#would he try to ignore them unless they sought him out first? and if they did confront him how would he respond?

[couldbebetterforsure]

So I watched episode one of Crossroads and then decided to look up the story from the game to read it, and this is my main takeaway at the moment.

[torturedtypewritersdept]

the sun + the sand - pt. six - the proposition

↳PAIRING: bff!rafe cameron x fem!reader

↳SUMMARY:you have a stalker, but your best friend rafe won't let anything happen to you, even if he has to come clean about how he really feels.

↳WARNINGS: mentions of stalking, blackmail, inappropriate behavior (not from rafe), protective!rafe, etc.

↳A/N: this is a repost from my old blog @illicitfixations + @lovelornanonymity. all of my works are being reposted to this one + the previous blog has been deactivated.

The aluminum of the boat you sat in swayed back and forth, the ebb and flow of the current beneath it creating a rocking pattern against your skin. It had always made you nauseous – being on the water. There was something about the unsteady, uncoordinated movement of the waves that reminded you how much you were like them, floating through life with no destination. You had always followed what everyone else was doing and when you were drowning, Rafe clung to you; he had always been the life vest protecting you amidst the water trying to permeate your lungs. The nausea was overwhelming as you listened to Pope spew facts he had learned at the science camp he had spent the first few weeks of his summer at; his obsession with becoming a coroner shining through as he led the conversation. You couldn’t quite wrap your mind around what was being said the same way John B’s arm draped around your shoulders, you should’ve been enjoying affection from a boy, especially one so sought after. But, you couldn’t because really, it all felt wrong. It always did when you spent time with this crowd. Though the blue and pink hues of the decorated cotton candy sky was a nice addition to your sunset boat ride, you still felt out of place. You knew you would no matter what. Even after John had practically begged you like a puppy to join the gang for this rendezvous, promising JJ would be nowhere in sight – it still felt odd and wrong to be there, to be amidst his friends, when all you could think about was Rafe. You were torn away from the thoughts that your brain was creating at the speed of light as your phone chimed. 

Unknown: you look so beautiful today. 

The screen read a sweet message and you wondered who it was from, it couldn’t be Rafe. If he was going to say something sweet, he wouldn’t text you from a private number. You quickly closed and locked your phone thinking it must be nothing more than a wrong number, even though the compliment gave you the resemblance of butterflies in your gut. 

Unknown: don’t ignore me. 

This time as your phone chimed, the message changed in tone and you decided to reply – a snarky, sarcastic comment for the person who remained anonymous was what you dished out. 

To unknown: It’s hard to reply when I don't know who I’m speaking to. 

As quickly as you had hit send, another message appeared in the queue. 

Unknown: watch your mouth or I'll gut you like a fish. 

You swallowed thickly at the words that littered your screen, unsure of who was behind them. You couldn’t think of anyone who would talk to you like that unless it was one of your boys playing a joke. But quickly pushed away the thought. Surely, they’d never speak to you that way even if they were kidding, or so you hoped. 

“Are you alright, y/n?” 

John B’s voice echoed against your ears as tears pricked your eyes and panic rose through your chest, the walls of your heart contracting simultaneously, you subconsciously recognized the tells of an anxiety attack creeping its way up your throat. John B’s lack of awareness, lack of knowing you the way Rafe did was just one more reason why you needed to be away from him. 

“R-rafe, take me to Rafe. Please.” 

You begged and he nodded though reluctant, wanting you to trust him and confide in him the same way that you did Rafe. He wanted you to be his peach, to regard him in your heart the same way you regarded the Cameron boy, though part of him knew it would never happen. Girls like you weren’t meant to end up with guys like him and even if you loved him in the same way he loved you, he knew Rafe Cameron would die before he ever let it happen. 

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John B barely had time to get the hms pogue adjacent to the Cameron’s dock before you jumped off the ledge, clearing the width between the aluminum and the wood of the pier. You needed Rafe and you needed him now, it left no time for pleasantries and frankly, you didn’t care about the routledge boy enough to provide him with a false sense of comfort, a false sense that you were his when you weren’t. So, you did what you knew how to – you ran. Your feet padded against the wood of the dock as fast as they could, your breath uneven as you made it to the end and scoured the property for your person. He stood by Kelce and Topper at the pool, his tan skin stretched across broad shoulders, muscles contracting as he laughed and sipped from the red solo cup in his hand. You made your way toward him, almost knocking him over as you latched on to him like a child after losing their parents in the grocery store. 

“I know those arms, anywhere.” 

He chuckled against you, leaning into you as you hugged him from behind. You stilled against him, muscles retracting in relief as just his aura brought you an immeasurable amount of peace. His laughter stopped as he felt tiny drops hit the skin at the middle of his spine and before you could protest he turned around, taking you in. His blue orbs searched you for injury, it wasn’t like you to look so panicked, especially in public settings. This behavior was not like you in any sense and he couldn’t figure out for the life of him what was going on. So, he did what he did best. He picked you up, guiding your arms and legs around his neck and torso in a koala like hold and carried you to his bedroom, knowing that whatever was plaguing you couldn’t be shared in front of the other two stooges. As he entered the threshold of his bedroom, he placed you onto the blue satin sheets that you loved so much, the coolness against your skin was already soothing you as Rafe parted your knees and wedged his body between them, balancing on the balls of his feet. Your eyes remained focused on the tan skin of his chest, his pectoral muscles built to such a degree that it made him look like a c-cup. You smiled briefly at the thought. 

“Peach, baby, what’s going on?” 

He asked, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear and rubbing his thumb across the skin of your cheek. 

“I-, were you and the boys sending me weird texts earlier?” 

You stuttered as you asked, afraid of his answer being yes, but also afraid of it being no. You wanted so badly for it to be a practical joke and for you not to have a reason to be scared. 

“No, baby. Why would you ask that?” 

You didn’t respond, simply handing over the phone, placing it in his hands and watching as he took in the conversation. His eyes darted back and forth as read the contents of the screen, stopping only when he was finished. 

“Are you alright, sweetheart?” 

He questioned, remaining in his spot between your legs. 

“I’m fine – that’s the last thing I need to hear right now, Rafe.” 

He swallowed thickly before retorting. 

“Well, what do you need to hear? What am I supposed to say about this? About you showing up on my doorstep every time you’re in trouble?” 

His words stung – he knew they had, shit, they had felt like vomit expelling from him, the twist of his insides after he lurched over the toilet ever present. That’s what he felt as he watched your face contort in sadness. 

“I don’t know, tell me this is fake, that it’s a joke, that I don’t have a reason to be scared. I mean, this paired with all the other weird shit, it just, I don’t know, okay? Sorry – I’ll go. I just didn’t know what to do. But, hey – I’ll figure it out.” 

You said, swaying on your feet as you stood, preparing to walk away from the room of the boy you loved. Your brain didn’t process any of what he said in normal emotion, it only registered that he was sick of you and you were adding stress to him and that was the last thing you ever wanted to do. He pulled you in by your wrist, making your face collide with the muscles of his chest as he rubbed your hair away from your face and craned his neck to plant a kiss on your forehead. 

“I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean that the way it came out. I want to help you, okay? You are not going to navigate this by yourself, peach. I’d die if something happened to you. Now, I think I may have an idea.” 

You pulled your head away from his chest, meeting his eyes with question laced in yours. 

“What did you have in mind?” 

You asked, moving to sit on the bed again and Rafe followed your lead, plopping down parallel to you before turning to face you. 

“Well – it seems like all this stuff is related, that weirdo at your house and these texts. I’m worried someone is stalking you, sweetheart.” 

He said, blue eyes boring into yours and you had to fight the urge to laugh at him. 

“Stalking? Come on, Rafe – as if. I’m not special enough for someone to stalk me.” 

You muttered.

“Peach – yes you are. Just because you can’t see that, doesn’t mean it’s not possible, baby.” 

He replied, grabbing your hands in his. 

“Okay, so what’s your big idea? I mean what are we supposed to do? We don’t even know who it could be.”  

You stated matter-of-factly. 

“I think we should be boyfriend and girlfriend.”

He replied and you were shell-shocked, the question and confusion written on your face. 

“Huh? Like for real?” 

You asked. 

“I mean – I need to protect you and come on, it’s not so far off for us, is it? The idea of being your fake boyfriend for a while, I mean. No one will come near you if you’re with me, sweetheart and it just means more time with my Georgia peach.” 

He said, smiling from ear-to-ear. 

“How long are we supposed to keep this up?” 

You questioned. ‘Forever, I hope’ he thought as he stared into your sweet face. 

“As long as it takes.” 

He replied, pushing his thoughts down. 

“Okay, but we have to make it look real, Rafe. People will figure it out otherwise, we can’t just act like we usually do.” 

You said and he curled his eyebrow upward. 

“What do you propose, Peach?” 

He asked.

“I mean – we could kiss?” 

You said, almost in the form of a question and he leaned forward, pressing his lips to yours. You were shocked, mostly because it felt the way it was supposed to, the way you had always daydreamed about, electricity running from your mouth to the tips of your toes. You pulled away after a moment and looked at him. 

“Just practicing.” 

He said, a smirk lifting on one side of his mouth. You couldn’t help but smile and wished so badly that one day, this would all be real. 

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Just curious... I want to know your thoughts on this.

Hi anon,

I must say I actually really love reading from Jikookers who have very different opinions on what Jikook’s relationship might actually be like and I don’t know about others but I enjoyed reading OP’s thoughts on the whole thing as this was an angle I had never seen any Jikooker discuss before.

I have always said that, anything is possible because we unfortunately don’t know every side of their story and I have also always said that, there is a good possibility that Jikook didn’t have a conventional relationship, not because they didn’t want to but because their circumstances made it impossible for them to.

This is just my opinion obviously but I don’t quite agree with OP on the point that they might have never realized that they loved each other. 13 years is a very long time for people who have lived that closely and have been that close to each other, spending a lot of down and private time with each other to not realize how they felt for each other.

I think this is an argument we can make about fetus Jikook because I honestly believe that they (especially Jimin) didn’t understand he felt for Jungkook. This might be an unpopular opinion but Jungkook might have figured out first that he liked Jimin in a way he shouldn’t which would explain his hot and cold attitude towards him. You know ignoring him when Jimin payed attention to him and then sought him out when Jimin wasn’t paying attention. Shoving him in walls in front of the camera but going to cuddle him in his sleep and wanting to spend nights with him. Fetus Jk was the epitome of a hormonal teen with a crush on someone they didn’t want to accept that they liked.

Jimin on the other hand let himself feel what he felt for Jungkook but he just didn’t understand why he liked Jungkook the way he did. We heard teenage Jimin ask himself multiple times why he liked Jungkook so much and even mentioned how it drove him crazy how much he liked Jungkook. We had fetus Jimin openly saying that he thought Jungkook was really cute but he knew that if he said that, people would think he was weird. He was clearly questioning himself about his feelings for Jungkook possibly because these feelings for another guy like himself were not feelings he had had before but I think after sometime, he figure it out and knew that he had a crush on Jungkook or was in love with him. I think that even though Jungkook probably figured out that he was attracted to Jimin in a different way before Jimin did, I think Jungkook had a harder time letting Jimin see or know that he liked him.

Jimin in my opinion is someone who gives his all to the people he is in love with. He jumps into it with his entire body and completely lets that person know all his cards while Jungkook is one who feels these things but is more weary of letting the person know all his cards unless push comes to shove (hello rainy day story) Jungkook is a softy who desperately wants to act like a tsundere. He always wants to seem or come off cool so he plays the tough uninterested guy (I mean how do you explain him shoving Jimin away or ignoring Jimin every time Jimin was affectionate but at the same time went to cuddle him in his sleep or kept trying to touch him when Jimin wasn’t paying attention?) while Jimin is/was that person who loves like a fool. Jungkook wants to seem cool and like he is a “je m’en fous” kind of person but he is really a softy. Jk is the kind of person who would verbally deny how he feels just because he doesn’t want to lose points lol while Jimin is that person who doesn’t care if he loses points as he just wants to be able to freely talk about and express his feelings. It is kinda hard to explain but even though I find that Jk tends to act tough, I think he actually even loves harder than Jimin does but just hates to admit that he does while Jimin has no problem admitting that he is a goner.

I also don’t think Jimin and Jungkook haven’t acted on their feelings. Let’s be serious here for a moment we are not 12. Who honestly believes that Jimin and Jungkook spent all those long nights together so often just looking at each other’s faces? Over the years Jimin and Jungkook clearly liked going to spend their nights and downtime with each other alone and while this is partly because they had the same sleeping habits, there were definitely other reasons. We are talking about them constantly choosing to be together ALONE at nights and during other downtimes even though they usually spent almost all day together with the rest of the members. I know we have discussed this at length but who honestly believes that in LA, Jk kept going to spend hours in Jimin’s hotel room because he was too lazy to take 5 extra steps to any other member’s room? We are talking about boys who met and probably fell for each other while they were hormonal teenagers who barely had a chance to date because of their hectic schedules and because they weren’t even really allowed to because of the career path they choose. These two hormonal teens obviously feel attracted to each other and surprise, surprise love to spend a lot of time together alone, mostly at nights…..come on, do we really think their will power was tough enough to resist how attracted to each other they were? I am betting good money on the point that they definitely acted on those feelings.

Now where I do somewhat agree with OP is on the point that their circumstances may have made things difficult for them to have a conventional relationship. Sometimes we don’t get just how difficult things must have been from their pov. Now, this isn’t to say that there aren’t people who have made things work under the most difficult circumstances but I think that them being famous and all, made things a little more difficult for them. I also agree that there may have been points when things felt a little too serious for them and they panicked and took steps back from each other. I don’t necessarily think that they hooked up with other people though because not everybody turns to hooking up with other people just because they can’t be with the ones they love but it isn’t an impossibility.

I think Jimin and Jungkook’s relationship is a lot more complicated that any of us could even begin to understand and I think that within all the years of them being together, they have had a ton of ups and downs.

I think Jimin and Jungkook are together but I don’t know how together they are. I think Jimin and Jungkook love each other and are possibly in love with each other and have always been but I don’t know how seriously they choose to treat what they felt/ feel for each other. I think they both know what they feel for each other and regardless of how they agreed to deal with those feelings, I think they were moments where they wanted to just have a normal relationship and probably just date and let everyone know. I think there were moments where they got frustrated about not being able to love each other freely or be together like they wanted to be which led to them expressing those feelings in unconventional ways. Say whatever you want but JK’s GCFs to me was a way he found to express how he felt for Jimin. I think his GCFs were an outlet to release those feelings he felt like he had to hide from the world and he found a clever way to do it. I think that during Rosebowl, when Jimin and Jungkook kept shouting “I love you” and “Love You” back to back, I think those were not to the fans but to each other. The moment they stopped saying “I love you guys” and switched to “ I love you” while saying it right after each other, that was them shouting to the world that they loved each other but of course doing it in a clever way that didn’t make things obvious. I think those two have craved having a normal relationship where they could openly be together and tell the world about how they felt for each other but couldn’t and this made them sad and also put strains in whatever relationship they have with each other.

Things were never bound to completely make sense for the simple fact that we don’t have all the information. We are not always able to explain their happiness, sadness, coldness, aloofness, anger because we don’t know what happens in their lives everyday. I believe I have said this before but even though I had always been positive that Jungkook loved Jimin a lot, no other period showed me just how much he loved Jimin like the solo era did. I remember watching Jungkook’s actions in the solo era with my jaw touching the floor because he couldn’t be more obvious and watching the Jimin centric Live he did on March 27th 2023 always breaks my heart in so many ways,I mean who watched those lives and doesn’t see how much Jungkook loves Jimin? Who watched those lives and didn’t wonder why Jimin eats hot food on Suchwita and we have Jungkook repeating twice with obvious concern on his face that the food must be hot and going ahead to move his mouth like he is trying to cool down the burning sensation for Jimin? Who watched Jk and didn’t notice how obviously attracted he is to Jimin by how he went so still and almost stopped breathing while he watched SMF pt 2 Jimin? Who watched Jk in the solo era and didn’t question why someone would wake up at 4am to watch his band mate while kicking, smiling and blushing? Nah, Jimin and Jungkook know how they feel about each other, have probably acted on those feelings or done something about it but I just don’t know what they decided to term what it is they have with each other and how seriously they have chosen to treat those feelings.

Life and relationships are extremely complicated so anything at all is possible. Even though most of us wish for or hope that Jikook have this fairytale type of romance, it probably isn’t always like that because unfortunately life knows how to throw the biggest curve balls and that’s why it is important to keep an open mind about how things might really be with these two. I feel like it is obvious to me that they love and are attracted to each other. I also think it is abit unrealistic to think they haven’t acted on their feelings but what we don’t know for sure is how seriously they choose to treat those very obvious feelings they’ve always had for each other, so I do agree with OP to some extent and disagree with some of their points but I think their post was really good and it felt refreshing to get a different pov.

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Jason is bothering you, he's determined to get to Eddie through you and does his best to annoy you and get you down. You hide this from Eddie but he finds out.

Angst with a happy ending. Protective Eddie.

💞

Jason had been annoying you all week.

At first it was just stupid taunts in the hallway, taunts you would ignore by holding your head high and walking away. You rarely gave the asshole the time of day.

Unless he was pissing off your boyfriend Eddie, then you had no problem letting Jason know what you thought of him.

Yesterday and today had been different from Jason's usual taunts though. Yesterday he was borderline hostile and when you walked past him, he made sure to stick his foot out so you fell to the floor.

The fall had caused bruising on your knees and you were torn between humiliation and fury. What the hell was that douchebag's problem?

Today has been even worse. Jason specifically sought you out to pick at you and upended the contents of his milkshake on you.

He left you shaking with tears and covered in the liquid. He actually smirked and laughed, then walked away as if it was no big deal.

Robin saw everything and helped clean you up but you were still shaky and nervous about what Jason would do next. Fuck, if you told Eddie he would hit the roof.

You decided to keep this to yourself for now.

💞

It's hard to not tell Eddie anything because Jason's taunts and the fact that your legs are aching. You've been trying to relax with Eddie but Jason's words keep playing on your mind and Eddie is suspicious about the bruising on your legs. You can tell he doesn't buy that you tripped.

"Sweetheart, are you sure you're okay? I can feel something is wrong. I know my princess and I know you're down" tears pool in your eyes and Eddie's hands tighten around your waist.

He gently wipes your tears away, feels his heart clench at you being upset.

"Sweetheart, please tell me what's wrong?" He hates seeing you cry, it physically pains him and if he finds out the reason, if someone has made you upset then there will be hell to pay.

"Jason, he's been annoying me all week and the last few days he's been really bad. He tripped me up and I have bruising on my knees, he poured his milkshake on me and has just been a dickhead all week"

Eddie freezes, hot fury pools in his body and he's shaking. He's never felt this pissed off in his life.

Jason could do whatever he wanted to him but you? His girl, his princess. You were off limits.

He will deal with Jason tomorrow. For now he's going to make sure that you're okay. He gently pulls you onto his lap and presses tender kisses to your lips and forehead.

"Eddie?, you're not going to do anything rash are you?" You're peering up at him anxiously and he soothes you for a few seconds.

"Don't you worry princess, everything will be okay"

💞💞

Eddie wastes no time in finding Jason the next day, he's laughing with his friends and Eddie stalks up to them and one look from him sends them scurrying away.

"What's up freak?" Jason smirks at him and that pisses Eddie off even more.

"Heard you've been bothering my girl asshole"

Eddie smirks as Jason pales. Good, he hopes the asshole is scared.

Jason feels his blood run cold. That smirk is full of cold fury and he realises how much he's fucked up.

"You go near my girl again, you touch even one hair on her head and there will be hell to pay. You hear me?" Jason snorts and Eddie's eyes narrow.

"I mean it Carver. I am not a violent person but I will make an exception for you dickhead" Jason seems to get the hint and he visibly shrinks under Eddie's death glare then hurries off.

With that sorted and enough time wasted on Carver he heads away to find you.

💞💞

Jason walks around with his tail between his legs all week and yet he says nothing. You don't realise that Eddie scared the crap out of him, you're just thankful Jason is leaving you in peace.

You snuggle into Eddie and he kisses your forehead, he flips the bird to Jason and dotes on you for the rest of the day.

Jason doesn't bother you again. Not with Eddie the Brave at your side.

[akutasoda]

Greetings! This is my first time requesting on tumblr so please lmk if I was specific enough? I really liked your headcanons about the Obey Me brothers with a rebellious teen mc, and I was wondering if you could do one with the dateables (platonic ofc)

If you feel comfortable, maybe the mc has a lot of trauma and subconsciously latches on to them as a healing parental/family figure? If you’re not comfortable adding that, just ignore the last part.

Have a nice day! (^_<)〜☆

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undateables wave 1

synopsis - first impressions in the devildom did solely depend on your current rebellious stage

includes - diavolo, barbatos, simeon, solomon - all platonic

warnings - gn!teen!reader, reader is mentioned to have undescribed past trauma, fluff, slight crack/angst, wc - 803

a/n: hello! thank you and hope your doing well! if you want the other dateables lmk!!

diavolo ★↷

↪he had found your little rebbelions entertaining. from the very first moment he couldn't explain why but he loved the kind of challenges he reckons the new exchange student would bring - much to both lucifers and barbatos dismay. although it couldn't be help when the little nagging feeling of wanting to protect you arose.

↪he never minded when you sought out his presence, never really catching on to why but always excused barbatos when he asked why. maybe he would eventually catch on as to why or maybe you told him. either way when he found out, that urge to protect you grew and he became determined to heal those memories.

↪his duties may keep him busy quite often but he would always make compromise to be with you, especially if something triggered a particularly bad memory. additionally just enjoys spending time with you, he took on the role as your healing/parental figure as if it was always that way.

barbatos ★↷

↪when you had first arrived in devildom he was only concerned about your age considering you would be staying in a place like this. sure your initial display of defiance would concern him more but he didn't really care for that. he was one of the only people to properly read your files afterall.

↪and as time went along he would notice how you naturally gravitated toward him for anything. he could probably guess the reason and never would press you to tell him. he wouldn't mind being your new parental/healing figure as atleast he knew someone was doing it right - and he enjoyed being with you almost to the point were he truly saw you as his own younger sibling.

↪would additionally always be the first at your side to comfort you whenever some form of trauma resurfaced, no matter what he was doing prior. always looking to replace those bad memories with newer, better ones. would very much grow accustomed to having you around and would always feel slightly worse when he hadn't seen you that day.

simeon ★↷

↪simeon was quite confused when he first met you as the new exchange student. he did feel a concern with someone as young as you being in such a place, let alone with that attitude. but he knew it wasn't his place to object so he did take it upon himself to look out for you whenever possible.

↪then he started noticing how you always sought his presence out - truth be told, his kind nature meant you naturally started gravitating towards him ad your new parental/healing figure. and however he found out he didn't mind, in fact he was rather glad. not about why you were doing this, but glad you had chosen him as now he knew he wanted to replace any bad memories with better ones.

↪your rebellious nature didn't phase him, in fact he did find it quite amusing at times - not when you nearly out yourself in danger however. he would never ask for a full explanation unless you willingly gave it to him as he knew it was a sore subject. overall just really took it upon himself to look out for you.

solomon ★↷

↪he didn't quite know what to think when he learnt the new exchange student was in fact a teenager. but then he found out your in your rebellious phase and loved it. he knew you would bring a certain essence to the program and he was there for it.

↪despite the brothers protest in you not listening to them when they told you to avoid solomon, you did and quickly saw him as your parental/healing figure. he wasn't oblivious and knew straight away when you started hanging out with him more and more. especially when you would always ask for his opinion or for him to do stuff with you - and he happily obliged to any of it.

↪he knew how important having a healing figure in your life would be, so he wanted to offer you a better time than whatever you faced before coming to the devildom. he also loves your rebellious behaviour and finds it very fun especially when you deny lucifer.

[sabo-has-my-heart]

Hi Astra, こんにちは！！, I saw that you are open for requests so I'm hoping you can do this one. I found you on Ao3 recently and I’m in love with your writing!!

Can I request an angst with a fluff ending of Ace and fem!Reader where reader is broken hearted for Ace not recognizing her love for him and always goes for other girls. They have a fight and reader gets mad and runs outside and in the heat of the moment, she was careless and got into an accident which she did not make it.

Time rewinds back to the moment she first met Ace (basically reader has a second chance in life but she does not start again at birth but starts again when she first met Ace). This time reader is over with Ace and tries to avoid him for a better life, but Ace’a attitude changes. He is pinning for her hard.

A fluff ending where Ace also remembers his past life and he was actually devastated and only realized his feeling after reader’s accident, which cause him to try hard for this second to make up for his mistake.

Thank you so much! It’s absolutely okay if you are not comfortable with this, I just want to give it a shot! I also hope this is not violating any of the rule you have (I double checked but I’m still scared) Best wishes to you and your writing blog!

Okay, so I have to split this into 2 parts because otherwise it would go over 2k words and I don't go over 2k words per piece unless it's a commission. There are reasons for that but that's not the point. Also! I love this trope! I've been reading some Korean webcomics (translated to english) that are along these lines and I absolutely f*#&ing love them! I've been trying to figure out how to write this idea forever! So thank you for sending this in!

Second Time Around

Warnings: death, Modern AU

Word Count: 1260

     Watching him flirt with more girls, you couldn’t help but feel your heart break more and more. He was always going for all these other girls, short flings or one night stands, but never something more. You’d loved him for some time, you knew you loved him. Not a crush, not some passing fancy, but love, actual love. The things you’d have done for him, the things you had done for him. Nothing illegal, mind you, but definately not things a person with a simple crush would have done. For the time, you’d just sought to be his friend, asked for nothing more than his friendship, but it was getting harder and harder to watch him flirt with all these women when you cared so much for him. The number of times you’d tried to tell him you loved him; the number of times you’d tried to get him to realize your feelings. But he didn’t, you’d done everything short of outright shouting that you loved him, but he just seemed to ignore you, ignore your feelings for him. Hell, you’d actually asked him out on a date, actual ‘will you go out on a date with me?’ His response? ‘Just a date between friends? Sounds great!’ Was he fucking dense? Did he do it on purpose? Turning away from the movie like scene, you wrapped your arms around you, glancing at other memories that surrounded you, lining either side of the glowing pathway you stood on. In your anger and heartbreak, you had been careless. Turning towards another scene, you let a few tears fall. Your last moments with him, shouting at each other, telling him how you really felt as you yelled at him. The look on his face when you’d told him. A mix of feelings in his eyes. Anger, annoyance, shock, confusion. Yet you didn’t see the one emotion you’d wanted to see. You didn’t see love. Compassion, longing, affection, anything that would have made things better or given you hope. The next ‘video’ was blurred; you knew why it was blurred. Your tears had obscured your vision as you ran out of the apartment, as you ran down the street. Maybe if you hadn’t been careless enough to run across a busy street, maybe if you had been paying more attention, you wouldn’t be in this situation. But you were. All you remembered was the sound of a horn, the sudden jolt, and the feeling of your feet leaving the ground. You didn’t remember pain, you didn’t remember hitting the asphalt, you didn’t remember the screams. Just a sound and suddenly you were here. Watching memories as you walked further along the path. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what had happened. Didn’t take a genius to figure out where you were. Was this the ‘life flashing before your eyes’ that people had described? Maybe when you were near death it happened faster. But you were dead dead. Not near dead.

     “Tch, how cliche. A girl dies shortly after getting her heartbroken. As she dies she swears that if she could do it over again, she wouldn’t fall in love with him again. Like something out of some stupid romance novel. But I’m not coming back to life, I don’t want to come back to life and I doubt anyone cares enough about me to bring me back.” you said sadly, arms still wrapped around yourself.

     “Are you saying you don’t want to try again?” a voice asked, drawing your attention. Looking over you saw what looked like a little boy, “Cause I could, you know? I could totally bring you back. You think there isnt someone who loves you enough? There is! Someone asked me to bring you back!” he said with a giggle. You looked at him in confusion, who was this little boy.

     “I thought Death was supposed to be some skeleton in a black robe with a scythe.” you scoffed, turning away from him, continuing down the glowing path.

     “Hehehe, you think I’m death? Of course I’m not death, silly. I’m da-da-da-DA! A PHOENIX!” the boy said, spinning around and striking a pose. You chuckled, the sound turning into a full on laugh at the boy.

     “A phoenix? Really? Like the mythical creature? Please, I may be dead, but I’m not gulliable. Besides, why would a phoenix be here for a dead girl? I thought phoenix’s came back to life, not brought people back to life.” you said, walking past the boy. Said boy huffed, floating after you, his arms crossed as he pouted.

     “Actually phoenix’s can do all sorts of things, but if people knew we could bring others back to life, they’d hunt us to extinction! Not that they didn’t try anyway. I guess the allure of immortality is just too great to ignore.” he said with a nonchalant shrug. You just rolled your eyes, the memories stopping but the path continuing onwards.

     “But I was saying, there’s someone who wants you back! I told them I’d bring you back! So are you sure you don’t want to go?” the boy asked, giving you a pleading look. The puppy dog eyes had you looking away, the boy looking persuasively cute.

     “I already said I didn’t. Why are you asking. Just tell the person who asked you that I said no.” you said, trying to ignore him.

     “Oh come on! Somebody loved you enough to try and bring you back to life! Doesn’t that mean something to you?” he asked, his hands behind his head as he floated on his back.

     “No. I already had to deal with that once, I’m not going through it again.” you said irritably, starting to walk faster. The boy sighed and shook his head, stopping and standing up.

     “Too bad, that makes my job soooo much harder.” he said, holding his hand up, palm facing towards you. You turned around, about to ask him what he meant when a flash of light blinded you. 

     Opening you eyes, you blinked a couple of times and looked around. The sun was shining in through a window, your window. You easily recognized where you were, you were back in your room, well, sort of. It was definately your room but not your room at your apartment. This was back when you were a teenager, back with your parents. Looking around, you tried to find your phone, your brow furrowing when you found it. You’d had the latest model, this was… old. You’d had this phone when you were 15 or 16. Eyes widening, you remembered what the boy had said. Scrambling out of bed, you sprinted down the hall to the bathroom, slamming the door behind you and looking in the mirror. You looked so young, like you had back then, like when you were a teenager. But that made no sense, you were in your early 20s, why did you look like this? Fumbling with your phone, you looked at the calendar, eyes nearly popping out of your head. This couldn’t be right! This… this had to be a mistake! It was the day you and Ace had met, you were 16 when you’d met. Meaning the girl staring back at you in the mirror. Swallowing hard, you walked back to your room, hoping you weren’t shaking. You hadn’t wanted it, but the boy had given you a second chance. But not just a second chance at life, finding yourself in a hospital room, but a second chance from the beginning… how… cliche. 

[folksy]

i mean i love spike but i’m obsessed with your metas and agree with most of your criticism of him

i see him as a stupid little guy who is shitty about being evil and shitty about being good but someone who doesn’t have those huge expectations that everyone has of buffy in those later seasons.

he’s an idiot who becomes obsessed with women who hate him consistently throughout his life/unlife and loads of spike lovers kinda ignore that this trait is a flaw that he is punished repeatedly

i think your deep understanding of angel actually makes you well equiped to discuss spike cause they’re so connected characterisation wise, like spikes constructed identity is a reflection of angelus you know

anyways, it sucks that people that like spike don’t understand that you’re not attacking him when you critique, literally every character in buffy deserves critical analysis cause they’re all more than what we like about them

WELL SEE I DO LIKE SPIKE IS THE THING! I just think he’s overrated and gets made into someone by fans when he isn’t textually like that. and it’s not even just on here I feel an issue ppl have with me is that I mention fan interpretation and they get stung bc that includes them when I take in consideration what I’ve seen on other sites like youtube. then angel gets flattened which frustrates me as he’s textually so so interesting if you actually look at his character. in fact I’ll see people attribute the positives of angel onto spike, and the negatives of spike onto angel. an example is angel was cursed to be good whereas spike fought to be good. it’s in fact textually SWAPPED as being ensouled does not equate to goodness (see literally any human villains) and angel sought out darla after getting ensouled- he wanted to try to get back to the life he knew but ultimately he couldn’t and was rejected. he had a pessimistic view of humans and did not really associate with them until whistler gave him the chance of having a positive and meaningful purpose of existence through assisting buffy. yes the ensoulment was a punishment but his life afterwards was filled with choices. which the voiceover by whistler in “becoming” emphasize this point. spike on the other hand had a chip implanted in his head that he had to adapt to. he begrudgingly assisted the scoobies because demon fighting helped scratch his itch to fight that was restricted because he couldn’t harm humans unless it caused him a great deal of pain. it’s practically a shock collar. furthermore, he was able to get blood and money from them as he no longer could feed from humans. and obviously this whole chip plotline was a justification for spike being on the show to fill in the space left by angel and cordelia. and then an instance of spike’s flaws being used against angel is I’ve seen people say the line wishverse buffy says to angel about wanting to get in her pants is so true when it’s like…. yeah angel was attracted to buffy but he repeatedly was like “we shouldn’t do this.” though he does goes along with it instead of stopping, they reciprocated their desire and buffy herself would initiate things (such as the first time they have sex in “surprise”, the kisses in “forever” and “end of days”/“chosen”!). and they literally only had sex once (sans “IWRY”) and he leaves her as he knows that they aren’t good for each other. you could argue it I guess bc of the angelus arc and taking her innocence, but to me that was using angel’s soul predicament and the current tropes he fell into and making them into relevant real life analogies (older sweet guy becomes a douche after having sex with you), complicating their dynamic instead of having them as the couple the show was seemingly heading towards and fans wanting- now there’s tragedy and trauma that effects them for the rest of their shows. it also made angel a more interesting character as I see angelus as the worst of humanity and then we see angel trying to be good despite the fact he has these capabilities and desires. whereas spike used buffy and her partners and sex life as a means of goading them (buffy, angel, riley) into getting upset. spike fantasized about buffy and sex to the point he had a sex robot made of her. and when they have their sexual relationship in s6, he further makes her feel dark and wrong for it by mentioning how her friends would be upset with her and insinuating she wanted it even when she would verbally say no (“dead things”). angel has his redemptive journey influenced by buffy, but I don’t think there’s necessarily the need to impress or win her over in the way spike did (like in “crush”). I would argue that’s trying to get into her pants lol

and yes exactly! spike is similar to xander or the trio regarding his approaches to women and really it’s not acknowledged much by spike fans imo he gets very very romanticized when he acts a lot like what we call now an incel but he gets pass because he’s charismatic, attractive, and a bad boy. but he has entitlement and a tendency of propping women he likes onto a pedestal, and blames them for him being rejected without being introspective (until it comes to buffy later on when he realizes that he has to get a soul like angel in order to be actually respected or loved by her). though I do also view spike as a foil of angel so obviously they have different approaches to things. that’s the point. they’re the same but they’re not type of deal.

sorry this message was very long but I appreciate this ask <3 I like to be reminded that people appreciate my takes and think I’m insightful instead of an asshole

[lance-space-mommy]

And the Room Falls Silent

For kids, turning four was the year that would make or break them. In a hero-based society, quirks dictated worth.

Izuku’s life was considered over the moment he was confirmed to be quirkless. After losing everyone who cared for him and being bullied by those he was close with for everything he said or did, Izuku shut down.

Izuku developed symptoms of a severe social phobia at the ripe age of six. Inko was shattered, watching as her brilliant and bright child faded away. Not only did she start getting reports from the school that Izuku wasn’t speaking at all, he no longer talked with her.

Midoriya pointed and shook his head to speak. With the silence, Izuku started to cry a lot more. Despite all of that, Izuku did technically speak every day. It was only one phrase. Inko could barely hear it with Izuku's face buried in her shoulder.

“I love you, Mom.”

Izuku never left the house and strayed far away from the playground after he returned home with bruises one eventful day. Inko didn’t want him to leave anyways. Inko felt better knowing he was safe at home. Even after Izuku went completely mute at six, he still had aspirations to become a hero. He continued his hobby of writing in his notebooks and buying All Might merchandise.

Izuku's shut-in habits carried on for the rest of elementary all the way through middle school. Izuku had no friends and he didn’t bother trying to pursue having a social life. Having no distractions allowed him to focus on school. He had the highest score in his class for a reason. He often tied with Katsuki for first place in terms of intelligence. Katsuki didn’t like that.

Even if Izuku admired Katsuki from afar, he never let his biggest bully notice. Izuku avoided Katsuki to the best of his ability. Even if Izuku made effort to stay away, Katsuki chased. He'd never admit it, but he stalked Izuku.

Katsuki hadn't planned on spying on Izuku in the beginning. He assumed Izuku was ignoring him to act higher than him. Then it turned into spying. It was a shock to Katsuki after following Izuku, to find seeing that he refused to speak to anyone. If necessary, he’d use sign language to convey a message or write it down.

Once it became clear to Katsuki that Izuku was mute and not ignoring him, the situation shifted a bit. Suddenly he waited for the moment when he'd hear Midoriya's voice again. He wanted to know if it deepened or if it was still high-pitched and girly. Soon it sank in that he'd most likely never hear Midoriya's voice again.

In most of their classes, when you were called on, you answered the question on the board. You didn’t have to really say it out loud unless it was necessary for the subject matter. Izuku was able to get through school with close to no problems. He endured the bullying and pushed forward.

Inko had done her best to help. She tried everything in the book: speech therapy and child psychologists, and she sought out a pediatrician. Not much could be done. She tried all the tricks they offered her: shaping, self-modeling, and the list goes on.

It became clear the trigger of it was bullying and the traumatizing experience he endured at the ripe age of four. His dreams were shattered and everyone turned their back on him at a time when he needed support the most.

Izuku did see a therapist to open up about his bullying, but still only ever used sign language. When Izuku was being confronted by his bullies (classmates and teachers) he never once spoke. He had no desire to be a part of the world that surrounded him. He enjoyed submerging himself in the quiet.

Despite the odds, Izuku managed to save Katsuki from the sludge villain and impress Toshinori. Izuku had spoken to Toshinori, feeling safe and excited enough to use his words. Just like that, Izuku was on his way to obtaining the most power quirk to currently exist.

Izuku built a really strong bond with Toshinori, discussing his life and how he was selectively mute. Toshinori was grateful Izuku opened up about his life. While Izuku dedicated ten months to training from U.A. Toshinori dedicated ten months to learning sign language. While he didn’t have to use it to speak to Izuku, he wanted to make it easy for Izuku to talk to him.

Izuku probably had no one in his life that he could easily talk to by using sign. Izuku most likely had to write everything out for people to understand. It wasn’t ideal when he was Izuku’s mentor.

Izuku makes it into U.A. High and kept to himself. On the first day Uraraka thanked Midoriya for saving her. Iida greeted Izuku, beyond impressed with Izuku’s bravery. Izuku made it known he was mute, but he could hear. While it didn’t make them hate him, it kinda created a barrier in terms of communication. Everyone was beyond nice, but Izuku didn’t really click with anyone.

Being the current wielder of One for All, Izuku took control of how to handle his quirk development. As a result, Izuku was more open with Aizawa. He explained that he didn’t have a lot of experience with his quirk. His body had to become strong enough to withstand the tole his quirk would have on him. Aizawa recognized that Izuku had spent his time preparing for his quirk since he couldn’t train something he legitimately couldn’t use.

Aizawa was the second person to earn Izuku’s trust. Izuku still didn’t say more than a few words and he didn't speak to Aizawa if others were present. No other teachers or students had heard Midoriya’s voice.

Kirishima and Todoroki were the first two to hear Midoriya’s voice out of the class. Katsuki was also there, but it was the first time he’d heard Izuku speak since he was six.

It was during the USJ attack. Izuku leaped into action to save Toshinori.

“You stupid villain!”

If it hadn’t been in the heat of the moment, the three would’ve been more surprised by him speaking rather than the fact Izuku was about to die. Katsuki was undeniably unnerved. He was so used to the idea of Izuku’s voice still being exactly how it was nine years ago. It really got to him when Izuku’s voice was significantly deeper and he sounded so angry you could hear the words ripping through his vocal cords.

Then the sports festival came around, it went smoothly at the start. Izuku won the first event, had a great group during the second event, and was now in the final event. Izuku was against Shinso first. Ojiro was very aware Izuku was mute, but he was now aware Izuku could speak if he chose to. After filling in Izuku about Shinso’s ability to brainwash a person once they speak, Izuku thanked Ojiro. It meant a lot to him for Ojiro to seek Midoriya out to help him.

When the round started, Shinso went on a tangent. Izuku listened but ignored the anger that brewed in his gut. Shinso may have been saying those things simply to provoke Izuku, but it was extremely disrespectful for his life story to be assumed by someone he never met before.

Izuku had to fight quirkless considering he could really hurt Shinso if he used his quirk. He couldn't control his output so there was a slim chance he could kill Shinso. So they duked it out. It didn’t take too long for Izuku to knock Shinso out of bounds.

When going against Todoroki, Izuku knew what he was dealing with. Todoroki had told Izuku about his reasons for not using his second quirk: fire.

Midoriya understood what Todoroki was feeling. The effects of how he was treated by being quirkless resulted in a long list of problems. Izuku couldn’t begin to imagine the effects abuse had on him, not to mention the dysfunctional family not providing any help.

Izuku saw past all of that and knew Todoroki needed help. While he wasn’t going to throw away the competition, he wasn’t going to let Todoroki struggle either.

Izuku found himself yelling at Todoroki. Izuku wanted to test the waters, but ultimately just had to push Todoroki’s buttons. Despite the pain both Todoroki and Izuku were enduring from their battle. This match was a lot more than just winning the sports festival.

Then came workplace internships to gain experience. Hosu was under attack and the Stain incident occurred. Izuku managed to become a “true hero” alongside All Might. It was impressive considering Izuku is the second person Stain has claimed to be a true hero. The situation brought Izuku, Todoroki, and Iida closer together.

When final exams rolled around, working with Katsuki to go against Toshinori was a strange situation. Katsuki was still beyond temperamental. Everyone knew the two didn’t along and Katsuki was still hostile towards Izuku. The fight was brutal and the two teens had their air knocked out of their lungs more times than they could count.

Izuku still had yet to speak directly to Katsuki. Katsuki overheard Izuku talking, but Izuku still hadn’t spoken to Katsuki. Imagine his surprise when he is punched in his puke-covered face by Izuku to hear his yelling.

“Don’t you dare say you’d rather lose!”

The final exams ended and summer arrived. Summer would've gone great yet their "summer vacation: went horribly wrong. The league of villains decided to ambush the teens.

Izuku hadn't spoken the entire trip until he was alone with Kota. He hated seeing Kota give up on the world just like he did. After all the child was only five. In hopes to change Kota’s fate, he spoke up.

“If you reject it that harshly, the only person getting hurt is yourself,” explained Izuku, patient with the kid who had an explosive personality like Katsuki.

While Kota didn’t react well to Izuku’s advice, he was enraptured by Izuku’s voice. When he kicked Midoriya in the balls, Mandalay shunned him but also revealed Midoriya was mute.

Muscular appears and he is out for blood. Muscular tried to kill Kota and Izuku was not going to let it happen. In a fit of panic and rage, Izuku screamed out. Seeing Kota use his quirk in desperation ignited a fire in him.

“As if… I’d let you kill him!”

Not even moments later, Katsuki was kidnapped and in the midst of despair, Izuku couldn’t stop the scream that echoed through the forest. That also didn’t stop his scream that conjoined with the crowds in the final battle between All Might and All for One. It seemed as if the world was coming back together just to fall apart again.

During the provisional hero license exam, Izuku once again had to scream. It was targeted at Todoroki and Yoarashi for almost getting Shindo killed.

“Dammit! What are you two doing!”

Izuku’s blunt choice of words helped the two get their asses back into order and focus on the mission at hand. Soon enough the provisional hero license exam ended and the results were in.

While Todoroki and Katsuki were away for their required remedial course, Izuku would face his biggest battle yet. Alongside the big three, a handful of his classmates, and some pro heroes, Izuku was to rescue a wonderful girl name Eri and help defeat the villain Overhaul.

Izuku was a lot more vocal in this fight for Eri’s sake. Despite his mind holding him back at the thought of others hearing, he shut it down and kept his focus on Eri. Nothing matter except saving Eri. Calling out to Eri was the most freeing and horribly exhilarating thing.

After recovery and returning back to school, it was time to prepare for the school festival. For a bit, things were perfect. Izuku could fall back into the shadows and relax. He didn’t have to speak and could enjoy time with Mirio and Eri.

Eri was amazed that Izuku was selectively mute. That meant she was super special for Izuku to have spoken to her. Izuku was fond of her reaction, flashing her a bright smile.

One weekend class 1-A wanted to go to the mall. Aizawa decided it was also the perfect time to show Eri the outside world. Eri stuck with Izuku, missing him from not seeing him much after the school festival.

Todoroki and Katsuki for some odd reason were the two that wandered around Izuku. You could blame their curiosity on Eri. She was stuck on his hip yet they had no idea how she knew Izuku. The mission Izuku was a part of was confidential.

Things never went smoothly with class 1-A. Aizawa had taken Eri for a bit while Izuku went to the bathroom. Despite his keen eye, Aizawa lost Eri. Izuku knew something fishy was happening. The last time he was in the mall, he was attacked by Shigaraki.

Half of the class stayed inside the mall while the other half was to observe the outside in case she wandered off far. Izuku, Todoroki, and Katsuki are stationed outside. Izuku was on the top floor of the mall, running around on the catwalk.

Izuku has no clue where to look or what to do. The panic settled in and people were everywhere. While everything in his head is screaming at him to return to the quiet and retreat, Izuku talked a deep breath and calls out into the world.

“Eri-chan!”

Izuku was turning around in circles, his mind reeling at the fact she could be anywhere. Todoroki and Katsuki heard Izuku call out and started head over. While they were trying to get to Izuku, Izuku spotted something out of the ordinary.

A car was approaching. Whoever was at the wheel drove sporadically. Taking a look at the diver, he immediately recognized the man as a villain. Seeing no one was in the car, Izuku went to work.

Stepping onto the railing, Izuku jumped off and down a level. Izuku ran forward, launching himself down the building. Once reaching the ground, Izuku landed right before the speeding car. Katsuki was blasting his way over, screaming for Izuku to get out of the way. From his view, the driver was now trying to swerve out of the way, but they weren’t going to make it.

Todoroki was sending out ice, trying to build an ice barrier between Izuku and the car. Despite their worries, Izuku had it under control. Izuku turned away from the car, drew back his leg, and t-boned the car with a single kick.

Katsuki and Todoroki stilled, seeing Izuku demolish the car with ease. When the two caught up to Izuku, they soon realized this was going to be the getaway driver. Moments later Aizawa alerts everyone Eri was found and the villain was arrested. Todoroki informs Aizawa about what happened and another police officer was sent their way.

Izuku and Eri were reunited. Eri jumped into Izuku’s arms and Izuku rested her on his hip. When the police came for a statement, Izuku grabbed a pen and wrote it down. He was not in the mood to talk.

Todoroki had no problem with Izuku’s silence and sighed to himself. “I thought you were going to die back there.”

“Yeah! What the hell was that nerd! Trying to get yourself killed?” shouted Katsuki.

Izuku smirked at the two before shrugging and walking away with Eri. While Katsuki was left standing there with a pissed frown, Todoroki mindlessly followed after his friend with a smile.

Silence was a bitch.

The end!

[doggonewhumper]

"Seriously, I'm Fine"

made using @whumpprentice 's sickfic wheel

Reyna knew she wasn't supposed to be here.

She was walking down the stairs to the dungeons, a cloak wrapped around her shoulders to ward off the chilly air. She knew a mage had been captured, and she wanted to see them. Why? She didn't know. She just felt some sort of... connection to the poor mage. She would never know what the feeling was unless she sought it out, so there she was, disobeying the biggest rule she was given - don't go into the dungeons. She knew that her brother was just trying to protect her; she was always sick and weak, and there were dangerous criminals held underneath the castle. Despite this, she still wandered the cell-lined halls, peaking into each one. She didn't know what she would do when she found the mage, but that didn't matter to her. Not yet.

"What's a little girl doing in a place like this?" one prisoner jeered. She made a face and ignored him. Yes, she was small, but she was no child!

She continued searching until she found a cell with an injured person. They were wrapped in bloody bandages, lying on the floor facing away from the door. They had long hair that was spread out on the floor. Somehow, she knew this was the mage.

"Hello? Um, hello?" Reyna whispered. The mage stirred, turning to face her. Their eyes widened when they saw her, but they didn't say anything.

"Hi! Um, are you... or rather, do you want something to eat?" she asked softly. The mage sat up slowly, wincing, and nodded, still not speaking. Reyna pulled an apple out of the pouch on her belt and held it out. Her slim wrist easily fit in between the bars of the cell. The mage crawled over hesitantly. "It's okay, I promise," she soothed. The mage reached out slowly. About an inch from the apple, their hand quickly latched on to her wrist, making her drop the apple. They pulled so that her body and head slammed into the bars. Her cry echoed against the stone walls of the dungeon.

"I'm not stupid. You won't poison me!" the mage yelled. They let go of her arm, and she cradled her wrist to her chest. They took the apple and threw it at her. It hit the cell bars, but she still flinched away as it hit close to her face.

"No, no! It's not poisoned!" Reyna cried out, teary-eyed. Before she could say more, footsteps and the clanking of armor echoed down the hall. Her brother, Roman, and a couple other guards ran up to her, weapons drawn.

"Reyna!" Roman called. He grabbed her and held her close, glaring at the mage.

"I'm fine!" Reyna said. She struggled against her brother as he held her head to his chest, trying to see the mage again. "Seriously, I'm fine!"

Roman didn't respond, scooping her up in his arms and carrying her out of the dungeons. She struggled at first, but she quickly resigned herself to being carried, shaking like a leaf. The last thing she heard was a cell door opening, a snap, and a scream.

[fandoms-in-law]

Moments in a Bankrupt School

Summary: A few scenes of how Kelly and Annabelle became friends through the first films plot enough that their glances and understanding of each other in the second film makes sense

/\/\

“So what're the bets at now?” Annabelle sighed. She'd grabbed her bedding and bags to sleep in what seemed to be an unused room from the dust in it, but somehow wasn't surprised when Kelly showed up.

The internet broadcast made it obvious there were hidden cameras everywhere, added by her fellow students. And waiting for Kelly to say some assertion about getting her back to the dorm wasn't on Annabelle's to do list, neither would be following that if it was still said.

“Settled. You're not likely going anywhere.” Kelly stated, smirking at the glare shot her way. “Now the bets are on when your old man dies and whether its you or Miss Fritton that does it.”

“I have more subtlety than that. Aunty just ignores him unless he barges in.” Annabelle countered, rolling her eyes. “Are you actually here for a reason?”

Kelly glanced around the room, leaning against the door frame. “Pretty sure your aunt would get annoyed if I shirked Head Girl duties by not checking your chosen camp was safe. It's not one any of the other girls have opted for as places to hide.”

“Seems about as low rent as this place was in their bargaining.” Annabelle scoffed.

“Does your dad put money into anything other than that art gallery of his?” The question was said in a disbelieving laugh.

Annabelle didn't reply, turning away and focusing again on setting her bed up. She pretended not to notice Kelly sweeping the area and checking a few of the chemical bottles that identified the room as once being a science lab.

/\/\

“A cannibal, huh? You should've played that up, left Thwaite's terrified her name calling is actually true.” Kelly commented.

Annabelle glanced over at her, returning to whacking the air with her hockey stick. Bursar wasn't ready to start the match and none of the St Trinians team actually wanted to do a pep talk, too busy preparing their methods of cheating. “Yeah, how do you suggest I do that at a school like Cheltenham? Pretty sure they'd expel someone for sharpening their teeth.”

Kelly snickered, “Discuss the recipes you might use Thwaites in and why she'd a make horrible meal not even the starving should have, but you'd choke it down anyway to be certain she's revealed as nothing but the shit she is.”

“She already failed any class that got too close to cooking or chemistry. Wouldn't have a clue if I was making sense or not.”

They didn't joke any more as Bursar called for attention and got promptly knocked out.

/\/\

Kelly was sat with Polly when Annabelle sought her out.

She could tell something had been said or decided among the girls by the sudden school trip getting arranged but hadn't been told what. Rather she'd been told that she should have been there and they'd expected her to be against her daddy's ideas.

It explained nothing and Annabelle didn't feel like explaining that she'd wanted to talk to Miss Fritton about her disappointment in her father, maybe thank her aunt for sticking up for her. At least not to the girls that hadn't been trying to get to know her at all, just assuming the mousey exterior and occasional snobbiness was all there was to her.

Basically she wanted to talk to Kelly about it, and find out just what all this planning was about.

“So do we just expect there to be an award given for returning it when we steal it? This painting is big, but we have no art collector connections.” Polly was quietly asking, not realising the girls gesturing for her to shut up, or Annabelle's presence behind them.

“Except you do. My father. If Flash can play the role of an elusive art dealer then he'd be able to sell just about anything to him. What are we stealing?” Annabelle said, taking the seat next to them, and making both Kelly and Polly jump.

Poly frowned, but Kelly nodded slowly. “This is 'The Girl with the Pearl Earring' so it'll be big news when its stolen, but I'd really prefer to get extra money so Miss Fritton doesn't leave the Head Girl in another couple years dealing with this all over again.”

“I don't think that's what happened. I'll talk to her again.” Annabelle nodded.

“Wait, again?” Kelly blinked, fully turning away from Polly's computer now.

She got another nod in reply. “Yes. I wanted to see if Dad has always been like that.”

“Bet that was an evening, not quite as mad as our planning though.” Polly stated, “Do you really think he'd fall for that? What art collector should Flash claim to be?”

Kelly looked smug as Annabelle settled into planning the heist with them, soon moving away to start making the fact file on Gerhard Von Strubel.

/\/\

“I shouldn't have assumed you'd snitched.” Kelly interrupted Annabelle's makeover with the geeks to say that, smiling when instead of replying Annabelle focused on posing for these pictures.

Sitting back down for the emos to start that makeover Annabelle just nodded. “You shouldn't have, but this has got you that extra money for the school. Even got you an explanation over why the school got into such a state too.”

“I'm doing the final makeover for you.” Kelly added, backing off as Andrea moved in with eye liner.

/\/\

The cheering from the St Trinians girls carried on far longer than the show did, and was far more disruptive than the people working on the show expected as well. It had to be and Annabelle was sure one of the other girls was telling them to keep cheering while those of them not already in the audience figured out how to get Kelly and Miss Fritton to either side of the balconies they hung between.

She could only assume as the handset wasn't connecting to actually check in now Verity Thwaites had been dumped beside the Cheltenham bus and she'd diverted on the way back in noticing Taylor and Andrea still looking nervous.

“Kelly, you need to grab this so we can pull you over.” Annabelle stated, clicking twice to get the head girl's attention and gesturing to throw it before doing so.

Once both Kelly and her Auntie were back, secure on the landing the 4 girls and head teacher hurried out, listening to the noise from the audience below finally quiet down. “You weren't down there why?” Kelly asked as they ran.

“Thwaites Junior. Whacked the walkie into her head as she tried to make me race after her. Dumped her at their bus and noticed these two struggling to figure out what to do.” Annabelle explained, getting everyone laughing as they got into their trailer just before the art gallery doors opened for the rest of the girls to pour out.

“Definitely a Fritton!” Miss Fritton called out, laughter piercing through the night but Kelly shook her head.

“No Miss. Annabelle is a St Trinian through and through, more than you I'd say.” She corrected, getting more laughter in response.

[burnwater13]

Grogu thought about Captain Lang’s words. Well, he really thought about his dad telling him what the mercenary had said. While the Mandalorian and Ahsoka Tano were fighting Morgan Elsbeth and Lang’s droids, Grogu had been safe and sound in the Razor Crest. 

He didn’t think that the captain had been telling the truth given the way things had ended for him. They had ended with him being cold and Din Djarin being the owner of a very shiny beskar spear. That usually didn’t happen with a Mandalorian unless there was a quarrel and Mandalorians worked hard at not losing quarrels like that. 

Since Captain Lang was no longer a threat to either one of them, Grogu allowed himself to feel a tiny bit smug. He’d thought that the Captain was trouble from the moment he laid eyes on him and didn’t understand why the Mandalorian was so polite to him. It was clear that Lang was helping the Magistrate hold people against their will and harm them.

Grogu really didn’t like people like that. Of course, he didn’t like the Magistrate either. She gave off distinctly Sithy vibes and Grogu had never met a person yet who seemed like a Sith and turned out to just be an everyday person who other people just took an instant dislike to. Never.

Grogu had hoped that his dad was going to let him go along with him and help Ahsoka Tano and protect him from the Magistrate/Sith lady. He actually hadn’t worried about protecting the Mandalorian from Captain Lang. Why would he? Guys like Lang had to be a dime a dozen in the course of bounty hunting. 

They either hired hunters to help them track down their own prey, like the Magistrate had tried with hunting Ahsoka Tano, or they simply let the hunters do the dirty work for them. Being encapsulated in carbonite when no one was ever going to de-freeze you was the same as being dead. Sure, they take delivery, pay off the hunter, and then leave the carbonite slab wherever it lands. Horrifying, but true.

Grogu knew that his dad didn’t put up with stuff like that. After all, he’d left Gor Koresh hanging upside down from a lamp post in the dark. At least the mob boss had a chance of freeing himself. He probably hadn’t accomplished that, but then he shouldn’t have tried to take the Mandalorian’s beskar. That was another thing that Lang had noticed. Din Djarin’s armor. 

That should have told him not to mess with the Mandalorian. It was shiny. It was pretty complete. It was made by Mandalorians. Sure, you might be able to crush Mandalore by putting the full weight of an Empire behind your cause, but individual Mandalorians were resourceful and as long as they had their beskar they were the most dangerous person in the room, or the city, or on the planet. Lang was a man of the galaxy. He should have realized that. 

But Grogu knew that people just had to test their limits. See if they were good enough, fast enough, smart enough, whatever enough to get the better of another person. He supposed that this was what had happened with Lang. 

Lang must be pretty good if a Sithy Magistrate had hired him. The Sith liked to take advantage of people who were ambitious and trying to prove themselves. Bring them close, give them the hard work to complete, and then abandon them when it was convenient. Lang hadn’t been abandoned and that said a lot about his skills.

He also wasn’t the best hunter in the Outer Rim. That was Grogu’s dad. His dad knew that Lang and the Magistrate didn’t understand the situation they had found themselves in. They were trying to fight a Jedi with a Mandalorian. But Din Djarin hadn’t been raised on Mandalore. Until he met Grogu, he’d never even met a Jedi. He wasn’t carrying around the weight of a long history of fighting between the two groups.  The Mandalorian had sought out the Jedi for help. 

From their very first meeting, Lang and the Magistrate misunderstood what was going to happen when they ignored the Mandalorian and Grogu knew that. They should have tried to collect more information. They should have asked themselves critical questions. Like, why was it safe for a Mandalorian to be outside of the walls of the city, when their own men were being cut down by a Jedi, almost routinely? 

But they hadn’t asked the question and when it was answered they couldn’t handle the truth. Grogu expected that happened to the Sithy types a lot. You had to be honest with yourself, because a Mandalorian was always willing to end a quarrel, even if that meant you wound up cold.

[kauma-kardia]

Ly’Bai “Iris” Daraen

Age: 22

Specialty: Ambient Energy Manipulation

Daughter of Robin & Lon'Qu from FE: Awakening. Usable for any verse as an extension of original canon. 

Classes: Swordmaster, Mortal Savant, Strategist

Her World

This version of Iris came from the future but instead happened to show up after the events of Fire Emblem: Awakening. Coming from a ruined future, she was the second child born to the couple of Robin and Lon'Qu in the future. Her father Lon'Qu had retreated to Regna Ferox with his two children after attempts to reach his wife failed on multiple attempts, not powerful enough to overcome the beast, even while fighting alongside the West-Khan. 

 When Basilio fell in battle, Lon'Qu took to prioritizing the well being of Ly'Bai and her older brother Marc in the familiar territory of Regna Ferox. That is until a coup against Flavia broke out when she assumed temporary control of both East and West territories following Basilio's death. Despite turning down the position himself, Lon'Qu refused to let a ruler take the stage unless they could defeat him in one-on-one combat, distraught by his constant losses of loved ones but recognizing the need for strong leadership. 

Flavia was silent in her admission or support of Lon'Qu's actions, but that left her in power all the same. Seeing as no-one could defeat the lone fighter, a complete overturning of the current government left those two in particularly under hot water. His last act as their father was pushing Marc and Iris to flee and seek out refuge with the remnants of the Shepherds as there was no other place he could safely send them on short notice. 

 When they finally met up with the next generation of Shepherds, Yllise was far worse off than it had ever been. Marc had known, but Iris was always shielded from the fact that the Fell Dragon incarnated from their mother. And being too young to see front-lines battle up until that point, was ignorant of that fact until she made it back in time with Lucina and the others had simply hoped that their actions could prevent Grima’s awakening altogether. 

Her Story

Like the others, Iris made the jump into the past but was unable to Her leap through time was shoddy in its time frame, much like Laurent's. Though in her case, she wasn't sent back far enough. Instead of arriving in time to prepare and help stop Grima, young 14 year old Iris arrived shortly after its defeat, much to her shock. Granted, she was already the youngest amongst her peers at the time, but seeing everyone now years older than she had last witnessed them, and to hear that they had already come to defeat the Fell Dragon was at the cost of her own mother was devastating. 

The news didn't sit well with the girl who hardly had any memories of her mother to begin with. Having lived through her time, just to come short of being use to her mother, or even getting to meet her. There was a slew of feelings that she didn’t know how to process, but it would not be long before she would try to learn as much as she could about the Dragon's origin as it was her own lineage as well. 

As part of the global search issued by Chrom, Iris would travel far with Nah and her brother, assisting him in his recollection of his old memories on their way toward Mount Prism to seek council of Naga at Tiki’s recommendation. Once there, the Great Divine Dragon would issue them a quest that would help to bring back their mother independent of the fell dragon's influence. Their collective feelings for their lost mother would help act her tether to the physical realm as they sought the last remaining pieces of Grimleal Artifacts and a means to purify them and Robin’s twisted soul, divorced from the curse Forneus wrought upon the land. 

Nah’s Classes: Manakete, Witch, Sage

Marc’s Classes: Grandmaster, Dread Fighter, Dark Bishop

The three would first travel to Chon’sin in order to seek out a blessed Kinshi, with control over fire and the feathers that would shone even in the pitch black darkness. A giant bird was stated to live at the lake south of the Demon’s Ingle, and upon passing its trials, the three were gifted Phoenix Feathers, capable of countless enchantments and purification rituals. Now having obtained the purifying element, they’d need a physical embodiment of the beast. 

Their theory that it should be impossible given that Robin gave her all to ensure there was no way for the Fell Dragon to reincarnate, but Naga ensured her that there still lived a piece of proof that the demon’s power remained: The Demon Ring once used by the first rulers of the Valmese Empire in the days when it was still known as Valentia.

The siblings were urged to visit Valm, often reporting back to Chrom and Lon’Qu, who was busy now raising their current selves. Seeking out his research amongst their royal archives after earning the respect of Walhart. Through him, they learned of the Thabes Labyrinth, where they were shocked to find it still held Risen and at it’s heart, a sentient Deadlord by the name of Zodiark, the undead alchemist Forneus and holder of the Demon Ring. 

After having been killed by the by his creation, the Fell Dragon, he fought for his sanity through the Death Mask he placed over himself in his final moments. He shared his conscious with the generations of thanatophages that have lived and died in his unrotting corpse over the eons in order to continue his experiments and find a way to revive himself. One of his theories is that in order to recreate new life from the ashes of old, he would need to set himself ablaze and utilize the Phoenix Feather, which the three travelers happen to have on them. 

So close to both of their goals, Iris, Morgan and Nah wielding the Book of Naga clashed with the alchemist of legend, Demon Ring in tow utilizing unfamiliar magics and offensive alchemy. In the end, the trio would take the day, end Forneus’ efforts and would take the spoils back to so that they could perform the rite and end the delay on Robin’s reincarnation.

After a year's time from the onset of their journey, Chrom would hear the voice of Naga guide them to the field where their fight to save the world began. And with a strange sense of deja vu, he would reach to pull their friend up with the same warning he would have hoped that'd taken to hear by now. "There are better places to take a nap than on the ground, you know."

Present Day

Since the return of her mother, Iris has been off studying more about the Fell Dragon as well as the other experiments that their creator had been up to. She stopped to get proper tutelage in magics, focussing on Anima Magics before continuing her studies on the divine dragons, gods, ancient races, and sources of power, and sometimes following Issea, her mother's pupil, or dragging him around for her expeditions or going to see other worlds alongside him.

[bigenderanne]

I am "Anne". I frequently lurk this blog, I answer polls but never comment, so I found this ask hours ago. And I've been crying ever since. I actually went home early and told my coworkers I needed a mental health day because I saw this on my lunch break. I was devastated she sent this, but also disgusted at how she twisted literally everything. And I know i shouldn't care about how many people voted ESH because she isn't being honest and they don't know the full story but I was. Nobody is owed my side of the story and I don't need to explain myself to anybody online but seeing this very, very one sided and inaccurate retelling made me sick. As in physically ill, I actually threw up. I was going to simply ignore this and not scroll far enough to see the ask again, but since she added information it popped on my dash again. I shouldn't care but I do and unless I explain my side I am not going to be able to relax. I have "Mike" here helping me. Regardless of how anybody here thinks of me, I'm not going to change, nor am I going to think I was ever "the asshole" and if that rubs you the wrong way then please don't bother reading.

First off, I have always, always struggled with my gender. There is a reason why I went No Contact with my family. As she mentioned, they were very, very conservative. Full on MAGA. They are incredibly evangelical. When I was a child, I can't remember what age, I stole my brother's Spiderman whitey tighteys and wore them. One day my mom caught me wearing them and belted me until I had a bloody and blistered butt. I couldn't sit without severe pain. It wasn't until I left for college that I was allowed to purchase my own clothes. For more than ten years I was not allowed to wear anything except dresses and keep my hair long.

Second, yes I had a crush on a boy who was in theater and that is why I signed up for theater. However I very quickly got over that crush. Within three months, I was no longer interested in him. However I really enjoyed theater and still to this day enjoy acting, particularly voice acting. I've taken voice lessons and watched YouTube tutorials and can masculinize my voice without the aid of voice changing software now. I mostly use it for role-playing sessions or reading books and giving the characters voices.

I was a psychology major in college because I needed to take psychology to get a certain credit, I can't remember which, and at first I wasn't particular excited and had to convince myself that it would at the very least help with my acting. I ended up loving the class. I do have a degree in psychology and I work at a shelter for homeless youth although I plan on becoming a psychologist, possibly a psychiatrist, and will start courses in University later this month. I genuinely have no idea what fictional character she thinks I'm trying to emulate, unless she think me liking NBC's Hannibal or possibly Frasier is the culprit? I do watch both shows a lot.

Third, yes I made out with people at a frat party while drunk. I was nineteen and drank underage. She, also, drank underage and she, also, made out with strangers. She left out that we met Mike at a club as well, so we had all been at clubs. Mike was there to celebrate someone's birthday and has not gone to a club since, but has never, not once, told me that he hates people who go to clubs. He has told me he is perfectly fine with me going out without him, whether to clubs or other activities, just as long as he knows where I am.

Fourth, as soon as I got in college, I sought out the on campus psychologist specifically to discuss my gender issues. At our college, our tuition paid for on campus services, so we could speak to psychologists for free, but if we needed further help (such as medication) we had to get it elsewhere. Eventually he told me that I was not struggling with my gender, but that I had BPD instead. After he diagnosed me with BPD he said that it would be best if I sterilized myself and stayed away from children. Obviously he was completely out of line, but I was young and just recently out of an abusive family dynamic and had no way of knowing what happened was unprofessional and unethical. Years later, when we had just started hanging out with Mike, I told them about this. As in, I literally told her and Mike (not knowing Mike was trans) that I used to want to be a boy and spoke to a psychologist, only to be told I had BPD and should sterilize myself instead. She knows this. I specifically told her this.

Mike sought me out after that and asked questions about my gender, in a very gentle way and never crossing any boundaries, and even offered some better resources in case I needed them.

Fifth, Mike and I have always hung out without her, and quite frequently. I wasn't hiding this from her, and she knows we often did things without her. She was always very, very flirtatious with him, and it actually made him uncomfortable. One day he was wearing a hoody with a front pocket. She walked up to him and put her arms inside his front hoody pocket. He told her to stop. She did step away, but she greeted him like this three more times before he finally snapped at her never to touch him. Later on, a few weeks later, I hugged him in greeting and she started jokingly-but-not-really telling me; "Hey now, don't go touching Mike, you know he hates people touching him," or if, say, Mike and I were sitting next to each other and I touched his knee or he touched mine, she would point and go; "Hey now, I thought you hated touching?" or; "Anne, you know damn well Mike hates people touching him."

I'm going to be honest, Mike and I had taken massive, massive steps back from our friendship her. We spent a lot of time without her, on purpose, but eventually she started showing up to places we were at but ALL the time. Including grocery shopping, even though the places where Mike and I shop are further away from where she lives and there are much closer places for her to shop by her place. She started going to activities we happened to be going "coincidentally" but all the time. Suddenly she was friends with a lot of my friends and his friends and so they'd invite her.

Sixth, Mike is NOT T4T. When she asked him on a date, he turned her down gently. I was there when it happened. He told her that he was flattered but she wasn't his type. That's it. That is all he said. He came out as trans a few days later. Also after he came out I did start talking to him about my own gender issues and so a LOT of our conversations for awhile were related to that and because I was, and am, a very private person I wanted these conversations to be private with him. I was not allowed any privacy growing up so privacy is very important to me.

Seventh, when I finally came out "officially" she acted totally supportive and even got me cards and balloons that said; "It's a boy!" and I was actually incredibly, incredibly touched, so knowing that she was having conversations about me faking in a group chat behind my back is very upsetting. Mind you at this point in time Mike and I were still holding her at a distance. We had even brought up her concerning behavior of "coincidentally" being at all the places we happened to be and getting our mutual friends to invite her to activities we would be and even they started noticing concerning behavior. So we had ALL taken steps back from her, all of us.

So yes, I am bigender. I don't have a binder because I don't get chest dysphoria. I get bottom dysphoria. I have a packer, but obviously she doesn't see it. Not that anybody needs to know that nor does anyone have to have a packer in order to be truly bigender. And unlike what she said, MANY people have called me he/him as well as she/her. The whole reason I realized I really dislike being called they/them is because everyone was encouraging my gender expression and tried they/them pronouns and wow I did NOT like it so they all stopped. Now that I think about it she was the only person who WASN'T calling me he/him sometimes.

One day when Mike and I were hanging out alone at his place which is something we did a lot he confessed to me that he was in love with me, but understood if I wasn't interested and that being my friend was important to him enough that if that's all I wanted he would be happy with that, too. I said that I was also in love with him. Not that it is ANYONE'S business but we have both explored gender play in a sexual way and I like topping. That is NOT her business but is that what she needs to hear in order to think I'm not faking? What would be good enough for her? What would be good enough for anyone to consider me truly trans?

Eighth, do you have ANY idea how disturbing it is to come home from a long day at work to find a group of people in your house that you KNOW you locked? I had a spare key, she must've found it and due to this I no longer will ever have spare keys. I came home to find her and six complete strangers in my home. When I asked what the hell they were doing here, they all bombarded me in the kitchen, as in I was pressed against the kitchen counter with them circling me. I freaked out, this is true. I won't lie to you. But she came into my home and said that I was abusive, toxic, that she knew I was faking being trans and that I was a liar and a fake. Her friends were going along with it, too, and even accused me of cheating on Mike. I kept demanding they leave but they said that they were intervening and wouldn't leave unless I promised to leave Mike alone. The ONLY way I could think of getting them to leave was to threaten to call the cops. They did leave and I didn't call the cops, but maybe I should've. Mike called me THAT SAME DAY to tell me that she'd called him in a panic, saying she needed help and that she was in danger, and when he met her at a restaurant she was dressed very sexy, had a full face of makeup on, and started telling him how I was faking being trans to get into his pants and I was a liar but that she would NEVER fake being trans or lie. Obviously we told everybody what had happened and blocked her on everything. When she showed up at his place later, that's when we finally did what we had been putting off much longer than we should've and started the restraining order process.

She made a huge post on all of her social medias calling me out by name, saying that if people valued their safety then they needed to cut me out and to in fact not even speak to me at all and immediately cut me out without asking questions because I was dangerous. She called a welfare check on Mike, even. Obviously people asked me what on earth was going on, and Mike and I explained everything. Someone who was lurking in the group chat but not participating had taken screenshots and showed a lot of people what went down. That, as well as other eyewitness statements and other pieces of evidence, was what we used to get a restraining order.

The fact she knows we bought a house (I've been saving up for years, as has he, and even still it's not the greatest house but at least it's ours) upsets me. We may have only been dating for a few months that but we have known each other for years and even IF that weren't true that is not her business. I am actually disgusted right now. I hate that someone went and posted my personal life without my consent. I hate that I still need to verify ANYTHING for anyone's approval. I'm still shaking and sick to my stomach about all this. I'm angry and hurt and sad that people who have never even met me are deciding whether or not I'm an asshole because, what? I made out with strangers when I was a teenager in college? Because I struggled with my gender? Because I was angry someone showed up in my house and said I was faking for attention? Do you know what it's like to see very personal stuff twisted online eithput your consent from someone who has made your life hell?

How dare you do this. How DARE you. Did you really think I wouldn't see this? Or were you hoping I would? Did you want me to spend my whole day sobbing? Or were you just trying to cover your own ass? Make people see me a certain way with no POSSIBLE way of seeing my side of things? What was your goal here?

I'm sorry. I can't type anymore.

aita for calling out someone for being manipulative towards a trans friend? Names have been changed for privacy reasons and TLDR at the end because this is long.

I (24f) am cis but have had a lot of trans friends (binary, nonbinary, and neopronoun) throughout the years and am very supportive so i take this very seriously. So I met this girl my first year in college (we were 18 at the time) and we became friends. We're polar opposites, she talks a lot and I don't, she parties a lot and I like to do more sophisticated things, she's a typical extrovert basically, and I'm more introverted. Anne (24f) was diagnosed with borderline personality disorder. I don't know when, she just told me this years ago. I've seen tiktoks about bpd and researched Google about bpd a little so I know all about how they have fave persons and will "mimic" people in the friend group and become clingy, manipulate, etc. I've seen pics of her in high school, noticed that she was a theater kid, she said she was good at acting and even said she thinks her bpd helped with her acting although I'm not sure how, but she said she only joined the theater club because a boy she had a crush on was in theater. That should've been my first red flag but I was naive. She has a degree in something else (not theater) because our second year in college her favorite character in a TV show did a certain job, she got interested in that, and now she also does that as a living. She doesn't talk about her bpd, she's only mentioned it a handful of times. I can count on one hand how many times. And I get it because she said someone once told her people with bpd should be sterilized and not be allowed near children. Which is really messed up and I hate that someone said that.

However on with the situation. One of our friends Mike (25m) is a trans man. We met him four years ago. He's very handsome, broody, introverted, intelligent, great listener, very accepting and understanding, similar to me but opposite to her. Now we didn't know he was trans until two years ago, because I asked him on a date and he turned me down, and when I asked why he told me that he was mostly T4T and only viewed me as a friend. We were like woah you're trans, okay that's cool, etc. He explained that he was lucky enough to get on puberty blockers and transition young etc which is why he passes. I said okay I'm not trans and you're mostly T4T fair enough.

Well last year Anne suddenly tells us that she is trans too. She says she's bigender. She says she is okay with either she her or he him because she feels like a man and a woman at the same time. Some days she's a woman, some days she's a man, and some days she's both, according to her. She says she does not like they them pronouns. Suddenly her and Mike are spending all this extra time together. Last month he confided in me that he thinks he's in love with her, after years of him only seeing her as a friend, and then they started officially dating.

Here's the problem: she has not changed her outward appearance, her name, started any kind of medical stuff, joined any groups, bought a binder etc. We all continue to call her she and her because she fully presents as female and doesn't have a problem with it. Also she's very effeminate in body language, the way she talks, etc. I know technically I could call her a he or a him, too, but she never asks me to or corrects people when they call her she because well technically she is a she too. Mike is the only one who uses he and him pronouns with her as often as she and her, but she has never thanked him. It really feels like she's saying she's trans and then going about her life exactly as a cis woman simply to convince Mike to date her.

First off, Anne and Mike are NOT compatible. She likes to party, smoke weed, talks a lot, I'm not sure how she graduated with such good grades or why she does so well in her job because she is honestly a LOT to handle and I'm saying that as nice as possible. Mike would never touch weed or go to clubs and he says he would be fine staying home while she does those things but how could you trust someone to party while high and not hook up with others? I've seen her make out with five people in one night at a frat party. They also had wildly different childhoods, such as she grew up in a conservative community and doesn't speak to her family, and he grew up in a liberal area and is close with his family. But more importantly she has a history of joining theater because she had a crush on someone in theater (plus she admits she is good at acting, so maybe she is acting now?) and getting a degree and job in a field because a favorite fictional character did that and now this? It feels like she was attracted to him, found out he usually dates other trans people, and found a way to continue being cis but claim to be trans without having to do anything trans related, basically mimicing her favorite person. As soon as they met they hit it off, or should I say she clung to him and pretended to have the same likes and dislikes whenever they were alone I assume.

It sounds terrible I know, which is why I discussed this with a group chat first that neither of them are in, and the group chat not only agreed that she is far too "obnoxious" for him (those were NOT my words!) but that she is faking being trans in an attempt to make him fall in love with her (which seems to be working.) I would NEVER have gone further without making sure with them first. So then a few of the people in my group chat and I held an intervention with Anne alone. The six of us (the others don't live close enough to come) met up with Anne at her place and told her what she was doing was wrong and gross and that she needed to get help for her bpd and to stop catfishing Mike. She didn't take well to what was said, which I anticipated, but she went crazy. She was screaming at us, insulting us, sobbing while yelling etc, literally said if we ever contacted her again she would call the cops, so we left.

I immediately called Mike before she could and asked him to meet me at a restaurant nearby and that it was very important. Since Mike doesn't know anyone in the group chat I went alone and I explained EVERYTHING before she could gaslight and manipulate him even further. He left, did not finish or pay for his food. I messaged him several times, but a few hours later he texted me to never to speak to him again, and then blocked me on everything. I showed up to his house and Anne was there. Mike said if I ever contacted him again he would get a restraining order on me so I left. I've discussed this with the group chat and now suddenly half of them changed their mind and don't want to talk about it anymore. Several of them left the group chat. Not only that but several of my friends who know either Mike or Anne or both have blocked me on everything. When I've tried to contact these friends through other means and explain everything, they either didn't respond or said for me never to contact them again because I was being transphobic. Listen I know under NORMAL circumstances you shouldn't question when someone comes out but this is NOT a normal situation, and now I am concerned Anne is unsafe for Mike but also an unsafe person to know, as she literally is trying to destroy my life because I called her out on some seriously messed up and abusive behavior.

TLDR am I the asshole for trying to protect my trans friend from a potential stalker?

What are these acronyms?

[mercy-burning]

Page Turner

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: Y/N becomes a little impatient while Spencer is reading... Category: SMUT (18+) Content: Thigh riding, thigh fucking, cum play Word Count : 2.5k

MASTERLSIT

NOTE: this is just FILTH FILTH FILLLTHHHHH, and it was supposed to be a blurb but i got kinda carried away so it’s a little longer than that... so enjoy your porn with no plot 😊😂 And shoutout to @broken-stardust for beta-ing this for me!! we originally talked about the idea for this fic months ago, so i’m glad you finally got to see it ❤

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She was in the mood for a little trouble.

Well, it was more like she was in the mood for a good fuck, but at the moment, with Spencer's strong desire to finish this incredibly long book series he'd just discovered, the mood for trouble came as more of a... fun little footnote that would most certainly add to the experience she was looking for.

So she strode up to Spencer, who was sitting comfortably on the couch with his book open and his glasses perched cutely on the tip of his nose, and straddled herself on his right leg wearing nothing but a pair of thin cotton underwear and a t-shirt.

"Hey," she said, low and seductive as she planted a wet kiss into his neck. Her hands clutched his shirt, willing herself to be closer and with every intention of him putting the book down and paying her some attention.

Either he truly wasn’t in the mood, or he was teasing her.

"Hey," is all he responded with, clipped and distant. His eyes scanned the pages, albeit slower than usual due to the woman clinging herself to him and begging for attention.

"You've been reading all weekend," Y/N half-whined, pressing herself into him and attaching her lips to his neck again. "Can't you at least take a little break?"

"It won't take me long to finish this book, and then we can, okay?"

She knew it was fair. It was more than fair, actually, but that didn't help the fact that she was still incredibly horny, and if she took care of it herself, it wouldn't have been enough. Maybe that was selfish, but she didn't care.

So she whined for real this time, more like a disappointed child, as she gripped his shirt and pulled herself closer to him. "Spencer..."

She expected him to warn her, to tell her to wait or something—anything—but instead he opted for the exact opposite.

He did nothing.

Y/N promptly decided that wasn't the correct response and rolled her hips, grinding down on his leg for friction. Her tongue drew a messy line up the side of his neck as she circled her hips and sought out the stimulation she so desperately wanted. And at the way his body tensed under her, obviously wanting the same things but holding out in favor of restraint, she knew her plan was close to working.

So she let out a long, content sigh and tangled her fingers in his hair, tugging it gently and continued to ride his thigh, moving quicker and harder with each second as she felt her body start to unravel. Her lips attached to his neck and mumbled all sorts of little noises that should have gotten him to fucking do something...

And still, even as she felt herself cling to him and her body recover from a short (and quite frankly unsatisfying) orgasm, Spencer remained in his position, still flipping pages in that godforsaken book.

"Spencer," Y/N grunted. She was exasperated, and strongly hoping that she wasn't giving him any satisfaction in her need for attention.

However, instead he seemed a little defensive. "Wh—You're distracting me! I can't finish the book as quickly if you're distracting me..."

"Fine," she sighed, peeling herself away from him and trying one last thing to get him to submit.

Y/N slid the underwear off her legs and tossed it gently at his face, watching it fall into his lap in front of the book.

Still nothing. His eyes roamed the pages, and he was clearly highly invested in whatever story was written on them. And god damn it if he still wasn't the cutest thing she'd ever seen.

So she slunk back to the bedroom and plopped herself down on the bed with only a t-shirt, laying down and crossing one leg over the other. And when she tossed her head to the side with a sigh, she noticed the other books in Spencer's current interest scattered along his side of the bed.

Well, I'm not particularly in the mood anymore, and there's really nothing else to do...

"Why the fuck not," Y/N sighed, reaching out and fishing for the book that had the number 1 printed on the spine.

***

With the final paragraphs of the story swimming through his brain, the book settled closed and neatly on the cushion beside him, Spencer looked down at his lap and noticed the bundle of cotton sitting there, next to a small damp spot on his pants where his girlfriend had been just under a half hour earlier.

He felt bad, ignoring her like that. It was hard resisting her when she was literally there, in his lap and getting herself off on his leg. And while he could practically hear Morgan in the back of his mind, telling him with disappointment in his voice, "It doesn't matter how important you think something is, that is always gonna be the most important thing,"... Spencer really couldn't help it. The book was so good he couldn't put it down. Not even for sex.

And now that he'd finished, he was focusing on what his brain decided it couldn't handle before, remembering her wet, hot breath on his neck and her fingers tangled in his hair as she rode his thigh, begging him for attention.

He was feeling guilty.

And he was going to spend the whole rest of the weekend making it up to her. He swore it, no matter who called, no matter what came up, he wasn't going to pay any attention to it unless it was his girlfriend's limbs tangled with his.

His hand reached for the book so he could return it with the others, but he thought better of it, wondering if Y/N would say anything. Instead, he figured walking in empty-handed and announcing how he was ready to give her his undivided attention for the rest of eternity if she'd let him would be a better option.

Spencer was feeling good about his decision, but when he opened the bedroom door and saw her, he felt even worse about ignoring her.

Because there she was, one foot pressed flat into the mattress and the other crossed over her knee, exposing her bare cunt to the world as she held a book in her hands. She looked statuesque and absolutely delectable, and he'd turned her down for a book he could have easily finished tomorrow morning.

Oh, he was definitely going to make it up to her...

"H—Hey, babe," he got out, trying to get her attention like she hadn't already heard the squeaky door open.

"Hey," she responded, similar in tone to how he'd answered the same greeting earlier, and it made his stomach turn.

Was she doing it on purpose?

Spencer took cautious steps towards her, stepping around the bed and clearing off the books scrambled on his side so he could take their place. "What are you reading?"

Rather than speaking, she tilted the book so he could see the cover and then returned to her position, eyes scanning the pages, and he couldn't tell if she was doing it to mess with him or if she was truly invested.

"Okay... Well, um... I'm finished now, i—if you wanted to, um..."

When Y/N finally took her eyes off the pages, she looked at him up and down as he sat on the bed... She took in his apologetic eyes, the slight pout on his lips that she could never resist...

And then she resisted him. Sort of.

"Eh, sure. Just let me finish this chapter first."

She sounded utterly bored.

And once again, Spencer wasn't sure if it was genuine or if she was just doing it to get back at him. But either way, it made him feel bad about before. He wanted to respect her wishes, grant her the time to finish reading just as she'd granted it to him... But he also wanted to make sure she knew just how sorry he was.

"Oh... Okay." He laid down next to her and watched her face as she read, her eyes occasionally blinking, mimicking the butterflies in his stomach at the sight before him. Even if she was mad at him, she was still absolutely stunning, and he was never going to take it for granted.

His fingers reached out to brush some of the hair from her eyes so he could see her better, and despite herself, she smiled a little, gently leaning into his touch.

That's my way in...

"I'm really sorry, Y/N... For ignoring you. I was just really caught up in the book and I—"

"Babe, it's fine," she dismissed, like it wasn't ever a big deal in the first place. "Trust me, I totally get it now. This is so good..."

As soon as she finished speaking, her eyes were roaming the words again, her bottom lip tucking gently between her teeth as she turned a page.

Oh... so she wasn't just messing with me, then...

Spencer's eyebrows raised and he sighed a little, truly unsure where to go from here. "Oh... Well... I'm glad you like it?"

She hummed, barely acknowledging him, and it amused him to his very core. So much so that he couldn't help but lean forward to kiss her cheek out of habit. And when she scrunched her nose, barely brushing off his touch, he started feeling a bit more devious. So he kissed her again, this time on the jaw, and then again and again trailing down her neck. And he stayed there, sucking small marks into her skin while she remained in her position.

He remembered what he saw when he opened the door, and the thoughts swirling around in his head begged him to utilize it.

He really wanted to be polite and let her finish reading... But also...

Spencer shifted, leaving the bed only to return on the other end, with no pants as he crawled up in between her legs on his knees. Seeing as she wasn't going to move her legs at all, he settled for running his hands gently over them, tracing every dip and curve they took, all the way down to the back of her thigh, which was out and exposed as it was aiding in resting her ankle over her other knee.

When he got close to her exposed pussy, she shivered a little. "You're distracting me..."

The obvious teasing that laced her words sent a smile to his lips. He couldn't see her face for a moment, but then she angled the book down and peered over it, giving him eyes that challenged, Do it and see what happens...

So, without breaking eye contact, Spencer gently ran his finger along the opening of her wet cunt and watched as she flung the book back up to her face, hiding it from view. He played with her clit for a while, circling it gently with his thumb while his middle finger slowly slipped in and out of her.

Y/N whined. "That's not fair... At least when I was interrupting you, I didn't try to give you a handjob..."

Spencer hummed in agreement, removing his fingers from her and bringing them to his lips. "Hmm, I suppose you're right..."

So how am I going to make it even...

He took his dick out of his underwear then, holding it in his hand and resisting the urge to slip it inside of her. Instead, he settled for the small gap between her thighs, a whine escaping him once he realized it was nowhere near the amount of stimulation he'd get from anything else.

His hips snapped forward urgently as he chased some form of release, frustrated at how it felt good, but not nearly good enough.

"Not so fun, is it?" Y/N sang, flipping a page amusedly once he'd let out another exasperated whine.

"What's to stop me from just fucking you?" he hissed, gripping her legs and trying his hardest to be patient.

"You won't... Because you won't learn your lesson otherwise."

Now she was messing with him. She was punishing him for ignoring her, and he breathed a laugh, knowing he should have seen it coming. But he wasn't going to argue with her, not when he was well and truly aware that he deserved this.

Still, it didn't make it any easier.

Spencer's whimpering increased tenfold, though, once she took a little pity on him and squeezed her legs tighter, giving him more friction and bringing him closer to the edge.

"O—oh my g—od..."

It happened so fast. One second he was relieved at this new wave of pleasure and the next he was pulled underneath it, his lower half tensing, pulsing, and burning hot. God, she was warm... And wet, and tight, but in a completely different way than normal, and it all was too much.

Her thighs and lower stomach were covered in cum, and that thought alone was enough to keep him going. He was overstimulated and probably should have refrained, but the silky, warm skin of her thighs just felt so good gliding over his dick, he just couldn't.

By now, Y/N had completely tossed the book aside, watching in awe as Spencer seemed unaware of her actions. His eyes were shut tightly, so focused on coming again, and the head of his cock peeked out through the gap in her thighs with every thrust forward, glistening and nearly red...

And then he was coming again, and she watched as the milky substance spilled out over her skin. A strand of it dripped slowly down the front of her left thigh, and the sight made her whine.

Spencer opened his eyes then, an overwhelming kernel of love and adoration blooming through his chest as he watched her watch him.

And then everything slowed.

He shoved the book off the bed and laid down beside her, looking down to admire his work.

"Fuck," is all he said, in one huff.

He was clearly pleased with himself, a fact which made Y/N beam. "Oh, you like that, huh?"

With a vigorous nod, he reached a hand out to spread some of the mess around, his fingers gliding slowly and softly over the planes and curves of her still-crossed legs.

"We have to do that again... Though, I could do without the 'you punishing me' part..."

Y/N let out a laugh, grabbing his wrist and bringing his fingers to her mouth. She darted her tongue out to taste, slowly dragging the tip along the underside of his middle finger before taking it fully in her mouth.

"Don't give me a reason to punish you, then," she quipped back after letting his finger go with a soft pop and tilting her head to look at him.

That look in her eyes, the one that always gave him butterflies, elicited another heavy nod.

"Deal."

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Feitan makes you accompany him in another one of his travels little does the reader know where they are both headed is freezing cold and the reader has no sweater or any clothing that could make them warm and feitan knows this, & the reader is cold as a mf, so the reader's only option is to cuddle up with Fei (which was his whole plan)

Sure! He would, he's not the best with his words so he's gotta find a different way to get what he wants.

Sweaters Please

TW: Kidnapping Mentioned, Torture Implied, Manipulation, Female reader in mind when writing.

It was best to ignore what Feitan did for a living, what he did for the troupe. It was easier to ignore the screams that echoed through the house from the basement when he brought work home. It was truly the only way to keep your sanity. Cover your ears and try to fall asleep. That was the best decision if you wanted to remain sane, remain as yourself. Pretend the man who kidnapped you wasn't a floor away torturing someone to death. That he was then going to come to seek your company with fresh blood littering his clothes.

It was like that for months, clinging to your sanity. Trying to keep it, is the only thing you still had from your old life. You couldn't lose it. Not to him.

It was rough the first bit, the screams of pain had almost driven you to madness. The loneliness you felt, as Feitan was rarely seen. He was usually home, but he tended to stay out of your sight the first few weeks. Only making contact with you when he wished to be noticed. Unless you had done something wrong. It was sad to say that the space he offered you made you adjust to your new arrangements. Even show some relief when you saw him home, knowing you weren't alone anymore. Questions ran through your head of why he would kidnap you then hide for so long. It didn’t matter why he did what he did, by the time he made himself visible regularly you were lonely and desperate for some company. Something he took advantage of.

The two of you lived side by side, mainly as awkward roommates in the beginning. Trying to find a way to exist that didn’t upset him. Taking on daily tasks that he asked while he watched. Watching as you cleaned, as you cooked, even as you enjoyed the few movies he had brought to you. It was all so strange, but you had come to realize there was no way out. No leaving him, no getting back to your old life. Feitan was your life, he was your future now.

What you two had wasn’t a normal relationship, that was very clear with the threats you received when you upset him. Or the screams of his victims. The little consideration he gave you when you expressed how haunting the screams were. Echoing throughout the house while you lay in bed helpless, forced to listen. All he did was stare at you and sigh. No words left his mouth, no threat, no excuse, no apology. Feitan just looked at you then left the room. Though a few days later you had noticed he had attempted to soundproof his workroom. You felt heard as if he had listened to your complaints and attempted to amend them. Your attitude and thought towards him were changing in favour of him.

You became more welcoming to him, giving him smiles and thanking him for the strange gifts he sometimes brought. Letting him brush against you, rest his hand against yours when sitting near each other. You may have never acted first, but you never pushed him away either. Feitan wasn’t overbearing. He sought short and small interactions. It felt like you two were playing house. Pretending that everything was normal, you two were normal. It felt real until he locked himself in the basement with some poor soul. That was when small glimpses of reality peek through.

Yet, just as quickly as the reality came, it left. Especially when Feitan would gift you things from his missions. Lay his tender hands on you. It was odd how a murderer could have such a gentle hand. Especially after a mission, that was when you knew he wanted more of you. It was almost like he missed you. It was nice, you couldn't lie that being left alone for a few weeks had made you miss some form of touch too. That was usually how long he was away. Never long enough he needed to worry about you running out of food. That was until now, Feitan had informed you that he was needed by the troupe. That he’d be gone for well over a month. When he had informed you about this, you were worried. Wondering if the food he left would even stay good for that long. Before you could bring up your concerns Feitan cut you off.

“You’re coming.”

The aspect of going along with him, with the troupe, scared you. Being around one mass murderer was enough. At least with him, you knew he had some concern for your well being. As he had kept you alive this whole time. But the others, you weren't sure what to expect. You sat on the couch finishing some movie you had watched over and over again while he went to the bedroom to pack. There was no point in helping, he knew more about what you needed than you did.

The trip was long, you travelled alone with Feitan instead of with the rest of the troupe. It allowed you to relax, giving you some more time to gather your composure before meeting the others. You didn't want to upset any of them or him by saying or doing something wrong. You knew he respected most of them greatly, especially Chrollo. If you angered one of them, he may just kill you himself. No, he wouldn't. You played with that idea, settling on the fact he probably wouldn't. Choosing instead to just punish you. That is if he would even let you meet them. There was a chance he would just hide you nearby. That sounded like a better option.

Lucky for you Feitan had placed you somewhere else away from the troupe, still close enough to watch you. But enough that you couldn’t interact with them or see what they were planning. Unfortunate for you, it was cold in the building you were at. Cement walls and floors did little to keep you warm. Feitan had packed you barely anything useful. It annoyed you as he was the one who knew all the details of the mission. Including where you would be kept, yet he packed clothes that barely kept you warm enough. When you brought up the issue, he simply scoffed and stated he told you that it wasn't that cold.

He must have taken pity on seeing you shivering and curled up all the time because he ended up bringing you some warmer clothes. Though they seemed to help very little. Even the blankets he brought weren’t keeping you completely warm. Laying in bed, all you could do was shiver. Feitan was laying next to you, attempting to sleep as well. Though instead of the cold keeping him up, it was your shivering. He told you to stop, but it wasn’t that simple. Before you could open your mouth and beg for some warmer layers. His hands were snaked around your waist only for you to be pulled towards his body. This was unusual. Feitan never seemed to seek full physical touch. Then again, why would he have taken you if not to fulfil some of his needs?

You were about to push against him as it was rather uncomfortable to be touched this much by him so suddenly, but then you noticed how warm he was. Your body felt so relaxed against him. Craving this kind of warmth for days. You had never noticed how warm he was. The heat you so desperately wanted and needed. All you could do was push up into his hold. Nuzzling against your face in between his neck and shoulder. It was another moment with him where you could forget reality. Acting as if everything was normal, that you were two lovers camping. Settling down for the night. You could ignore the reality of the situation. Pretending he wasn't where to hurt and kill people. That he hadn't kidnapped you and dragged you here. No. right now he was giving you something you desperately wanted and that was fine.

As you drifted off to sleep, Feitan couldn’t help but let a smirk slip on his lips. He had wanted to do more than simply hold hands or brush against each other. It was you who always seemed to not want more. Tolerating the little he got. Never making a move on him. It angered him, but he knew you wouldn't respond well to anger. So here he was enjoying your touch while you enjoy his warmth. It was helpful that he tended to run warm. It was a shame this moment took him denying you any proper clothes when he packed, but you didnt have to know the truth.

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[ultraericthered]

Is Magnifico's system a good political system? Is it reasonable/fair/etc.? Is he justified in keeping the ungranted wishes? Should he have as much power as he does, even if his people agreed to live under his power?

Does he have malicious intent? Is he "evil"?

These aren't really the same thing. You can answer "no" to both questions.

The answers to those would be one resounding "no" and a "not at first". From the start of when we meet him, Magnifico has done bad things and is very capable of going on to do more bad things, but his intentions for the kingdom he built up and for his subjects who live there under his rule are not without valid rationale, and he's not what I'd call evil. He makes himself evil later in the story via the book.

This would have been an obvious route for the movie to go in order to make him more conventionally villainous, but the thing is, there is absolutely no indication that this is happening.

It WAS the route the movie was going to go at one point given what Magnifico says in the deleted "hulking out" climax scene. I don't understand why the angle got lost in the final film, as Magnifico using the magic of the wish orbs to keep his power charged and his and Amaya's life span going could work even within the framework of him not knowing what happens when he breaks/absorbs wishes.

He's a hoarder, but it feels more like "old lady in a small apartment who has 20 cats because she can't stop adopting strays despite the health and safety concerns this causes" type of hoarding as opposed to "a calculated amassing of power" type of hoarding.

The issue there is that old ladies in small apartment who has 20 cats have no status of power and have made no promises to anyone that maybe one day they'll give one of their cats to them. Magnifico knows that A: every person in Rosas will be waiting for as long as possible for him to eventually grant them the wish they gave to him but now cannot recall, and B: there are some wishes among all those he's been given by the people that he has deemed too high risk to ever be granted magically, thus he will not ever grant those ones. Yet he still keeps those "never to be granted" wishes for his own personal comfort and pleasure, rather than do the responsible thing of giving them back and leveling with the owner that it's a wish he cannot in good conscience grant with his magic but they're free to try to fulfill the wish on their own with whatever means they can find. Unless we're to assume this ages old sorcerer monarch is ignorant, forgetful, and out of touch with his subjects, we have to put A and B together there and the conclusion we'd come to is that Magnifico knows he'll never grant certain wishes of certain people AND that those certain people are still waiting for him to grant their wishes, so he is very deliberately putting into practice a "carrot on a stick" tactic to keep these people both complacent with his rule and adoring, respecting, and depending on him as their ruler for the remainder of their lives. Evil or not, that is a douchey, self-interested approach to take.

You could say that just having the wishes still gives him control in the sense that he's stringing people along with the hope that he's going to grant their wish, which is true.

Yes. Literally what I just said, thank you!

But there's also the fact that everyone in Rosas agreed to live under this system and did so with full knowledge of what it meant. It's a relatively new society; most of the people there settled there sought it out because they'd heard it was a great place to live, and then they're given the grand tour where they're told how everything works, and none of it is a lie. They're aware that they have to give him their wish as a precondition for living there, that they forget about it, and that whether or not it ever gets granted is left exclusively under the king's discretion. It's authoritarianism, but of a style that the citizens have all decided they want.

If Asha really had not realized or put together that Magnifico was intentionally keeping people's wishes that they entrusted him with (and then forgot what they even were) fully committed to never ever granting them to those people, then no one in Rosas is likely to have realized. And this would count as a betrayal of trust by a ruler to his subjects AND a form of theft by deception/fraud. By not levelling with the givers of the wishes with whom he's formed this social contract that many of their wishes he's given might be ruled by him to be too high risk and unsafe to grant by magic yet also never to be returned to them so they thus go on not remembering them for the rest of their lives, Magnifico is befrauding the kingdom. There's just no way around that. That's what puts him squarely in the wrong.

It's kind of weird, actually, how the movie seems to go out of its way to stack the deck in its ostensible villain's favor by emphasizing how informed and enthusiastic the citizens' consent is, and also by completely glossing over what happens if someone who's born in Rosas isn't willing to give up their wish. The movie gives the impression that everyone except Asha (and maybe Simon) is onboard with this system and pretty content with it and then really does nothing to contradict this. Even Saba says he doesn't want to know what his wish is. And then Asha just kind of takes it upon herself to say, "No, this status quo is not good for you. I've decided that what you all need is more agency. Open wide. You're getting agency whether you want it or not." And the movie never really engages with the messiness and contradiction of all this. They introduce a lot of genuinely interesting themes about the nature of freedom, of desire, agency, and the cycle of trauma. And then it all gets dealt with so half-assedly.

This is all valid criticism that I do agree with. The execution was just not up to par with the ideas, for this and other aspects of the film.

Like, if they didn't want it so gray, another obvious route to go (which has been brought up by more than one person) would've been "Asha decides not to give her wish on her eighteenth birthday, and then quickly finds out that it's not as optional as it appears because the king's knights try to abduct her and take her wish by force (or whatever) and then threaten to hurt her family if she tells anyone." That would have been villainous! Like this movie had tons of options they could have gone with to make Magnifico more devious, more of a manipulative and ruthless schemer in the vein of Scar or Ursula, but it fails to take any of these routes. Instead they go with the whole evil book thing so all his worst actions are committed in an altered mental state.

I mean, the evil book, the power it grants him, and his altered mental state/addiction is all the result of his own conscious decision he made when feeling unappreciated, undermined, and desparate for a quick fix, so that's still on him. The movie just muddied his motivation by having the earlier scene where he's talked down from it by Amaya and seems sincerely thankful to her for it, so it didn't seem like a whole lot changed between that point and when he does unseal the book in the midst of a comically self-obsessed villain song.

I've talked at length about that in other posts and this is already long; my point is that the writers of the movie just failed at their task of making a "classic" villain. Some Wish rewrites lean in the direction of making him more of a straight-up baddie, others have leaned into the "sympathetic antagonist with psychological issues" angle, but there seems to be pretty widespread agreement that he doesn't come across as a Jack Horner type so much as a flawed, misguided man, one who accomplished something genuinely impressive in building a kingdom that people wanted to live in because in spite of everything it was a pretty nice place (better than much of the world, I'd say) but the first time he came up against genuine opposition, he was overwhelmed by his personal demons.

Magnifico got heavily and very enjoyably "classic villain"ish in the movie's second half (from his song and onward), but the writers of the movie failed to properly motivate his character on the road to getting there. For comparison, when Gaston shifts from being just a boorish, egocentric jerk and antagonistic figure to Belle in the story to being a true full-fledged evil villain with an evil plot and readiness to harm others for the sake of fulfilling his desire, it checks out and feels natural given the way Gaston's character was set up. When the shift happens with Magnifico, it doesn't really go together with the character's set up in the first half, where he seemed like "a flawed, misguided man" who clung to his God complex and the love, respect and dependency of his people out of insecurity and a need for tight-fisted control to make everything in his life go fine for him rather than a douchey narcissist who could become this cartoonishly nefarious, egomaniacal, and power-hungry character we see in the second half.

This is not to say that there weren't flaws in Rosas from the beginning; any isolated society which is built around a single charismatic figure is bound to turn somewhat cultlike, which comes with risks even when the community is relatively benevolent.

Exactly. Which, again, is why Magnifico was always set up as the bad guy in this story even before he devolved into a truly evil villain.

Wish and King Magnifico?

Ever since the trailer dropped, I’ve been seeing more and more people coming to King Magnifico’s defense about his wish granting, and it’s honestly really weird to me given that he is a literal villain. Like the do-an-evil-laugh-in-the-dark-while-casting-a-forbidden-green-spell kind of villain.

Like I’m fully aware that not every wish needs to come true, and that the world would descend into chaos if everyone got what they wanted, BUT Asha just doesn’t seem the type to be selfish in wishing. I feel like she’ll learn early on that Star’s wish magic has limits

This was more than likely the intention of the design team; having a villain wear white will subconsciously convince your audience that he’s not utterly and entirely evil. That, and also he’s hot. No wonder everyone’s giving him the benefit of the doubt.

I just wish that they alluded to more of the plot in the trailer. They should’ve shown the part that tells us that the wishes are erased from the wisher’s mind if they are not granted immediately and instead sent to the tower; it seems rather cruel to keep a piece of one’s memory away from them. Asha’s grandfather’s 100th birthday is also a subplot of the movie, and she learns that one of his wishes has long since been neglected in the palace walls. The knowledge of these two things act as the catalyst in her confrontation of King Magnifico. She more than likely wants the people of Rosas to just live freely with the memories of their wishes, instead of keeping them in a tower.