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sadakorosee · 2 years ago

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When S/O dropped Donnie's mutagen canister Part 2

Donatello x fem!reader

Recap: s/o dropped Donnie's mutagen canister and he got mad at her for it, which he didn't mean to. now he has to find a way to reconcile with her.

Read Part 1 here

Genre: comedy, fluff ending

Lord, forgive the poor 6'8 foot turtle for being this clueless despite being the brains out of his brothers.

He's a mutant. Just guide him fr. Tell him what to do, the poor thing.

The turtles had no experience interacting with humans - humans are hard to understand in terms of personality, emotions, actions and interests. There's a lot but that was all the author can list down.

When Donnie became the first turtle brother to become intimately involved with a mate, a human, he was so thrilled he went up to Raph's face which pissed off the red masked turtle more. He had to tackle down his braniac brother but it didn't work when Donnie just chuckled like he was 10 years old.

You and Donnie were happily together for 8 months, so there weren't a lot to uncover between their relationship since you were working all week and only visited the lair at night or weekends. You won't likely see them at night since they're either patrolling or fighting off criminals far from their lair.

You both had disagreements but it never escalated to arguments or fights. The mutagen spill was not even close to an argument; it was only Donnie lashing out on you and you were too emotionally exhausted to respond.

'The highway looks good right now' You'd think once a while. (A/N: im sorry i had to. my intrusive thoughts won this round)

Donnie was pacing back and forth in the living room with Mikey sipping on his soda drink watching his smart brother contemplating a plan before going to you. He's just mumbling the possibilities and the outcome in case you reject his forgiveness.

While he racks his brain, Mikey has had enough, throws his paper cup and does the unexpected; smacking Donnie's face and he stopped. Completely.

"Did you just-"

"You can kill me later, D, but while you waste time mumbling gibberish or whatever language you use in that lab, y/n could be dead as we speak."

Raph, who heard the whole conversation, tried to intervene. "Oi, numbnuts. Stop with that crap or you'll make it worse for the idiot."

Donnie's narrowed eyes switched to Raph. "You know, you need to tone down with the nicknames you're giving us. At least come up with a better one." Raph cracked his knuckles but Mikey stepped in between them before it gets worse.

"D, listen, we know how much you love y/n. We love her too. Instead of thinking about what's about to come, why not you start by saying you're sorry to her? All she ever wanted when she came by was you comforting her but Leo did that in your stead. She had a bad day but you made it worse."

It was the first time Mikey ever talks in a serious manner and actually talks with sincerity. No puns, no giggling and not even involving pizza in the conversation.

Leo just finished his self training and found his 2nd and 3rd brothers 'examining' his 4th youngest brother on the medical table. He stood frozen for a while until Mikey yelled out for help which he reacted and jogged to them.

Instead of being serious, Leo watched in amusement. "This better be good."

"Mikey was advising Donnie about what to do for y/n-" Raph started, "-and he didn't even mention pizza. What do we do, Leo? Should we interrogate him?"

Leo faked thinking, tapping his chin. "This sounds serious. We should cut him open. Donnie?"

"All ready." Donnie took out all equipments including a saw and Mikey screamed bloody murder.

"Master Splinter!!" Mikey cried, legs waving about.

Instead of running to their direction, Splinter worked on his Japanese plants and casually smells them. "Play nice, boys." he said without concern for the chaos that's happening.

"Noooo." Mikey basically whimpered by their jokes have gone too far. They all just laughed around the youngest and when they're satisfied, they released him. "Not cool, guys. I was only trying to help. When you held me down like that, I called for reinforcements."

"Oh, who? Ice-cream kitty?" Raph laughed, earnings high-3s from the others. (A/N: just using some characters from 2012 universe)

"Mikey, are you alright?!" Your voice boomed the lair, your untied hair flying around as you ran inside the lair.

You stopped to catch your breath and Donnie's attention turned to you, his beautiful mate. You were dressed casually in joggers, black tank top and an oversized plaid shirt. Your clavicular area was covered in sweat, which says you were running to the lair from Mikey's distressed call.

"y/n," Donnie swallowed. You had long forgotten about what happened and turned to him.

"Hey," you breathed out. "Is your brother okay? Is he hurt?"

"He's fine," Raph answered instead. "We were just messing around."

"You strapped me to the table! That's animal abuse!"

"Oh, you gotta be kidding me!"

Donnie trailed towards you, his eyes looking up at yours since you were on the higher steps of the stairs. "I-I missed you, honey."

You coo'd at the nickname he always calls you and hold his face in your hands. Your noses touched. "I missed you more, munchkin."

He pulled your form into his and dug his face in your neck. "I'm sorry for pushing away when you needed me the most. I was selfish, uptight, and stupid. You're the love of my life and I will never push you away like that again," he sneak a small peck near your collarbone. "Please forgive me." His voice cracks.

"I hate you," that made Donnie's heart stopped for a moment. He was about to pull away to look at you but you pushed his head back and his ears landed where your heart beat was. "I hate that you don't come to me when you had a rough day and kept it bottled up inside. I hate you for trying to solve everything and when it didn't go your way, you beat yourself up for it. I want to hate you but I imagined life without you.. God. I cried everyday thinking you hate me for dropping that mutagen canister."

He felt your hug tigtens and when you sniffed, he forcefully pulled away and saw you crying.

"I hate myself for doing this to you," he wiped away the tears gently from your eyes. "If there's anything I can do, tell me. I'll gladly perform seppuku for you."

All brothers interjected at the same time. You turned to them confused.

"What's a--"

"Donnie!" Leo barked and covered your ears. "Are you insane?! If you do that, who's going to hold her?"

Donnie facepalmed. "Right."

Leo uncovered your ears and it just confuse you even more. "Seriously, what's a--"

"Doesn't matter, honey." Donnie kissed your lips, which you responded immediately, his hands went under your shirt touching your skin. He pulled away and flashed his smile which you missed most.

"I love you. Forever and always."

#tmnt donatello #tmnt donnie x reader #fluff #comedy #tmnt fluff #tmnt masterlist #tmnt bayverse x reader #tmnt mikey #tmnt leonardo #tmnt raph

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atranswomansdiary · 5 months ago

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Day 156

November 8, 2020

“Dies ist der Morgen danach Und meine Seele liegt brach Dies ist der Morgen danach Ein neuer Tag beginnt Und meine Zeit verrint”

So, yeah: it is the morning after.

Things went well, I guess? Not as I expected at all but, in retrospect, I don’t know what the fuck was I thinking about when I imagined things going, let’s put it this way, “smoothly” when it is about things that concern me.

First things first: of course that one of my siblings forgot what I had asked and fucking missed the family meeting! She was kind of apologetic, saying that she really, absolutely had to meet with her boyfriend this very day, but it was still a shitty thing to do, in my opinion. If someone who never does so asks you, explicitly and ahead of time, to please be present for something, I think the least you can do is either commit to it or say outright that you won’t be there. I imagine that she didn’t want to be there because she didn’t want to be part of the family drama? I don’t know and, to be honest, I don’t think it really matters. I don’t think her presence would’ve changed the outcome or the others' reactions.

When I found out about them not being there, I had to make a decision. Either I canceled the whole thing or I moved forward. I decided to be respectful to my other sisters (and to my parents) and just go ahead with the thing.

We ate some lunch, had some chit-chat, and then the time came for me to open up and tell them the reason for the family meeting. Instead of going for some kind of preface or explanation, I chose to go for the Aristotelian line of reasoning. In other words: I started with the conclusion.

So I told them what I had told my (remaining and former) friends: “I’m considering transitioning”.

Let’s start with the positive stuff. My younger sister’s reaction was almost everything I could have hoped for. She asked me the usual questions—”Are you sure? Have you considered whether you're just gay?” Etc.—and, once I reassured them that yes, I was sure of at least considering the possibility, she seemed to be onboard. No drama there—at least not for now.

Speaking of drama: my dad cried. Like a lot. And he never cries. It shocked me and it really threw me off, but it was at least an emotional reaction, and he said it was because he was imagining my suffering. Of course I cried during this part as well. And if that had been all, if this was the full report, I’d say that it went OK. Could’ve been better, but it could’ve been way worse too.

And then we come to the subject of my mom.

Being completely transparent here, this was the reaction that matter to me the most. Not because I love her more than my dad or my sisters, but because she’s the one I have the closest relationship with. We talk almost every day over the phone and we have long conversations. She genuinely cares for me and my well-being, and does everything in her power to help me. She sends me frozen meals cooked by her, she washes my clothes (and sometimes irons them, against my protestations), and is all around just there for me, you know?

And she’s also, in her own words, a Roman Catholic. And a traditionalist and all around conservative. She’s the type of person that complains that life was better before… And she actually means it. She’s not a homophobe, but seeing two homosexuals displaying any signs of affection makes her squirm. She doesn’t practice her religion much… But you wouldn’t know it by listening to her. She is, all in all, a proper baby boomer with a pension that’s a misery but who still thinks that capitalism and our overall system are as good as it's ever going to get.

So now you understand why her reaction was so important to me—and why I dreaded it so much.

I was thinking the other day, trying to see if my memories could help me foresee her reaction… And the results were not great.

I remember two instances where she and I didn’t agree on important issues and it became a problem. The first was about religion—of course! We had many arguments back in the day, when I was young and stupid (I’m no longer young, thank you very much). At one point, it got so bad that I used to either work all weekend or escape to my grandparents’ or a friend’s house in order to avoid arguing with her.

The second time I recall was the time when I told her that I had decided to study philosophy once I was finished with high school. I don’t know why, but she lost it. This time we didn’t argue so much as she just stopped talking to me and looked at me like I had a disease or something for days.

In both instances, things only got better when I gave in. I just stopped saying out loud what I though about religion at home. I kept my ideas in general to myself and to whoever wanted to listen to me. And I didn’t study philosophy after high school.

Come to think of it, there’s another very important thing my mom and I have never agreed upon… And this is the only instance I can think of in which I’ve gone directly against her wishes. My mom doesn’t really like that I’m a writer. She never has. She never asks about it, nor has she never expressed any words of support for me regarding it. In fact, she always asks, “when are you going to get a real job?” whenever she can. And I’ve been pretty serious about writing (at least as much as an asshole like me can be about anything) for the past… Decade? Whoa! Times flies away indeed.

And yet, in spite of her lack of support and constant sabotage, I haven’t given in. And every time she’s been happy because I got a “real job” in the past ten years, for one reason or another, I’ve felt myself dying a little inside.

You can tell I’m delaying the inevitable, can’t you?

So, what happened? Nothing awful. At least not dramatically awful or anything like that. She didn’t disavow of me or ask me to leave, no. She just stood there, by my side, looking straight ahead (and perhaps avoiding looking at me?) and didn’t say a single thing. Not one word came out of her mouth. She didn’t cry like my dad nor asked questions like my sister. She just stood there, stone-faced and seemingly in shock. She said something about it being “my life” and “my business” (or something to that effect) and then avoid talking about it for the rest of the evening.

A part of me wants to believe that she’ll change her attitude regarding this, that maybe one day she’ll say that it’s OK, that she loves me and she’ll embrace me and say something like “I love you just the way you are. I always have and I always will.” Yeah, well, I didn’t say that I was a good writer.

Another part of me, the more cynical or realistic one, tells me that no, that this is it. That I have to continue forward and make my decision—whether to transition or not—regardless of my mom’s support… Or lack thereof. That a decision as important as this one can only be made from my center, from whatever makes me me. That it cannot depend on external approval of any kind, my mom’s included.

So here I am, the morning after, wondering whether this’ll be like religion or me studying philosophy… Or like being a writer. This is perhaps the greatest, cruelest test to my incipient transness. Will I go forward or will I go back? Can I? Today, I don’t know. Maybe tomorrow. Definitely, one day, I hope I will know for sure.

Until then, with love,

#dear diary #journal entry #queer #trans #trans woman #transfem #transgender #transgirl #lgbtqia

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dxncingwithastrxnger · 2 years ago

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9. interlude: possibilities

A/N: Chapter 9 and the third interlude of this story!! Most of the chapters after this will be quite a bit longer than the others, I think, so I apologize if they take a bit longer to get out than usual, but I’ll still try my best to get them out as soon as I can!! I really enjoy writing these little snippets, they’re really fun, tbh, so I hope you guys like them, too. Not much to say in my little note right now, so onto the chapter!!

Pairing(s): Tristan x Lancelot (kinda)

Summary: It’s not always our fault if we choose the wrong possibility. Sometimes, it’s the only one we’re able to make. Even if it means you take one step back instead of one step forward.

Tag(s): Breaking and entering (mention), breakdown

Song Inspiration: N/A

Word Count: 796

Not beta’d, all mistakes are my own.

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[Series Masterlist]

[Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] [Chapter 5] [Chapter 6] [Chapter 7] [Chapter 8] [Chapter 9]

[Read on AO3]

[Author Masterlist]

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They say the world is full of possibilities. Anything can happen, anything is possible, nothing is impossible. Is the teacher going to give a pop quiz or announce a new project? Is dinner going to be turkey or chicken? Is that present going to be a new book or a new lego set? Some possibilities are connected to your own choices, but most of them aren't. Most of them are provided without anyone's say but that of the universe itself. There are those who claim it's unfair and try to force their own possibilities. People try to force control where there can be none. And in doing so, they actually push themselves farther away from the possibilities they want so much in the end.

Then there are some people who aren't even aware that they have possibilities in the first place. Some people just see one possible choice, one possible outcome, and nothing more, when maybe there's actually four or five of them. And when they choose the wrong possibility, they feel guilt, as if they did something wrong. At times it is, for those so blinded by their own mind that they aren't allowing themselves to see what's right there. And for others, it's the opposite, other people blocking their view or the path they've led up until that point not allowing the other possibilities to even be visible in the first place. The man frantically searching the dark house he had forced his way into is experiencing the latter.

"Tris!? Tristan!?" The blonde-haired man cries out for another. Around another corner. Back up the basement stairs. Through the kitchen once more. Up to the second floor. He's quickly dissolving into hysterics, despite how much he's trying not to. The two women in the house with him, waiting by the door, exchange looks of deep worry and concern. A hint of sadness to them both, slouched shoulders and dull eyes.

The blonde goes through every single room in the house, every single floor. He looks in each closet, in each cupboard, just in case. He presses at the walls and moves every bookcase as if expecting some secret door to be at each one. His breathing is quick and heavy, way faster than it should be, but he can't find it in himself to care. The women gasp as he throws a fist at the wall with an angry shout at the one who's caused his despair. The one who took his love away.

A sob escapes his throat and he falls back against the now broken wall, sliding to the floor as he curls in on himself. The pinkette and bluette move to his sides immediately, hoping to provide whatever comfort they can, even though they know it won't really help the man. He breaks down. Fully and completely breaks down. He's sure he's not done so in over a decade. He breaks down because the house is empty. In fact, the whole place is covered in a thin layer of dust, as if no one had been in it for weeks before they'd came and disturbed it. And he knows for certain now that he cannot live without the man he's lost. It's...impossible. How could he ever be without a person when it hurts this much to be? Or, a better question, how is it even possible to be this attached to one single person? How can someone, after just months of being in his life, carve such a large place for themselves inside his heart?

He knows now, without question, that he is in love with the man. It's the only explanation for how much pain he's in, as if his ribcage is being forced open and with every snap of bone, he's sinking deeper and deeper into dark, cold waters. And he has no idea if the snapping will ever stop or if it'll just continue until a hand can wrap around his heart and squeeze, stealing his entire life away from him. The man has no idea if he'll ever find his love again. Because this house is the only possibility he knows of. He doesn't know about the large weapon of a house hiding away in the middle of the woods. He doesn't know about the dark, soundless room or anything around it. He doesn't know that there's another possibility just hours away from him. Because his path never allowed him to. And now, because of that, all he can do is sit and cry in this barren living space, hoping that the man will return to him one day.

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A/N: What do you guys think?? Everything’s gonna start connecting together real soon!! Lemme know your thoughts on this chapter!!

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Tag(s):

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@toryhis

[Lemme know if you'd like to be added to the taglist for this series and any other stories relating to it!!!]

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doomednarrative · 9 months ago

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My bestie @catgirladjacent tagged me in a little "20 questions for fic writers" ask game so :3

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

12 currently

2. What is your AO3 wordcount?

29,178. I mostly write one shots lol

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently I have on my ao3 published fics for FFXIV, Pathologic, Resident Evil, Borderlands and Gotham Rogues. I don't really actively write for any of those except FFXIV and Resident Evil these days however, along with various Kamen Rider shows and some BG3 stuff.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

God this is gonna make me cringe cause it's all older stuff I don't like as much anymore lol except for the RE ones

Help Me, Heal Me - 191 kudos

I Think She Knew Everything You Are - 196 kudos (nice)

He Always Held Him When He Cried - 98 kudos

No Sleep - 93 kudos

You Are Yourself - 77 kudos

5. Do you respond to comments?

Usually yeah. I rarely get them so it's nice to see when people do actually leave them

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Surprisingly as much as I Love writing angst, none of my published fics actually really end on an angsty note. The closest would have to be "Doing Your Best (And Still Failing)" because it was written about my WoL A'cera after losing his first fight with Zenos during Stormblood, so it's a bunch of his raw emotions from the encounter.

7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Probably "Just Exhale", which is my personal take on the end of the MSQ for Endwalker with my WoL Alyx after they land back in the Ragnarok following the encounter with Meteion.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Nope, never have

9. Do you write smut? If so, which kind?

Only in my rp's with Tibby lol, or Occasionally something that won't ever get published that's just for myself. Usually it's oc/canon stuff that's just self indulgent for the sake of it ~

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest crossover you’ve ever written?

No lol it takes a Lot for me to enjoy crossovers unless it concerns toku stuff since those actually happen in canon

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nope

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I know of

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Hmm sort of? I hash out ideas with friends sometimes but I do all the actual writing for anything I publish myself

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

If we wanna go solely by what I've actually Published? Hades/Hythlodaeus/Azem or Wol, I really like writing my personally FFXIV stuff when I'm in the mood. If we wanna go off of unfinished wips by number tho? Hoffstrahm and Chreon by a fuckin mile, those two fucked my brain up for long spans of time

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

There's a few honestly:

"Kiss me baby with your hapsburg lip," one of my many Hoffstrahm wips in my au verse shared with Tibby about Peter having to sew up Mark's face after the bear trap incident, only in this au it's much more comedy than horror

I have at least 5 different Hellhopper fics in my drafts, I would like to finish ONE of them at least someday

My fuckin multichapter Hotline Miami BikerJacket fic aughhh. I havent given up hope with it for how much of it I actually do have plotted out but god it'd take so long to write

I have a whole little various connected one shot series I was working on as a fix it series to the OOO 10th vcine, would love to finish them but I would have to rewatch OOO to pick the character voice back up for it

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue, it's the thing everyone always points out to me that they enjoy in my writing and it's usually always the starting point for my fics

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Prose lol. I struggle so hard sometimes with connecting scenes and describing whats happening when people aren't actively speaking. I've gotten better at it but it took a lot of conscious effort to learn it

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I rarely do it, most things I write are in my native language media already, but whenever I do it I usually just italicize it, write it in English and make mention of the language switch in the paragraph somewhere so the reader knows it's happened

19. First fandom you wrote for?

DRAGON BALL Z BABEYYY I'm not ashamed of that I still love DBZ so much. I was so shameless and wrote my own oc to be Vegeta's cousin in one of my first fics and I had fun doing it. They've long since been deleted, not because I Wanted to do so but for other reasons I don't feel like going into rn.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

"Help Me, Heal Me" by far out of my published ones. It's my most solid out of them and I feel like I really nailed Chris and Leon's dynamic well in it, it's the one I'm most proud of ~

Hrmm let's see, I think I'll tag @silenthillmutual, @lunar-gl1tch, @skajador @adrianicsea and @stickers-on-a-laptop for this one ~

#as always answer only if you want to dont feel obligated ~#yall are just my writer friends so you came to mind first #tag game

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themichaelvan · 2 years ago

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tagged by @changingcore / 15 questions for 15 mutuals (oh fuck do i even have that many)

are you named after anyone? - birth name, nope. does it count if i got my chosen name from a fictional character??

when was the last time you cried? - this morning!! nothing 2 be concerned about i got woken up by the fire alarm (also nothing to be concerned about it just needs the battery replaced) and was so tired & upset i started crying, which happens. more often than i would like. hm. maybe i named myself after the wrong afton kid

do you have kids? - nope!! i do like interacting with them though but only like 3 max at a time JFJRJFNG

do you use sarcasm a lot? - irl yes, online only sparingly. & i make it very exaggerated not usually deadpanned or anything so people can Tell (which of course nobody needs except for Me but i digress)

what sports do you play/have played? - did soccer when i was a little kid (Hated It), was on a swim team for a while, and did marching band for the longest (which is my favorite and yes it counts as a sport and you cannot say it doesn't until you've been in marching band. cunt)

what's the first thing you notice about other people? - typically clothes and then hair! i have a relatively mild (but still pretty bad compared to ppl without it) case of face-blindness, and i CANNOT tell people apart by their faces at all unless they have smth like a bunch of facial piercings or a scar or smth Noticable so i tend to look at other things first.

eye colour? - ??? hazel-brown ??? no idea tbh but at least partially brown

scary movies or happy endings? - HAPPY ENDINGS. i am soso scared of scary movies i will gladly watch the little prince for the 60th time. Alternate Universe - Everybody Lives / Nobody Dies is one of my favorite tags on ao3.

any special talents? - ? What does this mean. i guess proofreading/editing?? i have always LOVED doing it and i just. naturally keep track of all the Language Rules and enjoy using them. the autism kicking in i suppose. and yes it does count as a special talent actually you would not BELIEVE how many candies i got in 5th grade from ppl bribing me to read over their essays.

where were you born? - arizona/usa. same town as my mom actually (despite her moving like 7 times in between her birth and mine)

what are your hobbies? - listen to music and pace around my room until i pass out. and painting, writing, drawing, various other arts n crafts, guitar, percussion when i have the chance (rn i only have a practice pad :|), and mobile games of heavily varying quality.

do you have any pets? - not atm but i used to have two cats (both still alive just in different household) that i still consider my little kitties :] i have 150+ pictures of them on my phone if you ever need cats i Got you

how tall are you? - 5'11" now!!! was hovering around 5'7"-8" for the longest time but i recently had a growth spurt and now im only the SECOND shortest in my family (out of six)

favourite subject in school? - by the material probably math! it is sometimes difficult for me to get a concept but once i do it's Easy. i also do have an advantage (parent has math degree and is good at explaining) but i try and make up for it by helping everyone else as much as i can jfjdndjf. by the Class def band/music class if that counts. both of my music teachers have been both very scary yet very nice to me and i loved their classes so so much and i extremely enjoy playing instruments with other people (when they behave)

dream job? - sorting pokemon cards in a comfortable chair as a day job with a 4 day workweek, being a freelance renowned fiction editor on my own time, with occasional music-related gigs (tutoring, repairing stuff, playing in concerts, etc). i give you no shit if i could do that for the rest of my life and get paid well enough to live on my own or with roommates i like, have a cat, and have enough time and energy to homecook a meal 3-4 nights a week i would be so happy. that's all i want in life. "oh you would get bored doing the same thing day in day out" no i wouldn't "how" autism.

tags: @irradiatedblood @schmope-is-dead @sapphireclaw @bmo-2143 @pokette @soldiertransgender @astral--horrorshow @catnerdenby @unrestrainedbalderdash @buggiboo @lunar-anomaly @altruisticmystik @syntacticerrortxt @catlokis-blog @rosesareredjaybirdsareblue . okay. okay i think that's 15. im pretty sure. jegus.

#chatter #tag game #as usual no pressure and lmk if you don't want to be tagged in things like this!!!#terrence. if u r seeing this. i am so sorry this took insanely long JGJFJJSKFMMGJT #i realize i did not have to do it but i DID .!!!!!!! it's been in my drafts forever ive been slowly chipping at it

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lou-got-lost · 28 days ago

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Lu's Childhood

(The only discord server about blosc that i'm in is shutting down soon, so to preserve the brainrot i invested in there, i'mma post a few of those in here,,-)

Lu used to be your classic child full of dreams and determination, she wanted to be a space ranger ever since she learned that fighting villains was actually a genuine job you can have, running around in a fake cardboard space suit she made herself and playing space rangers with her (ex-)best friend Kimi. Aside from that, she was always at her best friend’s house than at her home since her parents were,, "artifact finders", but she always knew that they were really stealing old stuff to make a fortune reselling those, she wasn’t that gullible when it came to that but Lu never really minded as like any kid her age,, she cared more about play time than quality family time.

Her parents weren’t bad people though, they did love their only daughter deeply but their job seemed to sometimes be more urgent to deal with,, So in the end, she never got attached to them emotionally, hence why she never really cried alot when they were caught in an accidental explosion during one failed heist, she was freshly 12 yrs old by that time and spent the next 4 years living in her best friend’s house, just moving along without worrying too much,, as her plan was to get into the Space Ranger Academy by her 16th birthday,, which wouldn’t really happen like she wanted,,

Personality-wise, Lu used to be alot more loud and rowdy than you’d expect a scrawny little girl to be, but she was truly a menace to people around her if left without supervision, such as getting onto the rooftop of a neighbor’s house to simulate training on a high building. Has she fallen off once and started bleeding from the head but was brightly smiling at concerned people as if she was totally fine ? Yes,, yes, she did and no amount of scolding seemed to deter her from continuing to live on the edge.

Though, there was one thing that could keep her still and it was music, she loved listening to music, any upbeat kind that would get her to sit on the couch or the floor while bopping her head up and down or tapping her feet rhythmically on the floor. That and,, robots, she was fascinated by those "living" things made of metal that could talk, think and move on its own, she’d tried to make her own robot, but a robot without its internal circuits would just be a metallic toy, she adored MR-8 dearly nonetheless,,

#blosc oc #lu stargaze #buzz lightyear of star command #blosc #actual brainrot in full display-#Did i mention she was a mess ?- /hj

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soda-boots · 1 year ago

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Moths surround me, thought they'd drown me

This is a slightly concerning and definitely incomplete recount of yesterday (the 20th).

So post Passages, I have breakfast yada yada yada. Meet this girl named Antonia (we have breakfast and then dinner together actually with her friends Jessie and Islay). I go on the stand for xpression for a few hours and then go on the cinema crawl with the other committee. Meet some interesting people on there actually (most notably Lachlan). However before that I go to Rituals to see where Mo works and end up buying a 37 quid umbrella. Its a gorgeous umbrella and it better hold up. I rush back to my flat for my meeting with Jason and I think it goes quite well. I have dinner after and come back to my flat. I finally have the fantastic idea to go to the club... alone. I've never done it before and it's something I've always wanted to give a go. It's not like Jack and Haleemah are turning up at the club anytime soon and no one has ever invited me to join their group before (as far as I recall). I do try my best to be adventurous and this just me exercising that. I promenade to the shop to buy 2 bottles of cider and a can of pimm's. Downing one bottle and the can, while listening to Songs for You, I'm trying to hype myself up for this event.

I try inviting Lachlan to the club, but he can't make it (fair enough). Good even, this is a private event for me. The night starts to blur a little from here (but I can still remember pretty much all of it). I speak to Ellis about coffee or something and how coffee/alcohol makes me sleepy. An hour and a half before vaults opens to help the timeline. This is 7:27pm now.I talk about violet from Charlie and the chocolate factory I think at around 8

Going through messages to recount events is so funny lol. I listen to 'dem boy paigon' to hype myself up' and I believe I leave my flat say 8:40 pm -ish. I'm baskily power walking through these streets, no headphones on (I considered not even bringing my phone to stay fully immersed but I disregarded that whole ideology).

I walk by a bunch of people also going to town. These group of friends all walking and laughing together. At the time, I was so unphased by the juxtaposition of me alone and them in a bevy. It didn't matter, I was determined to have fun. {here begins ramblings from my notes app about how I'm feeling, what I'm hearing and seeing and comments from me}

‘We’re walking at gay speed “

This was so funny and initiated the whole idea

I wonder if it’s actually this cold or the alcohol has warmed up my body in some way

It didn't feel as cold at first, but then again I was definitely tipsy, if not flat out drunk at this point. I felt quite warm in my chest actually

Speed feels a bit weird. I’m kind of dizzy, like in an odd state of vertigo . I should have worn my glasses because I why is verything a little bit more blurry

I actually forgot that I felt like this. Time seemed to be moving very quickly at first. Like I was just racing through the streets. Everything had a slight blur filter on it and I was a bit dizzy. It was a strange feeling to be concurrently aware and so distinctly detached in this way.

I walk down the street towards the vaults and why do I start to sing 'mystery of love in my head'

Bounded by the time I cried ! I built your walls around me . White noise what an awful sound. Fluttering by rouge rivers. Feel my feet upon your the ground . Shall I find no other. oh woe is me

For context, I'm struggling to type accurately (I know I'm sobering up when I can do it better again later in the night)

The walk felt like nothing

It did feel strangely quick.

It’s closed (the vaults) . That’s so sad (one that it is closed and two that I got here while it was closed )

Of course in my eagerness, I get to the club while it's closed and now what do I do ? Go to another club (I'm determined !!!)

I just met Edward and his mum from film soc. I wonder how the interaction was from their end.

I stumbled back when I stop to speak to them. Edward is so nice and his mum seemed lovely. As I mentioned I wonder how that interaction was from their end. His mum had a strange but friendly expression on her face (she goes back to Belgium today).

Moving on, I see Rhys at some point (and I think it was around here. I also see Mo at some time while I’m on the cobbled streets near vaults but that’s earlier than this I think ). I trudge to Zinc and it's closed for a social !

I went to zinc and they were having a Taylor Swift Soc event. They’re playing all to well (10 minute version) that’s so cute . I think it’s Taylor Swift society . I don’t think it’s Taylor society because they started playing paint the town red by Doja cat

I'm out of it at this point. The see-sawing between whether it is Taylor swift society or not. I was a bit upset that I couldn't go to Zinc (but I just walked towards fever) because they were playing music I liked. I love how looking back I kept asking the bouncers, how I could buy a ticket and they so nicely and attentively answered me. I must have so clearly looked clueless. I couldn't get into fever too till about 10 and I just left .

Timeline update - 9:27

I tell Ellis I might go home. He suggests I go to a pub, and so I do

Don’t dwell on your feelings too much if not you will cry !

I'm quite emotional it seems.

Have you ever had a krispy kreme? Was it crispy (context - I saw a Krispy Kreme van )

I'm walking back to vaults here and I can't find it again, but notice bar named Pixy's. I read the board and walk by some guy who acknowledges me and I walk past. I get a bit lost and then walk back to Pixy's. I go in and the guy from earlier kind of jogs and he's the bartender. How hipster of him lol. I have no idea what I want and say that to him. He asks what I don't like, I say lemon because I don't really know (in actuality, I do enjoy lemon flavoured things). He makes this drink with watermelon and thyme vodka, lime cordial and apple Frobisher, and it tastes so good ! He says if I don't like it I don't have to pay for it (ok sales man). I did pay for it. I probably would have lied and said I liked it regardless of how I actually felt. He put in all that effort to try and impress me (ehhh did he?)

I went to a bar called Pixy’s and I got this thing made with watermelon and thyme vodka and then like cordial and a apple and something Frobisher

I sit and have my drink and every move I make has so much more weight to it.

Every movement feels exaggerated . Like with each sway, the strength grows more and more

I’m definitely less coherent than I think I am

Oh I’ve tried vodka now ( kind of)

There's a group of ladies having a great time in front of me. Once again the juxtaposition of them in their gaggle (but oddly I don't think about that at the time). I actually look back now thinking oh I actually had a fun time. I leave Pixy's and pass a bar called 'The Mermaid'. Just like with Pixy's I circle back to it very soon after and go in. I hoped I didn't fall down the stairs down into it. I go in and the art is very 'art nouveau' and the decor so heavily influenced by Art Deco. It was a shame there wasn't any have music playing. The walls were dark green. There were some geometric features within it.

I go to the bar and the man hands me their menu. Scanning it I notice a negroni and other things I recognise some other drinks. However, I loved the names of their mock tails more so I order one.

I went to a bar called the mermaid and ordered the rejuvenation. It has tomato and pineapple juice . Such a weird tasting drink. So tangy. The taste of tomato is highly present. Very acidic

While he makes my drink, drink I have a chat with the bartenders. They ask why I'm out and I'm like I've never been to a club and none of my friends have really been interested so I'm doing it myself. The lady bartender seemed quite proud of me. the guy making the drink mentions it's a weird one unless you like tomato juice. I get my drink and sit in the corner and sip on my strange drink. It tasted nice as far as I can recall. I sit down and I'm texting people, Max (I see his new haircut) and Ellis (who is baking a bread). I might have texted Haleemah too. I hear a cuckoo clock ...

The cuckoo clockification of my mind

There’s a really large plant here at the mermaid. I’m texting haleemah, max and Ellis. I texted Louise earlier

The bartender compliments my jumper when I leave. The irony of me going to a bars named pixy and mermaid when I do a fantasy creature show isn't lost on me. I finally get into the vaults and of course I am one of two people there. Addendum: I text Louise before I leave my flat, while I'm pre-ing and when I first get to the vaults and it's closed

Help why did the dj at vaults start playing started at the bottom at vaults . The dj started playing burna boy

Did I really offer the money back to the vaults workers after they forgot lol. The other guy in here (Andy) introduced himself

I’m trying so hard to manufacture this fun night and I’m failing a bit miserably. The workers are in beanies and that’s really cute. I feel very uncomfortable when Andy comes around me

They weren't wearing beanies, it was bucket hats. Andy is rather odd. He is quite tall and imposing and dwarves me, it doesn't help how close he keeps coming towards me. He seems to be having a lovely time on his own though. In a way maybe I should be more like him and let go. He's also here alone (like I am) but I would hope I don't come off that odd (now I have the implicit fear that I do). I leave and go off to the cathedral.

I’m at Exeter cathedral now. Why do I rely on religion so luck for some form of wholeness ?

It's that catholic school and religious family conditioning. I listen to 'goldwing' by Billie Eilish and walk around the cathedral; Examining the sculptures on the facade. I recite the Lord's Prayer and a Hail Mary (which I had to look up because I never formally learned it). I read the quotes/etchings on the floor around the cathedral and in a weird way they bring me comfort.

"Oh God give me of thy fullness

Thy surrounding and

thy peace"

It's attributed to traditional Celtic. I also view the monuments around and try to open some doors. It's 11 now. I know this because the church bells ring ( I never knew we had a church bells and it rang !)

I never knew Exeter had a church bell. That’s adorable and quite gothic.

Oh wow not Francis not noticing me . Uhh my god

Francis is my old flatmate for context. I basically had to chase him to talk to him. I also noticed Jack B from the radio

Why does everyone wear such dark clothing at night.

Contrasting my bright yellow jumper

Such a long queue at fever. It’s actually a bit cute how long it is

I think it’s quite cute how long it is, it might be time to call it a night. I’m so over this whole thing

I love how u still hold the vindication against America. In actually I did try and I did not enjoy. I did not like the whole night thing: I’m not saying I won’t reattempt but for a while. The club may just not be for me .

Of course I heard an American accent and got war flashbacks.

I leave fever and go back to vaults (for clarification this is the second time I will be inside ) and got to go right in since I got branded (stamped) with a pass.

Oh there are more people at the vaults now.

Andy just keeps saying the most random things to me. “ I ain’t fucking racist “ the bartender even asked if I was ok . Andy if you need to start your sentence that way you’ve already missed it He seems a bit nice. I might be sobering up because I’m sobering up and feel more coherent (also I’m typing a lot better) .

Why do I struggle so hard to villainise people? The bartender gestures towards me asking if I'm alright (nice of him I guess). I leave Vaults again. I leave vaults to join the queue at fever under the thought process that the line there will be more lively than this dead club.

People are so nice and caring here. Someone asked me if I was alright .

This occurs on the street for clarification.

I join the queue for fever and eventually end up talking to the people infront of me. They tell me I look 19/20. I literally turned 18 3 months ago. Can I just go a night without being ferociously humbled ??? Can I ? They were lovely however. Even offering to pay for my entry since I had no cash. I left soon after that

In a weird way it was contemplative. I’ve reached the point where I’m detaching my feelings and externalising them. I truly abhor drunken patter.

I want to listen to seether by veruca salt .

Can’t fight the seether. I can see her till I’m foaming at the mouth.

For the final time I am back at vaults and it's finally lively.

I left fever and now I’m back the vaults . There a lot more people here and I still feel a bit more out of place: maybe it’s the music . The heart palpitation induced by this bass is simultaneously awful and glorious . They literally recognised me at the door. A guy literally said I was the second customer . I’m a bit sick from that lol . This haze / smoke smells so odd

I know every song this dj is playing. He’s so cheesy .

There was a weird amount of older people there and it was a bit odd. Not be ageist or anything (my ageism is showing). I tell a guy happy birthday because he's wearing a party hat and dance a little with this group of first years

And I actually began to enjoy myself it felt nice and fun . I kept locking eyes with people which was slightly disconcerting by oh well. The haze started to pick on and the lights flashed more aggressively and with party in the USA blaring in the back I finally left for home at 1:30-sh my first time clubbing was not bad at all. While I wish it was smoother. beggars can’t choose.

BBQ SOCIETY !!!

I hear someone scream that from firehouse while I walk back home. I love how it is still lively.

I think u try so hard to be interesting and fun and worthy of affection. A lot of the time I don’t notice but I think I might just be too insecure to truly be my own person in a way that I’m happy with. Sure I get glimpses of that every now and again but ok the whole I don’t think I'm that confident enough to to truly exude it . To actually go out and be

The come down lol. I think I'm saying here that I try to do all these things to make myself feel interesting and fun so I can come across that way to other people. I have the fear that I'm just so uninteresting.

Met Chris , Connor and will at the bottom of block d. They were so nice and fun. I'm going to go off to bed

We had a little conversation and my night ended like that.Chris, Connor and Will (and one more other person actually but he went of earlier ) are guys that live in the first floor of my building that I met when I got home. They seemed like fun, nice guys. Chris had a rather sad speech about him justifying racism he had received when he was younger (he’s from Singapore). I don’t think racism should ever be rationalised. For context, it was a child being racist to him (so he definitely picked that up around) which is so disheartening. Even thinking about it now (about 12 hours later makes me feel ill) .

I will fix any grammar errors later but that's it really

#journal #clubbing #Wednesday #university

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forest-dwelling-abomination · 6 months ago

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So I have quite a few different headcanons for the games so I’m just gonna list off some of the more general ones and the ones for the first game (mostly?). Some of them are implied or kind of hinted at, others not.

(Most, if not all, of these can work for either Katie or Nate but since I play as Nate that is what I’ll be writing)

1. A lot more time passes between the games than it does in canon; there’s almost a year between the yokai elevator getting sealed and the yokai returning so Nate is like 12 during the infinite inferno debacle.

2. Lucas and the yokai watch went with the other yokai when the elevator sealed but the medalium and the medals within did not. Nate takes to carrying the medallium around with him in his school bag as a keepsake of sorts, he takes it out sometimes just to stare at the medals.

3. Nate cried immediately after the yokai left as he sat admiring the cherry blossoms. He spent the coming weeks just subconsciously looking for any sign of yokai meddling or his friends just to be reminded that they weren’t there anymore.

4. Nate actually starts seeing and sensing yokai on his own very early on but it’s only like a vague silhouette or sensation in the back of his mind until he scans them. After he’s scanned a yokai they are visible to him forever, unless they’re putting proper effort into hiding that is. This ability to see and sense the spirits slowly gets stronger the longer he’s exposed to em.

5. Between the events of the yokai watch one plot and the infinite inferno, Nate starts volunteering at shoten temple; cleaning off the graves and replacing the flowers around them. He gets paid by the monk (not a lot but ya know) but he isn’t there for the money, it just makes him feel closer to the spirits since he’s doing something to honour the dead.

6. In a similar vein as the last one, he also spends a lot of time up on mount wildwood, mostly around the sacred tree. He’ll do his homework sat leaning against the trunk or even sitting up in the lower branches, no one ever comes back there so it’s kind of his little safe haven.

7. Nate got really into drawing so that he could remember exactly what his friends looked like, he has little fun facts written between each drawing; things about them and who they are as people that you could only know if you knew them personally. He also has a separate little sketch book full of drawings of the bugs he’d caught.

8. The cats up on mount wildwood love him.

9. Nate ends up like weirdly desensitized to a lot of stuff revolving death or anything like gross, he’s dealt with too much to be fazed.

10. He couldn’t look at spiders the same way after the tarantutor incident. Like he isn’t scared of them but they definitely aren’t his favorite thing in the world.

11. Nate acts all annoyed with jibanyan’s chocobar obsession but he’s secretly the one making sure they always have some at home. He told his mom they were his favorite n’ everything.

12. Jibanyan sleeps curled up at the foot of Nate’s bed and cuddles with him whenever he has a nightmare, whisper sleeps next to the bed to keep watch over him.

13. Nate has in fact gotten caught off guard by yokai (it takes him a second to summon his team) and even caught in the crossfire during fights, be it by the yokai themselves or the general debris created. He has a couple small scars from such instances alongside the random scars one gets just by going through life.

14. Boy just in general cannot mind his own business, if he sees anyone looking even slightly concerned he will ask what’s up. He loves being helpful.

15. He has little sleeves with individual slots for medals in the pockets of his cargo pants so he can actually carry like twelve medals without his bag, it’s six medals per pocket, it’d be more if he wanted to just have them rattling around in there but it’s hard as shit to keep track of so he usually sticks to just the six in his right pocket.

what niche ykw headcanons do you have? I mean stuff that isn't even accidentally implied , it's literally something that came in your head one day and now it's stuck,

For example, i like the idea of Fumi's parents being divorced, they just occasionally spend time with their daughter together

IDK why, i think it was just a big ol projection when I was playing a games as a child

Now it's your turn fool!

#yokai watch #yo kai watch #ykw #yokai watch whisper #yokai watch katie #yokai watch nate #headcanon #yokai watch headcanons #yokai watch jibanyan

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itsmebytch001 · 2 years ago

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Pinkie Pies Flying High...

i love how she balances being a party gal and working at a bakery, like at night she's binge drinking, snorting lines, challenging twilight to zap her, and see how it makes her feel, climbing onto the roofs of buildings, screaming as the sun rises

Pinkie: ' lets go celestia, LETS FUCKING GO'

In the morning, she's cheerful, but very much hung over, swaying from side to side while Maud holds her hair back as she vomits into the bath instead of the toilet. While she drags herself down the stairs to get ready for the days opening.

Twilight and spike enter into Sugar cube corner, they see Pinkie, she's staring into the abyss leaning slightly forward holding the edge of the counter table.

Spike: 'hey Pinkie, How are you feeling?'

Pinkie: ' GREAT! actually never felt better, well actually that's a lie i felt WAAY better like 2 days ago, but you know!' she says, as if the taste of stomach acid and punch did not linger on her Tonge.

Twilight: 'Well it's good to see you're feeling better, last night you really scared us when you got up on Lyra's roof, you kept screaming ''Lets go Celestia'' as sun rose, we really thought you might fall'

Pinkie: 'oh don't worry about that twilight, I'm like a cat, always lading on my feet!'

twilight: 'yeah...hehe'

As twilight finalised her purchase for 4 rose cupcakes, costing her 8 bits in total, spike felt the great feeling of being watched, he looked around suspiciously, but saw nothing, he only felt distant eyes.

Soon after, Pinkie waved both of them off as they exited the shop, though Twilight was concerned about Pinkies drinking, and partaking in OTHER substances, it's not like she could make her sober, and she hadn't seriously hurt her self, only bruises and small cuts, but last night was bad, It's not like Twilight was counting ( she was ) but Pinkie had Chugged half a barrel of cider, drank 8 shots of Flim and Flams Vodka, 3 beers, and snorted something sparkly that she got off Trixie, and though she mad it safely off Lyras roof, she very well might not have.

As twilight pondered what to do, if anything, if it was even her place to do anything spike felt it again, the distant stare. It was then that a pony emerged seemingly out of no where. It was Maud, with her dead pan unassuming face, she caught both of them off guard.

Twilight and Spike: 'AHH'

Twilight: ' Oh, hey Maud, didn't see you there'

Maud: 'yeah, that's why I'm in the shadows'

Twilight: 'oh... well yeah... do you need something?'

Maud: ' I need to talk too you about Pinkie Pie'

Twilight: 'oh okay...what about her?'

Maud: 'You were there last night, you saw what happened, she's never been that out of control, and... and i don't know what to do anymore.'

Twilight felt such a huge surge a relief wash over her, knowing that Maud could iKnowledge that maybe pinkie was losing it assured her that she was not being to critical of Pinkie herself, of course it was known around Ponyville that pinkie liked parties, that she could be erratic, but no one ever says anything, because Shes never hurt anyone else, or herself really,

plus everyone likes fun party pinkie more than flat hair mad pinkie, Twilight and thought about bringing it up with her friends, and they had talked about it a few times, like when pinkie vomited onto a once beautiful dress of Rarity's, though Rarity was upset, no one could muster the ability to tell Pinkie to sober up and get out of her boutique, as pinkie hysterically cried and apologised to Rarity, and in fact paid for it days later after she sobered up, Only Applejack had tried to put pinkie in her place when she got drunk at the family reunion last year, challenging BigMac to a fight, and when he refused, Pinkie slapped him. That was the only time anyone had ever told Pinkie to her face she had a problem, and that was last year, so clearly there was no change in her habits.

Twilight: ' Oh thank Celestia, I'm so glad you see Aswell, it's not like i was counting, but last night she drank Half a barrel of cider, 8 shots of Flim Flams Vodka, and took something off Trixie, clearly her half rate trixs aren't paying right? sorry sorry not important, but anyway, i was looking into rehabs around south Equestria and i found this one in Silver Shoells that would be great-!'

Maud sharply cut her off.

Maud: 'I don't think we should be looking at rehabs just yet, but i'd like to talk to you, and maybe the others further about this, meet me at my place later today, bring you're friends.'

she stated plainly, trotting away...

Spike: ' well that was weird'

To be continued.......

Like if u want part 2

#mlp g4 #mlp pony #mlp friendship is magic #mlp fan fiction #pinkie pie

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shemarmooresfedora · 4 years ago

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Series Summary: After being arrested, Spencer Reid desperately tries to get back home to his daughter, Camellia, who was placed into foster care in your home.

Pairing: Single!Dad!Spencer x Foster!Mom!Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Content/Warnings: mentions of Diana’s Alzheimer’s and Schizophrenia, prison, separation of father and daughter, swearing

A/N: i hope you guys enjoy my new fic! this may be about 8 chapters or so! i’m not sure yet, going to see how interested people are in the plot :) (also quick disclaimer: i have never been in the foster care system so please excuse any inaccuracies)

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Chapter 1

Spencer never wanted his daughter to see him like this, being brought into the BAU bullpen in handcuffs. He was supposed to be the good guy.

Right now, he couldn’t tell if he still was. He had good intentions going down to Mexico to get non-FDA approved medicine for his mom but he may have killed someone in the process. If only he could just remember.

Camellia ran into his arms to hug him, a hug he so desperately wanted to return if it wasn’t for these stupid cuffs around his wrists.

“They can’t just take you away, Dad,” she cried.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I’m going to get back to you as soon as possible,” he promised, kissing the top of her head.

Spencer felt absolutely crushed as the guards had to drag his crying 11-year-old off of him so he could be taken to his holding cell.

You had just gotten off of work when your phone rang. Eileen, the head foster care coordinator, was calling.

“Hello,” you answered.

“Hey Y/N,” she greeted you, “I know you haven’t had a foster kid in a few months but I kind of have an urgent case. 11-year-old sixth grade girl. Mom has been out of the picture for a while, Dad recently imprisoned and on trial for murder. There are a bunch of family friends willing to take her but no direct family,” she explained.

“I can take her for as long as she needs,” you told Eileen.

“Great! I’ll text you the address, it’s the FBI headquarters.”

When you walked into the BAU, still in your dino scrubs and white lab coat, Eileen was surrounded by a frantic group of people.

“As I said before, I don’t doubt any of your credentials but this is the law. We can only give away a child to direct family at this point in time. If you are not direct family, you will need a lawyer to fight for custody as well as permission from her father but that process could take months,” Eileen stated.

“Spencer hasn’t spoken to his father in years and his mother is in a facility for her schizophrenia and Alzheimer’s,” a dark-haired woman spoke.

“Exactly so she must be turned over to the foster care system. I apologize to you all but this is how it works. We can’t bend the rules,” Eileen said.

“I don’t want Callie fending for herself in a house with 20 other kids,” a blonde-haired woman argued, “I’m her godmother. She stays with me all the time. She was staying with me while Spencer was in Mexico.”

“Sorry, my answer is still no. But, hopefully this will squash your concerns, Y/N!” she called you over, “This is Y/N. Jo will be placed with her. She is a pediatric doctor and currently has no other foster kids at the moment but all of her past kids have absolutely adored her. She always passes her surprise safety and wellness checks with flying colors.

“Hi,” you waved, intimidated by this huge group of frustrated people with guns on their hips.

“A doctor? So she isn’t even going to be home most of the time,” a curly-haired man scoffed.

“Actually, I own my own practice. I don’t work at a hospital so I usually have a regular 8-4 shift unless one of my patients needs urgent attention,” you clarified.

“JJ, don’t make me go,” a girl, who you could only assume was Callie, sobbed.

They were all staring at you like you were the worst person on Earth. You wanted to shrivel up and die. When you went through the process of becoming a foster parent, you thought this was a very admirable thing to do. You just wanted to provide a good home to kids in need.

“Do any of you have a key to Dr. Reid’s residence so Camellia can pack a bag?” you asked politely.

The woman closest to Callie that must be JJ pulled a key off of her chain and handed it to you.

“I’ll-um-leave my phone number and address here so you guys can contact me at any time or stop by. I understand your concerns but please know I try my absolute hardest to make sure all kids feel welcome and safe in my house,” you scribbled your information down on a scrap piece of paper.

“Are you ready to go, Camellia?” you asked softly.

She went around hugging everyone in the circle before solemnly nodding to you.

God, you felt like such an asshole.

After Callie finished packing her things from her bedroom in relative silence, you returned to the car.

“I don’t know what you like to eat but we can stop at the grocery store so we can get stuff you like and any other things you need,” you said.

You were met with silence from the backseat. You offered for her to sit in the passenger seat but she declined.

“Listen, I’m really not trying to be the bad guy here. Please don’t make me out to be one. I know you are having a tough time with your Dad’s situation right now but shutting everyone else out won’t help,” you spoke softly, “Trust me, I know.”

You sighed when the silence continued. You pulled out of the Reid’s driveway and headed to the grocery store.

You let Callie lead when you entered the grocery store, opting to follow behind her with the cart. She went immediately to the frozen meal section and started throwing them in.

“Camellia, that’s fine if those are what you want but just so you know, I love to cook so I can make you anything you want,” you offered.

“This is what I’m used to,” she spoke sharply, “My dad is not a bad dad, he just usually doesn’t have much time.”

“I never claimed he was,” you defended yourself.

After that, you kept your mouth shut. Clearly, she was a very independent girl and she had her own routine she liked to stick to.

You hauled all the grocery bags inside the house and unloaded them as Callie brought in her suitcases.

“So Camellia, I put all the food you picked out in these two cabinets. I mean obviously, you are welcome to anything in the kitchen but I just wanted you to know where the things you picked out were. I always have a grocery list on the fridge that you can add to,” you began to give her a tour of the house, “Bathroom is in there. There’s another upstairs. Here’s the living room with a TV,” you headed up the stairs, “Here’s my room.”

On your bed was an adorable toyger kitten cuddled up on your pillow.

“Oh! This is Winnie like Winnie the Pooh. I just got her a few weeks ago from a shelter. She is super friendly and loves snuggles so she will probably try to sneak into your bed unless you keep your door closed.”

“I don’t mind,” Callie spoke softly as she petted Winnie.

You smiled softly. These were the first words you got out of her that weren’t a rejection.

You continued the tour, “There’s a bathroom between our rooms but I tend to use the downstairs one so feel free to make it your own. And here’s your room,” you opened the door to a white room with a queen bed in the center, a small bookshelf, a few plants, and paintings.

“I hope this is good enough for now. We can go out this weekend to a home goods store if you want to redecorate. I’d even be open to repainting it if you want,” you offered.

Callie just set her bags down and nodded.

“Alright, I’ll leave you be. I’ll probably be downstairs for a while watching TV if you want to join. Let me know if you want me to make you anything,” you began to shut the door but Winnie slipped in first.

“Good night, you guys,” you smiled softly.

“Do you want me to wait out here or come in with you?” you asked softly.

Spencer had been denied bail, meaning he was transferred to a federal prison and Callie was going to be staying with you for a while. She had taken the news rather hard as expected when the team came over to your house to tell her. You still weren’t really accepted by the group so you mostly stood in the corner of the kitchen while they were all in your living room.

You had spoken to Eileen several times about Callie’s current situation. She gave you permission to do whatever you saw fit. This means you could opt her out of school one or two days a week if she wasn’t feeling up to it as long as she emailed her teachers and got her missed work in on time. You were researching different therapists for her to talk to because she didn’t seem to want to open up to you. You were also given a schedule of visiting times for her to visit her dad in prison.

“I’ll just go in alone,” she walked in the door to the visiting room, leaving you in the waiting room.

“Dad,” Callie tried to hug Spencer but the guard pointed to the ‘No Touching’ sign posted on the wall.

They both sat down defeatedly at opposite ends of the table.

“How are you?” Callie inquired, wiping her tears away from seeing her father locked up.

“I don’t want to talk about me, sweetheart. How are you? Emily and my lawyer visited yesterday and told me you had to be placed into foster care,” Spencer asked, concerned.

“It’s okay. Not the best,” she sighed.

“What’s happening? Are they hurting you? Are they not giving you enough to eat? Callie, I’ll have my lawyer on the phone and you out of there so quick,” Spencer frantically stated.

“No, Dad. Y/N is fine…nice, even. But she’s not you,” Callie cried.

Spencer’s face softened, “I’m so sorry, Callie. You don’t deserve to be dealing with any of this.”

“Just please come home,” she sniffled.

“I’m trying, sweetheart, I’m really trying,” he replied earnestly with tears in his eyes.

A/N: i will also be starting a series taglist if you don’t want to be added to my main taglist so just clarify which one you want to join! also i recommend listening to the song Home by Phillip Phillips because it is kind of like the theme song for this story

main taglist (just ask to be added/removed!): @samuel-de-champagne-problems @g0lden-cth @spencerreid9 @averyhotchner @coldlilheart @k-k0129 @ickleronniekinsemotionalrange @harrystylesandthegoobs @cmily @jswessie187 @rem-ariiana @hoodpankow @mochionly @spencerreid-187 @babymetaldoll @fics4arainyday @ssavanessa22 @all-tings-diego

series taglist: @ilovespencerreidmarryme

#spencer reid angst #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fic #dr spencer reid #cm fanfic #spencer x reader #reid x reader #criminal minds

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redphlox · 4 years ago

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Dabi's fear of feelings and connections

Dabi is a walking contradiction; he says he doesn't care about anyone, but his flames, which are linked to his emotions, demonstrate otherwise when Twice is killed. Dabi brushes off the news that Natsuo could have died because of him but still refers to him affectionately as Natsu-kun. Touya went around calling Endeavor out for neglecting his children but still trained to regain his approval and attention anyway. He lashed out at baby Shouto, admitted Shouto had done nothing wrong, and then attacked him again years later. He cries blood while thinking about his family but doesn't go home to them or change his actions which hurt them even more. Dabi wants to destroy hero society for a better future but it's obvious he doesn't plan to live long enough to see that future.

The gaps between his actions and his words are a result of dissociation and repression. It's not that Dabi is emotionless. Actually, he feels too much and he's afraid of his feelings because they've done nothing but hurt him emotionally and physically. He literally almost burned to death the one time he had a burst of emotion on Sekoto Peak and in order to prevent a repeat of that, he operates under the flawed notion that safety lies in repressing his feelings and pushing people away. He lies to himself and others and therefore cannot reconcile with his true self and can’t trust others.

In this meta I'll discuss how Dabi deals with his unprocessed feelings of betrayal and neglect by denying himself connections with both his inner wounded child and those around him. I'll also address a few misconceptions surrounding Dabi because dismantling them is key to understanding him. Contrary to popular belief, he does not want to kill his father, he never wanted to be a hero for his own sake, and he doesn't hate Shouto or his family. At its core, Touya's hurt stems from discovering that his relationship with his father wasn't based on unconditional love. This realization destroyed his sense of self so much it caused him to start fearing his own feelings and being close to others because of the link between his emotions and his self-destructive quirk.

To understand Dabi we have to understand Touya. In 291 we see through Endeavor's flashback that Touya was eager to train under him and carry his legacy. It's implied by the fact they’re working on ultimate moves that not only is Touya a willing, eager participant but that the two have been training together for quite some time. In 301 we learn that after Touya's quirk started hurting him Endeavor not only abandoned the training regime but also abandoned Touya both emotionally and physically. Instead of using the time he spent training Touya to help Touya find a new hobby or purpose in life, or just hanging out with his kid, Endeavor chooses to remove himself from Touya’s life. When Touya confronts him about the change of routine, Endeavor is seen putting on his jacket and leaving the home, his body turned away from his son.

Maybe Endeavor had errands to run, but my point is that he was in Touya’s life one minute and then gone the next. Touya says so himself: why did Endeavor change his mind all of a sudden? The abrupt change in attitude was jarring for a 4-5 year old to handle. To Touya, training = love, so he felt compelled to keep training and demonstrate his worthiness despite the fact that his quirk was hurting him. To Touya, the pain was worth it if it meant hanging out with his dad again.

But why? Well, Touya was Endeavor's #1 fan, genuinely so. His admiration and fondness for his father was genuine, and he didn't question the triumphant look on Endeavor's face when Touya said he wanted to learn the ultimate move. Before his quirk started burning him, Touya had no idea he was born for his father's ulterior motives. He had no reason to question his father's attention. Touya lived under the impression his bond with his dad was genuine and special, and he probably felt lucky that his father was willing to share something so important to him (heroism). Even after the training stops and Endeavor stops paying attention to Touya, Touya still wears his merch and vies for his attention. Most kids see their parents as larger than life and Touya was no exception. Keigo Takami admired Endeavor the hero, and Touya Todoroki admired his father who just so happened to be the hero Endeavor. Since being a hero was such a big deal for Endeavor, it was a big deal for Touya.

But that's where Touya's story becomes tragic. His father is a flawed, flawed man with many insecurities and fallacies that he pushes onto his family. I’ll get to those in a moment, but as intelligent and observant Touya is to catch on that Endeavor never set out to marry to become a father, he is too young to separate himself from his father’s expectations. Touya realizes he was born for a purpose and Touya will be damned if he doesn't fulfill that purpose even if he knows it's wrong. His father's ‘love’ meant that much to him. For Touya, it's not about becoming a hero for the glory. It was about his relationship with his father because, as I mentioned earlier, Touya was his #1 fan in the sense that he loved Enji just for being his dad. There were no conditions tied to that. “You are my dad, and I love you.”

But that wasn’t a sentiment that Touya felt in return, and that hurt Touya. He internalized he wasn't good enough, that something about him was inherently wrong. But more than that, his world came tumbling down - he felt betrayed and lied to: his father didn't love him like Touya needed him to, and this truth destroyed him. Their relationship was a lie, a farce, and it hurt so much Touya became obsessed with not hurting anymore because he couldn’t get away from it.

Touya’s motivation to become a hero didn't rise from being inspired by All Might like Shouto. Touya’s thought process wasn’t "I want to be a hero to help others or be like All Might" like Deku. No, Touya only wanted to be a hero because he wanted his father to be proud of him for surpassing All Might. Notice that Touya's obsession with beating All Might slowly diminishes from “I can surpass All Might” to “I can surpass All Might like Shouto, too” to just “look at me, Endeavor.” It was never about being a hero per say, but about his relationship with his father. Touya realized that Endeavor isn't his father first, but a hero, and he understands that he has to be a hero too to fit into his father's world. Even upon realizing that his father was using him, Touya still wanted to be part of his life, still wanted that bond. Touya, in his desperation to be loved and accepted again, could look past his father's selfishness as long as he regained that approval. Touya could pretend the relationship was real as long as he stopped feeling so unlovable.

This is unhealthy thinking, of course. Even if Touya somehow managed to regain Endeavor's approval, the relationship would still be one-sided and dissatisfying because he wouldn't be able to ignore the truth. But, this is how he rationalized his insistence to keep training in his 4-5 year old mind and this line of thought stuck with him as he grew up just as those feelings of inadequacy never left him.

This is precisely why Natsuo's drowsy "can't you go talk to our sister?" hurt so much. Touya was already emotionally fragile, and hearing that felt like being rejected all over again when it was actually Natsuo just trying to sleep. Touya was hypersensitive to any words or actions that could be interpreted as dismissive. His trauma wouldn't listen to logic that Natsuo was 8 and too young to understand, that he was tired - no, Touya's brain said, you're being rejected again! This is also why he also stormed away crying from Fuyumi after she expressed her concern for him.

In Touya’s mind, why couldn't anyone just agree with him that he was good enough? He heard "your dad's right and you're not good enough so why try" not "I care about you, your father is wrong, and I don't want you to keep getting hurt" whenever Rei tried to get him to stop training because that's the message he got from his father, too. Nevermind that it infuriated Touya that his mother could stand there and preach to him when, from his perspective, she couldn’t take her own advice. All Endeavor ever did was teach him to turn up the heat, so why should it matter that doing just so hurts him? Touya didn't understand NOT training his quirk because he had been taught that raising his firepower was ideal in all situations. Those two statements didn't make sense to a 4-5 year old, a 13 year old, and it still doesn’t make sense as a 24 year old.

To take Endeavor's lack of self awareness a step further, because it's important to understand Endeavor to fully understand Dabi, Endeavor has yet to realize his own inherent worth. He doesn't have to prove anything to his family, especially his kids. They love him unconditionally, without special reason aside from the fact that he's theirs and he's himself. However, Endeavor is so obsessed with proving himself that he doesn't realize he never had to, and he projects this onto his children. They must prove themselves by winning the genetic lottery, by being useful to his plans, by surpassing All Might.

The irony that to be a great father he doesn't have to be a hero at all is ugly because Endeavor has no identity outside of being a hero. Endeavor has said before he wants to be a good hero and father to make Shouto proud, but he fails to realize he already had this in Touya all those years ago and it still left him unsatisfied. The issue isn’t his role as a hero, it’s his inner self. In 301 Endeavor literally reaches out to Touya to talk him out of training and hurting himself, and Touya allows his father to touch his shoulders because he wants a bond with his father - any bond. Shouto, on the other hand, wouldn't allow Endeavor to touch him in 167 and slaps his hand away because he doesn’t want Endeavor’s approval. Endeavor doesn't realize Natsuo carries deep abandonment and neglect issues because he wanted to be accepted by his father too (light novel #5) but was ignored. Endeavor doesn't realize he was always good enough by default and that by projecting onto his kids and trying to be the top hero he’s doing the opposite of what he wants. He just keeps pushing away his family.

It’s important to point out Endeavor’s illogical thinking because Touya learned some of these same ideas. Touya repeatedly tries to prove himself without realizing that he was always good enough by default. The problem wasn’t his quirk or his body, but his father’s flawed thinking and self-worth issues. Now as an adult, Dabi is selfish because he's Endeavor's son and emobidies his most negative characteristics. Dabi thinks of his flames as Endeavor's, and he thinks of himself as an extension of Endeavor because that's how Endeavor set him up for life. Touya has no identity to fall back on after his father casts him aside. He was supposed to be Endeavor 2.0, but now that title is Shouto’s. Dabi doesn’t hate Shouto as a person, but he has tricked himself into believing Shouto is their father’s puppet. Shouto is a doll being used by their father with no self agency, and Dabi is going to break all of Endeavor’s toys. It’s nothing personal against Shouto, it’s just Shouto’s bad luck that he happens to be Endeavor’s masterpiece. This is why Dabi doesn’t hurt Shouto when they first meet at the training camp, and why Dabi stops attacking Shouto after Endeavor passes out - it’s not about Shouto. It’s about Endeavor, and breaking Endeavor. Touya is still there trying to be part of his father’s world, only this time not as a hero but as a villain who will end his own suffering. He doesn't want Endeavor to die, he just wants him to suffer, to ruin his dreams. Dabi thinks of it as justice.

But because Touya is still there, there is still that goodness in him, too. His connection to Fuyumi and Natsuo is still there, repressed and compartmentalized. It’s why he calls them affectionately as Fuyumi-chan and Natsu-kun. Touya’s pain is so great he has decided he’d rather end it than to carry on and look elsewhere. He's stuck, rightfully so. He recognizes his mother is a flawed person and ultimately doesn’t blame her for being a victim - she could have done more for her son, but he still sees her and his other siblings, even Shouto, as people who fell victim to Endeavor’s abuse who don't challenge their situation. Dabi sees himself as someone who does stand up to the abuse but doesn’t realize he still wants his father’s attention. He's always wanted it. That's why he went around at 13 condemning his father's treatment of his children but still trained to prove himself. This is part of the reason he became a villain.

Not to mention that Dabi literally can't cry. He has no way to release those emotions, so instead of trying to let them out, he pushes them down. But that doesn't work and is detrimental in the long run. In 290-294 we saw Dabi's flames burn so hot during his confrontation with Endeavor and revealing himself as Touya that his burns have spread. Dabi is afraid of his feelings because of their connection to his flames, but he also uses his feelings to his advantage. He wants to go out in an inferno along with Shouto just to hurt Endeavor and put an end to his own suffering and Endeavor's career. This is why Dabi doesn't bother calming himself down or denying that he never forgot how he was treated when he lived at home. Dabi became emotional in that battlefield, smiling maniacally instead of crying because he physically can't cry. In his mind, if his feelings are going to destroy him, he might as well use them to prove a point. After all, he has experience being used. It's why he was born.

I'm not saying any of these actions or thoughts are healthy or correct or condoned, by the way. Trauma responses don't make logical sense and usually aren't healthy. Knowing how the mind responds to trauma, it's understandable that Touya still wanted his father's attention even if it was abusive. In fact, this is how children often respond to abuse. Their caretaker/parent is all they know and they cling to these figures. Often times when authorities try to remove a child from their abusive parents, the child doesn't want to go because this parent is all they know and they do feel like they love their parent/caretaker. I’m not saying the authorities got involved in this case, because obviously they didn’t, but this same mentality of abused children can be applied to Touya. Touya, in his four year old mind, probably convinced himself that if he was good enough everything would go back to how it used to be.

So, to sum up Dabi’s character, of course he doesn't make any sense. He’s still that hurt 4-5 year old who is trying to protect himself from ever getting hurt like that again while still wanting his father’s validation. Of course he doesn’t want to get close to anyone, not even the League. He doesn't want to be vulnerable or let people in or form connections because the last time that happened he was let down, forsaken, and it hurt so much it literally made him lose control of his quirk to the point he almost died. When Twice is killed, Dabi consoles himself by saying he didn't care anyway, all to prevent another emotional fire. Dabi is a master of compartmentalizing and boxing away his feelings - this is probably why, 310 chapters into BNHA, we have yet to have a few chapters in his POV or his backstory. He's disconnected from himself. He knows his plot to get justice will hurt his siblings and mother and to live with himself and move forward he represses those feelings.

Because of his father not showing up on Sekoto peak, Dabi has to live with physical disabilities due to his scars and memories of burning alive. He doesn't want to go through that again so he lies to himself that he doesn't care about anyone or anything. He denies that he's still in pain while simultaneously seeking validation of his pain. He acts like he doesn't care about his family but still calls them affectionate names. He acts like he hates Endeavor and calls him by his name but still wants his attention. He decided long ago that he would die destroying Endeavor's career because that was the thing Endeavor cares about most of all in this life. It's a "you hurt me so I'll hurt you" mentality. He has tricked himself into thinking this is justice, failing to realize this won't make him feel better if he doesn't die by his own hand along the way.

Dabi is full of resentment and spite, both of which take root from feelings of abandonment, betrayal, and the loss of a purpose and the realization that he wasn't born to be loved for who he was but as a tool for his father. The first betrayal he suffered was in the form of realizing his father didn't love him genuinely, and this was identity-breaking for him. He never recovered from it. The second betrayal, the reinforcer, was his father not showing up to Sekoto Peak. Since then, Dabi is reliving his trauma over and over again the more he uses his quirk and the more he faces Endeavor. To be saved, Dabi needs to accept that he is loved unconditionally and needs to be validated that he was right to feel thrown aside and used.

#dabi #touya todoroki #toya todoroki #shouto todoroki #shoto todoroki #bnha #bnha meta #my meta #endeavor

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rin-solo · 14 days ago

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Aight chat, let's do this one (~‾⌣‾)~

1. First song from Epic you ever listened to?

A: Warrior of the Mind and then immediately after My Goodbye. Both of those I've loved way before I loved EPIC as a whole (I got into it when the Wisdom Saga was released) since I associated (and still kind of do) these songs with some other writing of mine.

2. First TikTok of Jorge's you ever watched?

A: Unfortunately, none... I don't have a TikTok; I've been meaning to get one maybe, but I haven't yet.

3. Moment that made you laugh the hardest?

A: Probably either "I can see you..." — "How can you see through my spell?" — "Haha! I was lying, and you fell for my bluff!" or "Next to my wife." Both of those made me laugh out loud.

4. Moment that made you cry the hardest?

A: I don't think I've cried properly during EPIC yet; at least I don't remember. But in general, a lot of the Wisdom saga made me tear up. All of We'll Be Fine, and the endings of Love In Paradise (that "Athena!" cry) and God Games ("Let him go! Please, let him go!") Most recently, there was also the "Maybe you could learn to forgive?" line in specifically @laritamiauu's rendition of Get In The Water that made me tear up as if I didn't know how that would end already ...

I am one of those few people who don't actually get emotional over flashbacks or cameos of Polites/the crew; I don't know why; all I keep thinking is "That's neat" when that happens. The Underworld Saga didn't faze me that much, outside of just making me concerned for the future, and the Thunder Saga was far too much of a badass banger vibe for me to really hurt over it. Maybe that's because I actually listened to the Wisdom Saga for the first time before those two ... In retrospect, I cannot tell whether that was a good idea or not ... (✦థ ｪ థ)

5. Song from the Ithaca Saga you're most looking forward to?

A: Either Odysseus or I Can't Help But Wonder, I think. I would just say Odysseus, but I am hesitant because that song scares me as it has the potential to mess up Odysseus' whole characterization, and until I actually get confirmation that it doesn't, I can't 100% look forward to it. Also, both of these are high on my list of potential Athena returns, so maybe that's why.

I'm choosing song 39 as opposed to 40 because I am actually not really invested in OdyPen yet; for that, I'd actually have to see Penelope as a character, get to know her, and see her own yearning for her husband. With Telemachus, we've already met him and know how much he yearns to have his father back, so I'm highly looking forward to that reunion.

One of my few but main criticisms of EPIC is actually the so heavily Odysseus-pov-focused portrayal of Penelope; I get that it's a storytelling choice, but for me to root for a ship, I actually have to see both characters shine by themselves. There has to be chemistry and yearning on both ends, which I am not seeing here yet. She's kind of just a blank slate in my mind right now, and I can't be invested in shipping someone like that with anyone. So we'll have to see if I'll be more invested in them by the end of this saga.

6. Which of the cut songs do you most want an official version of?

A: Uh, none, unfortunately, because I haven't listened to any cut songs. None really interest me as of now, at least as far as I'm aware.

7. Which of the gods would you pick to be your mentor?

A: Athena—she seems like the best choice because she is both incredibly competent and relatively chill for a Greek god. I think we'd get along really well.

8. Which of the characters would you pick to be your laser tag ally?

A: Poseidon. I hear he's good at long-range things, and then there's also the fact that the only field where "Ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves" actually 100% applies is competitive games. There's no mercy today, chat. We're obliterating you.

9. If you could save the life of one character, who would you choose?

A: Sorry, Polites, I'm going to have to go with Anticlea (Odysseus' mom.) The writer in me says taking away Polites' death would ruin the whole narrative, as so much hinges on it. And this way, we could have an even grander family reunion back at home.

10. If you had to fight one of the characters, who would it be?

A: My apologies to him in advance, but I am going to have to pick Telemachus. I'm a martial arts gal; I could take him. And I could also make sure not to actually hurt him in the process. Maybe try to teach him a thing or two while Athena is recovering ...

11. If you had a pet winion, what would you name it?

A: ... Gloob. If you get that reference, this is a sign that you've watched too many of Jorge's reels (jk, such a thing is impossible.)

12. What's your ranking of the saga covers?

A: (Favorite -> least favorite ... although I would like to disclaim that I don't actually dislike any of the covers!)

13. What's your ranking of the sagas?

A: (Favorite -> least favorite yet again, and yet again I must disclaim that I don't actually dislike any of the sagas! And also, I am excluding Ithaca for now, since I haven't actually heard it yet.)

14. What's your ranking of the songs?

A: It's time to fess up, I guess ... haha ...

Alright, chat, here is my full tier ranking of all the songs (not just in tiers, but in order within the tiers as well, yet again from favorite -> least favorite, and yet again I must disclaim that I don't actually dislike any of the songs. Just some I prefer heavily over others.)

15. What's your favorite memory of being in the Epic fandom?

A: Recording my reaction to the Vengeance Saga stream for sure! That was so fun ... In case you want to see 1.5-ish hours of your girl rambling about 5 songs, please feel free to check it out here :3 Maybe consider leaving me a like and/or comment with your thoughts if you end up watching! And yes, I will be recording my reaction to the Ithaca saga as well!

Please ignore the tier list at the end for the sake of the one above, though. I was in denial and also afraid of recency bias, but I think enough time has passed now so that I can safely scream about how the Vengeance Saga is my favorite saga period. Because of the songs, but much more so because of the themes and the characterization (I am in EPIC for the story, what can I say?)

Welp, if you made it to the end of this post ... thank you so much! Please tell me what you thought of my takes here, I did put a lot of effort into this and I simply must know what y'all think :3

One Week Until Ithaca Ask Game!

First song from Epic you ever listened to?

First TikTok of Jorge's you ever watched?

Moment that made you laugh the hardest?

Moment that made you cry the hardest?

Song from the Ithaca Saga you're most looking forward to?

Which of the cut songs do you most want an official version of?

Which of the gods would you pick to be your mentor?

Which of the characters would you pick to be your laser tag ally?

If you could save the life of one character, who would you choose?

If you had to fight one of the characters, who would it be?

If you had a pet winion, what would you name it?

What's your ranking of the saga covers?

What's your ranking of the sagas?

What's your ranking of the songs?

What's your favorite memory of being in the Epic fandom?

#epic the musical #epic odysseus #jorge rivera herrans #epic musical #epic the vengeance saga #epic the cyclops saga #epic the wisdom saga #epic the thunder saga #epic the ithaca saga #epic the circe saga #epic the ocean saga #epic the underworld saga #epic the troy saga

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infernalrevenge · 3 years ago

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Reader Gets Dominated By The Dimitrescu Sisters (feat. Strap On)

Fandom: Resident Evil 8: Village

Rating: E (for explicit content involving penetration, 18+)

Pairing/s: Bela Dimitrescu x Reader, Cassandra Dimitrescu x Reader, Daniela Dimitrescu x Reader (all Gender Neutral)

Summary: Drabbles about the Dimitrescu sisters dominating the Reader using a strap on.

Notes: I misunderstood the initial request sent to me and by the time I realized I did, I had already finished Bela's and Cassandra's and I didn't want it to go to waste so this is that :P I wrote Daniela's after the actual request was done.

Hope y'all enjoy!

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Bela Dimitrescu

Her hands settled on either side of your head, golden hair framing her face as she looked down on your bare form. She had your legs spread out before her, and you couldn't help but look between them to eye the toy strapped onto Bela as she lined its tip up to your entrance. You couldn't tell if your heart was beating hard from anticipation or concern.

"Don't get nervous now," she teased, reaching to cup your cheek, "Just keep your eyes on me, I've got you."

You gave a small nod in return, huffing out a breath as she sunk into you. A weak groan escaped your lips, eyes closing as you tried to relax. "That's it, there you go," you heard her whisper softly. It didn't take long before she was seated inside, its girth filling you completely and perfectly. You felt the heat inside you coil tighter as Bela's smirk grew.

"What a good pet, taking all of me like this," she cooed, stroking her thumb over your face. "How does it feel?"

A shuddering breath left you, "Good."

"Good," she replied, leaning down for a deep kiss. One hand gripped onto your ass, squeezing hard as she suckled on your bottom lip. "Can I move?"

You gave another nod, allowing her to slip back out before she thrust back inside, this time with more force. A cross between a surprised yelp and moan escaped, and your girlfriend seemed all too pleased with your reaction.

It only spurred her on as she languidly moved her hips to an imaginary rhythm, eliciting more of those sweet and pleasured sounds from you. Her hands cooled your heated skin as they settled on your hips, pulling them back to meet hers halfway. Sometimes, you can feel her slowing down her movements, as if to savor the moment and the desperate look in your face, only to thrust back in harshly and watch the way your mouth drops open.

Each stroke of friction brought you closer to the edge, gripping onto the blonde's shoulders. You swore your nails were digging into her skin, but that only seemed to bring her more delight.

"Bela, Bela please-- I--" you tried to say, barely able to get the words out.

"It's okay, cum for me, my love. I want to see you come undone."

She was completely buried inside when you felt the waves of pleasure roll over you, her mouth covering yours as she swallowed your cries. All you could do was pull her closer, arms around her neck and legs tightening around her lower back as you rode out your high. You could feel your hips bucking ever so slightly, just to get a tiny bit more stimulation before breaking for air.

You looked deep into her golden eyes, a dazed smile on your face. "We should do this again sometime," you whispered, still trying to catch your breath.

"Oh we will."

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Cassandra Dimitrescu

"Don't think you'll get away that easy, pet," she growled into your ear, her body pinning you against the wall. She had already pulled your bottoms all the way down to your ankles, a hand rubbing between your spread legs as you tried to move into her touch. As you pushed back against her hips, you felt something hard hidden in between her hips.

"Cassandra..." you couldn't help but moan, getting lost in a lustful haze.

"So eager, aren't we? You want me, don't you? Right here, right now?" She stroked you torturously slow, and you had to bite back a whimper to save any sliver of pride you had left.

"Tell me what you want, Y/N," she demanded, grinding her hips onto your ass. You could feel the strap on through her clothes, and you wanted nothing more than to be satisfied to the brim at that moment.

"I want... I want you, please," you muttered, trying to look back at her with pleading eyes.

"Want me to what?" she smirked, acting innocent, "You're gonna have to use your words."

Her fingers rubbed slow circles and figure-eights over you, and as you felt yourself grow hotter with nothing but sex on your mind, your mouth began to speak before you could even think more about it.

"Cass, please just keep touching me! Grope me, fuck me, I don't care, just-- please!"

You hardly got a warning with how she moved so quickly, and you could feel the toy rubbing between your cheeks before she had finally slid inside. Your knees started to buckle from underneath you as she pounded into you, her hand never leaving your most sensitive spot as her free hand roamed your chest. You kept your hands on the wall for support, clawing into the paper as every thrust left you seeing stars.

"You wanna cum, my pet? Gonna make a mess for me?" she teased, nibbling on the skin under your ear. You weren't sure what exactly did it for you, but the combination of sensations that had led up to this point finally tipped you over the edge.

You bit down hard on your lip, pushing your forehead onto the wall as you stifled your own moans. You pushed back into her hips as your orgasm took over, shaking you to your very core. If only you could see the look on your lover's face, a mix of satisfaction and smugness written all over.

It was hard to tell if that was blood or drool dribbling down your chin, but it didn't matter as the brunette turned you around to lick it off of you. It took all the strength you had left to stay standing, but you couldn't help the shiver running through your spine -- both from the residual pleasure, and the way Cassandra eyed you like a predator that had caught her prey. She took you by the hand and pulled you along to follow her, and you were still too far gone to remember your half-dressed state.

"Shall we go for round two? My room, of course."

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Daniela Dimitrescu

You gripped the cold metal sink as Daniela entered you, hips meeting yours as she pressed her chest against your back. You two were supposed to be inconspicuous, especially with how much of a common area the kitchen could be -- her cloak covered enough of your bare behind (or at least you hoped it did) as she was seated deep inside.

"I-I was just about to... finish washing the dishes, y-you know?" you stuttered out, eyes darting around before looking over your shoulder to your lover. She looked all too smug for your liking, especially given the situation she had you in. You wished you could complain, but the way she slowly rolled her hips against yours had any protests stuck in your throat.

Strained moans spilled out of you -- even the pace she was going at was enough to send sparks of pleasure between your legs. You could feel her chuckles vibrating against your back, arms wrapped around your waist so that any unsuspecting servant or sister passing by would think she was just being a little too affectionate toward the staff again.

Perhaps "too affectionate" wasn't a strong enough term.

Still, you ground back to meet her, arching just enough to feel it brush into something that made you gasp. Immediately, a gloved hand covered your mouth as Daniela's breath ghosted over your ear.

"Be quiet now. Wouldn't wanna get caught now, would we?" she teased. If you were any stronger, you swore you would have left dents against the sink by now.

You knew she wanted you to beg, to whisk you away for a proper fucking. You weren't about to give in that easily, however -- not when you were so vulnerable at that moment.

It felt like an eternity of delicious torture before the woman looked over her shoulder, groaning in frustration before she pulled your hips back further.

"Daniela, w-what are you--"

"I'm going to finish you off, pet. Even I get tired of waiting," she replied simply.

She reeled herself back before thrusting in hard, and you had to bite your lip to stop your moans from coming out too loudly. Your arms stretched out to the wall as you both gave in to your desires, letting her pound into you the way you wanted for what felt like hours ago.

Your orgasm came crashing upon you, so sudden that you barely felt any of the build up. The redhead rode you through your release before finally slipping out, embracing you from behind once again. Leaning back into her was pretty much the only thing keeping you upright at the moment.

"Feel good, baby?" she whispered, planting a kiss on the corner of your jaw. You nodded in response.

A few beats of silence passed before you spoke up, looking back at her. "May I return the favor?"

You never got to finish washing those dishes.

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