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barkspawn · 1 year

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"I'm crazy about you" With Sebby?🥺

Hint: It's a frozen tear

this was amazingly fun, so thank you!

Amelia had just finished with her morning chores and sorting her haul from the mines yesterday. She took Harvey some coffee and dropped off a small amethyst cluster to Abigail. As she walked out of Pierre's, she took a breath, noting that Sam and Sebastian were hanging out by the river. She didn't realize she was smiling to herself until at least a minute later. Sam was skating while Sebastian leaned against the tree, his sleeves pulled up to his elbows in the growing heat.

She couldn't deny that she had a massive crush on one of her best friends, but she wouldn't ever tell anyone at the risk of ruining everything. But still, every accidental touch or drunken hug goodnight sent sparks flying through her entire body.

For Yoba’s sake, he complimented her at the flower dance and she was almost certain that her face burned as red as the roses. She wanted to ask him to dance, but let's be honest, there was no way that he and Abigail didn't like one another. Abby made no attempt to keep it a secret and Sebastian seemed to be okay with it.

Maybe he just stopped trying to stop her… It's not like she touches him. He's not exactly an affectionate guy.

Well, not in public. She couldn't speak for how he'd act alone or with someone he has feelings for. She shook her head, forcing the thought away as she turned toward the community center.

── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──

Sam landed the kickflip, arms raised in triumph. He’d been trying to show Seb for an hour how he nailed it. Sebastian gave him a small but genuine smile.

“Hey, that's awesome!” he called to Sam, who was skating back to him. Sebastian pulled out his cigarettes, placing one between his lips before cupping his hand around the tip and lighting it. He took a long drag and held it there for a moment before exhaling upwards in a long, slow breath.

── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──

Amelia grinned as she completed one of the full bundles, watching as the junimos danced at her feet in thanks. She laughed as they chirped, adding another star to the large placard on the wall. She gave them all a small wave, promising to be back again soon to supply more goods.

── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──

As Sam ran up to Sebastian, he laughed, “so I mastered my thing like I said I would,” he smirked, crossing his arms, “did you do what you said and just tell her you like her?”

Sebastian choked on his breath, the smoke still in his lungs protesting his shock. Sam patted him on the back, laughing and shaking his head, “dude, seriously,” Sam added as Sebastian regained control of his breathing and sent a glare to Sam, “I really think she's into you.”

“There’s no way you could know that,” Sebastian shot back, his voice still gravelly from the choking. He pinched off the lit edge of the tobacco and stepped it out before putting the mostly unsmoked cigarette back into the pack. The topic alone made him anxious. He knew he was in trouble the very night they met. Her smile lit the whole room and he lost his cool, stuttering and mumbling like an idiot. Unfortunately, Sam noticed immediately.

“Seb, you won't know if you do-”

Sebastian cut him off with a dramatic groan.

Amelia had been just about to turn around the corner of Emily and Hailey's house when she heard him groan. She hesitated, not wanting to intrude if it was something private. But her curiosity stopped her feet from moving forward.

“Sam, it would ruin the whole group and you know it. It would be ridiculously awkward if she rejected me,” Sebastian protested, running his hand back through his hair.

Oh. He's talking about Abigail. Maybe I should come back…

Despite the desire to run as far away as she could and brood, she kept still.

“Besides, how do you even tell someone that?” Sebastian continued, clearly getting himself worked up and frustrated. He pulled out the cigarette to finish and seemed to forget to light it as he just held it between his fingers.

Amelia always figured he would be super suave and smooth when it comes to flirting. Hell, she’d been on the receiving end of one of his pranks before, experiencing that devilish smirk of his. It was ridiculously attractive, though she would never admit it aloud. She took a breath, suddenly feeling bad for eavesdropping. She collected herself before stepping out as if she was just strolling along, though not before Sebastian continued.

“Just walk up to her and say ‘hey, Ames, figured you should know I'm fucking crazy about you,’ and then what? Just see what she says? Because that's terrifying .”

Amelia had frozen in her tracks, not 5 feet behind Sebastian. Sam looked between her and Sebastian, who was completely oblivious.

“Well, uh,” Sam cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck, “I'm pretty sure that's exactly how it's going to go…” he gestured behind the other man.

Sebastian froze, all color draining from his face. Sam held his hands up and bit his lower lip awkwardly, “uh, I guess you guys should talk,” he pointed over his shoulder toward the forest, “I'm going to… Skate... In the woods?”

Sam all but ran away as the two stood frozen before Sebastian finally built up the nerve to turn, the slight frown he held making Amelia’s racing heart sink just a little.

There's no way.

She repeated the phrase in her head over and over again, until Sebastian ran his hand back through his hair. It seemed like he couldn't look at her, while she couldn't peel her eyes away. It was an eternity before either of them spoke.

“Ames, I'm so sorry-”

“-you can say it,” she started, not intending to cut him off. Her heart raced at record speed, but if she didn't find out now, when?

Finally, his eyes met hers, expression trapped between humiliation and confusion. When he didn't say anything, she couldn't stop herself from rambling.

“You were worried about what I’d say,” she started, subconsciously taking a small step forward as she nervously toyed with the ring on her middle finger, “and I'm here, so you'll know… If you say it.”

Her voice trailed off at the end, embarrassed. It was a long moment before either of them even moved. The color returned to his cheeks in the form of a blush that had to have matched hers.

After an eternity, he spoke up tentatively, “I, uh, I'm kind of crazy about you,” his face contorted as the words came out, “That's such a dumb way to put it. I guess I'm just trying to tell you that I like you, like… a lot. ”

He went back to being unable to meet her eyes, pacing a bit as his nerves started building back up, “I mean I guess it makes sense? To be crazy about you… Because I literally think about you constantly. And whenever you're around I'm just happier, which is… Weird,” he continued as Amelia just watched in awe.

“Seb…”

“I mean I don't even want to move to Zuzu anymore because I could see myself happy here… And that all started when we met. I'm really not used to–”

“ Seb, ” she cut him off, stepping forward and gently touching his arm, just above his wrist. He stopped, taking a breath as he looked down at her, a little bit of panic behind his eyes.

She knew he was tall, but had never been close enough to compare just how tall he was. Her hand lingered at his wrist, shaking as her fingertips trailed down, lacing her hand with his.

“I figured you should know,” she spoke, her voice almost inaudible, the tension she felt fading a bit when his hand tightened around hers. She used the sliver of confidence to look up at him, the words almost lost before she could say them, “I'm fucking crazy about you.”

His eyes widened slightly, unable to stop a smile from forming on his lips. Somehow, he wasn't mad that she was picking on him.

Her smile mirrored his as he tried a few times to say something, but no words came. He let out a small laugh before she smacked his chest with the hand not with his.

“Don’t laugh at me!” she pouted, not even realizing her hand had lingered on his chest, his heartbeat seeming to race like hers. She toyed with the aglet of the string as a hint of that smirk played at his lips. Had she moved closer? Had he?

Maybe both of them had, their bodies nearly close enough to touch.

“Not laughing at you… It's just…” he paused, seeming to notice their proximity. He glanced at her lower lip as she pulled it between her teeth, his eyes moving back to her eyes. To his surprise, she was staring at his lips, her cheeks tinged pink as she met his eyes again. Taking the chance, he leaned in, just a little as he finished his thought, “you stole my line.”

He barely had time to gauge her reaction before she pulled him down to her by two fistfuls of his hoodie, her lips crashing to his. Sparks exploded between the two, leaving goosebumps and tingles in their wake.

Amelia stood on her toes, her arms wrapping around his neck to steady herself as she lost herself in the kiss. He hummed in approval as she ran her fingers back through his hair.

He held her against him, his hands on her hips. As his confidence settled, his tongue grazed her lower lip, wanting this to last so much longer.

She smirked against his lips before pulling back, rocking back in her heels for a moment, relishing in the sad puppy look on his face.

“Take me on a date, Seb,” she breathed, her voice still shakier than she desired, “then we can do this to our hearts’ content,” she shifted to whisper, “I saw Jodi in the window. The whole town will know in less than five minutes.”

Sebastian let himself laugh, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, “I could take you for dinner right now,” he gestured upward, “the sun is going down, and honestly, I'm not feeling very patient.”

She laughed and rolled her eyes, slipping her hand into his, “you're lucky I'm starving. And I bought you a gift.”

He smiled genuinely, nearly tripping over the flower bed along the sisters’ house because he couldn't focus on anything but her right now. Amelia laughed aloud, shaking her head, “you okay over there?”

He shifted so his arm draped around her until they got to the door of the saloon, which he of course held for her, speaking quietly to her as she passed, “I'm great, just a little crazy remember?”

She nudged him, curling her lip up in fake disgust as he chuckled and bent to kiss the top of her head, gaining a few curious looks as she teased, “you're such a dork.”

#sebastian sdv #stardew valley sebastian #stardew sebastian #sdv sebastian #sebastian stardew valley #sebastian x farmer #sdv #sdv fanfic #stardew valley fanfic #stardew #stardew valley #stardew fanfic #oh look a one-shot #barkspawn oneshot

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 2 years

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I'm obsessed with Bruce being an awkward dork

Bruce watched you talking to Harvey Dent and quietly had to remind himself that you didn't owe him your attention- Not that you were ignoring him. You never did.

But you were flirting with Harvey. And it irritated him now just as much as it did in high school. And worse, Harvey was flirting back.

He sipped his glass of champagne and turned to talk with someone at his elbow, fighting the urge to charge over there and insert himself into the conversation- one, it was rude. And two, it was unnecessary. He'd never told you he liked you. Not when he was 12 and not before you left to take your first job offer. And not tonight when you walked into the party looking so beautiful that he thought his heart stopped for a second

As far as matches went, Bruce figured you could do worse- if you were looking for a husband. Harvey worked in the open. In broad daylight. His job dovetailed nicely to yours. Solving problems on two fronts- the two of you would make a nice poster couple for a better, brighter Gotham. But that didn't mean he had to like it. Just like he hadn't liked a lot of things he hadn't been able to change.

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"I assure you, Miss Y/N it's no trouble at all if you stay for dinner while you work on the project with Master Bruce-"

Bruce grinned where he was hiding. Waiting to jump out and scare you. Wanting to see if he'd gotten any sneakier. You had good ears. And he was glad Alfred had taken you to call your mother. To tell her that you would be too late for supper and you had a ride home.

"Thank you," you tell Alfred, face heating. "I didn't think it would take so-"

Bruce jumped out and grabbed your shoulders, only to almost immediately find the side of his face throbbing and be faced with someone ready to fight- "Ow," Bruce protested, reeling back and holding his hands out, "Y/N, that's- ow."

He was grateful when Alfred stepped into the way, deftly stopping you from actually fighting him- though that wasn't necessary. The initial fear and fury quickly became outright anxiety and contrition when you realized you hurt your friend.

"Oh my god, shit- I'm sorry I didn't think," you stammer, wheezing, "Are you okay?"

"That was poorly done, Master Bruce," Alfred scolded, looking at the cheekbone you'd smashed the back of your head into, deciding he'd live.

"I'm fine," Bruce said jerking his head out of Alfred's hand, pouting. "I just wanted to see if I could sneak up on-"

"I'd say you managed it," Alfred said dryly before looking at you where you were slowly backing away from both of them, wrapping your arms around yourself. "Are you alright, my dear?"

"Fine," you murmur, looking away, fighting the impulse to rub your chest where it feels tight right behind your sternum.

"You don't look alright," Alfred said, frowning.

"I'm fine," you insist, "I- I should- should I go get some ice?" If you're helpful no one is going to yell at you, right?

"You should sit down," Alfred said sternly, "I'll just go and get ice and perhaps some lemonade."

You nod and sink into a chair feeling stupid and Bruce feels horribly guilty, edging closer to you slowly, "How'd you move so fast?" Bruce asked as Alfred left. "I hardly touched you."

"I don't know," you murmur, forcing yourself to take a deep breath and wrapping your arms around yourself a little tighter.

"I'm sorry," Bruce said softly.

"It's not your fault. Is your face okay?"

"Fine," Bruce lied. Now that the shock had worn off it throbbed. But you looked like you'd be sick if he told you that. And it bothered him more than the pain in his face.

#Bruce Wayne #Bruce Wayne x reader #ask answered #sweetie!reader #minors dni

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arobinwithoutbatman · 3 days

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((Alrighty! I'm showered and clean and teaching my hair to do it's wavy thing! Time to read through more of Knightfall! Volume 2 I believe I'm up to

OH. OKAY. JUST THROW BATMAN'S BROKEN BODY INTO THE STREETS!

Cool, Scarecrow adn Joker aren't seeing eye to eye, hate that. That's going to end in disaster when Bane has already fucked up the city by showing them Batman's broken body

...I'm sorry. Is Joker fucking IMMUNE TO FEAR GAS?!

Oof poor Tim. Boy is understandably worried about losing Bruce and Batman

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...sudden art style change? Like. Very scratchy and scribbly. Incomplete almost... either this is supposed to represent what is coming through to a comatose Bruce or this issue was rushed

Okay going back in time a little. 3 weeks previous

And Two Face is having an episode

And of course Bruce was all "Nope, you're not coming Tim, it's not safe"

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Yeha you really should have let Tim come along, you probably would've had some help in that water fight

Ah. Still mad about Batman changing the terms of their alliance whihc... entirely fair honestly

Bruce. Tim just saved your life. There were very few options to save you and keep Harvey alive and he had to make a split second call where there were no good choices

Oh thank fuck, Bruce woke up and even corrected himself and look at Tim sob! My baby!

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Oof, Bruce is understandably taking this so hard

Oh heeeyyyy Selina. Don't work for Bane. I love you, don't do it

Also, Shondra? Maybe you shouldn't kiss your patient? That's a lil weird

Time for Jean-Paul to step into the role of Batman for a bit though I do love that Tim's first thought was to ask Dick and Bruce immediately said "no he's his own person and has his own responsibilities"

Hm... little early to be thinking that you should spill everything to Shondra. Think on it some more first, Bruce

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Really? You're gonna trust that flyer? There's so many red flags here

Oh! And we're looking at virtual reality. Cool! This is not going to end well and given the cover art, Scarecrow is gonna pop up any second!

Hey Jean? Maybe don't immediately break all of those rules? Some of those are for your safety

Oh hey Lonnie

Okay cool, Scarecrow's doing some casual brainwashing with fear! That... typically doesn't work very well and has some awful side effects!

I mean... you're not entirely wrong, Lonnie. But also, you don't know that there's someone else under the cowl at the moment

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Hoo boy, the fear conditioning is... definitely something. It's holding for now and will continue to hold cause comic book logic

And Jean Paul, you're hitting too hard and this mantle is already getting to your head. You're desperately needed but you're 100% gonna flip shit at some point

So they're painting Scarecrow as a weird guy who was ultimately very poor and also kind of generally awful? And he believes people would've listened to him if he could hoard more books and he had money? Buddy... you literally randomly chase birds and shot flowers as part of a discussion about the psychology of guns. You had some other stuff going on

Ooohhh boy. Total chaos. And someone's lil gas container fell into the sewers. That's... ooohhhh that's a poisoned water supply and sewage line

Not surprised Lonnie knows how hypnosis and conditioning work and even uses those tactics themselves

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At least Jean Paul knows to keep himself in check. He can't kill whilst wearing the cowl and shouldn't kill at all

Oooohhhh shit, Anarky's gonna set off Azrael

Okay not entirely. He's off kilter but he... can't feel the fear fully? Oof

But he's definitely off kilter and he'd better take Tim out with him next time. He was willing to let a boy die to take out Scarecrow

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Scary in all the wrong ways isn't a bad description, Tim

Hoo boy, Jean Paul is gonna get into trouble

And all while Jack and Shondra are about to be held up in the Drake house with Tim out on patrol

You tried, Bruce, you really tried

And Tim you really need to tell Bruce about Jean Paul going off the rails because he's a danger to everyone including himself rn

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Tim's so tired, he hasn't even noticed his dad is missing

Eeeyyyy Oracle! Barbara my Queen!

Yeah Jean Paul is definitely losing control

Cool Bruce, Alfred and Selina on their way to Bane's home. Tim's just found out his dad is missing and Jean Paul is absolutely slipping back into his old programming

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Snrrrk Gordon not expecting Jean Paul to still be there before he's done talking

Tim's so alone rn poor boy

...Jean Paul released them?! To follow them back to Bane?! Clever but wtf?!?!

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Hoo boy. You lived this time JP by pure luck but you're terrifying Gotham and wrecking the reputation

Jean Paul is definitely falling back into whatever his old programming was and he's just out for blood. For a crusade

Eeeeyyy Nightwing! Big brother to the rescue!

-.- You look like you stepped out of a mecha anime, my guy

Welp. Bruce is gonna have a hell of a time getting the city to trust him again when he's able to take the cowl back

He might have resisted the impulse to kill but I certainly wouldn't continue to trust him, Tim

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....I'm taking a test at the library tomorrow and then i might linger long enough to read the next volume if I'm not totally exhausted mentally

#ooc #wic liveblogs her comics journey

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the-woild-is-y-erster · 9 months

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ok since @watch-me-stand-watch-me-run was the one who asked this is mostly for you but like

gather round the campfire, children

cw/tw violence, abuse, child abuse, might add more after

this is gonna be really really long lol hold on to your butts, brochachos

ok so his given name was micheal sauveterre, his family wasnt nobility, but they werent poor either. he was born in 1883, and is sixteen when the strike starts.

no word of a lie, i cannot for the life of me decide if i want him in the livesies or 92sies-verse, so i kind of just go back and forth in my head lol

so he grew up in a pretty well off family, but his parents were severly abusive. they would beat him and his brother, telling them they deserved it for being ungrateful. his older brother spencer was the favorite child, always got the special privileges. they both did well in school, until micheal was 12. his brother went off to a fancy college in virginia, and he was left alone with his parents. his dad tried to make nice by teaching micheal self defense and giving him a switchblade with his initials on it. one night, micheal snapped, finally having enough with his parents abuse, and ran away. he lived on the streets for a year, joined a circus that was in town as a acrobat and knife thrower, but didn't go with the circus when they left.

shortly after the circus, micheal was left starving on the streets again, and had to steal food to survive. snyder caught him, but micheal slipped away. in the chase, snyder grabbed him and gave him the scar on his face, taking him to the refuge for a few months after.

a manhattan newsie (havent decided who, maybe skittery or blink) saw him on the streets and offered him a job. manhattan was too close to where micheals parents lived, so he asked if there was anywhere else he could get a job.

the newsie told him about all the distribution gates for all the papers, and all the different boroughs. the leader of queens at the time (i didnt know who it actually was in the show so hes an oc ig too) Crush, was an ass and treated his boys like dirt, so micheal made his way over to queens.

crush refused to let micheal sleep in the lodging house at first, so he just hung around, watching. after a week or two of being there, he and the newsie who acted as queens' medic, Jade, came up with a plan to overthrow crush. long story short, crush found out, tried to shoot micheal in an alley, hit his side, and micheal walked out with a brand new pistol, not to mention title.

he hated his old name, so he changed it to Ezekiel, Eel for short. crowning himself the King of Queens, and a new era of ruling came along.

sketch break lmao (i love this one sm)

ok so he became really close friends with manhattan newsies, despite being on the other side of the bridge from them. might have had a teeny tiny crush on spot, but once he saw race did too he immediately started trying to get sprace together lol

jack takes him to see medda, and she takes one look at him and goes "hmm, this boy needs a mother figure" and takes him under her wing. once she learns abt his time at the circus, she offers to let him be in some of her shows for some extra money.

he only wears the tutu outfit sometimes, mostly to make the guys laugh, but he likes the makeup and he really enjoys the stage, but would never leave queens fully, so medda's is mostly just for fun and when he needs to de-stress.

his second is named Shoe (another oc lmao) Shoe's real name is Harvey, but he only lets Eel call him that, and thats mostly only when hes in trouble lol

i dont have any sketches of shoe yet but i will i prommy<3

eel and shoe are dating<3 and the flushing lodging house's owner has basically adopted them. her name is Eden, shes italian, and she taught eel italian along with his french from his family, but they only speak it in private because people werent really accepting of 'foreign' things

anyway if i remember anything else ill put it later

yeah! thats eel/zeke, i love him dearly<3

#newsies #92sies #livesies #newsies oc #i have a few more sketches of him lol #ezekiel 'eel' 'zeke'#woof i need to update this lmfao

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chasingpj · 3 years

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𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞

"You’re really sweet, water boy.”

pairing: percy jackson x child of hecate!reader

words: 5,379

warnings: angsty, mentions of breaking down, one curse word

timeline: post sea of monsters

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a/n: hi hi! I hope you guys like this chapter. If you have any feedback let me know. i've read this chapter over like 1,000 times while editing so i can't even give my own opinion on this chapter lol. i hope someone likes it at least cause i'm a little iffy about this one.

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“Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality!”

The singing voices of the Apollo cabin harmonize as Atticus stands in the middle of their cabin, eyes closed with his arms swaying side to side in the air. You sit against the window frame at the end of the room, your lips curl in a soft smile as Harvey prances around his feet, enjoying the spotlight as much as Atticus is. You were glad that Atticus was still up for karaoke night despite his mood. Although you didn’t plan on coming yourself, you had hoped that he would as he needed it as an outlet to let loose. A part of you wasn’t surprised when Atticus was begging you to come with him, insisting that your plan of staying in and sleeping early was too lame for a Friday night at camp. You didn't want to make him upset so you decided to suck it up and go with him. Besides, you did need to get out.

The past few days, you’ve had your nose in books, drowning out your thoughts with everything from studying demonology to enjoying fantasy novels. You’ve been keeping an eye on Lou Ellen as well, noticing that she too was avoiding her feelings by drowning herself with books back to back. And now, as a result of your similar coping mechanism, you two have an exclusive book club where you spend hours reading and mercilessly criticizing Twilight. Meanwhile, Atticus has been up and around, constantly surrounding himself with people to distract him. He seemingly was doing fine on the surface, but it was a facade. Sorrow was radiating off of him like never before. Even if you didn’t have the ability to sense his emotions, his song choice for tonight was a dead giveaway. Bohemian Rhapsody is his comfort song.

“I’m just a poor boy. I need no sympathy!” Atticus sings passionately into the microphone. Cheers break throughout the cabin, and you giggle, joining in, cupping your mouth as you whoop for him. You look over at Lou Ellen, talking and laughing with a few girls across the room. You smile, content that for right now, the two of them are occupied and happy. You, however, couldn’t get into the mood. Sure, the chaos of the Apollo Cabin easily entertained you, but you were having trouble shaking off the heavy feeling in your chest. You frown, your hand coming down to pet the top of Ambrose’s head, the other nuzzling his snout against your leg to comfort you. You look down at him, smiling softly as a silent thank you, and you sigh, hoping to lighten the feeling in your chest, but to no avail, it remained.

A nudge on your shoulder draws in your attention, and you turn to face the boys standing to your left. You meet Lee Fletcher’s bright blue orbs, a smile plastered on his flushed face.

“You’re next!” He shouts over the music, pointing his index finger at you in the same hand he held a red solo cup in. You scrunch your face, moving a little closer to him and the group so they’ll be able to hear you.

“I’m not really in the performance mood tonight,” you say, and the immediate protests from the boys around him made you smile. They insisted that you had to sing tonight and that they were going to make sure you went after your brother. On any other night, you would have agreed, gladly taking the mic. You weren’t a stranger to singing karaoke, and you had to admit you did enjoy it just as much as Atticus did. Last week, you sang an interesting rendition of Wannabe by the Spice Girls with Lou Ellen, Silena, Katie, and Sage. You were Scary Spice, of course; you wouldn’t have been anyone else. But tonight, you were unable to see yourself singing. Now that the boys returned to whatever they were talking about, you were planning your escape. You tune back into the song, realizing that Atticus was almost finished.

“Nothing really matters; anyone can see. Nothing really matters. Nothing really matters, to mee.”

You take a deep breath for a moment, accepting your fate. It’s only one song, you tell yourself; it’ll be quick. You cringe, expecting to be pushed up to the front by the others any second now. Suddenly, chanting fills the cabin,

“Encore, encore!"

Atticus smiles, bowing like a Broadway actor as the crowd cheers. You sigh, relieved, and you hoped whatever he picked would be able to conceal your exit. There was no way Atticus was going to pass up the microphone, and over the chanting, he announced his next song choice: Dancing Queen.

He’s so depressed.

You didn’t want to miss your opportunity, slowly scooting yourself away from Lee Fletcher and the others. As the instrumental of Dancing Queen fills the cabin, a chunk of people get up from the bunk beds and the floor to dance and sing along. You take your chance now that everyone is distracted, and you walk into the crowd, carefully weaving through bodies.

The cool summer night air was refreshing on your skin compared to the stuffiness of the crowded cabin. The collective singing of Dancing Queen becomes faint as you make it across the camp. You didn't realize how loud the song was while you were in there, and you could just imagine what the other cabins were doing. You couldn’t help but smile at the idea of an annoyed Ares' cabin, all of them with pillows covering their ears in an attempt to drown out the music and screaming.

By the time you reached the beginning of the woods, the disco instrumental was long gone, and you took in the stillness of the night. There was barely a breeze tonight; the only sounds were the faint chattering of campers hanging around the hearth and taking walks. You stare into the forest, uncertain if you should venture by yourself. You hear a soft whine come from Ambrose, signaling you that it was a bad idea. It was a couple of hours away from curfew, and you can already hear the faint roars of monsters. That wasn’t enough to turn you away, though. Your desire to be somewhere silent was more prominent than your fear of the monsters.

You walk in without another thought, your pace slow and slack, and Ambrose unwillingly follows close behind you, checking around to make sure you are safe. As you walk farther in the forest, the thoughts you had sent to the back of your mind were returning with a vengeance.

The departure of your siblings felt surreal. When you had woken up to their empty beds the next day, you had chosen to believe they had left for breakfast earlier than usual and that everything that happened was a dream. Yet, as the days went by, the absence of your siblings became more apparent. A part of you refused to grieve. You had wanted to declare your brothers as monsters and convince yourself that you didn’t care. You had hoped that deciding to hate them would allow you to move on, but even that came with a desolate aftertaste.

You had blacked out in your thoughts, allowing your feet to take you where they wished, and you find yourself at a familiar boulder. You look to your left at the picnic table, staring longingly at it. It was quiet for a moment before the sight of your brother and sisters sitting on the top of the picnic table, their feet resting on the bench, appeared. They sat quietly, Atticus frowning as he looked out in the forest.

“Focus on your breathing. You won’t shift if you’re impatient.” Your gaze snaps in the direction of the voice. You saw yourself slouched in defeat as Alabaster’s hands gripped your shoulders. His green eyes peered into yours.

You were the only one that hadn’t become ethereal after trying for the past 30 minutes. Atticus had transformed on his second try, Lou Ellen on her third, and the others followed close after. But you had lost count, growing more tired and discouraged after every failed attempt. Alabaster noticed you were on the verge of tears, your lip trembling, and he easily saw that you were crawling into a bad headspace.

“I can’t do it,” you sniffled, feeling embarrassed as your siblings waited for you. You were aware they weren’t judging you and had instead been encouraging you the entire time, but you still felt ashamed. The voices in your mind taunted you, making you forget any positive feedback you received that day. You were the weakest link of the group. You were never going to be powerful as your brothers, and so you’ll never be recognized by your mother, it said.

“You can, Y/n. You’re getting too in your head,” Al reassured you, his hands falling to his side, taking a step back. You were confident that he had given up on you, and you didn’t blame him. You looked down at the ground and fiddled with your fingers. It was silent for a moment before you heard him sigh.

“Try again,” he said softly.

You groaned and rolled your eyes at yourself. You were drained from trying so long, and you were ready to accept your defeat and stomp away. You looked at Alabaster again as he patiently waited for you.

You swallowed hard, and you closed your eyes as you heard the encouraging words of your siblings. Their words failed to cancel out the negative thoughts in your own head, though. You were already bothered by the little voice that said you would never transform. You dwelled on being the last one and what made you feel worse was that it was nighttime - when your magic is at its strongest - yet you still hadn’t transformed. Maybe you weren’t as powerful as your brothers gave you credit for. Disappointment swirled in your stomach, clouding your brain, and your fist clenched as you tried to shake off the thoughts in your head. You were well aware that your mindset was holding you back. You inhaled deeply, somehow finding the will to set aside your negative thoughts.

You decided you won’t allow yourself to be the only person who couldn’t transform. You weren’t going to let your insecurity of being the “weakest link” get to you, at least not on that night. You huffed out and felt a tug in your core before your fingertips and toes began to vibrate. You gasped, and your eyebrows furrowed tightly, the vibrating sensation gradually becoming more intense to the point where it almost hurt.

You heard an excited cheer come from one of your sister's lips as the feeling crept up your arms and legs. It finally met your core, and it was as if a ball of warm, electric energy sat right in the pit of your stomach. You opened your eyes, immediately seeing the bright smile on Alabaster’s face. A relieved laugh came from your lips as a few tears ran down your face from your previously pent-up anger.

“I told you.”

You snap back to reality, looking around you to see that you were still alone. No one was at the picnic table other than Ambrose, who was laid down at the foot of it, watching you cautiously. You swore you heard the sound of Al’s voice as if he was right in front of you, but that wasn’t possible. As much as you wished for it to be, you knew your siblings were long gone.

Though you were incredibly grateful for Atticus and Lou Ellen deciding to stay, the dynamic that your siblings had as a whole was something that you wouldn’t be able to get back. Now it was the three of you, left to figure things out on your own. It’s not as if you three were incapable of figuring things out, but you’ll miss your brother's guidance.

You think perhaps if your mother didn’t give them the okay to leave, they would have never left. You couldn’t help but be mad at her, and lately, you’ve been a little petty towards your mom. Tonight, you had decided to go to dinner and dedicate your burned offering to Hestia instead. You’ve been praying to her every night as well, hoping that maybe she’d be able to bring your siblings back to you.

You hadn’t noticed anything out of the ordinary to inform you if your mother was aware of your silence or if she cared. You also found yourself wondering what she thought of you for not leaving. How could she not visit you? Were you really not worth, maybe, five minutes of her time? Did you have to prove yourself worthy? If so, how? You were yearning to know, but even for that, you were unable to find the answer.

Your jaw clenches, feeling your sorrow shifting to rage in your core. Take a deep breath, Ernest would say, and you do, filling your lungs to their capacity, and you hold it. Think of your surroundings. Meditate on the question: If I erupt, will I hurt someone? If the answer is yes, take a step back, breath in for 10 seconds, out for another 10 until you’re calm. If the answer is no… well, fuck it. Everyone needs to be angry sometimes.

Your head tilts slightly, taking in the clear night sky for a moment. From your peripheral vision, you can see your green aura wildly swirling and flickering around you. You close your eyes, and your chest expands, ready to release the air you’ve been holding. There was no rustling of the trees or grass, no monster screams, no sounds of the surrounding camper. The forest was still until it wasn’t as you let out a deafening scream.

After hearing the news of your siblings running away from camp at the counselor's meeting a few days ago, Percy had made a mental note to check up on you. In the time between his activities, he had checked the strawberry fields, the arts and craft center, even the arena in an attempt to find you. For a moment, he had thought you had left with them, but when he saw that Atticus was still at camp, he knew you had to be somewhere. It wasn’t until he passed by the Hermes dinner table the other day did he decide to ask your brother where you were. By then, you had not shown up for your meals for two days straight. Atticus told him that you weren’t doing too good, deciding to isolate yourself in the company of Lou Ellen. He had offered to let Percy come with him to drop off your dinner, but he had decided not to go.

He figured that you needed time for yourself, and he didn’t want to intrude. He was also worried if it would have been weird to check up on you. Surely, you were friends? You considered him as a friend, right? He hoped so since he had considered you one. He thought maybe he was overthinking it but then he began to worry that you would blame him. He had to do some mental gymnastics to come up with a reason why you would be mad at him, but he was able to come up with something. He would understand if you were mad at him since he is, well, suspected to be the child of the prophecy. So obviously, none of this would have happened if he wasn’t born? Right? He had told Annabeth about it, and from the way she blankly stared at him, he knew that the reason wasn’t solid, but still, he was nervous.

He was surprised to see you walk out of the Apollo Cabin. After hearing that you were hiding away, he didn’t expect you to attend one of the most lively events tonight. From afar, you seemed upset, but you also glinted with determination as you walked with purpose. He was seated with Annabeth, Grover, and Thalia by the campfire, listening to Annabeth ramble about the architecture of the Palace of Versailles to Thalia and Grover. It was her newest hyper fixation, and Percy had been listening though he got a little lost at some point. He didn’t want to lose his chance to approach you, not sure when the next opportunity would be so he quickly finished up the s’more he was eating before getting up from the bench.

“Um, I’ll be back,” he says. The only person who had heard him was Grover, who nodded to acknowledge him while Annabeth didn’t miss a beat in her ranting.

He checked in the usual places you would hang out in, but you were nowhere to be found. He found himself walking along the gravel road in front of the forest. He slows down, turning toward the trees and he hums,

“Did she go in there by herself?” He mutters softly, becoming concerned. It was kind of an unspoken rule that campers shouldn’t venture out on their own.

He looks over when he hears chattering, the wood nymphs slowly making their way out of the forest. They seemed to be gossiping about something as they huddle in a circle right outside of the trees. Percy found it strange that they were away from their homes, especially at this time, and he noticed they all looked a little stunned.

“Hey,” he smiles as he walks over to them. He halts hesitantly, the girls becoming quiet as they turn to him. “Have you guys seen, y/n?”

They exchange looks with each other, Juniper shifting on her feet as she stands in front of him. “Yeah…” she trails off, facing the dark trees. “Just keep walking. You’ll hear her.”

Percy furrows his eyebrows, unsure what they meant by that, but he takes their advice anyway. It didn’t take him long to find out what they meant, hearing your yelling before he saw you illuminating in the dark. He had imagined that you would be upset, but he definitely did not expect you to be yelling at the sky, rapidly throwing blasts of energy at a boulder.

Seeing you like this was odd. It was so different from the calm and collected demeanor that you gave off. He had considered you as the quieter twin. Compared to your brother, you weren’t as out there. He hadn’t seen you have many interactions with Atticus, but he could tell that you took on the big sister role. You just seemed more mature.

“How could you- how could you offer something like that?! I’ve never seen you once an- the first message I get from you is to join his stupid army! You took them from us!” You ignore the burning in your throat and the trembling of your arms. You felt lightheaded, and you didn’t know if it was due to how hard you were yelling or the amount of energy you were burning out. “I HOPE YOU KNOW WHAT YOU’RE DOING!” You shout weakly, looking up at the sky, hoping that your mother was listening to you. You wanted her to know how you felt betrayed, angry, and heartbroken.

Despite your anger, you still held back on what you said. You were wary not to push too far, preferring to not meet your mother's wrath the first time she visited you. You wanted an explanation; you wanted to hear the orders and the promises she made from herself. But you doubted she would appear.

Hot tears roll down your cheeks, your breath ragged, and you wail, blasting the last long beam you were able to muster at the boulder. You stumble from your own force, a sob leaving your lips, and your forearm wipes your tears.

“I really hope you know what you’re doing,” you strain in a whisper.

You gasp as you hear a twig snap behind you. You freeze in your spot, your heart beating hard in your chest. You were confident that you had summoned your mother. You took a deep breath, ready to face her, but to your surprise, you were met with Percy.

Percy's body tenses the moment you snap your gaze to him, swallowing hard as your glowing eyes bore right into his. He was hoping that his speculations of you being mad at him were wrong. The burning smell from your beams filled the air, and he definitely did not want to be charred up like that boulder. To his relief, he watches your clouded expression soften. He shifts, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Are you okay?” He asks, immediately cringing at himself afterward. Of course, she isn’t okay, why would you ask her that?

You sniffle, and you nod, “Yeah, I’m just doing my nightly prayers.” Though you tried to lighten up the mood, your voice was sad and hoarse.

Percy frowns, and he steps over a log in his way. He walks over to you as you plop down to sit on the grass with your legs crossed. Ambrose comes to your side, resting his head on your thigh, and you pet him softly.

“I heard what happened,” Percy’s tone is soft as he hesitantly invites himself to sit beside you. He wasn’t sure you wanted to be comforted right now, but you didn’t tell him to go away, so he took that as a good sign. He hums, looking down at his hands, “Travis reported it during the counselor meeting the day after,” he mentions. “Atticus told me you weren’t doing too well. I can’t do much, but if you want to talk about it, I’m listening.”

You didn’t want to dump everything on Percy, but the genuine concern in his tone made you feel comfortable enough to consider laying all your thoughts out on the table.

You haven't had the chance to discuss your feelings yet. There was a silent understanding between you, Atticus, and Lou Ellen that none of you were ready to bring it up and would rather go along your days pretending it didn’t happen. But as you continued to avoid it, it began to fester like an infected wound.

You were so lost in your thoughts, you didn’t realize for how long you were quiet. In your silence, Percy waited patiently, not wanting you to feel pressured. Every once in a while, he would look over, noticing the flickering of your aura slowing down until it’s absorbed into your body, leaving you both with the soft white light coming from Ambrose’s body. If you decided not to talk about it, he told himself he wouldn’t pry, but he would be worried about you for keeping everything in.

You didn’t know how much Travis had said at the counselors meeting. Your mind was rushing with thoughts, asking yourself where you should start while also deciding if you should be completely honest with him. It wasn’t until now that you were faced with all the conflicting feelings you’ve had in the past few days. They came at you all at once, and a sniffle cuts through your silence. You sigh shakily, resting your head on Percy’s shoulder.

Percy looks down at you, able to make out some of your features in the dark. Your eyelids were a little puffy from crying, and you look exhausted. He frowns as a small sob leaves your lips, shifting to wrap his arm around your shoulders. He debated if he should say anything to you. He didn't find that this was a situation where an “it’s okay” was appropriate. Kronos was rising, war was on its way, and Luke was recruiting campers, 5 of those campers being your siblings. None of that was okay. He felt a pang in his chest, grasping on to the fact that you’d be fighting against them when it was time for battle.

“I’m sorry,” your voice quivers. You hated feeling as if you were losing control of your emotions. You didn’t want Percy seeing you like this, and you began to feel embarrassed.

“Don’t be sorry,” he shakes his head, and he opens his mouth to say something else but is too stunned when you pull away abruptly. Your gaze is fixed in the opposite direction as you try to catch your breath, hiccuping and gasping softly for a bit. “Y/n?”

“I almost left, and I feel guilty because a part of me regrets not leaving,” you blurted out the confession that was eating you up the most. It was what you were afraid to admit out loud, especially to Atticus and Lou Ellen. You didn’t want to admit that you, the one who found the courage to voice your opinion to your brothers, the one that declared she was staying at the camp, had begun to regret her decision. As much as you wished to not regret it, the what-if questions that filled your mind were hard to avoid. Were you actually missing out on the opportunity to be taught by your mother? Was it true what James said? Was deciding to stay a death wish?

You refused to look at Percy. You were wondering if he thought he was talking to a potential traitor to the camp. You were wondering if he would think of you differently now that you have confessed to having the slightest thought of joining Kronos.

Percy was lost for words, his face flashed with surprise, and he was glad you weren’t looking at him. He didn’t want you to think that he was judging you because he wasn’t; he was just taken aback. The tension between you started to thicken the longer he stayed quiet. His eyes scan the ground, frantically searching for something to say.

“Why did you stay?” He asks hesitantly.

Your teeth chew on the inside of your lip, and you now regret saying anything. You didn’t know if the shift in the air around the two of you was in your head, but either way, it bothered you.

“Because…” you trail off. The list of reasons why you stayed was long, and you didn’t want to go through all of them. You were determined to keep this conversation short, afraid that if you keep dwelling on this situation for too long, you will find more reasons to be angry.

“Because I’m not going to die for a cause I don’t believe in,” you declare. “I understand their side. I understand why they decided to leave. Alabaster was always saying that he wished things were different for us here at camp. I mean, so do I. They also had the approval of our mother, and they were promised to be taken care of if Kr- the Titan Lord wins. I can’t blame them for not giving that up because even I was hesitant to give it up,” you confess.

You sniffle softly, peeling the skin around your fingers before continuing, “But… for the change they're looking for, I don’t think this is the way to do it. Like really? Allying with him? Yeah, the gods are big jerks, but I don’t understand how he would be any different of a leader.” You sigh, “I considered leaving just to be with them, but I couldn’t go through with it. I wouldn’t feel right. I tried to convince them to stay, but they were set on leaving.”

Percy was quiet for a moment, and you found the courage to look up at him. His vision is fixed on the forest ahead before he meets your gaze. “I don’t think you should blame yourself for regretting not going. I think if I were in your position, I would have thought about the same things. They mean a lot to you. They’re your family.”

You nod, relieved that he understood where you were coming from. “Atticus was my last straw. If he had decided to leave, I would have left despite everything.”

“Understandable. He’s your twin,” Percy shrugs. You sigh shakily, your chest feeling a little lighter after being able to voice your thoughts. You felt more satisfied with yourself now. Your challenged morals felt solidified, and you decided with confidence that your choice was right for you.

“I give you a lot of props, Y/n. You were in a tough situation, and it must have been hard to stand your ground, especially since most of them decided to leave.”

“Yeah…” you say softly, and you realize that maybe you should have been kinder to yourself for having that feeling of regret.

“I think it’s really awesome what you did. Doing something like that takes a lot of guts,” Percy says, and you can hear the smile in his voice.

“Thanks…” you say shyly.

A soft smile plays on his lips, and he can tell you were starting to feel better. He was glad that he could help because he understood what you were feeling. He didn’t exactly go through the same thing, but he knew how it felt to second guess your choices and how it was easy to spiral when you dwelled on it for too long.

“You’re really sweet, waterboy. Thanks a lot," you say playfully as you return the smile. Your heart flutters as Percy’s face brightens before sheepishly looking away from you for a second.

He didn’t get compliments like that often. Well, he has, from his mom, but he didn’t count that. It wasn’t the same as getting the compliment from a girl, a girl as pretty as you are.

“I-it was nothing,” he moves his hand in a dismissive wave, and you giggle. “Well… I don’t know if you were done with your ‘prayer,’ but I think you should go back to the party in the Apollo Cabin. I’ll come with you. It sounded like a lot of fun in there."

"Ugh, but they’re going to make me sing,” you slouch, and Percy laughs at the slight pout on your face.

“I’ll sing with you,” he says, and you furrow your eyebrows, surprised at his offer. You’ve only seen him at karaoke a few times, and he always stayed on the sidelines.

“You can sing?” You ask, amused. Percy definitely didn’t seem like the musical type.

“Nope, I’m pretty much tone-deaf, but I’ll embarrass myself for you since you had a rough day," he nudges you softly before standing up. You look up at him as he pats down his pants, and you lean back on your hands.

“I’m gonna pick a ballad so you can embarrass yourself even more," you smirk at him, and he stops patting his clothes, squinting at you.

“Don’t make me take it all back,” he jokes. He reaches his hand out to you, and you grab it, letting him help you up from the ground.

“You know, I’d kill to hear you sing a Britney Spears song," you mention as you pat your own clothes down and begin to walk out of the forest, Ambrose acting as your guide by trotting ahead of you.

Percy is quiet for a moment, and you glance over, positive that he's starting to regret his offer to sing with you.

"Please don’t do that to me.”

You laugh at him; the thought of Percy singing a Britney Spears song was way too funny to you. Percy gave you a cautious look, not sure if you were serious or not. “Fine, fine! I shouldn’t take advantage of your kindness,” you admit as your laugh ceases. Percy nods, playfully agreeing with you. “You listen to My Chemical Romance?” You ask, and he scoffs,

“Of course, I listen to My Chemical Romance.”

“Let’s sing Teenagers then,” you suggest. “It’s a crowd favorite. Everyone sings along, so no one has to suffer through your singing. What do you think?” you tease, and you take in his bright smile as he nods his head,

“Sounds good to me.”

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Gabriel Agreste: Interesting Villain, Horrible Character (400 Follower Special)

I'm honestly surprised more people didn't want me to talk about Gabriel, especially with how often I rag on how horrible of a person he is. But, three character analysis posts later, and we're going to talk about why the main villain of Miraculous Ladybug is a real letdown.

Gabriel Needs to give the Whining a Rest

The interesting thing is one of the few things I actually liked in Season 3 was Hawkmoth. His plans actually made sense (for the most part), and by playing the long game, he managed to turn Chloe against Ladybug and deprived her of several key allies. Granted, Season 4 immediately undid the latter, but I was still impressed by his strategy.

Generally, one of the better aspects of Gabriel as a character was just how over the top he was as Hawkmoth. Keith Silverstein is clearly giving it his all with his performance, and he is just so enjoyable to watch as a cartoonish supervillain.

And therein lies the first major problem with Gabriel as a character. While he is fun to watch as a simple supervillain, the show tries to give him more depth and unintentionally makes him worse.

In Season 2, when it was revealed that Gabriel was Hawkmoth, many fans speculated on what he needed the Miraculous for, until the Queen Bee Trilogy showed it was to save his possibly dead wife, Emilie. The idea of that is so the show can give more depth to its main villain, and I think it's an interesting idea in concept. After all, the road to Hell is paved with good intentions.

The problem is just how radically different Gabriel is normally compared to how he is as Hawkmoth. He always goes on about how he's “doing this for Emilie”, but it's hard to really sympathize with him when you consider he constantly gives evil monologues and evil laughs, really getting into the supervillain role. And let's not forget all of the “I'm going to wear Ladybug's skin as a suit” faces he loves to make.

Clearly this man is the picture of mental stability.

Gabriel's motivation for being Hawkmoth when compared to what he actually does as Hawkmoth is shady enough, but the thing is that the writers clearly want the audience to at least feel a little bad for him. They want to make the audience sympathize with him despite the way he acts with or without the mask. Without Miraculous Ladybug, he is routinely putting innocent lives in danger and never once shows regret for his actions. All he talks about is how “he's doing this for Emilie”, or that “he'll get their Miraculous soon”. There's no real reason to feel bad for him other than “because the script says so”.

Let's compare Gabriel to Malcolm Merlyn from Arrow. His big plan in the first season of the show is to create a machine that will cause an earthquake to destroy a crime-infested portion of Starling City, claiming to be trying to help everyone, but it's clear he is only doing it out of revenge for his wife getting killed by a criminal from that part of the city. In addition, throughout that season and future seasons, he always makes sure his plans lead to him benefiting in some way, showing he isn't just some noble man trying to achieve his goals with a less than noble method.

If we got some moments that showed that what Gabriel was doing was selfish, it would make him a more complex villain. But we don't get anything like that. What do we get instead? Well...

I Could Really Care Less About Emilie Agreste

We have known Gabriel's motivation has been to save his wife for a little over two years at this point, but at the same time, it's hard to believe that motivation because of how underdeveloped Emilie is as a character.

There have been a total of two lines in the entirety of the show that explain what happened to Emilie, and they're both vague as hell. One of them was from “Feast” that implied Emilie used the broken Peacock Miraculous.

Adrien: My mom used to have dizzy spells… just like Nathalie.

And the other that outright tells the audience what's happening to her in a clip show that most people will skip.

Nathalie: As I've watched Emilie falling deeper into an endless sleep, my sadness for her has deepened, too

That is literally all we get for an explanation, and nothing else. We have no idea of what she's like as a person or what her relationship with her family was like other than Gabriel and Adrien saying they miss her. Other than the way the narrative says she's important to Gabriel and Adrien, we don't really have a reason to care about her as a character. There have also been some lines that imply she went along with Gabriel's questionable parenting techniques, like how he was apparently only homeschooled as a kid (Origins) and never had a birthday party growing up (The Bubbler), so how do we even know if she's a good person? In fact, why not set up this question as a mystery to make the audience wonder if Gabriel has another reason to bring Emilie back?

It ultimately turns Emilie into a plot device and not a character that Gabriel and Adrien only bring up to make the audience feel bad for them, and meant to justify Gabriel's actions by saying that he's “doing this for his family”.

But hey, if he's doing this all for his family, surely Gabriel's redeeming traits come from his relationship with Adrien, right? Right?

As a Parent, Gabriel is Far From the Best

I've talked about this briefly before, but parenting in Miraculous Ladybug is written in such a black and white way, even by the standards of this show. Parents are portrayed in one of two ways. They're either amazing people who love and support their children unconditionally, or they're awful people who treat their own children like trash. And much like a lot of things in this show, there are times where the latter is treated like the former.

There are so many times where the narrative insists on making you see Gabriel as a troubled, but wellmeaning person who tries his best to be a good parent to Adrien, but it is far from the truth.

I'm not going to beat around the bush. Gabriel is a terrible parent. Like, he is awful at being a parent in so many ways, even before you find out he's Hawkmoth. In his first appearance, “The Bubbler”, he delegates getting Adrien a birthday present to Nathalie, his assistant. He literally can't be bothered to take time out of his schedule to get his own son a present for his birthday. And as the show goes on, he becomes more controlling and forbids Adrien from going out with his friends in other episodes (Captain Hardrock, Silencer). While this could be used to show Gabriel getting worse, it's never acknowledged in-universe, with Adrien continually defending his father essentially keeping him on house arrest.

“But IOTA!” You might say. “Gabriel has made efforts to bond with his son in some episodes.” While that might be true, most of those come right after his Akumas have almost gotten Adrien killed. He only hugged Adrien and made an attempt to learn more about him after Simon Says invaded their home, he only decided to watch that movie Emilie was in with Adrien after Gorizilla nearly dropped him off a building, and he only hugged Adrien again in public after he was turned into a gold statue by Style Queen.

In fact, let's talk about how Gabriel acts in the Queen Bee Trilogy. He actually decides to quit being Hawkmoth, but it's not because he realizes all the damage he's caused. Instead, he gave up because his “magnum opus”, a stronger than usual Akuma that only got the advantage on Ladybug ironically because of dumb luck, failed. Sure, he says he can't keep putting his son in danger, but he rarely ever acknowledges that he does so in the first place. When Riposte wanted to fight Adrien, Hawkmoth did nothing to stop her other than giving her a stern warning earlier on and nothing else. Where was this attitude earlier?

Hell, even then, he immediately goes back to being Hawkmoth as soon as he sees an opportunity, not even a day after his “mAgNuM oPuS” blew up in his face (because I guess Scarletmoth was just Plan B). If he made such a big deal about caring for his son, why didn't he try harder to spend time with him? Has he ever had doubts about what he's doing before? If Chloe didn't show up as Queen Bee, was he going to follow through on his promise and try to be a better father to Adrien instead of trying to get Ladybug and Cat Noir's Miraculous?

And yeah, the whole irony is that Gabriel is doing this for his family when he is unknowingly fighting his own son, which could lead to some interesting drama if done right. The idea of how Gabriel would react to his son being Cat Noir could really lead to some internal struggles for him to go through. But then we got “Cat Blanc”, which shows just how terrible of a character Gabriel is.

In an alternate timeline where he found out his son was Cat Noir, what does Gabriel do? Does he try to steal Adrien's Miraculous while he's sleeping? Does he reconsider his actions or realize he was endangering Adrien's life?

NOPE! He just decides to akumatize him all while emotionally tormenting him, before causing the end of the world.

This is honestly one of the most appalling things I've ever seen in any TV show, because it's basically an abusive father ordering his son to listen to him all while referencing his (kind of) dead mother to back up his point. And rather than use this to show how despicable Gabriel is, the episode decides to blame Marinette for this happening. Yes, according to the show, her present to Adrien caused several events to happen which caused Cat Blanc, but this logic makes no sense. It's like blaming the JFK assassination on the man who sold a gun to Lee Harvey Oswald, instead of, you know, Lee Harvey Oswald.

Not only was this episode yet another excuse to blame Marinette for something that wasn't her fault, it leads into the biggest problem I have with Gabriel as a character.

Sympathize with Gabriel? Surely, You Jest

After everything I've gone over regarding Gabriel as a character, after all the awful things I've talked about, are you really surprised that I don't feel bad for him at all?

Gabriel is just an awful character and a despicable human being, but the show just keeps wanting me to feel bad for him. It's just so hard to when you consider everything he's done has made him anything but sympathetic. I'm just saying, it's kind of hard to feel bad for someone who tries to start World War III with the only justification being “i'M dOiNg It FoR mY fAmIlY”, especially when he treats his family like crap.

The writers go out of their way to show how horrible Gabriel is as Hawkmoth/Shadowmoth, but they think because they throw in a few moments where he looks conflicted, we'll immediately feel bad for him. What makes so many people interested in seeing Chloe become a better person is that they can tell she's the victim of a troubled upbringing, and know that because she's only a teenager, she still has room to grow as a person, represented by having more honest moments of vulnerability. Gabriel is a grown man who once caused the apocalypse because of how terrible of a parent he is, and has even fewer sympathetic moments than Chloe does. Which one of these two is supposedly irredeemable? The answer may surprise you.

But the frustrating thing is that this kind of villain could have worked. Instead of making him this mustache-twirling psychopath, show how much Gabriel regrets what he has to do, but keeps pushing onward despite all the lives he's risking if it means that he can save his wife. Instead of making Gabriel like Lex Luthor, make him like Mr. Freeze, who is basic a better written version of him.

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But as it stands, there's a good reason why Gabriel gets little to no respect as a character in the Miraculous Ladybug fandom, as a villain, or as a father.

#immaturity of thomas astruc #iota #miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug salt #gabriel agreste #hawkmoth #hawk moth #shadowmoth #shadow moth #emilie agreste #adrien agreste #cat noir #chat noir #cat blanc #chat blanc #nathalie sancoeur #mayura #marinette dupain cheng #ladybug

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Nabrina Winterfest Day 1

1. What did I love about Sabrina and Nick?

I was really really excited when I heard that there was going to be a darker version of Sabrina. I loved the sitcom growing up but, going dark intrigued me. I loved Sabrina being this good balance of dark and light and being this really passionate character that is really steadfast (and sometimes stubborn) in finding and being who she is. Her motivators are protecting who she loves and I loved how that sometimes made her reckless and imperfect because it made her such an interesting character. She was allowed to make mistakes and (sometimes lol) took ownership in them but never apologized for being who she was. She was a badass young woman who saved the world and still managed to go to high school dances. I loved being able to find her own way and fight for what’s right.

As for Nick, I was intrigued by him right away. He was this mysterious warlock who seemed different from the rest caught my attention immediately. He came on screen and I was like OH SHIT SABRINA’S IN TROUBLE. OH SIT WE’RE ALL IN TROUBLE. And the rest was history. I love that he’s such a nerd and so cool and how all in he was to help Sabrina right away. Our boy stole a journal for her after knowing her for all of like two days. Yeah he was smitten. I loved his journey to find love after never experiencing it and my heart broke for him when Amalia died, even though their relationship was a little complicated. I loved how he let her lead, in more ways than one, which is just something you don’t get to see on TV a lot. He built her up and was so enamored by the fact that that she was this strong woman. And I loved that.

2. What did I love about them as a couple.

Well literally from their first scene their chemistry was fire. They had this push-pull thing going and even in the innocent scenes you could tell just how into each other they were. I feel like they were a bit undeniable given how intrigued she was of him and how supportive he was. It wasn’t something she was used to and really embraced being able to be her full self. I loved how there wasn’t really a triangle with Nick/Sabrina/harvey, she was all in with him and once she started with Nick she never really went back. They had this mutual respect and partnership that I don’t think she could have achieved with anyone else. They both made mistakes, I won’t deny that, but they forgave each other and their love was really strong enough to make it through. Once he got a taste of what true love is he wasn’t letting go. And once she learned that love can be exciting and happy and supportive and sexy and someone to lean on all at once she wasn’t turning back. Man I just love them.

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Blood Status - Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets Fanfiction

A new year at Hogwarts is about to begin. A new years of mysteris to uncover. Mysteris related to blood status. Blood Status that was cause of wars, descriminations and dangers. That is what Penny Weasley, Cora McGonagall, Cordelia Black and Rachel Harvey are going to face. Each of them facing mysteries and dangers.

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Chapter 4

PENNY

Penny’s mission was easy yet very difficult.

Few days before, their father had come home telling them that Harry had received a warning from the Ministry because he had used magic in front of his muggles. And in that moment Ron snapped finally telling Fred and George that it was time to go and take Harry and bring him at the Barrow. Of course, their older brothers hadn’t thought twice about that, immediately starting to tell them what was their perfect plan; the two of them and Ron would have left in the middle of the night, while everyone was asleep to take their father’s car and fly to Surrey, take Harry and get back. Penny’s job would have started in the morning; she had to take their mother away from their rooms so that she wouldn’t know that they had gone.

“You’re perfect for the job Squirrel” said Fred as they finished to tell them their plan

“Oh wow” she said “Really?”

“Sure” exclaimed George “she could never get mad at you” but that made her frown a little.

“I’m not entirely sure about it, but alright”

Ron was getting more anxious by the minute; he was really worried about Harry and Penny felt it too. Even because it was really strange that he had used magic in front of his muggle family. why would he do that? 

That night Penny hadn’t been able to close her eyes. As Ron had left, she had watched them starting the car and fly away and after that it was impossible to sleep. It wasn’t because she was worried, her brothers were amazing, what worried her most was what she had to do in the morning. Molly Weasley wasn’t easy to fool, and she always knew when something was up with her children and Penny didn’t find herself a great liar. With her father it would have been easier, probably he would have even liked their idea. 

As the first sun rays started to shown up Penny’s heart started to beat faster and faster.

“Oh wow” she muttered as she heard her mother beginning her usual choirs.

“Normal” Penny muttered to herself “I have to act normal. Normal” then she frowned “what do I normally do?” 

The girl turned towards her bedside table, to see her harmonica. Right! She usually went out to play. She got up and put on her Occamy shaped slippers and Bill’s nightie and careful not to trip over it, since it was very big.

Penny tried to be as quite as possible as she walked down the stairs. Usually, she was the first to wake up, so if she had to act ‘normal’ she should be outside, playing her harmonica. 

When she arrived at the end of the stairs, she tried to look around the corner to spot her mother, so to not get noticed. When she saw that the way was clear she tiptoed towards the exit, gasping when she heard their cat meowing to her.

“Shush” she whispered “I’ve got no time; I have to act normal.”

“Penny” her mother’s voice made her gasp as she quickly looked up to see Molly Waesley stepping down the last step of the stairs. Her mother seemed a very sweet woman; curly red hair, bright eyes and a lovely cubby figure, but she was anything but sweet when her children got in trouble. In fact, she was the one they were all scared to make angry. With their father, Arthur Weasley, it was easier to get out of trouble, but not with Mrs Weasley.

“Good morning, sweety” she said as Penny felt her lips turn up in a giant, and probably not ‘normal’ smile.

“Mommy!” she exclaimed, maybe far too high-pitched, because her mother frowned at her. Penny rarely got angry with her brothers, but that morning they were making it difficult for her. The girl almost gasped when she saw her mother walking towards her; the frown didn’t leave her face.

“You didn’t sleep again, Penny?” her mother asked touching her forehead delicately with her fingers “Are you feeling well?”

“I’m ok, mommy” Penny tried to reassure her, nodding her head even if the worried expression on her mother face was still there.

“I was about to go out a bit” Penny said again. Her mother smiled at her, putting a strand of hair behind the girl’s ear.

“I have to go out too” Molly said “I need to give some water in the vegetable garden.”

Penny smiled brightly “I can help you with that” her mother looked almost proudly at her, before looking at Penny’s feet.

“Remember though” she warned “Slippers inside the house”

“Oh wow, sure” Penny said ready to take off her slippers, but she suddenly felt herself getting pale when, as her mother opened the door of the house, Penny noticed that the empty spot of the car was right in front of them, so before her mother could look outside, Penny let out a gasp grabbing her mother forearm to pull her into her direction.

“Mommy!”

“What is it?” exclaimed Molly looking at her daughter with eyes wide with surprise. “I’m a bit hungry” Penny said trying to sound as innocent as possible.

“And you had to scream like that?” her mother argued “You’ve scared me”

The only thing Penny could do was let out a little, unsure giggle that made her mother scoff.

“I’m really hungry, mommy.”

“Can’t you wait a bit?” Molly asked, the frown again appearing on her face and Penny tried her best to seem sweet, innocent and normal as she shook her head. Molly observed her for a moment, before took a breath.

“Alright then” she said “I’ll start cooking something, but we’ll wait for the others to get up, like we always do”

“Of course, of course” said Penny starting to follow her mother to the kitchen, but once again her breath got caught in her throat as she noticed the clock. In the Barrow, there was an enchanted clock that didn’t show hours though. Its hands where eight and on each one of them there was the moving picture of one of the Weasley children and their locations; for example, Bill’s and Charlie’s were set on work, Ginny’s, Percy’s and Penny’s were set on home and Fred’s, George’s and Ronnie’s were sent on unknown.

“Oh wow” Penny said before running to her mother taking a pan before she could have any chance on turn on the direction of the clock, making her mother gasp.

“You are right” Penny said “I should wait” but Molly’s frown got back.

“What’s gotten into you this morning?” she asked, making Penny force a smile as she shrugged her shoulders “You’re acting all kind of bizarre.”

Probably her brothers’ plan of her acting normal wasn’t going as it should. She was trying so hard, but she had never lied to her mother, even if she had made her angry before. And Molly Weasley angry was a very frightening sight. So frightening that Penny was sure that she would have scared even Dumbledore. Or even Godric Gryffindor himself.

“Where’s Ron?” at her mother’s question, Penny felt her eyes getting wide.

“Asleep?” answered the girl, hoping that she seemed sure of what she was saying.

“Lately he is always with you” Molly said.

It was true, since Penny had started to get trouble sleeping Ronnie always made sure that she was ok. So, he woke up early and sit with her until the others got up.

“Oh, wow” Penny said “Then it’s a good thing he is sleeping again.” Molly’s eyes studied her, slowly and painfully. She knew something was wrong. She knew and Penny had no idea how to stop her.

“What is it, Penny?”

Penny’s mouth was dry and the only thing she could do was shrugging her shoulders. But that didn’t stop her mother’s suspiciousness.

“I’m going to wake Ron up” Molly’s said starting to walk towards the stairs.

“But mommy” Penny said running to surpass her and put herself before her mother, to not let her go upstairs “Ronnie is finally sleeping a bit more”

“We have choirs to do anyway” her mother stated glaring at her “Let me through”

Penny was about to say something, but suddenly a loud sound of crashing shards made them turn. The cat had pushed on the ground one of the jars that were set on the window and it was looking at them innocently waving his tail as Penny became pale, since the window faced perfectly the empty space of her father’s car.

Penny's heart was beating so fast, she was sure her mother could hear it. There was no way Molly Weasley hadn’t noticed at that point.

“Penelope Weasley” her mother’s voice made her freeze, of course, her tone was anything but good.

“Mommy” she said with a forced smile, but her mother just glared at her and when she put her hands on her hips, Penny knew that nothing would have made Molly Weasley think that she was behaving normally.

“Where is the car?” her mother asked and Penny widened her eyes. What could she do? What was she supposed to do?

“Oh wow” she said “The car is gone?”

It was the only thing that came up to her mind.

She tried to sound as surprised as possible, but her she almost shivered when she saw her mother clench her jaw.

“Oh dear” Penny whispered.

“Fred! George!” her mother started to yell loudly “Ron! Get down, now!”

They were doomed, they were all doomed. Penny could only set down on the red sofa as Molly run up the stairs, keep yelling her children names. The cat jumped next to her starting to nuzzling its head against Penny’s arm.

“Oh wow, really?” she said with a little glare “First you report us, then you want cuddles?”

As she listened to her mother’s steps to come downstairs, Penny braced herself to the screams, angry glare and terrible ideas to ground them. They were so doomed.

“You are unbelievable, honestly” Molly Weasley exclaimed angrily marching towards her daughter “What part of wait, you all don’t understand?!”

As Harry didn’t answer back at another letter Ron had panicked and they talked with their parents, but what they said didn’t help uplifting their spit. They just told them to wait. But that didn’t mean anything. What did they had to wait?

“But mummy” Penny said “We were worried about Harry.”

“So you plot on stealing the car?!” her mother yelled once again “Fly to Surrey in the middle of the night? Risking your lives, when your father and I could have handled it?!” Penny beat her big blue eyes as she stared at her mother.

“You wanted to handle it?” Penny asked surprised. Molly glared at her.

“Well, of course!” she exclaimed “We are worried too!”

“Oh, wow” Penny said “It could have been a good plan actually, if only we all had spoken clearly about it.”

“Are you serious right now, Penny?” Penny was totally serious, even if she didn’t quite understand why her mother was looking at her with murderous eyes, and probably intentions. But they both got distracted by the roaring sound of the car approaching the house.

“Oh they are so grounded” Molly said before turning to Penny “You are grounded, every single one of you is grounded until you’re seventeen!” and before Penny could say anything her mother stormed out of the house to scold her sons. The girl glared once again at the cat, before stroking his head anyway and made her way towards the door. When she glanced outside, she saw her mother already screaming at her siblings, but Penny couldn’t help but smile when she noticed Harry Potter standing next to Ron. They did it and he seemed alright; she couldn’t wait to learn what had been going on with him.

As Penny made her way towards the boys, she heard every step clearer what her mother was saying.

“You wait until your father gets home” she said threatening “We never had trouble like this from Bill, Charlie or Percy...”

“Perfect Percy” said Fred and that made their mother walk towards him, pocking his chest.

“You could do with taking a leaf out of Percy’s book!” she yelled before keep saying that they could have died, could have been seen and could have lost their father his job. As she yelled Penny moved closer, waving at Harry when he noticed her. Suddenly Molly turned towards the boy, that made a step back, but Penny’s mother’s voice become sweet.

“I’m very pleased to see you, Harry, dear” she said “Come in and have some breakfast.” then she turned to get back in the house, glaring at Penny once again. The girl observed her mother walk away before going to Harry, to hug him. The boy seemed took by surprised and he didn’t even have the chance to react because she started to talk.

“We were so worried, Harry” she said before turning towards her siblings “How was the fly?”

“It was fine, squirrel” Fred said.

“But you were supposed to keep mum busy while we were out, Penny” Ron exclaimed putting his hands on his hips.

“I’ve tried Ronnie” she argued back “I did!”

“Let’s go eat” said George “Before the general comes out once again.”

They all went in the kitchen to eat breakfast as their mother chattered around and every once in a while, she scolded her children, or reassured Harry that she didn’t blame him and that she was very happy to have him there. After a bit even Ginny arrived, blushing a little when she noticed Harry. Penny was sure that her little sister had some kind of a crush on her friend, she hadn’t stop talking about him all summer.

“Blimey, I’m tired” Fred said yawning. But that gave their mother the chance to give them their choirs for what they had done.

“You’re going to de-gnome the garden for me” said Molly making Penny widening her eyes “The situation is going out of hand.”

“But mummy” Penny argued “That’s their natural habitat.”

“Yeah, not in our garden” she said, making Penny scoff. She didn’t like to de-gnome gardens; the way to do that was take them by the head and swing them in circles before throwing them out of the garden. They had to feel dizzy to get back in the gnomeholes. Penny knew it was the only way, but it really wasn’t one of her favourite activities to do.

Their mother wanted for Harry to go rest but he decided to help them anyway. That seemed to please Molly, that looked at him fondly as she took one of the books of Gilederoy Lockheart to see how to de-gnome gardens.

“Mum, we know how to do that” Ron exclaimed rolling his eyes, but their mother ignored him, starting to say how much of a good writer Lockheart was.

“Mum fancies him” Fred said making Molly glare towards him.

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

Penny had seen Lockheart’s picture, he was a handsome man, she could not say otherwise, but to her no one was more beautiful than Oliver Wood, the captain of Gryffindor team. No one could compare.

“Harry saw a house-elf" Ron said as they walked towards the garden.

“Oh wow, really?” asked Penny. She had seen house-elves but her family didn’t have one. Usually they would work for rich families, very rich families. She was sure that Malfoy had one, like most of the Slytherins.

“We think someone wanted to prank him” Ron said, making Harry nod.

“He took all my letters and gave me trouble with my uncles” he explained.

“Oh, that’s why you never replied” she said turning to Harry.

It was curious that someone sent their house-elf to do something like that. It must have been someone that got bored very easily.

“We think it was Malfoy” Ron said, making her nod in agreement.

“That makes sense” she said.

Draco Malfoy was probably the nastiest person she had ever met. He liked to be mean and follow Harry around, just bothering him at every step. So probably that was what happened.

“I have to write Hermione that you’re here” Penny said as they started to get read of the gnomes “She was so worried too.”

“We could have written to Cora!” Ron suddenly exclaimed “Isn’t she your neighbour?” Harry nodded.

“I should write to her too” he said picking up a gnome by the head after Ron had shown him how to do it “She went to Professor McGonagall for some time.”

“They are close, aren’t them?” asked Ron adjusting Harry’s grip on the gnome.

“I think so” he said start swinging “But she had been nice to me and I don’t want her to worry.”

Suddenly the front door slammed.

“He is back” George exclaimed “Dad’s home!”

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I Love You Too.

Ambrose Spellman X Reader Sabrina Spellman X Reader!Platonic

Word Count: 1072

Requested: Anon

Request: You save Sabrina’s life by sacrificing your own. She’s your best friend, and you write a letter before you do anything but also to Ambrose because you’re in love with him. One shot CAS.

You remembered the first time that you met Sabrina, you were a very powerful lone witch at her new school and when the Hazing started you made sure that it stopped before she ended up getting hurt, you helped her to catch up with everything that she had missed and that was how you met Ambrose you come back to her place with her to help her study and he was there as he always was and you both hit it off almost immediately, you guys became fast friends and you ended up going to the Spellman's house to him just as much as Sabrina. You promised Sabrina that you were never going to abandon her and if she ever needed help of the witchy kind that you would always try to help as best as you could.

"(Y/N) I need your help," Sabrina said as she walked into the library where you were leaning over a book, you looked up at her instantly. "What can I help you with?" You asked. "There are some people looking for me." She answered. "What kind of people?" You asked. "I think their witch hunters." She answered. "How did you get involved with hunters?" You asked now giving her your full attention. "I don't know they asked some of my human friends about me." He answered. "They only asked for you?" You asked. "That means that they've been told about you, someone sent them here for you." "Did they give your friends a name?" You asked. "Yeah it was Jesse Albern," Sabrina answered. "Try to stay out of trouble while I find out some more about them okay?" You asked and she nodded a smile on her face as she turned away from you "that means no leaving the school!"

This time there was no helping not without someone getting killed, the family was a strong one and they had never missed a target, there were rumours that they were immune to most spells but there was one thing that worked years ago for a small coven of sacrificial witches and that was a binding spell they had bound the hunter to the body of someone close to death and they waited him out, that was a plan that you were willing to try but it seemed that fate would not have it that way. "(Y/N) please tell me that you found something!" Sabrina begged. "Of course I have." You said as you cracked your knuckles. "I know how to get rid of him." You answered and she sighed. "Good because he took Harvey." She explained and you looked at her. "You mortal ex-boyfriend?" You asked. "Yeah." She nodded. "Okay well get the rest of your friends and go back to your place, I'll meet you there with everything that we need to make this work." You explained.

The plan that you had thought was going to work had quickly become impossible, there wasn't enough time to wait him out so instead you had to be the person that died, there was no way that you were going to let any of the Spellmans die the world needed them far too much for them any of them to go and unfortunately, it had to be a living human or witch body that the spell was linked to so you decided that you had to write a note, it was old fashioned, but the only way that you were going to get them the information that they needed if you told them that in person then they'd never let you go.

"Where is she?" Sabrina asked as she walked into the house. "Who?" Ambrose asked. "(Y/N) he said that she knew how to get rid of the hunter," Sabrina answered she was about to open the door when Harvey rushed through it. "Harvey!? What happened!? Where's (Y/N)!?" Sabrina asked. "She's... She was shot." He answered. "The hunter shot her but she did some spell so he was shot to they're both..." "No..." Sabrina shook her head as he stepped away from her ex, her eyes over to Ambrose whose hands were balled into fists. "She asked me to give you this, she said that it would explain everything," Harvey said as he passed her a letter.

Hi Brina, you remember that I said that I had a plan, I do but it involves a sacrifice and what would be the point if that was you or anyone in your family. Harvey getting kidnapped was not something I accounted for and that means the plan has to change a little but it's nothing I can't handle but if your getting this that means that he got back to you so that was the important part right?

The plan was an old binding spell, I bound his life to mine so when he killed me, he killed himself too. This was the only way that we could have gotten rid of him considering that family is one of the oldest and they have protected themselves against most magi, it's the old stuff that they thought no one practised anymore that weakened them. I didn't want to leave you but you and your family have given me so much over the months that I have known you and I love you all for that enough that I couldn't let any of you do this yourselves. I could never live with myself knowing that you, Ambrose or you Aunties were hurt.

There's one other thing that I need to say but this is more for Ambrose so Ambrose there's been something that I've been hiding from you because I was scared and now I don't have any time left and I have to tell you that I love you and that you were one of the best people to walk into my life and I don't even know if you love me back but if you did then I promise you that it okay to move on, to love someone else and to live a happy life no one will fault you for that.

Now take care of yourselves

Sabrina handed the letter to her cousin "you need to read it." She told him before turning away, Ambrose took the letter and retreated to his room where he read it himself and a single tear slipped down his cheek as he muttered:

"I love you too."

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#the chilling adventures of Sabrina #the chilling adventure of sabrina imagine #the chilling adventures of sabrina oneshot #caos #caos imagine #caos oneshot #ambrose spellman #ambrose spellman imagine #ambrose spellman oneshot #sabrina spellman #sabrina spellman imagine #sabrina spellman oneshot #imagine #oneshot #one shot #reader insert

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together

summary: Nothing goes as planed when Diego and his girlfriend travel back in time to the 60s. They end in a mental hospital.

pairings: Diego Hargreeves x Reader

warnings: angst, depression, self-harm scars, drugs (like pills), Diego stuttering (once again...why is he always stuttering in my fics?)

words: 1104

a/n: this is based on a strange dream I had but it made me happy, simply because I dreamt of Diego :))

(btw the carers turtoured me with painting my nails green in my dream...weird...but if that‘s the price I have to pay to dream of diego)

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Everything was his fault. He was supposed to watch his girlfriend and not get her involved in any more trouble. Diego wanted to protect his girl so much but instead brought her and himself inside an asylum.

He can‘t sleep the first night because it‘s the first without his love at his side. Besides, he doesn‘t know if she is okay right now and where exactly she is. Because men and women are hold in separate sections of the house, the last time Diego saw his girlfriend was in front of Lee Harvey Oswalds home.

The next morning, after breakfast the occupants of the mental hospital are allowed to meet up in the common room. Diego is the first to enter the room and when he sets eyes on the familiar female, his heart starts beating faster and harder. He almost runs to the table and sits down next to his girlfriend.

Unfortunately, (Y/n) shows no reaction. She continues to stare out of the window and doesn‘t even notice her boyfriend when Diego places his hands on her cheeks.

“Honey?“, Diego whispers and moves her head, so that the females gaze meets his. But it still seems like she isn‘t looking at him. She seems to be somewhere else, somewhere far away from Diego.

“There‘s no point in that. They gave her a hand full of happy pills“, a female voice explains but Diego doesn‘t look up from his girlfriend.

Only now does he notice the small smile on her lips. It‘s strange. (Y/n) doesn‘t smile like that. Her smiles always make his body feel warm. This smile makes him feel uncomfortable and cold.

“Wake up, (Y/n)! Come back to me“, Diego whispers and leans his forehead against hers. He closes his eyes for a moment, trying to hold back his tears.

“No touching!“, a carer screams and already takes a step forward but Diego leans back against the chair, taking his hands off his girlfriend. His brown eyes stay on her small form, worrying and in despair.

“I‘m Lila by the way“, the female voice says again and this time Diego looks up to frown at the woman. She sits down next to (Y/n).

“Shut up“, Diego growls and takes one of his girlfriends hands under the table. He pulls it to his lap and starts to caress it. This small gesture always makes (Y/n) feel better, but she is once again staring out of the window.

“I can help you. If you let me, Diego“, Lila says with a sweet smile on her lips.

“You know my name?“, the man asks confused and tears his eyes from his girlfriend. He raises his brows.

“She told me“, Lila explains and starts playing with a strand of (h/c) hair. (Y/n) doesn‘t notice any kind of touch. Neither Lilas light touch, nor Diegos caressing. “Before they diagnosed her with depression and gave her a ton of colourful pills.“

While one of Diegos hands holds (Y/n)s, the other starts caressing over her forearm which is marked by a lot of scars. It‘s not new to him that his girlfriend got depression. But back in 2019 the doctors were more tolerant. (Y/n) only took pills when she felt really terrible.

“Can you do one thing for me, Lila?“, Diego asks desperately because he knows that he will be no help for his girlfriend in the other half of the asylum. Luckily, Lila nods.

“The next time they come and give her the pills, stop her from taking them. Do everything possible, please. If there is no other way, stick a finger down her throat. Please“, Diego pleads while watching (Y/n). He hopes that she is at least somewhere good. Maybe she is currently in one of her fantasy worlds - hopefully. The thought of her still being inside this cold body, trying to tell him something, breaks Diegos heart.

Two hours later they have to leave. Lila gave Diego her word that she will help the drugged female. With a terrible feeling inside his stomach he leaves the common room. That night he closes no eye because of guilt.

It takes (Y/n) 48 hours to act normal again. She still looks terrible. There a dark bags under her eyes and her skin is paler than other days. Her hands wont stop to shake, and she can‘t stand or walk for long.

That‘s why she is sitting lonely on a couch next to a window, staring out of it and watching a squirrel jump from tree to tree. It‘s free and not imprisoned (and drugged) like her. This makes (Y/n)s heart ache.

She doesn‘t even notice the men entering the common room. And that causes Diego to believe that his girlfriend has once again swallowed the happy pills. With a sigh he sits down next to her and stares at his hands because he fears the moment his brown eyes will meet her cold ones.

A soft hand reaches for one of Diegos. Immediately, the man looks up and stares at his love who is, after two days, actually looking and even smiling at him. A tear escapes the mans eyes because he is so relieved.

“Hon-Honey?“, Diego asks with a stutter in his voice because the moment overwhelms him. (Y/n) came back to him.

The female nods with a sweet smile on her lips that doesn‘t completely reach her eyes. Her (e/c) are tired but not as cold as yesterday.

“I would love to hug and kiss you but we‘re not allowed to touch. This hand holding could get us in an isolation cell“, the man whispers and squeezes (Y/n)s smaller hand. He feels his whole body ache for more touch, but he can‘t risk getting his girlfriend in any more danger.

“It‘s okay, D“, the female says with a rough voice.

“Nothing is okay. It was m-my fault th-that you are he-here. The-They drugged you be-because of m-me“, Diego stutters. More tears stream over his cheeks.

(Y/n) slides closer to her boyfriend so that their tights are touching and places another hand on Diegos. She wants to lean towards him so much, to wrap her arms around his body, press soft kisses to his skin and whisper sweet nothing in his ear. But the carers would separate them and that‘s nothing both of them need right now.

“We will get through this together, Diego“, the female says and starts caressing her boyfriends hand. The two lock eyes and smile weakly at each other, nevertheless there is much emotion behind their eyes. They promise each other something.

They will leave this mental hospital together and only together.

#diego hargreeves x reader #diego hargreeves imagine #diego hargreeves x you #diego hargreeves angst #diego hargreeves x y/n #diego x reader #diego x you #diego angst #number two #the umbrella academy

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Pulp Fiction (1994); AFI #94

The most recent movie for review was the Quentin Tarantino crime thriller comedy (probably more things) Pulp Fiction (1994). It is a very complicated story that is told out of chronological order and focuses on scenes of meaningful character interaction. This confusion meant it lost out to movies with a more straight forward time line at the Oscars, since the move was nominated for seven awards but only took home one. The single win for best screenplay was well deserved and I still believe it is one of the most creatively written films of all time. I want to go over the plot to show what I mean, but let me do my standard due diligence:

SPOILER WARNING!!! I AM ABOUT TO GIVE THE BASIC DETAILS OF ONE OF THE MOST COMPLEX STORY LINES IN MOVIE HISTORY!!! IT WILL NOT LIKELY SPOIL MUCH OF ANYTHING, BUT I AM STICKING THIS WARNING ON JUST IN CASE SOMEBODY FINDS SOMETHING!!!

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The film begins with what is pretty much a prologue but what turns out to be about the middle of the film chronologically. A couple is at a diner and they are talking about robbing banks. They only refer to each other as Pumpkin (Tim Roth) and Honey Bunny (Amanda Plummer). They discuss the best kind of places to rob and they decide that a diner would be a good change of pace. Impulsively, they pull out guns and hold up the diner and...title card with awesome spaghetti western music!

Two hitmen are talking about Europe as they go to do a job. Vincent Vega (Jon Travolta) talks about his adventures with Jules Winnfield (Samuel L. Jackson) as they pull up at an Los Angeles apartment complex. The two discuss their boss Marsellus Wallace and how touchy he is about his wife. The boss has apparently sent them to get something from a bunch of guys. Jules and Vincent call on an apartment with 3 college age men and intimidate them into giving over a briefcase with something glowing inside. The case is what they came for, so the hitmen take it and kill two of the men at the apartment...

Flash to a new scene in which Vincent is going to get some drugs from his dealer (Eric Stoltz). Vincent is a heroine user despite cocaine being the popular drug. It turns out Vincent was asked by his boss to take out his wife...the one he is very protective of. He just needs to hang out with her so she is not bored and not get into trouble. To accomplish this, he shoots up some heroine and goes to meet the wife named Mia Wallace (Uma Thurman). They seem to get along and he drives her to a restaurant called Jack Rabbit Slims. The place is fantastic, all the waiters are dressed up like American movie icons and the booths are repurposed cars from the 50s (if this place actually existed, you can be sure I would search it out and go there at least once). The two bond over dinner and then volunteer for a twist dance contest.

Mia and Vincent go back to her house and Vincent goes to the restroom to talk himself out of trying to score with Mia. She is pretty cool, but not worth dying for. While he is away, Mia finds some heroine in the pocket of Vincent’s jacket and thinks it is cocaine. She snorts it and immediately starts to overdose. Vincent panics and decides to drive her to the dealer’s house. The dealer has a nurse kit that comes with a giant needle full of adrenaline which Vincent stabs her with. She wakes up and Vincent takes her back home and is glad that he will live another day...

We jump to a flashback of a young boy who is has lost his father in Vietnam. An officer is visiting that has a gift. Apparently, there is a family watch that belonged to the boys great grandfather and had been passed down through the generations. His father had it when he was captured and gave it to the officer before the father died in the POW camp. The officer escaped and found the boy to give him the watch...

A boxer named Butch (Bruce Willis) wakes up from a dream. He is the boy all grown up. He is about to throw a fight for Marsellus Wallace (Ving Rhames), the same boss that everyone is afraid of. Butch does not throw the fight and accidently kills the other boxer. It turns out that he bet on himself and now he needs to get out of town before Marsellus Wallace catches him. He goes to a hotel where his rather dumb girlfriend is waiting for him. They go to bed and then are about to leave the next morning when it turns out that she forgot his watch. Butch freaks out and goes back to their old apartment to get the watch (note the very long take following Bruce Willis as he takes a back way to get to the apartment). Vincent is there waiting for him, but Vincent is in the bathroom and Butch is able to get a gun and kill Vincent as he is coming out of the bathroom. Things seem good so Butch drives off...

As Butch drives home, he sees Marsellus crossing the street in front of him so Butch hits the gas and runs down the boss but also hits an oncoming car. Both men are injured but Marsellus gains his senses and chases Butch into a shop where both are captured by a weird redneck with a shotgun. Butch and Marsellus are tied up in the basement of the shop and a man named Zed shows up. The shop owner has a gimp in a box (all leathered up and everything) and other fetish things downstairs. After a quick game to pick who goes first, they take Marcellus into another room to rape him. Butch manages to escape and is running away...but he decides can’t leave somebody to be assaulted like that. He grabs a weapon from the shop and kills the shop owner and frees Marsellus from Zed. Marsellus is not happy and says he will go “medieval” on Zed and allows Butch to leave town. Butch collects his girlfriend and leaves immediately...

Flash back in time (we know this because Vincent is alive) to right after Vincent and Jules shoot the guys with the case. Another guy in the other room jumps out and unloads six rounds at the two and misses every shot. The hitman kill that man, but Jules is shaken and decides to give up the business. They take a fourth gut with them in the car to go back to see Marsellus. On the drive over, Vincent accidently shoots the passenger while going over a pothole. The inside of the car is absolutely covered in blood and brains, so the two have to find a safe house. They go to the home of Jimmie (Quentin Tarantino) who will help them but says they have to get out in a couple of hours before his wife gets home. They call Marsellus, who sends over a cleaner named Wolf (Harvey Keitel). They are able to get everything cleaned up in time and leave with the car and the body. Jules and Vincent have to change out of their bloody clothes and decide to take a cab out to a diner for some food before seeing Wallace.

The two are at a familiar looking diner discussing whether their survival was a miracle and whether Jules should quit. Vincent goes off to the bathroom and, while he is gone, Pumpkin and Honey Bunny from the beginning declare it a robbery and it is evident that we have circled in time back around to the beginning. The couple hold up the diner, but, when they get to Jules, he takes Pumpkin hostage and devises a plan for everybody to leave. Jules allows the couple to leave alive with all the wallets, then the two hitmen follow quickly behind them before any police can show up.

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I put a spoiler warning at the top, but there is so much to this film that there is no way you could spoil everything. I find new things to enjoy about this movie each time that I watch it and the watch count has to be at least two dozen times at this point. This film is so rich with allusion and homage to movies of the past that you might never see everything. Tarantino is truly a lover of old films and he worked every reference he could into this film. This is truly like candy for a cinephile.

I have, however, had a love hate relationship with this movie: I love this movie and I hate it when people tell me it is too violent. There was a lot of negative response to the films toxic masculinity, romancing crime culture, incredible amount of swearing, drug use, extreme gun violence, and very adult themes. There is a very famous interview between Quentin Tarantino and Jan Wahl in which she accuses him of using excessive violence and he tells her it is because it is a lot of fun to watch. His stylistically gory violence stems from exploitation films of the past and there is an established audience that enjoys it. He makes his movies for himself and this group of people.

Kind of like the comedy of Eddie Murphy, Richard Pryor, and George Carlin, you have to wade through a sea of swearing to find the comedic banter. The things that Jules and Vincent say to each other are some of the funniest stuff I have ever heard, but you really have to pay attention. Their attempts to express their feelings while maintaining their hard exterior persona is ridiculous. This is probably why many people enjoy the scenes with Vincent and Mia: there is a lot more courtesy which reduces the tirade of cursing.

The violence is very very over the top, but it is no where near the level of gore that Tarantino has become known for over the years. I must admit that he likes his torture scenes and this film is no exception. I would like to note how clever the torture scene with Butch and Marsellus is because they are both tied up and facing camera so only the audience can see the mischief that is being prepared behind them.

The soundtrack for the film is well worth mentioning as it also pays homage to 50s, 60s, and 70s exploitations films. There is a lot of silence in the film with sudden bursts of fast paced music that help with transitions. Most famous is the intro music after diner prologue, a surf rock classic by Dick Dale and The Del Tones called Misirlou. It is pure speed guitar riff along the lines of Wipeout and transitions the scene perfectly. Take a listen for yourself:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZIU0RMV_II8

Maybe the biggest thing about this film and Tarantino in general is the inspiration of the slick gangster dialogue. There had been a push for more melodramatic dialogue or the complete absence of much talking. Tarantino added in this slick, fast moving comedic dialogue that is said over extreme violence and adult situations. Marsellus Wallace talks about having some crack heads torture a man to death immediately after being raped in a basement. The hitmen talk about appropriate manners while cleaning out brains from the back of a car. Jules talks about the meaning of the bible during a robbery. Everything seems out of place in the real world but perfectly acceptable in Tarantino’s world. This is probably why I have no problem with the violence in the film.

So should this film be on the AFI top 100? Absolutely. It is an homage to film history while simultaneously introducing a sub genre that mixes current dialogue and exploitation touches to grindhouse action. It is fascinating and fun. Would I recommend this movie? If you are old enough. I can’t emphasize enough how fun I find this film, but I cannot deny that it is filled with adult situations like drug usage followed by driving, secret dungeon rape, and cold blooded murder with no consequences. If you can differentiate between Tarantino’s world and the real world, then this is great. If you can’t, then maybe try something else with slick dialogue like Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid.

#miserlou #pulp fiction #samuel l jackson #Quentin Tarantino #john travolta #violence #action #90s movies #academy award winner #dialogue #cinematography #introvert #introverts

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The Fae and the Prince

Author: I am flipping! Thank you for all of the likes! This means so much! Part 5 is a GO! PS I just realized that the protagonist’s mom has the same name as Queen Freya.. there is no relation... at least I don’t think. :)

ALSO ALSO! I do not own any of these GIFs.. whoever does-- they’re great :)

xoxo

Summary: Another attack.. and finally.. the beginning of the carnival!! EEKK!

Part 5:

You rushed out of the café and made your way to your house to get ready for the Carnival. You knew your mom would still be at The Prickly Thorn, the flower shop she owned, until 5:00pm, so you made sure you were ready before then, in an effort to avoid her. You couldn’t imagine talking to her about saving the world with your father. You didn’t even know how you would do that and you didn’t want to.

You trudged into your bedroom and threw your backpack on your bed, along with yourself. You were so exhausted from all the information you had absorbed in the past 24 hours. You closed your eyes and immediately your mind went to Caliban. How good looking he was in those “mortal” clothes. He stuck out like a sore thumb, but it suited him.

You got up and went to your vanity to add a bit of mascara to your lashes and burgundy lipstick to your lips. It was Saturday for crying aloud, you needed to let loose and enjoy your evening. While adding a teensy bit of blush, your mind wandered to your moment with him in the library and how intimate you had been with him… how his hands snaked through your hair and—.

A sudden clatter broke your daydream. You shot up from your chair and walked hesitantly towards the door. You slowly turned the knob and pulled the door towards you. You had a direct view to your kitchen and saw something you’d never thought you’d see rummaging through your cupboards. It was a Hellhound.

Your breath sped up and you quietly shut the door. You ran to your bed and called your mom. If she came home, literally, all Hell would break loose.

“Mom? Mom, it’s Y/N. Please do not come home. I can’t really explain why, but I guess you’d understand but just trust me!”

“Y/N what is going on? Are you ok?”

“Yeah, I’m good, I’m gonna leave the house now—.”

“You’re still there! What is happening?” she snapped.

“Hellhound, mom. A Hellhound is in our kitchen.”

“Fuck. Your father said this would happen. Ok do not make any noise and see if you can get out of the house through your window, go to the school parking lot and I will meet you there.” “What do you mean ‘dad said this would happen’?” you said in a frightened tone.

“I’ll explain when you get to the parking lot, just hurry, Y/N. It will be able to sense that it’s not alone.”

With that, you hung up the phone. You grabbed your bag and shoes and made your way towards the window over your bench. You carefully undid the latch, and threw your bag out the window. You put your right foot through and went to grab the ledge to hoist yourself down, when a hand grabbed yours. Instinctively, you looked up. ‘Thank god. Caliban.’

“Hi.”

“Hello, fae” he said delectably. He grabbed your waist and lifted you through the window with such ease. He lowered you down to the ground, hands still around your hips. You pushed yourself away from him to grab your bag, but he grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the forest. He understood you were in trouble, but you didn’t know how he knew.

The two of you raced to the edge of the forest, praying that that put enough space between you and the monster.

“How did you—you got here so—“, your voice trailed off. Unsure of what your first question should be.

“I sensed you were in—distress.”

“How? How did you know that?”

He glanced down at the ground. You weren’t sure if he just didn’t know the answer or just didn’t want to share it with you.

“Whatever,” you said in annoyance, “I have to go meet my mom at school.”

He looked down at you, a woeful look on his face. You tugged your hand out of his, shocked that you had left it there for so long. You left Caliban, once again, alone.

How is it that you had a dream about a Hellhound and Caliban and the next day... you shook away the thought as you walked away from him. You ran to the school, assuming that your mom had probably been there for quite some time. You saw your mom’s car, her leaning against the driver’s door.

“Mom!” you yelled running towards her.

“Oh god! Y/N! Are you ok!?” She grabbed you and pulled you in for a hug. After for what felt like an eternity, she pushed you back and examined you to make sure you were clear of harm. “I’m fine, I promise.”

“God, Y/N I am so, so sorry that that happened. I should have told you about all of this sooner. I didn’t think something like this would happen so soon.”

“It’s ok, mom, but can you please explain what dad said is happening, you know, with the world and all.”

She nodded her head and the two of you hopped in her car. She explained to you what was going on with the pagans and how their lust for power was throwing off the axis of the earth. She went on to explain that something was going on in Pandemonium, but your father didn’t go into detail.

‘Probably for the best’, you thought. You were worried if your mom found out about Sabrina’s rise to the throne and you helping her… would cause some family strife.

“There’s something else, Y/N… something worse than what I’ve just mentioned.”

“What could be worse than Green Man pagans and Pandemonium chaos?”

“Remember the stories I told you when you were a little girl? The stories of Greek mythology?”

“Yeah,” you said hesitantly.

“Well, it’s real… Not that that should be much of a surprise, but the Titans, who tried to overthrow the gods and goddesses… They’ve come back and they are not very happy.”

“Shit,” you said under your breath. “Why now? Why is everything happening now?”

“You father said, it is because of the spring equinox, but you’re right, why now, this can’t be the only reason.”

“Ok, ok, Mom, you’re going to go to the Spellman’s you’re going to tell them everything, everything you told me. They can help you. They’re witches—,” Your moms eyes went wide, “It’s shocking, I know, but I can’t explain everything now. I have to go to the carnival to help Sabrina with something else right now. You go there and stay put, because home is not safe. It’s for the best right now. I’ll be back tonight to stay with you.”

Your mom nodded her head, knowing you were right. The two of you hugged and you jumped out of the car and waved as she drove towards the mortuary.

‘This has to work. Surely the Spellman’s can help you and your mom out.’

Before you knew it, the sun was slowly setting. You were almost to the carnival, when you heard the sounds of go-carts striking into one another, the dumbbell chiming the bell at the top, and the smell of funnel cakes.

‘This will be fun. A good distraction. You just need to be aware of the pagans.’ You didn’t know exactly what they looked like. You just heard Sabrina’s description of them when they crashed the Hare Moon celebration.

Roz’s laughter pulled you from your thoughts. “Y/N!” Theo yelled toward you. You picked up the pace and ran towards the gang. “How are you? I feel like we haven’t seen you in forever.”

“I’ve been better, long story. I’ll explain later. Right now let’s enjoy some cotton candy and games!” You, Roz, Harvey, Theo, Robin, Sabrina and Nick headed through the entrance and soon separated to enjoy different parts of the carnival.

You realized that you were the only one without a date, but you didn’t mind. It was nice to be alone for once. The carnival games didn’t really sound all that appealing. You weren’t in the mood to ride the Love-Boat, nor the Ferris Wheel, mainly because you were scared of heights. Without realizing how far you had walked, you were at the end of the carnival. The only thing nearby was Fortune Telling.

‘What harm could it do? I mean, I pretty much know everything that’s going to happen,’ you thought.

Without a second thought, you walked through the draped tent.

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THE DARK KNIGHT RETURNS PART ONE: CINEMATIC WRONGS AND ANALYSIS COMMENTARY

DO NOT REBLOG.

This is going to be a bullet point list of incidents that occur in the movie, and will either have my general commentary or an analysis of what makes the scene terrible (or in some rare cases, good). TRIGGERS FOR SUICIDE, MENTAL HEALTH, AND DYSMORPHIA

-bruce trying to kill himself in the beginning of the movie.

Hes reckless, and willing to risk his life, but not suicidal. But he just purposefully gets into a wreck at 2 minutes into the movie?? for no reason??? theres literally no reason for it other than it being angsty bc they COULDVE started the movie with the mutants doing crime, as the next scene cuts right into it and the following news reports

-"This reporter hopes that wherever he is, hes enjoying a toast with good friends" said when its the anniversary of batman’s disappearance

this is stupid I hate this movie. You're telling me Gotham forgives Batman for just disappearing on them? DID THAT NOT HAPPEN IN NML AND EVERYONE GOT PISSED??? Like everyone in this movie seems to have forgot he abandoned the city. Not to mention, and I'm gonna go off on a tangent here, bruce will be batman for as long as he lives. He calls himself batman in his mind even when hes retired. He believes that Bruce wayne is the mask. His whole identity is batman. Saying that hed quit because of jason is not only stupid because it implies Jason's death isnt just as important as his parents, but shows that any tragedy is enough to permanently knock him down. And as if the league, or the family, would have let him give up. Anyway the whole reason the retirement in batman beyond works is because it shows bruce was going to fight until he literally died on the spot, but instead he pointed a gun, didn't even use it, just pointed it, and he realized he wasnt fit to HONOR batman anymore. He broke the rule. And he doesnt deserve to wear the mantle. This is so good because 1) bruce still wants to be batman and 2) it doesnt imply that he gave up at all, and at this point with his decreasing wellness his family WOULD be telling him to stop

-Gordon toasts with Bruce on the anniversary

FBKSBSOANSISSB OH MY GOD IT JUST SHOWED HIM SHARING A TOAST WITH GORDON. this is the anniversary of the last time batman is sighted and gordon. JIM FUCKING GORDON. Is celebrating. When they were literally partners and hed shine the batsignal each night TELL ME WHERE THE LOGIC IS!!! I CANT FIND THE LOGIC!!!!! I'm literally 3 minutes into this movie..... and already this is how its going...

-Gordon and Bruce talk

"You're not worried about me, are you?" Asked when hes in clear danger of being attacked by mutants "noT MorE tHAn i aM tHe ReST oF tHis CItY" ah yes. I forgot that Bruce hated gotham and jim Gordon. My mistake. Common misconception.

-the mutants are introduced

Ugh and it's the worst kind of villains too, jim just described the mutants as "the worst kind of criminals. They are only after violence, with no humanity at all" GIVE! VILLAINS! REASONING! I hate these joker wannabes Joker was already enough we dont need a million more "lol I'm just evil deal with it" villains

"Talk to Dick lately?"asks Gordon "You know I havent" Bruce responds

THIS CONVERSATION IS GETTING W O R S E BC I KNOW HOW THIS MOVIE GOES AND HE JUST INSTANTLY HAS CARRIE BE THE NEW ROBIN- WHICH, IS N O T BRUCE'S TO GIVE. ITS ALWAYS BEEN DICK'S MANTLE TO PASS DOWN- WHEN HE HASNT BEEN SPEAKING TO DICK????

-tangent on how it’s overlooked that Dick Grayson was the one to make Robin, not Batman

This is a sin that not just the movie, but the batman franchise in general seems to always make. Robin was made as a tribute to the flying graysons, and is meant to be colorful and aerodynamic for acrobatic tricks. it should always be dick’s to pass down, or the next robin after.

-Bruce begins having trouble with holding back his urge to be Batman

His whole wanting to be batman again thing started because of a newspaper with a family's death and pearls being sold. On the same front cover. I'm. THATS WHEN HE REMEMBERS HIS PARENTS? NOT EVERY FUCKING TIME HE HEARS A GUNSHOT? OR CLOSES HIS EYES? OR SEES BLOOD? HE READS A NEWSPAPER THATS FLOATING IN THE WIND??????NOT EVERY TIME HE LOOKS AT JASONS COSTUME? OR THE OTHER CRIMES COMMITTED??????LOGIC!!!!!!!!!! I NEED !!!! TO KNOW!!!!! WHERE IT IS!!!!!!!! ARE U KIDDING ME NOW THE MARK OF ZORRO, WHICH IS WHO THE FUCK KNOWS HOW OLD NOW, IS ON TV??????????? AND HE JUST HAPPENS TO FLIP TO THE CHANNEL.. Batman telling bruce "you've tried to hold me back. But you're weak. Ypu know it in your soul. You're nothing but a hollow shell." Is so STUPID!! WHY HAS HE BEEN FIGHTING BEING BATMAN!!!!!!!!!! BRUCE SHOULD WANT TO BE BATMAN!!!! AND HATE HAVING TO NOT BE!!!! AND A BAT FLYING INTO HIS WINDOW AGAIN???? STOP THE FUCKING CLICHES IM SICK OF THIS . UR NOT BEING NEXT LEVEL, MOVIE. ITS JUST DUMB. ITS DUMB!!!

-Carrie Kelly

her first ??? Appearance??? Is her going into KNOWN MUTANT GANG TERRITORY instead of going through the rain. And scolding her friend for not having backbone WHEN THEY COULD LITERALLY DIE and saying, and I quote, "its better than out there." then when interviewed about the incident her friend says "It was a flying monster! With wings and fangs!" and she replies with "Reality check, Michelle, it was definitely a man, but he had to be like 12 feet tall" OH YEAH THATS VERY REALISTIC CARRIE. Shes an asshole to her friend and we're supposed to like her. Oh and Carrie's reason for wanting to be robin? She saw the bat signal while her parents were talking about public marches. That's it. That's her reason. Not because she was attacked by mutants and almost died.

-Giving the movie credit

Okay but if theres another thing I'll give credit for, and I'm sure its unintentional, is that Harvey is the first criminal he wants to take down. Because Harvey is always going to be Bruce's priority. He didnt go after the mutants, but Two-Face. And the way that confrontation goes when it’s revealed harvey thinks both sides of his face are scarred. the Arkham staff fixed his scars before he was ready for treatment, and his mental health wasn’t priority. he was going to have dysmorphia either way, but not treating mental illness worsened it. kinda? good writing? But I think it was unintentional to have the idea that Arkham didnt know what they were doing and the belief that scars are important before trauma, and how trauma has to be helped first. I dont believe for an instant that's what's meant.

-Carrie Kelly part two

She gets a Robin costume and goes out onto the roof and is like.... almost dies. THEN THE NEXT SCENE WE SEE HER SHES LIKE COMPLETELY ACROBATIC? WHY IS SHE SO ACROBATIC NOW!!! THIS TAKES PRACTICE!!!

-Batman confronting the man who supplied the mutant gang with guns

Oh, this scene...He hands a guy a gun, knowing full well that he was depressed because his wife was dying and he had to make more money to save her by supplying the mutants with weapons, and just walks away as he kills himself. (input from a friend which i like: think about everything bruce did to help mr freeze and his wife now think about this scene )

Batman vs Mutants

oh, and the "batmobile". Aka his tank. Rubber bullets. Ok fine, whatever, but RUNNING THEM OVER AND SHOOTING MISSCLES ISNT LETHAL? AND HOW IS CARRIE KELLY GOOD AT FIGHTING ALL OF THEM WHEN SHE COULDNT HANDLE HERSELF WITH ONE LIKE A WEEK AGO. hate that the mutant leader is just a ripoff of bane with long pointed nipples I hate this. I hate that batman cant take him down, but carrie kelly can. AND THE MUTANT LEADRER TOTALLY DIED WHEN BRUCE THREW ADHESIVE ON HIS FACE AND HE WAS SUFFOCATED BUT LATER ON IT SHOWS HE LIVES ??

Bruce talks to Carrie

"What is this thing?" -carrie "Dick called it the batmobile" -bruce "SIR!!" -alfred over the radio There are no words. Then she pops his arm into place and creates a makeshift cast And he says "where'd you learn to do that?” and because she’s a mary sue she says nothing, because miller doesnt know why she should, so he cuts to "what's your name?" and she says "Carrie. Carrie Kelly. robin" and HE FUCKING GOES "MINES BRUCE." and then immediately tells Alfred hes bringing "robin" to the cave. I hate it here I hate that he forgets what happened to Jason aFTER ITS HIS LITERAL REASON FOR QUITTING. WHAT IS THE POINT IF HE’S GOING TO ACCEPT THIS GIRL HE DOESNT EVEN KNOW AS ROBIN?

-Bruce talks about Jason

OH BRUCE'S FUCKING LINE. HIS LINE. IM FURIOUS Alfred asks "have you forgotten what happened to Jason?" And he says "I'll never forget. he was a good soldier. He honored me" I AM !!!! SHAKING!!!! WITH HOW MAD !!!! I AM!!! Bruce would NOT say that shit. Implying that jason wasnt his son, or that jason was only a casualty in a war, or that HE FUCKING HONORED HIM AND NOT THE CITY, OR THE TITLE OF ROBIN "He honored me" shut the fuck up I hate this and dont even get me started on the misconceptions of Robin in the first place. i dont want to go into the debate on whether or not they’re soldiers, which I personally don’t believe. but its just stupid because Jason considered being Robin the best thing that’s ever happened to him, and he was THE BEST. it wasnt his fault he was killed, either.

-The ending

So the mutant escapes his cell by going through a VENT. A . V E N T. AND ENDS UP IN THE SEWER. I hate that these mutants are just an army of evil people and have no motivation and the leader is just a brute I fucking hate Bruce calling him "son" And the mutants become the sons of batman who fight crime......??? because their leader is gone?? werent they supposed to be evil criminals with no humanity in them?

-Joker

Okay but Joker being absent the entire first part , only to show up in the end hearing news reports about batman, and then smiling as he stands up and just fucking creepily says "darling" holy shit that gave me goosebumps. another credit i have to give.

#long post /#theres still a part two but i am TIRED #i cannot today...... mayhaps if yall like this ill do the second part #ᴜɴᴍᴀsᴋᴇᴅ : OUT OF CHARACTER

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The tea party

Hey folks. Today there is something completely different than usual. No Scriddler, surprise, surprise^^ I wrote a short story a while ago to cheer up @weyoun, but sadly only in German. I wasn't so convinced about my English skills back then and successfully shoved the translation aside for the past few months, but hey - now it's finally done! Hurray! I hope you're not too mad at me, Ronnie, that I decided to upload your story on Tumblr and Archive of Our Own.

I rarely write about Ivy and Jervis, but the two characters are on my favourite list in the DC Universe. Especially Jervis is so pleasant to write. He's the absolute mad sweetheart of the rogue gallery in my opinion. I can only vaguely remember the song I was listening to while I was writing the story, but I think it was this one from Avicii:

https://youtu.be/Qc9c12q3mrc

Thanks again to you, @weyoun. I hope you can enjoy your little story now and maybe one day come up with a new idea that interests you. My ears are always open to you and I love to write for friends. Thanks also for beta reading the story, @shin-arei.

The red-haired beauty wandered through the deserted forecourt of the asylum and snorted softly under her breath. Escape was rarely the best choice, but on that cursed evening there was simply no viable alternative for her. Ivy growled bitterly. What were these sacks of meat all thinking, especially the male ones? The evening meal in the way too small canteen had escalated completely. After she got into a little discussion with Edward Nygma about the tasteless flower decoration of the tables, Jonathan Crane immediately got involved and gave his unasked opinion. When Harley, Harvey and Victor got on board, it was all lost. The botanist probably still had scraps of food in her beautiful hair. Her fingers slid through the long strands, actually found a loose spaghetti. She pulled out the sticky noodle in disgust and flicked it to the floor regardless. Absolutely disgusting. Ivy shook her head slowly, just stepped faster in the direction of the botanical garden. Normally she was not allowed to visit it on her own, but today it was more than safe to take this small risk and to be honest: who would stop her anyway right now? The guards were all still busy calming the food fight in the canteen. The redhead pushed open the glass doors of the greenhouse and took a deep breath. It was liberating. More than liberating. The air was saturated with the clear, filtered air of her favourites. Quieter than before, she slipped into the entrance area and let her fingers hover over the first tendrils on the sides. Fortunately, her offspring were doing well. In particular, the facility's caretaker went to great lengths to maintain the garden. A useful person. How surprising. Almost delightful. She felt the flowers and roots begin to tremble at her touch. The botanist smiled wickedly, breathed a little kiss on a loose leaf. She whispered softly: "Sweet little thing. You will grow big and strong one day, will you?” She released the sheet from her grip and strolled deeper into the long corridors. The background noise was impressive. Such a strong contrast to the typical noises from the penitentiaries. Ivy sighed softly and visibly relaxed. In this atmosphere she could completely forget all the trouble of the last hours. The redhead was just about to rest for a moment when she suddenly heard a low voice near by. She frowned and walked leisurely around the corner. The source of the noise still seemed to be hiding somewhere in the branching corridors. The words were an incomprehensible murmur and very hard to understand. After a few steps, there was also the faint clatter of dishes. The botanist was completely perplexed at this moment, but also slightly curious.

A few seconds passed before she finally found the stranger in the greenhouse. Pamela crossed her arms over her chest and examined the small man on the rusty bench in front of the bust. The blond, longer hair framed his boyish face and his contours were unusually gentle, almost delicate. Actually, the whole stature did not correspond to that of a powerful man, the small body size completed this impression. In addition to this realization, she immediately noticed the stubborn old fashion clothing. The green cloak was wrapped tightly around his narrow shoulders and the matching top hat sat a little at an angle on his head. He wore matching white leather gloves. Ivy bit her lower lip slightly. Jervis Tetch. She had overheard the guards' conversation when he was admitted in the facility. He was arguably obsessed with the story of Alice in Wonderland and had committed some unimaginable atrocities in adaptation to this book. Probably including kidnapping, rape and multiple murders. Another madman for the asylum. Ivy was just about to go the way back when the man's low voice nestled almost pleasant in her ear: "March hare, what's the point of saying this bad things? Naughty thing. We have to finish the tea first before we go back to these lewd rascals. If we go back at all. Maybe we'll just stay here and hide for the remaining eight months.” The botanist stopped dead in place, just sighed softly. That was expectable. How could it have been otherwise? There was a good chance that the young man would have trouble with the other inmates. It was his first stay in the clinic and this was always particularly tragic for most new inmates. Experienced patients weren't exactly squeamish. Luminaries like Jonathan Crane in particular broke inexperienced souls at lightning speed and the different villains had a perfidious joy in doing so. The redhead frowned. She had a big problem with the self-proclaimed Master of Fear. Jonathan was intelligent, no question about it and his expertise was certainly inexhaustible, but he went too far with his psychological games on some points. A large number of new patients had killed themselves because of him after less than five hours in the asylum. The older one always acknowledged this with a small smile, while the cleaning women cursed and had to work through the mess in the cells. Seen in this way, bets have often been made as to how long a newcomer would survive if he was put in the cell with the infamous Scarecrow. That the guards also took part in this spectacle made the botanist incredulous and very sick. The Arkham staff really wasn't interested in patient recovery - except perhaps some of the psychologists. She looked again at the young man on the bench.

After a while the redhead overcame her mental reservation and slowly sauntered towards the lonely inmate. At first he didn't seem to notice her. Ivy tried to crack up an honest smile and said carefully in his direction: “Hey. You're Jervis Tetch, I assume?” The addressee startled slightly, his eyes panicked like a deer. The botanist raised her hands soothingly and smiled a little more gently. The Mad Hatter relaxed only gradually, the opals still twitching wildly through the corridor. Apparently he was already planning his escape. Great. Two souls on the run from the large mob in the canteen. Pamela carefully came closer, made it clear to her counterpart that she did not want to harm him. As if in slow motion, she sat down next to him on the bench and continued softly: “Don't worry, I won't hurt you. Not all inmates here are barbaric fiends." Jervis looked down at his hands and played a bit with his fingers. After a short while he dared to look up, his blue eyes glittering slightly in the weak light. Finally he carefully lifted his fingers and ran two of them through Ivy's long hair. He mumbled cautiously: “My, my. You have such beautiful hair. As red as my queen's, but like silk and velvet. So beautiful. So pure. Cheshire Cat, just look. I don't even want to sew a hat for your head, that would completely disturb the aesthetics.” At first the botanist wanted to reject him more than harshly, but then quickly refrained from doing so. The expression in the blond's opals was strange. These did not contain any disreputable or even sexual intentions, as was always the case with such acts. The devotion and admiration for her hair seemed sincere. A short time later the young man added in a whisper: “What's your name? Tell me please. I need to know. The Hatter needs to know immediately. I've never seen such gentle beauty and your unique nature makes it perfect.” Pamela almost choked on her own spit. What had gotten into this guy? Or better: what got into her?

She didn't even know this man for two minutes. Nevertheless, he seemed to be familiar to her in a certain way and, contrary to her usual reason, she only smiled at his doing. His fingers were unexpectedly gentle with their easy play with the strands. Ivy replied muffled: “My name is Pamela Lillian Isley, but probably better known by my alias Poison Ivy. Eco-terrorist by trade.” The Mad Hatter smiled knowingly and only nodded slowly. He let his fingers slide out of her hair and turned away from her. The blond-haired man looked for something next to him on the bench for a moment, then suddenly held out a small white porcelain cup. It smelled suspiciously of black tea. The woman frowned, but picked up the cup and looked down at her moving reflection. Her greenish skin shimmered slightly in the pheromone-soaked halls of the botanical garden. The young man next to her whistled happily: “Hear, hear. Another participant in our small, private tea party. What a pleasure and beneficial surprise.” He took his own white service and swirled the black liquid a little, then drank the broth with relish. Ivy tried the tea too. It was bitter, but not in an unpleasant sense. Similar to a good coffee, but with a gentler after taste. The wonderland lover was certainly well read in the field and knew how to properly prepare tea. At least it tasted excellent. A certain silence fell between them, only interrupted by the low whirring of the insects around them. The redhead stretched a little and asked softly: “What brought you here in the first place, Jervis? You should be in the canteen for dinner. Not that it would bother me to enjoy your company here tonight.” To her surprise, the addressee slumped a little. The little figure appeared even a little smaller than before. The blond-haired man breathed his answer barely audibly: “They said to me that I shouldn't close my eyes tonight and if I do, the black man will get me out of the cell next to me. The lean man with the brown hair and the piercing eyes. After that I lost my appetite.”

Ivy gave a muffled sigh, resting her chin on the palm of her hand. He was talking about Jonathan. That was to be expected. So they had put Jervis in a cell with either Harvey or Edward, which were located right next to the Master of Fear. The botanist stroked the shiny porcelain. Both villains weren't exactly comfortable room mates for the first stay. Of course, that could no longer be changed. The redhead sat up and calmly replied: “That won't happen, Jervis. The so-called black man is also just a person in a silly scarecrow costume and he is locked in at night like everyone else. You don't have to worry, my dear.” The Mad Hatter blinked slightly, then sipped his tea in silence. He put the cup back on the saucer with a clatter and replied a bit lost: “What am I actually doing here? I should be outside and looking for my Alice. Now I'm going to spend eight months in these narrow corridors with other crazy people who don't even know how to make original English tea. It's sad. Almost to cry." Ivy clicked her tongue. At least the man seemed to understand that he was as mad as anyone else in the asylum and did not plead his sanity. The botanist crossed her legs, then replied calmly: “Perhaps you can convince some to learn, Jervis. Other inmates like me, for example. The tea tastes really fantastic and I would love to sit here with you more often.” The addressee perked up his ears. The cloudy eyes suddenly shone and a broad smile crept onto his unusually full lips. He refilled them both with some tea. While they were enjoying the second cup together, the loudspeakers suddenly rang out above them: “Jervis Tetch and Pamela Isley, return to your cells immediately. You have no business in the botanical garden. Especially you, Mrs. Isley, are not allowed there. You know the deal. Move!” The redhead groaned in annoyance and looked into the upper corner of the room. The small camera humming barely audibly, the red light glowed suspiciously. Without further ado, the woman rose and said quietly to Jervis: “We should go. If we don't act quickly, they'll drag us by the hair out of the greenhouse and refer us to an unpleasant electroshock therapy with the prison director Quincy Sharp.” The Mad Hatter nodded slowly, then took his picnic basket from under the bench. Where in the world had he found it? The young man carefully stowed the tea party utensils in the basket and pushed himself off the bench, still smiling happily. He took a few steps in the direction of the exit, then turned to Ivy and said happily: “Are you coming with me, Mrs. Isley? We don't have to walk the path alone and all of us would prefer your company on the way out. By the way, especially the Cheshire Cat is very fond of you. Maybe we can have tea together again tomorrow. This time in the canteen?” She couldn't help but smile again. Yeah, that wasn't a bad idea.

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