#she does the queen bee stuff as a way to 'escape' the bullying and be given love but it really its just another web she's trapped in

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Thinking about cycles again...

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Asking Why is Important

The problem with many attempts to be subversive is that many writers think "The audience won't expect this." but not "Why doesn't the audience expect this?".

Why do people assume Holdo is a villain? Because she acts like your typical pencil pushing non-action politican character who'd usually be an atagonist in military film.

She wears a fucking ball gown, dolled up with pristine haircut and make up that stands out from everybody else being in uniforms. Makes her immediately give the audience an impression of cluessness. Leia wore stuff like that when she was playing a diplomat hoping to stay under Vader's radar while trying to secure the Death Star plans, but her uniform was like everyone else in the other two movies where she started commanding the action. Even Mon Mothma's, again a politician, robes look more fitting with the military than Holdo's gown and make up. And yes, I know that some backstory material reveals that Holdo is actually from a utopia planet where these gowns and 'expressive outfits' are common for her military and such. Nothing about the movie will make an audience member assume any of that.

Every shot of her is filmed in a way to make her stand above everybody else and usually she appears right after something's gone wrong and the situation is becomming more desperate, where she responds to the situation with empty platitudes ("Hope is like the sun, so my fortune cookie says; does this help boost moral at all?") and no actual assurance or plan of action; just repeatedly "Keep on keeping on.". This further makes her look like a slimey politician who has no actual solution and is biding their time to look for an escape.

I don't know if the director told the actress to do this, but every god damn line delivery makes the character look like the pettiest little brat. Like, she doesn't just tell Poe that she's not at liberty to give someone of Poe's rank the information he wants. No, she has to taunt and dress him down about him disobeying Leia and getting demoted in a tone that just reeks of 'popular girl gotta remind the bitches who's Queen Bee because she's scared someone's becomming more popular than her'. Doesn't help that the movie fails to show that Poe disobeying Leia was a bad thing, by this point the audience only really see's Poe being jabbed by a sneering asshole for actions that, as far as the audience can tell, saved the damn ship.

Now, this is how many subversions are carried out. They show you a trope, have you make assumptions based on your meta knowledge of that trope. Then they pull the rug out. Thing is, usually with that method, it works because the trope they're subverting is already illogical and is solely working on the basis that the audience, knowing it's a trope, is just accepting it. For example: Rush Hour is actually a pretty subversive film at points, like how we're introduced to Christ Tucker's character doing typical action cop shenanigans where he gets two police officers shot and recklessly shoots (and blows up) at a car in the middle of a busy street that's holding explosives. And he's not treated as a badass for it. The cops at the station think he's a joke, his friend chews him out for being an idiot and his lacklusture reputation is the basis for why he's tricked by the chief and the FBI into the humiliating job of baby sitting Jackie Chan's character because the FBI don't want to deal with it.

Spoiler for Jade Empire: One of my favoraite games is Bioware's Jade Empire and the big twist of the game's story is that your mentor is the bad guy. I think this was before the 'Quest giver is the villain' became more prevalent. And if you play the game knowing the guy is the villain, you suddenly notice a lot of big obvious holes in his dialogue and actions that show you he's hiding his true intentions; but it's easy to miss because they're fantasy game tropes. The bully character complains that your mentor gives you obvious special treatment? That's what all bully characters say. The Mentor keeps going on about your great destiny and the plans he has for you and somehow none of teh other students he trains seem to become as strong as you are? You're an RPG player avatar, of course he's going to build up how awesome you are. The guy with the title 'Master Strategist' makes a lot of dumb mistakes that conviently cause the destruction of your villiage, motivating you to follow his plan and forces you to use the help of his agents so you can kill the one person standing in his way? That's just him being dumb for the sake of the plot, writers do it all the time. The Mentor being strict with everyone else, but tolerating the bullshit of the bully character who he knows has a father who works for the Mentor's brother and could blow his cover? He's just confident, of course. The Mentor is weirdly upset that you finished your trial early conviently just before the armies show up to torch your village? He's just a traditional master who's annoyed you didn't get your full days worth of training. He seems almost happy that one of your friends got kidnapped, thus giving you a reason to not be in the village when the attack starts? That... That has to just be a voice acting flub.

It's a bunch of hints that a really easy to dismiss as destiny and writing shortcuts until the twist is revealed with your Master literally putting his fist through your heart and reveals that he trained your fighting style to have one specific weakness that only he knew how to exploit (it's mentioned by companions multiple times throughout the story that the way you fight seems to present an obvious weakness, yet none of them are able to figure out what it is).

*Spoilers end*

But in Holdo's case, we don't have that. This isn't a situation where we assume the worst JUST because we're expecting a trope. Holdo isn't seen as villainous because we assume anyone going against the main character is villainous, it's because the movie takes every oppertunity to make her act villainous. And the twist? She had a plan the whole time... And that's it. Nothing that explains her villainous demenour, ineffectivness or slimey presentation; apparently the reveal that she actually did have a plan and just didn't plan on telling anybody about it in any capacity for some reason. Like, people can say "No, no, she doesn't HAVE to tell them the plan, they should just follow orders" if they want, but it makes no sense not to, at the very least,give everyone the clear impression that you don't know what you're doing.

It's a desperate situation where they're being slowly picked off one-by-one, they're running out of resources, Rose is in the escape pod room assaulting and imprisoning anyone who tries to abandon ship, their leader is in a coma and their replacement leader is doing nothing to assure them except generic 'don't give up because there's always a way' speeches. No fucking wonder the entire ship went along with the mutiny, you dip shit. Murdock from Rambo 2 was better at keeping people motivated and he was a lazy fucktard who was agressivly abandoning Rambo and a camp of POWs because he didn't want to deal with the paperwork.

I think that also highlights another thing people to remember: even if something makes sense on paper, it still needs to have all those details clearly communicated to the audience. The direction and tone of a scene can heavily communicate the story being told to you, and that communication is going to stick with you and even override what your told sometimes. If you have a scene where someone gets bonked on the head and dramatic music starts playing as the surrounding characters gather around to cradle the injured character as the camera pans upwards towards the sky; I'm going to assume the character fucking died. So, when you then have that character suddenly bust in during the climax with no explanation or aknoledgement, you can insist that 'yeah, that blow to the head can easily be non-fatal, no one said that the dude was dead and one guy had healing powers' all you want because the scene very clearly made it out like this fucker was dead and that I should be mourning him.

Luke's character shift in Last Jedi can make sense. It been a long time since we last saw him, shit went down, I can accept that him doing a complete 180 is possiable. But I'm gonna need more than a tiny flashback coupled with barely any exploration of Luke's character shift to buy it.

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Shut Up and Punch Me

Peter Parker x Fem! Reader Warnings: some bullying (name calling), which is never cool lol Request: Girl going to school with Peter Parker, and having abilities of your own. You two are recruited for opposite teams and having to fight each-other. He is very intrigued by your fighting techniques, and when you get back to school he realizes it was you he fought. Thank you!! 

A/N: I used Y/s/n to mean your superhero name, as well as the usual Y/n for your name.

   Midtown High School was just like any other high school. You learned stuff, drowned in homework, and experienced occasional typical high school drama. There was one anomaly that set Midtown High apart from all others (except for Xavier’s of course). Two superheroes hid among the student body: you, for one, and Spider Man. You happened to see him sneak into the building in his suit once, but you hadn’t seen who was under the mask. Not yet, anyway, and it was driving you insane. You weren’t used to being caught off guard.

   When you first started patrolling NYC, you didn’t expect to run into him nearly as frequently as you did, and you certainly didn’t expect to run into him during your most important battle yet. Of course, he was always interrupting your bad-ass bad guy takedowns, but now your super cool, super critical-to-your-superhero-career, super dangerous team battle too? This had to be some sort of joke. The guy was entertaining at times, but lately everything he did rubbed you the wrong way.

   Just a week earlier, you had been stopping crimes with the friendly neighborhood Spider Man, and now you were fighting alongside Captain America, The Falcon, Scarlet Witch, The Winter Soldier, and Hawkeye to face Iron Man and his equally powerful superhero lineup. You had been instructed by Captain America to stick with him and only engage in battle if absolutely necessary, but for some reason, as soon as you saw the red and blue spandex-clad teen hero, you went for it. Wasn’t there such a thing as turf or something? If there was, the arachnid was definitely all up in yours. You tackled him to the ground, only to be greeted with the same idiotic remarks as usual. 

   “Y/s/n, fancy seeing you here. It’s almost like we planned it, I-I mean I didn’t plan it, but we run into each other so often, fighting and stuff, you know, it would almost seem like-” you cut him off.

   “Oh I know. It’s beginning to get on my nerves, web-head.” You replied rather pointedly, pinning his arms to the ground while straddling him. The position you were in was no doubt suggestive, but you were too pissed to care.

   “Is it really? Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

   “Spidey-boy?” You whispered.

   “Y-yeah?”

   “Shut up and punch me,” you continued, voice low. With that, you pushed yourself up and off of the utterly confused teenage hero, taking a defensive stance.

   “Wait, what?” Spider Man replied, getting up and scratching his head. 

   “Spidey, you are always getting on my nerves,” you say as you throw a punch aimed for his jaw. He barely manages to dodge it, as he throws his hands up in a defensive attempt. 

   “What was that for?” He asked, taken aback, as he sprung up.

   “That was for you interrupting every. single. one. of my takedowns,” emphasizing each word with another punch. “Also, for every witty line that escapes your mouth, and for being a superhero in the same freaking school as me,” you paused for breath. “Oh, and in case you didn’t notice, we’re kinda on opposite teams.”

   “Wait wait wait. Hold on,” he paused, bewildered.  “How do you know we go to the same school? I wasn’t even sure that we were the same age! You’re always so quiet when we fight and kinda angry, I guess, and I-”

   “You’re doing it again.” You cut him off.

   “Y/n?” You stopped advancing on Spider Man as Steve spoke through your earpiece.

   “Steve? What’s wrong?” You immediately responded while you tried to locate him in battle.

   “In case you forgot, I told you to not engage unless absolutely necessary, and we need your help. Now.”

   “Sorry Captain!” You quickly apologized, already beginning to run to his location.

   “Nice to see you, Y/s/n,” Steve teased.

   “Sorry, I thought you’d be able to handle yourselves,” you replied with a smirk. Just as you were about to spring back into action alongside your team, your ever-present interrupter swung down to stop right in front of you.

   “Hold on! You can’t just try to attack me, say we go to the same school, and run off!” Spider Man exclaimed, clearly exasperated. 

   “Seriously, how old are you guys? Like twelve?” Hawkeye chuckled.

   “Y/S/N, get your middle school boyfriend outta here,” The Falcon joined in.

   “Spidey,” you said, ignoring them while advancing on Spider Man, “I can run off when I want, and I did. Problem?” 

   “Yeah!”

   “Then do something about it.”

   “Tony, why’d we recruit him and not her? I like her,” said Black Widow. 

   “Fine! I will!” Spider Man then webbed your hands together.

   “Finally,” you said, rolling your eyes, as you swing your now connected fists into Spidey’s side. With the distraction of you and your frenemy’s verbal battle now dissolved, the fight truly broke out between both teams.

   Spider Man let out a groan, and as you managed to hit him already, you weren’t going to go easy on him. As much as the thought of fighting someone you knew from school might have pained you, you had to remain focused since Spidey was on the opposite team. Spider Man noticed you were lost in thought, and he decided to take advantage and webbed your ankles together. You looked down, trying to escape from the webbing that was binding your hands and legs, but your struggle made you fall forward, crashing into Spider Man and falling on top of him. (Insert flirty pun here lmao). Your face flushed slightly, but you quicly refocused and headbutted Spider Man before rolling off of him and onto your side. Squirming around quickly, your body bent so you could reach your tied hands into the pouch attached to your belt wrapped around your waist. You pulled out a knife, flipping it around to cut the webbing off of your ankles and then your wrists. Getting back up from the ground, you noticed Spidey had recovered from your  headbutt.

The two of you continued to fight, the battle between you was fairly even. You groaned out of frustration, this was becoming pointless. As much as you hated admitting it, Spider Man had the same skill level as you. The two of you were just tiring each other out - and that’s when shit hit the fan.

As soon as Ant Man grew to the size of a formidable skyscraper, Cap yelled for you to leave the airport. Knowing this fight had evolved past your ability level, and with Steve’s heads up, you managed to escape before anyone even noticed you were gone. It sucked to have bailed early, but you knew your parents would ground you forever if you weren’t home in time for school tomorrow.

   Despite the fresh bruises, and having been involved in the biggest superhero fight of the century just the day before, Peter made his way to his first period class. He couldn’t help but wonder as he wandered the familiar halls if you were at school too, and if you were wondering who he was. Of course you wouldn’t be, he thought to himself, as just the day before you had seemed extremely annoyed with him. He shook his head to clear his thoughts as he ran a hand through his hair. That was when he noticed Y/N, standing in the hallway trying to defend her friend. He didn’t really know Y/N well, but he shared some classes with her and thought she was a cool person, and also super pretty. She and the aforementioned friend were just minding their own business at a locker, but Y/N’s friend was being relentlessly taunted by one of the queen bees. Peter was just about to jump in when Y/N finally snapped. 

   “Look, I can insult my best friend, but if you do it again,” you stepped closer to the girl, “You’re going down.”

   “Do you remember when I asked you for your opinion? No? I don’t either,” the girl said and pushed you out of the way.

   “Do you really want your ass handed to you in front of this many people?” You asked and gestured to the crowd gathered around the two, hoping to watch the drama unfold.

   “Like you could hurt anyone more than your friend’s face does on the daily.” Following that last remark, you put your hands on either side of the girl’s face and headbutted her. 

   “You should learn to use your head more often; there’s got to be something in there other than air,” you stated, as she lay on the ground clutching her head. You turned to your friend, “Come on, let’s get to class.”

   As you walked away, Peter couldn’t help but recall the similarities between the headbutting of that girl and the one he received from Y/S/N yesterday. Y/S/N had said that they went to the same school, but what are the chances it was actually Y/N? Only one way to find out.

   “Hey, Y/N!” You turned around at the sound of your name, only to come face to face with Peter Parker. He was some totally adorable super genius that you hadn’t really ever gotten around to speaking to.

   “What’s up, Peter?”

   “I was just thinking, that that was, ya know, pretty cool of you.”

   “Thanks,” you smiled, and maybe even blushed a little.

   “Some would even say heroic.”

   “Oh I doubt that,” you smirked. Little did he know.

   “So do you headbutt people often?”

   “I wouldn’t say so,” you paused, as you narrowed your eyes, “What are you getting at, Parker?” Now it was his turn to smirk.

   “I dunno. Maybe you should shut up and punch me?” He had the biggest shit-eating grin on his face.

   “You’re freaking Spider Man?!” You whisper-yelled in the busy hallway. He simply shrugged, his face still adorned with that smile, as he backed away and began to disappear in the crowd.

  “Hey! Parker! You can’t just say that and run off!”

  “I can run off when I want. Problem?”

- Mod Mainframe

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But to go on a weird tangent; That voices book reminds me a whole lot of internal family systems therapy.. WHICH REMINDS ME OF MY (Old??) PARTS I HAD when I was a kid/teen. That I OFTEN ASSOCIATE WITH KINS BECAUSE THAT IS THE BEST WAY I’VE FOUND TO DESCRIBE/SHOW THEM OFF, OKAY??! Don’t make this weird...

So going off of the book’s categorization of voices and the roles of internal families, I’ve summarized my parts to be:

The Queen Bee, Manager. Full of Pride and Self-Justification. Brandy Harrington from Brandy and Mr. Whiskers. This part covers up “weaknesses” of being autistic, learning disabled, domestic violence, emotional neglect, multiple family member abandonment, and child on child sexual abuse. She represents that 11 year old me who tried so hard to fit in and emulate her abusers. All she wanted was to be affirmed, valued and validated.

Same with the other “Queen” Manager lol. Another part full of Pride. This one specifically I held onto at 13 because I just could not get any real discussion going with my mom on why I questioned my sexuality, and I just felt super invalidated so I rebelled as a form of “self care”. The difference between the Queens is one wants to fit in, the other wants to stand out but still be the Best That Ever Was, hahaha. They cover up all the same so-called weaknesses still (ZIM covers up grooming abuse as well), and really just need to both know they’re valued by Jesus, so they can celebrate their strengths instead of using them as a shield.

And this is the final Queen, the Dream Queen Manager. Sawyer from Cats Don’t Dance. Basically the idealized working class woman who finds success eventually after hustling to the max. My teenage dream come true to finally reaching adulthood after the mess of childhood and coming out on Top Better than The Rest. A sort of weird euphoria fever dream of “I can’t wait for my life to start in college and career!” completely disregarding my mental health. Still needs to know she’s loved by God and it’s okay to be disabled, use her strengths instead for her community.

Foreign Exchange Boy, the Manager. Self doubt, self condemning, second guessing. Steven Universe. 15-16 year old victim wearing the disguise of a boy because she hates her body that much by now and wishes she were the opposite, a strong fat boy. This part literally ran on shame in a way that was running away from sexual traumas instead of facing them and accepting them (like all Managers do, basically). This voice reveals our human limitations. Through biblical self awareness, she can hold herself accountable as a girl without striving for the impossible. She can learn to love her body.

Good Girl Nice Girl and/or Runaway. Mihashi Ren. I see them as a mixture of both Manager and Firefighter. Normally people pleasing at the expense of herself, but ready to run somewhere else if things get out of control. This parts been around for as long as I can remember, since my preteens, actually. This part says it’s good to serve others and share in their happiness. 

Being a good kid and meeting my peers’ expectations of a nice girl who would do anything so they wouldn’t leave, and that she could absorb their identities and self esteem. Jesus taught it was good to serve without expecting anything back. You typically won’t, anyway, with the way this part likes to go about it. When she runs, she can run to God’s rest in prayer like in times’ past. He doesn’t grow weary from work that He should want breaks from us. 

The Revolutionary Manager. Dan from Dan Vs. From 16 to 17 as I was still trans, I was absolutely fed up with the world by this point that I snapped. Not that I haven’t before, many parts beg to differ... This voice Resents, Condemns and Controls Others to try to fix the broken world, so they in turn can fix themselves. Real petty stuff, but funny in a cartoon. The good thing this part means to say is it’s good to look out for your neighbor, esp if they’re on a harmful path. Jesus shows how He challenged others without forcing them to be like Him, but to forgive and trust their lives in the Father’s hands.

The Lovesick Love Interest Manager. Yuno Gasai. I didn’t know there was a character who could so accurately describe a part, and her show came out a year after this part took over, so there were no influences. At 14-15 years old, I developed love addiction for this girl and convinced her to date me so I could stave off suicidal thoughts from my emotional neglect and abandonment. She’d cheat, me being immature thinking she was too cowardly to tell them to leave her alone, I’d fight off boys at every turn.

Exalting myself to prove my worth, people pleasing her to keep her around and have an identity and self worth, and overcorrecting and fighting rivals to keep the relationship safe. All in the game of covering up the sexual abuse, grooming abuse and neglect which lead to this. Eventually when I lost her due to putting up boundaries after saying yes to too many things I didn’t truly agree to, this Manager slowly faded into the Revolutionary. Whoops. Jesus still sees and loves her in her weaknesses, she doesn’t have to earn His love because He stays anyway, and He doesn’t have favorites.

A Manager I don’t have a kin for. Mute was silent in public. Schools and everywhere else, she kept quiet to avoid ridicule and rejection. Exalts Others by fading into the background. Wishes she could make friends, but can’t out of fear. Assumes she’s in good standing and is noticed already for it, but is instead ignored or denied a personality. This voice says it’s good to listen more than quickly speak. God sees me and wants to be my friend. Nothing I do could surprise Him enough to give up on me.

We’re onto the Firefighters. This is Ghost. A couple times during toddler years, once during my preteens, Ghost’s dissociation was a mainstay at 13 onwards. Sometimes floating around causing chaos without realizing it, for me to come to and be horrified at the awkward consequences. Because of outside or inside stress, she zones out somewhere. 

She held back traumatic memories with amnesia, as well. This response is a God given pain medication and sedative, but during inopportune times, we need to dance, stomp our feet, feel textures, notice colors and food tastes to wake up. Or remember something funny or lovely from nostalgia if emotionally numb, too. 

The others I don’t have kins for. I can only describe them. Bingey feels the worlds out of control, so she overeats to calm down. I may not be able to control what the world does, but I am accountable to how much food I take in. I make our meals every 4 hours with snacks in-between. I’ve found I love cooking, and it’s okay to enjoy life’s pleasures in moderation. Daydream jumps on dissociation wagon by hanging out in the bedroom all day to go to another fantasy world. This voice shows us it’s okay to have dreams and be in awe of God’s creation. He has a hopeful future for us that we’ll love and we can worship Him for His work, instead of escaping into illusions and never going outside.

Itch is the unaware self harmer. Skin picking. Whenever stressed, here it comes. This voice reminds me that we need care. Like a toddler crying and tugging on our clothes for help and love. Gently redirect the Itch somewhere else to take care of the child underneath.

There’s Masochist. Self harmer who uses sex. Born out of shame, sexual traumas, family dynamics. Masochist loves to bully “weaknesses” like being too skinny, eating too much, having a female body, being a sexual object, being stupid. Feeds on rape fantasies by themselves or showing up to keep relationships safe when I don’t feel like being intimate with others. But in Jesus, I can love myself for my weight, sex, and disabilities because He does and He made me this way. He shows me I can be sexually pure in marriage with a godly man who loves me for me. If marriage is not destined, I’m still okay with God. 

Finally, Student is the workaholic perfect kid to deflect attention away from obvious dysfunctional family dynamics, so nothing worse happens in foster homes. Born from domestic violence, school torture and seclusion, training and brainwashing beliefs of internalized ableism and masking, and the idea from family to never tell the truth about home life. There’s nothing wrong with working, but we can’t be perfect or hide everything forever. I can work for God and tell Him the truth without fear of tragedy. 

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Miraculous

So, this is my first post for Miraculous Ladybug, and it’s a compilation of ideas on how to improve the series. 

- Put the episodes in chronological order. Narrative continuity is key to any series with an overarching story. Season 3 has been a prime example of what happens when there isn’t a proper chronological order. 

- Have the adults not be useless and/or stupid for reasons. I get that it’s a kid’s show, and that adults having problems is an old staple of kid’s shows, but it’s been done to death, and honestly, there’s no reason for it. 

- Have consistent character development across all the characters. I get Marinette’s the main character, but at this point, all the other characters feel like props that get moved around for whatever plot the writers want, ignoring proper characterization. 

Alright, that’s the basic stuff. Now onto the details. 

- Have Hawkmoth be a credible villain. He has dumb ideas? Well, he’s a fashion designer and businessman, strategy’s new to him. Have him grow as a villain, with the akumas becoming more and more intricate as he’s figuring out what he can and can’t do. And don’t have him reveal himself to Lila. That’s just stupid. 

- Have Master Fu be a decent mentor. He might be too old and a bit too worn-down to fight, but he can still give advice. And he does. Have him advise Ladybug and Chat Noir on how to efficiently use their powers. Have him give them some combat training. Have him explain to them what the Miraculouses are. 

- Have all the characters act as if they knew each other before the series. Maybe Marinette didn’t have a best friend before she met Alya, but have her have some friendships with her classmates. Have Luka established as a character, with him actually acting like Juleka’s brother. Have him appear in Reflekta, where he helps the class with the pictures to get her over her problems with photos. Have Adrien and Chloe actually act as if they were childhood friends sometimes. 

- A reason for Fu to give the Miraculouses to kids. Have the phrase “chosen” be literal. Make it possible to force a connection to a Miraculous, like Gabriel did with the Butterfly, but have it take months of work to do. And have the kwamis choose when they become active, meaning Fu has to give out the two most powerful Miraculouses. 

- If there are Adrien-centric episodes, have them be about him growing as a person, rather than the continuing struggles of his love life and his family. Going off of this, have the big problem of season 1 come from Copycat. Have Chat Noir admit to Ladybug what he did, and have her being unwilling to trust him after doing something like that. Have their partnership strained, because just as they were figuring out this hero thing, Adrien went and messed up with a selfish and immature statement. 

- Have Marinette and Adrien’s relationship develop. Have it develop slowly, but still develop. Have Marinette slowly growing more comfortable with Adrien as a person, and have Adrien start to notice Marinette as more than a friend. 

- Volpina. Have it still be the culmination of Season 1, but change it up. Instead of Marinette, have Adrien accuse Lila of stealing the book, with that leading to her akumatization. And during the fight, have Ladybug and Chat Noir finally repairing their friendship. Have Ladybug admit that she was being stubborn and not really giving her partner any real chances, and have Chat Noir apologize, sincerely, for his behavior and ask for them to start over as partners and friends. A return to trust that’s sorely needed with Volpina’s illusions. 

- Have Season 2 start a change in what’s happening. Marinette’s career as a designer is starting to take off. Adrien’s stepping more and more out of his cage. Ladybug and Chat Noir are developing as heroes, and as friends. Adrien and Marinette are developing as the beginnings of a relationship. Chat Noir stops the flirting, because however much he loves Ladybug, he doesn’t want to lose her friendship again because of his jealousy. 

- Chloe redemption. Have it start with Zombizou. Have Bustier finally lose it with Chloe, and get onto her about her selfishness and bullying. Have Chloe slowly develop as a person and improve in how she acts. Have her cause less akumas as time goes by. Have her step back and admit she was being problematic with her attitude towards everyone. Have her work to try and save her friendships with Adrien and Sabrina after abusing and neglecting them. 

- Have lead ups to the new heroes. Have Alya start helping people during akuma fights, not just watching the fights. Have Nino step up help out his friends, maybe being self-sacrificial and taking hits for others. Have Chloe try to help, especially when she caused the akuma, and getting hurt for it but trying anyway. 

- Don’t have Kagami as Adrien’s love interest. Have them be friendly rivals, with both of them pushing each other to improve as fencers, and occasionally hanging out because Kagami really doesn’t have many friends. 

- Frozer. Have it be a friend-date between Adrien and Marinette. Have it developing as Adrien actually asking Marinette out, because she’s cute and nice and a good friend, and Adrien wants to have good memories with his friends. Kagami just happened to be there because she likes speed-skating for leg strength, and meets Marinette. Luka is there because he’s the surrogate big brother for the class and is absolutely wingmanning for Marinette. 

- Style Queen. Have Audrey be akumatized because Marinette and her parents turned her down, and she can’t stand rejection. Have Chloe try to help, and admit that she didn’t want her mother’s love anymore. Have Chloe actually earn the Bee Miraculous. Have the lesson be that Chloe doesn’t need or want her parents’ love and approval if she has to act like them to get it. 

- Heroes Day. Have Hawkmoth ready for it, pushing more and more akumatizations so that When he turns Nathalie into Catalyst, he has an army to work with. Have the three new heroes be more than just akuma fodder. Have Hawkmoth narrowly escape only because Nathalie turned to the already broken and twisted Peacock Miraculous. Have Alya, Nino, and Chloe be on call in the future.

- Season 3. Have it start with Chameleon. Have Lila be an enemy and foil not to Marinette, but to Adrien. Have her lies be more subtle, less completely over-the-top and outlandish. Why was she away? Well, she broke her leg, and it took awhile for it to heal (Lying, of course). Have the episode take place over a few days, as Lila slowly works to poison the class against Adrien. Have Chloe be the one to tell Adrien that he needs to stand up and grow a backbone. Have Adrien finally develop courage and self-assurance in his real life. Have the class realize Lila’s a liar. Have Lila’s mother be called in for her lies, and subsequently learn Lila lied about school. And at the end of the episode, with Chloe’s advice in mind, have Adrien ask out Marinette on a real date. 

- Silencer. Have it be less about Luka’s feelings towards Marinette, and more about his anger that his sister’s and her friend’s hard work was stolen, and that they were threatened (It applies to him, too, but he’s in a righteous big brother rage). Have Marinette learn that she needs to be more careful about who she trusts when it comes to her work. 

- Development for Max and Luka as potential heroes. Have Max become Gamer 2.0 because he took an akuma for someone else, much as Bustier did. Have him actively putting on the game tournament as a sneaky way to give the heroes time to figure out how to beat him, because he can’t completely override Hawkmoth’s control. Have Luka start helping the heroes like I suggested Alya, Nino, and Chloe doing in Season 2. 

- Party Crasher. Have everyone at the party, because Adrien honestly views them as his friends. Have Kagami and Luka there, because Adrien wants as many friends as possible. Have Party Crasher be a neighbor who was upset about all the noise they were making. Have the party be not at Adrien’s house, but at Nino’s. Have Kim step up and start fighting the Akuma without any powers, because the heroes have all been caught, (Yes, Rena Rouge and Queen Bee included) and have that be when the Monkey Miraculous activates and Fu passes it to him. 

- And, oh yeah. Throughout all of this, have the heroes slowly grow more proficient with their powers, because the “adult” thing is complete bull. Have it be experience. Have Hawkmoth’s issues be that he can only make 1 akuma, after which he has to recharge, and that’s the Butterfly Miraculous power for a beginner. 

[searchingwardrobes]

Headphones: Part Two

Here it is! Part two of Headphones. This is way longer than part one at 3,000 + words! I have to first and foremost thank @bethacaciakay  , who originally suggested that I write Emma and Killian attending their high school reunion.

The amazing art work above was done for me by my CS secret valentine, @theblacksiren  and was a huge inspiration for this story. Check her stuff out here: http://theblacksiren.tumblr.com/tagged/myart

Also thanks to  @sarcasticknowitall for asking me to tag you when I posted this. You lit a fire under me to finish i

You can also read it here on Ao3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/13707867/chapters/32177808

Tagging: @capswantrue @ellierdbeere @julesep3026 @galadriel26 @captainswanandclintasha @hxxkxd @monalight @avengingangel148  @shady-swan-jones       @piratesbooty63fan  @allonsycaptain @juneqparis  sorry if I missed anyone!

              Emma Swan could never pinpoint the exact moment that she decided to escape inside herself. It was just something that happened slowly, one betrayal and disappointment at a time. She could, however, pinpoint the exact moment she stopped merely escaping. The moment she swapped headphones with Killian Jones.

              Which, in the end, led her directly here. Sitting on a hotel bed, talking to her one year old daughter via FaceTime. Emma laughs as Hope blows her kisses, her little freckled nose scrunched up. Suddenly, Liam Jones’s face fills the screen instead.

              “I taught her that,” he brags, only to have the phone yanked out of his hand.

              Ingrid’s face now fills the screen, “You know these Jones boys, always exaggerating. Elsa and I have spent the entire afternoon preparing her to blow kisses.”

              “Hey!” Emma can hear her brother-in-law protest off-screen, and Ingrid laughs.

              “Is that my little lass?” Killian asks from the doorway. He’s still wet from his shower, a towel wrapped around his waist.

              Emma nods and dashes over so he can see the screen. “She learned something new.”

              “Dada!” Hope squeals when she sees her father’s face. Then she blows an even more theatrical kiss than before. She’s a daddy’s girl through and through, no doubt about it. Killian pretends to catch the kiss, then sends her one back. They both say goodbye half a dozen times before their little girl is satisfied, and then Emma plops down on the edge of the bed to say goodbye to her foster mother.

              “Does it really take three adults to take care of one baby?” Emma asks her.

              Ingrid shrugs, “What can I say? She has us bewitched. And besides –“ Ingrid glances behind her and lowers her voice before continuing, “I think Liam and Elsa are practicing, if you know what I mean.”

              Emma nods conspiratorially and then ends the call. She tosses her cell phone aside and leans back on both arms to give her husband a good and thorough once-over. He’s still standing in the doorway to the bathroom, rubbing a hand through his wet hair.

              “Are you sure we really want to go to this thing?” he asks her.

              Emma tilts her head and bites her lower lip as she takes in his dark hair as it drips water onto his broad shoulders. Water droplets glisten against his dark chest hair, and she feels a heat travel down her spine as she watches one slowly make a trail down his abs to the edge of the towel that is hanging invitingly low. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips as she smiles wickedly.

              “Oh yes, we are definitely going.”

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

              A decade ago, this was a trip Emma and Killian probably would have said they would never make. After graduation, Minnesota was merely the view from the rearview mirror of their busted-up car. Liam and Ingrid had both wanted them to try for college. And since they were both orphans, scholarships and grants would have been within their reach. Except for their grades, that is. And institutionalized learning was something they had both spent years suffering through. The last thing they wanted was to suffer through four more years of it.

              So they packed up their lemon of a car and hit the road with the little money they had saved from their after school jobs. Liam and Ingrid would always be there for them, but they both made it clear they weren’t supporting Emma and Killian’s bohemian lifestyle. They were okay with that.

              Music was still their passion, so they went in search of it. They tried LA, only to be disappointed. Someone out west told them that the southeast was the place to go these days, so they made their way slowly across the country, settling down here and there only long enough to make enough money to hit the road again. Atlanta was interesting, but the hip hop and R&B scene wasn’t their thing, so they headed to Memphis. It just seemed less obvious than Nashville, and more retro. They may have lived off beans and toast, but Memphis was where they found their sound.

              But they couldn’t make a living in Memphis. For that, they had to swallow their pride and go to Nashville. In that city, luck was finally in their favor. Two things aligned: a thick playbook of songs they had written together from LA to Atlanta to Memphis. And a chance encounter with Elsa Arrendale of Fjord Records. The rest, as the cliché goes, is history.

              Now Minnesota is the view on all three sides as they drive the familiar roads to the place they called home back in high school. And instead of a lemon, they drive a luxury SUV. It fits in nicely with the rest of the cars parked in the lot of the country club. Killian whistles as he unbuckles his seat belt.

              “Well, this is a place I never once laid eyes on when I was a teenager.”

              Emma chuckles in agreement, then pauses as she reaches for the passenger side door. “Are we sure we want to go to this thing?”

              Killian’s gaze travels over her stunning blonde hair that falls in soft waves down her back and then down to the figure she cuts in her tight, little red dress.

              “Oh, yes,” he tells her huskily, tongue darting out to wet his lips, “we are definitely sure.”

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

              There’s a bubbly woman with a clipboard checking people in and getting them their name tags. Emma may not have been popular back in the day, but even she recognizes the former captain of the cheerleading squad and senior class president. The girl – Marie, Emma remembers - hasn’t changed a bit, her cheeks still cherubic and pink as she smiles; her dark hair still glistening as the light hits it. But Emma can also tell from the wrinkle in her brow that she can’t place Emma and Killian at all.

              “I’m sorry, I’m afraid I don’t remember you . . .” Marie trails off, looking embarrassed.

              “Emma Swan and Killian Jones,” Emma tells her. She inches closer to her husband and slips her arm around his waist. “Though it’s Emma Jones now.”

              Marie’s mouth falls open and a gasp escapes, “Oh my goodness! You two have changed so much, I didn’t recognize you. You were so cute in high school, and you got married?”

              “You didn’t get the pictures that I sent?” Emma innocently asks. Marie wasn’t a bully in high school, simply too busy with her perfect social life to pay kids like Emma and Killian any mind, so Emma has no ill will towards her.

              Marie instantly blushes. “You know,” she chuckles nervously, “I forgot about that. I didn’t think you’d . . . “

              She trails off awkwardly, and it occurs to Emma what the woman had assumed. That she had sent fake pictures, planning on not showing up. She glances at Killian and sees that he’s had the same thought.

              “So,” Killian says, clearing his throat, “do we need name tags or anything?”

              Marie waves her hand in the air. “No, we thought it would be more fun without name tags. Get everyone to mingle, you know? But there will be a seating chart at dinner. For now, just get a drink at the bar, mingle . . . “

              She trails off again as another couple walks through the door, waving in recognition. Killian waggles his eyebrows at Emma.

              “I don’t know about you, love, but I already need a drink.”

              “Sounds great. Get us both some rum; I’m just going to the ladies room for a bit.”

              He nods and she brushes a kiss across his cheek before heading for the restrooms. Before she leaves her stall, her phone dings. She fishes it out of her purse and grins when she sees that it’s a picture from Elsa. Hope is in her high chair, stripped down to her diaper and covered head to toe in spaghetti noodles and tomato sauce.

              Emma chuckles then texts a reply: You served a one year old spaghetti? Amateurs ;)  

              She’s just hit send when she hears hear name on the other side of the bathroom stall.

              “Have you seen Emma Swan yet?”

              Emma feels like she’s fifteen again as she inches closer to the slit beside the door. Through it, she can just make out a red head with a small baby bump using the sink next to another woman with a short, dark mom haircut. Only when the dark haired mother turns her head does Emma recognize her. She’s cut her hair and gained about twenty pounds, but there’s no mistaking those piercing, critical eyes. It’s Regina, the queen bee who used to terrorize her the most back in high school.

              “Yes,” Regina says with a roll of her eyes, “just as scrawny as she was the day we graduated.”

              The red head laughs, “She was, wasn’t she? And so was her boyfriend . . . what was his name? The nerd who wore all those obscure band t-shirts?”

              Regina waves a hand dismissively as she leans against the sink. “Who cares? He’s probably playing video games in a dark basement somewhere.”

              “Well, Emma’s taste in men has definitely improved. Did you see her date?” The brunette fans herself dramatically. “Gorgeous doesn’t even begin to cover it. And definitely not scrawny. He had his shirt unbuttoned to here,” the woman gestures to a spot mid-chest, “and let me just say it hinted at enough to make me want to yank the whole thing off. Chest hair and muscles like you wouldn’t believe.”

              Regina leans forward and dabs at her lipstick. “I saw him, believe me.”

              Emma smirks behind the stall door at the appreciative hum in Regina’s voice.

              “Did you see his eyes?” the other woman continues to gush.

              “Please, Zelena, you’re waddling around with a wedding ring on your finger to boot.”

              “What are you trying to say?”

              Regina smirks at her friend. “I’m saying that he may have arrived with Emma Swan, but he’s leaving with Regina Mills.”

              “You’re wicked,” Emma rolls her eyes at the way Zelena says it in a gleeful voice, “what if she’s married to that man candy?”

              “Doubtful,” Regina scoffs, “he’s probably just an acquaintance she coerced into coming with her.”

              Emma decides this is the moment for her dramatic entrance. “Actually, Zelena’s right,” she says as the stall door swings outward, “he’s my husband.”

              She waves her left hand so they can see the ring, then elbows past Regina to get to the sink.

              “Emma Swan,” Zelena stutters, actually seeming embarrassed, “it’s been . . . a long time.”

              Emma smiles with exaggerated sweetness at Zelena’s reflection as she turns off the tap and reaches for a paper towel. “Actually, it’s Emma Jones now. As in Killian Jones? Maybe you didn’t recognize him without the . . . how did you put it? The obscure band t-shirts?”

              Emma casually tosses the paper towel in the trash can, inwardly laughing as both women’s jaws almost hit the floor. She keeps a serene expression for their benefit, however, as she walks out the door. As she approaches the bar, Emma smiles with pleasure at the sight of her handsome husband.

              Her handsome husband who is currently leaning away from a tall woman with salt and pepper hair who has sidled up next to him at the bar. The sight only makes Emma’s smile broaden.

              “Killian,” she says with a sigh, wrapping her arms around him from behind and brushing a kiss against the shell of his ear, “sorry it took me so long. That ladies room is packed.”

              The woman’s face suddenly falls at the name, her gaze darting between the two of them. “Killian Jones and Emma Swan?”

              Emma nods and once again lifts her left hand. The diamond in her engagement ring catches the light perfectly, and the woman blinks rapidly.

              “Emma Jones, now though.” God, she’s never loved saying that more than she has tonight!

              “Well, um . . .” the woman grasps for words as she takes a step backwards. She mumbles a congratulations and hurries off.

              Killian turns on his stool to face her, and Emma’s arms loop around his neck. “Thanks, love. I think she wanted to devour me.”

              Emma laughs then gives him a thorough kiss, the kind that she normally would consider too intimate for public displays of affection. But clearly every woman in this place is checking out her husband, and it gives her tremendous satisfaction to show off that he’s taken. That he’s hers. It isn’t that she’s jealous, quite the contrary, actually. It fills her with smug pride that all these women are finally noticing what Emma saw all along. The fact that Regina Mills walks out of the ladies room just in time to see them lock lips is only icing on the cake.

              “Not that I’m complaining,” Killian says when she pulls away, his breath ragged, “but what was that for?”

              “Hmm. . . “ Emma replies, sitting right on his lap with her arms still clasping him about the neck, “I believe I call it revenge.”

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

              By the time dinner rolls around, they have both had enough of the shocked, “wow, you two have really changed!” routine. The food ends up being a disappointment, especially considering they paid $80 a person to come. Killian whispers that at least there’s an open bar. That has to be the only reason for the exorbitant ticket price. It may be a country club, but this is still just a Minnesota suburb.

              After dinner, a slide show plays. It shows each graduate’s yearbook picture, followed by current photographs. Time has been kind to some, others not so much. Emma and Killian’s yearbook photos are shown together, the only ones in the slide show formatted that way. Emma knows it’s because of the photos she submitted: one of the two of them on their wedding day, one of both of them with Hope on her first birthday, and one of Killian with Hope asleep on his chest. It doesn’t escape Emma’s notice how many “aws” their pictures get from the women in the audience.

              But for Emma, those photographs make a lump rise up in her throat. Her hand goes instinctively to Killian’s. He squeezes it and turns to her with an understanding smile on his face.

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

              An hour later, Killian grins as Emma sighs and slumps against him, resting her head on his shoulder. He wraps his arm around her and brushes a kiss to the top of her head.

              “I miss our baby girl,” she tells him.

              “Aye, Swan, so do I.”

              Emma tilts her head up to look at him, an adorable pout on her face. “Can’t we just drive back to Nashville tonight?”

              Killian holds her just a bit tighter and waggles his eyebrows at her. “But darling, I was looking forward to enjoying one more night in that hotel room.”

              Emma’s face scrunches up adorably at his flirting, then she yanks his lips down to hers for a quick kiss. This isn’t her showing him off; this is the two of them in their happy bubble. Killian drifts his lips across her cheek, nuzzling her hair with his nose. He surreptitiously swipes his tongue across the shell of her ear.

              “So many things we can indulge in without a baby in the next room,” he whispers huskily. He can feel her shiver, and there are goosebumps along her arm when he runs his hand down to tangle his fingers with hers.

              “I’m the luckiest woman alive,” she whispers against his collarbone, her voice completely sincere.

              Killian pulls back so he can really gaze into her eyes. He fiddles with a lock of her hair. “Funny, I was thinking that I was the luckiest man alive. When you walked away from me at the bar, you should have heard what the former star football players were saying about you.”

              “Oh really,” Emma says teasingly, lifting both his hands to press his palms to hers. “And what did they say?” she asks as she laces their fingers together.

              Killian shifts closer so their noses are brushing, “Nothing suitable for repeating.”

              Emma’s eyes narrows as she studies his expression. “Killian Jones, what did you say to them?”

              He shrugs, grinning mischievously. “Well, first I asked them to stop objectifying my wife. Then I told them if they hadn’t been blind Neanderthals back in high school maybe they could have been as lucky as I. Funny. They didn’t recognize you.”

              Emma smiles tenderly as she reaches up and traces his jaw with her finger tips. “Know what else is funny?’

              “What?”

              “I thought we needed to come tonight for, I don’t know, vindication or something.”

              Killian nods. “The whole success is the best revenge thing?”

              “Yeah,” Emma exhales, looking over his shoulder at the drunken crowd now clogging the dance floor. One man is attempting to pull his inebriated wife away from the microphone. Killian follows her gaze.

              “Did you notice we’re the only ones here besides them?”

              Emma cocks her head. “What do you mean?”

              “Look at them, Emma. Think back to the slide show. Everyone here but us were popular when we were in high school.”

              Emma nods, chewing on her bottom lip in that adorable way that has always driven him crazy, even in high school. “That’s exactly what I mean, Killian. We didn’t need to come here at all. I realized when that slide show played that you and Hope are my present and my future. Nothing else matters, especially not the past.”

              Killian reaches up to thread both hands in Emma’s hair. “As painful as adolescence was for me, I always have one beautiful memory. And that’s you.” He presses his forehead to hers. “Always you.”

              Emma gets up and tugs on his hand. “Then let’s get out of here, shall we, Mr. Jones?”

              “Your wish is my command, Mrs. Jones,” Killian replies as he stands with a mock bow, which makes his wife giggle.

              She turns to leave, her hand still in his, but Killian stops her. “Wait, love, don’t forget our prize.”

              Emma rolls her eyes as Killian picks up the tiny trophy off their table and waves it at her. It’s a joke, really, with a tiny figure of a teenager with his fist in the air like Judd Nelson at the end of The Breakfast Club. Emma yanks Killian’s hand closer to her so she can see the inscription on the trophy.

              “High School Sweethearts” it reads. And as cheesy as it is, when they get home, Killian insists on keeping it on their nightstand.

[adhdyosafire]

  it took a fuckin while to draw these but alas here she is. i would have put her basic info DRAWN there 2 but the PAIN of lacking a pentab & using nothing but MOUSE is terrible but u kno ,,,, nya! both canon & variant verse will be explained below B”) just 4give my poor ass drawing skills

    basically her full name is kyana fletcher d.(aiki) mellington. she’s a british-japanese ( though she’s lived more in england rather than japan , thus was more used to their culture and language. she has visited her mother’s hometown several times though , but not as often. her accent is ever so slightly similar to bl/izzard’s tra/cer  ) . she’s about 23 y/o born on 05/26/19XX , about 6′5″ in height though originally 6′2″. her heels made her taller.  fluent in japanese and knows a little bit of french. she’s an IT engineer at mu/rkoff , yet also a web developer/designer and was responsible for several unsolved crimes. she uses a golden revolver to commit these crimes.

     she has undiagnosed psychopathy mainly because she rarely gave a shit about her mental health ( and highly doubts that she is sick in the first place , even believes in the contrary that she sees better than anyone else. smth like that. ) .

     her character , basically , is the villain in most stories who’s aware that they’re the villain and even lives up to it. think lor/d dom’s i’m the bad guy or sa/l just being the little shit he is. maybe less worse. or worse. you decide. she’s an antagonist and isn’t exactly the nicest girl around.

      PRE/BACKSTORY

            kyana grew up in a rather wealthy family with parents that loved her so. she’s a spoiled brat to say at the least , since her parents always gave her what she wanted and tried to make reason to her incorrect behavior . in school , she was typically a ‘’queen bee’’ but rarely had any friends despite her intimidating personality. it’s not like she cared too much though , what more she liked being an intimidating figure.  needless to say , she grew up in a life that was near to ‘ perfect ‘ but shit hit the fan eventually .

          her parents weren’t too young when they gave birth , thus they died of old age when kyana was around her teens. this distressed her , of course , but unlike most was quick to move on. her parents’ wealth was promised to be given to her when she was 18 but was first given to the hands of her aunt whom she moved in with. her aunt didn’t necessarily pay attention to her too much unlike her parents , and kyana wasn’t used to such treatment. she felt neglected for this state of her childhood but tried to not let it bother her too much . she had to move schools too eventually , and therefore lost her ‘popularity’ . she always got into several arguments and refused to be proven wrong even with evidence that she in fact was. her pride was something she never gave up . she eventually learned to become manipulative and put up a personality that was liked by many so her popularity once again increased and just like before , she was loved by many. but she uses this to her advantage to bully/bring down those who’ve disliked her at first , up to the point where they’ve chosen to leave the school / other terrible stuff. she never felt remorse for this however , only pure satisfaction. basically the same shit until she grew up to have a job. college was where she learned to toy with other’s hearts/feelings just for the sake of her amusement/sexual satisfaction for both men and women . her charms/good looks became a heavy advantage for her on this , along with her ability to flirt wisely though all deceived. ‘ falling in love ‘ was never a state kyana felt in her life because she couldn’t care less for romance .

       another thing about her personality as she grew up was she despised rules. she did not see the point in them , be it the commandments or laws in general. she has her own belief in where rules always rendered useless because  ‘ life’s short  , so ‘m gonna do whatever the fuck i wanna do ‘ . she finds it boring to follow such commands like robots being obliged to do tasks they’re programmed to do. this leads her to do some crimes for , again , the sake of her amusement or needs. be it greed for money or wrath / wanting revenge on some prick who’s pissed her off. she’s that petty. she was very power hungry too , which lead her to abandon her catholicism and worship herself instead.

      CANON

          kyana was still her ever so bitchy self in mount m/assive. of course she fucked with the other employees in more ways than one , and made sure she had a likable figure there as well. though she was aware of how terrible the shit they do in her workplace , it’s not like she could care less because ‘’ helping them nor pitying them would not be my benefit. perhaps , if i did , i’d achieve ‘justice’ as most would say , but it’s still an equivalence to golden rings to me. they’re both useless to me , hun. ‘’  so she continues on with her work.  the variants always piqued her interest though , and so ‘’playing’’ with them didn’t seem bad aka she wouldn’t really mind taking a trip inside the asylum herself ( AND BOY OH BOY WAS SHE WRONG ) 

          another thing she liked doing though was purely teasing with everyone else. think constantly bullying wa/ylon despite his size/timidness/reluctance to go ‘’rebel’’ with her ( and truthfully she does pity those who liked to follow rules , saying that they’re missing one hell of a life and just hopelessly becoming slaves to some dumb text printed on some paper  ) . she would literally cross the boundaries and even tease her boss as well since she didn’t enjoy being ‘bossed’ around or having someone more dominant/powerful than she is. ( lit tho she’d place a gun against his head n threaten him all she was n 5 seconds later lol bitch it’s a watergun i cant BELIEVE u peed urself!! )

     VARIANT

        in which her dream becomes true. this one’s still pretty much a huge wip but she generally takes the same path as wa/ylon , except she was either thrown in there w/o having to go to the morphogenic engine for either 1) angering jere/my and him just wantin 2 get petty revenge idk 2) kyana wasn’t mentally healthy in the first place and her little ‘gun’ incident made them throw her there , god im so unsure or 3) her just. getting in.  bc why not. ( i was supposed 2 add abt her following after way’s paths but that’s a WHOLE DIFF STORY OOPS ) 

       she unfortunately gets in unarmed though and loses her gun in the process. though she’s (thicc) physically capable of handling herself , her combat skills were not as great w/o the usage of weapons. thus in the path of meeting fra/nk she unfortunately gets her left breast cut off ( bc it was ‘’’meaty’’’ and thus more delicious yum YUM ) and manages to escape him . she’s slightly TERRIFIED at this point but not as much. the other variants didn’t matter to her nor did they have a large effect on her , what more they annoyed her with their stares/w/e im too lazy to explain it at this moment it’d be pretty obvious since she was a female wandering in the male ward

        much like both protagonists , traveling around the asylum made her sanity DROP further than it already was originally.  it’s basically the same or at least ALMOST the same torture as wa/ylon went through ( in which i’ll talk about in a more detailed way #soon(tm) ) . the gown , obviously , came from ed/die in attempts of making her into one of his brides ( and since she was presumbably the first female he’s come across with he’d be glad to finally found someone who was already PHYSICALLY acceptable for him so all he did was shove her in that damn dress ) but at this point she’s already snapped . she’d play for a while , but moments later had fought back and eventually killing the other inmate in the process , but not without saying ‘ thanks for the dress though , darlin~ ‘ in the process of murder. much like her previous criminal acts , she found slaughter amusing and p much did it to the other variants she’d come across w/ and called it an act of ‘mercy’ since it was so much better to die than let murkoff use them for experiments. think chris’ except his intentions were more linked to the wal/rider , in where kyana talked about the entire asylum in general.

      the guts were a faux flowercrown . since she still had to look pretty even in a godforsaken place , which should hint/show her VERY obvious narcissism .

       she has either stayed in the asylum as a wandering female variant in the male ward or if we’re following/making her path in the whistl/eblower story , she’d end up killing even jerem/y rather than miles’ wa/lrider doing it. same w/ waylo/n but AGAIN , that’s a different story(tm) that i’ll post abt soon

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