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#i just want to talk about him outside that too cause his character still deserves analysis. like his backstory and motivations

sapphic-agent · 9 months

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I think one of my main annoyances in Hori writing is him trying to redeem every villain and hero that some of them just doesn’t deserve that redemption.

Like; it’s reminds me too much of Naruto. But the difference is Naruto isn’t being held by modern standards since it set in a fictional world with ninjas while bnha is set in 200+ years in the future in modern japan.

I absolutely despise Endeavor and how he abused his family as a whole; in modern society he would have been put in jail, and yet he still gets a redemption arc. It’s feels like it’s cheapen all of the todorokis trauma.

And shoto being bakugo friend is another thing, since bakugo is so much like endeavor… like, if I had a classmate that act so much like my abusive parent that I absolutely despise I wouldn’t be close to them at all.

It’s gave me bad feeling how Hori just brushes all of the trauma the characters have from the actions of other characters selfish acts.

When I started reading the manga in 2015 I thought the concept is really good and having a main character with anxiety and socialization problems (in the start) made me hooked, because I had those things too. But looking at it now 8 years later I just feel so much dissatisfaction and disappointments..

You have a great point about Naruto. I mean, I'm not a fan of Naruto because of reasons, but it's the same concept as to why I like Vegeta better than Bakugou despite Vegeta technically being a worse person. Because MHA and DBZ are two very different shows. One is about becoming stronger and being able to face any threat to the world no matter what, the other is trying to push a narrative about morality and being a "true hero." The Z Fighters do have their own moral compasses, but it varies between every character. So there's no overarching theme that's beating us over the head.

Someone described this problem with MHA perfectly; it's constantly preaching about morality while willfully being tone deaf about its own overlaying issues. And that wouldn't even be so bad if so many of these issues weren't set up in the beginning to be addressed later.

I talk a lot about Bakugou, but I think we should focus on Endeavor like you mentioned. Not only are they similar in nature (temperamental, overzealous, dangerously ambitious), they're also two characters who benefit the most from the system in MHA.

...And it's barely ever acknowledged.

I mean sure, Dabi calls Endeavor out and it leads to the public losing faith in heroes. But not only does the family he abused and/or neglected choose to help him (I can't get over Fuyumi and Natsu taking blame for Touya when they were LITERAL CHILDREN wtf, not to mention Rei), why he was allowed to do this is never addressed. People knew he wasn't the kind hero All Might was, and it was something his fans admired along with his strength. Because as long as you have a strong quirk, you're admired in the MHA world and allowed to get away with whatever you want. Yet this is overlooked so easily.

(I like Hawks (because of Zeno Robinson mainly), but him dismissing this is so weird?? Why on Earth would Horikoshi go out of his way to introduce a character with an abusive father and make him an Endeavor fan? With no moment of clarity either?? There's something really off about that)

Bakugou's apology (one day I'll make a post critiquing this scene) is a little better in this regard as he does acknowledge that he was enabled because of his quirk. But again, it's really just skimmed over and only referenced to give Bakugou an excuse.

And the people who do question society and its system are either villains who are use it as an excuse to cause destruction and hurt people (the LOV and Overhaul) or bloodthirsty murderers (Stain). I would have loved for Horikoshi to introduce a group of vigilantes or anti-heroes who work outside of the HPSC and call out how discriminatory their system is.

Someone's talked about this before, but the Todoroki and Bakugou "friendship" was so forced and unnecessary. Bakugou has, at every turn, been completely unsympathetic towards the fact that Todoroki was abused and yelled at his sister for talking about it in her own home (but sure, let's call Bakugou an abuse victim I guess). Todoroki should have at the very least remained indifferent towards Bakugou like he was in the beginning.

Izuku deserves so much better than how Horikoshi treats him. He's either used as a tool to make Bakugou better or he's shoved into the background of his own show. He was so relatable in the beginning of the series only for the plot to suck his character dry.

#anti bakugou katsuki #bnha critical #mha critical #anti bakugo katsuki #anti bakugou #anti endeavor #anti enji todoroki #izuku deserves better #anon ask #ask

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sukibenders · 11 months

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I really enjoy Yellowjackets but the way it throws its poc characters to the side, the way the fandom does is so unsurprising but saddening at the same time. Shauna is one of my favorite characters, she's cool and stuff but, being honest, the trope of housewife having an affair because she's bored of her current life has been played before. So what if this one had certain elements outside of it, it's still common so it kind of grew tiring to see Yellowjackets constantly shove this plot at me when Tai's storyline is right there.

Taissa, a biracial woman who, even after living through something horrific as a kid, "bounced back" and lived the life she always wanted. She was a lawyer, now ran for and won a position in office, married a beautiful and smart woman and had a son, has a whole perfect family who she loves. Only for the trauma, the aspect of her life she promised herself and others to never talk about, is now coming back and in the process causes her to do things she doesn't want to do. The plot that could have come from Taissa alone is out of this world. You mean to tell me that a biracial lesbain running for office wouldn't be more entertaining than Shauna's storyline? Why couldn't Tai be the main focus?

And I don't even want to get into the fandom, but I have too. Listen, I like TaiVan for all that they are. They helped each other survive during a time where they thought it would be impossible. But what annoys me and, sadly, almost pushed me away from this ship, was how the writers and fans treat Simone and Sammy. Like the shows only way to have Tai together with Van was to put her wife in a coma and abandoned her son? That really does not sound like Tai, who fought to get her old life. And very insidious how some fans make certain jokes that just reek of "Let's push away the black characters to make room for the yte ones", because I've seen people call Simone the villain, to other things, just because she told Tai to get help all while framing Van as the better option. I've seen people in the fan call Sammy unnatural or even a demon just because he exists in a way that is not natural, by that I mean acting out and expressing coping mannerisms because he saw a version of his mother who terrified him but can't express, but I forgot because he's a little black boy who needs help people will ignore him or dehumanize him, because that's how this works right? The shows main, and only dark-skinned black characters were quickly pushed aside by the plot for what?

And I have a feeling the show may make us watch Taissa go through great lengths to keep Van alive (even though I do want Van to live), but won't extend the same want to Simone, which will read badly with the undertones in so many ways.

And the fandom treats Tai poorly as well (don't even get me started on some pretending to care about her family just to hang it over her head and call her a deadbeat) and reaching some nearly very ableist thinking when talking about her. Taissa deserved so much better, from the show and the fandom, and I hope they do better in season three but I'm not so sure to be honest, because most of the scenes even having mentions of Tai's blackness were because of Jasmine, not the showrunners, who it would be fine if it were small things here and there but to add so many crucial parts to your character because others won't begins to become a pattern.

#tw abelism mentioned #yellowjackets #taissa turner #taivan #i love taivan so nobody better write this off as me dismissing their ship #van palmer #simone abara #fandom racism #shauna shipman #shauna sadecki #like they gave so much of the storyline to shauna and while i love her i waa getting bored #but the show has a tendency of writing off their poc characters and we see this with mari crystal travis javi akilah etc

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nerves-nebula · 5 months

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so, my original question was this:

how do you go about writing topics like abuse, sa, etc., because i had thoughts about adding these sort of things in a storyline of mine, but i'm not sure how i would do it without being seen as somehow offensive. i want to do it mainly for awareness purposes, definitely not to romanticize it or justify it, as well as vent a bit personally (thats more with the abuse topic though)

so i was just wondering how you think of it, is all. thanks!

this is really long and meandering so. under the cut. also, might be a lot of typos, i'm not re-reading all of this to make sure :P

i mean well. yknow. ok so like. i'm not really an expert here, cause I mainly write stuff how I'd want to read it, and there's a lot of people who do NOT want to read abuse stories the way that I write them and that's fine. me personally? I like getting into the graphic bits. I remember what happened to me, for the most part. I also like getting into the complicated feelings (like for example the weird kinks you can get from trauma) but I mostly avoid posting that stuff here because. well. because of a lot of reasons, mainly that people actually do not enjoy when abuse survivors aren't chaste about the ICKY parts of their abuse heahfshaf.

BACK TO THE POINT THO: the main thing that i've usually seen other survivors get annoyed at is the sa & abuse being used for shock and nothing else. like, the victims of the abuse not mattering or being used as fodder. and also, victims not having much of a life outside of their abuse.

I know that's rich for me to say cuz I can't stop abusing my characters and I tend to not have much time to do things other than what I'm REALLY interested in- so to a lot of you guys my characters can seem like they're kind of just going through it 24/7, but that's not really how I see them since y'know, I see the whole thing in my head.

but I've noticed that myself and others like it when abused characters also have like, other shit going on. imagine that, I know. A lot of people want characters who's abuse is kind of tangential to them. (not my preference, but this is something I've seen a demand for)

in a way I have a similar thing going on, though I frame it more as "let them get silly with it" hah. As in, I like when characters who are abused or sexually assaulted get to also be silly (editing this to be more clear: It's nice when a character experiences a full range of emotions & experiences. or has a normal day, or does things completely unrelated to their abuse. it feels jarring to some people but the reality of living with abuse is often jarring, as i'm sure you're aware. because one moment you're having a normal ass day at school or something and the next you're at home experiencing things that people consider too horrific to even talk to you about. so a kid hanging out with their friends being a normal silly kid can go a long way to making what happens to them feel more real, at least to me)

I also like it when abuse victims don't react in pretty ways to their abuse. when they get messy with it, when it makes them mean and preemptively lash out at people, when they fight back and aren't innocent. and maybe they never were innocent (which doesn't mean they deserved abuse, but a lot of people subconsciously believe that if you are a bad enough person then your abuse doesn't count or it doesn't matter as much)

one of my favorite characters when I was younger was (and still kinda is) Yuudai from Sakana. for a lot of the comic Yuudai was a genuinely mean person. Sakana is a comedy comic tho, so of course things don't get too dark for too long and people mostly ignored or just scowled at his jabs, but the main character was genuinely scared of him. So if you think about it, you really wouldn't wanna be around Yuudai irl because he was NOT fun or nice haha. long story short Yuudai's got some personal stuff going on, including (spoilers) an emotionally abusive ex who tells him on screen that no one else can stand being around him because he's so mean.

AND THE THING IS,, that's not entirely a lie??? like, it's a lie that no one else could ever love Yuudai, but it's not entirely untrue that Yuudai is kind of mean. which is what makes it effective. it also makes it clear that not all people who are mean are abusive. which i like.

OK THAT WAS A HUGE TANGENT so let me try to actually give some advice.

FOR ME, writing about abuse is akin to writing about, for example, race. in that you really do need to know why it's wrong to be racist in order to make an anti-racism story. You need to go deeper than just "we're all people" and really understand the malicious and insidious history of race science. you need to internalize that race, as it's thought of in modern day america, is NOT REAL. it's completely constructed. there is no genetic difference between people that you can figure out based on the color of their skin and their facial features.

you need to understand that all of that was made up and pushed by a lot of people to justify a lot of things. and you need to understand, at least generally, the state of various races oppression, and the histories there too.

it's like that, to me. which isn't even to say that you need to understand the exact histories, just the general mechanisms, y'know? (unless you're making a story about a specific kind of racism in which case you kind of do need to look into stuff. like, at least listen to activists and the like)

but like, you don't have to study every case of abuse to write about abuse haha. you just have to understand a lot of the contemporary issues abuse victims have. yknow, the reasons people get abused, the reasons people can't LEAVE abusive situations. how abusers get away with it. which is easy enough to do cuz the internet means you can listen to abuse victims by like, category or something. and that's another thing, not every kind of abuse is the same.

for me, I like expressing the feelings of abuse victims. especially parental relationships. including stuff like how much they might love or have loved their abuser. rage, pain, pleasure, adoration, helplessness, denial, the addictiveness of being given a sliver of praise, or the horror of living with a monster who does nothing but hurt you :D! the slow realization that someone who was supposed to love you absolutely does not. or at least, they don't love you in a way that's good.

umm this has all been very meandering and i'm not sure if its been helpful, so here's a very meandering bullet point list of things i try to do (these are NOT requirements for a good story or anything, they're just rules i follow for myself so I don't lose to the plot. you can and absolutely should do things outside of this these are my personal thoughts I'm spewing over here)

at no point should the narrative imply that the abuse was justified or necessary (for example, imagine a narrative where a magical child is abused and that abuse is said to be the reason they can control their magic instead of hurting people. in the broken earth trilogy, multiple characters with magic-earth abilities have their hands broken as children to prove they can control themselves. we're told this is for their benefit, but we later on see a small island that raises their magic babies just fine without hurting them, so the idea that this systemic abuse is necessary is disproven by the narrative. this is cause that's how it is IRL, corporal punishment has never made someone more disciplined or emotionally regulated and that's just a fact)

Focus on the abuser can be extremely minimal to extremely extensive. it really depends on the story you're telling, but how much you focus on the abuser vs the victim can majorly shift the tone & what the story is about so it's important to consider this going in (in Switch by A. S. King, the abusive sister who's fucked up the entire family isn't even named. She's a hole in the narrative. Switch is largely about taking the time to heal from something bad once it's over, so this make sense. in the Broken Earth trilogy, one of the main POV characters is both a victim and perpetrator of some pretty extreme abuse. I'd say that abuse wise, the broken earth trilogy is more about trying to fix things the best you can, moving on, and trying to be better, even if it hurts)

There are a lot of different ways to react to abuse and it will change you (I would recommend looking into different people's experiences, or common ways people react to abuse. a lot of people aren't aware they were abused until it's long over. or, if you're lazy like me, you can mostly just draw from your own experiences hah. but if you're gonna like, for example, write an entire cast of people who've been abused, it can be good to get more variety in there. some people react in ways that are completely incompatible with other people. which can be fun in fiction, cause then it gets messy :D)

What are the other environmental factors? (race, gender, class, sexuality, species, etc. these can all play a fun role in how someone reacts to being abused)

What's the point/Why does this matter/Why am I even making this? (I ask this about all my stories, sometimes it's just "because I want to share it" and sometimes it's like, "because I would want to read it" but it can also be more high concept, like for example, there are a lot of stories out there about the cycle of abuse and how abuse victims can end up reenacting things that happened to them because they've just internalized it as normal behavior.

don't forget to have fun :) (fictional characters are toys and if you're not getting silly with it in a fulfilling way then whats the point. loosen up a bit! it doesn't have to be a PSA!)

I would worry less about being offensive and more about being genuine tbh. really, even if i don't like the way abuse is written about sometimes, it hurts way more to see an author just using Tragic Shit as fodder. abused characters as nothing but place holder NPC's to be saved with no thought put into how they feel about it. that shit sucks.

if anyone else wants to add something more concise or important, or like, ACTUAL writing advice, PLEASE do. I'm only one person and I'm not even that good of a writer. i only write because if i don't then I'll die.

#nnstuff #ask #asks are sweethearts #abuse tw #sa tw

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andreal831 · 2 months

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Where does Lucien rank among your favorite TVDU villains? Personally, outside of the Mikaelsons, he’s my favorite.

It's complicated. Mostly cause I don't really have a rank in my head for villains. I love/hate them for different reasons.

Lucien is a really good villain and I like that they just let him be a villain. Yes, he has a sort of sad backstory, but so does everyone. I hate how people say characters "aren't evil, they're just broken." 99% of villains in media have tragic backstories. It doesn't make what they do ok. And Lucien's story was not more tragic than a lot of what we saw. He was essentially a "lower class" person who got rejected by a girl... and then, yes tortured and killed by the nobility... But who hasn't?

I like that they never really tried to play up his backstory. We see him in flashbacks and can feel a little bad for him, but then Lucien is still just Lucien in present time. He never feels sorry for what he does. He never questions his choices. In his mind, he deserves to do what he is doing and doesn't hesitate. Even when he has bonded with characters, he's still willing to harm them to achieve his end goal. Like I said, I like him as a villain because he is unapologetically a villain.

He came to New Orleans with an elaborate plan to take down the people who he felt wronged him. I really liked the storyline where he was going after wealthy men, but the show kind of dropped it. I love vampire serial killer storylines because they all are serial killers but most of them are just sloppy with it. Lucien was methodical. It makes him even scarier as a villain. He had this hatred towards elites, yet he was one. He complains about how he grew up, yet he spent the vast majority of his life at the top of the food chain.

I will always hate him for what he did to Cami, but it makes him a better villain. He had a fondness for Cami or was at the very least amused by her bravery and spirit. But it didn't matter. His revenge was above everything. So this may put him at the top just for the fact that he was such a good villain all the way through.

I also really love Dahlia, Celeste, and Aurora. Yet, they spend so much time trying to make us understand Dahlia and Aurora that they lose some of their edge. Don't get me wrong, I love that they got their redemption, but it felt like it took away some of their "evil." It was supposed to. We were supposed to root for them and their redemption at the end. So it just makes me not want to list them as my favorite villain.

Celeste, not surprisingly doesn't get this ending (since she is a woc, I am not surprised by how quickly her arc was finished). If Celeste had a main story, she would probably be my favorite villain. She doesn't get enough credit for how she manipulated and launched TO. People love to credit Katherine for sending Katherine to NOLA, but Celeste was the one that manipulated the prophecies and was there at the beginning, destabilizing the factions in order to make the witches desperate to call the Mikaelsons back. She was incredibly powerful and actually had the Mikaelsons running scared because she knew how to emotionally manipulate them.

Speaking of Katherine, I know people love her as a villain, and she is fun. But if we are talking about the top villains, she doesn't rank very high for me. She was too caught up in the teen drama of it all and revolved around Stefan. It was just never a good enough reason to me to like her as a villain. But I don't want to turn this into me just going through each villain and analyzing them, because that's not what you asked for.

All of this to say, Lucien ranks pretty high for favorite villains for me. To me, the TO villains were all a lot scarier than TVD since they all had to be so much more powerful because the main characters were. While I liked TVD, the villains just don't rank as high for me. But I really liked all of the TO villains. I can't think of one that I was bored with actually, I can, Greta, but all of season 5 was a mess so that's not surprising. Even the Hollow, which was a bit of a messy storyline, still had a really neat backstory and was scary.

Season 3 is one of my favorite seasons because the story was so interesting. You can see where the villains are coming from, but they are never redeemed. They are villains and choose to be villains. It also plays on the idea that one mans villain is another man's hero. Like I don't consider Aya a villain at all because she was just fighting for her freedom, whereas some of the other's were motivated by power. I definitely prefer Lucien over Tristan, but Aurora is my favorite of the trio. Yet again, I never felt she was as good of a villain as Lucien because Aurora's actions were more understandable and even justified at times. She did things that weren't, but so did everyone. It really just depends on how you rank your favorite villains.

Sorry for answering this in a stream of consciousness. Let me know if you want any clarifications!

Thanks for the ask!

#lucien castle #tbh everyone in tvdu is a villain #it just depends on the perspective #tvdu #the originals #the vampire diaries #tvd #the mikaelsons #anon ask #fandom asks #tvd anon ask #tvd ask #fandom answers #tvdu metas #metas

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Hello love *running to you with hearts overflowing from arms*. I hope you doing pretty you pretty one and ı wanna thank you 😘

this trope might be a little meh but I'm a simple woman 😈 PROTECTIVE AIZAWA!!! But not like jealousy, like "no matter what happens, no matter what you go through, even if there is no one by your side, I will always be with you."

Cause he had (still has) though times and dark moments too and no one can understand you better than him. I want to forget everything in his arms.

Hi sweetie! *kisses your cheeks* I hope you're doing good baby ❤️ let me tell you that I had a wonderful time working on your request so I hope it can bring you joy and puts a smile on your face because you deserve it! I love you so much 🥰

Title : Make it better

Characters : Aizawa/ Gender neutral reader

Genre : Fluff!! Just some tooth rotting sweetness/ angst/ One shot

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He knows. He has always known and understood your struggles, just the way you have always known and understood his.

_ "You are a part of me, the best part." is what he never fails to remind you of.

However, there are times when you stubbornly try to battle your fears all by yourself, failing each and every time to hide it from him.

And today was one of those days. You were absent minded, barely ate anything the whole day, made numerous mistakes while teaching and overall didn't look like your usual self despite pretending to be alright.

You were able to fool everyone, same as always, but not him. He said nothing when you kept avoiding him the whole day, and settled for subtly watching over you from afar.

It wasn't the time nor the place to discuss personal affairs after all.

However, as soon as you two entered your appartement and closed the door after yourselves..

_ "Y/n, let me see your face honey." he requested carefully, afraid of overwhelming you.

You flinched realizing that he had seen right through your charades, and battled against your expressions to come up with a believable smile.

_ "What is it Shōta? Oh that's right! Before I forget, what do you want for dinner? It's my turn to cook so you can go ahead and take a shower first, I'll have mine after we eat." you just blabbed nonsensical, hoping he would let it go.

He did, he knew you weren't ready to talk yet so he simply approached you with a reassuring smile and pulled you close to his chest, tracing your back and placing the softest kisses along your neck and shoulder. He held you for a while, saying nothing but it was alright, it was all you needed at that moment and you internally thanked him for understanding.

_ "Are you sure you don't need help with dinner?" he whispered nuzzling your hair, "we can always take a shower together afterwards."

You giggled hearing his cheeky proposal, and it was the reassurance he needed, at least for now.

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

You wiped the blurry bathroom mirror and looked at yourself for a moment. You could clearly see the lump in your throat as your shields were slowly crumbling.

You shook your head and opened the door to find Shōta waiting outside for you.

_ "Hey beautiful, I was about to see what took you so long." he tilted his head trying to get a better look at your face, "are you ready for bed?.. Oh.."

Your only response was to jump in his arms and finally break down. You were done pretending to be alright.

_ "Take it easy honey I got you." and he truly did, he truly does.

He took you in his arms and carried you straight to bed, placing you gently before joining you in.

You gave him no chance to settle, you just wanted to touch him, to rest your head on his chest and feel his soothing kisses.

He understood, of course he did, he is the love of your life as you are his, and you have been together long enough for him to realize what you needed even if you didn't say it.

_ "It's gonna be okay sweetheart, trust me." he pulled you impossibly close to himself and dragged his lips along your cheek and down to your quivering jaw, "no matter what happens, no matter what you go through, even if there is no one by your side, I will always be with you."

His warm voice and loving words made you sob louder, you were unable to stop yourself but it was fine, you weren't hurting anymore.

Incredible.. that was all you needed, all you ever wanted, and only he could make you feel better.

He waited until your sobs had stopped and only sniffles remained.

_ "Do you want to talk about it?" he didn't push you, never did, and he would wait for as long as you wish.

But you were finally ready, you wanted to share what was troubling you and so you did..

You kept your face buried deep in his chest as you let it all out, and each time you were overwhelmed with fear or hesitation to carry on, he would gently rub your back and kiss the top of your head while whispering a gentle: "it's okay honey, take your time." and it helped, it gave you strength to share everything with him.

You heaved a sigh of relief as soon as you finished talking. You finally felt lighter, calmer, strangely at peace and the gentle hand cradling the back of your head and stroking your hair soothed you further.

_ "It's fine to have moments of doubt every so often, that's part of being alive, but talking about it helps doesn't it? I know because I feel better everytime I talk to you about my own struggles." he moved his fingers under your chin and tilted your head up, "you are strong, sweet, smart, stubborn, caring, funny, beautiful inside and out." he pecked your nose once before placing the softest kiss on your lips, "I'm always here, always by your side so please don't push me away and don't hide from me. We'll figure it out together like we always do I promise."

_ "We will." and you smiled at last, that smile he's been craving to see the whole day, "I love you Shōta, you always know how to make things better."

He gently pressed his forehead to yours and let out a soft laughter: "you always know how to make things better for me too." his arms pulled you even closer against him as his lips moved to settle on your neck: "I love you more than anything else."

@aizawas-non-right-foot

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finelinevogue · 2 years

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For your new Insta prompt for harry’s house!yn…can it be a collab with Nova? Maybe do one about her Matilda one shot and blurb? Idk I just think it would be so good 🥲

okay i’m nervous cause i don’t want to completely cock up the vision of nov’s matilda fics😫

disclaimer: this is for my harryshouse universe but i’m using @astranva matilda fic as beautiful inspiration;

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y/ninstadiary (12/3/18) today i met someone different. i pushed myself to go on a date. i’m still confused as to his motif behind taking me out, but he was nice. he had kind eyes. and was really pretty actually. i’m writing in the uber on my way home from our date at the museum. it felt weird to be in the presence of someone i actually wanted to be around. not sure whether i’ll go out with him again or whether i deserve it? today felt lucky though. :)

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HSUpdates Harry spotted at a Museum with a group of friends. Sources stated that he was mainly talking to a girl who viewed the entire display with him. (12/3/18)

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harryfan1 I want to go on a museum date with him.. damn

harryfan2 his yellow trousers YAASSS

harryfan3 it’s always so embarrassing when he catches us taking photos

harryfan4 @/harryfan3 his sixth sense 😭

harryfan5 museum? how classy

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y/ninstadiary (1/5/18) he wants to go out with me again? this will be our third date? i’m so confused. i think i’ve forgotten to mention that my date and crush is harry styles. his music has saved me so many times and was the person who inspired me to create my youtube channel. i had my therapy session today also and told them that i feel like a fucking alien. i told them i don’t know what I am feeling. i’m scared and confused. i want to like him but i’m terrified.

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y/ninstadiary (17/8/18) this photo now means a lot to me. this man said he loves me today. harry said it casually that it took me a moment to realise what he’d said. i was so conflicted at first, trying to make sure he knew what he’d said and whether he truly believed it. but he does. he loves me. i took a photo of him today (above) so i could remind myself of how beautiful he looked when he said he loves me. my therapist also suggested adding him onto my personal diary log… so hi harry❤️

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harrystyles I only want to tell you I’m so proud of your heart and your courage and bravery. I love you.🍋

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HSUpdates Harry seen today riding a bike along with the YouTuber Y/N L/N in Italy. (20/3/20)

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harryfan1 OMG SORRY DILF?!?!?!?

harryfan2 🌱IS BACK

y/nfan1 SORRY WHAT?????

harryfan3 @/y/nfan1 i wonder whether they’re dating???

harryfan4 THEY’RE SO CUTE I CANT

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yourinstagram vibes today📚

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y/nfan1 omg y/n are you a matilda movie fan??

yourinstagram @/y/nfan1 most definitely! she’s my favourite character ever! i just watched this movie tonight with someone and i fell in love even more.

harryfan1 matilda loving her books as much as y/n

y/nfan2 matilda is my guilty comfort movie

harryfan2 omg imagine y/n was watching this with harry…

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HSUpdates Harry and Y/N spotted getting cosy outside of a sushi restaurant in London today. (28/11/21).

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harryfan1 their relationship is the cutest fycking thing

harryfan2 i love how we keep getting secret pap photos of them just being completely in love❤️

y/nfan2 we’re officially adopting harry into our y/n fandom

HSUpdates @/y/nfan2 And we’re adopting Y/N into ours!

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y/ninstadiary (1/1/22) h sent me this today and i cried. i still sometimes have a hard time coming to terms with the fact he loves me. he brings me sunshine on my darkest of days. since our relationship has been public i’ve gotten better with getting to know my emotions and learning that it’s okay to feel. h has helped me so much, like he claims i’ve helped him too. he keeps on telling me that he has a song he wants to share with me but am i ready to hear it?

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harrystyles I know you’re ready. I’m here and you can hold my hands the entire time. You have my entire heart Y/N, so it’s going to be okay.🍋

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harrystyles Last night was not only special because I got to perform my third album for the first time, but because of a fan project that was in support of Y/N and the song Matilda. I was unaware this was taking place and was completely taken aback by how beautiful you all looked holding up your signs and your roses. Thank you for giving my Y/N some hope and love. You have now given her sun on the darkest of days, just as you have for me. Eternally grateful for all of you. Love you, H.

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y/nbff we have still yet to recover

harryfan2 thank you harry for writing a song as powerful as matilda🤍

yourinstagram im still sat crying on the floor

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annetwist Welcome home, Y/N💖

jeffazoff ❤️

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yourinstagram i started a family who will always show me love because of you. i love you. and i love every single one of you. i haven’t been able to stop crying. thank you.

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sarahjones You deserve the crown, queen 👑

harryfan1 proud of you y/n💜

y/nfan1 y/n we love you xx

gemmastyles 💛

harrystyles Strongest person I know. I love you.

yourinstagram @/harrystyles 🍋

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daughterofthereaper02 · 2 years

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Okey, in love with you! 😍 When I was reading ’Two folded flags’ I think of something. Sooo🙈

Can I request one that you are Maverick and Iceman daughter, and how they are overprotective of they little baby girl. Any type of scenario, maybe one that she is very shy and sweet (very different from her dads) and how they treat her, maybe she is even a pilot for the uranium mission and you can go on.

Just thank you for everything! ❤️

A/N: I would love to! One thing is I REFUSE to have Iceman die AND he will be healthy, our sweet man deserves to beat cancer and live out the healthy life with Mav. This is in NO WAY disrespecting the character or Val Kilmer and what he is going through. This is simply a work of fiction that allows our characters to all be well. If it didn't affect the story drastically, I would have Goose alive but that would affect everything too much. (Doesn't mean I wouldn't try with a young Mav).

You sat next to Bob, laughing at a barbeque. Your fathers were hosting it and they watched you closely. You were avoiding being too touchy with your boyfriend so your dad's didn't find out about him.

You all just finished the uranium mission and you were injured, you nearly lost your leg and you were healing currently. If you thought your dad's were overprotective before, it was nothing compared to now.

You carefully got up and grabbed your crutches, all eyes on you immediately and you blushed from the attention. You made your way towards the house and Tom got up, "What's the matter pumpkin?" He asked you, worried and glancing down at your leg. "I'm fine dad, just need to get some more pain meds and use the restroom. I'm okay" you told him. He helped you into the house and watched you go.

Your dad's cared deeply about you, while you were a sweetheart and shy, you also had a wild side. You found trouble everywhere you went which caused them to be more protective. You had threatened to never talk to them again when they almost pulled your papers from being a pilot. They quickly learned you were a very good pilot, you rivaled both of them in the skies.

Truth is, you were Mavericks daughter from a previous one night stand before they met. It wasn't until you were a year and a half that he found out about you. Your mother just dropped you off and wanted nothing to do with you after. Tom never blamed Pete and happily took care of you, you became his daughter too.

Pete went inside the house and kept an ear out for you, you were struggling as you couldn't really move your leg right now. You came downstairs and smiled fondly at your other dad. You thought back to the mission.

You struggled to pull yourself out of your F-18, trying to not scream in pain. You dragged your leg on the ground as you did a weird army crawl, you felt extreme pain through your whole leg, you didn't want to look at it. Your dad and Rooster both broke through the trees and found you.

You still can see the look of pure horror on your dads face as he saw you. You tried to get it out of your head but you struggled to. Slowly, you made your way to Maverick. "Still worrying dad? You both worry too much" you laughed, moving to the back door slowly.

As you got outside, you cursed as you lost your balance and went to fall. A pair of arms caught you, looking up you saw your boyfriend looking down at you with worry. He steadied you and lifted you up, "You okay baby?" He whispered, not knowing your dad's ran over and managed to hear him. "Baby?" Tom asked and Robert paled, "I didn't see you there sir!" He told Tom quickly while still keeping you steady. "Lt. Floyd," Pete said calmly, "Are you dating our daughter?" He asked, his tone deadly calm. "Yes sirs. I love her very much, we have been dating for a year and we were about to tell you then the mission happened and she got hurt. I'm sorry sirs, I convinced her to not tell either of you yet. I didn't want her to stress out and set back her healing" he explained.

Their faces softened a little, realizing that Robert had their little girls health as a higher priority then trying to please them. That he was willing to tell them anything because of how much he loved you but didn't want you to stress yourself out and possibly get sick and hurt yourself. "Okay. We'll do a official dinner another night... Just enjoy tonight" Tom said and Pete nodded.

They still watched you two through the night but smiled as they saw how happy you were and how much Robert cared. He brought you over a bowl of ice cream. Before you could say anything, he smiled "Extra whipped cream and extra sprinkles, just the way you like it" he told you. He noticed the little things that others didn't and it warmed your parents hearts. They weren't so worried and didn't feel the need to be overprotective with him.

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I really hope they’ll fix King Jack’s character in the chapters they have left. He’s grown into such a pariah for the fandom and only Plaid King deserves that title. It is dawning on him that he’s been making mistakes in his parenting. He’s been called out for denying his kids their dreams, he feels ashamed that his kids are keeping secrets even from each other and he actually he that wishes to let them go but can’t do it until he fulfills the last wish of his late wife. Not sure what it is yet but hopefully it will be soon.

hmmm i don't really think there's a straight up "fix" for jack; he's sympathetic and flawed. it's true that he did do what he thought was best for his kids, but... well, we're still in the dark on the bad things that leelathae wanted to prevent haha. and even if he does feel bad for what he did... he still did it... and if it takes him like eighteen years to realize that maybe he should be doing more for his kids then Oof. he's still grieving over leelathae and actively trying to fulfill her wishes, so that has probably affected his mindset and mental health, in turn impacting his choices for his kids: the girls are literally not allowed to go outside. this has Massively affected their social skills. The only people around their age they got to talk to were like each other?? maria was eighteen when her father allowed her to go outside, and it was only with a chaperone. she did sneak out before! but jack didn't know that. i'm very curious about jamie's situation too though, like what does he think of all this?? does he understand why their father is so protective??

Basically: maria in that one panel talking to leland all like "i hate so much how you're proving my dad right." which i vibe with so much rn. cause SHIIIT WERE THE PASTEL PRINCESSES FUCKED FROM THE START. did leelathae specify her wishes only for the girls and not jamie?? there's just an amount of stuff we dont know yet,, in conclusion: helicopter parenting is not cute!! and the princesses are in a messed up situation. i dont know what else jack would do either. but he is the parent here and just wants to protect his kids. but was also kind of hurting them. and also left them vulnerable to leland. so everyone is just out to get the pastel princesses. So uh

#cursed princess club #cpc asks #jack #leland #THIS ISNT JACK HATE I THINK HE'S AN INTERESTING CHARACTER!!#ive written fic about him. im vile because i enjoy him a little bit #but yeah jack is an example that you can want the best for your kids and still do something wrong in raising them

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flightlessangelwings · 2 years

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La Estrella de mi Vida- Part 1/3

Javi Gutierrez x fem!reader (nicknamed “Estrella” by Javi, no use of y/n)

Word Count: 6.4k

Warnings: smut (18+ ONLY!), pining, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), reader is the daughter of the doctor to the cartels, canon compliant but takes place pre movie (about 5 years before is what I imagine), minor character death, undetailed illness mention, reader has a good relationship with her father but it’s not explored too much, angsty ending to this part, protective!Javi

Notes: I am SUPER excited to share this minseries with y’all cause I had so much fun writing it and I spent a lot of time and effort with this! I really hope you guys like it so let me know what you think of part 1 so far! This sex scene is proally the most poetic smut I’ve ever written too, but Javi deserves it!! And this miniseries is packed full of easter egg references to the movie for funsies too!

@flightlessangelwings-updates is my update blog to stay up to date on when I post!

“Tell me, doctor,” Mr. Guiterrez sighed in defeat, “How long do I have?”

“Couple of months maybe?” the doctor’s shoulders dropped, “I can try and get you some experimental drugs to give you some more time. And I’ll do what I can to make you more comfortable, but this really isn’t my area of expertise, you know.”

“I am aware. But you are the only doctor I trust. And no one can know about this outside these walls.” Mr. Gutierrez had a solemn look on his face as he was finally confronted with his own mortality.

The doctor nodded, “Of course. I will do my best, señor.”

“You always do.”

The doctor was the most trusted and sought after medical professional in the cartel world. Anyone and everyone went to him, mostly for injuries, because he was the best and he was discrete. He was also your father, and the only family you ever had. While it wasn’t easy to grow up in the world of cartels and gangsters, you still maintained a good relationship with your father, and he did everything in his power to keep you safe in this dangerous world he brought you into.

Javi, on the other hand, was the opposite. He also grew up in the world of the underground, but he never had the father-son relationship others his age did. Perhaps Javi was too kind, too good a man for this type of life, and that wasn’t what his father had in mind for him. If anything, Javi’s cousin Lucas had more of that relationship and the senior Gutierrez took him more under his wing as the two boys got older.

Over time, the relationship with his father deteriorated to the point where Javi wanted nothing to do with him. He bought another house in secret and lived there on his own for some time, all the while planning to get out of the country and start a new life somewhere else. Yet, something held him back: you…

But, just as the doctor promised, the experimental medicine did greatly help the senior Gutierrez with his diagnosis. However, as time went on, he became weaker and weaker until he wasn’t able to leave the safety of the doctor’s walls.

Javi, his only son, was by his side every evening. Once Javi found out about his father’s illness, he chose to come back to him and mend the relationship before he passed. Javi was always a good man with a good heart, and even through a troubled relationship, he still tried his best. Even when there wasn’t much for them to talk about, he was there to support his father and stay with him so he wouldn’t be alone.

It was only one movie that the two were able to bond over, and the first stitch of a mended relationship began from there.

You walked into his room one day and saw the two Guiterrez men relaxed side by side in the small but comfortable room. They both had their eyes glued to the tv, both immersed in the movie they were watching together. It wasn’t until you cleared your throat to announce your presence that they looked over at you.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt,” you said sheepishly, “I just wanted to check on you, Señor Gutierrez. How are you feeling?”

“Ah, the doctor’s daughter!” he exclaimed, “Always a pleasure to see you. You look radiant as ever,” he nodded over to the machines that remained hooked up to him, “The constant beeping is getting on my nerves, but what more can a dying man complain about?”

“Papa!” Javi exclaimed as he stood up, “I am sorry about my father. He can never hold his tongue at all.”

You couldn’t help the chuckle at Javi’s embarrassment, “How long have we all known each other? I’m used to his antics, Javi, it’s fine.”

Being the daughter of the most prominent doctor to gangs and cartels, you had put up with far worse than an off-color comment. Growing up, it was never easy, but your father always made sure you were safe, even in his dangerous line of work. As you got older, you started to help him out more, since his business was completely off the grid to keep his patients completely anonymous, even from each other.

It had gotten him in some trouble at times, but the cartels came to a truce that whatever happened within the walls of his clinic stayed there. Rivals would sometimes be wheeled past each other in the halls, and neither would make a move. And everyone came to an agreement that the doctor, and his daughter, would never be punished or harmed for treating those on the opposite side of their wars.

That was how you had met Javi. It was many years ago and he dragged his injured father into your father’s clinic. You had just started to help out, and you did what you could to clean and bandage the wound under the watchful eye of your father. Javi was enamored with you from the moment you met; you were strong and brave and beautiful and smart. You were perfect.

He could tell you had a good heart, even from what he was sure was hell at times. He had watched with those big, soft brown eyes while you cared for his father, but he kept his feelings closed off and never let you know how much he truly cared for you. It was too dangerous to get close to you.

So, Javi watched you from afar, but he always made sure to talk to you as much as he could whenever his father’s duties brought them both through the clinic doors. In Javi’s mind, there was at least one thing to look forward to at the clinic.

“You’re watching Guarding Tess again?” your light tone brought Javi back to the present, “This is the third time this week you’ve watched this.”

Javi let out a nervous chuckle, “Yeah, it’s our thing I guess.” Luckily, you didn’t seem to notice that Javi was staring at you while his thoughts raced.

“Didn’t you bring over Face Off last week too, Javi?” you asked as you fluffed his father's pillow and helped him get more comfortable.

“I did,” Javi’s face lit up at the mention of the movie, “It’s my favorite movie, though I do not think my father enjoyed it very much.”

“Psh,” Mr. Gutierrez waved his hand dismissively. He looked like he wanted to say more, but the way Javi’s face dropped made him change his mind. Perhaps he too wanted to end his life on a good note with his son after years of having a rocky relationship. “How about you? What’s your favorite movie?”

“Hmmm,” you thought, “That’s a tough question. It’s so hard to pick just one. But I think…” you paused as you mulled it over and Javi couldn’t help but notice how stunning you looked when your eyebrows scrunched together while you were deep in thought, “It’s a tie between Paddington 2 and Agora.”

“Excellent choices!” Jaci exclaimed. The truth was he would have said the same thing no matter what you said, because everything you did and everything you liked was perfect in his eyes.

Your face lit up in a smile as you met Javi’s eyes and he swore that he forgot to breathe for a moment. You had charmed him without any effort on your part, and every time he saw you, Javi was sure you got more and more beautiful. You were kind and smart and funny and easy to talk to when he had no one else. He felt like the two of you had a special connection, even if he buried his true feelings for you. It was strange to say that Javi at times looked forward to going to your father’s clinic because he knew he could see you there.

Little did Javi know that you secretly felt the exact same way about him. Javi had always been so gracious towards you since the day you met all those years ago, and you couldn’t help but picture his face in your mind when you were having a bad day. His soft eyes and warm smile made your heart skip a beat whenever you saw him, and you couldn’t help but think he was the sweetest man you had ever met in your life.

But, you knew what a big risk it would be to pursue anything with Javi since it could look like favoritism to the other cartels. Worst case scenario it could start an all out war, and that was the last thing you wanted. So, just like Javi, you kept your true feelings buried deep down and we’re grateful for the times you could see him.

“Javi, why don’t you bring over one of those movies next time. The lady has good taste,” Mr. Gutierrez’s voice broke though the silence that had fallen over the room.

“Whatever you want,” Javi’s voice was soft as you gave him a sympathetic smile and left the room.

Javi’s father passed away just a week after that.

You hadn’t been to the Gutierrez compound before, but it was magnificent. It sat right on the water, and the setting sun reflected light off the sea so beautifully. The buildings within the compound were old, but they were charming. Guards were posted everywhere, and the walls were built like a fortress, yet it still felt warm and inviting, even in the circumstances. You felt safe there, and you weren’t sure if it was because of the place itself or because of Javi’s presence.

Javi’s father’s funeral was short, but beautiful. Javi gave a eulogy filled with depth and emotions that you couldn’t help but cry at his words. And after the burial, family, friends, and close business associates gathered at the Gutierrez compound for his life celebration. While your father attended the funeral, he always passed on the gatherings afterwards.

“You go on,” your father insisted, “You’ll be my representative,” he said with a light chuckle.

The mood inside the compound was somber and melancholy, yet it felt comforting somehow. As if everyone remembering his life made it feel like he was still there. The senior Gutierrez may have been the founder and head of a major arms cartel, but he was well respected among the other leaders. Some would even say he was a good man, but you would argue that his son was the more honorable of the two.

While you tried to stay close to Javi, too many others vied for his attention as well, so you stepped back for a time and let the others offer their condolences as well. For a time, you ended up in idle conversation with his cousin, Lucas, who you had met several times at your father’s clinic as well. But, as the sun went down and the moon rose, you noticed that Javi had disappeared. So you excused yourself from the conversation and decided to go look for him.

Javi sat in his room, alone, with a glass of alcohol in his hand and a movie on the tv in front of him that he only mildly paid attention to. He had retreated away when the well meaning consolations from everyone became too much and he just needed some time alone. However, there was one person that he wouldn’t mind joining him.

A knock at the door started him so much that he almost dropped his drink. Javi quickly rushed to his feet and set the glass down before it broke it before he called to the closed doorway, “Yes?”

The voice from the other end was exactly who he had hoped it would be.

“Javi?”

A grin lit up his face for the first time in days as he bolted to the door with your name in a whisper. When he pulled it open, you stood next to one of his guards, who looked at him apologetically.

“I’m sorry sir. She insisted on seeing you. Says it’s important.”

“It’s fine, gracias,” Javi shooed the guard away and extended his arm out in an invitation to you, “Come in, querida.”

It was the first time you’d been in Javi’s room, and it made your hands tingle with nerves. And it was only made worse when Javi stood just inches from you, his hand still firmly in yours.

He must have read your mind because Javi suddenly let go of your hand and looked down with embarrassment, “Sorry,” he mumbled as his eyes met yours once more.

“It’s fine,” you whispered as you savored the warmth from his grip before it faded away.

You saw every little detail on Javi’s face, from the way his curls fell on his forehead to the sharp angle of his nose to the slight bloodshot in his eyes that told you he had been crying. He was beautiful, and you couldn’t help the thoughts that popped into your head, even at a time like this.

“It’s getting late, shouldn’t you be heading home? Is something the matter?” Javi asked sincerely as he placed his hand on your arm and guided you towards the small ottoman that sat at the foot of his bed.

“I just wanted to check on you,” your voice was soft as you fiddled with your fingers, “I was worried, I hadn’t seen you in a while.”

Javi’s eyes sparkled as he gave you a sad smile, “You do not need to worry about me, querida,” he replied in just as hushed a tone.

For several moments, neither of you knew what to say next. You found yourself lost in his eyes until your gaze dropped down and you realized that once again his hand still gripped your arm. With a quiet gasp, your eyes shot back up, and Javi’s eyes widened as he realized he still held you as well. You covered your hand over his and made it clear that you didn’t want him to let you go.

And he didn’t want to either.

“Javi…”

“You look so beautiful in the moonlight,” Javi whispered as he brought his other hand up and cupped the side of your face, “More beautiful than the stars reflected off the sea… Mi estrella.”

His words took your breath away, and you felt like your skin was on fire. Part of you screamed to stop, since you were sure Javi was in a fragile emotional state and you didn’t want to make things weird between you. Yet, the other part of you wanted to keep going and see what he would do next. And you had dreamed of being this close to him for years.

“Javi,” you repeated his name, “Is this really a good idea? I mean, your father…”

“I’m alright, mi estrella,” Javi’s voice never faltered, “You of all people know I was never that close with my father,” he paused as he took a deep breath, “In fact, this has made me more sure that I shouldn’t let what is in front of me slip away.”

Every time he called you that nickname it made your heart pound in your chest. Vaguely, you wondered if you were dreaming, or if this was actually happening. Years of denying your feelings and dancing around each other finally came to a head at this moment. It wasn’t the ideal circumstances, but still you were in awe that this was really real.

Javi’s face was only centimeters from yours, and you felt his breath on your lips. But, he did not move. He stayed perfectly still, his lips ghosting over yours, and you realized that he waited for you to make the final call. As badly as he wanted to kiss you, Javi wanted to be certain that you wanted him just as much as he wanted you.

And of course you did.

With a gasp, you closed the small gap between yourselves and kissed him. Immediately, the kiss erupted into more and Javi held you tightly with his large hands as the kiss deepend. Neither of you were sure who parted their lips first, but the moment your tongue met his, it was like an explosion of fire and feelings completely overcame you both. Desperately, you both clawed at each other, as if you couldn’t get close enough to him, and Javi gently guided you over to his bed.

“You are exquisite, mi estrella,” Javi murmured in between kisses as he tugged at your clothes. But something suddenly snapped in him, as if he regained control of his brain once more and he paused, “Are you sure this is what you want? If I am going too far just tell me and I’ll st…”

“Don’t you dare stop, Javi,” you grabbed the collar of his shirt and yanked him in for another heated kiss, “I’ve wanted you for so long,” you whispered as your hands worked on the buttons of his shirt.

Javi couldn’t help the smile as he exhaled heavily with relief and sighed your name, “I have longed for you since the moment we met.”

“Well, now you have me, Javi,” you breathed as you felt him carefully strip you of your clothes while you did the same to him, “Now what are you going to do with me?” you added with a coy smirk.

He didn’t answer you with his words, only with another kiss as he pulled the last piece of your outfit off and spun you around. He launched both of your bodies onto his bed, and both of you grunted as you landed on your back on the soft mattress with Javi’s full weight on top of you. He had barely touched you, and yet just having Javi on top of you already felt like a perfect dream come true.

Javi’s thoughts must have mirrored yours as his eyes wanted across your now fully naked body. His mouth dropped open in awe as he memorized every inch of your figure in the moonlight, “You are… So perfect,” his breath was heavy and ragged as his skin felt warmer and warmer by the second.

“So are you, Javi,” you reached up and cupped his face as you traced your thumb across his cheek. In the moonlight, the shadows danced across his face and his eyes sparkled. The soft shine from the curls that france his face highlighted him perfectly, and the look of pure admiration on his face was something you knew you would never forget. Javi Gutierrez was truly the most beautiful man you had ever seen in your life, and now it was a fantasy come true for you to finally be with him.

“Now kiss me again,” you used the leverage of your face on his head to pull him flush against you.

Javi didn’t need to be told twice, and he surrendered to your touch as you crashed your lips together. He moaned into you as his hands wandered down to your breasts and gave them a soft squeeze. When you let out a gasp, Javi broke away to watch your expression as he kneaded your breasts and ran his fingers across your nipples. He felt himself harden with every moan and gasp you let out, and when he pinched your nipples a little bit harder and you threw your head back, he thought he might just cum then and there.

But Javi kept his composure as best he could, and he rocked his hardening length against your fold as he continued to play with your breasts. He positioned himself so that he hovered over you, and as he watched you lose yourself in the pleasure of his touch, he couldn’t help but attach his lips to your neck and suck hard at the sensitive skin there.

“Javi…” you moaned his name as you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders and rocked your hips against his.

“Mi estrella,” he groaned your name after his new nickname for you.

“Call me that again,” your voice wasn’t commanding, yet Javi felt the immediate need to obey your request.

“Mi estrella,” he repeated with a smile, and it warmed his heart to know you approved of the nickname he chose for you. You were always a shining star in the darkness that was his world, and the way you lit up in the night sky in this moment compared to nothing else. For so long, Javi thought you were out of reach, but to have you now was better than anything he ever could have imagined.

And Javi was sure he never wanted to let you go now.

Javi kissed his way down your body until he reached your breasts. He wrapped his lips around one of your nipples as he cupped your other breast. You let out a wanton moan as you dug your nails into his shoulders while he swirled his tongue around your nipple. You bucked your hips against his chest and Javi groaned into your skin when he felt the wetness from between your legs.

For such a solemn evening, the night became so perfect with you underneath him like this, but Javi still wanted more. He needed more. He needed you. So he continued to kiss his way down your stomach, leaving a trail of saliva and affection along the way. But when he finally reached your pussy, he paused.

“Can I taste you, mi estrella?” Javi’s voice was low and heavy and his curls fell into his face as his chest heaved. He looked as if he would suffocate if he didn’t lick your pussy, but he still held back and waited for your permission.

“Please,” you breathed as you cupped his face.

Wasting no time, Javi suddenly dove in between your legs and gripped your thighs tightly as he covered your cunt with his mouth. The scream you let out when you felt his tongue on your clit went right to his cock, but he ignored it in favor of pleasuring you.

You tasted so good, and the more Javi ran his tongue up and down your folds the more he knew he wouldn’t be able to go back to how things were. He could spend every night, every morning, whenever you wanted buried between your legs.

“Oh shit… Javi… Jav…”

As Javi flicked his tongue on your clit while he kneaded your thighs, you felt completely lost in the bliss. You felt like you floated on the Mediterranean Sea outside instead of his bed. And Javi seemed to know exactly what spots drive you crazy as you felt the tingle of an approaching orgasm before you knew it.

“Javi I’m…”

He groaned into you as he picked up his pace, desperate for you to cum against him. And it only took a few more licks of his tongue for him to get what he wanted. With a low moan and your hands tightly buried in Javi’s hair, you came hard. Your legs trembled in his grip as waves of pleasure crashed through you over and over again until you couldn’t take it anymore.

You yanked Javi off of you, and the two of you panted in silence for several long moments. Javi had a glazed over expression on his face as his chin glistened from the evidence of your climax. But even as his cock throbbed with need, all Javi could think of was you. How beautiful you looked lost in your bliss like that, how much he wanted to please you, take care of you, grow old with you…

But, Javi was knocked out of his thoughts when you bucked your hips against his and let out a low whimper, “Javi… Please… Fuck me… I need you inside me.”

His cock twitched and Javi froze his movements. He took just a moment to admire you underneath him before he spoke, “I am not going to fuck you, mi estrella,” his voice was low with need as he guided his cock to your entrance and pushed just the tip in. Both of you gasped but he held himself back to finish his thought, “I am going to make love to you.”

Before you could retort with something smart, Javi pushed himself into you more, and every thought you had was instantly gone. All the thoughts in your head were only of him, and how good his cock felt as he slowly pushed himself inside you inch by inch.

“Fuck… Javi…”

He groaned through gritted teeth as he murmured your name, “Fuck you feel so good… Ahhh.”

“Shit, Javi,” you clung to him as if your life depended on it, “Don’t stop… Please don’t stop.”

Javi wasted no time and slowly thrust himself in and out of you at a steady pace. Moans and groans from both of you filled the room as Javi filled you over and over again. Mumbled curses in between the sloppy sounds of your wet pussy completed the chorus of your lovemaking.

“Mi estrella,” Javi groaned, “I am not going to last much longer… You feel… Ahh, you’re incredible… You’re…”

“Javi,” you cut him off as you bucked your hips against his and clenched your inner muscles around his cock, “You’re incredible… You’re amazing… You’re… Fuck!”

Javi snaked his hand in between your bodies and rubbed at your clit, and he savored the scream you let out as he interrupted your thoughts. Your cries only got louder and louder the more he fiddled with your clit, and from the way he felt you tightened around him, Javi knew you were close.

“Come on, mi estrella,” Javi cooed, “Cum for me again. Let me see you… Let me feel you…”

Your eyes fluttered open as you gaze into his eyes and for a moment you lost yourself completely. Your entire world became only Javi and his touch; everything else melted away. But, your sudden climax brought you back to Earth and you came hard with a loud scream. As Javi pounded into you and rubbed at your clit, your entire body trembled around him as you clung to him. Between how good he felt fucking you and the emotions of finally being with him, it was almost too much and tears filled your eyes as you rode out your second orgasm of the night.

With a moan of your name, Javi came right after you. The spectacular show you put on for him went straight to his cock, and his heart. You were everything he dreamed of and so much more, and to give you such pleasure was everything to Javi. And the way you felt so warm and tight around his cock only made his feelings for you grow until he couldn’t take it anymore and spilled himself deep inside you.

Once he had no more to give, Javi collapsed on top of you and both of you grunted from the sudden movement. Heavy breaths filled the room as neither of you had the energy to move. You felt Javi’s cock twitch inside you and it made you whine softly.

“Shit, are you ok?” Javi said your name as he pushed himself onto his elbows with a lot of effort and slowly slid out of you.

You let out another whimper as you suddenly felt so empty without Javi inside you, but he was at your side in an instant. His concerned eyes looked into your soul and it took you a moment to find your voice, “Perfect,” you finally replied before you pulled him in for another kiss.

This kiss was softer and slower, but still full of emotions. As Javi moaned into your mouth and allowed you to take his tongue with yours once again, you wrapped your arms around him and pulled him in close to you. When you both needed to break away for air, you guided Javi to rest on your chest. Neither of you spoke, but perhaps no words were needed as you rested together on Javi’s bed, tangled up in each other.

Perhaps because he was exhausted emotionally as well as physically, but it took Javi no time to fall asleep in your arms. His head rested on your chest as the sound of your heartbeat quickly lulled him off to sleep. You, however, stayed awake for some time and just listened to the sounds of his soft snores. You ran your hands through his hair as you cradled his naked body against yours. And in that moment, everything was perfect.

The sun had barely bagan to touch Javi’s skin when the sound of his phone woke him from a peaceful slumber. It had been so long since he had slept that well that Javi felt disoriented for a moment. The melody of his ringtone continued to play as he groaned and slowly blinked his eyes open. He tried to turn over, but a weight held him in place, and suddenly a rush of emotions jolted Javi fully awake.

You were still sound asleep in his bed, your warmth against his body a welcome comfort in the turmoil that was his life lately. Javi let out a deep sigh as he thought back to the night before and how beautiful you looked while lost in your passions. Even now, sound asleep, you looked like an angel from the stars. As he reached out and gently brushed his fingertips along your face, his phone started to ring again.

“Ay si, si I’m coming, I’m coming,” Javi mumbled a string of curses in Spanish as he carefully rolled over as to not wake you, “Si?” he answered his phone and pushed himself to the edge of the bed with his back to you.

“Ay primo there you are!” Lucas said from the other end of the line, “I’m downstairs, we need to talk. Get down here right away.”

Javi sighed as he ran his hand over his face and through his hair, “Lucas, this isn’t a good time. I…”

“Yes yes, I know you had company last night,” he interrupted, “I won’t take long, I promise.”

“Alight. I’ll be right down,” Javi sounded defeated as he hung up the phone and stood up. He stretched before he walked over to his closest, grabbed the first thing he saw and quickly dressed. He ran his hands through his messy curls to tame them, not fully caring about making himself fully presentable.

But, Javi let out a surprised yelp when he turned around and saw you were sitting up with the blankets pulled up to your chest.

“Ay, estrella,” he clutched his chest as he tried to calm his pounding heart, “You scared me. I didn’t hear you wake up.”

You couldn’t help but giggle at his exaggerated reaction, “Sorry Javi,” you covered your mouth and tried to hide your grin, “You seemed deep in thought, I didn’t want to make you lose concentration.”

Javi let out a deep breath as the corners of his lips turned up into a faint smile. Even with the new burdens he now felt after his father’s passing, you still managed to make your way into his heart and give him a moment of brightness in this dark time. He crossed the room and sat down on the bed and cupped your face with his hand, “Mi estrella, you always make me lose concentration,” he murmured, “But you are a more than welcome distraction.”

“I hope I’m more than just a distraction,” you whispered in a nervous tone.

You had always had feelings for Javi, but you kept them buried deep down, that was until last night happened. And now that the dam broke, you weren’t sure what would happen next. From the way he held you and thrust into you last night, you were sure he felt the same way about you, but you also knew that it was dangerous to let your guard down, even around him. Yet, something about Javi made you want to take that risk.

Javi brushed his thumb across your skin and looked at you with the kindest, most warm expression you had ever seen, “Of course you are,” he said your name in a hushed tone that still held all his emotions, “It’s just…”

A knock at Javi’s door interrupted, “Sir?” a guard in front of the other side of the door called, “Your cousin is waiting for you.”

Both you and Javi dropped your gazes down and noticed that while you were talking, you slid your hand into his. Matching sighs escaped both your lips and you trailed your eyes back up Javi’s arm only to find that he was already looking right at you.

“I won’t be long, estrella,” he said, “We can continue this when I get back?”

You only nodded in response, not trusting your voice.

“Good,” Javi gave you a smile, “Wait here, I shouldn’t be long.” He leaned forward, as if he wanted to kiss you goodbye, but he decided against it. Instead, Javi gave your hand a squeeze before he let go and left you alone in his room: something he wished he didn’t have to do.

“Hey, cousin!” Lucas extended his arms out as Javi walked through the door, “I take it you had a good night?”

“It was fine,” Javi said shyly as he sat down at the table across from his cousin, “What was it that you needed to discuss that couldn’t wait?”

“Right to the point today, I see,” Lucas remarked with a grin. After a moment of silence, he continued, “Alright, I’ll get to it then,” he took a sip of coffee and cleared his throat, “Now, your father appointed us both leaders of his cartel before he passed. And business is booming, so we don’t have any time to lose.”

Javi nodded and closed his eyes; he already knew he wasn’t going to like what his cousin had to say.

“You and I both know that between the two of us, I am better suited to actually handle the business. I spent the most time with your father learning everything there is to know…”

“So, you want to take the business yourself?” Javi guessed.

“In a way,” Lucas smirked as he leaned forward, “I am going to run everything from the shadows, and you are going to be the figurehead. It’s a classic misdirection! The world will think it’s you but in fact all the deals will be safe with me. That way the business stays safely handled and no one will ever tear us down. We’ll be unstoppable!”

Javi felt a pit in his stomach. He had hoped that with his father’s death, he could just pass the cartel off to Lucas or another trusted family member and he could leave the business for good. Maybe then he could finally take you out on a proper date with the fear of getting you hurt. He could live the life he wanted to live, with you.

However, that didn’t seem to be in the cards for him.

“But Lucas, I…”

“No, I know what you're going to say,” he interrupted, “If this is about the doctor’s daughter…”

“You leave her out of this,” Javi swiftly stood up as he raised his voice more than he meant to.

Lucas, however, was only amused at the outburst, “You want to protect her, right? Well, this is how you can. I give you my word, we will keep her safe, but only if you do what I say.”

Javi balled his hands into fists as he mulled it over. Deep down, he knew that once his cousin wanted something, he wouldn’t take no for an answer. Javi also knew that having you as leverage was dangerous, but he would do anything to protect you. With a defeated sigh, Javi nodded, “Ok.”

Lucas stood and patted him on the shoulder, “Alright! Now we’re in business.”

Javi hung his head low as he walked through the compound back to his room. Just as he thought his life might change, circumstances got in the way. They always did somehow. Now, he was faced with how to handle things moving forward, and what was the best to keep you safe. He couldn’t bear it if anything happened to you because of him, even though he knew you were a strong person.

“Javi!” your voice broke him out of his thoughts as he entered his room. His eyes landed on your figure, dressed in your clothes from last night and seated at the window with a book from his bookshelf in your hands, “I was starting to worry, you took so long,” you stood and moved over to him, but your demeanor changed when you saw the solemn look in his face, “What’s wrong? What happened?”

This was harder than he thought, and all Javi wanted to do was pull you in his arms and tell you the truth after he saw the look of concern on your face. But, he had to remain strong, for your sake.

“I…” he cleared his throat, “I have business to attend to,” he lied, “Someone will get your car for you.”

“Ok…” you weren’t sure what to make of his sudden cold attitude, “Is everything ok? Is there something I can do?” You were worried; this wasn’t like him at all.

“No,” he replied back a little too quickly and too forcefully, “No,” he repeated in a softer tone, “I umm, I don’t think we should see each other for a while.”

“Oh…”

In just one word, Javi heard the heartbreak in your voice, and it took everything in him not to reach out and comfort you. But, he stayed stoic as he turned away from you.

“I see,” you dropped your gaze down to the floor as you gathered your things, “I guess that answers my question from earlier. I’ll just leave then.” When you reached the doorway and stood next to Javi, you whispered, “Sorry for your loss, Javi.”

The sound of your voice broke Javi’s heart more than you knew, but he had to remind himself he was doing this for you as he heard you walk out the door. He stood in silence for several long minutes as he imagined you getting into your car and driving away, unknowingly taking his heart with you. It wasn’t until he was absolutely sure that he was truly alone that Javi collapsed down to the floor with his head in his hands.

It would be years until the two of you saw each other again.

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Title: Broken Souls (Part 3).

Character(s): Joel Miller, Reader, Ellie, Tommy Summary: Your heart is broken all over again... And it doesn’t help that this time, Joel’s the one that left. Word Count: 1,611 Author's Note: Man, oh man. It surely has been quite a long time since I wrote a story that made me emotional. The timeline for this story is that Joel and Ellie are now heading to the hospital in Salt Lake City. I also had a lot of fun writing Joel’s POV. That man just needs a hug. Enough of my rambling lol, thank you all for reading! It really means so much to me🫶 Warning: Mentions of death, child-loss, panic attack

Joel stood outside the door. He was furious. He was hurt. But damn it, he still loved you. He knew he should have left, shouldn’t have gone after you, but it pained him to see you asking for Tommy when you knew he was here.

Fueled by frustration, Joel entered the room once more. His eyes softened briefly at the sight of you, sitting at the edge of the bed with your head in your hands, quietly sniffling. Though, Joel saw you turn your attention to him once he shut the door and walked closer.

“Joel–”

“No,” he interrupted. “It’s my turn to talk.”

Joel saw you nod.

“You hurt me too,” Joel said. “Do you realize that? You left and it hurt.”

“I–”

Joel shook his head, interrupting you. “You left.” He paced in the room, his arms crossed over his chest as he looked around the room, looked everywhere but at you. He couldn’t stand the sight of seeing you in so much pain and knowing that he was the cause of it.

“My babygirl,” his voice trembled. “My Sarah died in my arms.” After two decades, it was still so painful, still so vivid. Sarah taking her last breath in his arms, his clothes stained with her blood… Joel tried to numb the pain because it was always better than dealing with reality, dealing and living in a world without his Sarah.

“That night haunts my dreams,” Joel continued. “But it ain’t the only one that haunts me.” He finally looked at you, noticing how your eyes were staring straight at him and he wanted nothing more than to just pull you into his arms. You always felt like home to him.

“When I don’t dream of Sarah, I dream of you,” Joel whispered. “And it fuckin’ hurts. All I feel is pain.”

“Joel, I–”

“I know you loved Sarah,” he interrupted again. “I’m not sayin’ you didn’t, but I was her dad. I was supposed to protect her, keep her safe…” Joel felt tears stinging his eyes and his chest tightening at the subject of Sarah, of that specific night. He couldn’t remember the last time he talked about his babygirl this much.

“You did…” Joel heard you say.

“I didn’t!” He yelled, staring at you. “She died!”

Joel saw you reach out for him, felt your soft touch on his forearm and he flinched. He pulled away from you, looking at you with teary eyes filled with so much pain, so much regret. He yearned for your touch, but he knew you deserved more, deserved better…

Better than him.

“I know I hurt you, and I’m sorry,” he began. “But I couldn’t– I can’t be the same man I was before all of this.” Joel took one more look at you, almost as if he was memorizing every inch of you. Then, he turned on his heel, walking back to the door before he heard you speak.

“I don’t think I’m ever gonna stop loving you, Joel. No matter how much it hurts me and–”

Joel took a deep breath, put a hand on the doorknob and interrupted, “Tomorrow, I’m gonna be leavin’ with Ellie.”

“Joel–”

“Have a good life, darlin’.” Joel opened the door and let out a shaky breath. “And be safe.” He glanced over his shoulder and whispered, “Be happy… you deserve it.”

“Don’t go,” Joel heard you whisper. “I don’t wanna say goodbye to you again.”

Joel stiffened when he felt your arms wrap around him from behind. Out of instinct, Joel shut his eyes and leaned back against you. He missed you, missed your touch, missed the feeling of home.

“I’m sorry,” Joel heard you say. “For leaving. For saying the things I said–”

Joel then pulled your arms from his frame. He couldn’t do this, couldn’t fail you, couldn’t hurt you. Again.

“Goodbye, darlin’.”

—

The following morning, Joel was at the stables waiting for Ellie as his mind drifted to you, to Sarah. Memories of before flashed in his mind– how easy you and Sarah developed such a close relationship; how it felt like you were the missing piece to their dysfunctional family; how he felt when he heard you say you loved him for the first time…

Joel hadn’t felt like that in so long and the feelings that came with the brief flashes of memory made him smile. Truthfully, he wondered what life would have been like if the world never ended.

Sarah would be alive.

Joel would have eventually asked you to marry him.

Sarah would be alive.

You and Joel would get married.

Sarah would be alive.

Then, Joel felt his chest tightening as he leaned against the horse. He tried to catch his breath, tried to focus on one thing at a time, but he couldn’t. His breaths quickened, his attention was all over the place. He felt breathless, unable to breathe. Tears clouded his eyes as he tried to focus on his breaths; maybe, maybe that will help him calm down.

When he shut his eyes, Joel felt like he was transported back to the night that Sarah died. He could vividly hear the sound of the gunshot ringing in his ears, hearing Sarah’s cries and pleads for him to help. He could feel the blood that pooled around Sarah’s midsection, sticky, warm, staining his shirt. Then, he could see the look on Sarah’s face as she took her last breath, life draining from her features and the feel of her body going limp in his arms…

It felt all too real. Joel felt like he was going to pass out before he heard his name being called. He opened his eyes, wide and looking around with uncertainty.

“Joel?” Tommy called out, helping his brother sit on a nearby bench. “You okay?”

Joel nodded, still focusing on his breathing. “M’fine.”

“You ain’t.”

“Tommy–”

“Listen,” Tommy said. “You and Ellie– Y’all can just stay here in Jackson and–”

“Can’t,” Joel whispered, finally feeling relief as he felt himself slowly calm down. “I gotta take Ellie to the Fireflies.”

“Joel, we both know you ain’t really believe Marlene. Listen, how about I take–”

“No,” Joel interrupted. “Whether or not I believe Marlene isn’t the point. I have a job to do. I promised Tess.” He cleared his throat; he had lost so many people.

“At least talk to her one last time.”

Joel knew Tommy was referring to you and while he did want to see you one more time, Joel knew that he couldn’t because if he did, he wasn’t sure if he could take another goodbye.

“I already said what I needed to say, Tommy.”

Joel heard Tommy sigh. “Okay, fine. But you come right back here once you’re done in Salt Lake.”

“We’ll see.” Joel pulled Tommy into a hug and let out a quiet sigh before he heard Ellie’s voice call out to him. “Adios, little brother.”

—

“Earth to Joel,” Ellie called out.

It had been almost a month since they left Jackson and still, you hadn’t left Joel’s mind. Everyday since he left, he wondered what you were doing, how you were doing, if you were thinking of him too. It distracted him for the better part of his days and today was no different.

He and Ellie were getting closer to Salt Lake, but still had quite a few ways to go. It was nighttime, so Joel decided to take shelter at a nearby abandoned house after he made sure it was safe.

“Hm, what?” Joel replied.

“Are you thinking about her?”

“About who?”

Joel heard Ellie chuckle. “You know who I’m talking about, Joel.”

“Nah, I don’t.”

Ellie feigned a heavy sigh and heard her say your name. Joel arched a brow, shaking his head. “Go to sleep, Ellie.”

“Oh, come on!” Ellie said. “There’s definitely something going on between you. Tell me about her.”

“Ellie.” Joel said with a warning tone. “We got an early morning, so I suggest you get some sleep.”

“But I’m not tired.”

“Right.”

“You know, she didn’t say much about you when I asked either. Just said you guys have history.”

“She’s right.”

“Okay, and? What else?”

“Ellie, please.”

“Did you love her?” Ellie asked, her voice and expression turning serious.

Joel let out a sigh. He was lying on the couch with an arm draped over his eyes, but all he could see was you. He didn’t respond, hoping that Ellie got the hint that he no longer wanted to talk about it.

“If you loved her, why aren’t you two together?” Ellie continued. “Isn’t love supposed to fix everything? Conquer all or some shit?”

“It’s complicated,” Joel replied.

Ellie grinned. “So you did love her!”

Joel groaned. “Ellie, stop.”

“Do you still love her?”

Joel sighed. Knowing that the young girl wasn’t going to stop anytime soon, he sat up and faced her, watching as she looked at him with big, curious eyes.

“I do,” Joel admitted.

“Okay, so then what’s the problem?”

“It’s complicated, Ellie,” he repeated.

Ellie sighed. “Doesn’t seem complicated. It’s very obvious she still loves you too.”

Joel cleared his throat, looking over at the young girl as she looked to be in deep thought. “Listen, she’s better off without me.”

“How do you know that?”

“I just do,” Joel replied.

“Well,” Ellie said, lying back on the couch she was on. “At least she’d be happier with you.” She looked over at Joel and continued. “Just so you know, Joel, you deserve to be happy too.”

Joel looked away, standing from the couch. “Go to sleep, Ellie. I’ll take first watch.”

“Fine, goodnight, Joel.”

“Night, Ellie.”

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Part 2. - Part 4.

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mx-ryder · 2 months

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Some thoughts on Hazbin Hotel

I literally just watched HH this week, followed by binging Helluva Boss on YouTube right after. And my Dash is full of HH and HB stuff now. And the other day I saw someone posted their thoughts on the show, including one specific take that it falls right back under the typical "Sinners are bad but hey, we can fix them!" sort of trope. (I really don't know if I'll be able to find the post again, if I do, I'll reblog/link it here or something).

And hey, I'm not gonna argue that it doesn't, per se. I just think there's a bit more to it than that.

c.w for general religious trauma talk, SA mentions, drug use/abuse, alcohol use, addiction, gambling, probably other things I'm not thinking of

(Also please don't feel like you have to read this. It's literally just me rambling because I haven't been able to stop thinking about this topic all fucking day, so I wrote it down to get it out of my head. Obviously if you read it and want to comment/continue the discussion, feel free. Just please. Be respectful.)

Now.

All my thoughts on HH are very much colored by my past experiences with religion, US christianity, specifically. More specifically still, the sort of christianity that makes people believe that "home schooling" their kids, isolating and indoctrinating them away from anyone who might make them question it all, is the best course of action. I grew up bouncing from church to church, from home schooling co-op to co-op, all so my bio-mom could find the exact group to echo her own sentiments back at her.

Among the things I grew up believing were great ideas such as:

Sexuality is inherently disgusting, and something you should always be forcing down/avoiding/punishing yourself about. Masturbation, porn, sex before marriage, dressing "immodestly", and any sexuality outside of heterosexual were inherently evil and worthy of punishment. Sometimes that punishment was being assaulted, because really, she should've covered up, right? Girls, sometimes girls as young as 12-13 (if not younger) were villainized for wearing tank-tops and shorts, because they were causing the boys to stumble and immodesty was a moral failing on their part.

Drugs, alcohol, substances in general, are bad and wrong and using them, or heaven forbid becoming addicted, is a moral failing on your part. You are a bad person for consuming a drug, and therefore deserve to fall into addiction, houselessness, starvation, and/or abuse.

Poor people deserve it. Accepting help of any kind is leeching off good, hard-working people. Your worth as a person is directly tied to your ability to be a "productive member of society."

Any mental health issues are your fault, and are either because you don't believe in jesus hard enough, or because you're inherently broken and sinful and therefore unsaveable. There is no room for sympathy or empathy for anyone struggling.

There's a reason these are the same stereotypical archetypes you see in this sort of show. The queer sex-addict. The gambler. The "weirdo" who isn't like other people and enjoys "weird" things, or enjoys things "too much". Even just the party-girl character. Because these aren't just stereotypes. These are actual entire groups of people who are ostracized and vilified just for being who they were born to be, for making choices christians don't like, or for being sick.

And that brings me to Angel Dust. Who, by the way, I wish I could've been given a content warning about, because holy shit Ep 4 and Addict hit me really fucking hard. My friend recommended the show to me without having watched it, so I went in not expecting that sort of storyline to punch me in the gut out of nowhere.

Anyway! Angel Dust! Literally named after a drug. A gay porn star who flirts shamelessly with anyone and everyone, who proudly shows off his best films to his friends, who secretly hates his job, not because of the sex, as we come to find out, but because he's under the thumb of a fucking psycho who treats him like shit and actively physically, sexually, and mentally/emotionally abuses him. He's basically been trafficked, and hates that he doesn't have any say in what happens to him in front of the camera. It's a horrifying position to be in, and one that left me a little shaken up, tbf.

The take I'm mostly writing this based on is that Hazbin Hotel falls into the trite tropes of "rich white girl attempts to fix people who are below her" and specifically mentioned disappointment in how Charlie didn't try to argue that Angel Dust didn't deserve hell based only on his addiction or sexual past, but that she instead claimed that she could "fix him."

And I just . . . think that's a little bit of a black/white take.

For the first part, what would people rather she do? Put all her time, effort, influence, and power into trying her damnedest to help her people, who are being slaughtered by the thousands every year just because Adam is bored? Or sit at home and use all that time, effort, influence, and power to make rubber duckies like her father? She could just ignore everything going on, call it hopeless, give up, and ignore the suffering of her people. Would that be better? Would that satisfy this weird little "she's just a rich white girl with privilege" gripe?

Charlie is a rich girl. A princess. Someone with huge amounts of privilege, power, influence, etc. But you know what? She's also stuck in hell. She was born there, through no fault or choice of her own, and because of who her parents are, she is trapped in literal hell, with no hope of ever, ever ascending to heaven. She does not get a chance at redemption, because she was born to the wrong people. She is a young woman who was born into horrifying circumstances, living in a world that she frequently expresses disgust for (her frequent discomfort with sexuality, her disgust toward the cannibals, her dislike of violence, even necessary self-defense).

And she still loves her people and wants to see the best in them.

She would be completely justified in hating everything about hell, her life, the people around her, her parents, heaven, everything, really. She has every right to hate her entire existence, but she puts all that hatred for the system into her efforts to fucking do something about it. Why is that a bad thing, just because she was born into a position of power and authority??

And now on to Angel Dust.

Charlie never once makes a judgement call about Angel or his habits, his work, or his personality. She expresses discomfort with the sexual nature of his work (tbh wouldn't be surprised if she's a sex-repulsed ace), but she does not think he's a bad person because of his work. Nor does she think that he needs to stop doing his work in order to become a better/good person. When she tries to get him some time off, she's explicitly doing it because she wants him to have time to decompress and participate in activities at the hotel, not because she wants him doing less of his specific kind of work.

She never condemns his partying, either. She has a bar in her hotel! She defends him partying, right to heaven's face, because she knows everyone present has partied, everyone has enjoyed a drink with friends. There is no condemnation of his partying activities, and I don't think she ever makes it seem as though Angel needs fixing.

What I got out of that episode, watching Charlie passionately defending her friend in front of the worst fucking person in the universe, was that people do not need to be fixed, but some love and support can help them make better choices for themselves. Angel still has a good time. He still has his job (contract, y'know, but would probably be in the industry regardless). The only thing different about that particular night of partying is that he's out with people who care about him, and who he cares about.

Even Cherri, though she expresses some joking disappointment that he's spending so much time worrying about Nifty, doesn't actually seem that put out by it. She teases him a little, but leaves him to do his thing. And his thing is making sure his friend, who is less experienced at partying (and who is significantly smaller/more vulnerable than most other people), is safe and okay. His thing is defending his friends from an extremely dangerous person, at massive risk to his own personal safety.

And he didn't do any of this because he'd been "fixed" or because he'd "changed." He did it because, for possibly the first time ever, he has people around him who love and care for him, and who want the best for him. And who he loves and wants the best for in return. He said himself that he stays out of his mind on substances, allows himself to be drugged and assaulted, puts on this persona of care-free-crack-whore-who-only-thinks-about-sex, because he is trying everything in his power to dull the pain he's in. Because he doesn't believe he deserves any better.

And this, this is what Charlie is trying to show Heaven. She is trying to show them that there is nothing morally damning about alcohol consumption, or even drug use, sex work, or anything that makes Angel who he is. She's trying to show them that, with some love, care, and support, with a safe place to call home, with their base physical and emotional needs being met, people don't need to resort to the sort of destructive behavior heaven/Adam is condemning! People can choose to engage in these behaviors safely, consciously, and with people around them who want them to be safe and have a good time.

Then we get on to the idea that this entire episode ends on. Heaven doesn't know how people get there. They don't know what it takes to be "good enough" for heaven. Sera herself admits that Adam was just "the first soul in heaven," all but admitting that he's just there because he defaulted into it. (Though that does make me wonder, what about Abel? He would have died long before Adam, and considering how long Adam lived, and that there were plenty of other people around by the time he would have died, where were all those souls going??).

And Adam is the fucking worst! He is literally the worst, most selfish, violent, vulgar soul in the entire show, but he is allowed in heaven, for reasons no one even understands.

You know what the difference is between Adam and Angel?

Adam can't be fixed.

His behaviors are all destructive, not to himself, but to others. He insults, abuses, hurts, and kills with abandon. He made this weird, shitty deal with Hell and Lucifer because he wanted to murder innocent souls, because he was bored, and the rest of heaven doesn't even know about it. He has free reign to be an absolute piece of shit to everyone around him, damaging people left and right, and he will never face any sort of justice for it, because hey, he's already in heaven!

But Angel? Angel's behavior is all self-destructive. Again. He gets fucked up to dull his immense pain. He allows himself to be drugged and assaulted because he believes he deserves it. Because he's been told, for who knows how many thousands of years, that he's a whore anyway, so why shouldn't he be free to use for anyone who wants to take him? He has been beaten down, physically, emotionally, sexually, until he's a shell of a person who is struggling to find any reason to continue his shitty existence.

And he hurts only himself.

I mean, okay, he does piss off Husk sometimes, crosses boundaries/etc. But he and Husk pretty clearly fix that between themselves. There's no lasting damage there, and idk if anyone else noticed, but he stops that behavior pretty much entirely after that ep.

Angel is hurting. He is hollow, and hopeless, and trapped. And he does not need to be fixed, nor does Charlie ever attempt to do so.

All she does is reach out a hand, and say, "Hey, I see that you're struggling. This place is fucked up, isn't it? Maybe I can help."

Charlie is a flawed person. She takes her privilege for granted. She feels the immense weight of her choices, and the pressure of having taken responsibility for a people who may never want her help. She messes up, because somehow, she's endlessly cheerful and optimistic, despite her upbringing and the world she grew up in.

Charlie is flawed. But she's trying her fucking best. She isn't trying to fix. She's trying to help.

We all need some help, every now and then, don't we?

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put-me-out-of-my-destiny · 10 days

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Proposing V for the ask game, if you're still doing it?

My favorite thing about V:

On a narrative level, he represents the best quality of DMC5, it's fleshing out of Vergil. I love that deep down, underneath the fear-driven quest for power, Vergil is a soft goth boy who loves a particular poet so much he makes it his whole personality. Plus, I love the interpretation that he looks so young because Vergil lost so much of his life to being Nelo Angelo.

On a gameplay level, I love how you can make V constantly taunt while making his minions fight.

My least favorite thing about V:

On a narrative level, as much as I love his voice and design, it would have been so cool if he was a woman instead. Besides the Implications, it would be a neat way of nodding to his human mother. Also, I've been told that the literary character that Urizen is named after is a part of a dyad, the other half of which is a female deity. And DMC5 sorely fumbles it's female representation anyway, having a playable female character might have won it some points (though realistically, there's a good chance they would have fucked up her design, and the hate toward her playstyle would be so much more vitriolic).

Speaking of playstyle, on a gameplay level, I do enjoy playing as V, but the moveset definitely needs more development. I don't like that V's evasive actions require his familiars because you have to interrupt their combat (and even Griffon's attack charging) in order to use them, even though the whole point of V seems to be multitasking. Plus, the hidden range limit for the minions can really screw you, especially considering that Shadow's attacks can easily take it outside of that limit, causing it to teleport back to V's side and interrupt your attack strings. And what's sad is that due to unpopularity, there's a real chance that we won't get to see a new iteration of this playstyle.

(There's even a series in my pinned post all about a certain character ending up in this position, just saying).

My favorite line by V:

It's hard to say, since he has one of the best if not the best vocal performances in the game. I do like that he says "it's my turn to play with the Devil Sword" at one point.

My "brOTP" for V:

I love his friendship with Griffon. It's a shame it got no closure whatsoever because the writers decided they wanted to magically wipe away Vergil's trauma via DMC1 callback boss fight.

My "OTP" for V:

I don't generally like ships for Vergil, but one that I would entertain is one with Lucia. I see the humor in her meeting a man who's just as handsome as Dante but with none of the charm, and realizing she's actually fine with that. Plus, Vergil is far more comfortable with his demon side than his human side, and I think that would extend to Lucia. He would think her devil form is the most beautiful thing he's ever seen, and he'd be right. Lucia deserves a handsome loser boyfriend who loves the demon in her so much that she learns to love it too, especially since he also comes with a giant stoic tree man with sharp teeth and tentacles, and of course our favorite poetry-lover.

My "nOTP" for V:

Nero x V is sadly popular, even though they're literally father and son. And even when talking about just V, not Urizen or Vergil as a whole, I don't care for shipping him with Lady. She doesn't even fucking like him, nor should she.

A random headcanon about V:

I think his cane is tied to Rebellion in some way. Perhaps it simply contains some of the same materials, which is why it's good at conducting demonic power, and why it allowed him to reunite with Urizen.

An unpopular opinion about V:

While I am firmly in the "V and Vergil are the same character and that isn't a bad thing" camp, I am sympathetic to the wish that V was his own character. I cannot fault someone for loving V but not finding Vergil interesting, and I don't think it's worth getting mad at them over.

A song I associate with V:

Besides Crimson Cloud? There's a "combo mad" sort of video from time to time titled Void Violin, it features some good music.

My favorite picture of V:

That gif of him tripping and dropping his free taco.

#thanks for the ask!#devil may cry #ask game #vergil dmc #v dmc #quen speaking

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on a Serious note: I am very worried the conclusion to this arc will be the boy killing adult kevin, implying that certain people are too broken to be fixed. I feel like if the conclusion of this arc ends with current kevin being dead it'll undermine literally all of his baggage into "just some crazy guy" instead of. a guy with disorders the dsm hasn't even seen yet who deserves to heal from his past

on a more speculative note: it's mentioned talk therapy is illegal in desert bluffs too. the first idea they have for the boy is to take him to a child therapist, which is talk therapy. just thought that was interesting

Well,I had a whole answer written up, and then I looked at a transcript and it was gone. God bless Tumblr. I'm going to paraphrase.

I don't think they would do that. For one, this is a child talking about murdering his future self. He talks about how he is going to do it in explicit detail. While Night Vale has segments that are gorey and occasionally sad, even including the deaths of characters, I think this would be too big a leap. This is a more serious topic- for example, the episode we get where Old Woman Josie has died, and we spend it learning about her and her life. While she wasn't a big recurring character, it was clear that she meant a lot to Cecil and the town. There was so much about her we never got to learn.

Kevin. Kevin is a huge character. While not recurring often after his "defeat", we still hear from him from time to time. However, he's such a big character because of who he is. He's Cecil's double. While we really don't know much about Cecil (so much of what we have is just speculation from the vague hints left in occasional episodes), we know even less about Kevin.

Kevin... We really have no idea what he's up to. He wanted to take over Night Vale with Strex, but they lost. After Kevin got trapped in the Desert Otherworld, we could have easily never heard from him again. We've barely heard anything about Lubelle post-mortem, except that she's probably still under the cow.

You could argue that we didn't know much about Janet Lubelle. However, we did know her motives. We knew what she wanted to do. She wanted to explain Night Vale, plain and simple.

Now? Kevin has a life separate from StrexCorp and even the Smiling God. Lubelle never had a clear life separate from the University of What It Is. Kevin has a partner, a stepson. A kind-of-friend in Lauren. An old companionship with Carlos. Kevin is a character that has been developed outside of his main focuses, and I think that's important to remember. Night Vale interns die because, well, they're interns. Not much we learn about them. The ones we did learn about? Still alive. Dana Cardinal- former mayor, now therapist. Maureen- owns dark owl records with Michelle. Even Kareem had something to distinguish himself- a double, and a family that didn't remember him. All of them are still living.

One of, if not the only character that's been developed to have a personal life and still died, is Old Woman Josie. Dead from a hip infection. And we got a whole episode (several if you count the ones mentioning her worsening condition) about her passing. She was a very important character, especially to Cecil. Based on those odds, and the extreme difference in death cause (natural hip infection vs murdered by your past/future child self), along with the whole topic being extremely heavy for the podcast, I don't think they're going to have Kevin be killed by himself. Kevin's a very developed character that we still know very little about, and we're only just learning more now. Along with that, Josie had a daughter, but they had a complicated relationship. During one of the last few times we heard from Kevin, he got a partner and a stepson. While it is odd that we didn't get a mention of them in the past Adult!Kevin episode, I think it can be easily explained by the focus being on a specific holiday and Lauren suddenly showing up and surprising him/the whole "smiling god doesn't actually love you" thing. The difference in time between the desert otherworld and night vale hasn't been explained fully yet. Who knows if it's still ten times faster? Who knows if the active portal is messing with the time? I think there's a very high chance that Charles and Donovan are still alive, and likely similar ages from when we last heard from them. I doubt finknor would give him a young child to care for and then instantly age him up without letting us see how that's affected Kevin.

If Charles and Donovan are still alive, then would Brinknor really kill a man in front of his child and partner? After the healing he clearly went through to get to that point? I don't think they've forgotten about Charles and Donovan.

Not only would it not make sense for his character, it would also be a very dark turn for the podcast. While Night Vale has had it's dark moments (Go To The Mirror), I think there's a huge step to make between cosmic horror and a child murdering his future self (who we've recently been purposely reminded exists! Who's recently been given more dialogue to a name!). Even if you see the "killing his future self" part as an average night vale plot, this is still a child. A child who we've grown to know both versions of. A child who, a few weeks ago in Night Vale time, was pretending to be an airplane in a park. While The Boy has gotten more serious and seemingly more unstable over the weeks, he's still a child. Cecil offers him goldfish crackers and a root beer.

The way the episode ends, especially with the addition of Carlos trying to help The Boy with symbolism, it feels very much like The Boy saying that he needs to murder his future self, and describing it in detail, is something that is not going to be tolerated by the other characters. Brinknor wouldn't suddenly switch up Carlos's personality and have him help Kevin continue the cycle of violence that he's clearly very traumatized from.

All in all, I totally understand your concerns, but I don't think it's something you have to be worried about. Even if it's his future self, a child commiting murder and that being deemed okay is a huge step for a podcast where the main character refused to work for several days because he didn't know trees grew from seeds. I think a likely ending is going to be about Kevin breaking the cycle of violence, trauma, and abuse. Whether The Boy goes back to wherever he came from, whether he gets to grow up in Night Vale and start again, whether Adult!Kevin helps him through his struggle, I think there's going to be a happy ending for The Boy that doesn't involve murder.

#i hope this helps you feel better!#couldn't rewrite all of what i had but. i think i got what i was trying to say #anon ily and if you want to talk about this anymore feel free to dm me #kevin wtnv #wtnv spoilers #welcome to night vale spoilers

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unluckilyimnot · 2 years

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love letter

they receive a love letter in some way

characters: Mitsuya, Chifuyu, Ran, Rindou, Izana, Sanzu

note: Hi! it’s not been so long but I still kinda feel bad haha sorry. I just suck at living lately. it doesn’t sound so good but yeah

Mitsuya

this boy is perfect, it’s sure he already received some but still flustered every time it happens.

no matter if it’s given face to face or in his bag/locker, he’ll love it sm and keep them - even more if it’s unsigned even tho he would have known who this is

i can see him having a secret admirer and in this case he Wants to know !

he won’t force or search people if it’s just one but when he recognize handwriting he’ll want to know

he’ll probably fall for the person just with that and we’re almost sure that this man doesn’t care about appearance so yeah, np with him

if he ever find out who this, it’ll be weird at first to put a face and a voice on the person behind those letters

but he’ll face them one day anyway to ask them out

Chifuyu

he’s been dreaming about it okay, no matter how he receive it

this boy trained and waited all his whole life for this

on d-day he will obviously failed at keeping his calm and act cool but he really tried

he’s a blushing mess no matter if they give him face to face or if he finds it - but if he finds it he’ll freak out and just llslsls yk ?

if it’s an anonymous letter, he WILL try to find them and he for sure work it out (i believe in him)

when he does, he’ll see what he’ll do base on how they appeared to him and with some times

Ran

use to it pt.2, it probably happened a lot in high school

if he got a love letter one day, and he knows who it’s from, he’ll tease tf out of them

if think he can get mean and talk shit about people if he doesn’t find them attractive or special

he can start to play with them then just ghost them and never give an explanation

but, if he actually take a real interest in someone, i think i would be rather kind with them

like, asks about their schedules, their passions, things they like in general

the tease would still be there but less intense bc he’s a caring guy when he actually appreciate people

in general, he’ll became sweeter and really attentive too

Rindou

use to it pt.3, high school thing too

he probably prefers when people do it face to face, cause it prove they have guts - even tho it probably bother him

but on the other hand, he also kinda appreciate when it’s indirect but signed

i’m sure he would hates it if people don’t because it seems like a weak behavior

it boost his ego tho, he surely loves it a lot

he’s use to straight up stop people, or tease a bit, because he doesn’t know them yk

if he has some time to observe them and all, maybe he’ll considerate if he want to talk more with them or not

Izana

would be surprised pt.1

he’s feral and has no boundaries, i don’t think anyone ever dared do that - on the outside he’s scary af

so if someone he doesn’t really know gives this to him one day, he’ll be surprised but in a good way (?)

idk if he’ll let them come into his life tho, even if he can be interested

he has big issues, and i’m not sure he’ll let people know him easily - or at all

maybe if they try to go slow and step by step according to his pace, after some time he’ll let them

i don’t think he’s reluctant to casual social interaction in general and he can kinda play to see how they are and can be

if he think they ever deserve his time, he’ll take some more time to know what they can give him and let them in

Sanzu

would be surprised pt.2

when he was younger i think people were intimidated by him so it probably never really happened to him and now he’s just dangerous as hell- anyway

with all of that i think he’ll be surprised if someone give him a love letter one day but in a good way and maybe he won’t be mean or snobby about it

like wow someone has an interest in him even if he’s that reckless ? maybe it’ll pick his curiosity too

not that he would show interest but that doesn’t mean he pass it away easily

even with his whole image, i’m sure he likes pretty things and a pretty handwriting would probably make him read it multiple times, just to process every word

he’s not the type to search to know who this is tho if it’s anonymous, but if it’s signed, same as others, he’ll take time to know what to do before

but would probably fall just because they pick an interest in him - as long as they’re not annoying too

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers imagine #tokyorev x reader #tokyo revengers hc #mitsuya x reader #mitsuya imagines #chifuyu x reader #chifuyu imagines #haitani ran imagines #ran x reader #ran imagines #rindou x reader #rindou imagines #izana x reader #izana imagines #sanzu imagines #sanzu x reader

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house-of-mirrors · 2 months

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@vonlipvig answering on this blog!

4. How easy is it to earn their trust?

Answered here for Orsinio but I'll talk about Samuel! He trusts everyone until he doesn't, and he mistrusts everyone until he does. "Well yes, but actually no." You understand. No one is barred entry from his bar, but if you cause problems, you get physically removed, no strong feelings, simple as that.

15. How do they speak? Is what they say usually thought of on the spot, or do they rehearse it in their mind first?

Orsinio is talkative and impulsive, inclined to speak without thinking first. He can come up with words quickly on the fly, exhibiting a cleverness in arguments and verbal fights. If he has a more serious emotional thing to talk about, he plans out a scripted response but rarely actually winds up using it before breaking to a more spur of the moment thing. When he's stressed, it's common for him to lose speech, so sometimes he does not talk at all. A quiet O means there has been devastation.

Similarly, a Samuel who is talking means there has been even more devastation. Normally, Samuel tries to say as little as possible, unless he's telling a story, and he never phrases anything as a question.

20. If they were asked to explain the difference between romantic and platonic or familial love, how would they do so?

I, the author, struggle to explain the difference

Well, almost none of my ocs experience romantic love! Lucretia is the only one that does and is still demiromantic. Aro spectrum for the win.

40. How sensitive are they to their own flaws?

Orsinio is almost always introspecting. He's gotten better with time but still will dwell on mistakes or times he could have done or said or felt something better. He can have a black and white approach to morality at times. Obsesses over things and knows when he's in too deep but can't stop. Considers mental health issues to be a flaw because of the time period and blames it on "a weak constitution." Has a hard time letting people help. Orsinio is very hard on himself. Flaws he forgives in others are not forgiven in himself. He's really trying to get better though, especially since not studying the discordance and getting a handle on the grief process after nemesis. The Neath doesn't have therapy but does have cosmic horror vibe checks.

D. Have they always had the same physical appearance, or have you had to edit how they look?

When I first started playing, Orsinio used to have brown hair. He wore goggles everywhere and then his design got spectacles for outside the lab. I imagined him in adventurous gear, like belts and pouches and things, before switching to the more elegant outfits of the late 19th century, though he's always had a cloak. It was part of his character arc when he got a cane, when he got white streaks in his hair, and when he started to dress in heavier layers. In the future, he'll get a beard, and as he recovers from trauma will gain some weight. I've been seriously struggling with health since I started playing in 2020 so there's a bit of projection there but yeah. He deserves healing. Dilf Orsinio is endgame.

Everyone else has pretty much stayed the same! Orsinio was my first when I didn't know a lot about the game or how I wanted to roleplay, so he went through the most changes.

E. Are they someone you would get along with? Would they get along with you?

We would be able to relate on disabilities and love for literature and music, but I'm not sure we would be able to get on more than that. Orsinio would annoy me with his lack of self awareness and reluctance to get help. I have self preservation instincts. We can both be stubborn and inflexible in thinking at times. If we were just meeting for an afternoon in a coffee shop, sure we'd get along. A passionate discussion about Shakespeare and astrophysics, and then I tell him about the marvels of the MRI.

Miles is a no, absolutely not. Ignoring all the robber baron things and dark magic, they have a social media influencer personality. They would dislike me for shopping at thrift stores and I'd make them wash one dish and they'd cry.

Samuel yes, totally. I sit at the bar and talk for an hour while he nods and provides interesting drink recipes. Great time.

Captain Min, sure, I'll be a space adventure story side character and can be very useful doing ledgers and maps

Lucretia is one I'm not sure how to answer. We're both pretty reserved. I think I could have a friendship with her like I have with some of my friends from grad school who are >25 years older than me. Pleasant and encouraging on both sides with a strong awareness of me being young for her to be my parent slakdsfdls

#thanks for the ask #oc: orsinio #oc: samuel #<3 #oc: miles #oc: lucretia #oc: the captain #new oc tags

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