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lollytrees · 6 months ago

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Hey, I didn't see this! It's not only the drunken episode "Still" that frames Beth/Daryl romantically. Maybe if the writers had stopped Beth/Daryl's weird dynamic at that episode, they could have tried to make things platonic. Or maybe not, because the *affiliated* show talked about them romantically in that episode with Norman and Emily lmao. But the show didn't stop, and so you have to look at everything. Their FIRST long scene together is specifically Daryl delivering bad news to Beth about her romantic relationship and Beth comforting him instead, which should be a first sign if you're analyzing the overall writing.

Aside from the 'last man and woman' trope, you should question WHY the show-runner chose to put Beth and Daryl together to begin with. Most of the season 4 stranded prison-crew dealt with romanticism in these episodes. Rick & Michonne foreshadowing, Maggie & Glenn searching for each other, Sasha & Bob, a spin on Tyreese & Carol's romantic comic book reference.

And no, as a teen I did not have a drunken screaming match with an older male friend (these two are not actual family relatives lol they didn't even know how to look at each other at first) who then proceeded to manhandle me. I do have some upsetting stories with actual family members, unfortunately. Getting grabbed by a relative is kinda a different sort of embarrassment.

But this already is a telling frame from the show's mind:

Having a breakdown in this situation is def understandable. However, the way the Walking Dead chose to frame the breakdown is different. Daryl PURPOSEFULLY pissing in front of Beth is different! You see her face nervously shift when Daryl turns to speak to her while pissing, and then slowly buckling his pants while approaching her. Sure, the show is demonstrating deeper meanings about insecurity & classism, but he did that to make Beth uncomfortable. Would he do this to Sophia or Lydia? NO.

This is where my questioning the age-gap friendship came into the previous post. I don't think everything Daryl did in that episode is atrocious, but I was moreso commenting on your initial "Pedopholic Daryl" comment. But yeah ultimately, Beth is 18 and is able to work through their fight.

And personally in my mid-twenties now, I would not get drunk with an 18 year old. That was also my point, you can have different types of relationship boundaries, on top of romantic boundaries. Getting wasted (not just a little drink lol) with Beth was Daryl's choice. But of course, everyone has different backgrounds/or experiences, and being in a house like his own childhood one triggered Daryl. And to your point of categories of age, maybe Daryl did see Beth as a certain level of young adult, "Dumb college bitch" as he says, but that also doesn't mean his feelings would stop there (cause they don't).

At times, I think they did a good job writing Beth as a young adult (her drinking game, her curiosity, "what are you my chaperone") but again, with casting an older actress other story choices come out, too. Like Beth literally positioning herself as Daryl, "You were like me, and now god forbid you let anybody get too close" (?!). And that immediately makes Daryl jump, throwing her romantic life in her face, "Too close huh. You know all about that (?!). Lost two boyfriends couldn't even shed a tear." These are connotations they wouldn't give to Lydia, who was a much younger actress at the time. The show wouldn't have Daryl getting wasted with Lydia, even after she turned 18.

Daryl’s interactions with youth is usually very different. Instead with Beth, Daryl addressed his issues by unloading and sobbing, only to be comforted by Beth herself. Daryl’s moonshine talk with Beth on the porch was not offered as a means of comfort, or childhood offering (like Daryl telling Carl about his own mom’s death after Lori dies, or Daryl trying to get Lydia to see abusive patterns, or cradling Laurent). “I was nothing” he finally reveals to Beth, and the audience discovers his previous occupation for the first time. When Beth tells him to put it away and he says, "What if I can't?" he's RELYING ON HER, and she does help, they burn down the shack together. This is the writers. They wrote this for a mature actress. Beth ends up leading him on stuff. She's obvi portrayed differently than other young narratives seen with Daryl, teenagers included, and that's easy for the writers to fall into when you cast someone older. This is how Norman Reedus characterized Beth: (“There’s definitely some tension there. The thing about it is, she’s a woman. She is not a little girl. Everyone grows up real fast in this world. Daryl, being a man, starting out was really child-like. There is an emotion; he makes a decision...")

And I'm not saying any of this is moral, and it's definitely crazy of TWD, especially since they used other teen narratives for Beth. But ultimately, the show did what it wanted. Especially when it was given potential by people from TWD. My point in the previous post is that it's hard to have your cake and eat it too with their relationship — it was what it was, from the show itself. Messy! Cause the walking dead is fucking messy. Even Scott Wilson, Hershel, answered several times about Beth/Daryl and was in support of a romance as the dad. Like they all fucking talked about it lmao. The show had Beth's entire family unit out there supporting it. And here's Scott Gimple immediately giving vague answers about romance after Beth's death, as a way to brush by the mess they've made.

It's the episode "Alone" that solidified them with romantic framing. In one single episode, they hold hands, he gives her a piggyback ride, he voluntarily rushes to carry her through the threshold, she plays piano while he unbeknownstly watches her (singing "Be Good", a strategic song choice from Emily & Scott Gimple). They do the fucking trope "don't you think that's beautiful?" — as he silently looks at her, instead. Their last meaningful conversation is a cliffhanger candlelight dinner about why he (briefly lol) changed his mind on humanity and wanted to stay there with her. It's one scene after the other.

Their entire arc was so that eventually Daryl can be the one who carries her, dead, out of the hospital as a callback to when he was holding her bridal style and they were happy together. The show tactfully used a brief romance with the most popular character to create a more 'impactful' death of a young woman. (And if some people didn't like the pairing or notice it, so what? There was more than enough audience that picked up what the show clearly put down to freak out over the ending, and TV shows likes buzz and drama). And afterwards, Maggie finally gets to appear after she almost left the state even though she knew Beth was alive. But nice of the writers to finally remember they were sisters. Glad Daryl got a man-pain arc 🤪

I do just wanna add on to that last reblog on the B*thyl post by saying that Beth was a teenager. There are more categories than Adult and Child. I don't think Daryl and Beth simply drinking together was bad in that way. Sex and Romance: No. Fuck no. Jesus. But just sitting around drinking a little too much moonshine after extreme loss and grief? Idk man, I don't think that's an issue on it's own.

Your parents never let y'all have a drink when you were 17? You never have a screaming match with an older family member that got a little out of hand but then smooth things over? They weren't strangers or weird age-gap friends, they were family. They had legitimate reasons for being close, especially since everybody else they knew was lost or dead. It's not like it was creepy for them to hang out, or unforgivable for Daryl to have that breakdown. He said some shitty things but it wasn't that deep. It's ok that she comforted him, she's capable of understanding other people's emotions and giving someone a hug. Idk man, I just think that characters don't have to always say the right thing all the time, they're allowed to have poor communication and argue and be in the wrong to a certain extent without it being a sin. Dude was in the wrong for being mean to her, that doesn't make it bad writing, people are just wrong sometimes. Idk, am I alone on this? Not thinking that Beth needed to be coddled and treated like a lil kid? She wasn't ''written like an adult'' either, she acted her age, I think. Which is one (1) of the reasons I'm so taken aback to learn that they were intentionally trying to write romantic tension, because they very much wrote her to be a young naive teenager 💀

#beth greene #daryl dixon #this was my teenage fixation and it's my fault for paying attention to what the show said and did lmaooo #this was a crazy ass tv show at times <3 with the messy people I promise

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kanmom51 · 3 years ago

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I simply do not understand why ANY fan is concerned with Jimin calling JK his dongsaeng or even “brother” in English if that’s ever happened, because they are not related. I’m not trying to “prove” a relationship either, for anyone who might claim I’m just overlooking his words. But just based purely on facts, JM and JK are not biological/adopted/step siblings. So they can use whatever familial language they choose and still possibly be dating, because they are not related in any capacity.

Ask 2:

i swear to god i don't want to be too delusional or act like it's the world vs. us, but everything's been so transparent lately, and i don't want to think non-jikookers translators are being purposefully anti-jikook translating what jimin said the way they did, but i really don't get what they chose to put words that he never said into his mouth. i've seen big accounts translating what he said into <the hyungs see jk as my actual/real little brother> and i really don't expect them to+

read what jimin said as irrevocably romantic, but jimin's statement was vague/ambiguous enough to deserve at least an open interpretation, but instead they decided to go for a translation that varely even resembles what the og statement tried to convey. We can't know for sure what jimin means by <not just my dongsaeng> and i'm sure they were as confused as we are, but what mentals gimnastics they had to do to take that and translate it into <my real/actual sibling> beats me, and the worst+

Ask 3:

JM carefully worded the Hyungs/Dongsaeng comment in a way that would not be confused as in him saying "in hyung's eyes, hes just my dongsaeng" as in him speaking about himself, how he sees JK. People are saying that's what he meant. Why are they so damn scared & out to prove they're brothers? JM made it clear to the hyungs and to others JK is seen as just his dongsaeng, which he is, but to JM he is more then that. I don't think JM could be more clear. You don't have to speak Korean to understand

The whole "JM called JK his younger brother" is part of the "they can't be a couple" agenda.

Ask 4:

I'm so confused why are all the antis celebrating saying the hyungs might seem to think he's just my dongsaeng proves JM shut down Jikook for good. Like did I miss something? Did someone interpret it different. Are they in a crisis and have gone into panic mode? what did I miss? This is nothing new. JM said this a couple of weeks ago, so why are all of them celebrating today? What happened? Did K-army's say something? I mean, It sounds to me like JM is saying to him JK is more then his dongsaeng

It doesn't matter that they are not blood related. They are trying to create a frame to the relationship, one that doesn't allow another possibility to the nature of the relationship between them.

They are clearly super close. Closer than just friends. But god forbid, they can't be an actual couple, could they? So, let's find ways to explain this off:

First attempt - "It's all queerbaiting fanservice. A BH conspiracy to hide TKK, the actual gay couple within BTS, creating another not real gay couple (so it's ok for JK to be gay with JM but not with Tae?). It's all an act, scripted by the company, nothing is real, so stop saying they are close you delusional Jikook's."

Second attempt - "The first attempt sounds a bit too conspiracy theory, so this one is easier to swallow. They are close, but hey, they aren't a couple guys. JM is a replacement for JK's older brother and JK is a replacement for JM's younger brother. They are brothers, y'all, so don't be all weird and say they are a couple, that's just ew, they're brothers."

And yet again, this agenda is pushed with twisted and incorrect translations to JM's words in bubblegum talk.

#ask #anon

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girlmeetsliv3 · 4 years ago

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Lilies of the Valley XI

A/B/O!BTS x Reader

Flowers can have different meanings depending on the flower shape, color, and method in which they are presented. Lilies are my favorite for such a simple flower can have so many distinct meanings.

“ Considered a harbinger of good luck, health, and fertility. Over the years, the flower has been adopted a sign for eternal love.”

Release Date: 06/22/20 @ 7 pm

previously ~ next

YN had remained quiet and tense during the car ride, not wanting to speak for she was afraid what might slip out her tongue. She couldn't tell if Hoseok and Namjoon picked up on her silence, but figured that she could shrug it off if they questioned her. Thankfully she wasn't in the car for long, as the house soon came into sight. It took all of her strength not to throw open the car door and bolt towards her room, but that would only arouse suspicion. So instead, she waited until Hoseok opened the door for her. Interlocking their hands the second she stepped out and leading her into the parlor where the rest of them were waiting. Each of them was scattered around the room each entertaining themselves their way, but YN's eyes immediately found Jungkook. Laying outstretched in the couch with a sketchpad in his lap, as the pencil in his hand moved rhythmically.

“How did the appointment with Dr. Lee go?” Taehyung asked, setting down his book. Dr. Lee? “It went well though it wasn’t Dr. Lee that saw me.” At this Taehyung quirked an eyebrow, YN figures that perhaps she should’ve lied but figured that she didn’t have to tell them everything. “Oh? Who was it then?” There was something in Taehyung’s dark chocolate eyes that YN didn’t want to read into. “I don’t know some woman with a weird last name. I don’t remember.” She shrugged and that seemed enough to quell the beta, at least for now.

Jungkook had yet to look up from his sketch pad and YN desperately needed to speak to him but was trying to think of a way to lure him away that didn’t draw attention from the others. So YN walked towards where he was sitting and planted herself on the ground near his head, “What are you drawing?” She spoke softly, gazing at him instead of the drawing. Jungkook turned, flashing her a bright smile. The alpha looked much more at ease since they had mended their relationship, YN wasn’t sure where she stood with the man now. Not after what she found out but knew that Jungkook was the only one that would give her information. The others would surely lie if they didn’t react negatively that is.

“It’s a tiger lily.” Another fucking lily. “It’s my birth flower.” The drawing was beautiful, YN couldn’t deny that much. Jungkook seemed to be staring at her instead of the flower though. As if absorbed by her beauty. It reminded YN of the previous night: of the kiss with Namjoon and the intimate moment between the others. She had felt nice, safe, warm in the men’s arms and now there were so many thoughts bouncing around her head. It hurt. Everything. YN leaned further in her lips brushing against the shell of Jungkook’s ear, “I need to speak with you.” When she leaned back Jungkook’s doe eyes were wide and in shock. All it took was the slight tilt of her head and Jungkook jumped off the couch, immediately grabbing YN’s hands and pulling her away from the rest of them.

YN didn’t need to turn back to know all their eyes were on them.

Jungkook’s room had a specific aesthetic: very minimalistic with what looked like purposeful clutter. Especially toward the back corners where one was dedicated to his computer, cameras, and gaming station. The other was littered with art supplies, though YN did notice a framed picture of all the men on his bedside table. Jungkook took a seat at the edge of his bed noticeably tense despite what seemed like excitement just moments before. YN had only ever been in Namjoon’s room and it had been a very different environment. Perhaps because the lead alpha exuded charisma and a certain intensity the others did not possess. Jungkook on the other hand often went to extremes with his personalities, especially when it came to her. Tentatively YN walks towards Jungkook deep in thought about how to approach this.

Why Jungkook? Why did you do this? Why take the blame all these years? Why didn’t you just tell me the truth? Why did all of you lie to me?

“What’s wrong, Lily?”

That made YN stop in her tracks. Lily? She had noticed the men referring to her by the nickname but didn’t think much of it before. Now though it meant everything. “Why do you guys call me lily?” She tried to make it sound like genuine curiosity but wasn’t sure it would work.

“You smell like lilies. It’s a nice smell.” Was that it? It couldn’t be. Jungkook’s nerves seemed to have subsided somewhat and he moved back. Patting the empty spot next to him on the bed. YN was beginning to feel unsure about what to do. She didn’t exactly have a plan and figured that it wouldn’t be easy to put the young alpha’s guard down. Unless… YN walked diffidently, instead of taking the empty spot next to him YN chose to straddle the man. Jungkook wasn't expecting it, nonetheless, his hands immediately came to rest on her waist. His grip sturdy, yet comforting.

“Can I kiss you?” YN whispers, not being able to look at Jungkook’s eyes. It might appear coy, but in reality, YN was afraid he would be able to figure out her plan the second their eyes met.

Instead of replying, Jungkook went ahead and kissed her. His soft pink lips taking their time to ease her into the kiss, entirely different from the way the others kissed her. After a couple more seconds, YN parted her lips letting Jungkook take control. She lost track of how much time had passed, but any last nerves the alpha had melted away the longer they kissed. YN finally ended the kiss, taking a deep breath pretending it was due to the kiss instead she was preparing for what she was about to ask. She hid her head in Jungkook’s neck nuzzling his scent gland and she could swear she heard him whine.

“Bite me.”

Jungkook immediately tensed, pulling YN away from his neck and forcing her to look at him. “What?” His eyes moved erratically as if he didn’t understand where any of this was coming from.

"I'm nervous about doing it with the others and it's been a while. It won't hurt since you've already bitten me." She wasn't being serious but she did need to see his reaction. YN Needed to be certain that what the doctor had said was true.

“It should be with all of us present. Namjoon-hyung should be the one to bite you since he’s the lead alpha.” Jungkook was shaking his head, refusing in every sense of the word.

YN’s hands cupped his cheeks and she planted a small smile on her face. “Yeah, I know but I’m nervous. I don’t know how I’ll react or what is expected of me. I trust you Jungkook and -”

“No. I said no and that’s enough.” The transformation occurred in the blink of an eye and YN was immediately beginning to regret her idea. Maybe she should’ve attempted to do this with one of the betas. YN tried to move off Jungkook’s lap but his grip held her in place. “We’re all mates and it wouldn’t be fair. We’ve already been together and then you left. Ran away. I don’t want that to happen again.” His arms tightened around her every word he spoke, his pupils dilating in quiet anger. “So we’ll do it together. I can talk to Namjoon if you want. I’ll explain you’re nervous - he’ll understand.” Jungkook had the same look on his face that Namjoon had the previous night. Animalistic almost. As if he was more alpha than human at that moment.

“Okay, Jungkook.” YN’s tone wavered a bit, but Jungkook seemed happy with her acceptance allowing her to move off his lap. YN swallowed thickly, “I’m going to go to the bathroom.” Jungkook nodded, a smirk on his face. “I’ll wait for you.”

Before she left Jungkook called to her, “Anything else you want to ask me?” He knew. He had to. There was no other way around it, he had figured her out.

“Yeah, um, where the others around during my first heat?”

“Yes,” Jungkook said with ease. “They were in the house but didn’t participate. You should know, you asked for them to be there. Remember?”

“Ah, there you are.” Seokjin had caught her while she was attempting to sneak away back to her house. “Can I speak to you for a bit? It’s important.” YN nodded, still dazed with that had happened with Jungkook. “Are you okay? You’re a bit pale.” Seokjin’s large hand cupped her chin, tilting her head upwards. Seokjin’s scent was always calming and YN wondered how that occurred when he was an alpha. Seokjin pecked her lips quickly, not bothering to ask, before telling her to follow him.

All of the men's rooms were located on the second floor of the house, except Namjoon's who was on the third, despite this, there was a complicated layout to it. YN was certain that it would be easy to get lost and began to think that was done purposefully. Especially because Seokjin turned so many corners and different directions only to end up in the group's study. The room was a combination of all their differing tastes and had looked somewhat incohesive until YN had organized it while in her nesting craze.

“What is it, Seokjin?” The alpha went towards the computer in the center, unlocking it and searching for something.

“Your parents contacted us.” His eyes darted to her momentarily before focusing back on the screen.

“They contacted you?” There was a second question there, but YN didn’t feel the need to voice it knowing Seokjin would pick up on it.

Having found what he wanted Seokjin printed it out, an email, and handed it to her. “They apologized for their behavior and everything that occurred at the party. They stated that they feel remorseful and understand if you don’t wish to speak with them for a while.” It was all a bit too much. Everything that was occurring to YN right now. Perhaps noticing how the omega’s shoulders were shaking and the unshed tears in her eyes, Seokjin pulled her into an embrace.

“Why didn’t they just tell me?” Why did they abandon me? Is it because - Once again her thoughts headed towards a dark direction and YN wondered if her life would have turned out differently, better, had she been a beta. “I don’t know sweetheart.” She wasn’t sure how she should feel being comforted by the man, but she desperately needed a hug. “There’s something else, YN.” YN gently pulled away from Seokjin stepping back to leave space between them. Not trusting her voice not to falter, YN nodded encouraging him to continue.

“Your parents are cutting off their financial support. They said things have gotten tough and they can’t afford to maintain both you and your sister.”

Now that provided a different kind of problem because if YN wanted to get out of the house, she'd have nowhere to stay. Unless she roomed with Rosé but YN found that unlikely, Rosé didn't have enough money for the two of them. "Don't worry I already spoke with the others and we've agreed to help Rosé out." YN snapped out of her thoughts. "What do you mean?" Why would they need to help Rosé?

“Your parents were paying the rent, so Rosé didn’t. Which is a good thing because she couldn’t afford it anyway and your landlords don’t seem very lenient. Considering they kicked you out without remorse.” Seokjin’s tone was blunt and careless, his arms crossed across his chest. It then dawned on YN what all this was. What they were doing. Surely they knew by now, they must’ve. YN was being cornered and cut off being implicitly told that she couldn’t leave without there being consequences. It wasn’t just about her anymore, but her best friend as well. They were providing financial support to Rosé in the case YN acted out of line.

"Thank you. I appreciate it. I'll speak to Rosé about it later on today."

The day dragged on and soon dinner rolled around, YN found herself getting cornered once again but this time by Jimin. "Can I ask something of you?" The others were setting up the table while Seokjin was plating the food. "Sure." Jimin was practically bouncing on his feet, it made her anxious though she would never state so. "Can you sleep with us?" YN's eyes widened and she shook her head immediately, Jimin only chuckled though. "Not like that perv. I meant in our bed," His eyes dragged seductively along her figure. "It would be nice and it's something we should do before we continue." Jimin didn't elaborate anymore, in fact, he didn't even let her answer. Simply kissing her before walking away. Ar this rate YN was beginning to entertain the usage of a mask, but what worried her wasn't how often they were kissing her. Rather than biologically speaking, she enjoyed it - deeply so.

Seokjin had cooked Samgyeopsal, Japchae, and kimchi - upon Jungkook’s insistence - the food was marvelous, but that was to be expected. The men were rambunctious and loud as they typically were, though YN was much quieter compared to them never to the degree she was tonight. Her silence the cause of her attempting to form a game plan for what to do: does she confront the men? Does she simply try to escape? Without monetary support, the only place that would welcome her was the boarding house, but that wasn’t an agreeable option. Not to mention they would assign her a social worker and have to prove that her environment was a hostile one - which it wasn’t explicitly. For as progressive as living near the city was, it didn’t compare to the rights omegas had in other countries. The way they could govern themselves without needing a mate.

“YN.”

All their eyes were on her, YN realized they must’ve been speaking to her, and being so lost in her thoughts, she had failed to notice. “I’m sorry, I zoned out for a bit. What were you saying?” They all stared at her with such intensity, YN nearly cowered in her seat.

“My rut is coming soon and that can tend to somewhat trigger the others,” Namjoon spoke, his voice was calm and the words seemed planned. “I hate to put you on the spot and don’t want you to feel pressured, but we wanted to know if you would participate.”

Fuck. “i-I’d have to think about it. I promise to let you all know.” Hopefully, that would be enough of an answer for them. YN hoped they wouldn’t truly pressure her into anything, though from their modus operandi it didn’t seem like it.

"Don't worry, it isn't that big a deal," Taehyung states, cutting up his food and placing it in his mouth. YN wonders if that is a lie too. Out of the corner of her eye, YN can feel Jungkook staring at her. The look seems inquisitive, but she ignores him and focuses back on the food.

“You startled me,” YN says as she tries to calm her racing heart. It seems the men could not leave her alone for a second. YN had stated that she was going to shower and change, Jimin had told her to ‘hurry’ and that they would keep the bed warm. YN had to control the shivers that threatened to go down her spine. Yoongi was leaning against the door of her room, a small smile on his face. “Jimin was persistent that I make sure you did not run away.” It sounded like a double entendre even if it likely wasn’t meant that way. “Truthfully, however,” Yoongi sighed, “I wanted to check up on you. You seem a bit off since the doctor’s appointment.”

Was it that noticeable? Maybe they were just more observant than she’d ever give them credit for. Speaking about the appointment wasn’t the best way to, YN knew she would slip up and reveal too much. Instead, YN decided to ask the one thing she’d always wanted to know, the one propelling force in their bond.

“What is the pack bond like? I mean what does it feel like?”

Yoongi remained silent for a while, still staring at YN but not fully acknowledging her as if lost in thought. The silence lasted so long YN assumed he just wasn’t going to answer, resigning herself to yet another failed attempt. Until Yoongi finally spoke.

"Have you ever been by yourself in nature? Surrounded by nothing but grass, trees, the sound of birds, the breeze of the wind. Surrounded by life. At that moment, you feel connected to the earth. As if you were not a singular being, not an anomaly, but apart of something greater: a part of life. There is no reason to question your existence or your purpose in life because you are simply a part of this grander tale. No more or less important than the flowers on the ground."

The fixed look Yoongi gave her spoke much more than his words ever could. "It might sound silly, but that was the pack bond feels like. That's what I felt like seeing Namjoon that first time, meeting the others, and seeing you in that field during school. It felt as natural as breathing and as beautiful as living." So consumed where the two of them by each other at that moment that both failed to notice what information had been revealed. It would not be until later that they would realize it as well. YN felt her heart skip a beat and she took a tentative step towards the beta.

“Yoongi -”

At that moment the phone would ring, his phone, Yoongi answering it with urgency. YN recognized Hoseok's voice from the other side, but couldn't decipher what he was saying. Suddenly YN heard the sound of police sirens off in the distance when her eyes met Yoongi's again the betas glare was cold and unforgiving. He hung up the phone and turned around, not even sparing a glance at her as he opened the door.

“Stay inside.”

It wasn’t a suggestion. It was an order. The door closed behind him and YN stood frozen on the spot trying to wrap her mind around everything that had just happened. Her feet led her to the door before her mind could catch up, her hand rising to meet the knob only to find it locked. YN tried again, tried with both, she pushed and pulled against the doors but they wouldn’t budge. This was it. He’d locked her inside. He’d locked her away.

“Yoongi! Yoongi open the door! Yoongi open the door! Please! Open the door!”

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blanket-hole · 4 years ago

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Im calling this the faberry files cos I feel like a spy when I'm really just very gay

This is just basically timestamps of every faberry moment I could find as I was rewatching season 1-3. I don't know if anyone wants to see it but I just put it here cos why not. I wasn't really planning on posting it but here we are so it features my gay ass commentary. Anyway there u go.

gay ass looks-

-1x04- so far I’ve seen a gay ass look Quinn gives Rachel at 35:36

-1x05-39:50-not that gay but a little bit, also long

-1x09-43:02 she looks so adoring

-1x10-during endless love

-1x11-9:37 voiceover is mean but just look at those eyes and tell me I’m wrong,34:00 she literally looks so adoringly I can’t

-1x12-10:41 pretends not to see her only to look straight (or not) at her

-1x15-35:02 they’re even talking about love at the time and sitting weirdly close for enemies

-1x16-41:30

-1x20-43:06 I can’t really see where she’s looking under those long ass lashes but I think when Rachel does that little giggle she stares at her while smiling, might just be Faberry goggles tho

-1x22-9:05 I think thats like the cutest smile my little gay heart, 14:23 Quinn is fully checking her out rn like not even subtle they’re on stage

-2x04 16:12, 41:48 at Rachel singing

-2x07-23:19 that could in no way be regarded as a platonic look of enjoying the song, especially since its just started

-2x09- 43:04 part of dog days but its just so cute them holding hands also weird since they are still meant to hate each other lol

-2x10-6:03 this could just be my Faberry goggles but im counting it :D, 31:20 staring at Rachel while she looks sad

-2x11-11:04 could be at puck but she was looking at Rachel before when they were further apart so imma take the w also Diana looks really cute in this bit

-2x16- 4:27 is being kinda mean but also the way she looks at her <3<3<3 :DD also 5:21 if u don’t want to wait through a bit of a scene and the look then is suuuuper gay, 43:17 she looks so proud of her girlfriend :DDDDD

-2x18-52:49 she looks like such a proud girlfriend in this bit

-2x21-1:29 its only a quick look from Quinn tho

-3x06-28:26 Quinn gives Rachel the GAYEST lingering look at the end of the song (unless my eyes deceive me but I don’t think they do cos I’ve checked like 3 times :DDD)

-3x07- 25:00 this is possible the outright gayest look from Quinn ive ever seen, its during one of the songs but I had to put it in

-3x08- 41:10 the look of joy on Quinns face when Rachel touches her shoulder is just pure gay energy

-3x14- 17:27 ‘for the rest of my life’ looks at Quinn, ffs just get married already, 24:07 she literally bites her lip like wth how is this not canon

-3x19- 39:08 kind of but Quinn looks really happy when he says Rachel Berryand its so cute

Scenes together-

-before I had this idea- the “eavesdrop much” talk, and a couple of other things e.g. the ru Paul scene and the sweetie scene.

-1x05-41:59 during somebody to love weird foot tap thing

-1x06- 18:34 gay ass looks as well, 22:58

-1x07-21:45, 28:53 (the you obviously have a lot you need to express scene), 32:07 they just get wierdly closer for no reason

-1x09-26:09 not much but still

-1x13-3:06, 11:01

-1x15-34:18 sitting really close together next to each other when they’re meant to not like each other?

-1x20-5:42 they also sit really close and a bit of gay staring

-2x02 35:40 (on left of stage next to mike) they’re seen really close and talking, 38:55 standing unreasonably close and also in weird positions for a conversation, 31:28 Quinn looks really sad when Rachel sings to Finn (could also be a Fuinn thing tho so idk)

-2x04 28:11

-2x08-9:44

-2x13- 30:51

-2x14-8:19 its shortcut the level of gay panic on Quinns face is enough for its own spot

-2x15-0:03 how closeted is it to be the only two in the celibacy club fighting over a guy that neither of them want or need lmao I just think its really funny

-2x16-9:31 the level of gay panic on racehls face when she says she’s right is just a mood, 22:27 I think this is a scene about miscommunication and Quinn blatantly states that she thinks Rachel is much better than Finn and that she believes in her I have a lot of feelings about this scene but ill leave it at that

-2x17-16:20

-2x18-2:38 not much tho, 10:53 they’re being civil and touchy feely also leads into pretty/unpretty, 21:50 when it pans to Quinn it makes it seem like it would be a Fuinn jealousy scene but she doesn’t look jealous at all just a bit sad i think she possibly is worried about Rachel and while she understands (which is why she’s helping) she wants her to feel beautiful in her own skin sorry if I read a bit too far in lol

-2x20-29:42, 33:12, 35:30 I love how finn last episode said Quinn was so closed off with her feelings and then this scene like maybe she can be herself around Rachel idk

-3x01-10:57 Skank Quinn fully checks Rachel out as she’s leaving in this scene also right after a scene where she said she’s not interested in the boys

-3x05-22:55 talking about finchel tho

-3x08-0:00, 21:54, 37:48

-3x11-14:28,20:00 is also a gay ass look but shes talking to Rachel so I put it here

-3x12-13:09 she only taps Rachel tho

-3x13-15:43 Quinn is acting like the stereotypical ‘gentleman’ and its very Faberry canon esque, to put it the best can

-3x14-34:28 this scene I just can’t the way Quinn lights up when she see her and her voice softens a bit and what she said this is the gayest scene no-one can explain it it a hetero way just ahh

-3x15-10:28 they’re holding hands :DD

-3x19-31:48

-3x22-23:12 those tickets cost so much money I swear they should have been way better friends after high school pft, 40:15 Quinn looks so proud of her girlfriend

Possible scenes, could be just drama-

-1x09-29:27 could be at Rachel

-2x10-12:40 kind of about being sad about Finn but could be jealousy?

-2x16- 34:47 could be about Faberry but is framed as finchel or fuinn

-2x17- 37:28 probably just finchel drama but still Faberry jealousy

-2x18-17:16 they say how they’re ‘fighting about Rachel again’ and Im putting it in idc about finchel :DD

-2x19- 23:19 more about Fuinn like always in this category but Faberry jealousy

-2x22-2:27, 3:29, 8:25 finchel/fuinn/faberry jealousy

Sitting really close when they’re meant to not like each other-

-1x15-34:18

-1x19-32:33

-1x20-19:16 in the scene Quinn kinda checks her out but then they stand really close so I put it here

-2x02 23:24 sits really close to Rachel when she dresses in her Britney Spears costume and in the scene Quinn looks like she’s purposefully trying not to look at her and at 29:20 Quinn chose to sit right behind Rachel again, 39:52 seen sitting right behind her again

-2x10- 35:03 standing really close when it would make a difference if Quinn stood anywhere else (e.g. next to her friends or boyfriend) I just think its weird lol

-2x15- 6:28 (before Quinn starts plotting against Rachel, they’re in celibacy club together but all they do is argue so its still a bit weird)

-3x07- 4:54

I dont know where to put this-

-2x17- 35:10 they kinda just look a bit nervous and small interaction I just wanted to add this because I thought it was cute the way they moved around each other idk

-2x20- 14:46 Rachel knows Quinns eyes so well she knows the flower and colour of the ribbon (also gardenias are for secret love which it would surprise me if Rachel already knew)

-3x04-20:26 Rachel isn’t sitting near her boyfriend or anyone she’s even really friends with its a bit weird that shed be sitting in the corner right next to Quinn away from the other chairs

Songs- Ive probably missed a bunch of these but I tried lmao-

-somebody to love

-halo

-ride with me

-no air

-keep holding on

-bust a move

-proud Mary

-crazy in love

-imagine- there is a gay ass look

-you can’t always get what you want

-dont rain on my parade

-my life would suck without you

-gives u hell

-hello goodbye

-like a prayer

-home(kind of)

-give up the funk

-any way you want it

-faithfully

-dont stop delieving

-Empire State of mind

-ice ice baby

-toxic

-damn it Janet

-time warp

-sweet transvestite

-start me up/living on a prayer

-hot patootie

-forget you

-umbrella/singin in the rain

-I think I wanna marry you

-just the way you are

-ive had the time of my life

-Valerie

-the Dog days are over

-the most wonderful day of the year

-welcome Christmas

-heads will roll/thriller

-fat bottomed girls

-sing

-blame it on the alcohol

-tik tok

-do you wanna touch

-afternoon delight

-get it right

-loser like me

-pretty/unpretty

-born this way

-pure imagination

-New York New York

-Fix you

-last Friday night

-hit me with your best shot/one way or another

-I cant go for that/ you make my dreams

-I kissed a girl

-feed the world

-summer nights

-we found love

-gotta be starting something

-Im sexy and I know it

-stereo hearts (not technicaly but a lot of Faberry so I’m putting it in)

-fly/I believe I can fly

-heres to us

-its not right but its okay

-its all coming back to me now

-paradise by the dashboard light

-we are the champions

-tongue tied

-you get what you give

#faberry #rachel x quinn #quinn x rachel #rachel berry #quinn fabray #glee

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Hell is a Relative Term (1/2)

Title: Hell is a Relative Term Category: Plays/Musicals » Les Misérables Author: AliceInSomewhereland Language: English, Rating: Rated: T Genre: Supernatural/Romance Published: 05-21-13, Updated: 05-22-13 Chapters: 2, Words: 9,662

[Part I] [Part II]

Summary: Eponine is one of the few who stand between humanity and hell, sworn to fight evil and protect the helpless, even if it costs her her own life. Vampire slayer!Eponine. e/e. Rated for language/content

Original author’s note: Ok guys, here we go with fic #2 for the Fic War on tumblr! This one was a prompt from tumblr user poeticbibliophile: "Modern AU prompt? One line for you, m'amie — 'Are you afraid of the good you can do?' from Les Miz, V. Hugo. Tag me if you chose this. TY!"

Part I

What if I told you the stories were true?

What if you knew that there really are things that go bump in the night? Things that live under your bed and in your closet just as much as they live in your mind, things that stalk you in the dark and prey on your terror? That all the monsters your parents ever promised you were pretend exist? That sometimes, people die, evil wins, and that the light cannot always banish your fears?

The world was hell.

There was no other way to put it.

No one really knew why these creatures existed, but they did. They ruled the night, mauling and feasting and terrorizing the population all the world over. It had always been this way; God had long ago forsaken the world and its inhabitants. Hell had swallowed Earth, and its demons walked with sorry humanity.

But there were people to fight it. Men and women, chosen for their strength, their character, their skill. They were given tasks, they learned the weaknesses of the different creatures, and eventually specialized in one specific type of Hellbeast.

"Eponine!" a voice shouted.

A young woman, olive-skinned, brown-eyed and dark-haired, stopped short, closing her eyes in trepidation before slowly turning.

"I've been looking for you everywhere," the man said sternly. He was middle-aged, with a close-cropped, graying haircut and a beard that matched. "I want you to patrol tonight."

The girl, Eponine, clenched her jaw. "I promised my brother I would be home tonight. He needs me. You have Musichetta, send her instead."

"Don't question me," he scolded. "I'm sending you."

When Eponine opened her mouth to protest, the man cut her off. "You are a vampire slayer, Jondrette. This is your job. This is your duty. You were chosen to protect the people of the world, and you will patrol tonight."

"One of those people I have to protect is my brother, Javert," she snapped. She loved the man, but he so frequently forgot that she was one of the rare slayers who had people at home to take care of. She had yet to lose everything, and she planned on keeping it that way. "I have a duty to him, too. And I promised him I would be there tonight. Send Musichetta instead."

Without waiting for his response, Eponine turned on her heel. She knew that Javert would probably punish her later for her insubordination, but she didn't care. Gavroche needed her.

Eponine was a vampire slayer. One of few slayers, in fact. Most of the women who became slayers died young.

It was not a fate she coveted.

In fact, she hated everything this life. But she had been chosen, as Javert constantly reminded her, by a power bigger than herself. And since he was her Guardian – the Guardian of all the slayers in this quadrant – and essentially her boss, it was he she answered to.

She was on the train, headed home to her brother. The dark world rushed by her, and she wondered how many vampires were out and active tonight.

She hated them with a burning passion. When they Turned, they kept their souls, but the bloodlust was so intense that they rarely heeded what little remained of their consciences. Eventually, most lost themselves in the Hunger or went insane from the guilt of what they did when their urges were unbearable. Most that she had met, however, loved killing. She had yet to meet a truly guilty vampire.

True to legend, they could not be in sunlight, and a stake to the heart or a clean swipe of the head from the shoulders would kill them immediately. Crosses, churches, hallowed ground – all unbearable to them. They couldn't even speak the name of God; that's how damned they were. They were vicious, evil creatures, and she wanted nothing more than to kill them all.

She hated being a killer, but she loved the fight, loved the moment when they lost. She would watch them victoriously, almost arrogantly, as they died in front of her. It gave her a rush, and afterwards, she would run through the streets, high on adrenaline, hungry and horny and happy.

She would find Montparnasse when she could, but otherwise she would grab a burger and indulge at least one of her urges until the high wore off and the real world crashed down on her again.

Several weeks later found Eponine back on patrol and deep in the throes of combat with a vampire. She could almost taste her victory when she felt, rather than saw, the presence of more of the loathsome bloodsuckers.

Panic bubbled up in her; she faltered and was knocked to the ground. She could feel blood trickling down from her brow, and her opponent, standing above her now, bared his teeth menacingly. She was surrounded

"Good job, little 'un," a grating woman's voice cooed.

Eponine felt her insides go cold. From her place on the ground, she stared up into the eyes of her mother.

She had hated her parents when they were alive, and had not been surprised when the police showed up one night, delivering the news of their deaths. She was, however, surprised when she saw them months later, their faces twisted as they sucked a woman dry.

But that was years ago, well before she was a slayer.

"Hello little Eponine," the creature that was once her mother sang.

Eponine pounced, fighting like a madwoman. But she was outnumbered; she only managed to slay the original vampire she was battling before she was repeatedly beat down… by her mother and her father and the rest of their gang.

Her father wrenched her head back by her hair, exposing her neck. This is it, she thought, fighting against those who were pinning her to the ground. I'm about to become another dead slayer.

The vampire broke her skin with his teeth, followed on the other side by her mother, and Eponine heard herself cry out. It all seemed to be happening from somewhere else; she knew and understood that she was dying, but she couldn't feel it, barely noticed it. Heaviness spread through her body, and her eyes began to get heavy.

Just before they closed, she became aware of a movement to her left. Her mother was ripped away from her neck.

Then everything went black.

When Eponine woke, she felt like she had been out drinking all night. Her body was heavy, her head was pounding, and she felt sick.

When her eyes adjusted to the daylight seeping in through a crack in the curtains, she looked around – turning her head slowly so as to prevent the exaggeration of her nausea and headache.

The room was simple, bare. There was some framed art on the gray walls, though her eyes were too weak to make out the pictures. A small flatscreen TV was on a small bookshelf that was packed with more books than DVDs, and even more books were piled on the dresser near the bed, as well as on the nightstand next to her. Those, she could make out: The World According to Garp, an anthology of the works of Sartre, Catch-22.

The bedspread was red, the sheets were white. Thick, black curtains were pulled together, though a ray of bright sunlight streamed through a crack.

Where was she?

Eponine wasn't sure how much time had passed, but she was several pages into The World According to Garp (whoever lived here had great taste in literature – this was one of her favorite books) before a gentle knock rapped on the door and it opened.

A man stepped in. Tall, curly blonde hair, casually dressed in dark jeans, a white v-neck t-shirt (that gave her a peek of just a little hair on his chest below a defined collarbone), and a black jacket. He was like a marble statue come to life. His eyes, she noticed, were impossibly blue, and his face was achingly handsome. A small bit of stubble covered his jaw and the top of his neck. She had no idea whatsoever who he was.

"How are you feeling?" the man asked. Eponine, in spite of herself and the weirdness of the situation, found that she liked his voice.

Instead of answering – Eponine hated answering direct questions, especially when she didn't know the inquirer – she countered, "Who the hell are you, and how did I get here?"

The man perched himself on the edge of the bed, purposefully staying as far from her as he could. Still, he smirked at her. "I saved your life last night, Slayer. You were outnumbered by the Thénardier Coven, and they would have killed you."

Eponine glared at him. "They took me by surprise," she grumbled. Then, "How did you know I'm a slayer?"

The man snorted. "You slayers wear your rank like a badge of honor. It's impossible not to know."

Eponine actually felt a little affronted, even though he had answered the question lightly.

He shrugged, apparently aware of the insult, and added, "Plus I was watching you."

"What?" she asked, dumfounded and staring at him.

The man grinned again. "I was following the Thénardier Coven, and so were you. You fell for their bait, you know. They were planning to ambush you. You should be more careful," he admonished.

Eponine raised her chin indignantly, but said nothing.

"Yeah, you would've died if it weren't for me," he continued.

He was actually fishing for a thank you. She couldn't believe it.

"Slayers are only women," she pointed out, ignoring his comment.

He ignored hers as well. "You're sleeping in my bed, you know. I saved your life, brought you back here at my own personal risk, nursed your wounds. A 'thank you' wouldn't be unwelcome," he said pointedly. It angered her that he seemed to find all of this so humorous.

She sniffed, realizing that he wouldn't talk about anything else unless she voiced her gratitude. "Thank you," she said tightly.

He smiled. Dear god that was a beautiful smile. "Why, you're welcome," he deadpanned.

"Now, who are you? Where am I?" she asked impatiently.

The man frowned. "You may stay as long as you need. At least, until you are well enough to make it home. Get some rest, and I'll bring you some food. You need your strength," he said, ignoring her questions. He stood, reaching the door in two short strides.

"Why won't you answer me?" she asked, before he could take his leave.

He stopped, hand on the doorknob, the door partially open. Then he shrugged, turning back towards her and seriously replying, "This is the last time you'll ever see me, so it doesn't matter." Then he was gone.

Montparnasse was a vampire.

What was worse, he now belonged to the Thénardier Coven. They were the most violent of the covens in this part of the world, and the most deadly. But also one of the biggest.

Javert had lost many a slayer trying to eradicate their ranks, their power.

Eponine was determined not to become one of them. Especially since she was the human daughter of the clan leaders.

But Montparnasse had been her last friend from her old life. He was in love with her, as a human, but he knew she was uninterested in him, even before she had become a slayer. Still, he had let her use him (not that he didn't console himself with some on the side, anyway – he was no virtuous man).

She felt guilty about how she had treated him now, though. He hadn't deserved to be used for sex. He was a good looking guy, and could've found someone who might have loved him back, even if he had some issues with alcohol and was kind of a klepto.

Eponine found that she was crying as she drove the stake into his heart. She hadn't noticed during their fight, as she was far too entranced by their dance to the death. But she would not lose.

"I'm sorry," she whispered to him as he died.

This time, she felt neither hungry nor happy, and definitely was not horny.

It was Montparnasse that she had gone to for that reason. And here she was, responsible for his death, in so many more ways than just this one.

When she looked up, tears flowing freely from her eyes, she thought she saw a flash of blue eyes and blonde hair disappearing into the shadows, but she couldn't be sure.

Marius, Azelma, and Gavroche were the only good things in her life anymore.

She had met Marius not long after becoming a slayer, and had fallen in love with him almost immediately. Sometimes when she had gone to Montparnasse, it was because she wanted Marius, and she could close her eyes with the other man and pretend that he loved her too.

The thought caused a wave of guilt to flow through her body. The hurt of Montparnasse's death (by her hand) was still very close.

Marius was kind to her, though. He was a sweetheart, always stopping to chat and inquire after her and her sister and brother, always ensuring that she was uninjured and being safe on her patrols.

She hoped that he might someday fall for her too. Eponine felt less damaged and depressed and hopeless around him. Perhaps he would even be willing to put up with the uncertainty of her life, her future, for a few passionate years by her side.

But one evening he ran up to her, more excited and worked up than she had ever before seen him.

"'Ponine! Oh, 'Ponine, I've fallen in love," he told her dreamily, taking her hands in his and spinning her gaily.

For a fleeting moment, Eponine thought her meant her.

"She's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Her hair is long and so blonde, her eyes are beautiful, and my god she probably has a wonderful soul to match."

Eponine gave him a strained smile.

"Can you find her for me, 'Ponine? You know your way around, and you're good at finding people."

Before she could stop herself, Eponine heard herself agreeing to help him.

She found the blonde beauty, all right.

Her name was Cosette.

She was the daughter of Jean Valjean.

Jean Valjean was the patriarch of the Fauchelevent Coven.

That idiot Marius had gone and fallen for a vampire.

Jealousy and contempt bubbled up inside of Eponine. She didn't know what to do with herself. Or with Marius. And when she had told him what she had learned, he had dismissed it.

"Not all vampires are bad, 'Ponine," he insisted. Eponine wanted to punch him for his stupidity. He might as well have been suggesting that he take a leisurely swim in the ocean in the middle of a hurricane. "She's a good one, I just know it. Besides, the Fauchelevent Coven has always been fairly peaceful. They don't attack humans, not like the Thénardier Coven or the Tholomyes Coven or the others."

Eponine stormed out, going on a hunt.

She would kill something tonight. She could only hope that it was a vampire, not that idiot, love struck boy she had left in the bar.

A few hours later, Eponine was on her third kill (she had been on the offensive tonight, though it wasn't strictly protocol to hunt alone and without a secure plan that Javert knew).

That's when she saw him.

When the vampire woman was dead, Eponine spun on her heal, flicking her sweaty hair out of her eyes.

"Why are you following me?" she demanded.

The blonde man regarded her seriously. "You seem angrier tonight than usual."

Her eyes narrowed. "Are you stalking me?"

He gave this some consideration, before replying, "More like ensuring that you don't get yourself into any sticky situations again."

She took an involuntary step closer. His eyes were so blue. "Why?"

He shrugged. "You're not like the other slayers."

"And what is that supposed to mean?"

He thought for a moment. "They're all driven by something. You just go through the motions, but you're so talented. What's keeping you from rising to your full potential? You could be the best slayer alive, if you wanted. You could eradicate the entire Bloodluster population if only you tried."

Eponine regarded him incredulously. "I don't even know you, I'm not talking to you about my reasons for slaying!"

He was watching her closely, looking for something in his face. "Are you afraid of the good you can do?"

Her face darkened. "Look, bro, my reasons for slaying are my own, and are certainly none of your business. And, I will have you know, I'm not afraid of anything."

"Whatever you say," he scoffed.

Eponine shoved him back angrily; he grinned, lazily taking a step back to keep his balance. It only pissed her off more.

"You're intriguing, little slayer," he said, quirking a half-smile at her.

Without missing a beat, she replied, "And you're an annoying jackass, mystery asshole."

He laughed at that.

Eponine still did not know his name, but she began to enjoy his somewhat constant presence when she patrolled. Somehow, he always seemed to pop up in time to see her fight, and ended up staying with her until her patrol was finished just before dawn. Then they would go their separate ways.

"Don't you ever sleep?" she asked as they walked slowly together through the empty streets. No one was ever out at this time of night except for the slayers or the occasional other fighter. She often wondered what his specialty was.

"Don't you?" he countered.

Somehow he always kept things balanced between them. She wasn't sure whether he answered her questions with questions of his own because that's what she did or because he wanted to maintain a certain balance between them. She was fine with boundaries, but the more time she spent with him, the more curious she became. She liked this marble man, this beautiful boy that seemed to gleam with the light of the sun even at night. She wanted to be his friend. She enjoyed hearing about his true friends, the ones that knew him as more than the Marble Man, and she found relief in telling him about her own fucked up life.

Rather than taunting her by knowing her name (which she had never actually told him) while she did not know his, he mostly referred to her as "Slayer" or "Little Slayer." She couldn't decide whether the whole thing was creepy and whether or not she liked his nicknames, nor could she decide if, when he did call her by her name, the shiver that went down her spine was because it sounded so foreign on his tongue or if it was because she liked hearing her name on his lips.

They had become friends, somehow. She wasn't sure what exactly had happened, but she truly did appreciate that he had saved her life, and he hadn't left her alone since, for whatever reason, and she had grown to like his company.

He was driven. He talked a lot about his dreams of helping the people, saving them from these circumstances, finding a way to eradicate the violent covens and hopefully rehabilitate the rest.

Eponine was less in favor of rehabilitation, but her Marble Man insisted that not all covens were violent like Thénardier. He told her frequently that she was blinded by her hate for her parents and what they had become. When he said this, she told him to fuck off and mind his business, usually storming off and leaving him behind. And he usually let her go.

It irritated her to no end that he knew her so well – seemingly without even trying – when she knew nothing about him. Was she that easy to read? He always seemed to guess her emotions – which she had spent so many years learning to hide – without any effort at all. He was always telling her about her potential, about how her circumstances could improve if she only tried a bit harder. He knew her name, he knew her story, but she knew nothing about him. Not even his name.

So one night, she asked him. They had been friends now for a few months. He had watched her fight, had even stepped in a few times when she got a little too close to death for his comfort (though she loved the rush that just escaping death gave her).

"What's your name? You know so much about me, but I know nothing about you."

He was silent for a long moment, and Eponine was fully expecting him to change the subject or stay quiet until she felt humiliated enough by her prying to change it herself, just as he always did. But tonight:

"I'm Enjolras," he told her quietly.

She froze in shock, unable to keep walking. He had actually told her. Her Marble Man had a name, and he had finally given it to her.

After a tense moment, in which she stared at him with an unattractively open mouth and he stared back with trepidation and dark eyes, he stepped up to her. She couldn't read his face as he searched hers, slipping his hand into her own.

Eponine wasn't sure what he found in her face, but he must have been satisfied because he was suddenly turning away, tugging on her hand to pull her with him so they could resume their walk.

But she didn't move. Instead, she tested his name, whispering it into the slight wind. "Enjolras…."

He immediately turned when she said his name, cupping the side of her face with his hands and bringing his lips urgently to hers.

Eponine was waiting for him; her lips parted almost immediately against his, her arms wrapped around his neck, and she pressed herself into him just as he pulled her closer with his free arm.

Enjolras deepened the kiss, meeting the tongue that had only moments ago held his name so tenderly. She shivered as his hand traveled down her rocky spine to rest at the slight valley that had formed at the small of her back.

He kissed her passionately, and she rose to meet the challenge, just as she did with her slaying. His kisses moved from her lips to her jaw, to her neck, to her collarbone. His hand preceded the actions of his lips, tracing their route before he made it. Now, his fingertips traveled down her chest, lips following as he unzipped the jacket she was wearing to reveal her cleavage.

Her hands were entwined in his hair and god she had forgotten how good this felt, and his fingertips and lips and tongue had just reached the top of her breasts when he cried out in pain, leaping away from her.

Eponine stared as a bit of smoke rose from his fingers, as though he had been on fire. He was staring at her with a torn, almost heartbroken, and pained expression.

She knew that she was staring back in horror. Her hand found the pendant buried in her cleavage – a silver cross. It was meant to protect her from her foe.

Anger like she had never before felt suddenly overtook her and she wanted nothing more than to kill him where he stood.

He just continued to stare.

"You're a fucking vampire!" she screamed at him. She could hear the hurt and anger and fear in her voice. What had she done?

"Eponine–."

"No!" she snapped, cutting him off. The way he had implored her with her name – without even needing to say anything else – had twisted her heart in her chest. "If you ever fucking come near me again I will stake you through the heart, and cut your head off, and cause you a lot of fucking pain as I do it!"

Enjolras listened to her scream, holding his burned hand in the palm of his uninjured one. Staring at her with almost heartbroken eyes.

Then he was gone.

#enjonine #enjonine fanfic #enjonine fanfiction #enjonine fic #eponine x enjolras #enjolras x eponine #e/e #é/e

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honhonluigi · 3 years ago

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If I may add my two cents: Sayaka and Makoto apparently used to go to the same school, but never spoke. After an incident that involved Makoto rescuing a crane (I think, my memory is a bit fuzzy), she wanted to talk to him, but never got the chance. She also strongly implies that she has a crush on him. All of this is in her free time events.

How much of that was just her manipulating Makoto is up for debate, but I think if they hadn't been in that situation they could have genuinely bonded. Guess we'll never know.

No, definitely not. I played her free time events. I know what events you're talking about. I think it's all bullshit, and she's just getting closer to him to manipulate him.

First of all, she went to the same middle school but never talked to him. Never spoke a word. She said after she saw him rescue the crane that she "wanted to" but never found the time? Seriously? Bullshit. It takes two fucking seconds to say hi to somebody. She didn't ever take any interest in Makoto before the killing game, and she brought up the crane thing because it was the only thing about Makoto that she could remember, and she wanted to pretend to be interested in him. She wanted to pretend that she always liked him, when she never cared before.

Secondly, she never showed a drop of interest in him until the killing game happened. Even during their 'orientation' when they didn't know what was going on, she still didn't fucking talk to him. She didn't care. She didn't care about him and she wasn't in a rush to get to know him. She only paused for like, two seconds, and was like "oh, you look familiar, do I know you-- Wait, that's Makoto." That was it. She only started spending time with him and acting like his friend after the killing game rules were stated, when she knew she needed a scapegoat to get away with murder. Up until that time, she only said "oh, it's you" and then "never mind, (I don't actually want to talk to you)" and brushed Makoto off when they were first introduced. She was polite when he reminisced with her, but she didn't make any point of talking to him, trying to be his friend, or spending time with him before Monokuma said they needed to murder someone to get out of it.

And then she started laying it on impossibly thick, acting like she was in love with him from Day One. Saying things like "I need you to help me get out of here. Will you help me? Will you promise that you'll help me get out of here?" And "I need you to protect me. Do you promise that you'll protect me, no matter what?" How fucking suspicious do you think that is? Do you think that's her 'being friendly' with him? Are you kidding me? Whenever they talked, their conversations were only about Sayaka needing to get out of there as fast as possible, and begging Makoto to help and trust her. Suspicious as fuck. She never cared about being his friend. She never wanted to get to know him. She just wanted to frame him for murder. She didn't write Leon's name in blood because she cared about Makoto. Are you shitting me? She was going to frame him for murder anyway. She doesn't care if he died. She wrote Leon's name to make sure that he didn't get away with killing her. To get her revenge. She didn't have a 'last minute change of heart'. Kyoko only said that to cheer Makoto up, and Makoto admitted that much.

And the whole 'implying that she had a crush on him'. Where? Free Time Events don't count. At the end of free time events, everyone (including Toko) falls in love with Makoto. That's what FTEs are for. They exist for you to get close to and fall in love with the other character. They all end in a love confession, or at least it's 'implied that they have a crush on him', as you put it. That's why you get their underwear afterwards. Every single free time event in every single game with every single character ends in a crush. That doesn't mean anything.

It is implied that Makoto had a crush on her (though he ignores her to notice Kyoko way more, so he always liked Kyoko better anyway, even when she wasn't trying to get his attention like Sayaka was). Other than FTEs, where is it implied that Sayaka has a crush on him? Nowhere in the first chapter does she imply that. She only acts all innocent and helpless to him, so that he will protect her and do whatever she says. Like let her sleep in his room. Though he likes her, she is never implied to like him back. She just cozies up to him. And even if she did say that she liked him, she would still just be manipulating him.

Hello? She tried to frame him for murder??? That's not something you do to someone that you have a crush on or who you think is your best friend. Of all the people she could have picked, she chose Makoto. She could've picked a total stranger so that she wasn't betraying and actively harming her best friend in the end, but no. She picked him. She didn't care. She singled him out for murder because he was the easiest to manipulate, and she knew that. She did not have a crush on him, and she wasn't his friend. Why would you choose to frame your crush/best friend for murder over any of the other fuckheads in your class?

"If she wouldn't have died then they would've really bonded" Are you forgetting that she chose to frame him for murder? Seriously. She singled him out from everyone else to use as bait. She did not like him. She did not care about him. She was trying to kill him!!!! She only got close to him to manipulate him. Even if she would've lied about a crush, it would have just been to manipulate him farther. She even used the fucking 3-point-rule for making a guy like you: befriend them, inflate their ego, then make them feel sympathetic/protective of you. And touch them a lot, too. She purposefully touched Makoto in weird, awkward moments just so she could lure him in with physical contact.

Seriously, dude. I know all this shit already. I know all about her fucking free time events and everything that she does. I took this stuff into account when I made my opinions. You're not changing my mind or revealing anything. I already know that they went to the same middle school. I already know that she supposedly 'wanted to talk to him'. I already fucking know. You're not going to change my mind by revealing shit that I already know. You're not revealing anything. I don't make my opinions from nothing, and I don't have them for no reason. The things you listed are my evidence for why she doesn't like him and they wouldn't be friends in real life. You're implying that I didn't do her free time events and didn't know anything about them when the game literally forces you to do Sayaka's free time events. "Oh, you only have this opinion because you don't know about THIS, you poor fool!" No, I have my opinions for a reason. I already know that stuff. That stuff is why I formed these opinions.

And let me just make this as clear as possible: If Sayaka actually liked Makoto, then she was an obnoxious Mary Sue.

You don't want to argue this with me. You don't want to make me believe that. Because if you do, then you make Sayaka into the worst fucking possible kind of Mary Sue. You turn her into Chiaki 2.0, and I will hate her if you do that. If you're trying to make me think better of Sayaka by convincing me of this, then you're failing. You will make me despise her instead. I already said why, but I'll summarize again.

I like Sayaka. I really do. I genuinely like her character. And I love Makoto. But I fucking hate this ship. Because of what it means for both of the characters. If you're going to say that Sayaka really was in love with Makoto, then you're taking away everything that I like about her. She didn't manipulate him. She didn't use him. She only hung out with him because she actually just liked him that much!!! Fucking gross, my guy. That means that instead of being ambitious, manipulative, and cunning (which are all the things I admire and love in female characters), you make her into a whiny, stupid, weak, damsel-in-distress comphet Mary Sue love interest. Instead of being an enemy, or a wild card, or a complexity, she becomes nothing more than a boring, bland, nothing character of a Token Love Interest with absolutely nothing else to her. You turn her boring instead of interesting. You take away her agency and her self-reliance and her strength. Now she's just this crybaby weakling who can do nothing but beg another weakling to help her. Most importantly, you take away her flaws. Now that everything she did wrong-- all her lies, all her manipulation, and all her using Makoto-- is gone, then she has now flaws. She's perfect! She's perfect and she's sweet, pretty, kind, damsel-in-distress, a pop star, and she just somehow loooooves the bland plain Main Character, and-- She's a Mary Sue. If she loved Makoto, and she didn't lie to him, and she did nothing wrong, then she is a Mary Sue. You took her flaws. You took anything that made her interesting. Her using Makoto, lying, and doing bad things is what made me love her. It made her stronger. It made her interesting. If she actually loved Makoto, then it completely fucking ruins her character.

And it ruins Makoto's character too. It turns him into nothing more than a shallow fuck-boy who falls for dumb, boring bimbos. If Sayaka was manipulating him, then Makoto fell for her because he was naïve and being lied to. He didn't even stop to think that she might be lying to him. But if he fell for her and she was being honest? She wasn't using every typical tactic in the book to make him like her? Then Makoto was a shallow idiot who just fell for a boring, bland girl because she cried in front of him. Not to mention how forced it fucking is. If she's manipulating him, then there's a good reason to force them to interact. It moves the plot along. But if she just innocently is in love with him, then the only reason they throw them together so often is to force comphet shit. Not for foreshadowing, not for suspense, not for clues later. Just forced comphet. And that's another reason I can't ship them: they're so forced. They only interact because the game says to, and none of their interactions feel real or individual. It's just a typical anime main character crushing on a typical anime waifu-bait love interest. And this has a point if she's manipulating him: that she's throwing herself at him, acting like a typical lovestruck girl to try and make him like her and trust her. But if she's actually into him, it's just forced, purposeless, boring, and lame. It feels out of character for both of them to be together in the way that they were in Chapter 1. I genuinely cannot imagine Sayaka acting like that unless she's overacting to manipulate someone. That's not how she'd be in a relationship.

Makoto is so much better than that. Sayaka is so much better than that. They both deserve better.

The idea of Sayaka actually liking Makoto in the first game is disgusting to me. I don't want to see either of them in a relationship that fucking boring or forced. I don't want to see Sayaka turned into a Mary Sue. I really don't want to be forced to deal with another Chiaki. I don't want to see Sayaka stripped of all her flaws, strengths, intelligence, complexity, and agency and simply diminished into a boring, bland, stupid, weak, damsel-in-distress, typical waifu-bait, token comphet love interest. I don't want to see Makoto stripped of his good-will and naïve innocence, and instead diminished into a shallow douchebag idiot who falls for the first girl who touches him just based on her looks and nothing about her personality. (Because they never got to know each other. He knew nothing about her personality, nor she about him.) They both deserve so much better than this, as characters. It's a disgusting ship that damages both of their characters beyond repair.

That's what I was saying earlier. The fact that I believe that Sayaka was lying and manipulating Makoto is a compliment to her. That's what makes her character good for me. That's why I like her. And like I said earlier as well, if she wasn't doing that, and she was just a goody-goody the whole time, then she's a horrible boring Mary Sue and I hate her. That's why I need to feel that way in order to like Sayaka. People always try to convince me that she wasn't lying or using Makoto, as if that would make me see her in a more positive light. No, that would make me hate her. If I thought that she actually liked Makoto, I would despise her almost as much as I do Chiaki. Her having flaws is so important to me. Let her have flaws, please.

I hate that ship in the context of the first game. If you want to sit there and tell me that it was real, that's gross. That's horrible. That's a terrible ship. If you're going to sit there and tell me that the way Sayaka and Makoto interacted was real, and is their actual relationship, and would be how they would act in a ship, then I think it's disgusting. I despise that ship. Because of how forced and terrible it is, and because of how it destroys both of the characters. Seriously. You're not doing Sayaka any favors in my book by telling me that she was good the whole time. I hate the dynamic of their ship in the first game. It's boring. It's obnoxious. It's bland. It ruins them. It's not cute or endearing at all. If you're going to tell me that this dynamic is real, and is what a relationship would be like between the two of them, then damn-- I hate Sayaka and I hate Makoto too. That is such a shitty dynamic, and it turns them both into shitty unlikable characters.

Now, if you want to ship Sayaka and Makoto without that dynamic, then be my guest. I could see it being interesting where Sayaka is manipulating him for some reason, but ends up falling in love with him after a while, because he's just so nice. I don't know. I can see some potential there. But only if they're both in character, and not obnoxious. And that is not the way that their dynamic in the first game was. If you leave Sayaka as a manipulative conniver and leave Makoto as naïve and innocent, then I can see an interesting ship. But if you take what's in the first chapter between them and make it true? Then it's bad. Then it's forced. Then it's boring and obnoxious. Then both of them are supremely out of character, and you're saying that Sayaka is a Mary Sue and Makoto is a shallow dumbass. It's only interesting as a ship if Sayaka is the manipulative person that she seems to be. If you take the first chapter dynamic and act like that's real, then it's terrible. And it ruins them both. It's not cute. It's not sweet. It's not endearing. It's just obnoxious and bad.

I like the way Sayaka is when she's flawed. Like I said. That's the only way I can like her character. If she wasn't that way, I would hate her. If she was truly the way that she acts with Makoto in chapter one, I would hate her. If she truly liked him, then I would hate her. I need to believe that Sayaka was lying to him if I'm going to like her. And I didn't just 'choose to believe that' because I wanted to. I genuinely believe, based on their characters and the evidence we see in the games, that Sayaka is an ambitious and manipulative person. Again! That's a good thing! And I genuinely believe that she doesn't like Makoto. And I like that. That's better! Don't mistake me. I didn't just choose to believe this because I wanted to. I genuinely believe it, based on the canon of the games. If I didn't believe it, then I would hate Sayaka and Makoto instead. The game leaves it up to the player whether or not they choose to believe Sayaka manipulated Makoto or not. For my own enjoyment, I like to believe that Sayaka manipulated him. But also, I think there is monumental evidence in the game that she was manipulating and using him, and I think there is next to no evidence for her innocently crushing on him. Seriously. There is so much evidence for her manipulating him. I went into character mostly in this rant, but look back at the evidence I did outline. I genuinely believe this because there is evidence to it and it makes sense. And you can believe something else, because the game leaves it ambiguous on purpose, but that doesn't mean that my opinion isn't valid, or isn't coming from a real place. I chose to believe this because I saw the most evidence for it. I didn't just choose it because I 'wanted to'. If I believed Sayaka liked Makoto, I would simply hate her, and dislike Makoto as well. I would change my opinions if I genuinely believed that to be the case. I have my opinions because I genuinely believe it is not the case.

So, no, Sayaka did not have a crush on Makoto. She was never actually interested in being his friend. She was lying to him and manipulating him so she could frame him for murder. They would not have bonded if the situation had been different. I believe that, in a normal highschool setting, Sayaka would see Makoto as not good enough for her, and not interesting. She would either ignore him, or occasionally be his friend for the sake of using him. And if I believed that she actually liked Makoto and wasn't lying to him, then it would ruin both her and Makoto's character, and I would hate them both. Please stop trying to argue that Sayaka is a 'good person' so that I will like her more. It's not going to work. You're just going to make me hate her. I like her because she is allowed to be a bad person.

#don't diminish my girl Sayaka like this #don't take cleverness and ambition from my female characters #don't make them helpless and dumb #I'm begging you

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uwumessenger · 4 years ago

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GWORL YOU ALREADY KNOW WE ALL NEED THE REST OF THE BROTHERS AND THE BOBA DATE o.O you are the CEO of boba date headcanons we need it from you

NFNDKDJDJSJ I KNOW I ALREADY GOT A HANDFUL OF THEM BUT DONT WORRY HERE IT IS ╰(°ㅂ°)╯ SCR EEEEEECH I LOVE BOBA DATES

levi and asmo are here

again, no boba in devildom so u initiate the date B)

Lucifer

hesitant bc hes so busy and pretends to make room in his schedule for it LMAO

the type to look at the menu on yelp in the photo section first fjdjjdjd so he doesnt take long in front of everyone

yes he practices his order long before the day comes

u take him to a hidden gem typa place and it's the type of boba cafe w weird hours like 12PM-5:30PM so u guys just stay from opening to like 4PM

the employees r kinda weirded out bc he gets whatever the most bitter thing on the menu is and when they ask for sweetness he says zERO??? anyway

doesnt care abt what they think 💅🏻

the date itself is fairly cute, lots of catching up and more getting to know each other bc ur never really the person u were a year ago

he allows you to take two (2) selfies with him but ur not allowed to post it ANYWHERE or send it to ANYONE

but as the date wraps up, he tries sending it to himself thru ur DDD and when he types his name he f!cking clicks on the first result (lucifer, mammon, and 5 others) and ends up sending it to tHE GROUP CHAT NDJSKEJEKEK

hes like i meant to do that i changed my mind i want them all to see it but im going to delete it now, as it was just a tease

but on the inside he is DYING bc u already know levi screenshots EVERYTHING

the goodbye is calm but once he gets home..,,,,,oH BOY

Mammon

he acts uninterested but we all know hes buzzing with excitement like levi in the slippers event

you take him to a hole in the wall boba cafe around the early evening (7PM)

it's a simple and tiny place so there's no way for him to steal anything RIGHT

has his eyes on the lucky cat AND the tip jar but all u have to do is hold his hand and he freezes just like his credit card!

he gets the same drink as you

you guys sit on a table outside and spend time catching up and it feels like a movie scene AWE

he tries to be slick with taking candid pics of you

when u call him out on it he offers to take a photo with you as if you were the one asking for it lol

aaaaannnnndddd now it's his lockscreen, wallpaper, contact photo for you, framed photo on his wall, posted with a magnet on the fridge, photo on his new credit card....etc.......

brags to the others and never fails to bring it up when he sees one of them drinking something

only way to get him to stop talking about the boba date is for him to go on another date with you...and then it's nonstop talking about that one too

Satan

it took a while to find one but u bring him to a boba shop inside of a book store

it opens early and u guys are the first customers, then wind up spending pretty much the entire day there

he had the idea for you guys to order for each other seperately and gift each other a surprise book as well

so while you ordered he went looking for the book and vice versa

it was a cute and creative way to see how u guys percieve one another #wowhessosmartandhot

you guys talk about any books you've read while you were seperated

and he ofc asks you about human stuff

you guys leave like 30 minutes before the cafe and store closes but are nice enough to pick up any stray trash before leaving B)

when he gets back to devildom he realizes that you guys never took a photo together but he has a photo of you with the drink and book he chose for you which is good enough

purposefully talks about it excessively only when lucifer is in the room. he knows what hes doing LOLOLOLOL

Beel

he shows his excitement the most WEW

you dont actually bring him to the cafe haha but you pretty much buy one of every dessert they sell in addition to the cafe's house specialty drink (you get like three? two jumbo sizes for him and one for you haha)

they r a nice boba shop so they give u a 25% discount for buying so much

u guys have a picnic under a tree at a really nice park around lunch time

hes mostly asking you questions and listening to you talk as he stuffs his face

but he'll feed you whichever dessert he thinks you'd like bc he knows ur taste palette omg how cute

the type to simply swallow the boba without chewing

drinks his first cup at a pretty reasonable pace but chugs the second one

after that it's mostly you asking questions and him answering so u can finish ur drink

you guys have a silly photoshoot afterward and try to mimic what asmo would do HAHA

when it's time for him to leave he gives u the most comforting hug youve had in ages. it brings tears to both of ur eyes

his silence kills his brothers. the way they dont know what happened....is painful...for them,,,,he too knows what hes doing 😌

Belphie

ofc hes willing to go and visit u but u wanna make him as comfy as possible so u just buy the drinks then wait for him to pull up skrrt to your place

you spend the afternoon with him and it's really relaxing

ah yes, binge watching some good human movies together while drinking boba and cuddling

he knows youre sneaking photos of him and he just lets u do so

bc when u start to doze off he sneaks photos of u back

yall end up sleeping through the movies and u dont have anything to do the next day so sleeping in was the move

before he leaves he asks to go to the boba cafe and buy some stuff for beel

after sneaking the snacks and drinks to beel he immediately brags and unlike the others he makes it sound like it wasnt a big deal and that yall have boba dates often which eNRAGES THEM

and "accidentally" sends the photos he took of u into the group chat (with you) when he feels like starting shit for the hell of it B)

#my fav is satan's bc i think the book and drink exchange is cute #im glad u guys like the boba dates !#obey me!#obey me headcanons #obey me imagines #obey me shall we date #boba date hc #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me beelzebub #obey me beel #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie

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semi-imaginary-place · 4 years ago

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I started watching deca-dence

1: oh what was that called. there’s a name for this tech aesthetic.... also the city is floating on monster goo which is also their energy resource... is that really a good design?????? why is there open access to the monster goo i mean those kids are totally going to fall in. Oh boss dude’s a super secret agent thing. lots of reveals this ep. That action sequence at the end was really cool but wow i do not like those squishing sound effects. also, of all the livestock to raise, why cows??? per pound of protein, cows are horribly inefficient especially when land and resources like water are scare.

2. We have a post apocalyptic society and they kept bagpipes of all things??? I’ve noticed this in fiction and perhaps this is true of real life but sustained conflict coincides with the glorification of the warrior/soldier social class. oh god and now the creators are doing a post moderist take, yay capitalism. this is a good take on the isekai “transported to a game world”/mmo lightnovel genre (see past post). what makes something “real” I was playing of a ttrpg around that concept... mikey’s got all the flags to die horrifically and be part of kaburagi’s tragic backstory. lol kaburagi got turned into a mod. There’s also something dehumanizing and horrifying in managing a society like this all to maintain the status quo. so let’s see if I have this straight, the remnants of capitalism made deca-dence and then a bunch of little robot people who are incentivized via a game system to destroy the squishy monsters. the city design makes sense now it wasn’t made with things like safety or efficiency or any regard for the residents in mind, it was made to look cool. Living in a fuel tank is exactly the type of bullshit to expect from a videogame.

3: kurenai has the vibes of that one cool npc that the the main character out grows to show how strong you’ve become. (the trope is rife with misogyny. who was the one that talked about it? ... femfreq?), wonder what the show will do with it. good job deconstructing the instant expert trope. lit. unregulated capitalism. what is corporations replaced government but for little cyborg people. curious about this minato guy. the 175 years until decommission or whatever makes me wonder how long all of this has been going on. on the screen with the eurasia bubble, were other structures, so i wonder whats happening elsewhere in the world.

4. the game trailer style shots.... the juxtaposition of the tankers discussing battle strategy for a life or death situation, with the cyborgs excited for the next raid event and talking about the game’s story is real good. its a revolving door of mood whiplash. oof dramatic irony since the entertainment corp also seems to control gadoll numbers. Why do none of the Power wear armor? oh right aesthetics and game logic, i answered my own question. I was thinking about this for a little while but kaburagi really does have the set up to be an isekai/mmo light novel protag so I’m really glade we have natsume as well. If done improperly her character type can get kind of annoying, the show did a good job of humanizing her which is important since so much of the disconnect between a game world and a lived reality hinges on her. why isn’t altitude sickness a problem for anyone?

5. yikes. saved twice within the first 10 minutes. maybe dont charge in there natsume. and it was the cool lady too! oh shit limit release. now the stakes are up. isnt kaburagi totally going to get his little head chopped off and the his little green battery extracted.

...

6. I’ve always had a soft spot for the struggle against the inevitable and unmovable. i was wondering how they were managing the squishies population. just where is this lake? what weird ass hazing system has kaburagi ended up in... is this the slow part of the anime? where they save up frames for the finale?

7. i just realized that kaburagi purposefully chose dog faced characters twice in a row. like he can choose to look like whatever he wants and he good, i feel comfortable looking like this. good for him. How did they punch a hole in the wal anyways, mechanically? with gadoll? We’ve see that they can either change the projection surrounding deca-dence, or actually have full control of all material int he bubble. oh kabu-san you are finally starting to think. but its not the gadoll that are the root of the problem, its the deca-dence system. btw since cyborgs run on the green juice which i think is made from gadolls??? how does kabu plan on fueling everyone. he hasn’t thought about it has he. of course the gadoll have a kill switch. do the tankers have one...?

8. a setup episode. my heart was racing during the avatar retrieval part, so much tension. jill is great. not sure why kaburagi doesnt just tell natsume whats going on. i do think it’d be a shock and a lot to take in just like when the gadoll reset on the mountain, but it’d make coordinating much easier. as is taking her along while not telling her whats going on doesnt feel right. also the green slanty eyed cyborgs given me bad vibes from the start, after all he’s the one that told mikey about removing the limiter. I’m kinda sad we only have 12 episodes so we have to enter the finale already. i would have loved to see the tanker teams, natsume and fei, and minato and kaburagi relationships fleshed out.

9. YEAH YOU SHOULD HAVE TOLD HER EARLIER. so she would have time to process all that world shaking information not in the middle of the operation when it could cost her her life! also doesn’t this mean all the cyborgs still alive are now trapped in the waste disposal place.

10. i totally forgot about that tunnel. that said it looks kinda fragile, how’d it survive the explosion? And how did the robo crew get a hideout?? jill is amazing. she’s like a wizard. Natsume just doesn’t get a break, no ones explained to her the cyborg-avatar thing. I’m too invested in this show to analyze anything.

11. holy shit i wonder what the last few episodes were going to be about. they’re going to black hole the whole place. also we can finally hear pipopi! I thought it a bit funny pruple nose seemed to be taking advice for them but really eh was taking orders? so minato did the tremendously stupid thing of logging out and then hopping on a shuttle to get from orbit to deca-dence so he could talk to kaburagi face to face. even if they take out the gadoll, that doesn’t stop the deca0dence system from having a kill switch on the bubble.

12. POMDOROSA DID THE END SCENE ART. it really is 7 degrees of separation, they have a tumblr here. right as the natsume flashbacks started, I knew what was going to happen. Was it really safe inside the drill thing?? ah whatever. Kaburagi really went all out and busted himself huh. He probably didn’t actually need to use so much force that it’d break decadence. ah I’m rambling. I binged watched this show in 1 day. i started tearing up at the natsume flahsbacks... I dont remember what i just watched it was pure experience. I do wonder whats happening on other continents.. Jill! I can’t believe it took you 3 years to organize your files and find kaburagi’s backup! well i mean its realistic but still.

Deca-Dence is very good, like not even talking about the thematic stuff the execution in both animation and writing are both really good.

#deca-dence #deca dence

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bionicdragonguardian1 · 5 years ago

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Ranma 2/4

Part Two: Chapter 13 - 25

Unless someone comes up with a better name I’m sticking with this one

HOW tf is the principal crazier than before?!

Yup, spreading out the Kuno-Principal thing

Is Sasuke seriously an anime-only?!?

Like I said Ryoga needs to chill a little first

Main reason I don’t like Ukyo That scene where she blatantly states she’s fine with turning Ranma into something he’s not rather than helping him

(Ignoring the near constant amount of undermining his abilities)

“I’m gonna cheer him up” as she holds a sword! Why?!

Ranma you dummy, hug Akane!

I hate this demon/ghost cat

Shampoo, you manipulative bitch

Akane learns to swim like a normal person

The lifeguard in me can’t do it

The principal is background shenanigans

Totally forgot about the kid who wants to play video games and is “weak” bc of it

Definitely need to find a different reason tho

Lazy little shits are a pain

Also his mom is crap

Akane… why you be dumb?

Weird Happosai is Santa plot…

What is with the Excalibur meets lucky 1000 meets fairy godmother?

Good news is, with what I’ve done to Kuno’s understanding of Ranma’s curse Ranma knows Kuno wouldn’t give him that wish and calls it quits sooner

Someone just needs to explain Ranma’s really confusing sense of morality to me

Cuz it’s either on 110% or it’s nonexistent, now normally nonexistent is for Kuno but still

Look Ranma’s got ego problems but he ain’t stupid

No betting the Tendo Dojo at five!

On what planet is that a legal document?!?

Some1 tell me why Shampoo using Ranma as a stop ramp bugs me so bad

That mo when you can’t remember if the Hot Spring Challenge is when Ukyo met Shampoo in the anime…

I don’t think so…

Akane you made me need to google a word

That like never happens Ranma you idiot

So close but so far

So much more logic, thanks

I mean more insanity, but it explains why Ranma swapped clothes

Finally! Ranma apologizes

Jesus Christ someone would think I won the goddamn lotto with how loud I cheered when this happened

600% approve of this over what happened in the anime

Oof poor Ranma

Hahahaha in your face Shampoo, but I also think I know why Ranma chose it

Poor Ryoga

I KNEW this guy was coming I still hate it

YEET you can’t PAY ME to do this arc

Look, is it the fact that I had etiquette and dance classes as a child and everyone assumed this is what it was like? Probably.

It wasn’t so I won’t.

Any1 else notice how Nabiki is one of the few ppl that uses she/her when Ranma is in his cursed form no matter what?

Why does this bug me?

Akane, stop beating Ranma up, honestly

This is closer to abuse rather than teasing

*sighs*

Gotta work that out of the narrative, intentional or not

Every1 sayin she’s violent isn’t helping

Like I said really fucking morally GREY Nabiki

How grey can you go before you get black?

Let’s find out together

Can everyone PLEASE stop treating Ranma like an object?!

I literally can’t tell if Nabiki is fucking Aro or not…

STRESS

Why is this so hard?!

I hate seeing Akane cry

I know she’s playing Ranma like a kazoo, but the point still stands

WHY ARE YOU TWO SO DUMB?!

Nope, nevermind it’s just Ranma that’s a fuckin idiot I blame Genma

No, I’m not kidding

*sighs* I don’t condone Nabiki doing this in any way just for the record THAT’S not an apology Ranma!

This mess is totally your fault Nabiki

STRESS

am I intentionally pointing out where this work of fiction is stressing me out since I’m now online schooling and suffering for it? Yes, fuck off.

Actually, don’t.

But Fuck Covid19

Aww his hat’s back!

Why do I love his hat so much?

No, seriously Akane’s so cute!

Oooww tree

y’know the sec she realized what Ranma was doing Nabiki should’ve TOLD him!

Congrats Ranma ya got the wrong sis- I mean the right- but wrong- dammit y’know what I mean

Some1 give me a logical explanation for why Ranma goes on a date with a panda doodle, PLEASE

I do appreciate the epic battle background fight for the anime

Further proof that Happosai sucks

Manga name’s somehow less believable I think it’s the use of “snowman” rather than “yeti”

Did Soun just find out that Pchan is Ryoga, and say nothing?

Ooo, Imma commit arson

Remember when I said obey Physics and Medical, I meant it

Arson is wrong and I know this but “transgender bitch” crosses the line

I will do it

Shampoo is a fucking yandere psycho

Just sayin “we’ll see who can get him first”

honestly, any other group and I’d be annoyed, but these four can’t work together for shit I

’m still pissed at Taro, but he can kill Happosai, please

I can’t tell if Shampoo, Mousse and Ryoga are being purposefully obtuse or not

I just reread their names I know the answer to at least two of them

Idk how I feel about Kuno-amnesia we’ll see

yep, Kuno gives me the creeps w or w/out his memories

kinda wish this was anime

jesus christ, poor Ranma

press f to pay respects for Ranma’s stomach

InstaRegret

Also Ukyo’s assumption that some1 can make Ranma doing anythin he doesn’t want to is crap

Like HELLO! Wake up moron!

Nabiki, I mean this in the nicest way possible, shut the fuck up

You’re making it worse

Also TALK to each other you ding dongs!

OH RIGHT! I almost forgot about the biggest fucking insult that Ukyo said of her own freewill!

It also proves that she doesn’t know Ranma as a person AT ALL!

It’s not a pick one or the other kind of thing

The fact that she thinks Ranma would accept that is insulting

The fact that she thinks that is insulting and makes me hate the patriarchy

Again, treating him like a prize than a person

*tries not scream, sighs*

Nabiki, you’re the cause of at least 30% of the stress I get from this

You having feelings ain’t the fucking problem here Ukyo, you not acknowledging Ranma’s is

I hate fake criers, anyone who does this I hate you

Always let others in on your plans, kids

When’s every1 gonna realize Ranma’s “wishy-washy” cuz no one’s ever committed to HIM before?

This episode confused me, I’m prepared to be MORE confused

Less confused, I’m surprised

Gonsunkugi, you creep

There is SO much wrong with this

*shudders*

WHAT?!

Y’know I didn’t think Gosunkugi could surprise me, I was wrong

Happosai still sucks unfortunately for all of us he’s now weird on top of it

I love how much Ranma needs to be kicked in the teeth to get any character development out of him

Ryoga is my #1 choice for it, always

Ranma… why are you like this?

Genma, emotional range of a goddamn wall

I am jealous of Ranma’s brain

I could be SO mean with the Shishihokodan

Also, are they implying that Ryoga has depression?

Gimme Ranma’s brain

I won’t ask for his confidence cuz that’s impossible but I want his brain

In Akane’s defense, given what she knows she couldn’t’ve known how badly that would affect Ryoga

I ain’t gonna say “leave Shampoo” cuz that’s cruel

I like the “turn into a Cat” rather than the “Can’t Cross” & the use of New Year’s rather than random but this still brings around the fact that she doesn’t LISTEN to him

Mousse you’re NOT helping in fact you’re actively making it worse did you miss when he said blatantly “I don’t wanna”

oh, sure, NOW you’re ok with it

ugh Mousse, you have a brain, I’ve SEEN you use it. Do so now.

This entire episode weirded me out

IDK if it’s the age-dff or the fact that he was makin it up and somehow everyone thought this was okay …

I won’t YEET it but MASSIVELY change

heheheh

Light bulb

NOPE I’m keeping this surprise to myself

it was a rather sweet end tho

Oh, this episode is a mess and a half, honestly

Also Nabiki, congrats you’ve literally enabled a stalker S

o many laws are broken here

okay, so Kodachi not being in on Ranma’s secret after so long makes sense purely because she doesn’t go to their school

however, with what i’ve done to make Kuno marginally less dumb it makes a little bit less sense…

I literally hate Kuno with what I’ve done to his logic of Ranma’s transformation, but that’s the point Kodachi… how do I handle you… oh, duh!

Ok, so Kodachi is now also terrible

I’m trying to figure out where this is in the plot since there is ZERO

Ok, there’s a LINE, Nabiki

This one would be touching, if it didn’t end the way it does

TALK gentlemen!

It won’t kill you

Fuck a parent that says they’re not your parent for no reason, EVER

I am going to make this hurt

Also gonna take out Genma’s fail at stealth

Remember I said Akane’s going to learn to cook

heheheh

sorry, I just love this idea

Oh this is SO against the rules it’s not even funny

tiny adjustment so they actually have quasi-competent referees

Crazy wants crazy?I won’t stop ‘em

I reiterate: CHEATING!

I am aware that the “ending” apparently sets them back to the start in terms of their relationship but I swear to God if they pretend shit like this didn’t happen I will scream

Someone ships something other than Akane x Ranma PLEASE explain why/how

don’t ship bash but I would insight when you explain

STICK TO CANON

please trust me, I’m a multi/poly/crack shipper

(for frame of reference to a bnha I ship DabiHawks)

I understand the appeal of Fanon

however, I would like to stick to Canon here

so no Fanon

Canon Only

Fully love that high kick

Genma shows Ranma’s secret here, but they already know… so… I shall find out

Ooo, you’re not getting out of this Ranma

Do you know how tempting it is for Akane to at least tell Ranma she’s a girl- oh wait gendered sports… right…

Ranma…

if you didn’t realize it was Akane when she hit you for calling her klutzy I can’t help you

I want to commit arson at some of the comments…

but can confirm that these are HS boys

Doesn’t mean I gotta like it

I was wondering how long I was going to have to wait before tearing into Nodoka

FINALLY

Took me WAY too long to remember that Nodoka calling Ranko tomboyish is due to how he speaks in Japanese

I’ll need to figure that out since… English

Can I explode on Genma’s choice to take Ranma at TWO?!

Can I further explode on both of them for making a TWO YEAR OLD “sign” a Seppuku Pledge?!

I hate both of them, honest

ALSO communication!

Genma! Just fucking TELL HIM!

Making her transphobic is SO tempting

I don’t mean in a “i hate you” way I mean in a “I sheltered my whole life” way

It’s still bad, and painful, but she can easily learn from that

Or be worse, this could go 2 ways

I feel so bad for Akane for this entire conversation

Also poor Ranma like ouch…

Awkward

I’m going to make this hurt something fierce

Slight change since I’m hoping Ranma isn’t as “peak fight or flight” by this point

Genma don’t be an asshole for FIVE MINUTES

Please, that’s all I want

If she doesn’t learn the truth before the end I will make a bad decision

Really, I will

Don’t kill Genma, you can’t

Akane, don’t say like you wouldn’t… honestly

Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth, honestly, just look the other way Ranma

*sigh*

Ranma…

See, this kind of crap here is why I really don’t like Cologne

any other day Akane’d be right

oof, that means he self aware that girls flock to him

I’m quite frustrated by that if I’m honest

Ranma is clueless about all the wrong things

I love him but God I wanna punch him sometimes

Why is there a swing from the ceiling?!

I had a jolt from the way they set that panel up, thanks

Are you trying to kill me?!

Thank you Cologne, now fuck off

Oh thank God, at least he learned

This is nonanime stuff so I have no clue what’s happening but anything to make Happosai miserable

I’m enjoying this immensely

ugh, “think of it as a compliment” ghost

Eat me

okay, yeah, as much as I want him dead, that’s worse

I’m glad he’s not a one-and-done character

I will forever ONLY call him Taro when it is NonDialogue

Wait Saffron as in big-bad Saffron?

I literally only know pieces of the end so I’m just pulling from what I know

Lol, wait… was that soldier Anime only too?

I almost liked you there for a sec Taro

Now I’m pissed again

bravo

Oh, YIKES

… if Ranma falls into the Spring of Drowned Twins would he split?

I’m not going to DO IT, obviously!

I’m just curious okay…

that answers that… and kills anyone other than Ranma’s plan to turn back to normal I hope everyone is aware of that

oof

Since when is there a castle on an island in Japan

tis just a scratch, I’ll admit that was funny

Ranma… your stomach gets you in so many problems

ok, that was wholesome

I approve

Okay, so my understanding is that Mrs. Tendo got sick, so I can understand the reactions to Kasumi

BUT I still find it odd because… well… anyone in my house gets sick and you mostly can’t even tell I mean, minus a worse attitude and a mask, other than that though, nope we keep ‘er movin’

I’m moving this section sooner EVEN IF IT KILLS ME!

I like her mom’s cookbook tho

I could make a Ranma x Ryoga joke here, but I won’t

I also won’t make a Ranma x Ryoga joke chapter cuz I’m nice like that

Actually I might have no choice

I’m FINE just dying

Help

my multishipper heart is dying here

I love this

InstaRegret for THREE people

If nothing else, I’m impressed

(well three once Ranma’s back to normal)

I need help

Fangirling/Fanboying/Fanpeopling is dangerous folks, remember that

Poor Ryoga

Though I too feel that right now like where do I look because everything coming in at mach 6

I’m changing that one scene tho cuz I can’t justify the aftermath without it

This… is… weird to say the least

I feel like I should just expect anything with Gosunkugi remotely involved to be weird at this point

okay, not as weird as I expected

glad it was short tho

I think I am officially out of anime terf

YAY, new content!

This is why I ask about any ship that isn’t Ranma x Akane

Also, names?

That- that- that can’t...

I DIDN’T NEED TO KNOW THAT!

EWWW

gross

WHY?!?!!

also, biology, that’s not how that works!!

You two ARE idiots

Ryoga you die I’ll kill you

Well… that hurt to see so quick…

Ranma, get up!

I officially hate this Herb guy

ok, so if you put HOT water in the ladle do you stay that way forever?

Alright! Way to go Ryoga!

I need to stop shipping Rivals it’s bad for my health

fucking eat it you dick!

Poor Akane

nevermind, Ranma you idiot

awwwww

ok, so that whole no more Anime-content… I was wrong, and I admit that, but still

I’m just thinking of my bff when they realize she’s an adult cuz, yeah, she’s like that too

except like physically an adult unlike tiny-Hinako

oh MY GOD Ukyo you’re driving me up the goddamn wall I swear!

THANK YOU AKANE!

“You’re all Ranma’s fiancées” when only one of them actually is

GIANT SIGH OF ANNOYANCE

Ranma, learn to communicate, PLEASE!

Okay… so is this where they figured it out or are some ppl still in the dark?

TIMELINE!!

Honestly, mood Ranma, mood

This entire plot line confuses me if I’m being totally honest

I mean I live for the Akane focus, but there are so many better ways to do this

#ranma ½ #ranma 1/2 #ranma saotome #ranma #akane tendo #nabiki tendo #kasumi tendo #soun tendo #genma saotome #nodoka saotome #tatewaki kuno #kodachi kuno #full series au #bc I know no restraint #I'm doing this to distract from stress shut up #don't judge me #COVID19 binge watch

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disabled-queen-hc-blog · 5 years ago

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I love your writing. roger has PTSD from his abusive father that told him he was never good enough. He has never told anyone, when he gets to Queen Freddie, John & Brian start to notice something about rog when ever they touch or are to close to him he flinched away & they can hear him crying some nights, one day Brian gets into a fight with him and starts yelling roger gets a flashback of his father hitting him during fights and breaks down cry Brian stops to comfort him with hugs and kisses

Content Warning: Child abuse

Roger threw his drum sticks down, arms flying up into the air. He had on a mocking expression, a irritated smile on his face. “Brian, what the bloody hell is wrong with you today?” he yelled, having had it with Brian’s attitude and performance in the studio today.

Brian rolled his eyes, shrugging. This was Roger’s third explosion of the day and it wasn’t even 4pm yet. “Nothing much. What’s wrong with you?” he quipped back.

“Me? You’re the one all over the goddamn place. We’re wasting tape here! Can you get yourself together, for the love of god,” Roger seethed, collecting his drumsticks off the floor with an annoyed sigh.

Brian just shook his head, taking in a deep breath. Maybe he was making mistakes, but so was everyone else, including Roger. For some reason Roger chose today to make Brian his punching bag. He usually took it like a champ, but he was tired today. His hangover from a night of partying was still lingering, a slight ache in his joints. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold back his punches.

“Can we just try again? Please?” Brian pleaded, fingers finding their place on the fret, pence ready to pluck on the other hand. He wished he could make time move faster. Or muzzle Roger.

“Only if you’re not gonna fuck this up!” Roger said, shaking his head to get some hair out of his face.

Meanwhile, Freddie and John just listened and watched, not knowing what to do. Roger was in a pissy mood and there was no rationalizing with a pissy Roger. You just had to leave him alone to finish his tantrums most times. The two were beginning to feel like that time was approaching.

Freddie looked around awkwardly before cautiously saying, “Ahem. Well...1...2...1, 2, 3, 4,”

They started out fine. Freddie was hitting the notes, John keeping beat, Brian in key. It was Roger who messed up, playing one the cymbals far too early. He let out a frustrated groan, barking out a ‘Fuck!’ before throwing his sticks once again.

Freddie had enough of that. Time to let the toddler work it out himself. He raised his hand up, letting everyone know it was time for a break. They (or at least somebody) kept messing up and there was no point in purposefully wasting tape. They’d meet back up in an hour or so.

John couldn’t get out of the room fast enough, trailed by Freddie who shot Brian a questioning look when he made no attempt to leave. Brian shook his head, mouthing “I got this”

Once the door was closed and they were alone, Brian walked over to his seething friend. Obviously something was up with him. Something was bothering Roger and he was taking it out on the rest of them.

He dragged a chair over to Roger’s drum kit where Roger still sat, breathing hard, and sat down, crossing his legs.

“What’s the matter, mate?”

“Nothing,” Roger immediately answered, rubbing the tip of his shoe into the carpet.

“I think you know that’s bullshit,” Brian said, an eyebrow raised.

“Well, it’s the truth. I’m just tired of everyone fucking up. That’s all,”Roger spat back, standing up and kicking his stool out of the way before walking away from his kit. He crossed his arms, staring out of the recording booth with furrowed eyebrows.

Brian quietly sighed, expecting no less from the Roger. When he got into his feelings, there was hell to pay. Even if you didn’t do anything to deserve it.

Brian spun around in his chair to look at Roger, saying, “We don’t have to get into the nitty gritty of it. Can you just..help me understand what’s got you so worked up?”

“Nothing! Nothing’s got me worked up! It’s you all pissing me off. Now can you fucking go and leave me alone? That would make me feel better. You getting the fuck away from me,” Roger exploded, blue eyes wild as they bore into Brian.

Brian shrunk back but nodded. Fair enough. Today was a bad day. It happened. Fine by him. He got up, walking past Roger who was breathing in deeply, heading to the door to leave. Get some food and forget about the blond for a bit.

His hand was on the doorknob when he heard the tiniest, “Dad?”

Brian looked back, confused as to why Roger would say that. His heart dipped when he saw Roger.

His eyes were still gigantic, but with fear this time. Tears were spilling from them, his whole entire body shaking as he took a step back.

Again, in that tiny, terrified voice, Roger said, “D-Dad? What are you doing?”

Brian looked around himself and then at Roger, utterly at a loss for words. Was this some weird joke? Roger was a funny guy, but this wasn’t. Whatever this was.

Roger took another step back before falling onto the ground, continuing his rush to get away from something Brian couldn’t see. His crying grew more erratic, flinching at every movement, hands going up to cover- no- protect his face.

“Dad, p-please. Please. You smell like beer. I’m sorry. I’m sorry!” he curled up, sobbing so hard he’d wheeze to catch his breath.

Brian sniffed his shirt, his pores reeking of the alcohol from the night before.

He still didn’t understand any of this. But he couldn’t just watch his friend go through whatever this was.

He approached, causing Roger to start screaming for help, shoving himself into the farthest corner he could find. Roger was a full grown man, but he’d never look so small before.

“Please! I’ve been good! I’ve been good! I’ve been good!” he screeched, legs kicking out in front of him.

Brian approached slower, hands up in front of him, whispering loud enough for Roger to here, “Hey, hey. Roger, it’s me, Brian, your friend. Your friend. I’m not gonna hurt you. You know I’d never hurt you. Never in a million years. You’re safe. I won’t let anything touch you, Rog, I promise,”

He was finally within arms reach of Roger, who kept crying, but stopped flailing. Brian brought his hand slowly onto Roger’s shoulder, a feather light touch that made the drummer wail. The sound was horrible, breaking Brian’s heart into a million pieces, his hand immediately being retracted.

“I’m sorry, Roger. I didn’t mean that. I’m sorry. Roger, I’m so sorry,” Brian whispered but Roger didn’t seem to listen, squeezing himself tighter into the corner.

Clearly, Roger wasn’t there right now. Whatever this was, he was far off in the recesses of his mind. He needed to be grounded. Something Brian was fairly good at because of his depression. He prayed it’d work.

“Roger. We’re in a recording studio right now in Munich, Germany. It’s September. We’re both on the floor, right now. You’re reliving some memories, I think. But they’re just memories, Rog. You’re safe where you are. Your dad isn’t here. It’s just you and me, Brian. You know I’ll protect you,”

It took a few minutes of Brian slowly talking to bring Roger down. Roger’s eyes seemed to finally focus on Brian instead of the empty space before him. The tears stopped. Clarity took over his face.

Roger looked around for a moment before looking at Brian. Without hesitating, he launched himself into Brian’s lap, face burying into his neck. Brian wrapped his arms around the trembling Roger, rubbing his back soothingly with one hand, and petting Roger’s head with the other.

“I got you, Rog. You’re safe,”

Roger was crying again, but this time from relief.

“It felt so real,” he blubbered, holding onto Brian so tight it hurt.

“I know, Rog. It’s okay now. Just breathe,”

“I could see and smell him. I could feel his hands. I didn’t know what was happening, I didn’t!”

Brian rocked them as he listened to Roger, affirming everything he said, every feeling he had.

Roger was able to come down from his adrenaline high, but refused to let go of Brian. He had no idea what had just happened and was too scared to let go. What if it happened again?

The door opened, making Roger jump, not too far though with Brian holding onto him steadfast.

Freddie and John walked in, puzzled looks on their faces.

“Looks like you two made up,” Freddie commented.

Brian shot him a look but ushered the two over to join them on the floor. Freddie and John noticed Rogers splotchy, tear streaked face, sweat matted hair and shaky frame and understood. Something happened and now it was time to comfort him. Questions could be asked later.

The floor of them laid on the floor, hugging and cuddling Roger, stroking his cheeks and massaging his shoulders. The three of them got Roger calm enough for him to drift off, body exhausted after going through a flashback.

Roger felt so warm and safe that when he woke up to Brian, trailed by the others, carrying him to his car, he just made himself comfy in his arms, falling back asleep.

He woke up again, hours later, in his bed and still in Brian’s gentle embrace.

There’d be so much to talk about tomorrow. So much to explain and try to comprehend. But for now, he was alive, in one piece and protected by a curly haired angel. He nuzzled into Brian’s chest, the tides of slumber stealing his conciousness away.

#roger #ptsd!roger #tw child abuse #tw implications of child abuse #maylor #kinda #another-random-girl

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lavenderhyrdrangea · 5 years ago

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Leap: Part 2

As we ate on the porch and surveyed torrid surroundings that were once vibrant the future was brought up.

“This is just the beginning. There’s so many places I’ve gone with out you,” Asra said.

Such odd wording.

“Places you’ve gone without me?”

“Places we haven’t gone together, yet,” he rectified.

After we finished our pudding, we went to the parched basin to clean our bowls. Asra saw it as an opportunity to hone my magic. I was encouraged to turn sand into water. No easy task but with Asra’s gentle guidance I was certain I would get it. First I tried on my own using a tip he’d given me: seeds in desperate need of water. The visual was enough to get a spurt of dirt and then to fill the basin with a pretty convincing thing that looked liked water yet was still sand. Magic was so tricky. He figured I needed another element to learn the lesson. Hands over mine, he gingerly snaked his magic along my skin and allowed it to thrum deep within my veins.

“Somebody is coming this way,” The beast said suddenly.

The aura withdrew. Asra scanned the horizon. “Coming this way? Weird...”

I spotted a figure approaching from a dirt path. The closer it came the more apparent it was that It was a man. He cast about every which way, eyes darting and brows furrowed.

“Excuse me? Are you lost?” I asked.

He noticed Asra immediately. “Oh, great wizard Asra! You’re back! Do you remember me?”

“Maybe I do. Who’s asking?”

“You don’t remember? Saguaro! We met at the painted daisy festival?”

His dialogue had an untold story woven around it. One if Asra’s, reaction had been any indication, would be an interesting one if he had any intents on sharing it in the future.

“Ooooooh Saguaro? Wow, it’s uh...it’s been a while. How have you been?”

“I’m getting by. Shriveled up. Been coming by every now and again, hoping you’d be around.”

Huh. An old friend. Possibly more? The conversation required me to take the empty spaces and fill them in with my assumptions. I’d been doing that for some time anyhow.

“Great wizard, you are our last hope. The spring has gone dry. We won’t last much longer… Times are tough, so we don’t have a lot to spare. All I can offer is a hot meal and a night of music.”

“Well, that all sounds good but we did have plans. It’s up to my companion here.”

I felt their gazes fall upon me.

“What do you think? What do you want to do?” Asra asked, expectant.

I was surprised this was even a question.

“Come on. Let’s go up out the village.”

Saguaro's face lit up, while Asra shed the anticipation once rife within his frame .

His eyes were tender. “Oh, Izzy. Always with your head on straight.”

“One of us has to be the voice of reason,” I said with mock superiority.

Asra looked at Saguaro. “Sounds like you’re in luck, friend.”

“Woah, really? Such kind Wizards. I totally thought it was gonna be harder than that! You guys are something else. Both of you. I get some really powerful vibes off you.”

“No need to flatter us. We’re already helping.” I reminded him.

“It’s not so much flattering as it is calling it how I see it, Dear wizard.”

“You're perspective. I’ll be right back,” Asra said.

After Asra retrieved his satchel, Saguaro quickly led us to town. Like the surrounding areas of our cabin, much of the ground had been long dried out and any soil that once offered vegetation was dead. How could a town survive this long without water? I peeked at some of the townsfolk, as we passed through. A man stuck his head far out his window in hopes of catching a cold draft. Children tried to play a game of marbles in the diminishing shade. A woman mindlessly and sluggishly ran her hand over her cow’s coat, the aforementioned animal laid on it’s side and stared off into the distance.

We stopped in the town square, in front of where the spring once was.

Asra asked, “This is where it was? The spring?”

Saguaro nodded. “Yup. You wouldn’t know it, but it used to bubble up from the middle there.”

“Wow and now it’s just...” I said.

Asra carefully stepped into the empty pool, and beckoned me over. We crouched at the center of the pool.

“Is it the same deal as the basin? Search for the water? Draw it up?”

“This spring is dry as bone.” Asra tilted his head and tried to figure out how to tackle the problem.” Not sure if we can draw anything up this time around.”

“I’ll try.” I declared.

The ground felt cracked beneath my fingers. No water. Was my magic searching deep enough? Visualization was the key. I thought of waterfalls, and rivers and ponds. I closed my eyes and all I saw was red. The more I tried to put a hold on it the more red everything got. Soon the red bled over the entirety of my vision. Dread’s icy touch sent a shiver down my spine. Forcing my magic deeper, I pushed through it. However, the frantic squirming told me it couldn’t be water.

Asra’s voice pulled me out.

“...drawing a crowd. I have a bad feeling about this. I’d rather you left this one to me.”

“You can join in if you want but I’m not letting this one go. I’m already so close. Let me help.”

He hesitantly laid his hands next to mine. I feel his aura ease into the earth.

“There!” I said “That movement. it’s definitely not water. Right?”

“Keep going.”

I nodded. Perhaps the water was further down.

The ground suddenly tremored. Asra and I looked into each others eyes to steel ourselves as red spewed from the ground and poured up into the sky. Had I drawn fire instead of water somehow? I fell back. I hoped I hadn’t summoned something far beyond our expertise. Cacophonous clicks grated upon my chilled nerves.

Beetles!

They smothered the sky in droves. Once the ground spouted the last of them, they fanned out and scattered.

“Izzy!”

Asra gripped my shoulders in a flash. Our eyes met as the gravity of the situation dawned on us: Lucio was up to something. I read something else in his eyes. Something almost pleading.

“I’m fine if that’s what you’re silently driving yourself mad about.”

Saying nothing, he pulled me into the strongest embrace I’d ever been in. I gave him a squeeze back just as strong. It would tell him everything would be alright. I just knew it.

“I don’t believe it! Magicians the spring!”

“The spring...” Asra said, bewildered.

Fresh water bubbled at our feet. We’d done it!

“Thank you, great wizard! We won’t forget this! Please, let us cook you up a feast like you wouldn’t believe.”

A vivacious burst of joy fluttered around the town. It was as if they were cocooned in trepidation and now they were free. They cooked up a feast while we looked over an artist’s display. We had an assortment of clay figurines to chose from. I couldn’t really find anything that drew me in entirely. Asra on the other hand, surprisingly chose a sly purple fox rather a snake. He told me he identified with it better. It surely did seem to have his bearing somehow. The celebration intensified once food and dance were introduced. Asra opted to feast under an aloe tree overlooking the festivities. I mangled amongst the townsfolk.

Saguaro leaned in to speak to me. “Say,Izzy, Do you dance like your companion? I’ve feasted with Asra before. He can dance all night. “

Oh, that I had to see. Asra was zoned out when I got to him. The dilapidated sunlight cast a gentle glow about him.

“I’ve been told you’re quite the party goer. ”When he remained deep in his own head space, I tried again. “You can dance all night?” Still nothing. “I’m not sure I should take his word for it. How about you show me, me? Want to dance? I know I do. I need to dance some of the cactus off. Who knew it could be so heavy?”

His unseeing eyes came to. “Sorry what? Nadia’s wondering about us to Portia at the palace. Who’s Portia?”

“She’s… I don’t really have time to explain. “Asra popped up his brow. I veered back to my original question. “Do you want to dance or are you chicken?”

“That really is what you said. I thought I imagined it. You want to dance? I’d love to.”

“Yes!”

I jumped up and pulled him by wrist towards the dancing crowd. Music blaring, he wrapped his arms around me and swayed for a bit. “Heh. I didn’t know this something you wanted to see so badly.”

“You’re already such a captivating individual. You excel in magic. You’re charismatic and handsome.”

Pulling back and making sure our were fingers interlocking, I looked into his eyes and said,“Since the universe had to be fair. I was hoping Saguaro was lying for your sake and that this was actually your biggest flaw.”

He chuckled. His blush became more apparent. “My biggest flaw?”

“Everybody has one. Or two. Or three. Even more.”

He spun me around. “I hope I’ve been a disappointment in that regard then.

“Oh, shush. I’ll get you one day.”

After the dance ends, our host thanked us for our assistance.

“Well I am most delighted with his food. It wasn’t any trouble, Saguaro.” Asra replied. Although, I won’t speak for Izzy. Beetles were a surprise.”

Saguaro turned a ghastly shade of white as he went on to explain the beetles presence. The town had known that they were there, and had an understandable fear of the Vesuvians that put them there. They were offered protection in exchange for one third of their cactus crop. The offer was declined and suspiciously, a great red beetle showed up that evening. The same Vesuvians stepped up to help and handled it in exchange for two thirds of their cactus crop. An increase from their last offer. Lucio dealt the last blow. Asra laid a comforting hand on my shoulder when this part came up. The larger beetle shattered into many and they burrowed into the ground.

“And the spring’s been dry ever since? For that long?”

“That’s insane.” I said.

“But now it’s come back. The count is gone, and things are finally turning around!”

We made it away from the festivities unnoticed. Our friend the beast was already waiting for us.

I said after Asra helped me onto his back, “He seemed happy about the fact that Lucio was gone.”

The beast sprang into action.

“I mean, most people would be. He wasn’t the nicest guy.”

He purposefully missed my point but I was flexible. I could drive it back.

“They’re going to be so crushed when they find out that’s he’s back.”

“We don’t know that yet.”

“Magicians trust that their gut, right? Mine says he is. Plus, I told you what I saw back at the palace and you were there with me in the forest.”

“It was an apparition.”

“He could be just as dangerous as a ghost as he would be with a body...”

“Something’s wrong.” Asra concluded slowly. “I can’t deny that but we can’t jump to conclsuions.”

“You don’t want to believe he’s back. Denying his return won’t stall whatever he has coming.”

“It’s not about what I want. You’re right though. We can’t stay in limbo about this. We need answers. It’s why we have to go back to the source.”

“Back to the palace?”

Asra nodded. By the time we made it back our tension receded and the beast had been/was thirsty when we arrived to the little cabin. He groaned for water.

Asra happily obliged, walking over to the dry basin.

“Mind if I try to draw water again?” I asked, trailing his steps.

“We should do it differently this time.”

“What will be so different about it?”

“I’m always giving you words to think about, but obviously the strongest spells are words of your own. So this time, try to empty your mind. The will words will come.”

I knelt in front of the basin and hovered splayed hands over it. I try to bring my thoughts back to the helpful streams, rivers and waterfalls. Clean, clear waters. I imagined the sounds, the splashing, sloshing, and feel. The water would be cold between my toes and lap at my ankles. Upon opening my eyes I see water...or something like it. A closer look revealed to be red.

“But I tried not to see the blood.” I murmured.

“What were you thinking, Izzy?”

“I thought of water surrounding me.”

He pointed out the beetles had also surrounded us.

I shuddered. “They were red too. I might be stuck on that for a few weeks.”

“You’re not the only one.”

He waved his hand over the water and like that it was red no longer The beast beast fell to upon the water, slurping it up greedily with his tongue. Silently. Asra walked into the cabin. I followed.

Trying to find the right words, Asra sputtered. “The beetles are sign.”

“Makes sense.”

He gulped, nodded and went on reluctantly, “I haven’t seen one in years, not before...”

“Before?”

“They used to be a real problem in Vesuvia”

He dodged yet another question.

“How bad of a problem?”

“ They’re not of this world, but they can pass through it. And they cause a lot of damage when they do. There’s no saying what we’ll be walking into when we had back to the city.

“If there’s a chance of this becoming bigger than the both of us... You’d know I rather die than hide away until everything’s over.”

“Don’t say that. That will never happen.”

“You’ve also told me that Lucio couldn’t reach us here and look-- now we’ve got beetles.”

“I’m sorry.”

I closed the space between us so that I was next to where he was near the bed. I wanted to hold him.

“Don’t be. The cards or no, you can’t account for the hiccups in our path anymore than I or anyone else can.”

He reached out to me and I fell into his touch. His caress upon my cheek was gentle and fervent.

“None of this would’ve happened if I stayed. I should’ve.”

“What did I just say? You don’t know that. The only thing different would’ve been that you would’ve been at the palace with me.”

“It would’ve been better that way.”

“Not really. We would’ve still had Lucio running amok. Besides you crazy magic man: You. Don’t. Know. that.”

The way he stared at me looked like he did. Like he was hiding something. He dropped his gaze and though he lowered my hands, he held them tight.

“Izzy...wait. Faust hasn’t said anything yet. We could stay a little longer, at least to get a good night’s sleep.”

“That’d be nice but you know we can’t.”

“Right, we need to get there before the beetles. Now’s the best time to leave. But if I bring you back and something happens to you, how can I forgive myself?”

“What happened to that would never happen?” I joked but it was obvious he wasn’t in the mood. I fixed to reassure him, to tell him that I wouldn’t die. I really did. However, morbid as it was to realize, with Luccio was becoming more and more of the bogeyman I’d imagined him to be neither he nor I could make those type of promises . I shoved the thought to the back to my mind. Nonsense. There was no room for two fatalistic nail biters. He brought me comfort whenever I felt lost and overwhelmed, and endeavored to do the same. I kissed him.

“Thank you.” He took a sharp intake of breath. “ I’m crying over things that haven’t happened yet”

“It’s nothing.”

“Guess we should wake the beast.”

He’d been really apologetic about waking the beast again but, great sport he was, the beast was roaring and ready to go. Asra gently ushered me onto the boar.

Though it looked like our leap ended up with us falling flat on our faces. I was ready to start anew. This time we wouldn’t run. We would do it in Vesuvia.

#My writing #asra #the arcana #Izzy

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lizacstuff · 7 years ago

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Anons 7x06

Lots of anons in my inbox, a few under the cut. The tone of most asks is not complimentary towards the season or episode, you have been warned.

Anonymous said:Seems like there must not be a lot of Regina fans out there, despite the ER making a lot of noise. Demos held steady.

I wouldn’t count those numbers before they’re hatched. Sound like the show was preempted in certain markets (Boston, a huge DMA, for one) so the numbers should be adjusted for that when the nationals come out on Monday. Right now OUAT is getting credit for whatever replacement programming the affiliate put in it’s place.

Anonymous said:I'm seeing that for some areas the episode got pushed back till early Saturday morning. Do they take into account when figuring out the ratings? I'm already seeing ERs complaining about it and saying if the ratings are bad that's the only reason why. 😒

See above. The overnights (today's ratings) include viewership for whatever aired in OUAT’s place. Monday they should adjust to reflect more accurately how many people watched the actual episode. They are right, though, in it negatively impacting the live numbers. However, it shouldn't really impact the L+3 or L+7 numbers.

Anonymous said:Is it bad that I laughed outloud when I saw that Regina gave everything Ivy she needed to cast her curse? Just like the time Regina pushed Lily too far and she turned into a dragon and endanger the town? Or the time she told Zelena to go after Hades and change him and refused to listen to anyone's concerns and everyone almost ended up trapped in Hell? I'm surprised the writer's still don't see the pattern like fans do.

Even without malicious intentions, she’s a disaster who ruins everyone’s lives. It’s bizarre that the writers continually follow the pattern, but never have Regina question her own judgement when she’s doing it. Whatever else happens, Regina makes emotional, unilateral decisions that usually end up biting other people in the ass.

Anonymous said:Why would Regina stop henry for having a tlk with jacinda to break the curse? they don't have chemistry but they have been written as tl, at least make them kiss to destroy this stupid season one for all

Because Ivy did something, that Regina remembers, that will put the people that Regina “loves” in jeopardy if the curse is broken. We don’t know who is in jeopardy or how.

Anonymous said:So the reboot it's all Regina's fault? Why am I not surprised? Having Henry all for her and without snowing and captain swan, obviously a villain like her was behind this

Regina isn’t being purposefully villainous, but her stupid choices have landed them in this position.

Anonymous said:So regina thought she never adopted a child and its now forced to live with him not knowing her and can't break the curse?? Also her soulmate still dead and she is away from sb and her "family"&"friends"? Hahahahahaha karma is a beautiful thing!!! So she is alone and miserable and childless? Jefferson, snowing of the early seasons and the whole ef1 is laughing and partying

I suppose she is getting a little bit of karmic retribution, but I wouldn’t consider her knowing Henry is her adult son, and still being close to him even though he doesn't know, as quite the same thing as orphaning Emma and Snowing missing out on raising her or knowing her for 28 years.

Anonymous said:Its weird since I thought Shoe Believer had an okay start in the beginning. It wasn't anywhere near CS or Snowing but they were still okay. With every episode they just feel more and more dull and forced.

I always thought it was forced, particularly in the pilot, but I thought it might grow as the season progressed. I’m not feeling it. They are telling us it’s true love, not showing us. Unlike CS, Snowing or RB where we saw those relationships develop over time, this feels completely unearned, and a TLK would be like Zades or Red Warrior where it feels like complete out-of-nowhere nonsense. CS had to go through multiple seasons of trials and tribulations, both proving they would go to the end of the world or time for one another, before the show would even whisper True Love at them. The writers have lost their mojo when it comes to writing a love story.

Anonymous said:After this weeks episode I'm more thankful than ever that Regina is far away from Captain Swan and everyone in storybrooke. They don't need to suffer the consequences of someone who has failed as a queen and a mayor.

Honestly, it being canon that Regina and Rumple are out of Storybrooke, is the silver lining to S7.

Anonymous said:I’m kind of confused , since 7x02 I’ve been trying to keep up with show . But I haven’t been paying that much attention ( I usually just put it on the tv while I’m on my computer or something, so it’s really just background noise ) but I do have a question, who is that hag in lady tremaine’s basement thing ? And also ..... can you list the people who are aware that there was a curse / who’s now awake . Cuz I can’t keep up

That’s the witch. Right now I think the only characters awake are Ivy, Regina, and sometimes Alice when she isn’t on medication. I could be wrong though, because my ability to stay focused during this show has not been great.

Anonymous said:I stopped watching s7 after 7x02 but as someone who still watches it/keeps tabs on it do you know if the timeline is explained like now that Lucy is born and is 10 years old does that mean captain swan's child is around that age or is Emma still pregnant cause time moves differently?

They haven’t really answered that question yet as far as I know. My gut is that very little time has passed in Storybrooke and as we speak Captain Swan is preparing for their baby. But that’s my gut, not fact.

Anonymous said:I'm so mad - this was the last drop for me with this show. I have been watching S7 for Colin (I'm a Nielsen family and my viewing does count for the ratings) but what they had Henry say last night was the last straw. Swan Believer and their amazing dynamic in season 1 was what kept me watching the show (until CS came along ) and to have to see the writers IGNORE what was once the backbone of the original show (Emma/Henry) to prop an abusive mother/son relationship is absolute bullshit.

cont - previous ask about Swan Believer. I feel sorry for Colin and for the cast and crew, but from now on I will not be watching the show anymore. Nothing about it excites me/makes me happy. It feels like a chore. And these writers do NOT deserve to get renewed nor to get anymore chances to ruin their own canon of what was once a beautiful show.

Describing it as a chore is pretty spot on. I understand you wanting to watch for Colin (especially as a Nielsen household) but you gotta do what’s right for you. That line seemed completely unnecessary. There were a lot of ways they could have had a nice mother/son moment without going there.

Anonymous said:I just saw a gifset of Regina waking up from the curse. So that's really the reaction she chose to go with? She really hasn't seemed to grasp the subtleties of acting, has she?

No, she has not. However, I have to say that Lana’s acting as Roni in Hyperion Heights this episode was the least of the episode’s problems.

Anonymous said:Did you see any of Lana's answers to her fans on Twitter? Besides laughing at the idea of her wanting to do a remake of Silence of the Lambs and play Clarice, when she was asked what she's learned from Bex she said that red heads have more fun than blondes. I imagine in this situation you answer these questions quickly and don't contemplate on your answers, but wow did that seem like a dig. And if you look through the comments all of her rabid fans seemed to think so too and were loving it.

I thought a more accurate tweet would have been “Red heads kiss my ass better than blondes." ‘Cause Bex has had her lips permanently affixed to her ass for years now, just the way Lana likes it.

Anonymous said:I'm indifferent about Wish Hook, and I wouldn't mind if his daughter was Alice and they got a storyline together, but they got nowhere in this episode? And going by the promo, the mess of the wish realm strikes again as Wish Hook was realm-traveling apparently. How did a non-wish Rapunzel from a separate realm come across someone who didn't exist until present-day 6x10? This is unexplainable.

Do we know that Rapunzel is from a separate realm and not from the Wish Realm? It would be unbelievable to think that WishHook left the WISHAU before it was created with EQ’s “wish” in 6x10. I think looking for any sort of logic or even in-universe fairy tale logic to make sense of anything to do with the WishRealm, including WishHook, is an exercise in futility.

It simply doesn’t make sense, and each episodes they change the rules to accommodate anything they want to do. Of course I think it’s nonsense, but I’d still rather this and have CS safely tucked away from this ridiculous season, than have them using the real Hook this season. Because honestly I don’t care about the integrity of the storytelling in S7, I only care about CS. (though that doesn’t stop me from poking fun at it.)

Anonymous said:I honestly was not one bit surprised when Colin said he was still under contract this season, but at the same time I do believe he enjoys playing this character and I'm sure he feels loyal to the show, it has been his big break. But I have to believe with the storylines and the material he's given, if not already, then by the end of filming he'll probably be in the same mind frame as Bobby. 100% only there for a paycheck. I just hope his agent is actively seeking better opportunities for him.

We really don’t know what he’s thinking or feeling, but low ratings have got to affect things on set in some way, so it sucks if he’s in any kind of stressful environment. Even if it’s just them getting pressured to send out scripted PR tweets for each episode. On the upside, other than 7x02, he’s been in these eps so rarely, that I’d guess he’s not working more than 1-2 days per episode, which probably means a lot of time that he can be home with his family and newborn. It might be a blessing for them right now. As I said we can’t know, but I just wish the best for him and his future career.

Anonymous said:Was there something wrong with the Rogers' scenes? I thought they were pretty decent, especially his interactions with Alice.

To all my anons wanting to know about Rogers scenes, you’ll have to come off anon if you want to chat about it.

#ouat negativity #ouat 7x06 #anti lana #anti regina #asklizac #anonymous

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meganhodgkinsonfalmouth · 4 years ago

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Self-Evaluation.

The intention for my current work was to create a large life-size sculpture made from plaster. It would take the form of a leopard. The catlike figure, rendered in patterns resembling bacteria cells that looked as though it was made from white coral. It was full of holes meaning it had none of the distinctive features or details associated with big cats, such as eyes, teeth and fur. I planned for the leopard to be gazing down from an elevated position at a box, similar in size and proportion to the animal itself. The box would be made from plywood and its exterior would have been completely white, to match the white space of the room this work would be situated in. I wanted my audience to discover a slit in the box where they could view its interior. This would display an explosion of colour and life. I hoped for the inside of the box to look like a mystical utopia of coral-like forms crawling around the insides and spreading like bacteria. My reference for this work is the magical forest land from James Cameron’s (2009) movie ‘Avatar’. My concept was to breakdown current stereotypical ideas and prejudices of bacteria by glamorising their gruesome form into something regal. This is why I chose a leopard. Mental health is a very important subject to me. I chose a white box to demonstrate the idea that we never really know what's going on inside someone else. We all have our own individual struggles. I wanted to propose the idea that beauty comes from within and that the exterior does not define everything there is to know about a person. I also have a personal connection to making a statuesque mythical creature. One of my vivid significant memories of my late father is that he loved his sandstone gargoyles in the garden and I wanted to recreate these weathered beings as a tribute to him on a personal level to make him proud. A leopard is also covered in camouflage and this is what my father, who was a fisherman, used to wear all the time. A leopard is known as a symbol for trusting your instincts to lead you in the correct direction. I wanted my creation to be inviting and an interactive experience. People would be invited to stroke, rub and touch the work. It would be a like a massage having the texture of a shell.

This term, I made complete use of the mold making facilities I wanted to try out all sorts of mediums to create weird and wonderful abstract forms that resembled bacteria. I explored this theme by making oddly textured blobs with an amorphous shape and I added beauty to them with crazy colour combinations (the more outrageous the better). I created large screen prints of cells. The images were made from reacting chemicals and capturing the reactions and bubbles on a sheet of paper. The outcome looked like an image from a microscope. I also made three-dimensional resin crystals that looked like clear glass bacteria that you could hold in your hands. One of my ideas that I never got to complete was to make my bacteria forms into squeezy stress balls that were filled with jellied balls consisting of different dimensions of spheres to look like a miniature universe in your hands. I wanted to play around with perspective and make people's minds wonder to places they have not before. I experimented a lot with texture and colour, my two main factors to making my work. I experimented as much as possible from modelling clay around recycled objects to look as if bacteria were growing into the material to creating the giant leopard structure from plaster, metal and wood. Before university shut down, I had many works in progress left in the workshops that I was unable to access. Therefore, I had to create work that I was able to make at home. I made what I would have created in the workshops which consisted of similar sculptures but with different materials. I couldn’t make more resin crystals so I created identical ones out of foam, PVA glue and acrylic paint.

Throughout the project, I have been investigating ideas to experiment with how our brains react to visual stimuli. I wanted my work to be playful and to have a positive atmosphere for the viewer, where they could escape real life momentarily. I began this year producing explosive, abstract paintings, before then choosing to focus more on the creation of my 3D blobs. From there, I further developed my work by beginning to sculpt pieces that increasingly took on the forms of real animals. My final piece idea stemmed from playing around with clay, creating repetitive textures on its surface that could be used to produce a tactile experience. The shapes I made were to have no identity and one had a tail, inspiring me to look at animals and creatures as well as natural forms, such as shells. I decided to challenge myself and I knew I wanted to have a stand out sculpture for my degree show. I wanted something big and powerful, this was a huge risk and I'd have to spend as much time in the workshops as was available, but I knew this is what I wanted to do. I got past the hardest stage, constructing the armature of the body, taking the precise measurements of its skeleton and positioning it so that it would be stable on its own. I created a few practice pieces. One of these was made from clay that, when dried, caused the sculpture to lean forwards. Meanwhile, white clay would be too expensive, so plaster became my best option. This was more of a challenge than a normal sculpture because it had to have a sturdy skeleton as the plaster would become heavy very quickly. However, I could not use too much paper to form lightweight padding around the animal's skeletal frame. This was on account of the deep holes I would have to drill into it, which would risk exposing the leopard’s paper padding if it came too close to the surface. Furthermore, the structure would have to be strong enough to withstand a heavy mass on top of it and not break, crack or be pulled down with gravity. I got to the point of transporting it home, however, I wasn’t able to complete it at home with no access to a ventilator or tools such as sanders and drills or space to work in.

Ever since I found Dan Lam I have fallen in love with her work. She is what first inspired me to create a piece of work that confuses the viewer as it exhibits both contradictory qualities of beauty and grotesqueness, on account of its theme being the glamorisation of bacteria. She creates this concept by making slime-like sculptures, adding feminine and iridescent colours which render the sculpture no longer repulsive but captivating. Lam also makes alien creatures that have no identity and encourages viewers to make their own mind up on what they are viewing. Her work is what inspired me to create mythical dream-like sculptures. After my dissertation on Yayoi Kusama I became very fascinated with her obsessive practice that utilised polka dots which made me think how everything in the world is made up of something smaller, like bacteria cells. She creates work simply from dots taking over a space, oozing and crawling with repeated circles in abundance. Kusuma inspired my admiration for a simple shape and how it can be made to transform into a reoccurring pattern, making something simple become complex.

The Rorschach test has been a big influence on my artwork as it encourages a viewer to use their imagination when looking at the art presented to them. The test is dependent on the audience participating, who are free to interpret any image in any way they want. It does not purposefully present literal or realistic imagery, which makes it intriguing to look at. This is the reaction I want for my own artwork. Abstraction is a distinctive feature of my work. I investigate this, by looking into the forms of bacteria that produce a dreamlike world. Bacteria links to both death and life which are part of an unending cycle. I wanted my viewer to experience something surreal. I give bacteria an enchanting vibe to look at death in a light-hearted way. The super bright colours of my work are important because, after looking at the effects of colour on the human mind, I want my work to be explosive and full of life, on account of the importance of aesthetics bringing out positive changes in mood.

To keep myself on track, I made a timeline so I knew how long I had left until the deadline. There were only so many hours the workshops would be open for, so I could only work limited hours with the technicians’ support and facilities. I planned each week with realistic expectations of my final piece progression, mapping what I could get done. As a whole, the leopard would take at least a month to create. This plan was going to be challenging but I knew that everything was going to be finished for the exhibition. I made sure I was in university every day and this represented not only a piece of artwork, this was more to me, it was a tribute to my father. I wanted to produce the very best outcome I could. When us students were sent home to finish our degrees in isolation, I made up a small studio space with my housemates. I had group critiques with the two third year illustration students I was living with in lockdown. Hearing someone else's opinion on my work helped me to better understand how I could improve it and, as students, we motivated each other to treat the house studio as a workspace.

A lot of my work was locked away in the studio due to COVID-19. I had six finished molds of sea life inspired sculptures in the casting workshop, ready for me to fill them with resin, creating crystal bacteria. I was unable to finish my work as it was impossible without the facilities. If circumstances were different and there wasn’t a pandemic, I would have been able to finish my 80cm plaster leopard and have a box filled with a precious crystal cave inside. It would have been a lot more immersive due to its large size. I wanted my work to be interactive and the viewers reaction to be part of it. I intended for it to be a stand out piece and for it to bring joy to the families that would see it.

In the future I plan to focus on making and selling animal-like sculptures. I am also interested in prop making for film sets and technical roles including art fabrication. I am open to anything and excited as to where the next part of my journey will take me as a graduate.

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zefurrwrites-blog · 7 years ago

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Commission - In The Stables

Farms work you as hard as a horse http://www.furaffinity.net/view/25483186/

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“Why would I want to go to some dingy old farm” Jake groaned from his seat in the living room. The television in front of flashing a variety of colors as he played his game. His father sighed. “I’m tired of you and your brother doing nothing all day, running up bills, and not contributing to anything” his Dad lamented. His kids weren’t bad but just painfully lazy and spoiled. “Neither of you two even have a job. That was the deal this summer, remember? You’re 21 for Christ’s sake.” his father went on. Jake purposefully didn’t meet his father’s eyes. He knew the deal, he just hadn’t gotten around to holding up his end of it. Video games take A LOT of time after all. “Well you see I was going but…” Jake began. “But what? Lemme guess” his father said picking up a game case. “Screaming Weasels 2: The Weaseling?” he questioned. “It has twice the weasels than the first, though with even more content and more wea-” “Jake!” his father shouted making him shrink back. He ran and exasperated hand over his face. “Alright, I tried giving you two a chance, but it seems like you don’t even know the value of hard work” he said walking away with his phone. “Starting next week, you’ll be a farm hand on Barnaby Ranch” “But dad!” “No buts Jake. I gave you more than one chance. This is final.” Jake grumbled something unheard about stupid farms and dads. “Love you too kiddo.” *** “So he sent you to live on a farm? And I thought my parents were brutal” Jake’s friend, Samuel, said through his phone. They were video chatting as Jake rode a bus to a bus station. “I can’t believe Alex gets to live up at our grandparents while I have to rot on a farm” Jake complained. “Well Alex is a bit younger. And look on the bright side, no parents!” Samuel exclaimed. He waved his hands around for emphasis making Jake laugh. “Yeah whatever, yay. But that still doesn’t mean I like giving up my summer just to be some old guy’s errand boy” Jake shot back. “Do you know anything about this place?” Samuel asked. Jake shook his head. “My dad said he saw some ad online about it. Supposed to teach young boys ‘responsibility’ the value of hard work. An ‘unforgettable, transformative experience’” Jake said monotonously. Samuel snickered. “Yeah sucks to be you right about now then” “Such a concerned friend you are” Jake replied. The two friends laughing for another moment before Jake’s connection flickered. “Hey, Samuel, you there?” Jake asked tapping his phone. Samuel’s voice came in and out as the static increased. Before long, the connection died. Jake sighed and sat back in his seat. “Stupid piece of junk” he muttered. *** When the bus pulled into the station, every piled out of it. Most went their separate ways and only a few boys stayed behind. They were all around Jake’s age and in the same area. “Must be more unlucky souls” Jake thought. After a while of waiting around, a maroon van showed up to the bus station. The man who stepped out was quite built with slightly tanned skin. Jake figured it from working out in the sun all day. He had blonde hair and green eyes and wore a simple tank top and denim shorts with flop flops. “Afternoon all, my name is Sammy. I’m a foreman down at Barnaby’s Ranch. Are y’all ready to go?” he asked the small group of boys cheerfully. There was a mixture of less than enthusiastic responses. “Aw come on, don’t be like that. I promise you working on our farm won’t be the end of the world. It can actually be fun” he said with chipper enthusiasm. The boys piled out of the station, loaded up their belongings in the van, and headed their way to the ranch. Jake took a look out the window as the van drove by. Idle conversation between the other boys went on but he didn’t feel much like contributing. The landscape in the country was more entertaining to look at anyway. Trees lined the forests with summer crops springing up on farmland. An assortment of livestock could also be seen grazing the fields. Cows grazing by the roads as horses galloped up and down the pasture. The trip didn’t take long and soon the van parked in front of an old looking farm house. Sammy got out of the driver’s seat followed by the other boys piling out. Jake grabbed his stuff from the trunk and followed the others up to the porch. The door opened before Sammy could use his key. Standing there was an older man probably in his late forties smoking a pipe. He stroked his white beard in thought as he looked over the newcomers. Then a warm smile spread across his face and he laughed making his belly shake. “Uncle Barnaby, meet the new recruits. Recruits, this is Farmer Barnaby, he owns the joint” Sammy said. “Call me Uncle!” he said. “We’ll put some hair on you boys’ chests yet!” he joked. The other boys looked at him in slight confused as Jake took a better look at the man. He has thinning hair on his head with a pot belly. Only thing visibly covering him was a pair of denim overalls. His massive bare feet clomped as he turned and headed back in the farmhouse. “Well don’t stand there all day, come in come in.” The other boys filed in taking a look around the big home. Sammy eased his way to the front of the pack. “Okay so I’ll show you all to your rooms and tomorrow we can get down to work” he told them gesturing upstairs. The rest of the night was spent unpacking, getting to know the other boys a bit, unsuccessfully trying to call Samuel, and eating. The next day the group, led by Sammy, were showed what their tasks would be for the day. Jake was tasked with tending to the horses. All were accounted for except for the empty stall behind him. The sun was out in full force that day too making him wipe his brow of sweat. Halfway into his work he felt his phone vibrate. Jake reached into his pocket and pulled it out to see Sam’s face on the incoming call. Excited he dropped the rake in his band pulls the ‘accept’ button. Jake was met with his friend’s face full of worry. “Um, hi?” Jake said nonchalantly. “Dude where have you been I’ve been trying to call you forever!” Samuel answered. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed but I’m on a farm. There’s like, no service out here usually” Jake answered dryly. “Right” Samuel said realizing. Then he face lit back up in horror. “Shit, that’s right. Jake you have to get out of there!” Jake sighed. “What are you going on about?” Samuel turns his phone to his laptop screen showing multiple tabs on news articles. All talking about boys his age who’ve gone missing in the area. “What’s this?” Jake questioned. “That place you’re at is like a hotspot for weirdness. All these guys went missing around the same time, summer. And guess where exactly?” Samuel asked. Jake’s stomach dropped. “The ranch?” Samuel nodded. “But that could just be a coincidence dude” Jake argued. The connection started to act up again and before long it went dead again. “Son of a bitch” Jakes said hitting his phone. “Hard at work?” came a familiar voice from behind him. Jake jumped in surprise and turned around to see Sammy’s frame at the front of the stables. “Oh, sorry just took a little break” Jake replied. Sammy looked around the stable and frowned. “Hm, doesn’t seem like you’ve made much progress with you work.” “Yeah well, I get tired sometimes y’know?” he said innocently. Sammy grinned and nodded. “Oh I definitely know your type. No matter, we know how to deal with y’all here” Sammy said unzipping his pants. “Hey whoa man, what do you think you’re doing?” Jake said backing up. “Helping you get invigorated is all” Sammy said. Right before his eyes Sammy’s features changed. His nose and mouth pushing out as his nostrils grew large. His toes clumped together and grew out running his flip flops. Dense, brown fur rapidly grew all over him. His ears migrated to the top of his head as a tails grew up from his shorts as did his much larger length through his zipper. “Wh-what the hell are you?” Jake said shaking in fear. Sammy chuckled but it came out more like a whinny. “Isn’t it obvious? I’m a workin horse” he said laughing at his own joke. “This…can’t be possible” Jake said with wide eyes in shock. He didn’t have time to contemplate it however as a torrent of liquid poured down on him. It covered him head to toe and was stale and musky. Jake wrinkled his nose in disgust. He looked over to Sammy who held a dripping dick in his hands. “That oughtta do it” he said breathing heavy. Confusion gave way to anger as Jake realized what he was covered in. “Do what!? You just came on me you freak!!” he shouted. He took a step towards Sammy but buckled as he legs gave out. He fell to his knees clutching his stomach. “Awww fuck” he groaned in arousal as his pants tented. The cum covering him just moments earlier having disappeared from his skin. “I had a nice load saved up so you should turn fairly quickly” Sammy said learning able to stable wall. Jake barely heard the voice however as arousal swam through his mind, clouding it. It started in his hands. They tingled in a good way as soon his fingers widened. His nails also grew darker as keratin spread over them. Jake’s feet undergoing the same process in his shoes. As the heel pushed out his hoofed toes pushed through his shoes destroying them. Bone could be heard cracking as his hell shifted forcing his stance into a digititrade one. It also gave him the option of staying on all fours if he chose. Blond fur sneaked its way up from his thigh as darker brown fur took over his ankles. The blonde fur continued spreading over his body burying the skin beneath a dense pelt. Jake felt his ass rumble and turned out to see a nub growing out from his tailbone, his ass moving up in the process. As the nub continued to grow, his ass inflated as well and soon his puckered anus was visible. His erection was already painful being trapped within the confines on jeans and was only made worse as Jake’s groin mutated. The skin on his shaft mottled as a patch of skin grew around the base forming a sheath. As it grew in length, the mushroom head flattened to a medial tip. Jake’s moans were starting to sound reminiscent to whinnies as he fell deeper into the cloud of lust filling his mind. His chest barreled out and his neck grew slightly. His rounded ears pointed and migrated to the top of his head where he regained his hearing shortly after. As the blonde fur reached his face, it grew out. His nostril enlarging as he flared his nostrils. His mouth joining it forming into an equine muzzle. His shorts chose that moment to forcefully free his endowed length from its prison. Standing at full length it was at least a foot and half long now. Jake couldn’t hold back any longer and orgasmed. His usual small volleys paling in comparison to the stream of thick, yellowed cum shooting from his equine dick now. He let out an impressive whinny feeling himself come down from the coitus. A hoofed hand rested itself on his shoulder and Jaked looked up with glossy eyes into Sammy’s. “Now, let’s get back to work shall we?” END

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