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Painkiller | Roronoa Zoro ♡

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genre: comfort, smut (minors dni)

pairings: roronoa zoro x fem reader

wc: 1.6k (short and sweet)

cw: established relationship, comfort sex, cunnilingus, squirting, spitting, dacryphilia, unpredicted sex, size kink, soft sex, soft!dom zoro, he's slightly ooc in this one :/ but soft comfort sex with zoro :)

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You don't mean to hold your emotions back; you know it's terrible for you, but you can't help it. The thought of opening up makes you want to vomit. It frustrates you to no end that you've ended up with the most emotionally intelligent and observant group of friends you could have. Since you woke up in the morning, you've been asked over and over again what's wrong.

The real question is, what isn't wrong

The limits of your stress levels are being tested to the fullest. You've been losing concentration during training and workouts, the plans you make keep going wrong, you mess up during a fight and almost got Zoro killed, and you've had to play referee during an argument between Nami and Usopp. What was once just minor irritation is slowly building up to something much more destructive. It's starting to show both in your face and body language. Despite everyone's insistence that you tell them what's wrong, your boyfriend Zoro understands you better. He knows that you're agitated, but instead of pushing you to open up, he knows how to help you.

Zoro notices the way your hands shake as you pick at the food Sanji has made you. Sanji only takes it slightly personally when you don't finish the meal. He can tell there's something deeper going on. Zoro follows you out of the dining hall and into your room. He doesn't speak, and you don't acknowledge him until you're both sitting on the bed. He pulls you onto his lap so you're straddling him. He quietly holds you as you cry into the crook of his neck. His palms apply comforting pressure to your hips and he rubs his thumbs over your skin. He doesn't ask the reason for your tears; he's been around you all week and seen all the problems. You calm yourself down and shift on his lap. Though you've calmed down, thoughts still cloud your head, and there's only one method guaranteed to empty your head.

“Zoro”, you whine, grinding down on his lap. “make me feel good?” you ask, leaning in to kiss him. He kisses back, much softer than usual.

“You sure?” he asks, pulling back to assess you. You nod, slowly dragging your hips over his crotch.

“It's the first step towards feeling better, and I think I could use a distraction. There's no bigger distraction than your cock ” you say, leaning forward to kiss him again. Zoro laughs, glad to see you feeling better, and closes the gap between you. He’d never say no to you. He wraps his arms around you and guides you down to lie on your back.

“Don't you worry, baby, I'll make it all go away” he says, pressing his lips to your forehead. He carefully undresses you, leaving wet kisses on your skin with every article of clothing removed. He's abnormally soft with you, still wary of your heightened emotions. When you're stripped completely naked, Zoro stops to admire you. His hands trace down your body and spread open your legs. The sight of your pussy makes his cock twitch. He shuffles down so he's flat on his stomach and licks at your drooling cunt. He groans at your taste as he buries his face in your pussy and suctions his lips around your clit. You reach down to grab his hair, back arching off the bed at how good his mouth feels. He's aggressive as he eats you out, determined to empty your head of all thoughts except the desire to cum.

It doesn't take you long to cum. You try to clamp your legs shut, but Zoro's strong hands hold your legs apart as he licks you through your high. He gives you a second to breathe as he sucks his fingers into his mouth. Then, within seconds, his mouth is back on you, making you moan out. Usually, knowing the others are on board, you'd keep it down but you just can't find it in you to be quiet. Not when your boyfriend is spitting on you and eating you out like a starved man. He pushes his slicked-up fingers inside of you, curling them to reach the right spot. He knows he's doing it right when you suddenly shout his name, writing in his grasp, and his non-occupied hand holds you in place for him.

“Is that it, baby?” he asks despite already knowing the answer. He waits for your frantic nodding before leaning back in to continue eating you out. He's laser-focused on making you cum. You're too wound up, and you find yourself on the edge of an orgasm quicker than you ever have been before. There's something different in this one; you can feel a tingling in your lower stomach and tears well up in your eyes as the intense feeling begins to take over. You cry out as he works you closer and closer to an orgasm. “You going to cum again? Pretty girl. It's ok. I got you, just let go.”

Hearing I've got you is so different to hearing I love you. Coming from a man like Zoro, it means the world to hear. The tears roll down your cheeks as you cum. Your orgasm completely wrecks you and leaves you shaking and trembling into the sheets as you gush into Zoro's mouth. You don't have time to be embarrassed about the fact you're squirting or about how quickly you came with the way he greedily accepts everything you give to him. He leans back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “That feel good for you, angel?” He likes to call you angel, it's a perfect dichotomy to his own demonic reputation, and you really do look angelic in your blissed-out state. He leans down to kitten lick at your tear tracks.

“I want more”, you whine, pulling at his shirt, which he happily takes off for you. Your nails dig into his skin as you pull him down to kiss you. His tongue presses into your mouth as he reaches down to undo his trousers. He pulls away to take a breath and kicks off the rest of his clothes.

“What'd you want? you gotta use your words. Or have I already fucked you senseless?” His voice has you in a chokehold, and you have no choice but to respond.

“I want your cock Zoro, please” you beg. Though Zoro enjoys all the ridiculous pet names, there's nothing that satisfies him more than hearing his name from your mouth. He gives you a smile worthy of a demon and leans over your body. He lines his cock up with your hole and teases his tip into your hole, making you cry out in frustration. “Zoro, please don't tease me” you whimper.

“Don't you worry, baby, I'll make you all better”, he coos. There's a teasing edge to his words, but there's no maliciousness or condescension. He really does intend to take care of you. He pushes his cock into your hole, and he's so big that you struggle at first. He attempts to soothe you, grunting praises through his clenched teeth and rubbing your skin. The way your cunt stretches to take him makes both of you moan into each other's mouths. His kiss feels natural as his lips move comfortably over yours. You've kissed each other a thousand times, and each time reminds you of why you gave your heart to him in the first place. Your pussy clenches around him, and he pulls back from the kiss to examine your face.

“Please move,” you say, words coming out breathy as you can barely form a coherent sentence. Zoro nods, adjusting himself to lean on his forearms so he can adequately thrust into you. His thrust gets heavier as you moan and babble about how good he feels. “Fuck, feels too good. ‘s too much.” You say, clawing at his back.

“yeah? Am I too big for you, pretty girl?” He's big, he's so fucking big, and it drives you crazy. His body over yours is like a comforting blanket to you as he bullies his cock into you. The dazed look in your eyes,, as tears start to fall lets Zoro know that he's finally achieved his true goal of emptying your pretty head. He knows you feel better now. He adjusts his position slightly, gripping the sheets on either side of your head as he fucks you down into the mattress.

Your whole body shakes as your orgasm crashes over you like a rough sea. Zoro infiltrates all five of your senses, and all you can do is call his name as you writhe in his grasp. You can hear his voice, but you can't focus on what he's saying as your ears are ringing with the intensity of your orgasm. He cums soon after you, and you feel him release inside you. You whimper as he fills you up with his cum. You cling to him as much as you can as exhaustion catches up. When the aftershocks of your orgasm cool down, you gaze up at your boyfriend.

“How're you feeling?” he asks, catching his breath.

“good” is all you can manage as he pulls out of you. Your pussy clenches around nothing as you adjust to the empty feeling. He smiles, a genuine smile, as his head buries itself in your neck. He presses several soft kisses to your skin. He's glad he's helped you, even if your release is temporary. He reaches for the pack of tissues on the bedside table to briefly clean you. He moves to lie down beside you and pulls you down on top of his chest. You fall asleep almost instantly. All the energy has been sucked out of you, and all you need is a refreshing nap.

“Get some rest, baby. I'll be here.”

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ALWAYS YOUR SECOND CHOICE - ‘Buck’ Cleven

PART 01 || 02

SYNOPSIS — After walking away from Gale “Buck” Cleven, leaving behind the love you thought you had, Buck is sent on another mission during the war. Though you thought your relationship was over, a letter from Buck arrives before his departure, forcing you to confront the unresolved emotions and the difficult choices you’ve made.

WARNING(S) — Themes of heartbreak, regret, and unresolved tension, emotional turmoil, reflection, potential reconciliation or heartbreak.

𝜗𝜚 ALL FEEDBACKS, IDEAS SUGGESTION — TO AUSTINSWIFE

The days had dragged by since you walked away from Buck, the man you thought you would spend your life with. You had never imagined your relationship would come to this—a painful, confusing ending that left you questioning whether it had ever been real at all. The ache in your chest was constant, a dull pain that never fully went away, no matter how hard you tried to push it down.

It had taken every ounce of strength you had to leave him, to walk out the door and force yourself to believe that you deserved better, even if your heart hadn’t fully accepted it. You had convinced yourself that you were doing the right thing, that staying would only mean more heartbreak. But now that he was gone—off to war, with no guarantee that he would return—the uncertainty felt suffocating.

Every day, you found yourself wondering where he was, what he was doing. If he was safe. If he was thinking about you the way you were thinking about him. But you tried to push those thoughts aside. You had made your choice, and you had to stick to it. There was no point in holding on to false hope, not when the pain still ran so deep.

One morning, as you were finishing up chores on the farm, the mail truck arrived. You didn’t think much of it until you saw the letter, your name scrawled across the front in Buck’s familiar handwriting.

Your heart skipped a beat as you stared down at the envelope, your hands shaking as you carefully tore it open. For a moment, you weren’t sure if you could bring yourself to read it. What could he possibly have to say after everything that had happened? But curiosity—and the unresolved feelings you still harbored—won out.

You unfolded the letter, the familiar weight of his words pressing down on you as you began to read.

Y/N,

By the time you read this, I’ll be gone on another mission. I don’t know how much time I have left to write, but there are things I need to say—things I didn’t say when you stood in front of me, tears in your eyes, asking me to choose you.

I know I hurt you. I know I’ve let you down in ways I can’t even begin to explain, and I don’t blame you for leaving. You’re right—I haven’t made you feel like my first choice, and for that, I’m sorry. I’m so goddamn sorry.

When I was with you, everything was easy. You never asked for anything more than what I could give. But that’s what makes it worse, doesn’t it? You deserved so much more, and I failed to give it to you.

I don’t know how to fix what I broke, and the truth is, maybe I can’t. You told me that you wouldn’t be waiting for me when I came back, and I understand. You deserve more than the man I’ve been. But I need you to know something, Y/N. I need you to know the truth.

I love you.

Maybe I didn’t show it right, maybe I didn’t say it enough, but I love you. More than I’ve ever loved anyone. More than her. And I know what you’re thinking—why didn’t I prove it? Why did I always run to her?

I don’t have the answers that will make this right. The only thing I can say is that I’ve been a fool. I was trying to hold onto the past because it felt like something I needed to protect. But the more I held onto her, the more I realized I was losing the one thing I couldn’t live without—you.

I’ve been selfish, and I didn’t see it until it was too late. I know I may not get the chance to make this right. I don’t know what’s waiting for me out there, but I didn’t want to leave without telling you this.

If I don’t come back, I need you to know that I never stopped thinking about you. About us. About what we could’ve been if I hadn’t been such a coward.

I wish I could be there with you right now, telling you all of this face-to-face, begging for your forgiveness, but I can’t. I just hope that when this war is over, and if I’m lucky enough to come home, there’s still a chance. Even if it’s small. Even if it’s broken.

If I come back, I want to try to be the man you deserve.

But if this is the last letter you ever get from me, then I want you to know that you were the love of my life, Y/N. Always. I’m sorry I didn’t realize it sooner.

Be safe. Live your life fully, even if I’m not there to see it. You deserve that and so much more.

Yours always, Buck

You stared at the letter in your hands, Buck’s words blurring as tears welled in your eyes. You hadn’t expected this. You hadn’t expected him to say the things you had been so desperate to hear when you were still together. The apology, the confession of love—it was all there, written on the page like a final plea for your forgiveness.

But what hurt the most was knowing that he had only come to these realizations after you had left, after it was too late. After you had walked out that door, heartbroken and certain that you could never come back from the betrayal.

Your thoughts drifted back to that day, the moment when you had finally confronted him. You had stood there, spilling your heart out, telling him how much it hurt to feel like a second choice. You had reminded him about the time you were in the hospital—how sick you had been, how scared. You had asked him to come, needed him by your side more than ever, but he couldn’t.

You understood that he couldn’t leave the base. You had accepted that… until Marge called. She had needed him, and without a second thought, he dropped everything and ran to her. That had been the breaking point—the moment when you realized you couldn’t keep being the one left behind.

"It hurt so much, Buck. Too much for me to handle. I don’t even know if I’ll ever heal from this, because the more I love you, the more it hurts."

You had said those words through tears, your heart breaking even as you spoke them. And now, here you were again, crying over the same man, the same wounds.

But his letter… it was different. It wasn’t enough to erase the hurt, but it was something. It was the truth, finally. He had admitted to everything you’d been afraid of, and while that should have made it easier, it only made it more complicated.

Because despite everything, you still loved him. No matter how much he had hurt you, no matter how much you told yourself that you were done, you couldn’t stop loving him. You couldn’t turn off that part of your heart, no matter how hard you tried.

Buck had said he didn’t know if he’d come back. The thought of him not returning from the war sent a wave of panic through you, an emptiness settling in your chest. What if this was the last letter you ever got from him? What if he never came home?

You couldn’t shake the feeling of dread, the uncertainty of war hanging over both of your heads. But there was something else there too—a small, fragile flicker of hope. He had said that if he came back, he wanted to try. He wanted to be the man you deserved.

But could you give him that chance? Could you let yourself hope for a future where things would be different, where you wouldn’t always feel like second best? Or would the wounds run too deep to ever fully heal?

You didn’t have the answers. Not yet. All you had was the letter, and the words he had written—I love you. More than her.—echoing in your mind.

For now, all you could do was hope he came back safe. Hope that maybe, one day, you could have the conversation you had both been too afraid to have. And maybe, just maybe, you could find a way to rebuild what had been broken.

But for now, you would wait. Not for him, but for clarity. For a future where you could make the choice that was right for you.

It had been weeks since Buck’s last letter—weeks that felt like an eternity, stretched taut with fear and uncertainty. Every day that passed without word from him made your heart ache, the silence becoming more unbearable than anything you could’ve imagined.

The last letter from him had left you reeling. It had been filled with apologies, admissions of his failures, and confessions of love, all wrapped up in the kind of raw vulnerability you hadn’t seen from Buck in the months leading up to your breakup. And now, there was nothing but empty space where his words should’ve been.

You had told yourself you were done with him. That after everything—the constant running to her, the feeling of being second best, the hurt that had built up like a wall between you—there was no going back. You had told yourself that walking away was the right decision. But your heart… your heart didn’t seem to care.

It had been weeks of trying to distract yourself, of throwing yourself into the farm work, keeping busy, and pretending that you weren’t waiting for him. But every time you saw the mail truck drive by, your heart would skip a beat. Every time you saw the sky, clear and blue, you’d think of him up there, flying, and you’d wonder—where was he? Was he safe? Was he thinking of you?

And then, one cold afternoon, just as the sky was turning gray with winter clouds, the letter came.

You hadn’t expected it—weren’t even sure you could handle it—but when you saw the envelope with his name scrawled across it in that familiar handwriting, something inside you twisted. This wasn’t like the other letters. The paper was worn, dirt-smudged at the corners. The handwriting was different—uneven, hurried.

Your hands trembled as you tore it open, your stomach churning with both fear and hope. The moment you read the first line, your breath caught in your throat, and the world seemed to tilt on its axis.

Y/N,

I don’t know how this letter will reach you, but I hope to God it does. I’m writing from a German POW camp. My plane was shot down on our last mission, and I’ve been captured. There’s no easy way to say this, and I hate to think of you reading this, worrying about me even more than you probably already do.

I’m not hurt, not really, just tired. Tired in a way I can’t explain. But I’m alive, and that’s something, right?

I think about you every single day. Even more so now that I’m here, in a place where everything seems so far away and unreal. But you—you’re always with me. I still have your picture, the one you gave me before everything went wrong. I keep it tucked in my left jacket pocket, right over my heart. I put it there the day you left, and it hasn’t moved since.

There are nights when I pull it out and just stare at it, thinking of you, wondering if I’ll ever get the chance to see you again. I remember how it felt to hold you, how you laughed, how you’d roll your eyes at my stupid jokes. It’s what keeps me going, even here, even now.

I know you might still be angry. Hell, I’m still angry at myself. I keep thinking about what I did, about how I didn’t deserve the love you gave me. But it’s all I have now—your love. Even if you don’t forgive me, even if I never get to fix what I broke, I want you to know that carrying your love with me is the only thing getting me through this.

I’m not asking for forgiveness in this letter. I’m not asking for anything, really. I just wanted you to know that if I make it out of here alive, it’s because of you. I’m still fighting to come home to you.

I love you, Y/N. I love you more than I’ll ever be able to say.

Yours always, Buck

The letter fell from your hands as you pressed your palm to your mouth, tears filling your eyes as you let the words sink in. He was alive. He was still out there, somewhere, thinking of you, carrying your picture in his jacket—next to his heart.

He had been shot down. Captured.

Your heart pounded in your chest, fear coursing through your veins as you tried to imagine what he must be going through. A Prisoner Of War camp. The thought alone sent chills through you. You didn’t know what conditions he was in, how dangerous it was, how much time he had left. But he was alive. And that was something.

But more than that… he still loved you.

I love you more than I’ll ever be able to say.

You stared down at the letter, reading and rereading those words, your chest tight with emotion. All this time, you had tried to convince yourself that you were done, that you had moved on, that walking away from him was the right choice. But deep down, you knew the truth.

You hadn’t stopped loving him.

Buck’s words brought back memories—memories of the man you fell in love with before everything became so complicated. The man who made you laugh, who held you when the world felt too heavy. The man who could make you feel like you were the only person that mattered, even when everything else was falling apart.

But those memories were tangled up with the hurt, the betrayal, the constant running to her. You had wanted to be his first choice, but it had always felt like you were second. Even now, those wounds hadn’t healed. You didn’t know if they ever would.

But in this moment, none of that seemed to matter. All that mattered was that Buck was still out there, still fighting to come home. And if he was still fighting… maybe you could too.

You had never written him back after leaving, but now, for the first time since you’d walked away, you felt ready to speak. You pulled out a piece of paper and sat at the small wooden table, the pen feeling heavy in your hand as you began to write the first letter since you had said goodbye.

Buck,

I don’t even know where to begin. I’m sitting here, rereading your letter, and all I can think is, thank God you’re alive. Thank God you’re okay. I’ve been so afraid, Buck. I’ve been terrified that I’d never hear from you again, that I’d never get the chance to say what’s been in my heart since I left.

It’s hard for me to put into words how I’ve felt these past few months. You hurt me in ways I didn’t think were possible, and I won’t pretend that those scars have healed. But reading your letter, knowing that you still carry my picture with you, knowing that you’re fighting to come home to me… it’s brought everything into perspective.

I still love you, Buck. I never stopped, not even after I walked away. It hurt so much because I loved you so much. And that love hasn’t gone away. I can’t deny it anymore.

When you told me you were running to her because she needed you, it felt like a betrayal. Like I would always come second in your life. I needed you too, Buck, but you weren’t there. And that broke me. I won’t lie to you—it still breaks me.

But despite all of that, I’m sitting here writing to you because my heart refuses to let go of you. You’re still a part of me, even now. And I want you to know that if—when—you come back, I’ll be here. I’ll be waiting for you.

I’m not ready to say I forgive you, not yet. There’s still a lot to work through, a lot that needs to be said between us. But what I can say is this: I love you. I’ve always loved you, and I’ll keep loving you, no matter what happens.

So come back to me, Buck. Please, come back safe. We’ll figure the rest out when you’re home.

Yours, Y/N

As you finished the letter, you folded it carefully, your hands trembling with a mixture of hope and fear. The fear of losing him again was overwhelming, but the hope—the hope that maybe, just maybe, you could have a future together—was enough to keep you going.

You sealed the envelope and handed it to the postman the next day, your heart heavy with all the things left unsaid, yet lightened by the chance to say what truly mattered.

The days after sending the letter passed slowly, the uncertainty gnawing at you as you waited, hoping for some kind of word—some kind of sign that Buck was still holding on. You pictured him pulling out your photo, keeping it close as he faced each day, and it gave you the strength to keep going.

You didn’t know if he would get your letter, didn’t know if he would make it back to you. But the one thing you did know was that love—your love for Buck—was still there. And no matter how broken things had been, no matter how much hurt had passed between you, that love was still worth fighting for.

Now, all you could do was wait. Again…

[yellowocaballero]

i simply must ask- what makes an OP character (protag or otherwise) *work* for you, vs what doesnt?

Hi! This is a very astute and good question.

It's tension.

When a character is in a fight scene, the basic question and source of the tension is "Will they win?". Logically, they're probably going to win, they're the hero - but there should be a push and pull within the fight, where the audience pinballs between "he's going to win!/oh no, he might lose!".

You can't do that with an OP character. There's never any question. He's going to win. So the tension has to come from someplace else. You have to ask a different question.

The question can vary. "Will he win under his self-imposed constraints?" (e.g., your OP character is a pacifist and wants to win without shooting his gun). "Will he win without going Sicko Mode, which is bad and distresses all of us?" (e.g., your OP character is only OP when he unleashes the Demon Self, which is bad for him). "Will he win without revealing his identity or secret? (e.g., your OP character has to win a fight without using his OP powers, because otherwise he'll face social repercussions).

Alternatively/in addition, you change the type of conflict. If your character is guaranteed to succeed at every physical fight, then the primary/'real' conflict should be on an emotional, intellectual, or psychological level. The story can no longer be about the physical fights. They have to be won through intellect or cleverness. The path towards victory has to be through intelligence, kindness, self-actualization, etc.

But absolutely most importantly: watching the OP character be OP should be fun. It should make us pump our fists in the air and go 'fuck yeah!'. It should be thrilling, exciting, and a spectacle. We know the detective is going to catch the bad guy - we're watching for the how. We know the clever protag is going to pull one over on the bad guy through sleight of hand and trickery, we're watching for the reveal of what exactly they did. Don't neglect the joys of watching Mr. OP be delightfully OP. But that is the payoff, and we need sufficient buildup to get there. Watching Mr. OP go sicko mode is the joy, but it's not the path. It's no longer about the if they're going to win, it's about the how. And that should be fun to watch.

My friend @lazuliquetzal has good commentary on this, as usual: that when we say "a character needs to have flaws to be interesting", what we really mean is "a story should not bend itself to accommodate a character". A character without flaws is fine, actually. But the story shouldn't backflip to give them everything they want. This is all really simple. For some reason people act as if this is extremely hard.

TL;DR: Watch Mob Psycho 100 and then sit and figure out why Mob Psycho 100 is one of the best anime of all time. Between One Punch Man and Mob Psycho 100, ONE understands how to do this.

[creat0r-cat]

Markiplier x Teen!Daughter!Reader - Not the Same

Requested by: Anonymous

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“Dad! The doll is right there! What are you doing??” Laughed (Y/n) as her father almost left his hiding space. “I have to get the mold thing up there!” He exclaimed, moving Rose out from beneath the table and trying to run passed the enemy. His attempt was unsuccessful as it started laughing like a maniac and he started losing HP. “I tried to tell you earlier, there’s another way there, you just have to go the other way!” 

“Agh, dang it. Fine, we’ll do it your way.” Mark grumbled as he moved Rose away. Chaos ensued as after he got around the doll, the giant mannequin burst through the door. “AGH NO!!!” Cried the older YouTuber as he had the girl hide under a table.

(Y/n) was laughing, Mark jokingly telling her to be quiet. She only shook her head and decided to look at chat. There were a few people commenting how Rose reminded them a bit of (Y/n). The girl was confused but opted to ignore them, turning back to watch the game. 

Mark finally got out of the room, shouting at the dolls to stop their insulting yammering, and looked over at his daughter. “You okay?” She nodded her head, smiling reassuringly at him. “Yup, I’m fine, just thinking about something. Oh look! Michael’s back!” Indeed he was, writing glowing, worried words on the wall for Rose to read. 

As they walked through the house of memories, the two players started to put pieces together. “Okay, I’m pretty sure at this point that Michael is actually Ethan.” Commented Mark and (Y/n) nodded again. “I would be shocked if he wasn’t.” After defeating the crazy ghost girl, they fell even deeper into the world after being pushed away from harm by a male figure. 

Both father and daughter were shaking with excitement and the girl pointed at the screen. “THAT’S ETHAN!! WE CALLED IT!! THAT’S ETHAN!!” Mark, after calming down a bit, made his way through the familiar territory, (Y/n) once again looked at the chat. She frowned as there were multiple comments saying similar things to the previous one, but with a little more added on. 

“CraZGurl: Awww Mark and (Y/n) are so cute around each other! Their bond is like Rose and Ethan’s relationship!” 

“MuddBoi: @CraZGurl FR! They do give off those vibes, don't they?” 

“MyMain6Channel: It’s like watching real life versions of Rose and Ethan! <3”

“BuddiBuddy: Adorable (OwO)”

(Y/n) wondered what made them think that and spoke up. “Chat, as flattering as it is that you think Dad and I act cute around each other, I can guarantee that we aren’t like Rose and her dad in the game so stop saying that.” Mark didn’t really understand what she was talking about, but decided to keep quiet. 

As the coded father and daughter ran through a mold infested cavern and away from the final boss, the comments continued to grow with the same relative message. However, these words fell upon distracted ears as the real life duo were off in their own little worlds. Mark’s mind was in auto pilot during the big fight and he just let his mind wonder. 

“What would my life have been like if I never had a daughter?”

(Y/n) pointed out small details and provided some help while a question of her own floated around in her head. ‘What would my life be like if Dad just disappeared from my life? What if my story really was like Rose’s? Dad has been to the hospital many times for things, but what if something finally killed him? What would happen to me?’ She shook her head. ‘No, you idiot, don’t think that way. He’s tough, and even if something did happen to him, his friends have always been willing to help him out so I’d be fine.’

Mark and (Y/n) both watched as Miranda was defeated, and Rose held her dying father. It was a very emotional moment, and both Fischbachs were sad. “I’m so very proud of you. I love you, Rose.” spoke Ethan and (Y/n) felt her own dad’s arm wrap around her, bringing her closer into a partial hug. 

“I love you too, dad.”

(Y/n) subconsciously read those words out loud, her voice barely a whisper as the screen faded to white. She looked over to her right to see her dad was looking at her with a smile. He hugged her tight, and while sharing that moment with him, she looked over once again at the comment stream. With a sigh, she spoke loud enough to be heard while her face was basically pressed against Mark’s chest. 

“Don’t say that chat. I don’t want to think about losing my dad.” Mark, hearing this, looked over and read the messages. So that’s what she had been thinking about. He gave his daughter a protective squeeze and glared goofily at the camera. “Yeah, guys. As you can see I’m perfectly fine. Unless I’m not and I’m a ghost. Oooooohhhhh~” He rebukingly teased before tickling (Y/n) and smiling when she burst into laughter.

Mark knew that if something happened to him, his friends or his mom would take care of his daughter. Yes, his body was a little messed up at times, but it had been a while since anything major happened, so he wasn’t too worried about it. For the time being however, while he was still relatively healthy, he’d happily spend as much time with his little girl as possible. 

As the final cut scene played through and the credits rolled, the two Fischbachs talked about their favorite parts of the game. “I think there were a few aspects I would’ve liked to have been included in, but overall it was a good game.” Said Mark with a shrug and (Y/n) laughed.

“Yeah, you’re just disappointed that Big Waifu Lady Dimitrescu didn’t make an appearance and instead we were stuck with Smelly Mold Lady Miranda.” He playfully shoved her which made her giggle. “How dare you make such bold claims! I feel rather insulted!” 

The previous comments had been almost forgotten as the father and daughter messed around both on and then off stream. They managed to score a good story for themselves in the real world, unlike their compared counterparts in the game, and that made them happy. Sure, worried thoughts lingered in the back of their minds, but at that moment, they didn’t matter. Mark and (Y/n) were a happy family, and to them that was all they could really ask for.

[abitlikelemon]

TLDR I'm struggling, forgive me for not having the best posts lately, help people if you can and how you can

This post is meaningless to anyone but me, but IDK if you have been following the Pancakes I feel like I owe you something like an apology or explanation. In the last few months, I feel like the effort I am showing has just tanked and that's because it has. I'm not quitting, I just... don't have the effort to give.

I have over 100 posts queued, I typically grab screenshots and queue them up. I edit a few a week, write the story bits, edit photos, do what I can to polish things up. So, there's this big queue of just screenshots that is auto posting. That's not a problem, but it becomes a problem when-

Life.

About three months ago I got word I got my 'dream' job. It's in quotes because I do not dream of labor 😌

I knew it would be a HUGE shift. I would get overwhelmed. Corporate button pushing, circle back in Teams meetings, add me to that email chain, kinda overwhelming. Not real overwhelming.

The week after I transitioned to this new job, my building caught fire? 🔥🤪🔥

It's not a question, it did, but it feels unreal, so I'm asking.

I AM FINE. I am so fucking lucky, no one in the building was hurt. My cats made it out. I have a safe place to stay. The fire was across the hall from me, so I'm dealing with smoke/water damage not direct fire damage.

Since then, my time not working has been spent talking about what I can keep, what has to be thrown away, what could pose a cancer risk because of chemicals used to put the fire out, when will I get to move back, do the walls have to be torn into, how much of the floors have to be replaced, is the building safe, can this be rebuilt. My time working, learning a new- the most complicated job I have ever had- role has been just as filled with overwhelming questions.

My anxiety is through the roof. I'm losing sleep. I saw a fire truck with lights on when I was out getting ice cream with a friend and made her follow it, to make sure it wasn't going to my house. I can't relax.

I'm getting the help I need to be okay, but I'm not there. My home was my safe place, and now everything in it is cancer, toxic, poison, don't touch that, leave that, it can be cleaned, we can't guarantee it can be cleaned well enough. 😐 I am so overwhelmed I can't think. Literally my short memory is shot, I can't retain anything. Honestly, even this post. I can't promise anything in this makes sense because my brain is fried.

So, long story short, my hundred queued post is on the list of things I just don't always have the time or brain matter to spruce up. Please forgive me for my bare bones effort and I hope you can still enjoy what does get posted. I hope you still enjoy following the lives of these little pixel dolls like I do.

I also want to also say, I AM SO FUCKING PRIVLAGED. I actually have so much to be grateful for.

There are people who have no choices, who's homes are being bombed. I had a place to go after the fire, there are people right now in the futuristic year of 2024 living in tents and in active danger at every moment.

I'm seeing messages in my asks from people asking for help, people who genuinely need help to keep their loved ones and themselves safe. If you can please donate, share, hold space for the people in Gaza and Palestine. No one deserves a death sentence.

[hotheadrednecksimmer]

I Did Something Bad - Struck by Love Legacy Challenge - Episode 12

The next day in the morning.

Maeve: Hey Star, will you check my phone? I think I heard my phone buzz but the shower is leaking again and I have to fix it before it gets real bad.

Star smiles at how handy Maeve is. Star doesn't have any clue on how to fix anything let alone plumbing issues: Of course, my love!

Star picks up Maeve's phone and unlocks it. Star sees the notification from Akira Kibo.

Star reads the message with questions in her eyes. She pulls out her own phone and puts Akira's number in her phone to text him. Star deletes the text from Akira claiming it's for the best.

Maeve from the bathroom: Did you look yet? Was it the kid's school? They start tomorrow. I'm a bit worried.

Star: No, nope, it was a scammer. I deleted it for you.

Maeve: Thanks, you're the best.

Later that day in Central Park

Maeve wanted to get updated family photos and professional photos of her and Star. So they set off to Central Park before Maeve had to jet off to work. Star was anxious knowing that she deleted the text that Akira had sent Maeve. Star knew it wasn't the right thing to do but to her knowledge, and to Maeve's, Kaito hadn't been over to Akira and Grace's house in years, let alone recently. Star had plan, get the backpack from Akira, and ask Kaito how he lost his backpack. Star checked her phone anxiously, checking the time or for any other texts for Akira telling her that he wasn't going to be able to meet her here later.

After family photos, Naomi went to shoot hoops while Star pushed Kaito on the swings. Star kept checking her watch anxiously as the afternoon went on. She finally noticed Akira and Grace near the playground.

Star: I'll be right back Kaito. Can you manage to push yourself?

Kaito: I think I'll go play on the space ship!

Star: Don't leave this area, okay? I'm just gonna be on the edge of the playground within eyesight!

Kaito: Okay Star!

Star walked up the steps towards where the couple were sitting. She didn't expect both of them to appear, but know Akira's wondering eye it wouldn't surprise Star if Grace was keeping an eye out on him.

Star awkwardly: Hello Akira and Grace.

Grace stands up and whispers something to Akira before leaving them alone.

Akira: She's hormonal, that wasn't against you.

Star not wanting this interaction to last long: Did you bring it?

Akira: Yeah, don't know how he left it. Naomi and Kaito came over yesterday because Grace invited them. I didn't know that they were coming. I don't want them to come back so do what you have to do to make sure they don't come back.

Star's mouth hung open for a second before she shut it. Star couldn't believe how Akira was talking about his children. Star was left speechless before swallowing and clearing her throat: Yeah, I'll get on that I guess.

Star reaches for the backpack before Akira pulls it out of her reach.

Akira: You don't have to be with Maeve, I know how lousy she is in bed. Come be with a rockstar.

Akira winks at her. Star again was left speechless. How could this man sit here and flirt with her as Star is knowingly in a relationship and he's in a relationship??

Star: I disagree, I really just came for the bag. I'll make sure the kids don't come over there again.

Akira still holding the backpack with a devious grin: Just be honest with me and the backpack is yours. Does Maeve really do it for you? I remember she never put out and no affection, always about work or the kids. Never enough time for anything, and I mean anything, else.

Star not wanting to lose her cool with Kaito so closeby that he could hear if she raised her voice. So in her most stern, yet quiet voice: Listen here motherfucker, I don't care who you are or how long you were with Maeve. You don't talk badly about her. You were lucky enough to have her in your pathetic life and you blew it. You can put on this face and lie, but I guarantee you, losing her will be the biggest regret of your life. Not only does Maeve do it for me, I do it for her. Even said that she never satisfied before me. Now give me the damn bag.

Akira couldn't believe Star spoke that way to him and spoke so passionately about Maeve. Akira gave over the backpack and muttered: Sorry. Didn't mean to strike a nerve.

Star took the bag and a small smirk began to form: You may be used to walking over other people and talking how you want, but not around here partner. Not to them, not to her.

Akira looked down at his feet and muttered something that Star couldn't hear, before walking away.

Star walked towards the playground and sat on the bench watching Kaito, reveling in the fact she put Akira in his place. Thirty minutes later, Naomi joined Star on the bench.

Naomi noticed the backpack that Star had by her feet not remembering if they brought that with them or not.

Naomi: Where'd you get that?

Star looks over at Naomi: I was hoping you and Kaito could tell me how it got to Akira's house.

Naomi eyes widened, realizing that she was about to get caught sneaking off to her father's house: It wasn't Kaito's fault so don't blame him. We weren't there for very long, we actually left kind of in a rush.

Star looks between Kaito on the playground and Naomi on the bench. Star ponders for a few minutes: Why? You don't have to answer if you don't want to, I'm just curious.

Naomi picked at her fingers and the hem of her skirt: Grace invited us over, she told me all these things at my birthday party. I wanted to know if they were true. I didn't think mom would be honest with me.

Star could feel her heart strings being pulled, knowing exactly what that felt like, wanting answers but unsure where to get them from. Star put a hand on Naomi's shoulder: I can assure you, that your mom will give you answers as you need them. All she wants to do is protect you and Kaito. And she wants what's best for you.

Naomi felt so many emotions - shame, guilt, unloved, anxious. Suddenly it felt like she couldn't breathe and the whole world was spinning. This was too much, she couldn't calm herself. Naomi started hyperventilating.

Star noticing this in Naomi: Are you okay? Naomi?

Naomi was still struggling to take a breath, her chest feeling tight. Naomi's panicked eyes meet Star's.

Star realizing what's happening to Naomi, an anxiety attack: Naomi, listen to me. You are okay, you are safe. What I want you to do is to focus on what you can see around you, can you tell me 3 things?

Naomi struggling to breathe, looks around and in a small voice: Kaito ......... the space rocket thing ............ the swings

Star nodding: Good, good. What's three things that you can touch?

Naomi closes her eyes for a couple seconds before opening them again and looking down: The bench ..... my skirt ...... my tights.

Star nodding again: What are three things that you can hear?

Naomi shutting her eyes closed to listen, she was better than before but not great: I can hear Kaito's laugh, the swings creaking, and a dog barking.

Star looking around assessing their surroundings: Good, now I want you to take slow breaths. I know you want to breathe fast but that won't help okay?

Naomi took long slow breaths until she was better. Several minutes had gone by and Star was still sitting next to her periodically looking over at Naomi and watching Kaito on the playground.

Star looking at Kaito on the playground: You okay? Anxiety attacks are rough. That tricked has saved me once or twice.

Naomi slowly nodded: Thank you, that's never happened to me before.

Star: Well, you're growing up, you're emotions are getting bigger as you grow. You've also been through a lot lately.

Naomi could feel the tears in her eyes welling up, she looked at her feet: You could say that again.

Star took a deep breath herself: I'm not sure what happened at Akira's, but I won't tell your mom you went there. I'm assuming you bribed Kaito to not tattle tale on you.

Naomi: He told me things that I was not expecting. Said that he never loved mom, me or Kaito. He just replaced us with Grace and my half siblings. How could you bring a child into this world and not love them? Grace went on and on at my party about how mom was awful to dad, and that he only stayed with her for us. She also said that mom was keeping us from him. She said so many hateful things about mom.

Naomi let her tears flow and she couldn't stop them, not that she wanted to. Star's eyes filled with tears as she listened to Naomi's heart-wrenching secret.

Star: Oh, honey, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry that you are in the middle of this mess. They shouldn't have put you in that position. It's not fair to you. I can tell you this, your mom loves you and would do anything for you. She has attempted to reach out to Akira for months with no response.

Naomi wiped her eyes, the last of her tears rolling off her cheeks: I know she loves me. It just sucks that the other person who raised me, doesn't care. What did I do wrong? What made me not love me anymore?

Star put her arm around Naomi: Listen, you didn't do anything wrong, and it's not your fault. Unfortunately, some people aren't meant to have children, they aren't built for it. You are a fantastic girl, who's smart and talented, and you're going places in this world.

Before Naomi could respond to Star, Kaito came over to the two of them. They decided to leave the park since it was getting dark, but that they all deserved to get a sweet treat before going home!

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[Image description: A watercolour picture of three of my characters, Roger and Jess, who are sleeping and their imaginary sister Screwball watching over them. Roger (left) is a brown anthro rabbit with long, orange-tipped brown hair in a ponytail. He is wearing a colourful hoodie decorated with a jackalope shoulder patch and a desert with cacti landscape, a brown t-shirt with a rabbit skeleton on it, a Playboy bunny earring, and ripped blue jeans with a charm of Mirko from MHA hanging from the pocket. Jess (right) is a human girl with long, wavy red hair. She is wearing a Miffy hair clip, a yellow varsity sweater with her name on it, a red pleated skirt and yellow knee-high socks. Screwball (top) is a white toon rabbit with short, red hair, a swirl in one eye and a lop ear. She is wearing a blue and yellow polka dot bow, yellow gloves and a puffy red dress with different patterned patches sewn on it. They are in a colourful cloud world, asleep on a cloud table which has their real homework and textbooks scattered on it. Screwball's friends, various anthro foodstuffs and trees with pie-eyes, are partying behind them.]

In the world of my detective story Truth Seekers, there are many supernatural creatures with individual approaches to integrating with humans. Some hide amongst humans and some isolate themselves in their communities, but this can cause problems for human/supernatural hybrids like the two in the picture.

Roger (left) and Jess (right) are twins with a half-jackalope father and a human mother. Their father is determined to be fully human, to the point of forcing his kids to hide their non-human features and moving them to the UK to get away from other jackalopes. The pressure of keeping this secret and having to adjust to a new school and curriculum is pushing the twins to their breaking point.

Roger hides it very well behind his easy-going slacker persona and he has made friends very quickly, but having to constantly hold human form is taxing on his body and mind. Even at home, his jackalope features mean that he’s the scapegoat child, having to put up with his father’s blatant disdain for him. To spite his father, he’s taken to wearing rabbit-themed clothing and pestering him with questions about jackalope culture.

In contrast, Jess is hiding it a lot less well. Leaning on her alpha-bitch cheerleader persona was bad enough in America, but in Britain it just looks ridiculous and it guarantees that she won’t make any friends in her new school. In fact, she’s already made at least one enemy, a truant student named Ariel who has to put up with Jess harassing her any time she actually shows up for school. At home, Jess is a very different person. As the golden child, she has to be perfect and meek around her father, so that she doesn’t lose his favour.

All that Roger and Jess have is each other. Together, they have retreated into a private fantasy land. It started out as a story they wrote together based on the cartoons they loved as kids, but then they started dreaming of their cartoon land every single night. They knew that was strange, but they didn’t want give up their safe place, so they continued to dream. They soon decided that they should liven up the place by making a wacky toon rabbit to be their friend. They named her Screwball and made her their little sister. Her endearingly wacky antics made their lives a lot brighter, but there are signs that she’s a little too clingy to her big bro and sis. If it were up to her, they’d stay with her forever…

(Yes, this is all one big Roger Rabbit reference. These characters started out as fan-kids for Roger and Jessica that I made as a teenager and I'm repurposing them.)

Medium: Watercolour pens on paper.

Links to other versions: DeviantART Instagram

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AINUN'S FILM REVIEW

THE HUNGER GAMES: THE BALLAD OF SONGBIRDS AND SNAKES

Ratings: 9.7/10

It was an emotionally conflicting experience watching President Snow's character development and eventual rise to power when they have freaking Tom Blyth playing the protagonist. I am going to need a few nights to render my thoughts and resolve my moral dilemma 🙂 ✌️. All throughout the film, I cannot help but imagine the Tumblr uproar if this were to be released in 2010-2014. I just know Tumblr girlies (me included) would be completely insufferable, simping over yet another problematic fictional man. 

Full disclaimer though, I haven't yet read the book (I will), so my whole review is going to be based on my first time experiencing his story and the film only. Minor Spoiler Alert!

Right off the bat, very surprising (but obviously expected) this film absolutely nailed it. Once again, a Hunger Games movie outmatched previous releases and broke the bad-sequel curse. It would've been a solid 10/10 from me if it didn't push me into a spiral of moral dilemma over Snow's actions and how GORGEOUS he looked when he was younger (/joke) (/but not really) (damn you, Tom Blyth).

Truly, Francis Lawrence did his magic once more, the whole deliverance of the story was a cinematic blessing. The fight scenes and the tension built up before and after the games had me on my feet, gripping the edge of my seat, terrified yet enthralled by what was about to happen. Having read and watched the trilogy, I have a slight notion of how the ending would be. Whatever happens, Snow will survive and rise as the most powerful victor in all of Panem. And to know that, whilst watching the games and his exile story played out, honestly terrifies me. 

Having the story laser-focused (and very well written) on the main villain had me occasionally losing myself in his emotions and perspective, I lost grip on the reality of the abuse and oppression The Capitol inflicted on all 12 districts and their people, with The Hunger Games as the peak reminder of their terrors, showing the people who're actually in power. I found myself empathizing with Snow's character during some of his vulnerable moments. For a moment I imagined if only people were nicer, if his circumstances were a little bit more ideal, Snow would have grown up to be a better person (which obviously was a terribly false assumption as this man is honestly devil reincarnated). 

ALSO, as a self-proclaimed musical addict, I simply cannot write this review without giving my highest praise to Rachel Zegler, Dave Cobb and James Newton Howard for perfecting the film with their music. Every time Zegler starts singing, I get goosebumps all over. Her verses and emotions took hold of my entire body and moved me to feel whatever emotions the creators wanted me to feel. Midway, I felt like Zegler's decision to pursue acting instead of singing should make hit singers grateful because she would sweep them away so quickly with that voice and talent 🥹.

The film perfectly mirrors how fights against oppression are often harshly labelled as unjust terrors or savage rebellions, deserving of brutal punishments by the ruling governments. Regardless of how these "rebellions" were simply a desperate attempt for the oppressed to survive another day. When the stakes are too high, beyond their control, and the prospect of a better future is bleak, they would have nothing more to lose. Fighting would be the only option they have. It would be either fight or die. A literal, real-life hunger game where the whole world is your arena. And considering current global events, the release of this film feels extremely fitting. Which raises one big question: "If you can stand with the rebels fighting for justice, against immoral and inhumane rulings in movies and books, why won't you stand for them in real life?"

The movie ended with Snow finally getting a spot in The Capitol, a near guarantee of a successful future, with his grandmother and Tigris by his side congratulating him. Not going to spoil the ending for anyone who hasn't watched the film, but I'm just gonna say that in that scene I so wish I could hear both Tigris and Snow's inner thoughts and emotions. 

In conclusion, I regret not watching this movie sooner and totally recommend all dystopian fiction fans to watch in the theaters! 

[5-7-9]

My Reclamation AU (canon divergent) summary for context

Prequel or S1: This starts at the very beginning where Batman has just started his vigilante career, likewise Joker and his villain career. It’s just Joker and Batman quickly climbing the ranks of recognition, and essentially reestablishing the Gotham mythos with the other rogues (I reserved a few for later down the timeline). Harley and Robin are the main side characters. I purposefully made it so Joker doesn’t ever have enough time to kill Jason or cripple/handicap Barbra, and although I left in the part where he terrorizes people, he doesn’t do it so often enough for that to be his main identifier (still pretty memorable & bad). Eventually Batman realizes the way he fights crime is not as effective, and Joker realizes he can’t protect himself from losing more than he has already lost. This entire narrative accumulates to the end where they make a deal. If Joker can go through the process of rehabilitation but still come out as “evil” or uncontrollably “insane,” then Batman will back off of helping him for good once and for all. If Batman can go through this ordeal of actually helping but goes back on his word for whatever reason, then Joker would make sure he regrets it. (There is no romance here, just obsession).

Main story or S2:Joker begins his rehabilitation while Bruce Wayne starts reconstructing Arkham Asylum from within. Batman and Bruce Wayne both visit Arkham. (I still haven’t figured out what specific activities Batman is doing yet). Jason gets adopted somewhere around here in the timeline. 

Joker eventually gets released, creating a new alter ego to test his ability to play a “normal” citizen (based after the Amnesiac!Joker) (Jack Napier). Bruce gets into doing a sorta neighborhood check where he checks for any potential renovations (not gentrification dw) (idk if that’s a real job but it’s narratively important, so). (I might put this in Part 1 instead). Batman and Joker (+ Jack and Bruce) go through certain events that push them (and others) closer, and eventually leads them into officially getting together (also publically) (romantically). (It’s a slow burn romance). 

Sequel or S3: I haven’t thought of any specific plot points, so it’s just there. Batman and Joker (Jack and Bruce) healthy relationship stuff i guess (it takes me lots of effort to think about romance so feel free to fill in the blank). Using this to flesh out the rest of the Batfam, and some rouges stuff too. Once I gather all of the Batfam is when this story ends in my mind. (I have not thought about them being grandparents but feel free to be inspired to). 

Okay I think that’s it. Context over, from here on out I’m just gonna say stuff and tag it “My Reclamation AU.” Feel free to ask questions if anyone actually reads this and cares to. Feel free to also discuss redemption relating to Batman stuff with me (no guarantee I’ll know everyone or everything). (Legally you can’t talk to me about NSFW stuff).

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A Horrible End or Never-ending Horror (but in Buffyverse)

A Buffyverse essay inspired by other Buffyverse essays.

(I’m using the most appropriate gifs and I thank all the creators in advance: @bscgirl99, @charmedslayer, @haydenpanettieres​)

Before I begin this long dig through heroism in both shows, I want to make it clear that it’s the shortcomings that make these characters relatable. So with all the criticism, I understand exactly where they are coming from.

If anything This isn’t a scientific work, this is an attempt to understand the characters even more. 

Also, this essay is heavily inspired by both “The Strength and Conviction to Lose so Relentlessly”: Heroism in Angel (by Ian Mathers) and The Three Faces of Anne: Identity Formation in BTVS and Angel (by Don Tresca) essays. The former originally made me want to contradict several points, but the more I thought, the more I wanted to contradistinguish both idealistic looks at what it means to be a Hero. This idea is the red thread in BTVS and Angel and no one really illustrates the conflict of a hero better than Buffy and Angel, since they both have to live this “heroic” life, and at different times choose different paths.

Heroism is a vast term and the quickest way to kickstart the conversation in regards to the Buffyverse is to recall Lindsey’s quote “Every day you sit behind your desk and you learn a little more how to accept the world the way it is. Well, here's the rub. Heroes don't do that. Heroes don't accept the world the way it is. They fight it.”

And this quote, while defining a hero (in Lindsey’s opinion though), immediately raises questions.

The Definition of Heroism for Buffy

The way I see it, Buffy’s understanding of heroism comes from several elements of her life. First, she is human. Her life is finite and she knows that. Even before coming face to face with her own mortality, she understands that one day her life will inevitably come to an end.

When she is first called, her place in the world is still undecided. She has no thorough plans or vision of her life as an adult, so in a way, it is simpler for her to rearrange her life and the image of the world to fit in the suddenly revealed supernatural side of it.

Despite that, she only fully encounters her own mortality by the end of s.1 (“Prophecy Girl”) and fully accepts her role as the slayer in “Anne” (s.3). To study that better, you might want to read “The Three Faces of Anne”. Don Tresca compares Anne’s Identities throughout her appearances and studies them according to works on Identity search.

So by the time episode “Amends” comes around, we have a Buffy who knows what her life is going to be like, and is ready to define her own understanding of heroism. She will fight every day, until one day she dies and a new slayer takes her place to fight the same fight. Despite Lindsey’s claim, she doesn’t fight the world, she, in fact, accepts it and her role in it. And she follows this role up to season 5 when she dies. Had “The Gift” been the last episode in the series, this definition would’ve certainly stuck.

Her transformation after being resurrected is what likely urges her to become the “hero” by Lindsey’s standard when she chooses to change the world instead of keeping up the fight.

Yet changing the world does not necessarily equal winning or even pushing the opponent far enough. With approx. 2000 newly called slayers there is still no guarantee that the world will become safer.

In fact, we get to see several outcomes here: In the episode “Damage” (Angel), where a traumatized slayer wreaks havoc, in the comics with pirate slayers and sired slayers (don’t make me use that word), and in In Every Generation, where in fact, changes do make the world safer although ultimately causing a restart of the slayer line.

But that’s a different Buffy, by all means, she’s been through a real death, a real afterlife, and a painful resurrection followed by depression. In the s.6 finale, Buffy was still prepared to fight an army day by day if it came to this. She wasn’t looking for an out which may be why she got one. This kind of reward may be a fictional concept but it teaches you a lesson nonetheless.

The Definition of Heroism for Angel

Angel has had a longer life, thus he presents a more complex view of heroism. At the same time, it is very different for him.

Throughout his life, Angel has high as well as low points, and each time he redefines what it means to be heroic, even if he doesn’t consider it so.

From the very beginning of his afterlife (when he was already a fully formed adult), he had a prospect of eternal life ahead of him. At some point, every experience and every choice had to be viewed through the lens of eternity. Darla was forever, the Whirlwind was forever, murdering and maiming, and torturing – all that was forever. And after he was already ensouled, his repentance was meant to be forever.

Angel’s point of view is that of a sympathetic villain with a soul rather than a hero: there is so much suffering in the world, it’s easier to let it all burn. It’s similar to what we saw from Dark Willow and it’s as far as creators usually allow their heroes when taking them to the dark side.

After getting his soul, Angel doesn’t abandon his pov. This is opposite to the way heroes in fiction generally look at the world, searching for hope and kindness.

And that’s easy to explain, let’s once again take Buffy, who lives in both worlds, thus sees both good and bad and gains a vantage point.

Angel, no matter how he tries to insert himself into real life, remains primarily in the supernatural domain and encounters the world at its worst. For him, Buffy was that first image of everything good in the world. This doesn’t make sense to the viewers now and doesn’t have to, but it’s most akin to a Petrarchan obsession. But at that moment being a hero for Angel was strongly tied to protecting this “goodness”. While this is also about redemption, it is still heroism.

Everything good in the world sends Angel to hell, so he is taken down a notch. He tried to fight as she does and he failed.

The episode “Amends” takes it further, offering us Buffy’s definition of heroism, the one she herself applies: “Strong is fighting. It's hard and it's painful and it's every day. It's what we have to do.”

Angel accepts her words, but by the end of the season still chooses what may be a hard and necessary thing but not necessarily heroic. Not by Buffy’s understanding anyway.

He comes back to that same conflict later when Darla awakens yet another identity crisis in him. It’s a question of how he has to fight. While preparing for one big and final takedown of Wolfram and Hart, he is informed by none other than Holland Manners about the ongoing Apocalypse and his place in it. He is a thorn in the side of one party and a soldier in another. He isn’t it, despite the prophecy and all the efforts Wolfram and Hart are putting into destroying him personally. This same notion comes back and hits him harder when Spike returns to challenge his place as a unique vampire with a soul.

All this comes back to Angel’s ego that constantly stands in the way of him becoming a true hero by the first, Buffy’s definition as well as by his own in season 2 (“Epiphany”).

“Angel: Well, I guess I kinda worked it out. If there's no great glorious end to all this, if nothing we do matters... , then all that matters is what we do. 'Cause that's all there is. What we do. Now. Today. I fought for so long, for redemption, for a reward, and finally just to beat the other guy, but I never got it. Kate Lockley: And now you do? Angel: Not all of it. All I wanna do is help. I wanna help because, I don't think people should suffer as they do. Because, if there's no bigger meaning, then the smallest act of kindness is the greatest thing in the world.”

This all is thrown away before the final battle.

Hero’s last stand: Buffy vs Angel

The duality of a hero’s depiction is shown in both finales and the episodes leading up to them. While Buffy is prepared to face yet another apocalypse and lay down the lives of her companions and her own, she expects to win. It’s almost as if she doesn’t accept defeat. Even if she dies, she is thinking further ahead, of a second front even, of fulfilling her mission as the protector from the dark forces. This is easier for her also because she knows her role (not just as “pivotal”) and has a higher calling as opposed to Angel, who is just said to be called to action by higher beings. Buffy has a full understanding of who she is, what, and why she does what she does. In a way, she comes to her show’s finale as a more mature hero. She goes into the fight with the knowledge that she will win, and it only reminds us how brighter the colors are in her world.

Angel, goes on a suicide mission and drags his teammates along with him. The difference here is, they are all weathered, they have luggage of massive losses, a battle that seems to have no end in sight, and plain being tired. They might all be 20-something but it certainly feels like a 30-year-old’s choice. This isn’t that surprising, considering how old at least three of them are.  And for them in particular it’s either a horrible end or never-ending horror.  (Meanwhile, Gunn’s been fighting the good fight since childhood, and Wes has nothing to live for.)

They make a relatable albeit ultimately useless choice. They mobilize all their power and resources to fight those who… provide them with said power and resources. They give their all to hurt their enemy just a little. In the process, they might have kickstarted the Apocalypse, signing everyone in the world (or at least in LA) up for their battle.

These are the actions of a passionary without support. In fact, Buffy has done that same thing during the infamous Sunnydale High Graduation, only in her case, she had consent from everyone who was prepared to fight.  Angel only asks his teammates.

Even as Angelus, Angel is used to winning. He is either superior on any battlefield or does not encounter the enemy at all. He always wants to fight the big bad himself instead of relinquishing his power or sharing it. Even in the final battle, he goes for the biggest thing - the dragon.

An eternal fight full of losses, the fight for which he already gave up so much (Buffy, his friends, his son) terrifies him. And this fight is painted as conformism.

If you look closer, this last stand feels more like overcompensating for the choice to take over Wolfram & Hart. Paying with your life for the mistake you’ve made. Is it heroism?

It comes back to the overused trope of choosing the ultimate sacrifice over a long path of redemption, despite the whole show surrounding this topic. It’s shown as a path to the much desired heroic status, while sometimes being a hero is just hard and maybe invisible work every day for the rest of your life, be it eternal or finite.

That said, “Not Fade Away” is still my favorite finale on TV.

[ariesmemes]

♡    ╱    POP 2 SENTENCE STARTERS ( created using charli xcx’s 2017 album pop 2. feel free to adjust to fit your muse. )

“i can’t escape all the voices and so i turn it up”

“i got to parties with strangers so i can figure it out”

“run through a city at midnight to feel like a star”

“i want it all even if it’s fake”

“breaking your heart, split it in half”

“told you it all”

“year and a half, are we in love?”

“i’ll never know”

“i know i’m wrong”

“what a mistake”

“i’ll never change”

“driving so fast”

“i’m better off alone”

“all alone”

“i’m wide awake lying next to him and feel it all”

“i got a thirst for distraction that i can’t take back”

“my fingers run through his hair”

“i’m gripping at regrets”

“i put my mouth on his lips to taste”

“no sleep”

“i don’t learn”

“wanna burn”

“wanna turn all the way up”

“wanna burn in the dirt til i’m out of luck”

“heart on the floor when he telephone rings”

“i just wanna believe”

“drop all my morals, i just wanna sin”

“i’m out of my head”

“please get out of my head”

“need you”

“need you out”

“party with my tears”

“swaying with my fears”

“get me high”

“i’ll get by if i’m getting love”

“i get by with a little love”

“you got me doing all this stupid shit”

““you fuck me up like this

“secretly i’m into it though”

“you’re so lucky”

“you get away with it all”

“even though you got me you still want it all”

“can i ask you a question?”

“do you ever feel guilt for what you done?”

“you got no reception”

“you’re breaking up”

“tell you i believe you but i don’t”

“you’re just way too numb”

“i know you never loved me and i knew it all along”

“see through my eyes”

“wish me luck”

“drive through the night”

“head on your shoulder but i miss you so much:

“kiss me in the hallway”

“tears are rolling down my face”

“try to hide the lies when we touch”

“burn in the sheets with no love”

“now you gotta go”

“used to be five star”

“when i had nothing you gave me silhouette dreams and we made them real”

i killed the lights

“throwing all the china around the kitchen”

“i kicked the ladder under you”

“that ain’t love”

“holding on until we break”

“now we’re in a different place”

“i can feel my body ache”

“jealous of me”

“envious hoes in their all-green”

“if you ain’t made well you’re about to be”

“i got it”

“crashed your daddy’s lamborghini”

“got a couple of bitches that want my attention”

“they’re acting real vicious but i’m not offended”

“another check coming in”

“go fuck your prototype”

“i’m an upgrade of your stereotype”

“don’t come with a guarantee”

“i’ll use you up like you’re my battery”

“i feel the spark between us”

“if you mess it up i’ll self destruct”

“the way you look at me, i short circuit”

“you make me lose control”

“it’s automatic”

“you push my buttons”

“i get what i want”

“i got you hypnotised”

“i read your thoughts when you look in my eyes:

“i’m a beast in the sheets”

“i’ll clone you”

“i’ll swerve you”

“is your love for real though?”

“you don’t remember”

“i always think about you when i’m high”

“i wanna hear you whisper on the telephone”

“you call me up and then i’m satisfied”

“do something special to me”

“you’re so delicious”

“can you keep me with you?”

“i won’t forget you”

“there’s no wifi in the forest”

“i found a better connection”

“i see a better reflection”

“got an angel”

“i’m gonna care for you”

“leave a message”

“switch it up”

“never let me go”

“when it rains, it pours”

“got the roof down”

“kiss me hard in the rain”

“you got the candy-coloured eyes”

“you’re on my mind”

“i’m feeling kind of nervous but i like it”

“take my t-shirt off and do it right”

“watching the world alone”

“just you and i”

“caught in a lip lock”

“tastes like cherry maraschino”

“if you want my hear then don’t you drop it”

“i’m right here”

“right in your pocket”

“never stop it”

“try to unlock it”

“you’re my dinner”

“i know they could do you but i could do it better”

“bring me out to london”

“i can show you something”

“that’s how we do”

“you’re wanting me too”

“i like the preview”

“we’re not there but we are on the way”

“we’re riding waves”

“let’s get it going”

“sip this champagne”

“can you unlock it?”

“kiss me hard”

“i’ve been fantasising about a porsche”

“i’ve been running around for so long now”

“every day and everywhere i go i see you”

“take back all your love cause fake words ain’t enough”

“i gave it all”

“you only care how your money talks”

“you pushed everyone away”

“i played it out about a thousand times”

“you won’t hear my teardrops when they’re falling”

“you hear me coming?”

“got it all just to prove you wrong”

“you spent my love”

“didn’t spend my money”

“i know your game and you played it right”

“my love is blind”

“tell your new lover to enjoy the ride”

“pop the chardonnay”

“kiss her lips goodbye”

“i let you know”

“i just wanna drink you up”

“i blame it on your love”

“every time you get to close i run away”

“every time you say the words i don’t know what to say”

“really wish that i could change”

“i blame it on your love every time i fuck it up”

“i can’t help it”

“i can’t stop”

“sorry i’m a little scared”

“no one ever really cared”

“i took you for granted”

“just a big misunderstanding”

“i just wanna spend the night sleeping in your bed tonight”

“watch a little tv”

“i love it when you need me”

“i know to blame it on your love”

[sociomi]

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What If My House Won’t Sell During A Divorce in Jacksonville FL?

Introduction

When searching for "What if my house won’t sell during a divorce in Jacksonville, FL?", you're likely dealing with a high-stress situation where you need clarity on how to proceed with selling a home under difficult circumstances. Divorce is already emotionally and financially challenging, and the added burden of a property that isn’t selling can feel overwhelming. You may be feeling stuck, unsure of your options, or anxious about the time and money you are losing as the house sits on the market. You probably have a few key questions: "Why is my house not selling?" "What can I do if my house won't sell fast enough?" "Are there ways to avoid costly repairs, agent fees, or months of uncertainty?" This blog will address these concerns, explaining why your house may not be selling and offering practical solutions for getting the sale done quickly and easily. Importantly, we’ll also show you why selling to a trusted cash buyer like us might be the best solution when your house just won’t sell through traditional methods.

Why Your House May Not Be Selling During a Divorce in Jacksonville, FL

If you’re facing a divorce in Jacksonville, FL, and your house won’t sell, you’re not alone. Many couples going through a divorce struggle with the same issue, and the reasons behind it can be varied. Typically, when a home is stuck on the market, it’s due to pricing issues, poor presentation, or a lack of buyer interest.

First, pricing is crucial. Divorce situations can make it difficult to determine the right listing price, especially if emotions are involved. If one spouse is unwilling to sell the house at the market value, or if there’s disagreement on the price, the home may end up overpriced, pushing buyers away.

Property condition is another key factor. In divorce situations, there’s often a lack of time or motivation to make repairs, and the home may fall into disrepair. Buyers can be turned off by homes that require extensive updates, which is common in a divorce situation where financial and emotional priorities are elsewhere.

Another challenge is market conditions. If you are selling in a slow real estate market, even a perfectly priced, well-maintained home may take longer to sell. Divorce doesn’t wait for the market to improve, but if your property isn’t moving fast enough, you may find yourself feeling trapped.

Finally, the stress of divorce can prevent both parties from working together to facilitate the sale of the home. Divorcing spouses often cannot agree on the next steps, causing delays in making decisions or finding the right buyer.

Understanding why your house is not selling is the first step toward finding a solution. If you're struggling to get your home sold quickly, you should know that there are faster and simpler ways forward.

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How to Sell Your Home Quickly During a Divorce in Jacksonville, FL

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The Hidden Costs of Traditional Selling During Divorce

Selling a home during a divorce can come with unexpected costs, particularly if your house isn’t selling as quickly as you’d hoped. In a traditional sale, you’ll need to pay for real estate agent commissions, which are typically 6% of the sale price. On a $300,000 house, that’s $18,000 right off the top. Additionally, repair costs can add up, especially if your home is in need of updating or fixing. These costs can range anywhere from a few thousand dollars for minor repairs to tens of thousands for major renovations.

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Conclusion: How to Make the Right Choice for Your Divorce Sale in Jacksonville

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[webbedphantom]

The Death of Gwen Stacy? [The only other arc/storyline I know ^^; ]

This is one that I've actually thought a lot about, and the way I'd go about it is much different from what you'd expect.

If you've looked at my second account, you'd know that Makoto is kind of the Gwen Stacy of the AU, but given she's also Venom, you might be wondering how that would even work?

Well... what if I told you it's not Makoto, but Futaba that takes the fall.

Let me explain:

Akechi in this reality has been wearing a symbiote for a few months, and he's losing his mind. The way the suits work is that they grant you power, but they begin to twist your desires. They're not inherently evil, but if you wear one for too long, you'll start to lose sight of yourself, and begin to act more like your shadow.

At the same time, Futaba is starting to feel inadequate. She supports the team with her hacking skills, and a drone she uses to survey the battlefield, but she's now the only one on the team without a Persona, without powers. At first it was just Aaron, but one by one, the others awoke to their powers, or in Makoto's case, acquired them herself through other means, leaving her as the odd one out.

So one day, after a battle against a foe that had put the whole city into a blackout, Futaba leaves the safety of her room and makes her way to the fight to try help out, to provide her usual support from on the scene, and while she is successful in that... Akechi takes advantage of it.

He'd been watching the team, biding his time and waiting for the right moment to strike. He's completely lost sight of his original goals, his ego wounded from being bested twice by the Spider and his teammates. The only thing he cares about now is making them hurt.

So he strikes, grabbing the girl and flying into the air, taunting the team as he carries her off towards a skyscraper, where he leaves her trapped on the roof.

The Phantoms give chase, a fight quickly breaking out, and even though they outnumber him substantially, he is able to take them all on. But then, just when it seems like they might be winning, Akechi throws a curve ball, and knocks Futaba off the side of the building, sending her plummeting to her death. Aaron immediately dives for her, but he can't get close enough. So he fires out a webline to catch her and-

Snap.

He sets her down on a lower part of the building, before jumping down to check on her, only to see that her nose is bleeding, and that she isn't moving. Its then that he realizes his mistake. In trying to save her, he ended up snapping her neck.

But... there is one other thing I forgot to mention-

See, the serum that gave him and his friends their powers has a few quirks. For one, if it succeeds, it will completely regenerate the user's body, meaning any injuries will be healed, no matter the severity. Secondly, it only succeeds if the person in question is ready to accept their shadow. And if they're not, it's guaranteed to kill them. And finally, and this is the big one, succeeding here will connect them to the Metaverse, giving them powers, but also allowing more dangerous entities to cross over to the real world. And I say all this to emphasize what happens next.

Because during that last big fight, Aaron was able to get ahold of a vial of the serum, something that he knows is incredibly dangerous and potentially deadly. Yet once the idea crosses his mind, he doesn't even hesitate to expose Futaba to it. He knows the risks, but he cannot, he will not lose anyone else. Not when he can still save them.

Thankfully, his gamble pays off, and Futaba awakens to her powers... while also being extremely traumatized by the experience since... well, she did kinda die. In fact, she kinda shuts down for a good long while, shutting herself in room as she tries to process everything.

She does eventually get better, and slowly starts to experiment with her powers, pushing her limits further and further until eventually, she becomes the strongest member of the team. But that story I feel is best saved for another post.

As for Akechi, his arc is also better saved for a separate post. There's just a lot to cover, and while it's not all that fleshed out, I don't think I could do it justice here.

I hope I was able to explain this all alright. If you couldn't tell, a lot of this stuff is just loose concepts, but I think there's a good story in here somewhere. I just gotta work out the details.

Also, none of this stuff has to apply to our threads, though I feel that should go without saying. These adaptations are mostly just for fun, and world-building for the fanfic, should I ever get around to finishing that-

[cocamalfeta]

Regarding that 'not a shipper, swear I'm not even though I'm all up in shipper rhetoric' anon giving you advice (lol) and asking why the company would promote one 'gay' r/s while protecting another, the simple answer is deniability.

All idols do fanservice. That's expected, it's practically demanded by the fans, so everyone turns a blind eye to the 'gayness' of it because there's a level of deniability that allows fans to see cute moments while also believing their idol is still accessible to them.

However when you got idols in a same sex r/s also doing fanservice, you completely lose the deniability factor and you give people looking for a 'gotcha' moment more evidence towards their headlines and stories should any hint of the reality of the situation come to light.

If I'm not dating my friend then a touch is just a touch but if I am dating my friend then that touch becomes so much more.

So that's why the company would push one and not the other because if anyone ever questioned the fanservice between a pair who arent romantically involved, they know there's nothing real for them to uncover, no secrets that they could bring to light---but with a pair who are actually involved, they no longer have that security or guarantee.

And it's really not worth discussing anything else with someone who can't even grasp something as simple as that.

Yes, very well explained, thank you. Won't you disclose your username? I dont even know what i'm doing writing about these things lol --i think its because as I'm writing i don t feel the need to scroll or repost so much It gets so boring