#i truly think they deserve it after all they've been through

[thethingswedotomorrow]

Crowley has been with humanity since the beginning. The original serpent of eden, he is the first "monster" in humanity's bedtime stories. He is the figurative and literal demon on human's shoulders, always there to guide them one way or another. He's weaved through history itself, and prides himself on an impeccable track record of demonic activity throughout the last 6000 years.

But, naturally, after 6000 years, Crowley finds that he's spent more time pining after a certain Angel than doing any sort of work. Like, an extreme amount of pining.

And it isn't until after the notpocalypse that Crowley realizes that, entirely accidentally and very embarrassingly, he may have accidentally made his pining very, very public.

One of Crowley's favorite ways to waste a day is to take Aziraphale to different museums around the world and watch as the angel wanders around and points out all of the inaccuracies

"Good Lord Crowley, have you seen this painting? Portraying you as a dragon is a tad dramatic, I think. All we were doing were having a picnic. And I have never had my hair looking like that, thank you."

"I don't know Angel, they've got your wings spot on. Wa-Hang on, have they added horns to my head?"

"Oh, I see, suddenly it's only inaccurate when they've got you wrong."

The museums always seem to be miraculously empty, and whenever Crowley mentions this, Aziraphale suddenly finds a new, very interesting piece of art to admire

Crowley admires the lengths Aziraphale goes to to hide the small miracles he's done for Crowley's sake

As if Crowley wouldn't move literal mountains for the angel

*He did, actually, do that once.

In the 12th century, they were having a lovely evening together with multiple caskets of wine, up until Aziraphale complained about the amount of light in his eyes

"Honestly Crowley, all this sun and no shade, it must truly be awful for the humans around here with no shelter. It's a tad much, even for me."

Crowley, even then, immediately recognized this off-hand comment as an underhanded complaint, and knew that would not stand

When the small earthquake passed, Crowley claimed that the nearby church was on a fault line and he was simply doing his demonic duty by damaging holy goods in the area

If Aziraphale realized that the mountain range in the distance suddenly provided much more sun coverage, he never mentioned it.

Currently, however, Crowley follows Aziraphale around, wandering behind him and never truly looking at the things in the museum

In every single place they've ever gone together, there was only ever one thing that deserved Crowley's attention

And it certainly was not an inaccurate model of a 18th century tea set

But when Aziraphale wanders into a hall titled 'Love of the Past', he starts to panic. Just a very tiny amount, basically none at all. A small enough amount of panic that he could deny it, even to himself.

He thinks about the past, towards the beginning, back when Humanity was still getting it's footing and figuring out how to have governments and societies and (the most important part) figuring out the whole alcohol situation

Throughout the years, especially towards the beginning, Crowley began to resent any time not spent with Aziraphale

Everything seemed small and dull when compared to the way the Angel smiled when he saw new type of human dessert, or the way he laughed when Crowley managed to work out a clever comment

And once Crowley experienced those things, he never wanted anything else

He had seen the poetry the humans had written, how much emotion they could pour into a simple piece of parchment or a clay tablet

He never cared for written word, but he was shocked at just how much feeling the humans could manage to pour into words

So after Aziraphale left Rome (after the oysters and the wine and the smiles, for somebody's sake the smiles), he went due east for a new miracle on another continent

Crowley stayed and got well and truly drunk. As he did best.

He had spent a few weeks around the other drunks around the area, most poverty stricken and saddened with some sort of grief of one type or another

It wasn't until a group of poets wandered into his dark corner of the pub that he started to considered writing

Obviously nothing anyone would ever read, he'd ensure that. Every scroll or parchment that he'd touch with a quill would be burnt with hellfire before it left his sight

But, as many of his worst ideas started, he had nothing better to do and too much time to think

So he wrote. He wrote letters, first addressed to nobody, about random thoughts that would pop into his very intoxicated brain. Whether humans would ever find traces of the unicorns they lost on the ark, whether he would ever find a way to count just how many scales he had, whether he would ever reach a point where he didn't have to cover his eyes every day

Slowly, the letters started becoming addressed to 'A'. Whether he was conscious of this or not, he'd never admit.

But he wrote. He wrote to A about Hell, the jobs they required of him, the things they'd have him do. He wrote of the way humans had beaten him to the punch 90% of the time. How they would do things worse than Satan himself could imagine, and they'd never blink an eye while doing it.

He wrote of the way the sun darkened each day that passed without his Angel, the way his wine never seemed to have enough flavor when he was alone.

He wrote of the ways he imagined he could orchestrate an elaborate reunion, a convoluted mess of too much demonic activity in a small area that just happened to have a wonderful new tea, or so he's heard, and wouldn't it be a shame to leave the town without tempting the angel to try it?

He wrote to A about how he was sure he had no heart, no emotions. He was a Demon, for somebody's sake, he certainly had no need for stupid things like that, and so the ache in his corporation's chest when he sees the Angel had to be some sort of malfunction.

Anatural function, surely, that could be fixed with the right amount of aloofness and strong liquor

He wrote of the way the sun always seemed to hit the Angel's hair just right, and Crowley had no faith, he had no God.

But in those moments, with a halo around the angel and that smile aimed towards him, he might consider praying now to a different source altogether, a closer source. One full of life and light and actual proper goodness, not that fake advertised bullshit they plaster on church walls in pretty paintings and sad songs

Crowley wrote for a long while, and found that the writing helped the pain.

Even if only because it brought on memories of Aziraphale, and that was enough to hold him until they met again. It had to be, he had no choice in the matter.

And he wrote so often throughout the ages, and often while he was drunk. And he was so sure, so positive that he had burned every trace of his heart and emotion out of existence.

He had to be. The danger those words could put Aziraphale in was far too great. He couldn't be bothered to care of the danger to himself, but the fact that the very hint of any emotion could come close to hurting his Angel was enough to ensure that they would never come across another being's eyes.

He destroyed every letter and word that described his desire, his pain, his greed. He ripped the words he created out of reality as easily as he had written them. Every time, he burnt the parchment, and every time, it burnt a part of him with it.

And then the Apocalypse had happened. Or, well, didn't happen, he supposed. Really, he wasn't entirely sure if there was a difference.

Because everything had changed, even if the rest of the world hadn't noticed. And he was suddenly allowed to see Aziraphale with no excuse, no half-hearted reasoning behind it. He was allowed to want, and to crave, and he relished it.

And he was allowed to take the angel to museums to watch him fuss over small mistakes humanity had collected throughout the ages

Until he realized that they had, in fact, also collected HIS mistakes.

In a hall. A whole bloody hall. A hall, dedicated to and full of stupid parchment and sappy letters and wine stains over words written so long ago

And honestly who gave them the right? Leave it to the humans to collect other people's belongings and put it on display as their own

And he knew, from the moment Aziraphale read the first page on display, he just knew. This was it. All of it was ruined.

All because Crowley had gotten so drunk and passed out in his room above the pub, and when they'd thrown him out in a drunken stupor, they'd collected his belongings to sell afterwards. And he'd never even realized, so concerned about the next meeting, the arrangement, concerned about anything and everything except the one thing he forgot about and could end them both.

Any moment now, Aziraphale would look up at him, with disgust and confusion and all those emotions that he'd really rather not see on his face, preferably ever, but especially not towards him.

But Aziraphale never looks up. He reads the first page 5, 6, 7 times, being sure to capture every single word. Every wrinkle in the paper, every crease.

Then he moves to the next, and then the next. He repeats this process. Every page, he scours each and every page. Searching and scanning, analyzing every word.

Crowley is frozen at the entrance of the hall, too terrifed to say a word, but too hopeful to leave. He stands there, suddenly feeling the same feeling in his chest that he felt so many years ago, in the corner of the pub, sitting in the dark, wishing for the light that he knew would never come.

He's so panicked, that he doesn't notice Aziraphale finishing the last page, and wiping the tears from his eyes. He startles when he accidentally meets his eyes, and prepares a number of excuses and deflections, all to preserve this shred of peace and safety they had carved out for themselves.

"Angel, I- you really- ngk- humans are so rid- are you hungry? I could eat, I've heard they've got a killer bar around here, and we cou-I can get us there in 10 minutes, ngk actu- scratch that, we could be there in 5, I bet. Museums aren-angel?"

Crowley finds himself stopping the random stream of words coming out of his mouth, when he notices tears in Aziraphale's eyes

"Angel, I-"

That's all Crowley can get out before Aziraphale is walking towards him with a purpose

And suddenly Aziraphale is very close to him

Very very close

And suddenly Aziraphale's lips are on his, and Aziraphale is holding onto Crowley's jacket, and Crowley's hands are just waving in the air back and forth while he processes the last .5 seconds.

By the time he realizes what is actually happening, Aziraphale pulls away just enough to rest his forehead against Crowley's, and laughs.

He laughs. Laughs. Aziraphale is laughing and it's a wonderful, beautiful noise and Crowley doesn't quite understand why, but then he's laughing too and then they are both standing there, arms around each other, laughing and Crowley realizes now that all the words he's written, all the praises he sang of his Aziraphale, the way he wished and prayed for his heart and laugh and love

Not one bit of it is at all comparable to the real thing.

[cherie-doll]

:o Im curious, how do you think the cod men would react to their kids wanting to be like them or having interest in joining the military?

hmm

༊࿔ Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Roach, Alejandro, Rudy, Phillip Graves, Makarov, Keegan, König, Horangi, Nikto

࿐ Price...

all his life he's had to look out for others, his shoulders have been tense and heavy with the burden of worrying over his team, he's got them through tough moments

and now his children want to do the same? he honestly had hoped those days of distress were over for him, but it seems as if life was barely giving him a break, a moment's peace before it all went back to the way it was

like the loving father he is, he'll speak with them, try to figure out their true thoughts and goals in life, what they think is happiness and how they'd want to achieve it

he won't let them go on ignorantly, they deserve to know the ugly side of it all, but he knows he won't be able to shield them from everything or forever, which is why he must capacitate them to handle life and navigate through the chaos of it

࿐ Simon...

i think y'all remember how he traumatized those children when he told them his life story, you remember how stunned and heartbroken you were when you listened to him explain it you all in one sitting, if it was too much for you to take you know he has no business telling that same story to his kids as well

thankfully he didn't have any of that planned, still he wanted to gently discourage them from pursuing that path, sure he made it out alive but were the injuries even worth it?

they have been blessed with such a great start in life, a loving set of parents who show them what being gentle and kind is, who are willing to lead them through life and protect them from any evil in this world

they don't know how good they have it, and he'd like to for them to sit and ponder a bit more before they reach the brink of diving headfirst or not

࿐ Johnny...

his boys are always asking to go see his friends he still keeps in contact with because hearing only his side isn't enough for them

you can't help but sigh at their recklessness sometimes, they can be too much when they play pretend to be on missions like their father has told them, trying their best to recreate every scene they can remember

you roll your eyes even more when their father joins in, adding in more realistic dialogue and details that make them squeal in delight at how much fun they're having

it's endearing seeing them bond like this, maybe one day they will grow up into what they dream to be, they've got a father they take after in almost every aspect

you know he'd help them reach the stars if they truly wanted, he'll make them believe they can do everything they want to

࿐ Kyle...

he smiles fondly and caresses his daughter's face, "i'm very flattered" he'll say gently so as to not crush her dreams

he knows how much hell he went through, how much worse some of the people he's worked with had it too, and he understood their pain, all of it and tried to help as much as he could

she asks how it was like for him and he doesn't want to sugarcoat any of it because he knows how necessary some details are, still he omits the most gruesome parts

he knows as time passes he'll be able to explain to her in more detail, he'd rather she look up to someone else maybe you, you've been a great parent and partner to him and he couldn't imagine a stronger person than you

࿐ Roach...

he wouldn't want it to be true for anything in the world, this could just be a phase, right? many kids like playing with toy guns and pretending to fight, so he can only hope his kids will grow out of it collectively

the fear and anxiety that ripples through him is too much and you have to hold and calm him down before his mind can spiral too much, "you're thinking too far ahead" you tell him

also, maybe his kids won't get as involved as he thinks they'll be, he remembers the years it took for him to get to where he was, unless they had a strong determination they would lose interest before getting too involved, or at least he hopes

in the end, he learns to accept what may come, they look up to him after all, aren't they only trying to follow what they think is a good example?

࿐ Alejandro...

his kid didn't show much of an interest until they were entering their teenage years, and, as a father, he'd be neutral about it likely, maybe a slight inclination to disagreeing

would sit down and have a long and honest conversation about the topic with his son, he would bring up personal stories that his son hasn't ever heard before

"in the end, it's up to you, mijo" is all he says when he gets up from the chair and leaves his son deep in thought

he may voice his concerns to you and you try your best to listen to your husband, after all he can't help but worry about his kid, just know what whatever path your child decides to take he'll be right there to back them up no matter what <3

࿐ Rudy...

as supportive as he is, he wouldn't want his kids to see all that blood and death, to deal with what he's had to, he knows where his kids will want to reach, they want to be just like him

he sees the good intentions in their little tender hearts and commends them for wanting to help the world, just this isn't the way for them, and when they exclaim and whine he explains with simple analogies to make them understand

doesn't a nurse carry out her duty just as well as a soldier does? should she be ashamed because she's not on the battlefield taking bullets to the chest like the soldier is?

the soldier finds comfort in her, just like how he found comfort in you, how many times he's buried his head into your shoulder when it all felt like too much :((

it's not shameful nor selfish to not want to fight, some problems may be resolved with peace

࿐ Phillip...

either he'd be really proud or would ask if they really wanted that, the "try it out and see if you like it" type, he bets they wouldn't last a second on the job, some just aren't built for it

but in case he does encourage it, you'd probably have a ton of headaches just dealing with the delusions he's putting into your kid's head

he would be trying to build their character and toughen them up, he finds it touching that the kid will want to be like him, well who wouldn't?

would buy the kid their own uniform and everything just so he can take pictures and show it off to his shadows like "one day this kid will be yelling orders at ya"

maybe even take the kid down to the base on days where he'll be doing paperwork and let him run around pretending to be commander

"it's harmless" is all he tells you when you try to hold him accountable for it

࿐ Makarov...

he certainly does not want his children involved in any dirty business, he gets them everything they ever need so they won't have to stain their hands with blood

if anything he tries to hide that double life of his from them, you know how much he cares for them and if anyone found out he even has children much less are out in the open to kill... he'd be destroyed

"it's not something you should do" the advice he gives is more for their concern than anything, there's a lot of stuff he can't tell them even when they demand more information, some things are too much for children to handle

instead he'd like for them to shift their focus on studying or something that won't make them feel guilty down the road, he seeks your support during these times

for he knows what he's worked so hard to hide can be taken away from him in an instant, and these children don't have a clue about it

࿐ Keegan...

he'd say no so fast, but he sees the way his daughter looks at the guns and rifles he has from when he used to fight up on the garage wall, he sees how at the toy isle she picks out a tank instead of a house for her dolls

he's seen how she pulls his old balaclava over her face and look in the mirror when he's passing by her bedroom, how every time they play fight she seems to know where to hit, where is she learning this from?

but she just wants to be like her father who "has saved the world"

he knows he can't stop her from a decision she wants to make but will certainly try and open her eyes more to the truth of it, hopefully she can fully understand by the time she's old enough

࿐ König...

he's been through stuff but he's proud of it, so it shouldn't have been a surprise that his kid will naturally want to follow in that path

he even taught her to fight and stand up for herself since before she could properly walk, she of course wants to be strong like her father

however, he recognizes he used to be weak before he could be tough and an innocent child will surely be swallowed whole by the cruel world

he's had disappointment from not getting what he wants so he's had to be content with becoming the best at what was given

if his child is to face that same world, he'll help her toughen up, to not let a stab at your side bother too much, to learn to prove others wrong

he'll teach her how to fight her way to the top

࿐ Horangi...

he only got into this field because he was leading a terrible life that was going off the rails

and he hopes the love and care that he gives his child won't make them take desperate decisions

on that note, if you currently reside with him in Korea he knows the service will be mandatory, but what if the child has intentions of staying even after the required 18 months is over?

whatever path his kid chooses he will try his best to raise a confident kid who won't throw himself out to the world without a plan

just because horangi didn't have one yet got his life together he advices his child that he still wasted a lot of time

overall, he'd be okay with it

࿐ Nikto...

it's been drilled into him from childhood to be proud of his country and want to serve it one day, however, he realizes it's glorified

it's never how you think it's going to be, and unfortunately he's experienced that gruesome side, it's what left his face and body all torn and his mental health even worse

he won't let his child be pushed into it, sure be useful where you need to be but don't go blindly believing you can be a hero or someone that will be recognized nationally

no one sees the effort or the blood and sweat that you spill and no one will bend to pick it up, they won't see you break under that forcing hand

he'd strongly advice against it

[a-lurking-fae]

《𝕿𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖚𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝖔𝖋𝖋𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 - 𝕻𝖚𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖙 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗》

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔫𝔢

⚠︎ WARNING ⚠︎ : Human sacrifice, mentions of torture, implied kidnapping if you squint, break-ins, burning flesh, creeps.

"The stars that shine through the mystical sky is held in your eyes."

Treasures of gold, heaps of silver, mountains of flora, and fauna, it was anyone could have wished for— but you. It wasn't fun to have all eyes on you. The attention solely focused on your features, flaws are inspected, and cruel moments of vulnerability.

You watch as another human is killed in your name it was never yours to begin with, impostor, their screams of pain tear your ears it'll be you soon, as they beg for forgiveness and repentance. It's—

"Does this sacrifice satisfy you, Your Grace? These people were the protesters from last month. There are children too, if you wish, we can—" Horrific. How dare they! To bring the children to this is a different matter altogether.

"No. For a mortal mind such as yours, it harbours horrible ideas that even demons do not entertain. Children are innocent, and that is an ultimatum. You have directly faced my word—" you look to the crowd, eager to listen. “My children, do you think this man deserves a punishment?" Loud screams of agreement erupt from the crowd. Some onlookers even light up after hearing the man might be punished. "It seems most of you agree. Now, what sentence should we give him?”

The man pleads for forgiveness, kneeling as he approaches you, clasping his hands together, an air of desperation surrounding him. Xiao goes closer to you, making sure that the man can't harm you. If he did, well…

“My dear Morax, Geo Archon. Tell me, how do your people face punishment for the crime of harming children? Both directly and indirectly.” You look at him, his face full of delight. You called him your dear

“Corporal punishment : beating, death by boiling, chariots, and permanent mutilation like tattooing and castration. Then, they could be sent to become wall builders. Whichever you prefer Your Grace.” Morax was joyful, Her Grace was truly a kind ruler.

“You, what punishment do you want?”

The man is horrified he bashes his head on the floor, pleading. “Tick-tock, if you can't choose, then we might as well do them all. Is that right?” Cheers erupt from the crowd. The smell of burning human flesh overwhelms you.

You slowly start to get up, signalling the guard to take him away. You hated this. It was your choice to kill him.

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「 You did well, my dear. 」

‘Shut it, I don't wanna hear from you today.’ You held your expression with a smile, bottling up your anger towards the real creator.

「 Just a bit more, I promise that you'll get to that other world. Earth, was it? I don't know why you want to go there, it looks shitty. 」

‘It's a whole lot better than here.’ You finally got back to the palace. You had one in each country since they'd fight over you every time. ‘There are some perks to this, I guess.’

You plop down the bed, not bothering to take your shoes off at this point. It's exhausting, really. You dream of going back to earth. It was your home, of course.

You don't know how long you'll be able to keep the facade, Furina did a great job at that. But you weren't an actor in any way, and your mental health was already down the drain. You're not sure how you’d fare.

「 Hey, I'm sorry. 」

“For what?” You wonder why, this creator— they've always been an enigma when you met them. You think they're drunk.

「 For everything. 」

“It's fine…” You sigh out. It's no use anyway. The damage has been done. No use crying over spilt milk. You decide to take a shower, looking at the mirror. You're supposed to look like them, so why can you see your reflection—

「 Stop looking at the mirror. 」

“I know, mirrors are bad because they can always show one's true self. Basically, it's a face detector, honestly.” You rub your eyes. The bath was filled with roses, milk, and other scents. They mixed together well. You expected to have headaches because of it, but it seems like it was just your imagination.

“Haa… this is pretty relaxing, honestly. I'm alone, with snacks, relaxing~” You hum a happy tune, dancing a bit in the bathtub.

「 Uh, no your not— 」

‘WHAT?!’ You look around slowly, taking in your peripheral vision. There.

You slowly stood, grabbed the bath robe, and booked it to your room. Stopping at the door separating the room and bathroom. Before you opened the big ass door, you heard noises.

「 It's them. Hide dumbass! 」

‘I KNOW!’ You calmly panicked. Rushing to the bath again, you threw your robe to an empty pot. Thankfully, since the bath was heavily scented and mixed with milk, the water wasn't that clear. The door slowly unlocked as you submerged yourself into the tub. Forgetting one thing, your fucking asthmatic.

「 Dumb. (っ- ‸ - ς) 」

They search the room silently, looking at every nook and cranny. You forgot about Xiao— “They're not here, check the other rooms.” You hear before they start going out. “Wait— there's a bathrobe over there, they're hiding…”

You can't hold your breath anymore. You slowly get back up, the look of surprise in the trespassers appears. For them, you just appeared in the water mysteriously.

“Xiao—” He appears near you, kneeling, his head looking down at the floor. The intruders share a look of fear. Seems like they know him, they probably know they might be kinda fucked.

“Yes, Your Grace?” He slowly looks up with a blush, realizing that he was in your bathroom. “Could you deal with these intruders for me, sweetheart?” He looks to find them, standing petrified, then they run.

Oh, they're so dead. “And do it quietly. The children are in the garden with Ningguang, and I wouldn't want to worry them.” Xiao nods, summoning his spear. He knocks them all out, dragging their bodies to the guards.

He notes that he should report this to Rex Lapis. After all, how could anyone get into your chambers? Unless there were others that were involved.

You relaxed again, a towel was delivered by a maid, she looked nervous. Her uniform signified that she was from Monstadt. ‘The new maid, Anna. That's her name, right?’

「 Yes, why do you ask? 」

‘I have a gut feeling about her and not the bad type.’ She could be a key figure for your escape. ‘She'd be in danger too.’ You sigh, you take the towel from her with a smile, dismissing her.

Honestly, this is just fucking exhausting.

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You lie on your bed, slowly drifting off to sleep. It was an exhausting day, of course. Unbeknownst to you, someone— something is watching you while you sleep. It takes a physical form, lying right next to you, cradling your body.

“We'll be together soon. Don't worry, my love.”

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ησтє : Oohh, who could that be?? ( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) 

[casscainmainly]

I think the recent Cass and Jason discussion is very interesting bc like, Jason or even steph in her first appearance take these actions of righteous, murderous (or near murderous) justice bc of the fact that not only have they've been abused, but they're also able to recognise that fact, and feel that despite everything, they didn't deserve to suffer like that (Jason with his murder, Steph with her childhood abuse)

Whereas Cass struggles for most of her series to recognise that she was abused and struggles to properly resent her abuser on the grounds that she didn't deserve it. She resents David for being a killer and making her love him, for making her a killer, but rarely for the actual abuse that came with her training. She eventually recognises it right before the end of pre-52 in batgirl 2008, but not after a long time, and she still tries to save David at the very end after contemplating letting him die.

she does grows to resent Bruce after some time, and confronts him, showing that she's slowly gaining higher expectations for how she should be treated after developing relationships outside the batfamily (coincidentally with Steph, someone who can relate over having a shitty dad, along with her love interests like Kon and Tai)- though Bruce, despite his multitudes of bad parenting moments never truly abuses cass like david did, so there's nuance, and after her fight with bruce, she still has trouble fully reckoning with her abuse (still calls david shooting her 'a game' in front of tim- she knows its wrong but still doesn't act upset about the fact it happened to her).

She kind of sees all the training she went through as a necessary evil in order to have the skills to be a hero- which is somewhat true, but I think it also contributes to her being unable to see herself, even partially, as a victim for large portions of her narrative.

She can understand abuse as something that molds you into a killer, she can't understand being abused and then choosing to be a killer bc of the righteous fury you have at what happened. In Cass' mind her abuse is synonymous with killing. That's the worst thing Cain ever did to her and the reason she ran away. She can't understand someone like Jason choosing it as a way to cope/deal with abuse.

I don't think this is necessarily a ground breaking thought but I think abuse is an interesting lense to look at both Jason and Cass' stories- pre52, Jason's story is about continuing a cycle of abuse. Criminals hurt him, he hurts criminals, and anyone who gets in his way of hurting the criminals, bc even tho he pursues justice, he also pursues retribution, which is hard to do justly. Between that and the whole zombie/living ghost thing, it's downright gothic. Whereas Cass' story is about breaking out of a cycle of abuse- nobody dies bc she let one person die and will never let it happen again. It's just an interesting way to view their differences I think. Good Cass and Jason posts recently!

I LOVE THIS!! I absolutely think abuse informs the way Jay and Cass see the world (and Steph - Steph, in many ways, is the median point between Jason and Cass).

It's the fundamental question that drives Jason and Cass apart. For Cass, her question is: how can I be the victim if I'm the villain? And for Jason, the question is more: how can I be the villain if I'm the victim?

I love this line: "Cass struggles for most of her series to recognise that she was abused and struggles to properly resent her abuser on the grounds that she didn't deserve it." This is doubly complicated by the genuine love David Cain had for her - that panel of them watching the stars kills me every time. This is another key difference between Jason and Cass' abuse (taking Jason's abuse to be his death) - Jason had no love for the Joker, but Cass did love David Cain.

It's why it's so easy for Jason to want to kill the Joker, and so hard for Cass to even be angry at her father. And your point here - "In Cass' mind her abuse is synonymous with killing" - is absolutely on point, because Jason's conception of abuse is the helplessness of being murdered. They are both acting in ways to prevent what abuse means in their minds: as Batgirl, Cass will never have to kill again, and as Red Hood, Jason will never have to be helpless in the face of murderers again.

Any rebuke of their moral codes feels like a denial of the abuse they suffered. It's why Cass can't allow others to kill, and why Jason can't accept Bruce's reasoning for not killing the Joker. It's why these versions of them could never get along. Argh there's been such good Cass and Jason commentary recently, they drive me insane!!!

[whispersleo]

MY TASTE IN MEN

This was supposed to be a warm-up meme sketch, but I started writing the comparisons seriously, so here’s the post...

Astarion and Illario

They become "villains"/bad guys as a response to trauma.

They use their beauty and body to deceive and objectify themselves to get what they believe they want.

They have suffered physical, verbal, and emotional abuse that would break anyone.

They don't want to see themselves as victims, nor show—they hate feeling—weakness. They want to be stronger and crave power at any cost.

They display superiority toward others when their entire lives they have been beneath or in someone's shadow.

They have become so accustomed to lying and manipulating that I doubt they even know their true selves.

They approach someone who welcomes them with open arms, all the while thinking about how to use that person.

They fall to pieces if you show them genuine affection and love, what it’s truly meant to be.

They would kill for you.

They are my wet rats; they have no body hair.

I think, after all, they do enjoy sex—it probably involves unconventional things.

What they want and what they need are VERY different things.

I can fix them.

They have a strange relationship with blood.

They would betray you if it meant saving their own lives.

Showing vulnerability is the last thing they want, and strangely, it's what would save both of them from becoming monsters.

I have a weakness for men who try to kill me. You're screaming for me to fix you babe.

This could end very badly or very well.

They are charming and it is easy to fall for their lies instead of seeing beyond that mask.

People see them as "dumb" when they are tremendously intelligent. They may not be textbook smart, but they know how to read people, ask the right questions at the right time, they wait for the opportunity and always analyze the situations they find themselves in. People call them "dumb" because it's easier to accept it instead of the complex idea that a character can be smart but a moron at the same time.

They won't be jerks to you, but they'll probably treat the waitress on the date poorly if she fucks up something.

They are the kind of person who is worth being romantically with, but to get there you have to take off their mask and that in itself is a great effort.

They definitely want to be someone's first choice, for once in their lives.

Deep down, all they want is adoration, love and respect.

I want to hold them and tell them that they deserve to be loved without any ties or conditions to that love.

Gale, Emmrich and Lucanis

They are sweet by nature, kind souls despite all the pain they've been through.

Showing kindness is what makes them strong.

Once they fall in love with you, they are lost.

They have enormous insecurities.

They feel the weight of the world on their shoulders all the time.

Great facial and body hair.

They have a strange relationship with death.

They have a huge heart that yearns to love.

I would feel very proud to introduce them as my partner. Like yes this good man loves me, isn't that amazing?

They have self-destructive tendencies.

It makes me blush to hear them laugh because it’s the most precious sound in the world.

I would feel safe with them around.

They would die for you.

Gale and Emmrich

They are professors, and I DEFINITELY don't feel an incredible attraction toward men who can teach me interesting and unknown subjects in depth (of course, that DOESN'T turn me on).

They are the smartest and kindest in this room.

They love to show and share their studies and knowledge with anyone willing to listen.

They are patient.

They know how to listen.

They offer their opinion when you clearly didn't ask for it.

Too many times they want to help or give advice without being asked.

They've had many partners, but they love you a lot, and that willingness to learn how to love again is one of their most beautiful qualities.

In some strange way, they know how to fight when I think they're meant to be treated with care and delicacy or they'll break (just kidding).

Oh, and by the way, both of them are mages—guess it's sexy that you can do a bunch of magical things...

They are nerds even when it comes to sex and I love that. Of course I don't know anything about anatomy, do you want to explain that to me, professor?

Astarion, Illario and Lucanis

They have killed more people than I should feel comfortable with.

"The hands that cradled your face and tilted it upwards to kiss your forehead are soaked in unfathomable quantities of blood." But they cradled me, yes?

They are trained assassins, and that raises some questions about my own morals.

Why do we kill?

What does it feel like to take a life?

What does it feel like to hold the weapon with which you snatch away the last moments of someone who was as human as you and me, who had desires, fears, aspirations, who didn’t want to die?

What kind of superiority do you think you have to do that and see your target as nothing more than a simple cockroach?

How can you sleep at night?

Do those thoughts torment you, or are your dreams sweet as if you hadn’t done anything wrong?

How do you decide that someone deserves to die, my love?

Would you kill me like you've killed so many if, in some way, you believe I deserve it?

Don’t you think the sins you see in others, in those you kill, are also your own?

I LOVE characters with complex morals, it's so sexy. Yes, baby, kill a few more, let's bathe in the blood of our enemies or anyone who opposes us, let's dance with their corpses, I love you.

I know they are flexible.

Astarion and Emmrich

A date in a cemetery? Sure! Wait, why am I excited to do it on a grave? Ugh, I hope this doesn’t awaken another weird fetish in me...

I can't stop thinking about blood and corpses in a way that's too pleasant.

Their sense of fashion is superior.

They always carry a brush with them, in case they get a little messy in the middle of a fight.

I think both of them can sew pretty well.

They have a strange desire to become some kind of superior being, and that could end very well or very badly.

There’s some strange necromancy here.

They love to read, and that's very cute.

Gale, Illario and Lucanis

Their long hair gives me years of life, I want to run my fingers through it, caress it, comb it, pull it, I love it.

Maybe I like their hair because it's like mine, but either way.

I love drawing them.

Thinking about them makes my brain jump in my skull.

I just want to take away all your pain.

They have been emotionally abused but they cannot recognize themselves as victims, because they feel love for their abuser and the abuser loves them in a horrible way, the way only a mother's love could twist you.

DEFINITELY MOMMY ISSUES.

(This becomes more complex thinking about the relationship between Mystra and Gale / Zara and Illario and Caterina but that needs a whole power point presentation).

Gale and Lucanis

Canonically, they are THE wife material.

They are soft and loving once you’re with them.

They know how to cook and do any domestic task you can think of.

The house/camp is always in perfect condition thanks to them.

They look at you like you are the most precious person in the world.

I want to get them pregnant.

They have the saddest, most puppy-like brown eyes that make you love them instantly.

Their face screams for kisses and affection.

I know that between your arms is the warmest place in the world and that I could fall asleep to the sound of your beautiful heart.

I would distract myself by running my hand through their beards and remove any white hairs I found (without them asking me to).

Lucanis wins points for speaking spanish but Gale also wins points because let's remember that he is a professor.

Astarion, Gale, Illario and Emmrich

Absolutely freaks in bed BUT they can be vanilla if you ask them pretty please.

Lucanis

This man is virgin and demisexual like me so I think I would feel extremely comfortable knowing that there is no pressure to do "it" and that he is a man who values ​​company beyond pleasure, calming one of my biggest insecurities.

Not saying the others here can't value company is just... Yeah just sex isn't for me now. And that has ruined many of my relationships. So it gives me more peace of mind to think that my lover can also be a virgin like me and none of us have that expectation.

I'm not saying that the others here would pressure me to do it either. I don't think any of them would. But I know that they can see it as something important in the relationship and there's nothing wrong with that.

Mph-mph.

Gale

He is MY wife.

I have his name tattooed on my arm like branded cattle and I love it.

I have 500 hours on Baldurs and I always start a game again just to hear him breathe.

His relationship with his ex wouldn't create insecurities in me because I already have them so nothing new.

I fear that this man has taken my expectations to a place that cannot be reached by "real" men and I will die alone bUT happy to have met a fictional character written as beautifully as him.

I want to fall asleep while he reads me a book.

He has a cat that talks and has wings, I love her.

I love men who just can't shut the fuck up.

I'm sure his mom would like me and you have no idea how important that is to me HAHAHA my mother-in-laws (except one) always hated me so I would like to feel welcomed in a home for one damn time.

I love him.

I can always like other characters but none as incredible as you, Gale.

[snail-migraine]

Requested by: @elysiumrealms

Sure! I did think some fleshing out on how the rest of the family acts around them would be cool to write. Sorry this took so long btw, my inbox gets stuffed pretty quickly and it was finals week. Anyway thanks for the ask!

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Anon-Yan 💌‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.

Platonic Yandere Malleus

Pt.3

For you, the time before your punishment was nothing but a blurry mess.

Genuinely you don't remember all your horrible habits and manipulative tactics, you just remember acting on your insticts and not really thinking before you acted.

The few things you do remember is the interactions you had with your other family members.

The most memorable were the ones with Grandpa Lilia, when you were younger he loved cuddling you upside-down. Even if his grip was iron-strong it still felt so warm that you didn't want to leave.

When you got older he would allow you to play with some of his video games, he was always so sweet and helpful. Making sure you never got too frustrated at one certain part before taking the controller from you and completing whatever challenge had you stumped.

Lilia just loves babying you in a way he never got to with either of his original children.

He never failed to make you feel like the spoiled little brat you were.

"Ooh! Don't cry Darling, there's no need for that. Here, do you need Grandpa to help you? Okay sweet-pea. Don't worry, grandpa's here for you"

Then there's uncle Silver, who whose probably the most boring person to hang out with out of everyone in the family.

Don't get me wrong, you enjoyed his company but nothing even vaguely interesting happened whenever you hung around him.

He always really apologetic about it though, even going as far to bring you a little toy everytime he was allowed alone time with you. Typically is just a teddy bear, so that at night when you fell asleep you would think of your uncle Silver.

"Sorry we weren't able to play today. Here, have this. It's so when you fall asleep at night, you'll always remember your uncle Silver."

Your uncle sebek on other hand, he was hard to forget.

He was always loud, his voice commanded battalions after all. So a voice like his would definitely need for job like that.

You and him never played together, in his own words "WAKA-SAMA'S CHILD DESERVES A MUCH BETTER PLAYMATE THAN A LOWRANKING OFFICER SUCH AS MYSELF!"

Or whatever that was supposed to mean. You never really understood his way of thinking. While he was screaming his head off about not being good enough for you, you had sit and listen to him whilst daydreaming of all the video games Grandpa Lilia would play with you later.

It was boring, and eventually as you grew older you learned to tune him out.

Though I guess that wasn't the greatest idea, because within a week of learning how tune out his voice he came to you sobbing on his hands and knees begging for forgiveness.

"PLEASE FORGIVE ME WAKA-SAMA'S CHILD! WHATEVER SLIGHT HAVE DONE TO YOU, I BEG FOR YOUR FORGIVENESS AND MERCY! JUST PLEASE STOP IGNORING ME MY LEIGE!"

But I guess that all leads you to where you are now. Stuck in a boring old rickety tower. Stuck studying and doing chores all day. At least Father allowed for your family to visit from time to time.

Their faces and voices make the endless cycle you've been going through day-to-day slightly more bareable. But to be perfectly honest, with every passing moment that you're stuck here; in this damned tower made to be your prison, you lose a small peice of your sanity.

A peice of your mind that can never be returned to it's owner.

Trully a cruel thing to do, especially to your own child. Isolating them from everyone and everything they've ever known to prove a point, when it wasn't even truly their own faults that caused such a mess? Foolish, and downright cruel if anyone asked you.

Ah, but what can you do?

You did do this to yourself after all, might as well own up to your mistakes and pay the price.

[bamfaholic]

A Letter from Kurt... Dated November 6th, 2024

Summary: letter written to the reader by Kurt Wagner after the 2024 election results. Hurt/comfort fic

A/N: I think we could all use comfort here. This idea came to me this morning. If you voted Trump or support Trump fucking block me this goddamn instant I do not tolerate your vile hatred here.

How insane is this concept at all, nightcrawler and Trump shouldn't really mix

A letter is delivered to your quarters within the mansion, addressed with your full name. The script is neat, flowy, and beautiful. You recognize the handwriting to be none other than Kurt Wagner. There is no return address. The X-Men have been on a mission in Ukraine for months now, including Kurt. You had been so anxiously awaiting his return. You hastily tear into the envelope, devouring it's contents.

Mein liebling,

I have heard the news. My hand shakes as I write this, unsure of what to say. I cannot believe Americans, our fellow people, voted for such vile hatred. I knew they hated our kind, but I never knew the sheer wrath they had for one another. Do they know what they've done? Do the mutants who backed that man know what they've done?

I've only known for the past two hours. It is late here. The sun sleeps, but I cannot. I lie awake thinking about you, the children, anyone this will gravely endanger. It is not new for us to be hunted, to be cast out, but now there are millions more who must walk the same path as we.

Charles has already requested some of us return, including me. It is spreading us thin. Too much is happening in the world for us to defeat at once. However, a mutant sanctuary is necessary. What fight is there if mutant-kind vanishes?

This is why... I urge you. I urge you to fight. You must keep fighting.

I am trying not to lament or drown you in my sorrows, but I feel lost. I feel as if God has abandoned me in utter darkness. Such darkness that even I, Nightcrawler, cannot see through.

History often repeats itself, and I think me of all people should know what is coming. I am afraid.

It appears as if the ink has been smeared. The paper is warped, like it had been wet.

I am afraid, liebling. Our future is uncertain. I know that is not new for us, but now they can be vocal in their disdain. Logan says the writing is on the wall. The entire military can be weaponized now. Our right to live, to breathe, to contest these wicked views, is in danger.

We will be under the "guidance" of a hateful monster. I do not use the term lightly, but I fear that he may truly be a demon from Hell. He is everything wicked with the world. This cheater, bigot, Godless man deserves none of this. None of this rejoicing, praise, power. I swear to you I will not rest in making this right, or I will die trying. You will be safe.

We are not the only ones, not any longer.

I sense the mansion may soon take in thousands, if not more. We'll have to expand and protect our brethren. I have faith we will make it through; that we will make this right. I am certain of it.

If God has drenched us in darkness, then I know that He will also lead us into the light. For they are one and the same: without light there cannot be darkness, and without darkness there cannot be light.

I anxiously await our reunion. Mien schatz, please wait for me.

Signed forever yours,

Kurt Wagner.

[familiarbythyside]

just me

in which stylist alicent cuts her wife’s hair (wc: 809) just a lil drabble + sfw!!

“You’ve been quiet this evening.”

Rhaenyra’s eyes part from the window they've blankly been staring out of for nearly an hour, her fingertips messing with the end of her thick braid, a weight to her demeanor that makes Alicent’s throat go tacky with worry. “I haven’t meant to be.”

“Is there something on your mind?” She knows there is, that this silence between them, while still safe and comfortable; is heavy. Alicent’s run out of nightly chores and busywork to do while checking in on Rhaenyra in between tasks, only to keep finding her in the same spot. Unmoved. Which brings her here, settling on the couch beside her, though she does keep a few inches of space between them, to avoid any feelings of pressure to give physical touch while being in active discomfort of some kind.

“I think…” Rhaenyra trails off, a slight furrow creasing her brow, Alicent’s eyes patiently taking her in. “… That I want to cut my hair.”

“Yeah?” She prompts, gently, because she knows what Rhaenyra’s hair means to her. What it symbolizes. Why no matter how frustrated or overstimulated she gets by it, she still treats her white locks with the upmost care. They’ve not had this conversation before. Not really. There’s been meltdowns that she’s helped her through that they’ve never discussed, merely moved on from, but Alicent knows her. She does. That’s why she wants whatever discussion they end up having to be on Rhaenyra’s terms.

“I don’t just see her, anymore. When I look at myself in the mirror.” She shakes her head, tilted the slightest bit as she meets Alicent’s eyes,”It’s not a comfort, Ali. Not now. And I just - I want to see myself. Not my mother or my father or any of them. Just me.”

“That’s okay, darling,” Ali puts her arm around Rhaenyra’s shoulders as she leans into her, tears having started to flow from her eyes. She presses a kiss to her temple as she rubs at her bicep. “That’s more than okay. You deserve to be able to see yourself when you look in the mirror, Rhaenyra. You deserve to feel good.”

“It’s all I have left of her.”

“Oh my love,” Alicent sways their bodies gently as Rhaenyra’s soft sobs bring tears to her own eyes,”that’s simply not true. So much of her lives on in you, Rhaenyra. I see it everyday.”

“I could never forget about her.”

That’s what does it, what spills Alicent’s tears over her waterlines, words tugging hard on her heart strings, because in moments like this, they are both young again. Aemma’s loss ever prevalent between them, as if it’s only just happened, and they’ve not aged at all. “I know you couldn’t, Rhae.” She tucks her nose into soft strands of hair, breathing in the strawberry-white tea scent of her shampoo. “I know.”

“Please don’t let me forget about her.” She’s an absolute wreck after that, hands clutching at the arm not wrapped around her shoulders, Alicent just keeping the two of them in gentle motion. A mess herself, not hiding it, because she’s never really had to, nor been capable of doing so where Rhaenyra’s concerned. And though she knows her wife could never truly erase Aemma from her mind, she just the same knows that rational thought isn’t present at the moment. Instead it’s a grieving, endlessly devoted daughter that feels as though by cutting off her hair she is somehow doing the same to her mother and the memory of her.

“I won’t, sweet girl,” Ali reassures her,”I promise.”

Aemma could never be erased from her memory, either. The last maternal figure Alicent herself had, had, after the passing of her own mother growing up. She will live on within the two of them for as long as they’re both drawing air.

“Will you do it for me?”

Alicent loves her so much her entire body aches. “Of course.”

Rhaenyra cries as Alicent cuts her hair, silent, eyes unmoving from the bathroom mirror. White strands covering the floor around them. There’s so much pride in her chest as she goes through the motions, extra attentive to the clips she’s making, that she herself feels as though she could cry again at any time.

“What do you think?” She questions once she’s done, such an overwhelming mix of emotions in her chest at the sight before her. How different Rhae’s face looks, sharper at the edges, more defined.

“I think I love you,” Is her response, Rhaenyra turning on the stool she’s sat on and wrapping her arms and legs around Alicent. “Thank you.”

Alicent blinks, a few tears coming loose, tilting her head down to press a kiss to Rhaenyra’s freshly cut hair as her hands rub at her back. “Anything for you.”

[nicorenarin]

Phantom Scapegoat: Why P5X Deserves A Chance

Whilst many often shake their head at the concept of a 'gacha' game, it wasn't a surprise to see the Persona series take a shot at such a game. Persona 5: The Phantom X, or just P5X, was released fully in April within multiple regions of Asia and is planned for both a Japanese & Global releases within the future. Aiming to tell a brand new story within the Persona 5 universe, P5X takes place in a parallel timeline where new protagonist, Wonder, leads in the main role with a new group of Phantom Thieves.

As of writing, the game is about to release its 2.3.3 update, which will include an expansion of the side story 'Cross Fate', which covers the original Persona 5 palaces with both the new and old cast, yet it's clear that this story will aim to tie into the main story in one way or another through the developing concept of parallel worlds and timelines. The one thing we have to be aware of is that whilst the main developers are Black Wing Studios, a subsidiary of Perfect World Games, it was recently confirmed in an interview that ATLUS themselves are still helping to construct the narrative and the world of P5X.

My only question is... where was this writing all over the original Persona 5?

It's quite insane that whilst we are only nearing the end of the third palace, P5X takes the world we know of P5 and makes it insanely intriguing. We went from the third arc being centred around a generic 'yakuza' goon to focusing on a struggle for power between teachers that aims to uncover a bigger conspiracy deep within the school that Wonder and some of the other characters attend. Even the second arc, whilst initially presenting itself as a parallel of the Madarame Arc, I think it does it better.

Unfortunately, many on the internet aren't exactly too fond of such a game. It's understandable. A lot of mainstream gacha games such as Genshin Impact are known for their predatory practices in terms of pull-rates, the fear of missing out, etc. Yet, P5X doesn't fall into this pattern, nor does it show itself as a game not willing to listen to its community. As someone who has barely spent a dime, getting all the featured characters and still having currency to spare is a very good thing. The game cares about you and at times will throw summoning tickets and various other items at you either for nothing or for a simple task. They've even recently brought back Tycoon from Persona 5 Royal and taken it online, which has been brilliant.

Harkening back to the earlier point, I believe that a community like the Persona one unfortunately exposed an ugly side of itself with the rising popularity of P5X. The amount of times I see that it's a 'china game' or the reason they won't touch it is because it's 'chinese' feels rather horrible. I think it's perfectly fine to dislike gacha mechanics, but at no point does Joker emerge from the phone, point a gun to your head and force you to enter your credit card details. Many content creators such as JohneAwesome were skeptical of the game, but after playing it? He's now a huge fan! Who would've thought that playing a game like this would change your opinion? The game isn't perfect and many, like myself, have a fair few issues with the game, especially with how it can be better. Yet, I think it's better to try the game for yourself than make it out to be a devil walking.

With collabs with games like P3 and P4 basically confirmed, along with their potential involvement in the main story, P5X has an opportunity to be one of the grandest stories in the entire series and I truly hope it rises to the challenge.

[paperdice]

HIIIII TYSM 4 MAKING MY REQUEST 😭😭 I LOVED IT SM!!!!1!1!! SOOO I was reading like always (? And I’ve seen that Snakefruit actually has like 5 fics and the most recent one is like from 2022?? SOSOSO I thought, could you make a Snakefruit x Dragon reader?? I think that’s an interesting dynamic bcz yk.. he wants to be a dragon.. and ykyk (´⊙ω⊙`)

𝐒𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐢�� 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐞 𝐱 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐠𝐧!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬)

"I would paint the skies with the colors of your dreams and dance under the moonlight until dawn, all for you."

Getting the attention of this wannabe dragon wasn't difficult, they had been eyeing you since before your first encounter. You are a noble and fierce dragon with an impressive reputation, after all. They envied your status, your strength, and your dragonhood.

Isn't it ironic that they fell for a dragon? Although it's not entirely surprising. Snakefruit believes that a dragon should be with another Dragon and that the two of you were meant to be together, despite the mistake of them being a snake. They promise that they will soon change and become the strong dragon that you deserve.

➻❥ Since before your relationship and during, it has always been apparent that Snakefruit would always marvel at you no matter what. They treasure their relationship with you absolutely, but there's no doubt that Snakefruit would throw in a few sly compliments that have you rethinking the choices you made.

➻❥ Snakefruit may seem deceitful with their questionable comments, but it's just their way of complimenting you by sounding a little too envious. They have a deceptive way of doing things, but they would never betray you. In their eyes, you've won the war, you've stolen Snakefruits heart and there's no way of getting it back.

➻❥ They know their heart is in good hands, they've spent plenty of time getting to trust you to know that. Maybe that's how you stole their heart. They lean on you with pure admiration, revealing a more loving side beyond their poker face.

➻❥ From their highest love languages to the lowest, the list goes.

Quality time: Having spent all their time helping others reach their goals, nothing compares to just sitting and savoring a moment with you. They're always asking for alone time, whether it's a brief encounter or a sneaky request, and you know they truly desire it.

Physical touch: They were never the touchy type, not before meeting you of course. You're a Dragon with stunning scales that are meant to be cherished. They would lightly caress your Dragon features, hold your hand, softly rub their cheek on you, and snuggle you behind closed doors.

Words of affirmation: You'd think it'd have a higher place but honestly, as much as Snakefruit tries to sound sweet it can sometimes sound alarming. However, that doesn't stop them from trying to get their words through your heart. At times, their words are exactly what you need to hear in the moment.

Gift giving: Another thing you'd think would be higher, they do try and gift you things but it's not their best of work. Yes, they'll find treasures and gather trinkets for you to own, but they only do this if the gift reminds them of you. Searching for a gift isn't out of the equation though the deja vu they get from looking for offerings for Longan Dragon Cookie can get a bit, irritating.

Acts of service: Similar to gift-giving, all Snakefruit has done is serve and serve many times, which is tiring and dehumanizing. After this repeated cycle, I don't think they'd be too willing to do everything for you. They wouldn't mind it at times, but to them, it just doesn't feel like their way of showing you their love.

➻❥ Due to Snakefruit being, well, a snake— this factor has a more dominating effect on their physical appearance. Half cookie doesn't stop how this half-snake is cold-blooded, so Snakefruit is drawn to your warmth.

➻❥ They don't ever announce when they're about to rub and side-nuzzle your body, they just do it. With the cheekiest smile on their face and a sigh of ease, however, they don't stay for long. It's a small tease they like to do; come about, feel your touch, and drift away when you just got comfortable.

➻❥ Though don't pull the same stunt on them, they don't like the taste of their own medicine. The expression of displeasure won't be too harshly painted on their face, but you know they don't like it based on their unnecessary pettiness in the following future. It just lasts a day don't worry.

➻❥ A funny yet sometimes annoying bit they do is when they purposefully drag their S's right when they're buttering you up for a surprise. Something like,,

"Then sshe ssaid.." "..uh huh." "Sssssss" "yes?" "Ssssssssss—" "What did she say?!"

➻❥ Snakefruit always looks out for your Dragon features, as if you were some sculpture to constantly polish. Scales looking a bit loose? Well according to Snakefruits memory, you don't shed till way later. Are you not treating yourself properly?? That won't do, cause now Snakefruit's on your case.

➻❥ Questions about being a Dragon do reach about from time to time, they're curious about what it's like for you to be born with immense power and purpose. They wanna know your every opinion on the rocks they're willing to climb to achieve their goal of being a Dragon, do you think it's possible?

➻❥ Every kiss is precious, whether it's a gentle peck or a vibrant, breath-stealing one. Each time they kiss, they always model a smile on their face, you can always feel more of their smile against your lips whenever they lean in for more. They're so greedy.

➻❥ Snakefruit would enjoy eskimo kisses, it's a kiss where lovers gently rub their noses together, a wholesome gesture Snakefruit does with meaning behind it. These kisses are rarer than the quick peck ones or the sharp intimate ones. Only when they're adoring you behind closed doors, tenderly caressing your features, they can't help but touch your adorable face.

➻❥ Snakefruit doesn't get salty with you being a Dragon, no not at all, if anything you being one encourages them to reach their dream. You deserve the finest passionate love, a Dragons love, they will not wait any longer to become what you are worthy of.

What a fun request to write, I'm glad to know you enjoyed your last ask, and even more so that you came back to request another! I hope you like this one as much as the prior one, don't feel shy to throw in a third request, you're always welcome <333!!

[yandere-wishes]

Okay so not an ask more of a Headcanon based on observation and the character he is based on, but I see Honest Fellow as someone who would both idolize/emulate and resent the rich. By his design his clothes, while they pay homage to Honest John with the patchwork pantleg and the misding pinky tip on his one glove seem very well-kempt, on top of that his hat and cane are practically emaculate that cane alone couldn't have been cheap though I wouldn't put it passed the sly fox man to have either swindled someone out of it or stole it from them outright. Point is I'm getting wants to be a rich man but hates the rich people vibes.

All of that is set-up for my headcanon that if he ever had a S/O you can bet he would get them jewelry and expensive clothes. Basically just adorn them in finery he had acquired through whatever means (cough, likely stolen or purchased with dirty money, cough) and proudly have them stand by his side. The thought to use them as a pretty little lure to catch even bigger fish might cross his mind, but I doubt he'd ever use them like that. Personally, I feel like he'd be to possessive to do that even if his darling wanted to help like that, after all what if he let's them go off alone and someone tries to take advantage of his poor darling? He doesn't think they're weak or foolish per say but who could protect them better than him? I think he'd have a difficult time even leaving them alone with Gidelle (only 90 percent sure I got that right), of course he trusts Gidelle, well as much as he can truly trust anyone anyway, but he's the brains of the outfit and unless he's personally by his darlings side he won't ever be truly assured something won't go wrong.

Let's say that darling isn't quite so understanding or compliant, his possessive side would certainly get worse. He can't leave them alone for one second qhat if they try and sneak off. Perhaps to save his pride he'd be a bit delusional, they're just a sweet little naive skittish thing that doesn't know any better, possibly they've never known a love as deep and unshakable as his, it's only natural there would be a learning curve for them and who better than he to teach them? I highly doubt he'd ever use physical punishments on his darling, probably doesnt like punishing them as he thinks they are just still learning, but that doesn't mean he won't find other ways to punish them if necessary. I do think if they actively tried to run he wouldn't waste a minute getting something along the lines of a necklace with a chain, something fashionable but functional as a reminder while they're learning, if that reminder isn't enough though he might go for a bejeweled pet collar and leash. If all else fails isolation in a secure location with him as their only source of human, or well beastman, contact would certainly allow them to see how much they needed each other. Whatever he has to do to make them understand it'll all be worth it later once they're settled and he can spoil them like they deserve.

TLDR: Honest Fellow would love to lavish his S/O in (possibly ill-gotten) finery and would actively and proudly show them off on his arm. Everyone can look and admire, but only he is allowed to touch.

This has got to be the most effort anyone has ever put into something they sent in my ask box!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!

Okay so right off the bat let me say that YES!! This is canon I don't care what anyone says.

I can see him as "wanting what they have" but "not wanting to be them". Essentially he wants the ability to give his darling the best of everything. Yet still ultimately preserving his own "personality". Like you said Fellow hates the rich. They're insufferable, self-absorbed and loathsome, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't crave the glitz and glammer.

Now I can kinda see Fellow only really interacting with his darling at first to use her as bait. Winning her over with expensive gifts and pretty cloths (all from dirty money ofc) and sure darling does start to fall for his tricks. But here's the thing, the moment his darling begins to show the tinest interest in him Fellow FALLS HARDER!! All of a sudden he doesn't want ANYONE near his darling! Just him only him. Sooner or later his darling will start to feel suffocated, she'll be desperate to get away from him. Forsaking the pretty presents and charming "boyfriend" for just a moment of freedom. But Fellow's a sly fox, always one step ahead. He knows how to ensnare his darling before she's even run away.

Overall Fellow will lavish you, treat you like a queen, getting you anything you desire (through underhanded means) but you'll never be allowed to leave him. Forever trapped by his side on the island of pleasure…

Quick question is Fellow meant to be the same age as the third years or is he older??

[boatswainscall]

I really do sympathize with Destiny 2 players and the Absolute State the game is currently in (and tbh has always been in, in some form or another), as someone who originally picked the game up during Forsaken and who has been let down in new and unique ways every time I've returned to it since. I know too that the typical Ragetubers within its niche are for sure not helping things (neither has the subreddit). I honestly though have an immense amount of grief for people on here especially who love Destiny's world, lore and characters so much who are having to watch as the leadership keep breaking new holes in a ship that has been sinking for years. And if it ultimately means people end up coming to Warframe either in general or because of 1999 I will welcome them all with open & unjudging arms.

I am also aware though that Warframe's super early game and vertical midgame climb are even now a horrifying slow crawl, and are the #1 killer of people's progress no matter how badly you want to get to 1999 or even stuff much earlier on like the Second Dream or the War Within. It's pretty much a universal experience to have a high MR friend carry you through that whole portion, either through deleting the map for you as you both attempt to farm for specific mods or straight up farming for them themselves and trading them to you to give you the boost you need to get to the good stuff. It's what my friend had to do for me back in 2017 when I first started, and it's what me and that same friend will do for a mutual friend if they ever start playing themselves. It's Warframe's biggest problem right now, alongside the issue of properly balanced difficulty at the peak of endgame but that's it's own developmental can of worms.

However.

Like I said, I've played Destiny myself. I've been on the subreddit, I've seen the rage bait youtube videos. I've seen the levels of virulent and shocking hatred some players have for the developers and Bungie as a company. Which is well earned in the case of the upper leadership as we saw, but is un fucking warranted when aimed at the developers and writers. The game has been floundering for years and getting worse with its microtransactions yes, but that is not and has never been the fault of the people who actually make the game. But it's way easier to just yell at Bungie or "the Devs" as a monolith, not helped either by the fact that the developers were kept in a chokehold on speaking up about why player feedback was supposedly being "ignored" until the news broke last year about the bottomless depths of the CEO's fuckheadery.

What I'm getting to is, DE is not that kind of developer, entirely I think because they've managed to remain independent even after being bought by Tencent (and because Steve is the CEO). They have always been open and honest about their developmental decisions and direction (beyond just vague "roadmaps") and are extremely receptive to player feedback. I don't doubt that they're aware of the midgame mountain and are likely trying to work out how to improve it, but it's such a sprawling and widespread issue that we likely won't hear anything about it for a good while. DE though has already had to handle some truly nightmarish levels of personal targeted harassment a couple years ago involving a specific youtuber who I don't think I've heard of since the situation was handled. The last thing we need is more of that specific genre of toxic freak calling for physical harm on the developers because of the poor balancing of the midgame mountain or the Endgame's difficulty curve (if they get to it). Frankly no fucking game developers deserve that, on any game of any type or size. Not Destiny 2's, not Warframe's, not anyone.

Which is a long way of saying I hope the toxic assholes coming from Destiny 2 are starved out by Warframe's midgame mountain and go play something else instead, which tbh from what I've seen most of them are Crucible types so they probably will anyway. As for everyone else jumping ship, we've got a ship of our own and we're pulling you on board. And we'll be there with climbing equipment once you reach that midgame mountain, including myself.

[missionkitty]

seeing the olympians from the underworld

this might turn into a bit of a rambling essay, so bear with me--i've been doing a lot of thinking about zagreus' interactions with the olympian gods and melinoë's interactions with them. i did a little bit of rambling on the official hades 2 discord, but i want to let myself wander through these ideas a little more freely on here.

i will be talking openly about all available spoilers in the hades 2 early access and for hades 1, so be ye warned.

so essentially. i am. becoming very very invested in how we are seeing so many examples of the olympians' wrath and pettiness as we take melinoë through the underworld and olympus, especially as i've been doing the surface path to get better against prometheus and just hearing all the stuff he's been saying before and after every fight.

(did you know that prometheus says he keeps his wounds open to remind him of his anger and rage against the gods? and also says...that aetos, the eagle, appreciates it?--the implication being that he still lets aetos eat his liver? yum! friendship!)

with zagreus, we saw shades of this pettiness and vindictiveness with the trials of the gods and especially learning about the circumstances of persephone ending up in the underworld. and of course you get hades talking about how cruel and short-sighted the olympians could be, but until a certain point you wouldn't be blamed for taking what he says with a grain of salt because hades can be such a curmudgeon.

however, we don't see much of their dealings with mortals since zagreus is bound to the underworld and unable to be above ground for too long. we get little flashes here and there of what mortal life is like from the shades milling about the house of hades, but ultimately the story is of the dysfunction of the relationship surrounding olympus, hades and his house, persephone, and zagreus.

but now? with the gates of the underworld burst open and erebus overrun and overgrown, so many of the other people, figures, and shades we meet as melinoë have been punished or cursed or affected (derogatory) by the olympian gods in some way or another…just off the top of my head:

arachne, heracles, and prometheus are the big three for now (echo could also be included, but as far as i've seen, it hasn't been explicitly stated what happened to her--however if you're familiar with greek mythology, she is another casualty of that trademark olympian vindictiveness from a certain queen of the gods)

to perhaps underline this common thread of punishment...retaliation, even, it's all started with chronos seeking revenge on the gods who cut him into pieces and spread him across tartarus. (not to say that he...may not have deserved being deposed as such. but let me pull on that thread another day.)

and this "resurrection" of chronos opens the scope of what melinoë is allowed to see of her olympian relatives as compared to what zagreus is able to discover.

like. i really want to see zag and the house of hades safe and with mel, but i also really want to see what a reckoning for the olympians would look like if that's the case.

with hades 2 being in early access and the next update likely not coming for some time, i'm sure specific beats and details will change once the game is fully released, but i like this idea of the olympic gods having to actually, truly face consequences for their very mortal moments of anger and retaliation against whatever perceived slights or threats they've encountered.

mel is in such an interesting place, in terms of her character and the trajectory of her life and where a character arc would go, and the way prometheus keeps calling her "agent of change"…she's, understandably, got a big stake in stopping chronos--but it's also kind of put her in a spot to see the ugliest and most vindictive parts of olympus.

she's close friends with arachne. she's met heracles and seen where he stands as a demigod in the eyes of the olympic gods. she knows the tales of prometheus stealing fire from olympus (and apparently delivering reason personally from athena) to give to mortalkind, even at risk of his own near-eternal mutilation.

i must wonder what she would think of learning the truth of how zeus kidnapped and "gave" persephone to hades as he was sent to become lord of the underworld. of the risk of impending war that accompanied zagreus endlessly working to escape from the underworld and deceiving the olympians to find his mother.

(don't get me started about the connection between dora and prometheus...that's a whole other can of worms. or box. or. jar.)

at the moment, i can see a very fraught emotional journey for mel ahead, especially once we reach the final surface biome and boss. however, as it stands with the path ending after prometheus, she doesn't really have the time or desire to do much more than save and defend the family she knows she has.

which, at the moment, is in the underworld--hades shackled in adamant chains, her mother and brother and the rest of the house of hades frozen in a single moment of time.

and atop olympus--trying to drive back chronos' forces.

the fact that she's been trained for so long to be the titan-killer, the person who's supposed to unseat chronos from the underworld, has painfully and sharply formed her views of anyone who places themselves in opposition to her quest. it wasn't lost on me just how much she disparages prometheus and chronos for being titans, yet being raised and loved by hecate and selene--titans themselves.

hecate even calls her out on it, that their titan-hood does not predetermine their loyalties (as her mentor was the one she was disparaging titans to!! like, girl, the lack of self-awareness!!) but mel's response to it felt...inspiringly disaffected, to me.

melinoë has had her views shaped by her hatred of chronos for so long that it's going to take something pretty significant to tip her mental scales. i...don't think it'll be pretty, if she's turned to face that olympic reckoning. it won't be great for chronos, no matter what. but i also think the olympians owe the mortals penitence. i think they owe the cthonic gods some penitence too.

(sorry, side note. can we talk about how a significant amount of olympus just assumed...after EVERYTHING zagreus and persephone went through, that they just suddenly decided to go no-contact or something? like. especially zagreus? just suddenly not sending messages anymore? mr. talkative family man himself? anyway.)

wishful thinking on my part, i want zagreus to play a role in helping mel recalibrate. or maybe he encourages mel to find the answers for herself, much like he had to. to decide for herself what she wants to do.

ahh, anyway. i think that's all of my thoughts for now. do you have anything to add? anything i might have missed? i haven't been keeping screenshots or records of the lines i've heard until very recently--i do plan on starting a fresh file when v1.0 drops, to experience everything all over again. i'll likely revisit this once we get the whole story and see if i was anywhere close.

for now, i guess i'll just leave you with this line from prometheus:

"...If you could see what I've foreseen, you'd not believe it anyhow."

maybe it's a reference to early access being likely to change before full access.

or maybe...the world will be irrevocably transformed by the "agent of change" and what she will see.

[chirpsythismorning]

Some of the evidence supporting Mike not being in love with El is brutal. No, but seriously.

In s3, when El's leg is injured, instead of Mike putting his arm around her waist, allowing him to take some of the weight off her injured leg, he puts his arm around her shoulder, basically having the exact opposite affect of taking the weight off of her, instead just adding more weight for her to have to carry.

Now, I’m not coming at Mike here, I’m actually coming at the writers, because this choice here has everything to do with them using this gesture to signal Mike’s lack of feelings for El, even at the expense of realism.

I say this bc any person with common sense, including Finn and everyone around him and Millie filming these shots, would've known it looked unnatural for Mike to be adding more weight onto El as opposed to taking some off of her.

This means that what Mike did here, Finn was directed to do, and therefore it was for a specific reason.

And we know they could have easily made the opposite choice, because they show us Max AND Lucas doing it.

See how putting an arm around El's waist looks so much more natural? Because homegirl is injured and clearly needs help taking weight off her leg to qualm some of the pain she's experiencing there, which is why Max and Lucas are shown here doing it the correct way.

And so, why can't Mike do the same? Why are the writers making a point to show Mike being incapable of simply taking some weight off of El, instead doing the exact opposite?

I don't think it's as deep as Mike not being able to do something intimate, and that's bc, again we see Max and Lucas doing it.

I honestly think what they're trying to convey with this choice here, is that Mike thinks he's helping El, when he is in fact doing the opposite despite his best efforts. The implications of that and how that sort of aligns with their romantic relationship and what it leads to at the end of s3, going into s4, is pretty spot on.

I do think Mike thinks he's doing the right thing by being with El instead of voicing any doubts at the end of s3, because he is under the assumption that she is in love with him. I do think he believes he is indebted to her and that this is the least he can do after everything they've been through together, which has mostly been riddled with romantic pressures and so continuing that instead of disputing it seems like the only option anyways. Not to mention, he does care for her deeply, so it's not hard to imagine that he's a teenage boy confusing deep care for love (he literally tells us this is his problem when he can only say care and not love to El's face... but that's a whole other conversation).

Still, when it's all said and done, Mike's not actually doing El any favors by being with her romantically, if that is not what he truly wants.

Because that's the sad truth about all of this, which is that you would never want someone to be with you just because you want them. If you knew that they truly couldn't have those feelings for you, you'd want to know, right? You don't deserve someone just because you have deep feelings for them. And I think there's so many layers to this idea, bc many people are capable of not giving Byler a chance bc they truly believe Mike could never return Will's feelings. Will also feels this way atp, so though it hurts, he rips the band aid off, because he would never want Mike to be with him just out of pity or something. No one would want that. And so it all really comes down to who Mike truly loves romantically and wants to be with. And the right thing to do, even if it hurts someone, is to be honest, because being with them just bc you think that will make them happy is never going to be enough if you aren't truly feeling it, or worse, feel it for someone else.

We see how Mike's inability to be honest with El at the end of s3, leads to a season of Mike feeling deeply insecure and undeserving of the love El has to offer him, and even though he does try, he always comes up short. Despite Mike putting up this front that they are the perfect couple, the details are telling us something is off. And it gives him away.

Another example that I think is very similar to this loaded gesture from Mike to El in s3, is the scene in s4 when they hug in the airport.

Common sense ppl, picture this: You're reuniting with your long distance girlfriend. Then suddenly, she runs up to you, with her arms wide open, and instead of opening your arms wide to embrace her properly, you take the bouquet of flowers you brought her as a gift, and shove them against your chest just as she approaches to hug you, effectively squishing the present you got for her (a pretty delicate present at that) for no reason other than to... what exactly?

Like?? El isn't even squishing the present Mike, she's trying to hug you, dude! Your gf is trying to hug you properly and you threw the gift you got for her in between you so you could throw in a careful! x3??

Again, this has less to do with Mike's thoughts and reasoning behind this gesture in a literal sense, and more to do with the simple fact that this is a narrative choice! Mike is not a real person! There are real people sitting down and writing this and actors are having to do multiple takes to act it out. What feels natural for a situation is going to be what is often chosen 9 times out of 10, because of realism and wanting the audience to see stuff happening that is believable. That 1 time though, when it's not being done the way it would usually be, is usually because there's a specific reason for it.!

So the question really is, not why is Mike doing this, but why are the writers having Mike do this, and what message are they trying to convey about Mike's feelings based on his behavior, in these moments where he's just not capable of committing to El genuinely, one way or another?

[theloveoffootball10]

sᴛɪᴄᴋᴡɪᴛᴜ- ᴛ ʜ ɪ ʀ ᴛ ʏ ᴏ ɴ ᴇ

s e r i e s m a s t e r l i s t / c o m p l e t e m a s t e r l i s t

ᴛ ʜ ɪ ʀ ᴛ ʏ ᴏ ɴ ᴇ

I cry throughout my flight to Amsterdam, the minimal times I stop something ends up setting me off again. The flight attendants must think I'm completely insane. I don't get much better on the connecting flight from Amsterdam to Bristol, maybe it's knowing I have to face someone from Lando's family to get my car. I always knew it would be a bad idea leaving my car at their house when I went to Monaco.

I'm truly devastated at what has happened. I never in a million years thought Lando would do this to me. Everything about him was a green flag except it turns out he's the biggest red flag walking.

I've got countless missed calls and texts from Lando but truthfully he's the last person I want to speak to. If my phone didn't need to be turned on for my boarding pass, it would be off and no one would be able to contact me. Being honest my dad is the only person I'm happy to hear from right now.

I know it's early in Austin but my dad has already text to see how I'm feeling. He knows me well enough to know that a phone call isn't what I need right now but I know he's at the other end of the phone when I need him. I have no doubt in my mind that he's told my mum what happened, in fact the whole world probably knows. As I wait for my taxi to Lando's parents house I do the worst thing I could do, I open instagram. The first thing I see is a gossip page with a photo showing clear as day that I slapped Lando across the face with the caption detailing my anger at Lando and the fact the slap silenced the paddock. I can see the rage on my face in one of the photos shared and it's terrifying.

I was in shock when I done it but now I'm over that I fully think he deserved it. The sheer audacity of him to not only behave the way he did but to then stand in the paddock laughing like nothing happened. Watching the world pass me by I almost don't want to get out of the car the closer I get to Lando's parents house. I can't sit in the taxi forever but I know I have to do it. Letting out a deep breath to steady myself I knock on the door unsure of the reaction I'll get. I'm under no illusion that everyone will know what happened but I just want my car from the garage so I can leave.

"Hey how you feeling? Come in" Flo says as she opens the door to me. Seeing Lando's sister stood in front of me my eyes fill with tears again. His full family are such nice people and they've welcomed me with open arms.

It's hard to imagine not having these people in my life even after only meeting them a handful of times. Seeing Lando's mum walk into the hallway is all it takes for me to break down. Again. I've cried more tears over this man in the last 12 hours than I have ever have over a man.

"Lucía you're going to be okay" Cisca says wrapping her arms around me "my son is an idiot"

"I could kill him. He's such an idiot. You're the best thing to ever happen to him, I'm tempted to get on a flight to Austin to slap the other side of his face" hearing Flo so angry with her brother hurts me. This is between me and Lando, I don't want his family turn against him.

"Flo that's enough, Lucía doesn't need this"

"Mum are you joking! He's embarrassed himself and ruined the best thing in his life. No brother of mine would ever treat a girl so badly! He's been taught better than that"

"I don't blame any of you for what Lando has done. He's responsible for his own actions, it isn't a reflection on you or the way he's been brought up" I say through my tears not wanting a family fallout on my hands "I'm sorry I don't want to be rude but I really just need to go. I think you're all amazing but I need to be away from all things Lando at the minute"

"We get it but please call if you need us. Lando might be my brother but I'm more than on your side Lucía" hugging Flo and Cisca once more I thank them before walking out to my car. I need to get away and back home where I belong.

The road back to Cheshire feels like it goes on forever, I keep the radio on as a distraction until Kelly Clarkson's Behind These Hazel Eyes starts to play and I lose it once again. I have to pull over onto the hard shoulder as I can't see through my tears. This man has broken me.

Eventually I'm able to start driving again and all I can think of is being back in my own bed hiding from the world. I haven't checked the results of qualifying, I don't want to know and I certainly don't want to watch the race. I feel bad knowing I'm not watching my dad but let's be honest Sky Sports show very little of him racing anyway. Pulling up at home I can see the light on and I know my mum will be waiting for me. I haven't told her I'm coming home early but I know my dad will have phoned to tell her. Walking into the living room the second I see my mum I burst into tears for what feels like the millionth time.

"It's okay baby. You're home" my mum says pulling me into her arms rubbing my back "cry as much as you want my girl. Your dad told me everything"

"Mum why did he do this?"

"I can't answer that for you but I can be here for you and rub your back as you cry. You're my daughter and you're my only concern" sitting with my mum on the couch I lay my head across her lap and cry as she strokes my hair "I'm sorry this happened Lucía. I was heartbroken for you when your papá phoned me"

"Mum I thought he was the one. It might have only been a few months but I saw a real future with him"

"It might not seem like it now but that could still happen. You're upset and angry right now but when you're ready talk to Lando"

"I want nothing more to do with him mum. I'm done with him. I don't think I can go back to him knowing he kissed her. I never once doubted whether I could trust him or not but now I won't be able to trust him at all" at this point I don't ever see myself with Lando again. He's ruined anything we could have had.

"Do what's best for you Lucía. I'm always on your side and I'm always fighting your corner"

"I love you mum. Thank you for everything" I say before I fall into an unsettle sleep on my mums knee. I'm exhausted and physically drained. I want to block the whole world out and isolate myself from everyone and everything.

• • •

Sorry this is a short chapter, I go to London for a few days in the morning and wanted to post before I go.

[vole-mon-amour]

2x09, part 1. (deep sigh. okay, I guess. here we go.)

what kind of Suicide Squad Joker nonsense is this? for just how long she arranger her hair to be like that?

and Silco was her strength and hope. my goodness.

yo, i'm sad. (i'm also mad about how they've butchered my babygirl.)

and Silco loved her SO much. the way she is.

listen, I didn't have HIGH hopes, but the fact that we didn't get a flashback to Silco braiding Jinx's hair before she just cuts it, trying to cut off Silco and let go of that grief and pain from his death? they truly decided to act as if Silco didn't have such a tremendous impact on her growth and character development.

but then again, if you throw all character development out of the window, I guess it's alright? or that's how I presume the writers think, anyway.

and there we go with shimmer again. :) for some reason it wasn't even discussed this season. where did it go? we have no idea. all those people that were depending on it for pain relief and purely for their addiction? nah, they don't know about any of those. never happened.

let's just ignore Silco ever existed, why don't we? ugh.

Maddie is a piece of shit. :) Ambessa is another thing entirely, truly. I am SO tired of her. what a wasted season. WHY did they feel the need to make it about Noxius. it wasn't supposed to be about that.

iiiiit's what you deserve :') what a shitty way to shoot someone, too. at least shoot then in the face instead of their back.

Jinx deserved fucking better than a 'redemption' arc to fight for Piltover after everything they've done to Zaun.

Mel's powers are really cool, I give them that. great character design and amazing abilities.

NOT MY GIRL!!! NOT SEVIKA!!! VIKTOR, STOP IT!!!

noooooo ;_____; first Silco, now Sevika, then fucking Jinx. they hate my fav characters. ;_;

u g h.

so we had to listen to Ambessa's nonsense the entire season, huh? coouldn't murder her at the beginning, hun?

so SIlco is TRULY forgotten this season, huh?

so you fucking UNDERSTAND now? do you? the way she watched Jinx crying on her knees in front of Silco. and now she's in this position where it hurts that much.

Silco...

this isn't fucking fair. Jinx deserved better. if only Silco could see them now. he'd hate this shit.

AND eventually Jinx still gets to kill herself. what the hell.

oh, screw this. i miss Silco. :(

i am SO glad Sevika is not only alive and okay, but also gets to make a real difference. it should've been Jinx, but at least Silco lived through Sevika, I guess.

oooh, this is very curious.

of COURSE Vi and Citlyn get to be happy together while Silco and Jinx are dead (even though we haven't seen Jinx's body, plus there are other universes). very dramatic and all but they deserved better.

and i'm VERY suspicious of that Jinx-like flashing at the very end.