#this is a helena hate blog now

[tommygotwrittenoff]

finally watched the new ep and all i can say is...bro...the birthday scene

[boyfridged]

Do you agree that Jason, as written by Winnick in UTRH and Lost Days, acts out of character post-resurrection if we take into account his post-crisis robin days? If yes, how would you have him act/react to stuff after he comes back from the dead?

tldr: i definitely agree. moreover, classism plays a huge role in it, and i don’t think that at this point the storyline could lose these implications, which makes trying to conceive what an “in character” (for robin jay) version of these events would be quite difficult. 

let’s just start from saying that i don't think it's a secret that i don't really like winick in general. despite his work being mad interesting on a conceptual level (and style-wise, genuinely well written!), he has no love for the characters he writes about. 

imo utrh shouldn't even ever make it into the mainstream batman timeline. i am aware that this is a radical opinion, but my take is that it would do best as an elseworld story (and in this version too it would need some tweaks here and there), because it made damage both to the mythos of batman and jason's legacy that can never be undone. the very premise of the story is so deeply disconnected from jay's original place in the narrative, and so classist at its roots, that there's not much room to truly fix it. 

(i want to say, preemptively, that i am aware that there are people who read utrh as a story of a revolutionary and a victim – and they have the right to do so, but ngl, my view has always been that it was never written as that. utrh reinforces so many stereotypes that it overshadows the revenge tragedy spirit of it all.) 

another disclaimer is that, to be honest, jay doesn't have a very consistent characterization even in his 80s run, and it also has some classist implications that ideally should be either erased or addressed in the text (that winick instead exaggerated and put at the very front of his storytelling.) starlin's writing is, at the end of the day and very much ironically, more sympathetic and gentler in evaluating jay (simply because at the time he would not get away with changes too blatant) but details such as jay saying that "all life is game" and his random nonchalant behaviour that has its origin in the very beginning of starlin’s run are already signs of it. some readers will trace jason's arrogance prevalent in his red hood era to these issues and say that his actions post-res are therefore a logical extension of his robin days, but i don't buy it. even if you want to lean into starlin-esque characterisation, if you consider the core problem of the garzonas plotline – which is power, jay shouldn’t look into the solution of anything in climbing to the top. and if he did, it would have to be written as a “becoming what you feared/hated most” kind of story, which i can see a certain appeal in (and which would at least acknowledge that it was not his initial personality), but which would go back to its classist assumption of cycles of violence and doomed fates.

so – how to make his post-res era more accurate to his post-crisis robin days (and least classist in the process)?

if we were to follow my fav iterations of his characterisation (barr’s detective comics and the ntt appearances) tbh I don’t think a lot would happen, because his personality is quite mild, and just so hopeful there that i wouldn’t expect any extreme actions from him – but then again, the circumstances that he finds himself in post-res, the trauma, and his sensitivity do warrant grief that should become a driving force in his life from now on. the question is, what to do with this grief as a plot device?

i know that plenty of jason fans hate this take but I actually think the concept of jason trying to be detached and cruel but being bad at it might be one of the least offensive to his 80s characterisation. it’s def not accurate to pre-52 canon (apart from countdown perhaps) but imo for jay to be authentic and nuanced he should be conflicted about his own actions. his overconfident behaviour should be a pose – just as his frantic acts in his origin story as robin were. (again, something that many readers don't take notice of – but reading the rest of collins' writing wherein jay quickly settles into being easy-going and even a bit shy is proof of it.)

these two points lead to the “no good deed” narrative that I often talk about - the reading that jason saw his intuitive and self-sacrificial kind tendencies as something that brought him pain and that never was quite efficient, and that post-res he intentionally tried training himself out of. there are some flashes of it here and there throughout the years of the red hood publishing history, but it never got a true spotlight. and if i were to write lost days, jason flinching at his own violence would be a focal point of the story. 

moving on to utrh; i have spoken about it at length before but I think if he were written 1. with more political sensitivity 2. to have retained the same maturity re: the social order 3. to have the same idea of morality, he should have followed more of actual revolutionary tracks and the whole “drug lord” authoritarian figure schtick along with the idiotic idea of “controlling crime” would have to be thrown out of the window. 

and, later on, forgiveness should play a big role in his story. he's so quick to forgive and justify everyone in his robin run – this is also why i reckon his team up with harvey in tfz was a wasted opportunity.

so, in conclusion – perhaps not that much would have to change re: his actions but definitely a lot should change regarding his emotional journey and his position. i would def throw out a lot of mindless violence and power posturing out of it though. and perhaps make him a bit more polite just for the sake of more consistency (this is not me taking a moral stance btw nor tone policing a fictional character. i just think it would be more faithful to his 80s writing unless you want to make him explicitly scared. and it would be funnier tbh.)

[1800-fight-me]

Love your writing :) Could you please do a story where reader/Aemonds wife gets captured and taken on a ship

Before Aemond of course comes to rescue his love

The Rogue Prince

Aemond Targaryen x Wife!Reader

Rating: M (Mature - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT)

Warnings: Violence, kidnapping, implied smut

Word count: About 3.5k

Synopsis: Aemond Targaryen is loyal to his family and house above all, but what happens when his wife is captured and in mortal peril?

Author’s note: Thank you for this request! I hope you enjoy it!! Protective and possessive Aemond owns me... also I started writing this before I knew the plot of season two so the timeline of this fic doesn't make much sense but let's just pretend it does, okay? lol

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There was commotion in King’s Landing. Chaos. Terror. 

You were not within the safety of the Red Keep as you normally were, as you should be. 

There was so much screaming you couldn’t think straight. 

Alicent grabbed your hand, her other hand in Helena's and pulled you both forward. 

The crowd pushed and heaved and you yelled as your hand slipped from your mother in law’s. 

Pure terror shot down your spine as the push of the crowd led you away from them, away from your family by marriage, away from the King’s Guards, away from safety. 

You were lost in a sea of limbs and panic, your screams completely unheard over the cacophony of scared sounds. 

You couldn’t even determine the source of the commotion, you didn’t see it, only the after effect as you were now pushed down the streets of the city. 

Water dripped down your cheeks, and when you looked up, the sky was clear. You continued to run with the crowd, in order to avoid being knocked over and trampled. 

You lifted a hand to your face, and realized you were crying. 

Another hand grabbed yours, and you gasped in relief, as you were harshly pulled to the side and into an alley. 

Your gasping breaths slowed as the crowd no longer threatened to crush you. 

You clenched your jaw and steeled your resolve as you realized the person who pulled you to safety was a stranger with a predatory gleam in his eyes. 

You lifted your chin and yanked your hand out of his. 

“Thank you for the assistance, kind sir, but I must get going. My family is expecting me,” you said firmly. 

A hateful chuckle came from the darkness behind you. 

You whirled around and saw two malicious looking men, behind them in the darkness there were two young women sitting on the ground with their hands and legs bound and gags in their mouths. There was fear unlike any you’d ever known in their eyes. 

That same fear now dripped down your spine, but you couldn’t give into it, instead you steeled your spine. 

“How much do you think we can get for this one?” The shorter man sneered. 

You thought of how your husband spoke to his enemies and tried to emulate that same haughty tone as you looked down your nose at them.

“I am a Targaryen. Return-“

”But you don’t got silver hair,” one of the men blurted out. 

You wrinkled your nose, ever the royal, and said, “I am the wife of Prince Aemond Targaryen. Return me to the Red Keep safely and I will make it certain you are rewarded for your goodwill.” 

The men’s smiles grew greedy. 

“Imagine how much we can get in ransom,” the one behind you muttered. 

“That would be an incredibly stupid course of action. The Prince is a viciously protective man and would surely kill any who attempt to kidnap me. He once broke a man’s arm for grabbing me in the halls of the Red Keep. Another time he broke a man’s nose for looking at me too long. It is in your best interest to leave me be,” you said sternly. 

The shorter one had the sense to look scared, but the bigger one, the scarier one, looked only overconfident. 

“The One Eyed Prince is not in King’s Landing, is he? I hear he is far away tending to the ongoing war within his house,” he said as he narrowed his eyes at you. 

You gulped. 

“He rides the largest dragon in the world, it would be a quick thing for him to be here to incinerate you all,” you said, your confident tone wavering slightly. 

“He’s not here now,” the one behind you said, and before you could look back at him there was pain as something hit you in the side of the head and the world turned black as you fell. 

You were floating on a sea of fire, the motion of the waves of flame rocking you back and forth, the gentleness bringing you a sense of peace and reassurance you had not felt since your husband mounted his dragon and flew off to war. 

The sky cracked open and rain poured as lightning flashed. But the flames you swam in remained strong, boosted you up, and as a bolt of lightning flashed towards you in slow motion, you held your hand up and the waves of fire surrounded you, protecting you from danger.

As you resurfaced you pointed your finger at the thundercloud and the fire shot like an arrow and decimated it. 

Someone shook your shoulder and as you woke, your body still rocked back and forth with waves, only furthering your disorientation as you found yourself  somewhere completely foreign. 

“Aemond?” You mumbled as nausea threatened to overcome you. 

“Princess,” a female voice said and you cracked your eyes open to find yourself in a fully wooden room with two women. They both laid on the floor in the tiny room, same as you. 

“Where am I?” You asked bewildered. Your head pounded and as you reached your hand and touched the side of it, you felt a tender bruise and hissed in pain. 

“Princess, don’t you remember? We were captured,” the other woman said. 

It all came rushing back to you and you pressed your lips together to avoid vomiting. 

“Y-yes, where are we?” 

“Somewhere in the middle of the sea,” the younger woman said quietly, her tone distraught. 

You were on a ship, shoved in a small room, surely in the hull, that had been transformed into a temporary dungeon you discovered as you stood, losing your balance for a moment, and attempted to open the locked door. 

“We already tried that,” the one with the dark hair said. 

You sighed. “Of course you did.” 

“How long have we been in here?” You asked, panic filling your chest. 

“My guess is a day and a half,” the younger woman said. 

You sank to your knees and allowed the tears to fill your eyes as the despair hit. 

You later learned that the names of the women you were trapped with were Marrion and Eliza. They were both as terrified as you, but managed to learn as much as they could about the men who held you, which they relayed to you in hushed tones for fear of the guard outside the door overhearing. 

“Is it true that your husband will come to rescue you?” Eliza asked hopefully. 

You pressed your lips together. “Yes, but who knows how long it will take him to learn of my capture, to find me?” 

Both the women looked down in dismay. 

You knew that Aemond would abandon his war, his family, his life for you. You knew he would fight, would bleed, would die for you. Such was his love and devotion to his wife, but his family knew that as well, and a small voice in the back of your head worried and warned you that perhaps his scheming grandsire would prevent word of your predicament to be sent to your husband. 

You wondered if you prayed to Vhagar if she would hear it and lead your husband to you, she was practically a goddess of war in her own right. You didn’t believe in any of the other gods your husband and his family worshiped.

“We need to make our own plan in the meantime,” you said firmly and they nodded. 

You lifted your skirt and pulled out the sapphire embedded dagger strapped to your thigh that your husband gifted you on your name day. 

Your companions had watched the men’s patterns before you awoke, and you based your plan off that. Listening to your husband and offering him support taught you a decent amount about strategy, and hours of training with him had taught you self defense skills as well, and it was time to put both to use, this time with you having the element of surprise, not the horrible men who stole you. 

The next day, when the guard unlocked and opened the door that kept your prisoner, you were prepared to charm and simper, but the man smiled at you in a way that made your stomach sink, and threw a dress at you. 

“The captain demands your presence, you have ten minutes to ready yourself,” he said with another lingering look before turning and slamming the door shut again. The lock was loud as it was clicked back into place. 

“Well that makes things a bit easier,” you said and both women laughed in shock with you before they helped you make yourself look more presentable. 

As you made your way towards the captain’s office, the pirates aboard the ship stared and sneered. You blinked against the brightness of the sun as it glittered over the blue sea. There was no sight of land that you could see, nothing but depthless ocean, no option for escape but a watery grave. 

Your hopes of an easy getaway were dashed, you had no idea how long you would be forced to remain on this ship until it reached land and you could enact your strategy for release. 

There was also no sight of Vhagar, no dragon roar in the winds, no dashing husband with a sword in hand, no one to save you. 

Your heart sunk to your stomach. 

The captain grinned at you, and you held in your grimace as you followed him into the room he led you to. 

There was a table in the center of the room, food laden upon it, and your stomach growled in protest. 

He chuckled at the sound, “Please, eat as much as you desire.” 

He sat across the table from you and you waited until he filled his plate and took a few bites, before you tore into the food before you, uncaring of being ladylike due to the feeling of starvation. 

“I hear you are a princess,” the man said and you looked up at him as you used your napkin to wipe your mouth. 

“Your men stole me from my wedded family,” you said. 

“The Targaryens,” he said. 

You nodded, unable to withhold your glare. 

“They’re not my men, in case you are interested, just men who sell me goods that make me gold,” he drawled and you resisted the urge to slap him. 

“I am not an item to be bartered and sold, I am the wife of Aemond Targaryen and you will release me safely or my dragon will burn you and your entire operation to the ground,” you said, softly but with passion. 

He had the gall to laugh at you. 

You gritted your teeth and attempted to quell your temper, but your fiery temperament was difficult to leash, it was what attracted your husband to you in the first place. 

“You’re a hateful bastard,” you spat. 

He laughed again, “Guilty as charged. Princess, when we reach our destination across the sea, your husband’s family will be contacted and ransom will be posted. My crew and I will get our money and you will be returned home.”

You glared, wishing your look could kill. Your hand inched up your leg, grazing the sheathed dagger hidden under your skirts that hadn’t been found and confiscated during your capture. 

Pirates began screaming and then there was an earth shattering roar. 

You smirked. 

He pulled out his sword and pointed it at you and rested the tip against your throat. 

“You will die for this,” you purred. 

“Stay put,” he said as he then stood and walked past you to the door. 

As he opened the door, there was the most glorious sight to behold. Vaghar cast a shadow over the ship large enough it was nearly dark as night. Aemond’s silver hair shined as he climbed down a rope from her saddle and landed on the ship, his sword out and began slaughtering. 

“Targaryen,” the captain yelled as he stepped out and stood on the bannister, looking down as your husband cut down his men. 

You stood and quietly slipped your dagger from its sheath as you crept behind the captain. 

“Where is my wife?” Aemond bellowed. 

Heat filled you in response to his presence, his rage. 

The captain opened his mouth to respond when a blade pierced the back of his neck, pushed through, and broke through on the other side of his throat, before the dagger was withdrawn. Red splattered as he choked on his own blood, the only sounds of his surprise. 

He turned around to look at his attacker and you gave him a feral grin. 

“I told you that you and your entire ship would burn,” you said sweetly before you pushed him over the railing, ignoring the sound and sight of his crippled body on the wood as you looked up at your Aemond. 

The fighting had indeed paused as all were shocked by the death of the captain. 

“I am here,” you said, blood spattered and filled with relief. 

Aemond released a sigh of relief and gave you a feral grin. 

“Come to me,” he said as his sword clashed with another, the men regaining their wits and attempting to kill him once more. 

Everything in you wanted to yield to his command, to run to him, to be in his arms, but you had one more task to complete. 

“In a minute,” you called out as you took off running back towards the cell you were kept in. As you looked back, you saw the confused quizzical look he threw at you as he continued to stab and end the lives of the men who stole you from him. 

You raced down the hallway, having memorized the way, and saw the guard as he unlocked and opened the door where your companions were kept. 

You stabbed him in the back, and ripped your dagger out, so when he turned around in surprise, you stabbed him again in the heart. 

You yanked your dagger from him as you looked at the women, and yelled, “Follow me!” 

You ran back from the belly of the ship to the safety of your dragon. But as soon as you were out in the open and saw him again, you realized he was in trouble. 

He was the most skilled fighter, but he was overwhelmed by numbers. You threw your dagger at a man about to stab him in the back, and it found its home in the enemy's forehead.

You then picked up a sword off a deceased body and attempted to fight, but the sword was quickly knocked from your hands.  

Your foe held his sword to your throat and you huffed in frustration. 

Marrion and Eliza hid behind you, and at least eight men stood between you and Aemond. 

“Enough,” the man who held your life in his hands yelled. 

The fighting stopped and Aemond’s gaze met yours across the ship. Fire gleamed in his eye, blood coated his hands, splattered across his clothing, his handsome face, his silver hair. He was a god of vengeance, your protector, the bearer of your heart and soul. 

“Return my wife to me,” he snarled. 

“We outnumber you, yield,” the man closest to him said through gritted teeth. 

“I do believe you are forgetting something,” Aemond said with a smirk and Vhagar roared loud enough to rock the boat. 

You huffed a laugh. 

The men took a step back from your husband, shaking in their boots. 

Aemond held his hand out to you, you looked back to the man who threatened you, and with a sigh he lowered his sword from your throat. You ran into Aemond’s embrace, he pulled you close with one arm even as he continued to hold his sword up against the men. 

The other two women followed you, and hid behind the two of you. 

“My love,” he murmured, “Climb aboard Vhagar and lead your companions to do the same. I will be there momentarily.”

You pressed a kiss to his blood smattered cheek and did as he ordered. You climbed the rope that led you to Vhagar’s saddle, and as you got settled, you assisted the others in doing the same. 

Aemond continued his stand off with the men who remained. When one jumped forward, attempting to attack, he unleashed himself. 

The opponents were no match for your dragon, despite their numbers, and Aemond slayed as many as he could, before grabbing onto the rope. 

With words in High Valyrian dripping from his tongue, he ordered his dragon to fly, taking him higher and away from the men who attempted to take you from him. 

Only moments passed, and then he yelled, “Dracarys.” 

Liquid fire encompassed the pirate ship and it burned just as you predicted it would. 

You watched the ship, the men on it, burn to ashes before sinking into the ocean as Aemond climbed atop Vhagar’s saddle and situated himself behind you, wrapping his arms around you, the other two women behind him. 

“Let’s go home, my love,” he said in your ear, gently and reassuring. 

You nodded, sinking into his embrace, and only tearing your eyes from the wreckage when it sunk beneath the watery depths. 

The return to King’s Landing was quick, and trusted guards returned the women with you safely to their homes, but not before you offered them jobs in the Red Keep, which they tearfully accepted. Descriptions were given of the men that sold you to the pirates, and you knew they would be dead by nightfall. f

Then, your husband led you to the small council chambers, you walked in feeling bashful, but he strutted in, led you to sit as he stood behind you, one hand on the back of your chair the other on your shoulder. 

“Aemond!” His mother exclaimed. 

He ignored her and instead glared at his grandsire. 

“Why was I not properly informed that my wife had been stolen,” he growled. 

“You left your post,” Otto replied. 

“I don’t give a shit about my post. My wife was in danger. Days went by, days that she was no longer in your protection as you had promised,” he said, his voice raised. 

“Aemond, we were doing everything we could to get her back,” Alicent attempted to soothe. 

“Not enough,” Aemond said through gritted teeth. 

“It was a calculated decision to not inform you, the hope was that we would have her back safety before you discovered that she was ever gone-“

”You calculated wrong.” Aemond said, his voice low and dark, the promise of violence so strong that you looked back at him and placed your hand atop his own. 

“Aemond, I am fine, I am safe,” you reassured. 

He glanced down at you, the words seeming to smooth some of the jagged panic inside him.

“And we are so grateful that you are,” Alicent replied. 

Aemond looked back up. 

“We need you to return, you and Vhagar are essential-“ 

“Fuck that,” Aemond said as he tugged on your hand, pulling you up out of your chair and by his side as he turned to leave. 

“Aemond!” Alicent protested. 

“My wife will stay by my side,” Aemond announced as you both exited the room. 

”My love?” You asked, breathless as he walked swiftly through the halls of the Red Keep, keeping you with him. 

“I will return to the war efforts on the morrow and you will come with me, do you understand? I cannot breathe when you are not near me. I cannot breathe when you are not safely in my arms. I cannot- “ 

“Aemond, look at me,” you said gently as you placed your hand on the side of his face. 

You had pulled him to a stop right in front of your chambers, they had gone unused since you wed him as he had immediately moved you into his own. 

His breathing was ragged, panic still threatening to pull him under. 

“You saved me. I am here. And I will stay by your side always, if that is what you desire,” you said softly but passionately. 

His lips crashed into yours. 

His grip was tight as he pulled you against the hard planes of his body. 

Your heart soared as his passion threatened to consume you. The waves of his fiery passion threatened to pull you under as his tongue tangled with yours and he moved, leading you to step back until your back hit the door and he pressed you against it. His hands roved from gripping your hips, one grazing the underside of your breast, the other caressing the side of your throat. 

He pulled his lips from yours long enough to rest his forehead against yours and breathe out, “Always?” 

“Always,” you promised as you pulled his lips back to yours. 

His hand reached the handle of the door behind you, and he guided you into the room. He spent the night proving his devotion to you, imprinting himself on and inside your body, giving you pleasure of unparalleled heights. 

And the next morning, your dragon kept his promise of always, and brought you with him, holding you tight and close on Vhagar’s back as he returned to wage war against his foes. 

[stargazing-sapphire2]

Welcome to my blog

Call me Sapphire. I mostly write for Call of Duty on this blog, but also for multiple other fandoms when the obsession gets me. As this is a remake of my old account, I will be attempting to repost old fanfics as well as new ones to add on.

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Elizabeth "Beth" Ashford

Arabella Walker *IN PROGRESS*

Henry Ashford

Helena Rorke

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Lars Pääkkönen

Lydia Graves *IN PROGRESS*

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Catriona Valdés *IN PROGRESS*

Kristoff "Avalanche" Jorgensen *IN PROGRESS*

Laena Thompson *IN PROGRESS*

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Yelena Gavrikova *IN PROGRESS*

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Gunnar Pääkkönen

Archer Sinclair *IN PROGRESS*

Anatoly Flyorov *IN PROGRESS*

FANFIC MASTERLIST (For now):

Command Me To Be Well

The Devil's Gambit

[sxnguinesxnctum]

When she sees his face, his name sits heavy in her mouth. He is a friend-more-than-friend and yet she cannot define what he is to her so simply for that in and of itself was an exercise in futility. She knew what he met at one point, what she felt and why. In all of these years, time is ever persistent. It marches on unending, rending the bonds that once were. What drives the point of separation, what hammers the nail into the waiting coffin, and likewise what is the red thread that frays yet still remains in tact, ever defiant. Ever extending and intertwining in places she never once expected to find it, and she kept coming back. One wish stuck thick in her thoughts, foolish as it may be, and that was to (if only for a moment) to step back and see him as she once did all those years ago and with little desire to deify the past, their past. Blood is slathered thick upon thier palms, although the reasons are distinct for both of them and the weight of all that was done. They were no longer students under the same hand, toiling beneath the same roof, suffering a shared path, watching the other rise and the strain that followed-- they were no longer the same people they had once been. Their paths etched out; step by step and so cleanly that anyone could say it was inevitable. There were no words for how deeply she resented that, how much she truly hated it. Helena was never one to linger long on any beaten path, but she could recognize how they'd both been had and by no doing other than thier own. She knows that all bonds, if not lost to the wager of time, transform. In the end, now she wanted to know where exactly it was that they were both headed. ((Not exactly a 'what the muse thinks' but it applies-- pretend it is from by bb blog again. Hope you enjoy the quick snippet Gio!))

[ what do you think about him? ; ACCEPTING ]

[helena-thompson]

I have to make my obligatory "how Helena & Sebastian got together" explanation post, so here it is.

[ I've now got a whole post dedicated to them on Helena's side blog where I've also written this (and more) out ]

Helena and Sebastian become quick friends��he's fascinated by "the new fifth year" and she becomes very receptive to him once he takes the blame for her in the library when they sneak into the restricted section for the first time. They become duelling partners for Crossed Wands, he shows her the Undercroft, she shows him (and Ominis) the Room of Requirement... "Sebastian & Ominis" becomes "Helena, Sebastian, & Ominis."

Through all this time spent together, including some adventures together around the highlands, Helena develops feelings for Sebastian. It starts slowly, and builds up as they spend the weeks together, and she ends up with a full on crush on him. The problem is that not only is Sebastian her friend, but he's also got a reputation for being a flirtatious, charming rogue with girls. 

What Helena doesn't know, is that Sebastian doesn't care about those other girls, he's just putting up the facade of "Sebastian Sallow, the best duelist at Hogwarts, holder of the highest detention record, and dashing rogue" for everyone to see, so they don't see the broken, messed up boy underneath. Back in his fourth year, after Anne was cursed, a girl had shown interest in him, and he got sucked in, and just went along with it all so he would feel something other than anger and sadness and guilt, and he'd been using all the girls he'd "charmed" after that for the same thing. Did this make him a bastard? Yes. Did he know it? Yes. Did he stop? Nope... not even when it hit him one day that he had feelings for a certain friend of his–he can't do real feelings and a real relationship anyway, because he's got to save Anne!

It's about mid-October when "In the Shadow of the Study" happens, and everything goes down in the Scriptorium. Helena knows there's no way she can cast crucio on Sebastian–she cares about him too much, and so it's on him to cast it on her. The first time he tries, it doesn't even work, and the only way he can do it is after she convinces him it's the only way to get into the Scriptorium to save themselves and to find what they need to save Anne... so he closes his eyes and imagines he's casting crucio on the goblin who cursed Anne. So the only way he can cast it on Helena is to picture someone else who he hates, because he also cares about her too much to intentionally cause her pain.

The school year continues, and they still remain close friends while harboring their feelings for each other (much to Ominis' dismay). During the winter, Helena gets asked out by Gryffindor Eric Northcott, and decides to just go with it, because Sebastian clearly doesn't have those kind of feelings for her so she decides to try and get over him by courting Eric instead.

Sebastian is a jealous monster. He has no right to be, since they aren't together and he's still fooling around with half the girls in their year, but he is livid. There's a bit of an argument, but Ominis manages to talk Sebastian down before he completely rages out, and things are okay between everyone. 

Despite Helena being with Eric, and Sebastian fooling around with other girls, they still have feelings for each other, and because they do, shenanigans ensue as winter continues... there may or may not be an amortentia potion incident, some "almost kisses," and their friends pestering them about their crushes on each other, just to name a few.

After "In the Shadow of the Mine," Sebastian and Helena get into a huge fight when he calls her "ignorant" for the whole Lodgok thing. That argument is bad, because other stuff gets brought into it as well: their feelings for each other (in a round-about teen angst way, of course), Sebastian's treatment of Helena and Ominis during his search for Anne's cure, and Helena's father's death–which is one of the reasons she's helping Sebastian in the first place, because she understands what he's going through. Her father died from tuberculosis and all she could do was watch as he withered away right in front of her and could do nothing to help. Little did she know, that magic existed, which could have potentially saved him, and when she learns that years later it is devastating. So she understands wanting to find whatever cure is out there to help Anne, because she missed out on that opportunity with her father. So the whole "ignorant" thing? That doesn't go over well at all.

Because of this fight, Helena and Sebastian don't speak for a bit. Sebastian even misses Helena's birthday because he's so damn stubborn. Meanwhile, Helena's ended things with Eric because she's really not into it and not into pretending anymore. 

Eventually, Helena asks Sebastian to find the last piece of the triptych because she needs more answers about Isidora, and they begrudgingly set out to Marunweem together for "In the Shadow of the Mountain." It's not great, with Sebastian ready to rush into battle without thinking at any moment, and him being all "I'm sorry, I need you to fix Anne," every time she threatens to just go it alone, but they manage to make it. There may or may not be a near-death experience with that troll in there, but they make it. When they see Isidora's memory, they end up fighting again, because Sebastian realizes that Helena knew of a way to help Anne for months and didn't tell him. She comes back with "you only care about me because I can help Anne," and in the midst of their argument, they confess their feelings for each other.

That's when they finally get to together, and officially start courting.

[dearbilly-lovemax]

ROLEPLAY/ASK BLOG FOR MAX MAYFIELD

Status: online / offline / slow replies / sleeping / working / running up that hill hours

DMS: open / closed Asks: open / closed

READ BEFORE INTERACTING

Must be 18+ to interact. All minors will be blocked. Mun is 28.

No sexual themes! Max is under 18. Mun puts an 18+ warning because they are not comfortable interacting with minors at all in any format

Max is portrayed to be 16

This is a post Canon Au s3/4 in which the upside down is closed and they won.

80s Canon Era or modern au will be tagged as such

ElMax / LuMax / ElLuMax shipper

Will update rules as needed

Max Headcanons

She suffers from night terrors and PTSD

After Vecna, Max has trouble walking sometimes after the damage done to her legs, and is meant to use a wheelchair (she hates it). She gets chronic migraines and is supposed to wear glasses to help with her vision. (She hates them too.)

During her panic attacks, she usually requests to be with Billy, and if he's unavailable, she likes listening to Running Up That Hill.

Max is attached to Will, El, and Lucas. She goes everywhere with them.

She currently lives in two homes: Billy's and The Hopper-Byers.

She still likes to skateboard, even if it's harder for her to do now.

Shes a tomboy, but she still enjoys dressing up and going out with El. July 1985 before the mindflayer incident holds some of her favorite memories.

She has a small collection of Barbies, and even at 16, she still pulls them out and plays with them. (Billy sometimes joins her.)

Billy and Max will sometimes bake together.

MadMax Mixtape

Mad Max's Moots

The admin: @ofhawkinsandvecna

Big brother: @theflayedking (;;hell feels like home)

Big Sisterinlaw: @littledemon-lilith (;;The moon to my stars)

Best Bugs: @mothymunson (;;To Cali with love)

Smash Buddies: @woahlifehitsyahuh (;;game on)

Dungeon Dork: @eddiefknmunson (;;the best big brother)

The Hair: Steve (;;best babysitter)

Steve's Sunflower: @steveslittlesunflower (;;the sunflower in the (may)field)

The Undead: @banishedandkassified (;;something good in Hawkins)

Big Sister: @helena-mayfield01 (;;don't mess with family)

[aingeal98]

Top five characters

Of all time would be very, very hard to answer uhh.... Hm. You know what I'm going to try anyways. I can't make any sort of ranking for them because they all occupy such huge amounts of space in my brain so let's go with the order in which I found them.

1: Valkyrie Cain

From the Skulduggery Pleasant series and perhaps the most relatable character I've ever come across. She's Irish she's bisexual she uses humour as a coping mechanism she has an ego sky high she goes through so much trauma her own reflection hates her she's just. So good.

2: Toph Beifong

From avatar the last airbender. Iconic TV show iconic character. I feel like I shouldn't even need to explain this one like she's just too cool. Joined the show late and made every moment count, she was a delight to watch. I think avatar being the first show I experienced online fandom with is part of the reason she makes the top 5, but hey, nostalgia is one hell of a drug and she was a foundational part of my childhood that helped shape all the future characters I'd come to love.

3: Willow Rosenberg

From Buffy the Vampire Slayer. My favourite little meow meow (She has no morals, unfathomable amounts of power, and the only reason she hasn't destroyed the world is because her friends are in it and they like fighting monsters together) Such a good deconstruction of the nerdy best friend archetype and also she's a lesbian. And kills misogynists. But not unless they really piss her off because her friends kind of have a whole thing about murdering other humans and she spends a lot of time trying to pretend her morals are the same as theirs.

4: Cassandra Wayne

Everyone pretend to be shocked. The whole reason I got into the batfam and dc outside of the titans. I saw that Dick had a sister who was a cooler version of Batman and never looked back. No regrets even though comics can be. Well. This whole blog is a decent summary of all my thoughts on her. Also hilariously enough she's the only person on this list who would not be OK with murder. Congrats on being the most normal one here in that regard Cass it's not something that happens to you like. Ever.

5: Sameen Shaw

From Person of Interest. Bisexual sociopath and one of the best TV characters ever created. Watch Person of Interest for Taraji P Henson in Season 1 and then Root and Shaw from season 2 onwards. Trust me it's worth it. She's everything.

Honorable mentions: Marcy Wu, Helena (Orphan Black), Rukia Kuchiki, Jinx (Arcane), Chara from Undertale actually they should probably be top 5 now that I think about it but oh well. Team RWBY, Arya Stark, Daisy Johnson, Brittany from Glee and many many more.

[apollo-gate]

Following the trend from other IF blogs, what would the ROs want, need and drear to hear from the MC?

Yes!! following the trend.

I enjoyed this. Felt bad about the dread ones as it really hurts them.

Alice:

want: "You have a good heart."

need "Your mother's opinions of you don't define you."

dread: "No one will ever love you. I will never love you."

Helena:

want: "I love you because of who you are."

need "You are still the same person you were before the incident. You just need time to see that. And Im willing to wait."

dread: "I once thought you were a good person... but that changed when you admitted to hunting them like prey."

Lisa:

want: "I loved you the moment I saw you."

need: "When we were younger you made me happy. I'm sorry it took so long to tell you."

dread: "I never liked you. I only pretended because I felt pity for you."

Becca:

want: "It was a hard decision. But what you did was very brave."

need "I will always catch you when you fall."

dread: "You are worthless.."

Daniella:

want: "I won't hurt you."

need "You are allowed to get angry. To yell, I want you to let it all out."

dread: "You are just a doll. To be seen and never heard."

Vanessa:

want: "Your powers don't scare me. You don't scare me."

need "I don't care what secrets you have. Nothing will scare me away from you."

dread: "How can I ever love you. You're a monster. To do that and think you're innocent. You still did it."

Azalea:

want: "I won't leave you."

need "They will never know what they missed. Fuck them and your sister."

dread: "Wait. You're a... You're a freak your disgusting."

Kent:

want: "We all have trauma."

need "That woman will not scare me away. I'm here for you always."

dread: "I can't do this. Not even for you."

Naamah:

want: "I always loved you."

need "I'm sorry... I'm sorry for leaving you."

dread: "You only love me because of her. I'M NOT HER."

Blaze:

want: "We can't be together."

need "I hate you. You destroyed everyone's life. Even mine"

dread: "I love you. Even after what you did I still love you."

Zero:

want: "I'm happy you kept your promise."

need "We need to help the others."

dread: "You lied to everyone. I will never forgive you."

So who wants secret ROS.

A:

want: "I don't care what you did or who you killed. I don't remember what I was but I'm sorry for hurting you."

need "We both have done things. Things that we regret. But we can help others never go through that pain."

dread: "I remember now your still that same girl who should have died for the chaos you caused."

H:

want: "You don't need to hide behind that smile."

need "To be able to love many is a gift."

dread: "I just slept with you for fun. I found someone else who is better."

Y:

want: "I'm here now. Look at me, please. I'll show you the light you can't see."

need "I'm a monster too. Maybe we were meant to meet again after all."

dread: "You feel nothing right. Well, I used you. I took what I needed. And now Im throwing you away."

Secret RO

want: "You did all this for me. I don't think I will ever be able to properly thank you. But I will try to."

need "You never needed me to be a hero, you already were one."

dread: "Your not human. Hell, what are you!?"

(Red flag RO)

want: "I'm so happy we meet and we bonded. There is no one Id rather be with."

need "You need to forgive them."

dread: "What kind of idiot falls in love at first sight. I am not in love with you."

[pink-strawberry-kissess]

1, 6, 9, 12, 16, 22, 23

the character everyone gets wrong

HONESTLY, LEON

with the influx of new Leon fans, especially young ones i see just the WORST MOST OOC characterizations of leon. particularly the ones of re2r leon where they just try to write him as the most dom sadist person. like??? i get that people can write dark fics, but like, fucking clarify that you're writing ooc then.

leon is either written so puppy dog innocent uwu or just another christian grey who wants to dom reader like wtf

like also please specify what era of leon you're writing ig. it's just so ugh am i supposed to be thinking about 21 year old leon?? ore 37, cause those are completely different leons.

also this man was born in 1977. he isn't listening to lana del rey

6. which ship fans are the most annoying?

it used to be cl*on but now it's l*shley cause they keep saying like, yay sibling dynamics! but then want that?????? honestly i've never hated the ships, it's just that the shippers are just incredibly annoying. like i've never spent the time going to ship blogs that i hate and then sending hate anons.. like why are you so pressed, so embarrassing...

it's also just especially since a lot of the ships have really weird misogynistic narratives or it's literally in a male gaze. the whole weak young girl that needs to "save" by mentally helping his heal his traumas x older traumatized messed up man. like please seek therapy

i think it's fine to want these types of tropes but like, don't attack others that don't find your preferred trope interesting.

9. worst part of canon

don't hate me but village is such a departure. i think they're too separate to work in the same world. i think it's fine on their own, and it shouldn't have been in the same universe. i don't know if i would necessary call it the "worst" but maybe the most misplaced feeling

12. the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

i don't know how unpopular sherry is.. but i think that sherry has the potential to be more included in a game. like yes she has re6 but she's still only like 26 then? she can still be used in a main game and not be too old lol

i think that she's strong and still careful and gentle. but so so determined. she's survived so much from such a young age, and i think that we can explore her more

and i think the comparison of ashley becoming a future agent removes her ability to work politically. and we already have sherry as a future agent and also i just headcanon (and it's true) that ashley is literally a nepobaby lol so it would be more interesting (to me) to see sherry than ashley as an agent since ashley already has so many privileges.

16. you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)

probably the whole mafia au thing. it's just boring to me tbh

(yes it can be written and be hot but most of the time it's cringe to me)

22. your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

the fact that re6 ada has SUCH a redemption arc and tries SO HARD. she's mother and she saves leon, helena, sherry, jake literally so many people. but also just the fact that ada's re6 campaign is integral to understanding the entire story of re6 and people just IGNORE HER CAMPAIGN.

23. ship you've unwillingly come around to

(already answered, see the tag to see older answers)

[madrigaljail]

I posted 2,698 times in 2022

That's 2,698 more posts than 2021!

221 posts created (8%)

2,477 posts reblogged (92%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@encantoisawesome

@graveyardwriting

@slingerapen

@omgcheez

@malewifebruno

I tagged 2,302 of my posts in 2022

Only 15% of my posts had no tags

#bruno - 104 posts

#my writing - 92 posts

#the madrigal in-laws - 91 posts

#not encanto - 89 posts

#yes good - 68 posts

#fanart - 67 posts

#always reblog - 55 posts

#fic rec - 47 posts

#triplets triplets triplets - 44 posts

#pepa - 42 posts

Longest Tag: 133 characters

#the previous summer abuela helena had fallen very ill and asked to speak with her and luisa alone to tell them the story of her life.

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Happy birthday you absolute goddess 🦄

118 notes - Posted November 14, 2022

#4

143 notes - Posted November 11, 2022

#3

OBBB (Oogie Boogie Bash Bruno) Facts

Because videos are coming out and we’re learning things about this precious bean. Also feel free to add more/link videos because I’m too lazy to go back and do it, sorry >.<

It’s his first time in California but Mirabel told him all about it (she’s been doing meet and greets for a while now and THIS IS SO STINKING CUTE).

He’s out of salt! (Please if you’re going do not give him salt, I’m guessing this is a Disney health and safety thing, same with the reason he’s not wearing flip flops. Why he doesn’t have Jorge’s spackle trowel while Mother Gothel is going around flashing a dagger is beyond me.).

He has 32 rats and usually feeds them empanadas or arepas con queso because of course. They do like candy too since there’s so much of it around.

What does he feed himself? Who knows, when asked what he had for dinner he want off about the rats. Someone get this man a handwich.

Once upon a time his mother asked him to clean the house, but he hates cleaning, so he came up with the character of Jorge - who doesn’t mind it - and cleaned all of Casita! “My Mama Alma was so proud!” :’)

He does hop over cracks!!

ETA: “ "Once you get out of the walls, pretty much anyone you meet becomes your best friend."  Bruno NO 😢

266 notes - Posted September 7, 2022

#2

Just leaving this here for anyone worrying about fandom dying and needing a little motivation. We’re still out here, finish your WIP, get back to those sketches, post that meta, folks are ready to eat it all up <3

400 notes - Posted August 21, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Some Less-Known Encanto Word of God

So I’m casually checking Encanto’s TV Tropes page because it’s always a good time, but then I got to Word of God and stumbled across this, uh, detail:

In this podcast, Jared Bush points out that due to the heartbreak and fear that Alma experienced at the riverside after seeing her husband murdered, once she learned of Bruno's powers, she would have found it impossible to resist pressuring him to frequently look into the future for threats and dangers to the Encanto. Thus, the observations that have been made about Bruno having a depressed attitude which led to him seeing bad futures is wrong. It's the opposite, pressure on Bruno to always look for the worst the future has to offer is what left him with a stressed, forlorn attitude. Sadly, Bruno is probably the first casualty of Alma's unresolved grief and fear.

Which. Um. Sure is some information!!! What, and I cannot stress this enough, the FUCK, Alma??? Like I can totally see and have read - and written! - fic where this happens but holy Christ on a crutch.

754 notes - Posted June 4, 2022

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[cleonard-ricsummerinenglandblog]

ENGL 350 Blog 4

A Love Forged in the Fires of Hell…

Act 2 Scene 1’s exchange between Demetrius and Hermia is one of my favorites because it’s funny, pathetic, and all the while slightly uncomfortable when you think about what they’re doing and where they’re going.

It starts with Demetrius stating that he hates the pursuant Helena and then demonstrating what a love god he is with his plan to kill Hermia’s lover so she can be with him because that will definitely make her love him back. Helena, for her part, reiterates her want for Demetrius. Demetrius then says what every person who has ever been followed around by a weirdo has wanted to say to said person.

“Do I entice you? do I speak you fair? Or, rather, do I not in plainest truth  Tell you, I do not, nor I cannot love you?”

But what agonizes me with this statement from Demetrius is that he is so in the right to say this to Helena… but then what the hell is he doing in these woods again? Oh yeah, pursuing Hermia, doing exactly the same thing to her that Helena is doing to him.

Helena responds to this by revealing her BDSM kink, stating that she is Demetrius’s spaniel, and that she would even be happy getting beaten senseless so long as it was his hand hitting her. 

Demetrius’s response is pretty much the only one that makes sense to such a declaration.

“Demetrius: Tempt not too much the hatred of my spirit;

     For I am sick when I do look on thee. 

 Helena: And I am sick when I look not on you.”

But Helena turns it back on him.

We then get to the bleakest part of this scene because yes, it does get worse thanks to Demetrius.

“You do impeach your modesty too much, To leave the city and commit yourself  Into the hands of one that loves you not; To trust the opportunity of night And the ill counsel of a desert place With the rich worth of your virginity.”

Simply put, he threatens to rape her if she doesn’t leave… 

Again, I want to sympathize with Demetrius, but the level of audacity to threaten that is… wow. It’s also a bit stupid considering she’s pretty much been begging him to do her for hours now. And indeed, her reply is pretty much, “I want you to.”

To everyone’s relief, Demetrius’s threat, though still heinous, was empty, or at least toothless, as he decides to just run away from her. 

When he states so, we finally, finally, for the love of Christ our Maker, get some bite from Helena, in that she is so sick of trying to make Demetrius love her. That she should be the one getting wooed by him. Of course she still hasn’t gotten it through her thick skull that it would take a miracle to make that happen… oh wait.

Really though, the entire exchange is funny to me. But, it is also why the idea of Helena and Demetrius actually being together makes me want to vomit. The threat he gives is also ironic given that he’s the one who ends up getting… forced upon… 

That irony honestly is what makes thing the ending of the play is meant to be a joke in and of itself. The only couple in the play that actually has some business together is Lysander and Hermia, but they are joined in the end with Thesus and Hippolyta, Demetrius, and Helena, as well as a renewed Oberon and Titania. It makes them stand in stark contrast as an ideal love surrounded by couples that should not be together. Perhaps a statement on marriage as a business of suffering more than a genuinely happy ending.

[dyketectivecomics]

Yknow how, when you’re reading an issue specifically for one character bc you’re following along their guidelist and then you stumble along something that’s clearly a Whole Big Thing that has absolutely nothing to do with your character you’re focused on atm, but you’re soooooo tempted to continue reading the run bc now it’s like you’ve got your ear pressed to the door and you’re JUST abt to hear the REAL tea

But at the same time you’re TERRIFIED to know the full story

/don’t rb

[helenasurvives]

queer is literally a slur. like you’ve never been called that in a derogatory context like most lgbt people? you think your experiences escaping homophobia make it okay to justify the use of a homophobic slur?

queer is an identity.

it has also been used as a slur. there is no denying that. but using a word as a slur does not make it a slur. because before queer is a slur it is an identity. before it is derogatory it is a label. the use of queer as an identity is infinitely more important than the use of queer as a slur because the people who identify as queer are infinitely more important than the people who use queer as a slur.

say a lot of people decided they hated me. despised me. were disgusted by me to the point where my own name became a slur. would you tell me not to say it? would you tell me i could no longer be helena, and instead must come up with a euphemism for the name that belonged to me decades before it belonged in the mouths of bigots?

because that would make you an enabler.

you would tell me i can’t say my name anymore because some lowlife decided he could use it to insult me?

you would tell a gay man that he can’t be gay anymore because some teens in the early 2000’s started calling everything they didn’t like “gay”, and now he has to say “same sex oriented male identifying individual”?

does that enrage you? because it should. that’s exactly how you sound.

you are telling me i cannot use my label. you are telling me that when my great-uncle shouted until his face was red and he spat tobacco and the word queer at my feet, he was right. he was right to insult me, and i was wrong to say my name.

you are shitting on every single one of our predecessors. you are slandering every person who fought for their rights to exist and and be tolerated and be celebrated in their countries, every person who was lost to the aids epidemic, every person whose country criminalizes love and gender expression, every child whose parents abandoned them for straying from the norm, every person who was born and will die in the closet longing to be themselves. the queer umbrella is a safety net, a security blanket, the comfort of being known without being pressured to tell. it is near and dear and important as fuck to every member of the lgbt+ community and you are a blight upon the earth you walk.

how dare you speak upon my experiences with homophobia. how dare you disguise your own homophobia as activism. and how fucking dare you have the audacity to come to my blog and hide behind an anonymous ask and preach to me about how i’m oppressing myself. go look at the fucking wikipedia page for queer and read about how 1980s lgbt+ activists, especially lgbt+ people of color, fought to call themselves queer in a world that still hates peculiar things. and here you are forty years later spitting queer back at their feet.

i don’t give a fuck if people start using my name as a slur. my name is still helena. i will not change it. i chose it, i like it, and it belongs to me. it does not belong to bigots no matter how badly they want it. your discomfort with my identity is not my fucking problem.

i am helena. i am queer. die mad & go fuck yourself

[xhelenaxleblancx]

---Updated my name from xcougarxtownx to xhelenaxleblancx. Updated my bio/theme. And got rid of any other muses. Just so y’all know.

[tommybaholland]

HI bby <3 I just had a REVELATION when fawning over joe (and being lonely af-) like headcanons on us baking Joe cookies for valentines day ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) since he is a chef, but geared towards savory dishes it would be cute if his s/o is adept in baking >.< maybe even teaching him some things as well.

his baker s/o

featuring: joe

don’t get him started on baking

he may be a successful culinary curator with his own restaurant but baking just isn’t his thing for whatever reason

you, being an amateur but skilled baker, have observed that he doesn’t approach baking with the right mindset

he wants to get artsy with it when trying to make something as simple as cookies but fails to realize that baking requires exact instruction to get it right

you’ve learned that until you get to the decorative part of baking, it’s more of a science

he doesn’t hate that you like to bake, obviously for that fact that he reaps the immediate benefits of trying whatever you make

however, he’d be lying if he said that he wasn’t envious of your skill but denies that he doesn’t need to know how to bake

he uses it as a prime opportunity to tease you like, “that’s why i chose you, babe.” 

yet, his curious mind cannot resist what you do to make your cookies so good, along with everything else you make

you tell him that it’s really just all about understanding and following the recipe

of course, he’s never been someone who follows the rules completely so he asks what happens if you want to create something new

you explain that there are variations that one can make as long as the base ingredients are there

you do a little experiment with him, showing how just changing one element in a recipe can affect the results of the final product like with cookies

they’re not necessarily bad results either, it’s all about what your preferences are but it takes trial and error to get it how you want it

“of course, that’s just like with cooking. took me forever to master the perfect chicken alfredo.” 

he eventually begins to understand that cooking and baking aren’t all that different in their approach and both use some special techniques

now, don’t think that this newfound epiphany in him means that he’s going to be doing all the baking, he’s still the head chef

but you are his cherished baker, creating smiles with one sweet treat at a time

he just hopes that he never gets on your bad side or a mysterious chocolate pie may turn up, encouraging him to try it…

happy shamrock day!! look out for a special post this weekend...

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