#it's a horrible habit she was of putting others' needs before her own and to her detriment

[tvrningout-a]

i do not have the brain to articulate this thought the way i want rn, so forgive me if this doesn't make proper sense, but the work kaiya does for the corps isn't just for the hope of finding valuable information to use against muzan. it mainly is -- i don't think she'd make herself witness so many painful memories if not for that reason. but when kaiya sifts through the memories of those demons, she doesn't need to take quite as much time as she does. she's used this ability enough to be able to basically? " speed-read " someone's memories. she can get the basic gist without taking the time to really watch the key moments, kinda like reading a summary of a book rather than reading the chapters.

rather than do that, though, kaiya sits with the demon's memories; she learns where they came from, how they became a demon. she tries not to pry too much into their older memories because what she's doing is already so invasive, but she tries to learn who the demon was before they changed. at the very least, if they have to die, the least she can do is understand who this person was.

part of it is also! kaiya's own personal feelings towards being forgotten and how her loved ones never knew what happened to her. she's thought a lot about her mother, how she must have woken up one morning to learn her son-in-law was dead and her daughter was missing. she thinks a lot about how her mother can never know what happened, how she'll never get to explain how badly she hurt and how sorry she is. it's something that tears kaiya up, and to think about so many others being in a similar situation? she hates to think about it.

so even though the process is mentally draining, even though kaiya has nightmares as a result, she takes a little longer with each demon's memories. even if their loved ones can't know what happened, at least one other person will, and at least that person will try to provide some comfort. i've mentioned it before, but kaiya always gives the demon a happy memory or takes them to one of their own before they die.

i think more than anything, she wants them to be at peace since their fates were anything but peaceful. and i'll leave it at that bc i'm afraid i'll ramble for another paragraph if i don't asdf

[wonderlandwalker]

First Impressions | Eddie Munson x Reader

Stranger Things Masterlist / Inbox Summary: Eddie learns that Dustin has a recently reunited sister, and from the moment he meets you he's a goner. (read part 2 here) Content Warnings / Tags: Pure fluff, henderson!reader, tiny mention of a fight but nothing descriptive, not edited, no use of y/n Word Count: 1.4k A/N: Eddie brain rot cause I couldn't keep it in. Don't know if this is my best work but I'm planning to write more chapters on this so it's just a start, hope you like it

“You need a ride home after this?” It was more of a formality than an actual question, he always drove Dustin home after a session.

“Oh that’s okay, my sister is picking me up.” Dustin didn’t even look up from packing his things away, but Eddie’s head shot up.

“Your- you have a sister, since when?” As far as he knew Dustin was an only child, but now he was wrecking his brain trying to think if he had ever mentioned you before.

“I know you’re bad at math Eddie, but I just told you she’s driving so try and put the pieces together.” Dustin was looking up at him now, challenging him.

“Alright smartass, it’s time for you to shut up.” He told him as he ruffled through his hair, leaving behind an agitated Dustin trying frantically to fix it. 

The others had already gone home, but Dustin stayed behind late to help Eddie finish up, a habit that became more and more common as the two grew closer. When they finished packing up Eddie locked the door behind them, and while walking to the parking lot decided he wasn’t quite done interrogating Dustin.

“If you have an older sister, how come I've never seen her around before?”

“I mean she’s been around during holidays before, she lived with dad though but they had a big fight so she’s moved here.” It seemed like a sore topic, so Eddie dropped it for now.

As they got to the entrance of the school and felt the cool air on their skin Eddie indeed noticed another car in the usually empty lot, and you were sitting on the hood of it, a book in your hands as you patiently waited. The last rays of sunshine graced your figure as if the heavens themselves were blessing you, and Eddie had never been so sure he’d seena goddess in his life. It was just like the tales he knew so well, the ones he still devoted his life to, it was as if they were becoming true. You looked up when you heard them approach, smiling at the sight of them and giving Dustin a quick side hug as they reached you.

“It’s nice to meet you, I’ve heard a lot of good things.” You held your hand out for Eddie to take, but all he could do was look at it, staring ahead as if hitting pause in a game, he stood still. He wanted to react, to not make the most horrible first impression possible, but the longer he looked at you the worse it got, getting lost in sight of your smile. “Alright, not a fan of handshakes, notes.” You chuckled as you withdrew your hand, and Eddie cursed himself for not having taken the opportunity to feel how soft your skin must’ve been. You looked at him again, your eyes piercing straight through his soul and he wondered if maybe he had found himself in one of his fantasy worlds, he must have. But the next second he shook himself out of it, because you were real, you were real and in front of him and expecting him to say something.

“I’m Eddie.” he said, nodding his head as if to confirm his own statement.

“So I’ve been told.” Another giggle slipped past your lips, and Eddie wasnt sure if it was from nerves or entertainment, but he was dying to hear more of it, even if he had to make a fool of himself to do so.

Dustins head kept going back and forth as if watching a tennis match of idiocracy. He had never seen Eddie so flustered, so used to the man flaunting with every opportunity that presented itself that this seemed quite out of character. In full disclosure, it was kind of freaking him out to see Eddie so beside himself, and it was freaking him out even further that he couldn’t figure out why. It was probably blatantly obvious to anyone else, but maybe it was for the best that Dustin couldn’t place where the tension originated from, either way, his patience had run out

“Can we go home now, I still have to call Mike to discuss our net strategies” You tore your eyes from Eddie, deciding that maybe it was for the best to head home.

“Yeah alright, maybe I’ll see you around Eddie.” You gave him one last smile as you got in the car with Dustin and drove off, but it took him another minute to pick his shambled ego up from the concrete ground as he berated himself for not being able to utter one coherent sentence. As he got in his van and drove home as well he decided he’d have to grill Dustin for more information on you the next time he’d see him. As he got to the trailer he grumbled a hello to Wayne before disappearing to his room, ignoring the backhanded comment he got about his grumpy disposition. 

He wondered if he’d ever be able to convince you he was cool, whether he’d be able to get you to agree to see him again, but after what just transpired he figured the odds were slim. Not that he’d give up so easily, he didn’t have much of a reputation to lose and if he’d be able to get you to laugh again that would be more than enough. But he didn’t get to wonder for long as Wayne knocked on his door, he was ready to tell the man to leave him alone, but the next sentence was one that confused him immensely

“Someone on the phone for you.” Wayne held the phone out to him, expecting him to get up from the bed and take it, but Eddie didn’t move an inch.

“For me, you sure?” He was still not quite sure what to do. “Unless another Eddie is living here I’m pretty sure.” He moved his hand again to accentuate the phone that was still on hold, but once again Eddie just sat there.

“If you want I can tell her to call back-” That’s when he sprung into action, snatching the phoen out of Wayne’s hand 

“No! No, I got it. Thank you.” The old man simply chuckled as he left again, closing the door behind him to give his nephew some privacy.

Eddie cleared his throat once before picking up the line put on hold. 

“Hello?” he asked, still not quite sure what to do.

“Hi, Eddie it’s me, just wanted to see if you were doing alright.” your sweet voice blessed his ears once more. He doesn’t know what he did to get the universe on his side like this, but he was grateful for it nonetheless.

“Yeah I’m good, listen-” Eddie figured this time he shouldn’t waste his chance, and he probably had some making up to do. “- I’m sorry if I freaked you out earlier, just never seen anyone that pretty before.” You were giggling again, and it brought the biggest grin onto his face. “You didn’t weird me out at all, it was kinda cute. I had to bribe Dustin to let me use the phone so I don’t have much time but I was wondering if maybe you’d like to go out this weekend?” Maybe he should’ve waited a beart before answering, but he was too eager to care.

“Go out, as in a date?” It got him blushing, the red creeping up on his cheeks as he wondered if that’s really what you were asking

“I mean, kinda, if you want to.” He could almost see you blushing on the other side of the line as well, and he decided it was now or never.

“I’d love to.” 

“That’s great, I’m still kind of new around here, do you know any good places?” Your smile was present as you spoke, and he was already looking forward to seeing it again, now knowing he wouldn’t have to wait long.

“How about I come and pick you up, we can go to the mall.” His confidence was growing with the minute now, absolutely elated by the turn of events.

“Im looking forward to it” He wondered what you’d wear, knowing whatever it was it would look beautiful on you, and he knew he’d spend the entire date amazed at your presence. 

“Me too” he said before the both of you hung up the phone, he had already started planning the most amazing evening out, and maybe, he thought, maybe this year really would take a turn for the better.

[part 2 here]

[cowgurrrl]

More domestic Joel Miller headcanons because I can’t stop thinking about him

When Tommy and Maria have their daughter, Joel absolutely falls in love with her. You two take turns helping the new parents out so they can get some sleep which means you get to watch Joel hold the tiny baby

He will bounce her around the dimly lit room, humming whatever song is stuck in his head, and his curls are a mess on top of his head and he looks so tired but he’s so happy

As she gets older, she clings to him and cannot get enough of him

One time you were walking through town together and you heard a very loud “UNCA JOE” coming from behind you

Joel lit up like a Christmas tree when he turned around and saw the little girl abandoning Maria to rush across the town square and into his arms

She and Ellie become fast friends and the two become little trouble makers despite their 14 year age gap

Speaking of trouble, Ellie constantly makes fun of how affectionate you and Joel are at home. On patrol, you keep it professional and barely even kiss each other goodbye. But, once you’re in the comfort of your own home, all bets are off

This man was so touch-starved for so many years but now that he has you, he is the clingiest man alive

Joel will come up behind you when you’re doing something and wrap his arms around you, kiss your neck, tickle you, whatever he needs to do to distract you

He LOOOVVVEEESSS laying his head in your lap and letting you run your fingers through his hair while you ramble about your day

Can’t fall asleep unless he’s touching some part of you

He has a horrible habit of smacking your ass any chance he gets (poor Ellie)

“You guys are gross,” she’s yelled across the room so many times you’ve lost count. Joel thinks it’s hilarious each time

“You’re gross,” he’ll accuse before letting go of you and turning to face her. “You don’t have to be so jealous. There’s enough Joel Miller to go around.” He teases before wrapping her in a big hug and spinning her around the room

Her squeals of laughter could power a whole city as she screams at him to put her down

Loves cooking even if it took him a long time to learn

You and Ellie grinned your way through some truly awful meals but he got better and now you actually look forward to when he cooks

Teaches Ellie how to cook even though she’s more impatient than he is

You manage to snap a Polaroid of the two of them at the stove with their backs to you and under it you wrote “Chefs Miller + Williams”

Oh my god the nicknames they would come up with for each other

Ellie Bellie was the first one and then it quickly divulged into Elle Belle, Bellie, Smellie, Smell, Elle, and so many more

At one point, you were each calling her Beleanor Roosevelt

Joel’s nicknames get cycled through pretty quickly: Joey, Jo Bro, Joel Bowl, Bowl, Grumpy McGrumps (curtesy of Ellie), Goel (Joel’s drunk alter-ego) and whatever else ends up sticking

Joel is one of the most intelligent men you have ever met and you would (and have) trusted him with your life but Jesus Christ is he oblivious when Ellie starts dating

Sarah wasn’t really interested in dating so Joel never had to talk to her about anything but with Ellie EVERYTHING is different

Ellie never really came out in the sense that she never sat you two down to have an emotional conversation. She just kinda came home with Cat and told you she was her girlfriend

You were being a typical protective figure for Ellie and asked Cat lots of questions but even then you weren’t sure if you thought Cat was right for Ellie. Joel, however, was surprisingly quick to welcome Cat and didn’t have any qualms about Ellie dating

When you asked him about it later, he shrugged and said, “I think it’s nice that Ellie has good girlfriends like her”

“No, Joel. Cat is Ellie’s girlfriend not a girlfriend”

“I’m lost”

Once you explain it to him, he goes into Ellie’s room and they talk for a long time about God knows what

Joel Miller may be from Texas but that man supports his daughter, no matter what

Neither of you ended up being a huge fan of Cat but once Ellie and Dina start dating, it’s over

Joel invites Dina over for dinner every chance he gets and embarrasses Ellie each time but Dina loves it

Subtly tries to teach Ellie love songs on the guitar

Ellie subtly lets him

You subtly fall deeper in love and the life you have built with them

In conclusion, Joel Miller would be the sweetest little domestic guy if given the chance.

Give me my last paragraph back or give me death 🍓🍓🍓

[m1ssunderstanding]

Get Back Rewatch 55 Years On: Day 13

Ah it’s “coordinate with the carpet” day.

John could probably say “2+2=3” and Paul would be like “Oh you're sooo right, John.”

Literally the ADHD antics (jumping over a chair because it’s there and you can and it would be funner than going around) are so relatable.

Ringo putting Zac’s picture up? I don’t know much about him as a dad. Does anyone know? I mean I know part of the reason he and Mo left india was because they missed their kids, and in late 66 when John was making HIWTW and Paul was working on TFW and George was off learning filthy eastern ways, Ringo stayed home and ‘enjoyed the baby’. Was he a really good dad?

John: I really liked how that lead singer was singing so soft and nice. Paul: like this, John? Like this? John? John, look at me, do you like this?

Literally why are you even there, Yoko. Like, genuinely, not for the bands sake or anything, but for your own sake, go find somewhere else to be! Something, something, one of the few ways to find success as a woman was to attach yourself to a man and she was hustling with the best feminist tools available okay, okay. Ugh, I just don't know if I could stomach it.

I heard John say “Rickie and the Red Streaks” and I was like, ummm, did you mean “Suzie and the Red Stripes”? But apparently it’s a real band. They were in the same Cavern show as the Beatles when they came back from Hamburg but never made it big. And Paul was purposely referencing them with Linda's pretend band because, as he said, he would have been happy to just have been them instead of the Beatles. 

“John, can you take a little bit of bass off your guitar?” The faces. Paul told him to take some bass off a minute ago, didn't he? Or he just knows how much John hates to be told that. Anyway it's the silent communication for me.

Paul: *stops his little wordless moan-singing for two seconds*. John: Everybody had a wet drea–SING, Paul! Paul: Ooohh yeah! He’s sooo happy I’m melting. Paul McCartney wants one thing in this life, and it’s for John Lennon to tell him to sing.

“He would’ve been president, you know.” John, bless your naive, lovely heart. 

Paul: shrieking. John: moves the microphone the way a mom takes the sharpie out of her toddler’s hand. 

“If you can get ‘em off Mimi’s wall.” I have a hard time with Mimi. Sometimes she’s adorable. Sometimes she’s horrible. I really can’t get a read. And maybe that was the problem. Maybe John couldn’t either. 

This moment. My little ND baby. Someone just hit your g spot, didn’t they? But to be fair, it is incredibly impressive. Billy has never heard the song before, and he just jumps in with the perfect fill? I love Billy. So talented, such a cutie, so cool, so kind. And look at him. Having such a good time.

The silent communication again here. “Are you hearing this?” “Yeah, baby, I’m hearing this.” Then, John vocalizes the decision. How many Beatles decisions were made like this? Thinking specifically of Brian's account of their decision for him to manage, but probably this happened constantly. 

Yoko reading “The Beatles Complete History”. I love that she’s like, “Everything John tells me is ‘Paul this, Paul that, wah, wah, wah’. I need to get some cold hard facts.” 

Billy’s piano actually is insanely sexy though.

John: *complains about his rock and roll finger* Paul, turning up the scouse: Come on, son, now try your hardest. John continues, soft, needy' Lookie, look at him. *holding up his finger* Paul, genuine: Ah, I know. I just love the different ways they take care of each other. 

Poor George, dissociating himself into another dimension as John’s crooning about Paul’s eating habits. Look. At. How. He’s. Looking. At. Him. You’d think Paul was in that moment creating the heavens and the earth. Nope. Just rocking back and forth like a catatonic, probably getting crumbs all in his greasy beard.

But seriously HOW is everyone in this room watching these two men, taking in to account all of their behaviors, scream "All I want is you!" at each other and not forcing them immediately into either fucking or therapy or both?!

Ringo’s holey pocket, my beloved. 

The guy with the RP accent and the suit coming up to John like the bad guy in every American children’s movie. “I’ve spoken to Mr. Klein.” Dun, dun, dun.

[fandom-go-round]

👀 Astarion eating someone out on their period?

I added Wyll, Karlach and Shadowheart after we talked about this, hope you enjoy! I had Halsin here but told him he needed to get to the back of the line because he’s already too much on my mind.

Warnings: Period, Period Sex, Sex, Sexual Situations, Oral Sex, Reader has a Vagina, Blood, Mild Blood Kink, Mild Squeamishness Around Blood, Teasing, Multiple Orgasms, Overstimulation

Astarion:

He teases you all week and you want to scream. Astarion has a horrible habit of pinching you while you travel but this is much worse. He’ll lean over you, almost rub against you to get you to move. He inhales deeply and sighs, kissing your cheek before sauntering off. It takes you four days to crack; you corner him outside camp and ask what his problem is. Astarion is clear that you smell divine and he wants to eat you out, right here right now. If you accept you barely get a chance to breath; he’s on his knees and ripping into your pants.

He acts like he hasn’t eaten all week and to him it’s true. Nothing can compare to your blood on a good day but this? This is something completely different. This blood isn’t as sweet as from your neck but it has an undertone Astarion can’t get enough of. He hikes your legs over his shoulders, pushing you against the nearest rock or tree, he’s not picky. You feel like you’re halfway to cumming by the wild look in his eyes but Astarion is never one to disappoint.

You feel like you can’t breathe between orgasms, they come so fast. Astarion doesn’t need to breathe and he takes full advantage of it now, face buried in your cunt. His tongue in everywhere; inside, on your labia, on your clit. He never stops moving, never stops stroking and it drives you wild. You’ll have to beg to get him to stop, fingers tangled in his hair as you pull. He almost doesn’t, looking up and seeing the tears gathered in your eyes but pulls himself together. There’s always next month.

Karlach:

Karlach doesn’t give two shits you’re bleeding. It’s completely normal and even if you’re shy about it she’s not. She’s been waiting ten years to fuck, a little blood isn’t going to stop her. She doesn’t push you into anything of course but Karlach isn’t shy in letting you know she’s still very interested. You do your best to pretend that you haven’t been thinking about her offer all day but eventually you cave and swing by her tent. She’s over the moon you trust her and want to fuck. She’s not going to disappoint.

She wants you to ride her face. Is she going to get even messier? Fuck yeah. And she’s into it. The taste of blood doesn’t bother her and it’s the perfect angle to watch you fall apart. Usually, you’re shy about putting your full weight on her but right now you can’t help yourself. You hold onto her horns and just let her get to work, moaning and cursing. She loves sucking hard on your clit, the way your mouth falls open and the moans, gods, who knew her name could be that sexy.

Karlach isn’t going to stop until you ask her to. Or until you fall off. Which happens shortly after she rolls your clit between her lips and squeezes your ass. She almost doesn’t catch you when you start to sway, arms reaching up to catch you. She laughs at the look on your face, moving you so you can lay down. She goes to kiss you without thinking, only realizing halfway there that maybe you don’t want to. She’ll be excited if you do kiss her but isn’t bummed if you don’t. You will have to push her to clean up but it’s not hard; if you’re willing to return the favor she’s clean in record time.

Wyll:

Wyll isn’t going to notice on his own that you’re horny. He knows that you’re bleeding and gets whatever you ask for without complaint. He’s been bringing you your favorite food, making sure your tent is warm and generally being so charming it hurts. The others tease him for being a knight in shining armor but he loves being your hero. It’s only when he offers to give you a back massage to help with your sore muscles that he puts two and two together. You’re quiet until he gets to your lower back and the moan you give makes him freeze. Once you explain, a little embarrassed, what’s going on he’s more than willing to help you.

The blood does make him pause, mostly because he’s afraid of hurting you. Assure him that orgasming will help and he’s all in. Wyll is never going to mention that he dislikes the taste of blood because the look on your face when he licks at your skin is enough to get him hard in an instant. He focuses on your clit, half because you like it and half because it has less blood. He’ll use his fingers to massage your entrance, smirking a little as you get wetter.

He wants to drag this out and make you feel good. For someone who doesn’t like blood he’s invested. Wyll alternates from fingering you and flicking against your clit, stopping once you get close. You have to beg him to cum and he’ll smile and say ‘of course love’ before sucking on your clit so hard you see stars. His fingers work you through until you stop shaking and he goes to get water, making sure to clean you up. He’ll only kiss you if you give him permission, holding you close. Wyll loves that you feel good and waves off any attempts to help him get off; he just wants to hold you.

Shadowheart:

She desperately wants to tease you but holds herself back. You’ve been on edge all week and when she mentioned blowing off steam together, you looked like you could cry. You’re almost ashamed admittance that you’re on your blood moon makes her want to laugh but she doesn’t. Shadowheart does smirk at the shocked look on your face when she still offers to eat you out; a little blood isn’t going to deter her.

She loves that you’re more sensitive than normal, squirming and whining under her. Shadowheart has no problems pinning you to the ground, arms heavy on your thighs as she gets to work. The taste of blood isn’t as strong as she had assumed and it’s easy to get used to. It only takes a few long strokes of her tongue before your pushing towards her mouth and she nips you in warning.

You cum quickly but it’s hard to feel any embarrassment when Shadowheart doesn’t stop. She changes the hard sucks on your clit to trace your entrance, humming against your skin. You don’t have the will power to push her off and she smiles, leaving bloody kisses on your thighs. She won’t deny you if you get the courage to ask for another round, although she will tease you. Watching your face relax in pleasure is something she wants to see as much as possible. She’ll worry about the clean up later.

[yello-123]

Something I am just beyond obsessed with this Shauna Shipman being a dog that bites (specifically the hand that feeds her), a violent dog, a losing dog, etc, whatever the Tok Tok dog trend is this month. If there’s an unfortunate dog allegory— boom she’s there. Shauna’s just got that dog in her like no one else before her.

That being said, my favorite one to dive into is that she bites that hand that feeds her. Any individual who shows her genuine kindness, care, and affection she both fails and hurts horribly. Off the top of the dome:

Jackie Taylor- Jackie adored Shauna. Just adored her. I mean they shared a lot of history and their relationship was complex and toxic, but Jackie doted on her and more than that depended on Shauna for emotional support, camaraderie, and idk homoerotic tension. When Jackie’s mental health and significance/popularity began to decline in the group she needed Shauna, she needed her best friend and Shauna refused her. Shauna, finally in possession of a role outside of Jackie (more importantly one that outshined Jackie’s) and weighted down by a guilty conscious, grew more and more distant. I mean that’s just to start, not even mentioning how she emotionally butchered (don’t get me started) Jackie in front of the whole team, led directly to her death, ate her, and then lived her life. How Shauna specifically “bit” Jackie’s “hand” just needs to be its own discussion so I’m going to move on.

Jeff— Oooo I’m discussing Jeff in a serious light the Yellowjackets police are going to come get me. He’s a more interesting character than most fans give him credit for— sue me! Jeff, although a cheating lowlife in high school, is a brilliant husband to Shauna. Like I dare you to show me a more loyal and devoted husband. If you do, I owe you whatever you want from Panda Express. Jeff knows everything that Shauna’s done and still does everything he can to give their family the best life he can possibly provide. He may not be the sharpest tool in the shed, but the lengths Jeff goes to are astounding. I mean even on the mundane level, he goes to marriage counseling and puts forth his best effort to keep their marriage afloat. What does Shauna do to repay this care and effort? Cheats on the father of her child repeatedly and pulls him into her life or crime. Essentially it was like “Hey honey, I cheated on you then murdered him! Would it be any trouble to help me do a cover up?”. The man is literally willing to lay his life down for a woman that barely can stand him.

Callie- Speaking of the happy family, Callie may be one of the worst victims of Shauna’s hand-biting propensity purely because she was fucking child. Honestly, I’m surprised Yellowjackets hasn’t leaned into exploring concepts of mother-daughter relationships more because, I mean, look at the audience. That aside, we don’t really see it much until S2, but Callie seems to have inherited Jeff’s unearned devotion and loyalty to Shauna. Shauna straight up tells people that she doesn’t like her child and pulls said child into her life of violent crime, and her 1990s-all-women-wilderness cult shit. In addition to this, Shauna’s worst crime against Callie may just be the genes she passed down to her. Callie, a pretty typical teen, asks Jeff, “Am I like mom?” And soon thereafter we see her shooting a gun at live people. Idk the mommy issues go CRAZY. They also deserve their own discussion post.

Ok, this sat in drafts for like a week so it would no longer be "off the top of my head" if I continued. Other victims of Shauna Shipman's hand-biting habits are Lottie and Adam. Every single individual in this post (esp Lottie, Jackie, and Callie) deserves their own full explanation post and may one day get one.

[angelkissiies]

Hellooo if you don’t do requests totally ignore this rn, but if you doooo I have a request for hockey player!Abby Anderson and cheerleader reader 👀

So basically Abby is watching her practise and some other girl in the squad runs into her on the ice and reader gets injured, Abby then is the concerned gf ofc and takes care of r??

You could do it so the girl who ran into R did it on purpose for some reason to add spice but that’s not necessary, have a good day/night!! :)

playing dirty

abby anderson x reader

cw : descriptive injuries, angst, cheerleaders being horrible, abby is stressed tf OUTTT, blood, again skating injuries read at your own discretion. hockey!au. modern!au. abby lowkey is rich bc her dads a surgeon.

a/n : this got less fluffy more serious and im so sorry !! I got super carried away so I’m sorry if this isn’t how you wanted it! also its not proofread in the slightest.

wc : 2.2k

Abby had a habit of tagging along with you on long practice days, spending her time watching the team go over their routine or doing homework silently so as to not disturb anyone. It was a guilty pleasure, to be completely honest, as she loved to watch you do your thing on the ice- wondering how someone so usually reserved could shine so brightly under pressure. If she’d had the gall, she would've compared you to a diamond. That seemed to be less than fitting, seeing as there was no time in your life she could ever consider you rough or dull. To her, no matter what you were doing, it was showstopping.

It was no different today, she sat on the far side of the rink in silence as her airpod blared music into her ear. She’d gotten into the habit of using one instead of two in case she was needed, which was rare, but it did happen. At some point, the words of 'let it die' by the foo-fighters faded from her attention as she brought herself to peer through the plexiglass to scan the groups of girls for you. She usually had a knack for finding you almost instantly, but today you seemed to be tucked somewhere she couldn’t see as the music for the first routine began to blare over the speakers.

She couldn’t recognize the song as she watched the groups skim over the ice gracefully, performing stunts she was sure she’d never be able to do even with the amount of training she’d been through on the ice. It always put your dedication into perspective, long nights in the rink mixed with early morning workout sessions to keep you at your best- it took a lot to do what you did but you never complained. Not once had she ever seen you unhappy about what you do, with that, she made a mental note to herself to tell you more often how much she admired you.

You, on the other hand, were not feeling so graceful. With a face full of stray hairs from your impossibly loose bun and a uniform coated in tiny ice shards from the girl in front of you digging her skates into the ice- you’d almost had enough. It wasn’t often you had bad days at practice, but when it rained it poured. Seeing as a monsoon seemed to be occurring, you’d been pushing as hard as you could to just make it through this practice and take it back home in one piece. Though, it seemed to be increasingly difficult when the girl before you (yeah, ice shard girl) kept doing her spins a little too loosely and letting her blades come a little too close to your legs.

“Okay, listen, you guys are too far apart. I think we need to come in a little closer.” The coach called out, halting the music before it even got to the halfway mark. That was a clear sign that she hated what was happening, seeing as she at least gave it to the halfway mark to really come together. More stopping meant longer practice which meant Abby would have to carry you home in a bucket of your own tears by the time you were allowed to leave the ice.

You huffed slightly, pushing back the flyaways in a manner that did relatively nothing, before getting back to your original mark. By now, the girl in front of you was so close you could hear her snippy chatter with who you could assume was her friend on her left side.

“She’s totally blocking you from spinning.”

“No, because I was literally thinking the same thing, like, she needs to get it together.”

“For real, like first she shows up to practice looking like that, and now she’s being a total clutz on the ice.”

“Wouldn’t it be funny if you-”

The music beginning drew you from their not-so-private conversation, pushing your mind back to the task at hand before allowing yourself a small glance towards the benches. From your spot, you could see your girlfriend shuffling music on her phone before bringing her attention back to the ice- watching carefully.

Abby was a little bored, her usual girlfriend watching activities halted by the change in density- making it ten times harder for her to find you, so she bobbed back and forth between half-assing her chemistry homework and watching the routine play out. Not that she minded, either way, she’d be able to take you home tonight and admire you then- as she always did. Some might call her cheesy or overly affectionate but she knew you didn’t mind, even liking the way she’d always look for you in a crowd.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You hissed quietly, barely audible over the music as you just barely missed the girl in front of you’s skate. She’d released too early and you weren’t in place to be out of the way just yet, causing the blade to almost skim the sensitive skin of your ankle before you moved away and into your next mark. If you didn’t know any better, you’d be thinking that she was doing it on purpose- but that just wasn’t possible. Everyone on the team knew how dangerous blade cuts were, especially since you had to sit through an entire hour-long seminar on rink safety to even audition for the team.

Even the idea made you wince, urging you to fuck up choreo just to avoid her completely. It was definitely an option. Though, you didn’t get to think about it too long before you felt yourself hit the ice.

Abby watched the entire thing, mouth wide open as she saw the girl's leg fall too early during her move to slash a gash across your thigh. She couldn’t find the will to breathe as she jerked her lone airpod out and let her things fall to the ground before practically throwing herself onto the ice. She’d barely made it onto the ice before she heard a terrified scream fall from your mouth, probably from the sight of the blood that had begun to spill from your thigh and onto the ice. “Oh shit.”

You didn’t feel it until you saw it, eyes glazing over at the sight of the cut. It didn’t look deep enough to need stitches but it sure as hell was deep enough to cause a scene- drawing a scream from your lips unconsciously as the blood created a massive red spot on the previously pristine ice, the sight was enough to make you faint- but as you glanced around for help you saw the other girls staring horrified.

“Girls, get out of the way!” Your coach shouted, pushing past them with a first aid kit that seemed to manifest out of nowhere. You didn’t even see her leave the ice, she was so fast. She knelt down beside you, ignoring the blood as it seeped into her sweatpants.

You almost fainted, vision slightly blurry as you let your head fall back on the ice, only coming into focus when you saw a familiar silhouette pushing past your teammates who stood, continuing to stare, at the scene. “Abby, hey.” You murmured, watching as she audibly reacted to the depth of the cut.

“Did someone call a fucking ambulance?” She shouted, startling a couple of the girls who were close enough to be useful. Her face was two shades paler, making her look sickly as she tried to remain calm. As a hockey player, she’d seen far too many skate incidents, learning that the blades were more than enough to break the skin and even arteries if aimed correctly. That seemed to be her biggest fear now, as she watched the coach clean and dress the wound temporarily. Though, as the gauze met your wound it soaked with crimson, making her stomach churn slightly.

You bit back a morbid laugh, swallowing thickly as you spared a quick glance at your uniform that now sported random splotches of blood that you guessed splattered when the initial impact happened. It was comical considering how many times you’d chided Abby in the past couple of weeks about wearing her padding properly, worried about this exact result. For some reason, you never even considered that it would happen to you. Funny how things pan out.

The coach shed her jacket, dropping it onto the ice to soak up some of the blood before pressing down onto the cut to provide some pressure- much to your dismay. “Did she stutter? Go call an ambulance for Christ's sake.” She sighed, glancing up to see how you seemed to be doing- letting out a relieved breath to see that you were still conscious.

“Hey.” Abby hummed quietly, hearing the music cut off finally and the rink fall into silence only disturbed by quiet murmuring. She moved her hands to push the hair from your sweaty forehead, feeling in the same brush the chill that had entered your skin. “When I said ‘cut it up’ I didn't mean it so literally.” She attempted a joke, her laugh coming out uneasy as she referenced your conversation from earlier.

You laughed quietly, giving a small shrug as you began to regain some color to your face. “What can I say? I follow instructions to a T.” The patch-up job your coach did seemed to be working as you felt your body will with warmth again, attempting to fight off the icy chill of the ice below you (not to mention your sudden lack of blood).

She shook her head, biting the inside of her lip roughly before glancing around at the girls. The girl responsible looked like she was going to be ill, her bloody skate discarded on the floor by the exit as she regained her composure. “Hey, how did this happen?” She spoke again, leaning down slightly to cover some of her words. Though, yes, she did see the girl drop her leg too early- something seemed off to her. The entire situation having been weird from the start.

“Too close, that girl kept getting mad that I was fucking up her spins or something.” You whispered, glancing over to where they sat now- facing away from the ice. “They were talking shit about me before we restarted the routine.” You told her, leaving out all of the mostly unimportant details.

Abby clicked her tongue against her teeth, nodding slightly as she looked back down at you, giving you a soft smile. “No need to worry about that, pretty.” She hummed, hearing the sound of sirens getting closer to the rink. Someone she didn’t notice must've finally called, thank god. “You took that like a champ though, I've seen grown men pass out from cuts smaller than that.” She praised, watching as the blush color rose back into your cheeks- making her let out a small sigh of relief.

“Will you call my parents and let them know what happened? They were supposed to come see me perform at the game this weekend but I don't think that's gonna happen.” You asked, attempting to sit up but failing as it sent a sharp pain through your leg. You made a mental note to sue that girl, especially if this caused your exit from cheering. “I don’t want them to worry though.”

She nodded, tearing her eyes from yours as she watched the paramedics enter and hustle down the walkway to the rink. “Of course, pretty girl. You focus on them, okay? I’ll follow behind them in the car so I can take you home afterward.” She explained, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead before getting to her feet to move out of their way.

Abby let you fade from her sight as she focused her attention on the girls who sat unmoving in the team lot. She didn't know them personally but she sure as hell was about to as she shuffled over to the exit door- taking them by surprise momentarily.

“The fuck do you want?” One of them, the less bright one she assumed, spoke- causing the other girl to shush her almost instantly.

She sat nervously on the bench, one skate still laced and firmly on her foot whilst the other one leaked blood onto the ice right outside the door. If Abby didn’t know any better, she would've thought it was an accident. Based on the reaction from the girl now and the sight of it all, though her friends reaction solidified her original assumptions. “Allison, just shut up.” She stated firmly, voice trembling as she wrung her hands. “We’re so sorry, It was just supposed to be-”

“Shut up and listen,” Abby growled, leaning down to their level as she prepared to spell out what was going to happen to them. “You are going to go to coach and tell her exactly what happened, I’ll know if you lie because I fucking watched it. Then, you’re going to go home and wait for my fucking lawyers to call. Think you could do that?”

Was it maybe overkill, yes. Did she care, absolutely not.

The girls nodded, faces warped into a mortified look as they scampered back onto the ice- the main girl almost tripping on her discarded skate.

Abby drew her phone from her pocket, shooting her dad a quick SOS text before dialing up your parents, listening to the dull tone ring before your mother finally picked up.

“Hey! Not to worry you but..”

[emporer-of-chaos]

Another swap au whoooo. This one is partially inspired by @phenphoenix swap au (go check it out its amazing) mostly because he nailed almost exactly what I wanted this swap au husk and niffty to be like and I like the names he came up with.

(Huskers wings are the same same goes for his tail I just.. really didn't want to draw them) Anyhow in this universe niffty was the overlord i have no idea of what i tried coming up with something but couldn’t so if you have any ideas tell me please its driving me insane unfortunately for her she is still nifty and she let her obsessive tendencies get the best of her leading to her making some horrible calls that resulted in her being backed into a corner and making a deal with angel to preserve her power. Husk on the other hand still got backed into a corner due to his gambling habit but in this au he wasn't an overlord and the reason he made a deal with angel was because he owed money to his mafia due to it. He actually feels like his life has improve massively since making that deal and as such does not regret it at all Their personalities are mostly the same, just nifty being depressed and husker not being. I imagine niffty in this au is being very obsessive and in need of controlling everything in regards to that obsession while husker is much more caring and compassionate. Plus I love the idea of Husker having more feline tendencies such as him randomly dropping everything and chasing a mouse as this aus version of nifty roach obsession.

But their relationships with certain characters are very different, husker and angel are pretty close. He is grateful to Angel since as I stated before he is treated pretty well by him but while they are kind of friends their relationship never developed further due to the distance that one party straight up owning the other's soul put between them. For huskerdust to happen in this au angel would have to voluntarily give up husks soul which i dont think would happen in the near future. Niffty on the other hand is a bit resentful but mostly indifferent about angel a “could have been worse” attitude what i wanna talk about is her relationship with Alastor. She quickly becomes a good friend of his and while she is annoyed at him never fully acting like himself always wearing that smile (which she recognizes as a desperate bid for controle) their friendship doesn't have as rocky of a start as husk and angel dust in canon. But she still eventually has enough and calls out his bs in a similar manner to huskies “everyone loves to bitch to the bartender” spiel. In her case though the reason she knows so much is that people straight up forget she is there. Mostly because I think it's a lot more fitting for her plus I think it's funny. I am probably gonna draw the whole scene of her psychoanalyzing everyone once i decide who the fuck im swapping Sir pentious with becouse atm i have no idea.

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[thebluestbluewords]

a pirate by any name +

"Samson Smee?" Ben asks, tapping the name on the list. “Is he related to Captain Hook’s sidekick?” 

Evie leans closer on instinct. She doesn’t need to see the paperwork to know who Sammy is, but it’s a habit now to press close to Ben and tilt her head just-so to see the paper lists and forms when they’re working on VK matters together. It a comfort, to know that she’s not in this fight alone, and Ben certainly hasn’t complained about the increased contact with his girlfriend’s girlfriend. “Yes. He goes by Sammy. He's probably not going to want to come over without his brothers, but we can still make the offer." 

"Can we bring the brothers?" 

The last time Evie saw the littlest Smee children, they were sobbing over a pirate’s body before the adult crew members tipped them over the harbor for the sharks to take their share. They couldn’t have been more than seven or eight years old, and what Evie remembers the most is the way their tears had carved clean tracks out of the dirt on their faces. 

She hums her consideration. “They're young. Elementary age, maybe ten or so now. I think they'd be okay to come, but they're shy, and I'm not sure how they'd do at school. As families go, I think all the Smee boys would do well in terms of goodness integration, but they may be difficult to integrate on a social level unless they can come over with someone they already know." 

"Alright. Who do you think they'd do well with?" 

Their father. 

“Their father,” Evie says, bitingly, before she reigns her tongue back in again. Not that it matters around Ben, who is handsome and kind and just listens when Evie needs to shout at somebody about the horrible unfairness of it all, but it’s good practice. She’s a politician now, just like her mother wanted. She’s got to be the best, because she’s an isle brat, and she cannot afford to make mistakes. Anything she says, anything she does wrong will reflect on the isle as a whole, so she’s got to be flawless. She will prove herself not just for her mother’s sake, but because she’s got a thousand hungry kids waiting for her to mess up and snip their only thread of hope at getting off the isle. “But that’s exactly the problem. Sammy has a crew, but the twins just tag along with him or their father all the time, and I don't think Auradon Prep, or any other high school for that matter, wants to have a pair of kids following their new high school student everywhere,” Evie sighs. She’s so fucking tired.  “We have schools on the isle, obviously, but Sammy doesn’t attend very often. The pirates usually stick with their ships and learn what they need from the older members of their crews. It’s not a traditional Auradon education, but the pirates are actually some of the better educated kids on the isle. It works for them, but it won’t work if we bring them here.” 

Ben puts a warm hand on her arm. It’s all Evie can do not to sink into the touch. She’s so, so tired of this. Of begging for any scrap they can get. Any concession to the norm comes at the price of another sliver of her own sanity, it feels like, and there’s so many children who won’t be able to handle the pressure of Auradon Prep, who will need more exceptions than the system is set up to give them, who won’t be able to thrive without the attention that nobody is able to give them. 

“We can ask the charter school,” Ben says softly. “There's integrated schools, all ages sort of places. My mother’s village has one. We can reach out. She provides a grant each year, they might decide they own me a favor.” 

Evie presses into his touch. Gods below, but it’s nice to have somebody who knows better than her the networks of favors and family histories that keep the kingdom governments running. “Or if we could find a family who would be willing to keep them together and send them to separate day schools, they might get used to being on their own like that,” Evie suggests. “Sort of slow and steady. A gradual break.” 

Ben makes a note, a shorthand scribble on the side of his list. Evie’s eyes are swirling too much to read it exactly, but she knows their code. Foster family, special education, sibling unit. That’s what they need to know in order to place the Smee boys. A whole life, reduced down to three shorthand scribbles. “That could work. What are the brothers called?" 

Evie laughs, exhausted. “Squeaky and Squirmy, but I believe their birth names are Sawyer and Simon. They're not bad kids, they're just shy. They would do better here, I think. Where there’s less adults around to bully them into staying quiet.” 

 Ben slips his hand up her arm, around her shoulders, pulls until she can rest her head on the side of his own. He’s warm and sturdy and if they weren’t in the middle of important work, Evie could fall asleep just like this. And then cause a scandal when the service staff come in to wake them both up, and find the young king sleeping on a girl who is not his girlfriend, no matter how many interests and people they share between them. 

"We can ask. If Sammy's willing to come over without them, who do you think we could bring with him?" 

"Anthony. Dizzy's cousin. They run with the same crew, and they'd do well together. I would say that we should bring over Harriet, but knowing her, she's not going to come over unless we can get the rest of her crew out first, and she's got one of the biggest crews on the isle." 

 Ben skims the list of kids, running his pen down the side as he goes. “Harriet?" 

She’s not on the list. 

“Hook,” Evie explains. “She’s one of the eldest pirate kids. We didn’t add her to the list because she won’t come until we can bring her crew with her, and we can’t promise that yet.” 

“Hook.” Ben echoes, voice flat. “As in—?” 

He’s encountered Harry, and came away with almost as much vitriol for him as Mal. 

Evie presses herself closer to him, so that he can feel her heat, and maybe remember that they’re in her office, not the wet deck of a ship. That he’s not tied to a mast, waiting to die anymore. “Yes. There are three Hook kids, and they all hate each other. We only hate Harry, the middle one, so Harriet and CJ are our allies. Sort of an enemy-of-our-enemy kind of thing."

"Harry's the one who's involved with Uma.” Ben says, so softly that Evie can barely hear the words. “The one who tried to kill me.” 

"Yes. He's....” Evie hesitates. She’s safe to hesitate here, in her own little office that smells like citrus wood polish and old papers. She doesn’t have to preform just for Ben, because she can trust him. Her sweet, kind king.

Trust doesn’t mean she wants to tell him everything. Understatement is a tool that Evie is well practiced at wielding, so she lets herself close her eyes, and forges ahead. “He’s a lot. We don't like him." 

Ben smiles, small and sweet and almost sad. "I take it there's a history there?" 

"Just a bit." Evie agrees. "There's been a few incidents."

"Would it be useful for me to know?"

Evie breathes in, and out, and relaxes her shoulders in an attempt to let go of the anger that she's still holding in her body. "I suppose so. Yes." 

"Do you want to tell me?" 

Honesty is the foundation of good relationships. "No." 

Ben nods. He's too good to them. "You could tell me later. If you'd like." 

The memory of blood spills over Evie's hands. The slippery, awful feeling of insides that were never supposed to become outsides against her leather gloves. The gritty feeling of dirt in her eyes that she can't rub out, blown up from the shattered crates they'd been aiming to take back from the pirates. The blood though, that's the part that she can't forget. She's been a medic since she first started sneaking out of her mother's house, but she's usually restricted herself to broken arms and legs and noses, some shallow stitches, fever medication, abortifacients and concussion care for the kids who can't take the dubious mercy of the barrier's spell. She's done medications for the kids who cared to try them, all sorts of poultices and remedies for the ailments that are within her power to fix. 

She's never been able to fix someone once they start bleeding out. 

She knows the theory of it. Blood transfusions, tourniquets, ways of stopping arteries without killing the patient. The problem is that she's never had to do it firsthand, because they've always known that the spell on the barrier was there to catch them before they died for real. The spell heals the killing blows, so it's easier to lean into the death than it is to staunch critical bleeding. Evie's killed kids herself, those who wouldn't die quick enough on their own, so that they could have the mercy of the barrier and the spell healing them back into a body marginally less broken than the one they'd left from. 

"He killed us." Evie manages, around the memory of blood spilling up from her throat. "They made it a game. Him and Uma and their crew. We killed each other." 

They've told Ben enough. He can figure out the rest, and he's smart and good and kind, so he does, and she can see him go white when he figures it out. 

[fantasyinvader]

Adding on to Azure Moon's “humans can do horrible things while still trying to claim they're the good guys and/or the victims,” the parley has a deeper meaning.

Edelgard has a bit of a habit of... not giving a shit about those she's sacrificing. There was no hint about her past relationship with Monica in the base game, she put a hit on her classmates right at the start of the year, she says she'll do the same as Lonato, tries to claim Duscur had nothing to do with her while in the Japanese says she doesn't care about it instead, you get the idea.

In the parley scene, Edelgard tries to claim that her sacrificing people is necessary because otherwise the state of the world will claim more victims. She's trying to use the “I killed millions to save billions” argument. But the parley reveals more to it than that. Edelgard claims she's doing this for the weak and silent, with her belief that by forcing people to rely on themselves people will become strong. Dimitri, on the other hand, points out that some people need to rely on others in order to survive, using himself as an example. His argument is that by forcing people to rely on only themselves, there are people who are going to die as they won't be able to survive in Edelgard's ideal world. Her world will claim it's own victims as it's a world for those who don't need others, which Edelgard defines as the strong. And it's those she says are strong that are the only ones who will get a voice in Edelgard's system. Edelgard's response is that the weak are to blame for that.

Edelgard claims she's doing this to prevent future victims, but is currently creating and will continue to create more victims herself. She says she does this for the weak and the silent, but the weak won't have a voice in her system. Moreover, Edelgard blames the weak if they fail to become strong rather than acknowledge her system failed them. And that's not even touching how Edelgard removes anyone from power, making them weak and silent, for opposing her.

And all of this so Edelgard can push her ideals onto everyone, an act Dimitri sees as selfish. And it's those same ideals Dimitri (as well as Cipher) say are embodied Edelgard's Hegemon Husk form. Edelgard has possibly sent Dorothea and Petra, her last two remaining Black Eagles if not recruited, to fight alongside Hubert while she turns herself into a monster. She throws away her humanity in pursuit of power. Edelgard served those ideals, and that's how she turned up.

There's also the fact those ideals were informed by the history her father, a puppet of Thales, told her. AM has scenes talking about the little girl Dimitri once knew, before Thales got his hands on her. The Hegemon Husk can therefore be seen not just as emblematic of Edelgard's ideals and her service to them, but also the influence Thales has had on her.

At the end of Azure Moon, Edelgard and her ideals are defeated and Dimitri offers Edelgard his support. She responds trying to kill him. Dimitri then goes on to allow the weak and the silent to speak up for themselves in politics, but even in their end cards there's a difference between the two. Edelgard stands above everyone else in hers, trampling over their flags with weapon at the ready. Dimitri lowers himself, sitting on a stump interacting with children while his relic is sheathed while soldiers are handing out food. Edelgard remains a hegemon and the Flame Emperor as her ideals are served in the end titles, Dimitri is given the messianic title of Savior King by the people he served. Edelgard's path leads to hadou despite her saying she'll quit that in her Japanese S support, Dimitri's the benevolent oudou.

The only way to stop the suffering of the people is to stop Edelgard, Azure Moon shows it's for the good of the people. The parley is the moment where players are supposed to understand this, realizing that she is full of shit. Just because Dimitri lets her explain herself and why she thinks she's right doesn't make the story grey, it in effect was her being given a piece of rope and ended up hanging herself in the process.

[doodle-do-wop]

Stina and Fitz hc part 2!

These are friendship hc but can also been seen as romantic ( @ohmygoly)

Stina has a habit of muttering to herself sometimes and Fitz can almost number catch what she's saying but he takes it pretty good

Fitz's leg will always have a limp (fight me Shannon) and Stina is perfectly aware of it (he's got a massive scar and has mentioned it himself) however all is the same in love and pillow fight wars

When Fitz feels comfortable he starts using his cane more often around Sterling Gables

Stina is allergic to affection and it's hilariously bad

She's obviously not actually allergic but she may as well be

She's a great person to ask for advice of picking a gift, HORRIBLE horrible person to ask for help giving a gift

Fitz has witness Stina chuck a midterm gift at Marella and Marella acted like it was a live bomb (she's bad at accepting gift)

When it comes to her birthday (fight me Shannon) Stina is a mess because A, she's hasn't had a birthday with friends since before she started Foxfire, she literally can't remember the last time she had a birthday and friends actually came but B, she's being shown way too much affection by people who aren't her parents and she's literally melting like the wicked witch of the farm

Fitz literally explained his gift to her because he thought the look on her face was confusion and not the violent emotional battle of Stina holding back tears realizing she's got real friends who know her well enough to pick really awesome gifts

Fitz was yapping his head off, Stina was trying not to cry and failing miserably

Maruca recorded

Stina picks up the phone pretty quickly to a lot of people's surprise and Fitz has gotten so used to her answering quickly he gets a little worried when the call goes to voicemail but figures she was busy with the horses (9 times out of 10 she was just busy and she has horse gossip to spill)

She's biased

Like so biased

It's not even subtle

Keefe breathes and Stina rolls her eyes but Fitz repeats himself twice because he thought no one heard him and Stina will give him her full attention even if they're in a big group

He asked for no pickles ahh friendship

The least neurodivergent horse girl and the most autistic little guy

Stina actually has friends the others don't know about and they've jokingly called themselves the Outcasts since at some point someone said you'd have to be an outcast to wind up with someone like Stina

The outcasts mostly consist of people Stina's met randomly throughout her life and they've had surprisingly civil interactions (it's almost like if Stina doesn't constantly feel the need to defend herself she's actually quite friendly)

The Outcasts have a special greeting using telekinesis to tug on each others pins when passing by the hallways at Foxfire and Fitz and Stina have made their own little special way of doing the Outcast greeting

Stina does great fast math but she fucking hates admiring she knows the answer meanwhile Fitz is determined to have his hand up

They sometimes hold hands and just like sit there while using their talents; Fitz reading Stina's thoughts and Stina reading Fitz's emotions

Sometimes they look like they're just sleeping or something and it's very silly but in truth they're chilling in their own little zone where Fitz and her are chatting in her mind and Fitz is remarking how much of his own emotions he can pick up from Stina's little thoughts

Stina has the funniest mental space Fitz has ever been in cause usually when he reads thoughts people have their own little head space and uniquish way their mind puts thoughts and shuffles things around

Stina has the ocean in her brain

Fitz thought it would be like a ranch or something but no he's under the water

Like literally there's little passing thoughts like schools of fish

Stina listened to the Little Mermaid soundtrack and it changed her brain chemistry

The snuggliest of snuggle buddies

They just look so cozy when they cuddle

Do not disturb they're resting

Stina's very straight forward with a lot of things and even more so with friends, they're her most precious treasures and she would rather explode the sun than lose them to some stupid misunderstanding and Fitz feels such a breath of fresh air when Stina will just get to the point with things

Fitz is considered an honorary Wayward by Stina which is a Neutral Territory word for someone who isn't exactly a citizen of the Territories but they're adjacent

Fitz is a pretty good listener but he always has a ton of questions but luckily Stina doesn't mind explaining them

He's horrible with hypotheticals and Stina will shake him silly while also cracking up because she asked him if he'd still love her if she was an imp and Fitz asked "why would you be an imp?"

He's so spoiled at the Heks house

Literally treated like a king but a beloved one not one worshiped from afar

Fitz comes over for just a simple hang out and he's all comfy in his chair with a bowl of fruit, his best friend, and a blanket

Stina, Fitz, and Maruca go on walks

No particular reason they just go around and walk and they chat and they giggle and sometimes they just sit and chat

It's how they find cool hang out spots for the next Horse Girl hang out

A lot of the time they're just walking and talking about literally anything and nothing and everything

Have I mentioned they're the true empath and telepath duo

I can't make this up they compliment each other so well

Stina doesn't tell Fitz to hide his anger or express it where she can't see

Despite being more sensitive to his emotions due to her talent Stina encourages Fitz to let it out, to talk about it, even if it's messy or the conversation goes sideways so they start shouting Stina's always stayed and embraced him when he needs it the most

Fitz has spent so long with all his emotions sitting in a weird spot and Stina helps him pick them up and let them out

She teaches him small empath tricks and Fitz realizes Stina's a pretty good teacher as she's patient and very adjustable

Can't say the same for Team V though lmao, they have to sign a damn term and conditions contract to peel any tiny bit of information out of her

Stubborn as a mule that one

Fitz gets a pass cause once again, Stina is unimaginably biased

Biana thinks this is bullshit but is also happy for her brother finding friends who care about him and understanding him in a way she, as his family, can't

She just wishes his choice of friends wasn't such a bullheaded Stina

[stitchwraith-stingers]

I would like to hear a FOP (or ANW) headcanon for any of your favorite female characters. Smiles

I WAS ABOUT TO GO TO BED.................. HNGHGNGGHNGHNGHNG UNLEASHES A PACK OF DOGS ON YOU (LOVENGLY)

trixie tang

her family is kinda confusing??? shes adopted, but then her father remarried so her step brothers are chad n tad but then he got divorced AGAIN and kept the twins custody

her father also implanted the idea of "everyone should give you attention because umm money i guess" whomp whomp

i imagine if she got out of her shell more and was like, ur typical kid shed be kinda snarky n cheeky.... elbowing u and jokenly insulting you type of deal

the zone outer... shes just like me where after 20 min of class shed just spontaiously start to not pay attention and forget... idk how to explain it like when everything just feels so light that thing

by the time middle school rolled around she started to slightly blend in more w the crowd cuz no one rlly cared much for the idea of popular kids that much, started to rebel against her father while doing that (intentionally picking less fashionable clothing when going outside by herself etc)

she still likes fashion though, its just a VERY minor interest

probably has a obscure webcomic with a patreon chloe carmicheal

she gives me horse girl vibes, if you show her mlp she will completely loose her shit

the lonley-er....... ppl found her kinda werid cuz of the fact she stayed at the top of her classes and so they just kinda speak to her weridly (<- projecting cuz this is somewhat happening to me idk whats their problem either)

has a horrible habit of impulse buying random nicknacks if let loose cuz she hasnt rlly thought about it

probably becomes rlly close friends w kevin!!!!! aj and chester look at her from afar like small ktitens being introducted to a whole home and looking all puffed up, sanjay and elmer are indifferent lmao

im going to be so honest chef she is probably going down a rlly happy jolly girl -> completely deranged and lost it if shes still staying w her helicopter parents

chronic liar for useless information, she can already do anything (litterly) so its like, why not, but also because if she shows she fucked up its like the world is ending next tuesday

probably watches a bunch of random movies

hazel wells

slaps roof of car this kid could hold so much anxiety and stress inside her

she has SLEEP PROBLEMS!!!! and probably has alot of nightmares... TERRIFYING!!!!

she just happens to know how to play the drums

she HATES strong smells, and is extremely sensitive to onion

hates eye contact..... dont stare at her like that

her main stim is rocking back and fourth, she could be doing is mindlessly in class and the kid in the back would constantly tell her to stop doing that, shes trying to stop doing it buttt its not working out too well for her

she also really likes those tangle stim toys....

i went more indepth abt her autistic traits here

the crane wives liker

therian!!!!!!! jackalope!!!!!!!!!

transgirl, her fathers a transman... twinning

idk where to put this but arospec lesbian cuz im also one yay

she can barely cook on her own, like yeah fries and noodles are just fine but pancakes and bacon are notttt going to go well

she has the most bizzare turn of hyperfixations, and its mostly of things ppl dont tihnk about, like one day she could wake up and go "hm yknow i saw a really cool chair the other day at walmart" and completely spiral

she NEEDS to let her emotions out!!!!! she bottles them up like she could be so pissed at someone and still just smile at them and go yep bye untill a certain point, she should punch a wall and scream i think, i would let her

she lived next to a mine back in the day and antony just showed her around n it all went downhill from there

yk the way ppl would bully autistic kids before they knew it like they went in such a specific way, that thing happened to her so she didnt really have friends, she and jasmine just clicked and were like "huh werid that never happened before" neurodivergent to neurodivergent communication

jasmine tran

i have a whole post for this thing so

INATTENTIVE ADHD!!!!! UNDIAGNOSED!!!!!!!EXECUTIVE DYSFUNCTION AND REJECTION SENSITIVE DYSPHORIA AND ATTENTION SPAN HELL

i also have the same thing going on so ik this is ooc but shes always slightly insecure abt showing what she likes, but she still does it anyway so its like an oxymoron...... if that makes sense

she also has just rlly bad memory in general, like the planets of the solar system, dont get her started on math

stays up wayy late at night so occasonally you will see her sleep in class

LOVES EYECONTACT!!!!!!!!!! SHE CANT SMILE WELL BUT SHE WILL DO IT ANYWAY!!!!!!!!!!!! BUT IF U TELL HER SHES SCARY SHE IS GOING TO HIDE IN HER ROOM FOR THE NEXT 6 DAYS

grew up with a family who loved to playfully make fun of eachother often but she just couldnt tell

was THIS close to being assigned a fairy untill fearless which was like the catalyst on why shed have one and then they dropped her case, however life can be dream and i still gave her one anyway

BITER! BITER! BITER! so much chewlery, and shes so used to this that when her grandma packed her lunches with metal cutlery instead she STILL has bitten the handle expencting it to be wooden but ends up shocking her teeth in the end, she also does it out of stress but thats not as common anymore

also has pica but i already made an indepth post abt it replying to you so

popular on pinterest, makes moodboard requests on tumblr

xenofiction liker, rip jasmine u wouldve loved selling neon wolf adopts for 10 points on deviantart

on that note, i know damn well she'd have the warrior cats art style, thats her one thing like the moment winn recognised the characters she turned tothem with a stone sfx you know the one, her fave characters r sorreltail n mothwing btw if u even care, she has secrelty made every kid at school she knows a character based off them in a story shes brainstorming

angela wells

had a godparent read my lore boy

had SUCH a hard time with depression and anxiety during her early kid years, she was such a wreck, and got better as she got into teenhood dw (unless you count the time she got postpartum depression)

also had codependancy problems regarding godparent mentioned above, hazel gets those from her whoops

is def ace but it hasnt rlly set in for her yet yk, like she knows abt how different she feels but shes just like meh whatever . shes 45

didnt have a bad relationship w her family, just didnt like to share her feelings w her family, which is what shes trying to not do

i think this was specified in canon? but she does notttt really know how kids work psychologically speaking... she read psychology books for older people when she was strating to recover slowly and bc she was like 13 she was like wow im so mature with how im handling this and might be accidently handling hazel the same treatment, but also bc she didnt rlly go in the field of specifically childrens psychology, she doesnt do it out of malicious intent it could just probably backfire on you in 5 years if that makes sense

probably also autistic . looks away

[dufferpuffer]

Ok but what are some ways Lupin would be a good partner (yknow when he’s not being passive aggressive or leaving at the first sign of conflict)?

Remus Romantic Partner pt2: Remus is good Link to pt1: Remus is needy Link to pt3: Shipping, I guess (not done)

Ok, so part 1 made him sound pretty bad. Because he is. Cope. But he isn't a useless pit of toxicity that demands people work hard for the privilege of tapping his ass

He just thinks poorly of himself. He can't imagine a scenario where he is enough for someone - so he doesn't bother looking for anyone. But he cares deeply about people.

Deep enough that he would rather hurt people by leaving than risk injuring by staying. He is a good man that thinks he is a monster. He pretends to be good, without understanding that he is good... without realizing that pretending is what's making him bad. Perhaps he does realize, and he doesn't know how to stop. He doesn't know what else to do.

In Short: Remus Lupin offers WISE SUPPORT. 1. Empathetic; Understanding; Comforting. 2. Helpful; Thoughtful; Doting 3. Affectionate - but not Clingy. 4. Prepared and Careful. 5. Socially skilled; Aware and sharp. 6. Adventurous. Makes everything FUN. 7. Nurturing; Attentive - Great with kids

In Long:

1. Empathetic; Understanding; Comforting. ~He's an Empath~ He grew up watching his parents struggle to care for him, but put on a brave face to keep him unaware. That gave him the toxic habit of doing the same - and helped to develop his ability to read people.

It is hard to lie to him. It is hard to hide feelings from him. But you don't need to - because he understands others better than himself. He has experienced much in his short life. Grief, pain and mental struggles especially. He knows well that sometimes things are impossible, that help doesn't exist. He is well versed in it.

You don't need to be the epitome of mental health to handle him, just because his mental health is garbage. You just need to be stable enough to be a rock in his river. He can calm down anxieties, talk you out of a panic attack, comfort any depression, walk through any grief... maybe he isn't as sturdy as a rock, but he is the comfiest, warmest, coziest blanket. He can't be trapped he can drop everything to support someone. The idea of Tonks' pregnancy, of fatherhood, was too much for him. It was going to trap him in a world where he wasn't going to be good enough and everything would be horrible all the time - so it would hurt everyone less if he left. But he wouldn't have left her due to grief at her fathers death. He has lost people before, and something like grief isn't trapping. It's something he can help soothe.

Remus is good for people who have struggles of their own. He is overflowing with his own experiences of loss, struggle and chronic illness - and has a thirst to help and be soothing.

Moreover, he is a Compassionate Hypocrite: Anything similar to himself he is kind, forgiving and accepting of in others... even if he loathes it in himself. Even lycanthropy, going to sit with the lonely werewolf at the hospital... he isn't even angry with Greyback for biting him.

He can forgive any illness, any weakness, any trepidation, any poor coping strategies, any cowardice... And maybe he shouldn't sometimes. The more the relates, the more supportive he is - because that's what he yearns for... and feels he doesn't deserve. ((like dumbledore.)) Run away from the world when the pressure is too heavy? Yeah. He gets that. No friends because you always keep emotional masks on? He is lonely, too. You can mask off together. Depressive spirals where you can't eat or bathe? He doesn't think that's shameful. He knows how to cope. Chronically ill? Fatigue, pain, nausea, mood swings? Ha.

2. Helpful; Thoughtful; Doting Thrives on looking after people. It's his favourite activity. (I HC he spent alot of time as a child at home caring for his mother as she got sick with stress raising him, and some of his best memories are making her laugh, cuddling with her at her worst - and dancing with her at her best.) When you, or anyone, gets sick - he is an angel. He knows every remedy to ease pain, quell nausea, induce sleep... or just dotes.

He enjoyed being a teacher (Professor is a title he adored wearing) but he would also be happy as something like a house husband: Cleaning, shopping, handiwork, cooking meals, loving his partner when they get home from work - doing things in his study when he has free time... one form of an ideal lifestyle for him. He likes a role of minor leadership, like being in-charge of a classroom or a house. His own space to own and rule. A territory.

He enjoys chores! Simple active/magical tasks that distract his thoughts - that he can't do when he feels sick, so he relishes them when he is well. He keeps himself busy being 'useful'. He likes clean and tidy. He packs things to be space efficient. He can accept a little chaos, however - he isn't neat-freak. He is great to have around if you're busy, or are often out, or just struggle doing things like tidying up. He loves the dopamine hit of a clean kitchen, of sorted laundry - of doing something right.

I've talked about him being soft and domestic, but I do want to note: A physical safe place to transform + comfortable places to rest ARE important to him... but the true stability he needs isn't being inside a house - It's having a partner that will always accept him, even when he fucks up.

3. Affectionate – but not Clingy Intimacy, like sex, might be a challenge for him (1500 words) but he loves being close, cuddling - always touching, patting, holding... Leaning on each-other, laying on your lap, having you lay between his legs as he lays on the couch, reading a book and stroking your hair...

Sleeping together most of the month is sleeping in a tightly coiled bundle, for better or for worse. Before the Full Moon he is grumpy and woken easily - so he sleeps elsewhere. (or you sleep elsewhere and give him the bed. He needs it.) Post-Full Moon, when he is exhausted and sore: He'd appreciate it if you held him all day. Please.

He doesn't even mind PDA... after a hurdle: For a time he won't want anyone knowing he is in a relationship – and even when they DO know, for awhile he wants to hide the nature of it. Barely even holding hands or standing next to you. But once the hurdle is passed (and he has been told half a million times that you're cute together) his affection comes through. Holding hands, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, sitting right next to you, kissing your forehead or cheek or even lips. This is because his goal has changed: At first he was convincing himself he could leave at any time. Then he is convincing himself he will stay forever. Both hopeful lies.

But if you need a couple of weeks to focus on your thesis? If you need to go away for a month for work? That's alright.

As long as you don't disappear without a word (like he does) he can't bring himself to be that much of a hypocrite that he can't handle time with you away. Even if he gets a little lonely. It even pleases the part of his brain that whispers to him to run away, that tells him its for the best that he is alone, that they secretly hate him and wont come back... ...but you do. And he knew you would, but it's still nice. He might be needy with all his issues, but he isn't clingy. (that's Sirius)

4. Prepared and careful. His anxiety can suck - but it has served him well when it comes to preparing for what he see's as 'eventualities'. His pockets have just about everything that might be needed. He knows more day-to-day useful spells than he can count. Always has sweets and teabags on him. Walking tea party? More like a walking snack These habits have served him well, being homeless.

He is the 'I packed an extra drink bottle and blanket just in case' sort, but not in a ridiculous way. He knows not to over-pack. (Get him to plan a holiday. Taking control AND feeling helpful? yippee.)

His Achilles heel, however, is planning for the things that scare him. His Full Moons, for example: he will procrastinate sorting out his safe space, taking care of himself, drinking his potion (if he can get one)... If that can be taken care of on his behalf... he will be moved to tears.

5. Socially skilled; Aware and sharp. He can read a room instantly - just as well as he can read individuals. He might not be good at confrontations, but if he see's you in one it gives him a little bravery to fight. Though its hardly a battle of wits or fists. He isn't Arthur Weasley fighting for Hermione's parents' honor, nor is he Sirius saying the exact words that cut deepest. But that can be a good thing: he never wants to make a scene. He takes over and tries to keep the situation mild and passive. He steers conversation defensively. He doesn't make enemies. He can take command of a room or a conversation. He can be stern or gentle, manipulating others into staying calm and reasonable. He is good at recognizing manipulation. He studies Dumbledore's methods - and often speaks just like him. He can see it, recognize it - and call it out, disarm it - protect you from it.

If you struggle at talking? He can do it for you. He can talk to anyone pleasantly - or make an excuse for you to leave. He is as much a social butterfly or a wallflower as is needed. If you need any social help or management – a temper, impulsivity, chronic shyness or social anxiety – he is attentive to your needs.

6. Adventurous. Makes everything FUN. He has never grown out looking under rocks for cool bugs... to scoop water out the creek for tadpoles... to mess with gnomes... He looks back on every night with the Marauders fondly, even though they were not the best idea. As cozy as staying in a house is, he has lived a life on his feet - scrounging around spooky places to find boggarts for quick cash...

When it comes to activities or missions: he is fearless. He has weathered the streets and the forest, knowing HE is the scariest thing in them, both as a talented wizard and as a werewolf. He has confidence in his instinct and skills. He will climb trees, explore tunnels – meet with a murderer.

Camping has lost its appeal, being homeless for so long... but camping with a goal? To go see something cool? An abandoned factory, or an old castle ruin? A graveyard at night?

But small things can be fun, too. He MAKES them fun. Trying out a new tea is an event. Staying up late to chat when you should sleep? Riveting adventure. If you're sick in bed he is not beyond making a pillow fort around you, to make laying down a little more exciting.

7. Nurturing; Attentive; Great with kids Mainly a re-tread of other points, but I do think he is destined to be a father. He learns the names of everyone in his class before he meets them. He learns what they like, how best they learn, how he can support them, what their fears are and how to soothe them... Kids love him. He listens, he plays, he is sympathetic to their powerlessness and can allow a little naughtiness just as well as he can step up and take command. At the end of the day he is not exhausted by them but fulfilled. He loves being a teacher - because he is nurturing. He would struggle to be a single father, he needs support – his mental health will go to shit and he will need to get away... but he is a wolf that is tied to his pups. Any partner that also wants children, that already has children – or can offer him the opportunity of being the 'cool uncle'... perfect.

He is a good teacher. Good emotional support for adults AND kids. If you are scared, if you need help - he can guide. He's made for it.

Types of people I think benefit from having him around:

People who are stable and independent, but may also: + Need emotional support. + Struggle in social situations. + Struggle at planning and/or completing tasks. + Who have chronic illness, mental of physical People who plan to have kids/already have kids - or work with kids. People with an active lifestyle they can include him in. People who yearn for, or at least accept, physical affection - even if intimacy is often difficult. People who need distance sometimes. People who find themselves needing to be looked after frequently - injuries, illness, depression etc. People who just need a bit of soft sunshine in their lives. A touch of someone a little eccentric, funny and caring.

(I wanna talk about specific people, like Tonks, but in a third post)

[mamasplat]

Love your Serena/Calem reads and HCs. Its awesome to see this ship still kicking. Got me wondering though - how do you picture these dorks confessing their feelings to each other for the first time?

Do forgive my delay, I had to hastily write this out while helping my sister with her wedding preparations.

It would be post-postgame. Calem taking on the looker storyline as Serena takes her title of champion. They’d start sleeping in call together to remedy the teenage ptsd of team flare.

It wouldn’t be anything big, a slowburn of self doubt regarding if she even meant what she said.

Slowly but surely they’d become a hidden item.

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Feelings brew, spite, pity, resentment…

All par the course in rivalry.

Malva planted the first prominent seed, going on about Hotel Richissime and its reputation, raising affections. Seated on the loveseat of her own suite after a demanding battle.

Serena hardly even questioned why that woman called her there, let alone Calem’s presence beyond momentary surprise.

She hadn’t seen him in weeks…

Being champion made it hard, busy busy and more busy.

The last time she had seen him…Kiloude City wasn’t it?

Fainted, fallen, tried so hard to keep on his feet. He removed the small marble like stone and recalled his absol. Such a brave face he put up. Tightening his jaw, choking back a long sigh at another loss. He almost had it….

Almost.

She recalled in tandem, smiling as adrenaline left her practically buzzing. Steps taken, distance fading, he extended his hand. Rolling the stone into her own.

A single Absolite, his only keystone to match the mega stone he struggled to obtain. She rolls it back into his. Closing her hands around his to ensure it stayed.

His brows knit as he tries in vain to protest “I lost.” He wagered it. Some…final hurrah. Failed…horribly-

“And I never accepted your wager.”

Maybe that’s why she was so comfortable to call him when the damage haunted her restless nights. Letting the dial tone play…expecting no reply. Forgetting the insomniac he was.

He answered, a fuzzy hologram booting to life; his form hard to register with the pillow that covered half the holocasters censer. Just eye bags and ruffled hair.

“Oh you’re awake-”

“Yeah, you called. Why are you?”

His blunt affliction always seemed to carry an unintentional bite, she was more than used to it.

Her end of the call rang with an awkward “ummm” for far too long, bundled and rolled into blankets like a newly formed Swadloon.

He came more into focus as he sat up, clicking on his lamp.

“Nevermind, I don't need the details.” an act of mercy. “I wasn’t going to bed anytime soon.”

And then it became a habit.

Day by day.

Week by week.

She started only when she needed a distraction, horrible memories ringing like church bells; loud and larger than life.

Then she’d call out of habit, he was glad to see her happier.

Then it would be premature, something she looked forward to, calling him as she brushed her teeth before she crashed into her mattress. Telling him all the things that kept them from speaking face to face.

Interviews, challengers, photos, media, being mentored by Diantha- it’s all surreal.

“I could never handle all that…”

An earnest admission.

“What? Not gonna come for my title next season?”

The Kalos region did gym challenges all year round, but the championship title was something much more sacred. After all it’s a full time job, you can’t take back to back challengers all the time- you’ll burn out.

“Don’t put words in my mouth.” He snapped back like a rubber band. She can’t help but laugh.

“There you are! Don’t get all sappy on me like that.” Something he had started to do far too often since she took her title.

They’d talk till her voice slurred into silence, he’d stay till she woke if he wasn’t asleep himself.

Sometimes she’d wake up in the middle of the night.

Shifting sheet’s breaking silence.

He’d turn his attention off of an unorganized TM case, turning to see her toss and turn.

Sitting up groggy.

Blinking, once, twice.

Scrunching up, confused.

Then recognizing the holocaster as just that, a hologram.

“You’re still awake?”

“Yeah..?”

“It’s….” She checked the clock “…2:25 AM..??”

“Which is why you should go back to bed.”

“Hey hey, you can’t send me back to bed just because you’re up past your bedtime and got caught-”

Her tone made it clear she was in no position to truly argue, but she’d still chastise him like he was a child- he scoffs.

“I don’t have a bedtime, but you have an early morning tomorrow.”

She always did.

“Meh.” She spat, making a limp motion with her hand to wave him off. “I’m going to use the bathroom, stay put.”

“…”

“…”

“Serena I can’t move-”

And she’s up, leaving.

He shakes his head, going back to his mindless self assigned task.

Water, fire, grass…..

Pile the disks, slip them into the plastic, repeat. Type by type. One by one.

It made more sense than to organize them by number, he searched for moves via type and effects- place a few color coded sticky notes and he could do both.

He hadn’t even noticed her return till her bed creaked on the other end.

“Is this all you do at night?” She spoke, hardly holding onto consciousness.

“Hm..?”

“Watch me sleep and play with TM disks?”

“I don’t watch you sleep-” He tries to correct.

“That’s kinda boring isn’t it?” She doesn’t pay his defense any mind.

He sighs, looking to his sleep deprived neighbor.

“It’s productive, i hardly have time to clean now that I’m working with Emma and training.”

“Right, detective thing…” her words trail into a mumble, “so is she…she uh…how is…”

“Goodnight Serena.”

“Goodnight,” relieved to be released from the confines of sleepy small talk “love you…”

He paused-

Perhaps it's muttered by habit, something she’s simply used to saying. Even if she’s never said it to him specifically. He doesn’t know why he soaked it in as much as he did, letting it ding around his head.

“Love you too.”

It would be rude to leave her hanging.

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[readerxlit]

Hello? I wonder can I have a request? The reader is Makoto yuki's lover, the reader has witnessed his death. Several years after his death, the reader joins IT, but she still summons Persona with her evoker and is several years older than the members of IT. How will Makoto react to adult readers in Persona Q1. (My grammar is still not very good, I hope you can understand)

Thank you for your patience, life has gotten in the way but I'm finally here with your request. (And, hey, your grammar is fine! I understood. In fact this is an idea I have also had in the past!) Thank you for the request!

You've changed. Time has affected you, of course. Being from a couple years in the future of the SEES members, it's obvious you're older. You can't keep your expression completely in check when you look at them. Knowing something you won't say. Looking at him- at Makoto- with something you won't say.

You still use an evoker, even though you don't need to by now. "It's more reliable, after using it so long." You still use it, but so much more naturally than your old teammates are used to you using it with.

Makoto doesn't know how to rectify the two versions of you. His teammate, his friend, his love, the person who should be at his side. The person you still are. Even if only because you follow on instinct. If only because you reach for him with long unused habits you can never quite lose.

But you're different, too. Older, not just than when he last saw you; you're older than the other members of the Investigation team. The oldest of the group, though you still look to Yu for leadership. At least when you aren't looking to Makoto.

"Is something wrong?" He's been staring for a while. It isn't surprising you noticed. Fidgeting under his gaze. Knowing he must have noticed the ways you're acting. "Makoto?"

"No." Makoto shrugs. You know him well enough to read the subtle changes in his expression, though. He knows that, too.

"Then?"

"Maybe I just want to look at you." A startled scoff leaves at his teasing. You would have been embarrassed, once. Now you just look fond. Nostalgic. As if you've missed this. Missed him.

"You're not usually that cheesy."

"So I won't change much?"

You flinch. Barely, but it's enough tgat Makoto can see it. Enough that he knows something has changed. He says your name, a barely whispered question.

"You haven't changed at all." There's so much hurt hiding underneath your words he doesn't want to face. What could have happened? Why do you look at him as if-

"Oh." He smiles at you, just barely.

"What is it?"

"Nothing." He's figured it out. You both know. But Makoto says nothing except, "I'm sorry."

"Makoto-"

"I love you." He needs to tell you, even if you won't remember he has.

"Of course you do, I'm your girlfriend," you say, teasing. But there's that fond expression again. The bittersweet feeling between you.

"I love you," you say, instead of addressing the reality. No, you aren't. How can you be when he's not there? When you've grown into adulthood without him? It hasn't been long, really. You love him, probably always will, but you can't be with him.

"Are you?" Are you still, he means. You look away.

He wouldn't want that.

"Okay," Makoto says, simply. Accepts what you won't say. He doesn't want to hurt you. Simply takes and holds onto every little detail of the ways you've changed, while you take in how much he's the same as you remember.

Eventually, before everyone returns to their own times, curiosity will get the better of Makoto.

"Were you there?" He asks.

"What?"

"When I-"

"We all were," you say. So that he cant put it into words. He died. You were all there, when he stopped breathing. It was horrible.

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay..." it isn't. "I don't think you regretted it."

"I should regret something." You stare at him, but Makoto shrugs off your confusion. "It hurt you."

"I'm glad I got to see you."

Oh. It did. He watches the way you tense at the acknowledgement. Then, with a maturity unfamiliar to him, you breathe a sigh and tell him, "I'm okay."

You hesitate at the sudden change in conversation. Makoto only offers a barely visible smile. "What do you mean?"

"When you're older." Makoto grabs on of your hands in one of his. "You got cooler."

"Cooler, huh?" You open your mouth to tease him about not thinking you were cool, originally, but he cuts you off.

"Pretty, too."

"Now you're just- you're teasing me."

"A little."

You've changed. In a world without him, you've grown into something different. But the light flushing of your face as he drops monotone descriptors on you hasn't.

You're still you, so Makoto will remind you he loves you, for this little extra time you've been given. Even if you might not remember.

[rubykgrant]

There's something painfully ironic about them not being able to creatively write Sigma in restoration when that's part of his whole shtick. He's the creativity(/ambition) AI.

Yeah... we didn't get to see enough of it explored during the Project Freelancer seasons, because stuff was getting blended together with what Reds and Blues were currently doing/Epsilon stuff, so there was a lot of missing moments where we had to read between the lines (sometimes I wish things had happened slightly different; instead of going into season 6, we had a solid season of the Freelancers, so our first intro to Wash is him being the dorky Freelancer, and we get more of the other Agents before they had the AI, including a deeper look at Tex. then we'd see the introduction of each AI, and how they interacted with their Freelancer partners, etc- but Alpha is still kept a mystery. when it all falls apart, THEN we get season 6, Mr Serious Agent Washington, the Meta, and the Alpha Reveal... but I digress)

One of the most compelling bits of info we have for Sigma was Price saying- "The Meta wanted to be human". That is SO IMPORTANT. Even before Maine got injured and was paired with an AI, he had been fighting as a soldier who was constantly put in situations where he had to kill, or push himself so hard he might die. He was still a PERSON though (that little bit when Carolina wants him to be a counter-wight and he hesitates, saying it was too high? like, he's risking his life almost every day doing dangerous nonsense, but being this high up makes him nervous! a whole person is in there!). Sigma was certainly manipulative and a little selfish when it came to his own goals, but ultimately, what did he want? The idea of "humanity", in which you could be treated with a certain amount of respect, dignity, and freedom. How can he get that? He knows the Fragments were taken away from Alpha, and Alpha came from a human mind. Which person was that? A man who was willing to let the world burn, as long as he got what he wanted. The Director was Sigma's "role model" of humanity, and Sigma's whole deal was having the ambition to go FURTHER, succeed where others failed. He didn't just turn Maine into a big puppet, he saw what Maine also wanted, and said- let's do this together (also, my person thoughts about becoming the Meta; it is more than just being a "hive mind" in agreement, this is an entirely new "person", not just the combination of others. when the AI were gone, the Meta was gone, and Maine was alone)

Also, Omega was the Rage AI, but I think we can all agree Alpha had PLENTY to be mad about. Without all the information to put this anger in perspective, Omega was just a tiny EXTREME, and thus, not very pleasant to be around. We didn't get to see the first version of O'Malley start to be more vocal until he found a place in Doc (and I have a WHOLE opinion on who Doc was definitely plural the whole time, he's just had a bad habit of ignoring his own negative thoughts, and thus not letting these other parts of himself speak up. Omega may have opened that door, but O'Malley was definitely part of Doc), and as horrible as he tried to be, he was probably a lot more happy when he could just be an obnoxious antagonist. We only get a brief look at the memory of the original Omega AI with Epsilon, and while he was trying to have some fun with anger issues, he still said- "I'm here if you need me". If he has the chance to be accepted, and process all this anger (his own, Alpha's, whoever he is with), Omega has the potential to be PROTECTIVE (and though Tex certainly isn't a frail damsel in distress, the fact that she was really the Beta, and Alpha was worried about her, can imply that Omega always wanted to join her again for similar reasons). Anger isn't just a bad thing, it can be righteous fury, and a natural response!