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transvampireboyfriend · 8 months

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Eddie would come up with the most elaborate schemes to kiss Steve for the first time.

here's mine: He realizes Steve is a gossip early on, like the first time they all hang out someone mentions a rumour in passing and Steve latches on. Eddie is delighted. He's enamoured by the twinkle in Steve's eyes and the intensity in his probing, even the enthusiasm in giving out the information he has about the people in question.

So Eddie knows what he has to do.

Whenever Eddie sees or hears something that frankly should not be any of his business he makes sure to tell Steve. He doesn't mention it to anybody else and most of the time he doesn't care about it much, but he needs to tell Steve.

And he only does it when it's just the two of them. He finds Steve in a secluded corner of the Family Video, says "i think my boss is cheating on his wife" and is rewarded with a gasp.

He follows after Steve when he goes to refill the popcorn in the middle of movie night and casually asks "you know who I saw the other day coming out of Laura's house at 3am?" Steve raises his eyebrows higher than Eddie has ever seen.

He calls Steve at midnight on a Wednesday and opens with "my neighbors are definitely getting back together" Steve answers with a devastated "noooo!"

He leaves the kids in the cookie aisle to go catch up to Steve and lean on the shopping cart shoulder to shoulder and whisper "dont look now, but Heather and Monica are here together, right behind us. They ARE dating" Steve looks immediately.

And Eddie's not only excited about his initial reactions, but he thanks the heavens for his discovery because it gets him Steve's total, undivided attention every.fucking.time. without fail.

Steve turns fully to him, touches Eddie's arms for emphasis, shoves him when Eddie says something dumb, tugs on a strand of his hair a bit when Eddie says something silly, opens his eyes SO wide or squints at him and his eyelashes look sooo pretty. Steve leans in and whispers back and grins and teases and scrunches his nose in the most adorable gesture Eddie has ever seen in his life.

With practice, Eddie goes from having to give Steve's shoulder a back handed slap to get his attention, to just looking at him directly for like 5 seconds and then Steve knows Eddie has something to tell him.

so he does it at dinner, on a nondescript date at a nondescript hour because, mostly, Eddie just kinda can't take it anymore.

He's listening to Steve tell this story about a costumer and frankly, forgets to look away from him and Steve interprets this as Eddie having something to say. He cuts himself off, tilts his head and asks "what?" with mirth in his voice.

Eddie smiles, a little mischievous and says "c'mere I have to tell you something"

Steve smiles back, but says "we're the only ones here, Eds" gesturing to his kitchen.

Eddie rolls his eyes a bit and threatens "do you want me to tell you or not?"

Steve leans across the table, his cut off tank almost touching their spaghetti.

Eddie wants to shove his hands through the armpit holes, but he settles for holding Steve's jaw and threading his fingers through the hair at the back of his neck, pulling him in for a kiss.

Steve's lips are as soft and warm as he expected, he tastes of the red sauce they cooked together and he smells good enough to eat. Eddie indulges in a thorough kiss but keeps it short.

No matter how many times Steve looks at him like he's the most interesting person in the room, he hasn't outright said that he likes Eddie like that, so he'd rather be careful.

Eddie pulls back and finds Steve smiling, his eyes closed still.

Steve blinks his eyes open and looks at Eddie, his tongue darts out to swipe across his lips and he says "I think that's the best one you've told me yet"

Eddie snorts and feels his cheeks burn "Yeah?" he asks.

"Mmhm" Steve confirms against his lips, already kissing Eddie again.

It takes a while, but eventually Eddie realizes Steve doesn't only give him his undivided attention when he has gossip. He does it pretty much all the time.

Maybe at some point it expanded to everything Eddie has to say.

Or maybe it was like that all along.

#it was. it was like that all along. Eddie's just a lil dumb. Steve and I love him a lot #steddie #steddie headcanon #steveddie #stranger things #.#this is maybe a little #ooc #so there. tread lightly idk

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koenigsbleachedshirt · 7 months

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I JUST WANT KEEGAN TO MAKE ME FEEL SO DUMB Ik that man would be the most condescending mf and is def into dacryphilia

RAHHHHH Keegan daddy 😩😩😩😩

.....and uh, I think I went overboard.... BUT WHATEVERRRRR (this has been cooking for 3 days...)

Afab reader with neutral pronouns, power dynamics, DUBCON, mean! Dom! Keegan, dacryphilia, slapping, teasing, orgasm control, ruined orgasm, degradation (slut), creampie, pet names (bunny, little bunny)

You weren't too sure how you ended up in this... weird position, your superior pinning you against the wall in the hallway to the barracks, hand on your throat. A friend of yours had asked for some emotional support with a person he met on some site, so you were going there, but then....

"What are you doing over here at this hour? You should be aware that's against the rules, kid." He says, deep voice sending shivers down your spine. After asking, he loosens the vice like grip on your throat so you can answer.

"My friend asked me to give him some advice.... that's all, Sir." You mutter, trying to maintain eye contact. "No funny business, I promise."

Keegan taps his finger slightly against your cheek, eyes scanning your face. "I really couldn't care less, Soldier. Rules say the members are to sleep separately, and that won't change."

"I wasn't going to spend the night! An hour at mo-" Your argumentation is cut short when his grip on your throat tightens again; to shut you up. The noise you make due to the sudden interruption catches both of you by surprise, cheeks beginning to feel hot.

He loosens his grip just slightly, eyes narrowing. "In there, this instant." Keegan almost growls, roughly shoving you into the room next to where you got held up, stumbling over your feet before coming to a stop in the middle of it. He closes the door and clicks the lock shut before slowly moving towards you.

You gulp nervously when he halts in front of you, his icy eyes shooting daggers. "What were you really up to? Don't think I haven't heard of these excuses before."

Frustration overtakes your face and, against better judgment, you lose your temper. "I wasn't lying! My friend just wanted some fucking advice!"

The realization of what you've just done immediately hits you, and you shudder; body suddenly feeling ice cold. You just raised your voice against a Sargeant, AND you were disrespectful. If this doesn't get you kicked, then-

"Did you just lose face, Soldier? Dare raise your voice and lose respect?" Keegan's eyes narrow even more, grabbing your jaw and yanking your chin up to meet his eyes. "Looks like you need some disciplining. Hasn't even been that long since you came here, y/n, you were so promising..."

His grip is so tight, and it hurts. He's digging his fingers into your jaw, and all you could do was deal with it. "I- I'm sorry, Sargeant, it won't happen again." You manage to say through the pain of his grip, one eye squeezed shut due to the pain.

But he only clicks his tongue before letting you go.

And then came the shock.

He had just slapped you; face snapping to the side from how unexpected it was. And then he yanks your face back towards him, fingers once again painfully tightly gripping your jaw. "Crying already? How pathetic. I'm just getting started." Keegan chuckles lowly, backing you up until the back of your knees hit the bedframe.

"S- Sir, please... It won't happen again.." You mumble pitifully, a tear rolling down your cheek.

It almost feels like he cares when he gently wipes it away, but then he grabs a handful hair at the back of your head. A whimper of pain rips through the thick silence in the room, and Keegan moves so he can speak directly into your ear. "I'm going to teach you some fucking respect, Soldier."

And then you're falling backward, hitting the bed full force due to your Sargeant pushing you. You don't have time to react before he pins you down, one leg keeping both of yours separated and his hands on the sides of your head to keep him from crushing you.

Keegan feels the growing tension in his pants upon seeing how intimidated you were; so scared to upset him any further when in reality he's just toying with you. Trying to break you. Trying to claim you. He wants you to only see him. "Your safeword is cherry. I won't go easy, and I won't stop for anything unless you say it. Copy that?" Keegan explains before sitting back up to take off his helmet and throw off his heavy vest.

"C- Copy, Sir..." You reply timidly, not moving an inch. You'd be lying if you said this whole situation didn't turn you on. Your Sargeant, on which you've had a crush on ever since you joined the Ghosts, was about to do something unspeakable to you. Something you wouldn't even think of in your wildest fantasies. And you could feel your excitement making your underwear stick to your core.

Keegan chuckles, humorless and flat, before grabbing the back of your neck to pull you into a sitting position. "Let's see how much you can take before you break, kid." He mumbles, pulling down his mask and leaning down to lick a stripe up your throat, stopping just below your chin.

You scrunch up the sheets beneath your hands; too scared to touch the man in front of you without his permission. Your breathing is erratic due to the simple gesture of his tongue on your skin.

Aside from not touching him, you simply do not move at all. Just let him have his way. Even though this isn't what you wanted or even ever imagined, you're not opposed to the idea of your hot Sargeant having his way with you.

And then everything stops.

"Get up." Keegan orders, and you obey. You stand up from the bed, standing in front of him, anxiously trying to figure out what's going to happen. He sits down at the edge of the bed, legs spread slightly and just watching you. "Come over here."

You take a step closer, standing in front of where he's sitting down. And then he grabs you by the belt, making you stumble and awkwardly seat yourself on his lap. Your hands flew up to his shoulders out of reflex to catch yourself. The hand that he used to pull you in is once again on your jaw, forcing you to look into his eyes.

It's the first time you see his face; he forgot to pull his mask back up.... or he didn't care. "It's quite amusing to watch you trying so hard, you know? Not even touching me without permission... you caught on quickly. But that doesn't mean I'm gonna stop until all you can feel and think of is my cock."

The way he said it with that bone-chilling voice of his, and the way he smirks when your expression changes into one of plead. Keegan is enjoying this. He watches you squirm on his lap, but he's not having it.

A loud slap brings you to a stop, the burn of it tingling your thigh. "You aren't moving unless I tell you to, am I clear, bunny?" A new rush of arousal rips through you; he basically just called you a barracks bunny. "You will take what I give you and be a good fucking slut, yeah?"

"Y- Yes, Sir." You reply, voice a little shaky. "I'll be good.."

"Perfect. You learn fast, kid." He smirks again, smoothing a hand over the spot he had so painfully hit, lightly caressing it. Then he shoves both his hands under your thighs and moves to lay you down on your back once again. He makes quick work to rip off your boots, throwing them somewhere in the room.

When he stops, you don't look. All you hear is rustling and two more thumps; he must've taken off his boots as well. Keegan's fingers make contact with your belt, and you shudder, excitement buzzing through you at the thought of what's next. He opens it quickly, and your pants are next.

"You got something to say before I pull these off, bunny?" Keegan asks with a knowing look in his eyes, a slight smirk pulling at his lips once again tonight. "No, I don't think so..." You reply, and you're going to regret this.

Because you didn't catch on to what he meant. Your pants are pulled down so fast that it catches you off guard. "Tsk, tsk, tsk... I gave you a chance, and yet you didn't take it. I'll have to punish you for this, bunny."

"I- I'm sorry, Sir! I... I didn't catch on to what you-" You desperately try to explain yourself, but your words get stuck in your throat when Keegan shoves your panties aside and stuffs two of his thick, long fingers into your sopping cunt. It rips a squeal, followed by a high-pitched moan from you, and your legs try to close on instinct, but he's not having it.

"Keep your fucking legs open, slut." Keegan orders, and you try so hard not to moan again.

His fingers move at an agonizingly slow pace, and you're embarrassed by the wet sounds that follow. "Fucking hell, you're soaked to the bone. You sure are enjoying this, little bunny."

You are enjoying this, and you're fucking embarrassed about it. Because the way Keegan speaks to you so condescendingly, with the premise of disciplining you as your superior - someone you look up to and learn from.

Keegan noticed your thoughts wandering, but he didn't pay it any mind. It's not like you'd be able to stay spaced out once he finds your pleasure button. His fingers move so smoothly and calculated, that he finds it a few seconds later.

Your back arches at the new and overwhelming rush of pleasure once Keegan's fingers carress your g-spot. An almost pornographic moan escapes you, and you tear up. This is all too much for you, but you can't bring yourself to move away. The pleasure is overwhelming you.

"Damn bunny, you're clenching so hard. You're enjoying this a little too much for this to be a punishment for breaking the rules." Keegan muses, suddenly speeding up his thrusting, and you squeal.

And then his fingers are gone. You were about to cum, but he stopped. You try to catch your breath while looking up at him. Keegan grabs you by the shirt collar and pulls you into a sitting position. "Open your mouth."

You oblige without hesitation, meeting his eyes. He smirks devilishly before shoving the same fingers he had just buried in your pussy into your mouth. The taste is foreign, but you won't dare to piss him off, so you close your lips around his digits and work your tongue around them, cleaning your slick off his fingers.

"Didn't even have to tell you what to do, huh? You're so fucking dirty." He says, a dark chuckle ripping through his chest. Keegan takes his fingers out of your mouth and lazily wipes them on his shirt before manhandling you onto your stomach and pulling your ass up. "I'm going to fucking ruin your cute little pussy, you won't be able to tell left from right and top from bottom after I'm done."

You listen closely as he unzips his pants and pulls out his cock. He teases you by casually rubbing it against your pussy, making your eyes roll back at the delicious feeling.

He teases you by just dipping the tip in before pulling back to simply slide it up and down your slit. It pulls a whimper from you, cunt still sensitive from when he denied your first orgasm.

But Keegan doesn't stop; no, he does it again and again. Putting in just the tip, basically fucking you with nothing. And you hate that it's working because you feel a new orgasm building up. "P- Please.... no more teasing..." You whimper when he teases you by rubbing his dick along your clit.

"This is a punishment, you don't get to make demands, slut." Keegan states and chuckles darkly. "I'm just getting started."

And then you squeal and whine into the pillow when you feel his thick cock bully its way into your cunt, the stretch so delicious it has your eyes rolling back a little too far. His hips are flush against your ass and Keegan groans deep in his throat before landing a loud slap against your ass, kneading the flesh right after.

You barely adjust to his size before he starts viciously fucking into you from behind. Smacking noises echoing around the quiet room, his hips repeatedly making contact with your ass, and his balls hitting your clit so good. "F- Fuuuuck..!!" You moan into the pillow and fist the sheets by your face, tears gathering in your eyes at the slight twinge of pain because he keeps hitting your cervix. "I- Is so gooooood..."

Keegan grunts in reply before gathering your wrists and pinning them to your back,holding onto them for a better grip. He knows you're getting close by how much you're clenching on his cock and he stops his thrusts completely. A frustrated cry leaves your lips at the oncoming orgasm once again fading away. Keegan watches as you sob into the pillow, and he yanks you up, still balls deep inside of you.

"Aww.. crying doesn't get you anywhere, bunny. It only makes me wanna make it worse." He rasps into your ear before leaning over to flick his tongue over cheek, catching your tears and chuckling. "C'mon, beg for it. Convince me to let you cum, Soldier."

You fall back down into the pillow face first, your hands still held together behind your back and try to catch your breath. "P- Please Sir.... please let me cum..."

He thrusts extra hard, literally knocking the air out of your lungs. "I can't hear you, speak up." Keegan orders you before resuming his unforgiving pace of hard and fast thrusts.

"I... Please! Please let me cum!" You almost scream, repeating yourself. And you almost think Keegan takes mercy on you when his hand moves to rub your clit, making another high approach embarrassingly fast.

And just as you're about to tip over the edge, he pinches down on the bundle of nerves, completely ruining it for you. Because you do cum, but you don't get to ride it out. You're so desperate for friction you try to fuck yourself on his cock, but his hold is unrelenting and you can't. You thrash around beneath him, more tears falling from your eyes at how he ruined your high.

"Y- You're.. so- so mean..!" You pitifully sob, hiccups shaking your entire body. He doesn't feel too bad though; you had been given a safeword, and you didn't use it.

"Well, did you learn your lesson now, little bunny?" Keegan asks and suddenly starts fucking into again at a brutal pace, chasing his own high. He's going to leave you broken and frustrated. "You had been given a warning after all."

The noises you make are a messy mix of sobs and whimpers as he continues to abuse your sensitive pussy for his own pleasure; but you don't have the headspace to worry about it any longer. You've basically zoned out, only coming back to yourself when his thrusts become irregular and frantic.

"I'm gonna mark your slutty little cunt so good..." Keegan groans before he reaches his own high, his cum filling you up to the brim. Your eyes roll back for the nth time that night and then he pulls out.

It feels empty and weird, his sperm leaking out of your abused hole. You lay there on the bed, legs twitching and completely fucked out, unable to form a single coherent thought.

Keegan simply moves you to lay on your back and proceeds to dress you back in your underwear and pants, your shoes coming on last. His cum seeps out into your panties and it feels so weird, but you can't do anything, about to pass out due to the exertion this whole ordeal has put on your body.

He watches your eyes flutter closed and chuckles to himself. "Time to get you back to your room, kid." Keegan says as he picks you up effortlessly and carries you back to where you came from, pleased with how everything turned out.

#cod mw2 #cod x reader #keegan smut #keegan x reader #cod keegan #cod smut

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plutobutartsy · 11 months

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i was actually just joking about vega and gavin being divorced with shared custody over caelum but i got a bit too silly and now it's just an actual au i have so uhhhh here are some thoughts

first off, unempowered/no magic au + no angst only fun bc caelum deserves it (and so do i)

i think gavin and vega only got divorced because after moving in with each other they noticed each other's annoying habits and just went "fuck no, i can't live with this guy forever"

nothing major just like,,

gavin taking REALLY long showers until all the hot water is gone

vega putting his dirty dishes in the sink instead of directly into the dishwasher

stuff like that

they both just got hit with a magnitude 8 ick on the richter scale and because they're both petty and dramatic they decided living seperately wasn't enough so they just HAD to get a divorce

so technically they're not on bad terms but again, they're just really petty so they bicker a lot and bring up dumb shit the other did for no reason other than to be annoying

they keep the fighting at a minimum in front of caelum (even though it's not really serious)

but once caelum is out of the room?? oh boy

they're 100% the type to kick each other under the table

they also definitely try to one up each other

constant debates on who the favourite is

@super-trouper-lights suggested freelancer as daycare worker but i think caelum is a bit older so they're his grade school teacher :)

they have an enormous amount of drawings the kids made them and caelum is deffo the one who makes the most

they try to hang all of the drawingd up in the classroom but once they run out of space they take some older ones down to keep them safe in a binder (more like multiple binders lol)

some of their older coworkers look down on them because they're very gentle with the kids, they think freelancer isn't strict enough

jokes on them because freelancer is amazing at their job and all the kids love them

both vega and gavin make time to go to the parent teacher conferences together and gavin is lowkey salty about it because he wants to spend time alone with freelancer

that's why he does a lot of volunteering to help with school events and such

one time he spent a month perfecting his brownie recipe for their bake sale with the sole intention of making something freelancer might enjoy

only for him to find out that they were allergic to nuts and couldn't have any

he was devastated

vega found out because caelum told him and laughed at gavin for a solid 10 minutes

pet works at the local arts and crafts store that caelum insists on going to like once a week at LEAST

after vega met the for the first time he kept finding excuses to go back there, to the point where he had to convince caelum that no, he doesn't have enough glitter and yes, they have to go to the store right NOW

after a month he finally asked them to have coffee with him and they said yes

they started officially dating a few weeks after that <3

and YES vega definitely brags to gavin about being with pet while gavin hasn't even asked freelancer out yet

gavin's main concern is not wanting to make freelancer uncomfortable or to cross any boundaries or god forbid get them into trouble for dating a student's parent

so he is resolved to wait until caelum moves on to middle school (he's slowly going insane)

freelancer actually developed feelings for him as well after spending so much time with him organizing school events but they want to keep it professional and they're afraid they might misread gavin's kindness and passion as him being interested in them

"he's just a really dedicated parent i can't believe i'm making this about myself :("

freelancer and gavin truly are peak idiots to lovers

also, freelancer gets all their supplies for the class from the same store pet works at so they know each other and have gotten quite close over time :)

while freelancer is decent at arts and crafts, they're definitely not good at it (they're the teacher that prefaces every drawing they show in class with "now i'm no ARTIST")

pet on the other hand is really good at all artsy things

name a medium and they're good at it i gurantee it

so naturally caelum is amazed by them and always wants them to show him how to make certain things

vega always just wants to watch but pet and caelum talk him into joining them and he literally sucks at most of it lol

the only thing he's good at when it comes to art is folding paper boats and airplanes

pet also makes their own jewellery

at this point they made so much for vega that he pretty much exclusively wears stuff they made

ofc caelum also gets his own jewellery

he makes them friendship bracelets in return

they have a ton of them and wear a different one every day

this is a lot longer than i intended so i'll wrap it up here but if anyone has any thoughts on this please share :D

psst there's a part 2 now 👀

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted vega #redacted gavin #redacted caelum #redacted freelancer #redacted pet #shared custody au #stella's ideas

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sapphire-weapon · 9 months

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You said that part of the fun of old fandom was making backstories for the characters. did you have one for Leon? what was it?

oh boy. this feels so... self-indulgent and cringey now in modern-day fandom, after having dedicated so much time to arguing what is or isn't canon and having to explain multiple times, at great lengths, that the mafia backstory is not canon and why it's not. my brain is just like "shut up and just be glad that people are starting to listen to you at all."

I've mentioned a few of them here and there sporadically over the past few months, so some of these are going to sound very familiar to people who have been following me for a while, but

this is basically the backstory I've come up with for Leon and have been using for mmmm around 20 years, give or take (though I tweaked some slight things to account for Remake Leon, which I'll also note):

● grew up in a suburb around the Hartford, CT area

● only child

● very religious/uptight Catholic mom, dad was basically Mike Cosgrove from Freakazoid

● like seriously, the personalities of his parents couldn't be more different, to the point where it almost doesn't make sense to anyone on the outside looking in how they ended up together at all. but his mom really loves how stable and grounded her husband is and appreciates his really awful sense of humor, and dad fell in love with his wife's cooking and the way she actually laughs at his jokes and the fact that she really believes in something greater than herself -- because he doesn't, and he wishes he did. they also share a taste in music, surprisingly.

● "Scott" is a family name, but Leon's dad was already "the third" and he was like "you really wanna put this kid through being 'the fourth'? that's stupid. just make it his middle name." Leon has never told a single person in his adult life this, but his parents and his very early childhood friends (up until about middle school) actually called him "Scottie" -- because "Scott" was his dad. (yes this headcanon was born directly from how funny I find the whole "Mr. Scott Kennedy" shit in OG RE4 and I'm not sorry) mom's name is Carol.

● mom was a middle school geography teacher (and CCD teacher). dad was a cop (he was bASICALLY COSGROVE)

● was always closer with his dad than his mom, despite the fact that his mom very clearly and very desperately wanted him to be a mama's boy. it wouldn't be quite correct to say that his mom was emotionally abusive, but she definitely didn't Get Him and very rarely actually listened to what he had to say -- she had a pre-constructed image in her head of the kind of person she wanted him to be, and anything that didn't fit that image was either questioned or ignored outright. (NOTE FOR REMAKE-VERSE LEON: this was even worse for Remake Leon, who has a lot more self-awareness than his OG counterpart and started to suspect that he may not be fully straight pretty early in life, even if his conservative upbringing didn't give him the language to express what, exactly, he was feeling. he had a crush on a boy once, vaguely mentioned it in a very roundabout way to his mom, and then spent the next like 10 years convinced he was going to hell. see here for a more in-depth explanation of how I view Leon's sexuality.) dad gave far less of a shit about who his kid was, so long as he wasn't doing dumb shit to get himself in trouble or arrested or something. as a result, Leon's really stupid sense of humor came from his dad, because they did spend a decent amount of time together. the two of them + Leon's uncle (dad's brother), who was maybe a little bit off his rocker, always went hunting once a year.

● was never super religious like his mom is, but still definitely believed. didn't pray regularly -- but prayed enough. he can pinpoint the exact moment that he lost his faith, though: when, while in Raccoon City, he first considered suicide -- and he realized that he was looking not to God for salvation, but to his gun. even as an adult, he won't outwardly classify himself as an atheist, but his general feelings towards God and faith are: "if God is up there, He's not listening anymore."

● wasn't ever super popular in school, but was never an outcast loser nerd, either. he was just kind of... there. he had his own little circle of skater kid/grungecore and metalhead friends, and they just kind of did their own thing.

● didn't actually start to get hot until senior year of high school and kind of thought that people were taking the piss when they started looking at him differently after he'd been so completely ignored as a dating/sexual prospect for so long. plus he had a girlfriend by then, and they'd been together for a while, so he didn't really think too hard about how other people were looking at him, anyway.

● he and his long-term high school girlfriend broke up before they both went off to college, mutually, just because they were going to different schools. (NOTE FOR REMAKE-VERSE LEON: OG Leon lost his virginity to that girlfriend at age 16; Remake Leon didn't. the Remake version of his girlfriend was too prudish to go all the way, but third base was a familiar friend.) this was to the great relief of the girlfriend's dad, who fucking hated Leon's guts and frequently told him that he would never marry his daughter (and once chased him out of the house with a shotgun, but that's a different story).

● played lacrosse in high school. didn't love it, mostly did it to put on college applications. actually wanted to play football, but his mom was adamant about not allowing him to (AND SHE WAS SUPER RIGHT HOLY SHIT DON'T LET YOUR KIDS PLAY AMERICAN FOOTBALL).

● dabbled in some arts stuff here and there in high school and college, but never in a serious way and never for any great length of time. he was more of a math nerd than anything else. but he spent like, half of a school year involved with the lit mag and, despite being a not terrible poet and short story author due to having an inherently romantic nature, dropped it pretty fast out of disinterest. tried being involved with the school paper, dropped that within a year due to disinterest. thought about picking up the guitar because some of his friends were musicians, but never committed to it. the only thing that ever stuck was an interest in film; he spent a decent amount of time in the A/V club and really enjoyed the editing process. probably would've majored in it in college if not for his far greater interest in criminal justice, so he just kept doing it on the side for fun. took some electives for it in college, at the very least, and worked on some student films. mostly horror films, which is ironic to him in hindsight.

● did not go into criminal justice because of his dad; it's just a coincidence that he ended up being interested in the same field that his dad worked. Leon has always had a problem with bullies and was that guy in high school who inserted himself into situations that didn't involve him, just to stand up for someone else. got in only a handful of fist fights as a result of this, and the extent of the scolding from his dad was "knock it off. quit screwin around. you screw around too much." in the most non-committal, "don't actually stop though" tone possible, followed by taking him to get burgers. his mom lost her mind any time he got sent home from school for fighting, though -- and the one time he actually ended up suspended was Literal Hell for that full week. but, either way -- for him, growing up with a very positive opinion of law enforcement to begin with, criminal justice seemed like a natural fit.

● beyond the few times he got in trouble for fighting (in fights he never started and always won), the worst trouble he ever got into was that time his mom found out that he and his friends snuck beer into a Green Day concert in 1994. that was also the first time she learned that her 17-year-old son was already drinking. he got grounded until graduation.

● overall was just a pretty good kid, though. constantly on honor roll. graduated college with a 3.7 GPA.

● mostly behaved in college, too, but he definitely went out and partied when he didn't have anything school-related to worry about. OG Leon partied way more frequently and way harder than Remake Leon did, though. OG Leon dragged his dick all over campus. Remake Leon had maybe a handful of drunken hookups (that still never actually got him laid) and spent most parties being that guy who was taking care of his much drunker friends. catch Remake Leon standing over one of his friends who has their face planted in the sand at a beach party like "hey man. you good? we can't leave yet. I gotta finish this beer." Remake Leon also made an excellent wingman.

● after getting hired at the RPD but before actually able to move out there (in late August, roughly), he did go out to Raccoon City to try to land an apartment so that he'd be ready once he actually did move. he filmed most of that week-long trip in a sort of self-documentary style and edited it all together with the intention of giving it to his parents before he left, in case they started to miss him -- so that they could see where he was and who he'd likely be hanging around with and all that stuff, because he is a Good Boy. he ultimately never finished the very last part of it because of the phone call he got to stay away from the city a week prior to his move, and he soon forgot he'd ever made something like that at all. his mom found it a few months later while cleaning up his room, which she did frequently as a grief response "so that it'll be ready for him when he comes home."

● to date, Leon's family and friends from back home think he died in Raccoon City. the CIA kept a tight leash on where he went and who he spoke to for the first four years of his captivity -- he basically didn't get freedom to live his own life until after Operation Javier. by the time he had the ability to call or visit home, he felt like it was too late -- that it'd be crueler to show up out of the blue after being "dead" for so long -- especially considering that he couldn't stay in their lives. he'd basically just be showing up to say "hey not dead" and then have to disappear again. so he just sort of... let it go. though, of all of the terrible things he's done in the time since then, this is the one thing that weighs heaviest on his conscience -- the one thing that he feels guiltiest about most often. but he continues to stay away, because he has nothing kind to say about the life he's lived or the man he's become. even if he were to go home now, he's convinced that his parents would not recognize their son.

● he doesn't know this, but there is an upright grave marker for him in a cemetery in his hometown dated 1977-1998. buried there is an empty casket with only a framed photo of him. his parents still lay flowers there twice a year: once on his birthday and once on the anniversary of Raccoon City's destruction.

#resident evil #resident evil 4 #resident evil 2 #leon kennedy #typing up some of this was kind of embarrassing and idk why #but thank u for the ask anon #my new D drive won't be coming in until wednesday so #i have nothing but time to answer long asks like this after work #pls keep sending them

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alsoitsjunie · 11 months

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patrick hocksetter x female bully victim

ASKFJSKDJHSLA BLESS YOU FOR GIVING ME SOMETHING TO WRITE ILY (PSA) if you like any of my work, pls pls pls request something!! i love writing these!

okay i got this in the bag. im not gonna use a lot of descriptive terms for the girl in this because i didnt get a lot of input WHICH is not a problem but i dont wanna make this unfit for the requester (or anyone frls) anywayss basically the reader in this is has been targeted for quite a few years, starting in elementary with bowers and hocksetter, then in middle school with huggins and criss. i also wasnt sure if this was supposed to be a ship or romantic or not butt im making it a little bit. but not a lot. im gonna js start writing now i hope you enjoy!! also this might be a little long.

little one

patrick hocksetter x female! bully victim

(first person)

tw! stalking - lowkey sexual harassment - mentions of suicide-

first day of 5th grade, stepper elementary school derry Maine. my mom had picked an outfit for my first day, a pair of overalls and a little striped short sleeve with my boots and some ponytails. thinking back, that was an adorable outfit. yet the way i remember feeling when they ruined it was not.

i had that class with dumb and dumber themselves, patrick hocksetter and henry bowers. i didn't know much about them at the time, considering that 5th grade was the first year i had a class with either of them. id heard rumors about henry and some boys he was friends with being huge bullies and to steer clear of them, so when i walked into that classroom on the first day and saw them sitting in the back corner, warning signs flashed in my peripherals.

id always been an anxious kid, hell my parents bothered me about it every chance they could get. anyways, i was already having stomach quivers about starting school, and now i was in the same class as them. of course, as i was trying to lay low, the teacher decided to put me at the table in front of them. i could just feel the terrible intent radiating off of the boys behind me, through the icebreaker games, through math, reading, science, and even recess. recess was where i met my best friend, Emma. she was in the other fifth grade class, with the other two boys, reggie and victor? i think that was his name. she told me all about the things people say about the group.

especially patrick. they say he killed his younger brother with a pillow when he was five. im still shocked to this day about that. but i remember going back to class after that and feeling oddly cold sitting down in front of that boy. throughout the rest of class, i was slowly preparing myself to ask the teacher to move my seat. so when the dismissal bell rang, i waited for the rest of the students to leave, including patrick and henry, to go to the teacher and tug on her sleeve to ask her to move my seat.

the next day, she sat me across the room, next to a boy named jonathan. i was feeling much better about that class, until about halfway through lunch. i was sitting with Emma and Jonathan, chatting about our highscores in dig dug. out of nowhere, it got extremely quiet in the lunchroom. i stopped talking and carefully looked around, before realizing everyone was looking at our table. my blood ran cold as i realized Emma was staring at something directly behind me, dead eyes and mouth agape.

slowly i turned around, only to be met eye to eye by patrick hocksetter. he had a sca smile on holding a balloon filled with something and a thumbtack. before i could even ask what he wanted, he stabbed the balloon directly above my head, letting bright blue liquid splash over my hair, and down my face and clothes. he erupted into laughter, followed by the rest of the boys, followed by scattered giggles across the lunchroom. i coughed in shock, blinking, before the burning sensation set into my eyes. i started crying, and my throat was closing at the smell and my coughing. through my blue blurred eyes, i stumbled up, shoved through the four boys and the rest of the laughing lunchroom and ran out to the bathroom. before i could even make it there, a hand grabbed the back of my shirt.

henry had pulled me out of the bathroom doorway, and now i was surrounded by the boys.

'hopefully that'll teach your stupid fucking girl brain not to snitch to the teacher about us." i heard a voice sneer at me. i rubbed my eyes and watched through blurry vision as they turned and started walking back to the lunchroom. "but we aren't done with you SNITCH" i heard henry yell as i carefully stumbled into the bathroom.

and they decided they weren't done with me. not for the rest of the year, not for the year of 6th grade, or 7th grade, or 8th, or oven freshman year. and each year they got more and more creative. it evolved from shoving me on the playground, to snipping off pieces of my hair when i wasn't paying attention, then when i hit puberty, showing off my bled-through gym shorts, catcalling me in the hallways, and snapping my bra straps. leaving threatening notes in my locker, as well as dead flies, yknow, the usual.

eventually, i got used to the humiliation, but i was extremely surprised that it all came from me just asking to move my seat in fifth grade.

now its sophomore year, and its gotten worse yet better. im only really targeted by patrick and henry, the other two are really just in for the ride. belch, as they call him, is actually kinda nice to me. we have social studies together. i let him borrow a pencil one time and give him homework answers and in return, he kinda started being nice to me. patrick on the other hand was treating me exactly the same. stalking me through the hallways, following me home, leaving me threatening notes, boring his eyes into the back of my head in class, carving his initials into my windowsill....

but it seems like hes become more obsessed than hateful. one time i found a list of my backpack contents inside my pocket. and half the time i dont even know how he finds out some things. its kinda scary. whos fucking kidding its terrifying. and im so fucking tired of it.

he terrorizes me. i sprint home everyday so he cant catch up to me. sometimes they all take belchs car and i hear the engine rapidly approaching me. all these things build up over the days and weeks, and it makes me feel like im genuinely going insane. i have panic attacks on my way to school, i flinch at people trying to hug me, i just live under the freakishly tall shadow of patrick hocksetter. i wonder how he can be so messed up when we're only fifteen.

anyways, back to present day, biology class. which i coincidentally have with both bowers and patrick. lucky me. i sat two desks up and diagonal from both of them, each on either side. it was the second to last month of school, and we were finishing our human anatomy unit.

i was zoned out, listening to the droning, buzzing sound of our teacher's voice. at the feeling of a crumpled ball of paper hitting my shoe, i came back down to earth, glancing over my shoulder at patrick, who had a grin on his face. i slowly reached down and picked up the crumpled note, opening it and reading it.

'you n me behind the school, 3;30. if youre late, pray you're fast enough to get home before i do. which you wont be. thanks little one.'

i let out a shaky sigh when i finished reading the note. then crumpled it back up and shoved a half assed thumbs up under my arm at him so i didnt have to turn around and look at his face.

my hands got clammy as people started to pack up their backpacks, and i felt myself getting a headache as the bell rang and students filed out of the school. patrick and henry sauntered past me, and patrick let his fingers slideeee across the surface of my desk.. like a warning. jesus.

i took a deep breath, preparing myself for what i had in mind about putting a stop to this shit. i held my pen in my hand, in case i needed to use it as a shank.

as i rounded the corner to the back of the school, i saw patrick leaning against a tree, twirling a stick in his fingers. i cleared my throat and anxiously kept walking towards him. he watched me walk halfway towards him, then he pushed himself off the tree and walked to stand uncomfortably close to me.

'what do you want patrick.. '

he scoffed and started walking around me. 'what do i want? well theres a lot of things i want from you.. if youre offering-' he chuckled near my ear, and i could feel him twirling a piece of my hair in his fingers.

i think that was the moment he drove me crazy. i elbowed him in the ribs and spun around, backing away. i could tell i was gonna cry, either out of anger or fear, but there were tears pooling in my eyes.

'im fucking done. what do WANT from me?? I have done NOTHING to deserve this, and yet you still humiliate me, and terrorize me every day. is this really about fifth grade?? because i feel like thats been repaid for a good four years. what do you get from this? do you get off on making my life miserable like some weird perv?? GOD hocksetter im done! im fucking finished! ill have to kill myself before you'll let me live!' i cried, pacing and screaming at him.

i stopped to catch my breath. he looked shocked for a slight second, and then his face went back its natural smirk. he paced towards me, grabbing my face with his hand, squishing my face.

'you sweet little thing. it is repaid. its been repaid for a while. you just intrigue me so much.. i couldn't possibly stop humiliating you.. you're too infatuating.' he stared at every detail of my face, almost mapping it, before he shoved my face away from his hand. he went right back to circling me again.

'yknow.. it was never really about scaring you. i mean of course i enjoyed that part, you're absolutely hilarious to terrorize.'

i almost laughed in disbelief. ive been going through this all for his shits and giggles. what the fuck is wrong with him.

'it really started wayyyy before fifth grade. it was probably around third grade that i noticed you. i think it was when you were in the school concert... i realized how much you stuck out from all the other kids you were singing with.. and i just became infatuated. i think youre real. like me.'

what the fuck is he talking about?? real? of course im real.. what is going on?

he was walking towards me again, and i stumbled a few steps back until my back hit the hot brick wall and i felt suffocated when i realized.

im afraid of you.

'i dont want to be afraid of you anymore. please. patrick please stop doing this to me.' i pleaded, willing the tears back.

he leaned in closer, if possible, pressing me against the wall. i felt him inhale against my scalp, and for a minute, i felt the wind stop blowing and the birds stop chirping, and i could only feel my heartbeat in my ears and could only smell the sweat and bodyspray that came off of him.

then he backed up, pulled his hands off my shoulders, and stepped away. "go. im not done, but you're done being terrorized."

i shuddered. praying he wasn't lying. i slowly turned my back and started walking away, when i heard him call after me.

'hey. just so you know, youre mine. so youre safe for now. but youre still mine. some things are staying the same. go home.'

i turned around again and started walking home, going over what had just happened. on repeat again and again. what did he mean? im real? of course im real..

what the fuck just happened.

ok so i think that was good.. and im done now so thank you sunshine!

-junie

#patrick hocksetter #it2017 #bowers gang #pennywise #derry maine #losers club #belch huggins #henry bowers #victor criss #it 2019 #it #the losers club

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magmagicstyle · 5 months

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Eternal Hearts: Bound by Love

“Reject me,” Draco said while looking directly at the redhead in front of him.

“Wh...what?” Ron said, totally confused, the start of the fond feeling of knowing his mate and probably being able to talk to him to have an agreement soon disappearing from his mind.

“Reject me, Weasley” The blonde repeated while his face was void of expression, the cold wall that hid his feelings was as strong as ever.

In which Draco is an omega resigned to being alone forever, unable to find his soulmate since nobody would like to be with a former death eater and Ron is a short-tempered alpha that is willing to go against all odds to be with his soulmate. After all, he would love them no matter what, right?

It all started with a letter. A bloody letter that would change his whole life forever. Draco’s hands were shaking while he looked at the letter at the innocent age of eleven, he had just received his Hogwarts letter and now he was getting this letter which was the certainty that his future and his father’s dreams were ruined. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, maybe his father wouldn’t be so angry at him. After all, it wasn’t like he chose to be this thing, he was born this way and there was no way that he could change it. Even if he wanted to. His mother would be thrilled, that was quite obvious. It was almost as if she knew before everything about his designation. After all, she always called him sweet nicknames and tried to teach him to act more delicate and almost like an angel that was walking on the earth.

A few years ago he thought that it was dumb and that he wouldn’t need those kinds of lessons. Now, he was a bit grateful for it. To be honest, if Draco was going to be something, anything, he would be perfect. It wouldn’t matter if he was an alpha or omega, he was going to be perfect, ready to have a mate and satisfy them, in any form that was expected of him. That was something that he was always taught as a Malfoy. It doesn’t matter the thing you are, the career you chose, or the house you are into, what matters is that you make your best effort to be as perfect as possible. So, Draco was going to be perfect.

That had been just a few months ago. His father wasn’t so mad about him being an omega, but he was quite worried. That was because he knew that the people he surrounded himself with wouldn’t treat him kindly and it was possible that they would try to take advantage of him being an omega. Still, he wouldn’t dare to make Draco feel less for being an omega. After all, even if he seemed like a cold and bitter man while being outside, Lucius loved his son dearly and couldn’t bear the thought of him getting hurt. This meant that the head of the Malfoy Family had to make a change in his attitude and start dealing with other people. At end of the day, he wouldn’t dare to keep working or being with people that could present a danger to his son, or people that would treat him like he was less of a human because of his secondary gender classification. He still found certain families annoying. Like the Weasleys. But that wasn’t because of their love for muggles or anything like that. Not at all. His dislike came from the fact that even if Arthur Weasley had the chance of gaining more money and power with his knowledge about things that most wizards ignored, he didn’t use it. He shielded himself by calling his obsession a simple hobby and letting his family suffer in poverty. It didn’t matter that they acted like they didn’t care, he could see that their negligent actions were taking a toll on their children. The twins, for example, were incredibly smart (from what Draco had told him before) and they were hiding their talents because of the lack of money. One of their middle children -Percy?- was running to the arms of a stupid man hungry for power just because he felt like his family didn’t give him any way of growing… and the kid was totally right!

Well, going back to what was important. This revelation of his own son also meant a big change in the way Lucius acted with Draco. It wasn’t totally bad, but he started to be more coddling, doing his best to show his son that even if he was an omega, he wasn’t less loved or less respected than him, that was an alpha. The thing that was a little bit awkward was that Lucius also started to treat Draco like he was more delicate and tried to make him wear more light colours -Draco and his mother drew the line as soon as Lucius suggested that the boy wear skirts or more colours like purple or blue, not that there wasn’t anything bad with that, but he didn’t like those colours, being used to a more monochromatic and dark scheme. Luckily, Lucius understood and without a doubt, he started to bring more delicate and a bit feminine clothes but maintained the colours that his son loved so much. The skirts were a pending discussion.

Draco was just grateful that he would have another six years before getting the letter from his designated mate. After all, if his father was coddling now, he couldn’t imagine how he would act when Draco decided to fly away from the nest and live with his mate. Still, the blonde boy also hoped for the butterflies that would appear in his stomach as soon as he met his mate. It would be amazing, he would love every second of it.

#hp imagine #draco x ron #ron weasley #draco malfoy #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter #hermione granger #luna lovegood #omegaverse #harry potter angst #hurt/comfort

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ryelleart · 5 months

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I’ve been drawing for a long as I can remember

Some of my earliest memories of drawing were from when I was a young child, when I was trying to teach myself to draw love hearts by drawing a still life of my apple-shaped Polly Pocket play set, and doodling snowmen and flowers on my bedroom window with special window markers my mom got me

I never had any formal art education growing up, and the fact I became a decent artist even though I was self-taught became a point of pride for me

It wasn’t until I was in middle school that self doubt and insecurity started to imbed themselves into my mind and disperse that pride, bc that’s when I finally met other kids my age who were also artists like me

That didn’t really bother me at first, bc I was mostly just excited to meet other kids who liked drawing as much as I did, but then I began doing something that’s impacted my work and my self esteem for years to come

I compared my art to theirs

I looked at how much more technically proficient their art was in comparison to mine, how much more polished their drawings were in comparison to mine… how their art generally looked better than mine

That budding self consciousness didn’t stop me from drawing, I loved making art too much to let my newfound self doubt keep me from engaging with my favorite hobby, but it did shape how I’d see my own art from that point on

Fast forward to day two of my freshman year of art school, and my Drawing Foundations instructor had my class sit around the model stand in the center of the studio, where she had placed a bunch of random still life objects that she wanted us to draw (for clarification, she only wanted us to draw one object of our choosing, bc there were a lot of objects in front of us and we only had like 30 minutes to work)

As everyone else started to work, I took a moment to decide which object I’d choose to draw, which already put me on edge bc another insecurity I developed over the years was that I work slower than other artists, so the fact I didn’t start drawing immediately like everyone else didn’t make me feel very good

As such, my slow pacing was a big factor into deciding to draw the object that was directly in front of me: a small, plastic rocking horse for babies

When my instructor ended the exercise, she had us line up our drawings on the large window sill so we could all look at our collective work. I was a bit nervous bc I wasn’t fully satisfied with my rushed drawing, but I did what I was instructed to do

And when I took a step back to look at all the drawings side by side, I felt crushed

Bc while I was struggling to finish a drawing of a simple baby toy in time, everyone else made drawings of the various vases, flowers, fruits, and the lone longhorn skull that looked more complete (or “better”) than mine

Idk why my immediate next thought made such an impact on me, especially when it was never really something I worried about too much before that day, but after seeing all the drawings we made, I thought to myself, “my drawing is so juvenile compared to everyone else’s”

What exactly made it “juvenile”? Well, nowadays I couldn’t really tell you, but back then I would’ve said it was bc of 2 reasons:

My personal drawing style didn’t look as “mature” as everyone else’s (Idk what that means, but that’s how I felt at the time)

I was the only one in my whole class who chose to draw the rocking horse (the only object on the stand that had bright colors and was explicitly a toy for kids)

I spent the rest of the class feeling insecure about my childish rocking horse drawing, so much so that I almost had a breakdown some time afterwards (I’d go on to have at least two of those over the next four years, but for completely different reasons)

It was during that particular low moment, when I was on the brink of crying over something as insignificant as a dumb drawing of a toy, that I finally had enough. I realized that I wasn’t gonna survive art school if this was how I felt about every piece I made moving forward. And more importantly, I just didn’t want to keep feeling the way I did anymore; those were feelings I’ve had for 8 years at that point, and I was tired of feeling so bad about the art I made when I used to be so proud of it

So, at that moment, I made myself a promise: I was going to stop comparing my work to others

It wasn’t easy, especially early on, but I realized I needed to let go of my insecurities if I wanted to improve (in relation to both my art and my mental state), so… I tried

I tried to stop thinking about how I couldn’t execute a technique as well as someone else. I tried to remind myself that it’s ok that I couldn’t finish an in-class assignment while others could. I tried to explain to myself why it was okay if my art looked (or simply was) “juvenile”, especially if making the piece ultimately made me happy. I tried to think of all the things about my art that I did like, things that could only be found in my work and no one else’s

It took a while, but I’m proud to say that my efforts eventually paid off, and I was eventually able to stop comparing my art to other’s

And from then on, I felt so much better about the art I produced, whether it was for school or for myself

Being able to make art again without those insecurities weighing me down was incredible, and my newfound confidence kinda reflected in the quality of my work as well

The reason why I’m sharing all of this is bc I recently saw someone express very similar feelings of insecurity over their own art being “childish”, and I shared my own experiences and advice with them in hopes it’d help them feel better about their work. And after a bit, I realized that this person is most likely not they only one that’s currently dealing with these feelings of inadequacy. Maybe you, the artist who’s reading this right now, feel the same way about your own work. Or maybe you know an artist, either in person or online, who feels this way. Regardless, I figured that if I was able to help that one person I reached out to personally, then hopefully by publicly sharing my experience and the advice I gave to them, I can help someone else

Whether your work looks “worse” than that of other artists is inconsequential. Art isn’t a competition or a race, as no two artists will ever have the same experiences, pacing, preferences, or goals. There’s no need to compare yourself to anyone else bc no one else will ever make art the way you do, and that’s not a bad thing by any means

And most importantly, art is subjective. There’s no definitive scale for what’s “good” or “compelling” or even “childish”, there isn’t even a universal basis for what constitutes as “art” to begin with, so any judgements people make about art are entirely personal to the ones making said judgements

For example, my little cousin made a painting a few years ago, when she was still a child, and when I first saw it framed on their living room wall, I honestly thought it was an abstract piece by some professional artist. It wasn’t technically impressive in the sense that you couldn’t believe a child was skilled enough to make something like it, bc it was honestly just a bunch of scribbles and lines that you’ve probably seen in any other painting made by an inexperienced child. However, to me, the placement and weight of those scribbles and lines seemed so intentional, it gave me the impression it was a purposeful abstraction of a building made by an adult with artistic experience

Hell, in my third year of art school, I cited Leonid Afremov as one of the artists I admired/drew inspiration from during my final crit, and after I showed my professor one of Afremov’s paintings, he told me to my face that he thought I, an amateur artist, was a better painter than Afremov

In order for you to understand my disbelief and flattery at that statement, this is the painting I made that was being critiqued that day

And this is one of Afremov’s paintings that I showed my professor

Do I agree with my professor? Do I think I’m a better painter than Leonid Afremov?

No, absolutely not; do you see that painting??

But that’s kinda my point: I don’t think my work is anywhere near that of Afremov’s, but my professor saw something in my art, something “weird”, that he valued more than whatever he saw in Afremov’s work. Something not even I could see myself, even to this day

Simply put, while you might not think highly of your work, while you might believe it’s unimpressive or “childish” in comparison to the works of other/more experienced artists, other people won’t see your art the way you do. In fact, they might be impressed by it, and the idea that it’s “childish” might not even cross their minds. Or maybe it will, but it either won’t change how much they like it, or it’ll make them like it even more

If you feel as insecure about your art as I used to, I urge you to try. Any time you feel like your work isn’t as “mature”, polished, or impressive as another’s, try to remember that it’s ok if you can’t draw as well as more experienced artists, if you don’t understand color theory or lighting or perspective like they do, if you can’t emulate the same techniques they utilize in their work, or even if your work is “childish” in any way. Try to allow yourself to be proud of your art, regardless of what it is or how it looks, bc the fact you can even make art at all is an achievement that you should be proud of

So be proud of yourself

You deserve it

#long post #personal #advice #art advice #art #my art #painting #artists on tumblr #text post

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samijami · 3 months

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The funniest shit happened and it made me giddy with the attitude of 'wtf did you think this was going to accomplish, it's so fuckin funny'

So last period today I was doing some geometry assignment thingy and a girlie got up and knelt beside me and said 'Are you dating Blaze?' so i nodded and she said 'well KJ just saw him in the bathroom making out with another girl', and so i get confused. People around me, especially the cis boys, start saying 'Blaze is cheating!' and shit. I tell my friend who is sitting next to me and she calls KJ over, she still swears she saw it. She even said 'I swear on my disabled brother's heart'.

She said I can go to the bathroom and catch them since it was recent, so I humoured her and checked. I came back in the room, about fucking done with this shit that i wasn't even hiding the drama from the public cuz I was pissed. I come back in and while walking back, I look at her and say 'there ain't nobody in there, bullshit'

She said earlier that 'oh well that's why he ain't in the room' but the thing is, HE WAS IN THE IEP CLASSROOM LMFAO???

She said again, that she swears on her disabled brother's heart. I start to mock her saying that with a stupid voice when explaining the situation to my friend who was tryna make sense of it. KJ looks directly at me and says 'i swear! If I had my phone on me, I would've filmed it!'

The teacher asks what is going on, then if I was ok, I just say 'oh they're tryna tell me my boyfriend is cheating on me', and the teacher immediately says 'so people are trying to mess with Sami'-

And I was LAUGHING by the end of class. I had half a mind to cuss that bitch out.

My boyfriend can't even look at me in the face without blushing like a tomato, and nobody else is into him (sorry to say), and the only person he's into is me.

My friend even looked over and said 'He dated me at one point, briefly, and he still talks to me but I don't see him making any moves-'

And I was like 'yeah, I do not see that in a million years. He wouldn't ever make any moves on anybody else but me, he was even so reluctant to make a move on me to begin with- that boy is the most timid, and the most sweetest guy ever. I do not see him ever doing that, it's not in his personality whatsoever-'

I ended up just being firm and telling KJ, a little loudly cuz i wanted to yell, 'I. Do. Not. Believe. You.'

When I got out of class, Blaze walked from the IEP classroom to my locker to say bye to me like usual, and i immediately told him what happened in the middle of what was my 'laughter-attack' (at how fucking ridiculous this situation was and how dumb people had to be to think that would hold up for a split second), and he was flabbergasted. He laughed abit and said 'that's funny cuz I ain't even been in the restroom for these last 3 periods, and I don't like those nasty ass school bathrooms' (I also know he doesn't like them cuz he has to use the girl's).

Then he said 'if I was kissing anything, it would be my fucking arm' and he even made a little gesture like kissing his arm and it was fucking hilarious-

He kept talking until we got outside and stopped on the sidewalk for a second, eventually he said 'I'd better get going before I get pissed off and hit someone' and we said bye and left

So, today I'm no longer friends with KJ, and i'm never talking to her or acknowledging her. I will also be telling the principal of every class she's been skipping for the last week, and how she flipped him off through the band room door, and how she put pads and tampons on the top of the stall doors for them to fall on anybody who went into the stall! :3

I have nobody to talk to in guitar class anymore, but she only talked to me in that class for like two days, then did this shit. So I'm fine with that, I can play guitar alone like I have been all year. Also, I'd be fucking kidding myself I let her sit next to me again, nope!

Thing is, I also told Blaze that it was KJ who started it, and we all know how she acts (i just tolerate her cuz she has some anger issues and she's fun to talk to sometimes, ontop of that, she's friends with one of my other friends). And he immediately said 'of-fucking-course it was KJ!'

Fucking called for, knew this shit was gonna happen. People are fucking stupid ass motherfuckers. Never again. We've only dated SIX DAYS. Like WHAT THE FUCK.

But you know what, this just makes me happy. People CARE THAT MUCH about my dumbass self's relationship, that their sad little asses need to try and ruin it. That is so funny, that is so sad for them but funny for me.

Lonely novice assholes

#tw caps #tw rant #tw romance #tw cursing

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gryphonlover · 7 months

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Whumptober 2023 Day 6

Prompt: forced to watch

Victim: Twilight

Words: 524

Notes: Wind walks in his sleep.

Twilight was not having a good day. In fact, he hadn't had a good week. Well, month, really.

Things normally didn't bother him that much, but sometimes he just… it just hurt, okay? He knew that he was supposed to be the strong one, literally and figuratively, but he was secretly just as weak as a normal farmer. Because that what he really was. Just a dumb farm kid that didn't know any better.

So here he was, moping around at midnight and being a dumb farm kid again. He hadn't been fast enough, hadn't been strong enough, hadn't been good enough and now one of their one was tucked into blankets under a mess of bandages.

His stomach twisted. His one job was to protect people, and right now he couldn't even do that.

He stood up to walk around the perimeter and calm his nerves, and as he did so, Wind stirred in his bedroll.

Twilight froze as the kid sat up, instincts torn between asking what was wrong and ignoring the distressed look on his brother's face.

Luckily for him, he didn't even need to make a decision because Wind just stumbled over to where he was, the blanket around his shoulders slipping to show the pale white of gauze underneath.

When Wind plopped down next to him, Twilight held his breath, then slowly put his arm around the sleepy hero. There was a soft sigh and Wind leaned against him.

Okay, everything was fine. He was probably just walking in his sleep again.

They hadn't found out that Wind walked in his sleep until a month or so into their quest. They'd all noticed that he had a tendency to wake up in odd places, usually flopped directly on top of someone, sometimes on the opposite side of camp without a blanket. No one had bothered to question it until Legend had to go track him down in the middle of a watch.

Thankfully, he'd caught him before he'd walked too far off and gotten hurt, and that was that. Watch now had double duty, first to make sure any monsters or wild animals were driven off, second to make sure that Wind didn't go get lost in his sleep.

Something in Twilight settled with the reassurance that Wind was safe again by his side. Yeah, he hadn't done a very good job at keeping the kid safe before, but now he was comfortably tucked against his side with a strong arm. There wasn't anything keeping them from each other.

As the night wore on, Twilight slowly relaxed, his worries gradually melting away as he caressed the fluffy mop of hair resting against his chest.

The soft sounds of morning began to rise through the air, a small breeze filtering through the leaves and gracing the camp, bringing the scents of moist earth and blooming flowers with it. And he realized that even though he'd failed yesterday, and people had gotten hurt because of it, he had a chance to try again. And if Hylia stopped giving him more chances? Well then he'd just have to take one from her.

#whumptober #whumptober 2023 #linked universe #legend of zelda #lu twilight #lu wind #fanfiction #gryphon writes

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itsahotminuteinbetween · 7 months

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okie chokie, let’s go

uhhh

just gonna paste this directly from my notes cuz I suck at summarizing…

Witch au:

Okay, so this entire thing essentially revolves around lunar because um reasons that I don’t feel like disclosing (I have none). Okay. So. There’s this funky lil pendant that pretty much everyone sees as a priceless artifact. There’s legends surrounding at, whispers of untold power beyond time and space, secrets that bend reality to your every whim. (Fun fact that definitely isn’t important at all: KC helped design it!) So of course, a certain orange dorito man goes looking after it. He’s dedicated pretty much his entire life to researching its abilities and whereabouts, and finally, after countless years of searching, it’s in the palm of his hand. Exceeeept…whoops! He doesn’t know how to use it. And he tries everything: he flips through all his texts, all the notes left behind, but there’s nothing said about activating it. He tries knocking, incantations, different acids and solvents (fun fact: he was an alchemist’s apprentice for a lil while in his youth!) to no avail. Finally, he rubs the dumb thing like Alladin’s lamp, grasping for straws before giving up and tossingn the damn thing across the room. And who should come out but a little ghost, curious to see who disrupted its vessel.

Lunar is essentially like Casper. Very sweet and friendly, but a little oblivious of boundaries. Besides, he hasn’t been outside in a loooong time; he’s eager to explore and check out what’s changed, much to Eclipse’s chagrin. He doesn’t exactly like the new spirit, but it’s the only lead he has in unlocking the pendant’s power. So, he puts up with him, albeit not with the…best treatment. Eclipse isn’t exactly well-versed with kids; he hardly got to be one for very long. That, and his main priority is the pendant; Lunar’s a liability. He conducts a good deal of experiments, trying to set Lunar free from the object, but that is seemingly impossible. As Eclipse’s experiments continue to fail, his temper grows shorter, and Lunar suffers all the worse for it. Eventually, Eclipse gives up altogether and scraps the project regarding Lunar’s involvement, and seeks out someone to just break the pendant in hopes that that’ll work (his time working on it have made him…less than mentally stable). So, poor Lunar finds out and is cast to the wayside, seemingly forgotten. He resolves to run away and escape Eclipse’s place (since he has no real ties there besides the emotional abuse and manipulation on Eclipse’s part) with the pendant tied around his neck.

He wanders around for a lil while, and what should he happen upon but a nice little cabin in the middle of the woods. It’s a lot cozier than Eclipse’s, and he wanders inside in hopes of somehow figuring out how to solve this little amulet issue since it’s…kinda not great for him either. So he explores the little house, only to be caught red handed by our good friend the witch.

Moon is the witch in this au. He, like Eclipse, was also an alchemist under KC, but he actually completed his training and went on to study on his own, becoming fairly well-versed in magic and the dark arts. Anywho, he walks into his cabin and meets this little ghost who looks absolutely terrified at his presence. Moon assures him that he’s not here to cause any trouble, and the ghoul seems to relax, if only slightly. Moon essentially decides to just let him stay for as long as he wants to, only saying that he might have a bit of an issue with his brother…

Sun isn’t a witch like Moon, He dabbled a little bit in alchemy, but he only knows the basics of that and most magic. His knowledge gravitates more towards creatures of myth and legend. He’s a demon hunter of sorts (he runs into a particular demon at some point…), collecting the necessary ingredients for Moon’s experiments, as well as a few of his own. He comes home a week or two after Lunar, and, considering his line of work, may have…overreacted a little. Moon stops him and explains the situation, after which Sun profusely apologizes to a wary and somewhat fearful Lunar.

I’m gonna just cut myself off here cuz I ran out of steam for the day.

(uhh @sunnyinajar mmmgonna tag you cuz uh you seemed uh somewhat hyped about this jumble of ideas earlier but uh I dunno yea here’s this um yes right sorry for tagging you if you already saw it or didn’t uh wanna see it and uh yeah I’m gonna stop talking before I delete this entire thing and shove it down a garbage shoot-)

#personal #au idea #witch au #kinda?#not really?#it’s #it’s an idea that I could act on but prob wont cuz I’m lazy #Also yes BM is a thing here #I can’t draw them which is why he’s hardly mentioned at all #(Trust me if i could draw them none of you would be safe)#Also I will explain earth’s role at some later point #I gotta figure out how to explain how she’s tied in #In a way that actually #Makes sense?#Anyways yeah here’s this #I’m pretty much done for the day #feel free to ask questions btw #cuz that’s the only way i can come up with more ideas #rambles

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sairee · 7 months

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Obvious (Ghost x Soap)

Ghost and Soap's... activities... are on full display. Soap gets called out.

Chapter 32 excerpt from Don't Let Me Go.

As expected, Soap and Ghost weren’t able to stay in bed intertwined in each other’s arms for very long. They had been in the middle of chatting about nothing in particular when they got the call to meet with the rest of the team. Apparently Zoya had remembered something that could help them with their next steps.

They reluctantly got dressed while occasionally catching each other’s eye. Every time it happened, Soap felt a dumb smile start to creep up on his face and he’d look away, trying to suppress it.

In some ways, Soap couldn’t believe what had just happened. He still felt a bit scatterbrained as his mind replayed the feeling of Ghost inside him over and over again. His heart was bubbling with giddiness that he could hardly contain.

Soap, having finished putting on his clothes first, swiped Ghost’s mask off the bed and walked over to stand in front of him. Ghost zipped up his sweater and lowered his head a bit so Soap could reach up more easily. Soap adjusted the mask in his hand, the sound of the soft fabric quietly rubbing against his fingers giving him a deeply calm sensation.

He brought the mask up to the top of Ghost’s head and slowly pulled it down, silently mourning the loss of his curly, blonde hair once again. He watched the fabric distort and conform as it shimmied in place. Soap shifted the mask until he could finally see Ghost’s eyes again. They looked at him so deeply and tenderly, Soap wanted to rip the mask off again and kiss the man breathless.

Unfortunately, the two of them proceeded to their meeting room instead.

While walking side by side down the hallway, Ghost kept bumping his shoulder into Soap playfully. There was an affectionate glint to his eyes as they crinkled in adoration. Ghost kept looking down at Soap’s lips hungrily in a way that made Soap feel overwhelmed with emotion.

The flirtatious demeanor between the two of them made Soap feel like a kid again with his first crush. He wanted nothing more than to be alone with Ghost again. Be held in his arms.

They soon came upon their room and entered it.

It looked as though they were one of the firsts to arrive with only Price and Zoya already inside. Deep in thought, Price was squinting at a large map spread out on the table and didn’t pay them any attention as they walked in. Zoya was standing in front of the table and briefly turned her head to acknowledge them with a nod before looking back at Price.

Soap walked up to stand next to Zoya with Ghost on his other side as they continued to wait on Gaz, Alejandro, Rudy, and Nik to arrive.

Soap couldn’t help but notice the way that Zoya was side-eyeing the two of them with curious scrutiny. She looked him up and down as if trying to figure out an unspoken puzzle.

On Soap’s other side, Ghost stuck one of his hands in his pocket and pulled out what looked like a balled up napkin. Looking around the room, Ghost’s eyes settled on the opposite corner where a black trash can stood and, without saying anything, he started walking over to it.

Taking advantage of this brief moment alone, Zoya took a small sidestep closer to Soap and leaned in to speak privately to him.

“Had a good time?” Zoya asked suggestively, her words laden with heavy implications.

Soap turned his head to look at her with a slight furrow to his brow, confused by her question.

“What do you mean?” he asked.

Zoya shrugged nonchalantly. “You know – in my profession – I’m experienced in a lot of things,” she said innocently while still focusing her attention around the room. After a second of letting the words hang in the air, she turned to look directly at Soap. “And I know what a fucked man looks like.”

Her words seemed to cut straight through Soap and he could feel a slight blush start to spread on his cheeks. Unable to meet her eye, he pretended to be interested in wiping away some invisible dirt on his pants. He didn’t know what to say, the words forming a knot in his throat.

“I don’t mean to pry,” Zoya continued with fake innocence. “It’s simply an observation… but…” Zoya flicked her eyes across the room to where Ghost was walking back to them. “You’re not the only one.”

Soap curled his lips inward in awkward embarrassment. Thankfully, Ghost reached Soap’s side again, effectively ending the conversation. Zoya leaned out again with faint smugness plastered on her face.

Full chapter ao3.

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Winning the Attention (and him) pt.1

Damian Wayne x Cobblepot!Reader

Summary: Kids of villains and a massive party at Wayne manor. What could go wrong?

A/n: I’m using some portrayals of characters from the ‘Gotham’ tv series such as the Penguin, the Riddler and Victor Zsasz.

I sat there staring into his eyes, lost in a jungle of different shades of green. They weren’t as pretty across the classroom as they were up close, but he’s still making me fall more head over heels, than I already was.

Sure Damian and I are on talking terms, but we’re not friends, he just can’t seem to let go of that tough exterior and the ‘i don’t need friends, they disappoint me’ mindset. Or maybe I’m just telling myself that it’s his exterior and mindset, because in reality he’d never want to associate himself with a villain’s child. Nobody does.

“Y/n Cobblepot! Would you like to stop drooling back there and actually answer a question or better yet, actually learn something, for once?” Instead of the rest of the class snickering or laughing at the teacher’s pathetic attempt to embarrass me, they were all shocked and concerned. The last teacher who tried to put me down, ended up found in a ditch on the news.

“Well Miss, considering you said my last name I’m guessing you’re aware of who my father is, yes? And I also assume you know what happened to last math teacher, right?” She didn’t falter, surprisingly, that’s what it took for most other teachers to back down but this one’s dumb enough to hold her ground.

“Did you just threaten me?” She tried to sound strong and menacing, but I just kept prolonged eye contact to make her uncomfortable. “Well, that’s not going to work on me, little missy, we’re not all chess pieces on a board for you to play with. And you don’t scare me, either.”

I only continued to stare into her eyes, she was started to get uncomfortable and shifting a bit. I cocked an eyebrow and the bell rung to signal the end of the school day. Whilst it was ringing I pointed to my forehead.

There was a red dot from a sniper directly in the middle of her forehead.

“Do I still not scare you Miss? All I have to do is give him the hand signal and he’ll blow your fucking brains all over the chalkboard, while us students watch.”

“Look, I’m sorry just, call him off.”

“You didn’t ask nicely.”

“I’m not gonna ask nicely to a stuck up brat.”

“Really? Not even when the stuck up brat has your life in her hands? You really are as dumb as the last one.” I signalled for him to shoot.

At least I keep my promises, her brains did end up on the chalkboard. Only two people in the class jumped, they were the two girls that had only just moved up classes. The rest of us are all children of villains and have gotten used to all the gore. Damian, obviously wasn’t a child of a villain, but most villains and their kids know that the Wayne’s are actually the bat-family.

“Well, I guess class is dismissed then.” Joker Jr practically jumped out of his seat next to Damian and ran out of class. The two shaky girls were second to leave, just wanting to get out of there already.

I quickly left after everyone else so I could the keys to the faculty lounge off her dead body. I skipped out of the classroom and went to find Poison Ivy’s daughter, Flora.

She just so conveniently happened to be at her locker which is right next to Damian’s, come on, would you have combusted into flames if you waited for me anywhere else? Oh well I sucked it up and walked over.

“Here you go ma’am.” I dangled the keys next to her and she grabbed them.

“Thank you!” She hugged me tight. “Now I can get those Venus flytraps outa there, the teachers always close the windows so no fly get in for them to eat. Not that they’d even eat bugs on they own because they were grown indoors and actually have to be fed.”

“So, let me get this straight, you can’t even look after yourself, but your gonna care for 4 Venus flytraps?”

She nodded then skipped down the hall. I chuckled and quickly ran to my locker. The whole time I was over there I could feel his eyes on me, I didn’t know if it was a good or bad thing, but my worries and doubts got the best of me. They made me feel as though he was judging me the whole time.

Hell, he most likely was. I mean, come on! Why would the son of Batman like a villain’s daughter? Especially me. Even with the slightest ever chance of him liking me, it’s destined to go down in flames.

“Boo!” Jack grabbed onto my shoulders and shook them lightly. “Why weren’t you boarding this week, your dads just keeping you locked away at home?”

“Nah, they weren’t gonna pay an extra $10,000 just for me to sleep in the shitty dorms with an even shittier curfew.” He nodded but still looked a little confused. “What?”

“Nothing, just wondering why they’re not jumping at an opportunity to get rid of you for a week…” I laughed and shook my head.

“I’m barely at home anyways.” Which was half true, I wasn’t home a lot this is just due to me wondering around the city, somehow finding something new and exciting each day. Finding something exciting in Gotham which doesn’t lead to instant death is rare and I somehow manage to do it at least 3-4 times a week.

“Yeah but, I thought they wanted you to start having rules and discipline, including a curfew.” He always thought it was weird that 2 villains would want their kid to have discipline.

“Yeah, but that’s nothing, the curfew is at 11:30 because they still want me to have a little freedom and fun. The rules are only a few and more about my safety and if I get caught by the police or something. Then with the discipline they only want me to have self-discipline to get homework and assignments done.”

“Imagine your parents wanting what’s best for you, therefore implying that they care for you.” He scoffed and straightened his blazer of his uniform. “Sometimes my dad just doses me with a bit of his fear toxin when he doesn’t want to deal with me.”

“Damn sucks for you Crane! But I need to steal her away for a sec.” I looked at Jack with a sorry look as one of the shitty student council members dragged me down the hall. Jack nodded at me and started walking towards the dorms.

“What do you want?” I looked at her while she looked me up and down, I knew she was judging me but I need an excuse to make her pissed. “You know you didn’t have to pull me aside to check me out, I kinda like people admiring me from afar.”

“Shut up! I just need you to stay away from Damian.” I looked at her with my eyebrow raised, as if asking her to continue. “He doesn’t need somebody like you dragging down his reputation, or grades.”

“Somebody like me? What do you mean by that Jessica? Because last time I checked, I actually earn my good grades, you just think with your tits and let your parents bribe the school to get your grades and even let you attend, let alone be apart of the student council.”

“Um, excuse me!?” She scoffed, I started to walk away but she gripped my arm and dug her nails into my skin causing it to bleed. “You don’t get to lie like that and expect to walk away from me without a beating.”

“A beating!? Ha! You literally can’t even hurt a fly.” She tried to slap me but I manoeuvred my head out of the way and swung a punch to hit her nose, clouding her vision for awhile. While she couldn’t see properly I punched her again on the eye and tripped her over.

When she fell her head slammed into the ground and a teacher made her way through the crowd that had formed around us. Just as she got through the crowd I made a break for it. Since it was the end of the school day they weren’t too bothered about chasing after me, but checking up on Jessica to make sure she was okay.

I put on my blazer so parents outside wouldn’t see then complain to the school about health and safety, and ran out the building and around the corner to where the richer kids would get picked up in their fancy cars, by their butlers/parent’s personal staff because they were stuck in ‘very important meetings’. All the other kids were picked up, besides Damian who usually got picked up at the same time as me.

It’s usually 3:40 when we get picked up, that’s a 40 minute wait from when school finishes. Neither of us minded the late pick-ups, it gave us more time to do homework, or sometimes we would actually talk to each other instead of sitting in silence.

“Only 5 minutes today? I thought you were talking to Jack, you two talk for much longer than that.” I rolled up my blazer sleeve to show the bleeding nail marks. “That looks bad, come here.”

He pat the space next to him on the bench signalling for me to sit down. I put my bag down in front of the bench and sat down next to him while he rummaged through his bag for a small bandage. He held out his hand for me to give him my arm. I hesitantly laid my wrist in his hand.

“Jeez, who even did this? And how on earth did they manage to do this much damage?”

“It was Jessica, she still had her stiletto acrylic nails on, she dug em into my arm.” He hiss at thought. “Worst part was while her nails were still in my arm, she scratched them around and shit. Then when she pulled her hand back after I punched her the nails got ripped out of my skin. Stung like a bitch.”

“I could imagine.” He chuckled at my last comment and wiped off the blood around the deep cuts in my arm. “How did she even lay a hand on you though, your guard’s constantly up, even around people you trust.”

“I actually don’t know to be honest, I guess I just got distracted when I was talking shit about her.” He took a short pause of wrapping the bandage around my forearm to look at me as if asking what I said he looked back down when I told him. “I said she only thinks with her tits and her parents have to bribe the school for her grades and all that.”

“I mean… You’re not wrong.” He shook his head and chuckled at me, I blushed only just now noticing how close we were. “Awe, are you all flustered for me?”

“What? No. It’s just really hot out here.” I started to fan my face but he just laughed. Fuck!

“There you go.” He smiled at me and I retracted my arm. It was rare to get a smile for him, it made me blush even more. He must’ve noticed my blush get darker because he chuckled and teased me more. “Y’know if you’re that infatuated with me you could’ve said something.”

“Pff- Infatuated with you? No. Absolutely head over heels for your mom? Fuck yeah!” I giggled a bit and Damian only shook his head, almost disappointed in me.

“You’re ridiculous.” I laughed a little more. He looked at me again causing me to stop laughing, thinking he found it annoying. “You’re laugh is pretty, why’d you stop?”

“Sorry, I just thought you found it annoying.” I looked down at my fidgeting hands. He grabbed one of my hands and squeezed it reassuringly.

“I don’t think it’s annoy-” He got cut off by Zsasz calling out.

“Y/n! You dads want you back early, we gotta go.” I sighed and he let go of my hand as I picked up my bag with the other.

“Bye Damian.”

“Bye Y/n.”

We were half the drive home when Victor starts teasing me about Damian.

“Oooh la laa. Who was that back there, huh? Your little boyyfriendd?” I blushed and looked out the window.

“Heh, I wish.” He just let out an over-exaggerated gasp and chuckled and decided not to press too much more knowing I was embarrassed. “Do you know why my dads wanted me home early?”

“They didn’t say.”

When we arrived I opened the door and both my dads were already standing there waiting for me.

“Y/n, your father and I have decided to go on a little cruise for 2 months.”

“Do cruises even last that long?” I said in a bored and tired tone.

“Yes, in fact there is actually a cruise that lasts 9 months. Now you’re lucky we didn’t go on that one.”

“Yeah, lucky, because you would’ve ended up dragging me along on it.” They nodded in agreement and chuckled. “When are youse leaving anyways?”

“Tonight.” And that’s why they wanted me home early, to tell me that they were leaving for two months, tonight.

“Why tonight? Couldn’t you have chosen a cruise that’s longer away?” I asked with a sad face causing them to hug me.

“Awe, sorry. We were planning this for awhile and they’re non-refundable tickets.”

“ ‘S okay.”

The first morning with them was boring, every Saturday morning we would clean the house then go do something as a family. But my mood completely changed when Damian sent a message to the group chat with all of our friends.

DW=Damian FI=Flora JJ= Joker Jr JC=Jack

DW: Party at my house

JJ: Bro, what about ur fam?

Dw: They out for 2 months, left last night

Y/n: Cruise?

FI: Geez calm down stalker

DW: How’d you know? lol

Y/n: My dads went on the same one

JC: Still don’t explain…

Y/n: Wdym, i just connected the dots, they all left for 2 months on the same night not much of a coincidence

JJ: Bro, what speed does your brain work at

FI: *photo of flash*

DW: So youse coming or not?

JJ: I’m down how many other people did you invite

FI: Knowing Dames it’ll either be A: only us or B: Nearly the whole fucking school, I’m down for either

DW: The latter

Y/n: As long as Jessica’s not there I’ll go

JC: I’ll go, need to get away from my dad anyways

DW: Welcome to the shit parent club

JJ: Bro, wdym your dads Bruce Wayne/Batman

FI: A: you literally cosplay (on a daily basis) the dude that despises his dad B: he said parent not dad so he could’ve meant his mother

Y/n: Even tho he meant his mother, tell me that you won’t get atleast some trauma when your dads a 50/50 billionaire playboy/emo dude who dresses in all black who’s a bat furry

DW: Wtf

FI: bahaha

JJ: 💀

Y/n: Tell me I’m wrong

When I got there, some people from school were already there. I made my way through the crowd to get to my friends. When I saw them Damian and JJ had worried looks on their faces.

“What’s wrong?”

“Don’t freak out, Jessica’s here.” I rolled my eyes they’re getting worked up over nothing.

“I thought her nose was broken though, and she’s not good at hiding bruises, how is she going to go hide that black eye?” They all looked at me after I said this.

“That’s the thing, she’s flaunting it and telling everyone that you attacked her, unprovoked.”

“Of course this bitch would, she’s an attention seeker.” I scoffed and took off my jacket so I could take off the bandages. “But! Two can play at that game.”

“Holy shit! There’s no way she did that!” JJ called out when I unwrapped the bandage and took off the gauze.

“I know I was surprised too.” Damian spoke up.

“Well you don’t sound surprised Wayne.” I shot him a wink and walked off into the crowd. Completely ready for the shit I’m about to start.

#damian wayne #dc #dc comics #damian wayne x y/n #damian wayne x you #damian wayne x reader #damian wayne x villain!reader #damian wayne x female reader #damian al ghul #damian al ghul x reader

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controlaltdelete-my-existence · 2 years

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Gon, Shounen, and The Importance of Setting

Since I’m rewatching hxh 1999, I’ve made a ‘couple’ notes on the many things I noticed. Somehow, during Zevil Island, this essay was born. Please don’t question it. The comprehensive commentary on the HxH 1999 Hunter Exam Arc will be out soon.

At this moment in the show, Gon is tailing Hisoka on Zevil Island, who is looking for his next victim. The moment Hisoka strikes, Gon will take the badge. Of course, this means forfeiting the life of the victim. I’ve written briefly about this before, but characters like Hisoka and challenges like Zevil Island differentiate hxh from other shounen. You need to be ruthless and practical in order to even have a shot at becoming a Hunter. You need to be ruthless and practical to take someone’s badge. Characters like Killua fall into both, Hisoka the former, and Leorio and Kurapika the latter.

Gon, at the beginning of hxh, falls into neither. He’s kind, naive, helpful and determined. He believes strongly in his own judgement and almost never allows others to deter him once he’s made up his mind (notable that trait is often commented upon to be rather negative, while in a series like Naruto he would have received admiration and praise for it). Togashi… messes with that perception a little. Gon is a kid, and as the series progresses more and more defined by his setting. Most other shounen series don’t literally necessitate their protagonist sacrificing other people in order to get what they want. In fact, that kind of cost is typically deemed unacceptable. But in the world of hxh, sacrifice of others is acceptable and even encouraged.

When Pokkle, a Hunter exam applicant, shoots (intending to kill) his target, who survives but is temporarily paralyzed by poison, it is viewed by the audience as ‘okay’, because that’s just what Phase 4 of the Hunter Exam expects. But when Gon follows his example and waits for Hisoka to strike, thereby forfeiting the life of his victim, suddenly it’s a problem. Even worse: a morality dissonance bred by audience expectations. A bit of flavor, in my shounen protagonist? It’s more likely than you think.

Audiences who look back after CAA and who may have watched a certain… misleading YouTube video, will start to point fingers and call names. Isn’t it awful, that Gon considers jumping in only when Leorio and Kurapika are in danger? Why shouldn’t he put his life on the line for a stranger, like Naruto or Goku or Izuku? Much less someone who’s going to give him the opportunity to take Hisoka’s badge, which is something he needs in order to reach his goal? The answer is simple, and acts as a point of reference for Gon whenever situations start to get a little murky. His actions are guided by a childish if understandable moral compass: “I like this person / this person helped me = they must be a good person! I’ll be nice to them and help them in return.” Contrasted by, “This person hurt one of my friends / is directly preventing me from reaching my goal = they must be a bad person! I’ll do what I can to stop them, no matter the cost.” Accompanied by, “Strangers? Well, as long as it doesn’t affect me, I don’t care.” Those are not the morals of a psychopath, sociopath, or monster. It’s the morality of a relatively sheltered child. He doesn’t have much worldly experience, and is as shaped by the world of hxh as middle schoolers are by their favorite streamers- for better or for worse.

Back to Zevil Island. His use of another’s death to take Hisoka’s badge is perhaps the first instance of him prioritizing practicality - something valued and encouraged by everyone around him - over his nature. His nature, too - that in and of itself is seen as strange and out-of-place, rather than something Hunters should aspire to be. In fact, during the Hunter Exam, characters continually remark how odd it is that Gon wants to help people and be nice. He’s told to shut up with the “let’s do it together!” speeches and that he’s a dumb kid who doesn’t know any better. His personality stands in stark contrast to the cynical Hunter applicants; Leorio, Kurapika, and Killua included. Even so, it’s something that brings them together.

My point is that Gon is, naturally, a shounen protagonist, and as the audience we know exactly what to expect from him. Except, well… it’s Togashi. We don’t.

Because up until this point, he hasn’t strayed much from the typical ‘good boy shounen protagonist’ - popularized by Dragon Ball and Naruto, and more recently, BNHA - he’s been determined and kind and childish, just like them. All along, though, due to the setting and characters he’s met, he’s been learning something quite the opposite: that apathy and a certain degree of callousness are acceptable, and even necessary to achieve your goal, whatever it may be. It’s a subversion of expectations. Not ‘The Last Jedi’ kind of subversion; the kind that just feels wrong, because as the audience you know how this is supposed to play out, and this ain’t it chief.

On Zevil Island, stealing Hisoka’s badge by sacrificing another (who would not have survived even if he had interfered) is one of the first instances of Gon putting what is ‘necessary’ in front of who he naturally is. It’s being practical. If Kurapika or Killua had done the same, I believe there would be nowhere near the same degree of bitching. Within the narrative he is both rewarded and punished for this act - look at that, consequences. Just as Gon had sacrificed another, so too was he sacrificed. He got Hisoka’s badge, at the cost of total humiliation. He did as he had been taught, compromised on total moral righteousness (in the eyes of the audience, at least. His own compass would not have qualified such a sacrifice as ‘wrong’) and received a reward (Hisoka’s badge). Positive reinforcement, obviously, reinforces behavior. So the fact that some people have the truly believe Gon to be a psychopath, sociopath, or ‘monster’ and use his behavior during the Hunter exam as ‘early proof’ is ridiculous to me. It’s just a subversion of our expectations of the ‘good boy protagonist’ by placing them in a setting with uncomfortable characters and situations which force apathy while prioritizing decision-making over heart.

During the Hunter Exam, Gon is rewarded by the narrative for his natural kindness with his friends’ survival and his insistence on making lasting connections leaves an impression upon everyone who interacts with him. By Chimera Ant, he’s being punished for his childish nature, the narrative shining light on the danger of his selfish and single-minded determination to the point of self-destruction. The usual ‘shonen protagonist emotional outburst leading to triumph’ are shown as fits of rage stemming from lack of understanding of complex moral situations. Bargaining with Pitou for Komugi’s life fully displays his apathy for strangers combined with utter moral condemnation of Pitou. As with the Hunter Exam, this ‘practical’ way of thinking was similarly encouraged by the people around him before the mission began. “Thinking of the Ants as people lead to weakness”. And what would happen to Gon, then, if his anger faded? Could he still save Kite? Stand up to Pitou even while knowing he’s on a suicide mission? After it started, it was already too late. Finding Pitou, utterly helpless while saving someone else after she had murdered someone close to Gon in cold blood, was too much for him. His morals and preconceived notions had never been challenged to such a degree, which on top of the emotional duress and unprocessed grief caused him to act out (as like, a normal 12 y/o would). Since he had already decided to go down in flames, he pushed Killua away. Ironically, his bond with Killua, formed during a time before self-destruction and disregard for others had been reinforced time and time again, is what saved him in the end.

Being cynical and angry and apathetic, as the world eventually led Gon to become during his downward spiral in CAA, would not have saved Killua. Gon’s earnestness and unending kindness is what taught Killua to stand up for himself and be a kid again. The world of hxh is cruel, merciless, and full of people who think they know better than anyone else. By forcing Gon to change and lose most of his core character traits, we realize how important a person like him is to the rest of the cast, who had so few genuinely good and kind things around them. Gon’s loss of innocence is both terrifying and heartbreaking. He, quite literally, forces himself to ‘grow up’. But, as shown in the election arc, that is not who Gon is. He’s just a nice kid who wanted to see his dad, someone who learned and was taught some truly bad behaviors along the way but now seeks reflection and growth. The CAA also demonstrates to the audience his true importance to the story: the bonds he forms, by being himself, by being kind in a place that has to spawn satan to change him, he saves others and himself. Without Gon, Killua would have continued suffering at the hands of his family until he took over a position he didn’t want. Alluka would have remained trapped in the basement. Kurapika would have died fighting the Spiders. Leorio never would have passed the Hunter Exam. Whether you like him or not, you cannot have Hunter x Hunter without Gon.

Togashi would continue breaking down the shounen protagonist archetype until the conclusion of CAA, but Zevil Island, I think, is our first real glimpse that Gon is not quite typical. I look forward to seeing what direction Togashi takes him after he reflects on Whale Island for awhile (awaiting the Gyro confrontation in 2090), as well as how he’ll similarly break down Kurapika in the current arc. If you got this far, thank you for reading.

* To clarify: I am not saying Gon became selfish due to the setting of hxh. That potential was always there. However, the setting and characters therein, as well as Gon’s own self-destructive behavior as a result of his extremely low self-worth, allow this selfishness to manifest in very obvious and dangerous ways (i.e. He forced Genthru to acknowledge him by allowing himself to be blown up after he was called weak, his solo crusade against Pitou as a form of needless repentance while pushing away Killua, etc.). One of the first appearances of this slight change in attitude is Zevil Island, where that line of thinking is encouraged and necessary by the exam itself and the people around him. Those obvious manifestations of selfishness or other, more overlooked negative qualities, and how the narrative puts it on blast, differentiates him from his similar shounen peers. Now that he has time to reflect on Whale Island after reaching his goal, Togashi will hopefully continue to develop him in a new and interesting direction.

#wrote this at 1am ahhh #Hunter x Hunter #hxh #Gon freecs #Hunter Exam Arc #Chimera Ant Arc #Gon Freecss #Gon character analysis #idk what this even is #uhh stay tuned for the commentary if you want it probably won’t be that funny but it’s mostly just. observations #long post #hxh 1999

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hmm. if none of the supernatural shit happened and el and mike were just two kids in middle school, they would have been the most boring couple that literally everyone knew was going to break-up within the next year or so, because they had no interests in common whatsoever.

that's giving them the benefit of the doubt, actually. i seriously don't think that they would have even met, or talked for longer than 5 minutes. because, i cannot stress this enough, they have no interests in common.

it is insane to me how mike explicitly stated why their relationship was doomed from the beginning. because it was dumb luck that she met him. under no other circumstances would they have even considered getting into a romantic relationship.

now, this is just my view on things, but i feel like a relationship should not be held together solely by the circumstance they met in and convenience, which is precisely what milkvan has bonded over. it's something that you can't argue with me about, because it's canon. el doesn't enjoy d&d (because if she did, they would be playing d&d all the time, and i am 70% sure that she said something like that in the comics), mike doesn't even know what el enjoys, and all they do is fake their relationship in order to be "boyfriend and girlfriend" on the surface, to other people and, most importantly, to themselves. it's convenient because mike is a boy and el is a girl, and they live in a world where homosexuality is looked down upon, thus meaning that by getting into a relationship, they are adhering to heteronormativity and eliminating possibilities for homosexuality (though, that didn't exactly work out). the circumstance is, like mike said, dumb luck. a boy finds the first girl that "isn't grossed out by [him]" (directly quoting lucas from season 1 here), and it's the perfect opportunity for them to become the couple that his peers are pressuring them to become.

as for el, she knew quite literally nothing about romance (or even friendship) in season 1, so she had no choice but to go with the flow (the flow being comphet and heteronormativity) and to trust mike with their relationship. in season 2, she watched romantic movies and whatnot, but still didn't know anything about romance in the real world. but that brings us to the snowball, and their relationship in season 3. it was convenient for el because after the snowball, she thought that mike and her would be one of those perfect couples she saw on TV. during season 3, it was convenient because she was still following what she saw on TV (which was basically just kissing). again, there was no circumstance in season 1, because she wasn't interested in the relationship. during the snowball, her circumstance was that she was slow-dancing with a boy, just like on TV.

#i might make a longer post about convenience and circumstance in the near future #byler #byler proof #byler evidence #byler endgame #anti m*leven #anti milkvan #sorry if this was a bit rambly #it's 1am as of writing this and i wanted to get my thoughts written (typed?) down

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