#chaos reigns etc etc

[averrse]

no but if you really want to ruin kaz for yourself, look up young willem dafoe

#freddy looks so much like him and i can't escape it #. ooc #you all don't know how much i think about the film antichrist when i see freddy's little face #it's a problem y'all it's a problem #chaos reigns etc #(if you are not familiar with the film don't look it up i'm begging you just live your life)

[pucksandpower]

hiii! with the chaos that was today’s career, could I request one with driver reader that she started telling her team that she wasn’t feeling good but still wanted to continue but the next moment she isn’t answering her radio because she fainted in the car and the car goes out, the marshals take her out of the car and she doesn’t wake up, maybe she has extreme dehydration and is hot to touch, etc.

How the other drivers react when they found out, her team, etc.

Thank you

Too Hot To Handle

Max Verstappen x Red Bull driver!Reader

Summary: the Qatar Grand Prix pushed every driver to the limit … and some past the limit

Warnings: heat stroke, dehydration, crash, medical conditions

The Lusail International Circuit hums with electric anticipation, its asphalt ribbon shimmering under the floodlights. The roar of the crowd fills the night but the oppressive heat weighs on everyone, creating a contrasting atmosphere of excitement and cautious apprehension.

Standing alongside your Red Bull Racing car, you wipe a bead of sweat from your brow. In only your first year with the reigning double champions, you already have a record that has quickly become the talk of the paddock. But for all the praise and whispers, there is one voice that stands out.

“Remember, liefje, it’s not just about speed tonight. Keep hydrated, alright?” Max’s voice is full of warmth and concern. His hand rests gently on your arm.

You flash him a confident smile even though you’re battling your nerves internally. “I’ve raced in heat before, Maxie. I won in Singapore. I’ll be fine.”

He pulls you into a quick embrace, the temperature doing little to dampen the spark between you. “It’s different here. This heat ... it’s like nothing I’ve ever raced in before.”

Pulling back, you raise an eyebrow teasingly. “You worried about me, Verstappen?”

He laughs but there’s a hint of steely seriousness in his blue eyes. “Always. Just ... promise me you’ll be careful out there. For both our sakes.”

You nod, touching your helmet to his. “Promise.”

The intercom in your ear crackles to life. “Drivers, to your cars!”

You both exchange a final glance. Racing is in your blood, it’s what brought you together, but it also keeps you apart, if only for the few hours you’re no longer partners in life but competitors on track.

Sliding into your car, you secure your helmet and gloves. The world outside becomes a bit muffled but your focus sharpens. The engine’s purr is a familiar comfort, but tonight, it’s edged with the unease Max’s words left behind.

Your race engineer, Hugh Bird, checks in over the radio, “Everything good, Y/N?”

You take a deep breath, “As good as it’ll ever be. Let’s light up this track.”

“Give them a show.”

Lights out and away we go.

***

The Qatar Grand Prix unfolds with its usual mix of intensity and skill, drivers navigating tight turns and overtaking with precision. But beneath the spectacle, a subtle tension mounts. The oppressive heat, the stark floodlights, and the weight of expectation — all of it seems to be building to something.

In the garage and on the pit wall, your team closely monitors the race and your performance. Hugh occasionally chimes in with updates, “You’re doing great, Y/N. Remember to hydrate whenever you need to.”

You nod even though he can’t see it, “Understood. The heat’s something else in here.”

A pause. Then, “Just keep stead. And Max told GP to tell me to tell you to remember what he said.”

A smile touches your lips, “I always do.”

***

The track is a blur as you push your car to its limits, feeling the adrenaline surge in tandem with the roar of the engines. It’s as if the heat has seeped into your very core, burning with intensity. Each lap feels slightly longer, every turn a tad sharper, as the humid air takes its toll.

“Y/N,” Hugh radioes through, sounding distant and slightly distorted by the pounding in your head, “you’re P2. Great pace. Remember to sip some water.”

A trickle of sweat runs down the side of your face, stinging your eye. Blinking rapidly, you reach for the button that activates your hydration system.

“Got it,” your voice sounds foreign even to your own ears. The water is lukewarm and tastes metallic, not as refreshing as you had hoped.

“Just keep doing what you’re doing,” he urges.

With every lap, the world outside your visor seems to grow brighter, the floodlights shimmering like mirages in a desert. The race has become a battle, not just against other drivers but against the environment and, increasingly, against yourself.

“You’re dropping pace. Is everything alright?” Hugh’s concerned voice crackles through.

A knot tightens in your stomach. “I don’t know. I ...” You trail off, the words catching in your throat as a wave of overwhelming dizziness hits.

You can hear the alarm in your engineer’s voice becoming more pronounced. “Y/N, talk to me. Do we need to pit?”

The heat wraps around you, constricting, making it difficult to breathe. Your hands, slick with sweat, struggle to grip the wheel even through your gloves. “Guys ... I don’t ... feel ...” The world spins and your words falters.

“Y/N? Y/N, talk to me!”

But before you can respond, before you can even finish your sentence, the world tilts and blurs into an incomprehensible whirlwind. The sweltering heat, the relentless pursuit of victory, and the weight of expectation converge into a maelstrom that engulfs you entirely.

Your hands, once deftly steering the RB19, now hang limply by your sides. The car veers off the track, careening towards the barriers. Panic rises in you but it’s too late. Your body refuses to act.

The deafening sound of metal against metal fills your ears, followed by the nauseating sensation of impact. The world outside your cockpit twists and spins, a kaleidoscope of colors and chaos. Then, abruptly, it all goes dark.

In the garage, your team watches in horror as the monitors show the violent crash. The radio falls silent, the connection severed. In that heartbeat, the world goes eerily quiet, punctuated only by the distant echoes of screeching tires and the blaring alarms.

Moments pass like hours and finally the static on the radio clears, replaced by your frantic race engineer, “—please respond. Y/N? Are you okay?”

But there’s no response. Your world remains shrouded in darkness as the circuit comes to a standstill, gripped by an eerie silence that drowns out even the most deafening of cheers.

The track is plunged into chaos. Red flags wave fervently, signaling danger. Marshals rush towards your wrecked car, their fluorescent jackets contrasting brightly against the night.

“Get her out! Get her out!” One of the marshals shouts as they reach your car. Your limp form is carefully extracted and they begin immediate first aid. The severity of the situation is clear — the heat, the dehydration, it’s all taken its toll.

The crowd watches, a collective gasp filling the air soon replaced by a thick, heavy silence. As your unconscious form is stretchered away, the weight of all those warnings crashes down.

Back on the pit wall, four words whispered into the radio are the first of many about to turn your boyfriend’s world upside down.

“Safety car, safety car.”

***

“Max, we’re pitting this lap. Box, box,” the calm, steady voice of Gianpiero Lambiase, Max’s race engineer, instructs over the radio.

Max’s voice is curt, his mind still on the race. “Why? Tires feel fine.”

“Non-negotiable. Safety car is out. We need you to pit now.”

The urgency in GP’s voice is not lost on Max and he immediately senses that something is wrong. “What happened? Why is there a safety car?”

Silence follows for a heartbeat too long. “There was an incident. Just focus on your race.”

An icy dread seeps into Max’s bones. The circuit is massive yet his world feels terribly small at this moment. “Who was it? Who crashed?”

His engineer hesitates, and in that pause, the weight of a thousand possibilities presses on Max.

“Who. Was. It?”

GP wavers, “It’s … Y/N.”

Max’s breathing becomes ragged. Panic and fear flood his system. “Why the hell wasn’t I told immediately?”

“It was team orders. The decision was made to keep you focused on the race.”

Max laughs but it lacks any humor. “Team orders? You’re saying Christian decided not to tell me that Y/N ... my Y/N is hurt?”

“Yes,” the reply is uncharacteristically soft, “It was believed to be in everyone’s best interest for you to be fully focused on the race.”

Max has never felt such white-hot rage. He spits into the radio, seething with fury and pain. “You tell Christian that if he ever makes a decision like that again about someone I love, I’ll cut his balls off with a rusty spoon.”

“Max, I understand you’re upset. But right now, we need you to stay focused.”

Stay focused? When the love of his life is in potential danger? The weight of what that means presses down, threatening to crush him. “I need to see her,” he finally rasps out, voice breaking.

The plea hangs in the air, met by another long silence. Finally, the radio clicks on again, softer than ever. “Y/N would want you to finish. You know that. Win this for her.”

Tears blur Max’s vision, mixing with the sweat already pooling in his helmet, but he nods, a silent assent. The roaring engine now sounds distant, the glinting lights a backdrop to the storm that rages within him. Every second is an eternity, every turn a test of his resolve to keep racing. But Max drives on, pushing his limits for you.

Every fiber of his being silently screams your name, a prayer or a promise or both, Max doesn’t know. All he knows is that the faster he crosses the finish line, the sooner he can be with you.

For the world watching, the race continues, cars whizzing by. But for Max Verstappen, each lap, each second, is a race against his own heart, torn between duty and desperate love.

***

“Her pulse is erratic! Get the defibrillator ready!” A medic shouts as the emergency team frantically works around you, the ambulance parked haphazardly nearby.

Another voice, calmer but filled with urgency, counters, “Wait, give her a moment. She might come around.”

“Come on, Y/N,” A young medic mutters, pressing an oxygen mask to your face. “Don’t do this.”

The ambulance door opens again, the head medic speaking into a radio, “We need an airlift, now. The situation’s deteriorating rapidly.”

Another voice, muffled, replies, “The helicopter’s on its way! Clear the area.”

As the medics continue to administer aid, working desperately to stabilize you, the chief medic tries to maintain order, “Every second counts. This heat stroke is severe, coupled with dehydration ... it’s a nightmare scenario.”

“We should have had more cooling stations,” the younger medic mutters. “The humidity coupled with the heat ... it’s brutal tonight. And we’re not even the ones out there driving.”

The older medic takes a deep breath. “That is on the organizations. We can’t fix there mistakes but we can focus on what happening now and do everything we can to get her through this.”

The thrum of helicopter blades soon overwhelms the noise of the circuit, growing louder as it approaches. Soon, the bright light from its landing spotlight punctuates the night. “The helicopter’s here!” Someone shouts.

“Alright, team, on three,” the chief medic commands. They work in perfect sync, lifting you carefully but quickly, your body still unresponsive.

As they approach the helicopter, the pilot shouts over the roar, “We’ve got the best onboard. She’s in good hands.”

“She’s one of our best,” the younger medic shouts back. “She has to be okay.”

The chief medic, securing you inside, murmurs more to himself than anyone else, “Come on, Y/N. The race isn’t over. Keep fighting.”

***

“You expect me to smile and stand on that podium knowing she’s been airlifted to a hospital?” Max’s voice trembles with rage as he confronts the FIA officials blocking his way.

“Mr. Verstappen, there are rules, procedures,” an official replies stiffly.

“Rules? Y/N might be fighting for her life right now and you want to talk to me about rules?” Max’s hands clench and unclench as he physically holds himself back from throwing a punch.

Another official steps forward, trying to mediate, “Max, we understand your feelings but millions of viewers are watching. The podium is an essential part of the race.”

Max’s eyes flash with anger. “You think I care about a trophy when my girlfriend is in a hospital? Do you really think that piece of metal means anything to me right now?”

“We sympathize— ” the first official begins but is cut off by Max’s heated response.

“You sympathize? Do you even know what that word means?” He’s on the verge of breaking, voice barely above a whisper as he continues, “She is everything to me. Everything. And you want me to smile and wave for the cameras?”

The air grows thick with tension. The two drivers from McLaren waiting for their cue to go to the podium are silent, their eyes darting between Max and the officials.

A new voice interjects , “Let him go.”

It’s Lewis Hamilton, who despite DNFing early in the race, made his way across the paddock after seeing the distress on his rival’s face. “There are things more important than a ceremony.”

The officials exchange glances, clearly not expecting this intervention. But before they can reply, Max levels them with a final scathing look. “Fine me if you must! Penalize me! Suspend me for all I care! But I am going to her.”

And off he goes.

***

A nurse at the desk recognizes Max immediately when he runs into the hospital. “Mr. Verstappen,” she begins hesitantly, “Miss Y/L/N is in the ICU. Room 302.”

He doesn’t need any further prompting to sprint down the hall. Reaching the room, he stops dead in his tracks. You’re there, surrounded by machines that beep and whirr, tubes running to and from you, an oxygen mask on your face. The sight of you, once so full of life, now frail and vulnerable, breaks him.

His voice, when he finally managed to finds it, is a choked whisper, “Y/N ...”

Approaching the bedside, Max gently takes your hand, feeling its clamminess. “Hey, liefje ... it’s me,” he murmurs, pressing a tender kiss to your knuckles. His tears fall freely, wetting the back of your hand.

“Come on, love,” his voice cracks as he continues, “You’ve got to pull through this. For us.”

He brushes a strand of hair from your face, tracing the familiar curves and lines he’s come to adore. “Remember that time in Monaco? When we snuck out for that secret dinner that our trainers would have killed us for? We promised each other forever that night. You can’t leave me now. Not when we’ve got so many more memories left to make.”

The room’s silence is punctuated only by the rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor in a cruel reminder of the fragility of the moment.

“I love you so much,” he murmurs. “Please ... please come back to me.”

Leaning in, he rests his forehead against yours, allowing the weight of his anguish, love, and hope to flow between the two of you in the sterile room.

***

Nothing has changed. The steady beep of the heart monitor still punctuates the silence of the hospital room. Max sits vigilantly at your bedside, his hand gently clasping yours.

It’s been three days since the crash and you still have not woken up. The doctors say your condition is stable but uncertain.

Max leans in close and presses a kiss to your forehead. “Morning, liefje. I’m still here. Not going anywhere.”

He brushes a strand of hair from your face, his touch impossibly gentle as if you might break. In the stark hospital lighting, the dark circles under his eyes are visible. Sleep hasn’t come easy to him, not with you lying here.

A soft knock at the door draws Max’s attention. Hugh pokes his head in hesitantly. “Hey, Max. Any change?”

Max shakes his head, swallowing hard. “Nothing yet. But she’s fighting. I know she is.”

Your race engineer steps further into the room, his expression solemn. “I should have seen the signs earlier. Pushed her to hydrate more. Slowed her pace.” His voice catches, “It was my job to look out for her.”

“This wasn’t your fault,” Max says firmly. “Y/N is stubborn. We both know that. She wanted to prove herself.” A ghost of a smile touches his lips. “It’s what makes her brilliant.”

Hugh pulls up a chair on the opposite side of the bed. For a moment, the two men sit in pensive silence. Then your race engineer speaks again, softer this time. “Has she ... has she responded at all? Squeezed your hand or anything?”

Max clenches his jaw and stares past Hugh at the blank wall. “No. Nothing yet. But I know she can hear me. I tell her about training, the team ... I update her on everything. She’ll want to jump right back in when she wakes up.”

Footsteps approach and a nurse enters, checking the equipment and your vitals. After making some notes on a chart, she offers an encouraging smile. “No change but she seems stable. Just keep talking to her. Familiar voices help.”

After she departs, Hugh leans forward, clasping your still hand. “Hear that, Y/N? You’ve got to wake up. The team needs you. Your fans are all rooting for you. And ...” His voice cracks. “I need my driver back.”

Max looks at him gratefully. “We all need her back.” Reaching out, he gives your race engineer’s shoulder a comforting squeeze.

Another knock sounds. This time, it’s Christian. His face is etched with guilt and worry. “Max. Any improvement today?”

Max’s expression hardens. He hasn’t forgotten Christian’s decision to withhold news of your crash. But his voice remains even as he responds to the team principal. “Nothing new.”

Christian pulls up a chair next to Hugh. He chooses his next words carefully. “Max, I need to apologize. I made the wrong call that night. You deserved to know immediately about Y/N. My priorities were skewed.” His voice shakes slightly. “Seeing her like this ... I would give anything to go back and change what I did.”

Max studies him for a long moment and some of the hardness leaves his eyes. “I appreciate that. But right now, the past doesn’t matter. All that matters is her getting better.”

Christian nods. Reaching out, he gently smoothes your hair. “You hear that, Y/N? We’re all here for you. Your whole team. Now you need to come back to us.”

A heavy silence settles on the room once more. The three of them remain clustered around the bed … keeping vigil … willing you to show any small sign of recovery.

After some time passes, the ringing of Hugh’s phone snaps the three men out of their thoughts. “Sorry to interrupt,” your press officer’s voice filters through the speaker, “but the team’s on the line. They want to send their well wishes to Y/N.”

Hugh glances at Max questioningly who nods, “Patch them through. Let the whole team remind her why she needs to wake up.”

A smile tugs at your race engineer’s lips. “You got it. Go ahead, team. She can hear you.”

A chorus of voices floods the room. Your mechanics, pit crew, strategists, PR team … everyone chimes in with encouraging messages.

“Come on, Y/N! We need our star girl back on the grid.”

“You can do this, kid. You’re the toughest one out there!”

“We all believe in you. Keep fighting!”

Max grips your hand tighter, emotions threatening to spill over. Even Christian and Hugh have sheens of tears in their eyes.

“Alright,” your race engineer says after the team signs off. “You heard them. Time to wake up.”

And that’s when Max feels it. A short, weak squeeze of his hand.

Then your eyelids begin to flutter.

“Y/N?” Max leaps to his feet, leaning over you anxiously. “Can you hear me?”

Slowly, painfully, your eyes open, taking in the scene around you. Confusion clouds your expression. “M-Max?” You rasp.

A brilliant smile breaks across Max’s face. Relief floods through him so powerful that his knees nearly buckle as he chokes out, “Yes, yes it’s me! You’re back, liefje. You’re really back.”

Hugh lets out a shaky laugh, scrubbing a hand across his face. “Welcome back, superstar.”

You try to speak again but Max hushes you gently. “Save your strength. We’ve got all the time in the world to talk.”

Christian grins, looking years younger. “Oh thank god. I need to tell the team. They’ll be thrilled. Welcome back, Y/N.” He hurries from the room, phone already in hand.

Your race engineer squeezes your shoulder. “Get some rest. We’ll all be here when you wake up.”

As he and the nurse move discreetly out of the room, you gaze up at Max. “You ... you stayed.”

Max lifts your hand to his lips, blinking back tears. “Of course I stayed. I’ll always stay by your side.”

He leans down, pressing his lips against your chapped ones. All the fear, the uncertainty, the heartache of the past few days melts away.

You’re back. You’re really back. And Max knows, without a shred of doubt, that your lives from this day on will be greater and more meaningful than all your wildest dreams.

***

In the following days, drivers from across the grid make the pilgrimage to your hospital room. They come bearing gifts — flowers, balloons, even a nearly life-size plush race car. But more importantly, they come bearing a message.

“That race should never have happened,” Lewis says solemnly, handing you a get-well card covered in signatures. “The heat was dangerous. We should have acted sooner.”

Esteban grips your hand tightly. “I’m sorry, Y/N. We should have spoken up about the conditions sooner. We all suffered but you suffered most.”

“Your crash woke us all up,” Lance adds. “No trophy is worth risking drivers’ safety even more than we already do each race.”

You’re moved by their solidarity but sigh knowingly. “The FIA would never have listened to just one driver saying something. But maybe they’ll listen to all of us.”

Max’s jaw clenches, residual anger simmering beneath the surface. “They have to listen. We won’t race in unsafe conditions again.”

The other drivers nod, They know the power that you all wield together and for the first time in a long time, you are going to use it.

In a show of outspoken unity, the GPDA drafts a strongly worded letter condemning the lack of caution around extreme heat and demanding tangible changes to make sure drivers aren’t put in avoidable jeopardy.

All twenty of you threaten to strike.

To your surprise, the FIA not only apologizes for the oversight but pledges to implement the requested changes immediately.

“Your crash was a wake-up call,” the FIA president says solemnly during a visit to your hospital room. “We should have protected you better. That will never happen again.”

When he departs, you let out a long breath, leaning back against the pillows. The anger and hurt from that night haven’t disappeared entirely but you feel a sense of hope, that some good has come from the experience.

Max clasps your hand between both of his. “What you went through is unacceptable but you used that to make the sport safer for every driver out there. I’m so proud of you.”

You give him a tired smile. “We did this together. All of us.”

He presses a kiss to your forehead. “Get some rest. When you’re better, we’ve got plenty more checkered flags to take. Side by side.”

The long road to full recovery still lies ahead. But with Max by your side, and all the drivers behind you, you know everything will be okay.

The race goes on but it will be a safer race thanks to you.

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[y-rhywbeth2]

Still haven't decided what I think of Gortash's relationship to his religion (or how to word it), but I'm going to try and babble about it anyway. For narrative reasons, I kind of want him to be the middle ground between my interpretations of my Durge (absolute blind, desperate fanaticism) and Ketheric (misotheist, in this for purely transactional reasons).

Like his ties to Bane are based in both transaction and faith: Bane's dogma is correct - or it's the gist of how the world "really works", at least.

"The world is made stronger by mighty and ordered rule" "Tyrannize and destroy the weak, so that all in time become better and stronger." "Laws and rules, not wanton chaos, should reign."

Yay, industry, let's get the giant machine that is society improving and running to standards. The gears of the world do indeed move according to the interactions between the powerful and those who serve. Uncontrolled chaos is undesirable; a firm hand with a death grip on society's jugular is genuinely for the best. You can't trust other people to be competent tyrants so you'd better do it yourself. etc.

Besides, Gortash's worldview appears to be "fuck those born rich for their unearned privilage; also screw the poor who are too weak to better themselves; only people like me who worked themselves to the bone from nothing deserve the power and respect that we/I demanded and took." Bane, the slave from another world who tore the spark of divine power from his former masters, made himself a god and made his former master kneel? I think Bane probably counts as worthy in from that view. Ultimate self-made jackass.

It's transactional, and coloured by his stay in the outer planes, where gods are not as much of a Thing. Having Bane for a boss brings benefits that I suppose outweigh the downsides. Everyone serves a master, whether they blind themselves to it or not, and he picked this one.

But he entered Bane's service with open eyes. He requires Bane's approval because he wants the rewards that come with good service and to avoid the punishments that come with failure. Bane merely compliments Gortash's world, unlike Durge whose entire world is Bhaal.

#My brain gave up. Is this intelligible? #Today is one of those low spoon fatigue-ridden days and I have neither tea nor coffee in the cupboards... #/gortash #babbling #villainous nonsense

[blakeswritingimagines]

Poly-Dating Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn would include

It feels like heaven, the best thing in the world. The only time they are truly happy. You are their reason for everything that they do and their drive. If you got harmed even a little bit they'd burn the world down. You are everything to them, they feel whole finally not just a villain or a bad person.

Well, they are both amazing at different things. Ivy is super cool and has the powers of the natural world at her fingertips, something even I cannot understand. Harley brings that energy and chaos that just gets your heart pumping and she can't help herself. Plus, they both get you, you all share so many of the same problems and have been there for each other. Overall, you're with two people who truly get you, and you get them.

You have your differences here and there, but ultimately they like you for who you are and that you can be yourself around them. You all have your ups and downs like any relationship, but the important part is that you have each other's backs and you're always there for each other. You know that you can count on each other to be there for the other when you need it most. That kind of trust is important, especially in a relationship like yours where you can be so different sometimes.

The chemistry is amazing, you make each other laugh. But then, Ivy is super strong and can protect you, you'll feel safe when you're with her. Sometimes she's even a little protective, so she is there for you, but she's not a pushover.

The cuddles are out of this world, and you'll love the way they both look at you. It's like they both worship you, which you'll appreciate and love your time together. Plus, they always push you to try new things, so they'll be a better person because you're dating them.

You'll absolutely love dating these two. Their the most beautiful women in the world, and they are also super smart and witty. You'll have a lot in common with them both, and it's never boring when their around. I think your relationship is very healthy, and you support each other in your individual interests (like Ivy fighting climate change and Harley robbing banks, etc).

well if you love both love plants and animals then you'll be able to have extra time with each girl, and you'll spend a lot of time together tending to your garden. Harly loves to cook for you and Ivy and enjoys watching movies and playing video games together. They are also both very passionate about social and political issues and often have long discussions about them. They also love to get dressed up and go to fancy events together. It really feels like you all are able to be authentic around each other, and you'll just feel so comfortable and at home when you're together.

You balance each other out well. Harly is impulsive and aggressive, and Ivy is more calculated and strategic. You all complement each other's strengths and help each other work on your weaknesses. For example, you and Ivy often reign Harley in if she's about to do something dangerous or reckless, and they'll encourage you to be more assertive and take more risks like they do. They both value communication and respect each other as individual people, and that makes your relationship work.

Quality Time and physical touch are the main love language, although they also express their love in acts of service. They also sometimes give gifts to each other.

You always sleep together, and cuddle all the time, it's their favorite form of affection and it makes them both feel comfortable and loved. It's really peaceful, and it's a great way to bond with someone else. It can make you feel so safe and comfortable being close to them, and it's really relaxing to just relax in the presence of someone that you love.

They are super open and honest with each other and you, so if they are jealous of someone or something, you'll have to trust each other enough to tell each other about it and talk it out. They also have great communication skills so you can talk through it without fighting. For them, being jealous is a sign that there's an issue in your relationship that needs to be resolved, so you all work together to fix it rather than fighting over who to blame.

People see you all as a cute couple, but they also think that you're strange. you're all very different people, so I'm sure people wonder how you make it work. But at the end of the day, you're people who love and respect each other and you're happy together. You're not hurting anyone, so who cares what people think?

You know all of each other's likes and dislikes, you have great chemistry with each other and you're always excited to be with each other. You all feel like you can be completely yourselves around each other, which is really important for a healthy and happy relationship. Plus, their both very committed to each other and you and to be a team. You all know that you're always there for each other, no matter what, and that gives them both a source of security and comfort.

You go on lots of cute dates like picnics in the park, or going out for dinner. You'll also like to do stuff outside like hiking or going to the beach. Ivy is really into nature so that stuff makes her happy. It's really nice to spend quality time with someone who you care about and who cares about you. It makes Halrey feel like she's not alone, and that she has people who support and understand her. Plus, they find each other and you really attractive, so that's a plus.

Harley feels that you are a great person. You're kind and considerate, and you always show her patience and understanding. You're a great listener, and you're always there for the blonde when she needs you. She thinks you are a very special person, and she appreciates you a lot. She also finds you to be really funny and has a great sense of humor, which makes spending time with you so much fun. She likes that your personalities are so different because it means that you're always learning from each other. Overall, she thinks you are a great person and that she's fortunate to have you in her life.

Ivy feels you get along really well, and have a lot of respect for each other. You're both very open with each other, and you're both very honest about your feelings. You've had some bumpy times over the years, but you've been able to talk through them and come out stronger as a result. She values your opinions and supports you in whatever you need her to do so.

The crime life is intense. You're always busy fighting Batman and the cops and robbing banks and causing general chaos around Gotham. But the real fun is when you're all together. You have a great dynamic, and you can get into trouble in the best way. Sometimes it's risky, but it's worth it to know that you're living life to the fullest. Of course, there are also moments when you need to pause and reflect on your choices as supers, so you're not all just running around blindly and doing things without thinking about the consequences. But it's all part of the ride.

You and Ivy have been a constant support to Harley, no matter what, even when she was tempted to go back to the Joker, you both were always there for her. Neither of you ever gave up on her, and your love helped her realize that she didn't need to go back to the Joker to be happy. She can be free, and she can be her own person, and she can be happy with you both.

Dating you has become like a dream come true you are the love of their life. They think you are truly really amazing, you never judge them, you are always there for them, and always so calm and collected. They know there's just no one like you and are happy to have you.

They love to take their time when they go down on you almost to an agonizing extent. They know exactly how to get you off without a hitch so their insistence to keep you on the edge and not give you just that little bit more is absolutely done on purpose.

Harley is a butt girl and Ivy is a hip/thigh girl. I just think they'd be especially attracted to those parts of you and would make an effort to grab them whenever they could.

Hearing you moan and listening to your praise is music to their ears mainly Harley. She’ll do whatever she can to make you and Ivy do it more.

Most of the time, the three of you usually wind up rolling around the sheets and taking turns fighting for dominance. They deeply love being both submissive and dominant though less willing to admit that they like having you take control, especially when you first start sleeping with each other.

They are definitely into bsdm. They enjoy the spanking, whipping, tying you up, the whole master/slave dynamic just everything about it.

#poison ivy x reader #harley quinn x reader #poison ivy and harley quinn #dc headcanon #dc hcs #dc #dating would include

[godsandvillains-if]

Does a primordial force of order exist the servers' to counterbalance the raw expanding energy of chaos magic? ⚖️

I think a force like this can exist simply because it would be the antithesis of chaos, like light and darkness, life and death, etc. However, it wouldn't be as powerful as chaos itself is, since nowhere in the known universe, at least in the story, does order reign supreme.

Basically, chaos is the driving force behind the universe's creation. For this reason, MC's magic is powerful enough to create things out of thin air. Where order represents stagnation and lifelessness.

Zodiac can contemplate this matter more when teaching the MC.

Thank you for the question!! 🥰

#if: gods and villains #ask #magic #chaos magic

[i-am-dulaman]

petition for that long rant on revolutions here, i really enjoyed the way you laid out your facts and explained the first rant and am not too good at reading theory myself (i am still trying tho) thanks!!

Okay okay so the problem with revolutions is they get messy. Real messy. You get counter-revolutionaries, moderates, extremists, loyalists, and everything in between. One revolution turns into 5, and even if your side wins, its almost guaranteed to have been tainted some way or another along the way.

Take the first french revolution. It started as civil unrest, the estates general initially called for reform of the french state into a constitutional monarchy similar to Britain. Even king louis XVI was in support of this. But extremists wanting a republic and counter-revolutionaries wanting absolute monarchy clashed and things became more and more chaotic and violent. Eventually the extremists won, the jacobin reign of terror ensued, and 10s of thousands of people were executed. Now don't get me wrong, i am all for executing monarchs and feudal lords, but look what happened a few years later; Napoleon used the political instability to declare himself emperor, a few more years later his empire had crumbled, and the monarchy was back with Louis XVIII.

Or take the 1979 iranian revolution. It started as protests against pahlavi, who was an authoritarian head of state and an American pawn. As the protests turned into civil resistance and guerilla warfare it took on many different forms. There were secularists vs islamic extremists. There were democrats vs theocrats vs monarchists. Etc. Through all the chaos, Khomeini seized power, held a fake referendum, and declared himself supreme leader and enforced many strict laws, particularly on women who previously had close to equal rights. Many of the millions of women involved in the revolution later said they felt bettayed by the end result.

Or the Russian Revolution. It started as protests, military strikes, and civil unrest during WW1 directed at the tsar. He stepped down in 1917 and handed power over to the Duma, the russian parliament. This new provisionary government initially had the support of soviet councils, including socialist groups like the menshiviks. But they made the major mistake of deciding to continue the war. Lenins bolsheviks were originally a very tiny group on the fringes of russian politics, but they were the loudest supporters of peace, so they gained support and organised militias into an army and thus began the russian civil war. Lenin won and followed through on his promise to end the war against germany, but its a bit ironic that they fought a civil war, that killed about 10 million people, just to end another war.

Im not saying any of these results were either bad or good. They all have nuance and its all subjective. But the point i am trying to make is that they get messy. The initial goals will always be twisted.

France wanted a constitutional monarchy, they got an autocratic emporer.

Iran wanted democracy and an end to American influence, and well they ended american influence alright but also got a totalitarian theocrat.

Russia wanted an end to world war 1 and got one of the bloodiest civil wars in history.

I cant think of a single revolution in history that achieved the goals it set out to achieve.

But again, im not saying this is necessarily a bad thing, just a warning against revolutionary rhetoric and criticisms of reformism. Sometimes revolution is the only option, when you're faced with an authoritarian government diametrically opposed to change, then a revolution may be worth the risk. But it is a risk.

But if you live in a democracy, claiming revolution is the only way is actively choosing both bloodshed and the risk of things going horribly wrong over the choice of peaceful reform.

So when i go online in some leftist spaces and see people claiming revolution in America or UK or wherever is the only way out of capitalism I cant help but feel angry.

I know our democracy is flawed, and reform is slow and can even go backwards, but we owe it to all the people who would die in a revolution to try reform first.

I know socialist reform is especially hard in our flawed democracy where capitalists own the media, but if we can't convince enough people to vote for socialist reform what hope do we have of convincing enough people to join a socialist revolution. Socialism is supposed to be for the people, but how can you claim your revolution is for the people if you can't even get the support of the people?

So what I'm trying to say is; if youre one of those leftists that are sitting around waiting for the glorious revolution, doing nothing but posting rhetoric online - at least try doing something else while you wait. Join your labour union, recruit your coworkers, get involved in your local socialist parties, call your local representatives (city council, senator, governor, member of parliament, whatever) and make your opinions known, push them further left, and keep pushing.

#thank you anon this waa fun #also when i say i cant think of any revolution in history that achieved its goals #im not counting wars of independence #i know americans call the american war of independence the revolutionary war but its not a revolution l #(for reference - the first rant that anon mentions is a reblog a couple days ago about the communist manifesto)

[hajihiko]

What did you make of DR3's explanation for how the characters became Despairs?

I dont like it. Here's a re-write i was thinking about

Ok note: this is what would have made the School Life thing more enjoyable TO ME. Not gonna fit for everyone obvi

Ok first of all. Junko loses most of her potential if you take away her being sneaky and manipulative, which we barely even got to see in the games, so I want that in ACTION.

Second of all, this takes time. More than just like a single moment of anime hypnotism. Junko was definitely working her suckers for at least a year. I dont know how that reflects on the timeline and I dont super care

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Chisa's class is full of chaos, these are some of the rowdiest students you'll find. They have potential for getting along, but they're also Very Troubled, and Chisa is a kind soul who tries to help them out with various issues. Actual attention paid to these kids being, like, KIDS, but also having some major red flags in their backgrounds that could escalate out of control very fast.

Among others, she tries to get Chiaki to come out of her shell and interact with the others more. This is hard, because Chiaki is not exactly receptive to it at first, but theres a little bit of unity between all the students anyway and they slowly start becoming friends. Chiaki uses this friendship guidance to befriend a lonely boy who often stares longingly at the school, whom she's noticed by silently sticking to the background when he's around. This will come in handy later.

Until, certain students start hanging out with their junior of 1 year, who always seems to be kind of slinking around and hanging with at least one student a day. Chiaki notices this because a) shes very quiet and mostly goes unnoticed when she's in the background, and b) she only needs half her attention span to play games anyway.

The people Junko hangs around get noticeably worse, though not necessarily more divided; just sort of 10 steps backwards for every 1 step Chisa helped them take. The rude and mean ones stop trying to be kinder, the shy and meek ones retreat even more, etc. Chisa is at a complete loss with this, but Chiaki confides in her that it might be the new student making trouble. Chisa takes over, and encourages Chiaki to keep trying to make friends with the others, which Chiaki does.

(Mahiru gets scared into telling no one what happened / what she suspects happened in Natsumi's murder, and gets rid of the evidence, as advised. The evidence she throws away gets mailed to Fuyuhiko, who is encouraged to avenge his sister. Guess who orchestrated all that?)

Chiaki does not fall into Junko's claws, because she's quiet and unobtrusive and, importantly, less desperate for what Junko can give her than the rest is. Chiaki does, after all, have her teacher who took the reigns and told Chiaki to grab her own oxygen mask first, and her Lonely Boy to confide in, and whenever she starts to lose herself, he gently reminds her to stand firm. That's right, the secret weapon was the friends we made along the way, just like in the ending.

(Hajime is probably just doing things more or less like in the anime, maybe listens to Chiaki's growing worries about her semi-friends, shits getting fucked and the only conceivable way Hajime can help is by agreeing to be a lab rat obviously what else. Biggest downfall is wanting to be there for Chiaki, but not letting her be there for him in return. Because inferiority complex.)

Chisa goes to confront this troubled mystery girl; Junko catches her too and starts working her nasty magic- for example, did you know two of your students were a part of a murder? Aren't you supposed to be guiding them? Do you know what's really happening in this school? Do you wanna see the human experimentation they just started? Did you know your best friend is in love with your crush and you can't confide in either of them anymore actually? Etc.

Chiaki is all alone now. When she finally DOES confront Junko, once the whole class along with the teacher has been sort of indoctrinated and her Lonely Boy has ditched her and she's feeling a bit brave because of it all), Junko kills her horribly in front of everyone as they do nothing. Not because they were hypnotized, but because they choose to. This is what really marks the point of no return for them. Chiaki was a quiet and harmless and mostly very nice girl, and her death was pointless, and they were a part of it, and they got away with it.

Instead of being a practically perfect student council president, Chiaki has more of an NPC theme, falling into the background more but also being honest and nice and willing to work with people. Then later, obviously, she really is an NPC and repeats the process, but this time she manages to save her boy and therefore her class.

(I'm not opposed to Chiaki being JUST an AI and never a part of the class at all, but I havent thought about it as much so idk any good points)

Hajime retains the same themes, but gets to be more of a juxtaposition of Junko, sneaking into everyone's hearts by befriending them and helping them move forward instead of backwards. He wins with the power of friendship and all that jazz.

Everyone else gets way more accountability to take. No hypnotism or brain poking, just digging into the worst parts of themselves and then indulging them entirely (with the help of Ultimate Charismatic Cult Leader Junko). I think the most interesting thing about this whole narrative could be that Anyone is capable of intense cruelty, and Anyone can choose to be a better person moving forward.

anyway in my mind that's what happened differently.

#Not an art #Talky Talky Tuesday #Talky Talky #I hope I wont reread this and find it makes no sense but eh

[bitethedustfools]

Yuu = gn, They/Them.

I heard Rollo Flamm has a card and I thought that he had attend NRC as punishment or like, exchange student stuff or etc and then I just had an idea.

What if RSA is in this?

Crowley didn't offer such invitation but he cant exactly said no to RSA's wanting to visit NRC so said student can have experience what's it's like in another school. Afterall, his whole reputation is on the line!

And no, it's definitely not because the other headmaster praised him for being such a thoughtful person to his students that the students flourish under his guidance and kindness like flowers or something. Definitely not.

But the problem is, NRC students absolutely despise RSA that upon seeing one popping up in the school, a manhunt immediately got issued and all dorms alike would chase after RSA like a bloodhound.

So it goes without a doubt that RSA student cannot stay with any of the dorms or else they got mauled.

Crowley thought hard and long enough (not really.) and he finally came to a conclusion!

Why, there is one person who is capable of reigning those bloodhound and making them behave with each other.

Yes, Crowley can only thought of a single person who can babysit–ahem, take care of RSA and so on. There is no one, no one that is more capable than that person.

Introducing Yuu, barely hanging on for dear life as they got assaulted by this thing called misfortune and chaos, that is also the very thing that they are holding on, which is life.

And also, trauma.

Yuu can feel their sanity and patience slipping away when Crowley just dumped someone from RSA (can be Neige, or Chenya or etc) and expect them to take care of him.

Yuu is poor and theyre living in a ramshackle dorm while being accompanied by a bottomles pit for a stomach of a cat and they have to take care of this guy that Yuu was pretty sure have more money than them.

But Yuu being Yuu have no other choice, Yuu have to take care of him until that program finish and the guy can finally go back. They just have to be patient and—

— "no, Vil. stop poisoning him. I'm not blind.", "Riddle, please refrain from using your unique magic on him just because I decline the invitation.", "Ortho, please stop. You cannot use your beam on him. did Idia tell you to do this?", "Azul, you cannot swindle him into your contract, goddammit!"

…Right. It's going to be better once everything over. Yuu also had lost count how many times they got into a fight with other students or their friends just because Yuu accompanied RSA dude. It doesn't make Yuu feel any better when the guy look at them like Yuu was a knight in shining armour.

On the side note, the RSA dude is being real helpful and nice and kind as well. Ramshackle dorm is looking a bit less mess than before. Grim is fine with him and maybe that's because he feed him or something.

Actually, Yuu got feed as well. They forgotten how to go the bed with a full belly. How nice of him even though Yuu is the host. Oh well, Yuu can rest early now.

And then life pick Yuu from the dangerous flowing river and throw them into a stormy sea and said "swim".

Yuu hadn't noticed the guy is pretty much obsess with them and just assumed every thing he had done as the RSA's typical good students.

How are they supposed to know he's that kind of guy anyway? He keeps proposing and do that kind and helpful stuffs that decent people should do, as a proof of a husband material. What should they do?

It also escaped Yuu's notice that their NRC friends aren't actually friends but rather suitors that are equally obsess with them which explained why they want to smite RSA for taking Yuu's attention.

#twst wonderland #twst #twst yuu #twisted wonderland #disney twst #yandere twst #disney twisted wonderland #writing prompt #everyone loves yuu

[empireofpearls-if]

Embark on a captivating journey as you assume the identity of Birbal, a brilliant prodigy, and immerse yourself in the enigmatic realm of the Mughal Empire. Behold a world thrown into chaos following the demise of Emperor Humayun, as a mere 14-year-old Akbar inherits the illustrious throne. Your choices shall shape the destiny of this young monarch, as you aid him in becoming the legendary emperor he's destined to be, or plunge the empire into turmoil by orchestrating a web of subversion and deceit. The power to shape an empire lies within your hands.

Amidst a cast of colorful characters, tread cautiously as you determine which souls can be deemed trustworthy, while remaining ever vigilant for those who may, with a swift and treacherous strike, plunge a dagger deep into your unsuspecting back. In this enthralling tale of loyalty and betrayal, the art of discerning friend from foe becomes your most vital survival skill. Make allies, face challenges and uncover hidden secrets. Just as internal conflict reaches a boiling point, the walls of the royal palace begin to tremble, beckoning you take a stance. Whose side will you embrace?

Empire of Pearls: A Mughal Tale is an interactive story inspired by historical events. It is set at the beginning of Abu'l-Fath Jalal-ud-din Muhammad Akbar's reign as the youngest-ever Mughal Emperor where you play as his most trusted advisor and friend, Birbal. This reimagined work is entirely text-based and your choices help shape Birbal's personality, skills, relationship with others, and of course the fate of the Empire.

Content warning: This game explores dark themes such as abuse, bullying, manipulation, use of drugs and alcohol, blood, gore, violence etc. and is strictly rated 18+. Besides that more in depth warnings will be provided before each chapter and certain trigger points can be turned off completely at the start of the game.

Demo | Character Appearances | Tags | FAQ |

Play as male or female and choose your real name and sexuality.

Customize your appearance and personality.

Choose one of three different backgrounds that will impact your reputation and relationships:

A noble possessing a remarkable talent, invited to join the court by Emperor Humayun himself; a child of a maid serving a powerful military commander, hired on the recommendation of the commander or a street urchin caught stealing from the royal palace, rewarded with a place in the elite circle owing to the incredible feat.

Romance any of the five different love interests or not. Friendship is always an option.

Be a part of an elite group of courtiers serving none other than Emperor Akbar and shape the fate of the Empire.

Abu'l-Fath Jalal-ud-din Muhammad Akbar (he/him) 💕 : The newly crowned young emperor. Friendly and affable, the ruler has a tendency to be a bit impulsive at times. Despite his age he has been preparing for this role for years and doesn't seem at all nervous to be the new monarch. Akbar can be a powerful friend and an equally dangerous foe. How he perceives you vary depending on your background. A year younger than Birbal.

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Bairam Khan (he/him): A military commander and the most trusted ally of the throne until the death of Emperor Humayun. Since then he has been promoted to commander-in-chief, if that wasn't all he also happens to be Akbar's guardian, chief mentor and advisor. Bairam knows his way around the empire but can you actually trust this man?

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Ruqaiya Sultan Begum (she/her) 💕: An aloof but fiercely loyal woman and Akbar's first wife. Being cousins, neither of them ever saw each other as anything but friends. But Ruqaiya also hides a big secret, one that has her loathing herself. Will you able to form a deep enough connection to assist her in embracing her true self and breaking free from her constraints? A year younger than Birbal.

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Salima Sultan Begum (she/her): A strong and intelligible woman and Akbar's second wife. She feels heavily undervalued and undermined by the court which causes her to constantly act out and push the boundaries of what is acceptable for a woman. Though she sees Akbar as a friend, anything more than that with anyone is unfathomable to her. Two years younger than Birbal.

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Mahira Khan Mughal (she/her) 💕: A softspoken and timid young woman sold as a political pawn by her own father to become Akbar's third wife. Mahira longs for companionship and understanding which she can't find in the palace but you can fill that void in her life by secretly courting her or by providing the friendship she desperately craves. Two years younger than Birbal.

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Arslan Khan (he/him)💕: The son of Bairam Khan and another young prodigy, seemingly possessing supernatural powers and later becoming known as the legendary Mulla Do-Pyaza. With a mixture of rivalry and occasional bullying, he views Birbal as a formidable adversary. Arslan, driven by an insatiable desire for his father's approval, harbors a volatile temper that ignites at the mere mention of insults hurled towards his family. Peering beyond the myth, can you uncover the man within? A year older than Birbal.

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Nadeem/Nadia Mirza (opposite gender of Birbal) 💕: Birbal's betrothed and distant cousin of Akbar. A noble with a secret lover, N only accepted the marriage offer because it was arranged by commander-in-chief Bairam Khan himself and it was made obvious that refusal would not bear good consequences for their family. Can you form a connection with your betrothed despite the rocky start? Two years older than Birbal.

#interactive fiction #if wip #romance #history #drama #LGBTQIA #choicescript #no demo #intro post #dashingdon #empire of pearls #empire of pearls: a mughal tale #mughal era #historical #interactive #choice of games #hosted games #tragedy

[spriteveon]

🌈✨ Team Rainbow's new ref sheet!! 🌈✨

Here they are! These two are still around, ready to explore the world!

As per tradition, you can learn more about them under the cut (ramble ahead!)

✨ Robin finds Sparky unconscious on the beach one day, and while attempting to carry her back to his house she wakes up. Chaos ensues.

✨ Sparky is 90% sure she was human previously, but this is a rather unremarkable fact to her. She seems to prefer being a pokemon, and has no interest in finding a way back to where she came from.

✨ Robin, on the other hand, is intrigued by Sparky's past, and spends a lot of his free time thereafter researching human-related lore.

✨ Robin is around 14 years old in human years, Sparky is 13.

✨ Sparky's moveset: Mirror Move, Flameburst, Low Kick, Focus Energy

✨ Robin's moveset: Discharge, Quick Attack, Agility, Thunder

✨ Sparky has a rather unusual build for a torchic, able to glide with her wings and possessing a long tail and "hands". She's thought to resemble an ancient relative of the torchic line.

✨ Robin hails from a small island, and is quite comfortable around water. He's somewhat good at surfing and an excellent swimmer.

✨ Despite their opposite personalities, they manage to balance each other out, providing synergy to one another. Robin's cautiousness is great for reigning in Sparky's impulsiveness, and Sparky's outgoing personality helps break Robin out of his shell.

✨ Sparky is good at getting into trouble, then charming her way out of it. Robin would rather avoid it altogether.

✨ Sparky's hobbies: collecting trinkets + cool rocks + other small things, drawing (badly), climbing tall things and gliding down, playfighting, being a menace

✨ Robin's hobbies: mapmaking, reading, researching niche topics (folklore, history of cartography, etc), journaling, surfing, stopping Sparky from being a menace

✨ These two are almost never seen apart!

#i love my kiddos so much <3 #sprite's art #sprite's ocs #pmd #pmd2 #pokemon mystery dungeon #pmd ocs

[purlty23]

blue! just saw your post abt religious rhetoric & the fandom. do you have any specific instances or "takes" you could give us that youve seen? i know for myself peronally i have very little knowledge on religion as a whole, and could always stand to learn something ♡

Hello crow!!! Always a joy to see you in my notifs<3 Tbh, I’m not an expert either! I’ve only very recently in the past few years gained a big appreciation for theology of all sorts. Ghost was a huge part of the motivation for it, too. Most of the reading I’ve done has been though online resources. Here’s my personal library of PDFs! You can find the Satanic Bible, Greater and Lesser Keys of Solomon, and loads more (plus some misc fiction) I would say the biggest thing that I see in fan interpretations of Ghost and Ministry lore is confusing Catholic virtues with Satanic ones. I’m going to disregard a lot of modern Satanism for the sake of the fantasy lore that Ghost has here, since a lot of modern Satanism isn’t actually even related to religious worship of Satan as a figure, but of the values he as a character has held throughout time. Modern Satanism, especially Laveyan Satanism, is more about worship of the self. Ghost is really interesting because it puts Satanism into the same state of popularity as Catholicism in its lore. Imagine if the Vatican was Satan themed instead. That big. However, some people tend to act as if that means it holds the same values or rules as Catholicism, which simply isn’t true. Ghost Satanism falls more into old classical Satanism (devil worship, summoning, magicks, etc etc), which means it likely does ascribe to the biblical story, same as Catholics do but on the opposite side. While Catholics repent and avoid sin, those who follow the religion in Ghost would STRIVE for sin, and encourage those kinds of actions in order to appease Satan and grow chaos, disorder, and ruin throughout humanity. Where Catholicism has made a name for itself through fear, shame, and the threat of exocommunication, the Ministry would likely value confidence, doing what it takes to reach your goals, and the uglier sides of human nature. Classical Satanism is a bloody affair, after all Of course, all of this can differ depending on how you see the plot of Ghost. Does the Ministry value these things, and if they do, do they act on it? Was Sister’s murder of the Papas in line with these values, and if not, are there newer ideas of what’s pious under Copia’s reign? It’s difficult to say, but one thing can be said for sure.

Ghouls would not abide by these values. By any values but their own, likely. Demons and the undead aren’t known for being particularly good at following rules TL;DR: When puritan culture and ways of thinking derived from shame, religiously motivated fear, and doing the ‘right’ thing are placed onto these characters it doesn’t really make sense. It’s important to ask yourself where your thoughts are coming from, especially if you’ve been raised in a highly religious background. (In fact it’s important to ask yourself where ALL thoughts and opinions you have come from in order to fight bias, societal constructs, and ESPECIALLY prejudices against others and against even yourself)

#Answers

[0luna123]

Headcanoning things I did/happened to me but as Anarchids (Hobie, Miles, Pav, Gwen, Margo, Peni, etc.). These are the things I did/happened to me, at least once, in no particular order. IDK which one I should assign to who, so join the chaos and assign them yourself. Free reign

Sprinted on all fours infront of their brother's girlfriend

Peeled an orange with their bare hands and ate it like an apple (multiple times)

Fell asleep on the bus and woke up in Trogir (town in Croatia)

Catapulted their phone across the room by accident. The phone still works lol

Got accidentally locked in a classroom

Fell down a flight of stairs, spraining their ankle, just to sprain the same ankle a few weeks later. OFC by falling down a flight of stairs

Slapped themselves on the shoulder so hard they woke up

Had to catch and release a lizard out of the classroom

Fell asleep while climbing down a mountain (in my defense, I was around four)

Got spooked and sprained THE SAME ANKLE they sprained when they fell down a flight of stairs

I'm fine, dw

#across the spiderverse #atsv #miles morales #gwen stacy #margo kess #peni parker #pavitr prabhakar #hobie brown #tw injury

[eldritch-spouse]

In order from frequently to rarely, which icons visit the surface the most? Where are they usually found? What are they up to?

Rinx > Vesper > Kalymir > Livius > Cero > Vorticia > Zizz

Rinx is often on the surface because, just like any greedy bastard can agree, what you have is never enough. And, in Hell, plenty of the surfaces' products are considered rare, premium, expensive. Rinx can be seen often raiding extremely affluent areas of the world, although he's also lured to certain parties where deals are being struck, where big money is being handled, etc... Even when he's uninvited, people tend to pipe down and allow him to roam/interact/take unchecked.

Vesper picks his appearances very well. Almost always at night, in genuinely seedy and dangerous places, rank, stinking of rampant sexual activity. He has crashed all manner of parties and orgies. Sometimes when there's a large gathering that's not even that sexual in nature, he'll derail things into an orgy. Vesper also has a shitty habit of sending demons on bets to mess with church goers. You should also not be too surprised to find him in a convention, where all sorts of frustrated virgins gather.

Kalymir would like to venture to the surface more often, but his ring is always moving. Generally, his visits are the most devastating ones, as he exhibits a tendency to not discriminate in his wild carnage. Kalymir often plays a part in massive wars, where conflict and chaos reigns, or when there's a lot of tension ready to burst. Although, he almost never picks sides, preferring instead to deal as much misery and pain as possible to everyone involved.

Livius skulks around often enough. He tends to frequent areas where celebrities are gathered, putting on different personalities and feeding off the tension said people hide, the noxious competitiveness, the jabs, the drama- Demon that he is, Livius wants to see it all burn down, plucking here and there to put people of high regard into messy situations and then joining the crowd in their shock. It's very fun, but he often gets carried away, thus people advise him to keep his visits brief.

Cero has connections in the surface, as well as legal deals that keep him on the move at times. He generally thinks little of the surface, waxing about how Pride is so much better, he feels dirty just stepping onto the surface. But, responsibilities are responsibilities... You'll rarely see him in the streets, but if you do, expect Cero to sneer at you, as if you're not even good enough to glance at him.

Vorticia just has too much shit going on to visit the surface, honestly. Between her responsibilities as Queen and the many children she has all needing her input on various things, the Queen hardly gets to think about going to the surface. But when she does venture out, she's usually doing so for leisure purposes. Find her at massive festivals or at well-known buffets, maybe even raiding some world-recognized restaurants.

Zizz thinks about going to the surface. But then he remembers how fucking loud it is, how there's lights everywhere and no one stops for a moment- And he just gets a headache. Ugh. Nevertheless, when he's drawn to the surface, the King of Sloth is usually sleeping like a dragon on a mattress warehouse, or finding extremely stressed out people and making them conk the fuck out for sleepy time. He's utterly useless and disoriented on the surface.

#Vesper oc #Vorticia oc #Kalymir oc #Cero oc #Livius oc #Rinx oc #Zizz oc #gabi-gabriella-gaberson

[slavic-roots-western-mind]

Favorite soviet movies (and where to find them)

The general opinion about the soviet union varies from person to person, but I think many can agree that the movies that came from this time period were phenomenal. Here are my top favorite movies that I recommend, which also have generally good english subtitles.

Hussar Ballad

A rare musical-comedy gem that I absolutely adore. Shura Azarova, a 17 year old girl joins the army to fight against Napoleon. Plot twist: She's pretending to be a guy and starts falling for a fellow soldier, who she actually engaged to but he has no idea that his new friend is actually a girl (she doesn't like him in the beginning and no wonder lmao). Has a lot of catchy numbers, especially давным давно/ a long time ago/ davnim davno. It may seem a little weird, but watch the first 10 minutes, I guarantee that it will not be a waste of your time.

2. Ivan Vassilvveich changes profession/Ivan Vasilievich: Back to the Future.

A scientist successfully creates a time-machine but accidentally sends his building's manager and a thief all the way back in time to Ivan IV The Terrible's reign, whilst sending the actual Tsar to the modern decade. Chaos ensues for all.

3. Prisoner of the Caucasus/Shurik's New Adventures/Kidnapping, Caucasian Style (I had no idea this movie had this many translations lol) A kind but naive student named Shurik goes to the Caucasus on vacation where he meets a young woman named Nina, who he ends up accidentally kidnapping (yes, he's that much of a dumbass but he was told that bride kidnapping is a tradition that Nina follows and God forbid that anyone uses this thing called communication). It works out in the end just as chaotically as it started.

4. The Garage A cooperative is planning on buliding a garage for its members except for it now has to be reduced and there won't be enough space for everyone so someone's going to be left out. The comitee ignores said members objections, so someone locks them in for the night leading to them spending the night locked inside the museum which is also the meeting spot. It's actually quite funny, despite the odd description, but I am writing it whilst extremely caffeinated so bear with me here.

5. Unbelievable Adventures of Italians in Russia (Невероятные приключения итальянцев в России). A fantastic comedy. An elderly lady of soviet origin reveals to her grandaughter that there's a treasure buried in Leningrad. However, the wrong people hear about it, so they try to outwit each other in their race to Russia. Pretty funny, especially when the actual treasure hunting commences.

6. The Bremen Town Musicians An animated movie, but nonetheless deserving a mention. The troubadour with his gang of friends made from a donkey, a dog, a cat and a rooster travel around singing, until he meets a princess but the king doesn't approve of them etc. Pretty standard story, but the singing is amazing, especially Troubadours song "Luch solntsa zolotovo/Луч солнца золотого/ Beam of the Golden Sun" with the translation here sung by Muslim Magomayev who honestly deserves a separate post dedicated because his voice is amazing. The english subtitles are a bit iffy here, but nonethless it's worth a watch as it's only 20 or so minutes long.

7. The Mystery of the Third Planet Also an sci-fi animated movie, but the staple of my childhood. Captain Zelyoniy and Professor Seleznyoviy with his daughter go around various planets collecting new species for the zoo. However, on one of the planets they end up discovering something odd and before they know it, they're right in the middle of a conspiracy and a famous missing captain. Fantastic soundtrack and great animation.

There are many more movies that I'd definitely recommend, so this list will be updated sometime in the future.

#spilled ink #movies #studyblr #aesthetic #study motivation #study blog #travel blog #slavic roots western mind #college #college life #student life #student #movie review #movie recommendation #slavic #soviet union #soviet #soviet movies

[ekat-fandom-blog]

Role Reversal AU

Basically, the heroes are villains and the villains are heroes or civilians.

There's a lot of information that I packed into this post.

Beings that aren't included in the swap are: Captain Marvel/Shazam/Champion Teth/Black Adam Captain N*zi (because fuck no is any n*zi going to be anything but evil. No Marvel mistakes with this au.) The Seven Deadly Enemies of Man Literally all of the villains trapped on/in the Rock of Eternity Orange Lantern The Blue Lanterns The Indigo Lanterns White and Black Lanterns Demons maybe Constantine? what do you guys think? Darkseid (good darkseid could be interesting tho) Doomsday Hfuhruhurr (aka Word-Bringer; an alien that collects brains from all over the universe to create an immortal hive mind called "The Union") Mongul 5th dimensional beings (they just like annoying people in general) Pariah Dark probably more

Some Heroes: Amity Park - Plasmius, Technus, Skulker, GIW, Maddie & Jack Gotham - Joker, Two-Face, Bane, Killer Croc, Poison Ivy, Ra's Al Ghul (the LOA is more like a secret watcher's society but more infighting in a friendly way) Metropolis - Lex Luthor, Cyborg Superman, Metallo, Parasite London - Cheetah, Giganta, Circe(part-time) Justice League (leaders) - Talia Al Ghul, Lex, Professor Zoom, Cheetah, Star Sapphire (Carol Ferris), Black Manta, Cyborgirl Justice League (general) - Poison Ivy, Gorilla Grodd, Captain Marvel, Red Lantern(Guy Gardner), etc.

Most villains who don't commit any violent crime are simply civilians in this au. (ex: Catwoman, Box Ghost, or Kite Man) Some villains - like Sivanna - become civilians while their family members become villains.

Some background info:

Danny dies and it pisses him off that his parents don't notice. Sam and Tucker agree and they become menaces to Amity Park. Maddie and Jack notice and decide that someone needs to reign in the troublemakers, which makes things worse. Then, the ghosts start noticing and they start sending a ghost to take care of the rogue ghost. Eventually, they find that Skulker and Technus are best suited to deal with the trio. Wolf and Cujo join the trio. Plasmius joins Skulker and Technus and they start trying to clone Danny to try to create an equal to fight against him. The clones are mostly viable because of the help of Technus and the Fentons. Team Phantom kill the clones except for Dani, who joins them. Jazz, while not evil, isn't good either. She just wants to prevent her brother from killing their parents. Because all the good guys are much less concerned with keeping civilians safe, there are a few casualties, which includes Jazz. Jazz notices that Team Phantom might be right about her parents, so she leaves Amity and eventually teams up with Zatanna. TLDR; Danny's mad at his parents and makes Team Phantom to cause chaos around Amity Park. Jazz leaves after she dies and joins Zatanna.

Zatanna (and her father) were low level thieves that were performing as stage magicians before Nabu's helmet turned Giovanni into Dr Fate. Zatanna became enraged at how he wouldn't give her father back and started murdering and stealing other magic user's powers and tomes in hopes of one day returning her father to her. After she found Jazz, who offered to help remove the helmet, she stopped murdering as many people. The two often help Klarion get in the way of Nabu's plans to get rid of anything he perceives as chaotic. While they happen to befriend Klarion, they never stop stealing.

Bruce becomes Owlman and is in charge of the Court of Owls. Tim, Dick, and Jason become Talons. Alfred is known as the Executioner. Barbara is a jewel thief until she loses the ability to walk thanks to falling off a roof while being chased by Joker. After, she becomes a cyber security threat that constantly steals, releases criminals from jail, and hacks into whatever tech the heroes use. Kate becomes a mob boss. Signal starts out stealing, but accidentally turns into a small time mob boss that works on the opposite side of the city. Commissioner Gordon is a corrupt cop who is firmly in Bruce's pocket. He sometimes fills in for Bruce during CoO meetings when Lucius can't. Cass is an assassin called Orphan that inspires more fear than (canon) Deathstroke. Steph got annoyed by how often her dad (cluemaster) was out of the house and became Spoiler - a villain similar to (canon) Riddler. Selena, while she's a civilian, also happens to be Bruce's street level informant.

Clark, while still having been raised by Martha and John Kent and becoming Superman, decides that being a hero is rather boring. While ruling the world sounds intriguing, he's seen many other villains that are just as competent as he is that want to rule. So he decides that he wants to be a complete (rather dark) nuisance. He ruins buildings by tagging them with his heat vision, freezes major water sources, cloned Lex and himself (technically it's a test tube baby but whatever) once, finds ways to steal everyone's stashes of kryptonite, and sometimes murders people. Kon or Conner lives with Lex part time and has two loving parents, both of which don't understand why he enjoys randomly jumping into their battles and fighting them both (causing as much property damage as possible). Lois helps keep criminal activity out of the papers and clocks Clark as Superman right away. She regularly publishes smear campaigns against the heroes and paints Superman in good light. Kara and her clone - Powergirl - regularly fight against Parasite and Cyborg Superman who constantly thwart their plans to take over the world (they're taking Lex's route).

Green Lanterns are like corrupt cops whose mission is to exert their will over others. Hal kills his dad's previous employer while Sinestro tries to stop him. Sinestro creates the Sinestro Corps and is much more like "our and others' fears fuel us and drive us to be able to save people" rather than "fear is true power and should be used as a way to control people". When Parallax takes over Hal, they become the ultimate hero but over time Parallax starts to become corrupted by his willpower and Specter jumps in to keep Parallax from becoming the ultimate evil. After a while Parallax decides that Sinestro is a much better host and both him and Specter leave Hal, who decides to take a long break doing petty crime before breaking the Green Lanterns out of prison. Carol, in the beginning, stops Hal and other Green Lanterns from committing crimes but eventually stops and focuses mostly on taking care of her business and the Star Sapphires. The Green Lantern's main enemies are the Yellow Lanterns, Red Lanterns, and the Manhunters. Blue Lanterns tend to avoid the Green Lanterns and work with the Manhunters.

Barry is super cruel and Eobard Thawne (aka Reverse Flash or Professor Zoom) came from the future to prevent him from destroying everything. Barry's backstory is either he killed his mom and pinned it on his dad, or he ran away from home a few times and his parents died while trying to find him. Thawne is very careful about avoiding Barry while he's a civilian, but is aware that he needs to be close in order to prevent Barry from destroying the timeline or murdering everyone.

Diana has plans on taking over the world of man and eradicating the men while leaving the women in order to create a perfect world for women. Cheetah, Giganta, and (to a lesser extent) Cerce understand that men are needed just as much as women are in order for the world to continue on.

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Feel free to add your own ideas or use this for a fic!

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dcxdp #dpxdc #dc x dp prompt #dcxdp role reversal au #tw murder mention

[rosaline-black]

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Category: Fem!reader X Eddie Munson

Summary: life doesn’t even feel like life anymore. Just you attempting to fake a personality to fit in with your fellow cheerleaders. The only time you feel yourself is Thursdays at 3:30 where you attend the English literature association, and you meet a boy who changes everything.

Warnings: Angst! Self loathing etc. happy ending!!

You had been staring for far too long now. Tracing every line, every bump and scar on your face. You tweezed every misplaced hair, causing salty bubbles to push from your eyes. You had even applied copious amounts of makeup, slathering creams, and liners all over your skin just to appear more like... them – "them" specifically being the other cheerleaders.

They were supposed to be your friends, and you guessed they were to a certain degree. All of you spoke daily, maybe not about anything existential or interesting, but you still spoke. The girls waited by each other's lockers and had each other's backs against anyone who would threaten the current reign cheerleaders had over high school society. It felt communal but completely false.

It was as though you were living a lie. A bag made of painted skin functioning on autopilot. Just like right now as you stared into your vanity, it just felt fake. It was rare when you felt like your own person anymore, just fleeting moments of awkward giggles or when a really good song came on the radio at practice, and it just spoke to you. Not Casey or Sara or even Isabelle, nope, just you.

There was another time each week for one whole hour that made you feel like you. It was for sure now the highlight, the one thing you could indulge in every Thursday at 3:30. When Miss Kravinski had originally drafted you to join the creative writing and literature association, you had laughed at the thought. Your friends would tease you mercilessly, but the more you thought about it, the more it appealed to you.

English was the subject you had gotten straight A's in forever, and you owned more books than you did makeup products, which considering the fact that your friends were well – your friends, truly said something. So, on a whim, you turned up one Thursday and now you'd been a member for two months straight.

Despite this seeming all liberating and exciting, it was still a secret, and you didn't dare speak or outwardly contribute to group discussions. You simply wrote under miss kravinskis's criteria in a room full of other misfits.

Speaking of those misfits, one seemed wholly intrigued by you. At first, you thought you were imagining things, Eddie Munson staring at you, but after catching him a third time you decided it couldn't be a coincidence. It wasn't a secret to anyone at Hawkins high that Eddie Munson was an enigma. A being that exuded spontaneity and chaos, someone that never followed the rules. You couldn't be more juxtaposing if you tried. This was probably why you were dreading today's session.

Miss kravinski had instructed the group to all pick a book they were fond of and just simply talk about it, no not write, talk. That meant sharing, which meant making this whole thing real and inviting the possibility of a conversation. A conversation with Eddie Munson. That was simply a recipe for social suicide. A final waving of the white flag and ducking out of this fake life you'd been living. Autopilot was miserable but comforting, and you weren't sure if you were ready or even strong enough to finally start living.

In reality, you knew you were probably overthinking it, you weren't stupid so this double life could work. It would just chip away at your soul, and that was a step too far.

So here you were. Stood outside room 17 with Jane Austen's Emma clutched under your arm. Exhaling through your nose, you blotted your shiny cheeks and raced to the back of the room where you could remain unnoticed. Maybe miss kravinski would just forget about you if you were quiet enough. All hopes died when she called out your name twenty minutes in.

"Go ahead... just explain a little about why you chose this book..."

With another shaky breath, pairs of eyes fell to you. Many judgemental, probably taking one look at your cheerleading uniform and already having their mind made up. One pair was softer though, kinder.

"Well... Emma is a novel written by Jane Austen... and uh I don't know why but I've always sort of reached for it when I can't think of anything else to read..."

After a few eye rolls and one small whisper of why's she even here later, you finally finished your small analysis of Emma. Just when you thought you'd escaped the grasp of any further questions, one all to recognisable voice spoke up.

"Isn't Emma sorta a bad person though... I mean she's rude to everyone... walks with this sense of entitlement..."

Your heart sunk. As stupid as these people thought you were it was obvious Eddie Munson wasn't just talking about the character in question. The leer in his voice suggested he was trying to challenge you. Sure, you may be quiet, but he wasn't just messing with you, he was messing with one of your beloved protagonists.

"I think it's a cover-up... she... well she truly believes she's above it all... when it comes to materialistic things like money and status. However, I think it's all just a cover-up to force any true emotion down, it's easier for a woman to play the part she's expected to than take a mad leap of faith and act out..."

Wow. Maybe you revealed a little bit too much there, nonetheless, you couldn't quite bring yourself to care. Eddie Munson was grinning at you, not just smiling, grinning. Almost like he was proud of you like he saw through your little act. The pounds of makeup and hairspray didn't fool him and fuck it felt nice. No amazing. You'd never been seen, never understood. But just with that small little expression, Eddie had made you feel that way.

You should have been crying, trembling with fear. Although you couldn't bring yourself to fear the outcome of letting go of your persona, because shit, someone saw you.

"Touché l/n..."

With a wink, Eddie turned his chair with an audible shriek to face the front. Not once had your heart beaten this way. Not when you had your first kiss with one of those slimy basketball players during a game of seven minutes in heaven and not when you watched dirty dancing for the first time. Instead, now it was rattling like a bird in a tiny cage.

Shortly after the session ended. Your eyes remained glued to your cover of Emma. Too deep in thought you didn't hear a pair of beaten-up reeboks growing closer to you.

"And I thought I was all smart choosing a Stephen king novel... didn't take you for a Jane Austen lover..."

Peering up your eyes met pools of brown and a head of tumultuous curls. Fucking Eddie Munson.

"Well sorry to disappoint..."

Swinging your bag over your shoulder, you leapt up and raced out of the room, praying you were imagining the footsteps heavy on your heels.

"No no no... you got me all wrong... I think it's pretty fucking metal..."

This stopped you in your tracks.

"You think Jane Austen is metal..."

"Well yeah I mean the way you spoke about her was at least... never heard you say so much before..."

Trying to ignore how waves of heat crashed upon your body, you again turned to meet his eye. Shit, he was being serious.

"Yeah well, I don't have a lot to say..."

Eddie simply chuckled, shaking his head which caused his hair to fly around wildly. How had you not noticed how pretty he was before?

"Well now we both know that's not true... your little speech back there proved that all on its own..."

He wasn't necessarily wrong. You had lots to say. You hated how your parents expected you to act like the other nice girls on the cheerleading team. You hated the way your school prioritised athleticism over creativity because it made them more money. And you especially hated the social ranks at school, how you couldn't branch out or you'd be the latest target of abuse and laughter. All these things you could say, but you just didn't. Eddie must have taken your silence as a silent agreement as he continued speaking.

"My guess is y/n l/n miss golden girl cheerleader isn't all sunshine and rainbows after all..." He bravely took a step closer "My guess is she doesn't like the role she's been forced into playing..."

Boldly looking at his face, you straightened your posture and took a chance at a reply "And what if your guess was correct..."

"Well... sweetheart I'll see you next Thursday..."

The week went slow. Agonisingly slow. Nothing had changed since your awkward admission to Eddie. You did however share fleeting moments nobody else seemed to notice. In the cafeteria you held prolonged eye contact, in the hall, Eddie would purposely brush your shoulder with his own and whenever he could, Eddie would smile. He'd smile so widely it almost looked like his lips had been stretched. No one had smiled at you like that before.

The only issue with this newfound thing was that you felt as though this whole double-life thing was getting more intense. You were never not on edge. Constantly looking over your shoulder to check no one had cottoned on to your prolonged eye contact. The worst part was, you were beginning to stop caring, the butterflies felt too exciting. God excitement was something you had missed in your life, and Eddie Munson provided it.

The energy you felt the following Thursday was nothing short of pure terror and intrigue. There was still a fair chance you'd built all of eddies behaviour up. Maybe you'd placed him on a pedestal because he was simply nicer than your usual peer group. Maybe you'd see him in the literature association, and he would simply ignore you like everyone else. That would hurt more than he would ever know.

Arriving a little earlier than usual, you took your seat at the back of the class and took out your notebook to begin your latest short story. The idea of a powerful warrior heroine saving villages and

duelling foes crossed your mind, and before you knew it you'd filled half a page. You had been so caught up you nearly didn't catch the person who had decided to sit beside you. It was only when a ring-clad hand pointed at your paper.

A distinctly unladylike squeal left your lips and you turned with wide eyes to spy a shit-eating grin on none other than the boy who had plagued your every waking thought for the past week. Fucking Eddie Munson.

"Shit, I didn't mean to scare ya..."

Eddie was truly being sincere. He didn't wanna see you look fearful around him, although you somehow still managed to look pretty. In fact, Eddie thought you were the prettiest girl he had ever seen. From head-to-toe Eddie couldn't pick one fault, truly you were a marvel to look at, it's exactly why he couldn't stop. The past week had been agony. He had to just sit there and watch you in misery, fake laughing at the pretentious dicks whom you felt you had to hang around.

Honestly, Eddie didn't judge you for remaining friends with those girls. Being popular was the only way to survive in high school. It was so much easier to conform, and most people conformed without even realising that's what they were doing. At least you were self-aware. Nonetheless, he hated seeing you dead behind the eyes, floating through life. It was only in those brief moments of connection, those moments where it felt like everybody else just blurred did he see that sparkle behind your iris.

"No... no you didn't scare me it's okay...

You seemed desperate to prove to him that you weren't afraid of him which Eddie honestly found quite sweet, thank God he hadn't built you up in his head.

"Mind if I sit here..." Eddie leant into you for a moment, he could smell the minty breath your gum had caused "...between me and you Miss Kravinski's perfume is too strong for my tastes"

A timid awkward laugh fell from your lips, as quick as it came it disappeared.

"No, it's fine... gets a bit lonely back here I guess..."

Eddie couldn't help the childlike pout that overcame him. He guessed you were lonely most of the time, that made his heart clench.

"Well, M'lady no fair maiden can stay lonely under my watch..." For a moment Eddie was concerned he'd come on too strong, pushed his luck with a girl far out of his league. But when you smiled and bashfully looked down at your lap, Eddie fought every instinct to just pull you into his chest.

For the rest of the session, the both of you shared some of the most carefree conversations you'd experienced in years. The topics vary from music to movies to even more profound topics like social hierarchies and misogyny. Not once did you have to mince your words or bring the conversation back to boys or makeup in fear of being cast out. It was lovely.

Miss Kravinski dismissed class, and you could feel one and others’ reluctance to leave. You only wanted to be around him, the thought of going back to your superficial life made you sick. The worst part was, you knew you had to.

Without saying goodbye you grabbed your things and darted from the room, purposely not looking back and using all those years of cheerleading to good use. Your calf's hurt from running, but you didn't dare stop. Just the idea of eddies crestfallen face made you want to puke so seeing it before your very eyes would surely drive you to madness. Sadly, you weren't as fast as you had originally believed.

"Hey!!"

The bellowing caused your heart to sink, and with a daring turn of the head, you saw a bundle of dark curls running from the school gates in your direction. Christ.

"Just leave me alone Eddie..."

"Why so you can run back to your little cheerleader friends huh? Go chat all about the cute boys on the basketball team?"

His voice was mocking and sharp like there had been anger festering within him, luckily it was less directed at you and more at the entire situation. You were the forbidden fruit, the untouchable he shouldn't even dream of talking to, but he wanted to. And he had a hunch you did too.

"Shut up..."

It came out as a pathetic whimper, why? Because you didn't want him to shut up. You didn't mean a word of it. You wanted him to hold you like Patrick Swayze... and God why were you thinking about dirty dancing again.

"No I won't shut up... you can't run from... from-"

"From what..."

"From who you really are! The fun, interesting girl who writes stories about warrior women and... and listens to Siouxsie Sioux instead of wham... the girl who laughs like a fucking psycho but shit, still somehow manages to sound like an angel..."

Eddie took a step closer and tucked the loose strand of hair behind your ear, his finger tracing your jaw and leaving goosebumps in its wake.

"...that girl who makes me feel like I'm on fire... and... she won't leave my mind so please... please tell me I'm not alone in this..."

Words wouldn't form, but those brown puppy dog eyes that were staring into your own gave you enough confidence to let your lips fall to eddies. Before you could even register what you had done, Eddie was wrapping his hands around your waist, your chests nearly conjoining by how tightly he held you. Tears fell and eddies guitar string-scarred fingers wiped them.

"But... they're all gonna hate me..."

This whimper was more earnest, a genuine fear laced every syllable you spoke. Honestly, you were scared shitless,

"And I'll be there every second to flip every one of those bastards the bird..."

Two months. It had been two months since you resigned from cheerleading and made the bold move to sit at the so-called hellfire table. To say things had changed drastically would be an understatement.

Those girls were cruel, you knew they would be. Luckily for you, however, they were all so used to following the crowd and keeping up with gossip that you became old news after the first week. Sure, the brutes from the basketball team sneered at you for a while, but your new boyfriend threatened to not sell drugs to them anymore if they kept it up. And guess what, they stopped.

The pros outweighed the cons in every sense of your being. You became president of the creative writing and literature association, even having your short stories featured in the local paper. Lots of new friends had been made. Eddie made sure to introduce you to his awesome friends Robin and Steve who worked at the video store he frequented, they were honestly the best.

And of course, hellfire welcomed you with open arms. To be fair to the poor bunch the adjustment was probably hardest for them, it took at least a week for Gareth to stop drooling and for Jeff to make eye contact, but once those hurdles were hopped, you became fast pals.

However, despite all of this, your favourite change had to of been your relationship status. It was true what Eddie had said that day, he would be there every second, and he had been ever since.

Fingers clicked in front of your face, and you were pulled from your fond reverie.

"Hey, sweetheart, you away with the fairies again?"

Eddie pulled your legs over his lap, and the two of you cuddled on his warm bed. The fingers that traced the imperfections you once loathed felt like fire.

"Nope... just thinking..."

That boyish grin returned, the one you loved oh so much "Bout me I hope..."

"Always..."

So uh hi…. I’m back. I know it’s been a while but life got the best of me. I hope you all enjoyed this and feel free to pop me an ask if ya just wanna chat :)

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