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brilliant-red-eternity · 8 months

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Psycho-Pass Providence:

my attempt to write a movie review.

I finally went to the movies and watched Psycho-Pass Providence with a friend last Tuesday. I knew the film would be packed with plot and action so we decided to see the German dubbed version. We just wanted to have a good time, and some nachos with cheese dip and beer. The cinema was maybe a quarter full which I don’t think is too bad for a weekday. There even was a girl cosplaying as Akane. I was pretty nervous the whole day. After reading so many negative reviews on Tumblr over the past few months, I prepared myself for the worst. Will Providence ruin this series for me? Is Shinkane dead? My friend encouraged me by saying, “watch the movie and form your own opinion”, and that’s what I did!

Providence is a diffuse colossus of a story but I liked it much better than PP3. The story is very action-heavy and plot-driven. You can feel the absence of Urobuchi’s writing because relatively little emphasis is placed on the emotions of the characters or their development. The dialogues are rather short and the action scenes quite long. Explosions and battles largely replace social criticism. Precious moments are few and far between. I think Ubukata came up with a really cool and offbeat plot, it’s just way too big for one movie. He should have made Providence into a series with many episodes, but that’s just my opinion. I can’t shake the feeling that he simply placed the characters into his massive plot as if they were chess pieces. Everyone does their job. They rush from one action to the next. Saiga is dead. On it goes. Akira is dead. There are no breaks. The ending is also very rushed and if I hadn’t already known why Akane shoots chief Kasei, I probably would have left the cinema with a massive question mark.

The Shinkane content in Providence is quite nice. And to say it right away: yes, I saw their hands touch in that bridal carry scene. It was very clear and less rushed than I thought. I’m just not sure if their fingers were intertwined or if Kogami had his fingers around Akane’s hand squeezing it. The phone call was also funny. My friend just sighed in her seat next to me and said a little too loudly: “I can’t believe Akane is in love with this clumsy idiot! Why can’t he just apologize?” Yeah, why? Akane hung up the phone and her face was so adorable. The romantic comedy was only perfect when Saiga cheered Kogami on in the elevator afterwards (“Come on, make an effort!”) and Ko acted like a petulant child (“I don’t know what you mean!”). Really, Ko? You were playing dumb in front of sensei? Was Kogami embarrassed that his former teacher was interfering in their relationship? However, these two were in dire need of counselling that’s why I found the idea of Saiga acting as their therapist quite entertaining.

I still don’t know what to make of Shinkane in Providence. I have too many thoughts and feelings, that’s why I’d like to deal with this topic separately in another post. Shinkane is not dead at all, but it hasn’t evolved either. Each of them basically does their own thing when it comes to work and I can’t shake the impression that Akane would have found Kogami rather unsexy if she had met him for the first time in PPP. I love Kogami, but he doesn’t contribute much to the story except that he saves Akane’s life in the end.

Now that I’ve seen the film, it sounds more than absurd to claim that they have no other relationship than a collegial working relationship. I mean, it’s obviously not work or a shared conviction that ties them together and makes Akane answer the phone late at night, but their old acquaintance. They have an unresolved personal conflict between them, and a wide range of unexplored emotions. All the social awkwardness fits in with that. And the creators even went one step further with the romantic scenes:

I already knew about the scene in which Kogami jumps on top of Akane (and between her legs) to protect her from an explosion but I didn’t expect the whole thing to play out in slow motion. Holy shit! My heart leapt. I mean, what am I looking at here if not a romantic subplot? You can see every detail crisp and clear: how his hands are embracing and protecting her head from the impact, how their bodies stick together rather indecently. And Akane and Ko don’t immediately get up and run, no. They stay put for the time being looking at each other and then Ko states the obvious like a brain dead fool: “It’s a dangerous place, we should retreat.”

Yeah, well… who would have thought that explosions and shootings would be dangerous? Kogami’s blood must have gone from his brain to some other part of his body, there’s no other way to explain this level of silliness. We’ve already seen Kogami protecting Akane from an explosion before. He threw her like a sack of potatoes in the movie but THIS is something else entirely. THIS is screaming “You’re the most precious person on earth to me”. Same goes for the bridal carry. The scene isn’t as rushed as their encounter in the wheat field, no. The animators kind of savour their last scene in Providence and you have to be wilfully blind to not notice Kogami’s affection for Akane or their touching hands.

I can understand the widespread criticism of Kogami’s strange behaviour in PPP. It’s not quite what I expected either, but I didn’t expect anything else. Sounds crazy, huh? I know. I don’t know if Ubukata’s writing style is to blame for Ko’s derailment. I guess the writers deliberately wanted to create some tension in the form of personal conflict which is a common and cheap trick that can also be found in romantic YA literature.

It is nevertheless credible to a certain extend. Kogami has returned to a world with a wall between latent criminals and citizens with healthy Psycho-Passes. Social conventions are a corset. They make us act differently. The fact that he doesn’t hit on Akane actually says a lot of good things about his character. He knows nothing about her life, except that it hasn’t gone down the drain yet. What role does he still play in Akane’s life? Does she even need his help? When you look at Kogami’s issue with addressing Akane properly, it becomes clear that he’s uncertain: kanshikan, omae, anta, yo. Akane has already gathered a team around her and Kogami is standing outside the door. He’s the odd man out. He’s also an incorrigible idiot who doesn’t have it in him to apologize.

They give each other nothing at first. That’s why I like the scene in the hospital so much because it changes their relationship for good. Akane’s visit is proof to Kogami that he is important to her. She cares about his health and she even takes the cigarette from his mouth. Akane also invites him to join her team (“We’re a team, right?”) and you can see the relief on Kogami’s face. After that, their interactions become lighter and more honest. Team PSB and Team SAD no longer go separate ways.

I really like the camaraderie between Kogami and Frederika. I found them both very independent in their work, which led me to ask whether Frederika is his boss at all. I read somewhere that they both have the same rank of “special investigator” which also fits in well with the way they talk to each other. I remember Akane asking Kogami during their phone call what Yabuki thought of his past actions. I guess that makes Shogo Yabuki his boss and Frederika his senpai? There was one thing that annoyed me, though, and that was that Frederika did everything her boss Yabuki told her to do. She even kept it a secret from Kogami that they were using Saiga as bait. Why didn’t she say “no” for once?

Providence has a few highlights that I just can’t leave unmentioned. It isn’t the best film, but it’s also not as bad as many have made it out to be. The scene in which Gino grabs Kogami by the collar, calls him an asshole and pushes him roughly against the glass pane of the office was quite the cliché. It could have come straight from a fan fic. Kogami remains calm and I don’t find him arrogant. Sugo tries to intervene, but I had the impression that it’s primarily Akane’s staged indifference towards Kogami that keeps Gino from exploding with rage. Gino pulls himself together the moment he sees Akane entering the office. If there’s one thing I love about their dynamics, it’s how they always try to protect each other in the most subtle but effective way. Gino is like the big brother we all want to have. He is by Akane’s side after Saiga dies and he reminds Kogami of the duty to not let Akane become a latent criminal. I can’t say often enough how much I adore Ginoza and his loyalty to Akane.

But Gino does not only protect Akane, he also saves Frederika’s life twice. These two have a little scene in Providence that I find cute. Standing amidst the ruins of the building after the battle, Gino asks Frederika how she is. She says “not too bad” while stroking her hair almost sheepishly like a schoolgirl. Is it the first time that a colleague asks Frederika about her well-being? Is this how things are at the SAD? I never saw Kogami turn around to look at her, even though she always saves his stupid ass from getting kicked. And her boss Yabuki only ever entrusted her with the most dangerous missions (aka “dirty work in the name of justice”). It really sucks to be a strong woman sometimes. It sucks when performance is always expected without complaint. That’s why it’s all the more refreshing when a hot guy like Gino asks if you’re still alive, right Frederika?

Overall, it was very cool to see Frederika on the battlefield since she’s quite capable and knows how to handle weapons. I didn’t like her passive role in PP3, where she just sat in her neat little office and gave orders. PP is kind of understaffed in terms of female characters so it was good to see Frederika having a more active role this time. I hope that in the future they will give her a backstory. It’s more the personal things that make a character interesting for me. I mean, what was her relationship with Yabuki? She shed a tear after his death, or was this just an optical illusion?

There was nothing to complain about the quality of the animation in Providence. It was first class. The wedding was beautiful and I really liked the colours and fireworks of the Chinese New Year festival in the streets of Dejima. It made a nice contrast to the gloomy dark dystopian world of Sibyl. The Chinese New Year also brings me directly to the scene that, oddly enough, touched me the most: Akira’s death. Atsushi Shindou shoots him on the roof of the MoFA as the fireworks go off and with his last words Akira says, “Take care of Kei, I want him to have a different life than mine.” It was a beautiful but also very sad moment. There were many deaths in the film but the pace of the story was way too fast for me to mourn them properly. It’s a shame, especially since most of the time was spent on action scenes. I don’t know how many minutes I watched Sugo trying to shoot a satellite out of the sky with his drone.

Saiga’s death is tragic but it has great influence on Akane. In the end, his last words (“justice and truth are multifaceted”) encourage her to stand up for her convictions and turn against Sibyl in order to uphold the law. I noticed that Saiga is already very tired at the beginning of Providence, as if he no longer expects anything great from life and prefers to pass the baton to the younger generation. Perhaps that is also why he tries to persuade Kogami to bury the hatchet with Akane. “You should apologize to her. Take this advice from an old man like me.” It seems that he wanted to leave the world in peace, knowing that he has given his students all he could give. So from that point of view, his passing is dignified. His hands are even folded and placed on top of his chest after he dies. I couldn’t help but think that it is meant as a religious gesture: that he will be accepted by God if not by Sibyl.

Sibyl is as disgusting as ever and that’s all there is to say. Their hypocrisy is simply unbearable. And then no one has the courage to stand up for the preservation of the rule of law – least of all the Ministry of Justice. What a joke! We also learn that it’s totally fine for Sibyl to give absolution and sovereignty to a group of criminals (the Peacebreakers) as long as they come from their own criminal ranks. Well, one crow does not peck out another crow’s eye, right? I don’t know whether Atsushi Shindou could be trusted or not, although he has pulled some important strings in the background. The old man seemed weary just like Saiga, but he thought very highly of Akane and campaigned for her in front of Sibyl which made him likeable in my eyes. He was also a good mentor.

I must not forget to mention the true antagonists of the story, first and foremost Tonami the White. He is the leader of the Peacebreakers, a group of former soldiers and mercenaries of Sibyl who see themselves in the tradition of a cult. They worship a similar AI like Sibyl that also has wired brains in boxes and they see it as their God and commander. The cult did seem rather bizarre and fantastic sometimes, but I got the impression that this is exactly Ubukata’s style.

Tonami is a despicable man. He tells Akane that despite his old age, he can still take on a young girl like her, then he draws a gun and starts to shoot her. Congratulations, man! She’s unarmed, and pulling a trigger is really not much of a feat. Asshole! He was clearly afraid that Akane would be superior in a fistfight.

I remember a heated debate on social media about whether Kogami should have killed Tonami or not. Well, I would argue that he had no choice but to shoot this man if he wanted to make sure Akane got out of there alive (“Protect Tsunemori!”). Akane looks relieved when she sees Kogami. She smiles at him as if she knows that her life is safe from now on. But then she continues to provoke Tonami with her words. The man points a damn gun to her head and she has already been shot twice and lies bleeding on the floor in handcuffs. Should Kogami twiddle his thumbs and wait to see what happens? Well, he does. But only for a moment.

Kogami’s face is empty while Akane is being tortured. It’s devoid of emotion, not even anger shows on his face. I was like: huh? I first thought it was bad animation or some artificial intervention to evade romance and keep the Kouakas from losing their minds, but in retrospect, it occurred to me that perhaps… Kogami is simply listening to the conversation in front of him? Akane and Tonami are talking about the Sibyl System and it’s true nature. They are talking about AI vs. humanity. They are talking about integrating this other AI into Sibyl and the boxes with the brains are standing just a few meters away from them. Snippets and fragments, but Kogami isn’t stupid. It was him who found a decapitated professor Stronskaya on the ship. Her head was taken away by the Peacebreakers and we later learn that her brain was put into a box for their AI. Kogami has been wondering for a while what kind of influence Akane has on the system. And even Tonami (who calls her “a witch that disturbs the social order”) is kind of astounded at what Akane knows and what she is capable of.

Kogami agrees with Tonami and then shoots him in the head. I really don’t know which part he agrees with. I can only explain it by saying that, unlike Akane, Kogami has lost faith in humanity. Kogami knows what humans are capable of and that they are easily corrupted. But he believes in Akane, so there’s that. It’s only natural that he would save her at any cost.

I didn’t perceive Akane as angry though. She knows Kogami well enough and wanted him to come with her on the mission. Kogami “breaking the law again” certainly saddens and disappoints her, but I don’t think she necessarily wants to enforce him. Atsushi Shindou shot Akira in front of Akane and she didn’t arrest him. If she were now to arrest Kogami, she would have double standards. I remember director Shiotani saying in an interview that Kogami voluntarily let Akane arrest him. Well, that actually sounds quite logical to me because I honestly don’t see Akane taking the initiative. But Kogami acting like a repentant little puppy in front of Akane, the “goddess and bodhisattva” he expects to make the world a better place? Yes, I can very well imagine that – only that at this point she is just a bleeding human being in his arms.

Akane’s incident was… wow. I knew what she was up to beforehand, but I still found the whole thing quite mind-boggling. Where did Akane get the gun she shot chief Kasei with? Everyone was looking forward to her inauguration. Gino, Sugo, Shion and Yayoi… they were watching it on TV. What has my girl done?

I wouldn’t go so far as to blame Kogami. There is a trend right now to make him the scapegoat for everything that happens to Akane, but somehow that is not right and would completely undermine Akane’s independence. There is no guarantee that the arrest and prosecution of Tonami would have worked. Sibyl is not a reliable negotiating partner. I think Akane chose a more effective way by immediately involving the public and getting them to discuss the preservation of the law. At least, it worked. But why the letter to Kogami? It wasn’t a tit-for-tat response. I think Akane wanted to say goodbye. She didn’t know what would happen to her or whether they would see each other again. These two threw their lives away and stood up for their beliefs in justice. Was it brave or was it foolish? Who knows. But the closing of a circle was pretty well executed by the creators of the series in my opinion.

I still have no clue why Kogami was released from confinement. I can only speculate that MoFA has negotiated a deal. I also remember that his Psycho-Pass was encrypted in PP3 and no longer accessible via Sibyl’s dominator. There is a strong competition between the ministries and certainly no help can be expected from Sibyl. Mika had to literally beg chief Kasei to allow her to send out a rescue mission for Akane who was already classified as a traitor because she went to take on the Peacebreakers on her own. Why would they let Kogami go, the traitor who killed a criminal pardoned by Sibyl in order to rescue the traitor Akane? No. He was released at the behest of MoFA. It is therefore not surprising that Akane has arranged the transfer of Gino and Sugo to MoFA. Nothing bothers Sibyl more than loyal dogs and I’m certain that these two would have been thrown into the isolation facility the moment Akane lost her position as inspector.

Okay, I’ll stop rambling now. I’d like to end this post with a quote from the friend who went with me to the movies. We saw Psycho-Pass together five years ago and I was very curious to hear her opinion. We both agreed that Akane's performance in Providence is once again superb. She’s a queen. One of the best female characters of all time. What she said about Kogami may irritate some but I can only agree: “It wasn’t his most mature performance, but in the end he could be relied upon!”

Providence was fun. It was okay. It wasn’t Psycho-Pass at its best but at least, it answered the question that has been on my mind for almost four years: what did Akane do that landed her in prison?

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profeyandere · 4 months

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Walking through the bustling streets of Brooklyn was one of the activities that you most liked to do during your lonely, free afternoons after your long working day in the military suit factory in which you had forced yourself to work to maintain your small apartment and yourself during the war that the United States waged against the German empire that little more expanded. You enjoyed these wondrous walks like a little girl on her favorite candy, even if, in the process, you managed to get into the odd little dispute over passers-by who strolled by unaware that there were other city dwellers around them wanting to walk calmly along the sidewalk without having to go through the asphalt to overtake the long walls that formed the large groups of people, usually finding themselves completely absorbed in their respective conversations with their companions to make sure that there was someone else at their side or in front of them to them and that they had accidentally hit or stepped on because of that stupid oversight, causing everyone to push each other and get irritated until someone, usually you when you left your house in order to calm your nerves when you finally felt that you had had enough stress for the day; you looked like you were the only person to raise your voice for them to be more careful. You loved the American city, you really did, but sometimes people could get to exasperate you because of the rush you had to get to their respective jobs or meet that important dates that they had remembered at the last minute and to which they did not could be missing, for which you thanked God more than five times a week for having that faithful group of friends by your side that made the walks you used to take through the crowded and lively city more enjoyable, forgetting about the general hustle and bustle stress it caused you.

You were all known in some of the neighborhoods of Brooklyn, even in the wealthier ones, for being one of the most diverse and tolerant groups in the area, as well as being quite close by ties that surrounded you due to the time you had spent together to the others belonging to your side and being the people with whom you had spent the most time after accepting others in your group, regardless of what strange things one had, of course, this first caused many people who saw you and did not know you well enough to wonder if a romantic couple had arisen between you or if you were merely single looking for love with the help of others. This first option was the most common thought that was around at the time, so almost the entire population of the neighborhood that you attended the most imagined that one of you was about to announce his commitment to another or would start courting one of you.

The suppositions were quite normal, in addition to all the strange gossip and rumors that the oldest women in the city started, since seeing three women and three men together was not very usual to see if among them there was no already established couple or a couple about to unite, so the people who knew you couldn't help but laugh every time they heard that nonsense; you were like brothers, but you had even taken advantage of those ideas to get something free at some fair that they did during the hot summers when one of you used your "girly charm" with several of the carnies and some of the boys distracted some girl to be able to get a discount on what she sold.

The truth was that there was only one couple in the group and it was not expected by almost anyone. Who knew that two of the boys would end up in love with each other?

Unfortunately for both of them, because of the time you were in and the unintelligent thought that the rest of the world had regarding people who loved people of the same gender, almost no one saw that type of relationship as "good sickly". It was a thought that was too retarded, behind the times, but one that had to be endured so as not to be stoned through the streets of the city by those who had such little tolerant ideas; nobody absorbed the masculinity or femininity of others when meeting a homosexual couple, but the fear and little understanding of people caused those uncomfortable situations to occur often so the only ones who knew that little and adorable secret were the ones belonging to the group. Not even the relatives of the respective boys were privy to that little secret, mainly because the matter was far more serious than anyone could have expected, and the matter required special discretion. What did it matter who you found yourself in a relationship with as long as they were a good human being? Yes, advanced thinking for this very backward society, but people were too nosy, and they preferred to know who was sleeping with whom before learning about the events that were surrounding the country with the whole war thing, which was the topic of the moment.

You couldn't help but wince at remembering that over and over again.

Clearly, the war had affected all of you in one way or another, even those of you who had not gone directly to it to protect your country or your neighbors in Europe. The men who passed a medical test, and who were brave enough to sacrifice themselves for the nation, wanted to go into the military, and a few others stayed behind to help out however they could in America or goof off like a certain duo you'd known since their teens; remembering how people were dying, even if you weren't able to see it, made you sick, but having others make fun of or use their "privileged" position to belittle the work that the country's troops were doing to protect civilians it pissed you off even more.

And that was the case of the neighborhood fool duo.

Luke and Luis, the quintessential Brooklyn twins, had been worse than the toothache you'd had growing up having to put up with their constant pranks, either on you or your group, which eventually ended in strong arguments as soon as they messed directly with one of your friends, whether or not he belonged to that select group to which you belonged; fights never ended well for either twin if your entire group was complete and present and could lash out at them, often causing them to run from the place where they were and not appear again until for a whole week to pass.

Stupid, that was the adjective you would always use to describe them.

"Do you really think it will be okay?" You heard a man ask the woman he was accompanying, who was pulling his arm strongly, so they would walk faster to get away from whatever it was they were trying to avoid as if they were somehow in a hurry to get somewhere or they were trying to run away from something that was terrifying.

"It's not our problem. Who knows who that idiot they're hitting is?" The lady responded hastily, while she frowned slightly and kept her head down as if she felt ashamed for avoiding that situation the couple was talking about.

You tried not to give much importance to the matter, after all, you never wanted to interfere in other people's issues, although the expression on the lady's face surprised you a bit, but you continued on your way to the park without paying too much attention to what later they commented among themselves.

"Come on, little guy, it's nothing, it's nothing," you heard a familiar voice speak, which came from a small alley that was between the bookstore and the local cinema that was just a couple of meters from you.

The next thing you heard was something similar to a fall, or how something seemed to hit hard against the garbage cans that were between the two public places, causing you a feeling of anguish due to the loud noise you had heard; You assumed then that something must have collided with the cubes, not fallen clumsily as you had imagined at first.

"If he can't take even one round, how do you plan to join the army, little man?" Another person said with a sarcastic voice, very similar to the previous one you had heard. You stopped your steps suddenly, making you feel a push from the person who was walking behind you, quickly apologizing to whoever it was that had collided with you and approaching the place from which the voices came without looking at the girls who almost knocked you to the ground for your sudden stop, listening to some whispers that came from one of them because of what you had done, making sure that their words were very similar to insults that you simply ignored.

"This girl will be stupid. Let's look where she's going next time," one of the girls murmured, making the other give her a gentle nudge so she wouldn't say another word at your sudden gaze on them; Let's just say that you were never too subtle when it came to turning to observe or face someone because of her disrespect.

You started to move quickly, trying not to make any noise as you approached the alleyway where those two idiot rednecks must have been, arriving after only a few seconds at the corner of one of the stores so you could lean out and try see something of what was happening at the bottom of the clear passage that was full of garbage cans and emergency stairs, preventing you from seeing anything more than those two items mentioned in addition to several wooden and cardboard boxes, but there was something that called you attention and it was those two orange heads.

They were the twins.

"Give up once and for all. They're not going to come to save you, pipsqueak," Luis said, letting out a small laugh between his teeth that you managed to hear. A feeling of disgust hit you hard just imagining his sly smile. You frowned slightly and slowly approached them through the different containers that were along the alley to be able to reach the height of those two gorillas without being seen, squatting down to be able to see a thin man between the brothers' legs, face down on the pavement, whose clothes were a mess from the blows he had received from those two attempts at manhood.

It was seeing how one of them raised his leg to give it a strong kick, which finally made you act, without thinking twice about the consequences that facing them could bring you.

"But look who we have here, Luis and Luke Smith," you spoke, coming out of your hiding place and putting your hands in the pockets of your pants in an attempt to show a confident air while your accented voice resounded on the walls of the alley, causing the look of men fell on you, and the kick would never come to pass. "Luis, Luke, don't tell me you've already replaced us."

"Nothing like that, sweetheart," commented the one with the freckle on his right cheek, Luke.

Oh, sure. So similar were those two that a simple freckle was what differentiated them.

"And, as always, one of the six clowns comes to ruin our party," his twin muttered under his breath, while your gaze went to the man who got up from the ground with slight tremors.

"And it seems that you still have that bad sense of humor. Leave before the rest come," you warned, forming a slight smile, causing the cheeks of your lips to rise a bit confidently.

The boy, who was slowly getting up with slight hesitation and difficulty, turned his anguished gaze towards you, allowing you to make out his slightly ash blonde hair, disheveled and dirty from the fight, and his blue eyes, as bright as two stars that seemed to brighten more to distinguish that you had gone to his rescue. Unfortunately, these two troglodytes from the Mesozoic Era had caused him several bruises that would spread to his left eye, in addition to his lip and nose bleeding slightly due to a wound caused in the first and a slight twist in the second.

"Try it, little man," both twins incited, making it impossible to distinguish the voice due to the great rapport they shared.

That nickname made your blood boil. You had never looked like one of those little ladies that society defined, nor did you try to appear so. You did not have a light-colored dress that made you look like a doll, nor heels that would kill your feet and make you look taller, much less did you have your hair arranged and styled in a certain way like the other women in the city and, not at all, you were made up. You were simple. You only wore pants that were a bit too big for you, as it was rare to find a clothing store that carried women's pants; your shoes weren't even heels, they were just very similar to those of men since they were hardly any women's; You cut your hair normally so as not to have it long like the others and you hated make-up for being a nuisance and a waste of time because then it easily ran off due to the heat that you used to experience in the factory where you worked.

"Is that the best you can think of, dear?" you asked raising one of your eyebrows.

Both twins laughed, which was short-lived.

Your left hand was slowly taken out of the pocket, holding a small bottle of pepper tightly, the contents of which were thrown in small droplets towards Luis when you pressed the small button that it had at the top, quickly starting to yell non-stop insults towards him while rubbing his eyes with the palms of his hands forcefully as if that would help him. Actually, that only made his situation worse.

"Take your brother, or you're next, Smith," you warned, looking seriously at his twin, who doubted for a moment that you were going to do what your words dictated. "Don't tempt me, you know me."

They both did as you ordered without question, leaving the blond man alone. Your gaze went to the aforementioned, who was already standing leaning against one of the walls.

"Y- You're not going to use tha- that against me, right?" He questioned, letting himself slide gently down the wall until he sat on the floor, completely exhausted and feeling too weak to stand on his feet.

You shook your head slightly and, while you kept that pepper spray in its proper place, you approached the little man you had just helped; When you said small, you meant it literally, he was even a couple of centimeters shorter than you.

"I only use it in emergencies, don't be alarmed" you answered, trying to calm him down, because his breathing was faster than normal. It was too shallow.

You sat next to him, crossing your legs, making you maintain an Indian position, placing your palms on your knees and leaning slightly forward to see his face as you saw how his gaze was down and his hair prevented you from seeing anything of him.

"You should have fled or at least asked for help."

You placed one of your hands on his back, noticing that extreme thinness that was almost worrying when you felt the vertebrae of his back through the coat he had, gently caressing him to try to calm those inhalations and exhalations, which you achieved after a few minutes.

"Come on, here," you murmured, looking in the opposite pocket to the one that had the spray and pulling out a completely clean handkerchief. "Clean yourself up a bit, and I'll take you home."

His head began to turn slowly until your eyes connected, causing you to smile openly at him, while he barely lifted his cheeks from his lips, taking the handkerchief and slowly and carefully wiping the blood, which was coming out less and less, from his face lower lip and nose, while you continued caressing the dorsal area of his body.

"I- I'm sorry you ha- had to intervene," he apologized, holding the handkerchief to his nose, causing a funny voice to come out of his lips, causing a short laugh to come out of you. "W- What's up? W- What's so funny?"

"Honey, you have a magnificent voice but, having the handkerchief pressed against your nose, it sounds very funny, as if you were a clown," you commented with a somewhat high-pitched voice due to the laughter that was coming out of you and which seemed to have no end.

"Y- You a- also have a nice voice," he whispered softly as he diverted his blue eyes to his legs because of the nerves that were beginning to run through him. "I- I mean, despite looking like a man in those clothes, you h-has a nice voice," as soon as he considered his words for a second, he seemed to panic, causing several babbles to come out of him. "I- I'm not saying that you look like a man, w- which is absurd since you are a beautiful woman, ma'am, miss…"

You withdrew your hand from him as you tried to calm down your laughter, which was becoming increasingly difficult for you.

"Calm down boy, it's okay, I know what you mean," you interrupted, getting up quickly with just a couple of agile movements, causing him to look at you a little surprised. "Many confuse me for a man because of the looks I wear, but it's not something that bothers me at all, except when it comes to the Smiths."

Those words seemed to relieve him, as all signs of anxiety disappeared in an instant.

"My name is (Y/N)," you said, extending your hand towards him with the intention that he would take it.

"Steve Rogers," he answered, accepting the grip, without expecting you to pull him to stand up and causing your bodies to collide slightly, remaining a few centimeters from each other.

Who would have thought that one summer day, thanks to those two troglodytes, you would be able to find the love of your life?

#steve rogers #steve #rogers #pre serum steve #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x oc #reader #you #oc #chris evans #steve rogers imagines #chris evans imagines #captain america

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Every European power viewed both Roma and Jews as exotic Asian foreigners who don't belong in Europe. Both groups faced a shared history of pogroms and expulsion. Both groups were blamed as scapegoats for the European plagues.

Yup. It's interesting too because other than that, Romani people and Jewish people are different in every way possible. Totally different language, different culture, different religion (Romani people are either Christian or Muslim, with only a very few being something else). And the oppression we face(d) have a different face too, it was true then and it is still true now. While Jewish people were discriminated in Romania, they were not enslaved in chattel slavery for 500 years there, as Romani people were. While Romani people were discriminated in Spain during the Inquisition, it is not comparable to the wave of killings and ethnic cleansings Spanish Jews faced. So we did experience oppression next to each other, but not *with* each other, turning us into witnesses of the other's oppression more than a fellow victim. If you get what I mean. Ari Joskowicz demonstrated this brilliantly in Rain of Ash.

The way antisemitism is conceptualized is also very, very different from the way anti-Romani racism is, although both evolved from a form of religious hatred (Romani people were/still are believed to be Pagans and non-Christian) to a form of scientific racism in the 1800s. Antisemitism is characterized by a sort of double-think; for antisemites, Jewish people are wealthy and controlling the world, but also a very poor people making up a plague of petty criminals. There is no such sort of double-think for Romani people. For people who are racist against Sinti and Roma, we are not just a part of a very poor people of filthy, petty criminals; we embody poverty and criminality itself. This is why Europeans will say "Gypsy" as a synonym for either "poor", "cheap" or "thief". This is why French and German Romantic writers turned "Bohemians" into an embodying figure of poverty. By doing so, they are also building on another common theme of anti-Romani racism: the representation of nameless, but very large masses of foreign invaders, which have been part of the anti-Romani racist register ever since Europeans saw poor, Brown travellers entering the continent centuries ago. So in Europe, poor masses and marginals will be thought of as a ramification of the Romani people; the poor and criminal will be identified with Romani people, because Romani people represent poverty and criminality. So if you read Third Reich orders about Romani people, you'll find the formula "Gypsies, half-Gypsies, and people who behave like Gypsies". Ironically, the man who pioneered anti-Romani hatred as scientific racism, who allegedly demonstrated the Romani race was a race of criminals, prostitutes and poor people, Cesare Lombroso, was Jewish.

So there's that. And as a result of those conceptual differencies, State persecution of Romani and Jewish people were carried out differently. In 1930s-40s Europe, antisemitism was a State matter, heads of state, governments and the entire political class felt so threatened by Jewish people that they all felt the need to chime in and organize big meetings around it. In comparison, Romani people were (unless it came to border control or marching on the USSR) usually thought of as a public health matter, as the matter of interior control and order, and so those big politicians delegated the handling of Romani people to smaller scale actors, local groups, local police, etc. Because anti-Romani persecution was less organized, it gave those local actors a larger leeway to do what they wanted, for better or for worse. That is why the architects of the Romani genocide weren't Hitler or Eichmann, but Himmler. And because State persecution of Romani people was more often relegated to local affairs, it is harder to track it down, more disorganized and chaotic.

People have used this fact to argue the Romani genocide didn't happen. Because direct State orders related to Romani people specifically (ie, forced sterilization, deportation and extermination on the Eastern front) were less numerous than Jewish people. It's because they are not taking in the different history of antisemitism and anti-Romani racism, and because they think just because the two groups were persecuted by the Nazis, that persecution must be 100% identical. That is simply not the case. The Romani genocide only started to be recognized as such by academics in the 80s, because historians like Karola Fings, Frank Sparing and Herbert Heuss looked into local history.

So it is interesting that although Romani and Jewish people have been used as a racial scapegoat for centuries by Europeans, anti-Romani racism and antisemitism differ so greatly in how it was/is carried out, and how it was/is thought of

#asks #anon #porrajmos #porajmos #samudaripen #holocaust #shoah

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#unhallowedarts - "But a Mermaid has no Tears" - On Andersen's Byronic Melancholies

Harry Clarke "The Little Mermaid" (1916)

“Never had she danced so beautifully; the sharp knives cut her feet, but she did not feel it, for the pain in her heart was far greater.” (Hans Christian Andersen)

There is probably a moment, when every young one with a Romantic streak felt kinship with Lord Byron. As soon as “The Corsair” or “Manfred” is opened. “Oblivion—self-oblivion! Can ye not wring from out the hidden realms Ye offer so profusely—what I ask? - It is not in our essence, in our skill; But—thou may'st die.“ We all had the measles and we had Byron. Ever since his lordship laid down his life for liberty and drama in Missolonghi, Hiera Polis, back in 1824. But Andersen? Hans Christian Andersen, teller of enchanting fairy tales, beloved by old and young across the globe? “Read Byron's biography, oh! he was just like me, even down to his little tattling;“, Andersen wrote himself, “my soul is ambitious like his, it can only feel happy when admired by all“ – he was 20 by then and obviously had a case of “Byron” more severe than the measles.

Harry Clarke "The Elf Hill" (1916)

And as difficult as it may be to align the heart-broken, melancholic, Byron-reading young Dane with Hans Christian Andersen in the guise of Danny Kaye singing the theme song of Charles Vidor’s movie from 1952 and the image of bedtime stories for the little ones – his tales are, by and large, positively dark. And while Byron had the means, the mind and the mettle to act out many of his imaginations and become his own Rock star myth, Andersen’s demons remained firmly fastened to his imagination and wishful thinking and came to light only clothed in quite harmless mannerisms and in the guise of his tales, dressed up in fairytale-like garb, more often than not. Up to the point that Andersen never engaged in physical relationships with other human beings, neither men nor women, even though there were love letters written to male friends and rejected marriage proposals, courtships and mentally intimate friendships with the female of the species, most notably the back then immensely famous Swedish opera singer Jenny Lind. She saw the eccentric poet as something of a brother, inspired him to write at least three of his fairy tales and thereby become the author of her household name “The Swedish Nightingale” and maybe she even became the role model of the Snow Queen who plays cruel games with poor Kay’s impaled heart.

Harry Clarke "The Snow Queen" (1916)

But then, the idea of fairy tales being stories for children, is relatively new. Back in the day, when those Europeans downtrodden by the major players of the Age of Empires felt the need the need to preserve their identity in heroic epics and old folk tales, those narratives were a highly political affair. And even before the Brothers Grimm began their epic quest of collecting and writing down folktales in the German states, exemplary for others who gathered the archetypical variants told from Dingle Bay to the Ural and beyond, Romantics began to write their own fairy tales.

Harry Clarke "The Butterfly" (1916)

There are classical antecedents, Aesop and Apuleius, to name but two and Charles Perrault, who introduced folk tales into the official literary canon already in the 1600s, but the tradition of composing Kunstmärchen, literary fairy tales, began in earnest with the dawn of the Romantic Age in Germany. Tieck, Novalis, Chamisso, de la Motte Fouquè and, most prominently, E.T.A. Hoffmann formed a trend, followed up by other romantically moved minds such as Charles Nodier. During the repressive atmosphere and censorship of European Restauration’s Congress System after the wars ended in 1815, literary fairy tales often were writers’ vanishing point as well, instinctively and romantically, Wilhelm Hauff’s and Hans Christian Andersen’s, who came up with some rather ambiguous “once upon a time”-stories under the influence of Shakespeare, Walter Scott and Lord Byron. Who, promethically instigated to rebellion and lead by example anyway.

Harry Clarke "The Nightingale" (1916)

There is more to Hans Christian Andersen than literary fairy tales. He wanted to become a dancer at first, then an actor, struggling with his humble origins as son of a cobbler and an alcoholic washerwoman from Odense, an ugly duckling indeed, with barely an education to speak of, who had dreams of becoming a swan one day. He thirsted for baking in the limelight and he did, finally, after discovering his knack for storytelling in his late teens. Initially, he was at least as successful with novels, poems and travelogues as he was with his fairy tales and he found his patrons, his niche as something of a curiosity among the better classes of Denmark and his fame as an author already during his life and times. But his fairy tales stand out. As literary treatments and dreamwork, processing his many fears and imagined shortcomings as well as his wishful thinking into artificial archetypes firmly enshrined in Western thinking, from the lesson taught by the cheeky nipper in “The Emperor’s New Cloths”, the grimly poetic fate of the “Little Mermaid” and the sheer beauty of “Thumbelina” appealing to everyone’s inner child, young and old. “His own image; no longer a dark, grey bird, ugly and disagreeable to look at, but a graceful and beautiful swan. To be born in a duck's nest, in a farmyard, is of no consequence to a bird, if it is hatched from a swan's egg” and even if Andersen himself made himself believe that he was something of an illegitimate grandson of a Danish king along with other bloomers from the neurotic's family romance, he became a swan indeed, graceful and beautiful, whose song is sung in more than 125 languages across the globe.

Harry Clarke "The Hindu Maid" (1916)

Harry Clarke's full set of illustrations for Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tales from the 1916 edition, including the downright psychedelic colour plates can be wondered and marvelled at here:

#unhallowedarts #dark literature #dark art #dark aesthetic #dark academia #gothic aesthetic #gothic art #fairytale #fairytale aesthetic #dark fairytale

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headingalaxys-spicy · 10 months

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* Breaking your window and come out of nowhere *

WOPPA!! HELLO LOVELY

I GOT YOU REQUEST or most likely a Brabble{i think that what it call} , lately i been watching Hetalia and ofc My head be like "what if i make M/N that is country and they BADASS " Reader is A country that's have separate as peace ngl like russia They From Another planet and Universe OFC CUZ EARTH FULL OF COUNTRY AND YEAH WHY NO MAKING ANOTHER PLANET FOR READER RIGHT and sheesh ngl they hot 😔 they're planet is not to far from the sun But Colder than Russia about -373 degrees like Neptune that's like BRUTALLY COLD WHETHER but of course like the planet Kepler-452b not too hot not too cold it's like planet Kepler-452 b and planet OGLE-2005-BLG-390L b combine together , aside from Being human species like animals just combine Human and animals then we got a half-furry XD, M/n Is a half dear , is Pretty and Have the best taste on Outfit, kind ,loveable,Calm and Wise but there history is Brutally Scary , the can change into maniac killer who show no mercy control by the voice of god , like russia { geez how many i say russia } russia say "Become one with me" {okay that's line i saw on YouTube i don't know how he gonna say it} but for M/n is " You know you're one of us, There's no escaping us, There's no one you can trust ,So leave them all for dust " That mean you, him and The Voice btw that's olso line from Yt form Voices - Derivakat { btw reader is really powerful than Russia } { i actually will Make this a story from now on hehehe when I'm done i will give it to you first}

SHORT WAY HIRE :

So how Would Yandere America and Russia and Germany look at this M/n Wise and calm but olso a Maniac killer who show no mercy control by the voice of god Would it be Deadly sights of drama or maybe another way around a romantic way hahaha This will be fun Dear💕

I won’t lie I did get VERY confused by the content of your ask it’s really daunting; it was a lot so I had to simplify it so it could at least be answered. I hope you like it and again I’m really sorry that I don’t hit the mark. It’s definitely one of the more difficult asks I’ve ever tried to tackle.

America, Germany, and Russia with a powerful manic alien killer.

(Yandere Male x Nation because, yes, I acknowledge there isn’t enough of that on here.)

Alright warnings mentions of death and blood so this post is not for everyone. Read at your own risk!

Introduction

The reports were disturbing about the extraterrestrial destruction that happened whenever the sun disappeared in the forests of the midwestern United States, the densely wooded area of the German Bavarian forests, or the wild Russian Taiga forests. It was a hellish sight of mangled bodies of animals, trees that had been pulled out from their roots, and even their own citizens who’d been caught up in the rampage of these incidents.

However, because their bosses are assholes, they did request that they investigate with their specialized teams to see and try to confront the chaotic being that was wreaking havoc on their beloved forests and people

🇺🇸⭐️ America⭐️🇺🇸

Standing at the edge of the dense forest with sturdy stick-like trees that dared to try and scrape, the sky loomed over Alfred and his team ominously. Normally he wouldn’t hesitate, but his heart dropped into his stomach. It was the feeling of his ‘heroism’ and ‘bravery’ dropping to 0. But, that’s what heroes did: Do the scary thing even when they themselves didn’t want to be brave but had to. He sucked in a large breath filled with hope and tension he could feel from some of his FBI agents.

“Alright, fan out. Keep your radios on and request backup if you guys find any unusual clues or find the damned thing that’s been causing all of this. Return back here at 21:00 hours and leave cameras behind just so we can actually get some footage to study.”

“Understood.” Five groups of 10 people each head out into different forest directions. America heads in and goes to the Northernmost part of the forest. It was 17:00 in the middle of summer with plenty of sunlight to spare. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up the moment his military boot crunched down on some of the faded grass of the Chequamegon-Nicolet forest. He bit down on his lip harshly but continued anyway and incisively had his left hand on his pistol. Eyes roamed the forest and he and his agents surveyed the damage that became increasingly more severe the deeper they went in. The large inhuman and not that of any animal that was native to the Wisconsin wilderness. Some agents began to take photos and take samples to be studied in the labs, and others' mouths were agape at the wreckage.

“How in hell can there even be claw marks this big?” He overheard one of his agents say to another.

Just as Alfred was about to reach a nearby river, he was halted in his tracks when he had a sudden oncoming migraine that grated at his nerves. It brought him to his knees. He could hear voices in his head chanting:

“You can escape us. You can’t escape us. You can’t escape us.” It felt as though his ears were being scraped from the inside of his brain.

Just from the other side of the river, hidden beneath the shade of the trees, was the manic alien killer with the ears of a black bear emitting his signal to the humans through his telekinetic ears. With his wide black voids for eyes and smile as wide as the Cheshire cats, he was certainly not something of earth.

‘This is getting fun. There are some cute humans, especially the one with hair from the sand next to the sea. He should definitely come to me. Oh, sweet human, come to me.~’ An inhuman giggle that sounded like the gurgling of water seeps out from his wide mouth. It could be heard from at least a mile away. This caused some more of the animals to scurry away, alerting some of the teams, including Alfred’s of its position.

“Sir, up ahead just across the river ….” One of his agents placed his hand on his shoulder.

“Yeah, I know I heard but I have this major headache and it’s killer.”

That was the being's trigger words that made it go wild. It loved the thrill. It loved the word. It simply made it want to rampage at the sound of the uttered word, and so it did. With great force, it leaped far above the northern pin oaks to get a physical visual of his prize.

“THERE YOU ARE~” It’s voice was loud and shook the knees of even the strongest trees.

Sounds of surprised panic reached the male aliens' ears. It was like music that soothed its soul.

“Come here cute one~” It reached out with a long spider-like arm that looked as if it was made out of thin stardust and could break easily. But that was far from the truth. One of Alfred’s Agents moved him out of the way just in time before he could be caught. This made him angry.

“Keep away, FLESHY SLIME.” It barked out in that gaggled, inhuman voice. It created sharp ice from the lake below to begin killing off his agents one by one in a painful manor. The shrieks filled its cute bear ears with joy. As Alfred’s blue eyes could only watch in horror as one by one he saw and heard bodies collapse to the grassy ground. Screams filled the air until it was dead silent. His migraine grew worse and he was incapacitated all he could do was cover his ears and be rolled into a ball. Hoping that all of this was some sick nightmare he’d soon wake up from.

To his horror, it was all read because he came face to face with the terrifying being with it’s wide vanta black eyes.

“Hello dear~” it cooed. Before it gently placed it’s lips on his and with that his vision faded and Alfred was never to be seen again.

🍺🇩🇪Germany🇩🇪🍺

Marching through the compacted parts of the first filled to the brim with spruce, beech, and fir trees, Ludwig became increasingly concerned and irritated. There had been odd half-human and half-animal tracks that sparsely littered throughout the forest floor. It was challenging to try and pinpoint what exactly he was looking for since there were no reference photos of the damned thing. Ludwig gritted his teeth as he came close to one of the long marks that seemed to have cut an entire tree in half. With that, there was a plethora of dead deer, wolves, owls, and other animal bodies among the wreckage.

“Sheiße!” Was all he could think to shout. He began to examine the dreadful scene. He ran his hand through his hair frustratingly. Messing up his once neat hairstyle to look frizzy. Not that it mattered.

Y/N, the male alien, was having a jolly good time having the annoyed German try to hunt him down. It was all going according to plan. His wolf tail wagged in the soft breeze of the late summer day. He was obviously having fun with the new set of prey that decided to investigate the ravaged forest.

“Time to up the ante.” With a giggle that sounds like that of a joyful child at Christmas getting all the presents that they desired.

All the hairs on Ludwig's body stood at attention.

“There’s no way in hell that a child should be anywhere near this forest. It’s been blocked off to the public for now until all of this chaos is over.”

Another thunderous laugh ravaged the forest once more. This time the laugh sounded way more sinister and filled with malice. Ludgwigs heart sank, but his body began to kick into high gear. It was time for fight mode. It was time to end this.

“Funny. He thinks he can defeat the like of me. Silly human. Or somewhat. Cute but not as smart as me.” He used his phone that he rigged to send out a signal to draw the poor German in.

Ludwig’s phone had buzzed to life.

“KACKE!” (Shit!)

Once he calmed down a little bit he fished the buzzing phone from his pocket. It was from one of his men in the Bundesnachrichtendienst. While already on the edge his nerves wouldn’t be able to sustain this wild goose chase for long. This normal solid as a rock German became like a slightly hardened jello form. Once he realized it was just his phone, his hands still continued to tremble. When he concentrated his nerves to read the incoming message it read:

COME QUICK! WE’VE FOUND SOMETHING THAT YOU NEED TO SEE! WERE NEAR THE NORTHWESTERN BORDER WITH THE CZECH REPUBLIC.

Taking in a few short breaths to calm down. He simply texts back a quick “Okay. On my way. I’m about 15 minutes off.

When he started to make his way toward his other men, he was really headed toward his impending doom. He began to get hit hard with a ringing in his ears. He continues on anyway, even though the ringing started low and started to crescendo. When he began to reach the clearing close to the border. “There’s no escaping me. There’s no escaping me.” Began the chants that he heard in his head.

“Was zur Hölle? Verpiss dich!” (What the hell? FUCK OFF!) As he began to become entangled within the vicious extraterrestrial entity. Fight mode began to kick in once again.

“My time to shine~” Y/N descends downwards into the clearing. Coming face to face with Ludwig. He jumps backward at the sight of the alien creature with black voids for eyes and a half-human and half-wolf body.

“Come with me cute Ludwiggy~”

“Du spinnst!” (You’re nuts) This shit can’t be real.

“Oh it is sweet, strong Ludwig~” Y/N coos at the disturbed German.

Ludwig was quick to aim his gun at the creature that had caused so much destruction and killed many of his people.

Ludwig's eyes had fizzled out with television static. He couldn’t see a thing but he felt the creature have its lips engulf his. It was the last thing he was aware of before he completely blacked out.

Ludwig couldn’t stop this crazy thing, there was that no doubt.

🇷🇺 🪆Russia🪆🇷🇺

He’d been wandering through the snow for hours. It was not its usual pristine white, some of it was splattered with different shades of scarlet. Tainting the purity of his precious landscape. Bodies of people, animals, and sunflower beds that were set to bloom for spring had all been defiled in the most awful way, and someone was going to have to pay for these sins. He marched onward with a few of his own agents pacing 10 paces behind him picking up evidence to research later.

Ivan had wandered to an area that had half-human half-polar bear tracks where one foot was that of a polar bear and the others strode with a bare human foot.

‘This has to be some elaborate prank that someone created. None of this even makes the remotest amount of sense.’ He thought to himself. He gripped his trusted rusted pipe a little tighter.

‘OOOOOOh Ivan dear does it have to be?’ A voice appears to begin talking to him within the tight confines of his mind.

Iavn’s scowl deepens. He’s annoyed greatly at the idea of having someone be in his mind. No that can’t really happen. He’s just tired of looking at the blinding white snow and the bodies, blood, and decorated flower beds that now decorated it like a Fyodor Dostoevsky novel actualized in reality.

Shaking his head he denies what he heard and continues onward. He just wanted to be back in his warm cabin to knit. He hated this mission to search for the source of the destruction that’s what he had special operatives and government officials for.

‘OOOOOh poor Ivan not having fun looking at my masterpieces?’

Ivan simply continues on with his agitated march. Continuing to look for reasons as to why there is a mismatch in these tracks.

‘You really want to find me how cute. Soon enough, cutie.’ Ivan doesn’t react to that last comment. He stopped in his track when in the distance, he saw something with an inhuman body that was fused with that of a polar bear, the body of a tall human with eyes that were large pools of black. Starring right at him. Unnerved but not undeterred from being able to finally reach the end of his mission.

“Nows a good time to come out and you may not die.” He readies himself to charge at the being that was lurking behind the trees.

‘That’s cute, but, I’ve already poisoned your mind.’

Ivan rolls his eyes at the dreaded thought and decides to charge for the demented thing anyways. Milliseconds before he tried to make a blow at Y/N he missed and slipped on some of the snow that had melted. When he fell all he could see were the mangled faces of some of the men that were behind him.

‘No, no! I’m hallucinating it can’t be.’ As Ivan tried to reorient himself and wriggle himself free mentally from the aliens' grasp, it was all hopeless. As he rolled over to look back from where he came all he could see were the bodies of his agents who all entered the deeper part of the forest with him. All twisted and contorted in inhuman shapes.

As he tried to stand and reorient himself, he has hit hard in the back of his head. His face was driven back into the snow. As his head throbbed in pain all he could hear in his head was chanting of:

‘Become one with me. Become one with me! Become one with me! You know you’re one of us! One of us! One of us! One of us!’

These were the last things that Ivan remembers before he blacked out and was taken to another dimension.

#hetalia #hws #hetalia fandom #headingalaxys writes stuff #hws america #hws germany #hws russia #headingalaxys spicy #hetalia imagines #dark hetalia x reader

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Glitch x Hide

Eyes × Jack

Something with Ruben or any of your ocs

Yipee headcanon lightning round!!

Glitch x Hide

Got together shortly after Hide and Jack broke up. It was really messy and it left Hide wheezing and crying and Jack relatively apathetic, maybe a bit sad but ehhh..

The incident also made Seek moderately dislike Jack because Hide was like “We can’t continue like this!” and Jack was like “Okay, we’re done then.”

Jack didn’t realize the relationship between them was super serious. OOPS.

Hide cried.

Yea Jack was number one public enemy that day.

Glitch also had a super, duper uber crush on Hide and even admitted this to A-60, who chatted about it with with Rush, who giggled about it with Ambush and both were promptly overhead by Seek.

Seek, being the opportunist and wanting its sibling to be happy…Seek slooooooooowly pushed Glitch to interact with Hide more.

Seeks subtle manipulation worked, and they grew closer and eventually after a few dates they got together.

The two are super tender with each other, though they mostly show affection through words and gifts.

The two like fancy stuff, and Hide likes to share wine with Glitch.

Hide helps Glitch when the sign language isn’t working for it and it gets incredibly frustrated.

Glitch helps Hide when it has anxiety attacks and soothes it when it cries. Since Glitch is taller then Hide it’ll just pick it up and walk away with it.

If they were human they’d cosplay and go to cons together.

Hide is surprisingly dominant in the relationship despite how shy and anxious it is.

Glitch is basically the best damn hotel cook forget what I said about them in the past.

Hide likes to put glitch on a leash

Eyes x Jack

Hooooh boy Seek and Hide were not happy when when these two got together.

Break up with one sibling and then DATE THE OTHER????? Seek audibly growls hisses and screeches foaming at the mouth.

In a gossipy cliquey hotel this can be a very big Nono.

Don’t fuck with Seek’s twin. It will ruin you.

Eyes and Jack are pretty non-serious/chill with their relationship. So they managed to retain their friends.

Eyes is sassy and Jack gets on its nerves in the right way.

Kiss kiss kiss kiss

Little German/French boy doesn’t know what it’s getting into dating the the erratic and often nervous eyes.

Eyes likes screeching.

Because Eyes often doesn’t have a humanoid form, Jack too, can just pick Eyes up and walk away with it.

Jack can be surprisingly sentimental at times, and Eyes loves that about Jack.

Rueben x Shadow

HEEHEE OLD MAN LOVE

Rueben was in his early forties when he stopped aging and Shadow in its late twenties early thirties.

Shadow has been dead for decades before Rue came to the hotel and they are both consenting adults don’t @ me.

Either way, these two aren’t as gooey as the other couples in the hotel.

Not a lot of PDA

Rue’s greyromantic he’s not big on romance...

Not until later :)

The two read books together, and snuggle a lot in private though.

Took awhile for Shadow and Rue to kind of get together, and it was more like they melted into eachother after a whole “Will they, won’t they, Are they? ARENT THEY!??!”

It was hard to tell if they were together romantically or not.

Rueben kind of just wanted Shadow to confess and was a bit annoyed when it kind of danced around it- it’s hard to get the words out of my brain.

Screech once saw them kissing and was traumatized

Rue is also mildly autistic so he expresses affectionate a bit differently.

Figure isn’t really upset that Shadow and Rue are together, it’s actually happy that its parent found someone.

#roblox doors #doors roblox #main au #author.txt #entity lore

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myimaginarywonderland · 1 year

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I am not a football fan but I am queer.

As a queer German I have struggled so much with finding myself.

No one in the school system ever taught me about other sexualities or other gender identities. All I knew was that there was straight/gay and that was my knowledge for the first 10+ years of my life.

I was afraid to come out because I had first hand seen bullying of another classmate that did.

The first years of my Gesamtschule (basically a place where you can go from 10-16 for anyone and get different forms of education for anyone not familiar with the various ways the German school system works) everyone thought I was a lesbian and some even went to for as to pressure me to come out. Even if I was a lesbian I would have never come out after seeing a girl in my grade change the school because the bullying was so bad on her for being one.

The first time I really learned how I was (someone that is asexual) and told a friend (the first person I ever told that I might romantically also be interested in girls) I was laughed at and brushed aside.

I saw people like me get killed, shot, attacked every year since I figured I wasn't straight.

Just this year when I went to a pride parade I had slurs thrown at me.

I am sorry but a "we won't be silenced isn't good enough."

That doesn't erase the shooting that just happened this week.

That doesn't erase the person who was just this year attacked at my home town for being queer.

That doesn't erase the fact that anytime I go out, the best I hope for is just some off hand comments.

That doesn't erase all the people who have died because of who they were. Or the people who fought to get where we are and those lost in that fight.

What Thomas Müller said has hurt more than I thought it would. Saying that people can't expect a sportsperson "to give up" their dreams to take a political stance.

How dare he?

How dare the German NT?

How dare you be afraid of what little punishment you might get when everyday people have to hide who they are in order to not get killed?

How fucking dare you try to make us the villains for expecting nothing less than putting on some silly wrist band?

How fucking dare you try everything not to make a direct stance?

I don't have that choice. Neither does anyone else of the community.

The only choice I ever made was be myself and everyday, especially when I am myself openly, I have to endure the hate.

I expect the comments.

I fear the confrontation.

I dread any physical attack.

I feel sick seeing the violence.

I feel terrified of one day being on the news as another person killed because of a hate crime.

Maybe I am more "safe" living here.

But others aren't.

Every day I have to see people of my community fear for their lives.

Every month I hear of another person who died being who they were and loving who they loved.

Every year the lists of names to remember because their lives where taken gets longer.

So I hope from the bottom of my heart that when you had a choice to make, a simple decisions you considered all that.

#german nt #world cup #sorry but I had to get this off my chest

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theautismgoblin · 1 year

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Autism throughout the years, especially in recent times, has gained more spotlight. Now is this a good thing? Not always, as it also leads to stereotypes and harmful rhetoric appearing in mass media alongside research. The question here is how this began, and how has this ableism festered throughout the century since conceived by Eugen Bleuler, a German psychiatrist, in 1911 (Evans). I will be talking about the history, treatment, and research done for autism in this paper. I will dive into my own personal experiences as an autistic person alongside other experiences. Here I want to try to answer why has ableism regarding autism persisted? Why are scientists consistently downgrading autistics? When did it all begin?

As an autistic person, I have faced ableism with therapists and friends. Such as me displaying all the symptoms which should have been a red flag when I was younger, but the psychiatrists said I couldn’t be autistic, another said I was bipolar before even meeting me, when I was somewhere between 4 or 8. Then for a while, I was diagnosed with ADHD and put on medication that made me a zombie. Even when I finally got a diagnosis, the therapist I was seeing was also ableist or misinformed. He essentially told my mom I was half-autistic and that the only reason they changed the name to ‘high-functioning autism’ because having a ‘syndrome’ would harder for me to obtain a job, I even looked up why ‘Asperger syndrome’ was removed from the DSM-5 all I could find was that it was removed. Plus, something else that happened, for a while I was depressed enough to want to cut and commit suicide. I was not okay, I thought I was a burden. I heard what parents said about me, I saw the looks. The difference between this scenario and for many others (primarily those in the LGBTQ+ community) was ever since I was young, something was different in a way I was unable to hide. Even if I was masking, others saw through it. This is an issue needing to be addressed.

“This difference was more pronounced for females with ASD, who were more than 8 times more likely to attempt suicide than females without ASD, while males with ASD were 1.93 times more likely to attempt suicide than males without ASD. Individuals with ASD were also nearly four times more likely to die by suicide compared to individuals without ASD. Among individuals with ASD, males were over 3 times more likely to die by suicide and females 2.63 times more likely than males and females without ASD” (Suicide Prevention Resource Center).

Couple this alongside the teasing, bullying, and harassment from others at school and even my friends seeing me as a child unable to understand ‘adult’ subjects, such as sex. My friends refused to explain any of their innuendos. This is also a common occurrence for many autistic people, many of us deal with allistics (non-autistics) seeing us as incapable of sexual activity, which is false. “Sexual Experiences in the Autistic Spectrum Disorder Community” explains why autism is misinterpreted by this quote,

“Since individuals with ASD often have difficulty with interpersonal skills and communication, they are regularly mischaracterized as having a lowered libido, a disinterest in intimate relationships, or being incapable of forming romantic relationships (Byers, Nichols, & Voyer, 2013; Rosqvist, 2014)” (Hickey.)

It should be mentioned autism can affect someones sex drive, but not one person is the same even here. Meaning it’s also a spectrum here as well (Hickey). I have a hard time in my life just trying to fit in, to not be seen as a secondary character in my own life.

Other autistic people have more experiences with ableism. One such person is Monique Botha who is an autistic autism researcher. Throughout the course of college and her work, she has dealt with ablest researchers. She has been told she couldn't possibly be autistic, that she needed to use person first language (we'll get to what this is later), and that she was biased in her work. Even one of her works had a disclaimer saying she was autistic and to take what she said with a grain of salt. Other researchers said they weren't talking about her in their research on autism since she was 'high functioning.' Now this is a term that has been disregarded alongside 'low functioning' autism by the autistic community. This was done for two reasons. The first was to bridge the gap between both verbal and non-verbal autistics. The second reason is because these labels ignore the fact that 'high functioning' people still have support needs, and that 'low functioning' people can be just as capable or brilliant as other autistics and deserve worth.

On the topic of brilliance and worth, even some incredibly famous scientists were most likely autistic. One is Albert Einstein, the crazy eccentric scientist almost everyone has heard of with his most famous picture.

Plus, his personality was much more in line with the other end of the spectrum. There is a stereotype in autism which is that they are all monotone and unexpressive. This is not true many are extremely animated and vocal (like me) with examples such as Einstein. He didn’t care about societal norms, and he didn’t wear socks (Aruma). Someone else many may not know of is Nikolas Tesla, who was also most likely autistic. He had many tics, had a perfect memory, and had a rigid schedule. His ideas run many of our electrical items today (AppliedBehavioralAnaylisi.Edu). He also wanted electricity to be free, to be of public use and paid using tax dollars. He wasn’t a businessman, but his work was stolen from him by Thomas Edison (TFIPOST).

Both men were obsessed with their areas of expertise as many autistics are. This is because we have what is called a special interest, an interest that is essentially a major chunk of our personalities that we have a desire to know everything about (this is not an exaggeration). These interests can go on from anywhere between a few years to an entire lifetime (once again not an exaggeration). An example is my own special interests of animals and how they work, I have so much random facts about animals of all kinds. I wrote my application essay on animals. I've had this interest since I was around 2. However, back to my point these people helped shape science in ways previously unimaginable and were like people like me. These two men are nowhere near the only examples of autistic famous minds. So why, why is something that seems to have a correlation to some form of intellectual ability so looked down on? Something that allows for people to see the world in a different perspective. Something that allows for these people to not be blinded by conformity and to follow their passion and purpose. Why is it so criminalized?

This is partially due to “Autism Speaks’ which many now know is not a charity, but a hate group founded on the idea of eradicating autism with the use of eugenics, which is the process of removing an undesirable trait(s) from the human gene pool. One of their commercials depicted autism as a stalker (Kayleen). They also commercialized the blue puzzle piece symbol, which has been used to make autistic people feel as if they can never fit or they’re broken. Alongside “light it up blue,” an event based on the harmful stereotype that only boys can be autistic. None of their board members are autistic. They put almost none of their money to helping autistics or their families (Kayleen).

‘Autism Speaks’ also funds ABA (applied behavioral analysis) therapy, which is described by WebMD with this quote,

“Applied behavior analysis is a type of interpersonal therapy in which a child works with a practitioner one-on-one. The goal of applied behavior analysis is to improve social skills by using interventions that are based on principles of learning theory.”

Essentially ABA tries to teach autistic kids and adults, to be ‘normal,’ which is extremely harmful to patients in many situations. Now, not all ABA therapy actively harms, as there are some that seem to actively try to help the child without harming them (this can be debatable subject as well), but many use questionable methods, in the past punishment in ABA therapy went from sensory (which is torture to autistic people and occasionally still used) to electric shocks sometimes for things as mild as stimming. The therapy can be at home for up to 40 hours a week, imagine 40 hours of your week having to be spent doing the same stuff repeatedly, now imagine that while you are also in school. It would be exhausting. While the therapy does seem effective, it mostly is just the child repeating a behavior taught without knowing why, which helps no one. When doing something without knowing the reason behind the action, the action thus can become meaningless. Not to mention the attention they put towards eye contact, touch in the form of handshakes or hugs, and the express dislike of stimming (the use of a repetitive movement or vocalization to self-regulate) (Devita-Raeburn.) Keep in mind, some autistics are touch averse, touch basically is like pins and needles to them. Eye contact to some autistics can be incredibly uncomfortable, and not stimming can lead to even worse burnout in those with autism as it is a self-regulatory behavior used to sort scenarios, emotions, and thoughts so nothing overloads.

Some don’t understand why there is a hatred in the autistic community towards ABA, but someone made a video explaining it in an easy-to-understand way. I recommend watching the video cause it exactly what the autistic is speaking out about. Anyway, the video goes on to give an analogy of ABA therapy. They compare it to breaking your knee and going to see a doctor who doesn’t try to fix the knee, but to teach you to walk on it despite the pain so you are not a disruption to society (Davis). This is the perfect explanation of ABA, but many still don’t listen autistics about this issue. Saying their child needed help, when these kids can understand and do way more than they are given credit for. Why is someone’s ability to fit in more important than their comfort and mentality? Why does eye contact have to be such an integral part of socializing, when one can still be heard even without eye contact? Why are these kids and adults put into this scenario? Why can’t society be more understanding and accommodating rather that uniform?

Of course, there is also the sheer amount of ableist research. Now the fact, that most of the research is ableist is ironic since they use ‘person first’ language (which is where they say ‘person with autism’), which is apparently supposed to humanize those with disability, their claim is this language separates the disability from the person (which doesn’t really work when the disability is an essential part of them). However, here, person first language does nothing as many articles about autism talk as if it is a disease. Their research findings state,

“The person with autism’s difficulty is more profound, making the possibility of identifying with a community more daunting. While it is true that communities of persons exist, disabled or otherwise, it is not the case that a community of autistic people is one of them. There is not, nor could there be a community of autistic people, since a failure of ‘theory of mind’ would preclude being a part of any community” (Barnbaum, 2008, p. 157).

There are many other misleading ‘findings’ such as this one published. The tag ‘actuallyautistic’ on the app TikTok highlights that there is an autistic community, contrary to the statements made by this researcher. Another one is in a study where they found a small group of bees sharing traits with autistic people in their genes. Now, the study is very interesting, talking about how these bees behave differently from the others in the hive, but a comment made towards the end is what I’m talking about,

“It’s not clear why these asocial bees are tolerated by the rest of the hive” (Pennisi).

There it is, which is not very understandable from an autistic perspective, even though bees are generally social according to this same article, these bees, regardless of being antisocial, still most likely contribute and do their share of work. Another study done was trying to see how autistic people respond to a specific scenario in public versus private, the study worked with participants given two options (a good cause they could support with no gain or refuse to support, and a bad cause they could support with monetary gain or refuse to support,) they did this two separate times (one in the presence of another and one time in private.) Autistic people mostly didn’t change their answer regardless of in a social or private scenario and gave to the good cause more often. This does not mean everyone who was autistic did the morally right thing and give to the good cause, but it was most of the autistic participants. This seems great, right, people who are autistic hold their morals at a very high level compared to others, which surely must be a good thing. Apparently not, according to the researchers,

“Here, we show that ASD individuals are more inflexible when following a moral rule even though an immoral action can benefit themselves and suffer an undue concern about their ill-gotten gains and the moral cost," – Hu et al. 2020 (Autistic Science Person).

Once more ableism at its finest, because being selfish is somehow seen as a good thing in the eyes of society. Why is being different seen as a bad thing? Because in both these cases what was found should seem like an issue, yet somehow these researchers have made it one. I think the reason for this is because of the man who began autism research.

This man was Hans Asperger, who has been seen as the pioneer in studying autism (which is inaccurate, but we’ll get to that later) but was also an ableist. For many years after the holocaust, Asperger was regarded as a hero. After all, he saved children from being ruthlessly killed by Nazis. This is important to understand, during the time, it wasn’t only Jews being killed and sent to concentration camps, those of color, culture, different religion, people part of the LGBTQ+, and yes, disabled people with mental or physical disability were killed as well, all to create racial purity. Hans Asperger knowingly sent many children, many disabled in one way or another, to face the wrath of Vienna’s Am Spiegelgrund clinic, which was known as a ‘child euthanasia’ program (Baron-Cohen.) He sent kids to their literal deaths, and both lied and was truthful to parents about it. Essentially, he played with parent’s emotions. When these same kids were diagnosed with something obscene while at the clinic, he would ask if they could euthanize and have the parent’s sign the child’s death warrant. Other time kids were drugged, and the reason for their deaths were falsified. However, during his research he discovered something.

“In his inauguration thesis Die «Autistischen Psychopathen» im Kindesalter, published in 1944, he described a small group of 'autistic psychopaths' whose traits of character were more commendable than those of other children. Their faculty for abstract thinking was so well developed that 'their relationship to the concrete, to objects and persons, has largely been lost' ((1), p. 170). Such children with special abilities were especially valuable since they would often end up as highly educated in leading positions in society. Asperger believed that this only applied to boys: 'the autistic personality is an extreme variant of male intelligence' and 'male character'” (Slagstad).

He was being both sexist and ableist here. This specific group later became known as those with ‘Asperger syndrome’ which is a term no longer used because of context surrounding who this man was. No one wants a key part of their identity named after a killer. Even if he decided to ‘save’ some kids, it doesn’t lessen the fact he sent the rest to early graves or less likely a life full of that same trauma, on the off chance they made it out alive, which many didn’t (Slagstad.) This man is the main reason along with people before him and after for the ableism. His was just the most documented and spread to others.

Now back to the statement I made previously of Asperger not being the person who founded autism. The true founder was a doctor named Grunya Efimovna Sukhareva. Her descriptions and findings regarding autism (though she did not call it autism as the term wasn’t used in majority at the time) were all made two decades prior to both Asperger and Kanner’s findings. Her findings were much more in line with current research, and almost all her findings were painted in a good, humanizing light. She praised the kids in her articles and shared their strengths. The reason why this occurred instead of the typical ableism was mostly because these kids were placed at Psycho-Neurological and Pedagogical Sanatorium School of the Institute of Physical Training and Medical Pedology in Moscow. This school was like an asylum, and the kids lived there meaning Sukhareva was able to be around them even more. She even seemed to have taken on a motherly like role with them. However, she was mostly forgotten about because Asperger never cited her is his articles (most likely due to his sexist views) thus leaving her work forgotten, at least till recently. Coupled with the fact, her work was only translated in German and not to English until 1996 after she died. So here we are why was she forgotten?

I think it was a mix of apparent sexism and the need during the holocaust to get rid of any opposing views. Sukhareva believed that autism was something you were just born with and was way ahead of her time with theories regarding differences in the autistic brain back in the 1950s which are being proven correct currently. However, because she didn’t follow the same ideology as many, (both in the development and usefulness of autism) she was most likely disregarded (Zelovich). Because of this many scientists followed the model Hans Asperger gave which has led to the ableism most likely. This wonderful woman, who cared and nurtured these misunderstood kids was swept under the rug. It is only now we have begun to learn the truth in recent years.

Now the question, how did this happen, the continuation of harmful stereotypes and research and rhetoric? I think, from what all I have gathered, are most likely from harmful research leaking into everyday knowledge and mass media. Also, knowledge and mass media, which could pass on their ideologies to the public through research. Mass media also plays a huge part, until recently autism has only been depicted with very stereotypical male characters in TV shows such as “The Good Doctor” (Gordon,) “Atypical” (Medico,) and “The Big Bang Theory” (Cendroski.) Thankfully, the autistic community has begun to take a stand and demand for better going as far as changing “Autism Awareness Month” made by Autism Speaks to “Autism Acceptance Month.” I think it is also the need of many to look down on others and say they are better. The use of fear as well with some studies, such as the one with tried to say vaccines cause autism, and many fell for this lie. The bad part wasn’t that they fell for the lie, it was that they despised the idea of their child being autistic. What does all the research tie to, until scientists and journalists decide to stop using ableist language and rhetoric in their studies nothing’s going to change (even if the autistic community can get a leg up) because everyone else will point to scientists saying, “They studied this, so they know better than you.” People must see autistics as capable adults and not believe everything they hear. People would need to do mass reconstructions of their own beliefs. Just because one can’t speak doesn’t mean they can’t communicate. Just because someone doesn’t want to talk to others doesn’t mean they are a burden to society. Just because someone has made their passion their personality doesn’t mean they are broken. We must start with ourselves even autistics because some of us can be ableist. No one is perfect but we must make a reality we can all be proud of.

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*The Big Bang Theory. Directed by Mark Cendrowski, Chuck Lorre Productions Warner Bros. Television, 24 Sept. 2007.

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*DeVita-Raeburn, Elizabeth. “The Controversy Over Autism’s Most Common Therapy.” Spectrum | Autism Research News, 16 Aug. 2022, www.spectrumnews.org/features/deep-dive/controversy-autisms-common-therapy.

*The Good Doctor. Directed by Seth Gordon, Sony Pictures Television Studios, 25 Sept. 2017.

*Harton, Taylor. “Big Brain Energy: The Problem With Autism Speaks.” The Daily Campus, 7 Oct. 2020, dailycampus.com/2020/10/07/big-brain-energy-the-problem-with-autism-speaks.

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*Slagstad, Ketil. “Asperger, the Nazis and the Children – the History of the Birth of a Diagnosis.” Tidsskrift for Den Norske Legeforening, 16 May 2019, tidsskriftet.no/en/2019/05/essay/asperger-nazis-and-children-history-birth-diagnosis.

*“The Truth About Hans Asperger’s Nazi Collusion.” Nature, 8 May 2018, www.nature.com/articles/d41586-018-05112-1?error=cookies_not_supported&code=909ab941-421b-4b1d-a8d6-baf634f96115.

*“Why I Do Not Support Autism Speaks.” Autistic Mama, 2 Apr. 2022, autisticmama.com/do-not-support-autism-speaks.

*Contributors, WebMD Editorial. “What Is Applied Behavior Analysis?” WebMD, 23 June 2021, www.webmd.com/mental-health/what-is-applied-behavior-analysis.

*Hickey, Brianda. “Sexual Experiences in the Autism Spectrum Disorder Community.” Nyu.edu, 2013, wp.nyu.edu/steinhardt-appsych_opus/sexuality-and-autism-spectrum-disorders/.

*says, David Dazer. “How Thomas Alva Edison Stole Nikola Tesla’s Inventions and Left Tesla Penniless.” TFIPOST, 24 Jan. 2022, tfipost.com/2022/01/how-thomas-alva-edison-stole-nikola-teslas-inventions-and-left-tesla-penniless/.

*“Suicide Risk among People with Autism Spectrum Disorder | Suicide Prevention Resource Center.” Www.sprc.org, 23 Apr. 2021, www.sprc.org/news/suicide-risk-among-people-autism-spectrum-disorder.

*Was Nikola Tesla Autistic? 5 Sept. 2017, www.appliedbehavioranalysisedu.org/was-nikola-tesla-autistic/.

*Zeldovich, Lina. “How History Forgot the Woman Who Defined Autism.” Spectrum | Autism Research News, 7 Nov. 2018, www.spectrumnews.org/features/deep-dive/history-forgot-woman-defined-autism/.

*Davis, Jeremy Andrew. “Jeremy Andrew Davis on TikTok.” TikTok, 7 Nov. 2022, www.tiktok.com/@jeremyandrewdavis/video/7163363848337034539?is_copy_url=1&is_from_webapp=v1. Accessed 19 Nov. 2022.

#autism #actually autistic #essay #research #hear me out #ablism #fuck ableists #long asf #college #just a thing i wrote

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lady-in-the-lair · 3 years

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Can any non-English-speaking fans drop info on how their country’s dub translated the final two “love”s? For those languages that differentiate between the platonic and romantic forms of “love.”

#I saw that it was a more romantic form in German? (could also be familial? but not a friend one)#is it going to go canon in the Spanish dub like destiel?#symbrock #eddie brock #venom #venom 2 spoilers #venom let there be carnage spoilers #venom: let there be carnage #lair posts

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goldtracing · 2 years

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Relationship Study - Hetalia

Because history is nuanced and very so simple, I’ve decided to put together a pallet of relationships between the personifications that are not as simple as plain love or hate. Might add some more on a later date or make a part II; these are just the ones I have knowledge on at the moment.

Austria – Italy

Italy was once Venice and Venice was powerful enough to wage successfully wage war against Austria. In turn, Austria has ruled over vast swarths of what is now Italy, at times pressing his own culture on those regions. World War I is an especially sore spot for both of them, Austria in particular. Roderich still curses Feliciano for having taken South Tyrol himself – it is a matter over which they go at each other’s throats. Italy insists the region is Italian, and Austria insists it is Austrian.

Then there are their differences in values – Italy is more opportunistic and far more prone to disregard rules. Austria on the other hand, has more pride and cynicism.

Yet they can also get along splendidly at times. Both are Catholic and have a taste for the finer things in life to the point of snobbery. They value history and while both of them can wage war when it is called for, they prefer the pen over the sword.

China – Vietnam

China has never been a big brother figure to her. Rather, he acted like an uncle or stepfather would. Not sexually or outright physically abusive as the stereotype goes, rather condescending with a lot of tough love. He came to her as a coloniser and impressed his Confucian values upon her. For a long time, she was just another prefecture that had to pay tribute to an Emperor she despised. She had to fight for her freedom. And while she doesn’t typically hold grudges, she is very weary of China, because she knows the older nation to be very dangerous.

She remembers having coffee with France in the mid-19th century, during one of those days when the empire was in an indulging mood and relayed how Napoleon Bonaparte had said that China was a sleeping giant that would shake the world upon awakening. While Francis had laughed, Chung Lien had always known that those words couldn’t be truer.

Yao saw Chung Lien as a wayward girl from the very start, a barbarian that he took in to civilianize out of power-hunger and paternalism. Warding off both America and France garnered some respect from him, enough for him to remain cordial when conversing with her on hot-button topics. That doesn’t change that he still sees her as beneath him.

Nevertheless, they have had their better moments where they discuss literature and socialism and mythology. China sometimes offers advice and Chung Lien weights it against gold before applying it.

England – Scotland

These two are brothers and they fight like they are. Arthur has long been regarded as the Germanic changeling by his siblings, the product of too many invasions and migrations and wars to be of Celtic heritage. England also has a different temperament in contrast to them – more ambitious, cupid and prideful and at times, romantic. Also, more impatient, and temperamental, willing to crack down on rebellion with an iron fist. That included Scotland and his queens and Catholicism, the streak of self-determination that was never fully compatible with England’s dreams of Empire.

Yet they hold a complicated form of love for each other. Scotland played his own part in the imperial project, and they grew pineapples together when they were all the rage in Europe. They have both been constants in each other’s lives for over a millennium. When Arthur is in one of his isolationist phases, Allistor is one of the only people that can get through to him. One of the few that skin thick enough to deal with England on a regular basis and not be entirely put off, one of the few that know how to bite back with razor-sharp words of his own.

Prussia – Russia

Gilbert and Ivan have a long history together and in their own ways, they have been close. Both of them are rough around the edges, not fitting in neatly in the other European nations. Russia has saved Prussia’s life in the past, a result of the strange attachment he has for the other nation. Russia adopted many Prussian/German customs and linguistic traits in the past and has held a lot of respect for the Kingdom in the past. Gilbert has also returned these sentiments, just not so strongly.

They’ve held strong alliances in the past, at times held the same convictions. They’ve held long conversations about everything that comes to mind, or “über Gott und die Welt” as Gilbert likes to say. Yet, ultimately, Russia has sometimes been too alien for even Prussia to deal with. There were the World Wars, and all the consequences and politics and fearmongering that came tied with it. Afterwards, during the DDR, Ivan was gracious enough to give Gilbert a lot of autonomy to largely govern himself. Yet East Germany was still a pawn to Soviet Russia, an unspoken dynamic that they were both very conscious of. A strained relationship, yet an essential one.

#relationship study #complicated relationships #historical hetalia #aph russia #aph prussia #aph england #aph scotland #aph vietnam #aph china #hetalia

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indiee19 · 3 years

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One For The Road

Alex Turner x reader

Summary: You are on tour with Alex in Germany, rent a car to explore the city, you both can’t wait to get back to the hotel after getting aroused, car sex

warnings: smut, teasing from Alex

word count: 2254

A/N: tbh, I kinda want to do a part two

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The view from your hotel room balcony in Berlin was amazing. You thought that you shouldn't have come, but when Alex asked you to come with him and the band, you couldn't have refused.

Though, you didn't think that you two would be able to see each other a lot of time and only get to see one another whenever Alex came back to the hotel to go to sleep. But that wasn't the case. He made sure that you felt included, such as, letting you come watch them during sound checks, bringing you to the interviews, bringing you behind the stage, and taking you on dates whenever he could.

Alex was still asleep, too tired from what you did last night. He took you on a romantic diner to celebrate your anniversary, then once you both got back to the hotel, he fucked you four times until you could hardly feel your legs.

The cool wind blowing against your skin, making you shiver slightly. You felt warm, strong arms wrap around you and someone's breath on you neck. "You cold, baby?" Alex asked, nuzzling his head into your neck, his breath tickling you a little.

"Yes," you laughed, as he'd started to kiss your neck. "Are you implying something here, Mister Turner?" you asked.

"No, why? Was last night not enough for you?" he said, moving away from you, walking back into your room. He put on a pair of underwear, cleaning up the mess of clothes that you both had made last night, throwing a pair of panties to you. Alex walked over to the suitcase that had your clothes in it, getting a pair of pants and a blouse for you, throwing them along with one of your bras on the bed.

"What are you doing, Al?" you questioned, sitting on the messed up bedsheets. "I'm going to take you out to see Berlin, like you always wanted to," he replied, putting on a pair of pants and walking to the bathroom to brush his hair and teeth.

He saw you still sitting on the bed from the bathroom, "Come on, get, get ready. I want to take my beautiful girlfriend out to see the city."

You stood up and put on a bra and a pair of matching lace panties, put on the jeans and blouse that Alex had picked out for you. You walked to bathroom and started to brush your teeth and hair. As you started to brush your teeth, Alex got done brushing his, and as he started to walk out, he playfully slapped your ass and laughed.

You saw Alex in the reflection of the mirror buttoning up his shirt, well actually buttoning up four buttons.

You finished brushing your teeth and hair and put on a bit of makeup. You didn't see any need to get all dressed up for just looking around the city, which was why you had decided to keep your look minimalistic look.

You walked out of the bathroom, looking at Alex who was sat on the bed, looking at his phone. "I'm ready, babe," you exclaimed, sitting beside Alex. He didn't look at you for more than a split second, paying more attention to his phone than you, which wasn't normal for Alex.

"Al, baby, what are you doing?" you asked.

"Oh, nothing, love. You look absolutely stunning," he said, putting his phone up, standing up, and holding his hand out for you. "I was just seeing if the car was here," he replied. You nodded and grabbed Alex's hand, him pulling you up, kissing you once you were stood against his chest. "And is the car here?" you asked after pulling away from him. He nodded and you both walked to the hotel room door, seeing Matt exit his own room which was just across the hall from you.

"Hey, where are you two going?" he asked.

"Well, I'm going to take me lovely girlfriend out to see Berlin since she's always wanted to," Alex explained, keeping you close to his side, placing a chaste kiss to your temple once he was done talking. All three of you talked for just a bit longer until Matt said bye and let you two go on with your plans.

You two walked to the elevator and Alex pressed the ground floor button. Alex grabbed you by the waist and kissed you lightly, nothing more than a quick peck on the lips. The elevator dinged and the doors opened, the both of you stepping out. You turned your head and saw Jamie and Katie eating breakfast. You told Alex and you both waved at them before walking out of the hotel.

You looked around for a taxi waiting for you and Alex, but you couldn't see one. "Alex, where's the taxi?" you asked, had expected that Alex was calling a taxi while he was on his phone.

"What taxi?" he replied, confused.

"You said that you were seeing if the car was here, so where is it?" you said, looking around once again.

Alex chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. "Baby, I rented us a car for us to drive, not some stranger."

You nodded and asked where the car was and he pointed out a black Tahoe perfectly parallel parked to the right of you and Alex. "C'mon, love, let's go," he said, grabbing your hand, walking you over to the passenger door and opening it for you.

"Thank you, handsome," you said, making Alex laugh as he went around to the other side of the car to get in. He started the car and started to pull out onto the road.

When he did start to drive, you couldn't take your eyes off of him. He looked so concentrated on the road, not noticing you looking at him in awe. His hair slicked back out of his face, his white button up, which had very few buttons done, under his leather coat, his tight fitting black pants hugging his slim form, and his Chelsea boots that Alex, and you, adored.

You weren't paying enough attention to the road to notice that Alex had parked the car, taking the key out of the ignition.

"Baby, are you alright?" he asked, now noticing you starring at him, snapping you out of you daze. You nodded and got out of the car, grabbing your small bag, walking around to the other side to hold Alex's hand.

He pecked your lips, interlocking his fingers with yours. He led you down the street until Alex made you come to a stop at a store.

"Let's go in there, love," he said, walking inside, fingers still interlocked with yours.

You weren't sure what kind of store this was, you would've if Alex had let you stand there for just long enough to use the translator app on your phone since, unlike Alex, you couldn't speak German.

But once you were in and looked around for a moment, you knew exactly what kind of store it was. "Really, Alex, a lingerie store," you scoffed, rolling your eyes at him.

"Well, you did say you wanted a new lingerie set. And it will be like a gift for the both of us," he said. You laughed in response and you two began to look around the store.

You were looking at a bodysuit when Alex all of a sudden grabbed your hand and dragged you to another section of the store, stopping right in front of a shelf, full of mostly black lace two piece sets. Alex picked one up and handed it to you. "Go try this one on, love," he said, pushing you to where the dressing rooms are.

"Alex, what - what are you doing?" you laughed, walking into the dressing room.

"Found you something that I think the both of us will like. So try it on, love," he replied. You scoffed and rolled your eyes at him and began to change out of your clothes into the lingerie set.

You finished changing and looked at yourself in the mirror. The lace bra barely covering your breasts, you nipple could still be seen, no underwire to push them up. The thong didn't leave much t the imagination. "Baby, are you done changing?" Alex called from outside the door, lightly knocking on it.

"Yes," you replied, unlocking the door, and stepping out, doing a small twirl for Alex. He couldn't take his eyes off of you, starring at you up and down. He grabbed you by the waist and kissed your neck. "Alex, we're in public," you said.

"Well then, I guess that we should hurry up with the shopping so that we can go to dinner and repeat what we did last night," he whispered. "Go change, love."

You nodded and started to go back into the changing room, turning around quickly when Alex slapped your ass playfully, gasping dramatically. You laughed as you changed, exiting the dressing room, the lingerie in hand. You went to go put it back on the shelf, but Alex stopped you.

"Oh, love, we're absolutely getting you that," he drawled, taking it from you, grabbing your hand and bringing you to the register. As you were paying, Alex's hand kept slipping down to your ass. You nudged him with your arm, then you both left.

You and Alex walked bac to the car, he carried the bag as he opened the car door for you, handing you the bag, and getting in on the other side.

You and Alex shopped for most of the day, he took you out for dinner at a very expensive restaurant. You didn't want to get something expensive since he had already spent so much money on youearlier on in the day, as well as yesterday. Butt Alex loved treating you and spending as much money on you as he could and insisted that you get something more expensive.

But that wasn't all he did during dinner, he kept teasing you, slipping his hand up your. Thigh whenever he could, whispering dirty things in your ears when no on was looking.

After dinner was over, it was already eight, the sun had set and you were ready to get back to the hotel. You got in the car and as soon as Alex got in, he kissed you deeply, pulling away for breath and to start driving.

He pulled onto the Autobahn and began driving. One of his hands started to rub your thigh, getting closer and closer to the place where you needed him most. The ache between your legs becoming more prompt than before. Then, his thumb brushed up against your clit lightly, causing you to gasp.

"You like that?" he laughed, repeating the motion. You nodded, eyes closing once he did it again. He did this for two minutes, stopping abruptly, taking his hand away, your eyes opening again. "W-why'd you stop?" you asked. He didn't answer, just kept driving.

You looked him up and down, noticing the bulge in his pants. "Alex," you said, putting your hands between your thighs.

"Yeah, love," he said.

"I-I need you," you stated, looking at him with the puppy eyes you know that he can't deny. He didn't look at you, nor respond, he just pulled the car over.

"Backseat, now, love," he drawled. You complied and unbuckled, crawling into the backseat. Alex got out and went to the other side so that he wouldn't be seen. Once he'd gotten in, he grabbed you and kissed you passionately. He pulled you into his lap, unbuttoning your blouse, taking it and your bra off.

"Love, take these off," he drawled, helping you unbutton your pants, you sat up enough so that you could take them off, pulling your panties down with them.

You undid the few button done up on Alex's shirt and undid his belt and pants, pulling them down enough with his boxers so that his cock could spring free. "C'mon, love," he said, bringing you back into his lap.

You sat up on your knees slightly, positioning his cock at your entrance before slowly lowering yourself onto him, his cock stretching your walls, accomendating to his size. Your head fell against his chest, looking up at him. He grabbed your hips once you sat up again and began to help you move.

At first, you rolled your hips into his. Then, you used all the strength you had to use your knees to push up, his cock sliding almost all the way out of you, Alex held your hips, forcing you back down on him.

You kept rolling your hips, the burning friction becoming over whelming. "God, love, you're so fucking wet," he hissed, one of his thumbs rubbing circles on your clit. Your moans filled the car, head falling back down on Alex's chest.

"Alex, I'm so close," you moaned, yours and Alex's skin slick with sweat. "M-me too, love," he replied, bucking his hips up into yours, rubbing on your clit harder.

It only took one flick of your clit and his hips to buck into yours to send you over the edge. Your orgasm triggering Alex's release, his hips stilling, releasing insdie of you, both of you panting heavily.

"I love you," he panted, kissing the top of your head. "You ready to go back to the hotel?" He asked.

"Yeah, just a few more minutes and we'll leave," you replied, sitting up and kissing him.

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ghostyearzero0 · 3 years

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She Got The Looks That Kill!

Warnings: Mentions of Drugs. Drug use. Language. Smut. Alcohol. don’t read if you don’t like these kinds of things. Be strong and laugh ANNNDD! SHOUT AT THE DEVIL 1982 It was the year Motley had made their debut album Too Fast For Love. They were already a hit. Selling out their shows and merch pretty fast. The boys got their names around pretty quickly. Nikki was already writing songs for their next album, due to come out the next year. He was busy, writing in his journal when Mick popped in with a red-headed woman. Tommy looked from his drum set and smiled. Vince looked over and smirked. “Well, I be damn. Mick you got yourself a vixen?” The blonde asked. The goth guitarist glared at the blonde, who was wearing pink lipstick. “No.... This... is my sister, Lucey.” He was hesitant but stayed VERY close to her. Especially when she was close to Vince. The blonde chuckled and went up to her, “I’m Vince. I’m the lead singer of the band.” He stuck his hand out. Lucey nodded and shook his hand. Tommy quickly made his way over. “I’m Tommy Lee! I’m the drummer!” The young 20 year old said in a very excited tone. His curly hair bounced a bit as he nodded his head softly. Lastly, Nikki went over. “And I’m Nikki. I founded the band. The four of us fuckers formed the band together. Your brother came up with the name.” He chuckled. “Yeah, I told her all about you fuckers.” Mick spoke up. “Why hadn’t you introduced us to Lucey before hand?” Vince asked. “I know you fuckers would totally want to touch my sister. As much as I love her. And she loves me, I don’t want anything happening to her. Such as heartbreak.” Mick crossed his arms. Vince rose a brow and placed a hand on his hip, “And who would break her fuckin’ heart?” Mick rolled his blue eyes. “One of you fuckers. You would date her, knock her up. As soon as she gets pregnant, you’ll leave her ass for a hotter chick. That you would end up fucking regardless you got Lucey pregnant or not.” He huffed. Tommy pouted, “Hey! I would never cheat on the woman I am with. Especially if she’s carrying my kid. I’m a hopeless romantic. I would never break Lucey’s heart if she were to be my girl.” He then smiled. Nikki nodded softly, his fluffy black hair bouncing a bit, “And I don’t cheat on a girl I’m being serious with. I wouldn’t break her heart.” He hummed. Vince chuckled, “And well... a girl I’m really in love with, I’ll be loyal.” He shrugged. Mick laughed, “Yeah okay.” He didn’t believe the singer. Vince flipped him off and looked at Lucey. “So, do you work-?” He asked. “At the pizza shop in my hometown, but my boss is a total dick.” She whined softly. Nikki chuckled, “Ah, I’m sorry. Can you get a better job?” He asked. “I am not really good at anything.. Maybe writing but no body would want to actually read my books.” She hummed. “I’d totally read your books!” Both of the Terror Twins said in unison. Then they looked at each other, exchanging smiles. “Are you single?” Tommy asked with a soft smirk, causing Mick to glare. “Mhm....” She nodded. Tommy snorted, “Killer...” Mick hissed, “Don’t get any ideas, drummer!” He warned. “Man, she’s a grown woman. . . Let her make her own choices.” Vince spoke up. Mick blinked, “I am. But I wouldn’t want one of you jackasses to date my sister.” He huffed. “Well, I am 22.” She nodded. “Aww. young like Tommy! Only two years older than him and two years younger than Nikki... Funny.” Vince laughed softly and reached to ruffle her red curls. Mick looked at the boys. “Anyway, what’s new with you assholes?” He asked. “Nothin’. Waiting on Sixx to write new material for the new album.” Vince said. “What about you, Drummer?” Mick asked. Tommy shrugged, “Hanging out with Nik.” He said. “And I was just writing some new songs.” Nikki picked up his notebook. “Killer, man! Let’s see what you got!” Tommy walked up next to Nikki. He leaned over to look at the paper. Nikki laughed, “Nothing... much..” Vince then walked up to him as Nikki said that. “Shout at the devil? Nice. That’ll get people’s attention! Let me see those lyrics!” He reached for the piece of paper that had half of Shout At The Devil song written on it. “Sure man, it’s not finished-” Nikki blinked and handing it to the blonde. “Fuck it. Let’s see how this fucker sounds!” Vince started to read the first verse. While he was doing that, Tommy looked at Nikki, “Did you write anymore?” He asked. “No... I was just got started with that one. Okay maybe I wrote a little bit on the others but... not much...” Nikki rubbed his arms. Mick walked over to the twins. “Really?” He rose his brow. “We got a whole other half of the year, Mars. Give me a bit of time and I’ll get you those songs.” Nikki smirked. He looked over at Lucey who was sitting down on the couch. Tommy started to chat with Mick. Good. A distraction. Nikki hurried his way towards Lucey, without making it obvious. He flopped his ass down on the couch, next to the red head. She whipped her head and saw Nikki. “Tell me a bit more about yourself.” He was ready to listen to whatever she had to say. “Well... I’m trying to be a really good writer. I have no story to go by.. Only about my life so far.” She twirled her hair. “Yeah? One day I’ll be in that story... Erm, maybe.” He smirked with a little laugh. She giggled softly. “One day. I live in a shit-hole apartment with a puppy named Cleopatra.” She said. “Awwh!!! I love dogs! Expect for German Shepards... But what kind of dog is Cleo?” He asked. “A Black lab. She’s a few months.” She said. Nikki smiled. But then he looked around. “Say, lets take this conversation to my room.” Since they were at the Motley House, Mick brought her to. Lucey shrugged and nodded. She followed Nikki towards his room. He shut and the door once both of them were in. He sat down on the bed with her. He looked at her. She wore knee-high boots with a black skirt and a dark purple tang top. Her hair was down, it was just at her shoulders, a few inches longer. She had a beautiful set of blue-eyes and wore bright red lipstick. Nikki’s green eyes sparkled. He never laid his eyes on upon such a beautiful woman. He had to make her his. He placed his hand on her thigh. She looked at him with a soft blush. “Nikki? What are you doing?” She asked. “Well, do you want to something... fun?” He smirked at her. “Yeah... Uhm, but we have to be quiet so Mick doesn’t come in here and kick your ass.” She said, “I know. You stay quiet.” He smirked once more. Lucey smiled softly. Nikki leaned forward and kissed her on the lips softly. She returned the kiss, deepening it. She wrapped her arms around his neck. The two proceeded to make out for a bit before Nikki pulled away. He got up and took off his boots first. Then he started to strip. Lucey proceeded to do the same. Then once they were fully naked, they sat down next to each other. -- Skipping the smut since I wrote too many in the past and I don’t feel like writing out a whole new one at the moment. Might add one here and there but meh. -- After the two had their scene of fun, the two had messy hair and smelled like sex. Lucey placed her clothes and boots back on. Nikki did the same. He opened the door and let her out first, following behind her. Mick looked at the two and rose a brow. He didn’t question it. At all. Tommy smirked and snorted, already knowing what they did. Vince... he wasn’t paying attention at all. Nikki looked at Lucey, and whispered in her ear. “Tomorrow I’m picking you up and taking you out on your first date.” He said. She nodded and smiled softly. He kissed her cheek quickly and went over to Vince. Tommy looked at Lucey, giving her a soft smile before going to the other two. Mick blinked, “Ready to go home...?” He asked. She nodded. Though when Mick wasn’t looking, she slipped her phone number into Nikki’s phone book. Then she got up and left with Mick.

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helpinghanikan · 3 years

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Hot Date

Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Sum: It shouldn't have to be said that SHIELD researchers aren't allowed to date their wards. But that doesn't stop the romantic tension from forming between you. The real question is, whose feelings will be most affected when the tension finally boils over?

Anomalous weapons supervisor was typed out on your paychecks, but babysitter would be a better description. Diplomas, experience and more resulted in your butt on bleachers. Watching the important people play around with powers few in this world understood.

Whoever designed this area probably didn’t know who exactly would be using it. It had the basics; a track for running, mats for sparring and weights for lifting. With more off the wall items thrown in that might be useful to the superpowered individuals using it. Like the massive metal balls being lifted and lowered by the red magic of your charge. Or one of your charges at least.

‘Wanda seems to have complete control of her powers. Whether these powers are coming from her mind or some sort of muscle in her hands has yet to be known.’ You type out just intime to get a guest sitting to your right.

“Can I get an autograph when your book is finished?” Pietro has been working on his accent, so had Wanda. As much pride as the two had they were still looking to adapt. But there were still hints of it on certain words. Especially when he’s this close not really trying.

“Only if I get to sign those tits.” Obviously, a joke, but you still had to take a quick glance to the camera. Just in case you get dragged into a meeting and this comes back up about your unprofessional comments. Not that it would stop your work.

“I can live without the signature,” Wanda’s voice, although distant, echoed in the wide space. “You’ve spelt many things wrong anyhow.”

Few people could say they were as close to the Maximoff twins as yourself. Even after the discovery of an alien/god, of the defrosting of a super-solider and the destruction from a billionaire people were wary of the twins.

It was through simple respect that Wanda had warmed up to you. You hadn’t talked to her with artificial kindness, didn’t look to the guards when her voiced raised even the slightest. No, you had asked how she was (the room was too hot for her), if she needed anything (just wanted to know how much longer she was going to be questioned), if she liked coffee or tea (tea is preferred), and how she was doing, really doing (she was tired, you all were).

It was another story for Pietro. Only trusting you after Wanda obviously saw you as a friend. Taking his own time to warm up after getting the same genuine experience you offered rather the blunt questions and stupid statements. It was the dinner you invited them to that sealed the deal. Nothing brings people together more than a lot of meat, the warm feeling of alcohol and a quiet afternoon with a food coma.

“What have you written?” Pietro asks, your laptop now in his hands.

There’s no point in trying to stop him when he snatches things. A child who had to move fast for food and safety makes petty theft a hard habit to beat. Not to mention Wanda already knew everything that went into your daily reports with a blink of her eye, it was seemingly only fair that Pietro got to know to.

“Same stuff I was doing yesterday, and the day before and the day before that and the-.”

“Yes, yes, thank you!” Pietro says, used to the child like taunts and knowing to stop you early.

With nothing of interest on said laptop he turned it back over to you. Taking his place leaning against your shoulder as you begin to work once more. Only speaking up to ensure you add in the correct description of his improvement.

These reports were supposed to be done without the twins knowledge. You were supposed to be a spy on the side of the government. Although it was blamed on Wanda’s mindreading in reality you had never tried to hide them. These friendships were genuine, resulting with the man practically putting himself in your lap to try and keep your attention.

"How much longer do we have to do this ‘training’?” Although a grown man Pietro could act like a little boy sometimes. When he’s done, he’s done. Taking whatever actions needed to get through his current situation and move on.

“For as long as the door is closed, Pietro.” Wanda has set the metal down. Taking slow steps to reach her brother and friend. “She would likely go faster without you hanging on her.”

There is no smooth way to say this; Pietro is a big spoon. Any chance he gets a hug or to hold someone results in being overwhelmed in lean muscle. Pietro was the only warmth during those impossible cold nights as newly orphaned children. His legs and arms creating a shelter that protected his chosen from any harm from ever happening. You were one of chosen now, which explained the face made at having to get up.

“Alright kids, let’s head home.” You say, slapping the laptop closed for effect.

You were one of several who kept an eye on the twins throughout the day. Wanda and Pietro pretended not to notice how certain employees just happened to always be in the hallway when walking through. Or the little cameras that were hidden in plain sight among the decorations in their quarters. And that’s not including all the mom aged agents “just checking in” at random times, complete with the sing song voice and overuse of the word “sweetie”.

On any other day you would have followed them into their quarters. Give them a recommendation for the TV and even stay awhile to watch it with them. A chime from your phone changing the day’s proceedings. It’s only a second-long hesitation that announces this change to the twins.

Pietro says your name in a tone different than the one earlier. It’s a tone of concern that snaps your head up at him. Wanda hanging around the quarter’s entryway, staying close enough to be apart of the conversation.

“Is everything okay?” he asks, now with your attention.

“What? Yeah, yes, I just got a…you know, a hot date.” You turn your phone to face him. Not long enough for him to read the entire message but enough to know that you weren’t completely hiding anything “I’ll see you guys later. Brush your teeth before going to bed, I’ll know if you don’t.”

Before Pietro or Wanda could give a retort the door slid shut.

“Who were they talking to?” Pietro asked the only other person in the room.

Wanda didn’t answer. Rather tilting her head towards her brother. Rolling her eyes when he asked “what? Wanda, what?”

Although officially a desk agent there were times the field required someone of your talents. When this happened, all other duties had to be dropped in exchange for an outfit change and a fancy car shared with your accompanying field agent. Natasha has been your designated agent since the first field mission and could now be considered a friend.

It would seem the babysitter had become the baby. Including having your clothes laid and being helped into them before reaching the car.

“You’re an heiress looking for some expensive decorations and I am your lovely assistant and translator for the evening.” Natasha says, holding the under-suit’s legs open for you to slip into. “We’ll show up fashionably late. You are incredibly rich and important and better than all of them. So, don’t make eye contact with anyone, and try not to say anything, they’re below you.”

Unlike fulltime field agents you weren’t trained enough to go without serious protection. Not just in the form of an accompanying agent but also in a (jokingly called) bullet proof onesie. So, fitting it was essentially a bullet-proof wetsuit that stopped at the knees and elbows. Making the clothes to wear over it something with long sleeves, past the ankles and covers the neck. Sunday school appropriate for this event.

“Can I fake an accent? Like, German?” It was a dumb question for you to ask, but the ride to the gallery was already taking longer than it should.

“Hmm, Let’s hear it.” Natasha doesn’t look up from her phone but still sounded interested.

“Vell-,”

“Stop.”

Very special pieces were being auctioned off tonight. Invite only without any advertisements to say what’s up for grabs to outsiders. Although the windows were blacked out and authorities were paid off (but obviously not enough) supposedly nothing for sale was illegal. But if that were true you wouldn’t have found a seat in the front row.

The language of the night was deeply European. One or two words you could maybe guess what they meant but there was no way you could name it. Nat knew it though; it kept her ears perked to the room and her mouth right next to your ear for most of the night.

First items up were the typical rich people arty stuff; vases and paintings that probably represented something to someone if you squinted. Those went for a year’s paycheck in minutes. It was after the third portrait of some lady now long dead that Nat placed a hand on your back, just below the neck.

“Next up is ours,” she whispered. “you’re doing good and you’re doing great.”

The entire night was spent with better manners than an office setting could ever be. Back straight, eyes forward, and no one is allowed to make eye-contact. It’s only when the target was wheeled in that your mask was starting to slide.

Genuine HYDRA blueprints for a titanium prosthetic. White ink on blue paper with decades old coffee stains and tiny tears, spread up and out under protective glass like a butterfly. Although Mr. Barnes had a serious upgrade with the Vibranium he now used. But these blueprints showed just how advance the original was for the time.

Sitting forward as it’s wheeled by wasn’t enough to authenticate the prints. Something you easily communicated to Agent Romanoff with just a look.

It was a bad idea, it called why too much attention, but Agent Romanoff whipped her head towards one of the several employees of the auction. Curling her finger at them to get them over and in her speaking line.

She speaks quickly, and with an edge to her voice, to the employee. With only a few words back that same employee returned to his post and spoke to the next man in charge.

“They going to invite a few of us up to inspect the piece,” Agent Romanoff whispers, “You’re going to have to be fast, we’re going on stage.”

Others in the audience made their way onto the stage when invited. Agent Romanoff ensures that you are somewhere in the middle of it. Heels and heavy shoes making creating white noise for your work to be done.

In all HYDRA’s documents, blue-prints and almost everything else their symbol was hidden throughout it. A little game of where’s the octopus in two places. A large, but translucent, icon covering the center. And a smaller one in the bottom right-hand corner, hidden behind the creator’s signature. Reproductions never had the smaller symbol, but the stains and fingerprints ensured you were right.

Later, during the debrief, you would be lectured about the importance of subtlety and espionage. But how was the look you gave Agent Romanoff any different than how others were looking at their people?

After that (completely natural and not at all suspicious) nod Natasha’s arm was around your back. This was part you were suddenly feeling ill. This was the part your assistant/translator/arm-candy would escort you out with just enough urgency and demands for the bathroom that you’d be gone before everyone was in their seats. Apparently this was also the part a sudden security guard fires twice into your chest.

“Watch your head.” Although not yelling Agent Romanoff’s voice was firm.

It's hard to say which was scarier; the bullets aiming firing for your death or how calm and professional Agent Romanoff was about it all. Although, few rounds were actually fired inside the auction hall.

Agent Romanoff shot an arm out to the first security. Pushing his gun up and inward quick enough to catch his jaw and take him out of the game. Agent Romanoff keeping the downed man’s sidearm for herself.

That was really the only bit of action you clearly saw that night. When things go wrong in the field it’s the agents job to remove their ward from the situation with minimal injuries. As the researcher your job was much simpler; don’t die. “Keep your head down, use your arms to protect yourself and trust your agent.” Was hammered in during field training. With this mantra running over and over you weren’t in the position to watch the mess happening all around.

“Someone, call the police!” It takes a second to realize it’s Agent Romanoff yelling this. In a panicked, almost shrill, voice that practically screamed ‘we’re being victimized!’

With all the guests now properly riled up it was easier to exit the building. Allowing the oncoming mod to carry the two of you out of the building without much more fuss from security. Trying to kill an agent was one thing but killing a rich connected person (or worse their spouses) would be on an entirely new issue.

Someone stepped on your foot. Another put an elbow in your rib harder than the bullets. And a third open hand pushed you, and your agent, right out the door and onto the street. It was only through the strength of Agent Romanoff, and your handling of flats, that this mission could be considered successful.

The blueprints were already being tracked and followed by the time you’re stripped down to underwear. The pretty clothes had to be taken removed, the makeup wiped off, hair undone, and the bullet proof onesie had to be taken away. Simple tank-tops, shorts and a coat were worn on the journey home. By the time it’s all off, and you’re finally walking into the apartment, it shouldn’t be surprising how you looked to others.

“Have a good time?” It takes a second to realize it’s just the roommate asking the question.

It’s expected that any roommate a SHIELD employee takes on would also be with SHIELD. The two of you weren’t in the same division or even security level part of why living together worked out so well. She was in the know enough to hear you complain but enough in the dark to keep any secrets from getting out.

“Yep, had a real banger of a night.” Although a friend and technical coworker you couldn’t disclose too much about the missions. At least not until the green light is given by the higher ups. Instead, you can only give the people something to speculate about. “Can’t wait to see what the bruises are going to look like tomorrow.”

Spoiler alert: the bruises looked like hickeys. Something noticed by Roommate but keeping quiet about it in exchange to heading out early. Ready with the latest thing to share with the office mates.

Just like any working environment gossip is always somewhere underfoot. After being dragged in by someone who couldn’t leave it at home it’s then latching onto everyone who came close enough to hear it. Most ignore it, others listen then forget and others drag carry it further into the workplace. Until researchers leaning against the wall talk too loudly and Pietro catches a few too many words.

“Who were they talking to?” Pietro asks once the housing area’s door shut. Quickly clearing things up with the use of your name.

“I’ve haven’t seen them yet.” Wanda doesn’t care enough to close her book but does enough to look up.

“No, yesterday. Before they left, someone messaged them. Who was it?”

Wanda shrugs and returns to her book, but there’s a smile there.

“You know who it is,” He says, now on beside her. “Tell me.”

“I can’t say for sure,” She’s smiling again. Only a slight glance at Pietro. “but I think he may be very handsome.”

The siblings argued as siblings do. With Wanda teasing as sisters do. All of this could be heard before you even made it to the door. Standing at its threshold to listen as the two go at it.

“Natasha will tell you the same, Pietro.” Wanda says, probably aware that you were in hearing distance. “And she says he can do more than simply be handsome.”

Although you say nothing Wanda grins at you.

The gossip overheard is just words without evidence. Just enough to get Pietro thinking but not enough to create any serious emotions. But the “evidence” to create those emotions was now standing in the room. Small marks darker than your natural skin was peaking out from the lower neckline.

To you, they were simple bruises, nothing worth trying to hide, even something to brag about to the other desk workers. To Pietro it was marks of another person, something that pursed his lips and marched away from. Doing so slowly, to be sure that both you and Wanda were aware of how upset he was.

“I missed something.” You say, setting everything down on the counter.

Wanda has a habit of sneaking into other people’s minds. The mission, the shots and the everything was slowly being filed through in the back of your head. A pressure at the base of your neck screaming that there was an intruder.

“Stop it.” You snapped, but Wanda only smiles back.

“How was your ‘hot date’?” She finally asks.

“Is that what he’s…sonofabitch. Pietro!” There are only three rooms in this section of the compound. One being Wanda’s, another Vision’s and the third Pietro. Making it easy enough to find the pouting grown man.

“What?” He asks upon your entering.

There isn’t a response on your part for moment or two. Spending that time going to the room’s corner. Standing on tiptoes to find that switch that definitely doesn’t exist on the camera. Shutting it down for the time being before turning to start your explanation.

“You can turn that back on.” He says from his place on the bed. “There’s nothing bad we need to talk about.”

“So, you don’t wanna hear about how I was shot in the tit?”

Manners were out the window at this point. Pietro openly looking towards your chest. Back up to your face, and back down to your chest. “You were shot? They look more like…”

“They’re not hickeys, I was shot a few time through a suit.” Frustration was starting to build up. It was overflowing when you finished with “You really should know about being shot.”

The hurt on his face screamed. He didn’t look away but stayed staring forward right at you. “Pietro, I’m so…I didn’t mean to say it like that.”

“It hurts,” He says. “Being shot, it really hurts.”

“I’m sorry.” Even as you walk around to sit beside him Pietro stares at where you were. Listening to your apology but not saying much else. Until he dares to lean against you. Something more than cuddling with a friend this time around. “I get it, I get you’re scared and all that. And I really like you, Pietro, I like you more than I am allowed to.”

It’s hard to say who started the kiss, but it doesn’t really matter. It was happening, and it was so much more than a something between friends.

“When that camera comes back on this didn’t happen.” You say in a moment of separation for air.

“What happens when the camera goes off again?” He asks, thumb rubbing over the bruise.

#reader insert #pietro maximoff #pietro maximoff x reader #quicksilver x reader #Pietros' alive au #One shot #Fluff kinda #Angst kinda #This is based on that window between 2012-2016 when everything was happy for the Avengers #Requested on my AOW #Not used to writing these kind of stories

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Henlo Liho-san~! A new follower of yours uwu May I ask for hcs of how the dorm leaders would react with having an f!s/o who is mostly respectful and polite, suddenly about to throw hands with someone as they may or may not have said or complained about the dorm head they were dating. It was not a compliment in any way or form- I hope I didn't cross over any rules! But if I had to pick 5 out of 7 of them, it's Riddle, Azul, Idia, Kalim, and Vil. Thanks a bunch if you notice this~! Good Luck!!♡♡

Hey yo Nocturne! I know of you from liking I and Brew’s OC (twisted-whimsies): Mozerella Trein and a couple TW related posts of mine.

Prefects and Vice Prefects are exception from character limit.

After finishing this, I realized I wrote something between a ficlet and headcanon. I hope you’ll like it though 💕

My German knowledge is bugging me to write Vil’s surname with ö instead of o yet my order-loving side is telling me to stick to how it’s written in TW

Before I start I’m gonna add a quote from a fandom of mine 👀 one look at my OG blog would reveal which fandom it is.

“Fallaces sunt rerum species”

Meaning: The appearances of things are deceptive

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Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle can handle himself. At least he could before his overblot episode. No body dared to talk behind his back.

But now he holds back, not using his unique magic frequently anymore which caused some students think he became too lenient and a couple students started to abuse this leniency

Every time someone tries his patience he counts to 10 internally or just ignore them. Don’t get him wrong, he still sticks to rules and makes his dorm follow the rules but he cannot force people to stop talking about him

Today is going to one of the days when he would ignore any bad mouthing because he is with (Y/N), the sweetest person he ever met

(Y/N) already saw at his worst when he overblotted. He doesn’t want her to see any more incidents such that.

He and (Y/N) decided to take a walk in Rose Gardens as a date. Then decided to get into Rose Maze, holding hands strictly for to not get lost.

“Prefect Rosehearts became such a softie. He is no longer fit to be our prefect.” “He never was. Mommy Issues needs to go back to kindergarten.”

(Y/N) and Riddle were in East side of Rose Maze when they heard 2 Heartslabyl students talking which made (Y/N) stop in her track. Riddle tugged her hand to move on but she didn’t budge.

“Riddle, honey, either push away those bushes or I’ll climb over it and have a nice chat with them.”

“There is no need.” — “okay then I’m climbing”

And she did. Riddle didn’t know how but she managed to go to other side of bushes by climbing to them.

“Hey jackasses! Would you like to say that again?” The two students were shocked to see Riddle’s girlfriend jump from above. “Wh- what?”

“I asked if you wanted to say those to my face.” And no answer.

Meanwhile Riddle was on the other side of bush walls, listening what’s happening.

“Did Riddle or did he not manage to increase Heartslabyl’s average grade?” “He did...” “Did he or did he not helped your dorm to have better ranking at Magift?” “He did...” “Did he treat you unfair ever since he fixed how he acted?” “No...” “Then what makes you say he is unfit? Is it because he is more tolerant on rules? Is it because he cares how his dorm mates feel?” No answer again. “I hope you come to your senses now because next time I hear something like this will be the first and last time you taste my wrath. Are we clear?” — “Yes ma’am!”

(Y/N) climbed over the bush again and landed in front of Riddle. With a kiss to his cheek, “Just because you give less punishment doesn’t mean you need to let people bully you. If anyone else acts this way, I’ll have a talk with them.”

She held his hand and pulled him into the maze again. Meanwhile Riddle was still wondering how his girlfriend climbed over a maze’s wall.

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Leona Kingscholar

Leona is used to people bad mouthing about him back in his palace. While in Savanaclaw, his dorm mates respected him and didn’t dare to oppose him. That is until they saw his vulnerable side during his overblot accident.

He heard a couple dorm mates say “He can’t do anything by himself.” “Good for nothing.” “All that lazy lion does is sleep.” “He must have lack brains to repeat the same year over and over again.”

He is used to ignoring them and sleeping it off. And his favorite pillow, (Y/N), helped him to dismiss their thoughts.

Leona only asked (Y/N) out because he figured she would be great body pillow. Certainly not her lively and cheerful attitude, nor her bright smile.

Leona asked (Y/N) out for a night date in Savanaclaw. It’s because he wanted to nap in his dorm. It’s absolutely not that Savanaclaw lounge looks romantic at night.

When (Y/N) arrived, she unfortunately heard those.

Leona tugged her arm to lead her to where their date suppose to take but no avail.

“Hold my purse, kitten.” (Y/N) handed her purse to Leona and went where those dorm members stand.

“Hey there is something in your face!” The main jerk looked up “Huh?” Proceeded with a punch to his face. “It was PAIN!” And ended with the guy falling to ground, holding his nose.

“Does anyone else have something on their faces?” The remaining ones shook their head in NO. “Good.” She turned on her heels and went to Leona’s side.

All Leona could do was admire her right hook. He did not think how she wouldn’t feel out of blue in Afterglow Savannah if she were to live there because women in his hometown are strong and fighters.

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Azul Ashengrotto

(Y/N) first caught Azul’s eye when she sat down for 7 hours to read every single detail in his contract and demanded a change in certain conditions. Azul refused to make contract with her then offered her a job in Mostro Lounge.

With persuasion from the twins, Azul gathered courage to ask (Y/N) out. And she accepted.

They often stayed late hours in Mostro Lounge to spend some alone time.

After their quick date followed by closing of Mostro Lounge, Azul walked arm in arm with (Y/N) until the mirror passage. As they were walking, 2 Octavinelle student were messing around.

“Look at me! I’m the crybaby who hides behind two eels!” — “No one is making contract, I’mma cry now!” — “Maybe I can turn my crying into money. I can sell all the ink I cry!” “Nice one dude!”

One look to Azul’s face, (Y/N) understood he would deal with them either personally or the twins would play with them.

Not today Satan!

(Y/N) let Azul’s arm go and slowly approached the duo. “I am (Y/N), you can’t insult my boyfriend like that; prepare to die... socially I mean...” — “What are you saying?”

“I don’t have patience, time nor crayons to explain this to you but I’ll let you on a secret. Sometimes a nasty rumor, which doesn’t have to be true, can ruin someone’s entire school life. Maybe telling everyone your secret wish that you once asked from Azul or you offering a different type of payment to teachers to pass the grade.” — “You can’t do that!” — “I can and I will unless you cut the crap, ask for forgiveness and work for free in Mostro Louge for a week.” — “It’s a deal!”

Azul came to (Y/N)’s side as the two boys run away. Azul once again saw his angelfish using her wits to get what she wants. He knows she didn’t need to do that but he is flattered by the fact that his girlfriend wants to protect him.

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Kalim Al-Asim

Kalim asked (Y/N) out after spending time together after Jamil overblotted.

He is still the sunshine bean that brings smile to everyone’s faces. (Y/N) is as cheerful as Kalim and that’s why he hit it off

Kalim took (Y/N) to another carpet ride as a date. She loves the feeling of wind on her face on top clouds.

As they returned to the dorm, they heard a couple students talking.

“I don’t care what Jamil did. He was right! Kalim is unfit to represent us. After he became prefect, we became the last at everything.” — “How many Kalim can change a light bulb? None because he is too idiot and too incapable to change one. Hehehehe”

(Y/N) saw tears building up on Kalim’s eyes then she snapped. She made carpet to fly over them in law altitude then she jumped down in front of them. “Surprise motherfuckers!” Before anyone can understand what happened. (Y/N) kicked the one that made bulb joke between his legs then held and twist the ear of the other two. “You have 10 seconds to reconsider what you just talked. I suggest not to waste time.”

The trio tried to dismissed what they said but the glare they received made them comply. “Prefect Kalim, we are sorry to make fun of you.”

Kalim as the personification of sunbeams forgave them. Then turned his attention to his beloved. He was impressed by how she jumped down and was ready to protect him without any hesitation. He never thought someone as kind and happy person as her could hide a fighter in her. Not going to lie, he loves seeing this side of hers

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Vil Schönheit

Being with Vil is exhausting. Don’t get her wrong, it’s not him (Y/N) is complaining. It’s the people around them.

(Y/N) started paying more attention to her appearance

(Y/N) was waiting for Vil to get ready, sitting on his bed. Vil had free time that day and they were going out.

As they went out of the room, whispering ensued as always but this time, for the first time, a Pomefiore student bad mouthed about Vil.

“He is compensating his wretched personality with his looks!”

Vil isn’t someone to care opinions of a no-mark but (Y/N) is

“Hold my earrings, my love.” (Y/N) took out her earrings and handed them to Vil. “I’m going to snatch his wig!” — “He’s not wearing a wig...”

“I take it you weren’t burned with overabundance of schooling. You think you’re a Gucci but you’re not even Lacoste. Now apologize before I think your face needs a makeover.” — “Gucci? Lacoste?” — “And I suggest hide your jealousy better. You can’t get near Vil as a fan and you try to make up for it by talking about something that you have no idea on. Honestly I am jealous of people who haven’t met you.”

(Y/N) waves back the boy, going back to Vil’s side then putting her earrings again.

Vil is quite pleased what has occurred. Not only he saw how (Y/N) can destroy someone with just words but he also saw a glimpse of what she thinks of him. Maybe he should hire some people to insult him so he can see this side of hers again.

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Idia Shroud

Idia tries everything he can to stay in his room but there is an anime con that he and (Y/N) are going so he needs to get out of his room.

Idia and (Y/N) dressed up as his favorite anime couple.

Idia left his room voluntarily without any compulsory reason! It became a quick hit topic in Ignihyde.

Idia and (Y/N) went to anime-con and Ortho tagged along to record the ordeal.

They had to return early because some drunk in the con spilt juice on (Y/N).

So they returned NRC then Ignihyde. Ortho left for somewhere as Idia and (Y/N) walked in Ignihyde lounge.

“He doesn’t even go Dorm meeting but doesn’t have a problem with going a stupid con! Idia is an embarrassment to Ignihyde! All he does is play games and ramble about them!”

(Y/N) coughed gathering attention from the group.

Idia freaked out by being in highlight, hand pulled his chest, eyes widened.

“Baby, get behind me.” (Y/N) stepped in front of Idia and strutted to the Ignihyde student that was shit talking. “Pick a God and pray.”

The boy gulped. “Wh-What?!”

“Did I stutter?”

“I don’t know what—“ He threw his hands to air in frustration. (Y/N) grabbed his wrist, twisting and pulling his arm. The momentum caused the boy to fell face forward. (Y/N) still holding his arm twisted, “Now, dear, you’ll apologize and promise that you’ll never speak of Idia that way. Then get out of my face or else..” — “Yes ma’am!” The boy did as he was told.

Idia couldn’t guess in a million years that his goody two shoes girlfriend was capable of pulling this stunt. What he saw right now made him think the fighter beautiful ladies in anime. It was like a dream come true for him.

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Malleus Draconia

People feared Malleus for a really long time that he couldn’t remember anything else.

People avoided and tend to talk behind his back yet those didn’t reach insult level.

Who was stupid enough to dare that?

Malleus asked (Y/N) if she wanted to explore Diasomnia dorm and hear about the gargoyles of Diasomnia.

Of course she would love it. She loves when Malleus goes on about gargoyles for hours. And she is the only member in his club. Plus nightly strolls are their dates.

“He has no friends and no body loves him. For goodness’ sake, his intimating aura makes rest of dorm unapproachable! Can’t he just be gone already!?”

No genius is needed to know who that Diasomnia student was talking about.

Malleus’ mood turned sour immediately. He could curse that boy but this would only prove those wretched rumors.

(Y/N) finds Malleus’ sulking face extremely attractive (he is too attractive to be real) but no one has any right to upset her beloved.

“I’m about to end this man’s whole career.”

“Dear, wait me here. I’ll be back in a minute.”

Off (Y/N) went to defend Malleus’ honor.

“Hi there! Couldn’t help but hear you. Have you ever thought you have no friends because you’re an ass?” — “Who do you think you are? Oh it’s you.” — “It’s me Mario!” — “Huh???”

“Now now, let’s talk shall we? All you do is complain yet you don’t do anything to improve anything. You hold others accountable when you fail while there is no one but you to blame. You’re so wrapped in your tiny bubble that you can’t see outside world. That’s what small minded people do. Whoever told you to be yourself simply couldn’t give you any worse advice.” The guy was left speechless, gaping like a fish out of water. “Close your mouth or else you might swallow a fly.”

(Y/N) went back to Malleus side, winking at him. His heart skipped a beat, thinking this was such a queen act. Defending her beloved with her words. To be fair, Malleus finds everything (Y/N) does a fitting trait for a queen, the way she rambles, snorts, breaths, smiles...

Malleus only wishes he met (Y/N) ages ago.

#riddle rosehearts #leona kingscholar #azul ashengrotto #kalim al asim #vil schoenheit #idia shroud #malleus draconia #savanaclaw #octavinelle #scarabia #pomefiore #ignihyde #diasomnia #prefect #female reader #headcanons #heartslabyul

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