speak for themselves.â
While she talked, she looked quizzically at Eddieâokay, she probably guessed his role in all this. His wildly incongruous hospital scrubs probably hindered more than helped disguise him. He hoped she wasnât feeling too cash strapped. He pressed his knuckles to his lips and paced the corridor. He could smell Steve quite strongly here, and the sour twist of fear was almost as potent as when heâd found Steve in the forest.
âYouâre sure his mother wasnât involved in his departure?â asked Hopper.
âI hope not,â said the doctor, and her uncertainty set the tiled walls closing in on Eddie like the bars of a cage. He knew what could become of high-class Omegas who âdisgracedâ themselves. How they could be punished or sent off to âclinics,â sometimes never seen again.
I should never have let you out of my sight, Stevie. I shouldâve⊠What? Let myself be torn apart by the pack? Come storming into the hospital to abduct you?
Maybe he should have attempted the latter. Wouldâve been good training for robbing that bank to keep his Omega in the style that heâd been raised. God, why couldnât he be more of a typical Alpha? All macho macho, grabby hands, bawling, âI see whatâs mine and I take it!â
âBecause Iâd haaaaate myseeeeelf,â he sang softly.
Besides, Steve wasnât an object to be claimed. He was headstrong, impulsive, too. The sort of Omega whoâd stride off into a snowstorm to find a lost pup. The sort whoâd do anything for people he cared for.
As would Eddie Munson. Okay, beyond Wayne, his list of âcherishedâ chums had been small and select at best, but now he had a soulmate.
Soulmate. Right.
Eddie puffed so hard through his nostrils he half expected to see smoke.
The question wasnât when heâd accepted that. It was why the Hell heâd railed against it? Yeah, polite society wanted to keep them apart, star-crossed lovers, blah, blah, blah. Heâd flip the bird at it, like he always did. It was just⊠a tad harder now it wasnât only him whoâd have to face the consequences.
He ought to be scared shitless. He wasnât, because his inner Alpha now burned freely for his soulmate. All he had to do was find Steve and make things right.
âMunson.â Hopperâs deep rumble set Eddie snarling in response. âListen up. Message just came through from Wayne. Your Omega rocked up to his trailer, in a real bad way.â
Oh yeah. That sounded like Steve. Eddieâs heartfelt relief was shadowed by a fresh onslaught of fear. What kind of âbad wayâ this time?
Time to Alpha-up and take care of his Omega.
He smacked the side of his fist into the wall. Ow! âLetâs move,â he barked.
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Steve woke to the feel of warm slick between his thighs. His hand drifted down to deal with the excruciating need for friction, and thenâŠ
Eddie flung the flimsy door open and closed in quick. Cushions and blankets scattered, as he scrambled to get Steve into his arms. He littered Steveâs hair with kisses.
âIâm here, Baby. Iâm sorry I had to leave you. Never gonna do that again. Never.â
With an effort, Steve floundered his arms around Eddie, nuzzling into Eddieâs throat. He melted into a floaty, liquidy, super-happy puddle, inhaling Eddieâs raw scent till he felt giddy and high. Eddie loosened what bordered on a chokeholdâalbeit one that Steve revelled inâand lovingly ran a palm down Steveâs flanks, repeating again, then again.
âMy Alpha,â Steve whispered, and he began to softly purr.
Heâd have burrowed beneath Eddieâs skin, if he could. Heâd a faint idea he ought to be panicking about something. All he cared about was being at one with his Alpha. God, maybe he should beg Eddie to chain him up in here, like in his dream?
Anything to never feel that pain of rejection again. It was the only fear that remained to him. The fear Eddie didnât feel the soulmate tug so strongly, that this might end.
That fear was fading fast.
âYou okay, Babe?â Eddie bolstered up the pillows behind them and pulled the comforter over them both.
âMmmmmm.â Steve kept on rubbing his cheek against Eddieâs scent gland. He wished Eddie would nuzzle him back.
âLook, Iâm sorry I laughed at you, when we hung out before. I was crazy about you, honest.â
âSâfine. Sorry I was a stuck-up douchebag. I still cared too much about momâs opinion. That sort of thing.â
âYou werenât that bad.â
Okay, this conversation was a total curveball. Steve couldnât be anything but honest. âNeither were you! I bugged Dustin to invite you along whenever we hung out.â
Gently, Eddie tipped Steveâs face up. Their eyes met, and Steve reeled anew. He wanted to drown in Eddieâs warm gaze. But why the heck was Eddie wearing medical scrubs, andâŠ
âI dig the pink scrunchie.â Eddieâs hair tumbled in flyaway strands from a bun at the crown of his head. âYouâre the prettiest Alpha I ever saw.â
âThat why you left the hospital to come find me?â
âHuh? I did what?â Steve was so happily lost, heâd all but forgotten the horror of the past few days. Eddie laughed:
âYouâre the most badass metal Omega I ever met. Thatâs a compliment, by the way.â
Eddieâs slowly spreading smile managed to be tentative and relentlessly adoring. Steve would die for those dimples, and if he didnât taste those soft lips again soon, he really would expire. Surely Eddie could smell how Steve was longing for him? He clenched and squirmed his thighs against the slick.
âMate me?â he begged, his voice pitching unexpectedly high.
Eddie pecked Steveâs nose tenderly. âUh, uh.â
âYou⊠you donât want to mate me?â Something inside him crumpled, and panic bubbled into his throat. âIs this because of my mom?â
âNot gonna lie. The whole death threat trifle has played on my mind. Thatâs not it, though. Iâm dying to get balls deep again, honey, just not today. Youâre sick and hurt.â Eddieâs fingers carded exquisitely through Steveâs hair. âLook, this is new and scary for both of us, but one thing seems pretty plainâI need to know youâre really all right before I go jumping your bones again.â
Steve heard Eddie. Sort of. So that wasnât a brush off, right? Spurred on a sudden, convulsive chirrup, he craned up and touched his lips to Eddieâs, finding them every bit as delicious as he remembered. Eddie kissed softly back, warm and chaste, then drew awayâŠ
âŠand Steveâs Omega went apeshit.
His head cracked back, his mouth gaping. At the same time, he scrambled almost fully onto Eddieâs lap, arching his back and edging his pelvis forward, spreading his thighs. What was he wearing? Oh God, Tommyâs sweatpants! He needed rid of those for sure. And crap, what must his hair look like? His needy cocklet collided with the solid mass of Eddieâs Alpha dick, and then he wasnât thinking at all.
âNeed to be naked, need you to fuck me.â His head span wildly, and he was too revved up to stop. He felt Eddie take a firm grip on his hips. âNeed, Alpha. Neeeeed!â
âShit, Iâm calling this. Omega, no!â The merest growly hint of Eddieâs Alpha voice galvanised Steveâs scattered attention. He flopped onto Eddieâs chest, brow burning and body trembling uncontrollably. Eddie shifted Steve into the crook of one arm, then brushed Steveâs cheek, capturing his ill-focussed gaze:
âIâm your Alpha, and your soulmate, and Iâm going to mate you when youâre well enough, âkay? I think when we both get a bit excited, you know, all those yummy pheromones, they⊠uh, help, but they also mask other stuff happening that we need to pay attention to. So please, youâve got to trust me. Let me take care of you.â
Steve took a beat. His scampering pulse calmed a little. And he nodded.
His Alpha. And his soulmate.
Yeah, that was definitely okay.
His face sank back to Eddieâs neck. Eddie replaced the comforter then gently thumbed that super-sensitive groove behind Steveâs ear. Eddieâs words had rubbed that ravenous edge from his need, and a pleasant sleepiness overcame him. His soft purrs were answered by a low, growly vibration from Eddieâs chest.
Oh yeah, that felt wonderful.
âSsssssh, Stevie. You can relax now. Your Alpha has got you. Gonna take care of you till youâre all healed. You rest now, Omega.â
Steve melted a little deeper into Eddie and willingly obeyed.
Chapter 6 on tumblr
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My Steve whump fic on AO3
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I am gonna say something crazy so please donât get angry at me. I think among all of this that is happening right now, people should leave Liam alone and i am not saying this as some crazy ass defender who believes that âboys are innocent đŁâ. I am saying this because i agree with people saying that Liam is lost. He is distressed and I believe he reads all this shit that is said about him and goes back to his old addictions, which will lead only to more destruction and we are here talking not even about him, but about people AROUND HIM. Think about it for a second before you try to ease you stress and life anger by keeping on talking about him on social media. If his coping mechanism that he picked up since 1d days (that he talked about) is drinking as an answer to all stress and shit that has been happening, then if goes back to drinking every time he is distress and probably online stuff is part of it, then he will keep on hurting more people around him. And if we are really wanna be on âside of the victimsâ then Ignoring his person for some time will be a better option than keeping hate on him.
I just donât want more people to be hurt by him and i am almost 90% sure that Liam lurks on socials to see what people talk about him. And letâs be honest, bad or good, nobody reacts well on online hate and again, i think itâs better for people to not cause Liam to go back to drinking (if he didnât already) so he would go and hurt more people, because people under influence are unpredictable and completely unaware of their actions which makes them more dangerous. And Liam will become more agressive and more dangerous if he will not sober up completely . He has to stop drinking at ALL to calm down. He needs some proper therapy and have to cut off alcohol and any kind of addiction that he has (god fucking knows) from his life. I felt like Teardrops was a sign of finally taking a good turn, but i guess addictions are way more harder to beat ( never been addicted, thankfully, but had people around me who had been :) )
ok well first of yes, Liam does lurk on socials and check what people are saying about him and take to to heart: he has told us so, his sister has said so, and Maya has said so. Liam's sister has, like you, asked people to take on responsibility for his mental health by doing or not doing certain things online (this was a while back, not just now); Maya on the other hand has asked that people not enable his abusive behaviors by ignoring or excusing them, and has told us that he not only expects fans to do that but uses it as a way of avoiding taking responsibility for his actions and as a threat. No matter what any of those people say, it is neither our job nor possible for us to fix him by posting or not posting certain things! But in a way that feels different to me from any other celebrities or public figures, the relationship between the fans and the 1D guys has always been incredibly two way and reciprocal, and I do think it matters how we use the incredible power of this fandom. We've done great useful things with it in the past, and a lot of pretty silly things, and have also done things that have had profound and lasting impacts on the guys' actual lives that continue to effect them to this day, some good and some... not. We actually do have impact on their lives for better and worse. So while there is nothing we could post or not post that will cure Liam's mental health issues, also I agree, it doesn't NOT matter what we post. If nothing else, it matters because WE spend our time in this fandom and WE are impacted, and acting like the things we've found out are in any way okay (which ignoring them also would be) is unacceptable and as I said here, harms other fans. But on top of that we have been SPECIFICALLY ASKED by a victim of abuse to do something: she has asked that we stop enabling Liam's behavior by posting and not posting certain things online. So will talking about it hurt Liam, and if so should we not do that? It might distress Liam to have people tell him what he's done and is doing is not okay! That's very likely. And obviously I don't like people telling him to kill himself or posting revenge porn because those are NEVER acceptable things to do; but Liam's distress is actually less important in this situation than holding Liam accountable for his actions is. I worry about the possible impacts of that too, I think we have all pictured the worst case scenarios. But the thing is that what you are suggesting is to try to figure out how we can act to prevent an abuser from being abusive or from hurting themselves, how to do things that will keep them calm and fix them; this ISN'T POSSIBLE in any kind of real way, and the idea that is a troubling symptom of clinical codependency. It IS however important and necessary for people who care about them to tell abusers that their behavior is not okay, and that we will not look the other way when they fuck up! tldr: No abuser or addict has ever changed because things simply got easier and so they no longer "needed" to lash out or to medicate; but people have been encouraged to change by people whose good opinion they want telling them their behavior is unacceptable.
#blah blah blah#maya henry#tw fawning#tw self harm#tw suicide (implied)#I find this ask concerning. I find the real world implications of thinking you can stop abuse by behaving certian ways.... very distressing#I am probably overreacting!! but I am concerned that anon and others who think similarly are in danger of being victimized#by people who will take advantage of them#YOU CANT FIX THEM#not even if they say you can and ask you to!!! THEY ARE MANIPULATING YOU#idk its all very worrisome#and THIS IS WHY it matters what we say even if liam NEVER SEES IT#because vulnerable people in the fandom DO SEE IT
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Yandere wizard x gen Z reader who is a bit too much into zodiac signs
From some ideas I had back in may
Tw: well ya know how it is, yanderish behaviour, magic I guess?, mention of zodiac signs, gen z behaviour, bad English
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He had been using hundreds and hundreds of spells just to spy on you and it had revealed to be useless: all you ever did was look at cards, listen to ten different horoscopes every day, look at shiny (fake) crystals and taking tests on the internet.
It almost looked as if you didnât have anything better to do.
Still, even while doing nothing you were more beautiful than any painting from the Renessaince.
And, you believing in zodiac signs, would have made it a lot easier for him to convince you to leave your normal life and run away with him.
Maybe, by showing you he was magic, you would instantly fall for him and beg him to take you with him and marry you.
And he wouldnât even have to kidnap you!
He grinned at this, it would be perfect.
And so one day he just appeared at your door, holding a shiny stone (like the one you liked so much) and hoping youâd open him the door.
He awaited.
And awaited.
Then he remembered he didnât ring.
Rang.
You opened the door and got face to face to a guy who looked just a bit older than you, holding a beautiful amethyst.
You took the amethyst from him (thinking he was a postman) and closed the door in front of him.
He knocked on the door.
You opened again.
He looked at you.
You looked at him, he didnât emanate good vibes⊠he kinda looked like a Gemini.
And you, obviously, despised Geminis.
They were the worsts, your ex was a Gemini, that was why the relationship had ended between you two⊠he was just soooo impulsive.
He took a long breath âY/N, i am here-â
The fact that he knew your name gave you the ick, like totally.
But he made you rethink on your assumptions, maybe he was a Scorpio, Scorpio were sooo toxic.
âSo, when were you born?â You asked looking at your nails, in total Aries behaviour.
He looked at you, puzzled.
âWhy would that matter?â He asked.
Trust issues, you thought.
He must be a Capricorn.
âWere you born between the last days of December and the first days of January?â You asked taking a notebook out of nowhere.
He shook his head.
So he was not a Capricorn⊠maybe he was an Aries?
âBetween March and April?â You asked again.
He stared at you âlook, kiddo, thatâs not import-â
You shut him up by putting your index on his mouth and Sssh-ing him.
âItâs a matter of utmost importance! I need to understand if I can trust you!â You yelled at him.
âI can tel-â he started suggesting.
âShut up! I need to guess it, duh! Were you born between November and December?â You questioned
He shook his head defeated.
But then a thought popped in his head.
He could show you some magic! That would make you shut up about that zodiac signs rubbish.
And so he conjured some energy in his hands and he created around him a sort of pyrotechnic colourful show so good that some of your neighbours noticed you and the wizard and took out their phones to take a video.
You stared at him.
That was such Gemini behaviour, so unpredictable.
He was surely a Gemini.
âYouâre, like, a Gemini arenât you?â You asked convinced to have gotten it right.
But he shook his head, again, while continuing the show with almost nonchalance, sad that you didnât seem impressed.
So he stepped up his game, creating bigger, more colourful flames, creating animal shapes and beautiful stories.
That would surely amaze you!
But you were too focused thinking from what sign he could be from.
âYOU ARE A VIRGO!â you shouted.
He shook his head.
âA⊠Scorpio?â You asked.
He looked at you, puzzled, shook his head.
âTAURUS!â You yelled
He shook his head, almost feeling sad on how you were ignoring all he was doing.
Maybe he should have just kidnapped you, it wouldnât have hurt his feelings so much.
But nooo⊠you had to continue asking.
âErm⊠Cancer?â You asked, uncertain.
He didnât look like someone from cancer.
And he shook his head, again.
âThen you must be a libraâ you said.
He shook his head again.
âWhat?! Than⊠Aquarius?â You questioned, unconvinced.
Today really wasnât your day.
He shook his head annoyed.
âIâM A LEO!â He shouted, annoyed.
You looked at him.
Disgusted.
âOh, I seeâ you said forcing a smile as you closed the door in front of him.
You were incompatible with Leos, or at least, thatâs what the horoscope said.
#male yandere#yandere oc#yandere x reader#yandere x you#parody#yandere#yandere x darling#zodiac signs#i write#bad english
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How can I enrich life? Especially when you have physical and mental health conditions đŁđđ€
Hi!
This is a big and difficult question to answer, and I have been thinking a lot about what to say. It really varies for each and every person, as well as the nature of your physical and mental health condition, but I will share some things that I do to enrich my own life, and hope some of it will resonate with you.
I know I repeat this a lot, but focusing on the little things is pretty much my main approach to finding joy in being alive. Things like opening the window to smell the rain, buying a magazine, or wearing some nice socks. I'm working on letting go of these big, complicated expectations of what success or a good life should look like, and instead focusing on the fact that I'm alive and can interact with the world, and that is amazing enough. I also very firmly believe in the value of connecting with other people. Just talking about the weather with the person making my coffee in a café makes me feel human, and in touch with other humans. Just observing people from your window and thinking about what you have in common can feel comforting.
Another thing that brings me a lot of joy, is being in touch with the changing of seasons. That way, there is always something to look forward to (November is my least favourite month, but the stores here will carry persimmons now! How lovely!). Preparing for the upcoming season feels meaningful to me, and it is possible to make it as easy or complicated as your health allows for. I like going on little walks in the neighborhood or just sitting outside for a while to feel the weather, looking forward to different foods being in season, watching seasonal movies and shows, decorating, or making little rituals that mark the changes. I guess it helps me feel like my life is not stagnant, and that changes are all around me all the time.
I also like to make sure I have something to look forward to, and try to actively appreciate that feeling. Whether it means getting a pen pal and looking forward to letters, planting bulbs to see them bloom in spring, or promising yourself a treat or hot drink in the evening, I think it boils down to intentionally planning for small moments of joy.
Finally, I think it is really important not to feel disappointed if you expected something to give you joy and excitement, only to discover you don't feel as happy as you imagined you would. Emotions can be unpredictable, especially for us who deal with mental health issues, but the experience can still be worthwhile and can become meaningful to you later, even if it did not bring you the "spark" you imagined. Sometimes that spark will appear in the most unexpected of places as well!
I hope at least some of that can be of help to you. I wish you all the best, and hope that you are happy and safe!
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Not people jumping to blame DAEMON'S influence for Jace calling bastards "mongrels." When has Daemon EVER been bastardphobic? His attitudes towards Jace's parentage include some possible jealousy while he and Laena were both being good natured about it, seeming kind of proud of Rhaenyra when she admitted it, seeming pretty enthusiastic about wedding his daughters to "bastards", and literally killing a man for insulting Rhaenyra and her boys. I just simply don't get where this "Daemon is a blood supremacist" (more than any other noble is) comes from when he gives no fuck aside from jealousy about Rhaenyra "sullying" their Valyrian blood with Strong blood and putting her bastards on their precious dragons. Alicent is the most likely source of Jace's internalized insecurities (because that's what that was) so why do people keep pretending otherwise? Am I missing something?
I think that it's an opportunity to slam Targs, use the less-than-great reputation Daemon has amongst some fans--which includes his supposed "special" pride, and finally to incorporate Jacaerys into that to "prove" Targ-evil and unique amorality. That is pretty much all, aside from how Condal & co have written their version of a Jace to be less secure in himself and have less...I guess "family" as its truest phenomenon. Again, Daemon lived w/Rhaenyra her her co on Dragonstone for abt 1o or a little more with both Baela & Rhaena. Before that, it had been Harwin with occasional & then more frequent visits from Laenor. He more or less grew up away from the court Alicent presided even as he experienced some of the stigma of being even suspected as a bastard, esp from Alicent's supporters, here & there. But more so from his uncles: Aegon, Aemond, perhaps Daeron, too who'd follow his older brothers.
I also think it's bc Daemon has a lot of pride in his house that they are bound to think are white supremacists/colonizers and has disliked Rhea Royce from the beginning while being more amenable to Laena and Rhaenyra, who are both much more Valyrian-by-lineage than Rhea, who has none. Nobles are engrossed in making sure their marriages afford them the best possible access to resources and the prestige associated to whatever house so that they may have issue who can brings usch things into the "home" house or out to the house(s) chosen and favored. It's a way to organize wealth and power. Targs on Valyria and the rest of Valyria saw strength in their dragons, the pinnacle of such power matter of fact. So--as they too, maybe, didn't have that much knowledge about genetics work outside of the magic that in Planetos is more unpredictable than other magical systems--they decided that to preserve their power/dragon bonds, they must do as many other aristocracies did--marry closely and keep that line towards power amongst themselves. I said all of this before, but it bears repeating. Daemon & the Westerosi ruling Targs , however, has never gone out of their way to create a racist system except maybe Daeron I with Dorne if he had ever succeeded in conquering it (in which case, the Dornish are not nonwhite in GRRM's lore, so that racial system would not really mirror out own very well and be its own thing entirely).
Daemon has never even displayed true blood purity the way Alicent was closer to in 1x06 when she commented on how she called them "plain-featured" and groused abt how she couldn't understand how they could have hatched their dragons...while 3 of her kids had to wait till they were much older to bond with one. Daemon never called anyone anything that espoused he thought them as lesser in the exact degree or way that Lord Celtigar does in I think 2x06? 7? (I recently ___ epi 7 and watched w/ a few friends) when he protested against Alyn getting a dragon and even called it "theft". And we see in how he interacts with Alys how he was never actually blood purist with her...an actual unrelated bastard. Daemon just cares about whether you can be trusted to not supplant family, and the Targtowers are too mired in Seven/Faith influence to be "trustworthy".
It also stems from people not truly understanding what blood purity is & its elements or what it looks like when practiced and in the open, active. You hear people make the mistake of assuming the Targs are all blood purists bc they dislike how "keeping the blood pure" thru sibling marriage for dragonriding sounds to them like the Valyrians were ready for phrenology and eugenics and all that...If this were true, however, every single society (or at least most)--and that includes many non-white societies like the Egyptians, some Polynesians, East Asians, etc. as that particular kind of "blood purists". I list of these out bc you will find such "keeping blood pure" practices in nonwhite ancient societies as well. Often. Class=/= race, though it definitely laid the frames for race as we know it; racial systems have inherited ideas of racial difference from class assumptions of difference b/t aristocratic classes and the have-nots. To put it oversimply.
Still, they are not the same. Or we wouldn't have "white" people of real life AND Westeros also hate or abuse the other in their systems. If the Westerosi ruling Targs were that sort of "blood purists", they would have never allowed themselves to marry outside of their own family for fear of "dirtying" their "blood", or lineage. And they, more than the Starks, have had quite a diverse set of outer marriages through their entire dynasty.
I think Daemon just has a lot more expressed pride and arrogance that puts people off and leads them to make wrong, well-meaning conclusions. Oh, & of course HotD hasn't helped, with how they reduced his character at every turn possible.
#asoiaf asks to me#jacaerys velaryon#hotd season 2#westerosi bastards#daemon targaryen#daemon's characterization#jacaerys velaryon's characterization#asoiaf race#asoiaf class#classism#racism
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Rewriting Cain Boyfriend to Death 2 Love how the BTD fandom just collectively agreed to adopt EP's characters as our own I am absolutely tormented by the fact that Cain had so much potential but just. does not have the best writing ugh he's too similar to Rire and it kills me SO I am rewriting the fallen angel, lots of headcanons below the cut
Cain's number one motivation for why he does what he does is BOREDOM He's been torturing people in hell for centuries and it's become BORING. He wants something new, something interesting. He wants to see live humans and savor their emotions. Cain misses being human He'd never admit it out loud of course, but he does miss having real human emotions and enjoying human pleasures. Of course he can't be on earth too long while angels are hunting him, but maybe, spending time with humans will help him regain some of that human feeling?
Cain is chaotic evil incarnate LISTEN everyone in btd2 is a silly dork and Cain should be one too. He should have the most unpredictable and immature chaotic energy. Do you trust this face??? You shouldn't
I think he just. does shit without thinking. Like he's been away from real humans for so long that he's sort of forgotten how fragile they can be.
"Oh c'mon little toy you can handle a little boiling water, right? Hello? Human? Fuck. Guess I need a new one." Yeah he's incredibly overpowered but that doesn't mean he knows how to USE that power lmao. He doesn't know how to interact with people anymore. he wants to be human again, but all he really knows how to do isâŠtorture people. he's so dumb.
Straight up contradicting canon here but-- Cain feels bad for killing Abel Asking about Abel makes Cain get SUPER uncomfortable and shut down. He doesn't wanna talk about it. He definitely doesn't feel remorse about it. Nope. No remorse here. Abel is DEAD and GONE and good riddance and he DEFINITELY doesn't have lingering issues about it. Fuck you. Rips you apart with chains.
He loves bullying Damien though They have each other's phone numbers for god's sake. Cain sends Damien gore porn of the people he's killed. Those two try to kill each other on a weekly basis. It's normal for them. Yes that is Damien's severed arm on the living room wall. It brings Cain joy. Don't worry about it. Totally normal thing to say to your sibling
Cain and Rire are rivals I think this is basically canon (based on Darqx's gorgeous art and animatics) but I wanna delve into it a bit! They're both incredibly powerful supernatural monsters, but their main difference comes down to this: Rire is lawful evil Cain is chaotic evil Cain kills people for purely selfish reasons: he wants to see human reactions and feel their emotions again. He thinks that causing pain will help him feel human. Rire kills people because its his job to collect souls. He loves his job and has a lot of fun with it, but in the end its still his job.
Cain is much, much older but Rire is way more mature
Cain is more powerful, but can't do much when he's stuck in Tartarus Rire is less powerful but has much more freedom of movement
Cain likes to play the long game, seducing victims with romance before going sadistic on them Rire is a busy demon; he likes to have fun but needs that soul sooner rather than later
Cain plans long elaborate dates because he's bored and reads too many romance novels Rire's plans are short and brutal, he does what he wants and that's it
Cain loves humans and wants to savor their reactions and emotions Rire hates humans and treats them like disposable toys
Cain is more interested in pain than sex, he won't rape a victim unless he really likes them Rire likes sex lmao. its a power rush for him and it feels good I hope my ramblings make sense lol
#boyfriend to death#boyfriendtodeath#btd cain#cain zeitgeist#character analysis#btd rire#lucien rire#headcanons#btd headcanons
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Graves Defragged 2/?
Part two, y'all! Prepare to have your mind blown. Mine was. That is all :) Also keep in mind that this is how I see Graves based on my psych and criminology degree. You all might see and likely see him differently and that's okay! I'm guessing here. I'm not sure if what I'm speculating about Graves is correct.
Here we go! Not proofread :( I'm really, really tired tonight. Triggers for mentions of non-con and torture.
Item 11: Promiscuous sexual behavior = 1
Câmon, Graves is full of himself and narcissistic. He can have anyone he wants. I am hesitant to even give this a 1 given we have no idea what his sex life is like but Iâm familiar with men who have similar personalities and they definitely bed whoever they want. Now, I happen to write Graves as heterosexual because thatâs just how my mind created him (a lot of the story in Long Way from Home and Somewhere Only We Know were taken from some old stories I wrote where Warren Kole played a sheriff who was also a serial killer). But I sure as hell love reading him in all types of relationships!! đ
Look at that man and tell me he and his men donât get around they canât get who they want. Sexy af.
Image credit: Call of Duty Wiki
There is a good (but dark) fic written on Ao3 that involves Graves non-conning a female citizen who happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Given the picture I have of Graves in my mind (heâs a monster!) I wouldnât put it past him. But that's my point of view. Remember my version of Graves is dark, hence the warnings on my darker fics!
And KEEPâŠINâŠMINDâŠhis Shadows or most of his Shadows have no issues with war crimes. Thereâs NO TELLING what his Shadows did to female citizens in the homes they invaded. âč Theyâre nameless and faceless which is part of what makes them so terrifying (theyâre also huge, okay? Maybe in more ways than one).
Item 12: Early behavior problems = 1
This is another tough one. We donât really know anything about his childhood. But based on what we have seen with Graves I wouldnât doubt he at least had issues managing his anger when he was a child/teen. His lack of morality might suggest that itâs something heâs had his whole life. A lack of fear, common in psychopaths, can also lead to early behavior problems because a psychopathâs limbic system is malfunctioning. Itâs not built right. This in turn causes a lot of psychopaths to have no fear. No fear or acknowledgement of danger and certainly no fear of punishments.
This is similar to what we talked about above in the sections about lack of remorse and empathy. Itâs NOT that Graves feels fear and ignores it. He cannot feel fear. His brain is not wired for it.
So letâs say youâre captive with Graves. Swinging at him doesnât work, threatening doesnât work, and actually hitting him only gets him to hit you back hard enough for you to at least lose partial consiousness or balance. If Graves is not afraid of you, not afraid of the repercusions of taking you, what the hell can you do to at least somewhat control his behavior so he at least shows more stable mood and hurts you less?
Positive reinforcement. Rewards. Psychopaths respond to rewards. Positive reinforcement means adding a desired stimulus. OC figured this out in one of my longer fics (although subconsciously) and gave in to sleeping with Graves. As OC became more and more compliant, Gravesâs behavior became less unpredictable and less violent. If she were to act out again in the future, however, he wouldn't hesitate to at least smack OC maybe even in front of their son.
Positive reinforcement, guys and gals! Give Graves little tidbits of obedience and information. Youâll be playing him and he wonât even know it. But Graves is hella good at figuring out hidden agendas/intentions. So when he does (no, not if, when) find out, heâs gonna hurt you.
Negative reinforcement is the removal of an undesirable stimulus. This works with psychopaths but not in the way positive reinforcement does. So you can stop hitting him and calling him names but it wonât work as good as you providing Graves with positive reinforcement.
Remember Graves responds to money! That is a positive reinforcer.
Item 13: Lack of realistic, long-term goals = 0
Here we have another one that does not apply to Graves. Graves shed his Marine skin with a goal in mind. It might have sounded unrealistic but Graves pulled it off. Heâs a billionaire with a PMC staffed with some of the most dangerous men on Earth.
Item 14: Impulsivity = 0
We touched in this earlier when we talked about behavior controls. Graves is meticulous, thorough, detailed, and precise. The big decisions are made with painstaking order/detail. We have talked about (and we can see) that Graves might have issues controlling his actions when he is angry. Piss him off enough and heâll smack you (Whether you are male or female! Remember he was almost giddy when he was about to torture Valeria, a woman), I can almost guarantee it. At the very least. Piss him off enough enough and heâll put you on the floor. Piss him off beyond that, you might have to spend a few nights in a hospital.
But Graves is certainly not impulsive when it comes to big decisions. He didnât get to be a billionaire in charge of his own PMC with contracts left and right by making a habit of being impulsive with important decisions.
Item 15: Irresponsbility = 0
At least in my eyes! You donât get to be where Graves is, as successful as he is being irresponsible. A business as successful as his is not one built on impulsivity nor irresponsibility.
In relation to this, Iâm willing to be a whole paycheck of mine that Graves vets his men better than the FBI.
Image credit: Call of Duty Wiki
These men are so loyal they died for Graves without so much as a second thought while in Las Almas. Remember that I also touched on the fact that their loyalty for Graves goes past humanity and morality. I tried to illustrate this in a fic where Gravesâs men have no issue torturing a female POW.
Look at that they did in Las Almas! They murdered citizens to include women and children. And like I mentioned before, thereâs no telling what those men did when they invaded those homes before they killed their victims.
Graves didnât like the limitations of the Marines. So why would he pick men with those moral limitations? Answer is he wouldnât. Heâd pick men who would do whatever he ordered them to do to whomever he wanted it done to. The only way I could see Graves maybe having some men with some morality is for SAR or search and rescue missions. He certainly does not want his ethically untoward men rescuing someone only to victmize said rescue subject on the ride back to the US.
Yikes.
Item 16: Failure to accept responsibility for own actions = 2
Graves is a pro at this, ainât he? Remember the missle crisis he was indirectly responsible for? Instead of admitting it a whole clusterfuck of consequences cascaded because Graves and Shepherd tried to cover up what theyâd done wrong.
Remember Congress? When Graves said he did not put 141 in danger? But you did, Graves (donât tell him thatâŠhe might try to swing at you)! Your men shot first. Now, yes, Alejandro lunged at Graves. But nonlethal force should be met with nonlethal force. Gravesâs men are loyal to a fault. When someone so much as steps too close to their commander, they shoot to kill.
And of course Las Almas! Those were hardcore war crimes being committed. And like Iâve mentioned before, I wouldnât doubt that Gravesâs men took a few liberties with individuals they found attractive in the homes they invaded. Not everyone might see it like that but remember the actions in Las Almas were meant to intimidate.
Image credit: Dan Allen Gaming on YouTube
And in some of the fics Iâve written where Graves victimizes OC, Graves blames OC for the torture she suffered, telling her that if she had just given him what he wanted to begin with (homing beacon codes to find 141) she wouldnât have suffered at all. Thatâd sheâd have no scars on her body and no mental trauma from what was done to her. He ordered his men to carry all that out and he watched it happen but OC, the victim, is responsible. According to Graves.
I think a lot of people really underestimate how dangerous and cruel Gravesâs men can be. And yet, we Graves/Shadow Company fans have a certain affection for them đ Because to be honest, with all the shady stuff they do, who knows how many times theyâve saved the world. All without getting thanked for it.
Image credit: Shadow Siege Limited on Blizzard Entertainment
Item 17: Many short-term marital relationships = 0
We have no proof Graves has ever been married. It would be somewhat reasonable to conclude that Graves could be involved with quite a few sexual partners. But for marriageâŠwe have absolutely no idea!
Item 18: Juvenile delinquency = 0
And let me tell you why. Graves was in the Marines and some positions in the Marines require a top secret security clearance. Gravesâs involvement in military contracts certainly requires a top secret clearance and perhaps maybe a SCIF clearance. You cannot have any significant juvenile delinquency and be trusted with one of these.
Item 19: Revocation of conditional release = 0
None. He hasnât been arrested (see above for my reasoning for no juvenile arrests). And if he was, Iâd be willing to bet some highups in the military, CIA, and NSA would make his charges disappear.
Item 20: Criminal versitality = 2
Oh boy, if there was one item that described Graves it would be this one! This refers to the variety of criminal activity Graves is involved in. Well, we know heâs involved in some shady contracts that involve taking lives. Heâs a mercenary after all. Technically, what Graves is doing, killing people for money, is illegal. Essentially invading another country and wiping a town off the map is highly illegal. Shooting to kill at 141/SAS is illegal! So not only is he involved in several types of crime but he is involved in crimes across countries, across the world.
With the money he makes, he hires nameless, faceless men with no moral compass who will then do whatever twisted deeds he tells them to and more. He also buys weapons intended to take lives for money, which is, of course, illegal.
Phew! So what does Graves score on the Psychopath Checklist?
A mere 20! The requirement for psychopathy in the US is 30 and in the UK 25.
According to Canadian psychologist Robert Hareâs research (and heâs done a lot) Graves does not quite rise to the level of psychopath. However, remember that we have very limited information. We essentially have no information about Gravesâs childhood or early adulthood other than he enlisted in the Marines. With more information, his score could have gone up, remained the same, but it would not have gone down.
Youâre probably like: ummmmâŠWTF?
And Iâm with you! :D I fully expected for him to at least meet the cutoff! These posts I make are discoveries Iâm making with you. I had no idea he would score so low!
Is Graves a questionable human being? You bet! Would you jump for joy if he showed interest in you (we all would haha)? But for real, heâs dangerous, heâs callous, and he can be really cruel. Just because he does not rise to the level of psychopathy does not mean he lacks remorse or lacks empathy. Those are still very real things that are part of who Graves is. This applies also to his lack of fear and his responsiveness to positive reinforcement.
Gravesâs brain might look a little something like this:
Image credit: Quora (functional MRI or fMRI that takes images as the brain is working and seeing what lights up)
There is a lack of activity in the prefrontal cortex but that activity is not totally absent. Graves might let his emotions get the better of him when heâs one-on-one but overall heâs not impulsive. I'd expect to see a little more activity in his PFC actually. Youâll also see a lack of activity in a part of the brain called the amygdala. That is part of the limbic system, a more primal part of the brain. The amygdala processes negative emotions, which explains while men like Graves do not fear punishment or danger. He will, however, respond to positive reinforcement which increase endorphins, dopamine, and other feel-good neurotransmitters.
You can also see it below! There is high activity in the frontal lobe of the control as well as reasonably high activity in the limbic system. Jim's brain shows a lack of PFC activity as well as a lack of activity deeper in the brain in the limbic system.
Image credit: Rice University, Inside the Brains of Psychopaths
ONE FINAL BUT VERY IMPORTANT NOTE:
Psychopathy DOES NOT equal psychotic. They donât mean close to the same thing. Psychopathy is mainly dictated by a lack of remorse, empathy, and fear. Psychotic means someone who is out of touch with reality. Think hallucinations, delusions, and so on. Psychotic people do not make good criminals. Theyâre sloppy and tend to get caught fairly quickly. A psychopath is super in touch with reality! The pick up on details and cues we do not. They do not feel fear and donât care who they hurt, allowing them to move on with their lives. So if someone says: Graves is psychotic! You can say: ah-ah! Psychopathic :D
Y'all I'm very tired lol I hope you enjoyed. I FUCKIN LOVE talking about this stuff and I can talk about it forever! I can post soooo much more on Graves if y'all are interested :)
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FAIR AND SQUARE âș lhs (TEASER!)
SYNOPSIS âș one thing about lifeâ it's unpredictable. for example, you made a note to yourself about not associating too much with heeseung for your own peace of mind, letting him stay as the academic rival slash classmate that he is, instead of allowing him to be something more, except one thing leads to another and you find yourself face to face with the said man with your feelings all over the place. a lowkey confession leading to a mere competition, let the game begin.
WORD COUNT âș teaser is 0.5k, i'm expecting 10k-15k for the fic
GENRE âș academic rivals / friends to lovers, mutual pinning because they're just competitive and oblivious ft in denial
WARNINGS âș none here i think
NOTE âș me writing another long fic for heeseung but r we surprised? no. im like . 42% into the fic so we hope and pray that i manage to get the whole thing out by the end of next week. send an ask/comment to join the taglist :) oh, and both heeseung and the reader are pursuing for masters in biotechnology ( bioinformatics to be more specific but they're very different ) omg omg also i was rereading this w foreshadow playing and the chorus came in as soon as i reached the end like that's perfect timing yes đ
âi like you,â and so, he lets his feelings win for once, deciding to let his heart take control instead, closing doors to any room for rational thinking like it never existed. âyou said it was about timing, about trying hard enough and having only a few chances, perhaps, just one bullet, and iâm shooting my shot right now. i donât want to remember you as a closed chapter of my life,âÂ
your mind goes blank.
heeseung is someone you planned to stay away from for the rest of your university life. him stepping into your life already costs you a lot, namely: dropping in ranks and losing your infamous title. his actions cost you the time you could use to study, which is actually upon you because you can simply ignore him instead of spending hours on thinking about his how's, when's and what's. heeseung was supposed to be the academic rival slash classmate that he is, instead of allowing him to be something more, but beyond rivalry, feelings, etcetera. you knew the way you felt about him, even though you couldnât be as certain as him, or even to claim you see him the same way he feels about you.
turns out, heeseung has always been sure of certain things in his life.Â
âheeseung, iâmââ
ânot sure? busy? stressed? i know you have a lot of things going on right now. take your time, study for the finals, finish your papers, sort out your own issues and then come back to me. iâll be waiting,â itâs like heâs not only good at studying but also at reading minds, because heeseung seems to have guessed a part of exactly what youâve been thinking. call it timing, jay calls him to get back to practice just a few seconds laterâ a perfect excuse to leave. âlooks like my break is over,âÂ
you sit speechless, watching him walk away like an opportunity that just walked out of your hand. it feels like a slight defeat, like a test you failed when you could've scored better, if not a full score. it's funny because this wasn't a competition, you weren't rejected, more like you rejected him, but it still feels like he has the upper hand. it's funny and equally annoying because heeseung is supposed to be nothing more than just a nobody, somebody you aren't even supposed to spare two thoughts on, but here you are sitting with the guy with your feelings all over the place.Â
âheeseung,â you stand up, your voice making him turn to look at you, both of you ignoring the sight of his teammates standing motionless in their positions, too stunned at your voice reverberating in the almost empty court. âletâs do this: if you manage to stand first in the finals, iâll date you,â
a lowkey confession leading to a mere competition. his lips morph into a smirk, the ones he'd pass you before tests, an open challenge offered directly to you. âand if i donât?â
and you mirror the same smirk back at him, you weren't going to back off simply because it's about the person you possibly have a crush on. âi become just a closed chapter of your life,âÂ
let the game begin.Â
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