#like ​go get employed since u have nothing else to do

[ashsostrange]

all this dramaaaa 😭🙆‍♀️🙆‍♀️ now i gotta serious up and give my two cents

this whole copying thing should’ve stayed between the two writers in dms so they could get it sorted out. i say that bc of the weird ass anons who pull shit out of their asses. if they couldn’t come to an agreement and it became a bigger issue, then THAT’S when it should’ve been brought to others’ attention. harassment or wtv is nottt necessary. neither are baseless accusations on who’s behind anon pretending to be one of the girls.

i don’t believe anyone initially had ill intentions but, honestly, c’mon… nobody wants to open this app to a new “scandal” every day when we’re j tryna read/write fanfiction, share art, talk to our friends, or wtv else ppl do on here! like this is silly. really silly. you can always block ppl (and anons i think) too, it’s protecting your peace 🤷‍♀️ ik that’s how i protect mine.

anyway to my knowledge, the issue was alr dealt with, so whoever is behind that anon on their blogs is dead wrong trying to stir the pot that’s literally empty. nd that’s why i’m saying ppl gotta handle shit privately cuz of these messy ass nobodies hiding under “anonymous.” nd j ignore them in general. don’t feed into the attention they CLEARLY ain’t getting at home 😭

but maye’s right, lmao. never that damn serious. not tdy, not tmr, not ever. it shouldn’t have even gotten to this point.

i know we’re online, but ik all the writers/readers on here aren’t little kids, so you might as well start handling shit like adults 🤷‍♀️ i say that referring to the spider-verse (writing? wtv else) fandom as a WHOLE bc this isn’t the first time some dumb shit like this has occurred 😭

and to the weird anons, mcdonald’s is pretty much always hiring, so there you go.

lastly, hope this doesn’t affect anybody’s want to write on here or in general (or just b on here) cuz like i said, ion think anyone had ill intentions. things happen and people do make mistakes. if it’s dealt w civilly then everyone n everything should be good!

we all (hopefully) learned sumn today. now let’s move on n be happy 🧘‍♀️🧘‍♀️😚🙃 i got ap lang hw i need to do

Maye like, I just logged on a couple of minutes ago, and there's already drama. What the fuck is wrong with peeeooopppllleeee?????

they want attention thats really it 🗣️

[sokkigarden]

dancing with our hands tied (part iv)

jamie tartt x female reader // nsfw 18+ // fwb

masterlist // read on ao3

summary: an emotional spiral sends you to jamie's doorstep… again

word count: 3k

this chapter took it OUT of me but i actually think this might be my fav chapter so far?? eeeee excited to share w you guys :) thanks to @hopefulromances for challenging me to write and trade feedback last night! sometimes u just need a lil extra motivation 😩🫶

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“Hey, you’re friends with Jamie, right?”

You looked up from where you were sitting at your desk to find Zach in the doorway. You were startled by his appearance. 

After getting drinks last week, you’d gone back to his place and fell into bed. He was fun and flirty and you both had a good time, but once it was late, he asked if you needed a ride home. You’d left after calling a ride, trying not to overthink it. It was just the beginning after all.

But it had been a week since then. Zach had been keeping his distance at work and hadn’t been responding to your texts that much. You figured he was busy with the new job, so you kept yourself busy as well. But that didn’t resolve the sinking feeling in your gut.

And now Zach was standing in front of you. Asking about Jamie Tartt of all things.

“Huh?” You knew you sounded dumb but you weren’t sure why Zach was asking if you were friends with Jamie.

“Did I do something to upset him?”

“What?” you sputtered. “Um, I don’t think so.”

Despite your confusion, you had also noticed Jamie’s coldness toward the new nutritionist. Richmond had a big facility and a lot of people employed, but after Ted Lasso brought his camaraderie and positivity to the entire club, it was easy to see when someone was being off-putting. 

Since last week, you hadn’t spoken to Jamie outside of your scheduled physio treatments. You weren’t typically alone during your appointments, and it was always after his ludicrous amount of training which left him tired, so you hadn’t had the chance to talk to him much.

“Maybe you’re reading too much into things?” you suggested. “He’s always been kinda rocky– you’ve heard the stories.”

You didn’t mention that those stories were from more than two years ago. You didn’t mention that he had been much better in recent months. 

“Maybe….” Zach replied, scratching the back of his head. 

You clearly didn’t have the answer he wanted, and the room fell into silence. You looked back at the work you had open on your computer screen, before taking a deep breath and being brave.

“Hey, so I had a fun time last week,” you started with a smile. “Would you, maybe, want to go out again?”

Zach suddenly looked like he wanted to be anywhere but in the treatment room with you. You tried not to let the feeling in your gut sink even further, but you could feel the smile falling off your face.

“Oh, um, I’m gonna be busy for the next few weeks, so….” he trailed off.

You pressed your lips into a firm line, nodding once. You didn’t need to hear anything else; he was clearly not interested in pursuing you further. 

The insecurities that had lingered for a week resurfaced from the corners of your mind. You’d gotten your hopes up again, and he clearly wasn’t on the same page. It was fine. You were getting the brush off. Nothing you hadn’t experienced before.

You just wished you’d known this wasn’t going to be anything when you went into it. It had taken time, with each heartbreak, but you thought you had built up walls to prevent yourself from getting hurt again. 

“Okay, yeah,” you said, “Don’t worry about it.”

Zach gave you a smile that looked more like a grimace before leaving you alone.

How had everything gone to such shit?

There’s a reason you’d made it clear with Jamie that your relationship was just sex. If it was explicitly just sex, then you wouldn’t let yourself form an emotional attachment. No point in letting your brain drift into romantic feelings. It never worked out anyways.

Thinking of Jamie brought you back to the first thing Zach said. Was there a reason Jamie was being a dick to him? You hadn’t seen them interact much other than at the bar last week. While you had wanted to bite Jamie’s head off at first, by the time you had a chance to say something, he had left. There was a lot left unsaid.

And if here was anything that would get your mind off things, it would be bickering with Jamie. 

You checked your watch, realizing most of the players were gone by this time of evening. You finished up the report you were working on. It was probably time for you to head home too. 

And maybe you’d pay Jamie a visit on the way home, too.

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Not even twenty minutes later, you were knocking on Jamie’s door unannounced. You hadn’t been there since last week, but there were no cars except his parked outside, so you assumed he was the only one home. 

When he opened the door, he seemed surprised to see you, his face going through about half a dozen different expressions before settling on raising his eyebrow in question.

“Stop being a dick to Zach,” you said in lieu of greeting, walking into his home. 

Jamie shut the door and pursed his lips. He clearly hadn’t expected to be instantly berated, but it was easier to act mad at Jamie than deal with being upset with yourself.

“Aren’t I a dick to everyone?” he asked.

“No, you aren’t,” you rolled your eyes, and said in a smaller voice, “Not anymore.”

You crossed your arms. “But you are acting like an asshole to Zach. Everyone sees it.”

Jamie scoffed, shaking his head. 

“Sorry,” he said, with a defeated tone, “You can tell your boyfriend I didn’t mean anything by it.”

Now it was your turn to sound defeated, “He’s not my boyfriend.”

Jamie’s face perked up at that.

“Oh yeah? Thought you two were gettin’ cozy. Gettin’ drinks at Bones and Honey.” 

If it was anyone else, you’d think he sounded jealous, but there was no reason for Jamie to be jealous over you. He was just poking your open wound at this point.

You huffed out a breath of air, letting your arms fall to their sides. 

“He brushed me off,” you said, “If we didn’t work together, he probably would’ve ghosted me by now.”

All the frustration from the past few hours, the past few days, the past week, felt like it was bubbling to the surface. It wasn’t even like this was a new thing. You were just tired of the same thing always happening. Even when you tried to protect yourself, you still ended up getting hurt.

You were so focused on blinking rapidly to dispel the tears in your eyes that you didn’t notice Jamie wrapping you in a tight hug. You stood frozen for a moment, before wrapping your arms around his torso and nuzzling your face into his shoulder. 

The hug was so tight and warm and surprising, but it made you feel the best you’d felt in weeks, months. You didn’t even realize you were fully crying until you moved slightly and felt the wet patch of fabric on his shoulder. 

You pulled away a bit and tried taking some deep breaths, while Jamie brushed his fingers through your hair. As soon as he whispered your name, you pulled back further, still enveloped in his arms. 

“Sorry, sorry, I know this isn’t what we normally do,” you said. Your relationship consisted of arguments and sex, not tears and warm hugs. 

He shook his head, leaning in to press a kiss to your forehead. “What’s wrong?” 

The tender tone, the soft look in his eyes, the delicate physical contact, made you start crying all over again. He gently led the two of you over to the couch, sitting down with you in his lap. 

“I just–” you sniffled, and it all came spilling out. “I just don't know what I'm doing ever. Everything I do seems wrong. I try to go after the things I want and it's never enough. I give too much, and yet not enough, and- and it's all shit.” 

Jamie’s brows furrowed together as you stared at his face. You focused on the line of his jaw and the grooves of his nose instead of his eyes. You didn’t want to meet his eyes. His hand gently grasped your chin to direct your gaze.

“You’re okay,” he murmured, as you held eye contact. “Things are hard, but they’ve always been hard, and you’ve made it through. You deserve good things. You’ll get them. You have them.” 

Those words were tender and sweet and all you wanted to hear, but a part of you refused to let yourself believe them.

“Yeah, okay,” you rolled your eyes lightly. “I guess.”

He let out a huff of frustration, before rearranging you to straddle his thighs. His arms squeezed your shoulders, but not in a domineering way; it felt soft, comforting. 

His hands were warm as they ran across your skin to your cheeks, holding your face to keep your eyes connected. He wiped the tears from your cheeks. His face held a hundred emotions and you weren’t sure what to make of any of it. 

“You have me,” he said.

You took a sharp intake of breath at his words. The words burned into your mind.

It was true. You did have Jamie. And he had you. In some sort of way. And for now, it would be enough.

He placed a soft kiss to your forehead, and then to both of your cheeks, lingering so close you could feel his exhales and swore you could hear your heartbeats in the space between. 

Then, he seized your mouth in a kiss, and it was like no other kiss you’d shared with him. While others were passionate and full of angry emotions, this was full of something raw, something untethered to your pre-existing idea of Jamie.

As you explored each other's mouths, you found yourself grinding against his lap, letting a moan out as you felt overcome with emotion. His hands ran through your hair, and you flexed your fingers under the fabric of his shirt, feeling the expanse of warm skin on his stomach. 

You tugged his shirt over his head, which broke the kiss, but you took the moment to take a breath. He kissed your cheek, your jaw, your neck, as he moved to remove your shirt as well. 

“Fuck, angel,” he said, and it felt like you were seeing each other for the first time.

It didn’t take long to remove more clothes, explore more of each other, before you finally sat down, feeling his dick slide into you. 

For a brief minute, you were frozen, breathing in each other’s air, staring at each other, taking in the moment. Then, he’s rocking into you and you’re meeting his thrusts, but it's slow, it's choppy in a heavenly way that you didn’t realize could exist between the two of you. 

“This feel good, yeah?” he asked, and you replied with a whimper of an affirmation. “Tell me this dick makes you feel good.”

“It does,” you managed to say, “You make me feel…”

He moved his hips in a way that made you see stars, leaving the last of your sentence unfinished. You scraped your nails through his hair, hearing something like a growl at the back of his throat. The sound spurred you on, rocking your hips with more determination.

“That’s it, baby, that’s a good girl,” he panted, reaching to connect your lips once more. 

You wanted to swallow him whole, wanted this moment to never end. His words were hot, but also flooded you with a different kind of warmth. You wondered if he even knew what he was saying. 

He tore his lips away after a moment and while you tried to gasp for breath, his next words made you nearly come on the spot.

“My good girl,” he whispered across your ear, before gripping your hips and focusing on where the two of you were connected.

The possessiveness in his voice tracked fire through your veins. 

You were close. You had to be. Despite how much you wanted to make this last forever, the heightened emotions were making things too much. You were feeling everything so intensely. 

He knew you were close, as he said, “Hey, look at me.”

You caught his eyes, watching each other’s faces as you finally came. Your jaw hung open, gripping his shoulders. You clenched around him as you rode out your high, and he came soon after. 

You sat there for a few moments, listening to your breathing and heartbeats mixing together. 

His hands drifted across your back in lazy motions as you nuzzled your cheek into the crook between his shoulder and neck. Jamie’s heartbeat was in his throat, his pulse racing. You could barely process everything you were feeling. What must he be feeling?

You had definitely calmed down after your spiral earlier this evening. Being with Jamie seemed to make everything else melt away. 

He readjusted you on his lap and pulled up his underwear. He grabbed his shirt from earlier and slipped it over your head. He cleared his throat, but didn’t fully pull away from you.

“I know you usually leave but,” he picked you up as he stood from the couch, “Not lettin’ you go home and spiral more. You’re staying tonight. Come on.”

He led you upstairs to his room, grabbing some new clothes from the dresser before guiding you into the bathroom. 

You didn’t do anything as you watched him turn on the shower and wait until the temperature was hot. It had been a while since you’d been in a shower with someone else, but you had a feeling this wasn’t going to be like those times. 

As soon as the shower was a good temperature, he stepped in, beckoning you to join him. He was offering without forcing you. You fought the smile creeping onto your face at his gentle expression. 

He guided you under the stream of water, combing his hands through your hair and lathering it with shampoo. The entire bathroom filled with the familiar smell of his hair products, and you felt a sense of satisfaction at knowing your own hair would smell like his soon. 

You took turns washing each other, nearly silent the entire time. It was an intimate act, and you found yourself clinging to Jamie maybe even more than earlier. 

You could feel the trails of tears across your cheeks from earlier wash away, but you could now barely remember why you’d been crying. Over some boy at work? You were all wrapped up in Jamie in the present moment. 

But this is what you’d been afraid of all along. This thing with Jamie was no longer just sex to you. And you’d known from the beginning, that if you let yourself fall for Jamie, it was over. He would ruin everyone else for you. 

What, with his silly outfits, and funny yet frustrating conversations, and the way he seemed to know your body even better than you did. 

You doubted this was anything else for him, you didn’t fit the profile of people he dated, you told yourself not to get your hopes up. You had shoved those feelings in a drawer at the back of your mind and hoped if you told yourself it was just sex, you wouldn’t fall for him.

But somewhere between the arguments and the sex, you held real conversations with him, confided in him, looked forward to seeing him each day.

Maybe it was already too late. The thought had your eyes welling up with more tears, but luckily you were facing the shower wall, as he rinsed the conditioner out of your hair. 

By the time the both of you were done, the tears had subsided, and you turned around to give him a watery smile. 

When you stepped out of the shower, Jamie wrapped you in a fluffy towel and your heart squeezed at the domesticity of it all. 

“Better?” he asked.

You nodded. You were feeling a lot better. Even if you were finally acknowledging the romantic feelings wedged deep inside of you. Even if those romantic feelings ended up being your downfall.

He grabbed the clothes he’d brought into the bathroom and divided them between you both. Two pairs of sweat shorts and two t-shirts. You knew you were going to drown in the fabric before you even put them on. You were proven right as he slid the shorts up your legs and tied off the drawstring to keep them up. You both chuckled at the sight.

After brushing your teeth, stealing some of Jamie’s skincare, and drying your hair, you didn’t have any objections as you both got into bed. He pulled you halfway across the mattress, to wrap his arms around you in the middle of the bed. 

“I’ve got training with Roy at four a.m., but I’ll be back before you wake up. Usually get back for breakfast around seven.” Jamie mumbled as he turned off the bedside lamp and wrapped his arms around you.

“Four in the morning?” you asked, “What are you going to do, bury a body?”

He chuckled, “Wouldn’t put it past Grandad, but no, we usually just go for a run.”

You shook your head at the absurdity. Even though you worked at the football facility, it was easy to forget that Jamie was a professional athlete when it was just the two of you, tucked away beneath his sheets.

As you felt yourself getting sleepy, you traced the tattoos across Jamie’s forearm in the faint light, feeling his breathing deepen as he drifted off to sleep. The lull of his exhales across your earlobe soon brought sleep to you as well.

[blackstarchanx3new]

FSR rambles 19 traumatic things Link experianced

Pet him like a cat shadow.

At least Link's normal enough to get up now.

Awkward...

Shadow's like "Damn this is weird"

Link's selectively mute still but I'd struggle to talk with four dipshits screaming like cracked out squirrels in my head too so ya know, I don't even blame him for being shitty at communication with Shadow rn.

He's got his priorities in order: FOOD.

Okay but you know Link is mad his plan failed literally the day after he employed it.

I'd be pissed anyway XDDDD

The four of em fell asleep, wake back up and they're right back to square one, ground zero the shit storm he tried to escape from.

That's horrifying in a way I can't quite articulate. "Hopelessness" is the only word coming to mind. Like, everything he did, it didn't matter. It was all for nothing they're BACK to how they were.

His hopes that pulling the sword would fix it: Crushed.

The literal only difference is that Shadow's here.

Which, is BETTER but damn if the disappointment from Link isn't palpable. You can only imagine what's going through his head rn after all this shit, he's just defaulting to a LITTLE BIT of normalcy in making breakfast.

Shadow's back to defaulting to doing: well nothing.

He isn't helping Link and is just WATCHING. Smth literally just yesterday was ALL HE COULD DO.

They're both just defaulting to what they're used to because this shit is too weird.

Is nice of Link to make enough for Shadow though. XD

Haha okay I can get into this:

Literally Shadow and Link simultaneously know each other and don't.

In cannon: Shadow said ONE SENTANCE TO THIS MAN. A SINGLE THING. AND IT WAS MOCKING HIM LMFAO.

Yes Shadow had interaction with the colors but Link and Shadow: Nothing.

So of course he feels awkward around him.

They spent forever together and yet still feel so far away.

It's a tough situation.

Link pulling out the "you sure are quiet" is imo, him trying to be funny.

he continues with "thought you'd be more comfortable with me...at least considering how many times we've kissed"

Obviously this is in reference to Vio lmfao (...Also green but uh we'll get into that later). With Link's eyes matching Vio's.

Link is completely fucking with him and it's funny to me at least. Like he's so deadpan but he's being such a goof rn.

Though it is interesting to note how Link directly says Vio is him without any separation here. Since Vio also thought he was Link last night.

WHY WOULDN'T HE REMEMBER SMOOCHING YA SHADOW???

Shadow clearly not knowing HOW Link works is kinda hilarious but also, nobody knows how this works.

Link casually referencing what Vio said in the fire temple, it's much more obvious now he's goofing with Shadow rn.

Shadow realizing the obvious, that Link IS the same person he's been hanging around just mashed together is a small but good reminder. Like link isn't a stranger fully. He's still the four of them.

Shadow just asking "Is this for me" would seem weird but uhh remember:

He didn't have a BED. He's been a SHADOW for YEARS. Like. Shadow being neglected isn't new. So it's a sad notion but he is shocked he'd be given food.

Link kinda having a "Wtf u mean? duh it's for you." moment.

Also the bomb drop that Link knows about Dark Link...Oops.

Exactly what relationship/how he KNOWS about Dark is kinda, left open since he doesn't elaborate what so ever...

It can be assumed he just knows what everyone else does. Buuut. There's always that "but"

"Link what are you blabbing for they can hear you" - Shadow continuing to not understand how Link works. XD

I don't think it was mentioned anywhere before this but haha Blue was also in on the splitting Link plan. Vio and Red are the only ones left out of some of the loop it seems...But they were mainly worried about Vio catching on.

Link accuratly noting this nightmare isn't anything like the first time. Sorry buddy it's cause you're in an unrated comic by a weirdo fan vs any official Zelda comic. XDDD Which wouldn't allow 90% of what's in this comic I'm sure haha.

Also reasonable train of thought thought Shadow buddy about reverting back into a shadow. What a terrifying thought.

Aw Link's being sweet and- TRIFORCE

Yeah Shadow's sweating bullets considering uh the little fact Ganon said "Here catch, you're evil triforce of power man now"

Takes Link a second to remember back on that convo Shadow and Vio had about the triforce in the flashbacks. PG 179-182 ish if you're curious on brushing up on that.

Oh hi Vio.

I don't think a lot of people caught that this was Vio's design from FS. Which is why Shadow was SO DISTURBED to see him like that. Link's very all over the place mentally and it's showing with his appearance. He's unstable as all hell right now.

Blue chiming in with "Wait a damn minute" remembering Zelda ALSO has the Triforce on her hand.

Vio and Red are being obtuse/ignorant while Blue and Green know smth's up and are getting pissy about it.

Which just makes Link: All over the damn spectrum of emotion about this right now haha.

I'd get tonal whiplash too Shadow.

Link going down the list of things he thought Shadow would want haha.

and Shadow's gay lil confession that all he really wants is Link is sweet.

I mean what else does he have to strive for? He gave up on a lot of his old dreams as pointless after becoming apart of the endless cycle of hatred.

It's noteworthy that Link's outfit glitches to black again.

The line "Which you" was a very fun one to come up with. Because it just, hits ya.

Link isn't one entity. He's multiple. And he literally can't tell who Shadow's talking to in that moment. Because the underlying assumption (To Link and this will become obvious) is that Shadow really only cares about Vio.

All of last night is probably a complete blur/emotional whiplash around Shadow For Link.

Shadow threw a sword at Blue and was VERY hostile, was ALL OVER THE PLACE emotionally with Green mostly being bitter as hell, didn't really acknowledge red and Vio had a complete meltdown over his guilt surrounding Shadow and their friendship and relationship as a whole was all over the place.

Cram that all back together and what is Link supposed to take away from all that. Overall dude had a net negative experience with Shadow and now he's telling him he wants him?

I'd be confused as hell too.

Hi Zelda.

Safe to say that was inevitable given how badly Link was bugging out this entire time.

He couldn't handle seeing Zelda haha.

I don't think people caught Vio is just in his "headspace" outfit. Except it isn't pastel color palette.

Panic attack, featuring Blue. He was the most vocally insistent they draw the sword, was activly trying to force his way out of Link's mish mash body during that whole ordeal. The main take away is that: He HATES being In Link and that was just about the worst nightmare come to life for him.

He doesn't even want Red to touch him, which considering the way it's all but stated Link's magical body is just their bodies pressed together into one form makes the angle that they're all LITERALLY touching each other that much more...ehhh disturbing.

It's okay guys he just needs a minute alone-

Hah. Everyone's leaving you Vio. Doesn't press on the ol anxieties or anything.

Doesn't make it easy for a certain someone to come visit you.

Vio's insecurities focusing around being ALONE and himself are smth that's been fun.

He mainly wants to be Link out of pure selfishness and self hatred. Link is an escape from his own accountability, a way for him to keep himself in check. While Blue finds it to be an outright prison.

Everything Dark is saying about here Vio could also be applied to himself and even Dark says that. He looks miserable while saying it too since Vio's problems are starting to hit a lot closer to home.

At least we got Shadow to yank Vio out of his funk. But Dark has no one to do that for him.

Shadow petting Vio's face here while in a headlock is just, funny to me. Shadow can't affection properly at all lmfao.

But hey he knows when our lil buddy is active. Oops.

Oh the fun they have together alright. 😏

It'll be a real wet and fun time-

What the hell Dark is talking about is left pretty open for now.

But he is getting sick of just sad reactions to what he says.

He's nervous when faced with women. Same bro.

Green and Shadow begging for help on wtf to do with their new squid monster is pretty hilarious to me.

Vio's being perceptive.

"IT IS!?" yeah red. And if you were an interesting character I'd write you doing things. :D

HAH. TRAUMA. DARK LINK RELATED TRAUMA.

Surely that won't bite us in the ass later or anything...

Vio's outfit is very covered up because he's emotionally closed off yada yads I've mentioned this before.

This hasn't been brought up in the comic but Green is afraid of tentacles lmfao so his fear at Dark rn is warranted.

Shadow blatantly not caring what Dark is doing rn because he's busy

Zelda notices right away that Dark defied vaati which must have been weird for her in real time hah.

Shadow's instant response to what to do with Dark is "Murder"

Nice to see you've grown so much shadow lmfao.

Notice how Link being around isn't even the thinly vailed excuse dude just doesn't like Dark Link lmfao. Most of what he said to Dark last night imo was pure projection and again: Not because he cared about Dark. But now he feels like they have an easy to to get rid of him via Zelda. Doesn't have to confront weird feelings if the guy is gone ooomf.

Zelda isn't outright apposed to getting rid of Dark Link but is like "Uhh...But what about link tho-"

Shadow noticed his hair change.

I'm sure he noticed earlier, it's right in his eye sight but background detail of him actually looking at it like "Wtf?"

Also fun pressure to put on Green when he's strung out to shit rn.

HI DARK LINK! :D

Uhhhhhh. Okay then.

So Green's got murder trauma.

He's also just sick of the responsibilities piling on him like a crushing weight.

There's smth to be said about how Dark isn't a murderer so, doesn't have blood around his feet haha visual metaphores haha.

So clarity: Link as a whole person murdered the people who killed his father. And Vio and Green were the ones who had main control in that moment.

Hope that clears some stuff up.

Dark finds this shit hilarious because he's sadistic but Green snaps out of the panic to realize THIS GUY IS DARK LINK.

The moment Green switches from his helpless attire into his current fit was very fun emotionally cause this was the first time someone had ANY amount of control when facing Dark Link. (Excluding Shadow I suppose, in terms of the colors anyway)

Green being a badass is just smth I enjoy and the "Oh shit moment" was very fun to watch people react to haha.

Dark was so excited when seeing Green acknowledge him.

It really goes to show all of his "Nyeh you're such a shitty person" talk is literally not even his own opinion when it comes to the four colors. He's literally just repeating their insecurities and nothing else. Those words have NO BITE to them because Dark doesn't even believe it.

He's so excited to see Green because Green's the ONLY PERSON Who's truly acknowledged him in the head space.

Dark being so overwhelmed with joy he vomits.

Dark really doesn't have a lot of emotional regulation emotionally or physically. Like. The idea here is he's just, so excited he literally physically cannot handle that shit haha. I made a shitpost about it once but it's kinda just, accurate. XD

Green's like "Wtf is wrong with you"

because this isn't ANYTHING he thought he'd be dealing with considering how Shadow was acting/talking about him lmfao.

He was expecting Shadow 2.0 and got...This guy.

Guy who apologizes when acting goofy as shit

Guy who is excited to see him overjoyed even...After utterly destroying him not 2 seconds ago.

Just. A silly. Goofy guy.

It is fun to have Dark switch IMEDIATELY to depressed as hell thinking about how he's been so alone.

I would really describe Dark's excitement here as pure mania. because at the root Dark is a depressed individual.

Dark gives no shits when faced with death.

No begging or pleading for his life just "idk do what you want to I don't care"

Which, Dark Link's lack of care for his own personal safety has been shown off before and will only be a continued trend.

At the end of the day it shows a clear lack of self respect or care for himself.

Dark doesn't value himself.

Green's mercy here is rooted in his own selfishness.

He doesn't WANT to kill Dark Link because he doesn't want to hurt people. Which him and Vio did.

Green is ALSO very exhausted. And what you get is two individuals who would typically be at each other's throats, who aren't interested in fighting each other because they're just so worn out. The drive just isn't there.

Which leads them to being able to actually talk to each other in a meaningful way. And I just find that interesting.

Under different circumstances, these two very well could have fought here. XD

[saintmeghanmarkle]

JAN MOIR: As Prince's chief of staff departs after briefest of tenures... So why is it that few aides in Harry and Meghan's court have lasted longer than the gestation period of an elephant? by u/Von_und_zu_

JAN MOIR: As Prince's chief of staff departs after briefest of tenures... So why is it that few aides in Harry and Meghan's court have lasted longer than the gestation period of an elephant? Yet the Sussexes' troubled history as bosses tells its own story of difficulty and departure, with 18 staff leaving over a six-year period.Perhaps that's not too many if you are an international conglomerate, but it's a huge number if you are simply a couple of – how can I put this? – philanthropically-minded opportunists whose commercial interests to date include producing 50 jars of strawberry jam, writing a whiny book, complaining about their lot on Netflix documentaries and accepting awards for being Best Prince Who Ever Lived, Number One Diana Son and International Duchess of Dior (Sample Size Please), not to mention being given the infamous Global Ribbon of Nonsense.Whatever their role, few aides in Harry and Meghan's court have lasted longer than the gestation period of an elephant, but the truth is that most are out before a crested porcupine can pup, which is 90 days, if you are interested.So what happened this time? We have been told that Joshua Kettler left by mutual consent. It was a trial period, sources told People magazine (a regular outlet for friends of the couple). And in the end, he simply wasn't 'a good fit'.It was a different story back in May when Kettler was initially hired by the Sussexes as a Chief of Staff, which is rather a grand title to confer upon someone by a couple who are basically unemployed.**For every time another staff member leaves the employ of the Sussexes, a cloud of secrecy descends.'They will all have NDAs up the wazoo,' as one American business expert told me, meaning that staff will have been asked to sign Non-Disclosure Agreements as a condition of their employment.The Sussexes are great believers in liberty, freedom of speech and the eradication of misinformation, until it comes to those who work for them. Their ex-employees are pledged to secrecy until death – or else they can expect a knock on the door from Jenny Afia.**'Prince Harry has a bit of a history of cosplaying as an expert on internet speech, without the actual expertise to back it up,' Masnick said.'The Parents Network website provides precious few details – and seems to suggest the effort is really focused on just demonising social media.'Meanwhile down in American Riviera Orchard, nothing much has happened since the Duchess of Success soft-launched her lifestyle brand in March this year.There was some jam, a jar of homemade dog biscuits and then – nothing. A void that cannot be avoided, a great big lake of flake which has squandered any PR initiative gained by the launch.Recently Meghan has been crazy busy filming the cooking and gardening show that will supposedly complement the hard launch of ARO in 2025, and the last we saw of Harry he was in Colombia posing for selfies in his crumpled linens and trying not to look miserable. Some public figures have a talent for kinship and generating affection wherever they go and some – what can I say? – do not.Amid their ongoing staffing problems, Harry and Meghan are in perpetual danger of appearing like self-appointed experts on everything, a couple who are only out for themselves rather than their pet causes.They are better than that [No. No they are not.] , but their lack of loyal and long-serving aides to guide them, wise heads to advise them and staff to support them in their endeavours and difficulties only gets more obvious by the day. [Give the devils their due, Jan. It is THEIR fault, not anyone else's fault.]https://ift.tt/ei6bdph post link: https://ift.tt/206E5rM author: Von_und_zu_ submitted: August 17, 2024 at 05:42AM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit disclaimer: all views + opinions expressed by the author of this post, as well as any comments and reblogs, are solely the author's own; they do not necessarily reflect the views of the administrator of this Tumblr blog. For entertainment only.

[beatcroc]

Do u think u could elaborate a lil about btb and pizza tower lore?? Thank u

oh god i'm not the most well-read on either BUT uh. spoilers for both medias i guess.....i need to stress that these should NOT be seen as like dramatic edgy series because of what's going on under the hood though, that's not the point of them or what they focus on, and it'd be a huge disservice to think of them as 'taking themselves too seriously' type things for this, haha.

EDIT: it's been a bit since i made this post and in looking around since then i've discovered i might've gotten the wrong impression about some of the pizza tower stuff. i intended to only mention what was fact/hard canon here, but some might be extrapolated anyway, so take it with a pinch of salt.

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bigtop burger is, for all intents and purposes, a chill and lighthearted series of animated shorts about a bunch of college kids who work at a clown-themed food truck. their clown boss is more than a little strange and suspicious but they're content to let it slide because he's generally friendly and well-meaning; and again, the series is only really About the kids and their day to day lives, and the wacky cartoon antics that may occasionally come with that. such as, say, watching their boss slice a truck in two with a katana. it's a little weird for sure but we don't question it.

they have a rival burger truck, zomburger, which is zombie themed, and led by a guy who is defintiely totally not actually undead. the kids this guy employs are pretty into the whole gimmick [because theyre theater majors and "get paid like thousands of dollars per hour" <-presented as the most bizzare thing that's happened], and so have no issue doing things like firing cannons at our clown-thmed protags during a highway chase. their boss has some kind of serious beef with the clown boss, but that's their problem. the kids are chill with eachother.

what they're Not telling you is that the clowns and undead have some kind of ancient feud [possibly even a war???] going on, and zombie guy was apparently[?] only using the food truck thing as a ruse to get at clown guy. both types of guys are insanely powerful and it's heavily implied that neither of them should be mingling with normal humans in the first place, which is why the food trucks and the other employees have their respective gimmicks as cover. also magic of some kind seems to be real, with illusory and portal-type stuff seen so far.

there is a possible implication that clowns are Actually Dangerous and the zombie guy's hunting them is like warranted, but given this unrelated short by the creator apparently set in the same universe, i'd like to more confidently say that it's just zombie guy being an asshole assassin type and they're both high-ranking freaks duking it out in public which is like the worst place possible given their general disinterest in hurting anyone else.

aside: bigtop's lore is a lot more plainly-presented and actually meaningful to the series and the character dynamics, but as it is currently it's nothing more than a backdrop for The Hijinx to play off of so they still never really say anything too direct about it or have characters respond to it. [that said, the most recent episode could easily be considered a turning point so we'll see how things go from here]

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pizza tower is, for all intents and purposes, just a funny 2d platformer game where lots of silly things happen to its really excitable protagonist and you get tons of endlessly amusing expressions and animation out of it. it feels somewhat like a playable 90's cartoon, and this is its primary charm. again, you aren't supposed to really question the framing of everything. that'd be like asking why bowser is a fire-breathing turtle. because he is. that's just how it works who gives a shit. pizza tower has you kill a big pillar guy halfway through a given level and then you have to get the hell out on a timer before it all collapses, and there's a funny little janitor guy you can get as a bonus pickup to help you out in each level. each floor of the tower has a different Theme for its set of levels. traditional game stuff. you get to the top of the pizza tower and beat up the jackass pizza guy that threatened to blow up your own pizzeria. [there's more to the gameplay than that but this is just what's lore-relevant]

what the game slides under the radar with its completely-dialogue-less style is that the big pillar guy more or less IS the tower, pillar and janitor were the original residents of the tower before it got turned into the pizza tower [yeah.], and the little janitor guy, who is pillar's brother, is generally fine with helping you destroy the place because for the past [amount of time] he's been fighting a losing battle of helping keep his bro intact in the wake of it being taken over by the jackass pizza guy, who has pretty much defiled it beyond repair for his own amusement since finding it. pizza guy cloned pillar guy a bunch of times and split his consciousness between the duplicates and made them all keep all the portals to the pocket dimensions in the tower [the levels] open. pillar guy's original body has since become derelict and horribly overgrown with.,....pizza..., and it's the last one you destroy to bring the whole thing down. he gives you a tired-looking thumbs up as you blast him off the screen.

none of this has anything to do with the protagonist, who doesn't know about any of it and is Exclusively there to beat pizza guy's ass for threatening his business. and if he has to bring down pizza guy's whole tacky-ass establishment to do that then SO BE IT.

you might notice in the larger background screenshot that the protag guy is Also being cloned in that facility. you do fight a clone of him as the 4th boss and encounter more of them in the level that background is for, but there seems to be very little concrete canon for what exactly pizza guy's intention with protag and his clones was.

aside: this isn't even touching on the other side to this, which is the weird amount of actual character depth that mr. funny cartoon protag man himself seems to have. i am not going to get into that on this post because it will make me really abnormal but oh my god dude.

[celeatiallenses]

---S U N S E T, P A R T 7, R U I N---

Black.

Black was all I could see.

I felt around for a solid surface but felt nothing. I was not even standing on ground. Wait, I could see something, I saw a red tear drop fall in front me. I looked a little harder and saw the rough outline of Pandora huddled motionless in the void. I tried to call her name but my voice seemed to drift off into the void without reaching anyone's ear. Near Pandora I could see the vague outlines of Starh, who's yellow eyes stared absently at the ground. Beneath Starh sat the ruined form of Helios half of his face metallic face missing. I whipped around in panic as I felt an Icy hand grip my arm. I could see Mune crawling from the shadows a scared look on his face. We, the strongest beings in the universe were gathered in one ruined huddle in an infinite void. Suddenly a loud voice cackled Maniacally from somewhere in the darkness. The mystery voice spoke as of a thousand creatures, with a sarcastic venom dripping in his voice.

???:"Ohohohoho! Look at you all! Where is your dignity? Where is your pride?"

The voices cleared its throat

???:"Starh. Starh, oh Starh. You were always a coward, to afraid to use your talents! You employed the work of others to keep you isolated from the world, pity you trusted my pawns to protect you."

Suddenly Starh was grabbed was from behind and dragged into the infinite murk. I stared in horror, as the mystery voices cackled madly.

???:"Oh little miss Pandora, how naive you were when you first encountered me! You believed that you were above everybody else, when I modified you. You pride was most disgraceful really. We left you to die, your own boon becoming a curse. Now, you will die a fool for life!"

Pandora sat there sobbing, as she dragged into the shadows. The sounds of her distress rang in my ears, shaking me to the core.

???:"Sohn and Mune! A fitting duo indeed! How much of a nuisance l you have been since the beginning. We made you ya known, it was only by the celestials intervention that made you two strong and fight for justice. Yet your flawed human nature showed through in the end. Fortunately, you got rid of the last of the celestials, making taking over earth a pieces of cake! Sohn, you gave into your own high and mighty nature, looking down on the weak. Mune, you are an idiot for putting your trust in him. You were like a puppy wanting his master's attention, yet doing nothing good to earn it. Today, I condemn both of you, Sohn and Mune, villains of the highest heresy!"

Sohn's limp form started to get dragged off into the shadows, but was stoped by Mune who grabbed onto Sohn's cloak. "NO NO NO!!!" Mune cried as he feebly pulled to drag his friend back. But to no avail, Sohn and Mune, the once mighty were dragged into the shadows.

???:"Thirteen, Icarus."

A form floated towards me, a ethereal smog, with the head of snake coming down its center.

Greed:"Remember me?"

Thirteen:"Sins... You were there all along?"

Greed:"We live in the hearts of everyone! It just takes a few special people to bring us to life! Luckily we have someone to bring us in to life!"

Thirteen:"I ain't making any of you guys real."

Greed:"Well too bad! You are going to do so anyway!"

Suddenly, I felt thousands of eyes watching me, their stare penetrating my soul, rewriting my mind and forcing me to start using my powers. As my hands started to move I took once last breath "I am a monster" I said as I lost all control of my body.

[amarriageoftrueminds]

Excellent points 👆 that have become demonstrably true since Ant Man and What If.

Because in there we've got:

"She could have left in protest" In Ant Man, we're shown that in the 1980s Hank Pym found out Mitchell Carson is rotten (head of Defense at SHIELD, hired by Peggy and Howard). In response, Hank Pym confronts Carson, punches him in the face, and resigns in protest. Both Howard and Peggy are present for all of this and are aware that Carson is rotten (viz. zero signs of surprise when Pym outs him). If Hank can resign on principle, so can Peggy... But surprise surprise, she does not do this. She does not resign in protest when it's discovered that an employee of hers is bad. AND, she doesn't fire the guy when it's publicly pointed out to her, in front of a witness.

This is consistent with What If...? where: a) It's revealed both Peggy and Howard did know about Bucky but didn't do anything (the show even tries to frame them doing nothing as noble, directly contrary to the main Cap movies where inaction is the definition of unheroic.) b) In a universe where Hank Pym, Howard Stark, and Bucky Barnes founded SHIELD (in other words: where she's the only person missing, replaced with two men of principle), SHIELD had no Nazis in it. c) In the same alt-universe, when Steve and Bucky are in her canon position (being alive after the war) they use that time to hunt down Nazis, which is part of the reason why there are none in that-universe's SHIELD. This is further evidence that she could have done something about Zola. d) We're also shown two other universes in which Peggy hired Zola. e) Even when she is explicitly in charge of everyone else, and acknowledges what Zola is, in the episode... she still employs Zola (who tries to do an Insight again and this time it's Sorcerers who have to swoop in to fix her fuck up). f) Not only that, but the circumstances under which she hires Zola (for the third time!) are the exact circumstances under which she admitted, herself, that she would hire a Nazi. Which she described to SS Officer Werner Reinhardt in her Agents of SHIELD cameo. The circumstances she described came true in What If? and she... did exactly what she said she would do. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ When someone tells you who they are, believe them. Yes, even if they're female and white!

"She could have pretended to accept it, but could have kept a close eye on him in secret and biding her time until she could stop it" This is what Nick Fury did. But she didn't. And the last SHIELD whistleblower before Nick that we know of (apart from Hank Pym) was Daniel Sousa. Who was assassinated for it in the 1950s. While Peggy died of old age in the 2000s.

"She could have arranged an ‘accident’ for Zola." Instead of which she was in charge when Zola was not only not killed but was made functionally immortal even after death (by being turned into an AI and housed directly underneath her office).

So the stan idea that she can't have known anything bad because if she had she would have done something is ... canonically, not true.

We are shown, again and again, that not only would she do nothing to stop it, if she knew, she would actively still participate if she knew.

Also: if Steve can blow off a meeting with a Senator, not testify to the Senate, tell the Secretary of Defense to go fuck himself, tear down an entire intelligence agency for being corrupt, etc etc. then she can (at the very least!) resign.

Steve wouldn't have let a little thing like the President backing Operation Paperclip get in the way of doing the right thing. Steve isn't so hungry for power that he wouldn't sacrifice it.

There's no excuse for her.

And as for why can't people see? Well, on top of implicit White Feminism, it's all a matter of framing, isn't it?

People will believe you have shown them what you act like you've shown them; what you tell them you've shown them.

So if you want to show Peggy, for example, doing the exact same thing as Red Skull...

(Throwing an unhinged temper tantrum, lashing out at one of their own people who unwittingly tips them over the edge, and shooting at them while quipping about it).

First of all, you surround her with 'other' good people when she's doing the bad thing.... and have them fail to react to what she's done; as if it's not a big deal.

Contrast this with Red Skull lashing out, where Zola is in the background wincing and shrinking away -- clearly aware of what Red Skull is about to do, and that it's awful.

(Chris Evans acts against the script, in this scene, because he looks scared, unnerved and hurt by her attack. Sadly, he can't act against the next part of the script, which has him holding her photo as if he, somehow, still cares about her despite this.)

Then you have the music -- in Red Skull's case it's ominous, In Peggy's case it's sprightly.

Also, Red Skull lashing out is preceded by other examples (all of these meant to demonstrate just how terrible and ruthless he is). Whereas Peggy's lashing out physically is a one-off; something people can claim as an anomaly (even though her other accumulated appearances confirm that this is a habit of hers. Multiple times in AG she snatches up nearby objects to enact violence on other people with them; and in What if she throws a temper tantrum and quite literally throws her weight around.)

People can't see that Peggy is rotten and useless because the films treat her as if she isn't... no matter what she does, or fails to do. People will even acknowledge that what is shown is not what is told, and still insist that she 'is' whatever the movie says she is. Even though other characters don't get to be treated this way.

(Steve, for example, doesn't get to be framed as a noble, competent person without him actually, y'know, doing things that are noble and competent. Whereas Peggy gets the framing Steve has to earn.)

also with peggy ngl it's incredibly worrying how quick people are to explain away a white British woman's moral failings and just flat out horrible choices just because? what, she's a white British woman and you don't believe she could be just as horrible as a white British man? like it seems not that deep but the perceived innocence around white women goes incredibly far and wide and that's 100% what happened with peggy imo

yeahhh i mean not surprising mcu fans dismiss a lot of horrible things from white male characters too (i mean i’m probably somewhat guilty of that steve is my fave and all and i’m v defensive of him so like i get it)

i do think it’s also the fact that it’s just kind of glossed over in the mcu, like we know that shield recruited zola but it never delves into the fact that peggy would’ve been responsible as the director at that time, so like if fans aren’t being explicitly told she was wrong, they’re not gonna see it, i certainly didn’t until recently

[like-rain-or-confetti]

hi!! i love the henchman/villain trope so so much so i wanted to ask if u had any ideas for two-face and black mask with a henchman s/o? how/when did they know that it was love, etc? thank u sm, i love ur work! <3

SAME!!! VILLAIN AND HENCHMAN TROPE IS BEAUTIFUL 😍 Thank you so much for the kind words! ❤️

Two-Face: Harvey is often haunted by the images of his past. What his life was supposed to be. A district attorney who did right by the law, helping those in need get justice. Give a voice to the voiceless. After he was attacked, he knew his life was cracking at the seams. He wasn't the same man he was before and the was sharing his body with another. The other claimed to have been there since Harvey was young but Harvey tried to reject that. He wanted to live in the fantasy that his father was a good person but the other held secrets. Dark twisted things that Harvey couldn't remember but Harv' could. He remembered it all and the attack only brought him to the surface. Then Gilda left and his life shattered into pieces. The life he once had and desires was gone. His faith in justice- gone. His belief that the world really cared about saving the good and incarcerating the evil. The truth was darker, evil was in every shadow and Gotham was full of them. He became cynical. Nothing really mattered. Things happened or they didn't. It was as simple as...the flip of a coin. That certainly didn't change when you started working for him. At first, you were no different from everyone else. When he got to know you, he thought you to be a nice person. You valued him. You didn't just give him respect. You seemed to want his input. Not to mention you were honest. If you were afraid of him, you didn't show it. Somehow the dynamic opened him up more than he'd find comfortable. Turns out his guard didn't stand well to individuals who didn't cower from his looks and actually treated him like a human. After sometime of this, he speculated his feelings. He knew what it was like, he'd felt it before but how did he know it was love? He knew he loved you the moment he thought of what it would be like to have a normal life. The same picture of marriage, work, even children but this time it was you he exchanged rings with, it was you he had children with. It was you waiting for him to come home at nights. Steadily, you'd remind him of home.

Black Mask: The major indication was how he didn't treat you like the others he employed. He was nicer. That didn't mean he was nice in any way but he didn't seem ready to attack you like he did the others. When Roman fell in love, he didn't exactly know what to do or what it even was. His parents weren't very loving and dffectionate to each other, their marriage more of a business transaction than anything else. Not to mention they weren't very loving with their only child either. So love and affection was something of a stranger to Roman. So much so he didn't think it even existed. Sure he knew about lust and considered that to be very real so he assumed that's what love was- lust that was diluted and infantile. A silly game people played to make themselves feel better. So the closest he got to was acknowledging that he wanted to sleep with you. Yet he couldn't approach you like he could everyone else. No commitments, no attachments. Blunt and to the point. Yet he always held back, he'd make the flirtatious comment and certainly wasn't discreet when he checked you out but unlike the others, he never crossed that line. It felt wrong, like he was waiting for a sign that you'd want his attention. Somehow you mattered. So how did he know it was love? Technically he didn't but he nearly lost his damn mind when a particular job went wrong and there was mentions of a bomb going off. He had sent you there with a few others. Roman was freaking out for no one other than you. He demanded to know if you were hurt and every little detail. After that you his. No one was to even look at you the wrong way. Yet he couldn't explain it. Not for one second could he explain why he felt that way. He just did. You made everything better. You could calm him down, you stopped him spiralling. He could depend on you with everything. You were special to him and he didn't know why. He just has to protect you. Forever.

[sparxwrites]

for the headcanon thing, would love to hear your takes on martyn and/or ren (3rd or last life, whichever u prefer)

Third life! Since I haven’t watched Martyn’s last life pov yet. It’s on my to-do list...

Ren:

Headcanon A:  realistic

Werewoof Ren real! But it's a subtle kind of woofing - it's less that he turns into a whole-ass wolf on the full moon, and more that his wolf-y traits wax and wane with the phases of the moon. Longer claws and sharper teeth and pointier ears at the full moon, a little less body hair and less unsettling eyes and slightly less hunger for raw steak at the new moon.

Headcanon B: while it may not be realistic it is hilarious

Between the general ambivalence about eating raw meat, and the fact that carrots are easy to eat raw, Ren kept forgetting that Martyn needed his food cooked. There were several awkward silences when Ren handed Martyn raw meat and was like "enjoy!" and Martyn was just. stood there holding it. Getting blood all over his hands.

Headcanon C: heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends

The reason Ren let Martyn keep Red Winter Is Coming was because it frightened him. He'd meant to take it back, brandish it as a symbol of his power - but when he saw it, after respawning, there was a kickback of nausea-panic-fear that even being red couldn't dampen. He couldn't bring himself to so much as take it, let alone wield it. He left it with Martyn.

Headcanon D: unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own.

Ren darns his own socks - kind of an essential skill to acquire when you sometimes have claws on your feet. One of the first things he does when he employs Martyn, and realises Martyn does not darn his own socks, is fix them for him.

Martyn:

Headcanon A:  realistic

He liked being part of Dogwarts because it gave him a sense of purpose. He liked feeling part of something. Liked not having to make quite as many decisions as he might have, otherwise. Liked having friends to help tend to his wounds, share food with, trade gifts with. Liked having a voice or two of common sense when he got carried away with his anger and put himself in danger on the attack. It's part of why he got so reckless, towards the end - no one to hold him back. (But also: nothing left to live for.)

Headcanon B: while it may not be realistic it is hilarious

He's mildly allergic to dogs. There was a lot of sneezing going on in Dogwarts. This was especially funny because, when he first joined, it was a new moon and so Ren didn't look particularly wolfy. It took him a while to work out where the allergies were coming from...

Headcanon C: heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends

Those little voices, that talk to him every time he dies? They leave a ringing in his ears. It gets worse every time he dies, every time he hears them. He figures it's just a losing-a-life thing, just part of sliding towards red; he never mentions it to anyone else, and therefore never finds out he's wrong. By the end, it's almost hard to hear anything over the ringing.

Headcanon D: unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own.

Martyn is very capable of darning his own socks, thank you very much. He just likes it when Ren does it. No biggie. Nothing to read into there, no siree. It's fine. Ren never needs to know, and Martyn feels oddly warmed every time he sees the neat little stitches when he puts his socks on, and it's fine. Shh.

[blxetsi]

Hey u! If you write for Erwin could I maybe request like some fluffy headcanons where they just take care of each other after an expedition? Thank you so much <3

hey you ! ty for requesting this was fun to make 🤩🤚

caring for erwin smith after an expedition headcanons (canonverse)

lowercase intended !

warnings: mentions of death, titans, gore maybe idk ???, female reader kinda ??? idk i didnt use gendered pronouns u decide

enjoy friends 😎🙏,

the ride back was hard.

- everyone always says "it was supposed to be an easy mission !" but this time it really was. which makes it so hard to understand why just so many of your comrades had to die

- you rode back near a wagon filled with bodies, the most abled bodied people were going to be tasked with getting their bodies identified and sorted, then ready to be buried.

- after that, whichever squad leader had those soldiers would have to write to the families, to send a formal apology as well as details of the situation.

- you knew that no matter what, even if there was just one death or a thousand, erwin would have a hefty stack of paperwork to go through

- from writing his own report to looking over others, going through soldier files to order out the deceased ones, and signing any letters that come his way from squad leaders.

- you had your own job to do. although it wasn't identifying bodies, you had to go back to the infirmary with the injured, and work with the doctors and nurses there to try and save the injured.

- your head was filled with names and tallies, who got hit where, how long has this person been passed out, when did we set their dislocated shoulder, they suffered a nasty head laceration, did i ever check their pupils ?

- you and erwin both had a lot on your plates, and you knew you wouldn't be able to see him until hours later, maybe not even until the next day

- and as much as you wanted to go see your fiance, who would be silently beating himself up over this, you couldn't, your responsabilities always came first, just as his did

- so after hours upon hours in the medical hallway, with nurses and doctors flowing from one room from the next, soldiers coming in with gurneys to transport soldiers that had passed, their names already being added to a list of fallen soldiers.

- it was about one in the morning when things finally started to die down. nurses that were tasked with the night shift had been helping greatly, as others were ready to pass out. you'd been employed by the scouts for years, first as a medic, then after almost dying from an abnormal on a mission, retired from the field to become one of the on call doctors at the base, before coming out of your haitus to rejoin your squad. since you had so much experience on and off the field, you could keep going. you were tired, but your body just couldn't stop moving.

- you decides itd be good for a shower, and saw lots of soldiers there with you.

- it was quiet, which wasnt normal but not surprising considering the circumstances. most times in the showers girls would be helping each other braid their hair, or sharing soaps and lotions, chatting about whatever happened that day on base. the boys' showers were usually even more rowdy, youd almost be able to hear them next door.

- you were surprised by just how much blood and dirt came off of you. you didnt feel like you treated or assisted a lot of people today, but maybe thats just because this whole days been a blur. because the showers had been used so frequently you had ice cold water streaming down your body, after soaping down your body, getting into every nook and cranny and line you could, you shut off the water, before wrappy your body in a towel and going to one of the sinks there

- you brushed your hair (which took some time) and brushed your teeth before making your way back to the dorms, where you found some pajamas to change into.

- your roommates were all asleep, two snoring, one not. you knew they were absolutely exhausted, and silently hoped that theyd get to sleep in the next day

- you made your way to the lounge room, finding some stragglers stationed around. two sitting on a couch, one sitting on the ground in front of them, someone at a near by table with a chess board in front of them, and another had come out of the kitchen with some tea.

- you knew walking around was useless, youd just disturb others and could possibly get yourself in trouble. but you couldnt help it. it was just past two in the morning now, and you knew even if you only got an hour of sleep, you were sure to wake up in a cold sweat from a nightmare.

- so where do you go ? erwins.

- getting there was easy, you knew this route like the back of your hand. from coming in tk hand him reports from the medical hallway, to sneaking in after curfew for goodnight kisses, making your way to his office was like second nature to you.

- you didnt bother knocking, and he didnt bother looking up at you. he knew only you would dare to interrupt the commander after curfew without identifying yourself, and although he had asked you to knock you absolutely could not.

- you slowly stepped in, your bare feet padding against the squeaking floorboards. you sat in a chair in front of his desk, and simply watched him while he wrote.

- he wasnt in his uniform now, but in pajamas like yourself, you were glad he found the time to shower and change, his hair drying and frizzing up the tiniest bit.

- it was quiet, the only noises you could hear were the scribbling of his pen against paper, and the soft whistling of his nose as he breathed, time blended together until finally he stopped, and simply looked at you.

"my dear, why don't you sleep ?" he asked.

you gave him a soft smile, not noticing until now just how droopy your eyes had become. "because then i wouldn't be able to stare at you, my love." your voice was nothing but a whisper, and with the way the wind howled erratically outside, like it was mourning the fallen with you and everyone else, erwin wouldve missed it.

"you flatter me too much." he replied, his deep voice breaking off at the end.

you two stared like that for a while, just remembering every detail of the other person. the candle light was getting dimmer as the wax kept melting, but the soft glow it gave made all your beauty stand out to erwin. although it was a depressing moment, he still found time to admire just how perfect you looked. he could've lost you today, and he knows that. he stopped vocalizing things like that long ago, as your answer would always be "well you didnt, and you never will !" he didn't need you jinxing yourself like that.

you observed the bags under his eyes while he observed your own. erwin felt worried that youd be all sore and achy, from running around performing medical miracles on his soldiers from afternoon into night. you however, were worried if his shoulders and back were sore, from sitting in the same position, hunched over for hours on end. you knew how easily his muscles tightened, you didn't want him to be in any discomfort, especially after today.

you were the first to look away, staring at one of the candles on his table, watching a race between two wax droplets, trying to see which one would hit the metal candle holder first.

"-my dear ?"

you turned your head back towards your man, giving him a hum of acknowledgment.

"i asked if you were ready to go to sleep, y/n." he repeated. his thick brows furrowed a bit, showcasing some wrinkles he had on his forehead. his eyes showed visible worry in them for you, and you couldn't help but return them.

"will you sleep with me please ?" you whispered. the day had caught up with you, and now the only thing you wanted was for erwin to be safe in your arms as he finally let go of this awful day.

erwin looked down at his work, weighing the actions of his possible decision. you were so sure he would decline, while sending you off back to your dorm to ensure you didn't bother him. you could feel your eyes fill with tears, erwins being becoming blurry. you couldnt conceal the whimper that left your mouth, clamping your hand against it to muffle anything else. your head turned down into your lap, while you felt hot tears hit your pajama bottoms.

erwin wordlessy got up, before moving to your side. you tried to protest but you couldn't take your hand away from your lips, afraid youd let out a sob.

the blond put one arm under your knees, while the other took your right hand and slung it around his shoulders. he let out a quiet grunt as he picked you up, before nuzzling your head into his neck as he made his way into his bedroom, which was connected to his office.

it was a small room, but there was a big bed that could probably fit quite a few people. he slowly sat you down on the edge, which was his side of the bed. pulling away he got on his knees in front of you, rubbing up and down your arms.

you gripped his shoulders as you gasped for breath. "you- you can't leave me. please erwin i- you have to stay." you sobbed, trying to pull him closer by his shirt.

he shushed you quietly, urging you to lay back as he pulled the covers away, he tucked you in silently, wiping your cheeks and forehead before joining you on the other side.

his pillow smelled like him, and you turned your head to breathe it in better, needing erwin and his comfort.

pulling the covers up around his waist, he leaned into your touch, your arms coming out to wrap around his shoulders. you pulled him into your chest, and you rubbed his back with one hand while the other cradled his head to your beating heart.

he didn't offer you any words of comfort, erwin knew that it wasnt what you needed right now. you didn't need reassurance, or promises that could be broken, you just needed him. and he would fully give himself over to you if he could.

your cries had died down until all you did was sniffle and let out the occasional shaky breath, and erwin found it a bit odd that instead of needing to be nurtured, youd need to nuture to feel better. instead of feeling protected, you needed to feel like you could protect to calm yourself.

slowly but surely you recovered, until all that was left were puffy eyes and soft sighs.

erwin tried to push himself up, to face you, but you pushed him back into your chest, making him chuckle slightly. you continued to rub his back, feeling his shoulder blades and muscle, and around his neck too. you kept your nose in his hair, no doubt getting snot in it but you knew right now erwin didnt care. you breathed in his shampoo while carding your hand through the short strands.

the commander would be lying if he said this didn't help him too. just a bit of alone time with the one he loved, being held the way a parent would cradle their child. he truly felt at peace in these moments with you, he felt warm and safe in your embrace. he wasn't a leader anymore, he wasn't a soldier. right now he was just a man, being held in the arms of the person he absolutely adored. and that was enough for him. because you would always be enough for him.

he whispered out your name, only hearing a soft hum in reply. he glanced up at you to see your head against the pillow, your eyes closed. he smiled before kissing your collarbone.

"i love you, my dear."

thats it !!! i hope you enjoyed !! love u all, requests r open ❤️❤️❤️

[dragon-kazansky]

Til death do us part | Helmut Zemo

Bodyguard AU! 🕶

Gender neutral reader

Collage by @realremyd

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Part 10

The very day the rest of the guards that Steve had contacted arrived. He gathered them for a meeting to brief them on the job. He was worried about the group that had taken you out of action for a while.

You had begun to suspect that Zemo knew exactly who they were and what they wanted, but he hadn't informed you about them at all. Since it wasn't deemed important enough for you to know, you didn't ask.

You had been excused from Zemo's side, reluctantly for him, to join Steve and Bucky outside.

The boys were stood with their hands behind the back watching the new lot get used to the grounds. It was important they knew their way around.

You came up beside Steve.

"Morning."

"Morning, Y/N," he smiles.

"How is it being Zemo's personal bodyguard?" Bucky asks.

You chuckle. "So far so good. No issues to report."

"And in the romance department?" Bucky asks, grinning like a fool.

"Non existent, Buck. Don't be silly," you scold him.

Steve is smiling.

"Not you too, Rogers."

"I'm sorry, Y/N, but I think Bucky is right. I honestly believe the Baron may have feelings for you."

"Why would he? He hated me when we met."

"You saved his life," Bucky reminds you, "that is plenty enough to change a point of view on someone."

You sigh.

"I suppose."

You knew it was probably true just from the way he had been treating you. You felt less like a bodyguard and more like a guest. Even you could tell he was reaching for any excuse to keep you near him.

You would just go back to being the professional you were and decline politely, having excuses of your own to do other things.

He was your boss.

"Nothing is going to happen, so no point in bringing it up any more," you tell them.

"You sound so sure of that," Bucky says.

"Because I am."

Neither one of them mentions it further. The new group finish their tour of the outside grounds, and it's here you decide to go back inside, leaving Steve and Bucky to show them the rest.

Bucky watches you go, feeling bad about teasing you, but also not because he knows it's true.

You pass Natasha on tour way back inside.

"Can I join you?" She asks.

"I don't see why not," you chuckle.

The pair of you walk in perfect sync as you head upstairs. The house is quiet as you walk your usual route.

"Are you not scared they'll come back?" She asks, looking at you from the corner of her eye. Natasha had been worried sick after you were rushed off to hospital. There hadn't been much word about your status until they all got back to the hotel. She was scared it was going to end badly.

Then they heard you were stable and she let out the biggest sigh of relief. It painted them that they couldn't all come and visit you, but Steve assured them you were on the mend.

You sigh softly.

"Honestly, yes."

Natasha didn't miss the way you reached u pro your shoulder for just a moment. Obviously it bothered you everytime that day was mentioned.

"But in here to do a job and I'll do it again if i have to. My life for his."

"It's a reckless job, isn't it?"

You smile softly. "Yes, it is, but it is also the most rewarding. We are duty bound to protect someone and I did just that."

She smiles.

"And I'm sure you'll be rewarded handsomely for it too."

You narrow you eyes at her, lips tugging into a frown.

"What do you mean by that?"

She laughs a little. "The Baron fancies you, perhaps your reward is, well, him."

"You too? Natasha, no! I just told Steve and Bucky off for this. Even if he does like me, I won't peruse it. I'm here to do a job, Natasha. He trusts me with his life."

"Maybe he just wants to keep you close to him."

"You're being ridiculous," you sigh.

The pair of you reach Zemo's office. You stop outside and turn to your dear friend.

"Trust me, nothing is going to happen here."

She looks sceptical, but Natasha doesn't say anything and just nods once. She gestures to the door and leaves silently.

You hold your head up high and knock on the door.

"Come in."

You open the door and enter. The door closes gently behind you, and then you make your way over to the Baron to stand behind him.

You ignore the way he watches you do so. You can feel his eyes on you as you pass him.

Helmut hides his smile as he looks back down at his work. He was glad you were here. He had missed your presence in the room. You had this calming affect for him and he noticed it greatly when you were gone.

He hadn't got very far with his work. For every time you leave him, his mind lingers on you. He wonders what you'll do, where you'll go, if you think of him as he does you.

Whenever he thought about that last part, his heart was skip a beat.

Zemo's thoughts came to a halt when another knock sounded at his door. He gave them permission to enter.

A maid enters. One you've seen around the estate. She is carrying a tray with a tea set on it. The maid approaches the desk and places the tray down. Helmut thanks her quietly and she then excuses herself.

Helmut pours himself a cup.

You admire the little tea set. It's all matching. All made from china. White with flowers painted onto them in an intricate design. Simple, yet classy.

Too busy admiring the teacups, you only just realise he is pouring another cup.

"Sit."

You glance at him quickly. He was obviously talking to you as you were the only other person in the room. Not wanting to argue with him, you take a seat opposite him, all while keeping your wits about you just in case.

Helmut places the other teacup in front of you. You stare at it.

"For you," he chuckles softly.

"Um, thank you, sir."

You accept it. You sip the hot contents of the cup and hum softly. It was very nice. You hide your smile behind your cup, hoping he wasn't looking at you right now.

Problem is, he is always looking at you when you're within his eyeline.

"How did you get into this line of work?" He asks, desperate to get you to open up to him. He wanted to know about you, hear you say more than a few words to him.

"Steve Rogers is a dear friend of mine. He was looking for recruits back when the agency was just starting. I told him I was interested, but I had no training. He assured me that was alright and introduced me to Natasha. She became my mentor. Everything I know, I learned from Nat. Within the first month of my employment, I received my first assignment. I've been a bodyguard ever since."

He smiled. This was progress. You were opening up to him and he was happy.

"Then I should thank Mr. Rogers and Miss. Romanoff," he says, smiling softly.

"Thank them?"

"If not for them, I wouldn't have such a hard working and efficient bodyguard."

"With all due respect, sir, you didn't think that way when we met."

His smile fades. Of course you wouldn't forget about that. First impressions are important and he had ruined it by thinking lesser of you.

You must really hate him for that.

Perhaps he didn't stand a chance with you after all.

"Yes, well, opinions can change," he said, lowering his cup onto it's saucer on the desk.

"Your opinion changed because I took a dee bullets for you. Your opinion changed because I did my job and saved your life."

Normally you would never talk back to your employer, but you wanted him to know how he made you feel.

"I apologise."

"Apologies are unnecessary when I'm doing my duty," you tell him.

"Do you ever not think of your duty?"

"No. When I'm working, all there is to think about is the job."

Helmut looks at you with a longing gaze, not that you see it as such.

"Are you happy?" He asks. The question startles you.

"Happy?"

"Happy doing your duty? Happy putting your life before others. Do you not think your life as important compares to those you serve and protect?"

You stare at him blankly.

"My purpose is to put my life before others. I do what I do because I'm good at it. It is my job to put myself before others in dangerous situations. I wouldn't want to do anything else. I'm here to keep you safe, sir."

Silence falls between you.

All you think about your job and for some reason he hates that fact. Right here in front of him, you aren't your own person, you're someone who lay down their life for whoever employs them.

Once upon a time he had happily felt the same, laying down his life for his country, but things changed. He changed.

"Anything you want, just say the word and I'll get it for you. I want you to be happy in my home."

Our home. He wanted to say our home, but that felt far too personal, even of you were living here now.

You put your cup down and stand up.

"If you'll excuse me, sir, I have to make my rounds."

You leave before he can say anything.

Helmut stares at your half empty teacup. He sighs. The most you had ever said to him, and he had only managed to upset you further. Judging by the way you left, he may have offended you.

His heart was going crazy.

"Why must romance be so difficult?" He sighed, sitting back in his chair.

He just wanted to know you. What a fool he was.

Sitting there in silence, he made a silent promise to make it up to you. He had a mission of his own now.

Helmut Zemo had accepted that he liked you, and now he just had to win you over. He would start tomorrow, when the day was fresh and today could be forgotten.

He was going to show you who he was underneath the title of Baron.

Helmut Zemo was going to win over your heart.

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[shimmershae]

My thoughts on Caryl canon--as if you lovelies actually asked, lol, go a little something like this.

We’re getting a spin-off.  

I know the antis and the haters are doing whatever is in their limited, petty ass power to sink said spin-off and who knows?  Maybe they will somehow succeed (highly doubtful).  But they can piss and moan about it all they want and they still will not be able to change the fact that a spin-off is and has been planned. 

To hear Kang and Norman and Melissa talk, it’s been in the planning stages for quite awhile.  

Coincidentally (I think not), Carol’s story (Daryl’s too but I’m going to focus more on Carol here) started to become a little more defined around the time that this spin-off idea was born.  It might not have been obvious at the time, maybe it still isn’t quite yet--we’ve been burned so much over the years--but Kang pumped the brakes and reversed course on a storyline that has seen Carol sentenced to continually rolling a stone up a steep hill for what has felt like all eternity.  She started dismantling the relationship between Carol and EZ really before it found its feet and not only that?  She cut the anchor of Henry from around Carol’s ankle.  

Now at first, the deconstruction of the Kingdom family unit seemed like more of the same, essentially another misery arc for Carol, and to a certain extent it was.  But the thing is?  

Kang might have shoved Carol harshly to the ground and given her a kick for good measure, several in fact, but something that might be lost a bit in the shuffle of everybody crying this is nothing but rinse and repeat of the same old, same old, is the fact that Carol has clawed her way out of yet another abyss and whether she’s wanted to or not, she’s starting to feel it.  All the losses she’s endured along the way, and she’s learning how to stand on her feet and rise in spite of them.  

All those little boxes she’s shoved her past traumas into are popping open one by one and the ghosts are spilling out and she’s having to face them head on and that’s just as much thanks to Daryl as anything else because he’s been right there with her.  

Daryl, who she sees. Daryl, who she can’t lose.  

The above statements have always been true, but Kang’s added another little wrinkle to this relationship.  

Daryl, who Carol dreams about a life of domestic peace with.  

It’s a shift in Carol’s perception of Daryl’s role/potential role in her life that’s perhaps too subtle for some.  Or maybe, just maybe, it was the first warning shot to them.  The one that made them sit up and take notice.  

I know which one I think it was.  Do you?  

Remember.  The spin-off had already been conceived at this point.  The groundwork to lead these two out of their status quo had already been started.  That’s important.  That nugget informs everything that’s unfolded onscreen since.  

Leadership was thrust upon Daryl in the latter part of Season 9 and the whole of Season 10 and he rose to meet that mantle, but through all of that?  Carol and her mental, emotional, and physical well-being remained a priority to him.  

What’s more, Daryl Dixon ‘manned up’ and stepped outside of his comfort zone.  He found his words and used them to tell Carol all the different ways that he could without shoving them both off of a precipice they weren’t completely ready for how he felt.  

Seriously.  How much more explicit can you get than “we have a future?”  Than offering multiple times to run away together?  

Those weren’t just aimless shots in the dark, although many took them to be.  We all know who they are.  

Again, we’re getting a spin-off.  It’s in the planning stages at least.  Kang might not have all the pit stops mapped out but I do think she’s got a general destination in mind.  She’s just making a few stops to fuel up and get supplies first. 

Let me ask ya’ll something.  To any outsider, anybody that might live underneath a rock and might not have seen an actual episode of TWD, how do you think this plot might read to them?  Without any physical descriptors, without knowing these two characters’ history as longtime friends and even with knowing it, what do you think they might glean from the fact that Kang has chosen to lead them back to each other? That she has chosen to emphasize the strength of their bond before pushing at its limits until it is so strained it has no choice but to either break permanently or weave itself tighter together with a new type of thread?  

Once again, I am going to remind anybody reading this that there is a spin-off in the works.  A spin-off featuring Carol AND Daryl.  

Carol and Daryl’s relationship over the years and seasons has evolved from strangers to friends to best friends and now?  Now they seem to be standing at the edge of a cliff staring into the unknown because seemingly Kang has decided to deconstruct their relationship.  She’s in the process of breaking it down into its base parts right now and causing Carol in particular to really examine what it is that she wants.  

She’s already given us all, Carol included, hints along the way.  

She’s paralleled these two characters’ separate journeys to each others’ sides.  

We’re ten years in.  With a spin-off impending and a bit of a been there, done that aspect hovering over the whole Carol and Daryl friendship, does anybody other than the antis and haters really and truly believe that Kang is deconstructing Carol and Daryl’s relationship only to return it to its original state?  

Does anybody really believe that there aren’t various romantic tropes being employed here?  That this story is being framed in anything other than an unabashedly shippy way?  Seriously.  How many fucking times has the sheer LONGING between these two jumped literally out of the screen and attacked us with its intensity?  

Pining has taken on a whole new meaning and yet, there are so many still (willfully) blind.  

Or maybe they’re not as blind as they claim.  Maybe they see the writing on the wall that so many that have actually longed for Carol and Daryl to take this step are afraid to really hope for and that’s why they are big time mad and ramping up their efforts to delegitimize romantic Carol and Daryl before it can be an undeniable reality.  Maybe that’s why so many of them are having hissy tizzy fits over a spin-off that was born in spite of what they claim is their majority.  

My personal opinion is too many exposed nerves are being hit and hit rather forcefully with a narrative that is becoming more overtly romantic all the time.  

Kang is bright-lighting us all with Caryl canon and because of past events some of fandom is still too stunned to see it coming.  

The rest sees it but some of them are still in big time denial.  They think they can keep speeding ahead and force it to swerve completely off the road.  

I don’t know about ya’ll but I’m going to respectfully pull over to the side of the road, do a U-turn, and follow these two to New Mexico and beyond. 

[toa-kirhan]

First time watching ToH S1E9 (Something Ventured, Someone Framed). Thoughts below:

Detailed thoughts:

Three episodes later and we get the Gus episode I was wondering about! Also, the return of Hexside!

This episode did have another liar revealed plot. Fortunately, in both episodes, the characters own up to their actions and understand each other’s motivations for lying, cutting the melodrama of the reveal almost as soon as its brought up.

I respect Gus’ reason for not wanting to give up leadership of the HAS. Gus wants the HAS to be an inclusive space, making sure that everyone feels valued and included. That theme of identity, self-worth, and inclusion has been at the center of the series so far.

Gus, Willow, Luz, Amity, and King have all expressed or hinted at the idea that they struggle w/ how they see themselves and how others see them. Gus struggles w/ being overlooked due to his age, Willow is demeaned as ‘half-a-witch’, Luz feels like a nobody, Amity’s siblings don’t love her, and King is treated more like a pet than a person. We don’t know if Eda has similar issues that she needs to work through, but she certainly isn’t as self-assured and confident as she seems to be most of the time.

Speaking of Eda, this episode really highlights how much Eda cares about Luz. The show has made it clear how much Eda hates Hexside, Covens, and what they stand for, but Eda also understands that most of her issues w/ Hexside stem from her personal experiences w/ the public education system and its strictures coming into conflict w/ her free-spirited nature.

For the sake of Luz’s happiness, Eda is willing confront her biases and go back to Hexside to negotiate for Luz’s admission. Even when Principal Bump tries to get her to quit by making her clean up after her past misbehavior, she still pulls through for Luz because she knows Hexside can provide the sort of education that Luz wants but Eda can’t provide herself.

At the same time, Luz has also been a positive influence on Eda, getting her to reconsider her some of her more hardline views and see things from a more innocent outsider’s perspective. While attending magic school, going to Coventions, and hosting Moonlight Conjurings aren’t her thing, through Luz and her friends, Eda is able to understand their appeal.

With that said, Eda still stands by her strongest convictions, namely that magic should be wild and free and that the Coven system only exists to constrain the talents and abilities of witches.

General thoughts:

The Human Appreciation Society! Just as clueless as Eda :)

“No roleplaying as humans.”

I know it’ll probably be gone by next episode, but I hope they keep Luz’s banned poster on the wall. For memory’s sake if nothing else.

“Fight fight fight!”

Bad girl coven! With t-shirts!

Hooty c:

Gus belongs in the bad boy coven for lying and breaking the rules like a bad boy. B)

Screamy bitey alarm.

Eda’s found herself in an interesting moral dilemma. As Eda sees it, Hexside as an institution is designed crush individuality, but as an individual, shouldn’t Luz be given the choice to judge it for herself?

Hooty ^^ Also, Eda raised Hooty?

It’s a bit concerning that the school w/ an advanced magical lockdown system has also decided to employ off-brand Dementors as school security.

Eda still has nightmares about school, as do we all.

Most bones? Is that an achievement? Can you conjure more bones for yourself? Where are they hiding the bone magic?!

Bump’s just willing to meet w/ Eda? Even though she’s a wanted criminal?

Eda’s list of school misdemeanors grows: picking fights and stealing, necrotic experiments, graffiti, scams, cheating, Ms Jenkinmyre’s teeth(?), releasing ghosts in the girl’s changing room, starting an abomination food fight, hexing the school bells to sing “Since U Been Conned”, finding two giant bug-things, and letting out the school griffin and making it vomit from spicy snacks.

Eda’s last name is Clawthorne? Lilith and Edalyn Clawthorne?

If sports were more like grudgby then maybe I’d like more of them.

Oh no Ed and Em are here too. Also, they’re part of the illusion track? I thought their powers were telekinesis. Also illusions are actually physical?

Luz is banned from Hexside w/ budget Dementors roaming the school grounds, and you’re just leaving the door open while you announce that she’s there?!

Is Mattholomule going to be the new Amity in taking up the school bully role?

Given that Eda was a “whiny rebel teen” at Hexside, did she give up on joining the EC by then?

Bump just left all the lockers that Eda graffitied all those years ago? Also ‘hoot’? Was Eda into owls then too? The graffiti called her mother??? ;_;

Cyclops girl is cute ^^

Gus definitely belongs in the bad boy coven now.

WHAT THE HELL? No wonder why Eda hates Hexside! Willow was okay with getting sent to detention just to protect Luz?!

AND THEY BRAINWASH THEIR STUDENTS? Eda was right about this place!

“I’m a principal not a stooge.” Well, that’s comforting then?

Luz is enrolling next semester? I haven’t thought about it before, but time in the Boiling Isles must be different from the human world considering Luz is supposed to be at summer camp while Willow and Gus still have classes. Either that or the Boiling Isles have a different academic schedule from the human world.

“Impressive, still alive.” Do students die in detention?

Ending song!

Eda had orange hair?

Good to know that Eda watched out for her sister when they went to Hexside.

Very important reveal about Eda: :3

[jadevalentine-writes]

✍️ yabmfg! 😉👻💖 (But also, I am looking forward to ALL that are in the works!! 🤗)

AH, I LOVE You'll Always Be My Favorite Ghost. So much so that I reread the chapter I'm working on today and honestly it's probably my favorite thing I have written today. It just slaps, if I do say so myself. Once I'm done with the MXTX Femslash Minibag, I'll return to it as it's my current Hualian WIP.

As a treat, here's the first part of the next chapter below the cut!

CW: Light Horror

Every day since Xie Lian signed the streaming contract, he felt like was living in a dream. He no longer had to wake up before dawn to crawl into work to prepare for the cafe’s morning rush. If he did wake up that early, it was to rendezvous with the rest of the team before they set out to their next destination, sometimes a few states over. Hua Cheng would greet him in the parking lot of his apartment complex, an extra large black tea in hand. After they loaded their bags in the trunk of his car, Hua Cheng would give Xie Lian a spine realigning hug and mumble “Good morning, gege” into his hair. That alone made getting up early easier.

Then there was the job itself, which did not feel like work at all. Some days were long, with hours spent driving to the destination only to immediately set-up and shoot upon arriving, but for every one of those were weeks worth of normal days where it felt Xie Lian barely worked. He highly suspected it was due in part to being with Hua Cheng constantly, but he did not want to analyze it too deeply. Having fun was part of the deal they had made, and he wasn’t about to spoil it. Besides, if Shi Qingxuan or He Xuan needed help with editing, he’s sure they would have said something. Instead, they seemed content to spend hours in each other’s company long after everyone else had turned in for the night.

Xie Lian did admit that outside spending an enormous amount of time with Hua Cheng, the work itself was entertaining. He got to travel to obscure locations that he previously did not know existed and eat at local restaurants that offered strange delicacies like crawdad soup and boiled eel pancakes. He also started to suspect, ever so slightly, that ghosts may be real.

It happened during their twenty-something investigation. With the streaming contract came the funds for new “ghost detection” equipment, including EMF readers and a radio that Shi Qingxuan claimed was a way to communicate directly with some ghosts.

“It’s called a spirit box,” Shi Qingxuan said as he unboxed it in Xie Lian’s living room. “You can ask questions and the ghost will answer.”

Xie Lian was skeptical, to say the least, but Hua Cheng thought it was immensely entertaining to use. He always took on the persona of a therapist when he used the device, asking questions such as if the ghosts were happy, angry, or seeking revenge. Each question was always met with the same answer: the device’s default crackling static. It was pronounced harmless and as nonsensical as most of the other pieces of expensive equipment they employed to detect supernatural presences.

Xie Lian thought nothing of taking it as his starting device when they were investigating an abandoned farmhouse in the middle of the woods. It’d get a few minutes of screentime and then he’d switch it out for something else, as usual when they did not receive any response.

“Oh, are you going to play therapist tonight, gege?” Hua Cheng asked with a grin as he sauntered up the gravel walk to the farmhouse’s front door.

Behind him, Xie Lian felt the all knowing gaze of Feng Xin’s shoulder camera swivel in his direction.

“Sure,” he said with a casual shrug that made the mic clipped on his jacket ruffle with static. “Maybe the ghosts will actually talk to me.”

Hua Cheng chuckled. “Gege is so kind, I’m sure he could persuade the ghosts to speak.”

Xie Lian gave Hua Cheng a warm smile, one he knew that their fans would swoon over, even if it was just for him. “We’ll see.”

Once they entered the farmhouse, they split up as usual with Hua Cheng investigating the first floor with Mu Qing as his cameraman while Xie Lian took the second floor with Feng Xin. While Feng Xin was readjusting his camera harness on the porch, Xie Lian headed upstairs, the worn wood staircase creaking under his weight. He flicked on the hall light and turned on the spirit box, holding it up so that it was visible in his head mounted camera feed. Xie Lian cleared his throat and then started down the wide hallway.

“Are you here?” He asked quietly. When static was his answer, he asked the question again, a bit louder.

“Are you happy? Sad? Angry?” Xie Lian tried not to chuckle to himself as he progressed down the hall, pausing at the open doorways of bedrooms as he asked his questions. “Do you want revenge?”

A loud creak sounded behind him and Xie Lian whipped his head around. He half-expected to see Feng Xin mounting the stairs, but found he was still alone in the hallway. He took a deep breath, his nerves obviously getting the best of him. He was used to the sound of old structures settling and breathing. This creak was no different.

What was different was the lack of static from the spirit box.

Xie Lian inspected the device, puzzlement creasing his brow as he ensured it was still on.

“Hello?” he asked tentatively.

The display on the spirit box usually scrolled through a list of radio station numbers, as though searching for the frequency the ghost would be on. If anything, it at least made Xie Lian feel like it was doing something. Now the screen was flickering between two stations rapidly. He sighed as he smacked it against his left palm in some miraculous attempt to fix it.

“Silly thing...why don’t you work?”

In the absence of the static and the stillness of the house, the whispered response was deafening.

“I’m shy.”

A lot of things happened after that. First, there was a moment where Xie Lian’s ears and his brain held a conference to determine that yes, a voice that did not belong to anyone currently in the house was just heard, specifically from within the device he held. Then he did what any logical person would do: he screamed, dropped the spirit box, and bolted to the stairs. He met Hua Cheng halfway down them.

“Gege? What’s wrong?” Hua Cheng’s eye was wide as he caught Xie Lian by the forearms as he all but fell down the stairs into Hua Cheng’s arms.

“It worked, it worked, it worked,” he repeated frantically as he clung to Hua Cheng, who essentially dragged him down the rest of the stairs.

“The spirit box?” Hua Cheng asked as Xia Lian nodded rapidly against his shoulder.

“What the fuck is going on?” Feng Xin asked as he peaked his head and camera in the front door, only to be shoved aside by Hua Cheng’s shoulder. He had somehow handled Xie Lian into a bridal carry, but Xie Lian did not recall how as he kept his face buried in Hua Cheng’s neck, breathing in cinnamon and the clean scent of his shampoo as he forced air in and out of his lungs rhythmically.

Ghosts aren’t real, ghosts aren’t real, ghosts aren’t real.

“Holy fuck! That was ah-maze-ing!” Shi Qingxuan yelled as he jogged down the walkway. “I was able to pick up its response on A-Lian’s mic!”

Hua Cheng growled as he shoved past Shi Qingxuan and gently deposited Xie Lian on the tailgate of the truck.

“Gege,” he said softly as he uncurled Xie Lian from his body and bent over to be eye-level with him. “Hey, come on, look at me, dear.”

It took several minutes of coaxing for Xie Lian to focus and a half-hour more for him to stop shaking, but two things were for certain: he was now marginally convinced that ghosts existed. And he was never going to use the spirit box again.

[egcdeath]

secret santa

pairing: ransom drysdale x f!reader

a/n: this is so self indulgent. SO SELF INDULGENT. more self indulgent than anyone will ever be able to comprehend. before u all read this, i want u to know it was originally supposed to be about training ransom at a job, but then i realized that i nothing about 1. working at a coffee shop and 2. training an employee. also, i am the worst at writing dialogue. so i didn’t write a lot of dialogue LMAO enjoy :)

also, half of this was written at 1 am. just a warning

warnings: coffee shop au, enemies (kinda) to lovers, a lil fluff, not really angst but bitter feelings, kinda slow burn and then all the sudden a fast burn i’m sorry 😭

word count: 2.6k

You woke up to the sound of your alarm rumbling your bedside table sometime around the asscrack of dawn, and rubbed your eyes with a groan. Sometimes, you really couldn’t stand your job, but bills didn’t really pay themselves, did they? You rolled out of bed, and began your dreaded morning routine before heading out to start your opening shift at your local café.

Somewhere between warming up the espresso machine and taking out last night’s trash (which you shouldn’t have had to do in the first place), an older, yet expensive looking car pulled up to the front of the parking lot. You were a bit confused, as you’d never seen this vehicle, and it was quite clear that you weren’t exactly open yet. You watched as a tall man hopped out of the car, wearing a large peacoat and very unnecessary sunglasses. He approached the door, gave it a knock, then waited for you to come open it for him. Reluctantly, you made your way over, and in order to keep yourself safe, began to speak through the glass.

“Can I help you?” You asked in an annoyed tone, then gestured towards the piece of paper that labeled your hours on the door. There was no reason for any customer to be here this early. You looked up at the mystery man and made a rather intense eye contact with him. If this was any indicator of your crowd today, work was going to be far from pleasant.

“Yeah, I was told that I’m starting today?” He had a wicked smirk on his face, like he knew he was getting under your skin already. You hated people like him, and couldn’t believe that he could possibly be your coworker. On the bright side, he probably wouldn’t last long in the first place.

“Well, are you sure you’re here on time? I can’t see any situation where Melissa would schedule to open for your very first shift.” You commented with a furrowed brow.

“Eh, I kinda just figured I’d come in whenever. The girl in my bed was an early riser, so I thought to myself ‘Why not just come in now?’” He said casually.

“Your name?” You inquired, trying to keep your annoyance to yourself, and put on a customer service smile.

“Hugh, or Ransom,” he responded. You turned around, allowed yourself a huff and eye roll, then walked through the kitchen, and into the break room to check if he truly was a new employee, or just some random creep. Sure enough, a bright pink post-it note in very neat handwriting confirmed this man’s existence. You made your way back to the door, unlocked it, and let him in.

“Since you’re here, you should… set down the chairs,” you told him, less than entertained by his presence. You could just tell he was bad news. This Ransom guy was like the textbook definition of a red flag. He talked your ear off while you tried to get through your opening routine, some casual remarks about his last hookup, complaints about how he only got this job because his mother was a regular and good friends with your manager, and how he was threatened to get cut out of his grandfather’s will if he didn’t get employed soon, and what better way to spite your family than to mess up their daily coffees.

Eventually, a few more of your coworkers, along with your manager, Melissa, made it to the café before the morning rush began. You were sitting down at your typical barstool spot, and sipping an iced Americano when Melissa broke the news to you that you would be training the new employee. Upon hearing the news, you audibly groaned, and rubbed your forehead. There was no way that you could handle this man.

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During his first week, Ransom not only managed to offer (and successfully give) six customers his phone number, break two mugs, mess up more orders than even Euclid could comprehend, and spill straws a multitude of times all over the floor, but he began to flirt with you relentlessly. You had no idea why you’d become his new target of choice, when it was clear that he could have literally anyone he wanted. Maybe he liked that you were playing hard to get.

If you were being honest, you had to accept that he was handsome. And rich. And the definition of a fuckboy. And since you were being frank with yourself, you had to acknowledge that you were attracted to that ‘toxic and will treat you like shit’ kind of guy. You had a roster of ex boyfriends to prove that for you.

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It was a pretty slow Tuesday afternoon, which meant you were sitting on your phone until a customer placed an order. Eventually, the little bell above the door chimed, and an older man came through, ordering a dark and bitter drink, then standing by the counter to wait. You began to restock lids while Ransom took care of making the drink, and once it was ready, you passed it over to the man. The man in question took a rather large sip, then promptly spat it out.

“What the fuck is this!” He roared, barely giving you time to react before he proceeded to toss the drink at you, spilling most of the hot content on your apron.

You gasped, gawking down at your scorched and ruined clothing, then up at the customer, who’d turned around with a huff and left, leaving a stream of strong language on his way out. You bit back tears at the whole fiasco, and cringed as both the steamy drink, and your salty tears stung different parts of your body. You turned to look at the barista, who had passed you along the drink, and were met with no other than the white devil himself. It seemed that all the blood had drained from his already otherwise pale face.

“Oh my god, this is all my fault,” he began remorsefully. “Let me make it up to you somehow.”

“Whatever,” you huffed, running a hand through your hair, and shoving Ransom angrily while you more or less stomped into the staff bathroom.

You looked at yourself in the mirror and frowned before bringing up your bundled apron to your face and screaming into it. Stupid fucking customers. Stupid fucking job. Stupid fucking Ransom. It’s like he came to your job just to make it hell. You were tired of cleaning up all these messes for him, and honestly, you wish he’d just quit already. The longer you worked with him, the more tempted you were to pour sugar in his gas tank, then take a club and break all the windows in the Beemer.

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For the next month, your brain was completely elsewhere at work. Your brain was constantly going back and forth with you between finding Ransom hot and horrendous. While the pair of you finished up closing one night, you heard your coworker begin to speak to you as you placed your hand on the keys in your pocket.

“I know you hate me, Y/N. I get it. What that guy did to you was awful, and yes it was my fault, but what else have I done to hurt you?” He asked, seemingly out of the blue. You weren’t even sure how to respond. Ignoring the man and demonizing him in your head had become almost a second nature. “I mean, I think we could’ve been good friends. Even though you seem to think I’m devil incarnate, I think you’re a pretty cool chick-“ he continued before being cut off by you.

“Why do you even care?” you burst out, “Ransom, you just don’t get it do you? You’re just.. a douchebag. I get it, you have your moments where you’re candid and open with people, but half of the time you’re talking, you’re objectifying someone. Or bragging about something you own. Don’t get me wrong, I could get past what you did to me on accident, but you seriously have to work on yourself,” the words just seemed to pour out without your control. “Goodnight, Ransom,” you said simply before leaving the café for the night.

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Since that day, the tension between you and Ransom had evidently become more thick. Since he was finally finished training with you, you made sure to only speak to him if you absolutely needed to, and even then, you only communicated with him in brief and straightforward answers. Sure, it seemed like a small thing to be upset about, and sure, he’d apologized, but something told you that any excuse to stay away from Ransom was a good excuse.

Though he appeared to be an immoral and selfish man, he seemed genuinely sorry for all that he’d put you through. Occasionally, you’d be sitting in the break room and look up from your phone to see him watching you. When you’d make eye contact, he would look like he wanted to say something to you, but your petty ass would leave, or look back at your phone. He was bad news anyway.

Your boss quickly caught onto what was going on between the two of you, and usually, Melissa didn’t like to participate in petty drama, but your new sour mood was such a stark contrast from before, and it seemed to shift the whole mood of the café.

That afternoon, Melissa called for a team meeting a bit before closing, and suggested a family dinner along with a Secret Santa. She’d said something along the lines of ‘It’s been way too long since we’ve done a team bonding activity, and a gift exchange is perfectly fitting for the Holiday season.’ This did make you perk up, as Melissa had a great taste in restaurants, and you were always down for a good gift exchange.

Melissa then told everyone to write their names down, then put them in a decorative Santa hat. You and your coworkers obliged, then began to pass around the hat once again in order to draw a name. You really hoped to get Xavier. You had the perfect idea of something he’d love. As you drew a piece of paper from the hat, you imagined the matching pair of fluffy socks for a human and dog that you’d passed by during your last trip to Target. You began to unfold it, thinking of what color he might like the most, when you looked down and saw ‘Ransom’ drawn out in chicken scratch.

You tried your best to mask your annoyance at who you received, but on the inside, you were seething. You mentally cursed the universe out while you pulled on your coat, and grimaced to yourself once you got out to your car. How were you supposed to get this asshole a gift?

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The week leading up to the exchange went fairly well for you, although it was getting a bit exhausting to be so mad at Ransom all the time. You tried to be less harsh with him, considering you needed to learn more about him in order to get him a somewhat decent gift for your exchange.

He’d seem to have taken your conversation with him to heart, and began to talk less and less about other girls when he was working with you. He didn’t comment on how well your jeans fit you, and you noticed that he’d often overextend himself in order to help you with (pretty basic) daily aspects of the job. Ransom would ask you questions about yourself, and your family, and speak less about himself. If you were honest with yourself, he was becoming a better man. And the best part was, he seemed to be doing it just for you. The thought of which brought heat to your face.

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On the night of the exchange, you threw on a hideous and scratchy Christmas sweater before picking up your neatly wrapped gift for Ransom. You truly hoped that he’d like it, even though it certainly wasn’t the most expensive item. You bid farewell to your cat, then went on your way to the restaurant. You had to admit, you were a bit late. So it should’ve been no surprise when you arrived, and found that the only seat left at the table was next to Ransom. You gave him a cordial smile before sitting down and ordering yourself a glass of Merlot.

Something about being so close to him was kind of riling you up. The strong timbre sent coming off of him was making your whole body feel slightly warmer than normal, and you tried to ignore this strange sensation while you talked and joked with your coworkers. At one point, Ransom leaned in nice and close to you, and began to speak to you.

“Jesus Christ, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything as hideous as Karmen’s sweatshirt,” he whispered right into the shell of your ear. Maybe it was the wine talking, but that simple action sent a whole chill through your body, and made you flush even harder than you’d flushed before. You let out a little giggle and nodded in agreement, looking across the table at her very ugly sweater.

“To be fair, the whole point of this was to wear something really ugly,” you turned your head back to where it was before, only to find that Ransom had somehow moved even closer to you.

“I just don’t know where you find something like that,” he commented, gazing much too deep into your eyes. You swore you felt the room shift after he began looking at you like that. There was about a 20% chance that you’d be able to keep your panties on after this kind of exchange. Luckily for you, a waitress broke the tension for you, setting down a few plates for everyone, then bidding them farewell. Damn.

The food was amazing, and didn’t last very long, meaning that it was time to pass gifts around sooner than later. You watched as Amy received a gift card from Sophie, Emily opened a plethora of chocolates gifted to her by Melissa, and Xander whiffed a candle given to him by Kennedy, then, it was your turn. You glanced around the table before you felt the arm next to you reach down, then hand you an oversized gift bag.

“I hope you like it,” Ransom said with a shy smile. You casually felt your cheeks on your way to pull out the very large item. You found it was a very large, and soft, hand knit blanket. It looked like it could’ve cost a small fortune, and you immediately found yourself embarrassed.

“Oh wow. This is perfect! Thank you so much,” you grinned over at your coworker, who seemed to be blushing himself. “Well, I guess I should probably give you this then,” you chuckled awkwardly before passing him your wrapped package. He tore it open barbarically, then began to laugh. Of all the gifts in the world, you two had gotten each other somewhat similar items. Sure, it wasn’t hand knit with the love of some grandma who ran a small business on Etsy, but it was the thought that counts.

“I love it, Y/N,” he exclaimed, looking deep into your eyes once again. He ran his fingers through the soft fabric, then set a hand on your arm. In that moment, it felt like time stopped. It was just you two, sitting in a quiet room, enjoying the presence of each other. You don’t even know what had gotten into you, but before you knew it, you felt a nose pressed up against yours, and a billion butterflies erupt out of your stomach. You heard a few grimaces from your coworkers at the sappy, Hallmark-like moment but what could you say.

Maybe Ransom was not that bad after all.

[thotsforvillainrights]

Hello villain izuku father anon here! Thank u for loving my idea. I mean you can still write the one shot without izuku, i actually just wanted the villains reaction to that. I'm sorry if i didn't describe that right! Still thank u for answering and loving my idea!♡ Again have a nice day/night!

(Its been sooooo long oh gosh! Was it the reader being AFO’s child and the others reacting to it? I think that was it. I’m gonna go about that, and sorry for the long wait!!!!)

~Y/N is AFO’s Child~ ~How the LOV reacts~

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-Shigaraki: He already knew. You two have met on more than one occasion but it wasn’t too much often. You’re not really distant with your dad, but you have a life to live so you never visited too much (especially since he was deep in villainy). The few times that you did visit him, you spent a little time with Tomura before he hit the age of 15 and became an angsty teenager locked in his room playing hours upon hours of Minecraft. You still see him as a little brother and he somewhat considers you a sibling as well.

-Kurogiri: Just like Tomura, he already knew as well. I mean, he spent a great deal of life employed under AFO and of course he meets you many times as well. You two spend a good amount of time together when you visit since you enjoy his company. He’s quiet but good at conversation and even better with listening. Sometimes you might feel bad for always venting to him when you’d visit your grandpa, but he was a good friend so it couldn’t be helped. And man does he know how to keep a secret too!

-Toga: “What??? That old man?!” She’s really surprised since you don’t really act much like him and you don’t really resemble him either. You reassure her that he’s your dad (whether by blood, or adoption depending on the reader). So then Toga grills you on the big boss because she’s curious to see what life was like with him. She won’t bring it up in front of him the next time she sees him either.

-Dabi: “You’re related to the big guy? Couldn’t tell at first since he looks like a wrinkly testicle and all.” Dabi teases as he sits at the bar, and you smack him playfully. “Hey, he can be pretty awful sometimes, but he’s still my dad. Watch it, bacon bits.” You threaten him with a smirk and he scoffs. Dabi doesn’t really care to be honest with you. To him, being related to AFO is a lot less worse that being related to his father as he would put it. 

-Spinner: He just kinda chokes on his food a little bit before looking at you with a wide mouth. You laugh at him and shake your head. “WHY DIDN’T YOU SAY ANYTHING!?” You shrug it off and keep playing video games. “Why didn’t anyone ask me?” Spinner just kinda sits there dumfounded while you tap away at the keyboard and swivel the mouse around as you game. It’s gonna take him some time to believe it.

-Magne: She wants you to tell her everything (much like Toga did) because she’s curious about things now. She’s a little annoyed since you never said anything but you figure it wasn’t a big deal. You do manage to find a little comfort and telling her about some of the kinder moments you shared with AFO. The moments when he’s not a wanted villain but a father instead. The moments when you two would try to watch a movie together, or when he plays chess with you while drinking tea. Sometimes he wires you money when needed, but you don’t like asking for his help so you don’t say it often. 

-Twice: He’s a little confused but he also doesn’t see how this affects your friendship at all so it’s okay. I mean it’s a cool random fact for him to have learned but beside that, it really has nothing much to do with him. The only issue would be if he were to ever end up dating you. THEN it might seem to come up as an issue, but for now things are relatively normal between you two.

-Muscular: “Okay? And?” On the outside he plays it off like it doesn’t matter but on the inside, he’s having a hard time trying to grasp whether or not you’re fucking with him. He’s got like one braincell and that bitch is on vacation right now. He doesn’t want to ask anyone for help so he’ll deadass steal your phone when you aren’t looking and scroll through it until he realizes you’re telling the truth. By then it’s too late because you catch him with your phone and that’s death penalty in your books. Let’s hope you didn’t inherit AFO’s quirk for muscular’s sake...

-Moonfish: “???” He is confused but rolls with it. You may notice him keeping a bit of a distance from now on since he relates you to basically being a bit of royalty. He knows to make sure not to rub you the wrong way or else his head could be on the chopping block. Lucky for him, you really wouldn’t ever call your father for help like that because you could handle it yourself...and also because you’d never hear the end of his lecturing you

-Mustard: Tries to get on your good side even if you aren’t affiliated much with the LOV. He does it in the hopes of rising within the league/vanguard action squad ranks. You simply roll your eyes at this and continue on with everyday life. You don’t have the time to explain to him that befriending you wouldn’t benefit a single thing since you don’t get mixed up with your dad’s little villainy group. Still, you watch him exhaust himself trying because it’s funny lol

-Compress: He has to admit it surprised him a little bit since he had never even heard of it...and he knew a LOT about All for one! Then he figures out that you weren’t talked about or even mentioned as a way to protect your safety. IT all makes a lot more sense that way of course. Aside from all of this, he never wavers with the amount of respect he offers you. It doesn’t change and you’re thankful he treats you the same as usual instead of changing himself around you after the news. Sometimes you wonder if he really should’ve been a villain in the first place. 

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