#if this was ACTUALLY written properly then it would have the vows and all that shit but...

[fratboykate]

Man, can you imagine the adorable horror-show/perfection of the whole wedding? Because OBVIOUSLY 90% of it is going to be perfect, but 10% is going to be all of Kate’s old FB buds there to celebrate AND relive the glory days. Never mind whatever happened with Kate’s family (who are homophobes and don’t want to be seen at a lesbian wedding BUT ALSO don’t want to be publicly SEEN as being that homophobic). I have my fingers crossed that Melina punches Derek out.

"Go over it with me again..."

Yelena rests her shoulder against the bathroom door while she brushes her teeth.

"Babe, I got it. We don't need to go over it again."

"Yeah, I heard that before you guys went away for...what do you guys call Tyler again?"

"Master Blaster..."

"Right. That should've been my first warning sign..." Yelena turns around to spit and rinse her mouth. "...that you shouldn't have gone to that Bachelor weekend." Yelena dries her face, shuts the light off, crawls into bed, straddles Kate, and wraps her arms around her neck. "Humor me and go over it with me again."

"No more than thirty-six beers in twenty-four hours. Need to remember that I can't do gin anymore or I end up throwing up on power hose mode like I'm reenacting that scene from The Exorcist."

Yelena grimaces at the mental picture and speaks sarcastically as Kate continues to list things.

"Definitely marrying you for your way with words."

"No hard drugs. What else...OH! Go to the bank and make sure I have enough cash so we can tip the strippers well."

"Fairly certain I didn't say the last one." Kate cracks a smile. "But I'm glad you're thinking about properly compensating the hardworking entertainment you guys are procuring. I'm not going to pretend I didn't know that was going to happen. I know your friends. Just please be respectful...of them and me. That's the only thing I'm asking for on that front."

"Hey. I don't know what they're planning and...yeah, I'm sure it includes...entertainment...but if you say the word, I'll call them right now and cancel the whole thing. That's not what this weekend is about."

"No. I'm not going to get branded as the lame wife before the ring is even on my finger. Besides, you get one last free and sanctioned night of seeing other naked women in your life. After that, it's just me until you die, so...enjoy it. Respectfully. Now, you weren't done with the list. Keep going."

"I don't remember what I said anymore."

"Beer cap, no gin, no hard drugs...and.........you're missing a few things but absolutely the biggest one..."

Kate begrudgingly parrots back Yelena's talking point.

"...and definitely definitely DEFINITELY nothing that will lead to any facial injuries and/or broken bones that might ruin the wedding pictures."

"No injuries. At all. Please, Kate. The fact that you've come back from TWO different pre-wedding weekends all banged up and they weren't even yours is the reason we're even having this conversation. Please don't make me wrap you up before you leave tomorrow. The stitches call last time was bad enough."

"I will be on my best behavior." Yelena arches her right eyebrow. "Okay, I won't, but I will at least promise you I won't come back all sorts of fucked up..."

"I'm holding you to that."

---

It was a surprise to no one with a shred of common sense when Kate walked into her apartment with puppy dog eyes and her left arm hidden behind her back.

It took Yelena TWO seconds flat to clock it. And she was like "JFKEJFKEMFOEKFJWNF KATHERINE ELIZABETH BISHOP THE FUCKETY FUCKING FUCK DID YOU DO SHOW MEEEEEEEEEEE!!!"

Kate sprained her wrist and broke her pinky and ring finger on her left hand...THE HAND WHERE YELENA NEEDS TO PUT A RING ON AT THE WEDDING.

Kate’s hand is currently on nothing more than a sling and splint, but that’s solely because she insisted no more extensive intervention happen. Doctors wanted to put her arm in a cast given the seriousness of the sprain plus the two broken fingers, but, even as drunk as she was, Kate resisted the mere suggestion. She was like "LISTEN...you don't understand...if I walk into my house with a cast, my fiancée will HANG me, and whatever further damage you're trying to prevent here will be pointless anyway. NO CAST."

---

Yelena doesn't talk to Kate for three days. Nothing. COLD. Mind you, these are three days LEADING UP TO THE WEDDING. It's absolute bedlam around them and Kate gets jack shit. Only the silent treatment. She'll get like twenty texts a day from Alexei that go along the lines of: "Yelena is asking me to ask you..." or "Yelena says you have to be...". Worth noting........KATE CAN'T EVEN TEXT PROPERLY WITH HER JACKED HAND lol. It's all a clusterfuck.

---

Yelena doesn't talk to Kate until she walks into the apartment and finds poor, one-handed Kate struggling to open a jar in the kitchen. Yelena stomps over, opens the jar for her fiancée, then shoves it back into Kate's good hand.

"The week before the wedding. Seriously, Kate."

"I'm sor..."

"I don't want to hear it. I asked you for one thing, Kate. One thing." Yelena turns and leaves. She then stops and turns when she remembers. "By the way, your dad's office called. He and his girlfriend RSVP'd for the wedding today. I'm sure he told your sister, and your sister told your mom because then your mom called me, and they're all coming too. Glad I decided to save those seats, I guess. They're going to show up and see your lovely handy work there. Good job, Bishop. Can't wait to hear you explain that one and see how your father manages to twist it into you being a failure because you're marrying me and I happen to have a vagina. Very much looking forward to being your family's punching bag at my own wedding."

Yelena storms off. Kate hears the bedroom door slam shut, then hangs her head and mumbles.

"Shit."

---

For the next forty-six minutes, Kate stands in that exact spot. During most of that time, she listens to Yelena answer phone calls from the wedding planner, vendors, Melina, or her friends. All about the wedding.

Kate hears Yelena end a particularly frustrating call with the planner about an issue with one of the rental houses. She decides to head to the bedroom where Yelena is currently holed up behind closed doors.

Kate opens the door and Yelena glares at her. They know each other well enough that Yelena can read Kate's face by now. She knows Kate walked in intending to talk, but with the afternoon she's having, Yelena is all talked out. Yelena wants no more Big Conversations today. She doesn't want anyone talking to her at all, actually. Her plans are to crack a bottle of wine open, draw a bath, and go to bed. Nothing else.

"It's not going to go well, so leave."

"No."

"Katherine...you've never been good at listening to what I'm trying to tell you, but right now, I'm halfway to canceling this entire fucking wedding, so leave me alone tonight. Do what I'm asking you one time for a change."

Yelena turns her back to Kate and makes for the bathroom to start filling the tub.

"I'm going to ask my parents not to come."

Yelena comes to a grinding halt and whips her head towards Kate.

"What...?!"

"They're not coming."

"Are you out of your mind? Did you also bang your head when you were fucking up your hand?"

"The wedding is about you and us, not them. I'm not having them show up and ruin it."

"Leave. Please leave the room."

"I'm calling them and telling them not to come."

Kate turns and starts to leave.

"If you do that, the wedding is off."

Kate turns on her heels immediately and stares at Yelena.

"The fuck? Why would you say that?"

"Your family calls to RSVP to the wedding and a few hours later, you call them to uninvite them? Who do you think they're going to blame for that, Kate? Me. They're going to blame me. We sent them invitations, they RSVP'd, they're coming."

"We sent them invitations because I didn't know you felt like this."

"FELT LIKE WHAT?!"

"Like they hate you."

"Did you need the Times to print an Op-Ed about it? Your dad looks at me like he wishes I'd fall into a vat of acid and disappear. They think I ruined your life. I don't 'feel' like anything. That's merely a fact, Kate."

"You didn't ruin my life. You're the best, sexiest, smartest, occasionally funniest thing - but only sometimes...everyone knows I'm the funny one of the two. You're my highlight, and if they can't see that, then they don't need to be there. Seriously, who gets this lucky?! You're smart as hell AND have the looks of a trophy wife??? I hit the Babe Jackpot!”

Yelena is angry enough that she WANTS to keep arguing, but it's kind of hard to find a way to argue with...that.

"It's impressive how you always get SO CLOSE to saying the sweetest, most perfect things and then right at the last second careen right off the road into 'absolutely not' land."

"I think it's probably some faulty DNA strand or something. You should check it out. Make sure I don't pass it down to the kids."

"I should probably get on that. I can't handle more than one of you. It'd send me to an early grave. Or even earlier, I should say. You've shaved years off my life already." They hover in place. "They're coming...your family. They're coming. There's too much shit going on as it is. I can't deal with the drama you calling them would cause. We invited them, they agreed, we deal with it."

"We don't have to. It's OUR wedding."

"Exactly. I want to enjoy it, and if there's chaos and noise happening with them in the background, I won't be able to. I'd rather have them there drinking and eating than angry and causing problems elsewhere."

"But..."

"Can you do as I say? ONE TIME?" Kate nods. "Thank you."

Yelena moves towards the bathroom again. She hasn't forgotten her main task of the night: a bath. She runs the water and starts to fill the tub. She walks out of the bathroom, already removing her sweater. She steps into the walk-in closet with the intention of looking for a set of comfortable pajamas but backtracks and hovers under the doorway in just her bra and skin-tight skirt.

"How's your hand?"

Kate smiles faintly and holds her sling up.

"This thing? Never better. Good as new."

"I'm being serious, Kate."

"Hurts."

"Have you been taking your meds on schedule?" The pause is too long and Yelena can deduce the answer. "Oh, for fuck's sake, Kate. No wonder it hurts. How often are you supposed to be taking your pills?"

"I don't know. A few times a day, I think?"

Yelena sighs.

"Where's the bottle? I should've known......" Kate grabs the two prescriptions she got from the dresser and extends them. Yelena reads the labels. "You need to be taking one of these every four hours and two of these every eight hours. I have seen you take them zero times. Go. Take them right now." Kate doesn't move and mumbles something that Yelena can't understand instead. "What??? Katherine, stop being a baby and go take your meds."

Kate sighs.

"I can't open the bottles with one hand. They're twist caps and you've been mad at me..."

"You haven't taken them because............." Yelena grabs the bottles, twists the caps off and tips the pills out onto the dresser. "Sometimes I think God doesn't exist but then I remember that it has to be some sort of divine intervention that I haven't strangled you yet and the thought leaves my mind."

Yelena closes the pill bottles and heads back to the closet. She desperately needs that bath.

---

Kate is tucked in the guest bedroom's bed. It's where she's slept since the whole hand thing went down. She's scrolling through her phone or at least making a clunky attempt at it with her jacked-up hand. She's still trying to get used to this.

The door opens and Yelena flops from the door onto the bed and giggles. One look at her fiancée and Kate can deduce her state.

"You're drunk, aren't you?"

Kate chuckles

"Uhum."

Yelena nods while clumsily crawling her way up the bed and laying flat on her back because anything else feels like too much effort. She forcefully YANKS Kate by the collar, forcing her to come hover above her so they can be looking at each other while they speak. Kate flops down like a leaf and nothing but a small 'oh' escapes her lips.

"I always forget how Hulky you get when you're drunk. How much wine did you have?"

"Two."

"Two glasses?"

"Bottles."

Kate chuckles.

"Let the record state that I didn't see you consume these bottles, so tomorrow I can't be asked any of the 'why did you let me do this?' and 'why didn't you stop me?' type of questions."

"Nope. No questions."

Yelena jerks Kate down again, a little too violently for how close they are now, and their faces smash together.

"Ow, Yel!" Kate rubs her forehead. "The hell was that for? You don't want ruined wedding pictures, but you headbutt me?"

"No. Just trying to make out with you."

"Banging skulls is NOT how you do that."

"Shhh...c'mehere."

Yelena wraps her hands around Kate's neck and pulls her down towards her lips for what starts like a sloppy, drunk make-out. Under Kate's guidance, it's been redirected into a soft, slow, tender kiss within a minute.

They eventually come up for air and Yelena scans Kate's face adoringly, with no trace of anger in this version of her.

"We're getting married on Saturday."

"I know. I'm very fucking excited about it."

"Yeah?"

"You have no idea. Been wanting to lock it down since that first night."

"Since the first night you met me?"

"Nah...first night I saw your boobs. They sold me on it."

Yelena playfully shoves her face away.

"You're gross."

"You were wearing a white shirt and it had like green edges and a flower pattern."

"What?"

"That first night, when I banged my head on your door...your shirt was kind of off-white with...I don't know what to call them edges...they were green and the pattern was kind of big leafy flowers. I've never seen that shirt ever again, but you were wearing it that night."

"We talked for maybe two minutes. How do you remember what I was wearing?"

"You were barefoot and you were wearing the black fuzzy sweats you used to own. Your hair was in a braid and I also remember thinking you smelled SO FUCKING GOOD."

"It was a Friday. I had an 8 AM, so I probably showered in the morning and it was around midnight. There's no way I smelled like anything."

"You smelled SO good."

"You were delusional."

"No, I promise. I can remember thinking it so well."

"So you basically decided you wanted to marry me after talking to me, smelling me, and looking at my feet for two minutes?"

"In a much less creepy way...yeah...I think so. I don't think I knew I was going to MARRY you. Back then, that's not a thing I believed in, but I knew there was something about you that I needed more of in my life. I just didn't know why. I would hope me chasing you around campus forever would've given that away."

"You really were annoying."

"But I was right, wasn't I?!"

"Uhum!"

"So...yeah...I'm fucking pumped I get to marry you and I'm really sorry that you haven't been as excited about it the last few days because I'm a fuckwad and don't think things through sometimes. I was googling and I can definitely take this off for pictures. I just can't move my hand a lot. It's just a couple hours tops. All I need to do is tape my fingers together, but it should be way easier to hide, or they can even Photoshop the tape out. And I think I can take it all off when you need to put the ring on. I promise I won't cry if it hurts and if I do, people will think it's cuz I'm emotional."

Yelena laughs.

"I'm not putting a ring on your broken finger, you idiot."

"It's our wedding. You can't not put a ring on my finger. That's...kinda the whole point."

"I'll put it on your right ring finger for now. Until your hand heals."

"But that's not where it goes."

Kate sounds dejected.

"Yeah...well, you should've broken the other hand then. Even better, you should've broken no hand at all."

"I didn't break MY HAND."

"Y'know what I meant, Kate...Let's stop talking about the broken hand. I don't wanna get mad again. It's why I got drunk to begin with."

"It's not a broken hand..."

"KATE!"

"I think facts matter! It's a sprained wrist and two broken fingers."

"You're this close to talking yourself out of getting laid tonight."

"Well, I didn't know that was even on the table. You should've mentioned that."

Kate smirks playfully.

"Y'know...I'm also VERY mad that you ruined the honeymoon with this." Yelena taps Kate's splint. "I was planning on having so much crazy, newlywed, honeymoon sex with you. You should see the things I bought to wear. All going to waste now."

"Who says it's going to waste?!"

"You can't move your hand!"

"It's not my good hand!"

"Ruins the fun. I don't wanna feel this touching me while I'm naked. It's all scratchy and weird."

"So what, we're gonna read the newspaper for a month?"

"MAYBE. And that's your fault."

"You literally just said I was going to get laid tonight. How is me getting laid in New York any different from me getting laid in Tahiti or Bora Bora or The Maldives or Singapore?"

"I changed my mind. No sex at all. Not even tonight."

Kate throws the covers off herself, hops off the bed, and ungracefully takes her pajamas off. She's now fully naked. She then crawls back on the bed but doesn't get under the covers. She casually turns her back to Yelena, reaches over to flick the lamp on the nightstand off, and fluffs up her pillow.

"Good night. Sleep well. Love you. Have water, so you're not totally miserable tomorrow." Kate waits. Not even thirty seconds pass before she feels Yelena's hand on her shoulder, pulling her towards her, and forcing Kate on her back. Yelena straddles a naked Kate and her lips are on Kate's neck almost instantly. "Yeah. I thought so."

---

Wedding day.

Glenmere Mansion. About fifty miles outside the city. They've bought out the whole thing since Friday morning, so they had the rehearsal dinner here Friday night and the bridal party/most important guests slept here in anticipation of the Saturday wedding. They will also be sleeping here on Saturday and everyone is leaving on Sunday.

Thirty minutes before they're set to walk down the aisle.

Kate is already in her spiffy suit. Now she's just pacing the room all anxious and nursing a drink, trying to calm her nerves while obsessively running her vows in her head.

A knock on the door pulls her out of it. It's Yelena's Maid Of Honor with the strangest request. Yelena is in the courtyard downstairs and she wants to see Kate. Kate is like "?????? 1) Am I about to get dumped on my wedding day? 2) Isn't it bad fucking luck to see the bride before the wedding???” But the friend is like "Listen, she insisted. Come." So Kate follows her and then the Maid Of Honor leaves her right when they're about to get to Yelena.

"Yel?"

"Turn around!"

"What?"

"Turn around! Turn around! You're not supposed to see me!"

"How am I going to know where I'm going if I'm walking backward?"

"Just do it."

Kate sighs and starts walking backward until she bumps into Yelena. Yelena immediately holds her hand.

"Your hands are cold."

"Yeah. That's because I'm freaking out, Kate."

Kate chuckles.

"Why are you freaking out?"

"I sent someone to go check and your family is here. They're sitting downstairs. They're...here. At our wedding."

"We invited them."

"I know that! But what if...what if your dad...I don't know...what if he stands up and stops it or something?"

Kate cackles.

"He's not gonna do that."

"But what if?"

"Then your dad will probably sock him in the face and we'll carry on."

"What if they talk you out of it?"

"Huh?! Where would you even get that from?"

"I don't know! Freaking out!"

"I'm turning around now."

"DON'T DO THAT!"

"I'm gonna turn around."

"KATE BISHOP! DON'T YOU DARE!"

Kate turns around and Yelena can hear her gasp. She huffs and turns around too. The moment she sees the tears in Kate's eyes, Yelena starts crying too.

"I hate you! Why don't you ever listen to me?! This is bad luck, Kate!"

Kate closes the distance and says nothing before she kisses Yelena.

"There's literally nothing that can happen that will stop me from marrying you today." Kate kisses her again. "Maybe the apocalypse, but even then, I'd tell her to jump to the 'I do' part and we could figure out the end of the world together as wives." Kate kisses her one more time. "Stop freaking out." Kate takes a step back so she can take in Yelena completely and tears fall freely. "Holy shit! You're so fucking hot. Damn. I don't care what anyone says...I'm the luckiest person. No one else."

"I'm hoping your vows are better than 'You're so fucking hot'."

"Only by a little." They both laugh. "I can still ask them to leave. I don't care. If it's going to ruin it for you, then I don't want them here."

Yelena shakes her head and closes the distance between them. She kisses Kate's lips softly then wipes the faint lipstick stain she left behind.

"No. It's fine. You made it better."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah."

"Should we go get married then?"

"Let's get married, Mrs. Belova."

"That's not...no. It's Mrs. Bishop. We already talked about this?"

"Sure. Okay, Belova."

"Kate Belova does NOT work, but Yelena Bishop does. We had this entire conversation!"

Yelena kisses Kate one last time before turning around and walking away."

"See you soon, Kate Belova."

"Nope. Doesn't work! Doesn't flow! Yelena Bishop!" Yelena turns a corner and disappears. "Katherine Belova...eurgh."

Kate frowns and shakes her head before walking in the opposite direction and heading back to her room.

---

Luckily for Kate, Yelena was fucking with her. That is one of the few battles in their marriage that she does win.

When they walk into the reception two hours later, after the ceremony is done and pictures are taken (she took her splint off and just taped her fingers because she's a good wife who won't ruin the once-in-a-lifetime photoshoot), they are indeed introduced as Mrs. & Mrs. Bishop.

---

They don't do one first dance. Kate suggested they surprise each other with a song so they'd have two back-to-back dances. Yelena had a feeling this would be a disaster, and she wasn't wrong, but she still did it anyway.

Yelena decides on something slow, romantic, and hella heartfelt. She went with Jon McLaughlin's "Speechless". Kate picks.........Sam Hunt's fucking "Body Like A Back Road".

Yelena is like "......no you didn't......" and Kate is like ""Braids in her hair"? "Took me like six weeks to get her number"? Has a sexy ass body? It's pretty accurate!" Lol.

---

Then comes the father/daughter dances. Alexei and Yelena are perfect and touching. Derek and Kate are...well...

The two of them didn't have anything planned outright. Derek didn't decide he was coming until the last minute and it's not like they have the best relationship anyway, so they don't exactly have much to go on. But they did dance to Paul Simon's "Father & Daughter" at Kate's Sweet Sixteen, so she was like, "Let's just do that again???"

Kate and Derek get up and the song starts. They don't say anything for the first thirty seconds and then Derek speaks.

"You could've at least worn a dress if you were going to do something like this."

"Dad...seriously..."

"You're already playing the part of a man. You don't have to look like one too."

"I'm not doing this with you today."

"I don't think expecting to see my daughter in a wedding dress is unreasonable."

"I don't think expecting my dad to at least congratulate me on my wedding day is unreasonable either, yet here we are. Both of us lose."

"I won't congratulate anyone on a mistake."

Kate leans back from the hold position she was in to stare directly at him.

"Why did you come then? Why are you here?"

"I thought I'd raised you better than this. I still hoped you'd come to your senses. I wanted to be here for support when you did."

"You don't know me at all."

Without making any more of a fuss, Kate leaves Derek standing on the dance floor and heads for the door.

Yelena, who had been having a quiet conversation with Melina, immediately turns. After half a second, she goes after Kate.

Derek tries to play off the embarrassment and returns to his seat.

---

Yelena finds Kate standing perfectly still with her one good hand in her pocket by the edge of the fountain that splashes at the center of the expansive garden.

"Hey..." Yelena cups her now wife's face with both her hands and gently tips it down to look at her. "Hey. How hard do you need my dad to hit him?"

Kate faintly laughs.

"How hard do you think it will need to be to knock the stupid out of him?"

"Hard to gauge. We can tell him to try a few times?"

Yelena wraps her arms around Kate and presses her head into the taller woman's chest. Kate pulls her close and runs her hands up and down her back.

"That might work."

"You okay?"

"Better now." Kate kisses the top of Yelena's head. "I used to worship him. When I was little...he seemed larger than life...I used to worship him. Couldn't wait to be just like him. It's sad how small he looks now."

"I'm sorry you don't have that anymore."

"It's scary because everyone always said how alike we were. I'm terrified I'll eventually turn into him. Promise me you won't let that happen."

Yelena leans back to look at Kate.

"You are NOTHING like him."

"I'm a lot like him."

"Maybe. I haven't spent enough time with him to know about the good parts, but I know for a fact you don't have any of the awful parts. And if they EVER were to start showing up, I'm right here to kick your ass."

"Good."

"You know I will."

"Zero doubt."

"And..."

Eleanor steps out into the garden.

"Katherine."

"Mother."

"Yelena."

"Eleanor."

The three of them fall into awkward silence.

"What you did to your father in there...Katherine, that was..."

"Oh my god, mom! You and dad have spent my entire life at each other's throats and you're going to pick my wedding day to be on the same side?"

"It was humiliating for him, for you, and for our family."

"Who cares? Who fucking cares?! Maybe he shouldn't be an asshole."

"Eleanor..."

"This is none of your concern, Yelena. This is a family matter. Stay out of it."

Kate steps in front of Yelena and closer to Eleanor.

"Talk to me however you want but watch yourself when you talk to my wife, mom. I won't put up with you disrespecting her."

"Who is this person? I don't recognize you. You were so sweet, respectful, and well-mannered until..."

"Until what? Until what exactly?"

"You know what."

"Right."

Kate pauses for a long second.

"I need you to leave, mom. Suze and DJ are staying. I'll make sure they have a room tonight and a ride home tomorrow, but you need to go. Go inside, grab your stuff, and head out."

"If I go, Susan will come with me."

Kate takes another step closer to Eleanor. Yelena gently squeezes her wife's arm. She knows Kate's little sister is her trigger.

"Suze is staying."

"No."

Eleanor walks away. Kate sees red and is about to chase her mother, but Yelena stops her and pulls her back.

"Let me handle it! Let me talk to her. Go back inside. Get a drink and hang out with your friends. I'll be right there." Yelena kisses her. "I love you. Let me handle it."

Yelena whispers against Kate’s lips. Kate nods once in response and they go in separate directions.

---

"Eleanor."

"If she sent you to retract herself, it's too late."

Eleanor keeps walking through the gardens and Yelena is after her. It's a good thing she changed into a dress without a train for the reception.

"She didn't send me. Hey...hey." Yelena cuts her off. "I want two minutes with you."

"I'm not interested."

Eleanor tries to bypass Yelena, but Yelena steps in front of her again and this time, her body language makes it clear to Eleanor that she doesn't have much of a choice.

"I see where Katherine has been picking up her bad habits."

"Kate's not around, so let's put it all out there because I'm not into hypocrisy and fake niceness. You've made it very clear that you don't like me and, frankly, I'm not a fan of you. I'll never disrespect you because you're Kate's mother, but I hate the way you treat her. That being said, as far as I'm concerned, despite everything, you're family now, and for my wife's sake, I want peace. Hate me and what I am all you want but don't punish Kate for it. You know what Susan means to her. It's cruel and unfair to keep them from each other because of your feelings. Gay people exist, Eleanor. You keeping Kate from Suze doesn't change it. She is out in the world. She's online. She's already aware. I'm not forcing myself on you. I'm only asking you not to make Kate jump through hoops to see her sister. You're their mother, be better than that. Let them see each other whenever they want without having to sneak around. Let her stay. It might not mean much to you, but I'll personally make sure she has a ride home and will get back to you safely. It would mean the world to Kate to have her here tonight. You're not doing it for me. Can she stay?"

Eleanor stands in silence for a long beat.

"We go to service at noon."

"I will have her home no later than eleven." They awkwardly linger. "I simply want us to be civil at the very least. Kate and I want a family and I'd hate for our kids to grow up in a toxic environment. Don't contribute to that. I would want nothing more than for you to be a part of their lives, but I won't allow it if there's going to be bullshit flying around. I won't."

"I don't like threats, Miss Belova."

"It's Mrs. Bishop now and I'm not threatening you, Eleanor. I'm telling you that I will protect my children the way you think you're protecting yours. They're two very different things." Silence. "Can we agree on civility then? For Kate's sake."

"Good evening, Miss Belova."

Eleanor walks away. A frustrated Yelena takes a centering breath and exhales loudly before walking moments behind her. Within seconds she passes Eleanor on the way to the entrance.

"It's Mrs. Bishop."

Yelena keeps walking.

---

When Yelena enters the venue, she finds Kate sitting in Eleanor's chair, between her sister and her brother. She's nursing a drink and laughing at something Suze said. Kate immediately spots Yelena when she walks in and stands, but Yelena is heading her way.

A few people try to stop her and congratulate her and Yelena politely excuses herself as quickly as she can. During that time, Eleanor also walks back into the room. Now they're both unofficially racing to reach Kate first. Much to Yelena's chagrin, Eleanor reaches her a few seconds before she does and starts collecting her things from the table. Kate's eyes are flying back and forth between her mother and Yelena, who is still a few steps behind.

"Your sister and brother are staying." Yelena finally arrives and stands next to Kate. Kate immediately wraps her arms around her wife's waist. Eleanor finishes hastily collecting her things. "Miss Belova promised to have them home by eleven, so we can make the noon service."

Yelena clenches her jaw at the sound of her maiden name but bites her tongue.

"Yeah. We can do that."

"If we stay, where are we sleeping?"

Susan jumps in to ask.

"I got it. Don't worry." Kate chimes in and turns her attention back to her mother. "Thank you. It means a lot."

Eleanor turns on a fake act.

"I want you to know that I sat her down and had a really long conversation about how important it is to me that we're civil and that she doesn't contribute to any toxicity between us. She agreed, didn't you, Miss Belova?"

Yelena could knock this woman out cold right now.

"Uhum."

"That's amazing. Thank you, mom."

"Of course, sweetheart." Eleanor kisses Kate's cheek. "I'm exhausted, so I'm going to head out."

"Absolutely. Thank you for coming. Have a good night."

Eleanor says goodbye to Susan and DJ and heads out. Kate immediately hugs Yelena,  kisses the side of her head, and whispers into her ear.

"Thank you." Kate leans back to look at Yelena. "And don't worry, I know how my mom works. I have no doubt in my mind that conversation she's taking credit for actually happened the other way around." Kate kisses her. "You're fucking amazing."

"I almost killed her two seconds ago."

Kate laughs.

"She pretended she was leaving because she was tired, not because I asked her to leave. She twists everything in her favor. You'll get used to it."

"We're in for a ride, aren't we?"

"Crazy as fuck."

Yelena looks around the room, trying to spot Derek and figure out how to deal with him next.

"Where's your dad?"

"I asked him to leave too. Thankfully he's a lot less dramatic than my mom, so he simply grabbed generic girlfriend number five hundred and seventeen and was gone. I don't know that I'll be hearing from him soon...or again."

"I'm sorry."

"It's fine...nothing I'm gonna worry about tonight. We have a party to enjoy, no? I have so many more bones I can break."

"I will tie you to a chair if you make me. No more injuries before the honeymoon..."

Kate laughs.

"I make no promises."

Kate jokingly answers. Yelena takes the drink from Kate's hand and finishes it herself in one gulp.

"Cutting you off."

"Nooooo."

"Uhum. No more for you."

One of Kate's friends is walking by with a beer and Kate grabs it from his hand. She playfully extends her arm and lifts her chin all the way back, putting the bottle entirely out of reach from her wife. She chugs the remainder of the bottle.

"Whoops."

Kate shrugs.

Having seen this and getting high school flashbacks, her friends start chanting.

"KEG KATE! KEG KATE! KEG KATE! KEG KATE! KEG KATE! KEG KATE!"

One of them rushes to the bar and asks the bartender if they have kegs or just bottles. It turns out they do have kegs.

Suddenly, a keg is flying onto the dance floor and a dozen dudes are hoisting Kate in the air. Yelena is giving her "Don't you dare eyes!" but Kate shrugs and smiles two seconds before the guys tip her over into a keg stand. Kate's half of the party cheers. Yelena's half of the party looks on mildly horrified.

Kate chugs for an impressively long time before she coughs and they let her stand.

"SHE'S STILL GOT IT, BOYS!"

Kate is jerked around in celebration. One of the guys tries to take the keg back, but someone screams.

"Leave it! Leave it! Keg Kate doesn't do just one keg stand in a night!"

The friends around her start to talk over each other.

"We should've brought pong balls!"

"I got golf balls in my trunk! Might as well bring back Beer Pong Bishop too."

"That might work!"

"I'll get 'em."

And the dude runs out. Yelena cuts through them and pulls Kate aside.

"You're not about to turn our wedding into a high school or college party."

"It's just a little fun."

"I've seen how you all have fun."

Kate stares at Yelena curiously and squints when a thought occurs to her.

"You've never done a keg stand, have you?"

"Katherine..."

"Hey, guys...can you believe Keg Kate's wife has never done a keg stand..."

In a second, Kate’s friends all swarm Yelena, and before she knows it, she's in the air.

"KATE!"

Yelena is upside down on the keg and Kate squats to hold the hose and look at her. She has a smile painted on her face.

"The moment they put me down, you're dead."

"Are you really down to be a young widow?"

"YES!"

Kate puts the hose to Yelena's lips and begins the chant.

"CHUG! CHUG! CHUG! CHUG!"

Yelena drinks and then releases the hose. Beer goes everywhere before Kate shuts it off. The guys put her back on her feet. Yelena punches Kate's shoulder.

"Ow! You're not even drunk yet. Where's the aggro Hulky coming from?!"

Kate dries the beer that spilled on Yelena's face with her sleeve.

"If you ever let your friends put me upside down again, you're permanently moving to the guest bedroom."

"That was fun. Admit it." Yelena glares at Kate. "You kinda loved it...you did!"

"I didn't HATE it."

Kate grabs her face and kisses her.

"YOOOO...she wants another spin on the keg!"

"THAT'S NOT WHAT I SA..."

Yelena is upside down again. Kate squats again and holds the hose to her lips.

"I hate you with every fiber of my being right now."

"You really don't. Take a deeper breath so you can go longer." Kate lifts her arm so Yelena can hold it. "Squeeze when you want me to stop. CHUG! CHUG! CHUG! CHUG! CHUG! CHUG! CHUG! CHUG! CHUG!" Yelena squeezes Kate's arm and Kate removes the hose. "Put her down."

The guys flip her back onto her feet. Yelena punches Kate's shoulder again. Kate rubs it.

"You're going to break my shoulder next!...Wanna go for another spin?"

"Only if you want to leave here on a stretcher."

"CHUG! CHUG! CHUG! CHUG! CHUG!"

Kate and Yelena turn around to see Alexei being held upside down with the hose in his mouth. Yelena punches Kate's shoulder anew.

"WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!"

"My dad?! Doing a keg stand?! At our wedding?! That is your fault."

Kate flips Yelena around so they can both turn to face the keg and presses the shorter woman against her chest while wrapping her arms around her waist. She brings her lips to her ear.

"You love that I bring a little chaos to your life."

Yelena leans her head back to look up at Kate and smiles.

"I do."

Kate leans to meet Yelena's lips to kiss her.

"CHUG! CHUG! CHUG! CHUG! CHUG! CHUG!"

When they look up to figure out who the hell could be at the keg right now, they find Melina upside down and Alexei holding her by himself.

"KATE!"

---

"KATE!"

Kate hears Yelena scream from the kitchen.

"FIVE SECONDS! Your mommy is so impatient."

"Papiem."

"Exactly. Always rushing us. Always"

The almost two-and-a-half-year-old blonde girl with bright green eyes and features that mimic Yelena's babbles in response from where she sits on the changing table. Kate stuffs the last few things in her bag and zips it up.

Kate taps the tiny snapback on Alexia’s small head with a silly popping sound, then pokes her index fingers into her pudgy sides, making the little girl devolve into a fit of giggles. Kate slings the bag over her neck, then grabs the toddler and perches her on her shoulders. The baby places her tiny hands around Kate's head, keeping herself in place. Kate holds her hand against the little girl's back for an extra layer of safety.

"You ready?"

"YAH!"

Kate zooms full speed out of the nursery. The baby laughs at the top of her lungs and it echoes through the apartment.

---

The two girls reach the kitchen, run around the island, and then do a lightning-fast lap around Yelena. The older blonde sighs as she does her best to avoid them while getting the last few things she needs to complete in the kitchen.

Kate and the baby eventually stop by the doorway and that's when Yelena turns to face them.

"Absolutely not."

Yelena, now almost five months into their third pregnancy, takes one good look at Kate and their daughter and shakes her head. They're dressed identically in basketball shorts, a wife beater, a snapback, and vans.

"What?"

"Go change. Both of you. We're already late, Kate. Why are you doing this to me?"

"What's wrong with what we're wearing?"

"You know EXACTLY what. I'm not wasting words on it."

"One, it's ninety six degrees outside. Two, she's going straight to your parent's house. Three, we're getting in a car and driving four and a half hours to the mountains. Why do we need to be dressed in any specific way?"

Yelena leans against the counter and rests her hand on her growing stomach.

"Kate...we're going to be stuck in a car for five hours and I don't want to be mad at you for those five hours. Please at least put shirts on."

"But WHY?!"

Yelena huffs, walks towards Kate, and takes the baby that sits on her shoulders.

"Your momma may be okay with looking like a vagrant, but I won't let you do it too."

Yelena tells the baby while peppering her face with kisses as she walks to the nursery.

"I don't look like a vagrant! I just choose to be comfortable!"

Kate heads to the nursery. She finds Yelena flipping through the little girl's closet, trying to find a more appropriate outfit.

"Hey Alex, can you tell mommy you love your shirt?" The baby babbles something that remotely ends in something that resembles ‘shirt’. "There you go. Big fan."

"She can have a say in what she wears when she's potty trained and can at least count to ten. Until then, I'm exclusively picking her outfits. You lost your privileges today."

Yelena selects a nice color-coordinated outfit and a headband.

"She's going to your parent's house..."

"And they might want to go out. If she's ready, they don't have to change her...Up, baby."

The baby lifts her arms, and Yelena removes her shirt, then quickly replaces it with the new one.

"What if they don't go out?"

"Then she wasn't walking around in a wife beater and basketball shorts."

"You overthink things."

"And you underthink them." Yelena continues changing the baby. "Kate, I'm asking you one last time, please at least go put a shirt on."

"You're a tyrant." Kate disappears from the doorway. Not two minutes later, she reappears, buttoning up a short-sleeved shirt. "World War III  averted now?"

"See how much better you look?" Yelena moves the baby from the changing table to the floor and she immediately takes off running out of the room. "ALEX!"

Yelena is about to go after Alexia, but Kate wraps her arm around her midriff at the door and pulls her close.

"Why are my wife beaters your biggest nemesis in the world?"

Yelena chuckles.

"You don't look like an adult wearing them."

"Who cares?!"

"I've told you, you can wear them at home but not outside."

"I don't need to wear anything at home. That's the fun of being home. I can be naked if I want."

Yelena rolls her eyes.

"I need to go get the baby. We're so late."

"Yel, she'll be fine for two seconds and literally no one is waiting for us. YOU made an arbitrary schedule that you want us to meet. We're off for a week. Shut down your science, work, spreadsheet, serious brain mode. It's our anniversary. Relax. That's the whole point of this week, no? Why is there a fucking schedule to begin with?"

"Because without a schedule, there is chaos. YOU are chaos. Someone has to keep us on track, and by process of elimination, that is me."

"Embrace the chaos this week."

Yelena laughs.

"I wasn't built for chaos. Besides, all I want to embrace this week is uninterrupted sleep and having uninterrupted sex when we're not enjoying said uninterrupted sleep. No chaos. Opposite of chaos. Peace, quiet, and no baby."

"Technically, there is a baby coming."

Kate tenderly places her hand on Yelena's stomach.

"This one doesn't jailbreak out of the crib, crawl into our bed, and kick us in the face in the middle of the night yet. I'm not counting it."

"Yeah, okay. I'll give you that."

Kate scans Yelena's face attentively.

"You're staring."

"I am."

"Why?"

"Because all this...a wrong door. If I'd knocked on another door, or I'd gone one building over, or you hadn't been home...but now we're here...married eight years this week, thirteen years total, two babies, and a miscarriage deep. I stare because sometimes it feels crazy. Would you change it?"

"Not a minute."

"Not even when I drive you crazy?"

"I'll revise my answer. I'd change the minutes when my wife drives me crazy and doesn't listen to me, which are arguably a lot of minutes." Yelena leans up and kisses Kate. "No. I wouldn't change it. Nothing. You genuinely make me consider filing for divorce at least once a week, but then I remember I don't think I can exist without you and the thought leaves my mind."

"Wow, does that mean I can do ANYTHING?"

Kate smiles mischievously.

"Don't push your luck, Kate Bishop."

"But what if..."

The sound of things tumbling then shattering and a small "Uh Oh!" comes from the front of the apartment. They both sigh and rest their foreheads against each other's.

"Go get your demon child. Go..." Kate laughs as Yelena shoves her wife, sending her to investigate whatever disaster their toddler had just created. "You better hope this one turns out level-headed and composed like me, or I'm packing my shit and leaving the three of you here to be chaotic entities by yourselves. I can't do three of you. My blood pressure can't handle it."

Kate disappears and Yelena hangs behind when she notices that her wife didn't put away the clothes that she took off the baby. She sets on folding that and returning it to where it belongs. She then starts to notice all the small things Kate left out of place when she was getting the baby ready.

"My god, Kate."

Yelena starts to tidy up.

---

Fifteen minutes later, Yelena is heading to the front of the apartment. It's eerily quiet, which she's learned is never good in this house.

When she steps into the living room, she finds the source of the noise. Alexia pulled the bottom shelf of one of the bookcases and everything on it came tumbling down. Everything is still on the floor and neither her daughter nor her wife are anywhere to be found. Suspicious. Very suspicious.

Yelena keeps walking and that's when she hears Kate's hushed voice coming from the kitchen. She walks slower to be able to hear better over the sound of her steps.

"...but you have to clean your face and wipe your clothes. And you definitely can't snitch. She'll kill me. You two can't snitch eit..."

When Yelena walks into the kitchen, she finds Kate holding the transparent plastic container where they store the graham crackers. The baby is currently standing on the kitchen counter, double-fisting crackers. Kate is caught red-handed also feeding crackers to the two expectant dogs wagging their tails at her feet.

"KATE!"

The foursome immediately freezes when they look up to find Yelena in the doorway.

#bishova #I just saw that you originally sent this on April 25th so...almost two months to the day delayed #MY BAD #i was hoarding it but FUCK IT #if this was ACTUALLY written properly then it would have the vows and all that shit but... #ive warned you this is very much half assed and NOT DONE #but y'all insisted so here it is #this is 8.1k words of mediocrity lol #kyfbau #anonymous #answers #kyfbaup

[sixeyescurseuser]

(Headcanon)

Thinking about Geto who journals a lot. 

He’s poetic in that he often writes in metaphors, referencing songs or movies or literature he enjoys. 

He’s romantic in that 60% of his entries are about Gojo. 

Geto would have written the mushiest thoughts after his and Gojo’s first official date. 

“He holds galaxies in his eyes  And I, a mere mortal, can only admire from afar and tremble in their sheer beauty” “Our hands brushed a total of three times before I had the confidence to interlock our fingers. I never want to walk down the street without holding his hand ever again”

“Satoru knows he’s the most charming and gorgeous person in the room. What he doesn’t know is I think so too.”

Cheeks burning, Geto slams his journal closed and is like “enough of that”

***

Imagine Geto's entry when they first kiss. 

It’s a whole page just of “AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!”

And then Geto composed himself enough to explain in the next page. 

“WE KISSED, WE KISSED I KISSED SATORU SATORU KISSED ME ON THE LIPSSS”

“I haven't known what breathing really was until it was you who poured your breath into my mouth. I pray you never stop.”

***

Sometimes, Geto writes directly to Gojo. Maybe it’ll be after a tough mission he had, and Geto is pouring out his burdens in his writing.

But the one highlight was of course:

“I didn’t expect you to have cleaned my room and done my laundry for me, but you’re just full of surprises, aren’t you, Satoru? All because you were bored when waiting for me to return from my mission?”

Geto taps his chin with his pen before adding:  

“…that’s so gay of you.”

Geto chuckles, then continues on. 

“But actually, it really warmed my heart. I think that as long as you’re around, my heart will feel full.” "Don’t change, Satoru.”

***

Then there’s also the entries like:

“GOJO SATORU, COUNT YOUR DAYS!! I HATED YOUR STUPID, CUTE FACE WHEN YOU CAME TO ME TO TELL ME YOU APPARENTLY FORGOT A RED T-SHIRT BETWEEN MY WHITE LAUNDRY - NOW EVERYTHING IS PINK. YOU’RE FILTHY RICH, REPAY ME AT LEAST YOU BASTARD!”

Geto writes and his pen leaves a trail of fire.

You know Gojo is in trouble when Geto says his whole name. 

Geto's penmanship is usually so pretty and neat, but when he wrote this, the lines were angry and slanted. There’s also a little doodle of one of his curses chewing Gojo up.

On the next page, Geto’s entries go back to lovesick paragraphs about a certain white-haired menace. 

***

Geto starts talking about marriage in his journal. His entries are his vows at this point. 

“You better not get sick of me, okay? Better continue kicking ass on your missions and bringing back your cute souvenirs. Let’s go apartment searching soon, yeah? I’ve been looking up places already, there’s a couple that I think you’d like. I can’t wait to move in with you and continue to build our life together. It’s you and me against the world. I really can’t wait to spend the rest of my life loving you, Satoru.”

***

Geto’s journaling also helps when they’re sent on solo missions abroad. 

“I can’t believe the first time I’m in Italy is for a stupid mission, without you by my side. We always said we’d come here to try the best pasta and sweets. I suppose I can be the navigator for when we do get the chance to visit together. There’s a few bakeries you would absolutely love…”

***

Geto’s journaling comes to light when years later, he and Gojo get into an argument about their first date.

Gojo: “There’s no way I was more than fifteen minutes late to our first date!”

Geto: “Yes you were!! I literally have proof!”

Gojo: “Where??”

Geto: 🤐

Geto: “Iweiebaboutinmtjeosual”

Gojo: “huh? What was that?”

Geto: “…I wrirhwabout it in my jaoruhal”

Gojo: “Suguru, speak properly, I can’t understand-“

Geto: “I WROTE ABOUT IT IN MY JOURNAL”

Gojo: “I-“

Geto: “Man, I was so pissed at you. How could you be late to your first date? With ME? You’re lucky I love you, or I swear to god I would’ve dumped your ass right then and there.”

Gojo: “You have a journal?”

Geto, walking away: “Nope”

Gojo leaps onto Geto’s back, clinging on like a koala: “Suguru~~ where can I find this little journal of yours? Have to make sure the proof you claim to have is sufficient and legit-”

Geto doesn’t react, resigned to carrying his human-sized backpack to god knows where.

No way is he sharing his journal entries until the ring hidden in his closet is finally on Satoru's finger.

***

w/ @no-one-says-hi

#jjk #satosugu #satosugu fluff #jjk headcanon #gojo satoru #geto suguru #satosugu fanfic #satosugu headcanon #fluff #journaling

[anti-dazai-blog]

opinions on Atsushi and Fukuchi ? BTW feel free to ignore this ask, since ik you're primarily a Dazai analysis blog. Idk, I feel like the concept of Atsushi as a character had AMAZING potential, but somehow he's given (imo) less fleshing - out than Dazai and the others. The other characters get interesting little quirks and opinions, Atsushi gets none. I just wish BSD would develop its protagonist better. I really wanna like Atsushi but he's just written so MEH at times.

Oh and, why do you think Atsushi was chosen as the protagonist? No, I'm not saying any other character would make a better one. But I'm curious about Atsushi's significance to the story's themes. For example, do you think Sigma, Ango, Akutagawa or Yosano could have been the protag instead ? They tend to fit the common protag archetypes more I guess.

Also I see a lot of fandom gate for Fukuchi, which I think is dumb because a former nationalist getting PTSD from the atrocities he committed for his country, and then vowing to destroy the concept of national boundaries, is awesome and metal as fuck. Yeah of course Asagiri gives him that dumb flatulence schtick and some loony OP gimmicks cuz burnout / anime idiosyncrasies, but he's a character who deserves much more appreciation cuz he's so INTERESTING. I'm not saying he's a poor meow meow. He's morally grey but he makes some valid points, and he's a great exploration of fascism, guilt and the dark side of man - made boundaries.

As far as I could tell, Atsushi is actually the standard protagonist archetype for his genre. He’s a filled-in blueprint of what a fantasy protagonist usually is. 

The basic formula for a fantasy genre protagonist is, first and foremost; somebody who’s an outsider. Someone who’s unfamiliar with how the magic system works, so that the story has an excuse to explain it to them—and through that, explain it to the audience, who are outsiders to the magical system as well. 

The second step to the make-a-protagonist formula is to make them bland—or at least bland relative to the characters they’re surrounded by. You want the audience to be able to project themselves onto the protagonist, so making them overly-gimmicky or with too much of a unique personality may turn people away. You want them to be someone the audience could picture themselves as. You want them to have the highest possible relatability. Atsushi’s the guy with the fewest gimmicks, so. He’d be the LOP of the show. Least Objectionable Protagonist. (yeah I do think I’m funny and I’m hoping all media students find me funny as well) (I’m leaving this joke in for the one person who gets it and finds it funny)

Step three is to make them overpowered. It doesn’t have to be overpowered by that world’s power standards, but they have to have a surefire way to succeed often, and to be potentially seen as a threat by others (<-that’s the thing that usually makes conflict happen). They often start out rather weak so that they have room to learn and grow, but it becomes apparent quickly that they could potentially be the strongest once they learn how to use their abilities properly.

Atsushi checks all these boxes perfectly.

All other BSD characters don’t fit into that mold. Atsushi didn’t know about abilities and didn’t know about the agency/mafia/guild, and so it all had to be explain to him (and simultaneously, to us). All characters listed other than Sigma would be disqualified from the start, for being within these systems from a much younger age and therefore unable to learn about them for the first time during the course of the show (and age is a pretty common factor in the Blueprint for Fantasy Protagonists too). 

As for Sigma, I’m not saying he’s designed to be similar to Atsushi, but. If the mangaka decided to explicitly have characters in canon say “hey you remind me of my coworker,” then who am I to argue with that. Sigma was designed to resemble Atsushi (in personality, at least). He was designed to have a convenient ability to be used when needed. I have no doubt that he’ll be returning to the story, on the basis that his ability is too convenient to lose. But a guy designed to resemble the story’s protagonist is not the most likely candidate for the protagonist role. 

Funnily enough, we do get to see what other BSD characters would be like in the role of protagonist thanks to the light novels. Ranpo/Fukuzawa, Chuuya, Dazai, etc. etc. have all had their chance to be in the spotlight. But notice how their quirks from the main series have been toned down through rationalizing them via a first person POV—in 15, we don’t view Chuuya as short tempered or easily annoyable because we see what’s really going on—he’s working towards his own goal on the side. So when Dazai goads him into a stupid bet, we don’t see him as easily-provokable for accepting, but rather someone who’s trying to figure out how much this mafia guy really knows about the case they’re working on—the one where, as we later find out, he has a personal connection to. 

And with this added insight into the thought behind his actions, we can see him as a rational and cautious person—cancelling out his seemingly impulsive actions, and taking away his primary “gimmick.” 

Removing a gimmick turns a character from a caricature to a human, and as audience members, we’d love to see humanized versions of all the characters—but for the writer, the gimmicks make them stand out and differentiate them from each other. Now that we’re so much farther into the story, both us and Asagiri know all the characters much better now, and there’s definitely a higher chance of characters becoming more humanized in the future (note how a few characters have lost their gimmicks as the story progressed—Dazai became less focused on suicide, Ranpo became more competent and willing to do his job..). So I have high hopes that, while we probably will continue BSD with Atsushi getting meh character development, we will most likely see a few more light novels with other fan-favorites in the protagonist role.

NOW onto Fukuchi.

Fukuchi doesn’t deserve the hate he gets. His entire character is very Fullmetal Alchemist-esque. And we all love Fullmetal Alchemist. I truly don’t understand why we love the cast of FMAB and understand the story it’s trying to tell, but cannot understand Fukuchi. Yes, sometimes people go to war. And sometimes people to awful, horrible things. And then come to regret it. And want to make a change, and want to fix things, no matter what the cost may be. Why can we all root for Roy Mustang but draw the line at Fukuchi. Is the primary difference that Fukuchi is more powerful and therefore capable of and the cause of more destruction? Is it because Roy is a 20-something year old attractive guy and Fukuchi is an old man? Who knows, I think Roy with Fukuchi’s level of power might have been about the same as him.  

But why fandom circles choose to hate specific characters will always be a mystery to me. (even I, a professional hater, am baffled by a lot of what I see here)

Regardless, this is longer than I intended it to be. I hope I covered the topics properly, thanks for the ask!!

#Not proofreading this no way not gonna happen I’m gonna go eat food instead #Gonna eat supper #Anti dazai asks #Atsushi #fukuchi #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs

[outrunningthedark]

i hope i can articulate this properly but the problem (for me) with how they've written most of the love interests for buck & eddie so far is that they've never gotten them integrated with the other main cast much at all. so it feels a little like they're taking away screen time i'd rather see spent on other people with scenes that are just buck + LI at home or eddie + LI at home (although they can at least get chris in there with those too)

like in restrospect it's kind of hilarious actually that taylor was involved in way more scenes with the 118 before she and buck got together then after

I think your feelings are echoed by many in the fandom, and it's the main reason why I stopped pondering the future for Natalia and Marisol. I personally don't see what a DIY-er and a death doula are going to bring to the firefam dynamic when neither character has a history with them (TayKay) or is a parent to someone's kid (Karen, Shannon). I do have a couple #unpopularopinions in relation to this, though. o1. Difficulty integrating has not been limited to Buck and Eddie Lis. Michael was a main. He had his best friends, his kids. But did his love life get a lot of attention prior to the hospital explosion? And then why did the hospital explosion episode even happen? To give those characters a friendly sendoff. Had Rockmond never been let go over his actions, we can't say that part of his story would have gotten any better.

Maddie is a main. She has a child with a firefighter. They're getting married. Why does Maddie go missing in big moments? Why was she not around during the dispatch fire or Henren's vow renewal? Why is she not having "girl talk" with Hen and Karen, her soon-to-be-husband's best friends? Why is she so isolated that the fandom can't even agree on who would be her maid-of-honor? o2. Buck and Eddie can't both have first responder LIs, I'm sorry. Yes, it's the logical choice if the show wants to make new characters "fit", but that would leave only one of the mains with a LI as a background presence - Hen. I realize that the show isn't actually for us gays, but having the lesbian relationship be the one with intentionally less screen time is a path I'd prefer they not take. o3. Not directing at any specific person because I don't know the opinions of every single one of you, but I will repeat something I said the other day and apply it to future LIs. *I* think it's too little, too late not only to get the GA on board with Buddie, but also to get the fandom - the Buddie shippers - on board with other LIs. The excuse for not liking outside relationships has been that they don't feel like part of the family (agree there), but had Tim shut down the possibility of Buddie for good with Ana, or brought in a new LI for Buck in 4B that wasn't previously criticized...we wouldn't be having these conversations today. Lucy comes in as a first responder and people hate for the cheating angle, sure, but what really stung for most of them was the reminder that the fate of Buck and Eddie would never have been a debate were we watching a man and a woman as opposed to two men. Eddie could fall in love in season seven and the reaction would be "Why does Chris need a new mom when he already has Buck???" Um, because Eddie is supposed to be straight? The only way for Buddie to be co-parents without the confirmation would be if we were watching a queerplatonic relationship. Except...neither one is queer.

You know when you try to clean a stain and somehow make it look worse than it already was? That's what it feels like to watch this show and those characters post-s4.

#anonymous #tina speaks #tv: 9-1-1 #tv: 911 #buddie

[zeta-in-de-walls]

Sorry to harp on about the DSMP ending, but I wanted to discuss why Tommy dying is a poor ending to his story arc. 

It’s not that I require stories to have happy endings, indeed I quite enjoy a good tragic ending if done right. However, the Dream SMP is not written like a tragedy where a downer ending fits. 

Nor is the finale even properly portrayed like one, as any intensity you get from them all dying as the alarms go off and its too late - which I’d actually argue is one of the stronger moments in the stream, is quickly undercut with the revelation that the characters wake up without memories. 

Indeed, the finale would have been better if the last moment was the alarms sounding and a cut to black before after a long enough pause the words DSMP s2 will return appear on the screen. (Given you’re doing a second season obviously, which I don’t think should happen but that’s beside the point here.)

That’s the thing with this finale, every choice made is seemingly at odds with every other choice, the whole is far worse than the sum of its parts.

Now then, there’s Tommy arc. Until the finale, it was a coming of age story. Tommy started young and foolish but with a good heart and then as he grew up, trauma happened and he’s broken down and we watch him gradually rebuild himself. The natural ending to this sort of story is simply to see him fully realise himself and find some sort of serenity without losing his spirit. The adventures continues type of ending would be good as well to imply he never settles down but continues living a hectic life in a positive way 

You can do a darker ending to this sort of story of course. An interesting one is to see himself slowly become darker, essentially a villain origin story as a response to being rejected he makes the wrong choices. This was actually explored post-exile where Tommy nearly becomes a version of himself he hates but he rejects it at the last minute. Given its already been explored and rejected once, its no longer such a viable option. 

For a different type of tragedy, where he dies, I think that would potentially work in service to other characters stories. Imagine him attempting to do the right thing and getting no help from anyone and his death is a wake-up call to everyone, a tragic loss that they failed to prevent and now vow to do better and that guilt drives them. Again, the DSMP already explored this when he died in prison and the people who knew dealt with their guilt at his passing so again its not a very fitting ending. 

So, how about Tommy sacrificing himself for his friends? That’s essentially the ending we got. Tommy goes into prison to kill Dream and Punz, accepting he will have to die as well. 

Well the issue is that the story has also explored Tommy having suicidal thoughts. Its a really unsatisfying ending for that sort of character to commit to a plan that involves their own death. Good deaths in fiction tend to be sudden, unexpected ones. Characters that willing walk to their own deaths are the ones that should live, this is even more true for characters who have specifically struggled with living in the past. Their happy ending is in living well.

That’s simple where the trajectory for Tommy’s arc has been going forever. That realising that all the struggle and torment have been worth fighting through. It’s incredibly hopeful and optimistic and yeah the darker the story, the more important that the ending is worth it.

Good tragedies are often the opposite. They’re often stories where everything is great and seems well and then they meet a sad end. That’s powerful too. 

#meta #analysis #dsmp crit #tw suicidal thoughts

[nimmee]

Here's part 4 of Nanamin Kento headcanons, because I can't stop writing and having so many ideas right now (I know my writer's block is gonna hit me soon so I'm trying to get as much as I can written out)

Enjoy 💙

32. Kento likes doing crosswords and Sudoku. (it makes sense)

33. Contrary to popular belief he actually has a lot of friends from different walks of life. And not the shallow friends but he has a close circle of friends he can rely on professionally and personally. ( I personally think that he spent most of his early school years in Japan but for a year or two he actually went to other countries as an international exchange student that would explain how he is fluent in French and English apart from Japanese, also Dutch because he has a Danish lineage. It would also explain why he has friends at powerful positions all around the world ). One of his international friends who is quite a respected designer in Italy actually tailors all his suits. Also, (bear with me on this) his maternal grandmother could have had the tiniest amount of usable cursed energy that she completely used up when she made little Kento those leopard print ties. She did it to bless him and protect him from curses. Which also explains why he uses his tie as a binder to his "overtime" vow and the left out fabric to wrap his blade. (As they say blessings are more stable and long lasting than curses)

34. Nanamin still visits Yu's sister and her family. He regularly visited her after Yu died and hence formed a brotherly bond. She is married and has a little boy. Her husband and Nanamin are really good friends too.

35. Kento had a pretty wholesome childhood being an only child from both the family lineage. He was dearly loved by all his grandparents. He was pretty close with all of them. (I'm listing off all of their professions and talents here:

Paternal grandmother - she is a calm and very gentle woman doesn't speak much. She has been a housewife all her life. Her talents include cooking comfort food, calligraphy and book binding, handicrafts and origami, flower arranging.

Paternal grandfather - he is a quiet man talks less but is the warmest man you could find. A tad bit Conservative but loves and accepts Nanamin's mom as his own daughter. He is a professional knife and sword maker. His talents include sword forging, sword wielding, knows a lot about fencing and swordsmanship, bonsai, gardening, fruit picking.

Maternal grandmother - she is calm but one fiesty and strong woman. She has always been a housewife. She and Nanamin's paternal grandmother are best friends. She is quick witted and knows her way out of any situation. She is very logical and a genius at finances. Her talents include sewing and knitting, all kinds of clothing making, managing finances, playing traditional musical instruments (she is a quick learner and masters any traditional musical instrument in few months) . Turns out she has very small amounts of cursed energy which she reverses to use as blessings and use to make good luck charms, headstrong, quick - wit.

Maternal grandfather - as we All know he is Danish. He is a warm happy man, talks a lot and loves to cook, very gentle and Kind . He was born in Denmark but his family moved to Japan due to his father's employment when he was 2. He is fluent in Japanese, Dutch and English. He has two professional culinary degrees one from Japan and another from France. He has received culinary training in Japan and then went to France for his internship. He is a professional chef and owns a Michelin star restaurant. His talents include cooking, baking, growing his own vegetables, miniature making in his leisure time, also loves puzzles. He is also a skilled butcher - he could easily cut open almost All kind of meat to properly portion the pieces.

Nanamin's Dad - is an Architect hence his interest in Architecture when he was younger. He Talks a lot even though his parents are quiet people. Headstrong and very responsible person. Absolutely loves his wife and her cooking. His talents include puzzle solving like Sudoku, he is a trained sowrds man because his father is, he has his own Katana. He makes hilarious comic strips, is a gifted painter and loves going through all kind of comics international or local.

Nanamin's mom - is a pastry chef and owns her own bakery. She is generally quiet can be very talkative with right people. She is soft and gentle but she is fiesty and headstrong when she needs to be. She takes to her father and is one of the warmest person you could find. She has the ultimate say when she and Nanamin's dad are arguing. Nanamin's dad complies most of time because she has the most logical and reasonable arguments. She did train to be a chef but chose baking because she likes deserts (reminds of the Baker lady from Kiki's Delivery service). Her talents include baking and cooking, making different kinds of healing tea (most probably she unconsciously uses tiniest amount of reversed cursed energy she inherited from her mother). She is genius at knitting and quilting, managing finances has always been a good forte for her, growing flowers and decorating has always been something she was naturally good at.

#kento nanami fluff #kento nanami #jujustu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen nanami #kento nanamin #jjk nanami #kento nanami headcanons #nanami angst #nanami headcanons #nanami kento #nanami kento x reader #nanami smut #nanami x reader #nanami x reader fluff #jjk manga #jjk imagines #jjk fic #jjk au #jjk #jjk 0 movie #jjk fanfic #jjk angst #jjk smut #jjkedit #jjk fluff #jjk headcanons #jjk gojo #jjk geto #jjk x reader #jjba x reader

[the-spoopy-ghost-of-raejin99]

So I have a weird pet theory for Destiny 2 that’s been bouncing around in my head with all the Lightfall trailers/vidoc, and I fully expect to be wrong, but I wanted to share it anyway. It mainly regards the Witness and its goals/motivations.

So there’s plenty of evidence that the Witness that we see and the Winnower from the Unveiling Lorebook (and even the Deep that Oryx speaks with in the Books of Sorrow) are two separate entities. They might be related in some way, such as the Winnower creating the Witness, but they seem to be two independent beings. The initial clue is that the Winnower in the Unveiling speaks very differently to the Witness, and since the Unveiling books were essentially being told to us in real time and not just “found” having been written long ago like the Books of Sorrow, it would be odd for the Winnower to speak like that and then suddenly become more indirect and cryptic like the Witness. It’s not impossible that Bungie pivoted on how they wanted to portray the Winnower, but given that the Witness speaking through our Ghost and through our doppelganger at the end of Shadowkeep was consistent with what we see of it in Witch Queen and Lightfall, this seems unlikely. There are other small, subtle hints, but some of the more serious lore folks could probably point you to them.

Now, my theory revolves around if it is indeed the case that the Winnower and Witness are two separate entities. Personally, I’m not always a fan of finding out there’s some secret big bad guy only to have it later revealed there’s yet another, even bigger bad guy controlling them. But, there is a way to incorporate the two beings as separate entities with the Witness being the true antagonist of the Light and Dark saga.

So my theory is this: I believe that the Witness is either an adherent of the Winnower (kind of like how Rhulk and Calus are Disciples of the Witness) or it is a physical manifestation of the Winnower’s philosophy, kind of like the Traveler (which itself might not necessarily be the Gardener directly). It believes in the Final Shape, and winnowing away everything that isn’t strong enough to fit that shape. As a result, the Witness would possibly believe that if it is part of the Final Shape, then nothing else is, including the Winnower itself.

The Vow prophecy wall says that the Witness will kill....something. We don’t know what, because the final symbol will never fill in. It could be the Traveler, it could be the Light, it could be something else. In my theory, I think the Witness will kill the Winnower and take its place, or at least attempt to. It would be the ultimate act of devotion to the philosophy of the Winnower, in a twisted way.

This would also explain why the Witness seems to treat Rhulk and Calus more as tools it manipulates rather than actual disciples it seeks to nurture and raise up. Neither has tried to kill it, nor seems to have any inclination towards going in that direction. Rhulk was almost slavishly devoted to the Witness, and likely would never have turned against it directly. Calus might eventually, if it serves his own ends, but more out of greed than an actual understanding of the Winnower’s philosophy.

Ironically, it’s entirely possible Nezarec, who is described as a “traitor”, might actually be the only one of the Disciples to actually properly follow this philosophy. Nezarec could have tried to kill the Witness, but was ultimately defeated, though as of right now we know next to nothing about Nezarec and his betrayal so I could be wrong.

While I could be wrong about all of this, I kind of prefer this to having the Winnower appear at the end and end up being the real antagonist pulling the strings of the Witness who was pulling the strings of everyone else. In this theory, the Winnower can ultimately just be a relatively unknowable cosmic force, whether malevolent, ambivalent, or indifferent to us, and the Witness can still be a villain that is a proper threat for Final Shape. But in the end, we’ll have to see where Bungie takes the story before we can say for sure.

#destiny #destiny 2 #destiny 2 spoilers #lightfall #lightfall spoilers #spinfoil hat time

[smallestapplin]

OK so this is longer than necessary and nothing to do with any of the fics I’ve written before, but Melli deserves love and attention and most of all, he deserves to have his hair played with. Once again, I have not proof read any of this because reading my own writing is embarrassing and seems like way too much for my tiny anxious brain. Usual disclaimer, my daydream version was drastically different to what I’ve actually written but yolo. Please enjoy some bizarre, awkward, IDK how to flirt properly shenanigans between reader and Melli; also, if someone could please let Adaman know what atrocities he committed in a past life to have to bear witness to this train wreck that’d be great (he's just jealous cause he's maiden-less lol) - ♡ 

Since the day you met Melli all you wanted to do was play with his hair. 

For so long you considered it a pipe dream, just as likely to happen as winning the lottery or waking up one morning back in your own world, falling into Hisui being nothing but a dream. Until now that is. 

On your bi-weekly trip to annoy him on his warden duty you are greeted with an angry, tired looking Melli with all of his hair tucked under the hood of his tunic. You almost wouldn’t recognise him, if it weren’t for his trademark pout. 

After, surprisingly, very little convincing you now had him sat on the floor in front of you, criss-cross apple sauce, whilst you combed out his hair. 

“I wasn’t sure the great Melli could fall victim to such tragedy as a bad hair day. Even gods are people too, it seems” He grumbled at your teasing but there wasn’t a lot he could do about it without you threatening to stop your ministrations; and so, for a short while, he behaved nicely as the two of you sat in peace while you fixed Melli’s hair into a cute, if a bit messy, bun. 

****** 

Sitting at the entrance to the arena, long after you had gone, Melli was still blushing. Mood souring only briefly at the thought of him having to take his hair out when he got home. You see, Melli had a small secret. Two small secrets, really. Firstly, growing up shy as he did it was no surprise that he was more than a little touch starved, having you offer to sit and play with his hair was equal parts terrifying and exciting. Secondly, he had a rather sizable crush on you, ever since he met you, you had been a near constant figure in his day-to-day life and frankly how could he not fall a little bit in love with you for that alone, never mind that you were uniquely pretty. 

Truth be told, at first you had annoyed him to no end. You were almost effortlessly beautiful to him, you had such soft eyes and were always so quick to smile around him, these alone were enough to have you occupy a near constant space in his mind. What annoyed him most though, was the fact that your hair that curled naturally. It was unfair. He spent many years perfecting the way he curled his hair, only to be mocked by the universe when it sent him you, you who didn’t even try. It was these thoughts that stopped him from realising for the longest time that his feelings weren’t actually annoyance at all, not even jealousy, much to his dismay Melli found he actually liked you, like really liked you.  

For the first time in a long time, he vowed to keep his mouth shut. He refused to tell a soul. Not even Adaman who, as if he were his real brother, he usually confided everything to.  

In all honesty, you were his first real crush, full heart speeding up, a little hard to breathe, crush. He understood now why people called it a crush in the first place. Having your hands in his hair today was scarier to him than Lord Electrode’s frenzy, he couldn’t stop his heart from racing, willing it to be over quickly only to find himself miserable when your hands stopped all too soon. 

He had no idea how long this crush would last, but he could try and make the most of this “bad hair day” excuse. 

****** 

For the next few weeks, almost every time you visited him, he would complain that his hair didn’t look perfect or how frustrated he was that the almighty Sinnoh had cursed him with more “bad hair days”. Suspecting that something was afoot but playing along, you had made it a regular thing to do his hair when you got there. Even going so far to suggest that he let you wash it one day when he got back to camp so that you could fix his hair so it dried curly as he slept. He had blushed a bright red at that but agreed nonetheless, feigning indifference. 

So far you had him wear his hair in space buns, a fish-tail braid, half up half down, a regular braid, half down and half up in a small bun reminiscent of a Disney princess and a full French braid like that one video game character all complete with little slut strands framing his face and everything. Honestly, at this point, your crush on him had taken a back-burner for a while as you desperately wanted to see just how far you could push it. Asking to wash his hair was a bold move for you and one you thought might ruin the good thing you had going but when he accepted you got the feeling that your face was just as red as his.  

***** 

Adaman was more than ready to admit he was worried. More than once he had seen Melli leave camp with his hair hidden and it was concerning. It was no secret that Melli’s hair was sacred to him, in fact it was fair to say Melli‘s hair meant more to him than the almighty Sinnoh did, so it made sense for Adaman to investigate further. However, every time he had finished his regular clan leader duties and found Melli, the man was fine. His hair back on full display, although in an assortment of strange styles. 

He had tried confronting Melli about this without much luck. He had tried asking both subtly and outright and every time all he’d get was a generic answer like “nothing’s wrong” or “I’m fine”. After around 2 weeks and 4 new hairstyles, it was starting to wear on him. He had more important clan related things to worry about than being on Melli-watch and so decided to get to the bottom of it once and for all. 

As luck would have it, he figured out the issue the same night he made the decision to dig further. Watching out for Melli to get back from his warden duties he noticed that you were with him; the stranger from the sky, the one that he’d seen Melli pining over for months and vice versa. Watching you both speaking and making arrangements to meet back up later he kept a close eye on Melli’s tent for the rest of the evening, maybe one of you would finally get your act together and confess, he’d hate to miss that. 

***** 

Tonight was the night and you were nervous as hell. You had seen Melli again today and you had been a little upset that his hair looked as fabulous and normal as it usually does, without the need for your assistance. Your sadness fading to mild terror as he advised he was due to wash it later, very much intending to take you up on your offer of teaching him how to fix his hair so it dries curly. You had sat with him all day discussing the many ways you knew it was done and asking which he wanted to try first depending upon if he wanted softer curls or tighter curls. He seemed more than a little displeased when you advised he couldn’t get curls like yours but this was short lived as you gushed about how pretty he was going to look anyways. 

Walking back down to camp with him was when you really started to panic, trying to pass off your uneven breathing as exhaustion from the rough terrain. It all felt a little too real as you asked if he wanted dinner bringing over when you came over later. Your plan was to get a little time away to panic about everything, away from him and in your own tent for a while, under the guise of making dinner, before having to go back and fix his hair like you weren’t about to be alone with your crush in his tent! Both blushing it was awkwardly settled, you’d each go home for a while, you to make dinner and him to do whatever duties he needed to before meeting up again later to eat dinner and style his hair. 

The sun started to set at a time you felt was premature as you set back out to meet Melli. Carrying a large ribbon to be used as a makeshift headband and small pot of your cooking, a dish that was as close to your favourite recipe from home that you could get, you knocked on Melli’s door bracing yourself and half hoping he didn’t answer. Unfortunately for you, he did. 

As he pulled back the door you saw that he had already washed his hair, his damp strands clinging to his face and shirt. He had changed clothes too, which was awkward for you as you hadn’t, after all that panicking it had slipped your mind completely to change out of your clan tunic and into something a little bit less formal. You expression must have betrayed your thoughts as his face flushed slightly, apologising for how he was dressed. 

“I thought the hood on the tunic would get in the way and would wreck my hair trying to take it off later for bed.” He mumbled and turned away to walk over to a small table currently covered in everything he used in his hair routine. 

Blushing you followed him, making no comment other than a stuttered “that’s good” noting that he also had ribbon for his hair. Maybe he had tried this before and hated it? Why was he letting you do it again? 

Setting the pot of food down and letting him know it would still be warm enough if you do his hair first you asked him to sit and nervously began to comb his hair. 

***** 

It didn’t take Melli long to relax under your touch. Which was unsurprising to anyone really, he just hoped this was relaxing for you too, you had seemed nervous to see him so casually dressed and he winced when he realised it was the first time you had ever seen him out of his tunic. He was mildly disappointed to see you hadn’t changed, hoping to see you in the nice clothes that you were wearing when you fell, maybe he was reading too much into this? It’s not like it’s a date, right? 

The ribbon you had brought with you seemed thicker than his own and so you had both settled on using that one, the deep black standing out against his light hair. Rolling his hair over the ribbon and securing it in a bow on top of his head so it wouldn’t come undone so easily Melli felt himself deflate a little, missing you touch already. In his earlier nervousness he’d chosen this method as it seemed like the fastest, having learned nothing from his previous experiences, and once again now it was over, he found himself wishing he had chosen a more complicated routine. At least there was still dinner. 

As if the almighty Sinnoh was taunting Melli personally, the night seemed to pass by quickly and he soon found you getting ready to leave. Dinner was delicious and he has listened intently when you spoke about the differences between ingredients here and at home, it made his heart hurt seeing your sad smile as you reminisced about a home you would likely never go back to. Feeling guilty as he realised, he never wanted you to return there as it meant leaving him. 

Overall, the night was pleasant but still he found himself not wanting it to end. Delaying you as much as he could with talks about how to take his hair out in the morning and if you needed the ribbon back. Realising eventually, that he could delay you no longer, he stood with you by the door. Seeing your pot under one arm and your hand reaching for the door handle he felt a sudden rush of panic laced courage, lightly grabbing your arm to stop you for a second. Seeing your bright smile as you turned back to him, he let his thoughts fall silent and could no longer stop his actions. Bringing his hand up to your face, he heard your sharp intake of breath as his lips met yours. A sweet kiss, that you returned readily. A brief kiss, that left the both of you giddy as you said your goodbyes. 

***** 

Watching you walk back to your tent flushed and giggling to yourself, Adaman couldn’t help but smile. He didn’t get to see which of you had made the first move but he was happy that he would never again have to put up with both of your oblivious pining. Sighing again, as he realised that he would still probably have to witness your ridiculous attempts at hair-based flirting. 

Oh this is so cute!!! You did an amazing job!!

Look at Melli being emotionally constipated and finally making a move!💜💜

#heart anon #pokemon #pokemon imagines #pokemon x reader

[wedreamedlove]

hello, can you share if the anniversary cards are all real weddings and are they all married now?? ive seen ppl saying charlie is the real one tho..

you're all so curious but you have to give me time to read these dates and ruminate on them, haha!

technically, they’re all fake weddings but these are the most real “fake” weddings or unofficial weddings i have ever seen. every date has the men being very explicit about how they’re going to propose in the future, and the heroine seriously contemplates marriage and what it means, so this definitely doesn’t feel like a cop-out at all.

if i had to list who has the most “real” wedding then it would be:

Evan = he swears blood clan marriage vows to her!! hello!?

Sariel = they literally do a wedding to comfort this grandmother who mistakes the heroine for her granddaughter (this sounds so set up but i cried 4 times in his date!! it’s good!)

Osborn + Charlie = both could have not chosen to participate in the things they did, but they chose to do so because they do want to be “married” to the heroine

Jesse = they’re actually the best man and bridesmaid for a friend’s wedding

if i had to list who has the better written date then it would be:

Evan

Sariel

Osborn

Jesse

Charlie

gods, i have issues with Charlie’s date and will get into a ring and fight anyone who wants to rank it above Osborn. at most, i could accept people liking it better than Jesse’s because, unfortunately, Jesse did get a pretty lackluster date. it was still sweet (and had the promise of marriage) but nothing really stood out.

however, Charlie has inconsistencies in his date (why would a designer suddenly be unable to sew a button properly? i could accept it if she doesn’t have the tools on hand but they don’t say that). they stepped on my bottom line in the second branch (relying on scaring your partner and no apology lol). lastly, the epilogue doesn’t connect well to the first heart branch and has a scene that made me the math lady.gif because i cannot understand the intention behind that scene.

#answered asks #光与夜之恋 #light and night #ln osborn #ln evan #ln charlie #ln sariel #ln jesse #ln xiao yi #ln lu chen #ln zha lisu #ln qi sili #ln xia mingxing

[mishqua]

Thank you @louveclaviere for inviting me to join! Sorry for the delay uwu

Rules:

post the top 5 works you're most proud of that you released in 2022 (not necessarily your most popular),

your top 4 current WIPs that you're excited to release in the new year,

your top 3 biggest improvements in your writing over the past year,

your top 2 resolutions (ways you wish to improve your writing/blog) for the new year,

and your number 1 favorite line you've written this year!

tagging @willofhounds @littleunigreekdreamer @ggadtomarry (No pressure!)

Top 5 Works!!

Well, not many really-

Pride of a Graveyard Flower

I am very, very happy about this. Mostly because so many ideas gosh and the scene that prompted me still isn't here! Harry is still building his power base (not that he will agree to it) and he met LV finally, properly at chapter 48 so can you say I am impatient? I love every thing about this. Theo, Evan, Mippy, Scabier, Rosa and Death <33 Ugh, shatter that Dark Lord's confidence, my little necromancer!

A Handful of Dreams

Somehow it went from soft angst to fluff to all combination and I don't know how it happened? But I wanted to see if I strip everything that made Harry the chosen one, will LV still be his fated? YES, yes he is!

A Parody of Emotions

The fic where I let go of all my sadistic intentions- it was so fun torturing our boy~ digging out what could make him jump and most importantly the challenge of tying a LV in canon era to Harry irrevocably oooo

I Adored You, Time and Again

I haven't managed to give it as much time as I want mostly cause irl screwed with me hard, but this is particularly beloved to me with how beautiful it is in my mind. I never thought I would write Grindelwald in a lvhp fic, but here we go

A Parody of Emotions

The fic where I let go of all my sadistic intentions- it was so fun torturing our boy~ It was interesting digging out what could make him jump and most importantly the challenge of tying a LV in canon era to Harry irrevocably oooo

Petal Soft Plunder

Not a tomarry fic-!! but god the darkness I hid in every smile of Mr. Riddle *chef's kiss

=.=

4 CURRENT WIPS!!

Ok there are a lot of things I had in mind ^.^*

Death Eater Harry fic

Less of angst, and not crack either. But going with a cute and fluffer tone. I am not saying there won't be dark things there (LV<) but it is def going to be a cute af, reckless Harry

2. Yona of the Dawn inspired fic

Inspired! There won't be anything like the anime. But there is def betrayal and a lot of wife-chasing in there lol

3. A non-human series

A plan in progress to make Harry every creature available and then make it Tomarry/lvhp- simply because I am out to prove that they will be together no matter what hehe maybe crcky, or fluffy or serious who knows!

4. A non-human Harry one-shot

Not a cracky one. Inspired by a folk-tale but I won't say it!

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Three Improvements!!

Learned to be flexible. Sometimes I have to write a draft first and sometimes I can type it out to sit- I don't have to worry endlessly over which one if perfect and which is not

Experimented with changing my tone of writing (?) It was loads of fun and I am still figuring out which one I like best but I don't have to vow by it either!

A regular writing schedule!- Well,not exactly regular, but I realized it is best to feed my muse often (even if it is just snippets), if I don't want to go into a spiral of everything negative

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Two Resolutions!!

To write more lvhp/tomarry!! gahhh my muse is a nattery thing!!

I thought writing is for myself- but I never thought crowd control is a thing. But!- never to let anyone's words take me down. Any time I feel it so, just look at the wallpaper and reflect on what (or who) actually drives me ~

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One Line!!

Everything about pogf is my favourite! But I will give you -

“Such fancy little tricks.” Harry threw back the words at the man, “The human sacrifice mustn’t have been worth more than a knut.” He mocked, adrenaline tripping over the rage as he glared at the Dark Lord impudently, hands reaching out to touch the heart of the man-

#meet the writer #tomarry #lvhp #watchingvfall n drown

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sorry if you’ve answered this i’ve not went through all your posts ahahah but who’re your fave secondary n tertiary characters in berserk n why❤️‍🩹

Probably my favourite minor character is Theresia. I love how she parallels Guts when she tries to kill herself, instead fights to live, and then vows revenge - it's such a good choice and so interesting. I just love that the first arc parallels our badass protag with a young sheltered girl, and like, it works so well. My pipe dream was that we’d get an Elfhelm timeskip and Guts would meet Theresia again as an adult, and she’d either kill him or nearly kill him.

I love a lot of the morally grey apostles, from Rosine and her incredibly sympathetic backstory and motivation, to the current Band of the Hawk captains and their fun, likeable vibes. Irvine putting his cloak around Sonia when she falls asleep, Locus getting his bloodlust out in knight tournaments, Grunbeld and his honour streak, Zodd and his parallels to Guts, Raksas and his sheer entertainment value. Even from the first chapter the apostles were never portrayed as simple uncomplicated monsters - the way the first chapter ended with Guts being portrayed as more frightening and monstrous than the snake baron - but I love how strong that theme gets as the story progresses.

And I love Serpico and Farnese a lot as secondary characters. Farnese was disappointing with going from sadistic religious fanatic to babysitter with virtually no development in between lol, like man there was so much unrealized potential for her to have an actual arc, but I still like both versions of her lol, even if they aren’t reconciled properly in the story. If I could change anything about the Millenium Falcon arc it would be making Farnese the new central protag while sidelining Guts a bit and treating him as the mysterious leader, and giving her an actual arc. But also aside from her potential, I do love how dark she is in the Conviction Arc, I love that she slowly learns to fight and use magic (the scene where she stabs a demon tiger in the eye while a bunch of knights stand around uselessly was so good), I love that she starts to genuinely care about Casca, love her MF era outfit tbh, and in general I think she’s a good addition to the story.

And Serpico is just very fun, with his humour, his tragic backstory, his chill doormat behaviour, his analytical mind, his bluntness, and his sexual tension with Guts. He’s definitely my favourite current member of the RPG group.

Thanks for asking! And no worries of course lol, I've written so much I don't expect anyone to read everything.

#ask #anonymous #theme: opinion #b

[carbonateddelusion]

Thank you for the answers. I quite enjoyed them. I would like it if you mention when you happen to play Ultra Deluxe- I do have quite a few more questions for that than I do for the original, assuming I remember them.

One more thing in the meantime, if you don't mind.

There will be a point in time the characters are returned to their normal lives, two in fact, one after the original and one after Ultra Deluxe, but we'll stick with the original here. The Narrator will thank them for joining him, despite them not doing so willingly, and will actually begin responding to attempts to converse. He'll be willing to chat for, eh, let's say five minutes, before sending them on their way, eluding to the possibility of coming back.

So, two questions.

What would your characters try to talk about, if anything, and with your knowledge of the Narrator as you know him right now, how do you think he'd respond?

Once the characters in question are back home, how do they feel about being back, and how do they feel about the chance they'll end up back in the Parable?

That is all for now, thank you.

-Anon Parable. I guess that's what I'll call myself?

mmm.. I'm not sure how the Narrator would respond to any of these, to be honest. I've heard the majority of his dialogue, but I don't feel like I have enough of a grasp on his character to properly answer that.

regardless....

Pen would, inevitably, use the chance to talk to him as an excuse to scream at him for putting her through this. She'd be IMMENSELY relieved to be back with her pack, and would probably vow to kill the Narrator if he ever does this again. She thinks he's full of shit and wouldn't take any of his talks about her being a character all that seriously.

Edgar would want to sit down and talk to the Narrator about his wanting to tell a story, and why it's so important to him. He'd relate to him the most, I think. With wanting to be "real". The thought that his family is fictional would cling to the back of his mind. He'd resign himself to still love them, even if their stories are already written. He'd want to go back for curiosity's sake, but the want to stay with his family would outweigh that.

Rae would try to humanize herself by asking why he's doing this to her. She'd talk about her family, hobbies, other things she loves, etc. She's arguably the most confused and distressed out of the group. She'd be relieved to return home; the looming thought of coming back to the Parable would keep her in a constant state of paranoia. She'd never see her fictional life the same way.

Eris would only spend this time to try and pry into his motivations and general psyche. In all actuality, she doesn't care that much. She only wants to rile him up more for her own entertainment. Upon going back to Bored Game, she would actually be upset that she didn't get to spend a longer time in the Parable.

#ask #anon parable #me things #oc ramblings #rox plays the stanley parable #tspud spoilers #pen #oc: edgar #rae #eris

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Hey bestie may I request diluc,childe,zhongli,and venti having a bad nightmare over their s/o wanting to break up with them and when they wake up their s/o isn’t there but really they’re in another room or something if that makes sense!! Thank you 🤑

Hi bestie positively evil... i love it <3 nobody question why zhongli and the reader are married in all my headcanons thanks lmao

Pairings; (Seperate) Diluc, Childe, Zhongli, and Venti x reader

Warning(s); panic, nightmares, hurt/comfort, injury mention

Keep reading under the cut!

Diluc

Diluc wakes with a start, his brows furrowed as he takes a moment to arrange the events of his nightmare in his head

Both you and he had a particularly explosive argument after he had come back injured from a night protecting Mondstat 

You had left the winery after exclaiming that you refuse to date someone who has such a lack of regard for his own life. In the long run you’d be saving yourself from further heartbreak if he ended up dead on the front porch

Diluc wonders if dream you could be right...

The red-head finally notices the cold side of the bed you should be sleeping on. He more than remembers going to sleep with you

Panic sets in at the bottom of Dilucs stomach. He must be imagining things right? You’re probably just in the bathroom

A beat passes

Then three

No, you’re not in the bathroom. He would have heard you by now...

What if the dream was actually what had happened last night. A breath catches in the mans throat as he gets out of bed and throws a shirt on

If he couldn’t find you in his home has he truly lost you?

Diluc speedily walks through the halls of his home, checking the spare rooms, the study, the library, the living room, the dining room, the

Diluc opens the door to the kitchen his heart threatening to break out of his chest at the pace it’s beating when he finally spots you drinking a cup of tea, in your pajamas

Thank the archons it was just a dream

“Diluc, honey, are you okay?” you ask getting up from the table in the kitchen to your sweating, hyperventilating partner

Diluc says nothing but opts to hugging you, his head bowing to your chest as he breaths you in

“Diluc, you’re worrying me” you tell him returning his embrace and rubbing circles on his back

“You weren’t in bed” is all he offers to tell you. You don’t push him on the details of why he is so panicked

“I couldn’t sleep so I came down for a herbal tea” you explain kissing the man on his bed of fluffy hair “I have a cup left in the kettle, I can pour one out for you” you offer

“Please” he breathes, but doesn’t move to let you go from the embrace, you can stand to hold him and tell him sweet nothings for a little while. Tea can always be reheated

Childe

It would only be right, and he suspected as much. You had told him that because of what has recently transpired in Liyue you cannot find yourself to love a brutal harbinger

Maybe its for the best. Childe concludes not paying much attention to his weeping heart. Maybe, you’d be happier not to be under the constant eye and scrutiny of the Qixing, the Milleth, and the watchful eye of Childes own fatui informants

Without much pause form Childes last thought the man finds himself waking in his room, unsure if the dream was reality or his mind playing tricks on him, he feels your side of the bed and notices a distinct lack of warmth... and you

He cries

Childe curls himself up in a ball determined to not get caught by anyone showing such an extreme and out of character emotion, he let himself cry. He’s pretty sure he’s sobbing loudly but he doesn’t care. It’s just him in the house anyway. The one person that he doesn’t mind seeing such emotions has left him

That’s until he hears the distinct click of the bedroom door open “Oh my archon Childe, are you okay?” you ask quickly making your way to the side of his bed and placing a hand on his shoulder

The man looks up to you, he isn’t sure if you’re real 

“I thought-” he starts “I had a-” he tries to find his words without seeming like a crazed person “You weren’t-” 

“It’s okay babe, I’m right here. I’m not planning on going anywhere” you console “I just had an epiphany in my dream and I had to write it down” you add explaining your absence. Childe nods along 

“Stay” he tells you as you wipe the tears out of his eyes. You nod and hum

“Of course” you lay onto the bed and let Childe wrap himself around you

You hum him to sleep and whisper sweet nothings

Zhongli

‘I can’t love you anymore Zhongli, I feel obligated to come back to Liyue after every adventure, it’s starting to take a toll on me’

‘But our vows, [name] we made a contract at the altar’

‘To love each other, yes? Zhongli there’s no love left in this marriage, you sleep in the spare bedroom whenever I’m back, we sit in silence over dinner, I don’t think I’ve kissed you in months. The lack of love itself is the breach in the contract’

‘But I-’

‘Think about it, do you really feel the same love that you felt on the day we got married?’

‘[name]-’

Zhongli wakes up with a start, his heart beats a little fast for a second. The man convinces himself it’s just a dream he had, but the coldness of your side of the bed seems to speak otherwise

In all fairness, Zhongli should have rationalised his dream before he started wondering the house like a mad man. The only time he sleeps in the other bed is when you’ve suffered an extreme injury, dinners are often spent with jolly laughs and conversation. And Zhongli prides himself on the amount of affection he gives you around the house... and in the bedroom

But most things aren’t making sense in his head right now

“Zhongli my love” you call him upon noticing him in the hall. You had just come out of the bathroom after a midnight toilet break “Are you okay darling?” you ask placing a hand on his shoulder

The tenseness in Zhongli’s shoulders dissipate as soon as you initiate the touch

“I love you” he tells you, the declaration is out of nowhere to you. But you smile at him and embrace him

“And I love you too” you pause bringing up your hand baring the ring that sits on it “And this ring is a reminder of our vows and my unyielding love to you” you tell him with a smile

Zhongli chuckles at you and returns your hug “You seem to always know how to comfort me my dear”

“It’s because I’m a mind reader” you jest matching your spouses chuckle

Venti

Disappeared. So much so that the thousand winds could tell Venti that you were in fact not in Mondstat and had travelled to Liyue from the time Venti was playing music in the tavern to when he knocked for you early the next morning

The only trace you left was a letter. Unmistakeably written by your hand

‘Venti, writing this in a letter is much easier than saying this to your face. I am quite simply tired of your antics, no matter try to talk to you, you seem to always brush me off. Be it the nights you spend at the tavern, my general concern when you disappear for days at end just to tell me you were at the thousand winds temple, stormterrors lair, or windrise, no matter how much I tell you I checked all three. Being in a constant state of concern isn’t good for me, it’s emotionally draining and I’m terrified of finding you dead somewhere, despite your archon blood. By the time you read this I’ll be in Liyue where I’ll be staying with a friend for a while. Tell me I’m going somewhere you can’t follow, and I’ll tell you this is how I have felt many a night. I wish I could have kept loving you, [name]’

A harsh way to break up Venti admits to himself rereading the paper a few times before waking up

A dream?

Venti holds his chest, surely a dream couldn’t conjure such a horrific sinking feeling that makes him want to just vomit

Looking to your side of the bed for your comfort the sinking feeling intensifies when he doesn’t see you

So it wasn’t a dream? Venti doesn’t want to call on his kin, the thousand winds, again just to be told once more that you’re currently in Liyue sipping tea with this cousin you had mentioned in the letter 

The archon sits up in bed and takes deep breaths, he doesn’t want to explain to anybody that he had a panic attack over your horrific breakup letter, no no

After calming his breaths Venti steps out of bed with a shaky few steps before walking downstairs to engage in the typical breakout routine. Snacking. Maybe when you left you had elected to ignore some of the snacks you love to litter about your abode

When Venti walks in to the living room towards the kitchen he sees you nursing your head on the couch

“[name]?” he asks in almost disbelief

“Hm,” you answer before looking up to Venti “Oh hey love, sorry I’ve got a headache” you greet properly after a moment. Venti grins at you which causes you to tilt your head. Why is your headache so grin worthy? Weird...

“Would you like some paracetamol?” he asks walking beside you, you shake your head

“I just took some” you reply looking up at your partner “Though I’d love to rest my head on your thighs” you add. Venti more then obliges and settles down on the couch

“You know I had the strangest dream” Venti tells you after a prolonged amount of silence, you hum to let him know you’re listening “You left me” he says bluntly

Oh

Damn

You bring yourself up to Venti’s face with a smile and give him a kiss “I love you Venti, I wouldn’t leave you for even the prettiest lyre” you half console half jest

“That’s because the prettiest lyre is mine” Venti chuckles and you nod pressing another kiss to Venti’s lips

guys it’s 2.42am I’m so sorry if there’s grammatical errors, my brain isn’t catching up rn

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[richmond-rex]

Did Elizabeth Woodville willing go to Bermondsley Abbey, or was she forced? I've heard conflicting accounts? Also, would she have become a nun or was she just living there?

Hello! I’ll be answering both anons here since they ask about the same topic. First off, Elizabeth Woodville did not become a nun! Bermondsey Abbey was a monastery, not a convent, which means not all of its inhabitants were obligated to live under religious vows or under restrict religious rule. Now, did Henry VII imprison/force Elizabeth Woodville to go live in Bermondsey Abbey? Short answer: most probably not. I say ‘most probably’ because we don’t have a literal declaration of intent written by Elizabeth Woodville, but evidence seems to point to her going into a monastery as being a decision taken by her: 1) less than a year before Elizabeth had taken out a lease to live in Cheyneygates, a house in Westminster Abbey, another monastery like Bermondsey; 2) Henry VII was still negotiating her remarriage to the king of Scotland even after Elizabeth had moved to Bermondsey, a move that would be phenomenally stupid if he was truly holding her in suspicion, or worse, was punishing her for treason: he would deliver an enemy into the hands of a foreign power with the ability to start a war against him; 3) perhaps less important, but it seems Henry VII and Elizabeth Woodville remained in friendly terms. In short, this is a brief list of reasons as to why forced banishment in Elizabeth’s case seems unlikely. I will explain below, however, why some people have thought the contrary. 

I would argue that there are two main reasons why people think Henry VII forced Elizabeth Woodville to go into Bermondsey Abbey. The first is that people have regarded Henry VII’s confiscation of Elizabeth’s properties as a punishment measure. As Gemma Hollman, however, has argued in her book Royal Witches: 

When looking at the document, it is actually a transfer, giving her daughter Queen Elizabeth the properties instead. After the strife of the past decade, the royal purse was once more empty and Henry was almost certainly struggling to provide a dower for his wife as well as paying for the household of his new son. Not since Joan of Navarre and Catherine of Valois at the beginning of the century had the Crown had to finance a Queen Dowager and queen consort simultaneously. It has already been seen how Henry V dealt with this financial difficulty by having Joan sent away for alleged witchcraft; under this lens, Henry [VII] giving a mother’s property to her daughter and recompensing the mother with an (albeit much reduced) annual salary hardly seems quite so malicious.

Henry VII did not retain any of Elizabeth Woodville’s properties but passed them all to her daughter, which reinforces the idea that it was not an act of informal attainder in which Elizabeth’s supposed treason was punished by having her lands confiscated by the crown (as an aside, why would Elizabeth Woodville have taken part in the rebellion meant to displace her daughter and son-in-law to crown the son of the man her husband executed for treason?) The idea that Henry VII was simply struggling financially is also argued by Joanna Laynesmith. In her view, he never meant to permanently reinstate Elizabeth Woodville, knowing he could not support two queens, but planned to reclaim her lands prior to his wife’s coronation so that Elizabeth of York could be properly endowed. 

I don’t know if it was truly meant to coincide with Elizabeth of York’s coronation — when you put his letter in context with other documents Henry VII was writing in and around May 1487, you see Henry VII was actively preparing for invasion and war against a rebel army financed by foreign powers. It might be that thinking his wife was not sufficiently independent (due to her yet lack of lands), he feared that in the case of his victory but death in battle her dignity would not be appropriately supported as the mother of the next king, Arthur, during his minority. In the same proclamation that he orders the transfer of Elizabeth Woodville’s lands he also orders the payment of a new annuity (£100) to Elizabeth of York taken out from another source, that is, out of the lands of the son of Sir William Trussel during his minority. Please, do take a look for yourself:

There’s a sense of urgency, in my opinion: ‘[...] soon upon the sight of these our letters make payment unto our said wife’. It’s not a plan for a future coronation which in any case could not possibly be underway at the time he was preparing for war. Because around May 1487 Henry was also writing and ordering the imprisonment of certain rebels, it’s possible that people have taken this decision not as a necessary step but as a reactionary punishment. This is too shallow a reading though, especially when you consider that Henry was also searching for means to finance his wife beyond the previous queen’s dower. It suggests that his decision was at least in part financially motivated.

Another thing is that we don’t know when Elizabeth Woodville started living in Bermondsey Abbey. For all we do know, the transfer of her lands and her moving to the monastery might not have happened at the same time, nor the latter the cause of the former and vice versa. Considering that Henry VII was still negotiating for her marriage to James III up to the time of his death (1488), it might be that Elizabeth had moved to Bermondsey even before Henry VII declared the transfer of her lands. Certainly, the year before she was contemplating moving permanently to Westminster Abbey. I will not discuss Elizabeth’s possible reasons for choosing a religious house as her residence in this ask because it’s already sufficiently long but know it was not a decision without precedence. Henry VII’s own grandmother, Queen Catherine of Valois (widow of Henry V) had lived in Bermondsey before her death, and Queen Eleanor of Provence (widow of Henry III) had joined a former nunnery, Amesbury Priory, and lived out her days there.

The second reason I think people imagine Henry VII banished Elizabeth Woodville to Bermondsey has to do with her difficult historiography, which as noted by Derek Neal, has been marked by narrative convention and prejudice. ‘Anyone consulting a general work on the period’, says he, ‘will learn that she was an unscrupulous and unpleasant woman: manipulative, greedy, ambitious, arrogant. In addition, according to this interpretation, she was a consistently bad influence on the king, on the court and on the politics of the reign’. Elizabeth Woodville has only been viewed sympathetically in relation to her suffering motherhood, when, like in Thomas More’s portrayal, she’s able to be seen as the Mater Dolorosa archetype. But Elizabeth’s historiography was also marked by another feminine archetype, that of the irrational and inconstant woman. Her decision to leave sanctuary and entrust herself and her daughters to Richard III has warranted, in the words of Neal, ‘unnecessarily complex speculation in the absence of clear evidence, as if it were the unfathomable act of an irrational woman.’

Polydore Vergil, an Italian cleric that was first employed by Henry VII then later by his son, was the first one to try to explain her actions when writing about the Wars of the Roses, a concept entirely invented by him to make sense of English history. According to him, Elizabeth Woodville was punished for the agreement she entered with Richard III back in 1484, an agreement that endangered her eldest daughter and allowed her to be put into a position that almost saw her married to Richard III. Why Henry VII would even have reinstated Elizabeth in the first place, or why he would have made her the godmother of his heir if he had resented her so much for so long, is not taken into consideration. 

Vergil was one of the first to suggest that the queen dowager was being punished for complicity in plots against Henry. Hall, while asserting that this was unfair of the king, does not contradict Polydore, and mentions, however imprecisely, Elizabeth's ‘foly and inconstancy’. The most forceful and influential statement of this last idea, however, comes from Bacon in 1622, claiming that the queen-dowager's estates were ‘seized’ and that she was ‘banished’ into a nunnery, though he adds ‘for this act the King sustained great obloquy’. This began to be rejected even by the Victorians. Strickland noted, for example, that Elizabeth was chosen as godmother to the king's firstborn son, in place of the king's own mother, in 1486. 

I think the idea that Henry VII banished Elizabeth Woodville has persisted because people tend to take everything Polydore Vergil wrote in his chronicle as words taken out of Henry VII’s very mouth, ignoring that Vergil published the first edition of his work no less than four years after Henry VII’s death, and that Vergil consulted his own sources and informants — informants that were, of course, not unbiased against a number of people: Richard III, naturally, but also possibly Elizabeth Woodville. Vergil also had a mind of his own as a humanist scholar trained in the classical tradition: Vergil’s narrative, when talking about women, was entirely built on archetypes — Elizabeth of York was the virgin martyr, for example, Margaret of Anjou the troublesome virago — and his depiction of Elizabeth Woodville seems to have been entirely based on the archetype of the inconstant and/or duplicitous woman.

A certain classism has also been prevalent in Elizabeth Woodville’s historiography. Her elevation as queen, according to certain authors’ explanation, could only be matched by a degradation later in life:

These often invoke a sort of tragic balance, implying that Elizabeth paid for her presumption. Sandford, for example, claims that she was ‘not more fortunate in attaining to the height of worldly honour than unhappy in the murther of her two sons, and loss of her own liberty’ (her ‘mean estate’ at Bermondsey, where [George] Buck says she lived ‘not long, but very sorrowfully, and full of grief’). 

There is a sense of perverse enjoyment coming from those authors in asserting that Elizabeth Woodville was punished by fate for her presumption and ultimately lived out an unhappy life, especially coming from authors that were sympathetic to Richard III, like George Buck. As observed by Neal, ‘generally, greater sympathy for Richard means less sympathy for Elizabeth.’ Nowhere this is truer than in the work of Paul Murrey Kendall’s hagiography of Richard III where he calls Richard III the ‘angel of providence’ of women. Kendall describes Elizabeth Woodville as grimly vengeful, dissembling and insatiably ambitious. It’s no wonder, then, that Kendall affirms that Elizabeth Woodville was not only banished from court, but according to him ‘owned a destiny presenting the grand outlines of 'tragedie' which disintegrates upon inspection because it was developed by a mean, stupid, and cruel character’.

Under that light, Elizabeth’s ‘audacity’ to step out of the boundaries of her class to become queen and/or to oppose Richard III could only have been matched by a tragic end: the loss of her sons and her banishment from court. We should know better by now; Elizabeth Woodville was not banished from Henry VII’s court. She was notably present at her daughter’s subsequent childbirth and received her cousins of Luxembourg when they visited Elizabeth of York in confinement, an occasion of no small importance. She was also recorded attending mass with the queen, the king and the king’s mother in 1489. It’s possible that she was present at court for many other occasions that have been lost to us, and the fact is that she remained in good favour with Henry VII. 

Her modest funeral, while unconventional, has been explained both by her own choice as attested in her last will as by a possible death from plague. A plague death would explain why, as pointed out by Anna Duch, her coffin was laid in its vault before the funeral obsequies were sung and carried out in the absence of the corpse. Again, in this case, as in the case of her moving to Bermondsey Abbey, people have chosen to fill in the gaps with their own views of the events, views that have been coloured by factionalism (whether the author favours Richard III, Henry VII or Elizabeth Woodville), sexism and classism. I hope this long answer makes sense, and sorry for taking so long to reply (in the case of the first anon) 🌹x

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[imjeralee]

can you maybe write for Childe, Zhongli, Link, and Human!Revali where theyre immortal or live for a very long time, and one day their s/o gets hurt and dies in their arms? then years later they stumble across them again, theyre a different person but they have the same soul. yet.. they dont remember them right away...but then they fall in love again? im feeling angsty, apologies

Hi anon! thanks for the ask and sorry for the delay!! I’m afraid I wasn’t able to write a Link and Human!Revali headcanon for the time being (I will write and post Link and Revali HCs later, sorry!!!!!) but I was able to write something for Childe and Zhongli for now so here goes.

PS they’re really long so it’s below the cut. I might as well have written some fanfics on this since they’re pretty much stories XD

Childe: 

WARNINGS for violence/blood here -

When he’s dispatched the last of your attackers, he rushes back to your side and finds you lying on the ground. At first he thinks you’re playing as you usually tease each other, and so he drops beside you with a hefty sigh before he scoops you up and into his arms.

“Hey, you good? Don’t tell me those guys gave you a run for your money,” he says, grinning. He’s out of breath, sweating slightly.

When you don’t reply, however, at first he thinks you’re still teasing but it’s quickly replaced with concern. He knows something is wrong. You let out a pained moan and close your eyes, murmuring his name weakly. His playful, jovial attitude dissolves into panic. Childe sits up properly with you in his arms, giving you a little shake and asking what’s wrong.

As he turns you round in his arms, he notices you’re bleeding profusely from a grievous wound. No longer smiling, panic takes ahold of him. “What happened? No, no, no, this can’t be. This can’t be happening. Stay with me Y/N, stay with me.” Planting his hands on the sides of your face, making you look at him. “Look at me. That’s it. Just keep looking at me. You’re gonna be okay. You’re gonna be okay.” He keeps chanting that over and over again as he glances around the area frantically before he attempts to lift you off the ground but you stop him. It’s too late.

Instead, you merely hold his hand firmly and he entwines your fingers together and you see the fear and despair in his eyes. You tell him you’re not going to make it but he shakes his head. 

“Everything’s gonna be okay, you hear? Teucer’s waiting for you to take him to the seaside, remember? We were…we were meant to go to the seaside together.” 

As he speaks, he holds you tightly and he feels your laborious breathing against his chest and he keeps talking until you go still and quiet in his arms and he stops. At first, he can’t bear to bring himself to look at you and holds you firmly against his chest, resting his chin atop your head, closing his eyes. 

Then he begins to weep.

A broken man, Childe vows revenge, swearing vengeance on your killers. In a blind rage, he spends countless of years hunting them down one by one. It’s not hard to achieve considering he has all the time in the world. His most recent excursion leads him to the final ringleader who lives in a citadel. Childe kills all the guards and everyone else who stands in his way until he reaches his target. At first, the man fights him but Childe overpowers him easily.

“Who the hell are you?” the man screams.

Childe rips off his mask to reveal his face. “Remember me?” He snarls.

The man goes wide-eyed and tries to run away with Childe in pursuit, but before Childe can reach him, the man has grabbed a random person in his way and thrown them onto Childe’s path as a human shield.

“Father!?” Childe hears the person exclaiming in shock as they’re roughly shoved towards Childe’s direction. Childe realises the man has grabbed their kid to use as the human shield. 

Disgusted, Childe is about to deal the finishing blow until he catches them mid fall and their gazes meet; those eyes. They remind him of….you

And something deep inside him screams STOP! And Childe is briefly brought to a halt in his rampage. He doesn’t recognise them, but he feels your soul within.

What the frick? You had reincarnated into this bastard’s kid??? He’s shocked for a brief moment and a few guards who are still alive manage to sneak up on him. Childe returns to action mode and fights off his attackers, grabs you, and whilst he doesn’t get the chance to kill his target, he escapes the citadel with you in his clutches and you’re left screaming for help.

You’ve been abducted by Childe and he’s taken you to the forest where he pins you against the tree and forces you to look at him, left and right, up and down. Whilst you plead and beg for mercy with your eyes squeezed shut and knees quaking, he lets go of you harshly. He doesn’t want to believe it’s you, but there’s no doubt about it. He senses your soul within. He recognises your eyes. You’ve reincarnated. 

“Show me.” He demands.

“…What?”

“Your birthmark. The one on your shoulder?”

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t have any-”

“Don’t lie to me.”

He turns you round and pulls on your shirt to expose the back of your shoulder where your birthmark is. Whilst you wonder how the hell he knows you have a mark, he lets go of you then and you quickly pull your clothes back on properly, face red. What the hell!!! 

Childe just staring at you in brief shock. 

“It’s you. It’s really you.”

A lot of emotions are going through him right now; he’s relived and so damn happy, at the same time he’s like confused and angry by the whole situation

But the first thing he does is hug you tightly.

And the first thing you do is grab the nearest rock and bludgeon his head with it.

He’s taken aback and lets go of you, stumbling backwards with a bleeding head but he easily shakes off your assault and throws the rock to the side and you’re terrified, inching away as he goes, “Did you think that would kill me? I’ll let you in a little secret; I’m immortal.” 

Not really sure who/what you’re dealing with, you flee but you hear him yelling, “You can run but you can’t hide!”

And as you toss a glance over your shoulder, he’s still standing there for a split second before he promptly vanishes from his spot. This weird cat and mouse game ensues with Childe stalking you through the forest and you’re either trying to run or hide until he finally catches you and pins you against the ground. You can’t escape.

“Calm down. I’m not going to hurt you,” he murmurs, but you don’t believe him. “Just…stay with me for a few days, okay?”

It doesn’t matter; over the next few days, you’re effectively Childe’s prisoner and he seems to enjoy teasing you; he tried to talk to you but you refused and ignored him. It was quite difficult to do so especially when its time for dinner and he’s cooking grilled tiger fish - which is actually your favourite food - and although you’re salivating, he looks at you and grins and waves the grilled tiger fish on a stick in front of you, going, “Hungry?”

You turn away with a frown and he shrugs, “Suit yourself. But I know it’s your favourite.”

You’re confused and about to ask him, but you hear him eating and throw a glance at him to see he’s chomping down and your stomach rumbles. You choose to sleep instead to ignore the hunger but you wake up during the night, starving.

“Eat this,” says a voice, and a grilled tiger fish is plopped down in front of you and Childe is there, crouching by your side. He leaves you alone so you can eat.

You’re surprised by your captor’s behaviour and you initially hate him for what he’s done however he doesn’t harm you in any way. He doesn’t keep you tied up or anything and he’s quite entertained should you ever try to run away because he’ll always just catch up to you and just pick you up and throw you over his shoulder or something and carry you back. 

Your travels with Childe continues but you don’t get the feeling that he hates you or wants to hurt you in anyway. In fact, he keeps surprising you by providing you with your favourite food, favourite drinks and other stuff. It confuses you and though you want to ask him, you’re a little too afraid as to what he might just tell you. Some days you even come across him looking at you a little forlornly but just when you notice, he changes in a split second and will grin at you. Even when it’s nighttime and you’re meant to take a bath, he won’t perv on you. When you arrive at the next village, he asks for a nice room for the two of you and allows you to take the bed, eat as much as you want etc etc. In fact, he’s….taking care of you. He even starts buying you things and whilst you turn down everything he offers, you see his expression crumble and you don’t know what he’s trying to do.

One night he sleeps in the open and you grab a knife, about to drive it in his throat although you’re not sure how much good that’ll do but then you hear him murmur, “You don’t know it…but I’ve been looking for you forever…and I’ve been waiting for you for such a long time… and you end up being the kid of that bastard…the one who killed you, the one who took you away from me….the one who started all this in the first place…”

Confused by what you had just heard, you watch him in steely silence before you slowly lower your hand and put away the knife. The next day he goes “I know what you were trying to do last night. Why didn’t you do it?” 

“I didn’t want to. I’m not a killer like you.” You quip back, but he merely laughs. 

The days continue but the dynamic seems to have changed; when Childe gets you something, you start thanking him and he goes red in the face and you also begin to feel weird around him. Before long, you’re both having food together, having some conversations and you’re accustomed to travelling around with him. He’ll always keep you safe and make sure you have a warm bed each night too. Sometimes when he looks at you, you don’t look away either.

Before long, your father’s men finally catches up; they begin to hunt you and Childe down and you’re stunned when you realised you’re about to get rescued. Something terrible flickers in your mind - maybe you don’t want to be rescued and you want to stay with Childe? After all, he’s taken you to so many places and you’ve seen so many things. Your father kept you cooped up in the citadel for years and this is really the first time you’ve experienced freedom.

Also, you don’t want Childe to get caught. You want him to run away. But he won’t run away without you. And when you question this, he goes, “I can’t afford to lose you again!!”

During the chase, a bunch of arrows are fired towards your direction and you’re worried about Childe, but when the arrows are about to hit you, you squeeze your eyes shut but nothing happens. Reopening your eyes, you see Childe has shield you with his body.

You’re surrounded and as Childe falls, collapsing into your arms, he’s quickly captured and you are returned home. But everything feels boring and dull now, and your father seems more occupied in torturing Childe than checking to see if you’re alright. You ask your father what happened between him and Childe and he tells you he killed his lover many years ago and now Childe has been seeking revenge. When you ask him why he killed Childe’s lover, your father just laughs and says there was no reason.

You’re conflicted. What is this? Why do you feel pity for Childe, and anger towards your father? Why do you feel you are more on Childe’s side now?

I’m in love with him, you realise -- much to your shock. 

Your father announces Childe will be executed by dawn and you hastily rush to where they’re holding him, hoping not to be seen. When you find Childe, he’s badly beaten but still alive and you quickly unshackle him and as he sees you freeing him, he smiles at you; when the last of his shackle is unlocked, he falls forwards but you catch him and your gazes meet.

“Go,” you whisper.

“Not without you. Come with me.” He murmurs, placing a hand to your cheek. “I can’t lose you again.”

You don’t even need to think twice, nodding.

Zhongli

He didn’t think you would ever die... and in his arms no less. He found you after the battle and when he saw that you were grievously wounded, he could not believe his eyes. He was too late and unable to save you, so he merely held you in his arms as you told him with weak breaths that this was the end. He promises that he’ll find you again and holds you tightly as he feels your warmth slowly disappearing, the life escaping from your eyes and then you were simply…gone

For a while, he merely sat with you in the ashen field, cradling you tightly to his chest before he picked you up and retreated silently. No one would see him for several centuries following that but it was rumoured he went to the mountains to bury you. He was in mourning.

Zhongli never forgot you and his love for you never went away so he’s comforted by the fact that your soul will be reincarnated albeit into a different vessel and as he promised, begins to search for your whereabouts when it’s finally time.

He roams the world to no end and many decades pass. Eventually he gets tired and one day he even passes out from exhaustion, reverting to a dragon form to recuperate.

And you’re walking home from the mountains and you come across this huge dragon resting on a rock and you’re like oh my archon. But it looks like he’s sick so as you approach nervously and poke at his body gently with a stick (no response), and also press your ear against his scaly belly (he’s breathing and you can hear a heartbeat), you’re aware the dragon is still alive. You quickly rush home to grab some makeshift medicine made from herbs and return to the sick dragon

Zhongli too weary to open his eyes or lift his head, and as he drifts in and out of consciousness, he thinks he hears your voice and he’s comforted by the familiarity and as you sit with him, stroking his horns and mane, he kind of inches towards you and into your arms. As the day progresses, the sun is particularly harsh so you set up little parasols and pull huge leaves over his head to provide as much shade as possible. Occasionally the dragon has nightmares but you’re able to calm him down by petting him 

When it gets dark, you need to head home but you’re a little reluctant, so you leave behind some food for him and drape a blanket over his body (though this doesn’t cover him much). However, during the night, it’s thunder and lightning and you get worried for the dragon so you rush back out and you find the dragon being battered by the rain whilst curled up into a tight ball and shivering under the blanket so you quickly try to move him but oh lawd he heavy and suddenly the blanket gets blown away by the wind when he lifts a claw so you race after it and end up almost falling off a cliff - to your surprise, the dragon swoops down to save you and you faint but before you black out, you think you see a young man in the dragon’s place, staring at you with much intrigue

He has the same eyes as the dragon

That night, you have strange dreams of that man. He acts as if he knows you, calls you by a different name and you are also his lover. The dream is long, but ends with your demise - which forces you to wake up in a panic

You’re surrounded by the coiled up dragon who has gotten better from your care but when he wakes up, he’s cautious and observes you for a few moments. 

You and this dragon staring at each other until you slowly reach a hand to touch him 

Your hand lands over his snout and you’re surprised he’s allowing you to pat him, but whatever, you’re super happy at his recovery and you can go home now. It’s time to part ways and as you head towards the direction of your home, you throw glances over your shoulder to see the dragon watching you silently

On the way, you think about the dragon and the strange dreams and attract the attention of a group of treasure hoarders who are wandering around the wilderness. However, to your surprise, you are saved by a young man - and it’s the very man from your dreams! He manages to defeat the bandits but you see he’s hurt and he almost collapses if you weren’t there to catch him. The moment he landed in your arms and that same sense of familiarity swept over you. You’re quick enough to react and sweep those thoughts away and bring the poor man home, lugging his polearm over your back along with your basket

You look after this young man and nurse him back to health. During this time, he looks at you strangely and when he’s sleeping, his calls out the name you were called in the dream. When you think he’s having a nightmare and you go over to check if he’s ok, giving him a little shake on the arm, he throws his arms around you and holds you close, begging you not to leave him and that he had spent eons looking for you. When you tell him he’s got the wrong person…it’s as though he comes to his senses and he quickly releases you, apologising for his behaviour and thanking you for his hospitality

He tells you his name is Zhongli and because he’s injured, you give him the spare room in the back and take care of him. During this period of interaction, at first it’s quite strange and maybe a little awkward, because hell he is an insanely attractive man (he can’t be single, no way) and you’re bustling around the house, doing chores/cleaning up or tending to your garden and he watches you the entire time and this goes on for a few days before he joins in to help when you’re hanging up the laundry though you don’t want him to help because he’s injured but he assures you he wants to do his part. 

So Zhongli becomes a part of your everyday life where during the day and you both have breakfast together before you head to the market together to buy groceries and later, he accompanies you to pick herbs in the mountain. 

One day you’re tired so he sits with you and massages your leg and you’re so embarrassed but at the same time, your heart is beating like crazy. He even carries you down the steep path all the way home. 

At night time and you sit together on the front porch watching fireflies and chatting idly for hours. 

He ends up staying for a long time and one day, when it’s time to redress his wound, you notice he’s completely healed - and it looks like he actually healed up a while ago. You blink in confusion before turning to him and he looks at you before he reaches for your hand and holds it firmly, smoothing his thumb over the back of your hand

A distant memory, more like deja vu, flickers through your mind and you realise Zhongli has held your hand like this before and you run out of the room, confused. Zhongli worried he scared you off so he doesn’t pursue you

When it’s night, you dream again but it’s becoming so vivid you end up confused the next morning, waking up in an unfamiliar house and in an unfamiliar body and screaming for Zhongli. As you calm down, he holds you in his arms and it reminds you of the dream you had when you died in his embrace. You briefly forget yourself for a moment before murmuring Zhongli’s name - and it reminds him of how you used to say his name eons ago and he gets sentimental, giving in because he knows you are the reincarnation of his lover and when you kiss, that’s when everything floods back and you remember everything 

Finally reunited with your lover, you share an embrace, determined not to be separated ever again

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