#not like rudely or anything. just like. confused how i came to that conclusion for myself i guess

[yellowsubiesdance]

so my friend was driving around running errands w me in the car, and he drives stick shift. and i noticed he would wiggle the stick every time he stopped. so i finally asked him what it was, and after he told me about it, he was like “how did you notice that?? that is such a small movement, you Are autistic,” and i laughed so hard for like a solid minute, i cannot stop thinking about it

[taintedtort]

"i think i’m in love with you," kyotani blurts, not being able to hold the words in any longer. he’s blunt, he always has been, he always says what he’s thinking. well… unless you’re involved, you get him all tongue tied and soft. he hates it. for the longest time he didn’t know why you made him feel like this, but finally he came to the conclusion that he likes you, loves you, even.

your constant babbles and attempts to befriend him got on his nerves at first, but you stuck around. you kept trying even after he pushed you away and said mean things. you’re always the one that sticks by him and stands up for him, even when he’s done something wrong.

he hates feeling vulnerable or anything similar to it, so he took a while to finally accept that he has feelings for you. he wasn’t gonna say anything at first… but the words just came out, he said them without really thinking. he shakes himself out of his thoughts, waiting for your reaction with narrowed eyes.

you‘re silent for a couple seconds, just staring at him in… shock? surprise? disgust? he isn’t sure. he really hopes it isn’t the last one though.

"what?" finally comes your reply, your eyebrows scrunched in confusion. his heart immediately drops. he really messed things up. he mentally curses himself, feeling stupid for letting the confession slip out.

"i— nothing, i just thought… you felt the same. never mind, forget it," he shakes his head, his words a bit bitter. had he read you wrong? everyone on the team always tells him you obviously have a crush on him. he brushed it off for a while, but he’d held onto the hope… till now. he feels so stupid—

"no! i mean— yes! i do!" you suddenly blurt, your hand shooting out to grab his shoulder, forcing his attention back on you and pulling him out of his thoughts. "i just didn’t expect you to say that, i’m sorry," you apologize, feeling rude for your delayed reaction.

he stands stunned for a moment, not really sure what else to say. you like him back, that’s good… now what? a kiss feels like too much, too soon. he did just confess that he’s in love with you though… that was probably too soon.

"kyotani?" you say, pulling him out of his thoughts once again. he’d been staring dumbly for several seconds, and suddenly you’re much closer than before, your hand still on his shoulder.

"go on a date with me," he states, not even asking. when he wants something, he just takes it.

he watches once again as your eyebrows go up in surprise, but a smile quickly forms on your face. god, he loves your smile, he always has.

"okay, sure." ♡

☆ i love him, but no one really writes for him!! figured i would, hopefully some other kyotani lovers see this ^^ (i wasn’t sure how to end this, can you tell? lol)

[hannibals-favourite-meal]

Rick/reader/Daryl are a throuple and the Alexandria residents don’t know how to react.

.⋆｡Her Poor Cat｡⋆.

Daryl x plus size reader x Rick

Obviously the Alexandrians were pretty vanilla

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy and smut, bit of a crack fic, humour, fluff

WC: 900

Minors DNI

Library- @hannibals-favourite-meal-library

The welcome party was an interesting touch to the new-comers. It was so weirdly reminiscent of the old world with the nice clothes and good food and alcohol but at the same time, many in the room carried that haunted look in their eyes from the hell just outside the walls. But the food was fresh and the company was pleasant enough.

Carl had scrambled off a couple minutes ago, presumably to try and sneak some whiskey behind his father’s back, leaving you alone with a sleepy Judith perched on your wide hip. Her chunky hand tightly clutched at your shirt as her big blue eyes fluttered.

“Mama.” She muttered, nuzzling further into your hold. You gently cupped the back of her head and began to sway softly. 

“We’ll leave soon, just need to find your dads and make sure they don’t get into any trouble.” Your eyes skipped over the crowd but you were quickly stopped by someone coming up beside you.

“It’s so good to see healthy children during these times.” Deanna seemed less focused on you and more on the now half-asleep child in your arms, which you were incredibly grateful for considering that your poker face wasn’t as good as it used to be and she legitimately freaked you out.

Judith grumbled as you hitched her higher on your hip. “Judy is an easy baby, pretty much eats anything that gets put in front of her.” You chuckled and pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

“You and Rick must be very proud of your kids.” 

Your eyes widened. “Oh, it’s not-“

A strong arm was suddenly wrapped around your thick waist and you were tugged back into their hard stomach. The scent of cigarettes and motor oil filled your senses as Daryl’s lips brushed against your earlobe. You watched as Deanna went pale, obviously coming to her own conclusion about your relationship with the archer.

“I-I didn’t realise, given how affectionate you are with the kids, I thought Rick was your partner.” You could feel Daryl’s broad chest rumble with discontent.

“So what if he is?” The noise from the party faded away to a faint whisper as all eyes turned to you. Internally, you groaned, vowing to get some sort of revenge on your boyfriend.

“I’m sorry?” Deanna seemed genuinely confused but you knew that whatever was about to come out of Daryl’s mouth would not serve to lessen that feeling.

With your free hand, you dug your fingers into his hip, urging him to shut the hell up but like always, Daryl refused to listen. “So what if we’re both fucking her?”

And there it was. Your body sagged with embarrassment as heat raced up your neck, blooming across your cheeks. “You fucking asshole.” Your group all seemed to be holding back their laughter as the Alexandrians were suddenly incredibly uncomfortable. You heard Carl groan loudly from somewhere behind you. “Not again.”

“Both of them?” Spencer materialised beside his mother, jaw practically on the floor. “At the same time?”

Just as Daryl’s mouth opened once more to very rudely answer the mayor’s son, Rick’s hand on his shoulder stopped him. His grip was light enough to appear friendly but the way his fingers curled into his collarbone kept the other man silent. “What Daryl meant to say is that we are all in a relationship together.”

You then made the mistake of making eye contact with Maggie and Carol who both seemed to be on the edge of suffocation as they desperately tried to stop giggling. You glared at the women and got back a rather rude gesture from Carol that restarted their laughter anew.

“I think I need to get Judy to bed.” You tried to pull away from Daryl’s grip but the stubborn man he was, he just held you tighter.

“How does that work?” The question came from a woman towards the back. You could practically feel Rick’s smirk as he cleared his throat but very quickly, another woman decided to answer for him.

“Obviously they take turns.” A murmur of agreement filled the room followed by- “Oh her poor vagina.” This makes Glenn snort into his drink.

With a horrified look on her face, Deanna spoke again. “This is highly inappropriate.” Yet no one seemed to hear her because someone else piped up.

“I can’t believe that she isn’t pregnant all the time.”

“I think that’s enough of that! Thank you all for the wonderful party, but we really should be going now.” Your voice boomed, starling Judith awake but that was the least of your concerns at the moment. Daryl went easily enough as your fingers clamped down on his wrist and you pulled him along, although there was a prideful smile on his lips.

But Rick had other ideas. “It’s not like we don’t try every chance we get.” Faster than you thought you were capable of, you dropped Daryl’s hand and your arm darted out, grabbing Rick’s ear with a force that made him visibly flinch.

“I said that’s enough.” You snarled and tugged him towards the front door, Daryl trailing close behind you. “Goodnight.” The door slammed shut behind you, leaving behind a room full of stunned Alexandrians and your friends who were all laughing loudly.

“Well, I guess that cleared that up.” Deanna murmured and took a long pull of her drink.

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[bibibbon]

I don't know if it's just me, but I feel like there's a disturbing trend of people blatantly misinterpreting the LOV.

Someone on one of my posts (no hate to this person they weren't rude or anything) labeled Toga as a psychopath because of her hurting the bird when she was younger.

But this just isn't true.

(She could have ASPD. But even then, that's a stretch because the only symptom of hers that aligns with that is impulsivity)

"Psychopaths" (using this term because that's what they used) fake emotions, have difficulties forming emotional attachments, and lack empathy. That couldn't be further from Toga. Her emotions are almost always genuine, she VERY easily forms emotional attachments, and she's good at reading people.

(This would probably be closer to Dabi in all actuality. But even if it could be applied that still doesn't justify Endeavor's treatment of him)

But I feel like I see this with LOV critics a lot. People misuse labels and diagnoses in order to dehumanize them and justify how they were by society. It's irritating

Hi @sapphic-agent 👋

I think the misinterpretation of the league is something I have seen go both ways. I have seen people criminalise and dehumanise the league and I have also seen people babyify the league and their actions.

I think toga's behaviour and blatant hypocrisy is what makes her so interesting to me tbh. I just wish that the narrative would address it a lot more and maybe make her behaviour a bit consistent. For example we see that toga has a thing for wanting the blood of people that she cares for and loves (when she isn't fighting of course) so why don't we see her doing it with the league? I also wish that we got more of toga vs hawks since that was underwhelming and disappointing the only thing she done was scratch him with her knife.

I also love the type of imagery that is associated with toga. All of the death,blood and even cannibalism imagery that she has is well implemented into the story and I do think that the way her arc came to a conclusion was done well but like I said there are some more things I would of liked to see from her.

Heck even if toga is a psychopath then why should people have less sympathy for her? Her backstory clearly shows that it was society who influenced her to be the way she is and while yes she made mistakes and had done vile things she is also a victim the two aren't mutually exclusive and can coexist together.

I have seen other demonisation of the league and its probably Dabi and toga's demonisation that annoys me the most because most of them stem from discussions where their abusers are dismissed and all the blame is pitted on them when that's not the truth. I have seen horrible takes saying that dabi was just born evil etc etc while somehow giving enji grace in the same breath and they irritate me so much.

I must say that I do think there are some league members like shigaraki who are underdeveloped and who I was a bit confused on how they would get a redemption because instead of humanising shigaraki and having him gain a path into redemption so I wasn't surprised by the way his character arc ended but I was upset by it for sure.

[glitchedsoftware]

well its been long enough so here it is -

My personal thoughts and issues with Sammy Lawrences characterization in Dreams Come to Life

little disclaimer im obviously gonna be pretty negative in this so if you like the books good for you!! i just want to put my thoughts on the matter out there its just some silly indie horror game book and i wouldnt take others opinions TOO seriously lol also spoilers for dctl of course

also another little edit - a majority of this was written before the graphic novel came out,, not like that changes anything rlly just yk remember im exclusively talking about the original novel here

Lets start with the most obvious point first - the racism/misogyny

The idea that Sammy's racist and misogynistic mainly stems from two parts from the book - the part where Sammy refers to Tom by his first name instead of "Mr Connor" to which Tom replies quote "Not used to giving someone like me respect?" and the part where he refers to Abby by her first name with Buddy directly stating how he wonders if this could mean Sammy has some sort of bigoted views.

Now of course he does consider if this is just a habit of his, but it is pretty unclear if that's the case. This weirdly vague and ambiguous way of writing a fan favorite character to be racist and misogynistic is just generally very weird to me. Before anyone tells me I am aware of the fact a former kindly beast member claimed that Toms race had nothing to do with it and Sammy just said that because he's a repairman or whatever, but that still doesn't remotely change the fact that it can easily be read as Sammy being racist.

(Also even in said screenshot they said how could be easily interpreted as that. Also they didn't even write the book obviously so that whole point just falls flat.)

To be fair, there is a line from Buddys first encounter with Sammy in which he also refers to Joey by first name, which could imply Buddys other conclusion was correct and that its just a habit of his.

However, I'd argue this small details pretty easy to miss (even I almost forgot about it while writing this) especially considering the only other people he refers to by any sort of name was Tom and Abby. That paired with the other two scene previously stated still make this very easy to misinterpret and even considering this, very confusing on if Sammy was written with the intention of him being racist. Also Sammys bigotry in this book being conflicted by literally one word kinda speaks for itself. It's just super weird and definitely should have been handled better. If you don't know how to write topics like this with the amount of care they deserve then you don't need to write them. On another note, Sammy being racist or misogynistic just wouldn't affect the story or world building in any sort of meaningful way. Whether he was supposed to be bigoted or not, it has no bearing on the story or characters. Any time It's even slightly implied this could affect someone it's just super underdeveloped which makes this whole thing just feel completely pointless and unnecessary. It really does just come off like it was just thrown in there to "make it more realistic to the time period" instead of working it into the story in any meaningful way that actually works, or any sort of commentary on that sorta thing other than just "racism and misogyny exist".

On a related note, I saw someone speak out about how they interpreted specifically the scene with Tom to be intended not to show that Sammy's racist, but to show how Tom would assume that it was about his race considering he's of course a black man in the 1940s and has clearly faced discrimination over that before. I could almost see how that could be perceived, but that along with the part with Abby really makes me contemplate if that was really the intention behind that scene. Also, as I said before, it isn't really expanded on how that would affect Tom. I get that that could just be because Tom is supposed to be more of a rude abrasive kinda guy, I'm not expecting him to cry over it or something. I just feel it should have either been a bit more developed on, or not been there at all. I'm all for subtly, I love how the subtle misogyny is shown in BatIM with the Alice angel merchandise not selling as well as other products, but if that's what they were going for I think this was a bad way of doing it. If you wanted to portray how this kind of bigotry affects people, maybe choosing the rude asshole character who doesn't really seem to give a shit wasn't really the best idea. (Also who's in the games implied to be classist but that's a whole other conversation) Sorry for the little detour away from discussing just Sammy, I just felt it was important since I do get where that point was coming from, I just still feel like the execution of it all was FAR from perfect.

Also overall the idea that Sammy would be racist or misogynistic is just awfully misunderstanding Sammys character and it just really fails at what its trying to do. Sammy is shown to have had a genuinely strong relationship with Susie (whether you interpret it as romantic or not) and never shown to have seen women as less than, quite the opposite actually. I saw someone say Sammy being bigoted doesn't make sense because "he doesn't respect anybody" and I heavily disagree. I think it doesn't work because he does care so much about people. In the cycle Sammy isn't shown to be selfish at all, like he's not just trying to free himself but also others (albeit through sacrificing Henry, and even then describes that as seeming "cruel"). You know it's "he will set us free". Whether he himself knows or not, Sammy does care about people deeply so him being bigoted just really doesn't work at all.

I just generally thought the topic of discrimination was handled pretty bad. I could go on and on about this subject alone, but hopefully I was able to get my point across.

Now with that out of the way I can discuss just the general mischaracterization and demonization of Sammys character

This obviously being a more broad subject makes it a little difficult to start so let me just start with this- I believe that Sammys character get heavily dumbed down to just being an asshole. I of course have no problem with Sammy being a bit of a dick considering the sort of sarcastic tone he's shown to have had in certain audio logs, but the problem arises when that is practically all he is shown to be. Looking through every scene with him, all he ever did was just be super rude to everyone and eventually go insane and kill people and talk about worshiping Bendy or whatever with little depth. This, in my opinion, makes him both weak as a character and antagonist. I mean, Buddy only first met Sammy the DAY he got infected by the ink. He never even knew what Sammy was like before that incident which REALLY makes the line "I just know that Sammy isn't Sammy anymore" make no sense. Buddy never knew Sammy, he only knew the one dimensional character we got in Dreams Come to Life.

After looking through all of Sammys characterization outside the novels I can clearly deduce that Sammy was never even explicitly the sort of condescending asshole hes shown to be in Dreams Come to Life, but was just a bit blunt and stern due to the stress of working at the studio. I get that some people just chock up his behavior to the fact that he had been drinking ink at the time or whatever, but again the fact we're never shown how he was before that just makes this feel like overall bad writing to me. It just feels like a very poor attempt at writing Sammy that lacks any sort of nuance his character was shown to have. Characters have intended purposes, and I believe Sammys was to display a character who was so overworked it drove him to insanity. Part of the reason he even worships Bendy is just because the unhealthy hours he would spend working forced him to have to see his stupid face everywhere, not the whole ink addiction thing the book goes with. It's one thing to make him unnecessarily rude, but the thing is that they never really deviate from him being just that, which just left his character feeling very flat and lackluster to me. Buddy being an "unreliable narrator" doesn't excuse this both because Buddy only states that he sometimes forgets the order of events, not the actual events themselves, and, as I said before, it never deviates from this view of Sammy. I don't even think Buddy was supposed to be an "unreliable narrator" in that way as I've heard people excuse this for. If all of Sammys mischaracterization was because of that, than like half of the book would just be Buddy completely making shit up, which clearly isn't the case. The book just genuinely tries to portray Sammy in some of the worst light ever.

All that along with the the whole implied bigotry thing I just discussed really makes it seem like they tried dehumanizing Sammy as much as possible, which really goes against one of the core messages of BatIM. Sammy just being some asshole who got addicted to ink and went crazy because of it is FAR less interesting or emotionally compelling than him being an abused overworked employee and a prime example of what working at the studio can do to someone. Stripping him of that in favor of making it that he's always just been a total dick just completely misses a lot of the point of Sammys character and even BatIM as a whole. It's not just a game about "ooh scary ink" or whatever, it's also a game about corporate greed, capitalism and obviously how big corporations abuse and manipulate their minimum wage workers. And that's what Sammy is. He's not "evil" he's just a victim of a highly unhealthy work environment. Sammy being overworked to death (literally) is something that is barely, if at all, developed on in the book weirdly enough, despite being a very interesting part of his character that they had every opportunity to explore. It feels almost like they explicitly tried making Sammy so unsympathetic so he could be a more "evil" antagonist which, in turn, makes him a very poorly written antagonist lacking depth and completely missing anything that made his character so interesting. Again they just took Sammy being a bit irritable and sarcastic and wrote him as being a genuinely bad person, which really bugs me for sorta personal reason I'll get into in this next section.

Why this matters (to me)

I feel its of importance that I discuss how writing an implied mentally ill/neurodivergent character in such a demonizing way can, whether intentional or not, come off as ableist. TO MAKE THIS CLEAR I am NOT stating Adrienne Kress is ableist. This is overall just a much larger issue in general that definitely could have a discussion of it's own. However I will be briefly talking about it since it does unfortunately relate to dreams come to life.

As I said before, Sammy is a victim. Yes, he's still a morally grey character who generally does bad things with good intentions, but hes still a character. The way Sammy is shown to act and have acted in the past is very likely because he was mentally ill and possibly autistic. Taking an actually nuanced character like that who was clearly just extremely mentally unwell and writing it that he's some evil irredeemable asshole has always just rubbed me the wrong way. As an autistic person myself, I've always kinda had issues with regulating my emotions and coming off as "too blunt", so seeing a character who also has those traits be warped into being a "bad person" just. Really sucks.

When I read Dreams Come to Life, I had always sorta read Buddy as being autistic, all though this coding could have been unintentional. For instance, he's shown to not fully get some social cues and mentions feeling like people would kinda talk down to him for not getting certain things. This being the case really confused me for a bit as to why Sammy was demonized for also displaying traits of autism until it finally hit me as to why that is. It's likely because Sammy shows symptoms that are unfortunately far more stigmatized by society. Lack of emotional/impulse control can obviously lead to someone being more prone to lashing out than other people would, and I hate how just in general people or even characters who do that are labeled as "bad people" since that clearly isn't true. Again, he's not evil or whatever, he's just extremely stressed and overworked. That's all it ever was.

Sorry for getting a bit personal, in case it wasn't obvious I'm just very passionate about this character (and franchise in general) and just wanted to discuss how I personally perceived certain things. I'm sure I wasn't supposed to read into it THIS much and I know I'm probably stretching with this. Again, I VERY HIGHLY doubt Adrienne Kress intended for Sammys writing to be read as ableist, just felt like getting my thoughts out there (regardless of how insane I probably sound)

Conclusion

To sum it all up, I just found Sammy character to be heavily flanderized and lacking a lot of the things that I personally loved so much about him, as well as finding the way bigotry was portrayed to be very nothing. It just overall didn't build on what we know about Sammys character in game in any interesting way, at least to me. Despite how long this was, I honestly don't really mind people who enjoy the books, this wasn't some personal dig on anyone of course lol. Hell, I'm even friends with some people who like Dreams Come to Life!! I've tried putting different perspectives into writing this, and I've obviously concluded that this, on top of just a bunch of general issues with the book, have just made me personally unable to like it. I'm fine with people liking the books, however I do wish people would actually criticize them more than they do. Like, you're allowed to criticize the things you like, especially with a franchise as flawed as Bendy lmao

Anyways that's pretty much it. Thanks for listening to me ramble about this silly little series I'm hyperfixated on <3

[queenie-official]

Chapter Nine: ‘the uncovered Tragedy’ Bridgerton Au!Anakin

part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8

a/n: seat belts on everyone ☺️

Change was inevitable and you were now realizing just how quick it came. small things for starters, for example when you’d rung the bell in your room to signify you where ready to begin your day someone new had joined your morning routine, a stranger at that. see normally you’d only have Eleanora joining you this early in the morning to help you get ready, today however there was a man with her. he waited outside the door of course but as soon as you’d finished he was at your side in a instant. you tried to ignore him at first, he was in proper attire so he had to be apart of the castle staff. but as he followed behind your every move it was becoming increasingly hard to ignore.

you turn quick on your heel causing him to stop abruptly as to not bump into you. “who are you?” you did not hesitate to ask, looking over him suspiciously. the only thing that stopped you from reacting more drastically was knowing the guards would step in if anything was truly amiss. “my name is Braeden your majesty” he responded casually as if that was all you needed to know. “right…and why are you following me Braeden?”

“i am your Valet your majesty” you raise a brow at that “my Valet..” repeating his words and scanning your mind for what that entailed. “i am to be by your side always, 5 paces away whenever you may need me” he speaks up before you can come to that conclusion on your own. “hmm.. alright then” you say airily, pursing your lips in thought before continuing down the hallway. sure enough each small step you took wether it be to the left or right, front or back he mimicked. it was like he was your shadow, you didn’t like it.

“oh you have one as well” you say to Anakin as you peaked behind him. you had apparently woken up later then you thought, having to eat breakfast alone before you went off to find your husband. you’d found him walking through the halls reading a book, initially curious as to what he was reading until you heard a second pair of footsteps behind him. “what?” he asked confused as he looked up from what he’d been reading.

“a Valet” you answer and he looks behind him to the man you where staring at. “oh yea i met him this morning, his name is Rex” you weren’t sure what to make of this. having people follow you around like some kind of dog on a leash, it felt odd. “nice to meet you Rex” you greet the man and all he does is give you a polite nod, odd indeed. you take another step closer to Anakin and he raises a brow, silently asking what was wrong.

“this feels off” you whisper to him, it didn’t look like he understood your sudden discretion but nonetheless he went along with it. “i wouldn’t say off” he whispered back and you scoffed softly “then what would you say?” he takes a moment to look off to the side and think of a better choice of words, all the while Braeden and Rex now stand beside each other practically mirroring you and Anakin. “okay yea its off but not in a bad way more like just odd.”

“Exactly!” you whisper shout, you felt relieved to know you weren’t alone with these thoughts. “i feel like my every move is being watched” you add, looking behind you at the two men as you do. they stare blindly ahead as if took look over you rather then at so it seemed like they weren’t listening. “that’s because your every move is being watched” he pointed out and all you could do was deadpan at him. obviously you knew that but you meant it more in a ‘i can’t make a mistake they’re watching me so closely’ kind of way, at this point however you also knew that he probably knew what you meant but was just trying to mess with you.

“we are the king and queen surely we could dismiss them so they aren’t always so…” you begin, trailing off as you try to find the right words not wanting to sound rude but Anakin ever the blunt one cuts straight to the point “close” he finishes for you. “yes” you turn to the two men who continue to stand still, they both finally look at you ready to be called upon. “would you two mind leaving us, we are not in need of your assistance” is what you end up coming up with, it was simple enough and you figured they’d leave after that but to your surprise they remained.

“sorry your Majesty but it is our jobs” Rex was the one who spoke, the statement throwing you off completely. “but i am the queen and he the king” pointing to yourself and then Anakin as you speak. “yes and we are your Valet’s” he said it as if it where obvious why they couldn’t listen to your command and all it did was cause a furrow between your brows. “well as your king and queen we need you two to leave us be” Anakin tried this time as if the order would be received differently from him rather than you.

“For what your majesties?” Braeden spoke this time, they really weren’t going to make this easy.“this isn’t working” you don’t even bother whispering this time as you speak to Anakin. “not one bit” he sighs out, closing the book in his hands and letting his arms fall to his side. you both go quiet trying to think of something that might get them to leave.

“Braeden” you address your valet first and then Anakin’s “Rex” both men look solely at you now “i have stuff i would like to discuss with the king alone” you try, putting emphasis on the last word to get the point across. they still don’t budge, that was it. you grabbed anakin’s forearm and tug him along with you as you walk- or rather he let you pull him along to wherever you had in mind.

one staircase and a few long hallways later you were now at your fathers study, stopping just out front of the doors before you went in. “no you two aren’t allowed in here” you stop both men from continuing in alongside you “but-“ Braeden began and you immediately shut him down. “i said no, this is my fathers study no one is allowed in here unless i say so- I mean it” you weren’t going to debate this one, your fathers study was special to you. although it was yours you’d kept it exactly how he left it, a peace of him frozen in time and there was no way you’d just allow two strangers in there regardless of there jobs. “yes your majesty. we will wait out here then” Braeden said, accepting the fact you weren’t going to sway on this matter.

“good” you walk inside the room turning back just to see Anakin staring at you plainly rather then following along. “Anakin?” you raise a brow and he blinks a few times at you “hm?” you give him a tight lipped smile before gesturing into the room “oh” he quickly rushes into the study evidently he’d thought what you’d said applied to him as well.

“i think this is the best we’ll get when it comes to being alone for the time being” you close the doors to the study as you speak. “i feel like we should be allowed to dismiss them if we wish” he answers while looking around the room, taking in the new scenery before plopping himself down lazily on one of the armchairs. “surely we can, but what are we to do? have them taken away by guards.” he raises his brows up before shrugging “well it’s not like we can’t do that” you roll your eyes at his suggestion. “they’ve not done anything inherently wrong to us.”

“speak for yourself” he says whilst sitting up more properly in the chair. “Rex has wronged you?” you ask curiously and he sucks the inside of his cheek in thought before answering “he’s annoyed me since i woke up.” you snort, taking a seat in the arm chair beside him rather then at the desk “that is not the same thing” you laugh and he rolls his eyes “feels like it to me.”

“An-“ he cuts you off before you get the chance to speak your mind “what did you want to speak about?” the question throws you off and you have to think for a good minute to what he’s referring to “oh, no i just said that so they’d leave us be” you finally answer and he quirks a brow and gives you a sly grin “so you just wanted me alone then? you could of just said so, i would of gotten us away from them much quicker.” you blush at his implications “that is not- i was not-“ his smile grows as you stutter.

“what’s that? need some help finding the words sweetheart” he adds, only making it worse for you. turning your head away in hopes you could breath easier and form a coherent thought by avoiding his gaze, he just laughs. the urge to kick him out of the study was strong for a moment but instead you allow yourself to scan the room and look for something else to talk about, that’s when your eyes land on a specific stack of papers that still needed to be addressed.

“you know what there is something i’d like to talk about” you turn back towards him and he leans forwards more towards you. “brilliant as it so happens there is also something i’d like to talk about with you” you pull back a tad tilting your head in confusion at his words. “what do you want to talk about with me?” his face softens this time, turning to a more serious expression rather then his usual playful demeanor with you. “i heard from the staff that you never truly left my side”

“what’re you-“ he puts his hand up to stop you from speaking so he can continue “while i was sick.” he answers the question you where going to ask “unless i’m mistaken?”

“you… you really shouldn’t listen to gossip” you respond, looking down at your hand and twisting the ring on your finger. that just seemed to be the confirmation he needed. “you said it yourself the servants talk, and i may have been in a feverish state but i know i talked to you. saw your face. felt your touch.” he presses and your face burn more. “is there something you want me to say?” you huff.

“no your reaction is plenty, tells me all i need to know” he gives you a smug smile leaning into your personal space. “i have something much more important to discuss then my actions while you where sick” you quickly change the subject, and he sits back examining your face before nodding. “what’s wrong?” he asks completely switching to a more serious tone.

“i need your help convincing the council that a bill they want to pass cannot be allowed” you stand up and walk over to the desk, grabbing the papers you needed and holding them out to him. he pulls himself up, taking the papers and silently reading over them. “i’m not sure i understand” he says confused as he reads. “what don’t you get?”

“you’re the queen, if you don’t want the bill to pass then say so and if people get mad let them be mad” he looks up from the papers to you. “it doesn’t feel that simple Anakin” he was right of course and you knew that but something in you said going about it in such a way wasn’t the best decision and you trusted your gut. “no it is, what it doesn’t feel like is easy. which it won’t be” he corrects you. twisting the ring on your finger again and biting your lip as your go over his words. once more he was right but still…

you aren’t sure when he got so close to you but your chin was being tilted up and your eyes now met his. “if you need my support i am here, you do not need to worry about that. but you must realize you have a lot more power now than you did then y/n.” the softness and sincerity of his voice made you feel like putty. you could count on him and he was making sure you new that.

“thank you” he didn’t say anything after that instead kissing your forehead, a silent way of saying your welcome.

pretty much for the rest of the day you and Anakin worked together to come up with a solution that worked for you. writing speeches, practicing them. it was both successful and unsuccessful, at the end of the day you wouldn’t truly know if any of it worked until you tried. still you needed it to be perfect so even after you both turned in for the night you found yourself right back in your fathers study as quick as you’d left.

a knock on the door pulled you from your thoughts looking up from your desk as you tried to think who it could be, maybe it was Anakin and he’d realized you were back to work. “come in.”

one of the doors creaked open, unfortunately the person on the other side was not your husband. probably the worse possible person it could be was there instead. “Chancellor Valorum, what are you doing here at this hour?” your stomach twisted as you asked, this was weird and something in you was saying to run. you watch him carefully as he enters further into the room, closing the door behind him.

“i’ve come to check in on how your fairing with that new bill that was drafted” he answered casually, walking around the desk towards you. your body moved before your mind did, pulling you on your feet and putting distance between you both. “at eight?” you tried to keep the suspicion from your voice not wanting to read to deep into it, maybe you where just tired and your mind was playing tricks on you.

“well i meant to check in sooner but i was told you where busy with the king, how is he by the way? i’ve received word he got sick towards the end of your honeymoon” he didn’t move, instead he stayed still leering eerily at you. it felt like a monster looking at its prey, something was definitely not right. “…he’s fine, you saw him at the coronation” you force yourself to answer. “i did but looks can be deceiving” he shrugs, his demeanor switching to a more friendly tone. he moves back around the table and takes a seat in one of the chairs. he was completely playing of his previous behavior the smile on his face hollow.

“right, i’m going to be honest with you chancellor i find this meeting inappropriate. you could of waited till morning to discuss matters with me” you try to sound authoritative wanting to put him in his place but also remain professional. “yes but this is urgent, and parliament is breathing down the council and I’s necks. they want to know what your decision is” his face falls again, the constant switching of attitude truly unsettling you. “they will know when me and the king tell them” your voice wavers as you speak.

“you’re being exceedingly difficult about this, i have reason to worry you have your doubts about the bill.” standing up again he begins to walk over to you. “doubts is an understatement, i will not be approving of it. its vile- cruel even. to take away something they only just received” you argue, refusing to back down. probably not the best time to do this but you had to try. as Anakin said you are the queen. “better to get it done now while it’s still fresh than later when they’ve had a good taste of it” he counters and you can’t help but scowl. “i’m sorry do you hear the words coming out of your mouth?”

“i do, do you?” you wanted to scream at him, how could someone be so cruel. “Chancellor what on earth could you possibly want this bill to go through so badly for. i see no reason what benefits have you from this?”

“a lot of the kingdoms money is going towards providing free education to those lower class. money that we could be using elsewhere” you feel yourself physically recoiling at his words. “this is about money!?” you shout angrily. “you’re shocked” he scoffs looking down at you like you were a bug he could squash at any second. “Alderaan is not a struggling kingdom we have money to spare. what could we possibly need the money back for?” you retort and he rolls his eyes. “wars are not cheap your majesty.”

“we are not at war” you say incredulously and he smiles at you like a mad man “not yet” he quips. “we will not be having a War Valorum.” his voice darkens at that reply “Chancellor Valorum” he corrects. “well if this conversation proceeds the way it is i don’t see that title remaining for long.”

“are you threatening me your majesty” he stands directly in front of you now. your backed into a corner, the only thing you can do is cower or stand tall. you choose the latter. “i’m warning you, but you may take it as a threat if you please” you practically spit at him. “This is not how this works, you are to approve the bill. you don’t have a choice.” you push him away from you “i have a choice, I am your Queen!” you shout.

the anger on his face makes you regret your sudden burst of confidence but you refuse to show him that. “you’ve only just got that title if you disagree with the council and cause a fight you’ll see how easy you can be made out to be an incompetent Queen” he threatens. “i will not sit here and allow you to use me as a pawn for a kingdom that is not your own!”

“No! This is not how this works! i did not kill your father just for you to rebel against me.” he shouts back. you felt the whole world cave from underneath you then. the way it stopped so abruptly, like you’d run head first into a wall. your heart raced fast in your chest, you could hear blood rushing through your ears. “what..” you couldn’t believe it- you didn’t want to believe it “my father died from illness”

“did he? or is that how it was made to look.” you felt like you where going to pass out. “you…he-“ it was growing harder to breathe. “let me make myself Clear your majesty, if you wish to live a long life i suggest you rethink your current decision on that bill.” you felt your eyes burn as you watched him walk away “glad we had this talk” was the last thing you heard before the doors shut.

part 10

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and the pieces fall into place 🧩🤭 so much to unpack from this chapter 😀 anyways i hope you all enjoyed i won’t bother you with a long note because i want to know your thoughts 👀 love you all 💋💋 Xx<3

[kidrauhlschik]

1. Tangled Memories ~ Lee Know AU

Post Traumatic Amnesia (PTA) is a transient state of confusion, disorientation and memory loss that occurs immediately following a traumatic brain injury. PTA is sometimes also referred to as post traumatic confusional state and can occur from the moment of injury until the return of continuous memory.

The accident was a tragedy.

But it was the best tragedy to ever happen to you.

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This is part 1 - pt 2, 3, & 4 is in the masterlist linked above :)

Warnings: angst, f!reader, enemies to lovers, drunk driving, gaslighting, Fighting, yelling, cursing, angst, heartbreak, lies, angst, accidents, not proofread, minho is mean, lmk if I missed anything!!

Words: 3.5k

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Being late was one of your biggest pet peeves. One time when you were 13, someone told you that being late was rude because it shows no regard for other people's times, and for some reason, that just stuck with you. Ever since, you have never allowed yourself to be late to anything, no matter how insignificant it may be. This is odd, because you truly do not mind whenever someone is late to do something with you. Even though you find it annoying at times.

Times like today, when you have been waiting for one of your best friends to pick you up for at least 30 minutes, you do find it a bit bothersome. Waiting for Bang Chan is always a chore, how can someone be late to everything? You are halfway convinced that he was probably late to his own birth. Maybe he'll be late to his own wedding as well. You wouldn't put it past him.

19:38

Christopher: here

"Finally!" You say to yourself at the sight of the message, as you jump out of the couch and quickly grab your wallet and keys.

Much to your dismay, Chris isn't alone. The literal spawn of Satan and the bane of your existence sits in the passenger seat.

It's not that you and Minho casually disliked each other, it was more so loathing and pure hatred. It didn't start that way, but the relationship has evolved to a point of no return.

Before you met Bang Chan, you met Minho, and the two of you were in the same class. It was eight in the morning, and you could say that neither of you were morning people at all. During your first encounter he spilled hot coffee on you after bumping into each other. Neither had seen the other, him because he was looking down at his phone, you because you had your eyes glued to the flash cards in order to study for a test. It was just unlucky.

"Dude, what the heck?" You ask, while looking down at your spoiled shirt and cards you were holding.

"That was like $6 dollars." He points at the cup on the ground.

Did he want you to pay for it? After he spilled it?

"And this shirt was like 30 bucks!" You told him

"Oh yeah? Cry me a river dude." The two of you got progressively louder in your argument until class started and you both walked to opposite sides of the room, huffing and puffing, but not bothering to come to a conclusion for the minor inconvenience.

The next time the two of you interacted with each other, was a couple of months down the line. Luck has never been your strong suit, so you weren't even surprised when Minho was announced to be your project partner. However, close proximity just made everything worse.

Every meeting the two of you held, turned into a screaming match. The arguments were always blown out of proportion, most of the time they were over the font size, or the color of the slides, sometimes it was over who would speak when. It was petty, but neither of you liked the other, and you were both petty people. Once the project was over, you made it your life mission to avoid him and he did the same to you.

Once again, your luck showed its true colors when your new friend Bang Chan wanted to introduce you to his group of friends. The second the two of you walked inside of the pizza parlor, you heard a loud groan.

Looking around to see where the sound came from, you were met with the only person you strongly disliked at your university.

"Please don't tell me that witch is your friend." Minho closed his eyes, fearful of what he knows Chris' answer was going to be.

"The two of you know each other?" Was his response and that sparked the never ending rivalry that you both had to this day.

In your head, you attempted to be civil, but in reality, you kept on belittling him, and always disagreeing with whatever he had to say. He always did the same to you, but you were both Chan's friend's and neither of you wanted to back down.

If either of you had been more rational, or less headstrong, then everything would have blown over, but you and Minho weren't mature at all. A petty resentment ended up turning into so much more.

One day, he brought the whole group coffee, but forgot to get you one as well. So in return, you invited the group for a night out, and you forgot to invite him.

He made plans for everyone to meet at an arcade, but he told you the wrong address, and led you to the one on the other side of town. He bought a new speaker, so you stole it when Chris was cat-sitting.

When everyone was in the lake, he casually picked up your phone and threw it in the water. The next day he had a swarm of bees infesting his car.

The "pranks" as you two would call them, soon became so much worse. All bets were off the table. The guys honestly thought that the two of you were the unluckiest people in the world, they no idea that you were the cause for each other's misery.

He would see your car parked outside of a shop, and would casually slash one of your tires. Then he would wait outside and say something among the lines of "That's unfortunate." And leave you stranded. In turn, you would go to his place in the middle of the night and black out his car windows with spray paint.

It felt like the two of you were out for blood. You were always arguing, the arguments always hit home for the both of you, always targeting insecurities and sensitive subjects. You tried not to talk to each other when out with other people, but the second either of you made eye contact or spoke, a small bomb always went off.

The guys tried keeping you separated from each other, but at times, the task was impossible to maintain.

The issue was that the two of you were too much like each other. Both with iron walls incasing your heart, both with words like venom towards those who deserved it, both with eyes as cold as ice, and both with a burning fury that was reserved for one another.

Bang Chan would try to mediate, and get you guys to talk it out, he knew that if you did, you guys could be friends. Every time he tried, he'd end up having to put down a fire. The animosity was just too much, especially when neither of you could act like an adult and avoid conflict. So eventually, everyone gave up and viewed your arguing as the new norm.

"Why is he here?" You asked Chris as you climbed on the back seat.

"Why the fuck do you think I'm here?" Minho replies without taking his eyes off his phone.

"Someone called to get his car towed and he can't pick it up until Monday." Explained Chan as he began driving.

"Who would do such a thing?" Your feigned surprise earns you an eyeroll from Minho.

Neither of you ever told the true nature of your evil antics to the guys. The both of you actually cared about your friends, and you both were aware that if they knew, they would be pissed at the way you have been treating each other for the past year. Maybe they could let some mean comments slide, but nothing to this degree.

The car ride was mainly silent. Except for when you and Chan would be having a conversation and Minho would hop in with a snarky remark. When you arrived to Changbin's house, the area was neat and tidy.

Key words. When you arrived.

Now, there were cups everywhere, pillows thrown, liquids spilled, and much more. It's like a tornado had ransacked the place. However, it was no tornado, it was you and Minho.

The movie was long forgotten, and the rest of the guys were laying on the couch, scrolling through their phones, while waiting for the new argument to settle down.

It started over something stupid, as per usual, you had been sitting next to Jeongin. He was talking about the new Exorcist movie that was coming out, and you made a stupid joke about Minho being the scariest thing in the room.

Maybe it was the wrong day to mess with him, or maybe it was because his car was locked in a parking lot somewhere. One thing was for sure, it was definitely the wrong time.

He grabbed the little cushion nearest to him and chucked it your way with a little too much strength and it hit you straight in the face.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"It's just a pillow. Calm down."

So without giving it much thought, you flung the cup that had been in your hand towards him, spilling red liquid everywhere, mainly on Minho.

"Here we go again." Whispered Jisung as he pulled his phone out of his pocket.

"What the fuck is your problem!?"

And like that, a full blown argument started, it went from throwing things and yelling, to finally approaching one another and yelling in each others faces.

Every now and then Chan would tune in to the argument, hoping that it would blow over as soon as possible. He was annoyed, but he knew it was bound to happen, even though he hoped it would be a smaller argument kinda night. He cared so much about Minho and you, that's the reason he hadn't cut anyone out, but he had ran out of options. He knew why Minho was the way that he was, and he knew why you were just like him.

Minho had dreams when he was growing up. Dreams that he sacrificed everything for. He gave up on his youth to join a dance team in hopes to one day become a K-pop idol. He spent countless of nights practicing until the middle of the night. While everyone was out partying and enjoying their high school years, Minho joined a K-pop company and he had been close to debuting with a group. He trained with said group for years, and became best friends with them. Once they were at the end of the race, Minho was cut from the group and let go by the company. All of his efforts, years, blood, and tears, wasted. Now he had to watch his closest friends become global super stars and he had nothing. He isolated himself and gave up on dancing, he vowed never to dance again. He enrolled into university and built walls around himself. He hated himself, and Chan figures that he still does. Haunted by the shame and guilt of never being good enough, he became bitter and angry. He held so much anger in. It wasn't until he met a shy boy called Jisung, when things changed for him, but his walls were still up. Despite caring about his friends, his scars still ran deep.

Chan didn't know much about you though. You only ever allowed bits and pieces to slip through your fingers. Your guard was up too. Lacking trust on everyone, you barely ever talked about your past. Always telling Chan and yourself that it was your own burden to carry, and no one should bother with it. He didn't know much about your family, the only thing you ever told him was in passing when talking about Christmas plans.

"Are you going home for the holidays this year?"

"I have no reason to." You and Chan were walking to the nearest target to pick up baking powder to make cookies later.

Rubbing his hands together to keep warm, he looks at you in confusion. "To see your family?'

"I have no family."

The subject dropped immediately. He can sometimes see through the cracks though. He sees the way you never let yourself cry, and the way that whenever something bad happens to you, your smile falters but remains. He always questioned how much of your happiness was faked.

So Chan holds out hope. You and Minho were broken in different ways, but similar in many more things. The way that you are protective of the people that you care about is the same way that Minho protects his loved ones too. Like you two are afraid of losing and letting go. You had lost too much and you both refused to keep on losing more. You are both rocks, never letting too many emotions seep through. More importantly, you both carried the same anger. Probably the only emotion you guys show freely, both bold and unrelenting. When he introduced the two of you, he should have known that was introducing a hurricane to a tornado.

He is broken out of his train of thought by your voice.

"Let me fucking go!" Minho had your wrist in hand, presumably gripping it with too much force.

"You were going to hit me bitch." He was right, you raised your hand to slap him after a particularly nasty comment.

"Guys! Calm down! Minho, let her go." Chan got up and grabbed Minho's wrist in turn, but he wasn't letting you go.

"You deserved it asshole."

"Now I get why your family fucking left you." Ouch. He probably didn't know your story, it wasn't possible, but he probably came to the assumption that you weren't exactly close to your family based on the fact that you never talk about them or visit them. Maybe he heard one of the guys talking about it. Either way, it hurt.

"Maybe if you weren't such a dick, you would have actually made it in life, you fucking failure."

His expression falters ever so slightly. The action going unnoticed by the members who are either trying to calm or separate the two of you, but you catch it before he goes back to his stoic expression.

"Get the fuck out." Strangely calm, the change of tone almost gives you whiplash. This was eerie, there was nothing in his voice, completely void of all emotion. Even anger.

"This isn't even your house." Disbelief clear in your response.

"No one wants to hang out with a fucking whore that only came around because she fucked her way into the group."

"Minho!" Chan screams while still trying to get one of you out of the room, it was like separating rabid animals from one another.

You stood in shock. It wasn't true, but it somewhat was. You and Chris had a one night stand, it meant nothing. You two actually had breakfast the next morning and decided to remain as friends, but you were always scared that anyone would think that you had other intentions.

"You are truly fucking delusional if you think that any of us will still speak with you after college. I'm a fucking failure but at least I know I won't die alone like you. You're going to end up alone." Ouch part two. It's like he knows what he's aiming at.

Everyone in the room had their eyes on you. No one knew what to say. The insults never ran as deep, they were always over superficial things around them, but this time Minho wanted you gone.

"So maybe, it would be best if you grabbed your shit and left, because I promise you that no one here would follow."

"Fuck this." You didn't have to take the humiliation, and you couldn't allow anyone to see you crumble. So you take his advice and make your way out.

Everyone was in too much of a shock to prevent you from leaving. To you, that meant that Minho was right. They don't care about you and apparently no one does. Just like that, you're willing to let a year of friendship go down the drain. If they're going to leave you anyway, what's the point of sticking by?

Maybe you'll do them all a favor and disappear from their lives.

This wasn’t like you though. You’re able to brush off insults like dust. It wasn’t a big deal at all, it shouldn’t have gotten to you the way it did, especially because Minho said it. Maybe it was the mixed drinks that Hyunjin had been making you all night. Either way, you knew that you needed a second to clear your head.

It was dark outside. Traffic was aggressive and loud, but that didn't matter to you at that moment. Your own thoughts were more unbearable than any external factors.

Inside of Changbin's house, everyone was attacking Minho.

"Why the hell would you say that?" Said Jengin.

"That was fucked up Minho." Hyunjin said as he made his way to the kitchen.

Minho had to get defensive, "Did you people not hear the shit that she was telling me?! Why is it always "Minho said this, Minho said that" When that bitch is probably even worse than I am?" Through his rant, Chan could see a crack. The usual coldness is gone, replaced by desperation. Minho hated his own thoughts. Why were his friends not on his side? Why is he always the villain? For a second Chan sees an emotion that he has barely ever seen Minho wear, fear.

"Jisung?" Minho turns to Han, the name sounded like a question, maybe even a plea. If anyone were to be on his side, it would be his best friend.

Han stares at him blankly. "You took it way too far Min. Even for you, that was low."

"Even for me? You guys are making it seem as if I was a complete asshole!" Chan goes to put a hand on his shoulder but Minho is quick to shake it off. Avoiding is something Minho has always excelled at.

Overwhelmed by the situation, he also walks out of the door, he can't let them see him faulter.

As he begins to walk, he notices that if feels oddly similar to the night when he was kicked out of the company. It had been raining that night and Minho walked home. He felt that he wasn't even worth getting a taxi. The word "useless" replayed in his head that entire night, similarly to how he felt right now as he walked al the streets surrounded by people, but alone.

He thought of what he told you. He didn't regret it at all, but he couldn't get away from thinking, he might die alone too.

The relationship between the two of you had always been strange to him, to say the least. It's almost as if he was expected to hate you. To be honest, he couldn't quite remember how you guys met or why you hated each other so much. He just knew that you spawned into his life and made it hell, and he wouldn't go down without a fight. Just hearing your name brough him annoyance, like a natural recoil in his body runs away from you.

Maybe he hated himself so much, that when your eyes mirrored his, he couldn't stand it. Maybe the both of you saw everything you hated about yourselves in one another that you couldn't help but to fight back. Neither of you realized it though.

While Minho was trying to clear his head, he noticed something down the block. It seemed like emergency lights. Similarly like the cat in the saying, Minho got curious and quickly walked toward the hoard of people. After pushing through the bodies, he's met with a surprising sight.

It was you, on a stretcher.

His eyes wide with shock, wondering the area for a bit, trying to take the situation in. He looks around and sees a car, not far down the road, with a smashed windshield and blood splatter on the broken glass. A cop is restraining a man right beside it, who must have been the man driving. The people around are simply blocking space and gasping at the sight.

Minho wanted to hop in the ambulance out of instinct. He wanted to jump into action and tell the paramedics that he knew you, but he held himself back. You wouldn't want him there and he didn't want to be with you either. So he stood in place, confused and in a daze as he saw the paramedics close the doors of the ambulance and speed away.

It wasn't until the area started to clear out that his brain came back into focus.

Despite the knot building at the base of his throat, and his gut tightening, he pulls out his phone. With shaky hands he taps on Chan's name.

"Hello?" The heavy Australian accent is heard once Minho brings his phone to his ear.

"Y/N is hurt."

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A/N: This was originally going to be a big 20k word chapter. im excited to write it - it'll probably be a total of thee parts. Maybe two.

[kingconia]

Hello hello hope everything is going well today! May I request 11. From the prompt list with maybe Epel or Ace? Take your time and look after yourself yeah?

A/N: greetings. i hope that your day was fine as well. thank you very much =} i chose Ace for this one. i hope you don't mind.

ace trappola × gn!reader

11. ”I think you and I make an amazingly stupid couple.”

”I know! Our two braincells combined together make for quality entertainment and a unique kind of stupidity.”

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Everything started with Deuce's thoughtless remark about how strangely glued Ace and you seemed to be. Much like a pair of lovers. And though a sentence itself wasn't offensive—in fact Deuce didn't even realise what had he said—he should've know better than to bring this up in front of students. Because everyone know what happens, when a school starts to ship someone! It never ends!

A week full of jokes from others—because, of course, Cater managed to drag all houses into that mess—made Ace and you come to conclusion, that maybe, Deuce needs to be punished.

(In retrospective, you couldn't name at least one reason either why you thought it was a good idea, or why you chose Deuce from all the people.)

Nevertheless, all these events brought you to his exact point, where Crowley found out about your prank—that went wrong—and sent you to wash the floor in the cafeteria.

Oh, and Riddle put a collar on Ace.

So, yes, now both of you were useless.

”I can't believe that they are blaming us,” Ace groaned, leaning on his broom lazily, hardly making anything for an hour of being here. ”Like, they started it. Isn't it stupid?!”

You sighed in agreement, stopping your attempts to wash the floor.

”Tell me about that, Ace... And these rumours, don't they sound ridiculous?” You huffed, shaking your head. ”Like, I think you and I make an amazingly stupid couple, anyway.”

In a good way, actually.

Truth to be told, you liked Ace. At first as a friend, and much later as a, well, possible lover. You never admitted that aloud to anyone, not even to Grim—for better, probably—and after what happened, didn't even plan to.

You was kind of... Mad at Ace?

The thing was, when Deuce brought it up, he suddenly started to deny it so loudly and aggressively, that it actually seemed offensive. But you got the hint. Really. Not like you waited for your feelings to be returned, but...

”I know!” Ace nodded quickly. ”Our two braincells combined together make for quality entertainment and a unique kind of stupidity.”

”That sounds awful,” you said, rubbing your cheek.

”I actually find it hilarious,” he hummed, more thoughtful this time. His eyes fell on the window, instead. ”Such a shame we aren't dating.”

You stopped, confused. Was he giving you mixed signals or you were simply overreacting?

”Well, and whose fault is that, Ace?”

What should've been a joke, low-key turned out to came out as a genuine question.

”What?!” Ace choked on the air. ”Clearly not mine.”

Your willingness to apologise vanished instantly, instead, growing in a pure irritation. Like hell it wasn't his fault! Whose then?

”Are you implying on me, mister hey, Deuce, stop being such an idiot! Y/n and I are not dating?”

Ace frowned at you as if you just said something unbelievable rude.

”Yeah, because I was protecting your honour! What was yours justification for saying ”We would never”, though?”

You gasped scandalously. How dared he to assume that you would actually never date him?

”I was protecting your honour!”

Both of you made a step forward hastily, completely forgetting about the fact that floor was wet. Instead of continuing bicker uselessly, Ace and you tripped, falling on the ground with a crushingly loud sound.

You felt your chest hitting against a cold surface, and you only managed to cover your face.

”Fuck.”

You glared up at Ace, who felt on his butt, and now was groaning in clear pain.

For a minute, both of you were recovering.

”So,” Ace started calmly, first to break this silence, ”you like me, prefect?”

You sighed.

”Yeah... And you, Ace?”

You saw his round face reddening instantly at this question, and couldn't help but wonder if you look that embarrassed as well.

"Yeah... Same.”

”Cool.” You mumbled awkwardly.

”Cool.” He nodded, no less shy.

As your eyes met, though, the laugh escaped your chests, an absurdity of the whole situation dawning on you only now.

You spent a whole week, being offended by being called a couple—and, secretly, by the fact that both of you refused to be called as such—only to realise that you, in fact, were a couple.

How stupid.

”An amazingly stupid couple in the action,” Ace muttered, leaning to touch your hand.

You smiled, putting weight on him, to stand up.

As he helped, bringing you closer to him, in an attempt to hug, someone interrupted you with a sudden cough.

”I would appreciate if... An amazingly stupid couple will finish their cleaning in time.”

A smile disappeared from your lips, when you noticed Crowley, standing in the doors, studying both of you with a mix of amusement and disgust.

The silence was... Loud.

It became even louder when Ace reminded you that as soon as Deuce realises that he was pranked for nothing, an ice latte wouldn't be enough to save your asses from his rage.

Well. At least you were together in this, right?

[laylawatermelon]

I have thoughts about this ep...

(It's not good... But not bad)

911's writing of this storyline seems to be teetering in the wrong direction and it may cause a disconnect with some viewers.

Hi! I literally took a nap and woke up with an essay 🙃.

But let's get to the good stuff.

This season has been phenomenal. The acting and writing has all been consistent with the original past 4 seasons. (Season 5 and 6 were good just had a different tone)

This has been due to the show runner returning.

Now that we've gotten all the facts out of the way here's my opinion.

I'll be honest, the twin/lookalike story that came up is causing me to pull away and not in a good way.

If I objectively look at it as a fan this cones out of left field and may intrigue a set of fans. Those fans are likely in the higher age range. (Nothing wrong with it but just an observation)

(i keep up with updates online so it didn't bother me that much)

But for me as I was watching it and the scene came up and then The Grey's Anatomy came up I don't know why but a flash pinged in my brain of this feels like a Telenovela/Soap Opera.

And it is in fact a storyline commonly used or mentioned of the long lost twin or the doppelganger who's back to destroy, seduce, etc. to shake up the main characters life.

I will say that what 9-1-1 has been doing is a good job between toeing the line between supernatural and realistic.

This is leaning a bit to close to the former and can lose some people.

(i will say that this storyline isn't hitting like it usually does the others, even if I wasn't an buddie fan. Hell as an Eddie fan I'm still confused)

The tone of the show this season has been lighter so of course the storylines do reflect that.

My only gripe is what makes 9-1-1 compelling in the first place is the odd fact that the characters don't die and they're realistic (enough) in their cases and drama.

They're gripping enough that they can use these cliches to grip the audience backed by stellar performances and direction.

I just don't like the soap opera-y feeling I got from the trope. (Personal preference what can I say)

Now the next episode will probably expand on this storyline and will cause the conclusion to be touching and heartfelt.

I'm just a bit sour about the lead up to it because it's like oh this woman who looks exactly like my deceased/missing partner appears in the same vicinity as me (despite living in a very big very populated state) so I must get to know her better. I end up throwing away my morals and then something bizarre happens and then something else happens and I find out she's insert - (illusion/twin/stalker/literally anything out of pocket you can think of).

The audience swoons because of course she is (bad/evil/plotting etc).

It's not gripping me.

Emotionally however I'm intrigued how this will eventually effect Christopher as it he sees her he's screwed for life.

In addition to his dad talking to her in the first place, therefore unintentionally enforcing his women all leave/slight lack of respect for their feelings as they're replaceable (she would literally replace his mom in name and face) or disposable (Marisol as the woman left behind).

Yes Eddie's happy but he's also being more reckless than he usually is.

He's always been aiming to find what they had but his actions have implications.

(imma put on my buddie hat for a second this is all/j)

Like how he leaves his son with his dad and goes on a date with another person constantly. �� Rude

(no lie they are good coparents though even if they are platonic. They work better than some romantic straight families on tv)

Back to analysis mode though, this action has dangerous implications on both how relationship with Christopher and how he can harm him and eventually how their relationship can decline because of this.

It's not just the disloyalty to both his current partner and son but the example he'll be setting.

Chris probably may end up listening to Buck more as a result because he wouldn't/hasn't hurt him in the way his father currently does with this situation. For relationship advice and such.

Yes it's good drama (in an emotional/analytical sense) I'm just sulky about the telenovela feel of it don't mind me.

I'm positive their performances will make it lean more towards the procedural drama movie feel the show is known for.

Hell this had to happen some day right? The soap operafication of 9-1-1.

Hope is a beautiful ride at least. 🤷🏾‍♀️

(ps this episode was great all things aside)

[scaryspears]

I love 2013 Carrie

I have a few thoughts on the 2013 Carrie. I understand the dislike for 2013 Carrie, but I don't at the same time. To be fair, I was at least 8 years old when I saw the film and I had no clue that it was a book first and had 2 movies before it, but I loved the hell out of that film.

I remember the rage and relatability I felt with her character. Granted, it wasn't until secondary school that I was harshly bullied, but I still went through isolation and being berated for things that no one should've cared that much about (P.E, ect.).

Now to the films: In the 1976 and 2002 version, the prom massacre is presented in a way where Carrie loses her mind, the '76 (Spacek) seemingly hallucinating. 2013 everyone is actually laughing at her and Carrie consciously offs them. I'm not saying they deserved it but rent was due. As Shang Tsung would say, how deliciously cold blooded.

I remember finding out that people hated the 2013 version and being confused until I found out why. She wasn't accurate. Chloe Grace Moretz is very pretty, and she was a very pretty teenager (sorry if that sounds creepy). With the new found knowledge that I acquired it was hard to accept her as Carrie even though my 8 year old self had already accepted her.

According to Carrie | Anatomy of a Franchise (a youtube video), from what I remember Moretz wanted the role because of her sexuality, and that sense of being 'othered' from the people around her. Although I am not queer, I can understand this feeling of otherness. I showed that a person didn't have to be what society views as ugly to see themselves in Carrie, there could be anything about you and Carrie as a character could spark a mirror.

Looking back at the previous movies I can see why Moretz's version is not appealing to many people. Appearance aside, there was another thing wrong that I didn't realise until James A. Janisse pointed it out on his kill count. A normal girl acting like an outcast. Moretz didn't have Spacek's timidness or Bettis' shaking behaviour, nor did they attempt to make her look strange (dark circles under eyes, ect.). But the more I thought about it the more I came to my own conclusion.

At this point anyone can be Carrie, even though that's very far fetched. Hell, I would play Carrie if I was given the chance. I haven't read the book, yet, but I know Carrie's features. Some of them at least. She is plus sized/chubby, has pimples and bad skin. Sounds like me, except I lost some weight (according to my mum), and I wasn't really chubby. But my skin did occasionally go bad (my lips going monstrously dry and scabby during winter) and I have dandruff. My dandruff would build up and a bunch of tiny pieces would fall whenever I scratched my head, and get stuck under my fingernails. I would rarely cut my nails unless they chipped off by themselves somehow. I had bags under my eyes from lack of sleep. I still have pimples on my forehead.

I'm also a 19 year old (currently) who's been told that they look like 15 and have been confused for a 15 year old. I'm certain I could play teenager Carrie.

I know that's too much information and that it means that there was something wrong with me, in the sense that I wasn't taking good care of myself and may have been dealing with something mentally.

Why does this matter? Both Spacek and Bettis were past their early 20's unlike Moretz who was 15. Spacek and Bettis' appearance was nothing like the book's description of Carrie. Both are very skinny, with Bettis especially having sunken cheeks. But with this in mind it could imply that their movie versions were not very well fed, thus either highlighting the abuse from the hands of Margaret White or their low class background.

Ugly or not, odd or not, a person is still going to be targeted and othered. Spacek's Carrie is very beautiful, but she felt like a ghost in the mystical sense. Just there and seemingly existing, but being unfortunately disturbed by the ever so rude living humans. If you look at Spacek as an actress it would be hard to believe that she is Carrie.

The result of writing this: Something can be done and seen with any Carrie, no matter who she is.

I love 2013's Carrie. Another thing I really admire is the scene where Tommy asks Carrie out to the prom. It could be that cold tone that every 2010s horror movie had at the time, but it truly captured how unsafe and suspicious Carrie felt and how suspicious Tommy seemed. Tommy sort of had good intent, but he was being creepy with how persistent he was being. Something that isn't realised in the '76 film, considering consent wasn't much of a thing back then (major yikes). It was nothing sexual, but no means no and he kept dismissing that. Dude showed up to Carrie's house and everything. Also, he cheated on Sue with Carrie. Why aren't people irked?

[eunchancorner]

Random shit ft the WC crossover au, go

No one really knew where Giantstrike was from.

The first memory anyone ever had of him was when Holysnow found him wandering around outside of camp. It had been a clear, quiet, frankly boring day and the medicine cat had been looking for something to do, so he’d gone out to gather herbs, stumbling upon a kit nearly the size of him. The only reason he recognized the kit as such was because his paws seemed a bit too big and his ears a bit too fuzzy.

He had half a mind to leave the giant kit to fend for itself, but he also knew the warrior code decreed that he HAD to help him, so he led him back to camp to meet the Clan.

The kit later explained that his parents had gone missing one night, and that he’d been wandering around for a few days trying to find them, eating bugs and such to survive. When asked about his age, he said he thought he was about 5 moons old, as he’d seen the full moon about 5 times, but he wasn’t quite sure exactly how old he was.

Holysnow consulted the leader about this, and they came to the conclusion that the new kit could become an apprentice alongside the next generation, which were all due for an apprentice ceremony within the next moon or so. However, there was one thing left to do.

After a few hours of discussion, Holysnow asked the kit for his name.

“My name? Uhmm… I dunno… I don’t really remember… Mama didn’t call me much, I usually stayed right next to her, and I don’t think Mama and Papa talked about me,” he mumbled out, his voice, however gruff it may have been, still another clear indicator that he was just a kit. He probably wasn’t used to his name yet.

“Then we shall call you Giantkit until you become an apprentice,” Holysnow decided for the kit, before walking off to tell the leader.

“‘Giantkit’? ‘Apprentice’? What does that mean?” the silver tabby asked the other kits, crouching to get closer.

“Oh! I know I know! Most of us are named after what we look like! Like Muddykit and Lavnderkit, and me! Goldenkit! But soon we’re gonna be Muddypaw, Lavenderpaw and Goldenpaw, and you’re gonna be Giantpaw!” a yellow kit announced enthusiastically, bounding around as she motioned to her friends.

“Why are our names gonna change?” Giantkit asked, a bit confused, before a kit with a mottled brown pelt stepped in front of him.

“Because we’re gonna turn into apprentices! We’re gonna get to leave camp and hunt for the Clan, and fight off all the badgers and foxes!” he said, seemingly excited for the new title.

“Yeah, our moms said that when our kit fluff is gone and we grow into our paws, we’re gonna become apprentices! We’re all really close, and so are you, so you’re gonna become an apprentice with us!” exclaimed another kit, silver that looked almost purple.

“Ugh, do we have to become apprentices with him?” he heard a sudden, much snarkier mew behind him, and turned to see an oddly thin, lanky kit leave the den.

“Don’t be so rude, Stickkit, he’s new!” Goldenkit defended, running up to stand nose-to-nose with the other kit.

“But he doesn’t know anything about Clan life! That’s the point!”

“We barely know anything either, mouse brain, why do you think we become apprentices before we become warriors?!” Muddykit pointed out, standing beside Goldenkit.

Stickkit looked around for a moment before spotting another kit attempting to leave the den.

“C’mon, Ratkit, back me up!” he asked the black kit, but the kit just looked at him, tilted his head and left the den without a word, heading towards the small pile of fresh-kill near a cluster of ferns. Stickkit growled to himself before pushing past the other two kits and trotting over to a den bush, slipping under it.

“What was that all about?” Giantkit asked as the two came back over to him, tilting his head.

“Stickkit doesn’t like new cats, he thinks everyone who’s not a Clan cat is stupid,” Goldenkit explained, shuffling her paws. “He’s mean, I don’t like him.”

“Don’t worry, Giantkit, I’m sure soon you’ll know just as much as we do!” Lavenderkit assured him.

“Yeah,” Muddykit agreed, “One day, we’re all gonna be great warriors!”

-

“And you did become great warriors! You’re the best hunter in the Clan, Muddyspots is the deputy, Goldenscruff is super fast and Giantstrike scares away all of the big, scary animals because he’s even bigger!!” Skullkit cheered, pattering his little white paws on the ground.

“That’s right, and Sticksnap learned that cats outside of the Clan aren’t stupid; they just live differently,” Lavenderclaw added, looking over at Sticksnap and Velvetfur, “Didn’t you?”

The lean brown cat rolled his eyes, leaning into his fluffy mate. “I suppose I did…”

“See, you two? Everything works out. Giantstrike became a great warrior, and Sticksnap learned a life lesson. A perfect story!”

“But wait, what about Ratkit? What happened to him?” Pumpkinkit asked, “We don’t have a warrior with ‘Rat’ in his name now!”

“That’s…” Lavenderclaw thought, before sighing.

“That’s a story for another time, Pumpkinkit…”

[adelle-ein]

looking at a post that came across my dash...i've read about the ravelry accessibility controversy before and it's never honestly made any sense to me. if the movement was heavily co opted by terfs that makes honestly a lot of sense but idk. i'm digging and not finding anything conclusive. i don't think it was completely invented but i think some things went wildly telephone game.

it's always been so strange though, especially some of the specific anecdotes and how most people were never able to describe what was actually triggering or a problem for them. or when they did, they described things that are also applicable to hundreds of other websites that they claim to be fine with. it does seem like something psychological that spread very quickly through people that were already very antagonistic towards the site, and people get EXTREMELY hostile about it still to this day. like far more hostile then they get about other famous website issues and redesigns, it always feels deeply personal. i'm willing to buy migraines, headaches, even seizures - but not seizures literally only induced by one website without flashing images. definitely not the people insisting they went blind from the website or instantly have the only seizures of their life every time they look at a still screenshot of it. it's especially notable to me that no experts/neurologists interviewed were able to explain the whole situation. many of the loudest voices already had massive amounts of beef with the site or founders. and people on reddit are quick to link to extremely transphobic bullshit articles when asked about it which....

and then they recommend ribblr which like...even higher contrast and starts flashing wildly if you scroll too fast. i can't use ribblr without getting headaches personally as someone with all kinds of weird photosensitivity issues. and ribblr was founded right when ravelry got "political" and banned trump content which is sooo dubious. it just seems so deeply unserious and confusing.

probably a "grain of truth, embellished into an insane layer cake of lies" situation. like this isn't me saying ravelry is perfect or this was handled perfectly by the founders, but it's very jarring that people literally only blame the trans woman on staff. it's even weirder that when people say "look at the horrible shit she said!" they link to really innocuous "i'm confused as to how this is happening" quotes. like they (not just her) did say rude shit but people are equally angry about them saying "we don't understand what people mean and experts we talk to don't either" which is wild to me.

all that being said, website monopolies suck, but god people are REALLY weird about ravelry in really specific ways that definitely come across as targeted in a lot of cases. it's just a kinda dated website run by kinda annoying people, it's not anything near as unpleasant as the shit ribblr pulls with "renting" patterns and discouraging education/computer literacy...so many of these people are ao3 worshippers too...tbh i hate the Fiber Arts Community Drama like it's not cute or funny hehe knitting ladies getting mad. it's really quite nasty and unpleasant most of the time. you could not pay me to use those website forums or subreddits...

[fangirlies]

i dont want to be annoying, but now what do u think of the accusations? cuz the racist video was part of a role in a series, in the nude photos he was a minor and friends came out to defend him, but i dont know what to believe from the things he said and shared on his twitter lol i mean i make those jokes too, the same kind he makes, but its just that for me: jokes. thats why i dont know if its okay for me...? i dont want people to hate me for supporting it but now everything seems too fake to me, especially when the girl who started it all made videos on tiktok making fun of having ruined his career and wrote to someone on ig insulting, and finally, how she deactivated her account when everyone started exposing the inconsistencies in her story (later she activated it), so that makes me think about how strange everything has been 😭😭 especially when percy doesnt give announcements, but hes active on instagram (likes) and also that the cast hasnt stopped following him AHHH I DONT KNOW WHAT TO THINK i need my favorite writer to guide me pls pls and also sorry 4 the grammar im 🇧🇷 😭😭

Hi there friend!

First and foremost I’d like to say that when the news first came out about the SA, it did shock, confuse, and hurt me. I have stopped supporting artists/actors in the past for such allegations for obvious reasons, so obviously it was a natural reaction for me to no longer want to support someone with such allegations out there. However, I did some slight digging as we all did and informed myself about the allegations being tweeted and after just a few scrolls, I thought the whole thing was just strange. The story never made sense to me, the girls kept being rude to people who were asking normal questions to fully understand the story, the spread of his nudes as a minor?? It truly left me confused and so I stopped reading and interacting with such posts. I also thought it was strange people were going through his likes and kink shaming him for things he’s liked on ig before the accusations came out. And that’s my issue with ‘cancel culture’ they find one thing out and start digging for every and anything they could find to pin on a person and start building their own conclusions, hoping anyone would believe them. And people do.

Now, his use of the slur was wrong and I could never deny that. Am I a little confused about his lack of response? A little. But I do believe he was told not to comment on anything yet for whatever reasons, which at the end of the day was smart on his end because now these girls have twisted and rewrote their story— lacking credibility.

Although I’m not fully convinced about it all, I’ve made this account solely an xavier account and maybe some of his other characters too. I was and still am a little wary about adding his face to my pieces because I want to make everyone on my account comfortable. So if anyone has any issues with that, I hope they can privately reach out and tell me about it!

But anyway bestie, I mean this in the nicest way possible— don’t let me and my opinions steer you a certain direction that you’re not comfortable in. I have my own opinions that some of my other friends on here may or may not have and that’s fine! I still respect them and their decisions to either stop writing for xavi all together or to add his picture on their writings and what not. But thanks for reaching out, I hardly talk about it on here because at the end of the day, it’s an xavier account and my sweet little muffin boy did no wrong. I can happily seperate actor from his character but I can understand why some writers can’t.

Also, omg a Brazilian bestie?? I’ve heard amazing things about Brazil and dream of scratching it off my travel bucket list one day 😭 your grammar was perfect! Never apologize bestie!

[timeoverload]

I can't sleep right now. The medication increase has been making me feel like shit and I am wide awake. When I increased the dosage in the past, it has been in increments of 25mg. It is just too much for me at the moment. My heart is racing and when I get up I have a tough time keeping my balance. My stomach hurts so bad and I feel feverish. I have been sort of out of it all day but it's really hitting me hard right now. I wanted to go to bed early but I'm afraid I'm going to be awake all night. I have a feeling I'm going to have a long day tomorrow.

I think what I said earlier may have offended some people. I am bad at wording things sometimes. I'm not thinking clearly.

When I was referring to people not liking me, I wasn't talking about the people reading my blog. I was thinking about other people in my life like some of the people I work with. I should have mentioned that. I know that some of them do care about me though.

I know you all care about me and I know you wouldn't be reading my posts if you didn't. I didn't mean to be rude. I am very grateful that there are people that care enough to listen to what I have to say. It truly means the world to me and has helped me more than you think. Thank you for helping me stay grounded and snap back to reality. I would probably still be having an episode if you hadn't pulled me out of it. I don't want you to feel like your efforts have been for nothing.

Also, when I was talking about not knowing what I believe in, I was just talking about religion because this experience has been confusing to me. I'm not trying to say I don't believe in something. I guess I feel like my beliefs don't fit the mold of any traditional religion. I sort of have an aversion to church and stuff because I basically got sucked into what I consider to be a cult now when I was a teenager. I'm not trying to be insensitive or insult anyone's religion or personal beliefs. I respect that. I understand that people have had different experiences than I have had. I don't know how to explain how I feel to anyone. The past few years have been crazy and I never imagined that this would happen to me but I'm glad it did. It's incredible. You have helped me learn a lot. I know all of you are looking out for me. I love you all and I appreciate everything you have done for me.

I wasn't trying to be annoying by talking about being a good person. I don't want to sound self-centered but maybe it came out that way. I am just trying to be nicer to myself and think positively. I want to get better. I don't want to be self-destructive. I think the medicine will help. I don't want to be in a dark place anymore mentally. I hurt myself this week and I don't want to do that. I know better than that but I suppose I had a moment of weakness. I have been very mean to myself and I beat myself up a lot. I have to remind myself that I still have good qualities. I want to be more confident and I don't want to be negative all the time.

Maxwell, when I said I was hoping to get stuff done around here that didn't mean that I don't want to spend time with you. I really would like to do that and I hope you feel the same way. I would put everything off to spend time with you. I have been wanting to do that for a really long time. You are my first priority and you are more important to me than anything else. I just don't want to be pushy or anything. I didn't want you to feel like you were under pressure. I'm not sure what you have planned so I don't want to jump to conclusions. I really am looking forward to seeing you regardless of what happens. You are very special to me. I'm always excited to see you and I love you with all my heart.

I apologize and I didn't intend to hurt anyone's feelings. I hope you all understand. I am going to try to get some rest now. I still hope everyone has a good week and that tomorrow is a good day.

💖💖💖

[campbluelake]

the mind is its own place || the belovéd thrall || qna 2 || re: kyousuke, max, niko

What weird questions. Here she had been figuring she would only be answering questions about Hell or demons or magic or whatnot, but it seems like the people here are more concerned with things she personally doesn’t find that important. Then again, they’d gotten a bit personal with Malyce, too, hadn’t they? So, it’s only fair.

She frowns at Kyousuke’s first question, claws digging briefly into the tree branch her hands rest on. With a short gasp and some muttering to herself, the shallow gouges close themselves up.

“...collapsing buildings. Musket shots. Gunfire. A whole bunch of not nice things. That’s what they sound like. I never got the appeal of them…figures they’d make a whole holiday about them the day after…”

Abbie pouts.

“I just stay in Hell on July 4th. It sucks anyway.”

Seriously, leave it to America to come up with a holiday where all they do is have bonfires and fireworks the day after a day when she really doesn’t want to think about any of those things. Couldn’t they have at least gone for something more fun? Like anything else?

Moving on from that, she smiles again with the dour mood the previous question put her in seemingly evaporating after another moment of staring off into space at nothing. 

“Well, it’s not like I don’t give them the option to leave if they wanna, but no one ever does, sooooo…You’re acting like I’m some sort of prison warden or something, but, if one of my friends told me they didn’t wanna be here anymore, then I’d let them go, but no one ever does. ‘Cuz no one had anyone outside worth going back to. We’ve made a family for ourselves here--a community.”

Crossing her arms and puffing out her cheeks, she rolls her eyes, clearly annoyed.

“You’re seriously gonna believe some loser office gossip? Get real! Of course they’re real. They’re my family. Just ‘cuz they’re shy around you guys doesn’t mean they’re not real. Maybe, Niko, they just don’t wanna talk to you ‘cuz you’re a rude lil catboy! They talk to me and dance with me, and we all live together here happily. They have lives here. Everyone here loves it here. They tell me so, and so does Vual. You’re all just--You’re so quick to jump to conclusions about him! He’s kind! And loving! He loves me! And if you love someone, you wouldn’t lie to them like that! So--! So those emails aren’t real!”

Her shoulders heave from the exertion of the anger she felt, and her voice had slipped into something that made your ears burn in the now-familiar way that demonic words always did. After another couple of moments of pouting to herself, she moves on.

What did she mean by that? Max’s question clearly has her confused for several seconds, and she places a hand against her cheek as she thinks, eyebrows drawn together.

“...I dunno how he makes me happy. But he does. I’m always happy. And when I’m not happy, I start to feel happy. Feeling happy is better than feeling nothing at all, so Vual helps me feel. It’s…like…”

Her hands rove once more over her body, hugging herself around her arms before she lowers them to grip herself around her stomach. Abbie’s eyes drift off to the side, and they stare at nothing and everything all at once. The smile has slipped from her face, and she looks…lost. When she speaks again, it’s in a soft and wispy voice.

“He’s always made me feel happy…I feel like…It’s as though…After Briarwood, I forgot how to feel. Everything felt…like nothing. Like static. I had nothing. No one. Eight years of nothing is…it hurts so much. It hurts so much that it stops hurting, like all of your pain receptors have lost the ability to react to anything. But when he came…when he came back for me…”

A smile crosses her face, one that’s almost a little too wide, and she shivers again as her fingers clench tightly around the fabric of her dress.

Once more, your mind is assaulted by images and feelings that are not your own. Sensations of apathy, of feeling nothing, of a burst of warmth that might feel almost radioactive. A shadowy, dark figure. White, piercing eyes. Love. Love. Love.

“But it’s so…weird. Being here, I’ve…With you all, it’s felt…different. I don’t know how. Or why. But it feels different. For a while, it felt different. I don’t really understand it. Like…hot cocoa with milk instead of water. But then, Vual and I spoke, and it went back to feeling the same as always. Comforting. Warm. Reassuring. Familiar. This…”

Her claws dig into the fabric of her dress, and her chest rises and falls heavily despite her not needing to breathe.

“This…bliss…This bliss that is but isn’t mine…I feel it. And I know it’s mine but it…I wonder how I make it…If I make it. I don’t know what it is, but I feel happy. And that’s all I ever wanted. Happiness. I just…wanted my existence to stop hurting. And he made it stop. Because he loves me. So, when this place started hurting, he helped me again, and it didn’t hurt anymore. I could go back to playing with you all again.”

Abbie giggles, her gaze refocusing and staring directly at all of you. Her grin is still too wide, and her eyes hold a manic sort of glint to them. 

“Isn’t it wonderful?”

[fanboyvini]

Before responding, I need to make three notes: 1. It took me a while to respond because I was blocked from making new posts, so I'm sorry for the delay in responding. 2. English is not my native language and I'm not that used to expressions so sorry if I sound rude or something, I swear that's not the intention. 3.Thank you for sharing your opinion! =)

It's okay, you don't have to apologize for having a different opinion, and I wanted to hear from the fandom to find out why many old fans didn't like the film. It's good to hear different opinions and points of view about media that we enjoy every now and then.

And you don't need to worry about it being a long post, I like long answers. To be honest I don't even consider it a rant, it's just a different opinion.

And I would love to watch the video essay, you have my support!

Your interpretation of the film is very valid and along with that so are your concerns about the film's message.

However, my interpretation was very different (basically the opposite): the scene "Son, you don't have to prove anything. I'm always proud of you." I interpreted it as if the message of the film was "Hey parents, tell your children that you are proud of them, be proud of your children. Don't be negligent. And children, you don't need to prove anything to have the support and affection of your parents."

About Professor doesn't change his ways, I interpreted it as if he was in denial "How could anything that horrifying be real?", and still confused, but even so post-ETF he would show support for Dib's interests even though he didn't agree and believing (I don't have much concrete basis on this last part, but I can explain the next topic a little better)

I don't know if I managed to make it very clear in my post but I don't think Professor Membrane is suddenly an excellent father from ETF, I wanted to say (as I said at the beginning of my post) that at least it's a start. Well, before Professor Membrane was almost never present at home, and in the film he was physically present at mealtimes. So he had a change, even if it was minimal. I can't say if that subtext and implications and intentions went through the writers' heads but that's what I took away from it.

While I agree about the part where the Professor should take Dib to a therapy, I think it would be "too real" for a cartoon (don't get me wrong, I do think therapy should be normalized especially in cartoons for children) but maybe for IZ it seems like it wouldn't work, or else the same thing could happen like counselor Mr. Dwicky

Regarding the part about "great film to end the iz franchise" I didn't mean that as a fact, it was 100% my personal opinion which for me was satisfactory. I don't feel like I have all the conclusions that the series would have, but I liked the content of the film and it left a little bit of a feeling of "I want more". I agree that it ended up like a sitcom but I kind of liked it?? Again, it gives me that “I want more” feeling.

And I also wasn't waiting for the movie as long as you, so it makes sense your reactions to be different. I loved the show but I ended up repressing all my interests until the time the movie trailer came out, so I wasn't waiting for the movie for that long so I didn't have any expectations.

And again, thanks for sharing your opinion and I'm looking foward for the video! ^^

ETF is very different from the series but i kinda enjoy it?

Like, the atmosphere of the setting is way less grim and macabre, and we even had some very aww emotional moments (because it's a film and films have a different episode structure). And well, i'm a sucker for happy endings, so it was nice to see Professor Membrane and Gaz have some touching moments with Dib. (i just wanna them to heal ok) (it's a start at least)

Basically i like to see the differences between the series and ETF as if they were the consequences of the timeskip.

Gaz very explicitly worrying about her brother's well being + Dib imposing himself on his father because both of them (Gaz and Dib) are more mature, the sky is more beautiful because idk maybe it's some invention the Professor made to help the Earth??

ETF gives me a hopeful, somehow healing and comforting atmosphere, and it feels nice

But then again, i'm a sucker for happy endings and healing

Now about the designs, i liked the colors in general, but it's my most vibrant and "happy" color style.

I really liked Dib's ghost shirt, since i study character design a lot, this says a lot about him. I just didn't like the red sneakers so in my re-imagined version i draw him with a black all star (i like to leave the goth boots for when he's older). And now he has more hair lol (i like to leave the undercut for when he's older too)

Gaz was the one with the biggest redesign, and just like Dib i liked her new shirt. But in my re-imagined version i mix her design from the series with ETF, i like to imagine her with a long-sleeved striped shirt underneath.

I don't have much to say about Professor Membrane's redesign, but i liked the small changes, he's not so skinny anymore and has more hair too

Also ETF gave me things i always wanted to happen:

- Alternative realities

- Professor Membrane being a good present father

- Touching moments between the Membrane family

- Zim discovering the mission was a lie

- Zim (almost) winning for real

- ANIME IZ!! (my 13-year-old self can rest in peace)

- The trial scenario

So yeah, i really like the movie, i had a lot of fun.

It's a great film to end the IZ franchise to me.

also tell me your opinions! i wanna hear it