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noahsbsf · 24 days

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Ok, so I’m going to finally post this but here’s alenoah the COMPLETE essay: I’m just gonna be talking abt why these two should’ve been canon and showing you my evidence lol. (This is gonna be long so if you’re willing to read this ily)

First of All:

The aleheather plot did not make sense. This is a good ship, I’m not saying it’s bad. But, the volcano scene kinda made it weird. Imagine your confessing to the “love of your life” but then they make you infertile, kick you down a volcano, and are the reason you’re in a robot suit/ traumatized. (Oh but Heather did what she had to do!) LOOK, I’m not saying she didn’t serve in that scene, I’m saying that the fact he was able to brush it off like it was nothing? It just isn’t realistic. Even if he is MADLY in love with her. But then they sacrifice Noah and don’t do anything with him and his unfinished rivalry with Alejandro??

Also I just want to mention the fact that these two would NOT work out after total drama. According to Marco Grazzini (Alejandro’s voice actor, TDWT):

Which I do agree with 😭 I do think that a relationship with 1 narcissist can work (let’s face it, one person in a relationship is more narcissistic than the other. Or not idk.) But if two people are the narcissists in the relationship, it can eventually lead to a break up. Now, you might be wondering why I’m talking about aleheather (understandable). I just wanted to make it clear that I don’t want the aleheather shippers attacking me and how they just don’t really make sense to me as well. And also I don’t want people saying “BUT ALEHEATHER IS SUP-“ stop. (But wait! Shouldn’t you talk about Nemma then?) I’ll get there dw.

Second of All:

Alejandro and Noah had SO MANY weird interactions. No joke. I know a lot of people like to say they didn’t, but trust me, they did. And here’s some proof:

THIS IS NOT A NORMAL LOOK PEOPLE. Honestly, that look on Noah’s face kind of reminds me of som..oh right that’s the exact way he looks at Emma (AKA HIS CANON GIRLFRIEND) this entire interaction was out of nowhere. (Oh but what about the fact that this scene is probably showing how shady Alejandro is) well, every single time a scene like this happens with any other character, we usually get a confessional of Alejandro trash talking them. But did we get that confessional for this scene? In fact, did Alejandro ever directly talk about Noah? NO. NOT EVEN ONCE. Even during London, Alejandro never said one single thing bad about him.

OK SHORT ONE:

The fact that Alejandro mocked Lindsay with NOAH. Alejandro throughout this show has had a fake persona, but then this little comment kind of proved that Alejandro can be himself around Noah. They’re kind of like the same person after all. (I mean that in a “judgy” sense.)

I also want to point out that every challenge (except for London) and every occasion, these two are always next to each other. ALWAYS. They’re always close, they’re always giving each other looks, and tbh it makes so much sense. These two are really the only “sane” ones on team Chris. (Sami, are you SURE they’re always giving each other weird looks?Like-) Child here’s the lil collection:

London 🇬🇧 ☕️:

London was probably the most scripted episode EVER. The entire plot for Alejandro and Noah was so bad, it came out of nowhere. (But Sami, Noah didn’t trust Alejandro in ep 7! Don’t you remember?) ofc I remember Susie. It’s just, after ep 7, nothing was done. Like Noah hates Alejandro. That’s it. Then he bad mouths him in ep 13, Noah’s voted out. A lot more could’ve been done but the writers kill off Noah so more drama can start. After all, Noah’s just a side character, right?

THIS. LOOK.

This exact look is hurt. Pain. And any other dramatic thing I can think of. This entire scene just shows how much he trusted him. It’s like, when someone you truly care about, who you trust, backstabs you. They TRULY had something. (But Sami-) Before you even say “he was probably acting” lemme just show you something:

Right when Noah was abt to jump out the plane, he had a shocked look on his face, then realizes the cameras are on him, and quickly changes into a smirk. HE. WAS. NOT. ACTING. He was HURT. And the wasted potential for the rivalry they could’ve had also hurts. But of course, since this was 2010, there wasn’t any lgbtq couples allowed on CN at all ☹️.

FINALLY:

As much as I do love this ship I think that these two will never see the light of day. (Scratch that, they’re def never seeing the light of day.) These two are both in canon relationships, one of which I actually love! #multishipper. Nemma honestly doesn’t have any flaws and there’s really no reason to destroy a pretty sweet relationship. However, during TDWT I’d like to argue the fact that if CN wasn’t homophobic at the time and neither was fresh tv, then these two would’ve definitely been something. It was like fresh tv was trying to give us clues lol. And if the TD writers would’ve let Alejandro and Noah have a rivalry, then there would’ve been a lot more evidence of why these two should be canon.

Welp, there you go. There’s my entire essay. If you disagree with something or have anything to add you can comment down below! But keep in mind this took 2.5 hours soo…

#total drama #fypシ゚viral #td alejandro #idk how to tag this #alenoah #td noah #personal essay #im not okay #tdwt #please help #lol #love these two #make them canon #fypppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp #tumblr fyp #fypage #this took way too long

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pacifymebby · 1 year

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Abandonment Issues / Billy + Stu

Billy

🥧 Because you're so scared that people will leave you, you are also scared to get close to anyone

🔪 So despite Billy's best efforts to get close to you, you're shut off and you just won't let him in

🥧 Its fine when you're just friends, you're so close and you trust him, and he feels like you're all his... But then when feelings get involved... The moment you realise you maybe like him as more than just a friend...

🔪 Thats when your doubts and paranoid thoughts tend to kick in, thats when you shut down.

🥧 So over night you seem to change, you start pushing him away, making up excuses not to spend so much time with him...

🔪 If Billy wasn't so persistent that would have been the end of things, but Billy has his own issues... He's possesive, terrified of being left, of losing you... So he will not let that happen

🥧 He'd double down and root twice as hard for you, he'd make up more reasons to be around you, he'd keep saying things like "you know you can talk to me about anything yeah..."

🔪 And then when he finally snaps, he does it quiet and calm... Climbs in through your bedroom window one evening all, "forgive me for the intrusion y/n but I couldn't sleep... See i was lying there awake thinking about you..." "Smooth Billy..." he ignores your sarcasm and just carries on, "I was trying to work out whats wrong with you...cause somethings chanhed recently and i don't understand why... We went from being best friends you know... We were building to something real good, all the trailers were released and people you know, they couldn't wait to see the full feature but then... well... The movie never came out, all those trailers got pulled from the cinemas, the production company slashed the budget and well... It feels like you don't wanna know me anymore..."

🥧 You want to be cold with him, you try to be cold with him... "you never stop to think maybe i don't..." he'd get mad if it wasn't such a terrible lie, instead he just looks at you with those sad puppy eyes and reaches out to you.

🔪 "No, no it isn't that... Cause you might not wanna know me anymore doll but i still know you... Its something else..."

🥧 And you can't ignore those puppy eyes. You can't keep lying when you can see the hurt on his face so you bite the bullet and admit how you really feel...

🔪"I'm sorry Billy I'm just... Whenever i get too close to someone i ruin them... Everything gets all fucked up and they leave or it all just..."

🥧 He'd try to cut you off when you get upset, he hates seeing you cry and usually he'd be plotting to kill whoever was responsible for those tears, but today its just you and him

🔪 So he catches your chin between his thumb and finger and tilts your face up to look at his.. "hey, hey... Don't cry y/n..."

🥧 Thing is he knows exactly how you feel, he too is terrified of being left alone by those he cares about most in the world. Right then he wants nothing more than to hold you tight but he knows he needs to talk to you... Tell you how things are, how they are going to be

🔪 Because he isn't ever going to let you go, not now he knows you definitely feel the same... And lets face it, even if he hadn't been sure you did... He wouldn't have let you go.

🥧 "I understand y/n, i know you're scared, i get scared sometimes too yeah? But you don't need to be scared with me... This.." he'd point between you and him, "nothings gonna ruin this, and i will never leave you, i promise okay, youre safe with me..."

🔪 The relationship would be intense, you'd stick to one another like glue. You'd rarely be apart, he'd always have a hand on you and if you had a class separate to him or you did have to be away from eachother, he'd make sure you were wearing his sweater or shirt so that you wouldn't really be without him and other people would know you were his.

🥧 It would be a ride or die, you and him against the world kind of love and he'd remind you of that all the time. "Nobody understands me like you do, nobody understands you like i do, its just you and me babe, youre all that matters to me in this world..."

🔪 He would be very protective of you.. He'd want to know why you have these issues, what happened to you, who didn't love you enough? He'd be bitter about it when he found out, he'd never forgive those people who had made you feel like you're easy to abandon.

🥧He'd definitely kill someone to prove his dedication to you... If he had to... So don't make him prove it...

Stu

🍒 Isn't every going to give you the chance to doubt his feelings for you... He never leaves you alone because he's one clingy clingy motherfucker. He doesn't have abandonment issues of his own, more that he has possession issues... Once youre his youre his and he doesnt want to let go of you for even a second.

🔪 If you're hanging out with your friends outside school he's got his arms around you or youre sitting in his lap... If you're walking together he's picking you up, slinging you over his shoulder, spinning you around whatever... The boys just always physically present

🍒 He doesn't always think about what he says though and so often his lack of tact can cause you upset... When he makes flirtasious jokes about other girls, when he makes stupid comments about the cheer squad... Thats all they are to him, just jokes... And he makes them because the idea of him leaving you for anyone is so unbelievable and stupid to him that he doesn't think anyone could ever believe him for a second...

🔪 But the comments play on your mind and one day he makes the joke and you don't laugh, you shrug him off and cut class to go home early... He doesn't realise what he's done but Billy and Randy are just "Its called sensitivity man, try using your brain every once in awhile..." "yeah man girls don't really like it when you joke about cheating on them..." "Moron..." "what she knows I'm joking?" "yeah she seemed real entertained fuckrag..."

🍒 So he rolls his eyes, dramatically sighing before following after you, shouting for you to slow down, you know digging himself a hole in his endearing way.

🔪 When he gets to you he wraps his arms around you tight and rests his chin on your shoulder, hugging you from behind so that you can't escape...

🍒 At first he's still joking with you, layering it on thick, begging for your fogriveness but you can tell its still all a joke to him... But it isn't a joke to you

🔪 He realises he's gone too far when you start crying and his whole demeanour changes, he would immediately stop laughing, spin you round in his arms and hold your face in his hands looking at you with all the seriousness in the world (or as much as someone like stu can muster at any given moment)

🍒 "Hey baby don't cry i was just joking around with you baby girl i was just joking you know i love you..." he'd carry on talking like that, drying your eyes and kissing your face wherever he could until you stopped crying.

🔪 You sniffling "you shouldn't fuckin joke about that shit..." "well why not baby, you know I'd never give you up for anyone or anything you're mine forever..." when you just look at him he realises... You don't know that, you don't know just how much you mean to him... So he says it again.

🍒 "baby girl you are mine forever." he'd hold you tight against his chest cradling your head with his hand, pressing you to him and kissing your forehead. He'd just keep saying it until you understood.

🔪 And from then on he doesn't make as many of those dumb jokes. Instead he acts extra possesive over you, wanting to spend every moment with you reminding you that you're his. Forever.

🍒 It would be sinister if he wasn't such a goof...

🔪 He gives you his necklace to wear and tells you never to take it off, it will remind you that you're his and it'll show everyone else that too.

🍒 Stu is always joking that he'll kill anyone who tries to come between you... But they're just jokes. Right.

#billy loomis x reader #Stu macher x reader #scream imagine #billy loomis imagine #slasher headcanons #stu macher imagine

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antianakin · 2 months

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So if I pretend this season exists in a vacuum, I can see how people would argue it's better written. From a purely structural standpoint, for now at least, it's far less episodic and has figured out how to write a longer arc while still having each episode deal with a separate sort-of "adventure" that moves the plot forward. Cool, great, love that.

Except that it's STILL a terribly written show because the character moments here require me to forget a lot of what was established in prior seasons.

"I didn't know what I was getting into with the Empire." Yes, he did. He very explicitly knew exactly what he was getting into. He REMOVED HIS OWN CHIP and stayed with the Empire ANYWAY. He knew exactly what they were and how they were controlling him and STAYS. By season two, you could perhaps argue that he stays because he doesn't think he has anywhere else to go and this is the bed he's built so he may as well just lay in it as long as he can, but he's still the one who built it and is choosing to lay in it, so that doesn't line up with "I didn't know what I was getting into." The whole POINT behind Crosshair's betrayal is that he DID know what he was doing and DID IT ANYWAY.

"I just wanted to be a good soldier." No, he didn't. He lays out exactly why he stayed with the Empire and it was for vengeance against the Bad Batch when he has the chip removed and realizes they didn't come back for him and takes that personally. He stayed in order to hunt them down as punishment for the perceived slight. By season two, again, you could argue he's staying because he thinks he has nowhere else to go, but that's not the same as wanting to "be a good soldier." It's closer, but not the same. And even if it were, it's not the ORIGINAL reason he stayed which is when the actual betrayal happens and therefore the more relevant motivation for this discussion with Hunter, the one Hunter was hurt by.

"No one knew what was going on back then." Yes, they did. Very specifically, ALL OF YOU KNEW WHAT WAS GOING ON. They figure out the chips in the PILOT EPISODE, Crosshair is a PART of that conversation even if his chip is partially activated at the time. And his actual betrayal isn't when the chip is activated anyway, it's when he REMOVES IT and stays in the Empire DESPITE knowing exactly what was going on.

Crosshair's betrayal is entirely intentional and done with his eyes wide open. He knew the Empire was hunting down innocent people and killing them, he knew the Empire was mind controlling the clones, he knew exactly what the Empire wanted from him, he just decides it doesn't matter to him because staying in the Empire gives him the opportunity and resources to exact vengeance on the Bad Batch for leaving him behind.

If I didn't remember anything about season 1, this scene probably works better. But I do in fact remember some stuff about season 1 of this show and none of it lines up with what was established about Crosshair and his knowledge and motivations back then. So this scene that is intended to be the emotional conclusion of this arc developing Hunter and Crosshair's relationship doesn't hit at all because they're asking me to just forget everything I know about why Crosshair did the things he did and why Hunter has every right to be upset about it and not trust him as a result. The Ahsoka show did this EXACT SAME THING, where they refuse to address the actual betrayal, the elephant in the room, because it's a lot more work if you do, and they're just unwilling to put in that amount of work in order to earn the emotional pay-off.

The last time Hunter even SAW Crosshair was on Kamino where they offered him forgiveness and he rejected it, went back to the Empire after yelling at them for leaving him behind or whatever. It's been months if not a year since then and the only other communication they've had with him was the warning he sent out that they VERY justifiably couldn't trust because it could just as easily have been a trap of some kind. Hunter has no REASON to trust Crosshair and has had zero time to believe Crosshair has had any kind of change of heart about the things he was so upset over a year ago. And yet instead of actually addressing any of that, the way Crosshair very intentionally hunted them down to try to kill them out of anger and vengeance, instead of truly dealing with the issues that tore them apart, they expect me to believe that the REAL reason Hunter's upset is because he's... * checks notes * jealous that he didn't get to save Omega?

This SMACKS of cowardice and laziness on the part of the writers. And they've ALWAYS been cowardly and lazy on this show, but this is why, even though the structure seems to have improved, the writing on this show is still SHITTY. Structure is important, but if your characters are off, the entire thing is a lost cause. And this poor shitshow has never had good characters to begin with, and that hasn't changed in this season.

#star wars #anti tbb #tbb wank #anti crosshair #crosshair critical

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theamityelf · 2 months

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Have you ever noticed that whenever people do protag switches it's always dr1/sdr2 or sdr2/ndrv3 but never dr1/ndrv3? I feel like that has unthought of potential. May I ask how you think that would go in both cases?

Ooooooh, I love it. Let's see. Let me try not to let my character biases factor in here, lol. (And you can obviously ask for elaboration on any of this, because clearly I'm not going to be super focused. Pretty much just stream of consciousness.)

In all scenarios, at least some of the deaths would happen differently, to different people, by different people, etc.

The Shuichi in THH scenario depends so heavily on which character he attaches himself to right away, lol. Unless we mean Kaede in THH?? Okay, that gets its own section. Yeah, let me section this...

Shuichi in THH

Like I said, this one depends on which character he attaches himself to right away. It could be Hina for her positivity and energy; she's probably the closest to Kaede, there. It could be Taka, who is also high energy and has the added bonus of being called the Ultimate Moral Compass. Shuichi really wants someone to be decisive and strongly believe in something when he feels he can't, and I can see Taka being that person for him. Where Shuichi's scared of doing the wrong thing and hurting people, he can feel assured that what Taka believes is generally going to be right.

Also great because, for all his passion, Taka's actual observations about the school are generally very surface level, so having Shuichi tag along will give him more information to report in his booming voice, while Shuichi gets to chill in his shadow.

When Taka and Mondo have their sauna showdown, I think Shuichi wouldn't go to bed when nighttime comes; he is more loyal to Taka than the nighttime promise. So he'd see the whole inception of the Ishimondo friendship, and I think it would take him a while to trust Mondo. There would be definite "Are you sure about this guy?" energy between him and Taka once Mondo is rolled into their friend group.

And due to Shuichi's overlap of being unfailingly loyal and super harsh when someone brings it out of him, I think the moment Byakuya talks crap about Taka, Shuichi would be the entire Byakuya Hate Squad.

Toko and Genocider would be interesting, because I think Shuichi's fear of convicting someone and ruining their life or getting them killed would interact in an interesting way with the prospect of Genocider Syo, who has gotten away with tons of murders because no one caught her...but then also Toko, who is just a temperamental artist who doesn't want to kill anyone and I bet Shuichi's read "So Lingers the Ocean". I think Toko and Syo would be a reason for Shuichi to confront his feelings about punitive justice. They're practically two diametrically opposed arguments in one body: Syo kills because she likes to, she doesn't regret it, she will keep doing it if no one stops her, but Toko has no choice but to be involved in it, etc. Idk. It's still a bad look for DID representation, so maybe we can take or leave that whole plot thread, but it would do interesting things for Shuichi's character, thematically.

He and Kyoko would work together frequently on investigations (in more of a parallel play kind of way) but not really develop the same bond of trust that she had with Makoto. They trust each other's competency, but beyond that they're not especially close.

Also, when Junko reveals this is a battle of hope versus despair, he would tear apart her whole argument. Like: No, this is a battle of whether subjecting people to absurd conditions might make them hurt each other, and the answer is obvious. Grow up.

It'd be interesting, lol.

Kaede in THH

In this case, I think she'd start off fully believing that someone is going to rescue them. She meets Byakuya and she's like, "Perfect! There's no way someone won't come looking for this guy. This will all be over soon." Since the situation in THH is more grounded than in V3, I think she wouldn't be nearly as serious about getting out until after the first motive. And even then, she's not the one who starts the killings; I still think that would be Sayaka.

I don't think any of the THH motives would really get Kaede, so she might not kill anyone.

I think she would flirt with Chihiro. She would think Chihiro is the cutest thing, and she would say so, and Chihiro would blush profusely. I think those two would get really close, and Kaede would encourage Chihiro, in Chapter 2, that they're already strong in their own way, which would cause them to really focus on using their talent to help the group.

She would also flirt with Mukuro, for however long that lasts. And she would be excited about Sayaka; another musician!

I think Kaede would absolutely match Toko's energy so hard. Toko would definitely have crap to say about her looks and probably her proportions, and Kaede would throw it right back. Honestly same deal with Syo. They would be the toxic yuri to end all toxic yuri. (This is my first time saying "toxic yuri". Did I do it right?)

I hope she makes it long enough to see the music room. She would have a field day with Junko.

Makoto in V3

Finally, this. Wait, actually...

Makoto in V3 replacing Shuichi

Yeah, it occurs to me I have to split this one, too. Okay. I think if Makoto were in Shuichi's place, he would also partner up with Kaede. I think when the whole "tunnel escape" sequence happens, he would suggest that they go to bed and try again tomorrow before everyone reaches the "Screw this forever!" threshold.

I like to imagine, as a result of this, trying the tunnel escape would be a daily thing for a while. Just a scheduled thing that the group regularly does together, much like breakfast. They might give up on it after Chapter 1 or 2, but I just imagine it lasting longer as an activity than in canon.

He wouldn't notice the bookcase thing, so whatever Rantaro was planning would happen. I think, in that chain of events, Makoto and Kaede notice Kaito's little gathering taking place and go see what's going on there, someone spots Rantaro opening the bookshelf or just sees the bookshelf opening, and they reach the conclusion that the mastermind (or Monokuma) is making their move, resulting in a kerfuffle in which Rantaro is killed. Something like that.

I'm not saying who killed him just now; the sequence of deaths is its own thing.

I like to imagine that Kokichi calls Kaede and Makoto the team's mom and dad.

I think Kaito would be unsatisfied with Makoto's manliness, but I don't know that he'd invite him to workout sessions like he did with Shuichi in canon; I think, where Shuichi reads to Kaito as actively unconfident and in need of boosting, Makoto more reads as overly apologetic and easily manipulated/malleable. And depending on how long Kaede survives, I think Kaito would be less likely to treat Makoto as his sidekick than to just say that he, Kaede, and Makoto are all a powerful trio. (Maki does get roped in eventually, but it starts with them.) After all, Makoto isn't an accomplished detective; he's just a normal guy doing his best. And even when he does a really good job, it doesn't make Kaito all that insecure. The vibe is just different. (An Ultimate Detective effortlessly surpassing Kaito's efforts versus an Ultimate Luckster surpassing Kaito's efforts through high efforts of his own.)

The lack of Shuichi means the group does not have a detective. I think a result of this will be that Kokichi would be a bit more active in guiding the protagonists towards clues.

Maki still falls in love with Kaito, and she's also super protective of Makoto, mainly because he's short and can't take a hit. (If Kaito ever punched him, he would pass right out. But I don't think Kaito does punch him.)

Whenever Tenko talks to him, he reflexively apologizes. It's a running gag. His narration will be like, Why am I apologizing? and This was a pretty weird conversation...

Makoto in V3 replacing Kaede

Now, in this case, I'm imagining Makoto manages to trip out of the locker, does a full tumble over Shuichi, and bumps his head on a desk. Just full disaster stuff right off the bat, and Shuichi panics like "Are you okay??" and checks his head, makes sure he didn't bump it too badly, etc. I'm specifying this because Makoto won't be as energetic right out the gate as Kaede, but I do think Shuichi would really like and trust him if he stayed with him for longer than a second, so this is a contrivance to make sure Shuichi stays with him for longer than a second. Some luck, if you will.

(It might not be totally necessary; if they wake up in the same room, it makes sense for Makoto and Shuichi to stick together through the introductions. But this is just to make sure, lol.)

In this version of Chapter 1, they try the escape tunnel a normal amount of times and then give up on it, never to attempt it again (until Electrohammers).

Shuichi notices the bookcase, and they do set up the cameras, but there's no shot put ball trick. Rantaro dies a different way (likely orchestrated by Tsumugi) and the cameras are crucial evidence in the trial that follows.

Because of the steps needed to get to the camera plan, there's a running gag where Miu sees Makoto and Shuichi as her subs. Kaito sees Makoto and Shuichi as his sidekicks. (In this version, the nightly workouts do happen.)

Kokichi tries to make Kaito jealous of Shuichi's closeness with Makoto. (Kind of like, "Why would Shuichi need you when he has Makoto?")

In both versions, I like to think that Tsumugi relates to Makoto on the basis of plainness...or competes with him over it, to his confusion.

And in both versions, I think Makoto finds Angie really cute at first and they hang out a few times, before she starts the Student Council thing. He's kind of her friend. When he doesn't join her, it lowkey hurts her feelings a lot, but she expresses this by casually calling him a heretic.

Aaaand, in both versions, Makoto is the only person Kaito can best in the arcade games.

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carbuncle-paws · 1 month

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I've made a pokemon AU for Peter :3 yaaaay! Doubt I'm the first to draw him as a sneasler but I'm not gonna let it stop me.

Some information!

Sneasler ♂ lv???

Dark / Poison Ability: Insomnia (might change this) Lonely nature + quick tempered Main Attacks: Slash, Lash Out, Dire Claw/Poison Jab, Hone Claws/Nasty Plot Lesser used: Bite/Crunch/Jaw Lock, Close Combat, Thief, Endure, Spite

Design notes:

Very tall (6'5'') and thin, even by species standards.

Completely hairless (and featherless) and by extension, no facial or feet markings. Torso and poison are discolored (both blue)

Ripped off both his forehead and chest gems, there are faint scars where they used to be. The one on his chest is covered by a gem you gave him.

Wears a hood made from a Mightyena's pelt.

The back of his claws (the blue part) is razor sharp, they're basically gigantic knives. If getting backhanded by them doesn't kill you, the poison probably will.

From a distance or in dark lighting, he can be easily mistaken as a human. He can also speak our language (just like meowth), his voice is raspy and a bit deep, perhaps from an injury.

The PeterAU x Reader story outline below, if you're interested!

Character/Story notes:

(OOOPS this sort of became a whole story teehee oh well. This is basically what my outlines look like but I probably won't make this into an actual fic. So, enjoy!)

He has no name, but wouldn't mind if you gave him one.

He grew up with a fascination for humans, and even learned to speak our language, but was betrayed by the ones he had trusted. He almost died, and was left hideously disfigured in the eyes of his species (furless/featherless and discolored). For a long time he hated all humans, and would murder any unfortunate enough to enter his territory. Until he met you.

He saves you from being eaten by a pack of Mightyenas, which goes against his usual hatred for your species. He stalks you through the mountain forests for a while, thinking that he'd gather reasons why you deserve to die so he can savor killing you himself.

Instead... he gets attached, and that infuriates him. From the shadows, completely unbeknownst to you, he helps you return to civilization. He looked forward to forgetting you, and going back to the worldview he's comfortable with.

But then you keep coming back to his territory, which is bad for two big reasons. He doesn't like the effect you have on him, and the area is dangerous... he doesn't want you getting hurt. So, without revealing himself, he tries multiple times to show you how his mountains are no place for a human. Nothing works. Ironically, he also does things to protect you from real threats.

His fleeting attachment for you grows into a burning obsession in time, and he wants so badly to interact with you. But not only is he a pokemon... he is also ugly.

One day he slips up, and you spot a glimpse of him through the trees, but it's too shaded and you mistake him for a person, and you call out to him. Instantly understanding what you've mistaken him for, he tentatively responds, but refuses to leave his hiding place. You figure he's just shy, but are happy to see another person who isn't afraid to visit these mountains, which have a horrible reputation. Probably because he's been killing people, but you don't know that. It's a shame, because you find it so beautiful up here...

Visiting him becomes routine for you. He says some really weird things, but the way he views the world is so unique and refreshing, and you form a fast friendship. He is very stubborn about remaining out of sight, but does start altering his appearance so he can stop worrying that the occasional glimpse you do get might give him away. He tailors a crude Mightyena hood for himself to obscure his face and ears.

He becomes desperate to spend more time with you, especially when you start talking about moving away someday soon, away from the town full of people who don't understand you. He wants to go with you... he wants to be your pokemon, but thinks you won't accept him as he is. His past with humans has him believing that trainers only value beautiful or strong pokemon. So he starts doing crazy things to prove his worth. Like, killing the strongest pokemon in the area, and leading you to its corpse to gauge your reaction. He hoped you'd be in awe and wonder what could've felled such a beast, and then he would reveal that it was him... but instead you were terrified, and sad for the dead pokemon.

It shakes him, makes him hate himself so much more. If a monster isn't what you want... then he'll just have to become human for you. He destroys the parts of himself that makes him different from you, starting by ripping off the gems on his chest and forehead. His claws will be next... but the pain and blood loss from just the gems is too much, and almost kills him. You find him while he's passed out, and although you don't recognize that he's who you've been speaking to, you rush him into town and save his life.

He wakes up in a pokemon center surrounded by strange humans, and freaks the fuck out. He wounds one of the nurses badly and would've killed someone he didn't hear you screaming at him to stop. The future he built up in his head, of either becoming your pokemon or close enough to a human that you might accept him, shatters in an instant. He runs, breaking out of the building and mindlessly fleeing into the mountains. You're shocked by his reaction, and something about the silhouette he makes as he escapes through the trees is familiar...

The people in the town know that he must be the monster that's been killing people, and at the same time, you realize that he's actually the boy from the mountains. Your dear friend. An armed mob storms into his territory intent on revenge, despite your protests. They locate his den and start a fire to smoke him out or kill him via burning or suffocation.

You had followed them, and when they start the fire you try to physically stop them. They're stronger though and throw you to the ground, yelling insults at you for defending such a loathsome creature. They kick you into the den so you can burn with him.

You hurry further inside but can't seem to find him... instead, he finds you. He lunges from the shadows behind you, not realizing who you are, pinning you to the ground and snarling in your face. He would have ripped your jugular out with his teeth if you hadn't wrapped your arms around him and hugged tight, instead of fighting him off like he expected. It confuses him and he thrashes to get away but you don't let go, and he slowly comes to his senses, realizing that it's you.

Why are you here, after everything he did? That he's done, his reputation as a people killer? You know who and what he is now, but you're still here and the way you hold him, whispering soothingly into his ear... Is this really happening or has he finally lost his mind? He breaks down and squeezes you back, sobbing into the neck he'd been seconds away from tearing his teeth into.

Smoke starts robbing his den of breathable air and brings the both of you out of the moment, forcing you to confront the situation at hand. You try to run back to the exit first, but it's engulfed in flames. He takes you further inside, to where he usually sleeps, and light shines through a crack in the rocks above. He pushes you up to it and you crawl out, but he's too big to follow and he urges to go without him. This is the fate he deserves.

But you refuse, and start tearing at the stone and dirt above the opening with your bare hands. It finally sinks in, seeing you desperately trying to save him, just how much you really care and maybe... maybe that means his life might be worth living after all. That he deserves another chance.

He joins your efforts and uses his claws to pry apart more of the stone. It takes a gargantuan effort, and he starts to pass out as the oxygen in his den dwindles. You grab onto his arm and pull with all of your strength, and against the odds are able to drag him out.

You're both exhausted and completely out of breath, but you drag him into another embrace anyways. You tell him to never ever sacrifice himself like that again, that he's so important to you and you'd be devastated to lose him. You ask him... if he would go with you, away from here, and although the strong emotions that overtake him have him choking up too much to respond with words, the way he holds you back is all the confirmation you need.

Together the two of you travel far, far away, going on an adventure that explores the best and worst that humankind has to offer, and form an unbreakable bond.

Aaaaand that's it! Sorry if it's pretty cheesy hahahaha it's just what my brain went for in the short amount of time I wrote this up. Again, probably not going to write an actual fic out of this (or at least I won't consider it until my current one is finished) but I had a lot of fun and it was a nice little break before delving back into Angels Fall. Hope you guys liked it too >w</

#carbie draws #my art #yourboyfriend #yourboyfriendgame #yourboyfriend game #yourboyfriend peter #yb peter #y0urb0yfriend #yourboyfriend AU #pokemon #sneasler #fanfic

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sam-rothstein · 6 months

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‼️ creep 2014 spoilers ‼️ everyone complaining abt aaron's actions being stupid is 1000% missing the point bc .

. bc knowing in retrospect that josef was fully actively plotting to kill aaron from the moment he saw him it becomes pointless to question and nitpick everything aaron did. bc like he literally never does anything that hurts his case. he's never in a position where josef couldn't/wouldn't kill him and then he did something stupid and then josef became able to kill him.

yeah sure aaron isn't just nice he's overly trusting and accommodating and gives josef the benefit of the doubt far beyond what he's earned, to the point where you kinda wonder how he's gotten this far in life. but on the other hand being empathetic and believing what others tell you abt themselves and trying to see the best in them is . generally a good thing and something that will make people value you . and for what it's worth it's this very quality that makes josef genuinely like aaron and a little hesitant+regretful abt actually killing him.

like 'it seemed stupid that you wouldn't look behind you. but then i realized you're a good person and believed i would do you no harm' you don't need to question aaron's behaviour at the end they. they do that for you in the movie. and so yeah it seems aaron goes to the lake believing that josef doesn't really intend to seriously harm him. maybe that belief wasn't totally rational based on what we've seen. but yknow on the one hand any of the people in your life could be plotting to harm you. and on the other hand our feelings and beliefs aren't based just on logical analysis of the evidence. like what i'm saying is

-on the one hand

aaron's only real 'mistake' is he goes to josef's house assuming josef is not a serial killer. and sure the job is a little sketchy but that's still a reasonable assumption. like the fact is, random strangers, creeps, people who have hurt you, they're all usually not serial killers. it doesn't pay, yknow basically all of the time, to assume that the people around you are serial killers. and this has already doomed aaron just as the film begins.

also like it's very easy to imagine a version of this movie where aaron takes way more safety precautions and i envision it being a more boring movie but i don't envision it being a movie that makes me feel safe and secure bc it's very easy to imagine him doing that and still dying. maybe his friends or the police end up with more evidence they could use to catch josef but that doesn't really help aaron. like it wouldn't be very useful if he had told someone where he was going or had them checking in with him but josef just murdered him as soon as he got there. but yknow josef doesn't murder him at the cabin at all. like you're left with the knowledge that josef was thinking abt killing aaron the entire time and could have killed him in pretty much any frame of the film and was just choosing not to bc it was more fun for him. so like this movie made me feel fuckin unsafe. the ending really puts it in perspective that like cautious or not if some rando decided they really wanted to kill you. they could. they could murder you anytime, anywhere. is it more likely josef's murdered dozens of the dumbest motherfuckers on earth or that he was able to kill them simply bc they didn't know in advance he was a serial killer. yeah josef wants to kill aaron back at the lake just as he likes toying with people and forming weird relationships with them before killing them and likes to have their interactions filmed but by the time josef's sending the last tape .. if aaron didn't come he probably would've just . broken into his house and murdered him anyway right.

(side note it's the exact same people complaining it doesn't make sense aaron would keep filming as he's answering the phone / trying to escape. ??? he was already filming it's literally more effort for him to turn the camera off than not also you're trapped with someone you've come to believe is dangerous why Wouldn't you keep filming?? like as a deterrent / so you at least have evidence if something does go down)

-on the other hand

where does aaron's belief in josef come from? this is not really a mystery. when we leave the cabin and start watching josef's videos on aaron's tv there is certainly this sense that aaron is not even nominally in control of the narrative anymore, this sense of like, this thing has come out of the woods and the darkness and followed aaron and yknow it's in his house now. might not have been intentional but aaron's yellow shirt in the first scene after the cabin reminded me of his car and the yellow door that's featured strangely prominently at the beginning too - like, we're travelling, we're entering a new house, aaron's house, aaron's own reality, this evil is inside aaron as well now.

aaron admits josef has gotten into his head. he groans 'i gotta stop thinking about this guy' more like josef's an off-limits crush than a stalker. indeed josef has gotten into his head more than he even realizes, in the sense that he believes the emotions josef expressed to him. as much as he believes josef could be dangerous, and despite the evidence he can't trust what josef says, he also believes josef's loneliness and pain and desire for connection. josef has gotten to him. and i don't find that terribly unrealistic bc as a viewer mark duplass gives an amazing performance and he's super fun to watch and ofc we're seeing the character in a different light than aaron is but josef Does kinda get to you. aaron is indeed stupid but also i do kinda understand why he didn't just run away and might've seen something to care abt in josef.

also imean to my mind aaron's actions are due not only to stupidity and empathy but Also his attraction to josef. however, random commenters and critics alike seem determined to ignore the sexual aspect of this movie even though it's not exactly subtext. well hopefully for josef's part it goes without saying. as for aaron... we see just as he does the way josef is pretty much coming onto him, the way josef loves him and really likes hugging him, that by the end of the day it's pretty clear josef has a sexual interest in him and that he openly expresses his romantic feelings in the tapes (he uses the word friendship but uh we know what kinda 'friend'ship he's talkin abt) - i think the easiness with which aaron accepts all this makes Way more sense if he's also bi and josef isn't totally off the table for him either. admittedly that's speculation and to speculate some more isn't it possible that even while being creeped out by it aaron likes that josef likes him? after all the movie starts with him half-joking about the client being an older woman who just wants a boy to give money and rubdowns to and in a way that's not so far off from what he gets... and ends with him going 'how can i not go he's so sad... you got me'... maybe aaron is drawn to josef bc josef appears to want him and to need the kinda emotional support he's apparently very willing to give. mark duplass even said as much in an interview which ikno is Not part of the movie But this interpretation doesn't seem more unlikely than aaron simply being the stupidest person to ever live to adulthood which is also just an assumption audiences are making.

in any case what is NOT speculation is that aaron decides things aren't over with him and josef Not bc josef sent him a video but rather bc he's having dreams abt him. i'm not so sure there's any peachfuzz in aaron there's probably no part of him that's a murderer but there is a part of him, perhaps subconscious, that's intrigued by josef's fucked up shit and is exploring putting himself within this weird, undoubtedly sexual, fetish framework that josef outlined for them at the cabin. josef's weird sexuality has gotten to aaron as well. iknowikno the author is dead and everything but it is actually inconceivable to me that the filmmakers didn't intend the two dream-sequence-descriptions to be read as attraction on aaron's part. like the second one do i even need to say. maybe they're also there to suggest that aaron has a feeling of complicity with/protectiveness towards josef and his weird wolf shit as well. this is clearly backed up by his call to the police where he says he wants to report 'a violent domestic incident and stalker.' not that he deserves to not be taken seriously but this is probably most of the reason the cops don't take him seriously bc it sounds like he's talking abt a guy he hooked up with. he could have said assault or kidnapping or anything but he said domestic incident. the only thing this term means to me and indeed the only relevant thing it means to google is violence within the home/within a relationship, usually between intimate partners. SO either he's thinking of josef as someone he potentially could be / is in a relationship with, maybe without even realizing it, or he wants to make what happened between him and josef sound less weird, make josef sound less predatory, kinda suggesting they were consensually hanging out instead of . josef luring him to a remote location and attempting to kidnap him. why doesn't he tell the cops he has video of josef? why does he immediately get defensive and hang up instead of trying to explain where he's coming from, which seems out of character for him? perhaps the stress of the moment, perhaps stupidity, or maybe, again even without realizing it, he doesn't want anyone else to see the tapes.

while i don't think aaron's feelings for josef affect his ultimate fate that much i also don't view it as totally incidental - these things make aaron more of a character in his own right, suggest an understandable motive for some of his actions and show that josef accomplishes his goal of insidiously getting into aaron's life and mind before killing him which itself adds another intriguing and unsettling dimension to the film . and it makes ya think. what if i somehow got killed for being horny for mark duplass in creep 2014.

#srry this turned into a fuckin essay CREEP DID SOMETHING TO ME GUYS #creep #creep 2014 #gay subtext

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okay, so i've been doing some thinking. i've been scrolling through your blog and i stepped upon these "cheating on cove with Baxter and the other way around" scenarios. (i'm sorry, i wasn't able to read them, my heart couldn't take it ;-;) but!

what if mc was like, in a normal relationship with Baxter. you know, a couple, maybe married later and stuff, while of course still being besties with Cove. later mc and Baxter have a kid together, maybe still a small baby but! plot twist! Baxter gets into an accident or something and dies. (i'm sorry, he's my favourite man but i had to kill him for that scenario:'))

mc is completely devastated and also a little panicked, because what about the baby? and then Cove stepps in, deciding to help his best friend take care of the little one and basically becomes its father. i recently watched a video of a dog "helping" a cat take care of her kittens, and there you have it.

this one may be boring, so feel free to ignore, but i can't stop thinking about it.

ITS OK<333 I figured some ppl didn't read it bc angst n pain</3 trust me I skip over angst all the time

(I even have the tag blocked😬 sorry angst writers but I will read it and not be the same for months, I read a kiribaku angst fic years ago, and was devesated for 4 months afterwards LMAO)

okay i... I cannot expand too much on this bc OUCH

(eta now that I've finished. who am I fooling? I rlly said that like I haven't wrote a whole novel 💀 anyway <3 this clearly made me pop off more than I thought I would bc I read this at first n was devastated!!! I had no words!!!! well clearly I found them LOL)

ALSO BORING??? ANON PLEASE.. BORING WHERE<///3

n im gonna fix the format later but for now here is the bare minimum. I'm going to bed rn so nini everyone enjoy a bit of angst I promise its fluffy as well<333

tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort

p/n = parental name, since I wanted to leave flexibility for all the readers here <3

but anyway yeah cove would so step up for you

will follow you to the end of the earth and do whatever you need to help you work through this and to adapt to this sudden and unfortunate change

if/when your relationship starts becoming something romantic, cove would absolutely put the brakes on everything and you'd go so slow...

I imagine he'd probably move in with you or you with him, and he'd stay somewhere else (if you're living in his house he will leave anyway, he's a gentleman like that fr) so that way you can figure out if it's not just bc he's doing all these things n you're mistaking admiration for love

you'd spend the first year going super slow, as if you've never known each other before

which technically you haven't, since you've never dated before. but cove would go so far as to find out your favorite color, song, animal, food.. all over again, even though he has it memorized and knows your likes better than his own.

once cove is sure you're ready for this (after much talk between the two of you and even with your therapist that yes you've made enough progress and are emotionally ready for this) does he finally put a label on it

now if you get married...

I imagine cove won't propose at all

like I think you'd have to talk n almost beg him...

in that case he would do a small but grande gesture to propose. or he'd propose to you before you've even left the bed for the day... no inbetween

but like 8 times outta 10, you're gonna have to propose to him

he'd cry and hug you n say yes of course.

and unless you want to keep this outta your wedding, I think cove would include baxter in your wedding.

first, ofc you'd have the picture to honor his memory

but I think he'd even go so far as to have smth in his vows. but to start, he'd say smth like:

"I know the reason we became closer was unfortunate, but I'm so happy to be able to call you and [Child] my family. and I hope I can be a good father and husband"

and "baxter will always have a place in our hearts. even though he and I didn't get along at first (watery chuckle)... I'm glad he got to love you, and I hope he trusts me to love and cherish you the same way as well.."

also if you don't want to give up your wedding ring from baxter, I think cove would even go so far as to suggest combining it with his.

!!! omg I was gonna say your and baxter's wedding bands would be black, but I have another idea

okay now, for YOUR bands, I imagine they're either black or silver and yk those infinity(?) bands? that has the 2 types of metal or whatever

that's what cove would suggest doing. and if you are worried abt people asking why your bands are different, he'd get the same twisted band but silver with say a black diamond or smth. just smth to make it look like it's intentionally different colors but same design or smth

(im overthinking a bit but it's an idea right?! I'm not crazy??<////3)

or if you don't wanna do that, I imagine you can just slip it on a necklace or leave it as is, whatever you want. he wouldn't mind even if you kept wearing it, cove would never ask you to get rid of baxter's image or memory in any way, not unless it was a real problem and your attachment to him/his things was unhealthy anyway.

now for baxter's band... well if you didn't bury it with him, I imagine you'd give it to your child

another thing I think you could do w your wedding band as well, and give them both your bands to do whatever they want with. or if they don't want it of course you're not forcing them to keep it

even though they didn't get to know baxter, the way you and cove still cherish baxter's memory does help them feel something of a connection.

I also imagine baxter would take lots of photo n video w the kid, even though they're young n just a babe, theres so many videos of baxter looking n acting so loving w them

and even a couple where he's teary-eyed n all "imma do you right by you. I love you so much.."

of course, if the kid doesn't feel that connected to baxter since they were too young to know or rmbr anything, and they don't feel anything much other than sympathy and the occasional sting when they see how much baxter loved them, you don't force it.

you both know that baxter was basically a stranger to them and even though they still respect baxter and he has a place in their heart, they don't feel like they're lacking anything.

"I don't really know what to say.. or how to feel... I see how much [P/N] misses you sometimes, and we have pictures of you, and they talk about you and stuff...

but I don't feel like im missing a dad. I hope that doesn't hurt your feelings, I wish I knew you too. sometimes I wish you were still here, so I got to know you as well, even though I'm still happy to have dad cove for my dad.

I just wanna know what you were like. I wanna experience what you were like. I... I wanna miss you like everyone else misses you too...

anyway, just know that dad is great! he takes care of me and [P/N] really well! he makes breakfast in bed, and he does/used to do this thing where he lifts me in the air before bed! he's so cool. I see how he makes [P/N] happy as well, so don't worry. although, [P/N] said you always thought cove was reliable and a good guy so maybe you aren't worrying anyway.

well... that's it I guess. i hope ill get to know you one day, and maybe you can tell me you're glad to see dad took good care of us. goodbye,

baxter."

pa."

cove happily listens to anything they have to say on how they feel abt baxter btw. he accepts any of their feelings, be it that they don't feel anything at all, sympathy for others, or they feel sad abt losing him.

if they do say smth like how even though it's unfortunate and they feel bad for everyone who mourns baxter (for example/especially you), they see cove as their dad and don't feel like they're missing anything and they're happy to have cove for their dad.

ofc he cries n hugs them n tells them he loves em and he's happy n he comforts them if needed of course

I also think cove is very scared abt being a father

especially in this way... even if the kiddo doesn't remember anything, or it's hazy at best, he worries about replacing baxter.

he'd probably worry abt not living up to baxter

baxter was always much more mature, at least it seemed that way most times. cove just worries about if he has the backbone and the ability to parent the child well and be someone they can look up to and/or appreciate for being a good father

cries if they call him dad btw

if they do it before you start dating, I imagine it's one of the catalyst that cause you to talk abt your feelings for each other. or if it's in the early stage..

cove prbly freezes and runs away to the other room n freaks out, definitely cries. if you don't talk to him like right after he calls his dad n cries n shares his worries n fear

either way, when you do talk he's biting his nails n trying not to pace around the room and he's like "if you wanna distance yourselves so that they don't call me dad any more I totally understand, I mean idk it's prbly weird for you-"

n he just rambles. like none of it makes sense n u have to physically shut him up. kiss him, yell, throw a pillow, hit him w the child's stuffed animal, throw a single lego brick at his back and watch him fall to the floor like he just got a nuke thrown at him

if it's later on n theres nothing to worry abt bc youve talked abt this or saw it coming or its just the otherwise most natural step, he cries of course

but he doesn't fall apart from being his in the back w a single fucking Lego as if it hurt 🙄🙄🙄🙄 (I hate this man he's DRAMATIC)

well... actually no he does

hit him, kiss him, hug him, run him over w a hotel wheels truck.... he just cries harder

adopts them like immediately basically

I imagine you do it soon, like maybe before the wedding just so that way you can have a private moment (just to save him some embarrassment from ugly crying in front of your families. in fact he just might faint fr)

n you + the kiddo surprise him w adoption papers (depending on how old the babe is at this point, they have like no idea what's going on but they know that cove is now officially recognized by the whole world (even by the unicorns n wizards n warlocks) as their daddy))

imagine laying in bed w cove n the kid in between you two

and when you wake up, cove is alrdy awake and was watching you two. he was petting the kids wild hair and he had pulled the two of you in and kept you under his arm..

and the sunlight is coming in, the day is just perfect. n the look on cove's face is full of so much love but also a bit somber this time

(cove feels awkward being here like this sometimes. during times like this you have to remind him it's okay, and you pull him back in. of course he does the same for you on those days.)

"I love you two. so much..." he whispers, tears sticking to his lashes

the kid flips over, curling into cove and they stop their sleepy mumbling now that they're tucked into cove's chest, feeling warm, happy, and safe.

you whisper equally as tender. "we were meant to be like this too."

also!! smth I just thought of...

imagine the kid looks mostly/very much like baxter. they act very much like cove's kid

like you would think cove n baxter had a kid together LOL

(if the resemblance is too much, they ask if you're the step parent </3 pls Ik it may not make sm sense but I just think it'd be so fuckin funny)

#olba #our life: beginnings & always #cove holden #cove holden x reader #baxter ward #baxter ward x reader #angst #baxter ward angst #cove holden angst #angst with a happy ending

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Slashers x Reader || Drabbles

Plot: You know how in The Vampire Diaries, the vampires are always turning their humanity off and going evil and psycho? And how that’s a big problem??

Well, what if someone cursed the Slashers, who have done all these horrible things, killed all these people… to HAVE humanity? So they have to feel the crushing weight of the things they’ve done- feel guilty.

So basically a witch curses them to be good, and sane. How does that go? How does he act? Do you still love him? You should, shouldn’t you? He’s good now! But… He may not be the person you fell for, anymore.

Includes: Chucky Lee Ray, Freddy Krueger and Michael Myers

Warnings: Sexual references and angst. Also dumb idea, and unedited ^^

Chucky Lee Ray:

Chucky, wearing Nica’s body still is in the other room with Glen and Glenda; Talking. You can hear the level, controlled sound of Nica’s voice murmuring, but because he’s not cackling like a mad person and cracking sex jokes like he used to, you can’t really tell what the mood is. Not that you’re particularly interested, you think as you stir sugar into the tea Tiffany made for you. Since that curse, something has been… off.

With you. With how you feel.

And you don’t know what to do about it; The road trip to Tiffany’s house was mostly silent because of that.

Speaking of her, you can tell that she’s straining her ears to hear what’s going on in the other room as she sits down with her own mug. You consider telling her not to worry, that whatever he’ saying won’t hurt anyone actually, but cant bring yourself to say the words. Instead you just set your elbows on the table and carry the hot, steaming tea up to your face.

“You know… it was, um, good of you- to let him talk to them.” You say, forcing conversation.

“Oh- yeah, well, he’s their Dad, so… “ She seems lost in her thoughts for a moment, confused by all of this - your turning up at her house unannounced, Chucky’s new manners, the fact that he brought flowers, his request to see his kids… - before her eyes snap to you and she suddenly sets her cup firmly down on the table; Focused. “Okay, cut the crap. What the hell is going on??”

Sighing, you slump forward. “I told you, a witch cursed him.”

“He brought sunflowers. Chucky brought sunflowers.” Tiffany reminds you, because it really is ridiculous. You know that.

“He likes sunflowers.” Is all you say in explanation, though, too tired and hurt to argue. This is how it is now, Chucky is thoughtful and he wants a relationship with his kids. Its odd, but you should be happy, shouldn’t you? You should all be happy.

“He bought plant food for them.”

“Yeah, well… “You shrug, remembering the trip to the store this morning, to buy the flowers. There was a whole conversation about whether or not to get a vase for Tiffany, too, but you managed to convince him that she might be offended that he thought she wouldn’t have one of those. “He didn’t know if you had any.”

“But- I- “Tiffany just sems totally boggled, looking to the other room with an entirely stupefied expression on her face. “He’s- “ A big ass, yes. Well, he used to be. Not anymore. After a moment of searching for words, or some reason he could be faking it, and finding nothing because that’s not exactly his style… Tiffany sighs, turning back to you. “Okay, fine. How are you dealing with this?”

Oh- “I’m fine, I guess…? I mean… he does cuddles, now. Which is nice… “

She smirks at you, and shakes her head. “You’re totally freaked out.”

“No, I’m- “

“You’re freaking out, and you wanna bolt.” She goes on, letting out a wistful sigh as if she has you and your current psyche all figured out- which she does, much to your chagrin. “The only reason someone falls for a guy like Chucky- is being they’re an emotional wreck themselves. Trust me, I know, I’ve been there sweetie. He’s an asshole, so he makes… well- made, you feel like you don’t owe him your love or any emotional vulnerability, like you might with a nice guy. But all that stability is gone, now, so you have to face your inner trauma… Oof, that sucks.”

How did she peg you so freaken correct- “Tiffany, I don’t think that’s any of your business.”

“No, probably not.” Tapping sharp, black nails against the teacup in front of her, she gives a half-shrug. “But I am the only person in the world who might get your current dilemma… so if you wanted to talk about it~ I’m right here.”

“… “This is probably a really bad idea, but… “I feel like a terrible person,” You give in, groaning as you press your forehead against your own cup. Its hot, and you quickly pull away again; Setting it down on the table and hiding our face inside your hands, instead.

“You’re not!! It makes sense if you don’t want him anymore- he’s a totally different person now. I mean- he’s lost all sexual prowess to me, for sure, and I’m not even in love with him anymore.”

“I still love him!” You insist, gently. Because its true. You still have very deep feelings for Chucky and you can’t imagine a time that you won’t. You’ll always look at him, and feel. “But… I just… I don’t know this guy. He laughs at mean jokes but he doesn’t make them anymore, he asked the florist for help today and then tipped her- with money and not a comment on her breastage, he kisses me on the cheek and tells me he loves me? And he has to leave the room if he sees blood!... I… It’s an adjustment, that’s all.”

“Sounds freaky as hell, to me.”

“Yeah.”

For a few moments, the two of you revel in this new world you’ve found yourselves in… where Chucky is actually a good guy… as ironic as that is. You sit in silence until Tiffany’s gaze slips back to you, and she reaches over to tuck some hair behind your ear; All gentle, and comforting. Like a mother. “Sweetie… its okay, to miss the way he was.” Your jaw drops.

“But he was!- “

“I know,” She assures. “He was evil and rude and horrible. But that’s the Chucky you fell in love with… So yeah, its okay to miss him.” When you look away from her, sinking further into the emotional mess inside you, she moves to grab your chin- making you look at her again. “And its also okay to fall in love with this new version of him, eventually. If you want to.”

After Tiffany lets you go to take a sip of her tea, Chucky (‘Nica’) enters the kitchen and his hands land on your shoulders. He gives you a kiss on the head and he low voice he murmurs to you that he’s going to go get Glen and Glenda’s presents. “Okay, love you, I’ll be right back. House is looking great, Tiff!”

As he leaves the house to go to the car, Tiffany looks to you with wide eyes. “Freakish.” She says, shaking her head as you finally let out a giggle over this.

Freakish, indeed.

Freddy Krueger:

You don’t believe it for a second. This is absolutely a trick, right? He would totally do something like this. In just a moment he’s going to wipe that sad look off his face that is so ridiculously foreign - pantomime, practically, - and say something terrible, start laughing, and that’ll be it. You’ve spent a long time getting used to him and his pranks- you know how this goes.

… But he doesn’t wipe that look off his face. You roll your eyes and force an amused scoff, but he just looks confused at you.

“… Freddy. This isn’t funny. Stop it.”

He doesn’t, but that doesn’t prove anything; Its just like him to take a joke too far. In fact its not funny to him unless its miles past the line, so you just turn away to walk off. He can have fun with himself- you’re not interested in this one. It’s confusing, and sad.

You don’t get far, though, before he rushes after you and grabs you by the arm, turning you back around- and letting you go. He raises his hands in surrender, his beloved glove nowhere to be seen, looking wide eyed and desperate. “Y/N please.” Please??! That’s a little over the top, come on now- “I’m telling you, I don’t know what’s happened, I don’t know how real this curse is, but I- but I feel this… weird, uncomfortable tightness in- in my chest. I need your help, please- “

“I’m sure you’ll get over it.”

“Okay yeah- I can see how you might think this is a trick but- “

“I told you, I’m over this already!”

A flash of irritation flickers across his face, but you know it’s not the normal kind. His fingers don’t flick like they would usually, like they’re itching to stab something. Instead he just clenches his fists and frowns. “Okay- “He stops to think a moment, looking serious. “Okay, hold on. Hold on right there.” By holding out his hands, but not touching you or even invading your space at all, he gestures for you to stay put- that same sense of desperation staying a constant in those wide blue eyes. “Just… stay. I’ll be right back.”

Then Freddy disappears, and you’re just wondering what is going to jump out at you, and from where??? You swear to god, if its spiders, you’re going to take Hypnocil for an entire month-

This is all very… odd, the traitorous part of you thinks. He’s acting so… mellow. Calm.

All the time you’ve known this asshole, even when he was alive, he was always a little bit manic. There was always a bite to his demeanour, something venomous to say at the tip of his tongue, a darkness in his face. But now he’s mellow, polite, and his eyes have never been so clear. What… is… happening!?

When he comes back, the first thing you notice is his appearance- he’s still burned, but the sweater he wears is a plain black and there are bandages peaking out of it; Wrapped around his neck and his hands, and assumedly everywhere else. He’s looking down into a box he’s carrying in his arms, but you put your hand on his shoulder and make him look at you, tilting your head to the side in curiosity. “Freddy… are you okay? What’s with the bandages?”

“… “You watch him carefully, and his eyes flicker downwards, and he seems to go somewhere else for a moment, alone inside his mind, before he shakes his head. “I’m fine. The burns were just, ah, reminding me… “

Okay he’s starting to concern you, now, and damnit, it creeps right into your tone. “Reminding you of what?” If he wanted to make a fool of you, he’s done it now.

“Uhh, the… things, I’ve done… “

The way he says ‘things’, and how he avoids eye contact when he says it, worries you even more. It’s weird, he seems… almost… tortured. Guilt-ridden. Like he feels bad for the terrible things he’s done!!

Freddy Krueger.

Feeling sorry.

It strikes you as so totally deranged a thought that you can’t find words for a moment as you stare at him. Is this real?? Is this even him? Looks like Freddy, sounds like Freddy, even stands like Freddy… But…

“What’s in the box?” You ask, suspicion thick in your voice, stepping back and crossing your arms.

You hope to god, for once, that its some kind of bloody organ, scalp, penis or decapitated head, because you don’t know how deal with this if its true. That which said he would be incapacitated with guilt, and just by running through some of the things he’s done… you know she’s right. And you know he deserves it, but its going to be so hard to watch.

“I thought… “He flicks open the box, and reaches in, pulling something out. You recognise the sound before you see it. “You might wanna take this. Careful.”

You’re handed, gently, that iconic glove. Its heavier than you expected and the knives are rusty, but you’ve seen it a million times before so you don’t take long staring at it; Switching to glaring at Freddy in confusion. “… what’s this for?”

Dropping the box off to the side, where it disappears into the floor, Freddy clenched a shaking fist tightly closed so it stops- still strong as hell, apparently. “I was wondering if you could take it outta the dreamworld and destroy it.” He says, without looking at you. “Oh- “Then holds up a finger. “Try melting it down under a church, if you can swing it… Might work a bit better.”

“Work to what?”

Suddenly he looks really nervous, and guilty, and his eyes fly upwards to avoid yours. Now this is a familiar expression on him, though its usually fitted with a smirk- that doesn’t exist now. “It’ll… um… “Eyes narrowing, you wait for an explanation that you know you’re not going to like. “If all goes well, it’ll… possibly… kill me… “

When you don’t respond, just stare at him - the tiniest hint of anger in your eyes, -, he stands back and scratches the back of his neck- still avoiding your eyes. “… yeah.”

Michael Myers:

When you open up your front door and see Michael there, you know somethings wrong. A sense of dread spreads catches from your chest and spreads throughout your body, because he never comes through the front door. He definitely doesn’t knock, either.

You both had thought he was fine after yesterday, and the witch left. She said she cursed him, but he didn’t seem changed and just went on with his life.

But now he’s on your front porch, mask clutched in his fist at his side, head tipped down and you know something is wrong. “… Michael?... “You reach over to touch his shoulder, and he flinches. Michael actually flinches, and your eyes go wide. Then he looks up, and there isn’t a shadow over his eyes like there once was. He reaches over and takes you in his hands, and you get one glance at his war-torn features before he pulls you into a hug.

“Mm,” You sigh, though it’s muffled by his chest. Because he needs it, you wrap your arms back around him, one hand on the back of his shoulder and the other in his hair, fingers spread through the short, whiskery grey hair. “Michael… “Fitting your chin into his shoulder, you try to force the dread out of your voice. “Are you okay??”

Obviously, he doesn’t say anything back, but the way he cuddles your body back to his is far too gentle, far too loving. He doesn’t either squeeze you so hard that you struggle to breath, or drop his arms at a sign of weakness. Instead he turns his head into your hair and takes a deep breath, full of your scent.

This is so odd. Michael is not at all an affectionate person, so the only reason that he would be so clingy right now can only be that… the curse worked.

He’s feeling the guilt and horror of all the people he’s killed his entire life hit him all at once… your heart hurts just thinking about it. “Oh I’m so sorry… “

There’s a consistent shake coming from his body, especially his fingers curled around the back of your shoulders and gripping your waist. “Come on, we can’t keep you standing out here.” Dislodging yourself from Michael, you take those shaking hands in yours and guide him further into the house, closing the door behind him. Then you lead him to the couch and get him to sit down.

He doesn’t let go of you, though, guiding you into his lap where he puts your head back into his neck and wraps his arms back around your waist.

The next morning, you wake up on the couch all alone. You look around for Michael, wondering where he went if he’s not here- but it’s not totally out of character for him to disappear, so you give up before too long. He’s probably just walking, or getting food. God knows your kitchen doesn’t have any.

As you sit back down on the couch after taking a shower and getting changed, worrying about how Michael’s going to deal after this, you pick up the remote and switch on the TV. Sighing, you cuddle a pillow to your chest and switch to the local news station.

When the picture in front of you sinks in, you straighten up immediately and fling the remote to the other end of the couch- the pillow going with it. Your heartbeat hammers hard against your chest and blood pumps painfully loudly in your ears, as you watch Michael walk into Smithsgrove.

Past the terrible gates and through the soulless courtyard and right to the door. They put the handcuffs on him behind a news reporter talking about the Shape of Haddonfield, and it all being over, and considering a death sentence, and a scream bubbles up in your throat. You swallow it down, you stay quiet, but part of it lingers like threat in the back.

A doctor guides him through the doors and then he’s gone, out of the shot.

#Slashers x Reader Drabbles #Slashers x Reader #Drabbles #Michael Myers #Freddy Krueger #Chucky Lee Ray #Chucky #Charles Lee Ray #Michael Myers x Reader #Freddy Krueger x Reader #Chucky Lee Ray x Reader #Chucky x Reader #Charles Lee Ray x Reader #Tiffany Valentine #Tiffany Valentine x Reader

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Naruto x Demon Slayer au: Orochimaru - Written notes / Plot / Character design

Orochimaru takes inspiration from Obanai and Ubuyashiki. Like Obanai, he has poor eyesight but in both eyes. He has multiple snakes that emerge from his kimono to help him see when he requires his eyes. Like Ubuyashiki, he has a very calm tone of voice with an almost magical feel to it.

He often sits with his hands on his lap, and he bows when greeting people. He shows great appreciation for Tsunade and Jiraiya, whom he works along side of to run the leaf corps. His hands are feminine, and he has a very delicate touch and hold, but he's still plenty capable of carrying someone like Sakura without fault. Orochimaru wears a blindfold over his eyes, as they're very sensitive to light, and always has a soft smile on his face.

Kabuto is his right hand man. Orochimaru will send him off to gather information, and he will always retrieve it. He is also a great help in the lab. Sometimes, he acts as Orochimaru's eyes.

Orochimaru is first seen when Sakura is sent on the wrong mission. One of the Hashira sensei's sent her to fight one of Madara's higher rank demons, named Upper Moons, in hopes that her and Naruto will be killed. Sakura fought endlessly with this demon, through broken ribs, a broken arm and even a broken sword for hours. She strived for one reason - protecting Naruto, who was still recovering in his box from their last mission. He was blissfully unaware of the tragedy. Sakura cuts off the demons head, but before it could disappear, it stabs her in the stomach with her broken Nichirin sword. The box's straps were cut, so she slowly goes over to it, covering it with her body in a protective manner before passing out from exhaustion and blood loss. Naruto crawls out of his box after half an hour passes, he sees Sakura's state and panics. Trying to shake her awake, sobbing and wanting to scream.

Kurenai appears soon after, rushing to the two of them. Seeing Naruto startled, she approaches gently and smiles at him to let him know she's not a threat. Naruto reaches over Sakura and grabs her first aid kit, holding it out to Kurenai. "I'll try my best." She says, before starting to treat the wounds she can. Asuma joins her, helping her fix the sword wound, and reports:

"There's no sign of the demon anywhere. I asked some bystanders and they said it disappeared into ash. They also said it had a number in its eyes... so I'm assuming it's one of his..."

"This poor girl... fought... an Upper Moon? At her rank? It's a miracle she still has a pulse."

Naruto watches closely to make sure they aren't hurting Sakura, after the treatment, he reluctantly goes back into his box so they can start making their way to where they were instructed to go. Wanting to be with Sakura.

Orochimaru greets them in an unfurnished room in a small house, sitting in the centre. He holds his arms out in front of him, gesturing for Sakura to be put in front of him. Asuma does as told, and they begin their meeting.

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Orochimaru: Welcome, Hashira. Glad to see you are unscathed. Shall we begin?

Kurenai and Asuma nod.

Orochimaru: The box... with the demon... what are your reports on him?

Asuma: He reminds me of the retired Hashira Minato.

Orochimaru: Hmm? Jiraiya's student?

Asuma: Yes sir. Their eyes are almost identical. But unlike Minato, he is very... sensitive. I've only seen him twice, and both times he has clung to and sobbed over this girl. They seem very close.

Orochimaru: Interesting... and you?

Kurenai: They behave kind of like siblings, Sakura taking the role of the elder. She was laying on top of the box as if to protect it, even if she died. He was hesitant to trust me, but he handed me a first aid kit for me to help her. He watched my hands closely when I was tending to her wounds, as if to make sure I wasn't causing further harm. They care deeply about each other.

Orochimaru: I see... open the box, please. I want to see the child myself.

Asuma places the box down and opens it, Naruto slowly crawling out, eyes gluing to Sakura. Orochimaru lifts the blindfond over his eyes, snakes emerging from his kimono, all staring at Naruto. Orochimaru beckons him forward, holding his hand gently and placing it on Sakura's chest to show him that she is still alive. Naruto is instantly relieved. After a somber pause, Orochimaru speaks.

Orochimaru: It was rumoured that Minato retired early because his wife was with child... I have reason to believe that this is him. There has been no contact with him since before these two arrived, so I have sent Kabuto out to investigate. Hopefully, he finds out more on the girls past as well.

Orochimaru moves his blindfold back into place, the snakes retreat as well.

Orochimaru: Is there anything further from you two?

Kurenai: What's going to happen to the Hashira?

Orochimaru: Until further notice, he has been taken of duty as a Hashira. We are having him evaluated for his mental state, and if he can come to terms with everything he will be allowed back, but we have decided that it is up to this child what his punishment will be.

Kurenai: Ah... I see... thank you, Lord Orochimaru.

Orochimaru nods to show his appreciation.

Orochimaru: Asuma?

Asuma: Uhm... the demon she fought... there was reports that it had a numeral engraved in its eyes. We believe that she fought one of Uchiha Madara's high rank demons.

Orochimaru: Ah... very interesting... I will have to interview her as well once she wakes. Just to be sure.

Asuma: Thank you, Lord Orochimaru.

Orochimaru nods again

Orochimaru: As of now, both Sakura and Naruto are seen as demon slayer corps members, as are the three siblings from the sand. They are all under the protection of Lady Tsunade, Lord Jiraiya and I.

Orochimaru stands up and walks over to the two Hashira, bowing with a hand over his heart.

Orochimaru: On behalf of the three Sannin, I thank you both for your services. I trust that you two will bring the children back safe and sound. Take care

He begins to walk to the door, disappearing into a puff of raven feathers.

Asuma and Kurenai release the breath they have been subconsciously holding, and make their way to begin their travel home.

#sakura haruno #haruno sakura #naruto uzumaki #uzumaki naruto #orochimaru #orochimaru naruto #kurenai yūhi #yūhi kurenai #asuma sarutobi #sarutobi asuma #naruto #naruto shippuden #demon slayer #naruto x demon slayer #crossover #au notes #DSN au #sasuke and obito will be next #x-emeraldsky-x au

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supernatural s11e13 love hurts (w. eric charmelo, nicole snyder)

STACY Ew, I can taste her mom lipstick…you’re telling her tonight, right?

rude, stacy :P

SAM Is that a hickey? DEAN And? It was Valentine’s Day. I can’t help it if I’m a hopeless romantic. SAM You got half of that right. DEAN Just doing my civic duty. Helping all the single ladies. You know the best thing about February 14th. You don’t have to be Mr. Right, just Mr. Right Now. SAM That’s classy. DEAN Yeah and what’d you do, judgy? Curl up in your Snuggie, watch '50 Shades' on cable?

cuz every girl crazy bout sharp dressed man men

*squints* what is that fake domain, danharper.search for the knockoff facebook page. and we got an untitled folder, not quite untitled 1 and 2 but i'll take it :p

always with the full kitchenette and vintage appliances. and bringing back the ridiculous little separators. tires!

DEAN I need a beer, regroup, maybe get lucky. SAM Didn’t you just get lucky? DEAN That was in Kansas. What do you say? You with me? Ready to go scrape a few hearts off the bar room floor? SAM I think I’ll pass. I’m gonna go hit the lore, but you go be you. DEAN Suit yourself.

dean's feelin his oats again apparently! feels like he had some seasons there where far as we knew he wasn't ever getting laid

laughing at the wife shoving these witchy items down the garbage disposal. one way to get rid of things i guess? not so good for the plumbing though

hey they named a motel after me personally

DEAN Hey. Any luck? SAM No. You? DEAN Nah. Hey what’s a…uh…dad bod?

please. (reminder that all bodies are good bodies)

MELISSA All I had to do was chant it and seal it with a kiss.

oh i see. it was plot-relevant mom lipstick.

SAM So the curse is transmittable? DEAN Like a magic STD. Okay that works. Kinda makes you nostalgic for good old fashioned herpes.

this is very fic-ish. LOL and of course dean kisses the lady to take the curse on. clearly he should hot potato it over to sam at some point but we know that's not gonna happen :p

baby lookin pretty in all those pink highlights

DEAN I’d say that went pretty well. What do you think? SAM Wait. Are you serious? You think it’s a great idea to give yourself a fatal curse? DEAN Well, target's off her back ain’t it? SAM I’m just saying. You don’t have to do this. Be the guinea pig. DEAN What? SAM Be the martyr. Try to carry the weight by yourself. Do this. DEAN I’m gonna be fine, okay? And as long as I’m good, she’s good and that’s the important thing. Besides. It proved our theory didn’t it? That this whole kiss of death thing is transmittable. I mean, I’m not asking for the Nobel here, but thank you.

both reasonable to do and also his martyr tendencies are well documented :p but even if he died, wouldn't it just go back to her? moo point, as they say?

SAM I guess. Here we go. Someone chants a curse, lays a wet one on you, then the victim is seduced and killed by the Qareen, but instead of taking the form of Barbara Eden, the present themselves as your deepest, darkest desire.

oh great. so we're gonna see amara then. very convenient of this witch to leave post-it notes with all the details on their monster including how to kill it

okay, that was adorable. so happy to win for once, didn't even care to claim the prize

AMARA You’re a mystery. I can see inside your heart. Feel the love you feel. Except it’s cloaked in shame. When it comes to this, you can’t help yourself, so why fight it. Just give in.

i mean it's just funny because we did kind of do this already in 4x14 sex and violence with the siren.

from s4e14 SAM Yeah. You see, sirens can read minds. They see what you want most and then they can kinda, like, cloak themselves. You know, like an illusion. -- MUNROE Dean's all mine. SAM You poisoned him. MUNROE No. I gave him what he needed. And it wasn't some bitch in a G-string. It was you. A little brother that looked up to him, that he could trust. And now he loves me. He'd do anything for me. And I gotta tell you, Sam, that kind of devotion? I mean, watching someone kill for you? It's the best feeling in the world. SAM Is that why you're slutting all over town? MUNROE Ahh. I get bored, like we all do. And I wanna fall in love again. And again...and again.

have to do some mental gymnastics to not understand that as wincest, i think. still hard to wrap my head around that making it to the screen. anyway. dean wants to bang amara, let's get to it

DEAN It was Amara. SAM That surprise you? DEAN That doesn’t surprise you? SAM Honestly? DEAN Honestly? You seriously think the sister of God is my deepest darkest desire? SAM She isn’t? DEAN No! She can’t be! SAM Why not? DEAN Why? Because if she is that means that I’m… SAM Means you’re what? Complicit? Weak? Evil? DEAN For starters, yeah.

SAM Dean. Do you honestly think you ever had a choice in the matter? She’s the sister of God, and for some reason she picked you and that sucks, but if you think I’m gonna blame you or judge you…I’m not. DEAN You know that I want her ass dead. SAM Yes. Of course. And I know you’ve also probably beaten yourself up a hundred times over it, but where has that gotten us? Just how bad is it? DEAN Standing here right now, every bone in my body wants to run her through. Send her back to that hole she crawled out of. But when I’m near her, I don’t know. Something happens and I can’t explain it, but to call it desire or love…it’s not that. I’m screwed man. We wanna kill the darkness. We need to kill the darkness. And I don’t think I can. I’m sorry to do that to you, ya know, but when it comes right down to it… SAM I got it Dean.

i honestly can't remember the last time they had that open of a conversation. dare i say, that's practically out of character understanding from sam, when it comes to dean hiding something important like that. i fully expected the show to have him flip his lid over dean not telling him something relevant to their big monster hunt, not trusting him with being able to handle the truth. maybe i'm just jaded by how they've done overblown brother conflict for so many seasons. but anyway, i'm thankful for sam being so reasonable and understanding. i'm thankful for dean just telling him straight up what's going on and that he can recognize he can't just power through this problem. usually they only talk this way with other people, it's nice to have it directed at each other for once. still a little bit in shock, honestly.

i like how they focused on the money he left to cover the damages again after showing him slip it under initially. like hello fans yes they do try to cover the fact that they're constantly wrecking motel rooms. feel like these later seasons have a lot of little nods like that (like say, the rock paper scissors, a bitch/jerk moment in 11x04, etc)

#supernatural #spnwatch #spn 11x13 #spn 4x14 #eric charmelo #nicole snyder #rock paper scissors #now i got zz top stuck in my head #sharp dressed man

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No Killer - Teaser for Compass

For the first day of @species-whump-weekly, y'all get a teaser from the current draft of Compass!

For anyone unfamiliar with my OCs and the plot of this story, check out its masterpost here!

“I could help you, if you’d take the cuffs off.” Barrett holds out his bound hands.

“Yeah, my day would really be improved by being strangled into unconsciousness and then getting my blood sucked like a juicebox.”

“Look. If I wanted to hurt you, I could pick up one of these rocks and break your skull right now. I was just offering.”

He has a point.

“Why would you help someone who’s taking you to a death sentence?”

“Because no one deserves to die like that.”

That doesn’t sound like something a stone-cold killer would say.

“You could just run.”

“Where would I go? It’s broad daylight, your car isn’t going anywhere anytime soon, and who in their right mind would pick up a hitchhiker who looks like me?”

This is the kind of conversation Sierra would expect to have with Pete, not Barrett. It does give her a moment’s pause that he thought through all those angles. Guess it’s not like he had much else to do back there but listen to me and Pete. She’d honestly probably have done the same. “You’re being weirdly logical.”

“I’m not brain-dead.” He shrugs. “With one good arm, digging him out will take you hours. I just figured he has a better chance if I help.”

Sierra sighs, slumping defeatedly against the wall. “Tell me why I should give you a chance to try anything, when you murdered two people and nearly drained eight more.”

“I didn’t kill anyone.” His voice sounds shaky. “I didn’t…those people…that wasn’t me. When I was still human.” He looks down at his hands. “After I turned, that’s on me. I know I messed up. I know I hurt them, and I couldn’t make it stop. But I didn’t kill that woman and her daughter.”

“Everyone who gets caught says they’re innocent.” But there isn’t as much conviction in her voice as she wants there to be.

“They were dead when I got there. Look. I might have been a junkie and a thief, but I was no killer. I swear. All I did was break into the place looking for some cash or some shit I could fence. And they were just…there. I’d seen a lot of messed up things, hanging around with dealers and all, but nothing like that. It freaked me out. I didn’t know what to do, so I just froze. And then ran like hell.”

“You panicked and left without taking anything, but left behind enough evidence to get yourself accused of the murders?” Sierra can’t believe he’s said this much. But he’s also had almost a week to fabricate a convincing story. He’s telling me all this for a reason. He didn’t just suddenly start opening up on a whim.

He shakes his head. “A neighbor’s security cameras caught me.”

“And no one ever looked to see if they caught anyone else?”

“You think I called the LAPD to ask hey, did you by chance look at those videos again?”

“Okay, back off the sarcasm, huh?”

“Want to take these cuffs off so I can get to work? We’re wasting time.” He nods to the still slowly shifting rock heap. “What are you afraid of? What happens if I’m wrong? Or what happens if I’m right?”

The three feet between them feels like an uncrossable rift. Like they’re shouting back and forth over some chasm dividing them into different universes. There is no way he can ever cross back over to her side. And joining him, for Sierra, would be a literal fate worse than death.

But she needs to make a choice. Trust him, or trust herself.

And she hasn’t exactly been doing so great with her own instincts lately.

She almost got Pete killed at Motel California, leaving him in that office by himself. She got a second chance at getting it right. And she can’t blow it.

“Okay.” She reaches into her pocket for the key and unlocks the cuffs. His wrists below them look raw and chafed. She feels just a little bit sorry for the way she’s been treating him. He was never tried for the murders, no one had the chance to find out whether he was responsible or not, but she was still treating him as guilty until proven innocent.

“You know it’s daylight. You won’t have your vamp strength.”

“We’ll worry about that if we have to.” He picks up the rock Sierra was struggling with and tosses it at least four feet away as if it weighs nothing.

“What were you shooting up, steroids?”

He shakes his head. “After I got bit, I worked third shift manual labor. I felt better at night, didn’t know why at the time, but those were the only jobs I could hold down for long. Mostly on the docks moving cargo, or night construction.”

“Oh.”

“After a while, I got into some underground fights, when I started feeling like ripping someone’s head off at work because they looked at me the wrong way. Thought maybe if I found a constructive outlet for feeling that way, I’d get better.”

“Underground street fights are constructive. That’s a new one.”

“I was bloodthirsty. Literally. I was just trying to find some place where that didn’t make me a freak.” He turns to look at her. “Those bites don’t just poison your body. It gets into your head, trying to turn you into a monster from the inside out.”

Sierra knows the biology of vampire venom. But there’s very few studies on its mental effects. Hunters get bitten without turning, disturbingly often. But the vampire responsible is usually staked within days if not hours, which renders the venom inert. There’s only a few hunters living with the long-term consequences. Sierra’s met one of them, a hunter from San Francisco who taught a crash course in working with shifter fae. Amy Sherwin had been a strange sort of contradiction, a twiggy, petite woman with pale skin and a grip like iron, dark eyes burning above shadowy smudged circles.

If Barrett had been like that…he would have added a physically intimidating physique to the intensity and controlled fury Sherwin had given off.

“You can’t tell me you don’t get it,” he continues, tossing a few more rocks aside before stepping back and studying the shrinking heap. “No one gets a job like yours without needing an outlet for something burning them up from the inside.”

She can’t exactly argue with him, and she doesn’t want to get into that.

“I can take it from here.” She doesn’t want Barrett around Pete if he’s bleeding. He’s sun-weakened and probably exhausted himself further moving all these rocks. He might not be able to stop himself from trying to feed. She holds out the cuffs.

“Really?”

“Look. You’ve told me a pretty convincing story, but I can’t afford to just take you at your word. It’s not just about me. I have to worry about Pete too, and if you’re lying just to make me stop watching you every second, both of us could die. Or worse, get turned.”

She doesn’t miss the slight flinch. Right, that was insensitive. But she doesn’t really care. Nothing about his story has really made him like her any better. Why hasn’t he told anyone else this? Does he know who the killer that night really was? Is he protecting them by taking the fall? If he thinks any of this is going to make them friends, he’s wrong. They’re not even reluctant allies. They’re just…not currently trying to kill each other, in the interests of saving Pete.

She reaches for another rock and winces.

“Just don’t,” Barrett says. “I’ve got this. I’ll tell you if I don’t. I’ll find him.”

@nade2308 @catwingsathena @telltaleclerk @the-one-and-only-valkyrie

#species whump weekly #vampire whump #“Look I never killed anyone if that's what you're implying.”#compass #sierra aguirre-stoker #shane barrett

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ichoosechoasandbeingqueer · 2 years

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Your Good Boy

This is Day 5 of Fili whumptober!

Warnings: past relationship abuse, bruising, kidnapping, flirting

Word count: 2097

You kidnap Fili in an attempt to ransom him back to the royal family for gold. The ransom is quickly forgotten when your prisoner begs you to let him stay.

Please refer to the warnings of this story. If you go past this point you are consenting to reading this content.

“Don’t fucking touch me!”

You let the chuckle rumble through your chest as you watched the blond dwarven prince before you. He had tucked himself into the corner of his tiny cell and looked up at you with wide eyes, a storm of emotions flashing amongst the sea of cerulean blue.

“Hush now darling,” you cooed, watching him shiver as you ran your gentle fingertip down his cheek, “this nightmare is almost over. Just a few more days, you can be a good boy just a few more days, can’t you?”

“When Thorin finds you-”

“Oh yes,” you cut him off with a roll of your eyes, “when Thorin finds me I’ll be sorry, I’ll be killed, I’ll regret it. Yes, you’ve told me before,”

“He’ll have you executed for this you know,”

You let out a sigh. If you knew kidnapping and keeping the dwarven prince for ransom would be so boring you might have kidnapped his mother instead. At least she would have fought back by now, screwed up your plans enough for you to fall behind schedule, added a little excitement to this nefarious plot of yours, not just sat in the corner of her and glared at you from afar. If it weren’t for the beads in his hair, you might have feared you captured the wrong dwarf. Three straight days you have had him in your control and not once has he tried to escape. You didn’t even have him tied down to anything. How was this miserable creature the famous ‘lion heart’ Durin prince?

“This might be human of me asking, but I though dwarves were supposed to be more daring than this? I’ve had elves with more fight in them than you,”

That particular comment earnt you a growl, but as he opened his mouth to spit something back at you, he paled and looked to the ground with his lips drawn thin.

“See, you almost had it there kitten,” you cooed again flicking the end of his braid, his face flushing at the action, “don’t you want to bite back? To claw at your chains? To growl and roar in defiance?”

“I- I don’t-”

“Don’t what kitten?”

“I don’t-”

“That’s it honey, tell mommy,”

His blue eyes widened and a look of shame crossed his face, “Fuck off,” he spat again, turning his head away and pulling his legs up to his chest.

You giggled at his reaction, leaning back to let him have some space. Remembering the reason you had wondered over to him in the first place, you gently put down a plate of food at his feet, “Fair enough love, but you have to eat,”

“Right,” he rolled his eyes, a bit of bravery in his form, “like I’m going to do that,”

“Look, I don’t know what other dickheads might want to do to you if they had you in chains, but I don’t want to hurt you. I just want to gab the money and go, but to do that I need you happy and healthy. Well… mainly healthy. You haven’t eaten since you got here so your either going to eat, or I’m going to pin you down somewhere nice and soft and force you to swallow,”

A blush as red as fire spread across his face and down his neck and your own eyes widened at the unintentional inuendo. You decided to ignore it and kept your face straight, pushing the plate towards him again.

“I- I can’t trust you…” he tried to reason with himself, but the growl of his stomach defied his words.

“What have I done so far to make you not trust me?”

He gave you an unamused look, “you did kidnap me?”

You blinked and reluctantly nodded, “Ok smartass, but other than that. Have I not given you food, water and somewhere to sleep? Have I not been courteous? Have I not been gentle?”

“You have… but how can I know you haven’t just played the part? Looked gentle and sweet while on display but really want to hurt me behind closed doors?”

He looked up at you with a look you couldn’t pick, and something in your stomach twisted. You frowned at the prince and tilted your head slightly as you watched him start to tremble again.

“Easy now kitten, peace. Use your head. The king won’t pay for a body, will he?”

“You don’t have to kill me. You could just make me sick. Make me suffer the same way you have,”

Again a quiver in his voice made you pause. You sat before him in silence for a moment, questioning how you were going to convince the skeptical dwarf.

“Who exactly do you think I am preforming for kitten? The only one here is you. If I really wanted you to suffer, would I not have done so already?”

He stuttered for a moment, stumbling over his words and you gave him an amused look. You nudged the plate again, the tapping of your nail making a tinking sound.

He shot you a glare but grudgingly slid the plate closer to him. He used his fingers to press the rice together and scoop up the thick broth. He was hesitant as he brought it to his lips, his eyes flicking between the food and you before his hunger won him over and he shoveled it into his mouth with a moan. His eyes lit up as he swallowed and he dived back in for more.

“Good boy,” you encouraged, “See? It wasn’t hard, was it? How does it taste?”

“So good,” he muttered as he shoveled it in as fast as he could.

“Bloody rivers, there is a fork Fili,” you chuckled, stopping when he froze and drew back with his head down.

“I- I’m sorry, please- please don’t take it away,”

“Take it-,” you frowned, that twisting in your stomach coming back, “I’m trying to get you to eat, why would I take it?”

The prince stayed silent as he curled in on himself even more, flinching back when you moved to take a handkerchief from your pocket. His fear was apparent and you moved slowly and softly as you hushed and soothed him. You held out the piece of material to prove you had nothing to hurt him, and you took up his hand in yours.

His hands were bigger than yours, his fingers thick and rough, carrying scars and burns you could only assume came with crafting in his forge. You had not seen many dwarves in your life, but you thought the other races rather mad for not finding their beauty. Their skill and passion of crafting alone made you weak, and if Fili’s passion was the same as the love and care he showed for the many knives you had confiscated from his body before you brought him here, you could admire each and every mark upon his flesh.

He watched you carefully as you traced his fingers, wiping away the mess from his skin with the cloth.

“Eat Fili,” you mumbled to the prince, “I will not take your food from you. I was not mad that you used your hands, I merely though it would be easier for you,”

He hummed in acknowledgment and let his attention linger on you for a little longer before returning to the plate of food, this time using the fork to scoop up the food. He was so hungry he didn’t seem to mind you still fiddling with his left hand despite it being his dominant, to busy balancing his food from the plate to his mouth, and didn’t notice you pull his sleeve up his arm to keep it out of the way.

He certainly did notice the sharp inhale you took when you noticed the bruises on his forearm however.

He made a move to tug his arm away but you tightened your grip and kept his in place, your eyes not leaving his marks. One or two bruises you could excuse as an accident. How many walls have you walked into this week alone? But this… this made you feel sick. You could count twelve marks on this arm alone, most turning a dull yellow and fading, others fresh and still a deep purple and none of them small. In fact, the largest was bigger than your whole hand.

Fili whimpered again, trying to pull away from your grasp but you wouldn’t move. You were no doubt scaring him but you felt frozen in your place.

“Are there more?” you whispered quietly, letting your other hand roam careful over each and every mark, testing those that still hurt, and where you could brush without bringing him pain. When he didn’t reply you looked him in the eye and asked again.

“I- please. No there’s not,”

“Fili Durin do not lie to me,” you growled, you voice making him shake, “Are there more?”

He opened his mouth to speak but ended up nodding yes instead.

“Show me,”

It was not a question and he knew that. As best he could with one hand he undid the top two of his buttons, already showing off another mark on his collarbone, before pulling the tunic off. You moved to get a better look at him. The pale skin of his back and torso were stained with marks of purple and green, the golden curls on his chest doing nothing to hide them. Some were straight like he had been hit with a pole, some curved and thin like they had been made with a strap. Tears welled in his beautiful blue eyes and you gently pulled him close. He didn’t fight you this time, his fingers wrapping onto the collar of your shirt and his face tucked into the crook of your neck. You could hear the sobs he was trying to hold in.

Your heart hammered in your chest as you held him, threading you fingers through his hair and rubbing soothing circles on his back where the marks could not be seen.

“Who?” you demanded in a low voice, “Who did this to you?”

“I couldn’t stop her… she was always so perfect… no one would believe me if I tried to tell,” he muttered miserably into your throat, his lips tickling the soft skin there. Your very soul felt like it had been ripped apart when you heard him mutter, “Please don’t make me go back. I won’t argue. I’ll eat. Just… please,”

“Who Fili?”

“My wife,”

You took a deep breath to steady yourself. It was no secret that he had been forced to marry a darrowdam from the Iron Hills, everyone knew it was an arranged marriage, even the humans that lived in Dale knew, but since their wedding day the couple had been nothing but infatuated with each other. Or so the rumors had said.

You couldn’t imagine the pain and terror he must have been put through to be in this position, to beg his captor to keep him there. Is that why he hadn’t fought back? Is that why he tucked himself away and flinched at your every movement?

A fire built up in your chest as you looked down at the tired dwarf in your arms.

“Change of plans,” you hummed as you slid off your cloak and wrapped it around his bruised body, “No more hostage situation,”

He looked up at you with pleading eyes, “No please. You must keep me! Please, I-I’ll be good, your good boy. That’s what you want right? Please, don’t take me back. Not yet,”

“Hush now kitten,” you soothed nudging him to stand. Like an eager puppy desperate to prove himself, he obeyed, and you moved him to the soft bed you had made for him in his cell. You pulled away the furs as he sat and you tucked him in its warmth as you handed him the plate of food he still had left, “I’m not taking you back. The money can wait. This can’t,”

“I-”

“No one,” you growled, taking his chin in your hands to face you, “is ever going to touch you like this again, do you hear me? No one, touches what is mine,”

“What are you going to do?” he asked nervously, fiddling with one of his braids. You took the strand from his fingers and ran a calming hand through his hair again.

“First I’m going to patch you up,” you purred, stroking his face as he leaned into you, “Then I’m going to kill your wife,”

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#whumptober2022 #no.5 #every whumpee's needs #the hobbit #fili #fili durin #writing #past relationship abuse #kidnapping #bruising #flirting #my writing #fili x reader #insert reader #comfort whump #arraigned marriage

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izzyeffinhands · 6 months

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The only Facebook group I feel safe in as an Izzy Hands stan is Our Flag Means Daddy.

Even though I am apart of the two main groups as well, i.e. Our Flag Means Deathposting, Our Flag Means Fans, I do NOT feel SAFE. I see the wildest and hottest fucking takes in these groups and they piss me off. Are you even watching the same show? I’m also sick and tired of people calling Izzy a villain when he clearly is not. Also there are many that don’t recognize he’s gay, even after season 2. If you voice you’re upset and betrayed? You get attacked. I was again last night.

I guess I’m a proud Izzy “apologist”, but it fucking baffles me how fans just give Ed a pass on all the brutal things he did. Oh but the love story—- NO. Recognize you’re an Ed apologist as well. I like both Ed and Izzy, but I recognize the horrifying things Ed did.

The day of the finale, I posted my thoughts on various social media. I got attacked. I got messages even on tumblr from anon cowards who I imagine followed through Twatter. I was called the t slur. That I was stupid, fat, all sorts of things.

It’s because I said I’ll never trust David Jenkins again. Now, do I have my own thoughts as to whether parts of the finale are a dream state/gravy basket that Stede himself is in? Absolutely. But let’s dive into why I was especially hurt.

First off. I am disabled. For those who know me, I’ve also had two leg surgeries and my injury has ruined my life. So seeing Izzy with a false leg, as a disabled character, still being badass? It felt good. It boosted my confidence for me to keep going. I had so much metal in my leg it caused pain that left me bedridden and using a wheelchair and cane. Many a time I wish they’d chopped my leg off.

I see a lot of myself in Izzy. I swear, he has the traits of an Aries with his anger and intense emotions. This man feels deeply for those who cares for, even though at first this seemed to just be Edward. Despite the hardened shell, he’s a romantic at heart. I’m very much the same.

That hardened shell is also a form of masking to me. In my opinion, and in my own headcanon for this roleplaying blog, Israel is neurodivergent and suffered sexual assault on ships when he was young. It’s part of the reason he has bowel issues. He had to force himself to put on that rough motherfucker mask in order to protect himself. I was bullied mercilessly in school. When I started middle school, I decided to align myself with the “bad kids” as a form of protection. Guess what? Part of myself was masking I was a bad ass, part of myself became the badass I was masking to be after years of torture.

Also. I am transmasculine. I’m pre-HRT. But to me, Izzy is very transmasc coded. This was even confirmed by Con himself when a transmasc fan at Supercon brought the conversation up. I’d just like to say again how much I adore him for supporting the trans community, particularly transmascs who often are glanced over.

Then David Jenkins, a straight man, that swore he wouldn’t fall into the kill your gays trope did exactly that. So let’s exclude here the thought that this is possibly a dream state, or even that he might be resurrected by Buttons as a zombie or ghost which I fucking hope not. We’re talking about my initial feelings. Now it felt like they were setting him up to be killed but I said oh no Jenkins wouldn’t do that to us. He promised he wouldn’t.

Guess what?! He fucking did. Not only that, he murdered off the disabled, gay, transmasc coded character after giving him the most beautiful character arc of any character on the show. You can have a gay pirate rom com, you can understand some characters can get hurt, but killing someone as a means to advance plot? Fuck you. Also, the fact that Izzy apologized to his ABUSER?! As if the victim blaming and shaming wasn’t enough for Izzy Hands, which I see plenty of still, that’s fucked up on so many levels.

So to me I watched a version of myself be murdered. It hit me in the hardest way imaginable. I cried for days. I’ve never been so attached to a character in my 38 years of existence. I’m sick and tired of people saying they like his redemption arc. Izzy never needed redemption. He just needed one, single, person to tell him that he was loved and cared about.

So voicing that I felt betrayed and that I no longer trust Jenkins got me nothing but vitriol. Then toward the end of the day, he made a tweet about how there’s no version of the show without Izzy and had the comments turned off. He knows what he did. And then in the FB groups, if you dared say you were upset that day, requoted Jenkins, you’re a horrible person? Right. I didn’t start attacking the writers. I just said I’m betrayed and I can’t trust what I thought was my comfort show. Because of that, I got hate.

As much as I’d like to believe Izzy will return, the interviews David has done post season 2 talking about his character give me little hope. It’s like he just stabbed every fan in the back. Id like to think the rushed finale is really a dream sequence or gravy basket deal. Id like to think that Izzy will come back thanks to Buttons. But now I just don’t trust David Jenkins.

And if you dare voice this opinion anywhere but Our Flag Means Daddy and Twatter, you get attacked. So here goes. Thanks for my TED talk.

#izzy hands #our flag means death #out of hands [ooc]#ofmd #my personal thoughts #our flag means death season 2 #our flag means death finale #david jenkins

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izosdualpistols · 1 year

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Zoro and The Smile He "Lost"

If I hear another fan say "Zoro lost his smile" I might actually explode and combust into flames.

I'm convinced most OP fans are either illiterate, in denial, or a mix of both. I am speaking from experience as I have argued with the "Yamato is not trans" bros.

It sometimes have me thinking that they've never read shit and just saw clips off tiktok.

OKAY. Zoro.

The man who has gaslit the entire fandom into thinking three sword style is cool - HEY! Don't run to comment something about this yet. You know full well biting down on a sword is ridiculous and if you did that in real life you'd get a fat disapproval from your fiancé's father.

That aside, I have to put it out here that Zoro is not the "I hate the world and I will slash everything" edgelord the majority of the no-brainer OP fandom takes him to be.

He's more than that and I'm here to prove it to you all.

It physically hurts to type this out but here is the wicked statement many fans believe to be true:

"Zoro would kill a crew member under Luffy's order."

This is where we point and laugh.

What I feel like most fans fail to understand is that Zoro is not some mindless minion that would do everything Luffy tells him to do.

Yes, Luffy is his captain, but that doesn't take away the right for Zoro to think for himself. He is able to speak and mind and lay out his opinions.

This is evident in Water 7 during the scene when Zoro finds out that Usopp wants to rejoin the crew after that harsh duel between him and Luffy.

His whole speech about "respect" was not there just for show. It gave us one of Zoro's beliefs and solidified his character even more.

Assuming we have that out of the way, it's time we finally get to the main topic. The topic that had me stressing ever since the discovery of it.

"Zoro lost his smile"

Don't get me wrong - I'm not encouraging emotionless jock boy Zoro. Never. But the term "lost his smile" is just so... off putting?

Zoro didn't lose his smile. He never did. Yes, we see more of his smirks and flashy evil grins than big laughs and soft smiles, but that doesn't mean he went Yaeger mode and is plotting to nuke 80% of the population.

No, no, no. Zoro is none of that!

Trust me when I say he's not gone emotionless. If we're talking about absence of emotions, we should be more worried about Sanji as a matter of fact.

Many people say he has started to be less expressive ever since his duel with Mihawk at the Baratie, so we'll start from there.

Through the duel's outcome, he comes to realize and experience for himself that the gap between his current self and the greatest swordsman is beyond far.

Not only was this a declaration of his loyalty for Luffy, but also a promise to his captain and himself.

He has set his goals straight and is now training everyday just to get even an inch closer to that title as the greatest swordsman.

He has set those standards for himself so he can have a clearer visualization of his end goal.

So when he lost to Kuma in Sabaody, not only did he break his promise, he has once again realized that gap between him and the New World. That is why he gets on his knees and begs Mihawk to train him.

The crew's separation had a big impact on Zoro, and so did the news of Ace's death (Once again realizing he wasn't strong enough back in Sabaody). So for 2 whole years, he has trained to get stronger - kicking his standards up a notch.

This flat out tells us why he delivered this line below:

"Get a grip", "This is just the beginning of New World"

Out of context, it sounds like an asshole thing to say. But if we take the reason why was so upset over Luffy letting his guard down around Ceasar (and losing once), they are words of concern in a way.

Zoro does not want the Sabaody incident to happen again. Being helpless under an opponent is the last thing Zoro wants. With this, we learn that he is not willing to let those 2 years go to waste.

His obsession with strength comes from his ambition - and his ambition is tied to Luffy's.

Zoro is a treasured member of the Straw Hats. Meaning he is aboard Sunny, under his captain, and sharing Luffy's dream. He's onboard it all.

We also get a little bit of insight on Zoro's character through Sanji, who says:

And he is absolutely correct. But Zoro is tough on himself for his ambition. He is pushing himself to be a man worthy of being the King of Pirates's right hand man.

Thus, realizing the importance his ambition and Luffy's ambition holds, this is the way Zoro becomes stronger. We are seeing Zoro, as one of the main fighters, stabilize the crew like the pillar he is - not going "emotionless" or "losing his smile" at that.

What a lovely post about Zoro I made. I just stated the obvious but SOME people just don't get it you know.. I am fending off any hardcore Zoro fanboys so get behind me.

#one piece #zoro #roronoa zoro #water 7 #punk hazard

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dandelion-wings · 9 months

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Trying to shake a little rust off after a writing hiatus, which means some random scenes as warmups! This is, in theory, from the latter half of the "Jean marries the prince of Khaenri'ah" AU, if I go with a particular thread I'm still debating--whether or not to go with multiple false identities and have Diluc be, at first, in disguise himself. I like identity porn, okay. >> I'm just not sure if it has a plot function. But since I haven't written the main story yet, I can play about freely!

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When Maram steps out of her private chambers, her son is in her receiving-room, pacing back and forth across the floor. His head jerks up at her entry; there's a brief flash of light in his eyes, the cold pale-blue gleam of Cryo, clear in the left, fractured and flickering in the right. Her heart seizes, as it always does, at that sight.

But he masters himself, reins in the shadow of the Abyss creeping up through him, drawing himself straight in a gesture so reminiscent of his father that Maram almost smiles. Almost, because the stiffness that has become natural in her husband is a warning-sign in her son. His shoulders are held with a rigidity that comes from more than the armor, a tension that's all defensiveness, little as he'd like to know she sees it there.

"What troubles you?" she asks him, beckoning him to join her as she steps up onto the low dais at the center of the room. The benches at the sides are more intimate, but when he's this tense, she doubts that she could make him sit down.

"Diluc," he says, following her up. He takes a formal pose, standing at attention before her like any other knight, but she can still see the tension humming through him in his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides, the samll shifts of his weight. "Jean's bodyguard, her Dark Knight- he was there when I went to visit the horses this morning. He didn't tell me, but I remember how he was with horses. Mother, I would swear that it's him."

Maram's hands tighten on the arms of her chair, and she leans forward, nearly as tense as he is. "Is that so?"

"I'm almost certain. It would explain quite a bit. But if he is Diluc…." Below the hollow crackling that the armor gives his voice, Maram can hear the raw edge of distress. "How could I have missed it for so long?"

She can hear the other questions beneath that. Has Diluc changed so much, or has he? Is his memory failing him, or worse yet, his love for the boy he knew? The last shivers through his tone in unspoken terror.

"I have long suspected that mask he wears of holding some enchantment," Maram says firmly, to banish those fears. Her son's mind may go, someday, but never his heart. She trusts in that. "It must be one of concealment. He said he took it from the Fatui, and their spying would benefit from that sort of tool."

He breathes out a sigh that isn't quite relief, but his voice shakes less when he answers, and his chuckle is almost real. "That would explain why he insists on wearing something so hideous. Even Diluc wouldn't sport such an unfashionable trophy without a good reason."

Maram relaxes a bit herself. But not entirely. "Now that you know, love, would you like me to kill him for you? If I do it myself, you don't have to lie to your wife. Formidable as he seems to be, my Wind Glede and I are his equal, and I know how to take a man by surprise."

"No!" He rocks back on his heels in shock and horror, armor grating on itself. "Why would you do that? That's the last thing- that's hardly necessary."

Because she wants to kill him, Maram doesn't say, and had hoped he might allow it, though she'd already known that would be his answer. Her son's heart is his greatest strength, but also his greatest weakness.

"Your father would have ordered it. He's hurt you once, and we'll take no more chances with you if we can avoid it."

"No," he says again, more firmly, regaining his composure. "He's here to guard Jean. Our court is enough of a threat to her without taking away one of her protectors. He has no idea who I am, and I intend to keep it that way."

"And how will you do that when your curse comes to an end?"

"I'll handle that when it happens." He chuckles, and Maram feels her heart ache anew at the false blitheness of it.

As his Queen, she could overrule him; as his mother, she dares not to. Her heart has always been her greatest weakness, as well. If she does lose him to his people's curse, as he's so certain that she will, she doesn't want him to go still angry at her for her actions.

If she does lose him to that curse, to the darkness that first gathered in that wounded eye, she can always wait until he's gone to kill Diluc Ragnvindr for his betrayal.

#fleshing out kaeya's mom for this au has been great fun #if hoyo isn't going to give him one then it's free rein to play and i'm taking it #in a windless land #fic bits

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