#Bc this isn’t just an isolated incident it’s been going on for years

[eruverse]

Skimmed briefly thru Russian history to determine who’ve ever been Ivan’s lovers or fuckbuddies:

Verdick (subject to change)

Commentaries:

- Wow that’s such a brief list, 75% of humans are less pathetic than this and Ivan is like 1000 year old (yes I headcanon that Ivan’s lovers or fuckbuddies are really on the scarce end, he just has the vibe yknow)

- Francis is an understatement. I should look into it more deeply but this isn’t going to be contested. Anyway it was both fun and not fun, Ivan felt like a barn dog that was being forcefully domesticated.

- Yao (during Sino-Soviet alliance) is the only person Ivan has ever been married to. Funny that Yao is Ivan’s first husbando but Ivan is Yao’s… 73837382th. Ivan and Yao didn’t have the worst relationship but also def wasn’t the best. Their whole relationship goes back ONLY to the 17th century and it was meh, they are best behaved with each other in modern time only. Today they are plenty sweet but a bulk of that has the arrangey vibe they had during their short marriage decades ago. Most of it is still business.

- Alfred. I chose to not make them get together during USSR era simply bc it would be too schizo. At most they smooched (think of that famous pic with Soviet and American soldiers ahah) and thus their real relationship was in the 90s. There was real love, Ivan thought he could make it work, they could make it work, but alas, it ended up being the worst relationship Ivan has ever had (while for Alfred it was just disappointing for lots missed opportunities and potential. He never truly realized how much he fucked Ivan over btw. I have to say that not all of it is his fault ofc but he is also not not instrumental. And if there’s a choice between blaming Russians, Ivan’s own sons and daughters, and a foreigner, ofc Ivan would blame the foreigner especially one that is instrumental in it). Anyway, the 90s was fucked up for Ivan but it took him quite a long time to realize fr that they just simply can’t be together. That’s why, there wasn’t an exact breaking point no matter how fucked up he felt. It was just a gradual downspiral. At one point their bed became too stifling and depressing a place for Ivan.

There are WAY TOO MANY THINGS to talk abt their 90s relationship or the aftermath, but I’ll only talk abt one thing here: one reason Ivan is like. Salty abt the whole thing is because he showed Alfred like most, if not all, of his vulnerabilities and it wasn’t taken care of well. A betrayal to his very being. And other things. Ivan wasn’t only salty due to loss of power and influence in world stage but he basically had nothing to eat, difficult to not feel utterly humiliated and helpless when you couldn’t even fulfill ur basic needs. Any dignity of the self, gone. Anyway.

- Wow I didn’t even know Russia and Prussia had warmish relationship in empire era. Nice! During WW2 it was outright hateful but since it wasn’t all their relationship is I think it’d have progressed to be at least civil closer to modern time (also with Germany in general). I think Ivan’s relationship with Gilbert would be pretty cordial. Anw I’m hoping ppl would write more abt Ivan that’s not only being Soviet both in reality and mindset tho ahaha

- Ned: eh I’ve heard things. Ned will fuck whoever for business and Ivan liked him quite well.

- Serbia: one and only here means one and only TIME… but yeah. Most likely Serbia asked or offered. It was only once. Serbia still thinks about it. Anyway, it’s interesting that Serbia is older than Russia but still says that he’s totally the younger bro.

- Sadik: still contemplating. If it happened, it was def sorta hatesex. I need to look into this but I think there was a lot of fascination with each other also.

- Anyway I don’t think Ivan had any semblance of relationships with Soviet republics, and if he had, it was more of an isolated incident. Idk, I just think that as much as he obsessively keeps people close, he actually still keeps them at arm’s length. And Ivan hates looking vulnerable. The closer ppl are to him, actually the more restless and fearful he often feels.

- Also I don’t hc that he and Golden Horde had had a semblance of relationship (even forced one) bc… he was a kid and Golden Horde was too uninterested for things like that during that time. Much more amusing to chase little Vanya around.

- Need to look into his relationships with Nordics and Baltics but my interest in most things west of Russian border is really shot to hell. For now I don’t think any semblance of relationship had happened.

- Anyway, small hc: none of these guys took Ivan’s virginity as it was a human woman, or basically a human (I tend to think it was a woman tho). She lived nearby many centuries ago and Ivan still keeps tracks of her descendants and watches after them from afar sometimes, just like he watches over a lot of his people. Might or might not have a thing with the one and only Yekaterina.

#hetalia #aph russia #hws russia #aph america #hws america #aph france #hws france #aph china #hws china #god too many to tag im not gonna do it #my headcanon

[russilton]

every time you post abt ur red bull george au i go a little bit more insane. does george get out of being under red bulls thumb? do he and lewis become teammates or does rbr start treating him like a driver who can and should win a championship (press f to doubt)

Every time someone sends me an ask or leaves tags/comments about this au I get a little more giddy, so if content for attention is the trade off you have got my participation locked.

Redbull au spoilers below

So I’m gonna go a lil light on the details as to how so at least something is saved for the fic, but things get worse for George before they get better, George is just another in a long line of drivers Redbull chew up and spit out when they stop performing, though George’s drop in performance is very much manufactured (think checo and the flexi floor conspiracy type stuff). However Redbull don’t quite account for George having resources outside of them, normally their drivers are pretty isolated and bound to them, George would be too if he didn’t have Lewis.

Merc were already searching for a new second driver quietly, Val wants to be the first driver in a team and the 22 seasons new regulations are a good chance for him to get a car tailored around him (it’s a reluctant but mutual choice for Val to leave Mercedes’ bc I love him and the Merc family dynamic). An incident has Redbull telling George he won’t be in the seat next year, and if he doesn’t shut up and do what they tell him, he won’t have a seat at all and they’ll get him blacklisted from other teams. When George tells Lewis this, Lewis quietly, without George knowing, approaches Toto about poaching George.

Toto goes “hahah that’s funny wait why aren’t you laughing, Lewis, Lewis no” but Lewis points out that George is, without doubt, the most talented young driver on the grid, and he personally vouches for him. Toto reminds Lewis of Nico, but Lewis persists, because fuck it he WANTS to race George, he MISSES being able to fight with someone on his level who he could trust not to take him off the track, and he’s damn sure that with the right encouragement they can turn George into a champ for Merc. Toto agrees even though he feels like he’s going grey.

However getting George to agree to join Merc isn’t exactly simple. He’s got more trust issues now than you would think could fit in a single twink, and he absolutely doesn’t trust Lewis even if he wants to. He trusted Alex, he trusted Christian, he trusted max. He’s been fucked at every turn and the last thing he wants is to let Lewis fuck him over too (because he likes lewis, and he hates that he does, he won’t let Lewis hurt him first)

George won’t be staying with RB tho that’s for certain. Bc they are 100% the villains here, and they will never learn, but they can be shamelessly clowned by Mercedes’.

#gewis #4463 #mark’s fic tag #asks #redbull george au #britcedes #wigglesforsquiggles

[gallus-rising]

that’s the thing tho. you take all these precautions to prevent crackdowns from outside parties… and then nothing to prevent censorship from within. tiff isn’t gonna be an isolated incident. antis already invaded ao3 and now they’re gonna feel enboldened to try and push until they have a majority in the board. and then what?

no group is immune to outside influence and it is literally impossible to keep "outside parties" away when they are a part of the group. like it or not (and i know i don't) antis are members of fandom. if they wanna organize big events, go to cons, volunteer at otw, we can not stop them from doing that it's normal participation in fandom.

i don't know what you mean by "invaded" you mean they're using ao3? they're posting fics and leaving comments and such? bc if you mean they're working as individual volunteers so their duties are p specific and have no power to change things. if someone's misusing volunteer status to harass ppl they can be reported like a normal user, and i suspect something like that would them getting a ban

in order to be eligible for board you need to, among other things:

be 18

be a paying member of OTW for at least 8 weeks prior to election

have served as a volunteer for at least 9 of the 12 months leading up to elections

so yea not a lot of hardcore teenage antis are going to be holding board positions anytime soon. that's not including that board members are also working on a 100% volunteer basis, so it's basically taking on a second job

even if next year the entire board is replaced w antis they won't be able to wave their hands and change the site(s) bc the board is only responsible for supervising the various committees. so even a full anti board would need to get all of legal, all of design and tech, all of documentation, all of fiance, all of abuse, all of systems, all of Fanlore, all of Open Doors, all of the tag wranglers, all of everyone else on their side, bc everything in the org is volunteer. if something like that were to happen how many ppl do you think would just quit? we already know legal considers anti goals to be an impossible task to achieve, so i feel confidant in saying that if a bunch of already stretched thin pro bono lawyers are pushed to do something they don't believe in they will Just Leave. how many antis are both qualified and care This Much to replace what would be at least half the site making a mass exodus?

i honestly don't know what you want me to say. like. do you care this much abt other major fandom issues? the ethics of rpf? that's been debated for literal decades, does ao3 need to ban anyone, such as myself, who is personally against rpf? do "chatfics" counts as fics? there are a lot of ppl who say they don't! there's also a split on whether or not copypasting rp logs is spam, so do we need to take a hard-line stance on that? what abt monetized works? bc that includes personal commissions, charity commissions, any and all links to someones Ko-Fi or "here's how to support me!" links. if you can so much i hope you're reporting every single fic and author you see who has ever talked abt money on site bc they're against ToS and could get the org in legal trouble. should the archive allow proper image hosting for fanarts or maybe should the org make a dedicated site for fanart? bc there are a lot of ppl think so

it's over dude Tiffany G didn't win. i have not seen any massive push to take over organizing bc of her overwhelming lose. elections will not return until next year. take a break from the Discourse™ for a couple days and stop catastrophizing. you'll feel much better abt things after that, trust me

now bc at this point i'm clearly not going to say whatever it is you want me to say:

#*furious pecking*

[manforsale]

Are you guys going to do a big fat post on the drama that went on with princesshamlet and show the receipts? This could help explain to people on why they deactivated their account.

Already made a big fat post it’s called #down with big ph.

#down with big ph #please just look in the tag and read all the accounts of people of color who interacted with them #there’s also receipts of the fic being racist with screenshots like I am begging u #if that isn’t reason enough for princesshamlet to deactivate and think about what they did idk what is #Bc this isn’t just an isolated incident it’s been going on for years #that’s our explanation. that tag #you can also look through the princesshamlet tag

[sunnysviolin]

OMORI zombie apocalypse au. Sunny wakes up 3 days before he has to move to Kel desperately knocking on his door asking if he's alive please say you're alive. Sunny opens the door to see Kel and some others (whether it be Kel's friends or Aubrey (with holligans) and Basil or a mix of both) looking relieved and terrified. "Sunny I know this is really sudden but we need to get out of here and fast." Turns out a lot can change outside that you don’t expect as a shut-in.

Alright Nonnie you sent this like ten billion years ago, and it’s actually something that I’m really interested in (Not me being a huge Walking Dead fan until they killed off Carl bc wtf was that choice) I’ve been toying with this for…..awhile. I’m not even sure if you remember sending this one, but here it is! I played around with it a little bit, but not too much. Also I’m putting this under an Apocalypse TW and a read more because it’s been requested! 

Sunny wakes up because he hears the sound of glass shattering. At first he thinks it might be a part of his dream world- Omori and the gang were going through Sweetheart’s castle and maybe she broke all the glasses in the dining room with her terrible singing- but his eyes are open now and he’s staring up at the ceiling, and he hears it again. It’s coming from downstairs. 

Sunny sits up and swings his legs over the side of the bed, standing and almost immediately falling over faint. He can’t exactly remember the last time he ate. He’s going to go downstairs to eat something. His mom said she left him a steak.

There’s more noise downstairs. There’s someone in the house. Sunny hears shuffling in the kitchen. The steak is in the kitchen. Sunny has to go in there. He creeps forward and peers in from the hallway. Kel is in his kitchen, at least he thinks this boy is Kel. He doesn’t exactly look like his Kel. This Kel’s hair is dirty and greasy, and tied up in a tight knot instead of hanging free. He has a scratch on his cheek held together with butterfly bandages, and his clothes are ripped. He’s eating Sunny’s steak, and when he hears the noise he grabs the knife next to the steak and whips around, pointing it at Sunny

The two boys stare wide eyed at one another, one shocked, the other confused. Sunny doesn’t move. Kel doesn’t either, he keeps his weapon tight in his hand.

“Say something” Kel says, still holding the knife out in front of him. Sunny blinks a few times, tilting his head to the side. He can’t really remember the last time he spoke, but it’s been...awhile. He isn’t even sure his voice still works. Sunny takes a step towards Kel, and Kel gives a short shout at him which sends Sunny skittering back. 

“Say. Something,” Kel orders again, his eyes going hard. Fear is shooting down Sunny’s spine and he wants to run upstairs and hide in bed. He wants to be Omori again. Omori’s Kel would never threaten him with a knife. Sunny tries to think of what he could say, something to break through the spell holding him silent. 

Kel, seeming tired of Sunny’s silence, begins to advance, and the terror unsticks Sunny’s throat. 

“S-Stop!” It’s just one word, but it’s enough for Kel. The knife slips out of his fingers and Kel releases a shaking breath leaning back against the counter. He apologizes, once, twice, then a few more times. Sunny is also shaking, and the knife sits gleaming on the ground between them. Kel tells Sunny he had to test, Sunny looks half dead these days. He sees Sunny’s perplexed expression

“You don’t know?” Sunny shakes his head. Kel laughs, not a good laugh but one that unsettles Sunny even more. Kel takes a deep breath and starts. He didn’t know how it started. Anyone who might have known that was probably dead. The news had downplayed it. They had said it was isolated incidents. It was a third world disease. It was being handled. It was being managed. By the time that the governments of the world truly began to collapse, it was too late to go back and warn everyone of the real danger. 

The dead were coming back to life. They were coming back, but they came back without humanity. They came back and they were hungry.

#zombie apocolypse au #Tw: apocalypse #omori #omori headcanons #omori headcanon #omori au #asks #anon #omori kel #omori sunny

[anarmorofwords]

I kinda wanna write a better version of tlh where Tatiana is still insane but there's no Belial bc that makes zero sense to me

In this version there would be:

Kamanna done correctly with actual genderqueer rep and not toxic relationships

Barbra and Oliver bc fight me she didn't die

Genie and Filomena bc I love them and all the lightwoods are queer

The gracelet doesn't even happen bc I refuse to write that

Grace is pretty much still the same but she breaks off their(hers and james') relationship bc she notices that he loves Cordelia

No bad James. He's not a shitty person to Alastair, and he doesn't treat Cordelia like a sex object

Anna puts a stop to Kellington and Matthew's relationship before it gets serious. She also tries to get him to stop drinking all the time

Alastair apologizes around seeing them again for the first time. The merry thieves are a little reluctant because of some of the things he did but they don't actively try to keep him away from events that they're at

Matthew notices how Alastair looks at Thomas and locks them in the sanctuary with Genie and Cordelia's help

Grace gets badly injured due to a mistake in necromancy and Christopher helps her treat it without letting people know

Lucie meets Jesse, and falls in love ofc, so in order to bring him back successfully she asks Malcolm to train her in using her magic

Matthew opens up to his mom about the incident. She doesn't blame him at all and instead apologizes for often putting her work before him

Matthew finds out about Charles and Alastair because he found Alastairxs break up letter to Charles

Matthew, the mother hen he is, decided to attempt to murder his older brother, only being stopped by James who had been there at the right time

Kamala ends things with Charles and tells Anna that she still loves them and hopes that she will give her another chance

Anna told her that they needed time to think, and that she is worried how Kamala's reputation will be affected if anyone besides their friends and Anna's family finds out

Kamala respects her decision and doesn't contact her until Anna's ready to talk about things

The merry thieves don't ignore Christopher and they actively listen and help him

The merry thieves also aren't terrible to Grace bc they realize she's been isolated alone with Tatiana and 1) she might not understand what's saying/doing is wrong or 2) that sometimes she's trying to push them away so her abilities don't accidentally make them do something

Good tid parents

James and Alastair being respectful to each other despite personal differences

Matthew, Alastair, Kamala, Christopher, and Grace being besties, or as I call them, the neglected squad

No fetishizing mlm/wlw

Domestic cuddles and taking care of the other one when they're sick

Jesse/Lucie/Matthew pairing bc I love them and I refuse to pick between lucie/matthew and lucie/jesse

Christopher teaching Grace the elements(at the time) on the periodic table

Tatiana dies at the end yay

It's very unpolished and I'm open to b hearing any feedback and/or suggestions that anyone may have

The idea came to me and I decided it would be best if I told someone before I forgot

hi, I'm sorry it took so long,but I wanted to properly answer this and I keep having either internet connection issues or little time

DON'T BE SHY, WRITE THIS 👀

In all seriousness tho... THIS IS ABSOLUTE PERFECTION?!? I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHERE TO START I AM UTTERLY IN LOVE WITH THIS IDEA, I NEED IT

Look, I've been on the verge of rewriting ChoI, and I keep saying I want someone to write a TLH that will live up to its potential, but I've never actually came up with a proper idea for it, and you?!! YOUR BRAIN DARLING THIS IS GENIUS

ok hold up I'll just react to each and every single one so

yes please?!? I mean it started off so sweet in EEV?! Also actually genderqueer Anna and not dancing around the subject like CC is doing now?! That's what they deserve, and that's what we all deserve too

yesss please. also just,,,, Barbara, the feminine, not-wanting-to-fight-which-doesnt-make-her-less-badass queen that she is, getting the page space and appreciation she deserves

that's actually brilliant?!? it would be so great, just imagine the new girl arrives for her travel year and Genie is completely awestruck. I'm so invested in Joshwood it's difficult to imagine not having them, but this is actually the only valid alternative?!

ok that's fine. I think it could still happen and be done well, but tbh for now... the gracelet doesn't seem to have done anything relevant to the plot itself? I mean yeah it messed up James's life and Jordelia, but what did it give Belial? Tatiana? nothing. It makes no sense atm.

could be! maybe she's still encouraged by Tatiana to befriend/seduce him, but without the gracelet it doesn't work out? or maybe James somehow manages to realize that she's in danger and he actually like,,,, kidnaps her? idk idk

yes. YES. just,,,,z James is a sweet compassionate literature nerd who accidentally makes a good leader and he actually cares about people, and not just judges them from his high horse; he does still have hero syndrome, but he's kind and respectful and overall a good character

ANNA INTERVENES ABOUT KELLINGTON PLZ. PEOPLE ACTUALLY NOTICE MATTHEW'S STRUGGLES. JAMES DOES, TOO, BECAUSE THERE'S NO GRACELET.

ok yes, so what about: basically TMT don't harass Alastair and accept his apology, and realize they were also being stupid and mean at times at the Academy (especially Math). Matthew doesn't want to accept Alastair's apology, because of The Sin, but his behaviour alerts the rest of TMT and they inquire what's wrong and he tells them about the sin and that's how he later tells his parents (because his friends encourage him) and as you say, she just hugs him and reassures him it's not his fault; so after that Matthew slowly begins to heal and accepts it wasn't Alastair's fault, and also since they've kind of adopted/started including Alastair in things, he can't help but notice he's actually changed and he even starts to grow fond of him

then like you said, Matthew notices Thomas likes Alastair PLEASE HE SO WOULD. I'm not sure about the Sanctuary, if it actually happens (I'll get to why later on), but him and Lucie get really invested in the matchmaking schemes, they include Genie/Kamala because these two are friends with Alastair (both? Or at this point only Kamala?) but they also share some Moments during their scheming/talking about love 👀 (yes I'm a Fairdale shipper, I think it's time to expose myself lol)

Which leads me to (sorry I'm going off order rn) YES YES YES LUCIE AND MATH PLEASE. A FELLOW SHIPPER, HELLO, NICE TO MEET YOU. But since we're actually fixing him then we can give Jesse a personality and I'm totally down for poly Math/Lucie/Jesse

Lucie seeking Malcolm's help in secret, morally gray heroine style?!? no, it's probably not legal. but also has there ever been a Shadowhunter like her? If the Law doesn't expect such situations, it can't really forbid them...

Plz Matthew ready to strangle the carrot when he learns about their relationship, YES. sure, maybe he's still not the biggest fan of Alastair, but he's seen how much the boy's been through and starts to develop an attachment to him, and besides, NO ONE DESERVES TO BE GROOMED AND TREATED LIKE THAT. He's SO MAD at Charles, and he confronts him about it - remembering Kellington as he does, and it makes him sick to think his brother would do the same thing to someone. Maybe he gets very emotional over this and later finally tells his friends about Kellington? Maybe they didn't know before, only Anna did? So when they all realize what was happening then they comfort him etc? Or maybe it's just Alastair that learns now, and the others knew before, and they share a bonding moment over that?

Injured Grace seeking Kit's help is a genius idea I didn't know I needed

Kamanna giving each other time and space and deciding they need to question their relationship and figure out if it actually makes sense would be great. Anna realising she's very privileged and Kamala doesn't have those same opportunities, and also in general realising coming out should never be pressured or forced. Just,,,, Anna being self-aware and respectful towards Kamala. Well-written Anna. Plz. Also Kamanna is actually developed and not just "in love" because,,,,, they're attracted to each other? Maybe even remaining friends while Anna makes up their mind?

yeah just TMT being more compassionate and less judgy because they're not written by Judith so her bias isn't projected onto them

It's not a want, it's a need. They adopt Alastair and Grace eventually. Like, maybe not literally - although, Grace? - but you know what I mean.

I think they all should just have various friendship dynamics and switch between them, because people need more than one friend group

no fetishizing, no watching your brother make out with his lover, yessss

yes domestic cuddles, affection, taking care of wounds, all those things. plz.

Gracetopher bonding over science yes

obviously. or maybe she's imprisoned?!

ok, now for some more notes/my ideas etc., if you don't mind:

I actually think Belial could still be featured? After all, I don't think Tatiana could do much on her own, and since she seeks help from demons, it makes sense to include a Greater Demon as well. But Belial would have to be a stronger villain, written better; I'll think more about this

if that was the case, the serial killer plot could still happen, but be done better. and it would allow for a scenario I talked about with @littlx-songbxrd to happen, where it's Alastair who's falsely accused of murder. It creates a great opportunity to explore some things, because we know Alastair is much more likely to be seriously suspected, considering all the prejudices and bad rep his family has and all that

...what do you say to well-written Jordelia? 👀 Cordelia hasn't been obsessively in love with James since childhood, she only had a crush then. And now that they meet again, she's fond of him but not in love, not straight away. They're both grown up, and different people, but as they spend more and more time together, they fall in love. What if Cordelia gets to flirt with some other boys first? What then. What if she ends up choosing James, instead of going for the only boy she's ever had feelings for and idealized since childhood. What if we even make it friends-to-lovers and have James be a little jealous at some point?! but not in a possessive awful way, just "oh damn oh no"

Now I won't know peace until this exists BUT THANK YOU

#ask answered #thank you this is brilliant #alt tlh #save for later #the last hours #tlh #anti cc #yes I'll be adding/thinking more about this I AM OBSESSED

[absurdthirst]

Tw anxiety and suicide?

I just want to get this out of my system and I don’t have anyone to talk about this

So, I’m in my last semester of my last high school year (I’m from Chile and the school years in here ends the second week of December) and it’s been a rough couple of months, here’s why:

I have like 4 BIG test every week and I have to maintain my grades bc I have to try and get a college scholarship (college in here is EXPENSIVE)

I have to prepare for the PSU (it’s a test that the government does to see how much did you learn in school, it’s the only way to get into college IF you get a good score) and idk, I feel like I’m going to get a really really bad score and disappoint my family

One of my best friends tried to ☠️ herself last week and ended up in the hospital, idk if she’s ok bc her mom isn’t answering her phone and my friend isn’t allowed to have a phone in the hospital

Yesterday my childhood best friend had an anxiety attack (bc of a test) and her mom doesn’t want her to go to a therapist🧍‍♀️

I think I’m bisexual? idk what to do bc my family is a bit homophobic (especially my grandparents)

Please excuse my English, I’m still learning and I really need and advice bc I fell like I only want to shut everything down and sleep for like a whole month and I really need someone to hug me *cries*

If you read this, I love you and please help me, I’m a little desperate of and advice now IDK WHAT TO DO OR HOW THE FUCK DO I GET OVER ALL OF THIS

First off, I love you too and I am sending you the biggest supportive hug I possibly can right now.

My son is a senior and I know the pressures of that final year are brutal. The testing is something that I know is a pain in the ass. Just breath and believe in yourself. Is there a Pre-PSU that you can take to give you an estimate where you fall on scoring and give you an idea of what you need to perhaps look over? (We have SATs here in the US and we have a pre-SAT that is a good indicator on where you will score)

I know that it is so scary to worry about your friend and not get any information. As hard as it is, take comfort in the fact that she is still here and hopefully getting help for what caused the attempt.

If it was your friend's first anxiety attack, the mother may not see the need for a therapist if it is an isolated incident? If that makes sense? I know a lot of people can have a moment and then move on afterwards like everything is fine. However, if it's something that is consistent, yeah, definitely need to go see someone.

With your bisexuality, you said you think which in my mind says you are still questioning, exploring your feelings on the situation. It's very sad that people can not just be whoever they are and have others (especially family) accept them. You also owe no one any information on your sexual preferences/how you view yourself unless you want to tell them or are in a relationship with them. Being closeted sucks and I hate that anyone has to go through that. It might not mean much, but I completely accept you for wherever you might align on the sexual scale.

As far as advice, I don't have a one size fits all fix for everything you are going through. I know that you probably need to break. I would take this weekend off. Don't study, don't think about school. Go outside, get some fresh air and sunshine, be social if possible. Sleep in late and don't set an alarm just do something that will recharge your energy and make you feel relaxed.

It will get better. Just remember that.

#real talk #tw suicide #tw anxiety

[team-council]

These are my Alina/Cadence HCs bc I lowkey ship them! Note that for this I’m assuming gay couples are automatically bad matches bc they can’t reproduce. Also this contains some HCs that just pertain to these characters and not exclusively their relationship.

Also big thanks to @everyonehasthoughts for listening to me ramble about this + also coming up with some of the ones featured here

• Alina and Cadence are about the same age and they have been dating in secret since they were 16

• Because Alina always wanted to be in the nobility, they mutually agreed it would be best for her reputation that things stayed on the DL between them

• However, as they got older Cadence grew less secure about this. She wasn’t happy feeling like she had to keep her love for Alina a secret, but mostly just worried frequently that their relationship was more of a burden on Alina than anything else

• Cadence isn’t very open with her feelings, so while Alina was able to tell something was wrong with her she could get Cadence to elaborate on it- mostly because Cadence was worried Alina would feel guilty about her discontentment.

• Alina herself hates the arrangement as well. She’s a very proud person and it literally kills her that she can’t go to parties and watch people writhe with jealousy as she dances with the prettiest girl (Cadence) in the room, or that she can’t gush about all of the amazing research Cadence does to everyone she meets. But most of all, of course, she hates that she can’t give Cadence the life they both deserve together.

• Alina, however, is willing to brave this- or so she thinks. She’s certain that one day she and Cadence will be married after Alina’s been in the nobility- maybe even on the council- just long enough to change the system for the better

• Cadence, on the other hand, can’t bear it any longer. She’s already naturally a distant person and the pull of her research quickly becomes an enticing escape from her anxieties about her relationship with Alina.

• Cadence officially breaks things off with Alina when she leaves to research the ogres on a more personal level, telling her that it’s not her fault and that she just wants to focus on research at the moment.

• Alina is absolutely devastated. Despite wanting to support Cadence’s dream she does beg her to stay. Like beg beg, like fucking sobs

• Cadence is extremely distressed by this and leaves before she can change her mind, believing they’ll both be happier if they focus on their respective ambitions.

• Alina doesnt take this very well. All her life she’s dreamt of having someone to love. She’s terrified of being alone and she wants desperately for someone else to love her- because despite the vanity she fronts, she’s not capable of doing it herself

• Alden has been interested in Alina for some time, and since he’s on her match list she decides to pursue him.

• The two hit it off surprisingly well, and while Alina doesn’t love him as deeply as she loves Cadence Alden makes her feel cared for and important and serves as a welcomed respite from her heartache and fears of lonliness

• This does not last, as Alden moves on from her extremely abruptly, getting with Della

• Since Cadence is in Ravagog- somewhere Alina would have a hard time getting to her even if she had the balls to face her again (which she does not)- Alina decides in utter desperation to pursue Alden despite his rejecting her

• She can’t handle another heartbreak

• She can’t handle feeling like she isn’t good enough again

• She needs to be loved

• We all know how it goes from there for her

• While this is going down with Alina, Cadence is having a much different experience with the ogres

• At first her new, freeing lifestyle keeps her mind off Alina. She’s happier on her boat, able to research as she pleases, able to isolate herself with her work without being bothered or subjected to ridicule from elves not particularly fond of her ogre-centric studies

• But even Cadence’s solitary disposition has its limits, and in her early year’s at Ravagog things are /hard/ for her. She doesn’t have any elven friends and the ogres still don’t trust her enough to truly be companions

• She feels entirely alone sometimes and spends many nights staring at her imparter, wanting to call Alina. To tell her everything she’s been through, to excitedly ramble about her research, to complain about Dimitar’s god awful temper, to cry because no matter how hard she tries to stomach it her mind gets a bit weaker with each display of violence she’s shown- something that ogres see her as lesser for, even despite the fact that she doesn’t look down on them for those practices in the first place like other elves do

• She never does call her though

• Her time in Ravagog amplifies some of her best traits- her curiosity, her compassion, her patience- but also some of her worst- her reclusive tendencies and her emotional reservation specifically.

• It’s decades before Lady Cadence is called back to teach at Foxfire

• Alina begs the council to pick another mentor for Sophie, but can’t press it too hard without looking suspicious

• They spend a long time avoiding one another, adverting their eyes in the staff rooms and halls, sitting on opposite ends of the table at meetings

• But before they know it they start gravitating towards one another again

• At first it’s little things like soft, stolen glances or pacing at one another’s sides on the way to a conference

• Then they start talking again

• Cadence arranged for them to have tea during their free time. They chat and catch up and pretend like nothing happened

• Then Alina invites Cadence to dinner at her house, where she ends up breaking down. Cadence cuddles her as she does her best to explain what happened with Alden, how small and disposible she felt when he left her, how she felt like just being with him was a betrayal of Cadence

• Cadence assured her that it’s alright, she tells Alina she’s loved and she’s important, she promises her that things will get better and fights tears of her own

• There’s so much more cadence wants to say, baggage of her own that she’s about to collapse under the weight of

• But, again, she’s had to overcompensate for her weaknesses living with ogres. She’s even worse about her emotions now than she was before and crams them all into a box and shoved them away

• Alina can tell this, but unlike before she’s determined not to give up. She’s going to make thing’s right. She’s going to make sure Cadence Talle, who has spent her life understanding others, is finally understood herself

• And then Councillor Kenric dies.

• They’re both made candidates for the councillor position

• When Alina’s elected it’s unlike she ever imagined it would be. This isn’t going to be in and out. It’s not a matter of changing the match system or garnering respect for the talentless. She’s smack in the middle of a war. The man who held her position previously was murdered. It’s a greater commitment than she ever wanted out of the nobility, and it comes to her right when she’s finally got Cadence back again after so many years

• Cadence encourages her to take the position. She’s stuck at Foxfire anyways so it isn’t like she’s going anywhere. She’s- endlessly- worried about Alina’s safety, but she keeps those fears to herself. If Alina’s to be a councillor, Cadence will need to trust and respect her as a leader, not coddle her like a lover- much as she might like to.

• Alina eventually relents and takes up her new position

• The two keep in contact with calls here and there, but Alina is more busy than she’s ever been and after Ravagog is destroyed Cadence demands time away from her duties at foxfire to visit and help with damage control and recovery

• The next time they’re alone in person again Cadence is lying unconscious in an infirmary bed

• When Alina got the news that she had been attacked at Havenfield she dropped everything to visit her. It was impossible to pry her from her side. She sat next to her bed and gripped her hand as tightly as she could in her own, begging her to wake up and be alright

• Cadence doesn’t take too long to come around, and when she does she find’s her chest grows unbearably warm at the sight of Alina, whom she accepts that, in that moment, she is still completely in love with

• Cadence assured her that she’s fine, even attempting to get out of bed in order to hug her. This does not work. Alina has to drag her back onto the bed before Elwin bursts in and tells them both off

• It takes Cadence a while to talk Alina out of assigning her a body guard, and Alina relents only just barely under the logic that the attack wasn’t targeted at Cadence so there’s no need for concern

• Alina can tell that the incident weighs on her, but again she can’t get her to open up

• When Luminaria falls Alina, fortunately, sustains a few cuts and a couple broken bones like some of the other councillors but nothing too bad. By the time Cadence hear’s of the incident and comes running there’s not much to see of the accident anymore. But that doesn’t stop Cadence from pressing kisses against what of her is bandaged up (and dousing her in a number of different baked confections and flavorful teas)

• Again, they’re contact wanes for a little. Cadence is desperate to keep Dimitar from shutting the ogres away from the rest of the world and focussed most of her attention on that

• When they talk again it’s after Alina had been told that Cadence was the intended target of the Havenfield attack. Before she can start talking about bodyguards and security measures, however, Cadence finally breaks down.

• She clings to Alina like a child and recounts the interrogation session, how she’d failed to reason with the ogre, how he’d died as a result. Alina can’t empathize with her grief. She thinks of the assassin and bile rises in her throat. But she stifles her anger and holds cadence, promising that it isn’t her fault, that the work she’s done is good work, that the hatred he held for her was unwarranted and ill conceived

• When Cadence calms down she explains everything she’s been withholding. Her anxiety about their relationship, her paralyzing lonliness, her frustrations having to abandon her research, her still very real love for Alina

• Alina can’t help the few tears that come to her eyes. She’s finally got past Cadence’s walls, she can finally talk to her and comfort her like she needs to in order to help her feel secure

• Alina assures her that their relationship was never a burden, that she’s never been ashamed of Cadence, that she still loves her as well, and that she’d always be willing to take her back. They touch on other issues as well. Alina can’t entirely convince her that she doesn’t need to be constantly reserve herself they do make an agreement to be more open with one another

• They’re still plenty busy though, and mostly keep their interactions to friendly conversation and platonic affection as so not to threaten Alina’s position on the council. Alina has made plans to resign once the Neverseen is dealt with and marry Cadence like she’d always planned. Cadence is hoping that Alina won’t mind spending some of their time as a couple in Ravagog, and Alina’s hoping that Cadence won’t mind spending some time literally anywhere else

#wow this one is long #cadence deserves a good gf #and Alina’s not that bad tbh #this was originally gonna be a cadence/clarette/alina thing #but this is too long anyways #so here is this #keeper of the lost cities #lady cadence #cadence talle #councillor alina #long post tw

[wintercorpse]

Tell me all about your aus I want to hear it !!!!

okok ! i’m just gonna give a little rundown / overview of all of them ( they’re all pretty much stenbrough / boreo centric bc i’m a little bitch )

feel free to ask more in depth about any of them !! i just tried to keep them pretty short

all these guessing games — my big college codependency fic. starts with stozier in high school, leads up to stan and bill going to different colleges, and stan consistently feeling like he can’t handle school because he’s constantly sitting and waiting to talk to bill 24/7 . bc he has bad codependency issues /: is the origin for winter stenbrough 

breakup season — boreo band au, the band is boris, kotku, and myriam. eventually they tour with pippas band, and kotku and pippa hardcore flirt ! theo sees them while he’s going through a rough patch with kitsey and starts crying. it started from a stand alone oneshot, but has because a whole au

empty universes — it’s four different ideas, in like what stenbrough would’ve played out like, had one small thing been different and where that goes ! they all split off after one incident happens, and if like one thing in the aftermath of that changes, it shows where they could have gone

flames to fire — this is built off a plot me and @bluelemonadefingerprints did, where stan accidentally hits bill with his car, and there’s a timeloop so they keep coming back. and when bill comes back he thinks that him and stan are like rivals so he murders him. and it’s just a consistent loop of that

glitter bashed — hanslon & stenbrough centric !!! stan and mike are in a band ! bill and ben are in a band ! they meet on tour, hanslon is quite literally love at first sight so they’re side is like them getting to explore places across their tour & also all their love. and then stenbrough is like. mutual pining, & also secrecy bc bill is too nervous to talk to him in front of other people

i know it’s over — bill takes stan to the ocean after his breakup

isn’t this silly and aren’t you beautiful — winter stenbrough !! super super sad energy. stan doesn’t want to leave the house, he has sad, but he also feels like such a burden because the two of them don’t have very much money

keep my eyes on the road as i ache  — streddie is dating . and bill is pining so hard over stan . because he thinks he is the prettiest boy in the entire world and he can’t handle himself

liability  — pornstar au that involves zero porn ! is mostly about how stan has like nobody around because he’s believed that all of his success isolates him, also he’s very cocky and closed off! whereas all of bill’s success has just given him money to be around his friends all the time, and his house is super homey and that’s like a whole thing but it’s about bill letting stan into his world and stan letting him 

plastic stars and the collapse of the sky — ah my boreo college au . she’s such a mess but i love her. boris and kotku date for a while, pippa and theo date for a while, pippa realizes she’s a lesbian while dating theo and theo’s like .... huh weird we’re not gonna spend anymore time on that. kotku gives pippa a stick and poke and then they kiss . so she calls boris ( even though they’re like down the hall ) and she breaks up with him. lots of pining for boreo. popchyk comes to college as an emotional support pet after christmas

skinned knees  — stan centric fic, he’s the only one left in high school because he was a year behind all his friends, and every one else has gone off to college except bill who took a gap year to work and so the two start bonding a lot and eventually dating, and stan gets so anxious about being in school because he’s spiraling... he misses all the losers so much, he starts like faking sickness to get out of school and bill comes to pick him up every time. it’s . just very sad.

unlucky  — it’s a five + 1 kotku centric fic, boreoku ending. where it’s five times relationships haven’t worked out for her and then the one time it did, which is with boris and theo because the three of them together? neat

we’re still living  — this is my ghost au !! stan’s a ghost who shows up at bill’s house, and bill can see him for some fucking reason. and stans like listen. they said you can help me, we gotta find out how i died so i can be in peace ?? and bill’s like absolutely not, but he’s been in a really bad creative lull and knows that getting out of his home will do him good to write, so bill and ghost stan go on a roadtrip to try to match up the small bits and pieces of stan’s memories to figure out how he died !

#uhhh that's pretty much all for now ! #myownprivatcidaho #💌 #my writing #wyatt posts #stenbrough #boreo #boreoku

[niteskycs]

the discourse surrounding nora is really disgusting. she’s a 17 year girl in the middle of a toxic relationship with a manipulative older guy who’s known her since she was a child meaning he already has her trust and she’s completely blind to what’s going on bc he’s slowly isolated her from everyone. yet all this fandom can talk about is how she isn’t “noora” enough or how she’s boring or how she’s a bitch. yea she’s not noora bc noora was never in an abusive relationship like this one and in real life people don’t get over traumatic incidents in just a couple weeks. so yes, nora is going to do things you don’t like. she’s going to be rude to alejandro, she’s going to have an attitude with everyone and push them away bc miquel has slowly been changing her and she’s going to make descisions that we hate bc we’re on the outside looking in. to be fully aware that she’s in a relationship like this and STILL degrade her bc ur not getting the relationship u wanted is awful lmao

#skam españa #skam spain #skamesp

[thephantomporg84]

Re: Dante and depression, I do think he goes through a very heavy period of it canonically in DMC2. There’s a lot of joking about how out of character he is, but he’s dealing with having killed Vergil/Nelo Angelo (and, going by the anime, Trish leaving, which is another on his list of people who cannot be around him long term). The more somber attitude, leaving everything up to chance (recklessness), and how he presents himself all day grief and depression. He’s got a lot of issues.

Y’know, I think you’re right. I really do. And for all the shit I give that game, it’s not even close to some of the truly bad video games I’ve played over the years. Dante’s attitude is also far from the worst thing about it.

Funnily enough, I have something potentially interesting to add to this. With the timeline being 3 -> 1 -> 2 -> 4 -> 5 now, there was someone on either r/DevilMayCry or r/TwoBestFriendsPlay (I think) a long while back that actually made a damn good argument for Dante’s behavior taking the turns it does throughout the series***. I’m gonna try to paraphrase it below — I’d link it in the source but I can’t find the thread to save my life.

Anyway!

DMC3: Dante is kind of loud and obnoxious, arrogant, flashy and somewhere in-between the Class Clown and Bad Boy tropes because he’s actually been through a lot of trauma and is a vulnerable teenager. Puffing his chest out so people (and demons) won’t want to fuck with him.

[On an added note of my own, I think it’s stated somewhere — Before the Nightmare, specifically (not 100% sure) — that Vergil did fight off demon hit-squads in the gap between losing everything and the DMC3 manga. Given that they are twins, and even demons like Beowulf can’t distinguish their scents and looks bc they’re too similar (until it’s too late), in addition to it seeming like the average demon doesn’t realize it’s sons of Sparda... well. It all makes me think that Dante fended off his fair share of those as well, hence the need for that attitude. He also isn’t the type for blunt, direct threats and carrying them out like his brother, either. Anyway.]

Post-DMC3: A little calmer even as early as the post-credits in DMC3. Very clearly affected by his brother’s “disappearance” and his ‘victory’. Probably still holds out hope Vergil really is a stubborn bastard and is alive, somehow.

DMC1: Probably really misses Vergil by this point. Mallet Island happens, Dante finds out his brother is alive but not really. Actually has to kill him.

Post-DMC1 into the anime: Even moodier than before. Much quieter. Still snarky, but much more... tired. Feels like an outsider and can no longer hold out hope to see his brother because he killed Vergil. He effectively crushed his own hope. He and Lady have their fair share of disagreements and Trish can’t work with him for a prolonged time, either. Not to mention, even if he wanted to talk to his friends about his brother, Lady and Trish aren’t exactly the best to talk to given how they’re tied to this story.

DMC2: Incredibly isolated and depressed. No one around to put the mask on for, Trish does her thing and Lady does hers (and sometimes they work together without him) and he probably has a reputation among demons at this point (no need for that teenaged attitude), so why bother putting the mask on at all?

DMC4: Dante is so all over the place in this game that he almost comes across as more ‘wacky wahoo pizza meme compilation’ than ‘actually fucking Dante from the Devil May Cry series’... but also finds out at the start of the game that his dead brother somehow had an Actual Kid™ and that he actually does have a living family member. His brother, in a way, lives on. Messes with the kid, but ultimately lets him keep a hilariously dangerous sword and essentially lets the whole Savior incident play out because he doesn’t say no to the kid.

[ngl, I’d probably be high on life and reciting literature my brother (probably) liked while being a total ham, too, if I were in Dante’s shoes at this point. I’d be fucking delirious with joy.]

~DMC5 era: Reality sets in over time, the happiness wears off, and Dante can’t bring himself to talk to Nero about any of it. He’s lonely and feels like an outsider, isn’t getting any younger, and still misses his brother. Seeing Nero probably causes some conflicting feelings. Guilt trips. Hiding things probably plays a part in costing Nero his devil bringer. He realizes it’s Vergil and that, for a third time, he’s going to lose his brother — a second time by his own hand. He’s been grieving this whole time while Vergil, somehow, someway, was alive.

End of DMC5: Has his brother back. Potentially has a family, even if it’s a small one, and even if it’s technically just his brother and nephew. Nephew really seems to care about them to do everything he did to stop them. Actually looks genuinely happy, for the moment, for the first time in a very, very, very long time.

[***Now, granted, I’m very aware that DMC, as a series, totally does have quite a few cohesiveness issues, and can’t seem to decide on a tone more often than not — though it does finally seem to be finding its footing there. It’s to be expected from a game born because ‘this was supposed to be Leon Kennedy and Resident Evil 4 but it’s just too goddamned much even by RE standards.’ But still! I thought that was a really impressive attempt to connect things and can’t praise it enough.]

#also! #i’m glad everyone seems to be enjoying these #it’s very fun to spill my guts ab this series and see how ya’ll take it and add to it #oh and additionally: I know I make fun of dmc2 and it is objectively a hot mess of a game #and i don’t care for it #but i also think ppl are unnecessarily nasty ab that game #esp. when the mess that was its development is pretty well-known #now i’m rambling in the tags andjsjdjhds let me shut up lmao #solynacea #replies #dmc meta #dmc headcanons #devil may cry #dmc #dmc5 #devil may cry 5 #dmc dante #dante #dante sparda #dmc2 #long post

[seeaddywrite]

Prompt: malex phone calls bc sometimes its easier to say the things you need/want to say when its over the phone

I did this in a 3 + 1 format; three times that Malex can’t say what they need to express without a phone line between them, and one time they can.  there’s a happy ending, i swear!

I. The first time Michael hears from Alex after he enlists, he nearly ignores the call. It’s been over a year since the incident in the shed; his hand is healed, and his heart has developed enough callous that he can pretend it has, too. Answering that call isn’t going to feed into that fantasy, because as soon as he hears Alex’s voice, Michael knows every defense he’s put up to contain that heartache is going to crumble. The smart thing to do would be to hit ‘ignore,’ and block the number – but while Michael may have a genius IQ, he’s never been known for doing the smart thing. The desire to hear Alex’s voice, to know he’s safe, overpowers every shred of common sense Michael possesses, and after the fourth ring, right before the call would be diverted to voicemail, he answers. 

“And here I thought you lost my number,” Michael drawls, refusing to let on that he’s as off-balance as he feels. It’s a tactic he’s adopted more and more, lately, as the entire town starts to move on from Rosa Ortecho’s death while he’s left mired in the guilt and consequences of it.  “To what do I owe the pleasure, private?” Alex isn’t the in the Army and Michael knows it, but since he’s done nothing but breathe into the receiver since the call began, Michael’s in the mood to wind him up, to get on the offensive and stay there so that he doesn’t end up letting himself get his hopes up. Again. It’s too damn easy for Alex Manes to get in his head if Michael’s not on guard against it. 

The connection crackles, and Michael stands up from his bed in the newly-purchased second-hand trailer to move toward the door, where there’s usually better reception. “You planning on saying something, or should I just hang up now?” he demands, and his ears pick up the slightest hitch in breathing, a tell-tale sign that Alex is listening, and reacting, no matter what his silence might imply. But no matter how much of an asshole Michael is, he doubts it could cause the rapid breathing that sounds a hell of a lot like someone trying not to freak the fuck out. 

Abruptly, Michael feels his demeanor thaw, and he sighs. “What’s going on, Alex?” he asks, his voice carefully even. “You okay?” 

There’s another pause, and Michael begins to wonder if Manes had seriously called him to just sit on the line until Michael got frustrated enough to hang up. But then, finally, for the first time in over a year, Michael hears Alex speak. 

“I just had a really shit day,” he says, and his voice is rough enough that Michael can tell he’s being vague more because he can’t talk about it than because he doesn’t want to. “And I got back to my bunk, and I saw your number on my phone, and I just –” 

Michael blows a short, hard breath through his nose, a bitter half-smile contorting his expression. It’s a relief that Alex can’t see him, because God knows how he’d take that, but alone in his trailer, Michael doesn’t have to check himself. “And you just what, Alex? Why’d you call me? It’s been more than a year. And when you left, you made it pretty damn clear that you didn’t want to hear from me.” Guilt, Michael’s constant companion, rears its ugly head. Alex is obviously upset about something to have even made this call in the first place, and MIchael’s rehashing ancient history. But he has to know what this call is and why it’s happening. He has to moderate his expectations; otherwise, he’s going to end up thinking it’s something it’s not – and Michael’s all out of optimism. 

A throat clears on the other end of the line, and Michael tries to picture Alex as he would look now, without the eyeliner and piercings, in ABUs with a buzzcut, but he can’t quite manage it. To him, Alex is always going to be the wannabe rebel who gave him a place in out of the cold – the one person who’d known about the chaos in his head and been able to calm it. 

“I called because – because I watched someone die today, Guerin.” This time, it’s Michael’s breath that catches in his throat. He’s aware, obviously, that Alex is in an active fucking warzone, and that he could get hurt at anytime, but the stark reminder that Alex could end up like whatever poor, unlucky soul they’d lost today was enough to jolt him out of the harsh attitude. “And afterward, all I could think about was how much I wished you were here,” Alex continues, his voice a raw whisper. “Because you’re the only person who’s ever made me feel safe, and I could really, really use that right now. And I know I’m the last person that you want to hear from, but I –”

“You know better than that, Alex.” Michael cuts him off mid-sentence, unable to take anymore of the tremor in the other man’s voice. There’s a lot Michael would do to protect himself, to protect his family, but standing by while Alex is in pain and there’s something he can do about it is a physical impossibility. He can’t even summon anger, at the moment. “And if you don’t, you’re nowhere near as smart as I give you credit for.” 

He’s about to say something he knows he’ll regret later. In person, he’d never manage to get the words out, but in the isolation of the Airstream, with no eyes on him, Michael can’t stop the words from spilling out. “I always want to talk to you. Every damn morning when I wake up, that’s the first thing I think about. Every time something good happens to me, I want to tell you about it. And every fucking night when I’m lying in bed, I wonder what it’d be like if you were laying next to me.” By the time he’s done, his voice is as hoarse as Alex’s, and he knows there’s no hiding it. As always, talking to Alex has left him flayed open and vulnerable, the layer of callous he’d built painstakingly around his heart worn away to nothing. 

“So, yeah. You need me? You call me. I’ll always answer.”

Again, silence reigns on the phone line, and MIchael’s eyes slide closed against the insecurities that bubble up as soon as he realizes that Alex isn’t planning on saying anything. He rests his forehead against the humid metal of the door, staring down at the dirty tile of the entryway, and is about to end the call – and his own misery – when Alex says, so softly he can barely hear it: “That was exactly what I needed to hear.” 

II.  Michael doesn’t get a phone call when Alex is injured in the line of duty. He’s not family – he’s nothing, apparently, and doesn’t even rate a text. So he hears it about it from Maria in the middle of the Wild Pony a couple of weeks later, just dropped into casual conversation that Alex Manes is coming home since loss of limb disqualifies him from serving on the front lines. That night, after he’s drunk enough that he can’t think about it anymore, he punches Kyle Valenti in the parking lot. The adrenaline rush helps keep thoughts of Alex away, but the night in lock-up passes slowly, and  insomnia keeps him awake, worrying and wondering about Alex, and imagining what it’ll be like to see him again. There’s no way they can avoid each other forever in a town this small, even if part of Michael would like to try, and he knows that the urge to be in Alex’s presence would overpower any self-protective instinct, anyway. 

Alex shows up at the ranch where Michael lives and works a few days later, every inch his father’s son, and the bitterness exudes from Michael in waves the entire time they speak. He’s losing a job and a home, technically, but he cares more about the way Alex barely meets his gaze, and when he does, his expression is cool and professional. There’s nothing in this GI Joe of the boy Michael remembers, and he resents the new Alex for so thoroughly destroying the person he loved. 

t’s stupid, and probably unfair to feel that way. For the last eight years, Alex had held him to his word that he could call if he needed Michael. They’ve talked at least once or twice a year, usually when something god-awful happened and Alex needed the reminder that the world was still turning, that he was still alive. Michael wondered, sometimes, if it wouldn’t have been better for Alex to find someone else to give him that – this dynamic they created couldn’t be healthy, and spending every day hoping for a call that rarely came was slowly driving Michael out of his mind. But the point is that they’ve talked. Michael knew, all along, that military service was changing Alex – in the later calls, some of the things he said, all ruthless and aggressive, weren’t words that would have ever been in teenaged Alex’s vocabulary. So this version of the man, aloof and battle-hardened, every inch the Manes man Jesse always wanted, shouldn’t have come as a surprise. But it still did, and fuck, it hurt. 

Michael gets rid of Alex after that encounter, but he keeps showing up at his door, pinning notices and flirting until he catches himself, but it isn’t until the shitty high school reunion that Michael didn’t even want to go to that he finally sees his Alex beneath the uniform. It’s also the first real glimpse he gets of the prosthetic, shiny and artificial, beneath his pant leg. That’s nothing, of course – Alex could be stuck in a suit a la Darth Vader and he’d still be the sexiest man alive in Michael’s eyes. But it’s just another reminder of everything that’s changed, and everything Michael no longer has.

The kiss that night, the sex the following one – all of it is so good, so reminiscent of their time together in high school that Michael forgets, almost, how hard it is to watch Alex walk away. He’s good at putting on rose-colored glasses when it comes to the past, but this time, he’s definitely done too well. This time, when Alex walks away, calling him a criminal and rejecting him thoroughly in the meantime, Michael feels something integral in his chest shut down. There’s no getting back up after someone shoves him that hard, and he’s not sure he even wants to. He goes through the rest of the day on autopilot; he fights with Max and schemes with Isobel to protect their secrets, but internally, he’s a living, breathing open wound. 

When he finally gets an evening to himself, Michael drinks so much acetone-laced whiskey that he barely remembers leaving the voicemail the next day, let alone what it says. He’d never say any of it to Alex’s face; the guilt alone would kill him. But when Alex checks his inbox next, the words are there, heart-rending and painful, even as it’s slurred and difficult to understand: 

“Hi.” There’s a loud thudding noise, and someone yells for Michael to ‘get the fuck out of the way’ in the middle of the recording. “I don’t know what I’m fucking doing, you know? I haven’t known what I’m doing for ten years. I’m just here. In Roswell, and you were halfway across the frickin’ world and I still couldn’t escape you. And then those phone calls –” Michael laughs bitterly, the alcohol granting the sound a borderline hysterical tinge. “I actually thought they meant something, you know? All that stuff about me making you feel safe. About you needing me. Makes you wonder if whoever gave me that IQ test actually knew what the hell they were doing, right?” Another one of those sour laughs distorts the recording. “I got what, two days, maybe, of spending time with you, and that shouldn’t have been enough to fuck me up when you gave up, but God, Manes, I don’t – nothing about how I feel about you makes sense. I want you so bad it hurts. I was literally laying in bed last night, staring at the ceiling, trying to remember how it felt to have you there. So yeah, I want you and I miss you, but fuck, Alex, sometimes – right now – I wish I’d never met you.”

III. After he leaves Michael’s alien-tech bunker, Alex doesn’t know whether he wants to get a stiff drink, to go to bed, or to throw a temper tantrum. He ends up at the Wild Pony and ends up doing two out of three when he sits down to talk to Maria. He realizes, looking back, that talking to her right after he found out that she’d slept with Michael, when the hurt was still fresh, was a stupid idea. He hadn’t been cruel, exactly, but he hadn’t handled it very well, either, and he knows he hurt her. He’s been doing that a lot lately – hurting people he loves. Michael’s at the top of the list, obviously, but now Maria is just below, and he doesn’t know how to fix it with either of them. 

Post-deployment, Alex knows he’s a mess. He’s always been some level of fucked up; a father who’s leisure activities included breaking one’s bones would do that to a kid. But at least as a child, he’d had other people to turn to. There’d been Jim Valenti, and Mimi DeLuca, and Liz and Maria, who’d become more like family as they got older. He’d had a support system, and people to talk to when he needed to work through the things that happened to him at home. 

In the desert, though, there’s an ‘every man for himself’ mentality that’s impossible to shake now that he’s home. His unit would’ve died for him, and he for them, but they didn’t talk about harsh realities or fears. That was inviting bad luck, and the had enough as it was. And then, when he was sent back state-side, physical therapy was far more important than the ‘sit in a chair and cry’ kind. He did the required sessions, but when that was done, Alex was left to cope on his own. 

Michael’s born the worst of his behavior changes, he knows, just like he knows that the way he keeps walking back into the man’s life for a few days only to leave again is wrong. But how can he commit to anything permanent with Michael when he can’t even keep his own head on straight? He needs to relearn what it is to be a person without a uniform, and he needs time to do that – but he’s always thought, when he manages to do it, Michael would be there. Waiting. But Michael’s sleeping with other people and building a fucking spaceship to leave the planet, and Alex is running out of time. 

Kyle’s call comes just in time to stop Alex from getting shift-faced in the middle of the afternoon, and he supposes he should be grateful. The code-breaking distraction is nice, but it leaves him with a head full of information he doesn’t know what to do with when he’s back at home in the sparsely-furnished cabin. Alone. The place hasn’t really felt lonely before, but Alex supposes he’s never known Michael hates the world enough to want to leave it permanently, either. That’s bound to make a difference. 

When he’s settled in bed, prosthetic propped against the wall near his crutches, Alex scrolls listlessly through his Facebook feed, knowing he’s not getting any real rest that night. He’d like to say it’s purely accidental when his finger lands on Michael’s number – but the truth is that he’s been the number one speed dial in Alex’s phone for ten years, and the cabin is too quiet, and all Alex wants in that moment is to hear Michael’s voice and get some reassurance that he won’t disappear overnight. And why is it so much fucking easier to say things like that on the phone? 

“If you’ve uncovered another government conspiracy, I don’t want to know about it,” is how Michael answers the phone. There’s no noise in the background, suggesting he’s as alone as Alex. That knowledge shouldn’t make him feel as good as it does, Alex knows, but he can’t help it. “Seriously, man, just keep it to yourself, because I’ve had about all the excitement I can take.” 

Alex snorts, and shakes his head before remembering Michael can’t see him. “Just the one,” he promises. “That’s not why I’m calling, though.” He leans back against the pillow behind him, rubbing absent-mindedly at the indents left by the compression sock around his residual limb. 

There’s a beat of silence, then: “If this is some sort of phone sex proposition, I’m going to have to remind you that today you said you wanted to be friends.” The drawl is full of insinuation, and Alex is infused with the knowledge that if he said that he did want to have phone sex, or the up-close-and-personal kind, Michael wouldn’t say no. Even after everything, Guerin’s still willing to drop everything for him. The realization is both humbling and terrifying. 

“I lied,” Alex admits, swallowing heavily. 

“I know.” 

The response is simple and direct, but Alex wishes Michael would elaborate. He knows? How exactly is Alex supposed to take that? Before he can work himself up into proper frustration, though, Michael finishes, “I don’t think we can ever just be friends, Manes. And the way you took off like a bat outta hell when I showed you the console just proves it.” 

Alex’s brow furrows. “What do you mean?” He thinks he knows the answer, or can at least take a pretty good guess, but he’s not sure he wants to say the words aloud and be told otherwise, so he holds his silence. 

“All this time, you’ve been the one walking away,” Michael says, the words succinct and devoid of accusation – he just sounds exhausted, which is worse than any sharp-edged words Alex can imagine. “You were in control. Now, when I might be the one who does the leaving, you don’t like it.” 

Abruptly, hurt swamps Alex, shoving out every other feeling, and his head spins with the redirection. “You think this is about control?” he demands, each word as quick and sharp as the pinch of a needle. “You think I was upset because I didn’t get to hurt you first this time? Fuck, Guerin, why would you even bother to pick up the phone if that’s what you think of me?” 

“I told you a long time ago that I’d always be here if you needed me,” Michael answers, and finally, instead of that world-weary tone, Alex hears resentment creeping back. It’s probably fucked up that he prefers that, but he doesn’t care. An angry Michael is one who hasn’t given up yet, and that’s what Alex needs from him. “And I’d hate myself if I broke a promise to you.” 

Alex doesn’t know what to say to that, doesn’t know where to even begin, so he just blurts, “It’s not about control,” like Michael hadn’t spoken at all. It’s the coward’s way out, but Alex has always lost his courage when it comes to Michael. “I know I’m the reason we’re not together, Guerin. I know I keep pushing you away and hurting you, but the idea of living on a planet where you don’t exist anymore is the single most terrifying thing that I can imagine.” 

He pulls in a shaky breath, holds it for a moment, and lets it out. It’s one of the few useful things his VA-appointed therapist had taught him, and it centers him enough to let him realize that this is the worst possible way to tell Michael anything important, when he can’t even see his face or kiss him, but Alex can’t stop now. “I’ve been in love with you since I was seventeen, and I’ve always had this picture in my head of what my life would look like, you know? I’d be old and grey and sitting a rocking chair on a front porch somewhere far away from Roswell, somewhere where there’s actual green grass. And when I pictured it, usually on really shit days when my dad had just knocked me down the stairs, or when I was sweating my balls off in the middle of Afghanistan, you were always right there next to me on that porch– still trying to flirt even with bad eyesight and a bum hip.” 

He chuckles, the sound sadder than it should be, and cuts off anything Michael might have said. “And I just wanted you to know that, before I tell you that the last piece of that console is in your truck bed. I left it there, this morning.” Alex struggles to keep talking; it’s hard to push sound through the lump in his throat, but he manages. He always manages. “Jim Valenti left it for me, and I’m – I’m giving it to you. So you can find your home. Because I want you to be happy, Michael. There’s no one who deserves it more than you. So – I hope you find what you’re looking for.” 

Alex doesn’t want to hear him say goodbye, or to stumble through what would be the final, official end of this thing that’s burgeoned between them for a decade. His heart can’t take that. 

He ends the call. 

IV. Less than a month later, Michael hasn’t gone anywhere. 

Alex has seen him, worked with him, and even flirted with him, but they’ve avoided talking about anything personal. There’s too much raw emotion compressed between them; if given the smallest flame, it would explode and devour them both. There’s no time, anyway – Isobel’s husband is an alien serial killer, Jesse Manes is masterminding a government conspiracy that has to be stopped, and Michael’s entirely too distracted by the realization that his home planet may not be somewhere he actually wants to go. (The latter is hopeful thinking on Alex’s part, since they aren’t talking about anything personal, but after hearing what Noah said about a war-torn world, it’s a distinct possibility.) 

Now that things have settled down more, Alex finds himself alone a lot. It’s no more than he was lone before being dragged into the madness that was aliens and government conspiracies, but the constant company and forced camaraderie that developed among the group of them working to keep Michael and his siblings safe had been almost nice – and the absence of it is obvious, now, while he sits alone in his living room, staring mindlessly at the television. 

His enlistment with the Air Force ended that morning. 

Alex still hasn’t wrapped his mind around that fact; the thing that is simultaneously the best and worst thing that ever happened to him is gone, now, and he’s free. There are choices to make, pros and cons to consider, and all he’s managed to do that day is sit around and feel sorry for himself in the dim lighting of his living room. And drink. Can’t forget that last part. 

What is he going to do, now? Aside from continuing to work on taking Jesse Manes down, Alex has no plans. He can live for a while on his retirement stipend, but eventually, he’s going to need to get a job – go back to school, maybe? Get a degree in IT? It would be the expected thing, considering his background, but Alex can’t help but think a job behind a desk sounds like the most boring fate imaginable. He lost a leg, not his sense of adventure, and he want doesn’t to commit himself to something that he’s going to hate. 

So, what then, does he want from his Air Force-less future? 

When the answer comes, it’s the same one as always. Alex wants to be happy. He wants to leave Roswell and move somewhere that he can have a real yard, and see all four seasons. He wants to have a dog and a job doing something that interests him, and a big enough kitchen that his friends can come for dinner without an invitation. But all of that is secondary to the most obvious of Alex’s desires: Michael Guerin. He wants that future he spelled out for him in that last, painful phone call, with rocking chairs and wrinkles and inappropriate flirting, and he wants it so much that his chest physically aches with longing when he thinks about it. 

Maybe it’s the beer, or maybe Alex has just had enough of waiting and hoping that life will just work out the way he wants it to. He’s been a passive observer in his own life for too long, letting his insecurities and anxiety run the show, and for once, Alex is going to take control for himself. 

Before he can talk himself out of it or even second-guess the decision, Alex is behind the wheel of his SUV, headed toward the junkyard where Michael parks his trailer. He has no idea what he’s going to say, or how Michael will react to Alex just showing up like this, but for once, the uncertainty doesn’t scare him. They’ve both managed to be honest before with a phone line between them – it’s time to stop hiding behind his iPhone and admit that he’s in love with Michael Guerin out loud and in person. After that, the ball will be in Michael’s court, and Alex will have at least tried. If it doesn’t work, at least he won’t have to go to his grave wondering what would have happened if he’d been strong enough to do it.

Alex’s heart is racing by the time he pulls up in front of the trailer, and his palms are sweating. He feels like that teenager about to make a move on the boy he likes in the shed again, and it’s astounding, since Alex has been pretty sure that part of him died in Baghdad. 

Michael meets him outside the front door, wearing old jeans and a ratty t-shirt that mean he’s been working on engines all day. Oil streaks his hands and clothing, he’s sweating, and obviously in need of a shower. Sane people wouldn’t be attracted to that.

Alex has never wanted to kiss him so badly. 

“I thought about calling you,” he begins, a small smile playing around the corners of his lips. “Since we only ever seem to be able to actually talk that way. But – I don’t know. I guess this time, I wanted to be able to see your face.” The space between them closes as Alex steps forward. Michael doesn’t come to meet him, but he doesn’t step back, either, which Alex takes as a good sign. 

“The last time I asked you what you wanted to talk about, you got the after-school special version of my childhood,” Michael says dryly, sauntering toward the lawn chairs sitting around the fire pit. “And then you told me Max, Iz, and I were on a government watchlist, and under suspicion of being serial killers. Should I start packing to run, this time?” He’s mostly kidding, Alex thinks, but there’s something in the depths of his eyes that says it would be easier for him to believe that someone else was coming after them than Alex wanting to commit. Alex supposes he deserves that, even if it stings. 

He joins Michael at the cold fire pit and sits, taking a moment to adjust the compression sock where it’s slipped and rubs against his skin. As usual, Michael doesn’t bat an eye at the sight of his prosthetic – he still can’t quite believe that the other man just took the loss of Alex’s leg in stride the way he did. Even when they were having sex, Michael didn’t ask any questions, or treat him any differently than he had before the amputation. That alone is enough to solidify Alex’s certainty that he needs to at least try to convince Michael to give him another chance.

“I don’t have any bad news this time, I swear.” Alex looks over at Michael and smiles nervously, taking a moment to catalogue every curl of his hair and lines on his face. If this goes sideways, he wants to remember Michael just like this when he leaves Roswell – relaxed and content, heathy and at least mostly happy, now that he and his family are safe. 

Michael gives him a moment before raising an expectant eyebrow. “There’s a shower calling my name, Manes, so if you want my attention you better start talking.” The teasing note in the other man’s voice is the same one that has crept in the last few weeks as they danced painstakingly around the giant pink elephant in the room, and Alex hates it. He hates the distance it puts between them, and everything it represents. 

“The last time I called you, I told you that I was in love with you,” he blurts, and immediately wishes he could take it back and dress up the declaration into something better than that bald, blunt truth.  “And I wanted to say it again, in person, because last time it got twisted into a goodbye, and I’m so fucking tired of saying goodbye to you, Guerin.”

Stunned incredulity blossoms over Michael’s face, and Alex sits stiffly in the ensuing silence, waiting for him to say something. He understands needing time to process, but Alex feels like he’s sitting on pins and needs as he waits. 

“What?”  When the response comes, it’s not at all what Alex wants. Michael looks genuinely confused by what he’s said, like he thinks he heard wrong or something ridiculous, and Alex wants to shake him, to say it over and over again until he understands. 

“I love you,” Alex repeats baldly, turning frustration to courage with sheer force of will. He pushes himself out of the flimsy lawn chair and skirts the fire pit, moving to Michael’s side and grabbing his hand to tug him up, out of the chair. To his relief, the other man doesn’t fight it, and stands directly in front of Alex, less than six inches of space separating them. They’re close enough that Alex can feel the heat wafting off of Michael’s body, and the scent of a man who’d spent a long day doing physical labor in the sun shouldn’t electrify his skin, but a shiver runs down Alex’s spine anyway. Sex has never been a problem for the two of them, and even now, Alex is pretty sure he’d want Michael in any form he came. 

“I’m in love with you,” he modifies, in case there was any doubt, and rushes on before Michael can tell him to stop or leave.  “I was sitting at home today trying to figure out what I want to do with the rest of my life, now that I’m out of the military, and the only answer I could come up with was that I wanted to be with you. Everything else, I have no fucking clue. Do I go back to school? Do I get a job? How am I going to support myself? I don’t have any idea, but I know that I want to get old with you and make people uncomfortable with how sappy and in love we are in fifty years.” Alex can hear the hopeful longing in his own voice and hopes that Michael can, too, so he knows how serious he is, this time.

Michael opens his mouth to say something, but Alex puts a hand over his mouth, shaking his head. “I know what you’re going to say. I’ve shown up like this before, and I’ve always gotten your hopes up and left, and I’ve hurt you so many times that you have absolutely no reason to trust me, but God, Guerin, I feel like I’ve been on pause for a decade of my life, waiting to finally feel like the person you deserve to be with. But I’m never going to be that person. This is who I am – but every part of me is in love with you, and I’m done running. Try one more time. Take a chance; I swear you won’t regret it. I –” 

Anything else Alex might have said is swallowed by Michael’s mouth on his. The movement is so quick Alex can barely track it; suddenly, there is a big, calloused hand at the back of his neck and another at the collar of his flannel, yanking him in. He almost overbalances on his bad leg – and shit, wouldn’t that just ruin the moment? – but Michael’s chest is there, warm and firm and supportive. And then, just like that, they’re kissing. 

Just like every other kiss they’ve shared since they were seventeen, this one is so intense that Alex goes from anxious to turned on in less than a moment. Every brush of Michael’s skin against his feels like static electricity, and he can feel himself flush under the attention. It’s soft, tentative and sweet for a fleeting moment as they get used to each other again, but it turns hard and bruising quickly, as both men lose their patience to pleasure. Alex would have been fine to end the conversation there. This is what he wanted – to touch Michael and be touched in return, to kiss him and hold him whenever he wanted, to know that when he needed him, Michael would be there, and vice versa. They’d been dancing around this for so long that now, standing on the cusp of it, Alex felt like he was diving off of a cliff … and he’d never been happier to be so fucking terrified. 

“You talk too much,” Michael rasps, when their screaming lungs force them to come up for air. Their foreheads are leaned together, sweaty and flushed, but Alex only cares that they’re still fused together. Half of him is afraid that if Michael lets go of him, the magic of the moment will wear off and Alex will find himself back at home, alone again. 

Alex tries to glare at him, but he’s fairly certain the expression is far too sappy to be considered angry. “Excuse me?” 

“You talk too much,” Michael repeats, unrepentant. “If you’d let me get a word in edgewise, we could’ve been kissing like ten minutes earlier, and we could be in bed already.” He nuzzles a kiss alongside Alex’s jaw, just the barest hint of lips against the sensitive skin, and Alex shudders. In return, he slips the fingers of one hand up into Michael’s curls, carding at the matted hair gently in the manner he knows will make the other man melt. To his delight, Michael pushes his head into the contact, urging him to continue. 

“Everything I said was important,” he tells Michael, trying to muster up some indignance – and giving in quickly. He’s too euphoric to feel anything but happiness, and he doesn’t wan to even try. “You have to know that I’m –

Michael huffs, and shakes his head, interrupting Alex’s explanation. “You still don’t get it,” he says, and there’s a fond exasperation in his eyes that makes Alex feel warm all over. “I told you a long time ago that I’d always be here when you needed me, Alex. That wasn’t bullshit. I’ve never given up on you. Even when I wanted to. So it doesn’t matter how many times you’ve walked away, as long as you’re walking back.” He drops a kiss to the corner of Alex’s mouth, then wraps his arms around his waist and hugs him so tightly that Alex gasps a little at the impact. He clutches back just as tight, feeling a little light-headed. This is real. This is happening.

“So, that means –” 

“It means we’re gonna have to figure out where we buy matching old man rocking chairs,” Michael drawls, the fingers of his good hand soft as they slip beneath the hem of Alex’s shirt and rest against his bare back. “Because you’re stuck with me for at least the next hundred years.” He kisses him again, then, and Alex tastes the words he didn’t say on his tongue. 

I love you.

#malex fic #my fic #michael guerin/alex manes #roswellnm #angst #prompts

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#hes a manchild. like thats what he is #i WILL bring the receipts out on this 👀 bring out the receipts lad. i wanna indulge in some victor vale snatchery

(spoilers for the book ‘vicious’ by E.W. Schwab ahead, i don’t go over anything from ‘vengeful’ here.)

honestly all the evidence i need to support victor vale being a little whiny manchild with a tiny weenis is during the first quarter of vicious, when Schwab is still setting up characterization for the story and goes out of her way to describe the absolute galaxy brain tantrum victor throws and the INCREDIBLE abusive red flags in his behavior along with it. this is by no means is this a comprehensive list of receipts but i cannot stress like, how uncomfortable this made me when i was first reading the book

you know when you’re in a grocery store and u hear a kid down the aisle start whining a little in a way where u know you gotta yeet out of there before they start wailing like a fucking tornado siren? this is victor’s pre-tantrum warm up here. look at this absolutely galaxy brain little manlet. “adrenaline was HIS research topic” i love it when authors write 3 year old protagonists. but okay, whatever, everybody gets jealous sometimes, surely that isn’t a true indicator of victor vale teetering on the brink of a mommy-give-me-tendies style tiny weenis man breakdown. let us continue documenting this absolute specimen as the story progresses

here’s eli being like ‘wow its wild that this god i believe in brought me back from the dead’ but no. little weenis man isn’t happy with that. little weenis man wants to make sure eli has the record straight. it was LITTLE WEENIS MAN who brought him back from the dead, NOT god. how DARE eli worship something when eli SHOULD be worshipping WEENIS MAN SUPREME for his SUPREME WEENIS shown by following the instructions of eli, who is a medical student, when eli dies, including using the equipment eli secured from his medical job, because victor vale’s absolute GALAXY BRAIN single handedly RAISED THE DEAD and there IS NO SUCH THING AS GOD. thats right buddy pal dont get fucking confused. tendie man wants to play god and by fuck is he gonna throw a tantrum until he gets the attention he deserves

here we have him right after his friend gets superpowers but HE doesn’t get ANY superpowers and OBVIOUSLY that isn’t fair, the little weenis man DESERVES more than this. he COULD be happy for his friend for doing something he worked hard for but no. tiny weenis man wants his tendies and hes about to fucking tell the world. little weenis man has a plan. 

thats right. tendie man is going to get his fucking superpowers because eli didn’t even try THAT HARD for them while clearly little tendie man deserves them more. sure eli’s worked hard for this but victor doesn’t care. sure victor has no idea about eli’s past and all he’s been through, but it doesnt matter bc little tendie man wants to be Big Special. the toddler is stripping off their pants in the produce section and hes about to go hog wild

here is this absolute manlet deciding that if ELI wont help him get big special powers then hell just find somebody ELSE to do it bc ELI wasnt that special anyway. obviously this is worth roping in an innocent bystander. ‘you see, angie, if YOU dont help me, theres no telling what i would do to myself. if i do something wild and YOU turned me down helping me than it’s YOUR fault that i died so you better help me fucking kill myself’. this is abuse. like this is straight up manipulative, abusive behavior and we can see that this isn’t an isolated incident, this is a pattern of behavior because he’s a little manlet weenis man who wants his FUCKING tendies. 

this is honestly disgusting. like idk if anybody else felt like this while reading this part but like. wow. this freaked me the fuck out. this was one of the most disturbing parts of the book for me, like, this set of scenes where victor has roped angie into this and is faking being in pain and shit so he can get special manlet powers. this is awful. this is like, secret-history-level gut wrenching awfulness. 

so, the tantrum has come to this. here we have this absolute specimen. hes manipulated this innocent person, who by the way is eli’s girlfriend, into this horrible situation because hes a little manlet man throwing a tantrum about how his friend got superpowers and HE didn’t. look at how happy this little bitch is. he sees absolutely nothing wrong with this because the little manlet man is getting his fucking tendies and that’s all that matters. 

angie is dead and victor vale is so fucking tortured. surely it is a curse to be so GALAXY BRAIN and RATIONAL at a time like this but SADLY, the little tendie man must hike up his pants and make a run for the automatic doors at the front of the grocery store. sure he manipulated and killed his best friend’s girlfriend, an innocent person to this entire situation, but like who cares about that, you know? 

say what you will about eli ever but he absolutely hits the nail on the head saying ‘she was a person, not a thing, and you murdered her’. and what is the little beenis man’s response? ‘oh, well, it’s YOUR fault for not helping me tho. like if YOU would have helped me i would have never been FORCED to kill your girlfriend, and also you called the cops on me when you heard i killed your girlfriend and I could have called the cops on you, you fucking traitor, how could you do this to me? i, the little weenis man, am the victim and you hurt my feelings’. what an absolute specimen. what an absolute galaxy brain manlet. victor vale’s dick is the size of a hot wheels toy car

anyway like. he keeps doing this shit. like through the entire two books. like ‘aw he ends up caring for sydney’ yeah he fucking cared about eli and angie too but had no fucking problems with nerfing either of them when they stood in the way of his little manlet goals. hell, like, remember when he brought sydney to an abandoned building to revive a dude so he could murder him again in front of her? 

honestly i swear to god mitch is a goddamn blessing who sees little tendie man for who he really is. like. lets not forget this scene either

mitch fucking gets it. no, eli isn’t a saint. yes, victor isn’t always 100% cartoonishly a villian, and actually rarely is (that’s like….a major theme of this series to begin with, i.e. moral greyness). but victor is fucking dangerous because he doesn’t care. he’s a narcissist. hes a little tendie boy. victor vale WILL throw a tantrum that WILL include taking out anyone he gives a shit about for his own goals and mitch fucking knows it. 

sydney is totally buying into it because of the shit victor pulls acting like he’s helping her, while meanwhile her situation is just really fucking convenient for victor’s own motives. sydney is easy for him to manipulate so long as victor stays on eli’s tail, and mitch desperately wants her to know that as much as he cares about her and wants her to be safe (because mitch is the only fucking stable person in this story i swear to god) victor is not safe, and if victor tries to pull shit on her she shouldn’t be afraid to bite back. but sydney is literally a tween, and thinks victor is super cool doing this shit for her, and mitch knows that there’s not really an easy way he can really explain the nuances of who victor vale is and how he operates to her, so he settles on wishing she would just be a little bit afraid of him, because as we know from eli and angie, trusting victor without thinking is pretty fucking dangerous. it’s heartbreaking, tbh. 

anyway tl;dr victor vale is a little whiny tendie manchild who will throw a tantrum and does not care who he takes down in the process

#this is. long #long post #books #this is just me going off lmao im sorry #asks #vandal.txt #v1als #vicious #victor vale #fuck yeah im putting this in the tag

[svucarisiaddict]

Ugh poison ivy is the WORST! Feel better! In the meantime, would you be willing to write a fic ft. Mike (a dadddddy) being overprotective and stubborn about the risk that OC puts herself in when working bc she works in some kind of risky science job (they exist I swear!) but she's mad bc he's being a hypocrite (duh). Thank you so much! Love your stories everytime

“Great day, Y/N. See you on Monday!” Scott called to you as you walked to your car.

“Indeed it was. Have a great weekend!” you called back. It felt like you were walking on cloud nine. Your team was so close to a breakthrough on a medication. It would be prescribed to those that are HIV negative but are at high risk for contracting the disease. 

The day was about to get better as you were on your way to meeting Mike. What started out as a one night stand after a raucous charity gala resulted in an almost two-year relationship one of which you had been engaged. The wedding was in two months. 

Tonight you and Mike were having dinner with his Dad, and your Mom to go over seating arrangements and some other minor details. And after, when you got home, you were going to give a sneak peek of your wedding night attire.

When you arrived at the restaurant, everyone was already waiting for you. You just caught the tail end of the conversation but they were no doubt talking about you.

“I’ve never liked her working with all those, those diseases. What if she contracts something and passes it on to one of us or her unborn child,” you Mom said then took a sip of wine.

“That is a concern. Have you spoken to her about it Micheal?” William asked with a furrowed brow.

“We have. It’s just a safe as what he does,” you interjected.

Mike and William stood. William giving you a peck on the cheek. Mike pulled your chair out for you after you greeted your Mom.

“We just worry darling,” your Mom crooned. She patted your hand and gave you a simpering smile. 

If she had her way you would be a kept woman that attended charity balls and ladies lunches. Possibly with a college degree in a useless field that you never used and married to a man that kept you under his thumb but in all the newest fashions, car and home. And when you lose interest or see a bigger fish move on. That was her MO anyway. 

After your father died she moved on to richer and more successful men. She was currently on husband three of 10 years. She said he was the one. You weren’t so sure the way she was fawning over William. Every time since the day they met she was the same thing. You shook your head deciding not to dwell.

Mike rode with his Dad to the restaurant so you could drive home together. You left before William and your Mom. There was another bottle of wine being ordered before you left. Again, you weren’t going to dwell.

“How long has your Dad been single?” you asked.

“Oh wow. About 20 years I guess. He’s dated but never remarried after my Mom left. Why?” 

“Just wondered. Our parents seem to get on well,” you commented. So much for not dwelling. 

“That’s a good thing, right?” Mike said. 

“Hmm, yeah.” You squeezed his hand and smiled.

Once back home you waited until Mike was occupied with something before sneaking back out to grab your pink bags of lingerie. You hid them in the closet until a little later.

“Have you ever thought about a different career?” Mike asked out of the blue when you came back downstairs.

“I’m sorry. Change careers? Are you serious?” you asked.

Mike shut his laptop and took his reading glasses off sitting them on the coffee table. “Well, it’s always worried me you might get sick if you’re exposed to something. Then after talking to your Mom, she said she felt the same and told me a story about when there was an accident at your previous job. She said that there was improper handling by another virologist and-” 

“That was an isolated incident. My job does not put me at risk for anything. I’m extremely cautious and meticulous. I love what I do. We are on the threshold of a medication that can change the lives of so many people,” you said proudly.

He studied you before continuing his plight. “What about when we have kids?”

“What about it?” You crossed your arms just waiting for him to say something along the lines of wanting you to quit. “Do you know how many people have kids that I work with? 10 of the 15 people on my team alone have at least two kids.”

Mike sighed. “I just worry. It’s a dangerous field.”

His statement actually made you laugh. “Oh, and what you do every day isn’t dangerous. I work in a controlled environment. You one the other hand work in utter chaos where you have been shot. Twice,” you confirmed holding up two fingers for emphasis. 

“It’s not the same, Y/N. What I do helps people-”

“Stop right there Michael Dodds,” you interjected. “I may not put my life on the line like you do but what I do makes a difference too. I save people. Maybe you should think about a different career since you’ve been shot twice,” you reiterated. 

“Listen I don’t want to argue. We can talk about his another time,” he said.

“There’s nothing to talk about. Nothing is going to change. I worked my ass off to get my Ph.D. I’ll think about if I ever almost die. Twice,” you stated. 

Mike rolled his eyes. “Fine. You made your point. I just worry about you.”

“And I appreciate it, Mike. I really do. Don’t you think I pray every morning that when you leave this house you’ll come back to me safely? Since there were-”

“Two times I got shot,” Mike said finishing your sentence then grinned. 

“Bingo.” You bopped his nose. 

Mike laughed. “One more question. What’s in the bags I saw you try to sneak in here?”

Of course, he saw. You couldn’t hide anything from Sergeant Michael Dodds. “It’s a little preview of what I’ll have on under my wedding dress.,” you hinted.

Mike shot his brows up. “Is that right? And uh, when did you plan on letting me peek?”

You giggled when he pulled you into his lap and started kissing your neck. “Tonight. But you wanted to fight in-instead,” you murmured and clenched your thighs feeling his warm, wet kisses heat up your body.

“Well hop to it,” Mike directed then playfully dumped you on the couch. “Can’t wait to see what you’ve picked out.” He smacked your bottom causing you to yelp.

“For that, you can just wait for our wedding night,” you countered.

He smirked. “It’ll just end up on the floor in shreds anyway.” 

#mike dodds #mike dodds x reader #overprotective

[volgotha]

Holy shit I just read your text post I'm so sorry! How are people so easily sold on bullshit??? What happened that lead up to all that?

Okay, strap yourself in. I’m only typing this mess up once more and then I’m never mentioning it again as long as I live. I’m not going to tag it with anything relevant either so once its posted, i’m letting it get lost in the sea of reblogs. Here we go, warning; this is gon be long.

In 2006 I went to college. From 2006 to 2009 I hung out with 5 friends and my bf at the time, Andre. It was in 2007 that we started to poke our heads into the 2C11 room (the clubspace room). Matt and his best friend Jogn Carlo started coming with us to Rocky Horror, a thing only myself and two of my 5 friends would do together, along with ppl they knew from their old highschool. By 2009, we had formed a big gang of friends from the clubspace, and we all started going to movies and sushi together. One of my friends organize panels for Otakuthon, where we’d all meet up.      

But in 2009, two of the 5 ppl I hung out with had a falling out. They stopped being friends. One went to university, the other was around for one more year then she went to university in 2010. That’s when the old group began to change from a family to a clique: In 2010 new members joined the club, and became new staples in the old group–most importantly, a guy named Tin.

It used to feel like a big family, but when the new semester started in September 2010 and new members flooded the club, everything changed. Tin instantly gave me a strange feeling in my gut, like there was something off abt him I couldn’t articulate. Shannon was dating Alex, the then club president, who stepped down in disgrace after I and one of those 5 friends went to the student union to complain abt him being the Harvey Weinstein of the club,. He wanted to permanently ban her from the club bc that summer when he was making a shitty youtube movie, he asked her out and she said no. The only reason he stepped down is bc I helped her take it to the student union and took him down. So when 2010 came along, Tin swooped in and became Alex 2.0, and when I warned ppl abt him they didn’t listen.

Fast forward a year to 2011, and the shitstorm happens; My mom had bvee battling with cancer since 2009. She had a hysterectomy but it didn’t work, and the cancer came back with a vengance.

January 15th 2011: My mom comes into my room and tells me her doctor doesn’t give her 1 year left to live. A few minutes after she leaves my room, Tin talks to me on Steam. He starts trolling me, I exploded on him. I felt bad about it so I tried to apologise to him, and I wrote on my facebook wall a message: “Just found out my mom has a year left to live, not in my right head, plz stay away from me for a while” so i wouldn’t explode on anyone else. I said I tried to apologise to Tin on steam, because him being an abujsive sociopath, instead of just accepting the apology or not like a normal person, instead he starts demanding that i admit to being a shitdisturber. I ignore him at that point, tell him im sorry, wish him good night and then sign off steam, and go to bed.

The following day, Shannon heads me off as I’m in the 2C11 hallway heading to the clubspace room; she warns me that Kelly is having a shit fit and screaming about how much of a horrible person I am, that apparently Kelly thinks my facebook post is me using my mom as an excuse to get away with being a bitch. I run to confront her, because excuse me, no it fucking wasn’t yknow? and whatever trauma she hasn;’t resolved yet doesn’t give her the right to twist my meanings and paint me as a monster. Thats when she goes into the Oliver’s caf so I follow her, and she screams at me calls me pathetic and heads back into the clubspace, and everyone followed her and left me in the caf crying with Shannon and Alex. :/

The situation was made ten times worse later that night by a certain person named Mathew, remember him? He was supposed to be my friend. Instead, he took the opportunity to write a huge post on fb tearing me down, on which everyone else joined in taking a public jab at me. Matt was seen as the community leader at the time. He could have used his power to calm the situation down, instead he made things worse. To this day, I suspect that troll Tin is the one who twisted my words to trigger Kelly and cause all of this, and that he also had Matt in the palm of his hand, but i digress; Matt’s post convinced most of them to ditch me. That devastated me in an already overwhelmed state, and I attempted suicide a few nights later.

That summer, I saw that my former friends were all having a big party, “What Killed the Dinosaurs? The Bad Movie Night.”, and I wasn’t invited. Shannon saw how much it hurt me, so she invited to her bf’s party instead, and that’s where I met Paul.

The following school year of 2011-2012 went by without much incident. The people who had ghosted me slowly added me back, Matt even apologized for his shit, and things seemed to be on the up and up. It looked like all this drama was behind us. I was wrong.

After I graduated, I decided to go visit the club in Fall 2012. Big mistake.

I saw someone I knew, Sarah, crying on someone’s lap, and asked her what was up. She told me she was in an abusive relationship with Tin. For giving her the advice to leave him, Tin came at me on steam again, and I told him that he was an abuser, that he would not intimidate me and to go fuck himself, and I blocked him. Suddenly, Matt was trying to extort 100$ from me for 2 locks I had broken the year before, which should’ve only cost 42$. Where did that come from? Well, Tin was the club’s Treasurer that year. He was trying to get back at me for standing up to him and helping his victim escape, and he was doing it through Matt, who was going apeshit on me on MSN for refusing to pay 100$. I insisted I should only have to pay what I owe, which was 42$. He kept freaking out on me, so finally I threatened to get a lawyer involved, and that’s when he backed down. I still paid the money I owed for the locks I had broken but I blocked Matt, having had enough of his bullshit, and that’s when suddenly a bunch of ppl from the group ghosted me for good.

Why was I ghosted when Matt was clearly the one in the wrong? Because Tin. They ghosted me bc Tin told them to. Tin and Matt told them all sorts of shitty things about me and they believed them. They don’t hold Tin or Matt to any of their shitty actions though bc they don’t want the same abuse that happened to me to happen to them. They turn a blind eye to every shitty thing Tin and Matt do. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to understand there’s an extremely toxic abuse dynamic at play in that group.

But the story doesn’t end there. Remember that party I went to with Shannon, and that guy I met named Paul? From november 2011 to march 2015 we were together. I was isolated from whoever was left, only hung out with him and his friends. In 2014, I became close friends with a girl name d Ariel, a member of that old groiup who ghosted me. But that was probably a manufactured relationship manipulated into existance by Paul, so he could jump to her when he was done with me.

Paul was extremely abusive when no one was around. The night he left, we had a huge fight. I tried to escape the situation by running upstairs. He chased me and when I ran into my TV room and closed the door behind me, he started pounding on it and trying to push his way in. When he did manage to get through the door, I panicked, picked up a glass bottle and threw it at him, and then slammed the door again when he backed out. The bottle broke, and cut his finger very deep. He used that cut to get everyone present during the situation on his side. Nevermind all the crazy abusive stuff he had just pulled in front of them, no, I was the bad guy, and once he had them convinced, he left to my then bff’s house, who later became his new gf.

He posted a picture of the wound on facebook, and because of that and previous drama from years ago that never really went away, most of the friends I had left from Dawson believed him, and ghosted me. I couldn’t tell them that a week earlier he had raped me, and that’s why I was scared enough to throw that glass bottle at him.I filed a police report, I warned everyone who would listen to me about him, and I warned her. I did all I could.

 I was too scared to tell this story for such a long time, because if asking for understanding while my mom was dying was twisted into me using my mom as an excuse to get away with being a bitch, then asking for understanding for the outbursts I had after being raped would just be twisted into me using my rape as an excuse to get away with being a bitch. I couldn’t handle the idea of my rape being trivialized as just some excuse–and Mathew is in part responsible for it all, because of that fucking post he made publicly tearing me down. Had he not posted that, I would’ve never lost my support system, I would’ve never gone to that party with Shannon, and I would’ve never been raped.

So I spent the better parts of 2016-2018 telling those involved off for their part in my current situation and blocked them, and the rest rebuilding what I had back in 2009, with resounding success. 

So, there you have it. That’s what happened. Fuuuuuuuucking insane isn’t it. Its over now, none of them can hurt me anymore and Ive once again surrounded myself with friends I can actually trust, so everything’s good now. I still have my low days bc this was yknow, a lot, but I’m doing much, muuuuch better now. 

#T-Abyss

[thaliamccn-blog]

hello <3 i am diana ( u can call me di if u like ) and i am nineteen, a libra, go by she/her pronouns, n reside in the est timezone !! somethings u should kno about me…i am a girl group stan first and a human second ( stan loona stan twiceblackvelvet stan fromis 9 stan weki meki etc etc ). i am a sansa stark enthusiast and love lana del rey with my whole heart. so that’s basically me !! and now, onto thalia under the cut like this post n i’ll message u to plot!! my discord is we just wanna have some fun !#5522 if u wanna talk there, or i can message u on tumblr im’s <3

↪ son naeun. she/her. cis female. ╱ i thought i saw thalia moon getting questioned by the police. the twenty-two year old is in their third year at west bridge studying fashion design. they were at manon’s party because manon was wearing one of her designs. do you think they had something to do with her death? + eyes stained by glitter and mascara, the feeling of isolation among a crowd of people, smoking a cigarette with a glass of red wine. ◜ diana. 19. est. she/her. ◞

ok i’m gonna do my very best to keep this short because whew,,,, i’m a rambler asjdhkdjh 

i guess i will start off by saying she’s aquarius sun scorpio moon...so that’s some indication of her personality ajksdshdh,,,

she is bisexual

here is her pinterest so u can get 2 know her aesthetic <33

now onto some backstory

her father owns a development company (basically think bart bass from gossip girl but she is not chuck bass because he’s gross) and her mom is a socialite

she was raised in a wealthy family on the upper east side (nyc). she is an only child, so she grew up weaned on expensive items and became a bit materialistic because of it

because she was an only child people assumed she was always the center of attention but the truth is her parents were very neglectful of her...n she grew up to be pretty emotionally stunted whew she literally cannot deal with her emotions but we’ll get to that

her parents never really wanted kids, they just had thalia to present a family-friendly image, so they used her whenever the cameras were around

during her high school years her father ran into a bit of legal trouble because of a building he owned that burned down. he had buried the story, but word was beginning to come out again (yes i’m ripping off gossip girl ASHDKJH)

her parents divorced because of the scandal, among other things. the two of them constantly fought ever since thalia was a child, but her mom decided to remove herself from the scandal while she still had the chance (which is exactly what her moms father, aka thalia’s grandfather, told her to do)

after the divorce, thalia was left in her father’s care

during the scandal, she began to lash out and rebel against her father specifically, but he threatened to take away her trust fund if she did not behave herself. he needed thalia’s help in maintaining his image

so she agreed to stop lashing out publicly, but still continued her lifestyle on the lowkey

she always managed to get herself into trouble, but also found her way out of it one way or another

thalia took an interest in fashion design early on in her high school years and was able get two internships while she was still in high school

after the divorce, she barely ever saw her mom. not that it mattered because she didn’t see her much in the first place, but her mother ended up remarrying suddenly became a family person, leaving thalia to feel extremely bitter

as all negative things did when it came to her father, the scandal blew over and the truth went unnoticed yet again

when it was time for her to go to college, her father basically told her now that she was an adult he did not care to see her much anymore. he said her trust fund was still in place and to not hurt his image, otherwise he would take it away, but he basically severed ties. this is why she decided to move away from her home in new york city and go somewhere she thought she could be more lowkey

she hates her parents, especially her father and wants to make her own money and stop relying on her trust fund, but she’s also too materialistic to give it up...rip

and here we have some quick words about her personality:

thalia is very closed off and has a hard time trusting people

she is not necessarily shy, but feels she is often misunderstood, which is one of the reasons she is never at the center of any social event and likes to hangout along the sidelines instead

thalia is always down to try new things, she is literally up for anything. she’s the type of person who gets bored easily, so she’s always seeking the next thrill

i would not say shes mean (she can be) but she just doesn’t have the most welcoming personality, and maybe she can come off as intimidating (that’s up to ur characters of course)

her view on the world is very negative, she’s most definitely a cynic

the party/manon incident:

thalia was at the party because she asked manon to wear one of her designs. due manon being extremely popular, thalia figured she could get more recognition as a designer by asking her to wear one of her designs

she attended the party to see how people were reacting to her dress, and also because she probably would have attended anyway

she wouldn’t have exactly considered manon a friend, but manon was one of the few people thalia didn’t mistrust, so when her dead body was discovered, thalia was definitely taken aback

thalia was definitely under the influence of something, so she probably doesnt remember that night all too well

when it came to the pact, thalia was quick to agree to it. her father’s one condition for her to keep her trust fund was to stay out of trouble. she knew he could probably have saved her from the mess, but she did not want to have to seek his help

she feels weird being apart of this pact, considering she probably doesn’t trust most of them, but she also didn’t know what else to do

plot ideas (if i remember i’ll strike them out when they get taken):

step siblings - either side of her family, her mom remarried and her dad definitely could have so i would looove step sibling plots. they can b on friendlier terms, or hate each other, literally anything would work

party buddies - this is pretty basic and self explanatory, but someone thalia can go out and have fun with. their friendship is most likely surface level, or prob started that way, but it’s possible they became deeper friends (maybe thalia opened up one day when she was most likely under the influence of something)

ex-fling - thalia is definitely the non-committal type so i doubt she would ever have an ex bf or gf, but it could still have been a serious un-labeled relationship, or just an ex fling. they could be on bad terms, good terms, still have feelings, not have feelings, u name it

unrequited crush -  ur character could have feelings for thalia, but being the way she is, she doesn’t feel them back. this could develop into thalia eventually having feelings for ur muse, or not, whatever we want! OR thalia could have a crush on someone who does not like her back. maybe they’re even more emotionally unavailable than she is, or they simply do not like her back. we could plot this out however

current fling/“friends” w benefits - someone she is currently seeing/sleeping with. could be no strings attached, or there could b some feelings there. maybe they don’t want to make it anything serious, or maybe they’re ready to take it to the next level. maybe one person is ready to go further, and the other isn’t. i put “friends” in parenthesis because she probably doesn’t have many friends

enemies w benefits - imagine the tension!!! they started out hating each other, but ended up hooking up. maybe it was a one time thing, or maybe they can’t stop going back to each other. i think it would b cool if they kept it a secret, they don’t want anyone else to know. this could develop however we want

ex-friends - someone thalia used to consider a close friend, but they had a falling out for whatever reason n maybe they hate each other now. maybe they want to re-kindle their friendship but don’t know how

sibling-like friendship - someone thalia sees like a sibling. they’re there for each other and look out for one another, always have each other’s backs

dynamic duo - could be thalia’s current best friend. i would say she probably doesn’t have many friends, but this person is prob one of the closest people to her and has actually managed to break down some of her walls

confidant - someone who confides in her or someone she confides in, or they confide in each other. they don’t necessarily have to be friends, but they get along and maybe they talk more in private

rivals - they hate each other for whatever reason. maybe it’s jealousy or their personalities just clash, but for whatever reason they do not get along. i love a good enemies plot. they can just b nasty to each other!!! 

safe haven - *mini drug tw*  i did not know how to label this so i apologize for the name. but i think it would b cool if someone helped thalia out during a bad night. she typically saves herself from bad situations, but one day she couldn’t and luckily ur muse was there to help. maybe she drank too much or did too many drugs or mixed the two and ended up rly bad. either way, i would love for someone to have helped her from a tough time. she would probably feel really confused and guilty and like she owes them. maybe ur muse can manipulate her bc of it and make her do things bc she owes them, or maybe they genuinely had good intentions. i would also b down for a plot about thalia helping out someone else’s muse from a sticky situation!!

bad influence - i would loveeee for thalia to be a bad influence on someone. someone she can corrupt in a way, or just lead down a bad path akshkjhd and get them to try new, and not-so-good, things

good influence - someone to be a good influence on thalia. someone who brings out the best in her and tries to steer her down a better path

partner in crime - someone who does crazy, illegal shit w her. someone who is always down for the next adventure n they have crazy memories together

model/muse - someone who models thalia’s clothes. they could simply just be her model, or maybe they could also double as her muse, someone who inspires her best work. there can b romantic feelings there or it can b totally platonic !!!! but i think someone who models for her would be super fun

photographer - someone she partnered with to take pictures of her designs. it can be a strictly mutually beneficial business partnership, or maybe it spiraled into a sort of friendship where they bring out the best in each other (work wise) and stick together for their different projects.

childhood friends - someone who knew thalia when she grew up. maybe they knew about her weird home life, or maybe their friendship was set up by their parents. maybe they were just friends out of their own free will, but grew apart when they grew older. the possibilities are endless

roommates - they could be on good terms or bad terms. maybe thalia coming home at odd hours of the night doesnt sit well with your muse, or maybe they dont have an issue with it at all. maybe they are starting to get along and hangout more because of being roommates

tldr: thalia is an emotionally unavailable wealthy aspiring fashion designer who has issues with her parents and likes getting into trouble

#ps.intro #✧.° — cuz i be the baddie b barbie tingz › ( ooc. ) #ok this got long but in my defense it was because i included plot ideas ajkdhskjdh #ASHDJKDH i'm so sorry...i rly tried to keep it short #u can skim through <3 #or i can summarize for u <3 #i didnt proof read...i hope everything makes sense #but basically im so excited 2 b here #also i had no idea what i was doing w thalia until i wrote this post whew my virgo moon is shaking at my spontaneity