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atomicami · 4 months

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vengeance.

roommate!abby anderson x fem!reader

- summary: you’re tired of dealing with your boyfriend’s awful habits. when he ends up crossing the line with you one day, you decide to get back at him, and your not-so-innocent roommate has the perfect way to do it.

- content: smut MDNI, no outbreak/modern au, reader and abby are roommates, reader has a shitty boyfriend, slight mentions of alcohol consumption and partying, infidelity/cheating, sex tape/amateur porn, kinda roughdom!abby, strap usage (r!receiving), abby referring to the strap as her cock, slight choking, daddy kink, abby hits it from the back, oral & fingering (r!receiving), pussy slapping, squirting, aftercare at the end ofc

- author’s note: hi everyone!! so i decided to do my very first collab with none other than the amazingly talented @whore4abby, i’m so grateful to have done this with you!!

also, consider this fic as our 1k special from us to you. thank you so much for all the love and support you’ve given to the both of us 🤍 we hope you enjoy it!!

you don’t really know how you got yourself to this point.

well, you do, actually…but you didn’t know how this could have possibly escalated so fast.

it was just a silly little conversation at first. you were simply venting to your roommate, abby about your boyfriend for what was probably the millionth time now.

“ugh, i just can’t believe him!” you exclaimed to her as you frantically paced around your room. “i told him to make the best impression to meet my parents last weekend and what does he do?! he shows up to the restaurant thirty minutes late smelling like alcohol. how can he be so…so inconsiderate?!”

you’ve been in an on-again, off-again relationship with your boyfriend for about a year now. everything went fine with the two of you at first, but now it somehow just progressed to where you both can’t even make it a week without breaking up.

abby is sat at the foot of your bed, nodding in acknowledgement as you continued to ramble to her about your asshole boyfriend. you truly couldn’t ask for a better friend like her to listen to all of your problems about this, because unlike abby, you knew that anyone else you might know couldn’t withstand having to hear about the same person every damn day of the week.

“i seriously think i’m gonna break up with him now, for good this time.” you tell her with confidence.

abby lets out a sigh and rolls her eyes at your statement. “isn’t that what you said the last fifteen times though?” she asked, further manspreading on your bed before pulling her phone out of her pocket to scroll through it.

“i know, i know,” you said, continuing to pace around your room. “he’s done so much stupid shit lately, but this is honestly the final straw for me. who knows how much worse he could get if i—“

“hey, um…you might wanna see this.” abby says, showing you her phone screen. “isn’t that him?”

“what? what are you—“ your words drift off for a moment. you take a step towards her to take a closer look at her phone. it was an instagram story that her friend manny had posted, containing a video of some frat party happening right now and you could visibly see a girl grinding and making out with your boyfriend, clear as day.

now that was really the last straw for you.

“that asshole…” you mutter quietly to yourself as you watched the story again.

to be honest, you weren’t even that upset about it. well, you were, but not to where you’d be in tears crying over him. but rather, you had an urge to try to get back at him somehow. you wanted to retaliate against him. you wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine.

you wanted to give him vengeance.

“i seriously can’t believe him right now,” you tell abby again as you hand the phone back to her. “you know, i’m not even upset that he cheated on me, i just…” you pause for a moment to take a deep breath. “i just wish i could get back at him, give him some sort of payback you know?”

“yeah, i get you.” abby replies before looking back down at her phone. “you know…i think i might have an idea to get back at him…show that asshole what he’s missing…” she said, flipping her phone around to eye at the camera for a moment before looking back up at you.

“really?” you asked, raising an eyebrow in curiosity as you took another step towards her. “i’m down for whatever, what did you have in mind?”

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and that’s how you got to where you were now, as if it had happened in a matter of seconds.

“c’mon, baby… look at the camera for me.” abby murmured to you from behind.

you laid at the center of your bed, bare body sprawled out with your ass up and abby’s thick, black strap nestled deep inside your wet cunt.

you didn’t want to admit it, but the stretch that abby’s cock had in you was overbearing. you really thought you’d take it, you told her so yourself. but now that you were feeling every single inch inside you, from base to tip—you were very, very wrong. you’re trying as best as you can to follow abby’s commands, but the immense length and girth of her strap has you feeling dizzy.

one of her hands reaches down under your stomach and makes its way up to your neck. “you really want me to repeat myself right now, princess?” she says in a firm tone, keeping her grip on your neck. “i said, look at the camera for me.”

“oh, fuck—“ you whimper to yourself as chills start to go through your spine. your whole body is fucking trembling and abby still has yet to move her cock inside you.

you try to lift your head up, looking straight into the camera on abby’s phone that was currently propped up in front of the two of you, the most dumbfounded expression was stricken on your face at the moment. you were already so cockdrunk and it clearly shows.

“atta girl…would you look at that?” abby says, looking into the camera with you as well. “see how pretty your girlfriend looks on my cock? she’s already drunk and i haven’t even started moving yet…not so bad for a girl if i do say so myself.” she continues narrating into the camera. “i’ll show you how it’s really done, yeah?”

and with that she began to start moving, painfully slow to say the least. you felt her hand let go of its grip on your neck and move to your hip, gripping it tightly as she kept slowly thrusting her cock inside you.

“you like that, princess? like how my cock feels inside you?” she asks in between her thrusts.

you end up mumbling something into the sheets, and abby could’ve sworn that you were calling her a name. her hand quickly returns back to your neck, lifting you up and pulling you back towards her as she kept her cock inside you. “what did you just call me? tell me what you just said.” she says in a stern tone, slowly tightening her grip on your neck.

“f-feels so good, d-daddy…” you slur out to her, eyes rolling to the back of your head as the tip of the strap gently presses against your g spot.

the smirk on abby’s face grew wider as she heard you call her that name. it was like music to her ears, and she couldn’t help but play along with it. “yeah? does it feel good, princess? does daddy’s cock feel good inside that little pussy of yours?” she asks, receiving a whiny nod from you in response.

abby looks into the camera and lets out a quiet groan at the sight of the two of you on her phone screen. “oh fuck, you’re not wrong…let’s take a closer look there, shall we?” she says, keeping your body up against hers with one hand as she moves forward and grabs her phone with the other. you look down as she brings the front camera down to both of your lower bodies where the strap was connecting it. now keeping her bicep firm on your upper body, she snakes her hand down to your gushing pussy, spreading its puffy lips open with two fingers in front of the camera.

“would you look at that…” she murmurs, bringing the camera closer. “that pussy’s practically crying all over my cock. does he ever get you this wet, princess?”

“n-no…” you whine out, shaking your head. “he doesn’t…”

“oh, poor thing…” she murmurs from behind, reaching down to rub your throbbing clit. “seems like you need daddy to take care of you, yeah?”

“y-yes, daddy, please…n-need you to fuck me…”

abby gently lowers you back down onto your bed before setting her phone back to its original spot, screen still fixed on the both of you. she places a hand onto each of your hips, gripping them tightly as she begins to slowly thrust her cock into your pussy.

as abby began to fuck you, you were now buried into the sheets again, releasing muffled moans and whines with every thrust of abby’s hips. in that moment, your boyfriend, and all of the fights and encounters you’ve had with him were the last things on your mind. you didn’t care about him. you didn’t even care about the video, knowing that he’ll be watching it soon. all that was on your mind now was abby and the large piece of black silicone stretching you open.

“does that feel good, baby?” she asks, slowly speeding up her pace. “c’mon baby, why don’t you tell him how it feels?”

you muster up the energy to at least turn your head to the side to respond. “f-feels amazing, daddy…b-best cock i’ve ever had…” you slur back to her, eyes fluttering shut in pleasure as you fist the sheets tightly.

“you hear that?” she says into the camera. “it’s not even real, yet it’s the best cock she’s ever had…bet it’s bigger than whatever you have going on down there too…”

you continue to whine into the sheets, weakly pushing your hips back against abby’s cock as a sign for her to speed it up. “f-faster daddy…p-please…” you whine out to her.

abby looks back down to what was below her, that same smirk growing onto her freckled face once again. “would you look at that, she’s already so eager for more…” she murmurs to herself, tightening her grip onto your hips as she began to thrust into you faster than before.

“oh f-f-fuck—“ you moan out, turning your head back to see her and watching her smirk get bigger again as she admires your drunk, fucked out expression. “don’t look at me now…” she tells you before pointing at her phone. “look at the camera. look at him. tell him how good i’m fucking you.”

despite how heavy your eyelids were getting, you try to keep your vision straight, looking into the camera for as long as you could. “s-s-she’s fucking me s-so good…b-better than y-you…” you slur out into the camera before letting your head drop back down into the sheets.

“you hear that? i’m a better fuck to her than you’ll ever be.” she narrates to the camera, still continuing her fast thrusts inside you. “can’t believe you’re letting a girl beat you at your own game, man.”

it didn’t take long for that feeling to build up inside you. abby had only been fucking you for less than five minutes, and you were already about to cum now.

“a-abby, fuck—g-gonna cum n-now…” you whimper out to her, bringing a trembling hand to hold hers from behind. abby instantly swats your hand away and brings her hand down to your ass to slap it, the sting causing you to flinch a bit. “that’s not my name, princess. you wanna try that again?” she asks you, still not stopping her fast pace.

“fuck, daddy!” you exclaimed, tightening your grip on the sheets to stabilize yourself. “p-please daddy…n-need to cum so bad…”

“there we go, that sounds better now…” she replies, looking back to the camera before back down at you. “go ahead, babygirl…cum for daddy.”

your grip gets even tighter on the sheets, and your cunt begins to clench down hard on the strap before cumming with a loud muffled moan, completely coating abby’s black strap with your release.

“holy fuck…” abby groans out from behind, now slowing down her pace. without pulling out just yet, she leans over to grab her phone, stopping the video and flipping the camera to the back to record a new one. “would you look at that…” she murmurs, zooming in on your lower body, particularly on the white ring that was being formed on her strap.

she then points the camera to the very back of you where your pussy was before slowly pulling her strap out of your fucked out cunt. abby lets out another groan as she watches your pussy clench and spill out your thick release, quickly running two of her fingers over it to pick it up. you whimper and whine due to the sensitivity from her thick fingertips, but you still oblige and let her do it.

“look how fucking good this pussy looks…” abby murmurs to the camera. “you know, i heard her tell me that you refuse to eat her out…” she says, pausing for a moment to suck her fingers clean before continuing. “you’re definitely a fucking idiot, to say the least. who wouldn’t want to get a taste of this sweet girl?”

you hear abby stop the recording on her phone, letting out a breath of relief as you set the rest of your body back down onto the bed. you’re already fucked out as is, and you feel the slumber slowly starting to take over you.

however, you didn’t get to have much of it now that abby has shaken you awake again. “lie back on the bed, i’m not done with you just yet.”

“w-what?” you say weakly, fully blinking your eyes open. “i-isn’t that one enough already?” you ask, pointing to her phone.

abby shakes her head in response. “nope, we still have one more video to make…and you’re holding the camera this time.”

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you take the phone into your shaky hands, almost dropping it in the process before steadying it, abby's eyes practically burning through the camera lens as you angle your phone to film her between your legs, she slaps her hand against your folds and you whine out her name, "keep it fuckin’ steady, you hear me?"

your grip tightens on the phone and you try to keep it as steady as possible as she connects her warm mouth onto your clit, flicking her tongue up and down it a couple times, before drawing back and looking into the camera. "you see what you're missing out on, huh?" she tsks and shakes her head slightly. you draw your bottom lip between your teeth as she sinks back between your legs.

she presses her tongue to your sensitive folds as she messily kisses and licks at your pussy, groaning as she tastes you. her fingertips find your clit, rubbing circles over it as she slurps up your juices. the phone starts to slip from your grasp and abby shakes her head mockingly, slapping her hand straight down onto your pussy, fingertips smacking at your clit cruelly. "i'm not telling you again, keep that camera on me or imma keep slapping this pussy." she drawls, voice low and demanding as her gaze shifts from the camera lens to look straight into your half-lidded eyes. her stern tone has you nodding your head immediately in fear of another sharp slap.

her fingers start to slide into your entrance, slick squelching around them as she thrusts them in and out. her lips move up to suck at your swollen clit, with more purpose this time around as she feels you clenching around her fingers. "lemme hear you baby. c'mon, let it out. let him hear how good i'm making you feel." she whispers, thrusting her fingers in and out faster. she lifts her head and smirks up at you, clearly waiting for you to cum for her.

your back arches up into her and her free hand slides between your legs, roughly rubbing your wet folds as her tongue flutters over your clit, bringing you over the edge. your thighs tremble as they clamp around her blonde head which gives her no other option than to keep her head buried between your legs, sucking on your clit as you ride out your high and start to cum on her face.

her fingers continue to plunge in and out of you at practically record speed, fingertips curling against every inch of your g-spot and without warning, a stream of juices spurts from your pussy to soak her fingers and her face. she slides her fingers from your entrance, holding them up for you to see that they're covered in your juices, glistening in the light.

"look at the mess you made." she chuckles as she looks up and notices the look of absolute shock on your face as you realise what just happened.

"never done that before, huh?" she raises an eyebrow. "nuh uh." you pant out, feeling the need to pinch yourself as there is absolutely no way in hell she just made you squirt. "he's never made me do that....like ever." you giggle.

your head is still reeling as she lays you comfortably up against the pillows before she quickly fetches a washcloth from the en-suite bathroom. she returns less than a minute later, warm washcloth in hand, and starts to clean you up between your legs doting to your every need and want so soothingly, kissing at your thighs and stomach sporadically whilst doing so.

she eventually lends you one of her t-shirts to wear, gently holding your arms above your head, the soft material grazing against your skin. she climbs into bed beside you, the two of you bundled up under the thick sheets, snuggled up into her arms as your scroll through the footage taken on your phone. abby rubs her hand up your spine softly before pulling you tightly against her as she smirks at you, "gimme his number, i wanna send the footage to him."

you giggle and hand her your phone as she quickly copies down his phone number from your contacts into her own with a couple taps of her screen before opening up a text conversation with the new contact. she attaches the videos and starts to type out a message which reads:

"took care of your girl for you tonight...looks like she likes me better, don't you think?"

you shake your head and give her a little amused smile as you see the sheer look of smugness filling her flushed face, "that'll fuckin’ teach him." before pressing send and placing her phone face down on the bed in front of you.

it’s safe to say that thanks to abby’s bright idea, you were successfully able to give your boyfriend the vengeance that he deserved after all. as abby pulls you in closer to her chest, you get the feeling that this won’t be the last time you’ll do this with her.

and by the looks of it, you’ve found a new habit of your own to enjoy too.

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centrally-unplanned · 5 months

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I watched the Scott Pilgrim anime! I was deeply ambivalent, which I am sure is a shock to no one who knows me and saw it lol. I think I have a sequence of thoughts, so I will tackle the obvious one first to get it out of the way: Marketing, Adaptation, & Genre Drift in Scott Pilgrim Takes Off

Starting from top, if you don’t know, the Scott Pilgrim anime is not an adaptation of the original source material, but an alternate history version of the events where the titular Scott isn’t present for the majority of the episodes and Ramona Flowers is the main character. Which has been controversial! Not…amazingly controversial or anything, this is an extremely low stakes scenario and from my analysis the majority of people liked it. But controversial enough to get insufferable Kotaku articles “explaining the backlash” which don’t explain the backlash well. Let me see if I can do a better job - its fun to set low bars for yourself to clear after all.

The backlash starts with the marketing; really just the professional drama-trolls would have objected beyond an initial reaction to Netflix announcing Ramona Flowers vs the World; as a concept it makes a ton of sense, and it is essentially what they actually did (well, we will get into that). But that is not how it was sold:

“Join Scott in his fight for love, life, and rock!” I’d love to, still waiting for the invite! This is the first teaser for the show, and if you do a quick “frame count” it pretty equally privileges Scott & Ramona both, but Scott is still on top and it deliberately hides any sense that it is an alternate timeline. It even has this screenshot as one of its final moments:

Which I am pretty sure does not appear in the actual anime! If it does its in some flashback alt-timeline scene in a later episode, not its implied context (in the actual episode Scott ‘loses’ this fight). I can show more evidence - casting the original cast of the movie to make it seem like a ‘recreation’, statements by O’Malley where he plays deliberately coy with the idea of how similar it's going to be, and so on - but I think I don’t have to, because it was intentional, you don’t have to read the tea leaves on this. The bait-and-switch is part of the marketing, not an accident from it.

That is the step 1: people are thrown about being deceived. The step 2 is simple - this is a deception about an adaptation. I am someone who constantly complains about shows sacrificing cohesion & storytelling for “the twist”, but its too common these days to be that mad over it in a mass way. My designated punching bag over at Kotaku points this out:

This is a recurring theme for metatextual work like Final Fantasy VII Remake and the Rebuild of Evangelion films: initially they’re presented as retellings of beloved stories, only for it to become clear at some later point that they’re going to take more than a few liberties and tell a different story entirely.

The difference here is that FFVII and Evangelion are remakes, not adaptations. FFVII is a video game being made into a video game again; Evangelion is a tv show + movie being made into a movie series. The FFVII decision was controversial, but fundamentally you can just go back and play the original game; fucking everyone hated the idea of the Evangelion rebuilds being remakes because that is pointless, the originals have aged amazingly, and they had to deviate to justify their existence (they failed at that, but a story for another time). Meanwhile, Scott Pilgrim is a comic, that has never been a TV series, or an anime. There is the movie, but did you know a bunch of comic fans hate the movie? You see a lot of comments like these all the time (from a discourse reddit thread debating the new show):

Personally, I thought it was fun. I agree with a lot of your complaints honestly, but I don’t understand how you liked the movie? I can’t stand the movie because I feel like the characters are all flat, especially Ramona who has absolutely no personality at all.

I disagree btw, the movie is great, but it is a loose adaptation - hell it was released before the final volume of the graphic novels was finished, it has a different ending! A short, cohesive movie could never adapt a long-form, episodic graphic novel. And its live action, stylistically very different. So this TV show was both branded as, and was expected to fulfill a demand for, a first “real” adaptation of the comic, that people wanted. The fact that Evangelion deviated in its remake is a poor comparison. Questioning that people want full adaptations of works they enjoy isn’t really worth our time.

Now I personally don’t care about the above two - I am explaining the debate, but they aren’t problems for me. Step 3 is where I start caring - I think Ramona Flowers vs the World is a great idea. They thought they made that, and I wish they had. But in the process of telling the bait-and-switch of the story, they also bait-and-switched the genre. There is this great quote from O’Malley about the original graphic novel’s story from an interview (whose headline we will revisit in another post, don’t you worry):

Yeah, I mean, when I was writing Scott Pilgrim the first time, I just wanted to come up with a very simple story engine: fight, fight, fight, get to the end. That gave me something to hang all this other stuff on, all this slice of life hanging out in Toronto.

Its such a nice summation of what Scott Pilgrim is - the fighting against the evil exes? Its all sizzle and jokes, none of it matters. Its a plot device to structure the real story, which is a slice-of-life romance drama, coming-of-age narrative, and extremely intimate portrait of Toronto’s scene of indie music venues and hipster coffee shops. The joke is that Scott is dealing with all this crazy video game/anime shenanigans on top of actually having to navigate very grounded past emotional damage and present challenges of adulthood. The heart of the comic is not the fight scenes, some of which literally happen in the background while other characters are talking, but scenes of a group of friends hanging out at 11:00 PM at a dive Korean restaurant:

Scott Pilgrim Takes Off meanwhile is not built around this cast. Its built around a mystery plot and Ramona Flower’s evil exes, who she is investigating, and Scott Pilgrim, uh, checks notes travelling to the future and fighting his …aged enraged alternate self from the original timeline…? Anyway, Ramona’s evil exes are mainly joke characters, comic reliefs who engage in crazy shenanigans. Half of the episodes are structured around them, and their episodes are filled with extended comedy bits and very-long fight scenes. Episode two has a 13 minutes long fight scene between two of them, including build-up, over control of the League of Evil Exes. Hell, they don’t even live in Toronto - a ton of the new anime takes place in New York City and a bit in California. The comic meanwhile has panels just…explaining locations in Toronto sometimes:

Listing the hours of operation, its so cute! The anime has no time for this in between its sci-fi plots and fight scenes, and its far cheaper for it.

The decision to focus on shallow characters like Ramona’s exes is downstream of the decision to focus on Ramona without Scott -besides the exes the rest of the characters are Scott’s friends, who Ramona gets to know through him. Which is the final point here - who are the characters people love from Scott Pilgrim?

All of Scott’s friends ofc. Characters like Lucas Lee are memes, not people. Obviously Kim Pine, Young Neil, Knives Chau and so on appear in the anime. Sometimes they have great scenes - like the adorable scene of Knives & Kim playing music together, Knives’s first time really trying to jam:

Which goes absolutely nowhere from a character perspective - Knives & Kim barely interact after this. It sets up Knives doing a comedy-meta musical for the plot, sure…but that’s boring in comparison to real emotional connections, Knives doesn't have an arc. But they can’t have more, because our main character Ramona Flowers doesn’t know these people; she wouldn’t just hang out with them, and she is busy with her mystery investigation. She sees them when she needs them for plot reasons. Kim and Knives and Stephen Stills are much flatter this time around (Julie, to her credit, kicks ass in this one).

Obviously I could point out that Scott & Ramona’s relationship in the anime, given that they have literally one date before Scott vanishes, has no depth to it, but that is easy. The funniest way to summarize this character issue is if you check the tags on Tumblr right now, you are going to be awash in Scott/Wallace shipping posts. Like I swear, at times its straight(?)-up 50% of the posts going on, its a rabid gay horde out there lusting for this sugar daddy/baby dynamic. Which makes sense, they have so much sexual tension & emotional depth as friends…in the comic. In the anime they barely know each other! Wallace hates Scott and interacts with him maybe a half dozen times, primarily to tell him to move out, then does his own shit. This is all people projecting comic!Scott/Wallace onto the current show.

There are more downstream consequences of these decisions & other issues (like the overdone meta elements, or abandoning most of the indie-music aesthetic) but this has gone on long enough. The point is that telling a different version of the story would actually be fine. It would disappoint some fans, sure, but if done well you would likely win them around. Hell, the original comic’s ending kind of sucks, good time to polish some things. But if you change the main character and the genre and the cast focus and all the character dynamics…at a certain point its just its own new story now. A story irrevocably tied to the old one, but not about any of the things the old one cared about. I think you can see why that would be a harder sell than Ramona Flowers vs the World, even if it was a good zany action comedy anime in its own right. You will get backlash from this level of drift - and you will deserve it.

Also fuck Lisa am I right? Jeez, 0 out of 2 for moving picture adaptations. What you get for being blonde I guess.

#scott pilgrim #Ash adaptation analysis #essay

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lorre-verie · 1 year

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⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝐌𝐲 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐂𝐡. 4 ࿐ྂ

summary: Ao’nung’s unbridled and seemingly nonsensical rage causes him to do the dumbest thing you’ve ever seen him do in your entire 15 years of living. The next time you talk to Neteyam, you realise it is you who must pay for the weight of your brother’s crimes.

word count: 2.1k

pairings: neteyam x gn! Ao’nung’s older twin! Reader

warnings: sadness, ao’nung and reader reconciling, i think there’s cussing somewhere, more sadness

“You’ve struck me down and thrown away my heart, and you dare laugh?” Neteyam grasped at his chest, mimicking heartbreak. You laughed harder at his amusing behaviour. He kept finding ways to cheer you up, and you were grateful to him for it.

The day after Ao’nung’s outburst, you came to Neteyam for comfort. You were both sitting on a tiny sandy island just a little ways from Awa’atlu, cracking jokes and teaching each other stuff.

He had taught you some more english lingo, and you taught him how to swim faster. Not too fast though, you worried that if you taught him too well he’d be faster than you.

You never told him about what Ao’nung had said the other night, you just wanted him to make you feel like everything was going to be okay again. You had gotten used to his presence and the way he made a deep buzzing sound in your heart.

“Okay okay, what’s a playboy again?” you tried to comprehend the language, but there were just so many rules and confusing terms. “A playboy is a guy who can get a lot of people pining for him, you know, like me,” he smiled smugly.

You laughed, slapping his elbow at his amazingly stupid words.“Yeah, right! The only person you talk to aside from your family is me! And I don’t like you in that way,” you retorted, stifling the rest of your laugh.

“Really?” he frowned, before leaning in closer to you, eyes flickering from your eyes to your lips. “Wanna test that theory?” he smiled.

This was the second time Neteyam had been this close, the distance between you two threatening to close ever so suddenly like a door in a room with an open window. You wanted to kiss him, but it just felt too soon.

You placed a hand gently on his chest, about to push him away, but before you could the sounds of an ilu splashing out of the water caught both your attention. Ao’nung leered at you two with immeasurable anger behind his eyes, something that Neteyam hadn’t been able to catch.

“Hey fish lips, give us some space, yeah?” Neteyam called out to him with a grin on his face. With that you quickly pushed Neteyam away, getting up on your feet. “Ao’nung,” you put your two hands out as if to defend yourself, “this isn’t what it looks like.”

Neteyam looked confused at your statement. He was still sitting down, looking at how Ao’nung practically leapt off the ilu, taking heavy steps towards you with a scowl on his face. “Really?” your brother spat. “Your excuses are getting lamer and lamer as the days go by, Y/N.”

Your ears flattened, clenching your jaw. “Ao’nung, let’s go talk somewhere else.” you avoided Neteyam’s gaze, continuing to look at your younger twin.

“No. We can talk right here, in front of him.” Ao’nung pointed at the still bewildered omaticayan who was getting up, his finger trembling with fury.

“Fine!” you snapped. “I still don’t get why you’re so hung up about me and Tsireya liking people. It’s not that serious!”

“It’s not about you liking people.” he snarled. “It’s about you liking them. They aren’t one of us!”

“Why the hell does that matter!” you shouted back. Your brother’s eyes widened when the foreign word spilled out of your mouth, before his expression turned hard.

“He’s brainwashing you.” he whispered to himself, as if he had come to a mind blowing realisation.

“Y/N, he’s one of those demons, we can’t trust them!” as he got closer to you, you backed away before Neteyam stopped him by the shoulder. “Don’t get any closer,” he warned, his voice low.

“Get off me, demon.” Ao’nung spat, grabbing Neteyam’s arm and throwing it off his own shoulder, seemingly appalled at the touch.

“I’ve already gotten rid of your brother, don’t make me do the same to you–” he stopped mid sentence, as if caught off guard. His body froze, lips still parted.

A short moment of silence followed that was almost unbearable.

“What did you say?” Neteyam spoke up, eyes turned to slits. Ao’nung couldn’t answer him, his frightened eyes fixed on you. You inhaled deeply, suppressing the anger that boiled under your skin. If your little brother had meant what he just said, he was in for it now.

“Ao’nung,” you seethed, your voice low.

“What did you do?”

(this would be a VERY appropriate time to play slipping through my fingers by ABBA)

You watched silently as Neteyam dragged your brother by the kuru, bringing him to his father. “Tell him what you told me,” he practically growled, tugging on Ao’nung’s kuru. Your brother fell silent for a bit, before confessing what he’d done.

He’d told the father of the boy he’d just doomed that he tricked his son into going out of the reef, leaving him to fend for himself for a ‘joke.’

The sky felt like it was crumbling as you sat there, legs dangling at the edge of your marui, watching people leave and return on their ilus in a desperate search for Neteyam’s brother. You were to stay back and assist any affairs unrelated to his disappearance, an order met by your protests at first.

You felt a shift in the atmosphere, the feeling of someone’s tenseness radiating through the air. “Ao’nung.” you called out, and you imagined him stiffening. “Come,” you patted the spot next to you. “Sit.”

Reluctantly, he dragged his heavy body towards you, sitting down without a word. He had expected you to start scolding him, to start screaming at him for his stupidity, but instead,

you snaked your arm around his shoulder, pulling him towards you.

“I don’t know what reason you had for doing what you did, but I just want you to know,” he sucked in a breath, awaiting his damnation.

“You’re going to be alright,” you smiled softly, nudging his head to rest on your shoulder.

Huh?

“You don’t have to say anything. Just know that when the time comes, I’ll be here for you.”

He was utterly baffled.

What were you doing?

Trying to guilt him into apologising?

Because you didn’t need to do that, he already would have to pay for his stupid crime for the rest of his life. He wanted to lift his head up, to reject your reassurance,

but he just couldn’t.

Instead, a single tear flowed down his cheek, landing softly on your skin.

With your hand placed softly on his shoulder, you rest your head upon his, gently rubbing soothing circles into his tense muscles.

“Y/N! The meanies kept on picking me today!” a tiny Ao’nung cried to you, his tears soaking your shoulder as he cried on it.

“Shh, baby bro. It’s going to be alright,” a little you hugged him tightly, leading him to sit where you both were sitting right now.

The silence was filled with his sniffles, both past and present.

“You’re going to be alright.” both little you and present you whispered, shutting your eyes tightly and squeezing his shoulder.

The memory of the promise you made to him rushed back to you, as clear as if it had happened yesterday. Despite being twins, he was much smaller than you at the time, which made him an easy target for others to tease.

Although the teasing was meant to be lighthearted, he struggled to find the humour in it, which was kind of ironic now.

“Nung,” the small you said, a serious look in your eyes.

You smiled to yourself, remembering your slurred words. You were only 5 years old at the time, your sentences barely coherent to adults. But being twins, you could understand each other perfectly.

“I will protect you, always.”

“No matter what?”

“No matter what.

nothing can ever,

ever,

take me away from you,

I. promise.”

Tears well up in your eyes as you realised, you had already broken that promise many times over.

Each time you retreated to your private little sanctuary, avoiding your problems, you were also avoiding him.

Perhaps, just perhaps, it was not escaping from your duties that made you guilty, but it was escaping from your brother.

You recollected a memory of returning home from a little escapade, having spent the time climbing trees. This was when you were 7, before you’d even found the cave.

As you arrived back home, you saw your mother attending to Ao'nung, who had a deep cut on his arm, crying loudly. A tiny Tsireya was there too, offering comfort by holding his hand. Apparently, it happened while he was in the water alone. “He said he wasn’t watching where he was going, and knocked into a rock,” your mother explained.

But the fear and confusion in his eyes as he looked up at you told you otherwise.

You never got to find out what truly happened, because you never really cared to ask. You were too obsessed with finding your own free time.

Unbeknownst to you, a dark silhouette creeped by the entrance of your marui. It leered at you comforting your little brother, ears flicking with contempt as it heard your small reassurances.

It's not your fault,

I’m so sorry,

Everything will be fine.

And as soon as the shadow appeared, it was gone.

Lo’ak came back past eclipse with one of your own people who’d found him just within the reef, you were able to hear the relieved sighs of your parents and his own as he approached the island.

You stood behind your father, his hand firmly on the back of Ao’nung’s neck. Lo’ak had a look of pure anger on his face when he looked at your brother, like he wanted to punt him in the face, only to be stopped by his father as he stomped up onto the woven deck.

Jake Sully inspected his son, checking his back for any bruises. “He’s fine, just a few scratches.” he said loudly, so that the crowd of metkayina would disperse quickly.

Neytiri hurried from behind the crowd, quickly checking to see that her son was alright. When she confirmed she wasn’t hurt, she quickly scolded him.

“I pray for the strength that I will not rip the eyeballs out of my youngest son!” she hissed, making a grabbing motion at Lo’ak’s eye, to which Tsireya next to you winced.

“No,” your father said, pushing Ao’nung down to kneel. “My son knows better than to take him outside of the reef. The blame is his.”

Jake nodded hesitantly, deciding he didn’t want to cause any more trouble with the Olo’eyktan. “Okay, let’s go.”

“No.”

“It’s not Ao’nung’s fault,” Lo’ak shook his head, looking up at your father. Ao’nung’s head turned up at this, both you and him (and your mother) were bewildered at this.

“It was my idea. Ao’nung tried to talk me out of it, really.”

Neteyam put a hand on Lo’ak’s arm, silently asking him with his eyes, What are you doing? He only gave his older brother a glance of the eye to respond.

Your mother and father exchanged looks. They always did this, communicating without even needing to speak to each other. Lo’ak was covering for their son, they knew it. But why, was the question.

Your father pulled up Ao’nung, turning to him. “Is this true?” he asked, disbelief laced between his words.

Although you admired your parents for their ability to see through such lies, you were also disappointed they didn’t believe their own son could be responsible for one moment. Your eyes darted towards Neteyam who was walking away with his family, and you quickly excused yourself.

As you approached, however, you heard his parents scolding him. “Where were you?” Neytiri asked. “Yeah, what happened to keep an eye on your brother?” Jake said in english, it seemed he noticed you were coming towards them, but he didn’t know you could understand their conversation.

You gulped, knowing that Neteyam was with you when Lo’ak was led outside the reef. “Sorry sir.” Neteyam muttered. You couldn’t see his face, but you could tell from his tone of voice that he was not happy.

Jake and Neytiri left him, Jake nodding to you before he left as some form of greeting. “Neteyam, how are you feeling?” you asked him softly.

He sighed, turning towards you. There was a glint of something you’d never seen before in his eyes, and you couldn’t quite figure out what it was. But as he narrowed them, it became clear.

He was glaring at you with utter distaste.

“I don’t feel like talking to you right now.” he said, his tone indicating that his anger was threatening to reach boiling, and you were the cause.

Your heart dropped all the way to your stomach as he stalked away, leaving you wondering.

What did I do?

Idk what to say except oh no angst 😨 this part is definitely shorter than the others and idk why, it just seemed that this was enough words to convey the message. i THINK that the next part is the finale, but we’ll just have to see. Also if you’ve been reading this series from the start, you’ll notice that all the chapters have undergone a design transformation cause I just thought it looked better <3

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happilyhertale · 1 year

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Finding the courage – Tom Bennett x female!reader, Part 2

Summary: You spent a sheltered childhood in Brighton. Until the time when your father died. Your mother is overwhelmed with the role of caring mother, which eventually leads you to leave home and seek happiness elsewhere. But you have not in the least anticipated what or who awaits you in your new adopted home.

Pairing: Tom Bennett x fem!reader

Warnings: In some parts Smut as well as Violence. There will be an extra warning for the respective parts.

Author’s note: Hey you (:

This short Tom Bennett story is based on the request that was sent to me.

The story takes place before the first season of World on fire. I hope you will enjoy the story! English is my second language, please forgive me if I made any mistakes (:

Word count: 2.2k

Part 1, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

Other stories of mine

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You have slept amazingly well. When you open your eyes, the sun is shining through the window. The torn curtain only slightly blocks the sun's rays. You slowly sit up on the sofa. You don't want to waste too much time and go to your backpack. You gather your toothbrush and toothpaste and head for the stream. You don't want to know how clean the water really is near a factory.

After you have freshened up a bit, you go back to the cottage and pack up your things. With your backpack on your back and a roll in your hand, you set off for the city centre. After all, you want to find a job today. You pass the factory again, but this time there are no flyers being handed out. As you continue walking, you pass a market place. You dream a little and look at the small shops. Just as you spot the sign "Help wanted" in the window of a small clothing shop, you are jolted out of your thoughts. As you were about to enter the shop, you are handed a leaflet.

You look up a little startled and see the older man from yesterday.

He smiles warmly at you, but still he looks a little uncertain. The smile does not reach his eyes and his deep wrinkles reveal that he must have already experienced a lot of suffering.

"Here, young lady... An alternative to war"

"Oh?" escapes you as you take the flyer.

"Is there a war coming?"

The man is not used to anyone even accepting his leaflet, let alone starting a conversation. It seems as if he has to think about his next words.

"Well... it seems so. Germany keeps arming and as soon as Germany decides to arm... Well, nothing good has ever come out of it. The last time they rearmed, it plunged the whole of Europe into a terrible war..."

You nod in agreement, "So you're a pacifist?"

"Yea... There are plenty of other ways than fighting wars! No innocent people have to die... No country must let its people die in and through war... No mothers would have to say goodbye to their sons forever... I witnessed the last great war, it's not worth it," he almost whispers the last part of the sentence.

You smile at him, "That's probably true... but I have the feeling that when it comes to negotiations, be it about whether or why wars should be waged, it is predominantly men who are involved in these talks. It seems there is no other way than to indulge in pure testosterone intoxication and let it degenerate into pure violence."

His eyes almost sparkle at your statement, "So you think there might be less conflict if women were involved in such negotiations?"

You shrug your shoulders slightly, "Well, it's at least a possibility. Women are not out to prove their strength through murder and manslaughter. We like to use words. Because sometimes it shows a lot more strength to talk, maybe admit mistakes and maybe even take a step back."

He nods at you animatedly, "Those are really interesting lines of thought ,...?"

You smile, "Y/n Parrington."

He smiles too, "I am very pleased to meet you, Miss Parrington. My name is Douglas Bennett." He holds out his large hand to you and you shake it. His hand is quite rough, unlike your soft hands.

Your conversation is getting out of hand. Mr Bennett has stopped handing out his leaflets and you are now sitting on a bench talking animatedly. He is pleasant to talk to, even if he sometimes contradicts you. But he never loses his politeness and tries to develop your thoughts.

When suddenly you notice that the sun is setting.

"Oh shit!" you say and Mr. Bennett looks at you a little startled.

"I completely forgot about the time! I was going to look for a job today. Well, that's not going to happen today."

You stand up and turn to Mr. Bennett, "It's been a pleasure Mr Bennett," but as you hold out your hand to him he makes no move to accept this farewell. He only now notices that you have a fully packed backpack with you.

"Don't you have a job here?"

You shake your head slightly.

"Do you have anywhere to eat?"

"Well... I would buy a little something to eat..."

He shakes his head, "No way! Come to my house. There you can eat something"

Now you look at him a little startled. Suddenly you remember how he left with the young lady yesterday. Is he now trying the same trick on you?

He laughs as he notices your worried look, "Sorry! Don't worry, my daughter and son will be there too. But I would be happy if you would eat with us today."

You are reassured that it is probably not a trick on his part, but you still hesitate. On the other hand, it would be a warm house and a warm meal, so you agree.

You continue your conversation on the way. When you enter the house, you are alone.

Mr. Bennett leads you through the small hallway into the kitchen. You wonder a little whether it was right to go with him as the front door opens, "Hey Dad! It's me! Sorry I'm late!"

The pretty lady from yesterday enters the hallway and comes into the kitchen.

"Oh hello?", now she stands in front of you smiling.

"Hey, I'm y/n Parrington," you extend your hand to her.

"Hey, I'm Lois Bennett," and she gently shakes your hand.

Mr. Bennett sits down at the kitchen table and starts reading a newspaper

"And Tom brought you...?", she looks around briefly, as if looking for someone.

You look at her in irritation.

"No. Don't be silly. We chatted a bit in the marketplace today and lost track of time. And then I offered her to have dinner with us", you hear Mr. Bennett suddenly say.

Lois nods, "So you're a pacifist and not another conquest of my brother," she winks at you.

You blush slightly, "Yeah something like that I am."

As Mr. Bennett interjects, "Lois, please behave… Do you actually know where Tom is?"

She shrugs, "Well, he'll probably be at his favourite pub."

Douglas looks back down at his newspaper and shakes his head slightly.

"Will you help me cook?" Lois asks you with a smile.

You nod happily at her, "I'd love to"

When you start peeling the potatoes, you get curious, "So Tom is your brother?"

She smiles, " Yea... He can be a bit... Difficult? But he is actually a kind-hearted person."

You smile at her.

You talk animatedly while you prepare the food, and that is something you have rarely experienced before. You meet two people in one day who are so nice and helpful and with whom you have a lot of animated conversation. You eat together and the conversations and laughter never let up. You simply feel good. For the first time in a long time, you just feel good.

After dinner, Mr. Bennett wants to show Lois something on the first floor.

Meanwhile, you make yourself useful and start doing the dishes. When the two come back downstairs, Lois sees that most of the washing up has already been done.

"Oooh y/n! You're a darling! You didn't have to do that!"

But you nod, "Yes I do! You're so nice to me and invited me to dinner... the least I can do is wash up."

Lois smiles at you, "Actually, that's not a bad idea..."

You look at her questioningly.

"Dad told me that you're going to get a job today... maybe you could help me around the house instead?"

Mr. Bennett nods slightly, "Actually, it's not such a bad idea. Then you would have less stress with the household."

You look at them both, "I don't even know what to say to that..."

"How about a yes?", Lois smiles at you.

As Mr. Bennett speaks up again, "But I won't be able to pay you much... But you can always eat with us!"

"No way! You don't have to pay me anything! That I can be here and eat with you, that's quite enough," you almost laugh with joy.

In the evening you are on your way back to the industrial area when you pass a pub.

Loud music and laughter permeate the street and you immediately feel reminded of your old job. You smile slightly and suddenly feel like having a beer.

You slowly enter the pub. You make your way through the dancing people and are walking towards the bar when you spot it. You order a beer, sit down on a bar stool and watch the hustle and bustle of the pub. There is good music playing and the more beer you drink, the more your leg bobs to the rhythm of the music.

Some people dance to the music, and that just fits in with the exuberant mood in the pub. Suddenly you notice a man next to you staring at you. He has medium-length brown hair that could do with a wash. He is not bad looking, but something about him gives you an uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach.

"Hey, pretty mouse! How about... you and me? Do you want to dance?" he almost shouts to drown out the music.

"Mmhm, no… but thanks for the tempting offer anyway"

He smiles at you, "Oh come on... There's no harm in rubbing our hips together a bit."

"I think I'll pass."

"Then not," he grunts and continues walking.

You look after him and shake your head.

As you finish your beer, you want to go to the toilet before you leave.

After you have been to the toilet, you look in the mirror again and smile. Today was simply a beautiful day. You run your fingers through your hair again and leave the toilet.

But when you come out, the man is suddenly standing in front of you.

"Hey, beautiful... Is it a coincidence that we meet again?", a cloud of beer is breathed towards you.

"Well, if you were just going to the toilet, I don't think so. Excuse me please"

You want to push past him, but he leans his arm against the wall and blocks your way.

"Oh, sweetheart... Why are you like this? We could have some fun..."

"I don't want to have fun with you. "

He tries to brush the strand of hair from your face, but you turn your head away.

"Hey! Peter! I don't think the girl wants to feel your little worm today!"

Your gaze falls on the man who is suddenly standing behind the disgusting guy. Steel-blue eyes stare back at you and his blond hair looks seductively soft. Almost relaxed, he takes a drag from his cigarette.

"Yo Bennett... what do you want?", the guy doesn't even turn his head towards your saviour.

"That you leave the girl alone", provocatively, he blows his cigarette smoke at Peter as he turns his head in his direction.

You don't catch much of the conversation as you have to concentrate hard on breathing normally. The blue eyes have somehow captivated you.

Peter sighs, "Well, nothing seems to be going on with her anyway. You can try your luck."

You look after him, startled, as he finally walks away.

The two guys look into each other's eyes for a moment, but the unpleasant guy just keeps walking.

And then the blue eyes fall on you again. You were not aware that you were holding your breath, so you exhale deeply. You clear your throat and you adjust your dress and walk towards your saviour, "Mhmm, I guess I should thank you."

He smiles at you and you feel yourself suddenly getting warm. The warmth spreads pleasantly through your body and reaches its peak on your cheeks. It's either you or the beer you drank that he has such an effect on you.

"No problem, love," he replies, still smiling.

You can't help but return the smile. You nod at him and want to walk past him.

"Ey... Do you want me to take you home?"

But you shake your head, "No, that's alright, I don't live far from here".

You smile at him again and he just nods. He looks after you as you leave the pub.

Tom stands there for a while. He doesn't know what the feeling is inside him, but when you entered the pub, all he saw was you. Everything else was no longer visible to him. The way you cautiously entered the pub, looking around almost shyly, taking it all in with your big eyes. Your long hair braided into a pigtail that fell over your shoulders and your light dress that clung perfectly to your body. He could not take his eyes off you. But at the same time, he didn't dare talk to you. Usually he is never shy when it comes to talk to a woman, but somehow he was afraid that he might embarrass himself. For whatever reason...

Even though he has not yet exchanged a real sentence with you and does not know your name, he knows that he has to see you again.

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jokersenpai-thenavigator · 10 days

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Oxenfree

*Spoilers for an 8yo game!*

Oxenfree’s story isn’t terribly complex. It takes maybe 4 - 6 hours to beat, depending on how much of the collectable content you’re aiming to grab. Game play primarily consists of walking around the island, talking to your friends, and fiddling around with your pocket radio.

But DAMN does Oxenfree do well in its execution.

The aforementioned radio, as your primary means of interacting with the island, is an amazingly implemented mechanic. You can go through the entire game, only using it for its intended purpose, and it is entirely valid.

But.

If you take the time to scroll through the radio stations in different locations - even outside of the “anomaly” areas - you’ll get little pieces of information and world building.

Music stations exist, though they only play music from the 1940’s.

Certain stations in certain places will broadcast messages in Morse code, which, coupled with the opening call signs from the anomaly stations and the freaking beats in the game’s main music track, led to an ARG back in 2016 when the game was released.

Sometimes, you’ll get clips from old interviews.

And sometimes…you’ll hear yourself. Having conversations that haven’t happened.

And that’s just the radio mechanic.

Another main gimmick of the game are time loops. You’ll occasionally get stuck in a loop, only able to escape once an old magnetic tape player appears, allowing you to break through the frequency of the loop. The time loop will visually appear on the screen as almost VHS quality static, like the world around you is physically being paused and rewound each time you make it to the edge of the loop.

The screen distorts with static, gets flipped upside down and your dialogue choices reversed, still images of nautical blueprints and old photographs flash for a brief second. In the background, seemingly innocent trees and stones will twist and distort into towering monsters, eyes glowing bright against the darkness of the island, there for only a second, leaving you to wonder if you actually saw something, or if it was just your imagination.

There are moments in the game where Alex’s reflection will speak to her, giving her advice. At the moment, the information seems…strange. Nonsensical. You tell yourself to let Jonas speak to his mom - who is dead. You tell yourself to let Michael know to stay with Clarissa - despite Michael having died years ago.

The information doesn’t make sense…until you approach the end of the game. And then you have to decide whether or not to believe your reflection, and make your choices, until at the very end of everything…after everything that you’ve experienced in your play through, everything you’ve learned…you have to tell your past self what to do. The entire time, it was you.

The game ends, your futures are set…and then, as Alex is narrating her closing statements…the audio distorts. Alex says that she has to pick up Jonas for Ren’s trip to the island. The screen gets staticky, and goes black.

And then fades in on Ren, describing the history of Edward Island.

You are on a boat.

At the beginning of the game.

And you are aware that you’ve been here before.

**Link to information on the ARG, because HOLY SHIT I WISH I COULD HAVE BEEN THERE FOR THIS!!! https://wiki.gamedetectives.net/index.php?title=Oxenfree#:~:text=The%20Morse%20code%20in%20the,to%20go%20to%20Edwards%20Island.

#video games #oxenfree #review i guess #or not so much a review but me squeeing about it to myself #spoilers on an 8yo game #srsly tho #i do wish i could've gotten in on the arg #this game is so good #i also had a thing about whether or not the dog images were a dr who reference #bad wolf and all that #time travel and whatnot to stop your past selves and all #but i haven't seen anyone else go there so

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jayktoralldaylong · 2 years

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If I start talking about trauma in MDZS I might never stop. What's most beautiful to me is that the way each character reacts to the same situation is different. It is unique to their personality and it's a little beautiful.

Mengyao and Xue Yang weaponizing their trauma and turning it into a sword to take down anything that stands in their way.

Xingchen unfortunately internalising his trauma, blaming himself and taking responsibility for whatever he believes he's caused.

Song Lan actually goes out and tries to resolve his trauma which was nice and healthy, until everyone died of course.

Jiang Cheng turning his trauma into rage because admitting the pain and loneliness hurts too much.

Wei Ying amazingly does that thing that children do where they forget terrible memories to protect their fragile minds and hearts. This dude thinks all the things he's gone through is just everyday living. He is not at all phased by it. What he does remember, interestingly, is now the stuff that happened when he was a kid. He's still terrified by dogs till this day, no matter how strong he becomes, it means nothing against that one memory of being chased and bitten by them as a child.

Lan Zhan turned his trauma into self harm and denial. Yes, self harm and no one takes this seriously enough. He trekked a barren mountain with multiple whip wounds searching for someone who everyone had watched die. He BRANDED his own chest. Lan Zhan's trauma is slept on.

Xichen also ignores his trauma. His brain doesn't protect him, he just pretends he can't see it. It piles and piles and piles and finally everything just shattered. Can't even blame Xichen for breaking down, he'd been playing therapist for too many people for way too long.

Mingjue turned his trauma into strength which I think was pretty bad ass of him. 🔥 Became a one man army. Too bad he's also brutally honest to a fault.

Huaisang also turned his trauma into 'strength'. More like a deadly weapon of mass destruction.

Wen Ning. Sigh. I don't even know where to start because I haven't started dissecting his sad ass story. They killed his sister right in front of him. Right in front of baby. He never did a single thing wrong. The world is cruel.

Jin Ling took a page out of his Uncle's book and turned his pain to rage.

Sizhui was a child when shit went down so fortunately for him, he doesn't remember most of it.

Yanli sets aside her pain and just takes care of her family. It cost her.

Zixuan never had much trauma to begin with, unless we count being bullied by Wei Ying. 😂 That boy was smacking him anyhow.

Not sure if I'm missing anyone. Su She was just bitter. Maybe he had trauma, maybe I don't care cause I don't like him. How can anyone hate on the Lan brothers cause they were born heirs? They didn't ask for that life. Sour cockroach.

Back on Zixuan, having a prostitute father should count for some kind of trauma. It's absolutely disgusting to have a role model that shameless. He refused all pages from his father's book and swore to be nothing like him. It was cute, and sad. Sad that he still ended up paying for father's sins.

"I didn't mean to kill Zixuan. I just wanted him to suffer a little."

F you for that statement Mengyao. I love you, but F you.

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ms-hells-bells · 2 years

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(MAJOR SEXUAL ASSAULT TW)

Twenty-eight female prisoners at an Indiana jail claim in two federal lawsuits that they were subjected to a “night of terror” after they were attacked and sexually assaulted by male inmates who had allegedly bought a key to the women’s wing from one of the jailers for $1,000.

The ordeal at the Clark County jail allegedly began early on Oct. 24, 2021, and continued over the course of several hours, during which the women were “raped, assaulted, harassed, threatened and intimidated,” according to the most recent lawsuit, filed Monday in the U.S. District Court of Southern Indiana.

It was filed on behalf of eight of the women, all identified as Jane Doe, against Clark County Sheriff Jamey Noel, now-former corrections officer David Lowe, and several “unknown” officers at the jail in Jeffersonville, Indiana.

A previous lawsuit had been filed earlier in June on behalf of 20 other female inmates, alleging that Noel and the jail guards violated the women’s civil rights by either intentionally or negligently allowing the male inmates to gain access to their pods and not coming to their aid.

Amazingly, even though there were surveillance cameras positioned in locations that showed the male detainees accessing the women’s Pods, and even though the incident involved multiple mail (sic) detainees and dozens of victims over an extended period of time, not a single jail officer on duty that night came to the aid of the Plaintiffs and the other victims,” the complaint states.

Afterward, the female inmates contend in the lawsuit, “rather than support the victims who were subject to sexual assault and abuse, Jail officials punished the women after the incident” by subjecting them to lockdowns, confiscating their property, and by keeping the lights on for 72 hours straight.

They also didn’t change the locks to the pod, even though the keys were still missing, the suits state.

The lawsuits were filed after Lowe was criminally charged in October with three counts — escape, official misconduct and trafficking with an inmate, according to online court records. His trial has been scheduled for November and he faces at least nine years in prison if convicted of all three charges, according to the records.

In an interview with The Washington Post, Lowe said he made a mistake that enabled the inmates to steal the keys. He also insisted he was “coerced and assaulted into making a false confession” about selling them the keys.

The women said two inmates were the ringleaders and they disguised themselves so they could not be identified.

“The men, who covered their faces so they could not be identified, were yelling and threatening to harm the women if they called for help or pressed the emergency call button,” the complaint states.

And they immediately made it clear what they were after.

“Where’s the p--- at?” they yelled, according to the lawsuit. “I haven’t had p--- in two years!”

Later, other male inmates joined in on terrorizing the women, the suit states. At least two women were raped.

One of the rape victims, identified in the most recent lawsuit as Jane Doe 1, said she contracted genital herpes as a result of the sexual assault.

The other woman who was raped became pregnant and later miscarried, William McCall, one of the two lawyers representing the 20 women who filed the first federal lawsuit, told The Washington Post.

Noel declined to comment Wednesday on the allegation, but his attorney Larry Wilder in a statement blamed “the unforeseeable criminal actions of a rogue corrections officer.”

Wilder added that sheriff’s detectives have interviewed women who were in the pod “and these interviews have yielded information that is in direct opposition to the allegations made in the civil lawsuit."

“Further, the investigation seems to indicate that there was a systematic plan by individuals who were incarcerated that evening to develop the narrative that makes up the crux of the claims in the civil case,” Wilder said.

Both lawsuits allege violations of constitutional rights, negligence, inadequate training and procedures, and other problems. They seek damages but do not name a specific dollar amount.

The Clark County Sheriff's Office, which Noel heads, is doing the investigation because the Indiana Department of Correction "does not have oversight or investigative authority over county jails," IDOC spokeswoman Annie Goeller said in an email.

An elected official serving his second term as sheriff, Noel is also Clark County’s Republican Party chair and a friend of former Vice President Mike Pence, and he supported former President Donald Trump.

In 2016, the Clark County jail was featured in the A&E reality TV program "60 Days In," which exposed abuses that resulted in the firing of five corrections officers and the resignations of four others, The Louisville Courier-Journal reported.

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Vegeta's Statements In DBS: Super Hero

In DBS: Super Hero, there are a 2 things in particular that people are upset with.

Vegeta's statements about Jiren's power.

The belief that Goku is being dumbed down.

I'm going to break down the scenes and explain them WITH CONTEXT.

This will be divided into 4 different points.

(I'm only speaking of events of the anime continuity which include the DBS movies; Broly & Super Hero.)

°SPOILERS AHEAD°

TL;DR

WAS JIREN MADE WEAKER?: No. SSBKK Goku, SSBE Vegeta, & Jiren are all in the same realm of power as Gods of Destruction; a realm of power below Angels. However, Jiren is at the top of this realm of power. So, when knowing & applying context from the series, Vegeta's statement about Jiren's power not being so different from their own does in fact make sense.

WAS GOKU DUMBED DOWN?: No. Goku didn't know that Vegeta was meditating because Vegeta has never trained his mind before. He just thought that Vegeta didn't want to train with Broly (which was in fact part of the reason why Vegeta wasn't training with them).

1.) GOKU DOESN'T KNOW VEGETA IS MEDITATING

Many in the fandom have accused DBS: Super Hero of making Goku so dumb that he doesn't know what mental training is. But, that is taken out of context.

When we examine this WITH CONTEXT, we understand that Goku obviously understands training the mind, but since Vegeta doesn't meditate, Goku was wondering what Vegeta was doing. The reason that Goku, Vegeta, & Broly came to Beerus' planet was to test out their current power. But, Broly almost losing control of his power often & that was getting irritating for Goku & he felt like he couldn't get any training done.

Then, a frustrated Goku sees Vegeta sitting around & thinks that Vegeta just doesn't want to spar with them because Broly can't control his power (which is in fact partially the reason why Vegeta didn't train with them).

So, Goku tries to convince Vegeta to come physically train with them & speaks about how there are amazingly strong guys like Jiren, Broly, & Gods of Destruction.

(All of the ones Goku mentioned are in a similar realm of godly power).

Vegeta then tells Goku that he's training & Goku doesn't believe him. THIS scene here has been purposefully & unknowingly taken out of context & caused many fans to misunderstand the scene.

To reiterate a bit, Vegeta never meditated nor trained his mind. Vegeta's main focus was always on beefing up his body. So, Goku mistook Vegeta's inaction as him just sitting around and not wanting to train with them.

GOKU: He always trains body & mind due to his martial arts upbringing on Earth.

VEGETA: Due to the fact that Saiyans take great pride in their physical strength, Vegeta always trained his body. It's unlike Vegeta to train his mind because of his Saiyan upbringing. (Most aliens don't train their minds to get stronger in DB. Earthling martial artists are a rare group who understand this.)

BROLY: He does not have understanding of meditation due to Saiyan upbringing & was only taught by his father to train his body. (There's even a scene where Broly tries to mimic Vegeta after he finds out that Vegeta was training his mind.)

So, when Goku wants to train with Broly & Vegeta, he's thinking from the perspective of two Saiyans who don't do mental training like he does.

2.) JIREN'S STRENGTH

Here's another point of contention in the fandom. What does Vegeta really mean when he states that Jiren's power wasn't so different from their own?

Do you remember how in Battle of Gods, Goku's SSJ3 power was nothing compared to Beerus because Beerus was in a different realm of power? Well, with god ki, Goku & Vegeta have reached a realm of power shared with Gods of Destruction. Jiren is at the top of that realm of power.

So, SSBE Vegeta & SSBKK Goku's power were indeed in the same realm of power as Full Power Jiren. However, power progression at this high of a level is not as rapid as it was before. More power requires even greater control of body, mind, & spirit.

(An example is UI Goku in the DBS anime continuity. Even though Goku's mind & spirit could use Mastered Ultra Instincts power, his body couldn't fully handle the toll of Mastered Ultra Instinct's limit-breaking power.)

Vegeta thinks about what it was about Jiren that allowed him to be even stronger. Not only was Jiren physically strong, but he was mentally strong as well. Due to being able to think clearly & conserve his energy, Jiren could take on 2 opponents that were relatively "close" to his own power. A disciplined & focused mind is also able to draw out more strength.

Freeza's path to power is an example that is a bit similar to Vegeta & Jiren. Freeza even realized that mental training would improve his Golden Freeza form while he was in his own personal Hell.

Goku & Vegeta were using their stamina carelessly in the ToP & their attacks were not focused like Jiren's attacks. Goku's Ultra Instinct Omen was closer in power to Full Power Jiren due to the focus that Goku had, but even then, Jiren was still more masterful of his own power. And being in control of your power is very important in Dragon Ball. BUT... Super Full Power Jiren was leagues above both Goku & Vegeta's SSB powers.

It seems that Vegeta is not referring to Jiren's awakened strength when Super Full Power Jiren fought MUI Goku. Vegeta's referring to when he & Goku fought Full Power Jiren together in their SSBE & SSBKK forms.

Vegeta has come to the conclusion that Jiren's strength comes from unity of mind, body, & spirit. Which of those 3 has Vegeta always lacked? And that's why Vegeta's now training his mind.

Vegeta mentions how Jiren was fully relaxed until he delivered an unpredictable attack in an instance. Unlike Vegeta's wild fighting style that ends up wasting all of his energy in an attempt to overpower his opponent, Jiren's fighting style conserves stamina while also making full use of his overwhelming strength.

Jiren cultivated his ki through meditation for much of the ToP as he conserved & replenished his ki after a battle.

Jiren often calmly walked towards his opponents, conserving his energy.

Jiren quickly delivered powerful strikes when when he saw openings in his opponent's defenses. (Goku begins to move in similar ways with UI.)

Simply put, Jiren had better control of his ki than Goku, Vegeta, & Gods of Destruction. That masterful level of control allowed Jiren to become stronger & stronger.

And this part is really interesting. Vegeta says that Jiren probably achieved this kind of power by "INSTINCT."

What has Whis been trying to teach Goku & Vegeta all of this time?

Don't overthink, conserve your stamina by relaxing when necessary & not making unnecessary movements; the principles needed to achieve Ultra instinct/Migatte no Gokui.

Jiren: He has a focused mind that allows the body to move instinctively & conserve energy so that he can dodge, block, & attack when necessary.

Goku (UI): His body instinctively moves without thinking, and conserves energy by dodging, blocking, & attacking when necessary.

Vegeta has finally discovered why it's so difficult for him to achieve a power like Ultra Instinct. But, because he's unable to do so by instinct, Vegeta will now start training his mind in order to reap similar results as Jiren.

(Jiren never meditated in the DBS manga continuity. He only did so in the DBS anime continuity. So, since it's been confirmed that the movies take place in the DBS anime continuity, Vegeta is following Jiren's path to power & he begins to train his mind.)

(The DBS manga continuity has Ultra Ego, but the anime continuity does not imply that Vegeta has such power. Ultra Ego seems to be a manga exclusive power just like Perfected Super Saiyan Blue. At least for now.)

3.) WHIS' STATEMENTS

Here's another scene fans have taken out of context (wether purposefully or unknowingly).

What's happening here is this...

Whis is impressed that Vegeta finally figured this out since the principles of Ultra Instinct were difficult for Vegeta to grasp for almost 5 years.

Whis reminds Vegeta & Goku that training is not to simply beef up the body (as Vegeta's mindset had been before).

Goku nods in agreement & says "Yeah." This reveals that Goku understands what Whis is talking about.

Whis teases that it took Vegeta a long time to catch on to what he's been trying to teach them about Ultra Instinct.

Whis then says that this has not FULLY clicked for Goku. Meaning Goku has more understanding of this than Vegeta does (which is why Goku agreed a moment earlier) but, he still requires more training in order to fully master Ultra Instinct.

Because Goku always trained his mind, he understands Ultra Instinct's principles better than Vegeta does. This is why Goku & Vegeta broke through their shells in different ways. Goku awakened to Ultra Instinct Omen while Vegeta evolved SSB to Super Saiyan Blue Evolution. And in a way, SSBE is sort of Vegeta's own version of "Ultra Instinct Omen." What do I mean by that?

The eyes of SSBE are similar to Goku's UI Omen & it's also limit-breaking power. But just like how Omen isn't the full understanding of Ultra Instinct, SSBE isn't the full understanding of it's different route of power. Jiren became strong from absolute determination & mastery of his body & mind. A path of power through determination is what Vegeta has always been on. Determination is how Vegeta pushed SSB's limits & evolved it. The next step of evolution for Vegeta is for him to gain a mind similar to Jiren & find a power that can rival Ultra Instinct just as Jiren did in the anime.

So, unlike what many online have said about these scenes, FULL CONTEXT shows us that Goku was not being dumbed down. Goku just never saw Vegeta meditate. Meditation is something more in line with the martial arts mindset.

4.) EVOLUTION OF VEGETA'S FIGHTING STYLE

Whis decides that the three Saiyans should have a sparring match to test out what they've learned. Vegeta refuses to spar with Broly who still cannot control his power. So, Whis has Broly observe Goku & Vegeta's sparring match.

(Remember when I mentioned earlier that part of the reason why Vegeta didn't want to train was because of Broly? This is why Goku didn't immediately realize that Vegeta was doing mental training.)

Vegeta's fighting style prior to this movie was to go all out & attacking without focus, but that's begining to change for the better. Goku's style is to adapt to his opponent's fighting style, but that can also use a lot of energy at times.

Beerus even takes note that Vegeta's movements are now slightly different.

Vegeta (reactive) waited for openings.

Goku (proactive) created openings.

Similar ideology, different methods.

Goku struggled to attack without overthinking when using UI Omen & he was more reactive than proactive in this form. But, while in Mastered UI, Goku was more proactive as he dodged AND attacked without thinking.

Perhaps the anime continuity could give us a "Super Full Power Vegeta" that has a flaming red aura like Jiren?

Goku: Silver hair & eyes. A blue/purple aura.

Vegeta: Silver hair & eyes. A red/purple aura.

Or maybe something else entirely.

CONCLUSION...

When scenes & dialogue are purposely taken out of context, things are easily misunderstood. This can poison the well & get many in the fandom to hate the movie based off of limited info without even watching the film for themselves. And when some fans do watch the film, they could have the wrong perspective of events in the film due to context being withheld which resulted in misunderstandings.

Hopefully this post clears a lot of that nonsense up.

#Vegeta #Goku #Son Goku #Broly #Whis #Jiren #Dragon Ball Super: Super Hero #DBS: Super Hero #DB #DBZ #DBS #Dragon Ball #Dragon Ball Z #Dragon Ball Super #full context #DB fandom #make sure you have full & proper context #proper context meaning that you should not look to the DBS manga to understand this movie since it takes place in the DBS anime continuity #two DBS continuities can be confusing at times

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a-mag-a-day · 1 year

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be MAG 82 - hair dying session

That episode title! Eyewitnesses! HA! xD

Martin is such an icon, starting the interview like a statement XD Also, he feels more comfortable with the tape on? Web!Martin?

Martin totally knows it wasn't Jon. There were two monsters on the loose last time he was in the Archives, he knows both of them wanted to kill Jon. He apparently tried to show Daisy, but it's too distorted.

Daisy immediately trying to intimidate him by suggesting to pin it on Martin himself… I hated her so much when I was first listening.

DAISY "Everyone I’ve talked to says you and him were close." MARTIN "What? [Inordinately pleased] Did they? I mean… I mean, who said that? I, I, I guess, I mean, more than the rest, yeah okay, but–" - Martin immediately getting flustered at the implication is sooo good!

Tape recorder clicking back on and Tim only says "Seems about right"… He'll do the same in MAG 92 when Elias tells them, that their life is tied to him and the institute; "That sounds about right." This is him now. Angry, yet numb.

ELIAS "Killed a man in cold blood? Certainly not. He doesn’t have the stomach for it." - That will backfire amazingly! :D

DAISY "Still a John Doe." [ELIAS CHUCKLES] "I say something funny?" ELIAS "Nothing. Just remembering an old joke." - What was that about? Just being amused at how well Leitner disappeared from the face of the earth? Or something I don't get here?

At this point we didn't know anything about Elias' powers. But it's pretty clear now that he's got some kind of clairvoyance. In MAG 80 he says he knew Jon was talking to someone and now he claims to know everything about Jon's whereabouts. And it's going to get more fucked-up in about a minute or two…

"The thing was utterly still, save for a lipless, scabby mouth, which moved so fast it was almost a blur, silently mouthing words that only Calvin could hear. I know they were for him, because with each movement of its jaw, the thing’s long, pointed black tongue would shoot out and flick itself into his ear." - This is so cool!

I love those constant shaky breaths of Daisy during the statement, one time even a quiet mumble when Elias gets to the part of killing Calvin.

So Elias has now successfully convinced Daisy to leave himself and the institute be for now and to only focus on Jon and even fed her more ("my advice is to kill him quickly. There’s no telling what he might be capable of.") to be harsher with him. This way he makes sure Jon gets marked by the Hunt and also tests Jon's abilities to talk himself out of it.

I'm very on the fence with Tim thinking Jon really killed Leitner. He backpedals on Sasha since he's also aware that there were two monsters. With his rage for Jon, I can somehow see how much he just WANTS Jon to be the killer, even to that point that he gets a bit irrational about it. Also the situation with Sasha is really getting to him…

TIM "Maybe it ate her. Maybe it was her. Maybe she was always some messed up mutant and we just never noticed." - :/

We did get the first implication that tape recorders can click themselves on in the S2 trailer already, but only now since Leitner it's going to be reaaaally crazy.

I didn't get the John doe joke either

#a mag a day #tma #the magnus archives #episode asks #mod ashes #tma spoilers #Mag 82 #lycanlovingvampyre

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How about soft Thenamesh and the language of flowers? I think there is a potential for a great little story with them and flowers and their own special meaning :)

You can choose the AU!

Rose colours all have different meanings in the world of flower symbolism. Many of them overlap, such as yellow roses, which can express both friendship, but also the beginnings of developing feelings. White roses express a purity of feelings and honest intentions. Pink roses express friendship, while red roses express the most classic form of romantic love.

The hospital is often full of them, for various people and purposes. But today especially, there are roses positively everywhere.

Gil has been giving them out all day.

It essentially all started with his first call of the day. He picked up a woman who had called her own ambulance, having gone into early labour while she was out alone.

The poor woman was rightfully distressed, for her child, herself, the fact that her partner wasn't anywhere near enough to be there if she suddenly gave birth. Gil was still the best one to comfort her, but he couldn't help but feel for the woman alone in OB waiting to be moved to a room.

So, he had gone out and gotten her flowers on his break. Lovely yellow roses with baby's breath in them, for the new beginning about to take place in her life. The woman was moved to tears (and her partner, who did in fact make it in time, was also touched).

He had just gotten the one bouquet, but then he heard another woman giving birth admiring them. Then another--a young lady not even out of her teens. And of course, who was Gil to leave a poor girl wanting?

Now, it seems he has bought out an entire florist's supply of roses and is giving them away by the handful. First was every woman in OB who could stand the pollen. Then there were a few patients in the NICU who had also heard of the handsome paramedic giving out roses to anyone who asked.

Then the nurses asked about it, and Gil believes very strongly in the unsung heroes of medicine--the nurses, the medical assistants, scrub techs, peri-op assistants, even paramedics like himself. So any time someone asked what the flowers were for, he would hand one over with a grin and say they were just to improve people's day.

It's very Gilgamesh--it's very sweet and amazingly thoughtful.

"How does he still have flowers to give out?"

Ajak looks up from her charts. She eyes the vase of a few pink and white roses left by one Mister Gilgamesh himself, and then at the attending head of ER. "I guess so."

"Hm," Thena murmurs to herself as she flips through her own charts. She's leaning against the counter with her back to Ajak.

Ajak puts down her work, leaning back in her chair. Thena might be facing away from her, but she can read all of her kids from a mile away. "It's sweet, isn't it?"

"Of course it is," Thena murmurs with her eyes on her work. "It's Gilgamesh."

"Well, not just that," Ajak probes further, but not without caution. She's pretty sure she's got an idea of how Thena is feeling, but that doesn't mean she's out to provoke the doctor. "You heard how it started out, right?"

"Yes, a woman in early labour, wasn't it?" Thena turns, leaning on her elbows on the counter and toying with her stethoscope. "I heard she and her partner were very thankful for the kind gesture."

"Hm," Ajak replies in Thena's usual way. "I haven't seen him since earlier today."

"He and Kingo got called on a few more runs." Thena sets down her tablet and runs her finger along the edge of the case. "I haven't seen him since this morning, though."

Ajak raises her brows. It's a plain enough statement, but she can hear the slight edge to that tone--the frustration in it. Obviously he's been in and around the hospital, with the amount of floral evidence there is. Ajak tilts her head, "no?"

Thena purses her lips and shakes her head, the way one would when they think nothing of something. Or maybe when they think quite a lot about something but don't want anyone to know.

Ajak gives Thena one more chance to simply come out and say what she's thinking. But unsurprisingly, she has to drag it out of her. "If you want one, I'm sure-"

"They're for patients, Ajak," Thena responds a little too quickly. "Patients and nurses like you, who keep things running. And I'm not sure it's even a good idea for him to be handing out flowers to everyone who asks."

Ajak just nods. Thena does not wear jealousy well.

"Man, that last run took forever!"

Thena and Ajak both look over as Kingo - very loudly - announces their arrival back in the hospital. He has their equipment bags over his shoulder for inventory check. "Not bad, though?"

"No, just long," he sighs. "It was mostly making sure everyone was good on the scene. Things cleaned up well, but someone drove at a snail's pace all day."

"Sorry, sorry!" Ajak leans out of her seat to see Gilgamesh walking up the hall behind his partner.

She smiles, "precious cargo?"

"Very!" he beams.

"What was-" Thena blinks, in the middle of standing from helping Kingo unpack the supplies. She finds herself presented with a bursting full bouquet of red roses. Her hands come up reflexively, her fingers flirting with his in the transfer.

Kingo rolls his eyes and whispers to Ajak, "he's been driving around with them in water until he could give them to her."

"It's sweet," Ajak coos.

"Th-Thank you," Thena mutters out, still stunned. They're even wrapped nicely in sparkly white paper. She looks up at Gil, who's still grinning from ear to ear. "What are these for?"

Gil is the one surprised now. He looks at Ajak, who's smirking at him.

"She was starting to think you forgot her," the nurse supplies, much to Thena's horror.

"Ajak!" Thena hisses at her, although focuses on Gil again when he leans closer to her. Her breath gets caught high up in her chest.

"Forget my Thena?" Gil actually laughs at the thought, leaning over the bulk of the bouquet between them so he can get closer to her. "Never."

Thena can only hear the rustling of the bouquet and the pounding of her heart. Gil leans in to give her a light kiss, right on the line between her lips and her cheek. "Hm."

"I'll get the bus cleaned out for the next guys and meet you in the break room with lunch?" he asks over his shoulder. She nods at him and he winks back at her.

Ajak keeps her smugness to herself, letting Thena bury her nose - and her pink cheeks - in the bountiful bouquet.

#Thenamesh Doctor AU #give out flowers and forget Thena?!#never.#that's his wife!#I hope you like it!#I've looked up the language of flowers a little bit #for when I was writing Roses are Red #and I always find myself thinking about Thena's all white aesthetic #but red roses are the love flower #and of course Gil is going to ask the florist for the prettiest biggest brightest bouquet of them #this is for his wife!#Kingo is like dude what did you do #and Gil is like okay I might have gone a little bit overboard #Kingo meant the sheer amount of them actually #but Gil really did get all the roses there #and Thena is the only one who got any red ones

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Strangers Things Spoliers but …

I know this isn’t going to a popular “tumblr take” but Will having (as of yet) unrequited feelings for Mile isn’t queer baiting, it’s a completely valid narrative arc.

The Duffer Brothers, or the cast, or the explicit text we get never suggests that Mike/Will are going to be together, neither would I agree does it use that as “bait.”

Mike and Eleven both have arcs that individually and as a couple feel complete: Mike is defined by feelings and worry of inadequacy. Socially, he’s somewhat accepted being “a geek,” but being a “regular” guy with a super powered girlfriend, he worries that he’s “not special enough” for El.

El, in turn, worries she’s a monster, that she’s a bad person: that she’s bad for Mike as well everyone. She can’t figure out how to fit in socially in as a “regular girl,” and she’s worried she’s a freak.

Will, on the other hand, has a very relatable (I think to most queer people at least) arc: that he has romantic feelings for a male best friend that (at this time) does not reciprocate those feelings. He’s also struggling with feeling like a freak: being queer in the 80’s was no picnic, as well as being deeply envious of Mike’s feelings for El, while also loving El as a sister and Mike as a best friend/romantic interest.

And honestly, I think Will’s “unrequited (for now) gay feelings” arc is done well, with a great deal of “explicit subtext.” The scenes with him and Jonathan are amazingly supportive without being too on the nose, and the obvious pain he feels at supporting Mike’s feelings for El (while hinting at his own) are very well done.

It’s also, I’ll argue, in character for all of them. Mike has always been a good hearted person struggling with inadequacy and … emotional intelligence (let’s say), El is a lab experiment who can kill people with her mind trying to figure out how to actually be a girl, and Will is a good hearted guy who puts his friends and family first,

Will could have taken that moment with Mike to try and direct that narrative towards his own feelings, at the expense of El’s. But he doesn’t because he’s a good guy who loves both Mike and El, and wants his friends to be happy, even if it causes him suffering.

Shipping an unrequited ship sucks, I 1000% get that. But not all unrequited queer ships are “queer bait.”

Mostly, I just want to express: the statements “the queer representation in this piece of media was disappointing to me” and “this media queer baited me” are not always interchangeable.

#stranger things #eddie munson #will byers #mike wheeler #eleven #byler #noah schnapp #joe keery #joseph quinn

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It is fun to play pretend (Fanfic)

New Chapter of my Angst series 💜

As soon as Paracelsus and Simon arrived it was just when Carlo had fallen asleep for his afternoon nap. Geppetto isn’t going to wake him up so they are going to have to wait until he does, because no one wants to deal with a cranky and upset Carlo.

“How long are his naps?” Simon feels strange asking that, this is so stupid.

“Usual he sleeps for an hour, sometimes more, so I’ll guess we are going to have to wait for him to wake up”

“Why wait? We could start now with your examination Geppetto” Paracelsus has a smile on his face, he knows Geppetto can’t protest and since Carlo isn’t awake, he can have even more fun than usual.

Simon also has a smile on his face because he finally gets to see Geppetto get his special checkup instead of having to play with Carlo. No wonder Paracelsus likes playing doctor, it’s fun to see others be uncomfortable and in pain while they depend on you.

“Oh my, what’s this Geppetto?” Paracelsus has a syringe containing Geppetto’s blood, blood that now has a blue hue, making it almost look purple.

“How the hell should I know?” Geppetto knows it has something to do with Carlo and how he gave him his heart but, he has no idea why it would look that way, he is an engineer, not a doctor or alchemist.

“Hiding secrets from me?” Paracelsus knows that he is hiding something, “You don’t look well at all Geppetto, so pale, so tired”

“Being is parent is hard”

“I’m sure that there is more than just that” Nothing escapes Paracelsus, he will know sooner rather than later.

“Well I’m sure you’ll find out once you are done with Carlo, but you aren’t going to like what you see”

“You can’t play games with me Geppetto, it won’t work”

Geppetto let out a small laugh, well, he did try to warm him.

The rest of the examination went well, the only problem is that only 30 minutes had passed, Paracelsus usually does his special work slower, however with this new development there are things he needs to confirm first.

“So, are we just going to sit here in silence?” Paracelsus is starting to feel bored.

“Yes,” Simon doesn’t want to talk with either of them.

“Aaaww why not talk my love?~” Paracelsus teased him with his sweet voice.

“Do you ever take anything seriously? Or is life just a sick game for you?” Simon is done with Paracelsus’s games.

“Oh God, please don’t make me the third wheel” Geppetto groans in frustration.

Paracelsus laughs and Simon gets irritated.

“Why not join us then?” Paracelsus is having a lot of fun today.

“Shut up Paracelsus, just shut up” Simon doesn’t want to even exist at this moment.

Geppetto just ignores the comment, so Simon quickly changes the subject.

“Please let him be at peace from the moments he has away from his brat”

“I love every second I spend with Carlo”

“Sure Geppetto, whatever helps you sleep at night” Simon sees that Geppetto rolls his eyes at him, Paracelsus has a smile on his face, enjoying having to listen.

“You are the living proof of why it’s better to not have children”

“You say that because you never had any”

“What are you? A single mom now? Who’s biggest life achievement is to show off their child?”

“I’m literally a single dad you moron!” What kind of a statement is that? For the first time, Geppetto wants Carlo to wake up early from his nap so that they can leave him and his son alone.

“Hey everyone look” Simon makes a mocking tone, “My little boy only killed 5 people instead of 10, isn’t he such a good boy?”

Geppetto stays quiet and Simon knows that the old man can’t argue back because he in fact praises Carlo for not killing people.

“Okay, we all going to shut up until Carlo wakes up,” Geppetto says.

Hopefully, his nap won’t take that long.

——

Carlo woke up an hour and a half later, to Simon and Paracelsus it felt like an eternity, but Geppetto didn’t mind at all it all ended up amazingly because Carlo was in a great mood, he was behaving himself so well and he was being gentle instead of using his force.

Carlo’s blood is like Geppetto’s but his blue hue is even brighter, not only that but something else is visible, very small particles of something, Paracelsus must know more, he can’t wait to get back and analyze it.

“This is the last one sweetie, it’s going to hurt a little” Paracelsus gives out the warning.

Carlo lets out a small whimper, then he starts crying, Geppetto holds him and tells him how brave and strong he is.

Simon swears that every time he comes here Carlo behaves more and more childish, he doesn’t even know how that’s possible. It’s uncanny to see someone who is technically an adult like that, but more than anything it’s sad, truthfully at his point he does like Carlo, how could he not after the time he spends with him? He just doesn’t like Geppetto.

Paracelsus is quiet and just staring, Simon is starting to realize something is a little off about him.

“Daddy, can I play with Uncle Simon and Uncle Paracelsus?” Carlo sounds really excited.

“I’m sorry son but they were just about to leave”

“No! I want to play with them!” Carlo always plays with one of them when they come, he should play with both of them because he is strong and brave.

Geppetto stares at them, he doesn’t want them home but he doesn’t want Carlo to be upset.

“We have to leave Carlo” Simon is the one who has to speak up because Paracelsus is still quiet.

“No, don’t go!”

Before anyone else could say another word, Carlo lifted his left arm, pointed a finger at each of his uncles, and pulled them back. As he did, a small amount of their Ergo left their bodies.

Simon and Paracelsus felt paralyzed, they felt exhausted, they felt their blood flow become slower and slower, they could only stare in horror as a part of their soul was ripped from their bodies.

“Carlo…” Geppetto stares at them, clearly hesitating to tell his son to stop, “Give them their Ergo back”

Carlo doesn’t say anything, he just holds the Ergo in his hand.

“Carlo, sweetie we will play with you, we can play whatever you want,” Paracelsus says with fear in his voice, this power is something he has never seen before, something too extreme, he didn’t even think such a feat was possible.

Carlo gives them back their Ergo with a smile on his face.

Simon is just as stunned, that shouldn't be impossible, all the years he spent researching Ergo, and the only logical conclusion is that it can only be taken once someone dies or is about to die. Not even in his godly form was he able to do such a thing.

Geppetto plays with his son’s hair, “Great, you can play with your uncles while I prepare you lunch”

Geppetto has emerged victorious today, as Carlo drags Simon and Paracelsus to the basement.

—-

A tea party, a damn tea party.

Carlo is forcing them to play along, or rather forcing Simon to play along as Paracelsus seems to be having the time of his life.

The basement is way more decorated than the last time he came down here, it has a big toy chest where Carlo pulls out the fake tea cups, pots, and plates. It also has a lot of other fake props that a child could use to play with. Since the basement is already a big place the big table and chairs don’t feel like they take up too much space, even considering the amount of seats that are… occupied by Carlo’s toys, the puppets Geppetto built for him after he killed those at the hotel.

There are 10 seats, 5 occupied by the puppets; one by Romeo the teddy bear needing two cushions to be able to be seen, and seats for the 3 of them, one chair being left empty.

There is even a small wardrobe where Carlo has things to dress up as, thankfully the one given a costume is Paracelsus because he was the “fun uncle” and Simon is glad he doesn’t have that title.

A new carpet covers the floor but it has a bare spot where the hatch door Geppetto uses to throw away the bodies in.

At least since Carlo is too occupied playing with Paracelsus he just has to watch.

Paracelsus is wearing a simple but semi-formal dress, clearly some costume from a play, the dress it’s blue so it matches with his hair, and the light blue bow that comes with it compliments him.

Simon can’t deny how cute he looks.

Simon plays along from time to time but he mostly watches as Carlo and Paracelsus seem to be too entranced by it. He wonders what the deal with Paracelsus is, he really enjoys playing with Carlo each time they come here but Paracelsus is a madman, nothing about him makes sense.

A pretty mad man, in his stupid blue dress.

They all hear the door of the basement open, Geppetto calling for Carlo as lunch is ready. Carlo quickly rushes up towards his father’s side, leaving Paracelsus and Simon alone.

“Well, I should probably change” Paracelsus starts to remove the bow when he feels Simon touch his hand.

“You are beautiful”

Paracelsus is blushing, he never blushes, Simon leans in and kisses him.

“Like a princess”

They are both intensely looking at each other.

“Before the two of you start doing anything else, I will remind you that my son plays here,” Geppetto tells them from the door.

Now they are both blushing and making their way out of the basement.

——

Carlo says goodbye to his uncles, he had a really good time today. He is a little tired from playing so he asks his daddy to read him a book instead. When it’s dinner time, Carlo starts making conversation.

“Daddy, are Uncle Simon and uncle Paracelsus married to each other?”

Are they married? Probably not but “Yes they are son, why the question?”

“Aaww I wanted to throw them a wedding”

“I’m sure that they will agree to another one” Geppetto does appreciate the fact that they play with his son and make him happy, even if he doesn’t like either of them.

It’s nice to see Carlo so happy, Geppetto can tell that his son is very lonely, he was always a lonely child, only Romeo and Sophia being his friends. He was shunned and isolated by others, it was hard to hear the things Carlo tells to the toys he breaks, the horrible things said to him by his peers his age at that time.

“Daddy, When can we play all together again?”

“Well your birthday is coming soon so-“ Geppetto pauses.

Carlo’s birthday, it doesn’t feel real to him, he was told the news about Carlo’s death just a few days after his birthday. It doesn’t feel real either because it’s only been 10 months, not a year has passed since that entire fiasco of the frenzy happened.

“Daddy?” Carlo curiously tilts his head.

“Oh, Carlo I was just, remembering something, I’m sorry”

Everything becomes quiet, the atmosphere feeling tense.

“How I died?” Carlo’s voice sounds sad.

Geppetto can’t speak up, he feels like crying again, sometimes he thinks that he cries as much as his son.

The son he abandoned, the son he left to die alone.

Carlo lifts his arms, asking for a hug, Geppetto goes to his son’s side and hugs him, hugging each other with care.

“I’m sorry Carlo, I left you all alone”

“Daddy it’s okay”

Geppetto's heart starts racing.

“It wasn’t your fault”

No, it is his fault, he should have never left him alone.

“But even if it was, I forgive you Daddy”

Geppetto cries as he holds Carlo, this time his son comforting him instead of the other way around.

Geppetto kisses his son’s forehead and tells him how much he loves him, he feels like a broken record, but he loves him, and he will never stop loving his son.

When Geppetto goes outside to buy things, he hears people talk about the killer who is still loose, how people say horrible things and assumptions, but they know nothing because Carlo is a good boy.

Maybe others would say he is crazy, and maybe he is, maybe he is just as crazy as his son but Carlo is perfect in his eyes, he is a little angel, who forgave him despite all the harm he has caused him.

They both go to bed, it’s late and they are tired.

“Good night Daddy”

“Good night Carlo”

#lies of p #lop #liesofp #lies of p game #lies of p fanfic #lies of p geppetto #ao3 link #this is in ao3 too #lies of p carlo #lies of p simon #lies of p giangio

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belovedmuichiro · 2 years

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what do you think of shinobu, some people in the Fandom dislike or even hate her for teasinh and mean comments towards Giyuu, I adore her but I love to know what you think about her

Space anon

I LOVE SHINOBU but okay the thing about Shinobu is the same thing about Giyuu. I think they’re amazingly written characters with so many great qualities that I can’t get enough of, but the fanon representation is infuriating to me because it reduces them to their surface level personalities (Shinobu is cutesy and Giyuu is depressed) and that’s all the content we see of them. It’s so disappointing, because Shinobu’s cutesy personality is all a front for her anger and real emotions which are SO interesting. So here’s my favorite things about her!

So, I love Shinobu because she’s a mad scientist!!! Why don’t we talk about this more?? This girl made literal face melting poisons because she couldn’t cut off a demon’s head, and not only that but different poisons with varying pain degrees! She tells Tanjiro when they first meet that she’ll use “a gentle toxin” to kill Nezuko, which to me implies that she’s made multiple of them, and probably has one that’s excruciating on demons. She literally pumped poison into her body just to kill Douma, that dedication is crazy to me. I love this part of her, I love that she’s a little sadistic and incredibly smart, I think this stuff is so much more interesting than that “ara ara” bullshit!! Respect my girl and her mad scientist tendencies!!!!

She’s also so, so loving and has a huge heart and I adore that. As much as I think the gentle toxin is crazy, she’s offering it to use it on Nezuko when she learns she’s Tanjiro’s little sister, and that implies to me that she engineered a painless poison for people whose family members or lovers have become demons, and don’t want them to suffer in their death. Beyond that, she loves Kanao, and Aoi, and the girls who clearly mean a lot to her, especially Kanao who she’s raised and trained to be an exceptional fighter. You can see her love for her when Kanao begins to break out of her shell, how proud she is, and you know that Kanao is everything to her. She’s also good with Inosuke, who she doesn’t need to be kind to, but chooses to be anyway because she can see he’s a little misguided. She teases Giyuu, but he’s also a huge loner who she talks to all the time, and I think that’s her way of trying to ease his loneliness, even if he does genuinely bug her. She fucking sacrificed herself to kill Douma, which is an act of revenge but also an unbelievable thing to do just to end the war and save thousands of people from dying in the future. She’s incredible!

And real quick, I do want to say something about the way she treats Giyuu, because people go way too far demonizing her for it. Giyuu is an irritating person to them, he doesn’t want to engage with anyone ever and is honestly an asshole when he wants to be. They are misinterpreting him when he says he’s not like them for a superiority statement, but they still have a right to be offended by it since he’s never explained or elaborated on it. So there’s that, and in the scene where Shinobu is saying things about nobody liking Giyuu, it’s right after she’s caught him blatantly breaking the rules and trying to stop her from killing a demon. She’s aiming to hurt him because she’s mad at him, and rightfully so, what he did is extremely dangerous and worrying. Not to mention the way he’s not explaining himself, and all the built up frustration she definitely has with him, she’s expressing it in a justified moment of anger. I refuse to say her being mad at him here is wrong, and even if it is kind of immature, she’s 18, so like it kind of just comes off as a teenager snapping to me? Hardly something to hate her over imo, and a lot of it really is just teasing because she’s just like that. Idk how that’s worse than Obanai or Sanemi openly hating and being antagonistic towards him all the time even unprovoked.

I also think Shinobu is a victim of being hyper sexualized by the fandom, which is also annoying and a really shitty thing to reduce her to when she’s one of the least sexual characters in the show, but that’s a whole other discussion.

In short, I love Shinobu, she’s amazing and I haven’t even shared all the things I love about her, but the fandom can suck and I think it’s unfair when there’s all these great qualities to her.

#emmie speaks #this got long whoops #thank you for asking tho because HOLY SHIT did I need to say this #demon slayer #kny manga spoilers #kocho shinobu #space anon

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classic-bright · 2 years

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I’m gonna be an absolute troll about this because I’ve been seeing it a lot and will I make sense? I’m not really sure. Do all the weird arguments about certain people from Teen Wolf make sense? No. But I think I am somewhat coherent to bring up this amazingly - TERRIBLE concept that some have manifested as their new form of hate mail: claiming actors should not get paychecks. That’s generally what this is. Its the MOST absurd argument I’ve ever seen on here. And come on this is tumblr. But I cant tell if people are being genuine of these statements.

They just say one name and go, hey, (giggles), it would be fun to say actors dont deserve paychecks.

Like they dont want their own favorite actors to get paid for acting.

Yeah, like anyone doesn't need some form of compensation to make a living. And their not evil for taking a well-earned paycheck.

I’m very CERTAIN that people will be skipping some rocks when they hear stiles stilinski is gonna be in the movie. (Before you say anything -He’s not in there - I’m not trying to raise hopes!)

If Dylan O’brien was in this - no one would be shaming him for logging onto the teen wolf movie for anything revolving around a paycheck. They wouldnt be.

Why do I have to mention him first? Because he’s used as the main driving point of why to shame other actors on payment. Dylan doesn't do this, and hey, may not approve of it, but some of his fans do it.

Idk if people realize it - but Dylan gets HIS paycheck out of his work. Listen to that. He’s another actor getting paid for his film work.

This business requires compensation of a paycheck. Any business. Do you think it's simple to stare at lights, mix up a sleep schedule, re-do scenes over and over again until there is a couple of usable tapes/frames that can work? No they make it look easy! Its no walk in the park.

If Theo was back (for those who want him in it for reasons I cannot all list here) - guess who would possibly not be giving his actor a hard time about paychecks.

No one says anything about Tyler Hoechlin aiming for only his paycheck. Which is weird. They say he felt PITY for the movie, instead. Would this be a hate speech in why you should totally shame him? No. But I will say, he is suddenly, filtered all prettily, and he really does sound like a nice guy, but fans dont say anything about - well he’s casting Eli and doing this without a stiles or Braedon, therefore he should not get a paycheck. ( And I highly do NOT encourage that harassment to be turned around to him.)

But - people do know Hoechlin’s getting a paycheck, right? Should we throw him at the stakes too? Maybe everyone who has been on the teen wolf cast and in every tv series thats ever existed? Why am I blowing it out of proportions? Because the arguement feels like that.

Why are we even focusing on blaming people for working and then getting paychecks.

Why should it even be common to argue it? Is everyone okay - or do they not know jobs 101

I dont even have to defend Tyler Posey!

I’m just targeting how atrocious and funny all of this is. If you dont want to watch the movie - then stall and stop spoiling peoples experiences. They want to see their favorite characters. It may not be everyone but there’s at least one character in there they want to watch.

But I dont really want to shame these actors at all. Its so simple. They just get paychecks. They are NOT in charge in the amount they really get, or what other actors get. They are for the most part, restricted to their acting roles. Films are all budget and sometimes the film industry just works like that. Actor’s motive for why they join shouldnt be even a question. Its laughable to see: this person is getting a paycheck, how disgusting. Maybe they should work for free.

Thats what it sounds like. Who wants to enforce that people don't get paid for their work?

Again, they are doing their jobs.

Its great that Arden Cho was able to ask for a bigger paycheck. Good for her. But she did not get it. And hey, if they did not want to pay the amount compared to her fellow white actors then...? Maybe we can still put our hopes up that further down the road she may want to do something pertaining to Teen Wolf, if she still wants to. She did a wonderful job when she was there. But its so bizarre that she received hate when she was in the show and suddenly she’s not really that supported in this hellsite from those certain haters who defend her. She’s just used as a few sentence arguement. She’s not seen, she’s just used alongside the absence of Dylan O’brien. And thats horrible.

Tyler Hoechlin’s part in the show did not raise any ridicule or hate. Tyler Posey received hate, and even death threats. Arden Cho was REALLY bullied and harassed for her character. Dylan O’brien did not receive hate. Ian Bohen’s character was praised.

It’s actually okay to ship whatever you like. Its okay to like any character or actor. And I dont really genuinely shame any actor from the cast for being a part of something that they were apart of for years/seasons. However, maybe we get too passionate, guys. Just like what I have to be in order to bring it out. I’m not the better person at this moment. Obviously, there should be more character affection, not too overbearing. Honestly if your losing people over your hate - well shit?

I cannot say enough that we should really be okay with actors getting paychecks (as they should), and okaying the free-will to ship without forcing it on others who may have different preferences. Do I have to add ships at the last minute- yes I do. For this argument, I somehow do, because the hate spawns from this source.

#teen wolf #teen wolf fandom #teen wolf movie #stiles stilinski #derek hale #kira yukimura

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