#she can't have ANYTHING for herself as a character and that angers me so much

[chernayavidua]

the creation of dottie and by extension the mcu's interpretation of the red room did not result in a more fleshed out background for natasha. it actually did the exact opposite and watered her down so much that people now (and since dottie was introduced tbfh) pass around her characterizations like charcuterie board. mcu natasha and whatever recent reconned version of her exists in comics got rid of her uniqueness and any traits she had from when she was first introduced and i will forever be pissed about this because she started out as a unique character that could be interpreted as a symbol of female liberation and empowerment, especially during the 60s/70s, she was a complex and interesting character but has since been turned into a 'copy paste female spy trope'

[deathbxnny]

hey I need you SO BAD to do like an arcane reaction where they’re drunk and what they do/say while it and btw I love your writing

What Arcane characters are like when drunk. | Vi, Caitlyn, Jinx, Ekko, Sevika x Gn!Reader

So this may have become a little too angsty for some of them, so uh... don't mind me-

Also, thank you so much! I'm glad you love my writing. It means a lot to me!<33

Content: Alcohol obviously, some potential heavy angst, Pit fighter Vi, established romantic relationships, some toxic behavior, this has been written by someone who has never drank a sip of alcohol in their life so I'm sorry if this is unrealistic, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns.

((Not fully proofread))

》VI

Her being drunk wasn't unusual, and in fact, it has become the norm for her at this point. It was the only way for her to numb the agony she was going through every day, and there was no stopping the cycle she was in. If she wasn't drunk, then she was fighting. But even the line that was drawn between those two states she was constantly in was becoming blurry and unintelligible. Things were getting out of hand, and so was her aggression towards everything that moved, anything that cared for her.

But at least you were still here with her, trying your best to keep her together and intact when she refused to be.

She can be cruel and unfocused whilst drunk, often either yelling or punching things to express her frustrations, and yet she never dared hurt you. You were the only light she had left, and she'd be damned if she snuffed you out, too. But this doesn't mean that she can control her words at times. She says things she regrets all the time, insults that cut deep or accusations that made no sense were common. Yet you stayed, you always stayed.

A part of her knows you deserve better, but until Jinx showed up, she refused to wane off the bottle that kept her even partially functioning daily. In a different life, she'd put the bottle down, however, and just finally hug you instead.

》CAITLYN

She doesn't drink much, and when she does, it's in strict moderation. She has a reputation to keep up and can't let her sharp senses falter at any time, especially once she becomes the commander of Piltover. But when it's just the two of you attempting to relax after an impossibly stressful day, the alcohol helps her relax and become more open with her troubles. Her grief had manifested into an uncontrollable force she shyed away from every speaking on, but in drunken moments like these, she'll allow herself to find melancholy in your arms, her flushed face pressed into your shoulder as she did so.

She may cry or laugh of the worries of the day, maybe break down from the guilt and frustrations, let the anger quell over but only still hesitantly even with her judgment clouded. This is a very rare state to see her in after the loss of her mother, and she trusts you to keep this vulnerable part of her safe and sound in your heart behind locked lips.

With that said, knowing how emotional she can get whilst drunk, she tries avoiding drinking too much during functions in case things get too much out of hand. She'd rather not make a fool of herself infront of everyone after all.

》JINX

She doesn't typically drink. But the few times she does with you at her side, she somehow becomes extremely calm and lazy. She'll practically lay in the chair she was sitting in, eyes squinting at a far away point on the wall, whilst she seemingly contemplates life. Most would think that the alcohol would enable her crazy tendencies even more, but alas, it simply turns her mostly docile.

I say mostly, as she usually mentally comes up with the craziest plans instead, all of which are questionably more unethical than the last. She'll eventually lose herself in those thoughts and become either unresponsive or mutter the silliest, incomprehensible things known to man. And there is certainly no in-between.

With that said, she will probably eventually snap out of it and begin rapidly speaking about all these thoughts to you without a single care in the world. Drunk Jinx is somehow less miserable and yet absolutely doesn't like the feeling of it afterward. Sure, it makes her mind stop thinking about her issues and past, but it still feels wrong, hence why it's rare to see her drunk.

Her terrible hangovers alone also cause her to stay away from alcohol in general. It's definitely not worth that pain to her.

》EKKO

Another person who doesn't drink often at all, albeit out of his responsibility as a leader. He has to be a good role model for everyone and only drinks when the occasion calls for it, like a festival or get together with friends and you. That's when he lets loose a little and allows himself to drink more than he probably should, resulting in a very clingy and loving Ekko.

His alcohol tolerance is embarrassingly low, and he always tells himself that he should know better than to down so many glasses at once... yet it's hard to keep count after about 2 and a half of them. Or so he'd say after he sobers up in the morning, much to your amusement. During the time he's fully hammered, though, he'll always have a hand in you and slur his words rather heavily, whilst he practically near proclaims his love for you for everyone to hear. This often results in you having to slap a hand over his mouth before he embarrasses himself further... which is somehow he hates.

He gets teased by the others all the time for it and glares when they mock his loving tone of voice that he only uses when he's in that impaired state with you. This alone makes him abstain from even a singular drop of alcohol... until the next festival roles around and he forgets to keep count again.

But hey, maybe he'll remember next time because you sure as hell won't remind him.

》SEVIKA

She drinks at bars all the time with you, although it's rare to see her ever get completely drunk. She has an extremely high tolerance to alcohol and it shows when there is barely a difference in her behavior. The only thing that may indicate something influencing her would be a slight slur in her voice and her being unwilling to get up or move around much at all. She'll just want to relax and play poker in peace, even if it starts getting hard to see the cards after a while.

Another way to tell that she may be getting drunk is by her sudden overprotectiveness. Sure, it was always there and never left, despite you being able to handle yourself alone. But when she's drunk, anyone that looks at you for too long in a way she doesn't like will either be punched in the face or yelled at to keep it moving.

She also definitely always denys being drunk or even tipsy when you ask her. Whether out of pride or stubbornness, you'll never know, but she will never admit to it. It doesn't matter if she denies it whilst being unable to walk straight either.

[bramblebeau]

Alright I told myself I wouldn't interact with fandom when s2 came out, and I haven't and don't plan to except to say this about people deciding Caitlyn is the Worst or that the writing is OOC.

As someone who has had a family member violently killed, I cannot stress how much it shakes up everything you thought you were and stood for. My beliefs in proportionate compassionate justice and the rights of all human beings are some of the strongest I have (stronger now because of the way that experience affected me personally), but they were pushed to the absolute limit when it came to an individual who had killed my loved one, showed no remorse, and laughed in our faces outside court, among other things.

People generally like to believe it wouldn't be them or their peace-loving family members being talked down from seriously considering violent revenge, consequences be damned. People like to believe they wouldn't lash out at people closest to them under that pressure, that they wouldn't build walls around the kindest and most sensitive parts of themselves because those parts are the ones feeling pain you never thought possible, that they wouldn't stalk the killer, make notes on all their family and friends, and fuck up their hands punching walls in anger wishing so badly it was flesh and bone because they can't handle the fact that there's no way to turn back time to stop it all from happening. People like to think they're "better" than that. But the reality is messy and painful as hell.

With Caitlyn, she has the added guilt of having actually had the opportunity to stop Jinx before she fired the rocket, but she hesitated just long enough for it to result in the deaths of her mother and other councillors and in the cities being plunged into chaos. Not only that, but the person close to her she's lashing out at is the person who caused her to hesitate, and just so happens to be the sister of the killer.

Furthermore, her behaviour is entirely in character. We have seen her set up as someone who becomes obsessed with achieving a goal and will do pretty much anything she wants to get there. In S1, we agreed with her methods because her goal was exposing and taking down Silco, and because it led to Vi being released. In S2, she's doing a similar thing but it's fuelled by fear and a type of pain she doesn't know how to deal with, rather than being fuelled by a need to prove herself and solve a case, and it leads to her making morally questionable decisions and to hurting Vi. She admits herself, albeit privately to Vi, that she does not know what she's doing and doesn't know how to fill this hole in her chest (and the hole in the city leadership). She has been sheltered from the real world for almost all her life, and as a result she has no experience of functioning or making decisions under this kind of pressure. The real world blew up in her face in the worst way and she was given power and a loaded rifle, and then shoved into an even more elevated position by a very experienced warlord who is manipulating the shit out of the whole situation.

I'm not saying that you have free rein to hurt people when you're grieving and facing extreme stress. (If you think that's what I'm saying then idk I'm not sure there's much hope for you in terms of critical thinking skills). What I'm saying is that Caitlyn is exhibiting pretty normal human behaviour that most people would be susceptible to in those circumstances, not the behaviour of someone who is some kind of heartless abusive bastard.

TLDR: Caitlyn is being written in a way that completely makes sense and is also not OOC, and if someone told me there would be no chance of them reacting in similar ways I simply would not believe them.

[fangsandfeels]

"Everyone gets along because there is a threat", yadda, yadda, yadda.

Bullshit. This is not how real scenarios work and it has never been.

russia is a global threat right now, but the world can't decide between sucking its dick and politely asking it to stop because the mere thought of confronting russia makes it shit its pants. The very few countries who scream into the void, warning about russia and telling people to wake the fuck up are ignored and viewed as crazy doomsayers.

This is how real crisis looks like. Nobody works together against a threat because people are spineless cowards who would rather throw their neighbors under the bus than fight. Nobody learned anything from history lessons, books or survivors.

The only difference in a fantasy game is that NPCs end up having more spine and moral principles than real people.

But in Veilguard, everyone gets along because they have NO reasons not to.

Davrin has no real reasons to beef (if you can call it that) with Lucanis because he is a Grey Warden. He knows where Grey Wardens take their conscripts from. He knows that Grey Wardens regularly recruit mages who are a lot more likely to get possessed if they're not careful. Working with an assassin who knows friend from foe isn't the worst thing ever. One subtle warning about taking action if demon takes over is enough.

Taash has no reasons to antagonize Emmrich aside from horrible writing.

Neve gets along with Bellara because writers gave Bellara a happy childhood with her family and turned Dalish artifacts into Apple store gadgets, while refusing giving Neve any nuance as the citizen of Tevinter.

Emmrich gets along with everyone because he is generally a kind and well-mannered person who doesn't like to stir the pot.

Any companion who could have had a sharp edge, got that edge ripped off and a cartoon band-aid slapped on.

Never doesn't deal with people who don't know about Shadow Dragons (and they probably shouldn't know much because when you work against a powerful government who wants to destroy you, you shouldn't show off), so she constantly has to deal with the fact that people assume she is a noble or a slave-owner because she is from Tevinter; that they don't know that she had to literally fight against being enslaved herself because in Tevinter mages who refuse to use their power to dominate others are turned into slaves as well.

Bellara isn't conflicted about working with humans, especially Tevinter humans at all. She seems to never have dealt with oppression her whole life and she is super quick to write off Cyrian as evil even though there are clear SIGNS that he was tricked and controlled by the Forgotten One. But no, she never thinks "He is still there, I can save him, I won't lose him again", she goes straight to "Oh nooo my brother is dead to me".

Emmrich doesn't get burdened by people reacting to him and his sincere intention to help with fear, because of all the sinister rumors revolving around necromancers and Nevarra. He isn't hurt by people assuming that he loves death and things dying. If even he openly admitted that he is deeply terrified of death, they wouldn't have believed him.

Harding isn't burdened by the revelation she learned and what to do with it. Should she storm her way to the Orzammar? Should she talk to fellow surface dwarves and reconnect them with their history? Should she never breach the subject because the truth hurts and it's too much pain, too much anger to live with - and maybe she shouldn't let other dwarves go through it?

We don't even have a party divided on what to do with Solas (kill or talk it out)? Even though it's logical to have companions who are convinced that Solas has to die and those who think that he is misguided and can be convinced to stop.

Also, there are NO companions whose background, viewpoints and attitude would rile other companions up. We have no controversial characters whose interactions with the crew Rook would have been forced to intervene in unless they want their team to start throwing hands with each other.

We could have had Imshael - to give EVERYONE a reason to worry, and argue, and have conflicts. We could have had an ex-Venatori Calpernia bashing heads with Neve, Bellara, and Emrich. We could have had a Qunari spy who'd make Lucanis' dagger-arm itch.

If writers didn't forget about the Architect, we could have had an intelligent Darkspawn companion Davrin could be losing his shit around.

Or heck, we could have had a former red templar who got partially (magically?) reversed from their mad state and is now not a mindless beast, but still is on a borrowed time, probably needed due to their strength, but barely tolerated by anyone.

Who is fanatical, mostly because they have to believe they made a noble sacrifice, that it all was for the greater good -- because the truth scares them to their core. Who gives Lucanis shit for being an assassin and abomination, who bashes necromancy, and mages, and talks about purity, while downplaying their own actions as "Yes, these are my sins, but they are for the better world, and I would be proud to die for that world unlike you heathens who would rather ruin it than repent for your flaws". The kind of companion you'd initially want to do nothing with, but who can reveal an entire gallery of fucked up contradictions and trauma if you decide to keep them around.

However, writing such companions takes skill, courage, and requires absence of greedy corpo "we don't want to scare away new players with all that moral nuance" thinking.

[dreamingofmarauders]

You Know You Can't Stay Mad At Me

Sirius Black x Fem!Potter!Reader

Summary: In which Y/n gets mad at Sirius after he gets the both of them kicked out from the library

Warnings: Use of Y/n but that's about it I think, it's mainly fluff

A/N: So I've decided I'm going to rewrite my HP Character x OC oneshots from Wattpad, into x reader fics just so I have something to post, as life has gotten busier and I don't really have that much time to write anymore unfortunately. I hope you all enjoy it! <3

Masterlist

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"Sirius, please stop tapping your foot." Y/n said with a tight-lipped smile to her boyfriend, who was sitting directly across from her, not having even touched his book. 

He gave an annoyed look in return, "Why can't we go do something else?" 

Y/n sighed in frustration, looking up from her Potions essay once more, "Sirius Orion Black! If you don't want to work, fine! By all means leave, but I'm not letting my grade drop down thanks to you!" The y/h/c haired hissed, before shaking her head and scratching away at her parchment with her quill. 

"You're already one of the best students like Remus and Evans! What will one bad mark do?!"

Y/n ignored the remark and continued working. Sirius only watched his girlfriend with a smirk. He leaned back on his chair, and went just a bit far for the chair lost balance and toppled back, gaining a yelp from the grey eyed boy. Y/n immediately stood up and went across the table to find Sirius sprawled on the floor, a mischievous smile on his lips. The concern on Y/n's face faded away. 

"What are you doing in here?!" Madam Pince, the librarian came around the corner with an angered expression visible upon her face. "BLACK, POTTER OUT!" 

Y/n stuttered, "B-But I didn't even do anything!" 

"OUT THE BOTH OF YOU!" 

Grumbling, Y/n gathered her belongings while Sirius grabbed his book. Y/n knew he did that on purpose, his smirk gave it all away. Mad at the Black heir, she walked out of the library without a glance back, her bag slung onto her shoulder. Footsteps caught up to her, and before she knew it her bag was pulled off her shoulder, dropped onto the ground, while she was pressed up against the wall. 

Y/n merely crossed her arms, glaring daggers at Sirius, who had one hand pinned onto the wall, while the other was around the young Potter's waist. 

"Oh come on, y/n/n, we both know you aren't really mad." He said, his breath fanning on the girl's face. She tore away her gaze and attempted to wiggle herself out of his grip, but Sirius only pulled her closer, their bodies touching. 

He slightly chuckled, "You know you can't resist me." He whispered into her ear, and Y/n found herself giving in but she wouldn't. Sirius looked back into her y/e/c eyes, knowing he was winning. 

"I have work to do so let me go, and you can't always get out of trouble by giving me those puppy eyes." She huffed. Sirius' eyes lit up even more mischievously and he moved forward to brush his lips against hers, and Y/n felt weak in the knees. 

"Come on, love, you know you can't stay mad at me. " He said, whispering into her ear once again, sending shivers down her spine. His hand moved ever so gently up and down her waist, only causing goosebumps to rise on her skin. 

That did it. 

"I hate you." She said before yanking him by the collar and locking their lips. Sirius smiled into the kiss. 

"Says they should be here- AAH! MY EYES!" 

The pair broke apart, only to find James and Remus standing not too far away. Remus, pink in the face and his gaze on his shoes as if they were the most interesting sight he'd ever seen. James, on the other hand, had his hands placed overtop his eyes, his glasses overtop, making him look bizarre. A parchment laid on the ground in front of the pair. 

Sirius groaned, "Prongs, you idiot." 

Y/n slightly laughed at the expressions of her twin and brother in everything but blood. "You can look now, Jamie." 

Remus moved his head up, while James peeked from between his fingers before removing his hands. 

"I've been scarred for life! My baby sister and my best mate, snogging!" He pretended to throw up, earning eye rolls from the other three. 

"As if you haven't seen us before." Y/n commented, picking up her bag and wrapping her arms around her boyfriend's. 

"Prongs, be a deer and leave before I beat you up." 

James gave Sirius a non-amusing look and bent down to pick up the Marauder's Map he'd dropped earlier in his haste. The group began walking towards the Great Hall seeing it was almost dinnertime.

"So, Y/n, done that essay?" Remus asked.

Y/n's brows furrowed together, a slight frown on her lips. "I would have if someone hadn't gotten us both kicked out." She said, looking at her boyfriend with narrowed eyes. 

He grinned, "You know you love me!" 

A smile made its way onto Y/n's lips, "How I ever fell in love with an idiot like you is still astonishing." Her eyes moved towards her brother, leading the group, "But then again, maybe it isn't so surprising since I've been living with an idiot known as my brother my entire life." 

"Hey!" 

The other three burst out laughing while James stood there looking at the three with a pout. 

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[norrisjpg]

scott street - ᴍᴠ¹

in which, the pressure of the 2024 formula 1 season becomes too much for the dutch driver, so instead of leaning on his best friend for support, he pushes her away.

contains: angst, swearing, crying, unresolved conflict, unhappy ending, shouting, mentions of childhood trauma, depression, jos verstappen mentioned (ew), a gilmore girls reference, not proof-read.

max verstappen x unnamed female character

...

...

she thought something was off, something wasn't right - and she was correct.

it was right after the belgian grand prix, after max had lost another win through no fault of his own, after mclaren had gained a few more points on his beloved oracle red bull racing.

she was there, she always had been, waiting for him after the race like she always did. although she had prepared herself, nothing could have prepared her for this.

he knew he needed her, but he was just so wound up, so tired of the shitty car, so done with the team that he couldn't even bring himself to look at her when he walked into his driver's room.

"hey, are you okay?" she asked softly, standing up with the dutchman entered the room, his usual sadness replaced with something else - he was fuming. "max?"

"i'm fine." he mumbled, discarding his helmet carelessly to the floor.

"do you want to talk about it?" her voice was somewhat comforting, but nowhere near enough to calm the pure rage bubbling in his chest.

"no." max sighed, refusing to turn around and look at his best friend.

she nodded, not that he could see her, but it was more of a nod to herself. okay, he doesn't want to talk, that's okay. but she also wondered if he knew it wasn't his fault, because he couldn't help a ten-place grid penalty brought on by his team, and he certainly couldn't help that the mercedes were exceptionally quick today and being held up by cars he was lapping wasn't helping him either - it just wasn't his fault.

of course, she knew he'd be annoyed about his race - but that wasn't the route of his emotions, his father was. max had obviously told her about the traumatic events of his childhood, long after they'd happened, although she was around when most of them took place.

however, she didn't bring it up.

"max?" she spoke quietly, her voice a little airy. "it's not your fault, you know that, yeah?"

"i know it's not my fucking fault." he spat back quickly.

"come on, max, please talk to me." she pried a little more. "it hurts to see you like this."

"oh, it hurts you?" he scoffed, finally turning around to look at her, anger ever-so-present in his pretty eyes. "how the fuck do you think it makes me feel? you always manage to make everything about you, don't you? just can't stand the attention being away from you for just one fucking second, can you?"

it took everything in her to not physically recoil at his words - he'd never ever been like this, and she wasn't going to lie, her heart shattered at his cold attitude toward her. she was only trying to help him and he was acting like this.

"nothing to say, huh?" he almost laughed, but there was nothing resembling a smile on his face. "you know what? just get out."

"sorry?" was all she could muster, an expression of hurt confusion on her face.

"you heard me, leave." he repeated it, squashing her hopes that he was just angry and didn't mean it, that he'd apologise and lay in her arms and just tell her how he really felt.

she got up, putting her phone back in her pocket, glancing over at him to see that he'd turned back to desk, fiddling with something on there.

hearing the door shut behind her was confirmation of what he'd just done - why the fuck did he do that?

head in his hands, he slumped down on the couch, already missing her presence. clearly, max hadn't meant any of that, but it was like word vomit. he felt as if he was floating outside of his body, watching him shove his best friend away, and he couldn't do anything about it.

outside, she stood there, motionless. what the fuck had just happened? gritting her teeth, delicate tears fell down her cheeks as she started to walk out of the red bull garage in aimless despair.

maybe if she hadn't said anything he wouldn't have lashed out of her? did she pry too much? why wouldn't he just talk to her?

"ah, good afternoon." a familiar voice came from behind her as she stood in the paddock, unsure of what to do with herself.

daniel ricciardo.

"oh, hi daniel." she thumbed away the salty tears and sniffled before she turned around - but it was no use, daniel caught on straight away.

"what's wrong?" he furrowed his eyebrows, putting a hand on her shoulder.

she knew there was no point in lying, daniel would get it out of her eventually. "max kinda... blew up at me? told me that i make everything about me and then told me to leave- don't say anything to him though."

"you know i can't promise that, but are you okay?" he shook his head, mentally noting to bring that up with max in the near future.

"i'm not sure."

...

a pretty afternoon in monaco had brought about a lunch between max verstappen and daniel ricciardo. a whole week had passed since the incident, and neither had spoken to each other - both absolutely terrified of what the other would say.

max was scared that she'd push him away, the same way he did. she was scared that max didn't want her back.

the reality was, max needed help - he needed her back. since his outburst, things had gone downhill. the car wasn't looking as good as he'd hoped in the factory, one of his cats was ill, and someone had rear-ended his car somehow - it was as if the universe was screaming at him to just apologise to her, get in his car and go to her apartment, tell her he didn't mean any of it and then finally tell her how he really felt - but max verstappen had fallen deaf, clearly.

luckily, daniel ricciardo hadn't.

"max, what is going on with you?" he asked as the two sat on the bench, slightly hot from the round of padel they'd just played.

"what?" he scrunched his nose at the australian, glancing at him briefly.

"you." daniel repeated. "you're drinking way more than usual, i'm the only person you've seen other than for work purposes, and then you pushed your best friend away - god, why did you push her away?"

"how the fuck do you know about that?" max snapped, quickly apologising with a look afterward. "sorry, how do you know about that, though?"

"she was crying in the paddock after the race." he nodded, pursing his lips. "told me what you said."

"i didn't mean to, okay? i miss her. i know i shouldn't have said what i said, but i can't undo it. i just... i'm scared- what if this is it? what if she won't take me back this time?"

"max." daniel said firmly. "i promise you, that girl will always take you back - you could kill someone and she'd still stand by your side."

"what have i done, daniel?"

...

she was more okay than she thought she was going to be. monday evenings were always reserved for max - dinners, movie nights, whatever they decided to do, it was together.

this monday night was different though.

there wasn't the familiar dutch laughter bouncing around her apartment. there wasn't the delicious smell of home-cooked food lingering in the corridor. there wasn't the colour of freshly bought tulips adding to her plain white kitchen (max always gave her pretty flowers when he came over.) and there certainly wasn't the comforting smell of max's aftershave stuck on her cushions anymore.

it had been three weeks and no word from him.

maybe it was time to move on. maybe he wasn't coming back this time.

she decided early on that it was his decision to return - he was the one who pushed her away so why should she make an effort? in no way was she saying it was for the better, but she was... relatively okay. yes, of course there were things she missed about him - no one wanted to do anything on a monday evening apparently.

so, she spent her monday evenings alone, drowning herself in blankets and fast food, watching some movie that she would never even the end of of - because she fell asleep every time, without fail.

so she did move on.

max on the other hand? he was moving backwards - rapidly.

he thought he was borderline depressed. rotting in his apartment with his cats, occasionally venturing out of the house to buy food or see daniel and lando - but that was it. it was as if all the life had been sucked out of his existence - all the colour, all the light.

so, when he turned up to her apartment on a rainy monday evening, it was a knife to the heart, to the head, to the gut.

he walked into the lobby, planning on going straight up to her and confessing every single feeling he'd had since that dreadful day in belgium.

but, he was met with an unexpected sight. there she was, smiling, with a man.

she was laughing, with him. they were walking towards her apartment, about to head into the elevator. if they were on normal terms, max would have waltzed right up to her and asked who he was - but he didn't have that privilege anymore, remember?

so, he turned around, shocked and almost reduced to tears, and he left.

if only he knew, she would have run to him in a heartbeat.

but, maybe it was for the better.

...

coming next... novacane, ʟɴ⁴ motion sickness, ᴍᴠ¹ (part two)

[dr-spectre]

Rambling about Marina and Relatability...

I've said in the past that i relate heavily to Marie, but as i think about it further.... I think i relate more to Marina... I just read through this incredible twitter thread by @ _CSenpai_ which i shall leave at the end, but it got me to really think... "huh... Marina is kinda me fr." (Also I'm gonna get pretty personal in this post so keep that in mind too.)

Marina has very serious special interests and clearly spends a lot of time researching and engaging in these interests. She gets VERY excited when someone mentions anything remotely about her interests and takes them seriously. Which is something i do as if someone even remotely mentions Splatoon out of the blue, my chest will go "BZZZTTTT" and i get the tingles and i wanna run around my room.

She's very into machinery, video games, music and manga/comic books. Marina stays up and overworks herself when it comes to music and her interests, which is shown in the dev diaries and chat logs in Side Order and Octo Expansion. This is something i tend to do as well as I consume my special interests way into the night and i can't go to bed because I'm so damn energized. Sometimes i become so focused that i don't even notice that time has passed by for so long and before i even realise it... It's 2pm and now i want lunch.

She corrects Pearl on wizards which reminds me of the kind of stuff i say during my rambles about Callie and her arc in Splatoon 2... I get VERY picky when it comes to people using ahem.... certain words when describing the events that took place.

In the Hero vs. Villain Splatfest, she is the only one who is taking it very seriously while everyone else is smiling or expressing anger.

She's using a god damn GAMECUBE CONTROLLER AND A HEADSET! She's literally me oh my god. When i go over for parties and celebrations and someone brings out a Switch and we play Smash Bros or Mario Kart? I take that shit seriously and i can't tone back my skill level and just have fun.

Also Marina is known to have sensitivity to certain food textures including mayo and pulp in orange juice. Now i LOVE mayo personally but i HATEEEE stuff in my drinks. I am a massive texture eater and i will avoid stuff in food that ruins the texture. When i get pumpkin soup for example, if i see vegetable bits in that shit i will actually feel sick and flick the bits off of my spoon.

Marina is also seen stimming and pacing back and forth when excited. When i tend to get overly excited by myself, i will literally violently shake for a brief moment and then squeal. I'm not joking.

Marina also tends to bottle up her emotions and often lashes out onto others when it's too much for her. Which is something i tend to do... I don't often say how i feel when someone asks how am i and i often wanna scream and break something when the anger is just too much for me to contain. I end up yelling by myself and cuss like no tomorrow. I can find solace in a character who does a similar thing i do, minus the cussing lmao.

I think one of the bigger reasons on why i relate to Marina is gonna be a weird one but... She is almost always seen with her headphones. No matter what situation she is in, she always wears her headphones.

Even when she's Marina Agitando and Overlorder has taken over her body, the Controller VM acts like headphones as it covers her ears!

Now this detail about her wearing her headphones almost often might seem minor, but to me it makes me love Marina even more. I always constantly wear headphones and it's due to various different reasons. First is because i love listening to music and enjoying background noise, second, it dampens the sounds around me as i can be pretty sensitive to certain sounds. And third... well... let's just say that i live with a uh.... loud parent who... gets pretty angry, NOT AT ME! THANKFULLY! BUT... when they scream... and swear... i put on my headphones and wait for the noise to go by. It's a comfort thing for me and helps get through those... rough periods... Marina wearing those headphones often and not being judged for it, makes me feel, happy...

...uh... yeah.

ANYWAYS! Another big thing i relate with Marina on is her want for order and balance in her life. She doesn't like massive changes in her routine and wants to maintain the balance in her life.

i do not like it when my routine suddenly changes and i get upset and angry. I have a strict routine and when it gets fucked over oh MAN OH MANNNN!!!!!!!!!!!

And that last point about feeling safe and secure, as i mentioned earlier with the third point about wearing headphones... I wanna feel safe and secure... I want to feel calm... I don't want someone to suddenly shout or get upset or for my routine to change and i can't do anything about it...

The only thing i don't relate with Marina on is well... Looks. Listen, i ain't no tall black octopus woman with a noticeable figure and a pretty face HAHAHAHA! I find it kind of funny that I'm able to relate SO MUCH to someone like her when I'm some 20 year old dude who looks nowhere NEAR like her. Except for maybe height i don't know.

However, i will say, i actually don't act this excited in person, i tend to be very shy and reserved in person compared to my online behaviour. I say words in a dry manner and i don't have the best social skills. So i guess that's where the relatability for Marie comes in as well. I'm a heavy introvert and despite my need for wanting to connect to others, i would rather stay indoors than go out and meet new people to start friendships or potentially a romantic relationship... like that's ever gonna happen anyways...................

I got two brain cells. It's them.

So anyways, that was all i wanted to say! I love Marina and she's my second favourite Idol, you can probably guess who's number 1 but i ain't talking about... her... well not today anyways.

Thanks for reading!!!

The thread that inspired this blog post: https://x.com/_CSenpai_/status/1367219374948376579

[laterreurofficial]

I am personally obsessed with (and relate a lot to) transfemme Adrien hc. You mentioned something with Adrien and Alix being parallels, gender-wise… I’m curious about what you meant by that! Adrien being trans or gnc is by no means necessary (though it would make me very happy), but I’m just curious as to what Adrien’s journey is when it comes to identity. Thanks and I hope you have a lovely day! :D

WIS HERE AGAIN!!! I will admit that that aspect of identity was merely something silu and I threw around, so there's no guarantee that it will be explored aside from like, background flavoring here and there.

What I meant is essentially, Adrien and Alix occupy a sort of middle space, but within that are opposites of each other.

This was born out of a conversation with silu where we discuss like.. transmasc-ish Adrien? He's dealing with the aftereffects of an egomaniac mother who he was born to be the spitting image of. He's thrust into a world of strict beauty standards and forced to perform, must be seen and not heard, obey without question. He's adapted into learned helplessness and 'not thinking' in order to survive, he's born to not act, not want for more. He has no more personhood to his father than a vase of white lilies set on a table.

Alix, on the other hand, is nothing but action. As Adrien is repressed to be demure, Alix is repressed to be stoic—She is the only surviving soldier in a war that never ends, forced to battle in a conflict where nothing ever happens and it must all stay that way. She is treated by others as infallible and is forced to only rely on herself. Alix is fueled by an anger and a grief for the life she wasn't allowed to live, but she isn't able to acknowledge the emotions as such: Alix doesn't have emotions, because emotions are weakness. She denies herself any more personhood that a cog in a machine, never stopping, always acting.

....Of course, I will couch this by saying this is wisteriasymphony's thoughts on the matter. As the lead concept writer, a lot of my little tangents into ideas often go unexplored if not entirely revised over. There were talks of an Alix comic in the works, and this section of Adrien's character being explored in a much later Chloe comic. I can't guarantee anything, because the group and silu have the final and extra-final say respectively.

vv everything said stupider under the cut vv

[ama0310]

Children of the Dark

Character: Spencer Reid

Requested: No

Type: Angst/ Fluff

Summary: When home invasions involve the murder of entire families, the BAU is called to Denver to identify the killers who possibly have been abused while in foster care, something that hits quite close to home for Agent Y/N L/N 

A.N: Based on "Children of the Dark" (Season 3, Episode 4)

The fluorescent lights of the buzzed overhead as Y/N stood frozen, watching Ervin's interrogation through the one-way glass. Her breath caught in her throat as Ervin's words painted a vivid picture of abuse that hit far too close to home.

"Hey," a soft voice broke through her reverie. "You hanging in there?"

Y/N turned to see Spencer approaching, his brow furrowed with concern. She forced a smile, but it didn't reach her eyes. "I'm fine, Spence. Why wouldn't I be?"

Spencer leaned against the wall beside her, his lanky frame casting a shadow across the floor. "This case... it's stirring up some ghosts, isn't it?" His voice was gentle, probing without pushing.

Y/N's fingers unconsciously found her engagement ring, twisting it around her finger. "It's just..." she hesitated, searching for words. "These brothers, Ervin and Gary. What they've done is unforgivable, but the abuse they suffered..."

"No child deserves that," Spencer finished softly.

Y/N nodded, her gaze drawn back to Ervin's haunted face on the other side of the glass. "Foster care abuse is more common than people realize. It doesn't excuse their actions, but God, Spence, I can't help but feel for them."

Spencer's hand found her shoulder, a comforting weight. "Y/N, you don't have to pretend with me. I've noticed you playing with your ring – it's your tell when you're upset."

She stiffened, caught off guard by his perceptiveness. "I..." she began, but the words died in her throat.

"I'm here if you want to talk," Spencer offered, his voice low and sincere. "About anything."

Y/N met his eyes, seeing the warmth and concern there. She managed a small, genuine smile this time. "I know, Spence. Thank you."

Before she could say more, the rest of the team filed in, gathering around to watch as Carrie continued her interrogation of Ervin.

Ervin's voice cracked as he spoke, raw with emotion. "I wanted to stop. Gary... he had it so much worse when we were kids. He never got the chance to fight back then."

Emily  leaned forward, her voice steady. "So he fought those other families instead?"

"Only because I wouldn't go back," Ervin whispered, shame evident in his slumped shoulders.

"Back?" She pressed. "Gary's going to your foster home, isn't he?"

The tension in the room became palpable. Hotch's voice cut through the silence, sharp and urgent. "Get him out of there. Now."

As two officers rushed to apprehend Gary, Y/N felt the walls closing in. Phantom hands seemed to grab at her, pulling her hair, the ache of hunger gnawing at her stomach – echoes of a past she'd fought so hard to forget.

Spencer's hand on her shoulder made her jump. "Maybe you should sit this one out," he suggested gently.

Y/N's jaw clenched, a flash of anger and frustration cutting through her turmoil. She gripped the case files tightly, using the physical sensation to ground herself. "I told you, Spencer, I'm fine," she snapped, her voice low and tight. "Just... leave it alone."

Without waiting for a response, she strode out of the room, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floor. The weight of her past pressed down on her shoulders, but she straightened her spine, determined to face whatever came next – just as she always had.

****************

The sun was setting, casting long shadows across the street as Y/N practically leapt from the SUV. Her heart was racing, adrenaline coursing through her veins. Spencer was already there, his lean frame taut with tension.

"Guys, fall back!" She could hear Hotch call out to the team, his voice sharp with urgency. "We can't risk making them feel cornered."

She turned to Spencer, her voice dropping to a whisper. "What does he want with the boy?" Her fingers instinctively found her engagement ring, twisting it anxiously. "He's just a child, Spence. He's been through enough without being dragged into this nightmare."

Spencer's brow furrowed, his analytical mind working overtime. "Most likely using him as a human shield," he replied grimly.

Before Y/N could respond, a hush fell over the scene. All eyes turned to the donut shop's entrance. Tyler, the young boy at the center of this chaos, emerged slowly, fear etched across his small face. Derek moved with lightning speed, scooping the child up and whisking him to safety.

Minutes crawled by like hours until finally, Gary was subdued and shoved unceremoniously into the back of a police cruiser. The case was over.

Y/N's focus immediately shifted to the children's welfare. She approached Derek, who was engaged in a heated phone conversation. As he hung up, frustration radiated from him in waves.

"What's going on?" Y/N asked, dreading the answer.

Derek's face told her everything before he even spoke. "Social services won't intervene until they complete a full investigation."

The words hit Y/N like a physical blow. "We have to take them back?" Her voice rose in disbelief. "Derek, no. We can't do that. There has to be another way!"

The unspoken weight of Y/N's own history in foster care hung heavily between them. The entire team knew fragments of her past, and they'd been watching her closely throughout this case, witnessing her slow spiral.

"It's out of our hands," Derek said softly, his eyes filled with regret as they both looked at the two children huddled in the back of a car.

Y/N squared her shoulders, a determined glint in her eye. "I'm going with you to drop them off. And before you argue, it's not up for discussion."

Spencer appeared at her side, concern etched across his features. "Are you sure that's wise?"

Y/N met his gaze, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside. "Those kids need to know someone's in their corner. I want to be that person." She leaned in, pressing a quick, reassuring kiss to his lips. "I'll be fine. We'll play chess on the jet when I get back, okay?"

Spencer nodded reluctantly, tapping the hood of the car twice – their little ritual – as Y/N slid into the passenger seat.

The drive was tense, Y/N's eyes constantly flicking to the rearview mirror, taking in the children's frightened faces. She gnawed at her nails, lost in memories of her own time in the system.

Derek reached over, squeezing her hand three times – their silent code of support. Y/N managed a weak nod as they pulled up to the foster home, where the foster mother waited with an unreadable expression.

As Derek spoke with Tyler, Y/N knelt before the little girl, her heart aching. "Hey, beautiful," she said softly, clasping the child's small hands in her own. "I want you to have this." She pressed her business card into the girl's palm. "If you ever need anything – big or small – you call me. Anytime, day or night. Someone will always listen. Promise me?"

Tears welled in the girl's eyes, mirrored in Y/N's own. It was like looking at a younger version of herself. Unable to contain her emotions, Y/N pulled the child into a fierce hug before reluctantly letting go.

As they guided the children back to their foster mother, Y/N's every instinct screamed at her to stop this, to whisk these kids away to safety. But the law tied her hands.

"I can't believe we're letting them go back," she murmured, wiping away a stray tear as they headed back to the car.

Just as they were about to leave, Y/N's phone rang. Spencer's name flashed on the screen.

"Hey, Spence–"

His voice cut through, urgent and sharp. "Are you still with the kids?"

"No, we just dropped them off. We're leaving now–"

"Did you check their backpacks?"

Confusion colored Y/N's voice. "What? Why would we–"

The crack of gunfire split the air, drowning out her words and shattering the fragile peace of the moment.

The world seemed to slow as Y/N and Derek burst from the car, adrenaline surging through their veins. Y/N's phone quickly placed back into her pocket, Spencer's frantic voice still echoing. Their guns were drawn in perfect unison

The house loomed before them, an ordinary facade now transformed into a potential crime scene. They entered with practiced caution, the air thick with tension and the acrid smell of gunpowder.

The scene that greeted them was one of horror and heartbreak. The foster mother lay crumpled on the floor, but there seems to be no wound. And there, standing was Tyler. The gun in his small hands looked obscene.

Y/N's heart shattered, the pieces lodging painfully in her throat. She stepped forward, her arms trembling almost imperceptibly as she aimed her weapon. "Tyler," she called, her voice deliberately soft, "drop the gun."

Derek moved to check on the foster mother, but Y/N's focus remained laser-sharp on the boy before her. Her eyes darted around the room, taking in the shattered picture frames, family photos now pockmarked with bullet holes.

Tyler's eyes, brimming with unshed tears, flicked between Y/N and the ruined photos. "They're lies," he choked out, his voice raw with pain and betrayal.

Y/N inched closer, deliberately placing herself between Tyler and Derek's line of fire. "I know, Tyler," she soothed, her voice thick with empathy. "You could have hurt her…made her pay, but you didn't. Because you're good. You're nothing like Gary."

"Y/N!" Derek hissed, realizing the danger she was putting herself in if things go south.

She ignored him, her focus solely on Tyler. "You're protecting your friends, yourself. You're going to be okay." She holstered her gun slowly, raising her empty hands. "I was in your shoes once," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. "I lost my parents in a fire when I was four. Spent fourteen years in a foster home where... where terrible things happened."

With each revelation, she took another cautious step forward. "My foster father... he'd come into my room at night…every single night. My foster mother starved me because of it. For fourteen years, I prayed for someone to save me." Her voice cracked, tears threatening to spill over. "I made it out at eighteen. Fought like hell to get into college, then the FBI. It was agony, Tyler, but I survived. You will too. I promise you that. You’re not like Gary. We’re not like Gary, Tyler."

Y/N could see the other children huddled on the stairwell, their eyes wide with fear. Her heart ached for all of them. "Let's make a deal," she offered, her voice gentle but firm. "You give me that gun, and I swear to you, I will walk you and every child here out of this house. You'll never have to come back. How does that sound?"

She was close enough now to see the tremble in Tyler's hands, to count the freckles across his tear-stained cheeks. "Please," she whispered, "just give me the gun."

Time seemed to stretch as Tyler wavered, the weight of the moment palpable in the air. Then, slowly, shakily, he extended the weapon towards Y/N. She took it gingerly, passing it to Derek before enveloping Tyler in a fierce embrace.

The boy clung to her desperately, his small frame wracked with sobs. "It's going to be okay," Y/N murmured, her own tears finally falling. "I promise you. It's all going to be okay."

They remained locked in that embrace until the wail of approaching sirens broke the spell. As child services arrived to relocate the children, Y/N knelt before Tyler one last time.

"If you need anything, Tyler – anything at all – you call me. I'll always be here, okay?"

His voice was small, fragile. "Do you really think I'll be okay?"

The question pierced Y/N's heart like a dagger. She nodded emphatically, cupping his face in her hands. "I know you will. I'll make sure of it. You're going to be more than okay, Tyler."

She hugged him once more before watching him climb into the child services car, a piece of her heart going with him. Exhausted and emotionally drained, Y/N made her way back to Derek, who waited silently by their vehicle. As she sank into the passenger seat, the weight of the day settled heavily upon her shoulders, a mix of sorrow for what had happened and hope for what might still 

The car hummed quietly as they drove, the silence between Y/N and Derek heavy with unspoken words. Y/N's revelation hung in the air, a painful secret now exposed.

"Y/N," Derek began, his voice gentle.

She cut him off, her tone sharp with barely contained emotion. "What happened in that house stays there, Derek. Understand?"

"Y/N, we need to talk about—"

"No," she snapped, then softened slightly. "Please, just... leave it. And don't breathe a word to anyone. Especially not Spencer." Her voice cracked on her fiancé's name, betraying the depth of her fear.

She leaned her forehead against the cool glass of the window, unaware that her phone lay forgotten in her pocket, the call still connected.

As they pulled into the Denver police station parking lot, Y/N spotted Spencer through the windows. He was pacing frantically, his lanky frame taut with worry.

She entered cautiously. "Spence? I'm back. Are you alright?"

Before she could react, Spencer engulfed her in a fierce embrace. Confusion etched across her face as she returned the hug.

"Spence?" she questioned softly.

His next words sent a chill down her spine. "I heard everything."

Y/N's body went rigid. "What? How?"

"The call... it never disconnected," Spencer explained, his voice thick with emotion. "I heard the gunshots, and I was terrified. Then you started talking, and I... I couldn't bring myself to hang up." He pulled back, his eyes searching hers. "You've never opened up to me about your past like that. Now I understand why, and I'm so sorry for what you went through."

Y/N blinked rapidly, fighting back tears. "It was a long time ago, Spence. I'm fine."

"No, you're not," he said firmly, cupping her face in his hands. "And that's okay. I know it still affects you. I know it's why our relationship took time to develop. You don't have to tell me everything, but please, don't shut me out. When you're struggling or having a bad day, talk to me. I'm here for you, always."

The desperation in his eyes broke something inside her. "I know," she whispered, leaning in to kiss him softly. "I'm sorry."

Spencer studied her face, noting her red-rimmed eyes. "How are you feeling now?"

Y/N sighed, her shoulders sagging. "Overwhelmed. Helpless. How can I make sure that Tyler will be okay? Maybe Garcia could keep tabs on him, but—"

"What if we adopt him?" Spencer's suggestion came out of nowhere, stunning Y/N into silence.

"What?" she breathed, hardly daring to believe she'd heard him correctly.

Spencer's eyes lit up with excitement. "I had Garcia look into his background. He's a good kid, Y/N. You've already bonded with him. What better way to ensure his well-being than to bring him into our family?"

"You'd really want to do this?" Y/N asked, hope blooming in her chest.

Spencer smiled, taking her hands in his. "We've been together for three years, we're engaged. I think this could be wonderful for all of us. What do you think?"

Tears of joy sprang to Y/N's eyes. "Yes! Oh my god, yes!" She threw her arms around Spencer's neck. "We need to tell Garcia right away! Or better yet, let's go tell Tyler! I don't even know where to start with the adoption process, but I'm sure you do."

Spencer laughed, spinning her around. "We'll figure it out together."

 She knew there would be challenges ahead, but the thought of providing a loving home for Tyler filled her with indescribable joy. The boy deserves something good. Everything good.  With Spencer by her side and Tyler in their lives, she finally felt like she was building the family she'd always dreamed of – one built on love, understanding, and healing.

Author's Note:

I know this isn't Part 2 of Silver Springs, but I just rewatched the episode and wanted to write this.

Anywhoooo if there's any request I would love to write them!!!

And don't worry I'll write Part 2 of Silver Springs soon!!!

[askhezureviews]

Helluva boss sinsmas is OUUUUTTTT!!! What’re ur thoughts? :3

For the finale episode, Stolas is now living with Blitz, and its kinda crazy how the show is acting like this is romantic domesticity, while simultaneously revealing how much these two aren't even friends that know basic things about each other, like Blitz's horse collection/obsession as well as what Stolas even eats.

Stella and Andrealphus won't let Octavia talk to her dad. They laugh like annoying hoity toity disney villain rich people. (Stolas is also treated like shit by all the imps and later cries about being poor, still feels like we haven't addressed his classism yet)

We have Sinsmas, a scrap of worldbuilding in replacement of Christmas. We ALSO have scraps of Millie facts to her character that don't add anything to her depth but are still nice to know!!! : She snores while she sleeps, and she doesn't like musicals like her husband at all, she actually prefers slasher horror films.

A lady client shows up at IMP, basically spoofing Stella. She comes in, exasperated and angry, saying her husband cheated on her, and she doesn't want him to have a happy day with their daughters after what he did to her, which is justified anger to a degree. Then the show suddenly reveals the lady is homophobic, claiming her husband is "poisoning their daughters" with his "heinous lifestyle" and later proclaims Stolas' fantasy diary didn't arouse her like gay people are supposed to be a kink and not actual people- which had me rolling my eyes with how on the nose they're attempting but failing to be, because despite everything, Stella herself has never indicated she was homophobic. She very specifically indicated she was more upset that he slept with a low class imp in their shared bed. She's never jabbed at the fact that Blitz was a man. They're doing everything in their power to villainize Stella as much as possible to justify Stolas's initial cheating on her from season 1 instead of keeping Stolas's a complex, grey character for his actions.

We still don't understand Stella's relationship to her own daughter, i have a hard time believing they have one at all.

Octavia writes a song, which, I really like the lyrics for. "I'll be okay, but I'll never be the same. I'll grow without you, I'll be okay, but I'm not okay today." Very nice The one lyric of "This used to be your home" is awkwardly out of place, because season 1 Octavia claimed "I want to go home, but home doesn't feel like home anymore, you ruined it." Which I think the writers forgot about, because this place hasn't been home to Stolas or Octavia in forever.

Stolas gets all butthurt that he can't contact Octavia, and suddenly tears apart his BlitzXStolas fanfiction and rushes to see her- this guy seriously- I mean come on man, pick a lane The last threat of the entire series that would ever be a problem for our main characters: Adrealphus, is defeated in this final episode, so not even he is a threat anymore. Stolas and IMP are now completely safe with no issues outside of possible bankruptcy, but that's always been a background gag/issue anyway. Octavia saves her dad, and confronts him about his antidepressants, saying "Was I just an obligation? You were never happy with us, we were never enough for you, you chose Blitz." Which is 100% all true. Octavia was an obligation, he wasn't happy with her and Stella, he neglected Octavia enough to still treat her like a baby, not aware of her new interests at all. He chose to save Blitz at the cost of his own life if not everything he owned.

So Octavia has every right to be angry, however, it's very annoying to me that she feels betrayed to this extent by him, because she knows for a FACT that Stolas has been trying to contact her every day for a month straight, she knows for a fact her mother isolated her from her father, she knows for a fact Andrealphus attacked her father and almost tried to kill him. It's weird she doesn't give credit to that at all.

It's also weird Stella doesn't come outside to watch this, she loves seeing Stolas tormented, Stella keeps getting left out of everything, even the trial, and it doesn't make sense. Blitz sees the two guys in the window they're supposed to kill with their daughters, and it reminds him of him, Stolas, Octavia, and Loona. From where I'm standing, this isn't possible. Octavia hates Blitz, she interacted with Loona vaguely once, and she also isn't on good terms with her father right now, and as far as I'm concerned Loona isn't either. Her big moment with calling Blitz "dad" was when he was dangerously binge drinking and whoring himself around, Loona wanted to use him as a connection to the life of the party to be more popular- this shouldn't have been a big father-daughter moment at all.

Millie is pregnant, which isn't an issue outside of money I guess- alongside the fact that she seems to love her job and doesn't want to give that up- but she has a family who she can fall back on, she'll be fine. I'm really worried she's gonna go from Moxie's wife to Moxie's child's mother instead of being her own character.

Final thoughts of Helluva Boss: The writing has turned into unreliable narrator steeped in continuity incompetence. I think the creator sees both the criticism and the support for her show, and weirdly tries to appease both, but ultimately shows two entirely different interpretations with each new episode, (Was Loona's kick supposed to be funny or fucked up? Is Stella supposed to be jealously angry or stupidly petty? Is Striker dangerously competent or arrogantly incompetent? Are Stolas and Blitz using each other, or are they best friends forever soulmates? Are the sin embodiments supposed to be evil or good? Is Blitz actually a bad person, or was everything an accident? BOTH???) In the rising lack of media literacy on the internet, on top of constantly changing interpretations of these characters within its own show, it's a no brainer why the fandom is so divided. These may as well be two entirely different shows thanks to the confused writing. Overall, very very sad to see where Helluva Boss went. Definitely dipped and continued to flatline across season 2. There's some really good ideas in here, but the execution is flawed if not sometimes misguided. It's sad and a shame to see this for such a brilliant, original idea of a show like Helluva Boss, and by extension, Hazbin Hotel. At the very least, their origin pilots I hope will continue to inspire people regardless of the roads they went down.

[selfloverrrrrr]

Can I request a non-con fic with a character,.where he is your uncles business partners son . he saw you at a party your uncle held and instantly fell in love with you .so he started stalking you and found out where you live and what you like or dislike your daily routine , everything. Then he sent you a marriage proposal which you rejected. He was angry about it but he had a plan. Your uncles son (your cousin) was getting married. His family was invited . At the wedding after a few hours you went to the bathroom to check your makeup , after you were done you were walking down the hall way, out of nowhere character appeared and started dragging you to his hotel room you thrashing around but he slapped you multiple times while ranting about how he is very mad and sad that you rejected him till you fainted when you wake up you're tied up on the bed in the hotel and he's staring at you. Then he gets up from his chair and slowly approaches you .| you can choose any character you want🧚‍♀️✨💫 .I really love reading the fanfictions you write they always make my day💫 ❤

Awwww thank you so much 😭💗... take my love and keep giving me requests like this... I loved this request 😭💗

Rejecting Me?!

Warnings : smut , heavy smut, unprotected sex, Noncon, Kidnapping, physically and emotional abuse, biting, size difference, Yandere Gojo, stalking, protective, jealous, obsessive, manipulative....

( All characters are aged up/18+)

Minors Do Not Interact

Read the warnings carefully....if you don't like my stories block me not report

Gojo's POV

I was at my dad's business partner's party. There I saw her first. Y/n. That's what she said her name is. She said it was her uncle's party. So that means my father's business partner is her uncle. Godddd she's so fucking gorgeous! How could I not fall in love with her.

She was wearing mini red partywear. She's the most gorgeous girl I've ever seen! I'll marry her... she'll be mine...right? The way she talked with me. Introduce herself. Said her name. I love everything about her. I wish I didn't have to leave that party and can see her all I want.

But after that day it didn't stop about liking.... I became obsessed. How couldn't I? She's the first girl who made me fall in love. I slowly started getting information about her by stalking her. Where she leaves, what she does, what she likes, what's her favourite flower, what she likes to do and what not... everything!

One month passed. I got enough information about her. I sent her a marriage proposal today. I know she'll accept it. Of course she will! I'm a rich handsome man...why won't she accept?

My brain was covered with her thoughts. She'll accept my proposal, then we'll get married, she'll be mine, I'll have her... fuck I can have her, I will fuck her until she can't think about anything else! I smirked at myself.

One day passed. My assistant came back from her house. "What did she say?" I asked. "Sir..... she....she said no" he replied. "What!" I exclaimed. "Yes sir...she said no...she doesn't want to get married" he replied. I clenched my jaw and my fist. How dare she? How fucking dare she didn't accept it? What does she think she's doing?! My mind was racing with anger.

Two weeks later I got an invitation for a wedding. When I saw whose wedding it was, a smirk played on my lips. It was the wedding of y/n's cousin. My dad's business partner's son. That's interesting. I can have my way I see.

The wedding ceremony day

Y/n's POV

Today is my cousin's wedding. I was so happy for him. I got ready for the marriage. I wore a long blue dress. They booked a hotel for the marriage and guests wouldn't stay at that hotel for the night. That hotel was so gorgeous. I arrived there.

We were walking and talking with people there. Our relatives called for all relatives to go to the wedding room and the couples were about to get married. I went there. Entering the room I first saw Gojo Satoru.

Fuck! This is so awkward! I looked away. He was staring at me. The marriage ceremony starts and ends as well. We all give congratulations to the newly married couples. Time passed. I asked my cousin where the ladies bathroom is. He said it's on the second floor.

I went to the second floor and went to the bathroom to do my touch ups. After the touch up I fixed my hair and dress. Then I went out of the bathroom. I was walking through the hallway when I bumped into someone. When I looked up it was Gojo. Fuck! Not again!

"what are you doing here?" He asked. "I was in the bathroom...why are you here? It's the ladies bathroom in this direction" I said. He took out a key from his pocket. "Can you see it?" He said and put it in the keyhole of the door right next to us. He unlocked the door. "It's my room" he said.

"ohh... it's okay...do your thing, bye" I said. I started walking but he grabbed my hand and pulled me towards him. "Bye? We just started talking... We haven't talked about that MARRIAGE PROPOSAL yet" he said tilting his head. Oh no no no... this is getting more awkward.

"Gojo please... can we just not-" he didn't let me finish my sentence and started speaking. "Why not?... come inside" he said. "Gojo I don't think we-" before I could finish "come inside" he said and dragged me inside with him.

I stared at him. I really don't know what to say. "Hmm so?" He said and started walking towards me. "Why did you reject?" He asked. "Actually...I .... I don't think I wanna get married right now" I said. He pulled me towards him and hugged me by my waist.

I gasped. "You think I'm not enough for you huh?" He said. "You think you deserve better than me? Hear me you can't fucking find a single guy better than me!" He said with grinded teeth. "I-It's not like that" I said. "I can throw how much money you want" he said and pushed me. I didn't realise the bed was behind me and I fell on the bed.

"Gojo what are you doing!" I said. "Tell me how much money you want, whore!" He said. "I don't want you or your fucking money! Just leave me alone!" I said and was about to go he grabbed my hair and pulled me on the bed again. I cried out of the pain. "Did I say you can go?" He said with grinded teeth and got on me.

I stared at him with teary eyes. "How fucking dare you, you rejected my proposal?! Who the fuck do you think you are?" He said and slapped me. "Bitch, I've to show you some manners I see" he said and pulled down the straps of my dress. "G-gojo... w-what... stop " I cried.

He looked at me and slapped me again. "I. Said. Shut. Your. Damn. Mouth. Up" he warned. Then he totally took off my dress. Tears came down from my eyes. He smirked at me. "I knew you have a fucking gorgeous body too" he said and pressed his lips on mine.His kiss was so rough. He started undoing my bra. I tried to protest and scream but that didn't work .

He grabbed my boob and squeezed it and I screamed in the kiss. Hearing my Gojo broke the kiss and crashed his mouth on my breast. I moaned out loudly. "Waited enough for you" he spoke "not anymore". He started sucking on my breast roughly. The more I moan the more he sucks and  squeezes on my breasts." please stop... I'm beginning you please stop..." I begged. But he didn't stop.

After a while he let go of my breast. I was breathing heavily. He started undressing himself. He took off his shirt and pants. He was now only wearing his boxers. I can see the outline of his bulge through his boxers and there was a wet spot where the tip of his dick touched his boxer. Fear grabbed me by my neck.

His hand reached for my pantie and he ripped it off. He looked at my pussy with lustful eyes. He parted my pussy lips with his fingers and crashed his mouth on it, sucking on it roughly. I moaned so loudly. I tried to push him away by pulling his hair but nothing nothing nothing. He just continued his work. He pulled back and lined himself with me."please please please no no no" I cried. "Shhh.... don't be scared...... You're mine after all " he whispered and slammed his whole length in one slide without any warning."ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" I screamed."oh my fucking god god god god god god......ahhh" he moaned out feeling my warm wet walls around him.

He didn't give me time to adjust his size. "Stoooopppp please stop!!! Please pull out it's hurting too much" I cried and begged. But he didn't listen. His thrust became harder and harder. I was an moaning and crying mess."you are so fucking...ahhh .... tight" he moaned out. I was screaming, begging for help, begging him to stop...but nah.... nothing changed.

The more I scream the more his thrusting becomes harder.With a few more thrust I came. "You can't resist me anymore if I fuck you hard anddd...cum inside you...or else what your family gonna think huh?" He said with a smirk. "No!!! Please no!" I screamed but as if he's gonna listen to me. I grabbed the bedsheet behind me tightly . Feeling my warm wall clenching around him he came within a minute. I already fainted.

"Sleep well princess... I'll tell everyone you're sleeping in my room... and will tell them we're in a relationship... Nobody will suspect... And you won't dare to do anything else... you'll be fucking tied with me,princess" he whispered with a chuckle.

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[ghoulfuckersincorporated]

I've got female Sole Survivor on the brain thanks to this Deegan one-shot, especially in relation to her grief at all she's lost at the beginning of the game. This may be a touch controversial.

I see a ton of female Soles (both in fan works as well as in general discussions about lore, roleplay, etc.) who are wracked with survivor's guilt in the aftermath, wrought entirely hollow by the loss of their husband and child. This is not a statement of judgement or me implying that it's a subpar creative choice; it's a very natural conclusion to draw. Losing your entire immediate family, on top of surviving multiple mass-casualty events, would naturally leave you wondering why you lived when others didn't and feeling incomplete without those dearest to you.

Personally, the first time I played Fallout 4, I immediately imagined my own Sole as a woman dealing with an immense amount of guilt for an entirely different reason: she feels relief on more levels than one.

Yes, the world ended and everyone she ever knew or really cared for is long dead. But even the horror of that realization doesn't change the fact that there is a massive weight lifted off of her shoulders when she wakes up in that Vault and realizes that she no longer has to be a wife or mother every single moment of her life. It wasn't something she pictured for herself long-term, but she hadn't realized it until it was far too late; very much the sort of person who agreed to get married and have a child before they fully considered all that it would mean (which isn't an uncommon character flaw). But, between the general state of the world at the time and her own hidden struggles, she was eager to feel like she was doing something meaningful with her life.

Nate was the same. It was one of the only things they'd had in common anymore by the time Shaun was born.

I imagine their marriage was struggling (or perhaps simply not as satisfying as either of them would have liked), and having Shaun was an ill-conceived attempt to save things, to find some sort of renewed enthusiasm or meaning. Of course, having a baby to fix your marriage (or yourself) never works. Pregnancy and labor were rough for her, but postpartum was worse; her husband continued to pull away like he had been before, just at a more agonizing rate.

Pretty immediately after the birth, she recognized she'd made a mistake, felt stupid and childish for making such a life-altering decision based on flimsy justifications. But so many people in her life (parents, in-laws, friends who were already parents themselves, society in general) swore to her that having a child would magically end all of her problems through the sheer power of maternal love that she felt selfish not "putting forth the effort" and trying. No one bothered to clarify, though, that if the old 'baby trick' doesn't fix your life, you're then stuck with an inherently needy little person whose existence you may feel indifferent towards more often than not. That realization had been in the middle of literally crushing her to death when the bombs fell.

She's slowly finding herself again as she goes through various adventures and trials in the Commonwealth, helps build community that feels more like a real family to her. Dips her toes into the dating pool eventually. It's not a straightforward process, though, and some days she feels like an uncaring monster and can't even get out of bed. Others, she functions, but with a visible cloud over her, morose and quiet. A tiny, irrational part of her may even feel that she somehow manifested the war, literally brought forth the end of the world with how ardently she begged for something, anything to take her away from what her life had become towards the end.

Her guilt is tinted with anger and shame. She still has lingering health issues from carrying to full term, and her body is changed in ways she knows she will never recover from. Fixates on the changes she notices and it breeds self-consciousness. Part of that fixation is vanity, sure, but she also knows very well that she likely shaved at least a few years off her life span by choosing to become a mother, an endeavor she wouldn't describe as "personally worthwhile" if pressed hard enough.

She also constantly beats herself up for not searching hard enough for her son, but it's unproductive. No matter how guilty she makes herself feel, she doesn't find many leads. Doesn't bring him or Nate up much, unless she's feeling especially vulnerable (or self-hating). The pity people usually express when she says she lost a spouse/child doesn't feel earned to her.

Part of her says her son is likely dead, having lived his whole life without her, and so she'd be wasting her time by dedicating every waking moment to finding him. She finds both peace and sadness in that idea. Another part of her, though, knows she's dragging her feet, pacifying herself with that thought because she doesn't truly want to find him.

[asmallmoon333]

Another Death Note AU I love to think about: Fem!Light x Male!L.

I adore these two in any form, but the potential of this dynamic in particular had me thinking plots that had my brain noodles excited since way back when I was in the middle of writing Time Speaks.

Now, L's gender wouldn't change anything about him, not really, but Light? Oh, it would be a whole new act for her to put on. And with L still male, it ensures it's not just a repeat of canon, but a whole new exploration of their characters, their dynamic, and the world they live in.

So in this AU, we have a Light Yagami who grew up in a society that told her she was lesser. That implied her gender was predictive of her place and abilities. But she wouldn't actually have a lot of anger about her gender I feel, since that goes against her natural feelings of superiority based on her intellect, so she'd just see it as the world being wrong as usual (rotten, if you will). She would look down on men for how easy they were to manipulate; not that anyone else would ever see these thoughts. Except Sayu, who Light raises with care.

Now, while said world would make it harder for her to rise up, Light is someone who gets what she wants and thrives on a challenge. She would use gender as her stepping stone, playing the "good girl" role to perfection.

And she'd be so very good at it. A much better manipulator than male Light.

Now, when she gets the Death Note, the story goes about the same at the start because Light Yagami is Light Yagami regardless.

Then in comes L, the first person who bested her, the first person she hates, and the plot changes. L is the only person, the only man, who looks at her and sees Kira. The only man who is deadpanned and blank to her "good girl" act and meets her provocation for provocation. Infuriating her every time they meet simply by being as smart as she is. By looking at her pointedly crossed arms, at her 'casual' forward-leaning posture, at her inviting smile--and blandly asking if her back hurts like his sometimes does.

How dare he.

How dare he see and value and fear her for her intelligence? He is certain she is Kira despite how aghast every other man and woman in her life is about the very idea of it.

They call L mad. Sexist. He ignores them and insists he's right, that no one else could be Kira but Light. That she's perfect.

And Light? She hates him for seeing through her. He scares her right back.

But she also can't stop herself from craving the acknowledgement.

The game between them would be so different and yet just as complicated this time, because while the two of them don't care about gender, they know this about each other, the rest of the world is not at their level and can't stop their bias about it. And Light uses that to her advantage; Kira will use any shield.

While L will do his best to strip her bare of all her lies.

So Light plays with the world's perceptions of womanhood in her war against L, using her 'weak' gender and 'need for protection' to manipulate the police against him. While L continues to pursue his Kira with a single-minded focus and certainty. He knows it's her.

But now he has to work even harder to prove it because no one is willing to listen to him. He has no proof, and in this universe, that means a lot more to the task force.

Light is smug about this, internally of course. She sweetly tells him to give up and start looking for the 'real' Kira.

L blinks at her and says he'll give up when she stops being a serial killer.

Light hates him.

But she also can't stop thinking about him. She can't stop revelling in how he sees her like no one else was ever willing to. And she eventually decides that she'll get him to give into her too, like she's gotten everyone else in her life. She'll make him admit he wants her, too. That he's human just like they all are, that he has feelings. (Just like she does).

She'll give him her attention in a way no one else has ever deserved. And L better appreciate it.

And after that? She'll kill him, of course.

She's Kira. She's pitiless. She plays to win.

But she might as well...enjoy L while he's here.

He's the only one she'd ever want to have in that way.

As for L? Well he's more than willing to play along, in any and all ways Light wants. He's seen her from the start, seen Kira behind her sweet smile, and he's entranced by her as always. He'd want her in any form, and gender is just one more tool of the brilliant mind he'll always be obsessed with, in any universe.

And he's absolutely thrilled at this game.

So, yeah!! I love this AU and one day, I'll write it, but for now thank you to the amazing artist @thanatelle who inspired these current thoughts! His work is so good <3

Fem!Light and Male!L are so very fun.

[maria-from-ga]

I can't believe Teen Titans is officially 20 years old today. My favorite animated show and one of the best imo. It got me through a lot of shit & means the world to me

Starfire- the Heart

My favorite character on Teen Titans, and still my favorite hero.

A joyful person who loved the world around despite its cruelty. An immigrant who loved her culture yet always struggled w/ her sense of place and being an outsider like me. Her journey becoming more sure of herself & her place & an advocate for other outsiders like Red Star is beautiful one.

Cyborg- The Lynchpin

A extroverted, disabled black hero who had a deep internal struggle to accept that his disability doesn't contradict, but strengthens his humanity

His main arc on what it means to be a 'man' - that he doesn’t have to prove anything to anyone but instead be sure of himself. As a black hero, his defiance being rewarded, not shamed, resulting in victory in the end is still one of my favorites TT03 arcs

Raven- The Inspiration

When I was younger, I was embarrassed to admit how much I was like Raven bc I hated feeling like a closed-off outcast.

But now understanding Raven as a closed-off person who hid her emotions in spite of how she cared (which was the most out of anyone) to protect everyone. Who constantly fought for good despite being deemed a curse bc she hoped for better- Raven is an inspiration

Her journey to accept her emotions & forge her own destiny and not give into despair is one of the best arcs in all animation

Beast Boy, the Wild Card

To be honest, I despise his immaturity when I was younger.

Now I know he was just a kid trying to be happy despite his hardships (like terrible parentals & Terra).

His season of growing up, learning to let go, and building a team of underrated/inexperienced heroes like himself to defeat Brotherhood of Evil against all odds when all hope was lost was peak

Robin- the Leader

Finally, the Boy Wonder, what else is there to say?

A character so flawed, struggling w/ anger, darkness, and obsessiveness, but will go to war for his friends, & sacrifice all for those he loved.

Learning to let people in and that he can be more than hero. Best Robin adaptation we have seen.

Not just the core 5, but the entire Titans family was amazing. Characters who left an impact despite limited screentime. Más y Menos, Thunder and Lightning, Titans East, Speedy, Hotspot, Kole, and too many to name. With the best Bumblebee we have ever had in any media.

Thank you so much to Glen Murakami, David Slack, Amy Wolfram, Sam Register, Derrick Wyatt (RIP), Scott Menville, Hynden Walch, Khary Payton, Tara Strong, Greg Cipes, and so many countless others in the cast & crew for giving this to me and so many others.

Forever grateful for the Titans' stories & memories & for Robin, Cyborg, Starfire, Raven, and Beast Boy

[cassiebones]

Agatha Harkness: Character Study

I'm gonna be real with you: I do not read Marvel comics. I have read some that others have bough for me (Miss Marvel, for instance, which I loved) but I'm not really into comics like that. So I do not know the lore surrounding Agatha. Everything I know is from WandaVision and Agatha All Along and everything I write will also be based on that.

That being said, let's begin.

Agatha is dramatic.

This bitch is the most dramatic person I have ever seen and I love that for her, to be completely honest. She also gives so few fucks sometimes. Like when she was naked in the middle of a residential street, her cheeks just in the wind. Beautiful. Love to see it.

Like every time she wants to make a dramatic exit, she deliberately swishes the tail of her coat as she walks away. Even when there's nobody there to see it. Just for the vibes. Love that.

And she loves deeply and sometimes without her permission. You can just tell. When she's under Wanda's spell, chasing teen down the alley and he gets hit by the car, she is immediately concerned for this random child's safety. She makes sure that he's okay before anything else. You can't tell me that now, in episode four, she doesn't care for this kid like he's her own son (even if he's not). She gives him her coat, leaving her without the ability to swish it dramatically; that's love, bitch.

And I think she has this deep-seated guilt inside her. Like she blames herself for Nicholas's death, which I do think she does. She couldn't save him from his fate, as hard as she tried. I think that a big part of her anger at Rio is directed at herself, as well. She let her son go, which she will never forgive herself for.

And she loves Rio. We can see that so clearly when they share that moment in the woods. She tries not to, of course, but she can't really resist for long. And I don't think it's just because of their sexual past, but their romantic one, as well. There's no doubt in my mind that they were married in their past life. That, despite legality, they probably had a big ceremony, probably with witnesses there. They declared their love and pledged to be with one another, til death, smiling because they know even death won't keep them apart (one of them is Death, after all).

I am not really sure if Agatha was with a man before and that's how she got Nicholas, or if she had somehow adopted him with Rio (???) idk. All I know is she loved her son and she did not give him up for the Darkhold. His death left a pretty sizeable gap in her heart for sure. I feel like, no matter how Nicholas came into their lives, Rio also considered him hers.

(Side note: I need there to be a fight where Agatha takes out all of her grief about Nicholas on Rio, blaming her for his death and reaping his soul and Rio just shouts back "he was my son, too!" Is that too much to ask?)

She loved Rio and Nicholas so much and she lost them both in one fell swoop. When she got her hands on the Darkhold and Nicholas was already gone and Rio was the one that took him completely away, she made herself disappear so that Rio couldn't find her until Wanda took away her magic. Because the second that magic was gone and no longer hiding her, Rio found Agatha, probably yearning for her for however long it had been (decades? centuries?) since she'd last laid eyes on her. I wonder if there were any other "shows" that Rio was a guest star in. Medical dramas? Sitcoms? Dark comedies? Mockumentaries (totally not picturing their Parks & Rec characters rn)? Did Rio come to her as soon as Wanda took her magic? Did she wait a bit, try to play it cool? She definitely did with the crime drama.

Also Agatha's relationship with each of the other coven witches is...interesting.

I feel like Lilia was somewhat of a mentor to her in her early years, when she was still a young child, just learning to do magic. Maybe she was a neighbor. Maybe Agatha's mother detested her, which is why Agatha was fascinated by her.

Then there's Jennifer Kale, who is probably a bit younger than Agatha, but still centuries old. Had they met prior? It feels like they had a situationship that soured quickly. Maybe Jennifer was once a member of one of Agatha's covens, but dipped out before she had her powers - and life - drained. She was bound anyway, but not by Agatha, at least. I feel like they've kissed at least once, anyway.

I don't think Agatha had met Alice before, but maybe she knew her mother. She probably was a fan of the cover (she knew it so well) and might've crossed paths with Lorna once or twice. Lorna, who was terrified of a generational curse that may have been placed on her daughter. I can imagine Agatha saying, a bit callously, "at least you have a child to worry over still." I love that she was the one that figured out the protection spell for Alice.

Agatha is smart. So smart. She has centuries of knowledge, but it's not just that. She also - despite her callousness - is pretty intuitive. She is able to sense when somebody is stressed or double-guessing themselves and say exactly what they need to hear. She shows kindness in those moments. True kindness. For her, I believe it takes effort to be seriously cruel. She might have to justify it to herself.

She's obviously not a saint. She was the villain (yes, villain) in WandaVision. One of them, anyway. The major one. But I really love antagonists like this: complicated, three-dimensional, not completely evil.

When Agatha Harkness cares, she does so deeply and sometimes against her will. I can't imagine she immediately fell in love with Rio Vidal. That was definitely a slow burn, but one that fully consumed her eventually until the only way to really get away from Rio was to shroud herself with dark magic so that Rio couldn't find her. I think she knew that, when and if Rio found her, she would be unable to resist for too long before falling back into her embrace.

I really love this character.

[sokkastyles]

One of the traits of Katara's character that I love very much is her anger. I mean, not the anger and rage that corrodes the soul and you can't see anything behind it, but the righteous anger that is caused by the injustice of the world in which she lives. Her whole arch is that it's okay to be angry. No one has ever told me this before. Her anger is the engine. And anger can go hand in hand with love.

Katara is angry because her brother is a jerk who pisses her off, she is angry because some assholes started a war in the world and caused a lot of grief, she is angry because one asshole killed her mom and now she herself has to take her place, and she was deprived of a normal childhood, she He's angry because he can't keep up with the same wave of fun as all the other guys. And in her anger, she is so beautiful, I like that her emotions are expressed as openly as possible, many in the fandom call her hysterical (women who express their discontent out loud in the crowd are branded hysterical, even if they have all the arguments in the world to be dissatisfied), but for me this is the most It's amazing what she has, because with all that, she's so kind.

Yes, the world is terrible, but you still have to help people, so if you turn away from them, then who will help them? She has so much anger that she manages to use for good. Probably, the puppeteer is such a wonderful episode, because Hama is who Ktara could be if she let her anger go in the wrong direction, despite the fact that Katara is an incredible magician, she could do things much worse than Hama did, but she would never.

I do think that people tend to dichotomize Katara's anger as part of her "dark side" instead of recognizing that it is, like you said, what motivates her to do good. Righteous anger can be a force for good, it can be healing. Especially if you're told you shouldn't be angry. This is something that I think is present in both Katara and Zuko's stories, respectively and together, as both needed that closure and the ability to say "it's not wrong for me to be angry about what happened to me, it's not wrong that I don't forgive."

I think that's a bit part of The Southern Raiders and also why Aang's harping on forgiveness in that episode comes across as tone deaf. Aang himself carries a lot of anger which the show mentions but never really addresses, in favor of painting him as the kind magical poc who is endlessly forgiving and optimistic towards his oppressors. Which is both convenient and horrific because he is literally the last of his people. There is no one left to say "I do not forgive you," no one left to be angry, no one left to ask "where is the justice?" Instead we get some moralizing about how being angry makes you just as bad as your oppressors, which is why I've never bought that Aang's preaching about forgiveness is him "respecting his culture." It feels like colonial apologia written by and for Americans, which is what it is.