#theres something DEEPLY wrong in her head

[skybristle]

countless swirling sparks ..... reblog if you think she should kill people

[goldenlikedayl1ght]

what is this feeling? | m. murdock

MAJOR DAREDEVIL: BORN AGAIN SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT!!!!!

a/n: here's my swing at an angsty but cute daredevil born again fic!! hope y'all like it, i think it's alright although the pacing is kinda meh, but. oh well! i like it so i hope you do too. enjoy!! warnings: uhm. SPOILERS FOR DDBA!!!!!!!!!! please head that warning!! lots of fighting, yearning, enemies to lovers, matt is mean and has a moment where he yells at her. then theres a lot of hurt/comfort, lots of softness, a bit of making out. i dunno it's what i got! lots of cursing, strange office behavior, matt and reader have an odd dynamic, kinda implied age gap? wordcount: 3.8k summary: you're pretty sure your boss hates you. pairing: dd:ba!matt murdock x reader now playing: what is this feeling? - wicked "what is this feeling?/fervid as a flame?/does it have a name?/yes/loathing/unadulterated loathing."

All Matt does is mope.

It annoys Kirsten deeply.

He was the one who wanted to open this firm with her, after..

Well, everything.

Maybe mope is the wrong word. Matt’s not moping, he’s mourning. 

Mourning everything, even the things Kirsten doesn’t know about—Mourning Foggy, mourning Daredevil, mourning the relationship he had with Karen, mourning the firm.. Mourning the life he had. Mourning the person he had become.

So Matt throws everything he has into Murdock & McDuffie, because he’s not Daredevil anymore. He’s not anyone’s friend. What else is there?

But it’s starting to have a negative impact on his work.

Because all he does is work! All he does is talk to clients, do paperwork, talk in court, and mourn. He’s beginning to slip. He’s not sleeping, he’s barely eating. His work is suffering because of it, and Kirsten has not come this far to let Matt falter like this.

She knows he’s grieving. She knows he misses Foggy. Misses his entire life. But she knows this isn’t sustainable.

So, she hires you.

You’re a twenty something year old English Major, fresh out of college, with.. no real idea of what you want to do. And no job.

Kirsten, a family friend, tells you her new law firm needs an office assistant. The pay’s pretty good, she tells you, and the office is pretty. All you must do is get Mr. Murdock to his appointments.

Get him coffee.

Tell him a joke.

Ignore how he ignores you.

You show up to your first day of work with a bright smile, a donut for your new boss, and ambition.

Kirsten opens Matt’s door without knocking, smiling as she steps in.

“Who’s this?” he wonders.

“Our new office assistant,” You try to ignore the frown that tugs at his lips when he finds this out.

You hold out your hand to him, giving him your name. He doesn’t stand from his chair when he shakes your hand.

“Well, I’ll leave you two to talk, I have a meeting with a client,” And before either of you can say anything, Kirsten is gone.

“Listen, I��”

“I brought you a donut,” You offer. Matt smiles a bit, but you can tell it’s forced.

“Thank you. You’re sweet, but..” he hesitates. “I don’t really need a secretary.”

“I’m not your secretary; I’m the office assistant.” Matt raises his eyebrows, and you feel your face flush. “Fine, Kirsten hired me to be your secretary, but she did hire me. I want to work here—For you.”

“I’m sure Kirsten has lots of things for you to worry about that aren’t me.” He promises.

You glance down to the small donut box you’re holding in your hand. Then, you place it on his slightly messy desk.

“Well, I’ll be right outside if you need anything.”

Matt doubts that he will, but he forces a smile in your direction anyways.

-

Silence. Schedules. Phone calls. More silence.

Weeks pass like this.

You’re beginning to feel like you don’t deserve to be paid for this, half the time you just sit around doing crosswords or sudoku until Kirsten can come up with something for you to do.

You wait for Mr. Murdock to notice you like a puppy, always glancing over to his office.

You think he might hate you. He’s never outright said as much, but he acts like it. The coffee you make causes him to grimace. The research you do is never good enough. And Kirsten does her best, pestering Matt to engage and giving you things to do..

But there’s only so much she can do. So, there are some days where you sit around writing ideas and brainstorming, always thinking about writing.

After two weeks, you’re yet to start using your free time to write on the side.. But after a particularly bad Wednesday morning..

You were just there to take notes at the firm’s general morning meeting. You want to get down anything important, hating all the nervous energy you have. You’re ignoring the way Matt’s thigh feels against yours.

Then, Matt leans over to you, and whispers against your ear, sending a chill down your spine,

“You know, you don’t really need to be here, I can get my notes from someone else—”

From down the table, you hear giggles, and you glance over to see two of the younger, more annoying new attorneys laughing and whispering to each other, all while looking at you and Matt.

Something snaps inside of you.

What the fuck was this, High School?

Why do you tolerate this bullshit?

You nod, turning your head towards Matt.

“You’re right. I don’t need to be here.” Then, with a quiet, ‘excuse me’, you pick up your things, stare straight ahead and go to your desk.

The meeting room goes kind of quiet, every one of them wondering if this was the epiphany you needed, to stop letting yourself be pushed around so often.

Meanwhile, your brain is committed to one thought:

Don’t cry, Don’t cry, Don’t cry—

You manage to make it to your desk, turn your head away from your colleagues, before the tears finally fall. You wipe them quickly and inhale and exhale slowly.

So everyone thinks you’re a fucking pushover who’s just letting Matt hate you so intensely, so what?

You take a deep breath in.

You exhale.

You open Linkedin and update your resume, before browsing for jobs. You apply to one or two.

You do this all day. You don’t get up from your desk, you don’t bring Mr. Murdock coffee, you don’t ask Kirsten what you can do for her, you don’t even respond when Matt asks you if you want anything from his thai food place, his treat.

You do some work, because you’re afraid of getting fired, but you just scribble down emails and addresses and pros and cons of staying, and you focus intensely at the task at hand.

You don’t even hear his footsteps as he approaches, all you hear is—

“Boo!”

You jump, gripping the arms of your swivel chair. You quickly spin around to be met with Matt. Anger burns within you.

“What the hell is your problem?!” You glare.

Matt laughs.

“What? I scared you?”

“Oh, fuck off,” You spit, and then you cover your mouth, your eyes wide. You’re mortified!

Matt just smiles and offers you the bag of, admittedly delicious smelling, thai food.

“You know, I like you better when you don’t let people walk all over you. It’s a better look.” He hums, and you take the food.

“..Thanks.”

“No problem.” He pauses, “But this doesn’t mean I need a secretary, I can still do all my own work,”

“Yeah, I figured as much.” You say bitterly.

“What’re you doing, anyways?”

You don’t hesitate to respond because he deserves this—

“Looking at job listings.” He pauses, as if caught off guard by your honesty.

“Maybe you should stick around, things’ll get easier.” He taps his cane on the ground, and you try to name the emotion inside you.

“Maybe.” Is all you respond before you turn back to your desk and start working.

After that, you hold no reserves about spending the hours that Matt ignores you writing. And you, of course, hear no objections from him.

-

After that, you and Matt are not quite.. enemies.. Well, you never were, but.. things aren’t as hostile as they were before. Occasionally, He’ll listen to you when you give input on a client. Occasionally, he’ll ask you if you want any coffee from the place down the street.

This is the closest the two of you get to a love language or a back and forth—Coffee and notes.

One day, you decide to clean his office while he’s out.

It’s an innocent gesture—Something to try and convince him that you can be useful, when given the opportunity!

You start by taking out the trash, making sure not to mess with any important documents. You note how barren his office is—Compared to your desk full of trinkets, at least. You suppose it makes sense, for a blind man not to concern himself with decorating.

You hang his scarf on a hook on the wall, noting the soft texture.

You don’t even mean to find it.

You just pick it up off his desk, and you’re reading it before you can stop yourself.

The picture on the card depicts a blonde man with a kind smile, handsome, too.

��In loving memory of Franklin Nelson’ is as far as you get when the door swings open, and Matt is standing in the doorway to the office.

“Oh! Sorry—I was just trying to clean up before you got back from your meeting and—

“What are you holding?” You suspect he already knows based off how he asks, but you’re not sure how. Maybe it’s that important to him, but you’ve noticed that he knows things, weird things. But you have no time to think about that now.

“I found it on your desk,” You hold it out to him and as soon as his finger runs over the braille on the card, you watch his shoulders tense. “I’m so sorry, I just—”

“Never touch this!” He snaps, and you stop, taken aback. “Never ever touch this, do you realize how important this is? What would’ve happened if you lost it or threw it out?!” He steps towards you as he raises his voice, “This isn’t for you! Never come into my office without permission again, and never fucking touch this, do you understand?!” He yells, and when you don’t answer, he yells louder—“Do you understand me?!”

Silence.

Then, a whimper escapes your lips as you cover your mouth, tears already running down your face. You quickly place the card back on the desk, before speed walking out of his office, hot, thick tears running down your face.

You’re so fucked, you think. You’re going to get fired. As if you hadn’t spent weeks getting paid to do practically nothing, you’re absolutely going to get fired now. Maybe you should just quit, save yourself the embarrassment, or, maybe you can get on your hands and knees—Absolutely beg Matt to forgive you.

You feel awful. You had heard bits and pieces of what had happened to the man on the card, of how it affected Matt. How they were best friends. How they had their own firm together. How that was destroyed in a matter of minutes.

And sure, Matt’s been a dick to you for a while now, but you have an intense empathy for him. You couldn’t even imagine how he feels.

You grab your jacket and your bag, and then you walk straight back to your apartment. You assume you’re fired. But instead of worrying about it or applying to more jobs, You open a big bottle of wine and sit with the record player on. You keep thinking about how fucked you are.

You fall asleep on your couch, still in your work clothes.

You wake up to your phone buzzing and the sun in your eyes. You glance at the caller ID, only to find.. Kirsten calling you. Probably to chew you out.

“Hello..?” You answer hesitantly, your head pounding.

“Hey, where are you? You’re usually here an hour ago,” You glance at the time. You’re not late, but you’re chronically early. “Everything okay?”

“Uh,” Then, it hits you.

Kirsten isn’t calling to chew you out. So, that means..

Matt didn’t fire you. He didn’t even tell her.

“Sorry,” You finally answer, “I slept through my alarm, but I’ll be there soon.” You tell her. You two say goodbye, and then, you take a second to breath, then, make a plan.

First, you chug a bottle of water, along with a dosage of ibuprofen. Then, you hop in the shower and change, before grabbing your things and making your into the office. Everyone continues what they’re doing, business as usual. You say nothing to anyone as you settle in. You feel crazy, like you’re not in on some joke.

Then, as you’re shuffling around, Matt appears in the door of his office. He calls your name. You jump, tightening your grip on your chair.

“Can we talk a second?”

“Uh, sure.” Your heartbeat is loud, thumping quickly.

You make it into his office and sit on a chair in front of his desk, as he leans against the desk next to you.

Then, he leans back to the desk and picks something up. Then, he hands it to you—and relief washes over you as you realize it’s a coffee.

You take it.

“Thank you.” You say genuinely, talking a long sip of coffee.

“Two splenda and half n half, right?”

You glance up at him.

“How do you know my coffee order?”

“Despite what you think, I pay attention.” He reveals. You feel silly.

You open your mouth to begin,

“I’m so—”

He holds up a hand, a quiet command to be quiet. Closing your mouth and waiting for him to speak is your first reaction, and you’re not sure how to feel about it.

“I’m sorry.” He breathes in, “I’ve been a dick to you, and last night I took it too far. You were just being kind and you didn’t know.”

“I shouldn’t have tried to push your boundaries,” You offer. He shakes his head.

“I’ve been mean every day since we first met. You don’t deserve that.” He inhales, “I’ve been such a dick because I’ve been.. stuck and stubborn, because the guy on the prayer card.. He was a..” Matt’s jaw clenches and he tilts his head away from you.

You don’t need Matt to finish. His grief, his love for Franklin Nelson, whoever he was, has outlived him. And it radiates off him in this moment.

“Can I ask you a question?” Your voice is quiet. Matt just nods. “And you can’t laugh at me or tell me I’m being an idiot, or—Whatever, you just have to answer.”

Matt’s lips just twinge up, only a bit.

“Mhm?”

A beat.

“..Can I give you a hug?” You wonder, and he just nods, and before his head is able to pick back up, your arms are wrapped around him. You squeeze tightly, and Matt returns your embrace. Your hand gently rubs his back as Matt lets himself be held for the firs time.. in, well, months.

The two of you stay like this for a while, before you pull away. Your hands come up to cup his face, wiping his tears from his face, resisting the urge to pull off his glasses to dry his eyes.

When his tears stall, you finally break the silence.

“Are you gonna be okay if I go back to work? I can stay here if you want me, but—”

“No.” He shakes his head, “Go ahead, go back to work. But, can I tell you a secret?”

“Hm?”

“Now that you’re my new secretary, I’m gonna have to whip you into shape,” He teases.

You pull away, swatting his chest lightly before grabbing your coffee.

“I hate you. Don’t bother me.” You joke back.

“I do really need the case notes on the Jason family and I need to know when my first meeting is,” He says as you walk out the door.

“10 am. I’ll get you the notes in five minutes, tops.”

Matt smiles as he goes back to his seat and begins to search for his headphones.

“Thank you, kid,”

“Oh, I hate that.” You call back.

Matt just laughs.

Yeah, maybe you’ll stick around for a couple more weeks. Just to see.

-

It happens slowly at first.

You’re hesitant to engage with each other, suddenly not used to this.

 His foot nudges against yours under the table at meetings. Sometimes on accident. Most of the time on purpose.

You bring him a breakfast sandwich.

He listens as you cry to him about an annoying witness you were assisting.

He touches your arm. You ignore a familiar, unnamed feeling.

You’re not sure when exactly you start to fall in love with him. But once you do, you find it impossible to stop.

You begin to fall asleep thinking about him whisking you away. Maybe just downtown. Maybe just to his office with the blinds closed and the door locked. Maybe to Scotland, to a castle where the two of you become the finest rulers in the land.

You find yourself just staring at him, and you’re right back to waiting for him like a lost puppy. You suppose there are worse fates than this.

Really, it’s not that bad.

You can just be a hopeless puppy following him around for the rest of your life. That’ll be fine. You tell yourself you’ll be fine.

Just ignore the way your stomach turns as Kirsten talks near your desk, just yapping about a date she went on, and then, out of nowhere, she asks,

“So what’re you looking for?”

“Huh?” You wonder, not fully paying attention.

“If you could go on a date with the perfect person, what would they be like?”

Your reaction is instantaneous. It’s instinctual. It’s incriminating.

Your head picks up, and your eyes lock onto Matt from across the office. He’s just shuffling through some old documents, but the way he focuses so intensely, a smile creeps up on your face before you can stop it.

When you realize what you’ve done, your eyes go wide, and you realize that Kirsten has followed your eyeline.

She starts to laugh.

“I knew it!”

“No, no! Kirsten,” You say, your voice now wobbly, “Kirsten, listen, you cannot say anything, you don’t know anything, just—” You’re panicking, because if Kirsten has found you out, your secret is no longer safe. “Don’t.”

“Don’t what? Don’t tell Matt you—”

“Shhhut up!” You whine, your hands covering your face. Fuck, fuck, fuck!

You’re so fucked.

Why do you keep thinking that in this office?

“Why? What would be so bad about—”

“I swear to god,”

“You won’t even let me say it out loud!” She laughs, and you feel pathetic.

“No, I won’t!”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m just going to ignore it.”

“What?! Why?!”

“Because he has spent the past couple of months being mean to me and we’re only now starting to be nice to each other, I highly doubt he wants anything to do with me.”

“You know there’s this old saying,”

“I’m so sick of this conversation.” You grumble as you stand, gathering your things, and placing the list of Matt’s meetings on the top of it, preparing to make your way to his office.

“You’ll never know unless you try.” She finishes. You look to her. Then, you glance back to Matt.

“Just promise me you won’t say anything.”

“Promise me you will.”

You don’t respond, but you do knock on Matt’s door before you enter. Despite his apology and the relationship you’ve been developing, his words still ring in your head—Don’t come into his office without permission.

He answers, so you go in, and immediately, something in you relaxes.

“Hey, sweetheart,” You pretend he’s being more than friendly, “What’s up?”

“Uh,” You breath out, “I got your meeting schedule.” You offer him, and he smiles.

“Thanks. Did you get my email about the expert witness for the Doyle trial?”

“Yeah, I did. I’ll keep an eye out for a follow up. Don’t forget, it’s that intern, Sarah’s birthday, so say happy birthday.” You remind.

“Oh, right. Sarah.. She’s.. the one with the crush on me? She giggles every time I enter a room?”

You furrow your eyebrows.

“Yeah, I guess she does have a bit of a crush on you. Are you.. going to do anything about that?” You ask, as if you’re not brimming with jealousy.

He laughs.

“No, no. Date a coworker? It would get.. messy.” He blushes like he speaks from experience.

“Oh.” You attempt to hide your disappointment. You don’t do a very good job. “Okay, let me know if you need anything.” You smile weakly and turn to leave.

You stop in the doorway. You turn back to him.

“You would date me though, right?”

His head picks up immediately. He smiles a bit.

“What exactly are you asking me?”

“I’m your coworker, sure, but.. you’d date me, right?” You wonder.

His grin widens.

“Are you asking me out on a date?” He wonders, and gets up from his spot at his desk, taking a few steps towards you. You meet him in the middle, your hands coming out to smooth his tie.

“Do you want me to be asking you on a date?”

“As long as it’s not out to Chinese, I just had that last night.” He responds, and you roll your eyes with affection.

“Italian?”

“Overrated for a first date.”

“French?”

“No, I’m Irish, actually.”

“Oh my god, Matthew.”

“Okay, okay. Thai?”

“Perfect.” Of course, You don’t care where you get dinner. You just want to get dinner with him.

And you almost kiss him, right then and there, but you tell yourself that in front of all your coworkers? In this office with these giant offices?

“Let’s go right after work. We can leave together, around six?” He asks, and you can’t help but smile.

“Perfect.” You repeat.

-

By five forty-five, your last coworker to leave heads out, leaving just you and Matthew waiting for six. At five fifty, you pull your jacket on.

At five fifty-three, Matt comes out of his office, and smiles to you.

“Ready to go?”

“Ready.” You smile, and Matt holds out his arm, quietly asking you to guide him. You happily take it, and begin to ask, “Thai, right? Could I toss in sushi as an option or—”

You don’t get to finish your sentence, because Matt leans his case next to your desk, before cupping your face with his free hand, and pressing his lips against yours, finally doing what he had been craving for months.

You tense at first, then you melt into the kiss, your hands wrapping around his tie before pulling him closer. It comes naturally to you, and you’re beginning to wonder why you waited so long to do this.

He deepens the kiss and for a moment before pulling away, his lips brushing against yours.

“Do you know how badly I want to skip dinner and take you right back to my apartment?”

“Why don’t you?”

“Because you’re the best thing that’s happened to me in months, I don’t.. I don’t want to ruin it. I don’t want to even risk it..” he confesses, “So I want to take you out to a nice dinner, kiss you until you’re unable to think.. Then take you back to my apartment.”

You breath out deeply.

“One more kiss, and then we’ll go,”

Matt answers by kissing you again, his hands going to gently nudge you against your desk, unable to stop kissing you.

But, he hears no objections from you.

[westanleovaldito]

Shy Early season spencer x shy reader

Maybe they run into each other at like a library and he's sharing a 'fun' fact to someone who's totally uninterested but she overhears and is actually really interested so musters up the courage to approach the cute little nerd

Idk sorry if this isn't what you're looking for!

Me when I get to write about my pretty boy and share my work with others

(Unrelated but i typed this with bandaids on my thumbs bc i pick at my fingers. There's probably lots of errors)

It was a quiet day as you strolled your aisles of books, happy to call the library home. You worked there, but even spent a lot of your time there anyways.

You exhaled deeply, a small smile on your face as you wandered into the classic literature section to see if the copy of Frankenstein was available yet.

"She actually kept her lovers heart in a jar in her desk-" you recognized the fact instantly, being about Marry Shelley, who kept the remains of her late husband, Percy Shelley. "The heart was actually kept, surprisingly, intact for a very long time!"

You rounded the corner and found a skinny, lanky man with pretty hair slicked back, and glasses with basic black frames. He sat cross legged on the floor and spoke passionately to a blonde woman who seemed disinterested.

"Spence, not everyone cares." She spoke in a motherly tone, tired but soft.

The man shut his mouth and nodded, a soft flustered air crept into his demeanor as she left.

Before you could tell yourself it wasn't your place, you spoke. "That was rude!" You muttered, coming up next to him to straighten the shelves.

He glanced between you and the book in his lap, frowning softly. "I-I'm used to it."

"You shouldn't be 'used to' being interrupted like that." You said in defense of him. Your fingers grazed the spine of Frankenstein, but not the version you wanted. It was then that a spot in the books caught your eye, and you looked down to the man.

"What'cha readin'?"

He seemed caught off gaurd by the question, fiddling with the sleeve of his sweater as he met your gaze. "Oh! The first edition of The Modern Day Prometheus- it's most commonly referred to as-"

"Frankenstein!" You finished for him, beaming. "I've been looking for that for weeks! It's got a hold on it- there's a wait that was like- a year long when I first started working here!"

The man seemed to share you excitement as he nodded. "I- I don't mean to cut the line then- It's related to a murder case I'm working on- but I'm happy to read it!"

You paused, tilting your head. "Do you need help finding anything else?" You gestured to the very back corner of the library with a kind smile. "We have the public records over there if it helps?"

"No, this should be fine- but thank you!"

Both you and the man smiled and nodded at eachother, before he continued reading and you continued straightening the shelves.

His finger brushed over the page quickly, flipping said page every few seconds. Was he skimming? Had he read it before? Was he looking for a specific part?

"Is something wrong?" He asked without looking up. "You keep glancing to me."

The question gnawed at you lip until you got the guts to ask; "are you really reading that fast?"

He nodded absently. "I can read 20,000 words per minute." The sound of a page flipping echoed between you two.

You blinked at him, afraid to sound stupid. "So... how many words do people usually read per minute?"

He hummed, looking up as he tilted his head. His focus landed on you again. "Around 200 or 300- but after that comprehension rates start dropping."

"Theres gotta be a word for that." You muttered, taking a book off the shelf and placing it in its home. "...hyperlexia?"

He looked up like he was checking every mental file he had, before nodding. "Sounds about right." He agreed as he closed the book and stood.

"Here." He said, extending the book to you with a smile. "Have a nice day. Staay safe."

When his back turned, you frowned, holding the hardcover to your chest. With a deep breath, you set the books down and darted for the nearest stack of sticky notes.

"Wait!" You called out to him, scribbling down digits. You looked up, about to sprint to catch up, when you saw him smiling as he walked backwards.

"Check inside the book!" He suggested with a slightly raised voice.

Stunned, you found yourself opening the cover to find a notecard with roman numerals in messy scrawling.

'P.S. my name is Spencer Reid :)'

[b14augrana]

Close By Me

When your team finds out about your upcoming departure from Barça to play for Lyon, your relationship with your captain takes a turn

Alexia Putellas x teen!reader

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Warnings: angst, kinda mean ale but theres a happy ending

A/N: cute and short one for ya. i really like this for some reason 🥲 i hope you do too!! ‘nobody gets me’ + ‘white ferrari’ in my head while i wrote this 🫶🏼

“You’re what?” Alexia almost yelled, her eyes bulging in shock.

The others stood around her with hands on their mouths, and the frown on Aitana’s face made your heart ache.

“I’m.. leaving, to play in Lyon,” you mumbled. You didn’t want to cry in front of all your teammates, but your lip quivered and before you knew it, there was a steady flow of tears going down your cheeks.

Your shoulders shook with every sob, but you were shrouded in warmth from the tight hugs of your teammates as they ran up to you. Aitana’s arms were wrapped around you, and you could smell Patri’s perfume and feel Frido’s fingers combing through your hair.

But there was something missing. Someone missing.

When you peeked through a gap in the hug, you could see Alexia standing dormant behind you all, her gaze fixed on the group with an unreadable expression.. one that looked similar to disappointment.

Trainings were different since then. Your favourite part used to be passing with Alexia and playing keepie-uppie tennis, but there was a tense energy that followed her as you walked up to her, a ball in your hands and a hopeful smile on your face asking to be partners.

You guys didn’t play keepie-uppie tennis. You did regular one-touch passes instead, which wasn’t nearly as fun and it started to feel like a competition as Alexia kicked the ball harder and harder every time until it got out of control and hit your calf with a loud slap.

You frowned deeply, rubbing your calf to soothe the reddening skin as Alexia walked towards you. At first, you thought she was going to help you, but instead she flicked the ball up into her hands and walked away.

You had never seen her be so cold, let alone be on the receiving end of her dull behaviour. It confused you, because you didn’t do anything wrong to make her act this way.

Her coarse behaviour continued for a week. It varied from scrutinising glances to harsh criticism’s , and you were beginning to realise that this new issue stemmed from the day you had told the team about your departure.

The others were fine. Alexia wasn’t. She was a changed woman ever since that day.

Games were a nightmare. You moved tentatively, scared of making any mistakes in front of Alexia, but that in itself was a mistake because you got berated for your indecisive moves.

She ran over to you, her face crumpled in sheer anger that made you recoil backwards slightly as the string of angry Catalan sentences came spilling out paired with aggressive hand gestures until she finally stormed away, returning to the play.

You felt like a little girl again as you stood stupidly in the middle of the pitch, trying to calm down your shaky lip and prevent any tears from falling in front of a full stadium, but you were overwhelmed with sadness and embarrassment to move. Alexia never yelled at you. She never blamed you for any mistakes.

You thought she understood how it felt to be so young and scared, given all the talks and reassurance she gave you whenever she felt like you weren’t good enough to be playing in the first team. You obviously thought wrong.

“She’s upset, hermanita,” Aitana whispered to you in the locker room after the game, her hand rubbing your back consolingly. “You mean more to her than it seems. You’re like a daughter to her, mi querido, and she isn’t used to loving someone so closely.”

You leaned into her touch, succumbing to her hug. In the locker room, it was just you and Aitana.. and your thoughts.

Back in Alexia’s apartment, there was a tense atmosphere that lingered as she sunk onto her couch, any traces of happiness absent in her face.

She had plans for you at Barcelona. She knew that you could better than her if not the best, and you’d help her crush Lyon and give her club a feel of European glory once again. All those dreams, all her plans, they were ruined.

She felt betrayed, not so much by you, but by her club for not being able to see the potential right in front of their eyes and for letting you go. She didn’t know how to handle losing you, the little girl she watched grow up for years, to the team that she had never been able to beat in her career. It would be harder than ever to try beat them now that you were set to be in their squad.

Alexia wasn’t emotional. She didn’t want anyone to think she felt strongly towards anything except winning, Barça, and winning again. If you were going to play for Lyon, she wanted to make sure you were ready, by making you face the worst side of her to prepare you for playing with the best.

Second best, behind Barça. Obviously.

You had spent your entire Friday night scheming up ways to get back on good terms with Alexia.

That’s how you ended up on her front doorstep, hesitating to ring the doorbell, with your means of mediation in hand.

Before you could weigh up all the possible outcomes, you lurched forward and hit the doorbell. You could hear footsteps inching closer to the door from behind it, and you scrambled to straighten up.

When Alexia opened the door, there you were, big-eyed and scuffing the floor with your shoe nervously.

“Hi Ale,” you started nervously, looking at the ground momentarily before gazing back up at her and sticking your hand out, “I made cookies… double chocolate chip, your favourite.”

You stayed up all night making them to perfection. You kept the slightly burnt or malformed batches for your family to eat and gave her the batch you were most proud of.

She took them from your hands, and the smile on her face made you breathe a silent sigh of relief. She looked at the container, examining the batch of cookies before nodding towards the interior of her home, “Come inside, please.”

You stepped into her apartment, a familiar place that you were sure to miss once you were in France. She gestured for you to sit down as she placed your cookies on the bench, but you stayed standing. The woman turned back around and was surprised to see you still standing until you spoke.

“I don’t want you to be angry at me, Ale. I want to be on your good side because I really love you and being your friend,” you rambled, conveying weeks of rough emotions to her in a minute, “I miss playing keepie-uppie tennis with you and I hope you’ll still care about me when I go to Lyon and–”

You were cut off as you were smothered in a warm, tight hug. The blonde wrapped her arms around you, and when she pulled away, she looked at you with a soft expression.

“I care for you now and I will, forever,” she whispered, moving strands of hair out of your face. Your cheeks went warm, and the feeling of tears emerging in your eyes swallowed you whole, the only difference being what they represented; they weren’t tears of sadness or worry. This time, they were happy tears from finally communicating with Alexia and getting through to the fact that she still loved you.

Her hand reached your shoulder to place a steady grip on it as she spoke once more, her voice low and on the verge of breaking as shown by the slight shakiness to it. “I’m so sorry for how I acted, I just– how am I supposed to let you go, mi todo?”

“Don’t,” you responded, your lips teetering between a smile and a frown.

“You are more than just my captain, Ale, you’re my second mamá. You always will be. It’s impossible to let that go.”

[trikruismybitch]

Never meant...

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader, Implied Natasha Romanoff x Maria Hill

Warnings: kinda cheating, communication? Sad just very sad lots of angst no happy endings

Summary: Natasha's been distant and you just want to know if she's okay

"Whats been going on with you?" Y/n questions softly "You've been acting distant and weird lately, is everything okay my love?" you say as you walk up to Nat touching her arm lovingly

"Yeah baby i'm fine" she gives you a smile but it strained and her tone is dismissive

You internally sigh not wanting to cause any problems but the growing distance between you guys lately has been bothering you

"I know you're not fine Nat" you look into her eyes "I can feel that you aren't 'fine' and honestly lately i've been feeling like we aren't 'fine'." You stop rubbing her arm with your thumb but you stay close still "I don't want this to be a fight but i can tell somethings genuinely wrong and i need you to talk to me about it. I'm here for you, okay baby? Whatever's going on we'll get through this together." You speak in a gentle and understanding tone. You love her so fucking much and it kills you that she's not communicating with you.

Natasha looks at you and you stare back. You start to get a nervous pit in your stomach at the way she's staring at you. Usually theres a softness to the look in her eyes but right now it feels like she's looking right past you and it's unsettling.

"Maria kissed me a month ago," Natasha says. Theres a pause before she admits, "and i liked it. I wanted her."

You take a step back as if you were physically pushed "What?" Your mind starts racing and your hearts starts beating rapidly "What are you trying to say?"

Natasha shakes her head "I pushed her away after a second, i swear! I've felt so guilty about it since it happened...and It took me awhile to admit to myself that I'm attracted to her."

Natasha's eyes pour deeply into your soul. Her unwavering gaze is met by yours, eyes slowly blinking, praying, hoping that this is a cruel dream. Your skin itches, your body feels hot.

"I-i don't know what to say..." You whisper out taking a few steps back leaning on the kitchen counter hands resting behind you "I don't know how to feel right now. I'm confused, do you have feelings for her?"

"No! I don't! I love you." Natasha waves her hands in front of herself "I just think...feel sexually attracted to her? She's funny and she makes me laugh, she's like a breath of fresh air, you know?"

You just stare at her not believing she had the balls to say that to your face, "I need to go." you mumble and start looking around for your keys. Fuck you really wish you were more organized and now its biting you in the ass.

"Y/n, baby" Natasha keeps calling out as you rummage through all the places you might've put your keys. You look at the key hook and zero in on Natasha's car keys. Natasha follows your gaze and rushes to grab the keys before you get there, "Y/n wait! What are you doing? Where are you trying to go?"

You snap "I don't know Natasha!" You yell throwing your hands up and looking around. Your eyes start to burn wanting to cry "I just know that I don't want to be around you right now. I need time to process what you've said and then we can talk okay? So please just hand me the damn keys!" you cry out frustratingly. You hold your hand out for the keys, waiting.

"I want to talk now." Natasha furrows her brows "I came to you wanting to talk this through-"

"You didn't come to me!" You point to your chest "I had to push it out of you Nat! I always do!" You wave your hands around wildly, "Whenever you're upset or somethings bothering you, you become distant and unresponsive to my attempts to engage with you. Then when i ask if you're okay- and big surprise-you lie! I had to push this out of you Natasha!" You shake your head angrily, "So do not say that 'you want to talk this through'" you use air quotes when you say that, "because you NEVER DO! I do! I'm patient and understanding with you...and all you do is lie to me in return!" You sigh out tiredly "So, please respect my wishes and let me leave." You outstretch your arm for the keys

"No, I'm sorry okay" Nat tries to take a step toward you but you shake your head as you drop your hand "I-i've been feeling so guilty about this, thats why i've been distant. I didn't want to admit...I wasn't fully upset about the kiss. And I was so angry at myself for liking it and even if i didn't kiss her back I felt like I betrayed you. I just want to fix this." She's on the verge of tears clutching the keys tightly in her hand. She doesn't want to lose you.

You shake your head, again, and rub your eyes with your hands, "I don't understand how you expect me to fix something, I didn't even know was broken in the first place Natasha" You swallow as you take a deep breathe "You're basically saying you want to fuck someone else because your tired of our relationship, how am I supposed to feel about that? Huh? All this shit is thrown at me, I know we weren't 100% but I thought we were happy, that you were happy with us."

"I love you so fucking much. I love our life together and I would never" she enunciates 'never', "throw it away to sleep with someone else" she speaks vehemently before softening her tone "I'm telling you because I know I need to be honest with you about this. You think I want to feel this way about someone else? You mean the world to me Y/n and I don't want anything to jeopardize that."

You close your eyes. Despite everything she said and how much it hurt you, a part of you understands where she's coming from, and even with everything your heart still burns for her.

You open your eyes and you try to smile but it comes out strained "I know. I love you too...but I can't promise you that what you said isn't going to affect our relationship. I appreciate the transparency but I need time Nat...please give me the keys." You ask politely

Natasha's lip quivers as she slowly gives you the keys "Where will you go?" She questions

"I don't know right now, I'll let you know later." You go to walk past her but she softly grabs your arm when you've become parallel with her.

She gives your cheek a soft kiss, "I love you." she presses her forehead against your right cheek, breathing you in before you leave. You feel her tears fall and your heart pangs sadly in your chest at the women you love, so you briefly lean against her "I love you too" you gently pry your hand from her grasp and then you leave.

Natasha watches you go. She watched as the door is slowly shut. She hears as the roar of her cars engine takes whats left of her heart. She never meant for this to happen. She never meant to hurt you. And she never meant for you to leave.

an: not proofread & this has been in the drafts for awhile. a little something to read while you wait for "Did i cross the line" part 3 👀

[alicentsgf]

Do you think the writers genuinely intended for Jackie and Shauna to be into each other/have more than friends-type feeling for each other, or do you think they saw the chemistry and fan reaction and then revised it to be less subtextual? I just remember in season one some of the actors (ella I think?) and maybe writers saying it wasn't like that, but I wonder if they rewatched season one with new eyes and realised the potential there or something

i think writers lie and actors arent told everything/lie too because sometimes theres stuff an audience isnt meant to know or understand yet and its easier to just deny or omit everything until its plot relevant.

The subtext, especially in the pilot, was not subtle. You do not accidentally do what they did. We were hit over the heads with homoerotic tension and then throughout the show there are constant call backs to moments in the pilot that outline just how homoerotic it really was. All the lingering shots? Shaunas disgusted look at Jeff after he crawled out Jackies window, contrasted with her gazing at Jackie like shes a damn sunset 2 seconds later? Like this is our first ever introduction to Shauna and we are clearly supposed to spend it wondering if Shauna was in love with Jackie (I mean even my 60 year old Catholic mother clocked that shit), so then we can be shocked and think we were wrong when Shauna has sex with Jeff. But there is no way you put that amount of groundwork down just to trick your audience with a pay off thats basically "ha ha you thought she was gay? well actually no! ". like no, that was not the point of it. what it can do however is destablise us. encourage us to keep questioning everything. wondering what the truth of Shauna's feelings are. what her motivations for doing it were. to make us doubt how much shauna cares about jackie, because obviously its counterintuitive that someone would sleep with the boyfriend of someone they genuinely cared about. but then comes the context. the complexity.

Pretty much every scene we get of Jackie and Shauna in the pilot builds the quiet narrative of two girls who love each other deeply but are hiding from each other (and themselves). Jackie doesn't enjoy sex with Jeff. She doesn't say she loves him back. She fiddles sadly with her heart necklace afterwards (aka we are meant to infer Jeff gave it to her). Shauna is annoyed seeing Jeff climb out Jackies window. Jackie exits the house and we get Lingering soft look number 1. Shaunas visibly frustrated that Jackie and Jeff are back together. Jackie pretends everything is fine, she doesnt confide in Shauna about her doubts, instead she talks about losing her virginity with Jeff so they'll be "linked forever". Lingering soft look number 2 (pep rally edition). Then we get Jackie laid on Shaunas bed in a flowery dress in her attic bedroom (probably not a coincidence that jackie later in the same season loses her virginity in a flowery dress on shaunas bedroll in the cabin attic she uses as a bedroom). At the party Shauna stands there drinking and watching Jackie with Jeff half of the night until shes wasted. It gets under her skin so badly (on top of their spat abt Randy) she feels the need to lash out at Tai, starting a fight that Jackie then has to come break up. When they drop Jackie back at her house Shauna tells Jackie she loves her. Jackie doesn't say it back. Lingering look number 3 (dead wife montage slowmo edition). Shauna immediately tells Jeff to pull over and they have sex (Jeff has had Jackie in his arms half the night. Shauna will later in the same season tell Jeff shes turned on by the smell of someone else on him). Shauna begs him to tell her he loves her (because Jackie didnt say it). The next morning Jackie is packing, getting ready to go to nationals (she looks sad. she always looks sad when shes alone). Lingering look number 4 (plane edition). Jackie gives Shauna the necklace (Jeff is a conduit for their feelings for each other always, with the necklace symbolically bookending Jackie and Shaunas story in the pilot; jackie toyed with it morosely after sex with jeff because she doesnt truly want him and it ends the episode around shaunas neck).

All of these things individually don't necessarily mean anything, but all together? Undeniable. You can use the argument that Shauna is jealous of Jackie to make sense of some of it, that shes Jackie's best friend who loves her but is also resentful, and yes it is obviously partly that too which is why it explains bits of it, but it most definitely doesn't explain all of it.

You do not have to go searching for the homoerotic subtext here it was literally waved in our faces. The actors wouldnt have even necessarily had to know about it either, the selection and editing of footage does more heavy lifting than people realise. but either way they would likely deny it even if it was planned and they knew about it. its clearly an overarching element of the series as we're seeing more and more this season. Shaunas the closest thing this show has to a main character, revealing too much too early for literally the most key relationship in that characters life wouldnt do anything except limit the story and open up further questions long before they should be being asked. Not to mention, shauna hides from herself its like her whole thing, so she probably doesn't know even now what her true feelings were, and if she doesnt know then we as the audience shouldnt know either. Its similar in that way to the whole supernatural element. aka they cant know how much of it is real, so we cant know.

This is a very queer story, and I think it always has been. To me its always seemed clear the Jackieshauna of it all was very much deliberate. I've never really questioned that, even if the actors or whoever else has denied it in some way. I've been in fan spaces long enough to know you cant trust a single thing that comes out a writer or actors mouth lmao.

[bravoechoes]

you know the 'if you choose to accept' at the end of the messages, do you think they actually get to reject the missions? do you think there'd be consequences for not accepting?

I think theres a difference between like, pressure that comes from big world-ending stakes and much more personal stakes. Like there’s probably no way of not accepting a mission where the briefing tells Ethan that a nuke is gonna go off in 24 hours unless he stops it. But he also had no choice not to accept the mission in DR because Kittridge was like “ok so someone put a bounty on Ilsa’s head. This is deeply regrettable and of COURSE we don’t know who posted the bounty, but she will definitely die if you don’t do what I say.” I can’t remember if they say this explicitly in DR but it’s either stated or heavily implied that Ethan had refused missions prior to that point, and the bounty on Ilsa was meant to be the final necessary pressure to force him into accepting the next mission. Coupled with the fact that like, Ethan goes off-grid in between missions (they mention in FR that he’s been in hiding for two months, in the beginning of Fallout he’s sleeping in an abandoned building, they also mention it in DR I believe, and of course in MI2: “it wouldn’t be a vacation if I told you where I was going”). So like the only way Ethan seems to be able to ‘refuse’ a mission in any substantial sense is to dodge the offer of one entirely. Which might be an Ethan-specific thing since he feels constantly responsible for the world (so the only way for him to take a break is to avoid hearing about any problems that need solving) or it might be a broader IMF thing in terms of pressuring agents into accepting assignments.

My impression is that “should you choose to accept” was always a cheeky little insurance loop-hole type thing: you get disavowed if things go wrong, and also we didn’t TELL you to do this mission, you were simply given information about a problem and you CHOSE to act on it. The IMF is consistently framed as a problematic offshoot department that needs to be constantly reigned in (in the opening of RN Brandt tells Luther that the IMF is being investigated for misconduct, etc) and doesn’t really fit into post-Cold War US intelligence infrastructure, so I think that context informs the extremely hands-off and distant approach the IMF takes to giving orders to agents as a way of maintaining legitimacy. 

So I think in general you’re meant to understand that Ethan doesn’t really have meaningful choices re: accepting a mission or not, especially when you look at Ilsa as his parallel - she doesn’t even have the illusion of choice, but her and Ethan always end up in the same boat anyway (“we are never free” etc). So i think the ‘choose to accept’ thing is meant to communicate 1) operational discretion on the part of agents, and 2) plausible deniability on the part of the agency, something that is particularly emphasised in the first film

[its-no-biggie]

duuude when are we gonna go insane about washilon together ...

dude i havent watched rvb in ages so i keep forgetting how insane they make me. i posted this almost 2 years ago.......

its honestly infuriating to me that the writers set up this dynamic and did absolutely nothing with it, but part of me is kind of glad they didnt. its like how romance bait is more compelling than an actual canon relationship because you can fill in the gaps for yourself.......

so yeah the version of rvb in my head post-epsilon/wash reunion is about a wash who is deeply traumatized (but refuses to admit it to even himself) coming face to face with his past in a very literal sense, and theyre both trying really hard to convince both themselves and each other that its fine, nothings wrong, its in the past. we're guys, we dont talk about feelings, it wasnt a big deal, haha my memory's so fucked i dont even really remember it. they both know its too big to pretend it didnt happen, so instead it gets brought up with this sense of forced nonchalance which is undeniably worse.

the idea of wash having like. very real physical symptoms just from interacting with epsilon, but pushing through it because he cant let the team down by letting something so small get to him. and epsilon clocking this, feeling guilty and frustrated and also refusing to acknowledge any of it. because they both want to just move on and put it behind them. but they cant.

and also i think it would be fucked up if epsilon was forced into washs head for some reason and they both relived the worst moment of their life :)

but then also, if carolina has epsilon in her head most of the time, how much of this is she directly feeling because epsilon is feeling it....... has she noticed that washs behaviour toward her has changed? theres also the question of how this was handled by pfl (because canon left a lot to be desired there) and what role carolina played in that. did she push him hard after the implantation? can she now see for herself, through both epsilons memories and washs behaviour, just how badly it fucked him up? and then her guilt feeds into epsilons guilt in a nightmarish feedback loop. and all of them are pretending its fine.

and then if you throw tucker into the mix you get tucker trying to replace church with wash and wash trying to forget epsilon with tucker but theyre both doomed to fail because church is Still Here. and then they have a freaky ai threesome- who said that.

like theres truly So Much here i feel like i havent even scratched the surface. what if we went through something unspeakably horrible together and now things will never be the same. im the only one who understands your pain and looking me in the eye makes you relive it all over again. im sorry. i love you. i cant forgive you. i wish things were different. <- but theyre two emotionally stunted grown men dealing with this by being like "hey, uh. so about that time......." "[actively trying not to hyperventilate] its fine. dont worry about it. im totally over it." "[can literally read his vital signs] ......right. cool." IM INSANE.

[omamorens]

Excuse me, I know it’s been a while since fantasy high junior year, but I was wondering if you had any thoughts or head cannons on Adaine and Oisín as academic rivals in senior year?

OH I HAVE LOTS OF THOUGHTS ABOUT THEM the lack of content has not stopped my brainrot (a curse or a blessing…. who can tell) but senior high inkblade thoughts coming right up

Nothing beats forced proximity. Wizard classes are notorious for giving out group tasks to mitigate the stereotype of wizard shut-ins

General student population has not taken kindly to TRG’s return… and they’re still pretty much approached with caution

Not TBK though. they dont gaf bout these kids

Especially not Adaine.

So if she happens to be paired/grouped with Oisin Hakinvar for a lot of the projects, she just learns to work with him in relative peace.

“Peace” being doing most of the work herself because duh. Who else can do anything better than she does?

But Adaine’s idea of “peace” hurts Oisin’s draconian sense of pride.

The second time it happens, Oisin finally gets the sense to tell her to knock out of it and include him in the work.

“Why? You’re already getting a free pass because of me. Just say your thanks and take it.”

“This free pass is gonna bite me in the ass.”

“You think I’ll snitch?”

“I just don’t like owing you anything.”

Their argument quickly escalates until the threats of violence have reached their wizard teacher’s radar.

Which was perfect. Now Adaine can actually complain and have her partner changed without whining or sounding like she was being difficult.

Too bad for her…

“I can’t do that, Miss Abernant. Mr. Hakinvar is the only one with comparable capabilities as you that if anyone else were paired with you, it would almost be like handing them a free pass.”

There was a compliment there somewhere but Adaine cannot be bothered to dig for it. Not when she was being compared to Oisin Hakinvar of all people.

In the end, Adaine didn’t get a change of partner and was left to deal with Oisin on her own.

Surprisingly, he was not that difficult to deal with. Misgivings aside, Oisin had common sense and worked on his parts well enough that Adaine had no problem with their output.

Doesn’t mean she won’t complain though.

This rivalry was a battle of wits mostly— who could create the most efficient spell? who could cast more practically? who wrote glyphs more intricately?

Wizard classes were also deeply twined together that it was hard not so be in the same class despite having different wizarding schools.

Which also presented arguments in theory and the nature of magic as they see and interact with it in their perspective.

In short, Oisin Hakinvar was a fucking challenge.

When you’re Adaine Abernant, you’re used to being the smartest person in the room.

Sure her friends were smart in their own ways too (Riz was inquisitively smart, Gorgug practically smart, and all her other friends were brilliantly talented), but all of them mostly did not care to have the scholarly aptitude and arcane awareness to actually challenge Adaine.

And honestly? Being the smartest person in the room was kind of dull.

Oisin just had to exist and change that, and now Adaine is both challenged, uncharistically motivated, and driven to come out as the better wizard.

Being the Elven Oracle does not matter when your opponent is an annoying dragonborn who only had comparable capabilities as you do after he killed some rats—

It was infuriating, honestly insulting, and most of all untrue.

Adaine will just have to prove it to everyone when she eventually graduates top of the wizarding class.

That will happen after she tackles the mysteries surrounding her senior year first because Of Course something had to go wrong and it was up to the Bad Kids to actually do anything about it.

No, she will not be distracted by this. She can solve a mystery AND be academically competent. Who do you take her for?

Oisin will have to pry the top spot from her cold, dead hands—

in my head, theres another pov of this from oisin’s perspective but this has gotten too long and i have uni to tackle first. i hope you enjoyed this hcs because i truly have daydreamed inkblade senior year in its full glory in my head at this point.

[entering--hyperspace]

Okay so Imagine youre a Legion charr right. You feel deeply in your soul you were born with gentle hands, yet you are made to be a soldier and take orders. You cannot bring yourself to take lives, you have too much love for life, too much respect for the dead, you spent your entire life never moving up in ranking due to this, it goes against everything you were taught and made to believe. Imagine you crave a life where you can feel the sun on your fur as you live a life of peace, where you can settle down with a loved one and watch your children grow. This will never happen, your legion doesnt allow this to happen. Yet in some good turn of fate, you start crawling up in society, a chance meeting, you hold fast to your beliefs and your life takes you across the world. On your journey youre told you were chosen to be the champion of an unborn champion. Chosen? You would think it should be the pact commander chosen, right? You did not have the same glory, maybe someone else, in comparison you have very little to your name. But no, its you. Okay.

So time goes on, eventually this egg is ready to hatch, and its only just before do you truly understand what this means. You have to raise her, you have to teach her right from wrong, good and evil, everything in between. She has to know how to protect herself, she has to trust you. Trust. You remember every detail of her hatching, you remember you knew who she was as if the thought had been with you your entire life. Theres a tiny voice in your head that asks, is this what being a parent is? And then you panic. You always wanted this, but over the years your gentle hands became calloused from war and conflict. You never knew your own parents, you were never expect to become one, battle and experiences raises your kind, not the joyous smiles of a mother or father, not their encouraging words and safety. And another thing. She is a dragon, the fate of the world depends on this, your ability to guide her correctly youre told. She hatches and the weight of what that means melts away in an instant. She looks at you and your world shifts, you see her take in the world for the first time, you see her look to you as if her trust in you was something she was born with. You catch her when she falls, you hold her as she sleeps. You think to yourself, you don't know if you could be a champion to a dragon, but in that moment youre certain, more certain than you've been about anything youre entire life...you could be her father.

[salvatoraesmoved]

headcanon : stefan & his ripper gene.

for so long, stefan always thought that something was wrong with him because of his bloodlust problem. he always thought that it was just his hunger that he couldn't control. he he didn't know at the time how bad it would eventually get. nor did he think it was an actual problem that could be fixed or helped.

seeing as it's pretty rare to come across someone else who has a bloodlust issue like he does, stefan thought it was only him. he thought that being a ripper & losing control whenever he feeds on human blood was something only he dealt with. it's something that's so deeply routed inside of him he can't imagine anyone else dealing with it. & even if theres others out there, he wouldn't know it. but he doesn't wish this sickness on any other vampires.

it was so bad that he earned a title for it, the ripper of monterey. he was heard about everywhere, by everyone. he was known as the ripper who tore through villages. stefan didn't even call himself a ripper until the word was made for him. since then, the word ripper was known.

once stefan found out his mom was actually alive & a vampire herself ... she told him that he's a ripper because of her. he found out it's a gene that was passed down to him but skipped over damon.

he's had an insane amount of guilt for over five centuries all because of himself & all the people he's killed. he writes every single name down, remembers them all. it doesn't matter how long ago it's been, he will remember his victims. he started writing down names in a secret wall in his old apartment in chicago & once he moved, he started to write the names down in a notebook.

when stefan feeds on humans, he blacks out to the point where he doesn't usually remember what he's done until after. every time he feeds on humans, he drinks them dry to the point where their heads literally come off due to the pressure on their necks. once he realizes the person ( or people ) is dead, he feels so guilty about it ( unless his humanity is off, but that's a different story ) that he morbidly sets them back up. he puts their heads back on their bodies & sits them down to make it seem like they're still alive.

there's much more i can say about ripper stefan but it would be book length so i'll cut it here for now, which is still pretty long lol. if you read this, bless your heart.

[saiintvalentiine]

hey. hey saiint. do you remember your post abt watchers from like, a day ago. how they could take an 'empty' clone and use it as a vessel or whatever. so. two things abt that.

a) the idea of watchers in kww collab Fascinates me deeply and now theres an au in the back of my head where wato becomes a watcher. its fascinating. dont mind me i think about watchers too much okay

b) do you. have you considered voidfies.

this ominous fucker that wato got the mask from. completely void, has the texturing of wifies skin and the omz mask, shows up in a couple of the kww collab videos? have you thought abt them? bcs. idk i think this could be relevant to the idea of watchers or well distant gods or whatever. bcs look !! empty ominous weird guy who is prolly A Wifies is right here !!!!!

JUST THOUGHT IT MIGHT BE A FUN IDEA !!! idk pls ignore this if i said anth wrong lmao

welcome welcome lime !!! all kinds of fun ideas r always welcome in my inbox never worry !!! I luv yapping 💜💙 The post in question for those who don't know: watchers using clonefies as a puppet/vessel!

Oh Voidfies my deeply belothed. Love hate relationship with that wretched thing. What is it. What does it do. Why is it in my house. Wato got the mask from it, but it also seemingly took the mask back as well, and then seemingly did this several times ? As in how was Wato functioning seemingly normally when not in the Evilfies server, normally enough that Ken asks them for the IP and doesn't sense anything wrong with her? Idk if that makes sense. gyaru peace sign this will haunt me forever and that's why all I write is post canon.

There's two ways I'm imagining Voidfies in this au now that we're talking abt it: one is that it is straight up just a puppet/vessel that's even further stripped down, and depending on your take on the Omz mask, the mask is either what helps the watchers control it, or the Omz mask is parasitic in some way and isn't of watcher origins.

Another take on it that I'm really enjoying is the idea that 1, the clones are at least partially made of void magic, and 2 the Omz mask may have started as a watcher tool but something broke/severed it's connection and now it's basically a rogue entity. So what if, in the absence of a proper vessel, the Omz mask. . . picks the other clones for parts, so to speak, and created Voidfies out of the void imbued within them, which I mentioned here just really briefly in the end. It'd be a body that wouldn't fight back or have much sentience, the mask could do whatever. Without it's main source of power, I wonder what the mask does to keep itself alive. . . ?

so many fun thoughts here to think of........... i hope this was interesting ! Dunno if this is where you thought it'd go djfhgkdjhfg

[areallivegirl7]

a mission of liberation. 1995. part four.

Pairing: Winter Soldier x Red Guardian

Warnings: cussin'

Summary: Four years after meeting the Winter Soldier, Alexi Shostakov finds himself face to face with the man he once knew. SHIELD assigns him the mission to find and liberate him.

Word Count: 2k

notes: i have a hell of a headache rn. sorry for the late update i finally plotted it out better so. there's gonna be 12 parts so theres only eight left i'll probably only update once a week cuz it takes me two days to write one chapter.

but you guys are in for a treat let me tell you this plot is fully realized now!!! i started off having no clue in the fuckin world where i was going with this but now i do and it's not half bad.

┌── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──┐

“You look… tired.” 

He fucking was. Even dodgeball couldn’t ignite the familiar fire in his bones like it usually did, which made for a very unusual sight. An Alexei that looked dropped from the sky,  ran over by a truck and hunted for sport, only five days after the superintendent had last seen him. 

“Is your mom okay?” she asked, her question genuine, but her voice was flatter than wednesday addams.  

Alexei looked shocked for a moment at the question, picking up a donut.“My mother died many many years ago, why do you ask? Do you think this has something to do with her?” He asked in return, cocking his head slightly toward her as a stray hair fell in front of his face.

“Um, because you said you went upstate to be with her because she was sick? Did you… lie?” she shot back, her posture squaring slightly, the light of the teacher’s lounge twitching ever so slightly. 

She was probably some sort of vampire. “Um, no, I was just doing something else that is not socially acceptable…? But acceptable for a teacher?” He tried, still struggling to keep his eyes open. 

“Vegas?” she asked, pouring coffee, seemingly uncaring about the fact that he lied despite her usual uptight and strict attitude. 

“Yes, with my mom,” he answered. 

The Superintendent sipped her coffee silently as she stared deeply into his soul through her oval glasses, waiting for Alexei to realize his mistake. Instead, he closed his eyes and silently chomped down a strawberry donut, the icing flaking away and onto the ground. 

She sighed. “You said she was dead.” 

His eyes shot open. “I have two moms. I must ask- what is your name?” 

“I’m Taylor- and even though I particularly like the lie- it is, as previously mentioned, a very, very unlikely lie, trust me, I would know,” she sighed once more, slamming down her coffee cup. 

“You fancy the ladies?” Alexei asked. 

“Don’t change the subject- where were you this weekend? Because you should know that drinking and partying and such in public is a disgrace to the school system and endangers our children and our reputation we all try very hard to uphold?” 

“I was with… someone… special-” which, wasn’t a lie. 

Howard Stark had taken on the request, and the plan had taken place the night before. Alexei stayed out all night camped by the location staged for the coup- waiting for The Winter Soldier to arrive- he never did. Which meant that he’d have to do this every single night for who knows how long. Or until Howard Stark decides he doesn’t have time for this. 

The latter seems unlikely, because everyone knows he’s hiding something about The Winter Soldier. It didn’t seem wrong- he just seemed suspiciously adamant about freeing him as Alexei did. Which awakened some strange feelings that he himself wasn't aware that he could have. 

Jealousy. 

“Boyfriend?” Taylor asked in her usual monotone voice. 

“What? Boyfriend-” Alexei stuttered, his face flushing with red in a way that made him want to choke someone, maybe himself- “I don’t have boyfriend, I like женщины, they are very beautiful and I could never see myself with someone brutish and rugged and… мужчина…” He rambled for so long, he didn’t even realize he was speaking a few russian words. 

“Okay,” she answered, unchanged by Alexei’s embarrassing display, which made him feel silly, especially after she simply took her coffee and her strawberry donut and walked out without another word- nothing. Not even an “I know your secret and you are doomed!”

Which was fine, but it left him feeling like he’d been figured out somehow, a lot more than the threat would have. “I hope you have a good day!” 

He waited around the room awkwardly before checking his watch and realizing it was time to say goodbye to the kids he had grown so fond of the past year. They were his first class at this school, and even though he often got their names wrong- he knew he’d miss them. 

Most importantly, he hoped he would have infinitely more classes to teach, infinitely more kids to meet and inspire, and infinitely more years to continue his beloved job. But the double life wasn’t easy- there was always a possibility of an unmasking or someone figuring it out, then his life would really be over. 

But that was just Alexei overthinking again. 

After a bittersweet last dodgeball game, one Alexei savored every minute of- even when they started to gang up on him and pelted him all at once with the surprisingly hard balls. With a tear in his eye, he sent them off. “Be good for your mothers! Be resilient and challenge your fathers! And never give up on your dreams!” 

And that was it. He was now out for the summer. 

Unfortunately, before the mission that night, which had been the same for the past four nights;  sit just a few miles outside of a random warehouse set up with about twenty Agents and wait for the Winter Soldier to attack, Alexei didn’t get in his usual nap. 

The plan should’ve worked by now. What was he missing? 

“Red Guardian- always nice to see you,” Howard greeted, holding out his hand- “For the forth night in a row…” He grumbled under his breath, trying to cover it up by clearing his throat afterwards. The old man was a grumpy one. 

“I truly apologize for the hassle… You being there is essential to drawing him i…” Alexei started, tiredness seeping its way into his brain as he struggled to coherently form all the words he wanted to say. Thank him? Explain it to him for the 100th time? Apologize again? Stop talking? 

Howard left him no time to decide. “Listen, I understand that, but I think this is wasting time. There’s got to be a more efficient way. Can we please step back and think about this?? Do you really think that having me get in a car and drive to a random warehouse every fuckin night is gonna draw in this ghost?” 

Alexei pulled in an exhausted breath. “It’s the best shot we had.”

“Well it’s a really shitty shot, you know that? If this doesn’t work tonight, then I’m done and I’m doing it myself, you got that? Where’s your manager… or agent… I don’t really know how superheroes work and frankly, I don’t give a fuck.” 

The conversation definitely contrasted with the ones he usually had with his colleagues at school. “I don’t have one… but if I did, it would be Bill Foster. He is not here right now.” 

He furrowed his eyebrows between his nose. “That’s just my luck,” Howard spat, turning on the tips of his heels and straight for his car, which was parked under the garage, reared and ready to go its possible final round. 

This was Alexei’s first real mission, and arguably his most important… Especially after his recurring dreams that perhaps were metaphors of sorts… Howard Stark’s threats shot him just below the heart- and he feared that if tonight didn’t work out, then his quitting might aim a little higher. 

Hours later, Alexei was sitting as usual by his post, only 4 quarters of a mile outside the warehouse, fighting the sleep that tugged and pulled at his consciousness to dive deeper into the alluring darkness that he did  so dearly miss. 

It was harder to resist since Alexei knew what sleeping always entailed these days. Dreams. And those dreams contained the filthiest, dirtiest, and overall nastiest things that would keep him red in the face for hours after. But he knew it was probably a metaphor, right? Subconsciously? 

Or not. Would he be okay if it wasn’t? 

A hand fell on his shoulder before he’d realized he’d fallen asleep and had no clue how long for. 

“Alexei! Were you sleeping?” Bill Foster accused, practically shouting as he stumbled to his feet, his head nearly falling backwards as he struggled to understand where he was and what he was doing, but it was too late. He was caught.

The long, overflowing lectures that entailed after that were very deserved, as Alexei thought. He could believe that he’d fallen asleep, but more importantly, he couldn’t believe that they’d already failed his last shot to find his long lost best friend. 

“-And extremely unprofessional. I am disappointed in you Alexei. I trusted you with this mission, and I know you wanted to succeed, so I just can’t fathom that you would be so careless!” Peggy trailed on, her red painted fingernails caressing her forehead. 

“I am sorry- I haven’t been getting very good sleep- I’ve been quite stressed between the coaching and the top secret important mission and the… well, um-” Alexei paused, deciding to exclude the dreams he’d been having ever since he was first appointed to the mission. “It is like a negative reaction.” His helmet hair bounced as he paced the room. 

Peggy looked at him with her signature exhausted face. Alexei had been looked at that way too often these days- by fellow teachers, fellow Agents, Howard Stark especially, and even by the kids he coached. He was tired of it. 

“Alexei, I need you to understand this. We have given you this opportunity freely because we know that you are good person, and not only that, but you have a heart for people. That’s why I knew you’d be perfect for this job- you don’t see a killer, you see a person. I will keep you on this project… but you must have it finished by the time you begin coaching again. If not, you will be terminated from participating.” 

“Terminated? But I was the first-!” 

Peggy shook her head. “I know. And I’m sorry. But you may have to choose, as sad as it makes me to propose, I have no other choice. I’m losing a good agent here. Alright?” 

Alexei thought for a second, crossing his arms over his red suit, resisting the urge to bite at his fingernails like he used to when he was a boy. “But what about Howard Stark? He quit last night- me and my team have no other ideas, he is a cold case. He is a ghost. It is hard to track a ghost, you know? And I only have three months to do it!” He froze. 

This could be his chance to prove he wasn’t a big dumbass oaf everyone always thought he was. They might respect him… if he found him, and maybe even fixed him within three months? They’d never look at him with exhaustion again. “Only three months, eh?” 

Peggy shook her head. “You only have three months. Your team has all the time in the world.” 

Well, he wasn’t going to use  his team. He was going to do it himself.  

“Yes ma’am,” he said finally. “I will not let you down… again.” Alexei turned and walked out, waving ever so slightly before he walked out of her office. 

He had formulated his plan in his head- barely- as he walked through the halls to say his final goodnights to Bill and Sandra, who were doing paperwork in her office. He was just on his way out when he was stopped by Jackie, who looked more peeved than usual. 

“What are you doing?” she asked, following alongside him, trying to keep up with his pace of determination, her blonde ponytail bouncing up and down. “You’re supposed to go home.” 

“I’m not going home yet. I am saying goodnight to my friends and then going back to West Street,” Alexei admitted. “And you cannot stop me because I know what I am doing, and that seems to be more than you.” 

“You can’t go back there,” she said. 

“Why not?” 

“Because we aren’t allowed, Alexei. Go home and be a good Agent for once,” she ordered, making a few other Agents around them turn their heads in curiosity. 

Little did she know her words only fueled him to take control even more. It was time to prove them all wrong- even if it was just a small act of defiance that probably wouldn’t result in much. 

He didn’t answer. He simply kept his strut.

An hour later, he was proved to be very mistaken. His small act of defiance led him face to face once again with The Winter Soldier.

[turnin9pag3]

sigh.

i think im a james potter kinnie in the most shameful way possible because yes i relate to being social and having lots of friends but more than that i relate to feeling like you’re constantly doing either too much or not enough and people lose interest in me and i feel like shit because what did i fuck up but then i go and loose interest when i know its not that persons fault i just cant help myself but to hate everyone because i hate myself. and like james im too loud all the time so much so that when i finally decide to be quiet i have people shoving their concerns down my throat and i dont know how to appreciate it when all i want is to be left alone. lately ive been feeling like there something misplaced in me because all i want is to spend my last week of school with my friends and be happy and enjoy my time but all i can think about is i dont want to be here and i dont want to be touched and i dont want to see these people because these people keep talking and my head hurts and my eyes hurt and im feeling dizzy and none of this looks real anymore and im not sure what to do with myself anymore. and i would hate to hurt their feelings because its truly not their fault but like i said theres something wrong with me. i think im just a rotten soul and im fucked up in way unknown to most. as james would, i feel judged after everything i say and i feel ridiculed for every decision i make and i feel like they dont want to listen to me at all they just keep me around to have someone for themselves and a part of me knows thats not true but the larger part of me wont let me fully believe that. and i feel like james in the way i dont know how to do anything casually and i love with my entire soul but i hate with my entire soul too and when im in something im fully in. and its such a fault to have because i like people more than people like me all i just end up hurting myself because as much as i tell myself im not i think i still like that one guy from august and my miss my best friend when i cant call her that anymore and the girl ive known since 2nd grade is barley answering my texts and summer is coming i feel like everyone is going to forget about me and what if i forget about everyone and i dont want to be forgotten. and i feel like james because i feel overbearing when i ask to hang out with people and annoying. and i feel like im being made fun of every time i speak and i have to pretend that it doesnt bother me but it does. and im like james because all i want is someone to talk to and thatll listen to me but i know how hard it is to stay attentive when i talk because i talk so much about stuff no one cares about and i try to hide it but it hurts more than id like to admit because everyone cares about what they have to say and i sit and i listen but when i talk they leave the room or change the topic or turn up the music or outright tell me they dont care. joke or not it hurts. like james i spent most of my childhood being told im too loud or too intense or talk too much or too chaotic or too dramatic or talk too fast and like james i think no matter how much confidence i fein in my teen years ill never grow away from the 6 year old girl that everyone called a psycho because she had emotions too big that she didnt know how to deal with yet and they wernt her fault. it wasnt her fault she got her dads anger issues and tendencies to scream or her mothers ability to feel everything twice as strong as she should. and now im 15 and its still not my fault but ive suppressed it so far im not 100% sure how to feel that deeply anymore.

[tenaciouschronicler]

May 16 and 19-20 2025 2010

If I had better art skills I would definitely draw one of these kids as the Pepe Silva meme to use everytime something crazy happens. This is a long one (13.5 notes app pages!) so enjoy.

Dave v. Davesprite

Hmm this dynamic between Rose, Dave and Davesprite is so interesting to me. (I find alot of interactions interesting dont I?) Davesprite hops in to give his two cents on the whole journal burning situation. Its one of those changes thats come about because of his return and confirms Rose has at least some knowledge of what he went through, though the extent isnt known. Of course Dave is having none of this. Just reading it at face value sounds like hes really annoyed at being left out of the loop. And he probably is, just not as deeply as Im probably ascribing. Rose already has mysterious gods speaking knowledge to her, now shes talking to alt!timeline him about them but he knows what shes talking about. I think it rubs him the wrong way, like hes being discarded or ignored, but hes not sure why.

Its fascinating seeing both Daves talking to Rose and realizing how important she is is to them. Out of all the kids, Dave lets his gaurd down around Rose the most. He clearly trusts her alot. Dave is weirded out by her trust in the gods and her trust in Davesprite. Yeah its him, but its also not, and now that hes a sprite Daves even less inclined to see Davesprite as his own person. Davesprite on the other hand is searching for his Rose. Him asking if Rose remembers the future almost feels laced with anticipation. Like hes hoping he hasnt gone back and lost Everything.

John is a great example to see the opposite of these interactions. Hes insistent that Davesprite isnt the 'real' Dave. Its a Dave sure but to the same extent that Nannasprite is Nanna. In that regard, John doesnt even know his Nanna which causes further disconnect. Nannasprite is as much a game creation as everything else in his eyes. He may grow fonder of her as an adult figure in this chaos but theres no feelings. That initial idea hasnt gone away and while Davesprite looks and acts like Dave, as far as Johns aware he isnt and wont be. And Im sure in the same way he doesnt undertand with Rose, Dave feels happy about this.

Incensed, Dave goes upstairs to talk with Davesprite. Bad idea as we see Draconian Dignitary climb through Daves window. Dave and Davesprite go back and forth about how absolutely safe and secure that journal is. Its kinda funny to me because of much Dave wants to brag about this but of course no one else is around or knows what he did so what better way than bragging to himself. One thing that I love about Davesprites existence is how it lets us get insight into what is going on in Daves head. He really just be having these dialogues with himself (bro same). After the back and forth to get the self praise out of the way, Dave goes back down to burn the book but of course its long gone. I told you Dave, you cant be tempting the universe like that.

He tries going back in time to avoid the fiasco but only ends up with a dead version of himself. Now, the way this reads is a little confusing. When Dave comes in we only get a zoomed in shot by the toilet so we dont know if the body was already there or if it manifested after he had the idea of going back. I think the latter is the more likely option because Dave has no knowledge of these events so theres yet another offshoot here in the timeline. Hes very nonchalant about the corpse which is a whole thing in itself. It shows at the very least a facade of detatchment that reinforces how he sees himself as the only real Dave. On the other hand, hes gotta be freaking at least a little right? He cant be compartmentalizing that hard can he? At the least he uses Jades comfort as a way to rationalize getting rid of the body. As it falls to the lava below, we see DD? underneath the apartment. Hopefully he just leaves without further incident.

John, Junior Ectobiologist

We return to John whos starting to use the new control panel. This one has four green buttons on the left that when pressed activates the corresponding screen. Next to it a joystick that moves the camera around and allows zoom funtionality. In the center is a larger blue button with four circles and some sort of pattern and to the right is another green button with a picture of DNA. We will get into those in a bit. John presses one of the four green buttons that corresponds to his screen position.

The view is locked on to a particular location on Earth at a particular date and time.

Whoever was in the lab appears to have recently calibrated this device.

It looks like we know what the gaurdians were doing here earlier. The monitor shows Johns neighborhood on December 1st, 1995, Jades birthday. Theres a few differences. The first is the Betty Crocker factory which in current day does not exist and is instead part of the lake. The second is a small shopping center in the location that now contains the Egbert household. Zooming in to the locked position brings us closer to the factory and one Dad and Nanna Egbert. Overhead is a meteor that crashes into the factory notably 'owned by a renowned billionaire explorer.'

John presses the blue button and a PARADOX CLONE IMPRINT of Nanna appears which is sucked into a tube. There are four of them, two on either side of an appearifier on top of some sort of machines and Nanna is now in the second one.

John switches screens to number 4. The Date here is December 3rd, 1995, Daves birthday. A familiar island is shown with a boat making its way towards it. The boat is named Jade with her shirt symbol on it. The view is locked on her Grandpa who lost the factory but gained 'a new shipmate'. Jade herself is holding the bunny that Rose sent to John for his birthday. A different view of the island shows us Bec as he watches another meteor head towards an 'unseasonably warm city in the central United States'. John again presses the button and the same thing occurs with Grandpa going into the first tube.

John switches to screen 3. The date is December 4th, 1995, Roses birthday. The meteor here has already landed and hit Bros favorite record shop. He's come prepared with mini shades. Another meteor is 'headed to a lake near a laboratory on the east coast of the United States.' John presses the blue button a third time and Bro is places in the right side third tube.

Finally, John switches to screen 2. The date is April 13th, 1996, his birthday. From this image we are not at the Lalonde lab but Johns neighborhood, specifically a joke shop owned by the Egberts. This time we focus on the shopping center. Mom is here to 'study one of numerous recent celestial anomalies' at the request of a wealthy, exploring scientist. A meteor flies overhead towards the shop while Dad, none the wiser, comes out to greet her.

The gentleman's mother remains inside busying herself with a tall bookshelf, a ladder, and a rather hefty unabridged joke book.

The meteor makes a direct hit. Mom has fled the scene, leaving only her scarf behind. A distance from the impact site, Mom looks out at the neighborhood while little Rose holds her heirloom bunny. A final button press, and Mom joins in the fourth tube starting the machine sequence.

Four young PARADOX CLONES are created.

Mutini Dr. Meowgon presses the last green button. Each pair of tubes empties its contents below starting another sequence and familiar faces appear.

Lore Hunting

This has been wild and theres some bits I didnt mention because Im gonna talk about em now.

When Nanna and Dad witness the meteor impact on the factory, its noted that '[a] mystery begins'. Back in August, John examined his Dads safe which contained clippings of the two meteors. At the time I thought that it was a singular event that Dad noted because of his love for baking. Looking at it now, the clipping on the botton left about the factory was a seperate incident from the main article with the partial date. Its likely the factory article was only clipped after more meteors started appearing. This whole thing just cements Dad as the only one without base knowledge of Sburb. I also note that the joke shop was exactly in the same spot as the future Egbert household.

From that Crocker destruction Grandpa found Jade. Somehow he has a connection to Betty Crocker though its not explored further. There has to be something deeper than him just owning it right? Hes probably the reason the articles tried downplaying the severity of the destruction. The right amount of money can do alot of things. The island that they live on has not yet been explored or built on though Bec is already living there watching their arrival.

Bro was the strangest honestly. We know so little about this man and it was up in the air if he had any idea about Sburb. From the fact he readily has a pair of shades its obvious he does indeed know a thing or two about Sburb and that theres a baby in that crater. Its noted about the meteor heading to the labs '[n]o aquatic life would survive.' We dont get to see anything about this meteor site but this line really piqued my interest. In the game, Rose on LOLAR must repopulate the waters with aquatic life. Out of all kids, this is the only outright stated connection to a quest. However, I am gonna note that Dave has a record on his shirt. His impact site? A record store.

Theres not to mention that Mom is not only working for Grandpa but also at the site of Johns meteor. On this day the meteor hits the joke shop directly, killing Nanna. In the future Dad will not mention this but only 'a tall bookshelf, a ladder, and a rather hefty unabridged joke book' as the cause of death.

Theres no explanation on why Johns meteor took so many months after the initial ones to appear. The absolute most interesting part is the order of the meteors. The first is Jade, then Dave, then Rose and lastly John. Now think about the client-server connections. Jade is Daves server player and his meteor was focused on in her screen. Dave is Roses server player and her meteor was focused on is his screen. Rose is Johns server player and his meteor was focused on in her screen. John will be Jades server player and her meteor was focused on in his screen. How is all of this still Skaias plan?! Literally since the moment they arrived on Earth! I cant wrap my head on it but its insane. Plus the fact each gaurdian had to have some inkling of what these meteors really were. Crazy man.

The machines activate and create younger versions of the gaurdians. Paradox Clones. This is the final nail that tells us not only do they know about the game, they were probably in it themselves. 'The mystery deepens' indeed. The platform they appear on has the same markings as the blue button and we can see the design more clearly. The combined DNA again creates the kids we know and love. With this we learn Mom and Bro are Rose and Daves "parents" while Granpa and Nanna are Jade and Johns "parents" making each pair siblings. Strangely, John looks like Grandpa while Jade looks like Nanna. Or I guess not really since, ya know, clones. But I do find it odd that Mom and Bro recieved their own clones while Granpa and Nanna recieved their opposites. I wonder what the reason was for that?

Tonal shift my beloved! John, having successfully completed the task he didnt know he was completing skyrockets up the echeladder to ECTOBIOLOBABYSITTER. Theres no celebratory dance as the babies climb all over him, baby John admiring the new feather and baby Dave clinging for his life on Johns face. Hes accumulated over a million Boondollars which equals one Boonbuck thats 'going directly into the college fund for these youngsters'. The final pages show the poor piggy bank staring up in worry as the boonbuck looms and ultimately smashes it.

[the-s1lly-corner]

Can I get Centipedes x Ragatha? (it’s a joke)

Ragatha and centipedes

jokes on you im going to entertain this because im feeling a little silly. going to be all over the place since its just a bunch of random stuff tying in with the general centipede idea future admin here VV did not think i would need to put a cw on this but this genuinely made me feel bluuuuuugh and yucky so uh. CW on talk about bugs and vague talk of infestations because the admin tried to make a hc on why ragatha is scared of centipedes in particular (admin realizes their phobia of bugs is worse than they thought by the end of writing it they just thought they had arachnophobia LMAO) not even going to bother to tag this

i think its centipedes specifically that ragatha doesnt like. shes okay with spiders, shes fine with flies, hell shes okay witih silverfish (which arguably are just as gross if not grosser than centipedes). its something about centipedes in specific she hates. maybe its the legs. its gotta be the legs

or maybe theres something else? honestly i can see her getting her little fear of the things from a prank by jax gone terribly wrong, or perhaps even an in house adventure

or maybe she experienced something with them in her real life that, despite her losing her memories, she fears the bug down to her very core. something that shook her so deeply, engraining itself into her psyche, enough to carry on even after losing everything that once made her her when she put on the headset

okay jokes aside, originally i was going to go on a tangent about how that maybe her fear came from a really bad IHA.. but now that i think about it, the idea of her going through something in her real life makes more sense. plus as much as i write about jax putting centipedes in her room i dont think he actually did... but what i have cooking in my brain far exceeds the cruelty jax would dare dish out

i dont know about you but infestations can quickly instill a fear in you. i would know personally because when i was younger roaches and silverfish were common in my house hold, especially during wetter times of the year. also crickets. and woop the admin hates all three of those bugs, deeply. can you imagine going into the bathroom as a small child, only to get up and see a roach as big as your hand just chilling in the toilet bowl. do you know what that does to a person

cue that one post where op said they were taking a dump and they poked a weird spot on their wall only to watch in horror as a hoard of silverfish started spilling out of it

genuine fear of mine i hate silverfish kid me used to avoid the bathroom because of them

so anyways with the power of my self projection, im going to apply the same idea to ragatha. maybe she lived somewhere where centipedes were common. sure they might not have been the huge gnarly ones that we all think of when we hear about these things, but i think even the smaller ones would do her in after enough time. could be a large amount of house centipedes but as stated above, it would probably drive you insane after you see enough of them for long enough

shrugs

okay psychological torment aside i dont think theres really any curing her fear if we're following this hc, like maybe you can help her build a tolerance to having them around but to actually get rid of it fully? yeah no thats going to take a lot more than you can give her in the digital circus

will NOT pick up a centipede you try to get her to hold, you could have the best intensions and it can be the cutest one ever in existence

i was going to add a lot more to this post and make this comically long but my skin is crawling (pun intended) at the images ive just put into my head. genuinely feel yucky inside