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briefcasejuice · 1 year

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my favourite part about marty mcfly's character is that for a character in an 80s movie, i can't figure him out at all. like i get he's supposed to be relatable for the average usamerican at the time hence why he's not a part of a specific cliché nor does he have a ton of friends who are of a particular archetype; he's specifically created so that people are able to project onto him. like not to say that micheal j. fox isn't attractive but there's a reason eric stoltz was switched out for him and it was most definitely because eric has the typical, attractive popular, artsy, very boyfriend-ish guy look that was wanted for mainly romance movies, which isn't what the average usamerican is nor did his look target the kind of fanbase zemeckis probably wanted (which was a set of nerdy teens/adults). but yeah my point is that despite the very obvious parts about the way marty was written and why he was written that way there are still some very unique and, in my own head, intriguing parts about his character.

like for example, for a kid that's perpetually confused about science and everything to do with it, how the hell did he become friends with the doc? honestly there aren't any straight forward canon hints to this but i like to think that it's because he had a ton of cool stuff at his house and let marty, a teen with (previously) disconnected yet strict and lower income parents, mess around with them without consequence—hence, the opening scene with him turning that huge speaker all the way up and blowing it out with his guitar (which he didn't have when he got to the house so does he leave his guitar at the doc's house because of this? wait, did he become friends with the doc because his house was a place for him to practice playing the guitar?) and trashing the previously already messy living room.

another thing about his character is definitely related to the fact that he's supposed to be project-able (is that a word) but i find it intriguing that he's a pretty nuanced character for a popular 80s movie. he's not one thing that exists to be moved along in the narrative, marty is often the thing that pushes the narrative along because he's consistently multifaceted which is a nice change of pace from the usual stereotyped/caricatured teenager for characters in his age group and typical for similar target audiences; he's cool and confident but he's also awkward and his voice cracks and he's always out of breath and sweaty because he always has some place to be, has something to do and some situation to get out of. he's extremely expressive and even when he's not supposed to he can't help but gesture or verbalise his emotions. he's authoritative and even sometimes a little bossy and dismissive but not of his own fault (always has someplace to be yada yada). he's also selfless and determined and displays character traits indicating that he's definitely in the same 'inherently good' archetype as someone from a superhero movie or something but he's also human and buys that almanac first because he's a nerd and thinks it's something about being in the future that's genuinely cool and then he realises (through external intervention (someone pointed it out)), 'holy shit i can genuinely make money off of this' but then his much older friend steps in and turns into a parent for a split second to reprimand him about buying that almanac which he then backs off from (not entirely, because he is pretty salty about biff stealing his idea to get rich off that book), eventually learning, through experience, how absolutely awfully his actions have backfired which is something else that happens pretty often in the trilogy—marty messes up but he isn't immune to consequences with plot armour, the plot armour comes in other ways like their plans working out perfectly or things working out after the fact, the movies often revolve around a plot set in motion as a consequence to an action of his and he consistently shows real growth (so i guess they could also double as coming of age if you really wanted them to or if you can genuinely really stretch it that far).

also speaking of which doc brown and marty's dynamic is interesting; it's very sibling-like. while they can banter and converse like friends, there is very obviously a difference in their lives and the way they experience it but that's what they live and understand about each other. their differences aren't hated or resented by either of them either, if anything it brings them closer. there's a post about how doc emmett bends his knees so that he's at marty's height whenever he's talking to him and i thought it was very interesting because i agree with op: at no point in any of the six (6!) hours of content is it condescending; the doc understands the difference in the way they think and is more than happy to breach that chasm of difference so that marty can understand, or begin to understand. i also think it's interesting that the doc stepping up and becoming a voice of reason for marty goes the other way as well, marty's naïvity and teenage skepticism about trying new things also briefly becomes the doc's voice or reason or at least a reminder for his own principles at several points in the film. the doc keeps the note marty made for him all those years ago despite his own belief of how one should handle future events about oneself because he trusted marty's insistence that the information he needed to know was just that important.

going back to my point about marty showing real growth by the end of the films; it's kind of really obvious that the last two movies are more cohesive than if they were to be grouped with the first and one of my favourite pieces of character consistency is the concept of marty and his tendency to be manipulated into conflict by means of name calling. i find this one to be especially fascinating because this concept isn't even introduced with marty, it's introduced by onlooking characters (conversation between his family members and is found out by jennifer) while it's simultaneously being demonstrated with marty in café 80s. it's never brought up by other characters either and there isn't any explicit intervention by them in the sense that they bring it to his attention and they stop him, marty recognises the danger of it himself—it's not explicit that he recognises that his impulsivity is directly related to said name calling ('chicken' lol) but he does learn to access the situation and think before he acts. this can sound pretty basic on it's own but i genuinely really do enjoy how it's executed—which can be said for most concepts relating to marty's character which i think is what makes him great. he also happens to be super cute:

td;rl — marty mcfly is the most character ever. the character that became, that started, the cliché.

#'i can't figure him out at all' *continues to talk about how much ive figured him out*#marty mcfly #back to the future #musing more like shmusing #long post

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otic-love · 1 year

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My feelings on Mike Wheeler

(this will be a very long post sorry lolz)

ok let me start of by saying I do not hate any of the characters in stranger things. I may dislike some of them, but that doesn’t mean I outright hate them.

I don’t really like Mike. I loved him with my heart and soul in season 1 & 2 but as soon as we reached s3 I began to gain a disliking for him and it only grew during s4. Now this is not just because of my love for Will Byers, I have a justifiable dislike for Mike. I began my Micheal dissing after he began to prioritise his relationship w/ El over his friendship with Will. At this point he and Will have been friends for about 9-11 years, (depending on what you think their age is in s3) and for him to prioritise this new found ‘love’ he has with El over that is uncomfy.

Let’s address his childhood trauma that probably influenced this obsession with El being in ‘love’ with him. He grew up in a household held together by a loveless marriage, so was brought up with the idea that this type of relationship is the norm. So him chasing after El even after she broke up with her, probably also after he realised he wasn’t as in ‘love’ with as her as he once was, shows that he thinks he needs to be in a relationship even if the love isn’t wanted or requited. This is obviously toxic and not the right way to go about a relationship, but it is also how he was brought up to think relationships work.

This reasoning sort of justified it at the time but it doesn’t and didn’t justify his reaction to Will’s calling out of this obsession.

“It’s not my fault you don’t like girls”

….Like are you serious mike? Ok sure you have childhood trauma, but you know that Will does as well. And specifically trauma around that specific subject.

“He used to call him queer, a fag.”

Mike, you were presumably there when the household abuse and violence was happening. You knew Will. It might have been in the heat of the moment but your response to realising what you said was not ok.

ok this post is way longer then I originally thought so I might make a follow up post when I have the time and energy. Please feel free to add your thoughts on this in the comments. I would love to hear them.

Luv ya!-

otic <3

#stranger things #mike wheeler #will byers #st

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spoooky-bee · 3 years

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Nothing I draw is working n I'm getting angry so send me some requests to do once I get out of the shower (please)

#idc if its sanders sides or dream smp #heck of you wanna send gravity falls go ahead #i have so many ideas but s not working i give up #also this is specifically Micheals fault

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michael-aftons-nonbinary-lover · 2 years

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okok ehm- hi !!

first of all;; you're v v cool and i really like your work and the creativity you put into them OO:

second;; if you are taking requests- its okay if no but maybe autistic transmasc reader and/or william or micheal?? idk they're just very cool manz :DD

OHOHOH AMND HAVE A GOOD DAY/NIGHT >:]] -..I forgot my sign off but it's Ranboo OO:<<!!! Ik I probably shouldn't interact cus idk if youre comfortable with source, big apologies

I will do transmasc reader, but not autistic, bc I have never been diagnosed with autism and do not want to incorrectly represent it. Also, source is not your fault or control, and I also have no idea who Ranboo is (not in a mean way) so you're totally fine!

-William-

-(CW: implied m4rd3r, some implied transphobia)-

-Coming out to him was highly nerve-racking, but he accepted you immediately

-Does his best to help with your dysphoria the best he can, whether it be buying you binders/packers, praising you about how strong you look, complementing masculine details about you, or just comforting you on days when dysphoria gets really bad

-Anyone who starts about you being trans is next to be stuffed in a suit/hj

-Has ripped multiple binders because you wore them too long

-Comstantly reminds you of the dangers of binding too long

-Has reminders for when you need to take your testosterone

-Helps you make doctors appointments and goes to every single one of them with you

-Have any family members who aren't supportive? They receive very heated letters from a very angry British man in their mailbox every once in a while

-He's somewhat brash about supporting you, but he's very good at it, and you love him for it

-Michael-

-(CW: For this one specifically, Mike and the reader are a t4t couple. Please do not fetishize t4t couples)-

-You we're scared to come out to him at first, but when you came out, he quickly became elated to know that his partner was also trans

-Knows the struggles you go through, but doesn't try to undermine them

-Constantly uses words like "handsome", "strong", "dashing", and even throws "strapping" in there for fun

-Comforts you during periods and bad dysphoria days, telling you that you'll always be so so wonderful and masculine to him

-Anything you want during a period? It's yours. Just say the word, and he's on the way with it

-Definitely cuddles the absolute shit out of you when you're feeling down on yourself

-Gently reminds you not to wear your binder for longer than you're supposed to, and you do the same for him

-You guys always make sure that the other person gets their testosterone on time

-Just overall very cute and supportive boyfriend who knows what it's like and knows exactly how to help you through it all

#michael afton #william afton #fnaf fandom #dave miller #mike schmidt #fnaf fanfiction #michael afton x reader #william afton x reader #trans michael afton #michael afton x trans reader #william afton x trans reader

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sorry-i-ship-drarry · 3 years

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32. Reasons to not be in love with draco malfoy by harry

Prompt used- caressing the other's back | ANGST/FLUFF | UNREQUITED LOVE | HURT/COMFORT | Eighth year harry finds it hard to admit that he infact loves draco ..

" is it so bad harry that you like him ? " Hermione asked as a sad look dawned upon her tanned face

" what-no- yes- i mean- I don't like him. It's just he has changed so much and it seems unrealistic " harry covered up his tinted face by entailed more into his book

" sure harry, we believe you " Ron sarcastically responded.

" Ron- harry, you know it, you're lying to yourself and what if Draco have actually changed so much. I mean he apologized to me for everything he ever did. That has to be something and it was a genuine apology-"

" apologies doesn't change what he's done. And I don't like Malfoy " harry persisted almost agressively.

Hermione sighed looking at Ron, an indication for him to take the lead.

" mate, I hate him just as much as you do but she's right you know. You can ignore your feelings for how long! One day you would have to face them-"

" so what you want me to just go upto him and ask him out on a date? How blinded can you be ? I will prove that he hasn't changed. I will prove it " with that harry stormed out of the common room to the court yard to be under the sun and complete the rest of his work.

The problem was harry was immensely crushing on draco but it was so hard for him to believe that he'd much rather look for his flaws, it was easier as harry would like to put it. But it was so hard for him to actually look for a single flaw in draco after the war because he had changed completely. Long gone were the days when he used slurs like mudblood, in fact he himself was sending letters to the ministry over and over for stop discriminating against werewolves, muggle borns, squibs, and half bloods. It seemed too good to be true but harry knew he was genuinely doing it but his fainting heart didn't wanted to wake up one day and know that draco had not changed at all, so he chose to still finding his flaws.

2 weeks later upon constant teasing by Ron and Hermione about his research to find something suspicious or something flawed about draco, he realised he was standing in front of a lake which was completely dry. There wasn't even a single flaw and his heart could only take so much.

But he didn't wanted to give up, so during one of his charms lessons, harry took his quill and paper and started writing.

" Reasons not to be in love with draco malfoy "

" ugh.. scratch that " harry mumbled to himself unimpressed

" reasons not to be in love with draco malfoy"

" reasons to hate draco malfoy "

" reasons not to like draco malfoy "

Harry frowned to himself watching the paper, then dipping his quill in ink again and continued writing, only he couldn't. Stuck for minutes, harry looked across the room to see Draco smiling Kindly to a broken handed Neville and writing his notes for him. Harry groaned to himself, " bloody perfect git "

And then he wrote,

" draco malfoy - an absolute prat "

Impressed by himself harry closed his eyes and let himself ponder over every flaw he could muster and desperately failing but he needed something. One damn thing.

But found none.

He placed his hand over the paper once again and started

" 1. The prat have the most fucking Adorable smile. And he doesn't deserve it . It's illegal to have such an adorable smile "

Harry almost smiled at what he wrote but considering his circumstances he refused to. He looked up at Draco once again and continued again.

" 2. The idiot have the most beautiful fingers, bet it's stolen. They're the most fucking annoying thing ever and I can't bloody stop staring at it "

And with that Harry's motive unknowingly changed. He started writing about things about draco that annoyed him.

As week went on harry had listed almost 10 things he found annoying about draco.

" they're not flaws harry " Hermione pressed her lips in thin line to keep herself from laughing.

Blushing in embarrassment harry took the paper away " you wouldn't get it "

And as he started leaving he heard Ron laugh.

And he went back to the courtyard and going through the list once again.

" 3. The git have perfect annoying stormy eyes which makes you dream but also take you somewhere only both us could be "

" 4. He's unbelievably kind to everyone, even filch, how could anyone be this damn kind. Stupid "

" 5. He's got brain. Like actual great brain. He's intellectual, he's fucking smart. Like nobody asked you Smarty pants to be this damn smart "

" 6. He Knows exactly what he's doing. Like the other day in the great hall when he left the tea bag for far too long in his cup of tea, he poured a little of his tea into another cup, added ginger and lemon to his own cup and then some water again. Annoying as fuck "

" 7. He sits by the tree in the courtyard just staring at the damn sky and sometimes even draw it in his little doodle pad covered in leather, with a little blue stone right in the centre. Also half filled. God knows what he draws. Would be pretty fantastic though, considering how much time he spend drawing them and painting it. Hilarious to see him being focused. Idiot "

"8. He visits the professor Dumbledore's grave and just sit there crying. Don't know why I wrote it, just needed to. I understand him.

" 9. He talks with madam pomfrey about potions and their Ill effects. Again trying to be smart. He did help Seamus though after he fell from his broom sometime ago, guess he's got brain afterall "

" 10. He's bloody perfect. His damn face, beautiful as fuck, his nose looks like Micheal Angelo himself carved it on his face, his jawline, fuck, his skin is pale though but the way his skin glows when he's sitting in the courtyard doing something and the way he have a perfect blush. Who's blushing can be perfect ? But damn it, his blush is damn perfect as if something had put on natural flower colour upon his face and the way he have a specific smile for each occassion. The nervous smile, the grin, the quizzical smile, everything just super perfect. Stupid beautiful perfect prat "

Harry sighed understanding Hermione's point but he knew what he had written. This was everything he didn't like about him. Every single one of them, well not everything maybe but most of them.

Harry looked up, keeping the paper in one of his notebooks, to see Draco sitting on one of the pillars seat and reading something.

" prat even looks perfect reading " harry mumbled to him rolling his eyes yet couldn't help his curiosity for what he was reading because he wore probably the most perfect smile harry had seen. He hated to admit but maybe, draco was flawless, at least to him but he didn't wanted to admit. He was determined to find at least one flaw so he could prove them wrong, more him than anyone else. He just needed something flawed in him to convince himself that he wasn't desperately falling for him as his friends liked to say. One flaw, that's all he needed.

Harry kept all of his books inside his rag and decided to just walk around the halls before he'd depart to the common room but just as he had been exiting the courtyard, one thing he didn't wanted it to happen, happened.

" hey, po- harry "

Harry closed his eyes, breathing in before turning around to draco with a warming smile.

" what do you want Malfoy?"

" uh- draco- but nevermind. I wanted to actually ask you something, I mean I shouldn't, considering you still hate me but it's purely theoretical " Draco rambled giving harry a rather nervous smile. Fucking perfect again, harry thought.

" I- I don't hate you Malfoy, old habits die hard kinda thing you know " harry assured himself more than draco.

Draco pressed his lips in a thin line pondering on about what harry had just said.

" you wanted to ask ?" Harry impatiently said

" right- I- I've heard you taught defense in 5th year, including the patronus charm, i- since you've taught a few people I was wondering if you could tell me if people like me can- you know can cast one " draco scratched the back of his neck nervously, the same blush returning to his face again which harry always thought was probably the same shade as that of a cherry blossom..

" what do you mean by people like you ?" Just as the sentence had left his mouth, he realised how wrong had it sounded. Of course he knew what draco had meant but why did he had to ask him and embarrass draco ?

Draco inhaled the air surrounding them, closing his eyes as if he was gaining confidence for what he said next " I meant death eaters "

Harry suddenly felt like his tongue was in knots. He knew the answer but he couldn't reply and while draco looked at harry hopefully, his hope started to die out little by little as he watched harry standing quietly. His eyes suddenly turned from normal grey to something that was clouding him within himself, as if he was now concealing himself, like he was upbraiding himself.

" never mind- think I got my answer. Thank you po- harry. It was great help " draco voice sounded more harsh than it had sounded lately at and harry at once knew had broken draco's heart but before he could've undid his fault, he had scrambled away quickly and harry remained there waiting to get his voice back.

And when it finally did, it had started to rain, harry too scrambled away. Strange how the weather has been perfectly fine when he had first sat down in the courtyard and now it pouring down heavily after the misconception with draco.

Draco's smile was slightly dying out a little bit, and harry knew why but everytime harry ran after draco to correct his mistakes, he was tongue tied. Why was it so hard for harry to simply tell the truth ? Why couldn't he ?

In the mean time After harry had told Hermione and Ron about his faulty interaction with draco, they had stopped teasing and encouraged him to fix it as soon as possible.

It wasn't until during one of the defense classes, things took a better turn.

" now, you all have already learnt about how boggart works. It easily takes shape of what you fear the most but here what we have is pieret, it's a twin of a boggart but it is unusually different. A pieret not only senses your fear but induces in you the pain you'd feel when you're faced with your worst fear. Taking an example, if someone fears death, they would feel nothing Because death feels numb. If someone is afraid of lets say lizards, they'd feel irrational. You must be wondering then if you are faced with a boggart, then Also you'd feel the same thing, the answer is no, we predict what we'd feel, not actually feel while upon being faced with a pieret, it would heavily cast on you the feeling to the point where it may get hard to make sense of anything. However the defense against it is just as simple as that of a boggart,infact it is the same. Riddikulus. Now I would want each of you to clear your head and try not to think of your worst fears and then upon your turn with a blink of an eyes, say the spell and then sit down " the professor explained, not even stopping momentarily for asking students anything, as if he wanted to get done with the lesson. Frankly, everyone wanted the same.

The pieret however turned out to be more stronger than the boggart. Few students had to sit down to relax after their turn. When it finally came down to harry, he cleared his head and tried not to think of his worst fear . He saw the shape twisting and turning into someone very familiar, a scene very familiar. Before harry could cast the spell, the feelings had started to run frantically inside of him. He thought he mumbled something but nothing happened, voldemort was still standing, in his victory. Harry had lost the fight, resulting in huge massacre, everyone disappointed and then suddenly it had gone, now there stood a beautiful pink lily.

Harry immediately collapsed on the ground, breathing heavily.

" drink this " the professor commanded and he obliged, feeling the sensation dying out immediately.

" I need to go " harry hoarsely said and ran out of the room to the washrooms. He reached the same washroom moaning myrtle still resides in but somehow absent currently and he was glad.

Not for long. He soon heard the door open and close and someone walking inside. Harry was about to hex whoever had Walked in until he saw draco had appeared, looked devastating.

" it's only me. We don't want Same things to happen twice" draco announced. Harry immediately lowered his wand, still breathing heavily and becoming very aware of what Draco had said.

" I'd never used that spell again. I wouldn't ever "

" i know " draco gave him a small smile. Harry looked at Draco for a few moments before he sat down against one of the toilet doors, draco cautiously making his steps towards harry and sitting down next to him.

" why are you here ?" Harry finally asked, his knees pressed against his chest, looking up at the ceiling.

" wish I knew " draco responsed aligning himself in the same position as harry and staring up.

Harry hummed, not knowing what he should've answered.

" it's weird " draco suddenly said, a small laugh escaping his lips

" what is ?" Harry asked looking at Draco slightly turning his head to him, watching him staring far ahead.

" how both of our fears are the same "

And he finally turned to harry, with a deep pained expression painted in his dream filled eyes.

Harry quizzically stared at Draco " him gaining victory ?"

" yes and always letting people down. Disappointing them. Having no hope "

Harry was rendered speechless. Until he knew he needed to throw up. He immediately bashed through the door in front of him and puking into the toilet, emptying whatever was inside his body. He suddenly felt a hand on his back caressing him and faint encouragements reaching his ears. When harry was finally done, he leant back pressing his head against the door sighing. Draco's hand has left his back but harry still wanted them there, he didn't know why, but he just wanted that.

" any better ?" He asked. Harry nodded.

" here " draco passed him a bottle of water. Harry rinsed off the smell off his mouth, then drank some of it before flushing the waste away and going back to sitting in the middle alley with draco facing him.

" who do you feel you let down ?" Harry asked frowning at Draco.

Draco looked taken a back by Harry's sudden enquiry but soon comforted himself and began speaking " everyone. I just feel like that even after everything I'm trying to do, after trying so hard to be nice, helping everyone, trying to become a better person, I would still let people down. There will always be Someone who would want to look at my flaws and throw them in my face that no matter what I do, I'd still be draco malfoy the death Eater. I'm always afraid of letting them down, my parents, teachers, the ministry, my friends, classmates, you "

Harry stared at Draco long enough, understanding exactly how he must be feeling but feeling guilty at the same time for doing exactly what draco is fearing but once he had spoken it loud, harry wanting to seek his flaws was thrown out of the window, he just to hug draco right now and tell him that he's doing great.

" I don't hate you draco- I never did. I know you think I do, but I see you. You're trying really hard to become the better person and I can see It happening. If I were you I don't think I'd be able to do that but you, you're brave and confident and courageous to do this everyday. I could never "

" you'd never need to do all that. You already are everything you just said. You don't even need to try " draco gave him a little shrug. Harry's lip immediately turned into a sly smile, realising draco see's him that way, even if it was partially true.

" but you're different. Everyone already praise me, they've always done that. You, you're rising.. that's something much more braver than anything I'd ever done in life"

" are we going to sit here and actually assure each other how we're both doing great " draco joked. Harry immediately broke in a small laughter with draco. Being there with Draco right now was the most perfect thing harry could've ever dreamt of. How could he had possibly thought of wanting to hate draco ? It seemed irrational. Harry was driven by his hatred to find something in draco that didn't even exist and it's not because draco was perfect but because he was working on his flaws. Perfection had never been about being flawless, it has always been in redeeming your flaws. Harry laughed for as Long as he wanted with draco, never wanting this to end. It was a therapy and harry was glad to be a part of it.

When finally the laughter died out harry smiled at draco, picking up his wand and casting the patronus charm.

" my mom's patronus was a doe, mine's a stag. Snape's patronus was a doe too " harry told a pained looking draco until he finally reiterated Harry's words in his head and then it hit him

" he was a death Eater "

" he was " harry replied giving him small smile " a patronus isn't based on discrimination. It doesn't segregate between death eaters and wizard or the bad and the good or the rich and the poor. Patronus is based on a happy memory. I suppose why you'd think death Eaters can't cast a patronus is because they've never known true happiness. If you've ever felt true happiness in your life, you can cast one. There's both light and dark inside of us, it is what we chose to act upon, that's who we are. You're not a bad person draco, you never were and i know one day you'll be as to cast it. I'd liked to help if I can in anyways "

Draco stared at harry In surprise, his expressions changing to one filled with hope and turning into a smile.

" I'd like that " draco responded nodding.

" then we'll practice the spells whenever you'd like" harry smiled before he started putting things in his rag, after hearing the bell to finally get up to leave.

" draco "

" yeah"

" thank you . I- this was different- and just thank you " harry smiled hanging his rag on his shoulder.

Draco smiled nodding at him, getting up himself.

With a deep breath harry finally turned around to leave, smiling to himself, thinking of how he could just burn the list now.

" harry- you dropped something "

Harry turned around to see Draco holding a piece of paper.

Fuck.

Draco furrowed his eyebrows as his eyes fell upon the words inked on it. Harry immediately hustled in his bag to look for that one specific sheet. No, no, no,no ...

Draco looked up at harry quizzically " reasons to .... "

PART 2 | Requests open

Day 31 - would you come back to me ? | Day 33- tasting their smile

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elliot-needs-sleep · 3 years

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ayyyyy i’m not alone in the anon squad anymore!

hello gremlin anon, i have cookies that might be edible and that’s about it-

anyways i’ve been very much obsessed with the just roll with it podcast and this random idea occurred to me whilst listening to it-

medic Reader. Reader is a traveling medic who decided to settle down for awhile when they were invited to the Dream SMP, they thought it’d be a nice vacation, a little time to vibe before heading off to meet with their old adventuring party.

they were horribly wrong-

like it’s almost laughable how wrong they were-

as soon as they joined there was chaos everywhere (i imagine they joined when Philza did, they met each other on the way and found they were going the same direction so they decided to journey the rest of the way together) and horrible injuries. when Wilbur was stabbed they couldn’t reach him in time and consider that their greatest failure as a medic. from then on they vowed to help everyone they could with no hesitation.

i imagine they try to stealthily follow Dream whenever he visits exiled Tommy and give him some sort of medical attention or at least bring him bandages and some healing potions that they tell him to hide. when Tommy disappears from exile they’re so worried and think he’s dead but eventually finds out he’s with Technoblade and they’re just so relieved. Reader helps Philza escape to Technoblade’s and visits to try to heal Philza’s wings, look after Tommy and make sure they all have medical supplies (they’re incredibly persistent that Technoblade has no choice but to accept their help).

back in L’Manberg they treat Quackity’s injuries and make sure Ranboo has scar/burn cream and helps him apply it whenever they can.

and despite the protests of Quackity when Dream is in prison they try to heal him as much as they can (Sam doesn’t allow them any healing potions so they make do with bandages and herbs they’re allowed in).

they also definitely provide check-ups for Micheal because he’s Micheal and adorable-

so can i get some headcannons from whichever characters you’d like (if i requested specific ones i’d probably request too many-)

yours truly,

gremlin anon

I love this idea so much ajfnwndnakdb

I got a little bit carried away.....

These are all connected in one way or another!

Tommy (Exile)

- At first he's a bit wary of you, but he figures that since you're avoiding Dream and Dream said that Tommy wasn't allowed to talk with you, he figures you're okay

- He feels bad for accepting everything from you because he feels like he's betraying Dream, and that he owes you

- When you find him missing, and you start freaking out, you go straight to Techno. Out of everyone on the server, Techno is the first person he'd go to.

- You lay into him when you find him again, telling him off for disappearing without a word and leaving a very worryingly tall tower with a picture of Tubbo near the base

- He apologizes, and you just hug him, saying you're glad he's okay

Technoblade

- When you showed up at his door, looking like you were going to put Tommy in an early grave, he was mildly impressed

- Especially with the quality of your care after you'd finished yelling at the blond.

- What he didn't like was how quickly you turned on him and started lecturing him on proper care.

- You'd started working on any wounds you could see, quickly passing him a healing potion before lecturing him once more.

- Tommy obviously found the whole situation extremely funny.

Ranboo

- Tubbo was the one who had contacted you first, actually, to come and do a check up on Micheal

- Who was healthy as always, don't worry 😌

- You noticed the scarring on his (Ranboo's) face when you met him that day, and you offered to do a quick check up on him while you were there

- He agreed, and so you gently did what you'd normally do, making small talk and asking questions about him being enderian.

- When you realized he got burned by water, you knew just the thing

- You gave him the small pot of burn and scarring cream, offering to put it on to show him how to use it properly, explaining the properties of it and what it was made of

- Tubbo was glad you'd taken care of his husband, and laughed as you also slathered the scar cream on his face as well

Quackity (and also Dream kind of but not really)

- You'd been at Las Nevadas for a bit. It's how you got the money to buy ingredients for your potions and healing supplies.

- You offered to look at Quackity's wounds when you saw his knuckles were splitting slightly

- He tried to refuse, but you just glared at him until he let you. You noticed the blood splatter on his shirt and questioned him about it

- "Don't worry, it's not mine" First, no shit. Second, then who's is it????

- That's when he took you to Pandora's Vault to take a look at Dream. He reasoned that if he healed properly, it would be easier to get info out of him.

- You did take care of Dream, you just weren't nice about it. He'd hurt all of your friends, and you'd seen the damage he'd done to Tommy first hand.

- You'd thanked Sam for allowing you in on your way out, and then continued back to Las Nevadas with Quackity

Philza Minecraft

- When you'd offered to take care of his wings, he almost refused, but Techno said yes for him so he couldn't say no if he wanted to

- It took a few sessions of you popping in to take care of him for there to be a visible improvement in his wings

- He was confused at first as to why you'd offered your assistance, but then he remembered how you couldn't save Wilbur.

- He paid you, obviously, he couldn't let your work go unpaid. You only smiled and accepted the payment, telling him that if something went wrong, that he could always get a hold of you

Bonus: Ghostbur

- When you'd found him again, you apologized for not being able to save him.

- He forgave you immediately, saying that it wasn't your fault.

- He'd handed you blue dye with an almost blinding smile, and you could feel the guilt settle in your stomach. You didn't save him.

#dsmp fic #dsmp techno #dsmp philza #dsmp tommy #dsmp quackity #dsmp ranboo #dsmp dream #dsmp tubbo #dsmp michael #dream smp #dsmp wilbur #dsmp ghostbur #Gremlin Anon #ElliotIsWriting

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miraculous-rewrite · 3 years

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Miraculous Rewrite- The Lion

Full Sun Min episode baybeeeee

Remember how last episode ended? Well we’re picking up right there, repeating the scene but from a slightly different angle. Where the focus was on Gabriel before, now it's on Sun Min.

“...Who do you intend to investigate?”

“Well first-” Sun Min grabs his shoulder “Maybe you- Judgement.” a golden light flashes between them. But we hang on with Sun Min as the golden light zips down his hand and across Gabriel’s shoulder. Here we see what Judgement does.

In an instant we see several golden disks pop up behind Gabriel, sprouting from where Sun Min is touching him, and in every little disk a little scene begins to play out. Some scenes we recognize, such as Gabriel making Nathalie his Secret Keeper, then his attempted retirement during the Queen’s Battle, nearly akumatizing Adrien during Christmas, then fighting with Fenrir as Argus. And a few scenes we haven’t seen, his wedding day with Emilie, a graduation scene with himself and Micheal when they were young, finding a small purple gem hidden among ruins that springs to life and reveals Nooroo, Emilie coughing into a handkerchief and massaging a headache.

And the last scene being the one we saw all the way back in Collector, Adrien shouting at his father “it’s not my fault that you can’t move on from Mom dying!” just as the golden light fades. Gabriel stumbles back as he’s released, it seems like no time at all has passed in real time, but just as Gabriel turns to leave Sun Min catches him and swipes a quick blow to the back of his neck. One quick KO.

As Gabriel crumples to the ground Sun Min takes out his weapon, a pair of brass knuckles, and upon hitting a hidden button on the base of the left knuckle two prongs pop out from the pointer and ring finger loops, a screen lighting up between them.

“Send a message to Yun Eun-Ji: “Sooooooooooooooooooo Shit’s going crazy, and I mean CRA-ZY. Not bad enough to call for reinforcements, but like… I’m gonna enact plan ‘going off the chain’. It’s been long enough right? I SHOULD be going off the chain a bit. I’ll keep you updated on Octopus. Wish me luck.” he hits a few more buttons.

“Heyyyy Manabe Sensei, Can you tell the others M. Agreste got his butt kicked by one of the heroes again? Yeeeeaahhh I was coming in to keep an eye on things and I found him passed out near the highschool the fight was at…. Thanks! I’ll bring him right back!”

“Oh also, I think it’s about time I introduced myself to the thieves guild, see what they have to say for themselves.”

Cue intro.

We open back up on Agrese Manor, Specifically Sun Min tossing a still unconscious Gabriel onto his bed, removing Duusuu just long enough for him to detransform and placing the pin on his nightstand.

“Sun Min!” Duusuu chirps as she comes back out “Don’t you think that was a little cruel?”

“You gotta be cruel to be kind sometimes Duusuu.” He shrugs. “Your charge is confused, a maelstrom of contrary emotions and thoughts, and if he can’t figure them out then he shouldn’t be on the battlefield.”

“Sun Min-”

“Look, I literally never met you before I arrived in Paris, and even I can see that you’ve been playing up that ‘scatterbrain’ act so you can keep your cards close to your chest. Nooroo hates being used like how he is, but how do YOU feel about it, oh Kwami of the Inner Mind?”

Duusuu shifts uncomfortably rubbing her lil kwami paws together before huffing and fanning out her tail. “I worry he may not listen to me.” She speaks quietly. In a flash Sun Min also detransforms and Valoor zips over to hug Duusuu. “I fear that should I attempt to tell him the truth about what would truly make him better, he’ll assume that I simply wish for him to stop and think I'm trying to manipulate him.”

“You’re Kwamis, you can’t manipulate your wielders-”

“Yes I know, but at times I wonder if he’s fully internalized that.”

“He’s already starting to question if he and Miss Sancour are on the right side, as the Kwami of the inner self, maybe if you tell him-”

A knock on the door cuts him off, and Sun Min reflexively unzips his hoodie for Valoor to dart inside, zipping his hoodie back up he turns and opens it.

“Oh, hello Shifu Wu!” Wu Lian folds her arms and meets Sun Min’s eye easily.

“I was told there were injuries?”

“Yeah but not alot, our favorite placeholder just got knocked out, he’s probably fine.” Sun Min shrugs. He breezes past Wu Lian. “How’s Miss Sancour doing? She decided which branch she likes best yet?”

“Not when I saw her last. Manabe is determined to teach her a thing or two about being a Warrior, but Tuyến seems to have taken that as a challenge and is trying to recruit her into the Scholars.”

“Has she had any interest in being a Healer?”

“None that she’s expressed to me but that’s no matter, very few pick the path of Healer anyway. Far less flashy than a Warrior or a Scholar.”

“Yun Eun-Ji picked a healer’s path.”

“Yun Eun-Ji was one of my best students.” Wu Lian agrees. “As for you Sun Min, you would do well not to grow too attached. Manabe was never quite able to get that soft heart to harden, and I would not like our most promising young Warrior to get hurt just out of reclaiming what was stolen from us.”

“...Understood Master Wu.”

Wu Lian enters the room and shuts the door behind her.

Sun Min gives a full body shudder. “Fucking creepy…” he opens his coat back up and Valoor zips up to rest on his shoulder. “How did I never notice how fucking creepy half my teachers are?”

“Couldn’t tell ya MinMin.” Valoor chirps. “You know I wasn’t assigned to you until your training was complete”

“Please Valoor not this story again-”

“-And my first thought was ‘wow this kid is starry eyed! He’s never set FOOT in the real world has he?’”

“Valoor please-”

“‘No WONDER they assigned him the Kwami of Justice! Clearly he NEEDS me-!’ My role in your life has been to allow you to see things from your own perspective! To make your own choices without getting caught up in the flashy lights and pretty words!”

“Yes Valoor, I get it-”

“So I should HOPE you’ve started to understand that just because the Order wants what they believe is the best that doesn’t mean they’re an unassailable good!”

“Sounds like the kinda stuff Master Wan says that Wang Fu used to talk of-”

“....no one ever said Wang Fu was wrong MinMin.” Valoor’s voice went quieter. “Things went too far, yes, but that doesn’t mean a voice of dissent doesn’t help in the long run.”

“And that has to be me now?”

“Only if you choose for it to be.”

Sun Min huffs, before adjusting his Miraculous; a fabric clasp currently being used as a belt buckle (said belt being a colorful sash that may or may not have originally been somebody’s scarf) and looks back down the hall.

“I should… get more information first though, right? If anything I still don’t know much about the others, and my family is expecting me to introduce myself anyway.”

“That would be wise, yes.”

“Okay, so uh.. Transform me.” A flash of gold, and the Lion fluffs out his collar. “Okay… okay…”

We cut to some time later, and we find Sun Min doing his normal ‘keeping an eye on things’ type rounds. Keeping to the shadows, darting in and out of hiding spaces and looking for one of Team Miraculous, any of them.

And eventually he does. He sees a flash of sandy brown, and follows it to find Roi Singe doing his own patrols. Sun Min follows behind the monkey for a few city blocks, but after he arrives a few rooftops away, he watches Roi Singe stiffen, turn in his direction, and take out his staff.

Sun Min keeps to the shadows and as Roi Singe approaches begins to take out his brass knuckles.

“Roi!” a voice pipes up and Roi Singe spins around, still ready to spring, as he’s joined by Ladybug.

“Oh...hey Ladybug.”

“Hey, you okay?”

“Uh yeah, just…. Thought I heard something.” He huffs, looking back in Sun Min’s general direction before shrugging and putting his staff away. “Probably nothing, Monkeys aren’t exactly well known for their superb hearing.”

“Roi if you need us to investigate-”

“It’s fiiiinnneee” Roi Singe waves her off. “Don’t make a deal out of it.” He reaches over and ruffles Ladybug’s hair affectionately. “I’m cool here Bugaboo.”

“Hey! You can’t call me that!” Ladybug grabs his hand and twists it until Roi pulls away. “That’s a Chat-only nickname.”

“Awww no fair! I’ve known you for longer!”

“But he’s Fought with me for longer!” Ladybug takes a half step away from Roi Singe and Sun Min raises a brow from his hiding place, before Roi Singe twitches in place again, this time reeling around to face the opposite direction, drawing his staff out in a flourish and colliding with Ryuuko’s sword.

“Haha! Look who’s not prepared now!” Roi chirps as he pushes Ryuuko off of him.

“Lucky guess.” Ryuuko huffs before sheathing her sword.

“Did you really just come along to test me ryuuko?” Roi Singe begins twirling his staff in his grip, this time more casually.

“In part.” Ryuuko responds easily. “In part because none of us should be patrolling alone anymore anyway.”

“That’s fair.”

“Especially you granted that-”

“Granted that in the Bad Timeline I died first blah blah blah I GET it.” Roi Singe finally deadpanned, and Ryuuko at least came out of it embarrassed.

“Be that as it may, You’ll forgive my being a bit on the cautious side.”

“Overprotective more like. Ryuuko if you want to adopt me all you have to do is ask.” He dramatically flops until he’s clinging to Kagami’s shoulders. “You’ll have to fight Tam, Xuan, and Vihn to get their approval first but i’d LOVE to have a new sist-”

Ryuuko’s sword is drawn and the hilt jabbed in his side until he dramatically ‘falls’ to the ground, clutching his injury.

“Ohhhh I am slain! Et Tu, Ryuuko?”

Ladybug rolls her eyes at the hijinks before looking back in the direction of Sun Min. Clearly still thinking about what Roi supposedly heard.

We cut back to Sun Min, taking in the shenanigans, and thinking for a moment, before shrugging.

“What a lovely little group I’ve got here!” he chirps before stepping into the light. The three heroes reacting in shock. “A monkey, a dragon and a ladybug, that sounds like a ‘walks into a bar’ joke waiting to happen!”

The three fall into defensive stances, but Sun Min continues uninterrupted “The Bartender says ‘we don’t serve animals here’! But the Monkey speaks up and says ‘wait we’re all good luck! Dragons, ladybugs and Monkeys are all signs of good fortune!’ so the bartender lets them in, The ladybug brings a big crowd of customers, the dragon keeps the drinks cold, and the Monkey breaks all the glasses. The Bartender says ‘I thought you said Monkeys were good luck!’ to which the monkey responds ‘Yeah, good luck for your competition’!”

Sun Min laughs at his own joke. “And that was right off the top of my head too!”

“Who are you?” Ladybug demands.

“Wow, all business huh? Not an ounce of playfulness from earlier?” Sun Min huffs “I’m hurt, Bugaboo.”

“If I can't call her that you sure as HELL can’t.” Roi Singe huffs, getting ready to charge.

“Ohhh protective, you really HAVE known her for years, haven’t you?”

“State your business.” Ryuuko responds, painting her sword in his direction.

“Wow you guys are no fun at all.” Sun Min huffs “Fine. I’m… ehhh you guys call us by our animals, so call me The Lion.” He stretches his arms. “I figured it was about time I introduced myself to some of ‘Paris’ angels’ see what's going on with your kind. You know… test your mettle, peer into some hearts, kick some ass.” Sun Min draws out his brass knuckles and cracks his neck.

“Unless you lot are chicken.” Sun Min pauses for a second “Wait, you can’t be! We took the rooster back!”

Seems like that was what he needed to say because all three looked down to throw down. And Sun Min grins to himself.

The fight starts fast and loose, Ryuuko charging forth first and Sun Min expertly dodging the strike of the blade before getting in as close as he can to deliver a punch. Ryuuko dodges as well and for a while it seems like the two are practically playing tag, strike and dodge and strike and dodge.

But this competition is interceded by Roi coming in from the back with his staff, Sun Min seeming to struggle a bit more as two against one. Things are still locked in a stalemate but it seems like that could change quickly.

Which means of course Ladybug decides to join in. Yoyo grappling Sun Min’s wrist and pulling him backward until his back is pressed against Ladybug’s chest.

“Whatever.” Sun Min huffs. “This isn’t worth THIS much effort. Judgement.” his hand darts back and grabs the side of Ladybug’s head far quicker than any of them could pull him away.

Golden light passes between them, and once again we see the Judgement world through Sun Min’s eyes, this time a speedrun of the series proper. First becoming Ladybug all the way to her rallying cry at the end of season three. All of those notable stories and scenes that proved Ladybug’s mettle both in and out of the suit.

When Sun Min stands up properly again he quickly divests himself from the grapple and takes a step away from the still slightly dazed Ladybug.

“Interesting.” he hums. Ryuuko closes in on him again but this time he easily blocks her sword, stopping the path of the swing with one of his knuckle dusters.

“You’re an idealist, Miss Bug. I’ll give you that.” He turns and walks away with a wave.

“Hey!” Roi Singe shouts “What the hell was that?!” Roi Singe then, say it with me now folks, springs into the brawl again headfirst. Sun Min grabs the staff as it comes toward him, turning Roi around in his grip and throwing the brick of a boy in Ryuuko’s direction. The both go stumbling back and Ladybug going to grab her friends before they fall off the edge of the building.

By the time all three are on even ground again the Lion is gone.

“....well that was embarrassing.” Roi singe huffs, Ryuuko pauses for a moment and smacks him upside the head.

“I told you about rushing into things headfirst!”

But we follow back to Sun Min, as he’s going back about his travels across the city, every so often detransforming to do touristy things, because he hasn’t been doing too many touristy things here. Every so often however, we see him sitting on rooftop ledges and under overhangs, communicator open, and during those times we hear him talking to Yun Eun-Ji.

“-And it looks like at the very least their LEADER has her head on straight! The whole thing makes us look a helluva lot more like the bad guys-”

“Did you know that Master Wan was on the ‘killing kids’ rampage long before we got here?’

“In one of her memories the Snake mentioned that the Tiger merely died in a reset, specifically due to Master Wu. I thought it was against a healer’s creed to take a life-?”

“And when compared to M. Agreste’s memories it seems to line up- but I don’t wanna be too hasty on that-”

At this last one we hold on Sun Min as his fake lion ears twitch. “....I’m gonna have to call you back.” and he puts away the communicator, properly drawing his knuckle dusters.

“....I don’t appreciate being followed.” He announces loudly. “I’m in the middle of something here!”

“Chatting with your friends is hardly what one may consider busy.” A familiar voice responds, and stepping out of the shadows is our favorite sonofabitch, Tsering Wan.

“Master Wan, I’m not a little kid anymore, I don't need a chaperone.”

“What were you speaking with your friend about?”

“I was just telling Yun Eun-Ji that being a traitor sounds really cool actually- what do you THINK I was telling her? I’ve been introducing myself. I wanted to keep her updated so she doesn’t think I’m dead in the Seine or something.”

“Watch your tone boy, talk like that even in jest is dangerous.”

“What? It’s funny!”

“For you perhaps. However I myself have grown weary of traitorous behaviors as of late.” Sun Min stiffens as Tsering Wan approaches him. “Not to mention how flagrantly disrespectful such talk is.”

“Apologies Master Wan, I didn’t mean to make you upset.”

“‘Upset’ is a strong word. You didn’t mean to invoke my suspicions.”

“Then I apologize for that.”

“Hm.” The two stand in silence for a moment longer before the Scorpion turns to the Lion.

“And your introductions? Have you learned much from our new foes?”

“Nothing the others haven’t already found out. The Monkey rushes headfirst into things, the Dragon is skilled in swordplay, the Ladybug is clever. There weren’t a lot of them around when I showed up.”

“I see.”

“I figure if I stay out I can draw some more of them out at least.”

“You know better than to use Judgement on them, I hope. The last thing we need in this war is one of our warriors to be fooled by perspective and come to see our enemies as anything else.”

“I’m no fool Master Wan. I was given Valoor to understand not to sway. Isn't part of a skill in knowing when to not use it?”

“Indeed.” Tsering Wan reached forward and pats his shoulder. “Simply be aware. Their little ‘team’ is well known for being able to twist others into a false sense of control.”

“Of course Master.” Sun Min grins and his mouth of sharp Lion-Like teeth gleam. Tsering Wan tilts his head to the side briefly but turns and walks off, seemingly vanishing after blending into the shadows.

Sun Min takes a deep breath and turns away, back to the city outside. Now he spends some time really drawing attention to himself, sitting down with civilians and chatting and posing for pictures with teenagers who seem to think he’s a cosplayer. Letting small children pet the fur on his costume and wiggling his lion ears to make them giggle.

He’s talking to a random civilian (Pigeon man for that sweet sweet cameo?) when his ears twitch and his eyes shift to the side.

“Excuse me M. Ramier. I have to go deal with something.”

“Oh! Well thank you for your company stranger!”

Sun Min huffs and sure enough as he stands a black gloved hand appears on his shoulder.

“Hey man.”

“Chat Noir, was it?”

“Got it in one. Listen. We need to talk, you and me.”

“Fair enough.” Sun Min shrugs and with Chat Noir’s hand still firmly on his arm the two arrive at a rooftop.

“Really? Bloodhound and Nimh? You decided to corner me with the two newbies?” Sun Min huffs, “I’m offended, Adrien.”

“Hey!” Bloodhound responds “That- I’m not THAT untrained! I kicked my father’s ass-”

Sun Min smacks a hand onto his forehead. “Felix, not now. I’m talking with Adrien. Go kiss your girlfriend.”

All three heroes pale at his words.

“What?”

“How did you-” Nimh stars but Sun Min waves her off

“Bridget, Poor untrained Bridget, only here because of the Bad Timeline, get her in your fold so she won’t be tempted into ours.” Sun Min humms playfully and when the others stiffen he grins. “Calm down you guys I’m not here to fight.”

“I’m pretty sure Roi Singe, Ladybug, and Ryuuko would say otherwise-!” Chat steps forward, staff raised in challenge.

“Nah, see, I was there to fight them. I was curious about what they were chatting about. You guys? I’m not about to fight the newbies,” He takes a step forward, hand tight on his staff and pushing it to the side, “you’re the only one here I want to chat with. See, I wanna give you a… Judgement.”

The golden light races from Sun Min’s palm, down the staff, and into Chat Noir’s hands. And much like Ladybug we see for a moment the series on speedrun, but this time we see Adrien’s arc in it. Gaining Plagg, then losing him and earning him back, forming the New Order, and finally becoming a leader.

“Hm…” Sun Min humms. “You’ve been through quite a lot Adrien. The Judgement had some mixed reviews.” Adrien darts away from him.

“What?! What was that?”

“My power, Judgement. It reveals to me the path that has led a man where he is now. After all, one can only make a judgement when one has all the facts.” Sun Min shrugs. “Not very combative, but the Lion is the Kwami of Justice so what can ya do.”

“Then why did you-”

“Master Zhao is looking into your magical imprints, he has all three of the remaining elementals plus yourself and ladybug. And he will be able to use them to find out your identities if that's how he applies said knowledge, or he could find a way to turn it into a localized attack that would only hurt you and yours.”

“...What?”

“Your father is rather set on his cooperation with our Order being determined by your safety. But he thinks you’re still the dog.” He nods to Felix. “He wants Fenrir- or Bloodhound now, alive, but he’s fine with Chat Noir dying. You see the issue that may arise there?”

“Wait, that means you know all of our-”

“All of your identities, yeah, but here’s the thing, I don't care. A lot of what’s been going on hasn’t been adding up with what I was told upon coming to Paris, and I care more about finding out what’s really going on with my order than i do about blindly following it.”

“So tell Ladybug, it was a lot of fun fighting her, but don’t expect me to show up to battles much!”

“Wait, Lion, was it?”

“Sure.”

“...Are you going to tell your order our identities?”

Sun Min pauses before laughing. “What do I look like, a snitch?”

We fade to black on that scene, and when an image returns, we see Sun Min in his current abode at the Mansion, one of the guest rooms, laying on the bed like a teen about to gossip with his laptop sitting in front of him, the camera’s light on to indicate he’s visible. The sun shines in the window, but it’s clearly lower than we last saw it, and it’s rising.

And on the screen, we get to see Yun Eun-Ji for the first time. She’s a South Korean woman with a wide grin and short hair cropped close to her head. She looks tired, despite the late afternoon glow in her background.

“So what, another sleepless night?” Sun Min guesses.

Yun Eun-Ji takes a long drink of a coffee. “What was your first clue?”

“Simple, that’s the mug you use when you’ve already had one but don’t want to rinse out the first mug because it’d take too long.”

She glares at him and takes another long drink of her coffee.

“So why are you harassing me on this fine day Sun Min? Isn’t it like early morning over there?”

“Barely, it’s like ten.”

“You’re still jet lagged, You’ve been sending me messages when it was definitely the middle of the night.”

“.....okay fair.”

“So why?”

Sun Min humms. “....I think you might be right.”

We cut to black, but Yun Eun-Ji has one more line for us

“I’m always right, What am I right about this time?”

#Miraculous Ladybug #Miraculous rewrite #rewrite #The Lion #Mod Vega #Mod Aimee

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themotionz · 4 years

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Why We’re Here

Tamir Rice. Micheal Brown. Eric Garner. Breonna Taylor. George Floyd. Each of these people died at the hands of police officers for no good reason. Despite social media coverage and protests following these deaths, police violence in America has not decreased. Nothing has changed.

More than 1,100 people are killed due to police violence each year, making America one of the worst nations for police brutality in the western world. And the risk is 2.5 times more likely for an African-American man to be killed by the police than a white person.

We are seeing a needless amount of casualties- and it’s not just because of a few bad apples. The entire American policing system contributes to the problems that we see today. We need not just to protest, but to push for specific legislative changes. In a series of posts, we hope to inform you about the reformable problems in the police system.

Specifically, we will focus on:

The problems of fear-based training

The abuse of power by police unions

The Law Enforcement Officers’ Bill of Rights

The dangers of prosecutor relationships

And the injustice in qualified immunity

First, through an emphasis on fear-based training, officers are primed to see the community that they are supposed to serve as a threat- no wonder they find enemies where there are none.

This is in contrast to other nations, such as the U.K, where most police officers aren’t even armed with guns. They are trained instead in conflict de-escalation to talk down an armed suspect to eliminate the threat, without the need for force. The UK reported 55 fatal shootings between 1990 and 2014, which in over two decades is 20 times less than the amount of deaths in a single year in America, even though their population is only 6 times less than ours.

And because the investigation and trial process is biased towards officers, they are often not even held accountable for any misconduct.

In the past 15 years, only 35 officers were convicted of crimes related to on-duty fatal shootings. Only 3 of those officers were convicted of murder. This means that an officer has less than .02% chance of being convicted of a crime after killing someone.

Why?

We have the problem of the abuse of power of police unions, who have taken their role of protecting employees too far. For example, some make sure officers receive desk-duty or paid leave while being investigated, and even after being charged for a felony. Provisions like these in police union contracts deliberately make it difficult to punish officers, and allow them to get off easy.

Unions are also responsible for the Law Enforcement Officers’ Bill of Rights, a set of rules that make it more difficult to investigate an officer and give them an unfair advantage. For example, officers are entitled to a “cooling off” period of a couple of days before they can be interrogated. During this period, officers have ample time and ability to access the plaintiffs’ testimonies before they even have to give their statement- an opportunity that a member of the general public does not have..

The corruption does not end with the investigation.

Local prosecutors rely on the police to produce witnesses and gather evidence to prosecute criminals, and develop a working relationship. When they are then expected to prosecute these same cops, it creates a conflict of interest. Because of this, prosecutors will often choose not to press charges, or be less harsh on the police officers who they are supposed to be holding accountable.

In April 2015, Norman Cooper, a 33 year-old African American man drove to his brother’s house while having a mental health episode. Concerned for Norman’s health, his brother called 911. He expected officers to be able to talk Norman down, or take him to the hospital. Instead, officers Flaig and Sanchez quickly lost patience with Cooper’s delirium. Within 5 minutes of arriving at the scene, the officers began shouting at Cooper. After 11 minutes, Sanchez began to tase Cooper. Over the next three minutes, Flaig and Sanchez shocked Cooper

“a total of nine times, shooting a 50,000-volt current through his body for nearly a minute total.”

Cooper’s heart stopped beating 4 minutes later, leaving his wife without a husband and his 2 children without a father.

Cooper’s family sued the officers at fault, but Flaig and Sanchez were still given something called “qualified immunity.” This immunity is granted when a grand jury determines that an officer should not have been expected to know that their actions were an abuse of power. For immunity to be rejected, the accused crime must be “clearly established” by a previous case that took place in a similar situation. This allows ‘unique’ cases where charges are dropped even though an officer is clearly at fault.

Flaig and Sanchez are not the only ones-the fact that offenses must be “clearly established” is why

in 2019 more than half of police use of force cases were thrown out,

as the defendants were granted qualified immunity.

This lack of accountability only reinforces the violence used by cops- it increases distrust between the cop and their community and sends the message that they will get away with whatever force is used.

It is not enough to protest for individual officers to be held accountable- we need true reform, and we need your help. Find your local representatives and senators, and use this information to push them to take action. Help end unnecessary police violence one and for all.

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f-agee · 4 years

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I'm not really good at prompts but here goes nothing.

Claudette is beside herself when she finds out she's pregnant. For most people, this would be fantastic news. Hell, it would have been great news for her if there weren't a few significant issues. The first being that's she's stuck in an almost constant state of peril—second being that she has to find away to keep now not only herself safe but also her unborn child. The last issue but definitely not least is that the father of her child isn't exactly the friendliest or even friendly to begin with.

Claudette/ Frank or (whoever you pick I can't pick between Michael ,Evan ,Frank ,Kazan ,or Pyramid head)

It’s on ao3 if you wanna read it there too. I decided to do Pyramid head cause I like him and it was more interesting compared to some other killers for me

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24712846

For the first time after being trapped into the Entity, Claudette cried. She honestly thought all her tears have dried out by now. Every trial being an all too familiar torture she couldn’t even produce tears for anymore, but leave it to the Entity to find a new way to torture its inhabitants. In the end she can’t even blame the Entity for her mistake, it was even kind enough to grant her odd and unusual wish for a pregnancy test after she started getting sick. The dreaded object sat tossed aside carelessly near the log that she sat at, hidden away in the deepest part of an unexplored wood in order for her to feel comfortable enough to take it. It was her fault for not being careful, her fault for not thinking you could even get pregnant here, and her fault for even sleeping with the man in general. Despite everyone else she could try to blame, her newfound torturer was herself.

She tried to reason with herself a little, every act of negligence on her part did have a very valid reason to it. She never had her period since coming here, she’s had unprotected sex multiple times since being here, and if she was gonna be honest, she wouldn’t have even guessed that Pyramid Head was fertile. He seemed more like an entity himself rather than a regular human being. She would’ve been more concerned if she had slept with that Legion boy instead of him, but in the end she’d slept with him and was now facing the consequences of their actions.

There was nothing particularly bad about the man, except for the fact that he was a monster, and that was something that pained her more than usual. It was a somewhat ignorant thought that she would have never had otherwise, but in her grief, logic and empathy was starting to evade her. Claudette knew he was an intelligent beast. He responded to natural human conversation and was definitely capable of deeper thought despite his inability to speak them. They’ve had quite a few deep conversations before they started sleeping together, but for some reason Claudette felt a little disgusted with herself. Almost like she had slept with an animal and somehow found herself pregnant. The thought felt grotesque in her brain, and when she was more like herself, she felt that she should apologize to the man for even having such a thought cross her mind.

She hiccuped and cried harder into her hands. In a deeper part of her mind, she just knew her harsh and untrue thoughts were because of what he was to her. He was indeed monstrous to her both in stature and in nature. A born killer who preys upon the undeserving with no conviction would never make for a good father. She wished Jake had gotten her pregnant instead. They’ve had a few hook ups here and there towards the beginning of being trapped into the Entity.

Claudette couldn’t call it romantic, it was two people who were desperate for contact who wanted to feel a connection with someone they trusted. Their relationship remained platonic despite what they’d have done, and they were both fine with that. Claudette would’ve felt bad if she had thrusted a child onto him for something so inconsequential to both of them, but at least it would’ve been easy. It would’ve been a whole hell of a lot less complicated if it weren’t for the fact that the real father was a non verbal killer. It would’ve been one less situation to torture herself with.

She knew the father wasn’t Jake. They haven’t slept together in what seemed like years, and Claudette hasn’t had sex with any one else recently except for Pyramid Head. Oh God, to think that her baby daddy doesn't even have a name, just a title to call himself, made Claudette feel sick again. Once again, she shouldn’t be attacking him for things that he neither is, nor can he control, and she would definitely apologize to him later, but her child’s growth and future would absolutely be affected negatively by their bloody heritage. It’s already horrible enough to grow up in a place like this, but to have a visible murderer and torturer as your father doesn’t help.

She wonders if the baby would even make it. She’s so lucky she hasn’t died recently, but luck in this place dies just as quickly as the inhabitants it affects. Who knows what’ll happen to the baby if she dies, especially if her killer damages her stomach in the process? She knows that she’ll come back ok, but what about her unborn child? If her baby dies from her inability to protect it, the grief it will cause her would kill her again. She wouldn’t even know when she would have lost it. Prenatal care is almost impossible in this place, even more so with the fact that the only hospital in this realm has an ultra sadistic tormentor guarding it. She would have to wait to either miscarry in or out of a trial, or wait and see if her symptoms go away and she never grows bigger. She’ll sit and wonder if the Entity never put her baby back together like it did her after she died, just to start grieving for something that was dead months ago.

Even if her baby did survive, would they be healthy? Claudette could only imagine what it would be like to have continuous trauma to her womb during pregnancy. It’s not that she would love her child any less, quite the contrary actually, but she would always feel that it was her fault that her child wasn’t born as healthy as it could be. She also hoped that her child wouldn’t be afflicted with the same… condition as its father. She took the time to pause in her tears to laugh dryly. She could only imagine the torture of both carrying and birthing a child with a pyramid head. All of the cute little milestones of the baby moving around in her womb would slice her stomach open, or at least cause extensive, possibly irreversible damage to her. If it got bad enough it would probably be for the best to get an abortion, but God did she want this child. Despite every bad hand that's been dealt to her, she still loved this baby. She still wanted to make it work. She still wanted to see if she and Pyramid Head could be a family.

A family. That’s truly what she wanted at the end of the day. She definitely thought of the other survivors as her makeshift family, but this was different. To love someone dearly and have them love you back in such a way that only parents and their children could share. That’s what she wanted for herself. She wished she could’ve planned everything out better. If she was still going to have a child with Pyramid Head, she wanted them to be in love with each other. To at least have a romantic relationship before being saddled with a child. She wanted to have him love her, if not for her, then for the child. She’s seen what parents who hate each other’s guts do to children born between them, and she didn’t want another thing to add onto the child’s list of hardships. It’s not that she couldn’t have a loving relationship now, they’ve talked a lot and enjoyed each other's company many times before, but the chance that he wouldn’t love her in that way or would want anything to do with the child was far too high.

She’ll find out soon enough. It was for the best if she told him now before things got too deep. Her tears started to subside and before she knew it, she was already getting up to try and find a path that leads to Silent Hill. She only vaguely remembered the way to the confined hellscape, the killer being too new for habitual familiarity, and she hoped she didn’t stumble into any other killers territory. Afraid of what they could do to her if she walked into a particularly hostile domain, she started to feel herself tremble from more than just the tears.

She hadn’t even thought about it, but all of the extra stress that gets put on her could cause her to miscarry. Who cares if you escape a mad man’s clutches, when that same mad man scares you so past your wits that your own body kills the life inside it. Not to mention even if she survives the miscarry danger zone of the first few months, the further along she gets, the harder it is for her to run, hide, or help her friends. Try as her friends might they couldn’t do much for her if she couldn’t do it herself. None of them could face a killer toe to toe, and even as a group they can only save and protect the people who could help themselves out of a chase. If a killer truly wanted to kill a specific survivor, they will, and everyone who tries to stop them will only get hurt in the process. She can beg for mercy from the more kind and moralistic killers. Wraith, Legion, Huntress, hell maybe even the Oni may be more willing to turn a blind eye to her would be rounded form, but she knows for a fact that killers like Clown, Micheal and the Doctor would relish in the new ways they can torture her and would specifically seek her out in trials.

Her breathing got rapid and irregular. She was at the beginning of a panic attack and she knew it. This was all becoming too much for her. All this heartache, for a child that she wanted to keep. She needed to calm herself, knowing that it would do more harm than good if she let herself spiral, but her grief weakened mind couldn’t handle the onslaught of emotions. She paused in her steps, before falling to her knees. She didn’t even notice the startings of the familiar blood stained concrete, or the large figure walking towards her from a distance.

The ground shook slightly with the weight of Pyramid Head’s steps, small tremors getting stronger the closer he walked towards her. The even shaking gave her something to synchronize her breaths to, making her calm enough to at least be aware of her surroundings. Something must have gotten her there quicker or maybe she was just walking faster than she thought, either way she’s glad she made it here and not panicking alone in the forest. The sight of Pyramid Head clambering towards her would’ve scared her a month ago, but they’ve met up with each other like this a lot since then. It especially loses its impact after you’ve slept with a guy. Plus she had bigger fears on her mind than a man who seemed more concerned rather than bloodthirsty.

Claudette didn’t look up to him as he came to a stop directly in front of her. Her breathing had calmed down some, but she could still feel herself shaking violently. Only when the man kneeled down and put his hand on her shoulder, did she look up to him. She wondered how he could see with that thing on. If it were some sort of helmet, he would definitely only be able to give her a sideways glance, as he had to turn his head in order to not hit her with the metal contraption. He tilted his head even more to the side in concern, obviously asking a silent ‘What's wrong?’ To her. She knows she must look a mess to him, tear stained face and hyperventilating while sitting on the ground.

Her attack had mostly passed, but it’s disappearance did nothing to quell her shaking. She was definitely going to start crying again, and she didn’t even tell him what happened yet. The silence was starting to kill her. She wished either of them could speak to break the spell. She wished that she was strong enough to just let it all out. She wished that even when she did tell him that she was pregnant with his child, he could respond back and tell her exactly how he felt about the whole thing. She wished that she could’ve gotten pregnant under normal circumstances. Tears started to flow down her cheeks again as she whimpered softly.

Pyramid Head let out a startled low whine as he quickly shifted from letting go of her, to frantically waving his arms in front of her, then finally settling his large hands on her cheeks to both wipe her tears and let him have a clearer view of her face. He was definitely not used to comforting people, Claudette now knew that for a fact, but his genuine concern and eccentric way of doing it made Claudette feel a little better. She managed to let out a short teary laugh and put her hand up to hold his arm.

“Thank you,” She leaned into his touch and sighed. “I'm sorry... For the things I thought and said that you didn’t deserve. I’m sorry that I forced you into this position. I’m so sorry for everything.”

Now he looked even more confused than before. He paused in his ministrations and only seemed to stare at her. She knows he’s probably tired of her beating around the bush. She hasn’t said anything or done anything of substance since seeing him, only bawling her eyes out and panicking. She might as well get it out already, especially since, as a new killer, he gets called out often and could leave at any moment. She looked down, took a shaky inhale of breath, and licked her lips. Well… here goes nothing.

“Pyramid Head, I don’t know how it happened, but…” A pause.

“I-,” She looked back up at him. “I’m pregnant.”

She could feel him go stiff and even tighten his grip on her cheeks. As he made no further movements, Claudette felt the need to go on. To explain herself, to hear anything but the silence and the lack of clear emotion from the man.

“I asked the Entity to give me a pregnancy test, and it was positive… I want to keep it, if you don’t mind, but I don't know what to do. How we could survive, if we could survive. How I could raise them in a place like this,” Her eyes darted to and fro wildly, her hands following. She couldn’t help but to ramble. She needed someone there to listen, and here was just the man who needed to hear it. “God do I want this kid! I really do, but this is going to be so hard. And I don’t know if I’ll be raising the child alone or-”

Pyramid Head quickly grabbed her shoulders and shook them with a strong grunt. She finally looked up at him to see his large helm quickly swaying back and forth. This was somewhat unexpected to her, considering his lack of a positive reaction initially. Does he want to help raise the child? If so could her little fantasy of a happy family be closer to a reality? The thoughts ran laps around her mind. She felt her hopes starting to bubble up inside her. She wanted to see just how far she can press her luck.

“So… would you be willing to raise it with me?” A nod as his hand went down to softly palm her belly. She was starting to feel a smile coming on. “Well I don’t want to ruin what we have going on right now, but I was wondering if you wanted to.. I don’t know. Maybe start dating?”

There was a short pause that made Claudette’s heart drop a bit. She was going to backtrack on her words, but a confused grunt stopped her. She looked at him curiously as he pointed between them, made a lewd gesture with his hands, then formed a heart after he was finished. Claudette could feel her cheeks heat up at his display before questioning its meaning.

“Where we already dating when we had sex?” A curt nod was her only answer. She blinked stupidly for a second, then laughed at her ignorance. She was apparently worried about their relationship over nothing. She’s at least glad that she had one thing going positively for her.

“Sorry I didn’t realize. Most of the times I’ve had sex was mostly just flings, and to be honest it wasn’t a lot…” He put a hand on her shoulder and rubbed it, trying to comfort her.

“Well that’s at least two of my worries gone, but what about the more pressing issues. I don’t know if the baby could survive an attack or me dying. I know you wouldn’t hurt me, but what about the other killers? You can’t always be there to protect me,” They both looked down darkly at the grim situation. “I mean I could ask some killers not to target me. I know at least a few who wouldn’t hurt me-”

Pyramid Head gave a low growl at that. So that was a hard no, but they didn’t have a whole lot of options here, and Claudette knew that neither of them wanted to test the Entity’s rules on pregnancy death. Suddenly Pyramid Head made another noise as he then gestured to himself, then towards the sky. She took a moment to think about what he was trying to say.

“Are you gonna ask the Entity yourself?” Another nod. A killer asking the Entity for a favor worked out a lot better than a survivor asking for one, but Pyramid Head was new. Who knows if the Entity will trust him to keep promises or not, although he does have a good track record for kills so far. Claudette made a face. She didn’t like to take her chances with the Entity, but this was the only shot they got.

“Well… it’s worth a shot. I sure hope this works out.” She gave a reassuring smile as he rubbed her shoulder again. Eventually he pulled his hand off her shoulder, and opened up his arms to her for a hug. Claudette wasted no time taking him up on the offer, and quickly threw herself into the well needed hug. His hold was strong yet mindful of her small form. Strong bloodied hands lifted her carefully as he stood with her still in his arms. He walked them towards the main building, most likely on his way to the library, as was their usual hangout spot. The familiar scenery of the book filled room made Claudette feel the same sense of euphoria as when she’s in a garden. They definitely have a lot more to talk about, as difficult as some of the conversations may be they must be had. At least they had 9 months to think about the details.

#claudette morel #pyramid head #dbd prompts #dbd #submission

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absolxguardian · 4 years

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T H E F E A R S

I mean what I said. These things, these forces, they are our fear. Deep fears. Primordial. Always looking for ways to grow and spread.

I always think it helps to imagine them like colours. The edges bleed together, and you can talk about little differences: “oh, that’s indigo, that’s more lilac”, but they’re both purple. I mean, I guess there are technically infinite colours, but you group them together into a few big ones. A lot of it’s kind of arbitrary. I mean, why are navy blue and sky blue both called blue, when pink’s an entirely different colour from red? Y’know? I don’t know, that’s just how it works.

And like colours, some of these powers, they feed into or balance each other. Some really clash, and you just can’t put them together. I mean, you could see them all as just one thing, I guess, but it would be pretty much meaningless, y’know, like… like trying to describe a… shirt by talking about the concept of colour.

Of course, with these things it’s not a simple spectrum, y’know, it’s more like -

An infinite amorphous blob of terror bleeding out in every direction at once.

Sometimes you impulse buy a kid’s rock painting set from Micheal's of all places and end up using it to make sigils for all of the Fears.

Close ups under the cut (also poetic descriptions drawing from my headcanons about the Fears).

The End. Death. Terminus.

The oldest of all the fears. All other Fears are simply layers separating the fear from it’s source- the fear of death. It was created because of fear, and fear was created because of it. It is the end, the stopping of it all, the force we fight against every day with every breath.

Primary Avatars: The Reapers/Death, The Sybil (Oliver Banks), and The Speaker (”Jane Doe”)

Ritual: It has no need of one, all threads must be cut one day.

Allies: They are all its children.

The Hunt.

The End’s firstborn. It was born in the time before sapience, when fear was simpler. But that was still enough. It is a fear for animals, of being hunted down and killed, of being prey.

Primary Avatars: The Hunters and predators [mundane].

Ritual: The Everchase

Allies: The Flesh, The Slaughter, The Desolation, and The Eye.

Enemies: The Vast and The Buried.

The Vast. The Falling Titian.

The child of The End and the twin of The Buried. It began as an animal’s fear, of the fall that shatters your bones of the sea you cannot cross for it is not yours. But with sapience, it evolved. It is falling, heights, lighting, and the Not Yours that surrounds Yours. But also a human’s own insignificance and the true emptiness of the world. It is too much space.

Primary Avatars: The Fairchild family and The Lightning’s (Michael Crew).

Ritual: The Awful Deep

Allies: The Lonely, The Flesh, The Eye, and The Dark.

Enemies: The Buried.

The Buried. The Center. Choke. Too Close I Cannot Breathe

The child of The End and the twin of The Vast. It did not evolve as much as its despised sibling. It is suffocation, and the dirt that fills lungs. But with humans, it became more complex, more existential, as it always does. Those brains can find more in caves than suffocation or the dark. While even an animal fears a small space in case they get trapped and fall to a hunter, only humans could create constructs to bind and crush each other with. It is when there is too little space.

Primary Avatars: The Pit and The Gravedigger (Hezekiah Wakely)

Ritual: The Sunken Sky.

Allies: The Lonely, The Dark and the Web.

Enemies: The Vast, The Flesh, The Eye, and The Slaughter.

The Dark. Mister Pitch. The Forever Blind.

A direct child of The End. The fear of the dark- for it is scary because we cannot know. We cannot see the threats that may hid in its embrace. With the life-giver being a star, it has come to oppose all life and heat. It wishes for blind eyes.

Primary Avatars: The Church of the Divine Host, The Rayner, and the Black Star.

Ritual: The Extinguished Sun.

Allies: The Vast, The Buried, The Stranger, The Spiral, and The Dark.

Enemies: The Eye.

The Desolation. The Lightless Flame. The Devastation. Blackened Earth.

The End’s child. While it sure does love the destruction aspects of fire, it is not just fear of burning. It is the fear of pain and the fear of loss- of power, possessions, or loved ones. It lacks the motivation of The Hunt or the Flesh and destroys more than just lives, unlike The Slaughter.

Primary Avatars: The Church of the Lightless Flame, The Flame’s Messiah (Agnes Montague), and natural disasters [mundane]

Ritual: The Scoured Earth.

Allies: The Slaughter, The Hunt, and the Buried.

Enemies: The Flesh and The Corruption.

The Lonely. Forsaken. The One Alone.

The End’s youngest solo child and a fear for humans alone. It is the complex webs of society on top of a simple fact- you need the pack to survive. Not to mention that the simple physical brains of humans abhor isolation as well. Isolation, both emotional and physical, strip away one’s mental and physical wellbeing and often driving them to drugs. And simple physical isolation will strip away one’s connection to reality itself, so The Lonely feasts on that unraveling mind just aware enough to fear the fall.

Primary Avatars: The Luckas family.

Ritual: The Forsaken.

Allies: The Buried, The Vast, and The Spiral.

The Flesh. The Meat.

The child of The Hunt and its successor. It is a fear for animals, but those that never know freedom or a game to try to escape. Their path is set, they are the animals raised and slaughtered by humans for meat, with no risk to themselves. They are to be eaten their flesh in a form unconnected to their own appearance, consumed by those who know not how to prepare them. While humans are not raised like that, their separation from The Hunt makes them quiver at the idea of being consumed in any form. With all their knowledge in this era, humans are coming to understand that they may be no different than animals- just organic molecules animated by electricity. The Flesh also feasts on that philosophizing.

Primary Avatars: The Eurachist [mundane] and slaughterhouse workers [mundane].

Ritual: The Last Feast.

Allies: The Hunt, The Corruption, The Desolation, The Stranger, and The Spiral.

Enemies: The Slaughter and The Buried.

The Slaughter. Violence. War

The child of The Desolation and The Hunter. It the anticipation of uncertain violence. It is violence that isn’t committed for the direct benefit of the murder and/or specifically because of the victim. It is found in both frenzied killers and in the steely, impersonal murder of armies. It rules over all the fear that comes from war, and eats heartily from all the conflicts humans keep creating all by themselves.

Primary Avatars: War Ghosts, The Piper/War, and soldiers [mundane].

Ritual: The Risen War.

Allies: The Desolation, The Hunter, and The Web.

Enemies: The Flesh and the Buried.

The Eye. The Beholding. Ceaseless Watching.

The Hunter’s least favorite child. An animal fears being watched because it means a predator may be observing, but humans have taken that fear as an end onto itself. It is watching, recording, and servailing. It feasts on the scraps of other Fears, reliving the trauma of their victims.

Primary Avatars: The Archive (The Magnus Institute), The Archivist (Jonathan Sims), and The Heart (Elias Bouchard)

Ritual: The Watcher’s Crown

Allies: The Web and The Hunt.

Enemies: The Dark, The Stranger, and The Spiral.

The Stranger. I Do Not Know You.

The child of The Dark, sapience extending the unknown to the other. It is the fear of what is not quite human. But the fear of the humans that are not quite you? Humans spend so much time creating reasons and convincing others to fear eachother. So much mundane fear of the other exists that The Stranger could survive on that alone.

Primary Avatars: The NotThem/dopplegangers, The Circus of the Other, The Deliverers, and bigots [mundane].

Ritual: The Unknowing.

Allies: The Dark and The Spiral.

Enemies: The Eye.

The Spiral. The Twisting Deceit, Esmentiaras, It Is Not What It Is.

The Dark’s other child, for one cannot know if one cannot trust their senses. It is the fear of madness, of unreality. It induces this fear by warping reality, leading its victims to believe they are the ones at fault.

Primary Avatars: The Distortion (once Micheal, now Helen Richardson) and The Worker in Clay (”Gabriel”).

Ritual: Our Great Twisting.

Allies: The Dark, The Stranger, The Web and The Flesh.

Enemies: The Eye.

The Corruption. Filth. Crawling Rot.

The child of The Flesh (but born before The Flesh) and The End. It is a collection of things that are unrelated in reality (bugs, rotten food, poison, mold, decay, and disease), but are associated in the mind of humans lacking knowledge- death without a clear cause and corpses.

Primary Avatars: The Hive (Jane Prentiss) and Pestilence (John Amherst).

Ritual: Unknown.

Allies: The Flesh and The Web.

Enemies: The Desolation.

The Web. The Spider. Mother of Puppets.

The child of The Corruption and The Buried. It is the fear of being restrained, but in a more metaphorical sense than The Buried. It is the fear of manipulation, being controlled, and that your will is not your own. And, from its other parent, spiders.

Primary Avatars: The Binding Table, The Spider Horde, and The Patriarch (Raymond Fielding).

Ritual: This world is almost identical to the Web’s, so why bother?

Allies: The Corruption, The Spiral, The Eye, and The Slaughter, The Lonely, The Buried, and The Dark.

Enemies: The Flesh and The Lonely (their relationship is complicated).

The Extinction. The Terrible Change. The Future-Without-Us.

The child of The Stranger and The End, this Fear is still emerging. It developing as humans confront their old hubris about the end times. It is the end of the world, but with no holy rapture. It is an end that isn’t the end of all life, just the end of them. It is the fear of being replaced by another species. It is the fear of how they will ruin themselves. It is the collapse or radical change of society. It is taking all forms of change from the dominions of the other Fears and bringing it into its own.

Primary Avatars: The emergence of true AI [mundane], climate change [mundane], and nuclear weapons [mundane].

Ritual: Many theorize that it seeks to end the world as it is known and replace humans with another sapient species to begin the cycle again.

Allies: The Stranger and The Desolation.

Enemies: Many avatars seek to disrupt its emergence as it would shatter the balance between the powers. They also fear the possibility that The Extinction wouldn’t repopulate the world with a new sapience species right away, setting them back eons.

#tma #the magnus archives #the fears #my art #my writings #rock art

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signoraviolettavalery · 5 years

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strategist-scientia replied to your post “I know Carina is bringing Malex into the light and I am infinitely...”

Kinda scared now tbh because Carina said "Yes" when someone suggested that Michael is probably reminded of Jesse Manes's hand in causing the deaths of his people whenever he looks at Alex. ��

I hope it’s ok that I use your response as the jumping-off point for some meta, because I’ve been wanting to write this since i saw Carina’s tweets, and the inevitable Malex panicking that ensued. There’s a couple tweets about Michael’s headspace that she made that I want to get into, as I consider where Michael’s character will go next season and what that might mean for Malex.

Now, my immediate response to this is: Yes?? Good?? Carina is saying Michael is going to have a character arc next season, and this is a good thing. Characters need arcs, and frankly, I’ve been frustrated that most of his “arc” this season has just been taking care of other people. Equally frankly, I’m glad that this will be the arc, because Michael is completely traumatized right now. He not only lost his family right after finding them, but he’s witnessed the genocide of his race. I’m glad the show is going to deal with that instead of sweep it under the rug. That’s what Michael s a character deserves. And I know it sucks to put queer characters through trauma and misery and suffering, because it seems like that’s the only thing they ever get to experience in narratives. But in a well-written story, you can’t shield your characters from the world and have nothing bad ever happen to them. There need to be low points in order for there to be development, as long as there are high points.

The other tweet that people have been worrying about is this one, about how Michael will react to Alex and how their relationship will changed, based on the fact that Alex’s family is responsible for literally all of the suffering of Michael’s:

This is where people start worrying that Malex will crash and burn, or that Michael will blame Alex for what happened even though it’s not actually Alex’s fault.

So, first of all, I’m going to point out the obvious: it doesn’t sound like English is this person’s first language (which isn’t a dig at them, but just the observation that there may be a language/communication barrier here). Carina’s “yes” is vague af, and twitter is a really shitty medium to sort-of-but-not-really hint at character motivations and what’s coming.

Moving on from that, my thoughts are that Michael isn’t going to outright blame Alex - after all, Alex didn’t do anything. In fact, Alex has literally shut down project Shepard and blackmailed his father to protect Michael, and if Michael knows about project shepard he knows this. Logically, he understands this. But I do think that Michael will pull away from Alex - just as he’ll pull away from Max, Isobel, Maria, and even Liz. He’s going to need space, and he might get self-destructive in all his relationships, not just the one with Alex, because he’s going to blame himself for what happened. It’ll be difficult to watch, but I think that Alex, who himself has extensive experience sabotaging his own relationship as a result of fear and trauma, will understand where he’s coming from and try to help.

I do also think Michael will have a hard time with Alex specifically. Again, it’s not that he’ll blame Alex, because he clearly didn’t blame Alex for his hand, if his desire to rekindle a relationship ten years later is any indication. But Alex will be a living, breathing reminder of the Manes legacy, which has taken literally everything from Michael, starting with his hand and ending with his family. It’s going to get complicated, because just last episode, Michael was telling Max that he believes that there’s no place for him here (on Earth) - something that Jesse made him believe, and something of which his hand serves as a reminder. And now he has even more proof, painful, heartrending, visceral proof, that there is no place for him on this planet, in the sense that humanity as a whole does not accept him for what he is. And the Manes legacy is largely responsible for this.

But. The irony is that while the Manes family has destroyed his family, his life, his home, and his hope, Alex has been all of those things for him. Alex offered him a home when he had none. Alex told him “you’re my family.” Alex, as Michael said in 1x11, made him believe there’s is a place for him here on earth. Home can be a person, and Alex has been his.

And I think Michael will realize that. If Liz can get over the fact that Max covered up her sister’s murder and was responsible for her family suffering hate crimes for ten years, then Michael can get over Alex having a legacy that he has completely and utterly rejected. But it will take time, because trauma isn’t rational, and because Alex did enlist in the military and become a “Manes man” before he ultimately chose Michael. So Michael will have to reconcile those two things - what Alex’s family took from him, and the fact that Alex himself gave back all those things to him. Honestly, I think it’s going to be the culmination of the arc that they’ve been planting the seeds of this season - that home can be a person. Michael Vlamis also hinted that Micheal probably won’t be deciding whether to leave the planet this season, so perhaps this will be a decision he’ll have to make next season. Alex will give him the spaceship piece and set him free, understanding that Michael has never felt like he belongs on Earth and that now he feels like he belongs even less, and that his family is responsible for it. And Michael will have to realize that despite Alex’s legacy, which he has outright rejected, Alex is his home.

It’ll be a long journey, but I honestly think it’ll be fine in the end. Think of it this way: ships, just like characters, need arcs. I know we all say we’d happily watch an entire season of them just cuddling in bed, but come on. None of us actually would. We’d like an actual story. That’s why we tuned in. We want to see characters facing challenges and overcoming them. And yes, just like with queer characters, we don’t want queer pairings to just keep suffering endlessly. But we do want them to have actual, meaningful storylines. And what Carina is hinting at above sounds like an actual storyline. It’s Michael working through legitimate trauma instead of sweeping it under the rug, and Alex learning to live with the legacy of his family. If done well, this is a good storyline. The alternative is either no storyline, or contrived relationship drama, and no one wants that. Remember when, on The Vampire Diaries, Damon and Elena finally got together and the writers had to come up with a dozen reasons to break them up (the sire bond, Katherine possessing Elena, Damon temporarily dying and Elena erasing her memories of him and about a dozen other “plots’)? We really, really don’t want that. We want an actual arc.

Of course, how much you believe Carina and the writers will do justice to this arc depends on how much you trust them to actually meaningfully write it, and that’s up to each viewer to decide on their own. Based on my own personal experience, I think it’ll be fine, because whatever the various flaws of season 1 of Roswell (and they definitely exist), the emotional beats have rung true to me. I understand why characters behave the way they do, their fears, their traumas, and their progress (with some exceptions). So, I think we’ll be fine.

Part of the reason I’m so confident is because every other time we panicked because of a tweet, a promo, or a promo photo, we turned out to be pretty wrong to panic. Let’s recap:

1x09 This is the OG throwback episode, and when Shiri leaked that photo of Michael and Maria naked in the desert, we panicked. We thought Michael and Maria would have a full-blown romance and Michael would leave behind Alex and forget about him, or that Maria would sleep with Michael while knowing about Alex, or any number of worst-case scenarios.

What actually happened: Alex ended things, with finality. Previously, he’d walked away - and we’re led to believe he’s done this multiple times, which means that he’s also come back multiple times, because to walk away again, he had to come back first. But now, for the first time ever in ten years, probably, he said “we’re definitely over.” The love of Michael’s life broke his fucking heart by making him believe they could never have a future together, and Michael’s response was literal suicidal ideation. That line about “I’m just wishing a meteor would strike me down and end my suffering”? That’s suicidal ideation, y’all.

So yeah, he hooked up with Maria because he needed comfort and a connection with someone - but one that he was 100% certain wouldn’t get romantically complicated and messy. He picked Maria because he had a connection with her but thought there wasn’t a chance in the world that she’d catch feelings.

And then Alex came back to him and he took him back and bared his fucking soul and revealed every single one of his deepest secrets.

1x11 This was the UFO emporium re-opening episode, and everybody panicked that Michael and Maria would talk and kiss and/or hook up in the place of Malex’s first kiss. Come on, guys. Like, I get panic, but this was a bit much.

What happened instead: Michael misses Maria, who was pretty much his only friend, and tries to get back onto the same page they were (flirty banter that meant nothing), but which is pretty hard to do once you’ve slept together. Michael believes he and Alex are completely over, and....he skips the Emporium reopening (probably because it’s too painful). Then, Maria, the person he pretty much considers his only friend, gets roofied and possessed by an alien serial killer. So yeah, he’s concerned, and he watches over her, because Michael Guerin is, at heart, a protector who takes care of people, and frankly, if he wasn’t worried about Maria, I’d like him slightly less as a person. Maria drunkenly indicates potential feelings for him, which he shows absolutely no indication of actually reciprocating (he looks concerned and frustrated at best).

1x12 We all thought Malex was going to break up in this episode, despite the fact that they were already broken up and Michael thought they were “over.” We knew there was a tear-inducing Malex moment and we listened to Tyler’s song and I saw no end of posts going around saying Malex was going to break up.

What happened instead: Alex confessed his love for Michael, called Michael family, stayed by him in the face of literal certain death, and physically and emotionally supported him during a moment of devastating heartbreak.

So yes, I get the worry. I especially get the worry because apparently The Magicians fucked over their queer viewers just last night. Believe me, I understand, and I’m not a person to have faith easily. I’ve been through Supernatural fandom and the great Destiel queerbait that was season 8. I’ve been through Sherlock fandom and The Johnlock Conspiracy of seasons 3/4. I am intimately familiar with the nonsense shows pull on queer viewers, and I understand the context in which queer viewers are wary of trusting and investing emotionally. I’m a queer viewer as well, and I get it. I really do. But my personal experience of Roswell has been one of the fandom panicking (because we’ve been burned so many times), followed by us getting literal fanfiction on our screens, with actual love confessions and words like “cosmic” and all the tropes. So in this particular case, I choose to trust, because thus far, I think the show has done well by Malex for the most part, and because so far, almost all of our worries have turned out to be for nothing. And I’m also excited for Malex to have meaningful storylines and things to work through.

That’s my two cents. Thanks for letting me ramble. Feel free to reblog if you think we could stand to spread some positivity.

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littlestshelby · 6 years

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Michaels Girl. Pt2.

Part one.

It was 5 months later now and Michael had bought him and (y/n) a house out in the country close to his adopted family. When he went back to small heath, (y/n) would stay with his mother or have his younger brother stay with her. He didn’t want her to be alone. Mainly because of what had happened but also partly because he was worried she would strain herself.

(Y/n) was now 8 months pregnant and her bump was very noticeable, even though her and Michael weren’t married yet everyone in the village called her Mrs Gray. It made her happy, not that she went into the village much. She didn’t really leave the house. Keeping to herself. She spent most of her time reading or knitting for the baby.

“Love I bought you some apples I’ll leave them in the kitchen I’m off into the city to get Henry’s birthday present do you need anything!” Rosemary called. (Y/n) smiled, she still called Michael, Henry. Obviously Michael never corrected her he had to much respect for the woman who brought him up. They hadn’t told Polly yet but if the baby was a boy they were going to name him after Michaels late adopted father.

“I’m okay thank you rosemary have a nice time!” She shouted back getting to her feet. Her hair was lay over her one shoulder and her dress tight against her stomach. The shawl Michael had bought her for Christmas wrapped around her. She went to the kitchen and watched rosemary potter up the path toward the village.

Michael would be home soon, she reminded herself as she took a deep breath it was starting to get dark and she hated being alone. Michael was never not home this late. She chewed on her fingers staring at the phone from her place on Michaels desk chair.

When they had first moved out to the country Polly and the other shelbys had been against it completely. Shouting about them staying close and keeping safe but Michael had pointed at tommy and seethed out, “it’s your fault this happened she’s staying no where near this place, we are going home.” And three days later they had the house.

(Y/n) reached for the phone but jumped hearing the front door open her panic leaving her body. “Michael!” She called carefully standing up hurrying into the hall. “You’re late I was worrie-“ she froze seeing Michael with his hands above his head two men either side of him. “(Y/n) go to our bedroom and stay there Okay.” He spoke slowly staring at her. (Y/n) was froze her eyes stuck on the guns in the mens hands, Michael had a black eye and his head was bleeding.

“No the bitch stays.” One of the men grabbed her arm and shoved her into the living room Michael shouting for them not to touch her. “She’s nothing to do with this she’s just a country girl staying here, let her go.” He seethed as they shoved (y/n) to the floor. They hit Michael in the back with the butt of the gun making him drop to his knees. (Y/n) Let Out a little scream holding her stomach reaching over to get closer to Michael but one of the men kicked her away.

They tied both of their wrists and ankles and sat them back to back in front of the fireplace. “Just stay calm darlin, they’ll find the money and leave okay.” He lent his head back against hers trying to re assure her. (Y/n) was terrified. They had moved out here, gone so far away to be safe and out of trouble but it still found them.

Breathing in deeply she nodded. “I know.” She smiled a little closing her eyes. “Mr Campbell wants us to make an example of you Mr Gray. A warnin to those dirty gypsy cousins of yours..” one of the men spoke smirking as he pulled the black mask from his face. Michael stared at him, he was going to kill them. He had shown them his face there was no way he would keep them alive now.

“Just let her go she’s just one of the village girls got ‘erself knocked up and I gave ‘er a place to stay.” Michael begged. (Y/n) shook her head, this Wasn’t happening, it couldn’t be. This was their home, they were safe here.

“She looks awfully like your fiancé Mr Gray” the man spoke pacing the room. “I call my cousins every time I get home. Especially since your ‘boss’ started fucking around. I’ve missed the check in.” Michael smirked. Chewing her lip (y/n) thought about the gun in the box on the mantle. Glancing at the men who were no talking amongst themselves she pushed back against michael who frowned trying to turn to look at her.

(Y/n) grabbed the corner of the box her arms straining above her head wincing as she reached grabbing it it fell to the floor with a thud making the men snap their eyes over to them. Michael grabbed the gun with his tied hands and aimed it at the men. “Go. Now.” He growled. The brown haired man just laughed and aimed his gun at (y/n). While the other aimed at Michael. “Cant shoot us both Mr Gray.” Stomping towards him he grabbed the gun and threw it. He dragged (y/n) to her feet and held her throat.

Michael stopped fighting against the man letting him move him to where he wanted. His eyes transfixed on the hand on his fiancés throat. Shaking (y/n) took a breath. “Make em suffer, Inspector Campbell had specific instructions on what to do with you” The man laughed getting closer to (y/n)s face.

Gasping (y/n) let out a cry as water rushed down her legs. “Michael” She cried loudly making everyone go quiet a minute. “Just put a bullet in her head, she’s havin the bastard gonna make a right noise” the man rolled his eyes sitting Michael on one of the dining room chairs. “I swear to god I’m going to fucking gut you” Micheal spoke darkly.

The man next to (y/n) cut the rope on her hands and held the gun to her head with a smirk. “Do it there that way he can see his beloveds brains spray against the wall.” Michael was going to be sick.

(Y/n) stood with gritted teeth holding her stomach. “I love you.” She hiccuped feeling the gun press against her temple. Michael struggled against his restraints screaming and swearing at the bastards. He snapped his head to the side to scream at the man beside him when he heard it, the noise he had heard a million times.

The sound of a bullet leaving the chamber, flying threw the air and lodging itself snuggly inside the flesh of its victim. Michael couldn’t look, his head hammering the first time he saw her flashing across his eyes. She was his life, her and the baby were his future and they were gone, these bastards had taken her away.

Everything seemed to be in slow motion around him. He kept his gaze on the flowers on the table, she loved flowers, he would bring her home fresh flowers every Friday and on a Sunday morning they would walk out into the fields and sit in the poppy field for hours on end just playing and laughing with each other. He was never going to hear her laugh again, see her smile, see her blush.

Slowly looking down at the floor he saw blood splashed up his trousers, her blood. He followed the splatter across the floor to the body. He braced himself to see her. See her pale and dead on the floor but he didn’t. (Y/n) was stood shaking staring at the door while the brown hairs man was sprawled out on the floor with blood seeping from his head.

Michael felt someone tugging at his hands, looking down finn was cutting the rope from his hands while Arthur stomped the second man into the floor. “(Y/n)” Tommy was stood in front of her holding her arms trying to get her to make eye contact but she was to busy shakin and staring at the man on the ground.

Michael stumbled across the room quickly shoving tommy out that way. “(Y/n) darlin it’s okay. It’s okay” he shoved the words out of his mouth holding onto her squeezing her tightly before he felt her tense up underneath him. “Fuck Fuck Fuck”

“She’s in labour get Mum!” Michael winced sitting her down, “sweetheart look at me” he wiped the sweat from her forehead. Her eyes snapped to him as her breathing sped up. “This hurts.” She whispered her voice cracking. He nodded stroking her hair back. “I know love I know but when it’s over we’ll have our baby yeah?” He smiled a little kissing her head. “John help me get her to the bedroom and Tommy get the fuck out of my house.” Michael spat.

Once (y/n) had been moved to the bedroom the men All waited outside, getting rid of the bloody mess that was in the living room. (Y/n) lay on the bed panting her forehead slick with sweat as she held Michaels hands.

“Michael where’s your Mum.” She cried softly, Michael had undressed her down to Just her slip and had a cold flannel on her chest. “She’ll be here soon love I promise.” He thumbed the tears from her face.

“Oh fuck” She shouted out as she got a harsh contraction. “Michael it’s coming now I can feel it.” The baby was crowning and the only person who could help her deliver the baby at this point was Michael.

Shoving his shirt sleeves up, Michael took a deep breath and moved from her side to the end of the bed. “Holy fucking Jesus, I can see the head! I can see it’s head.” Panicking Michael rugged at his hair.

“I-I need to push m-Michael you need to hold the head and help me.” She panted sitting up a little getting ready to push. (Y/n) had helped with Ada and Esmes baby’s before so was hoping her birth would be as easy as theirs.

Wish a mighty push and a high pitched scream Michael held the baby’s head in his hands “Okay okay now what.” He asked quickly staring down at his child’s puffy face.

Before she could answer (y/n) was pushing again and Michael got the general idea, she pushed he caught. “Okay (y/n) you’ve got this love one more push and we have our baby.” Michael watched her cry and grip the sheets once more, and with one last push their baby was born.

“It’s a girl.” He breathed dropping back onto his knees holding the tiny screaming baby in his hands. She was so small but so perfect, quickly cutting the cord just as Polly and Esme burst threw the door. “Oh my god.” Esme quickly took the baby from Michael and Polly was helping (y/n) checking her over and helping her clean herself up.

Michael and (y/n) ignored everyone just watching Esme carefully wrap the baby in one of Michaels thick shirts. Relaxing slightly when Esme handed her the baby (y/n) sat back grinning at her little girl. Glancing up she nodded for Michael to come over. He was still covered in both of their blood and other things that wouldn’t be coming out of his white shirt. “We have a daughter.” He whispered sitting with (y/n).

Polly kissed her sons head before leaving the room quietly giving them a few moments alone. “She’s so perfect.” (Y/n) whispered touching her little face gently. Michael beamed staring at her in awe. “She’s just like you.”

“Michael we need to go home.” (Y/n) spoke after a few minutes of them just watching the baby. “What?” Michael frowned. “Love we are home.” She shook her head. “Watery lane, small heath, Birmingham. It’s safer. I want her kept safe and the more family around her the better.” She spoke quietly.

“Love about tonight I-“ (y/n) shook her head. “Not now, lets just be here in this moment a little while later.” She whispered. Michael bowed his head.

“I like Elizabeth Rose Gray. Or Rosie Elizabeth.” (Y-n) smiled as the baby slept in Michaels arms. “Elizabeth rose sounds perfect.” He smiled looking down at his soon to be wife. “Perfect.” She breathed.

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azure-witch13 · 6 years

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Supernatural S05EP04

Ok so we are meant to believe as Dean does that that was a future that would have happened if he didn’t say yes to Michael but here’s the thing

1.Zachariah is a manipulative dick

2.The Angels seemed to try everything to make the wedge between the brothers bigger so it can be easier for the angels to make them say yes (see back to the angels and everyone blaming Sam for the Apocalypse, when at it was Dean’s fault as well, and the fact that Angels rigged everything because they wanted the apocalypses to start too.

3. Angels are strong enough to make fake things seem real and construct worlds (see back to our dear Gabriel and Changing Chanels) could this be just a world that is constructed by angels to deceive Dean and make him think saying yes to Michael would be the best thing, because Sam will always say yes to Lucifer?

You see, Angels can’t exactly go or know the actual future. Time travel is possible, yes, but the only future jump was this one. And since the future is in flux there is no way they could actually be a solid future to send Dean into to specifically learn what the angels want him to, I.E saying yes to Micheal is the beat option.

which means all of what happened; the Future Dean being a dick, the people who are there, the Croton virus, Lucifer himself they we're all a construct made by Zachariah to convince Dean to say yes, and there was not really a danger in this future happening.

Also What would make Sam in that world say yes to Lucifer, I wanna know the story there.

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travellers-survivor-old-west · 4 years

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Episode 2.0: "I ate a Bagel and we SNAPPED" - Eve

After the “Ginger Curse” met its next Travellers Survivor victim.......

Whew okay so I don't know anyone on my tribe (kinda) which is good but also a bit scary since its just 6 of us. Overall, I feel like everyone's a bit quiet and not too talkative. That being said, they might be talking a bunch in PMs. Right now, I am trying to stay under the radar and just be friendly with everyone. I really like Austin, Eve and Patrick right now. Keaton and Isaac are nice too but I dont really talk to them as much. If we would have lost this first immunity challenge I would have definitely wanted to vote for one of them. No official alliances yet but its still early so I think its okay. THANK FUCKING GOD WE WON. Okay well, we got 2nd but thats a win in my eyes. I just really hope I make it to jury and I will be happy so not being first boot is GREAT. Im trying to get this damn idol but I cant catch a fucking break and my ass keeps getting zapped... I dont think anyone has gotten the idol yet so I hope i get lucky and somehow get to it first. Here is how I see everyone as of right now: Austin: Probably my fave right now and hoping I can get into a f2 with him. He's funny and sweet and I feel like we get along and its pretty easy to talk to him. Eve: Eve is iconic! Want to work with her but I feel like she is really social so she might be a threat later on. Pat: Same as Eve, even though I just met him, I actually have known about him before since he is friends with some of my friends. I know he does good in games so he is someone I would like to see leave a bit sooner since I think he will be hard to get rid of later. But hes amazing and his video for the music video was ICONIC. I can see him and I becoming friends for sure. Keaton: Not much to say, I do know keaton from playing a game with him in the past but he was voted out first I think and then I hosted him in HOS but i wasnt super active in that one :) Anyway, I feel like we dont have much to talk about so I need to make more of an effort with him. I really wouldnt care to see him go tbh but who knows, this can definitely change if we start talking more. Isaac: omg okay so night one I go into everyones PMs to say hi and i notice that I already had messages with him which I found super weird because I didnt know who he was but I guess we kind of got into it like 3 years ago??? I told him I didnt remember this but i do. He was basically an asshole to me for no fucking reason. But this was 3 years ago so i really dont care so I hope he doesnt try to target me over it. He seems nice I guess but I havnt really talked to him much. In his defense he has been sick apparently but if we would have gone into this first TC I would have wanted to see him voted out first for sure.

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We won thanks to the combine efforts of Nick, Chloe, and Aidan. All kings and queens! I probably should say something about the vote switch last time. Yeah that happened. Didn’t even realize cas was part of the tribe. Great social game 10/10. So sorry Payton <33. Now we wait to see who goes but so far I quite like nick, Chloe and Aidan. Idk if I can take Chloe that far tho. I feel like she’s gonna get targeted by the other tribes when we merge if we survive that long anyways. I feel like out of our tribe, Nick has the best change of making it to f4 but I’m not sure he’ll be able to win. Payton has a job that takes him away so :/ if we lose again, he’s probably gonna be voted out next. I mean if I’m taken out of the picture. I’m pretty sure the tribe thinks I’m hella annoying but they need me on their side for now. :^)

Lmaoooooo well thank fuck we won because my ass was on the chopping block lmaoooo. My ass didn’t volunteer to do the challenge either because I fucking suck at memory so mfjrkjskfks lmaoooo fuck me man. I’m barely scrapping by but here I am

So happy we are safe again! I'm so use to going to tribal everytime lol. I think now would be a good time to get ashley eve and isaac all together on the same page with me for some kind of alliance

What's up though? Here we are in Survivor: Old West, losing the second immunity challenge and we have a specific reason to point to in Xander. I'm sure he tried his best, but when it came my turn to answer the questions I was only able to give correct answers about the information he gave me. I personally think he is the person that is going to help us the least, but Sammy was not in that challenge. In the challenge that Sammy mainly participated in, Nicole was the person that made things difficult for us. That brings us to late last night where Sammy decides to be the first person to throw out a name and pick Nicole, gives his reasons, and that's it for me once the name is said and agreed upon in my alliance, it's done that's the plan. Now all there is to do is see what Xander and Dylan say, and we're done. I hope so anyway, I could sit here and ponder if Sammy had ulterior motives or if this is a good move for me but at this moment I don't want to overthink anything, so we chillin' --- Oh as I was writing this I found a Vote Reveal advantage on space 25 on the railroad, which I am guessing means there are more things on 50 and 75. Vote Reveal is a bit useless but maybe there will be a specific situation where it will work out.

So so happy our tribe won that challenge. Honestly idk how to feel about this game. Im trying really hard to be social with people so IF we lose im okay but I feel like everyone except Austin is actively reaching out to me. I basically start all the conversations. So to me either people are a bit inactive in this game/ dont care about the game or theyre already forming alliances and dont really need to talk to me. Im really hoping its that theyre inactive. Right now Isaac and Keaton can go, they literally just leave me on read and dont try to talk to me. I had a good conversation with austin WHO I FUCKING LOVE IM SO GLAD HES HERE and he wants to start an alliance soon. We both agree Eve would be a good option but he also mentioned that he would like isaac or pat to join it. This lets me know he likes isaac so they must be talking so idk why he isnt talking to me but whatever. Anyways.. I would love an alliance with Austin, Eve and Pat but a four person alliance when theres only 6 of us can be scary. Luckily our tribe has been doing well in challenges so far but we will probably have to go to TC at some point and thats when shit is going to go down. I can def see people possibly wanting to vote me so im going to start being even more social and get that alliance going with Austin. I wouldnt mind seeing Isaac or keaton going if we do go to TC next round. I doubt anyone has the idol yet and holy shit im so bad at this i always get zapped. I need Jess, Micheal or Alyssa to rig this shit for me please

The challenge involved having people active on call.... And to be honest I didn't want to do it for us. But I offered because I don't want to be that guy. Anyways. We lost but barely. Got our hopes up saying 8/10 if only Michael could count. Makes me wonder what's really going on up there in his head. I'm just glad the votes seem to be off me this time. But we can only hope. I did my part of the competition. So they can't entirely fault me.

Okay so I’m in an alliance w Jared and Owen and I think I mentioned that. I honestly wanted to sit out of the challenge bc I just needed a break. However, we lost and in my head I immediately thought to vote Nicole. She really hasn’t put in too much for these challenges and I know she’s on vacation. Xander would be my next choice just because he is short on responses and I feel like he would vote me out over Jared or Owen and a i assume he’s closer to them after the challenge. I’d like to work with Dylan on the side if possible. I’m just chillin hoping this first tribal isn’t a blindside and if it’s against me then hoes ain’t loyal and that ain’t very western like. I don’t think they would betray me this early tho and I have faith in my alliance.

I feel like these people are carrying me at this point and that is A okay with me. I’m running the Iditarod and they’re my dogs

OKAY WOW PAT EVE AND I POPPED THE FUCK OFFFFFF we did everything we needed in life and it was beautiful. I'm not really doing alot in this game I'm just floating along woooo

Welp it's been real y'all. No one had talked to me since the challenge much and only sammy has said maybe it's me and Dylan says it's definitely me.

Hi welcome to my lifeeeeeee today i ate a bagel and we SNAPPED in the immunity, I FUCKING KILLED IT, (thanks keaton!!!!!) HEHE HAHA IM SO CUTE Waitin for this Alliance to be made tbh but what do i know, we're gonna keep SNAPPING so whatever ladies xoxoxoxoxox

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Title: Don’t Write Me A Postscript Chapter: IV (I / II / III / V / VI / VII / VIII / IX / X / XI / XII / XIII) Fandom: Red vs Blue Characters: Church | Alpha, David Church | Agent Washington | Recovery One, Micheal Caboose | Agent California | Micheal-210 Summary: He was all sorts fucked up and didn’t want to admit it. Being alone for fourteen months didn’t help matters--except, well, Church was tired of being alone. Tired of people leaving and dying--and he thought, no more. I’m done. I’m out.

Won’t Say You’re Sorry (I / II / III)

Do You Even Feel Compassion? (I / II)

Church stared at the wall, stared at the dragged marks in the cement, raised the jagged piece of metal in one hand, and drags. It let out an unholy screech as he scored another mark into the cement, and then let the metal drop to the floor with a clang. They lined the wall in short, neat marks perfectly uniform and evenly spaced to count the days. It’d been precisely eighteen groups of five since he’d last spoken with Agent Nevada. Before that it was eight groups of five with two left over since he’d been dropped into High Ground. In total twenty-six groups of five with two left over, or one hundred and thirty-two days in High Ground.

His heels ached from where he leaned on them. Church gnawed his lip. Almost five months since he’d been left here. A little over three since Agent Nevada ceased communication. February fifteenth to June twenty-eighth. Friday when it started, to Wednesday now. The numbers ran through his mind in a continuous loop for a while. Church rocked on his heels, and then he pushed away from the wall and got to his feet. He turned away from the wall in a decaying hallway and returned to his self-made haven.

As the days grew shorter and shorter and the temperature began to drop with the planet’s winter-cycle, the more Church began to debate on whether High Ground was in fact safe for him to stay in. He missed the walls of his box canyon, the fact that the Vegas quadrant wasn’t too far and that he could convince Grif to head over and get him some alcohol for which he paid handsomely. He missed his most tangible memories that often wanted to overwhelm him with sensations he didn’t even realize he’d felt back then.

(every sound)

(every scent)

(every touch)

(every taste)

(every sight)

(clarity sharp and bright in a way a memory shouldn’t be)

Being alone made those memories sharper. The sting in them that Church felt, the terror and the heartache burned within his mind like a supernova, only to peter out with grit teeth. These days Church spoke little, and coming from a normal chatterbox of cuss words and vitriolic banter that meant something. He still hadn’t touched the boxes of gifts from the Director, nor had he bothered to send in a request for supplies even though he found himself slowly running low on lubricant.

Church didn’t want to bother. He focused on expanding his safe area, on fortifying walls and building up a small home in a space that didn’t’ feel safe, a space that wasn’t his. He wanted his canyon, his boxed walls and constant summer heat; his little deserted wasteland filled with his reds and his blues. He wanted Tex and Junior and even Wyoming. He wanted Gamma and Omega and Doc. He wanted Florida.

wantwantwantwantwantwantwant

Church could barely remember Project Freelancer. It felt more like a dream, less real, than living in Blood Gulch ever did. He didn’t want to be tied to Project Freelancer, to be indebted, to be protected like this. So what if he wasn’t safe in Blood Gulch in the way the Director wanted? He was just as unsafe here—at least there he had a sense of normalcy. At least there he didn’t have to worry if Sarge, Grif, Simmons, or Donut would really, truly try to kill him.

They got to blow shit up for fun why would they honestly try to ruin that? Sure there was an inherent risk of death but it was far more entertaining in the end to make them near misses and close calls. The rush of adrenaline those at Blood Gulch felt—and the true lack of the fear that the Great War inspired, as if the Sangheili couldn’t touch them in their little box canyon—was absolutely addicting. They could laze about, create, and destroy to their hearts content all the while getting paid to do so. It was dangerous, but oh so very fun.

Church paused mid setup of the defenses he’d finally gotten parts to jerry-rig into place as the realization struck suddenly home. He missed them. He missed his crazy Grif siblings, his stupid, idiotic Tucker so far in the closet that he could see Narnia, his destructive Caboose—Sarge who would spit curses back at him and create fascinating combat strategies with gleeful violence, Lopez who didn’t speak a lick of English and still came across as the snarkiest in the room; he missed Donut and the ‘wine and cheese’ hour they’d sometimes share in the caves when shit became too much at their respective bases. He missed Simmons, the way he’d spout random facts when nervous, the way he’d rant and rave and bemoan all that was Grif. He missed their ridiculous unresolved sexual tension. He even missed Shiela, the “dumb” AI who was quickly evolving in ways that shouldn’t be possible with Caboose’s weird technopathy.

Church stared down at his hands. He stared at the way they trembled—the way they’ve trembled since being aboard the Father of Intuition—and silently went back to work. He missed his assholes, his jerkfaces, and his cockbites. He’d probably never see them again.

(ain’t that a bitch)

It took work, finesse, and finally owning up to the fact that if he didn’t ask for things, then Church would never succeed in making his small little fortress secure enough. It needed to be secure, to be safe, to be sound. He didn’t like the feeling of vulnerability here; the walls he’d fixed up and supported to create his rather meager living space weren’t enough of a defense. The munitions supplied to him weren’t enough. He’d already jerry-rigged several other defenses toward the gate—tripwires attached to detonators attached to bombs and grenades. They’d at least prevent some people from getting too far past the gaping hole in the wall.

Church had also stuck a couple of traffic cones out there if only to make it seem like the space wasn’t as dangerous as he’d made it into. Beyond that though there wasn’t much in the way of protection, so Church began to word requests as careful as he could. He needed computers, motherboards, hard drives—anything that was technological that he could modify in some form to do what he needed. Circuits and wires and conduits to make an alarm system. A small short range radio tuned to a specific frequency attached to the alarm so that the intruders weren’t aware. Something better than simple tripwires.

It took months. Church’s wall now had fifty-one groups of five scratched into the wall. It came out to be almost nine months since his arrival in High Ground. Seven months since Agent Nevada was gone. Church breathed a sigh as he relaxed back into the couch, lips pressed thin. He wondered what the Director’s letters said. He had ten of them now. The gifts came in much smaller boxes than the first three, too. They were easier to handle, and as the months trailed on Church found himself drifting in thought.

He wondered about the Director. He wondered about why the man put him into small hidey holes and tried to make him feel safe.

(he wasn’t safe)

(he was safe)

(which is it?)

He wondered quite a few things about the Director, but never for long. They passed through his mind like the deaths he could count. Each death that was his fault—or not. Each loss that stung at him, tore at his entire being in a way that was indiscernible—and there were many. So many people had been hurt because of Church, hurt by the Director and by Church’s own failings.

“Only right I be alone,” Church mumbled. “Can’t get anyone killed that way, can I?”

He hated it. Church hated the fuzzy twisted memories of Freelancer. He hated the disoriented feeling that came with them, he hated how his body felt off and how things always processed wrong. He hated how sometimes he didn’t feel even human. Church pressed his hand over his eyes and tried to stop the thoughts that swirled in his head without end.

“Can’t do this anymore,” Church mumbled. “Won’t do this anymore. Don’t want to.”

Tex had been the last straw, Church thought. The way she’d so starkly said Goodbye just for him to hear—after everything she’d done for him, everything she’d done to him, after everything—cut deeper than anything Church could ever realize. It was a finality he didn’t want, that some part of him refused to accept.

He needed to see her—he needed to—

(allison)

(where are you?)

—he needed to confirm it, with his own eyes. Church lowered his eyes and his brow furrowed. He never got the chance before.

(when?)

(was that me?)

Church pressed his lips together. When this mess was done, when he could finally wash his hands of Freelancer and its pile of shit, then he’d seek out Tex’s remains. They had to be somewhere.

(distance from the planets gravitational pull)

(count for rotation)

(explosion would have caused wind)

(debris field how far?)

(too far)

(potential amount of damage)

(engine trouble?)

Church wouldn’t stop until he found her. Until he could bury her once and for all. That final goodbye that he could never provide, that she gave him—he’d make it right; he’d make it complete.

Church scribbled messily on a piece of paper and pinned it up to the map of Rhodam, the planet where Blood Gulch resided. The map was covered in pins and lines and half-thought scribbles. There were notes of mathematics that Church didn’t even recall how he knew them, but that he just did. Everything he’d worked to make some sort of semblance on where to find the pelican that Tex had taken.

He needed to be prepared. Church could read the subtle signs in the delays in receiving his supplies, in how supplies now included food he couldn’t even eat and was left to rot and be burned. Church could see how Project Freelancer began to tear at the seams. He wondered if the Director noticed it, or if he even cared. He never quite seemed to care about the Freelancer Agents, after all. The only thing the Director seemed to ever notice was Tex, and Church wanted to punch him for that.

(she’s mine)

(my beta)

(what?)

His obsession on finding Tex wasn’t helped by being alone. Church’s thoughts twisted around each other—little distractions aside from securing this facility and his box, from seeking out Tex, and making a livable space drove him to think. Church never noticed how completely discordant his thoughts were. Nothing made sense, little things bothered him and he couldn’t figure out why. Church started questioning why more often.

whywhywhywywhy

(who am I?)

The fuzzy memories of Freelancer versus the sharp clarity of Blood Gulch made his head hurt. He felt like he was forgetting something, but what? What had he lost in the head trauma that came with his arrival to Blood Gulch? What was he missing? The thought, the realization was just out of reach. Church wasn’t even sure he wanted to know. Would it change things?

(would it break him?)

(he’s been broken so much)

Church sighed and leaned back to stare at the wall with a contemplative frown. Twisting, confusing thoughts brought on by loneliness aside, there was little to wonder about just where Tex might’ve crashed. The spots on Rhodam were limited, the planet’s ecology so strange and varied that it didn’t make sense some days. From what Church gathered Tex either landed near one of the new installations, or she landed in the facility that the weird Sangheili cult had close ties to, and Gamma chose to hide out in. Church couldn’t recall the name, but that didn’t matter. His options were further deserted wasteland fairly close to Blood Gulch that one just had to pass through a few caves in the mountain and cliffs, or the mountainous region across the sea.

“But which?” Church mumbled. If he chose wrong, it’d take weeks of travel to get to the second location. He frowned, contemplating, when the small ping of the early alarm went off from his helmet. With a curse Church scrambled over to his armor and began to put it on as hastily as he could. There’d been no one before and he expected no one now and just—

“Shit fucking dammit clasp on you piece of shit!”

With a huff Church finished pulling on the armor and clasping it in place when a second ping went off. He cursed again and raced out of the small room filled with maps and notes and obsessive thoughts. He raced toward his ‘armory’ and grabbed his sniper riffle. He headed to the armaments as quickly as he could. If he could just scare off the intruder then everything would be fine. Then he could go back to his work on finding Tex.

Church got up top, above the gate and the hole in the wall, into the snipers nest in time to catch sight of regulation blue armor.

(caboose?)

Beside the soldier another stood in more customized pieces, painted grey and yellow, and Church grit his teeth. Couldn’t be Caboose because that wasn’t a set of armor that any Sim Trooper wore. They had set colors, set patterns, and none of it was customizable from the start. Church pulled up the sniper, looked through the scope, and fired.

Grey and yellow at least had the decency to duck for cover. Regulation blue however—

(tall SPARTAN friendly)

(who are you?)

—Church cursed and took closer aim. Fine, if this one wouldn’t accept his warning shot—

(familiar)

(an ache)

(home)

—Church said words that he didn’t even pay attention to as he lined up the shot. His chest ached, he felt like he couldn’t breath—

(he can’t)

(he’s dead)

—grey and yellow spoke in a familiar voice, a little aged, a little more rough and Church’s hands shook. They’d always shook but this was worse, this was familiar—fear—

(washington?)

(no)

(that’s not)

—Regulation blue spoke up, contemplative, familiar.

“Wait a minute—”

Church grit his teeth.

(can’t be)

(he’s safe)

Church settled down, squared his shoulders despite his trembling, and shouted—

(caboose—)

—and missed. His hands shook too much and the shot went wide.

“Aw c’mon, what the fuck!?” Church screamed, his voice hit that pitch. He couldn’t—he didn’t—they needed to go they were messing with his head too much—a dead voice and armor that shouldn’t be here—and then grey and yellow yelled a familiar name and Church froze solid.

“Caboose!”

(no)

nononononononononononono

(he’s safe)

(he can’t be here)

(I’ll just…)

“Church! Church! It’s me! Your all time best friend!”

Church felt like chocking as he shrieked out, “Caboose?!”

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