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xnchxntmxnt · 2 years

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Hi <3

Is it okay if I join ur event hehehe

I shall pull a 5 star (because it never happens.) with Miya Atsumu + you are the best thing that has happened to me 🤭

Tysm and I rly like ur event it’s so cute hrianakjskaks

Have a nice day <333

you are the best thing in my life

thanks for joining! had a lot of fun w this - danny

Fandom: Haikyuu

Characters: Atsumu Miya

Warnings: post timeskip atsumu. Brief food mention. Tsumu being a dork and in love

Notes: Ugh i know the pain ,,, hate pulling for 5*s (diluc come home when). Also i dont know why i dont write atsumu more often i love this dork and i always have so much fun w his character

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Atsumu grinned.

This was one of the biggest games of his career.

He just set up the winning shot—a perfect cross-court shot by one of his teammates and best friends, Bokuto.

There were tens of thousands of people in the stands cheering for him.

But that wasn’t why he was smiling so wide.

It didn’t matter that the buzzer went off, marking the end of their final set and their win. The moment that ref’s whistle blew, he found you in the crowd.

You. his shining jewel; his good luck charm. Sakusa complained when he talked about you all the time and Shoyo asked when he was going to get a relationship like you had. It was so…perfect.

Perfect didn’t mean without flaws, surprisingly. You argued and got into petty fights; he made stupid decisions, as did you, but you worked through it. Together. Three long years proved to each other just how committed you were and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

So when the whistle blew, he scanned for you in the crowd. When you locked eyes, he smiled wide as could be.

You mouthed a quick “I love you” before continuing your cheers. There you were, cheering for him—it seemed impossible with the volume of the stadium but he could hear you over everyone else.

He declined Meian’s invite for celebratory drinks, preferring to rush out the door to the locker room and get home as fast as possible. Luckily, he decided not to carpool with anyone.

There was always a lot of waiting around after games—waiting for everyone to finish changing, talking to reporters, final team meeting before they were excused by the coach. He knew you wouldn’t wait for him through all that. Years ago he made you promise to not bother. He’d meet you at home. And that he did.

He opened the door, kicked off his shoes unceremoniously, and called for you. “Baby! I’m home!”

Fast footsteps sounded in the hallway, and the next thing he knew, he was flying into the (now closed) door behind him. You pounced on him in a giant hug which he returned with as much energy he could muster.

“I’m so proud of you!” you said as you pulled away, grabbing his face and kissing his nose. “Tsumu, that game was amazing. You did so well.”

He smiled. “Thank ya, angel. I appreciate that you came.”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world, you know that.”

Atsumu hummed in reply, leaning in for his hello kiss. Almost as energetic as the hug, you kissed him back. The two of you slowed down and it turned softer—him gently holding your face and your arms around his waist.

“I hate ta pull away from ya, sweetheart, but I need a shower and then bed. I’m tired,” he mumbled against your lips.

You laughed quietly, leaving another quick kiss on his nose. “Get going. You want something to eat?”

“Somethin’ light, maybe, if ya don’t mind.”

“Not at all.”

He kissed you again and walked off, heading back to the bathroom to wash up. Even three years later, he still got giddy from your kisses and smile. You really were the best thing that ever happened to him, weren’t you?

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kulliare · 1 year

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if you’re still doing the ask meme, 16 and 25!

yes i am thank u 🐈

16. you can’t understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)

i don’t love really dramatic characters that induce secondhand cringe (jartin from frogs in the building) or characters that are consistently so incompetent/stupid others have to fix their mess. i feel like connor from succ might fall into that but i haven’t watched the show. and i’m sure the Trio all falls into this trope in some way but if it’s ur main character trait i dont find it endearing or anything i just get pissed

25. common fandom complaint ur sick of hearing

anything around shipping discourse just tires me out. i think it’s bc it’s usually under the realm of ‘oh this ship is good/isn’t bad’ but i think it’s really hard to convince others and usually it’s impossible and everyone gets mad for some reason after bc somehow everyone is insulting each other after.

i’m petty like everyone else and i’m happy i have a tiny blog so i can occasionally post salt tho so i get it. i will never get 500 followers or so lol but if i do i just. i think i would enjoy this website less i’ve seen the takes some popular blogs get and their nice responses even if the q was insane and it’s like, I AM NOT DOING CUSTOMER SERVICE IN MY HOUSE / BLOG.

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vivithefolle · 2 years

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Right, so, recently, I had a freak-out over the Romione Discord which wasn’t exactly private but also kind of was at the same time...? Short story is, someone said something that upset me and I went into full-blown histrionics and refused to back down and continued to spiral out of both anger, pride and pettiness - I was an actual cunt.

I’m not going to come up with excuses for why I was upset. We all have stuff that upset us every day and most people manage to go through it without being total assholes about it.

Right. So, this was the acknowledgement that I’m an asshole. Henceforth, I’ll proceed to be an asshole. This is a personal blog, this is my space on the Internet. So I’m allowed to be a self-centred entitled bitch on it.

I joined the Romione server to share my idea of Romione, see if maybe I could convince a few people to write it another way.

Because truth be told I’m tired of the way it’s written. There’s definitely been some progress, sure, it isn’t all “lololol Ron is a dumb-dumb good thing Hermione likes him, right?? :)))” but there’s still so much that bothers me.

What right do I have to complain about this? None, I know. Why don’t I hit the back button if the stories are so frustrating to read? Because I don’t like to let a task unfinished, to the point that I can (and actually have) fail to sleep properly if I didn’t reply to some comment my brain deemed I had to answer to.

I just want to read stories that actually address what fucked-up things Hermione did and have her swear to never do them again - I just want somefuckingbody else to understand that what she did wasn't okay. That when she attacks Ron physically, yes, it’s “because she’s a jealous teenager”, but that in itself shouldn’t be enough. Teenagers absolutely do crazy shit, and they don’t need to be jealous for it. Teenagers play stupid games in which they risk their own lives because they believe themselves invincible.

People will readily believe that Ron won’t ever improve to the point that a basher once told me “oh but Ron hit Malfoy when he was 11 so he clearly has the markings of someone violent”. Somehow that logic is never applied to Hermione. Why does Hermione get the benefit of the doubt? Why does Hermione get the “hey she was a teenager don’t be mean to her :(” but Ron somehow doesn’t warrant this in the eyes of the fandom at large?

Yes, Hermione was a teenager. Yes, teenagers do crazy shit. But that doesn’t make what she did ok. That doesn’t excuse what she did, that shouldn’t be brushed aside like it never happened. Let’s be better than Rowling. Let’s do better than fucking Rowling and her outdated, sexist ideas.

I guess part of it is that I can see a lot of myself in Hermione. The way I behaved on the Romione server? Like, trying to prove myself right above all else, so focused on my own “mission” that I forgot I was talking to actual people? That’s Lavender’s bunny, that’s “it’s the morning of Dumbledore’s funeral and you must be very upset Harry but I just wanted to tell you I WAS RIGHT ALL ALONG THE BOOK YOU LIKED SO MUCH WAS EVIL HOW BOUT THAT”, that’s very Hermione of me.

... and yet, people will rightly call me out over them. People will criticize me for it. I will hate myself for it once the fog clears and I’ve stopped being a humongous dick.

But Hermione will get “she was a teenager :o” and poof! it’s all well and forgotten. Like the moment you turn 20 the “teenager” switch in your brain switches on OFF and you’re suddenly a mature reasonable adult that NEVER would do such CHILDISH THINGS ever again. Don’t we all know better by now? Don’t we just... know it’s not like this, and that there’s stuff you have to unpack, and that it actually does take effort to unpack that stuff? Can we just recognize that it... does take effort? That it can’t be waved off with a “oh she’ll stop someday :)” like it’s something... “normal” kids do? It’s not. It shouldn’t be.

I don’t even know why I’m so angry over this except maybe... so I should’ve been just completely apeshit as a teen, is that what you’re saying? Gosh, I wasted all my formative years trying to be “mature” like the adults were so quick to say I was, instead I should just have fucking ran around hitting those who pissed me off because you know, I’d have a get-out-of-jail-free card in my being a teenager!

People will tell me “but we know Hermione is not perfect!!”, but... do we really? Do we?

I’ve used the “haha silly Ron” trope in my little one-shot Young love, Old love. But I wrote it to subvert the usual “ANGRY CAVEMAN RON GOES RAAH WHEN HIS PRECIOUS ROSIE DATES SCORPIUS GRRR” trope. Counteracting one trope with another. I wanted to present a twist on the tired old cliché in like 80% of Scorose stories. And even though it rode on a “haha silly Ron” premise, I did my best to turn it around into a “aww Ron” story. Meanwhile, the story I wrote with a “Hermione is confident she’s right but turns out she was grossly mistaken” premise, Conjecture, has once been accused of Hermione-bashing. Just so we know how deep the rabbit hole goes...

I’m constantly thinking of ways to subvert popular tropes of the Romione fandom. Because I want better. I want the fandom to be better. I don’t want “she was a teenager :)” anymore. Because, yes, I’ve been a teenager, thank you, and as a teenager, I can guarantee you I didn’t have an army of fangirls and fanboys ready to defend me at any cost against the slightest bit of criticism. I had to deal with the criticism alone, like we all do. I had to make excuses for myself, like we all do. I had to confront the fact that I’m an asshole. Like we all hopefully do. And rinse and repeat, every time my anger and righteous indignation gets the better of me.

Because when Hermione’s traits get praised as “mature”... the over-the-top diligence and despair at not completing an assignment on time? That’s not maturity, that’s never maturity. That’s a one-way ticket to intensive therapy in ten years when you’re supposed to be a functioning adult, but have been told all your life you were “mature” and so didn’t need those silly things like having friends, knowing how to socialize and how to talk to people like you’re not lording over them! I was already as mature as an adult, so the adults told me, so I had that adulting thing in the bag! And then I didn’t.

I guess I’m selfish. “Why her, and why not me? Why does she get praised and I’m criticized while we’re doing the exact same things?” And it’s funny, really, it’s so funny in a despicably ironic way because I’ve been in this exact situation before. Their coldness and haughtiness was maturity, my upset and pain were a sign that I just wasn’t mature enough to handle their wisdom. When I say I’ve been Hermione and I’ve been Ron, I’m not kidding. But unlike theirs, my story doesn’t end on a well-earned happy marriage after all the shit they went through. I’m fractured, torn between the self-righteous Hermione and the convenient punching-bag Ron. And through always arguing against the self-righteous, always arguing in favour of the convenient punching-bag, I’m learning to advocate for myself... that’s what my therapist says, at least.

Yes, I want stories that cater to my specific tastes that aren’t all written by me. When I see yet another “Ron comforts Hermione” story I can’t help but sigh. Like, yeah, we know Ron is hella supportive and adorable and we love him for that, but when is it “Hermione comforts Ron, and not in a weird infantilizing way or not by saying ‘I’m right, of course I am, I’m always right :)’“ because I read fiction to escape my shitty reality, not to be reminded of it? When you look at all those Romione stories that have Ron go “I’m sorry Hermione I’m sorry Hermione I’m sorry Hermione” while Hermione will do “oh, maybe I did cross a line here I suppose”... I mean, sure it’s consistent with their characters, but it sure doesn’t help when everyone sings you the praises of that story like they’ve got the little baby Jesus on their knee meanwhile you feel like there’s a problem with Ron gaslighting himself while Hermione gets off scot-free as usual.

Yeah, all that to say... I’m frustrated. I’m frustrated because I don’t find what I’m looking for. Because some things about the way these characters are being written rub me the wrong way, dare I say trigger me, because of exactly how personal those characters are for me. Because I perceive an injustice, a fundamental injustice, in the way Ron always has the worst assumed of him except when it’s time to make him Hermione’s wonderful perfect sex toy, while Hermione always gets the best assumed of her and when she doesn’t it’s all ok because “she’s a teenager :)”. It’s... this weird complacency, this feeling of normalcy about something that shouldn’t be considered normal.

Yes, I’m advocating for fictional characters. Yes, it’s pointless. Yes, it’s useless. Yes, it’s a losing battle; there’s one of me VS the entire conception and perception of these characters in the whole of goddamn pop culture.

Yes, it’s entitled. Yes, it’s selfish. Yes, it’s stupid.

But that’s me. Overly attached, wanting better. Getting upset. A fool full of sound and fury and who has no idea how to actually use it.

Just... needed to let some stuff out.

#reblog #personal #personal vent #romione #fanfiction #harry potter fanfiction

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neganium · 2 years

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Completely petty rant about bullshit nobody but me cares about under the cut.

Sometimes it is just. Annoying. The things people say? Like there was this person claiming to be the only person in the English fandom for a series that liked a certain character, right? Except that that is blatantly not true. Also they have a weird animosity towards the main character of that same series, going as far as claiming to hate him (jokingly, supposedly, at least partially, but god it is exhausting to see that shit all the damn time???), but also repeatedly state how good they are about not bringing that up- except they literally just did, in the tags that they surely know most people read, right?? And I can kind of get their issue with that character, sort of, but it has nothing to do with the character themselves, and... really, if they hate the character that much, then stop consuming the content? Or at least talking about how much you don’t like them (even in a joking fashion that really doesn’t feel like joking), then patting yourself on the back for how good you are at not bringing up how much you don’t like this character. Like the show is literally named for the character, people who like them are going to see it if you keep posting in the main tag about it, which is a major fandom no-no- really it’s just fucking rude. They know it’s rude yet they keep doing it anyways. Yes I am absolutely getting pissy about a literal child tagging their “joking” hate of my favorite character whom the series literally revolves around so that god and everyone can see it; I’ve already decided to block them so we don’t have to see each other anymore and I know better than to harangue them directly over something so petty and stupid, so fuckin sue me, yeah??

It was just... a “straw that broke the camel’s back” kind of situation, where I’m just fed up with dealing with it. I talked to them about it before, which is how I know they know what they’re doing is... kind of rude, at best. It doesn’t help that the English-speaking side of the fandom is very small and isolated, so their talking about it is actually mostly what I see whenever I go into the tag these days. I tried to be polite about it, bc it’s honestly how they feel the rest of the fandom feels about one of their favorite characters from the same series- which. Again, really isn’t true; they must’ve found the one small pocket of people who just really didn’t care for that character at all- I’m kind of in the opposite situation, though it’s seldom a problem for me. I dunno. It’s stupid, but I’m tired, and I just don’t want to see jokes (that again, don’t really feel like jokes) about how much they specifically hate my favorite character for really weird reasons unrelated to the character themselves. I’ve had enough. I’m tired (unrelated to this but also probably exacerbating my emotions regarding it a little bit).

#god this was a really stupid vent post huh?#I'm just kind of tired and therefore snippy tonight #I refuse to address them directly about the problem bc I can't trust myself not to at least be snappish about it #and I'm not gonna yell at a literal kid; man; I'm not THAT heinous (or I try NOT to be)#plus it's literally only a problem for me specifically; at least as far as I'm aware #I just. you can't keep talking about how good you are at not talking about smth #bc then you're *talking about it*; my guy; it defeats the purpose!!

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siminiecricketart · 3 years

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Hmmmm

#still can’t stop thinking about the fact that I mentioned a certain someone was involved with some awful shit on here last year #and someone told a certain big artist about it in this fandom #who then proceeded to message me and explain why this person wasn’t in the wrong #and it caused me so much anxiety I deleted my tumblr #obvs I have them blocked on all social media but they’re a massive artist #and I still get super anxious about it :)#anyways the person who took that info to them has caused me so much anxiety too #but yah :)#it’s why I’ve backed away from fandom because I am tired of shitty people #they made a story about it and a tweet about it so I feel sick again #and now have them blocked there so I don’t see these posts :))#but overall I think one too many people in this fandom have caused me way too much stress #so I just don’t think I want to make art for pjo anymore #I’m just tired of stupid petty things in this fandom #anyways I’ve needed to vent for some time to be honest #because it’s just been too much for me to deal with #been so upset for weeks that I mentioned something out of concern for my friends #and some wan decided to throw me under the bus to someone I used to admire

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androidsandais · 2 years

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I really, really debated saying anything about this at all because I HONESTLY do not want to get involved at all. But this whole thing has me sick to my stomach, and I feel like I HAVE to denounce the stuff I’m seeing in the “I have no mouth” tag.

Currently there’s a callout post on the tag. It said to come to your own opinion after reading it. I did, and looked into the allegations, and honestly I disagree with it. Additionally, I personally have just seen a LOT of people arguing about characters in the tag lately. As far as I can tell, most of these people posting are minors, and I think it’s stupid and a waste of time to argue with teens on the internet. Let them be mad or complain. I am not going to get involved.

That said I DESPISE petty fandom drama and I also despise callout posts when they’re mostly just aimed at people the poster just doesn’t like. ESPECIALLY when people in the posts are still teens themselves or only very recently became legal adults.

On this post, there were really serious accusations made with no evidence, and I really don’t understand the end point of all of this.

This whole thing just seems like drama for drama’s sake. It comes off as bullying to me.

If you disagree, okay. Im not trying to start shit, I just felt extremely frustrated and wanted to say that I denounce all of this stuff. It, and the increase of teens and minors posting in the tag, are reason I’m taking a break from the tag and won’t be posting for a while. Moving forward I’ll be blocking minors from following this blog as well, and will be marking it as having potentially sensitive material to try and deter people under 18 from following me.

I’m sure there are people who will think I’m a “gross adult” for not agreeing with a callout. And honestly, okay. But as far as I can see, it’s teens/young 20 year olds that are mostly arguing on the tag (independent of the callout) and like…I’m not getting into drama where minors could be involved. I don’t have the energy to care or get any more involved in people arguing online over fiction.

I love literary analysis. I love overanalyzing and overthinking media.

But Y’all. It’s a short story from the 60’s.

It’s not worth this much angst.

TLDR: there’s too much drama in the tag, and I guess, “community” now, and I’m tired of it. After observing the situation it comes off as really just people acting like bullies to me. Minors will be blocked from this blog when I come back around to posting.

Don’t try to get me on anyone’s “side” I don’t want to listen to someone argue at me, and I don’t owe you my time. I’m not gonna debate you.

Absolutely do not UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCE contact or argue or bother anyone involved in this. My whole point of this post is to say, I’ve been watching this happen, and I DON’T want to be involved.

Sorry. There’s a lot going on in my life right now, and I can’t deal with this petty fandom shit on top of this.

#skulltalks #androids and ais related #going on hiatus #will bump once in the morning and then I'm leaving for a bit.

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persepholline · 3 years

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I've read that article about the romanticization of the Darkling and while I absolutely understand people who are pissed off/sad and I agree that it's shitty, I find LB's attitude towards Darkles stans very funny in a "girl what are you doing" sort of way because it's so petty like I've never heard of a bestselling author writing a portion of their fans into their books as a crazy cult before, it clearly hit a nerve

I'm new to the fandom but the feeling I get is she wrote something problematic ten years ago and became very embarrassed about it afterwards so she turned on the fans that liked it as a way to absolve herself. Especially since fandoms in general have become a lot more focused on discussion of what constitutes healthy/acceptable relationships to write about. And in a way I get it I had a huge Twilight phase in high school and afterwards I was super embarassed about it because of how problematic and cringe it was. But now with distance and more maturity I'm able to both still see why it was problematic and also why I was drawn to it (mostly the very unhinged representation of female desire) and like...it's really not the end of the world and no it never made me believe that breaking into somebody's room at night to watch them sleep was actually ok in real life lmao. This feels so obvious to me but apparently it needs to be said.

(More under the break this is turning into an essay, I've been thinking of this a lot recently)

And of course it's good to have these discussions about how historically romance tropes have echoed social dynamics of men's shitty behavior being romanticized and excused. But these days they often are so simplistic and focused on chasing clout that they become this weird new puritanism and moral panic about oh now women are reading novels it's going to make them hysterical or something

So you have these weird assumptions that you can't like a character and also be critical of their actions, or enjoy certain parts of a character and not others, or wish they were written differently and like them more for their potential (which I'm sure stings a bit for an author lol) - it assumes that if you like a character it means you would approve of their actions in real life, or that people just stupidly reproduce whatever they see on TV. That tendency to treat fictional characters like real people is the thing that actually worries me, to be honest, because it indicates a lack of distance and critical capacities regarding how stories are used and received. But people - fans and authors - are so scared of being called out as problematic and harassed for it that they're going to shy away from any nuance.

And yeah I think that it's good that standards of what constitutes an ideal relationship are evolving and becoming more feminist and communicative and all that and we definitely need more of that. But not all fiction has to be aspirational! Sometimes you just want to read about fucked up shit, because it's cathartic or fascinating, even healing at times because with fiction you are absolutely in control and can choose when to close the book. Toxic relationships in fiction can have an appeal specifically because they go to extremes of feeling that we don't want to go to in reality, in exactly the same way as horror movies or very violent action movies - which I don't see a lot of people besides fundamentalist Christians argue that they turn you into violent psychopaths (and that feels very obviously sexist). And for women, who are often taught growing up that love is the purpose of life, the "saving someone with your ability to love" can be a power fantasy in the same way that being a buff superhero who saves the day with their capacity for incredible violence can be a power fantasy for men. Still doesn't mean those women are going to fall in love with actual murderers or that those men are going to start beating up people at night. And love is scary, and weird, and weirdly close to horror at times, with all the potential for loss of self and being vulnerable and overwhelming feelings and potential for being horribly hurt and it should be possible for stories to explore that without anybody screaming about how this is going to Corrupt the Youth or something

And I mean I get it LB wanted to write a cautionary tale for teenagers, but it just did not work for reasons a lot of people have already written about - the fact that the Darkling is the leader of an oppressed minority and is the only one with a real political agenda to end that oppression in the first trilogy, the fact that he helps Alina come into her own power while her endgame LI is someone she keeps herself small for, that she's shamed for wanting power after growing up without any, a generally very wonky conception of privilege, and a lot of other stuff with yucky regressive implications to the point where stanning the villain actually feels liberating and empowering which is a surefire sign that the narrative is broken (unless it's a villain focused story lmao). But of course that Fanside article makes almost no mention of the political dynamics, it's all about interpersonal stuff which is an annoying trend in YA, there are those massive events happening in the background but it's made all about the feelings of the hero(ine) ; war as a self-development quest (which is kind of gross). Helnik is kind of an example of this too - I like them, I think they're fun ! But Matthias spends a big part of the story wanting to brutally murder Nina and her kind, and he mostly changes his mind because he finds her hot. Like you don't feel there is some sort of big revelation that his entire moral system and political framework is completely rotten ; it's all better because of feelings now.

As a teenager that kind of sanctimonious bullshit would have annoyed the hell out of me ; I read those books in my early twenties and I found the ending so stupid I wouldn't have trusted any message or life lessons coming from them. And I liked reading/watching dark stuff as a teenager, as a way to deal with the very intense inner turmoil I was dealing with - and I turned out fine ! Meanwhile I've seen several times women in very shitty relationships being obsessed with positive energies and stories ; they were so terrified of their life not being perfectly wholesome they ended up being delusional about their own situations.

Like personally I think the Darkling is a compelling, interesting, alluring character and also a manipulative, murderous piece of shit and that Alina should get to punish him (like in a sexy way) - but he's also the end result of centuries of war, oppression and trauma and reducing that to "toxic wounded boy" feels kind of offensive ngl ESPECIALLY since the books don't offer any kind of systemic analysis or response to oppression beyond "the bad guy should die" and "now the king/queen is a good guy our problems are solved!!!!"

In Lives of the Saints, we see how Yuri is abused extremely badly and almost killed by his father, and so when his father dies when the Fold swallows Novokribirsk, he thinks the Starless Saint has saved him. Later in KoS/RoW he's turned into this fanatic who explains away all the Darkling's crimes. The other followers talk about how the Starless Saint will bring equality for all men. Then the Darkling comes back and actually thinks his followers are pathetic, which feels again like a very pointed message to his IRL stans. Which is absolutely hilarious to me. Like oh no, if he was real he would not like you and think you're pathetic ! Yeah ...but he's not. Real. Damn right he would not like the fics where Alina puts him on a leash. I'm still going to read them. What is he going to do about it, jump out of the page ? Jfjfjjdhfgfjfj

Anyway I think the intended message is "assholes will use noble political causes for their own gain and to manipulate people" and "being abused/oppressed is not an excuse to behave badly." Which. Sure. But that's kind of like...a tired take, honestly ? A big number of villains nowadays are like this ; either they've been bullied as kids, or they're part of an oppressed group, or they have "good ideals but too extreme". This is not surprising because a lot of mainstream heroic narratives present clinging to the status quo as Good and change as chaotic and dangerous. And like sure in real life people often do bad shit because they're wounded and in danger. But if you want to do a story like that, you have to do it with nuance, talk about cycles of violence, about how society creates vulnerable people to be exploited, about how privilege gives you more choices and the luxury of morals, etc. The Grishaverse does not have this level of nuance (maybe in SoC a little bit but definitely not in TGT). So it kind of comes off as "trauma makes you evil" and "egalitarianism is dangerous" and "if you're abused/oppressed you're not allowed to fight back". And ignores the fact that historically, evil generally comes from unchecked privilege.

I guess my point is that there are many things I like about LB's writing, she knows how to create these really exciting character dynamics, and the world she has created is fascinating. But these stories are not a great starting point for imparting moral lessons. And her best characters tend to be, at least in canon, the morally grey ones. I hope one day she'll be at peace with the fact that she wrote the Darkling the way she did and leave his fans alone but in the meantime I'm just not going to take this whole thing seriously I'm sorry

#darklina #the darkling #alina starkov #aleksander morozova

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zosonils-art · 3 years

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Do you have a robot master OC (of the eight plus Drum) that you’d say is your favorite? If you haven’t done an infodump for them yet then you should do that one next

i couldn't choose a favourite if i tried, i love them all, but since you mentioned drum i thought i'd give her some new art and a proper dedicated post too! infodrump [ayyy] under the cut

drum, serial number SWN-002, is my take on the popular [????? i'm still a bit of a mega man fandom newbie i don't know hjdfn] 'wily equivalent to roll' oc template! she keeps things running at the various castles and fortresses and hideouts and whatever else her dad holes up in, whether that's by doing housework, planning schemes, or dodging taxes. whenever wily is trying to take over the world, drum acts as his second-in-command, ensuring that everything goes according to plan and ordering around the latest group of robot masters

she's every bit the edgy mid-00s teenager she looks: sarcastic, apathetic, and always talking back to her dad. she's more obedient than bass is, but she doesn't care for her job at all and will resort to any flimsy excuse or act of malicious compliance she can come up with to slack off. due to her purpose as an organiser and commander, she's a bossy control freak who's quick to anger when things don't go exactly her way, although when she's off work the worst of these traits recede in favour of more conventional teenage apathy. she sees herself as above the time and effort it takes to go out of her way to be mean to people like wily and bass tend to do, but she's equally uninterested in being nice on purpose and her default attitude is squarely on the nastier side

when she doesn't have work to focus on - and sometimes when she does anyway - drum is the lead vocalist and guitarist in a garage band, of which she is [currently - a friend's ocs get involved later, but that's a whole different post] the only member. i'm not good with music terms but she's into whatever genre stuff like wake me up inside and crawling in my skin is [i know those aren't the names hdfjf it's just the words i know people will recognise]. the sort with the crunchy guitar and the very loud lyrics about being sad and/or angry. playing or blasting music helps her to calm down when she's in a bad mood, which is pretty much all the time. the first warning sign of a new wily plot is a spike in search popularity for my chemical romance

i haven't gotten around to designing it, but drum has a non-armoured form like most of the other more explicitly kid-like robots, which she mostly uses for loitering around malls when she has an excuse to not be at home. she rarely buys anything, just hangs out and radiates an aura that makes suburban white women hurry their three kids into the next shop. drum often ends up hanging out with like-minded teens in the same vague area of the goth/punk/emo venn diagram she occupies, and makes a bit of a game out of seeing how honest she can be about her life without revealing that she's one of the world's most wanted robots. she tells herself that it's just something she does out of boredom and curiosity towards humans, but it mostly stems from loneliness and the desire to have literally any friends that aren't her brother's dog

as a sort of contrast to the healthy and positive relationship between their lightbot counterparts, drum and bass absolutely DESPISE each other and make no secret of it. each of them thinks of the other as an insufferable prick and they'll get into petty arguments over just about anything, from whose turn it is on the xbox to who treble loves more. [for the record, it's drum. she lets him hang out in the kitchen while she's cooking and sneaks him food scraps when bass isn't looking. he's the only family member she has an even remotely positive relationship with.] pretty much the only thing that can get them to stop fighting is mutual hatred of a bigger prick, and so far the only person to consistently get them to put their differences aside like this is wily himself - as much as the wily kids hate each other, they hate their dad just a little more, and have a history of teaming up just to mess with him. sometimes mega man can spark that spiteful cooperation, but drum's total apathy towards the light-wily family rivalry means she usually sees him as not worth her time and just finds bass' obsession with beating him even more annoying

drum wasn't made for combat, and as such she doesn't have a signature weapon or any fancy tricks like the copy chip. usually she just orders other robots to do the fighting for her. however, she is equipped with a standard arm-mounted buster, and can hold her own in battle with a 'fight smarter, not harder' approach if she has to. she's also outfitted with the same treble adapter that bass has, so if she's backed into a corner she can call on him for a power boost. treble is capable of supporting both adapters simultaneously, so as an absolute last resort they can all combine into treble-boosted drum & bass, who theoretically has all the combat power of bass plus the strategic thinking from drum and the boost in power from treble. in practice, though, drum and bass are so at odds with each other that they can barely hold together in the same body without either fighting for control or outright splitting apart to argue harder. again, it takes a lot of spite to get them to work together, but if something draws their combined ire and convinces them to cooperate they're an utterly terrifying force to be reckoned with

the game idea i vaguely have in my mind would feature drum as the final-not-final boss before wily reveals he was the mastermind behind it all and surprises absolutely nobody. she was put in charge of the latest world domination attempt, probably as the result of a 'why don't YOU take over the world if you're so smart' conversation, and in true drum fashion she follows a standard wily plot outline to the letter - including the blatant flaws, like all eight of her chosen robot masters forming a rock-paper-scissors wheel just begging to be exploited by the copy chip, and making a clear path from just outside the death fortress to her base of operations. after she's defeated in combat, she sarcasically wonders aloud how mega man could have possibly bested her plan and then helpfully points rock directly to wily's castle. she didn't wanna do the stupid scheme in the first place

again, i love all my ocs too much to possibly choose a favourite, but i'd say drum was the most fun to come up with if only because i had the help of some mates in a discord server. someone was like 'hey if there's bass is there a roll equivalent called drum or something lol' and i SPRINTED to microsoft paint to rough out a character design and the next entire day was just a constant stream of all of us bouncing ideas off each other and creating the meanest girl in the universe. her design changed a little bit from the initial sketch, most notably she used to have the half-shaved hairstyle that every gay person tries at some point before that changed to a midpoint between phoenix wright and sonic the hedgehog, but overall everything about her as a character flowed really well from the start. while she's fallen mostly into my hands since the initial brainstorm, she absolutely wouldn't exist without those friends' input and i feel that that's important to mention!

i'm very tired and i've been working on this on and off for the past day so i'm gonna call the infodrump finished here - thanks for giving me the excuse to talk about her! unfiltered and transparent versions of the art below as always

#i already talked about drum in my first post about her long long ago but i think she deserves a new infodump #zos draws #mega man #mega man oc #robot master oc #drum wily #zos talks #zos answers #aprofessionallurker #man there's so much art i gotta do of her. gotta draw her civilian form and her treble boost AND treble-boosted d&b eventually

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spade-riddles · 3 years

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Submission:

Do antis and ex-Kaylors ever stop to think about how their perception of Karlie makes no sense?

We all know Jerklie is fake. But he’s toxic to her reputation now, and she could easily beard for someone else. So why wouldn’t she?

“But she likes Jerk” - I mean, does she? Because she looks dead behind the eyes during their pap walks. She’s been caught on camera arguing with him multiple times (1975 concert, 4th July party, etc) and it’s clear he keeps springing stuff on her she didn’t agree too, and resents. The sheer weirdness of the “wedding” PR rollout attests to that. Just look at her miserable face eating cake on the floor. I’m not exactly feeling the love here. Yeah, she slings her arm around him in a picture, but Taylor used to be just as OTT with the PDA with Calvin, and we all know she hated him. Pictures prove nothing.

“But Jerk is rich and well-connected and that’s why she sticks with him” - oh please. The Kushers are as sham rich as their in-laws. We joke all the time about how crappy Jerk is at business. Karlie is charming and well-connected in her own right. I struggle to believe she couldn’t find better business partners. Maybe she has poor management, but the number one reason for that is her connection to Jerk. Better management won’t touch her while she’s connected to him. They can’t sell this version of her.

The smart move for her career would be to dump him. If she’s so fame hungry and self-centered, why hasn’t she? Are we really supposed to believe Karlie would be selfish and cruel enough to put her career over Taylor … but not over Jerk? How does that even make sense? It doesn’t!

“Karlie toys with Kaylors because we’re the only fans she has left” - does not compute. First because Kaylor fandom is tiny now, and the subset of Kaylors who believe they’re still together (and pay attention to Karlie) is even tinier. It wouldn’t be worth her while to use us for financial gain. Half the Kaylors who even support her on Tumblr have made it clear they won’t be buying from her Adidas line or supporting her other endeavors until she leaves Jerk. There just isn’t any money to be made from us, pure and simple.

“Okay, then Karlie TROLLS Kaylors because she hates us and wants to make us look stupid!” - I mean, looking at the venom we send her way I doubt she loves us anymore. But why would she bother trolling us? It’s so unbelievably petty, and she never seemed to be that. Maybe I have her character all wrong, but even if I do … wouldn’t she get tired of it eventually? All the “trolling” ever does is bring more hate down on her head and reduce the amount of people willing to pay attention to her in future. It’s shooting herself in the foot.

Most of the people who get excited by her hints are the well-intentioned fans who want her to be free and happy. If her relationship with Jerk is fake (as it obviously is) then why would she be so full of hate for fans who only wish her well? You may as well say Taylor stunts with Toe because she “hates” Gaylors and wants to troll us. Why do we always give Taylor the benefit of the doubt and assume there were 1001 pivots on the road to her coming out, but with Karlie, we always assume the worst?

“Kaylor broke up and Karlie is just trying to stay relevant by mining the Taylor connection!” - yeah, I don’t know how to tell you this, but if a tree falls in the forest and only a tiny subset of internet fans notice it, it’s not staying relevant. Karlie wearing a rainbow sweater the day Fearless comes out is only interesting to us. Literally no-one else cares! These kind of obscure hints aren’t going to get her headlines or jobs.

Also, if Karlie really cared that much about using the Taylor thing for fame, there are a million better ways to do it. She could post throwback pics of their “friendship”. She could mention her all the time in interviews. Taylor is in a quiet phase with the media, and NDAs don’t cover EVERYTHING. As long as Karlie didn’t actually lie or expose their relationship as more than a friendship, there are a lot of ways she could have continued to tie herself to Taylor for publicity, and Taylor couldn’t do anything about it. But mostly Karlie hasn’t done that. Instead, she went dark. How does that fit?

Also, if they did break up, there is nothing to stop Karlie coming out. She’s good friends with Cara Delevingne. She could get loads of headlines about Cara “helping her find the courage to come out” or “helping her realize her sexuality”. She could be linked to other famous women. If Karlie was OUT, people would speculate like crazy about her being an ex of Taylor Swift’s, even if NDAs meant she couldn’t talk about it. If publicity was all Karlie wanted, she could have plenty of it. If she came out as bi, she could even go back to bearding later. It hasn’t stopped Julienne Hough, Harry Styles, or a bazillion other Hollywood celebs.

But instead she puts all her energy into presenting this image of herself as super straight. WHY?

You know who really needs Karlie to be straight right now? And to have always been straight, and in love with the same guy the whole time they knew each other?

TAYLOR.

If Karlie is married to Jerk and had “his” baby, then the Jerklie relationship was real all along. That’s what people will think. Kaylors are just a bunch of deluded, intrusive shippers on the internet. TAYLOR needs people to believe this. There is no other woman she can be convincingly linked to right now, and it’s hard for her to stunt with Toe, for a lot of reasons. One is that she picked a British beard and then an international pandemic hit, whoops! Another is that she set up this whole “private love story” idea with him. And anyway, its been four years. If she starts stunting more hardcore with Toe there are only so many stunts left to pull. If Karlie wasn’t “married” to Jerk right now, I GUARANTEE we would be seeing a Toe engagement.

Karlie is doing the heavy lifting for Taylor. It’s obvious to me.

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gallickingun · 3 years

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ding, dong, the witch is dead!

honestly, who didn’t see this coming? lol. but, anyway. i guess this is goodbye! i’ll ramble more below the cut, but just know that over the next couple of days, i’ll be exporting my blog so i can keep what i want, and then this will be the only post left here.

thank you to everyone who i’ve had the privilege of meeting, and those of you who have been so kind as to leave lovely notes on my works, and interact with me over our silly anime crushes. i really appreciate all the kindness i’ve been shown in the anime fandom. some of my best friends i’ve met through this stupid app, but overall, it’s just not a healthy space for me. i’m not blaming anyone else for what this has become, at the end of the day, i created a hell for myself. i’m just tired of trying to rebuild, rebrand, whatever. i’m just tired.

that being said, obviously not everything can always be so lovely. i don’t care about the discourse or the drama or the whatever, but i’m just hoping this post will bring me some closure, and maybe some for those i’ve hurt, whether accidentally or intentionally. if you click read more and you’re upset with what you see, well, idk what to tell you, friend.

i hate that tumblr can be so insignificant, and yet so all encompassing all at once. yes, it’s “just tumblr” and “it’s not that deep” because at the end of the day, it’s just an app. but, unfortunately, behind this app and these blogs are human beings. which means you create real bonds and real friendships, and real feelings get hurt.

i came back to tumblr during a really sad, dark time in my life. and that was honestly my first mistake. i latched on to whoever would pay attention to me, craving some sort of friendship that i never needed before because i always had someone in real life. but i had just moved away from my family, and was starting the process of what would end up being a notsogreat divorce. i felt alone, and was struggling a lot with my self worth, so instead of choosing to be kind, i chose to lash out. regardless of whether or not that was in private dm’s of those whom, at the time, i’d considered friends, it was still inconsiderate and childish of me. i thought i had to be some hateful version of myself in order to prove to other people that i wasn’t as sad about myself as i truly was. the words i said in private were rude, nasty, and just... not who i want to be? and, without going into immense detail, some of those things i wanted to move on from and no longer felt, were then used as weapons and spread around to others who i never intended to see what i’d said.

please, please, PLEASE — be careful what you say. you really never know who is watching, who is going to manipulate you, etc. what you say holds weight, and even if you don’t intend for it to hurt anyone, even if it’s just venting.. i dunno. just, be careful, okay? check yourself from time to time, friend. make sure that you’re not allowing the overall negativity of the world, of your own mind, of others, to affect you to the point that you don’t recognize yourself.

if you don’t know about my lovely little exposed blog, well, you’d probably be the last to know. at least, it feels that way. although in the beginning maybe it was justified? in some right? i’m not sure anymore, really, but regardless—it turned into some sort of stalking experience. at one point in time, i received 35+ messages telling me how horrible i was, telling me to off myself, telling me that my ex did the right thing by leaving me “on the curb”, etc. my full legal name was being released, with the intent to doxx me i’m assuming? i was being told i was “being watched”, which i fully believe was happening, with the consistency of the updates. people who claim to hate me, still followed me with the intent of watching my every move to “see if i’d changed”. i only have received updates through friends, because to be perfectly honest with you, seeing your worst mistakes splayed on the internet and turning you into some shounen villain is NOT the best thing for your mental health. that, and some of the “truths” were half-honesties twisted because i’d be a hypocrite to post private dm’s debunking these things when i was upset with the very same people for posting such things. i’ve addressed some things, such as the racism, so i won’t go into that again, but some of these other instances are stretches, to say the least.

the irony of the whole thing is not lost on me. the very same people who say i only do things for notes/recognition, are doing those very things. those who say i only care about tumblr, are proving that by running a blog dedicated to exposing some twenty three year old idiot on the internet. those who say i use my friends are the same ones who literally lied to my face so they could collect receipts behind my back and then leave me when it got convenient. those who say i talk to “insignificant” blogs to appear invested are the ones calling those blogs insignificant, i never once believed anyone i’ve interacted with was insignificant, contrary to popular belief. everything they focus on ends up being nothing but hypocrisy in the end.

that being said, obviously i truly hurt whoever all is behind this blog. intentionally, or otherwise. and i know that sometimes what you do/say isn’t meant to hurt anyone, however, you don’t get to control how what you’ve done effects others. all you can do is apologize. but, i know a few of them, because based on the “receipts” they’ve pulled together, the stories are too specific to be anything but those people i’m thinking of. i don’t enjoy blanket apologies, but i’m leaving this hellsite, so it’s all i’ve got left.

i’m sorry for giving you the fuel to your fire for this petty agenda, i’m sorry for creating the monster of myself that allowed you to string along this storyline for what seems to be the better part of a year. i’m sorry that i gave you material to fixate upon, rather than providing you with friendship and something better to focus on. i truly hope you can move on now that i’m gone from tumblr, and honestly i don’t plan on coming back, lol. i genuinely, truly, deeply feel sorry for you, and pray that you can turn this obsessive focus from me to something more productive, something healthier.

the angry part of me wants everyone to realize that the start of this, the matchups/refunds situation, was born from this stalkerish behavior. it has taken me months to put the pieces together, because i truly didn’t think someone who i’d called my friend once would ever string together such a lie, or rather an exaggerated, adulterated truth, but i guess it’s what happened, in the end.

there are a lot of, uh, conveniently timed “releases” of receipts even though they were months after the initial occurrence of the offense. i can’t go into each one, because, frankly, there are too many. i just hope that in the wake of all of these horrible exposes of things i’ve done, others are able to reflect on their actions. telling me one thing while currently speaking to another individual and telling them another, blatantly LYING, etc. are all things that i’ve been accused of, and yet they’ve also been done to me. doesn’t justify what i’ve done, nor am i seeking some sort of absolution, however i just hope that these individuals can see their hypocrisy and move forward.

which leads me to my final point — regardless of how shitty someone is, disallowing them the room to grow, stunting their moral/mental growth, is truly the issue. i am not going to sit here and play holier than thou. i know i fucked up. i was a nasty bitch because i was angry at the world, and then that anger was fueled further by consistent situations where i made the wrong friends at the wrong times in my life. but the fact that this exposed nonsense has been dragging on since... july? august? i’m not really sure, but whatever. since it’s been going on, i have been battling with myself and my ability to do the things i love, talk to those i care about, etc. all because i’m afraid of saying the wrong thing, hurting the wrong person, etc. and in trying to avoid it, i’ve been doing the very same thing i hoped to keep from doing.

i never felt like i could apologize to those i wanted to apologize to because it might be received as disingenuous due to the nature of the exposed blog’s very existence “forcing” me to apologize. don’t get me wrong, some of those who the blog tried to coerce me into apologizing to can suck a dick, because there are people that i truly do not feel deserve my apologies, and therefore, will never get them. but, i do feel bad for those i didn’t get the chance to apologize to that i really wanted to. the last thing i’d want is for my apology to be turned into something it’s not, but hopefully everyone who has been affected by my actions can move on with my absence.

and to those of you who feel the need to make public denounces of my name, i hope it provides you the closure you’ve been seeking. truly, i do. but know that i never did anything i’ve ever done with the intent to get ahead or buy someone’s friendship or take advantage of anyone else. if i truly only cared about the things people say i cared about, i would have never made this blog in the first place. i would have leeched off the popularity of my main blog if popularity was all i cared about. i was searching for a home, which, in the end, i burned down myself. me, joking around about follower count and notes, was literally nothing but sarcastic banter that’s been taken out of context. but, i digress.

i am very thankful for those who i can still call my friends, who are willing and ready to have honest discussions with me about the things i’ve said/done and analyze them and help me move forward. therapy, medication, life choices, etc. all have been rolled into me deciding that i’m done letting a silly little app stunt my growth. if the internet was unplugged tomorrow, i know who i’d have and what would matter. i have REAL LIFE to focus on. i am in love and i have beautiful friendships that i want to foster with honesty and kindness. i can only hope that you all have the opportunity to have those very same things.

will i stop writing? nah, dude. no way. i’m just getting started. in my absence, in choosing to stay away from a place that makes me sick to my stomach with anxiety, i’ve delved into my original characters and i’ve written thousands of words that i haven’t felt the pressure to post about. i’ve learned that just because i’m doing something i love, i don’t have to do it for anyone else.

the internet is a funky place, folks. just be careful who your friends are, okay?

anyway. peace out, girl scouts. i wish you all the best 💖

#morgan.txt #tw mental health #tw suicide mention #tw discourse #tw drama #THAT’S ALL FOLKS! signing off xx

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thirstystarkey · 4 years

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HATE CAN SOUND LIKE LOVE • JJ MAYBANK

Summary: JJ and Y/N have always fought, since everyone can remember. They both have short tempers and a endless love for surf and chaos. But what happens when they have to pretend to be a couple? Well.. people always said that hate can sound like love sometimes.

Warnings: Mention of underage drinking, drugs, minor violence, some smutty scenarios and a ton of sexual induendos, JJ being a hot idiot and Y/N a wild girl brat

CHAPTER 02 CHAPTER 03

Since the little accident the pogues made sure Y/N and JJ avoided each other the most they could. JJ blamed Y/N for not seeing him and Y/N blamed him for not seeing her, they didn’t get anywhere fighting like that. Throwing hands up in the air and pointing fingers at each other. They screamed every time they talked and everyone got tired of JJ’s and Y/N pettiness. So they came up with a plan.

“What about we handcuff them and leave them alone?” Kiara suggested.

“And you think it’ll work?” John B asked.

“I think they will probably cut off the hands and get away as fast as they can.” Pope said.

“They need to figure out their problems and make peace.” Kiara continued. “If we handcuff them they can’t avoid it anymore. We think of a way to get them in the same place and we leave them alone.”

“Makes sense.” John B finally agreed.

“I still think we’ll find them with a hand missing.” Pope defended his idea. “But I guess it’s worth it.”

“Ok. We need a plan now!” Kiara said clapping her hands together.

“I’ll tell JJ he needs to help me fixing the boat.” Pope started. “And John B can get Y/N at her moms diner, just tell her something about turtles I bet she’s gonna help you straight away.”

“Perfect!” They all agreed with mischievous smiles laughing right after.

The next day Y/N planed to be all day helping her mom at the diner. Her mom, Tina, had a small diner by the beach and Y/N liked to help as much as possible since her dad left when she was just a little girl. It took a toll on Y/N and her mother but things worked out for the best. Sometimes it got hard but together they faced it all.

“You’re sure you don’t want to go hang with your friends?” Tina asked after wipping the counter.

“Positive.” The redhead was quick to answer. She didn’t want to avoid her friends but she couldn’t deal with JJ at the moment.

“Is it about that boy? JJ am I right?” Her mom asked with a curious voice.

“Mooom!” She whined.

“Come on Y/N, I taught you better.”

“Mom he is stupid.”

“Have you ever given him a chance not to be?” She questioned her daughter with a arched brow.

“He didn’t gave me one either.” Y/N crossed her arms but deep down she knew her mom was right. “I hate him!” She said fast.

“Honey... no you don’t.” Her mom laughed. “You know, when you hate someone you are totally indifferent about them, they just don’t matter and you talk about that boy almost every single day. You never stop complaining about him.”

“Mom you’re defending him? After he did this to me?” She pointed to the now healed wound.

“Love can sound like hate at the beginning. Just give him a chance, you knows you both even have same tastes and can be friends.” Her mom suggested.

Y/N didn’t had time to answer her mom’s advice because John B had just entered through the front door as fast as a lighting.

“I need your help.” John B order out of breath.

“What happened to you?” Y/N asked worried. “Do you need water?”

“John B is everything alright?” Tina joined the conversation after realizing the panting boy in the middle of her diner.

“Yes Miss T, I just need to steal Y/N for the day. We have an emergency with some turtles and their eggs.”

“Mom, can I go?” Y/N asked right away and John B fought not to smile at his friends plan working.

“Go go!” Her mom laughed seeing the teenagers run.

After John B got Y/N out of the diner he texted Pope saying everything was working as planned. Now that hardest part was getting Y/N in the boat and getting her on the cut where the other pogues had JJ at the moment probably already handcuffed.

“Why are we here John B? Turtles don’t usually go up the cut.” Y/N asked when she realized the route they were following. She knew not many turtles went there.

And she wasn’t stupid. Everything started to make sense when she spotted another larger boat in the middle of the cut.

“I’m going to kill you John B!” She threated.

But her friend didn’t gave her a chance and picked her up over his shoulder getting with her on the other boat.

“What the fucking fuck my own friends kidnapping me? What the actual fuck guys? Are you all sick in the motherfucking head?” Y/N screamed after John B let her free.

“You will thank us afterwards.” Kiara said getting closer.

John B was behind Y/N and Kiara was blocking her way when Pope came with JJ, who had a black bandana over his mouth. She looked down at his hands and saw a single handcuff hugging his wrist, the other open. Finally it all became clear.

“Oh no way! Fuck this I’m going home.” The redhead tried to ran way but her friends kept her in place.

“No you’re not. You and JJ will fixed your problems and talk about your issues like grown people. And tomorrow we’ll come pick up.” Kiara explained with a serious voice after closing the other handcuff around Y/N wrist. Pope took the bandana off JJ mouth.

“There’s food and beer and I rolled two joints.” John B said before leaving. “And the keys to the handcuffs are hidden in the boat. Use your brains and work together!”

That was the last thing JJ and the redheaded girl heard from their friends before being left alone. They had, for sure, a long afternoon and a whole day ahead of them.

“I’m going to kill them.” JJ outraged.

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ryuichirou · 3 years

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Out of all the snk shipping fandoms, which one do you think is the best/most wholesome? And which one is the worst/most toxic? Reminder that we’re talking about fandoms here and not ships (btw even tho I hate ereri I can’t help but love your art about it, it’s just amazing and hilarious, keep it up!)

Interesting question! As you might know, we don’t consider ourselves a part of any shipping fandom (or any fandom in general), so we can only talk about how we (and people we know) were treated by them. There won’t be much of an “inside” experience, because well we’re not “inside” any of these. And a lot of it is “people who ship X tend to shit on Ereri absolutely unprovoked at every chance they get, so we really don’t like them” lol

Obligatory and very obvious: loving a certain ship doesn’t make you a good/bad person, and there are a lot of wholesome people in any shipping fandom: we’ve met a lot of very kind, helpful and open-minded folks during these two years. So if any of you read this and think “oh, I ship X too, and this doesn’t sound like me or my friends at all”, chances are I’m not talking about you. But there’s always a possibility that peeps that you interact with in your shipping circle are pretty nice to you, but super mega shitty to others. Whether you ignore this type of behavior or not is up to you. I just want all the harassment to stop, because frankly we’re very tired.

As someone who ships Ereri, we’ve experienced and witnessed a lot lol especially on twitter. The most vocal ones would be Levihan, Eremin and Eruri fandoms I suppose.

With Eruri fandom, we’ve heard a lot of stories about some people bashing Zevi and attacking Zevi shippers + we’ve witnessed the great Eruri vs Ereri war, so of course we know how pretentious and rude they can get. There are people who felt like they were exiled from the Eruri shipping fandom for either shipping any other character with Levi or just seeing characters and their relationships differently (i.e. not seeing them as wholesome husbands or preferring Levi to bottom which is apparently a sin for Eruris too sometimes nowadays???). Although it’s important to mention that I feel like Eruri shippers know how shitty the anti stuff is better than a lot of other communities, so I don’t feel the same aggression from them at this moment.

If we’re talking twitter, based on what we and our friends have experienced, the most aggressive groups seem to be Levihan and Eremins. When I go through my blocking sprees and block everyone who hates on Ereri or Zevi or Eruri (well, mostly Ereri), ~88% of the accs happen to be either Eremin or Levihans. When someone writes a long-ass thread to attack a content creator, it always happen to be either of these two, and I have no idea why. A lot of them are also minors who act like the way they harass others is perfectly justified. I legit see stuff like “besties let’s spoil snk for ereris” and “let’s bully ereris and tell them to kys” every time I search ereri on twitter. And I’ve seen enough of Levihan folks saying shit like Eruris being criminals because Erwin is basically a nazi + spreading misinformation about popular artists just out of spite… extremely annoying stuff. Actually, I think you’re the first LH person who’s been kind to us lol

Also don’t get the idea that there are no toxic people in the Ereri community, because this simply isn’t true. Like I said, every fandom has its own clique and a certain level of toxicity, and it’s stupidly easy to be the “wrong one” here, at least it used to when we just started posting. People who’ve been following us for a while know that we used to get a lot of crap for making Levi a bottom on all of our drawings and not wanting characters to switch. It’s such a stupid reason to get harassed, who the fuck cares whether a character tops or bottoms in a drawing??? And yet we’ve been told that a lot of harassment has happened because of it + experienced it ourselves. I think the only reason we don’t get harassed for it very often nowadays is because of a luxury of being a kind of a big art account. It’s much easier to attack smaller ones who don’t have any power or connections, especially when they’re insecure and want to fit in with the fandom.

Now for some reason some people now think that we (me and Katsu) block people for loving top!Levi or bottom!Eren… this isn’t true. I admit that I can get petty when I block people, but it’s always about their attitude and never about their preferred ship or character’s position. Whether you like something or not is none of our business, and we never criticized what others like, so it’s kind of offensive that people think we’d act that way towards others when we ourselves experienced the same treatment for making Levi bottom every single time. It’s childish and disgusting, and I really don’t want people to think of us as someone who approves of this behavior.

Top!Levi stans act pretty toxic too sometimes, not only in Ereri (well Riren) community. The majority of comments about our Levi being ooc, looking like a child and being too horny and blushy we got from them, they get straight-up OFFENDED by our Levi. We’ve talked about how people are afraid to make Levi into anything but a serious and stoic manly man a lot in the past… And this is the only reason we get defensive when people ask us about top!Levi. But still, we never block anyone because of their preferences. This assumption is very... idk yikes, and more disgusting is the fact that people very easily jump to this conclusion, like... seriously? That’s what you think about us? So much for “uwu our supportive shipping fandom community”.

Shippers of het ships can get quite toxic too, especially after the finale. Some of Eremika peeps got wild, and you’ve probably seen our replies about it and that one Anon who got very upset with our reply about Eren. For some reason, when you post something het-related, there’s always going to be a person saying shit like “NAAAH HE LOVES X, NOT HER”, as if any of this matters. They are the type to whine about Eruri shippers ruining beautiful friendship between Erwin and Levi with their homo sexy stuff. They’re often disrespectful: shit in your comments, belittle other ships with comments like “well THIS is much better than X”, and overall make the experience very uncomfortable. For some reason they just can’t enjoy their darn ships without shitting on others.

Anyhow. I know this reply sounds like “everyone’s a shithead” lol, but once again: sadly, there are nasty people in almost every shipping circle, this is unavoidable. And it’s easier to mark them as “shippers of X”, because they often act like a clique or high school bullies or something. And even though there are a lot of very nice people, I tend not to associate them with any shipping community: it’s just a pleasant and cool person who we had fun communicating with, and who just happen to ship X, Y and Z.

Maybe… it’s fair to say that we dislike fandoms, but talking to people who are kind, polite and excited about the same things that we are, is always great.

Siiigh, hope I didn’t bore you to death with this reply. Thank you for giving us an opportunity to talk about this! And for enjoying my art and being open-minded :)

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whumptober day 4- taken hostage/pushed

fandom: shadow & bone

pairing: fivan [ivan x fedyor kaminsky]

rating: T+

additional warnings: blood & injury, torture (implied?)

you can also read here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34208404/chapters/85114393

[tagging @camilleisback upon request <3]

Fedyor clung to the roof with all his might; and yet he knew there was no meaning in any of it. No matter how hard he tried, he’d eventually fall. To the shadows that awaited below, to his death.

‘You should have known it would end like that.’ The nichevo’ya that held him over the edge by the collar of his torn and bloodied kefta spoke with the voice of a man he once knew. The voice of a man he once trusted, he once followed, he once believed could save Ravka and the Grisha.

Oh, how wrong he’d been.

The creature pushed him further from the roof until his fingers lost what little purchase they had on the jagged, broken stones. The ground loomed below him, dark and swirling with darkness and death. The gaping wound on his shoulder, where the nichevo’ya’s claws had pierced and torn his skin, throbbed with a burning, merciless kind of pain.

‘But I have use of you yet.’ The creature drawled in a manner that was terrifyingly expressive for the whirling mass of shadow and hatred that it was. ‘You will not yet be killed, Fedyor Kaminsky. But you will suffer for your betrayal.’

The creature’s grip loosened before Fedyor had even registered the words; and then he was falling, the air rushing around him, the stars glaring down at him as he glimpsed them between plumes of smoke and shadowy wings. He heard a Grisha scream, he heard Alina’s voice barking orders, he heard Zoya ordering a retreat. He heard his own heart, thumping loudly against his ears.

Then his body hit the ground, and the world exploded in a flash of pain and darkness.

His own scream woke him up.

Fedyor’s eyes snapped open, his chest rising and falling erratically as he breathed in deep gulps of oxygen. He was drowning, he was suffocating in the darkness- but the worst was the pain. Oh Saints, how everything hurt. Everything -his legs, arms, his back- felt broken, his wounds raw and bleeding and burning. He cried out again, his body instinctively straining against the agony- but he was met with resistance, thick coils of rope digging into his skin and causing a million explosions of fire across his ravaged body. He fell still in a desperate effort to minimise the pain, and focused on the pattern the red, white and black tiles formed at the ceiling above him. He forced himself to count the black ones; one, two, three…

Belatedly, Fedyor recognised a familiarity in the pattern; he soon realised the room he was being held in, was none other than the infirmary wing of the Little Palace. But- that couldn’t be. They’d been running away from Kirigan. They’d been fighting, knowing that the battle had been lost-

‘But I have use of you yet. You will not yet be killed, Fedyor Kaminsky.’

Kirigan’s words, delivered to him through one of his shadow soldiers, rang through Fedyor’s mind. So, then, this was his punishment. To be taken away from his allies, his friends, to suffer at the hands of the enemy, and finally, to be killed as an example of what happened to all those who dared oppose the mighty Black General. Well, then, so be it. He was ready to die for what he believed in; he had been ready to die for what he believed in, from the moment he first joined the Second Army. Such was the life of a Grisha- none of them lived long enough. Their best hope was for their death to mean something. And if Fedyor’s could buy the Resistance some time to regroup, he would die happy. He would die knowing he had helped save Ravka and the Grisha.

But oh- why , why did it have to hurt so much? Was it too much to ask, that he would just be allowed a painless death? He had never been scared of death (not his own, anyway; he had been afraid for others) but pain- he feared it. It wasn’t something he could see or even fight. It wasn’t an enemy facing down at him. It was something within him, something that he could not retaliate against, something he could not protect himself and others from. It made him feel trapped, caged, the walls of the room pressing in, his body shivering against the rope that held him tied down to the cot, hot tears streaming down his cheeks. He couldn’t even move his hand to wipe them off.

An image flashed in his addled mind; Ivan, sitting next to him in this same infirmary, if not in this very bed. He recalled how Ivan had held his hand while he was recovering from a particularly serious injury. How he had whispered words of comfort, how he’d used his powers to ease Fedyor’s pain and slow his heartbeat, lulling him into sleep, where nothing more could hurt him. Where was his Vanya now? Was he even alive? It had been so long since Alina’s spies had heard word of his whereabouts. Had he even been present during the attack at the Little Palace? Did he know Fedyor was there, suffering, silently begging for his presence? Would he care? Would he try to stop Kirigan from torturing him further? Did Fedyor even mean anything to him, at this point?

He did not know. He didn’t even know if he wanted to learn the answer to all these questions. All he knew was that he was tired, that it hurt, that he just wanted to sleep. Forever, if possible.

For all his anguish, the Saints must have decided to show kindness just this once. Slowly, Fedyor’s strength abandoned him. His eyelids drooped and darkness closed in, reclaiming him once again.

He submitted willingly to it, and prayed to never again wake up.

Darkness. Pain. Screaming. He didn’t know where he was.

A familiar heartbeat amongst the shadows. A voice so familiar, so treasured.

Someone yelling. The unmistakable sound of bodies thudding to the floor.

And then darkness again, a reprieve. Relief. The pain seemed to stop.

The darkness beckoned, and he followed.

When he next woke up, it felt as if he had been asleep for an eternity. His throat was parched, his joints so stiff he felt as if he’d been trapped in ice. Memories and fragments of dreams or nightmares mixed within his mind, to the point where he didn’t know what was real, and what had only been a figment of his imagination.

“Fedya?”

Oh- that was real. Or at least, Fedyor prayed it was. Because…

“V-Vanya…?” he croaked, wincing at the scraping sound of his voice. Saints, what wouldn’t he give for even a single sip of water. He forced his tired eyes to open, only so he could confirm for himself that this was real, this was not a dream, and Ivan was really there.

As a matter of fact, Ivan was there, in all his gruff, grumpy glory. But he was rumpled in a way Fedyor had never seen before; he was unshaven, rough beard covering his sharp, angular features. There were dark circles under his hazel eyes, that now seemed to have sunk into his skull, and a fresh scar ran across the right side of his face, from his forehead to the tip of his jaw. His clothes were tattered, and, perhaps the thing most shocking to Fedyor, he was no longer wearing his kefta. As soon as Fedyor’s eyes had focused enough, he realised Ivan’s eyes were brimming with tears.

“Fedya- oh, thank the Saints. Thank the Saints.”

His large, calloused hand rested on the side of Fedyor’s face, and he leaned in, pressing their foreheads together.

“I’m sorry.” Ivan whispered, his voice breaking at the end. Fedyor was positive he had never seen him so distressed before. “I’m so sorry, my love.”

“Vanya- what?” Fedyor still felt disoriented, as if he’d been stuck inside a jar of honey and was just now beginning to resurface, the world still sticky and muddled around him. He didn’t know what was happening, where he was, he could barely remember the last time he’d woken up…

…ah. Right, the battle at the Little Palace. Falling. Pain. Kirigan. Darkness, despair. Crying out for Ivan as pain consumed his every fibre.

Ivan drew back after a few moments and swiped furiously at his eyes, erasing every trace of the tears that had been there only seconds earlier. But his clear hazel eyes were still heavy with sorrow and guilt. He settled next to Fedyor on what the latter realised was a cot, but his hand found his partner’s and laced their fingers together.

“I… I imagine you have a lot of questions.” Ivan said after a short, tense silence. When Fedyor nodded, he let out a tired, regretful side. “Let me start by saying I don’t expect you to forgive me. I will not ask you for it. But I want you to know the truth. And the truth is I had no idea what Kirigan was planning to do. He promised he wouldn’t kill you, but I- I was stupid. I didn’t realise what he had in mind. That he would keep you alive, but he’d make you suffer at his hands. It was only after I saw how many Grisha he killed that I truly realised why you had turned away. You were right, Fedyor. You were right as always. I followed a monster. And you, and so many of our friends, paid the price.”

Ivan’s gaze slid away, as if he were unable to look Fedyor in the eye. Fedyor was seized with the sudden desire to grab Ivan by the chin and turn his head towards him. To make him look. Not because of some stupid, petty kind of “I-told-you-so” moment of vindication. But because he could hardly believe Ivan was there, with him. That they were safe and that they were together. That they were both alive. Still, he could detect the turmoil his lover was going through; so he waited, unwilling to force Ivan into something he was not yet ready for. After a few heartbeats, Ivan continued his narration.

“He told me he had a gift for me. I… I was confused. I didn’t know what he meant. He talked about you like you were an object, Fedya. I only started to realise what he meant when he led me towards the infirmary. Saints, my love, I’ve never been as scared as when I saw you tied down on that bed. When I saw just how hurt you were, that your wounds had been left untreated… Kirigan said it was what you deserved for betraying him. But he assured me that he would keep you alive. He planned to use you as a bargaining chip against Alina, so he didn’t plan on killing you. Not yet. He said I could do with you anything I wanted, other than heal you. I could stay with you, but I was not allowed to help you. I wasn’t allowed to use my powers on you, or heal or bring you painkillers, or anything. I couldn’t bear it, Fedyor. I had- I had to get you out. So that’s what I did. I stole a horse, and I killed as many of Kirigan’s oprichniki as I could. I took you, and I ran away. It was all I could think about. We had nowhere else to go… but he cannot seek us here. He holds no power over us so long as we remain beyond the borders.”

Beyond the borders… that had never stopped Kirigan before. Unless-

Cold fear slithered down Fedyor’s spine, paralysing his limbs. “V-Vanya… where… where are we…?”

He watched Ivan’s throat bob as the other man swallowed. His eyes still didn’t meet Fedyor’s.

“We… I took us to Fjerda. To the village where I was born.” He whispered, voice so broken and quiet that for a moment, Fedyor neglected the fact they were in fucking Fjerda.

“Ivan-“ his voice shook, his heart kicking violently against his chest. “Ivan, if anyone finds out what we are, they will burn us alive-“

“You think I don’t know that?” Ivan removed his hand from Fedyor’s, only so he could hide his face in both of his. “You think I don’t know what’s at stake? But I would rather put a bullet at both our heads if a group of druskelle finds us, than let Kirigan anywhere near you again. I would rather I was burned at the stake over and over and over, for all eternity, if it meant you’d be safe from him.”

His voice was raw and breaking with emotion, and Fedyor realised he was close to tears again. His Vanya, who never cried. It grounded him enough to put aside the raging terror that had sprang inside of him at the mention of their location, at least temporarily.

“Vanyusha… I do not blame you-“

“Well, you should.”

“Sush!” Fedyor mustered his most threatening glare, although he was aware the effect was diminished by the fact he was lying in a broken cot, swaddled in a nest of Fjerdan-style woven blankets. “Listen. You didn’t throw me off the roof. You didn’t control the nichevo’ya that nearly tore me apart. And as soon as you found out, you didn’t let Kirigan torture me any further. You saved me, Ivan.”

“After I put you in danger, in the first place.” Ivan muttered dejectedly, and Fedyor groaned.

“Do you think the attack wouldn’t have happened if you had sided with Alina instead? You think Kirigan would stop his entire warmongering plan just because of you? Ivan, you’re important to him, but you’re not that important.”

Ivan snorted quietly, and it sounded a bit like a bitter laugh. “Can’t argue with that. But…”

“No ‘buts’.” Fedyor carefully untangled himself from the blankets and sat up, wincing at the stiffness of his body and the lingering pain of his wounds. However, it was nowhere near comparable to what he remembered from the last time he woke up. He could grit his teeth through it. “Ivan- you might not be important to Kirigan, but you are to me. You’re the most important person in my life. I would never, ever hate you. Not since you came back to me.”

He reached out and took one of Ivan’s hands, pressing his own palm against Ivan’s. Ivan’s eyes slowly slid down to look at their hands, and something in his expression softened, his straining heartbeat uncoiling into a smoother, calmer pace.

“I know I said earlier that I wouldn’t ask you to forgive me, but…” his lips twitched into a bitter smile. “Will it be too much if I ask for it, after all?”

Fedyor’s face broke into a beaming grin at the words. He cupped Ivan’s hands with both his own and squeezed gently.

“All is forgiven, Vanya.” He said softly. Ivan finally got up from the floor, and perched next to Fedyor on the narrow cot. Slowly, he wrapped both arms around the other Grisha and pulled him close- and Fedyor could swear that he melted in relief, as he clung to Ivan’s solid warmth, praying to never have to let go of again. How he’d missed this; the safety, the undisturbed knowing that flowed between them, their synching heartbeats. Nothing else mattered; it didn’t matter that they were in Fjerda; it didn’t matter that he was still in a considerable amount of paint. It didn’t matter they would have to run, at least until Kirigan was defeated. It didn’t matter that they were at war.

“Ya lubyuu tebya.” Fedyor murmured in Old Ravkan, his voice breaking with longing and affection. ‘I love you.’ He wanted to say the words to Ivan over and over again, until there was nothing in the world but their beating hearts, their love, their hushed breaths and stolen kisses.

“And I, you.” Ivan answered reassuringly, one hand tangling itself between Fedyor’s tussled hair and caressing his head. Fedyor melted into the affections, closing his eyes and leaning against Ivan. They stayed like that for a moment, lost within the most peaceful kind of quiet Fedyor had ever known. Then, Ivan withdrew slowly. Fedyor whined, already missing his warmth, but the other Grisha shook his head sternly.

“You need to lie down.” He said matter-of-factly. “I’ve healed whatever I could of your wounds, but your body is still weak. You need to rest, and I’m going to have to keep an eye on that nichevo’ya wound on your shoulder. Your fever only broke yesterday.”

Fedyor sighed; he couldn’t exactly argue with that. He felt weak, his body shaking from the effort of simply sitting up. Slowly, he eased himself back against the mattress and let Ivan wrap him up in Saints knew how many quilts again. At least the previous occupants of this house had been considerate enough to leave a bunch of those behind.

Ivan moved away for a few minutes, then returned with a wooden cup in one hand. It was filled with some kind of a fragrant herbal beverage.

“Here, drink.” He said. He slid one hand under Fedyor’s head and lifted it slowly, putting the brim of the cup against his lover’s cracked, dry lips so he could drink. Fedyor all but groaned with gratitude as he felt the cold liquid wash down his parched throat. He gulped another generous sip, before Ivan pulled away.

“Not too fast, or you’ll get sick.” He warned, and Fedyor huffed childishly, but didn’t complain further. Ivan rolled his eyes and placed the cup on the floorboards by the bed, then settled back into his original position. He lifted a hand and brushed a strand of brown hair from Fedyor’s forehead.

“I like your hair like that.” Ivan said absentmindedly, and Fedyor hummed.

“Like what?”

“Longer.” Ivan said simply. Ah, yeah- he hadn’t had much time to cut it during the weeks before the attack, and if he wanted to be perfectly honest, he’d kind of given up on taking care of himself whatsoever. Genya had called it an effect of depression- maybe she’d been right. But hey, at least Ivan liked the results.

“Hm…” Fedyor winked. “Alright. Maybe I’m going to keep it like that.”

Ivan chuckled. “Yeah, alright. We can talk about it later. For now, can you promise me you’ll rest?”

“Fine, fine. I’m not a child, you know.” Fedyor complained.

“I know.” Ivan sighed. “But you need to rest. You’re hurt.”

“Alright, I get that, but…” Fedyor looked away, colour blooming against his pale cheeks, “can you promise you’ll stay?”

At that, Ivan smiled tenderly. He leaned in, pressing a soft, loving kiss on Fedyor’s lips.

“I promise, my love. I’m not leaving you again.”

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Misconceptions, Miscommunication, and Misinformation Pt95

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Ladybug and Discorde showed up at the Agreste Mansion two days later. Chloe had insisted she not go alone and honestly Marinette was more than happy not being alone with Adrien. She did decide to tell Chloe that Adrien was Chat. Given his track record she was assuming he’d out himself while they were there and she didn’t want to be responsible for whatever Chloe would do if he was in front of her when she found out. Considering she’d had to transform to keep her girlfriend from commiting murder as it was, she was fairly certian Adrien would have been turned to dust before she could move if that had happened.

She rang the bell and waited. Discorde was bouncing from foot to foot and Ladybug just waited for the explosion.

“I don’t like this. You don’t owe him anything.” They’d had this argument already, a few times.

“We’re not here for him. We’re here for Mme. Agreste.” Discorde just scowled at the pavement. She really hoped she could figure this out quickly. The door jerked open to reveal Adrien with a besotted grin on his face. That turned into a sneer as soon as he caught sight of Discorde.

“I asked for you, not your sidekick.” She reached out to grab Discorde’s arm before she’d even moved and could feel the tenseness in her. This was going to be a disaster.

“We’re partners and it’s a packaged deal. It’s both of us or neither.” The glared he turned on her was almost hateful.

“Where was this loyalty when Chat lost his Miraculous?” Was he seriously trying to guilt trip her? Her mouth kicked into gear before she could even process the indignant rage coursing through her.

“The same place he was during Akuma attacks; absent.” Given the way he reeled back she was afraid for a moment that she’d physically struck him, but she was still holding onto Discorde so she couldn’t have. He started sputtering incoherently and she had to stop herself from rolling her eyes. “Either show us why we’re here or let us leave. The choice is yours.” The longer they were here the more likely things would go wrong. Well, more wrong. Adrien grumbled something under his breath but did move aside so they could enter.

“I moved her to one of the bedrooms. Father had her hidden away under the house.” He sounded mostly indignant but she could hear real concern underneath as well.

“I’ll do whatever I can to help her Adrien. If it really was just the Miraculous that caused the coma I should be able to reverse it.” It would be a fairly simple task and Tikki had told her exactly what to do. If Gabriel had just sent Nooroo to find the Guardian in the beginning, none of the rest would have been necessary. That more than anything made her hate Gabriel. He’d put Paris through hell for his own selfish desire to wish for his perfect life. Adrien visibly relaxed at her words.

“Thank you. Given who my father turned out to be I wasn’t expecting you to come at all.” The only thing that went through her head was that of all people, he should know her better than that. It was far more frustrating than she wanted to admit.

“I’m not going to punish you or your mother for Gabriel’s actions, that would make me petty and vindictive.” The words came out harsher than she meant them to but she couldn’t help it. Given how tense Discorde was she also hoped the snark would keep her partner from doing something stupid. Rather than taking offense, Adrien just seemed confused by the statement. She felt a twinge of sympathy when she realized that was most likely what his father had always done to him. Adrien opened one of the doors and they entered to find Mme. Agreste lying peacefully on the bed. It was a bit creepy if she was being honest.

Before walking over to the bed she looked to Discorde who gave her a nod. She didn’t think Adrien would lie about this being his mother but at this point it wasn’t a chance she wanted to take. Chloe had known the woman more or less since birth so it was nice to have it verified. As she studied the woman, and the magic surrounding her, Ladybug became more agitated. It was exactly as Tikki had explained to her which meant all of this was unnecessary. Had the man simply listened to Nooroo Master Fu could have revived her in the beginning. But no, Gabriel decided to use the opportunity to remake his entire life into what he wanted.

“I can revive her.” Adrien let out a relieved breath. “But you may want to think about what happens after before I do. She’s been in this coma for over three years. It's going to be very disconcerting to wake up now.” He just frowned in thought for a moment.

“I’ll go get Nathalie. She hasn’t changed, at least not nearly as much as I have, and mom always trusted her.” As soon as Adrien left the room Discorde grabbed her hand and squeezed. She’d told her no physical contact around Adrien because she really didn’t want to deal with his reaction. She just gave her partner a tired smile

“I’m okay, just frustrated. I’m starting to understand why Adrien doesn’t think there’s anything wrong with his behavior.” She really hoped having his mother back would help change him for the better. For his sake as much as anyone else's. Discord looked guilty.

“Given that his only real influences after his mother disappeared were Gabriel and me it’s not really surprising.” The words were soft but Ladybug felt the weight of them.

“You’ve changed and so can he if he wants to. None of this is your fault.” Discorde wouldn’t meet her eyes and Ladybug sighed. It seemed like every time they got past one guilt trip another popped up. It was times like this she wished they were a couple years older so they could just say screw it and go somewhere they weren’t constantly reminded of the past. At least for a little while.

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