#AND YES I KNOW WHAT THAT REFERNCE IS FROM

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Leon Proposal and Wedding Headcanons

i understand the poll is not over yet, but this is the clear winnder! i've been watching a ton of wedding content recently, so i was so jazzed to receive this request. thanks anon!

features: gn! reader and 1 mild sexual refernce. other just pure fluff! also not proofread

Enjoy!

Now that he’s no longer champion

Leon has his sights on a much more important title

Husband

And the first step to gaining that title?

Finding a wonderful, awesome person that he loves and loves him back unconditionally?

He’s already got that covered!

Spoilers! It’s you!

Now he has to take the next step

The proposal

With Lee, I can see this going two ways, depending on the kind of person you are

If you’re someone who loves the spotlight, a fellow elite-class trainer and/or a major celebrity

I can totally see him proposing to you in front of a massive crowd in Wyndon Stadium

After an intense heart-pounding match

If you’re his opponent, when you go to shake his hand after the battle, he’ll take it

And drop down on one knee

If you’re just watching the match, he’ll call you out to the pitch

As the new head of the Galar League, he’s already got the staff clued in, no surprises with them

You walk onto the pitch to a roar of applause, having an inkling of what’s about to happen, where Lee gives you a kiss, takes your hand and get into position

Presents to you a little velvet box

And gives a heart-warming but brief speech

He’d love to go on, really pour his heart out… but some of the things he wants to say are just for your ears only

The whole time the audience is waiting on bated breath

With the occasional holler of “Go Leon!” and “Say Yes!”

Somebody did shout “Say no! I wanna marry him first!”

Which admittedly made you chuckle

The whole proposal is being broadcasted on the big screen, and across the region, maybe even the world

Which means, when you say – no, exclaim - “Yes!”, It’s the yes heard around the world

The crowd goes W I L D

Just an eruption of clapping and hollering and screaming

But you don’t register it at all

No, you’re too focused on the love of your life, slipping a gorgeous ring on your finger

And taking you in his arms

So warm, and strong, and perfect

He holds you to his body like you’re the most precious thing to him

Which you are

“I love you,” you hear him whisper in your ear

Your answer comes in the form of a passionate, triumphant kiss

Which makes the crowd go even crazier

Now, if you’re someone who’s more introverted, private and/or not a fan of public proposals

I imagine it’d go a little something like this;

It’d be a proposal in your shared home

And he’ll pull out all the stops to make it as romantic and as cosy as possible

He’ll secretly take a half day from the battle tower to prepare everything while you’re busy with work/school/etc.

The whole living room will be transformed

I’m talking candles (with your favourite scent)

Bunches upon bunches of favourite flowers

An arch decorated with said flowers

And so many photos of the two of you together from your relationship

Plus, ones of you that he just thinks are cute

He’ll prepare your favourite meal or order your favourite takeaway too

And he’ll wait by the front door, practically buzzing with excitement (and a touch of anxiety)

I mean, he’s pretty sure you’ll say yes

But he has an old, toxic friendship with doubt so, it’ll always be there, whispering falsehoods

You arrive home

Greeted by the sight of your purple haired himbo

And the lovely display he’s set up for you

It’s not your birthday, so you know something special is afoot

Even though, you’re certain it’s going to end with a proposal, you still end up feeling surprised

He takes your hand and walks you through all your memories together, reminding you how much you mean to him, how lucky he is to have you, how you’ve always been there for him, how much he loves you

And how he can’t imagine his life without you

It would be too painful

All ending with him getting on one knee under the arch of your favourite flowers

You’re crying, he’s crying

As you say “Yes!” and share a tight embrace

No matter if his proposal is public or private, the wedding is DEFINITELY private

That celebration of your love with you friends and family, just isn’t for the world to see

Except a few photos on social media a week or two later lol

It’ll be cute, quaint rustic affair

Probably in Wedgehurst or Postwick

In one of those farmhouses that double as wedding venues

Raihan is most likely best man

Hop’s just a bit too young

But he’s definitely a groomsman, and the ring bearer

He and Wooloo take this job very seriously

If you for one second think Charizard isn’t also a groomsman and wearing a bowtie, you’re SORELY mistaken my friend

The guest list is mainly your and his friends and family, and the Galar League

For the life of me, I can’t imagine Lee in a plain black suit/tux

He’ll at least wear a jacket that’s a colour that suits him

Probably something that’ll match the colour scheme

Let me tell you one thing

Well, two things

Lee will definitely cry

And he will carry you over every. single. threshold.

No exceptions

When he goes in for the kissTM he’ll cup your face and kiss you with so much love and passion you’ll be breathless

I’m sorry but that just gives me butterfrees

He will give a speech and a toast to you at the reception

It’ll be heartfelt and dorky just like him

Raihan’s best man speech is funny, and just a touch irreverent

He definitely harps on about how you’re way out of Leon’s league

And how smitten Lee is with you

When it comes to the cake, if you let him, Lee would like to smush a bit of it on your face

Just a little smush

Which he fully expects you to do back to him

Again, only if this is something you want

You two will definitely feed each other cake either way though

During the whole reception (and before) Lee just has this goofy, lovestruck expression on his face

He gives you heart eyes the entire time

And he keeps asking if it’s really real

Is he really your husband now?

You delight in telling him yes, every time

 Your first dance is basically just the two of you hugging while you sway to music for like three minutes

The world disappears, and it’s just you and your husband

It’s perfect

After a fantastic night of food, dancing and fun

Leon picks you up and carries you over one last threshold

Sure, the night may be done, but the fun? That’s not over yet ;)

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[she-posts-nerdy-stuff]

Daughter of the Rain and Snow

Concept: Around ten years after the events of Crooked Kingdom, 25-year-old Captain Inej Ghafa frees Maya Olsen from a pleasure house in Ketterdam. Maya is looking for revenge against the man who put her in her position, a man who she knows nothing about except his name: Kaz Brekker.

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If anyone wants to be added let me know :)

Content Warnings: in more general terms I want to remind people to be aware of the nature of Kaz and Inej's experiences and relationship since even if I'm not directly addressing these things they tend to be implicit in any writing about them, but specifically to this chapter there's ptsd refernces, abuse references, implied sa references, addiction, non-consensual drug use, blood, and discussions of death

AO3 link: Daughter of the Rain and Snow - Chapter 99 - She_posts_nerdy_stuff - Six of Crows Series - Leigh Bardugo [Archive of Our Own]

Chapter 98 - Maya

Maya woke up screaming. Or at least she would’ve done, if she had not trained herself to scream silently. It would not do to cry out from your nightmares at the Tulip Mill. 

At first she lay quite still, her eyes closed, not sure if she was awake or if she was just aware that she was dreaming. The shaky feeling of her own breaths rattling through her ribcage was her only company. Wasn’t it? What…

She was on the Geldstradt. She remembered that. Her head hurt. She remembered all of it. Oh Djel, she remembered all of it.

Of course she did. She did not deserve to be blessed with its absence.

The air smelled of roses. Maya breathed them in; a field of spring grasses and the sun on her face, a distant voice she might have known if she'd lived a different life. Perfume on her wrist, then someone’s tight grip pulling her away. She was screaming for her father and he was turning away and she didn’t know, she didn’t understand - 

Maya’s eyes flew open as she sat up straighter than an arrow, choking on roses and smoke and feeling hot, terrible tears streaking her cheeks. Shadows and ghosts chased her to the edge of the mattress and she tumbled off the bed, hands clawing at her scalp, mindless terror blinding her from sense or thought. And now there was someone there, someone’s hands were on her shoulders, oh Djel what had she done? She would be angry with her. This would not do. Close your eyes, hold your breath.

Maya was on the Geldstradt. She was not at the Tulip Mill. 

Close your eyes. Hold your breath.

It must have taken a good ten minutes for the Ravkan woman to get Maya to sit back on the bed. What was her name? Maya knew it. She was sure she did. She searched her mind to no avail. 

She wondered if she’d gone mad. It was about time.

The woman was saying something but Maya had forgotten to listen and now it was too late. She nodded, in case she was supposed to. Her head hurt. There was a boy in the room as well. She knew him too. Or she was supposed to.

Maya felt dizzy.

“Maya?”

She tried to force her eyes to stay open. She was quite sure she was supposed to be paying attention.

“Maya, can you hear me?”

Yes. 

You didn’t say that out loud.

Maya nodded.

“... need to…” 

Oh. Maybe she couldn’t quite hear her after all.

Nina. That was her name. Nina. Who had told her that?

Nina was still talking, and Maya blinked slowly before realising that Nina was holding something out in front of her. A plate.

“Maya, are you listening? You need to eat something,”

She wanted to. She really, really wanted to. 

There had been a reason she couldn’t, different here to at the Tulip Mill. But she was so hungry, and she couldn’t remember what it was. It couldn’t have been that important, if she couldn't even remember what it was. She didn’t even notice what she was eating as she took it. Nina watched her. How absurd. Maya might have laughed, if it was safe to laugh.

“... worse than I thought, but if she’s…”

It was the boy again. What was his name? He talked of strange things flitting in and out of Maya’s mind like water draining through a sieve, only the tiniest droplets managing to cling on. 

“... differently to Inej, there’s no singular point of…”

Inej. Inej.

Maya had remembered Inej a few minutes ago. Now she was slipping out of her grasp. Maya was supposed to say something to her… or ask something about her? Was she alive? Maya was supposed to ask if Inej was still alive. And if she was, she was supposed to apologise to her.

“Maya?”

Couldn’t they just let her sleep? Her eyelids were heavy, her head was pounding, the world was far too bright and it was hurting her eyes.

No. No she couldn’t sleep. She was supposed to… no, it was gone again. 

Someone was in front of her, and something cold was in her hands. A glass. She knew she should not drink. She knew that more than she knew that she should not eat. But her throat was a desert and her brain was shrivelling. And besides, she’d already eaten. Once you’ve bitten the apple, how much worse can you do? 

Celina liked apples. They were her third favourite fruit.

Where was Celina?

Maya’s third favourite fruit was pear. What a silly thing to remember.

Celina was dead.

Apples were Maya’s second favourite fruit. But Celina liked strawberries more than apples, and pomegranates more than strawberries.

Celina was dead.

Maya liked raspberries. Celina said they were probably in her top ten, but not in her top three. She liked pomegranates and strawberries and red apples, and when she went home she was going to eat them all until her stomach hurt. 

Celina was dead.

Maya wanted to eat raspberries and apples and pears. When Celina went home she was going to buy a thousand pomegranates and cut them open so they bled across the table, and eat them with her fingers so the juice dripped down her arms. 

No she wasn’t.

Because Celina was fucking dead.

“Maya? Maya, can you hear me?”

Nina again. She came slowly into focus as Maya nodded.

“Maya, can you say something for me?”

Maya wanted to shake her head. But she wasn’t supposed to. She shivered.

“Is Inej alive?”

She heard edges of the response, but it seemed to be positive. That was good. Probably.

Celina wanted to go home and eat a thousand pomegranates. Maya remembered her talking about going home, considering the thin little sheath of kruge she had hidden in her mattress. She remembered Celina swaying where she stood, crying, begging to be given her oblivion. She remembered wondering, if they ever had enough money, whether Celina would even be able to leave. Maya never reminded the older girl that she would not be able to follow her back to Fjerda, because she never dared to speak of her Grisha power to her. She didn’t know what she thought of it. But it had begun to look like neither of them were destined to leave this cursed, ugly city. Celina would be bound here to rot as she drank her tea, and Maya would be tied down by her own drug. By her pretty, bloody, throbbing vengeance. She never talked to Celina about that either.

But that didn’t matter anymore. Celina would not rot here, because there was nothing left of her to decay. She was ashes on the Reaper’s Barge, and Maya’s still breathing corpse was alone left to remember her. Not even the worms in this city were allowed to eat. 

Maya wanted to eat semla, with sweet almond paste. And raspberries. And pomegranates. And crisp red apples. She wanted to hear them crunch when she bit them.

Her head hurt. Had she already thought that? Well it still hurt, so it warranted thinking it again. She was holding a half-empty glass of water. She studied it for a moment, then took a sip. Or was it another sip? Probably. Maybe.

“Maya,”

She’d slipped again. Maybe. Her eyes ached. How could eyes ache? Maybe that was normal, and she had just forgotten what it felt like. 

“Maya,”

Oh Djel, she’d forgotten to pay attention again. They were impatient. Who were they? It didn’t matter. She needed to pay attention. She wondered if they would want her to apologise. Was it safer to be quiet, just in case?

“Maya, do you know what’s happening?”

Maya frowned.

“Am I sinking?” she asked.

That would be funny, wouldn’t it? If she drowned? Maybe funny wasn’t the right word.

Ironic. It would be ironic, if she was drowning. 

There was pomegranate juice on Maya’s fingers. She licked it. It tasted metal. It was not pomegranate juice.

“Am I bleeding?”

A brief pause.

“No,”

“Are you?”

Nina - yes, that was her name - looked confused. Could she not see the blood? That seemed unlikely. It was everywhere. Maya held her hand out.

“Look,”

“Maya, there’s nothing on your hand,”

“Oh,”

Maya sipped her water - again? Or for the first time?

Shit. What was happening? Something seized inside Maya’s chest, making her heart beat faster. 

“What- Wh- Why-?”

“Maya? Maya, breathe, there’s nothing-”

Maya gasped as something else took hold of her insides, and suddenly her heart was slowing back to a safe and steady rhythm.

“What’s happening?” she whispered, not sure if she’d meant to ask.

Not sure if she was supposed to.

“Do you remember helping Inej?”

Did she? She wasn’t sure.

“You extracted poison from her,”

Oh, that’s right. That was why she wasn’t sure if Inej was alive. But she was. That was good.

Maya nodded.

“When you did that,” Nina was saying, “you absorbed some of it into your own body,”

She kept talking, but her voice faded away.

Maya giggled. Now it made sense. Prayers were answered after all, it seemed, and Maya was going to get what she deserved. 

She had asked for oblivion and, she was sure, Djel had been more than happy to oblige.

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[iamsherlocked1479]

Chapter 14

A/N: Okay so I know I usually put these at the end but the song i've attached today kinda plays its own role in the story with it being what i wanted the song the reader plays. Music is very important to me and helps me write these stories so i would apreciate if you listened along too! But as always I can't force ypou too but for reference (i'll add it in bractes anyways) Sherlock starts playing at 2:34 and they play together at 2:49. But yeah happy readng and for refernce i only know the parts of the song thans to a tiktok account called joelsvnny so please check him out!

You entered the cafe to find Professor Hiddleston sitting at a table at the corner of the room, his hands clasped in front of him as his eyes bore into the computer screen in front of him. His blonde curls were starting to grow and the sun was in just the right angle to make it look like his hair was glowing, causing you to pause for a moment to stare at him. Since you had been in his class, you had not really paid attention to the professor but you quietly admitted to yourself he was moderately attractive. His ocean blue eyes looked up from the screen and met with yours, a smile playing on his lips almost immediately when he spotted you in the doorway to the cafe, watching him.

“Y/n, it's so nice to see you again.” He smiled shaking your hand “I was sorry to hear about what happened to you, kidnapping, not usually what happens my students.”

“Oh right, yeah I can understand the confusion that would come with that.” You laugh nervously “thank you anyway professor, for asking to meet with me.” You say as you sit down and tuck yourself in.

“Please, no need to be professional, this isn't university. Call me Tom.” He smiled warmly

“Right, so Tom.” You paused it felt a bit weird. “What was it you wanted to talk about?”

“You, if i’m correct, you write your own work outside of what I assigned to you? Sorry if this seems odd, your friend erm louise came and spoke to me, she uh can be quite convincing when she needs to be.” He laughed rubbing the back of his neck.

“Yeah, I’m sorry about her, honestly I didn't know she would do that.” You take a sip of your coffee which was brought to you a second ago.

“Yes, so I read a few of your pieces that she gave to me, again it was more of a forced thing and I thought they had some real potential. So I'm here to propose an offer.” He took a moment to glance at the window furrowing his brow. “I’m sorry but is that Sherlock Holmes?” You turned your head and cursed under your breath as you saw Sherlock peering in through the window gesturing you to come outside.

“I’m sorry, just ignore him, he's uh my roommate and well he’s a bit well, strange. And I would say overprotective after what happened.” You sigh and ignore the now frequent buzzing of your phone

“Right, well I have a few hours between classes every week and I was wondering if you would like to meet up occasionally and I would tutor you to help get your work done. I also have a contact in the publishing industry who could be of use if I could send him your details?” He asked

“Y-yes oh my god that would be amazing.” You jumped in your seat with excitement and at that very moment Sherlock burst through the door.

“Y/n Mrs hudson found some of your old things i thought I’d let you know.” He cleared his throat finally noticing you were with another human. “Oh, apologies uh, Sherlock Holmes.” He held out his hand

“Yes and i am-

“Professor Thomas Hiddleston, a teacher of  English language who lives just outside london.” Sherlock smiled as he gripped you professors hand

“How did you do?”

“Oh well he is a detective.” You laugh trying to cover sherlocks creepy demeanor

“Of course.” Tom laughs nervously “well I suppose I should get going, i have a train to catch.” He got up and you copped shaking his hand “and y/n, if you get stuck im just a call away.” He smiled and put his arm on your shoulder. Sherlock noticed this and grabbed your arm with a scowl and pulled you from the cafe.

“I’m sorry, but what the hell?!” You pull your arm away from him.

“Oh come on, he was so trying to get in your bed.” Sherlock announced 

“He was helping me out, he has a girlfriend for christ sake!” You huff pushing open the front door of baker street.

“That doesn’t mean anything, you’re you!” He gestured to you

“Wow the flattery is real sherlock.” You say sarcastically. You walk up the stairs and find a box of your old things had been placed on the coffee table in the living room.

“Mrs hudson was having a clear out and asked you to do the same, I’ve already looked through some interesting things.” He says tracing his fingers over the box.

“You really have no perspective on personal items do you, or privacy apparently.” You say searching through the box

“Yet you still slept with me.” He smirked. You bite the inside of your cheek while rolling your eyes. You look in the box and smile as you pull out your old violin. “Interesting, what's that?” He asks

“It's an output so I can attach it to amps and loop pedals?” You say back as if it wasn’t obvious 

“Well then it's not a proper violin, mine doesn’t do that.” He says taking the instrument from you

“Well maybe yours isn’t a proper violin.” You joke back

“Anyways, why would one need a loop pedal for a violin?”

“To compose and play songs that weren't exactly made for violins.” You rummage through the box as he continues 

“So you're telling me you played pop songs on a classical instrument.” He huffs “humans are strange.”

“You are human, you are human right?” You joke “oh shit look, my old loop pedal.” You pull out your old loop pedal and brush off the dust.

“Then enlighten me, play something.” He holds out your violin and you stand there just staring at him.

“Well, it might be out of tune, you know it's been a while.” You look at the floor, it's not like you didn’t want to play it. But it's him, for whatever reason he likes you, you didn’t want to lose that. He lifts the violin to his cheek and runs the bow along each string.

“Sounds good to me.” He hands the violin to you again and you take it gently and release a long sigh. “Use the loop pedal.” He adds with a smile, he liked it when you did as you were told.

“Okay then, i’ll do a song I learned a while ago, how about a song called another love. Are you familiar?” 

“Vaguely but yet again I know everything” He replies watching as you plug in the loop pedal, he takes a seat in his chair and watches as you ensure everything works

“Okay, uh so first you have to do the staccato parts, this song has three, so how its done is you play the first one press this. And then you can add more and it will record them.”

“I'm familiar with the workings of loop recordings y/n.” He states as you play the staccato parts.

“Just, let me go through it okay, do you want to hear it or not?” You tut and stare at the way he smiled when he bugged you, you rolled your eyes and lifted the violin to your cheek again. “Then over the staccato I usually add the chords, again there's three in this.” You play the chords and begin to smile to yourself, you missed playing the violin, you missed the feeling of calm it brought.

“And I’m guessing now the bass?” He questions, leaning forward. Your brow raised at his interest, it was probably due to being stuck on a case but a small part of you believed otherwise. He was your boyfriend now right? You think so, what would this agreement include? It's not like you weren't up for friends with benefits but it's not what you wanted. But anyways back to recording, you recorded the base fairly easily only having to redo it once. You played it back smiling to yourself, it was sounding good so far, it's not finished but it was getting there. You stopped going through the steps with Sherlock, you knew he knew what everything was, for whatever reason he wanted to see you play, and if you could please him hopefully he’d please you. You record the pizzicato, flicking your fingers across the strings before being cocky and not even pausing to add the tremolo and adding it almost like instinct. You stopped the recording and created the loop, you turned to look behind you expecting your aunt to be stood recording like she used to, it was almost Christmas so she probably wanted a photo for a card to send to relatives you have no idea exist. But she wasn’t, it was just you and him. He was sat now practically at the edge of his seat eyes locked on the instrument. You exhaled bringing it to your chin and began to play.

He watched you play, he watched every single movement, his chest tightened at the way you smiled when you reached the chorus, the song was sad yet he could tell it brought you happy memories. He’d seen the photos of you and your mother, he could tell christmas wasn’t your favourite time of your after what happened. He must have zoned out because when he looked back your eyes were fixed on his. Your brow pinched together he could see you thought he wasn’t enjoying it, he acted quickly and grabbed his violin, he brought it to his cheek playing the tune he had quickly picked up. (2:34)

You paused watching him play, you gave him his moment, as he often stole the limelight, but you didn’t. He didn’t change the song or play it differently, he played it your way, following your lead. (2:49)You waited for the final chorus to repeat again and joined him and now here you were alone in baker street with him. Recently whenever you where alone with him it involved him pining you down and fucking senseless but now you where together, doing something you enjoyed not taking a moment to watch his muscles tighten around his shirt as he moved or waiting him for notice you. You just saw him, you figured it out, he wanted to see you happy, he wanted to see you or be it he wanted you to see you. The you which even you haven’t seen in a long time. And now the song was over, you stood in silence watching as he slowly put the violin down, you breathless, you don’t know why but you found yourself gasping for air. You just breathed watching as he slowly stepped closer to you. 

Sherlock didn’t understand the force that was pulling him towards you; he could sense your vulnerability and wanted to calm it. He too felt defenceless, he wanted to feel you in his arms, he wanted to hold you and make sure you were safe, the woman never caused him to feel like this, you were not the woman, and she was not you. He had conducted this experiment out of his own curiosity, and now he wasn’t quite sure what to do next.

 He took the instrument from your hand and cupped your chim. He brought your lips to yours and kissed you deeply, he didn’t rush to take off your clothes. He didn’t take them off at all, he just held you close to him, keeping your lips on yours until the moment was ruined by a vibration of his phone on the desk. He sighed and pulled away.

“I’m sorry I put you on the spot like that.” He looked down at his phone. “I’m sorry, I have to go.” He put on his coat and left. You watched him walk down the street, he tucked his collar upwards trying to keep the icy cold breeze off his neck, he still hadn’t got a replacement for the one that ended up being covered in blood. 

“Hoo hoo, oh I see you found your violin dear.” Mrs hudson came in behind you with your laundry.

“I told you, you don’t need to do that.” You kiss her cheek as you take the folded clothes from her arms.

“I know but I was putting sherlocks in anyways” she smiled.

“Oh by the way, we need to take a photo this year’s Christmas card, i have simon coming later to take it if that's okay.” She began tidying the room

“Huh?” You say turning back to the window watching as Sherlock was now nowhere to be seen.

“Out again is he? Yes, business with Mrs Adler's phone again, I saw him take it out the other day. Dangerous business, promise you’ll stay away from all that.” She grabbed your arm making sure you heard her. But all you could focus on was the name, it was the woman. The only other woman you knew Sherlock would obsess over. But he wants you, right?

“I won’t, now I'm going to put this away.” You say taking the clothes. You sigh, kicking open your bedroom door. You instantly notice the package on your bed. It was neatly packaged with a big red bow tied in the middle. You undid it and opened the box revealing a new laptop, you opened the lid and a note fell from it.

“Sorry about breaking the last one, I had some business I had to attend to. See you soon Harley.”  

JM X

Shit, no this wasn’t good, he was gone you thought he was gone. You looked around your room, it felt different, something was wrong. The air was fresher, not the usual scent of coffee and books. 

“Has anyone been in the house today?” You shout down to your aunt

“No dear, only me, you and Sherlock.” She shouts back. He had been in your room, Jim Moriarty had been in your Fucking room.

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A/N: its me agan forgot say that I will be doing weekly uploads of this every Wednesday between 2-4pm Uk time <3

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[misc-obeyme]

Same!! Ive been intrested into demonology and probably the occult for about 9 years, and also been in so many media,like SPN, Helltaker, Sandman, Shadowhunters (infernal devices) lucifer tv, and quite a few animes. I love how they all have the same characters but how different they all are, like in obey me differs from Shadowhunters...like i still have a deep rooted hatred for Asmodeus (TMI) but in love with Asmo from OM.

I like to put other refernces, like in TMI Belphegor denounces marriage because he hated being married.

Witj tje whole Lucifer story which is really intresting how they interpreted it, and also I kinda feel like Asmodeus and Solomon story from stories and how they have done that in Obey me.

Also Lilith, the queen of hell, mother of all demons, and wife to Lucifer (many media) has done the same concept for Lilith, but it differs from OM to making Lilith their sister.

Im not that deep into it, but ive been intressted in the King and the lore surrounding Asmodeus, and Asmodeus (TMI) lead me to Obey me, listenjbg to chants and got a sigil necklase.

But im not much of an expert compared to other people. But my friend always says every fandom that you are in, there are demons and or angels.

Oh yes I was absolutely in the SPN fandom and it was definitely because I was curious about the whole angel/demon thing. I got pretty into it for a while. Sandman is another one and I was also drawn to Good Omens for the same reason. One of my favorite fictional angels is Islington from Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman. Just something about him was so creepy lol.

I’m not familiar with Shadowhunters or the Mortal Instruments though I have heard of them!

But it is so interesting to see the differences. Lilith is a great example! I felt like they really went in a completely different direction with her for OM. Because she is far more often depicted as evil. And in OM she is always an angel and she’s just really wholesome even if she did rebel when it came to humans.

I’m pretty sure it’s the same for Asmo. Asmodeus is always supposed to be this completely evil type of character and OM was just like nah we’re going to make him delightful instead! I suppose they have to do some of that because of the fact that this is an otome game and you’re supposed to want to date him lol.

What can I say some of us just find these ideas really interesting! I know it’s not everybody’s cup of tea, but I personally enjoy it.

#anon asks #misc answers

[stressed-chaos]

Memories - Part 22

Okay so, they are close to ending the slow burn, just a few more to go! This is just some fluff, with revelations and all!

Hope you all enjoy this one! Comments are appreciated!

If anyone wants to be added in the tag list, they can let me know.

Warnings: Refernces, mention of traitors, therapy, horror stuff.

(I do not support the Harry Potter author, I just like the series. Also, this chapter was written before she revealed her views)

Tick…Tick…

Boom!

Y/N just wanted it to be over. 

-

“What are you looking at?”

The girl jumped in shock and frantically tried to hide any evidence. She looked behind her to see Ben with a sheepish smile on his face, holding a cup of coffee in one hand and a tea in another. She had not heard him, deeply engrossed in her task. Handing her one, he plopped down on the couch beside her and shifted back and forth trying to get a glimpse of her device. Ben was just able to see a single word before Y/N yeeted her phone to the end of the couch.

“Therapy?” He questioned with furrowed eyebrows.

“Hm? Oh that’s uh— nothing,” she answered looking anywhere but his large black orbs.

“Y/N.” His voice was stern.

“Benjamin.” Hers was a whine of protest.

Ben did not back down. He held her gaze for a few moments before his eyes flickered towards the device, his partner’s eyes following behind. Her next moves were swift and she grabbed Ben’s arms holding them in place. All the training she had done, learning to fight for her roles had played off. She forgot one thing though, Ben had the same. He moved at a pace that was almost Quicksilver’s to Y/N, and pinned her to the couch. He smiled in victory and moved to retrieve the phone, carefully keeping Y/N locked under him. She tried to squirm out of his grasp but to no avail.

“Did you change the password?” Her smirk was matching one of his bastard characters. Ben looked at her with innocent eyes, propping on his elbows to keep from putting his whole weight on her and gave her his best puppy dog eyes. Bastard. He knew what he was doing. His big onyx eyes held all the convincing power in the world. “Fine.”

“Yes, I have a therapist appointment tomorrow.”

“And you didn’t tell me because…” Ben trailed off, waiting for his significant other to finish. 

“I was thinking of canceling it and I’m sure you won’t let me.”

Ben now held a soft gaze. “Love, I would not force you to. But, try once? If you feel like you shouldn’t do it afterwards, then we’ll stop.”

-

Ergo, here she was. Dr. Christos-Radcliffe was a wonderful therapist, don’t get her wrong, but Y/N’s mind was somewhere else. She was thinking about the change (or the lack of it) after she'd almost kissed him. They had become more comfortable around each other, since Ben had nothing to hide (not that she knew of). There was no change in their routine, just the parts where they went to their work, which was in the same city. It was as if nothing had changed, yet so much had.

“Ms. Parker,” a voice called.

Y/N hummed, mind still floating somewhere.

“Ms. Parker,” a little louder. That had managed to gain her attention, which most of the times, wasn’t easy.

“Yes, doc?”

“Penny for your thoughts?” There wasn’t any annoyance in her tone, just curiosity.

“Oh! I’m so sorry, doc!”

Dr. Christos-Radcliffe leaned forward in her chair, “Are you still having nightmares?”

“No,” Y/N lied.

“Ms. Parker, you have to understand that I am here to help you. There are people who care about you and your hus—friend…also wants you to be fine. But we cannot help you if you’re gonna lie.” 

“I barely know you doc.”

“That’s the point, isn’t it? You won’t be judged by a stranger.” She had got her point across.

“You’re not completely one. I know your name.”

“This isn’t IT, Ms.Parker.”

“I know, I know and I’m sorry, doc. It’s just, I don’t want to relive them. I always see the same stuff and it feels so…so fictional but every other time, more real. The screams that echo in my head every night are of the person sleeping beside me. It just…scares me. But—But please don’t tell him any of that. He has enough on his plate, don’t need him to worry further.”

“Don’t worry Ms. Parker. The patient- doctor confidentiality exists.”

And the timer rang. “See you next time, doc. Hope you don’t do the notebook thing.”

“It’s not passive-aggressive Ms.Parker, just the same as you maintaining a journal.”

-

Y/N drove home. The session wasn’t much helpful, but it was only the first one. Maybe she’ll try again. She could already see the smug smile on Ben’s face he would be trying his best to hide on hearing she was considering again. But, in his defense, he did want her to feel mentally safe. It’s nice to have someone worry sometimes. At the beginning of the session, she was waiting for it to end, but now, she was actually considering it. That did sound like progress in her mind. She had plenty of time to worry about it though. For now, what she wanted were some delicious donuts.

“Honey, I’m home!” Y/N’s voice boomed through their house. Placing the package of fresh pastries on the coffee table, she looked around to spot Ben. Maybe he has gone out. But there might be a note then. She shrugged before shooting him a quick text and settled onto the couch, with the donut box. She mindlessly scrolled through Tumblr, her mind drifting to all the possible locations Ben could be. She decided to not think about it much and paid attention to her stuff. She saw a post that made her squeal and almost dropped the treat. Catching it in time, she heaved a sigh. 

Y/N felt a presence around her and seeing a faint shadow, threw the cushion in its direction before swiftly getting up and holding a more protective stance. She looked up to see, in all his glory, her flatmate standing there with his hair freshly damp. She screamed and covered her eyes noticing his whole state and turned away muttering sorries over and over again. Hearing a chuckle, she threw another pillow towards the sound and grinned when let out a humph, asking him to put on a shirt.

“You can look now. It’s not like you haven’t seen it before.” Muttering the last part, he adjusted the cushions he was so graciously attacked with back on the couch. 

“Where the fuck did you come from?”

“Language, love,— yeah like you don’t cuss—I came from the shower. I heard you squealing and thought you were in trouble.”

“And you brought a t-shirt to save me, O knight in shining armor?” She batted her eyelashes at him, bowing a bit to further add to the effect.

“I don’t usually think before running to save a damsel in distress.” Pausing for a few moments, he remembered. “Did you see a mouse or something?”

“Huh, there’s no—oh that. Yeah well, I did not see a mouse, but I saw a Wormtail,” she nearly spat the last words out. “Who?”

“YOU. You are Pettigrew, the tucking traitor.” She pointed an accusing finger towards him, in an almost dramatic fashion, but she couldn't care less.

Confusion formed on his face. Had he betrayed James and Lily without knowing it? He kept going through every situation in his head as to what she could’ve found out. There wasn’t a long list and he reached a conclusion fairly quickly. He took some long steps, hastily closing the distance between them, “I’m sorry, my love. I'm so so sorry I didn’t tell you. But when I first told you, you fainted and I freaked out and then we thought it would be better not to,” fear was storming in the night sky of his expecting the worst, accompanied with an actual crack of thunder. 

“What’re you talking about?”

“The same thing you are talking about. Though now seeing it, I think we’re talking about different stuff.”

“Damn right we are buckaroo. How could you not tell me that you’re the fan cast for Sirius Black? Saints, I would have never found out if I didn’t see Tumblr. That’s why Padfoot’s named so, isn’t it? How could you keep this from me? I trusted you, Ben. I trusted you and you stomped on it like a bug,” she looked away from him.

Ben visibly relaxed, a weight off his shoulders. And soon his face broke into a big grin, it felt as if his face would split into two. What all had he thought of, and what it turned out to be. 

“I’m sorry love. It—it slipped my mind. I kind of thought you did not forget that when you forgot all that stuff.”

“Well…when you put it like that…I’m sorry for lashing out, you couldn’t have known. You would make an excellent Padfoot, Ben. It’s a shame they have not done anything about that yet. It does not mean you’re perfectly safe though. The wrath of my anger hasn't withered yet.” She humped and crossed her arms, face forming a pout.

“What did I do now, sweetheart?” There wasn’t even a trace of guilt in his voice, nor worry. 

“….nothing actually, but I have all this pent up anger and you’re the only one around.”

Ben bursted out laughing. He heard Y/N mutter something about how he could at least try to look sorry, for the effect of things and said, “Okay, okay, so, as an apology, can I carry you to the kitchen and get some of the donuts you brought, your majesty?”

“Sure you can, trusty steed.” She announced climbing on his back. Wrapping her arms around his neck and resting her chin on his head, she ordered, “On forth.” Ben chuckled and compiled. How could he resist that cute face and actions anyway?

-

Happy birthday to you!

Happy birthday to you!

Y/N enjoyed the cupcake after blowing off the single candle on it. She, for the life of her, couldn't put 105 candles on the cake, or not even the number ones. Ben had still not woken up in the morning, surprisingly not even from the aroma of her baking. Putting some of the leftovers in the fridge for Ben, she went to set up the breakfast and snacks for the special day.

Today was 10th March. And it was the birthday of two of her favorite characters, Remus and Bucky. Albeit one of them was sadly, six feet under, it was still an occasion to be celebrated. Setting up the snacks and the movie to celebrate, she waited for Ben to wake up. She waited for 5 more minutes, and grumbled, stomping over to wake the cat-like creature sprawled on their bed. Oh right, it was ‘theirs’ now. 

“Wake up Black. It’s your husband's birthday,” she mumbled while shaking him.

He just turned to face the other side, pulling the blanket over his head.

She tried again, but this time he grabbed her hand and trapped it below his elbow, snoring softly. She cautiously removed her hand and went inside the bathroom, picking some water in a jug and grinned deviously before pouring some of it on his head. She may be a malice, but cold water to face is harsh. 

Ben woke up in a snap, gasping and mumbling incoherent words. He started asking, “What happened? What happened?” before hearing her howling laughter. 

He grinned, a mischievous look in his eyes. “You little minx,” before leaping from the bed and grabbing her by the waist. He softly but with a fake dramatic action threw her in the bed and pinned her to it. He moved to pick up the jug and also poured some of the water on her, while maintaining direct eye contact. 

-

Y/N was finally able to coax Ben out of the bed claiming he needs to be prepared for his own partner’s birthday. Prisoner of Azkaban played on the screen with Ben munching on the cupcake. They had seen the movie many times already, but it was the only one without any deaths in it and they did not need a sad ending right now. 

Ben knew their yearly routine. A cake, movies, then another cake with Sebastian. Last year, she wasn’t there, but he wasn’t going to let their tradition die, so he made a cupcake (the same way she always does) and gave it to one of her co-worker at the library (cause leaving them at the door would be pretty suspicious if you ask him) and thankfully, she believed him and promised to hand over the treat to Y/N. This year though, Ben wasn’t sure if she remembered or not and hence, didn’t bother waking up. He had plans to make one cake today too, but he figured he could do that later. Right now he just wanted to snuggle with his wife (who had replaced herself with a pillow carrying her scent).

He could make delicious pancakes, and was a decent cook, but full on baking cakes weren’t exactly his forte. The cake he had made last time was…edible. They couldn’t really compare with the ones Y/N makes, but hey, nobody had to go to the hospital. Her lessons maybe had helped him a bit after all.

They switched on to Captain America: The Winter Soldier after the previous line, purposely choosing to skip The First Avenger. They snapped a quick picture of the first scene with the Winter Soldier and Ben uploaded it to his Instagram with the message, ‘Happy birthday to my husband and my best friend’s husband, Remus Lupin and Bucky Barnes. #10th March tradition.’ 

“Who the hell—

Y/N groaned. Her phone really rings at the worst times. She was going to give the caller a piece of her mind. You do not just call someone in the middle of this scene, it’s an unspoken rule. Ben hastily paused the movie while Y/N saw the caller ID. All of her disappeared in a second and turned into anxiety. ‘Harry not Potter’ was sprawled across the screen, a cheeky picture of the man staring into her eyes. Ben must have done this while he was saving the number. She panicked for a moment remembering that she was apparently friends with Harry Styles now (it was pretty hard to digest a fact like this). She picked up the call and put it on speaker so that Ben could save her lest her voice did not work.

“Hello Mr. Brother in Law. How are you?”  Rays of happiness were radiating from his voice. 

Y/N, as expected, was too stunned to speak. Ergo, Ben took the command.

“I’m good, Fruit man.”

Harry chuckled through the screen. “Y/N nearby?”

Ben nodded his head, before remembering he can’t see it, and confirmed verbally. The line was silent for a few seconds, while Harry decided what to say to someone who doesn’t really remember you, at least not the way you want them to.

“Hey, sis.”

“Hey…Harry.” The person could feel her nervousness through her voice. He did not understand this much though, he is also a person, there’s no point in being nervous. Though people are usually shy talking to someone new though. He sighed disappointed at the ‘new’ thing, but expected it. It’s not like she would remember him miraculously just hearing his voice.

“What’re you doing?”

“Just watching some TV.” They shared a small conversation, Y/N slowly easing with every random topic Harry brought up. She was glad he did not talk about forgetting him, though his hesitancy sometimes did sound like he really wanted to. Their conversation was interrupted by a girl’s voice coming from Harry’s voice, making him pause the conversation. 

The phone was still on speaker, and Ben watched Y/N if she got the slightest uncomfortable. Harry had the tendency to make everyone ease up to him, but he was still cautious. When the girl’s voice echoed through the room, his ears perked up, and he leaned forward to speak, “Who are you with, Haz?”

The man on the other line struggled to find any sorts of words. He was audibly stammering while the girl in front of him was making confused faces at him. He motioned the girl in a ‘I’ll explain you in a moment’ and went to answer the two people listening on the other side, who were straining their ears, trying to listen for any sort of noise. “She’s my girlfriend.”

-

He heard a deafening “WHAT!?”

Chuckling, Harry continued. “Is that so hard to believe?”

There was a silent pause before anyone spoke, “Since, uh, when?”

“Since about a week ago.”

“And you didn’t tell us?”’

“We wanted to keep it private for now.”

Y/N and Ben continuously fired questions at Harry and he happily obliged. ‘Sides, it was Y/N who had told him to keep updating her before she forgot him. He was just fulfilling a promise he made to the past her. Harry had planned to call them a lot of times before and had almost done it after their first date, but nobody had picked up the phone back then.

They learned that the girl’s name was Aislinn Green. She was a writer, influencer and was currently working on her fifth novel, The Deeper Oceans. (Ben and Y/N already searching about those). Her and Harry had met in the most cliche way possible, she accidentally spilled her drink on him and had apologized profusely before realizing who she had spilled her oh-so-cold drink on. Her realization was followed by another string of stuttering apologies before he had to hold her shoulders in place to stop her. And Harry, being the cheeky romantic he is, had also asked her out in a cliché way, “You can apologize by going out with me, for some drinks maybe?” 

And that was how their story started. 

-

Harry purposely paused this time, to let the story sink in. “I honestly thought you were with Louis, but hey! congrats. It’s about time,” Y/N blurted the first thing that came to her mind, breaking everyone else’s thoughts, chuckles following.

Though, there was one thing left to be done.

An interrogation round.

Sadly, due to their schedules they had to postpone until they met. Plus, they would be able to interrogate her better if she was in front of them. After a few more topics, keeping the conversation short, they made plans to arrange a simple meet and ended the call. Y/N immediately took the phone and searched for her name. She found the plots quite interesting and added In the Haystack to her reading list while Ben chose Mirror orbs. They discussed a little about the lady, deciding not to read any Google information yet.

“Hold up, why did he call you, brother in law? You married his sister or something?”

Ben froze, he had totally forgotten that. “Uh, inside joke.” He did his best to resist Y/N’s puppy dog eyes.

Their celebration was long finished, but their unofficial movie day continued. Sebastian, was still out of country, doing press tours and interviews for The Falcon and The Winter Soldier and was regretfully, not able to join. Despite Y/N’s much reluctance, Ben had roped her into seeing a horror movie, cooing in a baby voice jokingly that he would protect her from the monsters. Y/N had tried to switch to Hotel Transylvania, claiming it had monsters, but unfortunately, Ben had not yielded.

His were futile though. 

Y/N had ended up in Ben’s arms during the first jump scare. Ben, secretly enjoying it, was a little scared himself. But he had made great claims of courage and his ego was not letting him back down now. He was slowly rubbing circles on her hand, to calm himself down. When the twins were visiting the basement where they had heard a faint noise, Y/N hid her face in Ben’s chest. Oh fuck, oh fuck. Don’t…don’t open that…But if people in horror movies were somehow able to hear the audience, a lot of stupid lives could be saved. 

“Don’t worry love, I’ll catch all these monsters and save you.” If someone is able to save me first.

Where are superpowers when you need them? 

Creaaaaaaakkkkkk.

There was utter silence, during which Y/N dared to ask, “Are they dead yet? Ben…Ben? What happened?”

But his eyes were fixated on the screen, almost as if it had hypnotized him. The shorter of the twins was staring at the bloody spirit, which was staring right back. Ben gulped when the spirit bit off the last piece and spat it out. His other hand automatically moving to glide through his wife’s hair. 

Just as she was lifting her head to finally look at the screen, a blaring scream echoed through the room. Actually there were two, but Ben’s was mixed into the one from the attacked twin and it was lost in her hair, where Ben buried his face, looking away from the tv in a flash. Her surprised  scream followed, hiding in Ben’s shirt.

Both of them cautiously lifted their heads, looking at each other first, checking to see if the other was fine, before looking at the screen. Half of the pair was bleeding out on the ground, while the other was trying to stop the pool of blood. Wait…where did the…where did it go?

Ben shakily picked up the popcorn, while Y/N took the remote, rewinding the movie back to the attacking part, her other hand going into the popcorn tub. She was still in Ben’s lap, who’s ego was replaced by pure fear. Their positions weren’t timed right and when the figure latched itself on the twin, both jumped in their seats, some of the popcorn ending up on the floor.

By the end of it, Ben’s breathing was highly accelerated, sweat coated his forehead and his eyes were wide. Y/N’s jaw was almost on the floor, both literally and figuratively, cause she had fallen from the couch during one of the many scares. She was still holding Ben’s hand and was settled in between his legs while the man was frozen with shock.

With a lot more screams, wasted popcorn, trembling questions and bulging eyes, they were able to finish the horror-mystery. They were feeling like marines who had just survived World War 3 after fighting from the frontlines. If there had been any more, they surely would have become martyrs. They hadn’t let go of each other yet and while the credits were rolling, both finally decided to speak, accidentally doing it at the same time.

“I can’t believe—”

“It was her all—”

Y/N urged for him to continue, and held up her hand before he could try being gentlemanly and protest. “I can not fucking believe she planned it. I was thinking that the cupboard was real. Turned out to be a freaking ruse.”

“Same. That or I had my bet on the red haired lady.”

“We have to see the sequel.” Y/N’s eyes made a ‘really’ motion. 

“The nightmares from this not enough for ya’, Hercules?” Her sarcasm was mixed with a Southern accent.

“You were scared too.”

“At least I wasn’t the one who screamed like a dying cat, Sirius.”

“Okay, okay, I admit that wasn’t my best moment. So…sequel?” His cheeks coerced with a faint hue of red.

“Sure, why not. But not tonight.”

“Scared, Daredevil?”

Y/N simply pointed at the clock. “Plus, our faint little hearts might pop out of the ribs if we give it more reasons to accelerate.” Ben wholeheartedly agreed with this statement. 

The mess on the floor made its presence known when Y/N accidentally crushed a fallen popcorn while trying to get up. They let out a loud groan on the thought of cleaning it up. Y/N picked up the bowls and moved to the kitchen. “Where are you going?”

“To the kitchen, Benny.”

“Wait…Y/N, wait…”

“Come with?” The after effect fear shone brightly in her eyes. 

Ben picked up the remaining utensils and moved with her to the kitchen. A heavy sigh was heard after they finished washing the dishes. Ben had no intentions to move, the domesticity easing his mind back. 

“We still have to clean the floor.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake.”

#ben barnes #sebastian stan #benjamin barnes #benjamin thomas barnes #ben barnes x reader #ben barnes x y/n #ben barnes x you #sirius black #fanfic #fanfiction #Memories #bin bons #tumblr #horror #Marauders #marauders #harry styles #harry potter #this gif of Ben is everything

[sajaffery]

4...

i miss my old laptop. bastard collapesed on me six months ago and i’m stuck using my dads piece of shit. i keep putting off going to the apple store (yes it was a mac. i wasnt always a cheap broke, starving writer[make that pretend writer as i havent actually been published anywhere]) because i’m terrified that theyll tell me that there’s nothing that can be done and i’ll just have to buy a new one. as if i have grand to throw away! oh and something about sweat shop and kids being paid 1p an hour etc etc. lets not forget that! ok im going to cheat and read back on what i was writing before my fucking laptop froze because i’m blanking and that seemed fairly intresting, sorry. not like you care anyway its not like you had to pay for this. always remember something else is only a click away. im wrting this for me not for you. yes I lie aswell. i thought i should let that in evetually, fairly early, of coures i’m writing for you. its why all writers write, to feel worthwhile, to feel substantial and influential. and to get laid ofcourse. define me, define me, love me, love me! thats from friends by the way, no cliched literary refernce today just shitty tv references. OH SHITTY TV. thats what i was talking about, how i use shitty tv as a dont do guide for my writing. i didnt have to cheeat after all. or maybe i did and i’m just an unreliable narrator. hehehehehe you’ll never know. wow i need to stop watching bad tv. i should cancel Netflix. its got so much shit on it. i know seven pounds a month isnt much but still, more then half of thee stuff there is crap and i really dont like how they moniter peoples watching habits to make more crap tv because lets face it most people watch crap tv. oh you know its true, dont call me an elitist, fucking shit like coronation street and eastenders have been running for years and making millions and its just crap. I’d like someone to find me a fucking square with four or five streets ofshooting from it with as many fires, rapes, murders, kidnappings and robberies and i’ll withdraw this post altogether. i’ll leave tumblr even. i’d bitch about corrie except i dont know anything about it, yes yes i used to watch eastenders, get over it, everyoe goes through that phase and that shit is addictive. i’m getting tired. and i need to find more hastags. what the hell is spilled ink? it sounds cool at first, but if you think too much about it, it starts feeling a little silly. oh unless its like one of those ink blots, the kind that shrinks use in bad TV, fuck i’m starting to reapeat myself, which means i should stop wrting this, i’m done for the day. i miss word count. hahaha that came from the heart. if its like an ink blot then its pretty cool. thats essentially what this is i suppose. and ink blot giving anyone reading it a glimpse into me. okay i’ve added it. i’m tempted to add inblot aswell but then i dont want to run the joke too much. i wish i could remember what theyre called. i know it starts with an R. there an o a c and ch in there too. Roch something. i hate it when that happens

[linpunny]

🥺🥺🥺 young otaku 🥺🥺🥺

Cannon Levi is now our Otaku Senpai~

All hail the otaku senpai

Edit: this is the reaction from Levi when you give him the fly trap gift

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me Levi #AND YES I KNOW WHAT THAT REFERNCE IS FROM #but I’ll act like I don’t so you can call me young otaku #shit posting have fun 🤩 #moe moe kyun~ #like just calling Levi senpai probably makes him squirm and cream himself #sorry not sorry today

[other-peoples-coats]

Mando’a in BTMYBW part 2

Alright, so, welcome back to made up mando'a 101. The next chapter of Be that monster you been wanting (chapter 11) is about to go up, and this is, once again, the post where I break down all the word choices and kitbashed words I used in it.

Again, this is a post about linguistics and world building; you don't need to read this to understand the story. Mild spoilers for the chapter, plus a couple of details that will come up soon; nothing Hugely Spoilery, just, y'know, clarification on a couple of points mentioned in the chapter. (Tea. It's the tea.)

Previous post on this nonsense here; basic overview recap of what I'm working with is that there's ~three main dialects of Mando'a, on a sliding scale of 'precise wording and complicated grammatical structure' to 'highly contextual and simplified in the extreme grammar'. Mando’a refernced comes from both mando’a.org and the great big spreadsheet of doom; mostly the later, tbh.

Ok, disclaimers and explanation over, let's get to the kitbashed mando'a. Once again I'm breaking this down by line/chunk of mando'a, skipping things I don't think need explanation.

So, like last time, I'm gonna do mando'a - literal translation - actual translation, and then break down any other words or whatever.

Kaysh ne'ven'hiibir jekai.

Literally, this is They will not take bait; functionally, it's He's not going to take the bait. Qui-gon misses the word bait, but guesses it anyway from context and being suspicious (for, to be fair, good reason). 

Again, Kaysh is the all purpose non-genered Mando'a pronoun, ne' is the negative prefix, ven' is the prexfix for will (becoming will not or won't with the ne' added on). Hiibir is take/pick up, thus, we get will-not-take in one awkward phrase. Jerkai is bait; I figured that given Qui-gon learnt what little Kalevean Mando'a he knows doing negotiation, awkwardly, he probably didn't come across the word.

Elek, haa'banar.

Literal translation is yes, come to pass — functionally, this is the same as Yes he will, but haa'banar is more solid and much rarer in use. It's being used here by Satine as a 'He will take the bait (because he's a Jedi)', like 'if you drop a cup it will fall (because gravity applies).' Very much a statement of belief — Qui-gon's a jedi, therefore he will, sooner or later, go investigate the obvious shiny mystery they are dangling in front of him, even if anyone else might be like 'none of my business'.

Naryc, ne'ven. Mhi as'gaanir sol'tan Jetii meg ne'lendat uhiibur.

Literal translation : No, won't. We get unique Jedi who not-target puller.

Functionally, No, he's not going to. We got the one Jedi who's not an interfering busybody.

So, ne'ven is actually grammatically, uh, nonsense — it's a fragment, and should be technically attached to like, an actual word, like the last time we saw it. 

However, I figure that in at least the more contextual dialects, there's at least a bit of — y'know, weird grammatical backwards creation of words. Thus, we end up with a won't that becomes a sort of contextual negation of the whole idea that Qui-gon is going to take the bait and investigate the east wing. English does this all the time — strictly grammatically, it's wrong, but almost no one speaks entirely grammatically correct, even less when they're chatting with their siblings. 

And, of course, Bo-Katan is slightly less Kalevan influenced in dialect than Satine, which makes her more likely to do things like use the mando'a equivalent of wouldn't've than her sister. Hence also why she's a little less precise about tense; technically, all of her words are in simple present tense, instead of even simple past, but the meaning is a contextually past one (we got rather than we have a jedi who's not—).

Sol'tan is, like I mentioned last time, one, but in the sense of unique or only. Bo's emphasising that out of all the possible jedi, they've apparently got the single one that's not immediately running to solve the shiny puzzle.

meg is the catch all mando'a for which/what/that/who; it's not exactly Qui-gon's fault he guessed wrong, because it's straight up the same word for about four options. 

ne'lendat uhiibur is a kitbash - lenedat is target, and uhiibir is pull + the ur suffix for performer of the action. This is a bit of made up slang — it's an irritating, interfering person, someone who pulls on your (shooting) target, and thus fucks up your shot. The negative ne' is applied to the whole phrase; thus, Bo's complaining that Qui-gon isn't an interfering shithead.

Kih'aka'daab, Kaysh ven'taabir tok'ad briirud Coruscanta tay'haatir ibac mhi cuy tratyc besom'la kihya. Briirud jorhaa'ure'tsad ven'parer akay ibac, kry'ad edur val cuyi, vaal—

Literal translation: Small-task-down, he will-march retreat Coruscant report that we are collapsing lout village. Republic will-wait until that, corpse gnawers they are, while— 

Functionally, I translated this as If nothing else, he'll still go back to Coruscant and tell them that we're just a backwater about to collapse. The Republic'll wait for that, vultures they are, and in the meantime—

So. To start with, Mando'a doesn't seem to have a phrase equivalent to at least or at the minimum or anything similar that I could find, so I…made one up. Kih' is still the prefix for small, aka is task, and daab is down — I'm calling this one of those fossilised phrases that's made its way into general use despite being, y'know, grammatically bizarre; much like a minced phrase that out lived the context it was minced from (english examples include: caboodle, as in kit and caboodle, which was minced from the borrowed dutch phrase kitte en boedel).

Functionally, this does actually work as both if nothing else, at minimum, and suchlike; Qui-gon's not actually translating it wrong, he's just not familiar with all of the uses of the phrase and doubting himself. This is a not uncommon thing to stumble on when you're not fluent in a language; Qui-gon's hedging his bets here.

Again, ven' is the prefix for will, and taabir is technically footed, but like I said last time, I'm using it as a variable word. Here Qui-gon's understanding it as a fairly close to literal interpretation of walked, though in context it's more like hurry or run.

Briirud is retreat — Satine is emphasising that once they're done, Qui-gon will be running back to the Republic ASAP. Derogatory, in the same vein as run home with your tail between your legs. Kalevean wouldn't use briirud except in, well, exactly this sort of context — not just go back (wherever), but run away; the other two dialects would use it in a slightly wider context, but given the rest of the sentence it's still pretty derogatory and dismissive. 

tay'haatir is report — literally, it's package-truth verbed. Very much a double duty here; contextually, Kalevala usually would use this for report like give a news report, while death watch would use it for, y'know, give a military report. Different implications, similar meaning, Satine is kind of striking a middle point.

tratyc besom'la kihya - ok, so this is another kitbashed phrase. Literal translation is collapsing loutish village. Tratyc is 'in a state of collapse', besom is lout+ 'la suffix for adjective (as in, describing the village), and kihya is village, I assume from kih' (small) + what seems to be the root word related to home/living places/shelter of some kind, ya — see yaim (home), yai (womb/belly), yam (building), etc. 

Sidebar — there's probably some cultural nuance in that everything about the home seems to be very much the belly or womb of whatever, but, uh, that's about where we run into the very fucked up totally opposing canon ideas that Mandalorians both have no feelings about gender and are wholly onboard with gender equality, and also value boys much higher than girls and are generally pretty misogynistic in phrasing when it comes to female related words. (it gets pretty yikes. The similarity between the word for woman [dala] and the word for sheath [dalab, which seems a lot like woman+possesive b suffix] is, uh. more than a bit not good.)

I'm not doing that, and I'm not getting into that, so. Y'know. It's there, I know, everything about mando'a and mandalorians is on a sliding scale of fucked up implications, I'm making up words in a fake nonfunctional language so I'm choosing to eject that part of it. 

Anyway! loutish village I have used as a sort of catch all phrase for, y'know, shitty backwater, with the bonus implication that it's rough and kind of a surprise that it's still standing. Like that town that got taken over by libertarians and then immediately developed a bear problem.

Functionally, Satine is saying that if nothing else, Qui-gon is going to report back to the Republic that Mandalore is a collapsing tire fire they should stay the hell away from, lest that tirefire expand to the Republic. This ship is fuckin' sinking, do not board, look, see all this fucked up shit happening! waves evidence.

briirud jorhaa'urne'tsad - another kitbash. Mando'a doesn't have a distinction between the Republic and the Jedi, and 1) I needed one plus 2) Satine, of all people, would draw a distinction between them, particularly in this context.

Briirud is circle, jorhaa'ir is speak or talk (like having a conversation, becomes jorhaa'ur as in talkers  or the people talking, -ne is the superlative, and 'tsad is group. So, we end up with the group of people who talk in circles the most, which, if you asked any Mandalorian and got a polite answer (somehow), would just be to reflect how the Republic Senate dome is round and has so many talking pods. The less polite but much more accurate answer would be that it's basically republic(derogatory), and referencing how the republic are a bunch of two faced fast talking lying rat sucking scummy bastards.

Next few are direct from the sheet, plus a little grammar changes (ven' for will, mostly), and then we have kry'ad edur, which is literally corpse nibbler but I have coined as a kind of equivalent to vultures, in the derogatory sense. 

val cuyi,  So, this is all from the sheet, but I'm mostly pointing out that once again, cuyi is being used here by Satine as an emphasis — not just that the Republic are vultures, but that everyone knows they're vultures, and the Republic will wait for Mandalore to collapse before coming to pick over the corpse instead of facing them in a fair fight (because they're vultures). 

vaal— while. This is a dangling preposition — very formal Mando'a wouldn't use this, but Satine's just chatting with Bo, and trailing off. One of the things I'm doing my best with is to make what speech there is actually sound, y'know, like people talking, and that means fucking with grammar a lot more than technically correct.

Akay vaal, mhi cuy nari tegaanalir'an ash'ad ret'yc. Ni suvarir.

Literal translation is Until while, we are saving anyone possible. I understand.

Functionally, I went with In the meantime, we're sheltering anyone we can. I know.

So, Akay vaal does literally mean until while, but I've used it as a phrase that's sort of — until [whatever] happens, [x] is being done/happening — so, until [my dishwasher is fixed], [I am washing dishes by hand]. 

In this case, it's a linking phrase following on from Satine's statement about the Republic waiting for mandalore to collapse — thus, until [the republic stops waiting for mandalore to collapse], while [mandalore is sheltering who they can].

mhi cuy is we are, and Bo is very much leaning into the Kalevean dialect. She's just chatting with her sister here, and it's, y'know, not a fun topic, but it's also not horrifically traumatising and causing her to slip back into deathwatch dialectal habits. 

This is, incidentally, why Qui-gon is having an easier time translating things; they're speaking mostly like kalevalans, which means he's more familiar with the phrasing and structure of sentences, and is also not having to guess so much based on contextual clues.

nari tegaanalir'an is the present progressive of save or rescue — ie, saving or rescuing. Interestingly, this seems to be possibly derived from the+catch (verb), which…kind of makes sense? I guess?? Anyway, this is a word Qui-gon would have zero reason to know, and works very nicely as a word that changes the meaning of a sentence. (It's not all world building, sometimes it's just author's convenience.)

ash'ad — literally anyone, rather than everyone, which is anade; Bo's not saying they're managing to save everyone, just anyone they can manage to save. Very precise wording here — on the whole, BTMYBW is built on extremely precise word choices from a bunch of people. 

Ni suvarir - literally, I understand, functionally, more like I know. The kind of sighed agreement that you know you're doing what you can but wish you could be doing more or know it's not really enough, even if it's all you can do. Another fractional sentence; Bo's speaking far more Kalevean than deathwatch, with the use of Ni not even as emphasis, just as part of the sentence fragment.

Tion'bor borarir keenir gayi'kartay be briirud jorhaa'ure'tsad nari banar'an?

Literal translation is How work infiltrate network of circle-talkers group happening?, and functionally is How's the work on hacking the Republic network going?

Tion'bor is how (direct from the sheet), with tion' being the prefix for questions in Mando'a.

keenir is infiltrate, but given the context, it's closer to hacking, given Satine's asking about infiltrating the Republic network. Kalevean would have a specific word, probably, but also likely wouldn't, uh, really use it much; Death watch mando'a would use keenir mostly to be like, infiltrate physically and probably would also have a specific word for hacking, like, idk, radio-infiltrate or something.

gayi'kartay be briirud jorhaa'ure'tsad — this is literally network/internet of (as in belonging to) the Republic, but in context is less like, The Holonet and more like, the Senate Network specifically — the difference between going online and getting into parliament's internal network.

Majyc ray'tuure, kih'aka'daab. Meh kaysh cuyi kih'alorii, ret tuur, al'—

Literal translation — Extra week, small-task-down. If he be small royal, maybe day, but—

Functional translation — Another week, at least. If he was a diplomat, maybe a day, but—

Majyc ray'tuure is technically extra week, but given the context, it very much functions as [another week] in response to Satine's implied question of [how long until the hacking is finished]. Contextual! Kalevean wouldn't do this, probably, but then again, extra/another is a fairly logical crossover, so. Chalk it up as one of those non-literal phrases that everyone understands and people who are not fluent are like 'uh what?'

kih'aka'daab again; this time, functioning as at least rather than at the minimum. This is a more Kalevean influenced use of the phrase; Qui-gon is, unfortunately for him, tripped up because he's not aware that there is more than one use of the phrase, and he can't make the two contexts make sense with only one meaning.

kih'alorii is a kitbash! literally, it means small royal, from kih'+aloryc but made into a noun (drop the 'cy, replace with ii). Royal in this context is sarcastic; small royal is basically senator/diplomat(derogatory). They're not an actual leader, but they're carrying themselves like one, is the implication — one of those people who swaggers around like they're a king but very much aren't.

Contrast this with naak'jorad, which is also diplomat, but literally means peace-talker. 

al' is another dangling preposition — it should really be attached to a word, but again, people talk in fragments in real life, and it's a contextual sort of but [situation that means that's not happening]

So, the whole sentence is basically Bo-katan replying that it'll be at least a week until they finish hacking the republic network, because they're trying to hide it from Qui-gon, who is a Jedi and is more likely to notice Suspicious Shit than some random idiot senator/diplomat. And is less likely to be cowed by ooh scary mandos — this is why they've set up the enrichment puzzle shell game featuring the east wing (and…other things) to keep Qui-gon from noticing what they're really up to.

Dini'la jetii'dral osik. Kaysh ven'ulur mayen amyc.

Literally, this is Crazy force shit. They will detect anything changed.

Functionally, it's — well, pretty much the same, honestly. Crazy force shit. He'll sense anything different.

So, not a heap to break down here; most of it comes straight from the sheet. The couple of things to point out here are ven'ulur, which is ven'(will, you should recognize this by this point)+ulur (detect) — which is working here as a 'the force will give him Bad Vibes' — and amyc, which is changed, but also unnatural, which in this case is more like not meant to be there (in the republic system).

In context, it is very much a 'if we fuck up and leave literally any evidence about what we're doing, the Force will Tell Him, so it's taking so much longer because we can't be found out'.

Jorhaa'ir beh dini'la jetii'dral'jurur. Tion'jahaal kaysh?

Literal translation is speaking about crazy Force-carrier. How health they?

Functionally, this is Speaking of crazy Force sensitives. How are they?

Again, not a heap of non-standard words here. Dini'la is very specifically being used here — Bo is meaning both crazy as in that was a crazy plan and in the oh you are Mentally Ill kind of way. There are other words that could have been used, but she's both echoing Satine's phrase — crazy force shit to crazy force users, in terms of 'that stuff is bonkers' — and also in the, well, there's a specific force user they're talking about, and he is Mentally Unwell.

jetii'dral'jurur is jetii'dral (force)+jurir(carry/bear), verbed (hence the ur rather than ir ending). It's a phrase that's basically coming from 'people who have the Force', nonspecific to Jedi or Sith. There is a whole separate post to why mandalore refers to everything with the Force as some variation on Jetii (dar'jetii/jetii'dral/etc), but that post is not this post. So I'm gonna call it akin to how brands become the local word for the generic object — kleenex instead of tissue, hoover instead of vacuum, Jedi instead of whatever the previous mando'a word for force shit was.

And again, tion' is the question prefix, and this time it's attached to jahaal, which is health. Bo's asking how [they] are, but specifically asking how're they're doing, rather than what they're up to or anything.

Kaysh nari piru'an haran'behot.

Literal translation and functional translation: They are drinking hell-tea.

Yeah, Qui-gon was right in his translation. Nari piru'an is the present progressive of drink — thus, drinking — and you should know what kaysh is by now. 

haran'behot is hell tea, which I am using as a hellish(ly spiced) tea. Very much not something most people drink for fun. Qui-gon's guess about it being the equivalent of a phrase is wrong — it is very much an actual tea that is just spiced to hell and back.

Very grounding, one might say. Very good to keep you in the moment, and not, perhaps, having any sort of dissociative trauma response. (baby-wan drank a lot of this during the year on the run.)

Ah. Ibac dush.

Literal + functional translation— ah, that bad. 

I had considered actually using dushne, as the superlative form of bad, but honestly, that bad is a nice little bit of understatement. They both know that if their guest is drinking hell tea, things are pretty shit; the understatement is, if anything, an extra bit of emphasis.

Kih'aka'daab mhi ke'gyce Jetti nari be'chaaj'an ashi naak'jorad.

Literal translation — small-task-down we order jedi continuing-away other diplomat.

Functional translation — At least we told the Jedi to stay away from the other envoy.

Kih'aka'daab rides again! back to the at least; rip to Qui-gon, who has fully given up on working out what that means.

ke'gyce is order, and ke' is actually the imperative prefix — not just told, but Ordered.

nari be'chaaj'an is be'chaaj (away) in the present progressive, which is— kind of stay away, or continue [to be] away. 

And here we have the other, canon word for diplomat — like I said earlier, compare naak'jorad, which is diplomat(complementary) and kih'alorii, which is diplomat(derogatory). 

Bo's putting a brave face on this, but she's a little rattled, and so some of her grammar slips a bit. A bit more contextual, but it's a short sentence, and she is just chatting with her sister. 

Nu'ru'cuyir ru'vegyc'ret ashi naak'jorad maan'taap. Kaysh ru'ret'vegyc cuyir sur'aryc, mir'adir, mar'eyir nass.

Literal translation — negative-past-to-be past-maybe-should other diplomat first-place. They past-maybe-should be focused, investigate, find nothing.

Whoo, that's a doozy, right? The functional translation is There wasn't meant to be another envoy in the first place. He was supposed to get interested, investigate, and find nothing.

So, part of the reason the literal translation looks like a mess is because there's a bunch of past progressive tense in the first half of the sentence. Kalevean dialect gets messy as fuck with literal translation as soon as you start bringing in complex tenses, and this is, shockingly, kind of a lot of weird tense work. This is a sentence that would be borderline incoherent in deathwatch mando'a (no complex tenses! you get past, present, and future only, which means the phrase is, like, 'nu'ret ashi naak'jorad maan'taap. Kaysh ret sur'aryc, mir'adir, mar'eyir nass, which translates as 'shouldn't other diplomat first-place. They should focused, investigate, discover nothing', which…makes sense, but is pretty incoherent.

In average mando'a it would still be— pretty complicated and incoherent. Worst of both worlds.)

So. Lets break that original sentence down some.

Nu'ru'cuyir is the negative past tense of [to be], which works out something like There wasn't, as a part of a sentence — there was in the negative, basically, which gets you was not.

ru'vegyc'ret is the past tense of vegyc'ret, which is the modal prefix of should carried by maybe, which I am kitbashing to be supposed to or similar. should-maybe is a kind of wavering 'it'll be like this (probably)', and then it's just past tensed.

This is a fairly kalevalan word, by the by; the other dialects would have slightly less complex and specific words for meant to.

maan'taap is literally first-place or original-zone, and is another sort of fossilised word — it's a location, but it's a metaphorical location, rather than, like, a literal one. In some contexts it has a far more military implication, but that's pretty contextual.

sur'ar is literally concentrate or focus, but here I'm giving it the slant of interested — Qui-gon was meant to get interested in the east wing, investigate it, and not find anything (more than what they laid out for him). A little contextually more common mando'a than Kalevean, but this whole sentence is a weird mix of the two. Satine is frustrated and annoyed and also worried — this shell game she's running is keeps having extra shells added in, and she's not in control of them — which is pushing her dialect to shift a bit more wildly than her usual intentional blend.

And the rest of the sentence is pretty much translated already.

Oh, jii mhi cuy nari man'ceratir'an meg'tome urakto bor naas?

Last one! Literal translation is oh, now we are identifying all-together hard work nothing?

Functional translation is Oh, so now we're calling all that hard work nothing?

So, one of the things I've actually struggled with is that mando'a doesn't have any interjections or placeholder type words — oh, ah, uh, etc —, but, obviously, if you're trying to write you…need those….

So. I'm putting them in and calling it good enough. Not a lot of thought, just vibes.

Most of this sentence is straight from the sheet, more or less; the two bits that aren't are nari man'ceratir'an and meg'tome.

nari man'ceratir'an is the progressive tense of man'ceratir, which is itself identify. I'm leaning on mando'a does double duty for military/non military words, and given that this is very specifically a 'we're going to say [x] is [y]' sort of use of calling, it's a linguistic kind of joke. Like, not just 'oh, we're calling it nothing', but 'oh, we're identifying it as nothing', with the sort of Military Implications of Identifying This Thing being the joke, because it very much was not a military operation.

Like your friend saying 'we should go to the mall' and instead of just going 'yep' you respond with 'SIR YES SIR!'. kind of stupid, kind of mocking the whole thing becuase it's not that serious.

Obviously, in this context, it actually was serious, but Bo katan is trying to lighten the mood by leaning into 'haha mock overblown offended and serious'.

meg'tome is a kitbash — meg is again, the catch all which/what/that/who of Mando'a, and tome is together (you may recognise it from where it shows up in the marriage vows).

Thus, we get that-together, which is a sort of fossilised phrase of [all the subject of the sentence] together. It's a pretty contextual phrase, but it's useful enough it's stayed around, because it's handy to have a word that's the verbal equivalent of vaguely guesting at a bunch of crap, metaphorically or literally.

#mando'a #star wars #satine kyrze #bo-katan kyrze #Qui-gon jinn #btmybw #coats originals #as ever large grain of salt with all this #I am not a lingusit and do not play one on tv

[the3rddenialist]

EVO TIME TRAVEL TIMELINE

This will be loooong

And this is more of a ‘what if real life’ than an updates one. And I can’t be bother to calculate the years between each time but like, you might get the jest of it 

Warning for misspels, SUDDEN CAPS, and other weird writing things

OKAY

Evo_________________________________________________

FIRST WE GOT EVO! For pretty obvious reasons, but basically in canon they say thy go BACK in time, and assuming this applies to everyone I’ll apply it here.

And referncing Mine Craft lore, there was an apocalypse, people went zombied, places went to rubble. And you may ask if Evo is the beginning why was there people and structures? I’ll explain that later, in my personal absurd way.

So EVo is first, got it? got it!

Now what’s next? HAH you think I’ll go in LINEAR ORDER? PATHETIC.

NOpe i will go to the future! (as it’s also the next easiest to explain)

Evo_____________________________________________________Modern

MODERN?? WHO IS THY MODERN??

Yeah, next is Grian and Taurtis. With reasons that are probably really obvious. A lot of there series (including YHS, TS, DHM - CM) , especially when together is modern/or references a lot of modern things from videos games, to Santa. (BUT WAIT the OTHERS KNOW SANTA! yeah I’ll get to that)

Now who is next? ehhhhh, let’s go with the nature trio

Evo____Nature___________________________________________Modern

TRIO YOU SAY? trio i say! Now this is very much associated with their skins and themes. Mini, Martyn and Netty. Now do they feel like they should be a group of three? Eh, I’ll get to that. But with their themes of nature, and since I stated all as post Evo,  they go there. Peace Love and plants and all. Hah.

What next? hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

let’s go with Tomokawk.

Evo___Nature________________________________TOMOHAWK__Modern

Yes Tomohawk’s era is named after him, no I don’t make the rules. 

Tomohawk’s videos before Evo seem to include many other games along with MC and irl stuff. And i wasn’t too sure on anything besides the fact he’s probably a war criminal. So yeah, I smacked him between Modern era and war era.

WAR ERA??? (brilliant transition) 

Evo_Nature_____________________________War_TOMOHAWK__Modern

Now who on MC could be in the War Era???

It’s Jimmy. Timmy, Whatever his name is.

100% inspired by all his Captain America stuff, i’m sorry but my boy was basically asking for Captain America related lore. though he is no super solider lol, pathetic. Also thought him being in war era would make sense with all these Canary headcanons. And no, just because this is called the war era doesn’t mean it’s the only time with war, have you seen mc rps? there are ton. I’m just giving Jimmy this.

he knows guns.

but wait! conflicts, mafia. stuff liek that are refernced by people BEFORE THIS ERA, yeah, i know, 

NEXT ERA

Magic!

Evo_Nature_Magic________________________War_TOMOHAWK_Modern

hoo boi, welp, y’all probably know who this is, with ponies, and whimsical feels and dangerous powers. Here is Salem!

Now Salem gives MAJOR Nature vibes, but not like the other nature ones, if anything, martyn and netty both lean towards this era a bit, but they are more nature. Though I would put the duo between mini and salem. BUT BACK TO SALEM. Now Salem ALSO gives modern vibes, but like, they all do, cause they modern irl. and I wanted Salem to have her own thing. 

Now the last normal thingy before everything gets REALLY WEIRD

Travelling Steampunk Industrialisation 

Evo_Nature_Magic_Travelling Steampunk Industrialisation_War_TOMOHAWK_ Modern

Hah, you thought that space was for MORE ERAS?? HAH, Nah, it’s just a really long name.

Now this is Zee Time. Zee, Zee, Zee. Before War, Harbringer stuff, but after nature. Zee, gives off major wandering vibes, just searching, looking for something. and it all the crazy things he creates. Nowadays his things is just doing things to MC code, which can be linked to magic! But taht’s AFTER Eo though, so we’ll put that aside (puts into brings up later pocket) But also his skin gives off those major Steampunk vibes. He is also did a lot of how to build before Evo. hence the industrialisation. So I placed him there.

Wow I feel like I should be giving better explanations huh? Welp! NEVERMIND

And now, BigB and Pearl.... sighs..

Thinking about these two broke my brain and how I saw the tineline, cause suddenly it became 10x more confusing but made A LOT MORE sense.

Now them? to put it simply.

Apocalypse 1, Before Evo -BigB

Apocalypse 2, after Modern - Pearl

BUT ALSO THEY CAN BE SWAPPED!

Apocalypse 1, Before Evo - Pearl

Apocalypse 2, after Modern - BigB

Now how is that possible??? and why BOTH??

First Why.

Welp I could relate both of them to pre Evo and post modern. 

BigB skin is literally based on a zombie apocalypse, and he just felt like a type of guy to just have been there at the beginning. BUT, he is so modern that it’s constricting. This man is cookies and guns and all other roblox things lol. 

Now Pearl, she is also definitely pre-evo, with so many  Watcher!Pearl Headcanons, and she is ALSO very modern too like Grian. and she’s like a bad omen of the apocalypse too

And i personally couldn’t choose, DIDN”T WANT TO CHOOSE

So i didn’t. :D They are both a part of the same apocalypse 

Now to what I refernced at the beginning

“ if Evo is the beginning why was there people and structures? “

Welp, those were my thoughts,

“ BUT WAIT the OTHERS KNOW SANTA! “

and those

“ but wait! conflicts, mafia. stuff liek that are refernced by people BEFORE THIS ERA, “

And this

and so I made it a loop

yep, please don’t leave yet.

Evo________Nature__________>____________Magic________________

|                                                                                                                          |

Apocalypse                                                                                                     TSI

^|                                                                                                                          |

__________Modern___________<_________TOMOHAWK____________War

I have no clue what this will look like for you all but it’s a loop.

The apocalypse happens, everything from evo to modern happen until the apicalyse happens again. Therefore people in the Nature era knows of things like GUNS cause the modern era was only a few era ago, and etc. Villagers know magic, writing and a lot of other things, some blocks in MC are a lot more modern than others etc.

Also loops seem to be a theme when it comes to the Watcher, as in Martyn’s lore, the 3rd life/last life is an endless loop, or something. Hence what i got major inspiration from.

You have experience from the previous loop, but this loop is new. And anytging can happen.

And so, instead of seeing it as a loop, I started seeing it as a SPIRAL

Are you still with me?  

What do you mean by that 3rd? 

Welp if it was just a loop, the same things would repeat over and over, but that doesn’t work right. Becuase there would be nature era’s that DON’T know what guns are, there are modern eras that have never touched magic. 

Look at the loop above and imagine that as the timeline (kind of)

The red is the apocalypse, that is the beginning and end.

And each apocalypse parallel each other.

But what if it took a couple looks for TSI (orange) era to be introduced/

What if it took even longer for a loop to reach modern (blue)? 

And magic to many loops is still a new concept, while to others it’s an old legend?

Basically. Remove Evo from the repeating thing, let’s say evo only appears on the 2nd loop, and that is the loop everyone is sent to.

But Mini and Martyn, while both from the nature era, one of them might be a bit more assoicated with TSI, while the other is more magical, CAUSE OF THE LOOPS and SPIRALS.

It’s all parallel but also all new! SANTA EXIST EVERYWHERE, HE IS OLD AND NEW!

AND THEY ALSO LEARN THINGS FROM EACHOTHER TOO

so...... anyone still here? It’s like, really late for me, and maybe none of this makes any sense, but like, it makes sense to me lol. geez, i put more though into this than like, any of my english assignments, HAH.

Was that a sudden end to the essay? yep, but technically if it all loops there is no end and in thIS THINGY I WI-

#*dies* #evo smp #evosmp #what is this? #I don't know #take it #lol #I didn't double check this #but please ask questions if you want #goodnight

[sir-sunny]

Jumping on the headcanon train haha

-Nnagito.... the last ask inspired me................. some1 being incredibly rude to hinata or something and nagito just "what the fuck did you just say"... even Hajime would be scared probably

-Also alternatively Hajime cusses like a sailor so you know he's being serious and is very mad when he's instead *not* cussing

-also hc that hajime has anxiety and that often causes him to lash out in anger from all of the anxiety in him but hes working on it ok

-Sonia hosts her very own "girl's nights" often as she is excited to have friends her own age :D she's not really sure what to do at them so she tries to refernce movies, pillow fights probably turn into pillow-wars tbh

- teruteru teaches akane how to cook food properly and now they're kitchen buddies

-kokichi has one of those prank scare boxes in his room where when you open it something jumps out at your hand but he replaced that mechanism with an open jar glitter just so that people get glitter on them and can never get rid of it

Yes that's all for now enjoy enjoy!

oh yeah i like to think nagito is really protective of hajime postgame. like i imagine future foundation members talking in hushed whispers about hajime like "oh that's the guy who let hope's peak mess up his brain. why would he do that to himself?? i hear he's killed hundreds of people.." and nagito would shut them up SO fast asldkgh

ooo hajime's the type to get scarily calm when he's livid. like he talks in a soft steady voice and he seems relaxed. but if u look closely, his fists are shaking and his eyes super intense like,,,, yikes akjsfh

yes!! the sdr2 girls all being friends!! thats everything ive ever wanted!! i imagine sonia's very intense when it comes to sleepovers like she plans everything to a t and tries to keep everyone entertained. the girls reassure her that she doesnt need to try so hard and they all have a good time :))

teruteru (in a universe where he's not the worst) and akane friendship would be so good!! akane is probably super pumped to learn to cook. teruteru finds that he has to be patient cuz akane often gets overzealous and messes up the food aksjdfhfh

oh yeah, im sure everyone but maki has had a run in with the glitter bomb. she's like "why would you open the suspicions looking box in kokichi's room???"

#asks #anon #sdr2 #drv3 #dr #dr hcs #sunny speaks

[darkhorse-javert]

Kivrin's Ask

@kivrin I managed to make Tumblr eat your ask/answer (no idea how). You asked for 'Time After Time: Foyle returning from America in 'Another Answer'.

An interesting one to do :) as I barely know what's happening next,

But this turned up (with obvious refernces to The Eternity Ring)

Will be at docks. glad to see you. Sam. The thin piece of paper crackles in his pocket when he moves, turning to follow Miss Peirce's movement, facing her and this 'Valentine' fellow

Do you have any more luggage? We're taking you to London. He can't quite believe what he's hearing. Miss Peirce was direct yes, but he doesn't remember her being quite so dictatorial.

"Well I'm not going anywhere with you and certainly not to London - without a reasonable explanation as to the circumstances requiring it."

Miss Peirce gives him a smile "All that will become clear in London."

And I'd like to make it perfectly clear that I won't be coming to London.” He turns slightly towards the door, “I have family waiting for me, and I’d rather like to see them after a year away.” He locks eyes with them If You Don’t Mind.”

“Oh I’m afraid in that case Mr Foyle” Valentine says smoothly, an odious smirky smile there on his face “We’ll have no alternative but to ship you back to America.” Blackmail, blackmail of the darkest sort. And I somehow thought, - perhaps it was hoped - that I’d seen the last of that with the war.

He looks to Miss Peirce, she who had always been on the side of right, however unconventional the fashion. There is no rescue there, only a strange sort of glee in her raven-bright eyes.

He isn’t quite frogmarched from the building, although the three-broad press of suited men at his back make forward motion in the chosen direction, and none other, an inescapable fact.

He scans around as they come into the daylight, searching for Sam, Andrew -Charles would be best, but there’s no chance of that.

“Kit! Kit!” He turns his head to follow the call. Spots a gloved hand waving above the crowd, a flash of auburn red hair poking out from the edge of a hat. Sam. She presses forwards through the mass of people, until he can see her clearly. Yes that’s Sam alright, the same beaming smile and bright eyes he can remember from that first day she all-but bounced into the office and left me non-plussed in her wake. Her face falls into a concerned frown as she takes in his entourage. He turns forwards, to Valentine and Miss Peirce, the former of whom is looking over his head in Sam’s direction.

“She’s waiting to collect me, can I at least explain that I have to go to London?”

Its Miss Peirce who gives him a nod “Stay within our sight, and keep it brief please Mr Foyle.”

Sam sees him leaving the group and hurries towards him, her eyes flicking between him and the men.

“Who are they?”

“They’re from the Security Services, I have to go with them to London.” He speaks quickly but calmly.

Her lips are pressed thin, her eyes narrowing, “Why?”

“They haven’t seen fit to enlighten me on that I’m afraid.”

Her head goes up, defiance rippling through her “Then I’m coming with you.”

“No!” he snaps, then calms himself “Sam, go back to Hastings now, go back to Andrew. They only want me, and I’m not having you two involved in this, do you understand?” He looks at her, tries to smile “Like as not this will be a very little thing and I’ll be home tomorrow or the next day.” I certainly hope so

She nibbles her lip and looks over his shoulder towards the men, her skepticism clear.

“Go Home Sam.” He says firmly, then he cocks his eyebrow at her “Do I have to make that an order?”

She gives her head a quick shake, “No.” She reaches out and embraces him tightly “Take care.”

He nods in reply as he steps back, feeling growing glowers on the back of his neck from the men in suits, and turns away from her back towards his escort. He knows without looking back that Sam’s eyes follow him until he is swallowed up by the group, and the group until it turns a corner out of her sight.

#sam stewart #christopher foyle #foyle's war fanfiction #my fanfic #another answer

[rataltouille]

7, 12, 17, and 18 please. If you've already done any then just pick whatever other ones you're interested in.

already answered 7 and 17 here and here!! picking 5 and 8 as replacements for them.

5. which oc deserved better?

lilith ofc because that sweet child deserves literally nothing that happened to her

8. which oc is your favorite?

marcy and ananya!! also rupal, who’s from a recurvial [aka pocket lesbians]

12. share a dumb line from an old wip.

okay so i was going through the through the eyes of time draft because the last ask got me thinking about them again and i found this:

“Why are you smiling?” he asked.

A very nice question. Does he ever think?

“It's because I've ordered a saw on Amazon, and it's coming today, ” I said, stressing the word saw. The thing that terrified Doraemon the most was the weapon saw, and maybe the movie too.

The reaction was immediate. His face paled, or more accurately, his pupils (yes, he had pupils) dilated. “You ordered a saw? A bloody sharp saw?”

Dad frowned, and because he was Captain America, said, “Language.”

Both Doraemon and I glared at him, being the die-hard Marvel fans we are. “You insult him, ” I muttered under my breath.

I’M SO SORRY WHAT. WHAT IS THIS. i’m actually crying because of multiple reasons:

I LITERALLY KNOW NOTHING ABOUT MARVEL???? WHAT WAS I REFERNCING HERE????

literally had to google up what the hell the saw movie was when i read this now.

the referencing media i’ve never consumed thing was SO PREVALANT IN THIS WIP?????? for WHAT????? i remember once i made a star trek reference with which the kids bullied the dad [another recurring thing] even though i’ve literally never seen it or know anything about it. why 😭

these three are truly a dynamic

i love this wip because the humour is so cringey that it ends up being hilarious? [i say that in the most loving way possible] rereading this wip is like wow i am on the floor laughing is it because the writing is so bad it’s entertaining or because it's a genuinely funny line

would love to know what twelve year old me was on when i wrote this 🥴

18. how many titles has your current wip gone through? which one of your wips has had the most titles?

current wip’s title is still technically a working title but i’m getting rather attached to it! it’s only been through one title so far which is the current one, a million homes and none of them is yours, which is very surprising for me.

house plants on the other hand has been a rollercoaster. originally it was project luniper [their shipname <3]. and then it cycled through these [i still like these titles and might use them in the future]:

hazel water [because june’s eyes used to be hazel and lilith had blue eyes,,,, needless to say i hate this one it’s the worst of the lot]

witch hazel [got this one from researching whether “hazel water” was an actual thing. kinda sexy but didn't make sense]

water hemlock [same as the previous one]

honeysuckle [can you sense the plant theme]

i finally came upon house plants while just standing in my room thinking about wanting a good title that relates to plants, when i looked accidentally at my [dying] house plants and went WAIT “house plants” that's some symbolism though and here we are now. rip to my old plants you deserved better [just like lilith did... see? ✨symbolism✨/j] it ended up being the best title because there are like seventy layers to the title/story significance and it’s all very delish.

#i cannot take care of normal plants i am so bad at it 😔 #but!! i’veglt two cactii children!! they’re both brilliant and very cool #ask game

[sarah-writes-marvel]

Patchwork: Avengers x gn!Reader

S.S: Hey! Ive been pumping out stories today so I hope whoever reads them are enjoing them! Im not sure how I feel about this one... it was kind of just thrown together so please let me know what you think about it!!

The only refernce that may not be GN is Bucky’s nickname ‘Doll’, hope thats ok!

Warnings: blood, mentions of surgery, wounds, passing out.... idk what else... 

Word Count: 1849

MASTERLIST

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I stumbled into the opened gate of the quinjet, falling to the ground, rolling over just in time to put a bullet through the head of the last Hydra agent that had been chasing me through the foliage.

“Jarvis, close the gate.” I command, letting my head fall back against the metal flooring. The ache and exhaustion taking over.

“Gate is closed Miss. Should I pilot home?” 

“Just give me a second and I'll be up to the seat. Gotta catch my breath.” I closed my eyes trying to keep my head from spinning, taking in deep breaths.

After a few minutes I moved to sit up only to feel a sharp pain shoot through my middle. I thud back down, my hand moved to the affected area feeling the sticky substance that coated my suit around the open gash traveling from my stomach to my ribcage.

“Oh ya, some bastard tried to filet me. Forgot about that.” My head lulled back, realizing that I’d have to do some patch work on the ride home just so I didn't lose more blood than I already had. “Hey Jarvis, can you take the wheel and get to the compound asap.”

“Of course.” With that the quinjet roared to life and jerked into motion.

I carefully rolled over, using my elbows to prop me up as I moved slower than a sloth to my feet. Managing to use the walls of the jet for support I made my way to the medical cabinets, taking out one of the various first aid kits, hydrogen peroxide and a few towels. I opened the cherry red box pulling out the sterile packaging containing a needle with medical thread connected to it and plenty of gauze and bandages. I grabbed the pair of scissors carefully gliding them through the fabric of my suit to get to the gash.

I grabbed the bottle of peroxide and haphazardly poured it over the gash soaking my skin. The stinging sensation was overwhelming, causing me to stop and lean against the table to regain some stability. The blood mixed with the hydrogen peroxide as it bubbled with in the wound, stinging sensations tickling the area.

“Alright, uh, if I pass out call Tony or set off the sprinkler or something.”

“The quinn jet doesn't have sprinklers.”

“Well damn. Nevermind then.” I look down at the sterile needle and thread that were encased in the package. “Here goes nothing.”

Getting stitches was never a problem for me. It didn't bother me at all, however I have never given myself stitches nor done it without any numbing medication. My heart was racing and the cut throbbed with each shaking breath I took.

“I suggest you sit on the medical table so that if you faint, you'll have less chance you'll injure yourself more.” Jarvis' voice breaks through my nervousness.

“That's probably a good idea.” I nodded taking a deep breath as I hopped onto the table. My shaking hands moved back to their previous position and pierced through the tender skin. 

“Urhg! Son of a bitch!” I cursed, letting out a guttural cry, tears stinging my eyes. I pierced through the other side of the wound letting out the same guttural cry as I tied and pulled the stitch tight. I continued with another two stitches before Jarvis interrupted my panicked concentration. 

“Mr. Stark and few of the Avengers are wishing to be patched through.” the A.I.’s voice broke through the overwhelming pain coming over my senses.

“Seriously right now?” I sniffed looking to the ceiling of the jet, holding the curved needle as still as possible, each movement tugging at the skin I had just pulled through. “Fine patch them through.”

“Hey Kiddo! Saw you were heading back. How’d things go?” Tony’s voice asked through the sound systems of the jet.

“Oh  you know…. Fine.” I replied hesitantly as I positioned the needle to pull another stitch through. I bite my cheek trying to keep down the pained yelp as I pull the needle through.

“Glad to hear it! I assume you got all the files and information needed.” Steve inquired.

“Ya, ya got it all.” I could tell that my voice was shaky as I began to pull another stitch through. I let out a shaky breath as I tied the knot, taking a moment to regain my fading consciousness.

“You gonna need any medical care when you get home?” Bruce questioned.

“Uhm, ya, ya probably.” I replied pulling another stitch through, letting out a small pained cry as it tugged at the sensitive skin.

“How bad is it?” Bucky’s baritone voice reverberated against the jet walls.

“I’ve got no clue what you're talking about.”

“Y/N.” Bucky’s voice was stern, a no-no-joke- voice. “Tell the truth. How bad is it?”

“Uh Jarvis?” I asked, pulling another stitch through the skin, biting my lip to hold in the cry.

“Agent L/N has sustained a few minor injuries, however, managed to be on the receiving end of a knife. They enduring a severe cut along her abdomen reaching from their navel to the bottom two ribs. No internal damage, however the wound is bleeding profusely.” Jarvis read off my injuries.

“Why wasnt that the first thing out of your mouth?” Tony yelled, concern laced in his voice.

“Cause I’m doing my best to take care of it right now.” I replied, allowing the pain of pulling the thread through the skin resonate in my voice.

“And how are you managing that?” Steve asked in his serious Captain tone.

“I’m stitching myself up.” I replied meekly “You know we should really put some morphine into these first aid kits.”

“You’re stitching yourself up?!” Bruce exclaimed “Just put pressure on your wound, stop the bleeding. We’ll stitch you up properly here!”

“Yes sir.” I replied by pulling another stitch through, moving a little faster, eliciting more pain. I let out another guttural cry.

“Jarvis, how far out are you?” Tony asked quickly.

“20 minutes sir.”

“How are you feeling?” Steve asked, obviously concerned.

“Peachy Keen” I snap trying to take a few deep breaths keeping my head from spinning. Closing my eyes had little to no effect in calming my spinning vision. “So uhm there is a slight chance someone will be picking me up from the floor when I get in.” I stated hoping that one of the Avengers heard.

“Do your best to stay awake. We don't want to risk anything.” Bruce pleaded.

“I'll try doc but right now it's not looking too good.” 

I continued to pull a few more stitches through, despite the protest from Bruce earlier. The pain rushing through my body, causing each and every sore area more pain.

“Jarvis, please tell me we’re close. I can't do any more.” I asked tiredly, the pain overwhelming my senses and darkness playing along my line of vision.

“Landing in 2 minutes.”

“Thank god.” I said moving from the table and standing, using the edge to balance as I waiver in my step. The wave of dizziness hit harder and the lightheadedness took over. My knees buckled as I held myself up against the metal table. The jerk of the jet landing caused me to stumble slightly and bump into the table, sending a wave of pain through my system.

Bucky and Steve were the ones to enter the craft quickly. Bucky was the first to get to me, Steve looking over his shoulder watching me. 

“Jeez Doll. You really got banged up.” His words were incoherent as I started to drift out of consciousness.

“Mhmmm.” I murmured, too tired to talk. My eyes closed for a millisecond.

“Hey stay awake. I know you're tired but you gotta stay awake.” Bucky squeezed his arm around me coaxing me awake.

“Sorry.” I mumbled “You're just so comfortable. And Hot. Im freezing”

“It's because you lost so much blood. And because of that I need you to stay awake so we can avoid you going into a coma.” He insisted as he pushed through the lab doors.

I felt the cool metal of another examination table underneath me and the lack of heat caused me to shudder. Tony’s blurry face came into my vision as he looked over me.

“You should really work on your stitch work.” He joked.

“Sorry, was too busy trying not to pass out in between pulling the needle through my skin.” I said back, trying to be more joking then a snapback.

“Fair enough. But I hate to break it to you that we're gonna have to take them out and redo them.”

“I figured. But can you hurry up. I'm starting to see the darkness and the light at the end of the tunnel.”

“Don't go towards that. Its a lie.” He retorted as he moved into action, Bruce following in his footsteps.

The pressure of a IV being placed into my arm turned my attention to Bruce standing next to me, a grim look across his features. A bag of blood hung above me as it traveled through the tube into my veins.

The slight tug at my skin around the wound made my attention wander to see Tony cutting away the stitches that I had previously done. The sight made me nauseous and I turned my vision to the ceiling, focusing on the speckled design of the tiles. My vision blurring in and out, the noise of voices were muffled as tears slid down my face.

A cooling feeling drifted over my wound. I looked down to see perfect stitches and Tony spraying a white substance over the gash.

“What’s that?” I asked, my voice cracking as I watched the foam soak into my skin.

“It's a multipurpose antibiotic.” Bruce began.

“It’ll decrease infection and inflammation and increase healing!” Tony exclaimed, clearly proud about the invention. I just nodded my head as all the words jumbled together into an incoherent sentence.

“I think you're out of the red zone, so if you want to sleep you can. We’ll keep and eye on you.” Bruce spoke quietly.

“Can I be moved to a different bed, this one hurts.” I whispered as my eyelids feel weighed down.

“Ya, ya we can do that.” Bruce smiled gently. “Bucky do you mind carrying her into a different room?”

  I saw Bucky nod curtly and he gently slid his hands under my back and knees, picking me up from the metal table. Bruce followed close behind with the IV stand holding blood and medications.

Bucky gently placed me onto one of the sterile beds of the medbay, tucking a warm blanket around my chilled body. Bruce situated all the machines before leaving the room. Bucky had his hand intertwined with mine as I drifted to sleep, moving his thumb in a rhythmic pattern over my knuckles.

“Thank you Buck.” I whispered as I drifted off.

“Not a problem doll. Get some sleep, you deserve it.” with that I gave him a small smile as I dozed off to sleep.

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S.S: As always let me know what you think!! Thanks for reading!!

#marvel #the avengers #reader insert #stever rogers #captain america #bucky barnes #the winter soldier #jarvis #tony stark #iron man #bruce banner #hulk #graphic #angst #fluff #avengers

[crowleygal]

Why I feel very little sympathy for Cas

It's basically a case of Make your bed you lie in it. Dean and Cas have always had a complicated history. Their relationship has been full of ups and downs, but for me the good always outweighed the bad. This analysis is only from season 11 on. Before then, I felt that Cas and Dean had a pretty good relationhip. Since season 11 Dean has gone out of his way to try and include Cas. When Cas was a dumbass and said yes to Lucifer, Dean did his best to try and save him. (While Sam was content to leave it to its fate, IIRC) Dean even thanked him for stepping up, when they wouldn't which we know itsn't true. In episode 11.23 Dean aplogizes to Cas if he made Cas feel like they were leaving him out, and calls him family and a brother. Not "like a brother." "You're our brother Cas and the best friend we've ever had." Admittedly, I've only watchd season 12 once but I can't think of any times Dean mistreated Cas or neglected him. Then The Future happened. (Ironcially written by Berens.) In this episode Cas has gone radio silent. He admits he's been ignoring Sam and Dean's messages. (So it seems like the rift with Dean isn't the first time he's done this. Its a pattern) Dean is clearly worried about him. He even tells Cas. "Dean: Cass, you can't – With everything that's going on, you can't just go dark like that. We didn't know what happened to you. We were worried. That's not okay" Castiel: Well, I didn't mean to add to your distress. I – Dean, I just keep failing. Again and again. When you were taken, I searched for months and I couldn't find you. And then Kelly escaped on my watch, and I couldn't find her. And I just wanted I needed to come back here with a win for you. For myself. Dean: You think you're the only one rolling snake eyes here? Me and Sam, we had her. We had Kelly and we lost her. Then Dean tells him: Dean: We will find a better way. Castiel: You mean, we? Dean: Yes, dumbass. We. You, me, and Sam, we're just better together. So now that you're back, let's go, Team Free Will. Let's get it done. Now its seems like so many people stopped paying attenion after the they saw he mixed tape, becuase so many ignore that Cas used that to lower Dean's defenses and steal the colt. It seems like his sole purpose for coming back was specifically to steal the colt and not to check in. Cas has a history of isolating himself. He does it her. This episode confirmed he had a room at the bunker. He chose not to stay. Dean's upset but at Cas stealing the colt but this is response: :Dean: Well, he hasn't exactly had a banner year. I mean, think about it. Between Lucifer (Blows air) killing Billie, Ramiel, everything's been blowing up in his face. And he's so desperate for a win right now, he can't even see straight. (gestures to truck) Go ahead and give it a try. (Sam climbs in truck) He's stil trying to understand where Cas is coming from. Then at the end of the ep, Cas betrays them for a third time by knocking them concious. Season 13 after Cas's death. Dean is clearly devestated. He even calls Cas his win when he comes back. Cas's response is basically to leave again shortly after. Did Cas even ask Dean how he was doing with all the deaths. When Cas gets kidnapped by Asmodeus, what we are show ON SCREEN is that Sam is the one calling Cas and not recognizing that he was speaking with Cas. But notice how when it comes to to take responsibility, the writers put it on Dean. But at least Dean apologized saying he should have recognized it. So other than that, I can't really think of anything that Dean did that was so horribley wrong that would classify as mistreatment. When Jack killed the snake, both Sam and Dean at this part had no reason to be mad at Jack. Yes, Sam and Dean suspected but Cas knew that Jack's thought process was warped. There was no reason for him to withhold that information. It would have changed how Sam and Dean approached Jack. I don't hold Cas responsible for killing Mary, but I do hold him responsible for lying. Info that if Sam and Dean knew might have prevented Mary's death. Cas is also still with holding info. He hasn't told Sam and Dean about his deal. If he can't be honset he has no right to question why Dean doesn't trust him. Jack was a danger to everything and everyone around him at this time. Where exactly was Cas? He has the nerve to lecture Sam and Dean about their decisions but maybe they could ask if he stuck around. Time wise, in , from 14.17-15.03, two to threes weeks passed at most. Dean's grief was still very raw. Maybe what he needed was space. Did Cas really show any remorse for Mary's death? Not really. Maybe what Dean needed was a little bit of space rather than Cas trying to force the issue. But Dean seems to be the one character not allowed that. Now, on the other end of coin, I remember when Jack said Dean didn't matter. Cas didn't say a word in Dean's defence. He ceratinly didn't seem to care that Dean would die if used the gun. Did Cas stick around in case Dean needed him after the whole Michael possession? Cas and Dean have never been buddy/buddy. 90% of their relationship has been call when you need something (on both sides). There have been minimal refernces to Cas and Dean going out for beers or just hanging out. We don't see Cas just popping in or calling to see how Dean is doing, but now it seems people want to punish Dean for relationship with Cas that they never had. If Cas thinks that just because Dean might be upset with him he doesnt' care than Cas never really knew Dean at all and didn't care too. There is ample evidece. The amount of times Dean has called him family. Refusing to leave purgatory without him, greiving his death hard, not once but twice, keeping the trenchcoat, Calling Cas his win. Its right there. Just becuase the writers chose to ignore it doesn't mean I have too. So they are right that this relationship is one sided but its Dean doing the majority of the giving. No matter how a person feels about Dean and Cas's rift, he doesn't have any issue with Sam. So why is he not answering Sam's calls? This is a pattern with Cas and happened long before any fights. he has no reason too. Its a CHOICE Cas is making. Once again he's choosing to cut himself off. Cas not talking to Sam is not on Dean. Again he's choosing to ignore calls, and again NOT the first time. So if he's feeling alone, its becuase he chose to isolate himself. He chose to constantly take off and go it alone, despite Dean and Sam reaching out to him. Dean is still clearly worried because he wanted to make sure Cas knew about God. He's right when there is nothing else they can do. Dean sholdn't be expected to chase after Cas. It should not always be on his shoulders to make the relationship work. He's put himself out there plenty and had his share of rejection. So for Berens to push that Cas has always been this lonely neglected, woobie, and Dean is just a mean bully is manipulative writing 101. the show is acting like Dean has been holding the grudge over Mary for months. Its been weeks at most. People keep saying Cas is hurting, sure, I get that, but Dean is too. He had to feel betrayed that his best friend chose his mother's murderer, didn't care that he would die. Dean was always the biggest believer in free will. He even coined Team Free will, so finding out they never had it, had to hit him the hardest. He also has to be questioning whether Cas was ever truly on their side or just a plant from God. Whether you think Dean owes Cas an apology, I'm not here to tell you otherwise, but the situation is not a black and white as Berens presented it. That entire scene was unfair to Dean becuase it presented a very simplisitc, shallow view of a complicated situation. It ignored years of history for a couple of isolated scenes, and it didn't give Dean dialogue. So, maybe if Cas feels so isolated and wants to find out why, maybe one of the first things he needs to do is take a long look in the mirror. He said "had a friend" Cas ended that friendship. Not Dean. If Dean didnt' care they wouldn't have been trying to warn Cas to be careful. He's angry but he certainly doesn't hate Cas. So IMO, at lot of this situation is Cas's own doing and of his own making. He owes Dean an apology as much as Dean might owe him one. Until then, I like the way Jensen has been playing it. Cool, aloof, but obviously, still concerned. Relationships are are a two way street and I would also like Cas to take a long hard look at how he treated Dean, because he isn't blameles for the current state of their relationship. Sorry so long, but I don't know how to do a cut.

#My Thoughts #Dean Winchester #SPN spoilers #15.03 #Cas is not as innocent #Dean needs space to grieve #Berens is not a good writer

[hellzyeahthewebwieldingavenger]

Toughts on this deviantart post?

Found this https://www.deviantart.com/hotwar696/art/Who-is-the-real-Gary-Stu-835695208 it’s pretty bad i think. Or at least misleading. Toughts?

Let’s throw up the image and text for full context

A lot of Conway/Romita fans think that Venom is an awful Gary Stu. Ironically they like the post clone saga Norman Osborn who is not even the same character as the one back the in Conway/Romita days. Despising Harry Osborn when back in the days he simply did not have enough time for him. Also despite what post clone saga stories might have told you he only became a villain because an accident gave him brain damage. Yes, that’s right with the exception of the animated Spider-Man series from 1994 the pre clone saga Norman Osborn was not some inhuman monster who became insane. He was a tragic bussinessman who lost his wife and got brain damage after an explosion to his face. Becoming a villain after an explosion to the face by the way is also the villain origin for Dr. Octopus so yeah Norman Osborn was not a very original villain even before becoming the Gary Stu version of Lex Luthor.Image size

I am going to address every point here, but let me get the most important thing out of the way first.

This is not a valid point to make for two big reasons.

1) The first is that antagonists* do not count as Gary/Marty Stus/Mary Sues.

The function of an antagonists within fiction is to oppose and challenge the protagonists. By having them be extremely powerful, hyper capable, have immense accomplishments and so on, you build them up as a challenge to over come, as someone the protagonist is the underdog in comparison to.

A classic example from manga and anime is Freeza from Dragon Ball. As originally portrayed he can reduce whole planets to dust with a single finger and the true limits of his power are beyond imagining. Had the protagonists all attacked him at once along with all of Freeza’s subordinates they still would’ve lost because he is more powerful and all of them combined. He withstands the most powerful version of the most powerful technique in the series up until that point. 

Were this character the protagonist he’d almost certainly a Marty Stu. But as the antagonist he is a supremely effective challenge for the heroes to over come precisely because he does outstrip them so throughly. 

2) It’s very obvious the OP is reacting against arguments he’s heard from one specific or several specific people on an incredibly narrow topic. That’s fine. But he’s broadbrushing it as though it’s a widely held opinion when it’s at best widely held within a niche within a niche within another niche. 

Like, this is obviously a discussion he’s had at Toonzone or some other similar forum because he references BTAS, Spec Spidey and has drawn both Norman and Venom in their 1994 designs. 

But let’s talk about the broader points made.

- None of that symbiote crap. I don’t disagree that it’s myopic and disingenuous to dismiss symbiotes on principle. Putting aside how they’ve been a staple for over 30 years now (and their recent stories have been very good in fact), it smacks of failing to look beyond your own preferences. There are bad symbiote stories and characters. There are even things that inherently suck on principle within Spider-Man. But the symbiotes are not among them. They are exceptions to the rule and proven that over and over. The person the OP is referncing is entitled to not like them but not to dismiss them on principle. I hate Screwball but I don’t think her concept is inherently shit. I liked her in he Fake Red manga!

- Joker in BTAS was a wuss, Spec cartoon Norman was better. I mean, maybe that’s true. there can be extenuating circumstances applying to both. But the Joke screaming doesn’t make him a wuss. if he was a wuss he wouldn’t have taken on Superman or Batman repeatedly. Norman might have been scared but so full of spite that he wasn’t going to give Vulture the satisfaction.

- He technically killed Spider-Man because he killed Ben Reilly. Well, first of all he was trying to kill Peter. Second of all ben didn’t look stupid. he looked identical to Peter but with blonde hair; how is that stupid? Third of all killing a clone of Spider-Man isn’t technically killing him, if it was Norman would’ve routinely been murdering Spidey clone. Fourth of all the OP is framing this as a grand win for Norman because he got to kill Spidey technically. it is a win for him but not for that reason. Ben sacrificed  himself to save Peter who Norman was really aiming at

- Killing off baby May, apart from being debatable at all due to the presentation of that story, didn’t prevent Peter from maturing. it prevented him from maturing a specific way but it didn’t stop him from maturing period. Dealing with a miscarriage is  an experience that can age a person. Peter went back to ESU to complete his education immediately after that and some years later he became a teacher under JMS’ run. That’s also a totally meta-textual point to make and therefore doesn’t apply to Norman being a Gary Stu. Successfully preventing character development is something you attribute to writers not the characters. 

- I don’t get rh point about Nathanial Gray or Von Strucker

- Yes he was the Kingpin of Europe. How does that make him a Gary Stu? Wison Fisk was the Kingpin of America as were many other characters.

- Yes he was President of the USA but only in an out of continuity story, Earth X (and maybe other ones too). The argumentation of the OP is broken because he is conflating multiple different versions as the same thing. pre-OMD, post-OMD, Spec cartoon, Earth X etc. By this logic Venom would also be a Gary Stu and so would countless other characters. Superman would be a Gary Stu because he is DC’s Jesus but also DC’s Hitler. 

- The next point is a total strawman. Putting aside how in my experience people throw more shade at Norman than is deserved, even Norman fans like myself do not deny BAD stories with the character exist. What’s ironic is that he has chosen the more obvious targets like the Gathering of Five or the Final Chapter. 

Both of those stories are in most respects much worse than Sins Past and the element that makes Sins past bad isn’t even the fact that Norman slept with Gwen. It’s the simple fact that a woman who was clearly not pregnant in the Romita years apparently was and neither she nor MJ seemed to give a shit about the children after they were born. The further irony of his referencing this story is that he’s framed his argument as Silver Age stans are ignoring stuff like Sins Past. the reality is it is Silver/Bronze Age stans who HATE Sins Past more than anyone else in the Spider-Fandom precisely because  it messes with the stuff they stan

His referencing of the Clone Saga is also divorced from context. Everyone worth their salt is aware Norman was never originally intended as the villain of the Clone Saga. That was a late addition, and noticeably a late addition at a time when the Clone Saga stories being told were on the whole actually good!  Norman’s return story was on balance good!  It got a trade paperback in the 1990s when only the most popular stories got such treatment. It is utterly disingenuous to hold the worst of the Clone Saga up as a Norman Osborn story because those were never written with him in mind as the villain. 

Additionally I do not know why he is referencing Maximum Carnage or Superior Spider-Man. Okay, maybe he means the former is a symbiote story as opposed to a Carnage story specifically. But if he’s trying to prove Norman is a gary Stu but Venom is not why would you treat Maximum Carnage as a general symbiote story rather than cite a Venom specific story? And it still wouldn’t explain citing Superior Spider-Man. This is about contrasting Norman and Venom, what did Doc Ock have to do with any of this?

- Citing Morlun is equally confusing. The point the OP is trying to make is that silver/bronze age fans put Norman on a pedestal and look down on Venom. Putting aside how that really misrepresents the situation, why would you cite a villain who is not only NOT a silver/bronze age character but appeared long after Venom and if anything gets more  disdain than Venom does. Old school fans who dislike Venom or symbiotes on principle do not generally like Morlun, if anything they dislike him more  than Venom as they regard mysticism even more inappropriate for Spider-Man than aliens.

- The OP finally cites the Final Chapter but failed to do it at the appropriate point in his rant and also misrepresents it. He’s conflated the bomb implanted into Aunt May’s head in that story with the revelation that she was impersonated by an actress in ASm #400. He’s combined both characters and events. How do you fuck up that badly? The actress died of natural causes and then much later we got the implanted bomb. Norman never  killed the actress, the actress agreed to work with him specifically because she was already dying. Also the guy’s grammar is messed up. I’m pretty sure ‘operated into her’ isn’t a real phrase.

- ‘A chad lady killer’…um…what? Isn’t that term intended to be slang for a kind of James Bond figure? A ‘man’s man’ who has lots of sex with women? It doesn’t mean a man who kills women is a manly. Whether people use the term chad ironically or sincerely the overwhelming majority aren’t going around proclaiming Jack the Ripper as the ultimate real life Chad. 

- The framing of Norman’s relationship with Gwen is misrepresentative of what happened. It pretends like Norman had se with Gwen specifically to get one over on Peter. He didn’t. He wasn’t even aware he was the Goblin at that time, that Peter was Spider-Man and very likely didn’t know Peter had feelings for Gwen as they weren’t dating at that time. Norman had sex with Gwen because they were both vulnerable and had a moment of passion. 

I’d also question his designating Gwen as Peter’s second love interest. I guess that’d be accurate if you are speaking strictly in terms of Peter’s regular girlfriends. But normally love interest means someone the readers are aware is being framed as potential romantic partner for the protagonist. In this sense Liz was the first love interest, Betty was the second and Gwen was the third. 

- WTF does shit was so cash even mean?

Now for the text.

-A lot of Conway/Romita fans think that Venom is an awful Gary Stu. Ironically they like the post clone saga Norman Osborn who is not even the same character as the one back the in Conway/Romita days.

Yeah, there isn’t a lot. The vast majority of Conway/Romita stans do not like post-Clone Saga Norman.

And is he not the same character s he was before.

From a certain POV that’s true. But that’s chiefly because silver Age Norman was usually an amnesic who wasn’t his true self. His Goblin persona in the Silver Age is actually fairly similar to his post-Clone Saga self. The reason for the different presentation is simply a passage of time. Doc Ock in the 1990s wasn’t presented identically to how he was in the silver age just because times had changed. The Joker wasn’t presented the same way in the post-Killing Joke or Death in the Family eras of Batman as he was back in the 1940s.

The core of the character, that this guy was a real nasty, egotistical, sadistic and power hungry monster? No, that was all the same it was just ramped up. Norman’s ‘ghost’ had evolved in the interim between his death and his return too. In a sense his place and framing within the mythos had always evolved with the times. It’s just that when he came back suddenly that wasn’t a metaphorical ghost but a flesh and blood character.

But the same can be said of any successful character over time as I outlined above. Shit Absolute Carnage depicted Carnage in a way that is not identical to how he was initially presented. But it was most definitily an evolution of that.

- “Despising Harry Osborn when back in the days he simply did not have enough time for him.”

Not true. The first time Norman began to remember he was the Goblin he got passive aggressive towards Harry. When he got his powers he was downright mean to him as depicted in ASM #40. But he also never despised Harry either. Norman always loved Harry in a toxic manner, through neglect or abuse. That was true post-Clone Saga. 

In fact the entire reason Norman initiated the Clone Saga was specifically because he wanted revenge for Harry’s death.

And again, the OP is treating this as a wholesale invention of the post-clone saga era when it wasn’t. Norman being an abusive father was introduced long before anyone was thinking about the Clone Saga. It was established in the Child Within circa 1991 IIRC. Later (when the Clone Saga was being planned I think) it was further explored in Spec annual 1994, but that just added to what we already knew from the forrmer story. Shit, this depiction of Harry and Norman’s relationship was showcased in Untold Tales of Spider-Man. That was both set long before the Clone Saga, IIRC written before Norman’s return was decided upon and written by someone who definitely didn’t agree with his return.

Norman never despised Harry, but he was a shitty Dad. He was a shitty Dad in ASm #40. He didn’t just have no time for Harry, he neglected him specifically because he wanted to gain money and thereby gain power.

Even if you do argue that Norman didn’t despise Harry in the silver age but did post-clone saga, so long as that change was organically introduced that makes it fine. better than fine as that’s simply more dramatically enriching than him being a nice guy who happens to not have time for his son.

- “Also despite what post clone saga stories might have told you he only became a villain because an accident gave him brain damage.”

LOL nope.

a) As I just said, even if this was a retcon of the post-Clone Saga era (which it wasn’t) it made Norman a better  character. A man being bad because he got brain damage is a cliche, lazy, over simplistic explanation for his villainy. It’s also arguably less realistic and actually makes the characetr a lesser villain as some surgery and thereby might be able to fix them. In fact you could argue they are in effect a victim of their brain damage and thereby not accountable for their actions. That’s so much less substantive than someone’s life experiences shaping them into a horrible human being. By this author’s wn logic Doc Ock’s origin (pre-Clone Saga I might add) makes him a LESSER villain because it established that he was actually evil because of his life before his accident. that was just the straw that broke the camel’s back, he didn’t just get a knock to the noggin and wound up evil

b) If Norman’s evilness stems from brain damage how come when he was a nice guy in the silver age neither he nor Harry suggested surgery or medication to help heal that damage? That would’ve meant he’d never have been evil again

c) ASm #40 makes it clear he was a piece of shit BEFORE his accident. He was neglecting his son, railroading his partner, stealing his inventions and power hungry before getting brain damage.

d) You could easily argue Norman was always brain damaged the doctors just mistakenly believed his injuries stemmed from the accident

e) Child Within and Spec Annual 1994 established Norman as a psychopath before he got his powers. Both were written before the Clone Saga. Post-Clone Saga stories like Revenge of the Green Goblin merely built upon this, they didn’t wholesale invent it

“Yes, that’s right with the exception of the animated Spider-Man series from 1994 the pre clone saga Norman Osborn was not some inhuman monster who became insane.”

LOL nope again.

First of all, 1994-cartoon Norman WAS fairly sympathetic before becoming the Goblin. In the show he got a loan from Kingpin and was forced to pay off the debt by targeting Spider-Man. Even if he didn’t initially realise Fisk was a criminal when he got the loan, by the time he did realise going to the police would’ve resulted in him losing his son and/or his life. He wouldn’t be the first man to get in deep with the mob after all.

When his inital effort to kill Spider-Man failed he was forced to give Kingpin his company and attempted to get out from this by assasinating Fisk. This backfired hard endangering his son, but Norman risked his life to save Harry. 

His whole character until season 3 was basically defined by being a morally grey character. he loved his son, he was maybe egotistical and a ruthless businessman but the worst things he did were either on Kingpin’s orders or attempts to free himself of a very powerful and very dangerous controlling force in his life. 

Not a nice man, but a far cry from an inhuman monster or an insane person, at least until he was exposed to the Goblin gas.

SECOND of all if you are an inhumane monster how exactly do you then ‘go insane’? Aren’t they functionally the same thing within the context of the dicussion?

It’s also not representative of canonical Norman. Canonical Norman was a psychopath because of his life experiences and possibly hereditary mental illnesses within the family. The Goblin formula by empowering him sent him on an ego trip.

The OP isn’t even using the commonly held misconceptions about Norman Osborn, he’s just using his own very specific ones. Most people mistakenly believe the Goblin formula drove Norman nuts when ASM #40 just claims the accident gave him brain damage. Over time creators decided the formula itself makes the user nuts. 

“He was a tragic bussinessman who lost his wife and got brain damage after an explosion to his face“

a) Unless I am mistaken there was little word paid to Norman’s wife in the Silver Age. And what little we got never presented Norman as being affected by her passing. That was an invention of the 1990s and 2000s; and a very good one at that. 

b) Yes how tragic a businessman he was to have neglected his son, sought power, rail roaded his partner and stolen his inventions. Obviously none of that is bad. he only became bad after an explosion gave him brain damage.

c) Even if he really was a tragic businessman blah blah blah, that is a LESS EFFECTIVE villain and a LESS complex character than the post-clone saga guy we got

“Becoming a villain after an explosion to the face by the way is also the villain origin for Dr. Octopus so yeah Norman Osborn was not a very original villain even before becoming the Gary Stu version of Lex Luthor.”

I’ve already addressed the idiotic criticism that Norman became a Luthor knock off.

The OP is disingenuous on several levels with his other point as well though.

For starters brain damage was never the sum totality of Norman’s origin as a character. Doc Ock was just a guy who was at best maybe a little odd looking due to his arms then had an accident and became evil. that was it.

Not only was Ott far from the first villain with such an origin, but to sit there and say Norman was unoriginal merely because he also took a boom to the face is moronic. Norman’s life before  his accident made him incredibly different to Otto. It made him comparatively more layered and complex next to the likes of Otto or the other rogues because he wasn’t nice initially, he had this strained relationship with his son and above all else he had this internal denial over his failings as a father. THAT shit doesn’t count as part of his origin? ALL that matters is explosion+brain damage=evil?

That’s obviously moving the goal posts to win.

And it’s a self-defeating argument. Silver Age Norman is bad because he is unoriginal (even though functionally he actually was). Okay, in the 1990s and beyond he got a revised origin that was more original. But that’s bad because changed him from his Silver Age self.

Goal posts. They a movin!

Not to mention as I already said DOC OCK’s origin was also changed so his villainy didn’t just stem from a random accident that knocked his noggin.

So Doc Ock sucks too right?

Finally, I say this as someone who likes Norman AND Venom.

I would never call Venom a Gary Stu. I’ve never even SEEN anyone claim Venom was a Gary Stu. BOTH Norman and Venom get under appreciated.

Fuck i wrote like over 10 essays DEFENDING Venom. 

You can pass my comments onto this idiot if you wish.

*Not necesarilly villains as you can have a villain protagonist, see Superior Spider-Man

#Venom #Norman Osborn #Green Goblin #Eddie Brock #Spider-Man #Doctor Octopus #otto octavius #Gwen Stacy #Clone Saga #Venom symbiote #symbiotes #Superior Spider-Man #Maximum Carnage #submission

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thank you gobstikelsa1970..although i blame you for having to break one of my earlier rules. this was supposed to be all part of the same post. which started yesterday and was supposed to continue and continue until tumblr officially decided to kick me off their website altogether for being a nuisance and a show off at which point i would be forced to roam the face of this earth with words pouring out of my fingers into the thankless earth. sorry. i kind of got ahead of myself there. but ive decided to continue this on a seperate post, titled the same with a few sad dots and a 2 at the end. perhaps my two followers wont hate me so much anymore, and they might even ask other people to follow me. although they seem to only be interested in large naked men with bulging muscles. i hope thats not why they added me for i can only ever be a large naked man with a bulging stomach. they might be into that, after a few beers, maybe a couple of tequila shots and five hundred years of solitude. another cliched literary refernce. see earlier post for reference and explanation for terrible grammer and spelling. fuck dead white old men! were they old? i cant remember. and I cant go back and check either. you certainly can. but you wont. because youve got better things to do, like continue reading this post. emoticon alert. okay this is starting to get repetitive. I’m making the same jokes as yesterday. its probably a good thing i cant go back and reread my posts because then i definietely would be cracking the same jokes again and again. or i might be able to build on them and improve them. isnt that what all writers do? Bukowski certainly does. I’ve read three books by him and countless short stories and it seems to be the same books over and over again with very similar characters, especially women. doing the same things over and over again and him just finding us better ways to tell us about it. so I guess I can do that. but I cant rered what I wrote yesterday so I cant. and I’m not great. by any stretch if the imagination. but then neither was Bukowski. another reason why my wife cant read this, she’d pick up the laptop and smash it over my head for saying that.                          (FORCED DELETION)

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