#not TOO crazed on the ship but like I do understand it

[pixelatedraindrops]

“Hey…Chief…why are there…three of you…??”

“Vivia, you’re sick and hallucinating. This is bad… we may need to call a doctor. Jeez. You really need to remember to take an umbrella outside...”

A doodle I made based on an ask, but I decided to post it separately.

My first time drawing Vivia, second time drawing Yakou.

(and im good at neither of them x-x)

But these two made me soft since Vivia's DLC so I thought I’d contribute to the ship somehow. And I noticed Vivia goes out in the rain constantly without a hood or any protection so...

Yeah no, this was BOUND to happen.

Yakou's willing to lend the very feverish spectral detective his bed for the time being (bc he's too tall to fit the sofas lol)

Kanai Ward's rain is harsh ☔

Hope you enjoy my lil' snack, Viviakou Nation 💚💙

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Kokobolt Clockmare

[bronzeageyuri]

Today marks three years of Dianthus existing! I made my first concept sketches for her on 11/20/23 💖 this also means it's been three years of Diathesterius! I sometimes use the date I uploaded Dia to toyhouse, the 21st, as the anniversary date just in case I'm late... but I managed to finish colouring this <3 I had actually wanted to do something for this earlier in the month, I even made some very elaborate plans for it... but it ended up not happening! Which is okay 💞 but I still wanted to draw a little wedding piece... so I did! I'll make something fancier when I have more time later on... 💝 I used my own handwriting here for authenticity, but at some point... I'd like to be able to rewrite in Greek for More authenticity <3 Uncropped version (and long rambling post) under the cut 💕 I get a little Vulnerable so don't read it if you're gonna be mean or else I'll like Get You or something

I've made posts in the past talking about why Theseus and Asterius mean so much to me, but I don't think I've made one on why Dianthus herself means so much to me.. so for her own third year anniversary, I'll do that here! before I begin...! the fruit in dia's hair here are from the strawberry tree, arbutus unedo. I associate the tree and its fruit with Theseus but... it's honestly been so long, I don't remember exactly why! Just that, for some reason, I imagine thathis childhood home had a tree of these fruit blossoming just outside his mother's room, and thus he has fond memories of it. Lady Dianthus... she who loves all things pink, actively hates celery, and still has a job at the library despite being so fogetful and clumsy... she who met Theseus and immediately became obsessed because it was the first interesting thing to happen to her- not a parent or someone she's close to, but herself! her first time feeling as if she had a true purpose. She who didn't understand Theseus' obsession with Asterius until meeting he Minotaur, and promptly decided "he's not scary? he's not scary at all! he's just a cow!" I've made sona and the likes before Dia of course, but she was the first in a long time who was truly meant to resemble me in all ways (except for the setting, of course...). I made her design simple so I would easily be able to redraw her, and gave her one of my favourite palettes pink and green and cream and gold. At first I really didn't expect to get that attached to her... I went months without drawing her after her initial creation. but the more I drew her the more I realized how much fun I was having with her...! It's funny looking back on it... originally I had a much more comedic idea for her story, and di not intend to ship her with Theseus in any serious way. It was going to be a completely one-sided love (with Dianthus taking the role of "crazed fangirl" - which she still is, in a way). I'm sure it isn't a surprise but it didn't take me long at all to start drawing ship art of them, creating artworks and writing of Theseus and Asterius was a self indulgent joy for me, so why not selfship art too? I ended up invested, of course. Using Dia I put a lot of my own feelings into a story; a sense of otherness, her loneliness, feeling lost and out of place. I had removed it later on because I felt uneasy with how vulnerable it was, but at one put I had placed one of the most traumatic events of my life into Dia's story- sometimes I think about adding it back, because I know giving her an oppurtunity to open up about it with her beloveds would be something beneficial to Me irl(!). But that's besides the point here... she's a stubborn girl, sweet but arrogant is my usual go-to descriptor for her; that's how I think of myself too, just based on what I've been told (I have a hard time thinking of myself as nice, though others always say so to me...). That may be part of why I tend to look for those features in (fictional!) lovers... something feels good to me about being able to butt heads due to this shared traits, but still coming together and making amends despite it. I do think it's a little funny that the sonas I've gotten the most attached to so far- Dianthus, and now Nerine- have some sort of theme of death with them. Dianthus is literally a ghost, and Nerine is metaphorically one (and maybe liteally, if I ever make up my mind...). Maybe that's just fitting for me, though... hmm... I'm not sure what else I want to say here... I think of Dianthus as "Me but in Hades Game / Ancient Greek context." Of course some events that happen in her life didn't happen to me, or, sometimes, I dramatize it (Dia's mother leaving her and her father to become the wife of a god was inspired by the fact that for the first few yers of my life, my parents were separated... but they always had a positive relationship with one another! Unlike Dia's parents), but she's become a big par

t of me all the same. Just as I am happy and hoping to spend many more years with Theseus and Asterius, I hope to spend many more years with her as well. i think that's all I'll write for now <3 if you read this thank you for being curious enough about me to be interested in all this 😭

btw, here's the first ever post of her... (yes thats my priv </3 i briefly unlocked it to search for this... don't try and follow me over there though it's crazy over there)

[apollo-likes-writing]

June of Doom Day Two - Double-crossed/Forced to Watch

Fandom: Honkai: Star Rail

Characters: Veritas Ratio, Aventurine, Sunday

Ship: Golden Ratio (Aventurine/Dr. Ratio)

Summary: An AU where Sunday knows about the three Cornerstones during the confrontation between himself, Aventurine, and Dr. Ratio. Chaos, whump, and angst ensue.

Word count: 3,364

Tags: Whump, angst, graphic depictions of violence, torture, mind control, mind manipulation, illusions of pain but it isn't technically real, manipulation.

Author's Note: I don't know how I vomited up over 3000 words for this, but here I am. I hope you enjoy! As always, please comment and reblog as it helps me out a bunch (and gives me a much needed serotonin boost). This is not beta-read so please let me know if there are any spelling/grammar mistakes/goofy pacing.

@juneofdoom

Masterlist | Day One | Day Three

Two men stand side by side in front of huge oak double-doors, both in elaborate clothing; one in green, black, and white, and the other in blue, white, and gold. They are presumed to hate each other. They do not. Far from it, actually. They have found a special kind of companionship during their short period of knowing each other. Who would’ve thought a Stoneheart of the Interastral Peace Corporation and a professor of the Intelligentsia Guild could get along? Especially with temperaments as different as theirs. Aventurine: a “crazed gambler” as the other likes to put it. A man of extraordinary levels of luck and the tendency to value petty bets over his own life. Veritas Ratio: a “stuffy doctor” as the other likes to playfully tease, much to his dismay. A professor of profound intelligence, continually disappointed by the divine entity that refuses to cast THEIR gaze in his direction standing next to the man cursed to withstand the favour of another. Both are pitied. Both are revered. Both are about to stab the head of the Oak Family in the back.  

“Sunday is just beyond this door. Are you ready?” the doctor asks, his head turned towards the shorter man beside him. 

Aventurine’s eyes remain trained on the door in front of him. “Yep. You?” 

“Tell me your plan.” 

“I’ll play it by ear.” 

“Are you serious?” 

“When am I not?” 

“Is that a serious question?” 

“It was a rhetorical question, Doctor.” 

“Mine was nothing of the sort, Gambler. Are you telling me you do not have a plan for facing Sunday?” 

“Three chips will do.” 

After that short bicker, Aventurine winks at the man and steps forward to push open the door. It takes everything in Ratio to not sigh and roll his eyes. Doing so would only encourage the man in front of him further, so he instead schools his expression to one of his usual neutrality and calmly strolls into the room behind his companion. Inside sits Sunday, who raises from his seat on the opposite side of the huge circular table and welcomes the two men with a gesture of his hand. 

“It seems my puzzles are too effortless for you, IPC ambassador,” he begins. 

“I see you put a lot of effort into welcoming me, Mr. Sunday. However, this is no way to greet a guest,” Aventurine replies coolly, crossing his arms. 

Sunday smiles, teeth glinting in the light above him. “Well, this isn’t an invitation, but a summoning. Before we speak, I need to test your character. You understand, yes?” He gestures to Ratio, whose expression remains unmoving. “I imagine this knowledgeable doctor friend of yours has been of great help, hm?” 

Aventurine’s faux smile matches the man in front of him. “Certainly. You ought to know this better than I do – he has already faithfully fulfilled his duties, hasn’t he?” 

“Yes. The doctor has assured me of your noble character. He considers you, like himself, a virtuous person who can be trusted by The Family.” Ratio is getting a little sick of being talked about as if he wasn’t in the room. He doesn’t let that show on his face, of course, but he can’t help but feel a little irked. 

“You don’t look too well,” the ambassador suddenly states bluntly. “Am I making you anxious? If not, then it means I’m on your side.” 

“You’re a wise man, Aventurine.” The Halovian places his hands behind his back – the image of grace. “My only concern is that you’ve used your wisdom at the wrong time to meet the wrong person and put yourself in a situation where you shouldn’t be.” His sister’s death. “If I wasn’t mistaken, you have just made a serious accusation against The Family.” 

“You are not mistaken. Depravity is creeping in around you, Mr. Sunday.” This is certainly not how Ratio would go about this. This is creeping into increasingly dangerous territory. “There’s no need to be evasive. Let’s talk about your sister, shall we? Many suspect her death to be the work of outsiders, but I know you are of a different opinion.” 

Ratio can’t tell for sure at this distance, but he could have sworn that Sunday’s posture tenses. 

“Now, your noble status has become a shackle, preventing you from apprehending the murderer and avenging your sister’s death. You’re feeling anxious because you’re out on a limb. But don’t worry. I am on your side.” 

Despite the tightness of his shoulders, Sunday’s voice betrays no such tenseness. “I’m immensely honoured by your concern for me, Mr. Aventurine – since you’re so selfless and generous, I believe you wouldn’t ask for anything in return, would you?” 

“Naturally, you wouldn’t incur any loss from this. I simply want to reclaim what is mine: my liberty, and my personal items under the Family’s custody – the bag of gift money, and-” 

“The Cornerstone and the box that it inhabits.” 

“That’s right.” 

“A treasured asset of the Strategic Investment Department, a sacred stone that seals the Emanator of Preservation, granting significant power to each of the Ten Stoneheart's, yes?” 

“You would be correct.” Where is this going? This is like an elaborate chess game, two players taking the other’s pieces for their own gain. For all his intelligence, Ratio can’t figure out who has the most pawns at their disposal. He knows he is one of them, but his move has already been made. 

“For an object so precious, it probably comes at an even higher price than other forms of recompense.” 

Aventurine frowns – a performed frown – but a frown nonetheless. “I’m sure you’re aware of the high level of risk I’ll be undertaking to bring the truth to light-” 

“Mr. Aventurine,” Sunday starts, raising a hand to silence him. “When you’re out and about, do you always make adjustments to your appearance? Your tie should be on the centre line, your shirt must not protrude from your vest, your trouser creases should be perfectly straight, and always aligned with the tips of your shoes.” 

The blonde nods. “Of course.” 

“I don’t, because it is not appropriate to do so in the company of others – you should make sure you are presentable and in order before leaving the house. Unlike you, I’m not the kind that takes risks. The Cornerstone must remain in the custody of The Family.”  

Looks like the first piece has been taken. Aventurine sighs. “...No room for negotiation?” At this, Ratio moves from where he stands next to the IPC ambassador to the bookshelf closer to Sunday. Ratio must admit that he is a pawn to both players. He doesn’t like it, but it’s a necessary evil. This room is a giant chess board, and he just took his turn. 

Sunday shakes his head. “Please don’t let me turn you down twice.”  

“...Fine. The gift money is fine. I suppose you wouldn’t mind that, yes? After all, a businessman can’t function without a bargaining chip.” To that, Sunday lets himself raise an eyebrow. 

“You compromised quicker than I thought you would,” he notes. “Unfortunately for you, it is a gambler that needs a bargaining chip, not a businessman. I have no qualms in giving you your gift money, but before that, I need you to tell me-” 

Suddenly, Aventurine gasps and takes a step back. His eyes glaze over, and he looks at the Halovian in confusion. It’s a look that appears real. Sunday’s halo glows a myriad of psychedelic pinks and blues and yellows and greens. Ratio must turn away to prevent his distaste from becoming apparent. Sunday is using the power of the Harmony.  

“What exactly is in the box that you have decidedly forsaken?”  

Sunday raises his arms reverently and looks to the ceiling. “Oh Triple-Faced Soul, please sear his tongue and palms with a hot iron, so that he will not be able to fabricate lies and make false vows.” 

“...What is this?” Aventurine shoots a glance towards Ratio, but sees his head turned. 

“Under the light of the Harmony, all wickedness is revealed. I implore THEM to shed THEIR light, and I’ll ask you questions on THEIR behalf. You have two minutes to prove your innocence and gain my trust.” 

“...And if I refuse to answer?” 

“You can certainly try – at your own risk, of course.” Sunday grins. “We’ll see if the Harmony rejects you.” At Aventurine’s decided silence, the sky-haired man begins his interrogation. Ratio turns his head back to the two men. Despite his disgust, he cannot help but be a curious man, so he watches. 

“Question: Do you own a Cornerstone?” he asks. 

“Yes.” The answer is immediate, almost as if it escaped Aventurine’s mouth before he had the chance to think about it. Not good. 

“What a simple answer,” Sunday states, nodding in faux approval. “You, too, understand that nonsense leads only to your expense. Let us continue.” 

“Did you hand over the Cornerstone to The Family when you entered Penacony?” 

“Yes.” 

“Does the Cornerstone you handed over to The Family belong to you?” 

“Yes.” 

“Is your Cornerstone in this room right now?” 

“Yes.” 

“Are you an Avgin from Sigonia?” 

What has that got to do with the current circumstances? 

Aventurine falters slightly at the question, clearly taken off guard. “Yes. Why do you know that?” 

Sunday ignores his question. “Do the Avgins have any ability to read, tamper with, or manipulate one’s own or another’s mind?”  

“What?” he barks out a laugh at the apparently ludicrous question. The action makes Sunday’s halo brighten and Aventurine winces before answering properly. “No. Does it matter?” 

“Do you love your family more than yourself?” Sunday asks, tilting his head to the side. These questions are getting weirdly personal. Ratio crosses his arms. 

“Yes.” An immediate answer. 

“All of the Avgins were killed in a massacre. Am I correct?” 

“No.” 

“Are you your clan’s sole survivor?” 

Aventurine hesitates. “...Probably.” 

“Do you hate and wish to destroy this world with your own hands?” 

A second hesitation. “No.” 

“Alright. Final question: Can you swear at this very moment, the Aventurine Cornerstone is safe and sound in this box?” 

A third. “Obviously.” 

Sunday nods. “Very well. I have no further questions.” 

Ratio gives out a silent sigh of relief. Sunday moves around the table and strolls towards Aventurine, his halo is so bright that even Ratio can feel it. The atmosphere of the room is suffocating in the will of the Harmony. The high-inducing rainbow of colours escaping from behind the head of Sunday is becoming overbearing for the doctor, let alone for Aventurine. He can’t help but feel pity for the Sigonian.  

Sunday halts a few steps away from the Stoneheart. He taps his finger against his chin as if pondering something. “You know, if there could only be one thing I detest in this vast Universe: it would be dishonesty, Mr. Aventurine.” 

Wait, what? That wasn’t what he was supposed to say. Ratio can’t stop himself from shooting a glance towards Sunday from where he stands behind him. 

“I- I beg your pardon?” 

“You know exactly what I’m talking about. You have been lying through your teeth ever since you stepped onto this planet.” 

“Well- yeah. I haven’t exactly tried to hide that. Isn’t that what your mind-fuckery is all about? To get me to tell the truth? Or are you just trying to show off?” he asks, subtly glancing at Ratio. “Or does your ‘power of the Harmony’ not work?” 

“I can assure you, the Harmony influences all. However, I will admit that I have hidden something from you, Mr. Aventurine,” Sunday replies, his wings pitching downwards a little. 

“Well, isn’t that a surprise,” the gambler retorts, evidently filling his words with as much sarcasm as he can muster. His knees buckle slightly, clearly struggling under the weight of the Emanator’s gaze. Ratio can’t look away. 

“While my powers of persuasion have every capability of forcing the truth out of your lips, I decided to do a little experiment to see if you’re capable of honesty of your own volition,” the angelic man says. “You apparently are not. Do you understand what I’m saying?” 

Aventurine stays silent. 

“I’m saying that I know that you’re lying to me.” 

Throughout this entire negotiation, this is the first time Veritas has felt fearful. The room becomes even more suffocating, if that’s even possible. He forces his own face to remain neutral. He plays the role of traitor in this grand play, after all. He must see it through for his companion’s sake. 

From where he stands, he can see Sunday’s shoulders shake. He’s laughing. He’s enjoying this. 

“I know about the Topaz Cornerstone. I know about the Aventurine Cornerstone. And, as similar as it is to your own, I know about Jade Cornerstone.” 

Oh. Shit. 

“How you managed to sway not one- but two individuals from a group as discordant as the Ten Stoneheart's to go along with your terrible plan is beyond me.” Sunday barks a loud laugh. “Truly, you are too much of a risk-taker, Mr. Aventurine. Now-” the man lifts an arm out in front of him, as if reaching for Aventurine from a distance. Ratio can’t stop himself from taking a step forward. He can’t let the man he cares for break in front of him. 

“Kneel.” 

His knees hit the floor, the full force of the Harmony crashing down on him. The scolding feeling of something forcing itself into his brain causes him to squeeze his eyes shut. He opens his mouth to scream, but it’s as if his throat has closed. Useless and silent. 

“What on earth are you doing?” The other man looks on, frozen. 

“You are not the only liar in this room, Aventurine.” He turns. “Come here.” 

He leans forward from where he kneels and falls onto his hands and knees. He crawls over to the Halovian, stopping only when his head almost hits Sunday’s thigh. He falls back onto his calves, looking up at him in pure disgust. 

“Don’t look at me like that.” His face is forced into neutrality against his will. “Let’s play a game, Aventurine. Tell me what your plan is and what Ratio has to do with it, and I’ll let him live.” 

From where he kneels, Ratio turns his head to gaze at Aventurine, unable to look at him in any way except for indifference. He’s fucking terrified, but he can’t make that obvious no matter how much he wants to. 

“Can’t you just force the truth out of me? Why not do that instead?” he asks, looking at his companion on the floor with an expression Ratio wishes he could mirror – fear. 

“That’s boring,” Sunday replies simply. His calm demeanour is steadfast but with a smile that is growing wider with every passing second. “I find this maintains much more efficiency.” 

Aventurine scoffs, still attempting to keep his act. “What does killing an Intelligentsia Guild member do for you that maintains efficiency? You’re mad.” 

“It maintains efficiency because you care about him, Mr. Aventurine. I see all in the Dreamscape. I see the looks shared between the two of you. The companionship you fostered in the short time of knowing each other. You may think you’re able to disguise your relationship with insults and petty arguments, but you cannot. It is frightfully obvious. Besides, you’re more likely to answer truthfully if the life of someone you care about is at stake.” 

“This is pathetic! He has done nothing to you.” It’s obvious that Aventurine is grasping at straws here. 

“You’re right. He has done nothing to me. He has lied and told falsehoods but only because you told him to. I have no reason to do this,” Sunday shrugs, his grin becoming a little too wide. 

There is an oppressive silence that follows. One that draws the line between predator and prey; master and slave; the controller and the controlled.  

“I’m doing this because I hate you, Mr. Aventurine. And you love him.” 

With that, an excruciating pain sets Ratio’s nerves alight. It rips through his mind and tears into his heart and lungs and stomach and extremities. His back hits the floor and he spasms where he lies, agony devouring his senses. 

Veritas Ratio screams. 

He is not a man that screams. Not usually. At pain he normally gives a small grunt and gives a debilitating glare to whomever or whatever caused him harm. Anything more would infer a weakness he doesn’t have. Not here. Here, his voice is guttural and raw and pitched and agonising. It echoes around the room and rises above the Choir of the Harmony that deafens everything else. His eyes snap shut so tightly that he sees stars dotting around in the darkness of the underside of his eyelids. 

“Open your eyes,” several cacophonous voices demand. 

He does, his eyelids shooting open through a compulsion that makes him sick. The psychedelic neon colours of the Harmony streak across his vision and blind him. He continues to convulse on the floor. The pain causes him to double over as stinging tears rip themselves from his eyes and smudge the red under his eyes. 

“Look at him.” 

His head snaps up and his eyes meet Aventurine’s. He’s frozen in place and looking at him in pure horror. Undoubtedly, he has been compelled to stay where he is, made obvious by how much his legs shake and his fingers twitch in futile attempts to reach Ratio. The doctor’s breaths come out in short wheezes, his chest rising and falling in quick succession as panic sets in his bones. While he is not a man to scream, he is also not a man to panic – it is a brief episode of intense anxiety that the brain concocts and transforms into a physical response. Ratio is a man of knowledge and has ways of stopping panic in its tracks before it takes root. In this case, however, knowledge is stripped of him and thrown out of the window. In a small corner of his mind, Ratio knows that this onset of fear and panic is caused by the effects of the Harmony. It is superficial. It is not real.  

But Aeons above – it fucking feels real. 

It carries on for what feels like hours. For all Ratio knows it could have been. If he was more cognizant, he would wonder what Sunday’s goal in this endeavour is. Is it to drive Aventurine into telling the truth? To prove a point? The answer to that is between Sunday and his Aeon. 

He’s sure he blacks out every now and again, the pain writhing across his spine easily becoming too much for his body. He faintly hears the calm voice of the Halovian above him standing resolute as he speaks to Aventurine. He can’t make out coherent words, but by what he can tell from the Stoneheart’s expressions it’s nothing good. He should have been sent to the waking world by now, right? That’s what everyone in The Family says happens. If you want to leave the Dreamscape, you can. You can wake up in your designated Dreampool whenever you want without hindrance. Or is Sunday stopping that as well? He doesn’t know if that’s even possible.  

It’s only when he is once again on the edge of falling out of consciousness that the power of the Harmony lifts from his trembling and fragile body. It isn’t slow like he expected it to be – but rapid. It is immediate and the loss of such a suffocating presence is almost as painful as it was before. He quickly feels arms wrap around him from where he lies limp on the floor, the familiar fluff of the collar of Aventurine’s coat warming his cheek.  

“I’m sorry, Veritas,” he whispers in his ear. “I should never have let this happen to you.” 

Faintly, the doctor hears the wooden door of Sunday’s office click shut. It’s then when he realises, he has been picked up and brought out of his room. Through pained eyes, he gazes at Aventurine. He then lifts a heavy arm to cup the man’s cheek, before slipping into unconsciousness for the final time. 

[buckybarnesss]

Something I think is interesting is how Stiles and Scott both have troubled childhoods but it's very under the radar. Almost invisible.

Physical abuse, like what we see with Isaac's dad, is very visible. Everyone sees it and says "yes that is abuse."

But Stiles being left alone at the hospital with his dying, delusion mother? Scott's dad being a drunken, violent mess?

It's hidden.

I think this is why the sheriff is so beloved: the trauma he caused Stiles isn't something easily recognizable unless you've had experiences with a parent who tells you to your face that you're a troublemaker. I think this is why Scott's instinctive reaction to Derek is so divisive: it's a trauma response that is going unrecognized because Scott and Stiles don't really talk about it.

it really does fly under the radar that each of the og main cast of teens are deeply troubled one way or another.

teen wolf gets dismissed so easily because it is a campy, silly show that isn't some high brow avant garde piece of television. people online only know it because of the shipping or because jeff davis isn't the best at understanding how time works.

it's also in turn dismissed because it's not buffy or angel and only see it as some emulation that only existed to try to cash in on the twilight craze.

which fair. i'm certainly not going to argue it's prestige television but teen wolf contains multitudes actually. it says something actually.

at it's very heart the show is about generational trauma and overcoming said trauma. it's about growing up. it's about grief. it's about loneliness.

teen wolf says "be your own anchor". teen wolf says the people you choose to have in your life -- your pack --they make you stronger. teen wolf says even when you are at your lowest you can still rise.

it's not perfect by any means but i think people dismiss it too easily.

it tried.

but no one wants my treatise on the underlying themes of silly ol' teen wolf.

scott and stiles resolutely do not talk about their respective issues. it's unspoken between them. they don't need to because they know.

stiles is actively and openly hostile to rafael mccall for a reason. scott is quietly radiating worry and concern when stiles appears to be losing it in riddled because he knows about claudia.

the parents aren't prefect in this show. they are various shades of bad parents.

knowing rafael mccall is an alcoholic that all but abandoned his family explains everything about scott's attitude and behavior towards derek in season 1 and 2.

(no really i need to know if rafael paid melissa child support because it doesn't seem like it. throw this whole man away.)

knowing stiles has unresolved grief about not just the death of his mother but from the trauma of her illness on the family explains why he is the way he is. (the stilinski's storyline is one of the best carried emotional beats of the show).

and it's not like it's just scott and stiles.

lydia's parents are in the middle of a divorce in s1, her father talks shit about her in the parent teacher conference in the tell. he's seen when she's in the hospital after being attacked by peter but he's never seen again after that. it's natalie we see tell lydia about her mother-in-law lorraine so it seems lydia's father had his own trauma and ditched his daughter. natalie is the only parent lydia has from s2 onwards and natalie is spotty at best.

i've gone over allison's abusive family. jackson has so many issues he became a kanima instead of a werewolf. kira has sooooo many issues with noshiko. malia's traumas have traumas. liam has IED and an unexplained absent biological parent.

even the parents have trauma. chris argent has gerard as a father. the man would sell him for a bugle chip. noah stilinski had an abusive father. melissa was in an abusive marriage with an alcoholic.

and of course the king of trauma on television himself -- derek hale.

not all trauma is seen and not all abuse leaves marks on your skin.

[pseudocyance]

intro to me I guess

My name is Cyan, my pronouns are they/moon/xe and im fine with any neos. I'm nb and aroace and a shit ton of microlabels. (Feel free to ask about labels you dont understand, I'd love to share)

I AM A MINOR so no inappropriate asks. Just don't be weird.

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Some of my sideblogs include:

@where-is-moonbig and @where-is-torchy (my whereis blogs)

@shitty-mcyt-doodles-daily

@cyans-ocverse-of-madness (my oc sideblog for oc stuff)

More after the cutoff

I'm in a ton of fandoms, here's some highlights:

MCYT, I'm in the hermitcraft and life series fandoms and am especially obsessed with TangoTek and desert duo

Portal, specifically Portal 2 (I live for Wheatley). I haven't exactly played the first game but I've watched some playthroughs oops. I'm also making my way through Blue Sky

Wings of Fire. Just because it's a kid's series doesn't mean it's not a masterpiece. I own every single official published book except for the coloring books. I like drawing dragons and I ship quinterwatcher. I am very very very obsessed with Peril, I don't want to admit how many times I've read book 8

BBC Sherlock ahhh im so sad I was too young when the initial craze happened since I would have been *invested*. Ask me about my ships if you want, I can ramble

Musical theaterrrrrrr

Idk ill add more when I think of it

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#my post - a post that's not a reblog. This will take a bit because I haven't started doing this originally

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#of soulsand and stars - my fanfic. Scarian/mumscarian. Scar switches places between 3rd life and hermitcraft 8.

#Cyan's who's that character gameshow - a game I play with some of my mutuals having them name characters is fandoms they're not in

I mention this a lot but my friend bullied me into getting this and now is salty that I have more followers on my sideblog than her's.

My name is PseudoCyanCe which I thought was so clever when I made it but nobody gets it so I'll explain. If you say it out loud (pseudo-cyan-ce) it sounds like the word pseudoscience and it also has my name in it. It's my name on most socials but I also don't have a lot of socials so don't go looking too hard.

PseudoCYANce is my name on mc if you ever see me on mcci!

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Stan and Soos having a moment

Um... was this a shipping request?

I couldn't tell because it was a bit vague what with no ship name, 'x' or '/' indicator, plus a lot of these requests are all pairings ^^; So I just kind of defaulted and went the platonic route

Hope this is still a good read for you!

A Guardian

Stan has to admit, he isn’t particularly fond of employing child labor to help out with his business (too many bad memories he’d rather not have), however it was really paying off for him in the long run.

Not only was he not having to pay what was considered a decent wage (more money toward the insanely expensive supplies for fixing that damned portal was always a win, he was getting too old to keep up the theft game like he used to), but he also found that…

The brat’s company wasn’t too bad.

Soos could be… a little weird from time to time. He obviously had daddy issues (who didn’t though?) and lacked an understanding of boundaries (a bit too familiar of a trait that reminded him of someone he tried his best not to think about too often when not perusing those frustratingly crazed scribblings of a ‘journal’).

But he was a good kid.

As good as a kid could come, he guessed.

Which is why Stan finds himself torn as he stares down at the little tyke who, rather than working on trying to fix the AC unit like he’d asked him to, is instead hiding his chubby face in the tops of his knees, sniffling on the brink of tears.

Stan looks awkwardly around, as if that will somehow magically make someone else appear who’d be more capable of handling this situation, before patting his hands stiffly on his thighs and letting out a resigned sigh.

“What’s wrong chick-o-stick?”

For a long moment Soos doesn’t say anything, only lets out a whimper, before reluctantly lifting his head as Stan takes a seat on the wooden step beside him (with great difficulty by the way, his back isn’t what it used to be).

The kid wipes his eyes and snotty nose with his arm, making Stan wince in disgust before murmuring, “Abuelita i-is in the hospital… she fell.”

Stan’s eyes widen.

He’s only met Soos’ grandma once, but she suffered from the same myriad of problems that Stan did, if not more. She cleaned like it was going out of style and always wore a calm and serene smile even when angrier than a bull, but she was as fragile as glass. The kid had told him how she’d dislocated her hip getting out of bed once, and ever since Stan has always made sure to roll out of bed rather than just jump out like he used to.

“Geez… that sucks.” Stan comments, not sure what more to say.

“Yeah.” Soos agrees, his tiny hands balling into worried fists.

Stan looks out at the forest, his eyes flickering between swaying branches and fluttering leaves as he asks casually, “So, you gonna visit her when you get off here in an hour?”

“No,” Soos whispers, wiping his eyes one more time before looking up at the trees too. “I’ll probably go home, maybe play more games while I wait for her...”

Stan frowns, his eyes darting down to the kid in confusion.

“Wait a minute, I thought only you and your grandma lived together.”

Soos nods, and Stan instantly feels a knot in his gut that has nothing to do with his digestive issues.

“Well then who’s watching ya?”

Soos doesn’t say anything.

Stan’s frown deepens. “You telling me you’re at home alone? You’re what… eight?”

“Twelve, Mr. Pines.” Soos mumbles.

Twelve is still too young in Stan’s book for a kid to be without supervision for an extended period of time. If he was closer to say, fourteen (like Stan was when he was first allowed to be home alone), then Stan would brush this whole thing off with maybe a pat on the shoulder and checking in on Soos once in a while with a surprise visit to his house under the guise of some convenient excuse.

But Soos isn’t.

And as much as Stan likes to think his heart gave out and withered away a long time ago, he can’t ignore how it makes him imagine all sorts of gruesome scenarios that could happen to the young boy.

The world isn’t kind, he knows from experience.

Stan looks up at the sky with a roll of his eyes before huffing, “Actually, I wanted to talk to you about somethin'.”

Soos looks up at him curiously, and Stan pointedly avoids meeting his gaze.

“Wanted to ask if you’d be up for doing overtime. Next week is some kinda golden week nonsense that’s sure to bring in tourists from outta country, and I could use the help setting up for it.”

“Overtime?” The confusion in Soos’ tone has Stan reluctantly daring a glance at him as he shrugs his shoulders.

“Yeah, extra work hours… thinking it might be an all day thing, go from five hours to twenty.”

It’s an insane and ridiculous leap of a work schedule but Stan is working with what he can, and waits for the kid to take the bait. 

Soos rubs the back of his neck. “That’s a lot of hours…”

“It’s temporary. And before you ask: I won’t pay you extra, and you’re not getting a raise… but I’d be willing to give you a break room.”

“Break room?” Soos echoes in an awed tone as he instantly perks up, his eyes lighting up at the thought of having his own space at the mystery shack.

He’s not surprised, he knows Soos basically views this place as a second home.

For whatever odd reason that is.

‘Too easy.’

Stan crosses his arms, biting back a smirk as he shrugs again. “Yeah, for taking breaks in, obviously. And for… I dunno, a place to take naps. You’re gonna be doing a lot of work so you might not get it all done during the day. There’s a spare mattress I could toss in for ya. Only rules I’d have for having it is no touching the Pitt in my fridge and no noise after eight.”

Soos suddenly goes quiet, and the look in his eyes… It's a bit too uncharacteristically perceptive for the little pipsqueak, as if he sees right through the older man and knows that this is Stan’s way of trying to keep an eye on him until his Grandma can again.

As if in defiance he silently tells himself and Soos both, ‘it’s only because I don’t want to risk losing the cheap labor, that’s all!’.

But the lie feels a bit bitter on his imaginary tongue. 

Stan fidgets but holds his ground, doesn’t dare say a word as he swallows thickly and tries to ignore how vulnerable he suddenly feels making an offer like this. It’s been longer than he can remember, the last time he tried to look out for someone.

Gradually, slowly, a smile spreads across Soos’ face. 

“Gee Mr. Pines! That sure is cool of ya! I’ve always wanted a break room!”

Just like that the tension breaks, and a feeling close to relief floods his chest as Stan grunts and he pushes to his feet. He absently ruffles the kid’s hair with a careless vigor Soos giggles under.

“Yeah well, don’t get used to it. Like I said, temporary.”

Soos looks up at him with an admiration that makes Stan subconsciously puff out his chest a little (despite knowing he doesn’t deserve it) before he pockets his hands and turns on his heel to head back inside, eager to get away from how awkward he’s starting to feel.

The decades old memories threatening to stir within him.

“Get to work on that AC would ya? Getting hotter than an oven in there.”

“Sure thing Mr. Pines!” Soos calls back before facing the surrounding forest again.

Stan pauses in the doorway as he hears what he’s sure Soos didn’t intend for him to hear under his breath. “Thank you…”

Those two simple words are like an arrow right through Stan’s chest, a breach in his carefully constructed walls. 

…when was the last time anyone had ever been grateful for him being in their life?  

Stan looks down at his feet, and allows himself one moment of selfishness, one split second of stolen and misplaced affection before he buries it again as he whispers back, “Anytime kid.”

And proceeds inside without another word.

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All Eyes Lead to the Truth | Triangle (6x03)

Nothing had gone according to plan from the moment the stranger stepped into the ballroom, peeking out from beneath the brim of a German officer's hat. Judy Montgomery had boarded the S.S. Queen Anne under the assumption that she would carry out her mission undetected. Like a ghost. But this strange man –whoever he was– seemed to know everything about her, everything that had happened and even everything that would come to pass.

How was that possible?

The pair of them ran pell-mell down the ship’s long vestibules, as if trapped in a maze, his sweaty hand wrapped tightly around her own. He’d told her she was the only person who could save the ship, and although she didn’t know why, something compelled her to trust the man. Besides, what did she have to lose? Her mission had failed, and German troops had boarded. 

In any event, the stranger seemed to share her distaste for Nazis. In these times, that was really all that mattered.

They ran down countless hallways and staircases, all of it feeling like some labyrinthine dream. But when they rounded a corner, there was a moment Judy felt something very real: a flash of unfamiliar imagery in her mind. American flags waving in front of a tall building, vehicles driving in front of it that looked nothing like the ones she was used to seeing. Most importantly, a woman who looked a bit like her, standing next to a familiar man. They were talking closely to one another like compatriots. Like friends.

Like equals.

“Come on, Scully!” he shouted, pulling her back to the present. What the devil was that? 

And who was Scully? It was like he thought that was her name, but it certainly didn't sound like any name she’d ever heard.  

She did her best to keep up with his long strides, and eventually he found a crew member exit, flinging them both out onto the deck. The chilly nighttime air stung her face but the stillness around them slowed everything down, which was exactly what she needed.

“What are you doing?” She wanted answers. She would go no further without them.

“Telling you how to save the ship,” he said.

“Out here?”

“I can't stay. I gotta get back to history. You’ve gotta rescue it.”

“What?” Back to history? This was some kind of joke, it had to be. She was staring into the eyes of a crazed lunatic who’d dragged her all over the ship, and for some reason she’d allowed it. She hated that, most likely, it was because he was so damn handsome.

“Wait, listen to me,” he said, grabbing her hand again. “The ship's been caught in something called the Devil's Triangle. Some kind of time warp.”

Judy had heard of this kind of thing before, but only from the likes of H.G. Wells. Science fiction. 

“Are you crazy?” she asked him, quite seriously.

“You know Einstein, right?” he asked. The idea that he’d listened to her and remembered every word she’d spoken made her want to listen, too. “He predicts the theoretical possibility. He also predicts an atomic weapon to destroy the world.”

“Yeah? So what?”

“If you don't go back and convince the crew to head back into the Devil's Triangle, everything Einstein predicted will become true, except for the outcome of history.”

She wasn’t sure what to make of all this, but what he wanted from her was simple and clear. “So… if I don't turn this ship around…” 

“In all likelihood, I won't exist. And neither will you.” 

Despite all her prior misgivings, she now found herself battling against her own impulse to believe every word this man was saying. And although the science was foreign to her, he was looking at her now with an expression she could definitely understand: it was yearning. A deep, passionate yearning she’d read about in books but one that, here and now, with this man, she had not earned. 

“So in case we never meet again…” he mumbled, and quite suddenly he was grabbing her by the neck and pulling her in to kiss her, his lips crushing against hers. 

A man taking a liberty such as this would typically provoke her to knee him in the groin, then punch him in the stomach, just like she’d been taught in her OSS training. But instead, Judy fell into the kiss, because something about it was magical– as if it opened a window into that other world, the one where she was his equal. And she found herself realizing that he didn’t merely resemble the man she’d seen in her vision moments ago; he was that very man, in what she now believed could only be the future, his future, standing closely to a woman who looked like her, just like this. Asking her to believe him.

Needing her to believe him.

Somewhere out there, in some other stitch of time, there was a woman of whom she reminded him: someone he cared about deeply.

Time stood still as they kissed, and somewhere in the furthest recesses of her secret heart, she wanted to keep kissing this man until the sun exploded. But eventually he let her go, and Judy drew back, struck dumb, wobbling a bit. As the real world shifted back into focus, her inherent sense of decorum took over and she popped him one, right in the kisser.

The stranger recovered quickly and smiled, touching his cheek tenderly. With a gentle huff of a laugh, he said, “I was expecting a left.” Then he spun around, and with no hesitation whatsoever, threw himself overboard.

Judy watched in utter confusion, tossing him a life preserver. She could not make heads nor tails of this encounter, but the one thing she knew with every fiber of her soul was that she believed him.

She turned and headed towards the engine room. Whatever it took, she would convince the engineers to turn the ship around.

Read the rest of All Eyes Lead to the Truth on Ao3

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Burn The Ships (4/?)

A HUGE THANK YOU TO @snowbellewells FOR THIS INCREDIBLE ART.

THIS IS/WILL BE MATURE.

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A slightly hysterical laugh slipped out before Emma could stop it. Captain Hook of "Beware the Captain" fame was her mate. He was the one predator that sent fear through the pack of twisted, cruel wolves who surrounded Pan. She had imagined him to be terrifying, more unstable and dangerous than the wolf she just escaped. Early in her captivity, she'd considered trying to contact him, but Pan's wolves were too loyal to him to allow her to slip any notes out. She had pictured a terrible, crazed monster, more menacing each time his visage crossed her mind. 

The man before her was stunning. He was beautiful rather than barbaric. The leathers he wore made her stomach clench, but not with fear. Although, she probably should not have threatened him on his ship, in front of his crew. 

“Sorry for all the…,” she gestured as trying to find a way to indicate their entire interaction up to this moment. She blew out a breath somewhere between exasperation and humour. “Could we possibly forget every moment leading up to this?”

“I could live hundreds of lifetimes and still remember in perfect clarity the sight of you storming the deck in my shirt, love. It is not a memory from which I am willing to part.”

When she didn’t seem convinced, he continued, his voice soft and encouraging. “It is a beautiful thing, Swan, to be able to fight after being a captive of that little demon.”

Emma wasn't sure how to respond to that. Her cheeks were burning with embarrassment and she felt exposed in a way she wasn't expecting. Hook, no, she remembered now that he'd introduced himself as Killian. Killian even seemed a bit proud of her. But, what did he see in the woman standing before him that would make him feel anything akin to pride? And, why did Emma fear she could only disappoint him?

"I didn't have a plan, I just knew I could not go back."

"I understand.” And the pain behind his eyes more than his words made it clear that he did know what it was like to be held against his will, subjected to someone else's whims. She had the strongest impulse to comfort him in that moment. But, she wasn't sure how. Or if it was something he would welcome. Did he want a mate? Even if he did want a mate, she didn't know that he wanted her to be it. Did she want a mate? What did they do next? Knowing they were mates did not make them any less of strangers.

"Would you join me back in the cabin to discuss things privately?" He gave her a shy smile and gestured toward the hatch she had previously stormed out of. "There's rum?"

"Yeah, rum would be great." Perhaps it would ease her nerves and help her wrap her mind around this new reality. 

§§§§    §§§§    §§§§

Emma sat a bit awkwardly on the edge of the bed. Killian leaned comfortably against the furthest wall, clearly granting her all the space he possibly could in such tight quarters. She noted that he’d ensured she was closer to the door and the ladder and was touched by his physical reminder that she was not being held here and could leave when she liked. Granted, her only escape would land her in the hands of a furious and unhinged wolf, but she appreciated having a choice in her circumstances all the same. 

“Why are you here?” Emma asked suddenly. 

“It’s my ship,” Killian answered with an amused smile tugging at his lips. He continued, the smile turning bitter, “I had to finish a contract I…inherited from my father.”

Emma’s heart broke for him, but he did not appear to want her to try to soften the hurt in those few words. Instead, she gave him something she knew he wanted, “My ex traded me to pay off his debt to Pan.”

Anger turned his eyes to ice in an instant and a growl rumbled through him that sent chills up her spine. The strength of his emotion loosened his control enough that she felt his wolf. The brief contact was intense. She could feel the heat of his anger and hear the violence he was planning for her self-serving ex before Killian snapped the leash back on his control. “Sorry, the telepathy bit is going to take some adjustment. I don’t want to force you into any decisions, but I want you to know that I am not planning to reject our bond unless we agree that is the right thing for us both.”

“I don’t want to make any decisions until we are out of this nightmare place and we know each other better.” 

“I look forward to getting to know you, Swan. As for the other, I have a plan.” He pulled out a vial of black liquid from his pocket, his expression serious as he crossed to her and dropped it into her palm. 

She tried to focus on the strange liquid, but their sudden nearness consumed her attention. Her gaze was on the vial in her hand, but her thoughts were of pulling him into her, falling back onto his bed, and claiming his lips with hers as his weight pinned her to the mattress. 

“Swan.” Her name was a plea and a warning. She looked up at his face- his eyes burned with desire for her and his jaw was clenched tight. She should probably feel embarrassed that she’d blasted her daydream at him, but his reaction only excited her further. She leaned toward him, eyes on his lips, and slid her hand into the pocket of his leather breeches, depositing the vial and dragging her hand out slowly, suggestively.  

“Swan?” Killian’s voice was a broken whisper. 

She grabbed his coat and kissed him greedily. Without hesitation, he kissed her back just as hungrily. His hand cradled her head reverently as his tongue licked and explored, his hook was a gentle pressure against her hip. In his kiss were the promise of safety and the hint of an unfathomable love that was, somehow, insanely, directed at her. She was sure she hadn’t earned such devotion. Hell, she’d just tried to steal his ship. But at this glimpse of him, of his love, she knew she wanted it and feared it all. She poured her desire into her kisses, devouring him as he teased and tasted her.

He broke away, his head pressed against hers, as they gasped for air. 

“Emma,” he breathed, “that was…”

“I know,” she smiled. His answering smile was a beautiful thing. He brushed his lips against hers in a chaste kiss. 

“I want to keep doing this, I do,” Killian murmured, “but, before we do, I need to be sure we aren’t rushing into this. I want this, you, but not as a one-time thing when you’ve just escaped Pan. I want to be with you when you know you want to be with me.”

“I…,” Emma started to say that she did want him. The taste she had of him was everything and she wanted more. But, it wasn’t fair for her to pretend she was doing more than reacting to physical needs. She could not promise him anything beyond this moment. She could not answer the deep well of love that she felt in him, yet. She needed time to know him, simply being his mate was not enough for her to let down her walls and let him into her heart. 

“Ah, I see,” Killian said sadly, kissing her cheek and stepping back from her reach. “Whenever you’re ready, love.” 

“I am sorry, Killian.” 

“No need, Swan.” Killian pulled the vial from his pocket and held it up, between them, “This is squid ink. It will strip Pan of his powers for long enough for me to make one strike against him. His pack of lost wolves will likely be here tomorrow to get back what he believes I have stolen from him. My crew is prepared for a fight, but Pan is mine to kill. And, this is how I do it.”

“The fight is over me. You have to let me fight with your pack.” 

Killian studied her face intently, “If you wish it, so it shall be.”

“Thank you.”

“Of course.”

“No, thank you for everything.” 

“Everything I have to give is yours, mate,” Killian answered. Then, he went on deck to prepare his crew for the upcoming battle.

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Little self ship head canon: Since I date Stan for quite awhile, and Mabel sees how much I love him, she bonds with me as best as she can: With boy bands.

Me: So this is Sev'ral Timez, right?

Mabel, pulling the CD out of the case and playing it for me: Yes! They are just the most adooooooorable guys. Too bad they only made one album, and became feral after I let them go.

Me: Yeah...Wait, what?

Mabel laughs nervously, and skims over my questions, casually putting the music on louder. Cute kid, but such a little shit like her Grunkle.

We play it 6 times on loop, until I ask if I can put on something.

Mabel: What's that?

Me: This? Oh, its The Backstreet Boys. Kinda like ST, kinda not. But I think you'll like them.

We listen for awhile as I hum to "As Long as You Love Me". Mabel turns it off after the song ends, and looks at me with her bubbly face all excited.

Mabel: This song was so sweet! I can see why you were humming along with it.

Me: Yeah, it kinda reminds me of your Grunkle. I guess I understand he did a lot of shady, not so great things in the past, but i know that isn't all him anymore. The way he treats you guys, his brother, his son, Wendy, and me, I know he's lovable, and I'm happy to love him. He's my little conman with a heart of gold.

Mabel, her eyes just brimming with happy tears: OMG, Stan would love to know that you love him so much! He's always worried you'll leave or something because of his crazy life, which is sooo untrue!

Me, shocked: I'd never leave! I mean, unless he wants me too, but I love him, so I wouldn't want him to be stuck with me.

Mabel, squeezing my cheeks in her hands, with full on eye contact: You. Love. Him?

I feel my heart drop into my gut: Uh, yeah...Why?

Mabel: He said you two dont say the L word. He didn't want to say it first and push you away! But you do! You do! You do! You do!

Me, pulling Mabel's hands down gently: I do, I do love him a lot. I try listening to this cheesy song, and build up the guts to tell him, but dont want to be coming on too strong.

Mabel furrows her brow, and smiles.

"You're exactly what he wants. I know you are. But, I got girl stuff to do, and sweaters to knit....Thanks for sharing music with me!"

She ran out of the room, leaving me utterly confused. She's one intense, love bound kid, ill give her that.

I really hope she doesn't say anything to him.

Many months later....

Soos: TIME TO INTRODUCE MR AND MRS PINES!!!!!!!!!!

Stan and I run down the walkway by the Shack, opting for a small little ceremony, with Ford officiating it, and either of the kids as our party respectively.

I look at Stan, looking as dapper and handsome as always, with a twinkle in his eye back at me, even as dusk sets in. I feel his thick hand squeeze mine, and feel the new band on his left hand. I squeeze and return the smile, and he takes my other hand, and nods to Soos.

Soos: Time to get this party STARTED!!!!!!

But first....My dad had something special to do.

Soos tosses a microphone to Stan, and he begins to sing:

"Although loneliness has always been a friend of mine,

I'm leaving my life in your hands..."

And he sang with equal amounts of nervous, cheesy, amazing, and suave all in one, and for a moment, it was just me and him. And it was everything.

He finished the song, and everyone applauded. Stan looked at me sheepishly, with his goofy grin: A little glitter crazed birdy told me about this song awhile ago. And it may be goddamn cheesy as all hell, but I don't care....As long as you love me.

I drew him in, and whispered "Always" before I drew him in for a kiss.

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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hi do you do regular ships? if so could I pls get a prune juice x yan!kouign? like excessively yan lol she murders everyone who even looks at the guy

if not, could I please get a prune juice x yan!reader? tysm ^^ I hope this request isn't too bad/hard

AN: I'M SO SORRY, I DONT REALLY KNOW HOW TO WRITE REGULAR SHIPS, SO YOU CAN JUST IMAGINE THE READER IS KOUIGN AMANN!! I MADE SURE THEY ACTED SIMILARLY ENOUGH. SHE EVEN HAS A SWORD. TY FOR THE REQUEST!! ♡♡♡

Prune Juice Cookie x Yan! Reader. ONESHOT.

Warnings: Gore, murder, stalking, manipulation, all that Yan jazz

-Precious-

There he was, sitting peacefully on a bench, unbothered. Smart, handsome, and perfect. He's so... wonderful. He is he greatest person to ever grace this planet. I must make sure nobody can taint him. He's my everything. My precious Prune Juice Cookie.

But who is she?

Why is that student talking to him? No, why is she even looking at him? I can't let her taint him. I'll deal with her later. For now, I just want to see him in all of his glory.

That laugh, that smile, those eyes. Why does he feel the need to hide them so much? They are the most beautiful things I've ever seen. Well, besides him. Nothing is more beautiful than him.

He is my everything. He is my heart, my soul, my reason to live. Without him, I have no purpose. I'd die if I knew I had to wake up and he wouldn't be in the same world as me. My heart beats for him and him alone.

Does he not understand this?

Oh look, that poor excuse of a being has left Prune Juice alone. And look at that, she's wandered off all by herself. Doesn't she know how dangerous that is? Oh well. I don't care. It makes my job so much easier.

I would smile as I walked up to her. "Hello!" I'd say cheerfully while waving to her. It was all fake, of course. I'd never want to smile for some brat like her. It just makes things easier when people trust you.

"Me?" She'd ask while pointing to herself.

Oh great, she's stupid as well. Actually, I already knew she was dumb from the moment she started talking to Prune. She's just so much dumber than I imagined. Who else would I be waving at?

"Yes, you. Can you follow me for a second? I need help with something." I would tell her.

"Oh, uh, sure thing.."

That was almost too easy. If she follows a stranger so easily, why hasn't she already been killed? She's begging for death at this point.

"Great." I grabbed her wrist firmly and lead her to an alleyway nearby. The smile I once wore was gone. All that was left was an expression of cold and silent rage.

It did not take long before we reached the end of the alleyway, and I shoved her in front of me ever so slightly.

"We're here." I told her.

"What are we doing here? I thought you said you needed help with something." She started to back away from me while looking around nervously.

Already has cold feet? She sure didn't when she went up to my most beloved.

"I do need help with something." I told her, taking out my blade and giving her a crazed expression.

"W- what are you doing?" She started to back away even more. Of course I expected something like this. It wasn't long before she hit a wall.

"Leave me alone, you freak!" She'd shout while her expression formed into that of fear.

That's the best thing she can come up with to defend herself? I swear, she's such an idiot. My beloved Prune Juice could have come up with so much better. And his expressions would be ten times more entertaining.

"You're so unoriginal. I've heard that insult hundreds of time."

"Why are you doing this? What did I even do?"

"...You're not very smart, are you?"

I would take my sword and raise it above her body, feigning a strike. She would raise her arms above her, as if that were going to do anything.

"You're not even entertaining. So predictable..." I'd click my tongue and sliced through her chest.

Crimson.

Everything was dyed that deep, blood red. My clothes, my sword, the ground. Her. This is what she gets for speaking to Prune Juice. She laid there with her body all limp. Isn't it pretty? How the blood shimmers when the light hits it. How you can see the life leave their eyes. How they react when they're scared. It's not as beautiful as Prune Juice, but still a thrilling experience nonetheless.

I'd start to walk back to my dorm room, evading everyone's view. I've gotten really good at that, since I've killed so many people.

I entered my empty apartment and immediately changed my clothes. Can't have Prune getting suspicious of me now. I would chuck it into the washing machine and switch to a fresh set. After, I would start to clean my sword. It's much easier to clean, being made of less absorbent material.

I'd sit on the couch, just wiping up some of the leftover blood. I managed to get most of it off in the first attempt, but it's always good to do a second just to be safe.

That's when the door opened, and my roommate would enter the room.

"I'm back.." They would say in a sad tone. He sat down on the couch next to me, not suspecting a thing.

"Ah, hello my love. You seem a bit upset. Is something bothering you?"

He's so precious, even while sad.

"I met somebody else today, and they said they would text me back immediately! But I've been waiting for three hours now, and there's still nothing. This always happens. Am I not likeable?" He'd ask while resting this chin in his hands.

Oh, he's upset about that. He usually is.

"Don't worry, dear. If they don't want to make the effort to talk to you, then they're the problem. You really shouldn't be bothered about what those types of people are up to. Just stick to the ones you know are good, like me!"

I leaned my sword on wall next to us and gave him a kiss on the cheek before smiling at him.

"I guess you're right." Prune Juice would say.

I'm always right.

"Now, why don't we cuddle? There's actually a new show we can watch!"

I would hold out my hand, which he took immediately, and lead him to our bedroom. We spent the rest of the day watching shows and cuddling. That's when I heard a washing machine do its little chime, although it was feint. It was the same machine that held my crimson stained clothes.

I'm sure if I told him one day, he'd understand. This is all for him, after all. I love him so, so much. If he loved me as well, then he wouldn't be mad.

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The Secret Admirer

Hello everyone!!! I am the secret gifter for @stfrancisprayer and I had so much fun writing this, especially since the 1980s is my favorite era, I decided to a modern take on Band of Brothers. Of course, no offense to the real-life veterans, this is only actor portrayal. I also created a playlist to go along with it. Hope you all have a wonderful weekend and enjoy!!!!!

Playlist:

May 18th, 1989- UCLA Campus, Los Angeles, CA

I listen to the Robert Palmer tape on my Walkman as I walk to my last class of the year. Thank goodness that we are done with our undergraduate studies. Now to enjoy summer with my friends and hopefully go on vacation. Well, I am just exaggerating a bit, I must find a job to pay for my schooling this coming Fall. I decided to take upon doing my master’s to be a history professor, besides I like talking anyway.

She's a craze you'd endorse

She's a powerful force

You're obliged to conform

When there's no other course

She used to look good to me

But now I find her

Simply irresistible

When I walk into my class, I turn off my Walkman and look to where I sit, I see a letter set on the desk and I smile to myself. I have been getting these letters for the whole year and I have been trying to figure out who has been sending me these letters. Rosie sits behind me and when she sees me, she perks up and smiles.

“I see you got another letter, asshole,” she chuckled, and I took my seat in front of her. “Who would admire your goofy ass?”

I chuckled to myself. “Honey, they do not call me George Luz for nothing. I got my charms, my looks. I am as handsome as Patrick Swayze himself, except for the dancing part of course.”

She rolled her eyes and was writing some notes on her binder. “Oh George, keep fucking dreaming you will be Patrick Swayze. The best I can give you is Tom Cruise and I rarely like the guy.”

Ouch, that kind of hurt.

“Anyways,” she leaned to look over my shoulder. “Are you going to open the letter or what? I want to know what it says.”

“Nope, you are going to keep writing your notes and leave me alone now. Since I am not good enough to be Patrick Swayze,” I stuck my tongue out and she flipped me off before I turned around and opened the envelope.

God if I could only figure out who fucking wrote it. Better yet typed it on a computer or typewriter. I miss how things were romantic back in the day, particularly how my grandfather would write love letters to my grandmother when he was shipped off to Europe during World War II. But I guess I am just an old soul.

I opened the letter and smiled.

My Dearest George:

I hope first that you had a wonderful year, with your family and your friends. There is not a day where I don’t think about you, wanting to feel your lips on my hot skin.. Ever since I saw you during a wrestling match back in high school, I knew that I wanted you to be mine forever. But I couldn’t find the courage to talk to you because you were always surrounded by these beautiful girls, vying for your attention. But this is the year that I have decided that I am not going to be a coward anymore. I am going to reveal myself to you at Rosie’s party this weekend around midnight. I really hope that you do not get scared or run away, but if it comes down to that, then I will accept my defeat and walk away. Sweet George, love of my life. I will be seeing you soon.

Love Always,

Your Secret Admirer.

I smile to myself and close the letter before the professor walks in. I feel a sensation and excitement, finally a year of torment of trying to figure out who it is that has been writing me these letters. However, I turn around to look at Rosie and she smiles at me while I smile at her back.

But why does it feel that I am cheating on her?

God George get out of your head, she will never pay attention to you, she is too beautiful for you.

“Okay class, let’s get ready for our exam today.”

May 20th, 1989-Beverly Hills, CA

Mother will never understand why you had to leave

But the answers you seek will never be found at home

The love that you need will never be found at home

Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away

Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away

I stand against the wall, drinking my beer as I watch Rosie sway her body along to the music with her other friend Karina. I smiled to myself because Rosie was always like that, dancing like no one was watching. Before her big transformation, she was always a quiet gal, always her nose in the books. She still has her nose in the books and volunteers at hospitals, the only thing is that she had a big transformation.

She was always beautiful though and sweet…

“Hey George, are you going to find your secret admirer?” Frank asked and I turned to look at him. Shit, I had forgotten about that, I was too entranced with the beauty dancing in front of me with her bustier crop top and her jeans, hugging her waist. Her beautiful, big brown curly hair. God those beautiful, brown eyes…

“George!”

I shook my head and took a sip of my beer. “No, yeah, I am going to go find her, it’s not midnight yet. I just, I don’t know, I feel that I am cheating on Rosie for some odd reason. You know I always had a thing for her. Still do.” Then I looked up and I saw that she had stopped dancing with Karina, and she was talking to the pretty, rich boy, Lewis.

God, I dislike him in more ways than one. He would always make fun of her and trip her when she would carry her lunch in the cafeteria. I was a popular boy myself, but my parents taught me better than being an asshole.

“Maybe it’s for the best you know,” Frank pointed out and then I sighed. “They are meant for each other, they are rich, she will never pay attention to us guys. Lieb has luck on his side, he managed to get Karina as his girlfriend.”

I watched Lieb and Karina smile and giggle at one another before heading upstairs to a bedroom and disappearing. Knowing that damn smile Lieb carries, they are not coming back down for the rest of the night. At least one of us is lucky.

Lewis then leaned into whisper in her ear and then she pulled away and threw the drink in his face. “You fucking asshole, I am not one of your damn whores for you to speak to me like that and in my house!!!!” She was about to walk away, and he pulled her close to him, shaking her like she was a rag doll.

I threw my beer on the floor and rushed to them, grabbing him by the collar and punching him in the face, knocking him down on the floor.  “Don’t you ever touch her again, you hear me, pretty boy?” I was about to grab him but then I felt soft hands pull me aside and then looked at me with pleading eyes.

“Calm down George it’s okay,” she whispered, and everyone was looking at us. “Come, let’s go upstairs and clean your knuckles yeah?”

I was breathing hard and then nodded. I followed her upstairs and into the bathroom, where she sat me on the toilet. Then she took out hydrogen peroxide and some gauze pads to clean up my knuckles. Smiling, I feel her dabbing the cuts on my knuckles and watch her do her work. She is going to follow in her parents’ footsteps in being a doctor.

“You did not have to defend me, George,” she whispered softly as the music blared a bit in the background. “I could have kicked his ass too.”

“I owe you one, for not defending you when I had the chance back in high school,” I said softly and then looked at me. “I would always see from afar and never do anything about it, even though my parents taught me better.”

She sighed and then bandaged up my knuckles. “It’s okay George, you don’t have to apologize, you are not the one that did the tripping or the horrible pranks. Besides, no one takes him seriously.” I study her face and count every freckle she had dusted on her cheeks. She looks so beautiful.

“So how is the search for your secret admirer?” she asked and crossed her arms.

Oh. That.

“Um, nothing,” he said softly. “I am going to meet her tonight, let’s see how this goes. I am going to meet her in the backyard, by the pool if that is, okay?”

“Sure, no problem, just don’t do anything weird, please? I want that image out of my head when I found you screwing that airhead,” she chuckled and shook her head.

God I was so embarrassed, I was in mid action when Rosie walked in on me in my room. I felt sad when she caught me, as if I cheated on her. When I found out she wasn’t pissed about, it made me sad a bit.

“I promise, pinky promise,” I smiled softly and hooked my fingers up with hers. We then headed down back to the party, and I asked her to dance with me.

I am a man who will fight for your honor

I'll be the hero you're dreaming of

We'll live forever

Knowing together

That we did it all for the glory of love

We started swaying around the dance floor and gently she laid her head on my chest and chuckled. “You know what, I was always dreaming that I would get my dance at prom, but all I did was sit on the bleachers. Thank you for at least giving me the Cinderella moment that I always wanted.”

I smiled at her. “I may not be Patrick Swayze, but I can dance at least a little.”

“You dance better than Swayze,” she said quickly, and I smiled to myself, and we kept swaying across the dance floor until the song was over. She looked at me with her beautiful eyes, and I could see adoration, and dare I say love.

Then again that could be my love riddled brain. “Well, its midnight. I am going to go and meet her and see what happens. Wish me luck.”

She nodded and let me go. “I wish you the best of luck George. I hope that you find what you are looking for. I will be seeing you later.” I nodded and headed outside to the pool area and took out a cigarette, waiting for her to come by. All I can hear is the crickets chirping and then I hear Lieb and Karina going at it upstairs.

“God yes baby!!!!”

“You like that huh?”

“God yes!”

I chuckled and shook my head. Jesus, those two can go at it all fucking night and yet not get tired because of it. Then again, I can tell that they love each other very much, just by the way they talk, the way they interact. God, I wish I did have that with Rosie. But whoever is my secret admirer, I will give her a chance at my love.

Blowing the smoke in the air, I check my watch and it has been ten minutes and she hasn’t shown up yet. Maybe it’s a prank from fucking Frank, or maybe Muck did it, they have been teasing me about my secret admirer ever since I ever got the first letter. God, if they pranked about this shit, I am going to kick their ass so hard, they will identify them by their damn teeth.

As I was about to give up, I heard soft footsteps walking behind me and tapping on my shoulder.

I turn around to smile at the person and when I see who is in front of me, my smile drops and I feel my body tremble, and my ears turn hot. From anger.

“You?!”

Rosie’s POV

Un señuelo

Hay algo oculto en cada sensación

Ella parece sospechar

Parece descubrir

En mi debilidad

Los vestigios de una hoguera

When I walk outside and tap on his shoulder, finally revealing myself after a year of writing to him, all I see is anger, disappointment. Karina even warned me that he was going to be pissed, not the fact that I am his secret admirer, but more the fact that I fucking lied to him about my feelings for a long time.

“You are my secret admirer?!”

Tears in my eyes, I nodded, and I tried to touch him, but he backed away, starting to pace back and forth. “You got to be fucking kidding me Rosie Mendoza, after a year and yet you did not have the balls to tell me that it was you?”

“I know and I am sorry,” I cried and tried to grab his hand, but he backed away from me. “I just couldn’t tell you because I was afraid, afraid of rejection. I was always rejected in high school, made fun of. You would see how Lewis would trip me, play fucking pranks on me. I honestly thought you were the same, that is, until I officially met you in our first year at college. I never seen anyone so nice to me, so gentle like you.”

He looked away from me and I blinked at my tears. “George, I am sorry I fucking lied to you okay but that does not take the way the fact that I am in love with you.”

Slowly, he turned around, and he also had tears in his eyes. “I have been in love with you since we were little kids, and when I saw you back in high school, seeing the grown man you have become, that was it for me. I thought also transforming from an ugly duckling to a swan would get your attention.”

A sarcastic chuckle escaped his lips and then wiped his tears. “That fucking never mattered to me Rosie!!! That never did, I never cared if you were ugly or pretty. What one falls in love with is this!” He patted his chest. “Like how I am right now!!!! Madly in love with you!!!!!”

I stood quietly and then more tears started streaming down my cheeks. “You think I gave a fuck if you were hot or not? All I cared about was what was in the heart, nothing more. I thought you were sweet, caring, never once did I care if you looked like a geek or a nerd. That is one of the things I love about you! You are a smart ass, telling people how it is. But I guess I was fucking wrong, you are nothing but a fake, like to play with people’s feelings. Here I was, thinking that I was cheating on you.”

I looked down and started sobbing. “You know what, I am done, I am done with this, I am done with you. Never fucking contact, me again. You hear me? You and I are fucking done, for good.”

Nodding, he walks right past me and leaves me standing there, alone by the pool. I lost him for good, and I deserve it. I wanted this to be on good terms, since I am leaving for Columbia University for medical school.

“What happened?”

I turned around and looked at Karina who looked disheveled. “You were right, and now he does not want to do anything with me anymore. That is fine, I guess. I will leave with no attachment, so I guess that is a plus.”

Oh I, I just died in your arms tonight

It must have been something you said

I just died in your arms tonight

July 21st, 1989

It has been over a month since we had graduated and yet, he hasn’t spoken at least two words to me, and when I would walk into a room, he would leave immediately. I know what I did was wrong, and I accept it.

You're the object of my desire

Baby, ignite my fire

Object of my desire

Hey, you really turn me on

I look around the room, filled with posters of all the actors I liked, like Patrick Swayze, Rob Lowe, Tommy Howell, Ralph Macchio and Billy Zabka. I smiled to myself, and the room that saw me grow up, that saw me cry. I am going to miss my family, my friends, and everyone around me.

“Amor.” I turned around and looked at my mother. “Karina and Joe are waiting downstairs for you; they want to take you out on your last night here before you leave. We were going to take you out to dinner to your favorite Italian restaurant, but I am guessing you want to spend time with your friends before you leave.”

I nodded. “Of course, just give me a few minutes to get ready and I will head right down.”

She closed the door behind her, and I sighed. God I am going to miss everyone and everything here. I have been to New York, and everything is so different from here. Maybe that is what I need, something different.

I put on my white and pink LA Gear sneakers and headed downstairs. “There she is!!! Future doctor in the house. Now what does the lady want to do now that she is leaving the best city in the world?”

I tapped my chin, feigning confusion and I smiled. “Please take me to In N Out, there is no other good burger and I want to go to the beach.” Staying quiet for a moment, I looked at Karina and she shook her head. “He is not budging, Lieb tried talking to him, Frank did too, even Muck and Faye tried but he is so stubborn.”

A sudden pain in my chest hits me but he is stubborn, he is not going to budge.

“That is fine,” I said softly and wiped my tears. “Let’s go enjoy our last night together.”

And that is what we did. We picked up burgers, went to the beach, and blasted music in the boombox. Frank was there, along with Muck, Faye, Penkala, even Toye decided to make an appearance. But no sign of George.

Dusk turned into night, and we had the fire pit going on while the music kept playing on the boom box. Slowly, everyone started to leave, and it was just Karina, Joe, and myself, sipping beers watching the waves crash onto the shore.

“I think it’s time to head out you guys,” I said softly and yawned. “I have an early flight tomorrow and I must get the penthouse ready before orientation begins. If you guys do not mind.”

Karina had tears in her eyes and then gave me the biggest of hugs. “I am going to miss you so much bitch. But I know we will meet again. You go out there and be the best of doctors.” Tears formed in my eyes and looked at her.

“You will be something too, you will see, won’t she Joe?”

“Hell yeah, I will make sure of it.”

We hugged again and cried until we couldn’t anymore.

Hours later

As Lieb drove me home, I looked at the moon and smiled softly. One of my favorite activities that I would love doing with George was sitting on his roof and looking at the moon, talking about its shape and color. We would spend hours and hours, until one of his neighbors would be a narc and call the cops on us.

God I am going to miss him so much.

“Okay here we are,” Joe stopped the car and then Karina got out of the car and gave me a hug. “I will see you off later.”

I nodded and then I backed away as she got into the car. She waved and I waved too before Joe drove off into the night. Walking in my driveway, I reach the front door and open it with my spare key my parents gave me.

When I walk in, I find them sitting on the couch and watching Unsolved Mysteries on NBC. I tried watching it with them a couple of times, but their scenarios and the music always haunted me in my sleep.

“Hey amor, had fun?” I closed the door behind me and smiled. “Yeah, sure did.”

They noticed I was quiet and didn’t want to push it any further. “Want to watch Unsolved Mysteries with us? One more try for your old man before you are stuck in the books all year?”

I sighed and looked upstairs then looked at my father’s pouting face. “Okay, fine, I will watch it with you guys. But if I get nightmares, it’s your fault.”

That night, I stayed up until about four in the morning and did not even bother to sleep since I was leaving early in the morning. I lay in my bed and wondered sadly if I would ever see George again. I really should have been honest about my feelings for him, especially knowing now he felt about me. But me, being a scared little girl, prevented me from doing that. I guess I was the one who judged people for who they were.

The morning came as fast as the night went and I had to get ready. By the time I reached my porch, I had the whole gang, except for George, waiting to say goodbye. I hugged each one of them, telling them that they could come and visit whenever they felt like it.

Once I arrived at the airport, I waited with my dad and my mom until they called my flight. I sighed softly and stood up along with them, then gave them the biggest of hugs. “I will miss you guys very much. Please when you can, come visit me, I get lonely.”

They both chuckled and they kissed me on each side of my face. “Of course, we are going to spend Thanksgiving over there and Christmas, there is no way you can run away from us. Plus, we can watch Unsolved Mysteries together.”

I snort and then let them go. “Of course we will it’s a date.” I sighed again but this time, I had tears forming in my eyes. “I will be okay mom, dad. Don’t worry, I will be fine. I will call you as soon as I get over there. Before they have me in the books and not enough time to breath at all.”

My mother wept silently, and my father had tears forming in his eyes, which was rare, if he cried, he never really showed it. The only time I have heard him cry was when he lost a young man due to AIDS complications; the young man died holding my dad’s hand since he had no one else. It’s one of the many reasons I want to be a doctor, the compassion and the willingness to fight for others.

They let me go and I smiled softly before heading to the terminal. I looked back at them one more time and waved at them before handing over my ticket. I walk towards the entrance of the private plane, and I feel tears welling up in my eyes. But I managed to put them at bay when the stewardess led me to my seat.

“Here you are ma’am.”

“Thank you so much.”

When I am about to sit down, I notice my Walkman sitting on my chair with a note on it. Me the curious being, pick up and open the letter.

Can’t forget this Rosie, oh and look to your right.

I look to my right, and I see George, smiling, walking straight towards me. I nearly dropped my Walkman to the floor. He stood right in front of me, and he looked like he hadn’t slept in days and dare I say, his eyes red.

And I know it wasn’t from the weed he would smoke.

My body, my whole being started shaking when I saw him right in front of me. “You were about to leave without saying goodbye, I thought we were better than that Rosie.”

“I know but you said you did not want to see me again, that we were done being friends,” I cried softly, and tears fell down my cheeks. “I know I should have said something about my feelings, but I was scared. I am sorry that I judged you.”

He smiled softly and then wiped my tears with his thumb. “Don’t be sorry, ever. I should have said something too.” George would look down then at me. “I guess you are really leaving huh?”

I nodded. “Orientation starts next month, and I need to prepare for the long hours.” I smile sadly and bite my lip for a moment. “Thank you for coming to say goodbye.”

A playful scowl formed on his face.

“I am not saying goodbye, I am coming with you.”

The Walkman hit the floor as soon as he said that.

“What do you mean you are coming with me?” I asked in disbelief but there was a hint of happiness in my voice.

“I got accepted into NYU to continue my studies to be a history professor. It was either stay home and continue at UCLA or NYU, I chose NYU to be with you.”

But how did he know I got accepted into Columbia? Then a smile crept onto my face, and I realized it was Karina the one who told him. I had known for months that I got accepted into Columbia but couldn’t bring myself to tell George. I saw them one time talking while I was studying in the library.

“But what about your family?” I asked softly.

He gently wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him. He would look at my lips and then into my eyes. “I guess they understand that when you love something, you got to fight for it and that is what I am doing.”

Before I could respond, he leaned his face closer to mine and captured my lips fully with his. It didn’t take long before my lips started to move gently along with his. The way his lips felt on mine, the way his hands held my waist gently, I felt a warm sensation pooling at the pit of my stomach. My heart warms with joy.

He let go of me and leaned his head against mine, smiling softly.

“I love you Rosie, always have and I always will.”

I smiled softly and brushed some of his hair off his head. “And I love you too George.”

We chuckled softly and then kissed again, but this time more passionate, with want. However, it did not last that long because we had to sit down and prepare ourselves for takeoff. We both laughed as we took our seats and put on our seatbelts.

“What about your living arrangements? Who paid for your ticket to come her…wait, were my mom and dad in on it?”

He nodded and I shook my head, smiling.

“As for living arrangements, I have been looking for some apartments and…”

I placed my finger on his lips and smiled. “No, you are staying with me and that is final.”

“Yes ma’am,” he said softly and wrapped an around my shoulder and then gently picked up my Walkman. “I made you a tape, and your parents gave me your Walkman, to surprise you. Here you are, almost leaving without me.”

I rolled my eyes playfully as the plane took off.

Whatever waited for us in New York, I was ready for it, whether it was good or bad.

All I knew, it was going to be the adventure of a lifetime.

What happened to them after this:

Both got married in 1991 and had three children, all two girls, one boy!!! George became a professor, and our Rosie became a world class surgeon just like mom and dad. They now have three grandchildren in the present time.

Songs used in story:

Simply Irresistible- Robert Palmer'

Smalltown Boy- Bronski Beat

Glory of Love- Peter Cetera

Corazon Delator- Soda Stereo

I Just Died In Your Arms- Cutting Crew

Object of My Desire- StarPoint

*Only two songs used in the story are in the playlist. The playlist is more of what represents their relationship. Hope you all enjoyed this story, thank you so much for reading!!!!! :)

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Round 2

Propaganda Under Cut

Yennefer

Constantly villainized because one way or another she gets in the way of a MLM ship (though at least one of them would probably be fine with a poly relationship). In the show version of her, her love interest bound her to him via magic, never told her until someone else brought it up despite it the bond causing them to meet over and over, her love interest didn’t understand why this upset her and brushed it off and still has never apologized for it because apparently it was the only way to save her life, she had better chemistry with Jaskier (the other half of the MLM ship) and had a semi-decent rivals to frenemies thing going on, the show took away her powers (which never happened in the books) to have her go on a pointless quest to get them back that worsened her relationship with her love interest because they had her try to kill her love interest’s adopted child (which now justifies why he doesn’t need to apologize of course), and all of that was after she’d already had an arc regarding sacrifice and how power wasn’t really what she wanted.

she's an incredibly powerful mage and drop dead gorgeous and deserved so much better!!! justice for yen

God forbid women do anything. She either gets hate or is ignored, really classic stuff. And she's Geralt's gf but you know, *gestures at geraskier*

Shinoa Hiiragi

The fandom hated her for getting in the way of Mika/Yuu (she had a crush on yuu). The rare times they didn’t hate her they made her into a fujoshi obsessed with shipping them which isn’t in character at all. In fact if you look at the owari no seraph specials she would ship yuu with kimizuki but no one even cares

One of my favorite characters ever forever and treated heinously by crazed fujoshis that hallucinated she was getting in the way of MikaYuu, which for the record she wasn’t! I mean even if she WAS getting between them it wouldn’t justify the crazy misogyny that got thrown at her but she had a ONE-SIDED CRUSH on Yuu. He didn’t even like her back. What was the issue, then? An unrequited crush is not going to prevent a relationship! Whatever I haven’t even told you about her. She’s Silly. She’s incredibly cunning and a great leader, in fact she is the leader of the anime’s main squad. She’s calculating. She’s a gossip and a prankster and a bit flirty and a bit mean-spirited and she presents herself in a Silly Goofy way, in part to cover up the amounts of angst in her backstory, like my girl has ISSUES. She even has an epic demon weapon that is better and cooler than most other demon weapons but if you ask any fangirl from way-back-when, she’s just a bitch and the personification of evil. and probably homophobic too, even though she has a girl rival-turned-friend which is the gayest trope out there. 

i still am completely fascinated by her character because the way she thinks and approaches things is actually pretty cool, and I thought her crush on the protagonist was actually handled pretty well, and she's pretty respectful/responsible about it. overall she's doing her best, and I love her character

[peanutbutterex]

🔪 gimme all your Roach thoughts

🐈‍⬛️ Frenchie too.

My two favorite characters aside from Ed!!!

Ok to start off with Roach. In an ofmd discord server i am it but has sadly died, I once got told I was protective of Roach. And I mean, this man is a world class chef in my mind and I see him as needing food to be perfect, so I will defend him on that. And with season two, he invented peanut paste, or peanut butter, which is what my url is named after!

Also his crazed love of torture is so lovable to me. I love a crazed character, and even rooted for him to be able to torture the hostages because he wouldn’t go all the way. And how excited he was to cut off Lucius’s finger was priceless.

He also has some pf the best one-liners. “Come back, this is all a dream, come back!”, “knives are knives, meat’s meat” “mm we’re tender as hell” “we eat, but how often do we taste” and those are just the ones that come to mind now. He is so funny and chaotic I absolutely adore him and Samba being such a gem definitely adds to it.

Oh Frenchie, where do I begin with Frenchie. The fact that the first piece of art that wasn’t a sketch from memory I did for OMFD was of Frenchie says a lot in of itself (should I post it here? I don’t think I did). I will say I am so sad as a witch with 3 cats that he would be afraid of me because he is someone I would love to be friends with!!!

To start off, I love his songs. I have the words to “To Death We Go” (the full version) memorized and have sang it a lot. Also the fact that he was willing to play his lute for Ed’s song is iconic!!!

This man is also so smart??? Like the ability to think on the fly and even more think of scams on the fly is soo impressive he needs so much more credit. Also he is the kind of guy who is always aware of what is going on. He is the one who asked Ed if the crew was going to live or die, he is the one who found the invitation to the fancy party, and unlike Stede’s first reaction was completely supportive of Ed after he got mocked at said party. Where Stede said “How could you?” Frenchie said “they’re such dicks about spoons!”. Not to mention he almost definitely helped Stede get the information necessary in order for Stede to get the aristocrats to turn on each other. This guy has such street and emotional smarts that he is such an amazing addition to the cast and why I wanted him to fill Lucius’s role for Ed in season 2.

In season 2 I was a bit disappointed that we did not get to see this supportive, aware, and emotionally intelligent part of his character as much, but I understand why. Ed was in such a state that Frenchie did not know the reasons behind and did not want to get killed, so he did not try to support Ed as much, which makes sense for his character. I feel awful that he felt he needed to lock away his trauma in a box in his mind because of how unhealthy that is, but I also am aware that the atmosphere of Ed’s ship at the start of season two was not the kind of place to talk it through as a crew, so I understand why he did that too. Still, he had enough of a heart to try and help Izzy instead of killing him when Ed shot him despite how awful Izzy had been to all of them in the past, which is commendable. And these traits that Frenchie has makes so much sense why Ed chose him to be the new first mate, along with how Frenchie has been supportive of Ed in the past.

I also find Frenchie’s superstitions to be kinda funny and cute. His explanation of women having crystals in their bodies is iconic, as is his fear of cats. It is also so endearing how he channeled his fear of cats, making the most iconic flag of the revenge in season 1, it being the one bloodied with Nigel’s blood and used by the British as a symbol of the revenge, using a witch costume for his costume in the fuckery in s1e6 with Wee John along as his cat, and then having a feral cat on his jacket and the new flag of the revenge in season 2. As a cat enthusiast myself, I love the cat motif with Frenchie and what it means to him. God I love Frenchie’s character so much, and although I do think Olu deserved to be captain after he was basically elected as one in season 1, my love of Frenchie makes me so happy that he is the new captain of the revenge at the end of season 2.

Now with both of these characters together, I personally see them as besties, along with Wee John. Their interactions with each other are so sweet and fun I only wish we got to see them play off of each other more in the show. While I personally ship Frenchie more with Wee John and Roach more with Buttons (i am sitting on a whole manifesto for this ship i just need to find the right time to post it), I do get very happy when I see ship art of these two.

I am sorry this is probably much more than you expected but I love these characters so much and I don’t get to talk about them enough so I had to get all of my thoughts out there!!

[northwest-cryptid]

I feel like the horror craze has sort of made a lot of people not understand that the point of watching/engaging with horror is to be afraid. Yea sure big scary monster is cool and stuff but the point is to be scared, which is why I like some horror more than others.

Cheap thrills like jumpscares are fine but short, all the tension and fear I want comes from the build up and like many say, that's just kind of cheap. It's fine but it's sorta like a fun sized candy bar, I'm not really enjoying the candy, I'm enjoying the idea of the candy; once I actually eat the candy it's quick and done and over and then I just kinda wish there was more candy.

I really love the whole concept of like, cosmic horror, suspense, long form drawn out anticipation but where the horror is there throughout and it's not just constant build up to the big scary reveal. The reveal doesn't necessarily need to be what's actually scary.

Let me use food metaphor again, if I'm like "oh hey this new Korean BBQ place opened, wanna go hit that place up and see if it's good?" You can use context clues and previous experience to know sort of what you're in for, and that's good because it means your brain is able to sorta think up what they might have available; you already anticipate what you want to order that's all good. Then when we actually sit down and look at the menu there might be stuff on there that you didn't anticipate, but most of the stuff you did is also there. So now you feel rewarded for putting thought into it, but the real interest you're going through is looking over the things that you didn't already anticipate. Once they actually bring out the food if it's really poor quality and doesn't do anything new, you're left thinking "man I wish we went to that OTHER Korean BBQ place it's way better." If they do too much new then you're left thinking "is this even still Korean BBQ? I mean sure it has some of the menu items but I've never been to a K-BBQ place where they have to golf your food onto your plate through a bunch of flaming rings, really cool they can do that but not really what I'm here for." However, if they do something unique with it while still having really good food you're left feeling like you got exactly what you came for, and that's good!

Notice how throughout the entire experience conceptualized here, there as constant good experience? It wasn't like you're driving home from work and see me on the side of the street holding a bag and I just chuck Korean BBQ through your window while screaming really loudly.

For me, good horror has set up and pay off that lasts the entire duration of the experience. It doesn't matter if it's slow to get to the monster or whatever, because I know going into it that I'm in for horror. I expect everything to sort of make sense and be important later. The first half of Alien is really slow but it's all set up and it's all perfectly fine. I actually really enjoy spending so much time with the crew and the ship in a more laid back peaceful setting because it means when they're running through the ship later on I sort of have some level of familiarity with it.

By extension a great horror game in my opinion is something like Outlast. I've gone on record saying that I never really feel scared of "monsters" when they're just people. Outlast is basically that, they're just insane people. Now the whole "is it really morally okay to depict insane people as horror" discussion aside, I really enjoy Outlast because it plays into one of my biggest fears which is generally that I was taught my whole life that you never take the Flight option when it comes to Fight or Flight. I grew up in a house where I was taught to fight from a very young age, everything from self defense to totally useless combat training I'll (hopefully) never have to actually use; because as many know I was raised in a cult who thought the whole world was out to get us lol. Regardless, I hate the feeling of being chased because it goes against everything I was conditioned for. Outlast gives me no way to fight back, and unlike some other games that do the chase horror really well, Outlast doesn't give me any reprieve from it, at least not noticeably. So I feel this constant sense of being hunted, or at least searched for. It makes me careful to open doors, scan my surroundings, and actually memorize the routes I've taken. It makes me think about where I could jump over something or which route has the most doors I can slam shut on someone. It even made me consider where I could make noise to lure people away from where I wanted to go.

My biggest issue with Outlast 2 is that it had more specific routes to take than Outlast 1. Almost every chase sequence, with few exceptions; was pretty straight forward. It felt like I was following a big neon sign that said "Climb this, run down there; hide under this!" Rather than crawling through an insane asylum entirely out of my element. Though I do enjoy it regardless.

I think Outlast vs Outlast Trials is a great example of what I mean when I say the horror craze has become more focused on "horror is fun and cool" instead of "horror is SCARY"

First off, I'm with my friends, second off; I have things I can throw at these guys, lastly they give me almost free reign of the entire location to jump over things hide where I want, and even sound traps to lure people away. Which becomes a lot less frightening when I know if I get grabbed my friends are right there to kick the fucker off me and help me up. Does this mean it's a bad game? Do I dislike Outlast Trials? Absolutely not! It's a great game, I love it! It's like GTFO but Outlast! However it's VERY hard for me to call it a Horror game. I seldom get to experience real horror anymore, primarily because I both enjoy it and don't enjoy it; so I tend to avoid shit that actually scares me too much; but also because when something does scare me it's usual for anyone in my friend group to distance me from it or ask if I'd rather not engage with it. It's not that I don't appreciate that, but it's hard to explain in that moment that "no this is what horror is supposed to be in my opinion."

[nikethestatue]

Honestly, I don’t think these ship wars are worth commenting on anymore. Half the fandom is somehow with all their chest citing evidence that has never been printed in the books (i.e. saw some random account claim that “Gwyn is from the autumn court as we all know” like what?? How ?? Who is we??), and the other half is clinging to their comfort character and willing to offer lulu baby foxy man his choice of women as long as it makes him happy 🥰🥰. And Yesterday someone commented on an elriel TikTok saying azriel said he deserves the third sister and when I told them that was incorrect, Rhys is the one who assumes this - they said “oh sorry, I didn’t read ACOSF, just the bonus chapter” like HUH??? You’re telling me you didn’t even read the book before polluting the fandom with more misinformation? And for all they talk about reading comprehension- they didn’t even read the one bonus chapter correctly either then??

What is the fuel to this madness?? I don’t understand. I’m over it. I will just wait patiently till 2025 and be ready with the “I told you so”.

I think people will still talk about it, because the takes will get crazier and crazier.

Like yesterday i read that when SJM was talking about mate bonds, she actually meant.......Nesta and Cassian??? Because Nesta is so unfulfilled with him, that she was going to renege on the bond and eventually break it, so she could leave Night Court.

Also, it was apparently about Helion and LoA. Though they aren't mates and no one's ever said that they were.

I think we'll keep talking about it because completely crazed theories are presented as fact. And what's actually factual, and not complicated to deduce, is made to sound totally improbable.

There's been about 50 mentions of 3 in the series. 3 Mountains, 3 brothers, 3 sisters, 3 stars, 3 trials, 3 circles, 3 death gods, and on and on. But somehow '3 brothers and 3 sisters is too cliche! and will never happen!" Or maybe, that's why all the 3s are in there--to lead us to the ultimate 3 x 3. But no. That's impossible!

So people will continue weaseling and trying to make something out of nothing. They'll re-read ACOSF for the 257th time and think that it will yield some new material. It won't.

SJM is a complex plotter but she is not complex with relationships. Her relationships aren't very mature and are linear. Sorry to say, but the fact that she's been with the same man all her life, and he was her first and only BF does show in her writing. Her couples are nice, palatable, plain. She doesn't even do triangles well--because there is always a clear winner, and one relationship always ends before the other begins.

So people need to just stop thinking that she is going all radical. That she is going to do 2 brothers x 2 sister, 1 brother x sister-in-law's bestie, 1 sister x a random guy she doesn't like, but who used to be best friends with her sister's ex, though the aforementioned 1 brother x 1 sister had the hots for each other for four books.

Of course it's madness, but if you read the Bonus chapter enough times and watch enough TikToks, suddenly it begins to make sense.

[s0lar-ch3ri]

im on a bit of an oliver craze as you might guess, lemme do a ramble!

first off, yes, the angst of ollie remeeting chip and seeing hes dead is juicy, but consider: ollie doesnt understand death. he sees chip, and doesnt think anything of the paleness of his skin or the veins more visible on his skin, the lifeless look in his eyes. "oh, the black sea must have been hell! i knew youd be fine, the riptide pirates always make it through!" hed tell them as hed hug chip, not questioning why the man who normally was warmer then most people from his magic tattoos was now feeling colder then ever. nobody has the courage to tell oliver the truth, his mom doing everything in her power to keep the two further and further apart. ollie cant tell why, and maybe another argument happens. (im writing this part as a lil mini fic dw, lemme just ginish this) chip, kind of literally, cant find himself able to tell him, jay would rather not worry him more then he must have been, even gillion doesnt say a word.

okay now the fic part (basically ollie and his mom argue and its like the first time all over again)

"What is so wrong? Explain it then mom, why is it so bad to tell my friends, who by the way, could have DIED down there, that I missed them?" Oliver was tired of being so clueless to all this, just being the innocent small child needing protection from the 'evil' world. Hell, he was for a while a fully grown adult! Ollie felt the tears stinging his face, and it made him remember what it was like on the Albatross, the waves hitting him slightly either from being too close to Marshal John's escape boat or being close to Gillion's magic. That's why they stung.

"I am trying to protect you Oliver! I haven't had you long and, and I don't want to lose you again! Just trust me, I'm doing what's best for you as your mother."

"WHEN NOBODY WANTS TO TELL ME SHIT, IT'S HARD TO FUCKING TRUST YOU, ISN'T IT?!"

"Oliver Teach! If you want to use that language, then use it in the room, your grounded!" Already, Ollie felt regret for his words, yet the bitter taste poisoned his tongue and filled his body as he climbed the stairs. He saw a glimpse of Erza walking out of her room before he closed the door to their room.

It didn't help that there was the flag of the Albatross in here and had the whole pirate feel. Grabbing a pillow, Ollie screamed more words that'd he get a talking to from his captains if they heard him. After a bit, Oliver put the pillow back on the bed, and looked out on the look out installed into the house for him to use. Furiously wiping away tears wanting to come back, he saw the night sky, and it of course happened to be a full moon. It was as though Lunadeyis wanted him to go see Gillion and Jay and Chip, and with a breathe in, he followed the idea.

With careful scaling which reminded him of Edison Kingdom (he'd have to tell Leon about this for sure), he managed to get down safely. As Oliver ran, he had thoughts juggle softly through his head. Maybe he should have used the window for a less scary experience, maybe he should have locked the door, maybe he should have listened to his mother.

They didn't fully register, not until Oliver had snuck onto the ship. Not before Ollie had climbed up the rope on the slide and onto the main deck. Not while he used tricks he'd seen Chip use to the best of his ability so Alphonze wouldn't be alerted (if that was possible). Only after Ollie had ran below and hopped into Gillion's old barrel did it hit him; it was like the first time all over again, except this time he knew what ship he ended up on, he knew he'd be safe, he knew he'd see his sea family if they left in the middle of the night.

Then the footsteps came. And they got closer. And closer. And Ollie wanted to tell them he's here and ready to rejoin them. He didn't want to be left behind, but maybe the fear of missing his mom all over held him back. Maybe he really was terrified and didn't want to stop being treated like a clueless kid. Maybe he was scared for what would happen if they found him and took him back to his mom all over again.

Of course, a figure opened the barrel, looking more exhausted then when he first saw him.

"Ollie?"

okay i was gonna add the comparison one to this but ill just put it in a reblog lol