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spadesofgrass · 9 days ago

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Oil On Canvas

1.6k | Teen + Premise: Trystan gets a makeover (or) a thinly veiled character study through the lens of fashion. (Crimes of Passion, Choices)

A/N: Yes this is a repost. Had a few things to change and read through. Overall I am kind of happy with how it turned out! Hope you enjoy! <3 I'm sorry if you were tagged before and tagged again and it's just a mess lol

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They like you, but they’re like, not invested in you.

Sometimes negative attention is positive attention and sometimes it is the other way around. And sometimes you have to bite your tongue and not kill yourself.

We want you to be approachable, but also aloof. We’re thinking a fluff piece every two months. All praise, but first you must look a little less suicidal. A reinvention, we are calling it. You are as fluid as the ocean, sunny as the warm breeze. We want you to be loveable, but not too much. Look the part but — it is a lot better if you can like, get some red in your cheeks. Eat some eggs. Noticeable. Like the Gods walk amongst us.

Stressed clothes exemplify a mixture of grief and a chance at reconciliation. A gold bracelet or necklace will help you stay rooted. A temporary tattoo - the night is still young, you are your mother’s rebellious daughter - do we get that vibe? Yeah? Oversized pinstripe jacket with thick leather shoes. All tucked in. Your mother’s obedient son. Softer, relaxed textures will make you feel at home. A little baggier so they know you’ve been eating okay. Tint of colour everywhere, like copper pops. Your smile should reflect the orange. We’ll get you some staples - brown trenchcoats, silken trousers, blazers. Designer. Off-season colours are something I would personally recommend—?

We are going to experiment very little but it is good to fit in with the art deco crowd. Symmetrics. Stained glass windows. Slim jackets. Florals but we’re not going to go in with the typical bullshit - Venice floating markets, it needs to be organic. Snakes, roses, marshy gardenias. This isn’t a youth school choir, you can lose the tie. We’ll put you in a sweater. It is inviting. That is what you need. Bulky deck shoes with chunky soles with stark polish should also help. Tint of colour, okay? We’re trying to make you a real person. Do you feel real?

They do like you. You just need to give them something to work with.

Rings are just too um.

They aren’t what we’re going for-? It feels too —

We don’t want to scare them. Rings are only as good as the bearer’s fingers. Yours are too watery. You can hold a book - if you like? I dunno. You’re boiling, you’re right off the stove and there’s just a lot of anger and regret that people may not like to see. It’s an ugly grief and it wouldn’t come off as wearing your heart on your sleeve - but — interpreted literally so. Does that - make sense to you?

We can’t do much with your hair - baseball caps are best worn sparse. It will seem like you are trying too hard and you’ll have people sending you death threats. We’ll try scarves. Classy, down-to-earth. Embroidered with your trademark silver. A pop of metal in your clothes will offer your viewers consistency.

We’re trying to make you a plausible - person. A digestible concept. Watches are not — your jam, you will seem more busier and more bored. A thin silver band on your left finger and a gold bracelet in your right wrist; just obscured by the sleeve. A certain roughness around the edges. Shoes - um, we’ll have suede slip-ons. It needs to be fast. A flicker of colour. Grey silk, dark jacket.

Have you heard of the painting, The Persistence of Memory by Salvador Dali? It’s at the Museum of Modern Art - a drive away. You can go see it. They used to teach it to me in class - a symphony of hard and soft surfaces, a play on sight and time and textures. Sometimes you are never really quite here. Sometimes you blend in so well, you fade away and the colours don’t sing to you. You aren’t sure if you are just filling up space or taking space. It is the kind of ambiguity you want everyone to see you with.

We’ll dress you in big sweaters and socks. We will make you appear more wise but doe-eyed. Printed jackets, brightly coloured streetwear paired with Birkenstocks and thick shoes. We can play around with silhouettes for everyday wear. Whimsical pastels and patterned socks. Surreal with a touch of professionalism. An interesting shift in perspective every other day or so - whenever you’d like. A cheat day in this - way where you can select one item of clothing for yourself.

Sight, textures — what else?

Something immortal, maybe. We are thinking of a consistent piece in your wardrobe to have sleuths poke and prod at you from a distance. Sentimental that doesn’t have you ugly-crying. You have to move like water, like time. You cannot stick to one specific emotion. If we are having you wear a Drakovian flag for a consulate meeting, we will have you wear Her colours in the weekend. If there must be a headpiece - like a silver hat of some sort - we will have to incorporate it in your belts.

An hourglass jacket can do you wonders, but only if there is love at first sight. If we get a sniff of the surrounding air and detect something foul, we will change things up once more.

Perhaps this conversation wouldn’t matter in the long run, but it is an important one to have.

Well, we have always seen you as the eldest child, the firstborn. I think there is something like, intrinsically regal about it. You have no land for yourself now, but you do have the time in your hands. There is also something naive about the oldest child in a family, but it will be difficult to deliver that message through clothes. You aren’t helpless now. Trust me, whimpering, desolated looks will do you more harm. It is ugly to seek for help so desperately. We want to paint you as a mother’s favourite. A flawless, favoured-by-the-Gods. A replica of your mother’s necklace is being arranged for you to wear. Innocent and charming. It won’t be read in the same like, helpless flavour you so want to push for.

Once a month, we will opt for a glimmery turtleneck. Tailored nicely. Some eyewear - a pair of smart shades. Futuristic in Times Square. Forward-thinking. You don’t want to appear empathetic or approachable here. White platform shoes. Instant attraction. We will try to reflect like, the seriousness of the Drakovian Idea - the next carrier of the baton. A big bag to imply the same. New York moves fast and you faster. Never abreast and more of a casual observer. The latest headphones in the market to calm your hair down.

I love a good story. I love it when there’s a really specific mental image I can find in real life. It is a comforting Easter egg soup.

There are certain films you can watch to get your grip on the railings. We will try to make you seem like you are a pocket full of hope and ideas. Plaids, cable-knit jumpers, tucked-in khakis, playing around with velvets and matching belts and shoes from When Harry Met Sally. Beautiful oxford shirts - crisp and fit, denim bell bottoms, like an ode to the 60s, but in a less tackier way - perhaps replicating the idea of The Last Days of Disco - literally too. Everyday is New Year’s Eve and your clothes tell a story of rebirth. Ever-changing.

Shearling jackets, half-sleeved buttoned shirts, a very lost-in-your-20s, very Frances Ha. Let yourself seize a moment of messiness when you can. The image of you is young and foolish and you should be able to stare at yourself in the mirror and rub your tired eyes. We can experiment with the landscape; put you in situations where you stand out. A monochromatic you in a city of lights. A dark, hopeless road and a bright pair of rose-tinted glasses. Contrast is a boring, overdone subject and people have written theories about it, but it helps to have more of it and an odd number of it, rather than in twos and fours. Water or wine? Red, blue, green or yellow? You understand?

For the sake of the rising temperatures and the volatile sharks, we vehemently discourage you from having others’ tastes rub off on you. Anything you can be caught with. Think of it like your Mother reading your thoughts - the ugly doubts, the hidden truths. Romances are - like, great, but this is organized. This is important.

Books, people, thoughts, secrets, they are merely accessories. Who you are is a much more closely guarded truth and it is unwise to have that affect your outward appearance. It is just a turbulent time to be yourself. It comes off more as cheap than anything else. You might as well write a self-help struggle snooze-fest guide and that will be more promising.

We want to avoid making mistakes. You are neither a person seeking refuge or a heir to a powerful business. You are not a popstar or a model, you possess a face nobody can quite recognize and we want to stay away from costly errors. You are what the story offers at the moment. If they deem you rebellious, you are. If they deem you ungenerous with a ‘kiss my ring’ angle, you are.

It is such a painfully human understanding and I am not interested in that, much like everyone else. You are an idea and I have an idea. You have to be like, persistent.

People have to like you. But they don’t have to love you to like you.

Tagging: @aces-and-angels @trappedinfanfiction

#trystan thorne #crimes of passion #crimes of passion choices #choices cop #drabbles

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janeacular · 5 months ago

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Why Mother Gothel Should've Been Dark Blonde - an essay, a rant, an obsessive think piece (Part 2)

Part 2 - White people hair colorism and how they could fit in with gothel's self esteem issues, and how she would project that onto her daughter. -------------- This is where we get into how gothel being a dark blonde would add an entire new layer to an already emotionally thrilling movie. To get into it I have to explain what I mean by white people hair colorism. SO! Like with the antisemitism thing i'm sure you're already very familiar with what colorism is. And possibly what white people hair colorism is, but I'll go over it anyways for the people in the back. Colorism is originally a term for comparing poc with each other, either by white people or by poc about their own race. It works differently with every group, however generally it references a preference for lighter skin. White people hair colorism is specifically the phenomenon within white groups that the color of your natural hair is indicative to your desirability. It's not as serious of an issue as true colorism, so the term is imperfect, but the phenomenon exists nonetheless. Generally it is known that blonde is on top, and as we get darker in shades the "worse" we get. This has to due with proximity to whiteness but we could've guessed that. Red is below Black in desirability, while also being fetishized, but that's not what we need to keep in mind for this post. What the heck does this have to do with Mother Gothel? well, everything. or at least it could've been. Gothel is deeply insecure, and obsessed with youth and beauty. Both things that are associated with blonde-ness. When some girls are born bright blonde, and they grow up to have darker hair over time, it can be a huge hit on their self esteem. Their blonde hair was praised their whole life, so it makes sense. Gothel could go through a similar thing and react way over the top about her darker roots growing in. Gothel being specifically a *dark* blonde as an adult could also plant the seeds of jealousy for rapunzel, a magically glowy permanent bright blonde. The jealousy mixed with her basically worshipping her hair would make so much sense in the new context of gothel's relationship with the color. In this au where they did give her dark blonde, I could also imagine that gothel's repeated prolonged use of the healing incantation could give her almost unnatural looking highlights in her hair. This would be an interesting commentary too, on those same insecure girls who get platinum highlights to try and hold onto their platinum blonde youth. very in character for gothel imo. I'll finish this part with the issue of rapunzel's brunette strand in the back of her head. And how gothel would project and force her hair color insecurities on rapunzel. the way some emotionally abusive mothers do with whatever insecurities they may have. When rapunzel is telling the story about her brunette strand to Eugene, people effected by hair colorism felt that it subtly implied that brunette is broken, is worse, uglier somehow.

And I say yes! that is what it felt like! that's probably how she saw her brunette hair. instead of running from that, I think making gothel blonde would make it clearer that this idea was specifically implanted into rapunzel's head. To make her hate her natural hair color. to keep her from ever wanting to cut her own hair to free herself. to not bat an eye when gothel would praise her hair WAY more often than she would ever praise rapunzel herself. But clearly, that doesn't make it right. It makes it sad. Nobody deserves to carry that much shame over their natural hair for the sake of a beauty standard. Gothel is a villain, and using her own insecurities to bring down Rapunzel is just another way to control her. There will be a third (and final?) part to this because my brain swollen

#rapunzel #tangled #mother gothel #princess rapunzel #tangled the movie #disney princesses #disney #disney movies #disney's tangled #essay writing #rant post #disney villains

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midnightswithdearkatytspb · 2 years ago

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More Than Just An Heiress (Dougie Poynter x OFC!Greer Smith)

Pairing: Dougie Poynter x OFC!Greer Smith; Benny Miller x OFC!Cecelia Murphy

Warning: Fluff, Mentions The Last of Us (No Spoilers)

Words: 2.3K+

Synopsis: Greer Smith, the best friend of Dougie Poynter, is turning another year older. She needs reminding that she is more than what she is labeled.

Info: You made yet another trip around the sun, Kristyna! I’m so very proud of you and the person you have become. The mother and wife you have become, as well as the best friend I get to call you. Do you need tissues? I promise I did not plan on making you sniffle, but you say I always make you do that. Anyways, in all seriousness, I’m so lucky to call you my best friend, and if I had to share you with anyone, it would be Dougie Poynter. ;D Thank you for allowing me to borrow Greer Smith from you and let me write her and Dougie getting together. All Dividers are from @firefly-graphics

Greer Smith is known for many things, including being a wine enthusiast. She could tell you the best wine for dinners, desserts, and events. Having picked up the talent, spending the summers of her youth with her grandparents in the French wine vineyards. Some call her fashionista for her vast love for fashion and her ever-growing closet full of clothing, and her favorite Chanel.

Greer is the daughter of multi-billionaire businessman Henry Smith, who could be careless about the fact she is also called an artist. Multiple pieces of her art have been featured around the world. The crown Prince William brought pieces for his spouse as engagement gifts.

Greer is an excellent friend to her childhood friend and closest friend from boarding school Cecelia Murphy. They are so close. Greer is Cecelia’s son’s godmother. According to her best friend, Dougie Poynter, Greer is the Godmother to one of the most fantastic kids on the planet. Greer is a wine enthusiast, fashionista, artist, daughter, godmother, friend, and best friend, who is in love with said best friend.

Greer Smith had made it yet another, something she could celebrate, unlike last week’s gala, which was in celebration of her father's company doing an outreach program that used outside volunteers. Greer Smith had made it to see another year, something her teenage self probably doubted would ever happen. When you are an angsty teenager who thinks the world is out to get you, destined to work at your father’s multi-billion dollar company so you can keep your lifestyle. It makes sense all the sense the relief that you made it another year, somewhat sane at that.

There weren’t many people who remembered this day. That number of people could fit in her king-size bed, and two of them had help from one of them. Cecelia, her closest friend, had yet to forget a birthday of Greer’s. Even when she was eight months pregnant, Cecelia had driven to her house with a cookie cake and sang her happy birthday. Cecelia made sure her fiancê Benny, remembered Greer’s birthday, and that influence went onto their son and Greer’s godson William. Since he was two years old, he had given his godmother a drawing of them and their best friend, Dougie. Dougie was the final person who always remembered her birthday. He could be halfway across the world about to go on stage to perform in front of thousands of people with his band McFly, but he would call her and sing her a happy birthday.

It was no surprise when Greer first woke to her friend Cecelia sitting cross-legged at the end of her bed, black-out curtains half drawn up, letting in the sun. On top of Cecelia’s head was a party hat stolen from one of Tom’s kid birthday parties, and her cell phone in hand. Greer’s laugh got her friend’s attention making Cecelia drop her phone as she leaned forward to pull the artist in for a hug, which Greer eagerly returned.

“Happy Birthday, Greer, another year here, another year smarter, another year grander, another year more beautiful, and another year with us.” Cecelia dramatically kissed Greer on the cheek as she got up from the bed to open the bedroom door where William stood holding Salem, Greer’s black kitten, a gift from Dougie. The kitten jumped from the toddler’s arms, reaching for its owners. Reaching out, Greer grabbed Salem, giving him kisses and pets, taking all the love she could get as William climbed into her lap. To Greer, this was the perfect start to her birthday.

A knock on the bedroom door pulled Greer from her thoughts. He is standing in the doorway of her room, Benny Miller, her godson’s father, alongside her best friend, Dougie. Dougie was holding a tray of cupcakes with lit candles atop them. Greer covered her face in William’s hair out of embarrassment as the group started to sing Happy Birthday off-key to her, most of them trying to get her to laugh.

“Happy Birthday to you, dearling Greer!” Dougie placed his hand on Greer’s shoulder as Benny lifted his son from his godmother's lap. Then, holding the plate of cupcakes out in front of the birthday heiress, Dougie nudged her encouraging her to open her eyes or at least to blow out the dwindling candles before her.

Greer took a deep breath as the butterflies took hold. Then, making the same wish she made every time she saw 11:11 on the clocks in her house, Greer blew the candles out on her cupcakes with the help of William. Cecelia, William, and Dougie cheered for Greer, making her blush more as she grabbed a cupcake off the plate and leaned back against her headboard, pulling Dougie with her.

Cecelia took the plate from Dougie, ensuring everyone got one before sitting on the lounge chair at the end of the bed with her fiancé and son.

“What did you wish for, Smith?” Benny enquired as he started to lick the frosting from the top of his cupcake. Dougie looked at Greer, who was currently trying to fight off Salem, who was very interested in the cupcake.

“That’s for me and the universe to see if it’s in the cards. If I tell you guys it can’t come true, it’s common law.” Greer shrugged as she nudged Salem to the other side of the bed. The kitten looked back quickly, giving it back to her. Greer just rolled her eyes.

“Not even a little bit of a hint, Gee-Gee?” William climbed up on the bed, leaving frosting handprints in his wake for the poor housekeeper to clean up later in the afternoon. Dougie grabbed the boy around the waist and pulled him into his lap, tickling the little boy and making him giggle.

“You can’t spoil a wish, Will. If you do, they can’t come true. So what have your parents been teaching you, kid?” Dougie lifted the kid upright and hugged him.

“Does this mean Buzz’s wish can’t come true because he told his parents he wished for a longboard for Christmas on his birthday?” Will looked up at Dougie as Greer looked at him with her eyebrow raised.

“Would you look at the time? Will, you have swimming lessons in 45 minutes, and you can’t be late again.” Cecelia jumped from her spot on the lounge, nudging Benny with her hand. “Kiss Aunt Gee-Gee goodbye, and hug Uncle Dougie goodbye.” Cecelia made her way over to the side of the bed and kissed her friend’s forehead.

“Happy Birthday, Greer. I’m so lucky to have had you as my roommate all those years ago. I don’t know what this family would ever do without you. See you tomorrow night for your birthday dinner. Call me if you need me.” Cecelia let go of Greer, who wiped a stray tear, secretly not wanting to let her friend know she had been made emotional by her words quite yet.

William threw himself across his godparent’s lap, putting both arms on Greer and Dougie.

“Thank you for the cupcakes, Uncle Dougie. They were good. Happy Birthday, Aunt Gee Gee. I love you so much.” Greer smiled as she leaned down, kissed William on the crown, and ran her fingers through his hair.

Benny picked up his son and hugged Greer.

“Happy Birthday, Greer. Thanks for being a fantastic godmother to our kid and just as good of a friend to Cecelia. They don’t make friends like they used to. So I’m trying to say we are lucky to have you in our family.” Benny patted Greer on the shoulder, grabbing Cecelia’s purse left on the floor by the lounge, leaving Dougie and Greer alone.

There wasn’t much Greer needed when she was an heiress to a multi-billion dollar company. Dougie had been bugging her for weeks about what she wanted for her birthday. She gave her the standardized answer she gave him every year, “just another year of your genuine friendship.” Dougie would send laughing emojis or ask her to be serious. What did she want?

Greer couldn’t tell Dougie what she wanted because what she wanted could probably end their friendship for good if it wasn’t something they both enjoyed. So she would be okay with just another year of having Dougie as her best friend.

Dougie and Greer managed to finish the plate of cupcakes. Dougie ate most of them before they entered the living room, where candles warmed the room, and tons of cushions were on the floor with blankets facing Greer’s big screen TV.

“Dougie, what is this?” Greer looked at the bassist.

“You weren’t giving me any hints about what you wanted for your birthday, so I asked Giovanna and Cecelia. They said you would wish to spend a day inside, with no one to bother you. So I will give you just that and a marathon of The Last of Us because you have been hounding me to watch it.” Dougie led Greer to the cushions laid out, where she found popcorn set out along with various of her favorite candies next to her favorite living room blanket. If her heart wasn’t already beating fast, it almost felt like it could come out of her chest.

“Benny helped me set up the cushions, but I lit all the candles, made sure they were from that one store that Johnny Depp gets them, the one you dragged me to a few years ago. The lady said we should get a whole day's marathon out of them. No need to trim the wicks or anything.” Greer got comfortable as Dougie continued to ramble about the heavenly-smelling candles he had sprinkled throughout the surfaces of her living room.

At that moment, Greer didn’t care about the burning candles though they probably cost a fortune. She didn’t want to watch Joel Miller and Ellie Williams risk their lives to save the world from mushrooms. Though it was one of her favorite shows and video games, she would much rather spend it with Dougie and her feelings off her chest.

“Dougie, I like you, and I’ve liked you for a long time, and I’m not going to keep these feelings to myself anymore.” At some point during her little speech, Greer's hands had found their way into Dougie’s while her eyes had pinched shut in nervousness.

Dougie laughed as he tugged on Greer’s hands, pulling her closer to him, his grip on her hands getting tighter.

“Greer, you did what I couldn’t do and admitted you liked me. Would I have gone out of my way to get you all these candles from that bloody store if I didn't want you? If I didn’t have it bad for you, would I take the time to answer your text messages at three in the morning? If I didn’t like you, Greer Smith, would I put up with your obnoxious friends from boarding school that even you admit you can barely stand? No. I want you, Greer Smith, and I have liked you for a long time. I just haven’t had the guts to tell you.” Dougie laughed at Greer’s shocked face as he let go of her hands to pull her face in to kiss her softly on the lips.

Greer had wished on every birthday candle for the past three years for something more with Dougie. More alone time, more outings together, more signs that he loved her the way she loved him. Just as she wished for him to kiss her, just like she expected, his kiss took her breath away.

“If I had known all it would take was me setting all this up to have you telling me you like me, I would have brought the candle store out sooner.” Dougie joked. Greer blushed as she leaned forward with her head on his chest.

“It took me blowing out the candles on my cupcakes and all the candies. The candles are a nice touch, though.” Greer laughed as Dougie tickled her side.

“Dougie, I didn’t say anything sooner because I thought you only saw me as one of your best friends, an heiress, someone you could take with you places when you didn’t want to be alone.” Greer felt the weight she had been carrying lifted off her chest while Dougie felt his heart breaking slightly.

“Greer, you are more than just an heiress or someone I show off at parties.” Dougie brushed a piece of Greer’s hair behind her ear. “To me, you are someone I can tell my deepest darkest secrets to, and I know I will not get judged for them unless it’s for liking KitKat’s over Cadbury. You’re someone I can spend hours in a silent room with, and it is not awkward. I could walk around art galleries with you. Nothing matches your artistic abilities. Greer, you are one of a kind, and I would want no one but you.” professed Dougie as he traced Greer’s dimple with his thumb.

“You will always be more than what those stupid tabloids say, and the thoughts in your head may want you to believe. Hopefully, you will be my girl Greer Smith. And if anybody wants to label you more than fantastic, they must take it up with me.” Greer leaned forward and kissed Dougie intensely with admiration.

No one in Greer’s life had taken the time to speak highly of her and make her feel good about herself. She hadn’t felt this good since Cecelia told her she was the Godmother of William like someone truly admired her for caring for their child, but this time someone truly admired her for her.

“Yes, Dougie Poynter, I shall be your lady. With that being said and done, I want to cuddle with you, eat some chocolate, and watch grumpy Joel Miller with my boyfriend.” Greer cuddled into Dougie’s side, pushing him to lean back against the bottom of her couch. Boyfriend Dougie liked the sound as he passed Greer the remote and some Cadbury. Dougie and Greer, we're meant to be boyfriend and girlfriend.

#ktk writes #mcfly fanfiction #dougie poynter x ofc #dougie poynter x reader #mcfly x reader #mcfly x ofc #mcfly oneshot

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wheretheresaway-theresawilliam · 1 year ago

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Chapter 9: The Hospital

Word Count: 695

TWs: Emeto mention, hospital setting, injury mention, police mention

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“What the fuck have you done?!” Michael’s father was screaming in his face. It felt as if he had a birdseye view of the whole scene. He was sitting on one of the many folding chairs in the dining hall. Most of the building had been cleared out shortly after an ambulance had been called. Sirens wailed outside as paramedics and officials of the law rushed in and out of the building.

Henry was working on opening FredBear’s locked jaw, his face grey as he fought against the urge to vomit. Margarete was in hysterics, being comforted by a shaking Norman, while Elizabeth sat curled up on the floor, her head buried in her knees. Henry’s daughter, Charlie, barely any older than Evan had been, sat beside her, rubbing her back.

Michael blinked and he was sitting in a hospital waiting room. There was still blood on his tank top. Evan’s blood. He slowly looked up at the clock on the wall. 5:00pm. An older, well-kept man with horn-rimmed glasses approached him.

“Hello, young man. You wouldn’t happen to be Michael Afton, would you?”

“Uh, yeah.” Michael cleared his throat, feeling as if he had swallowed a brick. “That’s me.”

The man smiled gently. “My name is Harvey Pierce, I work for the local police station. I know you must be feeling very rattled at the moment but I just wanted to ask you some questions, if you’d let me.”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “I can try and answer, but I can’t guarantee I’ll be any help. I feel like I fell down a flight of stairs.”

“May I sit beside you?”

Michael nodded and Pierce sat, retrieving a notepad and pen from his pockets. “I’ll get a pleasantry out of the way, how are you feeling? Emotionally.”

“I… I don’t fucking know, man. What happened?? Where’s Evan??”

“Calm down, son. That’s alright. We’ll get to that in a moment… you don’t remember?”

“Uh… bits and pieces…” Just uttering that phrase made him nauseous. “Me and my friends were just having a bit of fun. Something went wrong.”

Sadness shown in Pierce’s eyes. “Yes, unfortunately.”

“Who are you and what are you doing with my son?” William’s voice made them both jump as they hadn’t heard him approaching at all. Pierce stood and showed him his badge.

“Officer Harvey Pierce. I’d recognize you anywhere, Mr. Afton, but I didn’t realize this was your son.” Pierce looked between the two. “Now that I see you side by side, I see the resemblance. Striking, really, all in the face, though I’d say your boy tans better.”

William’s hands curled into fists at his sides. “I appreciate your attempts at humour, Mr. Pierce, but I think now is hardly the time to be making them. My son, my other son, is inches from death.”

“I understand, Mr. Afton. Forgive me. I only wanted to ask Michael about the events that occurred this afternoon-”

“And he is in no fit state to be answering them. Look at him, he’s completely out of it, you’d be a vulture to take advantage of youth in such a vulnerable position, he is only seventeen, Mr. Pierce.”

“Yes. Yes, I see what you’re getting at, Mr. Afton, forgive me again… I’ll leave your family to grieve, but know you can’t evade questioning forever.”

“I know that. Goodbye, Mr. Pierce.”

“Goodbye, Mr. Afton. May God be with you and your loved ones.”

William waited until Pierce was out of earshot before he turned his blazing eyes on Michael, who by now had gotten unsteadily to his feet. “I knew this would happen, one day,” he murmured. “Somehow, I just knew…”

“Dad?” Michael’s voice broke. And though he hated the man before him, he couldn’t help but collapse forward, hoping William would catch him. He did, pulling him into a tight embrace. Michael began to sob, harder than he could ever remember.

“You pathetic, whimpering sod…” William could feel his own violence growing inside of him. It would be easy for him to snap Michael’s neck, and it would be a relatively quick way to go. But he wouldn’t. He couldn’t.

#fnaf #fnaf au #fnaf fic #william afton #michael afton #afton family #accursed heritage au

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brucewhite · 1 year ago

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genya, isabela, tonnie hehe, aannnnd kleo bc i need more songs on her playlist

genya: 95. Bees by The Ballroom Thieves

lowkey i struggled with this one a little just because genya is COMPLICATED like they are in a sense our typical brand of frenemy lol but idk they’re both such complicated people and have really crazy lives. i think this song is about trying to find hope in a chaotic world and trying to find a way to believe in yourself and trying not to let people down. and that last line “this is not the place that i was born in but it doesn’t mean it’s not the place where i belong” FOUND FAMILY BABY. also that part about reading felt very gem idk.

isabela: 8. orange show speedway by Lizzy McAlpine

to me this song is about like lost and/or imagined youth— i think isabela had to grow up really fast with the coup happening right in the middle of her university experience and the eldest daughter of it all and kind of missed out on some critical moments of youth but i imagine she has some happy memories of avalor she likes to return to— and yet it’s tainted in a way because of everything that happened after. and i think the ending of the song really drives that home. ok getting emo bye :’(

tonnie: 99. Ooh La La by Faces

sorry this is kind of a joke this was hard 😂😂😂 it’s basically about a guy whose grandpa tells him when he was a kid that women will screw you over and he’s like nah grandpa you’re old and bitter and then lo and behold he gets screwed over by a woman and he’s like well shit i guess grandpa had a point😂😂 which is maybe a little misogynistic but idk the song is kind of a bop lmfao and annie DID screw tom over so… support women’s wrongs i guess🤪

kleo: 55. Call it Dreaming by Iron and Wine

i was trying to find a song that encapsulated like history and stories to go with kleo’s muse abilities and i think this is fitting! to me it’s about sharing your history with someone and fitting the pieces together with theirs kind of and it has this sweet dreamy quality that feels like it goes with kleo “for all the love you left behind you can have mine”

#ask meme

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mitsybubbles · 7 months ago

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The evidence for all of this is very vague and should be clearer like you said, but going off the crumbs we got

Messmer was most likely a virgin birth (or from the Union of a random numen I guess) and like Radagon, his red hair is because the fell god/abyssmal snake’s curse.

The main reason I don’t think he’s from a marigon union is because there is some evidence Rykard and Radahn were in the land of shadows or had ties to some of the bosses in there

Rykard’s abductor virgins are there, he was also an inquisitor who could have been called to help in that war, Tanith shares similarities to the dancers of ranah and is stated to be “a dancer from another land”, Gaius’s blades of stone states that Radahn knew him very well in their youth

If Messmer was a firstborn child of Marika, or at the very least, if he was an adult when Radahn and Rykard were adults, then chronologically it wouldn’t make much sense for Radagon to be Mesmer’s father since he would have had to have a union with Marika before he married and later left Rennala

I think a piece as to why marigon couldn’t be a thing pre-Godfrey/pre-Renallagon’s marriage is because unless they were a secret couple, it was a complete surprise to everyone when he left Rennala to be with Marika and a mystery as to why he would do that (it would be more clear if it was known they were exes)

There is also the idea that he was Godwyn’s twin and this, Godfrey’s son but there is no real evidence for or against that theory

Going to Melina, her lore is a lot more vague than Messmer’s but we can run with her either being a direct sibling of messmer’s or Marika’s last born since the clues to her birth is that she is Messmer’s “younger sister” and that she “was born at the foot of the erdtree” (note that she did not say inside- so it had to be pre shattering)

If it was the former most likely she was born like how Messmer was born. If it was the latter than she would most likely be Radagon’s daughter but not of the same set as Malenia and Miquella

She also has some evidence of her existence prior to her burning (presumably pre shattering) with her blade of calling inside a secret office in Leyendell, guarded by a dead official stated to deal with “executions, and gruesome rituals”, she has strong ties to Marika including having memories of very private moments of Marika’s life, her clothes and weapon match Malenia’s daughters, and her spiritual form is tied to torrent. This might not bring up much to do with her specific order of birth, but it does provide some context for her life and ties before she was burned which can help with headcannoning her birth order and lineage

There’s also the butterfly thing and it seems that all of the demigod kids who have butterflies came only from Marika (and Radagon since he’s the same Being) so there is that too since Melina and Messmer have butterflies but I’m not sure how exactly it would fit in here but I also feel it is too important to Not mention

i just wanna know who messmer and melina’s father is. like, so much points to radagon (butterflies, hair color, hell even the way messmer looks SO much like malenia phase 2) but chronologically, that shouldn’t be possible, unless radagon happened to be around wayy before even godfrey (should messmer indeed be firstborn). which is POSSIBLE but like, it’s confirmed radagon didn’t START attached to marika, and also smth about giant lineage. So

#elden ring

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cozymoko · 3 years ago

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Just ignore this cause I'm a dumbass at time, could I request the daibolik brothers reaction to meeting their sister for the first time

Note: I wanted the boys to have a healthy relationship with their sister! This is slightly yandere.

Pairing: Sakamakis' (separately) x Platonic fem! reader

WARNINGS: Minor-yandere themes

Disclaimer: Requires editing

SHU

He was by far the strangest of them all, yet he would not bat an eye at the mere thought. Even once being confronted by the small girl with red silks adorning her skin. Small hands clung to the fitted slacks worn by her familiar, those brilliant eyes holding an emotion far from pleasant. The eldest could only form one question, "What was he thinking sending her here?"

Your presence was rather bothersome. Seeing as you were already disturbing his sleep a mere moment after your arrival. Toying with the hem of his sweater, the coarse material. Peering at him with big doe eyes, so curious, even innocent in the company of his harsh gaze. He was at a loss for words, an ineffable sensation bubbling in his chest. How on Earth did you get here?

"Haah...to think that man has some ounce of dignity was a mistake. Just what was he thinking sending someone like you here, I wonder..."

REIJI

What a shock. Despite being notified of the arrival of a very important guess, this wasn't what he expected. A little girl, holding the appearance of a mere preteen. With wide, tender eyes that held a look of utter bewilderment and rosy cheek. But most of all you resembled him. More than Subaru, that he could not say, yet you were that man's daughter indeed.

He had no intentions of sharing you, that may be true. Yet not out of selfishness, he presumes, but more for the idea of keeping you pure. Your mind young and untainted by his dearest brothers. He sees potential in you, something valuable. For that fact, Reiji will not allow his mediocre excuses for brothers stand in his way.

"Good grief, exactly how many kids does that man have? Surely he could make an effort to restrain himself for our sake."

AYATO

Running behind, a skill this boy is far too good at. Even when gifted such a generous opportunity to greet his dearest sister he remains unseen. A young girl, dressed in rather boyish attire of an oversized jersey and baby blue denim jeans. She was an early teen at most and from the looks of it she was seething. Eyebrows pinched close together, foot tapping against the tiled floor as she mutters incoherent words under her breath. “Just where the hell is he?!”

Partners in crime or fools as Reiji would say. Seeing as the two of you manage to stir up some commotion wherever you are. though most of the damage being from Ayato's feeble attempts at impressing you. But with a troublesome upbringing such as his, does the idea truly surprise you?

"C'mon, say it! 'Ore...sa...ma' now you try! Ha- what the hell do you mean you won't say it?!"

KANATO

Dolled up in layers of pretty silks. Each a discrete shade of lavender, stopping right below your knees. With eyes that mimicked the most divine pieces of jewelry, that seemed to compliment your youthful features. Lightly painted lips, round cheeks flushed with color. At your side stood two familiars, both accompanied with a pair of hefty suitcases in hand.

Jealous of your beauty he was, more than he’d care to admit. Yet when that sugary sweet, “Hey!” left your lips, only then did you become vaguely tolerable. Well, enough to be in his presence, of course. Soon attending little tea parties, accompanying him during long strolls along the garden, even so much as becoming his personal doll; to dress up in extravagant dresses of course. The two of you were inseparable, and it’d be best if you don't change that.

"Just what do you think you're doing? You cannot leave without your dress! You are my dolly so sit still and act like one!"

LAITO

You, my dear, have successfully piqued his interest. How does a pretty young girl such as yourself find herself so far from home? Perhaps you've lost your way, fallen astray on your way home. No matter the circumstance, you were welcomed with open arms. A bit too welcome for your liking.

You were swept into his arms in a matter of seconds. A brisk shock from the bitter cold sensation of his cheek reaching your fingertips. He simply could not help himself, rather than a smirk his lips pulled into a genuine smile. Words dripping with an ineffable strain of sincerity. Despite his chilling touch you could not deny the warmth blooming through your chest, like scattered blossoms on a spring evening.

"My, my, who do we have here~? Our sister you say...She's far too cute to be a product of his affairs~!"

SUBARU

"Leaving so soon, Mr. Sakamaki?" The suited man muttered, "You have been requested to escort your sister to her room; it would be in your best interest to do such." The once silent familiar shot towards the departing man. The glare shot your way sent shivers down your spine, like pins and needles penetrating through your skin; yet you remained straight-faced, chin held high.

Oh, how he despised his curiosity. The pesky emotion that had driven his eyes astray, but how could he resist? As adorable as you were, legs crossed over on another, a sweet smile gracing your lips. What a pure sight, one that flooded him with a rather formidable need to protect. From who, unfortunatrly I have no clue; perhaps his brothers or himself and rightfuly so.

"Tch, so annoying. Haah...you're lucky you're just a kid or I would've let you have it."

#—🍁#shu sakamaki #reiji sakamaki #ayato sakamaki #kanato sakamaki #laito sakamaki #subaru sakamaki #diabolik lovers headcanons #diabolik lovers imagines #diabolik lovers ayato #diabolik lovers shu #diabolik lovers reiji #diabolik lovers laito #diabolik lovers subaru

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shotorozu · 4 years ago

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hello!! i saw that your requests were open and wanted to ask if you could do single dad! atsumu suna and sakusa falling in love with reader, like it's sort of a meet cute (or not) but the reader falls for them and the kid and happiness lskfjsdfk have a great day!!

single dad! falling for reader

character(s) : miya atsumu, suna rintarou, sakusa kiyoomi (haikyuu!!)

legend : [Y/N = your name] they/them pronouns used, timeskip au! (because,, single dads.)

headcanon type : fluff, crack and angst if you squint (x reader)

warning(s) : mentions of the character’s ex wives, the ex-wives being jerks for multiple different reasons and ways (so,, be warned. for negligence, not very detailed hitting, and cheating, but not on reader)

note(s) : me, writing for haikyuu?? wow, a surprise! also, it’s been a while since i’ve written for haikyuu so if i don’t get the characterization correctly— ESPECIALLY FOR SAKUSA, i’m sorry in advance.

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miya atsumu

at first, his marriage was happy. miya atsumu— successful in his 20s, basically set for life, and with a head strong wife that gave him a wonderful daughter

he was elated when his son, genji came into this world. he wouldn’t swap him out for anyone else. and it was all good, really

until he started spotting marks on genji’s delicate skin, and he even found a large bruise on his shoulder when he was changing his shirt! he almost passed away seeing that

genji would also have a sudden fear of being alone in the house— even when his mother would stay behind to take care of him

but why though? genji’s only 4! what could’ve happened to him? he doesn’t recall hiring any babysitters.

he finally found the answer one day, when he found out that his head strong, intense wife— has been physical with him!

basically, all the love for his wife flew out the window, and he filed for a divorce— and of course, he won custody

and he assumed that his love life would stop at that— and it didn’t sound terrible. all that mattered was that his son was safe, and happy again

but this is where you come in

you work at a toy store, a small business toy store really, that sold the highest of quality only

and atsumu took genji to either replace, or fix the toy he broke a few days back. the place was recommended to him by shoyo— who also had a kid of his own

you’re just two years younger than him, eyes full of determination and care, practically the complete opposite of his ex-wife.

you put up a good conversation with him, while you fixed the toy— the two of you talking about the mutual friends, and that ‘this place should be a lot more popular.’

and also, his son did happen to take a liking to you. he seemed joyous in your presence— compared to how he was with his ex-wife

and from that moment on, the two of you would only become closer— especially when a bunch of his son’s toys started breaking magically

before atsumu knew it, he harbored something for you— the absolute angel you were to the both of them

“‘m sorry for the inconvenience,” the faux blond scratches the back of his next “didn’t know genji here was a ‘lil clumsy weasel,”

you laugh, and genji’s just staring at you with amusement, “it’s fine, genji could break his entire toy box— and i’d still fix it anyway.”

so this was the nerve wracking part, “to make up for it, would you like some coffee later? i could treat ‘ya.”

“is this yer way of askin’ Y/N—”

“shut yer mouth for a sec— uhm,” he looks at you, sheepishly

you laugh, “miya, i wouldn’t mind honestly. but i’d assume you’re busy as it is.”

“not at all!” atsumu replies, “i’ll just, drop off genji first. say yer thanks to Y/N,” atsumu looks at genji, encouraging him to say his thanks

“,,thanks for fixing my toys, Y/N.”

“no problem, genji.” you smile at the two of them when they move to leave the store, fixed toys in hand— as they wave at you before parting

“oh, Y/N?” atsumu calls out,

“yeah?”

“call me atsumu— from now on.” his cheeks are tinted pink, and he can feel genji’s eyes on him.

“oh, uhm. yeah! i’ll see you later, atsumu.”

so yeah— the two of you went out for some coffee, and before he even knew it, he was in love.

it might take him a few months to realize it though

suna rintarou

i can’t imagine him having kids for some reason 💀 but if he were to have any, he’d definitely have a daughter

rintarou himself, didn’t think he would have kids at at all, really. but the moment he was able to meet asuka— his lovely little daughter

he was hooked. he seemed a little awkward at first, not very used to caring for a child. but he was actually decent at his job

he’d sneak into his daughter’s room to hold her when she was upset— even when his wife was too knocked out to realize it, and he’d show her picture books

since she liked them a lot, even when she can’t coherently read a straight paragraph yet.

it started to concern him when he realized how little his wife was involved in the development of their daughter.

she started acting different, a little bit after she didn’t have to breastfeed asuka

and then, that’s when it happened.

“i literally can’t believe you,” he speaks when he’s packing his things, “we have a child together.”

his soon to be ex wife is on the floor, begging him to stay— but he doesn’t care. “look, the idea of you cheating wasn’t very surprising. i don’t care anymore, really. but the fact that you’ve been neglecting asuka for your selfish needs is low. i hope you’re ashamed of yourself.”

his words are so much different that his lenient, calm self. which only solidifies reality

so he leaves with asuka, not caring about the sobs that left his soon to be ex wife’s mouth.

and even though he was still angry at his wife for not being there, he’d never let it show to asuka

he’d still show her picture books, he’d still sit down and watch miraculous ladybug with her— even when she doesn’t understand it all completely

and speaking of picture books— he decided that he needed to buy more for her

so he took her to the bookstore, and he didn’t really know what he was doing. he bought all those previous books when asuka was still a newborn

now it’s a little fuzzy on what he should be looking for. colors, right? he needs a picture book that has plenty of colors.

and that’s where you come in. you’re youthful, despite looking not that far off his age, you’re humming to yourself as you fix the bookshelves

“uhm,” he calls out for your help, and you look at him in recognition “need any help? what are you looking for?”

there’s a helpful glint in your eyes, and it reminded him of what should’ve been in his ex wife’s eyes. “my daughter, likes picture books. and,, i don’t know what i’m doing.”

she’s basically a replica of him, same eye color, and same hair color. but her eyes are much more rounded, youthful.

“cute kid,” you smile when she coos at you, “the children books are this way, follow me!” you exclaim, moving to navigate your way to the children’s book isle

so it seems to be that you really know what you’re doing. most people would’ve recommended picture books with a lot of words, or just no words at all

but you’ve found the books that made asuka exclaim in happiness.

and although it’s not very obvious that rintarou’s caring to his child— he is, and you could tell. despite looking lost, and sometimes bored when you’re explaining the books.

so every 2 weeks, the father would return with his daughter, after he got back from volleyball— and you’d help them pick out on certain books.

rintarou assumed he’d never take a liking in anyone again, but,, here he is. and he doesn’t know how you’ll react to that.

but it’s worth a try— he’d try and get your number when he’d see you again

the next time you see him, the middle blocker’s alone. and he tells you that he needs more picture books for asuka, since she’s staying over at his volleyball friend’s house for a day

“Y/N,”

“yes?” you turn your head, meeting his stare. he looks well,, himself. like how he first sought out for your help a few weeks back

“,, could i get your number? y’know, just in case asuka wanted worded books in the future. you’ve helped a lot, so,,”

you smile, “is this your way of hitting on me?”

he didn’t think it was that obvious, “what?— i mean,” he fumbles to reason out, feeling a bit more awkward. because yes, he’s asking you out but,, he has the power to make things more laxed, y’know?

truthfully, you don’t know much about him. you know a lot about his daughter, sure! but you don’t know anything about her biological mother, or what happened, or why she’s not taking asuka to the bookstore

but you chose not to ask, out of respect. he’d tell you some other day. “i’m just teasing,” you smile, moving to get a small piece of paper— writing your digits on the paper, and placing it in his pocket

“i’d like to see you again,” you smile, “say hi to asuka for me.”

the middle blocker left the store in content, absolutely sure that asuka would love to see you again even when she can’t form proper sentences.

sakusa kiyoomi

didn’t think he’d be fit to be a father— but here he is

though he seems cold, he does take responsibility, and he does love and care for his child, seina

it’s not like he’ll be posting pictures of his child everywhere— i mean, even if he had a different personality, he still wouldn’t be posting his kid everywhere

but he does cherish seina, like his life depended on it. he’d still silently watch her cross out word puzzles in a messy matter, he’d silently listen to her talk about her favorite pastries

he loves her!

so that’s why it made him mad, when even after 4 years of seina being born, her mother made little to no effort in spending time with her

doesn’t matter if it was a simple gesture like tucking her in, or showing up to a birthday— she just,, never did.

it was almost as if she was ignoring seina, which causes some distraught on the child’s behalf— which passed on the negative feeling to him

like,, seina wasn’t an unbearable kid. sure, she acted up here and there, that’s an issue kiyoomi has been trying to fix on his own

but it was nothing too concerning, and it was containable. but his wife treated her like she was absolutely unbearable

and it was super strange because, she’d act normal around him, but would barely acknowledge her own daughter’s existence

so what did kiyoomi do? he confronted her, of course.

and no— his wife wasn’t cheating, and nothing tragic happened that would’ve caused her to be this way

she was just,, lazy

“so.. you gave birth and stopped caring for her? is that it?” furious was an understatement, considering that his wife forgot to make her daughter breakfast

which caused her to sneak out of the house, and ask for some breakfast from some nice neighbors.

“look, if you want nothing to do with her, just say that. i’m taking seina, and leaving.” so yeah now he’s a single father.

to say he didn’t love her was too quick, a part of him didn’t love the fact that his wife loved him, but didn’t show any sign of affection towards her daughter.

he knew it was going to fade away anyway. his feelings for his unofficial ex wife.

and i don’t think he’d plan on seeing new people, since now these days— people just like the idea of being with him

which meant that most people would’ve been scared away, or turned off if they really sat down in a conversation with him

besides the point, kiyoomi was taking his daughter to the bakery again— as she was craving new pastries, and wanted to go to the new bakery that just opened near by

and kiyoomi was like “why not ig” and took her there— but then, this is where he’d meet you for the first time

you were one of the bakers, and it’s not like he was going to pay attention to you— until you did something even HE couldn’t do

“papa, whyyyy” the whining sounding painful in his ears, as his daughter clung to the display of pastries “can’t we get moreeee??”

“seina,” he sighs, “no, we can’t.”

“but—”

“papa, you’re no fair!” her bottom lip trembles, and he could almost FEEL the judgmental stares of the other customers in the bakery

and this is where you come in, “is something the matter?”

“papa won’t.. get me more!” she stares at the selection of pastries, “i’ve been so nice but.. it’s no fair!” her eyes tear up

“don’t cry,” you bend down to blot her tears away with a tissue, “y’know, he probably has a reason, but you’re in luck— actually!” you maneuver behind the counter

you come out from behind, presenting a fresh batch of pastries— that were just right to his daughter’s liking, to the point that it shut her up entirely

“they’re on the house, today’s our opening day, so it’s the bakery’s treat!”you state in a warming matter, grabbing a paper bag to place the pastries in

kiyoomi stares at you, observing you quietly— you could feel his cold stare, even though he’s wearing a medical face mask, that covers about half of his face

you blink, not knowing what is going through his head, and you gesture to his daughter to take them

you clearly don’t know who he is— and that gives kiyoomi some sort of relief, compared to the other customers that are murmuring to each other “sakusa kiyoomi’s here with his daughter! is this what he does in his free time?”

kiyoomi takes the paper bag, giving some sort of non verbal acknowledgement, before he takes his daughter’s hand and leaves

“bye, kind person!” seina calls out to you, which catches you off guard— this causes your coworkers to coo at the girl’s words

“didn’t know sakusa’s daughter was so cute!”

and you’d assume that your interactions with the quiet stranger and his daughter would end at that, but no! life is full of surprises.

the tall masked father comes in again, a little bit before closing time— you were absolutely beat, your back feeling as if boulders were glued to the back, and your feet burning from all of the rush

“oh, what could i do for you?”

he stays quiet, but a small presence sticks behind him, and peers up to you. the face is familiar to you, so you wave “hi there! it’s nice to see you again.”

“i wanna say thanks.” her rounded eyes practically shimmer when they lay themselves on the pastries again, but she shakes her head “for the pastries! they’re very tasty.”

“i’m glad you like them, what was your favorite part of the pastry?”

“the filling! twas yummy!” she gives a toothy grin, “tell me, where ‘dya learn to bake like that?”

kiyoomi stares at the scene unfolding before him. it was.. new. unfamiliar— he hasn’t seen his daughter act like this with anyone else— besides him and his team mates. so, he simply watched.

seina babbled and babbled, much to the your amusement— and the other staff members. you listened to her with your full attention, your interest never wavering in the slightest

it’s a bit later, kiyoomi holds a tired seina in his arms— you expect him to leave the bakery, his daughter’s wishes been fulfilled, and he wouldn’t have a reason to stick around

but then he presents to you a large stack of cash “for the pastries. my,, daughter really liked them.”

your eyes widen, “sir! i told you, the pastries were on the house!” you shake your head, “either way, i can’t take this! it’s too much for some pastries!”

“no, seina insists. in fact, she’s entirely why i’m here.” his tone stays consistent, but even with the mask— you could tell that he’s smiling. “she’s well,, everything. if she’s set on something, then she’ll do everything to achieve her goal.”

you smile at the statement, “thanks for bringing her here sir..?”

kiyoomi hesitates to tell you his name for a moment, an unfamiliar, yet familiar pound in his chest rises— he chooses to not figure it out right now, considering that it would be too soon to pursue a romantic relationship.

but, if his daughter brought him here, then it must be for a reason. “kiyoomi.”

“right,” you smile, “thanks for coming here, kiyoomi. you can give me a call, if seina wants any more pastries.” you write your number on a piece of paper, and hand it to him

he doesn’t reply, but he does take the piece of paper anyway— keeping it in his pocket

and for once, he thinks that he doesn’t hate having to go to the bakery weekly., because there’ll be a warm presence there to greet him— and of course, seina.

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thekillingjoke-haha · 3 years ago

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We’re Batshit Crazy

@spnquotebingo Word count:1,609

Summary: Love isn't all that perfect sometimes love is crazy especially when the Hero is in love with said crazy.

Gotham AU

Jason Todd(Jensen Ackles) x Villan!Reader

Enemies and Lovers (none of that "to" bs)

Gotham Recasting: Batman=John, Dick Grayson(second Robin not first) =Sam ,Tim Drake=Adam, Joker(ledger style)=Lucifer, Harley Quinn=Lilith,ect.

Warnings: Mention of death, blood, guns, and violence

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The mad laughter rung out into the night sky as the purple Lamborghini hit corners with violently sharp turns. "Oh puddin I just love family night!~" The pale platinum blonde giggled as the man with green dyed hair licked his smiling lips. A bubble of laughter came from the back seat he turned around to see his princess looking out the small back window. "Batsy batsy batsy" Her low/high pitched giggle caused a crazy chain reaction as the bat mobile hurried to catch up. "Always ruining our fun,huh,princess?" The clown king shifted his gray-ish blue order into the mirror grinning making the scars on his face raise into a sinister smile at the look of pure chaos in his daughter's e/c eyes. "Not tonight! Not on my birthday!!" She said as she smiled reaching under the seat to pull out a Tommy gun. Climbing to the front seat sitting on her mothers lap she leaned out the passenger window. "Go back to the Rat cave your not gonna put a downer on my weekend!" Y/n yelled shooting off round towards the tires,windshield,and headlights.

The mobile didn't seem to have a scratch as as a motorcycle pulled up beside it. Slipping back in the car the younger women pouted looking at get parents. "He called his little birdie no doubt the replacements in the car." Y/n huffed as she dug around for more fire power. "Puddin we have a visitor.~" The red mask gazed at us as he lifted a forearm pistol. Shots were fired and Joker took a hard right almost like tron the motorcycle quickly turned into a ally to avoid being hit. "Sorry Princess might have to cut tonight shot." He said licking his lips as a thump came from the roof making the youngest clown snarl her eye crazed as she shot above her as the purple car swerved wildly. "YOU'RE RUINING MY BIRTHDAY,BATS!!!" Y/n cackled madly a mixture of her parents laughed till the magazine ran out.

They got to one of their warehouses where Jokers men were armed to the teeth. The clown mask had black soulless eyes and immediately fired the moment the batmobile entered. Y/n skipped out of the purple Lamborghini she got on her tippy toes and kissed her dad on the cheek. "I got the hooded punk. Can you clip the bats wings for me...a little present?!" He laughed as he armed himself with a shotgun. "Anything for my princess." The f/c sf/c female clown skipped away knowing that the motorcycle riding vigilante was hot on her tail. That's how she found herself on the roof tops jumping the gaps as heavy footfalls followed. Her loud laugh echoed as she leaped to a smaller building hiding behind a vent the moment the brown leather jacket came into view she tackled the tall man. They were both panting as a grin pulled on the clowns lips.

Y/n POV

"Caught ya,Jay bird." I giggled pulling of the helmet his apple green eyes covered by a second mask stared at me he chuckled as his hand slipped above his head in mock surrender. "Yeah you caught me,beautiful." Leaning down I kiss him my hands pushed into his cheeks my thumb running over the scarred J. We've been dating for awhile now ever since dad kidnapped the second Robin at seventeen. I was fifteen at the time and dad had me at his side as he tortured him.I was always there to stitched him up and put burn cream after shock therapy I didn't know how we got attached maybe because he wanted to rebel a little by talking to me or someone around his age saw the same if not worse shit.

Six years ago(Y/n 15 Jason 17)

"Why are you helping me?" Looking up his head was strapped down along with his arms and legs. I shrugged my shoulders I knew who he was if I wiped off the make up and temp dyed my hair I was the honor student in the same class as him. Jason Todd anyone with eyes had a thing for him,but after removing his mask it wasn't hard to piece together who the bat fam is. "I know what my dad has planned for you Jay. This is just a band-aid on a gunshot wound and might I say that's very unhelpful." This was the first I spoke to him and it wasn't long before Dad beat him to death.

Two years later.

I sat in the back of the car as Frost drove. We just left the cemetery. "Why are we doing this,n/n." He asked looking in the rear view mirror at me. I'm seventeen now my thoughts screamed at me. Why was I trying to bring him back? "Because I crazy that why!" I giggled as we grew closer to the lazapit. He was dressed in a black suit with red tie his body sunk into the water as I waited. A loud gasp drew my attention as he shot up a white streak in his hair. "Heya sleeping beauty." Looking over in shock he lowly made his way looking like a baby deer. "I'm alive,but h-how?" His green eyes looked at me. "A Ghoul owed me a few favors I just asked to use his fountain of youth." Handing him a towel and some clothes. "Sorry about the outfit,but Arkham does have one size fits all." Jason chuckled as he started to dry off.I realized why I brought him back. I was crazy about him.

Two more years later(two years ago)

Jason wanted to stay dead he didn't go back to His dad and brother after he realized that neither of them tried and save him. It was sad to see,but it brought Jason closer to me and he started to trust me and I gave trust in return. Blood coated my hands while some was on my face. Looking at Jay some was speckled on his cheeks taking the pockets square out of the mobsters coat I wiped it off he looked down at me his arm slipped around my waist pulling me closer my breath hicked. "Will you be my girlfriend,my little jester?" A large smile grew on my face as my arms went around his neck pulling him down further. "Gladly,Jay bird." I kissed him not caring if my lipstick stained his lips and he didn't seem to care either as the kiss grew more intense. We shared our first kiss at nineteen surrounded by dead bodies as sirens and the unmistakable sound of the armed batmobile. At least he's as crazy about me as I am about him.

One year ago. (Jason POV for a sec)

I came to Bruce I hate to admit it but I needed advice about the one think he knew best. Women. It was just a couple of months ago he found out I was alive and shocker he managed to drive Dicky boy to Blüdhaven to get away from him to get his own image and not just Robin. Oh and surprise surprise when out of robins he had a spare like a tire and it's name was Tim. Nevermind that I stood across from Bruce in his home main office he had a frown on his face. "You're dating someone and its serious and I didn't know about it?" He asked trying to deduct everything. "I've been dating her ever since I came back. As strange as it might sound,but I want us to be something more." That's when the billionaire playboy stood up standing just a inch shorter then myself.

"Life is short Jason and you've experienced that first hand if you feel that both of you are perfect enough to be more then go for it." Perfect wasn't realistic nothing was ever perfect my life isn't perfect her life sure as hell isn't she's the clown princess I'm a bat son. Maybe that what makes us so good together the fact that it would have never really happened any other way life is just crazy like that.

Present

Staring into those vexing green eyes always brought me back. We're both twenty-one him being older only by a couple of months. "Happy birthday,gorgeous." His voice brought me back as my smile grew. We were standing up now he held a box wrapped in my two favorite colors. "Awe you shouldn't have." I grab it and opened it a gun was inside it was red and gold revolver it looked like my moms love/hate gun,but it said King/Queen. Looking at Jay I reached to hug him when suddenly he dropped to one knee pulling out a box with a beautiful f/c ring and ruby gem. "This feels over due. You took care of me when I was considered enemy number one. You brought me back from the grave when my own family didn't try. And this might sound stupid,but I had a crush on you in middle school you were one of the only people that didn't give me pity after Bruce adopted a street kid." He licked his lips as he gave of a small smile. "Together we are far from perfect, but we are good. You complete me...Y/n M/n Napier become my queen?" My eyes glossed over with tears my make up running down the pale foundation. "Oh my god of course!!!" I jumped into his arms hugging him tightly before letting him slip on the ring. "I love you." "I love you more crazy." I chuckle it sounded watery in my throat. "If I'm crazy then that makes two of us. You wanted to marry me." Yep we're both batshit crazy.

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A/n: Quote= We are far from perfect, but we are good. ~Supernatural

Is it just me or does Jensen look fucking hot as Red Hood?! I'm mean he's definitely a reason to move to Gotham

Well first crossover AU in my bingo card

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jestersdlc · 4 months ago

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TUMBLR CAN NOT HANDLE MY RAMBLES

First half

Starting with Wildcard! (Tbd if I'll rant about Pink or not too, post ramble ey werenot included for the moment) For simplicities sake I'll be using they/them for Wc during my ramble Starting off with the short answer to Wildcard's gender/orientation and all that Jazz! Wildcard is Pangender and goes by ANY pronouns but has some favorites they default to (depending who you are they'd tell you ALL their preferred sets or just default to they/she/he instead of listing their neos too) as well as Trans masc (I need to do some research but I would like it to be implied they have had/are on HRT!) They are aroace! They're very vocal with their lack of interest in people most ways (They sometimes will mention being apothi-aroace for a slightly more detailed but simple answer) Beyond that if you're close or just by observing them enough you can generally gleam They're not Aqueerplatonic (they don't talk about that kinda thing much besides mentioning their QPP), they're apl spec and find people hot (aesthetically) That's alllll the short answers or to the point Onto the overly details of layers and rambling because it's fun to think of how characters feel on these subjects :3 (and Wildcard's is....chaotic) It took Wc a few hundred years to really figure our their gender and sort out some complicated feelings around their gender causeeeeee the suits parents were just....really crappy. Wildcard was at first raised female and a bit later into their youth (like uhhh........tweens equivalent..?) Their parents decided they wanted a son instead of a daughter and young Wildcard was forced to comply. Even after running away and stealing acquiring the custody of their siblings they continued to live as a man, choosing to take some steps to present more masculine, it wasn't till when the suits started to establish themselves and the casino that Wildcard breached out beyond that with their pronouns and self expression, working it onto their chaotic persona. Clothes don't have gender anyways so what does it matter if they BEND the rules, they are a man but....also MORE they had no clue what but they were the Wildcard and that was good enough.They raised the suits gender blind, they could do whatever they wanted with how they presented and wanted to addressed and identified, Wildcard didn't give a damn as long as they were happy It wasn't till decades later when the suits were all getting dressed up in dresses and Club did their makeup that another piece clicked. They saw themselves as a man/person/thing but NEVER anything along the lines of a woman, because as a child they were never supposed to be one....so they never let themselves even think of 'what if they are one too' It was a lot to deal with and took some time to figure out how to feel that they WERE also a woman, and took longer to find the term Pangender and seeing how it fit, more then just a man or a woman or anything in between and beyond that because they were it all (Wildcard needed time to accept and process that)

I kind of want to go on a tangent rant about Wildcard's relationship with gender and cards orientation and how chaotic it is (/pos)

.....and mayhaps Pink's, eir's is also funky but in a different ways :3 (Clementine is also funky......Dahlia's has some nuance too but it's not as messy cause it's not as developed as a character as the slendies are :3)

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nellynee · 4 years ago

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The makings of greatness, or why, as a ride or die Treasure Planet stan, I’m glad there’s no Treasure Plant 2

You ever see somethings that makes you unreasonably angry? Yes I understand exactly what I’m saying, and how that indicates that my emotions and opinions on this are exactly that. Opinions. There’s a good chance I have some objective truths mixed in, but that does not make my opinions based on those truths truth. If you disagree or have different tastes or opinions or interpretations, cool, let me know! maybe you’ll change my mind. That being said.

The plot synopsis for the Treasure Planet sequel makes me angry. Not like, actively so, just annoyed enough to be in a bad mood. And now you guys all have to be in one as well. Why?

Reason 1, and probably least important: Disney sequel syndrome.

Ok so Disney sequels aren’t inherently bad. I’ll stan the Aladdin sequels to my grave, who knew Cinderella could world build, obligatory Rescuers Down Under (the first one was better) blah blah blah.

But there is an inherit problem with sequels in general, and that usually has to do with cast and crew. An original piece of fiction has to grab the audience yes, but there’s also freedom in that. Media touches people in different way. The worldbuilding can mean more to some than others. Some are in it for the animation, or the character developments, or relationships. What connects with one person won’t connect with another. The problem with sequels is that different people who worked out the original material might and usually do not work on the new. And those new people are already working on that new material with their own personal lenses and experiences and interpretations coloring the old. The reason sequels (and remakes, and big budget presentations of other materials like books into movies) tend to bomb hard is because you are essentially being forced to accept someone’s fanfiction into the canon material. Usually, there’s a pretty strong correlation between more successful franchises/extension material, works staying true to the core material, original crew working on the material, and the enjoyment of the audience.

And sources say very few of the original crew remained. Some yes, but mostly voice cast. Even worse, TP2 was a DisneyToon production, not even a mainline feature. Now I’m not saying the new people weren’t talented, or passionate about the project, or were lacking in experience. It doesn’t really matter if any of those things are true or not. It’s the warping of their personal lenses I don’t trust. Fanfic I can disregard, meta I can disregard. This would have been canon.

And reading the Artbook makes is abundantly clear that the parts that touched me personally would have been missing. The very core of Treasure Planet for me was the relationship between Jim and Silver (and their exquisite animation budget). However you choose to interpret that relationship, you can not deny that Treasure Planet is a powerfully emotionally romantic movie. It’s quiet moments and emotional resonance shaped my views of intimacy with a sharp and fine touch. Silver and Jim’s bond is as undeniable and powerful as it is compelling and awe inspiring to witness unfold.

And a lot of that is owed not only to the voice acting of Joseph Gorden-Levitt (Jim) and Brian Murray (Silver), But to animators Glen Keane and John Ripa, who were the head animators of Silver and Jim respectively. Not only did Gorden-Levitt and Brian Murray deliver stunning performances, but made sure to work together and jointly play off each other in ways most voice actors don’t have the opportunity to do. And the Masters Keane and Ripa took an already stellar and carefully crafted vocal rapport and took it one step further. I highly recommend the Artbook as a good read, both Keane and Ripa talk about the journey of discovering who Jim and Silver were with delight, acting out entire scenes together using their own body language to build the characters together, using the same animation reals to animate, tag teaming in and out of the program rather than do it separately, becoming so attuned with their characters attitudes and mannerisms that you can tell they poured entire pieces of themselves into Jim and Silver.

I’m not saying the Sequel would have been inherently bad because it’s a sequel, or because a new crew worked on it, but I am saying I wouldn’t trust it with a ten foot pole.

Reason 2: Thanks I hate it (I’m saying it’s inherently bad because the plot is bad and I hate it)

I’m sorry for the length, but for you to really understand just how bad this is, I actually have to pick through every single line and tell you why it fails critically at some junctures and where it would be so simple to fix. For those of you who were unaware that there was a sequel in the works at some point, I’m pulling these quotes pretty much wholesale from the AnimateVeiws article Buried Treasure: The ill-fated voyage to Treasure Planet 2, specifically the interview with Jun Falkenstein who was set to direct the now canceled sequel. Spoiler warning, I guess?

So, from the begining

“The sequel was to pick up where the first film left off, with Jim Hawkins going to the Royal Interstellar Academy. At the Academy, he is a hotshot “natural,” but he doesn’t follow the rules very well.” - Strong start but then dropped the finish. I think the interstellar academy would be a very compelling starting point. I see no fault in it at least, it’s a good opportunity to world build. Clemence and Musket like to make a point that Jim was crafted to connect with the emotionally wounded and distant youth in a age of divorce, so showing what happens when that youth hikes up their britches and gets to work can extend on that theme aaaaaaand you dropped it. Dropped that strong start. Yes, Jim was more than a bit of a bite back rebel in the film, but that was a reactionary response to the bad place he started in. Jim was abandoned, and tied his self worth into that abandonment. His kickback against society was a reaction stemming from an inability to see his personal worth and any sort of future he could craft from it. He outgrew this, his very character development was about this in the film. His character arc was about realizing his inherent worth, embracing a sense of confidence and learning what he could do. Even disregarding that, bonus material outside of the film shows that Jim has a very strong sense of respect for Captain Amelia, her military career, and the hard work she put into it, and he’s there on her recommendation. Why would he act out in this? He is a natural yes, but the film shows he’s incredibly sharp and intelligent, if unlearned, and more than ready to learn given opportunity.

“Hence, he gets off to a shaky start – especially with his classmate Kate, who is very smart and has a type A personality. Kate’s father is Admiral Blake, the Commander of the Navy. Jim and Kate vie for top of the class but have very different skills.” - So building off this to fix the problem before. I guess the dynamic they are going for is something like “the kind of a jerk hotshit hotshot who’s got it all figured out and the straight laced rule fallowing stick in the ass rival”? I’m not apposed to to a rivalry, but lets tweak this, given how “hot shot natural jerk” isn’t really where Jim settles at the end of the film. Jim is a natural talent, who excels under tutelage, but more importantly, he has practical experience. While the time period spent on the RLS Legacy is not defined, they do sail to a deep and unexplored part of the galaxy, probably well outside of regular settlements, so no small distance, though Jim is young enough that a very long period of time would be noted in physical growth. Given comparisons to classic nautical sailing of the source time, months, perhaps up to a year? That’s a long time to spend, learning the rough and tumble basics, tying knots, experiencing food and water rations, extreme temperatures, playing with the rigging and mechanical aspects of the boat. Jim knows what it’s like to actually sail. Meanwhile, this is the Royal Academy, who probably takes in upper class second born children and pumps out military accolades for well learned mathematicians and strategists. Jim doesn’t fit in because he can visualize, he can think outside of the box, he can weld a damn engine to a hunk of shrapnel and ignite it freefalling against a metal hellscape and outrace a boat in a high adrenaline situation. He adapts where the other’s frantically look through their notes for the answer. Worse yet, he’s poor and not classically educated. Make it a class issue. In this aspect I do like Kate. Being the Daughter of the Commander of the Navy, she probably has a very technical and far more expansive understanding of navel ships, particularly the running of them. In this way Jim and Kate are perfect foils. Jim representing the poor, instinctually and practically knowledgeable crew, and Kate the upper-class, technically knowledgeable command, a dichotomy representing the haves and have nots in their skills, experiences, an class.

I don’t want to post a picture and break the post, but I do love Kate’s design. I do recommend looking up the article and checking it out. that being said, being a feline species, they messed up not spelling it Cate.

“Captain Amelia is dean of the Academy, which has a brand-new vessel: the Centurion.” - I… why, why is Amelia the dean? Additional material shows that Amelia broke ties with the military because she didn’t like their rule stickling ways and red tape. Why would she want a red tape position? She helped with a war and then bailed first opportunity to become a freelance captain so she could fallow her own rules. Even if you don’t know any of that additional material, you do know that she is a freelance captain. Why is she dean? what happened to the old one? Are they dead? Did DisneyToon kill them? Did Disneytoon kill the old dean?

“Designed by Doctor Doppler, the Centurion is the fastest ship in the galaxy.” - HE’S NOT THAT KIND OF DOCTOR!

“B.E.N. is its pilot”. - NO

In all seriousness all three of those statements show a serious problem, in that none of those characters are in fact those things. Amelia I’ve already explained. But Doppler was a debatably youngish bachelor with too much money who was fascinated by astronomy specifically and who suffered from ennui. And BEN was a navigational unit, so maybe it makes sense for him to be a pilot, but why is a robot who was functioning under a galaxy feared pirate for who knows how long given any kind of agency over a brand new incredibly important ship? These decisions were probably made to incorporate as much of the old cast as possible, to not exclude fan faves. But any decision that makes BEN a prominent part of the plot and thus gets more screen time is a BAD one.

“The pirate Ironbeard desires to commandeer the Centurion. This ruthless villain is relatively all iron – almost nothing of whom he originally was, inside and out, is left.” - On the one hand, I have a weird feeling that this would somehow violate the 30-70 rule. Buuuuut on the other hand, the Artbook does describe the decision making process of what and how was mechanical on Silver (my favorite tidbit was the wheel on his head representing his constant thinking and assessing) and states that that they in a way represent the pieces of humanity he gave up looking for Flint’s Trove. Extending that to a pirate who has given up everything could be a powerful thematic tool if used right (or intentionally)

“He leads a group of pirates to hijack the Centurion while Jim and Kate are aboard.” - ok, yeah, I’ll buy that. If they are butting heads constantly, I could see them sneaking off to the new piece of hardware to one up each other on who knows their stuff, or maybe bond over wanting to learn about the said new tech and being frustrated with restrictions.

“The Navy can’t catch the Centurion, due to the vessel’s speed and armor.”- sure

“Jim and Kate escape the Centurion. Jim decides he needs a pirate to help catch pirates. They find his old buddy Long John Silver in the Lagoon Nebula, where he is running a smuggling ring. “ - So what Jim just goes “I know just the pirate to help us” and then finds him? That journey of itself deserves it’s own movie, anything less is a disappointment. Alternative. Jim and Kate escape onto a particularly lawless planet. Jim has some tricks to keep them safe and fed, maybe he even excels in ways he’s been straight up stop gapped at the academy. Maybe his knowhow is appreciated by others who society also rejects. But Kate is a frustrating fish out of water, getting offended and worked up over things that are big deals to an average citizen but not criminals and pirates. But such reactions are putting them in danger and she needs to get perspective fast. It’s plausible maybe that Silver tracks them down through interesting rumors, but more than that, let it be fate. Neither having any idea the other is there till the second they see each other. Bonus points if Jim and Kate get in a bind and Silver is the leader of the harassers. Better yet lets add some thematic mirroring not only to the scene where Silver saved Jim from Scroop, but directly contrast it to the scene where Silver doubled back and down against the notion of caring for Jim when called out before the mutiny. *kisses finger* Touching and hilarious.

“ Silver agrees to help when he hears about the Centurion. “ - Silver agrees to help when he hears about the Centurion without Jim even having to ask. Storywise, lets make some kind of deal over how Jim, an upstanding enrollee of the academy, apparently is chummy with a pirate. Tension doesn’t just have to be external, and Kate is the daughter of the Commander of the Army. Maybe she’s recognized and this gets them in trouble. Maybe Kate has issues with her identity outside of her father’s career and need to learn a lesson about being outside of a rigid social structure?

“Jim and Kate receive a tracking signal from B.E.N. – who is currently hostage aboard the Centurion – and follow via Silver’s creaky vessel. They discover the Centurion docked near the Botany Bay Prison Asteroid. “ - While being the fastest ship yet is a good excuse for wanting it to get stolen, my suspension of disbelief breaks a little at any ship, let alone a creaky little pirate vessel, catching up to the fastest ship yet, or the tracking signal being the only way to track it to a guarded prison. Seeing as how I’ve written BEN out of this scenario lets fix it. After the events of the movie, the Royal Military swoops in after to confiscate the debris of Treasure Planet. For those in the know, canon lore states that the Planet was a giant computer, and it and the map were the byproducts of an ancient and advanced civilization. Studying the debris led to the Centurion, notable not for it’s speed, but for it’s stealth. It can cloak itself. Which is why no-one can find it. Meanwhile Silver lets it slip that he snagged the map from it’s pedestal as they escaped the planet as a souvenir. (handwave why the portal was still open with a “the whole thing was exploding, the computer froze). The map is able to track the remnants of said planet, aka the Centurion, meaning Silver has the only means of tracking the cloaked ship

“Ironbeard is using the Centurion to disable Botany Bay’s security systems. Jim, Kate and Silver sneak aboard the Centurion, where Silver reveals to Jim that he wants to take the Centurion for himself. He asks Jim to join him.“ YES. YES YES YES YES YES YES! Understanding that Jim’s decision to not go with Silver in the first movie is key here. He rejected Silver’s offer the first time because Silver had shown him he had intrinsic value, and Jim finally felt that the natural gifts he had were worth cultivating, that he did have the chance to explore who he could be on his own terms. Jim was comfortable being on his own, because he felt capable. Now, Jim and Silver bring out the best in each other, and the time apart has done them harm. Jim’s strings of social rejections are starting to fell like a glass ceiling he can’t overcome, and is finding more and more comfort in being a big fish in a pirates small pond, and the emotions of of being wanted that come with Silver is a powerful drug. But it’s a one way ticket away from any opportunities he could work towards, not to mention his barely repaired relationship with his mother. Meanwhile Silver has been slowly slipping back into the colder, more selfish self he was, a necessity for his lifestyle, and doesn’t want to loose his connection to Jim and what Jim brings out in him, but is still far enough gone to make the offer and try for the boat anyways, even if he knows it’s not what’s best. It’s an emotionally compelling decision. You want them to say yes, you know they shouldn’t

“Kate overhears this and is horrified, especially since the two have, of course, started falling for each other during the adventure.” - Hate. this I hate. Leaving shipping to they way side, what’s that “of course”? why do they have to fall for each other? Why the Disneytoon sequel love interest? I have a feeling her characterization would come at the cost of it. Why can’t they be rivals? why can’t they develop a mutual respect outside of attraction? Why can’t they both learn an individualized lesson about finding their own place in the world outside of social constraints as foils without macking? I hate this concept. Kate overhears, and is horrified, because Silver is a Pirate which is actually in universe get yourself hanged offense, and Jim is considering this, and they are going to steal a VERY IMPORTANT BOAT and and leave her stranded in a dagerous prison, and are making an objectively morally bad decision.

“Ironbeard discovers the intruders, charging into a fight in which Silver is injured. Meanwhile, the other pirates throw down ladders to the prison below, allowing swarms of elated prisoners to climb up into the ship. Silver, Jim, and Kate exit the Centurion amidst all the confusion. However, Ironbeard shoots down Silver’s ship. They plummet to the prison asteroid below, crash-landing” - cool. Drama. But for my purposes, lets tweak it so Silver isn’t injured yet. But I really want to emphasize that this attack does not interrupt before Jim can react to Silver’s offer. Even something as tentative as “I’m not sure” has consequences. None of this “misunderstanding” BS.

“ Kate is angry at Jim and storms off. “- again, make it clear that Jim showed a real chance of agreeing to steal the ship. if she’s angry before he had a chance to answer that’s contrivance for drama’s sake. Give her a reason to be mad

“ Jim is about to blow her off as well when Silver tells him to give her a chance. He reveals a part of his past through a flashback, when a young (non-cyborg) Silver screwed up a relationship with the love of his life – a decision which directly led to his life of piracy. “ - nope. nope nope nope . I’m gonna put a big old * here because this is reason number 3 why I hate this potential movie, and I will get to that believe me, but here’s me, putting a pin in it. That being said, have Silver selfishly try to double down on getting Jim to join him in a three way argument instead. This is the conflict of the film. Kate, who was learning to grow outside of the strict restrictions of her life and do her own work, make her own way, is being rejected. She is as morally repulsed as she is hurt that she wasn’t included, and hates herself for that hurt as well. Jim is torn between the freedom of what he could be after the academy paired with the strict social constructs around it, and the freedom of a life “full of himself and no ties to anyone” but running from the law and the two friends they represent. Silver is the aggressor here. He likes Kate, he does, but he loves Jim and only has one place in his heart, and has spent his life being selfish. There’s already a crew on board, and Iron beard is hooked into the Centurion. With having the only other means to navigate, they take down ironbeard, the rest will surely fall in line. This is paydirt. A fantastic ship, a bloodthirsty crew, and Jim.

“Silver has a very dangerous cargo with him that he had been trying to smuggle and sell for a fortune, which has the power of a neutron bomb. Jim, Kate and Silver reconcile and work together to fix Silver’s ship and prevent the Centurion, filled with the most evil pirates in the galaxy, from going on an insane robbing-and-killing spree. At the last second, Silver reluctantly gives up his “retirement fund” in order to destroy the Centurion, with Ironbeard and all the pirates on board.” - this entire section needs rewritten. That’s a mcguffin Silver put it away. I have retconned the mcguffin to be the old map, so that is now moot. Now to not blow up the ship. Afterall, Silver and Jim have both already overcome what Treasure Planet represented with it’s destruction. Rather, B plot

If we are that desperate to have past characters in, let’s have Amelia and Delbert back home. When the Centurion is captured, Amelia immediately volunteers to fallow, feeling responsible for Jim and secretly pining for some adventure. Delbert feels the same, and he to a bit of an adrenaline junkie after the events of the first movie, but they have the children to think about and only one can leave. Delbert is the one chosen to help by the navy officials searching for the Centurion. While Amelia bickers with the Admiral Blake over his pragmatic but emotionally distant decisions over the situation of his missing daughter, Delbert is an astronomer, and is blah blah blah science meta, fallow the flashing and bending lights around the cloaked ship to find it. As in Delbert is helpful. Amelia in a reflation to Admiral Blake, is torn between her family and commandeering her own ship to help. Blake is frustratingly headstrong in his decisions, and the script makes it seem like that emotional distance is disinterests, but reveals to the audience that it incorporates a great deal of suppression of his anxieties and worries over his daughter, and trust in her abilities, though he has issues expressing this pride to Kate herself. Amelia, Delbert and fam make what is probably a poor decision in commandeering a ship and leaving on their own to track the Centurion, the navy hot on their heels.

Back to A plot, the navy is approaching. Jim has to make a decision. He is the only one who knows how to unmask the ship using the old ones tech without training, as it’s based off the map. While Kate and Silver are distracting iron beard, he has to either steal the ship and sail off, or uncloak it for the navy. Iron beard is taken down, but not without Silver getting injured. Jim decides that Silver’s life is worth more than anything, and after agreeing with Kate that she’ll commandeer a doctor and wont let Silver die, uncloaks the ship. The Centurion is retaken in a blaze of naval glory that is the action climax. The pirates fight back up are over run. Maybe Kate gets taken hostage as the Admirals daughter, as an opportunity for a resolution with her arc as Blake’s distant daughter, though obviously said resolution comes at her showing her abilities in taking care of herself and the practical skills she has learned.

“Silver again parts from Jim and Kate, telling them to take care of each other. A few years later, Jim and Kate graduate with honors, while a proud Silver secretly watches from the shadows, smiling” - Boooooo. Kate and her dad make up, and she challenges him that she’s going to one day Captain the Centurion, with him understanding that she needs less a mentor and more an emotional support while she works her way up the ranks. She invites Jim to be her first mate, to which Jim accepts as a navigator, (a thing I’ve pointed out to be his real strength in another post). But to Silver, who has been “pardoned” for his part in retaking the Centurion, the movie hinting that he to would be on the eventual crew there I fixed it fic to come I s2g.

yeah there’s a lot of good there, but it’s so easy to fix the bad it’s frustrating. which brings me to

Reason 3: that little pin

Nope nope nope I’ll tell you why.

First of all, sources like the artbook say that Jim is so Important to Silver because he’s the first person Silver has ever let become important. he’s specifically stated to have no family, never married, no children. And that’s something he cultivated actively. His life of piracy, his metal limbs, his loneliness and moral failings were all gleefully accumulated for one reason and one reason only

Treasure Planet.

Treasure Planet was the great love of Silver’s life. It was a lifelong obsession. It destroyed his body, took his youth, his opportunities and nearly his life. He broke Jim’s heart over it.

And he let it go. For Jim.

And Jim understood this

This is the crux of treasure planet’s very themes. This is where Jim found self worth. Another person finally looked at him and said “you matter, you matter more than anything. I like being around you and I choose you first.” and it made Jim realize he’s someone worth choosing.

The treasure was EVERYTHING to Silver, and Silver let it go, for Jim.

That one line there, attributing the start of Silver’s fall to a girl? that actively retcons the entire theme of the previous movie. IT rewrite the emotional linchpin of Silver’s sacrifice of the gold. And actually fuck that. right into the ground. I do not accept. I do not pass go. I refuse. Fuck you non existent movie. That makes me mad. every single time. Hate I shall never let go.

#Disney #Treasure Planet #Jim Hawkins #long john silver #john silver #long post #meta #god I hate this non existent movie #This outline is the closest I've ever come to writing spitefic and its still up in the air #Treasure Planet is such a romantic movie and you come into my house and try to shred the emotional core and themes by recontextualizing?#fuck off #Fuck I love Treasure Planet #sequel synopsis can die in a fire tho

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Okay, so you said I could send an ask for headcanons about the childhoods of some specific merc(s)... I think I would really like to read your headcanons about Soldier’s and Engineer’s childhood :)

Thanks in advance and I hope your well.

Ooooh…I’ve been waiting for this! And thank you for being specific and not just saying “the rest of them.” Sometimes I get overwhelmed with nine specific mercs to write for. Your specifics are much appreciated.

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Soldier:

Soldier doesn’t talk very much about his childhood - whether it’s because something happened or he just doesn’t remember it, no one can tell. It’s nowhere in his file, either…he refused to do anything except tell fantastic tales of a fictional youth.

However, in a rare streak of almost lucidity, he spouted off the entirety of his younger years, much to the team’s surprise. Usually, if anyone asked directly, he changed the subject.

But now he described everything in vivid detail. And, with a bit of research from Miss Pauling, everything fell into place.

Apparently he had been born in a small military town in Georgia. His father was overseas, leaving he and his mother alone in their small yellow house.

In order to make ends meet, his mother worked at a nearby factory, mostly leaving Soldier to fend for himself and the house.

“Can you be a big, strong soldier like daddy for me?”

Soldier would always agree, finding his own food, his own entertainment, and his own friends. No matter what happened, he never bothered his mom. If anything, his job was to protect her.

That’s why, when his stomach started hurting and his arms and legs ached, he said nothing about it.

When he forgot the chores he was supposed to do and even the names of his friends, he didn’t bring it up.

When he felt tired all the time and some days could barely get out of bed, he just chalked it up to laziness like his mother did.

It turns out the factory they were next to was polluting the water next to the house with dangerous amounts of lead, which soon overcame Soldier’s immune system of steel.

He could barely remember anything anymore, and he became more and more distraught every day. Sometimes he would forget where he was and run outside, then get lost in the woods, only coming back once he remembered where he was supposed to be.

Soldier began to wear one of his father’s old helmets after his mom commented on his red eyes and the dark circles around them. He didn’t want to worry her. Besides, it helped bring back a few memories if he ever got lost again.

Finally, it got to the point where he didn’t even remember his mother, or his promise to her. He began to wander farther and farther away from home.

One day, he didn’t come back at all.

Out in the world with not a single memory to his name, Soldier wandered far and wide. He usually slept in barns and old, abandoned houses, cut off from most people.

Occasionally, he would find a family that wanted to “raise him as their own,” only to turn him away after finding him too difficult to care for.

He had frequent nightmares, ate little due to his unresolved stomach issues, and could barely walk ten feet without forgetting where he was going.

If he accidentally wandered into the same house twice, he would be chased out with either a broom or a gun - usually the latter.

He became “the demon child” in some counties, and “g*psy kid” in others, due to his long, unkempt hair, hidden eyes, and odd habits.

It even got to the point where Soldier couldn’t sleep on anyone’s property because he would be actively fought off like a wolf or a bear.

His only pleasure was an old movie theater that, as he recovered from his lead poisoning, remembered the location of and frequently snuck into.

The only thing that played were romance movies - which, like many children, Soldier hated - and war movies, which he watched over and over again with starving eyes.

Because of these movies, a single memory from his mother’s house came to him. A woman, tall and muscular from hard labor, giving him a shiny badge to hold, asking him to be a strong soldier like his father.

And thus began his life-long dream of becoming a military officer.

He trained according to what he knew from the films…which was mostly running, doing jumping jacks, and occasionally rolling around in the mud.

This only served to distance him further from his fellow human beings, but he didn’t care. Soldier had a mission, and he was going to do it well.

But the biggest change was his hair.

He had started cutting it off with sharpened rocks, but he was always saving up coins he found for a “proper army cut.”

Finally, he had quite the collection in a dirty mason jar, and marched into the barber shop in his town to ask for a haircut.

The manager was appalled, and at first refused, but Soldier stood his ground.

“Civilian, I’ll have you know that by denying a soldier with a haircut, you are denying America one of its best fighters! I can’t curdle the enemy’s blood looking like a hippie!”

After a short yelling match that, of course, Soldier won, the manager decided it would be in his best interest to comply.

He walked out of that shop with no hair on his head, but a huge grin on his face. Next stop, the ranks.

Soldier went from draft office to draft office, applying for and being denied entrance to the army for his obvious lack of mental stability.

This is when the personal retelling ended, since Soldier became very upset by the memory of his recruitment failures, but Miss Pauling concluded that he just bounced from state to state until Mann Co. found him, quote, “sitting in an alleyway, eating army draft paperwork while sobbing uncontrollably.”

Engineer:

Engineer also never really talks about his childhood, but both Medic and Spy (Spy knows everything about everyone on the team) know that’s for a good reason.

He grew up in a trailer community near an almost ghost town in Texas.

His father was an abusive car mechanic with a mean streak a mile wide and a shop full of failed inventions. His mother wasn’t any better - she was bitter and reclusive, only really coming out of her room to pick a fight with her husband.

However, what Engie lacked in family, he more than made up for in friends.

He had a rag-tag, Rugrats-esque team of pals from all walks of life: Rhapsody, the daughter of a struggling porn star; Tom, the son of two farmers wiped out by blight; Cici, an adopted girl that could barely walk into her trailer without a black eye and a string of slurs; Quinn, the nervous child of a single mother that serves as guidance to the other kids; And Fred, who didn’t seem to have any family, but had become a greaser big brother to all of them.

Together, they explored the desert near the trailer park, pooled their resources to feed and support each other, and used their individual strengths to get through each day.

Engineer, whom everyone affectionately called “Big Dell,” snuck parts from his dad’s workshop for his own creations.

By the time he was twelve, he could make a small, running engine for the soapbox cars his friends frequently raced.

No toy, piece of clothing, glasses, or tool was out of his line of expertise.

One day, though, upon finding that some of his parts were missing, Engineer’s dad gave him a terrible beating that broke a few of his fingers and left a huge gash near his eye.

Since then, he refused to fix, make, or even touch a tool.

He wouldn’t tell anyone what happened, but they could make a pretty good guess, since they knew where the scraps and parts had come from.

The whole group was furious with Engineer’s dad - their Big Dell was funny, smart, and was more loving than every family member they had combined. Even Quinn was red in the face.

They wanted to break into his dad’s workshop and destroy all of his inventions, just to teach him a lesson, but they knew Engineer would take the fall for it.

Instead, they rummaged through trash cans, searched their toy chests, and looked under their trailers to find things Engineer could use.

They waited until his birthday to unveil the massive pile of supplies they had stowed away.

Engineer immediately dropped to his knees and began to cry, and everyone else dogpiled him for a huge hug.

As the creme de la creme, they gave him a pair of welding goggles - the same welding goggles he wears to this day, having modified them so they still fit his growing body.

With his healed fingers and renewed spirit, he made each of them a gift: a toy car for Rhapsody, a skull ring for Fred, a full set of candle wax crayons for Cici, a chewable necklace for Quinn so they wouldn’t chew on their collar, and a mini-planter for Tom.

But Engineer was given the greatest gift - confidence in his own abilities and that he can be and was appreciated for more than his services.

This gave him the drive to build bigger and better things, which his friends happily assisted in creating.

Engie’s best memories are with that motley crew of scrawny, beaten-up kids.

But, as he became a teenager, the abuse grew worse by the day.

He was often kept in his dad’s garage to fix cars in sweltering heat and with nothing to show for his work except threats of what would happen if a customer complained.

His mother finally grew bitter enough to pick on him, wondering aloud and pointedly if she had made a mistake by having him, then immediately contradict herself by wailing in his arms about how she’s the most awful mother in the world, and how she would be gone soon, and then nobody would have to deal with her anymore.

Engie grew more and more distant from his friends as they either moved out, ran away, or, in Rhapsody’s case, died.

He thought of just shutting the garage door and turning on a car a couple times, but he would always return to his memories of the hidden cave of goodies his friends had collected or the many inventions they had helped him build.

It just wasn’t worth it.

On a night when his depression and self-doubt was especially bad, he decided to build a personal invention for the first time in years - a small, robotic chicken made out of bent gears and empty oil cans.

He worked on it for a few weeks, but made the mistake of leaving it on a work table once it was finished.

Engie came to work the next morning with his dad ready to chew him out. But, before any finger could be lifted against his son, he was interrupted by a sweet older couple that was having their tires replaced.

“Now, Ethan, ain’t that just the cutest thing you’ve ever seen in your life?”

“Hm?”

“That there chicken statue over there! It looks like it could very well get up and start peckin’ for worms, don’tcha think?”

Engie looked at the couple, then at his dad, then at his chicken. He slowly lifted it from the table and turned the key.

It started to slowly lean forward, then took a few steps on it’s long, spring-loaded legs. The neck went down, and the chicken’s rusty beak began to scrape at the pavement.

Now he had the husband’s attention.

“Didja build that yourself, son, or did your daddy help ya?”

Engineer looked at his dad for a split second before answering.

“My own sweat ‘n blood, sir. My daddy says I should stop wastin’ time on ugly thing-a-ma-jigs an’ put my hands to somethin’ worth doin’.”

The man smiled. “Well, this ‘ugly thing-a-ma-jig’ shows real skill. We could use somebody like you, once we train you up a bit.”

“Now hold on a damn - !” his father interjected, but was silenced with a cold stare.

“We’ll put ya through a state-of-the-art school, then put ya straight inta the work force. You can build whatever you like…and you’ll have a lot better materials than rusty tin. Whaddaya say, son?”

Engineer just nodded, and the man grabbed his hand and shook it.

“We’ll keep in touch.”

Engineer left that trailer park at age seventeen, leaving his fuming father and drunken mother behind.

He only stopped to visit Rhapsody’s grave before embarking on his new life.

There is still a stone plate with a message carved into it next to the headstone. If you brush off the leaves and dig out the moss, you can see Engie’s parting words:

“A friendship with you and the rest of the gang is the greatest thing I ever built. -Big Dell”

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