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[silhouettecrow]

365 Days of Writing Prompts: Day 357

Adjective: Bewildered

Noun: Fruit

Definitions for those who need/want them:

Bewildered: perplexed and confused, or very puzzled

Fruit: the sweet and fleshy product of a tree or other plant that contains seed and can be eaten as food; (botany) the seed-bearing structure of a plant, e.g. an acorn; (archaic) (literary) natural produce that can be used for food; the result or reward of work or activity; (archaic) offspring; (offensive) (North American) a gay man

[bbystark]

♡ simon is a bad stalker part 3 ♡

badstalker!simon x reader series - pt one two

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summary: you take the risk and meet up with your stalker. briefly features soap. mdni

a/n: i'm so sorry this took so long to get out! and thank you to everyone who requested a part 3, you guys keep me motivated. got bit by the productivity bug so expect more fics soon. :) ( @identity2212 )

you're still reeling days after your talk with your stalker. ghost, you think to yourself. a fake name or nickname, no doubt, but at least you have something to call him. a name to put to the silhouette.

he hasn't reached out since the video call, but you know he's most likely still around, whether he's making it known or not.

you're miffed, and starting to think the man has avoidance issues. it's probably one of the tamer things wrong with him.

then one night you're on your porch, lounging with a cup of tea, minding your own business when a black suv rolls up, much like the one that had picked you up the night you were stranded.

you stand when a man steps out of the car, mohawk emphasizing the height and overall largeness of him.

you watch him warily; he walks up to the fence and rests his palms on the edge. you half expect him to open the gate and waltz right up, confidence oozing from him.

but he stays there, giving you a small smile. "you still wanna meet 'im lass?"

of course it was one of his people. you numbly wondered how he knew the biggest men you've ever seen in your life. you know ghost can't be small himself, you'd put that much together seeing how his shoulders were almost bulked out of frame on the video call.

"you're with him?" you hesitate a little, clutching your mug closer to your chest, "with ghost?" he nods.

you're silent, and he lets you be. lord knows he's not planning on taking you kicking and screaming, sure you were a pretty little thing but he about backhanded simon when he found out about you. of course the big idiot was "accidentally" stalking a much too curious woman. he really knew how to pick 'em.

you weigh your options. you know the man is here to take you to ghost, you could infer that much. it's a dumb idea to go, but it was a dumb time last time and it turned out fine. you could tell him to fuck off, send him on his way. he'd probably listen.

you're not ready to admit to yourself that you'd grown use to ghost's presence, and that part of you would miss it if one day he decided to wise up and leave you alone.

you make a decision before you can really realize it. "can I grab my purse?"

° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 °

he opens the door of the car for you, and it makes your head spin, you're about to meet your stalker and here you are being treated with the utmost respect. it made no sense. you clutch to your keys, fingers seeking out the self-defense items in the pockets of your purse, trying to ease your anxiety.

he hasn't hurt you yet, not really. you remind yourself. violated an insane number of boundaries, yes, but if anything, you're the safest you've ever been. you even take walks at night now, knowing deep down he's somewhere close keeping you safe from everything. everything but him.

your lost in thought as soap watches you from the rearview. he's starting to see why ghost was so fond of you, you're brave and a little naive. like a kitten against a pitbull. headstrong no doubt, probably a downright brat at times. the thought stirs something in him, and he briefly wonders if simon would be up to sharing one day.

he parks the car and you realize in your anxious thoughts you didn't pay any attention to where you were going, too overwhelmed. and you were already here. your entire body flashes cold, sweat prickling the back of your neck. you cannot fucking believe what you had gotten yourself into.

° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 °

ghost had been pacing for the past 20 minutes, fighting the urge to tuck tail and run. he shouldn't be nervous, he was grown man with hundreds of kills under his belt, he shouldn't be shaken at the prospect of meeting some girl.

but you weren't some girl, you were his woman, he was sure of it. something deep in his bones and at the forefront of his brain just knew.

he goes still when he recognizes the sound of the suv rolling down the driveway. he had chosen some random abandoned building, not ready to let you into his own apartment in case things went wrong.

he forcefully exhales, pulling his mask down and taking a deep breath in. it was now or never.

you step out of the car shakily. an abandoned property. nothing serial killer about that. your heart drums in your ears as you follow soap up the steps, avoiding the jagged pieces of wood that stuck up in every which way.

he gets to the door, glancing back at you, offering you one more out. you meet his gaze and hold it, and he figures that's answer enough. he pushes the door open, stepping to the side to let you in.

your first steps inside you don't see him, eyes adjusting to the low light. and then you see a figure in the corner, still as a statue. he's fucking huge, is the only thought that pushes through the panic rising in your chest. you didn't know when you had started shaking. you can see his eyes, carefully watching you.

soap awkwardly clears his throat after almost a minute long staring competition between you and ghost. a kitten and a pitbull indeed. it almost makes him smirk. "right then, i'll be in the car." he promptly shuts the door, wood scraping against wood making you wince.

ghost speaks first, finding himself almost wheezing the words out. "'ello luv." you just stare at him. you seem shellshocked, almost as still as he is, save your chest rapidly rising and falling. he cautiously crosses the room, not wanting to spook you. not when he was this close.

he's standing right in front of you, and your neck aches as you peer up at him. you still can't find the words. something primal in you screaming to run, hide, punch kick, anything. you shake even harder. simon raises his hands to your cheek, effectively smooshing your face between them. its clumsy and he's borderline using too much pressure, but it's grounding for some reason. "breathe." it's said like an order.

you take a deep breath. "this is fucking insane. you're fucking insane." he lets out a puff of air. "i know. i could say the same about you, showin' up 'ere." you give him a look. "i guess you got me there." you catch yourself blinking when you realize he has long, blonde lashes and blue eyes.

he's staring back, eyes roaming your features. it's the first time he's touched you while you were awake, first time he's been able to see your eyes up close. he finds warmth spreading through him, and it's almost too much. he drops his hands and takes a step back, instinctively crossing his arms.

you hate that you miss the heaviness of his hands on your face, and blame the warmness in your cheeks on lingering warmth from his gloved hands.

"i don't know what to say." you really don't. you had a million questions, practiced how you would chew him out and interrogate him. it's all lost now. he shifts on his feet a little. "i feel responsible for you.'" he blurts.

you stay silent, hoping he elaborates. after a few moments he does. "there's not many good people left in the world. i've seen the worst of 'em, downright evil 'n selfish." you can see his jaw clench through the mask. "you're not like 'em. you're kind, pure. go out of your way to be a good person. only right i show you what it's like to be taken care of fer once."

you stare at him, and you know he's telling you the truth. this truly was his fucked-up way of courting you. you scoff a little, not able to contain yourself. "you know there are other ways to be in someone's life, right? without breaking dozens of laws in the process?" he shrugs.

you swallow the lump in your throat, widening your stance subconsciously. simon finds it adorable. "you can't keep doing this. it's wrong." you hate that your voice is shaking and hate even more that the words feel wrong as soon as they come out.

his eyes darken, and he's on you before you can blink. one of his hands is on the nape of your neck, applying slight pressure, scruffing you like a cat. he brings his mask covered lips to your ear.

"you're mine, you hear that? i'm here to help you, to make sure you don't ever have to struggle again. you have my word i'll never hurt you, but you gotta understand that i'll do everything to stay close to you until my dying breath. i'm 'ere to stay luv."

your mind is reeling at the low growl in his voice, dangerous and way too attractive given the situation. he could wrap his hands around your neck easily, choke you until the vessels in your eyes pop and your lungs ignite. but he doesn't, he's just demonstrating the pure control he has over the situation. he's telling you that he cares for you, keep you safe, but that it's at the price of being at his mercy. part of you doesn't mind the idea. you've been at his mercy for almost 6 months anyway, you really only had the illusion of control. would it be that bad to submit to him?

you're sick, you have to be. but can anyone blame you? in almost all your relationships, romantic or not, you were the caregiver. constantly bending over backwards and people pleasing until your heart ached. give give give. it was the story of your life. and here he was, offering you to take for once, only asking you to be receptive in return. it's so fucking tempting.

"take me on a date first at least." you say airily, afraid he can hear your heart thumping against your rib cage.

he leans away from you slightly, looking into your eyes. he keeps his hand tangled in your hair, fingers twitching when he sees the silent challenge in them mixed with a healthy speck of fear. he wants to throw his head back and groan. this was guarded acceptance of the circumstances he had put you in, the last thing he thought he would get from you.

"alright." you blink at him. "what?"

"i said alright luv. we'll go onna date."

you can't believe your ears. nervousness scratches at your chest, you almost regret your offer. maybe leaving him in the shadows would've been for the best, you had no idea what gate you had opened by showing up here in the first place. your mouth is agape, only capable of staring incredulously at him. he takes a step back, two fingers gripping your chin and closing your mouth. "you'll catch flies."

you glare at his little jab. he rubs a finger over your bottom lip, eyes lingering there for a second. "i'll giv' you more answers then too. promise."

"okay." you say timidly. you're at a loss for words. you suppose there's not much to say.

"soap'll take you 'ome. i'll let you be for the night, gather your thoughts." he puts a gentle hand on your back, guiding you to the door. you shiver at how well he read you. he must know you well. you know almost nothing of him.

he opens the door, sending a nod to soap as he starts the car up. your back is to ghost, feeling dazed and stupid. so so stupid. ghost leans down once more, hand sliding to rest on your lower back. whispering. "we'll talk soon. get 'ome safe."

when you don't move, he has the audacity to give your ass a little tap to get you going. and you have the audacity to almost like it.

[norrizzandpia]

Could you please write something about lando and some sort of enemies thing? even just a blurb, i just need lando fucking the sassiness out of someone.

Ok so i loved this but it isnt smut and its very angsty and i kinda just took the idea and ran with it

IM SO SORRY IF THIS ISNT WHAT YOU WANTED PLZ FORGIVE ME 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

Enemies To Lovers, Ya Know? (LN4)

Summary: They’ve always hated each other. Always. Right?

Warnings: language, lando being highkey toxic but we can just ignore that!, im sorry i dont know if i like this plz let me know if its shit in the comments 🤞🏻, gender stereotyping? Im not sure the term lmk 💗

Note: SHES A LONG ONE SO GRAB THAT POPCORN also very cutesy and fluffy ones are on the way in apology for this

It wasn’t a secret to the fans, media, or the entirety of the grid.

Lando and Y/n hated each other.

No one was quite sure when it started or how it happened, but it was clear that the two couldn’t stand each other. Through menacing glares and snide comments, both of them showed how much loathing really went on behind the scenes. It didn’t help that they were teammates, both of them driving for the beautiful papaya, as it brought on horrible reviews and narratives. Continuously making McLaren look reckless, Lando and Y/n had gotten countless amounts of scoldings from the PR team, the employees pleading with them to stop the games and just get along, but, for some reason, they never could.

Y/n hated the sight of his face and the sound of his voice, and Lando…

Well, Lando didn’t exactly know why he hated her. She had never done anything to him, in fact, she had been so sweet to him the first time they met he had been convinced he was going to fall in love with her, but, over time, the anticipation of his inevitable love for her transformed into pure annoyance at her presence.

“Can you please stop breathing so loud?” Her voice broke through his thoughts as they waited for their next interview.

Rolling his eyes, Lando set his gaze on her, “Are you asking me to stop breathing?”

“No, I’m asking you to stop doing it so loud.” She countered.

Usually, he wouldn’t comment on someone’s bad behavior, but she made him so aggravated that he couldn’t help but look her in the eyes and say, “No.”

His sickly sweet smile made her fist twitch at her side as she got up from her chair and gathered her things, “God, you never stop, do you?”

He laughed as she left, “Not for you.”

—

“How do you guys even coexist let alone be teammates?” Daniel asked Y/n as they sat and ate lunch in Alpine Hospitality.

She shrugged, “I don’t know.”

He sat back, his fork falling to the side of his salad as he stared at her intently, “Would this have anything to do with that conversation you had with me when you first started racing for McLaren?”

Her head lulled against the table as she groaned, “Daniel, I’m so sick of you bringing that up. I was just hyped up with excitement over being the first girl to race in F1. What I said to you then was the product of delusion and a charming smile.”

His head tilted, “Mhm, sure. So, when you said you loved him, that was fabricated too?”

Her heart sped up and her cheeks burned at the inference, “Yes. You can’t love someone within a few months of knowing them.”

His eyes told her he knew exactly the kind of war that was going on in her head, “Y/n, it’s okay to love someone. It’s okay to put yourself out there.”

She saw the way his hand reached for hers lying on the table, but she pulled it back to dodge his digits trying to comfort her, “Well, it’s a good thing I don’t love him then.”

His mischievous smile haunted her, “I didn’t say his name, Y/n. All I said was it’s okay to love someone. I never said ‘Lando’”.

—

“So, your rivalry is one of the main things you two are known for on the track. How has this affected your relationship off the track? What I mean to ask is does the distaste come from what’s going on on track or just a wavelength you two can’t catch?” The reporter asked, his eyes searching for real answers in the PR-trained athletes.

Y/n opened her mouth to answer, the planned words ready to fly off her tongue, but Lando’s scoffing and interruption stopped her, “There isn’t a rivalry on track. If you know what I mean.”

The reporter’s eyebrows shot up, the opportunity for a juicy story right in front of him, “Are you saying Y/n doesn’t compare to your level of driving skills?”

Even though she hated him and expected nothing but the worst, she was still surprised when he didn’t hesitate to nod, “Well, she hasn’t been in Formula 1 for as long as I have. I have more experience and, therefore, I’m a better driver.”

His lack of humbleness had her blood boiling, “You’re answering this question as if I’m not sitting right here.”

All the men in the room turned at her voice, seemingly realizing she was sitting up there just like he was. The obliviousness to her presence wasn’t something she wasn’t familiar with, it happening on a daily basis, but that didn’t stop the sinking feeling from setting in.

“Do you have something to add?” The reporter shot out, his gaze flipping from both drivers.

She turned her head, glancing at Lando, before continuing, “I think it’s inappropriate for you to ask about Lando and I’s relationship. That’s something between him and I, not anyone else, and I think Lando’s answer is arrogant and inappropriate as well seeing as I’m actually ahead of him in the Constructer’s Championship.”

Each of the men addressed in her statement went to defend themselves, but she put up her hands, “I’m not done. As a woman in this sport, you have to be able to set boundaries with the people around you, especially teammates,” She glared at Lando, “It is clear you were and are trying to start something by your question and Lando may be too naive to see it, but I do not appreciate it. Next question.”

The room was silent before another reporter stood up, a woman this time, and asked her own question. A good, informative one that had Y/n smiling at her in gratefulness.

She answered it with ease even with Lando’s death stare drilling into her side.

—

“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT? YOU MADE ME LOOK LIKE A FOOL!” He screamed as soon as they were alone. She knew it was coming. He had given her rude looks all throughout the panel ever since she shut him and that reporter down.

Looking at him like he had grown two heads, Y/n waved her arms around, “What did you want me to do, Lando? Let you talk shit on me while I was right there?”

His annoyed groan echoed throughout the room as he took a moment to reel himself in before looking at her like she could die and he wouldn’t care, “I wasn’t talking shit and you know it. All you did was take an opportunity to make me look stupid in front of people who control my reputation.”

“Oh, wow I didn’t know that, Lan! Thanks for clearing it up!” She said sarcastically.

His finger came to point at her, “I worked so hard to get where I am, I love my job, and yet you make me question leaving every single day.”

Her eyebrows furrowed, “Worked hard? Are you kidding me, Lando? Your daddy paid for your way in here and we both know it.”

That seemed to strike a nerve as his face heated up in anger before he hit the wall in a sheer mask of rage, “WHERE DO YOU GET OFF, BITCH?”

Her eyes closed and she inhaled a slow breath before saying, “Is bitch all you have? Really?”

He stalked towards her quickly, his frame towering over hers as he stared her down, “I have so much more, but, for the sake of your feelings, I won’t do that to you.”

She laughed with a dry, short sound, “Try me.”

His eyebrows lifted, “Really?”

“Go right ahead.”

Those three words seemingly ruined her life as Lando went into a full-fledged monologue about why he hated her with every cell in his body, “I think it’s crazy the amount of ego you have because all you really are is a PR stunt, so McLaren looks good. Why do you think they would sign a 20-year-old girl who can’t drive for shit? It’s because you’re a girl, Y/n. Your whole message about this industry needing to stop using women as pawns is bullshit. You wanna know why? It’s because you’re the epitome of that with the way you were only signed and you were only ever going to be signed because of your gender and the things it could do for our image. Do you understand me? You don’t mean shit to this team.”

It was as if he had pulled her greatest fears from the depths of her body and presented them in front of her, confirming them. Her eyes watered and her hands shook. Not from anger, but from the crushing reality that Lando never cared about her. From their early days when she thought he was flirting with her and that the jacket he draped over her shoulders when it was cold meant something more to now, where he was yelling at her and tearing her down piece by piece, she didn’t recognize him.

No amount of time spent in bed trying to understand what she had done to him to make him hate her in the way he did would never be enough to conjure up some form of an explanation.

She would have to live with the fact that the man she loved hated her more than anything else in the world. That he could see her lying wounded on the street and he would swerve his car to injure her more.

Somewhere in the span of her thinking, she had begun to cry. The soft, wet tears slowly made their way down her face as if to tease Lando and the mistake he had just made. The meaningless words dawned on him too late as Y/n roughly turned away from him and made her way to the door, slamming it shut and being as loud as she could be.

The knowing faces she saw as she ran out of the hospitality told her that their yelling had been heard by everyone. Something which made her skin crawl and stomach churn at the thought of.

Her head throbbed as one idea bounced around its walls.

Her time at McLaren was effectively over.

—

Whispering increased as Lando made his way through the doors of McLaren’s Headquarters. He had been called for an impromptu meeting with Charlotte and Zak, a pairing that scared him shitless.

His footsteps halted when her short bob caught his eye outside of Zak’s office, “Hey, is everything okay?”

Her panicked gaze met him and she aggressively grabbed the sleeve of his sweatshirt and pulled him into the room, Zak already standing there in wait, “What did you do?”

His hard tone made Lando rethink his entire life, “What do you mean?”

Charlotte hit his chest, “Don’t be stupid, Lando. What did you say to her?”

He shook his head, “I seriously have no clue what you two are talking about.”

Zak yelled in annoyance, “Did you not check your phone? Your teammate’s just resigned because, and I quote, ‘it wasn’t the right fit’. Lando, what did you say to her?”

The air in the room disappeared as Lando’s eyes narrowed, “She what?”

He couldn’t think, all he could do was slowly slide down to sit in the chair behind him as his legs gave out under him.

“She quit, Lando,” Charlotte repeated.

“Lando, if you don’t tell us what you said to her right now, you won’t be the only driver out of a seat.” Zak threatened.

He put his head in his hands as he mumbled, “I told her she was only here because we wanted to sign a woman for good PR.”

A creepy, deafening silence fell upon the room as Zak and Charlotte gazed at each other. The two of them were finally at their wits end with the two driver’s misplaced dislike for each other.

Charlotte cleared her throat, “What?”

“I told her she was only here becaus-” He began to repeat, but she interrupted him.

“I heard you.”

At that, Zak leaned forward on his desk, his intimidating stance making Lando straighten up, “You better go to her and apologize for what you said. Lando, if she doesn’t come back here tomorrow asking for her seat back, I will personally ensure that your next years with us are pure hell. If you just drove one of the best drivers we have ever seen out because you couldn’t man up enough to tell her you love her and instead created this narrative where you hated her, I will ruin your career. I don’t care what kind of relationship we have built over the time you’ve been with us.”

Charlotte rested her hand on his shoulder, “Where’d you even get the idea that that was why we signed her?”

He shook his head, “Nowhere! I just wanted to hit her where it hurt because that’s what she did to me. I know we didn’t sign her on for that reason and I know the kind of talent she has! I don’t know why I did that! I-” He looked at them helplessly, “I’m sorry.”

“Save it for her,” Charlotte said sternly as she gestured for him to leave.

It didn’t take his body any moment longer to leap from his chair and go into autopilot, speeding to her apartment. There had been a few car crash scares on the way there, but he, ultimately, made it to her place with just a shaken feeling.

His hand wrapped against the wooden door, praying she would answer. The sound of her footsteps sounded from behind the door as the lock clicked and it squeezed open.

“What are you doing here? You got what you wanted. I left McLaren.” She said quietly and it was then that Lando realized how exhausted she was of their ongoing feud.

“Y/n, I never wanted that.” He said softly as he rested against the edge of her door, looking down at her adoringly.

His quiet words seemed to aggravate her as she swung the door open and yelled, “THEN WHAT DO YOU WANT? I WENT QUIET WHEN YOU TOLD ME YOU WERE ANNOYED WITH HOW MUCH I SPOKE OUT, I STOPPED MAKING JOKES WHEN YOU TOLD ME I WASN’T FUNNY, AND I LEFT WHEN YOU TOLD ME I DIDN’T HAVE A REAL PLACE ON THE TEAM. WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?”

He couldn’t help the way his heart sunk at the hell he had put her through.

All because he couldn’t be honest with himself.

“I want you.” He whispered, looking in her eyes like it would help her understand.

However, it didn’t and she scoffed, “Oh, so you hated me yesterday, but you want me today? Real mature, Lando. How about you leave me alone, okay? I can’t take your mood swings anymore.”

The door began to close on him, but he stopped it with his hand. Pushing it open and stepping into her apartment, he forced her to hear him, “I never hated you. Never. I know it seemed like it and the things I said to you yesterday were absolutely disgusting. I don’t blame you for being confused about why I’m telling you this now with the way I have treated you over the time we’ve been teammates. But, and just listen to me here, I never hated you. I hated the way you made me feel. I hated the fact that I loved you more than I ever could’ve loved Luisinha, I hated the way you made me want to give up a Grand Prix just so you could win it and feel happy, and I hate the way you’re right there yet I can’t have you.”

Her resolve cracked, he could tell, but she still held her ground, “You think you coming over here and telling me what I’ve been wanting to hear for years will erase what you said to me yesterday?”

His hands came to gently rest over her arms, trying so hard to show her how much she meant to him, “No, I don’t think that. I know what I said to you will always be something you think about, an insecurity that will never go away, and I hate myself for doing that to you. But, I would hate myself more if I let you walk away from F1 and McLaren thinking all you ever were was some ploy.”

She stared at him, clearly dodgy and untrusting of his words, but the look in his eyes, soft and pleading, told her that he had come here with good intentions.

Trying to stop herself from caving in, she looked away, “Okay, you’ve made your point. You can leave now.”

He shook his head, “No.”

Groaning, “Why? You told me what you wanted to and I believe you so what else is there?”

“You haven’t told me that you’re coming back to McLaren.” He said as he pulled her face back to look at him with his fingers.

“Why would I do that? How do I know this thing between us stops here?” She asked hesitantly.

“It won’t,” He began, his words causing her eyebrows to furrow, “It won’t because I still love you. I can’t make up for the things I said to you nor can I take them back, but what I can do is show you that I never meant any of it. If you come back, I’m telling you our hostile relationship won’t be hostile anymore, but I can’t promise I won’t work to get you to love me too.”

Her head fell down, so close to leaning into his chest, as she whispered, “I already do.”

He lightly nudged her head to rest against him as he softly said, “Well, that cuts down my workload by a lot.”

She chuckled, the sound reminding him that he might just be out of the woods, as she looked up at him, “And what if I gave you a chance?”

His smile reached his eyes, “I wouldn’t let you down.”

“Well, then maybe I’ll give you a chance.”

He kissed her forehead lightly before her tone shifted, “Is it true what you said yesterday? Did McLaren only sign me because it helped their image?”

He rapidly shook his head, “No, that was a stupid comment to make. That has never and will never be true. Your skill and talent speaks for itself, Y/n. Do you wonder why I get so defensive when someone talks about our ‘rivalry’? It’s because I know you’re better than me.”

“Don’t do that.” She said.

“Don’t do what?” He asked.

“Lie to me.”

He smiled at her, “Love, you said it yourself yesterday. You’re beating me in the Constructer’s Championship. If you look at our numbers side by side, it’s a fact you’re the better driver.”

Her mischievous smile greeted him, “I know. I just wanted you to say it out loud.”

Scoffing with a loving smile on his face, “Oh, you drive me crazy.”

She returned his smile, the look telling him she was in this with him for a long time, “Enemies to lovers, baby. Enemies to lovers.”

[omega-e123]

okay i got a headcannon just about shadow in general, but its gonna maybe sound crazy but hear me out- the worms of ideas have infested my brain tonight.

Alright so shadow has a hidden G-tube or at least scars from one. (Both options would be hidden by his fur). Now hear me out as to why, in shadows early days it in at least inferred that he was in and out of his tube. So i imagine in these days when he was still growing this is how they provided his body with the nutrion he needed until he was of an stage in his experimental development where he didnt need it anymore. Or just at least used while he was 0ut in his tube in these early stages.

If he still had it prehaps it would be because the ark was raided before it could get removed. I imagine if it wasnt he would subtley try to hide it and keep it. Due to it reminds him of maria, due to she may had possibly had one two. If he didnt still habe it then the scars would be possibly from where g.u.n. took it out.

Also as my worms eat at this idea i can imagine that shadow would be very picky about making sure his s/o had the proper nutrition, and isnt skipping meals. Due to the importance of why he had the tube reminds him of how even he in his early ages couldnt go on to be the ultimate lifeform had he not got what he needed. This hedgy wants to keep you strong and this is one way he does it, being sure your eating well and have what you need.

Not sure what other ideas to put on top of his headcannon so this is what i got, im sorry this is all over the place but the worms be eating at dis.

HELLO YES. I LOVE WHERE YOUR BRAIN IS AT.

Considering how much self-loathing Shadow exhibits from what we’ve seen from recent animations.. this would def add to it I feel.

But ofc, if Maria had it or seeing his S/O, his attitude on it changes. His partner finding out about it, learning he’s hiding it probably would lead to a sit down discussion.

“Is it really that unsightly?”

“No! That’s not it!”

It’s not only a painful reminder of the ark.

Reiterating, “Without this, I wouldn’t be where I stand today. I would not be the ultimate life form if I had not gotten the proper nutrients to grow one way or another.”

Screeeeeeee!!

[anxiousgaypanicking]

begging the fanders who are critiquing the janus makeup vid to think critically abt their complaints for a moment

(this is not to say that thomas is un-critique-able, just that the complaints ive been personally seeing are easily explained by general inferences made about the characters' personalities)

firstly: "janus doing the makeup makes it so that his scales arent canonical!" explanation: the beginning of the video, janus says he's in his "thomas disguise." he's doing his makeup in THOMASS BODY, to "LOOK LIKE HIMSELF." it can be assumed that when he snaps into his normal clothes, he's rid himself of the makeup and what we're seeing are his canonical scales.

next: "please take roman and janus's fight seriously! why isnt janus upset??? i want this to be more than a cat fight!" explanation: WHAT about janus makes you think he'd be vulnerable about a fight he had on camera while doing his makeup. please think about that for a moment. from what we know about both janus and roman, their entire dynamic is insensitive vs oversensitive. offensive vs easily offended. AND, MOST IMPORTANTLY, doesn't care at all vs cares too much. that last dynamic is what i specifically think will be explored in the finale, but janus - from everything we know about him, and even in the makeup video - refuses to care about things. sure, it's a part of his sassy persona, but not caring about things is a defense mechanism, and one that janus very clearly relies on. mocking roman in a video and then refusing to address it (which would be weird of him to do anyway in a LIGHTHEARTED MAKEUP VIDEO) is very in-line with his personality. very genuinely - could you really look me in the eye and tell me it'd be MORE in character for janus to sort of tear up and look away and be uncomfortable with the idea of roman? absolutely not.

last: "janus was very out of character! he was laughing and stuff!" explanation: you mean in the grey sections? the sections that are very much meant to be interpreted as bloopers? bro

again: this isnt to say thomas is exempt from criticism, and there have been critiques of his videos that i have agreed with in the past. but these couple have especially been bothering me because of how clear their answers were not only in the characters' personalities, but within the video itself!

if anybody has any other criticisms, id be very open to hearing them! but these were my two cents

i personally really enjoyed the video. i thought it was very silly, which im pretty sure was it's intention, and i hope that more people got enjoyment out of it than what i've been seeing. very funny; i enjoy the shorter, more lighthearted videos just as much as i do the more lore-focused ones.

[kingcunny]

what are your thoughts on laena and daemon? allegedly the only one of his wives he truly loved, as the songs said. is there maybe a rhaenys or corlys connection there, or is Laena just the only normal (normal for Targaryen) relationship Daemon ever has?

ill admit daemon and laena are kinda a question mark for me. im not really totally sure how that relationship would work. we dont really get much of laena, in either the show or book. but going off these two lines i could kinda read it as theyre both very free spirits. feeling tied down to one place and antsy. they both want More.

im glad you mentioned this marriage more being a connection to corlys, cause thats what im leaning towards. we can infer corlys and daemon got very close during the crab war (and remember in the book it was just those two, laenor was a little baby and at home with mom) (we will never understand a warriors bond)

we also know corlys was Not Happy with laenas (at the time) current betrothed. then his good ol’ buddy, whose absolutely insane and will do anything ‘for the lulz’ shows up. mayhaps corlys got an idea. hes already tried to marry laena off to one of the targ brothers (and the one he didnt like…), why not the other? who would corlys rather have in his family, freeloading loser WHO? or his good friend and warrior bonded brother? i could see daemons duel with laenas fiance being something he and corlys secretly planned. kill my daughters betrothed and shes yours.

[punchingballs]

HI HI HI

can i request niigo x reader who looks/acts opposite of them. although their mental health with niigo is like the same but externally, they tend to stick like sore thumb in other's pov.

reader doesn't talk unless spoken, expressionless and her tone is always flat when talking BUT mizuki isn't like that, ena isn't like that, kanade isn't like that; mafuyu is like that but in her good girl facade, she's doesn't act similarly to reader.

CAN YOU UNDERSTAND THIS? I DON'T HOW TO EXPLAIN OMG... anyways...

hope you're in good health!!

I AM VERY CONFUSED BUT I WILL TRY TO DELIVER WHAT I CAN INFER FROM THIS GRAHHH

THANK YOU I HOPE YOU ARE ALSO IN GOOD HEALTH

IM SO SO SO SO SORRY THAT THIS WAS LATE IM NOT ONLINE ON TUMBLR MUCH

"BRILLIANT UNBRILLIANT LIGHT"

ENA

(ENA MARRY ME PLS)

ENA

Sitting at a cafe, you waited for Ena, courtesy of her inviting you out to talk about something. Perhaps she wanted to talk to you about her new ideas...

You continued waiting for a few minutes before you finally heard someone call your name.

"(name)!" Ena walked over to your table and sat at the opposite side with a small smile.

In bright contrast, you wore normal and plain clothing. While Ena on the other hand, she clearly dressed up, though not as much but it was still quite there.

"Oh... Ena." You said her name in a flat voice, you looked... chronically exhausted but that doesn't really matter since you always were like that.

Different, always silent, plain, in stark contrast to the 4 at Nightcord at 25:00 you were an odd one, almost like you were trying to be invisible.

"Seriously? Slippers with socks on?" Ena made a chuckle, tilting her head to gaze at your footwear.

"Sorry, I didn't think the conversation would be that important."

"It really isn't important, but even if I said that you would still dress like this right?"

"Oh..."

"You're so easy to read, but yet so hard at the same time." Ena made a sigh while resting her head at her palm.

"But perhaps that's because why I am drawn to you..." Ena whispered along her breath.

"Sorry... can you repeat that?"

"Nothing~!"

MIZUKI

"Hey hey!" Mizuki walked beside you and poked you with her finger on the arm.

"Yes...?" You asked flatly, looking at her while you and her were walking around the mall.

"Let's go visit the clothing store there! I'm sure there's tons that would fit you."

"..." You only replied with a painfully plain nod. Causing Mizuki to sigh.

"Be a bit more energetic, will you?" Mizuki playfully commented before intertwining her warm hands with your cold ones.

"... Wonderhoy."

"I don't think that helps..." Mizuki scratches her head after your comment, you tilted your head.

"You get plus five for effort though."

"Another plus five for being so cute..." Mizuki whispered before walking away.

"What?" You heard what she said, however you soon got dragged by Mizuki's surprisingly rough tug.

"Let's go! I'll get clothes that would look cute on you." Mizuki laughed, forcing you to forget what she said and changing the subject.

MAFUYU

Meeting her for the first time, felt odd. No you felt odd just by being around her, gladly you were perceptive of others despite being dull yourself.

Those eyes, when she introduced herself, you got the feeling... that she was distant, despite her warm words.

It was just a gut feeling though, so you barely paid attention to it.

But in all seriousness, you didn't expected that it would be eventually true. Those instinctive feelings about her you got back then, was actually true.

You can't fake kindness, you also can't fake for too long.

And Mafuyu herself didn't know why she would approach you whenever she got the chance. Mafuyu herself couldn't find an answer, as to why she was drawn to you.

And Mafuyu sat beside you on a bench right now.

"You don't do packed lunch often..." Mafuyu stared at your lunch.

"... I'm lazy." Your reply was fairly delayed.

"That's hard to believe... you always lie like that." Mafuyu sighed heavily.

"You do the same to everyone don't you?"

... Mafuyu's eyes shot wide opened in complete shock. "Huh?" She could only muster that out.

You gave no further explanation and remained silent. Mafuyu didn't reply...

Though however after a few moments, she eventually spoke.

Mafuyu's eyes dulled, it's a good thing no one was around, but now, she knew why she was drawn to you.

"You caught me."

(MARRY ME PLS)

KANADE

Being invited over to her house accidentally was weird. Well, it was because the rain outside was too harsh, and the closest house was Kanade's.

Though at first you refused the idea, Kanade was a bit persistent.

"Come in..." Kanade softly invited you to go inside, in which you did, but not before taking off your shoes first.

You remained silent, while Kanade flipped the light switch, the light opened around the living room.

"The rain... is getting worse isn't it? It's better if you stay here." Kanade said, inviting you to sit at the couch.

"You're kind." You complimented her with a flat voice, but despite that Kanade could tell that it was genuine.

Kanade's cheeks faintly blushed, but she made a small gentle smile.

"Thank you..."

You remained silent after that, the only sound audible was the muffled raindrops colliding with the ground outside of Kanade's house.

"I should compose any soon now..." Kanade whispered to herself, causing you to look at her.

"Compose...? You did mention you wanted to compose music that can save others right?'

"Well I did." Kanade scratched her cheek while tilting her head.

"Can that music save you?"

"..."

Kanade went into silence after what you asked. "Then will you save me if I can't save myself?" Kanade didn't know what pushed her to ask that, but she did.

"I will."

[rigginsstreet]

What do you think about a deaf billy AU?

where Neil moved his family to the middle of nowhere Indiana because he knows 80s bumfuck nowhere doesn’t have a lot of support for disabled ppl and hates his son (as we all know)

At first billy tries to hide it, he had gotten used to learning how to read lips and make inferences on what people were saying, if he happened to miss something? He’d just brush it off, saying he wasn’t paying attention.

Billy might have a slight deaf voice, Neil probably came along with his “no son of mine” spiel so Billy had to learn how to speak as Neil thought was “normal”.

Steve begins to notice something different about Billy; slowed reaction time, really focusing on people’s faces, etc, and brings it up to Joyce.

Joyce, concerned, waits until the next time Billy is in her store to ask if everything is okay. Billy panics, he thought he was doing perfect, if he doesn’t his dads gonna kill him, so he very quickly excuses himself out of the store.

Maybe some further concerned Steve and Joyce? Teaming up to help out Billy? 🥹

i am into all of this. i wanna say way back in the early days of the fandom there was a deaf!billy fic i read.... or it was steve. or it was neither of them and im thinking of another fandom entirely lmfao anyway!

this would put their little staredown at tinas in a whole new context...honestly it puts a lot of billy scenes in new context that boy loves to look and watch and observe.

i would also like to bring in cali bros argilly and say that argyle and billy learned to sign together back home bc neil surely wasnt going to put billy in classes and surely not learn himself, maybe billy had teachers at school who helped? but argyle wanted to learn too since they were besties and he was really the only person billy could talk to after that. so when the hargroves move to indiana billys on his own again and since he doesnt want to out himself as being deaf and ask if anyone knows how to sign, he just pretends to be aloof and like he doesnt give a shit about what anyone says to him (which isnt like... untrue lol)

if he and max still have a bad relationship in this au maybe she hasnt bothered to learn how to sign either cuz like... why is she gonna need it to talk to billy? they dont talk period

steve calling billys name when hes not looking trying to get his attention and it never working so a lightbulb goes off in his head and he starts writing notes to see if that works and sure enough...

joyce picking up books from the library and learning very basic signs for the next time billy comes into the store. she's just trying to be polite but it still makes billy panicky that someone knows. ooooh if neil and billy come into the store one day and she overhears neil giving billy shit about not listening to him and how he needs to get his shit together etc etc and she immediately decides this man needs to be put down like she is not having it but she also knows theres not a whole lot she can do right now besides make her presence known and get him to back down.

steve helping billy out in the classes they share together and even in the classes they dont he finds a way to get notes from other people without letting them know its for billy, and billys constantly wondering how steve keeps pulling this off but steve wont reveal his secrets. them developing this silent language on the basketball court that makes them unbeatable... many thoughts many thoughts

idk how joyce and steve end up joining forces in all of this but i know they do!

[persephonethewanderer]

You talking about Skyfall has riactivated my dormant interest like a sleeper agent. I remember back when the movie came out how very few were actively engaging with the treasure trove of trauma and intensity that is Bond/Silva and I'm so glad to see that you taste lies in that dynamic. I've been meaning to ask you if you, like me, read a subtext in that movie that can be traced back to csa/sa and what you think of it/your thoughts on the subject if that is the case. I really enjoy your analyses <3

anon im kissing u on the mouth with tongue because you gave me the input to talk about the subtextual (accidental? we will see) sexual abuse/incest nature of skyfall in the never ending triangle of sadness and insanity that is bond/m/silva.

skyfall definitely stands out from every other bond movie because it interrogates itself on the nature of what MI6 does and represents. there are no exploding pens, no flashy moments, it is gritty and terrible in all the right ways — arguably it should’ve been the perfect conclusion for the whole franchise but i digress.

there are key elements portrayed in this movie that can be traced back to the gothic nature of the narrative (if you leave aside the most blatant ones like the old haunted family house and the fight in the moors). and one of the staples of such genre is the undercurrent theme of incest and family curses. clearly m, bond and silva are not family by blood, but that doesn’t matter, because the nature of their relationship — the way agents are groomed to be a very specific type of person, the way m interchanges them like broken toys, how much her presence hoover over their whole life — can clearly be interpreted as something else, something more. Sinister, for sure, M stands for mommy for both raoul silva/tiago rodriguez and james bond. she is the most important person in their life (they have been groomed to think so), and yet for her they are just agents.

i spoke on this before but the parallel with bluebeard is very apt to this story, and so is frankenstein (raoul silva notoriously “look upon your work, mother” but can’t we also say that bond’s inability to exist away from the agency isn’t a monstrous creation by itself?).

so reading a grooming/abusive nature into this feels not only obvious to me but also necessary to understand why skyfall has been regarded as the best bond movie and the one that doesn’t feel like a bond movie at all. there is discussions/inferences about sexual assault, about abuse, about the fucked up dynamics that generate between m and her agents — and for which you truly cannot help but somewhat sympathize with silva (arguably the only bond villain that isn’t a villain at all but more like a tragic figure).

now was sam mendes aware of this subtext or was it accidental? i’d say both, because parts of the script clearly hint at the gothic nature of this tale, but also this is ultimately a bond movie so the real exploration of such topics is left to us Understanders™️

so tl;dr yes i think you can totally read these topics into the story, i do personally.

[determinate-negation]

what are your thoughts on this post? (i hope the link doesnt kill this ask, i’m not sure how to edit it so it doesnt so that):

https://(…)www.tumblr.com/(…)tributary/(…)732119807094390785/(…)maybe-i-do-if-it-isnt-the-tea-youve-been

(if this ask goes thru, deleting the parentheses-ellipses should make it work)

brendanicus sucks bc he’s an anti-Black pos, so i’m not seeking to defend him. but i feel like claiming it’s anti-semitic to criticize US media (which has imperialist and capitalist reasons to be pro-israel) is somewhat of a reach, as well as saying the use of the term “blood money” (which we all know is a common term, and an applicable one with how much international funding israel gets to support it’s military violence) is an anti-semitic dogwhistle… i’m not jewish, so i’m not an expert. i sent an ask to a different jewish tumblr user about this post, but they decided i was anti-semitic (for disagreeing with the post, but also bc apparently i was accusing jews of being liars). however, that user seems to have some pro-israel bias and thinks anti-zionism is rooted in anti-semitism, so idk how much stock i can put in their assessment. i’ve been trying to remain self-aware, but things are getting confusing for me when leftists that i thought were anti-zionist are claiming it’s anti-semitic to support palestine

i think im blocked by op because whenever i try to put in the link it says theres nothing there. can someone send me a screenshot?

dont mean to start beef but brendanicus is mad annoying ngl, and his posts are not always the most informed. but anyways. i think i saw his post earlier so ill try to infer, though i dont know what the persons comment is. i dont think "blood money" is antisemitic. as you said its a common term and its also an accurate description. i find this so fucking ridiculous for people to keep getting accused of antisemitism just for basically pointing out that israel is violent and a lot of western money goes into supporting israel- these have to do with capitalism and imperialism not secret jewish plots.

im probably blocked for antizionism crimes tbh, which shows you all you need to know. quite frankly a lot of so called leftists are actually liberals who never really interrogated their beliefs and dont care to study and engage with history and theory. they maintain a liberal mentality, on power and violence and ideology, and especially the jumblr users on here really still believe a lot of zionist propaganda. thats why theyre claiming its antisemitic to support palestine. thats simply it. ive been really trying show why its not antisemitic to criticize biased imperialist media and its just a basic part of marxist analysis and its doing more harm than good to call this antisemitic.

[overleftdown]

i dont wanna make your post too long by rbing back and forth, but that tiktok sent me into the stratosphere too like if it wasnt felix himself who swept the entire discussion under the rug 😭 you know the quote thats like "hell is full of other people"? my personal hell is filled with those who refuse to recognize felix's flaws and insist hes an angel good guy who's done nothing wrong EVER lmao. im not an expert on farleigh but calling him a villain is insane especially in context of his relationship with felix and ollie respectively

i will talk about this always and forever. and this fandom makes it easy to. every time i say my piece and post it, i'm dragged back to the same discussion over and over cuz people are just... so wrong. i'm pretentious and my ego is a flaming torch. HAHAH.

the tiktok you're referencing (for context; tiktok OP was saying that the "race/class discussion" of saltburn was... bad?? i don't even know. they implied that it was bad because it wasn't overt) is so insane and i'm just gunna go on a brief rampage about why.

this concept that white people have, that discussions of race and racism need to be dramatic, and they need to blow up in your face... it pisses me off. it's living proof that people making this commentary how no idea how racism has evolved and changed into what it is now. saltburn and farleigh, in my opinion, is such a perfect race commentary. because it's not overt. archie once said that his otherness was just present in the room. archie as an actor and farleigh as a character; their otherness was THERE. if anything, i would've made the same inferences if farleigh and felix never had the on-screen conversation (although that conversation is a great foundational piece of evidence). i would see the ways in which farleigh has to compensate, mirror, mask, hide, exceed, etc. the viewers woud've noticed, almost like second nature, that farleigh is black in a white-dominated upper-class environment. whether they choose to recognize that, whether they choose to understand what that means... well, you can already see how that's turning out. race commentary doesn't always have to be dramatic and loud, because modern racism is often so quiet. this is amplified in a family dynamic. the racism in my family is despicably, horrifyingly quiet to everyone but me. it's loud as fuck to me. i'm sure it's loud to farleigh.

it's this sort of idea that real racism is overt, that it can only be validated and discussed through boldness and rudeness. when, in fact, modern racism lingers in the air. to quote the historian thomas holt, “What enables racism to reproduce itself after the historical conditions that initially gave it life have disappeared?” saltburn and the cattons is a brilliant representation of this. the viewer is (or should be) fully aware that aristocratic english wealth has been built by the suffering of others. there was a period in time when english wealth was feeding off of enslavement. but overt racism is no longer normative, it's no longer acceptable. the historical conditions of anti-blackness (slavery, legalized racism and segregation) have disappeared, so how does anti-blackness reproduce itself? the answer is, you can see it within the movie.

[uptoolateart]

at the s5 finale,after gabe’s wish. It didnt reset the world but rewrote it? Right..?😃

Cause now im also seeing rumours such: ladybugs nd cat noir’s memories were erased of everything. that happened until now. (Not adrien and marinette’s memories itself but like..when they were transformed)

Like did any memories get erased in the first place? ANYONES.🤦🏼‍♀️👩🏻‍🦳

@hannahzthoughts

Correct - he rewrote it. They were very clear about the rules. You get one wish and it involves a sacrifice of equal weight. Only that exchange should be different.

Where I get confused is over the notion that it's Emilie at the pool party at the very end. If it is, then both she and Nathalie are restored to health, and I call that two wishes, not one. If that was Amelie by the pool, I accept it - his wish was for Nathalie, which was the right thing to ask for. However, what did Gabriel sacrifice? Because if it was his life for hers (possibly theirs), I don't think that's of equal weight. He said he only had hours (by that point, probably minutes) left to live, due to the cataclysm. We saw his finger crumble right off. Is that really a sacrifice, if it's about to happen anyway?? Either the writers don't see that the way I do, or Gabriel sacrificed something else that we have yet to see.

But to return to your question - at the end, Marinette is in her bedroom with Alya and Su-Han and she tells them she went back to the basement to search for the butterfly miraculous but never found it. She also refers to the wish having been made. From that, we can deduce that:

She remembers the battle

She must remember that Monarch was Gabriel

She remembers Gimmi / the wish happening

She knows the world has been altered

She's told Alya and Su-Han all of this (because she just mentioned details to them, casually, and they weren't surprised, so they already knew)

When she then slides the twin rings on Adrien's finger, her words are double-edged and highly suggestive that she knows he's a sentibeing. We can even see it as her using the rings to give him an order not to take them off. I get that its for his safety but...just tell him. That is so wrong, Marinette.

Also, when he's about to make his wish, Gabriel asks Marinette not to tell Adrien what he did / who he was. He wouldn't ask that if everyone's memories were about to be lost. We can then infer that she has decided to keep that promise to Gabriel, for the sake of Adrien (which I totally disagree with, but that's by the by). Therefore, she's told everyone else that Gabriel helped her defeat Monarch and died in the process, going down as a hero. However, it's very clear that she remembers the truth and she's told select other people, as well. (She needs to tell Cat Noir - like...a;skldfj;lskjf this is why I write fan fiction)

As a final point...as per the rules laid out by Gimmi, people's memories being erased would have to be part of the wish, and there would need to be a sacrifice made to balance it out. If you outright wished for memory erasure, I'm not sure what the sacrifice would be. Maybe someone else gets burdened with heaps of awful, painful memories so that someone else doesn't have them?? Anyway, when we see Adrien at that pool party...it's so brief that we have no way of knowing what he remembers. Maybe he does remember the white room but he's choosing to move on from it because he believes (due to Ladybug's lie) that in the end, his father did a wonderful thing. Or maybe Adrien doesn't remember the white room because the nature of Gabriel's wish included wiping that away.

If Gabriel restored Nathalie to health, maybe all memories are the same but people believe she had a miraculous recovery. If he brought Emilie back to life, too, that would necessitate some altered memories, for sure, because how could you explain to everyone that she just came back from the dead?? So, I guess everyone could now believe she was always alive (although this creates a paradox because Gabriel never would've done everything he did to bring her back and even make that wish, if she'd always been there, and this is where it really messes with my head).

But then...does Marinette remember Emilie used to be dead?? Because she remembers the battle and the wish being made - so who in this rewritten reality knows what previously happened to Emilie?

Alternatively...you know, they always refer to Emilie as having 'disappeared'.... Apparently, Thomas once said there was a funeral, but they never actually show or refer to this anywhere in the show, and even if there was a funeral, they couldn't have had a body because Gabriel had to keep her preserved. It must have been one of those symbolic funerals they do when they presume someone dead but have no firm evidence. If she only disappeared, then no one knows she died and she could well have a sudden, miraculous reappearance, which would make a lot more sense and avoid issues of paradox. (All that said...I'm not sure the writers have thought this through to that degree....)

No matter what's going on in this new world...it definitely hasn't all been reset. Things have just been altered, and we will find out the specifics in S6.

[ranposbabe]

Infidel | Johan Liebert x Reader

Chapter 6

After the misfortune of your miserable conversation with your so called reliable father of yours, there was only one thing to do. Walk off. Of course you lacked total frustration to walk too far. Nonetheless, you found yourself wondering a local library just down the street.

It was still early in the day and yet the usually quiet library was oddly filled with many groups of people. You didn’t dare to stay long. Just grabbing the nearest book that had a mysterious yet interesting looking cover and walking straight out.

No bother.

Thus, this is how you currently found yourself in a small cafe further down a couple of streets. The cafe wasn’t so popular but either way you didn’t plan on staying long just long enough to forget about the dreadful talk from earlier.

The book sat in your lap and you flicked through the pages.

Perhaps it was boredom that made you subconsciously skipped over paragraphs.

Or it may of been due to the reoccurring migraine of yours that never truly dared to disappear. You rub at your temple but to no avail does the pain stop.

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

But then it stops. “Excuse me.”

Looking up to see the sight of a young woman perhaps your age standing in front of you. She grasps tightly onto her bag with her coat still on. You assume she’s just arrived. Your eyes momentarily look away out to the street to see gusts of wind going by. You can tell as her hair despite still looking good her hair is slightly messy around her face yet her long blonde hair flows down her back.

“I’m sorry but is it okay if I sit with you ? All of the other seats are full. Seems to be the busiest day of the week here, huh ?” She giggles. But it’s not it’s-

how long have you been here?

You can’t use the amount of pages you’ve read to tell the time as you’ve skipped over half of them. You didn’t even mark where you left off.

It was just then it was if if you had forgotten to speak. It’s been a while since you’ve spoken to someone that wasn’t under the influence of some sort.

Of course, she takes note of this.

“Are you alright ?”

You nod at the seat opposite you, already turning back to your book.

“Huh? “Why does the brain think ? “ Thats quite the title isn’t it ?” She asks, nodding at your book. “Yes.” You simply respond.

You had the ability to converse during a job but now you somehow lacked the skills to do so. To be fair, this wasn’t a job and you weren’t expecting to meet someone at this cafe.

For the first time ever, you felt the need to introduce yourself. This girl somehow looked uncomfortable. Maybe it was because she wasn’t with her friends and didn’t want to look like a loner.

She didn’t want to look like you. Maybe she just needed a book to look busy like you but she didn’t. She sat there, slightly picking at her nicely painted nails. A light pretty pink.

“I’m y/n. What’s your name ?”

You try a gentle tone, not wanting to sound irritated despite wanting to now just go home. She looks up, her already wide but calming eyes shine more.

“It’s nice to meet you, y/n.” She has a soft smile. “I’m Nina.”

“Im currently attending-

Your eyes widen in remembrance.

“Hey ! You forgot this !” Nina yells, handing you now the crumpled files.

“Oh um thanks…Nina.” You nod.

As soon as as the girl walked away…

the buzzing returned.

“University…”

“Was it that obvious?” She smiles.

You’re not sure what to say as your infer taps away on the cover of the book.

Sooner or later the paper will chip away if you continue. But as soon as Nina speaks again you stop. “Oh no ! Has it really been that long ? I need to get home !” She’s frantically staring down at her tiny watch, looking as if she would’ve hoped the hands would just slow down.

There may be a slight part of you that suddenly wants that too.

“I’m really sorry, y/n ! Seems I lost track of time !” Her left hand takes your right.

Her hand is soft and gentle. She’s nothing like your father’s colleges who rough hands grip yours in an attempt to drag you up on a dance floor in a rotting old pub.

Every time you dig your nails into their fat knuckles to make them release you.

None of them bother to drag you up again.

But you don’t dig your nails into her because she seems friendly but slight guilt starts to build up. She’s being polite and you’re struggling to hold up a conversation. You’re clearly not like Nina.

She gets up to leave and at that you quickly rise. “I’ll walk you out.”

You grab the book and swiftly walk out behind her. She thanks you which sounds so unfamiliar to you but you follow her out the door. You spare a glance back into the cafe as you walk out, Nina holding the door for you.

But as you look back, something you typically never do and yet you see an odd sight.

Just by the end of the shop a man sits by himself. His back is facing you and no one sits opposite him. A dull coat and styled blonde hair. Just his back profile somehow feels familiar but you don’t bother to walk up to him and start a conversation with him to see if you recognise him.

After all, you’re not like Nina.

[jeanstapleton]

Does Ole know how to fight? He looks like someone physically trained in the sense of combat, the jump in the gas station scene is very well choreographed (congratulations to Sam for the performance, even considering his height) - I'm a jiu-jitsu fighter and a ballerina, he did a jump very acrobatic in that scene, and I also imagine that he wasn't the type of hitman who kills you with a sniper, but the type who, if necessary, will go into brute force combat.

There's also the scene of him rescuing Dot from the well, Munch literally arrived with everything at Roy's henchman, unarmed and with only a knife (considering he had the knife that blinded Gator), I wanted to see the combat scenes with him, like we saw Malvo, Numbers, Wrench and so on. He seems very well trained to me.

(he seems to follow more of a stealthy style of combat)

ooo yes I love this question >:333

yes I do believe munch knew how to fight, though not formally. again, this is a situation where time is on his side; his own personal form of self defense that he's used for so long it almost resembles a discipline of martial arts were it not for how bestial & instinctive it is. at least with martial arts you can tell there was a before and after while the skills were honed, but munch has always needed to lash back at predators. its likeness to formal combat comes with his eventual incorporation of firearms combined with the pseudo-psychic knowledge he has of human behavior.

munch seems to prefer firearms as a last resort, though & doesn't appear to like relying on them. idk he seemed exasperated when he had to pull out the assault rifle in ep1, & when defending himself against gator in ep2, the scene clearly reads that he is the weapon, and not the pistol. age has not withered him but made him unnaturally strong and fast. thats more my headcanon since its feasible for a grown man to snap another grown man's wrist but learning of munch's supernatural origins adds that different flavor to his physical prowess.

im of the mind that munch's path to becoming a hitman was a complicated one rather than something he just picked up to survive. "a man is paid to soldier" but then he lays down his arms to go live with a community that welcomes him, until "the cannon & the musket" pull him back into solitude. i think thats when he starts using firearms as an extension of himself, to seek revenge. he probably had his own formal hunting skills, sure, but now that the significance behind those skills has been ripped from him, he wants to feed that cruelty back. bows & arrows become guns, and when he cant pick off his enemies from afar, he uses his hands and teeth. it might also be a form of punishment, like attaching a gangrenous limb to a stump. it provides you with temporary reach at the cost of poisoning you.

I thought it was interesting that he knew he was going to be ambushed the second he saw those men through the bushes & yet still followed gator to the shed (?) instead of incapacitating him before they turned the corner. I think he wanted to humiliate him, and, in turn, roy, by proving he's just as useless being supported by others as he is alone. kinda pretentious here so bear with me, but I also thought it was great that munch subdued gator by yanking his groin. a very good blink-and-you'll-miss-it instance of munch using the tillmans' masculinity against them.

the whole thing with dot's rescue will always be fascinating to me no matter what bc of all the unspoken layers leading up to it. munch went to the ranch with the intent of hurting gator, but somewhere along the way he sensed dot's presence, like he could smell her fear, and he followed it. from the way that one henchman was pulled, we can infer munch snuck up from behind, maybe from low ground, which would explain why the others didn't readily see him from their peripherals. that combined with his ferocity threw them off guard just enough that he could disarm them. instead of approaching them as another henchman, which he temporarily was, he rips them apart. instead of leaving dot to use the ladder, he checks up on her, remarks about the unfairness of her situation, and extends a hand. there is a clear thought process here, not entirely governed by animal instincts. he does sense the caged animal in dot, but the residual human in him desires contact and reassurance and the need to help, especially someone who's so like him that it haunts him. I've waxed on about it before but its so "stray animal learns to respect the human that feeds it" except he & dot weren't on that level yet. it was just a spiritual connection, one that was unequivocally necessary to act on. humans are social animals, but animals all the same, & that dormant part of his brain that yearned for love all those centuries was poked at, ironically, after being beaten in battle by this woman who was at her most animalistic. a prey animal turned predator.

[yeyinde]

Hi I am here to ask for guidance and help if you will. I'm writing a story about Price with a single mother reader but im really struggling on his characterization. I was hoping maybe you could give me some key details? (Please I've been watching scenes with just him in it for help)

hiya! this idea sounds absolutely amazing, so i'll do my best to help as much as i can! 🤩 i'm always down to talk about Price.

if it's easier, you can always DM me for more headcanons if you'd like! and i do have a SFW alphabet coming out tomorrow on him!

i read an article from Barry where he said:

"He's a storm coming. There's visceral fucking rage and energy when required [...] There's a softness at times, when he's checking in on certain people, sometimes with Farah. There's a humour to him as well, and I wanted to make sure we felt the human element that perhaps wasn't there before. But when he's required for business, there's a complete fucking shift."

and this entire thing right here set the standard for my characterisation and my take on Price!! it's the thing i come back to the most when i'm debating on what he would do/say in a particular situation.

but for a deep dive:

a very traditional man who's home life growing up was quite bad, and so a part of him yearns for his own family, but he'll never take. never pursue.

he always puts himself in the role of the villain (the one willing to get his hands dirty to spare others the same). he's quite cold on the battlefield and off: very mercurial and quick tempered. i see him def as having unresolved anger issues (and perhaps ones he can't resolve due to the nature of his job; when everything is a state secret, can you really see a therapist? if they have appointed therapists, how much of what he divulges will be reported if he's too honest?).

he's always burning hot, quick to agitate. but he isn't a hothead. for me, i see him as viewing himself as this surly, gruff man. no nonsense. utilitarian to the core. working class man with working class values.

but beneath all of that, i imagine he's quite lonely. not sad lonely, but a man who is hesitant to get close to anyone because once you chisel under his defences (and there are MANY), he is quite a teddy bear.

i think loving Price is battle. it isn't easy, and he won't make it so (he's stubborn, old-fashioned, and hardened with scar tissue so thick he can't remember when he last felt something touch his raw skin); he'll push you away constantly.

if he ever confessed to you, it would be a laundry list of his faults. full stop. he wants you to know what you're getting into: the bad, the ugly, and the terrible. he won't ever try to sway you - even if he so desperately wanted to, so there would be no grand declarations of love (not until you carve a hole inside of his thick walls big enough for you to slip through; then he's quite a clumsy romantic), or reason why you should pick him. it'll be full of reasons why you shouldn't.

on the outside: stubborn, practical, surly, gruff. on the inside, hidden behind walls and walls of grief and loss and hurt and fear: giving, greedy (in the sense that he will want all of you: no more, no less; this greed stops him from pushing for more because he doesn't want you to feel trapped like his mum), and protective.

the biggest thing stopping him from taking, from pursuing what he wants? that he's just like his father.

he's basically a sour bear. gruff and grizzled, but as soft as he can he when he finally opens up! he won't be waxing poetic, but he'll show you he cares by opening up to you. by taking you to places that have meaning to him.

and that's sort of my general personality overhaul of Price! i really hope this helps, but my interpretation of him is not canon. so, what i infer from his dialogue lines is subjective, and if you don't agree, that's perfectly fine! just write him however makes you the most comfortable!!! 🖤

[elliebell77]

It’s your turn to talk about your OCs!!! (Only if you want to of course)

hii im sorry i took so long to answer lol (turns out infodumping takes up a lot of effort)

I have like several ocs (mostly in utmv) but they arent really connected or part of one particular story like yours are. they just kind of exist in their own AUs. I should make them interact at some point tho i think that'd be fun!!

I could infodump abt them all but i think this post would actually be like several pages long so ill just give a synopsis on the 'favorite children' so to speak. four of which i very conveniently drew (mostly because of this ask) like yesterday so ill just use those images lol

Hopeless Error is my most recent character and honestly isnt very fleshed out (none of them are....) but basically it's: "What if Error/Geno never escaped the antivoid?". I made sure not to include any blue into his design because i think error sews his clothes from the strings and Hopeless doesn't have the strings so.. basically he's stuck with his original clothing + whatever he finds dumped in the antivoid.

Hopeless hasn't lost his memories from being Geno, though his memory is kinda bad from being so glitchy but also just from being in the antivoid for so long. He kind of gets certain events jumbled and mixed up, and chunks are either straight up gone or are false memories. Like error (and also geno before he escaped the loading screen) Hopeless is very bitter and cynical. I don't know if he's actually ANGRY like error but he's certainly unhappy and very apathetic with his circumstances.

In this AU Ink exists, but he's kind of just wandering around purposeless. If there's nobody destroying the AUs, there's no point in protecting them, either. because of this the multiverse is in a very stagnant state where new things aren't really being made, but the old things aren't being destroyed, either. it's just kind of... sad.

Recov is a much happier oc!! even though he looks grumpy 99% of the time lmao. Basically Recov is short for recovery au nightmare, who is, as you can probably infer, an au where nightmare gets reverted to his original form. I guess it's more of a "reverted au" since a lot of his problems go unsolved, but you get the point.

Recov agreed to be reverted to his original form, and had a truce with the Stars, but the actual conflict between them isn't really solved yet. just... band aided. Though, dream thinks it's all better because in his mind the issue was surface level and now that nightmare's appearance has been changed dream can finally have his brother back.

I'm honestly not sure what I want to do w/ this au. Obviously, both dream and nightmare have a redemption arc and slowly reconcile and heal the broken trust. but what of after? I was thinking that they become guardians of a new tree planted by dream, which is why Recov is dressed so formally in the image, but the whole point of the au is accepting that things change and that things CANT go back to the way they were before. planting a new tree and going back to square one kind of defeats that entire purpose.

So, for now, recovery au kinda just sits in my mental closet gathering dust lmao.

Lucid is short for Lucid Dream from Dreamswap77 (because there are several other dreamswap aus so i wanted to make mine distinct) if u cant tell I really love making dreamtale aus. though if u think recovery au is neglected wait till u see this one lmao

Lucid is not very fleshed out at all tbh lmao. Basically, the idea of dreamswap77 is that the actual dreamtale plot remains the same, but the character roles have been swapped. So, in this dream is the villain and brutal king of emotions, while nightmare is the poor hero who was tricked into eating the apple and got turned to stone for 800 years and has to gather a small faction (the bad sanses equivalent) to take down the king.

again Lucid and his backstory isnt really fleshed out at all but the reason he has one glowing eye is because he's like. all knowing (hence the name Lucid; being aware of the dream and controlling it) and has reign over both positive and negative emotions. I haven't decided what his powers are specifically but i think he uses them to deliver a specific, highly subjective and very brutal brand of "justice" to anyone who doesn't perfectly fit in that neat little box he considers to be morally good.

The vessel/Vess is very obviously the favorite child because i draw it a LOT and have infodumped about it like several times now. This is kinda the only character not from a specific au, kind of just an outcode. Or better yet error sans with a chara skin

the story of the vessel is basically that Gaster and Chara made an alliance and ended up taking joint control over the discarded vessel from deltarune. The vessel technically, secretly, is also its own person, though it never really gets a voice of its own until later.

the vessel's main goal is to gather up all the little gaster fragments through the multiverse. Though, with a long winded explanation I cant be bothered to type out, taking a gaster fragment from an AU leads to it being completely destroyed, which is why i said it's error with a chara skin. I think the vessel and error have a little rivalry going on, and sometimes (mostly when Gaster is fronting; he's a LOT more cooperative than chara) it teams up with Error against common enemies like Ink. Though, I think if Error ever found out the vessel's true goals he wouldn't be so willing to team up with it.

wow ok that was way longer than i thought itd be