#ignore the nerd LOOK AT MY DAUGHTER

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forgotten falls comic that really has no plot significance. i was just an idiot today and wore my binder for 12 hours. do NOT do that guys fr

[starkwlkr]

Can I request one with Hugh Jackman where he and reader are both trying to ignore some of the mean paparazzi? And like a clip of Hugh defending her goes viral and he gets asked about it in interviews?

that’s my dad! | hugh jackman

an: just wanted to let y’all know how happy i am writing all these amazing requests! this is going to take place in my marvel actress!reader universe <3

tw: paparazzi (because it should be illegal tf?) and rude comments lmk if i missed anything

After months of you and Hugh filming and doing press interviews, you were finally reunited with your three kids in New York. It was a nice sunny day in New York so your family took advantage of it. Your family decided to eat at a brunch spot that you’ve been meaning to try out. You were the one that suggested eating outside since it was a nice day. Your daughter, Olivia, was the one that had spotted a man dressed in casual clothes with his camera out.

Why isn’t paparazzi illegal? You thought to yourself. You were just trying to have a day with your family.

“Well our family day was fun while it lasted.” Olivia frowned.

“Just eat and ignore them, Liv, maybe they’ll get bored that we’re not doing anything interesting and walk away.” Her older brother, Reese, said as he continued eating his sandwich.

So everyone went on eating while the man kept taking pictures. Olivia had brought up some trip that her and her friends wanted to take. It was all going good until more paparazzi started showing up.

“Get your things, we’re leaving.” Was all Hugh said. He stood up from his chair and walked away.

“But I haven’t finished my food!” Olivia frowned again.

“Finish it in the car, dumbass, dad’s going to beat the shit out of that guy!” Alex smirked as his dad started walking angrily and yelling at the paparazzi.

“You heard your dad, let’s go.” You grabbed your purse and sunglasses while the kids grabbed their stuff. Thankfully your car wasn’t far away.

Olivia quickly stuffed her face with pasta and drank the last bit of her coke before she followed you and her brothers. “Wait! I can’t walk that fast!” You stopped and waited for her then grabbed her hand.

Alex walked in front of you and Olivia while Reese walked behind you. Hugh had always told the boys that if paparazzi ever fought up with them and he wasn’t there, it was up to them to keep you and Olivia safe. They took that job seriously.

“Hey! Congrats on the new movie! How does it feel to be back as Wolverine?” A camera man from TMZ asked Hugh.

“Look, I’m just trying to have a nice day out with my family. Please leave us alone.” Hugh demanded.

“I’m just trying to do my job, man.”

“Fuck your job. Get the fuck out!” Hugh was so close to grabbing his camera and smashing it on the ground. The kids made it safely to the car while you waited outside for your husband. Just then, the camera man made a comment about you that made Hugh lose it.

“My bad, I’ll let you get back to that hot ass wife of yours.”

Hugh grabbed the camera and smashed it on the ground. He was about to do even more damage, but he heard you yell his name. “Don’t talk about my wife ever.”

“So you had an eventful day in New York recently. . .” Ryan said to Hugh. They were the guests host on Jimmy Kimmel Live!. You and the kids were watching from backstage as Ryan got Hugh to talk about the incident that happened. “I think People magazine voted you sexiest husband alive,” Hugh laughed at Ryan’s comment. “I mean it was like playing wolverine all over again.”

“It did feel like it,” Hugh admitted. “When I got back to the car, my kids were cheering so I am now the coolest person they know.” The audience laughed.

“Were you not before?”

“No, they called me a big nerd,” Hugh laughed it off. “But as I was walking back to my family, I heard my daughter just yell really loudly ‘that’s my dad! My dad beat his ass!’ and i have never felt prouder.”

“Father of the year, everyone!”

@kellyxo1

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╰┈➤ ❝ desire • l.n c.l ❞ x

part nine - part eleven

➪ Charles hasn't paid much attention to you after your daughter was born but a certain Brit does.

➪ and while there's a lot of things you still need to work on, this is a great start to the new, beter chapters of your life

➪ established relationship mom!reader x dad!Charles x lando

➪ I think we needed a lil' cute to calm our tits 🥰 also, absolutely gobsmacked by the love this fic is getting and how involved you all are with it, you guys are seriously the best and I love y'all so much 😘

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someone's getting laid tonight

guessing you're not coming home tonight 🤪

y/nusername

go back to your coloring book

milliexoxo

wow, okay..I see how it is

no but seriously, are you coming back tonight or are you staying with lando so I can double lock the house lmao

y/nusername

staying in monaco, will be back tomorrow

milliexoxo

nice, I'll see you tomorrow then

have fun and don't do things I wouldn't do 😘

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okay mom 😘

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norry4 cute, lando took them to England 😭

milliexoxo talk british to me

milliexoxo not pictured, y/n losing her mind over a bookshop

↳ y/nusername that wasn't a shop, that was heaven.

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bradleyfewtrell and I just know y/n would get along with max and pietra so well!

norrizzlandoo lando and zoë 😭😭

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milliexoxo your typical tourist on tour.

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charlieslec did she just casually expose lando and y/n??

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maxfewtrell but why?

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yukisan are we all just going to ignore the fact that Logan Sargeant is hiding in the likes? Yes? Cool 😭

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y/nusername week 6. 🇺🇸

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landonorizzzz aw lando finally made it to the feed normally instead of the soft launch bullshit 😇

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↳ landoscar SHUT UP SHUT THE FUCK UP SHUT UUUUUUUP 😭

yesrislando brb going to take a bath with my toaster

maxmaxmax man's really pulled a max and stole another driver's girl and child 💀

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— glue song ꣑ৎ‧₊˚.

warnings: swearing, kinda rushed ending pairing: luke castellan x daughter of hades a/n: first chapter… drop your opinions!

series m. list

the multiverse theory is the ideology that there are separate universes beyond this. many scientists have researched studies to retrieve a clear answer, yet nothing has been found. many people additionally like to make a belief that them and their most beloved would be different in this alternate universes. many think they might hate each other, love each other, or simply not know of each others existence.

you— the only daughter of hades at camp half-blood believe strongly in the fact that you and your best friend, head counselor of hermes cabin, would be best friends regardless of the opposite universe. luke castellan doesn’t think much into your science-y stuff, but if he ever finds you rambling he can’t help but listen because you’re you! disregarding his opinion on science theories if you love them that means he loves them, it’s a mutual thing, truly.

anyways, on days such as these, the slow ones where there aren’t much exciting events or camp duties, you find yourself cooped up in the coldness of cabin thirteen, a silent cabin all to yourself. this was only until your brother decided to move back in from cabin seven— then you would have to share it, unfortunately. you keep a book open in your lap, reading over the lines of endless words, entrancing yourself into the fictional world that is your book.

it was silent, and it was perfect and the fireplace crackling only added onto your cozy aura. you can’t help but let out a tiny squeal at this, then returning back to your seriousness of reading. but you were naive to think that you would get alone time for at least something as simple as an hour, soon enough the door to your cabin opens and you frown, refraining from looking up from your book and ignoring the person walking towards your bed. but by the prominent mop of dark curls you know who it is.

“not even gonna spare me a glance? you wound me, nerd, truly.”

“go away, luke, this is my silent reading time.”

he doesn’t listen. instead, luke ushers you to slide over as he takes a seat beside you on your bed.

“what’s the book of choice for today?”

“the shining.”

luke nods slowly. “I like the movie better.”

you remain silent and try to get yourself back into the book world as luke returns to silence. you’re disrupted again when his finger twirls around a strand of your hair delicately. you sigh and attempt to ignore it. until he tugs at it

“what the fuck are you doing! stop it!” you take your hair from his hold as he laughs at your dismay. “I’m not laughing, I don’t find you funny.”

“really? because I think I’m hilarious.”

your mouth remains shut.

“c’mon, nerd, talk to me. I’m dying here.”

“great. I’ll see you at the gates.”

luke opens his mouth to speak but ultimately decides not to say anything. you’d known luke since your first arrival at camp back when you were ten, you’d came straight from the underworld where you lived with your father. as a demigod, typically you’d stay with your mortal parent, however, your mother had apparent ‘complications’ said by your father and you were forced to live in his palace for the first years of your life until he deemed it unhealthy for you to be cooped up down there for so long. when you’d arrived at camp, luke had been one of the only campers that had spoken to you— most to all of the others wouldn’t dare look in your direction due to your godly heritage.

but luke didn’t care about that. he welcomed you happily and allowed you to befriend him, since this, you had been inseparable. when you were fifteen he discovered your passion for all things astronomy while catching you reading a planets book by the lake one afternoon. he had sat beside you and listened as you rambled until the moon rose and the sun set, nonsense he declared it, just a bunch of your nerdy stars and planets bullshit he’d never cared for before. but since meeting you he’d grown to become fond of them— they were always a quiet reminder of you. and welcome the nickname. ‘nerd’ he calls you. at first you hated it, after a year or two you got used to it and stopped complaining.

“I’ll get to see you?”

“that’s not—” you search for the right words. “stop.“

“you’ve gotta make a more convincing argument, nerd.”

“well I want you to stop, isn’t that enough?”

“alright, my mouth is zipped.” luke makes a zipper motion over his mouth. you turn back to your book and try to re-read the lines again. luke places his head atop yours, inhaling the scent of your shampoo. he frowns. “you smell different. like vanilla. you usually smell like berries.”

“you got an emotional attachment to the berry conditioner?”

he shrugs. “I did.”

“I’ll make sure to buy that one next time then since your feelings are so hurt.”

“really? you’re great, nerd, thanks.”

you shake your head slowly. the cabin returns back to silence, a comfortable silence. yet you secretly wish he would say something again, even if it’s utterly stupid. and unbeknownst to you, luke wishes only the same of you.

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I’m just a man // lance stroll

part of the welcome to wherever you are verse

summary: on their way to circuit of the americas, the hutchence-strolls stop by california to pay pilgrimage to a place very close to y/n’s heart.

pairing: lance stroll x hutchence!reader

warnings: mentions of parental death (see the lore masterpost for more details about what happened to micheal hutchence)…the timeline is a little fucked but please just ignore it

authors note: posting this in time to celebrate ✨inxs day✨ on august 16 because I’m a music nerd

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y/n.hutchence I know we aren’t here for entirely happy reasons but I love that I’m doing this with you and I’ve had a wonderful time so far 🥺

-> lancestroll there’s no one else I’d rather be here with, my sweet girl

user what does she mean not entirely happy reasons?

-> user her dads grave is in Hollywood so I’m assuming she means she’s come to visit him

garygarrybeers my neighbour is wondering what happened to their dog?

-> lancestroll don’t look at me look at y/n

-> yn.hutchence are mr and mrs callaghan sure that salmon can’t come back to monaco with us?

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y/n.hutchence I miss you, Daddy. I was just a little girl when you left us behind, and at the time I didn’t understand how much pain you were in. I took that greif and I internalized it and it made me rebellious, it made me stupid. Eventually I straightened out, and I’m sure you know that because I’m certain you’ve been watching me from up there with good ol’ Bon Scott and I want you to know that I’m okay. I’m surrounded by great family and even better friends, I’m married to a man that treats me like a princess and reminds me every day that I’m deserving of love. Growing up without you was hard, but I’ve carried you in my heart with me since I was a little kid, and I still feel you with me now.

I grieve for the moments you missed, the lost father-daughter dances. Paul is a great stepdad, and I’m glad mom found love again, but I can’t help but think that you should still be here.

I love you, Dad, and I always will.

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kirkpengilly michael was one of the best friends a man could ask for….ill miss him forever

lancestroll I wish I could have met him myself. he sounds like an incredible person with an extraordinary legacy. I know he would be proud of you, sweetheart.

jonfarriss that man was one of a kind. rip, brother.

yourmom I hope you know how much he loved you, sweetie.

-> yn.hutchence he loved us both, mom

yourbestie sending you all of my love ❤️

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VG: Mystery of the Outlands - PART 1

Previous | Next

________________________________

Years Ago…

“You… You wouldn’t! We’re lions!”

An enraged roar reverberated throughout the land. The winds and ground acted with it, as if the heavens and its residents were helping it.

Terrified screeches filled the sky. Pretty soon, the miraculously-airborne lions plummeted to the ground, each with a loud thud and pained groan.

"Uhhh..." Nuka moaned groggily as he shakily got onto his feet. His whole body ached from the near-fatal fall. 

"Where are we...?" he asked, glancing side to side at the wasteland.

Zira sighed irritably as she shot up from the ground. Nuka was either dazed from the fall, or just being his typical, clueless self.

"Our new home." she sarcastically replied.

She glanced toward the horizon, her face clenching hard with rage.

Back to square one…

Later that day…

Night fell across the Outlands. The buzzing of termite wings was soon replaced with the sparse population of crickets, whose chirps were still enough to break the deafening silence of the barren wasteland.

Atop a prominent rock amidst the flat land was a lioness that sat sternly, looking out into the rather empty and drab escape. She may have been looking, but she wasn't seeing, as she was too deep in thought.

'That miserable brat...' she thought, 'All hyenas know is deception and lies. The hyena only got her way because she knew royalty. If she were alone, she and her kind wouldn't stand a chance...'

A small, adolescent cub timidly approached. She tried not to make a sound, as she debated even bringing up what was on her mind at all.

Mother told her to go to bed with her brothers, as she did every day once it was dusk. She wanted to obey her mother, but countless questions buzzed through her head following what had happened earlier that day.

What was a 'Lion Guard'? What was this 'Roar of the Elders'? How did it work? Were they really just going to experience first-hand what might've been the craziest, supernatural event ever, only to just get up and never speak a word of it again?

"I can hear your footsteps, Vitani."

The cub's heart nearly leapt from her chest. The jig was up.

"Oh..." she mumbled, coming out of hiding.

"You need to work on your stealth. We'll go over that starting tomorrow morning." Zira dryly said.

No going back, now. If Vitani had a question, she'd better ask it now before it gets ignored in favor of endless training. She ascended the rock, gulping.

"Mother...?"

"Do speak up, dear. A soldier doesn't mumble."

"Um..." Vitani quickly cleared her throat to talk louder, minding her mother's comment, "Mother, how do you know so much about the Lion Guard?"

Zira stared off for a moment, images of her budding friendship with her beloved Scar raced in her mind. He was without his shoulder mark, a fresh, bleeding wound over his eye. He looked like he had been struggling internally.

“Well, it’s like I’d said earlier.” Zira began, “Scar told me all about what the Roar could do, and what he’d done to lose it. Oh, had his pompous brother not ticked him off, he wouldn’t have wasted it on his fellow lions…”

The preteen tilted her head. She didn’t remember this part at all. Zira saw her cub’s confusion, and continued.

“Yes… it had been the final straw. His father swiped Scar over the face, and Mufasa gave him a cruel nickname to top things off. And what for? Scar had done nothing!” she huffed, “And that mother of his. She was no help, I could tell. She was my hunting teacher. She never gave me so much as one glance. Always had her eyes on that Sarabi. That goody-goody little nerd saw herself as a miniature version of the Queen! I –”

She glanced down at her daughter. Realizing she’d gotten off-track, she quickly regained her composure.

“You’re a very astute listener, Vitani. That will serve you well as you grow.” her mother grinned, “You get it from me, of course. If only the Queen hadn’t picked favorites, she would’ve seen the greatness in me as I see in you. I care about you, all of you, when no one else in this world will.”

Vitani smiled softly, despite still reeling from her mother’s sharp mood shifts. Compliments like that didn’t come often, she cherished what she could of it.

“Anyway,” Zira cleared her throat, “Scar would always turn to me for comfort, and trusted me with the secrets of the Roar. He would tell me about the way it had controlled the wind, the ground, the sky… and animals…”

Vitani gasped. That last part reminded her of her other question. 

“What did the Guard do that made Scar kill them?” the cub asked.

“They refused to help overthrow Scar’s tyrannical family.” Zira scowled, “I wish Scar had reserved it for his family, but he’d instead lost control, and used it on his unruly Guard. The little sycophants favored Mufasa over their own leader… It didn’t stop there, either. Scar’s newfound hyena friends he made had replaced his Guard – and me. Those slobs almost made Scar’s reign unenjoyable, what with their insufferable complaints and endless appetites.”

Vitani’s face fell as her mother continued to vent at her. Quality talks with her had never lasted long.

“They’d always steal his attention from me up until Simba came along.” Zira spat, “Had he not come back to steal the throne, those ravenous heathens wouldn’t have torn my beloved Scar to shreds!”

Zira teared up as her claws gripped the rock she had lain on. The edge now sported eight streaks that briefly sparked upon contact.

“If only I’d been there to protect him…” she turned to her daughter, “Just as you protected your brother back there.”

Vitani opened her mouth. She didn’t know what to say.

“Yes. I saw you stand up against that hyena. Excellent work. That’ll come in handy once you become an enforcer of Kovu’s, one day.”

“R-Really?” Vitani smiled again.

“I can see it now! You, with your very own Lion Guard protecting Kovu’s place as King. You’ll be far better enforcers than Scar’s hyenas, my pet. You won’t even need the Roar! Why, I see a great reign in our future atop Pride Rock…”

Vitani followed suit and gazed at the faraway Pridelands as her mother had. To be a strong leader, just like her mother. She didn’t think herself to be the type, but Mother saw it in her. She wondered what lions she would someday lead.

"Now, off to bed with you." Zira said softly, but still with command, “You need to be well-rested for what lies ahead…”

Vitani understood, and trotted to the main termite mound fortress where her brothers had already been fast asleep. 

Inside the den was a sight Vitani distinctly remembered, and one her older brother would to this day refuse to acknowledge ever happened. The brothers had embraced each other in their sleep, Nuka had a long arm draped around Kovu, and Kovu hugged said arm. Both snored in their own ways, Nuka with his obnoxious, nasally snorts, and Kovu, a soft buzz. 

For a moment, the preteen stole one last glance outside, her eyes reflecting the deep red sunset at Pride Rock, the peculiar lighting making her look not so different from her cunning, ruthless mother, whom she'd been shaping up to be more and more like for years to come...

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Present Day...

The fully-grown lioness stared off towards the Outlands. Her eyes were her usual electric blue color, as she'd faced away from the sun.

She looked deathly drowsy from a night of no rest due to her intense fixation on her cave paintings. Everything made her drowsy. Everything that had ever happened. Her mother had conditioned her into quite the restless and fidgety lioness, and it showed as she had looked twice her actual age.

Still, she had a territory to patrol. The one she'd inevitably end up guarding like Mother said she someday would, just not like how she'd imagined. 

A familiar sight had grabbed her attention mid-patrol – the termite mounds that she and her family once begrudgingly called home.

But before she knew it, her eyes wandered West, towards a prominent structure that towered over many locations of the Outlands – besides the volcano, of course – the cave that took on the shape of a lion's head. A cave that stood just beside a luscious watering hole, possibly the best one that could be found in the Outlands. One that had been protected for years... by hyenas.

Glancing back at the lion-shaped cave, she saw a leonine shape that stood in front of the mouth. Sporting a dark bluish tint, it had a large, red mane, a head stripe like her mother's, and a bulbous snout like her older brother's. 

"Who goes there?!" Vitani barked.

It walked back to the mouth, and faded away as if it weren't solid.

"Hey!" the Fiercest charged, the rest of the Guard far enough along the patrol route to even notice her leaving her post.

As she bounded, her ears rang from overwhelming glimpses of voices of the past she'd recently heard.

"Get up before I give you a real reason to cry!"

"Lions Over All!"

"What's wrong, my little Moonlight?"

Vitani stopped in her tracks from the sudden migraine that had taken place, but not before crashing into something: An animal that yelled for her to stop, just before impact.

In shock, the lioness quickly shifted to combat mode. She charged as fast as she could, and body slammed the animal with full force before climbing atop of it and pinning its forelegs down to not let it escape. Her snarl lessened as the animal's form came into picture.

"It's... You." was all the lioness could make out.

"I have a name, you know..." the long-haired hyena playfully scoffed.

Before Vitani could think, she was flipped on her back, with far less force than what she, herself, had used. 

"..and a few moves up my sleeve." the hyena giggled.

"Yeah, yeah, I remember you... Prime Minister."

Vitani rolled, and the hyena responded mercifully by gently releasing the lion.

"It's Jasiri, or something, right?" Vitani groaned, "Never bothered to really get to know you."

"I can see that." Jasiri deadpanned.

"I GOT YOU, JASIRI!" a male voice yelled.

"Janja!” Jasiri hopped in front of him, “There's no need."

“B-But that’s –” “I know. She’s welcome here.”

“Alright.” he grumbled, “It… It’s time for my shift at the cell, anyway.”

“Good boy.”

“Cell?” Vitani’s brow arched.

“He’s one of my trusted enforcers. Head warden of the Kizimba Caverns.” “‘Trusted’...” Vitani balked.

"He'll get the hang of it, eventually." the matriarch rolled her eyes, "So... what brings you to the Outlands?"

Vitani rubbed the back of her neck, "Ah, thought I saw something. L-Like, something I recently saw in a dream. Had to chase it. But... I can't explain it, it's too ridiculous."

"You look like you haven't gotten a wink of sleep. Animals' minds tend to go wild without rest."

"Yeah, I'll be fine." Vitani trailed off, staring onward as her eyesight no longer had a trace of blue. How much of that Zamani stuff did she take?

Realizing she had found herself near the entrance of Jasiri's Watering Hole, she looked to the left, then upward at the lion head monument towering over the region.

"Jasiri...?" she broke the silence, "Do you ever wonder what that thing is? My mother wanted to live nearby it so badly. She said she knew of it like the back of her paw, but, never went into how..."

"I’ve peeked at it a bit on my patrols. I haven’t really been wanting to go in, since, well, what happened when we were younger…” Jasiri said, “It seems like an abandoned arena of some sort, by the looks of it. Could’ve sworn I saw paintings in it."

"You're kidding?" Vitani's eyebrows flew upward.

Jasiri smiled. Beyond the paintings, she had a lot of things she wanted the former Outlands resident to see on the way.

"Why don't we find out?"

This had better not been a trap. Vitani had only ever known deceptive, fickle hyenas in life. But, only because of everything Mother had talked her ear off about. She jotted that down as one of the many questionable things Zira had believed, given what she’s recently seen of Jasiri and Janja. Not only had they claimed to be Prime Minister and head warden of the Outlands, respectively, but she’d remembered their collaboration to fight beside Kion. Perhaps Mother was wrong about all hyenas…

But, she had to know about these paintings, if there were any. What could they tell her? 

Semi-reluctant, the lioness followed the Prime Minister of the Outlands.

The two passed the Watering Hole. The older hyenas looked welcoming enough, but the younger ones found the lioness' presence odd. 

The girl had long hair and purple eyes, like Jasiri. The boy with only a few strands of hair and blue eyes. Both sported a wary look at her.

Vitani subconsciously returned the gesture with a puzzled look of her own. What was their problem…?

Vitani digressed. Meanwhile, she noticed something different about the Outlands. She felt something soft under her paws. Grass.

Throughout her trek across the Outlands was an overall pop of color and biodiversity. The Lioness could smell flowers she didn't know had grown in the area, and she observed more potable water sources outside of the notable one in Jasiri's territory.

"Here we are!" exclaimed Jasiri.

Vitani looked up, and saw the lion-shaped cave. It had been overgrown with moss, and even more flowers, funnily giving the cave a mane, somewhat, like it must've been meant to have. A dense, flourishing colony of bats flew from the cave, almost making the lion head look like it breathed fire.

Jasiri smiled warmly at the sheer surprise in Vitani's face.

"A lot has changed since you left the Outlands." the hyena began, "I heard about the monsoon at the Pridelands. The Outlands were in just enough reach to get some of it. We needed it for decades. The lands were so thirsty, that I had to help evacuate the animals from floods. But... It worked itself out, eventually."

Vitani was nearly moved to tears at the potential beauty that finally showed throughout the Outlands. Why couldn't she live in something like this all along? She had to wonder what became of the particular home she survived through every day. Had the Termite Mounds turned many colors, too?

Jasiri tilted her head towards the prominence, “Shall we?”

Vitani gave a quick nod, and soon enough, they walked towards the unexplored section of the Outlands.

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At the Northern Pridelands Outskirts…

“Would you believe the nerve of some of these animals around here? You’d think the herds would be over this whole separation thing after that old rhino keeled over.”

“Guess he set the blueprint.” Imara shrugged, “All he had to do was set an example for the next animal. There will always be a bigger, scarier successor.”

“Maybe,” Kasi huffed, But, wouldn’t they just leave the Pridelands instead of trying to change – OOF!”

Before she knew it, Kasi found herself briefly sandwiched between the heavy Imara, and another lioness who had stopped dead in her tracks long before her own group partner did.

“Tazama?! What’s going on?”

The Keenest of Sight stared off toward the Outlands, “Vitani’s not with you. I’d like to think –”

Kasi gasped as she looked where Tazama was looking, “Oh, no… She didn’t…”

“I’m afraid so…” the aqua-eyed lioness frowned slightly.

Pretty soon, Shabaha could be seen bounding from the distance, on her way to catch up with the group.

“Taz, why’d you stop?” the Bravest panted, “I know you’re quiet, but I didn’t think I was actually talking to nobody, this time – What’s everybody staring at…?”

“Tazama saw Vitani wander off to the Outlands.” Imara said.

“Was she snatched up, or something?”

“I didn’t see anything from here,” Tazama answered, “but within the Outlands, she could’ve been…”

“We’d better hurry,” Imara stepped forward, “c’mon…”

The Lion Guard headed Northeast, crossing the river that bordered the two territories. Pretty soon they ended up in an escape that was fogged and illuminated by geothermal gases and their periodic explosions.

“Hey! Who goes there?!” a voice barked, “No animal is allowed beyond this point!”

The fog cleared a bit, revealing a clan led by Janja, old enemies who once had their share of territorial disputes with the Outsider pride.

“Really? No animals allowed?” Cheezi tilted his head.

“Guess this means we gotta go, then.” Chungu muttered.

“Not us, furbrains!” the leader groaned.

“Hyenas!” Imara bellowed, “We know you have Vitani!”

“What? No we don’t!” Janja cried. Irritably, he whipped his head toward his fellow clan, “Alright, which one of you’s talked?”

“Enough talk!” Kasi snapped, “Get them!”

Shabaha loved that part of every fight. She couldn’t contain her eager cackle as she went to execute the order.

Janja remembered that laugh. Horrified, he glanced around at the lionesses that had surrounded him and his dimwitted squad of enforcers.

“Uh-oh…” he groaned, not liking their chances.

WHAM! Imara tackled Chungu.

SLASH! Kasi’s paw swiped Cheezi.

WHOOP! Tazama tripped Nne.

Janja’s hackles raised in defense as Shabaha slowly made her way towards him.

PUNCH! BEAT! POW!

Before the hyenas knew it, they were knocked to the ground. The hyenas that remained conscious moaned, saddened and confused as to what came over these lionesses.

What did they do wrong…?

Without a word, Imara took the lead towards the fog. The rest followed.

“Yeesh, we’re in the Elephant Graveyard.” Tazama shivered a bit.

Kasi looked around, “Is it me, or does this place look a little more organized than I remember?”

GROWL!

The Guard paused, hearts nearly leaping from their chests. They looked towards the location of the noise. It had come from one of the ribcages from a pile of elephant carcasses.

"Vitani..." Kasi slowly turned, "Is that you?"

“What are you guys doing, here?” said a gravelly voice.

Squinting to see past the large, petrified elephant ribs, Imara recognized the lion pacing back and forth in his enclosure. He had a scruffy, dark brown beard, a well-muscled body, furious auburn eyes, and a lack of a mane due to it once being burned off by Vitani’s Fire Roar.

“...Kiume?” she finally guessed aloud, taking a step closer to be sure.

“Watch your step.” Kiume smiled.

Imara glanced down and noticed the molten liquid that formed a moat around the maneless lion’s prison cell. Gasping, she placed a large arm in front of the rest of the Guard to keep them from inching any closer and getting badly hurt.

“Molten metal.” the lion clarified, “Keeps me from escaping with my life. A good backup when the hyenas aren’t awake to watch my every move…”

“The hyenas were…? –” Shabaha cringed hard, “Ooof…”

Imara's heart dropped, body going numb. There was no undoing the damage they'd inflicted.

She leaned against the cage bars for a moment and breathed deeply. They hurt animals who were doing good. The Prime Minister would banish them, and rightfully so.

“So that was the commotion outside? Thought the hyenas were up to no good, just because they’re hyenas? Looks like you guys got some prejudices to work out…” Kiume chuckled.

Kasi balked, “Oh, you would know –”

Imara waved a paw to quiet her down, “Look, Kiume. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but… We were hoping you could help us find Vitani…”

“Why would I wanna help you, and how?” Kiume continued to pace.

“Well, we figured that since you’re the only one available, right now.”

“No thanks to us… Shabaha muttered in regret. 

“We just wanna know if you might know where she might’ve gone, and who with.” Imara continued.

“Well, I can’t exactly just give you pointers.”

“Why not?”

“You don’t know this part of the Outlands like I do, I’d have to walk you through it. You’re not gonna understand if I just tell you.”

“How do we know you’re not lying?” Kasi glared.

“Girls, trust me, I know the Outlands. I spent a good while here with my boys. We studied up on paintings we saw around here.”

“Paintings?” the Strongest raised her brows.

“Sure. Some paintings you lionesses ought to take notes from. It’ll show you the way a lion’s pride is meant to be. I’m telling you, it’s always been males that have led prides.”

“Whatever.” Imara glanced sideways, “Well, haven’t you tried busting out now that the hyenas aren’t watching?”

“You’re stronger than me – Well, I mean, I’m not saying you’re any stronger than a man, of course.” he said with a passive-aggressive whine that grated the lioness’ ears, “I’m a little out-of-shape since, you guys, you know, imprisoned me here. The hyenas starve me and hardly give me any water to live.”

“Yeah, yeah, we get it.” Imara cut him off.

“Not to mention, these bones?” he knocked them, “Solid. Gonna need something hard and heavy, like that plank the hyenas use to give me water, over there.”

They all looked. It was a heat-resistant slab of rock that must’ve been occasionally slid across the ground by the hyenas. They looked back towards the maneless lion.

“How about this, you get me out, and I'll help you straighten this whole hyena mess out. Have we got ourselves a deal, girls?” he grinned, offering a paw for Imara to shake.

Imara scowled at Kiume for a long time before looking at the rest of the Lion Guard, who were seen exchanging uncertain looks.

The Strongest looked back towards him, glancing rapidly as her mind raced.

She continued to hesitate.

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Pride Rock...

The Future Queen tried hard to think her own thoughts, but a force kept her from it. Something, or someone, with their own memories had taken over her very mind and movement.

The Lion Guard vanished from Pride Rock, and the possessed lioness did not know where they could be, she sniffed around for the scent of any Lion Guard member. The trail led her to the Lion Guard Lair. 

Empty. Of Course…

The Water Spirit within Kiara remembered this place, however. She would often lounge in the once abandoned underground lair, discussing her points of view with her fellow lionesses – her original followers. They didn’t seem to live in the Pridelands, despite earning their right to live here.

Suddenly, her focus was broken by the sound of a young mandrill rushing to another section of the Lair. She watched the mandrill from the other side of the wall, well-hidden behind a dense patch of vines.

“Okay, okay, okay…” Makini breathed, “If I were paint restoration materials, where would I be…?”

She brushed small vines out of the way to reveal a shelf holding orange powder.

“Oh, hello, Baadaye powder! Right where I left you. Good thing Rafiki told me to keep this stuff out of the wrong hands. I’m definitely the ‘wrong hands!’”

Something to be kept out of the wrong hands sounded exactly like something Zira’s spirit probably needed. Ever so silently, the golden lioness inched closer to inspect the powder.

“Oh, there’s the restoration stuff!” the mandrill beamed, still not noticing the lioness.

In her excitement, her hand accidentally brushed by the powder on the shelf. Like another lioness, recently, the powder shot into Zira’s eyes. She grunted, but pretty soon, her world took on an orange hue.

Opening her eyes, she could see her perspective change to the top of Pride Rock. She looked down on various animals who leaped and cheered. 

The Pridelands looked drenched. Grass was saturated, mud was everywhere, everyone looked heavily rained on, and yet, they looked elated.

“Our Queen! Our Queen! Our Queen!” the swarm of animals chanted.

Could this be…? Was this Zira’s destiny? 

Will she have won whatever war was coming?

To Be Continued...

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Author's Notes:

In order to make sense of that chronological mix-up that happened at the end of Lions of the Outlands, I decided to make the exchange Zira and Nuka have be out of confusion and frustration that they were sent back to the Termite Mounds, rather than Disney implying that this is how they discover the Termite Mounds.

Kizimba (Zulu for "cage") is what I call this makeshift wild animal equivalent of a prison. It's comprised of centuries-old, petrified elephant ribs, a pool of molten iron/nickel, and would usually by guarded day-and-night by Janja's hyenas, who volunteered to be Jasiri's enforcers, and had constructed the prison cell (I figured they'd mastered that since they did something like that in the Morning Report episode).

I know Vitani and Jasiri (and the Guard and hyena clan by extension) should be on good terms by the finale of TLG, but something made me feel they weren't quite: Vitani didn't recognize Jasiri and she saw her as a threat first thing in S3E19, which gave me the vibes that she never bothered to befriend her, so I felt that she and the Guard have some more teachings of Zira's to unlearn.

Kiume's passive-aggressive remarks are based a little on how Butterscotch Horseman always laments every minor inconvenience. I can see Kiume being a lot like Butterscotch in a lot of ways: The constant complaining, generalizing women and just about any vulnerable group, etc.

Where would the hypothetical musical number be? I was kinda thinking, since I was going for an evil We Are One type of scene in the first image, perhaps Zira and Vitani would have a sweet yet sinister mother-daughter duet of some kind.

Artist Notes:

This subconsciously came to me as I was drawing it, but I found the first panel slowly looking like something out of the We Are One scene. Fitting considering that this is about unifying, but for sinister and rather eugenicist reasons instead.

The whole idea for the shot in Image 2 may look like something out of a certain other movie. When I very first saw the mouth of the Outlands cave in TLG, I instantly thought of the serpent-shaped cave formation from Road to El Dorado, but instead of butterflies, we have bats, since they're shown to reside in the Outlands.

Did Kiume get some design tweaks to his face and colors along with that noticeably absent mane? Yes, because it has to do with a big lore drop I plan to write/post art of sometime, something I think would bulk up the story retroactively once I start writing the Ao3 Novelization of VG.

Panel 5 was super easy and cathartic to draw, all it took was scratchy, warped cloud patterns and a mostly monochromatic color scheme. It's very much based on the future hallucination sequence in the Disney Villains: Scar comic.

[nephalem-da]

Elara’s Playdate

(Bill Cipher x OC)

Synopsis: Bill Cipher drops off his mischievous baby daughter, Elara, with the unsuspecting Pines family while he celebrates his anniversary. Chaos quickly unfolds as the Pines struggle to control the demonic toddler, leading to the complete wreckage of the Mystery Shack.

The Mystery Shack was unusually quiet as the Pines family enjoyed a rare moment of peace. Mabel was doodling in her scrapbook, Dipper was buried in a journal, Stan was counting money behind the counter, and Ford was studying an ancient artifact. It was a day like any other—or so they thought.

A sudden surge of energy rippled through the shack, making the lights flicker. Before anyone could react, a portal opened in the middle of the room, swirling with bright colors. The Pines family jumped to their feet, immediately on guard. Stan reached for his brass knuckles, Mabel grabbed her grappling hook, and Ford quickly pulled out his ray gun.

Out of the portal stepped none other than Bill Cipher, but this time, he wasn’t alone. In his arms was a small, light purple triangle with a single eye and a giggle that could only be described as mischievously adorable.

“Hey, nerds!” Bill greeted with a wide grin, ignoring the fact that the Pines were ready to attack. “No need to get your knickers in a twist. I’m not here to cause trouble—well, not for the next few hours, at least.”

“Bill!” Dipper exclaimed, stepping forward, his journal clutched tightly in his hands. “What are you doing here? And… what is that?”

“This, Pine Tree, is my darling daughter, Elara.” Bill’s voice was almost proud as he looked down at the giggling little triangle in his arms. “Isn’t she just the cutest little reality-warper you’ve ever seen?”

The Pines family was stunned into silence. Ford, who had been studying Bill intently, looked the most shocked. “A child? But… how is that possible?”

Bill chuckled, seemingly enjoying their confusion. “Oh, it’s possible, Sixer. Just because you haven’t figured it out yet doesn’t mean it can’t happen. Anyway, it’s me and Mae’s anniversary today, and we’ve got some cosmic chaos planned. But we can’t exactly take our bundle of joy with us, now can we?”

Before anyone could protest, Bill floated over to Mabel and gently placed Elara in her arms. The little triangle cooed, looking up at Mabel with wide, innocent eyes. Mabel’s heart melted instantly, despite the fact that this was Bill Cipher’s offspring.

“Mabel, sweet shooting star, you’re in charge of her while we’re out,” Bill said, his tone suddenly serious. “If anything happens to my precious Elara, well… let’s just say you’ll find out there are fates worse than being turned into a sock puppet.”

Mabel gulped but nodded, unable to resist the adorable cooing of Elara. “Don’t worry, Bill! I’ll take good care of her.”

“Good!” Bill grinned, satisfied. “Mae sends her regards, by the way. And with that, I’m off!”

With a snap of his fingers, Bill disappeared back into the portal, which closed behind him with a flash of light, leaving the Pines family in stunned silence once again. Elara wriggled in Mabel’s arms, making a soft, happy noise that was almost too cute for words.

“Did that just happen?” Dipper finally asked, still trying to process what had just occurred.

“Yes,” Ford replied, his voice filled with disbelief. “Yes, it did.”

“Well, we can’t just leave it—her—alone,” Mabel said, looking down at Elara, who was now sucking on one of her tiny points as if it were a thumb. “She’s too adorable!”

Stan grumbled, crossing his arms. “Adorable or not, that thing is still Bill Cipher’s kid. I say we toss it back into whatever dimension it came from.”

“No way, Grunkle Stan!” Mabel protested, holding Elara protectively. “She’s just a baby. And besides, if Bill finds out we didn’t take care of her, who knows what he’ll do!”

Dipper sighed, knowing Mabel was right. “Okay, so what do we do? How do we take care of a… a baby triangle?”

Ford adjusted his glasses, deep in thought. “We’ll have to treat her like any other child—keep her entertained, fed, and most importantly, keep her from using any of her powers.”

“Easier said than done,” Dipper muttered.

The day that followed was nothing short of chaotic. Elara, despite her innocent appearance, quickly proved to be a handful. She had a knack for getting into trouble, whether it was floating up to the ceiling to play with the light fixtures, or phasing through walls to explore hidden rooms in the shack.

At one point, Stan tried to distract her with some toys, only for Elara to accidentally turn them into living creatures that began to wreak havoc in the living room. It took all of Dipper’s quick thinking and Mabel’s grappling hook to catch the rogue toys and return them to their inanimate state.

“Who knew babysitting a demonic triangle would be this hard?” Mabel panted, wiping sweat from her brow as she and Dipper corralled the last of the animated toys.

Elara giggled, clearly enjoying the chaos she had caused, while Stan looked like he was about ready to pull his hair out.

By the time the day was over, the Mystery Shack was in complete disarray. Furniture was overturned, pipes were leaking, and Stan’s prized taxidermy collection had been knocked over. The Pines family was utterly exhausted, sprawled out on the floor around Elara, who was now contently gnawing on a rubber duck Mabel had given her.

As the sun set, another portal opened in the middle of the room. Bill floated through, looking as pleased as ever, with Mae following close behind. The Pines family groaned, too tired to even get up.

“Well, well, well!” Bill exclaimed, surveying the wreckage with a laugh. “Looks like little Elara had a great time! Didn’t you, sweetie?”

Elara cooed happily, floating up into her father’s arms. Mae, who had been silently observing, shook her head with a small, amused smile. “Honestly, Bill, you could’ve warned them about how energetic she is.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Bill winked at her before turning back to the Pines. “You all did a decent job keeping her in one piece, so I guess I’ll keep my promise.”

“Promise?” Stan grumbled, struggling to sit up. “What promise?”

“I promised I might stop messing with you for a week if you kept her safe,” Bill said with a smirk. “Consider it your lucky break.”

Mabel, despite being utterly exhausted, couldn’t help but smile at Elara. “She really is cute, though.”

Mae floated over to Mabel, a soft expression on her face. “Thank you for looking after her, Mabel." She patted her head, "I knew I could count on you."

Mabel giggled as she handed Elara to Mae's outstretched hands, "Your welcome!"

Bill looked down at the Pines family one last time. “Well, it’s been fun, but we’ve got to get going. Mae, Elara, let’s roll!”

As the portal reopened, Bill and Mae floated through with Elara in tow. Just before the portal closed, Bill turned back with a mischievous grin. “See you around, nerds! And remember, don’t miss me too much!”

With that, the portal closed, leaving the Pines family in the wrecked remains of the Mystery Shack, utterly exhausted but strangely content.

Ford looked around at the chaos and let out a weary sigh. “I suppose we should be grateful that’s all they did."

Dipper nodded in agreement, leaning back against the wall. “Yeah, but I have a feeling this won’t be the last time we see them.”

Mabel, still holding the gem Mae had given her, smiled to herself. “I kind of hope not. Elara was pretty fun, in a weird, terrifying way.”

Stan groaned, dragging himself to his feet. “You kids are nuts. I need a nap.”

As the Pines family slowly began to clean up the mess, they couldn’t shake the feeling that their lives had just gotten a whole lot more complicated. But then again, when it came to Gravity Falls, nothing was ever simple.

[majkuindelululand]

Let Me Tell You a Story

Chapter 1. When everything go wrong

Once upon a time, back when dinosaurs were still cool and Harry Potter wasn’t considered boomer stuff (because no one even knew what that word meant), in a tiny town in the middle of nowhere — like extra nowhere — somewhere in Eastern Europe (ugh, yes, in POLAND), there lived a girl.

This girl hated her town with every fiber of her being, so she spent hours of her life on Play-By-Forum roleplays or writing cringey fanfics about a super obscure cartoon called Huntik. And when she wasn’t tapping away at her keyboard for that, she was tapping away on chat forums for Asian culture nerds — all while trying to be a proper little metalhead who despised pop music and anything that wasn’t Japanese by name or nature.

The girl was cute. The girl was me. And I had a dark, terrible secret.

See… when my parents weren’t home — when there was no chance anyone would catch me and blackmail me for life — I would listen to… ugh. It’s bad, I know. I listened to… SHINee.

Yeah. It got into my bones. Taemin — whose name I didn’t even want to learn at first — was too sweet, their music was so sugary, and Sherlock? That song did weird things to my stomach. Don’t judge me. I was 14.

And ever since then, once a year, during summer break, I’d go back and binge SHINee’s discography. Just because. It was my weird little safe space. And honestly? Perfect music for dancing around my room like a feral raccoon on Red Bull.

But then something went wrong. Something always goes wrong.

Fast forward — I was living on my own, with my tiny daughter. I had my own apartment, could listen to any kind of embarrassing crap I wanted with zero fear of getting blackmailed by my family. So I let YouTube run wild. “Auto-play, baby. Go nuts.” While I… probably pretended I actually wanted to finish my education degree.

At the time, I was back into writing fanfiction — now for The Mortal Instruments fandom. Full-on queer, chaotic content. But hey, let people enjoy things, right? I was loosely pulling Magnus Bane inspiration from Taemin’s fashion and body language… when something new popped up on screen.

At first, I ignored it. I was busy. But then… Not Today started playing — the choreography version.

Wait. Something was not okay.

That rapper’s voice? Why is there so much rage in it? What’s up with this song? Why is my foot tapping to it? It’s clearly Korean. But it’s not SHINee?! WHAT IS HAPPENING?!

So I looked at the screen. And oh, boy.

That was a mistake.

Chapter 2: Discovering “Who the hell is THAT guy?!”

So yeah. As you might guess, I looked at the screen — and who was there? Park Jimin.

I know, I know. It’s common to start a BTS obsession with him. But you know what still cracks me up all these years later? I could barely stand his existence on screen.

Don’t even ask me why — I have no clue. I just… didn’t get him.

See, I like to think I have a decent read on people. I love breaking down their surface-level stereotypes and playing around with building personality profiles in my head. And usually — terrifyingly often — I’m right. Even if it’s shallow.

After watching a single music video, I already had a rough, extremely superficial idea of the group dynamics in BTS… without knowing a single name. And that’s when I made a decision: That bunny-like, adorable boy? He’s probably a spoiled brat. Yeah, he’s cute or whatever, but even if he danced the lambada on my heart, I would PRETEND I DON’T SEE IT. I would stand firm. He’s not getting my attention. Let him suffer for being that attractive.

RM as the leader? I pretty much guessed that right away. Also, I immediately developed an unholy affection for Hoseok — no idea how, but it was instant. But Jimin? Reminder: I still didn’t know any of their names at this point. xD

Jimin… kind of scared me a little. Do you ever get that feeling when you see a group full of insanely talented people, but one of them just makes something feel off? That was Jimin for me.

At first, I thought it was just “not my type,” you know? The one closest to my type was RM — and that’s if I squinted and took off my glasses. Vocally, my taste leans toward Taehyung.

So what was it? What made me break my own golden rule and actually google their names, even though I didn’t like the feeling Jimin gave me?

Chapter 3: How “that pink one” became “Park f*cking Jimin”

So I started digging. Like, seriously digging. As deep and as often as I could — trying to figure out what the hell is wrong with this weird dude.

And that’s exactly how I got doomed.

I very quickly learned that loving Jimin wasn’t really a choice for me. It was… fate.

Now don’t get me wrong — it’s not like he matched my music taste or anything. Because he didn’t. At least not yet. I hadn’t heard his solo work. And once I did, well — I disappeared into the void and there was nothing left to salvage. Let’s be honest.

But Jimin? Jimin was beautifully dual.

The first fun fact I found about him? He’s clumsy. Like, that’s what the internet tells you right away.

Me? I’m me. I wasn’t interested in basic compilation videos. I wanted to dig deeper.

Why is this good dancer supposedly unable to sit still in a chair? So yeah. I started watching unedited content. Raw footage.

My English — which, at the time, was somewhere between “I might tell you where I live if you put a gun to my head” and “what even is a verb tense?” — suddenly improved FAST. I had no choice. Most sources in my language were just fanfics (and ugh, mostly Taekook — badly written ones too, which explains my later internal war of “NO, MAJKU, YOU’RE NOT WRITING JIKOO— oh sh*t.”)

Anyway. I didn’t like Taekook. Not because I couldn’t feel the gay vibe from JK. Oh, I did. That man reeked of it from the start — so much that I wanted to avoid him in case he contaminated the others.

Tae? Loved him (okay, that faded). He gave me “pretentious younger art student brother” energy. (I’m JK’s age, so sorry, Tae.) My original theory — one I still stand by every time I revisit early content — is that if he had any queer-curious phase, it was aimed at Jimin.

And to be honest? For absolutely irrational, delulu reasons, I believe every single BTS member had their queer-curious moment — and it was about Jimin.

Anyway. When I exhausted all the free unedited stuff, I went full goblin mode and dove into the fandom void.

And you know what? Maybe I’m immature. Maybe I’m blind. Maybe I’m just a fool. But even in completely fanservice-free moments… the way Jikook was Jikook gave me goosebumps.

At that point, I didn’t even fully understand shipping culture. I’d spent my whole life judging it and thinking people should mind their business when it comes to real humans, not fictional ones.

But the thing is… You couldn’t ignore it.

And I realized that if I wanted to understand Park Jimin — not just as an idol but as a person — I also had to dive into that. For many reasons.

First of all… WTF. From the very beginning of BTS, that man has been hilariously focused on the maknae. Second? The moments when Jimin seemed the most relaxed? When he was messing around with maknae line. And JK was always there.

So yeah. To understand Jimin, I had to understand the rest of the members. Figure out how they influenced him. And run them through my usual filter of “Majku doesn’t like people in general, so prove yourselves.”

And that? That was the moment I was done for.

Good music and something different in BTS caught my attention — but something extraordinary in Jimin and the way he connected to the others made me fall in love with the whole group.

Honestly, maybe I just got lucky that I didn’t fall straight into Taekook territory. In the early stages of my obsession, I avoided shipping content like the plague. Later on, I found out that some of the channels I’d been watching for “neutral insight” were actually anti-shippers or (gasp) Taekook-biased.

Even then — I STILL didn’t feel Taekook. Not even if you paid me.

So yeah. That’s my story of falling headfirst into the BTS rabbit hole.

Some clarifications:

I like all of them. I really do. Even if Tae sometimes drives me insane and I aggressively pretend not to see how cute JK is — I like all of them.

Yes, I guess you could say I ship Jikook. But not because I want to. It’s just… knowing Jimin, I literally cannot ignore the existence of Jikook. It feels impossible. Illogical. That man spent WAY too much time telling us something was there for me to just look away.

On the other hand… Actually, no. There is no other hand.

[vivvanille]

Agape

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : Jennie x f!reader

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 : Your bestfriend's intense devotion and limerence towards you will make sure you are always safe and protected,even though you are oblivious to it.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : Yandere themes, Drugs,Foul Language,sexual content (no smut), daddy issues(Jennie high-key hates men) playgirl Y/N,mentions of death, MDNI.

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: This is my first time writing a story in internet and posting , So I'm very scared and nervous. Moreover English is not my first language, So please excuse my mistakes .This is purely fiction. THE STORY IS CREATED BY MYSELF. DONT TAKE IT TO HEART. ( I dont own the pictures) Also both Jennie and Y/N are 19 here and are Highschoolers.

{ 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑶𝑭𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫}

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Jennie's eyes shoned with adoration and something more fierce and dark as she watched the other girl play in the pool with her little brother and their moms. Y/N. Her bestfriend. Her ride or die. To jennie,Y/N was'nt just her bestfriend. She was the first person she would look for in a crowd.The one for whom she would take bullet without a second thought.The one who took both her soul and heart. The one,for whom her entire existence is devoted for.

Jennie used to hate her life since she was four. Both of her emotionally unavailable workholic parents who forgot about her after a few years of her birth. The constant fights between the couples, regular trips to overseas, spending thunderous rainy nights tucked in her bed,cold and alone, Different babysitters appointed by her parents whom she resented, watching other kids of her age merrily hold both the parent's hands or get carried away by them during preschool. All scarred jennie and left her with immense Anguish and Misery. The day she turned 7,her dad left them, resulting in more grief and heartache. But it all ended when a specific girl entered her life, soothing her and taking all of her pain away

"JENNIE RUBY JANE" Y/N yelling her name yanked Jennie from daydreaming. Jennie lifted her head which rested on her palm. " Come on, Enough tanning. Im bored. I wanna dunk you". Ignoring her mother's side-eye as a response to what her daughter just said, Y/N forwarded her hands to the girl. Her mom doesnt know that she will die a happy woman in the hands of her daughter.Jennie took her hands, her whole body immediately tingling with the proximity and a red hue appeared on her round cheeks.

Y/N slid her arms on jennie's shoulder. " I cant believe mina cheated on eunchan , and that too with his brother.Like damn ,girl was banging on her bf's brother while he was three rooms away". Jennie chuckled sensing her bestfriend's enthusiasm in the new drama. " ya well serves him right. He was bullying juniors into doing his assignments and stuff". Jennie replies. Pulling jennie closer Y/N responded " Well I think she did him dirty. He practically wagged his invisible tail around her, Kissing the ground she walked on". "Says the one who keeps cheating on all of her boyfriends or i may rather say thirsty dogs". Y/N dramatically placed her hands on her chest. "What me" she batted her eyelashes to her friend " Whose side are you on" Y/N playfully added " Yours. Always" jennie said without missing a beat.

Y/N always found thrill in casual flings. Every single boy gave her an adrenaline rush at first. Nerds,jocks,bullys, playboys,buff, lean. You name it .But it all ended within a week or two .She would be already with another man. She simply loved jumping from one guy to another, watching them fall on to their knees and worship her , it gave her immense satifaction and bliss. Something Jennie hated to core. It tore her heart and soul apart,watching the girl she was madly in love with another person , especially men. She resents them. She wishes they never existed. Maybe its the scar her dad left . Maybe its the fact that men could reach Y/N in a way she could'nt ,atleast not yet.

As Proff.Lee was taking classes,Jennie sat at the back looking out of the window twirling the silver bracelet which is adorned in mauve and white pearls, with a glistening gelly heart at the middle. It was Y/N's birthday gift to her. She was already missing her, As they had different classes today , she felt a pang of longing to meet mer,hold her hands, kiss her forehead.

"Heard Y/N dumped your ass" one of her classmates,whose name Jennie did'nt even bothered to remember wispher-yelled to Jake. Jennie remembers him. Her girl's recent bf whom she broke up with 3 days ago. " She did't dumped me. We had a fight .That's it." Jake angrily huffed and glared at the boy.Jennie's eyes flared with possessiveness .Y/N was hers. Is'nt it obvious . For years jennie kept people as far away from her as possible. The boys whom she toyed around with were slowly expelled or transferred due to various reasions . Some of them were also beaten up by hitmen she assigned. She gave the same fate to some random boys too .So that no one would find it suspicious. At the back of her mind she knew it was also because she simply hated them. Boys. They are such a Pussy.

Her love for Y/N was dangerously beautiful according to her. Going to any lengths to prove her love , eventhough Y/N was oblivious to it. 'One day,One day I will make her mine .Only mine. I am gonna take her away from the world ,away from these creepy vultures. And we will live happily together'Jennie thought.

As the bell rang , indicating their classes are over.Students quickly took their leaves,either to have lunch, meet their friends , smoke behind the backyard , and God knows what.Jennie went straight to Y/N's class only to notice the classroom was empty. That's odd . Y/N was always in her Classroom waiting for her.She quickly retrieved her phone to text her as she walked through the corridors but stopped as she heard a commotion. It was from the nearby ARTS AND MUSIC classroom. The voice resembled Y/N's.

Concealing her presence,jennie quietly opened the door a bit. The sight infront of her made her heart ache. Y/N was sitting on the table with her legs spread out and head thrown back. A brunet was leaving purple and reddish marks on her neck by sucking and biting. As jennie lowered her eyes down, she could make his fingers moving in and out of her bestfriend.Y/N's soft moans filled the room.

Jennie was subjected to a lot of scenerios like this,she should be used to it by now. But it never failed to make heart drop and eyes blur with tears. Why can't Y/N see it? .Her love.Was Jennie so hard to love? All she wanted was Y/N in her arms, looking into her eyes with the same amount of love.

"Fuck" Y/N moaned as the boy in front of her nibbled and sucked her earlobe. "You are such a treat Y/N, I could do this all day long" He panted near her ear.

Jennie could'nt hold it anymore.She quietly backed and ran from there. As she reached the near Cantine, her sobs subsided and her eyes twitched with envy and enmity.She will teach him a lesson for touching what's hers.

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On a fine thursday morning, jennie and Y/N sat next to each other. It was math. The whole class was divided into doing a group work. Some were immersed in work, some were chit-chatting, some were taking their morning naps. Y/N was busy doodling as jennie was helping the other classmate make cubical shapes, but her eyes wandered to the other girl every other minute.A few minutes later as the bell was about to rang, a teacher from their other department entered their classroom. Her face displayed both shock and distress. She surprised the students by grabbing their teacher's arms and dragging her out.

Confusion and hushed wisphers filled the classroom." Wtf was that?" Binna,the one whom jennie was helping exclaimed. " Don't know, guess principal called them",Jennie remarked eventhough it was crystal clear for her,what was happening.

As the bell rang, everyone exited the rooms, but abruptly stopped seeing a crowd near the hallway. The Library. What was happening there?Students pushed into crowd to see as their curiosity hiked. Y/N waited no second,as she grabbed jennie's arms and pushed through the throng. A soft gasp left from Y/N, resulted by the view in front of her.

There,a boy was lying on the floor at the end of the library's shelves, face extremely pale,his lips turning blue.The gurgling voices filled the chaos, with a white fluid making its way out of his mouth.He was o'ding. A faint amount of fine white powder layed beside him .Teachers and staffs rushed inside carrying the boy outside. The high pitched sirens of Ambulance echoed .

" Everybody ,go to your classes.NOW". Students slowly retreated to their classes, obviously excited to blather about the drama unfolded before them.Y/N recognised him, the boy she was recently fooling around with. What was his name? Jacob? Jaeyoon? Jisung?

"Damn getting a overdose right infront of the entire School "Y/N said looking at her Bestfriend. " He better pray he won't wake up any soon, or else his parents are gonna butcher send him to another world. Imagine the Principal's reaction to him after he gains consciousness. He is sure gonna get expelled" Y/N added. She did'nt give a fuck about the boy who was between her legs the whole week. Jennie saw that in her eyes, in her words. He was a nobody . Her plaything. It gave her satisfaction and relief.Nobody should matter to Y/N, other than her bestfriend.

Three days of stalking him gave Jennie the right amount of information she needed .He did drugs, but lighter ones,multiple times of the day. At the back of the Library,a 100 dollar bill in his hands.It was'nt a difficult job to slip in a much heavier and dangerous ones,which she got from a good loyal friend of hers into his bagpack." Ya well he better hope, grim reaper will visit him soon" Jennie responded, snaking her arms on Y/N's shoulder and drawing her closer. The girl's vanilla and macadamia mist filled jennie's nose, calming her heart and body. He would soon be expelled just like every other boy.

Nobody touches her girl and walk around like nothing happened. Sooner or later people will dissapear from Y/N's sight, making her dependent on her bestfriend, make her realise that jennie is all she needs. One day Jennie will make sure to bring her to a seventh heaven orgasm, that would make her bestfriend forget about all the fingers,tounges and cocks that once entered her. Y/N is Jennie's . From the day a bubbly Y/N asked a lonely jennie to be her bestfriend. They are meant to be together

Forever and ever.

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𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑲 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑺𝑶 𝑴𝑼𝑪𝑯 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑰𝑵𝑮 . 𝑯𝑶𝑷𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑳𝑰𝑲𝑬𝑫 𝑰𝑻.

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the first time sam wears a dress.

dean had been a boy from the moment he was placed into his mother’s arms as a baby, even though the doctors proclaimed otherwise. even mary knew, when she looked into her child’s eyes, that he was a boy.

and as he grew, mary was proved right. dean threw aside anything with bows or skirts, but his eyes, still filled with wonder at the time, would light up at the blue t-shirts with dinosaur print and the torn up jeans. so deanna turned to dean, and john accepted it as it was. he knew his wife, knew she wasn’t delusional. and when mary got pregnant again, the thought of another boy running around the house with little dean as an older brother filled their hearts with warmth.

maybe sam was too young for mary to know any better, to know that her second son was actually her only daughter. maybe if she had lived past sam’s six-month birthday, she would have dressed her in the little dresses dean had detested.

but mary was dead, and john didn’t care what the hell his boys’ thought. what mattered was raising two hunters, trained to take down the things that ruined their lives. and sam picked up on that at a young age, and kept the deepest parts of herself, *to* herself. all she knew was her older brother and her father; she never got a chance to see any femininity in her life. her life, which for as long as she remembered, was guns and training and learning all the lore.

now, sam is fourteen. now, she is curious about the girls she meets at one school or the other, all with long hair and pretty skirts and colored eyelids. now, sam doesn’t know what’s wrong with her and why she longs for those things.

dean had been out on a supply run with their father, leaving sam to study or do whatever reclusive nerds do in their free time. sam was told to stay home by both dean and john, and they expected her to do exactly that considering most of the time, she was a perfect, obedient son. but could you blame her for wanting a bit more? to want to explore her curiosities and find out what they mean?

so she went to the local thrift shop in their current, rundown town. just to look, that’s all! that’s at least what she told herself as she walked inside and made a beeline for the women’s section.

sam felt close to panicking as she yanks a pale green dress from the racks and rushes over to the cashier. she offers some vague comment that it’s *”for my sister,”* and quickly paid and rushed back to the motel.

it’s late when dean and john return. john retires to his own room immediately, grabbing a beer and bottle of whiskey on the way. he leaves dean to unload supplies and tuck them away wherever they belong in the impala, before he’s shambling into his shared room with sam.

sam, who is standing in front of the bathroom mirror, gazing intently at herself, turning this way and that to watch the flowy dress twirl around her. she’s so lost in her mind that she doesn’t look up until dean slams the door shut, staring at her with wide eyes.

“dean! i-i, uh, i was just-” sam rambles, stumbling over her words as she quickly yanks the dress over her head, balling it up and holding it behind her as if dean will forget she was ever wearing it. “i just thought it was cool, it’s nothing, i swear! please— please don’t tell dad.”

dean feels stupid very suddenly. has he been ignoring obvious signs, similar to ones he showed when he was yonguer? a well of grief opens up within him, one he has worked very hard on squashing into a tiny ball and shoving it in the back of his mind. he misses his mother, and wishes desperately that she were here to help him say the right things.

the look on dean’s face is unreadable as all of this passes through his mind, at least until he remembers to soften it. until he offers sammy a smile. “it’s cool. i get it.”

the words do nothing to quell sam's panic. she shuffles out of the bathroom, keeping the dress clutched tightly behind her as if revealing it to dean would incite some unknowable rage. she is already the freak of the family, the one who wants nothing to do with the guns and the hunting and the moving town to town. and now, she’s a boy who wears dresses. she doesn’s even have the vocabulary to express the fact that she doesn’t feel like a boy at all!

“i'll get rid of it,” she mutters, shoving it under her bed, scrambling to grab one of dean's hand-me-down shirts and pulling it on.

“sammy. it's okay.” dean steps foward as his words still seem to do nothing. he grabs sam's shoulders, forcing her to look at him. “stay,” he states, before he takes a step back and begins to pull off his shirt. sam's face is screwed up, a mixture of confusion and distress, but watches nonetheless as dean drops his shirt to the side, revealing his chest, wrapped in the bandages from their first aid kits as usual.

“i guess i never really explained this to you,” dean mumbles under his breath, scratching at the bandages which make his whole upper body ache, but make his skin crawl when they aren't there. sam fidgets uncomfortably as she stands before her brother, shifting from foot to foot. she doesn't understand what he means, and he *hates* not understanding.

“can we just drop it, please?” she whines, averting her eyes as suddenly, dean begins tugging the bandages from his chest.

“look at me, dumbass,” dean grits out, because he doesn't have the words to explain this any better than just showing sammy.

maybe if things were different. maybe if mary was still here, they would have learned about this together. and when sam finally felt like sharing how she felt, they would be able to explain it to her together.

but mary is dead, and dean doesn't know what he is or what sam is other than winchesters'.

sam lifts her eyes finally when dean tells her to, and it's like she's seeing his brother for the first time. sure, she has seen dean naked before. they've shared a room forever, lived in impossibly small quarters, sometimes just the impala's backseat when john was too tired or drunk to find them a place. dean’s chest was different than his own, but he had never really thought about it. dean was a boy, and sam was a boy, and he never knew anything other than that.

until now.

sam’s eyes well up with tears as she finally understands. she and her brother are the same, yet different. she understands, and she feels understood, and it's so entirely overwhelming that she can't help but sniffle and wipe at her wet eyes.

dean rolls his eyes, his cheeks heating up as he yanks his shirt back on. “knock it off, sammy,” he grumbles, but there is a note of fondness in his voice he can't help. “it's fine. we'll deal with it.”

they both know it's going to suck. dean was lucky to look boyish enough that he passed pretty well. under his dad's big jacket and his oversized, thrifted clothes, no one questioned him. but sam thinks it won't be quite the same for her. and what is she supposed to tell her dad?!

perhaps those are questions for another time.

when sam pulls the dress back on under her big shirt and crawls into bed that way, dean doesn't say anything. when dean wraps his chest again, sam looks away. she wonders if the bruises lining his sides hurt. she wonders why their bodies are the way they are, both itching for the other's skin. why must sam’s chest concave when dean wants nothing but a falt chest? why must dean hide curved hips under baggy jeans when sam wishes she had anything besides her stick-like figure?

the sibilings go to sleep, a little more in tune with the other, and a little bit sadder for the other.

[cupcakewebkinz]

I can touch the stars-?

𖤐 I let the twisted space nerd experience a planetarium, because she deserves it (she's very cute with her momma too it's so fluffy) 𖤐

✮ Caretakers of Twisteds au is mine!!! ✮

☆ @soupiestzilla look it's more fluff that I wrote randomly, I don't really have an explanation for this one lol ☆

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Today was a great day, a magical day, a beautiful day - for Vee at least. She was being taken somewhere, Veronica wouldn't say where though, and she was excited and patiently loafed in the truck as she drove. And by patiently loafed I mean shaking so violently with excitement and not shutting up about her curiousity about the world around them, which made Veronica have a really hard time staying focused on the road. Thankfully they just reached their destination without a problem, and Veronica sighed in relief when it was as empty as she expected it to be. She knew she had to plan this right or Vee would've killed someone- whether or not it would've been an accident was not something Veronica wanted to find out that day. Instead she parked the truck, got out, then helped her galaxy sweatshirt wearing daughter out of the back. Kinda fitting how she chose to wear that one and black sweatpants that day.

"We're here, and it's as quiet as I expected it. Please behave though, okay?" Veronica softly asked as she watched Vee stretch, the six foot tall robot looking massive and terrifying as she stretched at first- then went cat mode as she stretched like a cat in the parking lot. Vee then shook herself off like a dog, stood up fully, then grinned like an idiot.

"Of course I'll do my best to behave, I'm not an asshole on purpose. Just happens sometimes." Vee stated sweetly, getting back down into a lower position, just to rub her monitor against her mom sweetly like a massive cat giving their owner a headbutt. Veronica just laughed and gave her some affection, and so did a sweet elderly woman who was walking past.

"What a sweet massive robot... Looks just like Vee from uh... Gardenview... My kid loved that place..." The elderly softly spoke, making Vee pause.

"Oh actually-"

"Oh my goodness, you sound like her too! Oh how sweet... Would you like a butterscotch dear..?" The kind woman softly offered, and Vee very carefully took it like it was some sort of peace offering. The poor woman was then a victim of gentle Vee nuzzles and massive cat purring time, and she just gave the robot the love she desperately craved, Veronica just watching in disbelief for a bit.

"Vee, we have to go in now, we can't miss the show-"

"But... But she smells like grandma and lavender..." Vee whined, getting a laugh out of the sweet old woman.

"Oh don't worry dear, I'm going in there too, we'll see each other soon. Have fun now..." The elderly woman softly said, put an unopened bag of the butterscotch candies in Vee's hands, then she went inside the building quietly. Vee held the bag like it was a gift from a god, shaking a little.

"I love elderly people..."

"I'm very happy to know that, Vee. I'm really happy you still love hanging out with your older fans too... Let's go honey, I promise- you'll love this." Veronica sweetly soothed, gently taking Vee's free hand and watching her stand up to her full height again before she lead her inside. It was a space museum, and Vee was absolutely astonished by everything in it- but that wasn't why they were there. Veronica gently lead her shocked daughter to the planetarium, and as expected, it was near empty. Just a few other people here and there, Vee ignored them as she just sat down in a comfortable looking spot. Veronica sat on her lap, letting Vee hold her close.

"I love you, momma. I love you."

"You know where we are, don't you?"

"They're gonna let me touch the stars momma... I love the stars." Vee whispered, tail wagging itself into a motion blur. Veronica just smiled even more, especially when Vee stated purring excitedly. Though when the show started, Vee went silent- still- focused. Her eyes going huge as the domed room filled with the projection of the galaxy, her mouth a small "o" shape in awe. Veronica was giggling, watching as she reacted to finally being in a planetarium for the first time in years, as Vee obviously absolutely loved every second of it. Especially since she could touch the walls and admire the stars closely without anyone telling her not to, especially since she'd touch them so gently it was almost like she barely touched anything. She was mesmerized, softly touching all the stars around her, not even fake breathing anymore. The stars were all she could focus on now, and it was absolutely adorable, like watching a little kid discover their newest favorite toy. All eyes were on her at one point, but Vee never could make herself care, nor did Veronica even blame any of them for watching. Vee was definitely admiriable like that, being the little toon that was still deep down, the little curious robot that just wanted to touch the stars. Veronica sniffed as she wiped an eye on her shirt sleeve, not even realizing how comforting it was to see that curious and excited expression on Vee's face until she realized her vision was a little blurry.

"They really do let me touch the stars here mama..."

"Yeah, that's why I brought you to this one dear, I know you love that." Veronica whispered, though she squeaked when Vee picked her up, just to smile and let the robot take her hand and put it on one of the projected stars.

"You touch stars too." Vee whispered, smiling at her mom. Veronica just nodded once, chuckling a little until she realized which star she had put her hand on. It was the brightest one projected... It definitely was on purpose.

"It shines as bright as you, momma." Vee whispered so quietly it was barely heard. Veronica broke down crying.

"Thanks Vee..." She whispered back, getting a gentle nuzzle from the robot as they huddled together comfortably.

"I love you momma."

"I love you too, Vee."

Neither of them had noticed that someone had taken a picture of them like that, they just stayed close to each other, Vee's hand on Veronica's, both over a star.

They probably wouldn't have cared anyways.

After the planetarium unfortunately had to let them go again, Vee just carried her mom around the actual museum, and Veronica didn't even try to stop her. They just looked at everything together, ate astronaut food together at the gift shop, laughed at Veronica's horrible space themed puns together. They had a great time, just bonding and being the same inseparable duo they used to be back at Gardenview, the roles reversed now. Vee was the one showing Veronica everything now because of her new size, but they both didn't seem to care one bit. They were thriving, being silly, and Vee was finally being confident in public again.

They both immediately passed out on the couch together when they eventually got home, Veronica curled up against Vee, Vee clinging to her mother like their lives depended on her holding Veronica down. They looked as peaceful as ever though, and Shanon just smiled at the two doofuses as she covered them up in a blanket real quick, then went back to the kitchen. Shelly was in there, getting spoiled rotten by an old friend.

"They immediately passed out on the couch before they even knew you were here, Sam." Shanon stated casually as she strolled over to the oven, checking on her mac and cheese. Sam just laughed, giving Shelly another chocolate chip muffin, who just emitted a dino squeak of absolute joy as she devoured it excitedly.

"Do you think they'll ever notice the photo that my mom took in the planetarium on the fridge?" The red head asked, giggling as Shelly nuzzled her face into their hands. They immediately gave her the pets and kisses she wanted, getting more happy dinosaur squeaks and giggles from the way-too-excited-for-words fossil. Shanon looked at it, then shrugged as she looked back at the two, closing the oven again.

"They'll notice eventually, Sam. They always do. Still staying over for dinner?" Shanon asked, getting a look from the other handler, who now was giving the happy fossil a hug.

"I'm literally your neighbor, I'm always down for dinner with you idiots."

"So that's a yes then." Shanon stated, making Sam nod just once, not even flinching as Shelly picked them up. They were honestly expecting to be carried around in a dino hug when they got to see each other again. Shanon just laughed, also expecting that.

"Yeah, you're family now. Welcome to chaos, Sam." Shanon teased, getting a shrug from Sam as they just plopped their head against the fossil's shoulder.

"Glad to be back to handling toons... I think."

"Yeah, they're still toons, Sam."

"Glad to be back then."

[purpledemonlilyposting]

Lily is making throwaways to talk to herself now cause she's too afraid to turn anons back on.

[Lily's post]

There are so many golden nuggets in here. Since these are both most likely Lily lets look at a few!

Lily's media takes are beyond just bad, she asserts that the creators of children's cartoons are dangerous extremists for perceived bad messaging in their works that Lily just makes up.

Even without that Lily's takes on symbolism, metaphor, and just basic narrative structure are worth examining because they are some of the most bizarre and ignorant many of us have ever encountered.

But no one "orients their life around you", Lily. It just feels that way because you sit in your subsidized apartment on the internet all day ordering Door Dash from a Subway you could easily walk to. I'd say get some sun but you'd probably turn to ash like a vampire.

As for me? I do something you're incapable of: putting on a show.

No one cares you're trans, Lily. Get over it. Plenty of trans people exist in online nerd culture. You can't hide from the consequences of your own words and actions by using your demographic as shield.

Pfft. They could try. Go ahead. Make videos about me. Hell, Lily, unlike you I don't even hold or delete comments. The little anklebiters who like to lecture me in my comment section don't seem to realize I'm the one allowing them to be there expressing their stupid ignorant opinions because that aligns with my principles.

Lily doesn't make a video about me because she knows I'd just react to and laugh at it. And with any luck YouTube has taken her ability to copyright strike away because she's used it maliciously 9 times.

Also retard. Just say retard, Lily. Not "tradigrade" not "child left behind" not "fetal alcohol syndrome". Just say retard.

You clearly want to. And are bitter you can't because of the insular audience you've cultivated.

This is how I know it's you because only Lily Orchard could be upset I criticized the bland Antarctica anime for being a bland Antarctica anime the sole focus of which is to get 4 teenage moeblobs on a big technical ship. Which is written by a middle aged man who does nothing but moeblob shows and directed by a woman who does nothing but moeblob shows. They both worked on No Game No Life, Lily. You know. This:

The one with the 11 year old loli in love with her step brother. Actually Lily it sounds right up your alley. You should watch it next.

Antarctica show is so full of so many plot contrivances. Why does Shirase just carry her wad of Antarctica cash everywhere and dropped it so carelessly? It's sure convenient that her and Kimari just happen to go to the same school and Kimari happens to hear her loudly wailing about the money in the bathroom. How does Hinata, a 16 year old high school drop out who works in a convenience store think she can even hope to afford this trip? Where are her parents in this anyway? We never see them.

The girls only get on the trip in the first place because another girl who is a child star vlogger just happens to be also going and just happens to contact them wanting them to go in her stead. And after making friends with them she tells her mother that she won't go without the other 3 girls but... the rest of the expedition that adamantly refused to let them on before just suddenly agrees to take them? Because this one minor celebrity and her manager mom who isn't even going said so? Takako only wanted to go to Antarctica because it just sounded neat, she's not an artic researcher, or engineer, or anything that would justify her being out there (a woman in STEM? Perish the thought says 50 year old Jukki Hanada I guess) and she died out in a blizzard trying to get a laptop to email her daughter who she has now left motherless for no good reason. And this is only ever treated as heartwarming and not idiotic.

Face it Lily. The entire show exists just to get 4 teenage girls on a big ship so otaku men can enjoy both brainless moeblobs and technical ship porn. The show sure likes to emphasize over and over how the girls are joshi kosei too. Why couldn't the show have been about the trip of the adult women (who incidentally also act like brainless teenage girls in the show)?

Yeah you guys aren't winning against me on Utena lol. Here, have my post where I have the video walking people through the episode itself. If you want to ignore the actual text of the series in order to appear morally forthright that's your own problem:

And everyone on the bus clapped, and that Asian woman's name? Albert Einstein. What does this have to do with anything except poisoning the well by linking this unsourced incident in peoples' minds to Ant and I?

Also it's Twitter. So Twitter is bad and unreasonable here, but they're not bad and unreasonable when they're squawking at me over a classic anime they've never even watched. Or squawking at Ant cause "L-L-Lily is totes a Native trans woman?? So you can't criticize any of the batshittery that spews constantly from her face hole??"

Ah now we're on to Lily's response to herself.

Oh look out Ant, Lily's got damning screenshots she just can't show anybody right now.

Probably similar to when she happily accepted a screenshot from Poppy of Poppy being creepy to Courtney and tried to blame Courtney for it.

Lily you attract attention when people talk about you because the wider nerdy internet knows your takes are insanely bad. And they know your takes are all tangled up in your personal dramas and heinous actions. They can tell. You're not as subtle as you think you are.

I cut together my response to your bad Utena takes in your 2023 Steven Universe video on a whim and slapped it on my completely unestablished personal YouTube account. It got 5k views in a few days. That's how disliked you are.

Nobody knows who I am but you sure copyright struck 4 of my livestream VODs trying to take my channel down. The 4 VODs where I most talk about your blatantly obvious incest fetish at that. Nobody knows who I am but I've gained 10k subs in 6 months primarily from dunking on you. Because I'm better at YouTube than you are.

And people do bitch at me for saying retard constantly. And you know why I keep doing it? Because the ones who most often tell me not to are some of the most annoying, entitled, self-righteous, puritanical control freaks and it's an easy way to weed them out.

By the way have fun trying to find a lawyer within 10 days who will tell you "Why yes, Lily, you can absolutely copyright these videos of yours full of footage that belong to Viacom, Netflix, Amazon, Toei Animation, Dreamworks, Activision-Blizzard, and many more!"

[samarfamilygaza]

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They burned the children while they were sleeping. Their tiny bodies scorched. Their skin melted from the flames.

And the world kept scrolling. As if this is just another piece of news. As if this horror is something we should get used to.

How can such cruelty be met with silence? How can innocent lives be destroyed without outrage?

My heart breaks every day thinking of what my daughters are growing up around, fear, fire, and death. I am doing everything I can to get my family out of Gaza, to give my children a chance at safety, at life.

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[glitter-stained]

Idea: for his first time coming back to Crime Alley during his revenge plot, before establishing himself as a crime lord, Jason saves a kid. The kid asks him his name then informs him that it's ridiculous, and that a fairy tale name isn't scary at all so he should change it if he wants to scare the bad guys and also that his helmet isn't even a hood so it's stupid. Jason goes home in a daze, has a crisis, and brainstorms ideas.

Here is the list he comes up with, based on the fact he's a dramatic nerd, and ranked from my personal least favourite to top favourite.

The Creature : I feel like Jason would be the type of person to scream at people who call the Creature Frankenstein, but also argues that the real monster in the story is indeed Frankenstein; that name is thus a book accurate reference, while simultaneously highlighting and rubbing in Bruce's face that he created the villain by making himself his father and then abandoning him. My issue with this is that I associate the concept of cryptid vigilant creature with Cass so much giving the name to Jason feels wrong.

Rhapsody : Rhapsody of a Windy Night (by TS Eliot ofc) is THE poem I think of when I think about Jason in relation to Crime Alley, so this is a cool looking name cementing his identity as a crime lord/ vigilante as linked to this place. Unfortunately, most people would think either music themed villain or Queen reference and nobody would get the reference which would piss Jason off.

The Dead Poet: That idea is not mine, I unfortunately lost the post that suggested it so feel free to link it if you do. I absolutely love it, 100% nerd and batman villain, only reason it's low is I like the others more.

Antigonish: That's the title of a creepy poem/nursery rhyme by Mearns about a ghost haunting a house (yesterday upon the stairs/i saw a man who wasn't there...) very leaning in the creepy, undead, haunting the narrative vibe, and I think he'd fuck with the aesthetic so much, I think he'd wage psychological warfare against Batman with references to Jason's death.

Prometheus: A classic, the curse of non consensual immortality while also being a protector and enlightener of the people, defying the authority and saying I will break your rule in the name of what I think matters more. I think he'd like the way it lets him simultaneously say fuck you to Bruce and keep in mind who he's supposed to protect. Yes, I know Prometheus is a pre existing villain and I hate him, let's just ignore that.

Chrysothemis: this one is such a smartass reference he's such a little shit I think he'd love it. A classic myth from the trojan war is Agamemnon sacrificing his daughter Iphigenia to Artemis in order to be able to go on his mission (wage war against Troy), and when he comes back from Troy, Clytemnestra kills him in revenge, and then the family hunts eachother for sports (see the Oresteia). In Sophocles's Electra, Chrysothemis is the name of the daughter of Clytemnestra who, unlike Electra, doesn't condemn/ protest against their mother for killing Agamemnon to avenge Iphigenia. I think it's particularly funny because Chrysothemis literally means "golden law". Maybe not the most badass sounding but god would it be so funny.

Lightbearer : (the title of Lucifer). Again, maybe not the most badass but Jason is a nerd and he'd fuck with it. "But isn't Jason the christic equivalent of the Bruce/Jason/Joker trinity?" I hear you ask and the answer is yes, but on a meta level, this is what the reader is allowed to see. Jason? He's read Paradise Lost and agrees Satan/Lucifer was right, projected Bruce on God, and made it his whole personality. I think Lightbearer!Jason would quote Paradise Lost/make references to it all the time during their arguments, denouncing Batman's abandonment of Crime Alley and say "I'd rather rule in hell than serve in heaven", tell him that he has no obligation to play by his rules because "just because you were here first doesn't make you the rightful ruler of this city". This also goes well with my hcs about Crime Alley being a little fucked up and loving their local crime lord/vigilant, with graffitis and nicknames treating him like the Alley's Angel/guardian angel but in a fucked up, fallen angel way, like that's our patron saint and he's made of the same shit that we are, he's not holier-than-though cause he's not holy but he's ours.

Anyway feel free to share which ones you prefer and add ideas!!!

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Am I the asshole for using very harsh words after trying to defend my sister?

So, me (17F) have a little sister (14F) and we study on the same school. My sister is usually very shy, but a very fun kid to be around when you meet her. She's kind, smart and very funny. She knows how to fight when she has to protect someone (me, our cousins, etc) because she is a very loyal person, but she doesn't know how to even yell when someone fights to her. She gets embarrassed easily and gets nervous, she chooses to ignore.

She's chubby (which it doesn't make her any less beautiful) and she already faced some unfunny jokes from other people before, which made her insecure about her body, but something so serious never happened to her... Until two weeks ago. So, I was hanging around with my friends, going back to my classroom when the school break was over. But one of my sister's little friend came to me and told my sister was crying in the bathroom and didn't wanted to get back to class.

My heart skipped a beat and I ran straight to the bathroom. When I got there, my sister's nerd little friends were all around her trying to talk to her, and she was there: her head hidden in her hands and hipcupping so much she couldn't even talk to me. One of her friends told me there was a girl in her class (let's call her Amanda) that was bullying her for at least a month, but now Amanda got worse: she called my sister an ugly cow in front of the whole class and said my sister's ginger hair looks bad. And Amanda also put chewed gum in her hair. Man, my vision got red. I was out of the bathroom before anyone could stop me and the only thing I heard was my sister telling me to don't go. But it didn't matter. That friend (the one that came to me to tell me about my sister) was following me and told which one of the kids walking to the classroom was Amanda. When I laid my eyes on Amanda, I realized that I've seen her around the school halls before. I know her kind: those young girls that are not even on highschool but try to act older. Using long ass nails and talking loudly about inappropriate things so she can be that girl. I tapped her back, she turned to me and I said "Are you the bitch bothering [my sister's name]?" and... Well, that's when the chaos began.

Basically, all the kids from her class and other classes were watching it all. Amanda was still acting all tough and saying she was just joking, that my sister was too weak to handle the truth and told me to fuck off. I also said some shit to her (I'm not gonna say some words because I think is inappropriate even for tumblr, but the least offensive thing I said was that she needed to grow tf up. And I called her a whore). But there was something that now is a water divider. Amanda is black and has a afro hair, that's always in a Black Power style. and I'm not racist. Never been. I don't even know what happened in this specific moment, but I was so done with her attitude that I think maybe I lost my head a bit? Amanda was trying to play victim saying I was making this a big deal. My sister's friend (that was having my back the whole fight) threw in Amanda's face that she got gum stuck on my sister hair, and Amanda said "yes, and? What she [and proceeded to point at me] gonna do about that, huh? try to stick gum in my hair too?" and I said "I don't need the gum, a comb can do the work already. Can you even pet your head without losing your hand?"

For a moment is like everyone went silent.

And the in the next moment, Amanda was screaming her lungs in the hall, yelling "fuck you". And said "not so fun when somebody makes fun of your hair now, right bitch?". Anyway, the teaches broke up the fight, everyone went back to class (and gladly my sister went back to class with no problem, her friends had her back). Amanda got detention and the principal will have some serious talk with Amanda and her mom (that wasn't any happy about her daughter behaving like a bully). Like I said, that was two weeks ago. Everything went to normal but some people still talk about it. My friends say that I am right, but they're saying I should be more careful next because what I said was racist. I didn't even realised how bad that sounded until now, because when the fight was happening, I could only thinking about different ways I could jump in her throat. My other friend said that he thought it was good that I said that, because, racist or not, now the girl will think twice before hating someone's hair too. My teacher (one of the teachers that broke up the fight) said she was at my side, but that I should be more careful because I I ran the risk of losing my reason.

Now I'm seriously thinking, I'm feelling kind of guilty now. Was I the asshole or not? Saying that was a bad move, even if my intention was just making her taste her own medicine?

[revelingrexan]

I DO A DISORGANIZED LIVEBLOG(-ish thing) ABOUT HAZBIN HOTEL EPISODE 5 AND WHY I LIKE HAZBIN'S LUCIFER... PART 2!!!!

HERE'S A LINK TO BIG OL' YAPPIN' PART 1 !!! I LIKE INCLUDING IMAGES TO BREAK UP TEXT BLOCKS, AND TUMBLR LIMITS POSTS TO 30 IMAGES (much better than the original 10 tho!!), SO THIS SECOND PART IS TO RESET MY "ALLOWED IMAGES" COUNT LOL

(note there may be weird capitalization and weird word choices because i used voice-to-text for a lot of this due to a sprained hand. if any sentences don't make sense, please let me know and i'll fix them! just not the weird capitalization. that's staying. as is Alastor getting misspelled as "Alastair." thank Google's voice dictation for that lol)

SO!!!

DEAR READER, AFTER TAKING NOTE THAT I'LL HAVE A MIX OF CRITIQUE AND FANGIRLING IN THIS POST ABOUT EPISODE 5 (and will be yapping quuiiiiiite a bit)...

WE'LL BE STARTING WITH THE SONG "HELL'S GREATEST DAD!!"

(i bold some of the text that differentiates scenes to make reading/skimming easier)

HA AGAIN PSYCHING YOU OUT. I'M ACTUALLY COPY-PASTING THE DISCLAIMERS FROM PART 1 AND ADDING THE FIRST ONE

i very clumsily discuss racism and classism. because this show's Lucifer is... yeah. i'm not confident i can write adequately on those topics without help, so feel free to cringe at those parts (i'll be cringing too) or even feel free to offer insights or corrections if you'd like

don't worry if you don't know what i'm talking about with the animation or art stuff, and don't worry if you like parts i didn't because i was distracted by the animation (especially the song "More than Anything"). i'm just a picky nerd. also, if you want, you can ask about animation things and i can explain. i love rambling about animation!!! :D

i get a bit personal about mental health stuff and other things, but i don't think any of it requires trigger warnings; i'm generally pretty vague on specifics and i don't talk about anything too severe

again, bad body, sprained hand, lots of voice-to-text. some word choices might not make sense, so feel free to point those out, but i won't fix capitalizations or Alastor's misspelled "Alastair" name lol

NOW TO THE LIVE BLOGGING AND RAMBLES

Lucifer's "alright then" before the song Hell's Greatest Dad reads to me as "Okay, my daughter is struggling and not really competent. But this other guy who's been annoying me doesn't seem competent either, or at least i'm better than him, so I'll show off and demonstrate to my daughter just how helpful I can be" (overbearing parent wanting to do everything, missing Why their kid asked for help and not seeing them as an adult. i honestly can't tell how much of that read is me projecting or actually part of the writers', Jeremy's, and animators' intentions jqkf;jkqusk;jskj;qu)

the song Hell's Greatest Dad is all about Lucifer doing that thing that parents and people in relationships need to constantly be warned about: stepping in to "solve" The other person's problems without listening to what the problems actually are or without letting the other person feel understood. first of all, Lucifer is ignoring what Charlie asked for: getting heaven to listen to her ideas

--- whether he's genuinely forgotten or is willfully stepping over it, it doesn't really matter to me. mainly, he's doing the very classic "rich or constantly working parent" thing of thinking money or power will solve or take care of any relationship problems with their kid, without actually understanding the importance of simply spending TIME with their kid

--- outside this one ask about heaven, Charlie just wants a relationship with her dad and his approval, But her dad thinks she essentially needs and wants material resources and the power/clout he can swing around. Alistair catches on to What Charlie is actually looking for and what Lucifer is obliviously missing (or ignoring), so Alastor focuses on how he's helped with her hotel, which is something important to Charlie and acts as a way of indirectly telling her that she's doing a good job, which further indirectly says he's proud of her: which is also what Charlie actually wants (and bonus points to Alistair, he already earlier explicitly said, "We're all very proud of her" lol)

--- anywho, yeah, the song HGD = Lucifer is stupid and he's sensitive about being a good dad :p he's trying and i love him but he's stupid

--- (at the same time, he doesn't have any role models or resources in hell for being a good parent. and parenting literally didn't even exist when he and Lilith were banished to Hell since humanity was that new. so of course he wouldn't know what to do other than what seems most immediately "correct" to him, which is using his abundant resources and power to help his kid)

--- (i don't truly believe the writers had the above point in mind, but it's how i'll be headcanoning and understanding Lucifer :p also it just makes sense)

i know many people don't, but I actually enjoyed Mimzy barging into the song :p

i have a pretty neutral opinion on Alastair (i know he's supposed to be mYsTeRiOuS but that's not often interesting to me. that opinion is just a personal preference thing, not a writing critique), and this post is mostly about Lucifer anyway lol, so skipping all of Alastair's backstory in favor of explaining this message to my friend:

"lose the hair" because There's a character i really like called Black Hat from a cartoon with a style very similar to Vivziepop's

(I ACTUALLY DISCOVERED THE CARTOON HE'S FROM, VILLAINOUS, BECAUSE I THOUGHT HE WAS A TEASED HAZBIN CHARACTER LOOOOOOL.) Black Hat and Lucifer's designs/design concepts are almost identical, except for of course their color schemes. and the hair XD

(Black Hat, as far as i'm concerned, has a reptilian vibe, so it feels right to me that he doesn't have hair. Lucifer seems snake-coded -- and thus reptilian -- himself, so I surmise he could pull off a hairless look if he got the right hat for it lol)

skipping now to Lucifer, Charlie, and Vaggie talking on the balcony

zoning out depressed king lol

in the fandom, there seems to be a mix as to whether people interpret his response to Charlie as purposefully avoiding the question (Charlie: ~"What do you think about the hotel?" [altho she's actually asking "What do you think of the idea of redeeming sinners here"] Lucifer: ~"Oh! It does look very nice now, doesn't it?") or just Not realizing what she was actually asking because of his dissociating/zoning out. I favor avoiding the question myself. I have a little ramble I could give on that, mainly about his facial expression in the hallway from the previous scene and the expressions he makes before starting his real reply, but I don't find it all that important and, more importantly for this specific post ("I like Lucifer because..."), That's more evidence of him trying to avoid outright discouraging Charlie and hurting her feelings (but again, it's not that important to me. my opinion of his character wouldn't change dramatically if we learned he was just ineptly trying to re-enter the conversation). I've answered people with clumsy topic avoidance plenty of times before, with both adults and kids. Is it always the best way to respond? No. can it be useful in keeping relationships decent? Sure, but mainly with relationships where you don't want to go deeper than maybe acquaintances.

OH HE'S RACIST

OH HOLY CRAP OH DANG. OH. ARE THE WRITERS AWARE HOW RACIST THIS IS COMING OFF. OKAY MAYBE NOT TECHNICALLY RACIST (PROBABLY MORE TECHNICALLY CLASSIST OR SOMETHING), BUT DANG THIS IS BAD. YIKES

---an aside, again, mainly for future me, and here's the part where a lot of my ignorance may come through: here's why Lucifer's balcony rant feels more racist than classist to me. it's about inherent incapability and inherent negative qualities of a whole group, and about excluding said group from having any worth, personhood, or potential.

---(and, actually, for future me: i don't think i once thought about classism on my first view and only got reminded of that and how that might be more technically correct once i saw fandom people mention it. classism gets mentioned fairly often with Lucifer, but i think i've only seen one other person mention racism. on my first view, i'm pretty sure i was just "OH. OH NO HE'S SO RACIST. AND I DON'T THINK THE WRITERS EVEN KNOW")

---maybe surprisingly, i don't even think it was him saying, "[T]hese… SINNERS (said with disgust)… y'know, they're just the worst" that had me "yikes"ing. i think it was "I don't know how much you can realistically expect from them in Heaven."

---that line reminded me of historic arguments about why black people or other disadvantaged minorities shouldn't be given resources or opportunities such as formal education, the kind of arguments that some people still make in especially closed and discriminatory groups: ~"they inherently are less capable, so it's a waste of time and resources."

EDIT 11 JUNE: OKAY I WAS JUST HAVING FUN COLLECTING LUCIFER FRAMES AND I FINALLY CAN SEE WHY I HAD SUCH A STRONG REACTION AGAINST THE LINE "I DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH YOU CAN REALISTICALLY EXPECT FROM THEM IN HEAVEN."

"I don't see how much you can-

realistically

EXPECT from them in Heaven."

i don't have much an analysis i can think of for the emphasis on "realistically" (that'd probably more end up about him implying Charlie is too naive), but the eyebrow raise and hand opening on that word emphasize the moment. his lopsided mouth in all three of these screenshots also show disgust.

it's the emphasis on "EXPECT" in the third screenshot and in Jeremy's delivery that surprised me. the line is dripping with contempt for sinners. but it's done so naturally (kudos to Jeremy and the animators, especially Jeremy), that it literally took me collecting screenshots over a year later to solidly confirm for myself "okay there was something to my going 'whoa hold up on that line' on my first watch."

(end edited addition)

---i'm not as knowledgeable on classism as with racism (and i don't consider myself especially knowledgeable on racism, either, since i'm white in the US, and a majority of my experiences with and knowledge about racism are secondhand), so maybe similar arguments could be said about why these same statements are more classist than racist. but anyway.

ho boy, man. i wasn't -- and still am not -- sure how intentionally racist Lucifer sounds here. as in, idk if racism was the writers' intention here. i was, and mostly still am, suspecting they were just going for "Lucifer doesn't approve of Charlie's plan because he doesn't like sinners," without any sort of particular real world connection or discussion intended.

---a few bullet points down, starting with bolded "i ESPECIALLY", i discuss why i'm pretty sure the writers didn't know and what they could have done to show they had been aware of the racist implications

---(mainly included the above Helluva Boss screenshot because we needed a picture to break up this wall of text lol. also i'm going to take a second to mention the Helluva Boss episode it's from, as well as how i approach Vivziepop's content as a whole)

---Hazbin ep 5 aired before Helluva Boss's episode Mastermind, which had some of the best and clearest overlap of racism and classism in Vivzie's stories, as well as simply the clearest demonstration of those prejudices. so, since the most (that i can remember right now -- feel free to remind me of other moments) we'd seen of discrimination in Helluva Boss was people talking about imps with disdain (Stella getting angry with Stolas for sleeping specifically with an imp, and Stolas and Blitzo's relationship also getting pointed out with disbelief in the season 1 finale) and the monetary gaps between the Goetia and many of the other hellborns, i was shocked through Lucifer's rant and going "probably the writers don't know. they don't know just HOW bad this sounds."

---i ESPECIALLY lean toward "the writers didn't know how racist Lucifer sounds" because, both in this balcony scene and later in the ep when Lucifer's haughtily basically going "told ya so" to Charlie as the hotel gets destroyed, NO ONE tells Lucifer that anything he's saying or has said is messed up. Charlie just says, "These are our people! We have to TRY!" Her dialogue is all only focused on the hotel, redemption, and her own goals, NOT that Lucifer needs to shut up about his prejudices

---if racism WERE on the writers' minds, the words "racist" or "racism" might not get used, but i could easily imagine some moment like Angel Dust going "hey, hold on now. maybe we're all fucked up here in Hell, and, sure, you're Lucifer and 'the king' or whatever, but what the actual fuck makes you think it's okay to say something like that?" or simply Charlie going "DAD! You--You--! Dad, that's a horrible thing to say!!"

---an aside: I think I've only seen/heard one fan other than me explicitly call him racist (...and that one fan is other than one of my friends after i was talking with them about all this lol and they went "OH NO LUCIFER'S MY FIRST RACIST FAVE" (/genuine but also lighthearted comment from them, and this friend is a minority), so. three fans now: me, friend, and the following). the one fan was contumaciousarcadia in their fic "What A Soul Can Accomplish," which was cool because this author does like Lucifer and still absolutely called him out in-story about racism. But, whether my impression about some lines of his having racist tones is correct or not, there is a fair amount of Lucifer hate out there, and some people who dislike him make him into quite the bully in their fanworks, so I suspect the opinion of him being racist or otherwise prejudiced (which he is UNDOUBTEDLY the latter) is drifting about. aside end.

---a pattern in Vivzie's shows is their thematic inconsistency. even if one episode tackles a topic adequately, it may not be treated as thoughtfully in future content, seemingly sometimes even getting forgotten. so, for example, even if racism and classism are discussed well in one episode, that doesn't mean much to me about how well understood those topics will be in future episodes. i take everything on a case-by-case and episode-by-episode basis, as much as i can. (the same goes for other stories by other creators, but often when an important theme gets brushed aside, something about that particular installment usually feels like "filler" content anyway. that's not the case for Vivzie's shows)

---.....i lost my train of thought on how the above bulletpoint is connected to the rest of this section, but i'll keep it lol because it's important in how i approach watching Vivzie's content.

...not sure how to move on from all that, so i'll jump into the next scene, where the loan sharks are destroying the hotel and Lucifer is basically "told ya so"ing at Charlie

Lucifer being so flippant, smug, and even unintentionally cruel about being "proven right" is very familiar to me, with me unfortunately being the smug person. I have some siblings and cousins who are significantly younger than me, so I've viewed myself as a parent of sorts at times. I admittedly can be petty, and, as embarrassing as it is to admit, it can be nice to feel justified at being proven right when the advice you gave a kid is ignored.

---I don't remember specifically what happened, but I do have a distinct memory of one of my cousins being upset with me and avoiding me after I basically did a "told you so" to them. I felt great at first, honestly. But then I realized I didn't like how it was affecting our relationship in the long term. (I honestly don't know how much time passed between me feeling smug and me realizing, actually, i messed up. could have just been the same day lol. May have been a few visits. honestly don't know, but things seemed to improve eventually) so I had to acknowledge that the "told you so" approach wasn't helpful. I mean like, duh, obviously "told you so" isn't going to lead to someone respecting or listening to you lol

anyway, No need to make the ramble on that longer, But I saw Lucifer being happy as he basically says, "I told you so" to Charlie, and I was like, "dude, that is the wrong approach. you're shooting yourself in the foot if you want to be welcome in her life. But... real and understandable reaction lol (that i hope i won't make the mistake of repeating)"

Lucifer's character is also made more interesting to me because it seems heavily implied both in this scene and during More than Anything that he's attempted redeeming sinners before. ("This is exactly what I'm talking about, Charlie! :) You build something nice, you invite people in and offer them everything, and they just bring VIOLENCE and CHAOS to your doorstep. It doesn't matter how well-intentioned you are! they're always going to disappoint you." + in 'More than anything,' "I've tried this all before" and there is a far camera shot as Lucifer gestures to the hotel as a whole)

as Lucifer and Charlie watch Alastair rip apart the loan sharks, me @ Lucifer: oh my gosh, shut up you idiot lol. Charlie hates you right now.

Charlie moving away from Lucifer when he playfully nudges her also feels familiar to me, This time feeling more like this is something that I probably did with my much younger brother at some point. probably after the cousin thing, because I also associate this latter memory with being startled at my brother's response. like I thought I'd been gentle enough or whatever in my "lesson" to make him not be upset with me, But his response made me realize I was wrong about how "careful" i'd been on my delivery, and i needed to give more consideration toward how he was viewing the situation, rather than just living in my own internal "told you so" that I'd been trying to not be smug about

Lucifer: "Y'see? What'd I tell you? Charliiiee~ Sinners are violent psychopaths hellbent on causing as much pain and destruction as they can. (chuckling:) There's really no point in trying." OH LUCIFER IS SO RACIIIIIIISSSSSTTTTTTT. these lines remind me of things people would say to justify all sorts of awful actions, with those actions stemming from the belief that they're doing the right thing by "civilizing a lesser group," or even using such mindsets to justify actions as horrible as genocide

IN THIS VERY SPECIFIC CONTEXT WITH LUCIFER, IT'S HARD TO FULLY FAULT HIM WHEN HE'S LITERALLY IN HELL AND, OTHER THAN HIS WIFE AND EVE, SINNERS ARE POSSIBLY THE ONLY HUMANS HE'S SEEN EVER SINCE HE GAVE HUMANITY FREE WILL, BUT DANG. THIS IS STILL NOT GREAT

honestly, I don't know what my opinion on this version of Lucifer would be if I significantly experienced racism in my life. I can see where some people's distaste for him comes from and why there's "bully-ification" of him in some fan stories

...i really don't know how to transition topics, especially more serious ones. so uh, Now going back to him just being a bad parent by jarringly starting off talking about me again

I am inclined to think it was probably just a one-day thing with my cousin who I "told you so"d. when Lucifer deflated and understood silly-quick "oh dang I messed up" from Charlie's accusation (Charlie about Alastor: "How come HE can believe in me and my own dad can't?" and Lucifer's smugness immediately falls to sad realization), i was like "lol he just like me fr"

---even on my first view, my relating to his immediate understanding was tinged with grimacing irony. his change in mindset or mood seems more to do with the show's breakneck pacing than thoughtful character development

MOVING ONTO "MORE THAN ANYTHING"

sadly i didn't get much from the song on my first watch other than "OH MY GOODNESS YAY LOL MY FAVE IS GETTING A SECOND SONG" + "OOF. PAINFULLY INCONSISTENT AND BAD ANIMATION" + "okay yeah he loves Charlie and he's scared of Heaven. we been knew"

i mean, yeah:

this episode (and Hell's Greatest Dad being the most played video on Amazon's YouTube channel) was a MASSIVE eyeopener for me in regards to what most people notice when watching animation. i genuinely thought other people's main reaction to episode 5 would be outrage at the animation quality dip, but i've still seen literally no one mention it.

again, this is NOT me saying anything negative about others or that people aren't allowed to enjoy parts that i was distracted for. this is me recalibrating my baselines. basically, it's me reminding myself of a version of this lol, but for animation and observing changes in art style and animation techniques:

i don't have a lot to say, either, about the ending of the episode, other than i found Lucifer's parting incredibly sweet ("Good luck, kiddo"), Charlie's dismissal or ignorance of Vaggie's discomfort concerning, and Vaggie's reaction closing the episode also concerning but funny (a forced unenthusiastic "Yaaaaaaay...")

one last note about the writing of episodes 5 and 6 that's not part of my first ep 5 view, because i would have needed to have watched episode 6 (and this REALLY BUGS ME):

Charlie wanted to talk with Heaven and reached out to her dad to get that talk with them because the hotel's "not working," and she's terrified of the impending extermination. she wants sinners to be getting redeemed!

but then... episode 6 is about how the hotel DOES "work."

that's a HUGE switch in motivations that never gets explained or acknowledged. it was like Charlie's original reason for wanting to talk with Heaven ("It's not WORKING!") was forgotten and the writers continued with the accidentally new motivation, of instead "proving" the hotel to Heaven

IN CONCLUSION:

i'm currently absurdly obsessed with Lucifer because he's a silly relatable duck man with: a VERY relatable poor coping mechanism, incredibly portrayed depression, and SUPER fun expressiveness,

and it's endearing how he's trying so hard to do the right thing for Charlie (even tho he's clueless and sucks at it)

(....huh. is. is that it. after all of these thousands of words? ...i guess so!)

........aaaaaaaaaaaand YEAH!! i think that's all!!! XD

i might make a third part where i ramble about more aspects of this guy that i appreciate that have literally nothing to do with the writing or episodes themselves (e.g. why i enjoy drawing him and his further connections to my Villainous brainrot lol) and might also include my expectations about Lucifer in season 2 (while acknowledging that he's still a side character, no matter how much i love him or how popular he is or even how much Vivzie herself seems to like him lol), but i wanna finish this and schedule the posts!

if you made it this far: HUH? HI. I'M GENUINELY SHOCKED. but also thanks so much and you're awesome! 🦆🍎

thanks again for checking out my post(s)! later!