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Francis Drake Main Story

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The historical figures who were resurrected as vampires have made contracts with Comte, except for Napoleon.

Napoleon was revived against his will, without a contract, and had become a being with both human and vampire traits.

Comte: "Based on what I've heard, it's possible that Drake arrived at the mansion through the same circumstances as Napoleon did."

Comte: "Although it's still a mystery how historical figures can come back to life as sort of half-vampires, even if they didn't ask for it."

Drake: "Hold on."

Drake raised his hand to stop Comte.

Drake: "I can accept that this is the 19th century, but all this talk about resurrections and vampires is getting crazy. Can you at least tell me more about what's happening?"

Drake, who had been smiling nonchalantly, looked confused.

Napoleon: "I understand how you feel."

Mitsuki: "Me too..."

(When I came to the mansion, I couldn't keep up with all the unrealistic stories either.)

I totally understand how Drake felt.

Feeling sympathetic, I decided to make a suggestion to Comte.

Mitsuki: "Comte, I think we need to explain the situation."

Mitsuki: "And since he doesn't have a place to go, why don't we let him stay at the mansion for a while?"

Drake: "........."

It would have taken at least another month for the door to open again. Even when it did, there was no guarantee it would be stable.

Considering the recent abnormalities in the door, he's lucky he was able to reach the mansion.

And if Drake was supposed to have died in his original time, he may have no place to return to.

Even though it wasn't my problem, just thinking about it made my heart tighten.

Mozart: "Are you crazy? This pirate just attacked us out of nowhere."

Arthur: "I can't say I don't understand the situation. Of course, attacking Mitsuki was unforgivable, but I'm also worried about letting him roam freely."

Dazai: "He's right. It would be a problem if he got a sudden bloodlust and bit someone on the street."

Drake: "Wait, there's a possibility I could turn into some sort of wild animal? Me?"

Sebastian: "On that note, we have both Rouge and Blanc here in the mansion. They should help manage both your meals and impulses."

Napoleon, who had fought with Drake, glanced at him.

Napoleon: "I can't sense any hostile intentions from him anymore. If this guy does something weird, we'll do something about it."

Napoleon: "Right, Jean?"

Jean: "Of course."

Drake: "You guys are reliable yet intimidating."

Napoleon and Jean nodded to each other, and everyone's gaze turned to Comte.

Leonardo: "What's your decision, Comte?"

Comte: "........."

Comte: "Drake, can you promise not to harm anyone?"

Drake: "Yeah, sure. If you're worried, you can keep an eye on me."

Comte nodded in response and untied the rope binding Drake.

Comte: "Then I welcome you. Maybe you came to this mansion guided by something."

Arthur: "A miraculous and fateful encounter, perhaps?"

Drake: "Seems like an overly dramatic fate to me."

Drake: "Anyway, sorry for the terrible first impression. I'll be in your care from now on, so let's all get along."

Drake chuckled, and I couldn't help but relax along with him.

(He doesn't seem like a bad person.)

Mitsuki: "If there's anything I can do to help, please let me know."

Drake: "You're such a kind-hearted person."

And so, a new resident joined our mansion.

That night, after the sudden turn of events, I found myself on my bed, flipping through a book I'd brought from the library.

Mitsuki: "I wonder if it's in here. Ah, here it is."

I flipped through the book titled "Historical Figures Who Moved the World" and found the page about the person I was looking for.

The title was Francis Drake, Hero of the Sea. A page dedicated to Drake.

(Sebastian sometimes scolded me for being clueless, so I should at least learn something about Drake since we're going to live together from now on.)

The book mainly recorded Drake's accomplishments.

("He was the second person in history to circumnavigate the world. Queen Elizabeth awarded him the title of knight for his achievements during the voyage.")

(He discovered the Drake Passage during his voyage. Come to think of it, I've seen it on the map!)

I was surprised to learn that the famous landmark on the map was named after him.

At the same time, it was mentioned that he had committed numerous acts of piracy, such as attacking enemy ships and looting valuables.

(For his homeland, he was a hero, but for someone else, he was an enemy. He lived his life amid conflict.)

I couldn't help but feel the light and shadow of history after learning the background of this historical figure.

As I continued reading, I found a description that caught my attention.

Mitsuki: "After his death due to illness, his body was placed in a lead coffin and submerged in the sea."

Mitsuki: "A sea burial?"

(History says he died and was laid to rest.)

(I wonder if something happened at that time that caused him to come back to life like Napoleon?)

I closed the book I had finished reading and lay down on the sheets.

(I never thought someone would come through that door.)

He didn't seem anxious or troubled, but he's in an unfamiliar place, so he might still face some challenges.

With that in mind, I fell asleep.

The next morning一

Drake: "Morning, little fawn."

Mitsuki: "G-Good morning, Drake."

When I came to the dining room in the morning, Drake greeted me cheerfully.

However, there was something that caught my attention.

(Does he mean me when he says little fawn?)

Mitsuki: "Um, Drake, my name is..."

Drake: "Hm? Isn't it Mitsuki? Am I wrong?"

Mitsuki: "No, you're right!"

However, what caught my attention even more was Napoleon slumped over the table beside me.

Mitsuki: "Good morning, Napoleon. You're up early today."

Napoleon: "I didn't sleep."

Mitsuki: "Huh!?"

Drake: "Haha! Last night was fun."

Apparently, after that incident, Drake received some explanations from Comte.

Comte told him that the door could potentially connect at any point in time as long as it was working normally.

He also told him about the vampire's nature and that this mansion was home to historical figures from various eras and nations.

After that, Napoleon spent the night with Drake, serving as both his guard and companion.

Drake: "Our situations are pretty similar, so I had a lot of questions for him."

Napoleon: "Then we got carried away and ended up talking all night."

Sebastian: "I heard they chatted the whole night. It would've been cool to eavesdrop on their conversation!"

Sebastian, who came out of the kitchen, offered Napoleon a warm cup of tea instead of coffee.

Drake: "Napoleon was not only a military commander, but also the Emperor of France. No wonder he's so strong."

Napoleon: "Stop teasing me."

Drake playfully slapped Napoleon on the shoulder, and Napoleon, with his eyes half-closed, swayed sleepily.

(Napoleon is a heavy sleeper, so he must have been tired.)

(It feels like they've gotten a lot closer.)

Napoleon: "I'm at my limit. I'll leave this guy to you."

Mitsuki: "Okay. Good night, Napoleon."

Napoleon stood up and left the dining room unsteadily.

After seeing Napoleon off, Drake let out a big yawn.

Drake: "Fuwah. I'm getting sleepy too."

Drake: "But before that, I'm hungry."

(This guy is so straightforward when it comes to his desires.)

(But come to think of it, he's also half like Napoleon, so he's probably hungry too.)

Sebastian: "I'll prepare breakfast. Please wait a moment."

Drake: "Sure. So you guys are on cooking duty?"

Mitsuki: "Yup. Is there anything specific you want to eat this morning?"

Drake: "Let's see."

Drake: "Blood."

(What!?)

Drake: "Just kidding. I thought vampires could only drink blood, but I'm glad they can eat regular food too."

(He said it so seriously that it caught me off guard.)

Drake: "I'll leave breakfast up to you."

Mitsuki: "Okay. Then I'll make pancakes!"

Drake: "It's nice to have a meal without any trouble. On the ship, there's always a bunch of hungry men fighting over food."

Drake: "Plus, it's great to have a pretty girl like you cooking for me."

Mitsuki: "You're quite the smooth talker, aren't you?"

As I responded, feeling a bit flustered, Theo suddenly chimed in.

Theo: "Are you also a flirt like Arthur?"

Vincent: "Good morning, Mitsuki, Sebas, and Drake."

Theo and Vincent came to the dining room.

Drake: "Let's see, you guys are the famous Van Gogh brothers, right?"

Drake: "The angel brother and the devil brother, as Arthur said."

Vincent: "I often hear that, but I think Theo is the real angel."

Theo: "B-Broer."

Drake: "Haha! Vincent, you're such a doting older brother."

(He interacts with anyone so casually.)

It might be a little unusual for someone to get so close to others in this mansion.

Theo: "Hey, Drake. Don't call him that so casually."

Drake: "Oh, then Vincent big bro."

Mitsuki ▪︎ Theo: "Vincent big bro!?"

Hearing him say that to Vincent made both Theo and me yell unintentionally.

Vincent: "Big bro. Fufu, it's refreshing to hear that since no one called me that before."

Drake: "It looks like he likes it."

Theo: "Rejected! And stop being so happy about it, broer."

Sebastian: "Drake has incredible social skills."

Mitsuki: "Pffft…ahahaha!"

I couldn't help but burst out laughing as I caught Sebastian secretly taking notes in his diary.

For some reason, after finishing his pancakes, Drake started arranging the chairs in a perfect row.

Drake: "*yawn* I'm really sleepy. I'll just take a quick nap. Nighty night."

Mitsuki: "Hey, Drake! You can't sleep here!"

Drake: "Huh, I can't? Then I'll sleep on the floor."

Mitsuki: "That's not allowed either!"

(We shouldn't encourage more people to sleep anywhere like Leonardo!)

Mitsuki: "Sebastian, is there any unused room available?"

Sebastian: "I'll need to confirm with Comte first, though if ever there is, it might not be clean."

Sebastian: "Let me show you to the guest room for now. Mitsuki, please help me prepare it."

After preparing the guest room for him to lie down, he nodded and smiled, saying it was more than enough.

Mitsuki: "Then, take your time and relax, Drake."

Drake: "Hmm. Thanks for going through the trouble, Sebastian and Mitsuki."

Just as I was about to leave the room after Sebastian一

Mitsuki: "Waah!"

He suddenly grabbed my arm and pulled me back into the room.

He pressed me against the wall, and his face came close to mine, his eyes cold.

Drake: "Hey, Mitsuki. Did you tame everyone in this mansion with your blood?"

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The Verstappen devil [09]

Somewhere only we know

Word count: 8.5 k this is a long one

A/N: A bunch of tooth rotting stuff honestly. A little bit of everything going on in this chapter and I sure hope you enjoy it. Thank you so much for your patience and I would love to read your comments and thought on it 💕

Sebastian Vettel, Redbull days. Around 2009 to 2014.

That’s a man that knew no regrets, that lived life to the fullest, thriving in his villain era, self-esteem skyrocketing fueled by wins, accomplishments and championships. He was a man that didn’t know what it was to hear a no, that whenever he wanted something he didn’t rest until he got it and whenever someone doubted him he didn’t waste a second to prove them wrong (actually, it was his favourite thing to do).

He loved seeing their shocked faces when he jumped out of the car after pulling some magnificent stunt that no one was able to replicate. Damn, he even liked to brag about it, scrub it in their faces and lose his marvels celebrating the sorrows of those who wished him wrong, the joy of his victories and the trace of champagne on his skin.

Those were his golden eyes and let me tell you:

He was a scandal.

Personally I’ve never got to see much of it, but I’ve read the papers, saw the videos and heard the commentaries of people that marveled at his talent and drive or hated his guts and his reckless behavior.

Either way, that’s the guy that lies under layers and layers of a changed man, a family man, a caring father, a loving husband, a great friend and an amazing driver.

But no matter how much time passed by or how many facets he added on, even after all this time, the spirit of that guy was alive and thriving, still somewhere deep inside of him, eager to get out and see the outside world again.

That’s why you shouldn’t be surprised by his reaction when he saw me later that day.

The guy finally saw an opening and took the wheel once my dad saw the marks and traces left by my father earlier on.

Even Schumi made honor to his last name and his father’s genes the moment that his eyes laid on my neck.

One word was needed for them to completely go off: “Jos”.

I tried to stop my dad, not fearing for my Jos’ life but more for the image that Seb will be left with if his impulsive reactions saw the light of the day.

However it was impossible to stop him, he was like a man on a mission and it was out of question to get his mind off his new target. Mick followed his tail close by but after some words from my dad he decided to stay behind.

So instead of following him behind, I buried myself in Mick's arms and allowed him to take me to my hotel room and take care of my bruised skin while I let him know, in a very audible tone, what had happened with Jos’ in that driver’s room.

He was furious, I could see it in his eyes, the way his eyebrows furrowed, the clenching jaw, the way he pressed his lips on a line and even the light tremor of his hands as carefully spreaded a healing cream on my neck.

He was aching to go out and destroy a thing or two (better if it was Jos’ face), I was thankful however that he didn’t. That he stayed behind, tried his best to control himself and take care of me in such a gentle and loving way.

I couldn’t thank him enough for that.

“I’m so sorry I wasn’t there to defend you.” He had said after minutes of silently hugging each other on the sofa.

I had cried after I told him the whole thing of how it happened and he had held me through the tears and aching heart. When his arms surrounded me the tremor was still there but this time I wasn’t sure if it was because he was angry or because he was also hurting.

That’s the thing with Mick, he feels too much.

He is able to put himself in your shoes and feel everything that you do and sometimes even more. He’s an extremely empathic person. But to my ignorance, it gets worse when it’s someone he loves, someone so important in his life.

He is not only putting himself in my shoes and feeling the damage that my dad has done, but he was also hurting because I was, because he couldn’t bear to see me in the state that I am right now. He couldn't bear the thought of him not being able to defend me when I needed him and every time he took a look at the bruises on my skin it reminded him of everything that I went through ever since I was a kid all alone.

How could someone be able to hurt his precious angel?

Someone so pure, so loving, so full of life. Only a monster could lay a hand on her and she doesn’t deserve it, heck no. All she deserves is a life full of love, of happiness, of peace, of success.

She deserves the entire world and he is willing to put it in her hand.

He also wants to go up to that oger of a man and teach him a good piece of his mind. He would’ve made sure that he doesn’t forget it, giving him a lesson so big that every time he takes a look in the mirror he would be reminded of how awful of a man he really is.

Damn, he is willing to go to jail for her.

And that is to say a lot.

One thing you have to know about Mick is that he hates confrontation, it gets so bad that if someone slapped him on the face he would put the other cheek and say ‘sorry, here’s the other one’.

(It’s an exaggeration, but you get the point).

So the fact that he is willing to face that monster, punch him right in the nose and face the consequences says a lot about how he is feeling at the moment.

We stayed on that sofa for what felt like hours, silence engulfing us, holding on to each other, as if we were each other’s strength and if one of us dared to let go we would leave the other one with half a heart.

None of us wanted to let go and that was fine by me, I needed this.

I needed him.

It was when the hotel door opened that we were obliged to separate.

My dad came into the room, blackeye, a cut on his eyebrow and red knuckles.

“Dad…” I gasped surprised, he just shook his head.

“You should’ve seen the other one, do you have ice?”

Mick quickly stood up to find some and I buried myself in my dad’s arms.

It was as if a switch turned on.

Since the encounter with Jos until this moment, most part of me pretended that It was okay, that it was something normal and nothing really happened. I tried to be strong but when I felt my dad’s arms around me, everything inside of me broke down. As If I finally understood how messed up my father was and allowed myself to grief and show the pain inside my heart.

I violently sobbed on his arms as he caressed my hair and whispered soft calming words in my ear.

“Can I go and hit him again?” I heard when I finally put myself back together, dad shook his head.

“No need to, already done.”

When we finally let go the ice melted and Mick had to go and find some more.

I didn’t ask questions about what had happened and he didn’t tell me either, maybe it was for the best.

After my dad was fed and ready to sleep, we all sat on the bed and enjoyed some comfort movie we put up.

I rested my head on Mick’s shoulder and held my dad’s hand.

“Sometimes I think that you guys forget that I’m your dad, Y/N.” He said at one point of the movie, looking between me and Mick. “There’s a lot of space in this bed, hands off my daughter Schumacher.”

Immediately Mick took off his hand of the half hug he had on my waist, red in the face and I couldn’t help but laugh at his embarrassment.

“Sorry Seb.” He murmured.

“And there’s something called personal space, put some distance between you two, there’s a lot of space in the bed.” He said putting a pillow between the two of us and an even more loud laugh escaped my lips.

“C’mon dad!” I said enjoying his sudden jealous dad behaviour.

He murmured something about the boys of these days as he wrapped his arms around my shoulders, attracting me to him and leaving a kiss on the top of my head. I laughed as I hugged his waist and paid attention to the movie.

Seb threw a look with narrowed eyes to Mick as he gave him a completely confused look.

“But why?” He formed with his lips, only for Seb to see.

“Because I say so.” My dad answered.

When it was time to sleep, both of them refused to leave my room which gave room to a sleeping arrangement discussion.

“I’m the girl and this is my room, so I take the bed.” I said as I shuffled in the bed to find a comfortable position.

“Of course princess, that wasn’t in the discussion.” Seb threw a look at Mick who started to get settled in the bed as well. “And I’m the dad, so that leaves you out of the question.”

“What?” Mick said in a high pitch quickly sitting up. “Why?”

“Because I say so, you got the floor.” Dad said laying down.

“But…” Mick looked at me for help and I just shrugged my shoulders, really enjoying this interaction. It was weird to see this side of dad but it was always fun to me to witness it. “It won't be the first time, why-?”

That’s when he dug his grave as dad rose up again and gave him a nasty look.

“Yes sir.” He quickly said, putting his head down as he got out of the bed and positioned himself on the floor.

“I swear these boys get more shameless every day.”

A laugh erupted from deep in my chest.

“But Dad, it's just Mick!”

“So? I don’t care if he is Mick or Obama. He is still a boy, no boy is sleeping in my daughter’s bed.”

When my laughter died down and silence settled in the room as everyone was drifting to sleep, I couldn’t help but think of how lucky I am to have such an incredible pair of people by my side.

What did I do to deserve them?

My line of thought was broken when a small voice broke through making me laugh all over again.

“Can I have a pillow?”

*****

The next day however was hell.

If everything hurted that night, in the morning I was dying. Every move that I did made my ribs hurt.

Not only that woke up to pictures scattered all over the internet of a very pissed off Seb with a fuming Lewis facing an annoyed Jos (how did Lewis get involved? I had no idea, don’t ask me). It was a series of pictures where it went from them screaming at each other, Lewis pushing Jos when he hit dad, Seb punching him straight in the face and then Lewis having to separate from each other.

If the media was already on their tiptoes after my little accident and discussion with Max, this had them jumping all over the place trying to understand what the heck is going on, delighted with the amount of content that we were giving to the news.

Another thing that didn’t really help much was my miserable and failed attempt to hide the marks on my neck and face. It was impossible, no amount of makeup could hide the nasty bruise on my face.

With that and dad’s swollen face they exploded.

The interviews felt like I was walking on thin ice (which in a way I was).

The press conference, the interviews, anything related to me standing in front of my camera had my PR manager growing white hair. After a lot of explaining and talking with the team, she made a point of making my apparitions as short and quick as possible.

Whenever I couldn’t escape the microphone I tried my best to find the most humorous ways to answer their questions and avoid them digging deeper than what they should’ve. Questions like: “What happened yesterday at the track?” were answered with variations of “that was a mistake on my part, see for a sec I thought that we were playing with bumper cars” or the ones of “What happened to your face?” with a “Oh, I’m a really bad sleeper.” the ones about Seb and Lewis with Jos I completely avoided with an “I have no idea, but it’s not my business either way.” a subtle way of telling them that if it is not of my business, neither is theirs.

Everything that day felt extremely slow, the tension in the paddock was high with the drivers finding out one by one about the drama of the day and you could feel the thick atmosphere. I hated how whenever I was out in public with dad (or with anyone really) I could feel the eyes of the people on us as they kept speculating about what had happened.

A few drivers came and talked to me, Lewis was one of them. Given his close friendship with my dad, he is one of the few people that knew my whole story. Also one of the reasons why he was there when they faced Jos’.

It was great not having to pretend or lie about the whole situation for once.

“He won’t show up here today, your dad taught him a thing or two yesterday and I don’t think he is presentable for a public appearance. And if he dares to come up to you again he’ll have to face not only Seb but also me. I’m getting tired of not stepping in. Don’t worry darling, we have your back.”

He said as he hugged me goodbye and jogged back to his garage. I swear I love Lewis, he is an amazing person and even more of an incredible friend.

Apart from that: Of course I had a fine for that crash. The FIA didn’t like yesterday’s incident whatsoever (doesn’t matter if I did it to help someone out, apparently, they don’t like good samaritans. Next time, let’s just let the other person die.) and they didn’t waste a second letting me know their discontent with a public release and a huge fine.

My team wasn’t happy either. After apologizing with our mechanics and team I walked over to the Red Bull’s garage and said my apologies to them also. When that was done, we had a meeting where they discussed my behaviour (and dad’s) and the damage control they had to do. Then they decided that from the next race and until they thought I was ready, my job was to be Seb’s defense and protection.

Always behind him, covering and helping in anything he needed. At least until they think I’m ready to go back to the front without making a huge mess like I did on qualy.

Honestly I wasn’t too against the idea, I knew that I screwed up their trust and if by laying low I could clean my name up and also help dad go back to his golden days, I’m more than happy to do so.

The race itself wasn’t too eventful.

I started at the back of the grid next to Verstappen. For a good 30 laps we went back and forth. I kept him eating my smoke most of the time, I defended with every bone of my being but it was until my poor Aston Martin decided that it was too much for it and it wasn’t a rhythm that it could keep up that I had to let him pass. Me staying behind with engine problems.

In some twisted way I was kind of satisfied with the race.

I had to leave, yes. But I gave everything on me to get as good a result I could and when the car broke down I was at P10 (Also knowing that I got Maxemiliano frustrated for more than 30 laps was more than enough for me).

C’mon I teached him a lesson. How does it feel to have one of the fastest cars on the grid and not be able to pass an Aston Martin?

Humbling.

Still, It was frustrating not being able to finish the race and the 33 ended up winning anyway.

As I said: frustrating.

Once I was done with all my media duties I didn’t feel like staying around. My mood was still on the floor and all I wanted was to go back home to Angie and my bed. So I made my way back to the car, ready to leave and finish with the nightmare that was being Italy when someone came up to me.

“Y/N!” A voice bathed in sunshine and happiness, accompanied with green eyes and the most beautiful bright smile catched my attention, making me lift my eyes to meet the newcomer.

“Charles, How are you?” I rested my hands on the open door of my car.

“I’m good, I’m good. Good thing I was able to catch you, you were very slippery all weekend.” He said resting his hands on his knees, catching his breath and not losing that big smile of his.

It may sound dumb but his presence is so shiny and bright, cheerful and light that it actually sticks onto you feel as happy as he is. Either that or I’m just an incredibly sensitive empath (which I’m not).

“Oh, I’m sorry about that. This weekend has been… eventful? Yeah, Let’s put it like that. I wasn’t in the mood of staying around a lot.”

“I’ve heard something about it. But are you okay though?” He asked with a worried look.

“As good as I can be.” I gave him a reassuring smile and talked again before he could comment on it. “Anyways, how can I help you?”

He hesitates for a second before speaking. “I was going to ask If I was going to see you tonight but…”

Tonight? What do I have tonight?

A flashback of Carlos commenting about a party Charles was organizing came into my brain and my face betrayed me showing that I clearly forgot about it and he just made me remember it.

“You are not coming, aren’t you?” His smile faltered and the saddened look on his face (like a kid deprived of his favourite toy) made me feel as if I’m the worst human being in history.

“No, I’m so sorry Charles.” I truly was and the tone of my voice showed it. “I completely forgot about it and I really, really just want to go home.”

“Don’t worry about it, It’s okay,” He gave me a reassuring smile, but the sad eyes were still there. “I didn’t want to go anyways.”

“Oh yeah, no, I mean yes.” He quickly replied, suddenly nervous like catched on a lie. “Yeah, it was my party but um, my friends are not going. Carlos had to… to do something and Pierre… Pierre had to… do that thing with him. So yeah, they stood me up.” His words rushed on top of each other as a red colour creeped up his neck.

Uh? He didn’t want to go?

“You’re not going? But, wasn't it your party?”

He hoped his lie was convincing. The truth is that he didn’t even know he was organizing a party before Carlos threw him under the bus in front of you. He didn’t complain though, If that meant you were going to be in the same place as him and he was going to have a chance to talk to you, he was happy. But now that you are not going, what’s the point of it?

Although his lie caused an effect he didn’t count on, now you felt incredibly guilty for bailing on him as well.

“Oh Charles, I’m so sorry. If you want I can stay over a little mo-”

“Oh no, Please no.” He quickly interrupted me. “Don’t feel sorry, you actually saved me. I wanted to go home as well, I’m quite tired.”

He gave me a reassuring smile, dimples adorning the side of his lips and I couldn’t help but smile too. A comfortable silence sits between us for a minute before he speaks again.”

“Well, I won’t stop you anymore. Have a good rest Y/N.”

“You too, see you next weekend.”

“Yeah, See you in Spain.”

He waved goodbye, turning to walk to his car as I got into mine and closed the door. When I turned the engine on and got ready to back out Charles came up with a great idea.

Spain.

Next week is in Spain. Of course! He could use that.

He turned around and trotted back to the car and knocked on the window, making me jump in surprise before stopping the car and rolling the window down.

“Hey, sorry. But I forgot to tell you, Carlos has this thing in Spain. He wanted to invite you and a few drivers over to have dinner in a place he knows. You know, given that it’s his home country and he wants to brag about it. What do you say?” He quickly said, both hands on the top of the car as he leaned over.

Dinner in Spain with some of the guys. Why not? I didn’t get the chance to meet them in a proper way yet, so this could be good.

“Sure,” I said after thinking about it for a second. “Who else is going?”

C’mon Charles, think fast. His brain is going a mile per hour.

“Well, so far Carlos, Pierre and I think Lando too.” They sure are going to kill him.

I smile and nod.

“Great. We have a deal then.” I put out my hand to shake his’ and he quickly copied my action. “See you in Spain.” I let go giving him the best of my smiles.

“See you in Spain.” He said backing out, hands in his pocket and a smile plastered on his face as he watched her back out and leave.

As soon as she got out of the parking lot, Charles took out his phone and called the most important person in the world for him right now.

“Carlos mate, I need to ask you a huge favour and you can’t say no.”

*******

There’s no better feeling than being home after a long and stressful weekend. Although It could be better If my body would allow me to catch some sleep. I’ve been tossing in my bed for the last three hours now trying to doze off but it seems that my brain made the executive decision that tonight I needed to stay awake.

I’m fuming, I’ve tried everything already, from counting sheeps to listening to every colour of noises that you can find, raining sounds, music, tea, anything and everything.

02:30 was my breaking point.

I gave up and accepted the fact that there was just no way I could conciliate sleep.

So I got up and walked to my window, opened and sat on it. Legs hanging on the outside as I rested my upper body on the frame of it.

I let my mind wander as the cold switzerland air filled my lungs. This weekend worked me up, it was as if three weeks worth of character development collided in one weekend. Life was really putting me on the limit and I was barely hanging on.

Is it going to be like this every grand prix?

Did I make a mistake in getting into F1?

My brain was filled with questions, worries and fears and I was drowning on them. It felt like one of those days where you just wanted to escape, have a break, do something different to get your mind off it.

But I couldn’t allow myself to do that, not anymore. Spain was around the corner and I had to find a way to bottle everything up and be on my best game and behaviour so the team doesn’t give up on me.

I had big shoes to fill in and the bar was extremely high. Being the first woman to drive in F1 after decades and having the ‘Vettel’ part on my name set the expectatives up in the sky.

Last weekend cannot repeat itself, not the accident, not the escandal, not my attitude, nothing (although I must say, a lot of the fans loved the fact that I helped Verstappen out. Most of them understood why I did it and the comments and edits about it were heartwarming, it makes me wish I could be as good as a person they think I am).

“What are you doing up this late?” The raspy words in German drawing my attention to my bedroom door.

“Couldn’t sleep,” Messy blonde hair and sleep deprived blue eyes walking over to me. “What are you doing up? I thought you were asleep already” I answer back in the same language, being the one that we communicate with whenever we are alone.

“Couldn’t sleep either, I had nightmares.” He says resting his hands on the window edge and looking outside, shivering as soon as a breeze hits him. “It’s freaking cold,” he crosses his arms to protect himself from the low temperature and gives me a worried look “Why are you so uncovered? You are going to get sick.”

I shrug my shoulders, moving so he can sit with me as well. “It gives me something else to think about and it clears my head.” He takes the queue and sits next to me. “What was your nightmare about?”

For some reason the darkness outside, the cold air and the early hours in the morning makes us lower our voice tones, almost in a whisper.

He doubts for a second before answering.

“I don’t remember.”

Lies.

He does remember, he just doesn’t want to tell her and worry her. But it is a nightmare he almost has memorized for how often he has had it and can’t seem to quite get rid of.

The worst part of it is that it isn’t just a night terror, but a memory that keeps coming back on his sleep. One that happened many, many years ago. He was just a child at that, give it 10 or 11 and you were 7 or 8. It was the first time that he went to your house with his dad and both of you had the ‘great’ idea of escaping the inattentive nanny that was taking care of you two while your dad hosted a driver’s dinner in the backyard.

You had hidden in the garage, excited to show Mick the most amazing thing you had in the house: your brother’s karting car. Both of you had a great time pretending you were the most incredible drivers in the world, until you recognized your father’s steps coming into the garage. You knew he wasn’t going to be happy and even less knowing that he didn’t like you being around your brother’s car. In panic, you urged Mick to hide in the closet, keep quiet and not get out.

You knew your dad’s character well enough and you didn’t want poor Mick to suffer the consequences as well.

You wanted to protect them.

Until that point in his life Mick had never witnessed such a violent scene, he knew your dad was special, you’ve talked about it, but he never thought that it was this much.

He had to cover his mouth and try his best for his loud breathing not to be heard while he closed his eyes, not being able to watch anymore how your father beat you up.

He wished he was deaf as well, so he couldn’t hear your cries in pain and apologies. Even after your father had dragged you out he stayed frozen in his place, crying in the closet in silence in fear that Jos’ could come back.

When he finally had the courage to go out and find the nanny (who was extremely relieved to find him) he asked for you and she said you weren’t feeling well and had gone to your room to rest for the day.

But that wasn’t the truth and he knew it.

He felt extremely guilty for not intervening when he had the chance (even though you had told him not to) but what could a little kid do against a grown up?

Once again he escaped the nanny (who was terrible at her job by the way, how could the kids slip away so easily under her supervision?) and shaking in fear, he went upstairs only to find her bedroom door locked.

“Y/N?” He whispered, too afraid of someone (Jos) finding him where he shouldn't be. “Are you there?”

He heard a huffle on the other side of the door and soon her shaky voice broke through the door.

“Mick? What are you doing here?” She had been crying, he could hear it.

“I needed to know if you were okay. Can you open the door?”

“No, I can’t.” She whispered back “I don’t have the keys, dad has them. Mick you can’t be here, if he finds you-”

“I’m not leaving.” He whispered back, interrupting you. “Are you okay? Can I call my dad?”

“No, please. Don’t talk about this with anyone, I deserved it.” She said, tears coming out of her eyes again, her whole body aching as she sat on the floor, back against the door. “I’m so sorry you had to witness it, it was my fault, I took you to the kart.”

Little Mick stayed silent, he didn’t know much of life and fathers at that time but in all this time, even when his dad was fuming mad at him, he never had reacted that way and he was thankful for it. That was horrible, was that a normal thing? Do all parents do that?

He sat on the floor, back against the door while he played with his fingers, not really knowing what to say.

“Are you okay?” A sob broke through when he asked, she clearly wasn’t.

“No.” Her little voice cracked as sadness washed over her. She was really excited about this evening, she finally saw her best friend after so long and she blew it up. “You shouldn’t be here Mick.” She whispered, not truly wanting him to leave.

Mick didn’t know what to do, he couldn’t call anyone, and he couldn’t get past the door to hug her and comfort her as Michael always does when he feels bad. But one thing was clear, he wasn’t going to leave her alone.

So he did the only thing that he could and slipped his little fingers through the crack between the door and the floor which was big enough to let half of his hand in.

“Hey, take my hand. I’m right here, I’m not leaving, I promise.”

They sat there holding hands for almost half an hour (seriously, that nanny sucked).

Unbeknownst to her, he truly made that promise to himself that day. To stay by her side and take care of her always, to never leave her. If he couldn’t do anything to stop that monster, the least he could do was to be there for her.

From then on, he kept having nightmares of that day. The images were engraved on his brain and whenever you called him in the middle of the night, crying for some awful thing your father did, his brain always took him back to that night.

The dreams always started the same: That day in the garage, both kids enjoying themselves until you made him get into the closet and your father barged in, yelling and beating you. At some point of the dream it changed, morphing into the actual him, locked in the closet, unable to move, shaking in fear as Jos’ beated the actual you, and your cries and pleads filled the room.

It was not until nine years later that he could finally breathe in peace. When a sixteen year old you showed up at Sebastian's house and stated that you were never going back to that awful place and you truly managed to stay there. That day the nightmares stopped coming.

Knowing that you were safe and sound, out of Jos’ reach was all he ever wanted.

He actually thought that they were gone for good. But after last weekend they came back, two nights in a row where he woke up crying, heart hammering against his chest and having the need to check on you.

That was the good thing about living together, he could know that you were sleeping safe and sound just walking 10 steps to your room and checking on you.

You didn’t know about those nightmares, he never told you, he couldn’t bring himself to do so and he planned to stay that way.

“Aren’t we supposed to take a plane in like…” he pauses for a minute to take a look at his watch. “Three hours?”

“Yep, do you have your stuff ready?”

“I do,” He nods “Tomorrow it’s going to suck.” He said looking outside.

I know what he was talking about, not being able to catch some sleep and have a full day of work the next day? Horrible.

“Tomorrow or today?” I look at him playfully and he just rolls his eyes.

“Today I guess.” He pauses before looking back at me “What kept you awake?”

I shake my head, thinking about the question before answering.

“Too much in my mind, I keep going back to the weekend and all that happened.”

“Wanna talk about it?”

“I don’t even know where to start.”

“With the first thing that comes into your mind when I say Italy.”

That’s how we spent the next half an hour talking. I poured everything that I had in my mind on him and he just sat there and listened to me, commenting from time to time and giving advice whenever I asked for it.

“I can’t help but think that maybe he is right, I don’t have what it takes to be here and all of this, everything that I’m doing is just a brat’s whim. I don’t know if I can keep doing this Mick, I don’t know if I truly have what is needed.”

“No, shut up. You don’t say that, that doesn’t even have to cross your mind. Y/N you are amazing, you won F3 and F2, you came along and in one movement you mopped the floor with all those guys. You are incredible, you have the skill, you have what is needed, everyone knows that, don’t let the words of some green old man make you doubt everything that you’ve accomplished so far.”

I look at him and give him a sincere smile.

“Yeah, I guess you are right.”

“No, no guess. I am right, end of story.”

I laugh and nod. “You are right, you are right.”

“I’m starving.” He said after a moment and I gasped in excitement that I’m not the only one dying of hunger.

“Me too, should we have breakfast?”

He shakes his head in denial.

“There’s nothing to eat. We haven’t gone shopping yet so we are out of food, and there’s nothing open at 3:30 a.m to go buy some now.”

I look outside the window, thinking about our options and my lightbulb turns on when I see a bright “M” sign in the distance.

“I know of something that is open at 3:30” A mischievous smile forming on my lips, he looks at me confused.

“What?”

“Mc Donalds.” I point at the sign so he can see it as well.

“No.”

“Awww, c’mon Mick! I’m going to die of starvation.” I whine holding my tummy in the most exaggerated possible way and giving him my best puppy eyes.

“Don’t be dramatic. You are not going to die, just wait a bit and we can eat something healthier at the airport.” He says being the voice of reason between the two of us, knowing how important it is not to break away from our strict eating regime.

“But I won’t survive that long! Besides, It wouldn’t be the first time we break our diet, no one has to know.”

“Giovanni always knows.” He says referencing his personal trainer.

“Please Mick.” I say elongating the ‘e’ “We can drive around as well, it would help to make a change of scenery for once.”

“But we just came from Italy!” He exclaims amused by my childish behaviour.

“And look how that turned out! It’s not the same, you know what I mean Mick. Please, for me. I need it.”

He looks at me, analyzing the situation and probably my mental state as well.

Truly he does know what I mean, it’s not the first time that we do something like that. Sometimes when we feel like everything is too much, we get in the car or his motorbike and just drive around the country with no destination, just wherever the wind takes us. Other times we go to a little place we know and love and spend the day there, enjoying the surroundings.

He heavily sighs before standing up.

“Fine, but you put the baggage in the car. We are going to land directly into the airport.”

“Yes!” I jump and hug him in happiness, quickly running over the walk in closet.

“You are truly something else Schatz,” He says for himself watching me disappear into the room with a small smile on his face, “And put something warm on! It’s cold outside.” he yells, stepping out of the room to get himself ready.

Not even fifteen minutes later we are both in the Mc Donald’s’ drive through waiting for our orders to be delivered.

“I can’t believe you are making me eat burgers for breakfast.”

“Oh, shut up. You know you like it.” I slap his shoulder as I receive the food from the window. I thanked the lady as I set the warm bags of food on my lap and the drinks on the floor. “Are we going to eat in the car, or you wanna go somewhere else?”

“Let’s go to the three.”

Immediately I know what three he is talking about and don’t doubt in agreeing with him.

Seb and Michael had discovered the place one of the times the four of us had gone out for a walk, long before I had completely moved to the country. The first time they laid eyes on the green grass and the river flowing by a huge oak tree they fell in love with the place straight away.

It wasn’t a spot like any other, no. The peace, the quietness, the energy that it radiated was incredible, it felt like it was disconnected from the outside world, from the world in general.

The river and the tree competed against each other to be the most amazing characteristic of the place but I must say that the tree had the upper hand.

It wasn’t uncommon to see oak trees in Switzerland but one this big? I don’t lie when I say it’s huge, It’s one of the biggest and fullest trees I’ve ever set my eyes on.

So quickly it became a special place for us, for my dad, for Uncle Michael, for Mick and me. With time they set up a wood bench from where you can see the sunrise and sunset and they hung from a branch of the three a pair swings for me and Mick to play around.

That was our place, and it was a beautiful one.

Whenever one of us needed peace, this is where we came.

“I don’t know if it is just me, but it looks even more wonderful in the early morning.”

I say as I sit cross legged on the bench and set the food next to me, Mick quickly follows with a blanket on his hand.

“This place will never lose its magic.” He says spreading the blanket between the two of us to shield us from the cold dawn breeze. “But yeah, It looks even more wonderful at his hour.”

I hand him his food and I start to unwrap mine.

“You’ll pray or I’ll pray?”

“I’ll do it.”

After he thanked us for the food we didn’t waste a second to start eating it.

“This is really good.” I moan, enjoying the taste of the burger and he hufs in response.

“C’mon I can do one better.”

“That’s not a lie, you should open up your own place.”

“And leave you without your most fierce competitor? Not a chance.”

I laugh, rolling my eyes at him. “Dang it, I almost got you.”

I look around the place. It’s incredible the amount of memories that this place holds and the fact that so many years had passed by and it didn’t change a thing. It feels as if the place is disconnected from the passage of the time, as if just yesterday the four of us were playing soccer and eating PB&J sandwiches while we watched the sun set. I could bet that if you stayed really, but really quiet you could still hear the wind echo Uncles Michael laugh.

My heart tugs at his memory, God how I wished to have him here like that again.

“You know what it reminds me of?” I say and he hums signaling for me to continue as he keeps chewing on his burger. “This song from Keane, ‘Somewhere only we know’”

“I don’t remember it” He says with his mouth full and I scrunch my nose in disgust.

“Mick, don’t be a pig. Swallow before talking.” He laughs and opens his mouth even more in an exaggerated gesture.

“Blah Blah Blah”

“Oh you’re disgusting.” I throw him a napkin that he catches in the air.

He laughs again before swallowing and talking, “You love me either way.”

“Sadly.” I look at him with an amused smile before picking up my phone and playing the song that I was talking about in a low volume, letting it play as background music.

“Oh!” He perks his head up once he recognizes the tune “I know this song, I walked across an empty land…”

He starts singing the words of the song quietly and I nod at him.

“I know you do, it’s a great song.”

We finish our food and I stay quiet, enjoying the moment and taking everything in. Mick signs the song almost in a whisper as I swing slowly side to side to the rhythm of the melody.

“Oh It’s a sad song” He whines when the ‘Oh, simple thing, where have you gone?’ part comes up. “Why did you put that on? Now I will feel sad.”

“Don’t be a child,” I pushed his shoulder with mine. “It’s a beautiful song.”

“It may be beautiful but I’m quite sure that when I die you are going to come here, and this is the song that you are going to play and cry your eyes out.” I look at him with my eyes open wide.

“What do you mean when you die? What makes you think that you are going to die first? Why did you kill youself already?”

“It’s just a fact” He shrugs his shoulders, folding one leg to hug it. “Men die younger than women, it’s a known truth, there’s even a scientific study about it” He explains as if it is the most obvious thing in the world.

“Well, I refuse to accept it. I don’t like it. It’s not going to be like that”

“So what? I have to be the one that’s left alive? Nah-ah.” He shakes his head. “Besides, you are strong, you are going to be just fine without me. I can picture it already, an old and wrinkled 90 year old Y/N, three WDC on her belt, white hair walking around in a cane with your grandchildren playing around you. You will be like the queen.” He jokes with a half smile on his face but I can’t follow the joke, too caught up in the statement that he just made.

“Mick, I would be nothing without you.” The words come out before I can stop them, but I don’t care. It's the truth. His smile falters as he locks eyes with me. “I mean it Liebling, I wouldn’t know how to go on without you.”

He dry swallows before looking at the waters to avoid my eyes.

“You will be just fine Y/N '' He speaks in a low volume after a minute of silence “it may hurt for a while but with time you will be able to get on your feet and go on. Women are stronger than men, just look at my mom.” He looks back at me “If it was the other way around, I don’t believe that my dad would be strong enough to continue after my mom’s loss. And it’s even worse for me, if I lose you, I lose everything.”

I gulp suddenly understanding where the whole thing of him dying first comes from and my mind blanks as words leave my brain. All of a sudden the moment feels too intimate and the atmosphere too fragile as he opens up next to me.

“I’m not as strong as you think Wiver, I actually consider me kind of a coward of a man.” He raises his hand when I open my mouth to stop me from interrupting him. “When someone that I love is on the line, or needs my help, I freeze. I’m unable to defend what I believe in, I can’t speak up. Sometimes, when everything is too much, I sit and cry my eyes out. Do you seriously believe that I would be able to go on without you? I prefer to be dead than face that situation.”

I feel my heart on my throat as his words set in. “Liebling, don’t say that.” I grab his face carefully and turn it, making him look at me. “You’re human. What you described, those feelings, fears, sadness, that is what makes us humans, you are no less of a man for any of that.”

“Yeah, you say that but what happens when there’s a situation that needs me to react quickly, to stand up for what I believe? What happens when you need me? I freeze Y/N, I can’t help you and I can’t be trusted.”

“Okay that’s not true, you’ve been there every time that I needed you.”

“After, not in the moment. After you needed me, when the damage was done, that’s when I was there.”

I purse my lips, thinking of his words. “So what you are saying is that if our house catches on fire and I’m stuck on it, you will let me burn and when the fire is out, just then you’ll come to find me?”

“Oh God no, why is your mind so twisted?”

I shrug my shoulders with a small smile on my face.

“No, c’mon answer me. I need to know if I should start to invest in life insurance.”

He laughs softly as he shakes his head and locks his eyes on mine, his smile fading as he adopts a more serious tone.

“If it’s in my power, I will never let anything happen to you Y/N. If our house is on fire and you are in there I’ll run through the fire for you. Dang it, I’ll even go through literal hell if it was needed to save you.” Silence sets between us as I words escape my mind again. “I mean it Schatz, I would run through fire for you.”

As his words settle in I let myself get lost in his eyes. Eyes that showed too much, like open gates to his soul, to his heart, to his feelings. If you see them, if you truly see them, you will be able to see the vulnerability in them, the love, the truth, the sadness, the compassion in them.

I love Mick’s eyes, they are the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen. If my eyes were sea and storm, his eyes were sunsky and clear waters. They were so pierceful that it felt as if he was looking past you and through your soul, as if he could see your truth without you even opening your mouth. But those weren’t judgy cold eyes, no. Those were comprehending, loving and warm eyes.

For a moment I let my eyes wander through his face before settling them in the river in front of us as I feel my heart hammering against my chest and my cheeks getting hotter.

“Well..” I say in a small voice, fidgeting with my fingers suddenly feeling nervous as his eyes stay fixated on me. ”there you go then. In the situations that really matter, you are not going to stay behind, cross hands. And that’s what matters. You may need to work in the most trivials ones but when you truly need to act, you will. The rest that you described are only human reactions, some people have them more than others but that doesn’t make you a coward of a man.”

He hums in response, not knowing what to answer either, not quite understanding the feeling that washes over him because of this small moment they shared. So instead he looks up at the sky and finds the sun rising and dying the sky in the most beautiful colours.

“Look at the sky” I follow his haze and I ‘wow’ in amazement of the beautiful scenery in front of us. Still, my eyes are drawn back to him and unbelievably I find this frame even more beautiful than the sky.

His face was decorated by the dawn colours, marking his factions in such a beautiful way, big shining eyes taking in the moment with wonder, his messy hair shining in gold tones and dancing with the wind. The scenery around him being the cherry on top, armonazing and completing the whole thing.

My mouth fell open as I admired him.

He looked marvelous.

I take my phone without him noticing and I snap a picture to frame the moment.

“It’s beautiful.” He says amazed.

“It truly is.” I whisper back, my eyes glued on my phone, admiring the picture that I just took.

…

“Y/N, what time is it?”

“6:30”

“Damn it, our fly.”

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5th Review - Ohsama Sentai Kingohger

I have watched 14 seasons of Power Rangers, and 18 seasons of Super Sentai, aaaaand…this is the best. Like, I don’t even know if anyone else even competes. It’s that good. Which is weird, right? This is the CG-heavy bug season, and yet it stands above all the others? It’s truly a marvel of Tokusatsu that they can take these bizarre, wacky concepts and forge something fantastic out of them. But we’re not here for my platitudes, we’re here for me to give my thoughts on a show.

The Good: Something I really like about the characters in general is they all embody a negative characteristic of leadership, but turn it on its head, allowing them to display both the the negatives aspects on occasion, but also how you can spin those impulses for the betterment of yourself and the people around you.

Gira is Power. It’s not uncommon for stories to portray a character as seeking power for the purposes of protecting others. In fact, it’s very common. But Gira portraying himself as the villain, acting as the tyrant, added a nice flavor to it that made it stand on its own. Gira does fill the role of the red chosen one in many ways, but because of the show’s focus on unity and teamwork, he always feels more like a perspective character, which I think is a positive. On top of that, he’s very kind, earnest, and the most down-to-earth of the kings, adding to that perspective character role. His kingdom of Shuggodom also had a lot of side characters, such as the orphans, his brother and attendants, and the angry yelling guy. “He’s louder! He’s the real one!” was such a great payoff to that character’s existence. Also, any Sentai character that can unironically say “I will hear you scream,” is pretty cool.

Yanma is Pride. He rarely backs down or bows to anyone else. And while this can sometimes get him in trouble, the people he stands up to are always more powerful than he is. It’s often more determination than anything, and that determination gets the team through many tough situations. As for characterization, Yamna is a genius, but also very childish and a bit petty. The pranks he pulls are always very silly. His aide, Shiokara, was also a nice foil; childish in nature, but serious in role. And it was nice how he and Gira really did end up being good friends by the end.

Ran is Selfishness. Unsurprisingly; she says it all the time. But while she occasionally displays true selfishness, it is often used as a mask for selflessness. She selfishly wants to help people, but is portrayed as selfishness, which is funny in many situations. She was a majoritively serious character, which made the moments she leaned into humor all the funnier. I also liked that she was part of two goes-nowhere romances with both Yanma and Rita. She’s the beautiful one, so it makes sense romance would be part of her themes, even if underplayed. And Sebastian was one of the sillier aides, with a ridiculous backstory to match that silly nature.

Kaguragi is Deceit. We all expect those in power to lie, and Kaguragi does frequently, constantly switching sides and misinforming his allies to get his way. But at the end of the day, everything he does is for the sake of his people. And because of the scope of his deception, he is privy to more information than the rest of the cast, being aware of both the teams’ and Racles’ plans. Speaking of Racles, his sister was also a surprisingly big player at times, getting more attention than his personal aide, even if not seen as often. And his aide, Kuroda, being a Kuroko, filled his role as more of a background character, though did have a distinct personality that worked with his faceless appearance.

Rita is Authority. Not only is she a king, but also the world’s judge, holding power over even the other kings, making her the absolute authority on Terra. But she never abuses her power; always seeking to be a neutral party in all goings-on. Also, this series got pretty sapphic at times, and Rita was always at the center of it. Good to know the writers are back at it again after all the mandates they suffered through with 40-42. And while there were some off-and-on moments with Ran, most of the time it was with Morphonia, who was, again, a nice foil, being much less motivated and more prone to her own desires. Though, of all the aides, she probably grows the most, eventually accepting her role as the next king of Gokkan, which she was less interested in accepting compared to everyone else.

Even our main villains follow these trends to some degree. Deathnarok shows the negative aspects of all these traits, but is later shown to be doing so begrudgingly, while Dugded also does, but in a very childish way. Which is almost worse than just being a normal bad king, because it’s weirdly more sincere?

And Jeramie is Eccentricity. He is aloof and wordy and doesn’t act like a good king would, playing a role more similar to one of a king content with his power, but his attitude and ability are separate things, as he is shown to have great battle prowess and leadership abilities. Jeramie has his own things going on with being half Bugnarok, so it was really just flair given to his character, and to add a bit of confusion to his introduction. And while Gerojim wasn’t as present a character as the other aides, he did provide a very distinct visual compared to everyone else, especially after all the Bugnarok were relegated to just the foot soldiers. I’ll also add, having Jeramie be the narrator, even before his introduction, really helped everything feel cohesive and intentional.

Speaking of that cohesion, that’s part of what makes the story so great. Every episode contributes to the ongoing story. Even those episodes that seem like filler have at least a small addition to it. Especially after the last few years, where episodic has been the priority, this drastic shift is very welcome. And there are tiny hints at the bigger picture even in the early episodes, like Racles missing all of Gira’s vitals for instance. I may go through the show a second time to see how many instances of foreshadowing I can find at a later date.

And while the finale was good, the penultimate episode was amazing, calling back to almost every character we met over the course of the entire show, including ones only seen in the movies and Racles’ mini-series. It was a great way to cap off this already good show.

And lastly, I love the presentation of this season. So much of this season is filmed on green screen to both amazing and hilarious effect. It’s honestly very impressive some of the stuff they managed to accomplish. BoonBoomger seems a lot more grounded, so it’s unlikely this trend will be further polished in the next season, but they did very well in the time they had.

The Bad: While the effects and sets are a lot of fun, they aren’t always great. They sometimes have difficulty tracking walking or running while moving the camera. Some other effects, such as wide shots, or fire tend to not look good, but it doesn’t take away from the overall experience.

Also, more than any season in recent memory, the action was occasionally hard to follow. All the effects, plus the CG backgrounds, plus the constantly more ridiculous and interesting camera angles Sentai likes to use add up to some very messy scenes on occasion.

I’m also a little sad we dropped the gear gimmicks. While I’m not upset to see them go, I was kinda hoping we’d continue with it until the 50th anniversary where we’d have a big payoff. It may have originally been in the cards, but I only say that because of the rustic machine nature of the Shugods and the general design work or Shuggodam. Remember, toy development takes a while, and while I don’t know the over-under on BanNam’s cycle, I know Hasbro has gone on record that if they rush a product they can get it done in 9 months. Kingohger was probably in the concepting phase during early Donbrothers at the latest, so it wouldn’t be surprising if a few small references to the idea were still there if it was the original intention. And out next season is a vehicle season, which is perfect for mechanics and gears.

Though I’d say the biggest issue is it’s just Super Sentai. For all my praise and bravado about it at the start, it’s not like Shin Godzilla, where I can show it to someone who normally wouldn’t be into Tokusatsu and have them walk away enjoying it; if you don’t like Sentai, this season isn’t going to convince you otherwise. For example, I tried showing it to @jaybuilds, and he just wasn’t into it. It’s fine, it happens, but don’t expect that one person you’ve always been trying to convince to watch the show to see it and have it convert them, is all.

The BoonBoomening: I actually haven’t seen anything for BoonBoomger yet. Just the costumes and toy listings. And as someone who focuses on the toys, I’ve seen quite a few gripes that BoonBoom Robo isn’t articulated. But, like, it’s a heavily gimmicky toy, so I get it. If you’re not going to do a gimmick, articulation is fine, but I can understand getting rid of some articulation for a fun play pattern. These are for kids, remember?

Overall, this was a great season. While I enjoy most seasons of Super Sentai, this one in particular had everything I tend to love and want out of a season. Makes me slightly less upset at myself for buying every Megazord associated with this season. Slightly.

As for my usual Megazord recommendations, this is a real all of nothing series. Either go for King-Ohger alone, or everyone for God King-Ohger. You only really need one of each, so you can skip all the premium versions, unless the colors do it for you. And the new Kyoryujin and the upcoming remolds are their own beast to consider separately to the rest of the line.

#Ohsama Sentai Kingohger #Kingohger #review #Super Sentai #BoonBoomger #Bakuage Sentai BoonBoomger

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legacyshenanigans · 9 months

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Do you think Sebastian would or has used Crucio on any of the guys? Probably Leander.

My serious answer would be:

Oooof, honestly and personally, I don't think he's that stupid. It's one thing using an unforgiveable on an enemy or like that time in the scriptorium. But I genuinely don't think he'd use dark magic on another student at the school, friend or not, because he'd run the risk of people finding out and being judged for it, and the teachers finding out, and him getting expelled/straight up sent to Azkaban. Plus him and Leander fight, sure, but an unforgivable seems really harsh 🤣.

I mean, we know he's impulsive, we all know what happend in the catacombs, and what he did, but that all got swept under the rug, only people who knew were Anne, Ominis and MC, and if you choose not to send him in, everyone just kinda moves on from that situation.

But yeah, i just don't think he'd be dumb enough to use it so willy nilly on someone because of petty arguments.

My comedy answer would be:

Lmao, 100% Leander.

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you reblogged a post about Blaine having BPD, and I'd love to hear about that in more detail :) I'm an autistic!Blaine truther myself, but I'd very much love to hear about other neurodivergent reads of him!

oh my god yes i have so many thoughts blaine is bpd and autistic and there’s nothing anyone can say to change my mind.

im going to start with 4x04 because that’s the most bpd shit i have ever seen a fictional character do like it’s truly baffling. he has had the same fp (favourite person) for like a year and a half and so when that person leaves he starts feeling abandoned and enters a sort of hyper emotional, hyper sexual and impulsive state where he’ll seek validation from absolutely anywhere in order to not feel like kurts abandoning him and instead that he’s making some kind of choice; he would rather throw everything away on a whim than have kurt leave him so he sleeps with this guy and becomes really depressed right afterwards. (intense and immediate highs and lows)

other very bpd blaine moments:

- being “overly dramatic” about kurt texting that guy and airing out their bullshit in glee.

- feeling rejected after kurt didn’t want to sleep with him outside scandles.

- flirting with sebastian when they first met. (i think this tends to happen w people with bpd because we think that we’re unlovable and that the relationships we’re in will eventually fall apart so when someone else shows interest it’s like well this new person doesn’t know how shitty i am yet.)

- moving schools to be with kurt.

- the whole situation with his parents and his brother, in my head they were emotionally pretty abusive to him growing up and didn’t pay much attention to him leading to blaine always needing to be the centre of attention and to him having bpd.

i have both bpd and autism myself and i think that so many of the things blaine does in the show could be attributed to one or both of these things.

#blaine anderson #glee #bpd #bpd blaine anderson #autistic blaine anderson

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In Defense of Ariel

Okay, odd title I know but CinemaTherapy just did a ‘Therapist Reacts’ to The Little Mermaid and...I have thoughts.

On the whole, I do like the fact that they didn’t just immediately say ‘oh this movie’s bad because she gives up her voice for a guy she just met’ but I feel like they overlooked some aspects because they only react to certain clips rather than react to the whole movie.

The whole catalyst as to why Ariel even goes to Ursula’s is because of Triton blowing up her grotto. Even after Flotsam and Jetsam try to lure Ariel in with the promise of ‘you and your Prince, together forever’, she tells them to go away and goes back to crying. It’s only after one of the eels flicks the face of the broken statue of Eric, the statue that her father had just blown to smithereens, toward her that she agrees to follow them.

So Ariel, who’s 16 years old and who’s already been proven to be impulsive and reckless (sunken ship at the beginning of the movie for starters), was given the option to be together with Eric forever. Isn’t that the main complaint? That she gives up her voice for a man?

Had it only been about Eric, she would have gone immediately. But it’s not. Because Ariel had to be reminded what her life would be like had she stayed. Odds were that she probably wasn’t seen favorably (I mean Sebastian even says after she turns human ‘if we could get that witch to give you back your voice, we could turn you back and you could swim around with all the normal fish and...and just be miserable for the rest of your life’.)

If a member of her father’s court felt comfortable enough to basically say that she wasn’t normal to her face, then what could she possibly have been hearing from others?

(Again this is all theory since there’s no evidence to show that the kingdom treated her cruelly but still).

She has no collection, nothing that brings her joy anymore because her father destroyed it all. And even if she tried to rebuild, that grotto would be forever tarnished by that memory (and we know from the sequel that it does get rebuilt which makes me wonder if her sisters did that for her since the memory would be painful for Triton too).

So of course Ariel goes to see Ursula, to get a chance at a life she’s longed for. Eric’s just the cherry on top. And even then, even after Triton destroys the thing Ariel holds most dear to her, she still stops and says ‘If I become human, I’ll never be with my father or sisters again’.

And yes, Ariel does sign the contract (without reading it, which makes me wonder if there’s not a clause in there that states that Ursula can interfere like she did by tipping the boat and then turning into Vanessa). But she’s emotionally shaken, potentially traumatized by her own father, and now her aunt (if you go by the deleted scenes and the Broadway show) is pressuring her into entering a contract. There’s no time to think things over, no time to leave and come back. No time to have a mer-lawyer look over the contract.

...I think I’ve lost the point of my very long post.

But anyway, Ariel doesn’t become human for Eric. She doesn’t go to Ursula for Eric. She goes because she essentially feels like it’s the last chance she has for her happiness.

Oh and also--Eric is a sea fairing, musical, kind soul who loves his dog to the point that he’ll risk his life for him and, even after getting his hopes dashed that the mute stranger he finds washed up on the beach isn’t the girl he’s been looking for, still takes her back to his castle to help her. It’s not like Ariel is settling in terms of the cherry on top of the ‘wanting to be human’ cake!

#the little mermaid #ariel #yes I'm aware that it's a disney movie #but it's one that gets hate unnecessarily in my book #or at least Ariel does #because Milo does almost the same thing in Atlantis but no one seems to give him the same amount of criticism #cinematherapy

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Chapter 11By catcat85

Monday, April 24

As soon as he arrived at school, Blaine walked up to Kurt at his locker with purpose. He had spent the whole day yesterday worrying about what would happen when Alex came back into town for a visit. There were so many questions in his mind.

Why is Alex visiting this weekend? Spring break is long over, so why is he coming?

Why does he want to meet up with Kurt?

Does he want to get back together with Kurt?

Does Kurt want to get back together with him?

If so, Kurt wouldn’t need him anymore to be a fake boyfriend. Kurt could go to Prom with Alex, his real boyfriend.

No! Alex is Kurt’s ex-boyfriend.

Blaine really needed to stop thinking about this. He needed to stop worrying about the things that were out of his control and focused on the things that he could control. Like their performance for the assembly. And he’d found the perfect song for them to sing that was fun, upbeat, and definitely sexy.

“Hey!” He greeted Kurt with a bright smile.

Kurt stopped spraying his hair with hairspray and turned to look at him. “Good morning! Aren't you a sight for sore eyes?”

“Coffee?” Blaine handed him a Lima Bean cup with Kurt’s name scribbled on it.

Kurt grabbed for it immediately with a gasp. “You are the best! Thank you!” He took a sip of his nonfat mocha. “Mmm... I really needed this. I was up late last night.”

Blaine leaned against the lockers and studied Kurt. “Oh?”

“Alex was texting me and asking me what I wanted to do this weekend when he’s home.” Kurt replied casually, as if he had no idea that he just turned Blaine’s stomach into knots.

“Oh, so you guys are hanging out this weekend?”

Kurt looked at Blaine. “Yeah. I told you on Saturday when he texted me. He’s going to be home for the weekend.”

“Why?” Blaine asked because he couldn’t help it.

“His sister’s engagement party.”

“No.” Blaine shook his head a bit. “I meant, why are you hanging out with him?”

“Because...we’re friends, and he asked me if I wanted to meet up?” Kurt answered slowly, studying his best friend. Blaine wouldn’t meet his eyes, and he looked upset. Kurt didn’t dare hope, but he had to know. “Are you jealous?”

“What? No!” Blaine lied on impulse.

Kurt narrowed his eyes at him. “Blaine...”

“I just...think that you should be careful.”

“Alex is a nice guy. He wouldn’t...”

“I meant you should be careful texting Alex on your cell phone. Sebastian cloned your SIM card. I bet you he saw every message you and Alex exchanged,” Blaine said, proud of himself for successfully finding a better reason why he was worried. Because he was definitely not jealous. Nope.

Kurt let out a sigh. “You’re right. But it’s all PG. I promise. We are just going to get brunch on Sunday to catch up. That's it.”

“So, you’re free Saturday then?” Blaine asked, already planning what he could do to make the time he had with Kurt memorable. So memorable that Kurt would still be thinking about it the next day when he’s out with his ex-boyfriend.

“So far, yes.”

“Well, then I think it’s a perfect day for me to come over to your place so you can fit me for my suit for Prom,” Blaine suggested, leaning closer to Kurt.

Kurt’s eyes sparkled with delight. “That’s a great idea! Oh! That reminds me, actually. I did order your suit jacket last night as well. So, it’s perfect! It should arrive before Saturday and you can try on the whole suit. I can make adjustments on the jacket for you as well!”

Blaine’s smile widened. “Great!”

Kurt sighed happily as he took another sip of coffee. “This Monday morning has turned out really great.”

Blaine continued to smile at his best friend. “Well, it’s about to get better. I have the perfect song for us to sing at the assembly!”

—*—

Friday, April 28

Blaine tugged on his bow tie as pre-performance jitters took over him. They were about to open the Prom assembly with their performance. He, Kurt, Santana, and Brittany were performing together and kicking off their campaign for Prom Kings and Queens.

Blaine stopped fidgeting when Kurt reached over to fix his bow tie for him. Blaine sucked in a breath as Kurt’s fingertips grazed the skin on his neck, giving him goosebumps. Now, he was feeling the jitters for a whole different reason.

“You look great. Stop messing with your tie,” Kurt scolded him, but he was looking at him with fondness.

Blaine let out a sigh. “I don’t know why I’m nervous.”

Kurt’s face softened, and he reached up to smooth out Blaine’s frowning eyebrows. “Don’t be. We’re gonna be great together.”

Blaine couldn’t help it. His body was moving on its own accord and just as his lips were about to meet Kurt’s, Santana’s voice made him jump.

“You two ponies ready for this?” she said, walking up next to them. She was dressed in a tight red dress that showed off every curve on her body.

“I think they are more like dolphins, actually,” Brittany piped in from next to her, who was also in a red dress. The two of them contrasted nicely with Kurt and Blaine, who were both wearing all-black outfits.

The guy from the AV Club gave them a signa,l and they all turned their microphones on and took their positions. Then, the music started, and the curtain lifted.

Blaine and Kurt walked out onto the stage, dancing along to the music. Then Blaine put the mic to his lips and started to sing his verse.

When I'm with you, babyI go out of my headAnd I just can't get enoughAnd I just can't get enough

He turned to look at Kurt flirtatiously, which Kurt returned with a smitten smile before he started to sing his verse.

All the things you do to meAnd everything you saidI just can't get enoughI just can't get enough

They both turned to face each other with lovesick smiles before singing the next part in unison.

We slip and slide as we fall in loveAnd I just can't seem to get enough

Then, Santana and Brittany walked out onto the stage, and they began to sing their verses of the song. As they sang, Kurt and Blaine danced next to them. Blaine spun Kurt around and pulled him into his arms as Santana and Brittany finished their bridge together.

Kurt and Blaine snuggled close together again when it was time for them to sing together.

And when it rainsYou're shining down for meAnd I just can't get enoughAnd I just can't get enough

Santana and Brittany took over the next verse. And Blaine reached over and cupped Kurt’s face in his hand as he sang the next part.

You're like an angel and you give me your loveAnd I just can't seem to get enough

Once they finished the song, Santana said into her microphone, “My name is Santana Lopez.”

“And I’m Brittany S. Pierce,” Brittany followed.

“I’m Blaine Anderson,” Blaine said after Brittany.

“I’m Kurt Hummel, and we are your next Prom Kings and Queens!” Kurt said into the mic, and the entire gym erupted in cheer.

The four of them wrapped their arms around each other and took their bows before leaving the stage. As soon as they were behind the curtain again, Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine and spun him around, making Blaine giggle. The girls were laughing next to them, too, and Blaine couldn’t help it anymore. He leaned in and kissed Kurt hard on the lips. Kurt seemed to be surprised by his action at first, but only for a second, before he started to kiss him back just as passionately.

“Okay... I know you just can’t get enough of each other, but this is just...” Santana began with annoyance.

“Hey! Just like the song!” Brittany quipped.

Kurt and Blaine pulled away from each other, breathing hard and looking a bit dazed.

“It’s like watching a porno!” Santana commented, making both boys blush.

“I think our performance was a success!” Blaine exclaimed.

“Hell yes, it was!” Santana agreed, high-fiving him.

Kurt smiled at Blaine as he walked with his friends to go sit in the bleachers to watch the rest of the assembly. And he continued to smile because Blaine never let go of his hand for the entirety of the assembly.

—*—

Saturday, April 29

Kurt meticulously assembled a charcuterie board for himself and Blaine to enjoy. Blaine was coming over in a few minutes to hang out and also to get fitted for his suit for Prom. As much as he was excited to see Blaine in a suit, he was just excited to see Blaine, period. He couldn’t stop thinking about that kiss after their performance.

Blaine had initiated it, which was the very reason Kurt couldn’t stop thinking about it. After their little picnic a few weeks ago, he had promised himself that he wasn’t going to make any more gestures toward Blaine. He was going to wait for Blaine to come to him. Was that kiss the sign he was looking for? Or did Blaine kiss him for show? The only people backstage with them at the time had been Brittany and Santana. Blaine didn’t really need to kiss him as passionately as he did just to fool the girls.

“Hey!” Blaine greeted him as he walked into the kitchen, pulling Kurt from his thoughts.

“Blaine!”

“Your dad let me in. He was on his way out to the garage,” Blaine explained as he looked at the impressive-looking charcuterie board on the counter. He reached over to grab one of the cheese cubes. “This looks delicious!”

Kurt only glared at him playfully for snatching a piece of cheese before picking up the board. “It tastes delicious, too. Can you please grab some sodas? Let’s go to my room.”

“I can’t wait to see my suit jacket!” Blaine said excitedly as they walked into Kurt’s bedroom.

Kurt gestured toward the mannequin, which wore Blaine’s jacket. “There it is!”

“Wow!”

“I know it’s a simple black jacket, but the material is so soft. And I have this idea for our white shirts to have pleating in the chest area, so it adds something to our outfit without being too much,” Kurt rambled off but stopped when Blaine turned to look at him with his mouth slightly opened. “What?”

“You want us to wear matching shirts?”

Kurt blushed. “Well, I thought it would be a nice touch. It will mostly be covered by our jackets, but it’s subtle and tasteful.”

“I love it,” Blaine told him with a smile, making Kurt return his smile.

“Okay. Do you want to go try on the pants first so I can get the measurements?” Kurt suggested.

“Sure.”

“You can change inside my closet. Make sure to tuck your shirt in so I can see the waistline of the pants.” Kurt gestured toward his walk-in closet.

Blaine grabbed the pants and walked inside the closet. “Oh, I also brought my dress shoes, so you can fit my pants with the shoes on.”

“Perfect! That’s why I love you,” Kurt called out before he realized what he had said. “Damn it!”

He muttered under his breath and sat down on his bed. The silence from Blaine made his stomach twist even more. Before he had a chance to freak out, the closet door opened, and Blaine walked out. Kurt was now freaking out for a whole different reason.

“I think the pants fit a little bit better than the last time I tried them on, but they still feel tight around the waist,” Blaine noted as he walked over to Kurt and did a spin for him. “What do you think?”

He was now facing the full-length mirror with his back to Kurt, giving his best friend a full view of his peach-shaped butt in all its glory. He had taken his collared shirt off and was now in a white tank top, which was tucked inside his pants, showing off his tiny waist.

Kurt clutched his pillow closer to his chest and bit down on it to keep himself from groaning out loud at the view in front of him. How was it fair that Blaine was not only incredibly kind, talented, and sweet; but he was also drop dead gorgeous?

“Kurt?” Blaine craned his neck to look back at his best friend when Kurt hadn’t made any comment.

Kurt finally pushed the pillow away and stood up from his bed. He walked over to stand next to Blaine, so he wouldn’t be looking at Blaine’s perfectly round butt anymore. He needed to get himself together. “I think you should put the shoes on so I can do the fitting.”

“Oh! Okay!” Blaine then turned around to reach for his bag where his shoes were. And to Kurt’s delight or terror, Blaine bent over to pull his shoes on, displaying his butt for Kurt to see once again. Blaine wasn’t naked, but in those tight pants, he might as well be.

Kurt was going to die before the end of this fitting.

But oh, what a way to go.

Blaine was still bending down to tie his shoelaces, and Kurt needed to distract himself, so he walked over to his sewing table to grab his measuring tape and some pins.

“Okay. Where do you want me?” Blaine asked once he was vertical again.

Kurt wanted to say, “On my bed with me on top of you,” but he gestured towards the mirror. “Stand in front of the mirror.” Blaine did as he was told, and Kurt knelt down on the floor to adjust the length of the pants. “I know you like your pants to go above your ankles, so...” He folded the fabric and held it up with a couple of pins on each pant leg. “Right about there.”

Blaine looked at his reflection in the mirror. “Wow.”

He definitely liked the way the pants looked better now with the lengths taken up.

“Now, let’s take a look at that waistline,” Kurt said before he stood up behind Blaine and ran his fingers around the waistband of Blaine’s pants. He could feel Blaine suck in his breath, and when he glanced down at the skin on his bare shoulders, he could see goosebumps. Feeling brave and bold, Kurt slipped his fingers underneath the waistband of Blaine’s pants. “Hmm... It sure does feel really tight,” Kurt mumbled lowly, right next to Blaine’s ear.

—*—

Blaine was going to die before the end of this fitting.

How was he supposed to respond to that comment from Kurt? All he wanted to do was to turn his face towards Kurt’s and kiss him passionately before declaring his undying love to him.

Kurt’s fingers were still slipped between his skin and the waistband of his pants. Blaine was now feeling tight in his pants, not just in the waistline but also in the crotch.

This was his chance. He was going to do it. He’s just going to lean in and give Kurt the world’s most passionate kiss and tell him he was in love with him.

Blaine slowly leaned in, and he could feel the hot puff of breath coming out of Kurt’s slightly parted lips. He couldn’t look away from Kurt’s pink lips, and just when his lips were about to touch them, Kurt jumped back from him.

“Sorry. My phone...” Kurt said, a bit startled as he pulled his buzzing phone out of his pocket. “It’s Alex.”

And just like that, Blaine felt like a bucket of ice-cold water was thrown on him. He let out a sigh. “Aren’t you gonna answer it?”

Kurt waved his phone at Blaine with a sheepish smile. “Went to voicemail. I’m sure it wasn’t important.”

“Oh.”

Kurt then walked back over to Blaine. “Um... I think I know what to do to loosen the waistline a bit.” He tugged at the sides of the waistband slightly. “I can cut the sides a bit and add a piece of elastic band on each side. That will give you a bit of breathing room.”

Blaine smiled. “Sounds great. Being able to breathe would be good.”

Kurt chuckled. “Here. Try on the jacket as well.”

Blaine took the jacket from Kurt and pulled it on. He then turned to look at himself in the mirror. Kurt was behind him once again. “I like this a lot.”

Kurt met Blaine’s eyes in the mirror. “Yeah?”

Blaine moved his arms up and down a bit, and then he turned around and pulled Kurt into his arms in a swift dance move. Kurt giggled. “Yes. And I feel comfortable in it, which is great because I plan on dancing the night away with you at Prom.”

Kurt smiled brightly at him. “Be careful what you wish for. I may not give you a chance to sit down and rest at Prom. I’ll probably want to dance to every song.”

Blaine beamed up at Kurt and began to slowly dance around with his arms still securely around him. “Anything for you.”

—*—

Author’s Note:

Song Credit: Just Can’t Get Enough by Depeche Mode

Note by GleefulDarrenCrissFan: The next chapter will be posted tomorrow. It was written by Teddyshoney, who also did the editing for all of this.

#The Prom-us #the prom-us #klaine fanfiction #klaine fic roulette- the prom-us #the prom us #klaine fanfic #the promus

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If you’re still doing the headcanon meme, I’d like more Monet hcs if you have them!

ok i'm trying to think of things i haven't already said...

(warning: heavy) X-Factor and death related: I don't think she had any feelings for Guido. Like, I like the guy but he wasn't really himself, and that entire thing was just cursed vibes. He very much seemed to not actually like or respect her - if anything he seems to lowkey hate her, but also want to fuck her. I think she sort of knew that, but basically ended up being negged into giving him a try, and her initial impulse was vindicated in the worst way possible when he kills her. When he brought her back she is, canonically, absolutely fucking wrecked by the experience, but what we see is she doesn't go home; she stays in the US and ends up at the mansion. I think it's because she felt ashamed of what had happened, like it would be seen as something she should have seen coming and prevented. Let's face it, in Generation X, she felt that her dad was ignoring her story and being too forgiving of Marius. Maybe she expects to be victim blamed, maybe she's not paranoid to expect that. So she stays away and hides from the problem. But hey, she finds comfort in the power of friendship, found family and ambiguous lesbian relationships so it's not all dark!

As you know I kind of hate most of uncanny x-men 2016 and find it difficult to accept a lot of it as canon, but I'll take a little bit of White Queen Monet. I think she only actually tried to get involved with Hellfire once Magneto had decided to. But once that was the plan, she threw herself at it with full determination. Top of her class, top of the hellfire club.

That series leans in hard with the hellfire = sex club stuff. So, I'm going to go ahead and headcanon that there is no way in hell that Monet has attended the same orgies as Sebastian I'm sorry but she just absolutely did not. Somehow there was always something in her schedule; she knows she doesn't want to see that.

On more than one occasion, she's broken a nail and then partially transformed just the tips of her fingers into Penance to cover it up.

This is cheating, because I've said it before, but I think that before House of X, Monet was reunited with (hollow) Penance and her sisters. This is right after M-Plate 2.0, and Monet is struggling. Adventures occur and Penny dies, but is "saved" by being magically split between the three sisters. By sharing the load, neither one of them is trapped inside the form permanently, and they all now have a bit of their pseudo-sister with them, with Monet maybe having a tougher time with that, given the more traumatic relationship she has towards Penance. BUT the bit I haven't said before is... well, what if it's not just the twins doing magic that does this? What if, along the way in this adventure, they encounter a certain silverskinned mutant mercenary? And their minds are melded????

#they should write that mini series #ideally with a north african author bc you could really explore their background and family life #i am so not qualified lol but I still think it could be amazing #asks

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stressed-chaos · 2 years

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Memories - Part 16

This is a short one, a quick little reintroduction of a character.

Sorry I wasn't able to post yesterday, had to go out. I'll make up to it by trying to post one more tomorrow!

As usual, hope you all enjoy this chapter! Comments are appreciated!

Warnings: I don't think this has any, (but maybe) mentions of eliminating someone.

Thunderous laughter awoke Benjamin from his deep slumber. He squinted his eyes, trying to get them adjusted to the light, shaking his head. Still stuck in a half-awake and half-asleep daze, he noticed the Batman blanket sprawled on him along with an additional weight on his legs. He lazily lifted his eyes to notice a black ball of fur with folded ears drowsing peacefully. A faint smile made its way on his face. Another round of laughter pulled his attention to the kitchen and he adjusted himself to see Y/N with her head thrown back, laughing with crinkles near her eyes. Sitting in front of her, on the counter was Sebastian in a similar state. Someone else would have been jealous, but Ben knew of their friendship. Maybe he was initially jealous of it, though he would never admit it, but that kitten quickly drowned in the river.

He got up, petted Padfoot on the head softly and made his way towards the kitchen, his fuzzy slippers making almost no noise. Y/N noticed him first, “Morning Sleeping Beauty. Did we wake you up?”

Ben shook his head, yawning. Sebastian chuckled and greeted him. He noticed the state of the kitchen and cursed himself for not getting groceries on time, but in his defense, he was very busy trying to work up his courage to talk to Y/N. He took a deep breath, fighting another yawn and the aroma of something delicious hit him. He was about to question it but Y/N beat him to it, “We made dinner.”

“And your favorite.” Sebastian cheekily added.

“You guys didn’t have to.” He was clearly relieved, eyeing the food. He, even after a nap, had no energy to do anything except for sleeping again, maybe cuddling with her, but that didn’t seem as an option right now.

“Well I wanted to thank you for all that you did for me. But buddy, you seriously get some groceries.”

“I will soon. And there is no need to thank me. I did what I had and wanted to do. Still, thank you for cooking. How did you know it was my favorite?”

“I…didn’t. It was the first thing that came to my mind when I saw the stuff. Though, now that I see it, some other things can be made too.”

Ben just nodded, grinning. She had impulsively cooked the thing he loved most beside her. It was a start.

Y/N went and gave Pads, who had now woken up, some of his food. Next, she served it for the two grown men who were acting like children. As soon as the flavors hit his tongue, he let out a big moan, complimenting her feverishly. He almost let out an ‘I love you’ but stopped himself before he could. Seb had a similar reaction, and he didn’t bite his tongue. Ben wished he could do so too, without it meaning differently for him than his missus.

Y/N initiated the conversation on the dinner table, asking about Padfoot.

“Oh he’s a rescue dog. I got him about 2 months ago. You always said you wanted to name him Padfoot, to honor Sirius Black,” and due to me, “so I named him that.” He spoke with a glint in his eyes.

After the dinner, Ben offered to clean up, since they had in his words, so graciously cooked for him. Sebastian also made a quick stop to the 24 hour open store nearby, just to get the essentials for breakfast tomorrow. They noticed the time and convinced Sebastian to stay over. The trouble now being the sleeping arrangements. They had three people, 2 rooms (since one was closed due to them redecorating it) and the couch could not be an option as Padfoot has once again settled himself on the very couch for his nap time.

After a little thinking, involved with Sebastian trying to get Y/N and Ben on the same bed (he muttered that he felt like a matchmaker for two enemies who were very much not aware that they loved another. And something along the lines of, “I’m living in an almost enemies to lovers plot line”, but fortunately— or er, unfortunately, his words dissolved in the air). Finally it was decided after much silent reluctance from all three of them that Sebastian and Y/N would share a bed and Ben would in the spare room.

Finishing whatever night routine she had, she came out of the bathroom to see Sebastian and Ben, sitting on the bed, talking, far away from falling asleep. Y/N looked over to the nightstand to see her phone buzzing, and a name Tom appearing on the phone, with a frowning emoji and no photo. She furrowed her eyebrows, not remembering any Tom. Shrugging she picked up with a little hello.

“Hey Y/N. It’s me. Where have you been?”

“I’m sorry…do we know each other? I mean your name is saved on my phone, but I can’t remember you.” If she could, she would've seen Tom’s frown with a little gleam of anger mixed with relief in his eyes. She also did not notice the ceasing of Ben and Sebastian’s conversation, both of them intently and not-so-subtly, listening to her talk.

Ben got up and tapped her shoulder. Turning around, Y/N was met with Ben asking about the person on the other line. Y/N mouthed, ‘It’s Tom’. Sensing he isn’t going to speak anytime soon, Y/N continued, this time loud and clear, “Do we know a Tom?”

Sebastian quickly responded, “Maybe it’s Tom Sawyer,” earning him a soft laugh from both of them. Y/N put the phone on speaker and let out another hello. “How can you not?”

“You see, I kind of lost some of my memories sometime ago. I’m sorry. Maybe if you tell me how we know each other, it may work?” her tone oozed curiosity.

“No, no…it’s alright. I’m sure you will remember me soon,” and the phone beeped, indicating the call was cut. If they did know any better, they would’ve noticed the malicious tone in his voice, but since they, in fact, did not know much better, they failed to notice it, pondering on his words.

Ben and Sebastian furrowed their eyebrows, what the hell did he mean by that?

Y/N merely questioned them about this Tom person. “Oh you met him in a coffee shop.”

Deciding they could not do anything about it right now, they decided to go to sleep. Y/N looked at her phone questioningly for a moment, as if staring at it would answer to the multiverse. Shrugging, she did not think much about it and wished Good Night to both of them before getting under the covers, exhaustion of the day hitting her immediately. In her defense though, she can get tired also while sleeping.

Ben and Sebastian shared a look which said, we’ll talk about this tomorrow.

The man on the sending end of the call sighed and informed his partner about everything, before hitting the bed himself, metaphorically and kicking the wall in frustration. He did feel a little bad for Sebastian for he got involved in the big mess, just due to being friends with them. Maybe he’ll go easier on him, unless he does not interfere. But since Sebastian was a faithful friend, he knew it would not be easy. Maybe eliminate him first was his last thought before sleep caught up with him.

On the other side of London, a green eyed monster predator was formulating his next move to devour his two peacefully resting prey.

Slowly and painfully.

#ben barnes #sebastian stan #benjamin barnes #benjamin thomas barnes #ben barnes x reader #ben barnes x y/n #ben barnes x you #sirius black #fanfic #fanfiction #bin bons #sebby stan #Memories #Padfoot #i dont even know what this is

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in-source fam + friends?

do you dislike your source/anything in it that bothers you?

I forgot how much of a rambler I am

tl;dr

1. I have a big family that love and miss very much(inluding two kids) as well as friends(other heroes and civvies

2. Inconsistent characterisation? I guess. ALSO THAT RED ROBIN 2009 WAS CANCELLED(For reboot reasons) AT 26 ISSUES WHEN THE AUTHOR HAD PLANNED AHEAD FOR, LIKE, 72

Asking the FoundFamily Source Media guy about his family, huh? That's a lotta people, lmao

Jesus Christ, um. Dick Grayson, my oldest brother and the one I was closest too the longest, I always list as my favourite. Jason Todd, other older brother, more of a friendish than brother? Like estranged a little. We get along but in a different capacity. Damian Wayne my little brother. LITTLE FUCKING SHIT for a while, but he adapted and learned and grew up. We ended up really close, it just took longer. He's kinda... Actually my favourite but don't say that too loud, ahaha. Bruce Wayne is my dad—all of these people are adoptive, by the way—and he's... Bruce, bahaha. I don't feel like elaborating. Cassandra Cain, older sister, kinda. In the way that you get super close to a friend and say you're siblings versus actual sibling bond? I dunno, different capacity than with Dick, lol. Stephanie Brown! Ex girlfriend and a best friend, she's great.

Why are there so many people

Then there are my Young Justice(teen superhero group I started with Sb+Imp) buddies! Kon-El(Superboy), Bart Allen(Impulse), Cassie Sandsmark(Wondergirl), Cissie King-Jones(Arrowette), and uh... Many others. Long story short, they're all great!

Some questionable people like Pru or Danny Temple or Lonnie Machin... They're cool and B probably wouldn't appreciate them being my friends too much, but he's lame and doesn't know better until it already is better

The Civvie Collection! Callie Evans! Sebastian Ives! My best fucking friendsss I miss them. They keep giving Ives cancer </3. And Tamara Fox! We fake dated(fake engaged, actually) and then actually dated, but then just settled as friends, she's really funny. There's so many people, my god. Gotham Heights friends and Wizards(Witches?) and Warlocks(it's just DnD) group, and Grieves and Brentwood and hrurghh

Also my mom and dad! Janet and Jack Drake. They died(near obligatory for bat-adoption). They're great, could've been better, but not nearly as bad as fandom would like to lead you to believe. My step-mom Dana was fantastic, I miss her. She taught me a lot of, like, Normal Things, and is also the source of my Soup Love

I also had two sons—David and Jackson— of different mothers—neither I stayed with

I'm not a fan of Some recent characterisation of myself, it, like, nukes the original 90's stuff—That sounds kinda pretentious and gatekeepy, whoops. But like. I've ranted many-a-time about the fact I lose (usually cool)character traits that are then given to other people(my brothers, usually the Ds) and I'm left with (usually) lame stuff and more flat characterisation, if that makes sense.

i.e. 2003 Teen Titans Dick has more of my personality, as well as my suit(fair, because he'd've been running around in undies otherwise) and bō(as a main weapon. He can use one, for sure, but it was never his main weapon, let alone while he was running with TT)

i.e. Damian, when he's drawn without his brown skin, looks like my twin 90% of the time?? Especially since they started putting his hair down, bahahaha. I've had a lot of hairstyles so I can't nitpick that...

i.e. In the recent(now cancelled) TD: Robin run, they nerfed my intelligence?? Rude. I can complain about that for an hour though

DC is Meh about consistent characterisation through runs, especially since there's so many different writers for each individual thing, lol

ALSO! Damian haters. But that usually has some root in racism and also people just being dickweeds about kids :T

Ask game

#timblr #asks #:deadguy:#I need to SHUT MY MOUTH #I think it's funny I tried really hard to keep it short and that still happened </3 #Could ask about specific people/memories I guess! I won't get into anything too negative #<—King of internet safety

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Chapter 13

Chapter 13 of [Hogwarts Legacy Fanfiction] The Mirror

Words count: 8486

Sebastian was persistent in expressing his resentment throughout the entire journey from the shared house to the Grand Hall, all because Ominis had tea with Daria in the morning without calling him to join.

"I can't believe you guys had tea together without even waking me up! We live together, we're in the same group, yet you and Daria are willing to exclude me like this!"

"Merlin's beard! How many times do I have to talk about this for it to sink into your stubborn head? You're not a tea enthusiast, nor are you a morning person. I've tried waking you up before, what's the point? I've had four years of experience struggling with your laziness."

"I don't like waking up early normally because of school, but I'll definitely wake up early for hangouts with friends! And who says I don't know how to appreciate tea?! I bought you the tea you drank!"

"I'm the ONE who makes the shopping list for you to buy! You don't even know which tea to drink at what time, let alone distinguish the types of tea! Who would appreciate tea like you do?"

It's amazing how best friends can argue over such small matters. Daria, who was walking in the middle, wanted to step back and walk behind the two instead of in between. But somehow, whenever she walked slowly, they would slow down, and vice versa when she walked fast, they would too, and they wouldn't miss a word of their argument...

Daria finally had to soothe Sebastian, telling him that she and Ominis were just coincidental, and neither she nor Ominis wanted to disturb Sebastian's sleep. Daria even promised that if she and Ominis had another chance to have tea together, she would ask Ominis to wake him up so that they could have tea together. Only when she said that did Sebastian stop his impulsive behavior, although he was still angry. At least he stopped arguing with Ominis.

Daria breathed a sigh of relief when she finally entered the Great Hall in peace, but Ominis, walking next to her, couldn't resist poking Sebastian with another taunt:

"Well, I guess I'm the one with the temper, right? You and Daria were playing one-on-one all afternoon yesterday until evening, while Daria and I had only had tea together for less than two hours. So who's the one who's 'ready to play one-on-one and leave me behind'?”

This is the clearest example of the saying 'chop wood for three years and burn it in one hour'. Daria's effort until now has all been shattered by this one sentence from Ominis, and the two boys ended up arguing again. Sebastian bluntly expressed that he didn't want to sit with Ominis, so the three of them ended up sitting where Sebastian sit with Daria and facing Ominis at the other side.

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umanta · 1 year

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My impression of House is that he's like the American doctor version of Gordon Ramsey so. I'm just accusing both Anders and House of being doctors

luxflora asked: Anders as House?

asdkfsdkf okay so.

First, disclaimer: I'm on my second rewatch of house, season 2, and the last time I watched it was like ten years ago or more so.

Second, I'm so sorry you opened this can of worms because now I am Thinking about this and you get the brunt of it.

You're kind of right about him being the gordon ramsay of doctors. But he doesn't have the same kind of... compassion, maybe? He's not a shouty guy, but he is a major asshole. In the first season, its heavily stressed that House only takes patients he finds 'interesting' (aka challenging to diagnose).

(and honestly, that aspect of house makes me think that this won't be a great one-to-one translation. whoever takes on the role of house (probably hawke, bc main character) probably won't be as much of an ass)

BUT!!! there is a character who is a good doctor, cares about the patients, is criticized as being over compassionate, often makes slightly impulsive/risky choices when they think there's no other option:

Allison Cameron

(bonus: for at least the first few seasons she has a huge crush on the main character)

more thoughts on the DA2 characters in House setting below:

So, Hawke. House.

Making Hawke House is pretty obvious. Also their names are similar. But a major aspect of playing DA2 is how the events of the game impact and affect Hawke, and House is a little too detached for that.

But then we have oncologist James Wilson, House's best friend, and total sweetheart -- except when he's talking to House, when he is capable of being a huge asshole.

For me, the (emotional) focal point of House MD is House and Wilson's relationship. Workplace drama doesn't appeal to me bc I don't enjoy watching people make problems for each other when they're supposed to be working together (why am i watching this show at all? good question, idk either). So in a setting where none of the characters seem to actually... like? each other?? the friendship here is one of the only genuine emotions moments we get.

So if House-Wilson is the plot-unrelated center of the show, then in da2 terms... it's got to be Hawke and Varric.

I think Hawke still takes on Doctor House because, main character syndrome. A purple Hawke could mesh well with House's sarcasm; otherwise we're remixing house and wilson.

Now the team - Foreman, Cameron, and Chase. They work under hawke together but are generally competing and sniping at each other.

It's got to be Anders, Fenris, and Merrill. We've already agreed that Anders is Cameron, but I don't think the others really match up too well. Merrill has Chase's parent issues with Marethari, and is similar to Cameron in that people are quick to dismiss her as naive or overly optimistic. Fenris, I can't think of anything, but they don't have to replace the characters exactly.

I don't think Isabela would be a doctor. I'm not sure what she would be here... maybe she takes on Stacy's role, a lawyer working witht he hospital, without the ex-gf situation? I'd love for her to be like, a patient-turned-friend somehow. acquaintance to patient to friend. WAIT no she could totally be a hotshot lawyer who constantly bends the rules, who happened to have a one night stand with hawke some time ago. (she also 'knows' the HoF, a famous doctor who happens to be working on a cure to the Blight... so...)

Aveline is Cuddy -- she's the one trying to keep Hawke and Varric in check, trying to run the hospital, but it's convenient for her to turn a blind eye most of the time, so she does. Not above a little manipulation or blackmail if necessary.

Sebastian, I honestly think, is a billionaire-inheriting priest who meets the crew because his only surviving family is in the hospital (there's a whole bit of 'are you sure you don't want us to just kill them? we'll only take a small cut' 'NO!'), and then later stays on to be with people in their last moments. Very affable, but probably also says his specific faith prayers over any of the dying, even if they don't want it. (bc 'how could more prayers hurt?')

Elthina, Meredith, and Orsino are on the board of directors or whatever its called. Elthina is the CEO (owner? most powerful anyway). Meredith wants the hospital to be more profitable. Orsino wants to do more teaching/research but doesn't actually have enough power to do so? I'm realizing I have no idea about the admin structure of a hospital so I'll stop here.

#luxflora #again i'm so sorry but its all here now #house md #dragon age 2 #anders #allison cameron #greg house #hawke #james wilson #varric tethras #house/wilson becomes varrhawke which is pleasing to me

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gleekto · 2 years

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Fic: Can’t Take My Eyes Off Of You (7/?)

Short Summary: Blaine coming of age in 1969. Columbia University. Hippie!Kurt. Elliott and Sebastian as Blaine’s mentor-friends. Unironic use of ‘groovy’. Coming out and fitting in and falling in love.

Amazing Poster by @caramelcoffeeaddict

For @slayediest who gave an inspired prompt for this way back when.

Day One, Day Two, Day Three, Day Four, Day Five, Day 6

Day Seven: Tricky

The dorm rap committee has a debrief at Earl Hall on the Monday before the Tuesday general meeting.

"A rousing success," Elliott high fives Dani and grabs the chair next to Sebastian. "Am I right, Blaine?"

"I have no basis for comparison but it sure wasn't like presenting to a football team," Blaine pauses. "Or a church group."

"Oh we've done a few of those," Dani nods knowingly. "Way more tricky. Gotta love the free love crowd. They have a lot less hang ups about sex outside of a straight marriage."

"They seem to have a lot less hang ups about everything."

"Smoke enough weed and everything goes," Sebastian smirks.

"I think they actually meant it," Blaine pauses. "At least one of them did. One of them is in my music history class. He actually told me the other day that he may check out one of our meetings," Blaine says proudly. They're always looking for new members - gay or straight. Doesn't matter.

Three sets of eyes go wide. "Wow," Elliott nods in approval. "Who that Jesse guy? Sebastian, you should have seen this guy - loves the attention. Wants it all, guys, girls, doesn't matter."

"Was he hot?"

"Sure," Elliott shrugs.

"One of us?" Sebastian continues. "Not with his girlfriend on his arm," Sebastian scoffs. "No seriously. I don't think he was. Just too all out there."

Blaine nods. Jesse was definitely all out there. "No, not Jesse actually. It was that quiet guy, Kurt. He's in my class."

"You mentioned," Elliott looks at Blaine quizzically. "You realize that guy might not just be a supportive friend, right?"

"Who Kurt? No no. He's not gay. Just a hippie. But supportive."

Elliott sighs skeptically. "Much as I'd love to believe all those hippies are so open minded that they want to attend our meetings-"

"He is."

"Is he hot?" Sebastian switches gears.

"I don't know. I guess," Blaine says, indignant. "I mean yeah, he's good looking but I kind of know him and he's in my class and it wouldn't be appropriate-"

"To what?" Sebastian stares at him. "You think your roommate Sam never admits he thinks a female friend is hot?"

"'Course he does. He doesn't shut up about that girl Sarah on the fourth floor." Blaine does not appreciate the three sets of eyes staring him down right now like he's been caught doing something illegal. When he's trying to do the opposite.

"Look, I'm just trying to make this world a more tolerant place and I'm going to welcome our friend Kurt without objectifying him, if that's okay with all you seniors."

"Our heterosexual friend, Kurt," Elliott emphasizes.

"Exactly," Blaine agrees.

"I know we live in a world where we better not think anyone is gay, lest we want to be heartbroken, or worse - But the Homophile League is our world, and a new guy coming into it - you can connect the dots," Sebastian crosses his arms. So sure of himself.

"No," Blaine shakes his head dismissively.

"Nope," Elliott finally agrees but then he leans into him and continues "Hope is just too scary, right Blaine?"

Blaine is extra nervous before the Homophile League meeting this Tuesday. He takes extra care with his outfit, choosing his usual classic masculine look - jeans and a freshly pressed white button down, but this time with a red and navy bowtie for a bit of flare. And red patent leather shoes - an impulse purchase that he hasn't had the guts to wear. Until today. It's a little more "noticeable" than he usually dresses but no one is likely to notice before he gets to the meeting. What is he even so worried about? That someone might think he's gay because he's fashionable? He tries so hard to fit in but there are worse things than a rumour that is actually true. Kurt isn't even gay and he isn't afraid to wear the most outrageous outfits. Which look really good on him so Blaine can understand why. But he guesses hippies can get away with mostly anything.

This is only Blaine's fourth meeting so it makes sense that he's still nervous. It's definitely not that Kurt may show up. Or maybe just a bit because he'd obviously be responsible for making him feel welcome - after all it was their dorm rap that got him here. If he even comes.

"Hey Blaine. Wanna help me set up the chairs?" Blaine is relieved to see Elliott. He's confident and out and so comfortable about everything. He is like a big brother. But Blaine still wants to be hot. If not to Elliott, then at least to other gay guys.

"So what should we lead with Blaine? We've got the fun stuff and the serious stuff - our first ever community dance in a month or the concerned parents association writing to the paper yet again about the pansies going too far?"

"Really?"

"Yeah, and I'm not sure they're going to let up. So conservative and-"

"No, I mean the dance."

Elliott gives him a sly smile. "Got your eyes on someone, Blaine?"

"No, I mean, politically." Obviously. "It's just really cool that it's happening after not being allowed to organize social events and-"

"Oh yeah. Politically it's great. Seb and I will be there for sure. And you never know who might show up-"

"Hi Blaine." Blaine pivots and keeps his face as calm as possible. Kurt came. Because of his presentation. He is helping to make the world more tolerant. To bring in supporters to their cause. He smiles widely.

"Hi Kurt. So glad you could make it. You remember Elliott?"

"Kurt - welcome."

"Of course," Kurt nods. He has a lovely, soft voice, Blaine thinks. "San Francisco, big city to big city."

"Good thing you were listening. There's a quiz later," Elliott squeezes Kurt's shoulder. "So glad to have you, Kurt. I gotta start this thing but seriously, great you could make it."

There's an awkward silence when Elliott steps away. Or at least Blaine thinks it's awkward. He has no trouble making friends or making people feel welcome. This is ridiculous that he feels tongue tied with a person he actually knows. "So how does this regular meeting thing work? Do we just chit chat or-"

"No, no." Blaine gestures at the chairs set out in a circle. "Elliott will lead the meeting. Apparently today we're talking about how to address another complaint by parents about us in the paper, and our permission to hold a community dance."

"Figures you get complaints," Kurt shakes his head, almost angry. "You guys are the most harmless and conservative looking students. You are not nearly as boundary pushing as my hippie crew. What even do they want from you?" Kurt shakes his head.

"We're not that conservative," Blaine says back, "Looks can be deceiving you know," He teases trying to lighten the mood.

"Well, you are wearing red shoes," Kurt smiles conspiratorily. Kurt noticed. Kurt in dark blue bell bottom jeans with a cowboy leather vest and silk striped top noticed his little pop. Which Blaine is now sure he needs to stop thinking about because Sebastian was dead wrong - Kurt just said that the gay students are more conservative than the hippies. And Kurt is a hippie. Wrong box.

The meeting is nice actually. In the first half, they decide they will write their own letter to the editor about what their group is really about - promoting tolerance, and acceptance of everyone - homosexual and heterosexual - and that it's a false stereotype that gay people are just about parties and a wild life ("speak for yourself", Sebastian interrupts) - we're not so different from you. And in the second half, there is a lot of enthusiasm for the stereotype itself - the dance. The first one ever. It's for community building. Not hooking up. Maybe.

Blaine notices that Kurt doesn't say anything throughout the meeting. Just listens like a true supporter would. And he obviously isn't that interested in the dance, but he's polite enough to stay until the end.

"See you in class tomorrow, Blaine." Kurt waves at him and smiles quietly as he exits.

"Nice guy that Kurt," Elliott says to him as the door closes with just a few members left cleaning up.

"Right Blaine?" Sebastian joins them with a smirk on his face.

Blaine crosses his arms and leans against the wall. "Yes Sebastian. He is a nice guy. A nice heterosexual guy who wants to promote tolerance."

"Ha!" Sebastian shakes his head at Blaine. "You don't seriously think that guy is straight, right?"

"No. I know he is. He said it to me right in the meeting - he can't believe people are threatened by us - that homosexuals, like us, look way more conservative than hippies, like him."

Elliott and Sebastian look at each other skeptically. "I don't think Kurt meant what you think he meant, Blaine," Elliott shrugs.

"I think our Blaine has a crush," Sebastian reaches to pinch Blaine's cheek before Blaine swats his hand away.

"I am not crushing on a straight guy again, Sebastian. Been there done that. And yes, I'm sure." That ends that.

"So ask him," Sebastian challenges. "Ask him if he has a girlfriend. You'll have your answer." Blaine shakes his head. "I dare you."

#klaine spring fling #two scenes again today!#can't take my eyes off of you #I will likely post all the sections so far incl tomorrow's as chapter one on AO3

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Hey uhh I really liked the Killua with ADHD s/o so... Ciel, Levi, Hange, Shaiapouf and Meruem, with ADHD reader (in the form of headcanons) .. also take your time :)

Wow, not gonna lie. I was already happy when I finally got to write something about the Chimera Ants already once. But to be able to write about a few of them again. I apologize if I didn’t get something accurate.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, obsessiveness, possessiveness, threatening, degrading, delusions, ADHD, violence, brutal behavior, killing

ADHD: ADHD stands for attention deficit hyperactivity disorder, a complex brain disorder. ADHD is a development impairment of the brain’s executive functions. It causes trouble with impulse-control, focusing and organization.

s/o has ADHD

Ciel Phantomhive

☕️Ciel isn't the best nor is he the worst to have with his darling having ADHD. He doesn't hate you for it, he knows you can't do anything against it since it's not your fault. You were just born with it and there's nothing you could have done. So he does try to be as understanding and patient with you as possible. But keep in mind that Ciel can get rather easily annoyed if his buttons are pushed the right way. So I feel like if he realizes that he's near his limit, he would somewhat push you away and let Sebastian or the other servants deal with you. This might hurt your feelings, but Ciel is actually frightened that he'll say something hurtful to you and for that leaves you. Would later on apologize and try to make it up to you. He himself isn't very familiar with ADHD, but is a smart boy and has his demon butler with him.

☕If you should tend to lose motivation and focus quickly, lose your things and don't seem to listen too someone when being talked to then you actually don't have to worry too much. Because Sebastian and the servants will do anything for you, meaning you don't have to worry about being forced to do cores. You losing things can of course annoy Ciel, especially if they were expensive or he needed them himself. Luckily his butler finds them always quickly. He would grow definitely a lot more controlling over his s/o because they keep forgetting things, leading him to scheduling out their whole day from the moment they wake up to the moment they go back to bed. Ciel also tries to not make you focus on something too long since you lose quickly interest. It's agitating in a way for him since he hates it when he gets the feeling that you don't pay attention to him, but he reminds himself that you can't do anything against it.

☕If you should be the more hyperactive one, Ciel will definitely have to leave you very often alone. Ciel isn't good with very energetic and loud people since he's constantly surrounded by such persons. He really does extend his string of patience a lot with you, but he feels kind of insulted whenever you suddenly blurt in when he's talking. Also nearly goes crazy whenever you can't sit still for a minute somewhere, tapping your feet and playing with your fingers. Your hyperactivity exhausts him and the only reason he puts up with it without lashing out on you is because you can't do anything against it and because he loves you. Hates leaving you alone because he's afraid that you'll climb up somewhere or touch some weapons or things which might hurt you. So whilst it makes him tick off, he will have you stick near him very often and if he needs to calm down, he'll order Sebastian to watch over you since that guy's the most capable of handling you.

☕Reputation is important for Ciel and as arrogant this may sound, feel like he wouldn't tell many people about you since he doesn't want to be judged for being in love with someone many nobles would describe as 'unsuitable'. He can gladly pass on the whole 'You-could-have-chosen-better' talk. A less selfish reason is that he is due to the way you are incredibly overprotective of you. Next to being a bit embarassed, he understands that you would probably not want to hear others talking trash about you. He lives in a very difficult time where people were more judging than they might be today. This openmindness wasn't as present as today and behavior was especially under people from higher society very important. Ciel knows that and it leads him to shielding you from the outside world.

☕I feel like the people in the manor are all really open-minded and would accept you open-heartedly which will lift a bit weight from Ciel's shoulders. Sebastian has infinite patience and Bardroy, Tanaka, Mey-Rin and Finny just really like his darling. It gives Ciel the feeling that he can trust and rely on them and whilst he definitely keeps a sharp eye on the human servants since they tend to be more clumsy which might end in an accident. After Sebastian Tanaka might be the most trusted, that is if he is in his real form. This gives Ciel a sense of ease because when he hurt you unintended, he knows he can count on them to be there for you and comfort you. Mey-Rin, Finny, Bardroy and Tanaka will over time grow just as their master overprotective over you.

Shaiapouf

🎻Here we have to keep in mind that Shaiapouf changed his type and behavior for his darling. I think during the first time when he was a stricter Yandere, he had a harder time dealing with this. Because back then it was all about perfection for Shaiapouf and this was somewhat of a flaw his darling had. After reading a whole day books about it, he did get that his s/o didn't choose to be this way, but it led him to being a bit harsh on them neverthless. When he reached the point of total adoration and devotion, that changed of course and all of a sudden, his view on all of this changed. It wasn't any longer a flaw, it was a unique trait his royalty had and Shaiapouf swore to himself to treat them like a loyal servant should.

🎻During the first stage he definitely tended to be very controlling, probably even forcing you into doing things even when you lost focus and/or motivation. At that time Shaiapouf just had very high expectations for you and you just happened to go against his perfect and ideal picture he had in mind. He forced you to educate yourself better, he forced you into learning the violin or another instrument, all because this perfect image of you was stuck in his head. And he scolded you every time he noticed that you stopped doing it once again. It was definitely not an easy time. So when he entered his worshipper mode it is most likely a huge relief for his darling. Because now he doesn't care about all of this anymore, the only thing he is focused on is protecting his king/queen and keep them happy. Now he doesn't lash out when you lose your things or seem to not listen to him. He's past total devotion and infatuation and due to his never-ending amount of patience with you a lot easier to be with. You don't have to move a finger anymore because he insists on doing anything for you now.

🎻The stricter version of him also wouldn't tolerate it if you should be too energetic, keep interrupting him or can't sit still without somehow move your limps or even do indecent things. He always tries to keep in mind that it's somewhat of a sickness, but for him it was then all about manners and good behavior and so he did try to forcefully change your way of being, always scolding you and trying to teach you how to act properly. For a worshipper Shaiapouf this is a no-go and even thinking back on how he even dared to think that he had the authority to try to change his already and always perfect majesty has him devastatedly sobbing. HOW DARE HE?! Now he honestly doesn't care anymore when you interrupt him, constantly act energetic or even scream at him in excitement. He's obsessive and due to that tends to focus really intensely on your behavior, he's beyond relieved that he didn't damage you with his previous way of acting. His majesty shouldn't change because of him. The only thing that makes him badly paranoid is when you act a bit too reckless which might end with you getting hurt. This makes Shaiapouf always fly panicked to you, preventing you from doing whatever you were about to do and try to coax you into doing something where he knows you won't get hurt.

🎻He used to somewhat degrade you and make you feel bad about yourself before too, inveighing constantly that you should and could do better if you would just try a bit harder. It has him going on a crying rampage later on because even thinking about how he used to say those words at you and not caring when you looked hurt at him inflicts an unbelievable amount of pain onto him. If he should ever even think that you still resent him for it, you have him kneeling in front of you whilst sobbing and begging for forgiveness even though he knows he doesn't deserve it. That's the exact reason he is even more anxious of ever letting you under humans again. He's frightened that they will not only kill you, but also talk down to you because of your ADHD. It gives him nasty heart attacks all the time and if he should ever find out that there was someone in your old hometown that bullied you because of this, he will remove named disgrace shortly after because it makes him absolutely furious when he hears that someone didn't respects and worships you the way he does. Blames also himself for not making you feel worthy enough if you yourself should think lowly of yourself.

🎻You all can probably guess it, but after becoming a worshipper, it will become a lot more easier for the s/o to endure life a bit better with Shaiapouf because now he doesn't see their ADHD as a flaw anymore, but as a special trait that has to be adored and protected. He will do now about anything and everything for you. Shaiapouf is in this case even more dependent on your approval because he's horrified of how unworthy he used to treat you and misreads things constantly, instantly blaming it on how he used to be. It can be as much as you reacting a bit too late to him because you weren't focused and then you already have him crying. He's still a lot to deal with, but it's better for your mental health to not be discriminated for your ADHD anymore and being told that you could do better.

Meruem

👑Just like Pouf, he had a change in his overall behavior which needs to be looked over. Let's just say that at first he was totally terrifying with dealing and accepting it. Different from Pouf he's the type to blame you for this even if you really couldn't do anything about it. It's a dangerous gamble in here because he used to expect total obedience and behavior from you and annoying him or going against his wishes ended with him hurting and scaring you on a daily base. After he had his transformation to a slightly better Yandere, he became totally fascinated with this, suddenly being interested a lot more about ADHD and informing himself properly.

👑It won't go well if you don't stay focused whilst he is doing something with you or he gets the impression that you don't listen when he's talking to you. It ends with him talking terribly down to you, pocking cruel fun at you for being so stubborn, dumb and weak and can even end with him hurting you physically when he's had enough. Later on he would be still somewhat grumpy and annoyed whenever you forget things or lose focus and don't listen to him. But now he came to the terms of accepting that this isn't your fault to start with and for that won't lash out on you anymore. He just checks on you and makes sure that you don't forget to look after your own health.

👑Being loud and interrupting others because you can't wait for your turn might be even worse than being unfocused and forgetful in here. Meruem is a king, you have to treat him like one and obey him. And being all impatient, not letting him finish his sentences and even yelling at him is such a huge sign of disrespect that Meruem used to think that you are either out of your mind or have a death wish. It ended so often with you crying afterwards, either because he had terrorized you or really hurt you. That changed of course later on, he still was somewhat annoyed by all of this, but now he just tends to clamp a hand over your mouth when he realizes that you're about to suddenly start speaking again. He doesn't like being interrupted. He proves to have more tolerance with you constantly being hyped up and even expects his royal guards, execept Pouf, to be ready to troll around with you when you seem too energetic. Since he knows that you can be very careless, he never lets you leave his sight, especially when his butterfly servant or another chimera ant is around.

👑He honestly used to be the worst when it came to talking bad to you and about you. He called you weak, pathetic, useless and many other things. He just thought that you should be grateful for him to even keep you since you were a sore for his eyes to see. But he also saw himself at that time as the only one who was allowed to talk like this, ending in him killing everyone who did the same. He owned you and only he had the right to do this to you. That changed after he softened up. Now he kills everyone who talks bad about you because he cares and I believe Shaiapouf might just really get himself killed because he simply does not see you as a worthy partner for his king.

👑Neferpitou and Youpi adore you and whilst Meruem is on alert whenever they are near you, it's nothing compared to hen Pouf is with you in the room. Meruem will never, NEVER, trust this guy when he's near you. The only person he really trusts you around is Komugi, since he cares about her as well and since Komugi never judges you to begin with. He feels sorry if he should have left any sort of trauma on you because he used to try to really break you so you would finally behave. That makes him really careful when he's now acting around you because he's somewhat worried he'll break you if he isn't gentle enough with you.

Hanji/Hange Zoë

🔬Hanji is someone who doesn't care about this at all. They're incredibly open-minded with everything and tend to be very special and peculiar in their own sense. Similar to their fascination with Titans, they will suddenly become to an unhealthy extent curious about ADHD, staying up nights to read books and maybe even ask people who know someone who has this disorder. It adds oddly up to their obsession they have with you and whenever you do something that is connected to this, they get scarily interested about it. Their interest about ADHD would go because of their darling from zero to thousand in only a short amount of time.

🔬Hange doesn't mind it that much if you don't really pay attention to things even though it can be a bit embarassing from time to time since they tend to start rambling exitedly about things only to realize a lot more later that you stopped listening ages ago. But Hange isn't someone who gets discouraged very easily and won't blame you for it. They are very lenient when it comes to you forgetting things, since they are a bit like you in that matter, even though they only forget things which aren't important for them. Also shows a lot of tolerance when you keep forgetting to do your cores or just lose motivation in it. They are also on the messier and forgetful side when it comes to taking care of themself. But what counts for them, doesn't count for you so the moment they thing you start lacking to look after your own health or the conditions you live in because of your laziness become too extreme, they will step in and help you with cleaning up. Whilst trying to keep you as motivated for as long as possible, they won't be angry or disappointed if they have to do it alone because you lost motivation.

🔬If you should show symptoms of hyperactivity and too much enthusiasm and excitement, you're a match made in heaven for Hanji, even though Levi tends to call you two a match made in hell because now he has to endure two of you. But honestly, Hanji shows a lot of similarities in this case. They can be really thrilled and driven by an invisible motor as well, not to mention that if they're too excited about something, they tend to cut people off before they finished speaking as well. But they do know when to stay quiet or become more serious whilst you don't, but it isn't like Hanji gets ever annoyed or angry with you. They find it even quite endearing since you remind them so much of themself. For the most part they will let you be, even though definitely stopping you when realizing that you're about to get too reckless. I can see them as even being the type of person who will be all excited with you together and do stupid things together. Not only because they just really enjoy being silly together, but also to look after you.

🔬They're not surprisingly very much angered whenever someone makes a wrong comment about their darling's way of acting around. Hange knows that people tend to get annoyed with heir darling and even see them as a nuisance. And that makes them mad. They really have no tolerance for such people who think they can judge someone without even knowing how they feel. And it's their darling we're talking about after all which makes them even more furious. Even Levi has to be a bit more careful. Hange definitely shows a lot more patience with him, Erwin and people they're close too, but even here they can become eerily quiet the moment someone says something too extreme or they notice that you're hurt. Whilst not caring what other people, except their darling, think about them, they care very much when it comes to whether people think bad about their s/o or not. Especially if you should feel insecure they would be a lot more on alert.

🔬Hanji's acceptance is a good thing to have since they don't judge you or get annoyed with you being like you are. They want you to be yourself after all. They don't baby you like many others, but it does lead to them becoming a bit more clingy, especially if you're the hyperactive type. If you don't live together with them, they always pop up very often to check if they have to help you a bit or not. Also has this odd quirk of making notes about your behavior because at this point it's safe to say that they reached the point of unhealthy obsessiveness, everything you do is being absobered by them. It's a bit unhinging to witness, but it makes it easier for Hanji to deal with your behavior even better since they know at some point what to expect and how to counter if it might endanger you. One thing, you're not going to be scout under any means because Hanji totally fears that either you'll lose focus or get too overxcited, and not in a good way.

Levi Ackerman

⚔️At the beginning it might be a bit more hard for Levi to adjust to all of this. Given the fact that he's obsessive and collects rapidly informations about you, he'll find out about this very early on, talking to neighbours, your friends and other people you're familiar with. And of course he'll start informing himself about all of this, but he has just a short string of patience and is easy to annoy. He knows he really can't let his ire out on you since you can't do anything about it, but sometimes your behavior just really tugs on his nerves since he isn't the best with people who are either unfocused or too active for their own good. So similar to Ciel at the beginning he might distance himself out of fear to say something too harsh to you. He doesn't want to scare you.

⚔️Levi would step in a lot into your private life if you should keep forgetting to clean up a lot and lose daily things. Neglecting hygiene, tidiness and maybe even your own health is such a huge red cross for him. He would be definitely a lot more controlling than usual and come over everyday to check on you and the condition your house is in. And if he thinks it isn't cleaned up? Guess who's staying for a bit longer to wash and scrub, doing your laundry and organizing your things? He might even try due to that to speed things up to get you to move in with him quicker so he can really make sure that you will never forget about such important things again. I can funnily see him as someone who won't be as mad as some people might think he would be. He's of course pissed that you either forget to look after the house and you or just lack motivation, but it gets attenuated due to him knowing that you don't do it because you're really lazy or because you aren't interested in it. He will still try to push you into at least helping a bit, but he can and will play the role of the housewife. Prefers it maybe even that way since he gets things done like he wants too.

⚔️With a more pumped up darling he will have troubles at first. It isn't like he isn't used to such people, he knows quite a few of those. But with his s/o this is just a bit of a different story since he really tries to avoid being harsh or mean to them which he would have been normally with those kind of persons. He might seek some advice from Hange since he knows that he is not the best when it comes to being patient. He might even let you spend time with them when he gets a bit overwhelmed with your energy since despite being annoyed with them most of the time, Levi trusts them. He would be gone for a bit to collect his thoughts before coming back with his emotions having calmed down. Will with time however learn how to deal with you being all bubbly and hyped. But he also will definitely watch over you more carefully since due to your too active personality you tend to do things that might be dangerous. It's one of the reasons he often gets mad at Hanji when he has to leave you alone. They are willing to do such things with you which triggers his overprotective side a lot.

⚔️Disrespectful brats aren't tolerated from him in all scenarios. But when it comes to disrespecting his darling, his reaction is definitely the most intense one. Whilst Levi admits that he himself struggles sometimes and finds himself annoyed by this, he would never insult you on purpose and if he does he apologizes later on. There's of course a difference between just pointing something out or really being mean with the intention to be. Levi can tell which is which and will act accordingly. He doesn't say anything if someone just points something out with the intention of wanting to be friendly since he's like this as well. But if someone insults you or pokes fun at you that's a different story in which Levi will shove someone's face into the dirt with demanding an apology. Would be a bit nagging when you seem to get discouraged very easily, complaining that you're too sensitive, but would still be in the end always comfort you when you're down.

⚔️Will literally not let you do anything dangerous since he's worried you'll lose focus and hurt yourself because you aren't careful enough. If you should even mention that you want to be a scout or anything like this, you'll have him instantly being over you and ordering you to stop thinking such a ridiculous thing. Levi tends to overthink everything a bit due to you having ADHD. Hange is probably the person he's the most calm around when with you since he knows that they are the last person who would judge you and from all persons he knows, he just has the most trust in them even though he tends to give them a rather long and harsh lecture whenever they tried something stupid with you.

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