#is enough. like the amount of people who died because they couldn't NOT go to work.

[inkskinned]

you were raised in comparison.

it wasn't always obvious (well. except for the times that it was), but you internalized it young. you had to eat what you didn't like, other people are going hungry, and you should be grateful. you had to suck it up and walk on the twisted ankle, it wasn't broken, you were just being a baby. you were never actually suffering, people obviously had it worse than you did.

you had a roof over your head - imagine! with the way you behaved, with how you talked back to your parents? you're lucky they didn't kick you out on your ass. they had friends who had to deal with that. hell, you have friends who had to deal with that. and how dare you imply your father isn't there for you - just because he doesn't ever actually talk to you and just because he's completely emotionally checked out of your life doesn't mean you're not fucking lucky. think about your cousins, who don't even get to speak to their dad. so what if yours has a mean streak; is aggressive and rude. at least you have a father to be rude to you.

you really think you're hurting? you were raised in a home! you had access to clean water! you never so much as came close to experiencing a real problem. sure, okay. you have this "mental illness" thing, but teenagers are always depressed, right. it's a phase, you'll move on with your life.

what do you mean you feel burnt out at work. what do you mean you mean you never "formed healthy coping mechanisms?" we raised you better than that. you were supposed to just shoulder through things. to hold yourself to high expectations. "burning out" is for people with real jobs and real stress. burnout is for people who have sick kids and people who have high-paying jobs and people who are actually experiencing something difficult. recently you almost cried because you couldn't find your fucking car keys. you just have lost your sense of gratitude, and honestly, we're kind of hurt. we tell you we love you, isn't that enough? if you want us to stick around, you need to be better about proving it. you need to shut up about how your mental health is ruined.

it could be worse! what if you were actually experiencing executive dysfunction. if you were really actually sick, would you even be able to look at things on the internet about it? you just spend too much time on webMD. you just like to freak yourself out and feel like you belong to something. you just like playing the victim. this is always how you have been - you've always been so fucking dramatic. you have no idea how good you have it - you're too fucking sensitive.

you were like, maybe too good of a kid. unwilling to make a real fuss. and the whole time - the little points, the little validations - they went unnoticed. it isn't that you were looking for love, specifically - more like you'd just wanted any one person to actually listen. that was all you'd really need. you just needed to be witnessed. it wasn't that you couldn't withstand the burden, but you did want to know that anyone was watching. these days, you are so accustomed to the idea of comparison - you don't even think you belong in your own communities. someone always fits better than you do. you're always the outlier. they made these places safe, and then you go in, and you are just not... quite the same way that would actually-fit.

you watch the little white ocean of your numbness lap at your ankles. the tide has been coming in for a while, you need to do something about it. what you want to do is take a nap. what you want to do is develop some kind of time machine - it's not like you want your life to stop, not completely, but it would really nice if you could just get everything to freeze, just for a little while, just until you're finished resting. but at least you're not the worst you've been. at least you have anything. you're so fucking lucky. do you have any concept of the amount of global suffering?

a little ant dies at the side of your kitchen sink. you look at its strange chitinous body and think - if you could just somehow convince yourself it is enough, it will finally be enough and you can be happy. no changes will have to be made. you just need to remember what you could lose. what is still precious to you.

you can't stop staring at the ant. you could be an ant instead of a person, that is how lucky you are. it's just - you didn't know the name of the ant, did you. it's just - ants spend their whole life working, and never complain. never pull the car over to weep.

it's just - when it died, it curled up into a tight little ball.

something kind of uncomfortable: you do that when you sleep.

#writeblr #warm up #my dad was actively doing bad shit to us and we STILL were told we were lucky . and to a point i do think im lucky #i just think also there's somethin to be said about like. how about we stop using comparison to dismiss ppls individual struggles #yes there are people who have no perspective. for the reference tho having perspective actually made me really unwilling to get help #for what was a serious and debilitating mental health issue. bc i thought i didnt DESERVE IT #and i would rather have 600 ppl who aren't THAT bad get help and get heard and get seen #than make any 1 kid. do the math that i did: look at the world that is dying and the people who are hurting and say #''oh. okay. others have it worse. they are probably better people than i am. i am being unreasonable. i cannot ask for help #i am not good. i am taking too much space. i am not worth saving.'' #bc our WHOLE lives we are taught a scarcity mindset - that you can 'steal' from someone. so that instead of changing a system that doesn't #actually offer fair support to everyone #we put the impetus on the individual to just... demand less. #and here's something - there are probably ppl who think i DIDNT deserve to get help #bc i DID have it better than other people #and something about that is ... so sickening. bc i think all of us in some way at some point WILL need help. #we were supposed to make communities. we were supposed to offer our hands. we were supposed to raise the barn #instead we said: it could be worse. now handle it yourself

[sofipitch]

One big theme in the locked tomb is the importance of community, and especially with the framework of those with a disability. Harrow in HTN has two different worlds she is interacting with, one in which the people around her don't give a shit to help her at all, and in that world she dies. Then in the river bubble most everyone refuses to leave her on her own, thye chose to help her, many despite not knowing her. Compare Ianthe's speech to Harrow in the prologue, the way she frames it is Harrow will not survive if she doesn't accept her help, and that Ianthe specifically is the only one who can. Her speech intentionally or not implied that she sees Harrow as weak. Of course Harrow rejects her help. Whereas when Harrow is asking the others to not help her defeat the sleeper, many frame it as helping her is just being part of something they already wanted to do or that they benefit from (the ones that come immediately to mind being Abigail, Dulcie, and Marta). They help her but don't make her feel like she owes them anything for doing it. Which is the opposite of Ianthe, when Harrow makes her the bone arm, Harrow doesn't want anything in return but Ianthe explicitly states she doesn't want to owe her.

The same is true in Nona, Camilla, Palamedes, and Pyrrha don't really owe it to Harrow to keep her/her body safe. It's obviously a lot of work, the equivalent to raising a child, but Nona is never treated as a burden. And I hate to imagine what it would have been like for Nona had she been alone, she said she couldn't even remember to walk at first. And this is all over the series, Dulcie lovingly saying Palamedes invented the breathing tube for her. Camilla and Coronabeth caring for Judith when they were captured. Even in places that aren't tied to disability, a necromancer and cavalier HAD to work together to complete the challenges. The way both of the Palamedes' detective short stories depend on the help another person lends him. It means so much for a story featuring characters with a disability to emphasize that it is okay to need other people, that we all do or will. That you don't need to push yourself to extremes to keep up (Harrow has this mindset in both books and in both she succeeds the most with the help of others, not alone).

To go even further, it isn't just about helping one another, but the importance of not keeping a score. Don't think you have to make up an equivalent amount of help to someone else. One of the things Gideon emphasizes as the most hurtful in Harrow's rejection is the rejection of her help. Palamedes says that he feels bad for using Camilla for his agenda and she answers that it was never his agenda. Him needing her body was something Camilla would never think twice about giving. They would do these things because they love them. This is just me repeating themes but I'm so used to the Western independent mindset, and disability porn of "if you just try hard enough" this series is a breath of fresh air

#tlt #the locked tomb #gideon the ninth #harrow the ninth #nona the ninth

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Butterfly I

a/n I'm clawing my way into this fandom since salt and pepper god took over my brain! Be gentle with me since it's my first time writing for this man! Happy reading! 🤍

summery: When Joel thinks that his life is over his little butterfly sends him a new reason to stay alive. The only problem is that he doesn't know how to love but when you are the meaning of love itself how can he not fall.

Part II can be found on my blog

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World had ended twenty years ago for Joel. Even more so, he was sure that he had died alongside Sarah. If he had a chance, he would have gladly been buried by his little girl. He didn't have a reason to be alive. Well, there was Tommy, but at that moment even that didn't seem like enough to keep him going. The moment Joel failed to do his first and most important job—protect the ones he loved—changed him without a chance of going back.

The morals had to die soon as well, and Joel had learned it the hard way. He tried to fight and protect the innocent at first. To stupidly ensure that everyone had been taken care of in the same amounts. Well, that resulted in him getting beaten multiple times. He didn't fight it at first. The physical pain numbed the emotional scars. But then something snapped in him, and he longed for the first blow. Then the second. Third. With a realization that this was how his sorry life was going be for the rest of his pointless existence. To fear less, Joel needed to become someone people feared, and he did just that.

Until, after one of his deals, he ended up running into you. Completely by accident as he tried to get away from the people he just had business with. Joel bumped into you, knocking you to the ground and causing you to hit your head on the pavement. "Shit, fuck", the male kneeled beside you cursing. You just laid there, and for a split second, Joel was convinced that you had died, until you let out a growl as you moved your hand to gently touch your pounding head. He debated whether he should just leave you there or take you back to his place. The first option was less complicated and demanded fewer efforts from him, but when he saw your eyes as you tried to look around, seeking to find who had caused such a collision, that's when he knew he couldn't just walk away like that.

Then a smile crept onto your face, followed by a light chuckle, and something inside Joel twisted again. He hadn't heard the sound of laughter in years. "Dang, for a moment I saw white horses running around", you laughed out loud, covering your eyes with your hands. Even more, concern washed over Joel. Had you hit your head that hard? He couldn't afford to get you medication or even a doctor for that. So he did the next best thing - assisted you in getting up and walking you to his place.

Everything after that was made up of Joel trying to hurt you so you would leave him and go your way. He desperately wanted to push you out of his life because he was afraid to admit that Sarah would have loved you. That she would have been nagging him constantly to bring you around. Imagining how life would have been with you before the outbreak. How would it have felt to come home to you making dinner? Hearing you and Sarah laughing together. Joel knew—he knew without even needing to think about it much—that his daughter would have loved you. He wished she had had the opportunity to experience your motherly love. The effortless, endless love that poured from within you. And finally, have a truly normal family built on love.

After all, Joel was convinced that Sarah had sent you to him herself. As if it was her way of making sure, even from heaven, which Joel barely believed in, that her father lived. Not just used up air and wasted his days away but found something to live for. You angrily bandaged Joel's arm one evening after yet another deal had ended poorly, leaving the man with a nasty cut on his forearm. Well, if he could even call that anger. Joel doubted you had that emotion implanted in your brain. You had pushed up your sleeves, not wanting the ends of them to get damp as you moved back and forth between a bowl of warm water and a cloth to clean the blood off his skin. That was the first time Joel saw the ink on your body. A butterfly, and then another one just above the first one.

Joel thought he imagined it at first. He knew he must have looked like a lunatic to you when he gripped your left hand firmly before pushing the material of your sleeve even further up. Three butterflies. All inching further up and up. Butterflies. Sarah loved them; she was Joel's little butterfly. The butterfly that got crushed by the brutality of this world.

"Joel," you carefully mumbled as his fingers traced the tattoos. A flicker of what was behind the mask flashed in his eyes. You knew that he was a broken man. People talked, and even if half of what they were saying was true, it was a lot to go through. Especially alone. Especially after losing the main purpose of your world. "This… when did you get this?", his words came out harsh, as if you should have felt guilty, "Not long before the outbreak. It just…", you giggled to yourself, "Feels silly now that they symbolize growth, a new beginning, and shit". However, it didn't seem stupid to Joel even if he had yanked the cloth out of your hand, pushing you out of the bathroom. Emotions took control of him. He couldn't love you. Couldn't stand you. But the way you kept knocking at the door, concern in your voice as you pleaded with him to let you in, only proved what he already knew. You two had found someone to hold onto. As scary as it may sound.

When Ellie first met you, she couldn't believe that you two were even here and had somehow mutually agreed on something. It seemed impossible to her. You were the polar opposite in her eyes. From the moment in the hallway when Joel had yanked her against the wall, you had warned the male as you leaned over to the girl. Ellie backed away at first, but it's like you had a magical touch, and not even a blink later, she was clinging to you as if you were the last straw for her survival. Joel had only grumbled more at the sight of that. "Get your hands off her," he said, motioning with the gun for the girl to move away, but all you did was tilt your head to the side, giving him one of those looks. "Joel…" you warned him, before turning your attention to the girl, "I'm Y/N, and that's Joel. He's always grumpy. It comes with age, so don't pay too much attention to him." For a moment, Ellie got scared that the gun might now end up being pointed at you, but the male only tightened his jaw before lowering the weapon. And that didn't change when you crossed the wall. You were there talking with her, making sure that she was okay, ensuring that Ellie's desire to communicate was satisfied, while Joel just frowned.

"Here you are", Joel's voice brought you out of your thoughts, and you smiled at him softly. You had just made your way to the safe house. Days of traveling rubbed off on all of you, so you were more than happy to indulge in some peace. "Was wondering where you crept away", even if Joel was 99 percent sure that he was going to find you here once he didn't find you in the dining room. It only took one look outside to know you'd be on the patio. Curled up on the bench watching the sunset. Any time you came by Bill's and Frank's, you always spent your evenings there.

"Missed the view," you mumble, resting your chin on your knees, "Or maybe the fact that there is nothing to fear here." Joel moved to sit next to you. His own eyes admired the view. He stopped doing stuff like this. Before the outbreak, it was work, work, work to keep a roof over everyone's heads, bring food, and give Sarah the best life that she deserved. After… well, moments like this felt almost forbidden. Not to mention that letting your guard down could get you killed. "Come here," Joel said, nudging your shoulder and wrapping his arm around you. Interactions like that between the two of you were rear but not completely foreign. You two had shared the bed numerous times. Joel had offered you a warm embrace when he saw that the world was close to crushing you. But you had never talked about who you two were or if you were anything more than a bed warmer for one another. "You do know that I would do anything to protect you?", Joel spoke out under his breath, bringing you even closer to him. Your heart skipped a beat as you moved your palm to cup his jaw, leaving a couple of kisses there as you nodded.

"Do you think they were happy when they…", you couldn't bring yourself to finish your sentence as the lump in your throat grew bigger. Joel hummed, "They had each other. That's all Bill and Frank needed". You moved to rest your head on Joel's shoulder. Breathing in both the scent of him and the brisk evening breeze. "Do you ever dream about finding the love they had?", the question was silly, truly, and you knew it. You and your existential questions had pissed Joel off more than once, but for some reason, you never stopped asking them. And for some reason, even through gritted teeth, Joel always answered them. The silence fell between you two for a moment. Joel hesitated to give you an answer. The truth was that the ten years you'd spent by his side had been surreal for him. Even if he constantly pushed you away, no matter the arguments you two would have, he always came back to you. Always. And you never walked away. You were always there waiting for him, even when he quite literally told you to get lost. When you were apart, all Joel could think of, was you. Nothing else mattered. He didn't matter. It was you who swirled around his mind. "Well," the male trailed off, "I've already…" But the door on the patio shot open as Ellie walked out, still looking down at the drawing on the shirt you had found for her.

"Hey, did you know that wild berry soup smells like strawberries?", she beamed till her eyes fell on the two of you. Her face instantly shifted since she had never seen you two this close. Well, she assumed that you might be together, but since she didn't see any grown-up interactions being exchanged, she just pushed that thought to the side. "Shit man, you are together. I was talking shit about him to you," Ellie practically cried out as she raised her hands above her head, making you let out a laugh against Joel's shoulder. "We're not dating, bug", "She talked shite about me?" you and Joel said at the same time. The fact that he had gotten visibly offended by it made you let out another chuckle before you tapped his chest a couple of times.

"Girls have to stick together," you shrugged, and Ellie quickly gave Joel the middle finger. "Okay, enough, you two. Go insane, pick something for dinner, and I'll be right behind you," you said, throwing the blanket you had with at the girl, as ushered Ellie inside. You brushed your hand over Joel's chest as you walked towards the door. Joel's brain screamed at him to catch your hand. To make you stop so he could tell you the words he was meaning to say before Ellie walked in, but he didn't. Only tightening his jaw as his lips thinned into a tight line. He was a fool. A true fool who never truly learned to express himself. If only he could, maybe he would be able to call you his.

Joel's gaze immediately shifted to the window that peaked into the inside of the house once the sound of something falling echoed through the air. You and Ellie were on different sides of the island. The girl had one of those smirks that usually led nowhere good on her face. Then the sound of laughter shot through the space as you took off running to grab hold of whatever Ellie was holding in her hands. The girl squealed as you both ran in circles. "Give me the spaghetti hoops, you little thief!", you yelled, but that only made Ellie laugh more. "I'll tell Joel", you tried to threaten her, but she only let out a huff, "You wouldn't snitch", Ellie narrowed her eyes at you. You quickly hopped onto the island and slid to the other side, taking hold of both of Ellie's hands but losing your balance as you two tumbled to the ground. Joel practically ran inside at the sight of that, the worst scenarios already running wild. He couldn't let you get hurt. Neither of you could get hurt.

Joel rounded the corner, his heart already beating fast. And here you were. Ellie was nearly on top of you as you, as you two stared at each other, both still confused at what had just happened. And then there it was again. The laughter. The whole-hearted laughter drenched Joel's heart dry. Your arms wrapped around Ellie as she giggled away, pressing her cheek against your chest. Joel picked up the can of spaghetti hoops that had rolled off and were long forgotten. "Oh no, daddy is here, and he is mad," Ellie shrieked playfully, not lifting her head away from you. "Don't call me that shit," Joel warned her before slamming the can against the counter. He quickly turned around, running a hand over his face. Your expression clouded as well. Carefully, you helped Ellie stand up. Her eyes were looking at you as if she were silently asking if she had overstepped a boundary, but you just gave her a quick wink before pointing to the pot. In a couple of steps, you reached Joel as your hands ran down his back. His muscles tensed under your touch, but the moment you pressed a kiss in between his shoulder blades, Joel let out a sigh. "How about you take a shower while we heat up the food? Clear your mind and all that?", you continued to draw patterns on his skin. Joel didn't say anything as he stepped away from you and over to the stairs.

"Is he mad with me?", Ellie's voice made you turn to her. Her big eyes watched you as you shook your head. "He… well, Joel struggles with his emotions. He cares a lot, but that ends up overwhelming him, and then this happens," you said softly, Ellie nodded her head as if agreeing with you. You nudged her shoulder gently and asked, "Want to make the whole feast tonight? Get the canned sausages out." The shower was indeed all that Joel needed. The hot water took that extra weight of tension off his shoulders, and the fresh set of clothes made him feel like a new man. He was excellent at ignoring his basic needs, but with you, there was no need to worry about that because you always reminded him about all the little things. Things to made him feel better.

Ellie was delivering joke after joke while you all ate. Her energy was surprisingly high, considering that the last couple of days had been rough. "I'm telling you, he just knows all the jokes", she grumbled when Joel hit the right answer to her fifth joke, defeating the purpose of her performance. Joel's hand had slipped under the table, casually resting on your thigh, and you occasionally gave it a little squeeze as if to ensure him that you were here with him. "Okay, can I try?", you weren't much of a jokester, but everyone knew a joke or two. Ellie nodded her head eagerly. You cleared your throat, "What do you call a fish with a bow tie?" You questioned the two of them, trying not to break into a smile. Ellie shrugged her shoulders. "SoFISHticated," Ellie just gaped at you, but Joel snorted under his breath. Your eyes fall on him in an instant. He shook his head, trying to keep the smile off his face. "You laughed, you fucker," Ellie said, pointing her fork at Joel. "I didn't," Joel argued back, "Yes, you fucking did. Y/N tell him", "Yeah, Joel, I consider that a laugh", you moved your hand to gently rub the back of his neck, and his eyes met yours. He got lost in the depths of them just a bit before another laugh escaped his lips. You bit your lip as you watched him, realizing how much you had missed the sound of that. Since the only time you heard it was when the two of you got shitface drunk, and he fell while trying to take his pants off.

"You can fucking laugh. Dude, you're normal," Ellie beamed, watching Joel chuckle. "Eat your noodles before I take them away," Joel warned, reaching over and scooping some of the spaghetti hoops from Ellie's plate, making her protest straight away. She leaned across the table to do the same, but Joel brushes her spoon away easily. "No playing with the food, you two," you gently warn them, even though you enjoyed watching them interact, especially Joel letting her in. They instantly settle back down, even if they continue to watch one another from the corner of their eyes.

Yeah, this was the closest to home that Joel had gotten in over twenty years. Now all he needed to do was own up to his feelings. Admit to himself that the scary feelings won't disappear. But he was going to be equally scared with you or without your officially being a part of his life. And he had promised Sarah, his little butterfly, that he wasn't going to let this go to waste. And that the three butterflies on your hand were possibly you, Joel, and Ellie; that you were all fated to meet. Maybe you two were sent here to change his life. Teach Joel how to fly again.

#joel miller x reader #joel x reader #joel miller imagine #the last of us x reader #the last of us imagine #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal imagine

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Vampire 🦇✨

Summary: Hawkins is slowly returning back to normal after the defeat of Vecna and the destruction of The Upside Down.

Then an unexplained death happens, people go missing and Eddie returns, miracously alive.

With a taste for blood... He's still the same Eddie you've fallen in love with but he's now a creature of the night.

A vampire.

Warnings: Mentions of blood, character death, smut, 18+, minors dni, soulmate Au, blood sharing.

Don't copy, reuse or repost my work.

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Halloween was fast approaching in Hawkins, preparations were in full swing this year.

After the earthquake that hit in March, due to Vecna/The Upside Down defeat and months of clean up and rebuilding, Hawkins finally was getting back to some semblance of normality.

Or as normal as this town could get anyway.

You should have known that it was never going to last...

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The first inkling that anything was afoot was when Justin didn't show up at Family Video, usually he came in once a week to see how you, Robin and Steve were getting along.

It didn't immediately make you suspicious if you're being honest you were kind of relieved because for a couple of weeks, Justin had been insisting you go on a date with him.

When he didn't show up the next week it was a little more worrying. Normally if he couldn't make it then he would phone in. No one had heard a peep from him.

It was strange but Steve had went into total denial mode that anything was wrong, you couldn't blame him for that.

Everyone had been through enough shit to last a lifetime the last few years.

Nancy suggested you do some digging with her to ease your mind, you didn't have to look far.

Justin lived on the other side of town, you and Nancy went to his apartment.

The smell alerted you before anything else did, the faint metallic hint in the air that gave away all the blood inside of his home.

After calling Jim at a payphone and explaining the situation, within hours it was quickly confirmed that Justin was dead.

The way he died was the strangest thing. After dealing with monsters from The Upside Down, Vecna's murders this was equally as horrifying.

Justin died from blood loss, he was drained of every drop of blood. Authorities ( the mayor) blamed it on an animal attack but you, Hopper and Nancy all thought different.

The disappearances began right after that. Different people, mostly woman were vanishing off the street, it wasn't a huge amount but it was enough for everyone to take notice.

"Are we thinking this is the work of a serial killer?" Nancy asks as you both finish working on the newspaper for the next day, having secured jobs at Hawkins post.

"It looks like it. But who? I except for mostly woman this killer has no target age, he or she is targeting from a wide range of age, backgrounds, jobs. There's no pattern just that he or she strikes at night"

"Since Justin there's been no body found so that's a good thing or he or she is disposing of them in other ways" Nancy suggests and you shudder.

"We don't know who this person is, their motive or a thing. It's like this person is a ghost or some boogeyman" You shiver.

Notices from the police went up around town. Flyers with rules for people to never walk home alone, travel in groups of three or four.

If anything suspicious was observed then they were to phone the police.

Steve had taken to driving you, Nancy and a Robin home from work which was sweet,

Something else that you hadn't told anyone was that you were beginning to see Eddie everywhere, your dreams filled with him.

You didn't want to say anything incase it upset Dustin was missing Eddie like crazy since he died.

Truthfully, you did too. You and Eddie had been growing close before he died and you were devastated by his death.

When you went with Steve and Hopper to retrieve his body after the earthquake, it was gone. Swallowed up by the earthquake itself you presumed and the thought made you angry.

He had died a hero for this shitty town that hadn't deserved Eddie dying for them, when most of the residents thought he was a freak and a murderer.

For the last few months before his death you had really fallen for Eddie, you missed him so much and you knew it was impossible but it's like you could still feel him sometimes.

It was wishful thinking but shit... You wished it was true.

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The bat had been outside your window for two nights. Normally, you wouldn't be bothered about this but after the Demobats, actual bats creeped you out.

It unnerved you just looking at the thing, why was it hanging on the tree outside your house and not in a cave with other bats?

Your dreams for the following nights were full of dark eyes watching you sleep, the feeling of a prescence just beyond your reach.

It woke you up from your sleep, scalp prickling with fear.

That fucking bat was still outside your window when you checked, hanging upside down on the tree, it's black eyes wide open and staring.

Yup, there was no way you were sleeping tonight.

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Three things happened all at once, the Missing woman began to come back one by one with blood loss and memory lapses.

Hawkins hospital was broken into and it's blood bags were gone.

Eddie's uncle Wayne phoned Hopper in the night, almost hysterical and saying Eddie was alive.

All the gang had rushed over shocked. It had been almost two months, where had Eddie been?

Dustin immediately threw himself in Eddie's arms, hugging him.

"Dude, how did you survive. You were dead, you died!" Eddie is quiet and ruffles Dustin's hair. He looks so tired, he's in slacks and a Metallica shirt, hair up in a bun.

"When I woke up, I don't know how I woke up because I should have been dead. I spent a while down... down there. Crawled my way out and... It's all a blur after that. I don't remember anything"

Steve pats him on the back, he looks relieved that Eddie is okay but pissed off at the same time.

"Dude, what did I say? Don't be a hero" Eddie shrugs there's a sheepish grin on his face.

"Nice to see you too Steve" he jokes and you hurry to hug him too. Tears roll down your cheeks and his arms wrap around you, pulling you close, letting out a tiny moan.

Then he stiffens, he practically throws you off him and there's gasps all around when you look at his face...

His pupils are black, red veins pulse under his eyes and you step back stunned.

"Keep her away from me" he begs to Steve who nods trying to placate Eddie and moves you behind him.

Your heart is racing, fear pulses through his veins and his rejection fucking hurts.

"Eddie what the hell happened to you?" Nancy asks and Max frowns moving a step closer as she scrutinises Eddie.

"You look dead Munson" Eddie snorts and collapses back on his bed.

"It's... She smells so good. Her blood, you have to keep her away" he groans and everyone freezes.

"Okay, he's a vampire right?" Steve announces and Robin and Nancy look at him like he's crazy.

"Vampires, don't exist Steve. This must be a side effect of the bats venom or something" Nancy argues but she falls silent for a second and turns pale.

"Did you kill Justin? All those missing girls that came back with their memories altered?" Eddie looks up, there's tears in his eyes and he's shaking.

"There was so much blood. When I crawled out from The Upside Down, I was half starved and I can't remember much after that, when I did start piecing together what I done... I broke into the blood bank so I wouldn't hurt anyone else"

Shit...

"And those girls" Nancy asks and Eddie swallows.

"I couldn't hurt them, not like I hurt Justin. I told them to forget what happened and go away' he turns to Steve, I'm a monster man, I didnt want this. I was meant to go as a hero... Not come back like this"

Dustin moves towards him, as does Lucas and Mike.

"It's okay, we will fix this. We'll help you"

You nod along and agree with them not knowing how to help Eddie yet but you would try your damn hardest.

♥️

Two weeks have passed and Eddie is doing better, he's getting through less blood bags a day and he's more himself, the same over dramatic, sarcastic yet sweet guy that you were beginning to fall for before... well before shit hit the fan.

Hopper has cleared any charges against Eddie for the murders that Vecna committed yet everyone thought he did.

Despite everything that happened it was like some people still had their head in the sand regarding the events in Hawkins.

Despite what he is now, Eddie is still Eddie and you are still drawn to him and have this strange new ability where you can sense him before he appears.

It's like you're body is hyper aware of him, more so than ever.

Like now, with everyone at your house for movie night, you can feel Eddie's eyes on you and smile at him.

When everyone leaves you begin to tidy up or at least you think everyone has left as you sense Eddie before you even turn around.

He's waiting for you at the door and you beam at him.

"Hi" he nods and looks like he's ready to bolt but you gently take his hand.

"Wait, please. I miss you Eddie" he turns to you and he looks torn gently reaching out to caress your cheek.

"I miss you too" You move closer and he closes his eyes. When he opens them his eyes have a faint hint of red.

"I don't want to hurt you princess"

Princess... God, you've missed that nickname. Ever so gently you take his hand.

"I'm not scared of you Eddie, I know you would never ever hurt me" he stares at you for a second the red in his eyes slowly begins to vanish.

"I want you so badly sweetheart. I was falling for you before this happened and now everything is so fucking heightened. All I can think about is kissing you"

Arousal pools in your body.

"Kiss me. You know how much I want you too Eddie, I have for a long time and you being a vampire doesn't change that"

He kisses you. It's passionate and demanding and he hitches you up in his arms and carries you up to your bedroom.

You're lost in pleasure, sinful moans from you and Eddie fill the room.

"You're so beautiful" he grunts as you straddle him. Every thrust sends him deeper inside of you and he's moaning your name, hands digging into your backside, his lips and teeth pleasuring your breasts.

"I love you princess. So fucking much" You feel a wave of euphoria as he says this and gently cup his cheeks with your hand.

"I love you too Eddie" his eyes begin to turn the faintest hint of red but as you stroke his cheek it fades as quickly as it came.

"It's okay, I trust you" You use your nail to make a cut just above your breasts. He gazes at you with lust filled eyes and you move faster and faster as he latches onto your chest lapping at the blood.

Then he kisses up to your jaw, then your neck and bites down gently on it.

He pulls away and creates a cut on his wrist, moving your head down so you can taste his blood.

The orgasm hits you both at the same time, it's mindblowing. Eddie moves back to your neck as the pleasure takes over and you almost black out from how good it feels.

You're shaking from the intensity of the orgasm and Eddie helps you lie down.

"Eddie that was incredible" he wipes the tears away from your face and smiles.

"I know princess. It was mind-blowing. Fuck, I can't stay away from you. There's this pull I feel towards you and I know you feel it for me too"

Yes you do. You nod and his fingers entwine with yours.

"I love you sweetheart, we can make this work. I know it"

You know it will work, it's just something you know deep in your bones. It's not like you can explain it, it's just true.

"I love you Eddie and I know we will"

♥️🦇🍁

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson imagine #eddie angst #eddie munson angst #vampire eddie x reader #vampire eddie munson #eddie munson fluff

[crusty-chronicles]

BONUS AIRHEADED S/O HEADCANNONS: Yusuke (Yu Yu Hakusho)

He likes to act like he's some callous tough guy, but really he's a huge softie.

Can get annoyed by your dullness, but other than that this boy is whipped

Yusuke is the furthest thing from book smart, but he's very street smart.

You on the other hand, aren't smart at all.

The amount of times he's had to pull you out of oncoming traffic is insane.

Not a single scratch on your either

But when HE wanders out in the street to get some kid's ball, he ends up getting hit by a car. 

Yusuke's known you since he and Keiko were in diapers. 

And even then he thought you were a strange kid.

I'm sorry? Did you just ask him if he could smell what purple tastes like??? While coloring with a red crayon?

You put your baby teeth under the bed? So the monsters don't get hungry???

No you cannot have some of his mother's ‘juice.’

He was never the best at making new friends, and you'd been around long enough for him to grow fond of your strange habits. So~he didn't mind you tagging along.

Especially when he'd reached junior high and his bad boy facade really ramped up.

Always getting into fights, always ditching school, always getting into trouble just because he could.

It should've come as no shock that you'd get after him for his behavior. Like the rest of the people in his life.

You'd caught him one day after school. Yusuke having been in a fight, which he of course was punished for by Iwamoto. Even though he wasn't the one that started it.

You had grabbed his arm, thinking he was skipping again.

But when he turned around you could see various scratches littering his face, along with a purple swelling under his eye.

“What happened?” You asked.

“None of your business.” He dismissed.

He was already having a bad day. He didn't need you to accidentally make it worse. Yet as always, you didn't seem to get the hint.

“Did you get into a fight?”

“I said it was none of your business.” He snapped before adding, “Not like I need another lecture today.” 

Keiko had chewed him out enough, and he still had his mom to deal with at home. And now you wanted to nag him too? Great. Just great.

He waited for the inevitable “How could you be so careless!” And, “What were you thinking!”

Instead he was met with silence.

He looked up and noticed your hurt expression before you turned to leave.

Instantly he started to panic.

For whatever reason, he couldn't stand to see you upset at him. You, who always had something to say with your dopey smile. Who always tried to help even if you didn't know how.

No, he didn't like your downcast expression at all.

So this time it was him stopping you.

“Hey! I didn't mean it like that…Look, I got jumped, okay? But I put those bastards in their place, so don't worry about it.” He decided to test his luck and hug you.

When you didn't tense up or pull away, he allowed himself to relax against you.

 “Let's just go home.” 

“Okay…Wait, does that mean we're having a sleepover?”

He gave a small laugh before grabbing your hand and leading you to his house.

Safe to say he's got a huge soft spot for you.

Your spirit awareness is even higher than Kuwabara’s.

You were probably the only person who could see Yusuke's ghost floating around after he died.

Asking him “why are you haunting my house?” 

He figures he might as well explain his situation, much to Botan's dismay. But when was he to ever care about the rules.

It's during that time he finally gets to see you fight.

10/10 your biggest cheerleader.

He'd asked you to watch over Kuwabara when the doofus had promised not to fight for a whole week.

You two got along well, which wasn't surprising considering you had not a single brain cell to spare for hostility.

It wasn't long before the two of you were cornered by a rival junior high gang. You'd told Kuwabara to run on ahead and that you'd catch up.

That was when the leader decided to run his mouth. What would inevitably be his undoing.

“Now that Urameshi’s dead, this turf is ripe for the taking.”

It was probably the first time Yusuke's ever seen you actually mad.

“What did you say?” 

One minute. That's all it took for you to beat the gang of seven.

Using one of them like a bowling ball and throwing him towards the rest of them.

All the while Yusuke is cheering in the background above you.

“Aim for the kneecaps! You got them, Y/n! Toss the bastard again!”

He's very proud of you. And his pride only swells when your strength grows along with his.

Joining the dark tournament and still kicking ass. Winning most of your matches with hardly a scratch. Except for Toguro. We don't talk about that shhhh!

Like I said he can get annoyed, but he usually puts up really well with your antics.

You call Kurama rose boy, not because of his powers, but because as you put it, “His hair’s the color of roses.”

It fits, but for the wrong reasons.

You steal Hiei's bandage around his eye, and Yusuke is practically fighting for his life to stop him from attacking you.

“You're supposed to look someone in the eyes when you talk to them. All your eyes.”

And he's crying trying to stop his laughter before Hiei sets his sights on him next.

You once mimicked his spirit gun with your hand and actually shot out a beam.

His mother never did let him live it down with the huge hole in the ceiling.

The realization he liked you wasn't some great build up or special moment. 

He just woke up one day and decided it was you. 

His reason for trying to be a little better as a person. Why he was fighting so hard during both tournaments. Why he was so willing to die in his battle with Sensui.

He doesn't get the chance to confess. No…You do it first.

Right after he'd won and became in control of his body after defeating Sensui, you wrapped your arms around him and kissed him.

Pressing your forehead softly to his.

“I'm so happy you're okay.”

Yusuke can get jealous, especially if the other person doesn't get the hint.

And if someone's flirting with you before you're together. 

He likes to glare over your shoulder until they get nervous and leave. Then he'll feign an innocent look when you turn around.

But if he's with people he trusts, he doesn't bat an eye. They know he'll throw down over your affections.

Yusuke can be romantic, but only when he really tires. Usually he prefers to tease you.

Expect to be called: babe, baby, sugar, hot stuff, and if he's feeling really vulnerable- sweetheart.

If he wants to be a menace to everyone around him he'll slip in a ‘pookiebear.’ But never unironically.

You know how he proposes to Keiko at the end of the series?

With you he knows a normal proposal won't work. So he just kinda puts the idea out there.

“You're gonna have to buy your own cups when we're married. It's getting harder and harder to find ones that fit with our house’s aesthetic.”

"We should have a beach house wedding, dont’cha think? Maybe Hiei will finally show up that way."

“Y/n? You mean my wife/husband? The love of my life?”

And it pays off.

You bring him a little box one day and tell him to open it.

Inside is a small gold ring.

“I found a ring so we can be married for real!” 😃

Yup, you're definitely the one. You and your small brain and big heart.

MASTERLIST

AN: I'm gonna try and balance out my hxh and yu yu hakusho fics so everyone eats good. 👀👀👀

#yu yu hakusho #yu yu hakusho x reader #x reader #x y/n #yusuke x reader #yusuke urameshi x reader #yusuke urameshi #yu yu hakusho yusuke #stupid s/o #stronk s/o #yyh x reader #yyh yusuke

[trans-queen-administrator]

One year ago, give it take a few days, I started reading Worm. I finished it in a week. I don't think I'll ever read a story that affects me as much as Taylor's did, and since it's the anniversary of me reading Worm I think I might as well get sappy and emotional and write out how much Worm impacted me.

Tw: talking about suicide

I was in a terrible spot before Worm. Behind in every single class, failing to eat or drink or even just get out of bed for entire days, ghosting all of my friends and family just because I couldn't work up the will to talk, I just rotted in my dorm all day and let the tasks pile up higher and higher because I didn't know how to dig myself up, so I just gave up. I found Worm from some stupid meme that I saw while scrolling through social media for 13 hours a day in an attempt to drown out thoughts, and for reasons I still don't know I started to read it instead of returning to my blank inertia. I hadn't had the mental willpower to read or even feel anything in months, and it was completely out of character to immediately read it instead of just saying I'd do it later.

My sleep schedule was already fucked, once I got started it wasn't really a shock that I stayed up until like 5 am.

The week went by, I got to Leviathan, the Nine, Echidna, countless incredible interludes, and somewhere early on I think Worm became some sort of last hurrah. I'm not totally sure if I would have done it, but I had rough plans for methods of killing myself. Worm is a long work, impressively so, I was telling myself I'd finish it so I had something to be at least somewhat proud of before I went. It was a means of procrastination for the end since I didn't want to leave it unfinished, and also a road to it since once I was done reading then it would be time.

I became completely closed off from the world, even more than I had been previously. I dropped any pretenses of passing or attending class, what would the point be when I wouldn't be around for the grade? My meals became even less frequent, and when I had them it was always accompanied by reading. My sleep time was cut in half, I was waking up earlier and going to bed later all to read Worm. It was a week long fugue where I ceased to exist except for my ability to read the text. Once I was done reading, that would be it for me, and since I had closed myself off from pretty much everything there were no outside sources to convince me to change my mind. Just Worm. And it managed to do it.

Something about Taylor's absolutely insane amount of willpower just hit me hard. I remember when I read Speck and was reduced to a sobbing wreck for a day that was one of my strongest thoughts about her. She just tried so hard for everything, and absolutely never gave up as long as there was some way she could try to do something. I never learned how to put all my effort into stuff, but Taylor was inspiring enough that I wanted to at least try to learn how to try. It sounds cringey to write down, but if she could try so hard that she united all of humanity to kill an omnicidal god, then I could at the very least try to eat lunch.

Speaking of lunch, I read 90% of Speck in the corner of my college dining hall. It was like 4:00 and I was the only one there somehow, which is great because I was breaking down the entire time as I read Taylor fall apart. I don't think I'll ever read anything that hurt as much as Speck.

Another part of Taylor that was just as crucial to making me want to live was showing how much her self destructiveness hurt others. How could I justify killing myself when I just read how much it fucking tore at Taylor's friends when she became Khepri? When Lisa scrambled to just barely save Taylor from a suicide attempt in the first chapter of Gold Morning? Even when she just left them behind, Rachel's anguish was palpable, so who was I to ghost my friends because I was too scared to text anyone? I always knew on a logical level people would be sad if I died, but seeing such solid depictions of hurt from similar situations just... I dunno, I couldn't justify it when it was so much clearer to me how much it would hurt people I love.

I took a day to emotionally recover from the mental rewiring that comes from finishing Worm, and then I called my parents and told them how poorly I had been doing. I hadn't done it before because I didn't want to be a burden. They were happy to help. I dropped all my classes and went home. Worm stayed with me, it gave me some sort of substance to my life, something to latch on to. Making ideas for fanfics that I'd never write, talking with friends I'd made through Worm, rereading Speck if I needed a good cry, all of it kept me going and made my life feel less flat. Like five months later I started posting to this account and that was another outlet. It was just fun to analyze the text and make up theories about this work that did so much for me, and when I finally started posting them online that was good fun too. Thank y'all for reading my dinky little rambles, somehow I've cracked 400 followers on what was originally just a place for me to write down my thoughts during lunch hour at a mental hospital. Whenever I get a detailed comment in the notes, or I see someone like/reblog 20 of my posts in a row as they scroll through, or I see the names of people I always see in my notifications it just makes my day. Y'all are lovely.

And well, now it's been a year. Worm was supposed to be the final story I read, a countdown to the end in 1.7 million words, but it managed to convince me to keep going. I didn't think I'd make it to the next year or even the next month, but it's November again and I'm still here. I'm not doing great, but I'm here and I have Worm to thank for that.

#worm #ramble #tw: suidice #woo that was cathartic to write #I kinda just wrote this out for me #was planning to have it sit in drafts #but hey it's my blog #who's gonna stop me #anyway from the bottom of my heart #thank you worm #god that looks stupid #why didn't I just call it like #parahumans #this entire ramble #ohhhhh worm saved my life #like that sounds dumb #whatever #I'm not changing it #I haven't edited a post in my entire life and I won't start now #I emerged from my worm fugue cocoon and stronger woman

[morganalatina21]

Manipulating Death: Chapter Two

(Not my gif)

Series Summary: When Harry discovers he has a twin sister that was hiding for years, he wants to know all about her, specially about her ability to bring people back to life.

A/n: Again, English isn't my first language so I'm sorry if I misspell or use the wrong time at any sentence. Also, this is my first time doing a series here on tumblr so please have some patience with little ol' me :))

Chapter One

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"So... you're Sirius' brother." Harry started, standing on his feet in the kitchen while the man had his back facing them.

The place was the exact size of the kitchen and dining room from his uncle's house at Privet Drive, only a balcony separating them.

However, the similarities stopped there, the oven was cleaner and looked almost untouched, the cabinets were a little darker and looked rather unstable. The amount of things on the top of each one Harry couldn't even count.

"Yes. And as you seem to know, when I was sixteen I joined the Dark Lord." Regulus replied without looking their way, too focused on brewing tea and cutting pieces of a fresh baked pie which Harry guessed there's where the smell of blackberries came from.

"However, I always knew what he was doing was wrong." To that, Remus scoffed. Regulus proceeded, unbothered. "So I started looking for flaws on his plans, and when I was too deep into that, that's when I died."

He started stacking the cubes of pie, making two pyramids in different plates.

"If you knew it was wrong why didn't you run away? Like Sirius did." Lupin asked, arms crossed and frown never leaving his face.

"You don't know how my mother was like." He simply answered. "Anyways, I died when I was barely eighteen and a couple years later your sister brought me back to life."

"But how?"

However, the answer didn't looked ready to be known by him, because it kept being dodged every time he asked.

This time, it was by a groan coming from the living room.

"You better go see him, he needs a known face so he won't absolutely lose it."

Remus gave Harry a nod, he still didn't trusted Regulus, so he wouldn't, under any circumstances, leave him alone.

"Y'know, Sirius told me a lot about how your family was." He commented on it when the boy left the room.

"I'm sure he did."

"And he also told me how you were your mom's favorite." To that, Regulus only hummed slightly annoyed. "So I'm sorry if I don't see how that can be a bad ambience for you."

"Someone who drowns at ten feet under water is just as dead as someone who drowned at four." The Black finally turned to him, only enough so he could see the professor with the corner of the eye. "I was the favorite because I wasn't a rebel like my brother, so they would put much pressure over me to be the perfect pure blood son."

"And Sirius knew I wanted to run away, I just needed to have something against Voldemort, otherwise my escape would be useless."

With that, he went back to cutting the pie in perfect squares.

Deciding to keep the rest of the questions to when Sirius was present, Remus sighed and the room dived into an uncomfortable silence, being broken only by the sound of knife against the dishes.

Regulus, on his own mind, was trying to organize everything.

What he should tell them, what he shouldn't, what he would deny until the day he died (again).

The thuds from upstairs kept his heart calm, they might not believe him, however they'd probably believe Y/n.

Even if they didn't, they had no idea where the house was, so escaping again would be easy.

"WHAT?!"

Disturbing his peace, Sirius walked in, stomping with eyes wide open and lips parted.

He turned slowly, not moving the hair away from his eyes just in case he needed to hide emotions yet again.

"How... Why... When... HOW?"

"Sirius let's calm down." Remus reached a hand to his shoulder, but got shrugged away by the Black.

"Don't ask me that RIGHT NOW." He screamed, not moving his eyes from the brother. "How are you alive? I remember the day I heard you died. I remember going to your grave. I remember it all too well." He stopped, catching his breath, tears making his eyes sparkle. "So how are you here?"

Regulus dropped the knife into the sink, swallowing thick before looking at Sirius.

"I died." Were the first words that came to his mind. "Just like you just did. And the same way, I was brought back to life."

"When? Who brought you back?"

His lips were sealed. It was not entirety his story to tell.

However, not everyone thought the same.

"Y/n". Sirius' head snapped at Remus. "It was Y/n Potter that brought not only him, but also you back to life."

The older Black looked fast at his godson before looking at his partner marauder.

"Y/n Potter died. Years ago, with James and Lily."

"That's what I thought too, Sirius. But I just seen her. She's alive. I don't know how, don't ask me that."

"So you all knew I have a sister?" Harry shouted, standing on the door.

"The entire Wizarding world silently agreed to never mention her, Harry." Remus started, looking rather guilty. "The night your parents died, everyone that walked into the house looked for Y/n, but not a single soul found her. We just assumed that the what occurred was opposite of what happened to you; that Voldemort had casted such a strong death curse on her, she vanished from existence. It was so horrible to even think about it, no one had the courage to mention it, and it stayed like that."

"When were you going to tell me?"

"When we made sure Voldemort and all his followers were gone." Sirius answered. "Losing your parents is bad enough, losing a twin that her body was never found..." he sighed, "We were scared we'd be giving you hopes she could be alive."

"WELL SHE IS!" Harry screamed, making the marauders take a step back. "SHE BLOODY IS! THAT'S MY SISTER! YOU SHOULD'VE TOLD ME!"

"We know..." Sirius whispered. "And we're deeply sorry, Harry."

Regulus, glad the attention wasn't on him any longer, went back to brewing the tea, not a big fan of knowing what happened when he was gone.

Y/n had told him the basics, Voldemort wasn't back but he knew if all the horcruxes hadn't been destroyed it would be just a matter of time; people still thought Sirius was guilty even though Dumbledore knew the truth, Snape was a teacher at Hogwarts and stuff like that.

The both got used to living a life where they were able to avoid the outside world, and Regulus didn't hate that.

"And you, brother." Once again, peace disturbed. "Why are you living with her?"

"As I said, she brought me back to life and just so happened that a month later you ran away from Azkaban, there were wizards searching for the Black blood everywhere, I couldn't risk it." He explained, sounding bored. "And when everything was settling down, she started having visions of Voldemort and Pettigrew."

"Wait, she had those too?" Harry interrogated, taking steps forward.

"She did. For months. I couldn't leave the house when the man I died to defeat was threatening to come back. So we just decided to live together."

He finished setting up the tray, with the one plate of square pie, teacups and the tea pot, putting it on the table and taking some steps back, his cup ready on the sink with the other plate of pie.

"The man he'd hate the most and the girl he couldn't kill." Sirius added, approaching the table. "In the same place. It's two birds with one stone, you'd be damned if he found out."

"Would you just shut up and eat? Hunger from resurrection is the worst."

He was right, Sirius stomach was aching.

So, despite the harsh words and the frown on his face, he sat down and started devouring the pieces of pie.

"And you guys shouldn't worry about safety. The house is completely sealed, the stairs are too, so are the bedroom doors, and we have special moves if anything happens. Believe me, we're safer together than separated." And took a sip of his tea.

"Where is she, anyway?"

"Speaking of.." Regulus started, hearing rhythmic footsteps coming downstairs.

"What are you doing?" Sirius asked, when his brother pulled a chair and left close to a cabinet, opened a random drawer and grabbed some herbs from one pot that was near the stove.

The three boys seated at the table perked up when the girl walked in the kitchen. Headphones were plugged in her ears and she danced lightly at the song.

Regulus handed the entire plate of pie and she grabbed it with a smile, without saying anything.

And then, the younger Black's behavior started making sense.

The chair he pulled, Y/n used to stand on and reach something above the cabinet. The random drawer he opened, she pulled a potion bottle from it without even looking. Before she started searching for the pot, he handed her the herbs.

It was like he was predicting her every move. Even moving the chair out of the way so she didn't bumped into it.

He knew what she would do, and decided to make things easier.

"She won't listen." Regulus advised when Harry tried to stop her from leaving the kitchen. "She deals with death a lot, and sometimes the voices from the dead get a little too loud so she either sings or listen to music to avoid them."

"Why does she deal with death?" Remus asked the question on everybody's mind.

He sighed, imagining she wouldn't come back from doming the possessor so soon.

"It's a long story and it's hers to tell." He started, making Sirius roll his eyes and Harry's lips were pulled down a little. "But, basically, she's been trying to bring her parents back to life."

"She's WHAT NOW?"

"Don't scream! You'll attract the possessors!" The Black whispered-yelled, gesturing them to stay quiet.

They raised their heads, trying to hear any sound non-human around.

Fortunately, nothing but the basement door opening and closing, Y/n dancing steps disappearing.

"You didn't said anything when Harry was screaming." Sirius mumbled, taking another sip of the tea.

"Because I knew the possessor was with her, before she went to the basement it could've been anywhere."

"She said it wouldn't hurt us." Remus quoted the line the girl had said earlier.

"They're easily atracted to emotions, especially the bad ones. You ever felt the crippling feeling someone was watching you when you were on the edge of dying? You're filled with anger, sadness and fear. They smell it and get ready to take the person's soul."

The dining room was thrown into deep silence, Harry trying to be as still as possible.

Sirius had his eyes wide, the mouthful of pie stopped chewing and Remus held his breath.

"And Y/n is alone with that?"

"She can handle it." Regulus guaranteed. "It's nothing new and no one else here knows how to deal with them."

Harry kept quiet, adjusting his posture as if it'd make him hear a little better. He wished he'd payed attention to the sounds that creature made when it first came out, so he could identify it quicker.

However, nothing but silence came to their ears.

With that problem out of the way, they could focus again on what Regulus said.

"She's trying to resurrect our parents?"

The younger Black pulled a chair and sat down, legs crossed and hands enlaced on his lap.

All eyes were on him once again, waiting for the truth.

"I know you're about to say it's a long story and she should be the one to tell." Sirius interrupted before he even started. "But honestly, we need answers. That girl came outta nowhere, jumped into that motherfucking veil of death and-"

"What?"

Regulus' eyes were now glued to his brother, suddenly interested.

No, scratch that. He was interrogating, staring at the older man like he was about to rip his head off if he didn't repeated the sentence.

"There's this sort of veil that kills you if you go through it. Our beloved cousin hit me with a spell and I fell on it, she came running and entered that, and pulled me out so- why are you looking at me like that?" He stopped the story, clearly bothered by his brother's gaze.

The younger one never looked at him like that before, with such repressed anger.

"Excuse me, I'll be back in a minute." Regulus asked, standing up and marching out of the kitchen.

The three wizards stared at each other for a moment before raced out the room to follow the Black.

While the discussion was happening, Y/n sat on the basement, in complete darkness except for one lonely candle.

Sharing the pieces of pie with the creatures they had caged, song wild on her ears, she was thinking.

How exactly would she tell all of her life to two people who believed she was dead and one who didn't even knew she existed?

It wasn't exactly on her plans to bring her brother, her godfather and her kind of an uncle to her house.

So now, she'd have to smush on her routine some time to answer their questions. And currently, her own questions were ringing on her mind.

What if they didn't trust her? What if they didn't believe her story? What if Harry didn't like her? What if they would trust her but not Regulus?

For years she dreamt of what would happen when they reunited. But in not one of them she thought it'd be like this, escaping Death Eaters and Sirius almost dying without knowing her.

"It really sucks." Murmured to the brand new possessor. It wasn't the biggest one, but it certainly wasn't small. "Wanna know what's worst?" Asked, throwing a piece of blackberry pie to the creature. "I'm probably never going to bring my parents back."

She smiled sadly, looking at the circle of herbs she made on the ground to hold the possessor's power.

The door swung open, and she only noticed because of the light it send all over the room. Pulling the headphones off her ears, fortunately the whispers had settled down and she watched Regulus get closer to her, a very unpleasant look on his face.

"What was our agreement when you left to go to the Ministry?" He asked, hands on his pockets and the girl sighed. He was playing games.

She knew it and he knew she knew.

"That I'd see Harry, only do something if really bad things happened and would get out of there the moment Dearh Eaters showed up." She recited, seeing with the corner of her eyes the other three sneaking to hear their conversation.

"And what did you do?"

"I saw Harry, did something when bad things happened and got out of there. Safe and sound." She added.

"You forgot to mention you went through the veil." His words were sharp and Y/n could swore she saw poison dripping from his mouth.

She started standing up. "Yeah I did. So what? Big deal. Or I should've let your brother die?"

"You weren't prepared. You had zero equipments to help you, do I really need to tell you how everything could've gone wrong?"

The possessors around the room started waking up, glowing scarlet eyes watching them both, seeing their anger and frustration.

"But it didn't! I wasn't going to just stand there and watch Sirius die!"

"You shouldn't even be there! You should've left the moment you saw a Death Eater. You were reckless."

"I was and I'm not sorry for it. I finally met my brother and you got a second chance with yours. Can't we focus on that?"

Regulus kept quiet for some time, anger was bubbling inside him. She had been reckless, could've died and he wouldn't know until way later.

He thought about the three men hearing the discussion - of course he knew they followed him. The Black didn't wanted to give them another reason to think he and Y/n should be apart.

"Fine, I'll focus on that for now, and only for now," she smiled "if you stop this play date and go upstairs, I'm tired of answering all the questions alone."

The girl snorted. "Okay then, but knowing you I'm pretty sure you barely answered one." Taking one more pie square, she started walking. "Come on, they're so curious they forgot what privacy means."

Regulus suppressed a smile when he heard the loud mess of the wizards pretending they weren't listening and started walking with her, leaving the leftovers of the pie, and the candle behind for the possessors.

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Next Chapter

Taglist: @intoanothermind @moonysupremacy01 @maraudersarelifee

#harry potter #regulus black #albus dumbledore #black brothers #dumbledore #order of the phoenix #remus lupin #sirius black #regulus black x y/n #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter x reader #Manipulating Death Series #regulus black x reader

[torukmaktoskxawng]

Your avatar!grace headcanons made my heart so happy ugh I miss her and wish she could be part of the story still. She’d use Jakes kids to bully him constantly I just know it. When you mentioned the part about Grace knowing Spider is stressed because Quaritch is trying to get him back do you have any headcanons for if Quaritch kidnapped him like in the movie?

I feel like the moment Spider was taken she would realize there was no way to get him back and it would kill her inside and she’d feel mass amounts of guilt about not being fast enough or strong enough to get him.

Also do you think she’d be more like Jake or Neytiri when it came to the decision of leaving the forest? I imagine she’d be a mix of both especially because she has Kiri still to protect but Spider was taken so she wouldn’t want to leave him behind but she knows she has to protect the child she still has right in front of her.

My angst meter is going off. Thank you so much for asking me this so I have an excuse to write angst 😭 click "read more/keep reading" for angst!

Grace wasn't spiritual before Eywa saved her, but she is now (still likes science and wants to understand Pandora in a scientific way) and Kiri inherited that from her (so Kiri still has that connection to Eywa as we see in the film). Grace understands that she won't be able to get the answers she wants out of studying the flora and fauna of the world. She knows that some things will remain a mystery, and I would like to believe Mo'at would be the one to tell her, "Eywa sometimes does not provide the answers. She is mischievous as well as merciful. She wants to keep you guessing, hungry, for more answers."

Anyway, what I'm trying to say is that when Spider is captured by Quaritch, Grace feels helpless. She's not a warrior, so she couldn't do anything to stop her adopted son from being taken. The only thing she can do is pray. Pray to Eywa.

"Please protect him. Protect my boy. You may not be able to sense Quaritch in his new body, but you can sense Spider. I know you can. Protect him, please, if you are all powerful. He is more your child than either Jake or me. Spider was born here, raised here, and loves everything you have given him and expects nothing in return. He is more Na'vi than me, but he's forever cursed in the body he was given. Just-- please keep him safe. And if you have any influence over Quaritch, give him a gentle soul. At least make sure that the sonovabitch treats his son gently. If he is to be his father from here on out, please help him See Spider through my eyes."

She doesn't want to leave the forest. She tells Jake as such, "We can do good here. We can make our stand HERE. We can help find my son HERE."

Technically, Jake can't force her to go with. Since she's alive, he never adopted Kiri. But she grew up alongside his kids. She was raised beside Neteyam, Lo'ak, and Tuk like they were her siblings. So was Spider. Jake wants them all to stick together. "Sullys stick together."

That card doesn't work on Grace, so he takes a different approach. He plays the Sylwanin card. He plays the Hometree card and Tsu'tey card. Grace's attachment to those lost souls is what tugs at her heart strings. Jake knows that Grace blames the humans for the deaths of her brightest students, children she misses dearly. Jake reasons with her. He says that all of that will happen again if they stay. If the Sky People come after them, then the Omaitkaya will die. Anyone who harbors Jake and his family will died, and Grace will be forced to live through that guilt and pain again.

And, let's remind everyone loud and clear. Spider is her boy, but so is Jake. Jake was her first boy and she may be hard on him and pushes him around and uses his kids against him, but she can never stay mad at Jake and can usually never say no to him.

So anon, you're 100% right. Grace sees both Jake's and Neytiri's point and it's a constant battle in her head and in her heart.

She's forced to say goodbye to Mo'at and all of her students, little kids who cry as she leaves with Kiri and the Sullys. They cling to her and her daughter, calling them 'sister' and 'mother' in both Na'vi and English because Grace is such a good teacher. It only makes her feel worse. Not only is she leaving her boy behind to keep her daughter safe, but she's leaving the rest of her children as well.

Neytiri is holding Tuk's hand in one and Grace's hand in the other. All three are crying. Grace doesn't have an ikran, so she flies with Kiri.

So I know I mentioned wanting to see Grace on a skimwing. But for some reason, I don't see her riding an ikran. Like I said, Grace wasn't a warrior before Spider was taken (therefore, she couldn't save him). She was still a scientist at heart and just wanted to figure out how things work. I think once Spider is taken, things change. Yes, she still loves trying to figure out how things work, but now she's motivated to do more. To be more.

She starts training alongside the Metkayina. She learns to hold her breath, learn the sign language, and especially learn how to hunt. She tames a skimwing the first time, determination flowing through their bond. The skimwing she chose to ride knows that she's motivated to one day go after the man who took her son and that skimwing is all for it. It respects her immediately and pushes her to be better at riding.

She's not going to be helpless the next time her children need her roams around.

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I'm making this a whole new tag and putting it in my official masterlist! So keep leaving requests, discussions, and asks in my ask box! My masterlist is the top pinned post and the tag for this whole au is #avatar!grace lives au

#avatar!grace lives au #keep requesting i need more of this au #avatar 2 #avatar the way of water #avatar 2009 #avatar #avatar way of water #avatar imagine #james cameron avatar #atwow #james cameron #atwow headcanons #grace augustine #avatar wow #atwow kiri #avatar kiri #kiri #adopted spider socorro #adopted spider #spider socorro #miles spider socorro #jake sully #colonel miles quaritch #recom quaritch #sigourney weaver #headcanon #avatar headcanons #atwow headcanon

[rwby-encrusted-blog]

???: Hello? Who are you?

Ruby: I ... My Name's Ruby.

???: That's a lovely Name, you share it with my younger daughter. Where are you?

Ruby: I- I- ... You sound familiar ...

Summer: *Walking into view* What do you-

Ruby: ... Mom?

Summer: RUBY?!?!

Ruby: *Tearing up* MOM!

Summer: *Also Crying* RUBY!

They rush together, holding each other close, hugging so tight it had to be painful.

Summer: How- Why Are you here? You shouldn't- I-

Ruby: Mom, I'm sorry- I'm sorry- I did my best-

Summer: Ruby, Take a Breathe, and if anyone should be apologizing it's me. What Happened? Why are you here?

Ruby: I- I followed my dream of becoming a Huntress- I got into Beacon Early-

Summer: You What?

Ruby: I .. Got into Beacon ... Early?

Summer: Do you know what Ozpin's Deal is?

Ruby: I know that The Maidens and the Girl in The Tower are real. That and The Girl that fell through the world.

Summer: *Pinching her nose, clearly upset and worried* Okay. Is that why you're here.

Ruby: We- we were getting the Staff of Creation while Salem was actively attacking Atlas, and we made a path to Vacuo.

Ruby: Me, Yang, and our Teammates - and a Friend - Fell off the Path into the Ever After.

Summer: ... So the Jabberwocker got you?

Ruby: N-No ... Someone we fought along the way wanted me dead so ... she made me give Up. I drank her tea, which had a leaf in it- I-

Summer: You weren't killed?

Ruby: .. Not ... I ...

Ruby: *Crying again* I- I decided not to be me anymore ...

Summer: *Holding her cheek, also crying again* Oh, Ruby, I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry you got caught up in all this. I'm sorry I couldn't stop Salem for you- I tried, and I'm sorry I failed. I'm sorry you chose to end your life ... But ... You haven't. Not yet.

Ruby: What do you mean?

Summer: You ... Aren't dead. You're ascending. Somewhere between Life and Death. You can still live.

Ruby: How? After every way I failed everyone-

Ruby: I made Atlas Fall! I Watched a Friend Die right in front of me Because I wasn't fast enough! Another friend sacrificed herself to save others, and She'd already Died once! Hell! My best friend since Day one got stuck here for half his lifetime, and now probably hates me!

Ruby: I've Gotten people Killed Mom! What good are Silver Eyes if I'm not good enough to save people without them!

Summer: ... Ruby. Did your plans fail because they were bad or because people got in the way of them? Have people died because you got them killed or because you were exhausted and got blindsided?

Summer: I don't know how old you are, but I'm guessing you can't drink yet, given how long I think it's been.

Summer: You're young. Just over half my age at most.

Summer: You got your hands on a Relic?

Ruby: On the Lamp and the Staff, but Salem stole them back, and she's got a maiden on her side.

Summer: Ruby, I never even saw the Relics. I never met a Maiden. I was born into a quiet life, and disappeared, with the amount of people knowing where I was able to be counted a hand that's lost three fingers.

Summer: You have gone so far and beyond what I did. I- I don't know that full story, obviously, but it feels like you're putting all the blame on yourself. You're amazing. You're strong, and smart, and kind.

Summer: Ruby Ginosa Rose. You are my Daughter, and I love you. I don't know what you have to do, but please, please don't let go of yourself completely just yet.

Ruby: ...

Summer: I can only imagine how hard it's been on you, But I trust you to pull through. You've gotten help if you've got a team at your back. Even if you don't, someone else will. Try and find the people that would keep walking after you fall and try to team up with them. you'll make even bigger strides together.

Ruby: ... Thanks Mom. I ... I needed to hear that. Thank you.

Summer: ...

Ruby: ... Yang's got a girlfriend!

Summer: That's great to know Ruby, But I think it's time for you to head back out.

Ruby: *Beginning to fade from this place* Yeah, YEah! I can do this, The world can do this! Thanks Mom! Love you!

Summer: I love you too rosebud, and Tell Yang I miss and Love her a lot too!

Ruby: *Continuing to fade*

Summer: Oh and one more thing!

Ruby: *Almost gone to the Blacksmith* Hmm?

Summer: If I see you within the next Fifty Years You are grounded Missy!

Ruby: *Fully disappearing* You got it Mom-

#rwby #ruby rose #summer rose #rwby volume nine #rwby volume 9 #greenlight volume 10

[ystrike1]

My Suha - By Chahyun (9/10)

The long wait was worth it. This is a long, dramatic read that features a surprising amount of realism. If you're looking for a light rich guy/secretary story go somewhere else. The side characters are great. The villains are hateable, and there is no perfect happy ending. Life doesn't work like that.

Suha is kind of a slut. He's 32 and he isn't into commitment. He has a favorite gay bar. He's got a great job as a corporate secretary, because he's got great connections. The owner of the company is basically his grandmother, so he was able to get opportunities that would otherwise not be possible. His father died, so grandma CEO took his whole family in. It's kind of implied that he was an important employee, and grandma owed him alot of favors. How sweet...

Not.

Suha is basically a modern indentured servant. CEO Grandma is the ultimate villain, who always believes she is right. Question everything. Alot of the people in Suha's past have used him.

Suha used to care for grannies not-so-beloved grandson, Jiwoon, when he was still a child. Jiwoon was "slow". He is the black sheep of the family. His parents abandoned him. His father left the family because, shocker, Granny was so controlling that she tried to force him to get a divorce. Apparently, his wife wasn't good enough. That's a sane and nice thing to say. His father ran off with his wife, but he left his son behind. He believed that his son should benefit from the family fortune. His father wasn't confident enough. He thought Jiwoon would resent him one day, if he took away the boy's chance to be rich and privileged.

Jiwoon, of course, quickly developed abandonment issues and his health got bad. Grandma favors her other grandson, from her more obedient son. Jiwoon dealt with near constant emotional abuse and neglect. In a gold cage, with five star food.

Suha was his only light, and Suha has no clue.

Suha becomes Jiwoon's secretary. It's a coincidence. Jiwoon is really, really repressed. He is also bisexual. He's had a crush on Suha for uh...about 15 years??? He wanted to get over it, but he couldn't. He's really, really good at repressing his emotions. Grandma and Suha don't even know he's interested in men.

He starts to snap slowly.

This is Ms. Choi. We love Ms. Choi. We love all the side characters that aren't villains. She's a potential wife for Jiwoon, but she notices he's crazy first. She knows he's dead serious about being with Suha forever. Suha sure doesn't. He doesn't figure it out for ages. Ms. Choi's sharp instincts are our first real hint.

Something Is Very Wrong With Him.

Suha and Jiwoon start hooking up.

Suha thinks it's not serious. Jiwoon plays along. He tells white lies, but he does want to date.

Small problem.

Suha "dated" his extremely abusive and spoiled brother. You know, the grandson granny prefers???

Do-hyeok is a monster. He only thinks about using the people around him for cash or pleasure. He's also into men, and women. He's a lecherous and merciless person. Suha has always been an attractive man. He took advantage of Suha's youth, and his grateful debt to granny, to drag him into a casual relationship.

Suha genuinely loved him. Do-hyeok pressured him into group play, and it basically got to the point where he was Suha's pimp. What happened in their relationship is...detailed and awful, and it explains why Suha is so afraid of commitment.

He thinks love doesn't last.

Jiwoon really does love Suha. He lays it on thick. He waits for Suha to get more comfortable. They go to the gym in matching clothes. Jiwoon sometimes follows him around. Jiwoon sometimes uses Suha's sister to track his location, daily life, and habits. Jiwoon knows what he likes in bed. Jiwoon hates his whole family and the company that currently makes him rich.

He has no friends.

He is the same antisocial boy he was.

He's just better at hiding it.

Do-hyeok attacks Suha. It's an amazing and dramatic arc. Suha bites his tongue and he ends up saving Jiwoon in the end too. It's great. Love wins. The evil is defeated.

....Jiwoon starts to get more controlling after Suha is injured.

He steals Suha's phone.

He tells Suha to quit his job, and somehow things still keep escalating.

We reach a breaking point where Suha is constantly reassuring his boyfriend. Jiwoon begs Suha to stay. He says he's everything, but that's too much. After a whole month of bring imprisoned with lies Suha snaps.

After the Do-hyeok situation Suha was put on leave to recover. Jiwoon extended this leave, and he started isolating Suha. Suha has friends and a loving family. All of them start looking for him. Jiwoon goes off the deep end, believing that Suha will delete everyone and wait at home for him forever.

It's all for his sake.

Jiwoon takes Do-hyeok down, while Suha is locked up in a safe luxury apartment. His fraudulent spending is exposed thanks to Suha's amazing friends and Jiwoon's obsessive desire for vengeance. Justice comes, but when it does Suha wants to go back to work.

Jiwoon doesn't want him to go back to work.

Suha leaves the prison of love, and he says he needs a break.

After a break Jiwoon tells Suha to come back to work. He does. Jiwoon has become his old self. The shell of perfection with no particular feelings for anyone. The perfect businessman, but his clothes are even nicer. He looks great. Suha thinks that he may have moved on, but Jiwoon is trying to be normal so he can be the right partner for Suha.

Suha says he loves Jiwoon. He doesn't have to be perfect and polite all the time....but uhhhh hiding his phone, using his sister, and trying to eliminate all of his friends...wasn't good.

Suha and Jiwoon go visit Jiwoon's parents, so the healing process can begin. It turns out that Jiwoon has two adult siblings he will never know. His parents had them after they abandoned him. He decides that he can't forgive them, but he wishes them well.

He moves on to a better chapter of his life, with Suha.

I would have made this review longer, but this story really is worth reading. It's dramatic, but the characters feel real and rough and sad. They're adults in their thirties struggling with being queer and lonely and emotional baggage. Jiwoon is also an enjoyable yandere, who does deserve his bittersweet happy ending.

#yandere #male yandere #yandere male #yandere boy #recommendations #recs #rec #recommended #webtoon #yaoi #my suha

[number1mongrel]

parallels of Gilgamesh as a savior

You know, Gil actually has a huge amount of parallels with Saber, Castoria, and Morgan, it's just that we only ever see him once his journey is complete so it doesn't feel as tragic. Not exactly the same of course, and Gil ends up better in the end than the others, however the origins are surprisingly similar, or at the very least mirror each other.

Destined saviors born with a purpose too great for any one person, so much pressure the majority of people couldn't handle it.

Like Castoria, Gil had no choice in becoming the wedge of heaven, his destiny was instilled upon him by the gods before he was born, and he was given the power of clairvoyant sight which showed him endless timelines in possibilities, many of them filled with destruction. Endless information, enough that according to Sheba's interlude, he had to learn how to suppress it. He sees the deaths of his loved ones before they come, as shown by how he nearly panicked when Siduri was about to go to her death in Babylonia.

However, like Morgan, Gilgamesh rejected his destiny, while simultaneously accepting it. The gods wanted him to crush humans under his heel, to prevent them from creating and discovering so humans would remain reliant on the gods forever. But Gil grew to love humans so much he decided to take their side instead, preventing the gods from holding onto their already slipping control. He decided he would become a guardian of humanity, the sole decider and protector of its fate. To do this, he could not grow close to humans, he had to cut himself off emotionally in order to be impartial. As mentioned in CCC, the only reason he was able to grow close to Enkidu and love them is because they were neither human nor god. At last, Gilgamesh had an equal he was able to relax around, someone who understood what it was like to be all alone in the world, the only creature of his kind. When Enkidu died, even after Gilgamesh went on his journey and became wise, his decision to never become close to anyone else remains firm. He is eternally isolated, unable to let himself let his guard down around anyone. Even when he grows attached to a human, like Hakuno, he cannot see them as an equal and be vulnerable around them, because he will always be the wedge of heaven.

Saber, meanwhile, willingly chose to be a savior. She had a choice, took it upon herself to give up companionship in order to take up the sword. She gained everything, then lost it and regretted it, cared for but still distant and not understood by anyone. It was only in her afterlife (or rather in an eternity of a split second right before her death), that she was able to find peace and companionship.

Gilgamesh had no choice in becoming the wedge of heaven, and was born completely alone and isolated. He gained love and companionship in his life, but lost that love. His country did not fall to ruin, and he remained proud. But he returned to being alone, and continued to be alone for all of time, even in his afterlife.

#gilgamesh #fate grand order #fate stay night #fgo #castoria #artoria pendragon #morgan #fate meta #gil bby

[sleepytownez]

can i throw a crazysilly vox theory at you for your opinion? You don’t have to answer if it’s not ur jaaam! ok it goes like this: so val says to vox that alastor owes them more than money, + vox’s hmm erotiiiic obsession with alastor, + alastor being ace, + vox’s nerd vest, (+some personal aroace experience) = could part of vox’s beef with alastor be that vox might’ve been “nice guy” pals with alastor and expected/thought he was owed a relationship? and obviously alastor turned him down. but vox might’ve seen it as being a tease or playing really hard to get or alastor thinking he’s too good for vox or sex. and vox’s reaction to the rejection/denial came with a side dish of uhh conscious or unconscious aphobia (no hate on vox just hes in hell anyhow, and with val it wouldn’t be a huge shocker if he thought that way too, given, everything) and it feeds into his fixation? big leap of a silly theory but it crossed my mind ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Honestly I think it definitely could be. As someone who is also aroace, I've had people that when I said no to them, they immediately thought I was lying or that I was seeing someone else/they hadn't tried hard enough.

It's definitely common for people to do that, that they deserve something.

As for Vox? I honestly think right now it could go either way, we still don't have to much info on how they were back then or even how Vox was back then. However I do agree I think there definitely was some amount of romantic feelings coming from Vox at the the very least.

If we were to go down the rabbit hole here with this line of thought, I think it would probably be accidental? Aphobia from Vox considering when the two died, and I mean it's pretty much canon Alastor doesn't even know what aroace is considering when he died and him not getting Rosies joke.

Vox I'd say in my opinion would be the type to expect a relationship, more than the idea that it's something owed to him (that's more of valentinos thing I bet) I feel like it would probably be Vox just getting ahead of himself, maybe thinking Alastor liked him back a.k.a: he fell in love with alastor so maybe he started interpreting normal stuff the wrong way (ive had this happen irl) , and just couldn't accept that he didn't because he was so up in his head about it?

Vox keeps up with the trends so I would bet he probably knows what aroace is by now but considering that Alastor doesn't know....there's like a very funny possibility that Vox STILL doesn't know that alastor is aroace, which to me is sorta hilarious and pathetic at the same time.

Now IF HE EVER FIGURED IT OUT? I don't think he'd respect it honestly. He's way too obsessed with alastor, again I've seen people be supportive of aroace people until it's someone they liked. Vox seems like that type of guy honestly.

It's a pretty cool theory/idea, It was fun to think about!

#hazbin hotel #i basically wrote fanfiction but isnt that all theories #bah #ask #vox hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vox #alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #thank you for asking #vox is an evil mfer but like they both didnt have any idea back then lol #also believable that he got worse after all the shit with alastor went down #radiostatic

[antianakin]

Ok I’ve got to ask: what’s your perspective on ventress? Bc I feel like I’ve seen you talk about pretty much every other major character from tcw but I don’t think I’ve ever seen you talk about her. Is she just one of those characters that you’re neutral/have no opinion on?

Yeah I'm generally fairly neutral about her because I don't think they DID much with her. My strongest feeling about her is that I kinda hate her with Quinlan Vos. I haven't even read Dark Disciple because I heard it sucks, but what I do know about their relationship in that novel just doesn't appeal to me.

I think Ventress kind-of got the short straw in a lot of ways in TCW. She's primarily a pretty basic second or third tier villain in earlier seasons and her whole "redemption arc" is primarily utilized to bring back Maul and then she kinda just disappears mostly and her character never ends up really going anywhere interesting after she leaves Dooku and the Nightsisters are killed. I wish they had done something MORE with her after they started to "redeem" her, but they just... don't. So she ends up a kind-of basic villain and a kind-of mediocre... anti-hero? Sort-of? And then she dies in a novel or something apparently, so. Whatever.

She's not a character I see a lot of people trying to really woobify either, which is usually what turns me off of the "evil" characters. I think she generally does the job she's supposed to do as a villain and then she just kind-of fades into the background afterwards, and I don't tend to have strong feelings about the background lol.

I think if anybody tried to argue that she was ever a GOOD PERSON, I'd probably have strong feelings about that. She's not. She has a relatively interesting tragic backstory that absolutely doesn't get touched on as much as it should've (her relationship to the Jedi REALLY could've been a great way to expand upon her as she developed further away from selfishness), but she's very much a villain who does really awful shit to people for a long time. And even after she leaves the Sith behind, she's primarily still just doing things for selfish reasons rather than because it's the right thing to do or whatever. And that's not a BAD thing necessarily as a character choice, it makes her more interesting to be so self-serving and struggling with not being totally evil anymore and what that means. Honestly, I would've found a quick switch into goodness pretty unbelievable anyway.

Ventress is one of Star Wars's relatively few female villains, so it's definitely kind-of sad that the writers really just never cared about her all that much and the one place she gets a little bit more focus couldn't think of anything better to do with her than to give her a romance. Boo. So yeah, I don't think about her too often, I don't have super strong feelings about her because I don't think she's quite enough of a fan favorite to have a bunch of stans insisting she was actually right the whole time etc etc, so I can appreciate her for what she is even if it doesn't amount to much.

#star wars #asajj ventress #she lands solidly in the category of 'not my FAVORITE but i don't hate her either'

[nightshadehoney]

I never watched James Somerton's shitty Killing Stalking video because I was trying to be good to myself and avoid something that I knew would make me very angry. In fact, I never watched any of his stuff because the fact that he made a video like that was enough to discount any thing he ever had to say (also I heard about the Celluloid Closet plagiarism).

But man, is the James Somerton discourse bringing a lot of Killing Stalking-related feelings back up for me. Because I'm mad; I'm still so mad. There are a suprising amount of people on social media who are saying they never watched any of his stuff except for the Killing Stalking video. I'm annoyed not just to find out that the vid had that sort of reach and influence, but also because Somerton's unmasking hasn't seemed to make people reasses the validity of the kind of thing he was saying. People are just now being like "hmm I think this guy might have Issues With Women" but that doesn't warrant any reflection on what exactly the motivation is of people who complain about women enjoying a niche webcomic? Because I don't actually believe you're concerned about the influence of some obscure piece of media when you advertise its existence to your large audience many of whom had not heard of it and would never have heard of it but for your transparent outrage porn video. It's rage bait and the target was women that are perceived as straight. A big channel has publicized the fact that they excised a section that endorsed the opinions in this video from their own because they became aware of Somerton's plagiarism and dishonesty (presumably; if it was actually because they recognized his views were coming from a sexist place I would welcome a clarification). And you know, I don't think that's a good look actually. That you needed to be told he was a bad person and couldn't idependently put together that the misogynist man was saying misogynist things.

The comic ended years ago and the fandom has gone mostly quiet, but to this day people are still the peddling the"fujoshi/stupid teenage girls who don't know what's good for them are shipping these characters because they are too braindead to realize it's not a romance; it's a horror, two things I believe are mutually exclusive. I am smarter than all of these cringe degenerates" bullshit. It's in the comments of the hbomberguy video even; one comment was such a gross misrepresentation of the series that my friend needed to talk me down from getting into a pointless youtube comments argument (bless him) because these people are officially making me lose my marbles.

This narrative is full of shit, it's demonstrably not fucking true. You can go on the artist's twitter right now and its full of her retweeting shippy fanart of that pairing readers were apparently never intended to ship.

(I don't think Koogi knows or cares about James Somerton; she just reblogs the works of fans who tag her. This made me laugh though).

Now this is all speculation because he died decades before social media existed, but I think if Nabokov was alive today his twitter would not be full of Humbert Humbert x Dolores Haze fanart. And yet, I have unironically seen people compare shipping Sangwoo and Bum in Killing Stalking with the misreading of Lolita as a precocious sexual temptress more than once.

And this isn't me saying that Killing Stalking is the disgusting"pro-sexualized abuse" comic that tumblr purity police used to characterize it as either. One of these days I'm going to go truly bonkers and end up banging pots and pans on the street corner, yelling at random innocent passerbys about how stories about romantic and sexual relationships are not required to be Hallmark movies. You can make art about the negative, dark, and troubling parts of these feelings and relationships without creating a pat morality tale. You don't need to approach media analysis like your 7th grade teacher has assigned you an essay on explaining what a novel's "message" is.

Nobody, not the author and not the fans, genuinely thinks that Sangwoo and Bum have a healthy or aspirational relationship. This hypothetical person that does not understand the relationship is toxic doesn't exist. Because girls and women, even the ones having cringey fandom fun on tiktok or whatever, are not so stupid and naive that they are unware that breaking someone's legs and locking them in a muder basement is bad. The type of concern troll rhetoric Somerton employed in his video is directed near exclusively at women interested in men and there's a reason for this. Women are not responsible for abuse that men do to them; nobody is responsible for their partner abusing them. If I never saw people spit this bullshit again it would be too soon.

#this is not usually the kind of post I make here because I really try to make this tumblr a positive mental space for me but ffs #james somerton #killing stalking

[algumaideia]

Jason Grace was the bastard son of King Jupiter, which was far from being an impactful information. The King was known for his affairs and the amount of bastard children that came from them. The only unusual thing about the situation would be how Queen Juno dealt with the situation. She liked to be in charge of all of them. The boys became guards. The girls cleaners. All of them being supervised by the Queen constantly, working in the palace. She had trusted people in charge of them, reports were sent weekly. They could amount to no problem with the Queen herself controlling them.

It was because of this situation that Jason found himself in the Queen’s presence. He was a kid. Maybe twelve. Maybe younger. He had barely seen the Queen throughout his life. He had seen his father even less times. This was all to say that the kid knew something was wrong, he just had no idea what.

Jason was standing straight, not looking directly at the Queen. He hadn’t received enough instruction on how to behave. What if he made her annoyed and she asked to decapitate him? Could she do that?

“Your performance has been unsatisfactory.”

The Queen looked at Jason like she expected an answer. So the boy gave her one.

“I.. I don’t understand, Your Majesty. I’m as good as every other boy.”

“Exactly. You need to be better. No one can think the bastard children are being favored. This situation is already messy, don’t make it worse.”

The Queen waved her hand. Jason should go. How could he do what the Queen asked?

…

Nico di Angelo was the son of Hades. There weren’t many of them. The King loved his spouse dearly and it was very rare for any woman to catch his attention enough to be made concubine. Maria di Angelo was one of these rare women. Nico was one of the rare children. Persephone, Hades’ favorite woman, treated the situation with grace. She made sure all children received the same education and treatment, it didn’t matter who the mother was. Some people said she treated the combine’s kids like hers out of kindness and generosity. Others said she was only aware that the King wouldn’t see any sort of discrimination with good eyes. In the end the reasons didn’t matter, not to Nico anyway.

When a little boy he was allowed to be as hyperactive and enthusiastic as he wished. After the death of his mother and sister he was allowed to be as quiet and alone as he wished.

…

Some years later, Jason Grace was summoned to the Queen's chamber again. He was taller, bigger, stronger. No one could call him a child, but he was still a boy. He couldn't be more than 17 years old.

It was the second time Jason would have a conversation with the Queen. He was analysing his behavior in the past months, had he committed a great mistake? Was it a problem with his performance again? Someone heard that one time he complained about his father?

Regardless of all that, Jason was a boy with a mission. He would ask the Queen about his mother.

The Queen stopped working with her papers when Jason entered the room.

"You must be aware that Hades' ambassador is coming." Jason nodded. "He will bring his own personal guards, but whenever he leaves the palace he will have our guards to protect him. You'll be one of them. I believe I don't need to tell you how important this is."

"I'll do my best, Your Majesty."

The Queen seemed satisfied and went back to her paperwork without waiting for Jason to leave. The boy took a deep breath.

"Your Majesty, I do not mean to bother, but I was wondering if you could tell me about my mother."

"What about her?"

"You keep track of all the King's lovers, right? I wish to know what happened to her."

"Didn't your sister tell you? She died less than three years after you left."

Jason wasn't sure what to do with what the Queen had told her.

"I met her. You don't find many people who are not only aware of their shortcomings, but also honest about them. I admired her for that."

If you asked later, not that you'd know about it, but if you did Jason wouldn't know how to explain why he did what he did. But he'd tell you he was satisfied with the results.

"Aren't you like this, Your Majesty?"

The Queen blinked. She looked more amused than annoyed. Maybe Jason was lucky, maybe the Queen wasn't so bad.

"I'm not allowed to make mistakes. This whole deal with you and the other bastards… Sometimes I think that if one of you steps out of line, Jupiter will divorce me. I know in some moments it looks like I want to punish you all, and I'm gonna be honest sometimes I do, however in the end I just want to keep it up together."

…

The ambassador was handsome or so would Jason tell his sister. He had black hair that fell to his shoulders when free, olive skin, deep brown eyes, slim figure.

…

On his visit to Olympus, one guard caught Nico's attention. Hazel, his sister, convinced him to describe the guy to her so she could draw him. Nico spent an embarrassing amount of time starting the ready drawing.

…

Hazel loved horses, she would ride them as much as she could. Sometimes Nico would go with her. It was in one of those moments that Nico told the news to Hazel.

"Father wants me to become a permanent ambassador. He said I looked happier after the trip."

"Does he know about the guard?"

"He wasn't…. I didn't…"

"I'm just kidding Nico. I do think traveling to new places would be good for you. Would you take me to some of your trips?"

"Of course, as long as you want and Father allows, I'll be more than glad to have you with me."

…

Whenever Nico went to Olympus, which happened once every couple of months, Jason would be assigned to guard him. Some years have passed, they were both men now and Jason had guarded a lot of information about the ambassador. He enjoyed learning about the differences in cultures, didn't talk much until he did, he enjoyed playing games, silent places, liked listening to music more than going to the theater, had a specific taste in clothes, adored his sister, was good at sword play and could be really threatening.

Nico, on the other hand, knew nothing about the knight. He liked to imagine what the guard did on his spare time.

…

There was an attack. Long short story, they ended up locked in a room together in silence. For hours. Until Nico couldn't deal with it anymore.

"Can we please talk?"

"I'm sorry, sir, but this could distract me and endanger your life."

The guard wasn't even looking in Nico's direction.

"Please, I'm going crazy."

With a sigh, the guard nodded. Nico was surprised it didn't take any longer to convince him.

"What do you want to talk about, sir?"

"I don't know, anything. What is your name? What do you do in your spare time? What do you like? What do you dislike?"

"My name is Jason Grace. I like to read, tragedies are my favorites. I enjoy when we go to work on some construction, it makes me feel helpful. I like the rain. I don't like swimming."

"You did answer them all."

"I did as you asked."

Without knowing, Jason killed the opportunity to continue the conversation with the ambassador. Nico didn't want to feel like he forced Jason to do anything. So the silence came back.

…

On the next visit, Jason fought with Nico daily. He was the best sword fighter and therefore was chosen as Nico's partner when the man showed desire to train his skills. On those days they talked. Both men thought about the conversations all the months they spent away.

…

The next time Nico went to Olympus, the Queen asked to talk to him privately. He never told anyone about it. The effects of it were felt regardless. The Queen started playing matchmaker and the result was Nico and Jason spending more time together.

…

It wasn't a normal relationship and maybe it would never be. But it made both of them happy.

#jasicoweek2023 #jasico #nico di angelo #jason grace #day 7

[miscreantahead]

Tbh I've seen a LOT of people saying they don't think Chester and Norris are Jon and Martin in any way but the way I see it the other possibilities just don't make sense with what we have. (Not talking to people who just don't want it to be them because I see your point there but... well anyway.) Possibilities I've considered are as follows, let me know if there's some other thing I didn't think of:

They're completely unrelated to Jon or Martin and Alex and Jonny are just using their voices for new "characters". The reason I don't believe this at all is simple: is because it feels cheap and like a bad storytelling decision, and that may be a matter of opinion but I've listened to enough Q&A's between the two of them to feel like they wouldn't go that route. I could absolutely accept this if they were on a constrained budget and short on VA's, but the kickstarter suggests otherwise. I'm not saying they couldn't have cameos were Jon and Martin not in this, but large cryptic parts after the ambiguity of what happens to these two at the end of TMA would be a tasteless bait and switch that I feel like I trust them not to do. I'm using my Reasonable Typing Voice but I honestly think this take is borderline impossible and it would blow me away if this was the case.

2 is under the cut.

2. Something else simply pulled their voices from all of the statements they read that the web collected and is imitating them while reading new material. This one is *possible* but still feels entirely unlikely but the why is more complicated so I'm going to break down why this doesn't add up to me:

• The cases are being read by something sentient enough to understand and apply strong emotional tone to the human "speech" in each case. The contrast of the introductions and headers/filing information makes this even more apparent which suggests it was a conscious decision (blatantly, IMO, and after an explanation was provided for all the statements sounding like the same writing style in TMA, I'd be extremely surprised if this had no bearing on the narrative and is just a choice of execution.). So there's no way this is just a computer program, even if it's influenced by beholding, we know from TMA that beholding doesn't have that kind of understanding of human emotion either. Something with a deeper understanding of language and humanity than a computer program could have is reading these. Unless they're actually taking us down a sentient AI route, but that seems unlikely. So it has to be something in some way human.

• We consider it could just be Freddy (I forget how it's actually spelled, FR3-DI?) using their voices and that Freddy is the individual in question with human level sentience, but I have no explanation for why it would use their voices separately, why it wouldn't include others who read statements like Melanie, Basira, Tim, Daisy, etc. Yes, there's still Augustus, but that can only cover one of the other characters who read statements, and only Jon and Martin read a significant enough amount of them to set themselves aside from the others who read. The ONLY thing that would make this theory work for me is if Augustus turned out to be Gertrude, and honestly I wouldn't put it past Alice, trans legend, to call a quite seemingly older woman's voice by a masculine sounding name just for the hell of it. But, again, seems unlikely.

• We could consider that they are to only some small degree themselves, but they've lost a significant enough portion that they aren't truly, and are simply extensions of this universe's "Eye" (saying eye because I think the motivation would still have to be voyeuristic to bother?), to the point where who they used to be won't even be a concern. But this one is still challenged by the first bullet to some degree, I think. This one is possible, albeit a little boring in my opinion.

I'm willing to accept that none of the characters we know and love will truly be present in this new narrative. I actually went into it with that expectation and was jump-scared by AJN's voice 10 minutes into the first episode. But with everything in episodes 1 and 2, I don't think it's far-fetched at all to hope we're going to get some jmart again (I think the other direction is more far-fetched). I do think it's perfectly likely it's going to be miserable and painful the whole fucking time, though.

#the magnus protocol #seeing a lot of posts saying they dont think it's them and it doesn't track for me so voila! a take! #again this isn't for anyone who just hates the idea of it being them that's sensible but im just saying i can't find a way that it's not