#then did harm to others around her to cover it up (some blame can go to Daemon and Viserys. I can and will say that)

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^^ screenshot. blends in on mobile/dark mode ^^

that wasn't why she was mad though, well it was and wasn't. it wasn't that she had sex necessarily, but more the weight and nuance of it all, of Rhaenyra being the princess, who Alicent had been trying her best to serve the best interest of and protect in terms of betrothals and Viserys, having sex in a very public place. she was clearly upset and holding back tears when she confronts Rhaenyra that first time, but she isn't especially angry. she's angry when Rhaenyra lied to her face on her dead mother's name, going so far as to act upset and offended Alicent could ever insinuate anything about her, played the victim, had sex with two separate people in one night and said she was still a maiden (from Alicent's perspective she couldn't have known Rhaenyra only tried to have sex with Daemon and was unsuccessful, she could only believe that she had sex with both Daemon and Criston), and then used her power to have her father (the only person Alicent had) banished from kings landing, all the while she had put her ass on the line for her in front of Viserys, who never believed Rhaenyra to begin with. it wasn't simply the fact that Rhaenyra had sex, she's mad because Rhaenyra used her, hurt her, did harm to her name and the work both she and Viserys had put towards giving her a choice no royal girl, especially a princess, could ever imagine, and she spit in their faces.

there's also the fact that Cole admitted IMMEDIATELY what had transpired, asked not for forgiveness but for death, and admitted that it was dubcon. it's a very different situation. she also sympathized with the fact he felt great remorse for both the act of sleeping with the princess but also his breakdown that lead to the murder of Joffery. all we see is her stopping him and then a near decade has passed and they are close friends, we know nothing of how this friendship evolved, when she fully forgave him for his acts, what it took for him to earn her trust and forgiveness.

not saying either of them are saintly and perfectly correct in that situation, but you boil it down to the point that the situation is unrecognizable. you ignored all of the nuance on both sides. Alicent was never mad about the sex, upset yes, mad no, she was mad at how Rhaenyra could hurt her so horribly (amongst many other things. I don't think she, someone who shared her grief with Rhaenyra over their dead mother's, could ever get over how Rhaenyra lied on her name. me personally? I'd be sick to my stomach every time I looked at her for the rest of my days). Cole was coerced into sex, which he was honest and seeked death for repentance, had a breakdown and murdered someone (I won't defend this, you can't, he did murder an innocent person, that is a fact) but felt so guilty he tried to kill himself and seemingly spent the last 10ish years making up for it (where as I can name multiple people Rhaenyra outright in level head and mind maimed/murdered/otherwise allowed or dismissed the deaths/injury of, for her own goals and didn't give a second thought to so.... girly walks atop barely cooled corpse's time and time again).

[igotanidea]

Spoiled: Dick Grayson x reader

Summary: Women's day with Dick.

Warning: a little innuendo at the end, but no worries, minors allowed ;)

***

After knowing each other for a few years they became a couple in June, hence 8th March of a current year was their first International Women’s Day together.

Well- to say the whole truth – it was her first IWD with him, but the point stood.

And Dick Grayson was not known for doing anything half-way when it came to his girlfriend(s).

Since he might have fucked up Valentines’ day (in his defense he wasn’t entirely sure of how she felt about it since there was never even a hint on her part that she wanted to celebrate it and their relationship was still kind of fresh) it was obvious he had to make up for it, by giving her the best 8th March celebration ever.

“Morning sweetheart.”

At this point she should have been used to him visiting her apartment in the most abnormal morning hours, coming back from his Nightwinging-shit. Regardless, being torn from the sleep by his blue and black silhouette and domino mask, sometimes with the widest, charming, boyish grin and some other with blood and injuries all over was something she couldn’t move past.

“mmhmh….” She muttered rolling on her side in the bed to check the hour. 5 am. 5 am at fucking Friday. “are you hurt….?” Poor girl couldn’t even find any strength to bash him.

“no, not exactly—”

“then I’m sure it can wait for two or three hours? Come on, Grayson. I start my shift at 9 today, let me have some more rest….”

“But—” Dick frowned taking off his mask and studying her silhouette curled under the cover, one leg still in the dreamland. Did she really forget what day was it today?

“Mh. Just shut up and come here….” She mumbled again lifting the hem of the blanket, silently inviting him in and it actually did lift his spirits.

As quick as possible he stripped of his suit and slid into the bed next to her, immediately wrapping arms around her waist pulling her close. Unsure whether it was him looking for comfort and assurance he would always have someone to come home to, or rather him giving her love and warmth and safety – a must have for a woman.

“Y/n….” he whispered in her ear, running fingers up and down her back soothingly, creating the atmosphere of intimacy and love.

“The hell you want?” she snuggled closer

“Best wishes…”

“What…?” she raised her head, searching his eyes, all the sleepiness leaving her at once “you sure you’re not injured? Like – your head for example? My b-day are in September, our anniversary is in June, I didn’t win a lottery, there’s no occasion today so what are you talking about?”

“Y/N! baby!” Dick laughed pecking the top of her nose playfully “come on, think for a moment!”

“It’s 5 a.m. are you seriously asking me to freaking think?”

“What kind of special day do we have in March?”

“World Self-harm Awareness Day?”

“What?” he laughed whole-heartedly “that’s really the first thing that came to your pretty little head?”

“Jerk.”

“Come on baby… Flowers, chocolates, fancy dates…”

“Are you trying to remind me you fucked up Valentines’ Day?”

“It was not me! It was Nightwing’s fault.”

“Oh yeah, right. Blame your alter ego and you’re on a highway to split personality. Seriously what-“ she lift herself, a bit annoyed at his games now and her eyes landed on the calendar on the wall, noticing the date marked in a red circle and an exclamation mark. “Oh….”

“You there now?” Dick smirked

“I hate you Grayson-“ she muttered leaning forward to kiss him softly

“Just wait till you see what I planned for the day.”

***

Dick Grayson was not known for doing anything half-assed.

Wait? Did I already say that? Too bad.

Dick Grayson was not known for doing anything half-assed.

Such a shame that the festive day was taking place on Friday, cause otherwise he would lock her inside the apartment keeping her all to himself and spoiling her on the entire day.

But it was obvious from the get go that she was not going to skip a work day and there was no way to stop her (power girl simply liking her work, it was not a crime).

On the bright side – it was the perfect opportunity to extend the celebration on a whole weekend.

Starting from having the perfect evening.

Y/N could only do as little as step inside the apartment, after work, exhausted after all week with her brain becoming a jello, legs giving up, when she was snatched by a pair of strong arms and held close to a broad warm chest. And the contented sigh that escaped her lips was definitely not a sign of complaint.

"Missed you my beautiful woman."

"I can tell." she chuckled in response, glad to be back home to him.

"Now come on, pick up your prettiest dress and we're going out.'

"We're what?" that was unexpected "and what do you mean prettiest dress? I don’t have any dresses-"

"Good thing your boyfriend thought of that too-" Dick grabbed her hand and led her to the bedroom where the most elegant and a bit revealing (but still chic) piece of clothing was spread on the bed.

"Grayson...." no matter how much she tried to deny her own instincts there was no way to stop herself from running fingers over the soft silky fabric and delighting in its sensation on her skin. She could only imagine how it would feel having that masterpiece hugging her body.

"Do you like it?"

"Like it?" she turned to face him, her eyes showing all the adoration of the gift. "But - I can't accept it. I mean - I'm sure it was--"

"Don't you dare saying it."

"But-"

"I bought it for you, you hear me? Because you deserve it, because I love you, because you're my woman and I’m your man." he grabbed her by the waist spinning her around and pulling to him. The fact that he was towering over her, holding her so firmly and giving her that man-like look silenced all her words of opposition. “Accept it, okay? Accept the fact that there’s me in your life now.”

“Right. The great, famous, handsome Dick Grayson the Wayne prodigy”

“Did you say handsome?” he smirked causing her to roll her eyes “seriously Y/N, I’m in your life. To stay. So the sooner you get used to unexpected gifts and surprises and being treated like a woman the better.”

“You still fucked up Valentine’s day.”

“You’ll be reminding me of that till the rest of my life, won’t you?”

“Of course.” She ginned playfully leaning to kiss him “I’m a woman. We collect such thing to use them as a potential argument in a quarrel.” She winked and this time it was him who rolled his eyes at her antics before silencing her with a proper make out session.

***

Clearly the dress was not enough for him.

Clearly taking a private Wayne jet and flying to NY was not enough for him.

He had to make a reservation at the most exquisite restaurant in the country. With the table in the secluded part of the spot, on the balcony with the perfect view on the night skyline, illuminated by the millions of little bright flickering lights.

And despite all that wonders all over them his eyes were focused solely on her.

From the way she looked in that dress (smoking hot, cause he knew what he was choosing after all), through the way her eyes were shining, hair flowing and cheeks flushing all the way to the fact that she finally allowed herself to relax and not overthinking all the stuff about expenses or being demanding.

Dream come true.

Living a fantasy when he grabbed her hand over the table and planted a soft kiss on her knuckles looking deep into her eyes.

Getting lost in their own private paradise when after the dinner they were just standing next to the railing, enjoying the peace and calmness, his arms around her waist, her back to his chest, not caring about problems, stuff to do or other people.

It was not often they could indulge and Dick was not going to miss the opportunity of being free for one night, able to plant little soft kisses on her neck, whispering soft words of love and feeling her body so close to him, while the a sign on the hotel room door clearly announced that guests requested privacy.

The silkiness of the sheets paled in comparison to the softness and delicacy of her skin and lips.

And the silence that was punctuated by her soft sighs and breathy words couldn't have been more perfect.

His woman.

Her man.

World could wait.

After all what could it do in a clash with a blooming love?

[overrgrown]

stray my stand in thoughts in no particular order (e1-7 spoilers) ~

sorry it's long lmao I have a lot of jumbled thoughts that I need to yell about so this is me screaming into the void

Joe being used as a stand in by ming and tong is very telling

ming honestly doesn't act like a spoiled rich brat. he's occasionally entitled, but he's very polite to staff and he genuinely cares for his sister.

I don't think that ming wants to hurt his sister. he wants tong to choose him instead of his sister so that he can break her heart instead and then ming isn't to blame

idk if ming was ever trying to be subtle to Joe about what he was to him. he flat out told him he was a stand in (just didn't mention for who)

Joe getting a second chance at a maternity figure only to have her immediately fall into major trouble and then health issues has got to be triggering the fuck out of Joe rn

do we find out where Joe 2.0's spirit is at all? and what happened to OG Joe's body??

jfc poom is so pretty I can't focus

ik sol and ming are more than likely gonna become friends at some point but my messy ass would LOVE to see them be bitter bitches to the end with each other

where did ming get the chain....?

it's making me so fucking sad that Joe is falling back into his previous direct footsteps bc of his situation and its literally all he knows to do. same people, same habits, same mannerisms, same career, everything

he has an opportunity to completely rebrand and live his life without being under ming's thumb but he is consciously choosing to stay around him. why? what is so alluring about the person who used and emotionally cheated on you for who knows how long and then drunkenly called you the target of his actual affections????

Joe is not only too humble. I think he genuinely doesn't think he deserves better. this life is all he's ever known and he's never had the stones to try and improve himself and get his own life

his job is literally to be a nameless, faceless body double who does the work for a person who gets to take all the credit

(not that I'm shit talking real stunt doubles. y'all are the core of my fave action movies and ily)

but it says a lot about Joe's character and how passive he is usually and it's so interesting to me that he's the big risk taker when it comes to his stunts but he's too scared to make a move to improve his life or branch out on his own

those inconsiderate little bitches. you can't just add a character willy nilly to an already finished script. it'll throw off the whole movie and that's way more work for the writers

yo that hesitation at Joe not being able to break those mugs???? I felt it physically that was GOOD FUCKING ACTING

sol has never done anything wrong in his life he could murder someone in front of me in cold blood and I would help him cover it up

I would come out to sol i trust him with my party drink I'll go to war for him

damn bro how the hell did Joe get roped into being a stand in for HIMSELF that's some meta shit right there. like how is this not just self harm bc that's what it seems like to me

tharn? that's a new name. will we meet him?

ming's condo being green and gold like Joe's old house I am chewing on fucking concrete

OH THE MIRROR SWIPE THE HARSH REMINDER THAT HE IS IN ANOTHER BODY AND THAT HE IS USING THAT BODY AS A STAND IN FOR HIMSELF AND THAT HE NOT ONLY SOLD HIMSELF TO MING BUT HE SOLD JOE 2.0'S BODY GOD THAT WAS *chefs kiss*

is the backception here that ming is kissing Joe 2.0's back bc it reminds him of OG Joe or because it reminds him of Joe reminding him of tong hmmmmmmmmm either way: seek help babe you have a problem

the juicy juicy parallel of ming waking up to an empty pillow I'm gulping this shit down like water this is my life blood rn thank you for the delicious meal

i am not immune to the mesh shirt

AHA I THINK I JUST MET THARN

Update: I am correct

JOE'S ACCIDENT WAS A SUICIDE ATTEMPT?!?!?!?!? holy fuck bro

I thought I was going to hate ming a lot more when I started this bc I have a lot of manipulation trauma but I kind of.... get him

how old is tharn supposed to be bc he looks 16 and it's unsettling

I knew we couldn't trust that twink

YAS BABE YOU LOSE YOUR SHIT YOU YELL YOU GET MAD YOU TELL PEOPLE TO FUCK OFF YOU KICK THARN OUT OF YOUR ROOM DESERVE TO UNHINGE YOURSELF A BIT

ming is about to step off the edge I can feel it this man is about to overflow and drown everyone around him in his search for Joe

"tOng PlaYed tHe scENe hImsELF" oh so tong has always been a piece of shit got it

shut the fuck up why am I actually getting emotional over ming realizing that his Joe is the one in front of him and that it's been him all along

but on another note I am going to pound him into the cement for interrupting that shoot I hope the footage wasn't ruined by ming's emo ass

the back hug with the clear JOE though and comparing it to their first meeting?? stupendous no notes

up is going in a bubble I am kissing his forehead he acted the fuck outta that last scene MWAH

[danwhobrowses]

One Piece Chapter 1089 - Initial Thoughts

It has been months

We've had awesome side quests and painstaking breaks, but now we return to Egghead for the Egghead Island Arc. Though at this rate we may just need to rename this the 'Incidents Arc' considering it's one incident after the other.

Still, we miss our sillies, so let's not wait any longer

Spoilers for the Chapter, Support the Official Release

Nami is savage for the cover page, 'no thanks I already saw the stars' XD

I didn't even notice Sanji in the window the first time around

To recap though before we get to the chapter; Luffy and Lucci are fighting S-Bear, Bonney is going through Kuma's memory bubble, Shaka and Pythagoras are dead, Usopp and Lilith are stoned by S-Snake, Franky is partly stoned and chasing after S-Snake, Nami, Brook, Edison and Sanji are fighting S-Shark, Jinbe and Stussy are in the weapons area, Robin, Chopper and Atlas are exploring the organ regrowth area, S-Hawk is pursuing weaker targets but is being pursued by Zoro and Kaku, and Vegapunk is in the prison with the kidnapped CP agents next to Shaka's dead body and York. Sentomaru is rounding up Mark IIIs against the remaining CP forces in the main island, while most of the navy are outside with Kizaru and Jay Garcia Saturn. All goods? Let's gooooooo!

Starting at Foosha with the headlines involving Garp

Oda once again repeating our thoughts pointing out that MIA does not equal dead

Even iconic mayor Woop Slap isn't worried

But jail for iconic mayor Woop Slap for accidentally yelling at Makino's baby

Does Makino's baby have a distinct laugh? TCB reads it as kya ha ha but that's mainly women or Dellinger and I doubt either are the daddy. Then again did we ever confirm that Makino's baby was even a boy?

They apparently recognize Luffy from the papers though, I wonder if there's something instinctual *nonchalantly pushes ShanksxMakino agenda*

Also Makino calling Luffy 'Big Bro Luffy' to her child because dammit she raised those boys too!

Final mention because I have to soak in every moment of happy Makino I can because she is lovely and I will not take any slander towards her

Dadan is tearful though, I mean Morgans has painted Luffy as a kidnapper and now Garp's MIA, she has gone through the ringer

Hold up is that Fake Nami?

Earthquakes and Tsunamis across all four blues, these poor civilians

Laboon!

Iceburg, Tilestone and Pepe Lulu too? Oh god Water Seven don't need another Aqua Laguna

Hina and Momonosuke are noticing it too

Oh this is because of Lulusia

Wow...what a hole...kinda feels familiar doesn't it?

Vegapunk's tech is based off of Ancient Kingdom tech, so what if the Mother Frame is the same? What if Enies Lobby was the original Lulusia

Oh and the Sea Level has risen 1m, that's not great

Oda's tackling Global Warming

The World Government just fucked up the entire planet, drowned and displaced several millions people, and wiped out an entire nation just to test a fancy superweapon

Beaches gone, so no Okamas can chase Sanji across it, Top Gun cadets can't play volleyball, the Seychelles gone!

And god damn if you flood Foosha and any harm comes to Makino there will be fisticuffs

Also I fear very much that the World Government will blame the Fish-Men for the flooding

Plus if Wano ever opens its borders that water level is gonna rise even more

The fleet at Egghead notice it too

'More than enough firepower to put a buster call to shame'

1 in five ships are warships (20 out of 100), 30K marines, 9 Vice Admirals and Kizaru

Some of the vice admirals look familiar; Doll of course but I'm pretty sure on her left is Doberman, the bottom right could be Strawberry, wouldn't rule out one of them being a Giant either

The latter still chatting with Sentomaru, feasting on oodles of noodles, despite on different sides, as Sentomaru reprimands attacking the sea beasts and for wanting to kill Vegapunk

Kizaru still is very much an 'orders are orders' guy, in spite of the brief panel of him hanging out with the two

It's true though that everything in this incident is a net loss to the WG, but they also confirm with Sentomaru that CP0 failed

Saturn is still here keeping his presence under wraps

He at least approves of Morgans' headline, while getting the true facts

Oda's back at it with the silly doodle faces and the map levels

The Navy are pretty in the dark though; they still think all the Punks are alive, and that they are using the Seraphim

10 Members so far *sighs longingly at Carrot4Nakama agenda, before sifting to ViviReturns2Nakama agenda*

Even had to do a doodle of Hattori the Pigeon

Concerned with them highlighting that the Dome is at 100% gotta watch the numbers

Saturn is weird though; he hears that the Egghead researchers and citizens are accounted for and he goes 'sink them' but he hears that Bonney is on the island and goes 'ah, we have no use for her, but she's just a little girl so leave her be' like dude what?

Someone's calling Marejois from Egghead

One of the Navy members reminding Kizaru that he can listen in on the call with the Black snail on his wrist that's been there since his debut

York has made the call, and naturally is annoyed why the WG intended to kill her too

I mean the Gorosei do have that loophole: they want Vegapunk dead and York is a Vegapunk, though York does point out that if they had any interest in the Void Century they wouldn't have sold the others out

After citing the Seraphim as the reason for her survival, conversation turns to the massive fleet

Ju Peter however goes into the goods; they wanna know if York can replicate the Mother Frame

Does that mean that it's a one-time thing or are we doing scorched Earth?

York can, it's requested by 'someone' likely Im, their workplace is in Egghead

York introduces the terms of the new deal; no touching the lab, and the celestial dragon deal is still on, but also one more thing: save her from Luffy

Ah the crew are all here!

York has been conversing under threat of blade

Nami's packing heat and gets it, Luffy's packing meat and gets nothing XD

Usopp - looking cool with the anime shades flash - and Franky are quite unstoned as well, plus Vegapunk and Bonney's here, and Lucci seething at the back

Strange though, no Kaku, no Stussy, no Lilith, no Edison, no Atlas, no Seraphim, also no Caribou but we never know where he is...guess the spread's not big enough for them but most egregiously NO ROBIN!?

Oda, sir, we need to talk about your breaks, we just came back from 5 weeks of breaks spread between 2 chapters and now another break? Thought the eye surgery was supposed to alleviate this

Well we got our sillies back: for one whole panel XD

It was a really good chapter still, but it's more one that makes me concerned for the rest of the world; we've got two gaping holes in the ocean that have fucked up the natural world, islands have sank, earthquakes and tsunamis are happening all across the world. I wonder if Aqua Laguna was caused by the hole that made Enies Lobby if this is what happened to it. I think what makes me most sad about it is that it cannot be undone, at least not in a way that won't further fuck something else up, the only caveat is that the quakes probably will affect the Red Line's structural integrity.

This does still feel like the calm before the storm, but it also seems that the game of Among Us has resolved off-screen, so I hope next chapter(s) we track back to that first before continuing with this Siege on Egghead. An important note is that Kizaru's been listening in on the conversation, so he has more context to go by.

Also, forgot to mention on posting, this is the first time the Straw Hats have interaction with the Gorosei, they know their voices now, they know their intentions, that's a big deal.

But yeah, another break kinda sucks given that we just came back from one, plus it means more waiting -_- the only plus side is that this final saga will last longer - though who really believed Oda when he said 5 years back in like 2021-22?

1090 is next though, and Oda likes round numbers so expectations are high.

[ghoulsister1]

🎃SpookTober 31 Days Prompts🎃

Day 19: Cauldron🫕

Manfred Von Richtofen x GN!Reader. Witchy vibes. AU: WW1. Spooky moments. Fluff. Brewing up a storm. Reader takes care of Manfred. SpookTober: Cauldron🫕

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☆●~Bubble & Trouble~●☆

When Manfred suffers a head injury, a mysterious figure swoops in and whisks him away to their shelter in the forest. Manfred awakes in an unknown place with a bubbling cauldron.

Manfred cursed himself. His own foolish is what landed him with this head injury and he could blame no one but himself. Bolecke warned him but did he listen? No.

"Damn fool that I am! Why didn't I listen to Bolecke's advice? Now I'm stuck grounded in this hospital with a head injury which by the looks of it isn't healing as well as it should!" Thought Manfred bitterly as he lay in the hospital bed, his head wrapped up in bandages and his face twisted into a scowl.

"If only there was some way I could heal up a little faster. I just want to leave this damned hospital and get back to flying with my squadron. I miss flying and miss my friends" Thought Manfred with a sad sigh as he closed his eyes, hoping to fall asleep.

"If you seek my help, feared Red Baron that roams the skies, you may only ask for me"

Manfred's eyes shot open. Did he hear that right? Was someone speaking to him? He lifted his head up and looked around. All the other patients were asleep, the hospital was silent.

Manfred lay his head down. Must have been his imagination after all.

"I can heal you, dear Baron. I will heal you. Just call out for me and I shall come to your aid"

The voice came again. Manfred looked around but again the hospital was silent. Feeling uneasy, Manfred shivered.

"Be not afraid Baron. I only wish to help you. You have nothing to fear for I have no intentions of harming you"

The voice spoke again, softly. Manfred relaxed a little.

"Can you help me?" Asked Manfred in a whisper.

"I can dear Baron" Answered the voice.

"Would you be able to help heal my head injury? So that I can fly again?" Asked Manfred, hope in his voice.

"I will heal you Baron. Just say that you accept my help and I will tend to thee" Replied the voice.

Manfred without hesitation, smiled.

"I accept your help" Agreed Manfred.

Suddenly, everything went black.

Manfred awoke in a strange place, a cottage of sorts. The floor was covered in dirt except for the many furs that Manfred was wrapped in. A huge fire burned in a stone hearth along with a bubbling cauldron. The ceiling had various dried herbs and flowers hanging from the wooden beams, such as lavender and rosemary. There was various furniture such as a large wooden table and chairs too.

"Wolves asleep amidst the trees

Bats all a-swaying in the breeze

But one soul lies anxious wide awake

Fearing all manner of ghouls, hags and wraiths"

Manfred froze as he heard the strange singing coming from somewhere deep within the cottage. Manfred felt a chill wash over him as the singing got louder, getting closer to where Manfred lay.

"For your dolly Polly, sleep has flown

Don't dare let her tremble alone

For the Witcher, heartless, cold

Paid in coin of gold

He comes, he goes

Leaves naught behind

But heartache and woe"

A figure entered the room. They were dressed in clothes of cottage attire with a shawl of sewn together bits of mismatched cloths. They stood in the room and smiled upon seeing Manfred as they finished the song they were singing.

"Deep, deep woe" They Sang softly and made their way towards Manfred who looked on with wide eyes, fearful of what this person was going to do to them.

"Be not afraid Manfred. I am Y/N, a healer from the forest. I have brought you to my humble abode in order to heal your head injury, so that you may fly again once more" Explained Y/N who set about tending to the bubbling cauldron in the hearth.

"Forgive me, I'm not usually this anxious. Perhaps I'm used to seeing witches at work" Remarked Manfred and froze upon seeing Y/N turn to him at the mention of "witches".

Y/N raised an eyebrow at Manfred who gulped nervously, fearing they were offended by being called a "witch".

"A witch? You think me wicked?" Asked Y/N.

"Oh...no no! Forgive me I didn't mean to say.....I mean no! No you're not a witch of course not! I didn't mean to offend you......I...I" Stammered Manfred nervously but stopped upon seeing Y/N laughing.

"Be calm sir! I know you meant no offence, do not worry!" You Laughed and returned to tending the cauldron, still chuckling away. Manfred relaxed a little. Perhaps he wasn't in danger.

Y/N made her way around the makeshift kitchen and procured various ingredients and such.

"May I ask, what are you doing with that cauldron?" Asked Manfred curiously. You turned to Manfred and smiled.

"I am making a special brew for you to help with your injury" You Answered softly and after procuring the ingredients needed, you set about to work.

You chopped up two different mushrooms and placed them in the cauldron, along with a dash of rosemary. Next you pulled out some lavender, crushing it with a pestel in a mortar along with some poppy seeds and crushed sunflower seeds. Next you poured the blood of a weasel into the mortar, mixing well until you poured the contents into the cauldron, a hiss came from the liquid followed by rapid bubbles popping away. You returned to the table where a dead crow lay lifeless. You took a sharp knife and cut off one of it's legs.

Manfred grimaced as you bought the crow's leg towards the cauldron and popped it in, the cauldron hissing before the bubbles calmed and it was only just quietly bubbling away.

"I am not drinking that" Remarked Manfred casually. You turned to Manfred, frowning at the pilot's remark.

"You must if you wish to heal that injury" You Retorted, crossing your arms.

"What?! Isn't there another way?" Asked Manfred, disgusted by the thought of drinking a brew made of blood and crow legs.

"No. This is the very best to help with your injury" You Stated. Manfred let out a huff. You scoffed at him. Honestly, he was getting hyped up over nothing.

When you deemed the brew ready, you grabbed a large ladle and wooden bowl. You scooped up a large helping of the brew in the ladle and poured the contents into the wooden bowl before making your way to Manfred.

"Drink it all up and then you rest" You Said.

Manfred eyed the brew nervously.

"What will happen when i drink it?" Asked Manfred nervously.

"When you drink it, you will feel tired and go into a deep sleep. When you awake, your injury will be healed and then you will fly again" You Explained softly.

"Okay, as long as it does what you say it does" Agreed Manfred. You nodded, smiling softly.

"It will. I promise" You Answered.

Manfred grabbed the bowl and took a cautious sip. It actually tasted good and so Manfred drank up the soup like brew happily, down to the very last drop.

Manfred soon felt heavy and went back to lie down. His eyes grew heavy as you pulled a fur up to him, keeping him warm as you sang softly to him.

"Wolves asleep amidst the trees

Bats all a-swaying in the breeze

But one soul lies anxious wide awake

Fearing all manner of ghouls, hags and wraiths

For your dolly Polly, sleep has flown

Don't dare let her tremble alone

For the Witcher, heartless, cold

Paid in coin of gold

He comes, he goes

Leaves naught behind

But heartache and woe

Deep, deep woe"

When Manfred fell into a deep sleep, you leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek before you leaned towards his ear.

"Goodnight my dear Baron" You Whispered softly.

Manfred slowly awoke again. He was in the hospital.

"What....how did I?" Thought Manfred confused, looking around frantically. He was back in the hospital, not in the strange cottage with that healer.

"Ah Manfred you are awake!" Came a voice. Manfred turned to see a doctor coming towards him, smiling.

"Doctor?" Manfred Said confused.

"Yes that's me. We have good news Manfred. We have checked you over and it seems you are in a stable and good condition. It seems you miraculously recovered overnight!" Explained the doctor smiling.

"Recovered? Wait...does that mean?" Asked Manfred.

"Yes! You should be able to return to flying tomorrow! Once you are up and ready, come with me and we can officially discharge you" Said the doctor happily.

Manfred was happy. He was going to fly again.

"But what about the healer?" Asked Manfred curiously. The doctor turned to Manfred, looking confused.

"The what?" Asked the doctor curiously.

Manfred stopped and thought carefully.

"Nothing doctor" Replied Manfred and the doctor smiled. That day, Manfred was discharged from hospital.

That night as he lay back in his bed, he thought back to the encounter with the healer. As he thought about the healer, he could hear the faint and soft singing of your voice, through the trees and across the moon lit sky as the wind carried your voice, lulling him to sleep.

"Birds are silent for the night

Cows turned in as daylight dies

But one soul lies anxious wide awake

Fearing all manner of ghouls, hags and wraiths

My dear dolly Polly shut your eyes

Lie still, lie silent, utter no cries

As the Witcher, brave and bold"

Manfred closed his eyes, listening as you sang the final verses of the song.

"He'll chop and slice you

Cut and dice you

Eat you up whole"

Manfred fell into a deep sleep. You leaned in close and whispered the last verse softly.

"Eat you up whole"

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[animekpop15]

Is this happiness?🩵(ch 4)

Felix x fem!reader

Warning: 18+

Please don't copy my writing/story. Please remember this story is completely fictional and doesn't represent the real people.

Recap:

You left a note at home saying only one thing…..

Honestly, without you in my life,

Deep inside, I never felt alive.

Chapter 4:

Felix collapses onto the floor, his heart shattering all over again. His body is shaking. He doesn’t know how to react. Changbin kneels beside him, trying to comfort him, but he knows there's nothing he can say to ease the pain. They find your note on the table, explaining everything.

Felix with shaky legs gets up and moves towards the balcony, not having enough strength to look down. With a heart that’s ready to explode out of his chest, he looks down from his balcony and he sees your lifeless body covered in blood. He screams out in body. He slams his own head on the balcony rail as a means to punish himself. Changbin holds Felix do that he doesn’t harm himself. Felix continues to scream your name in pain. “What have I done??!!!! My partner….my babies…..” he mumbles in agony.

You're gone, along with the 3 unborn babies. Gone is the dream of you two raising babies. Gone is the dream of growing old together. Gone is the love you two created.

Felix’s pain is unbearable, and he can't help but feel like it's all his fault. He looks up at the sky, hoping to find some sort of solace in the vastness of the universe.

But all he sees is emptiness. He falls to his knees, sobbing uncontrollably, feeling like the weight of the world is on his shoulders. Changbin wraps his arms around him, trying to offer some comfort, but it's clear that Felix is lost in a sea of despair.

“Felix, please don’t blame yourself.”

“How can I not? She did this because of me. Because I forgot about her and gave myself to you…!” Felix shouts at him.

“Please!! Why are you blaming me? You wanted me in that moment too. You didn’t want to stop. I didn’t want her to die. I just….Look,…I love you, felix. This is not the right time. But it’s true. I wanted you to come back to me. When Hyunjin rejected you, I was there for you and I fell in love with you. But then you found y/n. I just wanted you to come back to me, Felix. I didn’t mean to harm y/n.” Changbin says while weeping. Felix absorbs his painful confession. How did it all come to this….

As the sun rises over the city, the police and paramedics arrive at the scene. They find Felix and Changbin huddled together, both in a state of shock. The paramedics try to revive you, but it's too late. Your body has suffered too much damage from the fall.

The police questions Felix and Changbin about what happened, but they're both too distraught to provide any useful information. They're both taken to the station for questioning, while the medical examiner performs an autopsy on your body. Back at the apartment, friends and family members start arriving to offer their support. They all look at each other in confusion and disbelief as they learn about the tragic events that have unfolded.

Felix and Changbin are released from custody after a few hours of questioning. They're both in a state of shock, unable to process what has happened. They return to Felix's apartment, where they're met with an outpouring of support from friends and family.

They all try to comfort them, but it's clear that Felix and Changbin are both deeply hurt. The funeral arrangements are made, and the entire city mourns the loss of you and the three innocent babies.

At the funeral, Your friends share stories of how wonderful you were, how you always had a smile on your face, and how deeply you loved Felix and the born to be babies. Your parents break down in tears, unable to comprehend the loss of their daughter and grandchildren.

Felix struggles to find meaning in their lives without you and the children. As the days go by, he tries to piece together their lives without you.

He along with Changbin who also feels guilty attend therapy sessions to deal with their grief, but it's a long and painful process.

Felix will never be able to forgive himself for what he did. He cheated on you which led you to take your life. He lost everything.

Changbin tries to support Felix as best he can, but he too is deeply hurt by your loss. The apartment feels empty without you, and it's hard for them to imagine ever finding happiness again. They both wonder if they'll ever be able to move on from this tragedy.

“Felix, I talked to hyunjin today.”

“About what?”

“Felix no matter who else you loved, me or yn, we both know hyunjin is your first love. Maybe yn couldn’t compare, that’s why you cheated, and because I’m not hyunjin, you never wanted to stay by my side. I told him everything Felix. I don’t want you to spend your whole life crying over yn. He’s on his way.”

Felix is shocked. Hyunjin is coming? H-hyunjin? The first person he ever loved…..but in the past hyunjin wasn’t strong enough to publicly admit he wasn’t interested in women. So he left …they even shared couple rings which they said to everyone is just a close friendship thing. They even joked about being a couple in public. They managed to fool everyone they’re just best friends. Felix kept requesting hyunjin to say to the world about their love but sadly he was too afraid.

As the doorbell rings, hyunjin enters the room. Felix instantly starts crying.

“Felix, I…..I’m so sorry…..I can’t see you in pain like this anymore. I’m so sorry Felix. So very much. Is there anything I can do for you?” Hyunjin cups his face.

“Hyunjin-a….you’re the one who taught me to love so hard…why did you? Now my heart won’t stop breaking …”

“Felix I’m sorry….i will do anything. Please give me a chance. I don’t care what anyone else thinks. Pls just let me show you.”

“You remember I had said when I think about you, I feel like I have another reason to live? And I am who I am because of you?”

“Of course Felix I can never forget your words”

“Hyunjin, you taught me it’s better to be the last love instead of the first. The first one was too afraid of the world to love me. But the last gave up her life because she couldn’t live without my love….” Felix utters in pain.

His words break hyunjin. It seems like there really is nothing he can do for him now..

Before leaving hyunjin says “I will always wait for you. Even as a friend I want to provide you comfort. I hope you find peace Felix..”

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Every day Felix gets up and looks at pictures of you and your baby scan pictures. How he wishes he could go back in time to change everything. He feels like a failure as a husband, as a father, and as a human being. He drinks heavily and withdraws from everyone around him, unable to face the world without you. Changbin tries his best to help Felix, but he can see how deeply Felix is suffering.

Sometimes Felix up in the night screaming your name and begging for you to come back. He wakes up in cold sweats, remembering the day he lost you and the babies. He feels like a weight is crushing his chest, making it hard to breathe. He can't shake the feeling that he's being punished everyday.

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Months go by.

“Felix, do you remember when we used to be active and make music together? Do you remember the old days, friend?” Changbin asked on the phone full of emotio.

“I do Changbin. I do. Back then things were so much simpler.” Felix says feeling a bit surprised to hear about the carefree days.

“Do you also remember there was a little girl who used to love your music?. She used to write you letters and you always showed us. She was terminally ill but …still so joyful”

“Yes, a lovely child. I met her once too. Such a sweet kid..” Felix smiles as thinks about the little child who loved his music.

“Felix….she passed away last night. Her parents thought you might want to know.

“Oh. She’s gone?..I..” despite her being just a fan, Felix remember the poor child well. It hurt even especially more since she loved Felix out of all the members the most.

“Are you okay?” Changbin asks.

“Everyone that loves me dies…she loved me too and now she’s gone..” Felix can’t help but cry.

“Felix please, she wouldn’t want you to feel sad. Let’s pray she’s happy wherever she i.”

“I…. just feel so overwhelmed….as if she was my own child….i hope she’s not in pain anymore. May her soul rest in peace.” Felix sadly says

He goes online and opens the little girl’s instagram account and his heart hurts. Her account is full of cute stuff about him. She’d even bought a cake and decorated it on his birthday. It was very wholesome. The passing away of the poor child hurt his soul.

Y/N, my only true love, please take care of her. Felix prays

He further researched about terminally ill and underprivileged children on the internet.

He decides to take some active steps to try to offer help even if a little bit. He eventually joins a volunteering community that helps and aids needy children. He hopes that by helping them, he can somehow find some form of peace and redemption. Also, it hurts him when he thinks about children without hope and love who are suffering. Changbin continues to support Felix as best he can. He’s glad Felix is at least doing something that keeps him sane.

At the community Felix finds peace in the children around him. He tries to imagine that his three sweet babies are maybe reborn and he's taking care of them here. Felix continues his work at the community and becomes a beacon of hope for the lovely children there. He spends most of his time with them, playing games, reading stories, and just being there for them. It's through this work that he finds a new beautiful purpose in life, a reason to get up in the morning.

As years go by, Felix becomes a well-respected member of the community, known for his kind heart and selflessness. He's never forgotten you or the babies, but he's found some form of peace in helping these children. Changbin, on the other hand, has found solace in his work as a musician. He spends most of his time working on projects and collaborating with different artists. He often thinks of Felix and the work he does at the community, feeling a sense of pride in his friend.

Felix now travels different countries to help out children and do volunteering job. Changbin continues to support Felix from afar, always there for him when he needs him. Despite their tragic past, they remain close friends, forever bonded by the loss of you and the babies.

A decade goes by. It's been 10 years since he lost you. Today is your 10th death anniversary and Felix is travelling to another country far from here. Felix is sitting on a plane, his mind filled with memories of you and the babies. He can't believe it's been ten years since he last saw you. He wonders how you would look like now, if you were still alive. In his wallet he still carries pictures of you and your unborn babies. Always close to his heart. The plane finally lands and Felix wake up from his sleep ready to look around the new country.

[beantothemax]

In my head this fic is titled "Mountain climbing is not a good activity for the mentally unwell" lol

Montwise arena was a scary place, they all agreed on that. To calm their nerves, Partitio suggested that they go mountain climbing, and no one complained.

They stood at a bench halfway up the mountain. Ochette and Agnea were more than happy to run ahead, while the rest kept a slow but steady pace.

"The weather's nice, eh?" Partitio said.

Hikari was off in a world of his own, hardly noticing when his lover spoke.

"Are you okay, Hikari?" he asked.

He snapped back to reality, "yeah, just thinking about Kazan and the arena."

"I don't blame ya', Kazan is strange," Partitio laughed.

As they passed a ridge, a cold feeling of dread welled up inside Hikari. It was a familiar feeling, but it being known didn't make it less unpleasant.

"Push Partitio over the side," Shadow said, "you're strong enough, and he's only a few steps from the edge."

He ignored the demon's words. But as usual, it only made them increase in frequency and intensity.

"If you pushed Partitio down here, he'd surely die instantly, no need to worry about it after that," Shadow continued.

"I love Partitio and he's always been kind to me, I will not harm him," Hikari murmured.

Shadow wanted to argue but gave it up. Hikari still couldn't relax though, as Shadow hadn't left. He still floated over his shoulder, still watching.

Up ahead, the others had found a nice bench to stop at. They unpacked their lunches and quickly got to talking and laughing while admiring the view. Hikari wanted to talk as well, but everytime he opened his mouth to speak, Shadow threatened to take over. Last time he had, "Hikari" said horrible things to the rest of the group and some had yet to forgive him.

Looking at the mountain range around them wasn't an option either. As beautiful as it was, it made Hikari's guts twist and turn with anxiety. Shadow needed only take over for a second, then he could take the lives of at least a few people before someone stopped him.

"You okay there?" Agnea asked.

Hikari heard her perfectly well, but couldn't find it in himself to answer. It felt as though no matter what he did, Shadow would take over and sabotage it. He covered his ears as he rested his head on the side of the table.

Occasionally, someone would nudge him or try to speak with him, but he wouldn't answer, and eventually they all gave up. If he didn't want to be bothered, they'd respect that.

"Hikari, we're packing up to continue," Partitio said.

He nodded and slowly stood.

"I think I'll turn around now, I feel a bit sick," he said.

"Should I come? I could-"

"I'd rather you didn't," Hikari answered quickly but firm.

Somewhere behind him, Shadow laughed. His influence had already made Hikari be rude to his lover, how much worse could he become if they stayed like this?

He told the prince as much, but got no response.

"Alright, I'll tell the others for ya'," Partitio said.

Without another word, Hikari left.

"Partitio might die out here, and your last words to him will have been cold and while interrupting him," Shadow said.

Hikari shook his head no as he walked.

The scenery around him was gorgeous. Mountains sprawled in all directions as far as the eye could see and boulder-like rocks littered the mountain. One slip and you would surely crack your skull open on a rock.

Hikari stopped to stare down an incline. Jagged rocks lined a stream of perfectly clear mountain water.

"If I jumped here, I would die, and you would go down with me," he said.

"And? I'd still live, just without you as a vessel," Shadow replied.

"It doesn't matter if you live, as long as I can get away from you."

Shadow was taken aback by the uncharacteristically depressing thing Hikari said. He always spoke of growing old and living to do and see many things, why had he said something so reckless so suddenly?

"Death won't save you from me, I'll follow you to the afterlife if I deem it necessary," Shadow taunted.

Hikari did sometimes surprise him, but even then, he was a centuries old demon, figuring out some kind of snarky response was no problem for him.

For the rest of the walk, Shadow went on and on about the horrible fates that would befall Hikari's friends, or detailing plans of how he should brutally murder them. By the time he'd returned to the inn, Hikari was exhausted.

He locked the door behind him before kicking off his boots, removing his jacket and rummaging through his bag.

"No point in doing that, you always regret it and it makes you too weak to fight," Shadow rolled his eyes.

He'd watched Hikari do it countless times before, and not a single time did he approve. A damaged vessel was a useless vessel, regardless of if the damage was temporary.

Hikari pulled the dagger from his bag, and rolled up his sleeves. He stared at the clear skin for several seconds. Usually, he would cut his legs, as they were easier to hide, but he would always limp. A limp would always raise more questions than an ache in the arm. And besides, the Crestlands were cold enough that he could wear long sleeved shirts.

He held the dagger to his skin, closing his eyes as he pulled it. It stung like a thousand bees had attacked him, but it was a better feeling than listening to Shadow. He didn't speak a single word as Hikari practically tore his arms to shreds.

When he was done, he carefully put the dagger back in his bag. For several minutes, he stared at the wounds and appreciated the silence. His arm hurt and stung more than anything else he'd ever experienced, but at least Shadow was quiet.

He didn't feel much of anything as he stared at the cuts. Sure, they hurt, but he didn't cry, nor did he feel joy, anger or regret. They were just there, and he didn't mind.

But eventually he stood, cleaned the cuts and bandaged them. He sat on his bed, staring at the bandages and running his hand over them. It stung when he applied pressure.

At a knock on the door he looked up.

"Hey Hikari, I'm comin' in," Partitio said.

"Yeah, that's fine," Hikari answered.

He rolled down his sleeve as the door opened.

"Was the hike any good?" he asked.

"It was fine, didn't get to reach the peak cause everyone was starting to get tired, but we had fun," Partitio smiled.

Hikari smiled as well, he was happy to hear at least his friends got to have fun if he didn't.

Partitio sat beside him and scooped him into his arms before kissing the crown of his head. They'd been together some weeks now, but Hikari's heart always leapt when Partitio did things like that.

Partitio was safe, he could tell him about Shadow. He needed to tell someone, just get it off his chest before it drove him mad.

"He won't want to be with you if he finds out you're insane," Shadow said.

Hikari ignored him as he curled up further in Partitio's arms.

"Can I tell you something?" he asked.

"Of course, what is it?" Partitio replied.

Hikari spent an hour trying to explain his family curse. He started crying multiple times but Partitio didn't mind, he only held him tight and kissed him.

pie I’ve been sitting here for like 10 minutes thinking of what to say about this because. the words are simply not coming to me. but I will try.

just. shadow hikari just. breaking Hikari down bit by bit. making him afraid of doing anything around those he loves because it could take him over at any moment. shadow hikari just. being this irritating voice in the back of hikari’s head whispering horrible intrusive thoughts to him constantly.

and SHADOW HIKARI ALMOST TRYING TO. PERSUADE HIKARI TO NOT DO SH. IN ITS OWN TWISTED LITTLE WAY. NOT EVEN IT WANTS HIKARI TO DO THIS. (AT LEAST THATS THE IMPRESSION I GOT FROM WHAT IT SAID IF THAT ISN’T RIGHT IM SORRY.)

this was. very good (as in a little piece of my heart died reading this. but in a good way.)

parti being there for Hikari and listening to him the entire time did help. I appreciated that part at the end.

it’s only 7pm for me but I feel like I just. need a good nights sleep after that because. yeah

[zot3-flopped]

Sorry I’m gonna rant, I hope it’s okay

I used to be a 1D fan, I was 14 when I became a fan, in 2012. I’m a fully grown adult now and have seen almost everything go down in this fandom.

I was never a Larrie but I always had a soft spot for Louis, mostly because I’ve been through the same kind of shit he did. Dad abandoning me, growing up working class, a very young mom, who passed away when I was way too young, my brother hasn’t passed but he ODed multiple times after several stints in rehab, etc. I always felt like I was somewhat kindred with him.

Silently, I always did think that he wasn’t that talented musically. I never really thought that he was TERRIBLE or anything. There are so many untalented people making bank that it always felt like a cheap shot to come for him. Music isn’t necessarily about the quality of the voice, sometimes it comes down to vibes or personality. I still think a lot of the things you and your anons say are exaggerated. Like, I don’t blame him for what he does to his own body. He’s free to drink and smoke and snort whatever he wants. We all cope with our life the best we can, and I can’t judge someone else for the way they live their lives.

I had tickets for Red Rocks, as well as tickets for a few other shows that are coming up, and I went to see him in Cincinnati. I didn’t go to Red Rocks because something came up at work, but one of my best friends did, after what she told me, after what I’ve seen, I will no longer call myself a fan. I’ll try to sell my tickets and merch, and I’ll grieve the connection I had with him for a while, but I’m done

I can’t believe I’m writing to this blog, but I know nobody else will post me, they’re all lodged so far up his ass that they’re unable to criticize him, and what happened yesterday was a wake up call

I need to emphasize this for those who weren’t there: the amount of hail that fell over the course of the evening blanketed the entire soil, to the point it looked like it had snowed. Not all of it was hurtful but a good 20% of it was big enough to cause harm. It’s a miracle nobody was seriously injured

This blanket of hail was already there TWO HOURS before the show was canceled!! It took them TWO HOURS to cancel the show while my friend was sobbing, trying to cover herself with anything she could find because she didn’t have a car. They had to beg and scream to be allowed shelter backstage. Some of the people around my friend were hit in the head and were bleeding from their scalps, she doesn’t have confirmation of this because she chose not to go to the hospital but she thinks a good chunk of people had concussions. My friend got pelted in the back and has two giant gashes near her spine.

How in the everloving FUCK was this allowed to happen???? How is it possible that it took so long for them to cancel? Why did Louis and his team stay silent for so long? Why did people have to cry and scream for so long to get shelter??? This isn’t human!

I’ve turned a blind eye to Louis’ attitude for so long but I’m up to here. What happened yesterday opened my eyes. I’m never giving him another dime. He can’t control the weather, but it’s up to him to ask the venue to cancel the show, it’s up to him to ask the venue to give fans shelter, it’s up to him to reassure his fans after they have to go through a traumatic event and what he can come up with is that he loves fans’ PASSION? “Hope everyone is okay”??? Well, they were not Louis. They weren’t! They were hurt physically because of the hail you failed to do anything to protect them from and emotionally because their idol, the person they were there to see, acted callously and like an asshole.

I’m so so so so done. I’m sorry. I’m just done. Seeing people who weren’t there and had no one to worry about say “it’s okay! It’s not your fault!“ or “oh no he’s devastated poor Louis he wanted to play red rocks” is boiling my blood.

This level of idolization is unreal, and I will not partake anymore

Thank you for sharing this. The more I hear about the storm from people who were there, the worse it seems and it's a wonder nobody was killed. Louis' casual attitude is unbelievably callous.

[mystery-star]

Whumpril 2023 - Day 16 | Guilt

Pairing: Ben Wade x reader (gender neutral)

Words: 782

Warnings: death

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With tears in your eyes you stared down at the wooden coffin that was slowly being covered in dirt. Your two younger sisters were hugging you and you too wrapped an arm around each of them. Your mother stood a little apart and was sniveling into a handkerchief. As you looked around to see the faces of other townspeople that had showed up you soon realized one thing. Most of them were just mourning. As were you but for you another huge emotion decided your current state. Anger. Not exactly about the fact that your father had been killed. He was a stagecoach driver and of course knew of the job’s dangers, as did everyone else. But more to know who was responsible for it.  Somehow you wished it had never come out that he had been killed during a robbery performed by Ben Wade. Ben Wade, the man you loved and had a secret relationship with. Of course you had known that maybe one day or another the paths of the two men may meet in their ‘jobs’. When you felt tears in your eyes you banned the thoughts and listened the words of the priest.

Your family were some of the last to leave the graveyard and as you turned towards home, your glance fell back and that’s when you saw the figure of a man in black a few hundred feet outside the cemetery. Ben. You swallowed and while you just wanted to run a part of you also wanted to confront him about it.

“What’s wrong?” your sister asked

“I think I need another moment. You two go with Mama. I’ll be right after you” you told them, gently pushing her forward. For a moment it seemed like she wanted to protest but her younger sister started to pull her along. With a sigh you watched them and then turned around returning to the graveyard seeing that Ben was coming towards you “You’ve got some nerve to show up here today and…”

“(Y/N)” he interrupted you and for a moment it seemed like he wanted to take hold of your hands but he thought better of it. “I just came to say how sorry I am about what happened. I never wanted him to die”

“Oh yeah?” you spat, crossing your arms “You kill all the time. How can this be different”

“I knew who he was and didn’t want to hurt you or your family. I swear. One of my men killed him in cold blood when we already had the coach”

“Oh really?” but you had to admit that it made sense. It could have been anyone of his gang. But still it was Ben’s fault because it was his gang.

“Yes. And I shot him for that”

“Did you even tell them to leave him be?”

“Of course I did once I recognized him. I told them not to harm the driver” he let out a sigh and pulled something from his pocket. A bundle of notes. “Here. This might help you”

“I don’t want your stolen money” you took a step back “Or your pity or anything else. I just want my father back”

“(Y/N). I am so sorry. I feel guilty about it and just want you to know that. And that I never wanted anything to happen to him”

“You should have thought of that before the robbery”

“(Y/N)… you know it’s what I do. What we do. And that your father knew the risks of his job” he must have seen your look because he sighed and quickly added “Of course I ain’t telling you I’m not to blame at all and that it was about time something like this happened. I understand if you’re angry at me and could send me packing. It’s what you deserve. But I also deserve being heard and let you know the truth and how I feel.” with a sigh you let your arms sink back to the side of your body.

“I am angry” you admitted “I-I don’t know how I should feel about this or you after what happened. I… do believe you weren’t the one who shot him. But still” he took hold of your hands, giving them a squeeze.

“You have the right to be angry. You don’t have to forgive me. Take all the time you need. I will be there if you need me. All I ask of you is that if you do forgive me one day and want me back you will let me know” sighing you pulled your hands away and took a step back with a nod.

“We shall see” with that you walked away.

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[intcritus]

A cafe, quiet and quaint, privately opened for only a select few. Alistair sat with his grandkids, awaiting the arrival of their biological mother for conversations to be had. He wasn't usually here for them in person, after all, he didn't really wish to witness the parents that harmed his family but for their request, he remained in place. Nursing a cup of earl grey and providing a shoulder for Shoto and a hand for Fuyumi to aid in keeping her calm. "Just say the word, you two and we can leave as fast as we arrived."

Shoto will always be honest with himself that distancing himself from his parents as whole had allowed him to heal, to sit with his own trauma ( once he realized what that was ) and it was better for him to not be around them at all. Minimal contact until he was ready to completely cease contact. He and Enji will never be in each other’s orbit, Shoto has decided that because he’s the main culprit in the way that Shoto both views himself and how he’s come to socialize and deal with how easy his classmates do affection.  

It's been 3 years, and most of him and his class are licensed heroes, they’re out with their chosen agencies and if that means he’s got his own with Bon and Shinso and they’ve been doing well, having fun and doing more than Shoto thought they could. Having limelight and underground means they cover a lot of ground. 

But that draws him back to the point of why he and sister are here now. Their mother wanted to see them. Rei carries some of the blame of the heaviness that occurred in his chest, and though he hates having to admit that but his therapist had been doing her job well. Sparing to his older sister, he knows it is more complicated for her because of the feelings she had refused to address but ultimately did a couple of months ago. 

Fuyumi couldn’t help that she clutched her grandfather’s hand when she saw her mother through the cafe window. There’s a lot of feelings that welled up. It’s uncomfortable. When her mother was hospitalized, she in turn became the one who had to take over those duties, had to endure her father’s ire, even if indirectly, had to make sure Shoto was fed, had to make sure those wounds were cleaned. In turn, it made her take on a maternal role. And she knows it’s irrational to blame her mother for Fuyumi having to take on a maternal role, never truly processing the horror that filled her chest at Shoto’s scar, even though she understood what a psychotic break was. But there is some latent resentment because even though Fuyumi told herself she simply wanted her family to be together, the Todoroki family had never really been a family.

They had been a congealed wound, throbbing and aching and dispensing pus and infected to the point where none of them could truly say they were alright. But most of all, it had taken years of living within the violence of that house, to separate herself finally to actually breathe. But even now, it makes her seize up, having to talk about it. Just the prospect makes every part of her lock up in apprehension. 

Rei has to steel herself before stepping inside. She sees her children, Shoto and Fuyumi, and feels a sort of resignation that comes with knowing that they’re better off without both her and Enji. They had been better off with different parents. But as she walks closer to the table, Rei doesn’t hesitate to bow toward the older man with them, the one giving them the comfort they need for this conversation. ❝ ━ Thank you for caring for them, for doing what I couldn’t. ❞ Just like with Natsuo, Rei finds herself at a dead end road, knowing there is no going back with her family. Yes, she’s not in a mental ward anymore, but now she’s here, facing her children and faced with uncertainty where they are concerned. ❝ ━ Shoto, Fuyumi, I apologize for both my absence and my inability to get you out of that situation, for bringing you into this world knowing I couldn’t and haven’t protected you. There is no excuse that I can actively make for the trauma you’ve both endured in the wake of being your mother and the world I brought you into. ❞

Shoto and Fuyumi share a look, and the younger one is conflicted. This is his mother, she had been a victim, and maybe he’s an unreliable narrator in their story but he’d been there for the thick of it all. And yes, his scar was a result of her but she had been pushed to that point. And yet, they were all kids, Rei and Enji the adults and that counted for something. Iida’s parents loved their son, and had shown plenty of things Shoto had never recognized in his own family. And all of that was absent on their own was jarring for Shoto to realize.

❝ ━ …❞ His mouth opens and closes, brows furrowing as words get stuck in his throat. What can he say ? There’s still so much he doesn’t know, so much that he’d not been entirely privy to and yet, the worst of it was already done. Fuyumi meet her mother’s gaze, mouth twisted, ❝ ━ We lived in that house, we were separated from Shoto, and on the outside looking in, maybe I was disillusioned that things would be okay, but my heart still pounds when anyone raises their voice at me. Any quick movements from adults make me flinch and I know you weren’t there, even when you were. Why didn’t you take us out of t-there ? ❞ Fuyumi hates how her voice cracks, hating the tears leaking down her cheeks. 

Rei swallows thickly, letting herself sit at the other end of the table, when all she wants to do is stand, to prostrate herself before her and beg for….actually, no, not for forgiveness, but something close to it, if only so they can move on and find the peace they so deserved. ❝ ━ He bought and bribed my family in order to have a child with a perfect blend of our quirks, ❞ Rei confesses quietly, hands clenching together tightly, ❝ ━ After Fuyumi, I didn’t want to have anymore children but I also had an obligation to this marriage, so what choice did I have ? I was young, miserable and I knew my family wouldn’t take me back. Your brother knew what was happening and I begged for Enji to stop, to see what was going wrong but he wouldn’t have it. When Shoto was born, I knew what he wanted had come to fruition and by then, I wasn’t myself. I could feel myself breaking and by that point, I couldn’t bare to look at any of you. Couldn’t take being around you even though I tried...❞

She pauses to swallow, choking back the sob that builds in her throat, ❝ ━ Part of me wishes I had more power, that I believed in my worth to save us all, but I didn’t. I let him send me away knowing he’d never harm you or Natsuo but knowing maybe it was the best because I had already harmed Shoto. None of you deserved this life and for that, I apologize for not being stronger. For not taking you and just leaving. I do not expect forgiveness, but I do wish for your healing, for the family you make amongst yourselves. ❞ She bows her head, tears hitting the top of her hands.

Shoto feels something loosen in his chest. For the longest time, he had assumed that he was the reason their family was broken but that hadn’t been the truth. With no one to talk to, with no siblings to really relay his feelings to, he’d been confused about many things. But part of him felt relieved at knowing that the family he had now, with Grandpa and Bon, and Shinso and the rest of his friends was valid, that he could allow himself to have that, to cherish and protect it.

❝ ━ You have to find yourself now too, mom. To forgive yourself and heal too.  ❞ Fuyumi nodded in agreement, reaching a hand out which her mother reached back, squeezing in comfort. She continued to hold Grandfather’s hand, with her free hand, knowing that his support meant more than she could ever truly verbalize. ❝ ━ Thank you for your apologizing. For giving this sort of closure, I think we all needed it. ❞

a long time coming. | @nvrcmplt

[the-firebird69]

It's a large number of people here who are sometimes indigent on the street and they should not be this house is everywhere they have money they're just assholes okay they have family and friends and they can ask and you don't and save it there all these people and they're moochers in grifters Petty thieves and low life low level sleazeball murderers and I have to watch him all the time when they're gross and it's a good lesson really the best lesson planners I've ever seen purpose that's not really on purpose but it worked we have some announcements and we're going to make them

-there's a few people here who are in trouble for what they're doing we did mention a few but this guy Trump is now back on the naughty list he has been on it but they're now doubling up on what they're doing and they see that he's screwing around here at this time and he was caught and his car because the cops came down to find him for something he was doing and it was related to robots and they do about it so the a****** tells her son what he was doing now the cops are developing actual warrants and a lot more of them because of his big mouth he's a huge idiot and it's running by seeing as the balls and stuff but then boy what an incompetent piece of s*** and he's mean too since area is mean all the time to our son when he's a complete failure and his body is a piece of s*** and is running and he's going to he's going to tear in the hell out of all sorts of new stitches inside and he's already bleeding internally and he doesn't know any better I'll tell you what though we do need him dead and I mean it that son says cuz people believe in him and it will probably be another month but he'll die a bunch of times until then and we do expect that and they feel it's true the guy doesn't have a concept that our son understands the technology he's using the phone and he can call out who's messing with it has us searched out and usually is right and he invented a lot of the cell phone technology and the touch screen and for UPS now it's on the phone and the guy is a massive idiot cold everything off him says it's own good and not all of it but really if you wasn't trying to harm our son it would be fine but because of that it makes it mood it does have a very strong effect for us it really most of it is taking this a****** stuff he's an idiot he says it's good for me because we're taking all your stuff and a lot of it not straight out of the chute by the way it's called the laundry like a wheelabrator say that to your blue in the face he says and the guy will keep on doing his stupid s*** so one day I decided to try it and he does continuously talk but really we do it everyday

-there's a couple more things this idiot is going to wind down his body until it's worth nothing and try and blame us and we'll have to export him out for real he is a huge dick

-the pseudo empire fleet has taken over around Mars to a degree they have about 1/3 of it almost covered and they're creeping towards the face after a time they'll be there there's a couple groups that are getting up getting ready to go there one of them would be the warlock they have a couple fleets but one of them is Trump 100 billion at Titan and only $150 billion left roughly BJ has about 300 billion it didn't acquire anymore they're just laying about the numbers they're not astronomically different than this and it's not a different order of magnitude but it's roughly the same as the other side Tommy f has about 300 billion and Trump has a total of 300 billion and send 100 billion obviously he's going to have a problem so they tried different techniques and they don't really deploy them and they keep doing it and no strange so it's going out there right now and full cycling rules and things went forward and the other does too and they never give somebody advantage I'm supposed to for the max. And that battle will be deciding factors for a lot of stuff 100 billion is not that much he can't get lost at this point and he will be surrounded by the pseudo anywhere and that's Trump they intend to take the ships and they intend to take bja ships and he is sending a hundred billion to Mars again it'll be left with about really about $400 billion but this time to lose big numbers again the foreigners and the max have slowed down the foreign approach to the ground basis has increased in ferocity and of course the warlock are now going after the pseudo empire ground bases and about 500 and the other 500 are in different areas we suspect they might sue me under attack though by morlock and we mean Macklemore lock it's going on now the eastern hemisphere stash is a caches of trump took a beating and he did not get to any of his robots he lost about 30% of his stash 20% the stuff and 10% robots and he has only about 15% left so he ran by again saying he's the drummer boy so we know what that means and we're interesting and he's a loser and we should cut him down like the retard he is

-speak day for John remillard in the Western hemisphere is going to get his ass handed to him tonight he's going to lose probably 20 to 25% out of 45% to 20% roughly robots is it going to grab guy and his only one a lot of it is the clothes they have tons of stuff and they get tons of robots tax on Trump tons of stuff is down there and he's wearing a lot of people aren't but nobody really get something goes it's very late it has a huge f** and a giant mystery and huge enemy of our son just continuously harangues him and harasses it's worse than Tommy f shoot him truthfully it seems to be more dangerous because an accident happened that was controlled thing we may have had something to do it but this assholes are completely out of control Los er on it and we're going to crush it in this kid it was demented little b**** daughter. We hate this trumps and they're not going to be elected he's indicted two more times January 6th trial is going to come up pretty soon May 5th trial for Mar-A-Lago is coming up that's important now we should put that out there we have a couple more things happening and we'll mention in a moment

Thor Freya

Olympus

Yeah that's fun we're discovering stuff together and they have to investigate the place and take it apart they've done it before

Hera

I did a lot of the building and construction and I do understand that they will probably convict him and to be able to dismantle the building and that's the max what we say is go ahead and convict him it's not ours and there's not much you can do the guy's a piece of s*** on your side he's a piece of s*** on our side and it's Trump and there's nothing you can do except get rid of them so effigy or not who gives a s*** his effigy for you too cuz he's a Mac and he's a trump card and they said yeah that's kind of true. And he doesn't represent the corners but he does less stuff to do and he's not really a Mac so and they're not sure he's born in sleepy hollow she got three strikes against that wimp people going to use it tonight so yeah they have a tendency to victim of crimes put them away get them out in a way and take the building and relocate it storage or restored in this case they would be removing all of the antiquity items in woodwork everything would come out except the frame and that's what they do we're doing it too and we have to be there some format and they keep doing it

Nuada Arrianna

[acredb]

about time i did this

- snatch started faking his american accent because vanessa liked the sound of it. he's been doing it for so long that his accent is now a permanent mix of american and english, whether he wants it to be or not.

- vanessa and the prince were assigned to wed from childhood, but they genuinely fell in love. vanessa, however, fell OUT of love when she was around 20, but decided to keep the prince around.

- the prince's name was 'Alexander' but due to the damage the trauma did to his soul (and also bc of what souls are in my au) he forgot most things about himself when becoming the snatcher, like name and birth date. (he knows it's sometime in november, but not the exact day.)

- vanessa was actually abusive. not just verbally, but physically too. at the beginning, when she genuinely loved her prince, it was usually just a slap on the wrist. after she stopped caring, it turned to bruises and scars, usually on his torso so the wounds wouldnt be visible if he rolled up his sleeves. she used manipulative tactics and the love the prince had for her as a failsafe, treating him kindly as an apology the next day.

- vanessa was older than the prince by 3 years, meaning at death he was 25 and she was 28. they were around the same height.

- prince alex had siblings, two brothers (that he never really got along with), and vanessa was an only child.

- yes, she bleached his hair. he tried to hide how much he didn't like it, but it was obvious despite his smile, so vanessa bought hair dye to surprise him. the colour wasn't as accurate as the original was, but it was good enough for him. If anything, he liked it better.

- the prince's hair, at one point, was past shoulder length, and he would have kept it long if it wasn't for vanessa pestering him to cut it. he still kept it long in the future, but shorter.

- both have swapped crowns for a full day and waited for the other to notice.

- when they first became friends, prince alex was a lot more timid and shy, and vanessa was more adventurous, but a bit awkward. they both became more confident, but alex never got as confident as vanessa did. (blame her.)

- the week before alex was due to return from his studies, vanessa wrote him a letter asking him to come to her asap. at this point, he'd been staying in a dormitory with several others, and had been the happiest in years with how he was treated. he really, really didn't want to go to vanessa first, he wanted to see his parents. but he did still love her, so complied, and canon events played out.

- currently, snatcher fears vanessa and she knows it. frankly, she couldn't care less. if anything, she's happy that she still has some control.

- the whole 'you can't use your hats in the manor' was a cover up for the actual reason. vanessa's curse had not only cursed that part of Subcon, but the manor as well. the nature of it meant that any magic besides hers was snuffed to the point that it was ineffective to cast, and as hats count as magic items, and Timepieces are magic artifacts, both were practically useless in the manor.

and now the best one in my opinion,

- during the events of my AU, vanessa gets murked by the same children she was trying to kill. hat, bow, and mu all decided to group up to end the curse once and for all, and when they pitched the idea to snatcher he was against it, not wanting them to willingly put themselves in harm's way. eventually, he caves, and decides to help.

they lure vanessa out of the Frozen Village, and get her to snatcher's Tree, where hat and bow can use their abilities. snatcher was more supervising than helping, but peomised to get involved if something went wrong. he did a few times, spitting flames at vamessa when she'd try to freeze one of them, but eventually the witch was killed.

with the curse over, the Dwellers and Subconites could move on if they wanted. most did immediately, and the rest followed later on.

PLEASE DROP YOUR PRINCE AND VANESSA HC HERE I WANNA KNOW WHAT FUN I CAN DO WITH THEM🙏🙏

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Enhypen as your Best Friend: Ni-Ki Edition.

Check out other members’ versions too: Heeseung | Jay | Jake | Sunghoon | Sunoo | Jungwon

A menace with a devil-may-care attitude that is the source of like 50% of your monthly headaches. He’s just so cheeky, mischievous, and playful. Not a day goes by without him teasing you, playing tricks on you or bantering with you.

If you know any better you will never embarrass yourself in front of him because BOI WILL NEVER LET YOU LIVE AFTERWARDS. He'd make it his life mission to constantly remind you of that one embarrassing moment any time and anywhere he can. In the same vein, you have also learnt not to so casually tell him who you are crushing on BCS BOI IS A MENACE. He'd tease you about it to no end and would always taunt you playfully about it. Like he'd be wiggling his brows at you or loudly cleared his throat whenever you're around your crush. Sometimes he'd purposefully do things to get you closer to your crush like purposefully bumping into you so hard that you end up losing your footing and bump into your crush instead.

Despite looking as if you guys are always fighting 24/7, you guys are extremely close to one another — always available for one another and always the first to stuck up for one another, even in the messiest situation. Like you’d always be nagging at him, telling him that he’d be in trouble if someone finds out about whatever shit he gets up to and yet when someone did find out, you’d cover for him. In the same vein, despite looking like the more aloof person in the friendship, he’d always save you from trouble before you get found out. Sometimes even taking on the blame just so that you and your straight-laced reputation wouldn’t get harmed. 

“Dude, what are you doing up here?” Ni-Ki asked, looking alarmed when he saw you at the rooftop of the school where students are not allowed to go up to, “You’d be caught dead if the discipline teacher saw you.” “I heard the view is amazing and I was curious...?” you shrugged as Ni-Ki shook his head disapprovingly. He then offered you his hand, beckoning you to take it, “Not today okay. I just saw the Discipline Teacher doing her rounds so we better go now. I’ll accompany you next time instead, promise-“ “WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT TRESPASSING?!” You guys jumped. It was the Discipline teacher, standing by the door, looking as crossed as ever.  “Sorry, I was j-“ you began but Ni-Ki cut you off, moving to stand in front of you instead as if shielding you or something, “I was just messing around here and y/n caught me.” You were going to say some something to counter what he just said, knowing that he’d get into yet another trouble as if he doesn’t have much under his belt already. But Ni-Ki just squeezed your hand, stopping you before continuing, “y/n was just going to run and report to you but well, I was trying to stop her -“ he lifted your hand in his, "and then you came." “Of course it’s you again Nishimura,” the teacher exhaled a sharp sigh, “Follow me then. Y/N, good job, you can leave.” As Ni-Ki followed the teacher, he quickly threw you a quick reassuring glance, complete with his usual mischievous grin as he winked and mouthed, “don’t worry.”

Despite all the tricks he pulls and the banters — he deeply values and love you as a friend, though he is pretty bad at showing it. Basically, it pretty much bleeds in all the subtle, behind-the-scenes, caring and protective acts that he do which comes almost like a second nature to him when it comes to you. For instance, he’d carefully slot in a cushion behind you if you don’t have any just so that you can comfortably lean back against the seat/wall. He’d wedge his hand in between your head and anything above like the vehicle roof, window or cupboard just so you won't bump into it. He'd make sure that your blanket covers the whole of your body as if any uncovered spot would’ve caused you to die of hypothermia, and so on.

He's always so playful and full of energy when playing ((like an energizer bunny almost)). He'd always be dragging you to play with him, whether to the arcades, the basketball court, the sports field, the amusement park yadayadayada. You better not lose to him at any of the games he asks you to join though, otherwise you won't hear the end of it: of how he had beaten you by a landslide, of how good he is and of course of how bad you are.

He'd also always whiningly beg you to join him do the latest TikTok dance covers even when you're absolutely crap at dancing. Of course, who can say no to this pouty bb. He then would patiently teach you all the moves and then once done, would proceed to film 1001 drafts until he is satisfied. That's what happens when you do a TikTok dance cover with a dancing prodigy who is a perfectionist. That being said, he is always so supportive, like a personal hypeman whenever you join him and dance with him, "WUUUUWW das my girl" he'd say when he reviews the draft.

Needs to be taken care of. Despite being a gigantour and having such an intimidating resting face, he can be such a baby. He needs to be waken up, needs to be reminded of an upcoming homework/test, needs to be reminded to eat, and the list goes on. But then if you call him a baby he’d pout, whine and complain, “I’m not a baby. I’m a MAN D:<" ((yeah sure thing whatever u say 🙄)). Then he’d shove it down your throat about how tall he is compared to you and how muscular he is (ish).

Reckless and adventurous af. He'd be texting you randomly and go "hey hey I found an abandoned building, wanna come?" then you'd be like, "as if I have a death wish". Then he'd took ages to reply back that you'd get worried in case he really went off alone, knowing his propensity for troublemaking and his recklessness, so whether you like it or not, you'd always end up going after him, getting roped into his little adventures (or misadventures) eventually.

Often leaves your texts on read but the moment you text him things like “shit, the street is empty” or “Ooo Sunghoon just asked me if he could tag along when I’m running” or “Jay just invited me to his party” or "I'll be in the library with Jake in case you're trying to find me" — boi would come over running in a heartbeat. Then he’d just three-wheel whatever is going on, shooting daggers while at it and then sulking afterwards “you said you liked jogging alone but what was that ear-to-ear grin you had when jogging with Sunghoon. You even went slower than your usual pace!!! what was that?!!” or “pfft, you said you wanted to study. I dont think all the eye locking and sheepish smiles with Jake counts as studying”.

Sunoo, having had enough, would then come into your defence, “Ni-Ki pipe it. If you’re jealous just say you don't want her hanging out with them”. Then Ni-Ki would be like caught so off-guard, blabbering absolutely anything “why would I- when do I - not in a million years! I just don't want her to run to me crying when they like break her heart or something.” "yeah yeah sure if you say so," Sunoo scoffed, grinning coyly as if he knew something.

A/N: lol took me long to finish this bsf headcannons. Hope you've enjoyed it so far!

Masterlist 

[tarobytez]

disability in the Six Of Crows Duology; an analysis of Kaz Brekker, Wylan Van Eck, and the fandom’s treatment of them.

****Note: I originally wrote this for a tiktok series, which im still going to do, but i wanted to post here as well bc tumblr is major contributor to what im going to talk about

CW: ableism, filicide, abuse

In the Six of Crows duology, Leigh Bardugo delicately subverts and melds harmful disability tropes into her narrative, unpacking them in a way that I, as a disabled person, found immensely refreshing and…. just brilliant. 

But what did you all do with that? Well, you fucked it up. Instead of critically looking at the characters, y’all just chose to be ableist. 

For the next few videos paragraphs im going to unpack disability theory (largely the stuff surrounding media, for obvious reasons) and how it relates to Six Of Crows and the characterization of Kaz Brekker and Wylan Van Eck, then how, despite their brilliant writing, y’all completely overlooked the actual text and continuously revert them to ableist cariactures.

Disclaimer: 1. Shocker - i am disabled. I have also extensively researched disability theory and am very active in the disabled community. Basically, I know my shit. 2. im going to be mad in these videos this analysis. Because the way y’all have been acting has been going on for a long ass time and im fuckin sick of it. I don’t give a shit about non-disabled feelings, die mad

Firstly, I’m going to discuss Kaz, his play on the stereotypical “mean cripple” trope and how Bardugo subverts it, his cane, and disabled rage. Then, I am going to discuss Wylan, the “inspiration porn” stereotype, caregivers / parents, and the social model of disability. Finally, I will then explain the problems in the fandom from my perspective as a disabled person, largely when it comes to wylan, bc yall cant leave that boy tf alone.

Kaz Brekker

Think of a character who uses a cane (obviously not Kaz). Now, are they evil, dubiously moral, or just an asshole in general? Because nearly example I can think of is: whether it be Lots’O from Toy Story, Lucius Malfoy, or even Scrooge and Mr.Gold from Once Upon A Time all have canes (the last two even having their canes appear less and less as they become better people)

The mean/evil cripple trope is far more common than you would think. Villains with different bodies are confined to the role of “evil”. To quote TV Tropes, who I think did a brilliant job on explaining it “The first is rooted in eugenics-based ideas linking disability or other physical deformities with a "natural" predisposition towards madness, criminality, vice, etc. The Rule of Symbolism is often at work here, since a "crippled" body can be used to represent a "crippled" soul — and indeed, a disabled villain is usually put in contrast to a morally upright and physically "perfect" hero. Whether consciously on the part of the writer or not, this can reinforce cultural ideas of disability making a person inherently inferior or negative, much in the same way the Sissy Villain or Depraved Homosexual trope associate sexual and gender nonconformity with evil. ”

Our introduction to Kaz affirms this notion of him being bad or morally bankrupt, with “Kaz Brekker didn’t need a reason”, etc. This mythologized version of himself, the “bastard of the barrel” actively fed into this misconception. But, as we the audience are privy to his inner thoughts, know that he is just a teenager like every other Crow. He is complex, his disability isn’t this tragic backstory, he just fell off a roof. It’s not his main motivation, nor does he curse revenge for making him a cripple - it is just another part of who he is. 

His cane (though the shows version fills me with rage but-) is an extension of Kaz - he fights with it, but it has a purpose. Another common thing in media is for canes to be simply accessories, but while Kaz’ cane is fashionable, it has purpose.

The quote “There was no part of him that was not broken, that had not healed wrong and there was no part of him that was not stronger for having been broken.” is so fucking powerful. Kaz does not want nor need a cure - its said in Crooked Kingdom that his leg could most likely be healed, but he chooses not to. Abled-bodied people tend to dismiss this thought as Kaz being stubborn but it shows a reality of acceptance of his disability that is just, so refreshing.

In chapter 22 of SOC, we see disabled rage done right - when he is called a cripple by the Fjerdan inmate, Kaz is pissed - the important detail being that he is pissed at the Fjerdan, at society for ableism, not blaming it on being disabled or wishing he could be normal. He takes action, dislocating the asshole’s shoulder and proving to him, and to a lesser extent, himself, that he is just as capable as anyone else, not in spite of, but because he is disabled. And that is the point of Kaz, harking back to the line that “there was no part of him that was not stronger for having been broken”. 

I cried on numerous occasions while reading the SOC duology, but the parts I highlighted in this section especially so. I, as many other disabled people do, have had a long and tumultuous relationship with our disability/es, and for many still struggle. But Kaz Brekker gave me an empowered disabled character who accepts themselves, and that means the world to me. 

Keeping that in mind, I hope you can understand why it hurts so much to disabled people when you either erase Kaz’s disability (whether through cosplay or fanfiction), or portray him as a “broken boy uwu”, especially implying that he would want a cure. That flies in the face of canon and is inherently fucking ableist. (if u think im mad wait until the next section)

Next, we have Wylan.  

Oh fucking boy. 

I love Wylan so fucking much, and y’all just do not seem to understand his character? Like at all? Since this is disability-centric, I’m not going to discuss how the intersection of his queerness also contributes to these issues, but trust me when I say it’s a contributing factor to what i'm going to say.

Wylan, motherfucking Van Eck. If you ableist pricks don’t take ur fucking hands off him right now im going to fight you. I see Wylan as a subversion another, and in my opinion more insidious stereotype pf disabled people - inspiration porn.

Cara Liebowitz in a 2015 article on the blog The Body Is Not An Apology explains in greater detail how inspiration porn is impactful in real life, but media is a major contributing factor to this reality. The technical definition is “the portrayal of people with disabilities as inspirational solely or in part on the basis of their disability” - but that does not cover it fully. 

Inspiration porn does lasting damage on the disabled community as it implies that disability is a negative that you need to “overcome” or “triumph” instead of something one can feel proud of. It exploits disabled people for the development of non-disabled people, and in media often the white male protagonist. Framing disability as inherently negative perpetuates ideals of eugenics and cures - see Autism $peaks’ “I Am Autism” ad. Inspiration porn is also incredibly patronizing as it implies that we cannot take care of ourselves, or do things like non-disabled people do. Because i stg some of you tend to think that we just sit around all day wishing we weren’t disabled. 

Another important theory ideal that is necessary when thinking about Wylan is the experience of feeling like a burden simply for needing help or accommodations. This is especially true when it comes to familial relationships, and internalized ableism.

The rhetoric that Wylan’s father drilled into his head, that he is “defective”, “a mistake”, and “needs to be corrected”, that he (Jan) was “cursed with a moron for a child” is a long held belief that disabled people hear relentlessly. And while many see Van Eck’s attempted murder of Wylan as “preposturous” and overall something that you would never think happens today - filicide (a parent murdering their child) is more common than you would like to believe. Without even mentioning the countless and often unreported deaths of disabled people due to lack of / insufficient / neglectful medical care, in a study on children who died from the result of household abuse, 40 of 42 of them (95%) were diagnosed with disabilities. Van Eck is not some caricature of ableist ideals - he is a real reflection on how many people and family members view disability. 

Circling back to how Wylan unpacks the inspiration porn trope - he is 3 dimensional, he is not only used to develop the other characters, he is just *chefs kiss* Leigh, imo, put so much love and care into the creation of Wylan and his story and character growth that is representative of a larger feeling in the disabled community. 

That being said, what you non-disabled motherfuckers have done to him.

The “haha Wylan can’t read” jokes aren’t and were not funny. Y’all literally boiled down everything Wylan is to him being dyslexic. And it’s like,,,, the only thing you can say about him. You ignore every other part of him other than his disability, and then mock him for it. There’s so much you can say about Wylan - simping for Jesper, being band kid and playing the fuckin flute, literally anything else. But no, you just chose to mock his disability, excellent fucking job!

Next up on “ableds stfu” - infantilization! y’all are so fucking condescending to Wylan, and treat him like a fucking toddler. And while partly it is due to his sexuality i think a larger portion is him being disabled. Its in the same vein of people who think that Wylan and Jesper are romantically one sided, and that Jesper only kind of liked Wylan, despite the canon evidence of him loving Wylan just as much. You all view him as a “smol bean”, who needs protecting, and care, when Wylan is the opposite of that. He is a fucking demolitions expert who suggested waking up sleeping men to kill them - what about that says “uwu”. You are treating Wylan as a burden to Jesper and the other Crows when he is an immensely valuable, fully autonomous disabled person - you all just view him as damaged. 

And before I get a comment saying that “uhhh Wylan isn’t real why do you care” while Wylan may not be real, how you all view him and treat him has real fucking impacts and informs how you treat people like me. If someone called me an “uwu baby boy” they’d get a fist square in the fucking jaw. Fiction informs how we perceive the world and y’all are making it super fucking clear how you see disabled people. 

Finally, I wanted to talk about how the social model of disability is portrayed through Wylan. For those who are unaware, the social model of disability contrasts the medical model, that views the disability itself as the problem, that needs to be cured, whereas the social model essentially boils down to creating an accommodating society, where disability acceptance and pride is the goal. And we see this with Wylan - he is able to manage his father’s estate, with Jesper’s assistance to help him read documents. And this is not out of pity or charity, but an act of love. It is not portrayed as this almighty act for Jesper to play saviour, just a given, which is incredibly important to show, especially for someone who has been abused by family for his disability like Wylan, that he is accepted. 

Yet, I still see people hold up Jesper on a pedestal for “putting up with” Wylan, as if loving a disabled person deserves a fucking pat on the back. It’s genuinely exhausting trying to engage with a work I love so much with a fandom that thinks so little of me and my community. It fucking shows. 

Overall, Leigh Bardugo as a disabled person wrote two incredibly meticulous and empowered disabled characters, and due to either lack of reading comprehension, ableism, or a quirky mix of both, the fandom has ignored canon and the experiences of disabled people for…. shits and giggles i guess. And yes, there are issues with the Grishaverse and disability representation - while I haven’t finished them yet so I do not have an opinion on it, people have been discussing issues in the KOS duology with ableist ideals. This mini series was no way indicative of the entire disabled experience, nor does it represent my entire view on the representation as a whole. These things need to be met critically in our community, and talked about with disabled voices at the forefront. For example, the limited perspective we get of Wylan and Kaz being both white men, does not account for a large portion of the disabled community and the intersection of multiple identities.

All-in-all, Critique media, but do not forget to also critique fandom spaces. Alternatively, just shut the fuck up :)

happy fucking disability pride month, ig

[bumbleklee]

how genshin characters would react to you have suicidal thoughts or self-harm thoughts

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★ request for @ranbalsa <3 sorry this is so delayed, pls forgive me

★ content warning: this could be extremely triggering for some! there will be mentions of suicidal and self-harm thoughts as well as mentions of self-harm scars (national suicide prevention hotline: 800-273-8255)

★ characters included: beidou, fischl, lisa, jean, ningguang, kaeya, venti, albedo, zhongli, childe and diluc - these can be interpreted as platonic or romantic

beidou

if i had to choose one word to describe beidou, it would be caring

between the way people talk so highly about her in their voice lines to the little kids that like to play pirates and are always talking about how she gives them candy, it’s clear beidou is a very kindhearted person

so if you were having bad thoughts about hurting yourself, beidou would stop what she was doing and get you on her ship in no time

she figured that being out in the middle of the sea gave you no chance to actually hurt yourself + the waves and serenity were sure to calm you

she would spend the entire trip by your side, whispering how important you were to her and everyone back home and how foolish it would be if you took your own life

she would also get down to the root of the issue and try to give you as much advice as possible

beidou would finally sail back home once she decided you were stable again

fischl

i think fischl probably deals with some of these issues herself since her whole personality is based off a story book

but speaking of that, if you go to fischl in a state of panic i think she would sit you down on her bedroom floor and read you a book

her calming voice mixed with the distraction of a fairytale would help your breathing even out and you would ultimately forget about those thoughts you were having

if the story didnt help, then she would just talk to you about anything and everything

she might even invite bennett and razor over and four of you could make a little powow in her living room to make you feel better about yourself

lisa

even hearing you mention hurting yourself would send lisa into a “motherly mode” 

she may not seem like it, but she cared deeply for everyone in mondstadt and never wanted anyone to hurt like that - especially you

like fischl, lisa would probably try distracting you with a book

she would take you into the library and pick out some novels or stories that would take your mind off your previous thoughts

she would sit with you and when you were ready, talk to you about why you were feeling the way you were and what she could do to help

she’s a smart women and if there’s one thing she understands more than anything, its you

jean

she panics

not on purpose, of course. but if jean walks in you harming yourself or hears you say something worrying, she would panic

she was never good in situations like this, afraid she would say the wrong thing and upset you more

but at the end of the day, jean was jean and she always smacked some sense into herself to properly help you through this bump in the road

jean would get down to the root of your issue and work her way out from there

to help you feel better, jean would order a pizza and let you indulge in it with her and after that, she would listen to you vent about what was making you upset

jean is also good at passing off tasks she knew she wouldn’t be able to handle which means if jean thought she seriously couldn’t help you, she would get someone who could

your wellbeing is more important than her pride

ningguang

she wouldn’t understand at first

it would be a lie to say ningguang didn’t live in a fantasy bubble sometimes

she cared about you, yes, but never experienced your pain before and had trouble grasping it right away

but once she did, she was very attentive 

if you wanted medical help, ningguang would hire the best doctors in teyvat to help you through this

if you didn’t, then ningguang would do her very best to console you

she would try to distract you with lavish gifts and expensive dinners and while it was nice being spoiled by her, it didn’t make your problems go away

the last thing ningguang wanted was for you to hurt yourself so like jean, if she needed to bring in a professional to help, she would

kaeya

he would find out about your bad habit by walking in on you self harming

he was freaking out on the inside but stayed calm on the outside, coaxing you away from the blade and helping you clean up your wounds

you would be a nervous wreck for a while and kaeya would hold you in his arms

like jean, he would try and get to the root of the issue and find out why you were feelings these things

he loved you more than anything and he wouldn’t know what he would do if you succeeded in taking your own life one day

on that day onwards, kaeya was determined to make you happy again

he puts your needs before his and does everything in his power to make sure you’re always okay

and if you relapse, kaeya never gets mad. he understands this is a hard cycle to break but he’s determined to help you through it

venti

he might be more upset than you

venti treated you like the archon in the relationship and when you revealed to him you were having suicidal thoughts, his world came crashing down

he blamed himself for a while and drank a lot more at diluc’s tavern but after a stern warning from diluc, venti realized this was doing nothing for either of you

he spent his days with you, walking you around mondstadt and showing you beautiful flowers and cool bugs

his goal was to show you the beauty of the world and convince you that taking your own life would prevent you from experiencing more 

if you self harmed, venti would kiss your scars and make you bracelets made out of cecilia flowers to cover the marks

albedo

he would accidentally be insensitive, at least at first. your relationship was new to him and he was still trying to figure out all of his emotions so when you made a comment about suicide, he took it densely

he didn’t understand why someone would want to kill themselves and told you that exactly

it was only after sucrose snapped at him and explained how you were feeling that albedo screwed his head on right

after apologizing, he would try his best to help you

he would create new potions that might help with your depression or other mental disorders and document your moods and feelings to help him understand what you were going through

it was difficult and sucrose added in a lot of support as well

zhongli

he noticed your self harm scars the minute you two got close but being the respectful man he is, he never pointed them out

he let you come to him and explain them yourself

if you pick up self harming later in your relationship, zhongli is quick to notice and take action

as aggravating as it was, zhongli hid all sharp objects in your apartment and took charge if you needed any of them for something

he made you promise to go to him if you were having thoughts of hurting yourself again

zhongli would make you tea infused with herbs to help worries and bring you relaxation and (in small amounts) happiness

he would take walks with you around liyue if you were having urges and let you cry into his chest in frustration 

this was childe’s idea but if you needed to do something badly, zhongli would take you into an abandoned part of liyue and create fragile, thin rocks for you to smash onto the ground and satisfy that need

childe

having five siblings, he knew how to handle suicidal thoughts

his older sister went through a similar phase like you were now and childe would help you based on how he helped her

childe liked to wrap you in blankets so tightly you couldn’t move, the pressure calming you down and usually causing you to fall asleep

he gives you so, so, so many compliments during this time. he’s so proud of you and so in love with your strength

he wants you to stay with him forever so he’s determined to get these thoughts out of your head 

if you attempt, childe will not leave your side

he’ll stay with you throughout your infirmary visit and even when you’re discharged back home

he’s scared of loosing you

like ningguang, he’ll shower you in gifts to make you feel special 

diluc

like jean, he panics

he thinks it’s his fault somehow and you have to heartbreakingly explain that its not, that your brain is just wired differently 

diluc tries to keep you by his side at all times for a while

he takes you to work with him so you can sit at the bar or he’ll have you walk around with him through the grape vines in the evening

you wake up more often than not to his strong arms around you and as annoying at it is, it’s comforting to know someone loves you this much

he’s afraid of loosing you like he lost his father

diluc was good at shutting down rumors as well. if you had scars, people would talk and diluc would give them one nasty glare and they would shut up

at the end of the day, he just wanted you to be okay

[prophctic]

"okay, hold on," rose gestured between piper and jo. "what was that all about? and are you seriously suggesting putting your life on the line again?" her arms folded across her stomach, and her jaw set firmly. if lo didn't know rose like the back of her own hand, she might read her body language as angry; frustrated that piper was keeping secrets and willing to put herself in danger after all they'd just done to get her out of it. but lo did know rose, and she wasn't angry; she was upset. the hunch in her shoulders, the rapid rise and fall of her chest; rose was projecting anger as a cover for fear. even her arms around her gave away the fact that she was fighting the urge to grab onto piper.

"wait," gemma spoke up. "mari has a point, but...also because of the danger we're bringing, like piper said." she turned to the originals, holding her hands out apologetically. "you were so kind to help us, to help piper, and we owe you everything. but you were just attacked tonight, too. and ajani said that it's not allowed to attack in new orleans, but it can happen. if these dread doctors are here, and they're after you, and if our coven is trying to get into piper's head still, if they're still after us, there's a chance us being here could cause them to attack, too. if we could put you in even more danger, then i don't want to do that."

"it seems to me," ajani said gently, looking at everyone gathered one at a time. "that everyone here has the best interest of others in their hearts." his voice was calm, and ivy noted that it seemed to ease the rapid rise of her heartrate that had only pounded harder over the past several minutes.

"several of you," ajani continued, "leapt to my sister's rescue tonight the very moment she was in danger. you did not know who she was, or what had attacked her, or why; yet you came to her aid without a thought. some of you came to me to raise the alert before you even knew it was my sister in peril," at this, he smiled kindly at lux and julia, " and you," he turned to jo, "immediately came to share your knowledge when you learned there was trouble afoot. it sounds to me as though you have all come together to help your friend piper here," he said to the gathered coven and alphas, "and my sister gave aid to piper as well. what all of this tells me is that everyone gathered here on this evening is a good person, and one for whom i would happily stand beside and offer my own assistance and protection to. now," he stepped forward, folding his hands in front of him. "it is quite clear that together, in this place, we may very well be in the eye of the hurricane. i would not blame anyone who wished to leave," he looked at damaris with a gentle understanding, before looking at the others in turn. "nor, am i sure, would anyone else here. every person here tonight has been extremely brave, and i know i am not alone in stating my gratitude. if you wish to leave now, for whatever reason, no one would look down upon you, and you would still be granted safety anywhere you go in this city. but if you wish to stay, it would be my honor to offer you whatever i can give, and to stand beside you in whatever fight may come to our doorstep. the dread doctors, it seems, are already upon us; if your coven comes, too, let them. i give you my word that i will stand against any who would harm anyone here, and i pledge to work with all of you, to protect all of you, in any way i can."

"as do i," eshe agreed immediately. "and before any of you make a decision, let's get them out of your head, shall we? i believe i, along with the help of your coven, will be able to do so, and to keep you from experiencing any more pain, little witch. let us do this, before we do anything else." it was, she knew, and she knew they were all aware, the most immediately pressing issue; whether these witches chose to stay or leave, the coven having access to her mind would be nothing but dangerous until she was free of them, until the tie had been severed completely.

"we'll sever it together," she smiled softly. "besides, as my brother has just made quite clear, i think if we have all gone through what we have recently together, that makes us all family. as far as i am concerned, everyone in this room comes first."

damaris's lips thinned, pressed into a tight line. it wasn't ajani's fault; really, it was no one's fault but the dread doctors' and the coven's and those like them. but it felt as if they'd run from one saw trap into the next. where they had expected to find sanctuary, they'd just found a threat that they understood even less.

biting on her bottom lip, she crossed the room and sat down on the couch beside piper. "pipes," she said seriously, holding her friend's gaze, "we need to consider if we should leave."

"leave?" harry echoed. "and go where, mars?"

"i... i don't know," she confessed, shaking her head. "but we came here under the assumption that we would be safe here. and i'm sorry, i know no one here is to blame, but at least in salem, we know what we're up against. too many people are depending on us for you to die here." laying a hand on top of piper's, damaris looked to the alphas for their opinion. "if i'm wrong, please tell me."

bellamy considered her for a moment. "i don't think you are," she said. "you're right, it is dangerous here. even we can only protect you from so much. but if an original needs backup in a fight, then not even a pack of alphas is going to do you any good. but i don't think you came all this way just to turn back around, either."

"damaris," piper said, her voice gentle but firm. she was a far cry from the mess she was when they'd last spoken, curled in on herself and throwing her life away over something that wasn't her fault. she seemed a lot more like herself now; subtly, it eased the fear that was clawing at damaris's heart. "we're on the run," she said. "it doesn't matter where we go, we're in danger. whether it's this sanctuary city or the next, we're targets now. nothing i do is going to change that, not for me."

damaris's shoulders sank as piper's words registered. she knew they were true, that wasn't the issue. but the idea of submitting themselves to this level of danger, one that rivaled the coven, terrified her.

"if you don't feel safe here, then i'm not going to ask you to stay," piper continued. "whatever happens to me, i have it coming. but your life is in your hands. i don't blame you if you're scared. i want you to feel safe, mari, nothing else."

damaris exhaled quietly, her eyes growing wet. "really tall order," she murmured. "i'm with you, wherever you are. all of you. i just..."

piper smiled and nodded. "yeah. yeah, no, i thought about that, too." she placed her hands on her lap and ran them over her knees, taking a moment to gather her thoughts. "the most pressing issue, as far as i'm hearing, is that we have no idea what these doctors want or who they're after. uche's attack vaguely makes sense from a historical point of view, but even that falls apart under a microscope." she glanced at jo. "you said haetae was from korea, but the dread doctors originated in france, and the they were killed in california. so they hunt all over the world?"

"yes," jo confirmed. "even victims from the same batch of experiments come from all over the country, if not the globe."

"so if they want us, then we're in danger, no matter where we go," saint guessed. "and we have no idea how to tell if they want us or not."

"luckily, we have time to figure it ou⎯ah," piper winced, nails biting into her knees as she tensed up in pain. it was less forgiving this time, less of an awakening and more of an attempt at intrusion.

and it lasted longer, too⎯⎯she didn't realize it, seeing as every bout of pain felt like it lasted a million years, but mae had taken her hand from her knee and had begun to count the seconds until piper came out of it. panic had begun to swell in mae's chest as the attack expanded⎯turning over into a minute then two minutes without piper so much as breathing⎯and she started to beg for someone to do something, when piper finally forced in a breath.

"oh, holy fuck," harry swore, as the room released a collective breath, piper sagging forward onto mae's shoulder. "was that them?"

"they know," piper said, her voice breathy and small. "i put the barrier back up before they could get in my head, but they know i'm alive again."

"but they can't track you, right?" claire asked, looking around for confirmation. she had very little context for who they were, but she didn't need a pamphlet to know that they were to be avoided at all costs. "you're safe here⎯from them, at least. right?"

ethan sighed. "it's a little complicated. we need to separate you from them before they break that barrier."

"is that even a good idea?" harry asked. "like, right now? we magically stopped and started her heart in a twenty-four hour time period. can she even handle another procedure like that?"

"i don't know if she can," julia admitted, worried eyes focused on piper. "the energy of her heart is... very weak. eshe's magic is keeping her alive right now, and i'm sure that she'll be stronger on her own after a few days of recovery. but another big spell could be fatal."

"we could buy time," uche pointed out. "there's always a way. like, at this point, there's no choice, right?"

"no," piper rejected. "no, i can take it. the sooner we get it done, the sooner we can focus on the dread doctors and stopping them." she hesitated for a moment before looking at jo again. "do you have a pen and some paper i can borrow?"

jo blinked. "hm? oh. yeah, of course." she dug into her bag to find a pen and tore out a piece of paper, handing them both to piper. the earth witch stood, muttering her excuse me's as she stepped over her friends to reach the coffee table. she bent over it as she wrote on the slip of paper. when she was done, she folded the paper into four squares and held it out to jo, who curiously accepted it. jo opened the paper and read it, but said nothing. after a moment, she folded it up again and nodded, tucking it into her pocket. "okay. i'll take care of it."

piper's body relaxed. "thank you." she stood up again and faced eshe. "i'm sorry. i know i'm asking a lot of you and i understand that your family has to come first. but my mind and body are not my own, and it's become a danger to people that i love. if you tell us how to sever the tie, we can do it ourselves and we won't ask you for anything else."

even saint shifted uncomfortably then, unsure of how to proceed here. he understood piper; he couldn't imagine living with what she had to and having all of that weight on his shoulders. but how many times was she supposed to put her life on the line for it? how many times could they be responsible for killing her? "pipes..."

"i'm going to be fine," she promised, looking at him, then the others. "trust me. i can take it. but we're out of time now. they're not going to give up until they know what i've done, so we can't stop, either. not when we've come this far."