#little teenage me was absolutely destroyed after that ending

[purplepenguintime]

Thank you for finally giving them a happy ending 

#little teenage me was absolutely destroyed after that ending #I don’t think I could live through it again in animated form #nimona #nimona movie #graphic novel #comics #comic #my art stuff #animated movies #animation #nd stevenson #Ramblings #blue sky

[star-sim]

boy's night ☆ riki nishimura

☆ summary: riki had no game, no rizz, which was why he employed the help of his six friends to text you. warning: having seven boys on the phone trying to text a girl does not give good results! ☆ genre: fluff, all enhypen members make an appearance, boys being boys, very stupid, it's getting rizzy in here but clearly i have negative game ☆ warning(s)? no just silliness :3 ☆ word count: 1.7k words

"Oh my god, she texted me!" was the sentence that completely destroyed Jake Sim's house.

Tonight, Riki was having a sleepover at Jake's house. It was supposed to be a chill night, a night in which Riki could bask in his friends' presence before they went off to college again.

There were many perks to being the youngest in his friend group. It seemed like Heeseung, Jay, and Jake forever saw him as their baby, after all, when they all met as children, Riki was a snotty little four year-old, constantly tattling on the older boys. Regardless, it was nearly impossible for them to not fuss over him, constantly asking if he ate yet or if he needed help. Sunghoon teased the ever-living shit out of Riki, sure, but the older boy never hesitated to take Riki's side whenever there was an argument. Sunoo and Jungwon were closest to Riki in age, but that didn't stop them from watching over him closely, like mother cats stalking their cubs.

Though, there was one thing that Riki had to admit that he hated about being the youngest: he was the most inexperienced.

Whenever his friends got their 'firsts,' he was always too young to care. It seemed like all his friends got to experience their first crushes and heartbreaks almost simultaneously, only for them to not be there when Riki had his.

Even when he was now a senior in high school, he had absolutely no idea how to talk to girls.

He'd heard all the stories about Heeseung and his antics at college, all the flirting tips that Jake liked to give out to Sunghoon and Jay, and all the crazed texts that Sunoo and Jungwon sent as they went through relationships.

Even so, Riki had never experienced teenage love for himself.

Enter: You.

You were the cute girl that sat in front of him in his Macroeconomics class. If it wasn't for the fact that Riki absolutely hated Macro, he would blame the fact that you were just so pretty that he couldn't bring himself to focus on the lecture about the New York Stock Exchange.

Initially, Riki had no intention of pursuing you.

You were cute, obviously, but hearing you talk to your partner in class was enough for him. Plus, it wasn't like Riki had any experience— even if he wanted to talk to you, he had no idea how to!

Except, thanks to his nosy friends, your name had been discussed what felt like a million times by the end of the week.

"So... [Name], eh?" was the first thing Sunghoon said as Riki's camera turned on during their weekly weekend FaceTime calls.

"This is so exciting, Riki," Heeseung said as he joined the call.

"Wait, how do you know her again?" Sunoo's voice cut in. "Sorry, my Wi-Fi is bad. You said you know her from Macro?"

With a little more prying, his friends managed to get a middle-school level confession out of Riki.

"I-I just think she's really pretty, and like, she's really smart," Riki huffed, "I don't think she likes me like that— I've never even spoken to her! Like, I can't talk to women, I straight up am a mess and the other day—oh my god— she looked at me and I think I almost passed out. What do I do? I actually cannot do thi—

".... But you think she's pretty, right?"

And that's how Riki managed to get your phone number. With the help of his friends (that felt more like them feeding into his delusions), he worked up the courage to stutter out a simple question.

And when you smiled, nodding enthusiastically as you typed your contact into his phone, Riki felt his soul leave his body.

So, it wasn’t hard to imagine the havoc that engulfed Jake Sim's house (the place of the sleepover) as Riki's phone pinged, your contact name showing up.

It was already late at night, so the boys were raiding Jake's pantry to get midnight snacks. 

The moment that Riki announced that you had just, in fact, texted him first, everyone stopped in their tracks.

"Oh shit!" Jay shouted as he jumped over Jake's sofa, bowl of cereal still in hand.

The sound of crashing as Heeseung knocked over the ramen cups, as well as cutlery dropping abruptly and cabinets slamming filled the house.

"Oi, don't mess up my kitchen!" Jake yelled as his feet pounded against his stairs, scrambling so fast that he practically glided downstairs. After Jungwon spilled milk on his shirt, he was half-way through putting on a new shirt as he clambered down.

"What did she—" Sunoo pushed Jay out of the way, knocking the older boy over as he plopped down next to Riki on the living room carpet and peeked over his shoulder— "What did she say?!"

Within seconds, all six of his friends were huddled around Riki, pushing each other out of the way to catch a glimpse of what you said.

"Move your fatass head!"

"I can't see!"

As his friends argued, Riki stared at his phone, chewing on his bottom lip. His heart was pounding in his chest. He only saw the notification, and didn't see what you said yet.

What if you said something crazy, like "I just found out about that one time in first grade when you peed yourself at the playground" even though Riki and all his friends agreed to never speak of that incident again?! Or, what if you confessed your everlasting love for him in a long paragraph?

His head was spinning.

"Wait, did you open the message yet?!" Jungwon abruptly yelled into Riki's ear.

"No..." Riki answered slowly, watching the way all of his friends' once tense faces soften with relief.

"Oh my god," Jake sighed in relief.

"Phhhhheeewww!" Heeseung said dramatically.

"Why?" Riki frowned. "What's wrong with opening the message?"

"[Name] can see if you read her message if you open it," Sunghoon said matter-of-factly. 

"Why is that a bad thing?"

All of his friends groaned.

They taught him a trick: swipe just enough so that he could see the message, but not enough that the system marks it as read.

Hey, was all you said, much to Riki's relief.

"What do I say?" Riki asked, clutching his phone. His eyes flickered to his friends as he sucked his bottom lip under his teeth pensively. "How do I respond to this?"

"Just say 'hey' back!" Jay blurted.

"No!" Heeseung shook his head profusely. "Anything but that!"

"Why not? You want him to say haiiii instead?" Sunghoon nudged the older boy.

"No, no, no!" Jungwon reached across to smack Sunghoon's knee. "All of you are wrong."

Jungwon turned to Riki. "Just respond with an emoji."

They all groaned loudly.

"Okay, anything but a goddamn emoji!"

Riki ended up typing out a simple hey in response. He had to make Sunoo press send for him, squeezing his eyes shut. Riki immediately shut his phone off, placing it face down.

"I don't want to see if she responds or not!" Riki moaned. 

Within a minute or two, his phone pinged again.

"She responded!"

Even though you only asked, How was your day?, the entire house was once again invigorated. The boys shrieked, whooping and hitting Riki's shoulder, so loud that the house probably shook.

"Oh my god, it's happening!"

"Ouuuuu, she wants you, Riki!"

"Everyone shut the fuck up, it's time to lock in, oh my god it's actually happening—"

And just as everyone settled back down, ready to give Riki their mind-blowing advice, his phone dinged again.

[Attachment: 1 photo]. It was a silly picture of you, one of those cute ones that showed your eyes, clearly taken on the spot. 

"OHHHHHHHHHH!"

"Shewantsyousobadohmygo—"

According to Jake, if a girl sends you a picture of herself, no matter how silly or cute it is, she is head over heels for you.

"One message at a time!" Jay yelled over Jake's shoulder as they tried to figure out how to respond. "You need to answer her question first and then respond to the picture!"

"No! Don't respond to the picture!" Sunghoon, who was all the way in the guest bathroom, yelled from behind the bathroom door, his voice both booming and muffled. "She'll think you're weird!"

"I agree," Sunoo said.

"I agree," Jungwon mocked him in a nasally voice, earning a slap to the shoulder. "Just heart the picture!"

But their arguing fell upon deaf ears.

"Riki, what are you doing?!"

Riki was on his own, his heart beating at the tip of his fingers.

I hung out with my friends today and it was fun, how was yours? was his first response. Pressing on the picture, he responded, You look cute.

When Riki glanced over at his friends, they were sprawled across the floor, crying aloud dramatically.

"It's over."

"You're insane."

"Fumbled."

Riki threw a pillow at them. "I didn't fumble— Oh shoot, she's typing!"

The house was once again filled with screaming and crashing as they scampered to Riki's side.

You typed for a few moments. Everyone was at the edge of their seat, simply begging to see how you'd respond. But then, you stopped.

"Good game, guys."

"100% over."

Riki chewed on his thumb, his eyes glued to his phone screen. Did he creep you out? Was it weird for him to say that you looked cute? Did he fuck up?

But then you finally replied.

My day was just filled with homework, very boring, you replied. Maybe if I spent it with you it would have been more fun.

Oh.

My.

God.

Riki's hands shook as he typed back another response, completely ignoring the complete and utter disaster around him. He didn't know what came over him. He wouldn't say any of the things that he typed out loud, let alone to your face. It was like he was possessed by some spirit that gave him the courage to type. Without even noticing it, his heart was palpitating in his chest, his entire face, neck, and ears covered in a red shade.

I'm free tomorrow, he typed. 

"RIKI WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU—"

Okay, you simply responded. 12PM. The Block. Let's have fun.

"D-Did she just ask you out?"

Riki glanced at this phone, then at his friends, who stared at him with eyes as wide as saucers and their jaws dropped to the floor, then back at his phone. He blinked. "Yeah."

"Yes?!"

Riki blinked again. "Yeah."

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.

And then it hit him.

"Oh my god, [Name] asked me out...!"

#enhypen #enhypen x reader #enhypen fluff #enhypen imagines #enhypen fic #niki enhypen #niki fluff #niki x reader #nishimura riki #riki imagines #riki fluff #riki x reader #nishimura riki x reader #nishimura riki fluff #riki enhypen #riki nishimura #star-sim #vanya-writes

[maccreadysbaby]

Do you still do writing tips?? Cause I need tips on writing a child (12/13) who’s been trained to be living weapon their whole life??

OH MY GOD YES. I LOVE YOU.

this is a massive post I’m sorry

Writing a Child Who was Raised to be a Weapon

tw just for abuse, eating disorders, and the like mentioned below

NOW. This is one of my favorite archetypes used in modern media, if you couldn’t tell by my batfamily oc insert (little mister was-only-kept-alive-to-destroy-bruce-wayne. hi there, bentley, love you!)

While this is a very compelling and interesting type of character to create and flesh out, it’s easy to brush over some of the inner dialogue and thought patterns these children would have, because most people irl don’t have them. (Unless you were raised as a super assassin, in which case, please don’t kill me, and I love you)

The bottom line is, the characters entire personality and dynamic with other people relies on what background you give them. And that’s where I come in! Hi, I’m maccreadysbaby, and I’m going to propose some of the routes you can take in writing these cute little (deadly) guys!

COMMUNICATION ↴

none of these children are going to communicate normally, because they aren’t normal. they weren’t raised with a family, or good support system. they might:

be terrified of others. slow to trust. especially if you’re writing a child who was abused when they failed. for example, my oc, bentley, was horrified to be in proximity with any of bruce wayne’s family because he was afraid they would hurt him like his father did. he was afraid to cry in front of them, afraid to admit he was tired or sick or scared, afraid to ask for help, afraid to speak first, because it was all things he’d gotten punished for before. they might also have a terrible relationship with failure, because failure brings pain, and could potentially crumble if they fail or think they’re going to fail whatever they’re doing. (a mission, an assassination, or simple things like a school test or a task someone asked them to complete.) maybe they’re really good at holding it together and pretending they aren’t scared, but after all, they’re just kids. the cracks in their mask are gonna show one way or another.

shut people out. this could be from fear, or from being taught relationships are bad and makes them weak and vulnerable. they might not communicate because they don’t want to have another potential weak spot. they might keep their distance, stay quiet, not come out often. they might come across as cold and heartless, but it’s really them just trying to protect themselves, be it from pain, from the idea of eventual heartbreak, etc. but there is a problem with shutting people out, and it’s that they’re also shutting themselves in, like a prison. kids who choose to shut people out and bottle up everything they feel are slightly more prone to emotional outbursts and breakdowns. especially if they’re fairly young.

learn different ways to communicate, such as sign language, their actions, body language, etc. they won’t do it like everybody else and that’s okay! you can take so many liberties with this. maybe they make origami swans and leave them on the nightstands of people they decide they like. maybe they highlight lines in books and leave them places to tell someone how they feel. maybe they’re an absolute little jerkhole that’s mean to everyone because they weren’t taught how to do it any differently. maybe they’re insanely submissive people-pleasers that do everything asked of them because they were created to take orders. the possibilities are endless. go on an adventure!

be overly trusting. you typically see this in characters on the younger end of the spectrum, but you can drag it up into teenagers, too. a child that’s been abused or suppressed in any way, physically, emotionally, or mentally might decide they wholeheartedly trust the first person who is nice to them, who doesn’t cause them pain. there might even be a little bit of lag time between the meeting and the kindness and the trusting, but when it comes, it comes full force to the face. they’d trust these people to protect their lives and might even cling to them, or run to them as an escape from whoever raised them. (assuming they are afraid of the people who raised them.) they might even allow themselves to open up and become more than just a human weapon in the presence of these lucky folks.

believe that they’re superior to everyone else. obviously they are a higher class, a finer type of person. they can kill in seconds, they’re a master at martial arts, they can have an adult wrapped around their finger within the first minute of meeting them, they can make a person cave with a single sentence, they’re just better. better than all these civilians who let their emotions get in the way, who let other people walk all over them and boss them around. they’re too good for that. this is also a great one to add in some angst. arrogance and pride are often founded on the feelings of uselessness, worthlessness, or that they can’t (or don’t deserve to) be loved. it’s like a defense mechanism. no one likes me — obviously it’s because of my blindingly obvious superiority. they’re so much better that they don’t need love, kindness, care. (but yes, they actually do. they’ll probably break down crying or throw someone across the room the moment it’s given because it opens their eyes to the fact that they’re literally freaking starving for it like they haven’t eaten in their entire lives. my GOD give these kids a hug.)

FOOD ↴

i know this seems random, but it’s something you need to know about your character because it heavily impacts their mental state, mannerisms, energy, and health. chances are being raised as a weapon, they won’t have a stable relationship with food or eating. here are some examples of how you could make them!

refusing to eat. if your child character has had bad experiences in the past regarding food, such as someone using food to manipulate them (if you don’t do this you don’t get food.), torture them (purposefully feeding them something that makes them sick or have an allergic reaction, even poisoned food.), or if there are bad memories tied to eating (always getting fed before terrible missions, or before days locked somewhere, torture sessions, punishments, etc.) your child may not want to eat at all. after all, these are still just kids and they’re going to try and avoid everything that can trigger negative feelings, memories, or circumstances. if food is one of them, your other characters are probably going to have to help reassure them that they can eat and need to (if they’re in the presence of nice characters.) if you’re wanting to go a more severe route, you can even write them getting diagnosed with anorexia (an eating disorder that heavily involves not eating at all.) but of course, you don’t have to. (i didn’t.) just remember, they are growing kids and are going to be hungry whether they like it or not. but they will try to hide it if hunger has been used against them, which is a good point for hurt/comfort writing, since hunger can cause anything as small and embarrassing as their stomach growling loudly in front of everybody to severe stomach cramps (like your organs being tied in a terribly tight knot), vomiting, and fainting. all things considered, you can take a more severe route, or just write about them working with the help of friends to get up to a better food intake level and higher weight.

struggling to eat. if your child has not been fed properly for most or all of their lives, and then are put into a homelife where they have food at their disposal, they still might struggle with it. (for example, my character, bentley, was severely starved by his father for the first ten years of his life and when he gets put into a new home, he struggles to eat much at all and sometimes feels sick when he eats ‘too much’, even though he should be eating more in general.) of course, this comes with a host of complications and all the symptoms that come with malnutrition, not to mention that they won’t even be close to the size they’re supposed to be. (bentley was the size of a 6-7 year old at the ages of 9&10.) this is similar to the last bullet point in the sense that you can go the more serious anorexia route, or the kind people helping them stay on track route

over-eating. this one is more common for youngsters who didn’t have access to food most of their lives, but it wasn’t used against them or withheld from them by another person. (a good example would be a child trained in an area where people routinely don’t have access to food.) this is highly derived from food insecurity, where they think they have to eat everything they’re given because they don’t know when they’ll eat next. (this can also be used for characters in the bullet point above.) this also can cause health issues and routine sickness. (for example, my character, asten (11yrs), who lived in a poverty stricken part of his city and barely ate outside of school, routinely eats himself sick when he has access to food because he’s been starving without it.) this food insecurity can also lead to extreme emetophobia (fear of vomiting) because they don’t want to lose what they do have in them, which can pose a massive problem when this child is either so empty or so full that they need to throw up. so, if they’re put into a household where they have access to food, it might be a constant stream of stomach aches and nights spent in the bathroom while the person helps reassure them that they will always have food and they don’t have to eat it all now. (sorry this is gross but it needs to be said.)

here is a drabble that i wrote recently involving a malnourished child due to poverty, with his internal dialogue and thought processes, if that will help any of you.

ANXIETY / PTSD ↴

oh boy. these kids will have it, given how they’ve been raised. the question is in how they treat it and deal with it.

hiding it. maybe they were trained to see fear and anxiousness as weakness. the flinch when someone moves too fast, the tightness in their chest at a certain noise, the inability to breathe if they see someone’s face, they’re going to hide it because their fine and they’re tough. no one has to know that they have nightmares every night and cry when they’re alone. you can even extend this into anxiety/asthma/panic attacks that they keep hidden. (typically by leaving social settings when they feel it coming on.) no one has to know that they’re so weak. they might lash out in anger or irritation if they’re routinely asked if they’re okay because they need these people to back off before they fall apart in front of them. they might have little mannerisms that other people might notice for calming or showing anxiety, like biting their nails, bouncing their leg, pinching themselves, quietly doing breathing exercises, etc. PTSD will come more like nightmares and anxiety attacks and flashbacks, and they can’t always hide those no matter how much they want to. the severity of anxiety and PTSD depends on how graphic you make their backstory. (for example, my character, bentley, has nightmares of being abused, which he breaks down crying after. in his instances, he’s never alone. similarly, he once started crying when he saw christmas decorations similar to those his abuser used to have, and he has his first anxiety attack when he sees his abuser in public) you can keep the character secretive about it or let them have a big old breakdown in front of someone else, your choice.

not hiding it at all. if they’re with someone they trust, they might just let loose. (that’s what happened to bentley once he learned his new family didn’t care if he looked weak and wanted to help him) they might tell someone when they’re feeling scared or anxious or bad in any way. they might just cry right in front of them when they have to and have attacks with someone close and all the things because they’re not alone anymore and these people want to help. it might take a while for them to get to this point, and no one blames them. (for example, bentley was really anxious for school so he went to his new guardians room in the middle of the night) and remember, any steps these kiddos take closer to asking for help is HUGE! make sure your other characters encourage them and let them know they’re proud for reaching out :)

keep in mind that if they’ve never been talked to about it, they might have no freaking clue what’s going on if they have an attack of some sort, and will probably need someone to explain to them what’s going on and that they aren't going to die.

Thanks for coming to my ted talk! If you have more specific questions send them in anon!

#creative writing #writing #writing help #writing angst #writing tips #character tips

[suzukiblu]

Mother, Pet , Shock

Jesus, what in actual hell is Jason gonna do if he ends up whelping a half-alien kid in "no metas allowed" Gotham? Or if he has to explain to Lian that she's not her daddy's only pup anymore? Or if–

Jason pictures a sweet little redheaded newborn all nestled up to his chest, maybe softly glowing and floating or adorably stupid and wickedly clever or just ridiculously tiny and defenseless and all those other things all at once, and feels far, far too many feelings about the idea.

His heart fucking hurts with how many feelings he feels about that idea, in fact.

Alright. Ruled out sneaking out to get an abortion, apparently.

Jason can't actually be a real mom, though. He can't protect a pup with his lifestyle, much less properly raise one. Catherine tried, at least, but Sheila was an absolute piece of shit, and those are his only examples so far as "mothering" behavior goes because he is just not emotionally prepared to ever count Selina, and not even because of her actually being an alpha and therefore more the "fathering" type or all the times he tried to get her arrested back in the day. So just–just how would he ever know how to be a mom for some poor stupid kid who'd probably be just as much of a mouthy, difficult brat as he'd always been? How would he know how to be a mom for a kid genetically crazy enough to jack the fucking Batmobile's tires? How?!

Maybe . . . maybe Roy would want them, though, or . . . or something. He wants Lian even though she's Cheshire's, after all. And Jason couldn't put any pup up for adoption unless he was absolutely sure they weren't Kori's because of the whole alien superpowers issue, obviously, but that's what DNA tests are for, right? And who knows, maybe Kori would want them herself, if they were hers.

Jason would have to actually ask to know if either of them would even want a pup that was half him, of course, which just sounds like some fresh fucking hell right there.

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"Mr. Luthor? You with us?"

"Not at the moment, no," Luthor mutters from the pavement, pushing himself up carefully and dusting his suit off with a mildly annoyed expression, like they're not currently in the middle of a half-destroyed city block while innumerable robot minions and Kal and Kara are all throwing down in the sky overhead. "Hn. Is there a reason the two of you are perched on one of Superman's pet teenagers? The more annoying one, even?"

"Convenient bullet-catcher," Mercy replies dismissively, shooting down a couple more of the aerial robots.

"Also surprisingly obedient," Hope muses.

"Asshole, I literally just saved your life and fucked up half an army of shitty robots to keep it saved, and as for you two, I did your fucking jobs for you, and all three of you are all gonna be shitheads to me about it?" Kon demands in exasperation. "Seriously?"

"Seems like a reasonable source of entertainment for the afternoon," Luthor says, idly watching Mercy shoot down a few more of the airborne robots. "Given that Superman's being inconsiderately dull and not getting himself punched nearly hard enough."

"Let me the fuck up already," Kon says flatly.

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Clark wakes up.

Clark didn't even know he wasn't awake.

"Superman," Bruce says with absolute neutrality. He's wearing the cowl. Standing in rubble. Clark is . . . not standing in rubble.

Laying in rubble. That's what Clark is doing.

Bruce is looking down at him very, very carefully, and seems . . . reserved.

Reserved for Bruce, even.

"What happened?" Clark asks, trying not to concentrate on the little seed of dread that the sight of that reservation invokes in him. He can hear the heartbeats of other League members, here and there in the wreckage of the street around them. Hear civilians and city noise. Hear Lois and Jon, distantly, and Ma and Pa, even more distant. And . . . Kara–both of her–and . . .

"We'll go with 'electrocution', but I think we can safely say just about anyone else would've been virtually incinerated," Bruce informs him, distracting Clark from his mental rundown of people he's currently worried about. "Or just exploded."

"Ah," Clark says with a grimace. Well, that explains why his head hurts so damn bad, he guesses.

At least it was him, then, and not any "anyone else"s.

#joyfire #jason todd #kon el #superboy #clark kent #bruce wayne #plotbunny-bundle #omegaverse #abortion mention #did not have 'shock' so I gave you 'electrocution' lol #wip: jason goes home #wip: amazon kon #wip: the parasite

[soullessjack]

it genuinely kills me very slowly to think that some people can only ever think of jack as the destiel kid and not like an actual person with a myriad of maladjustments or silly funny personality quirks. like he has a whole special red and white fleece lined Christmas jacket and is canonically acknowledged as looking like a stupid hot white boy without any thoughts behind his eyes. He killed a whole fucking archangel and then decided that he really wanted to try making some friends like a week later. they wanna be normal and nice so bad and pretend to be some normal small town boy next door all the time but they were literally so angry once that it took three gunshots fired in the back to make him calm and reasonable.

he stress eats and stays in their room for weeks on end when they’re depressed or upset. they line their shoes up and fold their shirts and wear bright yellow vans and red hi-tops. he’s narratively paralleled to Anakin but his favorite character is Ahsoka. he pretended to be a coke addict and pretended to be a pretty new boy next door again to flirt with a hopelessly romantic girl. women want him and he’s absolutely clueless about it. women and men and probably fish fear him too. he dresses like a combination between an elderly man and a 70’s sitcom hippie. he was literally called Bieber and Suite Life. they like stripe patterns and Hawaiian pizza and movies and computers.

they’re literally an autistic person who just explodes shit when they get overstimulated. They watch riverdale and constantly sweep their hair back in a specific stylistic choice bc he likes looking like that. he fucking decapitated a whole Gorgon and then stole the guy’s snake as a trophy. he says shut up when he’s mad and calls things stupid and says they suck. he’s a teenage girl. he’s. A Teenage boy. He’s non-binary. He sat on the throne of god in grass stained jeans and clunky grandpa sneakers and left it all behind without even blinking as soon as his shitty bunker home called out to him. He sticks his tongue out when he’s focused on something and his left eye pulls up into a squint when he smiles reallt wide and his smile is crooked and he has sleepy eyelids . They decided to defy death herself just to rescue someone he mildly remembered caring about once and then blackmailed a reaper into helping with said rescue plan.

He got turned into the tiniest ugliest dog ever and got a thermometer shoved up his ass in the same episode where he’s narratively symbolized by the ouroboros symbol and makes the deliberate choice of destroying his soul just to selfishly keep his family bc he legitimately cannot handle thinking about losing them without going insane. his nicknames are sweetheart and darling boy and pal and buddy and Jackie Boy and slugger and he apologized to a girl for upsetting her like two episodes after ripping a man’s heart out and eating it raw. He literally actively wants to be a silly little guy that everyone likes but he’s so insane and unwell at the same time. he’s the best character ever and I need the entire world to understand this and to see him as more than just the destiel baby or I will also explode. .

#okay gn I have a teeth cleaning thing tomorrow #that’s enough word salad from me I’m just being autistic and gushing about how much I love jack #spn #jack kline #supernatural #he smiled while he killed Michael too….dont even get me started on what he did with Nick …. god he’s so #he’s so ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ #literally the character of all fucking time I will not be arguing about this I love him so much #jackposting #spn fandom #I’m . Augh . #having emotions sorry gang #liek yes yes we get it he looks like them both can you say something else please #he’s like . a fully functioning person with thoughts and development btw. if you even care #he’s so cool and awesome and silly #category 7 autism event #jack spn #destiel #but only briefly

[anxresi]

Brace yourselves, folks… We’re about to enter the dark, dreary and sometimes disturbing world which is Thomas Astruc on Twitter. 😧

Those possessed of a weak disposition, prone to nausea or an complete intolerance to utter bullshit may want to turn back now. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. (but still leave me a ‘like’, if you’re feeling generous 🙏)

Anyway, what ‘delights’ has this stand-up guy, this pioneer of mediocre cartooning, this dude on the cusp of arguing with little kids on Twitter been sharing with us, the great unwashed, at this present time? Let’s run through a brief checklist of the ‘highlights’, shall we?

*Telling people the upcoming Miraculous movie is what the fans ‘want’ but the show is what we ‘need’ (whatever THAT means, typically modest reaction from the epitome of humbleness himself).

*Saying that anyone who DARES criticise the show should ‘keep it to themselves’ or they’ll be ‘blocked for spreading negativity about the artists’ (dude thinks he can police Twitter… good luck with that!)

*Informing fanfiction writers that their work is ‘pointless’ and the only people who know what they’re doing are him and his team (If you mean ‘How To Destroy A Franchise In Five Easy Seasons… I guess he’s right)

But his favorite topic (seriously, check out his replies… we’re talking more than 50% here) concerns a fictional teenage girl he constantly decries but can’t seem to get enough of moaning about. It is of course… oh let’s face it. You know the answer to that one already. ROLL THE TWEETS!!

Yep, you guessed it. Apart from the OP being uncommonly accurate in their opinion, now apparently ‘Chloe’ has become The Not-So-Great Bearded One’s new insult of choice for anyone who dislikes what’s been done to the show. Poor ‘Karen’ never stood a chance… 😢

What a mature, grown-up type chap he is! I have no idea why he’s no longer referred to as ‘Hawk Daddy’ in polite circles, and instead called ‘Man Baby’. Just look at him, REALLY giving it a bunch of teens on Twitter who DARE imply his show is nothing but da best! You go, Thomas! Go change your dirty diaper, that is. 🤢

So, abandoning all her subtleties and nuance , reducing her to a shrieking monster and choosing to actively give characters who have arguably done FAR WORSE throughout the series much better endings means they ‘wrote it well’? Gosh, maybe getting an F in English stands for ‘Fabulous’ after all!

Guess in Thomas’s somewhat warped worldview, everyone who doesn’t like 💯 of his show from top to bottom should be placed on a plane with their main abuser to be forcibly deported and probably tortured for the rest of their sorry lives. That’ll teach them!

And who cares about stupid stuff like ‘build-up’ or ‘character-development’ if they genuinely were preparing Chloe for… what was that thing he described it as again… a ‘damnation’ arc? Let’s just flip a switch at the end of S3 to turn her into a pathetic caricature of her worst excesses without explanation, then introduce a ‘perfect’ sister out of nowhere to throw all those undesirable traits into sharp relief! And that’s not even getting into that detestable retconning flashback episode… What an absolutely fantastic idea to make everyone hate her as much as Thomas does!

No-one will notice the sudden incongruity here… after all, the average age of their audience is 5-8 so if they just throw excrement like crazed baboons about Chloe at the young audience time and time again caveman-style CHLOE: BAD. EVERYONE ELSE: GOOD the kids will chow it up like cheap chocolate ice cream! The older ones that do kick up a fuss? Who gives a ****. They don’t buy the merchandise, and where would all those hard-working producers if it wasn’t for all that cheap plastic crap?

With considerably less cars, swimming pools and exotic holidays to hard-to-pronounce destinations, that’s where! Let’s keep that bandwagon of shit a-rollin’… 🤑

Ah, now I believe this is that classic tactic otherwise known as ‘gaslighting’. When you say something as a fact over and over again, when the opposite is clearly true. Those of lesser willpower may start to accept it as reality while others (mostly those with functioning eyes, ears and brains)… won’t.

You know who was also good at that gaslighting thing, don’t you? A few clues… A Former (thank God) President? Very orange? Initials DT? Yep, that guy.

…And coincidentally, someone Thomas has been known to compare Chloe (14 year old girl, let’s not forget) to regularly. I mean, with THAT kind of accolade hanging over her head from the guy who created her, how could she ever fail?

See? What a great influence he is on the young too! Now he’s got his own handpicked gang of sycophants out of the street labelling anyone with the slightest complaint from a)pointing out the animation was slightly better last season or b)saying they miss the old transformation sequences as a ‘Chloe’. I think we’ve found his new favorite insult, and it’s the worst word he can possibly think of. Figures.

I bet he’s putting together a petition as we speak, for an official entry into the dictionary. Fortunately, there’s already one for ‘Thomas’, as in ‘Doubting Thomas’… someone who talks so much nonsense you should disbelieve anything they say. Or Thomas The Tank Engine, because whenever you mention a certain Blonde’s name in his presence, he tends to blow steam, look very heated and… you get the picture. 😆

On top of everything else, now he’s issuing threats. I have to hand it to him though… that’s a pretty good one. NO PLEASE TAKE MY MONEY MY LIFE I’LL EVEN GIVE YOU A FOOT RUB A BACK RUB AND LEARN TO LOVE ZOE ANYTHING BUT THAT NNNNNNOOOOOO….

Seriously guys, we need an immediate intervention. THIS CANNOT BE ALLOWED TO HAPPEN. I’m about to book an emergency flight to France, to barricade him in his office until he promises to never again even entertain the notion of… this. Who’s with me?

(And incidentally while I’m there, does anyone want me to pick them a souvenir? A beret? Frog legs soup? One of those miniature replicas of the Eiffel Tower? Let me know by tomorrow at the latest, and I’ll see what I can do) 😊🇫🇷

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #ladybug #chloe bourgeois #ml salt #disney #ml #zag #ml leaks #thomas astruc #aah that felt good

[via-the-cryptid]

Ive been thiking a little about some things:

1.- I dont remember if one of the Rules of Prismo's Wishroom was that you have to arrive on your own to get a wish or you could be invited, but even if thats the case they could still have Farmworld's Enchiridion (because here there is no backstabbing that ends with the book destroyed) to open a portal so Simon gets his wish the right way.

2.- Talking about Farmworld, I cant imagine how Finn, who has been living with a magical snow mom for a couple of months/years by now, would react to seeing a magical ice version of himself in Crossover.

3.- Continuing with Farmworld, we assume that both that and the regular timeline advance at the same time, so if they go into the multiversal adventure with Finn still being a Teenager, that would mean that Farmworld Finn would also be a Teenager when they arrive. But that could open another story, maybe they find him after his parents and brother died/left for some reason and he is on his own with normal Jake and Bartram, maybe when he meets his future wife AKA Huntress Wizard.

4.- If you think about it regular Marceline its indeed stronger than the Star we saw on canon because while the Star has the powers of all the Vampire Council, Marceline has that +VK pure vampire soul. Also idea, this Star was raised by The Empress instead of the VK, because she was the one who wanted to create an Empire on Stakes and in this AU maybe she trained Marceline to take down VK and get the throne. Also that opens the chance to have Betty saying "Empress! You're a bad Mother!"

answering in sections again:

1. I don’t think it’s ever specified if you have to arrive naturally or if you can be invited when it comes to making a wish — the only rule I remember (and there may be others that I forgot, so feel free to correct me if I’m wrong) is that you can only have one wish per person. as far as I know, Magic Simon should be able to make his wish when he’s first invited to the wish cube in order to explain the Snow Queen situation. however, if you do have to get there naturally and you can’t be invited if you’re making a wish, he’d probably just tell Finn, Jake, and Marceline what he was doing so they could help him collect the jewels and open the portal with their own enchiridion.

2. Finn would probably be very weirded out by Ice Finn, and it would also make him consider the whole Snow Queen situation even more. He sees this version of himself who’s absolutely destroyed by the crown, and then he turns around and sees his mom, who’s just… kinda senile and obsessed with her husband. I feel like that’s gotta mess him up, to know that the crown that made Betty obsess over Simon, also turned Finn into a monster in a different reality. if he talks to Snow Betty about it later, she’ll probably be able to explain the way the crown corrupts and what she was like at the start, as well as Ice Finn’s motivations for doing what he’s doing (because it’s not purely malicious, Ice Finn clearly talks about keeping everyone safe with his ice and trying to protect them), but that will be have to come later since they’re pretty busy avoiding the interdimensional cops when the two Finns meet.

3. you are right, and I actually didn’t consider that before, but I definitely should have. in that case, Farmworld Finn probably still has his wife (could be Huntress Wizard, Phoebe, or even Rosalinen from the Puhoy episode) and might have already had Jay, maybe? but probably none of the either children, and Jay would still be a baby, as would Little Destiny. I think Magic Simon and Snow Betty & co would probably still follow someone out to the crater, but in this case it’s more likely to be Farmworld Finn showing them that the crown is already destroyed, at which point they find the Jewel and decide to use it to find another version of the crown, and then Scarab shows up and they gotta book it real fast. Magic Simon may be way more powerful than he has any right to be, but nobody wants to risk him or anyone else getting put in one of those eggs if Scarab manages to hit them at the right moment. Farmworld Finn runs as soon as Scarab arrives, specifically because the Ooo gang told him to and because Magic Simon immediately started having a wizard showdown, and Farmworld Finn ain’t getting involved in wiz biz.

4. you’re RIGHT, she IS! and you’re also right about the Empress probably being the one to take a front role in raising her, because it seems like the VK is definitely following Empress’s plans here. Snow Betty would definitely yell at her and probably chuck a rock at her head, which I doubt would do anything but it would certainly make Snow Betty feel better. Marceline and the Star also get to have a showdown while Vampworld Bonnie watches and realises that maybe perhaps she has a bit of a crush on this alternate Marceline. just a small one. maybe actually a really big one. regardless, I think that VK is still the one with the crown and is ‘in charge’ of the empire, but he’s a little senile and it’s really Empress pulling the strings and mildly grooming the Star as her replacement if she or VK ever falls.

#adventure time #snow queen au #simon petrikov #betty grof #petrigrof #petrigrof role swap #fionna and cake #finn mertens #farmworld finn #marceline abadeer #the star #the empress #adventure time stakes #prismo the wishmaster #answered asks

[angelofthenight]

The Monster You Created Pt.2

(Sam Fortner x Reader)

Warnings: Yandere!Sam, Dark themes, Swearing, Kidnapping situation, Brief starvation, Sexual reference, YN has an abusive bf, Unreciprocated love, Sam will get behaviorally worse as the story progresses (just like in the show but I feel the need to just put it out there)

Word Count: 5.4k (future chapters will be shorter)

Table of Contents

You sat in that stupid bed in that stupid room of imprisonment. Sam had gone to work and told you he'd be back at 5 with dinner. You didn’t eat the breakfast nor the lunch he gave you, you silently refused. It visibly upsetted him but he didn’t force you or argue with you, he couldn’t anyway since you were ignoring him as a form of protest. He kept bringing you different food though, trying to please you and get you to give in and eat. You hadn’t though.

You were not going to play along and make this easy for him. You were going to refuse his food, refuse to talk to him, and refuse to touch anything he gave you. It was safer than the other idea of retaliation you had: absolutely destroy everything you could reach in hopes he’d realize you were too much trouble and do your blindfold drop off idea. But you feared that’d might be testing his patience too much. He was a murderer after all.

As tempting as the items he gave you were, you resisted. On the table beside the bed included hygiene stuff like a toothbrush, toothpaste, hairbrush, hair ties, ibuprofen, your medication, a small dixie cup, and even menstrual pads and tampons. On the small shelf below it was little things from your house to keep you occupied like books and other things you liked to use while at home.

While Sam was away, though, you didn’t just sit there being miserable. You’d scream at the top of your lungs and pound on the walls, hoping to god someone would hear you even though Sam said you were in the middle of the woods. ‘People go for hikes’ you’d tell yourself. With the woods being dead silent, your faint noises would have to reach some volume. But if a tree falls in a forest with no one around to hear it, does it really make a sound at all?

You sulked in the corner of the bed against the pillow, your arms tightly crossed with your knees pressing on them. A grumpy glower on your face from your anger of this unfairness just because Sam was “in love with you”, which you never would have suspected and instead took him as just that kind of awkward. Eventually Sam came through the sliding door with a bag full of small boxes. You kept your glare set on the floor, not even sparing a peek at him.

“Good luck not eating this.” Sam said excitedly as he pulled out the boxed food from the bag and onto the table. “Pork buns from Qian's.” He let out an accomplished exhale and his hands rested on his knees as he looked up to you with a smile, thinking he finally got you to end your little food strike.

You didn’t react at all.

Sam frowned and straightened his back, giving you a look similar to how a mother would look at her rebelling teenage daughter. “Are you still giving me the silent treatment?”

He was met with silence and not even an acknowledgment of his presence. He sighed and looked at you in saddened disbelief, trying to think of ways he hasn’t tried yet to make you talk to him. He really wasn’t used to you ignoring him, as he’d sit and watch you work you would jovially talk away to him about anything on your mind. He wanted that back.

He looked around the room until he got an idea. Maybe you were annoyed with him because you thought he was lying! He was off into the next room and came out with a box, sitting down at the chair with the big box in his lap and his hands laying atop of it. You finally looked over your shoulder at him, glancing down at the box then eyed his face suspiciously.

He noticed your uneasiness. “Don't worry. It's not a head or anything.” He reassured with a hint of displeasure in his voice, a little offended you’d think he was that maniacal. You gave him a harsh glare. “Well, thank god.” You said with a bitterly sarcastic attitude.

Sam held back a smile over getting to hear your honey-like voice again as he took the top of the box off. “You ever heard of the John Doe Killer?” He continued after your silence and uninterested stare. “The whole idea was to make it look like robberies. So the police didn't get one of those task forces going. So, you know, I took… I took all this.” He rummaged to pull out a few wallets and pocket trinkets. “And… next thing I know, they're calling me the John Doe Killer 'cause sometimes it took 'em a few days to figure out who these people were without their IDs and stuff. And... now I'm kind of stuck with it. You believe me now?”

“You thought I didn’t believe you?” You said with a slight scoff. Sam ignored your comment. “Well, I get why you might be angry for thinking I'm not telling the truth-” You cut him off with a snappy tone of voice, “Trust me, I believed you.” You gave him a judgmental look, now that you stopped looking at him through rose colored glasses he was kind of serial killer-esque.

Sam's expression morphed into one of offense. Your stares on each other were so intense that the uneven tension grew thick. Sam gave up and defeatedly rose to his feet to put back the box until he turned back to hold the box out to you. “Would you like a watch?”

“No.” You spat as you returned to your little ball in the corner of the bed. His eyebrows curved upward in hurt. “You should keep track of time for yourself.” He encouraged. “I mean, they still work.” He glanced down into the box. “Most of 'em.” He shook the box a little in your direction with a desperate, almost begging, look. You still didn’t look over at him.

He took out a working watch and set it on the dresser beside your bed, knowing you’d want to know the time eventually. When you were at work you constantly needed to know the time, despite how many times Sam told you your shift would go faster the longer you didn’t look at the clock. He returned the box back to where he found it and went to sit back down, digging into the food he brought home.

He took a couple of bites as he watched you remain in your ball of resentment. He could tolerate your silent treatment for a while longer but he didn’t want you to starve yourself as a form of refusing cooperation. “Your food’s gonna get cold.” He said between bites. Your grip on your jaw tightened. “I won’t eat your damn food and I won’t piss or shit in a fucking bucket.” You growled through clenched teeth, fighting against the toasty smell of those buns. Who knows, he could’ve spiked your food with some sex pills to make you want to sleep with the creep!

Sam gave up with a disappointed sigh and went back to eating. “It’s technically not a bucket.” He mumbled under his breath. As he ate his half of the food, he still attempted at conversation with you and was repeatedly met with silence or quick snappy remarks. He couldn’t decide which he preferred, both leaving him equally dispirited. Once he finished eating, he gathered his scraps together and left your untouched, cold food still on the table. He stood up and looked at you with distress clear in his features.

“I hope you know that I do love you. And that I’m doing this for your greater good. Everything I do is for you. I really hope you understand that.” He said with a look of yearning, pain and passion tugging his lips down into a frown. He had to limit his words and bite his tongue to prevent himself from going on a sentimental rant of how much he truly loved and adored you. He knew that if he spilled his feelings so soon to the minefield that was your temper at the moment it would push back the date of you finally reciprocating his love. He turned to leave but froze in his tracks when he heard your voice rip through the tension-filled air.

“If you really loved me then you’d let me go.”

Sam spun on his heels to look at you looking as if someone had punched him in the face and took two automatic steps toward you. “No, that’s the point. I love you too much to let you go.” He spoke with a pained voice and a desperate expression. You still didn’t move an inch from your position, only moving your head in the slightest to give him a cold stare. “Then it’s not love.”

You turned your head back as Sam pursed his lips together, his brows furrowing at your stubbornness and feeling an itch of agitation twitch his patience. “How would you know? Your definition of love isn’t much better.” He said a little more harshly than he intended as he turned to start walking towards the stairs after he said, “If your boyfriend really loved you he wouldn’t hit you.”

That touched a nerve in you as you whipped your head back to face him again, your lips parted with your eyes mixing in anger and horror. “My boyfriend doesn’t hit me! That one time was just-” your voice weakened in volume and tone as he was already near the top of the stairs and out of your eyesight, “an accident.”

Your boyfriend didn’t hit you… commonly. The only physical aggression he’d inflict on you were flicks to the head when he claimed you were being “stupid” or grab your arms tightly to pull you somewhere, finger sized bruises fading into your skin from his iron grip. Other than that, he never got violent with you… not including verbal violence where he’d scream at you and insult your deepest insecurities… or where he’d speed past the speed limit while driving to intimidate you into admitting you were wrong in the argument.

But everything he did was always because of your own fault! You knew he didn’t have much control over his impulse and you knew he didn’t like to be talked to like he was a child. And you knew not to argue with him when he drinks. That’s why you deemed it your own fault when he accidentally punched you in the face in a completely drunkenly wasted rage because you argued with him saying he drank too much at parties.

But while up front you took accountability of your actions and mistakes, all the way in the back of your mind you knew you were not the one at fault at all.

Your mind was still stuck in these thoughts the next day, repeatedly telling yourself the punch was just an accident and Sam knew absolutely nothing about you and your boyfriend’s relationship, until Sam had walked back down. A plate of breakfast sat on top of a stack of more books from your house in which he placed down on the table beside your earlier food that still remained untouched. He set the books down on the ground next to the dresser before making his way to the sliding door.

He stopped before opening the door. “I'll be home by five.” He said to your unresponsive disposition then sliding it open then closed. He paused when outside to send you a loving smile and brief wave through the glass before leaving, despite you not even looking in his direction.

You sighed after hearing the door close and eventually the sound of his car engine. You were about to begin your scheduled screaming for help session but the rawness of your throat partnered with your dry mouth and cramping stomach that kept making long noises detained you from even attempting. You looked at the table with a full plate of a good-smelling breakfast with one full cup of ice water and a cup of coffee. The sight and smell painfully tortured your starving body and you cursed to yourself as you finally gave in and defeatedly walked over to the chair to devour that breakfast.

You scarfed down the food and chugged the water which left you easily sipping at the coffee, feeling the energy return to you after finally eating after almost two days. A part of you was mad at yourself for giving in and failing your strike of resistance, furiously knowing this was going to make Sam sooo happy.

But the other part of you was very grateful for finally getting food in your system and very thankful since if you hadn’t interacted with the food then you wouldn’t have found the plastic fork you were currently using to try and pick the lock around your ankle.

The seemingly genius plan failed miserably as the tine of the fork you were using snapped off and got stuck in the lock. You almost barely managed to shake it out then hide it behind your dresser. You knew you couldn’t hide the fork too since that would quickly raise suspicion in Sam, probably would think you were gonna use it as a weapon against him. So you took a breath and hid it under the napkin on the tray, hoping to god Sam wouldn’t see it when he threw the scraps away.

After the anxiety-inducing risk, you took a few breaths to calm yourself down and clear your head. Once you opened your eyes back up from your mediating inhale and exhale you sucked in a breath and returned to your regularly scheduled program of pathetically screaming for help with that tiny chance someone was near.

~

The sliding door snapped you out of your trance of staring at the wall as you hugged your knees to your chest. “Thai food tonight.” Sam announced jovially as he held up the plastic bag. You just glared at him with empty eyes. “I got us Kaeng tai pla. This place makes their own sauce using fermented fish entrails, which I know sounds gross, but it gives it a lot of flavor. And then, Khanom moa gang. They use taro and duck eggs. That's dessert. You usually can't find it this way.” He said all of this with a proud smile directed at you.

His bright smile made you turn your head to look away. Sam’s smile slowly lowered into a downcasted frown. All he wanted to do was make you happy and make you smile again. But all you did was bite at the hand that fed you. He picked up the tray of crumbs and remaining drops of both drinks and turned to- Wait. He looked down a second time to make sure he saw right. And he did. A smile perked back upon his lips as he noticed that you had finally eaten his food.

His insides felt warm with beaming happiness, thrilled over the fact that he was finally getting somewhere with you. Soon you’d start talking to him without attitude, and soon you’d both open up to one another, and soon you’d fall in love with him, and soon you’d kiss him just like how he fantasized it, and soon you’d get married- He stopped in his tracks as his pupils landed on something specific, his smile dropping almost instantly.

He picked up the fork with only three tines and the fourth snapped off. He slowly turned to you, biting the inside of his cheek with a grip on his jaw. ‘Back to square one.’ He frustratingly thought. “I don't think you can open that with a plastic fork.” Sam said with a low tone and a menacing bite. You stared at him with an equal amount of intensity. “It was worth a try.” You said dryly, matching his own tone.

He held in his huff and threw the fork back on the tray and changed his direction to the tall table against the wall opposite from you, setting the tray down and facing you. He loved you too much to be angry but his frustration of your constant stubborn resentment was cutting his patience short. He wanted you to love him already, he couldn’t stand waiting anymore nor being the object of your hate. He couldn’t even start the process of making you fall for him when you wouldn’t even give him a chance!

“I brought you here to make you understand how perfect we are for each other, to make you agree that we’re practically soulmates, to make you realize that I’m a much better lover than that shitbag.” His hands bottled up into tight, white knuckled fists from the thought of your boyfriend. “I know you hate this, but…” he paused, inhaling to keep himself calm while choosing what words to use to get you to give in, “if you're not going to cooperate with me, who do you think I’m gonna let my frustrations out on?”

Your eyebrows lifted as your snarling lips parted, your stomach starting to churn in apprehension. He was threatening to kill again if you kept your disregarded and disrespectful attitude up. He was putting the fate of people you cared about in your hands, and you knew he knew you would do anything to protect those people you valued, even if it cost you your dignity. You fleetingly glanced up at him to witness his eyes saying ‘it’s your choice’.

With lives on the line, you now realized you were basically his puppet. He had much more power over you than you’d like to admit. He could make you do anything he wanted if he threatened lives. He could tell you to strip down to your underwear in exchange for not going out and murdering someone, and you’d do it.

If you wanted to keep everyone you cared for safe, you had to play nice.

So with a deep inhale, as if you were physically swallowing your pride, you slowly rose to your feet in defeat. With your shoulders sulking, you walked over the chair closest to your bed to take a seat. All while you did this, Sam watched you in wide-eyed disbelief until happiness overtook him and a delighted, gleeful smile spread his lips.

You sat down and raised one knee to hug to your chest, looking up at Sam with a look of failure. “Well, what do you want to talk about?” You asked, your voice on the verge of trembling. Sam flinched a little before excitement sent him rushing to sit down diagonal from you, slightly shifting in his seat in eagerness as he tried to bite back his smile from widening too much. “What we’d usually talk about as you worked. You always have something to say about a movie. So, what are you thinking about?” He asked with bright, expecting eyes.

Your fingers fiddled together over your calf as you just couldn’t seem to calm your nerves, your mind sounding off alarms to get as far away from him as possible. Your natural instincts obviously weren’t aware of your restraints. “I haven’t… really been thinking about movies lately. I have bigger things on my mind.” You said as your eyes kept nervously glancing up and down from him to the carpeted floor, not being comfortable enough to look him in his intense gaze longer than 10 seconds. “And just a forewarning I don’t think it’s going to be easy for me to talk to you casually while in this… you know.”

Sam’s expression sank down, betrayal and confusion etched into his features. “You’re scared of me?” “I’m just saying that it might be a while for me to relax around you again.”

He let out a wounded exhale, almost in disbelief. “But promise me,” he looked back up at you once you spoke again and changed your choice of words, “swear to me that you will not touch me without my permission. And please keep my boundaries in mind when we are together. If you do all this, then I won’t fight against you and instead try to connect with you just like you want. And in return I ask… I beg of you to not hurt anyone anymore and never lie to me.” You said this all strictly but with an undertone clashing with anger and fear. Two overwhelming emotions you’ve grown all too familiar with in your short time here.

“So… you want me to be upfront about who I’ve killed?” Sam asked with a puzzled expression, like it was a trick question. You nodded stiffly, the thick lump in your throat keeping you from verbally answering. “Honesty.” He said to himself, nodding. “Yeah, that’s a vital thing for a relationship.” “…So can you make that promise?” You asked, desperately wanting him to make this fair trade.

Sam just stared at you. You tried to pinpoint the emotion in his eyes but was frightened to find nothing within them. Just look at you with dead eyes. And for a moment you almost thought he was going to pounce across the table and strangle you to death. That’s how daunting and haunting they were. To not know what thoughts were behind those eyes.

“You’re not a good judge of character, (Y/n).” He said with a low tone. “You don’t know what people are really like when you turn around, you don’t know what…” his fists tightened as he took a deep shaky breath, trying to keep his anger leveled, “filth runs through their heads when they look at you.” He paused, the restraint in his eyes shifting to one of adoration in just a slow second. It was a little unsettling. “But… for you. I'll do my best.”

Your inhales stuttered in tense timidity. That wasn’t the answer you were hoping for.

“Before we start to get to know each other, better than before, I want to know each person you’ve killed and who you’ve thought about killing.” You stated, not wanting that to remain a mystery to you. You knew knowing would just make you guilty and self-blaming, but you felt that you had a right to know.

Sam blinked in surprise before lightly shrugging. “Um, okay, whatever you want.” He fiddled with his fingers. “Well, um… every person I thought about killing, I followed through. Every time. I just could never hold back. The first one was the guy who followed you to your car to try and get your number even though you told him you weren’t interested.” Sam’s breathing grew erratic, unstable, as he squeezed his own hand when he recalled that night he just felt something in him snap. “And the way you physically had to pry his hands off you… I completely lost all control I had over myself when I followed him into the alleyway. After the first time I did it, it just made me realize how easy and simple it was to get rid of your embodied problems.”

He took a deep breath before continuing. “And then there was the manager of the Subway next to your work. He just… god, he would never leave you alone. And that coworker who was always disrespectful to you and made you pick up her shifts on your days off. The look in your eyes… I just couldn’t let her get away with that.” Your eyes widened and a gulp shot down your tense throat, remembering both times when you learned of their disappearances. An ominous guilt gripped around you now knowing that their deaths were because of small inconveniences involving you.

“And there was that one guy who was rude to you as you were closing and the guy who-” He went on to list a few more people, some you knew but most you barely even remembered, and the reasons behind their undeserved deaths. The reasons became jaw-droppingly ridiculous, varying between them flirting with you to simply waving at you to staring at you to just talking to you, some rude and some a little “too friendly” in Sam’s words. It was all insane. The way he talked about how they deserved death because of some tiny interaction with you. It was insane.

Sam seemed to recognize the sense of discomfort on your face. “I don’t take pleasure in… what I do. Most of the time I just black out and next thing I know their blood is on my hands. But I just feel so protective over you and believe me I know I get jealous too easily and I know it’s not right to get violent with people over you… but my dad just fucked me up too much. So, I wanna break the cycle but there's this one guy, and I can't stop thinking about him.”

Your heart rate picked up again, dreadfully fearing who he was referring to. Multiple guys who were dear to you crossed your mind. “About who?” You asked just above a whisper.

It went quiet as Sam shifted in his seat and bit the inside of his cheek, wringing his hands together. “When I sat at the smoothie bar as you worked and then you went over to hand this guy his smoothie because he didn’t hear you call his name to come and get it himself. You walked over and put it on his table and-and he said something to you that made you laugh. Like, a real, genuine laugh. And you put a hand on his shoulder and said something back then he put his hand on your arm as you talked…” A huffing began through his nose and he clenched his jaw to prevent himself from cracking his teeth from pressure. You nervously glanced down at his hands squeezing each other, the veins under his skin bulging from the grip.

“But he was just pretending to be some nice guy. Because as you walked back… he was looking at your ass. He was looking at you like he had some authority over you which gave him the right to look. And when people look at you like that…” He paused, his eyes going dark as he slightly shook his head with a bitter smirk teasing against his lips. It scared you. You could see that his depravity, albeit terrifying and channeled with great fault, was motivated by his love for you; his unwavering devotion and protectiveness. And it scared you.

Sam shrugged. “Anyway, that’s why I just got up and left without saying anything to you, which is what I do in those situations when I want to remain calm in front of you. But then a couple weeks later… he was at my work. I guess he was friends with my supervisor, Kyle, and I hear him telling him about your work. He was recommending it to him and saying it was a fun environment and a friendly atmosphere and everything on the menu was good. But then he said that he recommended it because the server was sweet… and sexy.” You could see his eye faintly twitch before he stared at the wall behind you, trying to put out the growing fire of his rage as he thought back to that day and the way that word left the guy’s mouth.

There were plenty of times where Sam had left your work without saying goodbye, leaving you to believe that he just lost track of time and needed to get back to work, but this specific interaction that he was so obsessed with didn’t ring any bells. “I don’t really remember this.” You said to him, your eyebrows softly pinching together.

Sam smacked his lips. “It was just a little over two months ago. And I haven't stopped…” he slapped his hands together and he tightly closed his eyes, “thinking about him.” He opened his eyes to reveal his pupils directed right towards you, empty exhaustion rotting within them. “Every single day. I'm trying not to… I-I usually can't stop, but… I’m really trying to get better for you.” His eyebrows curved up as a pleading look of nurturing love sunk its way into his face.

For a moment, you were touched, but by some means agonized. He was fighting his murderous desire because he loved you. He loved you so much that he killed for you. What you did to him and his poor little heart was strong enough to make him commit illegal acts just because of how someone treated you. You really did appreciate that he was fighting his urges but on the other hand… you just wished he would go to anger management or therapy like a normal adult instead of laying all of this on you.

“I followed him home… the same night, and I parked across the street.” A sense of foreboding thickened the air into a thick feeling of fog, making your thrumming heart pound your ears as he paused. “I've never done anything that they could trace back to me, but that night, I… I was like…” He paused again to bite his lip and the fear for the worse was suffocating you. “I didn't do it.”

You quietly let out a breath of relief and he bit back a proud smile at that, grabbing his Dunkin coffee cup from the table to occupy his hands. “I’m glad you didn’t hurt him.” You praised, trying to make him happy enough to encourage him to never try it again.

“But I want to.” He almost immediately said, shattering your hope. “I want to right now. I know I made you a promise but being with you right here and now and thinking back to his vulgar stare…” He leaned forward to knock his cup back on the table, “I think it’s just making me more angry.”

You felt a palpitation in your chest from the anxiousness you felt from his words and deadpan tone. Once he stood up from his chair you tried to steer the conversation away to distract him from his homicidal urge driven by anger. “You said… you brought me here so I could fall for you back. But it’s more than that isn’t it?” You asked carefully.

Sam halted his walk to the side door, slowly turning back to you but not exactly making eye contact. “...I guess I also brought you here so it would be easier to protect you. Keep you somewhere where I can always keep an eye on you. Keep you somewhere where no one can bother you or harass you or touch you or look at you-” He took a sharp inhale to prevent his anger from amplifying any more.

The room went painfully quiet as he closed his eyes to slow his breathing back down. He opened his eyes to look down at the ground. “And I think I also brought you here to keep myself from getting too jealous.” He looked back up to you. “Because now I’m the only one you talk to and the center of your attention.” He turned for the door again but your voice stopped him once again.

“So doesn’t all that make you feel better? Doesn’t knowing that I’m in your basement ease your anger against others?” You asked him with a sentimental expression, trying to convince him that he shouldn’t be jealous of anyone anymore. He didn’t say anything. Just stared into his empty coffee cup as he fiddled with the lid. He seemed to be lost in thought as he kept licking his lips and pressing them together, a pink glow rendering his cheeks warm.

He finally looked up at you in a nervous, sweaty fashion, his eyebrows curving upwards. “Can I kiss you?”

You rapidly blinked as a caught off guard flinch. What the hell did he just ask you? Your emotions flipped a switch on your composure as offended anger zapped through you like lightning. “If you want a bleeding lip then yeah, go for it, I’m begging you.” You snapped with a harsh glare.

He sighed, expecting that. “A simple no would have been sufficed.” He said before leaving the room, leaving you still glaring about his audacity.

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[mod2amaryllis]

just gonna sliiide into your inbox to be like. got any complicated relationship with motherhood recs?? cause I'm👀

👁️👁️ b i s c i a.

the first rec is always for all time The Broken Earth trilogy by NK Jemisin

talk about books that changed my brain chemistry and boosted my writing, especially the fifth season, which pulls a narrative trick with its 3 main character perspectives that still has me reeling and makes me resent the fact that not every protagonist is an exhausted middle aged mother who's haunted by choices and horrors of her own making!!

The Devourers by Indra Das

a take on werewolves that's at times genuinely sickening to read, esp for my body-horror-scawy ass. lot of upsetting themes fyi, like. all the themes. are upsetting. but i was left feeling like I'd just gotten the world's most dire hug. also trans allegory out the wazoo.

i feel like this one is really obligatory like yeah no shit Beloved by Toni Morrison but still: Beloved by Toni Morrison

I've never felt smart enough for this book but i think about it constantly, not just because the contents are so traumatic but the way it's written..... even now i feel like such a dunce trying to say anything about it but it's like. it broke rules in my brain about how books are supposed to be structured and understood. there's a chapter that ends in a stream of thought that's borderline incomprehensible and it's in my head forever.

ok little different now and largely positive mushy gushy mom stuff, but a lot of Brandi Carlile's songs, especially The Mother:

and her whole In These Silent Days album. particularly it's celebrating lesbian motherhood. Mama Werewolf is awesome and introduces that complication that makes me ravenous, but my favorite is her love song to her wife, You And Me On The Rock

there's a song exploder podcast episode about it. she talks about how it's an homage to her good friend Joni Mitchell, how it's about this very feminine love she shares with her wife and daughter (and now also her son) and how she spent some of her youth grappling with that femininity.

speaking of song exploder!!!!!! the episode for Song For Our Daughter by Laura Marling

Laura Marling and her partner don't have children. this song is a hypothetical about the trauma of being a girl and having your boundaries crossed when you're young. but what absolutely destroys me is that there's a string section, which was written by a violinist to whom she gave creative liberty, and in his strings he says, "i wrote this to be the character of The Daughter, so she's here in the song soaring over everything" and it just. hearing the context and then listening to the song........i show this episode to anyone who's stuck in a car with me 25 minutes.

on the subject of music, of course there's Florence + The Machine's 2022 album Dance Fever, particularly King

like hell yeah let's get primal with it

and ok this is gonna clock my grew up as a theatre kid ass but still, to this day, Next To Normal.

listening to this show as a teenager who was just starting to hate my (wonderful awesome love her) mom was like......hoooooo. it blew open the my-parents-are-human empathy. idc about like whether or not this musical lives up to the insane hype it got in the late 2000s it just meant a lot to me personally.

also there's movies i guess! but if you're not already on the Everything Everywhere All At Once train idk what we're doing

then my oldest mom-centric media of all, so old that I'm not even sure how well it holds up to my current person sensibilities, Fruits Basket

the way her death is the inciting incident for everything that happens after, and how she's a ghost that haunts the rest of the story, at times a protective spirit and at other times a traumatic poltergeist, is like. i thought i was a 13yo reading a magical high school romance what's happening to me.

then of course the current rec, Priestdaddy by Patricia Lockwood

Lockwood is a poet and this is her memoir about growing up with a Catholic priest for a dad, something that in itself seems contradictory. it's phenomenal. i can't believe someone exists who's this good at writing. her relationship with her mother is hilariously, tenderly depicted and it's questioning and resentful and loving and there's a chapter about them called the cum queens of the hyatt palace and it's the funniest thing I've ever read

oops too many words

motherhood in media borders on fixation for me lol i don't always seek it out but when it's there I'm like AAAAAAAAH, AAAAAAAH AAAAAAAAAAAAH AAAAAH IS ANYONE ELSE SEEING THIS GRAAAAAHHHH!!!!

........oh and undertale. how could i forget Undertale.

#m2a #m2answers #not tagging all this shit lol yeah right!!!!! #i get into parent stuff in my writing every chance i freaking get #stream joat ch114 The Mother like comment subscribe for more toriel content

[brucenorris007]

All right, it seems that a. . . not insignificant number of people take issue, or at least are upset by, the reaction of Sonic and friends to Metal Sonic in the final story of Heroes.

Yes I did just reblog that specific post, scroll down a just a little for reference.

I think the anguish and angst of Metal's perspective of the situation definitely warrants exploration; and HELL YEAH if we got to see that in any official media. I do caution against vilifying Sonic and his friends for how they reacted to Metal Overlord, though; nuance, everyone, nuance. (Not saying that was the intended purpose of that other post, I've just seen takes like that get twisted in fandom a lot before and would prefer it nipped before anything starts. Far be for me to want to even try to preach, of course.)

Would Metal interpret all the smack talk thrown at it as genuine hatred, as ignoring what might be a very dramatic and destructive cry for help? Yes, it's certainly possible. But A) Sonic and friends don't hate Metal whatsoever, since even Omega, who based his entire personality around destroying Eggman robots, gently gathers Metal into his arms after everyone else leaves and B) that angst isn't really theirs to address.

Keep in mind, the titular Heroes of the game are all teenagers and kids who just heard Neo declare "All living things, kneel before your master!" before turning itself into a lightning rod to trigger a transformation into Metal Overlord. Mitigating that alarming statement and the aggression packaged with it is their first priority; and if that involves a smack down, that's kind of Sonic's style anyway.

As for the fact that they lob smack talk in the first place, well, group think is a thing; and Shadow, amnesiac or otherwise, and Omega are both quite proud creature who don't kowtow to anybody, to say nothing of Omega's animosity for anything Eggman made. And honestly, I think Sonic might have been less likely to throw around and encourage smack talk if Tails and the other kids hadn't been present.

But Cream, Charmy and Tails were present, and being the youngest, likely scared of Overlord who, let's be honest, looks fairly monstrous. The adventure up to the point of the Final Story took all of three days when they were all on the move; worn out and frightened, people like Vector and Sonic would've carried themselves a certain way.

"Hey little buddy, this is just business as usual; nothing to worry about, yeah?" etc.

As for the line everyone knows from the Super Sonic fight of this game "You thought you could defeat me by transforming into a monster" yeah, yes, absolutely that isn't going to help Metal's turmoil whatsoever.

BUT. Consider the events of Sonic's most recent adventures: Chaos' rage, simmering for thousands of years, threatened to destroy civilization when it was released. The Biolizard, fused with the ARK, was minutes away from destroying the planet.

By comparison: "Oh, this guy doesn't care about destroying things, they just want a piece of me; I can handle that eight days a week!" would probably feel like something of a relief and a step down in tension and stakes.

Sonic's not out to hurt Metal's feelings, he's just leaning into what he sees as a fight with a rival. That Metal's personal stakes on the fight are much, much higher than that isn't a fact he's really privy to.

And the ultimate question at the end of it all, when Neo reverts back to Metal and, using the last seconds of a voice box it has left to ask "Why can't I defeat you?"

That question isn't really for Sonic to answer. It's not for anyone to answer except maybe Metal's shitty dad. Because there isn't a single thing Sonic could say in that moment that wouldn't worsen Metal's angst. I think the nearest to helpful that Sonic might have been able to give Metal that doesn't break character would have been:

"Because you keep trying to be me; and you're not."

Say what you will about whether or not Sonic and friends listened to Metal during final story, but Metal was never going to be able to listen to any answer Sonic had for it, no matter how helpful.

Literally.

Metal's programmed to see Sonic as The Enemy of All; to the point of paranoia. Despite the fact that Sonic's open invitation for a rematch is his way of saying he's down to hang out, Metal cannot interpret anything Sonic says as anything less than mockery, an insult or a threat.

In fact, that actually why the whole plot of Heroes kicks off; Metal's obsession with Sonic, with conquering the 'threat' briefly superseded its loyalty to Eggman. That's how deeply ingrained its fear of Sonic, and the pre-packaged identity crisis that comes with it, is.

Because that's the way Eggman made Metal.

#Metal Sonic #Sonic Heroes #Sonic the Hedgehog #Mobile Identity Crisis #Some Guy #Eggman #Shitty Dad #brainworm #analysis

[zlobonessa]

well since the coup thing here just kinda sorta ended i guess i think this is as good time as ever to tell yall about my silly little modern au because why the hell not. i had this au for a while as a source for jokes but it just kept growing and growing untill. well I'm actually writing fic about (parts of) this but again it's in russian so i just want to outline the ideas. this is totally went off the rails but i like it that way

so

the catalyst of all is regurein of course

i have several variations of why the hell are they dating but one of my favourites is the one where they engage in passionate fight about twilight saga on the internet

joke about twilight saga belongs to koa. thanks koa.

the second favourite is about coffeeshop au set in two rivaling coffeeshops with questionable work practices and with money laundering probably happening in the background (or something worse?) of one of them

but anyway

reinhard's friends are taking the news very well

which means they are not, in fact, taking the news very well

julius is heartbroken

he has that wlw experience where your infinitely pretty incredibly smart unimaginably cool friend (homoerotic undertone) starts dating a guy who can be characterized only as Human Garbage

out of Friendly Concerns he and the others start the secret operation of Breaking Your Best Friend Relationships

they are not very successful

observing disgustingly sweet and/or horrifying dates with binoculars from the bushes does not bring any results

ferris suggested poisoning several times already

somewhere along the line felt is involved

she is neither the participant nor regurein's matchmaker but a secret third thing

(not entertained by any of this bullshit but forced to observe it)

probably is blackmailing julius

lye is also here

he is tagging along with regulus for some reasons idk i never thought it through

he and felt form unexpected friendship based on common annoyance of being forced to third wheel all this mess

perhaps they start the punk rock band???

the music is terrible

joshua thinks soo too

yes he is also here

he desperatly pretends to be a big fan

that's his late teenage rebellion

felt and lye do not like him anyway but it's not like they have a lot of fans so they keep him to buy them alcohol or something

when julius finds out he almost has a heart attack

and also regulus had some malicious plan all along! oh no!

but oh well he is not the smartest guy yknow

certainly NOT GOOD with being subtle

also has very Weird relationships with feelings

and accidentally catches them for reinhard for real

his mental stability: destroyed

but it's fine and reinhard keeps him anyway because he is absolutely bonkers

again julius is very close to an emergency room

but also in the (failed) attempt to stop this shitshow he Finds His True Love

emijulisuba happens! yay

bonded by spying and perhaps discussion ls of common crush on reinhard

so it's fine. it's totally fine. it's so fine he swears.

IN THE MEANTIME

the subplot happens. it involves wilhelm.

reinhard informs him that he has a boyfriend and plans to introduce him at the family dinner. in the desparate attempt to repair their broken relationships wilhelm decides that it's time to be An Ally

i'm giving him a lot of credit here but that's also a bit of copium for Me Personally so it's okay

so wilhelm googles "who are.gay people"

accidentally ends up on gay dating app

as an ally

matches with petelgeuse there

as an ally

has sex with him

as an ally

tries to think how exactly he is gonna tell reinhard that he has a new grandma now so he is forgiven

(that was a joke)

so reinhard comes to the manor/apartment/penthouse with regulus

and regulus and petelgeuse recognise each other because of course they do! they are colleagues! (or were something more? who know)

well now this is awkward

do you think somebody gets murdered here

credits roll

scene after credits: emilia finds out that her dead aunt and her somewhat-uncle who went out for milk years ago are actually both alive in complicated relationship and working in the coffeeshop-slash-money-laundering-scheme-slash-sect

#re zero #thanks for reading yes i'm unwell #emijulisuba #regurein #regulus corneas #reinhard van astrea

[cosmo-lexies]

A proper writeblr introduction

Hello people, you can call me Cosmo. I’m not a spacial doggy, no matter what the gossip says (I'm gonna turn this sentence in my new tagline). I have been around here for a while but I had never dared to do an introduction until now.

What can I say about me? I'm a Spaniard, my home is in Galician. I started to write in English to learn the language but I found out that I liked it.

I'm searching for other amateur writers. I'm really into urban fantasy, specially shapeshifters (you know, werewolves. I haven't gotten over Teen Wolf yet) and romance (with bi character is always better).

I have another blog for NSFW stories: @hotcosmo

My WIPS

Wolf Trip (My current WIP):

Senior year, the last chance to discover your true self before adult life. Jon was ready to enjoy it with epic plans: getting a spot on the basketball team, figuring out what university would be his new place the next fall, and of course, finding the absolute perfect prom date. But, seriously, since when do the plans of a seventeen-year-old boy work out as expected? Instead of parties and dealing with his new status like one of the popular kids, Jon found himself facing the fact that he's not your average human anymore. Romulo, the hot and strong young wolf who decided that Jon's essence was too irresistible not to spice up it with a little bite, had to deal with an emotional teen with a very aggressive newborn inside while they had to sprint across America to find a safe place where Jon can learn how to live in a world bigger than before. A world full of new creatures and magic where your position in the food chain may not be what you expected.

The Imperial Sorceress (complete):

Lady Dominica, High Sorceress of the Empire and the eldest of his coven, and his apprentice Ludovica have to confront a powerful semi-divine creature never seen before in imperial lands which is destroying the military forces of the empire and find out why the creature is helping the alliance of the Southern kingdoms to conquer the city of Lorencia.

Midnight rituals, season 1:

"A witch, a vampire, a werebear, and a human are in a clearing in the middle of a forest…" This could be the beginning of a bad joke or of a riddle; however, the witch was summoning an ancient demon while the human tried to avoid it; the witch and the vampire were in love but they fight more than anything else, and the werebear, well, he is there being a very handsome guy and tried to no one ended up dead. The peace of the small town of Santo Hills (Pennsylvania) is in danger and only the hardly credible team of four supernatural teenagers has some opportunity to avoid a massacre in the town.

Dylan, season 1:

"Do you know this feeling of whatever you do, you're going to fuck it? For me, it's not a feeling it's my day-to-day. Hooking up with someone older, yelling at my social worker, or kissing a girl for whom I feel nothing is only a small part of my problems. The big part is my powers which my family knows nothing about. Fuck, I don't know how I survive until graduation. I should talk to them, should I? Ahhh, fucking l…"

Malicious Wood:

"After Ragnarök, paradise emerged, Yggdrasil blossomed from its ashes, and a new pantheon was constructed, ushering in a new era. But time passed and nothing in this world was created to be at peace forever. Asktré accompanied by his sons Lunnec and Fenrir, return home after an arduous and fruitless journey. Against Aktré's wishes, they are unexpectedly drawn into the investigation of a series of mysterious murders in Odinia, Midgar. Could an Ashman and two hybrids discover the truth behind these heinous crimes? Malicious Wood serves as an enthralling introduction to New Yggdrasil a world base on Norse mythology post-Ragnarök where the delicate balance between Realms is starting to change. Can those born of an old world save a new one?"

#writeblr #writing #writers on tumblr #creative writing #writers #fantasy #books #writeblr community #writing community #writer things #introduction post #introductory post #lgtbq #cosmo-lexies #hotcosmo

[grassbreads]

Tell me how I, the gal with terminal "can't stop thinking about Tai Sui" disease, read hundreds of thousands of words of Mo Du over the course of months, starting right after I finished Tai Sui, yet it took me until right now in this instant to put together the Fei Du->Zhou Ying parallel

Like. Here's the favored son of a man who is incredibly powerful and morally bankrupt. He hates his dad and would be quite happy to commit patricide, should he get the opportunity, but he doesn't directly do so because it wouldn't suit his schemes. He has spent his entire life since his teenage years painstakingly putting together the chess pieces necessary to both destroy his dad and unravel the truth of a grand unknowable conspiracy that has haunted his entire life. He's a genius and the way his mind works is utterly incomprehensible to everyone else in the world, even those who know and love him best. The right kind of placid smile from him can be the most terrifying thing anybody has ever seen. He is willing to use himself up and toss himself out completely if it is the means to the final end of his schemes.

It's just that with Fei Du, the whole point of him is that he's not nearly so terrible as he thinks he is. He's not a psychopath. He's not cruel, regardless of how much empathy he may or may not naturally have. He's just spectacularly traumatized by his childhood. And the presence of Luo Wenzhou in his life both saves him from spiraling down into his original epic self-destructive plot and allows him to access his buried human emotions.

Then, 5 years later, Priest came back to revisit some of the same ideas and turn absolutely all of them up to eleven. She wrote a man who doesn't just think differently from others, but who perceives the world so wildly differently from anyone else that his experience of existence is utterly incomprehensible to his peers. She wrote a patricidal prince who doesn't just want to destroy his father and his company, then tear out the truth of a criminal conspiracy, but rather wants to destroy his father and his entire country, then tear out the truth of the sky itself. She wrote a man who genuinely doesn't give a single damn about anyone other than himself and his tiny tiny selection of loved ones. Who would destroy the entire world in a fit of vengeance and who uses his own willingness to kill innocents as leverage against others. She wrote a man who plans to achieve his goals by way of epic self destruction and does exactly that, leaving the main character's loss of him as the central beating tragedy in the otherwise best possible ending.

She also wrote a story in which, when Zhou Ying's closest and most loved person realizes the dark and scheming truth of him, rather than saying "I can fix him; I don't think he's really so bad," he says "yeah, this is my cousin and he's a terrible menace who tries to destroy the world sometimes. I love him more than anything."

You can absolutely see how Priest's interest in similar ideas informed both characters. It's just that Fei Chengyu didn't succeed in raising his perfect little sociopath successor, but Emperor Taiming and the demons of the impassible sea absolutely succeeded in Jokerizing Prince Zhuang. They just couldn't possibly anticipate the kind of monster that the demon of the east sea would become.

#ok technically this is a bit of a called shot for me about Fei Du #I'm still in the middle of book 5 #but like. he's not gonna die or go full evil. he's the love interest in a danmei #and the story up until this point has VERY clearly been about lwz showing Fei Du how human he still is #and pulling him back from the brink of something dark #it's an I can fix him romance #so it'd make no sense for the story to make a sudden 180. and I think priest knows better #mo du is about a good man trying to force himself into darkness and being saved #and about how he never realized how much he wanted that salvation. but he did want it. it drew him to lwz I think #tai sui. as others have said. is about the tragedy of trying to save someone that GENUINELY does not want to be saved #that shakes off your attempts to help them whenever possible and is genuinely good at doing so #idk man I just love fucked up little guys #tai sui #mo du #silent reading #fei du #zhou ying #prince zhuang #andie reads silently #also side note. but it was SO hard to decide which blog to put this on lol #it's part of my mo du liveblog. which goes on main #but also tai sui meta. which goes on morethanwonderful #augh. #long post #tai sui spoilers

[asoiaf-essays-collector]

Baratheons to blame

You know what? When talking about the shit happened to Westeros people usually blame Ned Stark for his insane moral code and political incompetence, Lannisters for being, well, Lannisters, Robb Stark for his naivety, sometimes Sansa Stark for trusting Cersei.

And I've yet to see even one essay dedicated to Baratheons. One of them was butchering the whole country for a decade, others chose to be literal children effectively giving Westeros to Lannisters.

So let's talk about this.

Robert Baratheon.

Well, say it wasn't his mistake to become a king - Baratheons are related to Targaryens, he had people supporting him and loving him, he was known amongst little folks. Even without political intelligence he was a legit option and perhaps the only one that wouldn't raise any question or create an opposition immediately.

Let's say even marrying Cersei wasn't a political mistake at that time - new dynasty needed gold and supplies, winter was coming soon, and Robert needed all the Great Houses support he could get.

But after that? It's inexcusable.

Many words were written I won't repeat them. My biggest issues are - 6 millions debt, not listening to advisers or at least Jon Arryn and later Ned and giving Storm's End to Renly. How the hell the latter happened and what were the reasons - I still don't understand the mechanism.

But Robert didn't care, didn't listen, he created the state of Westeros that it is now, it's a simple constant and starting point of the series, let's move on.

Renly and Stannis Baratheon.

It was the simple equation. The easiest one.

Tywin Lannister had his 12 000 people in Harrenhal plus an abstract army that was still being gathering in Lannisport - so let's say there were 16 000 people total. 20 000 max.

King's Landing was unprotected af.

Robb was also against Lannisters with his 25 000 people or something around this (and he was also theoretically okay with Stannis as a king).

Stannis had his ships and war strategy skills (and dark magic, but no one knew yet).

Renly had more than 90 000 people.

The simplest solution should be to combine Baratheons, annihilate Lannisters and King's Landing and then discuss the terms of sovereignity or allegiances between themselves. They had no bad blood between them and Robb, just childish grudges amongst Renly and Stannis.

Maybe - even if they didn't agree they could just attack Lannisters from different frontlines and then fight amongst themselves - stupid but still reasonable.

You know - "let's deal with the biggest issue first" style.

But no.

Renly decided to become a king literally out of nowhere - he said so himself. Stannis instead of being smart about it held onto stupid grudges against literally everyone. Oh, his brother didn't love him enough, oh, Ned Stark saved his life just because Robert told him so, oh, Renly took his Storm's End, even the Seven did him wrong! Just put on some big boy pants, man!

I know that that's the whole point of their conflict - it's in Catelyn's chapters, but it just frustrates me af.

Robert was just a bad ruler - that happens, I'm sure there were lots of unfit rulers in Westerosi history.

Ned made a mistake of trusting people he shouldn't had - but he was also very new to all of this shit. Man tried to do something but then failed - that happens sometimes.

Robb basically also made a mistake of underestimating enemy's vile and Frey's disloyalty. Stupid, yes, but he also tried to do something while being inexperienced teenage boy.

Lannisters? Vile, atrocious and horrible people - politically smart and looking out for their family's best interests. Understandable.

Blaming a child - just ridiculous.

But these two? Both adults, having either military or state experience? Just doing fucking nothing because of stubbornness and absolutely childish grudges against each other? While knowing that this war was destroying the whole country? That people are being killed? That Lannisters are getting stronger, not weaker?

That's not even stupid, that's just inadequate.

Amongst all the horrors and injustice happening in Westeros Robert, Stannis and Renly are simply the worst

(well, after the mountain and boltons, but you get the point. stop blaming ned)

#i'm sure that there will be some experts who can prove me wrong #maybe i'm missing something #but i'm a simple reader #and for simple reader it looks like this #asoiaf #asoiaf reread #stannis baratheon #renly baratheon #robert baratheon

[stevetonyweekly]

SteveTony Weekly - December 25th

Happy Holidays if you’re celebrating and if not--Happy Sunday! Here’s what I’ve read this week. Enjoy and remember to leave your author comments/kudos. 

***Marks my recent favorites 

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this is how by Areiton

This is how the world ends:

Gaps in the code.

 you'll remember me by Areiton

Tony closes his eyes and wonders, a brief sharp sting of pain, if Steve's watching tonight.

If he still likes to drink his whiskey and coke and pick out winners before they are announced, if his eyes still light up when he watches a movie.

Tony licks his lips and pushes the thought down away, where it can't hurt him, where it won't show on his face. Because he won't show it, not here, not where the entire world is watching.

It's his.

Just his.

  Teenage Dream by Etharei

"That," says Tony, tone unmistakably smug despite his split lip, "is Captain America. Who, by the way, happens to be my godfather."

LOOOOOOVED this so much. 

Possess by romanoff

Tony and Steve take a night for themselves to just relax. It goes exactly as planned, and then some.

(If anyone asks, Steve is absolutely not a sucker for blissed out Tony. Absolutely not.)

For Sentimental Reasons by BlossomsintheMist

Ultimates Steve and Tony have hard lives--and they end up relaxing together. It turns into a habit. Non-sexual submission with service top Steve and sub Tony.

Steve is just so soft with Tony and I love it. 

Stress Reliever by RebelSpaceOddity

The first touch of the man’s hands on Tony’s bare flesh is like the day he brought Dum-E to life: it’s a leap forward, and it’s something he can never step back from. Pepper was so, so right; he needed this.

The masseur looking like a golden Adonis was just a bonus, really.

(Plot? What's that?)

I'll Give You Rest by MusicalLuna 

Steve wants to repay Tony for taking care of his wings. It takes a little creativity.

Baking Powder by dara3008

Steve witnesses a strange sight in the middle of the night... Tony Stark baking. Maybe it's time to get to know the man better.

The Counselors Are In by valdomarx

Steve and Tony from Avengers Assemble open a counseling service for all the other Steves and Tonys from across the multiverse. God knows they need it.

Ad Infinitum by vorkosigan

After incidentally inhaling timefog (or an MCU equivalent thereof), Tony and Steve, stuck on different sides of the world, start sharing dreams. Only, these aren't your regular dreams; these seem to be echoes of all the shit that tends to happen to other Tonys and Steves all across the multiverse. But a side effect is, they slowly become aware of each other's feelings in this universe too. Only, who would believe such a thing is even possible? Tony, for one, thinks it's bullshit; going crazy seems like a way more plausible explanation.

What the History Books Don't Teach You by Neverever

Tony might destroy his friendship with Steve when he has a strong reaction to Steve's undercover costume as a booth babe representing Stark Industries. He really does love Steve for his mind, not just the booty shorts.

The Winged Soul by inukagome15

It wasn't until he was three that he realized he was different and no one else could see the wings.

And the World Keeps Spinning by Perpetual Motion (perpetfic)

He considers everything he knows. His keys don't work. Bucky's in his apartment. There's a gun to his head. He doesn't have his phone or his Avengers tag. "I died."

Off Grid by Letterblade

Steve and Tony go camping, bears are the greatest threat facing America, and tick tweezers are the best invention of the decade.

I’ve read this before but it’s just. So lovely. I don’t even like camping. 

Google this! by dorcas_gustine

Ah, the wonders of the Internet!

The Libertine by Sineala

Steve and Tony have both made certain assumptions about each other. You know what they say about assuming things.

Stronger Together by Neverever 

Steve has to fight on new battlegrounds to save Tony when Tony is terribly injured in a fight and it's revealed that they're secretly married.

It’s Not the Mountain We Conquer by Darkyu

Steve Rogers was known to be an honest man. And, really, he is. But even Captain America has his limits and Tony is well known for challenging them.

Steve, after trying it all, decides that he needs to try a different tactic to get Tony to quit stubbornly denying the love that they have for each other.

Luckily for Steve, he has some powerful friends in the magic field that could offer him a final solution to his problem.

Bright As You Can by Sineala

When Steve shows up at Tony's penthouse for one of their usual no-strings-attached dalliances, he's sure as hell not expecting to find a second Tony waiting for him. And they're both interested in keeping him company.

Never Gonna Happen by Annehiggins

Tony Stark never really believed Steve Rogers would actually marry him, but he'd never dreamed it would be because Bucky Barnes turned up alive on their wedding day. Takes into account all pre-Winter Soldier movies except Tony and Pepper broke up between The Avengers and Iron Man 3 for the usual reasons.

Man Behind the Mouth-Slit by Amuly

Tony Stark is dating the amazing, wonderful, attentive Steve Rogers, AKA Captain America. Only problem is, Tony Stark is AKA Iron Man, AKA crime-fighting partner of Steve Rogers AKA Captain America... and Steve doesn't know it. Tony Stark thinks it's for the best: Steve likes knowing his boyfriend is out of harm's way. Janet van Dyne, on the other hand, has a wholly different opinion on the matter. And the determination and strength of will to make her opinion the right one.

#stevetony #stevetony weekly #stevetony fic recs #stevetony fic #stony #stony fics #stony fic recs #Steve Rogers #tony stark #captain america #Iron Man

[absolutebl]

Hello, absolutely floored with your bl knowledge, most of the stuff that I plan on watching comes from your blog only... I am currently in the midst of watching a lot of Japanese bl, really love what they do. I finished The End Of The World With You yesterday and I really like it (it was weird in some places), what are you views about it? Similar recommendations please?

The End Of The World, With You AKA Bokura no Micro na Shuumatsu

Japan 2023 Gaga

My rating: 6/10

Trailer here

In 10 days, the world will be destroyed by a meteor. Masumi decides to spend his remaining time in his favorite place, the library of his alma mater. Unfortunately, there he meets the player who broke his heart. This then turns into a queer road trip along with a sister (who isn't) and a teenage stalker (who kinda is).

It’s racier, gayer, and has better kissing than I was expecting but it's also dark. The characters are all chaotic and flawed and traumatized and unpleasant and I didn't much like it.

Does it end happy? Who really cares. Must you, Japan?

So, erm, yeah. I clearly wasn't wild about it.

Similar recommendations?

You know me, I don't have to like a thing to be able to suggest more like it.

I think your taste aligns with the question I just answered, so I suggest picking from their list.

Also you might be into a style of BL that I call Japan's "moody arthouse smackdoodle." Talked about here:

Good luck!

#asked and answered #japanese bl #adapted from a manga #live action yaoi #moody arthouse smackdoodle #oh japan must you