#which honestly is starting to feel like an intervention lmao

[du-hjarta-skulblaka]

The LP I'm watching of In Stars And Time has reached the point where the loops start accelerating bc Siffrin is checking out more and more and forgetting what happened and. Its absolutly tragic and anxiety inducing and Very Good but hits extra hard bc. Idk if there's a specific trigger for it or if it's after a certain number of loops or what? But it started happening IMMIDIATELY after first loop doing everyone's quest and getting the full Family Run so it's. Sif. Siffrin buddy my dude I get it but let me in

[saltpepperbeard]

I was tagged by the lovely @naranjapetrificada to share my Thoughts and Speculations for the timeline of OFMD S2, ie "eight predictions for eight episodes." Thank you, and sorry for the late response; I was facing The Horrors (derogatory). But now that the panic that is OFMD S2 being almost 3 weeks away is setting in, WHAT BETTER TIME TO RAMBLE ON AND ON ABOUT IT HSDJKS~

girlies (gn) there is honestly so much to account for. there are so many different elements that we've seen through promotional material and spoilers that i'm just like,,, how is this all going to Fit. BUT LET'S TRY OUR BEST SHALL WE LMAO-

((also hi hello this is ✨Jodi From the Future✨ coming in after typing up this entire thing, and realizing it was only supposed to be like,,, eight ideas for what's going to happen in the eight episodes. meanwhile my bitchass did a full blown prediction for what's going to go down timeline wise PFFF. BUT SURE YEAH THAT COUNTS AS ONLY EIGHT RIGHT? IT'S FINE,,,))

Episode 1. I think this is going to be more of an establishing episode. Establishing where the characters are, what they're up to, what challenges they're facing, etc etc. So, it'll likely focus on Stede's yearning, and Ed's heartbreak. I wouldn't be surprised if the "he's actually a good guy," the bottle kiss, and the wedding crash are all in this episode. And maybe it'll end off with the wedding topppersjfskfhsjklklbf,,,

Episode 2. An episode to build off of the motivations established in one, and also to move the characters a bit closer to each other. Maybe this is the episode where Stede tries to employ the help of the Red Flag Fleet, because they need a better mode of transportation to catch up with the Revenge. And maybe if that doesn't go too hot lol, maybe the storm will be towards the end of this episode to beach the Revenge somewhere. Though, I feel like that's quite a dramatic event, and would make more sense to occur a bit deeper in the season? But based on the rest of my thoughts/theories, it simply Does Not Fit SJKDS. So for now, I'm treating it as like, a divine intervention type beat where the crews are being beckoned closer together.

Episode 3. For SOME reason, be it just crossed fingies or the consideration of parallels or both, I have a feeling that Stede and Ed are going to reunite at the end of this episode. I think taking the episode release schedule into consideration also points to a reunion, because then we'd be left to sit with that for a week l m a o. I feel like we'll get to see all the intense emotions of them seeing each other for the first time in months, and their subsequent awe/reactions, before it abruptly cuts off as a cliffhanger. As for the actual BODY of the episode?? MAYBE the storm could also fit here in the middle somewhere, with the same sort of "the universe is wanting these people to be back together so lol STORM BE UPON YE."

Episode 4. The aftermath of the reunion. You get to see the proper reactions, ie Ed probably being dismissive and Stede trying to remain warm/enthusiastic. And then allllll the characterization that comes along with that, ie Stede's crew being like "I told you so" or Izzy being like "oh my FOOKIN god edward was throwing knives around and crying and making us crash weddings and now stede actually shows up and tHIS IS WHERE WE'RE AT???" So maybe, MAYBE, this is where Izzy steps in and tries to better things a bit by helping Stede, because he's Sick and Tired HSDJKLS. Like, this'll be the Fanfiction Episode™.

Episode 5. Wouldn't it be something if the party was in this episode to mirror the 5th episode in season 1 l m a o. And forgive me, because my theories towards Certain Events have seesawed ALL OVER THE PLACE HSDKJS. But hear me out hear me out. So episode 5 starts off as a sort of continuation from episode 4, and maybe Stede is trying to work himself up to better woo Ed. Like he's pulling out all the stops, which is why he's trying to train and better himself and do whatever he can.

But then MAYBE he has some sort of realization that like...Edward, his Ed, was so so excited to go to the Fancy Party Full of Hoity Toity People™. And was so so happy to dress up and be beautiful and feel himself. And so he decides to host a similar party on the Revenge for everyone, because not only would it be good for morale, but good for his beloved. So, they do, and everyone is Hype. Wee John gets to dress in drag, Roach gets to fire canons, etc etc. It's all so full of color and life and happiness again.

And, of course, maybe Ed and Stede have a Moment of some sort. I'm really really praying for a "Ed...May I have this dance?" type thing, followed by them having their first quiet and romantic moment of the season. And you can SEE some of Ed's walls coming down, even though he'd probably still be hesitant/tense. Maybe they even have an almost kiss type moment jUST LIKE IN THE PREVIOUS 5TH EPISODE. Or maybe the hhngfngmfngdmfd pearls,,,

...But then EVERYTHING CHANGED WHEN THE FIRE NATION ATTACKED SJDKSHKLDS. Because that ONE shot in the trailer where Wee John is shown in drag looks like a party, but also a party that was crashed by very unwelcome guests. So like, wouldn't it be something if the almost kiss moment was interrupted by some sort of enemy, and everything rapidly goes downhill.

Everyone gets bound, Stede gets tied to the mast, and...what if THIS is where Ed is thrown overboard. What if the enemy is someone who has it out for pirates, and very much has it out for Blackbeard in particular. So, they tie up Ed and throw him overboard in a murder/execution attempt, and Stede has to watch :))). Something something a parallel to Ed having to watch Stede get almost killed NUMEROUS times hskdjs. The turns have tabled.

And maybe there's a desperate moment between them right before Ed's thrown over. Maybe a desperate lock of their eyes, a desperate scream from Stede, a desperate declaration of feelings, even. And then the episode ends with Ed in the water.

Episode 6. The aftermath of episode 5 ofc. Stede and the crew have been captured, or maybe even just Stede has been captured. And Ed washes up on the beach alone.

I think this'll be where Ed sort of grounds himself and comes back into himself, because the gravity of the situation will hit him particularly hard. Like, he FELT things again. He felt BEAUTIFUL again. He felt DESIRED again. He felt like HIMSELF again. And didn't act upon it, and got separated from his sweetheart before he could. I wouldn't be surprised if he subsequently fights ghosts/demons of his own here, ie Hornigold or his father or individuals equivalent. So like, the barrel/clobbering shot is him fighting against his past type deal.

And then MEANWHILE, I think this is where Stede's going to get tortured. The darlings are both going to Go Through It in this episode.

AND, the more I look at that one shot of Ed in the woods with someone present with him, the more I'm like...IS that Wee John??? Or is that someone else? Because it would be something if the Revenge Crew was left alone, and only Stede was captured for his crimes against the Navy (murders and the escape from the academy). And then they somehow try and scramble/get help/link back up with the Red Fleet/find Ed themselves.

So, that one shot could have been them doing just that, and catching him up to speed after all that's happened. And maybe there's some sort of pivotal forgiveness moment/apology moment between Ed and the crew there too.

And then everyone's like...holy shit we need to go and KICK ASS ALL TOGETHER.

Episode 7. ✨The Battle Episode✨. Aka everyone kicking ass all together HSKDLS. Everyone uniting against a common enemy and battling it the hell out. There could be naval battles out at sea between the Red Flag Fleet, the Revenge, and the Navy, and then battles on foot on the black sand beach.

Something something wherever the enemy took Stede to torture him was also the same island Ed ended up on PFFFF. So, something something Stede somehow gets free, be it through his own devices or his crew, and they all start battling it out.

And ED is of course in the fray as well, especially pissed if he hears what they did to Stede.

Annnnd it leads to yet another reunion, ie them fighting to each other on the black sands. And I really, really, REALLY cannot express how badly I want them to fight to each other just to strongly kiss the moment they make it.

Annnnnndd then okay lol the CAVE. I'm thinking that one or both of them sustain injuries, or maybe just have to go and hide out somewhere since they're both VERY much wanted by the enemy. Something something them having to tend to each other and also having emotional conversations/talking it through, mixed in with more kisses.

Annnnnnnnnnd something something they all manage to fend off the enemy...*Buttons voice* FER NOW...

Episode 8. I think this episode would start off very unassuming. Like, the crews have won their battle, and go on to celebrate/recuperate. Maybe this is where they end up at Jackie's, and Ed gets to do those Soft Eyes, because he feels better and safe and IN LOVE. And so maybe things will be a bit easy-going and romantic to start off with.

Remember the friggin lighthouse. Something something "major romantic moment between two key characters." Something something WHAT IF ED AND STEDE HAVE A MAJOR ROMANTIC MOMENT IN THE LIGHTHOUSE HERE. would they be insane enough to do a proposal or something equivalent idk. i think i wouldn't make it to the other side if that was the case.

and if it's not a full proposal, even a deep declaration like stede going "i'll be by your side forever. if you'll have me" would just be hsfkshfskljkladhalkjhdfklgd.

But of course lol, OF COURSE, SILLY LITTLE PIRATE SHOW WILL PROBABLY END WITH SILLY LITTLE PIRATE PROBLEMS.

So, I would not be surprised if some SHIT goes down at the end of episode 8, maybe even leaving Ed and Stede separated again. Or at least putting them up against very very high stakes.

...

*GASPS FOR AIR* LMAO. I know I'm not even accounting for everything we've seen here. I know there are still elements like LUCIUS, the other couples, Anne and Mary, and some other little tidbits we've seen. But this is just what my brain Cooked. THIS IS WHERE WE ENDED UP SHDJKS.

And it'll be very very interesting to see what actually happens.

SEE Y'ALL IN LESS THAN A MONTH HSDJKS

[thousand-winters]

Pal, I hope the cats are doing well!! I have fanfic questions for you! 5, 7, 20, 27, 36, 48, ok I gotta stop there's too many good questions haha

Hi, friend!!! They're very good, they have been cuddling on my bed these past week because it has been so incredibly cold, so they're living their best lives haha. I hope you and your cats have been doing as well as you possibly can, given the circumstances 💖

It does have some amazing questions, it's hard to decide what to pick when it comes to asking. But let's get into that haha.

5. How many wips do you have?  What fandoms/pairings are they for?

... Oh, boy. Let me count them, haha. There's...

4 I have pending for Dadrius week (crying, by the time I'm done with that, it's going to be the next Dadrius week, surely). Do I count the two multichapters I have going on? I'm not going to, just to give myself some grace ahaha.

For MP100 I have one silly little idea for Reigen's birthday, one Dimple centric fic that I'm struggling for my life with because his interactions with Reigen keep coming out flirty, one silly Terumob inspired in a Mean Girls song, and the "Reigen pulls an Eda" fic. I technically have more but shhhh, only picking the ones I have faith in. So that's another 4.

And then finally for Saiki K I have vampire Kaido that I need to finish for Halloween but we'll see what the gods say about it, the Aren intervention™️ that I might turn shippy out of spite, and then Hairo getting burnt out. So 3, surprisingly not that much yet. I'm refraining from any Teruhashi ideas because I know I'm not gonna shut up with her.

That gives me a total of 11 things without counting multichapters I have to update. Not too bad. I think. Help me LMAO.

7. Post a snippet from a wip.

Reigen pauses all of his movements and looks up from his game, one eyebrow raised. “Unless… you really like my company, I guess.” Dimple huffs. As if.  “In your dreams.” “More like my nightmares.” “You would be lucky to have me in your nightmares.”

Why does it sound flirty. Am I going crazy. Help.

20. Do you prefer writing AUs or canon fics?

Canon fics, I think. I like exploring the possibilities and it's honestly less of a headache to have certain things about the characters already established rather than to have to think about how a new background has shaped their life haha.

I really, really enjoy AUs, but in terms of what's easier, canon is always good to play with, especially when it's a fandom in which there's a lot to explore and usually that's the case.

27. What area of writing do you feel strongest in?

Mmmm... the sequence of events, if that makes sense? Like I'm generally good at picturing how one thing gets from one point to the other, which might not say much about the way in which I actually write it when it comes down to it, but I do think it's important to have a grasp on how you get from point A to point B, and I think I'm good at that. If it ever feels rushed, that's a problem of my descriptions and redaction, not the plan in my head, I believe haha.

36. What fic are you proudest of?

The stars too, they tell of spring returning continues being my baby. I've been re-reading it in the hopes I can get back to it soon and oof. I went off with that one, it has a good amount of tension and it doesn't stall too long in unnecessary bits in my opinion? I don't know, I just like it. I did start writing the next chapter, it's just a matter of time, we'll get there!!!

48. Who is your favorite character to write for?  Has this changed since you’ve started writing for that fandom?

Darius Deamonne my beloved. I do think I need to make him a bit bitchier haha, I have made him far too soft lately, and while I do believe he's a sucker for his loved ones, he's also a bitch in the best of ways. But anyway, this says your favorite and not the one you write the best so I stand by the fact it's Darius, he's just fun in all of his little complexities, his snarkiness and his softness and his vulnerability. I love him madly.

My favorite to write for used to be Hunter, for sure. Now with him I think it was in part because he's easy. He's so terribly traumatized that I always joke with my friends that you can project some things on him and chances are it'll stick because he has all the issues in the world, poor tang haha.

Thanks for the questions, friend!!! From this ask game

[giggly-moon]

I HAVE MADE A THIRD EPIC OC!!! his name is Sage and i love him dearly. and i am VERY SORRY that most of this is just Angst i physically couldn’t think of many non-angsty stuff for him LMAO

Sage is fully mortal unlike the other two, and is a medic on the ship. he’s a very nervous, fidgety, stressed out and easily frightened guy, and not the most social. he spends most of his time below deck working.

tends to try to avoid a lot of the crew’s shenanigans because he’s such an easy target for pranks, the others will sneak up on him or hide around a corner to scare him all the time because it’s funny to watch him freak out

one of the only physical features of his that i can vividly visualize is that he has semi-log very curly hair that he usually keeps tied back, which is honestly always a bit of a mess, with quite a few gray hairs already forming (elpenor will poke fun at him and call him old as a joke because of it, but it’s just because of stress)

he was a regular soldier when he joined the war and was a very skilled fighter as well, but due to a terrible accident that happened during the war that left him fatally injured, he was unable to properly fight afterwards. he was probably the closest Odysseus ever came to losing one of his men during the war

the injuries themselves happened after they had been attacked and he was crushed under fallen rubble, and he was stuck there unable to move for a while until he was found and the rubble was removed, revealing him as a broken and bloodied heap on the ground. he spent a long time in recovery, the healers all saying it was a miracle he even survived (maybe it was divine intervention, who knows)

because of this it’s become a bit of an unspoken rule on the ship that if you’re gonna pull a prank on Sage then never, ever do something that makes him unable to move his limbs because he Will have a genuine panic attack

even though he wasn’t able to properly fight anymore, he was still determined to be of use in other ways, like training to become a medic as his primary job. he also does other tasks like cleaning weapons and mending clothes, stuff like that

he has a lot of big scars leftover from his injuries, they’re most prominent on his legs, arms, shoulder, chest, and the side of his face around his temple. sometimes the pain from the injuries will flare up again, or he’ll have some difficulty moving around

his mother was also a medic/herbalist and taught him a lot of basic stuff even before he started his medical training, which is why she named him Sage. they have a very… complicated relationship, she loves him and he loves her but she’s to blame for a lot of his anxiety issues

has a pretty close relationship with Eurylochus, i feel like he was probably the one that rescued Sage from the rubble, which makes it all the more sad when Sage ends up dying to Scylla

also forms a very unlikely friendship with Enne, despite being freaked out by them at first. Enne gets injured a lot and Sage doesn’t like just leaving people injured even if they say it’s fine, so he’ll offer to patch them up and in return Enne will bring him different herbs and medical supplies he otherwise would have difficulty getting

[miniimapp]

Random Robaire Headcanons

Gen ;; Fluff - Headcanons

Warnings ;; None ??

Proofread + Edited ;; HA.

Auth. Note ;; WELCOME TO DAY 6 OF THE 4*TOWN CHRISTMAS COUNTDOWN !!

Isn't it so exciting how we've already got this far ?? We're a quarter of the way there already !! Bit short today, I haven't had much time to write this lmao

Enjoy !! <3

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Robaire prefers pepsi over coke and that is final

Specifically he prefers pepsi max but you can get him a regular and he'll be fine with it

Mans will literally hiss at coke

If a restaurant doesn't sell it ?? Best pack your things lads,, looks like it's take away and fridge pepsi tonight

Not kidding,, Ro will physically fight anyone who badmouths his beloved

Jesse staged an intervention

He tried to get Robaire to drink a sip of coke by putting it in a glass

He failed miserably..

Mans spat that shit out as soon as it touched his tongue

How tf Ro knew the difference that quickly no one will ever know

None of the other members had ever seen Robaire act so betrayed and angry at anything

Jesse made the mistake of saying that pepsi and coke taste the same anyway and if anything coke would be the one that tastes better

My man didn't realise he'd sentenced himself to public execution with that one

Cue an unnecessary, overdramatic "fight" between 2 band/theatre kids

I'm being dead serious when I say that pepsi vs coke is the only real argument Robaire and Jesse have ever had

It was heated too

Tae was literally going around asking if the band was breaking up

T went round telling people his parents were getting divorced

Z was.. honestly idk what Z was doing because I feel like he went ghost as soon as this "debate" started

Eventually the boy's came to a truce

The argument is still referred to as The Great Cola Battle

I have a feeling Robaire used to be in a band (an actual band with instruments and shit) before 4*TOWN

They kicked him out because if they wanted to make it big they needed a lead singer who fit their image

Well look who made it big and who's still promoting their CDs to their own family !!

He also used to be in every single music group his school had to offer (which wasn't many but oh well)

From choir to afterschool jams to jazz band to the orchestra,, if you can name it, Robaire was in it lmao

Ro also fucking loves Beyonce and Britney Spears

If he wasn't in 4town you know he'd be one of beyonces backup dancers

Ain't no questions about it

That man has a Beyonce song for every fucking occasion

Karaoke nights ?? Ro is singing one of his favourite songs by her

If he didn't have the voice of an angel istg the other guys would've beat him up at some point

Okay not really because then they'd have to beat up Jesse and his t swizzle addiction too and then they'd be without parents

Speaking of karaoke nights,, Ro started the tradition of a 4*TOWN bros night every saturday night

They mainly play just dance and do karaoke but.. yknow..bro time lmao

Robaire really cares about the relationships within the group though,,

He knows they all have their go to people for different things but he wants them all to be close

He views the guys as brothers and maintaining their close relationship is v important to him

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Hope you enjoyed !! <3

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Warrior Cats Chronological Liveblogging Part 1 - Dawn of the Clans - The Sun Trail - Prologue & Chapter 1

Prologue

Oh Warrior cat's prologues, how I hate thee. But that's not unique to Warriors. I find that prologues are often a huge turn-off. Starting a story with a bunch of vaguery is an easy way to disengage me. But maybe this one will exceed my expectations?

So far, yes, actually! It's doing a good enough job setting up a situation that'll be immediately relevant, and giving us some fanservice in the form of an appearance from Lion's Roar and Half-Moon! Fun.

Half-Moon gets our first divine intervention: a bright glowing sunlight that only she can see. This apparently means, according to her, that she needs to fracture her group, and send a bunch of people away, so that they won't starve. Amazing and coherent logic as always, Warriors...

Also she's still simping for Jay's Wing lmao. Bitch his fucking soul is time traveling or some shit.

...Okay, probably she gets to spend time in the afterlife with him in the time before he reincarnates, but I'm not sure they ever confirm that explicitly. So. Sad.

Chapter 1

Here we meet our POV character, Gray Wing. Lame name for a main character, honestly, compared to the others. Not to mention that we see his name RIGHT after seeing the name Jay's Wing, and I bet that caused someone out there to conflate the two.

...Unless he's another reincarnation of Jay's Wing, which would be hilarious, but also not make sense, so it's definitely not the case. It's such a stupid idea that I'm almost proud of it though.

First mention of Clear Sky! I remember him being the most interesting character of the part of the arc that I got through as a kid (first ~three books or so?), slipping in and out of a hyper-violent psychosis or something- though I feel like we don't see any of that this book.

Not a fan of how this initial scene characterizes them. It sets Grey Wing up as some kind of ahead-of-his-time good guy, by having him adhere to a standard of unselfishness that would become a formal rule in the decades to come. Meanwhile, Clear Sky gives us a hint of his dark side, being put out by his brother's insistence that they give away their catch.

Grey Wing insists that they'll be fine, because they're the best hunters in the tribe- but in that case, they could bring back whatever they catch next... I mean, I get that there are legitimately cats that need it more, starving kittens and all, but I don't think it's invalid for Clear Sky to want to eat the food he caught, and I'm annoyed that it's being used as a way of hinting at him being evil. I think that moral systems that villainize the absence of good actions rather than the presence of bad ones are prone to asking far too much of people.

...I mean, you could argue that it isn't actually hinting at any of that about these characters at all, and I'm reading into it too much, especially considering that Clear Sky relents easily, and that Grey Wing thinks that his brother knows this is the right thing to do. But then, this scene would be somewhat pointless. So.

And now this hawk that was described as scrawny is described as huge. Grey Wing says "it wont feed every cat". Implying that it comes anywhere close to doing so... maybe? I think??? Most of the cats in the clan proceed to get one bite. Top tier descriptions Erins! Not confusing at all. It's a minor problem, sure, but I fear this will be a reoccurring issue now that I'm old enough to notice such things while reading.

Bright Stream is introduced, and immediately shown to be a love interest for clear sky.

Followed... by... a sex joke...????? A really heavily veiled one, because these books are ostensibly for kids, but it's still slightly more risqué than usual.

Half-Moon tells everybody that they should leave because she's dreamed of a place full off sunlight. Grey Wing thinks that's stupid. Clear Sky thinks that sounds great. Bright stream is unsure, but immediately gets judgy over the idea that Clear Sky might go without her, rather than continuing to suffer the cold and starvation...

And that's the end of chapter one.

Back to masterpost.

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Woke up at around 5:10 am and we were finally at our destination in Ternate, Cavite. All of us registered and signed a waiver before hiking (anxiety level spiked for a sec hahaha), and watched an 8-minute video about Mt. Palay-Palay-Mataas-na-Gulod where Pico de Loro is situated. After watching the video, all I can say is hands down to the efforts of DENR for protecting this mountain and for giving the community opportunities and livelihood. Also remembered my forester friends - Rye, Franet, and Dids - your job is awesome!

We began the hike when the light finally shone upon the fields lol around 5:40 am I think. We literally just started but the number of ascent we already did? Uhmmmm??? HAHAHA. I don't know why but I didn't expect that many assaults lol. I obviously should've 'cause it's a fvckin' mountain! Anyways, there were 9 stations to pass before reaching the summit. Chie and I were just at the 2nd station but it already felt like the 9th, like forever. We were already gasping for air and our muscles were already feeling the strain. The path was really steep but thanks to the intervention of stairs made of stacked rocks, the climb became more convenient. Thangs are already going on inside my head like "Susuko na ba? Kaso sayang naman binayad namin. Shet," lmao. That went on and on until we reached stations 4 and 5. I mean, we're halfway there! But I told Chie to just inform me if he doesn't wanna carry on any longer 'cause he's surprisingly having a harder time. We were explicitly told during the orientation, there's no shame in quitting, there's courage in quitting. And I loved that. I held onto that HAHAHA.

Honestly speaking, there's almost no chance to *intimately* bond with the other joiners. We've had conversations but of course we're more focused on our own steps, catching our own breaths, and on reaching the summit. In the few conversations we had, I discovered that our organizers are a group of journalists and cameramen from different stations like UNTV and CNN. During the hike, they told us about their policies specifically "Tulong Muna, Bago Balita." They were trained to do rescue operations during disasters and they told us some gore stories they covered which required them to respond on the field. They're really interesting people with exciting jobs aaand I sadly didn't get to know all their names haha. At times like that, I just wish I had more powerful social skills to actually know more about them :<

Photos from Breaking Borders

There were a lot of times during the hike that one really had to psych himself up to actually finish it. I mean, I pep talked myself a hundred times. Mindset ba, mindset >u< Other members of our group with advanced trekking experiences, especially our eco tour guides were also very encouraging to us beginners. And man, my rented trekking pole. What a life saver! I had no idea how helpful it can be! Seriously, get one if you plan to hike. Anyways, they told us to not push ourselves too hard, to take a break and hydrate ourselves, to take it one step at a time. Our guide, Kuya Ariel, even offered to carry our bags for us to lessen our sufferings lmao. He also literally supported Chie and I in climbing some of the most complex parts of the trail. He's such a sweet and caring dude, seriously. I wish him all the good things in life haha.

And then finally... The summit. I was there, on top of the world (chour) and found myself already worrying about descending the mountain HAHAHAHA. Seriously though, I had to shake my head a little bit to halt the anxiety and remind myself to just savour the moment, the sudden rush and whistles of wind, clashing of colors of the vast ocean below and the greens along the horizon, the faint sound of birds, just nature really, and my little triumph of conquering the top... Just for a moment. I sat on a rock and drank my water. Told Chie how beautiful it was. I've been longing for this for months already, and now it's in front of me. Sooo picturesque. It was a warm embrace after a very exhausting climb. The lack of thoughts during my quick stay on the summit is a bit disturbing though. Idk, did I expect myself to have some existentialism slash stoical momintss while on the summit? Maybe I did HAHAHA. Meanwhile, Chie was so worried about the strong winds XD We did photo ops and I thought dannggg I really don't know how to pose, do I? Lol.

We then began to descend after an hour or so because the second batch of hikers are almost on the summit too. It was ofc still a struggle to descend. Apparently, what we did was "back trail". We just went again on the same path, same slopes, did the same climb but backwards lol. We were able to finish the descent around 12 noon already and so after we washed ourselves, our group found a lomi and goto batangas place near Kaybiang tunnel, and we all ate our hearts out.

All in all, it was such a proud moment for me. I really wanted to do it, to experience it. I often remember my mom. She would tell me stories about Ninang Susan, her friend who loved adventures - hiking among others. And mama would tell me she also wanted to experience those but didn't get the chance to.

Mama, I did it! It's just one mountain though, my first one! But I did ittttt. You've always been worried about my health, my body. Well, it's still intact! XD And although I still have insecurities about it, I wanna take this time and appreciate my currently sore body that brought me closer to the sky, closer to you.

For I am a part of you, we conquered it together, Ma. My heart is actually happy. I hope you saw me on top of the parrot's peak up there!

[thisselflovecamebacktome]

I know I keep saying this in tags, but I’m going to put my thoughts out there about the presale today.

First of all, everyone is free to feel how they feel. It was a complete clusterfuck and my heart goes out to every fan involved because you all deserved so much better. Having only been through a similar experience once (Adele’s last Australian tour) and having been one of the lucky ones who got tickets even in that instance, I know how emotionally draining it is and I’m sorry it happened.

I also agree that while the majority of the blame falls with Ticketmaster and US laws, there are definite questions I have for all sides involved (both in terms of the presale itself and outside influences), especially given other artists have apparently been able to minimise this kind of thing. It has also unfortunately reinforced to me that the only way this is ever going to stop without legal intervention is if people stop buying resold/otherwise price hiked tickets, which, unfortunately I don’t see happening.

What I do not necessarily agree with is that this means that all international presales will go the same way. Now I will make it clear that I can only give confirmation/solace of this to Australian fans (or other fans coming to our shows I guess) because I do not know the laws in other countries, but I can promise Australian fans that, bar any major unexpected law changes, we will not have the same fuckery happen to us. Yes, we may be in line a long time and yes we may miss out on tickets, but our anti scalping laws literally make it illegal for scalpers to resell a ticket for more than 10% of the price. So while I am well aware that there is a price difference between US and international stage prices, there is absolutely no way that there will be mass tickets sold for $10K - $20K like what I am hearing is happening in the US atm. I can also say that using the system we have now (no boosts, maybe a code for presales), I have gone to dozens if not over a hundred concerts in the past decade and never missed out, even when Ticketek/Ticketmaster is being faulty. You just need to be open to getting nosebleeds and honestly yeah, you need to take the day off to be online at the time it starts and click that link right on the time (in saying that, Adele and Bruno are the only acts I’ve had to be on for hours for historically, like even Taylor’s other shows I got straight on, but like to be safe take the day off lmao). Like I promise you, we’ll be alright.

Again though, my heart really goes out to US fans right now and I’m praying for International fans that it doesn’t go the same way and for US fans that your Capital One and general sales go better.

[call-sign-shark]

I swear I've never clicked so fast on a fic update. Let alone the surprise of Heaven making another cameo. Like, wanna kill me with your kindness? My day started so bad, with a tummy ache and ED kicking in and here your post came like a gift from the skies. 😊

First of all Brummie, let me congratulate you for this incredible chapter, whose "quieter" nature only enhances the tension we, as readers, feel. As you describe Tommy and Y/N's relationship getting better and being filled with fluffy moments -- despite the small hints of Tommy's flaws still being there, you manage to instill a gripping and frightening tension that keeps building until the very end of the chapter. I knew he was going to snap, but I didn't know when, which makes this chapter even more terrifying that the one with the chase. But that's personal because I'm really sensitive to psychological horror!

What is utterly tragic in this is that, somehow, we can't help but wish for Tommy's change being for good even if we know it's not. Nevertheless, I do wonder if it was 100% part of manipulation or if he genuinely tried to make a few efforts -- in his own twisted way I guess. I particularly think about the first scene, with Y/N telling him to stop when they are making out and, despite everything it takes for him to do that, he recoils and waits for her consent. Nevertheless, this rendered the sex scene even more powerful and certainly even more arousing for Tommy because his wife really wants him. Still talking about fuzzy moments being tainted with frightening details is the one when Tommy goes saving the fawn but whispers "I did that for her bloody benefit, not yours". Honestly, your small additions are BRILLIANT. We can really feel his lack of empathy sipping through your words, which contrasts with how he acts with Y/N.

The dress scenes were perfect, and they created a beautiful echo of the earliest chapters of your exquisite work. If I remember well, Tommy already got bothered by her dress on their wedding day and it was how it all started? You can't imagine my smirk when, even trying to do his best, he still suggested a very stern dress for her // the seller's intervention was perfect, and honestly, I just could feel Tommy fuming.

AH HE MADE HER PREGNANT, THE BASTARD. Even if I can understand to, some extent, that it was quite common for men to act like this in the Peaky Blinders' era, it's absolutely disgusting how his desire of impregnating her does not come only from wanting children but to better control her. He knows that she'd be forever linked to her and will never leave, because she'd be too worried for the kid's well-being. That's pure horror (and this is sadly realistic). Honestly, I felt so bad for Y/N who started to feel guilty about getting an abortion on Tommy's back but, somehow, might have changed her mind and given him a child if she hadn't discovered the frightening truth: I was as mortified as her at the discovery she did: what the fuck? Tommy did stalk her since he return from France? That's some creepy shit considering they didn't get married right after. And the sedatives prescribed for her mother... Why? Why does he do this? And did Tommy discover what is wife was planning? Oh my god I hope not, because otherwise I fear for her.

Now let me tell you... First of all, THANK YOU from the bottom of my heart and soul for that second cameo of little Heaven. I completely forgot about it and I literally jumped from my bed to grab my laptop when I saw the tag lmao. So yeah, first lemme thank you to add her to the family events. It felts so natural, and I can never say no to a scene featuring the Peaky women. 🖤 But let's talk about the cameo itself: It was just exceptional. Brilliant. Fantastic. Not only it is so true to the character that I swear to God I'm sure her real creator, but it's also such a clever literary trick. This part:

"Chasseur (Hunter)" Heaven said taking a sip of her red wine looking at Tommy above the glass as a smirk played on her lips. || "Does it sound familiar, Thomas?"

This part got me giggling hysterically. Good thing I wasn't at the gym lmao. From the way she just stares at Tommy, sipping on her red wine all the while taunting him was chilling. She even called him "Thomas", which is such a freakin' touching detail because she never calls him "Tommy" when she talks to him. The use of the nursery Cerf, Cerf almost made me teared up with excitement. As a horror fan, I love nursery rhymes because they can have something really creepy. Moreover, this is something I used to sing with my dad when I was a kid! Moreover, the way you used it in your chapter as a mean taunt for Tommy is just perfect. Pretty sure my whole paragraph doesn't make sense but I'm so thrilled that I'm losing my English.😭 In truth, I giggled so much and I was like "OHHH THAT'S MY LOVELY WITCH BITCH". Also, Arthur's portrayal in this part was so on point. From him trying to hide his smirk at Tommy's anger to the reaction to his wife's antics it was *chief kiss*

Brummie, what a hell of a ride that was. When I finished reading, I let out a long exhale 'cause I almost stopped breathing during the whole chapter. I can't wait for the next and final part of this awe-inspiring series. Is she going to flee? Is he going to die? Is she going to be trapped forever? Is she going to die? I have far too many questions buzzing in my mind, but I'll patiently wait for the updates. I already told you but Killing Me Softly is literally one of my fav series ever. Hence, having two cameos of Heaven in it warms my heart. Thank you so much babe. And thank you for sharing your talent with us.🖤

PREVIOUS PART

Killing Me Softly (PART NINE/ DARK!TOMMY)

Summary: As Tommy continues to try and change for the better, you end up deceiving him by keeping some recently learnt news from his knowledge. How long will you be able to hide your secret before Tommy finds out? And has he truly changed?

Warnings: Language, smut, fluff, angst, psychological mind games, toxic marriage, Dark!Tommy (this is a dark fic, please read the warnings before continuing)

Authors note: There will be another little cameo from my lovely mutual @call-sign-shark OC, Heaven in this chapter. The song Heaven teaches Y/N is a french nursery rhyme called "Dans sa maison un grand cerf". I can't recommend you enough to go and check out her amazing series "Heaven in You Eyes" the last chapter had me in tears!

"Hey you" Tommy said with a smile on his face as you lifted your head from his chest.

" Hi" you replied moving in closer to press your lips to his as his hand gently held onto the side of your head. "Have you been watching me sleep Tommy?" You giggled pulling away as you rested both your arms on his stomach looking up at him through your lashes.

" You caught me" he smiled as he brushed the hair from your face tucking it behind your ear, his fingers lingering on your cheek. "Beautiful" he said as his thumb traced along you jaw line taking in your delicate features.

" Even in the morning?" You flirted, as you rubbed small circles on his chest with the tip of your finger.

"Even the morning" he repeated with a smile, his mouth slightly agape as his thumb came down to gently brush across your bottom lip. Leaning forward Tommy cupped the back of your head as he pressed his lips to yours, his other hand gently stroking up and down your back as your tongues quickly intertwined in a passionate embrace.

" Y/N..." Tommy moaned your name, lifting your leg over his waist as he pushed his body into your hips, the heat rapidly rising within him, all self-control he once had quickly fading.

" Tommy maybe we should..."

"...Stop" he said reluctantly pulling away as you nodded, biting you bottom lip feeling guilty you had spurred him on.

" Ok" he replied clearing his throat as you dropped your leg from his waist, gingerly looking back at him as he pulled the covers over his body. You had both been taking things slow ever since the night Tommy got shot, the night he promised you change. And things had change. Over the past four weeks Tommy had done everything he possibly could to redeem himself. You had given him a second chance, and as the days passed Tommy had proven to you that his words were genuine, he wanted to be a better man. The only question now was, would it last?

" What time are you leaving for work?" You asked as you got up heading to the bathroom, closing your dressing gown around you as Tommy watched you walk away, his fingers tracing over the bed sheets where you had been sleeping.

"Nine" he said sitting up, brushing his hand down his face as he watched you walk in and out of his view from the bedroom.

" I was...erh, thinking" he said standing up, making his way over to you. " Why dont you come into the city with me. After i'm done with some business we can go into town for lunch" he suggested as he lit a cigarette leaning against the door frame, his eyes following your reflection in the mirror as you got dressed.

"Thomas Shelby are you peaking?" you coyed with a playful smile as you poked your head around the door, covering your upper body with your arm.

"Can you blame me?" he replied, a cheeky grin dancing on his lips as he moved his head to look around the door still restricting his view.

" Tommy..." you affectionately warned holding the door closer to your body as he relented and stepped back. " I'm supposed to be meeting Ada to pick out a dress today" you called out as you sat on the edge of bath pulling your stockings up, clasping them to the suspenders around your waist.

" A dress?" he questioned taking a drag of his cigarette as he walked over to sit on the end of the bed. Resting his arms on his knees Tommy rubbed the cigarette between his thumb and forefinger as he looked down at the ground, biting his inner cheek as he mulled over his thoughts. Walking out the bathroom now fully dressed you made your way over to your husband placing yourself between his knees, your arms wrapped around his neck as his hands came up the side of your legs, caressing small circles into your waist.

"For Polly's birthday party, remember?" you replied, as your fingers stroked the back of his neck sending a shiver of goosebumps down his body.

" Let me take you instead, hm? " he asked standing up as you giggled in response, swaying your hips in his hands as his fingers spread across your waist, settling deeper into the light fabric of your skirt.

" You want to come dress shopping with me?"

" What? You don't want your husband's help eh? he smiled as you bit your bottom lip, playfully toying out your response.

" Ok then, but no complaining" you answered as your hands moved up his arms coming to rest on his shoulders.

" Not a word" he replied as he placed a tender kiss to your lips, his hands pulling you closer as you leant into his strong hold around you, unable to stop the smile forming on the corners of your mouth. You was happy, finally.

You had spent most of the morning in the offices, talking to the receptionists whilst you waited for Tommy to finish. You couldn't escape the playful teasing of how besotted your husband was with you from the women in the room each time Tommy left his office to check on you between meetings. Every glance he would send your way, every smile that played on his lips when you looked at him through the glass of his office window made you feel like a giddy teenager again, wanting to spend every minute with him, a far cry from a few months ago.

"Then force her" he said brushing his hand down his face irritated by the conversation he was having with the other person on the phone. Quietly walking into his office Tommy sent you a smile, watching you walk around the room as you eyes skimmed over all the various books and ornaments adorning his office shelf. " Get it done, else I'll come down there and make them take it myself" he said slamming the phone down, leaning back in his chair as looked down at the the small piece of green paper in front of him.

" Who was that?" You asked as you sat between his legs on the edge of his office desk.

" Just business sweetheart" he said rubbing his hands up and down your thighs as he watched your eyes curiously dart to the piece of paper next to him.

"Sounded serious"

" It was. But nothing for you to worry about" he replied as he stood up placing the note in his jacket pocket. Cupping your cheeks in his hands, Tommy pressed his lips to yours. " Been wanting to do that all morning" he said as he pulled away.

" Then why didn't you?" You asked standing up, straightening out his tie.

" Can't have the ladies thinking I'm anymore besotted with you than I already am, can I? He said as a smiled creased the corners of his mouth.

" You heard?" You said, feeling the heat rise in your face as your cheeks blushed in embarrassment at the thought of Tommy overhearing a bunch of women gossiping.

" Everything" he chuckled as he took your hand leading you to the door. " Come on, let's go find you that dress"

It had been almost an hour since you and Tommy entered the dress shop in downtown Birmingham, the most expensive one in the city, he had insisted. Standing up Tommy walked over to the shop window taking a drag of his cigarette as he took out his pocket watch, clearing his throat as his eyes widened at how long you had been in there.

" Jesus..." he said quietly as he placed his watch back into his tailored waist coat.

" I'm sorry" you apologised putting your hands on his shoulders, stroking down his back as he turned around to face you. "She's gone to get a dress from storage" you said as he looked down at you.

" No wonder you ladies come in twos" he chuckled as he brushed his hand down your arm whilst you looked back at all the gowns lying on top of the counter. "I'm afraid I won't be much help darling" he said, unable to hold back his smile at the frustrated expression on your face.

" I just...I don't like any of them. Maybe I should just borrow one of Ada's" you said looking around the shop as you bit the corner of your lip.

" Come on, let's go have a look" he said taking your hand as he led you over to a rack of evening gowns." This one's nice " he said pulling out a black gown.

" Ohh um, yeh it's lovely" you said as you tilted your head at the gown in his hand. High neckline, short sleeves with a lace finish. A dress more suited for a woman your mother's age.

" Oh no no no Mr Shelby" the seller said walking over with another gown under her arm, quickly putting back the one in Tommy's hand. " A woman as beautiful as your wife should be wearing a gown to match" she divulged as she showed you the one in her hand.

"Ohh wow" you said brushing your hand over it, your face lighting up at the silver sequinned dress now in front of you "Tommy?" You questioned, looking back to your husband as he reached his hand out, moving his thumb along the low cleavage.

" Nobody will be able to take their eyes off her" the seller insisted pulling out the hem of the dress as the sun beamed through the windows, reflecting off each small silver sequin sewn into it. Clearing his throat Tommy tilted his head as he looked over the dress again his fingers brushing over the thin straps looped through the hanger.

" It's just a dress" you said as you tried to reassure him, noticing how uncomfortable he had become.

" Just a dress..." He repeated as he looked back to you then the owner of the shop. " Whatever my wife wants" he said letting go of the gown placing his cigarette back between his lips.

" Perfect" the owner responded as she walked off to box it up.

" Thank you" you expressed turning to face your husband as you placed your hands on his chest. Taking a drag of his cigarette Tommy looked down at you his eyes lingering on yours until, without saying another word he brushed past you, walking to the counter.

" I'll wear something else for Polly's birthday, I'll take the dress back tomorrow" you said turning to face your husband as you drove back to Arrow House, worried you had pushed him too far.

" You don't like it anymore?"

" I do. You don't like it Tommy" you replied as he let out a sigh, griping the steering wheel tighter.

" I like it Y/N, it's just..." he said as he tried to find the right words. Stopping the car, Tommy turned to face you cupping your cheeks in his hands. " I'm a jealous man darling. I don't like when other men look at you the way they do. I know what they're thinking sweetheart, and it's nothing good"

" Tommy, you're my husband. Let them think what they want, the only man I'm going home with is you, the only man I want is you" you said as you placed a kiss to his lips your hand softly cupping around his jaw. Pulling away you was met with your husband smiling back at you, his eyes glistening at your words of devotion and loyalty.

" Right, let's get back home eh?" he said with a proud grin on his face as something in the corner of your eye grabbed your attention.

" Oh god, Tommy look! The poor thing" You said as he was about to start the car when you opened the door and jumped out.

"Y/N! " Tommy shouted as he opened the drivers side door, running our after you. " Y/N, stop!" He yelled as he caught up to you grabbing you by the arm, pulling you into him as you was about to step into a pond at the side of the road.

" Tommy we need to help it!" you said as you looked up at him then back to the small fawn caught in the fencing on the opposite side of the water.

" Don't ever run off like that again!" Tommy shouted breathlessly, holding your back firmly in his hand as panic over took him, his grip on you tightening.

" I'm sorry...i'm sorry" you sobbed looking up at him as your hands rested on his chest, his heart rapidly beating under your fingers. Running his hand down his mouth Tommy looked over to the trapped animal then around the pond in front of him.

" We can't help it Y/N" he said as he started to remove his gun from its holster.

" Tommy no, wait!" You pleaded as you grabbed his hand lowering the gun." I'll go through the pond to get to it "

" It's too dangerous, we don't know how deep it is " he said as he raised his gun again.

" Please Tommy, it's just a baby" you replied as you looked back to the small animal and it's mother watching on from within the tree line. Looking down at you Tommy let out a sigh as he put his gun back into its holster.

" The things I do for you, eh" he gave in as he took his jacket, holster and pocket watch off handing them to you. " Stay there " he commanded as he rolled his shirt sleeves up, placing his pocket knife between his teeth as he waded into the water.

You watched on as Tommy reached the opposite side of the bank, slowly approaching the small fawn trapped within the fencing. Taking his knife, Tommy started cutting around the wire fencing loosening the animal free." I did that for her bloody benefit not yours, go on" he muttered under his breath as he lightly tapped the side of the animal, watching it run off back into the forest. Relief washing over you, you watched as your husband made his way back through the water, a small giggle escaping your lips when he nearly slipped on the rocks below him.

"That funny, eh?" He said as he approached the edge of the pond with his hand out for you to help him up.

" I'm sorry I couldn't help it...Tommy no!" You screamed as he pulled you in with him, both of you crashing into the water together as you held onto him.

" Look at me! " you said standing up, brushing your hands down your soaking clothes, the sound of Tommy laughing only angering you more.

" I'm looking sweetheart" he flirted as he looked down at your drenched clothes hugging tightly against your body. Playfully hitting his chest you bit your bottom lip as you too looked down at his strong body visible through his soaked shirt.

" Come on, c'mere " he said wrapping his arms around your waist as he pressed a kiss to your lips, the heat quickly rising within you both as your tongues brushed against eachother, desire coursing through your bodies.

Stumbling through the bedroom door your hands were all other one another, lips desperately clinging onto each other.

" You sure?" Tommy said breathlessly pulling away as he looked down at you. Nodding you crashed your lips back onto his, both of you frantically removing each others wet clothing as he walked you backwards to the bed.

" Fuck Y/N..." Tommy groaned as he pushed his hard length into you, scrunching his eyes shut at the feeling of your warm heat engulfing him. " I've missed you" he moaned into the side of your face as his hand brushed over your nipple cupping your breast in his palm.

" I've missed you too" you said just as he caught your lips again, brushing his tongue over yours as he rocked himself into you.

" Tommy..." you moaned his name as his hand came up to cup your cheek, his eyes never once leaving yours as he watched your face flush in pleasure. " I love you" you confessed as he urgently pressed his lips back onto yours, a surge of electricity coursing through his body at the three words he had been so desperate to hear freely leave your lips.

" I love you too, I love you so fucking much" he said with his lips still on yours, his movements quickening as you whined and moaned desperately into eachother mouths, unable to hold back the rising heat within yourselves.

" Don't stop, I'm so close" you cried out as you arched your back up, grinding your hips along to his rhythm. With one more thrust into you, Tommy sent you over the edge as you clung to his body, moaning his name as the pleasure he brought you to ran through your body. The sight of you coming undone had Tommy approach is release quicker than he could handle.

"Ohh fuck! Y/N...i'm gonna cum..." he moaned in lagged breaths as he grabbed hold of your waist looking down at himself moving in and out of you, your wetness coating his throbbing length.

"Tommy wait, pull out!" you told him as you pushed down on his shoulders. So enthralled in his own pleasure your words went ignored as Tommy resisted your movements, grunting as he took your hands, pinning them above your head, releasing his arousal into you with a loud primal groan. Coming down from his high Tommy's grip on your wrists loosened as he finally looked down at you. Beads of sweat clung to his face as he furrowed his brow in confusion, his eyes searching yours for an explanation.

"Tommy?" You said as you reached your hand up to his cheek, the sudden change of expression on his face unnerving you. Pushing your hand away Tommy pulled out of you as he looked down at his release spilling out of you onto the bed sheets.

" Don't want my child then?" he said as laid down beside you, resting his forearm across his head.

" I do Tommy, I do" you assured him as you turned to face.

" Can't bring yourself to carry my baby inside of you, is that it?" he scoffed as he clenched his jaw refusing to meet your eyes.

" What...no, its not like that at all. I want to have a child with you Tommy, I do. But we've only just gotten to a good place. I just want it to be the two of us for a while" you said as you mentally scolded yourself for not being more open with him about the subject. " Please, don't be like this, I'm sorry ok. I love you" you said moving yourself closer to him, your chest resting on his. Sighing Tommy turned to face you as his hand came up to play with the hair loosely framing your face.

" I want you to bare my children Y/N. But I'll wait, ok? He said as he held firmly onto your chin. "I'll wait until you're ready" nodding you nervously looked up at him as his thumb started to dig into your skin.

" I'm just gonna go clean..."

" No. Stay with me"

" But..."

" Nobody gets pregnant just like that darling, plus it's a little too late to do anything about it" Tommy chuckled as he pulled you down back into his chest. " You're tired, come on let's sleep" he said as he settled further into the bed his arm gripping tightly around you.

One month later...

"Darling we need to leave" Tommy called out from the foyer, as you stood up from the toilet having just thrown up the contents of your stomach.

" I'm coming" you said pushing the strands of hair away from your face as you approached the sink, bringing a handful of water to your lips. Looking at your self in the mirror you straightened out your dress, as your hand nervously came to rest over your stomach, tears threatening to escape your eyes at the predicament you had found yourself in. You wasn't ready for this, you hadn't even told Tommy about the little secret you had been hiding from him for the past week. You had contemplated going to a doctor, in the hopes he would refute your suspicions but Tommy knew every doctor in the county. Instead you got hold of an address of a woman who lived in London. A midwife that also gave help and advice to women who wanted to prevent pregnancy and terminate it, help she offered you when she confirmed your pregnancy after a simple examination. How long could you keep this from him? And why hadn't you told him? As the questions relentlessly rang in your ears, you kept coming to the same answer, you was scared. Scared he would slip into his old ways, that his cruel torment would return. Now carrying his child, the fear only magnified. Shaking off the unpleasant thoughts you opened your bedroom door and made way down the stairs, your hand brushing along the banister as Tommy turned around to look at you.

" So how do I look?"

" Beautiful Y/N, you're beautiful" he said brushing his thumb down your cheek as he looked you over, his eyes glancing down at your exposed cleavage.

" It's not too much?"

" No, no" he said as he pinched his bottom lip, his eyes lingering on yours until you closed the gap between you, pressing a small kiss to his lips.

"Shall we go?" You said linking you arm with his as you leaned into his strong frame.

" Bring my car around" Tommy said looking to one of the young servants dutifully waiting by the door.

"Yes Mr Shelby. Good evening Mrs Shelby" he smiled nodding to you as he walked off. Scoffing Tommy watched as the young man walked outside, his jaw quickly tightening. Did he just look down your cleavage? Tommy brooded as paranoia slowly overtook him, his patience hanging on by a thread.

" It's cold outside" Tommy said picking up your fur shawl from behind you, placing it around your shoulders as he brought the front together. Smiling up to him you clutched the shawl around you as you both stepped out the house.

" Look at my wife like that one more time, and I'll make sure you never see again" Tommy quietly warned the young man as he took the car keys from him, his hand firmly digging into his shoulder.

"Mr Shelby I didn't..."

"Tommy we're gonna be late" you called as you sat in the car waiting for him.

" Coming darling" he said letting go, his eyes darkening as he stared the young servant down one last time.

Polly's party was in full swing, half of small heath was crammed into the small pub for the celebration, a celebration Polly refused to call a birthday party. Arthur had to coax her into simply blowing out her birthday candles. All hopes of her celebrating her birthday were finally lost when her Arthur started giving a drunken speech on her behalf, which she and everyone else stopped listening to after the first word. Sitting down next to Polly, Ada and Heaven you slowly sipped on the champagne in your hand, feeling its effect already.

" You look happy" Polly said turning to face you, a lit cigarette in her fingers as she nodded in the direction of her nephew sitting at the bar.

" We are Polly" you said loudly over the music looking over to your husband, butterflies filling your stomach as he sent a smile your way. "He's really trying, it's not like before" you added as you raised the glass black to your lips, giggling as the bubbles ran down your throat.

" Hm" she hummed as she looked you over then back to Tommy. " The offer still stands love" she said looking into your eyes, her hand resting in yours as you scrunched your brow in confusion. "Right, I'm gonna go find myself a man for the night " she announced to you all as she stood up leaving the table, Ada and Heaven unable to stop the giggles leaving their lips at Polly's bluntness. Grabbing another glass of champagne you quietly sat there, as you mulled over your thoughts. Why would Polly say that? Did she think Tommy was being ingenuine? As you continued to drink your worries away, one of your husband's men approached him, whispering in his ear whilst he handed him a piece of paper, Tommy's eyes instantly darting to you, his jaw tightening at the the words entering his ear. Folding the paper in half Tommy placed it in his suit pocket as he dismissed the man standing beside him. Turning his head down to the whisky glass in his hand Tommy swirled the amber liquid around in a circle as he looked to you through hooded eyes, his teeth grinding down on eachother. He was angry, but most of all confused at the news he had just been given.

" Tommy Tommy, fucking hell you gotta see this" Arthur said laughing as he walked over to his brother putting his arm around his shoulder.

" What is it Arthur?" Tommy said his mood now soured by the information he had received.

" It's Y/N shes bloody singing" Arthur snickered, quickly covering his mouth as he looked at the unamused expression on his brothers face.

" What?" Tommy said as Arthur walked with him to your table.

" Heavens been teaching her a French song, something about a rabbit and a dear...i don't fucking know"

" Tommy!" you smiled as he approached the table, taking in your drunken state, his fingers pinching his brow as frustration mounted within him. "I've been learning French, listen"

" Y/N..." Tommy huffed, irritated by the whole situation.

" Cerf, cerf ouvre-moi ou le ( Dear dear open up, or the )..." you started to sing as you looked to Heaven, forgetting the next word.

"Chasseur (Hunter)" Heaven said taking a sip of her red wine looking at Tommy above the glass as a smirk played on her lips.

" Chasseur me tuera, lapin, lapin entre et vien, me serrer le main (Hunter will kill me, rabbit rabbit come on in, won't you shake my hand)" you giggled as Tommy's eyes quickly darted to Heaven's piercing into him. You may not have understood the lyrics but Tommy certainly did. Now glaring back at the white haired woman Tommy gripped the back of your chair, as anger began to boil within him.

" Does is sound familiar Thomas?" She said as she gracefully placed one arm over the other, a smile on her lips as she tilted her head, waiting for a response.

" Is my angel up to no good, ay?" Arthur chuckled as leant down, nuzzling a kiss into her neck.

" Y/N up, come on. You're drunk" Tommy said ignoring everyone as he lifted you up out of the chair by your arm, his eyes darting back to Heaven whose expression had quickly changed from amusement to anger.

" How much have you had to drink?" He asked as he took you to one side.

" Only a few glasses. Dance with me Tommy, like we used to do when we were young" you said wrapping your arms around his neck as you began to sway your hips. With Heavens blatant attempt to anger him Tommy's patience was wearing thin, he was seconds from snapping.

" Y/N" Tommy said as he held onto your waist stopping your movements.

"Mmm? You responded as you played with the back of his neck, pressing a quick kiss to his lips.

" Are you hiding something from me?"

" What?..no" You replied letting go of his neck finally paying him attention, the fuzzy feeling of the champagne inhibiting any notion to what Tommy could be referring to. Sighing through his nose Tommy brought his hand up to your cheek his thumb resting under your chin as his eyes glanced down to your stomach then back at you.

" We'll talk about it tomorrow" he said looking around the room as he cleared his throat ." Let's go home, you need to rest"

It was the middle of the night when you woke up nuzzled into Tommy's side, his arm tightly wrapped around you. Looking up you watched as his eyes flickered under his eyelids whilst your fingers gently stroked over the scar of his gunshot wound, the memories of the day suddenly flooding back, the day he almost died. Leaning up you pressed a kiss to his cheek, as a surge of love ran through you. You loved him, you really did, and you yet you were lying to him. You knew how much he wanted children, and here you was cruelly keeping the information from him that you was already carrying his child, the guilt was becoming too much. Sitting up you gently placed his arm down onto the bed as you grabbed your night gown. Quietly closing the door behind you, you made you way downstairs, sleep had evaded you and your thoughts had taken over, you needed a distraction. Walking into Tommy's office you turned on one of the small lights as you eyed up the shelf in front of you filled with books. Pulling one off the shelf you walked around Tommy's desk, sitting down in the large leather chair in front of it. A smile graced your lips as you turned your head to see a framed picture of you and Tommy on your wedding day. Darting your eyes back to the book in your hand, your brow scrunched as you turned in your chair once again, facing his desk and the black book sitting in front of the photo frame, the green piece of paper you saw Tommy putting in his pocket all those weeks ago poking out of it. Leaning forward you looked to the door then back at the book as you bit your bottom lip. Curiosity getting the better of you, you reached your hand out, sliding it to you as you looked at the door one last time. Pulling the piece of paper out your brow quickly furrowed at the small writing within the pages of the notebook as you tried to make sense of what the dates and times jotted down meant. " What the hell is this? you muttered to yourself as you quickly flicked through the pages until you got to the last one when your eyes widened in shock.

"10th November 1926. Lunch with Ada at the Midland Hotel. Arrived 12h39 left 14h10" it was dated from a week ago, the day you and Ada had gone into Birmingham for the afternoon. He had been following you. Suddenly feeling sick your hand came up to your mouth as panic quickly built within you. Tears started to well in your eyes as you flicked through more of the pages..." 8th November 1926. Seen leaving the corner shop on Watery Lane at 9h56, 29th October 1927. Seen talking to a man leaving the company offices at 11h56, 28th October 1926...27th, 26th, 25th...The only gap between dates was when you had ran away three months ago. Swallowing harshly you turned to the first page, "18th November 1918. Left for the market with her mother at 8h30". He had been following you since his return from France. Tears now streaming down your face, you closed the book pushing it away from you, the green piece of paper still in your hand. Shaking your head you brushed the tears from you face as you opened the small note, a gasp leaving your lips in horror at what was written. It was a prescription for Propallylonalper, in brackets...(sedative), two doses per day prescribed not to Tommy but to your very own mother.

" Y/N?" You heard Tommy call from the bottom of the stairs. Frantically wiping the tears from your eyes you folded up the piece of paper sliding it within the pages of the book, placing it back in front of your wedding photo " Darling, what are you doing down here?" he said walking into his office as you looked up at him, trying to force a smile out.

" I couldn't sleep" you said as you stood up turning away to wipe the relentless flow of tears falling down your face.

" Are you crying?" He asked approaching you as you stumbled over to the window, your legs almost buckling under you." Y/N talk to me" Tommy said concern in his voice as he turned you around.

" I, I was just looking at our wedding picture" you said glancing back it over your shoulder.

" Ok. And it's that bad it made you cry " he chuckled as he pushed your hair from your face.

" No its...we've come so far" you said as you looked down at the floor, your fingers nervously pulling at eachother.

" Come on sweetheart let's go back to bed, you need to rest. We have a lot to talk about tomorrow" Tommy said pressing a kiss to your forehead bringing you into his arms, when his eyes darted to the black book on his desk. That was no how he left it. Letting go Tommy stared down at you, his jaw clenching as anger started to quickly build within him.

" I'll be up in a minute" Tommy said as he watched you leave the room. " Ohh sweetheart, why did you have to go and ruin everything" Tommy chuckled darkly under his breath as he adjusted the position of his book. Sitting back in his chair, Tommy lit a cigarette, exhaling the fumes up to the ceiling as a wicked grin formed on his lips, his eyes darkening as a mischievous glint shone in the corner of his irises.

He was back. Had he even left?

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[maximons]

Tricks And Treats

Summary: Pietro tries to get Wanda and Y/n to finally admit their feelings for each other and takes them to a haunted house. Too bad Wanda is a full on scaredy cat...or is that exactly what is needed?

Word Count: 2,915

Genre: Fluff

Requested?: Yes

A/N: Finally back with the Fluff! Here’s that one shot I promised like a week ago lmao Happy Reading!

Halloween was for sure your favorite holiday.

You knew you were in the minority with that thought, seeing most people picked Christmas as their favorite, but you didn’t care. You always loved the time of year that came with Halloween, your birthday fell pretty close to it, you get to dress up and pretend to be someone else for a day, and it’s full on spooky season! What wasn’t there to love?

Well apparently a lot, at least according to your best friend Wanda.

For someone who’s a witch, you find it very funny that she doesn’t like the holiday.

You first met Wanda during the whole Ultron situation, back then she took on a more ‘emo’ appearance. Don’t tell anyone you said this, but you wouldn’t mind if she adopted the look again cause damn, so you just assumed Halloween and all things spooky would be for her, right?

Wrong.

You quickly learned that Wanda was not a fan of scary. You remember asking her to go see this new horror movie with you, it was your first time hanging out alone together and you just figured it’d be something she was into.

By the end of the movie, her face was buried in her knees, and she didn’t believe you when you told her the movie was over. The poor teenager working the theater was pretty annoyed with you both.

Needless to say, you didn’t bother her about anything spooky related again.

So when Pietro came to you two asking if you wanted to go to the new haunted house in town, you were beyond shocked that she agreed without a second thought.

“Uh, Wanda are you sure?” You asked, very hesitant. “I don’t know if you’ve ever been to a haunted house before, but-”

“I know what they are, Y/n.” Wanda cut you off before you finished, seeming very enthused, which confused you more. “I think it’ll be really cool!”

“Yeah...Wands, I know this group. This isn’t your typical ‘few scary decorations with the occasional light jump scare’ thing. These guys are intense.” You tried again. You didn’t know what had gotten into the witch, but you were sure she was making a mistake here.

“Y/n/n, relax. I’m not a child, I can handle myself. Trust me, okay? It’ll be great!” The bright smile on Wanda’s face was always a sight you welcomed, but it confused you in the moment. Still, you knew once her mind was set on something...let’s just say it’d be easier to find all the infinity stones than to talk her out of it.

“Alright, if you say so.” You shrugged, deciding it was best to drop the topic. Besides, she was right, Wanda’s a grown woman who can make her own choices. You just get to wait to be able to tell her that her choice was a stupid one. “So Friday night?” You asked Pietro, who nodded excitedly.

“Friday night!” He confirmed.

“Okay, cool.” You took another quick sip of your morning coffee before setting your mug down. “I gotta get ready for training. So happy to be working with Steve today instead of Nat, he’s always a walk in the park.” You said sarcastically with a roll of your eyes. “Wish me luck.” 

The twins wished you luck as you left the room to go get ready. After they were sure you were out of earshot, the witch turned to her brother. “This is your plan? Are you crazy?”

“I know, I know, but trust me, okay?” He reassured, walking to the fridge to grab himself a drink. “Y/n loves this stuff, and as she is the love of your life-”

“Whoa, whoa, I-I never said-”

“-You should experience the things that she loves to do.” Pietro finished, ignoring his sister’s intervention. “I’ll do my best to stay out of your guys’ way, and you have the whole evening to yourselves. Sounds perfect to me.”

“Yeah, until I act like a complete, how do they say, ‘spaz’ around her again.” Wanda sighed, leaning on the kitchen counter in defeat.

“You won’t. You know what kind of things to expect now. And if you do freak out, all the more reason to be by her side. She will protect you.”

Wanda looked at her brother in confusion. “I can protect my self.”

Pietro rolled his eyes playfully. “Not what I meant. You will see, sestra.”

Friday night came before you know it, and you, Wanda and Pietro were waiting in the line to buy your tickets to enter.

“Holy shit, this is a long line.” Pietro complained, causing you to chuckle.

“Not surprising. It’s the week before Halloween, weather’s nice, and this group doesn’t come to New York a whole lot. More surprised it isn’t longer actually.” You shrugged.

“Why don’t they come to New York? I thought this was one of America’s more popular states?” Wanda asked.

“It is, but ever since Loki invaded and our merry band of misfits formed, tourism and things like this have been down a whole lot.” You leaned down to get closer to Wanda’s ear. “I guess we’ve been the scary ones all along.” You joked, but Wanda was more focused on trying to calm down and forget the feeling of your breath against her ear.

“Everything alright there, Wanda?” Pietro asked after a moment, teasing smirk on his face. Before Wanda could even fire back, a voice from in front of you spoke up.

“No way! You guys are Avengers!” The group in front of you turned around, one of the guys recognized you instantly.

“Uh, yes...we are.” Wanda awkwardly stated. You knew Wanda hated fan interactions, and to be honest you weren’t a fan of these situations either. They were unpredictable. The Avengers were either beloved or despised, and you’ve been on both ends of the reaction spectrum. Wanda and Pietro, unfortunately, have seen a lot more animosity than you and the others.

Honestly, you couldn’t even fault the ones that didn’t love you guys. You weren’t ignorant and knew your battles have caused a lot of problems for a lot of people. You could sympathize, but that didn’t mean you wanted to be on the receiving end of that anger. Especially not when you were trying to just have a fun night out with your friends. “Look guys, we’re really just here to have a good time. We don’t wanna cause a scene.” You said.

“Nah, nah, it’s cool. I think you guys are awesome!” The guy said, and it was clear to you then that the dude was baked out of his mind. “Especially you, with the red wiggly woos!” He pointed to Wanda as he gave a terrible impression of her hand movements. You smiled, happy to see a fan interaction go well for Wanda.

The joy you felt didn’t last long though, as another guy in the group turned to you, blunt in his hand. “Hey, you’re the fire one right? Can you do me a solid?” He gestured to you, asking you to give him a light. You sighed, the twins chuckling at the situation.

“Yeah, but don’t ask again.” You ignited the tip of your finger, gently placing it on the end of the blunt. The group turned around in line and continued to go about their own conversation. You felt Wanda elbow your side, and you turned to see a smirk on her face. When you heard Pietro’s snicker, you groaned.

“Shut up.”

“Look at you, helping delinquents. Aren’t you supposed to be a superhero? Bringer of justice and all of that?” Wanda teased and you rolled your eyes playfully.

“Yeah, but I’m the fun one. It’s just weed.” You said confidently, but the witch saw through it and you dropped the act. “And the last time that happened and I said no, the dude burst into tears.” You said under your breath.

“There it is.” She smiled, and you couldn’t help but smile back despite you being the subject of mockery. You loved seeing her smile, you didn’t care about the reason why.

Before you knew it, Pietro announced that you guys were next in line to buy tickets. He bought his and stepped aside so you can go next. “Hi, two please.” Wanda turned to you with her eyebrows scrunched in confusion.

“Wha- Y/n, I can afford it.” She chuckled nervously, flattered by the action.

“I know, but when I have to drag you out of here cause you’re paralyzed in fear, at least you won’t regret dropping forty bucks on it.” You shrugged as you handed the cashier your credit card.

Wanda’s face reddened, something she quickly tried to hide from her brother who was enjoying this way too much. Her flustered state faded quickly when she processed what you said. “Hey!” You chuckled before thanking the cashier as she returned your card.

“Please go to the table to sign your waivers, entrance is down that hill. Enjoy your night.” The monotone voice told you that the poor woman’s been working all night. You didn’t have time to dwell on that though as you felt a panicked tapping on your arm.

“What’s wrong? We haven’t even entered yet.” You teased.

“W-what did she mean by waivers?” You chuckled at the panicked tone in the witch’s voice.

“Just means if you have a heart attack or something, you can’t sue.” You shrugged nonchalantly, but Wanda took it very seriously and turned to you with even wider eyes.

“That can happen!?”

“Well, it happened at least once if the thought of doing a waiver.” You answered, once again, nonchalantly. You looked at Wanda and could swear you saw her blood run cold. You laughed, which resulted in you receiving a glare. “Relax, Wan, you’ll be fine. You’re an Avenger, you’ve faced off against killer robots, stared death in the face time and time again!” You exclaimed dramatically as you waved your arms. You noticed Wanda start to smile and relax her shoulders. 

“Thanks, Y/n.” She gave you a sweet smile, and you couldn’t help but melt.

“Yeah, anytime.” Your eyes locked with Wanda, you were about to look away but couldn’t. ‘Wow, were her eyes always this green? They’re beautiful.’ You thought.

A blush appeared on the witch’s face as she tore her gaze from you. You were about to ask what happened, but were interrupted. “Let’s go slow pokes!” Pietro’s voice shouted, effectively breaking the moment.

“Yeah, yeah Sonic, we’re coming!” You rolled your eyes as you shouted back. Wanda giggled at the banter between you and her brother, she loved that you two were close. With that, you and her headed down the hill towards the entrance.

After about a half hour, it seemed Wanda was holding up well. The three of you walked out of the corn maze, and she had a triumphant smile on her face. “I thought you said this place was scary.” She teased causing you to roll your eyes playfully.

“Congratulations you survived the corn maze, you get to join the hall of fame with the other twelve year-olds.” As if to emphasize your point, three twelve year-olds ran out of the maze in giggles, clearly unaffected. Wanda pouted. “Aw, don’t worry. I thought you were very brave.” You teased yet again, which resulted in an elbow to the side.

“You’re a jerk.” Wanda held back a smile as she strutted forward. You laughed as you jogged forward to catch up.

“Alright, are you guys ready for the big one?” Pietro asked and your eyes widened.

“Oh, Piet, I don’t think that’s a good idea.” You said as you nudged your head towards Wanda, hinting that you didn’t think she could handle that. Unfortunately, she caught on.

“Aw come on, Y/n. I’m not a baby.” 

“I know, but you can’t go from the corn maze to...that.” You gestured towards the haunted maze entrance, a giant purple demon with smoke blowing out of it’s ears looming over. You guys turned at the sound of screams, and saw a group run out of the maze in fear, which then dissolved into laughter.

“They seem to be having fun.” Wanda gestured towards the group.

“Yeah, after the screams of terror.” You shot back. “You can’t go from walking around the block to running a marathon.”

“Oh yeah? Watch me.” Wanda strutted forward towards the entrance, determined to prove you wrong.

You groaned as you looked over to Pietro, who watched the whole ordeal with a cheeky smile. “Your sister’s insane.”

“Yeah, but you love it.” Pietro said under his breath, but you still heard it.

“What?”

“Nothing!” With that, the man sped forward, catching up to his sister at the entrance. You stared after him for a moment in shock before joining them.

The three of you walked the path, and everything seemed to be going well...for all of five seconds. The first jump scare happened behind Wanda. The loud screech startled her, and she jumped with a scream. She stumbled into your arms, and you wrapped them around her in order to keep her from falling. You chuckled, and Wanda looked up at you with the intention to glare. However, when your eyes locked again, Wanda couldn’t help but stare.

You, of course, had to ruin the moment. “Not too late to turn back, y’know. This is just the beginning.” Wanda groaned and pulled away from you, continuing forward. You laughed. “You can hold my hand if you want!” You don’t know what compelled you to say that, but you knew you weren’t entirely joking.

And you didn’t regret it when Wanda reached out and held your hand without another word. You smiled, squeezing her hand.

What you didn’t see was Pietro giving Wanda a thumbs up as you both walked past.

At some point, you guys lost Pietro in the dark maze. Wanda wasn’t even worried as she still held your hand tightly, and you knew the man would be fine and he’ll meet up with you at the exit. 

Wanda had been holding up better than you thought. You wouldn’t say she was good per say, seeing as she screamed and practically jumped into your arms at the slightest sound, but she hadn’t collapsed on the ground in tears yet, so you’d count that as a win.

“Gotta say, Maximoff. I’m impressed.” You said as you two walked down the maze hand in hand.

“I’m just being that super brave Avenger like you said.” Wanda giggled, and you couldn’t help but melt at the noise.

“Well you’re doing an awesome job. Even if the last three guys almost made you pee your pants.” You laughed loudly as you took in the shocked reaction the woman gave you.

“Y/n!” She scolded, but before you could even respond, the worst jump scare yet occurred. 

A large animatronic growled and lowered from the ceiling right behind Wanda. The witch turned to look briefly as she screamed loudly and jumped to you again. This time, however she literally jumped into your arms. You quickly braced your hands under her thighs, catching her, as she wrapped her legs around your waist. The force from the jump caused you to stumble back into a darker corner of the maze. Your back hit a hay wall, and you and Wanda laughed at the moment. Your laughter continued for a moment, and Wanda lifted her head from your shoulder to look into your eyes. Both of you got quiet as you continued to stare, sensing the moment shift.

“You okay?” You whispered, almost as if talking to loudly would shatter the moment. Wanda nodded, eyes still locked onto yours. After a moment of silence, she spoke up.

“Y’know...I think a distraction would help.” Your eyebrows shot up at the insinuation. You doubted you heard her correctly, but when you saw her eyes shift down to your lips, you knew what she wanted. And you wouldn’t lie and say you didn’t want it too.

“I...Yeah, I think I could help with that.” You barely got your sentence out when Wanda smashed her lips to yours roughly. You tightened your hold on her thighs as she wrapped her arms around your neck. You stood there, making out roughly against the wall of the maze. As wild and sudden as this was, you wouldn’t trade this moment for anything.

Pietro noticed you two were gone for a really long time. He was beginning to get concerned, and pulled out his phone ready to call one of you. Turns out he didn’t need to. 

You two came out of the maze, only you weren’t alone. You and Wanda each had a security guard holding your arm. After you two were out of the maze completely, they let you go and walked off. It was then that Pietro noticed both of your disheveled states. And he could swear he saw two or three hickeys forming on your neck.

“No you didn’t-” He started, but you cut him off.

“Not a word.” Your hand found it’s way to Wanda’s as you guys walked towards the exit of the park, figuring it’d be bad Avengers press if you guys stayed any longer at this point. You had an awesome night anyway, and didn’t care if it ended a little early. Besides, you had a feeling you’d get to have some more...fun when you got back to the compound.

You didn’t notice Pietro high five Wanda’s free hand.

[blackbat05]

Jaded

Stephen Strange x Reader

A/N: Oh my god. I actually did it. And in one shot. Another new character. Reblogs and feedback are always appreciated!

Genre: PG13 (More angst and self-indulgent lmao)

Summary: In need of comfort, you turn to an old friend for a much-needed intervention.

"Please reconsider."

"If you need me to sign somewhere as a form of agreement, I can do that."

Wong sighs, side-eying Stephen. For once, the two are in agreement. The doctor steps forward, urging you to look him in the eye. He finally breaks contact, addressing Wong.

"If that's what she wants."

The Sorcerer Supreme has many things to say, but he remains mum, leaving the room.

"You know I'm merely putting a plaster over your wound." Stephen adds upon your moment of confusion, "Metaphorically."

"We've been through this, Stephen." You patiently remind him. "My heart feels like it's being choked every day. Even if I can confide in people closest to me, I can't help but always believe that I'm an inconvenience even if they say I'm not. This is the solution."

His nostrils flare, but Stephen respects you. There will be a failsafe but he prays that it doesn't come down to that. It was best to get straight to business.

"I'll be sending you to a world that is halfway between this mortal plane and the land of the dead. You have until sunset and you must leave by then. If not your mind will be stuck there forever."

You nod in acknowledgment but Stephen isn't satisfied. He holds your arm as a non-verbal plea.

"That place will be dangerous once night comes. It will create a world that will tempt you to stay."

For a moment, you have second thoughts.

"I have you don't I?" You attempt to make light of the situation when there was nothing joyous about it.

Your sister decided to align herself with a group of notorious assassins once she realized how wrong the world was. She was all different kinds of jaded, leaving you with a gaping hole in your heart.

Stephen doesn't reply. Instead, he starts the spell, orange lights dancing around his fingertips. As Stephen's concentration grows, so does the energy around his hands. When it reaches full power, you close your eyes, bracing for impact.

***

"She is still in there?" Wong returns with a styrofoam tray of coffee, passing one to Stephen.

"There's still time," Stephen tells him. Yet he was unsure if he was trying to convince himself instead.

"And if she doesn't come out?"

Stephen does not want to know the answer. He finds himself unconsciously rolling up his sleeves.

***

"Stephen."

The two sorcerers are now standing over your still body. Wong grabs the book as Stephen grabs his cape.

He never knew that the stoic sorcerer would become his most trusted partner. After years of practice and a battle with an intergalactic alien, few words were needed.

Stephen turns to Wong for the green light.

"I'm going in."

***

He stumbles a few feet forward before steadying himself on the ground. Stephen takes a look at his surroundings. White everywhere. You weren't here which means you would have walked further.

Stephen can see a trail of red dust that became thicker with each step. Your energy could be felt - you were near. Increasing his pace, he finally sees a house up ahead.

Reaching the house, a door manifests in front of Stephen, opening to reveal stairs that lead to the basement. He conjures a light source from his palm, making his descent.

He makes the light stronger, illuminating the dark basement. Stephen sees you at the other end of the room, back facing him. He reaches you in large strides, ready to take you back home.

Stephen could already hear Wong chiding him the moment he gets back to the mortal plane but honestly cannot care less. You were okay.

"You're right. Everything is on me."

He skids to a halt. That does not sound like the friend he knows. You were always so bright, a fighter. What he just heard... that was someone who was on the verge of giving up.

Stephen quickly moves into your sight, but you don't seem to notice him at all. In fact, you were entirely focused on the hallucination of your sister.

Stephen curses internally, preparing for some spells to counter the black magic. Forget Wong, he was already beating himself up for agreeing to let you do this.

“Dad and Mom,” your sister snarled. “They were too contented with what they had.”

You shake your head, but she continues.

“You being a goody two shoes, believed every word they said! How naive are you!”

Gripping your fists, you try to focus on your breathing but to no avail. Breaking out into cold sweat, your heart beats wildly against your chest.

“Don’t you see? Power is the way!” She steps forward with a crazed look in her eyes. “Family is just holding you back!”

Your fingers were about to break and all you could hear was her voice getting louder and louder.

“But you were too busy being their precious daughter! You only have to blame yourself for this!”

“No…” You mumbled. “No… that’s not true… I did everything I could… no-NO!”

Screaming, you jumped at someone grabbing your shoulder. Stephen stares at you, mouth moving in silence. You don’t even know what’s real anymore.

“Stay with me!” You can finally hear what he’s saying. Stephen’s voice flooding back into your ears, you let out a broken sob, almost knocking the wind out of him.

He hears a mixture of incoherent apologies but he knows better - you were hurting.

“Hey, look at me.” Despite the potential disaster, Stephen waits for you. “This isn’t going to be easy, but I need you to distract that thing while I find a way to get rid of it. You think you can do that?”

A wave of determination flows through you. Perhaps crisis does bring opportunity. The opportunity to face things once and for all.

“Good.” Stephen keeps his voice calm. “This time, I’m here. There’s nothing to worry about, okay?”

Holding his hand as a form of reassurance, Stephen is glad that you’re slowly gaining back your fighting spirit.

“Go get her.”

***

You stride over to face that thing taking the form of your sister, daring it to make its own move.

“Power will always win.” The thing hisses menacingly, falling into your trap. “You’re foolish to think otherwise.”

“No.” You look straight into its hollow eyes. “My strength comes from the people that I love.” Your eyes dart to Stephen who was preparing for the ambush.

“And as long as they’re by my side, I don’t need some terrifying group to represent me because family is as fearsome as it gets.”

The thing takes a step backwards and you follow its movement.

“You were blinded by power and chose to abandon us! I never abandoned you - not even when you attacked me where it hurts the most.” You start to tear up at the memories of better days with a person you once respected immensely.

But you had to brave through this for Stephen to land the final blow.

“This was your choice. This is your life. It was never my fault.”

At your declaration, the thing shrieks as a familiar orange circle surrounds it. You knew it wasn’t her but that didn’t make the disintegration process less painful. Still, you had to see it through.

The last bit of the thing turns into ash, flying to god knows where.

You couldn’t put a finger on it, but this harrowing experience had somehow managed to set your mind at peace.

Stephen approaches you wordlessly, extending a hand for you to take. The basement is gone and the two of you are back at the sanctum with a very worried Wong.

Wong knows better than to pry. That will be saved for another day. For now, he leaves you with a weighted blanket and the last cup of coffee that he took liberty to warm up. He advises you to rest at the sanctum and promises to check in again the next day, leaving you and Stephen alone.

“I’m sorry. And thank you.” It felt typical, but you meant every word of it.

You wait for the barrage of “I told you so” to come, but they never did.

“I’m proud of you.”

You’re clearly taken off guard, so Stephen continues. “I still stand by what I said. That mid section of the world is dangerous. Past sorcerers had used it on people who believed that by spending time to ‘heal’ in the mid section, everything would be forgotten by the time they got back to the mortal plane.”

Guilt creeps up your back and Stephen seems to spot it a mile away.

“I was worried that you would go down the same path. In fact you almost ended up by many before you. But by addressing your vulnerability, it was your greatest strength.”

He sees you processing, trying to gain a foothold on the events that happened in quick succession.

“You have defeated your greatest demon. But that doesn’t mean that it will never come back.” Stephen holds both of your hands, checking for any injuries caused by the magical being.

“So if you ever need someone to talk to, you know where to find me. You don’t have to fight this alone.”

“Thank you Stephen.”

The good doctor gives a smile that is reserved for only a few.

For once, that gaping hole in your heart doesn’t feel that big anymore.

[kidflashimpulse]

i personally really wanna know what Bart's relationship with the mental health check-ups is. like, is he super tight-lipped about what he's been through and plays everything off as fine, that he's handling it? does he talk about certain stuff but not others? has he legitimately gone to therapy since s2 or has he only done what's required of him? i'm very very curious

Okay, so this is such a good question it has taken me forever to put this together because I have a million thoughts and its impossible for me to put a proper structure to it so please bare with me, I tried my best LOL also I am SO SORRY for writing up this essay as my response LMAO i don't know, the words just won't stop !

warning: it is a lot im so sorry lol

From what I've read among the fandom, I often read that hes been put to therapy pretty much from the moment season 2 ends and has since his stay in the present managed to somewhat "heal" from his trauma or at least confront it one way or another.

Personally, I somewhat disagree with this approach. First, like we've seen from Gars arc, BB had been suffering for months pretty badly, but interventions and mandatory check ups weren't at all enforced on him until what many thought was pretty late. Honestly, I found this actually pretty realistic. From both a "slice of life" aspect as well as what's typically expected from professionals. Thats because you can't force someone to seek help unless they pose a threat to themselves or can't care for themselves anymore. So people really only intervene when things reach their nuclear stage. Typically people who also need help withdraw themselves from their social circle, as we saw with Gar, which idk if ppl realise makes it incredibly hard for them to even try to help (not out of a lack of empathy, but because they have their own responsibilities, and if someone withdraws themselves from you, then its much harder to approach them or be aware of the extent of their mental health problems). Again, I actually found his friends general involvement in Gars mental health journey fairly realistic.

I think people also overestimate the reach (heh) of the Leagues mental health efforts. The mandatory aspect is a simple "check up" and this involves a lot of people. So unless someone is actively seeking or needs help, theres only so much this service can do.

Now how this unwarrented essay on an imaginary health care system ties in to Bart (lol im so sorry for my rambles), well ill tie that in later.

Now, maybe im reading too much into it considering how him being fine was made into a gag in the Elder Wisdom Season 3 episode lol, but his first reaction (which at that point wasn't made into a recurring joke) to Barrys worry was very much "its nothing, im fine, your worry is annoying". His emotional intelligence was also displayed from his scene later on where he manages to call out what Jay was really going thru for what it was.

Elder wisdom was an episode that was listed multiple times in the watch list for the series and Jays involvement was pretty prominent in it. Now with how Phantoms concluded, Jay was listed as someone by Dinah in the last episode who has needed mental support, so it seems like that plot line has been continued. Now I don't know about you, but I interpreted Dinahs mention of Jays issues to stem from Bart being missing (compounding onto general hero life stress and him probably still mourning Joan). This is because the creators of YJ always heavily emphasise that "everything u need to know regarding all plots is what is shown" and starting from the moment in season 3 where Bart guarantees he's not going anywhere, to the moment that Jay returns to an empty home from which Bart was missing for over two weeks, to the conclusion of Jay needing mental support, I feel like its a very tidy and directly connected storyline.

Another thing from that episode which has been continued over this season is that Bart is always guaranteeing that hes fine. Its a little jarring in parallel to the worry Jay was going thru, especially with us as the audience knowing that he actually has been through a lot in those two weeks and that all that time he was literally in bandages. But the moment hes awake with Clark and co, he guarantees hes fine and immediately resumes with the mission.

What I found pretty interesting with Barts involvement in Phantoms is that a lot of what has been previously assumed of him from season 2 has been supported this season. I believe the intention of his scene with the Legion when he pretty much cornered them into revealing the truth is that he somewhat has a switch on his personality depending on the circumstances. Which to an extent supports the notion that while his general personality is pretty much genuine, what he shows depends on what hes in the mood to play up or down.

From season 2 we've seen that he can be pretty tight lipped on what he wants. From season 3 we've seen him adjust to his new timeline pretty well and in season 4 we've seen some of his complexities as well as how it can affect the people he cares about.

So, with all this in mind, to answer your questions. With the check ups being spread thin with the purpose of singling out people who are shown to need/ask for it and his affinity for being tight lipped as well as playing everything off, guaranteeing that hes fine and keeping to himself, hes really only done what hes been required to do and played off any need for concern that would require him to seek further help. This doesn't mean I don't think he hasn't talked about stuff with the people hes close with.

Lastly, he also has the factor that a lot his background has to do with the future. Sure it might be one that doesn't exist anymore, but im sure he'd struggle to explain things without giving away too many things that he'd believe he really shouldn't be saying. Also his very specific background restricts him from seeking any professional help outside of league related resources.

So yeah, if you made it to the end of my post, thank you for reading :D <3 I hope through all this I at the very least, managed to address your questions and give my two cents on our fave speedsters relationship with mental health check ups

[mostlymaudlin]

I don't remember the numbers lmao. Teacher AU + Interrupted Declaration of Love. Maybe also Locked in a room 👀

YESSS THESE ARE SO GOOD. i accidentally went off so I’ll put a cut in lol.

okay so. they work at a middle school, so you already know it’s gonna be trouble. baz teaches the language arts intervention classes, meaning he works with kids who need extra reading & writing support. simon is the school social worker. they’ve been working together all year because let’s be honest a lot of their students overlap! and there’s like a weird undertone between them that they can never address because they’re always surrounded by kids and idk just take it from me it’s hard to flirt around middle schoolers they see everything and they’re merciless. and neither of them rly partake in staff bonding events bc that shits lame.

now theyre both working summer school — so take all the chaos already here and multiply it by 10. the thing about summer school is that it’s four weeks of hell and the trauma bonding amongst staff is intense. after the first week, the administrator takes everyone out for drinks after work. simon and baz stay out after everyone leaves because they’re having so much fun and it gets flirtier and flirtier until… simon invites baz to go home with him! and they fuck but they kind of decide it’s not a good time for them to start dating (even tho they’ve both got crushes). so now they’re doing this weird friends w benefits thing “to ease the stress” as summer school goes on.

cue the last day of summer school, after the kids go home. everyone is cleaning up camp and putting stuff away and simon and baz end up getting asked to go put something in the basement, which is really spooky and kind of gross. neither of them realized the door locks automatically so they get stuck in the basement (obviously). and now they’re alone and there’s like 45 minutes until they’re not in summer school anymore and what does that mean for them? and they’re being so awkward and self-sabotaging and baz just looks rly pretty and kind of sad in the shitty pale yellow basement light, and simons internally like, FUCK IT, we are basically dating right now and it would be worse to work with him this fall and wonder than it would be to work with an ex in the future (but honestly, he can’t imagine why he would ever break up with baz) and he crowds up into bazs space and he’s gonna TELL HIM HOW HE FEELS AND THEN… someone comes looking for them and opens the door.

and then they’re around people finishing up the work day. and then they’re in the parking lot and then they’re both saying their too tired to do a last round of drinks with the rest of the staff. and then simons watching baz drive out of the parking lot in his stupid pretty vintage mustang. simon just sits there in the parking lot ruminating. five minutes later, he still hasn’t left, and bazs car peels back into the parking lot. he parks so crooked and doesn’t turn the engine off and storms toward simons toyota corolla.

simon gets out of the car, confusesd. he’s like, “what’s wrong?” because baz looks fucking livid, but baz doesn’t answer — he pushes simon against the car and winds his fingers into his hair and kisses the shit out of him. simon pulls away after a few seconds, because he needs baz to know.

“it wasn’t just for fun,” he says, breath ragged. “it wasn’t just stress-relief. i don’t want us to be over.”

and baz leans his forehead against simons, eyes squeeze shut, and nods.

“it wasn’t that for me, either,” baz murmurs. “it was always more than that.”

the words send a shiver down simons spine. his hands are on bazs shoulders, but he moves them up to cup bazs cheeks, pulling his face forward to brush their mouths together.

“i want you to be my boyfriend,” simon breathes against bazs lips. he feels baz inhale sharply, feels his fingers tighten in simons hair.

baz kisses simon instead of answering, to which simon pushes him away and demands assurances. and ofc baz is like duh ive been yearning for so long please don’t make me talk abt it it’s embarrassing. and then they’re like omg this one kid who always tells them that she “ships” them is gonna be absolutely demonic if the kids figure out they’re dating in the fall. but like they’re in LOVE it’s worth it to be taunted by middle schoolers if they get to have each other 🥰

[nanasparadise]

“Your musketeer in a blue tunic” Yan! Polnareff x female reader (musketeer AU)

Hiya everyone! As promised, here is a Yan! Polnareff writing, since he was in the top four of the poll for the special but hasn’t reached the top three. I thought it might be a fun idea to make him a musketeer and now I’ve realised this fic turned out to be low-key a Belle and Gaston situation from Beauty and the Beast lmao. Anyway, there might be historical inaccuracies in the story, I’m sorry for that.

Summary: You’re a farmer woman in 18th century France and a certain musketeer keeps crossing paths with you…

TW: toxic relationship, noncon kiss, low-key harassment, forced marriage, MATURE AUDIENCE ONLY/MINORS DNI

I do not condone any yandere behaviour in real life.

Word count: 3900

“Just about half an hour and I’ll be there”, you mumble to yourself. 

The pouring rain drenches your whole form, an icy cold having already nested deep in your bones. But you can’t stop now, even if it’s raining cats and dogs. You know you have to arrive to the main market place, which is located a good three hours from the farm you live in. If the wool – which you hope isn’t too wet, knowing the burlap bags aren’t protecting it well from the rain – won’t be sold today, you don’t know how you could afford some bread for your family. You think of your little siblings, how they always stare at you with big eyes, expecting at least some crumbs of stale bread in order to satiate their hunger a bit. Your heart aches painfully at that mental image. No, you’re going to sell the wool at all cost, no matter if it means you get sick due to the weather. You owe it to your loved ones, needing to protect and provide for them as the oldest sibling. 

A chilly wind blows intensely into your face, making you shiver even more. Lucky for you, no other person is currently on the road, meaning you’re in safety. You’re aware about how many sketchy men lurk in these streets by the countryside, just waiting for a young woman like yourself to pass by and to do God knows what with her. As a protection measure, you always carry a knife with you, hidden in your boot. Fortunately, you haven’t needed to use it, yet…

Suddenly, you hear the footsteps of a horse approaching you, the characteristic sounds of its hooves drawing closer to you. Your first instinct is to immediately pull out your knife, but you refrain yourself. 

“It’s probably just another merchant who wants to go to the market, too”, you think, comforting yourself. And even if that shouldn’t be the case, it would be wiser to take your possible aggressor by surprise with an attack if needed. 

The steps are now dangerously close to you, too close for your liking, until they come to a halt. Surprised, you stop your walking as well and look up to the person on the horse. Next to you on his steed is a man around your age, probably a few years older, with peculiar silver hair and bright blue eyes. Through his uniform, consisting of a characteristic blue tunic with a white cross on it, you immediately recognise the stranger as a King’s musketeer. You hastily curtsy and meekly avert your gaze, given that he’s of a higher social rank. Why would a musketeer want from you, a farmer? 

“Good day, Monsieur”, you greet the musketeer politely. 

“Good day, Mademoiselle”, the stranger answers jovially. “Please forgive my intervention, but what does a young lady like you travel alone on such a dangerous road?”, he asks you, sincere concern marking his voice. 

Why would he care? And why would he refer to you as a lady when you’re clearly just a commoner? You get the sudden urge to grab your knife again, but of course your rational brain side hinders you from doing so.

“I’m only going to the market place, good sir. I’d like to sell some wool”, you explain shortly, your eyes still not meeting the stranger’s. 

“All alone?”, the Frenchman wonders. 

“I’m afraid I don’t have much of a choice, Monsieur. My father has to work on the farm and my mother looks after my younger siblings”, you reply truthfully. Honestly, you’d prefer not giving too much information away to the stranger, but lying doesn’t seem like a safe option either. 

“I see, Mademoiselle,” the musketeer utters politely, “in that case, I’d be pleased to escort you to the market place. After all, my heart couldn’t handle if something happened to a damsel.” 

“Thank you for your generous offer, Monsieur”, you answer civilly, curtsying gracefully again. Though internally, you sigh and roll your eyes at the Frenchman’s words. 

“More like his ego couldn’t handle getting rejected by a common woman”, you ponder cynically. You’re about to continue your walking as the stranger stops your action abruptly. 

“Wait a moment, Mademoiselle,” he shouted hastily, “I’ll take your bags and settle them on my horse.” The silver-haired man dismounts from his white horse and takes the bags filled with wool from your hands, placing and tying them on the animal’s back. 

“You are far too kind, Monsieur”, you say with an overly sweet voice. Lucky for you, the stranger doesn’t seem to notice the hint of sarcasm hidden in your tone. Instead, he smiles brightly at you, revealing a row of impeccable white teeth. 

“As a musketeer, it’s my duty to help a lady in need”, he boasts proudly. Again, you fight the urge to roll your eyes. “Ah, how rude of me, Mademoiselle, I haven’t properly introduced myself. My name is Jean-Pierre Polnareff, I’m delighted to make your acquaintance, Miss…?” 

“Y/N L/N”, you reply meekly. 

“What a lovely name, Milady.”

~

The pair of you have been walking silently side by side for a while. You simply wish to arrive as fast as possible to the market place, wanting to get rid of Polnareff’s present. After some time, the stormy weather has changed into a brighter, more pleasant sky. Though some sun rays peek through the clouds, the cold from the previous rain remains. Upon seeing your slightly quivering form, Polnareff offers you a blanket he has in his supplies with him. Politely, you decline his offer. You certainly don’t want to be more in the debt of such a high ranking man. 

“I apologise if this may come across as rude, Mademoiselle Y/N, but I couldn’t help but notice that there isn’t a ring on your finger”, the musketeer suddenly mentions. The hairs on your arms stand up at his observation and you instinctively straighten your back. If Polnareff has seen your discomfort, he still chooses to continue speaking. “And you’ve said previously you’re living with your family on a farm. How come such a fair maiden like you isn’t married yet? I reckon you must have many suitors.” Something about his tone and the dangerous gleam in his blue eyes sets you on edge. 

“Oh, I do have had some suitors in the past,” you answer truthfully, but cautiously, “but I’ve chosen to not marry. My family needs me and I don’t wish to let them down.” Polnareff gives you a tender glance, the prying shimmer being replaced with sympathy now. 

“Maybe you’ll soon find a wealthy man who’s able to help your family out”, he mumbles softly, though you still could hear his words. 

“I’d rather not base my life on such an improbable dream. After all, I’m just a common farmer,” you say, slightly amused. “He doesn’t have a clue how life’s for a commoner, does he?” 

“So you’d like to marry? It’s your dream, didn’t you say that, Mademoiselle?”, Polnareff counters, hope swinging in his voice. Why is he hopeful? But you decide to not voice this thought. 

“Well, that’s quite a difficult question, Monsieur Polnareff,” you retort,  feeling unsure now “it would be the wisest choice for me to marry, but at the moment, I feel content to take care of my family.” For some reason, the musketeer’s face falls at your last sentence. Disappointment takes over it instead, his lips turning into a bitter, thin line. 

“Ah, I see”, he replies wearily. You immediately notice the change of atmosphere, though you don’t comment on it. Instead, you two continue strolling in silence.

Eventually, the pair of you arrive at the market place. During your travel, none of you spoke further, the mood being too tense and awkward. You settle your burlap bags on the floor on a free spot after the silver-haired man has removed them from his horse for you. 

“My sincerest thanks, Monsieur Polnareff.” You bow politely. Even though your eyes have been trained on the floor for only a matter of seconds, some stealthy thief has been able to snatch one of your bags. Immediately, your head leaps up. 

“Hey, this belongs to me! Give it back!”, you scream angrily. You wouldn’t let some trickster take your wool, not after working so hard for your family! You’re ready to run after the knave, but a hand on your forearm hinders you from doing so. 

“Let me handle this, Mademoiselle Y/N,” Polnareff says confidently, “you’ll have your merchandise back in no time. Just wait for me here.” Quickly, the musketeer dashes into an alleyway after the thief. Confused, you’re left alone at the market place, the man’s horse being your only companion. A sigh rolls off your lips. 

“Guess I’ll have to do what he says if I ever want that wool back”, you exclaim exasperatedly. This is the last thing you’ve needed today. First, you’ve been drenched by the rain, then a weird musketeer has started following you and asking you eerily invasive question and now your precious goods have been stolen. In the meantime, you try your best to sell the remaining wool.

After half an hour, you still haven’t sold any wool at all. Though you were definitely drawing attention on you by shouting out some offers, no one has seemed to be interested yet. No one even cared enough to look towards your direction. 

“I guess I’ll just have to stay all day, then”, you think gloomily. From the corner of your eyes, you notice an all too familiar form approaching you, though this time with a bag in his hand. 

“Mademoiselle Y/N!”, Polnareff shouts excitedly, “I’ve retrieved your bag from the thief!” A sincere expression of gratitude appears on your face. Yes, the man is more than annoying to you with his clingy behaviour, but at least he was chasing the trickster for you! 

“Thank you so much, Monsieur Polnareff!”, you exclaim happily, relieved to have your wool back. Now there’s only the matter of selling it left… 

“Of course, nothing to thank for, Mademoiselle! I’d never want to see such a charming lady like you in need.” 

Purposefully, you ignore his statement, an awkward feeling bubbling up in you. Instead you’re thanking him again. All the while, the Frenchman keeps staring at you with a look of fondness, a huge and proud smile adorning his face. In his mind, he’s just proven to you how capable he is of taking care of you and your family. How could you refuse him now? He’s literally your knight in shining armour! Or your musketeer in a blue tunic. It doesn’t matter, he’s practically your hero! 

Polnareff’s grin only widens at the thought of you swooning over him. The silver-haired man doesn’t know why he feels like this towards you. Maybe it’s because you just looked so pitiful when he saw you on that road, soaking wet from the rain. Maybe it’s his pride that doesn’t let him relent. Maybe it’s the way your eyes sparked with determination and love when you talked about your family. Maybe it’s your radiant atmosphere, which draws him in like a moth. Maybe you’re secretly a witch who put a love spell on his poor self, making him a fool for you after having only met you. Maybe, maybe, maybe…  

Polnareff quickly stops his pondering. “It’s not of importance,” he muses, “as long as she’ll realise I’m the best choice for her.”

“I see you haven’t sold any of your goods yet”, the musketeer says, trying to sound casually. Though in his thoughts, he already has a plan schemed. 

“No, unfortunately not,” you reply, an exasperated sigh following swiftly, “but there’s still some time left until I have to return home. Surely, I’ll be able to sell some.” 

“You know, Mademoiselle Y/N, I’d rather not see you standing here all day, maybe even for it to be in vain,” Polnareff utters, concerning coating his voice, “let me help you, I’ll buy the wool.” Your eyes grow big at his proposition. Even though it’s more than a generous offer, especially after all he’s been through for you today, you can’t help but feeling alerted. Why would he go all these lengths for you? He can’t be that kind, there must be something he wants in return. 

“You’re far too generous, Monsieur Polnareff. I can’t accept such an offer”, you tell the musketeer, hoping he’ll actually drop his suggestion. But the Frenchman remains stubborn as a mule. 

“Ah ah Mademoiselle,” he tuts you condescendingly, “I’m a man of my word. How much would you like? Are two livres enough?”

Your eyes widen so much at his offer, you wouldn’t be surprised if your eyeballs fell out. Two livres? Is that man insane? The wool is hardly five sous worth! 

“I think you must have meant two sous, Monsieur Polnareff,” you answer him, still shocked. 

“Pas du tout, Mademoiselle. Two livres is what I said and what I meant. Or would you maybe want more?” 

Vehemently, you shake your head. Two livres… That would feed your family for at least three months! “No Y/N, you can’t take this offer!” Your thoughts interrupt you suddenly. Not only does your conscience forbid you from doing so, your parents would also wonder where all that money comes from. They might assume you’ve stolen it as no one would believe a stranger to be so kind to just give a random farmer way too much money. 

“Monsieur Polnareff,” you try again to change his mind, “I really don’t think you should-“ 

“Ah, there’s my pouch!”, the silver-haired man exclaims happily, ignoring your previous words. Eagerly, he takes two shiny coins out of it, pressing them in your palm. Admitting your defeat, you curtsy and express your deep gratitude again. Though a small part inside you does enjoy the fact of getting provided for.

After your exchange, Polnareff insisted on bringing you home again. You dislike the idea of him knowing exactly where you live, but that man’s stubbornness and pride is bigger than the Palace of Versailles. Which is why the two of you are walking back to your farm, the wool resting on Polnareff’s horse’s back. 

“What are you doing with all the wool, if I may ask?”, you say with a questioning look on your face, “Surely, a musketeer doesn’t need to fabricate his own clothes.” The Frenchman rubs sheepishly behind his neck and offers you a smile. 

“Ah Mademoiselle, you see, I might just donate it. I’ve just wanted to help you out, I don’t need it myself.” Even though you still cannot bring yourself to trust him, your heart warms at his statement. 

“That’s indeed very noble of you, Monsieur Polnareff”, you reply candidly. The musketeer sends you another bright grin, a subtle blush forming on his pale cheeks.

The sun has begun to set as the two of you arrive on the farm. With a polite curtsy, you’re ready to finally return home, excited to tell your family the good news regarding the money. But Polnareff stops your goodbye. His hand finds its way to your wrist, halting your movement. 

“Before we must depart, Mademoiselle Y/N,” he counters hastily, “I’d like to be assured that we’ll meet again soon. I find myself enthralled by your presence.” 

Your heart beats faster at his proposition. Suddenly, you realise the dangerous situation you’re in, the big hand capturing your smaller wrist. Could you really deny him without facing consequences? Thoughts like these rush through your head as the man in front of you keeps waiting for your reaction. Still, you’re going to try. If something should happen, you still have your knife with you and your father would surely rush out once he hears your screams. 

“Monsieur Polnareff,” you start hesitantly, “I’m deeply flattered by your words. You are truly an admirable and honourable man whose kind actions shall always carry my most sincere gratitude. Though I must admit, I don’t think it would be a wise idea to meet again.” The Frenchman makes a crestfallen face at your words. You feel almost bad for him. “Ah, I think I should explain myself further. Well, Monsieur Polnareff, we are of two different social classes, continuing mingling with me would put a bad reputation on you. I cannot offer you something of interest. Plus, I like staying with my family so far, this is my home.” 

“Y/N”, Polnareff whispers affectionately, his thumb rubbing softly on the inside of your wrist. You shoot him a surprised look, confused by him dropping the formal title. If anyone would have heard this, they’d turn it into a scandal. 

“I know my offer might appear strange to you, but I wish to marry out of love one day. I’m aware it’s fairly uncommon and even looked upon with scorn to marry below someone’s station, but the matters of the heart outshine the matters of the mind in my case. I have more than enough money, a comfortable estate and an honourable title. So you’re correct by saying you can’t offer me anything. Though you forgot one important thing, dear Y/N: you can offer me companionship, love, a meaningful bond between two souls.” Upon his last sentence, Polnareff tenderly grabs both of your hands in his, admiring how they seem to fit perfectly. Too astounded by his words, you let the man do as he pleases. Quickly, Polnareff catches on with his speech. “Please Y/N, let me see you again. Let me court you properly. I can give you and your family a beautiful life, a life you deserve.” The silver-haired male’s form moves now closer to yours, his blue eyes fixated on your lips. This action breaks you from the spell you’ve been caught in previously as you abruptly rip your hands off his grip and step back. 

“I’m sorry, Monsieur Polnareff,” you manage to say, your voice sounding breathless from the adrenaline rushing in your veins, “I don’t think I’m the right woman for you. I do not wish to disappoint you further, that’s why I’m being direct with you. I’m going home now, please do not seek out for me. Have a good evening, Monsieur Polnareff.” You give him one last glance, noting his furious facial expression, before you eventually walk rapidly the path up to your family’s farm. 

“I’ll be coming back, Mademoiselle Y/N!”, you hear the musketeer shouting behind you, “I’m not giving up that easily!” His sentences only make you pick up your pace as fear makes itself present in your body. Why couldn’t he just respect your choice? You’re sure there are enough suitable ladies in his rank pining for him, so why would he bother you? Finally, to your happiness, you arrive at the front door. Quickly, you enter your home, locking the door from the inside. Still, it feels as if a pair of blue eyes continues burning holes in your back…

The following month had been both positive and negative. Positive, because your family didn’t need to worry about food thanks to the two livres Polnareff gave you. Negative, because the latter had been true to his word and kept showing up at your place. Every time you told him you won’t change your mind, the musketeer only seemed to be more encouraged to prove you otherwise. 

Today isn’t any different. As you make your way to the market to buy some food, you hear the familiar hooves approaching you. Annoyed, you let out a sigh and roll your eyes. 

“Bonjour Y/N! What a pleasant day to see you again, mon amour!”, Polnareff exclaims happily while he dismounts from his horse to walk next to you. 

“Bonjour Polnareff”, you reply politely. In the meantime, you’ve dropped the titles when you two were alone, not seeing the point of them anymore. Plus, the Frenchman even decides to call you pet names, so why showing him respect? 

“Ah, ma puce, no need to be so cold today! After all, I bring some splendid news”, the Frenchman replies excitedly. You eye him suspiciously, brows knitted together. What on earth is he planning now?  

“And that would be?”, you answer matter-of-factly. “You’re finally leaving me alone?” 

“You see, before I came to meet you, I’ve finally talked with your parents.” At these words, you immediately stop your steps. A feeling of dread emerges in your stomach, making you feel sick. 

“Oh no,” you think desperately, “this can’t be good.” 

“Very lovely people, indeed. It hurts my feelings knowing you haven’t invited me to them, mon cœur”, Polnareff continues his talk, a hand put on his chest in mock concern. 

“And why should I have done such thing?”, you reply coolly, though internally you’re freaking out. You already know you won’t like the answer… 

“My dearest, how come you act so cruel? Don’t you think your future husband should see your parents? After all, we’re betrothed now!” 

“No”, you retort without thinking. Your palms grow sweaty, a deep fear manifesting in your body. The silver-haired man smirks at your reaction. 

“Non? I think your parents disagree with you, ma chérie. In fact, we’ve already picked out a date for the ceremony. Can you believe it? In two months, we’ll be finally one.” Panic overflows your mind, your breathing becoming laboured. How could your parents decide on such a matter behind your bag? After everything you’ve done for your family? Polnareff notices your stress as he softly wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you close to his chest. The musketeer tries to comfort you by shushing you and gently brushing over your back, though his actions only fuel your terror. You squirm in his grasp, trying to escape him, escape this situation, but his grip on you only strengthens. 

“Let me go!”, you scream all while tears stream down your cheeks, “I don’t want to be with you! Why can’t you just accept that?” 

“My little Y/N,” Polnareff mumbles calmly, “if you hadn’t  been so stubborn, we could have discussed the wedding plans together. I know you think our union is not favourable, but if even your family agrees to it, it surely can’t be that wrong, hm? You’re so blinded by your little provincial life that you can’t see what’s best for you. And trust me, my dove, I’m the best choice.” The Frenchman grabs your chin, staring lovingly in your by now puffy eyes. “It’s fine if you need some time to realise that. As long as you remain by my side.” With these words, the silver-haired man puts his mouth on yours, his hand now wandering to your cheek. You wriggle harder in his grasp, though your attempts to escape remain futile. Tenderly, Polnareff caresses your face as his lips finally leave yours. 

“Je t’aime de tout mon cœur, mon ange*”, he whispers adoringly, pressing your face against his chest again. Your tears smudge the blue fabric of his tunic, your voice hoarse from screaming. And even though you wish this is but a nightmare, you start comprehending you’re truly trapped in Polnareff’s oh so loving arms for the rest of your life.

*former French currency. 2 livres are about 30 euros, which was a lot of money back then

*former French currency. 5 sous are about 3,70 euros, which was still quite some money back in the day

*”I love you with all my heart, my angel”

[theendofeverafter]

Apple White: A Character Study (Legacy Day and Chapter 1)

Here it is! I’m breaking up these notes into chunks so that my posts don’t get too long. I’ve written a lot, I must admit. Below are my notes on Apple White’s character in Ever After High, specifically in Legacy Day and Chapter 1.

LEGACY DAY ARC

- Apple seems really sincere, even when she's being offensive. She's truly been raised to think her worldview is the only one out there.

- She convinced Headmaster Grimm to pair her up with Raven for room assignments. Maddie was supposed to be Raven's roommate before the switch. So does that mean Apple was going to room with Kitty? Wouldn't Apple request one of her best friends? My theory is that Apple and Blondie were paired up beforehand. Cupid transferred to their school at the beginning of their second year (but after move-in), meaning Blondie would have been in a room by herself. However, this raises another question. Aren't Briar and Apple really close at the beginning of the series? They're BFF(A)s and in all the promotional material together. Does that mean Briar and Ashlynn became close friends during their freshman year? I know they've known each other since they were little, and they were in a small friend group with Crystal, but Briar and Ashlynn seem to become better friends as the series goes on. Much to think about.

- "I'm thoughtful, and beautiful, and I sing the most wonderful songs about woodland creatures." Bruh

- Decorating her roommate's side of the room is dedication lol

- (Side note: In Raven's Tale, the backgrounder girl kisses Hopper during the intro. In Apple's Tale, she huffs and refuses, causing him to transform back into a frog.)

- Apple uses lots of animal labor. Why is it okay when she does it, but not Faybelle? I suppose Apple's animals are doing it out of their "free will", but, like, they're animals.

- Apple addresses Daring as "Prince Daring" at first. That must mean they aren't well acquainted at the beginning of their sophomore year, which…yikes. Aren't they supposed to be married within the next few years? You gotta wonder how the Royals actually feel about being paired up with people they don't know. Wouldn't it be good for Apple and Daring to grow up together so that they could have a healthy friendship? Perhaps the parents worry that they'll dislike each other, putting the story in jeopardy. A lot of this rests on the kids not hating each other, I guess.

- And to that end, Apple pretends like she and Daring are really close for Blondie's MirrorCast. Putting on a show seems to be the Royal MO.

- "…then the prince can wake me, and I become queen. That's when I get my happily ever after. I need her!" This is honestly sad to me. Apple refers to Daring as "the prince" in her speech to Briar. There isn't a personal connection to him. It feels like a story she's been fed for years being regurgitated. Apple is banking on everything she's been taught going according to plan. That's why Raven's rebellion sends her into a tailspin.

- Didn't realize doing a close watch of the show would make me more sympathetic to Apple, but here we are.

- Also, why doesn't she want Raven to know Briar helped her decorate the room? Aren't princesses supposed to outsource help? Is it a pride thing?

- A similarity to Disney: Apple and both Snow Whites can't talk to animals, even though they all seem to have close connections to them. Ashlynn and (presumably) both Cinderellas, on the other hand, can talk to animals.

- Apple doesn't seem to be good at replying to compliments. She likes to say "I know" instead of "thanks", which is…a choice.

- Daring doesn't seem to be all that perturbed by Raven running away from her destiny. Apple, of course, is distraught.

- "I know you'll do whatever it takes." Jesu, Grimm. Ominous much? Apple definitely takes his request seriously, as we'll see later on in the series.

- Some of the stuff Apple sees in the Storybook of Legends has to be wish-fulfillment, right? There's a picture of her singing at a concert. Sis can't sing tho…

- Also, this isn't actually the Storybook of Legends. The book is currently in Briar's room under a carpet. This means that no one actually signed it and everyone's destinies are still up in the air, something I should have realized before I started writing my story. Oh, well. Mattel's plot holes strike again.

Chapter 1

- (Side note: They really invited Lizzie Hearts to Raven's intervention lmao. I suppose it's because she's one of the only named villains at the school, but it's still funny to see her here. Does she even know what's going on? Also, would she want to take part in this? Raven's mom fucked up her entire world. If Raven becomes like her mother, she could try to conquer Wonderland again. I highly doubt Lizzie wants that.)

- Apple needs a magic mirror to regurgitate praise and affirmations every day, on top of all the fawning she gets from the people she walks by. A little suspect, if you ask me.

- (Side note: pan C. A. Cupid. That is all.)

- "She's running unopposed…again." This means that Apple ran unopposed for head of the Royal Student Council in her freshman year. That's impressive.

- (Side note: Maddie and Raven canvassed for the former's run for president. If the show followed its premise, Raven's endorsement should have tanked Maddie's campaign [Raven wasn't popular before Legacy Day]. Maddie apparently doesn't care about this, which makes her a really good friend.)

- (Side note: Almost all the POC are Rebels at the beginning of the show lol)

- (yes I count Raven as POC, it’s a headcanon of mine. I’ll elaborate in a different post)

- (Side note: During the food fight episode, Dexter first glares at his brother for agreeing with Briar before being elbowed by Blondie, forcing him to reluctantly nod along with the Royals. This proves that they've been socialized to reinforce certain behaviors/ideas and keep their peers in line should one step outside the unspoken boundaries.)

- Apple wants to be "frenemies" with Raven. I don't think that's healthy.

Conclusion

Watching the first chapter + Legacy Day episodes critically has helped me see a more complete Apple White. There are so many little quirks that one would only notice after watching the series and reading the books. It makes the show 10x more enjoyable. Hope you like my notes! There were other things I noticed, but I didn't want to inundate everyone with side notes (this is, after all, supposed to be an Apple White character study). Feel free to leave feedback!

[ask-whitepearl-and-steven]

Alright alright alright

You’ve all been asking for it, so here it is! 

This will be (edit: HELLA) long and obviously spoiler-y, so everything is under a cut. 

Are you ready?

Before we get to it, I want to mention that for the sake of keeping things organized, I will NOT be talking about my AU (@ask-whitepearl-and-steven​) in this post. I want to just analyze the show as a viewer and a fan first. I’ll make a seperate post for AU-thoughts a bit later.

Without further ado:

EP 1: LITTLE HOMESCHOOL

This is a great way to open up the episode and show the changes through the lens of someone who has been a bit out of it for a while (we are all Cherry Quartz, fresh from the hiatus, aren’t we?) but I’m sorry, this post still takes the cake:

Okay, okay, back to the program.

“That used to be a loaded question...“

Right off the bat, Steven is SO much more confident about saying that he’s... HIMSELF! What a good feeling. I’m very proud of our boy. 

I love the name “Gemglyph” for the gem language! I’ll need to know who wrote these, though. And who the heck drew the diamonds? Hopefully it was BP. 

And I’m not the first one to point this out, but MORE ANIME REFERENCES!

Which can be seen as either a reference to the Chill Low-Fi Hiphop Beats to Study To OR Whisper of the Heart. 

And absolutely no one cares but something that caught my eye is the fact that they have an EARTH FLAG at Little Homeschool! How cool is that!

Earth 4ever!!! 

Off-note - I love how INVESTED they are in this conversation Pearl is having with Holo-Pearl.

Peak entertainment. 

I love Professor Amethyst and I love the random human who snuck in to apparently take lessons on Not Giving A Single Shit About Anything, Ever. 

And here we FINALLY are in the FUTURE

Where we FINALLY get Jasper as a functioning character

And 

She’s

SO DRAMATIC, I LOVE HER.

This is literally SO funny like she... she was just... laying on top of her house... under a blanket..... FOr WHAT? To stand up dramatically and throw it off when Steven inevitably paid a visit? 

Is that just what she dOES? 

“It’s FINE I don’t need any HELP, I’m FUNCTIONING, I’m just having a SELF CARE DAY OK”

Also I’m sorry but

Jasper: “It took forever to yank those puny green earthlings out of the ground.”

Steven: “You mean grass...?“

THIS. RIGHT HERE. is peak Jasper. 

It’s also curious how INVESTED Steven is in this:

“I’m TRYING to give you [a purpose]!“

Why are you... trying to do that, though? Isn’t the whole idea for gems to surpass their ‘purpose’ and just kinda... do whatever? Isn’t Jasper just kinda... doing whatever? 

I mean, sure, it’s not useful to anyone, but she seems relatively happy. Aside from. You know. The whole laying on rocks under blankets until she’s disturbed thing and-- okay, you’re right, maybe an intervention would be healthy. 

I’m not gonna talk at length about the rest of the episode - although I think it’s really good, I don’t know what I can say about it that hasn’t already been said. Jasper is definitely poking Steven’s buttons and rephrasing a LOT of what WHITE has said to Pink: “You surround yourself with inferior gems because it makes you feel better.”

And Steven REACTS to this. The taunt WORKS.

And yes, he gains some extra powers for it, but something tells me this AIN’T the only thing he will get. It feels like a two-edged sword. Like it’ll be his own downfall somehow....... maybe at the end of the series. 

Ashes to ashes.... hole to hole.

And oh wow I thought they were gonna bond but LMAO

“Consider your fight back there your first and ONLY lesson.“

Basically:

I love you Jasper.

EP 2: GUIDANCE

I LOVE YOU AMETHYST.

sHE’S doing SO much and she’s SO good at it!! Look at her!! Organizing stuff!!!! 

RUBIES IN SUNGLASSES. IN SQUARE SUNGLASSES. 

I need 20. 

And I also need 20 of Larimar because holy shit that’s hilarious. 

Larimar: “I want to hear the human screams forever.”

Steven: “Okay that’s kinda troubling.”

I love the reference to Monsters Inc here and I love the callback at the end of the episode when Larimar switches to Human Laughter to get her fill of that particular erm... need. 

And honestly the ensuing chaos is equally predictable and entertaining. 

I’m SO glad to know that Rubies are just... Like That and that actually Navy is not a deviation from the norm but rather a different flavor of the chaotic energy all Rubies naturally seem to possess. 

Amethyst is also super relatable:

“Ah yes, the fool comes crawling back. Come to beg for forgiveness, have you?”

In fact, the episode’s WHOLe HUMOUR is just very much My Brand

“Sometimes you save all the people but the rollercoaster still crashes into the ocean...... and that’s okay.”

Including the Running Gag that is Onion. Who... does not appear to have aged. At all. And that’s okay.

EP 3: ROSE BUDS

Okay where do I even begin with this one. Um.

I have to openly admit that I spent the majority of this episode wheezing with laughter. Let’s start with the Zoomans:

Who are CLEARLY STILL SUPER SALTY AT GREG ABOUT REJECTING THEM??? Which is hilarious. 

And also this paradise is fascinating in and of itself. 

But the next scene is basically where I started losing my shit.

Okay, okay, alright so. Uh. I have... a few questions.

Like Why. WHY. Does she look. SO MUCH like Rose? 

Clearly Rose Quartz differ in coloring and etc. But She literally looks. Like THE Rose. VERY explicitly. 

So here’s several options here:

1) Pink made Rose Quartz way before any of the Rebellion happened and Pearl just basically pigeonholed her into THIS specific Rose Quartz appearance because she (???) had a crush? Or somehow saw this specific Rose, thought ‘hot, i can make my sympathetic Diamond wear this exact costume and that would be EXCELLENT fanservice for ME’

2) Pink didn’t have any Rose Quartz until the Rebellion, and thereafter quickly decided ‘I need these gems as an alibi, so we’re just gonna make them” and she and Pearl basically inclubated Rose Quartz like a pokemon trainer hatching for a Shiny until they got one that looked Exactly Like That. 

3) There was no Thinking involved because this is Pink we’re talking about, and it was all just a huge coincidence for the sake of this Very Hilariously Uncomfortable Episode. 

While we ruminate on that, let’s look at some Relatable Reactions.

And here we have the holy trinity of “I have just seen the clone of my deceased parent/parental figure/lover.”

Featuring: Bonus ‘I’m Almost Over It’ Pearl

Also, I need y’all to make this into a meme:

For example:

Anyway, alright, alright. 

That relatable feel when your (hot) dead lesbian lover’s clone asks you if you’re okay after another one of the (less hot?) clones offers you a whole ass stick of butter to eat. 

And then you and your friends all hide in the bathroom to talk about your feelings:

Okay, the rest of the episode gives me FEELINGS and I love how hard Steven is trying, so I’ll just close it off with:

I LOVE THEM. Unironically, they are EVERYTHING I had hoped Rose Quartz would be. They’re SO MUCH like Rose herself - did she model her personality after them? Or are they just like her because she WAS like that, and they’re made from her essence? WHO KNOWS?! They’re adorable!

And the conflict between them and Steven is honestly so gooD! I don’t know if it’s completely relatable but I’m glad they ended up talking it out.

I wonder if we’ll ever see Her again... you know who I’m talkin’ about. 

Her....

I’m madly in love with Rose, ok, I don’t need a callout post. Just leave me be.

EP 4:  VOLLEYBALL

Alright, alright, alright.

OKAy,.... It’s fine. It’s FINE. I’m fINE. 

Confirmed: 8000 years. That’s. UH. A LOT? That puts our timelines quite a ways back. We kind of estimated as much, but still, it’s so jarring to think about. And PP is VERY casual about it. 

She’s also VERY casual about the injury.

“This is all Pink Diamond!”

It doesn’t seem like it bothers her to talk about it at all. She’s not even trying to keep it a secret. So I’m almost wondering - was there a connection to her being taken by White and the injury at all or not? 

She came to Steven to get healed - she clearly wants it gone. At the time she was injured, did Pink not even attempt to heal the injury? 

Follow up question: If she DID care, why didn’t she try to heal it?

Follow up to the follow up: Was it because she didn’t know she could? Or did she simply not have the time to (White removed her before she could)? 

When Steven goes pink, she gasps - but makes no further comment. It’s presumably because she’s seen this happen before. She doesn’t try to move away, weirdly enough - she asks him if everything is alright. Perhaps the context is too different for it to be triggering for her. Perhaps there’s more layers to it? HMMM. 

What follows is, perhaps, the SALTIEST we’ve seen Pearl since Greg rolled around.

“Did you come to compete?”

This is doubly curious to me because Crewniverse has previously explicitly stated that Pearl was NOT in love with Pink Diamond. She was in love with Rose. So if this is true, why would Pearl care about her place as Pink’s Pearl? She is supposed to be past all that, isn’t she? 

And yet as time goes on, the salinity grows exponentially. Alright, you two, I know you’re Pearls but tone it down with the sass. 

(Also, I’m sorry but I will NEVER call her Volleyball. That’s all. Bye.)

Also it’s worth noting that... PP is clearly VERY much in love with Pink.

This is, perhaps, where the lack of a grudge plays into it. She’s completely enamoured.

Moreover, she’s VERY casual about how she talks here. This isn’t exactly how one talks of their Diamond. This is how people talk about their romantic partners. She calls Pink silly, calls her ‘funny’. That’s not exactly a term of respect - it’s way more intimate than that. 

Also, did anyone else notice how, although CG Pearl’s gem is usually shaded in teal, it’s in Pink in this episode? VEEEERY subtle, Crew.

Also, we can’t quite see Pink Pearl’s expression fully here because her working eye isn’t visible, which makes it hard to get a read on things like

“I’m older than you.“ Is she just saying it casually? Or is she fully aware that she’s poking fun at CG Pearl? 

HI SHELL. ISN’T IT FUNNY HOW YOUR VOICE AND YOUR NAME ARE A SUBTLE NOD TO PORTAL, WHICH IS FORESHADOWING HOW BADLY THIS IS GONNA END. 

Meanwhile, Pearl continues to be in character.

“No need to be overly... attached.”

And this has nothing to do with anything but

she cute

Aaaand now it’s creepy again.

The rest of this is super important so let’s get to it:

“Oh, no. Pink did this.”

“What did you say?”

“It’s a funny story, really. Once, Pink got tired of asking Yellow and Blue for her own colony, so she went straight to White. Of course, White told her she wasn’t fit to run one... and well! That set her off.”

“Set her off? What are you talking about?”

“You remember how she was! With her destructive powers, throwing tantrums left and right! She had a scream that could crack the walls. She didn’t mean to hurt me! (giggle) I just happened to be standing too close to her that time and--”

And then Steven interrupts. 

We get more CG Pearl arguing for how wrong this image of Pink is to her. What CG Pearl knew was a totally different (or, well, same, but VERY changed) Pink. 

But what we have to prove our point is Steven himself. He rolls into the EXACT same state as Pink presumably did - and begins to over-use his powers. 

(This isn’t the first time we have seen him use this attack.)

The reactions from the Pearls are telling - this is clearly not Pink Pearl’s first rodeo with this type of Mood. 

And it’s important to note that Steven clearly didn’t direct any attack AT them. He simply yelled - and the whole dang place literally started to crack. There’s weight to the argument that possibly, Pink really DIDN’T mean to hurt her Pearl - that she was just collateral damage. 

Which doesn’t make it any better, obviously. Even if Pink had no direct intention of hurting her Pearl (and there are theories that Pink purposefully hit or threw Pink Pearl or somehow physically acted directly to damage her, which I was skeptical of) the result of it is still the same.

If you raise your voice and yell, even if you’re just yelling because YOU are hurt/have feelings, you might still hurt the people around you. If you throw a tantrum, even if your direct goal was just to let off some steam without aiming to harm anyone, whoever gets in your way is still the victim. 

And this is all very much On Brand for Pink’s timeline as we know it. We already knew this about her - we KNEW she tended to throw tantrums (like in the flashback on Jungle Moon) and that she was childish. The fact that she accidentally hurt her Pearl in the process because she had no self-control at that period in her life comes as no surprise. 

(Although it’s important to mention that perhaps hurting her own Pearl WAS the breaking point during which she finally realized how her emotional outbursts could have negative consequences on those around her.)

And this is a very beautiful message - even if Pink Pearl still doesn’t want to blame Pink for what was done to her (”But... she didn’t mean to!”) Pearl brings the point of it back around to her (”But you were still hurt!”) The point isn’t the person who did the hurting - the focus is on the victim and how they were affected. 

And the rest, I daresay, is history. 

I like the fact that they managed to still bring it back around to the main message: 

It isn’t about just “Pink was bad”. It’s about how she did bad things. And there were multiple sides to her - multiple stages. And the Pearls who knew her knew different sides of her - the side that didn’t know how to be a good person, who was selfish and childish and unrestrained... and  the side that was, arguable, too restrained. Who hated her own past, her own character and her own mistakes so much that she would rather bury them and keep secrets from everyone. 

And neither of those things were good, and neither were healthy, but they are a GREAT contrast to a GREAT character arc that is, arguably, still being unearthed. And we have so much more context for it all now. 

I, for one, can’t wait to see and discover more of Pink through Pink Pearl - no matter how ugly that side of her might be. I think it gives great perspective to her later growth. 

And if you ship the Pearls.. .well, I get why. 

Personally I’m not interested in it that way. Call me unromantic - I don’t think their relationship NEEDS to be shippy in order to be satisfyingly deep. I love the idea of them having a deep bond over this - a shared past, a shared experience, and gaining confidence through one another. 

Cheers and thanks for listening!