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unsuredreamer · 1 month

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Savior

Bridget Hearts 🩷 x fem reader

it's so shit I'm so sorry, but i feel like every idea just flees out of my head atm 🥲

"I will destroy you!" Uliana roared, preparing herself to run after Bridget. Eating too many flamingo feathers had its side effects, and it was about time she found out that when someone says 'don't do it' you simply listen.

It enraged you. She was so stupid, yet everyone feared her. How so? You'd never understand why they didn't stand up to her. What would she do? Run after you? It was all she was capable of, after all.

You needed to put a stop to her dumb frantics, so you stepped up with your dagger, holding it close to her neck.

"Oooo, we dont wanna do that, do we?" You grinned, basically threatening her with death. It was exciting, thrilling. Being just a step away from getting rid of someone, having that power over them. Being in a possession of their life thread, having the scissors steady in your hand. It was amusing to you. The goosebump on your skin shows from the rush you felt deep inside.

The dagger you held so close it was pinning her skin, making a slight dent. Her breath on hold. "I suggest you step away from our princess of hearts or you'll make an excellent sushi tonight, darling." You mirrored her peers' shocked expressions. None of them daring to step up to you. You were feared amongst them, being slightly older than the rest of the students, and kind of crazy too. It had its advantages having your twisted history behind.

"Marinated octopus. How does it sound?" Or would you like something last season? Shrimp pasta?" You smiled ominously, pricking the sharp end deeper in her neck, almost making it bleed. You could sense the blade cutting her first skin, making her immediately stumble back.

"You- You're mad!" She managed to yell out, holding her fresh wound before she took her turn, walking away, or should you say, basically running away. Your graceful dagger flew after her pinning itself right beside her head, trimming her friends hair in the process.

"Might be, just a little bit" you giggled, making the blade return to you with a swift wave of your hand. Turning yourself to the other group, you fixed your button-up shirt. Red and Chloe standing in awe at how well mannered you seemed even though you almost committed murder right in front of their eyes. Red thanking you internally for saving her mother. "But aren't we all?" You grinned, your cheshire cat-like smile making everyone around you blush. You were charming, to say the least, although it was not thanks to your name. "Look at that," you pouted, pointing at the shattered plate in front of you. "She wasted such good cupcakes. What a shame"

"Don't worry, Y/n, i think I have enough for everyone!" Bridget smiled brightly. "Thank you for your savior service" She bowed jokingly, giving you one of her famous smiles in return.

"And look at you cupcake, How could anyone not like you?" You waved your hands in the air, making her broken belongings whole again. Holding it our for her. "This plate was too pretty to be broken. Dont let yourself be broken, beautiful, " you winked before dissappearing into thin air. Red and Chloe blinking a couple of times to check if they saw right.

"Woah, who was that? Hot, sexy and amusing?" Red spoke up, getting a glare in return from both Bridget and Chloe. "I'm just saing" the girl threw her arms in the air in a defensive manner.

"That was Y/n. We don't really know much about her" Bridget dreamily explained, holding her beautifully decorated plate close to her chest.

"Only that she's done some horrible stuff. And she's kinda insane" Ella blabbered, rolling the cupcake trolley.

"It was for good!. And she's right, we're all mad here" Bridget butt in, snapping herself out of her daydreams.

" If you can call cutting someone's lim-"

"Ella, they don't have to know that" bridget laughed nervously, taking another plate from her trolley "She's not that bad how they make her out to be-here you go-" The pink haired princess walked around giving out more of her delicious cupcakes. "She is actually so nice-"

"She commits crime at least 3 times a week, and her go-to 'entertaining' hobby is watching people stumble and fall over this tree root" Ella butt in pointing at the object.

"But, she paints me pink roses and brings me many different ingredients for my sweets. Isn't that nice?" Bridget hummed, making red and chloe look at themselves

"Do you think what i think?" Red whispered to her fellow 'friend', the other just nodding her head.

"You know, I think you should ask Bridget out for castlecoming" Red blurted out while walking after/stalking you around the school.

"Yeah? Why is that so?" You giggled, holding a book about baking. You were currently at the library, just trying to make your way to the comfy corner made specifically for residents of the library. Unfortunately, you couldn't use it if you weren't reading a book of some sort. Hence why you took ahold of whatever, with intentions of taking a nap in the place.

"Well, you seem to be liking her, aaaand she seems to be liking you too" You laughed, you loved being in these kinds of situations.

"Well loves, what made you think I like this princess?" You looked up from your book, you let's be real, were not paying attention to. The question made them rethink everything.

"You-She-em" Chloe tried, but nothing made sense

"I guess she's alright" You grinned at their troubled expressions.

Princess of hearts was more than alright. She was everything and nothing at the same time. She was the air you breathed and the hard ground you walked on. She is like the ocean breeze early in the morning, the sunbeams lightly musking your face and the cold water splashing your body. She lit up the whole room with her bright eyes and cute smile. Like a walk through a rainy forest, she made you content and calm. Her delicate and soft features fairly contrast to your strong ones. It made you only more drawn to her.

"Wouldn't you want to take her out?"

"You're very persistent. interesting" you hummed "And why would I do that, Red my love?" You flew up from your comfortable place, spinning around doing flips. Red grimacing at the nickname, Chloe glaring at you "Chill Charming" The snort you let out made chloe burst out one of her own "I will take your mommy to the dance Red. Don't want her turning out evil, do we?"

"How do you-?"

"Well, I might have or have not overheard you twoooo, talking maybee" You flew circling them both, extra dragging your words making them annoyed "Aboouut an evil Queen who likes to behead people, whom also happened to be your mom and she sentenced your mom to death" You grinned spitting it all out in one breath "Crazy little woman"

"So now you know"

"Yeah, that's what I said. Are you deaf darling?" She was ready to jump you but got stopped by Chloe, thankfully. "I'm going, my children. I have to make a proposal for your mom now, do i?"

"Only my mom not hers!"

"Of course!" You laughed, dissappearing in the frame.

"Hello Bridget" You whispered into her ear appearing behind her. Your lips musking her skin. she stopped breathing for a hot second, staring intensively at her notebook. A beautiful yours heart shaped necklace with lots of cards and sweets drawn on the page. Her slender manicured fingers held onto a pencil, touching up some lines. "That is amazingly jaw-dropping." You kept on whispering

"Thank you" She whispered out herself, turning her head to the side. Her lips almost touching yours in the process. Her big brown eyes dropping down to your lips, then back up to your own enchanting ones.

"You know if you want to kiss me, you just have to ask" You leaned closer, bumping your noses together, giving her your biggest grin possible.

"What if i do?" Her sudden confidence made you stumble a bit back, but her quick grip on your collar dragged you in closer "...want to kiss you" she breathed out into your lips. you felt every bone in your body snap.

"Then we might just have to do that" You looked down on her lips, almost closing the blank space between you two if it weren't for the sudden yank of your shirt from the back.

"Please don't do that here" Red grimaced, secretly smirking when she saw you on the ground.

"Party pooper!" You floated up placing yourself between two girls. "Ohh, such a sunshine!" You threw your arm around Ella, the girl too stiff to shrug it off.

"Whatever"

"Sooooo, Ella tell me how's it going with little prince Charming" You grinned against her cheek, she blushed hard at the mention of him

"Did he ask you to the castle coming yet?" Bridget asked excitedly, almost pushing you off the bench.

"He did, but I'm not going. i think i made my point clear-"

"Oh c'monnnn. At least he asked you" Bridget pouted "I wish someone would ask me" the girl dragged, looking down on her drawing, popping her head on her palm. Red looked at you, raising her eyebrows.

"Cupcake" with just a single word everyone was looking at you, not a bit of your confidence faltering away. With a wave of your hand a pink rose appeared, well developed with only a single thorn and two leafs. "Could I take you to castle coming?" you asked in all seriousness, presenting her the rose. Her eyes widened at your gesture.

"Well, there weren't any roses for me, surely," Ella grinned, wiggling her eyebrows at the other girls.

"So what do you say, princess?" She threw her arms around your neck, engulfing you in a tight hug.

"Hell yes! I'd love it, actually. " She smiled widely, giving you a kiss on the cheek. You felt the blood rushing in you. You loved the feeling of her lips on you, her touch. She was so soft, like a pillow. So delicate. It made you want more.

You never thought about the princess of hearts that way. Actuallyy you did, once or twice. But before that, she was always just there. Just someone you'd defend before Uliana and her crew. Someone who did cool card tricks and someone who was so easily prank-able. But you wouldn't dare. She was good-hearted, almost perfect. No one was that pure, and still, here she was, pure as the driven snow. A pretty girl there was no denying. You've never imagined what her touch would feel like if it lingered on you a bit more than a few seconds. Or if she's keeping any secrets, she had to, right?

"You know Bridget, you look absolutely gorgeous" You smiled, not sarcastically, a true genuine smile you haven't done for years. It made her blush for the millionth time this evening.

Your hands were resting on her small waist, hers on your shoulders, making her fingers intertwine on your neck. Slowly swaying your bodies together in the rythm of the music. Not your thing completely, but her presence changed it entirely. It was probably the last song of the night, leaving only a few couples in the ballroom. But you both had such great fun you wouldn't wish on heavens to go home right now. Just being here with her was the right place, and you felt it deep inside.

"Thank you" Was all she made out "Thank you for taking me here" She laid her head on your chest, placing you both even closer.

"No worries. I could do it a million times if it meant getting to spend time with you. My heart" you swayed both of you slowly, the song never ending.

"I loved tonight, I'm glad im here with you. I hope we'll be able to spend more time together" She looked up at you, her big brown eyes staring closely and longingly. Your heart is beating rapidly in your chest. You placed your hand in her hair, grabbing the back of her head.

"Of course we will. I'm making sure of that" Her eyes lit up, brightening the whole room for you. You were absolutely in awe, speechless. She had never looked better. The dim lights only making her singular features pop more. No one will ever look better than her.. At least you won't be looking at them. You've got your only one star, your moon. She was not yours, but she will be. "Can I kiss you?" The sudden question did not startle her in fact she did not mutter a word. A single nod with a smile was all that it took.

You will be her savior forevermore

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mysticmunson · 1 year

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here’s an idea i’d love to see you bring to life if it peaks your interest: alpha eddie and omega reader where it’s soon after they presented so her heat isn’t regulated yet and they are on a school trip or weekend away or something semi public like that and she gets her heat and obviously attracts the attention of other alphas in the school/area and he has to keep her safe/save her from said unruly alphas who want to mate her and he gets super protective and all strong alpha she’s mine vibes, that’s my thought, hope you like it xx

camp trails (alpha!eddie munson x omega!reader)

authors note: hi babes! thank you for the request, i love this idea and am a total simp for protective tropes. i have a small headache atm so i whipped this up fairly quickly, but i hope you enjoy! feedback and requests and welcomed :)

warnings: violence, sexual themes (18+)

The yearly trip to the camp grounds became mandatory for seniors this semester, making all the students dread the weekend afoot. Eddie had tried to wager with the teachers to allow him to drive himself, but he may have been the last person they would’ve allowed that to.

The bus came to a screeching halt, catapulting the unguarded students to the seat in front of them, a sequence of groans following. The doors swung open, greeted by the rural spring air that blew in as they made their way out.

Eddie grabbed your hand, walking out with you to observe his surroundings, nose scrunching at the cabins and broad lake. The water glistened with small ripples, some stray leaves floating on top with moss on the sides.

“Alright, line up!” Mr. Richmond hollered, diverting the attention to the man on top of the wooden block. A woman and a man stood on each side, wearing shirts with the camp's logo on it in teal font. The bag slung over your shoulder itched the bare skin there, shifting your shoulders uncomfortably.

There was a silent attendance being taken, the clipboard slotted in Mr. Richmond’s hands, a pen between his fingers as his eyes scanned the sea of 18 and 19 year olds, and one 20 year old with long brown hair.

“Now, we’ll go ahead and put our things away. Girls, you’ll be with Miss Carrie in the left cabin.” He instructed, the petite blonde waving, “And boys, you’ll be with Mr Anthony in the right cabin.”

Separating, you wandered into the spacious wooden chamber, choosing a bottom bunk near the door. Robin snagged the bed above yours, spraying some extra perfume on and running her hand through her short hair.

The other girls joked about what beds they would own for the night, giggling and teasing one another, making you smile. Since presenting, you spent a lot of time with Eddie, which you adored, but sometimes being surrounded by feminine energy was refreshing. The tug on your hand that sent you walking snapped you from your daze, Robin yanking you to her side as she laughed at your aloofness.

Joining the other students by the waterside, you felt lingering eyes on you while yours trained on the small snails going between the blades of debris. Crouching down, you sat gingerly on the damp grass, Robin joining beside you with less grace and a huff.

“Wonder how long it’ll be before a meathead starts a fight?” She pondered, glancing at the boys who were throwing around a football, their varsity jackets hung on a tree branch.

“At least we’ll get some entertainment.” You shrugged, plucking a small yellow flower from the unkept grounds, putting it behind your friend’s ear. She rolled her eyes, a pink flush coming across her cheeks nonetheless.

More students trickled out, bringing boomboxes and blankets, trying to make the most of this unwilling vacation. The squeak of combat boots came from behind you, glancing back to see your boyfriend, sitting and pulling you against his body.

Robin fake gagged, now used to this behavior from the two of you, but choosing to see where Vicky had run off to. Leaning against his shoulder, the heat was radiating off his black shirt, his arms not covered in jackets for once due to the warm air.

“Can’t believe we have to stay in separate rooms.” He complained, a pout on his lips that you desperately wanted to kiss away.

“I know, but it’s school rules and it’ll just be a night.” You assured, patting his thigh through his black jeans, noticing the way his muscles relaxed.

Meals were provided, just some sandwiches and chips, while a snack table did remain stocked. You sat with Eddie, Robin, and Vicky, sharing your joint disdain for the trip entirely. There was peace in knowing others were suffering in a similar fashion, not wanting to be the odd one out.

Separate pockets of students began ways to occupy themselves, Eddie joining a card game with fellow nerds and you went to paint with some of the other girls on the other part of the land. Unwarranted nerves pooled in your stomach, attributing it to being away from home, focusing on the task at hand instead.

Dipping a thin paint brush into the small jar of water that was now murky with blended colors, you began a simple skyline, adding unrealistic clouds of white. The girls around you were within arms reach, sat on the same tattered blanket, but somehow they couldn’t feel farther.

The inescapable loneliness that followed presenting wasn’t something you expected, but you were one of the first omegas in your year, something that made you different. It wasn’t easy to explain the alterations that came with presenting, both mentally and physically, causing a silent divide to your peers.

“I think I’m gonna go for a walk.” You announced, tilting your head towards the walking trail ahead, dim lights illuminating it. They affirmed nonchalantly, going back to their art and discussing which boy the thought would present next.

Stray fireflies joined you on your journey, tightening your jacket around your frame as a stick broke under your sneakers. Spotting a garden snake slithering by in the bushes, you smiled at how it reminded you of Eddie and his infatuation with reptiles. He was the type of kid to read books about the scaly creatures, knowing which were poisonous or harmless.

While he had been your best friend for many years, the newfound deeper connection made you feel conjoined. It felt odd to be away from him for too long, wanting to hear every detail of his day, from what shaving cream he used to what song he listened to in the car.

The sharp pain targeted your lower abdomen again, wincing as your eyes screwed shut. Your breath quickened as the air seemed to grow warmer, a sweat breaking as you looked around, until you felt a dampness under your dress.

All senses were replaced with fear and need, sitting on an old tree stump with your legs pulled to your chest. Your heat had just come 2 weeks ago, convincing yourself this must be a false one, but all the symptoms were analogous to those.

“Hey there.” You heard a low voice, seeing a boy from your English class named Jackson, sauntering closer. “Did you get lost?”

You remained silent as you remembered he had just presented as an alpha, having missed the beginning of the month for it. As if on cue, the sound of leaves crunching brought two more new alpha’s, Luke and Noah.

Gulping, you stood up, toying with the bottom of your dress as your eyes turned glossy. The slick was pooling in your underwear at this point, knowing it couldn’t be long till it trickled down your leg, squeezing your thighs in a pointless attempt to gain control.

“Need some help, gorgeous?” Luke smirked, inhaling deeply as he managed to walk you back into the large oak tree, birds shuffling out from the bundles of leaves. Instincts kicked in as you bolted, hoping to find an easy exit with the boys hot on your tail, yelling.

Meanwhile, Eddie had been engrossed in a game of poker when he smelt it, the hairs on his arms standing straight up as he tried to shake it off. Figuring it had to be another student, he finished the round, huffing at his loss of a smuggled can of beer.

The girls you had joined to paint with were walking to the cafeteria table, setting them to dry as he approached, questioning where you were as he didn’t even spot an extra canvas.

“She went for a walk, some boys went after her a few minutes ago because it was getting dark.” Tasha quipped, lighting a dusty candle on the table, illuminating the glossy artwork.

His feet went quicker than his mind as he cursed to himself, heart plummeting at the fear you were alone, stopping at the payphone to tell Jeff to take his car and Gareth to drive his van over and head back in Jeff’s. The trail was bigger than he thought, leading to various points in the park, trying to depend on his inclinations.

Avoiding the designated trail, he chose the unruly woods within it as he tried to find a shortcut. As each footprint was ingrained in the dirt, his indignation for this trip and scenario further solidified.

His movement was stopped when he heard a sharp yelp, sprinting despite the restrictive denim on his legs and weight of his boots. Once back on the trail, he kept his eyes peeled in all directions with clenched fists. The scent was more poignant now, knowing it was you who it belonged to, making his fear grow alongside the anger.

The sound of struggle carried through the trees before he finally found you, a peer with his arms wrapped around your waist with restricted arms as the other two tried meaningless attempts to calm you.

“Hey!” Eddie shouted, stomping over with such feverishness that the boy's all looked towards him, feeling the grip around you tighten, “Put her down.”

“Or what? I think the lady needs help, finders keepers, freak.” Noah sneered, standing in front of the boy who held you, but his powerful stance didn’t last long as a punch landed on his right cheek.

Another set of hands grabbed the back of Eddie’s collar, but the pure protective fury burning made him quickly turn and punch the other one down too. He put his hands around the neck of the one holding you, the man beginning to yell.

While these boys could take a hit, they saw the blind rage in Eddie’s eyes, not wanting to discover what he was capable of. It was one of the only perks about being the town freak, you were infamous enough to be gossiped about, but outlandish enough to be whatever you needed to be in the moment.

“Try that shit again with her or any other girl and I will make you an early grave.” He gritted as they clutched their afflictions, “She is my fucking omega and if you even look in her direction, I will make your life a living hell.”

The boys looked bewildered as he turned around, wondering if he’d freak out again on them, but his focus was on you, rushing you away.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” He asked, seeing how your focus was on your direct eyesight before you, not wavering to any other location. The tremble in your hands as he grabbed it only increased the farther you got to the exit.

Wordlessly scooping you in his arms, you finally allowed yourself to cry, the saltiness traveling down your cheeks and to your lips. Everything became muffled as you descended into your own headspace, embracing Eddie’s aroma that felt more prevalent than ever.

Unbeknownst to you, Robin rushed towards you both as Eddie asked for her to grab your bag. Seeing the sternness on his features and your fragile state, she complied without witt, rushing to the cabins.

Grateful to have called the boys, the keys to his own van were set on his bunk as he raced in, glad to not see any classmates. Quickly grabbing his bag, he marched over to his prized possession, yanking open the door to put you down. Robin came running with your own things, tossing it into the back seat and mentioning how she’ll inform a teacher on where you went.

“You gotta let go, baby. I just need to walk to the other side.” He consoled, trying to ease your placement from his neck, “Good girl.”

He jogged over, your frame already condensed into a ball, laying on your side with a slant due to the seatbelt. Kicking the car on, he tried obeying as many laws as he could consider, but his main focus was getting you somewhere safe.

He gave you his nightshirt from his bag, letting you simulate a nest until returning to the trailer park. A calming hand stroked your back lovingly, hushing your sounds of discontentment.

The arrival didn’t register in your brain until you were being tossed on Eddie’s blue sheets, eyes opening wide to take in your surroundings for a brief moment until his lips were on yours.

The taste on his tongue would never lose its power on you, feeling like you were discovering the eighth wonder of the world every time it trailed against your skin, making you come to peace with the safety created by him in the world of just the two of you.

“You’re my girl, my omega, I’m never going to let anyone hurt you.” He whispered, kissing your blazing skin as he undid your clothes, undoing any barrier you had internally with his words.

While each heat was overwhelming, there were always moments that brought you into a version of purgatory, not feeling neutral or spacey, or grounded. An area within our galaxy where you both were the only inhabitants, aliens to the outside world, but making perfect sense within them.

The language you conversed in belonged to your bodies, unable to process the communication outside of those times, finding your bodies knew each other long before your meeting years ago. You wondered if this feeling was common with every mating pair, but as you looked into his doe-brown eyes, you knew there was no way a world could be so cruel if they felt like this at least once in their lifetime.

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jgracie · 4 months

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I hc that because of being Hera/Juno's champion, Jason is constantly stressed about "what happened if I got my partner pregnant?" (Even if like, they've only held hands)

Cause Hera's influence can be traced to fertility, too, and we don't know how much of her influence can affect the people she blessed

WAITTTTT THIS IS SO CUTE 😭😭😭😭 in my head hera/juno is more of a parent to jason than jupiter is to the point where he might as well be her child not his (so just fyi whenever i’m talking ab their relationship that’s what it is to me i ignore ricks canon 🤬) so already jason is receiving all the blessings she can give him!!!!! many healthy babies and a perfect marriage for mr grace!!!!!!! and he’s hyper aware of this when he first begins dating you because he’s known he’s probs blessed by hera in these departments before but it’s never rly applied till now 😭 so the whole time he’s w u he’s super anxious because he rly doesn’t wanna end up looking at u the wrong way and accidentally somehow making u pregnant LMAO he def wants to bring it up but he doesn’t know how & he’s kinda scared it’ll scare you off 😭😭😭😭

doesn’t bring it up till you’ve finally had enough of how weird he’s been acting and ask and i’ve said thsi before but one thing ab jason is he cannot lie to you to save his life like if he does he’ll beat himself up for it FOREVER!!!! so he tells u everything n ur like “oh 🤔 i mean if hera loves u that much surely she won’t give us a baby if we don’t want one atm yk!” and the RELIEF THAT WASHES OVER HIM when u say that because he never thought of it that way LMAO like yes he is luckier but mommy hera would not spring that on him if he doesn’t want it!

#˖◛⁺⑅♡ luvletters #anonymous ೀ #graceland🪽#i love hera u guys #she def approves of ur relationship w jason she gets so excited over it all the time 😭😭😭#makes u triple promise to hire her as ur wedding planner when the day comes along #gives zeus the stink eye if he has a single complaint #hera they could never make me hate u queen #teatime with j 🎀♡

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umbrella-academy-hcs · 5 days

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Don't know if your still taking requests but I need to tell someone this bc idk if it's been done before and I'm itching to tell somebody

I have a personal headcannon that grace actually let all of the hargreeves kids choose their own names instead of giving them names herself because their orignal mothers didn't even get time to name them, and Reginald just didn't care enough he only cared about the number. grace and pogo encouraging them as they grew up to choose the name THEY wanted to use for themselves Five simply choosing not to use one other then the number because he already felt comfortable with that and everyone being completely chill with viktor coming out because they already chose their own names anyway who cares if you changed it now can we get back to saving the world please (sorry if the point about viktor sounds odd I'm a trans guy but don't wanna offend anyone)

I think that's all I gotta say I can't think of anything else to add atm but thank you for reading this if you see it I appreciate people viewing my rambling)

Actually yeah! I have the same hc! Its just always made sense to me that they picked their own names bc otherwise Grace would have chosen a name for Five, Five just never found a name that felt right and then he was flung into an apocalypse where it didn't really matter anymore so by the time he was around people again he was just Five and he didn't feel like being anything else

#the umbrella academy #umbrella academy #tua #tua netflix #tua hcs #five hargreeves #tua headcanon

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gunkbaby · 1 month

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Nothing against shuuneki/tsukikane as a ship but i have a pretty strong gripe with the argument about it being ‘literally canon’

from the perspective of Shuu and Shuu alone, you could say that shuuneki is canon (r we still allowed to call it shuuneki? That’s what I’ve always known it as, but i see most ppl nowadays call it tsukikane more??? ) because I wholeheartedly believe that Shuu loved Kaneki. Both romantically and in other ways. I’d need to hear very solid reasoning as to why anyone would think against this idea before i use the word ‘homophobic’ but anyways.

the argument that Kaneki was also into Shuu in that way, and that his opinion of Shuu ever extended beyond the graces of close friendship, is sort of where my issue with the ‘literally canon’ statement is.

I think it sort of ignores the development in Shuu’s character. How he goes from being very obsessive, co-dependent, limerent, (etc) over Kaneki, and the damage this causes him. I know and have seen that for a lot of Shuuneki fans that this limerence draws them to the ship, and i totally get that. I am drawn to Shuu because in part of that obsessiveness - cue obligatory mention of me projecting my BPD onto Shuu - and he’s been so much of a comfort for me because of that, in a way that has saved my life on multiple occasions. So I totally understand why people are drawn to the ship - the ship itself is nothing I have an issue with.

But I think that this idea that Shuuneki is canon misses the mark quite a bit. I think in a tldr of my thoughts on Kaneki’s feelings - Kaneki comes to genuinely care for Shuu, and I think his love of Shuu only extends to a platonic relationship. Maybe my opinion will change of that upon a re-read, though. I’ve seen it cited like years ago, that things like Kaneki thinking Shuu looked like a model, or that Kaneki’s initial nerves around Shuu are evidence of romantic or sexual feelings. I think this is kind of a null argument - Kaneki isn’t exactly a confident or outwardly extroverted person at that point in the manga, whereas Shuu is quite abrasive and loud. Kaneki has also been warned about Shuu, and was sort of set to get into the Ghoul Restaurant via Shuu from Itori - so him being nervous is definitely not evidence of inherent attraction. Kaneki thinking Shuu looks like a model too? I mean, it didn’t feel like a charged thought of his to me. This could maybe be an argument more for queerness in Kaneki - but I don’t know enough to speak on that. Both characters are nuanced so there’s a lot more I could say here - and by proxy more arguments against me, I suppose.

But my point is: i don’t believe Kaneki being nervous about Shuu is indicative of him being attracted to Shuu. I sort of think this argument kind of also damages Shuu’s arc in the whole story. Shuu’s growth, to me, hinges a lot on that he wants Kaneki - it is the inability to have this, the fact that this is denied to him, and the myriad reasons as to why this is, that leads to his self-destruction, rebirth and regrowth. Shuu’s coming to understand Kaneki as something more than he had initially thought - as something other than food - also comes into this, and I do believe that’s part of why he was so devastated. Like I said, I believe that Shuu loved Kaneki very passionately, and I won’t deny that he was attracted to him - but it is one-sided. (In canon, at least - idc what shippers are doing, have ur fun, this isn’t about that.)

idk if that makes any sense - im a mess mentally atm - but i hope my point is kind of clear? I think the ‘shuuneki canon’ argument is only really valid if you are viewing it as Shuu canonically is in love with Kaneki - I don’t see Kaneki as ever seeing him as more than friends.

#Ramble #waffle #babble #gunk #shuucore #shuu tsukiyama #tg gunk #ken ‘Kevin’ kaneki #Gunkbaby.txt #Tokyoghoulcore #centipedecore #Analysis jargon #Shipping but i don’t go here

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charliemwrites · 9 months

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hi charlie:) omg ur dog johntent (i absolutely adore that word btw) is my saving grace atm, im super sick and ive just been scrolling through ur works for hours ghghhfuhgt, AHHHH ur brain is so wrinkly 💞💞 make sure to drink water!! -🎄🎄anon

Hi, 🎄🎄!! I’m sorry you’ve been sick. I hope the Johntent (I can’t believe this is catching on) helps you feel better ❤️

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jklovesfandoms · 2 months

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Hi! In preparation for writing my own Lautskity fic I was making a playlist for them, and I thought I would ask if you had any songs that you thought really fit?

(Also I love your writing, you're really cool okbye)

Hi! Sorry for the very late response, I'm in a show atm. And thank you!!

I don't super listen to music outside of musicals, but there's a few songs that I personally think are very connected to Lautskity!

1: Something Stupid by Frank Sinatra (hence why it was my first lyric fic for them)

2: Meteor Shower by Cavetown (they would totally get each other things in the others' favorite colors, and every single one of them would give up everything including themselves in order to save the other two)

3: Fool by Cavetown (if you're wanting to get angsty about it)

4: Pigeon by Cavetown (again, if you're wanting angst, especially in a Steph shoots Pete universe)

5: Heather by Conan Gray (I personally view it as Grace longing for Pete and Steph, so again again, leaning into the angst here)

But yeah! Once again, I pretty much exclusively listen to Hatchetfield and Ride The Cyclone, but Cavetown is like the only other artist I listen to, lol.

And also I apparently just like making them angsty, I'm pretty sure that it's a legal requirement!

#hatchetfield #grace chasity #peter spankoffski #pete spankoffski #stephanie lauter #steph lauter #lautskity #song reccomendations #i am so honored by this ask actually #i feel like i am mildly disappointing in my song choices but all i listen to is Hatchetfield and rtc atm so rip

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fizzingwizard · 1 year

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My favorite things ever created for Lupin III were Mine Fujiko's Lie, and The Woman Called Mine Fujiko

Not because I don't love the fun, energetic, quirky vibe of the classic series. Not because I prefer Fujiko to the boys (though I do adore her).

For me, The Woman Called Mine Fujiko resurrected not just Fujiko, but every female character written by a man who assumed he knew what makes women tick - or didn't care whether he knew, and just wanted to write her that way.

In the classic series, Fujiko's both a strong, dangerous woman who regularly betrays Lupin, yet she's also a helpless damsel in distress who needs Lupin to save her. How much she is of either depends on the writer and the story. Her saving grace is that, even back then, there was already more than just a sense that Lupin enjoyed getting outmaneuvered by her. They were the kind of perfect rivals who make the fan girls drool when it's two men, and start to see secret romantic longing in every look. Lupin and Fujiko really were rivals in love, but instead of making them more interesting, it hurt them. It made Lupin seem stupid, and it made Fujiko seem cold, heartless, selfish, and arrogant. What's more, because the story always favored Lupin and the boys' POV, we rarely ever got a glimpse of what Fujiko thought or felt - so fans were free to attribute to her whatever motivations they wanted. And fans, when it comes to beautiful, treacherous women, aren't very open-minded, let alone forgiving.

So The Woman Called Mine Fujiko was desperately needed. It somehow managed to pull Fujiko out of the grip of the male gaze without turning her into some kind of angel. It subverted the whole "she turned out like this because she was damaged as a child," by making us think that's what happened to her and then making it all a lie. She's still a criminal. She still betrays and uses people and is less spiritual and more practical about taking life than the romantics Jigen and Goemon (and often Lupin) are. And the underlying message was, it really doesn't matter what made Fujiko. She's a woman, and she's free to do what she wants. Even if it's bad. If we admire Lupin, we really have no business hating Fujiko. (Specific episodes can make most anyone hate her, but that should be chalked up to bad writing and low respect for characterization. This is, after all, fiction.) And, we learn, Lupin isn't in love with Fujiko just because she's beautiful and dangerous. He's also in love with her because he loves freedom, and freedom is Mine Fujiko.

In Mine Fujiko's Lie, we once again get this amazing, nuanced Fujiko who subverts tropes as neatly as she high kicks in heels. Her antagonist is a warped version of herself, a master manipulator who doesn't realize how he's manipulated by others, whose freedom comes with his first taste of desire - and which ultimately leads to his destruction. Nothing ventured, nothing gained - or lost. In her usual style, Fujiko defeats him by seducing and betraying him. While the art avoids the gore of Jigen's and Goemon's episodes, the eroticism highlights Fujiko's body's softness and vulnerability in a way that makes her seem desperate but determined as she uses psychological manipulation to win over sheer male power. Thematically, yeah, she's still talking about love and sex. But there's something existential about the way she talks, something deep that digs into the human psyche.

And the reframing of Fujiko's skill as psychology rather than seduction is only part of what's modern and liberating. The other is her relationship with the little boy (whose name I can't recall atm :P). We're primed to think (or dread) that Fujiko is about to tap into her latent maternal instincts. She's a woman, so of course she won't be able to resist a motherless child! And, as un-Fujiko-like as that would be, the alternative - her stealing the boy's only chance at a healthy life along with stranding him as an orphan - was too distasteful to hope for. The story string us along, making us think it'll be one, it'll be the other... and then, in the end, she's neither drawn into motherly sentiment, nor does she turn out to be utterly irredeemably (the usual fate of women who don't perform femininity in an acceptable way). She gets what she wants and the boy gets what he needs. He probably won't have stellar memories of her - and she's still far, far from an angel. But she's worked the job the way that she wants to work it, with resourcefulness and independence. Unlike her helpless charge, or her helpless antagonist. It's telling that this is the only movie of the three in this series which results in a direct kill (of the main antagonist, I mean). If there's anything Fujiko can't stand, it's helplessness. She's going to survive. She doesn't wax romantic about what it means to be a warrior. Someone came for her, she gave as good as she got - that's Fujiko. And yet, though she can't afford to be weak, she isn't so hard that she can't fall asleep on Lupin's shoulder.

I needed both of these stories to love Lupin III. Without them, I don't think I'd be able to look at it as anything more than a boy's fantasy. Fujiko's gotten some better development and overall treatment in some of the more recent anime series - but I will say that I was really disappointed in her in season six, because I felt she was rewritten to be more like ScarJo's Black Widow than anyone who could function as Lupin's rival and lover at once.

rabbit trail: The bit in Goemon's Blood Spray, where Fujiko walks off because Goemon's self-punishment is too ridiculous to watch, and Jigen and Lupin are all "This is how men are," about it, gets a mixed reaction from me. On the one hand, I tend to feel like Fujiko, that as confused yet determined as Goemon was, him killing himself through training is just wasteful. As is his friends letting him, because that's what he wants and he's got a warrior's spirit and yadda yadda. But on the other, my real issue is claiming this is a gender difference. It's glorifying the warrior philosophy yet again, when in the real world strong, war-hardened men run from battle every day, not because they aren't real warriors, but because they have sense. Live to die another day. (Which, incidentally, is what happens for Goemon, because he survives the training.) IMO Fujiko left because she's practical. Goemon did what he did because he's spiritual. Jigen didn't understand him, but went along with him anyway, because Jigen is emotional. And Lupin did understand him and deliberately didn't get in his way because he's a mix of little bits of all the other characters.

#lupin iii #mine fujiko

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fellsilver · 21 days

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I was going to make this all polished, but it’s more convenient for me to post from my phone atm. Baseline thoughts on the other Chosen where Gale and the orb are concerned. This will apply to my Laeral and Elm.ins.ter. I am very open to being flexible on this. It just gives me a base to work with, but if anyone wants to discus an alternative, I’m down. Parting note that I’m not including supporting quotations atm, but if anyone wants me to dig them up, I will.

My reasoning is based on:

The current Mys.tra is an amalgamation of Mystr.yl, prev!Mys.tra, and Midnight!Mys.tra. Mys.try.l died when Karsus tried to usurp her power. Midnight!Mys.tra died when Cyric murdered Her and Shar attempted to usurp control of the Weave. Mys.tra knows She exists in a cycle where someone will always try to usurp Her, and She will die and be reborn constantly.

Prev!Mys.tra we know went through many Chosen who failed to meet Her standards, including ones who tried to usurp Her or Azuth. We also know prev!Mys.tra took steps to ensure the Seven would have enough conflict with each other and others to limit their ambitions, and Midnight!Mys.tra admitted to being frightened of Elm.ins.ter and took back some of what Her predecessor shared with them.

Mys.tra has become more paranoid and secretive after the Spellplague. Getting murdered in your own home does that to you. She keeps much from Her Chosen — more than She ever did before — and requires them to keep information from each other.

Gale was able to quarantine himself in his tower in Waterdeep. It’s clearly well-known he fell from grace, but as far as we know, no one sought him and he didn’t seek anyone else.

It’s implied Mys.tra was controlling communication between Gale and the other Chosen. At the very least, She seems to have been closely watching.

My take on the situation:

Based on what Gale says, I theorize that being one of My.stra’s Chosen at the time he found the orb both damned and saved him. Her Chosen are unique in that each holds a portion of her “essential power” that they cannot use and that cannot be taken from them by force — even by Mys.tra. I posit that the orb sought to devour that piece of power but could not. Hence the parasitic bond it formed instead, staved off by the dweomers from enchanted objects.

Normally, when a Chosen dies, that essential power is released and slowly reabsorbed by Mys.tra. I posit that, if the orb had gotten ahold of it, it would have consumed it, and it would have been lost to Mys.tra forever. This is why She’s so desperate to see Gale die — in addition to how such an object scares Her after the Spellplague (and Karsus’ original attempt to use it).

So where the other Chosen are concerned:

Though they knew Gale was no longer one of them, they didn’t know why. Mys.tra told them nothing of the orb.

She enforced a quarantine, forbidding Her Chosen from coming within proximity of Gale. She feared the orb might hop to them if they did. This is why Elm.ins.ter only sent a simulacrum even when delivering the Goddess’ mandate.

She did not forbid them from contacting Gale by other means. Doing so would undoubtedly make them too curious to keep from investigating — or pique someone else’s curiosity. This is also why nothing was done about Gale living in Waterdeep: too suspicious. Better to let people speculate he’s simply fallen short of Her standards / couldn’t take the pressure. She did, however, closely monitor and manipulate any contact they had.

Lael and El were hesitant to contact Gale because they cared about him. Other Chosen who’d gone rogue had to be hunted and slain. That wasn’t immediately the case with Gale, and they didn’t want that to become the case. The less they knew about his situation, the closer they followed Mys.tra’s mandate, the smaller the chance they’d have to put him down.

You also have to consider that the life of a Chosen is a life without even a moment of rest. Literally. We know Lael and El had other major events to attend during the year preceding BG3. (We also know Lael’s power was greatly diminished for part of that year, and that the Chosen in general aren’t as powerful as they used to be.) If they rocked the boat where Gale was concerned, they’d risk a crisis of some sort. At any given moment, they have a dozen on their plate.

That having been said —

Neither would ignore Gale or Tara if they reached out first, and it’s very like both of them to do some investigations from afar or through agents. Pair of nosy meddlers. Lael would especially send Dove and Syluné (both Weave ghosts) to discreetly look in on Gale’s tower. What they discover — if anything— I leave to individual plotting.

El has been around the block too many times to give too much blind aid, but they’re clearly not without love and sympathy for Gale still. Depending on what’s asked and what they know, they may help.

Lael is more of a bleeding heart in this regard and has been sick of grief for centuries. She is more likely to give aid blindly — though still within reason. If Gale or Tara, while researching their options, go to Lael for sources or, while hunting for enchanted items, ask her for direction — she is likely to do so as long as she can reasonably assume it won’t endanger Waterdeep.

Both of them are willing to play fast and loose with or even defy divine mandates if they deem the cause great enough. Just as a note.

#META / HC: PRIMARY.#MOBILE.#gonna reblog this on El soon

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