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gogolstoelicker · 3 years ago

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Okay so, I saw your post on Monoca and I got excited. So what about a Junko Enoshima mc? She highly intelligent, cunning, somewhat impulsive, extremely manipulative, and violent and cruel without remorse. She was a highly toxic individual, being both physically and mentally abusive to everyone around her and wears interesting clothes... You don't HAVE to do this you can just delete this ask if your not comfortable! Have an amazing day/night dearie!

Twisted wonderland with a Junko!MC

warning(s): mentions of abuse

notes: hooboy. i feel bad for everyone but especially riddle

and honestly i genuinely have no idea how to write for her so LNSKABSJ

Apathetic and easily bored to an unhealthy and abnormal degree, it came to the point where you even got bored of yourself. Because of this, your behavior and mannerisms tended to be extremely erratic and unstable by your own autonomous design.

Highly intelligent, cunning, somewhat impulsive, extremely manipulative, and violent and cruel without remorse. You're a highly toxic individual, being both physically and mentally abusive to everyone around you.

Heartslabyul:

hoooboy😁😁

well trey def did try to seperate u from riddle considering how u act

not to mention, those personality switch of yours are quite confusing

they had a REALLY hard time dealing with u

it came to the point ace, deuce and grim is a better option than u LMFOAOAOOA

well i mean they're not wrong?

you may or may not have gotten ace's wake up call beating?

well not like it worked anyway but he tries

you know what they said, u never know until u try!!

well this def doesn't work out and they should stop bc ur unpredictability is kind of scary¿!¡"'!5(@$4(

well its not like they like u but they tried their best to help u at least

riddle even tried to bring u to counseling lmao

cater tried too with many more help but again, it never worked

so uh

maybe team work makes the dream work????

Savanaclaw:

all i can say is that nobody will like u im sorry

actually, not sorry. deserve

go break em teeth leona!!

actually naw he might just

scowl at u and avoid u forever

like hm? i smell the prefect🤔

*sleeps on top of a tree or smth

ruggie avoids u too

hes busy enough as it is, he doesn't need or want to deal with u

if he were to ever run into u, he would probably just

just do some 💃🕺distract👯‍♂👯‍♀ his way out of there

well if it works??5!6"5!6(5

jack is probably the one who genuinely tried to help u out?

he might deny it but

but he means well!

if u try anything to him, i will fight u at mcdonald's parking lot

Octavinelle:

jade and floyd probably thought of it as amusing

well they're weird like that

floyd had a hard time keeping up with ur personality switch

so he got mad

and i got depressed or mad too

and then it turned into an emotional breakdown

well just u tho

and then it turned to uh

happy murder discussion?

well good for u for finding a friend?

jade would entertain u here and there if hes not busy

hes entertaining himself too anyway

the way u went from 👑 to 💔 to 👹 to 🤩 to 💪 is kind of funny anyway

azul is

yeah

sick and tired thats what he is

he might even ban u from monstro lounge if its not for the fact that the tweels enjoying ur presence

Scarabia:

oh jamil def HAIYAAHHH WATAHHHH his way with u

well if u tried anything that is

esp if its directed to kalim

like you're getting close to him? HAIYAH

you're trying to talk to him? HUHHHH

you're LOOKING at his direction? he's calling u in front if Sam's store to fight

/hj

Sam's store new mcdonalds HELPPPPP

kalim? kalim!

he is uh

trying to understand u at least!

ur personality switch is VERY confusing but he can get used to it!

he have a very short attention span anyway do its ok he can keep up with this

doesn't really know what you've done actually so good for him

just

just follow jamil for now kalim and dont come back😅

Pomefiore:

well you're an ass but at least u have good fashion

depressed but well dressed ig

well just mentally ill but well dressed actually

good for u for being the ultimate fashionista

at least your taste and fashion is worthy enough in the eyes of vil shoenheit himself!!

that being said, since the two of u are models, I'd say vil is pretty interested in ur works

he would even give out honest tips and criticize what needed to be!

other than that, he doesn't want u anywhere near him🤗‼️

TEN FEET AWAY I SAID

rook? uh rook

well he finds beauty in everything so

but maybe not so beauty in u

what do u call less beautiful in french

anyways, epel is def uncomfortable around u too

he'll even fight u with a stick if he have to

LIKE BACK OFF SATAN🤺AWAY🤺

Ignihyde:

oh idia does not like u at all

probably made ortho avoids u too

yknow the "stranger danger😡!!" thing parents told their children?

thats what idia is to ortho abt u

might even made some upgrade on himself if thats what it takes to avoid u

ortho uh doesn't really understand why

and is probably a lil bit worried for u bc

bc you're the way u are

well i mean the entire school is worried and he surely is in that circle

well he tried to research into it kinda???

and then found out its some mental illness and uh

tried to convince the bro to help him help u

back to square 1 with idia ig

Diasomnia:

another group to fight u

instead of a stick, with a sword

might even with magic

watch out

they don't trust u at all

well malleus is quite upset

but seeing what the people around u are trying to do, he's trying to help u too!

fear not as he, malleus draconia, knows a thousand spells and potions!

maybe its smth with that mental health of urs????

or maybe that personality switch???

the way u treat others???

anYtHiNG?2!"8!5"6!

well lilia have surely came across someone like u one way or another

so he can kind of deal with u

in a way

he hangs around u sometimes

only bc you're a tiny weeny bit interesting^^

🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀

^real footage of sebek talking with u

is it bc u keep switching the way u act or is it bc he's confused or confusedly frustrated? who knows

all we know is that it's very hard for the poor boy

silver def have his guard up with u

you're so confusing too he's about to sob frfr

like one day u might just walk up to him and he might just break down on the floor

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space-city-traffic · 3 years ago

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yet again im back on my bullshit so... (gazes with mixed feelings at the TV show Firefly) i could fix him.

my extremely long thoughts about my Own Personal Good Version of Firefly (with plenty of spoilers for the show and the movie) under the cut:

things that are getting axed first thing no question:

out with the whole “let’s add in a thin veneer of Chinese cultural aesthetics out of context for ~flavor~” deal. just no.

instead, let’s hire some actors from a bunch of different cultures and work with them to figure out how their characters would bring those cultures into space with them!! and also hopefully bring some experiences with immigration/alienation/travel into it, since the Whole Core of Firefly is about how humanity always brings our doomed and silly and stubborn and unique warmth with us even into the cold void where nothing is familiar or homey in the slightest.

let’s respect our sex worker character shall we?

i do appreciate that Inara’s work as a companion is described as legitimate and well respected in the show. however please stop having your captain and hero call her a wh*re every five seconds against her clearly expressed wishes and portraying this as just a totally acceptable thing

let’s be more respectful of our characters of color and also have some more diversity, shall we?

others have put it better than me but yeah, the way Zoe and Book are treated is very uncomfy, and the rest of the show is depressingly monochromatic. come on let’s do better.

stop the weird confederacy hat tips

again others have pointed these out with much more thoroughness than I could, but the names of some characters and locations, as well as some of the language used to describe the browncoats, has uncomfortably confederate vibes. instead i propose we very Clearly tip our hats to the Alliance equaling space capitalism instead! you can’t go wrong with space capitalism as a villain.

don’t! make! the! psychotic! character! violent!

listen i love River Tam with my whole heart. but you should absolutely not portray your only character with psychosis as violent because of that psychosis!!!!!!! and yeah, a huge part of her character is that her brain got fucked up by the alliance and so she hallucinates and is also a super ninja. but like. she doesn’t need to be a super ninja for her character to work, okay? the crew does not need to be scared of her for her character to work, okay??? more on this later bc it would take a lot of care and nuance to make her character work but i really think it can be done

things we are absolutely keeping:

found family tropes my fucking beloved

this should be self evident. this is why the show is as appealing as it is despite its flaws, at least in my eyes.

malcolm reynolds, the knight in dusty armor

there’s something so appealing to me about what Mal stands for. because at his core is this ridiculous, silly, stubborn, doomed devotion to what he thinks is important and right, a romantic idealism thinly covered by cynical cowboy platitudes that he thinks make his bleeding heart totally invisible. and he is so obvious and entirely incorrect. bless. this is a man who will do anything for his family, who charges into swordfights to defend his friend from a man who wants to turn her into an object despite having no clue how to hold a sword. at his worst, he starts brawls in bars just for the martyr’s thrill of being persecuted for supporting the right; at his best, he inspires downright religious belief from his crew because he represents a romantic and chivalrous and doomed dedication to the right thing over any practical concerns. and then he throws a “selfish” quip over it with 100% confidence that everyone fell for his clever distraction and believes him to be a dirtbag. he’s oblivious and ridiculous and god he makes me want to be a better person because he’s just so goddamned sincere. stupid, but sincere. 10/10 himbo. <3

Mal and Inara ultraslowburn friends to enemies to friends to lovers to enemies to friends to lovers to friends to...

there’s nothing i love more than a ship that’s just two people who know each other way too well, and they’re each the only one who knows the other well enough to call them out on their bullshit. the way Mal and Inara interact in the show sometimes makes me uncomfy but like. the core of their relationship has to stay.

space western aesthetic

i need the cows on a spaceship scene to stay like i need air okay

that sweet sweet religious shit

mal, who lost his faith in gd and a whole lot else during the war. who lost his faith in himself, and now feels he has to hide the part of him that still wants to be good, because he knows he can’t be anymore, and he feels like it’s embarrassing for a guy like him to want something so unattainable. who takes a preacher on board, and the preacher has lost something, too. the preacher has his own past, and his own questions. but not questions like the observant neurodivergent girl, the one who wants to interact with and understand this thing that’s so important to him, but it just doesn’t click with how her brain works and she feels like something needs to be fixed, either the Bible or herself. and Mal takes care of them all, and slowly, he begins to find gd again, not in a prayer but in humanity. humanity doesn’t need to be fixed, like the alliance thinks. the shining imperfect strawberry sweetness of it in his family’s smiles is something to be worshiped and served and devoted to. and he finds he has something to believe in again. (and his crew find that he’s given them someone to believe in, too. and maybe suddenly he’s a saint.)

and finally, my brilliant ideas as to what i would like to add:

TRANS WOMAN KAYLEE RIGHTS

listen her femininity is so important to me okay? it’s so thrilled about everything that’s pretty, from dresses to the spaceship’s electric innards, and it’s so non-traditional and grease stained until it’s not and it’s pink and ruffly and twirly, and she never sees any of it as a contradiction, because none of it contradicts, it’s all just her! her gender is warmth and love and prettiness, feeling pretty and appreciating the pretty and making her friends’ days pretty too.

i want us to find out she’s trans in that episode with the ball, and i want us to find out alongside Mal who just never asked or never realized. Kaylee gasps and squeals at the dress in the shop window and Mal makes an off handed, ill considered comment, and then... someone yanks him aside and hisses a few very significant words in his ear. and suddenly he remembers what the blue white and pink she painted all over the engine room means, and he knows he has something to make right. so he buys her that dress himself and lets her know just how pretty she looks, and when he walks into that ball with her displayed on his arm like something precious, he looks the proudest out of any man there. and she notices. for a few seconds, of course, until there’s chocolate, and ‘nara, and a chandelier—and some horrible girls, but she’s used to that, until—suddenly, she finds her people. a group of old men who light up when she jokes about compression coils and whack presumptuous boys who ask her to dance. they adopt her as a treasured granddaughter, and Mal is beaming at her like a proud dad, and she finds that one of her new elderly friends gazes a little too long at her bracelet, and so she gives it to xem and teaches xem a few new words, and... it’s a good day, huh? it’s a really good day. (of course, then the captain has to go and punch somebody in the face, but it was a real nice party up until then.)

also she and Simon are both transhet t4t im correct and you know it

time for a better River Tam

the first thing we’ve established is that this version of her is not unpredictably violent and the crew is not scared of her!!!! it makes no sense to take a kid who’s primarily brilliant, experiment on her brain, give her telepathic powers....... and tack on the fact that she also has super strength and speed and dexterity and what not, AND say that they programmed her to be super violent. no! no. not only is that extremely harmful rep, that’s also just stupid.

instead!! my version of River is in fact not terrifying to the crew, but is actually the one they feel safest around. River has always been totally blunt, she was one of those kids you could tell realllllly early was autistic, and she doesn’t like being disengenous at all. so you can always trust her to tell the truth and not play weird passive aggressive games or have any hidden agenda, which makes her just a really chill person to be around. also, one of her longtime special interests is music and dance, so whether or not she’s nonverbal on a given day, there will always be some sort of beautiful sound when she’s around. she does have the singing voice of a dying crow unfortunately but that’s ok bc Simon’s is even worse and they’re both incredibly competitive so you’ll at least get free entertainment out of the affair.

my version of River does have psychosis and hallucinations because of the trauma of the experiments, and they are really troubling to her. she and Simon work together to find ways to cope and meds that help, and it’s a process, but there are some things that help.

the only thing she gained from the academy was the ability to hear people’s thoughts and sense the future a little bit. and yeah, that led to her picking up a few spooky secrets at the beginning, which, yikes. and for a while, it was hard to figure out which voices were real and which were hallucinations. but around her friends, she always feels safe to ask “did you just think about triple cheese burritos or was that just a me thing?”, and they’ll always tell her the truth no matter how embarrassing their thoughts are, bc it’s important to all of them to respect her and help her sort accurately through what’s reality and what’s not. and bit by bit, she gets better and better at figuring out what kinds of things tend to be telepathy and what kinds of things tend to be psychosis, and that each one feels a little different. and because of the trust and respect and support of her found family she’s able to do that in a safe environment!!!

trans man Simon rights

listen i wanted to keep him as just a side note on Kaylee’s list but he is my son and he’s important to my heart so here goes

out on the outer rim where Kaylee’s from, gender ain’t much of a big deal, there’s an individualistic quality to life out there, and so if the trail you blaze is the trail of a woman or a man or neither or both, that’s respected even in the rare cases where it’s not outright encouraged. but in the inner planets, where competition and connections and public faces and family names are everything, you have to be what’s expected of you to survive. you can’t change your brand, you can’t be anything other than what your family planned for you since before you were born, it’s incredibly hard to survive in such a hyper competitive environment, and so your very identity becomes just a tool in how to market yourself for better success.

needless to say Simon (just as autistic as his little sister and also very trans) fuckin hated it there. but he was very good at it. correction: he was very good at his very specific field of STEM, good enough to where people stopped talking about how cute he looked in bows and started talking about how impressive his work was from a very young age. and his work had no gender. he could be whatever he wanted to in equations. so that was where he could express himself, and gd, he got so much praise for it, he never wanted to stop.

not until he discovered that his sister needed him, and ran away, and needed a disguise, and realized... suddenly, every stifling rule and prying eye was a million miles away. he was freefloating, freefalling, with none of the charted paths he’d been following all his life... so you know what? fuck it. he’s always enjoyed the name Simon. and since it’s not on any legal records, it’ll make him just that much more untraceable.

and on Serenity, starting over with new people who never knew him before his transition feels like an unbelievable blessing that just dropped right into his lap. he has to keep up the secrecy, he has to make sure they never find out who he used to be, because gd, it’s so nice when they look at him and say his name right, and he doesn’t know if he can handle losing that, not when it’s so new and so important to the person he’s finally becoming. but then one day, the unthinkable happens, the wanted posters for his arrest have an old name on them, they’re looking for the Tam sisters, and... nothing changes. the crew of Serenity could not give even a tenth of a percent of a fuck, and it doesn’t seem like they even know they’re supposed to. huh. that’s new. Simon could get used to that, he thinks.

i’m sure there’s more i could add, but it’s 4:30 in the morning now, so if more occurs to me, ill simply add it in a reblog tomorrow. if you’ve read down this far, i am in love with you. please let me know your Better Firefly ideas, too, bc im always down to yell about this show!!!

#firefly #Serenity #in which i choke out joss whedon with my bare hands and rescue his characters and give them better homes #ollies fix it series #malcolm reynolds #ollies personal good firefly canon

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floatinginwords · 4 years ago

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Saved by the Devil (7/?) - Tommy Shelby

Summary: You have a talk with some friends and get a little job offered

Paring: Tommy Shelby x fem!reader (Not romantic...yet)

A/n: this took me so long to write. I hope you like it. Have a wonderful day:)

You walked through the streets on London feeling lost and uneasy. The state record of your father was there, written officially: he was declared dead. You felt like you were going crazy for not even trusting the piece of evidence. You asked the secretary about a million questions about how they even go about certifying a death. The woman looked at you as if you were crazy and you probably looked it. None of the cuts were healed, parts of your face were beginning to bruise, and the stich on your hand was horrendous. At least you didn’t reek of alcohol. It bothered you that the certificate under cause of death read “suicide”. You distinctly remember Sabini tell you that your father had got himself killed.

‘Why stage it like a suicide and then tell the underworld you killed him? Couldn’t you have just paid the cops to look the other way?’ A million more questions swarmed your way non of which the secretary could answer.

And so you left the place walking slowly back home feeling odd. Dead is dead right you don’t need the details. You don’t want them. You tell yourself this as you get home, telling yourself that the uneasy feeling was from the physical night before not because someone was watching you.

‘I’m not safe staying here’ You think to yourself. You start fantasizing about all the different places you could disappear to, the new life you could create for yourself. You just needed enough money to so. That wad of cash underneath your bed was good for a boat ride and hotel stay, not for entire life change. You were gonna need to start saving and earning, more fast. The air was changing and not for the better.

Once you get home, you can see a lamp on in the window. You try to walk past the figure sitting in the living room, but their voice rings out stopping you from making another move.

“(Y/n), we need to talk.” Ada says.

“What about?” you ask sitting opposite of her in the living room.

“Its about Tommy,” she pauses a minute trying to gauge your reaction, you don’t give any. She sighs, “I just want you to be careful around him.”

You raise an eyebrow, confused from where this is coming from. “What do you mean?”

“I mean are you gonna keep coming home looking half dead with my brother having to carry you in here with no sort of explanation?”

“I’m sorry about that.” You apologize knowing she must have been scared out of her mind seeing you like that. You would have been too had it been her or Trinity.

“What are you even thinking working for him? Didn’t you want out of your father business, aren’t you on some guys shit list?” Ada takes a deep breath calming herself.

“I have it under control.” You can hear Ada groan in frustration. You understand why she was so defensive about this. Her family was dangerous and to be around them was like being around death itself. At least that’s how Ada put it.

“No you don’t just look at yourself!” She sternly says, pointing a finger at you.

You stifle a laugh from your throat at how motherly she looks, “Ada, please save the parenting for Karl.”

She rolls her eyes at your jest and gets up from the couch. “Are you gonna work for him again?”

“If I need the money...”

“I told you don’t have to pay rent while you stay here. You can take as long as you need to find steady job.”

You fake a smile and nod your head, “You’re right.” You didn’t want to bring up the unease you’ve been feeling. Or the need to flee the country based on a little paranoia that may just go away. It was unfair to her to place this burden upon her when she's finally made it out of feeling that way herself. But you’ll be damned if you weren’t gonna at least prepare yourself for the uncertain future.

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Trinitys apartment was the same as it always has been. Neat to the point where it looked picture perfect. You always wondered when she had the time to keep tidy. You arrived early in the morning, knowing she would be up and that it would be the perfect time to cross into what you thought was still sabinis territory.

“You know your friend took over the Eden Club. I haven’t seen any of Sabini guys in awhile” Trinity says attempting to ease you as you keep looking out the window.

“who?”

“The Shelby’s. I think it was his brother or whatever. I wasn’t there when it happened but I heard it was brutal.”

“What did sabini do?” You ask.

“no one heard from him or Alistair.” She states

“Hmm.” You say finding it odd the gangster hadn’t retaliated yet

“You know you can maybe work there again? If you asked nicely? The Shelby’s seem to like you.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Oh please I was the first person ada called to tell me about you running off with her brother. Did you know they were related?”

“No.”

She notices your lack of words. And though trinity wanted to be playful and tease her friend, she was worried.

“Are you okay, (Y/n)?”

“Im thinking of leaving, trinity.” You say

“Why? Where are you going?”

“Nowhere. Im just thinking.” You sip your tea lightly, feeling the soothing warmth go down your throat, “Something feels wrong.”

“What is it?”

“I fear that something nefarious is upon me. And that it’s a matter of time before It decides to kill me.”

“You’re not gonna tell me, are you?”

“I need your help planning.” You say ignoring her questions. You didn’t want to subject her to your nightmares about your father which haven’t ceased at all. In face they were increasing in violence and color. Most of them drawing from memories. If it wasn’t your father that was alive coming to hunt you down, it was most likely a dedicated servant of his. You wondered who was was keeping the business going seeing as you didn’t take over and were the only child of your father. You had no other logical explanation of what the universe was trying to tell you with these dreams and gut feelings.

You open your purse revealing the wad of money from underneath your bed and papers of different id. “Your gonna hold this for me. When I need it ill come for it, if I add to it ill come here okay? Just make sure it stays hidden and untouched.”

She nods and takes it gently from your hands, “You’re being serious.”

“Deadly.”

You stood for a couple more hours, talking and eating until the afternoon came. You said your goodbyes and were on your way back on the streets of London. You felt good about yourself after seeing Trinity. It felt like years since you seen her.

You hear the honking of an annoying horn bring you out of your thoughts. You see Tommy Shelby behind the wheel, a cocky grin on his face. He parks the car and you wait for him outside not wanting to sit in close proximity of him. He comes around, outing a cigarette loosely around his pink lips. He doesn’t light it.

“I was looking for you at Adas.” He says standing in front of you with hands in his pockets.

“Hmm why?” You ask.

“How are your stiches?”

“Fine,” your face grows warm as you think about the drunken thoughts you had about him. You had them caged up this time but you were now very aware of the fact that you had them, “what is that you want?” you ask avoiding his eyes, afraid of getting lost in them. You could not afford to grow any sort of attachment to the man. The stories you’ve heard, the warning you’ve gotten from his own sister, you know that he was no good.

“Take a ride with me.” He simply says walking away from you.

Your legs move before you think. Following his words like a sailor would a siren. You suddenly felt very self conscious around the man as you sat near him.

“Where is this coming from?” You think to yourself feeling stupid you begin to argue with yourself in your head trying to find the soure of this new unwanted attraction. Maybe you were still drunk. No its been days. Or maybe you were tired. Sleep has been hard to comeby these days.

You look across at him and study his features. He was a very handsome man, no doubt about it. You don’t realize how long you’ve been staring until he catches you.

“What?” He asks

“Have you called May?” Your not sure why your mind went to that but it was.

He chuckles, “Are you really that interested in that?”

“No, im just making conversation.”

“Well I did. Ill be seeing her later this week. See how shes training my horse.” He sends a smile your way before his eyes go back to the road.

The smile sends your stomach doing flips. “You know your not as scary as people make you seem, Mr.Shelby.” Another statement slipping from your lips.

“Trust me, I can be scary. Hand me that file”

He parks the car in front of lovely looking house, a guard standing outside the gates of it. You hand him the file, next to you on the seats and he fiddles through it. You stare at the house with the guard in front of it through the rearview mirror.

“Why are we parked here?” You ask you eyes trained to the rearview mirror

“Had to make a stop.”

You see the guard notice the car and head towards you. He walks toward your window and leans in. “Sir,” The guard says totally ignoring your presence, “You cant park here.”

“Apologies, me and the Mrs. were just lost.”

“Well get a move on.” Thomas starts the car and moves it one block a way before parking again. He checks his watch.

“23 seconds,” He say to himself writing it down, “Are you gonna ask any questions?”

“I think I would rather leave this one alone.”

“Smart girl.”

You end up driving 2 more hours around the city. He tells you about the Eden club takeover and how his brother Arthur is now running the game there. Sabini hasn’t been seen inawhile. Nor his most trustworthy comapnions

“Do you know Alfie solomons?” He asks

“I do.” Alfie Solomon’s to you was an unpredictable man, You never could predict what he was gonna say.

“I was gonna have Arthur have dinner with him alone. But Arthur doesn’tknow Solomon’s too well.”

“Mr. Shelby-“

“I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t need to.” His eyes burn into your skull. You take all the self control you have to not turn your head and stare into them.

You think about the proposition and grow very hesitant. A part of you wants to take it and another part doesn’t. Quick money could be very useful to you but at what cost if its for situations like this. A dinner with gangsters could become deadly very quickly with one wrong move.

“When is this dinner?”

“Friday.”

“Ill give you answer before than” You say seeing it was Tuesday. You open the door to the car and walk out of it. You were beginning to suffocate under his stare and you needed to breath.

The air was crisp and refreshing to your lungs as you speedy walk down the streets making lefts and rights. The annoying horn returns to your ears as soon as you feel calm. You turn back around to scream when you realize its not the same car. It’s a black car with weird, tinted window, almost like a police car. The windows roll down, revealing a man with grey, busy eyebrows and mustache. His eyes held an evil glint in them

(Y/fn) (y/ln)?” He asks do it looked like he already knew the answer in his head that he knew who he had.

“Sorry wrong gal.” You lie turning around to get out for whatever situation that was.

“Get her boys.” You hear the man sigh. You feel large hands grab around your body and large funny smelly napkin forced against your mouth.

‘Chloroform’ you think as you pass out into the darkness.

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many-gay-magpies · 3 years ago

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@honeyseungz @loabivey so that uh. that mini au that you had like a very small rb thread about yesterday (well over a few days ago now that im posting this). well uh. um . actually you know what im just gonna let you read it yourselves

so. heeseung, jay, and sunoo are all brothers. wether its actual brothers or just "brothers" by blood bond or whatever idk. but, regardless, they're brothers. im thinking that like, at first they aren't vampires, theyre just regular dudes yknow? (and just a forewarning, a lot of this isnt gonna be as compliant with the enhaverse theorizing we've done so far, it's just a little brain worm i wanted to play around with, throwing a little bit of enhaverse crumbs in here and there)

but anyway. they're not vampires, im thinking theyre just like... adopted/found family brothers, probably orphans or something. regardless they love each other a lot and its great. personality-wise everything is super different, but just for plot conveniences, heeseung, jay, and sunoo are the yunmeng trio (heeseung as wwx, jay as jc, and sunoo as jyl respectively), and jungwon is lwj.

the three brothers meet jungwon, probably brought together by this Big Fantasy Evil, maybe something involving the vampire queen as a character? idk. there's some big evil shit going down, and the three brothers somehow end up with jungwon and HIS big bro, who im imagining is jake (basically the lan xichen in this situation—very soft, kind, gentle; the vibes are right). both of them are vampires, not that our three orphan bois know that. they get caught up in the danger, and vampire bros jake and jungwon coms to the rescue.

now, a little bit of personality-mapping here: jay is outwardly very loud, fun, temperamental, and sarcastic, generally very much like he is irl; but inside, he's intensely loyal, protective, and loving, with a HUGE soft spot for the people closest to him. sunoo is very sweet, sensitive, and kind—the walking hug of the three brothers, who is certainly not without his bite and wont hesitate to talk back to anyone who hurts them. aggressively and without mercy. also he makes them soup for comfort and is generally best boy. heeseung is very goofy, playful, free-spirited, and bright, but insecure and sensitive underneath it all; generally a loud annoying mess of a boy. pure chaotic neutral and a gremlin if there ever was one. jungwon, on the other hand, is... not. he's nervous, quiet, cautious to a fault and intensely righteous, always standing up for what's right and refusing to waver from his chosen path. very lawful good vibes. he, naturally, is more than a little put off when jay, sunoo, and heeseung's chaotic ass come crashing into he and his brother jake's once-peaceful (ish) lives. and it doesn't help that heeseung is a... huge flirt, and apparently deadset on making jungwon his friend. fuck.

jungwon... doesn't know what to do. and it would all be so much easier if heeseung were dumb or stupid or unattractive or just a total asshole—but he isnt any of those things. he's beautiful, smart, insanely witty with a brain faster than any jungwon's ever seen—he can't help but admire him. but on top of that, he's wreckless as hell, unpredictable, and pushy, and gives jungwon heart attacks way too much for his liking. he doesn't even have a heartbeat. he's fucking dead.

it eventually comes out that jake and jungwon are vampires; the brothers are surprisingly cool with it. not the craziest thing that's happened to them.

the five boys get closer, staying together as they fight their foe (which im becoming increasingly inclined to make the werewolves), and through a series of convoluted events, jungwon learns that heeseung is not only gorgeous, smart, talented, and funny as all get-out, but also sensitive, caring, insecure, and thoughtful... and heeseung, who's only goal had been to break through the nervous and straightforward outer shell of his young dongsaeng, does just that. and jungwon, naturally, starts to fall in love.

somewhere along the line, though, things go wrong—as they were bound to do in an au loosely based off of the untamed. something happens to heeseung; he's fatally wounded after saving jay's life, and disappears, nowhere to be found. his brothers eventually assume the worse; that he's gone forever. but the queen finds him, takes care of him, nurses him back to health. turns him.

when he comes back, nothing's the same. the war is still going, and his brothers thought he was dead—but he isn't. but he's... different. jungwon and jake are quick to realize that he's been turned, how, they dont know—but they talk to him, teach him, try to help him, jungwon especially. of course he does; he's in love. heeseung, of course, is dismissive; doesn't take it seriously. ill be fine, whats so bad about this? or, perhaps, he doesn't let on just how hard he's taking it; fearing vulnerability more than he fears being a vampire.

inevitably, though, heeseung's wrecklessness leads to doom—he lets his bloodlust overtake him, relishes in it, no matter how much jungwon had warned him against it, pleaded with him to take caution. he says it's usefull—says he can help them take out enemies, help them win this war. jungwon warns him that he could end up getting more than he bargained for. heeseung doesn't listen.

heeseung helps them win the war; practically wins it for them. hes happy, bitterly, until he isnt. he's happy, until he sees his brother—sees sunoo. blood-covered, pale-skinned, drained.

no.

heeseung is broken. jay even moreso. jay yells at him; yells and yells and yells and yells. curses him out, tells him he hates him, tells him he's nothing but cruel evil—he doesn't mean it, of course, but no one knows it then, not even him. now he is only angry; so, so angry. heeseung, wrought with guilt and shame and grief, flees—hides himself somewhere secluded, does the closest thing a vampire can possibly do to death, the equivalent of a thousand-year hibernation. none can find him, he's made sure of that. in his guilt and shame and anger he stews, asleep, for hundreds, thousands of years.

after the anger passes, jay is more than anything in mourning—for heeseung as well as for sunoo. he has a realization, that being that, when, inevitably, heeseung comes back, he doesn't want him to be alone: even if he'll have jungwon and jake, it won't be the same as having his brother. so jay pleads, cries, begs for jungwon to turn him—so that they can search for heeseung together, so that when heeseung comes back, he'll have jay waiting for him, too. so, reluctantly, jungwon gives in and turns jay—after which he helps him deal with his newfound immortality and vampiric status—helping him handle his bloodlust and helping him learn how to feed. over the centuries that heeseung is gone, jay, jungwon, and jake grow even closer (j line eyyy), inseparable as they search for heeseung and even outside of that. jungwon and jay are the closest, jay growing a colossal soft spot for the boy and not hesitating to take him under his wing and protect him with all he has (initially, sort of as a replacement for protecting heeseung, but eventually jay's affection for jungwon grows into something all it's own). to be clear, no love triangle bullshit here, only sickening-sweet platonic soulmates jaywon and a jungwon that is still achingly in love with heeseung.

(okay for anyone thats actually watched cql/read mdzs, yes i KNOW lwj and jc did not get along at all and kind of hated each other but. this is my au i do what i want, and if i want to add soft jaywon into the mix then im fucking going to, goddamnit)

OKAY TIME FOR SOME WACKY SIDE-PLOT MADNESS

so. sunghoon. how does he fit into all this? how does he end up being the one to trigger heeseung's "resurrection"? how does heeseung GET resurrected in the first place? well, not to worry, you're about to find out! and i am too because i'm just figuring this out as i go along baybyyyy

sunghoon, im thinking, is a friend of jake's (lets throw some jakehoon in here too bcs why not), either from before everything went to shit and heeseung went and isolated himself, or sometime during the numerous centuries jakewon spent looking for heeseung with jay. either way, sunghoon is this boy who jake is friends with and cares about a lot, and is also maybe kind of in love with. while jaywon spend most of their time looking for heeseung, jake spends his with sunghoon—finding himself often alone, now that his little bother is going off on his own adventures.

in a situation quite similar to heeseung's, sunghoon probably gets fatally injured somehow and is near death, but jake, not wanting him to die, decides to turn him instead. niki is also involved, and it's a sort of package deal, because before meeting jakewon, heeseung, and everyone, they were their own little thing; not unlike jay, heeseung, and sunoo's brother's triad. they were both probably orphans, niki being the much younger one, and as such sunghoon took him under his wing and never looked back. when jake turned sunghoon, niki was basically like "m8 what the fuck" and demanded he be turned too, not wanting his sunghoon-hyung to live on forever while he grew old and died. jake, also having a soft spot for niki, was like "fine alright" and turned him too. so, now their little vampire coven numbered five, and all was (moderately) well.

or not.

the thing was, jake hadn't anticipated how powerful sunghoon would be—there's nothing in life that anyone's found yet that would indicate a person's level of power once turned, so jake had... pretty much no way to see this coming. but, anyway, sunghoon was... really, really powerful. like, insanely powerful. all the abilities vampires were said to have in legends, the likes of which were previously reserved for just legends, he had them; flawless teleportation, mind control, shape-shifting, the whole bit. and on top of that, he was controlled—insanely good at monitoring himself and keeping tabs on his own instincts. one of the most self-sufficient, well-mannered vampires jake had ever seen. it was... frankly insane.

the problem? the queen. this is where she comes in, because she's played a part in all the boys' transformations, albeit indirectly—when jake and jungwon first turned, it was she who turned them. she could sense sunghoon's power, and she wanted it for herself. jake and jungwon had done well at avoiding her, even forgetting about her for a while; but what she wanted, she took, and take she did. it was sunghoon she took: luring him to her in small increments and then all at once, taking control of him, turning him into a mindless puppet. sunghoon had always prided himself in control, and without it, havoc wreaked: bodies dropping left and right, people being killed seemingly at random, their only purpose being to instill fear and paranoia.

now, niki had heard tales, before, from his hyungs but also from regular townspeople to whom the legend had gotten passed down, of heeseung, and how great and terrible he was. heeseung, the townspeoples' folktales said, had been insane, unstoppable: a mad genius far too gone for redemption. niki also knew from his hyungs' fond stories that heeseung, more than evil, was kind and caring; he was loyal, and powerful in his loyalty, and niki thought that if anyone could save his sunghoon-hyung, it was heeseung.

so niki went on a journey. without telling jaywon or anyone else (and thus causing quite the panic), he spent years searching for heeseung, everywhere jaywon had thought to look and everywhere they hadn't, and twice more for good measure. and, by some stroke of luck, either due to his own sheer force of will of something else entirely, niki found him: locked away in an old castle that never quite seemed to stay put, constantly phasing in between realities. it made sense why no one had found him before then—he didn't want to be found. desperately, in fact.

but niki, too, was desperate. he enacted a ritual that was said (by jake, so of course it was to be trusted) to wake any vampire that had gone into hibernation, and, miracles continuing to work for the bitter young boy, it worked. heeseung awoke—startled to find himself staring into the face of a very teary, very angry (visibly) sixteen-year-old.

confusion passed, things and motives were explained, and heeseung (although bitter at having been woken up, and still riddled with enough guilt to last 1500 lifetimes) attempted to patiently tell niki that he had no fucking idea how to help sunghoon whatsoever. niki pretty much said "well you better fucking find a way because you're not going back to sleep now, the world's about to fucking end. also jay and jungwon-hyung have been looking for you for literal centuries, do you know how pissed theyd be if i went out looking for you, found you, then came back empty-handed? really fucking pissed is how much. also sad. did i mention sad?" and heeseung, notoriously weak and also kind of (read: very) in love, is just like "...jungwon? jay?"

so niki brings heeseung back to the others, the return journey taking a long enough time that the two become significantly close to each other, heeseung's long-forgotten big brother instincts (tm) kicking in around the younger vampire. niki has to basically drag heeseung out of the castle by his teeth, because as much as he misses his brother and jungwon, he's still so incredibly guilty, and completely convinced that he isnt worth love or life whatsoever and that jay still hates his guts. and, jungwon... he doesn't even want to think about jungwon. how he failed him. how he let him down. but, niki slowly works through the insecurities, bit by bit: assuring heeseung that, no, even though jay will definitely rip him a new one once he sees him again, he'll also cry and hug him for at least 24 hours because he misses him like hell and heeseungie hyung you have no idea.

they weather a lot together. storms, mental breakdowns, bouts of blood-starvation so severe heeseung thinks he'll lose it again: but they're there for each other. they hunt, talk, keep each other warm, and in it, form an unbreakable bond. niki had heard tales of the legendary lee heeseung, who wiped out entire armies in two seconds flat and comforted his friends when they were sad and annoyed jay to the very ends of the earth: but what he's faced with is a man with more insecurities than niki has hairs on his head—and he has a lot of hairs on his head.

by the time they make it back to the coven's home, heeseung has grown sufficiently attached to the enigma that is niki, and has almost completely but it out of his mind that he's here for his old friends, too. he's only doing this for niki: it's a fact he's comfortable with. so when they reach the front steps he just... freezes.

i have a very clear image of it in my head—jungwon, jay, and jake sense niki's presence, in some weird vampire-y way. it's been around 10, 15 years since he left at this point, so of course they rush out to greet him, ready with scoldings and lashings about how stupid he had been (after, of course, making sure he's unharmed and alright)—but it all dies on their tongues as soon as they see who's with him.

frozen. everything is frozen.

i imagine it's a lot like lulu and artzyy's post. jungwon is the first to move, stepping forward and whimpering out a broken "hyung", and all heeseung's guilt and avoidance is forgotten in favor of cradling jungwon to his chest, holding him close and whispering reassurances into the crown of his head, wonnie, im so sorry, hyung's so sorry; i didn't mean to leave you for so long, i'm here now, its okay. and of course then jay comes in, crying and screaming about how the fuck is it okay, how can it ever be okay, how could you just not mean to leave us alone for 1500 years?! how the fuck do you just expect to waltz back into our lives like nothing ever happened and pretend its all okay?!? and then he hits him, and hurts him, tries to make him feel even an inkling of the hurt he was made to feel for the past fifteen hundred years—but then punching him turns into fisting hands into the back of his shirt and sobbing into his neck and holding him so tight he wouldn't be able to breath if he had the need to and please, please don't leave, why would you leave, you asshole, why did you leave?

so yeah. things happen. reunions are had, tears are shed. some indirect heewon love confessions probably happen later on in the form of very intense devotions of life and self and all that. "walking on the single-log bridge in the dark really isnt so bad" you know the whole shbang. meanwhile jay salty in the background just like "cant you just say you love each other like normal human beings jesus fucking christ"

jayseung's relationship (or the reigniting of it) is, well, rocky. they're both conflicted—jay even more than heeseung. because, the thing is, heeseung killed sunoo. as regretful as he is, that doesn't make it any easier to forget. but he's back, and alive, and in one piece, and he isn't leaving, and jay knows it wasn't really his fault, he wasn't in control—but he killed him. he killed their brother. and it WAS his own stupid fault for losing control in the first place, for not listening to jungwon, so what the hell is jay supposed to think? he flip-flops between being intensely grateful that heeseung is back and okay and finally with them again, and then remembering what he's done, giving him the cold shoulder and not speaking to him for hours on end. and all the while, heeseung is riddled with guilt, and shame, and grief he'd suppressed for far too long; niki's stubbornness combined with jungwon's unwavering support being the only things keeping him from bolting into oblivion all over again. all in all, it's a difficult time—but they get there. eventually.

naturally, they save sunghoon. what else is there to do? they defeat the queen, break her control over their friend—and then jakehoon have their own teary reunion, not unlike heewon's, and sungki have theirs, not unlike jayseung's (although with a... considerable decrease in cursing and conflicted emotions, and a lot more immediate sobbing). they're a mess—sunghoon is traumatized, heeseung is traumatized, jay and niki are traumatized, they're all just fucking traumatized. jayseung will probably take a long time to get back to the way they once were, if it's even possible—there'll always be an empty space there, something gone, something missing, and it's one that can't be filled. jungwon barely lets heeseung out of sight or touch alike, and heeseung isn't much better off. jay's always been the more touchy one out of the three of them; but after years of missing, of longing, there's plenty of time to be made up, and heeseung is just... so, so soft, and warm, and being held by him is the loveliest thing jungwon's ever known.

AND NOW A SUNOO THING, BECAUSE THE IDEA OF ENHA LIVING HAPPILY EVER AFTER AS OT6 WITH SUNOO JUST FUCKING DEAD DOES. NOT WORK FOR ME

so like. sunoo isn't dead, or he doesn't stay dead, or not the soulless-unmoving kind of dead anyway. you know how necromancy and fierce corpses exist in donghua and shit? well they exist here too because fuck you and also i said so. i made myself sad and now im making it happy again goddamnit.

anyway. after he dies, sunoo gets found by the queen, too, and because she's all-powerful and whatnot she fucking necromances him—figures he'll be useful later. as he is, though, he's basically nothing more than a puppet; like wen ning and song lan were when they were being controlled. his soul isn't... gone exactly, just imprisoned, prevented from being able to come forward and command his body.

so. sunoo is still partially alive, and the boys (jay, jake, jungwon, sunghoon, niki, and whatnot)... don't know that. i imagine that for pretty much the entirety of the centuries that heeseung is gone, sunoo's status as a necromanced fierce corpse goes entirely unknown to them, and it's only after heeseung is brought back by niki that he starts to resurface. i imagine they realize it in a sort of tense, action-filled scenario: the boys have gone to investigate another attack, thinking it's sunghoon, but as it turns out the queen has had TWO undead corpses running around doing her dirty work instead of one. and one of them is sunoo.

heeseung and jay, of course, are stunned. they cant believe it's real; it isn't real, it can't be—and yet.

a lot of angsty plot stuff happens—i dont have the energy or enough shits to give to figure out what. the thing is, the queen only kept sunoo this long and brought him out as a tactic to lure heeseung, make him weaker; and it probably worked. in the midst of both fighting against sunghoon and fighting to SAVE sunghoon, heeseung is bent on saving sunoo as well, and there's probably a lot of very angsty talk wherein there are disagreements about who's life, really, is more important in this situation, and if heeseung is just trying to make up for what he did to sunoo. regardless, heeseung ends up saving sunoo and bringing his soul back to the surface. what he doesn't expect is for sunoo to forgive him—fully and wholeheartedly. and it feels wrong, because no, you should be angry with me, you should hate me and want to hurt me like i hurt you; but sunoo is just... happy. happy that he's back, happy that heeseung is back, happy that they're all together again. and its conflicting, to say the least. even moreso because sunoo isnt stupid—he didnt just act like heeseung was an innocent who did no wrong; he knew he had been wreckless, knew he was at fault, and he forgave him still. loved him still. that was something heeseung... hadn't been prepared for.

like i said in the last part, they save sunghoon; how, im not sure, but they save him, probably with a fair bit of sunoo's help, and they're together again. only the tiny difference here is that sunoo is with them too. sunoo is back, and the gang has yet another undead bestie to teach the ropes of being a vampire to. things are awkward, obviously, especially between the original brother's trio of heeseung, sunoo, and jay; because sunoo is his usual sweet and kind self while jay believes that he should be more angry at heeseung for killing him, heeseung agrees, and jay has some very conflicted feelings about how self-depricating his hyung is being (because like... yeah you killed sunoo and im supposed to hate you but you're not supposed to hate yourself, you idiot, what the fuck?)

(also like. if we're gonna take some more crumbs from cql canon here im gonna go ahead and say sunoo's death was at least somewhat self-sacrificial, even if it was heeseung that ended up causing it in the end)

(i kind of love how jiang cheng-y i made enhaverse jay here to be honest)

(okay this has been in my drafts WAY too long because ive been waiting for some miraculous Other Detail i need to add to pop up in my mind, but honestly i can just add anything else i think of in a reblog afterwards, this bitch just needs to see the light of day)

#magpie thoughts #magpie writes #??? kind of ???#enhaverse #enhaverse theories #ALSO kind of???#enhaverse writing #enhaverse aus #the untamed/cql #the untamed spoilers #idk but just to be safe ig .

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kindestegg · 4 years ago

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RSD is like... Any time something makes me feel the tiniest tiniest bit left out, I am instantly crushed under a thousand tonnes of granite. And the granite is made of sadness. Coming across the term 'RSD' made me happy because I finally had a word for it, even if it's not accepted among psychiatrists. I have to assume from your post that you don't experience this, because if you did you would know that it's real as shit.

well you assumed wrong, frankly. it seems that you deeply misinterpreted my point. its not that the feelings you call rejection sensitivity disorder arent real, its just that, to call it specifically a disorder, and specifically linked only to adhd, waters down a LOT of things.

most importantly, it puts the blame of the anxiety and sadness and all that horrible shit you *AND I* feel solely on us and our disorder. thats not true. my point is that we feel like this because the world is ableist as shit, because we grow up thinking something is wrong with us, being told we are not like the others, that we have to be fixed, or fix ourselves. because at some point in time, you and i have been made to feel like we were too loud, or talked too much, or too fast, too uncomfortable to participate in a conversation, to socialize.

because when i was a kid, i was so full of energy and my hyperactivity was bursting at the seams, i wanted to grab everybody by the hand and show them literally the entire world of possibilities i saw, all my experiences, all the crazy rollercoasters that formed in my brain in a minute of seconds. i thought it would make them happy. instead, i was called the crazy kid, the weird kid, the unpredictable kid. and slowly, i was made into a quiet, shy, withdrawn person.

i dont talk to people individually now unless they talk to me first, or if im sure ill be able to say something they will like, and with groups? i can only approach them in very specific situations. im constantly afraid i will talk too much or make things terribly awkward, that im burdening my friends, that they stick with me out of pity for me and my wild mind. and that block of granite you feel? well, buddy, i feel it too. every time i talk a LOT about something, or put down a crazy idea on a group chat, but people dont respond, or take a long while to do so, i immediately imagine that i fucked up, i said something uncomfortable, i fear that no one even wanted to hear me say anything like that ever again.

you and i arent enemies, we dont even have totally different view points at the end of the day. you and i are the same. but i want you to understand that you arent alone, and you are not to blame. you are not the sole architect that chiseled the block of granite, neither is inherently your adhd. youve been made to feel unwanted because of it, but that doesnt have to be true. you dont have to take all the blame. youre okay. we are all okay. i hope you and i both keep finding people that remind us we can still be loved and appreciated, adhd and all.

as a side note, you can keep calling it rsd if you want, words are just words. if i wanted to call a pen a bleepblop right now, i could. but please, please keep in mind its not your adhd just doing this, theres more to it, and maybe if you understand that, it can even give you the courage to try and defy all that repression you went through, maybe. and please understand your friends with other disorders also go through the same problems, and you can bond with them over it too, and they can also help you feel more at ease with them (although, something tells me, you dont need to be told this, im sure youve figured it out).

#Commander's answers #Anonymous

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violetnotez · 5 years ago

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Rookie- Dabi x Fem!Reader

By popular demand, here is my 1st Dabi fic! I kind of wish I put more dialogue for him, so if you guys want a part 2 to this, Ill definitely give him some more attention!

Dabi x reader

Genre: Fluff + Dabi being a man-wh*re

Word Count: 1500+

Warnings: Cursing + LOV being the LOV

Summary: Dabi is having the most boring day of his life, with nothing to do and no missions to be on- until you show up.

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(RULES | MASTERLIST| REQUESTS OPEN!!! :))

Dabi was sprawled along the couch in the bar, his long slender legs bent out lazily. He stared at his hand as he played with a spark of blue flames that sprouted out from his scarred fingers, Shigaraki pouring over a new plan at the bar, while Black Mist made him a drink.

Most of the time, Dabi preferred to be by himself. He saw social interaction as draining, a nuisance really- hell, he could practically count all his “friends” he had in life on one hand. But on days like this, when plans were at a stall and no interesting work was needed, Dabi would begin to wish that it would be nice to have something to do, even (in times of extreme boredom) somebody to do it with.

Right then, as Dabi was struggling to get over this fit of boredom, Toga skipped into the bar, that love-sick-school-girl smile plastered on her lips. She giggled, shying over to Shigaraki, his slumped form not enjoying the excitement radiating off the chaotic girl.

“Me and Twice found a new friend!” she yelled enthusiastically, catching everyone’s attention. Toga’s perception of people was a little-strange- and her idea of a “friend”, most of the time, meant “enemy” in their minds.

Black Mist stopped drying the glass he was attending to behind the counter, and Shigaraki immediately swiveled his head around abruptly to look at the door. Dabi stayed on the couch, only having the energy to extinguish his blue flames and turn his head slightly to see the new entertainment.

Twice ushered in his capture, their arms tied in front of them as he shoved them into the room. Their body was completely clad in black, the clothes baggy against their frame. A hood draped down upon their face, obscuring their eyes, as a black mask adorned with silver accents covered their face from nose down. Their frame was small in stature, most likely a teen.

“Found this little tyke trying to break in when I was on patrol with Little Miss Crazy Knives,” Twice introduced, his hand squeezing their shoulder dangerously. “Said they had intel for you Shigaraki.”

Shigaraki crouched off his chair, his body swaying.

“You idiot!” he snarled at Twice, “You dont even know who this is- they could be working with the heroes for all we know...And you lead them right into our place of work!”

“I assure you Tomura Shigaraki, I am no hero.”

Everyone turned to look at the intruder. The masked figure’s voice startled the group- its voice was anything but smooth: it was snarled, deep, and artificial- sounding- there was definitely a voice changer inside the mask.

“See Shigaraki, they’re not with the heroes!” Can we keep them? Please?” she pleaded giddily, her body bouncing up and down.

“They could still be our enemies, even if they say their not connected to any hero group,” Blackmist reasoned, the whole League ataring at your unstruggling form.

Dabi tilted his head up, examining them-they weren’t trying to escape, or even trying to pull away from Twice’s harsh hold. You definitely were crazy, whoever the hell you were, showing up here. Shigaraki was not afraid to kill- hell, none of them were.

“Awww, what a bummer that would be-” Toga whined, “Can I kill them if they are?”

“No one will be killing anyone,” Tomura replied dangerously, “until I say so.”

He strided over to the intruder, his body lagging and stumbling as he went.

“What is your motive for being here-no one just stumbles on the League of Villians for nothing.”

The masked figure looked down, obscuring their eyes.

“I only wish to give you something- if I get something else in return.”

“In return?” Shigaraki repeated back in a taunt, “what exactly do you want, and what do you have for me that’s so damn valuable that I’ll owe you something?”

The figure looked up, their eyes barely visible from under the hood.

“No, Tomura Shigaraki,” they replied slowly, their voice deep and artificial, “I want nothing materialistic- I need to a job. An occupation. With your League of Villians. I need this promise- and then I’ll give you what I have.”

Shigarki sighed exasperated, shaking his shaggy hair. “Why the hell- do I owe you a promise? And how do you even know my name?”

The figure shrugged its shoulders. “I just know it- when you need a job, the interview goes alot smoother when you know something about the place.”

“This is no interview, you little wierdo,” Sigaraki spat back, “Im just about to let Toga have some fun with you if you dont stop annoying me and wasting my time.”

Toga squealed happily, her fangs glinting devilishly in the eery lights of the bar.

“I want to know your name and who you are-now,” he commanded, watching this intruder’s every movements with careful attention.

Dabi grinned slightly, amused at the situation.

The figure looked up, their eyes now visible, a twinge of fear in those fierce e/c orbs

“I really don’t use much of a name,” they stated coldly, making Shigaraki visibly furious.

“Then what the hell am I supposed to call you? A pain In my ass?” He spat at you, his hand twitching slightly.

Dabi saw this, and decided to get up, his hands stuffed into his pant pockets. He leaned back casually as he walked, your eyes watching him carefully.

“Cool it Shigaraki, if they dont want to use their name- they dont need to,” he reasoned, already finding himself liking you- you weren’t taking crap from him and standing your ground. Even if you turned out to be an enemy, he could at least admire that.

“You have a another name you go by? Anything people call you?” he asked, peering down at you with an amused smirk

“Demon,” the mask gargled out, “I go by Demon.”

“It has a nice ring to it,” Black Mist commented as Toga cooed about how “adorable” it sounded.

Dabi ignored the others, continuing to stare down at the trespasser .

“Why dont you take off the mask, Demon?” he reasoned with you slowly. “Itd make it alot easier for us to trust ya if you lost that crap around your mouth.”

The person squirmed slightly, just enough for it to be noticebale.

“No, I cant,” they replied, “my quirk-”

“Take the damn thing off them.”

Shigaraki commanded coldly to Twice, who did exactly as told, yet couldnt: the person instantly attacked, the rope around their wrists miraculously breaking apart as they twisted Twice’s wrist. He arm tugged back in such a painful way that he couldn't even breathe out a protest. His body followed the momentum of his arm, slamming him on the ground.

The whole of the League reacted instantly- Toga pulled out her knives, both Dabi and Black Mist prepared their quirks, while only Shigaraki looked unfazed, his demeanor now dangerously amused.

“Now, look what we have hear-” Shigarki snarled, his head flopping down to his shoulder and exposing the blood red eye behind the decaying hand, another punny little child wanting to be a villain.”

The intruder had yanked off the mask and hood themselves when the League had taken on their battle stances, their-her- hand held out in a stopping motion- most likely as a warning that they’d use their quirk.

He stared at your wrist, noticing something strange- your wrist turned red. It was bright like a cherry, and he was intrigued by the sudden change. But just as fast as it came, it slowly disappeared, leaving no trace that it was ever there.

Dabi felt his body slacken slightly- this intruder was....attractive. He could even say hot if the circumstances were slightly different. Their hair framed around their face so prettily, their eyes were dangerous and cold yet so inviting, and lips that looked so soft he had the unnerving want to know what they felt like, tasted like...You were utterly perfect, looking so dangerously inviting under the hazy lights of the bar.

“Dont try it-I dont want to hurt you. Any of you.” you stated, your now clear voice sounding so sweet and melodic, even though it’s tone was cold.

Toga squealed unpredictability, making everyone look at her.

“What?” she asked, as if she couldnt understand why everyone was so serious. “They’re a girl! There’s no girls on the team but me! We’re going to be such good friends bestie!!!”

Shigaraki groaned.

“Toga, calm down- your voice is pissing me off.”

Shigaraki strided over to you, his walk slow and limped as Toga threw Shigaraki a dirty look from behind.

“So what is your deal Demon- what intel do you have for me.”

You picked up your chin, Dabi watching each movement of yours with hungry eyes.

You were a sight for sore eyes. There were no scars on you, nothing about you that screamed “villian” except for that damn mask that hid your beauty. He saw you as so utterly pure to this world, even if you actually might have had some runs with the law. You were something so intoxicating to him, he couldnt stand it. Your expression was closed off...but he could see you were alittle worried around them.

“So innocent,” he thought hungrily as he stared at those burning eyes of yours, his tongue running along his teeth.

He wanted to corrupt you so badly, it hurt.

He unapologetically imagined you had worn something a little tighter than those baggy ass clothes- a skin tight suit maybe, he thought lustfully, so he could see those lush curves-

“I have intel on Izuku Midoriya.”

The whole party perked up, even Twice, who was clutching his wrist gently, his eyes giving you a look of annoyance.

“The boy you so desperately despise?” you continued, “I know where he’ll be in the next few days- hell, I know where he is right now if you were that desperate.”

“How?” Shigaraki was now interested- he had been working on getting the little brat for days, even weeks, now- how did you, some random kid who showed up out of nowhere- know about Izuku? About his need to get the twerp and destroy him??

You shrugged, as if your answer would be obvious.

“Im a student at UA High.”

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If you guys want a part 2, pls comment or request! I’d love to do another part, or write for Dabi again soon! (pls send me ideas im bored :)

Requests open!

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hanibalistic · 3 years ago

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GOSH #ACEDAD WAS SOOOOO GOOD omg im crying ,,,, ive been waiting for a fic inspired by gone away and tHIS IS PERFECT !!!!!!! i cant stop reading it for real HDHSASJHFAHJHAFSJDS THESE ARE THE KINDS OF FICS THAT ID WANT A SEQUEL OF BUt at the same time,, its already good on its own 😭😭😭 i love how u defined love as a feeling that comes and goes as it wants,,, that its unpredictable. i personally have never fallen romantically in love for the past 14 yrs of my life but there are times id just think what if i fall in love with the wrong person,,, that thought itself scares me and i rly rly like how ur story reminded me again that i shouldnt be terrified of loving since id move on sooner or later. reading ur new fic made me want to reread all ur works lol,,,, and ill prob rant abt it again XD

ahh, i haven't really written anything for a while even though i had all the inspirations for it. mainly because i am just lazy, but i am going to blame it on school anyway, which i am legally allowed to! thank you so much for reading that and i am glad that you liked it so much (ෆ’∀’ෆ) my writing is a little rusty but if i got my point across in the blurb then i think all is pretty well.

love, right? what a fun concept, and it's so weird! i don't think i have ever truly fallen in love with anyone in the past 20 years of my life either (´･_･`) or maybe i have but my mind just brushed past it because i didn't use to think of love as a necessary and poetic emotion. i was never scared of it; i always thought the heartbreak was worth the good that you gain out of love. i just never yearned for love to come and stay until i do now, and some part of me thinks maybe it's a little late for that (it's not).

i am actively longing for it now, like i want to love and be loved and hold and be held and kiss and be kissed and remember and be reminded of and i just really want to dance around love for a little even if i'm doing it with someone who will be the wrong person for me in the future but is right for me now.

like the internet likes to say: we'll have it one day!!!

#i'm just waiting and waiting #is the world preparing a big epic love for me? for a mean and closed-off girl like me?#is the world preparing a strange person for the little difficult me?#or for you? who knows!#anonie #reply

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kl4us4 · 6 years ago

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A LITTLE LESS ALONE (Bellamy Blake x Reader)

Request: Hii! so idk if ur doing requests rn but I hope you are because I love your writing and I was hoping you could do a Bellamy imagine based off of You Will Be Found from Dear Evan Hansen? Maybe bellamy's gf or whatever has depression and is thinking about suicide and he reminds them that they are loved? or something like that please?

“It’s 7pm.” He advises you. His tone isn’t judging, not like the majority of the people who have shouted at you outside your tent. As if you don’t know you’ve been spending all day in bed.

“I know.” You reply, but you want to say so much more. You want to tell him you wish time would stop just so you can stop existing even for just a split second.

Noticing your sombre mood, Bellamy lays down beside you. He faces you. You face the ceiling. “Talk to me, baby.” He hums gently, reaching to hold your cold hand. “What’s wrong?” Nothing can stop the onset of tears that explode just from that small touch. “Hey, hey, hey,” he mumbles, eyebrows furrowed as he holds you tightly, “I’m here.” He repeats. “You can talk to me.”

“I don’t want to bring you down.” You shake your head, wiping away your tears but it’s futile.

Bellamy pauses, “What do you mean, my love?”

You turn away from him, lifting the warm covers to your chin. “I’ll just ruin your day, don’t worry about me.”

He lets out a small laugh, smiling as he rests his chin on your shoulder. “Never,” Bellamy whispers, wrapping his arms around you. It makes you feel so much safer in this cruel and unpredictable world that expects so much of you. “Now,” Bell continues, “whatever it is, you can always talk to me.”

Silence lingers in the air, your small smile fades. You’ve been with Bellamy for so long that you both know you can talk to each other about anything. And you do.

You remember crying on each other’s shoulders when Finn passed. You remember his broken heart when Clark didn’t make it on the ship. Bellamy is reliable, trustworthy, kind. But something inside you is telling you not to trust the most amazing person you know.

“H-Have you ever felt like nobody was there?” You mutter. The silence is deafening. “Have you ever felt forgotten in the middle of nowhere? Like you could disappear like you could fall and no one would hear.”

“Yes.” He admits, looking down, “I know exactly how you feel, Y/N.” He feels his eyes well up as he pulls back to look at you whilst you’re speaking. Gently running a hand below your eyes, he wipes your tears away. “You don’t need to feel that anymore. Let that lonely feeling wash away. Maybe there’s a reason to believe you’ll be okay.”

“Why?”

“Because when you don’t feel strong enough to stand you can reach out a hand. And I’ll come running.” He can feel his heart pounding in his chest. He never wanted you to feel so alone, so unwanted. “I love you with all my heart. And that means I love you through the good times and the bad times. It means I’m always going to be here to help you, to listen to you. You’re not alone.”

“I love you too.” You close your eyes, smiling slightly as he presses his lips to your forehead.

Bellamy holds your hand tightly, “I know it’s easy to tell you not to feel this way but I also know it’s not that easy. But there’s a place where we don’t have to feel alone, Y/N, and every time that you call you’re a little less alone. Please,” he pauses, “so many people love you so much. Remember, just try to remember you’re not alone. Ever.” He shakes his head, “None of us are alone... say it.”

You look at him through tears and his smile makes you smile and cry at the same time. Part of you feels stupid for ever doubting you had him by your side. “None of us are alone.” You whisper.

“You are not alone.” Bellamy leans in, pressing his lips to yours as his words ring through your head in a loop. Taking your hand, Bellamy leads you to stand. Walking through the door of the tent, you’re scared of how people will react to you being finally up.

Will they chastise you? Swallowing the lump in your throat, you pat down your hair with your free hand. Jasper and Monty are walking in your direction; Jasper speaking in a rushed manner and Monty looking at his watch. When Monty looks up and sees you hand in hand with Bellamy, a glimpse of recognition crosses his face.

“Y/N!” Monty shouts, alerting Jasper who’s face lights up at the sight of you. Bellamy looks at you, a knowing smile on his face. You let out a small laugh, shaking your head and taking a breath of fresh air.

“Just in time to watch the sunset!” Jasper smiles at you and Bellamy, his eyes filled with joy at seeing you. “Everyone‘s at the lake already!”

Everyone. Your teeth clench. But you take a breath, remembering what Bellamy told you. “Let’s go.” You smile, laughing at their cheers as they lead you to the rest of the gang.

Bellamy kisses your temple repeatedly, making you squeal and squirm. “I love you.” He smiles, pulling you closer as you approach everyone.

A round of cheers erupts when they see you, each standing to give you a hug. Raven places a hand on your shoulder, “You right?” She smiles kindly, giving you a hug when you return her smile with a nod.

Looking towards Bellamy, who’s sitting down next to Murphy and Jasper. Bell pats his knee and you sit on his lap. Everyone looks up at the sky as the sun sinks lower into the sky.

All is new.

#The 100 #bellamy blake #bellamy blake imagine #bellamy the 100 #bellamy x reader #bellamy blake imagines #bellamy blake fanfiction #bellamy blake x reader

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itsthwippingtime · 6 years ago

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Fav bloggers and why?

dahskhkasj theres so many!! how am i supposed to,,, uhhh okay i love every one i do if youre not on this list it does NOT mean that i don’t love you

without further ado and in no particular order (okay I’ve noticed some are longer than others and if youre anything like me you’ll read way too much into that but please don’t i don’t mean anything by it i love you all so so so so much)

im so sorry for how long this is. every person tagged in this; i love you so so so so much and thank you so much for just being there for me and just being a presence in my life i am so grateful for our friendship. that applies to everyone, no matter if we’ve talked every day or never, i love you all so so SO much!!!

@anidiotwithapen - my first friend on this site (literally) and they live in Germany so we don’t get to talk as much as i would like cause ugh timezones but i love them so much, a walking disaster, the Clint to my Nat (wait am i Nat? have we discussed this yet?) the number of crack head canons that should be canon and ideas we’ve come up with like wow. i love them so so so so so so so so much. amazing artist like wow check out their art blog @neraidamira

@hraewordsmith - my babes my aunt i love her so much IM GONNA MEET HER ASJKDHASJKHDKASHJKA Rae is literally my rock one of the most supportive, loving people (persons?) I’ve ever met i love her so so so so so so so so muchdasjhkjajzkjashdjk

@keep-a-bucket-full-of-stars - Leah. my babes. an angel on earth i love her so much!!!! I’m gonna meet her too!!! so supportive and loving and encouraging, an amazing writer, an amazing person i mean what else can i say about her???

@starkravingparker - my wife!!! my name twin!!! Ava May i love her so much and I’m so so so proud of her she is so strong and amazing every day she faces demons and battles but she never ever gives up truly inspirational to me i love her so much and I’m gonna meet her one day maybe years from now but we’ll meet definitely and she’ll have to show me all her favorite places to go and things to do!! an amazing singer ( @starkravingava) an amazing writer ( @stparkerwrites) and amazing at making icons/edits/that stuff that i know nothing about ( @starkravingshuri) truly a talented wonderful person i love her to death. she deserves so much love and happiness and I’m so proud of her jsdajkdjlksa

@loubuttons - lou. what can i say about lou. the sweetest person ever. always there to love on you and encourage you and hear you complain and be there to rant and shkjadsahjkska i love her so much literally an angel i cannot,,,, an amazing painter and writer and just deserves all the love in the world i love her so much

@marvelbased SOPHIA I LOVE HER I LOVE HER I LOVE the Bucky to my Sam i could not live without her she’s constantly making me laugh i wish i could give her the world because its what she deserves i love her so much she always supports me and encourages me and we’re gonna meet one day too i know it ill die if we don’t!! dsjkhasjk i just love her!!!!

@cartwheelandfaceplant - we don’t talk much but i love them!!! everything they reblog, marvel or not, is the Quality Content i signed up for and at least a third of my likes is probably posts from them amazing blog amazing person just amazing amazing amazing!!

@tonyintexas - ah Taylor. my partner in crime when it comes to a certain person i love her and her humor its so amazing Taylor is literally crazy but the best kind of crazy and she honestly has me cackling i love her so much

@smallittlebee - the sweetest ever!!! we don’t talk much but literally so so so so so sweet and um CHICKENS!!!!!

@peterparkerisntdead - literally Gwen’s tags and semi vague shit posts throw me into a fit every time i should expect it but i never do i never know what to expect from her she’s like a hurricane so unpredictable sdaljkasdakjsd i love her k so much!!!!!! just !!!!!!

@irondadgroupie - IM SORRY I HAVENT REPLIED TO OUR HEADCANONS IN SO LONG IM SO SO SO SORRY if maybe if you don’t mind waiting until May? my exams are over mid-may and I’m gonna try to have the out before then but its really getting stressful over here and I’m just so sorry for all the shitty excuses and me ignoring you you have no IDEA how sorry i am. i love you so much i love the head canons we come up with, so so supportive and has always supported me with my writing, since the very beginning and it means the world to me dsjakjhsjak i love you babes!!!!

@imveryobservant - ahhh Jessie i love her toooooo!!!!!! we don’t talk a whole lot but when we do its always so much fun!! there are two (2) things that make me think of Jessie: thank u, next and the muppets (i also think of Gwen when i think of the muppets)

@lovelyspidey - LIXI!!!!! Lixi and i don’t talk a whole lot either but i love her so much and she’s like the one person i can freak with about Spider-Man PS4 (LIXI YOU NEED TO FINISH IT HAVE YOU????) and she’s always been there and supported me from the beginning i love her. also my go-to girl for Tom fic recs ;)

@drowningfandoms - okay but literally idk what to say because i remember seeing your URL repeatedly in my notifs at the very beginning, and like sending me asks and stuff and it was so strange that one person liked me and wanted to interact with me. and look how far our friendship has grown!! i love you so so so much!!!! I’m so grateful for you and our friendship and just your presence in my life

@underoosstark - this bitch makes some of the best videos i have ever seen in my entire life!!!! please watch them!!! ugh your mind babes!! we don’t talk a lot either but always amazing and supportive and loving and so sweet and kind andjaksdhjksahdjkashjksahjkd

@messedupfangirl05 - this bitch exposes me in the best ways i love her so so so much she is so kind and supportive and just so funny and I’m so so proud of her and everything she’s done. i love her and the way she writes and just EVERYTHINGS!!!!!

@tominhoodies - STEPH!!! BABES!!!! k i love Steph so much she’s an amazing writer and i love her so so so so so much she’s so funny sometimes she disappeared for days or weeks but i know she does it for her and its whats best for her and i respect and admire the amount of self control she had i love her so much okay don’t talk to me

@knife-wielding-tentacle - listen. if it weren’t for this bitch right here i would have never been introduced to the glorious head canon that is Winter Soldier!Peter and i love it so much (okay I SWEAR I’m gonna answer those asks soon but when have you known me to ever do anything on time) i love them so much jdsakjaskdjlaksjkaklsadjkl please never stop with the head canons they give me life

@adaisyspetals - DAISY!!!!!! i love daisy so much!!!!! she sends me pictures of her cat and dog and i love them too!!!! so sweet and so supportive and i love love love her writing!!!! agasdgjhsags just so amazing i love you so so so much babes!!!!

@mostly-marvel-stuffs - hi!!! we used to talk a lot more than we do now and thats okay but i miss you lots babes!!!!! um just an amazing person altogether i love them!!!! we once calculated how long it would be to do a Disney marathon with all most of the Disney movies so we’re gonna do that one day when we can stay up for a week straight (how long did we say it would be?)

@protecthefuckingbees - idk why they follow me cause they’re literally like the coolest and I’m like,,, not but i love them so so so much so supportive and kind and loving and sdjkhajdhjkahdajk i just love you sooooo much!!!!!!

@tomhollandswhore - we talk like every three days but i cherish those conversations, literally so sweet and kind and supportive and a New Friend cause we don’t know each other super well yet but i already know i love them!!!!!

@tonystarkdadmode - oh my gosh okay so sweet and so amazing and so supportive and just so amazing i love love love them!!!! i love their header (its so iconic go look) and just dsjkasjkdasjkhdsjkadsajk love you so much babes!!!!!

@spider-boiii - the creator of my icon, always has me cackling, super amazing, really nice, I!!!! LOVE!!!!!! THEM!!!!!!!!!

@spookyclooky - k amazing artist first off! also like the only person i can talk to about Detroit: Become Human and (possibly) other PS4 games (we need to play GTA online one day i feel like that’d be a lot of fun haha!!!) i love them so much they’re so sweet and very patiently put up with my incessant questions about DBH, as annoying as they were

@sup-mr-stark, @mysteryavengers, @death1by3thoughts, @tamaranianprincess, @tomhollandeu @tomhollanders2013, @ebonyheartnet, @avengvr, @anxieteandbiscuits, @theincorrectavengers, @spiderman-homecumming, @my-babies-are-ash, @she-loves-her-queens-of-whump - these blogs… we don’t talk a whole lot and i really wish we did, but we all just kinda stand by and support and love each other even tho we’ve had like 3 or less conversations BUT THEYRE STILL ALL AMAZING AND HAVE AMAZING BLOGS AND ARE JUST ALTOGETHER AMAZING PEOPLE I LOVE THEM!!!!

#this is so long #but i loved doing this #i love y'all so much #asks #avah answers #anon

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caden · 6 years ago

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i feel we should examine the whole idea of “do spoilers matter” or not at a deeper level then ‘people who complain about spoilers are annoying so spoiler warnings are stupid’. like the idea that a lot of you guys seem to have of “if having the plot spoiled ruins the movie for you then the plot wasnt any good anyways” seems sort of... not fully wrong but also underdeveloped to me. like, there are tons and tons and tons of stories that are widely considered to be amazing and have clear artistic merit that you absolutely wouldn’t want spoiled. Like, you wouldnt want to know darth vader was lukes father. you wouldnt want to know bruce willis was a ghost the whole time. For drama to be effective you need tension, and a very very efficient way of keeping the audience engaged is by putting them in a mindset where they’re unsure of what will happen next, or by revealing a game-changing plot twist, or by suddenly putting a character into an unexpected position. It seems totally disingenuous to me to be like ‘well it shouldnt matter to the audience whether or not they get to be surprised by what happens in the film they’re watching’. You can’t honestly believe that to be true. Being able to be surprised by a story is like one of the fundamental draws of good storytelling and probably has been for all of human history. Imagine how much worse US or Get Out or any Shakespeare play would be if you knew exactly where the plot would go before you saw it. I know there’s some research that suggests people actually enjoy stuff more if they already know what will happen but you can cast a lot of doubt on that data-- i think that it indicates more that people are more likely to appreciate a good plot once they understand it more thoroughly, hence why you might like a great movie more the second time you watch it. That doesnt mean there isnt value in the first time, it’s just a different way of viewing it.

All that said, the stuff with people not wanting spoilers for endgame has different wrinkles to it. (dont worry im not about to spoil anything). It can’t all be chalked up to ‘people care super deeply about the characters and plot and the writing is always so unpredictable and engaging that they dont want to know a single thing before going in’. Ive spent a lot of time recently thinking about the way infinity war and endgame are constructed, and they’re made in such a way that REALLY facilitates them being ‘spoiled’. because they’re written around moments. The plot isn’t so much a naturally moving thing with motivations and momentum of its own as much as a connective tissue between various cool things happening. Like, whoa, spider-man just met the guardians of the galaxy. oh sick, theyre in wakanda. holy shit, half of them died. Endgame goes REAAAAAALLY hard on this style of writing. And as a method of milking emotion from the audience, it really really works. Assuming the moments themselves are all effective, you’re guaranteeing constant engagement because every three minutes another epic thing is gonna happen. And I think when people fault marvel fans for being obsessed with spoiler warnings, this style of filmmaking is really what they’re trying to critique. because there’s a suggestion that if your movie is just jumping from crazy twist to shocking death to funny reference to epic fight, you’re losing the thing that should actually be the connective tissue of a film-- its themes, character arcs, ideas, setting... etc. And while I personally don’t think those things are mutually exclusive, (bc i do believe that infinity war and endgame genuinely have themes they try to discuss), i would also agree with the argument that reliance on shocking moments over actual ideas is bad writing. But as I mentioned earlier, a filmmaker like Jordan Peele whose works are generally agreed to be very good also uses this writing style-- his plots escalate via twists and turns and are expertly constructed to keep the audience wondering what’ll happen next, and he does a really great job with it.

Now, i DEFINITELY think there’s an argument for ‘disney intentionally plays up the spoiler warning angle in a way that’s ultimately toxic to the filmmaking process’. Like I don’t believe that the “tom holland doesnt get to read the script” stuff is true, I 100% think it’s all a publicity stunt-- but they shouldnt be setting a precedent that makes people think doing something like that to a lead actor is acceptable. It’s not how films should be made, and the only reason I’m sure its all fake is because I have enough filmmaking experience to know itd literally be impossible to efficiently shoot a big-budget film under those conditions. Of course all the buzz about endgame spoilers is HUGELY beneficial to their marketing teams, so obviously they’re gonna go hard as hell on enforcing that narrative. Like they 100% WANT everyone to both be spoiling the movie and getting anxious about having the movie spoiled, because its all free advertising for them. But in terms of ‘big movie studios having greedy practices that harmfully affect the artistic process and make their films worse’, its incredibly low on the list of bad stuff that studios do imo.

So, like, if you’re gonna critique all the various aspects of that, I think you should A) put your efforts towards exposing all the spoiler panic through the lens of how it affects the way that films are produced and consumed, or B) put your efforts towards analyzing the media itself, watch the film and ask ‘is this film more engaging and well-made because of its reliance on moments that can be spoiled? If no, why is that not working? If yes, is that engagement coming at a cost or is it justified? Essentially, I’d like to feel that the criticism was either coming from a social angle or an artistic one. And if that were the case I think i’d have less of an issue with it. Just saying “people are dumb for caring about spoilers” is silly. Maybe it’s dumb, but that’s not the point. People will consume media however they want to and if they want to care about spoilers then they have a right to care. You guys aren’t wrong if you think marvel shit is stupid and badly made, because art is subjective and no opinion on it is wrong. But other people also aren’t wrong for liking and caring about it, and being like ‘we should spoil it for them to teach them a lesson” is gross and totally unproductive. I know 99% of it is jokes but you gotta remember that some people have spent a very long time being very excited to see this movie and doing something that wrecks that for them is just mean and inconsiderate. It’s not about whether them feeling that way is stupid or not, because yeah, it’s stupid to be that invested in superhero movies. It’s about it not being cool to intentionally hurt someone just because you can. And the reason i don’t have a lot of tolerance for it is because I feel like saying “caring about spoilers is stupid” is a kneejerk, surface level attempt at media criticism and we can do better. I obviously care pretty deeply about the way we consume and criticize pop culture and i think it’s in everyone’s benefit to have more productive discourse about this stuff. No ill will towards my friends who are saying the things that i’m ragging on, i obviously don’t think it’s coming from a malicious place or anything-- this is just my read on the situation. Was gonna post this like two days ago but then decided someone would prob message me a spoiler because of it lol

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