#you do NOT insult me like that and think ill behave nicely

[okcomputeroknotok19972017]

sitting down on a rock with my hand under my chin like the thinker statue. this isn't about anyone in particular or anything specific but i find it interesting how many people on tumblr treat 'neurodiversity' ... i personally find the words 'neurospicy' and 'tism' kind of juvenile and they make me roll my eyes but when i see people get angry over these words or insult the people who use them i wonder why they feel that way. why is it okay to attack people over these words that you think are embarrassing or 'cringeworthy' when ... well, autism and many other developmental disorders, cognitive or intellectual disabilities, and mental illnesses may make some people behave in a way that you think is 'embarrassing' and 'cringeworthy.' with autism specifically, social awkwardness, restricted interests, and difficulty understanding or following social norms are extremely common and well known symptoms that often cause embarrassment, confusion, or mockery. i think it's very interesting to see people who claim to be accepting of autism then publicly and very personally criticize others on the spectrum for a 'cringeworthy' behavior, in this case using words that are too 'cutesy' or 'juvenile.'

there are a lot more examples of this kind of behavior on tumblr. even among my own circle of mutuals and mutuals-in-law, composed of many people with autism and other developmental disorders, disabilities, and mental illnesses, i often feel like i am walking the same invisible tightrope as i do in social interactions in the physical world. i rarely come across people who are really earnest, even if they post image macros about being nice and sweet and as tall as one strawberry or something. every day i see people on here being mocked for misunderstanding something, for not getting a joke, for saying something unintentionally rude or irrelevant ... the other half of the equation might be that the people doing the mocking, who are sometimes (most of the time in my circle) autistic or neurodiverse in other ways as well, deserve leeway because they themselves might not realize they're violating an invisible social rule or are acting inappropriately when in their minds it's just good fun. i think that's certainly very true ... i also think some people are just mean and hypocritical. again this is NOT about anyone specific it's just patterns i've personally noticed.

anyways. 'i'm neurodivergent and a minor' is still funny to say out of the blue sometimes but my heart sinks when people try to conjure up an image of a disabled person as the butt of the joke every time. i'm not like Those autistic people who call themselves 'neurospicy' and whose special interests are 'cringe' things like broadway musicals or shows i don't like and who won't shut up about being gay or trans and who are really just pretending to be like me ... :( i see this sentiment around sometimes and it hurts my heart. i don't have a conclusion other than i think everyone myself included should be kinder and less preoccupied with shielding ourselves in 1000 layers of irony and sarcasm, reinventing 'neurotypical' social norms and sanctions in the process, and more thought should be put into if what you are saying is in line with what you value about equality and acceptance

[velvetvexations]

Sadly even being mental ill doesn’t stop people from being ableist — I knew someone with OCD who unironically used the r-slur as an insult about someone who was actually autistic behaving in a bad way. I also know autistic people who are otherwise nice who still haven’t unlearned things and use “narc” as an insult or a way to describe toxic partners. I know people with ADHD who will use “sociopath”/“psychopath” to describe a bad villain because they harm others. But I do think… if you’re ADHD, you’re less likely to be ableist against autistic people specifically; and if you’ve one of the personality disorders, you’re? Probably? less likely to be ableist against people who have the other personality disorders.

I've never thought about it this way before but thinking about the "scary toxic narc" thing it's interesting that I often approach it in the same way I do being a trans woman, which is to say Goddamn right you should be scared of me.

[corvicides]

just some VC ideas i have for wuya.

voice: Kōsuke Toriumi

lines for his school uniform card

summon: " i'm really enjoying this school thing. it's a lot more exciting than what i used to do every day. " groovy: " my wings? maybe i'll show them to you sometime... " set home: " got any snacks? " home idle 1: " a lot of these classes are really easy. so sometimes i'll tease trein's cat during lessons. haha he hates it! " home idle 2: " ill let you copy my homework for a bag of lemon candy. a reasonable trade don't you think? " home idle 3: " group work? if i have to, but don't expect me to pick up any slack. " home tap 1: " i don't think sebek likes me very much. he gets on me about ruining the dorm's image if i don't behave. what a bore! " home tap 2: " ever had lemon bars? trey made some once and i couldn't help but snatch a few, hehehe! don't worry i left him something as thanks. " home tap 3: the way students scramble to see test scores is so funny to me. what's all the fuss for? if you passed, you'll know. " home tap 4: " skipping class with floyd is really tempting. but i promised to take my studies seriously. i'm lucky to even be here. " home tap 5: " i've just started to like you, don't make me change my mind. "

lines for his dorm card

summon: " you should always watch what you say. you never know when someone might be listening. " groovy: " aren't my wings beautiful? they take me places you wouldn't believe. " set home: " you know, you can always visit our dorm. im sure malleus would enjoy the company. " home idle 1: " some of the secrets the students keep here are quite unsettling hehehe... oh no, i really shouldn't say. " home idle 2: " the diasomnia dorm is nice, i guess. but malleus definitely could do something to liven the place up a bit... " home idle 3: " fae don't scam or swindle, we trade . to imply otherwise is an insult. " home tap 1: " my uniform? oh yeah, i made the changes myself. malleus doesn't seem to mind it. though...it wouldn't matter if he did anyway. " home tap 2: " have you seen octavinelle's dorm? they've got a big view of the ocean floor there. i'd never seen anything like that before. " home tap 3: " lilia is a lot different than i expected. i'm kind of relieved, this version of him is a lot more fun. " home tap 4: " i love jumping out of the shadows and startling people. idia is really easy to scare, especially when he's engrossed in his games. " home tap 5: " don't poke at me too much, i might forget you on a rooftop one of these days, hahaha! no, im very serious. " home tap groovy: " why don't i give you a birds eye view of the school hm? promise i wont drop you. "

ssr dorm card buddy bonus' ( idk who he has a duo magic with out of these )

silver: minor power boost malleus: minor health boost jade: minor power boost don't make me do card stats................. i might one day but uh!!!

spell 1 ( forest strike ) / spell 2 ( water shot ) / spell 3 ( void shot )

[kirishwima]

ah yes, a little bit of xenophobia, as a ~parting gift~ before i leave this country

[masterthespianduchovny]

I’m curious as to how Nate’s redemption arc will be handled, esp because I often see him compared to Rebecca and what she did.

For a while I tried to understand why this comparison fell flat for me. Why, despite disliking what Rebecca was doing and wanting her to fail, I wasn’t as bothered by her actions than I am Nate’s.

Don’t get me wrong, what Rebecca did was fucked up. She hired Ted under false pretenses and undermined him every step of the way. However, it wasn’t personal. Well, not to those employed by or connected to the club. Her actions was very much about hurting Rupert. Again, not to say that that isn’t fucked up and even some would argue that’s worse. However, despite her ill intent, Rebecca didn’t actively berate or threaten anyone under her outside of Higgins. This is why players and other people feel comfortable around her, she was nice to them, listened, and helped when she could, despite it being all to maintain her image initially.

Despite Higgins being employed by her and her wielding that power, that dynamic is vastly different. They were friends of sorts for years and he had standing lunches with her, which he knew and may have even been instructed to set those up so Rupert could cheat. Rebecca thought she was laughing and smiling with a friend who enjoyed her, he was and he did, who was helping her husband cheat even though it was under threat.

Part of the reason Higgins endures that is because he genuinely cared for Rebecca and he felt guilty about what he helped put her through.

During this entire time, Rebecca isn’t rude, abusive, or threatens any under her. Even when she’s negatively reacting to something they’re doing, she pauses and finds a productive way to address the issue or ignores it.

Hell, she even brushes off Nate insulting her to her face and, in the second season, when Will grabs the boots without saying excuse me, she just moves and looks at him funny.

So even when Rebecca was at her lowest, she wasn’t being a raging asshole to everyone despite her act. And we see that her not mistreating those under her is on brand for her because 2. No one notes the change in behavior from one season to the next 2. How she treats others doesn’t change because she largely treated them well on a person to person basis.

Where as even before Nate got power, he was quick to yell at, put down, or insult people who he deemed as beneath him. Or, when he was especially angry, insulted his boss directly to her face because he thought she fired him. Keep in mind, Rebecca didn’t disrespect Nate at all AND he didn’t know about her scheme. So why was his first reaction to be rude? And he switched up so quickly as well? He didn’t even wait to see what was going on, just jumped to conclusions and immediately attacked.

We remember how he treated Ted and Beard before he found out who they were. Again, rude and to complete strangers at that.

Before Nate became a coach, it wasn’t that he was nice, he wasn’t. Nate was meek because he was beaten down, however, in a situation where he felt he had power, he was and an asshole. It’s not that Nate finally wants power over those who harmed him, he wants to wield power and it may not simply be because he’s always been powerless. To treat strangers how Nate did, to lash out at someone who has never harmed him, despite her power over him?

So when you get to the second season and see Nate being an asshole because he can? Being a complete and utter dick? Like, it would be easier to swallow if he was only rude to those who bullied him. We can get that. But those aren’t his only casualties in his mission for power and dominance. Even then, before beard spoke to him, he targeted players he felt he could get away with making rude comments to. He wouldn’t have ever said that shit to Jamie or Roy if he was still a player. Nate only respects people just as powerful or more powerful than him and that’s not okay.

The way Nate is behaving is antithetical to not only their current clubhouse culture, but also how ted coaches. He’s completely undermining Ted and the growth the players and team has made at large.

And it’s what makes his treatment of Will esp gross. Will is the most powerless person there and Nate knows that. The power imbalance is even more skewed than when Jamie and the others were bullying him. Nate is constantly on will’s ass about the smallest things, perceived or real, and treating him lack complete shit. He’s even gone so far as flat out ignoring him because he’s just the kitman. Will delivers the pens Nate orders and Nate does not acknowledge his presence, and then Colin walks in and Nate acknowledges his presence.

Will does a nice thing for Nate and because someone called him a loser online, he verbally abuses Will and threatens him. That’s fucking wild.

Again, outside of Higgins which is a different story, who has Rebecca treated like that? I’d even argue that Rebecca treated Higgins better than Nate is treating Will and others in general.

Rebecca did learn Nate’s name (or already knew it), supported his promotion, and participated in the surprise announcement. She never treated him or others like they were less than because she owns the club.

Even when you consider his relationship with his dad and how he’s treated, the bullying, and other shit, although those things adds context, it doesn’t explain all of his behavior nor does it erase the active harm he’s doing.

Because what I struggle with is: did Nate mean his apology?

No.

Nate didn’t apologize due to remorse, he apologized because he got caught and is learned how to be a better bully and silence his victim from getting help. Admittedly, part of this falls on ted, beard, and now roy, however, this is largely on Nate.

Nate didn’t suddenly become power hunger and an asshole, he always was. He just didn’t have the power.

Although I do believe he’ll get a redemption arc, I honestly hope they nail this. Because what he’s doing won’t be solved with a “do better” and apology. He also needs therapy, maybe to be demoted for a while, and some other shit I can’t think of.

I also think the other difference between Rebecca and Nate is that she did feel guilt. And I’m not saying guilt is enough to excuse fucked up shit, but it makes a difference when one feels remorse and the other doesn’t.

So you have Rebecca who wasn’t mistreating her subordinates, forming relationships with them, felt remorse, and became accountable when called out (other things happened too). Nate is mistreating his subordinates, not forming relationships with anyone, doesn’t feel remorse, and isn’t accountable when called out. I’ll admit, his story is in progress, however, we’ve seen glimpses of the nasty side of Nate even before he became a coach.

Because of this, we’re reassessing everything we thought we knew about him because most of his behavior isn’t new. He just now how power to wield, which plays into why we’re so unsettled by his development and some actively dislike him.

[cheekygreenty]

Little Witch - Part 16

The Darkling x Reader

'It's work-related Baghra, I'm not here because I miss you'

'Then get to it.' She snapped and walked around you, settling in her seat by the fire.

'How is Alina getting along?'

'Like a wounded animal' You sighed. As much as you hated the woman, she had a knack for training Grisha and always succeeded so this wasn't good.

'How bad is it?'

'She can't light a doorway on her own without Aleksander clutching her wrist.'

'Surely she's not that weak. Maybe you're just losing your touch'

'Get out.' She snapped.

'The Fete is 2 weeks away, it would do you well to make sure she doesn't embarrass herself' You let a subtle threat slip into your words but in reality, you couldn't touch Baghra, Aleksander forbade it himself.

'Or else what? You'll wrap my own shadows around my neck and wring me to death?'

'Perhaps.'

'Foolish girl. You have a pretty face but deep down you are uglier than the Black Heretic himself.' Baghra always seemed to have a paramount of new insult ready to throw your way.

'Well isn't it lucky that I share a bed with him'

'You are absurd'

'Only the best of us are.' With that, you left the blistering heat and made your way back into the palace, your mind drifting back to your first ever encounter with Baghra.

----

'You'll train with Baghra' General Kirigan said as you awkwardly stood in your lavish suite, feeling the ill-fitting Tidemaker kefta weighing heavily on your shoulders.

'I can fight already there's no need' You didn't want to be here, you wanted to go back to your regiment in the First-Army and sleep on an uncomfortable cot surrounded by your friends. The Palace reminded you too much of your old family home to the point of it making you uneasy.

'Not that kind of training' As handsome as the General was, you didn't let yourself succumb to his looks or that faint smile, even if it did erupt small butterflies in your body. Don't trust him.

'Do I have to wear this coat?' It was the first time you'd put it on and although it was very well made, you didn't think it suited you.

'That's your uniform from now on I'm afraid.' He gestured to his own black kefta. It was magnificent.

At the time, you hadn't yet known you could possess more than one Grisha power, but that was about to change really soon as he led you down the narrow steps leading to a hut.

It was nestled deep in the Palace gardens, and you longed for the same privacy. It wasn't anything like the Little Palace with its dull exterior and homely interior. But the heat, oh the heat, it was scalding. You fiddled with the kefta belt and buttons, tugging the thick coat off of you as you looked around, awaiting the woman the General referred to as Baghra.

'Hello?' You folded the blue coat over the back of a chair, feeling too awkward to sit down.

'You must be the Elemental, child you stick out like a sore thumb' An old woman appeared in the doorway. Her hair was graying and her clothes looked worn.

'An- wha- elemental?' You tested the words on your tongue, were you not a Grisha?

'Sit.' You did as you were told as she sat opposite you, leaning forward and having a good look at you.

'I've only ever met one of you, you're very rare'

'What am I' The urgency in your voice was strong.

'You take powers from other Grisha. You don't have any of your own.'

'So I'm not a Grisha. Why am I here then?' You scoffed.

'Just because you can't conjure up on your own doesn't mean you are not Grisha'

'I don't want to be here.'

'You've made that quite obvious.'

The room stilled as you thought about which questions to ask next.

'Is it hereditary?'

'Most likely. One doesn't don't know they are an Elemental until they touch a Grisha who is conjuring, hence why you're so rare. There's no test for it.'

'I don't fit in'

'No. You don't.' At least the old woman agreed. 'But don't let that be the reason you flock to change. There are those out there that would kill to have you in their ranks.' She eyed you again, a hidden meaning in her words that you couldn't decipher.

'I can be more than just a Tidemaker?'

'You can be much more, but only if you know how to control it.' She gripped your wrist suddenly, and a weird feeling spread through you, much like the one when General Kirigan touched you. It was like a rush of calm and surety.

'You have potential, a lot of it.'

'How are you going to train me if you've only ever known one of me?' You didn't mean to sound as harsh as you did, but you were growing impatient.

'Grisha science is simple child, even for those who come from Merzost.'

'Merzost?'

'Maybe in due time, Y/N. Maybe then I'll explain.'

-----

She never explained it, never mentioned it to Aleksander, never taught you properly. She held you back constantly and consistently. It was only when you left and almost died did you learn the true reason behind your kind and it still made you apprehensive.

You had yet to dabble in Merzost yourself even though your whole being came from it. You had felt drawn to it sure, but you understood that there was always a price to pay. Like Aleksander with the Fold, or Ilya when he created the amplifiers. You weren't willing to satisfy that silent thirst just yet if it meant sacrificing something dear to you.

The Palace was swimming in life right now despite the brutally cold air. The children had just finished school for the day and were running around playing in the snow while the Summoners were practicing on their grounds. It was nice to hear their laughs and content conversations, a stark contrast to the life you led a mere month ago.

The Little Palace wasn't perfect, but it was the sanctuary Grisha needed and you took pride in the fact that you helped achieve that. Aleksander may have done the bulk of the work, but you put blood, sweat and tears into ensuring that all kinds of Grisha felt safe in Ravka.

You watched as the young Tidemakers used all their might to break through the thick layers of ice on the lake. They worked in unison and in silence as the water shot up and behaved as if it were their puppet and they controlled the strings.

'Reminiscing?' Aleksander appeared at your side in his dramatic black cape.

'When I first came to the Palace, I truly thought I would be stuck as a Tidemaker forever' You laughed at your childish insolence.

'What's so wrong with being a Tidemaker?'

'Hmmm, maybe the fact that East Ravka is land-locked?'

'We have a lake' He pointed out with an amused grin. 'How is Alina?' He changed the topic.

'Your mother is doubtful'

'Isn't she always' His eyebrow raised in a sign of annoyance.

'Claims Alina cannot do anything without an amplifier by her side.'

'She's holding back.'

'Alina or Baghra?'

'Both.' You turned away from him, returning your gaze to the Tidemakers.

'You think she's up to something?'

'When is she not up to something, I fear your return has made her antsy.' You couldn't help but let out a giggle.

'Baghra is unnerved by me, my life goal is complete.'

'She thinks you corrupt me.'

'Does she know it is the other way around?' You mused and took hold of his hand, the action hidden behind his cape.

'I'm offended Ms.Y/L/N. I was under the impression we are both as bad as the other.' He squeezed your hand back, the cool silver ring pressing against your skin. You shivered, cursing yourself for not bringing a cape.

'I think I have to go back in' You said as you watched your breath leave in a cloud of fog.

'I think that's best.' He gave your hand one last tight squeeze and let go, leaving a brief kiss against your temple. You watched the elegant sway of the black material as he made his way to Baghra's hut.

You ran back to the warmth of the indoors and requested a food tray be brought back to your chambers while you dealt with stationing new Grisha around the camps. It was tedious and boring but once you got this done, the rest of the day was yours to do whatever you wished. The library was calling your name, but so was the banya. You had spent so much time in the Little Palace covered in mounds of work you completely forgot to enjoy yourself.

As you signed the last station order, you leaned back into your chair with a sigh and sipped the rest of the kvas in your glass. It wasn't even dinner time yet but you found yourself stifling a yawn. Your mind wandered to Aleksander for the umpteenth time that day. Why did he go to Baghra?

-------

His steps were loud as he descended the stairs into the main part of the hut. Baghra was still sitting in her chair from her previous talk with Y/N when she heard the door squeal open.

'Mother.' His voice echoed throughout the small building alongside the crackling of the fire.

'Have you come to ask about your Sun-Summoner? if so then the Witch has already beat you to it'

'Don't call her that, she's your Deputy now'

'I will call that brat whatever I please.'

'Baghra, I am warning you.' He didn't care for her petty games.

'Do you not see her for what she is Aleksander? She hasn't changed. You cannot go back from the atrocities she has committed.'

'Have you forgotten who I am, who we are?' He spat through his teeth.

'But you have a cause Aleksander, she craves power for the simple reason of it being addictive.'

Baghra had tried to reason with her son countless times about the girl. She pleaded with him when he'd first given himself to her, she's a monster, she will ruin you.

'I have shown you so much mercy Mother, am I not kind enough to you? Must you curse the woman I love?'

'Love is foolish my son and it never got you anywhere. She is trouble, let her go.'

'You would be an amazing court jester' He laughed and sat down beside her leaning in closer 'I am an arm's length away from finding the stag and when I do, the sun-summoner will be at our disposal and Ravka will be ours.'

'The stag is fictional. A myth. You are wasting your time.'

'If a Sun-Summoner walks amongst us, a magical stag isn't in the least a doubtful tale.'

'I'll believe it when I see it. Besides, your biggest worry right now is getting rid of the plague that haunts this Palace.'

'And what would that be, do enlighten me, mother.'

'The woman who came in here earlier bragging about sharing your bed.' Aleksander's heart leaped in his chest. She wasn't ashamed to admit it.

He leaned in closer to his mother, taking her worn hand into his.

'I suggest you find a way to get over your hatred for Y/N before it's too late. Nobody disrespects the Queen and gets away with it'

He got up and made his way to the door, ignoring the look of fury on his mother's face. He was too far away to hear her whisper;

'My boy, you will never get either of those things as long as I live.'

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Part 17

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[diavolosthots]

Could you make a fic about Barbatos meeting his mc's strict religious parents? Idk if he would use his time travel power or not. I don't even know if he's allowed by Lord Diavolo. But that up to what you think

Idc if Solomon is left for this series i am completely and utterly done with this just FYI for anyone who suggests it.

Also! I remember in the game they said diavolo forbids him from using his powers and i have my own theories on that

Warning: religion

Who Has the Time? (BARBATOS X GN!READER)

“I won’t be able to stay long, (Y/N), you know that. Nothing can or will go wrong in the short time that I will be there.” And even that didn’t calm your nerves. Barbatos was probably one of the most well behaved demons, actually people in general, you will ever meet, but it still doesn’t change the fact that he is a demon. Diavolo didn’t even allow him to see into the future because “It will be fun, Barbatos! Just be yourself! And be back for dinner, please…” How is this fun, Diavolo, huh?! You were freaking out and what’s the point of having a time travelling demon boyfriend when he can’t even see into the future so you could prepare yourself for any possible outcomes?! If you weren’t sure Barbatos would fight you for this, you would’ve fought Diavolo right then and there. “That doesn’t give me peace of mind, Barbatos.” He only chuckled. Seriously, what could go wrong? What has he ever done that even remotely resembled bad manners? 

“They’ll like me, (Y/N). If they won’t, I’ll simply never see them again.” Seriously he wouldn’t see an issue with it, either. Like, he’s dating you and not them and if they have an issue with him, well, that’s their problem. Barbatos is a very simple man and he doesn’t like to overcomplicate things, so he just doesn't. “I know… I just want everyone to get along. At least we’re meeting in a public place and we can leave whenever we want.” Truthfully, you hated dealing with your parents on most days and you hid most of your relationships from them because they were always so strict and “oh they aren’t God-like, (Y/N). You deserve better.” After hearing that for every person that you introduced to them, you just kind of gave up and dated quietly, understandably so. 

“Is that them?” You decided to meet at a bar, weirdly enough. Your parents don’t drink a lot but they like the snacks they lay out so you figured this would be a nice ice breaker. Minimal amounts of alcohol and tasty snacks, why not? “Yes. That’s them.” they’re standing outside the bar, waving at you and you managed to smile and wave back, clutching Barbatos’ arm, which he offered so kindly, a little tighter, “okay… here goes nothing.” He’s smiling, as always. He’s also dressed as always, which you had advised him not to but he refused to change for your parents when he was just going back to the castle to work later on anyway, “Good evening Mr. and Mrs. (L/N). It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Barbatos beat you to the greeting and you silently cursed him for it but managed to smile too, “hey guys…. How are you? Do you wanna head inside?” The quicker you got inside, the quicker you could get this over with. 

Both your mom and dad eyed him suspiciously. “Is there a reason you’re dressed like count Dracula?” Barbatos, bless his soul, was still smiling even at your dad’s somewhat insulting words, “Yes, as a matter of fact there is. My job requires it.” Your mom nodded, glancing at you and then shaking her head, “well, at least you have a job. That stands for something. Come on.” She led the way inside and your dad was about to get the door when Barbatos reached for it, “allow me, sir.” but instead of being impressed by Barbatos’ offer, your dad almost took offense to it. “Dad. Let’s go.” Thankfully you can tell by his body language that he was about to say something and Barbatos really didn’t deserve that so you just pushed everyone inside and joined your mother who had already found herself a seat at the bar. “So… tell me uhm… I don’t think I caught your name.” “Barbatos.” Your mother narrowed her eyes and so did you like dude, you couldn’t have come up with something else for the time being like Bob or something like that?

“Well… Barbatos…” the way she said it was almost venomous and you really hated her for that, “what is it that you do?” You held your hand up for the waiter because you needed a drink before any of this actually went down and I’m sure Barbatos would appreciate one too, “shots for everyone, please.” “oh no, I’ll just have a beer.” Leave it to your dad to kill your fun. He needs that shot, you know he does. “Well, I’m a sort of… nanny, if you will.” You laughed a little because yes, yes he is. Diavolo is a giant man child and Barbatos is the paid parent he never signed up to be; thus, Barbatos is a nanny. Perfect. “A nanny? Son, don’t you think you should have a more manly job? You don’t look weak or chronically ill or anything.” Barbatos is still smiling and you seriously wondered how, “please refrain from calling me ‘son’, sir. I’m not your son, nor am I a child, and it makes me rather uncomfortable.” 

Your mom looked at you and shrugged softly, leaning in to whisper to you, “at least he can stand his ground and isn’t like some of the other wimps you brought home.” You glared back at her like, did she have to remind you of your past mistakes? Your dad nodded, surprisingly, “Well? Won’t you answer my question?” “I fear your question is embedded in some old school tradition I simply wish to take no part of. I am, in the simplest of terms, a nanny, a housekeeper, a cook, and a host on certain days and I assure you that there’s more to my job than meets the eye and is sure to measure my strength; however, I doubt you are simply concerned with my occupation and rather that there is something else. So tell me, Mr. (L/N), what is it that you actually mean to say?” Both you and your dad stared wide eyed at Barbatos because not only did he just call your dad out, he did so passive aggressively, and now he’s even downing his shot as if nothing ever happened?!

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Yes you do.” Was Barbatos using his powers? No… you doubted it. He’s probably just that good. “Fine. you are the man in this relationship and thus, you should be taking care of my (Y/N) financially and physically. You can’t do that by nannying little kids, which is supposed to be their future job.” “Says who?” Wow Barbatos really isn’t holding back here, “says the Lord.” Barbatos actually laughed for once before shrugging softly, “My Lord has said no such thing.” He’s being vague enough so that your parents don’t know what he’s talking about, or more so, whom he is referring to. “As a matter of fact, the Lord that I look up to encourages everyone to do as they please as long as no harm is done.” Well… somewhat correct, but yes Barbatos, go get them. You couldn’t help but smile at him because even though Barbatos is talking about Diavolo right now, this could also apply to their God. “Elaborate.” 

And Barbatos did elaborate, and to your surprise, your dad and mom actually listened. Not once did Barbatos mention their or his actual faith but what he spoke of was interesting and entertaining and it was close enough to their version of the truth that they didn’t mind. “Very well… It seems you know the Lord very well.” You snorted. You didn’t doubt Barbatos met God at some point but you did doubt that it was in recent history. Whatever Barbatos had sold them though, they seemed to like and they actually ended up congratulating you on finding such a nice man.

“He still looks like Dracula, though, (Y/N).” 

[boiled-dennis]

i am enjoying seeing people speak critically about the show.. discussion of this sort should be more welcome. (this is a long post)

one thing i really don't like is how rcg use words like "psychopath" or "sociopath" to explain the characters' bigoted behaviour. aside from the obvious sanism (which i'll get to), it just oversimplifies everything. it implies that bigotry isn't learned/taught, or that you have to be a Certain Way in order to be capable of bigoted thoughts and actions. anyone can have dehumanising beliefs about other kinds of people. "nice" or "polite" people can be pieces of shit too. bigotry is often not loud or physically violent.

for them to continuously use the terms psychopath and sociopath, it just furthers the incredibly dangerous idea that people who get those labels attributed to us (those of us with ASPD) have some kind of inherent "evil". to use it as an explanation for bigoted beliefs also means you're calling a whole group of extremely misunderstood and demonised mentally ill people Racist, transphobic, homophobic, ableist, sexist, violent people.

with this logic, you are basically removing any accountability. if you're saying "they're psychopaths, they're bound to be shitty about that because they don't care about anyone", then you are actively erasing the responsibility any person has to recognising their own damaging, bigoted behaviour and making changes.

something i'd like to make clear is that a lack of caring (apathy) is neutral.. it is also a symptom that cannot be controlled and can often cause distress to the person experiencing it. you cannot, in good faith, apply some moral status to that. however.... actively hating people for who they are, and saying or doing bigoted things is a conscious choice, no matter how familiar a person is with behaving that way.

if people want to try to be The Most Socially Aware Person about this topic, then they need to recognise that the concepts of psychopathy and sociopathy have no validity and exist only for racist and sanist reasons. people love being conscious of other forms of bigotry in the name of "progressivism", but still cling so strongly to the idea of psychiatry being reliable and untainted by oppressive systems.

all of this also applies to when rcg or other people describe the characters as narcissists. all that does is demonise highly stigmatised and misunderstood mentally ill people, and attribute bigotry to mental illness. people with narcissistic personality disorder are not more likely to be abusive. i'm sure you've heard by now, but mentally ill people are way more likely to be abused, than be abusers. this is even truer for people with personality disorders.

people often claim that it won't hurt "real" psychopaths or sociopaths if those labels/collections of traits are used as an insult, because we "don't feel anything anyway", but believe me it actively puts us in danger when you continuously make these false connections between us and everything wrong with the world. (also it is literally impossible for any human to not feel emotions at all. those of us with ASPD may feel muted emotions, and this symptom often causes distress- we certainly do not enjoy it)

people might say "it's not that deep", but i'd say it only seems that way to them because they're not the one who gets affected by it. generally this issue just reeks of liberalism, ironically they tend to be the ones who are "apathetic" to other peoples problems, just because it doesn't affect them.

if we're going to pretend that the show and rcg's intentions are motivated purely by #activism then you gotta be even more critical of it. i actually love the show (and in many ways it is one of my favourite pieces of media), but i also hate or disagree with a lot of what is in it and intentions that were put into it.. i don't think i could ever Not critically view a piece of media that i love. personally i think it also cheapens any complex commentary or characterisation they're trying to make, if they keep summarising it as "the show about narcissistic psychopaths".

at the end of the day, rcg are generally not in positions where they have to really think about how marginalised people live and what affects us. to quote mac, they are straight, white, cis males. privilege is a genuine barrier.

this article talks about the subject in a simple, straightforward way (just a warning, it covers heavy topics and has mentions of uncensored ableist slurs)

[findingjoynweirdstuff]

Dream SMP Recap (February 9/2021) - New Lands, Sapnap’s Visit

It wouldn’t be the Dream SMP without emotional whiplash, now would it?

As tensions between Puffy and Ponk have escalated, Karl takes Sapnap and George with him on a journey to a new land to live in, starting a brand new country to house his library. 

What was at first a fun time building the library quickly turned serious, as Sapnap decided that now was the time to pay Dream a visit.

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VOD LINKS:

Ponk

Tubbo

Jack Manifold

Ranboo

Captain Puffy

Foolish Gamers

Karl Jacobs

Sapnap

Badboyhalo

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- Ponk is angry at Puffy’s arson from yesterday. He asks Niki for advice on what to do. She says she would burn a house down in revenge.

- He also speaks with Foolish.

- Ponk destroy’s Puffy’s mushroom house, leaving her homeless again.

- Ponk also gets a tour from Warden Sam of the prison. Not to visit, just to be shown the mechanics. 

- He tries to run up the guards’ spiral staircase but when Sam attacks him, he backs down. Sam is irritated at this.

- Ponk and Sam have an argument about tridents.

- Later, Sam tells Ponk that every friendship goes through fights occasionally, and he forgives Ponk. 

- Ponk continues on his Valentines’ Day plans.

- Ranboo accidentally kills Jjjjjjjjeffrey with sweeping edge. Mr. Krabs adds insult to injury.

- Tubbo does an abstract bit.

- Ranboo kills several more pets. He is not having a good day.

- Puffy finds out about the destruction. She’s upset.

- Realistically, she should get retaliation, but she doesn’t know if she should even bother.

- Foolish comes over to where her house used to be, and Puffy says she knows about Foolish’s involvement earlier. She thanks her son for trying to save her house.

Foolish says he was too late, but Puffy replies that it only mattered that he tried.

- Karl comes online with plans to move his library. Sapnap arrives as well and Karl tells him that he has nothing to his name on the server except the library. 

The llamas in Party Park have begun to unionize, and though cleaning up L’manhole would be the responsible thing to do, they are definitely not going to do that.

- George comes online as Karl dismantles the library.

- They start walking down the path to look for an area to build their new country.

Sapnap: “We lost our best friend recently. He’s in prison.”

Sapnap also notices that the Community House has been rebuilt, but...it’s not the same.

- George performs a special ceremony at Spawn.

- They set off, heading out past Spawn in that direction.

- Sapnap gets concerned that they’re heading out so far. He doesn’t want to get too far from the prison.

- They make it to the flower forest biome past Alyssa’s Barn.

- Karl decides on a nice little cliffside to build the library in. He sets down a rule for the other two: a flower that is picked up must be placed down again.

- Sapnap is the protector, as resident tough guy.

- Captain Puffy visits the Temple of Undying to admire Foolish’s building. Foolish helps cheer her up.

- Sapnap reveals that he’s brought Beckerson and Mars with him. They can be the country’s most prized possessions. The oldest pets on the server.

- They plant and grow the first red-spotted mushroom. Karl deems it sacred and unbreakable.

- They repurpose Alyssa’s Barn for mushroom growing.

- They shelter from the rain under the sacred mushroom.

- They start building. 

- Bad magics his way over to help with the building. Karl explains that the mushroom is sacred. Bad compares their country to a fungal growth.

- As they’re building, Karl tells Bad that in a perfect world, everyone on the SMP would join this country. There’s no duel citizenship. Everyone can join (barring Skeppy)

Bad is appreciative of the invitation.

- They continue building. Foolish arrives to assist!

- A pillager raid comes through and Sapnap kills them. As he does so, a white horse wanders by. Sapnap declares it their special horse. It can be their Horsecretary.

- The building continues!

- Dream joins VC and viewer wars break out between Sapnap and Foolish as Dream encourages everyone to try and get their viewer counts to be equal.

- Foolish heads back to his beautiful, stunning, gorgeous summer house to show on his stream.

- Sapnap gets a bright idea to go to the prison and visit Dream.

- Sam joins the call and Sapnap tells him he’s trying to get through the prison portal. 

- Sam asks if Sapnap actually wants to visit Dream, and Sapnap says yes...

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--- SAPNAP’S PRISON VISIT --- 

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- Sapnap tries to get into the prison and asks Awesam to let him visit Dream. 

- Awesam agrees. Sapnap isn’t sure if he was ready, or if this is the optimal time, but he ends up going through.

- Sam asks the questions.

This is Sapnap’s first time visiting.

His residence is in a new place that he and Karl are creating.

He believes Dream is deserving of being locked up. 

Sapnap: “We used to be best friends...”

Sam: “’Used to be?’”

Sapnap: “Yeah, I dunno...where we stand anymore, it’s kinda...yeah.”

Sam: “What does that mean?”

Sapnap: “Well, I dunno...I don’t know if he’s the same anymore. I don’t know if he’s the Dream -- my Dream anymore. My best friend.”

- Sapnap reviews the waivers

- They start making their way through the prison. Sapnap is nervous.

- Sapnap signs the other two waivers.

- They reach the lava wall.

Sam: “Good luck getting him to talk.”

Sapnap: “What do you mean? ...Is he not talkative”

Sam: “Something like that.”

- Dream’s cell walls are spotted in crying obsidian.

Sam: “And Sapnap?”

Sapnap: “Yeah?”

Sam: “I hope that you’re the one.”

- Sapnap enters the cell.

“...Hello? Dream? ....You okay?”

- Dream is silent, holding the clock. He hands Sapnap a book that says: “I am not talking.”

- His clock is now labelled “DO NOT BURN”

Dream: “you took so long.”

Sapnap: “You hurt a lot of people, but...you hurt specifically me...took me a little bit to decide to come and see you...”

Sapnap: “You’re better than this.”

- Dream looks at his clock, turning away from Sapnap.

Sapnap: “Once upon a time, we were best friends. If you’re gonna talk to anyone, you can talk to me.”

- Dream turns back to Sapnap, now holding the clock in his offhand while he writes in the book.

Dream: “im on strike”

- Sapnap asks what for, then if Dream is okay.

- Sapnap asks why the cell looks so run-down, with the crying obsidian dripping everywhere.

“it was a security measure.” [The crying obsidian]

“ill get out one day.”

- Sapnap insists that Dream has to stay locked up. 

Sapnap: “I love you man, but you gotta stay here...this is where you belong for now.”

- Dream hands him the book.

“i spend days i broke the lectern i was making a portal and he did this.”

- Sapnap says that he can’t try and escape. He misses Dream, Sapnap says that they can be friends, that he can come and visit, that George can come and visit, but he has to stay here. 

“Please don’t try and escape.”

- Dream runs over and throws the clock in the lava. Sapnap is worried that he’ll make Awesam mad and make things worse for himself.

“eventually.”

“eventually.”

“eventually.”

“eventually.”

- Sapnap repeatedly tells him no.

Sapnap: “If you try and break out early...you know, you only have one life left, okay? And...I don’t think it’s gonna be Tommy. It’s not gonna be Techno, Dream...If you break out of this prison, it’s gonna be me who takes your final life. And it’s not because I have any resentment towards you or anything --”

Dream moves towards the lava but stops.

“-- But it’s because this is where you need to be, Dream.”

Dream’s head turns towards Sapnap and he takes another step towards the lava.

“You have to stay here, okay? We can still be friends, I can come and visit you, but you need to stay here.”

Dream moves back to the back of the cell.

“can you pass a message”

“he stopped visiting”

- Sapnap asks who

“ranboo”

- Sapnap asks what message

“:)”

- Sapnap says he’ll pass along the message.

“thank you”

- Sapnap asks if, if he passes along the message, Dream will behave. If he’ll stop acting up and throwing his clocks away.

Dream finally speaks, though it’s barely a whisper.

"Yes.”

- Sapnap says he’ll visit Dream more, and asks if he wants George to visit as well. Dream hands him the book again.

“yes and tell the warden i need a new clock”

- Dream signs the book.

“thank you for visiting me” is the final message.

- Sapnap says he’s ready to leave. Sam tells him to stand in the water.

Sapnap and Dream stand in the water together and they die by the potion together.

- Sapnap tells Sam that he spoke, and that he said he’d be better. That he needs a new clock. Sam is exasperated.

- Sapnap asks how long it’s been since he spoke to someone else. Sam says it’s been quite a while.

- When’s the last time he saw someone?

- The last person to visit him was Ranboo.

- Sam asks if he told Sapnap anything else. Sapnap says no.

- Sam kills Sapnap with Warden’s Will, sending him to Spawn.

- Sapnap comes back to the prison. Sam lets him through the portal.

- Sam explains that he just thought it was strange that Dream would talk to Sapnap, and had to “make sure.” Sapnap says it’s fine and leaves the prison with his things.

- Ranboo joined the game.

- Sapnap whispers to Ranboo that he wants to talk. They meet at the Community House.

Sapnap tells him about the prison visit, saying that Dream doesn’t seem the same. He doesn’t even talk now. He tells Ranboo that he was told that Ranboo was the last person to visit. He asks if Ranboo remembers anything about his visit, anything off.

Ranboo, of course, doesn’t remember much.

- Sapnap gives Ranboo the message: 

:)

- Ranboo freezes and goes silent, then runs away into the Nether. Sapnap is confused.

- Just as Sapnap is ending stream, Ranboo sends a message in game chat written in Enderman.

Doomed are those who try to run, for it always catches up eventually :)

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Upcoming events remain the same.

Bad also mentioned that he has an upcoming lore stream that he’s scheduling, though it involves a particular person whose schedule makes them difficult to get a hold of for it.

[random-french-girl]

Okey so I don't know the name of the friendship thing you do, maybe BroTP game or whatever that's called.

Also I don't know the rules (sorry, I'm not American and English is not my native language) But I loved Scylla x Tally one so can I ask for Scylla and Abigail one? Like they act like they hate each other but we all know that's the first step of them being best friends.

Anyways, thanks in advance. And please excuse my poor English.

Thank you, dear Anon! And please, never apologize for your English! I'm not a native speaker either :)

What in-jokes do they have with each other?

I don’t think they have in-jokes, unless you count “playfully insulting each other every chance we get to show our affection”. 

Are they the “I’ll pay this time if you pay next time”-type friends, or the “I’ll pay for my food and you’ll pay for yours”-type friends?

Ordinarily, Scylla wouldn't care, but Abigail activates her ego and her stubbornness Big Time, so she always insists on paying, or sharing the bill. Abigail's just like: "Don't be ridiculous." They argue for a while, Abigail usually ends up winning this particular fight, Scylla is very grumpy about it.

Who’s more prone to pranking, or otherwise messing with, the other?

Pranks, neither. Messing with each other? Both of them. Constantly.

How do they text/message each other? Proper punctuation and capital letters, egregious overuse of emojis, mostly in meme format…?

Not applicable! But I know, in my heart, that if she could Scylla would use only emojis, just to annoy Abigail. And it would work.

Do they exchange jokey birthday presents, or deeply thought-out and meaningful presents? Or both?

Only jokey, vaguely insulting gifts for a while (Abigail buys Scylla a book that’s called “Ethics for Dummies” or something. Scylla gives her a list of all accredited therapists in the area with a note that just says “first one’s on me <3″.) But then eventually they start giving each other real presents - very little things, but it’s nice. Abigail give Scylla a tiny succulent. Scylla gives her a box of fancy chocolates. They’re never going to be effusive in their gift-giving, but they Know each other enough to understand these small gestures mean a lot. 

They go on a road trip together. Who drives, who picks the music, who’s in charge of snacks?

They are insufferable on a road trip together. They can't agree on anything: not the directions, not who should drive, or when to stop, or what music to play, or the snacks. It’s either five hours of Tense Angry Silence, or five hours of Constant Bickering. They only behave if Raelle’s is the car with them. 

What do they think of each other’s family?

Oof, loaded question. Abigail has trouble, still, respecting Dodgers (but she’s getting there). Scylla still feels resentful of the Bellweather name (but she trusts Abigail, and respects Petra a bit more than she used to, and she’s also getting there). They’ve spent their childhood being told to despise everything about each other’s family, so it’s. Complicated. 

Do they have any nicknames for each other?

DO THEY EVER. The funniest thing is it starts as “necro” (derogatory) but now it’s “necro” (affectionate), and they won’t admit it, but everyone knows.

Who’d be the first to try and patch things up if they had a fight?

The real answer is: neither. Raelle and Tally stage an intervention and force them both to apologize and move on.

One of their phones goes off in the middle of the night. Who’s calling whom, and why?

Not really applicable.

What’s their favourite funny story about something that happened to the two of them?

They love the fact that they tried to kill each other that one time. It’s funny in retrospect, they promise.

Would they do a joint cosplay? If so, who would they dress up as?

NOPE.

Do they have any TV shows that they watch together? Are there any shows they have wildly different opinions on?

Not really. 

Which one is the “fight me” friend and which one is the one who tries to keep the peace and prevent their friend from punching a total stranger?

Abigail is the “fight me” friend, and Scylla has to be the voice of reason, a role she is NOT used to. Also they’re the kind of friends who’re like... if somebody else insults the other, or starts a fight, they’ll lose it. “Only I get to be mean to her!”

One of them comes up with an ill-advised but mostly harmless idea. Does the other one egg them on because they think it’ll be funny, or try and talk them out of it?

Scylla has terrible ideas, historically. Abigail would never try to talk her out of it, because where’s the fun in that?

Who would win if they arm-wrestled?

LOL Abigail, without a doubt.

Who’s better at what type of video games, and how competitive are they when they play together?

Abigail is very competitive. Scylla pretends she’s not, but she actually is. They both suck at video games cause they never played much, unfortunately.

One of them ends up in hospital for something serious but not life-threatening. What does the other bring along when they visit in order to cheer them up?

Abigail... brings Raelle to Scylla’s hospital room. Gives Scylla a little nod, that manages to convey “I know you need her more than anything else” and “I’m glad you’re okay”. And then promptly gets out.

How huggy are they?

Oh, not huggy at all. Except that one time they almost die, and Scylla just impulsively grabs Abigail, and hugs her, very tight, and Abigail is frozen for half a second before she reciprocates the hug, gingerly. They don’t move for a while. They never talk about it afterwards,  

What was the moment when they first realized that they’d become friends?

IT HAS NOT HAPPENED YET BUT SEASON 3 I’M COUNTING ON YOU.

[noticemedeku]

honestly same here though, i have really bad anxiety and no social life so i barely know how to be among others but also idk how tf to behave properly bc anxiety fucks me up real good, i be acting like im stressed or something lol, because it makes me feel so dizzy like im gonna faint, but yea you got a point about it being superficial. but could also always tell em we could get to know each other or sommet first. but also literally me because nobody ever shows me any kind of attention like that, i be like flip floppen: *casually giving said person a throwaway email account bc i dont own a phone anymore* lmaoo

me 🤝 anon. we r the same </3 i wish mental illness will detonate someday 🫶🏽

BUT NAWT THE FAKE CONTACT INFO. i literally think about doing that but id hate for them to be waiting and receive nothing back pls. but anxiety makes people go to great lengths so its not necessarily your fault you just want to find some nice way to leave the situation without saying no or “coming off as rude” even tho saying no and leaving is literally not rude at all but it appears that way because everybody hates rejection

cuz one time i said no and they made an insult. i could only imagine like if person A was walking down the street and was approached and said no to person B and B got physical. but had person A given a false contact would they leave the situation unharmed? idk just thought

[digitalstowaway]

Yes to the mia & miles AU sick fic pLease 🥺

This was longer than I thought it was going to be I'm Sorry. here's the og post that this fic is about. Sometimes...... Diego cares about Miles enough to not let him die. Sorry if you're emetophobic!!

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Diego didn’t hate Miles. Hate was a strong word, his mother always told him. And once Diego realized that Miles was an awkward, tired kid who had probably been abused for over ten years, he couldn’t bring himself to actually hate him. He felt bad for him. He could understand why Mia was falling for him more and more, taking extra steps to make sure he was safe and just okay.

And when Miles was dreadfully ill, Diego supposed that it wouldn’t hurt to go so far as to show him a little kindness.

He knocked on the bathroom door. “Kid, can I come in?”

“Yes.”

Diego had been the one to volunteer to follow Miles to the bathroom after the poor kid took off from the kitchen, the salad Lana made him half-eaten. He had looked over the plate and asked Lana if she had put pine nuts in it. And then asked, with a grimace, if she knew that Miles was allergic to pine nuts.

She had stood there, frozen and spluttering, and while Mia comforted her, telling her she couldn’t have known, Diego rushed after Miles to check to see if his windpipe had closed up yet.

But Miles was just over the toilet, heaving and sweating. His neck was blotchy with painful-looking hives that spread up towards his face.

“Your won’t stop breathing on us, will you?” Diego asked.

Miles shook his head.

It was a rare occasion that Diego actually wanted to help the kid. He couldn’t imagine the pain he was in nor the embarrassment he felt while being sick in Lana’s home.

He helped Miles out of his jacket and then his waistcoat and tie. For some reason, Miles allowed it. Maybe the kid was feeling so poorly that he was glad that someone was around to undress him. Maybe he knew he was in for a long battle and didn’t have the energy to put up any arguments with Diego.

“Is this all that’s going to happen?” Diego asked. “Because if we need to take you to a hospital, we should know now.”

“I’ll be fine. I can go home in a moment—”

“I don’t think that’s such a great idea. Lana probably won’t let you leave.” Diego undid the top buttons of Miles’ shirt, revealing that the hives were spread across his chest. “She has to finish you off. Poisoning you wasn’t enough to get the job done.”

“It’s not funny!” Lana’s voice from the other side of the door cried.

“Is she out there?” Miles asked, curling over the toilet again.

“Seems so.”

Diego had only met Lana a handful of times, but it was enough to know that she adored Miles. She coddled him, making him meals and defending him against Diego’s jabs. It was obnoxious to see Miles peek behind her back and smile as she told Diego to find someone “his own size” to pick on.

But Diego had to admit that Lana was good for him. For as many times as she scolded Diego, she reminded Miles to be mannerly and polite. And he was slowly behaving better when she wasn’t around. He didn’t have so many snarky comments or dirty glares to toss around. They were replaced with quiet “please” and “thank yous.”

He was physically changing as well. His hollow cheeks were filling out. He wasn’t so pale and distant-looking all the time, showing that Lana’s meals were letting him catch up from whatever neglect his body had been through.

There was another knock on the door. Miles wrapped an arm around his stomach, moaning.

“Miles?” Lana cracked open the door just wide enough to poke her head through. “I’ll let you get back to your privacy in a second, but take the spare bed when you’re feeling better, okay? You can stay here for the night.”

Miles responded with a whimper. Diego nodded on his behalf.

“I’ll make sure he gets there.”

Lana’s head disappeared. Her arm followed with a small stack of towels she laid on the sink.

“Miles?” she said, her face reappearing. “I’m sorry.”

“There’s no need to be,” Miles choked out.

“I should have known you were allergic to pine nuts.”

“There was no way for you to have known.” His face scrunched up. He bared his teeth. “Get out. Please.”

“Let me know if you need anything. I’m really sorry!”

Miles retched. The door closed.

Diego didn’t know what to do. Miles looked to be in pain, his body spasming and tensing up. Anything Diego could think about giving him—antihistamines, tea—would surely be brought back up in a matter of seconds.

Diego looked away from the yellow bile Miles spit up and turned to the towels Lana had laid out. There was an impressive variety. A few small clothes and various sizes of hand towels. Diego grabbed a smaller washcloth and wet it in cold water.

Miles shook on the floor. He whimpered again. It was odd to see the kid so vulnerable.

“When I said get out,” he said through labored breaths, “I meant you, too.”

“Too bad, brat. You’re stuck with me. I know you probably really want to be alone right now, and I can’t blame you, but I think someone should stay here. So it’s either me, Lana, or Mia. And Mia is a sympathy puker.”

“And Lana would probably cry.”

“I’ll make you a deal. I’ll sit here in silence if you let me make sure you’re not going to keel over.”

Miles was retching again, and Diego felt terrible as he saw tears begin to collect with the sweat on his face. Miles sounded like he was choking, fighting against what his body wished to do.

“Just bring it up,” Diego said.

He laid the cloth on the back of Miles’ neck and then moved it to his forehead. Miles jerked. A little more yellow bile came up. And he fell against Diego’s chest, face worryingly pale where the hives hadn’t taken hold.

“Miles?”

Diego grabbed his shoulder, making sure he didn’t slide head-first into porcelain. He pressed the cloth to Miles’ cheek. And for once, Miles actually looked like the kid he was. He looked small and fragile, and Diego worried that he would break if he held him too tight.

“Why are you being kind to me?” Miles asked.

“Because if I leave you to die on this bathroom floor, Mia will be upset with me.”

“I won’t die.”

“I don’t know. You look halfway there.” Diego ran the cloth to Miles’ neck. “Has this happened before?”

“Obviously. Otherwise, I wouldn’t know I’m allergic.”

“I mean recently.”

Miles sighed. He pushed himself up and dropped his head over the toilet again. Diego steadied him.

“Not since I was a teenager,” he said.

“Oh, yeah, because that was so long ago.”

“A young teenager.”

Diego tried imagining Miles even younger than he was. He had trouble taking a few inches off his height (and Miles was already not that tall) and a little sharpness from his jaw. And where was Miles? With his mentor/adoptive father—or whatever fucked up relationship they had.

He had imagined, judging from the pictures Diego saw when he was being nosy, that Manfred von Karma lived in a gothic mansion with stone walls and long corridors lined with candles. He couldn’t imagine anyone there with anymore fondness for Miles than Diego had for him. No Lanas or Mias.

Miles cried out, his hand grabbing a fistful of his shirt. Diego didn’t say anything but laid his hand on his back.

—

It was hours later, after alternating between dozing and retching, when Miles was ready to pull himself off the bathroom floor. Diego hovered and when Miles’ face turned a dramatic shade of white, he quickly threw Miles over his shoulder.

“Put me down!”

There were weak punches at his back. Diego ignored them as he carried Miles to the guest room.

“This is indecent!”

“Calm down. You wouldn’t have made it here by yourself.”

Diego threw him on the bed. He pulled Miles’ collar open, looking at his chest. The blotchiness had died down. It didn’t look so intense. The angry welts were gone, replaced with a splotchy rash that looked like clouds.

Miles didn’t put up any more of a fight. He crawled to the top of the bed and laid down. His brow was still furrowed in pain—or maybe only discomfort at that point. He closed his eyes, curling into himself.

“Want me to tuck you in?” Diego asked.

“Please don’t touch me.”

“I think I’ve touched you enough today to last us the rest of our lives.”

Diego’s shirt was wet from the cold towels he laid on Miles and the sweat the boy had rubbed onto him whenever he swooned. He felt a touch gross, but he could only imagine how much worse Miles felt. Diego hoped for his sake that he would be well enough to drive himself home by the morning to shower and change into fresh clothes he could relax in.

Miles fell asleep within minutes. His face finally relaxed. His body was no longer so tense. And Diego was able to collapse into the stuffed chair in the corner of the room. He liked the kid the best when he was quiet.

And resting.

Maybe Diego had earned himself immunity from biting insults. Or at least a break.

Lana poked her head inside the room. “I heard you two moving around,” she whispered. “Is he sleeping?”

Diego nodded. “I think he’s over it.”

“Good.” She stepped into the room. She carried a glass of water. “I can look after him tonight if you and Mia want to head home.”

Home sounded nice no matter if it was his or Mia’s apartment they ended up crashing at that night. But he was still worried about leaving the kid.

Lana sat at Miles’ side. She brushed his hair back from his face and stroked his brow, gently calling his name. He woke slowly, his swollen eyes not wanting to open.

“You need to drink a little water. Sit up for me.”

He did so the best as he could. Diego was shocked to see him allow Lana to support his head and help him hold the glass to his lips. He fell right back asleep with Lana pulling a quilt over him.

“How do you do that?” Diego asked.

“Hmm?”

“Get him to act like that.”

“It’s all about getting him to trust you.” Lana stroked his hair one last time. “Go home. I’ll make sure he’s alright. This is my fault, anyway.”

Diego stood and stretched. “Don’t beat yourself up over it. If he had any self-preservation skills, he would have told the person who cooks for him every week that he’s seriously allergic to pine nuts.”

Lana smiled. “Maybe.”

Diego left the room and found Mia waiting for him, ready to leave. She asked how Miles was and offered to drive them back to her apartment for drinks. She was sure that he needed it after being locked in a room with Miles. How they both came out alive was beyond her, she said.

Diego touched the wet patch on his shirt where Miles’ head repeatedly fell onto his chest and said nothing.

[nov5aftermath]

Oh don't get me wrong most fandom is great! Most of the Scream fandom is pretty okay and they make really good art and fanfiction and even though I don't read x Reader stuff since most of it doesn't have amab gay men with Stu or Randy or Dewey, plus I'm just not a big self inserter in the first place, I know those blogs work hard on their stuff and they seem like nice people. It's really only the stuilly's who show their asses whenever someone implies that their fave white serial killer who is is actively participating in the type of misogyny and sexual violence very reminiscent of straight men isn't gay. And what hurts me the most and is worse? A lot of then are like 'aaaww exactly that's totally the rage and anger of a closeted cis homosexual in the 90s 🥺.' Like no, it isn't, I would know, Ive lived that anger and suppression. Even in a small town it isnt (im southerner hence gay cowboy emotie). The rage cis gay men feel is very different from what Billy feels and 99% of the time is targeted towards other men and not women like fandom very weirdly wishes it was and finds alarmingly relatable (they conveniently forget most gay serial killers targeted other men). No gay experience is universal sure, and some few gay men might be like that, but to imply it "makes sense" just cuz you want to project and fetishize maleness and mlm romance and 'deep' tragic gay love stories is so insulting and non-progressive and what we've actively fought against.

So uh yeeah you can put this in the tags for everyone to see, you guys can like or love him or whatever snd thats fine, but I'll never see Billy Loomis as anything but the str8 psychopath he is and Im glad Sidney drop kicked his ass. He'll never be gay rep to me And I'll continue to thirst over Stu instead, who killed people because he was a gay/bi boy who was already mentally ill and in love with his trash friend and would've killed anyway regardless, and not because he's Billy's idiot lapdog who'd uwu do anything for love like everyone thinks. (Plus even his actor thinks he's gay and the writer for Scream says he could be too, which is nice to see support for that theory).

Oh and Dewey because christmas that mustache 🥵

Sorry not sorry for the rage. The Scream fandom is just awful sometimes to gay men and stereotypes regarding us.

🤠

/End anti-Billy, pro-Stu Rant

def feel you on the x reader stuff, my best friend was so shocked when i told her i don't read x reader fics but like none of them have male reader characters?

also yesss exactly gay rage is a thing and it can even be directed against women sometimes but it behaves so differently to straight man rage and the equivalence is fucking stupid

honestly i don't really thirst over any of these characters, they're not my type lol (absolute hatecrime against me personally that dewey was described as "hunky" in the script notes and then they decided to cast yet another random twink), but you go right ahead! Stu is more like my best friend that's very misguided and probably gonna kill me but also... he's really fun at parties so....

i haven't fully delved into the fandom yet bc i don't want spoilers for the sequels, but i look forward to seeing the good, the bad and the ugly when i'm fully caught up

[yandere-daydreams]

Hi! I wanted to say that I really love your blog! And you post so regularly like xhxjaj soo I hope I am doing this correctly bUT -how fucked up would be clumsy, student darling with schoolnurse yandere? You know, they say that he's really soft, nice and perfect for his job, but is he? or maybe the darling never actually was clumsy, but then why is she falling down the stairs so often~? Have a good day and take care! ❤❤

One day, I’m going to get tired of writing for faceless OCs before never thinking about them again. That day is not today. Assume this is, like, a fancy, private boarding school, so our Yandere will be able to afford to keep a Darling.

TW: Unintentional Drug Use and Emotional Manipulation.

~

You’ve been getting headaches, recently.

It was a minor inconvenience, honestly, something you shouldn’t have been fazed by. There were people in the hospital with terminal diseases, others lost limbs to illnesses, and here you were, complaining about a steady drumming somewhere in your skull, the pain just barely enough to make you grit your teeth and consider avoiding bright lights. But, it was still pain, very consistent, very intense pain. The kind that made your thoughts blur together and your movements sluggish, your craving for a dark, silent room quickly becoming greater than any you held for food or water. Maybe if they only lasted for a few minutes, you’d be able to brush it off, but you’d been through this too many times to be that optimistic. You’d have to skip your next class. The rest of the day, probably.

You’d have to see him again.

There wasn’t anything wrong with the school nurse, or... Bailey, as he insisted you call him. He was young, sure, only having graduated a couple years before you enrolled, but he was polite, and more than willing to accept poorly-forged passes and half-hearted excuses for any vague, temporary sickness students came to him with. You didn’t have a reason to lie, the pale pink slip in your hand genuine and unwanted, but as you pushed open the old, wooden door to his clinic, you almost wished you had something worse. An open wound, one bad enough to need stitches, or a knee-buckling, excruciating pain that let your instructors send you back to your dorm without a second thought. Instead, you were left to shift your weight and read the brightly-colored, informational posters hanging on every available surface, Bailey not seeming to care for plain walls.

It took Bailey a few seconds to notice you, the man preoccupied with something on his desk. The clinic was a cramped space, with just enough room for a table, a handful of cots and curtains, and a rolling chair that must’ve used up most of Bailey’s funding. You cringed as you took in the florescent lights, and that seemed to catch Bailey’s attention, his chair creaking as he twisted around to see you. You nodded politely as he took in your hunched posture and disheveled uniform, only to finish his evaluation with a simple nod. “(Y/n),” He greeted, already reaching towards one of the cabinets above his desk. “There should be an open cot near the back, lie down. Migraines again?”

“I don’t really need to. It‘s just a headache,” You explained, but your protests were barely audible. By the time you hauled yourself past him, you were ready to collapse, all-but throwing yourself onto the thin, cheap mattress. Your head was pounding, by now, a rhythm forming between the aches and throbs and red-hot bolts being driven into your skull. You curled into yourself as soon as you were able to, your dignity discarded in favor of blocking out the light and wallowing in your own self-pity. “Just a really, really bad headache. I shouldn’t have--”

“You shouldn’t have left class?” He chuckled, lightly, finding the pill bottle he was looking for. The container was the non-descript type, plain and colorless, with just the prescription’s name and a tablet count in boring, black ink. Your family had sent it, after they were told about your ‘issue’, even if you never told them about your little medical problem directly. You didn’t care enough to pry, though, not when you were desperate enough to need them. “You’re the only patient I have who wants to be stuffed inside a lecture hall, and something’s actually wrong with you! If I didn’t know you were such an academic, I’d be insulted.”

“I don’t want my grades to drop.” It was a pathetic excuse at keeping up the conversation, but Bailey just hummed, standing slowly and making his way to your cot. He was still smiling as he handed over the two thick, circular pills you were looking for, and you swallowed them down without hesitation, barely noticing the chalky residue they left on your tongue. You fell back onto your side as the pain began to reside, replaced by a cool, crisp exhaustion, one you welcomed without hesitation.

That was usually where Bailey took his leave, laughing and making a comment about your dependence before returning to paperwork and leaving you to your misery, but you weren’t alarmed when he took a seat at your side instead, a palm coming to rest on your shoulder. You couldn’t be, not really. You were too relieved to worry. “Such a little busy-body,” He started, his demeanor soft, gentle. It was nice, and you melted into it quickly. “All this is probably caused by stress, y’know. The headaches would probably go away if you took a break every now and then.”

You shook your head, weakly, and Bailey took to combing through your hair, pushing it away from your face. “I‘m not stressed… I like being busy. I’m used to it.”

“You like burning yourself out.” There was a slight tug, just strong enough to make you whimper and fight the temptation to push him back. Another laugh, this one much less hidden than the last. “You’re going to a university after you graduate, aren’t you?” You nodded, opening your mouth to clarify, but he continued before you had the chance to speak. He didn’t seem very interested in the specifics of your response. “More stress, honey, that’s more stress. And I’m not going to be here to take care of you, anymore.”

You frowned. More stress meant more headaches, more of this. Bailey still sounded happy, but you couldn’t tell if he was smiling. You were too tired to open your eyes. “Will it hurt?”

“Of course it’ll hurt. As long as I’m not there, everything will hurt.” He pulled away, leaving you to lazily search for his warmth. Luckily, Bailey only left you to suffer for a moment. Just as you considered pushing yourself up, an arm wrapped around your torso, pulling you closer to him and letting you rest your head in his lap, where he was free to stare at and play with whatever he’d like, and you could burrow into something soft, ignoring the apprehension beginning to surface inside your chest. The world was fuzzy and quiet and warm, and nothing could go wrong, not if you were in the clinic. “You’re a good kid, but you won’t behave, you won’t stop being such a try-hard unless someone else gives you a chance to. You need to relax, and let me handle this for you. The world is cold, and it’s brutal. You don’t want to be on your own in that kind of chaos, do you?”

Your reply came in the form of a wordless, abstract whine, this time, something dark and loving slowly taking over your consciousness. You weren’t falling asleep. You didn’t want to sleep. You wanted to be held and comforted and cared for, as long as it meant you didn’t have to move. That felt like a death sentence, now. How’d you gotten here without breaking?

Bailey’s voice was so sweet, too, with all the delicate, practiced inflections and tones of someone who’d done this many times before. That of a caretaker looking for his next project.

“All you have to do is leave the hard work to me,” He assured, cupping your cheek. You couldn’t bring yourself to pull away. “It’d be a shame if something bad had to happen to my favorite patient.”

[mcheang]

Mlb fic idea: Imagine the final fight against Hawkmoth. Hm is defeated & tied up. Adrien or Chat angrily ranting about why he's doing this, Émilie wouldn't have wanted this etc. The usual. But then we get a subversion of the trope: Maybe Gabriel's response is to just laugh in their face and say: "Who do you think found these miraculous in the first place?" *Cue villain monologue revealing Émilie is worse" Or maybe HM manages to revive Émilie and they celebrate over the dying bodies of the heroes, the last thing a dying Adrien sees is his mother praising his father for good work & saying they'll make a more obedient son next time. Just something that makes it clear Adrien never knew his mother and devastates him, making Marinette, if she's still alive, someone else if not, go berserk on the cause of his devastation.

Evil Emilie

This is a very rough draft because I can’t think of a proper ending for this. It’s more of an explanation for Emilie and Gabriel’s behavior if Emilie was evil.

“How do you think mom would be ok with this?” Adrien asked with tears in his eyes.

Gabriel chuckled evilly. “Adrien, be honest, why do you think your mother allowed you to have only one friend who was not Felix, and it was that bratty Chloé?”

Adrien stammered, “She was overprotective and Chloé is the mayor and Style Queen’s daughter.”

Gabriel snorted. “Please. As if I would let Audrey continue dictating me! Use your brains, son. The only company we tolerated was a spoilt bully and your kleptomaniac cousin!”

Adrien:...but Chloé always behaved nicely in front of you 2. And all Felix and I did was switch around a few times. That’s nothing bad.

Gabriel: did you honestly think we didn’t know of Chloé’s bullying record at school? Better we keep you indoors than tarnish your reputation.

Adrien: but why let me hang out with them if you are so concerned for my reputation?

Gabriel shrugged. “Your mother always loved the wolf in sheep’s clothing tactic. You maintain an innocent facade to hide the wicked heart. We had hoped that Chloé and Felix might corrupt you, but as you said, they were nice to you, so you didn’t really learn much. And then your only other method of instruction was via Disney movies.”

Adrien exploded, “then why let me go to school and make more friends!”

Gabriel: there’s bad influences and then there’s ignorance. You were becoming too much of a sheep. If Emilie was returning to us, I didn’t want her to blame me for how you turned out. I had hoped being Chloe’s friends would alienate others. Such a shame that failed.

Adrien: but that doesn’t sound like my mother! She loved me. She was kind to me and never did anything wrong when I was around.

Gabriel: what mother doesn’t love her son? Emilie was always loving towards us, but she enjoyed causing chaos, relishing the chance to use Duusu’s magic, even at risk of her own health. (I am reminded of Cersei Lannister with regards to her love towards her children.)

Adrien: and your part in all this?

Gabriel: I was a fashion CEO, I wasn’t really interested in what your mother dabbled in, not until I realized the true cause of her illness.

Marinette: she grew addicted to the magic.

Gabriel: too much.

Marinette: ok, so maybe Emilie enjoyed causing mischief; but did you really think she would tolerate sacrificing her own son to live if she loved him so much?

Gabriel: of course not! But whoever said Adrien would be sacrificed? I do hold some affection for you, son, but Emilie is the only person with whom I hold the greatest love. The sacrifice has to be something I love just as much.

Adrien: well, if it isn’t me...Nathalie?

Gabriel: I’m insulted by the suggestion that I have been unfaithful to your mother. But no. Did you know before I met your mother, all I wanted to do was design and create art? I was cold and hostile to everybody. Why else would Audrey see potential in me and Emilie take an interest?

Marinette: so to save your wife, you would give up your love for fashion?

Gabriel: yes. Now that Emilie’s dead, I can’t even focus as much as I would like to on my designs. So I might as well give that up.

Marinette: ok...that’s not so bad if you aren’t going to sacrifice innocents, but you’re still going to jail!

[thecipherlegacy]

34 with Noshirr and Ari?

34: A pretend kiss.

So in case you were wondering, these two met through not great circumstances. Noshiirs ship had just been destroyed and he was being chased by bounty hunters. In an attempt to get away he hid amongst Ariannesses cargo. When he was found by her crewmate they immediately disliked him, assuming the worst of him, when in actuality he's just a sweet goof that needs a little help.

This one is a little silly but I enjoyed writing them pre-romance 💛

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Arianness was annoyed. No, beyond annoyed. They were being chased by bounty hunters and for what? Some no-name Zabrak that stowed away on her ship? Luckily she had Chasaadia on board, having one strong bounty hunter to fight by her side would make this easier. But was this idiot really worth the trouble? His charm could only take him so far with the captain before she punched him. Oh and she was definitely ready to do that after all the trouble he's caused.

“Hey! Red!” She called as she allowed her Nautolan hunter to take control of the ship while they had a little talk. She found him elbows deep and covered in grease in the engine room. “Hey! What are you doing to my ship?!” The twi’lek shrieked and pulled out one of her blasters.

He quickly came up and threw his hands in the air. In one of them was a wrench. “It’s not what it looks like! I heard something rattling in there and noticed that your weapons system was a little busted. I’m just fixing it-”

She kept her blaster trained on the man and peered into his workspace. “Oh- yikes- I guess I hadn’t realized how hard a hit we had taken..” She holstered her weapon. “Thanks... I just came in here to tell you we’re touching down on Coruscant. It’s republic space so most bounty hunters won’t go there unless they’re gutsy…. Or invincible.”

Noshiir wiped off his hands on a cloth “Good I need to grab some parts for this if you don’t mind. I’ll buy ‘em since you’ve been putting up with me.” He told her with his usual charismatic smirk.

She had originally come in here with frustration and the intention of kicking him off her ship, but he was so willing to chip in. Currently, her crew consisted of an old imperial droid, Chasaadia, a tauntaun, and herself. Maybe another set of hands on the ship wouldn’t be so bad. “Alright. We’ll head into the shopping district, but you better behave yourself. If you don’t then you can find your own way off this planet."

Noshiir nodded "Noted." He replied "and look… I know you don't want me here… but thanks. I was pretty certain your guard dog was going to throw me out the airlock"

The pink twi'lek crossed her arms with a wicked grin "The night's still young, Red." She teased him.

"Hey now let's not do nothing hasty-" he replied with a nervous chuckle. "Ill show you that I'm worth keeping around" the wink he gave send a shiver down her spine, but she rolled her eyes anyway. He was a handsome zabrak, but also a very annoying one.

"We'll see about that, playboy."was her final response before leaving the room. Arianness rejoined Chasaadia up front and took a seat beside her. Coruscant was straight ahead.

"You hit him yet?" The nautolan asked. 

"Not yet. He was repairing a piece of my ship." Arianness replied as they entered the atmosphere. "But if he winks at me again I might."

Her friend laughed loudly at that. "At least let me be there for it. He stowed away on your ship, he deserves a little smacking around."

"Well, he's at least making himself useful now." The other sighed. 

The ship broke through the clouds and aimed for a landing pad. "So, while we're here I'm going to fuel up and go to the market with our stowaway. He said he'd buy some parts to fix our weapons system and I'm not about to deny free labor." 

"Fair. I guess I'm on guard duty with the Droid then?" 

As they made their landing the captain got back on her feet "Yes, and be nice to Toovee, you know how he gets." 

The wicked snicker she got in response wasn't inspiring in the least. When the bounty hunter spotted her captains pointed look she rolled her dark eyes. "What? It's funny" she argued as they touched down.

"Just… don't overload his circuits. You know how intimidated he is by you" Arianness groaned as she walked back out to join Noshiir by the airlock. "Ready?"

"Woo I get to take a walk with the captain!" He cheered "maybe I can finally have a chance to prove I'm not a liability to you"

She raised a brow at him and opened the door. "You have roped me into this bounty hunter chase. Youve already proven that you are a liability." She stated flatly. "But, I'm an optimist. You're willing to do some work around my ship and pay for it? I'll give you this single chance to earn my forgiveness" 

He watched the captain step put first. Noshiir wouldn't lie to himself. The captain was an attractive woman, and strong headed. He liked that. But she was also ready to throw him off her ship, so he wasn't about to press his luck with inappropriate flirtation. 

The trip to the speeder service was relatively quiet, until the zabrak insisted he pay for the ride, that was when Arianness spoke back up. "Alright I fold." She said. "Who are you and what have you done with the moronic stowaway I found on my ship."

He blinked at her. "Uh… well, technically your guard dog found me-"

"Stop calling Chasaadia that, she doesn't like it."

"Right, well. Anyway. Neither of you really sat me down to talk. I'm wanted for a reason. Some hutts put a bounty on my head a while ago." The mention of hutts caused the captains hands to ball into fists. "Not a fan, huh?"

"Im a twi'lek. You tell me." She muttered. There was a brief silence filled by the passing of other vehicles, then Noshiir spoke again.

"Sorry, I get that's a touchy subject. You'll be happy to hear that I'm on the bounty list because I freed a bunch of slaves and stole some rather valuable goods from the hutt."

She perked up and looked at him a moment. Her face stayed relatively neutral, what he assumed was her poker face, but her eyes were haunted. "Thank you." Was all she said before dropping the subject entirely. "We're almost there, we shouldn't have to worry about being attacked here so no need to be on edge unless you plan on doing something stupid" 

"I'm Wounded that you think so little of me!" Noshiir gasped dramatically as the speeder came to a halt. The twi’lek snickered and punched his arm. 

"Then prove me wrong, c'mon let's go." She jumped out of the speeder and started walking. Noshiir looked around as they walked to the starship vendor. 

"So… Anything you can tell me about yourself?" The zabrak bravely asked after a moment "or is it all hush-hush until I earn your trust?"

Arianness's lavender eyes glanced at him. "The Empire took something from me and I'm trying to get it back. That's about all you need to know for now." She said. They stepped up to the vendor before Noshiir could respond. He quietly picked out what he needed from their selection and paid the vendor. 

"A little pricey here, isn't it?" He sighed once they were walking away. 

"Well, its the capital of the Republic." The woman shrugged "not saying it's right, just saying that if there's one place thats gonna extort you for credits and call it 'just' its gonna be here."

He was a little surprised to hear that. So she seemed to care about the republic about as much as the empire. "So.. where does your loyalty lie?" 

Her shoulders seemed to heave in a sigh. "My family and crew. I couldn't care less about the war going on. Now come on, pick up the pace. Poor Toovee is probably blowing a gasket. He doesn't like being left alone with Chassy" 

Noshiir nodded, but was stopped in his tracks by a familiar young lady while his companion continued forward, none the wiser. "Noshiir! You did come back for me!" She squealed. He studied her face for a moment. Oh he definitely recognized her. He hadn't flirted with this woman, for once, she just became obsessed with him when he had stopped by to shop for gear at her booth a few times. 

"Well, actually I-"

"You don't have to say anything else! Oh I've missed you so much!" The woman was small but strong. "Now you can stay here with me like we planned!"

"We?-" he looked frantically for a way out of her death grip. Arianness had stopped ahead and looked back once she realized he was no longer with her. She spotted him and came back.

"This a friend of yours, Red?" She asked.

Upon seeing the captain the other woman's grip loosened. "Who's this, Noshi?" She demanded to know.

God how he hated that nickname. "This… is…" he looked at Arianness for a moment, then dared to pull her closer to him by her shoulder. "My wife!"

"What?!" Both women replied. The man's eyes screamed for help when he looked at the twi'lek again. She let out a frustrated breath and put on a fake smile. 

"Sorry, I wasn't expecting him to be so upfront about it. Yes I'm his wife." She lied. The girl looked heartbroken.

"How could you? We were supposed to be together!" She hissed.

"Sorry sister, you know what they say about… sparks and… stuff" the Twi'lek replied awkwardly. "Ready to go, husband?"

"Yes. Please let's go-" he pleaded. Arianness gave him a nod, then gasped when the smaller girl slapped the Zabrak. It was hard enough to make him stumble.

"You jerk! You just love to break hearts you soulless creep!" She snapped. Arianness couldn't quite understand her anger. Possibly because Noshiir had admitted to freeing slaves and has been showing how selfless he truly was today. Or maybe she just bought her own con a little too hard. 

She checked the spot on Noshiirs cheek and lay a gentle caring kiss on it, then she turned and punched the woman square in the nose. "Watch who you insult next time, got it?" She growled and started to lead her new crewmate away from the area before security got involved. 

Noshiir was in a daze, she kissed his cheek. It stung from the slap, but damn that tiny peck warmed his skin like no other woman ever had. "You kissed me-"

"Shut up."

"You stood up for me-"

"Shut up."

"You did something stupid for me!"

"Shut up!" The speeder took off and they could hear a commotion rising behind them. "Who was that girl exactly?" She finally asked as they got farther away.

"Some poor soul who fell in love with me I guess.. I just had to keep stopping by her vendor when I was here once. I didn't even try anything." He sighed. "Thanks for helping me out there, by the way… You're… a really great captain" Noshiir twisted the tip of his platinum ponytail between his fingers as he spoke. Was this what real infatuation felt like? He was normally the confident loudmouth, but not with her.

"Thanks." She gave him a smile "you're not so bad, yourself." She then stuck a hand out to him. "Welcome to the crew, partner. But, don't expect me to call you husband ever again."

The man chuckled and took her hand to shake it. "Thanks, honored to be part of it. And don't worry, I don't think i'll need a fake wife ever again."