#WHY do i still care there is no end to grief etc

[always-a-king-or-queen]

C 👏 S 👏 LEWIS 👏 WAS 👏 NOT 👏 MISOGYNISTIC

IM SO SICK OF THIS TAKE

“But he said girls shouldn’t fight in battles—" No, actually. What he said was “Battles are ugly when women fight.” Which literally translates to “in a war where women are required to fight to help win it, it means the war itself is really bad.” And this literally just means that the war has gotten so bad that women have to fight, not that women shouldn’t fight. Just that they shouldn’t be forced to. Anyway, remember Lucy?? Lucy who rode to battle in The Horse and His Boy?? Lucy who fought as an archer?? “But Susan didn’t—" Yeah. Because she didn’t want to. No one was forcing her not to fight. She had free will to fight or to not fight, and she chose not to because she didn’t want to, not because a man made her stay home.

“He punished Susan for growing up—" S i g h. This is the one I see the most often. “He did Susan dirty” “he made her suffer because she liked lipstick” “etc etc blah blah blah” First of all Narnia is a children’s book series. For CS Lewis to delve into why Susan forgot Narnia, talk about her dealing with the death of her entire family, discuss her grief, and write about her eventual return to Narnia (more on that in a second), it would’ve made for a pretty dark and heavy children’s book, and Lewis said that he didn’t think that was something he wanted to write. But he also encouraged people to finish Susan’s story themselves, and said she might eventually make her own way back to Narnia. Not only this, but Susan’s name means lily, and the waters around Aslan’s country are covered in lilies. Coincidence? I think not. I think it symbolizes she was going to go back. (Especially considering I think Lewis was very careful in choosing each of the Pevensie’s names, since they all relate to their character).

Also, Lewis did not condemn Susan simply for growing up and liking makeup and clothing and boys. If so why would he have written about Aravis and Shasta/Cor, or Caspian and Liliandil? Why would he have written about Susan and Lucy being beautiful and having many suitors? So no, he wasn’t condemning her for that, and in fact he wasn’t condemning her at all. It’s extremely probable that her family’s death would have brought Susan back to her senses. Because here’s the thing: she forgot. She threw herself so much into the world and approval and convinced herself that her life as a queen and her acquaintance with Aslan was all a silly game they played as children, that it wasn’t real. But, she very well could remember again, and I 1000% believe she did.

“All his female characters were weak and did nothing—" My friend. Lucy Pevensie was a female. She discovered Narnia. It was because of her. Her siblings would never have found it without her. Lucy is one of THE most important characters in the entire series. And her title? The Valiant. Lucy’s very title as queen denoted her bravery and fortitude without one even knowing her. As for Susan, she was not any weaker for being “The Gentle.” I would say gentleness is honestly one of the strongest traits a person can have, because it takes a lot to live and be gentle. Also remember Aravis? A major character in The Horse and His Boy and future wife of Shasta, Aravis literally nearly killed herself to escape an arranged marriage. She was not someone to be dictated to; she made her own choices and escaped rather than submitting. And in the end, she’s still fiery, just a little more humble and with less of a chip on her shoulder. Then there’s Polly, who is the more logical person in The Magician’s Nephew and tries to stop Digory from ringing the bell that wakes the White Witch. A boy causes her to awaken, not a girl. It was Digory’s fault she woke up, not Polly’s!!

Also, Peter and Edmund do not ignore their sisters because they’re girls. They listen to what they have to say and speak to them as equals. They don’t forbid them from fighting; Susan chooses not to, but Lucy goes straight into the heart of the battle with them! So don’t even say Lewis made his female characters weak. They were the backbone of much of the series and without them much of the plot would never have happened!!

So don’t you ever say to me that CS Lewis was misogynistic because it’s the furthest thing from the truth

#I REALIZED I ACCIDENTALLY TYPED JILL INSTEAD OF POLLY #IF YOU SEE THAT PRETEND IT SAYS POLLY #cs Lewis #narnia #lucy pevensie #susan pevensie #Polly plummer #aravis tarkheena #the chronicles of narnia #I could’ve mentioned Jill but it was long enough #ramblings from the void

[entitled-fangirl]

The astronomy professor.

Severus Snape x Lupin!reader (past James Potter x reader)

Summary: it's Harry's third year, and the reader is beyond excited that her brother is becoming the boy's professor. When the two siblings goof off together before one of their classes, the reader realizes just how much she's grown attached to Snape.

Warnings: Death, grief, guilt, fighting, talks of threatening behavior, etc.

Author's note: I'm planning on working on the next piece of "His betrothed" soon! Also... maybe a Remus Lupin x reader???

Masterlist

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Severus scowled at the other end of the professors table in the Great Hall, while next to him, Y/N smiled brightly.

They had both had quite different viewpoints of the newest DADA professor.

Remus Lupin.

Being a Lupin herself, she was beyond excited that her older brother was coming to teach.

And he was quite excited to be there as well.

The two were close during their time at Hogwarts. She was often seen flitting around the Marauders like a pesky gnat.

None of them ever thought of her as pesky though. 

She was Remus' younger sister, and therefore, their own younger sister.

And throughout their time in school, she had developed a large crush on James Potter.

The only person who ever knew about it was Remus.

And while it absolutely killed her, she was happy when James and Lily started dating.

Then were engaged.

Then married.

Then had Harry.

That was just the kind of person Y/N was. Though it destroyed her, she couldn't help still feeling joyful for him.

Imagine her pain the day he died.

That's how she got to this point now.

So close to Severus Snape.

Because they both bonded together over one thing:

That James and Lily Potter could've had very different lives if they hadn't ended up with each other.

…

Remus approached Y/N after the dinner, grabbing her elbow gently from behind. She turned away from her conversation with Minerva to look at him, "Oh, Remus. What's wrong?"

He shakes his head, "Nothing. It's just… can I talk to you?"

Minerva intervenes, "Go on, you two. We'll finish this conversation later, Professor Lupin." She pauses, "Well, I guess now you're both Professor Lupin. Hmm." 

She walks off.

Y/N turns around to him. "There's something wrong with you. Don't lie. We've been siblings for far too long to make you think you can lie to me."

He sighs and pulls her arm, dragging her out of the Great Hall.

Severus, with his ever watchful gaze, notices the urgency in which Remus drags her away.

He didn't miss the tall werewolf at all.

…

"He's just so tall, isn't he?" Remus asked joyfully.

She smiles, "Oh, yes. And Harry is so smart. That, or he's quite good at copying off of Ms. Granger. You'll figure it out when you get there."

"He looks just like James." Remus said with distant look in his eyes.

Y/N smiled at the thought, "Yes. But, he looks like Lily, too. Imagine if he had her red hair. He'd fit in with the Weasleys just fine!"

The two siblings laughed loudly in the middle of the deserted corridor.

It was if they were students again.

She looked back at him, "I really have missed you, Rem."

He sighed, "I'm sorry for my actions after… you know."

"Remus, I don't blame you for reacting to all of it the way you did-"

"-you really can, though. You should."

She stepped back, shaking her head, "No. I don't care what happened in the past."

"You're my sister and I pushed you away," he reminded her. "All because I was too weak."

She scoffed, "You're not weak. You've never been weak. Remus, don't-"

"-NO!" He pushed, "I pushed you away after he died because. every. single. time I looked at you after that, I saw him."

Her mouth opened slightly as she registered his words. She moved to speak, but couldn't trust her own voice.

He took a deep breath and pinched the bridge of his nose, "Look. I'm sorry. That's nothing of your concern, and I don't know why I bothered you with it."

"You… you really saw him in me?" She asked.

"I still do." 

"What's going on down here?" Severus's voice boomed down the hall as he approached the two.

Remus resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

Y/N turned to look at him, "Just catching up. It's been far too long."

"And still not long enough," Severus said.

"Severus," she scolded.

Remus chuckled lightly, "Nice to see you, too, Snivelus."

"Remus," she scolded towards him now.

The two completely ignored her as they glared at each other.

She sighed, "Let's just pretend we all get along? Please."

Severus grumbled under her breath, but agreed.

Remus considered her question carefully, and finally nodded.

…

Now, Y/N sat on Severus's desk as he carefully brewed a potion on one of his standing desks.

"Are you happy to be here with your brother again?" He asked as small talk.

She nodded, "Yes. I missed his laugh most dreadfully."

He nodded, throwing another ingredient into the cauldron.

She grabbed a stack of papers on his desk, looking at each one carefully.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

"These are second-year essays, yes?"

"Yes."

She nodded, moving now to sit at his desk. She grabbed his quill and ink. "I'll grade these for you while we talk."

He quickly moved towards the desk, "No. I will grade them another time. Don't do my work for me. You do enough."

She looked up at him with a puzzled brow, "Why? You're busy with your potion. I thought it only fair…"

He stepped back in thought, "It would be a nuisance to you. You won't enjoy the content."

She laughed, "No one enjoys reading or writing essays about anything magical. Everyone would rather just see or do it."

"But that's how they learn." He counter argued. 

She shook her head, "No, that's how you teach."

He tilts his head, "And what do you do for Astronomy, darling?"

She smiles, "They draw what they see. The constellations. Then sometimes, I make them come up with new names for each one. When they get older, they get to write stories for them. Come up with their own backstory for how it got in the sky."

He nodded, "But each constellation has its own story already."

"They do. And I tell them those. If people in history can choose what to believe about them, why can't my students? And trust me when I say I haven't had a single student fail the exam for it in four years."

Severus stirred the potion as he listened, "I just don't see how it's helpful, is all."

She shrugs, "As long as they learn, who cares?"

He smiles just barely, "I'll never understand how your little mind works."

She missed the way he almost ruined the potion due to his interest in their conversation.

…

"So, what's in your lesson plans for today, Professor Lupin?" Y/N asked excitedly.

"Well," Remus said, "Today, I figured the third years would get to face a boggart."

She gasped, "You got your hands on a boggart?"

He nodded, "Hagrid helped me, of course."

"How much longer until your class?"

He looked down at his watch, "Hmm, 40 minutes, I'd say."

She smirked, "Still think our fears are what they always were?"

He tilted his head back and forth, "I'd say so. I mean, we're older but… we're still who we used to be. It's worth a try." He smirked.

She practically skipped with excitement toward the bureau in his classroom. "Merlin, you're already better than the last DADA professor, Rem."

He furrowed his brow, "How so?"

"Well," she recalled, "I heard from a Weasley that he opened the cage of 15 Cornish pixies into the second year class. Caused a major disruption. And then… his personality, of course."

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know about others, but, he would not let me alone. He asked me out almost every other day. It was so tiring. But then, one day, he just… quit bothering me."

Remus pondered her words, "What would make him quit?"

She shook her head, "I don't really know, Rem."

He huffed, "Well, I gotta know now. Think, dear sister."

Y/N looked up in thought, "It was after Christmas break. But… before the Chamber was opened. It doesn't matter, honestly. I much rather be goofing off before your class starts. C'mon."

Remus smiles and stands in front of the bureau with his wand, "Alright."

She opens the door slowly.

The boggart immediately shifts into the full moon.

Y/N sighs at the sight.

He was still scared of who he was when the full moon appeared.

"I suppose nothing has changed," he stated.

She nods.

She walks in front of her brother to face the boggart next.

It takes its time to shift, making her rethink her decision to do this.

It shifted to something much different.

Severus Snape's dead body.

Her face dropped quickly at the sight and her eyes widened.

She knew it wasn't real. She knew it wasn't real.

Why does it look so fucking real?

Remus looks over her shoulder with a gasp.

And neither of them move for a minute.

Finally, her voice breaks through the silence, "Rem?"

He nods, "Yeah. Yeah. I… I got it."

Remus steps in front of her, waving his wand and whisking the creature back into the bureau.

The door shuts and locks, but the siblings remain just as quiet.

As if spooked, Y/N bolts out of the classroom door.

She runs as quickly as her legs can carry her, almost running into sleepy students multiple times.

She throws the door open.

The door to Severus's classroom.

He stands up from his desk slightly startled by her sudden intrusion.

Her entire body relaxes as she sees him.

"Is everything alright?" He asked suspiciously.

She shakes her head, looking down at her feet in embarrassment. 

Severus nods, walking up to her slowly. "I have twenty minutes before class. Why don't you come sit?"

When she doesn't move at all, he reaches forward and gently grabs her bicep.

At the contact, she suddenly wraps her arms around his neck and hugs him tightly.

He grunted in surprise, but made no move to get away from her.

In fact, he even wrapped his own arms around her. 

"What has got you so worked up?"

She sighs into his chest, "I don't know. Everything just… clicked today."

"It what?"

"It all makes sense."

He leaned back just barely to see her face, "Such as?"

"You told Lockhart to let me alone last year, didn't you?"

He stiffened, "I… may have."

"Thank you."

"Don't. It was nothing."

She nods, pulling away from him, "I'm sorry for all this. I just… had… a moment earlier and… needed to make sure you were alright."

"Why wouldn't I be?"

She shrugs, "It seems that the people I like don't have a great track record of… staying alive, is all."

He tilts his head, "People you 'like'?"

Y/N blushes, "Um. People I enjoy the company of. You know."

"And you enjoy my company?" He asked in a teasing way.

"How could I not?" She finally regains her thoughts, "I should go before your class starts. Granger will be here any minute."

He nods, "Perhaps you may come by later to assist me with grading?"

She smiles, "Only if you let them draw pictures at some point."

Severus sighs, "Alright."

She bits her bottom lip to hold in her laugh. "Alright then. It's a date."

She begins to walk out.

"And Darling?" He asked.

She turned in the doorway to look at him, "Yes?"

"I didn't tell Lockhart to let you alone. I threatened him quite severely."

She tilted her head, "How?"

He shrugged, "Does it matter?"

She shakes her head with a light blush on her cheeks. 

Oh, Remus will eat this up.

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#severus snape x reader #severus snape imagine #severus snape x y/n #severus snape fanfiction #severus snape #severus snape fandom #professor snape #snape x reader #snape fanfiction #snape imagine #snape fandom #remus lupin #the marauders era #marauders fanfiction #james potter x reader #james potter #james potter imagine #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter #harry potter universe

[ellecdc]

Hi!! I saw your requests were open and I’d love to take a shot with one!

So I have a partner that I’ve been with for almost a year and it wasn’t until the last few months that I’ve realized how toxic and horrible the relationship is. So- I was hoping that I could request a poly!marauders x reader (starting platonic and then romantic?) and reader has a partner that’s really toxic and the boys help the reader figure out how to break up and take care of herself (or themself/himself!) and then once the reader and the partner break up, the marauders take care of reader and then eventually admitting their love to reader and etc etc etc you take away the rest!!! Thank you so much!!!!!! I love love love your work!!!!!!

ok first of all: if you haven't already, please dump them? they're not worth it babes. if it costs you your peace - it's too expensive thank you for your request; hope you love it <3

poly!marauders x fem!reader

CW: brief mention of previously toxic relationship, grief over end of relationship

You knew this was for the best, but it didn't make it any less painful.

It'd been about a month and a half since you and your...ex broke up, and exactly 12 days to the minute of no contact. Your mind was still reeling from the previous few weeks since you'd decided to finally end things before you finally blocked their number.

It proved to you that you had done the right thing; they were not good for you, and they're behaviour only proved that.

So why did you still feel so incredibly wrong?

You felt a mixture of things. Overwhelming grief at not only the loss of someone that was a huge part of your life, but also grief over the loss of everything you ever hoped your life would be with that person.

You also felt guilty; guilty for ending things (even though it was the right thing to do), guilty for spending so long trying to force a relationship that wasn't meant to last, and guilty for falling in love with the potential that someone had - which only left both of you disappointed.

It was probably overkill to have turned your phone off completely, but after blocking their number, you couldn't help but jump every time your phone went off - thinking, hoping, dreading that it might be your ex. You also couldn't handle scrolling through instagram to see all of your other friends, happy, smiling, in love, and not feeling like their world was falling to pieces.

Your pity party was interrupted by a gentle knock on the door. You were considering ignoring it when a less gentle knock followed which you recognized to be Sirius'.

"You don't have to bang, Sirius." You could hear James chide quietly as you unlocked and swung the door open.

The somewhat terse conversation ended abruptly as the three figures beamed at you: James widely, Remus kindly, and Sirius cheekily.

"Well hello, gorgeous!" Sirius cheered at you as he pulled you into a quick embrace.

"Uh, hi!" You said back, though your voice sounded higher than usual. When was the last time you'd used it?

"Mind if we come in?" Remus asked gently before James and Sirius were shouldering their ways into your apartment anyway.

"Uhm, yeah. Sure." You said as you followed them in.

James pulled you into his side as Sirius made himself at home on your couch and Remus sat at your kitchen table. "How've you been, sweetheart?" He asked.

You blushed at the nickname and ducked your chin to your chest. "I'm alright, James. How have you guys been?"

"Miserable." Sirius answered immediately. "Completely miserable without our favourite girl around. It's been too long."

"You don't have to apologize," Remus interjected as you began to defend yourself. "We just wanted to check in, that's all."

You smiled at the three boys, suddenly very self-conscious of your apartment and your outfit - neither of which had been tidied nor changed in the last few days.

"Come sit with me." Sirius said as he patted the couch beside him and then opened his arm for you to sit under.

You moved towards him obediently and he quickly pulled you in tight to his side and pressed a kiss to the side of your head.

"So, what can we do? Can I help you tidy?" Remus asked enthusiastically.

You immediately shook your head no as your eyes widened in horror. "Absolutely not, no. Thank you, but honestly, I'm fine."

Sirius groaned as he leaned to whisper into your ear conspiratorially, you startled and turned to face him, only to have your noses centimetres apart.

"Listen, I'm gonna let you in on a little secret: Rem here has been just sick with worry, and it would really make him feel better if you let him feel like he's helping you." He stage whispered as he motioned toward the said worried boy with his head.

Had you not been so shocked by the lack of distance between you and Sirius, you may have seen Remus gently roll his eyes at Sirius' theatrics.

"Help the poor sod out, give him something to do." He encouraged you with a salacious wink.

"I, uhm... I guess I've been meaning to catch up on the dishes?" You stated as a question, grimacing at the days worth of dishes in your sink.

Remus jumped up happily throwing a "Got it!" over his shoulder.

"What about me, gorgeous? Anything I can do? Maybe laundry?" James asked eagerly.

"You are not doing my laundry, James." You answered bluntly.

"Got it, got it. Okay, maybe I can clean your bathroom?"

Somehow, that was worse.

"Okay, you can do my laundry." You acquiesced.

James whooped, actually whooped, like a cartoon character before he started down the hallway he knew lead to your bedroom.

"See? Look how happy you made them." Sirius said as he kneaded at the flesh of your thigh with his hand.

"What about you?"

"What about me?"

"What's your job?" You asked.

You suddenly felt like it was the wrong question when Sirius' grin grew exponentially. "Oh, I get to sit here with my favourite girl."

"We're taking turns, Pads!" James called from down the hallway.

"Semantics." Sirius muttered before he turned his attention back to you.

"Listen; I won't make you talk about this if you don't want to, but I need you to know that we're here for you, alright? Like really, really here for you; whatever you need. I know you've probably convinced yourself that you're all alone and unloved. But we need you to know that's not true. You're not unloved, never could be; not with us around."

Your sinuses filled painfully behind your eyes as you moved to hide your face into Sirius' shoulder.

"What did you do?" Remus asked Sirius, sounding (gently) horrified.

"Just told her we loved her."

James came out of your room at Remus' concerned tones. "We're supposed to be making her feel better, Pads." He sighed.

"You are." You muttered from your place in Sirius' shoulder.

It was true; you had convinced yourself you were all alone and completely unloveable. If even your ex couldn't manage to love you, how would anyone else?

But with Sirius' arms around your shoulder and his lips pressed into your hair, James coming up behind you two and giving your hand a comforting squeeze, and Remus running to put a pot of tea on for the lot of you like that might be what stitches your heart back together; you certainly felt loved.

#marauders era #marauders au #marauders fanfiction #reader insert #self insert #sirius black #remus lupin #james potter #the marauders #poly!marauders #poly!marauders x reader #poly!marauders x you #ellecdc fics

[evilminji]

Sooooo.....

Like? We can all agree, that, all other factors aside? Given the life he's lived and the personality he has? The sheer NONSENSE he's been exposed too (from rays to oozes to powders to magics etc) AND the by definition unfinishable nature of his Life's Work/Obsession?

If Batman lived in a world connected to Danny Phantom's Zone in any way... he's DEFINITELY becoming a Realms Ghost.

Like? It's not even a "possibly" here. It's an inevitability. He HAS to protect just one more person. HAS to solve one more case. HAS to protect his kids one last time. He HAS Too, HAS Too, HAS Too.

He's Batman.

It's etched into his soul. The man's ghost will literally REFORM in that outfit. Batman with a glow. Batman the protection spirit. Kindness and grief and an eternity of "I have to save just one more."

He's not going to get to die peacefully or rest quietly. It would go against his nature.

But! Why is this relevant? Because of the Elseworld stories. Those AUs. The Multi-Verse at large. They ALL... Have Batman.

Consider: Ember McClain. Rocker. Remember that name. Yes, in some worlds she makes it big. But? Tragedy and betrayal in others. Death. Do you think the Ember's of those worlds are fine with passing on silently? Shrugging and being forgotten just because some other Ember got there first?

No. They are Ember. SHE is Ember.

Just as Clockwork is Time.

What makes a Realms Ghost different then someone like Deadman? Than a Shade? A poltergeist? Your average spook?

They are only themselves.

Singular.

Small.

A tiny little fraction, of a fraction, of a part, of a small bitty droplet, if even that. You only get one soul. But! You share it. There are many "You"s. Like the universe itself, exploding out, to live, to experience, BE, and then collapsing back together in the end. Running together like rainwater in the cracks of Realitys. Seeping back into one piece, one person, in the place between places.

It's why one forgets silly things like Names and Pasts. You had so, so many. All of them were yours. Made you. Shaped you. But are not why you refuse to let go. Why you still EXSIST. Outside of Creation and Rebirth, beyond any gods you could possibly recognize. Refined to your truest SELF.

Yet... you might still be Alive. You know that you ARE. Time exists for the living. To balance beginnings, middles, and ends. Why do you care? They aren't you yet. They will be. All of you will eventually come together. You'll become something... MORE.

Ancient.

The wisdom and complexity of a complete Being. More a Person then your average soul. Like giant stars compared to a barely burning dwarves. You know, assuming you don't give up first. Most give up. It takes a certain sort of patience, after all. A LOT of timeless time. Kinda sucks.

Yet! We consider The Bat. Persistence and Stubborn Hope made manifest. Compassion born of terrible grief. Dead. Again and again and again. Dead for those who needed him. Who hated him. Who cursed or forgot or lamented him. In every imaginable age, a story played out the same. Ending the same.

Himself instead of another.

Himself FOR the others.

Himself because none other could.

Sacrifice and Sacrifice and Sacrifice. Desperation to save. Worlds burning and cities falling. Waking up, reaching out, to shield sons and daughters that are not there. That live because he does not. Dragging himself through the stubborn walls of world after world, like a haunting final curse, upon those who harmed his family, his city. His world.

A wraith. Gothams final curse upon those who damn her.

What must it be like? To keep saying good bye? To drag your aching soul, fuller and fuller of terrible memories, across the fields of jagged glass that are portals you tear, to world's on fire. Just to save friends and family. Enemies and strangers. All of whom, must in the end... bury you anyway.

Because you must kill the hope in their eyes. Must die before them again. Because you can not stay and they can not come with you. Or worse... they can, and will soon.

Sitting on fields of battle where you tried. Gave all your spirit could muster. But... it's over now. And all you can offer is the knowledge is that they should not be afraid. You will carry them home.

And are there? Nightwings and Robins and all manner of other family, waiting back in the Zone? In a Manor where Pennyworth lives eternal? Do they also hurt and fight to save their friends? Each new piece of them coming with some great tragedy that they must put right?

Do they give Walker and the Observants migraines? Probably.

Imagine, though: Time travel added to the mix. Dying in the future. Your son managing to turn everything back to before the world ended. The Ghost King is suddenly a Baby again. Every one is freaking out. "Oh no! The king!" Blah blah blah.

But you and your family are more concerned about the world ending threat that kills a part of you. So is the baby ghost king, when you tell him. You show up in your own Cave, freak yourself out. Team up time. Though you ARE growing concerned by the Baby Kings self-neglectful behaviors. Hey, Me, are you seeing this?

.......he.... you know, he COULD use more Parental Oversight. He's a good kid. Seems lonely though. Underfed. ("BRUCE, NO." "Hmmm.")

@hdgnj @stealingyourbones @the-witchhunter @cyrwrites

#dp x dc #dc x dp #dpxdc #dcxdp #dc x dp prompt

[gretavanlace]

Sugar II (part 1)

18+ only! Minors do not interact!

Warnings: adult content, descriptions of alcohol abuse, illusions to casual sex, language, all the angst, etc.

“That had better not be a fan in there.” Josh hisses, just loud enough for his disheveled twin to hear as he stumbles by on his way to the bathroom.

There’s a girl, sprawled out and snoring softly, in the bunk Jake has just lumbered from without grace.

A sound of irritation grunts out of a still half-inebriated Jacob. “Dunno. Met her at that bar, I think. Can you get her out of here? Call a car to meet us at the next rest stop, or something? Make sure she gets home?”

“Get her out of here yourself.” Josh snipes, clearly angry and far beyond exhausted with this all too familiar song and dance.

His brother ignores him and slips into the bathroom. Likely to expel whatever whiskey is still sloshing around in his belly, before showering to wash her perfume from his crawling skin.

The girl, another nameless body to sink into, will be gone by the time he’s through, he knows. Josh will make sure of it. Bless him.

Under the spitting heat of the water raining over him, the tears come again. He loathes them, these tears. Will they ever end? Will he ever find something he can at least pretend to call peace?

Yet, he clings to them…a security blanket of sorrow. Each one a talisman of grief and loss. He would gather them all up if he could. Bottle them into something tangible and accusatory to shove in the face of fate…

Look what you’ve done to me! He’d spit, vibrating with rage. You took her! How could you fucking take her? Where is she? I can’t breathe another second without her. I’m dying, I’m fucking dying.

Most days, he wishes death would finally find him. Most nights, he hunts for it, in self destructive ways. He doesn’t find it, of course, that would be a kindness the universe doesn’t seem to care to offer him. Instead, he seeks that numb and beautiful void. Crawls down into the darkness of endless bottles and women he doesn’t know.

No, he doesn’t wish his agony away. He is attached to it. Comfortable inside the dank, slippery claw of its cruel embrace. For without it, what would be true? That he was finding light again? Without you? The very idea makes him want to crack open his own skull to wash the thought away.

You live in his pain, and if that is how he must have you, that is where you’ll stay. He will keep his pain, gladly.

George Jones was right - he’ll stop loving you the day they lower him into the ground with pennies resting over his eyelids. The sooner, the better.

You’re gone, but you’ve never left him. If he has things his way, you never will. Though, you’re fading…blurring around the edges. Were you ever really there at all?

He once imagined it was all a dream, you belonging to him as well, and he’d wished to never wake up. He wishes for that still, when sleep doesn’t evade him and the booze doesn’t steal his dreams of you. Your laugh, your voice, your skin, soft as a sigh and just as warm. The way you held in your sneezes. Why does he dream about that? It always worried him, mildly. Annoyed him, even.

“Just sneeze!” He would goad you, shaking his head. Why? Why does he dream of that? It makes him feel off-kilter, slightly insane.

When, finally, he trudges out of the bathroom, hair dripping onto his still clammy shoulders, Josh is waiting, just like a spider.

He stretches his arm out across the narrow hall, blocking Jake’s path with his makeshift web “When are you gonna get your shit together?”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” The shove between them is half-hearted. Jake is too drained, and too hungover to make it stick, and Josh’s soul hurts for his twin too badly stomach much more. “Move.”

Josh ignores him in favor of nodding over toward the now vacant bunk, “She looked like her.”

“Fuck you.” Jake ducks beneath Josh’s arm and instantly feels unsteady. Shit, he drank way too much…but what else is new? Josh sidles right back into his path and the spinning in Jake’s head is all for nothing.

“Yeah yeah, fuck you too, brother.” The elder twin is unfazed. Concerned, but unfazed. “They all look like her. But none of them are her, and you know it. You have to stop this, Jake. You have to fucking stop.”

“What part of fuck you didn’t you understand?” He’s being cruel, lashing out with anger that has nowhere else to go. He’s just so angry all the time; it’s a revolting but necessary salve for the hurt. Rage is softer than pain.

Does he blame his brother for you loving him, too? For the fact that Josh held half of your heart and ultimately, that took you away? That it was easier for you to leave than to choose? No.

Does he blame Josh for getting over you? For somehow finding solace and peace? For letting you go? Yes. It seems such a betrayal.

See? He wants to say to you, to hold the words out like some twisted, desperate offering. See? I loved you more all along. Do you see? Come back.

Josh stands his ground, but his words come kindly, and soaked in empathy, “It’s been three years, Jake. You can’t keep living like this. I’m worried. We’re all fucking worried. I look at you and it’s like watching some disease swallow you up. She isn’t coming back. I’m sorry, but you need to hear it. You need to get your head around that.”

With another shove, Jake maneuvers the tight space and steps forward to slide his bunk’s curtain aside, “I don’t want to talk about her.”

“I know, but she…”

Jake turns on his brother, whipping around with feral, furious flames burning wildly in his glare, “I said I don’t want to fucking talk about her, and don’t you ever fucking say that to me again. That she isn’t coming back…”

That seething fury dies out in an instant, only to be replaced with that all familiar sorrow as he hangs his head, loathsome and ashamed of his display. “I’m sorry…just don’t, just please don’t say that. I can’t stand it.”

Josh can feel his heart splintering for his brother. The misery that radiates from Jake like a blackened aura makes him want to turn away, but his loyalty holds him still, to bear witness. He won’t leave him alone in this.

“It should have been you.” Maybe he shouldn’t say it, maybe it will only make the hurt worse. Maybe he’s feeding the beast. But he says it anyway, because it’s true, “Probably right from the start it should’ve been you. But it wasn’t and at some point you’re just gonna have to swallow that.”

Jake visibly deflates, shrinking in on himself as though he’d love nothing more than to disappear…and then he’s silently climbing into his bunk, where Josh knows he’ll stay until he is forced to emerge for soundcheck and wardrobe.

Josh has watched this play out over and over again. A groundhog’s day of mourning.

Jacob will go through the motions - he will make sure your name and a pass is waiting at will call, as though you might decide to materialize at the venu like some miraculous mirage. His eyes will scan the crowd incessantly for a face that isn’t there…and those same eyes will avoid his twin’s when he sings those terrible lyrics, please stay, don’t go away.

…and then he will get smashed as quickly as possible on whatever is readily available and take someone to bed who has eyes that remind him of yours, and a name he won’t care to ask.

~

Hours later, things are going to plan, just as they always do, with three of them checked into their respective rooms at yet another hotel, and Jake lingering in the lot, hidden away in his bunk.

Josh is trying to meditate, humidifier hissing moisture into the air beside him as he searches for his center. Legs pretzeled and folded beneath him. He hums quietly, just enough to coast along the vibrations. Some days are harder than others when he’s seeking to turn off his mind, relax and float downstream. Today is one of those days.

The carpet in the hotel is too thin, he feels as though he’s perched upon concrete; the walls are also thin to match the flooring, and Jake’s torment is tugging at him relentlessly. Something is different. Something feels off.

He reaches up and runs a flattened palm across his chest, finding comfort in the stark white cotton of his shirt and the mala beads that rest against it. When your world changes as often as theirs, you find your constants in the strangest places.

With a slow, deep breath he begins again, but a knock snatches the promise of celestial calm. Immediately, he’s annoyed - but it fades almost as quickly as it came. It wasn’t going to happen this evening anyway…something isn’t right, and it’s got to be Jake. He’ll deal with his unexpected visitor and then make his way back down to the buses to talk with him.

Connecting with his brother a little will serve as his meditation tonight.

Josh finds Danny’s face distorted and warped by the peephole, and pulls the door open.

“I was trying to achieve inner peace, dick,” he jokes, turning to allow Daniel in, “but you just had to—“

His brother by heart is on such high alert he’s nearly sparking with the electricity of his frantic nerves as he cuts him off, “She’s here, man.”

They rush out of him, those words that carry so much weight, as his hand rakes through his unruly curls, “I just saw her. She’s fuckin’ here.”

Josh needs no clarification, he knows exactly who Danny means, “No she’s not.”

“Yes, she is,” For all of the space he takes up in the room with his size and presence, he sounds remarkably small. They both understand the weight of this, and what it could mean for Jake. “I ran into her in the lobby. She’s in town for work, had no idea we’d even be here…she asked me not to tell you, but…”

“Fuck,” there is a tremor in Josh’s curse, and the weakness of his own voice makes him wince, “Fuck! This is bad. What if he sees her? He can’t handle that, I’m telling you right now.”

Josh can handle that. In fact, he thinks it might be nice to say hello. To hug you and ask how you’ve been, to smile and let you know that hard feelings don’t exist…

But Jake is another story altogether. You broke his heart when you went away. This time, you might rip it right from his chest.

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[celaenaeiln]

Do you think (I hope this doesn't sound as if I hate the batkids but im just genuinely curious), if the bat kids (Jason, Tim, Damian, Steph, etc) came earlier, like Robin Dick and Batman when they have still a rather good(?) relationship and before Dick leaving and before canon time of Bruce meeting Jason) met Bruce, will he take them in and/or adopt them?

Tbf, Dami is biological son so Bruce might take him in either way, but what do you think?

No it doesn't sound like that at all! :)

Honestly I don't think it would've mattered if any of the robins had met Dick and Bruce when they had a good relationship. First of all, Bruce only took in Jason because he missed Dick and wanted a Robin. So if Dick was still with Bruce, Bruce would feel no desire or thought to take in anyone. Furthermore, Jason isn't the first troubled talented kid that Bruce has met over the years. Bruce and Dick have been solving cases and helping such kids for years so Bruce taking in Jason during Dick's absence was more of a "right place at the right time" sort of thing.

For similar reasons, that's also why he wouldn't have taken in Tim. Bruce took in Tim under Alfred and Dick's encouraging and also because Tim made a good point about Batman needing a Robin. B was literally killing himself through self-destructive techniques because Jason died and grief does that to people. He lost a robin. If Dick had been the one that died during his Robin years, then Tim might have ended up Robin but it's debatable because he would've been younger than 13 at the time. But if he waited until he was old enough, then Bruce would've killed himself in grief by then. However since Dick is still alive, healthy, and on great terms, Tim wouldn't have entered the picture. Although, if he worked up the nerve to reach out to Dick sooner, Dick would've had a new baby brother a lot earlier.

Stephanie only became Robin because Bruce was trying to manipulate Tim to come back. He knew that Tim would hate him if he endangered his loved ones so by making Stephanie robin, Tim would have to return because he knows the dangers of being Robin. So no Tim, no Stephanie.

Damian. Damian would become Robin and that's canon! THERE'S ACTUALLY A SAME AGE DICK AND DAMIAN STORY!!!!

In this story, Talia suddenly drops off Damian with Bruce and he finds out that his father has another kid-Dick. It's a heart warming story of them getting to know each other with Raven, Gar, and Maxine.

Teen Titans: Robin Issue #1

Teen Titans: Robin Issue #1

When the tracker doesn't work he gets really worried so he calls Bruce about it. And Bruce is just like, "Whatever, it'll be fine, Dick. He was raised by assassins, he can take care of himself. I need to go."

But Dick is in full Big Brother Mode. So what does he do? He spies on Damian through CCTV cameras and then gets even more worried that Damian might be kidnapped or involved in something dangerous because oh my god there's random people whose identification don't come up with Damian.

So Dick then rushes out of the manor and goes on a road trip, tracking him down. Damian's friends are surprised and creeped out to see a guy and when Damian looks, he is not happy. Damian does not like Dick. But Dick in any universe will always be a responsible older brother.

Teen Titans: Robin Issue #1

At this point Dick is fed up.

Is that what Damian wants? Fine.

Teen Titans: Robin Issue #1

So they have a bunch of mini-competitions from archery to hacking to parkour to fighting to etc and Damian's getting more and more frustrated that he keeps tying while Dick is in it for a good time. I think Dick's genuinely happy about this because he's viewing it as a bonding experience but everything comes to head when Damian reaches his limit

Teen Titans: Robin Issue #2

Things don't get better but the event progresses because Slade's wife Adeline (to whom he's still married to) is working with an evil organisation that collects metas and non-humans is searching for Gar so they need to do something fast. There are also flashbacks from Damian's side of him being jealous that Bruce trusts Dick so much and how perfect he is which don't help. It makes Damian really furious that Dick doesn't even realize how Bruce trusts him and instead acts like he's best friends with Damian which just serves to tick him off more.

Dick and Damian end up working together, find out about Kori, escape Slade, and all's great in the end. They become the brothers they were always meant to be.

Teen Titans: Robin Issue #2

Teen Titans: Robin Issue #2

And then it becomes the real formation of the teen titans. Dick and Damian - brothers for life.

I wish there was an entire series on this! I want to see the continuation.

Putting aside the logistics of whether they would meet or not, if Dick had met any of the robins at any age, he would've adored the heck out of them. I think they all would've ended up in Damian's position but they would definitely warm up to him by the end because it's impossible not to love Dick, especially if he loves you.

There's also a canon comic moment where Robin! Tim meets Robin! Dick, and they get along far better than Damian and Dick here but still the same emotions run in the scenes.

Robin (1993) Issue #10

While Dick and Tim solve a case, Tim is just amazed by Dick.

Robin (1993) Issue #10

Robin (1993) Issue #10

He's a little salty too. "Dick's going to beat me to the punch. I'm older than him. At this point I've got more experience than him. And he's got me playing catch-up. The little gloryhound..."

Robin (1993) Issue #10

"Like I need him to remind me."

Robin (1993) Issue #10

The way Tim and Damian feel the same way - it's two different comics, but they both feel stressed by Dick for the same reasons.

Teen Titans: Robin Issue #2

They feel like the need to live up to Dick but Dick doesn't feel that they have anything to prove because he just genuinely likes them for who they are. This feeling is a source of friction on the Robins' side, but it's also important they have this because you can't really know someone if you don't overcome your differences. The fact that they have to learn about each other brings out both of their greatest strengths.

Like in the Robin comic, Tim suspects something is off and Dick goes along with it. Tim's right and in the end they catch the bad guy and figure out the escape plan.

Robin (1993) Issue #10

To which Dick says, "Oh yeah! I can see how you got your job. Robin."

Robin (1993) Issue #10

Tim's happy face <3333

Overall, I'd say that Bruce wouldn't take any of the Robin in during Dick's younger days. But if he did, Dick and the Robins would become the best of brothers.

Oh but you know what'd be exciting? Dick and Stephanie's same age Robin au! Tim, Damian, and Jason's would all be sort of the same. They would struggle with Dick's standing but love him possessively in the end. But I have no idea how Stephanie and Dick would go. Of course they would love each other but same age brother and sister?! I WANT THAT SO BAD!!! Their dynamic would be crazy!! The amount of grey hairs Bruce would have? The ultimate chaos duo, they'd feed into each others' energies! Gotham would be a goner.

#dick grayson #robin dick grayson #damian wayne #robin damian #jason todd #tim drake #robin tim drake #stephanie brown #robin stephanie brown #bruce wayne #batman #cl anon asks #thanks for the ask!

[crystals-cave]

PAC: Your November 2023 Reading🔮

Hey Everyone, I’m back again 😊

Here’s your November 2023 reading✨

As a treat, there are 5 piles for today’s reading!

Pick a pile that sparks a memory in you - it could be a person/place/music/ object etc. If more than 1 pile sparks a memory in you, pick the pile that evokes the strongest emotions in you. However, if you feel strongly for both, you may go ahead and read more than 1 pile.

As this is a general reading, do take what resonates for you and take the rest with a pinch of salt.

Note: all pictures used in this reading are taken by me

Pile 1 | Pile 2 | Pile 3

Pile 4 | Pile 5

Pile 1

3 of Wands (rx)

The Sun (rx)

Death

Queen of Cups

Knight of Pentacles

Hello Pile 1✨

First off, I see that whatever has been troubling you for some time will be coming to an end now. If you have been facing troubles or disappointments recently, it will all come to an end in November 2023. You will also start feeling happier now that said trouble is gone.

November will feel like a fresh start for you as well. You will see the ‘death’ of your troubles and the start of your happiness. You will also notice a transformation in yourself before and after this period and realize how much you have matured from it.

From here, I see you all in Pile 1 becoming happier, wiser and more responsible in November 2023. You will notice that it’s not just your emotions that have become stable, but you have also become a more patient and reliable person.

Pile 2

2 of Wands (rx)

The World

Queen of Cups (rx)

6 of Swords

King of Wands

The Sun (rx)

Hi Pile 2 🪐

There is a surprise coming your way in November 2023. I see that you’ll likely be travelling this month as well. Most of you will be travelling by flight and the remaining by water. Most of you also will have doubts if it’s really true that you’re travelling and this reading is a confirmation for you - yes, you are.

I also see that in November, you will also have the chance to meet your benefactor. For those who have lost their passion, this person will help find back the spark that you have once lost. For those who have yet to find theirs, this person will guide you to it.

By the end of the month, I see you happy with the events that have found you in November.

Pile 3

The Emperor

Strength

6 of Pentacles (rx)

5 of Cups

Knight of Pentacles (rx)

Hey Pile 3 🍂

For the start of November 2023, I see that things will be stable for you. You’ll feel powerful and protected, with a strong unbreakable foundation holding you together.

However for the second half of the month, you’ll be prone to jealousy. This feeling will shake even the firmest of foundations and you’ll feel like someone has pulled the rug from under you.

My advice for you is to monitor your mental state in November. Pay attention to when you start having unneeded comparison, or when you start projecting negative thoughts about others. Meditate and remind yourself daily that you have everything the people wish for - stability, power, and protection. Why cry over something you don’t have when all you ever wanted is already in your hands?

As the second half of the month may be a vulnerable time for you mentally, be careful of falling for scams/fraud. Check through all your facts even if you don’t feel like it because there is a high chance that you’ll be swindled due to your vulnerability/negligence.

Pile 4

The Star (rx)

5 of Cups

7 of Cups

9 of Wands

Knight of Cups

Hello Pile 4 🌊

My, my. I won’t be sugarcoating my words but at the start of November, I see that most of you are too proud to the point of arrogance. Becareful Pile 4, your hubris will likely cause you grief.

It is only around mid-November that you start reflecting on yourself. It’s likely that your lesson this month will be humility. Even when everything is smooth sailing, we have to remain humble. You can still be proud of your achivements yet be humble to remember what has brought you this far.

Towards the end of the month, there will be some sort of of lingering paranoia from the grief you faced at the start of the month. Despite all that, good news is promised to come soon.

Pile 5

The World

Page of Pentacmds

9 of Cups (rx)

6 of Wands

King of Wands

Hey Pile 5 🍵

Right away; I see that success, stability and financial abundance are coming your way at the start of November. Congrats Pile 5!

You have likely come a long way before success found its way to you. It was not a perfect and smooth sailing path but along the way you have gained a loyal group behind you.

You will feel proud and liberated of your success this month. You’ll finally feel the stress sliding off your shoulders.

Towards the end of the month, I see you looking forward to your next project with hope that it may be successful like what you had just achieved. You’ll also be filled with passion and anticipation for the next big thing coming your way.

#pick a card #pick a card reading #tarot #tarot reading #rider waite tarot #november pick a card #november 2023 pick a card #november pac #pick a pile #pick a picture #divination #pac #your november 2023 #november 2023 reading #rider waite #neon lights

[fandoms-and-salt]

(this post is mostly a subjective rant about real people I don't know personally, which is not what I usually like to write about on this blog. regardless, I am interested in exploring why writers might make certain bad writing decisions (because it's almost never intentional! no one is immune to accidental bad writing). kind of a learning from the mistakes of others type of deal)

so. i have a feeling that hazbin and helluva have fundamentally different problems that lead to their poor pacing.

both series jump from idea to idea throughout most of the plot, but in hazbin it feels like it's because the writers wanna stuff as much of their passion project into it as possible, and with hb it seems more like. the writers just get bored and distracted a lot?

hazbin is a show that got decades of piled up character, lore and plot ideas and all of that that is just getting suffocated by the budget, time constraints, the creator's determination to show as much characters and cool moments as possible and (as far as i can tell rn, bc god some of these characters and plotlines have no reason to be in this season) lack of ability to clearly prioritise for the sake of a better plot that has time and space to breathe.

helluva, on the other hand, seems like a show that started out with barely any idea of what they want to do with the characters and the plot and resorted to making up things on the go. and unlike hh they do drag out some of their plotlines, the ones they like the most and thus want to keep them plot relevant as long as possible.

and i feel like if the shows' production circumstances were switched, maybe the pacing issues of both of them would have been fixed? Or at least smoothed over. Hazbin would have been a idk 8 season webseries with all the time in the world to show every little and big thing. Helluva's time constraints that would force the writers to cut the stuff they least care about and it would be a much lesser pain and grief.

tho, ultimately, blaming this on circumstances and what-could-have-beens is not really productive. the writers still need to understand the importance of having at least a story outline with an ending before jumping into making a serialized show. you can't just "figure things out as you go" without your story suffering from it. And sometimes if you have a massive cast of OCs and plotlines, the best thing is to cut some of them out, give their plotlines to other characters, merge some characters, etc, this may be painful and headache inducing, but your story may end up better and cleaner from it.

#helluva is a show that left the idea brainstorm stage too early and hazbin is a show that spent too much time there #hazbin critical #helluva critical #hazbin hotel criticism #hazbin hotel critical #hazbin hotel critique #helluva boss critique #helluva boss critical #helluva boss criticism #lovin rambles

[marilynthornhilllover]

When you call my name. do you think I'll come running? { chapter 6}

+ my heart skips a beat at once

+ when did it end? All the enjoyment...

+ I'm sad again

Alcina dimitrescu x fem!reader

Warning: kidnapping, broken bones , anxiety, depression, implied pain, chronic pain and depression, heavy violence, grief, regret, anger, frustration, sadness, depression. etc HUGE PLOT TWIST. HUGE CLIFFHANGER. read chapter 5 here!

Reader's pov*

You felt as if you've been running for hours on end. Your chest was raising and falling heavily with every breath you took. Your heart was pounding against your chest so hard you thought it would eventually rip itself out and run away. You stopped and held onto a tree, taking a large capacity of air into your lungs - man did it feel nice. You dropped your bag of supplies and sat down on top of it. You looked up at the sky and sighed. Luckily for you, you've made it to the middle of the forest called middle crew, mainly from lyans always hunting in groups and only reaching as far in the middle before hunters killing them off..but you haven't had any encountered any lycans or worse - mother miranda.

You took out some water and began to gulp it down rapidly. After drinking the entire bottle you threw the bottle away but that's when you heard a branch crack. Your entire body froze as you listened again.

Crack

Another twig crunched. At first you thought It was the bottle you threw but now it's clear that it's not. You slowly slid yourself up the tree while getting up - this way you won't make any unnecessary noise to inform your predator what you were doing. You remember alcina saying that lyans can smell fear, it's a natural instinct of them. Since..well before they died fear was all they knew.

You grabbed your bag and pulled it over your shoulder. You looked back and saw no one. You carefully started tip toeing away from your current position. That's when you heard another twig crack, so you immediately froze once again.

" y/n" you heard. Your eyebrows quirk as you dropped your bag. Was your brain playing trick on you? Or was it really alcina? Even if it was why would she call your name so loud, knowing the situation.

"Y/n!" You heard her whisper, but it was almost like a shout. You emerged from behind the tree and saw alcina standing some good distance away from you.

" alcina?" You called out looking at her weirdly. Something about the way she looked made you scared to your bones. Your gut was telling you to run for your life and never look back.... but why?.

Each step you took backwards she followed.

" what are you doing here?" You asked slowly looking for ways you can escape. She chuckled softly and took three steps towards you. She sighed as she looked at the mixture of confusion and fear on your face. She placed her hands behind her as if she was a shy little kid and looked up at you through lidded eyes.

She chuckled again and stood up straight. That's when she gaved you the most sinister smirk and your heart dropped. Alcina started to melt and reform. You watched in horror as her eyes disappeared and her body moved like a snake trying to find its home.

Suddenly miranda appeared infront of you. Needles started piercing through your skin as realization hit you like a moving train at 100 miles per hour.

Miranda can shape-shift....

You didn't know whether or not to run, hide or fall to your knees and beg the earth to save you by opening up and swallowing you - but neither one couldn't save you....

Your breathing started to get expeditious as your body was still trying to process what's happening or rather... what's going to happen.

" Oh little lamb... are you scared?" She asked in a caring voice, almost mocking really. She faked a pout as she took a step closer to you, but stopped dead in her tracks when you backed away. Tears began to form in your eyes as you shook your head in disbelief. You mouthed the word 'no' and miranda let out a squeal of a laugh.

" you didn't really think I was alcina, your so called lover did you?" She asked and when she saw that fear started take it's rightful place in your eyes as your breath got faster she took a step closer to you. Tilting her head to the side, studying your expressions.

" when you call her name.... do you really think she'll come running?" She asked softly walking up to you, until your back hit a tree.

" Well well, dimitrescu really has you under her love spell doesn't she" she chuckled walking around the tree, leaving cravings with her sharp deadly golden talons. She stopped right in front of you and looked at you dead in the eyes. You could feel her blue eyes piercing into your soul, ripping every good thing that was felt in you.

" who is lady dimitrescu?" She asked, her voice now high pitched, startling you. You were basically shaking with fear. No one wanted to die by the hands of miranda. Matter of fact no one wants to die.

" she's not a monster" you whispered, looking at her from head to toe. Dressed in her long sleeve, floor length black dress with a sliver and black cloak with bits of gold across her shoulder that had her coat of arms on it. You realized that her feet could not be seen, there was thick layers of feathers covering them entirely. Although her cloak has a hair vail, you were still able to see her golden blonde-ish grey-ish hair.

" to whom do I speak to?" She asked her voice probably colder than Antarctica and sharper than Russian blades. Miranda spoke in a way that was soft, yet she demanded an answer, she allowed you time to answer, yet punishment for hesitation was always given.

" alcina is not a monster..." You whispered, finding the last bit of courage you had in you to use against the black god standing before you. You would always defend alcina, even though she was who she was. You didn't care if miranda kills you for her, even though you don't want to die you'd take your death. You loved alcina. And you hope she'd do all the things you do for her for you.

" telling me who she isn't, doesn't tell me who she is, a smart girl like you should know that. What are you on earth for? pretty looks? That you certainly don't have? I don't even know how alcina could defy me for you.... your as worthless as Heisenberg.... oops don't tell him I said that. Matter of fact, do tell him. I mean what is he going to do? Hit me with his hammer?" She asked her voice raspy as she laughed like a crazy person.

" how am I going to tell him that?" You asked sarcastically. Miranda stopped laughing and looked at you seriously, before laughing again before it came to a halt.

" That's right little one. Your a nobody, to some you exists and to others you weren't even born" your blood boiled as you looked her dead in the eyes.

" fuck you miranda" you spoke before running off. You didn't know what made you think it was possible to out run mother miranda even though you were a fantastic runner. A super natural force lifted you up off the ground and slammed you against a tree, repeating this process until you were weak.

She grabbed your limp body before it was able to fall to the ground and held you up. She allowed you to fill your lungs with air for a while before she started choking you, lifting your body high above the ground all together. Miranda threw back her head and laughed in your face. You quickly grabbed her hand that was around your neck, slightly pulling it down with any strength left in you, this way she wouldn't kill you on the spot from strangulation.

" why are you running from the heat in the kitchen when your the one that volunteered to cook?" She asked smiling at you innocently. She smiled as you started to trash against the tree, loosing air more quickly than she thought you would.

" you can run but you can't hide, you should know that" she spoke, her voice dark and sultry.

She dropped you. You gasped for air as your body fell from the air but mid way she grabbed a tree trunk that was suitable for her hand and slammed it against your stomach. You felt the impact and screamed. When you fell to the floor that's when you started feeling pain. The pain was unbearable. You thought you were going to die on the spot. For sure she had a broken rib cage. You protected your stomach by wrapping your arms around yourself.

You started crying.

" weak!" She screamed. She angrily picked you up and threw you against a tree. How the fuck did she get this strength you didn't know because if you did you'd go sign up to get it too. You sobbed as you whimpered trying to crawl your way from her.

" YOU HEAR ME?! YOUR WEAK" she screamed more, making the birds that were sitting on the trees fly away as she stepped on your arm breaking it. You cried out very loudly. Miranda froze as she felt the scream in her bones.

" ah yes. The scream of love.... your calling for your lover..... but she's not here is she?" She mocked you as she knelt to be on the same eye leavel as you. She took a strand of sweaty hair that was sticked to your face and placed it behind your ear. She 'tsk' in a cooing way.

" worthless, weak and desperate.... if alcina loved you wouldn't she be here? Oh wait! Let me rephrase.... would she have sent you out here knowing well enough I would be lerking in this forest?" She smirked. " I told alcina theses same words.... with blood and sweat i will find you..." She whispered before standing back up straight.

Your vision started to get blurred as you were starting to lose consciousness. The pain was becoming too much. But upon remembering how much you suffered when you were once in Miranda's captive you tried the fight the pain... and the unfightable force to.. sleep...

" don't fight it my love.... everything will hopefully be alright" that was the last thing you heard, along with seeing miranda's ugly face before you passed out.

Alcinas pov *

Alcina was waken by a sudden loudness of a heartbeat - your heartbeat. She squinted her eyes to see what time it was on her digital clock. She sighed and sat up against her headboard. She looked around her room darkness prorated her eyes. The other side of the bed was cold as ever, regret started to fill her cells in her body, realizationhit her just as it had hit you. The call was late.....

Why hadn't Donna called her yet?

Alcina flew up from her bed and immediately ran out of her room, maids jumping as they moved out the her way as she walked quickly towards her study.

She opened the door, almost pulling off the handle.

" good morning my lady, your up quite early!what would you like for breakfast-"

Slam

Elizabeth stood there stunned but she sighed and went downstairs.

Alcina moved quickly towards the phone in her study and dialed Donna house number.

" PICK UP THE FUCKING PHONE DONNA" she shouted putting one hand on her hip as she held the bridge of her nose with the other. The phone rang for another minute before Donna picked up. The lady one the other line had only gotten up a few minutes ago to get an hour of meditation before sitting down to have her morning tea with her doll, before a ringing of a phone interpreted her peace.

She groaned as she walked swiftly towards the phone and picked it up.

" hello-" before she could answer properly and ask who it was alcina was aleady shouting at her.

"WHERE IS SHE?" alcina shouted through the phone making Donna pull it away from her ear with a whine, from the loudness of the phone.

" good morning to you too alcina, look i'll go look for her later today and bring her to you, i was tired i-" alcina cut her off shouting again.

" LATER TODAY? ITS 2:45 AM DONNA! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE IN THE FOREST SINCE MIDNIGHT, SHES SUPPOSED TO BE CROSSING MIDDLE CREW NOW WHERE MIRANDA LERKS-" alcina was cut off by a blood curling scream.

Only she heard it. She felt it in her heart, she felt the pain, the distress, the confusion, the betrayal, she felt everything you were feeling. She immediately knew mother miranda had already gotten to you. Alcina hang up the phone with Donna and immediately called Miranda's lab line.

The Phone rang out and went straight to voice mail.

"FUCK! ANSWER THE PHONE YOU BITCH" she mumbled to herself. Alcina could feel her very own heart racing from out of her chest. She needed to know you were ok... that you were going to be ok.

She called again and finally miranda answered.

" I knew I would receive a call from my dearest daughter-" before Miranda could go on alcina cut her off.

"WHERE THE FUCK IS Y/N! I SWEAR MIRANDA IF YOU HURT HER I'LL - " alcina stopped as miranda spoke.

" YOU'LL DO WHAT?!" She screamed through the phone. Alcina fell silent knowing there was little to nothing she could actually do, because miranda has you under lock and key protection. Tears started to form in alcinas eyes as she held her forehead in her hands, crying - sobbing.

" Well will you look at that.... the big bad wolf actually crys" miranda said, her voice cracking exposing the sympathy she had for alcina deep down inside. As she spoke up again it disappeared just as it had appeared.

" I told you alcina..... many years ago..... if you can still remember the pain I HAD TO PUT YOU THROUGH.... I told you If you ever dared to go against me that I WOULD TAKE WHAT EVER IT IS THAT YOU LOVE MOST! now your lucky I have compassion for thoses girls and am proud of the young women they became because I gaved them to you and I would not hesitate to cut them down!" She shouted and alcina sobbed into her hand.

She couldn't risk the girls she loved them.... but she also loved you.... your the first person she had ever loved in over a thousand years.

" I want to test her, to see if she can be evas vessel... if not she'll probably turn out like you..." She said coldly but with a hint of of that you'll be Eva's vessel.

" MIRANDA NO PLEASE! SHE'LL DIE IF YOU TEST ON HER! THE MOLD WILL KILL HER ON THE SPOT.PLEASE DON'T HURT HER PLEASE! I'LL GET YOU SOMEONE ELSE FROM THE VILLAGE! I'LL DO ANYTHING PLEASE! I'LL TAKE HER OUT OF THE COUNTRY NO OF US WILL EVEN REMEMBER SHE WAS HERE!" Alcina protested.

" no alcina. I gaved you a chance to get rid of her and you DISOBEY ME! ME!!!" She screamed at the last word as if she was insulted.

" BUT THATS NOT FAIR SHE WAS HALF WAS ACROSS! YOU STOPPED HER!" Alcina shouted.

"TO WHOM DO YOU SPEAK TO!? AFTER EVERYTHING I'VE DONE FOR YOU! YOU HAVE THE AUDACITY TO RAISE YOUR VOICE AT ME! YOU UNGRATEFUL PIECE OF SHIT!" miranda shouted. Alcinas heart stopped as she got flashbacks.... that was a sentence her mom used to say alot. Alcina didn't want to become the next reigning queen of the village she wanted to play jazz aboard, but of course that was below her mom's standards for her.

" mother please...." She whispered her voice breaking as tears overflowed her eyes and clouded her vision.

" I love that girl mother...... just as you loved eva" alcina whispered. Hoping in her heart that miranda would give her a second chance or even give you a second chance, it was rare but its also possible.

" I'll take her stand, please mother just don't hurt her...." alcina whisper again.

" she's my one chance of survival and happiness..." alcina muttered choking on her tears.

There was a long silence over the phone of Miranda's end .... alcina thought that miranda was thinking about it.

" NO! I GAVED YOU MANY CHANCES! MY DECISION IS FINAL THERE WILL BE NO ARGUMENT! YOU WILL PAY FOR WHAT IS DUE" miranda ended the call and alcina fell to her knees crying and choking on her tears. Alcina felt her heart rip in half.... it had no use now.... it might as well come out of her chest and leave her heartless....

Alcina couldn't stop thinking of you..... she did this to you.... she brought danger to your door. She hurt you. She made you feel pain that you didn't even think was possible to be felt. Alcina felt like she should die.... if your hurting because of her she deserves to die.

Meanwhile you layed on the lab bed in Miranda's personal lab as she stood above you....

She was talking.... you were hearing her, something about was she was about to do would hurt but you weren't listening.... you didn't care. You wanted to die.... you wanted to see alcina one last time before you do. Wanted to hear her voice tell you it's going to be ok but truthfully it's not. Hear her say she loves you.... she misses you.... she just wants to hold you... hear her sing songs in Romanian til you fall asleep... help you pick roses from the garden and kisses your finger when you get pricked.

You knew if she got a chance to speak to you one last time that everything would be lies. Alcina said she doesn't want to hurt you but the phrase ' I love you draga mea' alone has caused you so much pain and hurt.

You felt weak as miranda injected you with some greenish brownish substance.... you couldn't fight it.... you wanted to but why bother.... as miranda said Your a nobody, to some you exists and to others you weren't even born.... there's something called fight or flight.... and right now you were willing to risk it all and chose flight....

You were done fighting.... done loving....

You started twitching and shaking on the table as miranda mumbled 'shit' or and over again as she tried to hold you down but it wasn't working.

" please y/n! Shit! Hey! I can't lose you! Alcina can't lose you! Fight it! Do it for alcina please!" She shouted as she tried containing you but nothing worked. Tears formed in her eyes as she realesed you. With alcinas already raging anger plus this happening miranda was sure that alcina would surely find a way or even strength to kill her....

The heart line went flat, ringing in Miranda's ear ad your body laid there unmoving......

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[loganlermanstanaccount]

I love your most recent Miguel fic! I do have a question tho for my hearts sake? Is Miguel actually fucking all those girls? Idk why but I don’t think I could ever look past someone doing that in my vicinity and then seeing potential romantic relationships with them… like I wouldn’t be able to look past how infatuated he seems with all of them in the moment and it would be hard not to compre myself to the tule of girl he brings in, my trust issues would be BUZZZIN lol.

If so, could I ask what made you characterize him as such? Was it like more a trope that caught your attention so you decided to explore it? Or does he really seem like the type to you? All are very genuine and curious questions by the way I love love your writing it’s incredible💕

Hey, happy to answer the question, so I'll spoil under the cut!

short answer: yes and no

long answer: he has a history of sleeping around, but isn't actively sleeping with them.

I do think this version of Miguel (combo of film and comics) sleeps around but not necessarily for the sake of it. his daughter died 3 years ago, a daughter he had young already, so he is emotionally stunted, and unable to deal with his loss. he's searching for intimacy and unable to commit due to both his grief and family history. I'm writing him loosely along the lines of comic Miguel's backstory: abusive (non-bio) dad, conchata's (his mum) behaviour towards that etc, etc - and how he's felt duty to take care of the people around him, and failed twice, in his eyes (his family, and then gabi).

it's more of a ploy to get reader riled up and potentially out of the house. I've attempted to set up that reader is very passive and avoidant, even when things go wrong around the house, so he is essentially escalating to see when she'll snap and react - bro is a scientist and is experimenting lmfao. the people he's faking sleeping around with he has slept with in the past / has a friendship with so they kinda go along with it cuz a) they think it's harmless and b) let him get away with it cuz he's had a rough few years. Reader is also an unreliable narrator: a lot of aggression and situations are exaggerated / perceived wrong; which also infuriates Miguel to no end, hence why he keeps escalating. this is still kind of insane, but it's a fic so who cares lmfao

I'm also trying to establish a reluctance to commit with reader due to last relationships - which us why they will (eventually) fall into a fwb situation. and then all the emotions and insecurity (on both ends) as y'all pretend the relationship is surface level.

anyways this is a long ass way to say people grieve in different ways, he hasn't really worked through his baggage, and it's affecting how he interacts with other people. I understand the emotional implications and there's no way in hell that I personally cld be with a straight up fuckboy - which is why I'm writing him more complicated than that.

thank you for the question anon and i hope this isn't too boring 😭

#miguel o'hara x reader #rigor mortis 😼 #kat_asks📝📝

[sasukeless]

2 If you’re still doing the controversial ask game

hi

2) was sasuke right?

ahh this billion dollar question isn’t it. i feel like this is the top 1 most discussed thing on this app for years, i have read every side of it.

to give #my opinion, im gonna go with yes. but its far more complicated, like most things are with naruto lol. i believe sasuke is right because he sees there’s a flaw in the existing system around him and to finally do something about it the only way to do that it’s to get ride of the system from the root.

now, as much as i agree with sasuke there i don’t agree with the way he tries to do that revolution. i dont mean this in a “oh violence wont be fixed with more violence” bs. i mean this because where sasuke’s goals are born for and how they affect his plans.

when sasuke finishes listening to the kages and it’s coming up with his thoughts, he immediately is bombarded by memories of itachi (itachi only, not his clan) and itachi’s words to him. when he states he will not let the village be destroyed he does it by adding “itachi’s will”. when sasuke is dying in the war arc his only thoughts again are that he doesn’t want to waste what itachi wanted to die. this shows us very clearly that sasuke’s revolution is very influenced by itachi’ wants. a little different, sure but still the same. which makes sense why his goal at vote2 is destroy the last person he loves and bear the hatred of everyone so the villages can have peace between them as long as they focus all on him. and this is quite what itachi did, just on a bigger scale. naruto = uchiha clan. the villages = konoha. sasuke = itachi.

^this is where many people complain that kishimoto had to turn sasuke ooc to make him evil and i can see what they mean but personally i dont view it as such when i look at what sasuke’s arc has always been. i have seen also that they dislike that post reveal sasuke’s character seems to be focus on itachi more than in his clan like in part 1 which i also disagree. itachi has been sasuke’s main influence in his character since day one. even in part 1, sasuke’s hate towards itachi isn’t just because he killed his clan, kishimoto focuses alot in showing itachi and sasuke having a loving relationship. kishimoto is very specific that sasuke’s biggest grief at the end of the day is not the massacre alone but the fact it was itachi who committed it. this is essentially what sets sasuke aside of other characters that lost their family/clans/parents etc. its not only what he lost but by who’s hands he lost it. so his focus has always been in itachi. so i dont think it was only part 2 that sasuke became more driven by itachi than anything else… anyways going back to the topic because im going off the rails (sorry).

sasuke has always had itachi first imo. and sasuke has always been defined by love too so ofc he’s gonna forgive the person he loves even if he doesn’t deserve it, ofc he’s gonna try to achieve that peace his brother “sacrificed” his life for (even if thru different means that he wanted you to). but while i understand and love sasuke’s character, i still think these are all very personal reasons for his revolution plans and thus why it fails.

his revolution plans are also self destructive but he doesn’t care because he still views it as his ultimate duty (again why he was so distraught when he was about to die without doing anything). he wants to become the bearer of all evil, and pain and hatred and wants to be all alone, even tho that is something that has caused alot of his pain in the past, he even talks about possible immortality and its just, well sad. you can tell hes about to sell his own doom because he thinks thats what he has to do to fix everything. he is ready to become a martyr. and forgive me but i view as that as a very tragic

so while i will always view him as being in the right, because when you put him in comparasion to most characters that doesnt realize whats wrong w the shinobi world, he will always come as one of the few that actually isn’t blind (even if its framed as bad for pointing that the system needs to be destroyed), i still dont think his plans are the right ones

#ask game #whats great about sasuke is that hes a very complex and layered character I will day THE MOST complex and also consistently developed in #the manga #unfortunately theres alot of bias when it comes to reading him #sorry this took me this long to answer i wanted to put all my thoughts but also i dont think i did completely idk #if theres typos in this I am sorry #mine

[thegratefulsouth]

Alright I have just finished Season 1 of TWD DD and I have thoughts and questions and feelings. And energy!

I am very new to this fandom, and while I've done some searches in places, I'll still just apologise in advance for being repetitive and missing stuff. I will miss stuff every time.

I'll get Laurent out of the way, and even though it's all connected for me, the rest is Caryl.

#1 So Laurent. I have questions about his ability to see into the future. He was convinced Daryl would survive the Gladiator battle, he knew they'd all end up back together. Is this a real thing? Is it coincidence in faith? The drawing I don't care about, I'm not sure how involved he is with the manipulations, but he should definitely be able to feel that this is happening with Isabelle, given his empathic nature. So in that case, does he sense there is a reason to go along with her ways, for a future purpose we don't know about yet.

The empathic thing:

Episode 1, he says to Daryl "You're homesick. I see it in your eyes. I feel things. In my stomach. I feel your sadness." Episode 5, he tells Madame Genet that she isn't angry; her heart is broken.

He can distinguish sadness between heartbreak and homesickness- these are very specific feelings. Are there more examples? Not sure when I'll be able to watch it back. Is this significant? Is there a point to this? Is he going to make the match? Is he going to be overwhelmed by Carol's grief and guilt, though hopefully she'll just be happy and relieved when he meets her (hopefully!!).

"Daryl why don't you just kiss Carol like she wants you to?"

What are the rules around this? I don't know how it works.

#2 Second up! The boats. Is there any evidence that any of the boats have any significance? I know they probably just make sense with the location and the storyline, etc. But when Laurent cuts the boat loose, Daryl is losing his most immediate TANGIBLE lifeline to Carol and that is because a BOAT has drifted. A boat.

Okay, and also, I was thinking about this on my long drive to work this morning and I swear to the husks of dust on my Jim Shore Dorothy and Glinda figurine, Spotify threw THIS song I've never heard before at me. Yes, PIRATE song. Pirate song by mehro. But dear god the lyrics.

"Are you ready to let me in?"

"I've been trying to believe what I said is what I need."

This is such a haunting, beautiful song. I'm so thrilled to discover this artist. I'm not immune to dissolving into a puddle on the side of the road when I hear a new song that spins me out. I feel things so intensely. I'm going to do a post just for this song. This song is Caryl to me.

#3 Daryl's longing for Carol in a ramble:

I like the connection between Daryl saying "I have family back home," and Carol in the teaser clip saying Daryl is the only family she has left. It feels like a string, tying them together. Feels like they're on the same damn boat. Emotionally.

I just want to touch on the name dropping Who Are Your Friends scene with Laurent. Even though I have no idea whether this scene is supposed to have any significance or if it's just supposed to be a simple moment of connection for these two. Regardless, it is significant. Every second beyond about a week just is. So to touch on Laurent again, I'm just wondering is it possible that Daryl's a little guarded here, because he knows the kid's intuitive? Does he feel like he needs to be more careful with his emotions? He's already elevated. But he says Connie's name really easily. It's easy for him to say her name and I think that says a lot. He's trying to connect with the kid, so of course Judith and RJ pop up. Daryl got himself started, and there's a very slight gap, while he's thinking before he offers up Ezekiel. That's where he should say Rosita but she's gone, or Aaron (but too much missage? Their bond), Michonne's not there! Oh, Ezekiel! They were starting to get along? They had a hug and everything? I don't know. I like the link between Connie and Ezekiel though. Anyway Daryl has to say Carol because she is his heartbeat, so he manages to get that out and then he stops. No more names.

Laurent says they sound nice and is Daryl's response a little defensive? Even though Laurent's just a kid, he's a little intense. Daryl says, "Yeah, how do you know?"

I think that's interesting. Like he's shared as much as he's comfortable sharing and then he wants to bundle his family back up again. It's painful to talk about Carol because he misses her and he promised her and she cried when he left and she is his soulmate. She's a little too precious and valuable to be spoken about by someone who hasn't even met her.

Alrighty now I need to go find some gifs for that song post.

#caryl #caryl is endgame #caryl positivity

[highpriestess13]

Eclipse Energy Reading

Collective, the energy of the eclipse that happened yesterday is going to bringing in a lot of endings but beautiful beginnings. Some of you may be conceiving, this may also be someone you have children with may wanting to reconcile and reconnect to make things worse or to bring the passion back. For others, this is you nurturing your younger self and bringing life back to something from the past whether it’s past feelings coming back or past projects that you used to desire coming back but this would be a time for you to care and nurture it because it’ll bring such joy to you and your inner child. Many of you are needing to tap back into your child like energy especially when it comes to creating and being creative. Think like a kid some times… don’t be afraid to be imaginative and letting your imagination fly.

I see that you still have ties to things that have hurt in the past, this may also be grief, trauma, etc. a lot of you are needing to do a cord cutting ritual to release ties with these energies. It’s time to free up space and declutter. Everything is working out for you but you’re in need of a good but deep relief (don’t take that out of context 👀😂), hell, some of y’all might need some good ole loving 😏. I feel like you’re also wanting to or are thinking about letting go of the hope of something working out because you’ve been hurt before or there’s a chance of being hurt. For some, you’ve let go of something but you’re still in very high hopes… this is giving the energy of being positive and optimistic and keeping your head held high. Something probably didn’t work out for you in the beginning but with your faith being so strong and you being persistent to make it work, you’ll receive what you’ve been praying for. Some times detours/ rejection are necessary because it pushes you towards things that you’re more equally aligned with. There’s something significant with strings or chords… 🤷🏾‍♀️

You’re currently being guided towards more calmer waters of the mind. There’s a sense of leaving something or things behind and the moment you do so, you’ll bring so much enlightenment and alignment into your life. There’s worry on your mind and in your heart.. some of you could be grieving and wanting personal space right… this may also be some of you facing depression. I feel like it’s only temporary but you are expected to go through the waves. If you feel something is lacking, the key is to go within, if you feel like you’re not getting what you’re wanting, it’s time to go within, if you’re feeling doubtful and worrisome… it’s time to go within. Go within to find the root as to why you may be feeling the feelings that you do. Bring yourself back into emotional and spiritual enlightenment. You feel something coming don’t you? 😏 you’re not far off! 33,333… it’s time to go back within self and align closely with your spirit team and your intuition. 44,66 and 3333 are your confirmations. Some of you may be feeling spirits or your spirit team around you more often, so the veil might be pretty thin.

Take control of your thoughts, there’s a need to have a different outlook. Many of you are needing to go by water and/ or nature. If you’re looking to move, I see you getting the idea to move somewhere that has a lot of trees, grass… nature in general. Collective, you’ve elevated so much and you’re surrounded by angelic beings, gods/ goddesses, deities, etc. the more you elevate the more you’re surrounding yourself more with higher vibrational energies, people and things.

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[dracofeathers]

Calling Fic Writers! Story Idea? -Angst-

If this is already something someone has made, ya'll need to link me ASAP cause its been rotting in my brain all week (if not longer) and I very highly doubt I'd ever be able to write it properly LOL. Art? Maybe...

Please excuse my scatterbrained explanation. I'll probably be adding to this as my little angst-loving brain thinks of more details.

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So, after x amount of time, Aziraphale returns/escapes to the bookshop from Heaven and being Supreme Archangel....just completely defeated, dazed, exhausted and just about broken/verge of breakdown. I've pictured the scene with or without his wings. Crowley and Muriel are there (or at least Crowley) and are understandably surprised/confused.

He just collapses in a sobbing heap muttering and crying "I'm sorry" "Please" "You/we can't do this" "Why" "I don't want to fall" among other unintelligible words, but doesn't seem to quite be with it enough to attempt to explain whats going on. Maybe he'd gain very slight, brief clarity upon seeing Crowley (who has also been a mess), keeps apologizing, begging for forgiveness (from him? Her? Both? Maybe) until finally passing out.

Of course Crowley steps up and tries to take care of him, and figure out whats going on. Because no matter how mad he might get at Aziraphale, how hurt he was by the end of S2, he'll always return and help his angel, because he loves him. Also I'm positive Crowley already knows Aziraphale didn't make that choice easily, that he hurt the angel as well. Bountiful soft, care-taking Crowley here because I live for it.

Eventually when Azi is a bit more stable, (as he would often rotate between quiet desolate/defeated shell shock, and near hysterical crying in fear and grief) Crowley gets bits and pieces of what happened out of him.

The "Supreme Archangel" position was merely a sort of placeholder/fake title, not an actual promotion. Because why would they want to actually give Aziraphale that kind of power to potentially use against them and their plans? He was dangerous enough

The Metatron (and other angels) lied/manipulated Aziraphale the whole time to get him to do what he/heaven wanted. And to of course separate him and Crowley. Possible eventual threats towards Crowley and others to keep Azi "in line". Book of life?

Plans of course include the second coming as it was mentioned, but I'm sure there are others mixed in. More apocalypse starting schemes etc. Never really give the full details and kept the real plans secret. Jesus only mentioned, never seen (very suspicious). Azi tries to investigate but keeps getting interrupted or thwarted. Kept a very close eye on.

Much gaslighting/mental and emotional abuse and manipulation, slowly wearing Aziraphale down in order to break and better control him. No erasing/changing of memories cause its over done to me.

God is still MIA and no one knows whats going on with Her. The Metatron says he speaks with Her, but lets face it he can't be trusted. Definitely scheming on his own with others, maybe Hell as well?

Aziraphale never falls of course, I couldn't do that to our precious angel. He'd be traumatized enough anyway.

Aziraphale tries to be a good angel so bad it hurts, wants to believe in Heaven and "The Great Plan" but is only ever hurt and betrayed for all his efforts up there.

I WILL MAKE THESE TWO WILL HAVE A PROPER TALK I SWEAR

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I just really love hurt/comfort, angst and them taking loving tender care of each other. They would have a happy ending of course. This is how I cope until season 3, don't judge me xD

Also, what I was listening to during this ramble:

#angst #good omens #aziraphale #crowley #the brainrot is real #ineffable husbands #why am I like this #I love them I swear #hurt/comfort #send help I cant get this out of my head #throw ideas at me #let talk angst #I dont like the metatron #eventual happy ending #listening to sad instrumental music as I write this #No Azi or Crowley hate will be tolerated #Aziracrow #wanna collab? #give me similar stories and art plz #they both need hugs #Youtube

[etaleah]

The thing that pains me the most about recent Shadow portrayals being all “Friendship is for the weak! It’s pathetic! I don’t NEED friends!” is that this is an idea that could actually be done amazingly, beautifully well if a good writer with a decent amount of creative freedom was behind it.

Picture it: Shadow is still grieving the only friend he ever had. She was stolen from him, killed before his very eyes, and he can’t bear it. He can never, ever, let that happen again because it will break him even more than he already is. And then, subconsciously, he realizes that he’ll never have to suffer the pain of losing a friend if he never has any friends to lose.

Thus begins his (again, mostly subconscious) decision to push people away and make sure nobody can be his friend. Because that way lies misery, and he knows better this time. He’ll protect himself by keeping everyone at arm’s length. Anybody who tries to get too close will be pushed away.

The other characters don’t realize this, of course. They don’t know about the details of Shadow’s experience with Maria, so they have no choice but to assume he’s just like this, but the audience knows where he’s really coming from. We know that Shadow is acting from a place of grief, fear, and trauma, using the only defense mechanism he knows, but the characters mistake those traits for anger and hatefulness.

Think of the conflict and tension possibilities! You could have Rouge or Sonic or Cream or someone else trying so hard to reach out to Shadow, thinking there must be some good under all that harshness, and he gets scared and starts putting up emotional walls. Maybe they fight over this, yell at him, demand to know what they ever did to make him be so mean to them, and he doesn’t want to tell them because no one understands and maybe he doesn’t even fully understand why he’s like this because Shadow has a hard time with feelings. You could even have moments where he’s tempted to lower his walls, when he sees everybody having fun and just for a moment wishes he could do that too, but he doesn’t dare because he knows what will happen if he does.

At some point it all comes to a head, the truth comes out, there’s more fights, and eventually Shadow finally breaks down and cries because deep down he doesn’t really want to be alone, but alone is what he knows and the only option that makes him feel safe. And then you get this lovely scene of him finally being comforted, cared for, told that it’s better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all, etc., with him finally being welcomed into their group at the end.

Why can’t we have that story? I would pay good money to read, watch, or play that story. I want it so badly I might just write it myself. Because it’s a much better, more sincere, and more narratively satisfying story than “Shadow looks down on friendship because he’s an asshole who thinks he’s better than everyone else for no reason.”

#shadow the hedgehog #shadow the ultimate lifeform #my thoughts #sonic the hedgehog #maria robotnik #rouge the bat #cream the bunny #cream the rabbit

[catsolas]

i can't take it anymore,

if you are not going to put any amount of effort into researching the experiences of actual mixed race people, please do not write about your white half-elf dnd/bg3 character as an oppressed minority

"not accepted by elves or humans" is such a vague statement, it's basically meaningless!!

even if you don't have a backstory fully formed in your head, your character does not live in a vacuum. "not accepted" by WHICH elves? WHICH humans? especially if they live in a sword coast city -- why would those elves and humans they pass on the street have any care in the world about their existence as a half elf??

is the character going in to elven grocery stores, speaking in elvish only for the proprietor to give them a weird look or a hard time about their accent? are random humans doing double takes before asking, well where are they really from?

(actual advice below (from a biracial person if that needs to be said))

half elves are really, really not that uncommon. even if they're a rarity in their individual community, that alone isn't a reason for them to be discriminated against. elves aren't a marginalized group in most generic dnd settings or Forgotten Realms! Not human =/= oppressed!

instead, think about what the character's upbringing would have been like and what cultures they were exposed to rather than shaping them on basis of race. a biracial character isn't just someone who doesn't "fit" within a binary system, there are a hundred other factors at play, too.

let's say their elf and human heritages are opposite sides of a riverbank. if they grew up on one side primarily (raised by the elf OR human parent), did they ever get a glimpse of the other side -- whether that was sun, moon, wood elf cultures, or any number of human cultures? what did it look like? did they care about it enough to learn more on their own, or were they content to turn their back to it and stay on the side they were at? maybe they never had an opportunity to learn more!

plenty of people irl have no connection to parts of their heritage. it's up to you to decide whether that is a source of grief, shame, anxiety, etc., for your character. there's no wrong answer, but it's important to explore.

if the character grew up separated from one "side," did they ever get a chance to cross that river? how? was it on a makeshift raft, undertaken at their own peril? did they have regularly scheduled ferry trips, wherein crossing that gulf was a pleasurable or hopeful experience? why did they seek to return or visit in the first place -- was it out of curiosity or filial duty?

if they're seeking a "home" to return to because they've felt out of place in other parts of the world, do they find that there? what about these cultures resonates with them, especially if they were not exposed to it as much from a young age?

can they even speak the language of their predecessors?

diaspora creates so many different environments for people irl -- some kids of immigrants never visit their parents' homeland, while others have the wealth and resources to return regularly. different amounts of grief and obligation are felt by everyone involved in both situations. many of those who leave the community are expected to send back money, clothes, supplies, etc., if they left for a "better life"; and despite their best efforts to maintain their ties to the community, they often end up estranged from their own culture and language over time as they assimilate into their new home. it's a devastating situation especially with the history of colonialism across the globe.

but with regards to fantasy cultures of elves and humans, the possible scenarios are just as endless! a half elf character could have easily been raised by a happy couple who made an effort to share their culture, languages, and histories with their child. conversely, they could have been raised by an elven parent who, still mired in grief at the loss of their short-lived lover, raises their child with resentment borne from that grief, or an overbearing, overprotective nature to keep this "living memory" of their love alive.

maybe the character was raised by a human parent who knows nothing about the elven culture their partner came from -- maybe they feel guilty they can't share it with their child, and maybe they don't. an inherent talent for magic from fae ancestry etc. could be at play here as well, which the parent might or might not be familiar with. something else to consider is that the human parent may only live for a fraction of their child's life even if they die of old age. (this is true in real life as well, obviously, but of slightly different significance here)

tl;dr you can play a half elf like they're a human but with darkvision, it's fine. but if you're wanting to explore how their mixed heritage would shape them, especially for backstory trauma reasons, consider in what ways they're an outsider -- and to whom.

#bg3 #dnd #idk i'm just shouting into the void #but genuinely hope this is helpful in any way to someone somewhere #one day i'll get to the weirdly polarizing focus on drow and colorism i've been seeing recently #sometimes i look at my tl and feel like i've been transported back to 1910 #and it's just about ELVES