#it's not really a permanent thing she looks like she always does she just tends to get a lil more furry with it under stress. as a treat.

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extremely messy callie pose sketches because she's a very very very sad little catgirl and i love her dearly

#and rigel's there too i suppose #yin art #apf #somewhere along the way i accidentally on purpose made cat ears and tail canon. they werent supposed to be. i just saw the light #it's not really a permanent thing she looks like she always does she just tends to get a lil more furry with it under stress. as a treat. #everytime i draw her she gets 5% more butch. i like to think this is a reactionary evolution thing bc rigel is so skinny onceler esque twin

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DCxDP Week 2023 Day 1

Day 1: John Constantine | Found Family | Oops

Continued in Day Two

John opened the door to the House of Mystery, ready to stumble over to the beaten-up couch in the living room and knock out for the next couple of hours. Unfortunately, it was occupied. 

“Billy, who’s this?” John asked, pointing at the black-haired tyke he didn’t recognize. Billy barely managed to peel his eyes away from the telly. 

“Oh, this is Dani.” He went quiet, engrossed in staring at the static snow dancing across the screen. 

John settled himself down on the other side of Billy, looking at the telly himself. 

“I helped him out with a thing,” the girl offered. She had considerably less trouble than Billy looking away from the telly.

“A thing?”

“A demon, I think. Doesn’t matter to me, just kick their butt all the same.”

John looked at her for a quiet moment, before nodding. “Makes enough sense to me. I’m headed up to bed. Make sure Billy doesn’t stay up too late watching the football match or whatever you’ve got on there.”

He stood, stretched, and left the room. He could feel the weight of Dani’s eyes on his back until he was out of sight.

When he woke up the next morning, Billy was sound asleep in bed. Dani was gone.

She showed back up in his kitchen about two days later, munching on his Bat-O’s.

“Looking for Billy?” John asked. 

“Uah.” She said, mouth full of cereal. John made his own bowl. 

“He’s off-world. Got a mission.”

“Oh. I was hoping to get some help with this.” She plopped a really, really cursed amulet on the kitchen counter between them. 

John sighed. “Can this please wait until after coffee? I’ll show you where we put the evil necklaces after.”

Dani let out a small gasp “necklace jail for naughty necklaces…” before returning to her cereal. 

The girl does have the decency to let John finish his coffee. She’s also kind enough not to comment on the absolute mess that is their “artifact jail” as she put it.  After depositing the necklace, she walks with John back to the entrance, where she pauses, before turning to look at him. 

“I really like House. She’s very welcoming.” She says, before leaving. 

There’s a weight to her words that reveals that she means something far more than just what she said. However, John’s JLD pager has been going off for the past 5 minutes, so he figures whatever she meant is a problem for future John.

He doesn’t see her for a few months, and almost forgets about her. He’s on his way home from the pub, trudging through the filthy snow and trying to ignore the Christmas music blaring out of the stores. He pushes past couples and groups, heading out on his own. There’s a display of tellies, blaring some ad from some American mogul about the morals of the holiday and why they mean you should spend money on his company.

His eyes are drawn to a small figure staring at the TVs solemnly. He’s about to continue on his way, not wanting to get involved, but blue eyes snap to his.

“Er…Darla was it?”

“Dani, Mr. Constantine”

They’re silent for a bit, watching each other. Dani has clearly been crying, but John figures she doesn’t want attention brought to it.

“Enjoying the holiday?” he settles on.

She glances at the telly, watching the ad for VladCo drone on.

“My brother hates Christmas” she says, before going quiet again. John’s getting cold, even if Dani doesn’t seem to be suffering from it.

“It’s bloody freezing out here. Come on, let’s go to House where it’s warm and I have some cocoa.”

After he invited her back, she tended to come by more. She always came with an excuse, whether it was an artifact she thought would be safer with him, or looking for research materials. He was pretty sure she usually came to either hang out with Billy or him, even if it’d be just sitting together in silence.

Billy asked if John was planning on inviting Dani to stay permanently, then showed him a new room that popped up in House. John’s first thought was of what Dani told him so long ago.

His second thought was that it wouldn’t be bad to have her move in. If she wanted of course.

John was having trouble bringing it up to her, despite Billy’s needling. Everytime he started, he chickened out. Even now, they were sitting on the couch together, and Dani was regaling him about an adventure she had in Egypt involving a sentient cat statue, some pompous anthropologist, and a papaya. He was trying to pay attention, but was too busy stressing out about asking if she’d want the room.

“--You should have seen his face, Dad! He didn’t even see that coming!” She laughed, loud and hearty. John tensed. She petered off when she realized he wasn’t laughing with her.

“John?”

“...you called me ‘Dad’”...”

Her face paled. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean… of course you wouldn’t–” John put his hand on her head, trying to stop her freakout.

“Dani, I wanted to ask–”

She burst into tears before he could continue. “It’s just, my dad didn’t want me, so why would you? I’m just a failed copy–” John pulled her into a hug, rubbing her back in an attempt to soothe her.

“Dani, it’s fine. Hey, it’s fine. “ He just kept repeating that until she stopped sobbing and hugged him back. After a few beats when it looked like she wasn’t going to stir, he took a look to find she had cried herself to sleep. Figuring there was nothing else for it, he scooped her up, and tucked her in the bed in the room House had made for her.

He stayed up through the night and into the morning, too worried Dani would wake up and decide to leave. Then he’d have to expend a lot of energy to track her down. Thankfully, it didn’t come to that. She trudged down the stairs after Billy, who had come home late last night.

The two made an odd sight, Billy clearly ecstatic that Dani had stayed, and Dani looking nervous, and at anything but Constantine.

John pointed at the table. “Sit, I’ll make us some bangers and eggs.”

They sat, and thankfully Billy took pity on John and broke the silence. “How did you like your room? House made it forever ago! Uncle John’s just been too much of a coward to let you know before.”

Dani cautiously answered his questions, and the two fell in to their own conversation while John finished making breakfast and served everyone.

After they finished breakfast, Billy swept up everyone’s dishes, and out the door. “Bye Uncle John, Bye Dani! I’ll see you after monitor duty!”

John and Dani sat in silence for a bit, while she picked at a notch in the table. John took a swig of coffee, wishing it was something a bit stronger.

“My mum died giving birth to me. Growing up, my da did not let me forget that her life was on my hands. It was a shit upbringing, and it burns me to think about. Took Lucifer Morningstar giving him a talking to before anything changed. But despite all that, my da’s issues with me and my birth say nothing of my worth as a person.”

Dani was looking at him now, taking his words in. She scrunched her nose a bit, before breaking into a smile. “You know Lucifer?”

John snorts. “Yeah. Lovely bloke. Likes divesting people of their kidneys.”

She laughed at that, before quieting down. She glanced at him, then back at the table. She took a deep breath in.

“My dad’s name is Vlad Masters…”

“Okay, you can come in my house, but don’t touch anything you don’t recognize. The whole house is magic, and you don't have a good track record with it.” John said, opening the door to the House of Mystery.

Batman and the Flash came in after him. “How long will it take you to find the information on what’s threatening the Watchtower?” Flash asked

John pointed at the couch, indicating they should sit. Almost by habit, he disregarded Dani, who was sitting in the uglier armchair with a bowl of popcorn, watching her static-show again.

Neither Batman nor Flash moved to sit on the couch, both staring at Dani.

“Why’s there a kid here?” Flash asked, waving a hand to indicate Dani.

“It’s called the House of Mystery, lot of mysteries here.” John muttered. Dani immediately followed up with “You’re just jealous because I was willingly invited, you whore.”

She threw a piece of popcorn at Batman, who just stared at her.

“Don’t try to fistfight either of them, Dani. You two– wait here and I’ll bring the research materials.”

John quickly found all the books that might pertain to space vampires, before returning to the living room. The static program had been switched to a documentary on the Nazca Lines, and now Dani was chucking popcorn pieces at Flash, who was catching them in his mouth.

He plopped the books he found on the wobbly coffee table, and Batman pulled out the photo taken from the Watchtower security tapes.

Dani peered over his shoulder. In a small voice, she said “That’s Vlad…”

John glared warningly at Batman and Flash, before softening his glance and looking at Dani. “You sure?”

She nodded, sticking close to John’s back. 

John turned to Batman and Flash. “Looks like he’s a ghost. Current Watchtower defenses should be able to keep him out, but if you don’t mind, I think I’d like to add something a little extra to make sure the bas-punk’s life is a little worse.”

 Batman looked at John for a moment, before taking a quick glance at Dani. “When you have the defenses prepared, let me know. I’ll meet you on the Watchtower so we can get everything installed.”

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A/N:

Got a bit tired at the end here, thinking about continuing it with another of the days. But in any case, just left it open-ended for more Constantine + Dani shenanigans.

#dpxdc #dc x dp #dpxdc week 2023 #dpxdc week

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Old Man Yaoi May Not Be So Old

So there’s a segment in the DSaF fandom that beleive Dave and Jack are visibly old men. I’m fine with it, I used to, and in fact love the designs especially because there’s seems to be an almost taboo of drawing old people to a point and it’s homely really great that people here are doing it, but I don’t think that’s actually true canonically like I used to. I must stress though DRAW THEM HOW YOU LIKE. They can be old or not it doesn’t concern me.

Both of them are corpses. In terms of age, yes, they are quite old, but corpses don’t tend to age. And we see this in DSAF with the Phones not aging visibly, perhaps it’s just that it’s stock photos but Harry, despite being Gen 1, is physically not old. Why? Because Harry isn’t alive. None of the phones are. The phones are just well preserved and act like living creatures.

You know what else isn’t alive but acts like it? Dave and Jack. While they’d be in terms of numbers, old, in DSAF 3, given their ages at which they died it’s unlikely they’d physically get any older. And don’t say some kinda magic thing because we know for a fact that both behave like corpses, especially Jack. Jack paints himself orange to look alive (a weird colour choice but I digress), he does this because his body is rotting, likely turning black or purple (this also means any cursed colour swap between the two, the Jack side may just not have put on his makeup yet lol). Jack is rotting, definitely not alive body behaviours. Dave also does not behave like a living person. How many of those do you know that can do what he does. There seems to be a consensus that Davetrap is rotting but Dave is too nothing happened to Davetrap to kickstart the process that would mean Dave could not have before, it’s likely the pests just got in because he was stationary and likely far slower.

Let’s also talk about their behaviour. It’s not great to go off of but Jack doesn’t act like a mature adult and neither does Dave, they act like they’re rather young adults still figuring themselves out. Jack especially is quite childish, as if he never got a chance to mature. You could bring up Dee, but Dee’s situation is far different. It doesn’t seem like Dee has actually mentally matured so much as she has been put in a position in which she has no choice but to take on a more mature role and tries to fit that, she has no reason to mentally age, and none of the other children have meaning if she actually got older there would have to be more to it. Dee is as old as she always was, any maturity added is not due to age but due to her situation. Dave and Jack are immature people, and with this in mind it paints a somewhat grim picture of the fact that they never got to mature.

One could mention the ending in which Jack dies of old age… but the phones also have beards here and Jack is actually established to be semi immortal so dying of old age just doesn’t make sense, he can die, but it seems like he gets back up. So let’s be real the beards are fake, and Jack probably ate something weird, and will be fine in like 12 minutes. The game probably ends when you die because it would be weird if it didn’t even if you do get back up.

The only time I’d say Jack permanently dies is when he’s burned. Which leaves no body behind, which by the same principle as the others, means there’s nothing left to come back which sucks for him because oops no soul either.

Jack can also get rabies but… this also doesn’t feel like a sign he is alive.

Dave actively does rot in the game as Davetrap, Jack rots constantly, it’s safe to say their bodies do not work like human ones especially considering not having organs is not something that kills Dave. At least not that we know.

With all of this in mind, yeah. They are corpses. And as I’ve said before, corpses do not age in DSAF physically or mentally, even Blackjack is incredibly immature if you actually look at his behaviour. He’s also an asshole who never gets character development but that’s a story for another time.

It actually makes more sense if they don’t age given the very little change in their behaviour or character between games even after a massive Timeskip nothing seems to have changed at all which makes sense logically too, because why would Fredbear give Jack the ability to age? Let’s be real here if Jack can age eventually that will become a problem given that he is immortal seemingly as long as he has a body to return to. There’s no reason to give him the ability to age and plenty of reasons not to.

Now that’s not to say their bodies don’t change, they do. And if you realistically want to draw DSAF 3 Jack in his most canon possible form… which I doubt many do… Jack doesn’t age he rots he’s probably just a lot worse for wear if he hasn’t found a way to stop rotting yet. Him being an old man is unlikely, but a very decomposed zombie? More likely than you’d think.

And before anyone brings up the tapes, Dave may just look like that, pretty much every piece of art in that game is by a different person who is not Doggo, while Dave seems to be a bit older Jack does not. The tapes are in the past if we are saying that is Dave’s age in DSAF 3, sorry no.

DSAF 3 has incredibly inconsistent art to a point I’d say fans can largely disregard it but that’s an essay for another time just know art in that game isn’t as canon as people seem to think it is. At least not by my observation.

Dave and Jack are old men in age, but not in body. No in body they are most likely the age they died at which seems to have been pretty young for both of them like we know Jack was in his early 20s and Dave is a few years older but also died at the very least a few months before Jack. They aren’t old men, at least not canonically.

I must stress I mean they probably are not canonically old because honestly the DSaF fandom needs to take a chill pill and stop being angry at people for making their own designs, literally do what you want as long as it’s not illegal or like super fucked up. Don’t make Jack 12 and Dave 60 and ship that, but if you want to draw them old be my guest. This essay was just my observation of the idea that the fandom calls them old men and people seem to think they are canonically but it just seems unlikely.

#dsaf #dayshift at freddy's #dsaf dave #dsaf jack #dsaf old sport #dsaf phone guy #shitpost #DSaF essay #literary analysis #again I must stress this is no slight against the people who draw them old #I love that shit #I’m just analyzing canon

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Hearts Unleashed (Part 1)

Pairing: Nick Nelson x Black!fem!reader

Warning: Fluff, Smut in later chapters, Body Shaming

Words: 2234

Please interact and comment to keep it going. I always love to know what you think.

"What does this mean?" I stared at the piece of paper clutched tightly in my hand. My mom's eyes held an unmistakable unease as she replied, her voice tinged with worry, "This is our plane ticket to England."

Excitement bubbled up inside me as I glanced at the tickets. "We're going to England for a vacation! I had a feeling this year would be different. Do you think we can visit Paris while we're there? I heard it's just a quick train ride away."

My mom chuckled nervously, her laughter quivering. "That's the thing, honey, this isn't just a vacation; it's permanent."

My brows furrowed as I examined the ticket more closely, finally noticing the bold "ONE WAY" printed in the upper right corner. "What do you mean, one way?" Confusion washed over me, and I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

"It means we'll be officially moving to England. I applied for a new job there, and I got it," my mom explained as if it were the most natural thing in the world. She saw the panic in my eyes and hurriedly added, "I understand it's sudden, but I think this will be a great change for us. I've even found a fantastic school with an amazing film program that I know you'll love."

My mind raced. "I don't even know what to say. Why are you telling me this now?" My whole life was here in America, and the idea of packing up and moving to another country was almost too much to bear.

"Honey, I know it's sudden, but they called me today, and they need me to start immediately. That's why we have to leave tomorrow."

"Tomorrow! I don't even have time to pack, let alone say goodbye to my friends. We can't just uproot ourselves from LA and head to England." I looked around our apartment, a cozy haven that had been my home for the past seven years. It felt like things were finally getting back to normal.

I glanced at the ticket again and saw the fine print: Departing from LAX tomorrow at 10:45 am. "I should really start wearing my glasses," I muttered under my breath.

My mom tried to reassure me, "Everything will work out fine. I've hired movers to come during the week and help ship the rest of our stuff. Tonight, all we need to do is pack our personal things and head to the airport first thing in the morning."

I felt like I wanted to argue, but then I saw how tired my mom looked. Her face seemed really worn out, and she had a tired look in her eyes. It made me realize that maybe I hadn't been paying enough attention to how she was feeling lately.

I decided not to bring up my concerns because I didn't want to make things worse. I didn't want to fight with my mom when she already seemed so tired and stressed. So, I chose to keep quiet and let it go for now, even though I still had my worries.

As we stepped off the plane in London, the dark grey skies clouded my vision, and the unfamiliar air filled my lungs. Instantly, I began to miss home. With half of my life packed away in two large suitcases and three duffel bags, this was definitely going to take some getting used to.

"Have your other bags arrived yet?" my mom asked, her eyes darting to the time on her wrist.

"Sorry for making you wait," I replied with a sigh. "When you're packing your whole life into a bag, it tends to take a while." I was far from being in a good mood after only managing to grab a couple of hours of sleep, spending one of them writing an overly dramatic paragraph to my friends about where I'd be for the next few years.

"There's no need to get sassy with me, Y/n," my mom chided. "I'm just worried about the time. I don't want to be late for the shuttle. If we miss this one, the next won't be for another three hours. And I'm sure you don't want to spend that much time at the airport."

Before I could respond, I spotted my color-coded bags moving slowly along the conveyor belt. I collected them and loaded them onto a trolley, then couldn't help but add a mockingly sweet tone, "Now, we can go."

My mom led the way to the shuttle, looking a bit lost in the bustling airport. She approached a stranger for directions, and I listened intently, realizing I needed to get used to the distinct accent. My mom thanked the stranger urgently, and we hurriedly made our way to catch the shuttle, leaving behind the life I'd known in America.

Arriving at our new home in England I couldn't help that there was a mix of excitement and trepidation. I had seen pictures of the place, but it was entirely different to stand in front of it, knowing that it was going to be our home for the foreseeable future. My mom, ever the optimist, had put in tremendous effort to ensure it was the best flat on the block.

As we approached the building, I noticed the quaint charm of the neighborhood. Rows of terraced houses with colorful front doors lined the cobblestone streets. It was a far cry from the sunny, palm tree-lined avenues of Los Angeles that I had called home.

My mom had informed me earlier that her new job had provided relocation money, and she had spent hours researching and visiting potential flats to find one that met all our needs. She was determined to make this transition as smooth as possible for me, especially since I wasn't exactly thrilled about changing schools.

The flat itself was a cozy two-bedroom apartment on the top floor of a charming Victorian building. It had large windows that let in plenty of natural light, and I could see the spires of an old church in the distance. The living room had plush sofas, and I could just imagine the walls being adorned with artwork from home. She had even managed to find a flat with a small balcony where we could enjoy tea on sunny afternoons.

As we stepped inside, I couldn't help but be impressed by how homely it felt, despite being in a foreign country. My room, though smaller than what I was used to, had a window overlooking the quiet street below. I packed some of my posters and photographs from our life in LA, making it feel like a small piece of home.

As I unpacked my belongings, I couldn't help but reflect on the whirlwind of changes that had brought us here. My parents' divorce had been a long and sometimes painful process, but with me finishing up middle school, it seemed like the right time for a fresh start.

In my mom's perspective, this move was a chance for something new and exciting, a way to turn the page on a difficult chapter in our lives. But for me, I felt like I was just along for the ride, caught up in the decisions made by the adults in my life. It wasn't easy to accept that we were starting over in a completely different country.

While I tried to look on the bright side, I couldn't shake the feeling that my mom should have told me about it much sooner. The truth was that I was still deeply hurt and confused.

But as I glanced out the window of our new flat and saw the quaint streets of our new neighborhood, I knew that, in time, I would find my place in this new chapter of our lives. Change might not come overnight, but I was determined to make the most of it and find the silver lining in our fresh start.

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A whole week had passed, and I swear my boredom had reached Olympic levels. Our furniture from LA finally showed up a few days ago, and let me tell you, I became the world champion of room redecorating in record time. But apart from that impressive feat, my life had all the excitement of a cardboard box. School isn't kicking off until Monday, which gives me a gentle nudge that I should probably check out the film program my mom's been raving about. 

Feeling all organized and responsible, I sat down and sketched out the route from our place to the school. It's like a 20-minute walk, which I can totally handle once I get the hang of it. But if I'm feeling a bit lazy (which happens, like, all the time), there's a nifty 10-minute bus ride option. Plus, my mom's still knee-deep in paperwork to send our car overseas, so it's official I'm becoming a bus pro.

Then I checked out the school's website, and the film program doesn't look half bad. They've got this YouTube channel packed with short films that are more interesting than binge-watching cat videos. And here's the real kicker they've got a partnership with Netflix! I mean, seriously, how did they manage to pull that off? They're talking about workshops and internships, and I'm just here thinking,

"Who's the magician that got Netflix on board?" That seriously is impressive.

Looking out of the window, I couldn't believe my luck the sun was actually shining for once! After days of nothing but gray skies, it felt like a small miracle. I was starting to understand that sunny days were a rare commodity in this place. So, I thought, why not make the most of it while I could?

I swapped out my usual outfit for a pair of comfy shorts and a cool graphic tee. In a flash, I was out the door, ready to savor every bit of that precious sunshine.

As I continued my stroll through the neighborhood, I stumbled upon a charming park nestled amidst the houses. The sunlit meadow was dotted with people, and what caught my eye was the number of folks out and about with their dogs. It was becoming evident that this was definitely a big dog-loving community, and the park was their social hub.

I watched as playful pups frolicked, tails wagging with unbridled enthusiasm, and their owners chatted amicably, forming a tight-knit community within the community. It felt heartwarming to witness such camaraderie, and I couldn't help but smile at the sight.

I stumbled upon the perfect photo opportunity, one that would fit perfectly in my collection. I'd forgotten my camera at home, but my trusty phone would have to do. As I aimed to capture the moment, an unexpected collision sent my phone tumbling to the ground.

Before I could get a word out, the other person beat me to the punch. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going," he said, hastily bending down to retrieve both of our phones. It turned out he had dropped his phone as well.

I felt a flush of embarrassment creeping up. "No, no, it's alright. It was my fault for standing right in the middle of the walkway," I replied, cheeks tinged with a hint of red.

He handed back my phone with an apologetic smile. "Sorry about that. Hopefully, it didn't crack," he said, his own cheeks taking on a shade of pink.

I shook my head, trying to conceal my own embarrassment. "No big deal. You might have done me a favor, actually. It's about time I got a new phone, and this could be the perfect excuse," I quipped, waving my phone playfully. The boy chuckled warmly.

"Thanks for not making me feel awful about it," he admitted, appearing relieved. "I'm Charlie, by the way." He extended his hand, and I shook it with a friendly smile.

I responded, "I'm Y/N. Nice to meet you, Charlie." The friendly atmosphere that had enveloped us earlier seemed to dissipate, leaving an awkward silence in its wake.

Charlie finally broke the silence, his voice tinged with shyness. "Sorry, but I can't help but notice the accent..."

I smiled, realizing his curiosity. "Oh yeah, I'm from America. We just moved here last week, right down the block," I stated, hoping to ease the awkwardness.

Charlie's eyes lit up with excitement. "Right down the block! I live right down that way." I couldn't help but feel my own excitement grow.

"I live where the new flats were built, I think they're called the Avalone Suites or something," I mentioned. Charlie's face instantly lit up with recognition.

"I live right across from you! Everyone around the block has been raving about the new building," he exclaimed,

As Charlie and I walked back to my apartment, he chatted animatedly about the neighborhood, sharing tidbits about the local shops, nearby parks, and the best places to grab a bite. It was clear he was friendly and genuinely excited to have a new neighbor.

During our conversation, we made another delightful discovery – we were both going to the same school. It was a pleasant surprise that eased my earlier concerns about not knowing anyone in this new place.

By the time we reached my apartment building, Charlie had almost talked my ear off, but I didn't mind one bit. With a warm smile, I turned to him and said, "Thanks for walking me back, Charlie. I guess I won't be starting school completely alone."

Charlie grinned in response; his eyes filled with genuine friendliness. "Anytime, Y/N. I'm looking forward to seeing you at school."

We added each other on each other's socials before we parted ways.

Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/cutecurly-hair/727972531449020416/hearts-unleashed-part-2?source=share

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taking notes, nodding thoughtfully while reading your lily thoughts and I realized I struggle to understand her as a character because everything she is in canon is so muddied by who she is in relation to everyone else. I want her to have a hermit era where she locks herself in her apartment every night learning some new little craft just for the satisfaction of mastering it and I want her to have a going out era where she’s at the bars every weekend and everyone’s watching her but she only dances with her friends and always goes home alone. Like I need to her to live her best life outside of who she is to other people, and see how that’s realized for her. What crafts would she learn behind closed doors, what’s her getting ready routine?

I’ve had friends who feel very much defined by who they are to other people and the expectations surrounding them and it’s interesting to question their conception of themselves - a lot of times, I’ve found they don’t have the words to describe themselves without invoking other people’s opinions of them, even if it’s just an attempt to diminish the reality of those opinions (ex. “I’m not *that* good at piano” etc etc). I want to know how Lily would describe herself and what she sees when she looks back on her accomplishments.

anyways. thank you always for your thoughts 💕

this is such a beautiful message, it’s so thoughtful and well-put. i agree that i find her challenging to pin down because she only (canonically) exists in relation to others but that struggle is what always brings me back to her…

i tend to see lily as profoundly lonely but in a secret way that only makes her more Singular. i think her private life (her getting ready routine!! her daily rituals!!) is extremely well-cultivated because she is used to being misunderstood/projected on but it’s the fact that she appears so self-sustaining that gives her that special halo she has. lily always has little private things it seems she’s doing just for herself (it’s to make the daily experience of Being Herself feel more bearable… she’s trying to assert borders on the nothingness by giving herself Things Lily Does) but it makes others want to watch her and guess at what she’s thinking.

the flipside of this question, to me, is also that it is addictive to be loved in the way that lily is. she doesn’t have a clear picture of who she is (profoundly lonely also means empty) and it can be freeing to have an outsider offer a flattering one for you: when she’s the object of love, she’s a beautiful intelligent witch and even apparent flaws like her temper become charming & palatable facets of this picture. it feels really good to be that girl.

i think it’s less a question of expectations and more one of definitions. her relationship with petunia interests me the most because her sister refuses to see her as Special, and if lily isn’t Special then she’s nothing at all. and that’s really horrifying but it’s also part of her reality.

to me, what happened to her (dying young and getting made into a saint, essentially) is the best thing that could have happened - because she in a sense escaped her own self and Became “that girl” permanently in collective memory. i think she’s pathologically committed to her own self-mythologizing and that’s an answer itself.

#a #guy straining with veins popping jpeg <- me trying not to make this about bartylily #what if we were empty husks (in opposite directions) wearing masks (that couldn’t be more different) and became human together #it’s the best possible ending for her you have to believe me….. they could fix each other…. #i need to return to them. i forgot my roots #t

[froot-batty]

Hello! I am in love with your AU, it tickles my brain just right and I adore everything about it. So I just have a couple questions:

1. Why is Jervis so eepy all the time? Does she have narcolepsy? Is it a side effect of his brain damage? Or is she just like that?

2. So this Jon is aspec, right? Who does he love/care about, and how does he show his love and affection to him? (Also bonus: does Jon go by "it" exclusively when Scarecrow?)

Thank you!!!! And have a lovely day ^^

Thank you very much !! I'm always glad to know my AU is infecting people like a little brain parasite

Jervis is permanently eepy mostly because of the brain damage, yeah! She liked to sleep before the bump to the head (it was a kind of coping mechanism - to sleep through her problems - and it has been ever since she was a kid), but it only got worse as a result of that

One of the symptoms he experiences is a whole ton of fatigue. Chronic migraines paired with muscle weakness make a lot of activities physically exhausting for him, so sleep is one of the ways he recharges or escapes from particularly painful days

Also, sometimes it's just a good excuse to cuddle up with your friends :]

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Jon is both Demiromantic and Demisexual :]. As of right now he doesn't have a partner, and he's quite content with that, but he's got lots of people he loves - even if his emotionally stunted ass won't admit it

His closest friends are Ed, Jervis as of right now, and Waylon! He also has a soft spot for Harley, as they were former coworkers! How he shows his affection differs depending on the person:

With Ed, they're both really emotionally distant guys, and neither of them seek physical touch (with Ed disliking it), so he's all about actions with them. Busting them out of Arkham, reluctantly answering riddles or testing out their puzzles, things like that. Ed is much the same way. They are a very snarky pair of guys.

Jervis' main love language is obviously physical touch, so the easiest way for Jon to show his affection is by letting Jervis cuddle up with him or hold his hand. He also will NEVER admit it, but he worries about her physical condition. When she gets tired, he'll let her sit on his shoulders (He also does tend to consider Jervis weak and in need of protection, and often underestimates him)

Waylon and him are SOUTHERN BUDS. Jon likes being around Waylon because he's just a genuinely nice guy. They have nice chats and look out/do favors for each other! Another example of Jon's love language being "busting your pals out of an insane asylum" though

When he worked with Harley, he thought of her as an overconfident, naïve, but well-meaning little sister. They're still friendly after Harley turned over to the dark side, but there's a part of Jon that resents how the Joker stole that glimmer of real promise that Harley had. Jon shows his affection for her by not injecting that annoying clown with a lethal dose of fear toxin

And to answer your bonus, yes! It came from the news articles written about the Scarecrow when Jon first started out, which used it/its for it because nobody really knew what the Scarecrow was. Jon liked it so much he adopted it into the Scarecrow persona (he probably wouldn't mind being called it/its in his normal life, but he ain't opening that can of worms, no sir)

Thank you for your questions !! I hope this satisfied >;}

#LONG ONE #frootverse #jervis tetch #the mad hatter #jonathan crane #the scarecrow #too lazy to tag the others #doodles

[laundrybiscuits]

I've recently been tagged in a few WIP/"last thing you've written" type games, and…to be completely candid, I haven't been writing any kind of fic lately because I've become a little bit obsessed with analyzing the Broadway revival of Merrily We Roll Along.

Not for any particular purpose, I just saw it at the Hudson a little while back and have a lot of feelings about it! In my tiny scraps of spare time, I've been working on an essay about Merrily and inevitability that will probably end up rotting in my google docs*, because that's how I approach writing as a hobby.

There's just so much there, holy shit. I'm focusing particularly on "Franklin Shepard, Inc." because Radcliffe's Charley brings a frenetic, desperate vulnerability to the performance that reads so, so differently from earlier productions. Throughout the show, I was consistently blown away by the heavy lifting Radcliffe, Mendez, and Groff do in shifting the core tension from "art vs commerce" (fine but basic, and difficult to keep modern) to "how people prioritize different types of relationships in their lives."

In an effort to make this slightly less wildly off-topic for this blog: this has gotten me thinking about the way that platonic relationships are treated in narratives, particularly but not exclusively in fandom.

"Found family" is and has always been a popular trope, but I do think its current incarnation trades a lot on the underlying fantasy of relationship permanence. When we recategorize friendships as familial relationships, we're making a claim—whether or not it's justified—about the indelibility of those relationships.

That's not inherently bad (or, god forbid, problematic). I think it's very very natural, especially for those who don't necessarily have a lot of experience with the way adult friendships change over time. Why wouldn't you want something as precious and unique and amazing as a good friendship to stay with you forever?

Certain people can feel like pillars of your world, and it's fucking terrifying to think about that being yanked out from under you—or even worse, to think about your lives slowly shifting like geologic plates until suddenly you realize it's been weeks, then months, then years since you last really talked.

CHARLEY: We're not that kind of close any more, the way we used to be. And a friendship's like a garden. You have to water it and tend it and care about it. And you know what? I want it back.

It's a peculiar, particular kind of grief when it happens, because even though it's a fairly common human experience, it doesn't get socially acknowledged in the same way as e.g. a romantic breakup.

So yeah, it makes a lot of sense that found family is a popular trope in all kinds of media, not just fandom.

However...at this point, I've developed a knee-jerk wariness to the phrase "found family," because I've found it often correlates with a really flat, simplistic depiction of human relationships. In extreme cases, it simply recontextualizes a relationship within the socially acknowledged/acceptable framework of a stereotypical family unit.

This does a disservice to familial and nonfamilial relationships alike. Every family is different, so why do so many found families in media look the same?

(I was monologuing about this to my very patient girlfriend, and she pointed out that this also sets up a success/failure binary condition in relationships, where permanence is the arbiter of success in both romantic and nonromantic contexts. She is of course both beautiful and correct!)

I have friends with whom I can sometimes share a glance and know exactly what they're thinking. I even have a running joke with one friend about the sheer number of times we've said the same thing in unison over the last 15 years. I still need to be intentional about building those relationships, extending empathy when we differ, and carving out time to reconnect. Truly intimate long-term relationships of any kind involve disagreements, conflicting priorities, and negotiating and renegotiating boundaries.

Being "basically the same person" or "sharing a braincell" actually sounds super fucking lonely to me, personally, and it handily elides the difficult, essential process of keeping people in your life.

FRANK: Old friends let you go your own way. CHARLEY: Help you find your own way. MARY: Let you off when you're wrong. F: If you're wrong. C: When you're wrong. M: Right or wrong, the point is, old friends shouldn't care if you're wrong. F: Should, but not for too long. C: What's too long?

That's a more complicated and much more mature narrative to tell than "friendship will save the day!" Because it's not that common and there's not a deep bank of references to draw from, it takes a lot of effort and skill to depict well, and I don't blame creators for not wanting to let it suck up all the air in the room. However, I think it's important to acknowledge that platonic relationships can also be flanderised and flattened.

In the context of fandom, which has always traded heavily in Romance genre conventions, I would really like to see more thoughtful explorations of complicated nonromantic relationships. I'm not even talking about genfic here! I've actually been thinking about Stobin specifically because that relationship (rightly & understandably) tends to show up in any Steve-centric fic, including the vast ocean of Steddie fics, so it makes the issue slightly more visible than I've seen in other fandoms.

I'm not saying I want to see them fight, or not be friends, or not love each other fiercely and near-obsessively in the way that lonely teenagers can. I'm just saying I want them to be distinct individuals who view the world in very different ways, and choose each other anyway. They already have a complicated past; I know from personal experience that it's possible as a lesbian to be best friends with a guy who once made a little speech about how into you he was, but that little layer of history never quite goes away.

I don't want frictionless relationships in my life. I want people who will challenge me and whom I can challenge, in the context of love and trust. I want people in my life whom I have to work to understand, because my life is richer when I do. And sometimes, I want narratives that will reflect the grief of friendships that are no longer part of my life, despite the best efforts of everyone involved.

In Merrily, Charley sings, "Friendship's something you don't really lose—" but Radcliffe's thready, pleading delivery makes it all too clear: Charley already knows he's lying. The audience just needs to catch up.

*Other essays in that particular graveyard: understanding the cast of Peanuts through the lens of anomie, humor and subversive linguistic nationalism in 00s Singaporean TV, how to fix Miss Saigon. WHY am I this way.

#side note: how fucking good was Radcliffe in that role? what a glow-up from HTSIBWRT #all the casting was brilliant but (Tony winner!) Mendez and (Tony nominated) Groff were less of a dark horse #anyway I think...I might start to get a little less rigid about letting myself dump nonfandom or fandom-adjacent posts here #we'll see if I have more time to post and/or write once this busy period at work dies down #recently is a relative term btw. I have been tagged more recently than the cambrian explosion. so that counts. #I appreciate the tags and it's very nice of y'all to think of me though!

[elden-hicks]

the second gen capp and monty headcanon dump

as much as i like the local teens, i think the adults deserve the love too. some of them were created through a collaboration with my dear friend push. i'll add the read more link after goneril's headcanons, so if someone doesn't want to read the full post could scroll through more easily.

the capp sibs

goneril capp:

the middle child with an inferior complex: was convinced that she can't be beautiful as cordelia and smart as regan, and is clearly unfavored by both of her parents. despite her cold and strict façade, goneril's a very emotional person.

a massive people pleaser, especially when it comes to her parents. only had that much kids in hopes that contessa would've chosen her kid as an heir. dropped that idea only after she passed, seemingly regretting even doing so. nowadays, after contessa's death, she's truly trying to be a better mother, even though she thinks it's a little too late in miranda's case.

used to date claudio in the past and was almost ready to abandon her home just to be with him, until she learnt that he only dated her as "a dare". he had also publicly broke up with her, making her look like a desperate. she'd never forgave him for that stunt, of course. years after she's still thinking whether she was in love with him or the idea of him. the idea of being free, to be particular.

one of the best dressed people in the town, always knows how to present herself.

is keen on cooking, though, she's not as skillful as kent, she really enjoys the process of preparing the food

regan capp:

the youngest daughter, so she had not as much pressure from her parents compared as her older sisters. it suits them fine, since they enjoy doing the things on their own. tends to be very independent and stubborn in her descision making as a result.

consort's favorite kid, undoubtedly, since she was named after his prime caretaker (his grandma) and resembles contessa A LOT, both by appearance and character (the list also includes her eyesight problems and difficulties with showing emotions). however, due to her resemblance to their mother, they're often targeted by isabella monty, whenever they cross paths.

is a staunch childfree, she had enough of watching her parents and sisters raising kids to be permanently dissuaded from having them in her life.

is heavily into sports, does a lot of activities like jogging, swimming, playing tennis and football and skiing. they are also a master fencer in the family, tybalt swears one day he will prevail and take over the title from his aunt.

astronomy is her non-sport passion. they enjoy spending their time at the veronaville observatory and fighting with antonio monty over that territory

a bisexual, who also kind of questioned her gender before, has some tendencies towards non-binarity but she's still isn't so sure about it. a she/they pronoun user.

kent capp:

is an accident kid, also the youngest one and the only son - truly a misfortunate fate to have, once you had born in the capp family. contessa had a trouble with birthing him, so consort still (subconsciously) blames kent for contessa's declined health after that. he's the only kid who vastly prefers contessa to consort as a parental figure.

as a result, he hides his unique eyes with the blue lenses in order to have less similarities with that man. would rather die than call consort a father.

has a super fancy STEM degree, never worked a day in his actual work field, instead had changed like 10 to 15 low-paying jobs. from a cashier to a delivery guy to a stripper - you name it!

despite being against the feud, he still takes offence on his sisters' and niblings' behalf. once claudio referred goneril's dress as a "hoe sack", and the next day his car's tires were suspiciously slashed.

has passion for cooking and is darn great at it. once pranked the montys by hiring himself into their restaurant as a cook, they only figured it out after almost a month of his work.

probably one day would open his own gay bar with some cool appetizers and cocktails of his own creating

has a long-lost twin brother in strangetown named vidcund

cordelia capp:

the eldest. the heiress. contessa's favourite. a true capp woman. was very beautiful and charismatic

wasn't as goody-two-shoes person as she initially appeared, though she wasn't necessarily evil or nasty but she had her downsides.

cordelia was very, VERY headstrong and was not afraid to show her teeth when she couldn't have her thing "in a nice way".

yes, she was against the feud, that is correct, but she'd also been driven by the potential financial profit. after all, feuding can be pretty expensive both on money and lives. wasn't above of idea of eloping juliette with one of the claudio's sons, if it could seal the peace deal.

had this surprising ruthlessness when it came to managing stuff in business, yet she lacked regan's foresight in some ways.

still, despite not being the greatest mother on earth, treated her children equally, compared to her parents, each of whom had their own favorite.

the monty sibs

antonio monty:

a middle child, he's meek and overempathetic compared to much bolder bianca and claudio. he's also very easy person to manipulate or guiltrip

had always been on chubby side, since his early childhood, the only time when he was fit was his late teens-early adulthood years

the most skilfull monty in the cooking field (besides isabella) but he had always wanted to be an astronaut instead. still to this day has a passion for astronomy and, of course, out of all people in veronaville, the other person who's into that as much as him is that goddamn capp woman

he likes cooking in general, but he doesn't like do it for life, yet he feels obliged to do so, since his siblings and niblings are quite unhelpful. he personally peaked as a chef with that prize-winning wedding cake of his

used to be a punk in his teen/college student years, looking back, he's not really proud of who he was back then due to some questionable stuff he had done, but those were his golden years for sure

before hero came into the picture, the rest of the family speculated whether antonio was gay or not

he's either insomniac or sleeps like a rock, there's no in between

bianca monty:

the youngest child, also a daughter. unlike kent, she wasn't as screwed being the youngest monty and a girl

is an accountant at the restaurant, won't even come closer to a working stove for more than five meters. she also works as a freelance comic artist and the interior designer (has a degree in it, actually)

is vegan, which sometimes can be exhausting, cause the rest of the family are avid meat-eaters, but antonio usually accommodates to his lil' sis by making her favorite vegan dishes for the family gatherings

is an aroace, doesn't really want a romantic relationship, but still wants a child. seriously considered an option of kent being her sperm donor

she's terrible at handling the alcohol. does a lot of weird shit whenever she's wasted.

claudio monty:

was the eldest son. a proud, self-assured man. patrizio was hoping that he'd take over the restaurant after he retires. unfortunately for him, he outlived his own son.

was an asshole, to be precise. yes, he was very competitive, very determined, was an "efficient business manager", but an asshole nevertheless.

dreamed of becoming a famous musician and even had his own band in his teens. wrote a lot of songs about his exes, lol. most of them are kind of mid, though there was the one which made it to the local veronaville radio station and became a hit. this one he wrote about goneril in particular. even till his later years, he wasn't sure whether he actually loved her or not.

was rumored to be involved with antonio's late wife, hero. no one truly knows whether the rumors were true. he was also named as a main reason for her passing, shortly after his own death, though antonio prefers to believe it was the capps' deed.

romeo was his favorite one, since mercutio was the one who made him tie a knot with his mother

#ts2 #the sims 2 #veronaville #cordelia capp #goneril capp #regan capp #kent capp #claudio monty #antonio monty #bianca monty #seth's ramblings

[ohbo-ohno]

Price strikes me was wanting to keep something exotic and dangerous - like a wolf or a big cat, not compatible with domestication. Could really fuck him up if she got free but that’s part of the allure. Look how in control he is, can own this beautiful thing and manage her without getting mauled. Doesn’t necessarily want to (permanently) break her because the authority and control over something wild and untamable is kind of the point.

I don’t think she ever really breaks but she plays the long game, not flailing for escape but calculating and tactical, always on the lookout for an opening, quietly testing the fences. Intelligent, probably very educated and accomplished, maybe some kind of lawyer, government agent, or in some other cut-throat type of career. Looks down on the other weepy pathetic broken pets if she meets them, maybe takes a bite or plays with them like prey that someone put in her cage as a treat.

🍭

there are some asks a way back on my blog (maybe under john price x reader? but idk) about basically this concept!

it was essentially price kidnapping a fellow soldier who's just a massive bitch, and he makes her into his bitch. that idea of breaking someone hard-headed and aggressive down and crushing them beneath your heel, except they keep popping back up and giving you another chance to break them down

i think that concept and the one you wrote fit soooo well with dark price. i tend to think of him more as like an almost toxic paternal love interest (lol) but also mean kidnapper price... does something to me

#i like price with a power dynamic that he takes advantage of #captain & private or boss & intern #stuff like that #but also him just beating the shit out of a sub to teach them their place.... #asks and answers #🍭 anon #john price x reader

[carefulfears]

Is there anything sexier than Scully going scorch the earth to protect her idiot (affectionate)? No, the answer is no.

NOPE no anon there is not!! she's so funny for it too. she's 5'3 in heels but she'll fucking KILL you.

i adore this about her so much because he always just kind of takes everything in strides and it doesn't seem like any of it bothers him, but she doesn't care. she'll tell you she hopes you fall and die. she'll threaten to put a mark on your permanent record. she'll scream that she's gonna gas you into hell. she'll SNATCH you and throw you against the back of a police car. she never runs out of professional and proficient ways to say "fuck you! let him look for mothmen!" and still maintain dignity.

serial killers: 0

dana scully after you're mean to her bf: 12

it reminds me of something i read once in i think ellen bass's book? that said that anger is a tool of healing because it tells you that you're worth being angry over.

mulder is generally unaggressive and tends to accept any treatment and come back for more (children weaned on poison etc etc) and from the very beginning scully is shadowing behind saying, no. this isn't okay.

she feels such a responsibility to shield that vulnerability and compassion and hope that's in him, and it's one of the most moving things about the show to me. it would be so much easier for her to just not bother, to let the world touch him unrestricted, maybe it'll toughen him up like everyone else thinks. she wouldn't have to worry so much, she wouldn't have to fight so hard, she wouldn't have to deal with so much.

but it's never an option for her to do anything other than push back, because these things in him that can be so frustrating are also so special to her. he is so special to her. she really does share him with the world only reluctantly. there's something there that should've broken, by now, and she doesn't want to see him lose it.

she can't keep him from running out into the world, she can't keep him from facing the truth of it (or the lies), but she also can't help but give them hell in return.

#asks #love y'all!

[spookymystery67]

I Wish I Could Walk In Heels

AN: Another chapter! This one is kind of filler. A bit of a time skip and also a way for you all to get a feel of how the reader and Ada's relationship has progressed. Still don't have a set in stone plan as to how this will go but hopefully you all enjoy!

Chapter 15:

— 2001 (Three years after Raccoon City)

You staying and working with Ada turned out to be a more permanent situation than you both had expected. You had both grown fond of each other over the years and came to realize that you two working together benefited you both. She would keep you safe and away from people looking to kill you, and you would keep her from being somewhat lonely. It was a win-win.

The both of you, surprisingly, made a wonderful team. A very efficient one. Especially after the lessons Ada had given you, teaching you how to be a good spy. Funnily enough, Ada sort of hated being called a spy. But you felt it fit with certain aspects of the job she has. Sneaking around, pretending to be someone high up to get into places you should not be in, the outfits. 

Oh god, the outfits.

High heels have become more of a constant in your life than you would like, thanks to Ada. Despite your insistence that you will be perfectly okay, and better off, without them. She still insisted. She would be more lenient about your choice of footwear if it was a normal field mission. One involving more running and physical activity than the heels would allow for you and your weak legs. But if the mission involved, say, a fancy party with fancy attire, then she will physically force the shoes onto your feet if she had to.

It happened once or twice. She has trained in combat way more than you have. Has years of experience.

You never stood a chance.

Honestly, after a couple years of it you were fed up. Your feet hurt. No matter how much you break the shoes in and walk in the damn things, they always hurt. You still don’t know how Ada does it. She walked in heels with the grace of a ballerina and never tripped like you did. At this point, you were convinced she made you wear heels just to make herself look better. 

You huffed in annoyance as you stumbled and tripped over your own two feet for the tenth time that night as you attempted to catch up to the long legged woman ahead of you.

"I still don't get it. How can you walk in those so effortlessly? Let alone run around?” You asked her, having to refrain from taking your own shoes off and just run around the property barefoot.

It was tempting. Really tempting. Who cares what the rich people back at the party might think?

"Walk in what?" She turned to look up at you from the device in your hand. You frankly had no idea what it did. She usually handled the more complex tech. You can work a normal computer, not those state of the art spy gadgets.

"The heels. You always wear the most impractical shoes, and yet you act like you're just wearing sneakers. Meanwhile, I’m like Bambi on ice." You huffed. You are not pouting. 

Definitely not pouting.

“Wow, you managed to go a whole three years without bringing up my shoes again. I'm impressed.” She joked. You glared at her while she laughed in return.

"Practice. And a lot of natural skill." Ada said. She had a slight smile of amusement, a smile that she tended to have with you more often as of late, as she looked from her high heeled feet to yours. 

"I think you're nuts. Walking around in red dresses and high heels in all these dangerous situations. It is not comfortable." You complained.

"I'm used to it. Plus, you can really cause some damage with these bad boys." She jokingly high kicked in your direction, a sharp, high heeled foot a few inches away from your face. You lightly swat her foot away.

"Yeah, by potentially breaking an ankle." You joked back, lightly kicking at her other leg in response. The action nearly caused your ankle to roll and make you fall flat on your ass. She quickly reached out to steady you.

You stumbled and huffed once more. “I get it’s your thing, but why make me suffer with you?”

Ada smirked as she let go of your arms once she knew you were balanced. “Flats are a crime against fashion. I’m doing you a favor. Plus, you need more practice.” She went back to studying the small device in her hand as she looked at her surroundings, searching for something.

You raised a brow with arms crossed and grumbled. “You and your stupid fashion sense.” 

"Ha! Like you don't like my style." Ada did a little turn as she teased, smirking as your face flushed in response.

You will forever continue to deny that she makes you blush. No matter how obvious it was to her.

You hummed, acting indifferent. "Oh, I love your style. Very femme fatale. Total badass. And you manage to defy the laws of physics while doing it." 

"What do you mean?" She tilted her head in confusion, looking at you from the corner of her eye as she still fiddled with the device.

"For one, you somehow manage to sneak around in those shoes without alerting anyone you don't want to of your presence. That alone should be damn near impossible. Yet you still manage to do so without fail and continue to amaze me every single time." You admitted.

"Hmm, flattery. Do go on." She practically purred, slowly walking into your personal space.

You clear your throat, turning to glance away slightly to avoid eye contact. "And that little grappling hook you have should not physically be able to pull you off the ground, let alone let you swing and flip off from it.”

The grappling hook did confuse you. You used to think grappling hooks only worked in comic books. Yet she somehow still made it work. She had let you try it out once for the hell of it. Let’s just say that you nearly landed yourself, and Ada, in the hospital. 

She had actually thought that it was absolutely hilarious.

"Are you calling me fat?" She joked, bringing your attention back to the current conversation.

"Pfft, no. Just  that you’re out of this world in more ways than one." You lamely attempted to flirt,  before rolling your eyes and slapping your palm to your face in regret. 

Smooth. Real smooth.

She laughed as she stuck the small device shaped like a bracelet around her wrist. "That was so bad. Cute. But bad."

"I aim to please." You laughed off, masking your embarrassment. She could see right through you, of course.

"You would think with all the time you spend with me you would be better at flirting, Y/n." She teased.

"Now you're just being rude." You crossed your arms in mock offense.

"Awe, don't pout. Being bad at flirting is part of your charm. It's adorable, and oddly flattering." Ada smirked as you felt your cheeks flush once again at her compliment.

"Thanks." Was all you could think to say. Strangely enough, you were only bad at flirting with her. You could fake flirt like a boss to distract all your targets. She and you both knew this, but never chose to comment on it.

“You’re welcome. Now, the goods should be that way. Let’s get it and get out quickly. I’d rather not stick around here much longer.” Ada told you as she began to guide you in the direction she pointed.

“Here” was some sort of charity event being thrown by some rich guy, that you didn’t bother learning the name of, who was loved by most in the media due to his very generous donations to the unfortunate and the poor. That also included donations to those few who survived the Raccoon City incident. On paper, he sounded like a nice man. But of course, said rich man was corrupted and making deals with and against Umbrella behind closed doors. You weren’t even surprised at this point. Over the three years you and Ada have been working together, you found that pretty much everyone with money and power were involved under Umbrella’s very large, well, umbrella. So to speak.

“What did that thing even do?” You asked her, gesturing to the device around her wrist.

“It’s a tracker. A map, sort of. It helps tell me where the files are.” She explained as plainly as she could. You don’t even know if she could give you a more complex, scientific, explanation on how it works. You wouldn’t be surprised if she could.

Even after three years, you didn’t know much about her past before she had started her mercenary work. She claimed that it didn’t matter when you had asked. In her books, the girl before Ada Wong does not exist any longer. Why bring it up again?

You didn’t push for answers. If she didn’t want to talk about it or remember it, then that was her choice. You have no right to force it out of her. You could only theorize that she didn’t have a great childhood. You could relate to a certain degree. With parents that were overbearing yet somehow neglectful at the same time when it came to your choices and feelings on certain topics. Future career? Their choice. Hobbies? Their choice. Clothes you wear? Their choice. You felt more like a puppet to them than a child with the way they ignored your thoughts and feelings throughout your entire childhood.

But you didn’t want to think about it either. Nor did you want to think about all that you lost when Raccoon City went out with a boom. So you understood Ada to a certain extent. Why bring up painful memories? Just makes it all the more difficult to move on from them.

“Have you decided where you want these files to go?” You questioned. She had taken the job from an employee of Umbrella. Not Wesker, someone else.

Wesker had been MIA for three years now and neither you or Ada had heard from the man. None of you were complaining. Especially you. You were not eager to meet the man that had wanted you dead. But not hearing anything from Wesker in so long made you anxious. You knew he was plotting something. What? You didn’t know. Something evil, no doubt.

“Not yet. We can figure that out after we finish this mission.” Ada said. You nodded in agreement.

You took off your heels to make it easier to sneak as you were led back into the building and down the maze of halls, dodging and avoiding any security cameras that were in sight. As you walked deeper into the large building, you noticed that the halls were becoming more heavily secured. Ada quickly dragged you into an office room to avoid the person walking down the hall you were in.

“Alright, looks like the vents are the best way to go.” Ada said as she quickly got to work on opening the vent. As she did so, you moved the office chair to angle under the door handle to keep anybody from getting in. 

Ada got the vent unscrewed and quietly placed the cover on the ground and out of the way. She looked back at you as you kept an ear to the door to hear for any oncoming footsteps.

“Y/n. Come on.” Ada gestured you over. She climbed into the vent and you quickly ran across the room, put your shoes back on and climbed in behind her.

“It’s weirdly fun to climb through vents. I thought I’d hate it because it’s such a tight space, but it’s not as bad as I thought.” You muttered to Ada.

“Hmm, sure it’s not because of the view you always get?” Ada hummed as she briefly looked over her shoulder at you. 

You scoffed, blushing slightly at the implication. “Bold of you to assume I’m staring at your ass, Ada.”

Ada hummed innocently. “Never said you were staring at my ass. I thought you were staring at my shoes.” She smirked.

You huffed a short laugh. “Bullshit. I know what you were implying.”

“Are you saying I don’t look good from behind?” Ada questioned in mock offense, continuing to lead you forward.

“You fishing for compliments? I don’t think your ego needs it.” You joked.

“Humor me.”

You rolled your eyes. “Yes, Ada, you have a nice backside.”

“Thank you. See, was that so hard?” Ada purred.

“Extremely.” You drawed sarcastically.

You both eventually made it out of the vents and into another room. You glanced around the room and realized it was another office. 

“Is this where the files are?” You asked Ada. You expected the office full of confidential Umbrella files to be more secured.

“Of course it is. You still doubt me after all these years?” Ada asked as she walked to one of the file storages.

“No. Not at all. Just thought this mission would be more difficult.”

“Shh, don’t talk like that. We don’t want this mission to be more difficult.” Ada hushed you as she rifled through the files.

“I thought you hated boring missions?” You asked.

Ada goes to respond when the door flew open and you jumped, reaching for the gun held on your thigh holder. You made eye contact with the intruder and your eyes widened in shock.

“Jill?”

#ada wong #resident evil #ada wong x reader #resident evil x reader #claire redfield #jill valentine #leon kennedy #raccoon city

[gretahayes]

love ur repair shop au love all ur yj stuff <33 what kind of hero adventures would happen/how often would they happen? idk just any thoughts abt it bc it seems so cute and nice

so I've already mentioned dimension shenanigans, but also supernatural shenanigans?? every now and then obviously there's some major crisis that sends one/all of them back home or like an alien invasion, but mostly it's dimension and supernatural stuff. need these kids to not have Any main nemesis', no jokers or eobards (I would go evil too if my name was fucking EOBARD) or luthors or cheetahs or big giant monsters, nobody dedicating their life to hurt them.

bart's shaken awake at two am by a grumpy tim tromping into the bedroom and saying theres a dimensional rift opening up in their living room. bart deals with it then comes back to see tim's taken his place in the cuddle pile so he wiggles in between cassie and kon (didn't betray him) and wakes all of them up in the process. they get back to sleep eventually but half on top of bart as revenge (it doesn't work, bart likes the pressure) then cassie cracks open an eye to ask, "hey, why were you even up?" and they're back awake again.

they've got to deal with wayward spirits and confused ghosts, plus people who got dragged through the thin spot in space time their shop is based in. bart multitasks by also keeping an eye on it, so wally can't mind his business west has no reason to keep popping in. speedsters are still their most reoccuring visitors because it's a convenient place to dimension hop so bart's learnt to suck it up.

their hero stuff is less big flashy monsters and tech geniuses. its supernatural stuff they have to deal with, and it sent everyone off-kilter a bit because this is Odd yeah but so relieving actually?? nobody waiting to stab them in the back except for the creepy vampire that's been following them all day, and they can deal with that well enough. a huge but needed change of pace.

kon's got the neatest handwriting because bart and tim both scrawl unintelligibly (the consequences of being geniuses whose brains move too fast for their hands), cassie scribbles only barely legibly (why does this girl write like she's always in a hurry?) and kon's handwriting is neat because he cares about how it looks. the others don't really—they can make it look nice, tim especially, but you have to understand; they can't be bothered. so kon tends to do all the writing for everything, and thank god for ttk otherwise he'd have permanent hand cramps.

they have a garden! it took a lot of trial and error, but now they're finally growing more things than they kill (it took several trips to the farm to figure that out—books didn't help much against their non-existent green thumbs. they're not complaining though, they love ma and pa).

of course, they're still called home for big events and all brought together when there's a huge world-ending event or whatever, but their shop and their home are sort of a break from that, y'know? after a long day of saving humanity they shed their armor and collapse in a pile together and know there's nothing that'll hurt them as they are, right then and there. and that's reassuring.

#asks #core four repair shop au #cassie sandsmark #kon el #tim drake #bart allen

[grimalkinmessor]

Do you have any trans fem light headcanons?

I always have Light headcanons 👁️👁️

Usually I hc Light as bigender (she/her used generally as Kira-specific given that I think that's the only other spot in his life that he could acknowledge as a change in who he was SUPPOSED to be rather than who she really IS), because I do think Light actually does feel mentally aligned to his masculinity in a solid capacity, just not completely so, but! I can totally cook up something for trans fem Light :3

I actually have thought about this before—it's somewhere in my long ass wip ideas list—but the snag I always hit is Light even,,,,figuring out that she's trans :/ Because canon Light tends to just ignore when he feels bad in any sort of emotional or mental capacity, so dysphoria would probably ping "his" radar as something to go "Welp, time to ignore that! ᕕ(; ᐛ )ᕗ" about. So I see Light discovering it either young enough that she doesn't know that she should be denying it yet, or old enough that she could move towns and change her name with little fuss—never speaking to her family again, of course, but that's the price of being trans in early 2000s Japan with traditionalist parents :') Sayu might eventually go looking for her though. Sayu strikes me as someone open-minded.

BUT, these two options have different catalysts. If Light discovers it young enough for Sachiko to see it as "okay" to socially transition, then Sayu is the catalyst. Sayu has lots of pretty, traditionally feminine things, and she wants to play with her brother—which, of course, Light indulges. Sayu bullies Light into dressing up to play with her, she does makeovers with him, he does her hair and make-up and she does his (and while I usually hc Soichiro finding out and gently but firmly putting a stop to that, for this AU let's say he doesn't find out). Light, after enough times doing this with Sayu, probably notices the fact that he actually prefers Sayu's things to his own. He probably permanently borrows a hair pin or two, maybe even buys a few of his own when he runs errands for his mom. And Sachiko inevitably finds out about it, but again. Sachiko is just as much of a snake as Light in that she's cunning and able to switch faces quickly. So she probably has a long talk with Light about why he bought them and what's going on, and he confesses (after much manipulative prodding) that he doesn't "feel right", that he hasn't for a while, and he thinks it might be because he's a boy.

So Sachiko does what any good mom would do; she fixes it. Light would be young here, seven to ten I'm thinking, enough that it wouldn't be hard for Sachiko to buy Light some new clothes and start introducing her as a daughter. When Soichiro comes home, she sits him down after the kids are asleep and tells him what's going to happen. She does not ask for permission or his thoughts on it. She goes "Light is our daughter now and you'll treat her as such. We're moving cities in two weeks so she can have a new start in a new school. If anyone ever asks we've always had two daughters." Soichiro is bewildered of course, and instinctively affronted at the idea, but Sachiko steamrolls him. Queen Gaslighter, your honor, and her new Princess Gaslighter who learned from the best. They do as Sachiko bids, and Light is able to live her life unimpeded.

HOWEVER. If Light figures it out as an adult, then RYUK is the catalyst. Human Ryuk, of course, as I don't see grown-up Light with the Death Note having time to realize anything like that when he's busy manipulating the Task Force and his own father and the SPK and Misa and Mikami and—you get it. Anyway, Ryuk is the one who makes Light realize that she's a she instead of a he. And, being the terrible influence/cynical voice of (sarcasm) reason he is, Ryuk is the one who encourages Light to go whole hog with vanishing off the face of the Earth and changing her name instead of transitioning in secret or telling her family. But again, by this time it's too late for Light to socially transition and keep her family; everyone knows Chief Yagami and his brilliant son, their extended family knows Sachiko had a boy and a girl. They wouldn't be able to take Light in as a daughter, only disown her as a son. And Light knows this, Ryuk knows this, but Ryuk is the one that knocks Light out of her self-sacrificing "I shall simply swallow it down and deal with the lot I've been handed, continue living my life as a man even though it grows ever-chafing and suffocating :)" and into "Fuck that. I'll be doing whatever I fucking want, actually, because I'm better than literally every other conceivable human being and I should be able to revel in my own splendor as the person I want to see in the mirror." Encouraging Light's ego is double-edged sword here, obviously, but try getting Ryuk to give a fuck ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

Light abandons her life as a Yagami and Ryuk helps her forge some papers so she can get a job in Fukushima as an accountant/architect/designer/whatever the hell she wants to do as Asahi Tsuki. (This is one of the few scenarios I ever picture Light changing her name in. Only ever out of necessity. Her name was never the problem, and she likes it—she keeps it if she can).

I don't see Light's personality changing all that much? Save for the fact that transitioning probably yanks down the veil of her politeness a little and she acts a little bit more herself. I.e. mean and sarcastic but in a way you only realize three hours after the fact. Light's learned to go after what she wants viciously in this case, and is probably a little more indulgent of herself as well. Unlike canon Light, trans fem Light has learned to ask herself "What do I want?". She probably lets herself have things that she didn't before, like sweets and beautiful clothes and shiny trinkets and expensive stationary—things she actually likes instead of things she's expected to have. After all, if Light's going to be "selfish" why not go all in? ;3

#asks #anonymous #death note #yagami light #fem yagami light #trans fem yagami light #ryuk #yagami sayu #yagami sachiko #yagami fam feels

[imperiuswrecked]

There's something deeply tragic and disturbing about the Johnny/Crystal/Pietro love triangle. Johnny and Crystal are the "kids" of their teams. They're more innocent and tend to be spoiled and protected by their friends. When they're together, they seem to love projected ideals more than each other. Johnny wants a pretty girl who has no trouble with his heroics, and Crystal was a guy who shows her the outside world. Conversely, Pietro matured quickly. (1/2)

Nobody protected Pietro, he was a protector. Nor did anyone reach to comfort him and give him space to show his vulnerability. When Pietro was thrown into the equation, he became protector and emotional caretaker for Crystal. Crystal became a source of peace and comfort he had never known before. Johnny and Crystal had fun, but their love wasn't as deep and natural like Reed and Sue or Ben and Alicia. Pietro and Crystal, though, complimented each other. (2/3) But of course, Crystal, give or take mind control from Maximus, ruined what she and Pietro had. It didn't help that Pietro was also mind controlled into mistreating her. Crystal will always crave that extra bit of fun and irresponsibility, even if it means betraying people who love her and might be waiting for her. She's kind and idealistic (at least intended to be), but she doesn't have her priorities straight. (3/4) And honestly, the biggest issue here is that writers don't know where to take Johnny and Crystal beyond being the token team kids. In-universe, neither of them face any pressure to mature and take responsibility either. Reed and Sue allow Johnny to drop out of school to pursue full-time celebrity, and the Inhuman Royals don't mind anything Crystal does as long as she does her Royal duties. Johnny laughs things off, Crystal plays helpless, lonely victim. (4/5) Opposite of Spidey's issues, writers keep trying to shove Johnny and Crystal together, even when they've proven they haven't worked and will not work out just because both of them are too naive, too prone to wishful thinking, and too in need of quick self-gratification. Pietro is the one who truly gets screwed over, because he came in looking for commitment and a place to belong, and he got sacrificed for Johnny and Crystal's drama. (5/5)

I don't think the writers should take Johnny/Crystal anywhere, at this point it just doesn't work imo. They were teen crushes at one point but I don't think there is really anything there to build upon. I just wanted to point out that Johnny does go to college so he did finish high school, but I think Johnny like many comic characters is stuck on a loop because marvel is too afraid of making long term changes to older characters. Even Spider-Man is stuck on a loop where he isn't allowed to progress any further.

I do think that Pietro fell in love with Crystal because she was kind to him but also because she took care of him when he was alone which would cause him to fall even harder in love with her, but I disagree that they were compatible, they were also too young and their personalities/backgrounds too unrelatable to be married. Pietro always wants to set down roots vs Crystal trying to break free from her royal trappings.

Pietro was 100% thrown in to break up Johnny/Crystal permanently so that the writers could be free to go back to the loveable bachelor Johnny who just can't catch a break with love. So yeah I do agree, it's tragic how Pietro was treated and his own story was shifted so that it could be a part of the Johnny/Crystal drama but I can't complain too much because without Pietro/Crystal then we wouldn't have Luna and I really love that Pietro is a father and has a daughter even though Marvel forgets her all the time.

#pietro maximoff #quicksilver #johnny storm #crystal amaquelin #imp answers

[skyedancer-system]

Some people on another post said they were interested in hearing our system experiences (with being a gateway system and other stuff), so here we go!

It got pretty long so we’ll use a cut ^^

We’re a gateway system, which means that our headspace is, in a way, a real place somewhere. For us, we see it as a kind of in-between space between worlds, and that we’re connected to it, an others are as well (more on that later). We call our headspace STAR SPACE bc of how it looks (a bunch of floating islands in outer space; the art in our pinned is mostly accurate to what it looks like) and it just sounds nice ^^

Since STAR SPACE is an in-between, we get new people showing up a lot, most commonly because 1.) Something happened to their world/happened to them in their world, or 2.) They already had an aptitude for world-hopping and ended up in STAR SPACE. The “something happened to them” explanation is the more common of the two in our experience.

We do have one person in particular who world-hops a lot: 🔮Sunny. Crow goes between here and crow’s home world (where he is also part of a system) a lot. He actually spends more time there than here, but comes over every so often to check in, sometimes bringing friends along (first time that happened is documented here (link)). 🐝Bee travels too, but she can’t go back to buzz’s home world for some reason; we aren’t completely sure why. She does tag along with 🔮Sunny sometimes though. Them traveling between STAR SPACE and crow’s system is how we fully realized that it’s an in-between space.

We have had a few people permanently leave, or at least it seems permanent considering how long they’ve been gone and the circumstances around it. It’s different than someone going dormant; when they’re dormant we can still mostly feel that they’re here in the system (down in the void beneath STAR SPACE we’re pretty sure). When someone leaves completely, their presence is 100% gone until they come back (if they come back).

Gateways between STAR SPACE and other worlds tend to form when we get latched onto a certain world that exists in fiction here; it’s why we have so many people in here that we call fictives (though they technically aren’t introjects), and a lot of people from one place or closely connected places tend to come through in a short time (for example, the most recent was Pokémon, and we had 11 people show up in around 2 months, mostly from the same version of the Pokémon world).

We’ve had a couple people end up in the system long before their home worlds were even conceptualized in this world. 🌑Mare and 🔪Omori have been around for well over a decade at this point (though none of us knew we were separate people back then), yet their sources have only existed here for around 7-8 and 3 years respectively. They did not realize who they were until we interacted with their sources, but they were always themselves.

There are only 2 people in here that don’t originate in an outside world; 🐉Night (who was the first to ever split we’re pretty sure), and 🌈Aster (an OCtive who formed as we were making a design). 🌈Aster stands out since he formed within the past year, while 🐉Night has been here since elementary school or earlier.

Like in other systems, STAR SPACE does tend to pull more people through when we’re stressed or going through a hard time. People can show up at any time though.

There’s a lot we still don’t understand, and that we never will, but that’s part of what we enjoy about this! We are always discovering more about ourself, and other worlds in the process! We just wish there were more gateway systems out there talking about their experiences; we want to see how they differ and how they’re similar!

If anyone has questions about anything we’d love to answer them! Talking about our system is something we really enjoy, and sometimes it helps us realize new things too!

#plurality #actually plural #multiplicity #plural system #endogenic #traumaendo #gateway system

[invested-in-your-future]

For years people tend to go "they can't just give everyone trauma because this specific character already has it" and like...

That's not how any of it works.

For one, that's not how trauma works.

There's no singular "trauma" that fits everyone. Trauma can differ at it's very source and in its nature. Traumatic experience can be a specific event that affects a person or a specific event can turn into a continuous part of life. Or there can be no specific event even. Not all trauma is PTSD. A person can have experienced a traumatic event that shaped their lives and decisions and not even consciously realize (which is part of why mental health is important).

And secondly. Contrary to popular belief - trauma is not some rare occurrence. Statistically in US alone, traumatic experience is something more than two thirds of the population experienced. Sometimes more than once more than one type of trauma. Worldwide there are studies indicating over 70% of respondents have experienced trauma.

To imply that in a story there's a specific "quota" that once filled means nobody else ever can get an adverse reaction to events within their lives is just...crass?

And lastly, more specific to RWBY - have y'all actually looked at premise/setting???? Everything is trauma.

It's a setting about moving forward in a world scarred by literal world war, within the order built by the generation that lived it. A world besieged by ghastly creatures that specifically are attracted to strong negative emotions. The world itself has gone through multiple traumatic events and has recurring permanent consequences for some of them.

And that's not even going through the lead characters too!

The show stars the protagonist who built her entire identity on an idealised worldview based on her late mother because of the tragic circumstances of her death. As she faces new trauma, she struggles with her escapism and.avoids actually parsing her trauma.

And her team?

A young woman running away from an abusive over-privileged and toxic family while also dealing with subconscious biases and toxic elements of personality shaped by such an environment.

A young woman running away from an abusive relationship and haunted by her past, unsure of her future, while also dealing with race-based cumulative traumatic stress and the pressure of hiding her own identity.

A young woman unsure of her place in the world or her own identity, dealing with similar traumatic elements as her younger sister, but without an outlet and without the benefit of being in denial about it. Someone who always struggled with self blame and lack of sense of self worth and belonging and thus overcompensated by living through others instead trying to put on the air of careless hedonism

And that's just the beginning. That doesn't even get into all the traumatic things that happen to pretty much all of them through the course of the three volumes. Nor does it really deep dive into other issues characters have.

You can expand it to side characters too, as you have a secondary team made up of an individual shaped by social expectations of toxic masculinity, an individual shaped by peer pressure and social expectations and individuals that very likely have survivor's guilt. And it goes beyond them too. Literally everyone is dealing with something.

All characters suffer from traumatic experiences and live in a world built upon an extremely traumatic experience that scarred it

Who wouldn't be traumatized by something in a setting like that?

The show's big message is all about the importance of perseverance and moving forward. Moving forward from/through what? The writing team of the show has long since forgotten what it is about but it certainly ain't about moving through a forest location for entire volume that's for sure.

#rwby #rwde #yang xiao long #ruby rose #blake belladonna #rwby stuff mine