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aethelwyneleigh27 · 1 year ago

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Cowboy!141 x Noble's Daughter!Reader (My Version of the AU)

(How you meet them)

Synopsis: Being the daughter of a noble is a jarring task as you must be always able to keep up appearances, so what exactly happens when your family hires 4 men? Men who seem dangerous yet you know nothing about, all happening to be part of the same group of people. What happens if they take an interest in you? Someone unattainable, forbidden yet also undoubtedly tempting..

Hi lovelies! Lia here again, apologies for the delay and inactivity, I had exams, projects and the recent release of part one of Bridgerton season 3. Speaking of the series, this was inspired by that and RDR2 (none of the elements are historically accurate, I think?), I genuinely hope this does well because this account has not been doing well as of late. With my mutuals leaving Tumblr and some friends are currently ignoring me, I genuinely don't know what to do anymore. From what I know, @ghouljams was the first one who created content in the cowboy!CoD AU but mine is a lot different? So please don't kill me 😭

This will result in headcanons for the next few posts because my brain is attached to this AU so you will be seeing more Cowboy!Outlaw!141.

(Really FEM!Reader, maybe also Plus-size!(Chubby??)Reader?? I don't even know anymore)

More content: My CoD Masterlist

Bless your noble mother's heart, although your was seen as this very respectable and intellectual man of nobility, your mother had this heart of gold having no idea that these rugged men he has newly hired were outlaws, criminals.. murderers?

Yet your father did, something about him felt sinister, well all noble money comes from not so noble cause.

Although your mother wanted you to get to know and be familiar with the newest staff members who would do all the gnarly, energy consuming and physically challenging tasks, she did not want her daughter interacting with men who would be considered improper like seemingly mysterious men who happened to be from a far town looking for a living.

Well without your father's or mother's knowledge, that rule was thrown out the window the moment you saw one of them carrying over some of the crates that contain given by some men to your father for his services and connections, particularly drawn to the one who never seemed to take off the cloth on his face.

Something about the way he stared at you, not seeing the rest of his face, depriving you of clues as to how he felt upon seeing the only lady of the house. You gave him a warm smile, for a moment you thought you saw his lips through the mask perk up, before walking off to the lounging hall for your tutoring on language.

It was odd, you observed them from afar a lot, your personal garden was your sanctuary and you can't help but do so when they talked so loudly, no sign of inside voices.

They called each other names.. Price, Gaz, Soap and Ghost. The man you encountered was named Ghost? Surely it's some alias. Well that wasn't something you should fixate on anyway so you leave for your tasks.

You find yourself feeling a little out of it after your lessons, hoping that a little stroll through the stables behind your family's estate would either help the information sink in or keep it shun out of your mind. Either way you'd find yourself in tranquil, you heard a thud behind you and turn to find so called "Ghost" behind you.

He had dropped a crate, one filled with weapons and uncharacteristically hastily picked up all of them without paying much attention. Such an action caused him to unknowingly cut his finger on one of the blades that fell out of it's sheath.

Your eyes filled with concern as you rush over to take his hand in yours before he tried to brush off the cut and get back to his duties. You knew it was dumb to be worried over something so small that the grown man doesn't even flinch and yet there you were, practically cradling his hand in yours.

A white handkerchief that was embroidered with your favorite flowers by your own mother, something you held dear and kept pristine.. using it on his finger to keep the blood from further gushing and wipe off whatever of the red residue was left on his hand.

As the blood stopped to your relief, you brought his finger and spontaneously pressed a feather-like kiss on the wound. You were so used to doing that for your little cousins, nieces and nephews that it was just a force of habit, your face flushed the very moment you looked up to meet his gaze, what possessed you to do that?

You placed the handkerchief in his hand and composed yourself, you told him to keep it and to bring the wound to the physician to get some antiseptics before running off to god knows where.

A few days after that incident, you meet another one of them except..

You couldn't help but rush, you were late for this supposedly short promenade your family has spontaneously planned. Your favourite gloves are no where to be found and with the three sisters you have, you checked room to room, seeing who might've borrowed the lacey white fabric with the sewn in bows.

Without looking your body slams into a wall, is it a wall? You softly groan, your delicate fingers brushing on your forehead that felt like it would bruise later on. Your eyes remained closed for a few seconds as the impact caused you to feel shaken, light headed.

You open your eyes to one of the outlaws, you blink up as your vision adjusted a bit, his dark skin against the light from the window really did something..

"Are you hurt, my lady?" He asked, his deep voice was smooth and rich, almost velvety. He held you up from falling.

"N-no.. Thank you, uhh..."

"Kyle, her ladyship can call me Kyle. Although I hope it's not too informal to your status, my lady." You smiled at his words, certainly a respectful fellow despite him and his group's reputation.

You felt warmth on your sides, his palms against the fabric that separates his skin on yours, he was only being kind for steadying you after you almost fell from the earlier impact but his touch felt addicting, too much as it continued to linger.

"Kyle, it is then" You said softly, suddenly a bit more aware of your surroundings.

Fuck. He was sure he felt something just by hearing the way his name fell from your lips. Normally he'd give people, employers only and only his last name. He was so used to having been called by "Garrick", he had no idea his name would sound different, so sweet coming from a pretty maiden's lips.

He stutters for a moment, realizing that his hands are touching a lady inappropriately, something only someone she's married to would have the privilege of doing. He swiftly removed his hands from your waist and formally excused himself from your presence with the excuse of his duties.

The next time you met one of them was through your mother's ball, she was always the first to throw one to bless the upcoming season of hopes that you, your sisters and brothers shall wed soon.

You had no taste for it after having a lord step on your feet at least 20 times and not even bother to apologize with how high of a pedestal he puts himself in, you found yourself escaping through the back of your estate to the gazebo in the center of your beloved garden.

You took your tight, restricting shoes off and felt the grass on your feet as you walked toward the gazebo, now close enough to see that you weren't alone but you still continued, your feet against the cooling marble platform. You sigh as you prop yourself to sit on the stone railing next to the stranger who was currently taking a puff of his cigar.

You turned your head away, you were thrown into a fit of coughs from the strong scent of the smoke while you swatch some of it away. You tried not to heave for actual air to breathe while the man next to you chuckles, making you feel irritable.

"M'sorry love.." his gruff voice whispers which make you turn towards him, the man offering you a comforting smile.

"Shouldn't you be in there with your family, miss?" Price asked. To which you hum, "I wanted some "fresh air" and silence" you answered. Moments of silence have passed, nothing but the sound of wind that rattled the trees a bit and each other's breaths.

You look towards the light of windows of your home, the ballroom filled with laughter and talk of celebration. You sighed, knowing you must return as your parents would come looking for you, also not wanting for them to punish you for sticking around unchaperoned with their new hires.

He knew you were about to leave, it would be rude for a gentleman to leave a lady without help, hmm? He wasn't a gentleman though, an outlaw, one of the worst titles one can ever bestow a man. He was considered to be of low honor but who cares?

He kneels down on one knee in front of you, gently taking your leg in his huge hand using his thigh as leverage so he can gently slip on you shoes. For a moment you felt his forehead on your knee before he pulls away and offers you his hand..

You took it hesitantly as he helped you off the railing, you look up at him meeting his eyes. Something about them burned, making your stomach churn but not in a manner of discomfort.

You watched his back as he walked away, his footsteps on the cold marble the only thing to be heard as the noise died down..

The morning after, you've barely had enough sleep, was it the events of the previous night? Nevermind, at least you had a day or two for yourself after conducting a proposition to your parents. Free time was worth it for the sore feet you had to endure.

Not really in the mood to change into anything tight or itchy, you remain in your night clothes. Finally, some well deserved time alone, comfortable and flipping pages of a book was your type of thing.

Sure, socializing has it's benefits however nothing beats your time alone or so you thought you were alone..

A table and a few chairs were set up by the servants to your request at the gazebo, giving you the perfect view of the greenery that you have planted the seeds of.

You had your head comfortably leaned onto lounge as you continued reading. Buts something was just so distracting, a few minutes of the constant snipping and twigs breaking, you look up wanting to see who was there tending to the garden.

Your eyes widened a bit, it was improper for a lady to stare a man who has very less clothing. Nothing but his jeans, belt and hat keeping his face shielded from the heat is toned, muscular and tanned torso and arms exposed.

A little later, you hear a grunt coming from the man, Soap was it? You can't quite remember much from the night you eavesdropped on them. You heard his footsteps on the grass nearing the gazebo but you didn't bother to look up, not until..

"Ma'am? May I stay 'ere a moment? Afraid the heat is getting to me" You look up from your book and sit up to see the same man breathless. You nodded and watched as he sat on the stairs, hands on his knees as he caught his breath.

"Excuse me.." You said, loud enough to hear and catch his attention, he looks back from his position. You moved one of the chairs to face your lounge, "Please invite yourself here, I can only think of how uncomfortable the floor might be, especially when you are working at a weather like this one" Signaling him to take a seat on the chair you adjusted.

He gets up yet reluctantly makes himself comfortable on the seat, you pick a drinking glass on display from the silver tray and poured some of the cold lemonade into it, you place it down on the table and slide it to him, offering a warm smile. Your fingers on the base of the drinking glass slightly brushing against his as he takes it.

He thanks you for it and you both enjoyed the tranquil and peace.. yet you can't go back to your book, asking questions and being further interested by the man each minute passes.

The way he talked was something else, it was alluring, comforting and oddly lively, he's told you about his "past" and how he used to be a child.

"Was quite the troublemaker you see, though my family was poor and food was scarce, I found a way to feed the street animals I adore—"

You look at him, so invested on what he was about to say next, it was refreshing to have someone to converse with who isn't interrogating you and practically forcing their ideals of how many babies they want you to birth for them, practically wanting you to die for them.

"I used to steal bread from my neighbor, not a very nice man, selfish really. So I'd often sneak into his shack, leftovers, scraps and anything light enough for me to carry. I'd bring it to Lassie, my favorite stray dog. You remind me a lot of her Bonnie" He said.

"I remind you of a dog?" You weren't so sure if that's a compliment, then again he just called you "Bonnie", what exactly does that mean?

"Home, you remind me of home. Can't say I have felt this comfortable in years, friends and I are usually reserved yet you bring this side out of me, Bonnie. So what spell or witchcraft did you use?" He joked raising a brow at you, for a moment his attention falters as he looks down at the soft mounds of skin exposed on your chest.

"Eyes up here, Johnny."

You warned as you laugh at his question, you notice one of the servants coming out from the estate and into the garden, Johnny smiles and tips his hat to you to excuse himself so that he could get back to work.

Well this is interesting.. isn't it?

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mintedwitcher · 20 days ago

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Hello I have an ao3/fandom thought I think you might appreciate (sorry in advance for the long ramble in your inbox, I apparently have a lot of thoughts on this topic). I think this fandom (mostly the main 911 show, but I've seen it a bit for lone star too) conflates the 'critical' and 'bashing' concepts far too much which causes more drama and hurt feelings than is warranted.

To me, those are two different things - the concept of bashing is, to me, taking a behaviour and pushing it to its absolute extreme and seeing what results (e.g. Diaz family bashing fics where Helena and Ramon specifically want to have permanent custody of Christopher to keep him dependent on them). And don't get me wrong, this can be very fun when you're in the mood, much like a stupid horror film or a romcom!

Comparatively, at least to me, the idea of a 'critical' tag is exploring what a character actually does in canon in a way the show doesn't. So, to follow with our example, a Diaz family critical fic might explore the way Pepa is rude about Shannon within Chris' earshot, or that time Helena hired caterers and also did all the cooking herself, does that make sense?

I've been seeing a lot of 'Eddie bashing' fics and concepts in the last couple weeks, and honestly to me a lot of them aren't bashing in the way I understand the word - criticising Eddie for what he did with Kim and Marisol, or for the kitchen scene with Buck, or his 'mistakes' with Christopher, and exploring some realistic consequences of those canonical actions isn't character bashing to me (although I understand it might be to others)

I don't really know what my point is I just kinda thought you might get this and maybe have some thoughts of your own on it? I just think the fandom might be a nicer place if we separated out the two concepts a bit more sometimes ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

no I totally get you and I agree! "critical" and "bashing" are WORLDS apart, normally.

"critical" allows for growth. it acknowledges the problems (in Eddie's case: his treatment of women in his life, his treatment of Buck, his tendency to make decisions without consulting others, etc), but it doesn't exaggerate them. "critical" does not outright demonise poor behaviour, but it spotlights it, and narratively frames the problem AS a problem that should be solved.

"bashing" on the other hand, is often exaggerated. it makes no room for growth or redemption, the opportunities for either are often destroyed off the cuff. there is NO positive resolution when it comes to "bashing" fics because they're not meant to be used that way. they exist as catharsis for the fans who are angry/embittered/upset/hurt by a character or story arc. it is MEANT to be harsh and cruel and sometimes outright OOC, because the entire point of them is to bash the character and make them as irredeemable as possible, so when Bad Things Happen to that character, the audience is HAPPY about it.

this fandom is far from my first, but it is THE first I've been in where the line between "critical" and "bashing" has been so thoroughly blurred and often just ignored outright. I've seen people tagging "critical" posts/fics with "bashing" and vice versa, and it always frustrates me. these terms exist for a purpose. there is a difference between these terms for a purpose.

I think this confusion - not to play the generational card here - is mostly coming from gen z fans of the show. This is, for many of them, their first Big fandom, and it shows in the way they behave. there has been a disturbing trend that I've noticed with younger folks, especially recently, where any sort of criticism is viewed as "cancelling" or outright "bullying", when that's not the case at all. and so they've conflated this idea of criticism = cruelty and they've imposed it onto fandom content, ignoring fandom etiquette and rules that have been here for decades already, in order to accuse those of us who ARE "critical" of being bigoted or cruel.

there's also a strange rise in parasocialism, especially in this fandom, where some fans act as though these characters are real people and can be realistically hurt by the "critical" side of fandom. which to me is just baffling. they're not real. I could go right now and write a fic where Eddie has to gargle hot coals, and nothing would actually happen to anyone in real life. Hell, I could go and write a fic where Buck gets every single bone in his body shattered into dust, and still, nobody would actually be hurt. because he is fictional. he doesn't exist.

I'm getting off track.

the point is, yeah, "critical" and "bashing" are in the same neighbourhood of fandom content, but they're on totally different streets. "critical" is looking at the house being built and thinking "oh, not the best foundation for something that big". meanwhile "bashing" is down the block staring at a crackden infested with rats and black mold and saying "haha time to set it on FIRE!" you know what I mean?

#asks #anon #911 abc #anti eddie diaz #just to be safe #fandom etiquette #bashing vs critical

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the-cat-and-the-birdie · 1 year ago

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Wanna hear some heartbreaking shit?? I GOTCHU

1. Gabriella (most likely) knew Peter.

We see from Miguel's simulation that Peter was there when she died. We can see him helping civilians.

And after Gabbie dies, he's behind Miguel as well.

So not only was he there to see her die, but Gabbie and Peter most likely knew each other through Miguel. If we can believe that, it makes me wonder if she'd met Jess too.

Imagine Miguel being so delighted to introduce his daughter to his friends 😭😭

We have no frame of reference when Gabbie died, or how recently. It's not a stretch to believe that Gabbie could have still been alive after Mayday's birth - Gabbie might have even held Mayday herself.

Jess is very far along in her pregnancy too. If Gabbie died less than 9 months ago, maybe she even rubbed Jess' belly 😥

2. Gabbie knew she was dying.

Before her death we're shown shots of people already depixelating even around Miguel.

We don't really know how long it takes a universe to collapse and it seems to happen fairly quickly.

Despite that, Gabbie isn't one is the first to go. Already seeing the destruction around her, Gabbie probably knew she was dying.

3. Gabbie died knowing her dad was Spider-Man.

In his last moments with her, Miguel is wearing is suit already. Whether or not he hid his identity from her was a mystery, but in her final moments she knew her dad was a hero who wanted to save people.

But in that moment he couldn't save her.

4. The ATSV team hired a voice actor for Gabbie

- even though her only lines are her calling out for Miguel

I ain't even got nothing to add about this one why the hell would they do that 😭😭

Because Gabbie'e universe is gone, and her death was so sudden -

5. Miguel likely has nothing at all to remember her by.

I just wanted to add that last one in cause I think about it ALL the time. All Miguel has of her is videos and clips - many of which aren't even of him, but his double.

Her soccer trophies, stuffed animals, clothes, etc - anything tangible that Miguel could've kept is gone. Like she was erased from history. The only proof she ever lived are the videos.

Ain't that fucked up. That's super fucked up.

Anyway BYE HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY

#Diane after triggering Miguel's trauma #by asking 'Why not code a daughter?? like Lyla 😳😳😊😊'#spiderman #atsv #spider man #marvel #across the spiderverse #miguel o'hara #miguel ohara #peter parker #gabbie O'hara #gabriella o’hara #peter b parker

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semisomnosres · 10 months ago

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I recently re-watched this show and noticed these villains shown literally for 3 seconds, and then I come to my senses in front of an open canvas and a stylus in my hand

Here is my interpretation of them and a couple of sketches, I'm not very good at coming up with names, but for the sake of decency I added them

(I noticed that only the girl's name was shown, if others also had it somewhere, correct me) In order:

Diego Ansford A bounty hunter and a mercenary for hire, perhaps he doesn't even disdain to organize a robbery of a bank that he just met along the way. Judging by his suit, he is not one of those who prefers to carry out tasks quietly, but rather kick down the door and throw grenades for fun, and after 10 minutes there is not a single intact place left inside the building.

W. KING (Willow) She was on Van Rook's client list, maybe she's a collector of ancient artifacts (perhaps it was to her that Van Rook wanted to sell those artifacts from the burial mounds) And now she's in a VERY tense relationship with Abbey (I don't know why, I just wanted to :) so much so that not a single event where these two are together goes by without at least one clump of torn hair.

Dr. Gelfand A bioengineer and neurosurgeon, almost completely fits the description of a "mad scientist" He didn't lose his arm and there is no tragic story about it, he replaced it with a prosthesis himself to make his work easier. He actively buys up cryptids for his experiments (I can imagine how angry Saturdays will be if they meet him. If he had his way, he would have already studied Zak's brain under a microscope.) And I don't know why, but while drawing a sketch with a shot knee, I came up with some kind of friendship between them (?) Where one, many years ago, foolishly gave the other a small amount of money and he hasn't returned it for 20 years. He doesn't even hope that the other will ever return it, but asking at every meeting "what happened to the money" and the other refusing to return it in any way has already become a tradition at the greeting level

Eitor Bergler He became a cyborg after an accident, maybe after a shipwreck. He terrorizes many sea routes and if a ship with valuable contents suddenly disappears, then with a high probability he is involved in it.

Yamamoto Kirahara We have already been shown intelligent cryptids (Argost and the Kumaris) and I got the idea to make him also an intelligent cryptid from the race of mole people. (at first I wanted to make the man a rat, but in the background I had "Inside Job" it talked about mole people) I see him as a businessman who got so rich that he acquired almost impenetrable immunity to the law and has great influence in the criminal world. He doesn't act like Argost, but more covertly

#semisomnosres #the secret saturdays #secret saturdays #van rook #abbey grey

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avalonblue12 · 2 months ago

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The Low-Down on the Genshin VA Drama

So, I was recently responding to someone else, and figured I'd make a post explaining exactly what's happening for people not entirely aware of the situation.

Basically, there's an ongoing SAG AFTRA strike (SAG AFTRA is an american VA Union), and that's extending into Hoyoverse games like Genshin Impact and HSR.

What is this drama about?

They recently replaced a VA for the character, Kinich, who was NOT part of the union but was striking in solidarity without protections.

The new VA, Jacob Takanashi a VA from Japan, expressed his excitement over having a new role on twitter.

This resulted in various Union VAs, such as Paimon VA and Keqing's VA notably to essentially start a harssment/bullying campaign which fans did NOT take very well.

You guys... you guys already see the first problem here, right? Takanashi is based IN JAPAN and for the matter did not know there was a even a strike

Ororon's VA, Nathan Nokes (who btw was one of the few to go "hey guys, maybe let's not resort to bullying tactics especially when we don't know everything) actually went and confirmed this:

This is actually supported by the tweet that started everything:

It is very clear from how it's worded he wasn't entirely aware of the situation. Even if you argue that he could've done more research it doesn't excuse the behavior of some of the other VAs

This is especially notable for Paimon VA who's drawn a lot of ire since she was one of the firstarters despite the fact that she is part of SAG AFTRA and NOT striking. In fact, she voices a character who consistently has some of the most lines per patch and thus has arguably the most leverage out of anyone in the cast.

2. Why are people turning against SAG AFTRA?

There were misgivings about some parts of the Interim Agreement that Hoyo refused to sign in the past, but has recently returned full force with the above controversy:

TLDR; SIgning this agreement means Hoyo has to boot out Non-SAG Aftra VAs. A reminder, Genshin and HSR have been international projects from the start so they would be screwing over a LOT of people. This is on TOP of penalizing them for hiring internationally for this project that was already international in its conception.

Naturally, this didn't sit well with a lot of people, and a few even see this as a power grab. Why? Because if this were ONLY about AI Protections and pay/treatment Hoyo would have signed it ages ago.

To cut it short: Hoyo's international projects ALREADY have AI protection BY LAW in several countries they hire VAs in, including their home of China, and studios/unions outside of SAG AFTRA that they've hired from BEFORE THE STRIKE like SIDE Global already have these protections mandated as well.

There would otherwise be no reason to withhold this from what's likely only a part of their overall VAs when they're willing to do so for everyone else.

IIRC Khoi Dao (Albedo VA) has had his own Q&A about this but keep in mind the source isnt' necessarily unbiased. I recommend reading it through the horses mouth through the SAG AFTRA site or the links above first.

Regardless though, (and this is one poin of Khoi's Q&A people had a problem with) is that full jurisidiction over the jobs of VAs that are already established would come under the hands of a foreign union.

Yes, there are mitigating factors like the Taft-Hartleys, but these are highly limited (3 times 30 hours each for a project for life iirc), and eventually force you to join the Union ANYWAY.

Yes, there are ways to join in on the union, but not only is there a monetary hurdle ($3000 plus additional fees), even if you were to get an exemption or some sort of exception, it comes AT the discretion of said Union, and even if you did everything right, they could still boot you out anyway, out of a job YOU already had.

4. Why is SAG AFTRA doing this? (Imma just copypaste my old explanation here)

Now, personally? I'm not saying the interim is worded like that as a powergrab nor do I personally think it is.

This likely stemmed from one thing: SAG AFTRA VAs violating Global Rule 1:

Basically: They're not allowed to work on Non-union projects.

For this EXACT kind of reason. Because it creates a schism in the studios, the union involved would not have as strong a leverage, and literally EVERYONE INVOLVED- the union, the company, independent VAs, international unions- gets put in a scenario where they get screwed no matter what.

Genshin and HSR from the very beginning were not SAG AFTRA Projects. They were VERY EXPRESSLY international ones and Hoyo wasn't shy about the fact that it wanted to hire international talents.

Usually from what I know, Global Rule 1 isn't heavily enforced, which is why the VAs ended up joining GI and HSR in the first place. This wouldn't be a problem for smaller, one-and-done kind of projects, but these are gachas, long-term projects that frequently have VAs return.

So when SAG AFTRA asks all of its members to strike, this happens and nothing gets done for a long time. In a more optomistic lens, they likely feel like in order to get these terms, they HAVE to have full control over the project.

5. Afterword

So yeah, that's basically the down-low on the drama and why people are turning against the union.

Regardless, I highly HIGHLY recommend you, the reader to go through and read the Interim Agreement yourself and come to your own conclusion (not the reddit comments obv, I only added that in case they updated the page) .

This is a very VERY messy scenario that's been mishandled in nearly every place conceivable (how some VAs acted turning people against them, the Union not enforcing its own rules and not being transparent the entire strike to fans and VAs alike, etc.).

Instead of having one or another party explain it to you, read through the Interim Agreement and come up with a stance on it your own! No lens to view it through, just what's been requested from the horses mouth directly.

#genshin impact #genshin impact VA #GI #GI VA #HSR #Honkai Star Rail #Honkai Star Rail VA #Added HSR because there's been some overlap apparently #If anyone can spread this far and wide or AT LEAST the Interim Agreement so that more people can build a stance themselves that'd be nice!#long post #and be nice to each other even in the comments regardless of how you feel things have been handled!#Feel free to add additional info if there's been updates to this stuff or stuff that's been established has been turned around in some way!#Just don't be a jerk about it

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yanderes-galore · 2 months ago

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Can I get a yandere prompt 34.) "No one else understands me except you!" From your prompts for a yandere Kokomi with a GN Darling

Yandere! Kokomi Prompt 34

"No one else understands me except you!"

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Clingy behavior, Manipulation, Fear of loss, Jealousy, Soft yandere, Thoughts of isolating someone, Dubious companionship/relationship.

Being a leader is far from easy.

As the Divine Priestess of Watatsumi Island and descendant of the Sangonomiya Clan, Kokomi has always struggled being understood. Everyone always looks to her for advice. Everyone looks up to her.

But no one has ever understood her.

Kokomi has always been easily overwhelmed by her people. Since she was young she's been in the position of a leader. Despite everyone adoring her... Kokomi struggles having the energy to make friends.

Even with the war over, Kokomi struggles to find downtime. She's rarely able to have fun with being social. Especially since her people always seem to need her.

Her only respite is when she hides away in her hideout, a place only for her eyes.

It wasn't until she met you that she felt being social was... pleasant. You had recently moved to her island in search of a job opportunity. What job?

The job of being Kokomi's assistant.

You were hired to actually help Kokomi's work load. She was originally against the idea of having someone help her. She didn't want to burden anyone with her duties.

Although she eventually caved once her duties became too much for her and she was suggested it.

Kokomi originally felt very hesitant around you. She still acted polite but at the same time was unsure how to connect with her new assistant. You, on the other hand, would try to be patient and encouraging.

Kokomi didn't expect to befriend you. Yet, due to the nature of her work, you would talk often. Surprisingly your presence made her planning more bearable.

The routine you often did with her assistant was collecting orders and paperwork from the people around Watatsumi Island. Then you would meet with Kokomi to discuss plans and strategies. It sounds busy...

But just talking to one person close to her helped Kokomi feel less overwhelmed socially.

Then if Kokomi was overwhelmed and asked to go to her hideout, you'd continue to have citizens report to you before meeting with Kokomi. The process that Kokomi normally found difficult was much easier with you as the middleman. Your partnership naturally made you and her close...

Even to the point of meeting with you during times where you aren't dealing with orders.

Kokomi admittedly began to feel... attached to you the longer you worked with her. You and her even began to meet in her tucked away hideaway, surrounded by books. Chat sometimes happened... but it often led to Kokomi resting while you helped read to her or organize orders.

You were one of the only companions that Kokomi felt she had. It's been a long time since she had any casual companions. The closest she's had was with the Traveler, but even they aren't around all the time.

Yet when it comes to you? You're always by her side. You know things about her no one else does. You're... Someone she can rely on.

She's always needed someone like you.

Taking walks around the island is always pleasant when not work related. Then when things get too loud, retiring to her hideout to read is something else she looks forward to. You aren't just an assistant... You're a friend... or maybe even something more than that?

Although, since you are Kokomi's closest companion, she finds herself relying on you more than she should. It's not just about work, either...

It's about your attention.

Months after you began to work with Kokomi, she noticed you getting along with the Watatsumi Island's citizens. She originally found this pleasing, after all... You work with them so often. Unfortunately... Another part of her felt... stressed?

Some days you don't wish to read to or with her. Sometimes you're too busy trying to work. Kokomi knows this is understandable...

So why can't she allow you to go and be your own person?

Is she that nervous about you speaking with others? Is she jealous? Does she feel threatened that you'll find someone else to be close to...?

No... No, she really shouldn't be this way. You'll always be beside her. She doesn't need to worry...

Although she still finds her fears eating away at her when she tries to plan.

You always ask Kokomi if she's feeling alright. She always answers that she is. However, that's a lie.

She's envious that you seem to get along so effortlessly with other people on the island... or is she just upset you aren't fully dedicated to her...?

Kokomi is able to suppress her feelings for a long time. Although, the more you're busy, the more she finds them bubbling up. She tells herself that things will be okay... That you'll always be beside her...

Until you mention one idea that shoots through her heart like an arrow.

"I was planning on heading back to the main island to negotiate supply deals now that we have peace talks in place... I thought it would make things easier for you?"

On one hand, Kokomi wanted to applaud your thoughtfulness. Your idea could help out with things around the island. Yet...

You'd be gone for days....

"... There's no need, I have men who can negotiate the very same deals. I need you here." Kokomi counters while reading one of her many war books.

"I won't be gone long, I promise... Afterwards can we do something together?" You try to reason, yet Kokomi's gaze darkens as she shakes her head.

"I... I have too many orders here. I need your help with them. Please, stay here with me...?" Kokomi pleads, but you can hear the subtle desperation in her voice.

"Kokomi... I just wanted to—"

"You don't need to do anything. I just want you here beside me. You're my assistant, remember?" Kokomi speaks up, glancing at you beside her. You were looking up from a scroll, eyes filled with confusion and concern.

She can't help but reach for your hands, pulling you closer.

She can't have you leave her... not for anything... or anyone.

"No one else understands me except you!"

The words are sudden to both of you. You look surprised and she's shocked that she confessed that. There's a long pause... one that makes Kokomi's cheeks heat up at what she said.

Yet afterwards she pulls you into a tight hug, burying her face in your neck.

"Just... Just don't leave me..." Kokomi whispers, feeling you hug back. "I... just want you to stay here. I don't like working with anyone else...."

Kokomi hears you hesitate faintly but soon you nod, rubbing her back.

"... As you wish...." You murmur, concerned about your friend and boss's odd outburst. "I'll stay with you...."

"Thank you...!" She whispers, focusing on the embrace you're giving her.

Kokomi knows you mean you're abandoning the idea. That alone makes her happy. Yet as she holds you close and takes in your scent... It makes her wonder...

How long can she make you stay with her...?

Will you be willing to stay by her side forever...?

As much as she hates to admit it... Kokomi plans out ideas of how to keep you to herself...

You may not realize you're hers yet... but once she comes up with the perfect plan...

You'll be hers before you even know it.

#yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin x reader #yandere kokomi #yandere kokomi x reader

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mscherub · 2 months ago

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Hiii~ I absolutely love how you write especially the Octotrio. So can I request something? Obviously, no hate if nothing comes to you. Brainrot coming now.

What about a classic rivalry troupe? But like one of those café/business rivalries where you sell similar products and are located within the same street. There's this silly but intense rivalry where everyone spies on each other, trying to one up with new products (maybe even stealing menu items), jabs about their shop in front of customers and everyone actively trying to find a way to prove their business is better.

I was thinking maybe the reader got a job at the rival business through her friend who works there. Reader thought this rivalry was just some inside joke, something harmless. But no, it's not harmless. Everyone is in on this, from the boss to the part timers.

We have the Leech twins actively antagonising everyone and commenting negatively on everything in the store. Anything they say was bland or boring, they copy it and one up it the next week. Some sabotage added here and there, maybe some pranks or acts of vandalism. Azul actively tries to poach employees, suppliers and customers. He comes up with elaborate events and is so smug when the rival store has less than half of the customers they're having that day. Oh, and he often makes people post review that mention how they're the better business.

The worst thing for the reader? (I'm assuming she, no offense) She is a big fan and regular at both places. She regrets taking the job. Now when she wants to get a taste of that delicious mushroom dish from Monstro Lounge (default name), she has a 15 step disguise or bribes friends to get takeaway. She wants to quit but the job market sucks. The only other place hiring is Monstro Lounge, and well.... Everyone knows what happens to traitors (it's that dramatic).

Of course, the Octotrio knows it's her in that stupid disguise or when the same dude orders the same order she used to order. It's obvious to them, and the Leech twins smell a weakness. This might be their chance to get some intel or have someone on the inside. Since their rival has a strict hiring process, that they've been trying to sneak into. But how can they get you on their side, willing or unwilling?

In comes a seduction plan. They can either string the reader along like a lovesick puppy or maybe trick the reader to sign a contract with Azul. Maybe get some blackmail? Well, we all know how these romance troupe end, right? (it's not just me, right? Right??)

Honestly, this isn't full fleshed out but I'd love to see something similar come to life, or just some input.

From your very shy anon.

A/N: HELLOOOOOOOOO ANONNNNNN!!!

This was such a good idea that I was giggling while writing, and out of that fit of me being so enthralled by the idea, I wrote out a short fic. I will warn u, I got like out of train of thought halfway through and it all went downhill…I tried tho, my lovely :(

(Yes I snuck my own OC into this fic, why? Cause reader needed a friend…he’s a good one trust)

Also, apologies for taking like a million years, a lot has happened recently…which also in turn gave me some inspiration SO IM NOT RLLY COMPLAINING

Characters: Octotrio, Taylor (Based off of Tod from The Fox and the Hound(OC), Melissa the manager bro idek

Tags: A LOT OF DIALOGUE, rivals to lovers (if u squint)

(For me to do like rivals to lovers I’d have to write a whole book for this prompt and I ain’t got time for dat 😔)

Warnings!:

Leech twins

Melissa the manager (SHE’S VIOLENT Y’ALL)

Violence

Swearing

Some suggestive moments?

Not fully proof read 👎

(I think those are pretty straightforward warnings…)

Rivalries to Romance

Getting nerves on your first day is a common and mutual feeling amongst newly hires, but you already felt awkwardly at home here. You’re best friend works here, somehow, he’s not the type to put in much effort, especially at an establishment that had fairly strict requirements and a low hire rate, but that’s besides the point. He forced you to come along when you had downtime and “hang around with him” while he was on the clock, so it’s safe to say you’ve spent a pretty penny on most in store foods, drinks, items, and the merchandise as well.

Going back to the whole getting the job thing, you somehow managed to do that, of course through his expert string pulling, to get an interview and land it. It was a feat of its own, a lot of stuttering and sweating during the long chat about what assets you can bring to the table to help run the business and what three words would you describe yourself with, the blanking of those words— let’s not go back there. And, an extra added bonus is that you’re right down the street from the Mostro Lounge! In turn, you have a good job, and access to both cafes that you love. You can totally swing by after work and then catch up with the 3 people you’ve gotten to know there! Simple, easy, efficient.

Only downside is that you have to be here before 5 am, which is just crazy early, and also oddly enough the same time the Mostro lounge opens its doors for the early birds of the morning. Your hand wraps around the cool metal bar of the door and you pull it open. Time to start this new chapter of your life!

“Sorry, we’re closed until 5:00 am, so—“

“Yoooo, Y/N!” Taylor’s eyes shoot up and stick right on to your figure as you slip through the door, the bell above jingling as it smacks off the glass above. Taylor, being the sly fox he is (literally, fox beastman :3), managed to sway the manager into hiring you at this glorious establishment, or that’s at least what Taylor exalted it to be…don’t trust him to much…he was an odd ball, but he kept his friends close and always did what he could to help them out.

“Welcome to your new job!” He beams, throwing his arms up and doing a little twirl. He hops over the counter and shuffles up to you. “Ok…I’ll cut it out with the theatrics, anyways, so, boss entrusted me with showing your lame ass around—“ he clasps his hands together.

“Watch it.” You glare at him.

“Of course. Anywayssss, follow me.” He motions with his head to a door in the back labeled with the basics of any business:

Employees only

“You’re already accustomed to the place enough, so I’ll just show you the special spaces…” He opens the door for you and lets you slip by first before he follows in right after. “Y’know…I haven’t heard it yet…”

“Heard what?” You huff as you set your bag down on the table in the corner, leaning against it and looking back at him.

“Oh, I dunno, something you should say to a good friend who managed to get you such a great job because you were broke and unemployed?” He wiggles his eyebrows at you with a smirk on his face. He’s being super annoying already apparently…

“Oh? Hmmm, oh yea! Fuck you!” You copy his demeanor.

He sighs and rolls his eyes, crossing his arms. “Ouch…be thankful. Replace ‘fuck’ with ‘thank’ then I won’t be a dick to you for the rest of the day, mkay?”

“I was just joking around…thank you, Taylor. You’re a big help.” You shrug off your coat.

“There it is! Feeding my ego again. Mannnn, feels good.” He chuckles melodically and walks over to another door and points right at it.

“Locker room, kinda, just put all your shit in there, the manger will be here soon.”

“Ok…I guess give me a run down of what’s gonna go on? I kinda have a…vague understanding of whatever goes on here since you’ve made me purge my wallet on the cutesy little buns you guys make…” You open up a vacant locker and shove all of your stuff inside. Taylor continues to yap on.

“Hey, you bought into the tactics of cuteness, don’t blame me. Anyways…what goes down? Oh…ok, biggest thing we need to touch base on,” he leans against the wall and rests his head back against it, “business rivalry.”

You pause in whatever you were messing with in the locker and turn to him. “Business rivalry?”

“Yep. Like the one down the road? Mostro Lounge? I mean, cmon, fancy ass place?”

“Oh? Mostro lounge…yea I like it there, but what’s—“

“HEY! Now that you’re working here, you can’t like it there anymore. This rivalry is hugeeeee, like don’t even mention the places name when the manger around, she’ll totally flip, I mean, she’s hot when she does that, but still don’t…” he purses his lips and stands straight again.

“Ha, Ha funny, Tay…that’s something you’d read in a damn fiction novel, dumbass…” you shake your head at his antics. I mean it was stupid. No way rivalries went on.

“Uh, hello? It’s not dumb? They have literally spray painted dicks on our windows, Y/N, DICKS! And then don’t even get me started on the bot accounts they make as well as their actual consumers leaving bad reviews on this sexy cafe right here! They even leave reviews on yelp…it’s so infuriating!” Taylor grumbles.

“That’s…clearly a lie. I don’t know what you’re trying to do here…”

“Oh, I’m not doing anything. Just being straightforward. One of our employees went missing because he tried to get back and leave a bad review on them…that’s why you were able to get this job.”

“Is that not concerning to you at all—“

“And then like, the owner of that business tried to buy out our cafe and make it some stupid little souvenir shop for sevens knows why—“

“Ok we’re going to brush past a guy that went missing totally normal here, bud—“

“I think his name is Azul, well fuck him! And fuck his little goons or whatever. Literally they are a pain in all of our asses that work here. They torment and don’t double down at all, they double up, triple, quadruple—“

“Ok…chill the hell out. I’ll…believe it when I see it. This is a lot of info to take in at 4:30 IN THE FUCKING MORNING TAYLOR.” You put up your hand to shush him.

He goes quiet and rolls his eyes again, his signature move. “You’ll have to take it in, or else you’ll go missing like Jerry.” He wipes away a fake tear.

“Did you even know his name—“

“No. But he’s Jerry in my mind now.”

“Dude…”

“Heyyy, welcome to your new job, just don’t betray us by going to eat their shitty food and then you’ll have a fun time here!”

“That sounded like a threat.”

“It was.” He wraps his arm around your shoulder and hands you an apron before dragging you out to the counter.

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The cafe is popular and widely known for its hospitality and great foods and snacks, as well as the great ambience it provided for anyone who was looking for a place to escape and study at.

“Yep, Carmel macchiato? For you. Thank you.” You fix up your apron and tie it around your waist tightly again. It’s only been three hours and in that time you swear you’ve served at least more than 100 people. You needed the job, yes, definitely, but sevens was it already killing you, as well as that nagging thought of the “rivalries”. You haven’t managed to see anything yet, and you didn’t really want to see what extents they could mange to go to— IF they were real. Taylor looks around with you all the time, he’s probably just trying to pull your leg here and get you all antsy on your first day. Just don’t overthink it and you’ll be fine.

“How’s it going? Holdin up?” Taylor places down another order next to your hand on the counter. You weren’t trusted to make drinks yet, of course, but you were learning.

“I’m all good.” You nod.

“Then you’ll be just fine in a week or so, boss will probably let you make drinks with me.” He gently nudges your shoulder with his. “You’re reliable…so far.”

Another customer walks in and Taylor’s smile fades. It’s like something out of a damn movie while you watch the main character come to a realization. You turn your head and look right at two familiar people you’ve seen before at…can you even think of the lounges name or will Taylor and the manger find out? The you-know-what-lounge…good enough.

“Heya!” Floyd strolls in up to the counter first. His eyes flash with a moment of recognition before he tugs on Jades sleeve. “Looky! Our regular is working here now! Mannn, what a shame! If you needed a job you could have come work with us. It’s a shit hole here, no?” He leans over the counter and gets his face right up to yours. Like any normal person, you lean back away from him and look at him like he’s crazy.

“A regular? No way…” Taylor purses his lips. He pushes you back a bit and leans over the counter just like Floyd, matching his bravado. “Well, they work for us now, so…” he swishes his hand in the air and points to the door. “Kindly take your leave? We don’t serve…slimy eels here.

“Is that not like discrimination—“ you’re interrupted again.

“I thought you welcomed everyone here? And now you’re pushing us out? Oh…what a bad review I can leave.” Jade puts a hand over his heart and sighs dramatically. “And it’s sad to see such a familiar face working for the enemy. What do you say? I get you a consultation with Azul back at the Mostro Lounge? We’d certainly love to have you on our team…”

“Actually!!! You know, they can’t do that, they work here, bozo, so boot scoot and boogey outa here. Go back to your cafe and leave ours alone…” Taylor steps in again. Why did he have to use such stupid phrases? Like cmon…

“Ne, ne…we wanted to take a look at what you’ve got going on!” Floyd pouts. His eyes stay locked onto you, accompanied by insistence in his gaze.

“We’ll leave…” Jade finally declares, but not without flashing a sharp tooth grin your way which was both cunning and threatening.

Jade bows and Floyd points his middle fingers towards the entirety of the room before they exit through the front door. The cafe goes silent but then picks back up with hushed murmurs of nonsense phrases regarding the situation that played out in front of them all.

“So…you weren’t lying.” Your shoulders slump. Customers up the notch and begin to snicker! What happened to this place having “hospitality?”

“Why would I? But you lied, though. You were— are a regular there?! What if you go after work and buy things there?! You can’t support their side in this war anymore. AHH, can’t believe you, Y/N,” He takes a breath in and tousles his hair, “it’s fine, though, you’re on our side, right?” His voice is a tad softer.

This whole thing shouldn’t be that big of a deal, but no, it is, for some unsevenly reason, and you’re getting a small taste for what’s to come.

You cross your arms and avoid eye contact with every fiber of your being, the clock on the will ticking away seemingly more interesting in the moment. “Yea, of course. 100%” you nod.

“I’ve known you for how many years? I can tell you’re lying. I’m being serious. Look, it’s a bad choice to support them…always. They’ve been at our necks for like multiple years at this point? Something like that anyways…You’d be going against our business and that’s not right. Since you’re hired here, you’re family, so you’d loose us, too.” His ears flatten against his head. “Don’t let the boss fire you the first day.”

“Taylor. This is crazy…you can’t be serious about this— about the whole little quips of angered words thrown at each other…” This is unbelievable.

“I’m serious…” A puff of air leaves his lips and I leans against the counter, looking out the display window.

Floyd was…spray painting, again. Taylor launches himself over the counter and lands with a loud thump. The door swings open and the yelling fit begins.

You weren’t going to survive. And it was only the first day. Great.

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About a week passed.

You were fine.

Totally.

Ok…

Well, you really weren’t!

One, you were being restricted on your free will of choosing where you eat just to follow the rule of not betraying your workplace. You’ve managed to send in friends at times to get things…not a few times, a lot of times. Their dishes are to die for! And that’s what sucks!

You have these two equally good cafes and now you’re forced to choose from one. One! You can’t! The cafe that you worked at, Cafe Fox, had equally good things to offer as the Mostro lounge, though they did tend to up the notch and take Cafe Fox’s products and twist them into matching their aesthetics, another one of their ways of rivalry.

The trio doubled their stunts and efforts of making the cafe seem like some wild animals ran the place, and they were doing it well. Leaving bad reviews, damaging property, buying out items and then pitching them, leaving none left for anyone else, Jade and Floyd parading around and scaring away the customers with death threats and lies of bugs or hair in the food. It’s not fun watching customers gag and then rush for a trashcan. Yuck.

So, you think you’re gonna put in a two weeks notice? Yeahh..

It’s just another day to clean up after the singular battle in this war. You have to wipe off tables and quite literally mop the walls since the tweels decided to have a condiment fight with the customers. They won. Anyways—

Taylor and the manger, Melissa, who you found out hired you only because Taylor was convincing in ways that you’d rather not imagine, you’re alone in the front, busting your ass off after hours and not having an amazing time like they proclaimed this place should provide for workers and consumers alike. Why are they lying???

With dramatic flair, the door swings open and smacks against the wall, the usual culprits strolling back in.

“Shrimpy!!!” Floyd waltz’s up behind you and snakes an arm around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder and dropping his voice to a murmur.

“Haven’t seen you in our shop for a bit…sad, y’know? Still know your favorite dish! You should come by later…like you come by. Not whatever friend you had coming in. I wanna see my Shrimpy, not them…” his head bumps against yours and he giggles softly, but it’s far from anything cute, more frightening than anything. “Boss wants to talk to you. You gave us good revenue and he’s sad you’re gone, too…remember how I’d talk to you about whatever I felt like and you’d listen? Cmonnnn, come back to us? Yea?”

“Floyd…” you mumble. The condiment mess is still everywhere, but he pulls you back with a simple squeeze around your waist.

“Let’s go?”

He doesn’t give you any further room for protests or getting away from the situation, instead his hand travels up to your arm and he grips it tight, yanking you back towards the door and quite literally dragging you off. Taylor and the manager just aren’t around all of a sudden? What the fuck! Hello!?

It’s a quick walk, especially at the speed Floyd’s taking you away at towards the lounge. Ok, so two words, you’re fucked. Your job is going to be lost for tramping around on the Mostro grounds, you might be mugged and or swindled— hell, probably both by their combined strength and wit of the trio. You don’t want to think about it, you don’t need to.

“I’ve got Shrimpy!” Floyd announces pushing through the door. He adjusts his grip and you yet again and holds both of your shoulders, pushing you towards where two other men stood.

“See? Back where you belong now, huh?” Floyd wraps his arms around you and gives you a nice squeeze.

“Quite refreshing to see your face in the lounge now instead of whoever you had coming in.” Jade chimes in, nodding.

“Don’t tell me that the other business is more suitable.” Azul taps his cane against the ground before he pushes up his glasses with gloved fingers. “Losing a regular is certainly disheartening. Which is why I’ve come up with a compromise.” The last word is drawn out, laced with the hint of a darker promise. It was Azul, after all.

“Here, follow along, come to my office.”

Ok…totally not awkward, but you really have no other choice. The twins smile at you, their sharp teeth beared and their eyes narrowed with mock pity and amusement, like a hunter watching its prey fall right into the trap…why must you think like this?

You follow back obediently, not really wanting to make a run for it or try to counter attack for obvious reasons…

The room is decorated in the same type of aesthetic as the rest of the lounge, that under the sea type of look with the glowing shells and glittery paint that dances across the walls with the reflection of the lights.

You’re forced down onto the leather couch that’s stiff and reeks of the cleaner that’s often used, Floyd taking the initiative to pluck off your name tag from your shirt and inspecting it with a glimmer of disgust in his eyes. Jade stands idly behind you, lurking, and Floyd settles down beside you on your side closest to the door. Alright then…

“I don’t understand the purpose of this—“

“I’d like to offer you a position.”

Ok. Straight to the point.

“Ok—“

“You can earn a position here at the lounge, pay will be raised higher than what you have at your current job, and you get to be on our side. Well, under a guise of course. Same rules apply for,” a grimace passes over his lips and he gestures vaguely to your name tag in Floyd’s hand, “that place you’re working at. No betraying us if you take up my offer. I believe it a fair deal. All you’d have to do is be an abiding assistant under me, and I suppose I can throw in half off on meals…”

“Woaoohhhh, Shrimpy’s gettin’ the full package, eh?” Floyd giggles, leaning against you. “I think it’s a good deal. Snag it, you know? Good for you…moneys important, right? Plus…we need someone we can trust well to dig up some dirt on that place.”

“Wait, what?” You scoot away from Floyd, but he only takes that as a challenge and invades your space even more. He’s like a damn dog…

“We can clearly see your disdain for the rules that you have to follow to avoid becoming a traitor, and…well that’s just not fair to have free will, right? So I’m proposing this deal to you…so you can indulge in both cafes, with the food choices I mean. I can supply you with whatever meal choice you’d like when you’re in the mood for it, of course under cover, and all you have to do in return is provide us with some intel that we’d like to obtain. Isn’t freedom something so precious?” Azul smiles and leans back against the couch, crossing his legs and resting his hands in his lap. “I have time for something as important as this.”

The offer was…appealing— IN JUST A FEW WAYS, THOUGH! Another pay on top of the one you’re already getting? That’s hot.

"What do you say?" He hums. He looks down at his hands, not making eye contact with you, a great business tactic to let you have time to weigh the option more.

"Ok….just, first off, why me?"

"I'm glad you asked. It's an easy answer, truthfully.

You've been coming here quite some time, and therefore we know we can trust you."

"That's...whatever you say I guess. I'll..."

Everyone in the room goes quiet. Azul's eyes narrow as they keep a critical gaze on you, Floyd smirk's even wider, and Jade inches just the tiniest bit closer from behind the couch. This is just creepy...

"I can do it, I guess."

Those words make a triumphant smile spread across Azul's face and he slides you the pen without second thought. "Just sign and then we all can benefit from

You grab the fancy pen and you look at the document for a little longer. You were going to sign it. Yes. It didn't seem all that bad...and plus, these guys weren't like... horrible, and you could finally get the damn dishes you've been wanting for like ever...and eat them warm!

Your friends take too long to get them back to you...

The pen glides across the glimmering contract, your signature flowing out with each flick of your wrist. "Is that…it?"

"Of course, my dear pearl. It's going to be a pleasure doing business with you." Azul smiles and takes the pen and contact back, holding it up to the light and watching as it shimmers, especially your name. "I believe that is all I would like to discuss today. Contact me here, it's my personal number, and then I'll do a sort of mission debriefing if you will. I'll explain everything that you are to do under this agreement between us. But for your time today, I can see about giving you a complimentary item off the menu. Jade can get the situated." Azul waves his hand and walks over to his desk, settling down and instantly going back to his papers.

Ok then?

You're dragged out yet again, and brought over to the front counter. No words are exchanged between you or Jade, but he already seems to know what he's doing.

He heads back into the kitchen and then a few moments later, brings out your usual.

"I remember our favorite customers order, so do not fret." He smiles and hands you the to-go box with the upmost elegance he can sway you with. "Good day."

You've got your favorite food now...you also scored a new job ontop of the one you have, not to mention the benefits with it. Did that really all just happen in the span of— what, 30 minutes? It's crazy. You look down at the box and then up at Cafe Fox. Maybe this arrangement could work out. No. It would. Best of both worlds, and more money. You'll be living the life...

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"Mhmmm! And then..." you put a hand over your mouth as you chew, "I mean, I love Taylor...but he can be so mean, but he said that you guys are just people who don't have anything else better to do besides cause trouble... and then some other unruly words which I'd rather not mention. Honestly, he acts so tough, but I know that when I'm left alone up front, bros in the back getting dominated by the damn manager."

Laughs and giggles are stifled with a fist from Azul and Jade, but Floyd giggles openly and drapes himself across you even more. "Aw man...why you friends with that guy?" He mumbles, nuzzling his face right into your shoulder. He certainly wasn't embarrassed to act like this..

"He did say that about us? Well...I can see why he'd think such things. The people who had owned these cafes long before were the ones to start the rivalries... we've simply just taken them up a notch in our time is all..." The tea cup clinks against the saucer softly, Jade smirking and shaking his head out of amusement.

This all felt awkwardly domestic, granted you've only been officially helping them out so far for a week.

Floyd's clearly not opposed to showing his comfort, but this just became the norm all of a sudden, right out of the blue, but also a filthy and sly lie you have to keep from the place that appears they know that you'd never betray them. Betrayal. Technically you're not...you're still giving your hours, right? You're just helping someone else out simultaneouslv...nothing can go wrong.

"Any other things to note...plans they have to get back against our business?” Azul interrupts.

“Um. Some ploys…nothing too concerning. I know Taylor wanted to egg the place since we have expired eggs…but that’s about all they have planned…” You grab the glass of water.

“Any new tactics they have, making money wise?”

“They’re implementing a cherry blossoms special…since they’re blooming and the festival is pretty soon.” You nod. “All this themed stuff, ranging from pastries to their merch they have.”

“Are they now? Then…we shall come up with something of equal value.” Azul nods and then stands up, fishing something out of his pocket before he walks off elsewhere.

“You’ve been a big help already, Shrimpy. Giving out all this info and stuff…” Floyd drawls on, sitting up and kicking his legs up on the table. “Wouldn’t want the others to find out, right?”

You pause while sipping your drink, albeit choking a little on the liquid before you wipe your moth and set it down. “No…I wouldn’t really like that…”

“Oh. Hmmm…it’d be funny if they found out, right, Jade?”

“Quite the fiasco indeed.” He agrees. This is oddly fishy between them, and no pun intended with that. What are they planning…

“Uh, ok then…”

“Ne ne, just tugging on your fin, Shrimpy.” He winks and then gets up himself, his form towering over you as you sit. He gives you a small wave and then leaves the same way Azul had just done.

“Shall I see you out?” Jade grabs your attention again. His smile is all teeth and far from the normal one he usually shows off. His teeth glint and his eyes are slightly narrowed.

“Uh huh…I’m done. Thank you.” You scramble up and dust off your clothes of any crumbs and then you walk in step, his hand drifting to the lower part of your back.

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“Taylor, set out the cherry blossom macarons, Y/N, get the milk pudding and make sure it’s put in the refrigerated display case. I’ll have the others work on the deco around here, but we have to be ready for the people perusing…which there will be a lot. This is my eighth year partaking in the festival, it’s good for getting a nice income, though. Oh, expect a lot of tips! And better yet, the seven-forsaken lounge will see that all of their customers will be stationed here.” Melissa winks at you and then goes off to mess with the other employees. You can’t help but feel a slight sinking feeling in your gut at her words.

“Chop, chop, Y/N, let’s get it going.” Taylor rubs his hands together before making his way back into the kitchen.

In preparations for the festival, the start for sales didn’t officially begin until the festival did, which was in approximately an hour, right at 9:00 am. The streets would be sectioned off and the sidewalks and roads would be bustling with people of all types since this is a renowned festival that apparently everyone wants to attend. Lines will be long for any business and 5 minutes of customer service will end up feeling like 5 hours instead. All in good fun and income…maybe.

The pudding cups have little edible cherry blossom flowers, and the macrons are decorated the same way. You set out the cups in the display case, no doubt the little desserts will be sold out as soon as the damn doors open to the world. They’re cutesy and delectable, so who can really blame the people buying them? You may or may not have debriefed this with the trio, briefly, though! Barely talked about it…just mentioned it. They were too enamored with what they were gawking at you for to like truly be listening…yea. You make a few final touches to make sure they’re displayed perfectly, no imperfections anywhere.

“All done already? Good…then you can go work on the item displays outside. The fox plushies should be in that box over there. All they have is cherry blossom designed shit. Cost an arm and a leg from the manufacturer, but whatever, we’ll make good money if they self.” The random vomit of words from her makes you jump. Didn’t she literally just walk away? Where did she come from?

“Yea…”

“Alrighty. Always stay busy. I gotta go beat Taylor…I swear if he’s slacking off I’m gonna…” She pushes through the double doors to the kitchen, her words being muffled as they swing shut.

Right, then. Time to do your job.

The canopy overhead blocks out the rays of sun shining down onto the pavement. You set up the plushies, pins, whatever else was in that box and make it look perfect. As always!

Just a little down the road you can see that oh so familiar pair of twins with their Caribbean Sea colored hair…oh no.

Before you can act, with their long purposeful steps, they’re already there in front of you.

“Heya, Shrimpy!”

“Uh, hey…” you chuckle a little awkwardly and try to stand in front of the items you literally just set out. You can’t have them ruin it…

“We brought you something! For free!” Floyd shoves a small bag into your hand that’s squishy. That feeling you used to get on Christmas when you’d get a soft present and just know it was something you wouldn’t like is really coming back to you now…

“Much to Azul’s protests…Floyd and I payed for it from our own pockets. I do hope you like it.” Jade puts a hand over his heart and smiles.

“Open ittt, before we get told off!”

You do as Floyd whines and you slip the little thing out of the bag. Oh. It’s actually…cute? A little octopus with their signature hats that are always adorned to their head. You’re wondering if they’re glued…

The octopus is purple and has cherry blossoms scattered across its head and a little fake branch with the flowers on it in one of the tentacles.

“Since you told us what was going down, we bit back, like usual.” As quick as you got the plushie, it was already snatched from your hand and being shoved back into your face by Floyd.

“You guys are back? The fuck— go away!” It’s none other than Taylor. Of course he had to come out…

Floyd stops and smirks at him. You’re pushed out of the way of the display stand and Floyd scoops up most of the fox plushies and makes a mad dash back to their home base. What the fuck just happened…

“I’m…gonna quit—“

“No you’re not, Taylor. Best plan of action is to rob them now.” Melissa walks up beside him and pinches his cheek, earning a yelp out of him. “Since they want to act like this, we’ll do it right back.”

The octopus plushie lays on the ground by your feet. You pick it up and dust him off.

“So they’re copying us, too? What the fuck. This ends today.” She declares.

And just like that she’s marching off, reasonably at the worst time as well! Loud crowds of overjoyed soon to be patrons are starting to erupt from the surrounding area. With quick glance to the clock, the festival was now officially in full bloom.

Isn’t it like…punishable for being in the middle and not choosing a side? That’s at least what you understood from Dante’s Inferno…but let’s— just do something!

Taylor is gone. Great. You rush inside of the cafe and warn any other workers of the incoming swarm of people and, as politely as you can muster up in this current moment, excuse yourself from helping out at the moment, and then bolt it towards the Mostro lounge.

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“And I wanna see your manager!” Melissa yells

“I am the manger! And stop destroying our property!!”Azul screams right back.

“Over my dead body you bastard!”

You push in through the doors, seemingly at the right moment, and all eyes snap to you, locking on. You take a quick look around. The plushies the Mostro lounge had procured are…mutilated, one being in the grasp of a very angry Melissa who, not so inconspicuously, slit the throat of it, the white fluff spilling out.

“Y/N, help us!” Both parties yelp out. Then they all fall silent. They turn to look at each other, a smug look on the trios face and an utterly confused look on the other two who then simultaneously look back at you with bubbling anger.

“Shit…”

“Why would they help you? You…bottom dwellers!” Taylor blurts out.

“Heard that one before, buddy…” Floyd yawns.

“They work for us, not for you…” Melissa motions over to you. And there’s that sinking feeling in your gut again.

“Well, maybe ask them the truth to that—“

Melissa’s phone buzzes and she answers it. All previous conversation is forgotten and all that’s heard is screaming and the boisterous sounds of people gasping flooding out of the phone’s speakers.

“Melissa! Get back over here— there’s Mostro lounge workers here destroying products! They’re standing on the counter and dancing…I shit you not—“ she hangs up.

She looks furious, and Azul still looks smug. She rushes out the door and you glance back at the group before following suit. Taylor, of course, tags along and flips them off.

This festival was a disaster.

Cakes, cookies, scones, croissants, strewn everywhere. Liquid from drinks dumped on the floor glisten and shimmer. People scramble to get out of the cafe as you three try to fight your way in. The attackers run away at the first sight of the enraged Melissa and leave.

“What…the actual fuck.” She grumbles. “This is…they haven’t gone this far…”

“Correction: they have done worse—“

“Shut the fuck up Taylor or I’m going to slice your dick off don’t even mess with me right now…”

“Yes ma’am…” he quickly schools his attitude and looks down, his ears flattening against his head.

And then Melissa runs out again, not before grabbing a knife. Fuck! Uhhh! Both you and Taylor have to run after her.

All this running around and the stress of the situation is really starting to get to you. You can feel the adrenaline pumping.

Azul stands outside causally welcoming customers in with a small bow. Since they messed up Cafe Fox, this will be a good business opportunity for them now. A safe haven from what was happening over at the less worthy business, of course.

“Jade. Remind me to give Y/N my appreciation after this whole ordeal. If they end up fired then it’ll work out for us. I’ll rope them back in—“

“You bitch!”

People in line waiting to get in all turn to the source of rage, whispers and murmurs erupting as to whats about to go down; yet again…Azul stiffens up, shock and fear instantly encompassing his face, twisting it.

With a swift tug from you on her shoulder, she drops the weapon and Taylor picks it up.

“NOW IS NOT THE TIME TO BE COMMITTING A HOMICIDE YOU BRAINLESS WOMAN!!” Taylor yells.

“So you’re telling me you wanna die next?” She says coolly…ok, maybe after everything, if you make it out alive, you should research if she was in jail for anything involving violence before becoming the owner did the cafe…

“Ok! Enough! Everyone shut up!” You spit out, but no one listens.

“Y/N, go beat him up for me? Please?” She pouts.

“You will do no such thing! Y/N, why don’t you join our side officially and I can promise you much more.” Azul huffs out. He planned this, huh? You’re great downfall of being a traitor…

Taylor and Melissa gain those confused gazes again and they stop.

“What do you mean officially? Is there something I’m not getting here—“

“Oh! Shrimpy’s been on our side for a bit. Giving us some intel on how to kick your guy’s business to the curb! Aren’t they such a great help, Jade?” Floyd smirks.

“Indeed. I would agree so.”

Fuck. Fuck. Shit. You’re dead.

“So…you’re a traitor. Then kiss your job goodbye.” Melissa crosses her arms. Taylor looks even more hurt at this revelation and he purses his lips.

“I helped you, dude…this ain’t cool. You’re gonna be blocked.”

“It’s not that big of a deal—“

“What do you mean? This is so fucked up of you, Y/N…I don’t wanna hear it.” He sighs.

“Ne ne…they were just doing what they felt was right, hmmm? Can’t blame em…” Floyd steps closer to Taylor and he freezes up.

Apparently, everyone forgot that people were watching, so…whatever at this point.

“We’re just better.” He steps on Taylor’s foot and grinds his foot into his. Taylor instinctively pushes Floyd back and that’s where everything goes wrong…

More fighting. Taylor’s not going to win, obviously. Floyd already has him pushed to the ground in a matter of seconds.

This just isn’t right. You…all the people in front of you, as fucked up as some may be, you like and appreciate them all. They helped you out even if you don’t want to admit that fact. And now they’re all being stupid. Completely and utterly stupid…

“That’s enough out of all of you!” This time they all stop and look at you. “You’re all being dumb! I get what I did was wrong…but to be honest, why are these rivalries a thing? Can’t you guys both have the same themed products without it being a huge deal? It’s not a competition 24/7. Last time I checked, most customers frequent both cafes. People will end up liking what they want, and it’s just…you guys are a lost cause.”

“Big words for a traitor—“

“Y/N, leave the other place, come work with us. We can ensure many more promising endorsements.” Jade nods, interrupting Taylor.

“Guys! I’ll quit both jobs, then! I’m done having to pick one or the other. Staying neutral won’t get me very far either. I’ll put in my two weeks notice and then I can be stress free again.” You throw your hands up and roll your eyes.

Melissa looks like she’s seen a ghost, Taylor looks guilty, Azul apparently lost his soul since he’s starting at you blankly. The tweels gain an angry look and now this whole situation— you could care less about.

“Ok, wait…let’s…screw our heads back on. What has happened today is definitely beyond what is comprehensible…” She turns to look at Azul, a forced friendly smile. “I’ll take the first step and apologize…”

“It’s accepted, but I don’t believe I can give one back…”

“Azul.” You cross your arms.

“I apologize, too, Melissa…”

Huh.

“These rivalries…I believe it’d be best to end them…” she forces out through gritted teeth.

Azul simply nods and the whole situation is awkward once again.

“Do we write up a treaty or something…” Taylor mumbles.

“I don’t know…”

“Just make up…I don’t want Shrimpy leaving…I like em too much for them to go. You’ll stay for me, yea?” Floyd pouts. He walks over to you and squeezes you tight enough to earn a pop out of your back.

“Floyd, now…I believe Y/N would appreciate to stay for my sake. After all, I provide them with their favorites and cheer them up, no?” Jade shakes his head, glaring at his brother.

“You two have got it all wrong. I’m the one who’s been supplying everything and keeping them close knit to us. You both are sorely mistaken. I believe Y/N will stay for my sake.” Azul pushes up his glasses. The twins share a quick glance, their gaze softening just slightly, betraying their hint of understanding.

“Mmm…me and Jade know how to share, ‘zul…Shrimpy likes us.” Floyd smirks at him, his teeth glinting with nothing but malice…

Taylor and Melissa go quiet and they understand the situation a little more now…

Maybe…these rivalries aren’t over just yet…not between businesses now, though.

Don’t ask me what happened while writing. I lost track of the damn thing and I just went with how my brain wanted it to end. There was barely any romance smh 😞 BUT IT DEVELOPED

I feel if I focused more on this then I would have wrote it out better, but I just like writing them to be funny :P

Mkay, I’m tired now…off to work on another thing HUZZAHHHH

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alexanderwales · 6 months ago

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Movie Review: Subservience

I did actually end up watching Subservience. I had absolutely no preconceptions going into it, but ... man, bad movie. I will admit to having watched this one on a second monitor while playing a video game, but I don't think that really impacts my reading of it.

It turns out that it's an erotic thriller, and specifically, a type of erotic thriller that I'm not sure has a name, but which I'll call "man ruiner". These were all the rage in the early 90s before petering out, and I've seen it called the "woman from hell" genre, though this is a somewhat more specific subset that would exclude movies like Single White Female.

Basically, there's a hard-working but horny family man, a woman comes into his life and seduces him, he either cheats on his wife or resists temptation, then the woman goes psycho and attacks his family, his wife, and him, before dying, with the man having learned a valuable lesson and reconciled with his wife.

Fatal Attraction is the ur-example, and there aren't that many of them, even if there were enough that people got sick of them. Swimfan is a bad movie, but I have the impression that it's the most recent one people really remember.

Often the woman in question is a subordinate of some kind: a nanny, temp worker, an assistant, someone who is, in theory, in a position of much less power than our male lead. Sometimes, she's young. Sometimes real young, like creepily young (The Crush).

The psychological impetus for this kind of movie is male desire. It's playing on a male fear of a "moment of weakness". One of the key features is this inverted power dynamic. The woman is the aggressor, not just when we get to the thriller part, but as we're ramping up. The woman might be a maid or teacher or employee, but she's on the pursuit almost from the get-go, and her obsession is what drives the plot.

So this movie is just like all of those. Our protagonist is a construction foreman whose wife is in the hospital with a weak heart, and he's taking care of two little kids on his own. He hires a hot robot maid/nanny, played by Megan Fox, who basically immediately begins acting inappropriately. She eventually sleeps with the main character, but when she does, he has basically as much deniability as he possibly can while she pushes through his weak resistance. I'm pretty sure a movie like this will always have that structure, attempting to preserve the man's "virtue" and make him into a victim of the woman and her wiles. These movies are always sympathetic to the man even as he makes his "mistake".

The fact that she's a robot woman is immaterial until like ... act three. She could have just been a maid he hired until then, and virtually nothing about the plot would need to change. There's a half-assed B-plot about robots taking over a construction site and automation taking jobs, but I never felt like they were taking that seriously, and I doubt anyone in the audience was thinking that either. It didn't tie in well with the main plot.

There's fuck-all explanation for why the robot maid goes psycho, except maybe that it's part of a bad batch and our hero had her do a minor memory wipe so she could experience Casablanca fresh without her pre-programmed spoilers. This somehow gave her root access. I know that sounds stupid, but I swear that's like half the explanation they give.

This movie, and others that are in the same subgenre, come from this sort of anxiety about having power over other people, and especially being attracted to people we have power over. It's a horror story whose moral is "don't fuck the nanny" or "keep it professional with the secretary" or "absolutely do not chat up that sixteen-year-old" or just "don't shit where you eat". I think that these are good morals, but I feel vaguely gross about wrapping them in eroticism and presenting the people these horror stories happen to as the victim. The roles are almost always reversed in real life: the protagonist of this sort of movie is in a position where he's far more likely to be a perpetrator abusing a position of power. It's still a plot I can get behind, if they execute well (by this I mean, sell me on the mistake, sell me on the allure), but this one didn't.

(There is at least one example of an opposite-gender version of this basic plot, 2015's The Boy Next Door, which features Jennifer Lopez as a teacher who sleeps with a teenage student in a "moment of weakness" and gets her life wrecked when he goes obsessive stalker on her. 12% on Rotten Tomatoes. I haven't seen it but the trailer is the whole movie.)

So a bad movie, overall. It sadly had nothing to say about artificial intelligence or our relationship to it. It doesn't even really have much to say about these characters, and their relationship to each other, and the ethics of fucking a robot maid. There is a genuine lack of subservience. It's the kind of movie that makes me want to write a better version of it, something that gets at its actual themes more than it did, making better use of the conceit. But I felt no desire to absolve this man of his sins, and I think that's also one of the central fantasies the film offers, so maybe if I ever attempted to write a "man ruiner" film I would end up getting it wrong.

#reviews #subservience

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jev-urisk · 2 months ago

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A Musing Monday 🎐+

Trans Day of Visibility 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️

'You don't know me. Clearly you don't care to know me. And that's your loss.'

That's what I've been telling the echoes in my head since last Thursday, when a woman followed me out of the Womens bathroom to ask in a scathing tone to which bathroom I belonged.

Now, I have a relationship with my gender which, like many Queer people, takes a bit to explain and doesn't really fit into binaries. I identify as trans-nonbinary and genderfluid, and I am also intersex. Some days I feel fem and want to wear dresses and feel pretty. Some days I feel masc and like a button-up with the sleeves rolled back. A lot of the time, I'm not even thinking about gender and just wear whatever seems fun while fitting with the activity or work im doing that day.

Thursday, I felt very fem. I put on my special lemon skirt and a nice blouse, put my hair up in a high clip- I felt it was a very cute work outfit! It seems other people thought so too. I was washing my hands in the bathroom (which is in the hallway of a building rented by multiple businesses, including my employers) when a woman starts washing as well and says "I like your skirt, thats very pretty."

To which I OF COURSE say, "Thanks! It has pockets~". I then dry my hands and as I exit shoot a, "Hope you have a nice day!" in her direction for happy measure.

I wasn't expecting her to follow me down the hall to the lobby of the building and ask loudly, scathingly, "Should you be using the *women's* bathroom??"

This struck me dumb. In my life I have recieved some side-eyeing or people walking away quickly, the whispers and urging a child not to stare- all sad, strange, and occasionally wryly amusing moments in places like gas station bathrooms where I go very infrequently.

But, this is the building I WORK in. This is where my car is parked much of the day. This is where I am sometimes alone in my office with nothing but glass between the lobby and myself.

I say "Yes." and by rote try to explain, try to staunch her confusion somehow. The doctors declared me female at birth but they were only kinda correct (i.e. intersex)- though I'm also trans by several definitions and have had an HRT prescription in the past, but I'm also *hella* fem today. I fumble. "I'm, um, inters-"

"I do NOT appreciate you being there!" She interrupts, jabbing a finger towards me, "It isn't appropriate!!" She adds, walking into the office on the opposite side of the lobby from me, glaring at me with disgust.

Numbly, I walk the rest of the way to my office. Un-numbly, I begin to tremble and realize this happened to me because I have a deep voice. She lived my skirt, but not more than she hated my voice. With shaking hands I message my direct supervisor and the COO of my company.

Hi, bit of an unfortunate update I want to give you two just in case there's any kind of trouble with our neighbors or something gets reported to the owner of the building. I was just told by a lady across the hall from us that I should not be using the women's bathroom and that it's inappropriate for me to be using that facility.

I feel bad in that engrained, vulnerable kind of way. I'm a fairly recent hire as far as administrators go- 4 months. I moved my office to this location just 2 weeks ago. Now I'm caught up in some issue, now someone who maybe works a couple dozen feet away might try to come after me- my ability to use the bathroom, at least. What if she calls the police on me? What do I do? I have an ID with 'F' on it but what if the cops hate my voice as well? What if she or the cops try to grope or sexually assult me to 'see' and 'prove' what I am? Would they even understand what they're looking at? What if she thinks people like me shouldn't EXIST, let alone be left alone to pee?

What if she's got a gun?

I decide to work down the hall, in our children's therapy office. I'm spiraling and shivering and my chest is filled with ice. I sit near a new hire watching training videos and try to breathe while I see my superiors typing.

What if I lose my job?

That fear, at least, lessens in the following moment as my little chatroom erupts with concern for me and questions of how I would like to proceed. Do I want to go home for the day? Do I want to move back to the farther office location?

I decide that I want to try having a normal day, and my COO says he will be at this location on Monday and can talk with the neighbors- An Adult Disability Support company, about the situation. I tell myself that maybe she was just a visitor, or the guardian of one of the clients over there. Maybe she's a client herself, and between a fixed perspective and a difficulty regulating her emotions she came at me like that- I've had clients of my own while working in disability support who have a determined passion over information that they unfortunately came upon. (I got nearly screamed out of a house before for implying Troy Bolton was actually an actor mamed Zac Efron. Which, totally my bad. I knew HSM was her very important thing but misjudged her perception of it).

Despite my desire for normal, my PTSD and Autistic overwhelm have other plans and my coworkers notice me struggling to stay calm. I had to ask one of them to take a picture of me- evidence of what I'm wearing, of the female-ness that I usually reject in myself but adopted because I felt pretty this morning. Why did I dare feel pretty this morning? At least when i'm a tomboy lesbian-dyke, people tend not to follow me out from the restroom.

After I send the picture to my boss for evidence, my coworkers ask me what's wrong. I feel hot shame at discussing a situation involving my need to pee with my coworkers, of being visibly afraid in front of them, of not being poised and professional, and of having thought I was pretty for a day in my life.

I am now, five days later, still gobsmacked at their support and compassion. They asked if I was ok, if there was something they could do, and if I wanted any of them to come with me next time to the bathroom. One of them came out to me as nonbinary as I sat nibbling a few kitkats to calm myself down. Their support gets me through the day, and they all let me know I'm not alone, and that my skirt IS very pretty.

My heart is warmed but unfortunately over the weekend, my mind is spinning like a record, playing the same song over and over and over. The woman follows me and I turn around again, and again, and again- each time with me trying to explain or defend myself a little differently.

"Don't you know some people are born different? You work with disabilities yourself." "Some women are really tall, or short. Some have thick eyebrows, or lose their hair, or *have deep voices*. Don't you know women are vibrant with differences?" "Were you in the room when my doctor and I discussed my voice? Why do you act like you know why my voice is like this- I didn't sign away my HIPPA to you." "Ma'am where do you SUGGEST I pee in my lemon skirt and pumps? On the lobby floor?"

But I can never win the argument in my head, the echo of the woman who demands to see my ID and calls it fake. The echo demands my birth certificate and tears it in two, insisting its forged. She demands to see my genitals and either determines I am mutilated, or that I have surgically made myself to be as I am. Nothing short of birthing a child in the lobby would convince the woman arguing in my mind where I am allowed to pee and here I was, sterile, ill-formed for such an activity, and far too gender-literate for the mental arguement of such a thing happening- maladaptive daydream or no.

It took up my whole weekend, this spiraling. Only two things gave me comfort- immagining telling that woman "You don't know me. Clearly you don't care to know me. And that's you're loss." Over and over, like a ryhme about sticks and stones your mom taught you as a child- and the other comfort was a birthday party I was hosting for my dear friend where I shared a meal, some card games, and my personal bathroom with a bunch of people who Do know me, and Do care, and are more concerned with whether I someone's got an Ace in their hand than whatever is under their skirt.

Fear fades to sorrow for that angry lady, for my staff, and for everyone in the building. Does this poor woman hate her own voice when she gets a headcold? Does she stare at every woman who isn't perfectly feminine and see a dangerous animal? What about the disabled people in her life? Are they admonished for existing in a way she doesn't expect? If my perfectly female coworker goes to a concert and comes to work with a broken voice the next day, will she go through what I went through? If a client needs help toileting and a member of the opposite sex is assisting them, will the cops be called?

I remind myself that she doesn't know me. That she clearly doesn't care to know me. And that it is her loss. I remind myself that I'm brave, over and over while I drive to work on Monday. My COO will talk to our neighbors today, and I dont know what will happen. It's been suggested that I could use the children's toilet in our other office. It's meant kindly, but sounds an awful lot like a separate water fountain. My nonbinary coworker said they're scared to pee now- my adult, trained and licensed for administering therapy, coworker.. is scared to use the bathroom.

That makes me angrier than anything this woman could possibly do to me. Maybe I should DARE this woman to call the cops, if only to show my coworker I will be brave for us, that I'm not letting fear control my life.

But something unexpected happened today, coincidentally, on Trans Day of Visibility.

The owner was 100% on board and actually already spoke to the employee. The owner said the employee came to her all concerned/upset and she told her to stop and that they have trans clients and it's not appropriate or worthwhile to go after people living their lives.

Recieving the news was like a fever breaking. I didn't realize how much I had been holding my breath (and my bladder) the entire morning. They understood?? Not only did this other business understand but they're offering their services to members of my community?

I obviously wish it hadn't happened, that I hadn't stayed worried and desperate every day and awake and scared every night over the weekend. But, I'm overwhelmed gratithe relief of everything that happened after- the immidiate support of administration, the kind eords of my coworkers, and the mended fence with my new and wonderful neighbors.

Happy fucking Trans Day of Visibility, yall. I see you, and maybe more people on the outside see us for what we are than we think. The people who have a problem clearly don't know you, clearly don't care to know you, AND THAT IS THEIR LOSS.

Taglist @the-golden-comet @gioia-writes-and-others @lychhiker

#trans #trans writers #trans day of visibility #intersex #actually intersex #trans rights #trans nonbinary #nonbinary #gender fluid #a musing mondays

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jgroffdaily · 20 days ago

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DEADLINE: I think it’s been almost a year to the day that we spoke about your Tony nomination for Merrily. Now here we are for Just In Time. Should we go for the triple crown and just plan on talking next year about your third nomination?

GROFF: I fucking would, but maybe I’ll still be doing the Bobby Darin show because I’m not ready to leave anytime soon.

DEADLINE: Does getting nominated for one show feel somehow different than for another show? Just in Time, say, compared to Merrily?

GROFF: I’ve never been a part of something from the conception before, part of a project from its conception. Eight years ago this month, actually, Ted Chapin asked me to do a night of Bobby Darin music at the 92nd Street Y and I read this book called Dream Lovers: The Magnificent Shattered Lives of Bobby Darin and Sandra Dee, written by Dodd Darin the son of Bobby and Sandy, to get ready for the concert. And there was this quote at the end about how Bobby Darin was a “nightclub animal” and I just started to feel like we could tell the story of his life in the context of a nightclub act.

And Alex Timbers came onboard to direct that concert and we’ve been developing this idea together ever since then. And so, eight years later to be doing this show on Broadway, like, when I walked into the Circle in the Square theater on the first day of takes, I burst into tears because I just, I couldn’t believe that this thing, this dream that we had had for so many years, was actually coming to fruition. So, in that way for every other job I’ve ever done, I’ve been an actor for hire and this, this is different.

DEADLINE: Circle in the Square, which has been transformed into the Copacabana nightclub, has never looked better. I think the in-the-round structure can be problematic for some shows.

GROFF: It’s funny. There’s this record called Darin at the Copa and we would carry it around. Like I gave it as a gift to our producers that we were trying to get to join us on the project, and when we were interviewing writers we had this record there. And when you look at the cover of this record, it’s Bobby Darin standing there with his kind of, like, iconic bent wrist, singing in this gray suit, and he’s surrounded at the Copa by these tables where people could literally reach out and touch him or vice versa.

And right behind him is the bandstand with the big band there behind him, and that record, the cover of that record has been the inspo, like the energetic inspo for the project from the very beginning. And Circle in the Square, first of all, when it was down in the Village, in Greenwich Village before it moved uptown to 50th Street, it was a nightclub first. Circle in the Square as an entity was first a nightclub before it became a theater, and so there’s this energy about that space, and the history of that theater. And then just the logistics of how that theater sits, it just feels exactly like the cover of that record.

So, there couldn’t be a more perfect marriage of show and theater. And Alex Timbers, when we did our March workshop of the show last year, said we can get Circle, like we have to get Circle. That was his vision that Circle in the Square was the theater to make this happen in. Because we had talked about doing it in a proscenium but taking out seats in the first 10 rows, you know, and then Alex landed on, “No we have to have that thrust feeling and Circle is the perfect place.”

DEADLINE: Can you pick one favorite song of his either to listen to or perform?

GROFF: Oh, wow. I went down this rabbit hole with Bobby Darin eight years ago and I’m literally still in it, and even more so now that we’re in the show I can’t stop looking at clips of him. The clip that I’m loving most recently of his is him singing, “I Wish I Were in Love Again.” I don’t even know what TV appearance this is on, it’s in color, but watching him sing that right now is my favorite thing to watch. And I would say performance-wise there’s this like sequence at the end of the first act when there are two songs back-to-back that I love doing and its “Lazy River” into “Mack the Knife.”

And we sort of like built this sequence where his mother, or the woman that he thinks is his mother, has passed and she comes back and he decides to perform that song inspired by her and for her [“Lazy River”], and then that kind of dovetails into “Mack the Knife.” And it’s like drugs for me, I am on such a high out there, it really is such an epic high. And so, going from that kind of dramatic low all the way through to “Look out old Mack, he is back!” at the end of act one is really just so fun.

DEADLINE: I asked you what your favorite song was. But what is your favorite dance in the show?

GROFF: Shannon Lewis, our choreographer, she’s been in 10 Broadway shows as a dancer. She was in the original cast of Fosse, and she’s done a lot of choreography, a lot for like film and television, and she’s done stuff regionally, but this is her choreographic Broadway debut, and she gave me 10 weeks of dance lessons, three times a week, before the first day of rehearsal. Because I never danced like this before and it’s like training for a marathon so I’m able to do eight shows a week.

I still everyday do her 30 minute warm-up before the show, so that I can make it through without injuring myself. But what she opened up for me, in regards to the choreography, is there is, the complete tapestry from old-school vaudevillian showbiz combined with stuff like you’d see on Hullabaloo.

DEADLINE: I was just going to say Shindig.

GROFF: Exactly, yes. And so, not only do I get to dance, but I also get to dance in these different styles, which is also reflective of his artistry, I mean, he did so many different things. And at the end in the final sequence, in sort of a nod to his Vegas era, we’ve got the girls with the fans, and I’m standing on the table and doing a kind of like showbiz, almost like All That Jazz adjacent kind of movement together with the fans.

And so, the gift of the dance is all of the different corners from “Queen of the Hop,” for example, which comes in a place in the show where Bobby is over being a rock and roller. He wants to be playing in nightclubs, he wants to play the Copa, but here he is on the road doing this rock and roll sort of like teen kids stuff, you know, teen music. And so, Shannon has built in this sort of like Hullabaloo dance that also is a way to express his anger and aggression. I’m doing these sort of moves but it’s full of rage.

And there’s the dance duet that Erika Henningsen, as Sandra Dee, and I do in Act Two for “Irresistible You,” sort of a nod to the White Christmas but at the same time there’s a great deal of sexual tension because our characters haven’t had sex yet, so there’s a lot of like sexuality being expressed in the dance, and kind of a cat and mouse happening. Shannon’s a real storyteller as a choreographer, so being able to tell the story via different styles of dance is really the gift of getting to dance on the show.

#jonathan groff #interview #just in t8me #just in time promo

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gwydionmisha · 2 months ago

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Do you trust them not to steal the data, given how at least one of the hackers he hired has a history of working with cyber criminals and another was fired from a company because he leaked information?

Do you think people claiming to be so incompetent at their job that they lied and are still lying that COBOL error messages are somehow proof of massive fraud on a large scale to update a program written in COBOL?

Do you trust them not to completely fuck up the new website either through incompetence or on purpose as a way to steal people's benefits, maybe declare people dead or delete them for "fraud" if they don't like their last names or where they live?

Do you think using AI in code that is vital to the survival of so many Americans is a good Idea?

From the article:

"The DOGE team has already been reportedly running highly sensitive government data through AI, as the Washington Post reported last month, so why not use it to cheat-code your way to a more modern programming language? The reason, of course is the risk of cascading failures during any rush-job that might mean missed payments or beneficiary information getting wiped from the system entirely."

This is utterly terrifying, especially given the fact that they've already completely funked up Social Security phone service. How do I know? Just over a month ago, I called to do the quick phone tree to get a proof of income from them, something I have to do multiple times a year because various programs want them and they need to be very recent. The phone tree had been noticeably improved since last time I'd used it in the fall. When I called today 3/31/25, they had completely removed all the quick phone tree options.

They took a service that was completely automated in the last ten years, and thus super cheap and already in place, for people with a bunch of routine, common, queries and yanked all that out, requiring people to get in line for a live person. Last time I needed live agent service it took about five hours to get back to me.

They are lying that this is about efficiency and saving money. Leaving the automated system in place is dramatically cheaper than paying people to answer, especially at a time they are firing people.

This is meant to break the system and force the people who need their benefits the most out of the system.

Musk has given the goal of stealing Social Security benefits away from people who earned the benefit and actually need it:

"“In fact, what we’re doing will help their benefits,” Musk said. “Legitimate people, as a result of the work of DOGE, will receive more Social Security, not less. I want to emphasize that. As a result of the work of DOGE, legitimate recipients of Social Security will receive more money, not less money.”"

The only way that happens is to take it away from the majority of recipients. You know the people Lutnick claims are fraudsters if they complain at the theft of their rent and electricity bill money recently.

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#Social Security #Elon Musk #Donald Trump #Elizabeth Warren #DOGE #Action Item #AI

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ma-d-a-ra · 18 days ago

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Luke Danes Omegaverse Mpreg Au~

“No….no this can’t be happening!”

Luke said looking down at the positive pregnancy test in his hand.”It has to be Lorelei’s because I haven’t been with anybody in the past few months.” Luke whispered irritated as he crumbled to the bathroom floor.”How could she do this to me?!” Luke wailed.The tears were flowing down his cheeks and he was clutching his midsection for comfort.Luke sat in a fetal position for a handful of minutes before collecting himself and exiting his bathroom. “Maybe I should tell Lorelei.” Luke vocalized aloud before bursting into laughter.Luke’s face then went solemn and his laughter ceased “She doesn’t need to know.”(plus it would ruin her relationship with Christopher) but he didn’t say that part out loud.Luke managed to drag himself to his nest to get some very restless sleep.

When dawn arrived Luke put on his favorite attire(plain shirt,jeans,a backwards hat,and a plaid flannel) and he descended down his stairs to open up his diner for the day.The sun was barely peaking over the horizon but Kirk was already standing outside the diner’s door. Luke unlocked the door and acknowledged Kirk “Good morning,Kirk.” Luke greeted.”It is a good morning isn’t it,Luke?” Kirk continued on “Would you perchance be in need of any wooden furniture?” Kirk inquired.”Since when are you a carpenter?” Luke asked flipping on the lights to diner and waltzing behind the counter. “Well you see I was recently hired at this fancy new carpenter store and I was wondering if you’d be interested in any of our products.” Kirk explained maintaining uncomfortable eye contact with Luke.”Do you even know how to work with wood?” Luke asked turning away from Kirk and beginning to make a pot of coffee.”No,but I’m a fast learner.” Kirk stated in his usual monotone voice. “Oh and I heard about you and Lorelei,it’s unfortunate that you two split up-” Kirk couldn’t even finish his sentence before Luke demanded he leave. “Stupid betas.” Luke muttered under his breath as Kirk departed from the diner with his head hung low.

The rest of Luke’s day was just about the same as his morning people came in said it was unfortunate that Lorelei and he had broken up and then he kicked them out.This process repeated for a couple days before the people of Stars Hollow realized that Luke didn’t want to be pitied(no,what he wanted was Lorelei).For the next 5 months Luke lived his life in a never changing schedule:get up,brush teeth(cry as you do so),get dressed,open the diner,ignore what everyone around him is saying,close diner,go to bed(and maybe shower every once and awhile).

Then….Luke began to show,his bump was becoming noticeable and the predicament of being pregnant was something he could no longer ignore.”Guess I’m going to have to set up an appointment with my OBGYN” Luke sighed looking at himself in a floor length mirror.He hasn’t seen Lorelei in months and it was stressing him out(where is she?where is my comfort?where is my cherished alpha?).Luke heard all the gossip about Lorelei ‘She’s married to Christopher now!’ And ‘She’s moving to Hartford’-wait what.

”No,no,no,no,” Luke muttered over and over “This can’t be happening.” Luke thought to himself.Liz(Luke’s sister) had come over to his apartment to comfort him in the last few weeks of his pregnancy.”Shhh,baby brother it’s alright.” Liz whispered while comfortingly stroking Luke’s back.Luke wanted to thank Liz for all she’d done to help him prepare for the birth of his child but all he could say manage to vocalize was “No,no,no,no,no”.Luke had eventually calmed down enough to crawl into his nest(which was extremely hard to do with his heavily pregnant belly getting in the way).”It’ll be alright baby brother,your baby will be here soon and you won’t have the time to worry about that no good double crossing Lorelei!” Liz stated with a chuckle;but Liz’s words didn’t help relieve the growing despair and helplessness Luke felt inside of him.

The time for Luke’s infant to be born had come.Luke lie in his nest naked from the waist down shivering in pain from the contractions. “The doula should be here soon,Luke,so don’t you worry.” Liz said while stroking Luke’s back comfortingly.Luke grunted as another contraction ripped through him.The door to Luke’s apartment suddenly burst open “Who’s ready to have a baby?!” The euphoric doula exclaimed while slamming Luke’s front door shut. “Thank goodness you’re here,Luke’s contractions have been getting closer together and more painful and and-“ Liz began to sputter out(she never worked well in high pressure situations).“It’s alright,love, you don’t need to worry about a thing,I’ve been a doula for numerous years and believe me there’s nothing I can’t handle in the birthing department.” The cheery and sanguine doula stated.”Oh my,I just realized,I haven’t properly introduced myself yet,I’m Ms. Dailse p.-“Ms. Dailse’s introduction got cut short when Luke had another contraction and he yelped loudly.“Well it seems Mr. Luke Danes is ready to have his baby!” Ms. Dailse exclaimed.Ms. Dailse snatched her gloves from her large,wicker bag.

“Good,good,you’re doing amazing sweetie.” Ms. Dailse stated softly as Luke gave her another good push.Then Luke let out an exhausted whimper “I-I can’t do this anymore.” Luke whispered to the doula.”You can,you’re strong,you got this.” Dailse encouraged.”No,like I seriously can’t do this anymore,I-I want Lorelei!”Luke shouted pitifully.But Lorelei would never hear those words because she was with her new husband on her honeymoon in Paris,drinking the day away and eating horribly overpriced croissants.

No more than 57 minutes later Ivery O. Danes was born on October 23rd at 7:35 pm.Ivery cooed as she was placed against Luke’s chest. “You did well.” The doula stated giving Luke a thumbs up and a smile so bright it could blind you .”Thank you.” Luke replied but Luke didn’t feel like he did well,his body was wrecked,and he had a new burden to take care of.

‘Ivery O. Danes’ Luke hadn’t named her that,Liz did.Luke didn’t feel like it was right to name something you just saw as a burden,as another mouth to feed,as another thing to disappoint him.Luke is bitter and will always be bitter even towards his own child,and that’s why he will always end up alone,abandoned,left behind.

#gilmore girls #luke danes #mpreg #omegaverse #fanfic #angst #tumblr fyp #fyp

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spaciebabie · 1 day ago

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I'm pretty sure you got to the end of chapter 4, but if you haven't I have tried to put enough space in this ask so that you can click off and not read here. But I have thoughts and wanted to share. (Maybe spoilers? I'm not sure, but I am just yapping in your inbox about Sans and Toriel.

I am genuinely so hype to see what happens with Sans and Toriel, because I def have sympathy for Toriel but also a bit of genuine contempt. But the ship is cute. (Which may not be entirely deserved but she's a fictional character and I have seen something of this dynamic play out in real life which inspired a bit of contempt and anger.)

On one hand, she's divorced (though I'm not sure if we ever find out how recent it is?) and I'm sure she didn't get to the place where she decided that would be the best thing moving forward for her and her family very easily. Toriel is always down to earth and very caring, and a responsible person as we see in both Undertale and in previous interactions in Delta Rune. I don't think it's a decision she would make lightly without thinking things through and weighing the consequences. And add on to that, Toriel is clearly ready to move on with her life, and has to deal with Asgore who still clearly longs for their relationship and still gives her tokens of affection with the flowers, and that is a constant interruption in her life. Not to mention she does likely see how hard things are for Kris, especially with Ariel currently absent. She has so much responsibility that she deals with in both taking care of Kris and carrying on with her daily life. She deserves to experience life and kindness and love and support and due to her inclination to take responsibility and dealing with the divorce, I don't see her really opening up to someone and sharing a deep vulnerability, either often or at all. She is so worthy of experiencing the good things in life and love and romance whether that is a temporary partner or pursuing a new one altogether.

With that in mind, due to her responsibilities to Kris, it does seem a bit out of character for her to drop everything and suddenly have a party with Sans. I genuinely think that all the pressure she puts herself under likely plays into this. She's drunk, she's having fun and damn the consequences of tomorrow because it's been so long since she's unabashedly been allowed to be herself and experience joy and a level of carefree that she hasn't in ages. But it comes at the cost of her not realizing how Kris may take that, and I'm firmly in the camp of if you are a parent or legal guardian of a kid or teenager and you are their primary or only caretaker, they come first. (Though again, other arrangements could be made, like say, hiring a baby sitting to go in a date or arranging a sleepover at a friend's house so the kid is out of the house and you are able to have the place to yourself.) But Toriel gets so caught up in things that she completely forgets to communicate anything to Kris at all.

So I do have to wonder if Toriel will express any regret over what happened. She may feel some guilt, getting drunk and maybe being hung over. (And maybe other things?) And if what she has with Sans isn't serious maybe just a fling or rebound (which does happen with people, having a one night stand or multiple but then feeling regret or shame or realizing how their kid takes it and then they put a stop to it or have a break up) that would def make their friendship awkward, and Toriel would be left perhaps even more alone.

And since Sans is new in town, I wonder how much he actually knows and if he's trying to be a good friend to Toriel and is encouraging her to have fun because he thinks she deserves to be happy (which I think is more likely) or if he is just wanting a good time and doesn't really care about Kris or think about it.

(Tbh personally I am super uncomfortable with how dismissive of Suzie he was, because that girl has some obvious tells about her quality of life but he just may not know to read into it or just doesn't care. But I think Suzie was def having an obvious reaction to seeing Toriel having wine and how drunk Toriel was acting. That screams abusive drunk parents that you can't predict if they Are going to be happy or mad or violent from one moment to the next. Add in that she seems to likely experience food scarcity and that is a very volatile mix. If her parent(s) drink, no wonder she'd want to go home where she already knows their behavior patterns while intoxicated.)

And Kris? Man. Dealing with their parents divorce must be super hard. Add on to that how worried they were when they couldn't find Toriel? Just to see them drunk and living it up and completely safe and happier than they may have ever seen before? And dealing with someone being able to puppet them? That has to be one hell of an emotional roller coaster on top of dealing with the dark world stuff.

I'm curious as to what your thoughts are on the whole thing and what predictions you might have.

Also PS: I am STILL working on the Macaque analysis, but I have lost over half the word doc I had, which I had in three different places on my phone, the word doc only saved half, my notes app crashed and loads even less, and the third app just won't open anymore. I am. So pissed. So I am still working on it, I will still send it or tag you because it has grown wildly out of control in length, but I am spitefully working on it because I have to redo half of what I already had written out. *Sigh*

oh my god a full analysis lets go (in regards to the mac post i am still excited bro take your time 🙏 technology is the worst sometimes fr)

MY THOUGHTS ON THE SITUATION AT THE END OF CHAPTER 4!!!!!!! (might go under read more if its long) (actually scratch that definitely going under read more)

alright so i completely agree with you that toriel definitely definitely deserves better than the situation shes in. asgore kind of uhh stalking her and trying to give her flowers is very...Unfortunate. i would say. i can see where toby might be implementing some of beta asgore's character in deltarune asgore. like you said, toriel is under a lot of stress and obligation. its been said that shes now the replacement for gersen (gerson?) who is a renowed author AND teacher. i mean? how do you live up to that? shes got a kid who's still in the public school system, a kid whos in college who will still need a home to come back to, and kris is generally...someone who im sure she finds difficult to raise both b/c they're human and b/c of their personality and Teen Angst.

sans is like. if you subscribe to the overworld theory (which i do) this is him being a chucklefuck before he goes thru all the trauma pre-undertale/during undertale. this is who he used be. its not surprising to me hed be a bit more annoying and proactive in his relationships with people. im especially curious about why he would have such a distain towards humans in undertale if he came from deltarune....some human must've really done him dirty huh? cough cough kris b/c they're the only human we see cough cough. from here on out im just writing assuming overworld theory is canon (which it may well be actually)

my predictions of how this could turn out? im still kind of putting something together in my head but what I THINK is going to happen is that it will be revealed there are either TWO roaring knights (with one of them being kris) or kris is working with the roaring knight (kind of sort of obvious). i talked to a friend about this earlier but i genuinely think the roaring knight we encounter in the game is carol (less so dess). i mean. katana. antlers. the person who kris talks to on the phone says they're coming and then carol shows up. she knows the code to the bunker. the knight in snowgrave/weird route aparently shows sympathy towards kris specifically so that further cements it might be someone kris knows. we dont really know enough about dess for me to make a prediction based on evidence though. besides them both having antlers and kris making a "promise" to whoever they were on the phone with.

i think that toby may be lying slightly about deltarune only having one ending (maybe) but i dont really have anything to back that claim up XD its just a thought. i feel like. maybe. the ending will be the same...but the way you get to it is different? like...with snowgrave the ending is fulfilled by following the original prophecy. every other run ends up with you taking your own path

now how does that relate to...well soriel? i feel like. toriel is the reason why sans might end up in undertale in the first place. like. he gets close to toriel. finds out she has a kid, sans and toriel get closer either romantically or platonically, and then BOOM kris does some shit in the bunker that ends with his ass in undertale.

also. very telling that sans and susie are the only monsters who we've seen bleed. thats going to be so fucking important. i dont know why, but it is. i was thinking that maybe deltarune monsters are different than undertale monsters. they might bleed red with "determination" if they feel determined enough instead of just melting like undyne did. why? idk. maybe something to do with monsters intermingling with humans? idk. but then overworld theory states that pap is also....from deltarune and he doesnt bleed....so...uhhh...idk. ._.

with kris in particular there isnt really a lot to go on when it comes to learning more about them. kris keeps things from us and others on purpose, so any motive they have i feel like is hard to stipulate on. best i can think now is that

1) kris is protecting susie from soemthing

2) kris made a promise to someone (dess? carol?)

3) kris got possessed by something (or someone) in the bunker

i feel like kris is posessed by another human's soul. they already had a lot of determination but the determination from that other soul made their "saving" power even stronger. this is basically what i thought happened with chara and frisk LMFAO kris is haunted by another human character. the "chara" of this universe. what this has to do with gaster i have no idea. theres some like sort of dimension hopping parasite thing going on. itd be fucked if the chara from undertale was used in experiements by him to essentially go and posess different humans in different universes LMFAOOOO. i dont think my theory is 100% correct but i at least think kris is posessed by another human soul LOL

#if im wrong thats fine idc #its not about being right its about having fun #spacie splains #deltarune #deltarune spoilers #ill probably think of more things and make posts about them as i do #dude the noelle and kris are supposed to be together in the original prophecy and weird route leads to the prophecy being ''fulfilled''#was such a brain blast of mine #if that theory isnt canon i will! write a fic :]#who cares if its not canon that just means toby will do something else equally as cool #does any of this make sense idk #i just started rambling :3

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