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minniepetals · 2 years ago

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Hello I hope this does not come off as rude or overly harsh which unsolicited criticism often tends to be but there are just a few pet peeves I have with cmar.

Y/N has literally been hurt by so many people which is kind of odd considering she is "pretty" and the daughter of a mafia leader tho one who doesn't care about her. Still there is no way it wouldn't have given her privilege even if it was hidden that she was her daughter ppl definitely will be hesitant to hurt to hurt her.

Also the reasons why she hates these people are all the same that they hurt her and/or harrassed her which is fine but it gets so repetitive.

Also earlier in the story its very unbelievable how a sweet girl like yn so insecure of her emotions would end up as this weird emo like no emotions gal. Like ik the whole point is that she has been hurt so much that she became this way but even when oneself is trying to survive by blocking out emotions they preserve a bit of their past selves not intentionally but just naturally. I just feel that yn is so bland now, the "oh i don't show emotions unless I am having a mental breakdown" just seems overplayed because if she is having so many panic attacks on the regular she is DEFINITELY an emotional person and one who shows it too since she's kinda bad at hiding them from anyone who looks at all more than 2 sec at her.

The healing arc should definitely be here yet cuz yn is not dumb and since pointless revenge is not giving her peace she should try something else? Like it honestly feels like Tumblr teens who post edgy things about mental illness but don't wanna heal from it cuz that's their only personality trait.

Again, I did thoroughly enjoy the first half of cmar and I send this with no ill intent. I just wonder if you can elaborate a bit of your thought process for the above so that I can read the rest of the chapters without being annoyed by these things.

first of all, thanks for your input because obviously i'm not the greatest writer out there and getting to know this part of my writing helps me out a lot! and of course, i can definitely walk you through my thought process without spoiling too much. it's gonna be long so i'll leave it under the cut

the thing with being pretty in this context, and it's kinda a theme with the mafia world in cmar, is that the pretty ones (i say pretty ones because seokjin and jimin are also considered pretty and went through some similar harassment) are taken advantage of by their beauty. like attracting creepy old men for example and sure there's that privilege of turning people over to your side but that comes with the issue of trusting whether their intentions are good or not -- and y/n is always on the edge. she also hates the spotlight and attention and only uses her pretty privilege to an advantage if she needs to for a mission. not to mention the men in the mafia world are pretty much psychopaths who gets upset easily. you can only do so much with a pretty face. a pretty face may attract easily but being pretty isn't the reason people stay with you or will always take your side. and at the end of the day, these men live off power and control.

y/n hates a lot of people but the whole thing with her revenge arc isn't her going after people that have only harassed her. her first man was her father and you know the story with that. the second was daejung, who had kidnapped her when she was only fourteen and that traumatized her. jummy, though was abusive, wasn't her target, it was his brother ying, who trafficked children and the reason why she went after him was to save those children. leehyun was a predator who got her to fear the touch of men. nari wasn't even a part of the list because yeah she harassed y/n but that was all. y/n doesn't only care entirely about the people that only harassed her, it goes a little deeper than that. and now our next target is karl who (spoiler alert) is behind the reason to y/n's first and only reaper who died (aka nakyum), and the other ones i can't explain cuz they're not revealed yet lmao. but all in all, her hit list are individual people that have done her wrong through different reasons.

i guess it's fair for you to say that our y/n has gotten bland. that is of course your view and i can't change your perspective on her personality. it's a bit harder to explain since not a lot has been revealed about what went on during that mysterious ten year gap (with her shift of personality), but i guess a good reason i can give is the fact that most of the storytelling is in y/n's perspective, which means whatever she says or think may or may not actually be accurate information. aka her outtake on not wanting to be an emotional person but her actions contradicts her thoughts. like if you were to read things through mingyu's perspective, he'd definitely agree with you saying she's an emotional person because he's there to witness her breakdowns, etc. y/n on the other hand likes to pretend she doesn't care about anything and tries to shut her emotions off but, again, her actions contradicts her wants and beliefs. and the same goes with her emotional thoughts, her panicked thoughts, etc. for example on the inside, we can read through her thoughts and the things she's saying like when nari's guys went to touch her and she's internally panicking, along with when karl touched her. we can read her thoughts because, again, the story's mostly in her pov, but from an outsider's perspective, she looks calm and cool and aloof but you may or may not see or understand that because you, as readers, are deep into her thoughts so it's easy to understand her from within because we've gotten to know her a lot, but again, a lot of her panicked state (when in front of people she doesn't trust) occurs internally. jungkook and the boys have come to know and understand her a bit more so they can identify it better now but previously they only thought of her as an emotionless dickhead.

the healing arc is dragged on but i would say for good reason because, well, i guess there's some important points that i haven't touched on yet that i feel should be addressed before we head for her healing. there's this quote that two anons sent me that could sum up a good explanation to your criticism here and that's: "Sometimes we don't want to heal because the pain is the last link to what we've lost." as well as: "I am destroying myself so other people can't , and it's the worst kind of control, but it's the only form I know" and maybe this might not be a good enough explanation but i feel like when it comes to people who's dealt with lots of things, it's not easy to just "give up" on what they're doing and head to healing. it's easier said than done. i wouldn't say she's similar to an angsty teen but she's definitely immature in her own ways and that's partly because, in a way, she's still grappling with her lost childhood. her revenge is pointless, yes, and she knows it's not giving her the peace she wants but maybe she's hurting herself on purpose, maybe she can't just "heal" because hurt is all she's known her entire life, because it's the only thing she's used to.

idk if i've elaborated enough but that's a bit of my thought process. if i went on any longer, i'd probably accidentally spoil major stuff lmao and i think this is long enough oop- but i hope that even if none of this changes your mind, you can understand a bit of my perspective (as best as i tried to explain it haha) 💗

#anon #fics 🤍#cmar asks #cmar: critic #luna asks #cmar: gen

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acourtofthought · 2 years ago

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As a former Elriel, I can admit they are worried Az and Gwyn could be mates, they are not as ignorant as the rest of the fandom makes them out to be. But many will not publicly admit it, especially those with bigger accounts and follwers.

Its no secret after that bonus chapter a lot of Elain and Azriel fans saw the writing on the wall. The ones still holding out hope will not go down easy. They are convinced Sarah won't let them down or want to lose them as readers/fans. Who do you think floods her team with emails of threats. They think numbers=power and it's why they continue to bombard her posts and create multiple accounts to harrass. I'm 27, that behavior is childish and petty. It's a shame because there are many Elriels who are kind, genuine and don't partake in the bullying and toxicity - which does goes both ways, but it's made this fandom less enjoyable for all. At the end of the day these are just fictional characters made up by a woman who loves romance and story telling. There is no reason to create such animosity amongst ourselves.

I've enjoyed your posts, it has helped me see the posssibilty of Elain with Lucien. I decided to do a re-read not too long ago and saw things from a new perspective after reading your theories and things clicked. I don't know yet if Elain will help with the spring court and stay or end up in day but I'm excited to read her journey.

I love this message, thank you so much!

And I'm glad to chat with another E/riel turned (or at least open to the possibility of) Elucien.

And you're right, they wouldn't be getting this aggressive unless they weren't nervous. There's no denying that what SJM wrote in that Bonus Chapter creates major issues for E/riel. Ending his scene where the thought of one female's joy brings him happiness is kind of soul crushing when you're a fan of the other female.

I was the same before SF came out. I had only read the series one time and it's not that I was super invested in E/riel but I thought, "hmmm, they could be cute" because it seemed like SJM might be heading in that direction. I liked Lucien but I was really into Feysand at the time and wasn't as invested in what happened with the other characters. Elain and Lucien as Mates was cool but Elain with a sexy bat boy wasn't a bad deal either.

After the SF Bonus Chapter, I was frustrated because I started seeing the anti Elain arguments in the fandom (FB at that time) and why there was no way she was ending up with Az. I wanted to prove those arguments wrong so I started looking back over the series. That didn't work out like I thought it would because I started to understand why E/riel wasn't well matched and why SJM went the direction she did in the POV chapter. After breaking things down, it was almost funny how much I missed during my first read, how clever SJM was at making a compliment sandwich but in reverse (weird analogy but bear with me).

With the compliment sandwich, you compliment, give the bad news, then compliment again. But with SJMs writing, she sneaks something into the book that you don't think much of but is contradictory to the upcoming "compliment". Then a few sentences later, she mentions this thing that readers fixate on. Then a bit later in the book, she mentions something else that decreases the compliment.

For example, the sneaky "negative" is that Cassian first offers Elain a weapon and we don't really pay attention to that.

But then, we have the big line where Azriel hands Elain TT.

This is what E/riels fixate on because it's a "sweet" moment for them.

But then they ignore the fact that after that moment, Elain didn't want to take it but only did after Feyre assured her she wouldn't need it. Also, Feyre tells us Az is ONLY sitting out of the battle because Mor begged him too. Rhys originally told him to stay out of the fight which Azriel refused but after Mor spoke with him, he relented, because of not wanting to upset her. (so would Az have even given it to Elain if we were heading into battle?).

Then we have another BIG moment. Where Rhys tells Feyre Az has never let anyone touch that blade. So romantic, right?

But later, SJM makes sure to tell us that Elain took the blade, the thing Az has never let anyone use, and she gave it back to him. Pressed it into his hands and "walked away without looking back".

That is such an SJM style of writing. Readers get blinded by those flashy moments (I did too) so it's very easy to miss when she slips those other moments around it which tells us "I'm tricking you!! I'm letting you think that was a big deal but if you pay attention, you'll see why it's not!"

And like you said, I think after the Bonus Chapter, people were really able to view E/riel in a different light and see why they might never happen. Which honestly does feel painful if you were hoping for a couple to happen. I still feel sadness when I read about Chaol and Celeana's relationship deteriorating. These characters are definitely not real but it can still cause you to have a real reaction.

But.... (and as you said), it's a major issue when you can't stop yourself from actually threatening and bullying others over it. Especially when at this point we KNOW this is an author who switches up relationships. We can be hopeful that our ship is endgame but it's foolish to assume that SJM can't pull the rug out from under us based on every single other book she's ever written. 😂. I truly think she's going with Elucien but even I realize that she can work her magic and still write E/riel as endgame if that's the vision she had. Those aren't the clues I'm picking up on but I'm not inside her mind so she could still surprise me.

It is such a compliment that you were able to see the possibility of Elucien more clearly during your reread!! I will be so excited if their book comes out and I managed to get at least something correct! 😂

#pro elucien #elucien #elain archeron #lucien vanserra #anti e/riel

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sariels-world-ella · 2 years ago

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I don't know if any one cares or relates to this or needs to hear this or not, but, don't you just get a bit irritated when someone from the older generation says, "don't do/say *insert thing here* because the other kids would make fun of you!" I get they are trying to look out for us but..

1. I don't care what the other kids think, if they have a problem with it, they can f*ck off, my identity is not determined by someone else's opinion.

and..

2. A lot of things changed since they were kids, times change.

Like, a boy kissed his boyfriend in the hallway and everyone around them reacted no different than if it was a straight couple, a goth girl wore a pastel gothic lesbian pride flag outfit completed with make up, there is a cishet boy wears dresses and skirts everyday, there is some boys wear make up, there exists openly trans students and people both respect their pronouns and chosen names, there is minority clubs where minority group students (+minority group supporters) interact, there is a gay-straight alliance club, there is literal pride flags around the school, gender neutral bathrooms.

I've seen people wearing shirts saying how they support autistic people, I also seen shirts supporting people epilepsy, down-syndrome, mental health issues, depression, and I have also seen people supporting "my body, my rules", "Black lives matter", (ps. I put them in qoutes because these are phrases, and not for disrespectful reasons), also students advocating to help lower homelessness and poverty in our state, as well as awareness about child abuse and human trafficking.

I've seen plenty of students who are openly gay/lesbian, trans, queer, bi, pan, aro, ace, neurodivergent, religious/non-religious, you name it, walking around the school like any other student, no one gives them crap, they wear and express their pride flags, religious symbols, racial identity pride, autism swag, and/or pronoun pins all they want.

(If you don't believe me, I can provide photographic proof, however, there may not be many pictures of people themselves out of respect for privacy and if there is, all their faces would be blurred unless they consent to having their face on the internet)

Things change, I bet if a lot of these things happened back when the older population were kids, those people would be harrassed and bullied. Yeah, sure, these type of people still exist, but a good amount of the younger population is trying to move us forward.

Though it's not everywhere, acceptance does exist, just because some people don't accept you for who you are doesn't mean there is no one who will. If someone doesn't love you for who you are, then they don't deserve you. Your identity is your own, people can try to invalidate it all they want but only person who can TRULY invalidate your identity is yourself.

Don't people get to you, and be yourself. If someone is making you so you aren't comfortable in your own skin, then tell them to screw off and for them to worry about their own identity.

Tl;DR

Times change don't let the people stuck in how past was like, stop you from having a better future. No matter who you are or where you come from, (as long as your not the scum of the earth, ex: a p*dophile), you matter! your identity is yours, only you have the power to disvalidate it, don't give that power to others. Keep on going, I believe in you! ♥️

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anarkhebringer · 2 years ago

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As a Cherokee person I also wanna add that we DID complain, LOTS of people did and still do, but the general consensus was HORRENDOUS and we only received racism and scorn back. This is nothing new, and if you dare to ruin your day looking in the FFXIV forums or Reddit about this very issue, you'll see how vicious it can be.

You also see the New World set constantly in the Blue Mage quests, which are just like every other white savior nightmare with some white guy being taught sacred practices, then selling a bastardized variety to raise money to "help and protect them" by finding an antidote for sicknesses he brought over to the tribes during his stay there, and later on another one goes to their lands trying to mine for their resources, so the previous white guy is the supposed "only hope" and your character has to help him do that.

Lenience on these issues is why we keep getting more and more appropriated Indigenous design choices, we need to stand up for people affected and stop being silent. The day the Far Northern set was released I can tell you how much harrassment I got as a Native person for speaking out against it. Square won't work with them, they literally partnered with PUMA for a crossover while PUMA is on the boycott list for funding the violence in Palestine. There's no hoping they'll clean their act unless we keep getting louder about it.

#I will forever be angry about their treatment of Indigenous people #it's something that terrifies me about the game too I'm so scared the plot's gonna make us go to the New World and I'm NOT ready

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tavarillasgalen · 2 years ago

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I have such bad experiences trying to get mental health treatment.

Like, medical treatment as a whole is WAY too expensive, but this is different. This is people charging you for appointments you cancelled well ahead of time, going back an adding on charging to past appointments and ergo sending your bank account into the red because they charged you without warning, you call them about it, they say it's an insurance thing, except... That's not how insurance works. It doesn't just take money from your account unless you have auto pay on, which I did not. And it has to send you statements with any adjustments or whatever, but that never happened. This has happened to me once before, and I'm concerned it will happen again because I made an appointment just by looking up providers on my insurance without checking reviews first... And the reviews were almost entirely complaints about that. So I cancelled the appointment immediately, but I still had to harrass them for a cancellation confirmation email. They sent it eventually, so now, at least, if they try to charge me, I have that documented proof. But I'm very concerned they're going to try to charge me hundreds of dollars even though I never filled out the registration forms and I cancelled the appointment almost 2 weeks in advance because... That is what people like that do.

I try therapy, and mention I have constant passive suicidal ideation, and the therapist acts like it's an emergency situation, even though I try to emphasize that like... It's Passive not Active. Another therapist tries to force me to do EMDR and will hear of nothing else. Another therapist doesn't believe me when I tell them about some of my traumas. Conversely, another therapist DID believe me... But then pressured me to report the person, even when I repeatedly said I didn't want to do that. The two therapists I actually liked were too expensive to see long term, especially when one of them moved further away.

I try meds and they say you may have to try a bunch before you find the right ones, but like... Some made me worse. Others made me physically ill. Others made me hallucinate. Others gave me horrific eczema. None of them made much of a difference, and definitely nowhere near enough of a difference to justify the side effects. I see yet another psychiatrist and he says to try this drug that is $1000 a month, which.... There's no way I can afford that.

And others still, even with a well-documented history, IN THEIR SYSTEM, which i know because I saw other doctors at the exact same place, claimed that my information wasn't in the system, badgered me about whether or not I REALLY had anxiety and was I SURE I had bipolar, did I have documented PROOF of that, and got angry at me for not being able to remember all the meds I'd been on off the top of my head, consistently claiming I had no records in the system and he couldnt get them from someone else, until I was sobbing in his office. And finally, in the most condescending way, he finally prescribed things I'd already been on and acted like I had a meltdown over nothing. When I KNEW he had access to my records, because i'd seen so many doctors at this place, and ones I'd said nothing of my medical history to asked me if I was still taking things I hadn't taken in years.

And then others still who put the blame on you. If you're anxious, that's stupid, just do it! If you get depressed, just get out in the sun, eat better, exercise! If you're manic, then well... You're just crazy. And like sure, those things can all help a bit, but they're not cures, not for a lot of people. It's not like people choose to have mental illnesses.

It just makes me furious. Sure, there are good mental health providers out there, I know. But I've been trying so hard to find treatment that works for me for nearly a decade, and while there were those two good (expensive!!) therapists and one good doctor who helped with meds but ultimately determined I needed more help than they could give me, it has been overwhelmingly negative. And then you try to talk about it, and people are so condescending. People of the "therapy works for everyone!" group try to tell you you just need to keep looking. People of the "mental illness is fake and attention-seeking, actually" group try to make you feel guilty for even having the problems that you do in the first place and that the only reason why you have them is because you are lazy or whatever.

Like, I manage pretty ok on my own, thankfully. I've had to learn how. But I feel so condescended to about treatment from all sides. And it's like, yes, I want to be better and all this but like... I've tried so fucking hard for so long and if anything, it's just wasted money and made things worse.

#personal #just get help!#as supposed help is a nightmare

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hertzdo · 2 years ago

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Journal

I guess It’s what it’s supposed to be, in a way, this blog. I mean, why are we here if it’s not to talk about our life. A bit, at least. So I thank anyone who is going to read this, and thank you for going on my blog at least once. Thank you for following me, thank you for reblogging/liking/commenting my posts, my art sometimes, thank you a lot, it’s not big numbers but I don’t care, because it’s at least something. Something to go on by with. And I think it’s beautiful to be connected with you people, with passion, sentiments, art. Art is helping me so much right now, it always has, but right now it’s so important. Because this is where/when I realize, it does not matter how beautiful it is, how well realized it is, if you put your passion into it, your emotions, your attention, your soul in a way, it is still art. It not has to be perfect. Nothing is perfect. You know that by now. What I mean is, if it moves you, it does for someone else. Even if you don’t understand why, even if it’s not for the same reason. You were moved by something and someone else did (or will be?) and you were connected at some point of time, at some different place. You were connected through space and time. Now, we know time is supposed to be linear. It is ? I don’t know man, what is time really, if not a concept in human minds, a perception, a reality, and I must say, in art, we do like to fuck up with the notion of time, like we do like to fuck with the notion of dimension, and emotions. And yes it is silly but it means so much to me ? I mean I’ve spent my life loosing people around me, death took away my father when I was eleven, and it destroyed me. It was a ticking bomb. I was so young I didn’t realize what was going on but I also knew so much and I think I just slipped away from reality until said reality took me by surprise and then I started running and I never stopped. Until I ran out of juice. But I could never stop, because 10 months after my dad my grandfather died too (I was living with my grand parents after the death of my father, because I was already close to them, could have gone with my mother but she was psychiatrically speaking unable to take me in charge, and anyway she left my father and I when I was 5yo and spent most of her time harrassing us until then but nevermind) And then my uncle, the year I was graduating (18yo I think ?) and was already FUCKIN’ TIRED OF EVERYHING IN MY LIFE, he was a sort of father figure, we where not really close but it was getting better but DAMN my grandma lost both of her children (she got a daughter, but she stopped talking to her when my grandfather died, and before my father’s death, she wasn’t allowed to see her since she abandoned her studies because of my grandfather - great family drama apparently) and nevertheless, her husband. And I passed, *avec mention* I’m not gonna talk about all my life and childhood trauma, all I meant to say is, art saved my life multiple times. Passionate people moved my soul away from my pain, showed me emotions I didn’t know I possessed, and taught me about everything about life, it is with passionate people I learn, it is with passionate people I feel, it is with passion I live. It is with emotions I connect, It is with art I communicate, it is with passion I thrive. All my life I’ve been told I was too emotional, too sensitive, but also strong, intelligent, beautiful, but also mean, rash, brute. I didn’t know what it meant. I was an animal. In survive mode. People around me didn’t understand me, and I didn’t understand them. UNLESS we were passionate about something. If I’ve learned english it’s because well, one we had to lol, but two also because I had good teachers, passionate teachers. And guess what, they were British, or American. (But sorry merica, ‘ive always preferred British accent). I wasn’t even good in english classes, I never was good in language course and I don’t pretend to speak well today, AT ALL. But I’ve learned with passionate people, and through art aka: film, series, manga, video games, now some books lol poetry (wow) and internet of course, etc. ART IS A TOOL goddammit, a tool for communicating emotions, through space and time. We humans do art from the beginning of our existence : LOOK

https://www.leparisien.fr/societe/decouverte-de-la-plus-ancienne-peinture-rupestre-vieille-de-45-500-ans-en-indonesie-14-01-2021-8419043.php Did it communicate something to us ? Well maybe not an emotion (that being said, the first guy of our time who saw this must’ve felt something), but it made us ask why someone did this painting in that cave, when it was made, by who, in what context, what it is supposed to represent, what did they use, and so on. ANYWAY, art saved my life, my faith in humanity, saved my faith in my life, it saved my soul when science couldn’t reach my mind anymore. I don’t believe in God, or gods, because I believe in humanity. Doesn’t mean I don’t respect their existence. They do exists, in a way, in a perspective, in a dimension I’m not really sensible too. No one can make me believe my family deserved to die. That, “it is what it is the way God decided”. Anyway I don’t care I’m not baptized. So yeah art, saved my life, is still saving me right now, because I’m on a thin line between being feeling really good and feelin really bad, because life still sucks and sometimes I’m afraid I will forgot it is still worth fighting for it. LANDMVRKS - Lost In A Wave

#journal #thoughts #art #art saved my life

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nopumpkinsleftunfucked · 2 years ago

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👀

Neil

Ok, so just a bit of information about them first! Pronouns he/they ; they used to be named Alwynn, died during a magical winter (in my DnD campaign) by the White Lady, basically sentient snow, but when he died well, the White Lady invested his body let's say, for bigger purposes :) They've renamed themselves Neil, he has some memories of Alwynn but are an entirely different person, and they're... well, new at life i guess lol Here's a visual for my baby! Mmh smexy undead boy

🎪 How fun would it be to spend a day with them? --> 6 ; Depends what you'd call fun, but I think it'd be fun cuz he's a newbie at life and pretty curious, but also terribly boring at the same time if cloud gazing ain't your vibe

💬 How extroverted are they? --> 4 ; He's not shy or scared but keeps to himself a lot

🔫 Would they be a good bodyguard? --> 7 ; I hope the person he's protecting is ready for quiproquos though... and collateral damage

👀 How guilty they feel and why? --> 6 ; They're technically the White Lady, but separate from her, so they're starting to have the Human Emotions Experience™️✨ and they're learning guilt about the mortality of other people, what it means to be stealing these lifes

💛 How well-liked are they by other characters? --> 1 ; One (1) which stands for the one person wooing him in the DnD campaign, Indrid. He's not very well liked, he's a bit too weird and ominous I think, a bit of a dick too

👕 Fashion sense? --> 8 ; He saw one dude while in a town, who dressed very classy and now it's the only thing he wears, which is a whole lot better than Alwynn's fashion sense of a bum trying to be a bard. He loves turtlenecks.

💥 How likely would you be to put them in charge of a disaster/high stakes situation? --> 3 ; unless the situation requires killing people and confusing people, they are NOT the man of the situation.

⛰️ Would they be good company on a desert island? --> 6 ; I'd say yeah, he's undead!! Eating is not an issue, nor is drinking, nor is sleeping, he can, and likes it, but not a requirement. Nature is his thing, so they'd be of great help! He would go crazy for stories to tell, to listen at first, then create, you wouldn't get bored as long as you care for his stories :) Don't count on them to get reassurance though, uh, lying is not their best skill!

🫂 Would they be/are they a good romantic partner? --> 8 ; as long as the other doesn't mind teaching things, I want to say yes, he's willing to learn and ready to care ; insecurities are a thing for him though, and they're not dismissable

👽 Would they be a good person for aliens to meet first? [Bonus: what impression would aliens have about humanity/their species based on them?] --> 0 ; Just no. They'd be so awkward, confused, probably would try to attack them?

😈 How chaotic are their morals? --> 4 ; rules are for suckers (mortals), he doesn't apply to them, but they're still learning morals, so uh, unsure, still pretty chaotic I think

🧸 How good are they with kids? --> 5 ; Weirdly enough? Not that bad, he'd act a bit strangely with them though, not quite grasping the concept of children and their logic, but he'd be cool :)

🧨 How feisty are they? Do they have a temper? --> 2 ; He's chill. Literally as well, he's dead. Unless it comes to nature, because it's like... his grandmother. He will slaughter people over pollution.

✨️ Do they use/believe in magic? --> 10 ; Magic is fun :))))) they love magic, they'd use magic for anything and everything!

🎆 How seriously do they take holidays? --> 8 ; doesn't know what these are, but if he knew, he'd be VERY serious. His holidays > wtv is going on at work

☁️ What shape is their mental health in? --> 4 ; Pretty unstable, not because of trauma or anything, they're just... you know, a piece of sentient snow whose known to harrass villages for months? Newbie at life? Can't deal very well with his emotions for now?

🏠 Would they be a good roommate? --> 6 ; Respect their alone time and you're good, he's down for chores and shit, doesn't bother them. Don't let him cook, unless you want to cry at the blandness, he just doesn't know how to do. You will live by the rules of ecology though.

🪂 How much do they enjoy/seek out excitement? --> 10 ; HE'S CURIOUS, loves new shit, loves learning, loves feeling things!

🛠 How skilled are they? Do they have a lot of hobbies? --> 9 ; Pretty damn skilled! Magic, communion with nature, killing, botany, reading :)

🔥 And obviously how hot are they, in your opinion and/or the opinions of other characters? --> 10 ; all my OCs are hot, don't @ me.

Tagging two of my DnD players for this one uwu @such-sarcasm @kangoo

#pumpkin.txt

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flooffybits · 4 years ago

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Hate To Break It

Idol: Dreamcatcher

Anon: A Dreamcatcher 8th member scenario where the 8th member who is the maknae and is still in school is being bullied pretty badly and hiding it from her members please

Warning: bullying, harrassment

A/n: this turned out longer than i expected

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Handong yawned as she exited her and Gahyeon’s shared room before padding her way to the living room, blinking when she saw Bora in the kitchen and preparing breakfast.

“Unnie, how much sleep did you get?” The younger woman inquired, knowing that she had woken up in the middle of the night hearing the older woman, along with Minji, giggling and chatting outside their room.

The shorter one of the two looked over and smiled as she waved a hand, gesturing for Handong to come over. “Just a couple hours but don’t worry, I’ll go back to sleep after finishing Y/n’s lunch.” She explained when she gestured to the empty lunch box next to the stacked up pancakes.

“Oh, right. Is she awake already?” Since you were the only one who had yet to graduate, your members knew that you were still having a bit of a hard time juggling your school works and your schedules.

It was only recently that Siyeon had seen a nearly failing mark on one of your test papers. When she brought it up to the others, they had asked you if there was anything you were struggling with in school and you explained to them that you were just having some troubles focusing with the lack of sleep you’ve been getting because it just so happened that your comeback date was scheduled at the same time as your midterms.

“I haven’t checked yet. Would you mind? If she’s still asleep, wake her up so she can have breakfast and wash up.” Bora requested and Handong was already nodding and making her way to your and Yubin’s shared room.

Gently pushing the door open, the Chinese woman took a peek inside and noted that no lights were turned on, so she assumed that you had yet to get up. Taking a step into the room, Handong made her way over to your bed and smiled when she saw you curled up under the covers.

“Y/n? Time to wake up.” She tells you while placing a hand on your shoulder. She was trying not to be too loud because it looked like Yubin fell asleep not too long ago, judging by the percentage of her phone’s battery when she checked on it when she saw it plugged in.

After a few more attempts, you finally began to stir and Handong patted your hair gently so it wasn’t sticking to your face. “Hey, time to get up. Sua unnie said you should get ready for school.” She murmured and you groaned as you rested your head on her lap instead.

“I don’t want to go to school.” You mutter quietly, and if you weren’t so sleepy, Handong wouldn’t have excused it as you wanting to sleep in. “You have to. It’s only one more year and you’ll finally be out of there.” She encourages and you were able to wake up a bit more as she continued to talk to you.

Huffing, you finally sat up with a pout and the older woman giggled before kissing your forehead. “Go wash up. Food is ready outside so you better hurry before Sua unnie starts scolding you.”

By the time you were done and exiting your room, Minji gave you a grin and pulled you in a warm embrace as she nuzzled your head. “Good morning, maknae!” She greeted happily, kissing your cheek and then taking a good look at your uniform.

“Gahyeon said she would drop you off at school, today. We know that you like walking, but she insisted that she wanted to spend some time with you in the morning since she’s heading to her pilates trainer.” Your leader explained as she fixed your tie and flattened the collar of your uniform.

Blinking, you turn to the said person as she grinned at you and handed you your breakfast. “Isn’t it a bit early?” You ask confusedly, but she shook her head with a smile. “I always leave the dorm a little after you. But I wanted to get to spend the morning with you before your schedule gets too cramped.” She explained and you nod in understanding, smiling as you ate your breakfast.

By the time Yoohyeon wakes up, you and Gahyeon were already waving goodbye to everyone and the big puppy started whining with missing breakfast with you. “Why didn’t you wake me earlier?” She complained as you both giggled at her antics.

“Sorry, unnie, but we have to get going!” You tell her as you adjust your bag on your shoulders. “Bye!” Gahyeon teased as she shut the door and you both giggle when you could still her whining despite the door being closed.

In the car, Gahyeon beams at you when she makes her way to your school campus. “You’ve been really busy lately with all your school works. Are you sure you’re alright with everything? You can always ask us for help if you need it.” She suddenly spoke up and you hum in reply while shaking your head.

“It’s alright. I know you were all worried because of last time, but I swear, I’m managing.” You assure her, though it doesn’t stop the pout that rises to her lips. “I know, but you shouldn’t be pushing yourself too much, okay?” You offer her a smile and lean over to press a quick peck to her cheek.

“I’ll be alright.”

“Whoops! Sorry about that!” Flinching at the sudden coldness that was splashed over you, you could only keep your head down as your classmates laughed and walked away from you.

Looking down, you sighed when you saw the juice that they had spilled on you already staining your shirt. Getting up, you exited the room to head for the restroom and freshen up, clean the stain as best as you could. It would be easy to explain how that happened, but you had to wash your hair as well.

Right after getting back to the classroom, you were able to reach your desk without anyone messing with you. You were able to breathe out and pulled out the food Bora prepared for you.

Thinking that you could enjoy your lunch peacefully, you didn’t bother with the students around you and simply focused on your lunch.

That is until you couldn’t.

“You call that food? Where did you buy this trash?” One of your classmates mocked as they took the box from you and looked at its contents. “Give it back. My unnie prepared it for me.” You tell them with a glare fixed on your face, but the admission had only caused them to smirk.

“Oh, one of your failure members?” They snicker and you grit your teeth while clenching your fists tightly. “Don’t call them that.” You growled out, but it only pushed them to further insult you and your group. “I’m not lying though. Your group can’t even win and nobody knows you. Your company isn’t even big like SM or YG. There’s no place for you.” They spat out and it would be a lie if you said it didn’t hurt.

But you were able to mask your anger well. “We don’t have to be from a big company to be popular. Unlike you, people know who we are and you’re just jealous.” You retorted, and that seemed to make their expression falter.

“What was that?”

“You’re so used to being the most popular kids in school, but when you found out I was accepted and debuting in a group, it was so easy to feel threatened. You’re afraid of being dethroned and losing the privilege that you had.” You went on, unaware of where this sudden burst of courage came from.

But your words have only served to further anger your bullies as the one holding the lunchbox smacked it right back at your face before shoving you to the ground. “You think we’re afraid of trash like you?”

You grunted while holding your nose and looked up at them. “Not at all. In fact, I feel sorry for you that you’re so threatened by just one person you consider trash.” You shot back smugly.

“You have to learn to shut that mouth of yours, smartass.” They threatened, hand raised and ready to hit you, but before they could, one of the other students spoke up when they came into the room.

“Leave her alone already. Unless you want a trip to the principal’s office, I suggest you walk away.” You recognize the boy as the class representative and your bullies all scoffed before walking away, sending you another shove before finally leaving you alone, though not before leaving one last threat as they retreated.

You watch them with your eyes squinted before looking down at the mess they left. Frowning at the food Bora made, your mood further dampened as you cleaned it all up and threw it away.

You felt bad that she put such an effort to even wake up early to prepare it for you, only for someone to throw it away instead of letting you enjoy it. And aside from that, the uniform Minji prepared for you the night prior had been ruined, too.

When your classes finally end you let out a sigh of relief while exiting the classroom and then head for the exit so you could head home to change your clothes before heading to the company.

But it looked like your earlier courage had come to bite you in the ass when your bullies appear by your locker, smirks on their arrogant faces before one of them grabbed your arm. “I think you need to be reminded on where you belong.” They tell you, and even when you struggle, they were able to drag you all the way to the back of the school.

“What took you so long?” Yubin asked as soon as you entered the practice room, panting and trying to catch your breath. “Did you go to the dorm first?” Siyeon questioned when she took note of your still wet hair.

“I’m sorry! There was a lot to do at school and someone accidentally spilled their drink on me.” You huffed after finally catching your breath and then straightening up the best you could.

Seeing how tired you looked, Bora pursed her lips together when you dropped your bag on one of the chairs and took a seat on the floor to stretch your sore muscles. "Will you be okay?" She asked softly and you flash her an assuring smile. "I'll be okay, nothing I can't handle." You tell them and Minji chuckles while shaking her head.

“If you say so. But if you’re tired, be sure to tell us and you can take a break. How much homework do you have for today?” Yubin tells you while ruffling your hair. “I managed to finish most of it. I only have my math homework and a few essays.” You answer and Yoohyeon smiled while she raised her hands. “I can help!”

“Okay, okay. But for now, let’s get to work.”

And you did just that. While you all went through the choreography, you did your best to pay attention to everything. Falling into routine, you started off with the whole group before breaking into two groups just in case it helped with learning faster.

You managed to put this day’s events in the back of your mind as you listened to the sound of your song, your voices reaching your ears while you mentally counted. You watched your own movements through the mirror, noting every little detail and your members watched happily from the side.

An hour an a half, you were finally able to take a break from dancing and Gahyeon handed you a bottle when you laid down with a huff. Siyeon was laughing at you from the side and took a picture before you rolled to your side.

“No more!” You groan, only for Bora to start tugging at your leg. “Unnie!” The rest of the girls burst out laughing when the dancer started to drag your body on the floor and you could only scream at her to stop while squirming from her hold.

“You’re using me as a mop!” You yelled at her, but she merely cackled as she started to pull you once more, having Gahyeon’s help this time before you were left at the middle of the practice room.

Yubin shook her head at everything that was happening, though there was a smile on her face. Handong just watched with amusement while you laid, almost in defeat, on the floor and the rest of your members were laughing and Siyeon and Yoohyeon were laughing at the video and pictures they’ve taken.

“Okay, I think the floor is clean.” Minji teased as she sat next to you and poked your cheek with a smile. “You did great!” She laughed before Bora piped up. “Yah! What about me? I was the one who did the pulling!” She claimed before you sat up to playfully glare at her. “No one told you to do it!”

“Is that a way to talk to your mother? Watch yourself, baby.” The older woman tutted and you stick your tongue out while crossing your arms across your chest.

Minji then lightly pushed you in Yoohyeon’s direction. “Go and do your homework.” She ushers and you nod your head before scrambling to your feet and hurrying to Yoohyeon who already had her arms outstretched for you.

The taller woman took you into her arms and nuzzled you before letting you grab your bag to retrieve your homework. As soon as you showed her, her eyes skimmed over the papers before you went to work. Next to you, Yubin and Gahyeon rechecked your already finished homework, especially ones you told them you weren’t sure of your answers.

While resting, the unnie line decided to start up the Vapp just to pass the time and show them what everyone was doing.

“Somnia! We’ve missed you!” They announce happily while setting the phone up. Since they decided to keep some distance just so they wouldn’t disturb any of you as you worked, none of the four of you were seen except through the mirror behind the older girls.

When people saw you in Yoohyeon’s arms while doing your homework, people began asking the four about it.

“Where is maknae line?” Handong read out before Minji adjusted the phone so show all four of you huddled together. “They’re all helping maknae with her homework. Yoohyeonnie volunteered to help Y/n, and then Dami and Gahyeon are checking her answers.” Bora explained while waving her hand. “So we’re not disturbing them because they’re all focused.”

“Y/n has been really busy with school, too. Sometimes I look at her and think ‘please don’t grow up so soon’ but look at her. She’s already taller than Sua unnie.” Siyeon laughed before Bora gave her a disbelieving look. “Yah!”

The pair disappeared from view and Yubin glanced up to look at what the ruckus was about, only to shake her head and continue to put your notebooks back in order.

“Are you almost done?” Minji asked you and Yoohyeon looked up from over your shoulder and then waved her hand. “Almost! Y/n just needs to fix a few things.” She replies as Gahyeon and Yubin head to join the other four.

When they looked at the comments and conversed with the fans while waiting for you, Gahyeon’s expression faltered when she saw a comment about you.

useless spoiled brat

Bora saw it not too long after and she leaned closer to get a good look before reporting the comment. The action had caught your members’ attention and their smiles faded even with the positive comments other fans were trying to send after they had also seen the comment.

“You know, there’s no need to bring other people down with you.” Siyeon said simply before Yoohyeon finally stood up and Handong looked back at you to see you putting your things away. “Y/n said she would finish the rest at the dorm so she can practice more.” The big puppy explained and the latter nodded her head before she reached for your hand when you were near enough.

You allowed her to pull you in for a hug and smiled before looking at the camera. “Hello Somnias! It’s been a while, how are you?” You greet them, oblivious to what happened just minutes ago. “They said they miss you.” Minji beamed as you rested your head on top of Handong’s.

Off to the side, Yubin had whispered to Yoohyeon about the comment aimed at you when you weren’t present and the pout on her face became apparent. “What happened?” She asked quietly so they wouldn’t be heard, but the younger woman shook her head in reply. “Just the usual people who send insults, I guess.” She mutters, displeased, and Yoohyeon huffs before nodding her head.

“I’m doing okay! The unnies have been really strict with me recently because I’ve been sleeping less than I should have.” You had explained when someone asked you about school. “Yoohyeon unnie likes to sneak into my and Dami unnie’s room, so there are times where she’ll make me sleep early.”

“That’s her excuse for when she wants to cuddle.” Yubin piped up and said girl lightly hit her arm in retaliation. “That’s not true!” She retorted, but you were already shaking your head and telling your viewers that it was.

Luckily, no other malicious comment came after that and you soon ended the live to resume with your practice before finally heading home.

A week after you had stood up against your bullies, things seemed to only grow worse. And it seemed that those who watched the live with your members found a way of tormenting you even more.

The past week, you had been shoved into lockers and even locked inside the janitor’s closet until a random passerby heard your voice, asking for help and let you out. They did not stop throwing food or drinks at you and you were running out of excuses to tell your members as to why, thus the reason you started to bring extra clothes just to be safe.

The constant bullying along with your practices were taking a toll on your body. The beating was getting worse and worse and no one was able to step in to help you due to the threat of being bullied themselves. The only time you were safe was when your class representative or teachers were around, but every time that happened, they came back ten times harsher.

“Don’t you train? A little push shouldn’t hurt you.” Your bully said after pushing you to the ground. When you tried to get back up, they planted their foot firmly on your back just so you wouldn’t move.

Another leaned down to get a look at your face and you could only grit your teeth while trying to move from under your classmate’s foot. “Not so tough anymore?” They taunted before poking your forehead. “We told you, you don’t get the last laugh here.” They muttered before the back of their hand collided with your cheek.

With a harsh stomp on your leg, pain shot through you before they finally left you on the ground, dirt and garbage surrounding you like they did the first time you were brought to the back of the school.

At the company, your members were all waiting for you to arrive for them to start, though Handong and Siyeon were already reviewing their parts somewhere in the room while Gahyeon was sitting on the ground, phone pressed to her ear as she waited for you to pick up.

“She isn’t answering.” The second maknae mumbled worriedly since this had been her third time calling you and you weren’t answering any of their messages. “Should we call the school?” She suggested, but Minji shook her head. “Maybe she’s at the dorm to freshen up. She has a lot going on, so it’s understandable that she would head there, first.”

“But it’s been an hour. She’s never usually this late.” Yubin reasoned, frowning when another text was left unread. “What if something happened to her?” Gahyeon voiced her worries out, but Bora gave her a look. “Don’t think like that. Y/n is just late. She’ll be here in how many minutes and she’ll be fine.”

Despite her confidence, she had her own doubts because Yubin was right. You were a punctual person and you hated making others wait because of you, so there was worrying gnawing at the back of her mind with the more time that ticked by.

After another half hour passed by, Yoohyeon finally huffed and stood up. “Where are you going?” Siyeon questioned as the younger woman headed for the door. “I’m going to Y/n’s school to check on her.” She announced while yanking the door open, only to catch two of your managers on the phone and heading out.

“Oppa, where are you going?” She asked when she saw the urgency in their eyes. Your manager unnie looked hesitantly at her and then saw the rest of your members behind her before sighing. “We don’t know yet, but Y/n is at the hospital and we need to go with her.”

Hearing that had caused their blood to run cold before Yoohyeon shook her head and followed after the pair. “I’m coming, too.” She informs them, her tone clear that there was no room for argument and the rest snapped out of their shock to quickly collect their things.

Your manager let out another breath before nodding her head. “Okay, but you stay close and wait.” She tells them before they were led to the car and brought to the hospital you had been brought to.

“We’ve been told that the janitor found her passed out behind the school. She can’t walk, but we don’t know just how bad her injuries are as of yet.” Your manager explains, clearly disturbed by what they found out.

“Has Y/n ever mentioned having problems at school?” The other asked and the girls looked at each other before shaking their heads. “She doesn’t talk much about her classmates.” Handong explains and they nod before the car had been parked for them to get out.

While the other manager went to park the car, the girls, along with your manager unnie went inside to look for you, asking the front desk which room you were in before they made their way there.

All throughout the drive and the trip to your room, your members could only think about what could have caused your injuries or who could have done this to you because they just couldn’t imagine someone laying their hand on you.

When they reached the front of the door, your manager looked to each of the girls’ faces and saw the nervous and anxious looks that they wore. She was about to tell them that they didn’t have to enter, but she knows that none of them would be able to rest if they didn’t see you.

So upon entering the room you were in, they were greeted by the doctor and a few nurses that were in charge of looking after you. The doctor looked up from the clipboard she was holding and then offered a sympathetic smile to everyone as she ushered them all inside.

“How is she?” Your manager asked and the doctor turned back to your sleeping form. “She’s alright, nothing too serious. Aside from the bruises, it looks like her leg has been beat really badly. At first we thought she may have either fractured or dislocated it since she couldn’t move it, but luckily it isn’t that severe.” She explains while flipping through the page.

“The area isn’t somewhere for her to hurt during a fall unless there was a rock or bumps on the ground, but from what the man who brought her here stated, there wasn’t anything. Given that she was also behind their school, Y/n’s injuries weren’t caused by an accident.”

“So, you’re telling us that someone did this to her on purpose?” Bora demanded and your doctor sighed softly as she rubbed the back of her neck. “I can’t say that I’m certain, but with the blunt force needed to hurt her leg like this, it would appear so. And the fact that she was left behind their school with no one to find her is questionable, but I don’t have all the answers you’re looking for.”

She nodded to the man that stood at the side of the room, offering them a small nod before introducing himself. “You were the one who found her?” Your manager questions and he nods.

“Can you tell us what happened when you saw her? Was there anyone around?” The man frowned as he glanced at you and then shook his head. “She was all alone when I was cleaning up. The kids should have all left the school and the only people around when I was cleaning were a few members of the faculty, and they were even surprised when I reported Y/n being behind the school.”

Minji pursed her lips, inhaling deeply as she clenched her fists. “Do you see Y/n at school at all? Has anyone been bothering her?” She was dreading the answer, but when the grimace appeared on the man’s face, it was clear to them what was going on.

“Y/n was never one to get mixed into trouble, it just so happened that some kids from her class weren’t too fond of her. I don’t know the whole thing, but I’ve seen them pouring her with drinks and even stealing her food.” He then began to narrate everything he was able to witness and even the whispers of students he’s passed by.

Meanwhile your members all needed to pause and let the information sink in. Siyeon held on to Yubin’s shoulder to keep herself steady while Minji felt her eyes begin to tear up.

“How do none of the teachers know about this?” Yoohyeon demanded, but your manager gestured for them to keep quiet before she faced the male. “Would you mind if I ask a few more questions? This is a serious issue and endangering the health of one of our artists is definitely going to cause problems for the school.”

Your manager told your members to all stay in the room while she dealt with everything and none of them needed to be told twice as they approached the bed. Gahyeon took the seat closest to you and gently took your hand in her own.

The room was quiet, save for the steady beating of your heart through the monitor, but even that didn’t ease their worries as they watched over you.

Handong was lightly rubbing the leader’s back when she saw the concern on her face, the tears that she was trying to keep at bay was making her eyes sting. Yoohyeon held Bora’s hand when she saw the shorter woman already wiping her own tears, but the most prominent emotion she had in her was anger.

Who dared to hurt her baby so badly that she ended in the hospital?

It wasn’t acceptable.

“Don’t do anything brash.” Siyeon was the first to speak up, her expression dark while she kept her arms crossed. “We’re all upset, that’s clear, but we have to make sure maknae is alright before anything else.”

“She’s in the hospital, I think that’s a clear enough sign that she’s not alright.” Yoohyeon shot back with her teeth clenched. “Why would she not tell us she was being bullied? Who the heck would do such a thing?” Bora finally let out and Yubin pursed her lips as Minji sucked in a deep breath.

“Siyeon is right. We need to be calm about this.” But Minji’s words only further angered the pair. “How the hell are we going to be calm? Do you see what’s going on?” Bora gestured to you but Yubin shook her head. “Jiu unnie is right. We can’t be doing things that will only get everyone in trouble.”

“So we’re just going to let these kids go and keep tormenting Y/n?” Yoohyeon shot back. “You know that none of us want that, but we can always handle this in a civil manner.” Handong intervened, but their bickering had only further progressed until Gahyeon looked up.

“Be quiet!”

Surprised, all six of them turned to her as she bit her lip. She didn’t want to have to raise her voice, but they were not helping in making the situation better.

“Y/n is in the hospital, she’s hurt, we know that and we can’t do anything, but do you think arguing with each other is going to make her feel better? You want to do something, so do I but that’s not our call.” She said in between sobs, her grip on your hand growing tighter. “The best we can do is be there for her and make her feel better, not remind her of what happened.”

That seemed to help the girls in calming down. While their emotions clashed with one another, they decided to keep some space between them inside the room as they waited though Gahyeon refused to leave your side, along with Bora.

Your managers came back shortly afterwards to inform them about everything the janitor told them and that they would be having a meeting with the school, along with your director.

“He’ll be stopping by as soon as Y/n is comfortable enough to talk.” The girls nodded in understanding before the pair left to arrange whatever preparations they needed to make, as well as emailing your school.

“... wasn’t what I wanted and I shouldn’t have said that.”

Groaning softly, you force your eyes to open as you hear the sound of your members’ voices.

When did you fall asleep and when did you get home? You don’t remember getting to leave the school after-

“What happened?” Was the first thing you were able to croak out, voice hoarse after not using it for so long.

Settling down around the bed, all of the girls seemed relieved to see you awake after how many hours of waiting. Yubin offered you some water to drink before you took a sip, thanking her before finally taking in the scene that you were in.

“How are you feeling?” Gahyeon asked softly as she brushed your hair back. You let out a small huff before shifting in bed. “Like I went through our whole choreography for five days.” You mutter and it was able to draw some chuckles from your members. “Well, at least your sense of humor is fine.” Handong replies before Minji finally placed her hand on your leg.

You turn to her and there’s a look that you recognize from the time she sat you down to have a serious conversation regarding your schedules and how you were coping up. “Would you mind talking to us?” She asks carefully and you know that, by now, there was no hiding anything with how serious things have gotten between you and your classmates.

So with a nod, the girls take that as their cue to ask what they needed. “Why didn’t you tell us that people were picking on you?” Yoohyeon was the first to ask and you play with the sheets while avoiding their gaze. “I didn’t think it was a big deal at first. I assumed they would get bored and stop eventually.”

“But it only got worse.” Yubin said for you, and you grimaced while nodding. “They didn’t like me for being an idol. They didn’t want people to be better than them.” You sigh while leaning back. “... You know they can be charged for assault, right?”

At that, you kept quiet while they continued to explain the call they received from your director.

“We want you to transfer schools, but we don’t think it’s fair for us to be making that decision when it’s you who’s directly involved. So, the director wants to know what actions we’ll be taking from here.”

You were quiet for a while and they understood that this wasn’t an ideal position for someone at your age, but they couldn’t sit by and keep you in a place where it was clearly dangerous for you.

With a sigh, you shake your head and look up to all of them. “I don’t want to press any charges.” Hearing your answer caused most of them to frown and Siyeon rubbed the back of your hand as she sat down. “Why not?”

“They’re kids my age and, sure, they hurt me, but the difference is that I already have a career. I can handle transferring but if I do press charges, that could potentially ruin their future even though I know there’s a chance of them changing.” You explain quietly, afraid that they wouldn’t agree with your sentiments.

But to your surprise, they don’t protest and, instead, smile before Yubin ruffled your hair whilst Minji placed a chaste kiss on your forehead, being mindful to avoid the bruises on your cheeks. “We’ll talk with the director tomorrow and tell him. For now, get some rest.”

And as you went back to sleep that night, all of your members could only watch over you with fond smiles and admiration swimming in their eyes. Because even when you were at the receiving end of other people’s words and actions, you were always understanding enough to give them another chance.

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normal-thoughts-official · 3 years ago

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Ur take on a malec beauty and the beast au please

ugh you got me in a difficult position here because on the one hand, i do love the idea of a beauty and the beast malec au. i just think the idea of a socially isolated person who thinks themself/is perceived as monstruous and who has locked away their heart and doesn't believe they could ever be loved fits magnus like a glove. but on the other hand, i don't want to make magnus, a brown character, animalistic, for obvious reasons. and i can't really think of a way to make him monstruous that doesn't fall into animalization/beastification (both racist tropes) or ableist tropes

so i'm thinking... maybe the spell is just that people are repulsed by him/fear him automatically? like it just creates this horrible almost impossible to ignore repulsive/fear/"fight or flight activating" aura around him for absolutely no reason and makes ppl be repulsed and/or hate him. even if it doesn't change his appearance at all. it's not really a changing or shifting spell, more like a spell of hatred

which like.... i know doesn't sound like anything poc/queer people don't already go through but there is a main difference which is that it makes it impossible to find a community. like even other brown and queer people look at him and feel this... huge disgust and even fear and might even hide and so the isolation is absolutely total and it fucking hurts. and besides it is one thing (a very bad thing) to walk around and have to be on constant alert because you never know if someone is going to be violent, and have to deal with occasional comments and disgusted reactions... it's another to consistently have like, children screaming and people cowering 100% of the time without exception, you know? he's basically living the life ppl with social anxiety think they live and he has nowhere to turn to, no one who understands or who's more likely to actually want to talk to him because of his differences. there's no one to lean on. even the people who love him aren't immune to it, even if of course they are not turning their backs on him

so anyway here are my thoughts: this was totally done by camille lol beacuse the whole backstory about being mean to an elderly lady doesn't fit magnus anyway and also i just like sprinkling camille angst where i can. so after magnus finally got himself free of her and her stupid claws she hexxed him back into isolation. both as punishment (a kinda "if you don't want me, then you have no one" logic) and just to make him more vulnerable because again, abusers want you alone and isolated and away from a support network so you are more dependant on them and more likely to buy into their thwarped logic if they can immerse you in it. so she's just trying to manipulate him into getting back with her, because she wants him and most of all his power

and basically you know the drill, if he doesn't find anyone who will love him romantically until the rose withers yada yada he will die. and again she just wants to make the spell so it constantly drives home how alone he is and how he can't find anyone who will love him (except for her), and make it so he's more and more likely to come back to her as time goes by because then the spell will be broken

(sidenote: camille obviously doesn't actually love him, because anyone who does that to someone doesn't love them. but as the one who cast the spell, she can lift it whenever she wants. so all she has to do is kiss him and lift the spell and be like "see, magnus? who else would love you like this, but me? even after all these years?". and honestly if it had come to that magnus would know she was lying because there is no way this is love, none. but anyway it doesn't come to that, that's just what her plan is)

anyway it still doesn't work because magnus is done and he won't get back to her, and he particularly doesn't want to get back with her after, you know, all this trashfire. and he just sets his jaw and is like "fine" and accepts that he will live however long he still has with his friends and people he loves and away from her, basically

and like gosh sidenote but this would have been so painful for his friends. camille very deliberately made it romantic love because she knows magnus has so many fucking people who love him, but him and the immortal squad have found family dynamics, not romantic ones. so there is nothing they can do even though their love for magnus is just... so real and pure and they hate to see him like this, hate to know that right when he finally got rid of her she made sure he still couldn't go out in the world. especially since magnus has always been so damn sociable, loved to be surrounded by people and to meet them and care for them. but here he is, walking as hidden as he can and with his head down avoiding eye contact because he knows the horror is there and some children run away screaming when they see him

and i just picture this desperate little scene with raphael in particular where he's just like.... "i'll try to kiss you. we have to try" and magnus is all, "my boy, you don't even like kissing, and she was very adamant that it had to be romantic" and raphael is almost in tears like "but i do love you, goddamn it! i should be able to undo this spell" and it's so sweet that he's trying and willing to be in this really awkward position where he kisses (yikes) magnus (which is just weird especially since magnus is kind of a father figure to him) because he's just... so desperate to have him free of her, finally, once and for all, you know?

but obviously it doesn't work, not even with dot, who had a kinda fling with him in the past but doesn't really feel Romantic Love™ for him even though she does love him, it's just... not what the spell requires. and it's unfair as hell and there are lots of tears but just the fact that magnus falls asleep surrounded in a teary cuddle pile after some of the absolute worst kisses of his life because his friends/family love him enough to put themselves in such an uncomfortable position in the hopes of making him free, is enough to make him feel a little better. and the fact that they are still there for him and obviously still love him so fiercely even though looking at him now literally evokes fight or flight instincts in them is already more than anything camille could ever give him. if anything, she's proven how loved magnus is

and that helps him get through it that day and is something he tries to hold unto in the worst days, but still, it's hard and it just... sucks. it's tiring to go out in the street and always have people staring at you and to see the horror in their faces and be so isolated and never really know what might happen, if he will be attacked or harrassed or what exactly will happen. so he isolates himself more and more and soon the only people who ever see him or visit him are his friends. and fuck, do they hate seeing him like this

things settle in a weird kind of way. magnus is still living his life and working as a wizard and etc and in a way the spell even helps him have some more credibility because you know, isolated scary person is kinda what ppl expect from wizards. but he avoids having contact at all costs and mostly sends the potions they request and stuff their way, and the only ppl he sees are his friends unless he absolutely can't avoid going outside. and he's fucking miserable. and every once in a while camille will come back to be like "so, magnus, are you ready to stop with this little tantrum of yours and come back to me now? how is the rose doing, by the way?" because god forbid he catches a break

also it turns out that magnus' adoptive streak becomes even stronger because he is 1- extra lonely; and 2- empathizing more than ever with the outcasts. don't get me wrong, he always has, he's a fucking brown, bi trans man for fuck's sake. we all see ourselves in the stray dogs and lonely people one way or another. but now this is turned up to a thousand, so, you know

so he has one (1) extra kind of contact in his life which is basically with stray animals (particularly cats cuz u know, this is magnus) that he finds around in need of help. they can all leave if they want, but a lot of them stay, particularly the black cats, disabled animals, and others that have a particularly hostile environment outside. you know

(not me again with my very specific hcs about deaf pitbulls who fall in love with my faves but LOOK pitbulls are very sweet and caring animals who don't deserve the fame of monsters that they have and if the idea of one being best friend's with magnus and them having a loving and caring relationship doesn't appeal to you then idk what the fuck to tell you)

this of course doesn't help his image cuz this guy is just going there and collecting black cats and snakes and has a huge pitbull around with him at all times but it's not like it can get any worse so magnus doesn't care, and besides, he can't just leave them out to die in the cold and harrassment of middle ages white ppl who think black cats are the worst possible thing but rats carrying deadly diseases are fine (and look, i know rats are also animals that get a lot of shit and persecution, but like, seriously, clean the streets)

and every once in a while there will be a person in need too, like a homeless person in need of a place to stay or some sick person who has been abandoned or something of the sort, so magnus brings them in as well and cares for them as well as he can, but also tries to maintain minimal contact because he's been burned too many times, okay

so like, cue alec! i know in the original BATB belle ended up with the beast to save her father's life but fuck that. i lowkey consider making it "izzy ran away from home so alec comes after her and they both end up staying with magnus" but i think i like it better if it's just alec who decided to leave. like he's done with the abuse both towards him and his sister and he wants to be able to live his life even if he's gonna have to start over in some other village all alone. anywhere but here and all that

and of course alec used to be plenty rich and he has a lot of skills that help him pass by - he's a good archer and hunter, he's a good leader and organizer so he could do wonders for a failing business, he's smart and cunning - but he also has, like, 2 gold coins to his name. maybe some more from stuff he took from home and sold, but still

initially he is living at a tavern and i guess i'm making simon, raphael, and maia tavern owners again! i don't even care anymore, it suits them. rapha is the cook and the three of them run the business and simon also makes musical appearances during dinners every once in a while, and they are living the happy queer polyamorous life of their dreams. we have no choice but to stan

anyway alec is staying with them and he becomes friends with i think maia in particular since, you know, she is the one with the most contact with the customers since rapha is in the kitchen and simon is up the stage most of the time. plus they are both the same brand of bastard and they have an easy understanding between them that just works

and look! simon, raphael, and maia are 3 trans, non-christian/non-white (unnecessary addendum: the concept of whiteness didn't exist until around the 17th century, but whiteness as a concept came basically as a substitute for christianity [link to source], so i'm counting the fact that simon is jewish and raphael and maia are not culturally european as equivalent to non-whiteness in this context) people, so it's not like they would ever kick a gay man running from an abusive home out. but you know what they also are? magnus' friends. and after a while of talking to him maia thinks he is trustworthy enough for them to send magnus' way, because magnus needs as many friends as possible. plus, he wouldn't kick a person in need out, so unlike with them magnus can't really push this newcomer away so he'd have more company. plus, the possibility that he might fall in love with magnus and undo the stupid spell is there, i'm just saying! i'm not saying it WILL happen but why not give it a fucking shot?

raphael in particular is of course super protective of magnus and he swears to god that if this guy gives him half a bad look raphael will end him, which earns him some pats on the shoulder for his troubles and "rapha, we don't want magnus to be hurt either"s. maia says that she's been assessing him for quite a while now and she's pretty positive that he won't be terrible to magnus, but if she's wrong, she'll kill him personally too. and rapha trusts maia. how could he not? she's maia

so, they send alec magnus' way. "i'm sorry alec, but we are struggling to make ends meet *hides gigantic gold stash* and the tavern is packed *raphael upstairs stomps at maximum speed to make it seem like their 13 empty rooms upstairs actually have people* and we really need your room to give to this customer *simon in a wig* BUT we have a friend who we're sure will give you shelter if you ask, it's not very far away, and once we have a free room we will let you know". and alec is just like, okay, because he's been staying there for free or considerably less than the usual fee/in exchange for some stuff he hunts for quite a while now, and they are nice, so it's not like he can complain

and they don't tell him about the spell exactly because it is not their story to tell but they do let him know what to expect re: magnus' vibes and say it's a spell. and alec's like ok i guess. alec's very practical, he doesn't really care, and it's not like it's the guy's fault anyway. which is exactly why maia is sending alec there

so they send magnus a heads up ("magnus this guy is HOMELESS and we are SOOOOO packed can you please give him shelter for a little while thx xoxo"). alec arrives there a while later carrying like 3 prime rabbits he has hunted as a thank you gift because he hates being dependant on people but it's not like jobs abound in the middle ages, and he is actually a little embarrassed to go in and ask this guy he doesn't know for shelter but he IS kinda desperate. for now

anyway he is standing there with his 3 rabbits debating whether or not to knock on the door and magnus just opens it magically like "i know you're there, dear, just come in" so alec does and awkwardly presents him the rabbits and shit and is all "thanks for letting me stay, uh. i can help you with food and taking care of the house and stuff" even though, you know, magnus has magic and doesn't need it

(and magnus appreciates it deeply, because it is tiring to do it all magically on his own but most non-magical people don't even consider that)

and like... it is very awkward at first because magnus does NOT trust at all and he mostly just wants to keep away from anyone who can... look at him. but they ARE living together (oh my god they were roommates!! just kidding they each have their own room but you get it) so it's inevitable. but like magnus' insecurity makes him keep to himself for long times and makes things awkward, kinda like how the initial days with the beast and belle the beast was rude and kinda shitty except magnus is not shitty, just... private

and maybe the subject even comes up like "thanks for the meal alec. i'll go eat it in my room" "i mean, you could eat here if you want" "and ruin your appetite? no thank you" and alec is just like "*shrug* it won't ruin my appetite. unless you are my parents, the concept of failure, or some girl wanting me to marry her, i don't think there's a lot the spell can do to make me scared. besides, you literally have a kitten on top of your head right now and you refuse to remove it and are using a spell to keep her from jostling when you move" "her name is Fluffy, and she is sleeping!" "right, my bad" "wait did you say the concept of failure?" "yea"

it's not that the spell doesn't work on alec; it does, just like it works on his friends. but he is willing to go beyond that initial repulsive reaction that he knows is illogical anyway (and alec is the kind of guy who is just like "if my feelings aren't logical, i don't listen to them" which in this case is useful lmao). and the thing is that once you get to know magnus there is nothing about him that is scary, and the feeling just becomes completely ignorable, because humans are nothing if not adaptable. but most people don't want to go through the trouble to try, and magnus himself doesn't want to let himself be vulnerable enough to give them a chance because there IS a great chance that he will be met with some level of aggression, even if it's an unintentional microaggression

and eventually they grow closer and build trust. i think this happens particularly when camille steps in for one of her regularly schedule shoving-it-in-magnus'-face visits and alec is just like. "hey why don't you just use magic to keep her away?" and magnus realizes that he never even THOUGHT of that and like, jesus, how much has he been unconsciously torturing himself? so he does it, and he ends up telling alec about the story of the spell, which might be the first time he's told someone that didn't know him before the spell was cast

(alec: "so she's basically just killing you slowly?" magnus: "don't be silly, alexander. torturing me first is the most important part". and he sounds self deprecating and almost resigned and god alec feels murderous)

ohh but wait bonus: magnus says that she will only undo the spell if he gets back with her, he doesn't mention that it technically can be undone by romantic love or whatever bullshit's going on because he doesn't believe it can happen anyway, so, who cares

anyway! time goes by. fun fact: alec and magnus get along really fucking well. magnus is so so smart and knowledgeable and he shows alec many of his inventions that never got to see the light of day or that were stolen by someone else who wasn't cursed and took all the credit. he also fascinates alec with his magic, but mostly with his personality. there's something just endlessly endearing about this guy who is so fucking proud of his puns and so so nice and gentle to every creature he encounters, be it a kitten or a pitbull, who's letting alec stay with him for no reason other than that alec needs it

and alec is so goddamn appreciative of it because like he IS and we stan! and he's always trying to give back to magnus which is kind of a rarity, but most of all he's also extremely funny beneath the whole no-bullshit attitude, he's caring and fierce and resourceful and strong (so's magnus) and they click so well. they can also talk about their similar experiences with like, abuse and trauma without making it super heavy and they're just,,, so supportive of each other. so like yeah surprise surprise they fall in love

but they don't really say anything because (on magnus' part) that's just fucking ridiculous, he's a monster; and (on alec's part) he will put magnus is a way too uncomfortable position if magnus doesn't like him that way and they will just... be living together. and magnus will feel like he has to compensate to alec somehow and alec doesn't want that. it's just complicated when one of them is dependant on the other, and besides, alec has had very little to offer magnus so far

(no, he has no idea how much his company means to magnus and has brighted his depressed ass life. he is stupid)

sometimes magnus' friends visit and they're always just so happy for him, to see how he's hanging out more and let someone into his life after so long. it earns him a lot of forehead kisses and "i'm so happy to see you like this". and over time he starts to invite them over more as well as just open up back to the people in his life :')

angsty but also kind of fluffy sidenote: i picture that every time they kiss his forehead or cheek or whatever they linger for a little while and then open their eyes slowly and sigh like "i had been hoping that it would work this time. magnus, you know i love you, right?" and magnus is all like "i know just from you saying that, darling. it's just not how the spell works" and aaa

and like to be extra clear im not saying that alec fixes him or romantic love heals him or whatever, just that having let someone in, someone who didn't know him before the spell, and have them completely accept him and realize how much he had been missing out re: touch and human contact helps him realize how much he misses his friends and how pushing them away is stupid when they've never been anything if not supportive of him. they don't care that he's cursed. and obviously magnus was already on the way to that if he even managed to let alec in anyway

anyway! dramatic healing scene. LOOK. usually i'd be all for "they don't change back actually because people don't have to look beautiful to be lovable". like the original BATB disappointed me sooo badly because i had just been hoping that he'd stay the same way and still be loved. but in this case it's not that magnus doesn't look beautiful! it's that the spell has made him be hated by people for no reason other than existing. and breaking the spell is not changing magnus himself, it's changing that hatred. so, yeah. i'm not saying it's a deep metaphor or anything, just, you know daudhasdja it's different from the usual monster thing

and i'm torn here because on the one hand i LOVE the drama of the original BATB where everyone decides to gather to kill the beast and belle saves him and shit, but idk if it fits with the vibe ive been building here. no actually @ me shut the fuck up. you know how i mentioned that they kick camille out with magic finally? i actually had no intentions of following through with this in any way but like of COURSE she would be absolutely pissed out of her mind and want to get back in some way, we already know she's vindictive. so i'm gonna use that. this is what neil gailman meant when he said that writing is just making a rough draft and then writing it again but like it's on purpose this time

anyway! so after they yeet her camille is obviously furious and fuming and it might have finally dawned on her that magnus will NOT fucking cave and she is losing power over him, not gaining it. so she decides to play a last card and get him to almost die so he kind of HAS to take her bid, you know? so she makes up some shit about how magnus has kidnapped the lightwood heir and she's only now hearing about it, and no one else is safe and yada yada. and she has "proof" because alec IS indeed there and again the spell just helps everyone easily agree with her that magnus is That Kind Of Guy or whatever, and middle ages ppl weren't exactly waiting for a good enough reason to grab their pitchforks. and they don't even KNOW about the spell, really. all they know is that he's very powerful, secluded, and they all fear and almost hate him just from one look

so camille makes up some bullshit story about how he made a deal with the devil to become extra powerful, and that the source of his powers is the rose, so they have to get rid of the rose to kill him. (sidenote: i never understood why the hell the rose was never used as a weakness against the beast. like was he keeping it super guarded and safe just for the fucking shits?) so they devise an attack so someone can sneak up and get the rose, and camille makes up some bullshit story about how they have to destroy the rose a specific way so it takes longer and she has time to manipulate magnus before he dies. man, it's easy to be a villain when your target is secluded

anyway! big attack at magnus' house. magnus' friends don't hear about it until it's too late because camille knows exactly who they are and warned them that they were on "the witch's" side. alec is maybe away hunting when it happens? camille obviously has magic in this AU so she can check for that information. maybe she even says that she will be the one responsible for finding the lightwood heir so there is minimal risk of him revealing that she lied lmao

oh no, violence! they battle and yada yada. catarina is probably the first one to realize what is happening because i figure she, madzie, and dot are the ones who live closest to magnus'. they send fire messages and get ragnor, simon, maia, raphael, and meliorn to help. oh yeah, and alec i genuinely forgot trust me to forget about romance in a romance-focused au. but alec is the only one of them without any magical resources and he's far away and on foot, so he's gonna be the last to get there, which camille had been counting on

but alec or no alec, they can keep the attackers at bay because they're all powerful and smart and shit and a lot of them have magic as opposed to the mundanes who don't, but of course that's mostly because they are holding off on attacking and the invasion is mostly a distraction because their PLAN is to use the rose. and camille tells them all to leave once the petal puckering starts so she can "protect them from any lashouts" (have her big villain speech). and it's not like any of magnus' friends is gonna leave to go after them when magnus is dying, bUT they also won't attack camille because she's his only hope. and they won't be able to get to stop the rose plucking in time because that's in another room and while she made it slower than something that the person can use to kill him in a second it's also not slow enough for them to get there on time (maybe there's a spell against magic use near where magnus keeps the rose? just for extra safety, so the ones with magic can't portal there or whatever)

anyway. big villain speech. magnus screams in pain every time a new petal is plucked. his friends are either running to the rose thing desperately or trying to get camille to stop this madness, she's going to kill him for fuck's sake. i don't know which chooses to do what so you can figure that out i guess. and for that extra drama, right when the last petal was going to be plucked, wee woo alec lightwood arrives! and he went straight for the rose because magnus had told him about it and he figured that there was a good chance the attackers might go for it. so he shoots the person's leg or something and gets them away from the rose and yay, day saved! mostly. because now there is only one petal left to fall before magnus dies, so at the very least, his lifespan has been shortened considerably. also, he is still in pain

i'm torn about what happens to camille then. on the one hand, i love killing camille! bonding activities for the whole family. on the other, she kinda is the only one who can save him now. they all know magnus won't want to get back with her, but hey, it's not like camille wants a relationship! she wants magnus to be her asset. a relationship was just the best way to get him to do that she had initially. but magnus doesn't want to cave and be dependant of her, so, you know. but maybe they can try to convince her to stop this fucking madness, god knows how

so okay yeah no camille-killing yet because they don't want to jeopardize magnus' safety, so she just leaves convinced that either way, she wins, and this might be the best possible scenario actually because magnus will have lots of times to think it over and be real desperate and come to her and strike a deal. so, yay her! she just needs to lie to the mundanes that the mission was successful or whatever, and it's not like that's gonna be hard because magnus won't want to be seen there again, so

we are all running to check up on magnus now. he's kinda like, on the ground coughing blood, but he'll live for as long as the last rose doesn't fall. still, they all settle on trying to help him, getting him in bed, tending to his wounds, etc. and thinking about what the fuck they are all going to do now. so you have raphael and maia making magnus soup, simon running his mouth as he throws around ideas on how they can fix this, ragnor, cat, dot, and madzie (who is here now that the danger is over ofc) checking and rechecking magnus' vitals for the billionth time and trying to figure out how much time they have, meliorn using their fae powers to stop his pain. and madzie is all snuggled in bed with magnus holding his hand and asking if he wants her to tell him a bedtime story, and magnus just... feels cared for and loved

alec meanwhile i think would tell what ACTUALLY happened to the person who was doing the rose thing - i actually have thought about it and think it might make sense for it to be luke. just because i love him and it kinda fits the whole "initially sided with shadowhunters, lately became a downworlder" thing. and like luke genuinely believed he was saving a person/people so alec brings him in too and magnus is all "catarina, dear, can you help heal his leg? i would, but i don't think i have enough magic right now" because he is the sweetest man immediately wanting to help the guy who almost killed him. and luke is in awe

(and alec brings him on purpose, too, because he knows that anyone who actually talks to magnus for a little while will see what an amazing person he is. and he hopes that luke, as a mundane, can tell the others that and turn them against camille)

and after that, of course, alec sits down by magnus' side and Does Not Leave. he's just there holding his hand and talking to him and magnus' friends, who are all also kind of. sitting there, trying to snuggle up in a gigantic pile of like 10 ppl to cuddle close to magnus and make sure he feels loved and cared for and that they know he is real. madzie gets special privileges in that sense because she's smaller and also a kid, so she gets to be kinda snuggled up with him. so alec has to be content with holding magnus' hand lmao (which he is, he's just happy that he's alive and okay. and he has a whole plan to get camille to undo the spell, mostly involving getting the mundanes against her and telling her that she is only safe for as long as magnus lives, because once he dies, she will have a bunch of ppl who will hunt her down to the faces of the earth to make her pay for what she did to him. the only reason they didn't do that yet is because she can still save magnus' live, so is she really going to let him die knowing that she will be next?)

so alec takes his hand and tells magnus that they will fix this, he promises, and give a little kiss on magnus' hand. just a little peck, no deep intentions, but magnus gasps a little because he feels something, and his eyes water a little bit because he's so touch starved and tired and hurt and alec kissed his hand and he can feel this kind of ache inside him, somehow a good ache, but he just can't explain it. and so alec notices his watery eyes and he very tenderly wipes his tears away and tells him that they're all on his side, will always be, and kisses him on the forehead. and this kiss? this kiss is full of adoration and love and purpose, and magnus gasps and the wounds that hadn't been healed suddenly mend together, and the petals that had fallen go back to the rose before it disappears in a beautiful flash of light, and suddenly magnus' magic is back full force and he just looks at himself for a second, and everyone erupts into joy because holy shit, the spell is broken

and alec is so confused because again! he didn't kNOW about the whole true love's kiss thing or he would have asked magnus to let him kiss him as soon as he learnt about his feelings, because even if magnus didn't feel the same way, alec could undo the spell. and he's like "why the hell didn't you tell me?? we could have fixed this months ago" and magnus is like "i didn't think it would make a difference. wait, you're in love with me? have been for months?" and alec is like "first of all, yes. second of all, i have nothing else to say, i just said 'first of all' because i was so indignant"

and magnus laughs and jumps on him and kisses him on the mouth this time and they are both smiling and laughing into it and so so happy. and raphael is kind of just peppering kisses on maia's face too, like, "you were right, he undid the spell, thank you" and maia was never sure that this would happen but she will take the credit actually please and thank you

and they all live happily ever after and kill camille together the end i guess. god this post was so long i'm so sorry

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yharnamsnewslug · 3 years ago

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I'd love to hear about the visceral music lol

NNNNNGH ANON I LOVE YOU - Okay, okay, so - fuck, I've a bunch, now that I think about it BUT let's goooo.

So in no particular order, and with the lyric specified unless it's the whole fucking song:

1) Liar, by the Arcadian Wild: "I have made you my next victim."

Okay so I'm BIASED on this one because I've been working for WEEKS on an animatic of my Saltmarsh campaign, which I'm DMing, and the barbarian's father is a huge mystery within the game, right? And this is HIS song, this is the man that begins EVERYTHING that has happened within the campaign (it's based on the module but heavily Homebrewed, because I wanted to do a full campaign with the Princes of the Sea). In any case, this is his song and the break of it is INSANE, it really is, it gives me goosebumps but the moment of GUILT as Greyson looks at John and feels this huge wave of sadness as he realizes he has to kill his best friend to save a little boy... GODS.

2) Call Them Brothers, by Regina Spektor: "Everyone's chasing a shot, a shot rings out, nobody wants it. Nobody wants it to stop."

Not just because I'm a younger sibling and my relationship with my sister is fucking bad, but also within the current Spanish political climate, this feels pointed and hard. I listen to it and I'm a bit overcome by the fucking guilt of being part of a system that's intent on splitting the public with political parties (not even ideologies!!! Just parties!!!) instead of helping this fucking country.

3) The Thunder Answered Back by Gabby's World: this entire song but ALSO -

“I SAID HOW'D IT TURN SO BAD?

THEN THE THUNDER ANSWERED BACK

IF YOU KNOW NOT WHAT YOU LACK

THEN YOU MUST UNTURN YOUR BACK

YOUR INSIDE IS OVERCAST

AND YOU ARE TETHERED TO YOUR PAST

AND IT MUST FEEL LIKE FUCKING HELL

TO BE A PATCHWORK OF YOURSELF.

A BUNCH OF SCRAPS, THROWN AND SOWN AROUND YOUR BONES

AND THOUGH YOU’RE ALONE IT’S HOLDING YOU TOO TIGHTLY”

This song I think it’s my favorite?? Of all time?? And like, okay, to me it’s so stupid to have a favorite song because there are so many and I can never even choose my favorite band, even if I have favorites, but damn this song. It feels so raw and when I discovered it in 2018, it was... good. And it’s become greater and greater and greater since then. A lot has changed. My feelings about this song have changed. The ENTIRE song is good but this part just makes me feel, period.

4) Inside, by Bo Burnham: especifically Content, Problematic, All Eyes On Me and Goodbye

From Content, just the utter absurdity and genius of fucking... “I had anxiety so bad that I had multiple panic attacks on stage, I was a creator that criticized the exploitation of parasocial relationships between artist and public for profit and I said multiple times just how guilty I feel about being someone who was thrust into the spotlight when I was a middle class white kid that shouldn’t have gotten so much attention. It’s slightly depressing but also funny as he raises the flashlight and shines it on the disco ball, “But look, I made you some conteeeent! Daddy made you your favorite, open wide! Here comes the content!” SPOON-FED TO YOU AHHHHHHH HE’S SO GOOD AT MUSIC. I really don’t give a shit that TikTok kids misused his music to do edgy OC content~~ and that subsequently, Tumblr has decided that Bo Burnham is cringe, I think Inside is one of the best things, if not the best thing, to come from 2021.

From Problematic, he voices everything I hate about the current situation regarding Cancel Culture, and how it’s so divissive about whether it works or not, absolutely forgoing the difference in power between “It doesn’t work! Jeffree Starr is still rich and famous!!!!” vs “This artist with just 1k followers on Tumblr was harrassed to such a point that they left the internet, no presence of them is left online anywhere and they were traumatized by it all”. The song is already BANGING, it’s super catchy and the video is incredible, and while I love the part where he’s “crucified” as he’s like “And I’m really fucking sooooorryyyyy”? I think the best is the bridge, “Times are changing and I’m getting old! Are you gonna hold me accountable?” It’s so GOOD to see someone call out how much of the “accountability” side is being processed as something that the public must do. I love it, I love it, are you gonna hold me accountable? Brilliant song.

Everyone and their mother has talked about All Eyes On Me, I don’t think I need to talk about the profit people’s poor mental health makes and how often mentally ill people are exploited or even how they risk themselves in order to monetize absolutely everything. Added to just doomer shit. This song was the one that made me bawl my fucking eyes out, I couldn’t breathe.

Goodbye is good because it’s a well-composed song, but on TOP of that. Fucking - the amalgamation of everything??? It gets me, EVERY TIME, “Oh shit... you’re really joking at a time like this? -WELL, WELL, LOOK WHO’S INSIDE AGAIN -”

This entire special makes me feel a lot, okay?

5) Dead Boys, by Sam Fender: “The anniversaries are short-lived but they come back around with breakneck speed.”

(TW: self harm, suicide) This song is about young men killing themselves. I’m a man, I’ve struggled with a lot of self harm and suicide. Still to this day, I struggle a lot with it. I’ve been clean of sh for a long time but this summer I had an attempt. It was rough and it was harrowing but I’m still standing, somewhat. This song means a lot, it’s very hard.

6) Lazarus, by David Bowie: “Oh, I’ll be free. Ain’t it just like me?”

David Bowie defined a lot of who I am today. I got into music because I got into Bowie, as a 12 year old. I used to dance in the kitchen with my mom as I began to learn English, with Just Dance. And she’d help me learn English with his songs. Lazarus’ music video was uploaded the 7th of January of 2016, and the 10th of that same month, same year, David Bowie passed away. And because of the mark that he left within me, the love that he instilled onto me, and how much music matters to me now BECAUSE of David Bowie? My name went from Nicolás, simply, to Nicolás Lázaro. It’s a very important song to me.

7) The Wolves Part I, by Bon Iver: the entire song

Ah, another of my favorite artists! I really had to choose one for this little thing I’m making but damn, I could put a thousand songs by Bon Iver in “Songs that Make Me Feel”. He’s an expert at invoking deep, more raw emotions with songs such as iMi, AUATC, For Emma and The Wolves. I don’t really know how to express everything, but there’s the specific part when the drums are beating like fireworks and the guitar is being strummed and Vernon’s falsetto starts with “AHHHHHH-aaaaaah-ahhhhh-ah!” Like, that’s brutal to me. I’ve cried for no reason with his songs before, but this one takes it all.

8) We Drag the Dead on Leashes, by Being As An Ocean: “Forgive the things that you hate in yourself so that you might be grace to someone else.”

Well, this was the first thing I ever got tattooed! It’s on my left arm, right under my elbow, it’s a very important song to me. I listened to a lot of hardcore, currently am getting back into it thanks to my friend, Sam, but man, this song still fucking slaps. There’s a lot of very optimistic songs by these guys, but be warned that they’re very fucking Christian. Luckily, I had a good relationship with the religion I grew up with.

9) The Chain, by Fleetwood Mac: but especifically the guitar solo at the end, and to listen to my favorite version, go to the 1980 Wembley LIVE. That one is just INSANE.

Hmm. I don’t have a good relationship with my sister.

10) Stay Alive by José González: the entire song, not going to lie. Just listen to it whole.

The Secret Life of Walter Mitty, the Ben Stiller remake, means a lot to me. May be better or worse than the original, yeah, but fuck, man, the soundtrack is on point. From Step Outside to Space Oddity to Stay Alive. Stiller really knows how to invoke emotion, he’s always been good at it, it’s no surprise. But it still gets me when it’s the morning and I chose to leave my bed instead of staying inside all day. It’s good. It feels good.

AND WELL, I could talk about more songs for ages. But I already wrote a ton so I’ll just put a little list underneath. Everyone who was crazy enough to read all of this is absolutely welcome to add their own little personal essay underneath!! Tell me how songs make you feel!!!

Honorable mentions:

Light of Love by Florence and the Machine,

Inmaculada Decepción by Zahara,

Gimme Love by Joji,

A New Kind of Hero by Aiden-Chan,

The Grand Escape by RADWIMPS,

And the Snakes Start to Sing by Bring Me the Horizon,

I’m Low on Gas and You Need a Jacket by Pierce the Veil,

Asleep by My Chemical Romance,

The Storm or The Depths by Of Mice & Men,

Came Out Swinging by the Wonder Years,

Long Train Running by the Doobie Brothers,

Cai by La Niña Pastori,

Niña Voladora by Juanito Makandé,

Lobo López by Kiko Veneno,

Hills to Climb by Tim Myers and

This Year by the Mountain Goats.

#ask #anon #poor anon tbh #I don't think they meant to make me talk so much #I wanted to be a musician for so long #I love music so much #nico.txt

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lowritesthings · 4 years ago

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Resonance

Part One of ?? Next >>

Notes: Takes place in the days immediately before the opening of the Remake.

The bar is still mostly empty. When the evening train arrives it will fill up quick enough, but for now it’s just you and a very serious man around your age that Tifa has just informed you is Cloud Strife. You’d told him your name and he’d accepted a handshake, but that had pretty much been the end of the conversation. He seems quite content to sit at his end of the bar and brood over his drink. You don’t mind if he doesn’t want to talk, but when you catch Tifa’s eyes she mouths, “sorry!” at you before she fixes you something deliciously cold to drink.

“Have you seen Jessie?” she asks you as she passes your drink over. You shake your head and she purses her lips. “I hope there’s no trouble.”

You hear the extra note of concern in her voice and lower your own. “So it’ll be soon then?”

“Yes.” Her expression is unhappy but she doesn’t say anything more. It’s too dangerous. There are still plenty of people even in the slums that are believers in Shinra, and a lot of the locals suspect that Tifa is at least sheltering Avalanche if she isn’t one of them. They’re right, of course, but as long as they keep their suspicions to themselves it isn’t a problem.

“I’ll make sure my kit is ready,” you say. You’re not a card-carrying member of the cell, but you help patch the team up if the injuries aren’t too serious, and assist the doctor if they are. Your day job is at the Leaf House, which is how you got involved in the first place: Biggs had been forced to retreat to his former work place once after a run-in with a bunch of Shinra’s goons, and when you’d seen the bullet hole he couldn’t pretend he’d just fallen off a ladder or something equally pedestrian.

“I’m sorry I can’t tell you more,” she tells you, and you can tell she means it. “But…”

You laugh softly. “Barret would have your ass? It’s okay, I understand. Hopefully no one will need me and I’ll find out what happened when the rest of Midgar does.”

“Thanks. I know we all really appreciate you.” Tifa reaches out and gives your hand a squeeze, and you feel the warmth of acceptance. Even if you’re not part of the team, it’s nice to feel useful and appreciated.

You’ve moved on to talking about Marlene and her newfound passion for dancing when the door bursts open and Biggs rushes in. Your heart clenches the same way it always does at the sight of him, and that familiar colony of butterflies takes wing in your stomach--which drops as soon as you recognize the tightness around his eyes.

“Tifa,” he says in an urgent but controlled voice. She nods and disappears into the back room, perhaps disabling the lift to the hideout beneath your feet. Cloud looks up for the first time but he doesn’t move or ask questions. Still, you can see that he’s paying close attention even as his fingers curl around the glass in front of him.

Tifa pops back into the room and Biggs asks, “Barret?” When she shakes her head, he lets out a short sigh and says, “Well, that’s probably for the best. This the guy?” He indicates Cloud with a jerk of his thumb.

“Yeah. What’s going on, Biggs?”

“Shinra raid,” he replies. His eyes fall on you. “What are you--? Nevermind. There’s no time.” He takes your elbow and when you’re on your feet, tugs you gently into a corner. His arms come up to frame your head and he leans in close, but it isn’t sweet nothings he whispers in your ear. Instead, as the door slams open again, he leans down and murmurs, “Try to keep your face hidden. Put your hand on my waist. I’m enough of a risk to the Leaf House, but if they can trace you back there…”

You nod as the Shinra soldiers fan out through the bar, hands on weapons. You follow Bigg’s orders, only instead of putting your arm around his waist, you let them both dangle over his shoulders and you idly play with the hair at the back of his neck. You can see the little shiver it gives him and feel one of your own dance down your spine.

Then he smirks at you. “Oh, and don’t forget to pretend I’m very distracting and funny.”

“Mmm…not sure if I can pull that off.” But you let out a flirtatious little giggle anyway, because you do have an audience and you’re hoping they won’t be interested in an amorous couple.

Behind Biggs, you can see Cloud’s eyes cut toward you both before he looks over to Tifa, and then back down to his drink. His shoulders relax and his expression turns glacial as the leader of the Shinra squad marches up to the bar.

“You in charge?” he snaps to Tifa.

“Y-yes…” she replies slowly. “Is there some sort of problem?”

“There are rumors that Avalanche is hiding here, so you just sit your pretty ass down and stay out of our way.”

He makes a gesture and the men he’s brought with him begin methodically--and forcefully--searching the bar. They flip chairs and shove tables around, pull decor off of the walls and shove at the jukebox.

“Now, wait--you can search all you want, but don’t break the--” Tifa starts, but the squad leader shoves her back. You feel Biggs’ shoulders tense under your arms, torn between helping her and protecting you, but there’s no need for him to make a tough decision: Cloud’s head comes up once more.

“Touch her again and I’ll stick my sword up your ass, lieutenant,” he says in the same bored voice he’d used when you’d been introduced. It’s so clearly a threat that he intends to take out, but he says it like he’s observing the weather. The squad leader spins to face him, spots his sword and uniform, and swallows whatever smarmy comment he’d been about to make. Biggs chuckles in your ear and you shoot him a curious look.

“I can’t believe it,” he says under his breath, sounding impressed in spite of himself. “That cocky son of a bitch is pulling rank!”

“You’re a...a SOLDIER? What are you doing here?” the squad leader asks, sounding much less confident than he had thirty seconds ago. Cloud waves a lazy hand.

“Whatever I want.” Then he glances around at the men the Shinra lieutenant brought with him. “What’s going on?”

“We have reason to believe she’s sheltering terrorists,” he replies, with a sneering look at Tifa.

Suddenly, one of the soldiers grabs Biggs’ arm and tries to jerk him away from you. Remembering your orders, you keep your face turned away from him. Biggs’ other arm drops from the wall to your waist and he pulls you tight against his body.

“You mind?” he snaps at the soldier. “The lady and I are a little busy.”

“I need to see your ID,” the soldier tells him. His eyes fall on you, but your hair is down and thankfully obscuring your face further. “Both of you.”

If Cloud notices your dilemma, he gives no indication of it. He just keeps staring at the squad leader like he’s a semi-fascinating bug. “You think I’d drink at a bar full of terrorists?”

The squad leader falters. “W-well…”

A flicker of disdainful amusement crosses the ex-SOLDIER’s face. “If I find any planet-huggers, I’ll send them right to you.” His tone is so patronizing that you almost feel bad for the poor lieutenant...well, not really. But almost. “Unless you prefer me to deal with them myself? Probably not worth my time. Who’s your battalion commander?”

The squad leader makes a choking noise. Then he signals to his men again. “Search completed, let’s go.”

You can see the soldiers glance at each other, but they’ve been too well trained to question an order, so they begin filing out--including the one harrassing you and Biggs.

“Wait.” Cloud’s eyes have fallen back on his drink, but at the sound of his voice the room freezes again. “Not very good manners, trashing a place and leaving it that way.”

Immediately, the men begin setting the room to rights. It’s almost funny how fast they move to clean things up. Chairs and tables get shoved back into place, decor is put back on the walls, and one man even begins sweeping up the shards of a glass he’d broken while smashing his way through the search. While they’re distracted, Biggs turns back toward you and you tuck your face into his shoulder as his other arm joins the first around your waist.

“Almost,” he murmurs against your ear. “You’re doing good.”

“Tough assignment,” you whisper back, threading your fingers into his hair just in case anyone is still paying attention to you. “Standing here and trying not to let them see me.”

“Well, and pretending I’m the most interesting man you’ve ever met, even with SOLDIER-boy sitting at the bar over there,” he replies, sounding amused at your nonchalance.

“Broody hero types are popular,” you admit with a dramatic sigh, “but we met five minutes ago and I bet he has no idea what my name is.”

“Broke your heart already, did he? What a bastard,” Biggs chuckles, and you grin against his shoulder.

“Dispicable,” you agree, and he gives you a squeeze. When the last of the Shinra soldiers disappear out of the door, he lets you go and steps away. The urge to drag him back into your arms is almost painful, it’s so strong, but you force yourself to settle for heading back toward your waiting drink.

“What was that about?” Tifa asks, sounding a little shaken. Biggs takes the stool next to yours and steals your drink, taking a sip before his expression settles into something a little grim.

“They know something’s coming. They must be trying to stop us before we can pull the job off,” he says. Cloud makes a noise and all three of you look over to him. He looks up, realizes that three pairs of eyes are watching while you all wait for him to speak, and falters for a second. Then he says,

“They’re not really trying, they just have to make it look like they are. But the PR is much better if they swoop in and clean up after a terrorist attack than if they prevent it. People will forget if they stop it before it happens. They won’t forget who helped them in the aftermath. Makes them look like heroes, which is exactly what they want.”

“So what do we do?” Biggs asks him.

He shrugs. “This is your op. I’m just the hired help. Ask your fearless leader...if you can find him.”

Biggs snorts and takes another gulp of your drink before you snatch it back.

“We can’t stop now,” Tifa says, though she sounds unhappy about it. “We’ve worked too hard and...people have been…”

“I know,” Biggs replies in a tight voice. “Guess I’m just wondering if our timing sucks.”

“It’s never going to be the perfect time, no matter what you’re planning. But the planet can’t wait forever, right?” you ask. He glances toward you and nods and you give him a supportive smile. He smiles back--and then steals your drink for a second time. He finishes it off while you lunge forward to take it back, then slaps some gil on the counter to pay for a new one for you before you can complain too much.

“I better find Barret and give him an update,” he says. “See you guys later.”

“Later,” you and Tifa chorus. Cloud lifts a hand in goodbye without even looking over. You want to say something else, make some joke about being tucked into a corner together, but you can’t think of anything. Instead, you watch him stride back out of the bar and let your shoulders slump in disappointment. Tifa gives your hand a comforting pat.

“Don’t give up,” she tells you, and you give her a wry smile.

“It’s okay. He’s got bigger things to worry about. Besides, it’s just a crush, right? It’ll disappear on its own with time.”

“Maybe…” she agrees, but she sounds doubtful and you follow her gaze to Cloud. Then you both let out unhappy sighs. Love, you decide, thoroughly sucks.

#biggs x reader #cloud x tifa #cloti #self-indulgent #just for fun since I'm obsessed with the remake #ff7r #ff7 remake #lo writes things

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trickstermiraculous · 5 years ago

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Spreading Seeds Of Doubt

Summary: Lila and her mindless sheep had made school annoying to the heroes of Paris. Add Lila lies about heroes fights with Akumas, now school has officially become hell to the heroes. They are already getting bad press, they don't need Lila lies adding to their stress.

Author's Notes: Another chapter and this time with a side of salt.

School was annoying to the heroes by this point. First off having to hear Lila stories constantly was enough for Marinette to debate whether to jump out of the classroom window was a good idea or not. There was also the fact that Miss Bustier did nothing to help Adrien who was quite clearly being harrassed by Lila everyday or make the class stop trash-talking Marinette behind her back and excluding her from activities.

Both heroes decided to just ignore their classmates and concentrate on the studies either if that meant getting on Miss Bustier’s ‘problem’ list. She saw that the two teenage heroes ignoring their ‘friends’ and decided they must be the issue, not their ‘friends’ insted. She was constantly trying to set them up to joining group activities but Adrien had a small chat with his father and manage to make sure that the school would put Marinette and Adrien together in group projects at all times since they had the best results when they worked together which was true so Miss Bustier didn’t really have a leg to stand on.

Which brings us today, it had just been a day after the Excalibur Akuma meaning Ladybug injury was a hot topic of conversation. Both Adrien and Marinette were busy with the math worksheet they had gotten when Miss Bustier had to go check on another class since that class’s teacher had to go have a meeting with a parent. The rest of the class were busy discussing what happened during the attack.

“Alya why do you still film the Akuma attacks, if you knew it was that dangerous?” question Nino still not overseeing his girlfriend nearly killed right before his eyes.

“I have never seen an Akuma hurt people like that, there’s never been any blood” exclaimed Alya who had black bags under her eyes,

“Poor ladybug” whimpered Rose who was being comforted by Juleka,

“Ladybug has come to me before to be patched up” announced Lila gaining the class attention,

“Really?” question Sabrina,

“Yeah, she worried most people won’t see her as a hero if they find out how much blood is spilt in an Akuma batt-” Lila cut herself off with a gasp, “sorry I shouldn’t be telling you this, I promised to keep it quiet”.

Both Adrien and Marinette look up glaring at the girl, knowing that she was making this the perfect opportunity for the class to lose trust in the heroes and with Alya’s blog maybe Paris as well since the press from yesterday was already pretty bad with their abilities to save Paris being called into question.

“Wait what do you mean bloodshed?” question Alya getting out her phone,

“Well according to ladybug some Akuma battles are to difficult to be able to restain an Akuma with breaking a few bones of the Akuma or making them bleed” answered Lila,

“They’ve made the Akumas bleed?” squeaked Mylène,

“Yeah, I always thought that they should try another method but Ladybug never listens” complained Lila,

“I thought heroes were supposed to help the Akuma victims not hurt them” questioned Sabrina curling in on herself thinking back to when she was akumatised, she didn’t remember getting any serious injures when being an Akuma but to be far she couldn’t remember much from the attack so the heroes of Paris could have hurt her without her knowledge.

“You guys do remember that Ladybug was stabbed in the chest by an Akuma, something that would kill a normal person” stated Marinette raising an eyebrow,

“But they don’t have to-” Lila was cut off by Adrien,

“Hawkmoth doesn’t play flair, Ladybug and Chat Noir have been thrown through buildings and said building crush them from what we’ve seen and they start to only fight with less restraint when that happens” he snapped,

“From yesterday’s injury, I bet they only start to break bones and shed blood when the Akuma’s have done it to them” continued Chloe picking at her nails.

“They’re heroes, they should know better” argued Alya who was still filming,

“I like to see you lot do any better” snapped Chloe,

“I’m sure Alya would do way better than you, Queen Bee” sneered Lila,

“Yeah, I bet you’ve hurt Akumas,” said Sabrina which caused a look of hurt to show on Chloe’s face but she quickly covered it up,

“I may have been an inexperienced hero but I would never cause bodily harm to someone unless it was self-defence” yelled Chloe.

Before the rest of the class could gang up on Chloe, they were silence by Marinette slamming both her hands on the desk. “First off Queen Bee has only appeared when it daylight so people would have seen her hurt an Akuma and since no one has said anything, it’s quite clear Chloe didn’t do anything like that” argued Adrien trying to keep his temper in check.

“And second off Lila you apparently were sposed to keep this secret but you suddenly spill this secret when the press are already doubting the heroes so quite frankly it looks like you just trying to add to the bad press” continued Marinette,

“I would never do something like that, she’s my friend” gasped Lila which sounded so fake it was laughable,

“Yeah, she only spilt that secret on accident” agreed Sabrina,

“Yeah, sure she did” sneered Marinette while Adrien just glared daggers at Lila.

Before the others could reply, the lunch bell went off and Miss Bustier came back in. “I hope you all have finished the worksheets or it will be homework,” said Miss Bustier, “Yes, Miss Bustier” replied the class in unison. “Adrien, let’s grab lunch at my place” stated Marinette, Adrien quietly agreed as both of them hurried out of class with Chloe not far behind them. The rest of the class was quietly discussing what Lila had said and Alya was already editing the video in order to put it on the ladyblog knowing the rest of Paris should know the information that Lila had told the class.

Author's Notes: Finally adding more Lila salt to this series. Hope you guys have enjoyed this series so far.

AO3

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#miraculous ladybug #miraculous fanfiction #mlb salt #lila salt #mild alya salt #class salt #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #alya cesaire #lila rossi #nino lahiffe #sabrina raincomprix #chloe bourgeois #chloe sugar #lila lies #Juleka Couffaine #Rose Lavillant #this is not a game #bad press

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upyrica · 4 years ago

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Growing up in a small West Ukrainian town, for @sisterofiris. Disclaimer: my experience may be confined to that of a community of some ten thousand people on the edge of the Carpathian mountains.

1. My school was not Catholic, but it did share a fence with a church - therefore Christian Ethics and preparation for the First Communion were on the curriculum. We also had a chapel with a statue of the Virgin Mary, and a priest would come to bless the school builting every year. If a student happened to die, a service would be held in the chapel. 2. The priest would also come to bless people's private property annually; should you not wish for him to enter, the polite thing to do is to pretend you are not home. 3. Most things are resolved by having friends and jobs you do not officially occupy. You need a doctor - you go to a friend who is a doctor, you need a mechanic - you go to a friend who is a mechanic, you need a piece of technology - you go to a friend who owns a pawn shop or an electronics store. 4. Pre-regular check-ins, that is up to about 2008-9, if I recall correctly, it was easy to purchase alcoholic beverages and cigarettes as a teenager at smaller stores and kiosks. 5. As a child, you get presents under your pillow for St. Nicholas' Day, the 19th of December, and probably for the New Year. Christmas is in January, and is devoid of gifts, but you do get to cook the twelve ritual dishes (and stretch the definition of what counts as a separate dish) with mandatory kutya, and fast until the first star is visible in the sky, exciting. 6. Further on holidays: Зелені свята, the Orthodox Pentecost, when you decorate everything around and in your house with green branches; the week before avoid bathing in rivers and lakes, or ideally at all, lest you should be drowned by undead water spirits. If it can not be helped, at least avoid the Thursday before. Definitely do visit graves of relatives, decorate them, and have a meal there. Колядки - when strangers, dressed up and with a star, come to your house on the 6th of January, for Christmas, to sing a little about Christ and a lot about prosperity, expecting the reward of treats and sausages and such or, later, money. Should be performed by the youth, but old ladies from the church know the songs better. Щедрування - basically the same, but on the 13th, for the Old New year, or the Generous Night, and involves littering with grain and is supposed to be only for boys. The old ladies from the church still know the songs better. The same as Маланка, the celebration of which you are more likely to encounter if you go out on the day, in the form of a mob in bizarre costumes which has no trouble harrassing you or your vehicle. Everyone makes wreaths for Купала, regardless of whether or not you intend to perform any divination. 7. This is haunted, that is haunted, and that one yet has spooky stories about the Nazis about it. 8. The Catacombs under the town and conspiracy theories as to why all easily accessible entrances were concealed in the Soviet times (including demolishing a historic town hall and putting a square in that place, only to place the new hall right next to it. Yes, I am still bitter). 9. The graveyard is a frequented location, and bears inscriptions in Ukrainian, Polish, Russian, and German. 10. Everything is fairly commonly used as long as it is not on the private property, unless one has an argument with the owner, or said owner is known for being easily angered. You can, without overstepping, gather fruit that falls on the road outside and utilise other people's outdoor benches and tables. 11. Outdoor, gravity-powered and sun-heated summer showers that consist of a small cabin, a shower head, and a barrel on the roof.

That is as much as comes to mind at the moment, dear, but you are welcome to ask further.

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alison-anonymous · 5 years ago

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flawsome bandits pt. 2 ♡ sonic

Flawsome Bar Fights

Welcome to part 2! Updates may be a little irregular as we progress back into the school year, but I assure you lovelies that I am hard at work on the next chapter! So for now, enjoy and let me know what you think!

Warnings - implication of sexual harrassment, LOTS OF FLUFF

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“Alright, if this is going to be a thing, there are going to be rules,” Tom began, attempting to keep his eyes on the road.

“You seem really familiar,” Y/n hummed thoughtfully, looking Sonic over once again and completely ignoring her father. Sonic’s green eyes grew concentrated as he looked the young girl over again for the hundredth time since he met her.

“You too! I feel like I know you from somewhere.” He tapped his chin quizzically as the two stared long and hard at each other.

“Will you two please pay attention? Good lord!” Tom cried. “If this is going to work, you will need to listen to me and do whatever I say one hundred percent of the time. Got it?”

“Whatever you say, Donut Lord!” Sonic smiled, eyes ablaze with excitement. Unfortunately, the cute nickname only pissed Tom off as he took his eyes off of the road to yell at the hedgehog.

“Would you stop with the ‘Donut Lord’? I have a name. It’s Tom, and that’s Y/n.” He motioned to the girl sitting behind them. She rummaged through the console and pulled out a pair of sunglasses.

“He already knows my name,” she laughed, earning a smile from Sonic.

“Well, my name is Sonic!”

“Sonic,” Tom nodded thoughtfully. “So you’ve been spying on my family for years, or specifically spying on my daughter?” He was slipping into overprotective father mode very fast. Y/n was about to stick up for the little hedgehog when he beat her to it.

“I mean, I wouldn’t have called it stalking. We were all just hanging out only no one ever knew I was there! Like when Y/n was driving your old motorcycle and she smashed into a tree!” He sighed dreamily, leaning back against the seat. “Fun times!”

“What? You told me a semi hit it!” Tom cried out in horror, trying to keep his main tunnel of vision on the road while restricting himself from smacking his kid upside the head. Y/n chuckled sheepishly and slowly lowered herself to hide behind the driver’s seat.

“I mean, I’m more so surprised that Crazy Carl was right all along,” she mumbled. Sonic nodded.

“You should call him Super Observant Carl instead.” At that, Y/n burst out laughing. It was an adorably creative name, and from all of her time spent hanging out with Crazy Carl and helping him set up his traps when none of the kids at school wanted to hang out with her, it didn’t take too long to notice that he did have a system.

“You’re funny,” she giggled, sliding the sunglasses back up onto her forehead to reveal her humorous e/c eyes. Sonic’s emerald-like orbs lit up like fireworks as a huge, dopey grin spread across his face.

“Really? You think I’m funny?” He asked hopefully, practically throwing himself on top of the console to be closer to her. Spending most of his time alone, Sonic was only ever used to getting compliments from himself. So the fact that someone thought he was funny, better yet a beautiful girl, sent him to cloud nine.

“Hey, HEY,” Tom scolded, pointing a finger at the blue hedgehog. “That’s still my daughter, buddy.”

“Dad, leave him alone,” Y/n sighed, poking his arm gently. How much sense would that make? A human and a hedgehog? Then again, she did have no origin story, no idea who or what she truly was. How was she supposed to know that she had been a human her whole life when she could barely remember who her real parents were?

“Oh my god, stop the car right now!” Sonic exclaimed, popping his head out the side window, the big grin still plastered on his face. He read off the gigantic touristing billboard sign as Tom drove past it. “The World’s Largest Rubber Band Ball, we’ve got to see it!”

“People really need to find some hobbies,” Y/n sighed, rolling down her window too so she could imitate a dog.

“No, this is not some fun family road trip-” Tom snapped, his sanity slipping out of his fingertips with every passing second. “The government wants to dissect you, arrest me, and possibly put Y/n in the mental institute. This is serious!” Sonic exchanged a bored expression with Y/n and in a flash, he was out the window. Before Tom even had a second to flip out, he was right back in the seat with three souvenir rubber band balls, a paddleboard, and a baseball cap.

“Eh, you’re right, it was lame. Gift shop was cool though! I got you a mousepad!” He held up a little white mouse pad reading ‘I love rubber bands.’ “And don’t think I forgot about you!” He winked at Y/n before handing her a surprisingly adorable bracelet made out of what looked like fragments of rubber bands. She couldn’t stop the heat that began rising to her cheeks as she slipped it onto her wrist, still trying to get over the amazement that he was thinking about them. “When are we going to get there?” Sonic smiled, pulling out the paddle board and hitting the ball repetitively as Y/n watched his precision in amazement.

“We will get there when we get there,” Tom sighed in frustration. A moment of silence fell over the three as they watched the scenery pass by. Y/n glanced between her father and the eccentric hedgehog and finally decided that if this little creature was going to be hanging out with them, then the least she could do is try to get to know him better.

“Hey Sonic, want to play a game?”

“Is that even a question? Of course!” In a split second, he was sitting next to her in the backseat, leaning towards her excitedly. Little did she know that he was fanboying internally just over the fact that she had talked to him in the first place. This was his dream come true! Getting to spend some one on one time with the Star Chaser! She was so beautiful up close.

“Okay, which game do you want to play? There’s Truth or Dare, 20 Questions, Would You Rather, I Spy, How Well Do You Know Me, and Russian Roulette but we don’t have any guns,” she sighed in disappointment. Sonic’s eyes practically had stars in them as he grinned wider.

“Let’s play all of them!” Tom groaned in the driver’s seat.

This was going to be a long ride.

♡♡♡

It was night when Tom finally pulled the truck in to a gas station, Sonic and Y/n still deeply indulged in a game of Truth or Dare.

“I don’t know, I still think that I’d be faster than the Flash. I was born with my powers, so I’ve had a lot more time to get used to them whereas his happened from an accident in his lab,” Sonic explained, flipping her sunglasses back up behind his ears. The two had gotten comfortable after the first two hours of games and had established what they deemed to be the most comfortable position: Y/n sat against the left side of the backseat and had her legs stretched across the seats while Sonic sat on top of her legs, using her shoes as a cushion. It was amazing how four hours of playing games with someone could bring them closer together. Over the course of the car trip, the two had been through every topic from their favorite television show to what the best way to get away from the cops would be to what they would name a hamster if they ever got one.

“Fair point,” Y/n nodded. “Respect.”

Tom put the truck in park and stepped out of the vehicle, causing the internal lights to turn on. The two sat up in anticipation, wondering if they were finally going to be able to stretch out their legs. Tom walked around the truck and stopped at the open window above Sonic’s head, leaning against it slightly.

“Alright, I’m going to go in and check on Wade. See if he knows what’s going on.”

“You’re going to see Wade in that glass thing?” Sonic asked, peering out the window over at the payphone. “What is it, a teleportation device?”

“It’s a payphone, Son,” Y/n gently explained. “I had no clue what it was either when I first saw one.” Tom glanced behind him at the device and sighed.

“It’s mostly for drug dealers and fugitives, which is us. Now stay in the car, I don’t want anyone to see him. Y/n, make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid.” And with that, he walked off. Sonic groaned in boredom and leaned his head against the door once more.

“This is so boring! Is your dad always this high strung?” He asked, the poor lighting casting shadows across his fur. Y/n breathed in deep through her nose and watched as her dad stepped inside the phone booth.

“Not unless we’re in trouble, which we are right now. But he means well. When I was first found and brought to him and my mom as a foster kid, they were super patient even though I was a teenager with no clue how the world worked.” She explained, running a hand through her hair and placing Sonic’s baseball cap back on her head. He furrowed his brows in concentration.

“Wait, so let me get this straight - you were found wandering around in the woods and you have no memories of who you were or what you were up until that day?” She nodded sadly, and shrugged. His ears fell back against his head a little in sadness. “I’m sorry… Well, hey, how about we make a deal? I’ll help you try to figure out your backstory if…” He got a sheepish look on his face as he suddenly broke eye contact. “...You become my friend.”

Y/n’s eyes shot open in surprise. “Sonic,” she laughed softly, her gaze softening. “You’re already my friend.”

At her words, the largest grin she had ever seen found its way onto Sonic’s face as he lurched forward and tackled her in a hug. Laughing, she reciprocated the hug by wrapping her arms around his torso but making sure to beware of the quills.

“Thank you,” she heard him mutter soft enough that if she had been breathing any louder she wouldn’t have heard it. In response, she squeezed him a little tighter. Even though it was a little strange to be hugging a talking hedgehog, it felt familiar once again. Everything about this moment seemed familiar, like she had lived through it a thousand times before. Little did she know that the same thing was happening for Sonic too. As they pulled away, mouths both opening to say something about it, they were interrupted by the sounds of beer pong and Harley engines. The duo froze, eyes already beginning to fill with comical stars as they turned towards Y/n’s open window.

Sure enough, there was what looked like a raging party going on at the club next door. Bikers littered the front, the engines of their motorcycles spewing out licks of fire. Cheers and hollers could already be heard from the open door to the bar as people filed in and out in a constant motion. It was the coolest thing that either of them had ever seen.

“Oh my god,” Sonic breathed.

“Okay, okay, so that may just be the coolest thing that we’re ever going to see,” Y/n admitted nervously. “But we have orders. I have orders. From my dad. Who is also a cop. We have to stay in the car.”

“Right…” Sonic slowly raised his head above the door until just his eyes were peering through the window at the scene before them. It wasn’t long before Y/n followed in suit. They exchanged a nervous glance before looking back at the bar.

...Damnit.

♡♡♡

“Shit,” Tom swore as he stood before the empty truck. Of course this is what he got for leaving his very responsible teenage daughter with a train wreck of a hedgehog (whom he was starting to worry was developing… feelings for his daughter). He set down the drink carrier of food and beverages he had got and looked around the parking lot for any sign of the Bonnie and Cylde duo. Finally, his eyes rested on the bar next door. Bingo.

Losing most of his dignity as he walked through the door, Tom’s eyes scanned the room for the two kids until they finally found a strange couple sitting alone at a high top table. One was a girl wearing a cowgirl hat and a bandana around her neck while the other was significantly shorter than her with a hat, shades, and a bright red shirt that appeared to be three sizes too large. He frowned the entire way to the table, enjoying the panicked look on his daughter’s face as she saw him coming towards them and frantically tapped the hedgehog sitting next to her. He swiveled around in his seat and gave Tom the most innocent look he could handle.

“Well, howdy there, partner!”

“I’m not your partner. We’re leaving, come on,” Tom motioned his head towards the door, but Sonic had other ideas.

“But there’s a ZZ Top Cover band, c’mon, you’ve got to see their beards!” He exclaims. “And we even came up with the perfect disguises and backstories so we could get in without showing ID.” He held out his gloved fist and Y/n didn’t miss the chance to bump it, leaning cooly against the counter. Tom rolled his eyes.

“Good to know you’re taking this seriously. We’ll catch them some other time. Now, let’s. Go.” His tone was sharp, daring them to object. Luckily, that was what Sonic was best at.

"I promise that if you let us stay that I'll stay quiet for the whole trip! Starting now!" He clamped his mouth shut, proving his promise to be true. Tom glanced over at his daughter skeptically, and she sent him a reassuring smile just as a waitress wandered over to their table.

“Welcome to the Piston Pitt,” she mused, sporting a traditional cowgirl from the West outfit. “What can I get you fellas?” Sonic leaned towards her excitedly, pressing his hands on the table to prevent him from falling off the stool he was sitting on.

“Ooh! I want nachos and buffalo wings and guac! Lots of guac! Isn’t that a funny word?” He then began quacking like a duck, making Y/n chuckle next to him. The waitress furrowed her brows skeptically at the behavior, trying to figure out just what exactly she was looking at here.

“Umm, kids aren’t allowed in here,” she told Tom accusingly, eyeing Sonic up and down. “Is he wearing a mask or something?” Tom opened his mouth, about to defend him when Y/n quickly beat him to it, wrapping her arm protectively around the blue hedgehog in disguise.

“Excuse me, but that’s my husband you’re talking to,” she snapped, watching as Tom’s eyes practically exploded with shock. THIS was their excuse? “And he has a height condition, mind you! A skin one, too. It’s very tragic really, stunted his growth. Isn’t that right, sweetie?” Tom’s overprotective father rage came back full force as he watched his daughter look down at Sonic with a lovestruck look on her face that could have won an Oscar. How the hell could they think that anyone would believe an excuse like that? He watched with flames in his eyes as Sonic gave the girl a heartwarming smile and rested his gloved hand on top of hers, using the fakest country accent that Tom had ever heard.

“That’s right, darlin’. The face I was born with, the confidence I picked up along the way.” Shockingly, the waitress was dumb enough to believe it, nodding her head softly and smiling at the ��couple.”

“They’ll have two Mello Yellos,” Tom sighed, watching as the waitress walked briskly away. He finally turned back to the two just as they hesitantly brought their arms back to their own bodies. Y/n’s heart raced excitedly in her chest as she glanced at her friend out of the corner of her eye, her head getting slightly confused from all of the emotions she was experiencing. Sonic’s stomach was full of butterflies as he cleared his throat, trying to distract himself from thinking too much about everything going on.

“You two are insane,” Tom tossed off his cap and sat down across from them. “You owe me one.”

“Thanks, Dad,” Y/n smiled sincerely, her e/c eyes gleaming at him from across the table. She knew that he was having a difficult time with the situation as a whole, and while she was doing her best to lighten the mood on things, no one could deny that the danger was ever present. He was just trying to keep them safe. Tom gave her a smile in return. No matter how much they quarreled and disagreed, she was still his daughter. Maybe not biologically, but they were one of the lucky ones to have accomplished that bond.

“I have never sat on a bar stool before,” Sonic gushed. “Look, it even spins!” He spun around in the chair so fast that his sunglasses were thrown off, landing on a pile of crushed peanut shells by some bikers.

“Having fun?” Tom asked sarcastically. “Check this off the bucket list, right Y/n?” The girl in question pursed her lips, tilting her head to the side in thought.

“Actually, inline skating behind a car went before watching a bunch of bikers search for stray peanuts in their beards, but who’s counting?” She shrugged. Sonic stared at her with wide eyes, amazed at the pure awesomeness of this girl.

“Wait, what’s a bucket list?” He asked.

“A bucket list is, uh, it’s a list of things that you want to do in your life before you, well, you know, kick the bucket.” Tom explained, scratching the back of his neck in an avoidance to say the word ‘die.’ Sonic’s bright green eyes lit up like a Christmas Tree at the idea of it. He was learning something new every minute he spent with these two.

“I’ve never kicked a bucket before, either! I have to make my list! N/n, you got a pen?” Sonic asked, swiping a notepad from one of the bartenders and returning back to the table just as Y/n pulled out a random LED light pen she didn’t even realize was stuck in her boot. The two humans watched as the hedgehog scribbled down line after line of things he wanted to do, giggling to himself along the way. The sight of it brought a soft smile to Y/n’s lips as she watched him write away. Never before had she had so much fun with someone, enjoyed being in someone’s company for so long. She had never really had a true friend before. Until now.

“Hey,” she gently touched his shoulder. “What’s wrong?”

Suddenly, Sonic stopped writing. Y/n’s pen slowly lifted off of the paper as his expression began to fall, his green eyes that were once full of joy and excitement were now filling with sadness. Y/n felt her heart instantly drop, already feeling the desire to get that smile back on his face no matter what the cost.

“There’s so much stuff I’ve never done,” Sonic responded, sitting up straight. “And now that I’m leaving earth forever, I guess that I missed my chance…”

Y/n’s heart sank. In the big rush of things, she had completely forgotten that the whole point of this road trip was to find Sonic’s rings so he could leave the planet. No matter what the connection they had (even if it was just nostalgia), he wasn’t staying. He had to go…

Tom noticed his daughter’s expression fall as soon as the words left his mouth. He sighed deeply, glancing between the two of them. They were good kids, trying to keep things light hearted through the duration of this trip. And if Sonic wasn’t going to be on this planet for much longer, then the least that Tom could do was help him make those moments count.

“Well, I guess this is the kind of place where you can get a lot of living done,” he spoke, looking around the room. Sonic and Y/n looked up at him. “I suppose we could spare an hour.”

The two exchanged excited grins and turned back to the adult. “Really? You’re going to bucket list with me?” Sonic asked. Tom shrugged, smiling.

“Sure, why not?”

“You will not regret this!” Sonic promised. Y/n laughed, grabbing the list and reading over the first couple of lines.

“I’m pretty sure we will,” Tom sighed.

♡♡♡

In forty minutes, the three were able to knock out almost half of the things on Sonic’s bucket list. They started with country line dancing, which Y/n was shockingly good at (and made the two boys stop and stare in shock because they didn’t even know that she knew how to dance). Then they played darts and successfully managed to pop open ten cans of beer in less than two seconds. The bar even had a metal basketball hoop, so in order to complete a slam dunk, Y/n threw Sonic up onto the rim where he kicked the chain so many times that he established a new high score. And what kind of country-themed bar would the Pistol Pitt be if they didn’t have an electronic bull?

“Shit, shit, shit,” Y/n shrieked, clinging onto Sonic as he held on to what she assumed to be the withers of the bull. It bucked them around in circles, making Tom laugh from his point of view as the two struggled to hold on.

“Is this bull headless or does it have two butts?” Sonic asked.

“It’s best not to think about it.” Y/n laughed just as the bull’s tail hit her in the ribs. “Ow! Okay, that was rude!” She snarled as Sonic burst out laughing. About two minutes later, the duo got flung off of said bull by Tom and Y/n flopped around on the blowup floor.

“Seriously?” She groaned, placing her hands on her stomach. Tom chuckled next to her. After a couple more minutes had passed and Sonic managed to make some lady throw her drink in Tom’s face, the three sat back down at the high top to catch their breath.

“Nice work, Romeo,” Sonic laughed, wiping a tear out of his eye. Tom faked a laugh too, wiping off the rest of the alcohol from his face.

“Ha ha, having a good time?”

“Of course I’m having a good time,” Sonic cheered. “I mean, what could go wrong?” Something moving behind them caught Y/n off guard, and the moment she tilted her head to look she regretted it.

“U-um, Dad…” She whispered, staring with wide eyes as three very pissed off looking men approached them. Sonic spun around on his bar stool to face the friendly gentleman and plastered on a smile.

“Can we help you gentlemen?” Tom asked politely, but keeping a wary eye on the men. One of them was taking a very sudden interest in Y/n, so Sonic carefully nudged himself closer to her, just in case. The man in the middle with the surly face looked Tom up and down.

“We don’t like your kind around here.”

“And what kind would that be?” Y/n asked in confusion, leaning back slightly on the table in an attempt to rid herself of the putrid smell of cigarette smoke that came from their clothes. The guy looked down at her and Sonic, using the fact that he was standing to his advantage and gritting his teeth.

“Hipsters.”

Y/n had been expecting a worse insult, so she just shrugged, but Sonic took it as a severe offense.

“How dare you?” He muttered heatedly. Tom quickly held up his hands in surrender, sensing the high levels of danger starting to appear.

“Now, now, we were just leaving,” he began, but Sonic was quick to interrupt him, wagging one gloved finger. Y/n slowly shook her head at the hedgehog, trying desperately to send him cues to back down. The last thing they needed was a bar fight to top off the wanted signs that were probably being posted right now. Y/n watched in fear as Sonic gave them a “pop quiz” which she assumed was some great one-liner from a movie, and then knocked the guy on the head with one of Tom’s empty beer bottles. Unfortunately, it didn’t break.

“Darn,” Sonic muttered, flipping the bottle around in his hand. “That was supposed to work.”

“Son,” Y/n began to slowly rise from her chair, tugging on a stray lock of her hair nervously. “I think we should go…” Her friend, however, refused to give up as he continued to knock the burly man on the head with the bottle, not quite hard enough to break it. She watched with fearful eyes as the man’s face slowly contorted into one of anger. Tom quickly made his way over to Sonic just as the man pulled back his fist and went in for the punch. Sonic was quick to duck, unfortunately leaving Tom to take a full blown fist to his face.

“Dad!” Y/n’s hands flew up to her mouth as she watched her dad stumble back.

“I’m good, kid,” He reassured her. Then the best part of the brawl flung into action. People got bumped into other people, in turn pissing them off and causing them to find their fists a much better source of anger management than their manners. Sonic, overjoyed that he was now living through yet another thing on his bucket list, took a myriad of super punches at the man who punched Tom in the face, which only pissed him off more. Even Y/n, who had been a bit scared at first, was testing out her abilities by dodging the pedophiles littering the area and taking out some people that she couldn’t tell their gender. She was doing amazing up until the point where some very drunk, very scary-looking man with a teardrop tattoo under his eye and a mangled head of dreadlocks pinned her against the wall.

“Hey there, pretty lady,” the man chuckled. Y/n squirmed under his grasp, scrunching up her nose from the putrid stench of alcohol coming from the man’s mouth. Her heart began to race from the adrenaline filling her veins as her e/c orbs looked into the man’s black ones, void of any emotion. She refused to answer, desperately trying to wrangle herself free from his grasp, but he was much bigger than her and ultimately overpowered her. Y/n frantically looked around the bar for help, but Tom was busy trying to avoid getting hit in the face and Sonic was nowhere to be seen.

“L-let go of me,” she rasped, her limbs beginning to grow weak from the fighting. Then the fear began to set in.

People began slamming into one another, beer came crashing down from the sky, men got yanked up to the ceiling with elaborate wedgies, and bikers wearing bear heads crashed into the floor. Y/n and Tom smashed back into time in shock, shaking their heads a little and looking around at the chaotic room in shock. Everyone else was lying on the floor with some sort of injury.

Meanwhile, Sonic had just finished helping rescue Tom while he was running through the air in his own slowed down time slot. He pushed the man up to the bar and turned around to see what else there was he could mess with until his eyes landed on Y/n. She was pressed up against the wall by a very disgusting and uncouth man, a look of pure terror written on her face. His expression became overcome with worry as he raced over to her. The blue hedgehog practically threw the man off of her in a fit of what he assumed was rage (but quite honestly felt like jealousy) and grabbed a pitcher full of beer, positioning it just so so that once time came back to full speed that it would spill all over his head. He turned back to Y/n and pulled her by her hands all the way to the bar where a frozen Tom was still standing. After he had assured that his two favorite humans were safe, he screwed around with some other people a bit before zipping back to Y/n just as time fell back into motion.

“W-what just happened?” Y/n asked, wondering how she had gotten out from underneath that guy so fast. Sonic grabbed ahold of her hands once again and looked at her with concerned eyes.

“Are you okay? That guy was being such a jerk!”

“Y-you did this?” Tom asked in surprise. Sonic nodded rapidly, but his focus was still on Y/n. She slowly nodded, dumbfounded. What the heck had just happened? Did Sonic save her? She looked back down at the hedgehog that was still holding her hands. He did save her, didn’t he? Wow… the only guy that had ever saved her before was her dad, and that was when she was in danger of getting sued for crashing into someone’s chicken coop. He cared enough to save her. He didn’t have to do that, I mean, he barely knew her! But there was something about him… the way that he vibed with her, his excitement and ability to make any situation a fun one to be in. He made her smile and laugh. He made her feel like she actually belonged somewhere.

A small butterfly lifted up from its perch and began to flutter around in her stomach.

“So, should we get out of here?” Sonic asked, looking over at Tom for confirmation. The man in question nodded quickly, already picturing the amount of trouble they could get in.

“Yep, time to go.”

♡ a.a.

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