#legit just conversation not rage bait

[dippedinmelancholy]

It’s been on my mind a lot lately, and generally I’m a pretty strong Rhysand hater without apologies, but I think I’m earnestly curious.

At the conclusion of ACOSF/HOFAS, how is Rhysand that different from Tamlin? How if Feyre the thing she was so against becoming?

Rhysand keeps her in a bubble so no one can touch her through her entire pregnancy. He lies to her about her own LIFE, subtly saying he’d rather Feyre die than lose the pregnancy and try again with Feyre ALIVE. He’s endlessly possessive throughout all of ACOSF. He rages at Nesta for daring to help save an entire race of people, threatening her with death AGAIN. He seeks to keep all of the Dread Trove items in the night court. He parades Feyre about the Hewn City to show off he did breed her, keeping up with his weird ‘mask’. He loses control of his magic when enraged.

Feyre spends her time doing what is the equivalent of “First Lady” things. Things she would have done in Spring. She helps the poor, hands out supplies, vaguely worried about funds though they’re so filthy rich (from a mystery fund! Don’t worry, Rhysand got all this money from completely good ways) that she doesn’t need to ever worry about spending too much or building too many houses. Yet, she’s not involved in real politics, trusting Rhysand to just tell her what happens. She only gets brought in for a vote for her OWN SISTER when a tie needs to be broken. When she tells Rhysand to stop berating Nesta, he just takes Nesta to a new house to berate her where Feyre can’t see or hear.

Tamlin loses control of his magic when he too is enraged. He sought to keep Feyre safe from people who wanted to kill her by keeping her with a guard. When she refused to listen, he trapped her in a house where no one could touch or get to her. He expected her to eventually take on the role of helping common people, expected that he would handle the politic end of being a High Lord. Expected to use tithe to pay for their ONE house. Expected eventually she would become pregnant with their children if they were lucky.

These are all facts. They’re all got some emotional attachment within the text, but these are the facts.

What is the difference between Tamlin and Rhysand that makes Tamlin abusive but Rhysand understandable? It’s not that Tamlin didn’t love Feyre, he absolutely did. He loved her so much he had constant nightmares of seeing her die. He loved her so much he wanted to protect her from EVERYTHING no matter the price. I just cannot seem to understand.

What is the difference between what Feyre was scared to become with Tamlin and what she is with Rhysand? What is the purpose of a High Lady versus a “Lady” of the court when she’s not involved in politics, and the things she is involved in, her entire court is content to lie to her about or ignore what she says?

These are the things I want to see discussed without the extreme emotional connection. These are the things within the narrative that drive me insane.

[moonknight-ep5]

since the fandom wants to talk about fuck all except for when it's about ships, may i present to you

the love octagon - a chart of the mighty nein's sexualities i made a few months ago but now it's updated

fjord: uncomfortable with sex/talk of sex and most importantly uncomfortable with being the "bait" for female antagonists; doesn't know what he wants from relationships; canonically "in love" with jester; most likely oriented aroace or questioning sexuality

jester: dicks! dicks! dicks! this could also be purely fun joking, so in reality she might be bi-curious because she mentioned being in love with fjord but not having a preference between either male or female in a throwaway conversation in the early days of the game

caleb: bisexual. he's legit bisexual. having feelings for jester AND having feelings for essek (confirmed in talks)?? bi. also, the more you watch the show, the more sexuality-related jokes are thrown in by caleb ("i just like dicks okay??" or "i know a good three-way and that's Not how you accomplish them" "how's that?" "*quietly* with variety" etc). i think the plan was to make caleb straight in the beginning, but the thing is: liam doesn't know How To Be Straight at all (liam himself is bi).

veth: straight, loving, bdsm top mother. that's all we need to know.

yasha: raging lesbian. get it?

caduceus: he doesn't really like talking about himself all that much so i still don't know this one. but!!! it's completely possible that cad had taken an abstinence oath (where you relinquish yourself from relationships in the name of your god) at a young age because he was a clergyman. so it's possible that we might never get a glimpse into that side of him, and he's okay with that.

beau: lesbiannnnn. lesbooooo. opposite of straaaaiiigghhht.

[underwaterwoods]

so i saw the star war

spoilers ahoy

i guess this is just gonna be random bullet points

* i actually feel pretty chill about it. yay for being spoiled. also like.... if you ignore the ridiculous stuff there’s actually a lot to have fun with in this one. i don’t know how i’ll feel about it once i’ve processed it more. i just know i had fun while watching it, which i know isn’t true for everybody. i totally understand the negativity - it all makes sense to me. i’m just glad i sort of.... FORCED myself to have enough distance to just go in like ‘i’M PrepArED fOr wHAtEveR’

*i did like all the jumping around between locations in the first half and how ben would show up everywhere rey was. what a ‘you’re everywhere i go’ pairing. /chef’s kiss/. also having the different locations gives a sense of spaciousness (even if it’s all happening over a short period of time) which i missed in tlj.

*one of the things that gave me the most joy as the hux thing ??? X’’’D it was EXACTLY like that ‘the farce awakens’ ep where hux LITERALLY JOINS THE RESISTANCE cuz he can’t stand kylo. like what kind of fanfic...... how do the hux fans out there feel? (i really love the hux fans they’re a great bunch XD). shame that he was gone right after though.

* i actually enjoyed the trio dynamic? like i get the desire to move away from ‘trio mentality’ but the rey/poe tension with finn as mediator was fun. and finn and poe as joint generals? adorable. shame that the whole finn/poe thing got a bit clouded by.... stormpilot baiting and rose erasure and all the things... Also i’m not anti any character - i like zorii - but.... let poe stay a gay icon? i guess he can still be a queer icon it’s all good i’m down for whatever.

*speaking of finn.... loved seeing more of his humour back. didn’t love that there was no unpacking of how he feels taking out stormtroopers. but loved the found family of jannah and the other ex-stormtroopers. i feel like that gave SOME resolution/depth to finn’s origins. and finn being a non force user but seemingly super attuned to the force and its ways? i can roll with that.

*more speaking of finn... i wonder what they were doing with the ‘thing he wants to tell rey that he never gets to tell rey’. seems like an obvious ‘i love you’ thing. but at the same time we got reylo (/basks in that for a second/). it feels to me like throwing a bone to the finnrey people? like they didn’t get it in this movie but it could be a thing in the future? regaurdless, i did like how finn and rey were very connected and back to that loving friendship they had in tfa. we never quite got the ‘you have a force bond with the supreme leader?!!’ conversation but we got.... SOME conversation.

* speaking of the supreme leader... kinda love that we got renperor AND ben solo TM. i prefer to view ben more holistically (he is both ‘ben’ and ‘kylo’) but i get that making them two distinct identities was a helpful shortcut of sorts. he could ‘kill’ kylo and switch to being ben in a single scene. i always prefer Soft Boi Ben but if we were gonna get Bad Boy Kylo i’m glad they established it right out the gate. it was like ok, this is what to expect; this is where we’re at with this character. 

*ben with his costume change at the end....... omg. gave me BIG smuggler!Ben vibes. urgh, give me all the AUs. ben deserves more.

*the amount of swagger when he was fighting the KOR

*idk i feel like i’m not even touching on the big stuff. this was just a ‘get all my side thoughts out of my system’ post.

*adam’s smile after the kiss though......... ...  /the most beautiful thing in this world/

*truly iconic that people were right about the strategic, covert introduction of force healing via baby yoda like one month before tros.

*oh yeah it was wILD that so much of the imagery from the trailers/tv spots etc was in like the first five mintues of the movie ??? i totally assumed the ‘i have been every voice you’ve ever heard inside your head’ moment would be climactic rather than right up front

*oh yeah the vader mask.... that didn’t really mean anything in the end then did it?

* re: ben’s death. maybe it’s because i was braced for it but in some ways it’s the best way he could have gone. he was definitely happy and reunited with the light - both through love of rey and of his family. hIGHKey could have done with ben’s force ghost also appearing at the end? the only good thing about not seeing it is.... LF deciding to retcon his death ? ??XD obs they’re not gonna but if you want a crackpot silver lining there it is.

*what exactly does rey’s future look like, may i ask?

* oh yeah, Passing The Saber Through The Force. maybe my favourite moment. the force bond as a bare concept is so romantic to me i would watch a whole trilogy just exploring the magic system of that - it’s limitations and possibilities. 

* i do like that jj developed the visual style of the bond. we got to see them occupying the same space, the way each of them would be seeing the other (’can you see my surroundings, i can’t see yours, just you’)

*i miss that rian johnson sound editing on the bond though..... god, the iNTIMACY of the tlj bond scenes....

*’i DID want to take your hand’

*also just the word choice of ‘take your hand’/ ‘i offered you my hand’. it’s extremely marriage.

*there was also a moment in the hanger when ben was like ‘we’re one’ basically? he was saying it in the context of rey’s lineage but still...............the validation. one soul. 

*palps was like ‘you live and die together’ which made me REALLY think of skytalkers podcast. obviously assumed they would both have to LIVE together but.... /deep sigh/

*blah this could go on forever i’ll add more later

edit #1:

* OH YEAH! reverse anidala was such a thing! why did it have to be SO reverse anidala though? X’D instead of taking her life, he gives her his own. (i know it’s not clear anakin totally killed padme etc etc but ya feel me)

* ok i hate that ben died obvs obvs but, taking that for what it is, it was very romeo and juliet. i kinda love just the imagery of it. like... the physical blocking/choreography of adam getting daisy into his arms, holding her, then he falls and it’s her holding him. the way she catches his neck. really reminded me of the smoothness of the bridal carry. and rey’s flexed foot in that moment of shock. love the body language. back to that kind of ‘’staccato’’ rey of tfa days.

edit #2:

*lololol @ LF trying to establish how ‘bad’ kylo is by having him kill a bunch of people in the beginning. it was just.... Hot.

edit #3:

* rose deserves better. obviously. she looked so good though. i like that she had some moments with connix too. 

* ben called han ‘dad’......

*ben standing there, overlooking the waves, with his leG EXTENDED BEFORE HIM. wanderer above a sea of fog. wanderer above a sea of foggg.

* rey having compassion for the snake thing. we been knew. kinda nice to have it in there. obviously good set up for ~later force healing shenanigans~

* OH YEAH OH YEAH. i kept thinking about atla. i know people have been making comparisons to it from the start and i’ve been DEEPLY INTO those comparisons. but it was truly a blessing for me to remember.... there is a version of this out there that you love and that is Good Content TM. legit i can just go watch atla again to heal from this. omg yeah cuz REY HEALING HIS WOUND ALSO HEALED HIS SCAR. very crystal cave.......... nah but nah but - the ‘you are every jedi’ was EXTREMELY avatar-esk..... like, engage avatar state. i don’t like how it ended up being the same old conflict between jedi and sith - ‘good’ and ‘bad’ - OBVIOUSLY THE POINT IS TO INTEGRATE THE CONFLICTING PARTS OF SELF; THE SHADOW SIDE; TO TRANSCEND OLD DICHOTOMIES - but i did love hearing all the voices from past jedi. that’s some good ‘the ancestors are with you’ shit.

edit #4:

* i think the first thing we hear rey say is ‘be with me’? ngl i was like ‘pls be invoking the force bond’ X’D i am a clown. that was a beautiful shot though. and love that a version of the bond kicked in like two seconds after that. 

edit #5:

*there’s that bit where reylo are fighting on the death star ruins and he’s winning and rey kinda falls to her knees panting and lowkey defeated and, not to be a shallow bitch but..... it was Hot.

*also dark rey......... was HOT. SHE WAS SO KIRA, WHATEVER THE FUCK THAT MEANS, AND I WAS INTO IT LIKE HNGGGG

*obvs i wanted rey to be truly no one. but casting jodie comer as rey’s mum ? ????? urgh, pefection, i love it.

*palps was so random i stg..... his plan was.... convoluted to say the least. 

*also who was under all those hoods?

*the KOR just kinda... being around again was hilarious. no explaination required. the boys are back in town. ben facing them without a mask and essentially wearing his pjs? loved it. 

edit #6:

*seriously though ben’s redemption outfit.............. /heart eyes emoji into the sunset/.......... you can see his collar bone.............. /cares about the important things/.................

edit #7:

*one thing i loved about the reylo was how Space Wizards TM they both were in this movie. it so highlights their connection by making it clear that they are each other’s only peer. i thought it would be a thing of ‘why is the supreme leader constantly interacting with/going after this girl?’ but it’s not because it’s so clear that they are the only two people on each others’ level. no one would dare question the fact that they’re constantly circling each other in a lustful murderous rage.

[fallenqueen2]

Paul’s Plan 2 [TWD]

Paul’s Plan 

It has been a month since Paul went missing; he then reappears as Negan’s negotiator. Whose side is Paul really on?

Fandom: The Walking Dead

Rating: T

Square Filled: Betrayal [1], bedside vigil [2]

Tags: badthingshappenbingo, Betrayal, Bedside Vigil, AU, Daryl has feelings for Paul, hurt Paul, hurt/comfort, Coma

Created for @badthingshappenbingo​

Chapter 2 – Bedside Vigil

The faint sounds of explosions woke the sleeping community of Alexandria. Daryl jolted upright from where he was laying on the Grimes couch, not wanting to be alone and not being able to sleep with his mind going a million miles an hour. His hand curling around his crossbow on reflex as he lurched up from the couch and hurried out the front door, Rick mere moments behind.

"What the hell was that?" Daryl asked as he twisted his head around before he stared at the faint glow of flames and billowing smoke rising into the dark sky.

"That's the direction of Sanctuary," Rick said slowly as realization clicked in.

"Paul did something, no way that wasn't him," Daryl said, knowing full well what the scout was capable of.

"One way to find out, first light we head out and find out what the hell is going on," Rick said loud enough for the other Alexandrian residents who had tumbled out of bed could hear their leader's decision.

"I know you want to go now Daryl, but we have to trust that Paul can handle himself," Rick said setting his hand calming on Daryl's shoulder seeing the tension and urge to move in his brother's eyes.

"Yeah, it's not safe at night," Daryl grumbled, hating that Rick was right. Hating that he had to wait till morning to see if Paul was okay, to see if everything was okay or not.

~~/~~

The RV and a few cars roared down the road leading into Sanctuary. The flames had died down in the night but the air was still thick with smoke, clearly marking their path to the compound. As the pulled to a stop they saw people on foot and horseback were milling around the company and there was a giant bonfire going. The closer they got Daryl could make out that they were burning bodies. Daryl just hoped Paul's wasn't already in there as he eased his motorcycle to a stop and cut the engine.

"You must be from Alexandria! Welcome to Sanctuary! I am King Ezekiel from the Kingdom and a friend of Jesus!" Ezekiel moved forward to greet the newcomers like he had been expecting them.

"Paul told me about the Kingdom, they are legit," Maggie whispered to Rick before the man smiled and shook Ezekiel's offered hand.

"I'm Rick, the leader of Alexandria. What happened here? Is Jesus alright?" Rick asked curiously and Maggie rocked on her feet, clutching Glenn's arm as she waited for an answer looking just as anxious as Daryl felt.

"Negan and his crazed followers were taken down and their bodies are burning. The Saviour’s are no longer a problem from any community... As for Jesus, he's alive but... Well, it is easier to show you then tell you," Ezekiel's face went grave and his tone of voice dropped sending a stone plummeting into Daryl's stomach. He clutched the strap of his crossbow tighter, needing to do something to stop himself from tearing through the compound to find Paul himself.

"Go, we'll keep an eye on things here, see if we can help," Michonne squeezed Rick's arm in reassurance.

"Lead the way King Ezekiel," Rick said, feeling silly using the title but he wasn't going to pick a fight with a potential ally and trade partner. Daryl and Maggie fell into step beside Rick, as he knew they would.

"Jesus had this insane plan, he would bait the man who led Hilltop until Gregory would offer him up to the Saviors to get rid of him." Ezekiel began to explain as they entered the compound, walking the dirty and sometimes bloodstained halls easily.

"He knew his skills wouldn't keep him truly safe once in Negan’s clutches. He knew of Negan's harem of wives and affection for pretty things. Well, Jesus is very pretty and charming so he managed to gain a spot at Negan's side as his first husband. I'm unsure how Jesus got Negan to agree to many things and frankly, I do not want to know the horrid things Jesus endure to make sure no one else he cared about died." Ezekiel shuddered as he spoke and Maggie leaned against Daryl as she paled as Daryl bit his lower lip harshly while Rick's eyes narrowed as horrific ideas flew through their heads.

"He is good at making friends and has an incredible instinct about people. He got many on his side as Negan ruled them all with fear or promises of harming their loved ones. Jesus weeded out the truly insane ones and alongside Negan began to slip a certain root into their food. It took a month for enough to build up in their systems for it to truly poison them. That happened last night and that was when we struck. Taking the compound was easy and Jesus ended Negan's life with the man's own bat." Ezekiel explained, pride slowly filling his voice as he spoke of Paul's plan and how it went off without a hitch. Daryl’s heart pounded in his chest at the mental image of Paul ending Negan’s life with the man’s own precious bat while Maggie tightened her grip on him and Rick hummed under his breath, half impressed and half worried at the news.

The group came to a stop outside a door and Ezekiel placed his hand on the doorknob before sending them all a sad look.

"However not all went according to plan... Paul took a bullet in the side of his neck... He hasn't woken up yet. Our doctor got him stable but he just won't wake. He may never wake," Ezekiel suddenly looked old and weary. This set the trio’s fear skyrocketing up as they took in the news as Ezekiel pushed open the door to what must be the infirmary.

“Oh God,” Maggie gasped, one hand flying up to her mouth and the other one to her stomach on reflex at the sight that lay before them.

Paul was lying propped up on a bed, his arms tucked under white sheets and a thick wrapping of pink stained gauze was wrapped around his throat. His hair was limp and hanging loosely around his shoulders and his face was pale and gaunt in the lighting of the room. Dark circles were under his closed eyes and a giant tiger was snoozing at the foot of the bed.

The tiger opened its eyes and bared its fangs at the group before Ezekiel whistled lowly and the tiger yawned widely before settling back down.

“Oh Paul,” Daryl was the first to move, Maggie on his heels as they entered the room.

“Did you get the guy who did this?” Rick asked Ezekiel, rage and concern warring inside of the man as he stared at the still, injured form of the scout. The scout who had risked everything to take Negan down, who gave up everything to make sure no one from Alexandria or Hilltop was harmed further.

“He’s out there burning with the others,” Ezekiel promised, his voice just as dark as Rick imagined his voice had been.

“Good, thank you for helping him.” Rick held his hand out to the other leader and the two shook hands out of respect.

“He is a good friend, have faith. He will wake,” Ezekiel said firmly and Rick nodded his agreement. He worked closely with Paul before he went missing and knew how strong the scout was.

“He has to,” Rick murmured as he looked into the room to see Daryl clutching at Paul’s limp hand with a look of pain and worry on his face while Maggie was stroking Paul’s hair with a shaking hand.

“Aye,” Ezekiel murmured as well before clapping Rick on the shoulder before he left with one last look at Paul’s unconscious form.

“The idiot, he should have told us, should have asked for help.” Maggie sniffed as Rick pulled over two chairs for her and Daryl, knowing full well that neither of them were going to be leaving Paul’s side any time soon.

“You know that’s now how he works, he still thinks he has to do everything alone.” Daryl groused as he laced his fingers tightly with Paul’s limp ones.

“I know I just hate it. When he wakes up he is moving to Alexandria so we can keep an eye on him.” Maggie said firmly as she settled in the chair, folding her hands over her swelling stomach.

“When he wakes up I’m not letting him out of my sight for a good long while,” Daryl agreed as he rubbed his thumb over Paul’s hand, his eyes never leaving Paul’s blank face.

“I’m going to go see the others, see what we can do to help and figure out what to do with the Saviour’s who helped Paul. I trust you two have everything covered here?” Rick didn’t want to leave, but he knew he had to go check on the others.

“We got it covered, if not I’m sure that Tiger will rip anyone to shreds.” Maggie flicked her eyes to the resting tiger who looked peaceful but she had seen the nature channel back in the old world and knew how vicious they could be. That was the only reason Ezekiel must have left him in Paul’s room.

“I’m sure… He’s gonna pull through, he’s strong.” Rick placed his hand on Daryl’s shoulder in a silent gesture of support and Daryl nodded jerkily at the other man, but he never looked away from Paul.

That conversation was hours ago and night had fallen on the compound. Visitors from Alexandria had cycled through the room, wincing or outright sobbing at the sight of Paul’s unconscious form and the bandage around his throat.

Daryl hadn’t moved from his place next to Paul for all those hours, uncaring that his hand was cramping up as he held Paul’s hand. He didn’t have it in him to let go, he knew it was irrational but he thought that if he let go then Paul would slip away from him.

“You’re a moron Paul,” Daryl whispered when he knew Maggie was asleep, curled up in the chair and looking peaceful in her sleep now that Paul was safe and the threat of Negan and the Saviour’s finally gone from their lives.

“I wish ya had come to me, told me something…I get why ya didn’t though, I know I’m hot-headed and lead with ma fists and not ma head.” Daryl kept his voice low as not to wake Maggie but part of him wanted to shake Paul and shouted at him until he woke up and gave him that stupid smile of his that Daryl thought he would never see again.

“I love ya you idiot and if you don’t wake up I’ll never be able to tell you that, so I need you to wake up. Please, Paul, just wake up.” Daryl lifted Paul’s hand and pressed his lips to Paul’s knuckles and closed his eyes to compose himself.

Daryl thought he had just closed his eyes for a moment but next thing he knew sunlight was filtering through the window and a crick was in his neck. Daryl sighed as he sat up from where he had fallen asleep on the side of the bed and rubbed at his eyes before looking back at Paul and let out a startled noise when he saw beautiful eyes looking at him and a hazy smile on his lips.

“Hi,” Paul whispered and Daryl was lurching forward, cupping Paul’s face between his hands and capturing Paul’s lips with his own.

“Hi,” Daryl breathed out when he broke the kiss and Paul smiled up at him.

“I missed you,” Paul whispered as Daryl stared down at him with relief shining in his eyes.

“I’m never letting you out of my sight again,” Daryl swore and Paul smiled wider.

“I hope not,” Paul smiled and Daryl basked in the warmth of it and everything was right with the world again. They would deal with the rest of it later, but right now it was just the two of them and that’s all Daryl needed.

[radi0active-thoughts]

Ghost, Chapter 4 – “Safe and Sound”, pt. 2

A/N: The chapter is inspired by the song “Safe and Sound” by Taylor Swift and The Civil Wars and this is the part 2 for the last chapter. Hope you like it and sorry for taking long to post. English isn't my first language, so forgive my mistakes.

Summary: After a week, the team is ready for their undercover mission. What reader didn’t know is that she’d find someone worth her protection.

Warnings: Swearing, angst, reader being super protective, Loki annoying the shit of everybody, violence, death, Google Translate conversations (sorry if it’s wrong, people. I tried.).

Word count: 3.883

Y/N: your name | Y/LN: your last name | Y/E/C: your eye color

Catch up here

Roquetas de Mar, Spain A week later The views of the safe house’s balcony in Roquetas de Mar were inspiring, to say the least. The Mediterranean Sea was there, blue, calm and beautiful; and this was a view I could spend my life admiring while feeling the maritime air caressing my face in a pleasurable way.

But admiring the view as I sharpened and polished the knives and guns I’d use in the mission while listening to Vivaldi’s “Spring” was almost the reason of a tiny arousal I felt.

I might be near my period, I thought to myself.

“Y/N?” I heard Brunnhilde calling me and turned around. She was wearing a plaid blue shirt and a pair of jeans, her hair was up in a ponytail, revealing the sidecut in both sides of her head. “Steve wants everyone in the living room.” “What for?” I asked while I polished my silver colored guns. “He wants to review the blueprint of the castle and discuss strategies.” She answered. I sighed and put my weapons in their cases before entering the house and meeting the team in the living room.

“Haven’t we already discussed it yesterday, Steve?” Nat asked. “Which is the necessity of doing it over again?” “It’s just a recap of the plan.” He answered with a sigh. “Nothing special.” “That’s why we’ve got something, a gadget, called earpiece.” I retorted with sarcasm and crossed my arms. “We can communicate through it during the mission, you know that, right? It’s waterproof even.” “Ha ha, very funny, Y/N.” He said. I shrugged and sat by Bucky’s side. “I didn’t mean to be funny, Fossile.” I said. “I’m actually pretty serious here. You’re overreacting.” “She’s right, Punk.” Bucky commented. “Soon we’ll be dressed to the nines and then the mission is over. That’s all.” Nat said. “Then why do I still feel that something is going to do wrong?” Steve asked and we all could tell he was uneasy for some odd reason. I looked to my side to see Loki eating an apple as if Steve’s uneasiness wasn’t making him tense. He was actually having fun about that. “Brother” Thor began and Loki looked at him. “Are you really going to play that card?” “What card?” Loki asked and shrugged soon after. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Are you sure you don’t know, Bastard of Mischief?” I asked and took one of my knives. The razor shone as I moved it carelessly with my right hand. “’Cause I’m sure you do,” “Don’t call me Bastard of Mischief, pet.” Loki said while his green orbs burned over my figure. The “cute” nickname Loki gave me was annoying the shit out of me.

And I already was standing on the edge of my patience with it.

“But that’s what you are.” I said. “A simple trickster, an April Fool’s Day apologetic joke that’s not appreciated by anyone in this room… excepting your brother, I guess.” “Sometimes.” Thor confessed and shrugged. “And you’re just an unworthy little pet who insists on showing some strength when you have none.” Loki retorted. “A little unworthy and weak huma-”

Loki couldn’t finish his sentence before I threw my knife at the green apple he was eating. The fruit collided with the porcelain floor in a heavy but low thud.

“Don’t call me weak ever again.” I said and got up. I took my knife and the apple from the floor, biting into it before returning the fruit to the Asgardian shitty cheater. “You don’t know what I’m capable of.”

That was my cue to leave the living room and going to the bedroom I settled myself in. I closed the door; put my weapons on the glass table there and looked to the black like night, full of shine and transparent Zuhair Murad I’d wear for the mission before lying on my bed and drifting off to sleep.

Hours later “All the earpieces are on and operating?” Steve asked as soon as we parted ways inside the enormous hall of that castle.

There were people of all the places in the world – multimillionaire people as sheiks, businessmen, and owners of illegal prostitution schemes, wearing their trophy wives and undercover securities as accessories; and dressed in ‘oh-so-expensive’ gowns, tailleurs and jewelry.

All I had as accessories were my knives, two loaded guns and four full cartridges. And that seemed enough for the moment.

“I’m listening, Captain.” I answered. “Me too.” Nat answered. “I’m at the bar, punk.” Bucky answered and I looked at him; he had a shot of Scotch and looked real hot while sipping on the glass. 

Damn PMS, I thought.

A waiter passed next to me and I took a champagne glass from his tray, sipping on it while looking at Bucky. He seemed to feel my eyes on him and we exchanged looks; he smirked and nodded, and I did the same.

“Barnes. Y/N.” Thor began. He wore tuxedos, scars and an eye patch very well. “Can you stop looking at eachother as if you’re about to fuck in public?” “We all can feel the tension through this earpiece.” Brunnhilde said. She was next to Loki, who was making acquaintances with a few men who were traders.

Now it was Steve’s turn to open his mouth. “Can you focus on the mission here?”

“Can’t do nothing if I’m the legit definition of sex with legs, Oldie.” I retorted with a smirk and began to walk confidently. There was a purpose on Nat making me choose for a dress with open back and a big ass slit on my left leg – showing myself to distract the men, and women, of the place.

And man, I loved the attention they were giving me.

“Here our bait goes.” Nat smirked while watching me walking as if I owned the place. “I have to admit, pet.” Loki began. “You’re good at being the main focus.” “I’m good at ripping hearts out as well, Loki.” I said while I approached a man who looked like a true Norse God. “You better remember that… I’ll enjoy a treat here, my recorder is on.”

Another waiter passed through me and I took two glasses of champagne of his tray. My target was a beautiful ginger to look at; he had blue eyes, face perfectly painted with freckles, well groomed hair and beard, muscular and tall but lean body and wore British tailleur from what I could see.

“It looks like you’re in need of a drink, handsome.” I approached him and caught his attention with my beautiful and revealing dress, and body language. “You think, sweetheart?” He had a heavy Welsh accent and I have to admit that my legs quivered a little. “I do, actually.” I answered with confidence and handed him the glass, which thank God, he accepted. “Reyna Fuentes, my pleasure.” “Why do I think you’re lying, Reyna?” He asked. Oh, shit. “Because never a lady was bold enough to approach you the way I did.” I answered. I looked at his neck to see a tattooed rose, something told me that that detail would be important. “Indeed.” He answered. “And how do I know, doll, that this champagne isn’t poisoned?” “Because this is my second glass and I didn’t die.” I was quick on answering. “Prove me.” He handed me the glass I gave him and, with no hesitation, I took a generous sip of it while looking into the cold blue of his eyes. He smiled and gave me his left arm. “This is my invitation so we can take a walk and have a talk, perhaps.” “Invitation accepted.” I answered and laced my right arm to his left and muscular one. “So, what do you do for a living?” “I’m a trader as great part of the men in this room.” He answered. “You seem to be one of the trophy girls of the men here.” “I might be a trophy girl, I might be a daughter into family business,” I said and looked at the man. “I also might own something, who knows.” “Won’t you tell me?” He asked with a naughty smirk. I mirrored the same expression. “I like the mystery.” I answered. “So do you.” “Indeed.” He remarked. “The trade is about to begin, look.”

A men entered the runaway, wearing an expensive tuxedo, as the most part of the men in the room. He was received by a round of applause.

“Good night, everybody” he began. “And welcome to the first auction of the year. Tonight we have plenty of interesting products for everybody's delight. Shall we begin?”

Said that, a girl with brown sugar skin, wearing a all-diamond lingerie, entered the room. Her face was stained by tears, she was afraid and I could tell.

“We have this exquisite and beautiful young woman.” the man began saying. “She is Indian, speaks British English and French. Unfortunately not a virgin, but is a great delight in bed. We begin with 5.000 dollars? 5.500 for the gentleman in front of me. We got a 7.500? Okay, this value to the lady in my right…”

The man sold that girl as if she was the cheapest thing in the room and my blood boiled inside me, with rage and want to see that room all covered in blood.

“Calm down, Y/N.” Brunnhilde said through the earpiece. “I can sense your rage from where I am.” “We can see what you’re seeing aswell.” Steve said. “This man you’re flirting with is very dangerous. He’s one of Morningstar’s men. Keep your eyes open.” “I’ll try to enter the back as we discussed earlier.” I said, above a whisper. “I just need to dump him.” “Did you say something?” the mystery ginger asked me. “No, I just” I began saying. “I just need to go to the toilet, very quick.” “I’ll buy that girl for my boss, what do you think?” he asked me. “If your boss is a british man, he’ll enjoy her.” I told him. “Great point.” he answered. “By the way, have you ever been with a British man before?” “Never.” I answered. He smirked. “Wanna try?” He asked and when I was about to answer, somebody left their wine fall on my dress. “Hey man, look at what you’ve done!” “I’m very sorry, Sir.” I looked up to see Loki holding an empty glass. That was my cue to leave. “I didn’t see where I was walking, and…” “And your clumsiness left your wine fall into my lady’s dress?” the handsome ginger asked calmly. “I already dealt with men like you before.” “Why are you so sure of it?” Loki teased him and silently I left the great hall to go to the ladies’ restroom. “Thanks for the escape, Loki.” I said through the ear piece. “It doesn’t mean we’re even at all, I still would like to know how to kill a God.” “You hurt me this way, Lady Y/N.” Thor retorted. “Not you, sunshine.” I said and found the door for the ladies’ restroom.

I looked at the mirror and checked myself out: my guns and knives were perfectly in their places, makeup was still beautiful but I smelled like Italian wine.

“Oh, great” I mumbled.

“Y/N, I’m waiting for you at the subterranean floor.” Nat said through the comms. “Meet you there.” I said.

Since everyone at that event was focused on that gruesome auction, it was easy to find Nat at the subterranean hallway, where there were medieval cells filled with scared woman and men, comforting even more scared child.

“Now this is a carnage.” I whispered to Nat. “I’ve seen lots of villages in captivity situation, but never seen anything like that.” “Barnes” Nat said through the comms. “How’s it going up there?” “The auction is still happening.” Bucky answered. “I need you to know that Interpol forces are working with SHIELD to this mission.” Steve said. “Hill just let me know.” “Fucking Interpol.” I hissed. I sighed. “Captain, what can we do?” “There is a secret passage that goes to the back of the castle. Interpol and Shield agents, with Hill, are there waiting.” “Musaeada!” (Help!) a woman shouted from inside one of the cells. “Min fadlik, nahn bihajat ‘iilana musaeada!” (Please, we need help!) “They are asking for help in one of the cells.” I told Nat, who nodded. “I’m gonna check it out.”

I walked to the cell and a arabian middle aged woman, whose eyes I knew really well, were there to greet me in more desperation and panic than in our last meeting.

“Fadilah?” I asked and held her hands. “Kayf wasalat ‘iilaa huna?” (How did you arrive here?) “Alqayid Y/L/N.” (Commander Y/L/N) Fadija was breathing heavily. “Baed ‘an tarakt ‘ant wal’uwbira, waeuduna bihayat jayidat, bwzayif jayidat wataelim jayid li’atfalina.” (After you and The Cobras left, they promised us good life, with good jobs and good education for our children.) “Min hawla’?” (Who are they?) I asked her and I could see in her eyes that she knew something and that she wouldn’t tell me. I changed the question. “‘Ayn abnatak?” (Where is your daughter?) “Laqad baeuha balfel.” (They already sold her) Fadilah answered, tears were staining her face. “Kaebad jinsiun, lirajul suidyin qaluu li… abnataya alhulwa…” (As a sex slave, for a swedish man they told me… my sweet daughter...) “Sa’akhrijukm jmyeana min huna.” (I’m going to get all of you out of here) I said and turned around to face Nat, to see Bucky and her there. “Where is that secret tunnel Steve talked about?” “I don’t think we have enough time to…” Bucky began but I cut him off. “Yes, we have and we will.” I said and began to formulate a plan. “Most part of people here might know how to speak French, so I’ll talk.”

I sighed and my head began to gather the words to say to those people. Suddenly I was the only glimpse of hope they had. And I didn’t know if I was okay with that situation, but I had to be brave enough to do the right thing.

“Écoute s’il te plaît.” (Listen, please) I began. “Nous ne sommes pas l’ennemi. Nous sommes là pour vous sauver tous.” (We’re here to save you all.) “Comment faisons-nous confiance à trois personnes que nous ne connaissons même pas?” (How do we trust three people we don't even know?) A man in one of the cells asked. “Avez-vous confiance à ceux que vous connaissez?” (Do you trust the ones you know?) I said after a heavy sigh. “Ceux qui vous mettent dans cette situation misérable. Avez-vous confiance en eux?” (The ones that put you in this miserable situation. Do you trust them?)

My questions didn’t have answers from no one inside those cells. I presumed that the answer they had would be a negative one.

“Y/N, the auction will soon be over.” Nat said. “Brunnhilde will meet us outside.” “Nous vous relâcherons et vous nous suivrez dans un tunnel.” (We'll release you and you will follow us through a tunnel.) I said and looked at Bucky, who was releasing those people and organizing them in a line. He had tied a rope on his left wrist. The people were holding it, so they wouldn’t get lost. “Soyez silencieux.” (Be quiet.)

We began to release people cell by cell, and they played along with us, fortunately — they’d hold the rope by the time we’d release them. In a voice that was barely above a whisper, men, women and children would thank us. My heart filled with joy, somehow.

I opened the last cell and people began to come out, hold the rope and follow Bucky. That was when I heard a sob inside one of the cells and went to check it out. A little and skinny girl were there, sobbing on her knees.

“Hey.” I went to her and she looked up to reveal big green eyes and olive skin. “Can you understand my language? Understand what I’m saying?” She nodded. “Where is your mommy or your family?” I asked. “Did they come with you?” “The Morningstar.” The little girl answered, her voice was quivering and she had an arabian accent. “He killed my father and took my mother with him.” “I won’t leave you here.” I said and she was looking towards the cell’s door. I turned around to see two guards pointing their machine guns to me. “Oh, hello boys.” “Leave the girl alone.” One of them told me. “Why should I?” I asked. “So I don’t fuck your head with a bullet in it.” The other answered, pointing his gun at me. “Do you trust me?” I asked the girl, who let out a “uh-huh”. I slid my hands to my legs slowly, grabbing my knives. “When I say it, you jump on my back and hold on, okay?” “Okay.” She whispered and I sighed. “Now!” I shouted and in a skilled movement and pure luck, my knives cut two necks and the girl jumped on my back, lacing her tiny arms on my neck and her skinny legs on my waist. “I might have to kill a few bad guys if you don’t mind.” “O-o-okay.” She said in a trembling voice. I took my knives, cleaned them on my dress and put them on the leg case. I took my guns and began to run out of the place. “Watch out!”

I got scared with her scream, but if wasn’t her we’d both be dead: there were five guards and I killed them all quickly.

“You don’t know how to shoot, do you?” I asked when I grabbed two loaded mini-machine guns. She didn’t answer. “I’ll take that as a no.”

I began to run again, trying to find a way out of that castle. “Y/N, where are you?” Steve asked through the comms. “You were supposed to be with Natasha, Bucky and Brunnhilde.” “Change of plans, Cap.” I said while running. “They discovered me.” “They who?” He asked. “Morningstar’s men?” “You can say th — FUCK!” I shouted and I was surrounded by a few guards. “Y/N?!” Steve said. “Well, hello miss Fuentes.” the ginger man who was trying to win me where there. “Unfortunately I still believe in pretty girls with (Y/E/C) eyes.” “Women like me are your weakness, I know.” I said in pure sarcasm. “Give me the girl and I’ll let you go.” He said calmly. “Why do you want her so bad?” I asked. “She’s just a child.” “A child and my property.” He stated and pointed a gun at us. I sighed. “I won’t give her to you, you fucking Fireballs.” I said. “Fireballs?” He asked and laughed. “That was low, even for you.” “Usually the carpet matches the curtains.” I shrugged. “Usually women don’t resist my charm” He said while approaching and my first protective instinct was shooting him on his leg. “You fucking bitc — FUCK!”

I didn’t let him finish to shoot him once again, on his shoulder this time. I began to shoot all the guards there, fought with a few and when one of then tried to take the girl from my arms, I went berserk and shoot all the men there while screaming and her reaction was what made me really loose my shit: she emanated a purple light, that looked like a force field.

“You’re a mutant.” I whispered more to myself than to her. She looked at me and the green in her irises were now purple. When her eyes got back to normal, her body trembled and I could see she used a lot of energy to do that. “Let’s focus on running away.”

I ripped the dress off and used the tissue to wrap her around my body. That moment I thanked God for wearing booty shorts. I was about to run again when I felt somebody grabbing my ankle. The ginger.

“You won’t go out that easy.” He said and I looked at him. “Oh, I will.” I said and while one of my Louboutain heels pressed his wounded shoulder making him scream in pain, the other one entered his right eye with all its 8 inch glory.

I had just killed a man with stilettos. And it felt awesome.

“Y/N?” I heard Bucky ask through the comms. “Doll?” “How those people are, Buck?” I asked. “Already safe?” “Interpol and SHIELD are taking care of it all, Y/LN.” Steve answered. “We’re in the quinjet.” “Where am I right now?” I asked. “East wing.” Nat answered. “Can you guide me to the roof, Nat? I had an idea” I asked and she began to give me the directions to the roof. When I got there, the girl in my arms were breathing calmly. She was asleep. “Hey, um… wake up.” “Hmmm…” She rubbed her eyes from sleep. “Where are we?” “We’re about to do something really dangerous here.” I answered. “I need you to be awake so we decrease our chances of dying. Are you okay with that?”

She nodded and suddenly she was wide awake.

“Steve.” I called through the comms. “Where is the jet?”

My question didn’t need answer at all since I had seen the jet from afar, took the high heels off and began to run on the roof. The quinjet began to open the ramp and with all the force I had in me, I jumped. Fortunately, I escaped a mortal fall and held the girl in my arms.

When we fell, I realized we had collided and rolled in the jet. My hands went instinctively to her head, protecting her. She fell above me and I opened my eyes when my brain sent me that “open your eyes, shithead” sign.

The team was all above us, the ramp was already closed and the jet was already taking us to the compound.

“Hello, guys.” I said. Bucky and Steve sighed in relief, I heard Loki talking about burials, Thor and Brunnhilde thanking the Gods I was alive. “You’re the most insane bastard I’ve ever met, Y/N.” Nat laughed. “I know, right?” I laughed and Bucky smiled at me. Steve, once again, looked like a disappointed father.

I began to move my body, with the little girl above me. What I didn’t know was that my movements would scare her to death. She began to scream, squirm and cry in my arms.

“Mommy!” She’d scream to the top of her lungs and hold me tighter than she had moments before. “Give my mommy back to me, please! Mommy! Mommy!”

I sat down and crawled to the nearest wall so I could comfort and cradle her in my arms. I looked at the team, Brunnhilde and Loki included. Their faces were pure worry about the scene. Bucky and I looked at eachother and all I could remember was of how he’d comforted me in my first night at the compound.

“Shhhh…” I whispered loudly, while rocking my body and caressing her thick brown hair. Her tears made my shoulders wet and I was feeling the pure terror she was feeling in that moment. “You’re safe. You’re safe. You’re safe.”

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[simkjrs]

chapter 6 asks that are people in distress about shinsou

SPOILERS FOR THE FIC, so it’s all under the readmore 

** before i start, i just want to say, the sheer number of people who have guessed that it’s himiko impersonating shinsou is frankly alarming and equally hilarious. thanks yall 

Anonymous said: OH MY GOD SHINSOU MY SON, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HIM??? HE DOESNT DESERVE THIS????? (for real, tho, that chapter was?? So good??? I'm so happy to have read this)

you’re absolutely right he doesn’t deserve this and im doing it to him anyways, which objectively proves that as an author i am not and never have been trustworthy. im sorry if i ever tricked you into thinking otherwise. im crying as well

Anonymous said: holy crap that chapter. where do i even start. i knew the kidnapping was coming up but that scene still managed to punch me in the gut. shinsou doesn't deserve this he just wanted to be a hero you guys. also the scene where izuku brought mitoki flowers was really great and i'm so happy that conversation happened. and the paintball fight? best thing i've ever laid my eyes upon. sorry this wasn't very coherent, i'm gonna go fling myself into the sun. thank you for this amazing chapter.

thank YOU for the feedback, i’m really glad you enjoyed the mitoki conversation & the paintball fight because those two scenes were the ones i was most nervous about. as for shinsou, you are very right. he doesn’t deserve this and im sorry 

Anonymous said: WHAT THE FUCK!!!!! that was so intense!!!!!!!!!!!! that chapter was amazing you lied sorry ://// (izuku has a crush on shinsou and i couldnt be happier. sweethearts, the both of them.) SO MUCH HAPPENED AT ONCE IM FU KCIFNSICIAJX!!!! WHAT HAPPENED WITH SHINSOU??? MY BOY WHO THREATENED HIM. WHO HURT HIM??!?!?!!?!??!!??!?! i got so emotional all throughout this chapter i almost cried like 26 times that was wild af!!! NOW HOW DO I RECOVER FROM THIS!!!! (im so worried about shinsou. about everyone.)

hfjldksf thanks!! glad you enjoyed it!! im sorry for making you emotional. its the unintended side effects of tryin to convey izuku’s state of mind 

i know this won’t ease your suffering much but for a while i intended for chapter 7 to be from shinsou’s point of view, and it was quite literally just titled “what happened to shinsou.” this may still happen. im not sure yet. stay tuned next for,

Anonymous said: *twitch twitch twitchy twich* omg suddenly i understand those comments from your betas. like. i'm legit speechless???? why. why would you do this, you evil writer from awesome land. like i just. im in like. the all caps state of shock. that FREAKING LAST LINE AKDJKLADSLKAJDSKLJLKJ. like. *squeezes air* i dont even know where to begin???? I MEAN CLEARLY I STARTED AT THE END BUT LIKE. so much. to talk about. like. the smile bits of gaming and cats and pics then THAT KAST KUUSJDFHSKJDHFSKJDHSJDF

i bait in readers with cute fun shenanigans and then i go in for the kill 

(thank you for writing in, i’m glad you enjoyed the chapter <3 )

Anonymous said: no, but like, ur saying that chapter 6 is the worst one YET (which is a HORRIBLE LIE. this chapter was great. even if it let us all devastated afterwards. but whats a good fanfiction if it doesnt affect the reader tho heh(and your certainly is a great fanfiction. one of the greatest)) is it because of the giant clusterfuck that 7 and/or 8 is gonna be? (kamino ward, all might reveal, kidnappings+ SHINSOU) im legit worried haha ( btw "(accidental) dad might: Stealth Style" is my favorite tag now)

i cultivate my tags with pride. im glad you enjoyed that one in particular :3c and also... thank you... i was super insecure abt ch6 so it’s really nice hearing ppl liked it! i really appreciate it <3 

the next chapter(s?) are going to be a clusterfuck so you are probably wise to be legit worried. preemptive apologies. i don’t know why im doing this and im sorry also 

Anonymous said: I don't actually believe that Shinsou did it, naturally. Maybe the villains pin the blame on him cause it's easier to do it to someone that everyone is already wary about? I honestly have no idea, you're too unpredictable with some of these things

u have a good nose anon... but also when have i EVER been unpredictable about anything. my taste and storytelling is incredibly predictable in that it is always The Worst and Incredibly Self Indulgent. all you have to do to pick out the path im taking is think “what path allows simk to pander to their own interests the most?” and thats the path i’ll take. this is exactly what is happening with the entirety of this fic and especially with this next arc 

Anonymous said: is shinsou being blackmailed?? controlled by someone else?? someone stole his face?? was he used as a hostage bc he interacted with class I-A more? or is someone threatening izuku again or.. ahhh idk what it is but I really feel he is not a traitor so: my current theories about shinsou. am I close?? 

yes to all of the above 

Anonymous said: Pretty sure you didn't get many theories yet cause we are still in shock. Send help pls. (Loved the chapter btw that chapter was legit a roller-coaster of feels.)

theres no help to be found. i did this irrevocably and now theres nothing we can do about it 

(thank you! i’m really glad to hear that, and hope that you have recovered from your shock :p )

Anonymous said: thoughts on shinsou's reasons: bakugou is a abusive shit who is undeserving of being a hero and made him lose all faith in heroes, blackmail, threats, brainwashing, some other type of convincing, he has been the traitor the whole time and you just want to kill us with angst, the LoV is threatening deku and if he doesn't help them they kill him, rage against society has reached its peak (same tho), or he wants to get back at bakugou, or the Cat Cafe is being threatened. please stop killing me.

this is a really impressive laundry list of unconventional reasons for shinsou to join the villain alliance. i love it. i too would become a villain in order to save my favorite cat cafe and spite a person i don’t like 

@armcontrolnerve said: it was himiko in the study with the candlestick 

d...does this make shinsou the murder victim 

Anonymous said: I JUST READ THE NEW CHAPTER AND JUST WANTED TO DROP BY AND SAY YOU'VE UTTERLY WRECKED ME. I have tears in my eyes, I am currently flailing about like a fish while my brain goes into overdrive trying to dodge the reality of that ending. Shinsou was helping Izuku not two scenes ago, he was probably kidnapped and forced to do it against his will via torture or something. I refuse to believe that Shinsou is a villain and you cannot tell me oTHERWISE

good instincts. hold onto that feeling 

Anonymous said: My guess: shinsou was kidnapped by Villain Alliance. Himiko Toga is using her quirk to impersonate him. But...why

bad pr image for yuuei 

Anonymous said: all im thinking is that girl with the quirk that lets her shapeshift into people if she gets their blood and im just. oh no. shinsou. how could u do this to the poor sweet gay boy. meet me in the pit for a fight, and also a round of compliments for ur fucking writing skills. u made me cry. i love this fic so much but unfortunately i still have to challenge u to a duel, for the sake of these poor children, and their mental health,,, (ps i love ur writing and ur fantastic!! byeee)

if you kill me youll never get these children back alive

(thank u though... this made me laugh. rest assured that i will promptly apply all my writing skills to elucidating the mystery of what happened to shinsou) 

Anonymous said: Shinsou probably got his quirk stolen by Sensei or someone is impersonating him I guess. Or his classmates are jerks and framing him or something. Smh

his classmates threw him under the bus

@sunslammerdown​ said: hi i am a person who reads your very extremely good fanfiction... thanks very much and also Wow Rude How Dare You. you said you were surprised at not getting more shinsou theories so heres my two: 1) It Was Toga, shinsou is kidnapped its not good 2) It Was All For One who can take quirks and use them on people and shinsou has a mind control quirk, its very not good still

what if its... 3) both, for maximum suffering, and the ultimate very not good happenstance 

@viperofsand​ said: I am sure I had something in mind when giving my review while I was reading chap 6, but after the final part my mind was all 'WHAT THE HELLLLLL', so, there is that. Also, I am inaugurating #ShinsouIsNotAVillain2017 for this fic starting now.

this is a good hashtag. i’m behind it. i have no right to be but i am 

Anonymous said: ok i'm trying not to panic bc of the cliffhanger but just tell me, will we know /why/ shinso is doing what he's doing ?? i'm trying not to spoil for ppl 

no worries! we will find out exactly what happened to shinsou...

@auspiciouswhiskers​ said: How much do I have to pay for a Shinsou redemption and/or Shindeku endgame because pleeease you have responsibilities

you don’t even have to ask. its already under way...

(more specifically: you just don’t even need to ask. there just isnt a need. hold that thought for a shindeku endgame though bc who KNOWS where im headed with that) 

Anonymous said: Izuku's gonna lure Shinsou with cats and everything will be just fine. Izuku holding up fuku, taka and isao: you know u can't harm them Shinsou: defeated

this is the ultimate villain shinsou ask. nothing is ever going to top this. you dont even need to fight shinsou you just have to appeal to him with cats and he’ll crumble instantly 

Anonymous said: Eh, I don't know if I'm angry, but I am a tad disappointed if it actually is "what it looks like" with Shinsou. I mean his whole deal is that while his power seems like one that a villain would have, he doesn't actually want to use it that way. If he really is a villain in your story, that sorta defeats the purpose of his character, you know? But I guess I'll just wait and see what you plan to do with it.

that aspect of his character is probably what makes what im doing 100% more awful so i guess what im trying to say is: don’t worry it’s not what it seems, but also, i should not be allowed to touch a computer 

Anonymous said: ok ok i have an idea about why shinsou provided inside help(i hope im at least a little right or im going to cry): he was threatened by the league? they saw him hanging out with deku and probably knew that he didnt know he was Hella Strong or smth and were like "look, if u dont want ur friend to die ur gonna have to Cooperate" and shinsou being an amazing friend was like "U LEAVE HIM ALONE U COCKROACH" and he did That. it probably happened in That One Stupid Horrible Month (please. PLEASE)

shinsou became a villain for deku confirmed. be gay, turn to the dark side 

Anonymous said: honestly while i'm still Actually Dead over the latest chapter Izuku having his Gay Awakening over someone who stabs him in the back is Relatable lol

h...hold that thought... 

also. i’m really sorry to hear that, and i hope you’re in a better place now. may your future gay relationships be blessed

Anonymous said: It's Mamoru. The ending to your new chapter is definitely a twist that I didn't expect at all. But oddly I'm not angry. Is Shinsou really going to be a villain? Because it kinda goes against he is fighting for. Or is he threatened?

spoiler alert...

@chocowl said: holy fuck simk

A theory: was Shinsou kidnapped by the VA and Himiko used her Quirk to look like him? That would explain the silence towards Izuku and would heal our tormented souls Q-Q

the truth is, the entire villain alliance is conspiring to fuck over shinsou, specifically

[wallflowers-in-the-wind]

Feyre is a character that focuses more on what she wants than what others want for her. Whether they have the best or worst intentions in mind if Feyre doesn’t comprehend or find it useful she doesn’t want it.

After the events UTM there wasn’t really a chance for Feyre or Tamlin to process their emotions properly. There was so much that needed to be done and Tamlin didn’t have an inner court to help delegate things. Unfortunately this resulted in the caged up bird feeling Feyre claimed to suffer when with Tamlin.

Rhysand has the advantage of distance and mind manipulation. He can create the world to be whatever he wants to be and can put of responsibilities so he can be more present and there whenever Feyre ‘needs’ him.

So for Feyre, and many readers, Rhysand being a partner who is always there and controlling everything sounds more appealing in a romantic sense. A comfort in the short term of being there and dropping everything without noticing the long term consequences.

Tamlin is a partner who focuses on the long term. It’s difficult and he can’t always be there but when he is Tamlin does everything he can to make up for it. Because once things settle down he will be able to have more time to be there and focus on healing. Even if it hurts him and he never gets the chance to recover.

In Feyre’s mind Tamlin couldn’t meet her short term requirements fast enough and Rhysand was the one who presented the ideal relationship Feyre was looking for. It didn’t matter what one did or how the other is worse than her previous partner. For Feyre it was all about having things on her terms even when it results in her being in the exact situation she feared she would end up in.

It’s been on my mind a lot lately, and generally I’m a pretty strong Rhysand hater without apologies, but I think I’m earnestly curious.

At the conclusion of ACOSF/HOFAS, how is Rhysand that different from Tamlin? How if Feyre the thing she was so against becoming?

Rhysand keeps her in a bubble so no one can touch her through her entire pregnancy. He lies to her about her own LIFE, subtly saying he’d rather Feyre die than lose the pregnancy and try again with Feyre ALIVE. He’s endlessly possessive throughout all of ACOSF. He rages at Nesta for daring to help save an entire race of people, threatening her with death AGAIN. He seeks to keep all of the Dread Trove items in the night court. He parades Feyre about the Hewn City to show off he did breed her, keeping up with his weird ‘mask’. He loses control of his magic when enraged.

Feyre spends her time doing what is the equivalent of “First Lady” things. Things she would have done in Spring. She helps the poor, hands out supplies, vaguely worried about funds though they’re so filthy rich (from a mystery fund! Don’t worry, Rhysand got all this money from completely good ways) that she doesn’t need to ever worry about spending too much or building too many houses. Yet, she’s not involved in real politics, trusting Rhysand to just tell her what happens. She only gets brought in for a vote for her OWN SISTER when a tie needs to be broken. When she tells Rhysand to stop berating Nesta, he just takes Nesta to a new house to berate her where Feyre can’t see or hear.

Tamlin loses control of his magic when he too is enraged. He sought to keep Feyre safe from people who wanted to kill her by keeping her with a guard. When she refused to listen, he trapped her in a house where no one could touch or get to her. He expected her to eventually take on the role of helping common people, expected that he would handle the politic end of being a High Lord. Expected to use tithe to pay for their ONE house. Expected eventually she would become pregnant with their children if they were lucky.

These are all facts. They’re all got some emotional attachment within the text, but these are the facts.

What is the difference between Tamlin and Rhysand that makes Tamlin abusive but Rhysand understandable? It’s not that Tamlin didn’t love Feyre, he absolutely did. He loved her so much he had constant nightmares of seeing her die. He loved her so much he wanted to protect her from EVERYTHING no matter the price. I just cannot seem to understand.

What is the difference between what Feyre was scared to become with Tamlin and what she is with Rhysand? What is the purpose of a High Lady versus a “Lady” of the court when she’s not involved in politics, and the things she is involved in, her entire court is content to lie to her about or ignore what she says?

These are the things I want to see discussed without the extreme emotional connection. These are the things within the narrative that drive me insane.