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ryuichirou · 4 months ago

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A lot of replies! A bunch about a Florid Prison Warden AU comic from yesterday, a couple about other fandoms, one about antis, a bunch of shippy stuff (Falena/Leona, Lilia/Silver), some spicy stuff etc.

Anonymous asked:

Prison Warden au is back!

Yes!! After almost a year... I am amazed that so many people remember this AU. Thank you...

Anonymous asked:

How long can Floyd possibly hide Riddle in his cell? Also, how did he knock him out to begin with?

Riddle is currently far away from the prison, he was knocked out pretty much for the entirety of Floyd’s escape and has no idea where he is. He is technically in a cell right now... but in a different kind of cell.

Knocking him out wasn’t that difficult, Floyd just went ahead and squeezed him very tightly~ Until Goldfishie fell asleep...

Anonymous asked:

So what will they do to Riddle now?

Anonymous asked:

So Riddle got kidnapped after Floyd escape? Now I wonder what happened.

Well, for now Riddle will stay at an undisclosed location in the middle of nowhere in some dark room, and Floyd will have to take care of him. How the turns have tabled, eh? Now Goldfishie is the one being locked up <3 These two will have a lot of fun during Riddle’s stay! And Riddle is going to end up being traumatised for sure...

But they probably won’t be able to keep him there forever, so who knows what will happen next?

Anonymous asked:

You have made Sukufushi art before??? Omg why was I not aware of this

Hehe yes!! It was ages ago, but I used to draw these two a lot. We didn’t post the majority of my jjk sketches though because we didn’t really post very often back then + didn’t think anyone really wanted to see them, which was kind of true lol

Anonymous asked:

I'm the one who asked about Bobobo. It's a very silly, nonsensical, random show. An evil empire is trying to make everyone bald and a man fights them with his armpit and nose hair. There's also a guy who fights with farts. It's been awhile since I watched it but I think there were a few serious, dark moments, though most of it's a lead up to a joke. I wondered if you and Katsu would like it cause the reason I watched Gintama was cause it reminded me of it and iirc you've Gintama

Oh god, so it’s this kind of show (in a good way)!

Dark and heavy moments that are a lead up to a joke is honestly one of my favourite ways to treat comedy+drama, this is why we love Gintama so much (and also Osomatsu-san and also South Park lol). Bobobo really does sound like it has this same vibe.

I don’t know if we’ll watch it anytime soon, but I’ll definitely keep it in mind. Thank you, Anon!

Anonymous asked:

Regarding the sneezing HCs, do you think Malleus will spit fire and roast everything in front of him when he sneezes? Bro has pretty bad control over his magic after all LMAO

YES. THIS IS SUCH A GOOD POINT AND I DIDN’T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT.

Hoo boy, just imagine Malleus feeling like he is about to sneeze and Lilia running from the other side of the dorm to grab his nose because he knows it never ends well.

Anonymous asked:

About the response talking about antis, yeah it's hard for me to look for fics and fanart because I'll often run into antis...

I feel like part of it might be that they don't look at who a game is for or what genre it is apart from RPG/visual novel/ect, I don't think they know what joseimuke is (and I'm a still lil confused on the target audience of those as well, but I think it's mainly women with a disposable income?) and they think the target audience's age = casts' age, so since the cast is teens, then it's for teens by their logic...even though shows like South Park exist and I ain't showing that to a young kid.

I'd like to give them the benefit of the doubt that they genuinely think they're helping people/doing good things/ect since a lot of them aren't adults, but I can't. I just can't get that impression from them at all. The "nicest" I can be towards them is that they're young and dumb and will hopefully grow out of it or they need therapy but can't get it for some reason and this a kind of cry for help

Let’s be honest: if they weren’t dicks about it, no one would even care. We all understand that people don’t like some things, and all of us don’t like certain categories of people in our own fandoms, this is just a human experience. Minding your own business is what matters, and this is what they can’t do.

The majority of them are young and dumb, and a lot of them will grow out of it (or switch their aggression elsewhere because they’ll lost interest in fandom stuff) though. Some won’t, but there always are immature people that are much older... this is where they’re coming from lol

Maybe some of them really do believe that they’re doing the right thing and genuinely don’t know better, but I think for a lot of them finding a convincing enough reason to shit on others is the entire point of fandom experience. So even knowing what joseimuke is won’t stop them, only them losing interest and moving away from these spaces will.

All we can do is shrug and wait... and block people left and right lol

Anonymous asked:

What kind of hentais does Idia read or know of? Does he play eroges? If so what kind?

I think Idia knows every single hentai there is, even if he hadn’t read/watched/played all of them. Alright, maybe not every single one, but quite a lot lol But at the same time, he strikes me as someone who would be into it art-wise and would legit watch porn for the plot. So his favourite eroges are the ones with engaging stories and good character writing... I guess asking for that from a hentai game is a tall order, but Idia would argue and rant about some of his favourite titles if he was told “it’s just porn”. It’s not just porn, it’s an entire experience, the buildup that makes the porn good!

I know a part of me wants to say that he would play “oniichan” kinds of games, but I think he would ironically stay away from those... it feels weird to him somehow... too embarrassing.

He also doesn’t mind really fucked up tropes and scenarios. He could look at a tentacle hypnosis scene or a scene where someone is pushing out an alien egg and say “heh classic”. Truly, the greatest enjoyer of art.

Anonymous asked:

Hello! So I’ve been wondering of all the TWST tops, who’s winning the girth-and-length off?

Personally it could go either for Jack, Rook or Sebek. the Octatrio kind of cheats tho? their merform could pull these off easily.

anyway very curious to hear your thoughts!

Anon, this is such a good answer and I agree with you, even though I did write a post about peen sizes at some point, and I had a bit of a different top3 lol

To us, the winner is Lilia both because we are very committed to this joke + apparently for bats dick-to-body proportions are insane, so I guess there is some meat (heh) to this joke after all.

The second one was Floyd, and I still think the Tweels are one of the hugest, but... Jack and Sebek are absolutely up there, and I think they’ll grow bigger and girthier. They’ll become the biggest ones in a year or two.

I agree that Rook is big, but I think Trey is longer than Rook while still being quite girthy.

I am also 100% sure Yana has a list for this that we will never see...

Anonymous asked:

Firstly, I’m new to your blog and I LOVE YOUR ART AND HCS SO MUCH! They’re beautiful and amazing and it’s incredible seeing a blog being so unabashedly problematic with no shame!

That aside, I’m not sure if you ever talked about him before, but what do you think about Falena. Specifically for Falena/Leona?

I’ve seen some works (all super incredible, of course) of Faleleo stuff in Leona’s perspective, so I was wondering how do you think Falena would be like in the situation he’s loving his little brother a bit too much? We all know Leona’s gonna be a tsun about it but what about niisan?

Anon! First of all, welcome and I hope you enjoy your stay. Second of all, thank you so much for appreciating our stuff and being supportive of our self-indulgent selves! lol

We love Falena/Leona in theory; we haven’t dived into them because we haven’t seen much of Falena + don’t care much for Leona. Still, we are 100% supportive of this ship! Every time we rewatch The Lion King, I get more and more into Mufasa/Scar...

Regarding your question, it’s interesting because I think the default really is to think that it’s Leona who is obsessive over Falena, and Falena might not even have a clue about it (or have a clue but still choose to be a proper future king instead of fooling around with Leona). But it’s entirely possible for him to also be very into Leona, it could even be more fun this way.

I feel like Falena has always been an adoring brother and Leona greatly underestimates just how much Falena loves him. Not only he worries about his future and cares about him (that’s a given), he also is genuinely impressed by his wit and intelligence; I wouldn’t be surprised if Falena talks about Leona all the time lol Maybe he gets as excited as Cheka sometimes, which is endearing at first, but then feels like Falena is um... a bit too much into him...

Falena also feels like someone who would rationalise his feeling by thinking that him being a king and having a wife and a son is one thing, but being with Leona is another thing, their private special thing that could actually still improve things for the entire Kingdom: if Leona is by his side and works together with him, they will be unstoppable. This is something that Falena wants the most... even if it’s just a way to justify his desire to have access to Leona (and his body) all the time. He needs to give Leona some attention, right? He wasn’t able to do it lately, right? This has to change.

I also wouldn’t be surprised if they had a bunch of “iffy” moments when they were younger. A sudden closeness during sparring, a hug that lasted longer than anticipated, a bite that was meant to be playfully teasing but ended up being too sensual and dominating. That tension existed for a very long time, and it only gets stronger with time.

Anonymous asked:

God... I am enraptured by Them. Completely obsessed with those first days Lilia started playing with Silver. You think he went slow with touches and inappropriate kisses, or just one day told him they're doing something new and put his whole dick inside him at once??? Silver couldn't have gotten so good at handling anything without trial and error... Have there been times Lilia overestimated him and left him overwhelmed and SOBBING sobbing, like he had to stop immediately or his kid wouldn't be the same person again kind of overwhelmed. Ughhhh I'm obsessed with them and their awful history

Anon, I am so happy you like these two this much. I feel like this awful history is such an obvious but tasty and amazingly working trope for them, it just works.

I guess it’s fair to say that Lilia went slow with his inappropriate behaviour, I honestly think that Silver didn’t even notice the switch, as if it was never there. He’s always been his father’s cute boy. Of course it’s just the way he remembers things... But he does remember the first time he had Lilia’s whole dick inside him!

But also yes, of course there had been a bunch of times when Lilia got too excited and overdid it with Silver. Even though Lilia did try to pace himself, I think he completely broke Silver all over like 10 times; and sometimes he is amazed that he turned out okay with what he went through. But he got better very fast! A miracle of true love <3

#replies #prison warden au #lilisil

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sunnnfish · 1 year ago

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oh my GOD where do I begin. Uhhhmmm. Okay. So Love & Passion is a chapter is the Sasaki and Miyano: First Years novel. Every chapter in that book is from a different characters perspective, and Love & Passion is from Tashiro’s POV. It is mostly about tashiros first year of high school and his joining of the ping pong club. Here look at the cover illustration

Going under a cut now due to exceeding length.

So like. There’s like. A Lot. Certifiably. Especially if you’re a tashiro enthusiast like me. Phenomenal characterization and narration that is usually very fun and lighthearted and tashiro-esque!

Gonzaburo Tashiro, first-year. At the moment, I’m facing an insurmountable barrier.

^ First lines of the chapter. He’s continuously very silly and like. Dramatic narrator. Yknow.

And such a personality lends itself to awfully poignant lines of crippling sincerity and simplicity that make me bawl my eyes out.

I don’t get it. What happened to the loneliness?

But of course tashiro doesn’t exist in a void to we have our delightful cast of his dear friends and acquaintances! Middle school bestie shirahama, who gets him into This Whole Mess (I’ll get to that later). Dearest Hanzawa Masato, who he makes various umh. Comments about.

“Game, set!” announced the referee, a second-year.

Man, he sounds so cool saying that.

…

As I stood there, drooping mentally and physically, I was approached by the guy who had refereed our match—the club’s vice president, Hanzawa.

And last but CERTAINLY not least. Dearest dearest previous president of the ping pong club!!!!

There he is. The saulty little binch on the right.

And if you’re wondering why we call him that. Well. He’s never given a name. Ha ha! But he has such a presence. The way he speaks and moves and looks feels so intentionally intense and like. designed. He’s so on purpose. Makes me wonder if we’ll ever get a spinoff of hanzawa masato[GETS SHOT] ha ha sorry who said that. Anyways

Dearest previous president (prev pres for short) and hanzawa torment poor tashiro. Endlessly. From the moment he joined the club—which was kind of an accident (he and shirahama joined just to check it out but eventually wanted to quit, but to quit you had to win a ping pong match. Shirahama won his match against a newbie easy peasy. Tashiro got matched up against the president of the club himself. Obviously couldn’t win and thus forced to join the club permanently)—from the moment he joined the club, prev pres and hanzawa are like. All over him. Obsessed with him. He tries to skip practice but both of them come drag him out of him classroom to come practice.

But despite his desire to not really be there, he takes club so seriously. He’s so sincere about it. He knows everyone else there is really passionate about ping pong so he cant let himself be the odd man out and rain on everyone’s parade. And this paradox—being so avoidant of the club but coming to care about it and bond with other members—really catches the eye of dearest prev pres.

“I thought Tashiro’d be spoiling for a fight, but he isn’t. That’s what makes him a genius worthy of my inner circle. Remember that, Hanzawa, ‘cause when I graduate, you’re gonna be the next club president.”

“Yes, sir.”

“And I think that guy might be a good successor to you!”

Dearest tashiro overhears this and promptly realizes the two freaks he’s met will not let him out of this. Ever. But he tells himself he’ll decline the offer. Surely they’ll find “someone more appropriate. Someone more serious about the club, maybe.”

And this is what like. Gets to the heart of this chapter. Love & Passion. AND REALLY QUICK touching on the fact that all the other chapters are named in ways that refer to specific characters. They’re all in pairs, and the chapter cover art reflects that too. She & Kuresawa. Miyano & Kuresawa. Sasaki & Miyano. Senior & Junior. SO IT MAKES YOU THINK. Who is love and who is passion. Anyways Tashiro meets and knows these various people around him and they’re all so passionate about what they do and what they like. Shirahama ends up joining the basketball club and gets really into it. Miyano and kuresawa are passionate about their books and clubs. Hanzawa and previous president are passionate about ping pong. Tashiro is passionate about… ? he doesn’t really know.

We so rarely know what other people’s passions are.

“Are you into anything, Tashiro?” Ms. Toyoda asked, and I flinched.

“Uh, me? I dunno. I guess I hadn’t really thought about it.” I racked my brain for anything I might be passionate about, but nothing came to mind.”

Later in the chapter he participates in a ping pong tournament and its like. He’s like the rush of it all and cheering for him teammates and stuff but. He doesn’t cry like everyone else when he loses.

Still, when I saw players from other school practically weeping when they lost, I couldn’t help wondering: What made them so different from me? I didn’t have the passion within me to cry when I lost.

Maybe that’s what real passion looks like. What did I have, then?

…

But something held me back, a sense that ‘passion’ was reserved for something you really, truly loved. Something you couldn’t replace, couldn’t even dream of giving up.

Ping-pong isn’t exactly the hill I would die on. But then again…

And he kinda goes through this arc where its like. Im not passionate about this like everyone else. But it has given me a goal to work towards.

And amidst all that We also get into what tashiro gets up to outside of school. Namely, he frequents a bath house where hes become the grandchild of all the old people that also frequent the place. And he also practices ping pong with his new grandpas, because he totally doesnt care about ping pong. He just. Wants to win. So he can beat the president and leave. Yeah thats it.

But he never does get around to beating the president before he has to graduate. Queue the moment that makes me the most insane

“So you’re never coming back, President?” I said.

“I ain’t President anymore.”

“Not the point! I haven’t beat you yet…” I clenched my fists, a yawning, lonely feeling of loss opening within me.

“Ahh. You mean the thing about getting to quit if you win? The next president’ll keep that promise. Dont’ you worry.”

“What?”

I don’t get it. What happened to the loneliness?

The new president—in other words, Hanzawa.

This like. Special relationship hes had with the president. This game of cat and mouse remains unfulfilled. And he feels loss and he feels lonely about it. But at the same time he can renew that relationship with Hanzawa. And it suddenly doesn’t feel so lonely anymore. And its the simplicity and bluntness of this whole exchange is what really sells it—tashiro is not particularly eloquent. He’s brash and blunt but extremely observant. And thats reflected in his chapters. He recognizes the ways other people interact with the world and their expressions and language. And its so like. Factual to him. It is the way it is. And that observancy is applied to himself too. This feels lonely. Oh. This doesn’t feel lonely anymore. But he doesnt necessarily have the self-reflection to understand why he feels certain things. Anyways.

And amidst all THAT theres these few moments where he gets this really weird adjacency to queerness. Like. If i had a nickel for every moment he asked about queer people, id have two nickels. Which isn’t a lot but its strange it happened twice.

First one:

Miyano’s hobby was man-on-man romance comics. I sometimes wondered about that (like, even though he’s a guy?),

Second one, where hes relaxing in the bathhouse common area and is listening to the old ladies talk about yuri.

Finally, I asked, “What’s yuri?”

“You don’t know? It’s stories of love between girls!”

“Huh, Haven’t heard of that one before…” I guess Ms. Toyoda and her friends had been into reading that sort of thing many years ago, and now their interest was being rekindled thanks to their grandchildren. “I didn’t realize women liked stories about girl-on-girl love, too…”

And its like. ITS NOT MUCH I KNOW. But it really is so weird it happened twice. Why did author Hachijo Kotoko do this. What does it mean. AND THEN IT ALL COMES BACK TO THE TITLE. Love & Passion.

I may not have that burning love that Miyano or Ms. Toyoda have, I thought.

Like. Specifically calling out the love miyano and Ms. Toyoda have. For queer stories. It sits so strange with me. Oddly meaningful but i dont know what it means.

Anyways. There’s also a really good shirahama and tashiro moment that i could get into but. I wont. Yet.

Anyways again. All that writing and i feel like i haven’t even touched on everything. Did not talk nearly enough about hanzawa’s presence but like. It’s very specific and hard to explain. But i also have an incessant desire to just quote like the entire chapter. So just go try to read it if you can. I unfortunately don’t know of any sources online but who knows. The book also has a second tashiro pov chapter so like. Cannot recommend it enough. I love tashiro gonzaburou so so much. He’s everything to me. Peace and love on planet tashiro.

#sasaki to miyano #tashiro gonzaburou #sasaki and miyano: first years #sasaki and miyano #Love & Passion #sunnfish.hzsr #sunnfish.txt #sunnfish.ask

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i-heart-yellowstone · 1 month ago

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14 - The Old Gang

Part 15

Raised Fair Share of Hell

Tag list @bvbwestfall @hcwthewestwaswcn @child-of-of-the-sunshine @elenavampire21 @keep-the-wolves-close @kmc1989 @tallrock35

Beth and I walked inside the bar immediately going up to buy drinks and just talk. Taking a long drink from my beer before I sat the bottle down before my sister in law sent me a very serious look across her face. “We need to talk about the people coming after your and my family's land. Like it or not we all have to fight these invaders together.”

“I agree but we need to include my sister in our conversations.” Nodding my head I knew she would fight like hell as possible.

The bar door opened where I heard someone walking up behind me and covering my eyes where I went to elbow the person until I recognized the cheeky laugh. “Sure been a while since I’ve seen you around here, Bonnie.”

“Evan Hunter, I can’t believe you’re still wearing the same Guns and Roses tea shirt from freshman year of high school.” I snorted out a laugh knowing he loved the band.

Evan lowered his head ruffling my hair. “You know I still love the band even if they ain’t current.”

“What no hug for your old buddy?” Jake, one of Kayce’s childhood friends, came up to me carrying a beer in his hand.

Throwing my arms around him in a hug I laughed again at his chest, happy to see him again. “Hey Jake, ohh. It’s good to see you.”

“Hey Jake, I got the pool table all set up - Alissa?” Jake and I both turned our heads where I saw Kayce grab his former navy buddies shoulder until he noticed me standing there.

I snapped sharply back at my father’s daughter. “What are you doing here?”

“I'm here to play pool and drink beer with my friends. I didn’t think you’d be here.” Kayce shrugged his shoulders in response.

Rolling my eyes I pushed my way past him grabbing one of the pool sticks. Leaning downward on the green table I got ready to shoot my shot but the father of my child sat his beer bottle in front of the tip of my pool stick. “Seriously Kayce!”

“I wanna talk to you.” He responded.

Straightening my back I hit the end of the pool stick on the floor. “Oh really cause I thought you told me to get out of your house after we had our fight.”

“You got all bent out of shape when I told you I saw you with Ryan, remember.”

Giving him the middle finger I got up in his face where our noses touched one another. “You had no right to spy on us. What I do with my life is my business!”

“I’m still a part of your life regardless of how you feel about me. We have a daughter together too.”

Ewan slapped his hand on each of our shoulders changing the conversation back to the game. “Hey, how about we start that pool game huh?” And so that’s exactly what we did: it was me and Jake against Kacey and Ewan. Kayce and I were tied up.

“Okay Kayce, it’s just you and Lissa. Clutch time, man. It’s just the state playoffs. We’re down by six. Eight seconds to go. We need a 52 yard bomb!” Jake raised his fist in the air causing everyone in the crowd to cheer with him. He glanced over in my direction where I was finishing a shot in my hands. “Do you remember that, Lissa?”

Sitting my glass down on the bar table I shifted my gaze to my best friend. “Sure do cause that’s the night Kayce got me pregnant.”

“Why don’t you go public with that shit.”

Slowly walking up to him I pushed hair away that had fallen in front of my face. “Oh please it’s not like anybody at this bar didn’t already know that. I mean we all know he knocked up another girl he barely knew a few months after that when he got drunk at a bonfire-“

“Don’t you think that I have regretted that mistake every day of my life!” Kayce cut me off sharply.

“It doesn’t seem that you care, Dutton. Otherwise you would have stopped seeing her.” I snapped back at him sharply.

Kayce dropped his pool stick on the floor stomping up to get inside my face with our noses pressed against one another. “Oh like you mean like I should just get over the fact that you slept with another guy behind my back.”

“It’s called a hook up, Kayce!”

He shouted back at me. “That doesn’t change the fact that you said you didn’t love me anymore.”

“Hey, why don’t you just back off of her.” Ryan came over to us gently shoving the father of my child away from me.

Kayce glared at turning his hands into fists, before he pushed him nearly into the nearest bar table. “Stay out of this, ranch hand.”

Ryan got to his feet swinging a fist at him yet he dodged it. The two boys went back and forth trying to throw a punch at the other. Ryan got some in good hits but he did manage to drop Kayce on the ground once or twice but he didn’t back down from the fight.

I ran putting myself in front of Ryan so he didn’t get another punch raising my voice in defense. “Don’t put your hands on him - Ugg!” Kayce raised his fist up accidentally knocking me straight in the nose where I collapsed down onto my back on the bar floor. Holding my nose I noticed some blood before the bar owner grabbed him by his shoulder dragging him towards the door.

Ryan helped me up from the floor, not seeing some police officers coming in our direction until I caught sight of one of them take out handcuffs. “Can I help you, officers?”

“You’re under arrest, Alissa Dutton.” I recognize Sheriff Haskell stepping around the two officers and holding the handcuffs.

Knitting my brows together I asked. “Wait what. What have I done?”

“You took a swing at the Livestock Commissioner's son.”

Dropping my hands down at my sides I rolled my eyes in disbelief. “Come on, Haskell. It was in self defense and I didn’t even actually hit him.”

“I’m still taking you in. And remember I can still charge you and Kayce for blowing up the old water tower.” The sheriff grabbed my shoulder, spinning me around and slapping handcuffs on my twisted arms that were pinned around my back. The police department was convinced to drop the charges after John had a long conversation with his friend.

Ryan called out my name with Beth running outside watching me get shoved into the backseat of the police car. “Alissa!”

“Beth, call my sister.”

She nodded with a stern look on her face. “I’ll get the charges dropped don’t you worry.” The car door shut in my face and we drove to the department where I spent a night in a small cell.

Rubbing my eyes I woke up the next morning after hearing somebody else groaning loudly waking me up. Pushing myself to sit up some against the stone wall I blinked the sleep from my eyes recognizing a black Cowboy laying at my feet. Trailing my eyes upward I growled in annoyance. “Kayce John Dutton, what the hell are you doing in my cell?”

“I have no idea.” Kayce groaned, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

Not a moment later the cell block door opened where a guard stepped inside and I saw my sister coming in behind him. Scrambling to my feet I gently grabbed the bars staring at her when she stood directly in front of me. “Alana, pay my bail and get me out of here.”

“I can’t do that, sis.” She responded.

Knitting my brows I didn’t understand what she meant. “Look tell daddy I’ll pay him back for this. Just please get me out of here.”

“That doesn’t matter. You’re still not getting out, not until you two settle whatever is going on between you two.” She waved her finger at me and then over to Kayce who had gotten up from the stone floor.

Kayce came to stand slightly behind me, holding his cowboy hat in his hand figuring out what I hadn’t. “You locked us up in here.”

“Let us out right now.” I growled in the guards direction.

He shook his head no where. He and my sister simply left the cell hallway. “I’ll let you out when she provides me the bail money.” My mouth fell opened and I remained standing there almost frozen over what my sister had just done to us.

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raccoon-crown · 3 months ago

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DREAM LAND AU: The knight betrayed by the stars.

"Long time Ago in the Land of the Dreams, there used to be peace, a peace so lasting that everyone thought it would last forever.

Under the light of the stars, everyone felt safe...

... And so, everyone forgot that in the starry universe there was also an infinite darkness that covered everything.

Dark beings that saw in the time of peace the perfect opportunity to get out of their lair and take the lead into conquer the universe protected by the stars.

Planets, comets, whole worlds were affected by this invasion, and much more lives were taken in a single moment. It was then, and only then, that the stars had to intervene once more.

They shined and gave their power to people of flesh, beings selected to protect the life and bring back the light to the space the darkness already covered.

That was the story of the first star guardians, so singular as every star in the night, and also the only hope for the people of the Land of the Dreams..."

-... Since they casted the nightmares away! - pronounced the tinny pup with a huge smile while waving his hand.

-Seems like someone has the story memorized by now! - said the blue hedgehog who was at the hedge of the bed.

-How could I not to?! The star guardians are Soo cool! - shouted the blue ball of spikes almost getting out of his bed - and I'm gonna be one of them when I grow up, you'll see!!

-Hey!, calm down little knight or you'll wake up everyone around! - the hedgehog cover in armor took the furball with care and barely managed to put some blanked on its place again.

-Hum! I bet the Star Guardians doesn't have a bed time... - The small pup mumbled indignant.

-Oh, you bet they do! After all they won't be able to fight without the proper sleep, just thing about it! - he pronounced while feigning concern - A honorable star guardian defeated just for being drowsy in the middle of the battle ground! What a disgrace!!!

After a small silence, the room finally exploded into thousands of laughs. As both of the hedgehogs tried to recover their breath, the youngest of the took the silver mask that was over the blankets.

-Oh no, not today, you know I'll need it tomorrow so give it back...

-But dad, I only want to keep it tonight! - Claimed the blue spiky pup - if I don't have it with me how can the stars know where to find me to make me a guardian?!

The hedgehog in shiny armor let go a sigh.

-Sonic, you don't need this for that - passing a hand over the spikes of the pup's head - you have the biggest heart I know, big enough for all the star in the sky to notice, you don't need an old man's mask for them to notice it.

-But, it's not a common mask, it's the strongest king's knight mask!

-He, come on, those sweet words won't get you this mask and you know it!

-Hey!

-But - interrupted the old hedgehog - the day the stars acknowledge you and you became stronger than your old man, then you can keep it.

-Wait, are you serious dad?!

-Why shouldn't I? Do ya think a knight could lie to a furball like you?? - enveloping his son in a huge the knight concluded - You'll be the bravest Star Guardian one day my son, I'm sure of it.

Returning the gesture, the little hedgehog smiled widely with a pair of shinny brown eyes.

-Thanks dad, you're the best!

.................

His heart was running nonstop, faster than ever before, and inside of it he still could feel it: a roaring power that burned inside, the very one that used to inhabit the sword the sword that was given to him just a moment ago.

But there was something different, he couldn't put a finger on it till looking at the dark aura that covered him from top to toe. It was something different from the burst of light that came with the sword.

It was pestilent and scary.

He looked at the sky by mere reflex, or maybe just because looking at the ground right now just felt unreal, he didn't have a way to know if all battlegrounds were like that. Deep within himself he firmly believed that if he managed to look at the starry sky he could feel at least some peace.

...

But the sky, for first time since he could remember, was empty. As if the stars refused to see him anymore, as if the very same ones that gave him the power to defend everything he once loved turned their backs on him.

"Why?"

Lost, he was completely lost, not only because of the fact that he literally couldn't control his body for a moment that seemed like an eternity, but also because he couldn't understand what was wrong with him for the stars to look away from him even after being able to defeat their enemies.

"This wasn't supposed to happen..."

Returning the gaze at the ground, he felt the shake of everything he had just went through.

How his homeworld and home was invaded by the same creatures they only feared in the fairy tales, how he saw his dad fighting till his last breath to protect it, the unforgettable sound of his body falling on the ground after his sword broke into pieces and the yelling his heart let go when it happened.

His hands, sticky and covered into something hideous and dark enough of to hide his blue fur and spikes, were a reminder of the things that the very same pain caused.

It was the closest thing those creatures had to the blood inside his veins. The proof that told him over and over that the scenery and the nightmares he just lived weren't just bad dreams, it was indeed the scariest scenery he ever saw in his life.

BADDUMM BADDUMM

But what actually scared him the most was not the scenery nor the smell or the fact that he was alone.

BADDUMM BADDUMM BADDUMM

It was the fact that a part of him felt wrong, like something huge changed, as if he still wanted to keep going, keep FIGHTING...

It was then, when a little shine of moonlight captured his attention, in the distance he barely managed to recognize something reflecting the light in its direction, awaking his instincts enough for him to move.

Feeling a painful weight on his back, he forced himself to keep walking in the mud and soot to reach the shinny object. As if it was the only thread that tied him to sanity.

The lonely child barely managed to pick the object from under some debris, trembling as he recognized the precious object before trying to clean it with the remaining of his cloth.

Raising it to give it a better look, the hedgehog felt something humid Rolling over his muzzle.

-When you said that you were gonna give this to me if I became a star guardian... - his eyes fixated over his own reflection in the silver mask, as his now golden eyes cried silently the pain in his chest - ... I didn't mean for it to be like this...

Leaving his sword in the ground, the blue hedgehog pressed his forehead onto the mask as he silently let go the last family he had left for good.

-Young sir! - the echo of a voice in the distance brought him to reality for a second, causing for him to turn around - Young sir Sonic! Where are you?!

His heart longed for someone finding him, for a warm embrace before being took to a safe place, far from that calamity and pain. But the reflection on the mask and the bleeding pain her perceived coming from his scapulas remembered that he no longer was who they were looking for.

"What exactly I'm now dad...?!"

The sound of an armour coming alerted him and by mere reflex he took a ripped flag to cover himself seconds before the knight could be close enough.

-Young Sir, thanks the stars that you are...

-Don't come any closer!! - insisted the hedgehog startling the knight a few steps from him.

-Sir?

-I... - without having a single word to describe his situation, the young hedgehog felt like his heart was about to scape his chest, barely able to hold himself he expressed - I need for you to look for anyone that survived while I check if this place is safe again.

Refusing to look at the knight in his state, he simply took the sword from the ground barely avoiding to start shaking.

-Sir... You-you have to come with me, this place is not safe, there are...! - the knight slipped to his location, almost reaching him.

-I gave you an order! - said the little hedgehog desperately before looking at the knight, who suddenly stopped stunned, before recovering his hand from touching him.

He could even swore that he trembled for a second, completely scared and confused. But how could he blame him, he came all the way looking for a little and defenseless child only to find a MONSTER like him in his place.

-I... - regretting his words, he only managed to look away so the poor guy could breath - I need to go secure the zone, you should go too.

The knight remained silent for a second, he didn't know if he was still in shock from seeing him or if he actually was concerned for him.

He wasn't even sure that he wanted to know.

-As you order sir... But ... there's also something else you must know - the knight doubted for a moment before retiring his helmet, leaving it under his arm - the captain, we lost him in the battle... My condolen-

-I know - the hedgehog cut, and lifting the mask again as he cleaned the tears over his muzzle - I was there when it happened...

Looking at the eyes that were now his in the mask, he closed his eyes for a last farewell.

A farewell to Sonic, the son of the greatest Knight in the world.

-But if we want to honor him, we must protect those who are left, so go find those survivors...

It was at that moment, that not even the weight on his back mattered for him, for an instant the burning sensation in his heart consumed him while he put the mask over his face.

-Sir, Wait!! - exclaimed the knight right before the hedgehog ran in a different direction at an unnatural speed.

It didn't mattered if the stars abandoned him because of that hate, or if his desire of vengeance was too much for them to accept. He needed power, one strong enough to avoid that from repeating again.

It didn't mattered for him if it had to be light or darkness.

Holding his sword, he retired his improvised cape without stopping and gave a deep breath before extending the wings that he now carried on his back as the fire in his veins took control again before he left the ground.

His dad was right after all, his heart was really big and strong, it didn't matter if the darkness inside him was enough to make the star repent of choosing him. As long as it kept beating, he was going to make sure no one could stop him.

He was ready to take the Mantle as the next Meta Knight.

#rdjsays #sonic #sonic the hedgehog #meta sonic #kirby #Meta knight #My fics #Dream Land AU #Meta Sonic origins #I hope y'all like this whole long rambling!!!

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bidisaster-peanut-romano · 2 years ago

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so uuuh. some headcanons abt lola because we can never have enough of them

everything she knows about womanhood and love, she learned from her mother.

her father is violent and imposing, very proud and convinced about "being one of the last real men"

her mother often reminds lola of how beautiful she was when she was younger, before he got married and gave birth

(see lola's voiceline "i'm so old, my life is almost over!")

she also learnt from her mother that love means it doesn't matter how bad they treat you, you have to stay

but she also learnt that being in a relationship will always be about a man dictating a woman's life and having all the power over her, which. she didn't like one bit

especially when she reached high school (she wasn't at bullworth in her freshman year) and she saw some of her girl schoolmates

so, since she also knew for sure that men always want one thing from women (do we really need to say what that thing is?), she used the only power she thought women really have to gain control of her surroundings, as long as she is still young and beautiful enough

on one side, she adores the way johnny adores her, puts her on a pedestal, takes care of her in wall they ways she can't of herself

and sometimes it's also cute that he hits and fights any other guy who goes as far as laying his eyes on her one second too long

but she hates how he questions her every move and how he wants to know about all of her friends and about where she is all the time - it feels a bit too close to that power dynamic she was trying to avoid the whole time

but at the same time. they can't leave. she is no quitter and neither is johnny. so she tries to grab his attention and let him see - do you see how easily you could lose me? do you see how much i have the power to drive you crazy if i just want to?

very very unhealthy and purposefully destructive if you ask me. but that's what we do around here innit

in general she doesn't trust men. just- no.

there's only one human being who belongs in the masculine area of the gender spectrum whom she trusts from her heart, him being peanut.

i know i mentioned it before, but the way she genuinely cares about him goes beyond comprehension

she does do a couple tricks on him from time to time; after all, she's still lola lombardi. plus peanut is a disaster in love, so making eyes at him only to pretend not knowing what he's talking about later is still amusing

but she really confides him everything. all of her fears and the moments when the emptiness she feels inside grows deeper, those rare times when she really cries; it's peanut that she calls.

they will meet up in the middle of the night just to run around the city together and ease their minds and just. smile a bit you know

the rumor that lefty spreads about her wanting to join a nunnery after high school. she meant it ironically. she just wanted to say that boys are so fucking annoying and oh god i might as well become a nun. SHE WASN'T SERIOUS. but lefty loooves to spread stupid and/or false rumors for the fun of it so she should've expected it

she only really has a good relationship with lefty, who is too chill to question his morals just chatting with someone, and vance, with whom she has a sort of understanding, compatibility you might say

ricky, hal and above everyone else lucky have a deep distrust towards her that, especially for the latter, turn into a more or less visible hostility

not that she cares really. she'll just mirror their attitude towards her or whatever

although she has a special reciprocal resentment with norton, which often turns into an intellectual fight about media analysis

mostly, it's a "she giggles and bats her eyelashes but she's really a devil in disguise" vs "he acts all tough and strong but he's really just a wimp" kind of dislike

she listens to lana del rey (or she would if the time was right. you get what i mean)

(also. electra heart by marina full album.mp3 playing in the background)

she starts studying ancient greek during her senior year

during the summer break galloway suggested her an edition of euripides' tragedies because he saw her so interested when they studied the iliad

at first she was like "thanks sir but no sir, i can choose my books for myself", but then she did check it out

the pipeline from there to repeating the alphabet every day before going to bed is short

(also she dived deeper into greek tragedy and she fell so deeply for clytemnestra)

she's scarily good at putting her makeup on. and by good i mean drawing her eyeliner while standing in a moving bus

i think it's implied in game (johnny's fighting audio “once i'm finished with you i'm gonna go home to lola”) but i'll say it here anyway: lola basically left her childhood home (not that her parents cared particularly) and lives with johnny

she used to go very much along with zoe

she did think she was a bit exaggerating about social issues and kinda mocked her for it, telling her she was her "queer feminist friend or whatever" (her words) but she did have some good times with her

it was heartbreaking when she left, and especially knowing the reason why; it was exactly the demonstration of what she always believed, that this world is naturally hostile to women and girls and justice is never the one on their side

not interested in motors but she loves the 50s aesthetics and fashion. even before she started wearing leather she used to have one of those swing skirts as school uniform

idolizes marilyn monroe and vivian leigh in particular

#for the record. i love norton and imho he is the most decent human being of the bunch #also as always its more of a collection of thoughts than actual headcanons but i wanted to put these out #i NEED to talk abt her #also as i was writing this it kinda saddened me how most of it revolves around boys n johnny but then i realized. thats kinda the core of h #her innit. like she is deeply built as a character around her girlhood as learning to be attractive to men in an attempt at not sinking in #a patriarchal society. like she is v much built abt the feminine as opposition to masculine isnt she. goddddd i love her so much #bully #bully cce #canis canem edit #cce #bully scholarship edition #bully anniversary edition #greasers #lola lombardi #odyposts #odywrites

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sineala · 2 years ago

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Thanks for tagging me!

I really like your answer here. The one thing I would like to highlight is that part of the grittiness/realism of Ults that made it to the MCU (at least, Iron Man 1) was that Ults -- early Ults -- was in fact also depicting current real-world conflicts, to a greater extent than even the early MCU ever did.

(I mean, sure, 616 also used to do that -- the original iteration of Tony's origin story was not indeterminate at all, as it was explicitly set in the Vietnam War. In 1963 this was not really a controversial choice of setting for most Americans, but as the war became more and more controversial they eventually pulled back on Tony making weapons. This was also not a particularly gritty or realistic take on... anything, at least at the beginning. Tony's making the military jet-powered roller skates. Then eventually the setting of Tony's origin story switched to "South East Asian Republic" -- yes, Marvel literally named a country this -- and by Warren Ellis' Extremis run it had switched to Afghanistan (although not with any actual political detail), so at the time IM1 was in development they were using the then-current 616 origin. Currently in 616, Marvel has invented a new fictional country, stuck it next to Vietnam, and has placed the Fictional Vietnam War there, in their deep commitment to not saying anything political ever anymore.)

So the thing about Ults is that Ults 1 and 2 -- the initial storylines that really defined how the book was going to go -- are by Mark Millar. I am trying very hard not to call him an edgelord, but his work has a particular... flavor. Superheroes, as the general public knows, are dudes who run around wearing their underwear on the outside of their pants, and they are always Good People who fight crime. Superheroes are only for children. (If you read comics you obviously know this isn't always true. But I think it contributed to the difficulties Marvel had getting their work to translate to film until the X-Men movies happened.) Mark Millar's work is... not that.

So a large portion of Mark Millar's work is "Okay, but what if superheroes were incredibly powerful people who dedicated themselves to furthering the causes of nation-states on a serious, worldwide level mostly involving real geopolitical events? What would it look like if there were people running around who were actually doing that? What if these were the people who actually fought all the wars? And what if they were real people who were mostly doing what they thought was right and yet were sometimes assholes and sometimes corrupt and generally imperfect and flawed? What would it look like if there were actual military power in those people's hands? Would you want that? Should you regulate that? What limits would you set, and how would you enforce them? Essentially, what if you had a dozen weapons of mass destruction, but the weapons were actual people who decided when, where, and even whether you were setting them off?"

I'm not saying this is always handled with a lot of nuance or subtlety (it isn't, oh my God, it definitely isn't), but this is the kind of thing Millar likes to grapple with. This, as you can probably tell, was Civil War -- albeit focusing more on the question of how to regulate power. If you read DC, this was Ellis and then Millar's run on The Authority. And this was absolutely what Ults was. Sure, Ults 1 was mostly "what if we fought some totally fictional aliens called the Chitauri?" but Ults 2 was "what if America deployed superheroes in the Middle East, and what if everyone else was extremely angry about US interventionism and had their own superheroes to fight back?"

These -- well, other than Civil War -- were actually referencing real-world people, places, and events in specific, as much as they could. The Ultimates in Ults 2 are being sent to real towns in Iraq. If you read the Authority, the currently-available collected reprints are "uncensored" in that they have some dialogue and so on that DC made Ellis and Millar (mostly Millar) change because it was just too much for them -- like, "you cannot have your main heroic characters threaten to kill the actual president of Indonesia who you are referring to to by name." Except now you can, I guess.

When Marvel was deciding how to adapt comics to the MCU, this -- 616 and Ults -- was what they were working with. I don't actually know how they were making decisions, but I would guess that a feel of realism in terms of both characterization and setting was what they were prioritizing -- because, look, IM1 was not a sure bet, because at the time basically zero comic book movies were a sure bet, and if they only got one shot at making an Iron Man movie they were going to try to make one that people who weren't into superheroes could take seriously, and I would guess that meant realism.

I think your other two points -- that Ults had less canon and that its canon, which on the Ultimates side specifically is a lot of miniseries, was more easily suited to being told in movie-sized chunks than the 60-year soap opera that is 616 -- are indeed true, but I would hazard a guess that mostly they didn't matter to the MCU. They don't really seem to be interested in fidelity to any canon -- nothing in the MCU is an exact version of the comics the same way that, say, the Sandman TV show is clearly adapting individual issues in order -- and if you just want to tell a story about Marvel characters, you're going to grab whatever sounds good from everywhere and then maybe make up some more stuff that sounds good. I'm not saying this is bad; I'm just saying that "there's only ten years of canon" probably wasn't a big deciding factor. Ults probably just sounded good.

And what probably sounded good about Ults, I would think, was the general feel of realism. So the attitude, the way the characters relate to the world, feels more like Ults -- but the backstories, other than mostly Clint's and the fact that Ults Nick Fury was absolutely being played by Samuel L. Jackson, were mostly based on the events of 616. Like, MCU Tony isn't drinking himself to death and becoming a superhero to cope with brain cancer. MCU Thor isn't a hippie anti-war activist. MCU Steve didn't get his fiancee pregnant and then have to deal with being the Red Skull's father. (I don't think that had happened yet in Ults, but you see what I mean.) They didn't use any of those details; they went with origins that were a lot closer to 616. But, like, the feel and general premise? That sounds more believable. Superheroes being found and hired by SHIELD? Sure, it makes sense that a government agency would be in charge of these people rather than a random billionaire who just wanted his own personal superhero team.

(I'm also not entirely sure whether Ults Tony is a defense contractor at all. If he is, it's sure not a big part of his character. I mean, he absolutely can build weapons and armor because he does it for himself. But he doesn't have plots like 616 Tony does where 616 Tony stops making weapons (although continues making other tech) and then Nick Fury spends, like, the next few decades trying to get him to do it again and the only time he makes weapons for anyone other than himself/his people is when he is a full-on supervillain. So I don't think picking Ults increases the realism on that front. Ults mostly doesn't engage with Tony's personal culpability other than what's due to his actions specifically as a member of the Ultimates, rather than what he does with his business.)

I should also point out that the ending of Ults 2 does in fact attempt to tackle US involvement in the Middle East because basically the entire Ultimates team decides they do not want to be involved in any of this anymore, to the point where they decide to stop working for the US government -- which then leads to the formation of the Avengers, who do work for the government. This is where we get Greg, Tony's evil twin. Although IIRC they also stop using actual current US conflicts as a basis for most of their storylines and then it's, like, "what if Texas seceded and also had nukes?" so, you know. Comics. But the MCU didn't actually bring in the part of Ults that was like "what if the entire war in Iraq was bad," either.

So yeah -- I just wanted to mention that the idea of using real-world conflicts in specific detail was one that the MCU did, in a sense, borrow from Ults. Ults was just a lot more specific and negative about American imperialism than the MCU was, for the most part.

Why do you think the MCU made an ults adaptation instead of a 616 adaptation? I have some theories but lmk know what you think of this conundrum

This is such an interesting question!! I will preface this by saying that I haven't yet read a lot of Ults or 616, and a lot of what I've learned of canon has been gained through osmosis from other, much more knowledgeable people in the fandom (@sineala, I'd love to hear your take on this ask!). That being said though, I think the main reasons why the MCU was adapted primarily from Ults instead of from 616 was because:

Ults had less canon to work with than 616, so it's a bit easier to ascertain a linear narrative that hasn't been rewritten and retconned multiple times. (For example, in 616 Tony had originally helped found SHIELD; this was completely retconned later on.)

Ults isn't as fantastical as 616, or as we all say colloquially, Ults is the grittier, 'more realistic' version of events that happened in 616. This would be particularly beneficial for a live-action remake, where the commonly held industry thinking is that audiences don't have as high a capacity to suspend their disbelief as they might for animation or live theater. The realism of the medium would necessitate a more grounded comics canon to build off of.

Ults origin stories lend themselves to the strategic vision of MCU Phase 1 much better than 616 origins. I think this is most apparent with Steve's origin: in 616 he was discovered only by the Avengers whereas in Ults, Steve was found by SHIELD (though I believe some of the other Ultimates were also there). I imagine this version of events would be much easier to tweak so that each member of the MCU Avengers had their own separate movie establishing background and characterization before throwing them into a very busy ensemble cast.

I don't actually think that all of these reasons for choosing Ults as the main canon to base the MCU on ended up working in the MCU's favor though. Like, Iron Man 1 is clearly set within some sort of nebulous Middle Eastern conflict that the US is involved in, for a variety of reasons. This conflict would have been easily recognizable to American audiences in 2008: at the time, the US has been in war in Afghanistan since 2001 and in Iraq since 2003. You don't have to waste precious movie minutes establishing a war for Tony to be making weapons for when American audiences are already primed to fill in the blanks if you give them the implication of a war in the ME. The setup of a vague Middle Eastern war acts as cinematic shorthand to establish Tony Stark's background and character to a broad audience, and to the many who hadn't read any Iron Man or Avengers comics, this was their first introduction to Tony Stark's origin story. Additionally, the setting acts as a plausible 1:1 retelling of Tony's original introduction in 616 (elements such as Yinsen, the life-threatening shrapnel to his chest, and Tony inventing the Iron Man suit instead of building weaponry for the terrorists who had taken him captive are all taken directly from his 1960s origin story), revamped for 21st century moviegoers by changing the indeterminate Southeast Asian war from the 1960s comics to an indeterminate Middle Eastern war for the MCU.

However, you literally never see MCU movies dedicate themselves to this level of realism again, for good reason. Whatever cultural shorthand you draw on by placing Tony Stark's weapons-manufacturing backstory in the context of an actual real-life geopolitical conflict also comes with the baggage of all the Islamophobia, xenophobia, and imperialism that comes with that conflict. In Iron Man 1, the inciting incident that causes Tony to want to halt SI's weapons production is the fact that his weapons are being used by the terrorists to harm American soldiers. But what about all the hundreds of thousands of innocent Middle Eastern people your weapons harmed and killed Tony?? What about them, huh?! What about the instability that America has wrought in the region, Tony, backing up political capital with firepower that YOU provided to them??

Immediately, the MCU backs off of America's actual real-life military operations as a basis for their fictional world. I like to think that they did this because they realized that it's very difficult to make your billionaire weapons-manufacturer superhero sympathetic in a world where both billionaires and the American military are coming under more scrutiny by more people every day. I'll guess that the real reason has to do with the fact that those story elements made it much harder to sell international audiences on the franchise.

It's frustrating too, because to this day I would say that Iron Man 1 is one of the best MCU movies out there, but in my opinion, the reasons for this aren't that IM1 was the most realistic or the most plausible or the most grounded superhero movie. What drew me to the MCU in the first place was the emotional depth of the characters and the stories, a depth that I think is best exemplified in Tony Stark. As the MCU moved forward and began to (but never fully) shed it's commitment to realism, the movies started to lose their ability to tell emotionally-compelling stories with high stakes that actually leave you in suspense of the ending. The fatal flaw of the MCU is in believing that audiences don't have the capacity to accept emotionality in stories that aren't limited to the bounds of our reality, when the whole point of a superhero story is to challenge ourselves to imagine more fantastical worlds than our own.

#marvel #marvel ultimates #cowboyhorsegirl #replies

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kaylinlmao · 2 years ago

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Fight *Edited*

Warnings: swearing, violence, r is 17, boys are 18

Summary: The new kid doesn't know any better and challenges the toughest crew in school, so they come to teach her a lesson in front of everyone. What they didn't expect was the new kid can fight.

"Hi. I'm Y/N L/N." I said quietly. I've gone to a new school every year of middle school and the first three in high school. Now that I'm in my last year of high school and 18 years old, I should be used to getting up and introducing myself right? Wrong. I still get anxiety talking in front of friends but a full classroom of teenage assholes? No way.

"Nice to meet you, Y/N. Have a seat back there by those boys" Mr. Rogers, the English teacher said. I weaved through the desks swiftly with my eyes glued to the floor. I sat down, took out a notebook and pen and started doodling. I was drawing a pretty flower when I heard snickering behind me. Those boys who Mr. Rogers told me to sit by were staring at me and laughing. The one with short black hair was talking to the boy with dirty blondish hair. One with short curly hair was laughing with a guy with long black hair. Then there was a guy right behind me with long curly blonde hair. He was boring holes in the back of my head. Lastly, the boy sitting across from me. He had ginger hair and was chuckling at a joke one of his friends made.

DING DING DING. The bell rang, signaling lunchtime. I got up and walked outside. I found a nice tree, sat underneath it, got my lunch out, ate, and just people watched. There was a group of girls giggling at a table not far from me. Then one girl caught my eye and came over to sit beside me.

"Hello. I'm Donna! What's your name?" "Y/N" She was really sweet and we talked for a while during lunch. While we were talking, the group of boys walked out the lunch room doors and everyone scurried to get away from them like they had some sort of virus of something. "Who are those boys?" I asked Donna. "Oh. Um, they're bad news. You should stay away from them." She said, quietly. "I will if you tell me who they are and why everyone avoids them like they have the plague"

"Ok. Well, you see the one with the short black hair?" I nodded. "So, that's Bruce Yamada. He plays baseball and is like a serious ladies man. He'll pretend to be your friend then totally stab you in the back. The one with the dirty blond hair. Not the one with curly hair, the one with the Letterman jacket. That's Billy Showalter. He's the local paperboy. He's kinda mean. They're all really mean which is why I said you should stay away from them." I nodded my head and waved my hand impatiently.

"And?" "And then there's the guy with short curly hair. That's Finney Blake. He's more low-key mean then the other guys. Like he'll degrade the shit out of you while his friends beat your ass. Then the little short one with ginger hair. That's Griffin Stagg. He's more of the stalker. He'll be the one to figure out where you live and what your schedule is so they can jump you without getting caught. The there's those two boys right there in the corner." "The one with the long curly hair and long black hair?" I asked. "Yes" she confirmed. "They are Vance Hopper and Robin Arellano. They're the fighters. They're the ones who fight most of the fights."

"So why does everyone avoid them? They don't look very scary. They also seem like an unexpected group of friends." I said. Donna gave me the side eye. "Well, something happened three years ago and nobody's really over it" Now we're getting somewhere. "There was this guy. His name was Albert Shaw but he was nicknamed the Grabber. He would snatch up boys from off the streets and kidnap them. What he didn't think through was he kidnapped too many boys at once." "Who did he kidnap?" " Bruce Yamada, Vance Hopper, Billy Showalter, Griffin Stagg, Robin Arellano, and Finney Blake." I nodded my head and snapped my fingers. "So that's why they're all friends. To bond over the trauma" We looked at each other a moment and laughed.

"In all honesty though, they look like a bunch of douches." What I didn't know was that their stupid group was walking behind us and heard the last part of the conversation. Then they went back there and started making a plan to jump me after school and teach me a lesson in front of everybody.

DING DING DING. The bell rang for last period. "What class do you have next?" Donna asked. I looked at my schedule and groaned. "Math." "Oh me too! We can go together then!" "Ok" We walked in and sat down together. I just doodled on my arm and wasn't really listening until I felt something hit the back of my head. It was a note from the boy behind me.

"Just warning you. The dead kids group plan to jump you after school and beat your ass in front of everyone to teach you a lesson. -Wyatt"

"For reals? Why? That's ok though. I can fight. -Y/N"

"All six of them? Because they heard you calling them all douches -Wyatt"

"I'll be fine. Thanks for the warning. Wyatt. -Y/N"

I was in the middle of an internal battle for the rest of math class. Anxiety and confidence were fighting. For a second I was like "yo, I got this." Then anxiety kicks in and now I'm thinking "in front of an audience? I've never fought in front of people before!" I was about to have a panic attack when I remembered something my dad said. "When you're fighting, remember to focus on your opponents fighting style. They use their fists often, go for the legs." I was so zoned out remembering all of my dads fighting tips I didn't even notice that the bell rang and everyone was filing out of the classroom.

"Y/N? Are you ok?" Donna asked sweetly. "Yeah I'm fine. Just tired." "Ok. Lets go then." We walked out together to the crowded parking lot. As I rounded the corner I saw the boys waiting for me. I decided just to try and walk around them just to test them. I swerved around but one of them caught me by my wrist. Robin. "Yes? How can I help you douches?" By then a large crowd was coming over to see the fight. For some odd reason all of them looked at me with pity. "What'd you say?" Robin said dangerously slow. "How. Can. I. Help. You. Douches? Did your dumb little brains get it that time?" Now, I may have been cool and calm on the outside but I was fucking terrified on the inside. Why the fuck was I making them even madder? Omg. I was gonna die. I'm gonna die. I'm gonna die.

They all looked at me livid and red with anger. I was just waiting for someone to swing first. Finally, Vance did. He swung but he put too much emotion into it. Emotion is weakness. I dodged it easily, grabbed his arm and pulled it behind his back. Then I wiped his legs out from under him so he hit his head on the concrete, blacking out. I then felt someone grab my hair and pull me up. I looked up to see Finney with his hand in my hair. I whimpered quietly but he heard it. So now he thinks I'm submitting and giving up. Wrong. And now I just move a little bit to the side over here, bring the heel of my foot up and kicked him with my heel right where the sun don't shine. He doubled over, falling to his knees and letting go of my hair.

2 down 4 to go. Billy and Bruce both started swinging. Now, if I'm being honest, they got a few really good punches in. But I noticed that Billy was fighting leaning on his toes. So if I just slide under his legs and pull then he falls over. Now Billy's down too. I also saw that Bruce wasn't completely focused on me. He was more focused on the crowd surrounding us. So I ran and tackled him. He fell straight down and hit his head. Robin now. He was gonna be a tough one. He's a damn good fighter. I swung first just to test my theory. He dodged and punched back. Yup! My theory was right. He pulls his punches. They last too long and go further then necessary.

When he punched my eye, I won't lie. I almost blacked out. But I had enough in me to pull his arm and flip him across. He landed on top of Vance who was just coming around. They were all on the ground except for Griffin. I walked over to him and socked him straight in the chin. He walked backwards and tripped over Bruce's leg. Done. It was absolutely silent. As I was waking away, I heard someone say "how did she beat all six of them?"

I walked over to the boys helping each other up, furious. I pointed at Robin. "You pull your punches. It gives more time to grab it and get you back before you can punch again." I pointed at Billy. "You fight on your toes which gives you terrible balance. Fight on the balls of your feet, not your toes." I point at Bruce. "You kept focusing on the crowd, not your opponent. It gave me a chance to take you by surprise." I point at Griffin. "You rely too much on your friends. You can only rely and trust yourself." I point at Finney. "You need more confidence. Be confident in your abilities." I point at Vance. "Lastly, you. You fight with too much anger and emotion. Emotion is weakness." I walked away quickly to my car and hopped in. My parents were at work and so was my sister. When I got home, I went to the bathroom to see how bad it was. I looked and saw I just had a black eye and a bloody nose. And scratches and bruises all around but. I cleaned it and sat down to read, not knowing that at the moment, 6 boys were developing an unhealthy obsession with me.

So. This is my first imagine. It was kinda long and it sucked. But I tried. All parts up to 9 are posted! Love y'all! :) -Kaylin

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mothra-mcyt · 4 years ago

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☾ MCYT's reaction to a gen z reader ☽

!Warnings: mentions of self deprecating jokes!

》 Dream 《

That guy loves your chaotic energy and always pranks other people with you

Would definitely laugh along with your depressing jokes but after a while would get concerned and ask if you're okay

Immediately puts you into the Dream SMP thinking you're gonna be a good character always on his side

Then you end up just end up annoying him (especially when he's in prison) so he threatens you

You can't keep yourself together and just end up having a laugh flash

You once definitely called him a chad for watching football and a boomer which lead to him getting very defensive

》 George 《

Would honestly just end up annoying and pranking Dream with you

You would definitely call him a bottom on multiple occasions. At one point he just accepts it

Gets very concerned at your jokes

You guys definitely make weird tiktoks together

Will just go along with it when you start ranting about how capitalism is the source of all evil

He will also be a victim of your pranks and he can't do anything about it

》 Sapnap 《

Would definitely make jokes about committing arson with you (sometimes he doesn't know if you're joking or being serious about committing arson)

You two are dnf biggest shippers and no i don't take any criticism

When he finds out how touch starved you are he will definitely ask if you two ca platonically cuddle together

You would also be his biggest enemy though always saying how you're going to fight him when you meet him

Will ask you if you have eaten and how much to make sure you eat enough

Definitely anime marathons on discord together when you both can't sleep

》 Badboyhalo 《

This man would be so concerned

Even if you don't swear he still wants to say language at all the self deprecating things you say

You tell him that you don't care that he has a gun and knows how to throw knifes to which he asks why because people should definitely be afraid of that in his opinion

When you tell him that you don't care if you die he gets so much more concerned

Would be the parent who always stops you from doing stupid and dangerous shit 24/7

You definitely called him a boomer once when he said "Language"

》 Awesamdude 《

That man is taking care of you and making sure you’re okay 24/7

After you told him that you haven’t slept in 2 days with you’re reasoning being “Why not” he always makes sure that you get at least 8 hours of sleep per day

Honestly just dad energy

We know that literally half of gen z have daddy issues and when he finds out you didn’t have a good father figure growing up he’s like “I’m your dad now.”

“Have you drank water today?” “Does energy drink/iced coffee count as-” “No they don’t count as water. Go get a glass of water right now.”

At first he wanted to stop you from saying self deprecating jokes but after a while he just gave up.

》 Tommyinnit 《 (platonic)

Chaotic energy²

When the two of you have a plan no one will be able to stop you even harder if Tubbo is with you guys

Honestly just laughs about your self deprecating jokes and says “same”

The two of you have never respected authorities in your entire life and you two will not start

As soon as someone talks shit about the other person hell breaks loose and their ego will get completely destroyed

When role playing on the Dream SMP you guys will definitely just laugh at Dream trying to be threatening

》 Tubbo 《 (platonic)

Depressing jokes. 24/7.You know it’s true. (The people around you will be so concerned for the two of you oh god)

We know very well that Tubbo is not innocent and flirts (makes sex jokes) as a joke with other people his age so he would definitely do that with you if you’re comfortable

The two of you will definitely stay up til the middle of the night playing games (chess, csgo, minecraft etc.)

Whenever someone (probably an authority) is trying to get you guys to do something both of you are just like: No <3

》 Fundy 《

Honestly he completely relates to you

The being touch starved, the loneliness

Difference is he is not used to people joking about those topics to cope

So he's very concerned

"Y/N this is really relatable but are you okay?"

Streams with you two sometimes just end as therapy sessions and both of you desperately need it

He always drags you along to prank people and when the person gets mad he blames it on you and just leaves

》 Wilbur 《

Big brother energy

You are now his little sibling and you cannot stop him

Will definitely cause much chaos with you (poor Philza trying to keep you two under control)

When you two do dangerous stuff he's the one making sure you don't hurt yourself

Whenever someone is mean to you he will definitely destroy them

Will make sure you get enough sleep and will keep you company when you can't sleep

He absolutely loves that you don't give a shit if someone is an authority or not

》 Schlatt 《

He absolutely hates how you not give a shit about what he says to you and how you just roast him

His humor is already broken so he's probably laugh at your jokes and while trying to stop himself from laughing he'll ask if you're okay

Honestly he's just confused on how you're still alive with not taking care of yourself and always getting yourself into dangerous situations

You definitely called him a boomer once

You guys would probably make political jokes constantly

》 Technoblade 《

Anarchy. Lots of it.

Both of you have just random conversation where you start talking about the things you're obsessed with

Both of you are probably gonna have a short attention spam leading to a lot of funny situations

Absolutely loves how you don't give a shit about authorities

Being awkward together in social situations but standing up for eachother

I can just imagine you with the "He asked for no pickles" meme while he doesn't know what to say

》 Philza 《

He is your dad now and he doesn't care if you want him to be.

(He honestly already kinda expected your father figure to be shitty because he knows his audience)

Oh lord when he finds out how you're not able to take care of yourself

When meeting you irl will actually sit down with you and have a talk about you not taking care of yourself

You: "Sometimes i'll just sleep for 14 hours and then i won't sleep for 3 days."

Phil: "...I will punt you into the sun when i meet you irl you idiot."

I could honestly write so much more about Philza basically adopting a young reader

》 Ranboo 《 (platonic)

Constant sassyness

Gen Z x 2

You two would understand eachother so well

Constant zoomer slang and no one except Tubbo and Tommy will be able to understand it

Both of your humor is just so broken and it's so concerning to everyone

Someone is being like "You will do as i say" and you two are just like "No i don't think i will"

Tiktok references. Constantly.

Sending eachother tiktok's about the other's character

》 Eret 《

You two would be good friends honestly

Eret would probably bring out the wholesome part of your personality

Also sending eachother tiktok's and making tiktok references

Arson. Lots of arson. Fire pog.

You will bring out their chaotic side

She loves how you just not give a shit about authorities

Will also make sure that you drink enough water and take care of yourself

》 Quackity 《

He's more random chaos and you're more dangerous and destructive chaos and somehow that works together really well

Definitely invites you to Jack Box streams because you just bring such funny energy into it and chat absolutely loves you

Is very concerned tho when you make self deprecating jokes and when he hears you say one he just looks completely shocked

Completely freaks out whenever you roast someone who's being a bitch (you can just hear the "Where are the askers" playing in the background)

Very dramatic energy from the both of you

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p0orbaby · 3 years ago

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How Do You Plead?

Summary - Two conversations, one decision.

Warnings - More angst, alcohol, language

Authors note - Part 2 of One Too Many

Word count - 2.3k

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It was already dark when you arrived at Tony’s. You’d driven around the city for hours trying to calm yourself down. It obviously didn’t work because you were knocking on the front door of the Stark residence in hopes of finding someone to rationalise what you were feeling.

Moments later you heard shuffling coming from behind the wooden door and the click of several locks before the door swung open, revealing a disheveled Tony.

“Y/N, what on Earth are you doing? It’s the middle of the damn night”

“I need to talk to you. Any time, any place, remember?”

“Has this got something to do with Wanda ringing me for the past several hours? Because if it does I don’t think being here is the best option when you obviously have a frantic wife waiting for you at home”

“Please Tony, can I come in, it’s serious”

Your desperate tone had him relenting and opening the door wider so you could go inside.

Having been there many times in the past, you knew where he kept the liquor, so you made a beeline for it, grabbing a bottle of the strongest thing you could find.

“Ah, what are you doing? Nope Y/N put that down, that’s a vintage”

Ignoring him, you twisted the cap and took a sip straight out of the bottle, not even bothering with a glass.

“Right well okay, you now owe me a couple thousand dollars, so whatever’s going on, it better be worth it”

You relished the feeling of the alcohol slowly working it’s way into your bloodstream. The burn was a sweet relief from the building panic you were currently fighting.

Finally putting the bottle on the nearest surface, you slumped into a chair, head in hands and let out a long sigh.

“Are you going to tell me what the matter is? Or are you just going to drink yourself to death before I have any indication of what’s going on?”

“We had a hospital appointment today, a scan actually”

“There’s nothing wrong with anything, is there? Wanda and the baby are fine right?”

“Everything and everyone is how it should be” you replied, mirroring the words Wanda said to you earlier that day.

“Oh good, you had me worried that something bad had happened for a second there”

All you could do was let out a small chuckle. Bad was an understatement in your opinion. This was a situation you hadn’t planned for, hadn't expected and definitely didn’t want. So if it wasn’t bad, then what was it?

“It was such good news, I saw my life flash before my eyes and it was filled with double the tantrums, double the diapers and half the amount of sleep I was planning on getting, which wasn’t a lot to start off with”

Tony was a smart man, very smart to be exact. That’s why it was so comical that he was sat staring at you with a blank look on his face, trying and failing to comprehend what you had just said.

“Twins, Tony. We’re having twins”

There it was, the lightbulb moment you were waiting for. His eyes widened and a large smile covered his face as he stood and patted you on the shoulder.

“Oh wow, congratulations Y/N, that’s amazing news!”

“Is it? Is it actually? You know just think about it, one kid I got my head around. Took a while. But two? Nope I can’t do it. Two at the same time, fuck that”

“Hmm, I see the dilemma”

“God, I’m so glad you agree, Jesus I thought you were gonna rip me a new one”

“I mean the dilemma you’ve created for yourself after you’ve run away from your pregnant wife. I get it you’re scared but running off and hiding isn’t going to help matters”

“Well what do you expect me to do, huh Tony?” You stood, now pacing around the room throwing your hand in the air as you talked. “Lie to her and tell her how happy I am. Pretend this is all I wanted and more?”

“Yes, precisely that”

“And that would make it better how? I’d be living a lie. She wouldn’t want that”

“But you storming off and leaving her all alone was a better decision? Even you’re not stupid enough to believe that”

“If all you’re going to do is argue with me about this then I’m leaving” you stated matter of factly as you headed towards the door.

“No, fuck, Y/N wait, you can’t drive now, you can stay here for the night”

“What, so you can just judge me in the morning as well?”

Tony ran his hand across his face. Either to stop himself from getting frustrated with you, or because he was trying to keep himself awake. Either way he took a long sigh and ushered you back through to the lounge.

He sat next to you on the couch this time, but not before he poured you a small glass of whisky.

“Right, I know you’re upset about this but you have to listen”

You scoffed at him and took a sip of your drink.

“No, I mean it. You’re going to listen to what I have to say. You’re going to sleep off this pissy mood. And then tomorrow morning you’re going to go home, to your pregnant wife, and apologise like it’s the last thing you’ll ever do. Got it?”

All you could do was sit and stare at the glass in your hands. You felt like a child being scolded by a parent.

“I’m probably not the best person to talk to you about this stuff. But that also makes me the person who understands it the most. You remember how I was right? Before pepper?”

You nodded, who could forget. The big headed party animal with too much money to spend and too many women to choose from.

“Pepper put up with a lot. Too much. And I didn’t make her life any easier when we found out when we were pregnant either. I was terrified. Me, a father? Who would’ve thought it? But then when Morgan was born, everything changed. I wasn’t just responsible for myself anymore. I had a baby to protect”

“But that’s the thing, I don’t want to have to be responsible. What if I fuck up and I mess them both up beyond repair? What if they hate me and push me to the sidelines?”

“That’s not going to happen”

“But how could you possibly know that?”

“Because I thought the same things. Look, I’m not going to tell you it’s going to be all rainbows and daisies, because it isn’t. But unfortunately you’re the only one that can come to terms with that, no one else can do that for you”

“Well that’s great, just what I needed, to be told I’ve got to do this alone, thanks Tone”

“For God's sake Y/N, stop putting words in my mouth. If you really think you’re alone in this then why did you come here? Who's been at home worrying about you? Because if that’s alone then I don’t know what to tell you”

It wasn’t often you felt sorry for yourself. For the most part you were quite a resilient person. But this was a situation you can’t see yourself ever getting excited about.

“The guest room is already made up, so you can stay in there. Don’t drink that whole bottle because I doubt Wanda wants a bill sent to her door with the stuff you’ve put her through already”

He stood and made his way to the door of the lounge, but before he left the room he turned, looking at you with a sympathetic smile.

“I’m not going to stand here and tell you what you did was okay, because it wasn’t. You can’t run from this, but it’s not a crime to take a little time to get your head around it all. If anything, do it for Wanda, she needs you more than she lets on”

And with that he was gone. The room was now silent apart from the thoughts that were swirling around in your head.

You laid awake most of the night dreading going home. You couldn’t face Wanda. You were ashamed that you ran, embarrassed with your reaction to the news. But you still couldn’t bring yourself to come to terms with everything just yet.

Like Tony said, it could take some time.

You left the house before anyone rose for the morning. Not wanting to be subject to the ridicule of Pepper as well as Tony. You weren’t in the mood to be lectured again.

It wasn’t until an hour later you got home. Deciding to take another drive to talk yourself into going back.

Finally pulling into the driveway, a cold chill ran through your body. Normally this place brought you so much joy and comfort, but right now it felt like you were about to walk into the principal's office.

Stepping out of the car on shaky legs, you walked tepidly to the front door. It was now or never. Taking a deep breath, you unlocked the door and took a step inside. It was eerily quiet. You almost thought Wanda had gone out. But then you heard clattering coming from the kitchen.

There was a brief moment where you thought about heading straight upstairs and not bothering facing your problems, but you couldn’t do that to Wanda for the second day in a row. So you made your way through to the kitchen.

You found her with her back facing you, washing dishes at the sink. She must not have heard you come in, so in an attempt not to startle her you placed your keys on the kitchen island with a soft jangle.

She turned at the noise, finding your gaze as soon as she did. Her eyes were red rimmed and puffy. Dark circles had found their place around them. It was obvious she hadn’t slept. It made you curse to yourself that you had done this to her.

“I didn’t hear you come in,” she finally said, turning back to what she was doing.

“I didn’t want to scare you so I tried not to be loud”. It wasn’t a complete lie. “Do you want any help?”

“It’s fine, go up to bed, you look tired”

“So do you”

“Well I wonder why that is”

Her tone was curt. One she didn’t use often. Reserved for only the most serious of instances.

“Wanda I-“

“I don’t want to hear it. Not right now at least. Just, please, go to bed, I’ll wake you later when dinner is ready”

Wanda was right, you were tired. She had to result in shaking you with quite a force so you would wake. You’d been asleep for twelve whole hours. It was definitely needed.

The table was set as normal and she’d placed everything in their usual spots. The only thing different was the obvious tension that was floating around the room. Ready to be sliced by whoever was willing to talk first.

The silence didn’t last long, Wanda was never one to beat around the bush.

“Have a good time at Tony’s last night?”

“I wouldn’t say fun, but helpful I guess”

“Want to share this helpful information? Or was it for your ears only?”

“Just some stuff about becoming a parent is all”. You tried to keep your answers as vague as possible. Not wanting to hurt her further by letting her know about your outburst last night.

“Right, because that’s not what I’ve been told”

“I'm sorry?”

“According to Nat, Tony said you didn’t want to be a parent”

Damn you Tony.

“Well, they’re lying”

“So you do want to be a parent then”

“Wanda, can we talk-“

“Answer the fucking question”

You dropped your cutlery with a clank and closed your eyes. This was what you wanted to avoid. More arguments. More shouting.

“I'm scared,” you said quietly, keeping your head in your hands as you leant against the table.

“What, and you think I’m not? I’ll have you know I am scared Y/N. I’m fucking terrified. But I can’t just run off when I feel like it. I'm the one that's going to have to deal with this. More than you”

You didn’t know what to say. Of course you were selfish enough to not even think about Wanda in this situation. Other than the fact you’d left her when she needed you. But it’s her body that’s going to go through drastic changes. How she can’t just up and leave any time she gets tired of it all.

“You need to make a decision” her voice cut through your thoughts. “I want you to stay, I need to be here. But I’m not going to raise these children with someone who doesn’t want to be involved. So you need to choose whether you want to stay with me. Us. Or whether you’re going to leave”

“You. It’s always you” you rushed out. The decision was easy. Never did you think you’d have an ultimatum like this.

She let out an audible sigh at your answer. The fact that she was so relieved with what you said just proved that she thought there was a slim chance you'd end everything and leave her for good. That made your heart hurt more than you thought possible.

“And the babies? Is there any part of you that wants to stay for them?”

“It’s going to take time. But I’m willing to try, for you”

Just as it seemed like the conversation was over for now, Wanda cleared her throat to indicate she was about to say something else”

“One other thing. If you’re going to stay, I want you to go back to therapy”

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falontia · 3 years ago

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<<Part 1: here

(Rewritten.)

Where'd our captain go?

[Summary: You get transported into another universe where mark and mack are there and they both have a huge crush on you]

(Pairings: Mark x reader, Mack x reader, Wliford x reader if u squint hard enough.)

{Setting: ISWM part 1, but with mack...and a special guest.}

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The captain was nowhere to be seen today, which was weird because they've always been around the ship checking on minor problems that have happened. This immediately set off an alarm in the two head engineer's heads (ironic..) as they started looking for the captian together, having short lived fights along the way, only stopping because they didnt find the captain in the room.

The whole crew also thought about this, it was weird and unsettling as the halls were now quiet without the captain praising every accomplishment they made. Everyone was uncomfortable and just wanted the captian back.

"In some other universe..."

The captain looked around the decorated room with confusion. First their portable wormhole device doesn't work and now it sucks them into a wormhole in the middle of their comfortable sleep? The captain wasn't even surprised at the fact that wilford was the one who set up the room, yet they were angry at him. "Why did you do that?.." the Captain sleepily asked the energetic man-- who was quite the opposite of what the captain was right now. "Because! Our meeting is now!" Wilford said happily.

"But I thought it wasn-" The captain was about to make a point before they got cut off by a finger to the mouth and wilford quickly making shush noise. They gave in as they were still sleepy, sitting on the couch that seemingly just appeared there. "I did want to say. What's with...those two other people you've been with?," Wilford asked about Mark and Mack, well the captain thought he was asking about them and they were right.

"There's nothing special between us. We are friends." They stated with a serious tone, they were in a bad mood, they did just get sucked by a wormhole into a room which made them dizzy as hell.

Wilford laughed like one of those silly villian side-kicks and quickly pulled out a notebook. Ofcourse he took the captain's words for granted and quickly crossed out a doodle he made of both of the men, then he proceeded to put a heart next to a doodle of the captain and him.

A portal appeared the second he pulled his head up to look at you. Wilford took a knife out of his pocket that the Captain swore wasn't there before. Wilford went to stab the portal but the captain stopped him before he could. "Wilford I am very tired of both your shit and just generally so let me go home," captain groaned. Wilford just rolled his eyes playfully and booped the captain's nose. "You better visit!" Wilford stated. The captain nodded lazily and jumped into the wormhole.

Oh wilford was gonna miss the captain yes, but Mack and Mark were probably having a heart attack.

"In your universe...."

Oh Mark and Mack WERE having heart attacks. They convinced themselves their captain just went outside to check something (with the space suit on) but it has been 35 minutes and that is way too long for someone to be outside in space. Especially if it's the captain.

The captain got 'softly' thrown on the ground (if that even exists) of the air lock with their space suit on. Weird, they recalled being in the storage room sleeping peacefully. (Plot...) The captain excited the air lock their head engineers looking like hurt puppies. Mark immediately hugged their side while also asking why they were gone for so long, while Mack just stared at them longingly. The captain knew both of them had crushes on them yes, but they did want to mess with both of them for a bit. It wouldn't hurt much. They quickly grabbed Mack's arm, making him grab their shoulder and arm for support.

The captain repeatedly petted Mark on the head because...who wouldn't, making him all flustered but he still held dear on to his captian. Mack was even more red than Mark. He kept telling himself he had an image to uphold around the crew and colonists but the crew wasn't here anyways so who's to say how he should act?

As the touch-starves man he is, he leaned in to the captain's touch and all of his stress immediately went away. It was like peace after the storm.

And it was worth it.

#iswm #in space with markiplier #iswm captain #iswm x reader #markiplier egos #iswm mark #markiplier #in space with mackplier #mackplier egos...???#idk i'm just trynna match the tags XD #iswm mack #mackplier

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just-jordie-things · 3 years ago

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A Lover And A Fighter - Richie Tozier

word count: 3122 warnings: swearing, sight sexual harassment summary: Richie promised (y/n) that he wouldn’t get into fights anymore, but sometimes he just can’t help himself. Especially when it comes to protecting her.

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It was an understatement to say that Richie was protective of you. The boy was downright insane about it. Everyone in Derry knew not to fuck with (y/n), not unless they wanted Richie Tozier tracking them down and beating them half to death.

You’d given him a talk numerous times. But not once did they work, it always went in one ear and out the other..

He’d beaten up three ex boyfriends, a couple guys that looked at you the wrong way, and Greta Keene. He was proud of that amount.

But he’d promised that he would try his best not to act out on your behalf anymore. And you made him pinky promise. That’s a big deal. And he didn’t want to break your trust or your promise.

However… once he walked past Henry Bowers and his dumbass friends, and heard your name being mentioned, he couldn’t stop himself from getting involved.

“What was that?” He spoke before he could think things through.

The boys turned to him, each bearing a scowl that wasn’t out of character.

“I said, (y/n’s) not fucking worth it,” Henry practically growled out. “Now why don’t you fuck off, Tozier?”

“Your damn fucking right it’s not worth it,” Richie spat back, turning away, doing the right thing. “I’d break your goddamn nose” He muttered under his breath.

“It’s not worth it to try and get in her pants,” Henry called out before Richie could walk far enough away.

He stopped in his tracks.

“Cause she’s such a slut anyways, it’s not a real victory to fuck-”

Richie had never whipped around so fast. And with the punch he delivered went all common sense, and all the promises and reassurances he’d given you to prove he was going to ‘mature’ as you’d begged him to do. ___

“Hey, Richie,” You held your phone between your ear and shoulder as you painted your toes. “This is like, my fifth message… so… call me back, I guess. Okay, bye”

You sighed as you set the phone back on it’s holster. Richie wasn’t the type of guy to stand you up, especially on taco tuesday. And even if something came up, he always always, called. But now he couldn’t even bother to return one of your calls, leaving you to assume that he was upset with you for some reason, and therefore ignoring you.

You weren’t sure what you did, and at this point, you also weren’t sure that he was going to tell you either.

When Richie didn’t want to talk to someone, he was the damn best at avoiding them.

But he’d never given you the cold shoulder. And there was a time that you’d thought he never would. Richie was your best friend, you trusted and confided in him more than anyone else, even the other Losers. And in the last seven years of being his best friend, he’d never treated you this way. In fact, he always treated you amazingly, like a princess, it was very surprising actually, the way he cared about you.

It was that care that always led him to picking fights where he shouldn’t be, though. It started with your ex boyfriend. He broke up with you once a ‘better, prettier’ girl showed interest (his words), and the next thing you knew, Richie was throwing him against the lockers.

When your next boyfriend straight up cheated on you, Richie took care of him too.

He broke the third one’s nose.

And then there was the Greta Keene incident… Beverly may have let it slip that Greta had been writing nasty rumors about you in the girls bathrooms. And Richie declared that he didn’t have a problem beating up a girl if it was justified (and if that girl had man arms). That was when you drew the line, and made Richie swear to try and control his anger. And he pinkie promised to work on it, and that he wouldn’t get into any more fights over you.

You weren’t sure why he got so enraged over these things. It was just drama, and you found it pointless that he tried to bring you justice, since he was so reckless about it.

It was getting late, and you knew that Richie wasn’t going to return your calls. So you finished painting your toenails blue, and decided to spend the night in your room, reading, alone.

Even though you should have been eating a bunch of tacos and gossiping with Richie.

Just as you got situated in bed, and had turned off the overhead light in exchange for the soft glow of your lamp on the bedside table, there was a knock on the window.

When you glanced over, you could tell it was Richie by his silhouette, and you frowned slightly.

Nonetheless, you got up and unlocked the window, before sliding it open.

“Where the hell have you been?” You asked.

He could tell that you couldn’t see his face very well.

“Busy, you gonna let me in?” He grinned.

“Richie, it’s-” You glanced over your shoulder to the alarm clock on your table, before glaring back at him. “-midnight. Are you kidding me? Did I do something to piss you off?”

“What? (y/n/n), no-”

“Then how come you were dodging all my calls? And you’re seven hours late?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest..

Richie crawled in through the window, even though you hadn’t invited him in yet. But he figured it was only a matter of time before you cave anyways.

Your distressed face disappeared as you caught sight of him now that he was in the light. His left eye was bruising, and so was his right cheekbone. Along with a split lip and a bloody nose, it was clear what had happened.

“Oh, Richie…” You mumbled, hand reaching up to cover your mouth as your eyes widened at the sight of him. “Tell me you didn’t-”

“Look it’s not what you think-” Richie tried to protest.

“Don’t give me that shit”

He knew he fucked up, because you weren’t yelling. Your voice was soft, and low. You were heartbroken.

He stared down at the ground, too anxious to look at you anymore. Not when you looked so disappointed in him.

“You promised- you-you pinky promised me-”

“I know-! I know and I’m sorry, really, I’m really fucking sorry” He told you, desperately hoping that you’d forgive him.

You shook your head at him, and gestured for him to sit before you left the room. Richie was the most frustratingly complicated person that you knew, and it drove you insane. Why he couldn’t just walk away and not beat the shit out of people… you weren’t sure. But it really hurt you that he didn’t even seem to try, and he broke his promise.

Richie was sitting on the side of your bed when you came back into the room. He chuckled as he eyed the first aid kit in your hands, the same one that you’ve used the last four or five times you dealt with the aftermath of his episodes of rages.

“You don’t have t-”

“Yes I do” You cut him off and unpacked what you’d need.

You were upset, you were fuming, actually. It angered you that Richie broke his promise, not even a month after making it. That promise was important to you, because he was important to you. And now here he was, waiting to be fixed up by you once again after he so stupidly, so recklessly got himself beaten to a pulp.

But no matter how angry you were, you remained silent. Dabbing at the excess blood under his nose, which at least wasn’t bleeding anymore. And when you were finished with his cheek, you moved on to rubbing cream over the bruise on his cheek. Richie’s eyes fell shut as he sighed in relief at the feeling of the cool lotion, and your gentle fingers.

He knew your silence wasn’t a good thing. In fact, it was the worst thing. It meant he messed up beyond redemption. And he’d never fucked up that bad before. Sure, he’d pissed you off and frustrated you on the daily, but that was just the hallmark of his friendship, and it was never anything serious. Just when he dragged you out in the middle of the night for slushies, or got you in trouble in class because he was running his mouth. He’d never made you this genuinely upset before.

“(y/n)-”

“Save it” You muttered before he could even start with the apologies.

That was another hallmark of his friendship. You knew what came next. The apologies, the excuses, the begging for your forgiveness, followed by a playful ‘you know you love me, you need me’ and puppy dog eyes that you couldn’t refuse. Except tonight, you might just be able to.

He took you by surprise when he didn’t protest, and snapped his mouth shut. Your eyes met his for a moment, before you started applying a smaller amount of lotion on the bruise surrounding his eye. It was going to look a lot worse in the morning, but this would help with the pain now.

You hated that your heart ached for him right now. You hated that you wanted to cry and hold him and make him feel better. Because you were so fucking mad-

“I don’t understand,” The words suddenly spilled out of your mouth, as if your mind just couldn’t take them swimming around in your head anymore. “I just- I- I don’t fucking get it”

He nodded, ducking his head down, only for you to lift it back up by his chin and continue with the lotion.

“I care about you, dumbass, and all I asked, which I thought was simple, all I asked was for you to stop with the fighting-”

“I know” He mumbled back.

You stared at him skeptically, wondering if he really did know, or if he’d show up again in a few weeks with the same battered face and guilty look in his eyes. Richie didn’t look back at you. He couldn’t.

“Who?” You asked, trying to soften your voice so he wouldn’t whither away from you like he was doing right now.

“You’re not gonna like it” Richie answered, fingers pinching at your bedsheets in an attempt to distract himself. From the pain that burned across his whole face, or from the intensity in your eyes, he wasn’t sure, but he needed the distraction.

He hadn’t had a smoke in months, but it sounded pretty damn good right now.

“Well, newsflash, I don’t like any of this,” You told him. “But I think I deserve to at least know what happened”

Of course you do, Richie hung his head in his hands. You deserve so, so much better.

You watched as he rubbed his palms over his eyes, and it took everything in your power not to take his hands and hold them in yours, to tell him it was okay and you forgave him.

“Bowers”

He muttered the single word without even looking at you. But he didn’t have to look at you to know exactly what you looked like in that moment. You probably had a dropped jaw and furrowed brows. Disappointment, disgust, anger, all displayed in one heartbreaking look.

“Richie…” You murmured without meaning to. “Why? Why would you-”

“I had to, okay?” He shot up suddenly. “I know that you hate it, and as soon as I swung I- I knew I fucked up, but I had to”

You wanted to argue it, argue that there’s always another option, that he can always walk away. But you bit your tongue. Something about the way he spoke told you that there was more to this than his stupidity.

“I’m sorry, (y/n/n), I am. But I… I don’t regret it”

Your heart sunk all the way down to your stomach. Richie had such a toll on your emotions and he didn’t even know it.

“Tell me what happened” You said quietly, and shifted closer to him.

You wanted him to know he had your undivided attention, and that he should have the chance to at least explain what happened. You pulled your leg up to rest on the mattress, and turned your body to face him.

Richie looked at you before looking back down at his hand, which was now fisted in your blankets.

“Richie,” You hummed, brows furrowing as you saw how reluctant he was to opening up. “Tell me” The words were so soft, it was almost inaudible.

You wondered what Henry could have done that Richie didn’t want to tell you about. He must have really outdone himself.

“He was just talking shit-”

“Richie,” You cut off his bullshit before he could even start. “Come on, the truth”

“It’s not-”

“I deserve to know, Tozier! Whatever it is, I don’t care, okay? Just tell me-”

“He said you weren’t worth sleeping with!”

Just like that, you’d gotten him to snap.

And you shut up instantly, shocked by the outburst. His words processed slowly in your head.

“He said it wasn’t worth trying because you’re- because you’re a slut, and it wasn’t fucking true!” Richie continued to yell. Not at you, he just couldn’t contain his own anger anymore.

And you thought you were pissed.

“Motherfucker had your name in his nasty fucking mouth and he was telling his buddies fucking lies and I couldn’t- fuck I couldn’t walk away. I should’ve fucking killed him”

You were staring at him, speechless. You should’ve known it was about you, Richie was always so fiercely protective of you. And Henry’s wouldn’t be the first nose that he’d broken protecting you. But this wasn’t like before. He’d beaten on your ex boyfriends after they broke your heart. Henry hadn’t said or done anything to you, he was just doing what boys do. (Make shit up because they think it makes them impressive when really they’re even shittier than they look)

“I didn’t mean to break your promise,” Richie huffed. His face was slightly flushed after his mini tantrum. His hands grabbed both of yours, holding them close to him. “I’m so sorry I put you through this again”

You were still silent, but he knew this wasn’t a bad silence. You were still processing, still trying to figure out how to forgive him while making sure this was the last time he crawls through your window looking like this.

“I hope you know that it came from a place of- of caring about you,” He added. “Caring about you too much, I guess” He mumbled as an afterthought.

Your stupid lovesick heart skipped a beat at the sweet words. Richie wasn’t one for words, at all, but he somehow managed to say the most loving things without even realizing it.

“I can’t promise it won’t happen again, that much is clear. And if Bowers says one more goddamn thing about your ass I’ll fucking string him up- I will- but I can promise I’ll try, okay? I will, I’ll really try”

He squeezed your hands a little bit, hoping you believed him, hoping you trusted him.

Your eyes flickered between his for a moment, and you could see in them that he was being sincere, and that he was broken up over hurting you.

“You…” He started to speak, but trailed off unsurely. “You deserve better” He finished.

His eyes flickered to yours for a brief moment, before he turned away.

You shake your head, before you let go of one of his hands, and took his chin between your thumb and index finger, turning him to look back at you.

“(y/n/n)-”

You cut him off when you leaned in and gently kissed him, trying to be mindful of his split lip.

Richie’s eyes remained focused on your closed ones, too stunned to close them, or really kiss her back.

He wanted to kick himself when you pulled away. He managed to miss his fucking chance because he was too slow to do anything about it.

Your eyes fluttered open in such a beautiful way Richie swore you were holding his heart in your perfect little hands.

His brows were furrowed like you’d confused him, and you absolutely had. He hadn’t expected you to kiss him.

“Why’d you do that?” He asked breathlessly, and your cheeks burned pink.

Your shoulders raised a bit in a shrug, and you had to bite your lip to keep from smiling too much.

“I just… wanted to” You whispered.

A smile twitched on the corner of Richie’s lips before his hand cupped your cheek, and he pulled you in again, so he could kiss you right this time.

Your lips were just as soft, if not softer, than he’d imagined they’d be. And he’d imagined countless times what they’d feel like. Daydreaming in class, before he fell asleep, and being right by your side for the last seven years.

Kissing you was bliss.

He did it again, taking your face in both of his hands and pulling you impossibly closer. He could feel your lips smiling against his own, and once again, his heart was beating out of his chest trying to get to yours.

“I’m in love with you, (y/n/n)” He murmured when you parted, and you laughed softly.

“That makes sense,” You replied, reaching a hand up to play with the curls on the back of his neck. “And… I love you too”

Richie gave you a sunshine smile, which you couldn’t help but return.

“I’m still upset, by the way,” You told him, still playing with the curls. “But only cause I’m tired of seeing you covered in bruises, okay?”

He nodded, and you leaned your cheek further against the palm of his hand.

“I promise to try” He said, and then raised his pinky.

You looked from his hand and then back to him, a slight glare in your eyes.

“Come on, just do it,” He urged, you rolled your eyes, but he was persistent. “Just link fuckin’ pinkies with me”

With a giggle you hooked your pinky with his, and held it for a moment.

“You want to go get tacos now?” He asked, and you grinned, nodding your head.

“You read my mind” You answered, and followed him back out the window.

It dawned on you that Richie was both your lover and your fighter. And he held those titles proudly.

As he took your hand and walked alongside you down the street, he decided there were no other title he’d want to be labeled, besides yours. ___

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caitimetravels · 3 years ago

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she's insignificant

chapter 10: where you've gone

the umbrella academy x (fem) reader

disclaimer: i do not own the plot/storyline of the netflix tv series and i do not own the umbrella academy characters.

warnings: none

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with a sigh, y/n stood. five was still writing away behind her on the walls non-stop. she didn't dare interrupt him, simply leaving. she would be back anyways. all she needed was a nice walk.

as she wandered down the street with no destination in mind she spaced out, eyes trained on her feet. suddenly someone knocked her shoulder and brought her back to reality. she raised her head, hoping they weren't someone looking to start a fight or argue with her.

"y/n?" instead she was met with allison. her technically older sister seemed frustrated.

"allison? are you okay?" y/n's eyebrows furrowed, looking up at the curly haired woman.

"yeah.. i think so" she frowned, "i'm worried about vanya. she won't listen to me but her boyfriend, whoever he is.. i think he's dangerous. i couldn't find anything about him-"

"you went searching for his records?" y/n pulled back in disbelief, "allison! you know vanya doesn't like-"

"i know, she already got angry with me" allison sighed, shaking her head.

"why would you do that?" y/n tilted her head up at her, eyes narrowing incredulously. "where are you even going?"

"well, i found his address. i was going to see if anything's weird.." she earned a disapproving look, "i can't just sit around and do nothing y/n! please, help me, for vanya?"

y/n's expression only darkened, "why are you trying to ruin one of the only good things in her life?! she deserves to be happy for once and im not going to help you take that away from her!" she begun to shout, freezing as she realised her powers were getting out of control in the middle of the street. "just.. leave them alone!"

she took off, hoping to get away, she needed to get away.

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as the sweet melody came to soft halt y/n smiled up at her sister. vanya donned a similar grin, placing her violin down and joining y/n on the floor, cross legged and leaning back against her bed.

"one day, you're going to be amazing, v" y/n mumbled quietly, looking like she was in a slight daze, "more amazing than you are now.. you're going to be a famous violinist, i can see it now. 'vanya hargreeves, the world's best violinist'"

vanya softly nudged her shoulder, shaking her head. "no way, the world? c'mon"

"i'm serious!" y/n was adamant, sitting up straighter to see her better, "you're gonna be so cool! and everyone here is going to see you and say 'damn, wish i had seen how awesome our sister was back then' and you're going to have lots of fans!"

vanya snorted, shyly brushing her long hair to the side, "yeah, right"

".. you won't forget me when you're famous, right?" y/n leaned back against the bed to avoid direct eye contact, her voice was much softer now. "don't forget me.. okay?" she nervously side eyed her sister, trying to gauge her reaction.

"i could never" vanya shook her head, leaning into the h/c haired girl. both of them shared small content grins.

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as she walked upstairs to five's room she heard a commotion, hopefully he hadn't gotten into a fight with one of their siblings again, right?

wrong.

"put her down" five snarled, holding a gun up to luther who held dolores' body out the window. y/n grinned at the sight, highly amused. who would have thought luther would ever threaten someone? well, y'know excluding their missions.. but five nonetheless? she leaned casually against the doorway, arms crossing and waiting for them to sort out whatever issue she walked in on.

"put the gun down, you're not killing anyone today. i know she's important to you so don't make me do this" luther paused, waiting to see what five would do. "it's either her or the gun.. you decide"

eventually five did decide that dolores was more important and dropped the gun before spacial jumping to catch dolores before she could fall. not that much damage would have occurred to the mannequin anyways, maybe a few scratches.

"i can keep doing this all day" luther spoke triumphantly, now holding the gun at his side. y/n snorted, catching their attention.

"you're such children" both glared at her in response, "c'mon, surely you have a better plan than whatever ended up in this-" she gestured vaguely between them, "squabble"

"we did not squabble" five hissed, placing dolores down and straightening his jacket. "but yes, i do have a one other plan"

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the three of them, five, luther and y/n, drove down an empty road before slowing to a stop. five unbuckled his seatbelt and sighed, looking around.

"you know, i never enjoyed it" he started and luther turned to him in confusion.

"what?"

"the killing. i mean i was- i was good at my work and i took pride in it but it never gave me pleasure" he took a deep breath, "i think it was all those years alone. solitude can do funny things to the mind"

"yeah well, you were gone for such a long time.. i only spent four years on the moon but that was more than enough. it's the being alone that breaks you" luther placed a hand on the briefcase, "you think they'll buy it?"

"well, what i do know is that they're desperate. it's like a cop losing his gun" he alluded, "if the commission finds out they'll be in deep shit, well not to mention that they'll be stuck here until they get it back"

"i should hold onto it" luther suggested, patting it with one hand.

"hm?" five's eyebrows furrowed,

"incase they make a move on you" he added to explain his point.

"okay, luther.. but be careful. i've lived a long life but.. you're still a young man, you've got your whole life ahead of you. don't waste it" y/n snorted and five turned to her, unamused.

"what?" they stared at each other for a moment before five shook his head, looking away with a small smile.

suddenly a car began to drive towards them and they all made to get out of the car. "here we go" five sighed again, he was doing that a lot, y/n realised.

the car continued to drive past them, stopping a few metres away.

"if this all goes sideways.. do me a favour and tell dolores i'm sorry" five turned to luther who nodded slowly.

as five walked away from them y/n leaned back against the car.

"i have a bad feeling about this" she nervously picked at her nails and luther frowned, looking over at her.

"why? what's wrong?"

"that.. i don't know yet" she looked down the road, "i just.. feel like something's off" she shook her head as five walked back, leaning next to her.

luther stepped forwards a bit, "what happens now?"

"now we wait"

barely a moment later they heard the music of an ice cream truck. y/n squinted against the sun and wind, trying to work out who it was. she took a moment to focus, sensing klaus, diego and ben. uh oh.

as the car got closer luther turned to five, "is that her?"

"luther, you idiot" y/n shook her head, "it's klaus and diego" right on time klaus waved to them as they passed.

the two assassins begun shooting, thinking it was a set up and y/n raised her arms to cover her head as luther stepped in front of her and five to block any shots.

suddenly time stopped.. well, only for five.

he frowned down at y/n next to him, the girl cowering in on herself. he felt bad for bringing her into something like this but she was very persistent.

he slowly stepped under luther's arm, looking at everyone frozen in slight confusion.

"neat trick, isn't it?" a feminine voice called out behind him and he turned to face the woman he had asked to see. the handler. she stared at him, pulling the veil over her face up and onto her hat instead before pulling her sunglasses off.

"hello, five" she smiled, "you look good.. all things considered" she softly gestured to all of him.

"it's good to see you again" he nodded back,

"feels like we met just yesterday, 'course you were a little bit older then" she teased, "congratulations on the age regression, by the way. very clever, threw us all off the scent"

"ah, well, i wish i could take credit" five shrugged, looking away. "i just miscalculated the time dilation of projections and.. well, you know, here i am" his gaze met hers once again, throwing his hands up before putting them back in his pockets, casually.

"you realise your efforts are futile" the handler shifted so that her briefcase was behind her, "so, why don't you tell me what you really want?"

"i want you to put a stop to it" five moved his own hands behind his back.

"you realise what you're asking for is next to impossible even for me" she shook her head, "what's meant to be is meant to be. that's our raison d'etre"

"yeah?" five smiled sarcastically, pulling a gun from his shorts "well how about survival as a raison?"

"i'll just be replaced, i am but a small cog in a machine" the handler waved it off, ignoring the gun pointing straight at her heart. "this fantasy you've been nurturing about summoning up your family to stop the apocalypse is just that.. a fantasy. i must say though, we'll quite impressed with your initiative, your stick-to-it-tiveness, really quite- quite something. which is why we want to offer you, a new position back at the commission, in management" the handler held a hand up, smiling like her offer was an obvious choice.

"sorry what's that now?" five scoffed as she stepped closer, hand tightening on the gun.

"come back to work for us again, you know it's where you belong"

"well, it didn't work out too well the last time" he glared up at her, not liking the persistence.

"oh but you wouldn't be in the correction department any longer, i'm talking about the home office, you'd have the best health and pension and an end to this ceaseless travel" she laughed freely, "you're a distinguished professional in.. school boy shorts. we have the technology to reverse the process. i mean you- you can't be happy like this" she slowly pushed his gun down, stepping ever closer.

"i'm not looking for happy" he spat through gritted teeth.

the handler only tilted her head, eyeing him carefully before raising a hand to stroke his cheek, "we're all looking for happy. we can make that happen, we can make you.. yourself again"

five huffed a laugh, gesturing to his siblings. "what about my family?"

"what about them?" the handler raised an eyebrow, acting like she didn't already know he intended to save them.

"i want them to survive"

the handler took in a deep breath, taking in the sight of luther protecting y/n who was still crouching against the car as well as diego and klaus who were in the middle of crashing the ice cream truck.

"all of them?"

"yes, all of them" he narrowed his eyes at her,

the handler gave him a small smirk, moving towards the recoiled girl. five watched carefully, waiting to see what she would do.

"it's such a shame.. she would have done well with us. if only we could take her too" she reached a hand out, about to touch her but five moved first, spacial jumping in front of her and grabbing her hand. he held her away from y/n.

"don't touch her" he snarled, unmoving from his protective stance.

"my my, five, i didn't expect such protectiveness from you" the handler merely smirked, stepping away. as they walked back she once again proposed her deal.

"well" the handler begun, reaching a hand into her pocket and pulling out her sunglasses before putting them back on her face. "i'll see what i can do from them.. do we have a deal?" she reached a hand out to him, awaiting his acceptance. he merely stared at her hand before sighing,

"one thing" five stepped back, putting his gun in his shorts again. he walked over to hazel's gun on the floor, taking out the ammunition and chucking it on one side of the road before chucking the rest of the gun to the other. he turned and walked back, noticing the bullet headed towards luther and y/n. he frowned, using his pointer finger and thumb to move it over so that it would hit the car instead of them.

as soon as he shook her outstretched hand they disappeared and time was restored.

y/n shivered, ignoring the bullet hitting the car next to her and the way her siblings scrambled around to get away quick. she allowed herself to be shoved into the car with klaus and diego, spaced out.

"you alright?" diego turned to her while klaus stuck the middle finger up at hazel and cha cha.

"i felt someone else.. it was only for a moment but i felt someone.." she spoke solemnly, staring at her shaking hands. "and then five just.. disappeared"

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cassthefrassreviews · 2 years ago

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Wednesday- Netflix Show Review (spoilers duh)

Alright, i watched the show. Did i like it? Eh!! Will i still participate in fandom? Yes!

Show rating: 3 stars??

Right off the bat you can tell the only good actor in this show is the main character. Jenna Ortega 100% did this role amazingly, and was my second favorite character (first being Thing ofc). Everyone elses acting ranged from mid to just straight up not good? Not to mention like jesus the cast either looks 12 or late 20s, is this highschool, middle school or college?? And dont get me started on the MAIN MALE LEADS ACTING??? Tyler played by Hunter Doohan, deadass sounds like a shitty anime dub protagonist. And by GOD did that get on my nerves. I will say either the acting is better or more tolerable by the end of the season but thats most likely due to the fact the screen time mainly shifts onto the main character Wednesday. Which im fine with.

I love Wednesday, i love her so much. She is so autistic coded, just like me for real. Jennas portrayal is amazing. Line delivery, body language, everything down to the tea for amazing it was.

The writing...... yeah the writing..... yeah no..... Its not great, it feels like they only focused on making Wednesdays lines good and give 0 shits about anyone else. Some moments are great i wont lie, but alot of the writing comes off as???? Eh??? And the actors definitely didnt help carry the writing. Maybe with a different cast, it wouldn't have been so hard to watch.

The show starts off with a very strong pallet of "how do you do, fellow kids?" and honestly has one of the worse hooks ive ever seen. Social media being shoved down are throats and a couple of ad placements throughout the first episode, i was expecting a full on "HEY BUY THE LATEST IPHONE, EAT SOME DORITOS AND SHOP AT OLD NAVY" type of ads like the Addison Rae movie. Like oooooooooooof, thankfully they tone that down, but its still very obvious in some scenes.

SPOILERS BELLOW

Shows like this always make me feel weird where they have "outcast" "normie" type stuff. And yeah it was.... ?????? Man idk lmao. This show did alot of stereotypes and ???? stuff?? throughout it, that was honestly very weird? Like for example Enid isnt able to transform into a werewolf, and her mom wants to send her to.... wait for it.... CONVERSION THERAPY??? Are we serious??? And its like this long awkward scene that felt like a coming out scene of her turning down conversion therapy, and her mom storming out and her dad saying how proud he is and he will always support her....... like deadasss???? AND THEN!!! SHE ENDS UP "WOLFING OUT" AT THE END ANYWAYS????? So like are you serious??? They dealt with it like it was a coming out thing and it was a puberty thing and alsoa disability, so that was icky!!!

A HUGE ICK IS IN THE ENDING???? We find out what a hyde is and all of a sudden Wednesday finds out that Tylers mom, oh my god, was a HYDE!!! So she confronts him and let me just quote this scene for yall"

Wednesday: "Her postpartum depression triggered her condition"

Tyler: "My mom has severe bipolar disorder."

Wednesday: "We both now thats a lie..... She was a Hyde"

LIKE DID WE REALLY???? DID WE REALY JUST COMPARE A SEVERE MOOD DISORDER TO A CREATURE???? IN THE SHOW A HYDE IS DESCRIBED AND "UNLEASHED" By this: "artists by nature, but equally vindictive in temperament.” He wrote: “Born of mutation, the Hyde lays dormant until unleashed by a traumatic event or unlocked through chemical inducement or hypnosis."

Like???? what we arent going to do is compare an already severely stigmatized disorder to a literal monster. That is so fucked up??? On so many levels????

There were a couple good moments in the show, and i did really like watching the friendship between Enid and Wednesday blossom. Any scene with Thing was good and also the scenes with Eugene were pretty adorable. I do enjoy the way she does investigate and the mystery aspect is semi solid. Her visions are also portrayed very well and i like them. The fight scenes i would say are pretty well choreographed.

Wednesday has alot of autistic / neurodivergent traits, along with alot of the other characters and that is very fun to watch. Because omg me? Very relatable! Does put the whole "outcast" "normie" thing in a weird perspective tho huh?

Anways would i watch it again? No

Will i watch the second season? Yeah probably!!

Do I recommend it? EH??? If you can get through the first two episode and look past the cringey/ unbearable acting, then yeah go ahead. Its only 8 episodes, i finished it in a day, so if you just want the show in the background or youre bored sure. Again there are some captivating scenes but honestly none that are very hooking to me.

Anyways thats my review !!!

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slytherinsnekxvii · 3 years ago

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let's talk about lily evans and the marauders, aka moony, wormtail, padfoot and prongs. given that i didn't use their actual names, i think you can figure out where this is going. it's also long as hell, so. canon vs fanon, marauder edition, except snek is sleep deprived.

now, before we begin, i don't dislike the marauders. or lily, tbh. if I'm being perfectly, genuinely honest, i still go back and forth sometimes but they've been growing on me for a while now. the canon versions, at least. fanon does them real dirty, and that's part of why i'm writing this, because i'm genuinely tired of it. it's an injustice.

you can at least make excuses for james and lily, who were so undeveloped that jkr practically dropped a fill-in-the-blank sheet of character information in our laps, but sirius, remus and peter were around long enough for y'all to get real acquainted with them.

in canon, sirius black is an unhinged mf. genuinely. this isn't to say he's a bad guy, in fact, we see that he's still capable of doing good things, still capable of love, still capable of all the things that prove he's actually not bad at heart, just,,, severely traumatised and very steeped in negativity from his time with the dementors. what i'm saying is that this man is absolutely, no questions asked, no holds barred demented, and how could he not be? the guy sat wrongfully imprisoned in azkaban for twelve years, a good portion of which he spent as a dog in order to protect himself from the dementors. he certainly wasn't completely insane, but you cannot tell me that he was all there. he got out of azkaban fuelled almost solely by the intent to get revenge on pettigrew, tried to commit murder in front of three witnesses who were also children—one of whom was his godson—ate rats and was also malnourished, which i'm certain did not help the situation any. this man is off his goddamn rocker, and you know what? you love to see it. good for him.

oh, but, snek, that's what he's like as an adult. what about when they were at school? before azkaban? my guy, the reaction he has to grimmauld place is not the reaction of someone without trauma. i don't believe that walburga and orion were the type to physically abuse their children, but whatever happened in that house helped to fuck him up enough that he skipped the joke of part of practical joke, and pranked snape by telling him how to meet a werewolf that he knew would be fully transformed and dangerous to humans. more than that, the werewolf was remus, whom he's friends with, and who—best case scenario—would be facing a trial if james hadn't stepped in. you can say that maybe he didn't think about or understand the gravitas of his actions, but at the end of it, that's not how properly sane people react to people they dislike, and that's not how they treat their friends. if anything, it reads like he was in the middle of a breakdown and absolutely losing his shit and he wasn't thinking at all.

my guy went through some serious shit, and was in no way completely mentally stable. we can see pretty clearly that he's got a serious dark side to him that probably would have gone unbridled had he not disagreed with his family, and yet, fanon took one look at him and went, "teehee, uwu bad boi go vroom."

fanon said padfoot is a pretty boy with nice hair who is tastefully traumatised from his horribly abusive household. sirius rides his motorcycle and plays jokes and flirts with anything that moves, but he can do no real wrong and always comes back to his soft, bookish, chocolate-loving boyfriend remus, who will laugh about his lycanthropy and quietly disapprove but secretly laugh at his friends' antics while hiding his smile in his cardigan.

respectfully, what in the absolute fuck.

i'd put that meme in here if i could, the one that's like, "well done, you've broken _______ down to its bare essentials," but no. i can't bc it doesn't even apply. this isn't a meme, it's theseus' fucking ship.

fanon broke it down, and replaced the pieces one by one until we got to this point, where we need to sit down and ask ourselves, "is this even the same character?"

the answer is no, by the way. it isn't. when people talk about woobifying characters—you know, taking away every flaw they have, romanticising everything they do and making them only capable of doing good, wonderful, lovely things?—this is what we mean.

and it'd be one thing if it was just the one character, but, no. fanon went all in and made them all squeaky clean and boring, especially peter, who draws the shortest of the straws.

remus got fucked, too. not just because fanon insists on sticking him into a relationship with sirius. which, we'll tackle wolfstar in a bit, but that's not even the worst of it. here, we have yet another example of blatant, rampant woobifying. again, is he a bad person? no. we know he's a good guy, we know he's generally kind and well-mannered, we know that he wants to fo the right thing but hey, fun fact. did you know that you can be nice and a coward? did you know that you can be benevolent and good and kindly and have the greatest of intentions and still be shady as fuck? no? ask dumbledore. the man played people like chess pieces when he needed to, and he was a twinkly grandpa. these are things that can coexist.

teenage remus is a coward who, understandably, does not stand up to his friends, likely for fear of being ostracised, and doesn't uphold his prefect duties as he should and takes part in their bullying of snape as a result. he lets them romp with him in werewolf form while they are in their animagus forms and then, he lets them continue to do so even after they have multiple close calls, which, again, had anything happened, would have resulted in a trial in the best case scenario.

grownup remus is still a coward, he tells no one that sirius can move about the school in his animagus form despite wholeheartedly believing that he's a mass murderer, he tries to run out on his wife and unborn kid. he isn't deliberately making attempts to harm anyone, but he's content to sit back and let things happen to him and around him so he doesn't rock the boat, although he is capable of action, which we see when he is more than willing to help sirius merk pettigrew in the shack. he can be careless, he runs out to the shack knowing he hasn't taken his wolfsbane and ends up transforming in front of the students he, as a teacher, is meant to be protecting. of course, this doesn't negate his good qualities, it just bears repeating that his flaws do exist, and they're pretty serious.

fanon moony is always pleasant and kind and soft-spoken and bookish, and he always has to have his chocolate. he knows when to tell off his friends, and he'll do it, even if he's secretly amused by everything they do and laughs about it with his best friend, lily evans, who coincidentally spends all her time with them so he and sirius can go on double dates with james and lily and no one has to remember peter exists.

why. theseus' ship 2.0. does the actual character still exist or is this something entirely different thing bearing the same name?

as for peter, who needs peter pettigrew, the actual, legitimate, fourth marauder when you have lily evans? canon pettigrew is opportunistic as fuck. he's latching himself to the biggest bad on the block and he's going all in. for teenage peter, that was james and sirius, and for adult peter, that's voldemort. canon peter is good enough at transfiguration to master the animagus transformation, just like his friends, and he's good enough at potions to brew the potion that gives voldemort a body. and honestly, you can't say he wasn't brave. he could've run off somewhere and died, or changed his identity or something after he faked his death and framed sirius, but, no. he goes and resurrects voldemort. that's fucked up, yeah, but it happened and honestly, i respect that it. he stuck to his guns.

fanon wormtail is lucky if he exists beyond being a spineless sycophant for james and sirius, or an evil conniving little rat who's looking to toss his entire friend group to the wolves at eleven.

of course, this isn't meant to negate his bad qualities, he still murdered people and framed sirius and sold out the potters to die, but his good characteristics do exist, and james, sirius and remus genuinely were his friends.

and now, we get to lily and james.

we have hardly any information on either of them. they're a pair of cardboard cutouts that we can paint and stick flyers to and colour outside the lines however we want. we can do whatever the fuck, as long lily is brave and smart and somewhat kind and james is brave and willing to die for his family. we were essentially handed a pair of ocs.

and yet.

what little bits of canon we have are thrown out of the window regardless.

james is privileged and rich, and he throws hexes for fun. he's willing to hex lily when she disagrees with him, and then, he goes behind her back to continue hexing snape after she believes that he's stopped doing so. and that's all we know about him until he dies for his family at twenty-one years old. once again, say it with me: this does not negate his good qualities. he definitely had them, he took sirius in when sirius ran away from home, he became an animagus to keep remus company as a wolf, and he saved snape in the shack, thereby saving remus and sirius by extension. him having flaws does not make him a bad person.

fanon prongs is a feminist. he fights for equal rights for women everywhere, and he constantly treats his girlfriend, lily, like an absolute queen. he's the hottest boy in school and everyone claps when he walks through the halls. mcgonagall and dumbledore are always patting him on the back and making jokes with him. he has a built-in dark detector that helps him sense when someone is a evil and needs to he punished.

give me a break. the dude's cool and all, but was the gary stu treatment necessary?

...oh, he needed to match fanon lily? right, right.

canon lily is a contradiction unto herself. she's supposedly a great friend, but since we see her at a point where they were already drifting apart, we see her putting little effort into keeping their friendship afloat. she victim blames based on rumours, she doesn't seem to care over much about what snape has to say about the people who have been tormenting him since day one. and she's justified, of course, she doesn't have to stick around. canon lily is a bit of hypocrite, she says that snape calls everyone of her birth mudblood, but then that begs the question why she still hangs around with him if that's the case. he calls her mudblood, she retaliates by calling him snivellus, and finishes up with a dig about his underwear, which, sure, it's kicking a man with a rusty spoon and pouring salt in the wound, but she's, again, justified. i get where she was coming from. and then, of course, she dies for her kid after marrying the guy who relentlessly bullied her quote-unquote best friend for their entire school careers. but, like i said, canon lily is, in many ways, a contradiction.

lily is basically a plot device. she pushes everyone's narrative but her own, and does little else.

of course, this trend would continue in fanon. fanon lily exists to be the perfect girl who gets really angry over the slightest injustice, and of course, she gets to be one half of one of the oldest enemies-to-lovers "it was just sexual tension" cliche pairings in the book. she's just,,, a mary sue. in so many fics, so many headcanons, she's just pettigrew's stand-in, a girl to form a gang with marlene, mary and dorcas—who happen to be more undeveloped ocs who also get the woobify mary sue treatment—to parallel the marauders. there is nothing compelling about her character when she's presented as a saint, and even less when she's supposedly the other moral compass for the marauders that doesn't actually work because she thinks that james is cute.

and this brings me to the next topic. jily. what, why, how. this was supposed to be a healthy, happy relationship that would have lasted in the long run? absolutely not. even for its time, i can't say that i see it lasting.

first of all, jkr presents james' crush on lily as just that: a crush. a mildly obsessive one, but a crush nonetheless, which she tries to liken to the pulling of pigtails. and then, we see that james' way of getting her to go out with him consists of blackmail, and when that doesn't work, he resorts to threatening her. this could have been set aside if he had actually, genuinely changed when they started spending more time together, but as we're told by sirius and remus, he didn't. he just got better at hiding what he was up to. and it has to be that he hid it, because if she knew, this further damages the character that she's set up to have and paints her out to be either unable to stand up to him or an enabler.

regardless, they get married. and while i have trouble believing that it was out of genuine love, there are scenarios that could make some semblance of sense. it's wartime, after all, and maybe lily is worried about her stability in the wizarding world, so why not marry into an established family whose son is already showing interest? or perhaps, she falls into the trap of every bad boy cliche ever, and she thinks to herself, well, i got him to be better then, maybe i can get him to do even better in the future. or maybe, she doesn't get into a relationship with him immediately and sees him on and off, until eventually, she accidentally gets pregnant and they scramble to have a shotgun wedding so as not to leave lily alone at nineteen with a baby. or maybe they marry each other because they're there and sure, neither of then is ready and they don't know what love even is but what else is there to do when there's a dark lord about? anyways, the point is, they get married.

and then what? if we count pottermore into canon, he goes on to further damage her relationship with petunia and vernon, to the point where she ends up crying. if we don't, she fades into the background enough that nobody has anything to say about her. she's harry's mum, she's james' wife, lily potter, she was kind and smart and brave and that's it. her agency is gone, anything else we have of her personality is gone.

jily just,,, wasn't built to last. and, yeah, this,,, this is a hill i'll die on.

same with wolfstar, honestly. there are so many reasons why it wouldn't work, but fanon has made it so fucking prevalent that it's literally everywhere no matter where you look.

first of all, i've said it before and i'll say it again. sirius is more likely to get with james that he is to ever end up in a relationship with remus. their chemistry is just,,, underdeveloped. net zero for a relationship.

secondly, sirius instigated the werewolf prank, and lupin would have paid the price for it. this could have been overlooked, but he doesn't seem the slightest bit guilty about any of it when it's brought up in poa. he could have been responsible for lupin losing the security of his place at hogwarts in the best case scenario, and in the worst case, his life. and he seems to look forward to full moons, even though they clearly aren't pleasant for remus, which,,, yeah, you're going to have fun, but like, maybe be concerned about the fact that your friend undergoes excruciating pain and it isn't a pleasant time for him? read the room, my g.

thirdly, they don't trust each other as much as fanon seems to think they do. they were both willing to believe each other the traitor before ever suspecting pettigrew. sirius thought remus gave away the potters, hell, he thought remus was a spy for voldemort, and remus was convinced that sirius was a mass murderer. neither of them needed to be convinced.

fourthly, maybe i'm reading too much into it, but like. sirius had money. remus had no money, since, yk, he was a werewolf and struggling for cash and still, sirius,,, did not leave him any money. i feel like if you had money to spare, you would give to your friend who is literally poor. but, again, maybe i'm reading too much into it and this isn't as valid a point as i think it is.

and ehh, the fifth reason is that it's,,, actually very much not the representation for the ltgbt community that fanon says it is but y'all aren't ready for that conversation.

anyways, just,,, even when you set the couple shit aside, the power dynamics between everyone here is fucked. like, james and sirius are clearly at the top of food chain calling the shots and egging each other on. then there's lily, who isn't even a marauder, but is always ever-so-slightly above remus but still not on their level, because, well. neither of them actually listen to her. remus is the novelty friend, the friend who's,,, alright, i guess, but you keep them around specifically because they're funny or they can dance or they have something that you can either show off to other people or keep as your little inside joke, your little secret, yk? and peter is just sort of there. like, yeah, he can do what we can but does that make him as good as we are? no. does he have a funny little something about him that we can exploit? nah. therefore he sits at the bottom. and like, yeah, james and sirius are on the same level, but james is yanking sirius' chain, not the other way around. anyways, like i said. power dynamic's fucked and it bothers me that we were given all of this, and fanon decided to take it all and throw it away so they could give us flamboyant!badboi!sirius black x softboi!motherhen!remus lupin going on double dates with feminist!trustfundbaby!james potter and saint!lily evans while ignoring peter pettiwho?

theseus' fucking ship, indeed.

anyways, this needed to be said. it might not make as much sense as i want it to, considering it's 4:12 in the morning as i'm posting this, after taking a break from writing to do some research and coming across way too much content about fanon marauders, but it's here and it still makes enough sense that you can read it and understand what i mean. and like, at the end of the day, you can go ahead and headcanon whatever you please, you can write fic and make art and do whatever you like, just,,, remember that they're exactly that. headcanons. stop presenting fanon as canon. please. i'm literally begging. we actually have evidence against it. just,,, acknowledge that they're headcanons and stop putting them forward as though they're able to fit into canon. please.

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