#i was not expecting people to get so interested in him when i was writing the script for log 01 😭

[zafirreja111]

So, I've been trying to give this random Sans a meaningful backstory and personality for days, but my brain just wouldn't work and I couldn't think of anything interesting. Luckily, today I somehow had enough imagination to use this as an idea, and this rudimentary concept was born:

[!This information may change later!]

About The Random Sans:

Sans' personality is split into two parts for some reason. His silly self and his serious self. While his silly self is the one who usually controls his body (because it costs him less energy), his serious self can only come out when he uses his main magic. (When his eyes flash yellow and blue.) The necklace he wears around his neck blocks the half of himself that is not in control. If the necklace is not specifically near him, he cannot use his power and cannot switch with his other self. 

Origin: 

Sans has no Au or backstory, he just appeared in a forest. However, his confused state leads him to believe he has amnesia and no memory of his past, which is why he wanders through AUs hoping to find some clue to his non-existent past. 

About his two sides:

His silly side is the one that mainly controls the body. At that time, his necklace is blue and yellow, and his eyes are two white stars. He is clumsy and tells a lot of jokes, often getting himself into trouble for stupid decisions. 

He can only switch to his serious side when he uses his main magic. His necklace is black at that time, and his left eye flashes blue and yellow. He is quite, tries to get the best out of a situation, and sometimes overthinks things.

Rarely, but in certain cases, the two halves can merge.

Small information(?):

- He'll eat any stupid plant he finds delicious. Even the ones that are poisonous and he'll regret eating them later. He'll do it again.

- His orientation skills are sucks.

- His two halves can communicate with each other, but he doesn't do it much because he finds it weird. 

✧˖

That's all for now. I don't know how to write a character description, sorry. I know it might seem like a lazy idea and maybe more could have been done with this great character design, but my brain is still foggy right now and I like this idea so I thought I'd share it with this drawing. :>

Thank you so much everyone for all the feedback! ❤️ I'm happy so many people liked my Sans design fot my latest drawing. I honestly didn't expect everyone to like it so much, especially since there wasn't even a description at the time, but it was a pleasant surprise for me. 💕

Sorry if the English is sloppy. Unfortunately, Google Translate and my questionable English skills can only do so much at a time, but I hope it's still fairly clear and understandable, even if it's not perfect. 

(Also, check out my last reblog if you want, there's another story idea there that I didn't come up with but I really love. ;] )

[paucubarsisimp]

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can you write something for pedri based on this? or something similar?

loyal

pairing: pedri x reader

summary: in which a girl flirts with pedri but he's loyal and you know that

warnings: none!

a/n: i don't really know the context behind this video, so i kinda made it up! no hate to anyone ofc <33 this is completely fictional

it had been another long day for pedri. training in the morning, a few media commitments afterward, and then a promotional event for the club’s sponsor. you, on the other hand, were enjoying a rare moment of peace at home, scrolling through social media. you hadn’t expected your phone to blow up, but when you saw the notifications flooding in, you knew it was about the video from the event.

you tapped on the notification and opened the video. it showed pedri, a teammate, and a girl who you vaguely recognized as an influencer, all participating in some fun challenge. at first, it looked like harmless banter, just a group having fun. but as the video continued, you noticed something. the girl was getting a little too close to pedri, laughing a little too much at his jokes, and casually touching his arm as if she was trying to flirt.

you couldn’t help but frown slightly as you watched, but then you saw it — the moment that would have everyone talking. the girl, without much hesitation, tried to hold pedri’s hand.

pedri didn’t flinch or look uncomfortable. without missing a beat, he smoothly pulled his hand away, running it through his hair in the most nonchalant way possible. he didn’t even glance at her, just carried on with the challenge, focusing on the task at hand. it was almost like it didn’t even register to him. no awkwardness, no tension. just pure, effortless rejection.

a small smile tugged at your lips. you knew pedri was loyal, but it was nice seeing everyone else notice it too. the way he handled the situation, cool and collected, spoke volumes about his character. he wasn’t about drama or unnecessary attention — he was with you, and that was all that mattered.

as you continued watching the video, more moments popped up — edits made by fans, clips slowed down, zooming in on pedri’s hand as it smoothly moved away. some fans were even getting creative, making montages with text overlays, all joking about how pedri wasn’t here for anyone except you. it was obvious to everyone that he wasn’t interested in the girl’s advances, and they were loving it.

later that evening, when pedri came home, you were still scrolling through your phone. you heard the sound of his bag dropping to the floor by the door before his tired footsteps echoed down the hall. a moment later, he appeared at the doorway of the living room, rubbing his eyes.

“long day?” you asked, not looking up from your phone.

he sighed deeply, slumping into the couch next to you. “you saw it, huh?”

you glanced up at him, your lips curling into a teasing smile. “oh, i saw it. everyone saw it.” you motioned to your phone, where the video was still playing. “fans are losing their minds. they think you handled that so smoothly.”

pedri chuckled softly, rubbing the back of his neck. “i didn’t even notice what was happening. i was just… trying to focus on the challenge. she was a bit too touchy, and i just moved my hand. didn’t think much of it.”

you shook your head, smiling. “yeah, i know. but you were so smooth about it. just moved your hand, ran it through your hair, like it was no big deal. no hesitation.”

“wasn’t anything big,” he said, shrugging. “i don’t like being touched like that unless it’s you, you know? i didn’t think it was a big deal.”

you nodded, looking at him with a soft smile. “i know. it’s just… it was so effortless. like, you weren’t trying to make a scene or anything. you just did it, and that’s why i love you. you’re so natural, even when people try to test you.”

pedri looked at you, his eyes softening. “i don’t know why people make such a big deal out of it. i’m not interested in anyone else. it’s always been you.”

you leaned over, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “i know that. and honestly, it’s nice to see other people see it too. the way you just… rejected her without any drama, without making it weird. just so smooth. it’s like they all realized how loyal you are.”

he smiled, leaning back against the couch and pulling you closer. “i don’t care about all that attention. i care about you. you’re the only one that matters to me.”

you cuddled into his side, feeling the warmth of his words settle in your chest. “i know. and that’s why i’m proud of you. you didn’t let any of it bother you. you stayed calm, focused, and didn’t even let her get to you.”

pedri laughed softly, brushing your hair out of your face. “it’s easy when i’m with you. i don’t need anyone else. just you.”

you snuggled closer, resting your head on his shoulder. “i know. and i’m glad. it’s always been you, pedri.”

he squeezed you tighter, a soft sigh escaping his lips. “siempre será así. you’re my everything.”

you smiled, feeling completely content in that moment. you knew, beyond a doubt, that pedri’s loyalty wasn’t something that could ever be shaken. not by a girl, not by anyone. his heart was already yours, and that was all that mattered.

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Hi diva!!! This is my first time requesting like EVER, so I'm very nervous! Could you please write a Ringo Starr x reader where they go out at a cafe and reader is really self-conscious about eating in front of people? Thank you, and your writing is marvelous!! - ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ㅤ♡

𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒆

꒰ pairing ꒱ ringo starr x reader

꒰ contains ꒱ self conscious reader (about eating in public)

꒰ summary ꒱ you’re at a quiet café, trying not to panic over the menu... ringo notices, like he always does.

꒰ note ꒱ hii sweet angel!!! thank you for trusting me with your request (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡ i’m hugging this message so tight!!

It wasn’t a fancy place. In fact, it was the kind of tucked-away London café you’d only find if you already knew where to look. Half-hidden behind a bookstore, with a chalkboard sign always a little smudged by the rain. That was part of why you liked it. Cozy. Unassuming. Not the sort of place you’d expect to see a Beatle.

But there Ringo was, sat across from you at a two-top table by the window, hands around a warm teacup, eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled at something you’d just said.

It was all so easy with him. Easy when he was talking, laughing, telling stories with his full body like he always did. It made your stomach settle a bit.

Until the waitress came over with menus, and your shoulders tensed without meaning to.

Ringo noticed.

He always noticed.

“Anything you fancy?” he asked, looking down at the laminated menu, then back up at you.

You shrugged. “Still thinking.”

Truthfully, you hadn’t even read it. The sight of a menu always flipped a little switch in your brain, one that hummed with tension, with worry, with a sick sort of dread. You could feel your jaw tightening already, your shoulders crawling upward.

He didn’t push. Just nodded and turned his eyes back to his own menu.

That helped.

Sort of.

The table beside you clinked with the sound of plates and cutlery, someone loudly scraping a fork against ceramic. You swallowed.

You hated this.

You didn’t mind food... not really. You liked it, actually, when you were home. Alone. Or maybe with someone you trusted. But out here? In public? Every bite felt like a performance. Like someone was always watching. Like you were being quietly graded. Did you eat too fast? Too slow? Did your hands look weird when you cut something? What if something got stuck in your teeth?

You reached for your water and tried not to fidget.

Ringo, meanwhile, was tapping his fingers along the table edge, looking out the window. Not in a bored way, just comfortable. He always seemed so settled in his own skin. It made you ache, just a little.

He looked back at you and caught the way your hand twitched over the menu again.

“You alright, love?” he asked gently, lowering his voice a bit. “Don’t look very sure.”

You smiled, but it didn’t quite reach your eyes. “Yeah, I’m just… not that hungry, I guess.”

He nodded slowly, thoughtful. “Don’t have to eat if you don’t want,” he said, easy. “We can just sit here and nick the tea.”

You chuckled, grateful for the way he made it sound like no big deal.

But still, you wanted to say something. Just a little. Something honest. Not the whole truth, but maybe the edges of it.

“I get weird about eating around people sometimes,” you admitted, voice low, eyes on your glass.

You expected him to brush it off. Maybe a “Don’t be daft!” or “Who’s lookin’?” But he didn’t. He just blinked and leaned forward, the movement slow and patient.

“Yeah?” he said, like you’d just told him something interesting. Not something shameful.

You nodded, twisting the ring on your thumb. “I know it’s silly.”

“S’not silly if it’s real for you,” Ringo replied easily, and you felt something in your chest loosen at the words.

You met his eyes then, those kind, impossibly open eyes.

You gave him a tiny smile. “Thanks.”

He grinned, tipping his head. “Course. And hey, if you just wanna have a cuppa and take the piss outta the people walkin’ by, that’s a perfect lunch in my book.”

You laughed for real this time. “You do that often?”

“Every chance I get,” he said. “Though I’ve got better company today than usual.”

⸻

You ended up ordering a scone. Small, safe. Something you could pick at.

Ringo ordered two. “Just in case yours is no good,” he joked.

He didn’t watch you eat. Not once. Not like other people did. He kept talking instead, telling stories about a terrible pub gig the lads once had, or how he nearly tripped on the studio steps because of a loose shoelace. Every now and then he’d glance at your plate, not at your hands, not at your mouth, but the plate. Just casually. Like he was keeping an eye on it in case you needed rescuing.

When you finally took a small bite and didn’t flinch, he smiled softly.

You didn’t miss it.

“You’re good at this,” you murmured.

He paused mid-sip. “Good at what?”

“Being gentle.”

Ringo looked like he wasn’t used to hearing that. He rubbed the back of his neck and gave a small shrug. “I just try to be… you know. What I’d want. If I were in your shoes.”

“You ever been in mine?”

He smiled faintly, tapping his knuckles against his teacup. “Not with food. But… I know how it feels to be looked at too much. Like yer under a bloody microscope. Makes you wanna curl up like a snail in its shell, eh?”

You nodded. “Exactly that.”

“Then you’ve got me, love,” he said, matter-of-fact. “I’ll be your shell.”

It was such a silly, lovely sentence that it made your throat tighten a little.

You reached across the table, hesitated, and then let your hand rest against his for a moment. His fingers turned slightly, brushing against yours.

You didn’t need to say anything else.

⸻

You finished the scone.

Bit by bit. No rush. And he didn’t draw attention to it, not once.

When you stood to leave, he offered his coat even though it wasn’t that cold, just so you’d feel covered, tucked in.

And when you stepped back into the noise of the world, Ringo kept walking slow beside you.

As if to say: Take your time. I’ll be right here.

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[pancakeszs]

you over anything, always

♡pairing: iceskater!sunghoon x fem!reader

♡wc: 1.8k

♡contents: reader has a panic attack, fear of iceskating, guilt, fluff

♡synopsis: after multiple attempts of trying to get you to skate with him, you finally agree and step onto the rink with sunghoon despite your fear the of the ice. things go exactly as you expected and you're left hurt and embarassed.

♡a/n: not proofread! also my best friend requested this and i couldn't deny her. she always has the best ideas and i loved writing this! i hope you enjoy!

WRITTEN BY @pancakeszs (please do not copy, plagiarize, repost, translate, or edit)

you watched in awe as your boyfriend graced you with his beautiful ice skating skills. watching sunghoon on the ice always brought you peace. the way he spun and slid across the ice was so smooth and majestic. and the soft white glow from the rink made him look ethereal.

you didn’t mind at all, watching him skate from the sidelines. you had no interest in skating, in fact you were terrified of skating. no matter how hard sunghoon tried to convince you, you could never get the courage to lace up some ice skates and step onto the rink.

people would think you would be a natural at it, from how talented sunghoon was. but you knew if you ever tried you would look like a calf trying to stand up on its own legs for the first time, and not only was it the embarrassment that kept you from trying it. it was the fear of falling and hurting yourself, you had seen so many clips of skaters falling and injuring themselves, and you were too much of a chicken to even try.

suddenly you noticed sunghoon gliding towards you “it’s so lonely out here on the rink.” he sighed to himself, glancing sideways at you. you knew what he was implying, he always tried to convince you to get on the rink.

everytime you denied him you could feel the guilt naw at you. sunghoon was so passionate about skating, and you knew he would step out of his comfort zone for the things you enjoyed. even if sunghoon didn’t show it, you couldn’t help but feel like he was dissapointed by the fact you wouldn’t even try.

still, you couldn’t bring yourself to get onto the rink. just thing about it made a bit of anxiety bubble inside you. when sunghoon made it to the bleachers it brought you out of your own head.

you quickly remebered his words and sighed playfully, hiding your guilt. “i’m just over here, hoon. you don’t have to feel lonely.”

sunghoon leaned against the railing, “it’s still too far…i think you should come out onto the rink.” he raised his eyebrow at you, waiting for your response.

you looked into sunghoons eyes, each time he asked he had the same look in them. it was hope, hope that you would join him on the rink so he could share his passion with you.

you sighed and closed your eyes, your second biggest fear other than ice skating, was sunghoon getting tired of you. even after three years of dating, he was always patient with you, always asking for you to skate with him, but never pushing too far. that’s one of the things you loved about him, but at some point you knew he would find a girl who loved ice skating as much as him. and he would eventually choose her, the girl that can he can share his passions with, who won’t be too much of a coward to try.

“okay.” you say, opening your eyes to look at him.

his face morphs into something like excitment and shock. “actually?” he asks.

“yes..” you say, already regretting your descision.

he immediatley flew across the ice and off the rink to pull you into a hug. he squeezes you and you can practically feel the joy radiating off of him. for just a moment your worries melted away, but you knew it wouldn’t last for long.

sunghoon pulled away “let me get you some skates.” he quickly unlaced his own skates and ran to the locker room. you sat down on the bench, already feeling your chest tighten with anxiety. this will make him happy, it’ll be worth it. that’s what you kept repeating to yourself, trying to convince your brain that this was the right desicion.

you opened your eyes to see sunghoon walking towards you. he was grinning like a madman and knelt down before you “let me help you put them on.”

you smiled shyly “hoon, you don’t have to do that.”

“i want to, i know this is scary for you, but you’re doing this for me. it’s the least i can do.” he said as he slid off your shoes and helped you put on the skates.

you watch as his long fingers tied the laces together. he had a concentrated face on, double knotting them to make sure they were secure. “how do they feel? tight enough?” he asked, staring up at you.

you nodded “yes, thank you.”

he smiled at you and put his skates back on himself. he made quick work of it and when he was done he got up nd offered out his hand to you.

you took it and gripped onto the railing, while he slowly led you to the opening of the rink. finally you were at the opening, and sunghoon moved in front of you so he was on the ice.

“you got this, just one step.” he encouraged.

you smiled nervously and held your breath as you placed one foot on the rink. it felt slippery and you gasped gripping onto the railing tighter. you squeezed your eyes shut and sunghoon gently rubbed your hand.

“its okay, i won’t let you fall. just place your other foot onto the rink and it’ll be easier.”

cautiously you placed your other foot onto the rink and wobbled, almost sliding to the ground. fortunately sunghoon caught you just in time and helped you regain your balance.

“good job, now you just have to get used to feeling of moving on the ice.” you aprecciated sunghoons words but they went in one ear and out the other.

you couldn’t open your mouth to speak so you just gripped the railing and pushed yourself to slide farther down. you tried skating forwards but you felt off balance and squeezed your eyes shut.

“sunghoon i can’t do this.” you whimpered feeling like if you moved even an inch you would slide away and hurt yourself.

“y/n you can do this, trust me. i won’t let you get hurt.” sunghoon said confidently.

you trusted him, you really did. you just didn’t trust yourself.

“let go of the railing and hold my hands.” he instructed.

you took a deep breath and removed your other hand from the railing to grab onto his. the moment you let go of the railing a flood of anxiety hit your chest like a brick. in the few seconds where your hand wasnt holding onto anything you began to panic. you felt like you couldn’t breath, and your vision was getting blurry.

“sunghoon. sunghoon!” you repeated his name multiple times, reaching fro his hand and beginning to flail around in the midst of your panic.

you couldn’t see anything even though your eyes were open, your vision had gotten spotty and you were trying to reach for sunghoon but you couldn’t hear or see him.

you feel your eyes grow watery and you feel the tears roll down your cheeks. suddenly you feel a firm grip on your hand anchoring you to the moment. you were still crying but some of your panic had settled knowing sunghoon was holding you. still your chest ached from the heaviness that was weighing on you.

“i’m right here y/n. i’ve got you, you’re ok. i’m right here.” sunghoon was saying to you softly, repeating it like a chant.

your eyes were blurry with tears, but they were no longer spotted. you could see sunghoons figure infront of you. then you felt yourself being lifted up from the ground, you gasped in shock but then felt the warmth of sunghoon around you.

you wrapped your arms around his neck and hid your face in his shoulder, feeling a crash of embarassment come over you. there was no way you had just had a full meltdown over taking a few steps onto the ice rink, the thought of it just made you cry again.

sunghoon sat down on the bench and held you close to him. he could hear his heartbeat and you focused on it, using the stready rythm to calm you down. finally when you had calmed down you lifted your face from the crook of his neck. you stared into his eyes, trying to read his expression. you couldn’t tell what he was thinking, and that made you even more worried.

you let out a broken “i’m sorry.” and looked away from him, feeling dissapointed in yourself.

sunghoon immediately frowned and gently turned your face towards him. “look at me…you do not need to apolgize.”

you took a shaky breath “yes i do, i couldn’t even manage to take a few steps onto the rink before having a breakdown. i should’ve been stronger espeically when it came to something so important to you.”

sunghoon brushed a stray tear away with the pad of his thumb. “you were strong, you were so scared of the ice but you still had enough coruage to get on even for a few minutes just for me. you’re so brave, and if anything i should be the one apologizing. i shouldn’t have pressured you to go out on the rink with me, whenever you said no before i should’ve accepted it.”

you shook your head at him “you shouldn’t be apologzing either! this is something you’re passionate about, the least i could do was try to do this with you. i’ve been putting it off for too long…it was about time i tried. i didn’t want you getting tired of me.”

“what? tired of you? what do you mean.” sunghoon asked, caught off guard by your words.

you immediately regretted what you had said. “it’s nothing, i’m overreacting.” you tried to brush it off but sunghoon didn’t let you.

“if its something important to you, you’re not overreacting…tell me what you meant.”

you sighed deeply and looked away as you explained your worries. “i thought that if i kept denying you when you asked for me to skate with you, you’d get bored. i thought you’d realize that i’m not good enough for you, and you’d find someone else who could skate with you.”

“y/n…never. that would never happen. i could never get bored of you. if i had to choose your or skating it would be you withought a doubt. and i would never choose someone else over you, no matter how talented at skating they are. i love you for you, i love you for your fear of skating and how you try even if it terrifies you. i love for your laugh and how you encourage me in everything i do. if you never decided to step foot on a rink it would still be you who i choose every time. you are it for me y/n. nobody else. ever.”

sunghoons words melted away a piece of you that had been stuck to you ever since the first time he asked you to join him on the rink. you wrapped your arms around him and held him tightly. “thank you sunghoon, for understanding. i love you so much.” you say to him when you pull back.

he kisses both of your tear stained cheeks and then your puffy lips. “i love you too. no matter what.”

[macchiatosdumptruck]

Thoughts and analysis on how the female characters are written in Cobra Kai/the misogyny in the show overall?

Oooof, that's a big one lol.

It's so interesting to me because I feel like CK is two different shows. On one hand I actually kind of love how they wrote both Sam and Tory. They got to be messy teenagers, the same as the male cast. They get to be flawed and human.

I think it all goes back to Ali. In the movie Ali was strong and independent and didn't put up with Johnny (or Daniel's) bullshit. She was far from a passive character. She wasn't just the girl the boys were fighting for. When I first saw the show I was under the impression that she was the impetus behind Johnny and Daniel's "rivalry." That they were fighting over the girl they both loved and she was somehow in the middle passively.

She was not. Daniel and Johnny's issues are just classic bullying. Johnny doesn't need a reason to bully Daniel, because that's how bullies are. He uses Ali as a reason to take his anger and entitlement out on Daniel because that makes it seem more "fair."

Ali was never going to be interested in Johnny again. He was never going to "win" her. She made that clear. She was over him. He was harassing her. The recontextualization of all three of them being some sort of triangle instead of just two people wanting to date, with a random third butting in, was really a disservice to her character.

But that's the logic they show works by. It makes all of the aggression and fault seem mutual. And it's because giving Ali and Daniel some of the blame absolves Johnny of some of his. Ali is being treated as an object rather than a person. Even Johnny's obsession with her, while they try to make it seem genuinely sweet, comes off more as if he's emotionally stunted and clinging to the past.

So that's where we start with when it comes to how they write women. Then comes Amanda and she's great. She's smart and funny and beautiful and sassy. But she's also sort of used as a prop to further separate Daniel and Johnny's life experiences. Daniel has a hot wife. Johnny is single and doesn't talk to his ex. Etc.

Sam is an interesting character because she's believable. I feel like a lot of teen girls have gone through their "mean girl" phase. Although tbh, she was never really that mean. At worst she was complacent. She was raised loving karate, and to be strong and independent, and in her eyes she's rebelling by being more the cheerleader type. But s1 shows her realizing that her desire to fit in is misplaced. She's not actually happy.

I love how the show explores her anger. Her fear. Her courage.

"guys can fight and have it be no big deal, but when a girl does it we're crazy"

But then it subtly victim blames her by having the narrative reinforce that Tory assaulting her was somehow equivalent to Sam and Miguel's drunk kiss. Certain characters see it as it is, violent and tragic. Certain characters see it as only fair play. And ultimately it gets played down and turned into a "rivalry" similar to Johnny and Daniel's.

I think her arc is well handled. I think it shows her exploring her relationship with femininity, and the legacy of her father, well. She ultimately finds herself by embracing what she has in common with her father while also learning to accept their differences.

Also S1-2 has Aisha, who was SUCH a breath of fresh air as a female character. Especially for a teen. She was fat and a nerd (and don't tell me she and Sam didn't have a codependent gay thing going on) and was not treated as a punchline.

I love that moment when Miguel is hesitant to hit her because she's a girl, and his friend, and she takes No Mercy on Miguel and just drops him. Only for Johnny to be stunned at her level of badassery. I love how he didn't treat her any differently from her make counterparts.

and it came right after johnny said women have hollow bones. Lol

Which is obviously a silly joke. We, as the viewer, are expected to roll our eyes at that because we know it's ridiculous. And we can see Johnny start to unlearn the worst parts of his more conservative worldview.

So of course they got rid of her.

and Tory, Tory is just fascinating as a character. I don't think they knew what to do with her. She is introduced as a foil to Sam. Sam is more feminine (although saying Tory is "masculine" is quite a stretch), she is more soft, she comes from a well off family.

Tory is aggressive, poor, etc. she's the "bad girl" to Sam's "good girl."

She's angry and it's justifiable. She's flawed and it shows. She's empathetic.

(there's definitely something strange to say about how the writers have written her dealing with creepy male aggression multiple times to contrast her with Sam's "virtue" or whatever but that's an entire subtopic)

I think she's a great character. But people seem to think her past excuses her more violent behavior rather than explains it. It takes forever for her to genuinely say sorry. And I think that's not a flaw on her as a character, but shows how the writers view her actions as more justified, the same way they view Johnny's.

She at least got to realize her fault though, and work through that. I really like her and Robby actually. I think that Peyton is a great actress and really gives her depth. Her and Robbie's ending was bullshit.

Kumiko wasn't done too dirty by the writers. But I do wish she had more of an impact other than just being Daniel's lost love. The Okinawa subplot is more about Daniel and Chozen's progress rather than her own. She's sort of stagnant. She never moved on from Daniel. I love her, and I love her and Daniel and I think their joint scenes are some of the most beautiful in the entire show, but I think they kind of flattened her from the tomato throwing spit fire she was in the movie.

BUT ACTUALLY IM BIG MAD ABOUT HOW THEY NEVER EVEN BOTHERED TO GIVE HER A LAST NAME. (In the same season where they give literal war criminals empathetic back stories. Ang again. I love those war criminals. )

The worst by far is Carmen. R. I.P.

At first I did like her with Johnny in a sort of "opposites attract" kind of way. Because she DIDN'T just let him get away with his bullshit. She called him out on it. And she was one of the reasons for Johnny's (temporary) character development. She sees him as he is. A mess. But not a bad person.

I love how their relationship helps Johnny to (temporarily) work on getting his drinking more under control. And as a recovered alcoholic from a long family history of it, I thought that subplot was very accurately and empathetically written.

She was a character who was written around the men in her life, but she at least wasn't a doormat. Then the writers paired her up with Johnny for real and she just lost all of her personality? Suddenly he can get away with whatever? Suddenly she's just fine having a baby with an unemployed alcoholic?

I don't have much of an opinion on Yas and moon tbh. Moon is cute, while obviously meaning to be a bit of a stereotype. But I don't mind that much.

Yas I'm unsure on. I loved to hate her. She was the classic mean girl. And it did feel kinda good to see her having to deal with the consequences of her actions (Aisha being fed up with it finally and hitting back)

But I don't really buy that it would suddenly fix her from her bullying mentality. And I think it would've been great to see her struggle with trying to be a better person. Because being a good person is hard sometimes. She's not gonna pull a 180, and she didn't exactly. But we don't get to see her come to terms with the consequences of her bad behavior, and we don't get to see her actually understand wanting to be a better person.

I actually do think that Dimitri and Yas are cute in the "opposites attract" kinda way but I do NOT like how they used the nerd getting the hot girl as recompense. Like. Of course the nerd got the hot girl who used to be mean to him. Because that's what he deserves. She deserved to get humiliated and taken down a level while he claimed her as a prize.

Obviously it's not meant to be That Deep, but I feel like there was the opportunity for a very cute opposites attract type of romance and they just phoned it in because they think of women and girls as objects for men to win.

Ultimately it's so confusing tbh because it's like monkeys at a typewriter. Sometimes they come up with great shit. And we love to see it. But then it doesn't go very far. And we get to see through their overall treatment of women how they actually see women.

I genuinely did not plan on writing all of this but I started thinking and didn't stop and now it's probably a mess. ✌️

EDIT: I entirely forgot about Devon and Shannon but lemme just say that it is very telling that Shannon is essentially Johnny but a woman, (and tried harder to be a parent for Robby )and look at how they treated her

[natalicss]

g-dragon x american popstar!reader headcanons: met gala edition

nat’s notes: i wanted to actually write this but for some reason i cannot get myself to write ANYTHING rn other than my tvd fic on wattpad SOOOO we’re getting this heading version of what i imagine went down when american popstar!reader attended the met gala, you’re welcome

• jiyong seems to not have any real interest in the met gala, having been invited over the years. he doesn’t stop you from going, though!! he knows it’s a big deal, he knows you have plenty of friends and peers going, and he’s excited to see your look.

• you’re stunning, ofc. the outfit designed specifically to your body, tailored to every curve and every movement you could make. you didn’t let jiyong see it ahead of time, though, wanting him to see it in its glory on the carpet.

• it’s not often jiyong gets feral in the way his gen z girlfriend does, but THIS IS ONE OF THISE TIMES. the worst part? he can’t even TELL YOU because you’re too busy waltzing around in the most beautiful outfit you’ve ever worn. he thinks he’s gonna die.

• the media matches his energy. your look instantly going viral, critics and stan’s alike raving over how extravagant you look. you’re easily one of the best dressed of the night.

• he’s scrolling on ig, liking just about every post he sees about you. BIGBANG fans are mocking him and his simp behavior, shippers are in aw of how much he clearly loves you. your fans are also mocking him. like get a grip (but they get it)

• you’re posing with SO many stars. rihanna, colman domingo, zendaya, sabrina carpenter, you’re having the time of your life!! you’re reuniting with friends in the industry who you don’t get to see all that often. while this event IS for work, you don’t mind taking the chance and using it as your social hour.

• and then photos of you and SEVENTEEN’s leader s.coups are suddenly uploaded, and it seems like the entire internet explodes.

• you were excited to meet him, going out of your way to introduce yourself. s.coups recognized you, as well, and heard nice things about you from booseoksoon. he’s relieved to have someone else there that is familiar with him and speaks korean (although you’re still very new at it and struggle, so you two speak a lot of broken korean & english to each other). you go out of your way to make sure he feels welcomed, comfortable, and overall has a good night.

•the photos. THE PHOTOS!!!!

• two of the best dressed of the night. the well-known fact you’re a fan of SEVENTEEN. the photos of you two talking, smiling, laughing, then posing in the sexiest duo photo that may ever exist. carats are screaming, crying, throwing up, cheering. your fans are freaking out, celebrating, it’s a damn party on twitter timelines.

•jiyong is highly amused watching the entire thing.

• there are obviously some people crossing lines. some “fans” of s.coups trying to attack you for simply existing near him. some “fans” of yours saying cruel things about him. even some “fans” of jiyongs hating both of you for interacting.

• jiyong is unbothered. probably more entertained than anything. he knows how you are. once you’ve started drinking (which you almost always have a glass of something before a carpet), you are a social butterfly through and through. he expects nothing less from you.

• and when you get back to the hotel, you call him immediately to rave about how you met another member of seventeen. your fan girl energy that was rarely seen fully on display. jiyong can’t help but adore it, even if it was for another kpop idol.

• he’s suddenly thinking about taking you to future award shows with him to see how you’d react in that scene.

[that-smallinjured-bowylamb]

@water-blue Continuation for

🪽Heart of compassion, loyalty🪽

Gender Neutral

Summary: You are Loud and boisterous, yet you are kind, caring and incredibly loyal. Sometimes you say things as a slip-up, but you've always apologized first, you were even willing to help those even if they're cruel, you were forgiving, willing to understand others, and even stand your ground if things were too much for you. Don't worry, no one is going to take your heart of gold for granted.

Characters: Malleus Draconia, Idia Shroud

Genre: platonic or Romantic nothing rlly matters

Warning ⚠️: Spoilers for book 6 and 7 (I think I should keep it vague), Slight angst, lots of emotional talk (if you see me getting emotional in these writes and kinda relating to them, no tf you did not), Idia screeches higher than a girl's whenever he sees you, mentions of social anxiety, isolation, fear of loss, fear of connection, and blah, blah, blah, depression, Idia is secretly my kinnie (but shh), Malleus is my son-in-law (<- his father wish he could kiss me/j), idk what else to add here, OOC(?), idk I'm projecting in here if you don't mind, maybe cussy(?), use of "you."

Note: This took so long for me but it's okay I had fun !!! Honestly, Idia hits me a bit more harder than Mal's (bc I ain't fae) but tbh both r so real :( !!!!

Idia Shroud

Before overblot:

•When he first saw you in the ceremony, he kinda crashed-out (You remind him of Ortho in a way) but, never lingered on it for too long. He always thought you brought trouble whenever and that scares the shit out of him.

•So when the time he had heard your first encounter with an overblot, he was interested. How can someone like you manage to defeat an overblot? But, he couldn't help but feel... intimidated. It's like you're emotionally strong, not in a "I'm emotionless and you can't hurt me" way, more like "I can express my feelings, better than being emotionally constipated" way. So, naturally, he'll avoid you as well.

•But one by one, the number of overblots this year had increase abnormally in school campus, and as a Shroud, he needed to do research. And, decided it was a great idea to kidnap them without warning. What he did not expect, was that you would come along too.

•No, no, no, no, nonononononononono- Stop it. Don't. You're doing the same thing you've done to the rest of them. No, you remind him of someone. Someone long ago, someone he cares- deeply cares- for. Just...Why? Why do you act like him? Sound like him? This- he thought he escaped it.

•This wasn't meant to happen, none of it is. Why are you here? Why do you remind him, he can't do anything? WHY does he feel useless? Whatever went wrong?? He just wanted a place- a place where he and his brother could belong, where, he and Ortho could belong- but, you had to take it away- why? There was no point, no point in staying alive if you die in the end. He was afraid of these people- afraid they'd judge him for the way he speaks, the way he talks about his interests, and the way he exists in life. He's scared of reaching out, he hates getting attached, he hated it when he couldn't talk to others from years of isolation. Damn it, damn it, damn it!- "You'll learn to let go of the past, Idia. Your brother will be much happier if you at least think for yourself." No, no. Your dragging him, aren't you?- that's... if thats..

•If that's his brother wants, would he be disappointed in seeing his older brother like this? Believing in someone whose life already departed? Still clinging to the painful memory because it was the last memory his precious one was in it?

•He was scared. Scared to make connections with people who will one day leave him, forget him. Scared by the judgemental eyes of the public, Scared because of the people he thinks are better than him. But, if you really think he can still get the chance to heal, not instantly but surely. Then, he'll try to reach out to you.

After overblot:

•Everything had gone back to normal, like how it always goes. There's peace, unraveling chaos, and then peace again. You, who were ever so helpful and bright like a certain person from school *looks at Kalim* it rlly scares him yk? So- like- whenever, he sees you...?

•He fucking screeches and bolts off. Man's terrified of extroverts /j but srsly, it's scary when you know the right words to alleviate his feelings, wdym he's not trash and he's just defining himself in a false perception??? Man, you terrify him. But, it's okay. You saved him anyway... but he never thought he'd deserve it, though...

•Little by little, he goes outside whenever you asked (and the help of a sentient robo, Ortho!!! :D) and although he can't, exactly communicate with them properly without sounding like a geek, he does have you for help.

•You one time had a slip-up, but made up for it, he had to sulk for a week (month).

•Like that one meme between the friendship of an introvert and an extrovert :3 !!! Your company is nice... even if one day you'll have to leave and forget him too... but as you say, "leaving is always a part of life."

•Yeah, your WAYYY mature than him, damn.

•He likes inviting you over to play games, even at first he'd sound nervous, but eventually? He gets (kinda) used to it. It felt nice, having someone to talk about your interests with, how his friend makes life a bit more aspiring than he would've expected to be, a friend that cared for others with a deep sense of loyalty, and being considerate enough to try to understand your burdens...

•Yeah, it feels nice, like REAL nice. Not in a weird way, just more of a...Comfort space? Ah, well, it's going to be much more harder for him to open up his bottled feelings, but he's getting to it.

Malleus Draconia

Before overblot:

•He always wondered in isolated places, and admiring the gargoyles that surrounded the architecture, he never thought that someone would spot him, like you. You were an interesting child of man, you're magicless, with no documentation, nor a cent to your name. You were a mystery. And yet, despite having nothing to your being, you weren't afraid of him, like the rest. When he had first met you, before the spell drive incident, he thought you'd be scared upon seeing him.

•But no, you didn't run away, in fact, you had the gall to ask the prince of the night, who he was and what he was doing here. It was a fond memory he couldn't have simply gotten rid of. But, the day you found out his true identity? You've stayed, despite his status finally being known. He finally made a friend, now he couldn't just merely shrug you off, after all. You were his first, and he wouldn't trade that for anything. (<-not like wouldn't have everything already)

•So, imagine to his surprise you'd ask, "Do you wander in isolated places hoping someone would search for you? Not for reason, but for you?" He paused and thought about it thoroughly. He could tell that you knew he was lonely, he hadn't had any friends during childhood due to his power and status as heir. And the only heir at that. So, most of the time, he was lonely and had no one to play with. He didn't know what it felt like to have a normal childhood, only isolation (hmm, something similar?), and studies to be heir.

•Imagine his surprise now that you've told him, "I think I found the way back to my home." [<- slip-up :>] You, had done it? Did you find a way back home? After he told you his background, the loneliness, yearning for the feeling of warmth from a father or a mother, the isolation caused by his power and name alone, all that, just for you to tell him you had a way back home? Where he can't reach you? Where the only person he truly had a connection with, not because his status wielded power, not from his name and his connections in the royalty, but from a person who genuinely cared about him and his hobbies, only to be left behind once more? It didn't help when Lilia was going to leave as well, his most precious mentor (father), he had enough of his people leaving him. He didn't like the fact he could outlive humans, he didn't like the fact he could outlive Lilia, his Lilia. He wanted to call Lilia his father when his biological one wasn't there, and yet Lilia refused him. But, Silver gets to call him, "father"? Why? Is it because he was born differently? Why couldn't he have the same treatment as him? Wouldn't he outlive Silver? Why? Or, is it because he's a prince? Did his status ruined everything? Was it his fault for being born in royalty? He wanted what Silver had, although he did get the same treatment from Lilia, it wasn't the same. The way he watched Lilia grab onto Silved and hold him up like his actual offspring, when Silver cried and he was there, singing and reading a bedtime story, when Silver would say his first words, "papa! Papa!" Lilia smiled, When Silver learned how to walk Lilia congratulated him, Silver would call him 'dad' and Lilia would reply back, no refusal, no rejection. When Malleus was born, Lilia cried tears of joy, that he was alive, not his son. The way that Lilia had been visiting him, raising him at any chance he could, not because he was his son, but because he was important to the Draconia bloodline. When he called him 'father', he didn't like it. Why? Now that he had gotten the equivalent treatment he always yearned for, he wanted more. But, as soon as they were going to leave? He was scared. You were going to find a way back home, Lilia was retiring. He wanted none of that.

•None, of it, he was scared to let go, he didn't want to lose anyone, anyone but the both of you. The one that had made the most impact in life, not only you two, but Silver and Sebek. He can outlive both, and you. He's scared. He couldn't accept this outcome, he wouldn't- "But you'll need to, losing hurts, but there is no other outcome than misery on both ends if you force it."

•He's sorry, so, so, sorry. He had an accident. He didn't mean to. It wasn't his intention. He's sorry, he didn't mean to hurt anyone, let alone kill.

After overblot:

•Everything was fixed, he's alive, dw. You've apologized, and that's all for the amends. He learned his lesson, it was over. Now, he shouldn't do it again. Lilia scolds him for making him worry sick, even after what Malleus did.

•Let's enjoy the fact everyone is here, we'll and alive. No one is hurt (kinda), and no one is asleep in the curse (yay!).

•After the entire calamity that erupted, everyone was fine. A little shaken, but they were all recovering. Not much to say since you were there, helping each and every one of them, especially Malleus. He was grateful for your loyalty and kindness despite being boisterous and flashy, with a grin. Although the next lesson is to learn how to let go, he'll need to go through that the hard way. But, let's not focus on the future.

•He liked going on strolls with you, back to the same routine, and eating ice cream! (Yum), he liked it when you defended him and yourself when things went awry. Nothing about you is displeasing to him at all.

•Let's talk about the 18th century gargoyles from- *Picture of you and Malleus just rambling about his interests again, and you sit and listen to him rant.*

•Yes, this is how it's supposed to go... he wishes it could stay like this forever.

The End.

[fandoms-in-law]

Best Beta Bros

Summary: Steve was happy not knowing how the people around him classed and never sharing his own beta classification. The Russians don't care and demand to know how two betas broke in alongside demands to know who Steve works for. At least he comes out of that with his coworker as a new best friend.

Author's Note: I think this came about because a month or so back Lance @fairysteve was asking what the most interesting ABO class? gender? I never know what to call those things is. It also came about cause 'Queer as Folklore' mentions the philosophers thing in the last section and I had thoughts for Robin to say. Plus writing friendships is the best.

~

It isn’t polite to ask or comment on the classifications of those around you. Most people would only be intentionally told whether their closest friends were alpha, beta or omega in their lifetimes, but that didn’t stop every job, official form and survey from asking for the information.

Steve found it intrusive, and decidedly stated he preferred not to say at all times when it was an option. Nobody needed to know he was a beta and he didn’t need to know what anyone else was either, especially considering his parents practically forbid him from mentioning it as soon as they knew.

All that to say that when he started working with Robin, despite his attempts to flirt and the occasional comment from old teammates from school, neither of their secondary classifications had come up. She might have made comments about the kids being extremely attached to him, but even they didn’t know for certain, except for Dustin.

If he’d had his way, that was how it would have stayed between Steve and Robin, even as she got dragged into the Upside Down mess and captured by Russians with him.

~

“What are two betas doing as spies?” One of his torturers demanded, growling enough there could be no doubt he was an alpha.

Steve glared back, “We’re not spies. We’re Scoops Ahoy employees.” He expected the punch, more focused on trying to listen for anything from Robin. She wasn’t in the room and he didn’t know if she was getting the same treatment as him or not.

The general standing further back spoke coldly, “Normally it’s alphas trying to sabotage us. What were you doing?”

“Looking for the way out! We’re high-school kids not spies.” He exclaimed, but knew that wouldn’t be accepted as more punches came.

“Who do you work for, little beta?” Was spat in his face.

“Scoops Ahoy!” Steve hadn’t heard anything from Robin yet and now doubted he would from the punch to his head causing his ears to ring. He could only hope she wasn’t getting beat up too. And that she wouldn’t mind they’d told him she was a beta.

~

It was worse being back to back with Robin, because now Steve knew that she would get targetted too, even if she hadn’t been hurt while he was.

“The doctor has medicine to help you.” Steve wanted to laugh, wanted to say that should never be an intimidating line, but all he felt then was fear.

“Robin, Robin, are you okay? They – they didn’t hurt you, did they?”

Her head shook against the back of his, “No, didn’t do anything until I was thrown in here and tied to you. I’m so glad you weren’t dead. What do they want?”

“They think we’re spies. Kept asking who we work for. I don’t know.” Steve mumbled, falling silent as the door opened again.

Time moved too quickly for him to keep track of for a while after that, it might have been because of the drugs they were injected with, or the concussion they were certain he’d got since he’d been knocked unconscious for a while.

It felt like it only slowed back to being comprehensible on the bathroom of the mall, as Robin spoke about having a crush on Tammy Thompson and the first thing he thought of to say to comfort her was, “We can be best beta bros with crushes on people who refuse to actually see who we are.”

She’d laughed at that, “Guess the Russians knew and didn’t like that we don’t fit their expectations of spies, right?”

“Yeah, sucks to be them.” Steve agreed, “Besides, gotta say, Tammy Thompson is a total dud.”

Singing badly with Robin, even with the horrible situation they were stuck in made it feel like things might just end up okay somehow.

~

“So you’re dating Robin now?” Dustin asked expectantly. He’d insisted on keeping Steve company through the hospital visit anyone with visible injuries was being forced through and seemed set on distracting them both from everything that had happened with the most annoying subject.

“Nope. We’re BBB’s.” Steve muttered, closing his eyes in the hopes he could tune the kid out for a while.

He got poked in his side for the trouble. “No sleeping so keep replying to me.” Dustin insisted, “And what does BBB mean?”

“Stuff.”

“I’ll figure it out. You tell me when I get it right.” The response was predictable for the kid who always wanted to be the smartest and hated not knowing something. Steve could cope with listening to that and responding for a while.

~

Steve had long since learnt that nothing biological tells people anything about who a person actually is. Women were not meant to be mothers and omegas were not placid caring people; He’d never felt that the stereotypes of betas being babysitters fit him until Dustin decided to be his friend, whatever obstacles Steve tried to put in place when they weren’t in life threatening situations, and there had been a few attempts at that.

The kid had a bike and would cycle around to insist on getting a lift somewhere even if it would have been easier to just cycle there from the start. More than that he’d got his mother involved in it too, getting her to invite Steve to dinners and anything else he could imagine a justification for.

It gave Steve experience in someone deciding to genuinely be his friend instead of be someone who hung out with him. It also prepared him for when Robin decided to do essentially the same thing, although she did get his permission to tell her parents they were friends, or lie about them dating since that could have been awkward if she hadn’t.

What it didn’t do was give Robin any expectation of Dustin adopting her to a smaller degree and doing everything he could to encourage both of them to do more than work at Family Video for their lives.

“Look at this! I thought it might give you some ideas of what you could be doing, or studying for.” Dustin placed the calendar on the counter of the shop, smiling brightly in expectancy of thanks.

With a groan, Steve flicked through the pages, “We don’t need a ‘Notable Betas of the Day’ calendar, Henderson. The one Family Video puts up is enough.”

“Come on Steve, don’t you want to be the doctor who saves lives?” Dustin protested, “And Robin, surely you want to become a linguist to beat out this one?”

“Kid, you are not lecturing us on this. We do what we want on our lives and surprisingly enough you don’t know everything we do.” Robin barely glanced at the calendar before replying.

Dustin huffed at them, “But you need to beat the stereotypes. You beat the Russians so some pesky societal stigma should be nothing.”

“And you need to head home.” Steve cut the oncoming lecture off. “I know your mom was making a nice dinner for you two tonight because she invited me and said I could have the leftovers when I mentioned having a shift.”

With a look at the clock, Dustin was hurrying out, cursing and calling out goodbyes as he went.

Robin and Steve shared a chuckle at it, only now actually looking at the calendar. “Take turns to tear the pages off until we get to today?” Robin suggested.

“Make three piles. One of people I’d like the achievements of, one for you and one for people we don’t think deserve to be on the calendar?” Steve agreed, grinning back.

Even if they didn’t want Dustin pushing his views of their lives on them, they could take any gifts happily and make them a game.

~

Sometimes, Steve wondered if society could be improved just by letting Robin broadcast her complaints and rants to everyone. He thought that was what the old philosophers used to do and they’re remembered even today over it.

Including inspiring one of Robin’s rants last week and apparently another today, given her first words since clocking in after rushing to work from school were, “Why are philosophers all wrong? All those Greeks were saying the third sex would be the best, get the important jobs because they’d be the most rational and less motivated by sex but instead we get this.” She gestured broadly around them, at the customers ignoring them and the people passing outside.

“Being treated like we can’t do what we obviously have done?” Steve asked, trying to figure out what she meant.

“No!” She protested, “Looked over for dates and told to just babysit.”

Steve pouted for a minute because that had been something said to him a few weeks before when a girl who had seemed to be flirting with him apparently stepped close enough to figure out he was a beta. He sighed, looking at his friend and wondering if something similar had happened to her at school that day or not. He wouldn’t get an answer until the rant was done though so instead he said, “Weren’t you saying last week that some philosopher started that idea about us being babysitters?”

“They were obviously wrong and knew nothing.” She scoffed, “The whole thing didn’t develop for centuries if not millennia later and scientists still can’t agree if it’s evolutionary relevant or a side effect of some grain we eat now.”

“Wait,” He paused, thinking and moving to look through the days torn off the calendar Dustin had brought, “First US President was a beta. We started off with that philosopher being right, whomever they were.” He held up a page for some current politician who was apparently the current highest beta political figure and had the note about the original president as a fun fact beneath their description.

Robin groaned, snatching it away from him. “We put that in the not deserving to be mentioned pile for a reason Steven. And there’s plenty wrong with the original president’s views that he doesn’t deserve a mention either.”

“Fine. How has society failed to work to the philosopher you learnt about today?” He let his argument go, and settled back to listen to her complaints while fielding the customers that approached. Thankfully very few did so Robin never needed to put her ranting aside to work more than loading and emptying the videos needing rewound.

At the end of the day, Steve still didn’t care who was alpha, beta or omega, but he was very thankful to have Robin with him now, able to understand the annoyances of being a beta in their world.

[summercourtship]

striking a match (jonathan's pov)

to celebrate the two year anniversary of Stay to Burn (Only to Drown Instead), have Jonathan and the Reader's first meeting from his perspective (a flashback from chapter ten).

Thank you all so much for the love and support you have shown this fic from the beginning. This is the last thing I will write for this fic, and I'm so happy to have been able to share it with you all! <3

word count: 1482 | warnings: mentions of fear play, allusions to stalking/unhealthy behavior, sexual allusions

read on ao3 | stay to burn masterpost

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He doesn’t remember the first time he saw her, but he remembers the first time he noticed her. Truly noticed her, not the half-second shift in his attention that happened when she was turning in an assignment or affirming her attendance with a raised hand. 

Jonathan had been lecturing, a half-rhetorical question hanging in the air. In classes like Introduction to Psychology, classes that were taken by nervous freshmen and uncaring upperclassmen who needed an elective, it was practically an uphill battle to get any interaction from the class. Nothing like the upper level classes where people were practically tripping over themselves to earn his praise, hoping that they would impart enough of an impression to use him as a reference in their future endeavors. No, in this lower level class that he had been forced into teaching during the winter semester, no one really wanted anything but the three hours of course credit.

He held back a sigh when no one moved to answer his question, disappointed but not surprised. 

But then her hand shakily extended into the air. He stopped halfway through his sentence, eyebrows raised in acknowledgement as he nodded towards her. Her voice wavered slightly as she started speaking but it quickly steadied, becoming more confident as she delivered a concise answer to his question that proved she hadn’t just been paying attention to his lectures but had also been doing all of the readings he had assigned, even the ones he had expected everyone to ignore. 

When she was finished, her voice trailing off as she lost her confidence, he blinked once before nodding. 

“Good.” He was genuine in his compliments and noted with a hint of satisfaction how her lips parted slightly at the praise. Interesting. He filed that information away in his mind, to be utilized later if needed. 

During the rest of the lecture, he found his gaze returning to her. She was often looking at her notes, scribbling furiously to keep up with his fast paced lecture style. But a few times, he managed to catch her eye and held the contact for a few seconds. She was always the first to break, looking back at her notes. 

She came up to see him at the end of class that day. No one ever came to speak with him at the end of class. 

Jonathan looked up at her when he noticed her in his periphery, his gaze flitting between her face and the way she clutched the quiz he had handed back in her hand like it was her only lifeline. She clearly wasn’t here to talk about it, her grade had been pretty good. No notes from him, good or bad.

She swallowed, nervous.  

Her anxiety was palpable in the air between them. Delicious. 

“Hi, I just wanted to introduce myself, um, I know it’s a bit late in the class to be doing that because people typically do it like, the first day, but I just wanted to let you know that I really appreciate the class and it’s been giving me some piece of mind knowing that everything in my head is just�� im, in my head.” She trailed off, cringing slightly at her rambling. It was clear that she hadn’t actually thought about what to say.  

Not wanting her to run away, he smiled as warmly as he could. It seemed to relax her slightly, her shoulders dropping a centimeter from where they had been practically pressed against her ears. 

“I’m glad to be of help,” he said. He fully expected her to leave then, content with his acknowledgment. But she continued, surprising him again. Not many people can surprise him. 

“The events at Gotham Square Garden just really… um, pardon my language, fucked me up.” She gestured to her head, laughing slightly. But he could see past her carefully constructed ease into the truth of the matter: she was desperate for connection, and desperate for someone to tell her it was going to be okay. 

Well, he could provide one of those things in his own way. 

“Were you there?” He looked down at this folio, both because he knew she probably didn’t want to be stared at and to not give her the wrong idea that he was staring at her, judging her. She wanted someone to listen to her, not judge her. 

He could be that person.  

“Sadly.” But she didn’t elaborate more than that, perhaps feeling like she had talked too much already, which in turn only increased his own desperation to know more about what was happening in her head. 

Interesting. Despite the voice in his head telling him to not bother, he could feel himself slowly becoming more and more intrigued by the disheveled girl in front of him. She was no longer just a student to him, but a curiosity. 

“Anyway, thanks again. I look forward to the last little, um, bit of class.” 

He watched her turn, before calling her name before he could stop himself. It was against both of their best interests to make this anything more than a conversation after class between a student and their professor. 

“Why, exactly, are you taking this class?”

“...Did I do something wrong?” He almost groaned from the way he could hear her quickened breath at his question. Would it always be this easy to get a reaction from her? Could he desensitize her to the smaller stressors in life and see how she really reacted when something terrifying happened? (The thought of her, in Gotham Square Garden, panicking, was almost enough to force him to sit down to hide his slowly growing arousal. He quickly banished the thought.) 

“Answer the question.” He looked up at her, immediately noticing how her breath stuttered when their eyes met. She reacted so well, doing everything he would want from her. 

“I wanted something to do over break. It sounded… interesting.” She was lying. While Jonathan may not be too great at actually communicating with people (this conversation was just evidence of that, considering how he was only a few sentences into it and he was already imagining her begging on her knees), he knew how to read them. And the hesitation as she spoke told him that she was making up a reason as she talked. 

It wouldn’t take a detective to figure out why she had taken the class after everything she had said about Gotham Square Garden. It was an attempt to figure out what was going on in her own mind after a uniquely traumatizing event. That, combined with her obvious desperation for conversation and connection, told him enough about her current mental state.

She had no one and she was suffering. It was like she had been gift wrapped and placed on his desk, like she had been made just for him.

“The introductory classes are hardly interesting.” He smiled like he was letting her in on an inside joke. “If you wanted something interesting, take a look at some of the classes being offered next semester.” 

She blinked, once, like she was surprised.

“Oh! Okay. Yeah.” 

Then, because he was afraid he was going to say too much if she stayed for longer, he dismissed her with a wave. She turned and practically ran out of the lecture hall. 

Quickly, he turned back to his papers, slipping them into his bag and following her path out of the room. If anyone had asked him why it seemed like he was rushing, he would just say he had a meeting to get to, not that he watched to catch another glimpse of her as she walked away. He watched as she disappeared in the crowd down the hallway, resisting the urge to continue following her. 

Jonathan was sorely disappointed when the spring semester rolled around and she wasn’t in his class. Part of him knew it was a good thing-- he had much more important things to do than fixate on a random student. But he replayed that first meeting in his head many times, the way that her anxiety had been so evident on her face enough to fuel nights of fantasies. She was beautiful when she was afraid.  

Because what is anxiety if not a low simmering constant source of fear? But oh, how he longed to see more than just petty anxiety from her. He wanted to see true, genuine fear on her face. He wanted to know if she would freeze, or try to run away, or even fight it; if she would cry or scream in the face of something truly terrifying. He wanted to see her lip tremble, her limbs shake, her eyes filled with a desperate need to escape.  

And when she walked into his classroom in the fall, he decided he wasn’t going to let her get away from him again. 

[egophiliac]

Final manifestations for Book 7?

I'm trying REALLY hard not to build up any solid expectations, because I wanna go in ~fresh~! they're already so far away from anything I thought would happen (not in a bad way, I'm just accepting that I'm on Miss Yana's Wild Ride at this point and we're seeing this thing through 'til the end, by gum). so it's nothing too major, but:

they've been handing new crying expressions out like candy lately, I want to see some delicious Malleus tears.

honestly I want everyone to cry buckets. their tears sustain me. the more Silver angst specifically I get the happier I am.

SILVER!!!! 👏 VANROUGE!!!! 👏

just let him have this. the poor boy's been through so much. let him have his big "I'm proud of you, son" moment with Lilia.

I'm 100% expecting Grim's arc (and probably whatever's going on with Crowley) to be its own episode, but a nice hook to leave us hanging on would be good!

a nice hook though, please, I don't think I can take another "Grim is attacking us! now wait eight months to find out what happens :)" cliffhanger...

some Meleanor? as a treat? just a little bit, a tiny quick flashback or something, please Twst I just, I just want to see her again. let her have a little ghost cameo like Dawnathan Knight got. Lilia and his kids are all having their big group hug or whatever and she can gently fade in to be all like

(turning asks off until I'm done playing, SEE YOU ON THE OTHER SIDE Y'ALL)

[mythalism]

genuinely curious how the writers and larger dragon age audience would treat thom rainier if instead of being appropriately* repentant and putting himself in prison he blew up a major orlesian government building to instigate a chevalier rebellion or tried to have someone do some necromantic blood magic ritual involving uncertain danger and possible sacrifices to bring the innocent children he ordered killed back to life

[kleinv01]

OKAY i will give al content. !!!!!

here you go al enjoyers please stop busting my inbox now /lh /j

[tuesdayscanons]

Every now and then, I think about The Simpsons RPC and how there's an occasionally a spike of Simpsons muses that inevitably crumbles away and leaves me waiting for the next short lived Simpsons RPC Renaissance

[badolmen]

I can fix him*

*bad writing, underutilized gameplay mechanics, characters with unfulfilled potential, funded by bootlickers

[littlest-bugz]

MY PHYSICAL THERAPIST ASKED ABOUT MY BOOKS AND MY OCS AND IT MADE MY DAY RAAAAAAAAAAA

[marinecorvid]

also i think summer pokemonranger is a person people lose their minds over. not necessarily in a romantic way but she's very (unwittingly) good at existing as a replica and/or mirror that dredges up feelings in people, oftentimes who would prefer not to think about said feelings and so for lack of emotional maturity people tend to freak out both around and at her over it. unfortunate side effect of being incredibly sincere, despite her best efforts