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thesilverlady · 1 year

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Please can you share your headcanons of Helaena and her relationships especially the one that she had with Aegon and her children

The fact the both of them are married and have children together but never shared one single interaction is one of the worst choices hbo has ever made and people want to convince you that they made Helaena better than her book counterpart lmao. Sorry but obsession with bugs is not even a personality to begin with

the fact HBO sucked out the dynamics from every single character was definitely... a choice

and yeah, I understand Helaena gets some ridiculous hate but pretending making her the way they did is somehow better than her book canon self is a deep delusion.

SO HELAENA HEADCANONS (I decided to make them a bit generic to cover more of her life, but if you want a solo only for Aegon x Helaena let me know)

1) Helaena isn't really pious. She follows the faith as any person but she doesn't really demonize other women the way her mother does

2) Similar to her brothers, she loves hearing tales of her Targaryen ancestors. She prefers the romance however and is something she bonds over with Rhaenyra - who is the best storyteller

3) Her older sister is someone she looks up to; as a child she dreams of being like to Rhaenyra when she grows older

4) Helaena has a small circle of lady friends but they've all been Hightower approved™ She doesn't mind this much, as long as there's no bad talking about other family members

5) She's the most patient of her siblings and lacks the temper the rest have. It takes a lot to piss her off - which is why it's shocking her she does snap

6) She gets along with her father just fine. He obviously loves Rhaenyra very much but he never makes her feel unwelcome or unfavored when she's with him. Her favorite past time is when he dines privately with her and Rhaenyra, calling them his sweet girls.

7) Aegon & Aemond are nasty as kids. It wasn't that bad before Aemond was born but having another boy around really clicked for her older brother. They mock her for not being pretty and always have a way to downplay everything she does. Alicent reprimands them if she hears it but she doesn't actually do anything to punish them. The only satisfaction she gets is when they try to do the same with Rhaenyra. Her older sister has a reply to everything and she always makes the boys flash with embarrassment

8) Helaena may not have the striking targaryen beauty (she's by no means ugly, just y'know, quite normal, a bit plain) but she has the prettiest voice when it comes to singing. And she knows how to play the harp. She performs to her father and sister a lot.

9) She loves her dragon and wishes she could fly with dreamfyre more but her mother has always been very discouraging of spending time with their dragons. The boys never listen to her but Helaena must be a proper lady so she tries to appease her. It doesn't make her miss dreamfyre any less though

10) She absolutely adores Daeron, and he's definitely her favorite of the boys. She visits him and Baby Jacaerys a lot

11) Helaena is devasted when Daeron is sent away, and it's one of the rare moments where she stands up for herself and argues with her mother. Viserys tries to comfort her by telling her she can always visit him and exchange letters

12) She does end up being the one to have the most familiarity with Daeron. She always sends the most letters to her siblings that are far away (daeron & rhaenyra) and for her nameday she gets her own raven

13) She seeks advice from her mother and her ladies when her marriage to Aegon comes closer. They give the usual unhelpful ones "Be good, have patience, obey your husband" bs, so predictably, she goes to Rhaenyra in tears, because Aemond has also added a bunch of doubts about what her older brother will do to her. Her older sister definitely isn't pleased to be awaken in the middle of the night, but she does humor her with some good advices ("don't let him do anything you don't want, try to be on top for the first time, don't be hesitant to push him, convince him to do what you want, sex shouldn't be painful, there's more than just producing children it's for pleasure too")

14) Her first night as a wife is... not bad. Aegon actually seems nervous for once, and they share a drink. She almost chokes with how nasty her brother's drink taste and he laughs. She confesses she doesn't want this to hurt and ask him to at least try to be gentle. The first time still hurts a bit (patience isn't her brother's virtue) but at least he did spend enough time to prepare her. In their second time she asks to be on top (which catches him off guard but allows it) and both end up enjoying it much better

15) As it's expected Aegon does ask her where she got these ideas from and Helaena is honest about who she asked. He doesn't say anything and she worries he might tell their mother but surprisingly that never happens

16) Marriage doesn't change her brother, or his tastes. She only requires him to not go after her ladies or servants. She knows better than to attempt to control any aspect of his life but out of sight, out of mind

17) While Aegon isn't the most gallant man, the past mockery does stop and he event fistfights with Aemond when he doesn't end his remarks. Helaena doubts he did it necessarily for her sake but she can't deny there's a... charm to it.

18) Another common ground she finds with her husband is the protectiveness they feel over their twins. Tongues can be cut from nobles but their family is a different matter. Alicent urges them to have another child. Otto is brutally honest about how Jaehaery's deformities andJaehaera's sex is against their cause. Aegon and Helaena become a shield for their twins and will fight anyone who make nasty comments about them. Their family learns to be more... delicate with expressing their opinions relating to the twins

19) Mothers aren't supposed to have a favorite child, she knows that. But Helaena can't help favoring Jaehaerys more. Her first born son is sweet, and needy and never wants to leave her side. Jaehaera is so much less expressive and while she tries to work with her it can be hard. Maelor has an adventurous spirit and loves exploring. He's good for Jaehaera who he forces out of her shell, but Jaehaerys remains constant. He's her most beloved though she'd never say it aloud.

20) After b&c Helaena gets lost into her head. She's too ashamed to look at Maelor, too hearbroken to face Jaehaera. In the dark, she seeks to find someone to blame; Rhaenyra for not giving up her throne, Aegon for thirsting for blood, Aemond for starting this when he murdered their child nephew. She wants to blame her mother who fed and nurtured this hatred between her siblings wants to blame her grandfather whose ambition and greed were always a priority, but in the end she only blames herself. For not finding a way to prevent this; the war, her son's death. All the loss and pain. She can't live with herself. When King's Landing falls to Rhaenyra and she's taken captive Helaena won't bear to see any of her children or siblings die. She ends her life so she won't have to witness any further the horror that has befallen on their house

#helaena targaryen #helaena x aegon ii #helaena x rhaenyra #aegon ii targaryen #helaegon #<- using the ship tag because I think these could inspire shippers 🤷🏻‍♀️#my headcanons #ask reply #lmao I should have known better than to think I could keep this happy. I made myself sad #anyways I have so many headcanons about Helaena X Rhaenyra as sisters yall #also sorry to Aemond fans.i like him I swear but he was a nasty kid let's be serious

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magicstar16 · 3 years

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Invader zim Sitcom au (Part 2)

Okay so this is gonna go over all the other famlies. For characters who’s last names I don’t know I just gave them random last names.

The membranes: AKA The next door neighbors who get a spinoff later or something

Professor Membrane: Doesn’t change much besides from being actually supportive this time. He’s like how he was in ETF. He’s still a successful scientist, but the “Smartest man in the world” thing is only just a title now. He let’s Gaz and Dib help him during some of his experiments as a fun, family bonding activity. (This does not mean they’re all safe, they can still be pretty chaotic, such as that one time where the house got overrun by gerbils). He still has robotic limbs from the shark incident, the incident actually left him deathly afraid of sharks (Yaaaaayyy PTSD)

Dib Membrane: Still a feral little paranormal investigator, he Zim go on crazy paranormal-hunting adventures together (YAAAYY Zadf), which Gaz joins sometimes. Sometimes it just ends up like a scooby-doo mystery where it turns out nothing supernatural was actually going on, sometimes they actually find some sort of paranormal thing. A lot of they’re hangouts are paranormal investigations. Dib’s still feral but he’s still calmer and more rational than Zim, while ZIm is much more rash and impulsive. Though Dib’s still more of a logical thinker, while Zim is a much more outside-the-box thinker, so they work well together. Sometimes they’ll butt heads and their competitiveness flares up again, but it’s more of a friendly, chaotic rivalry.

Gazlene “Gaz” Membrane: Gaz is a lot like how she was in the comics, still a jerk, but she still cares about her brother. Her care commonly shows in anger born of worry, she’s pretty much 80% of his impulse control.

Clembrane and Foodio 3000: Clembrane was a clone made by membrane so that membrane could get more stuff done, but the cloning didn’t go so well, which is why Clembrane is the way he is. Clembrane just ends up doing housework, and has an odd fixation on pudding. (Professor doesn’t know why, he thinks it might be because that was one of the first thing they taught him to cook that came out edible). Foodio’s pretty much the same, but was instead created as a robo-butler to clean the house and do chores when membrane was to busy.

Skoodge Brians: Zim’s best friend besides Dib, he’s gullible, but he’s got a good heart and he means well. He’s also a strong boy, physically and emotionally. He, Zim, Dib, and Gaz make up a ragtag bunch of misfits and stand up for eachother togther, and go on their own misadventures. Skoodge takes the bullying he receives in stride because he tells himself (Or at least tries to) that they’re just empty insults. He’s usually the shoulder to cry on for the group. He’s the type of friend to just let himself into the house if he’s close enough with whoever lives there (I.e, The Membrane sibs and Zim).

Tak Vessel: (I wanted her surname to be a reference to her ship in the show. Vessel is an actual surname, albeit rare, and is a synonym for ship). Tak is a transfer student from the UK (Hence her accent) causing occasional culture shock for her (”IT’S NOT CALELD SOCCER! IT’S CALLED FUTBOL!!!” “Tak please it’s just a game). She’s kind of a bully who usually targets Zim, but mostly because he keeps ticking her off. She does have her soft spots for the Membrane siblings and her little sister Mimi. She holds some begrudging respect for Skoodge for putting up with everyone’s BS, her included, she can’t even imagine having that kind of patience. She mellows down if you get on her good side and can be a good friend when she wants to, She’s not much of a bully as she is just able to go from 0 to 100 real easily.

Minerva “Mimi” Vessel: Tak’s “creepy” little sister around Gir’s age. Tak is really close to her, which comes as a surprise to most people since Tak is seen as the kind of person who’d bully their little sibling. Mimi is a creepy little Satan child, at least at surface level. She checks all the boxes on the creepy little kid list. She doesn’t talk, she has big ole eyes that stares into your soul, she usually plays or sits alone, and is into some dark things, like she’s the kid who’d read the original tale after watching a disney movie, and would prefer the original. But deep down she’s just shy. She opens up to Gir later in the series, and usually lets him talk for her (Either by whispering in his ear and having him repeat what she just said, or communicating in sign language and having him translate, Gir’s translations are the same quality as google translate, not entirely accurate but you can get what she’s trying to say if you connect the dots). Mimi only speaks when she deems it necessary, since she has a stutter and a bit of a lisp when she speaks, which she’s really insecure about.

Tennessee “Tenn” Michaels: (I know literally nothing about Tenn please forgive me) A lively girl who’s kind of a ditz, but always tries her best and is quick to know when she’s made a mistake. She’s a friend of Skoodge’s so she knows the main squad just by proximity. She’s much more of a girly girl then Tak and Gaz, but they humor her because it makes her happy. Her parents run a daycare which she helps with sometimes, although “Help” usually means “Be offered as a sacrifice to a bunch of insane toddlers” in her eyes (Kinda like being sent tons of defective sir units in the show, except she’s only stuck with them until they’re parents pick them up). Sometimes she joins the main squad with they’re paranormal investigations or general shenanigans, but usually she can’t because she’s busy helping her parents at the daycare. She’s pretty much the only main character who’s not unpopular and has more then 4 or 5 friends.

Floog Gregor: Floog is a shy boy who’s also friends with Skoodge. He’s timid but he tries to be a good leader, and he’s even vice president of the student council at Skool. He looks up to his Dad, Theen, who’s a commander serving in the navy seals. Floog doesn’t get to see his dad very often, at least not in person (They do things like phone calls and video chat, but it’s not the same) Floog knows that his dad’s very busy, and that he has to sacrifice family time for his job. But since Theen’s a navy seal (I’ll keep it vague where Theen is serving specifically because I don’t want to offend anyone) Floog feels selfish for wanting his dad to come home, because of this, Floog has a tendacy to put others before himself. Like Tenn, Floog sometimes joins the main gang in their misadventures, but he’s usually too scared. When he does join them, he’s the most hesitant to do anything, and pretty much takes orders from the others. He’s pretty much the Shaggy of the group.

Minimoose: The Invaedirs pet cat. (I made him a cat because cats go “Nyah!” like Minimoose) He’s a chubby lil good boi who waddles and causes trouble and cutes his way out of it. Zim found him in a dumpster and named him “Minimoose” because according to Zim, he looks like a miniature moose. Red and purple thought the name was stupid, Gir liked it, Miyuki thought it was hillarious, Spork didn’t really care, so Minimoose got his name via majority vote. Zim’s the closest with him, and Zim even talks to Minimoose sometimes. (”MINIMOOSE! Red pushed me again, how can I get him to stop pushing me?! “Nyah” “Good Idea Minimoose! Putting Red down means I WOULD get pushed less!” “Nyah” “Yes Minimoose, I love you too.”)

#invader zim #invader zim human au #sitcom au #invader floog #minimoose #iz zim #iz tak #invader tak #iz mimi #invader tenn #iz floog #iz tenn #membrane family #membrane siblings #professor membrane #gaz membrane #dib membrane #clembrane #foodio 3000

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kingburu · 3 years

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can we... know more about maria's parents? 👁️👄👁️

Laura, daughter of Victoria and Rafael, son of Letus (Thanatos)!

@ariihen and I have always joked/pushed around that idea that Nico is a Roman legacy in canonverse and dd-verse--but especially so in dd-verse. Since “Conquer or die” is a phrase that’s used by the Romans, we based Maria’s parents off that motto and basically said Victory or Death. Or in this case, victory and death!

Since Victory/Nike is kind of high strung, so is her daughter. Laura’s a sharp-tongued who has no patience for BS, and will throw hands if she needs to.

On the other hand, Rafael is a softer, gentler man since Letus/Thanatos’s realm is kind death. Since death is in his blood, we talked about how Rafael would have a low sperm count to begin with and Laurel probably miscarried a few time before they were finally able to have Maria, so they’re very protective of her.

Thus, Maria di Angelo, Legacy of Victoria and Letus was born with a kind father and a mom who told her never to take anything less than gold who’s a little kookie and zany, and it’s the Victoria in her that basically said, “Anyone can sleep with Jupiter/Zeus, who wants to do that? Has anyone tried to romance his wife?” (by proxy this is her attitude with literally any god in any AU that tries to romance her, she enjoys a challenge) and it’s the Death in her that makes her a little weird and say a bunch of double entendres Like, Zeus tried to romance her by taking her to the normal makeout spots and she wasn’t interested. He had to beg Hades and Poseidon to be Bros and let him take her to their realms and bc she wanted to see how cool the Underworld was and she was curious if anyone has tried to dissect a merman before (literally just think of Eclipsa from Star vs. the Forces of Evil and that’s how sweet/kookie she is)

When she fell in love with Hera, Laura congratulated Maria on winning her challenge but was not impressed with Hera bc the Queen of the Gods was not willing to marry her daughter. She also thinks that Hera’s cooking is subpar at best and “if you’re the goddess of family then why aren’t your kids running through the door?” and made Hera wear one of her aprons and use her hands to make pasta in the di Angelo household

Hera had to learn bc Maria can’t cook worth shit

Ironically, Hera’s need to impress Laura just puts Laura’s competitiveness into overdrive so that’s just a neverending battle for her

Rafael is just a chill dad; apparently Letus was known as kind and wanting to just sleep a lot; so he and his Type A wife really just balance each other out a lot. Laura made pasta, but Rafael made bone cookies for the Italian Day of the Dead and taught both Nico and Bianca how to make them. He really doesn’t care if Maria gets married or not, but he definitely cried both times his grandchildren were born bc he was worried that the di Angelo name would die with his genes

(he also doesn’t think Hera knows how to cook very well but he will eat what he was given)

This all started because ren and I joked that Percy would dress Nico up as his Italian grandmother to get the early bird senior citizen discount at the restaurants in New Rome, so he’d wear a gray wig, small spectacles, and a shawl made of Peacock feathers and Percy would parade Nonna Nicola around (i’m really hoping to bring this into the story at some point)

But another joke was that since Nico is a roman legacy, Laura would try to become a lar and protect the Fifth Cohort, so Thalia and Percy have just been listening to this crazy lady babbling on about her adorable grandchildren for a long time before Nico finally showed up. Laura has a soft spot for Nico bc he can carry on the family name

On the other hand, Rafael would be following Bianca around and supporting her shopping habits, and he has a soft spot for her bc she looks so much like Maria

Lastly, their names were chosen since laurels are a symbol of Victoria and Rafael means “Healing God,” or in the way it’s being depicted, the di Angelo patriarch is the “Healing Angel.”

#nico di angelo #maria di angelo #dearly departed #fic #the more you know!#Anonymous #tw: miscarriage #tw: miscarriages

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flightofaqrow · 4 years

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Meta: Road to Recovery

OKAY SO

Yesterday, @ littleblackqrow made this excellent post about Qrow hitting rock bottom in vol 6, [< that’s a link to it, my blog isn’t always great with identifying that] which breaks down:

Him being forced to literally face the consequences of his actions in regards to drinking.

Him not dealing with frustration or lack of direction well.

The rising tensions of his interpersonal relationships, people starting to lose patience with and call him on his bs, especially as he gets worse.

How important his relationship with Ruby is and not wanting to put that at risk.

Beautiful. The good stuff. Go read it if you haven’t.

But I also present to you another nuance that affected his descent and ultimate decisions: a complete blowout identity crisis.

This got long so I’m going to try and separate it into phases.

I. Loss of Identity

"I gave my life to you because you gave me a place in this world. I thought I was finally doing some good."

When Ozpin’s secret is revealed, Qrow’s reaction is to believe his entire purpose for the last 20+ years was working towards something that was never really a complete plan and probably doomed from the start. None of it mattered: The work STRQ put in. His choosing the opposite side of his own sister. Losing Summer. All the spying, fighting. The whole idea of having huntsman to begin with and all the effort he put in to be one of the best. All of the things he didn’t do instead.

In one fell swoop he loses his whole identity.

On top of finding out one of his most trusted people not only kept secrets, but lied to him - someone he’s likely stood up for and defended with bared teeth and is now finding out those other people were right. On top of what is still coming that has to be faced and all the lives in danger.

Ruby is right to be worried he won't take it well. Who would?

II. Rock Bottom

It's why even the apathy scene where he knows he fucked up isn't enough. The whole situation still feels hopeless. He still feels empty. Oh, and let's add on finding out his own hero and inspiration was one of the ones who gave up and ran away.

[Aside: When they were riding in the cart and Maria said “especially when some of you are clearly stronger already” I’m pretty sure that included Qrow. Look at him through her eyes! A huntsman 40+ who’s dedicated his whole life to the occupation, and even though it’s clearly taken a toll and he struggles, he’s still out there fighting the good fight to the bitter end like you’re supposed to!! She can’t be only talking about the young ones being skilled.]

So rock bottom hits.

But.

"If you think you can keep up with us kids, we’d be happy to have you."

Eventually we have the scene where Ruby stands up to him and offers him a new place at her side. She’s too smart for her own good. Even if it’s subconscious and intuitively, she knows what he needs. Maria’s still there, too. Still means something to him, and she reinforces this idea, coaxing him to make better choices:

"Guess you didn't give her enough credit either."

The seed’s been planted, but he's still too stuck in his own head and guilt to see it yet.

III. Breaking Down and Building Back Up

This finally culminates in his breakdown when the airship abduction plan starts falling apart:

“Every choice I've ever made has led me here, and I've dragged you along with me. Oz, myself, the others... We're responsible for the mess the world's in now. I shouldn't have come, shouldn't have let any of you come... What was I thinking?!”

Hopefully, this hits a little bit different now. It’s not just semblance-based guilt or even recognizing his recent failings. It’s everything crashing down around him. Literally every choice he’s made.

But then Ruby absolves him. [wow look at what can happen when you actually talk about stuff.] She steps up as her own person and a full on leader for the group, and finally, finally frees him from everything up until now; even this self-imposed intermediate job of being the responsible adult. And then once more reminds him of who he is and that there is still a fresh start to be his own person. She uses his full name for a reason.

“We could still use Qrow Branwen on our side.”

So he chooses to join the fight. Because of course he does.

He’s Qrow Branwen.

The huntsman who does what’s right.

IV. Staying Sober

So when all is said and done, and they’re winding down from the battle, and he goes for a drink, it isn't just not wanting to worry Ruby that stops him. He can’t even see her face. [Although, saying "just don't go giving me heart attacks like that again" aloud does, I think, finally cause the immediate flash of insight / irony that Ruby probably feels the same way about him, and is definitely a factor]. It's not even him confronting or atoning for his actions.

No, this moment is him making the transition from being Oz's spy (when it was all fun and games and he could get away with stuff because he was that good and worked alone), to realizing that if he's going to take on this new role as a committed support for RWBY + ORNJ (in a deadly war with uncertain and changing tactics, against an unkillable being), then, I need to be sharper. I need to be more present. I need to be a better me.

This is him looking right down the mouth of his flask and deciding for himself to leave it in the past with Ozpin and his own former identity, and to instead move forward and grow alongside everyone else.

Yesterday’s post made the beautiful observations of Ruby’s expressions during this scene, but let’s look at Qrow.

[I’m busy having a personal crisis, don’t touch me.]

[Well, I guess it’s okay.]

V. Bonus Round

And let me point out that once more, at the end of the battle, Maria reinforces him, this time by validating his performance in this new standby and support function. [Which is also probably closer to what he was used to being in STRQ, and more comfortable for him.]

“You weren't half bad yourself today, Qrow.”

This is self indulgent but I’M ADDING IT ON BECAUSE THIS SCENE BLOWS MY MIND, OK!! ALL WITHIN 40 SECONDS WE SEE:

Qrow being validated.

Qrow talking about his feelings.

Qrow accepting a compliment with poise.

Qrow genuinely relaxing and smiling.

BECAUSE OF MARIA!!!!

VI. Some extra asides

1. I think this all is part of why we see such a spike of bird form in vol 6 as well. Besides just making more sense than other battles maybe, since it’s something at a cliffside and tall forest, it's all he has left at that point. Ozpin and prior orders lost his respect. He lost the group's respect. He's already given the kids all the information he has. He's barely feeling useful as a huntsman. But here [man, the hope and pride in his voice when he says "you're not the only one who can get a bird's eye view" !!], here is this one thing that's special that he can still do and offer that no one else in the group can!! So he relies on it a little more than he normally would just to feel worthwhile.

2. SEE SECTION V - CLOVER YOU ABSOLUTE DOLT. Qrow’s already demonstrated all the things you’re trying to say he needs to work on. HE’S ONLY DEFLECTING AND FLUSTERED BECAUSE IT’S YOU SAYING THE THINGS!!! I don’t understand how the ship isn’t approached more from this direction instead of wanting Clover to be that development for him, but I always tend to handle ships differently I guess.

3. Expanding on that, Clover helped him have a fresh start with a new person to start feeling out this new self, and maybe work through some baggage. But I really think Qrow and this decision is stronger than to relapse much, if any, over the loss of him. I don't think he blames himself as much as some seem to believe either (yet another separate post), but even if he ends up with a bunch of guilt in vol 8, going sober was never about any resolution of his semblance or friend troubles. BUT at the same time stress is still stress so we'll see.

I feel like Nora running out of breath, bless you if you stuck with this the whole way.

#rwby #qrow branwen #rwby meta #rwby volume 6 #long post #* behind closed doors = ooc *#* gotta look inside / a little introspection = character development *#* hey don't get mad cause i'm right = headcanon *#* legends and stories; some of them true; some made up = meta *

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wildselkie · 4 years

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Top 10 Scenes in TDP Season 1 (pt. 1/3)

*not ordered in which is better or worse, but it will be in chronological order*

Also some things are worded weirdly. I have a pain in the ass time trying to get my thoughts across in words so... I thank you for your patience :))

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1) The scene where Callum, Ezran, and Rayla find the dragon prince. Ep. 2

I think this is one of the more pivotal moments in the show. I mean it is literally the scene that sets the story in motion after all! Two human princes, an elf assassin, and the lost dragon prince (who was thought to be dead/gone/egg destroyed(?)).. this is just IT.

*also i’m aware that Ez probably found the egg first cos he already knew about this secret area but still

2) Viren (attempts to) proposes the idea to trade his life in for Harrow. Ep. 3

Now there are other well thought and well written posts on this scene with Viren and Harrow, so I won't waste your time with all the gushy stuff. I find this scene important because it shows the lengths that Viren would go for his friend. Whether he's doing out of the goodness of his heart or some other selfish reason... maybe both(?)..

!WARNING! MINI VIREN POST ALERT EVEN THO I SAID I WOULDN'T GET INTO IT

In the book Moon, it dives deeper into the plot along with expressing the characters' thoughts and feelings. As for Viren, it's stated in the book that he wanted to:

"offer his life for Harrow's, but he wanted him to understand that this was more than just a sacrifice of a subject to his king. This was personal"

"... he would need to be straightforward. He wanted to say simply I love you and I will die for you" (Ehasz 80).

I have no doubts that Viren didn't not love Harrow or anything of the sorts, but at the same time it feels like there was another motive. Maybe there was, who knows.

All we know about Viren is that he's a father of two (Claudia & Soren), divorced/ separated from his wife, and he's a dark mage. Of course there's some more (like he's taller than Harrow according to the character line up)... also his staff... like if you look at it, it's the same one as the mage who faced Sol Regem all those centuries (?) ago. Maybe he's related to him, or possibly descended from one of the followers. I'd imagine that teaching dark magic may be a thing within his family and ancestors... he taught Claudia dark magic. That doesn't prove anything but it's a small thought.

ANYWAY-- this scene is one of many scenes that show Viren in a vulnerable state. The book gives a look into how he felt when he decided to sacrifice himself and everything. It's just interesting and I'm here for it.

3) Amaya and her weapons grade baguette Ep. 4

On a less serious and more fun note, the fact that Amaya is a breakfast connoisseur is just perfect. Amazing. Fantabulous.

"As a breakfast connoisseur, she was offended that Ezran would neglect a hearty morning meal" (Ehasz 120).

I only emboldened and italicized "offended" because in the show YOU CAN LITERALLY SEE HER FACE WHEN EZ TELLS HER.

Bruh she was so offended lmaooo

It's right at 13:36 time in the show... the slow zoom in and all 😂

4) Amaya and Gren meeting Viren at the statue Ep. 5

I’m trying to see if I should have paired this with the first scene where Amaya arrives first. That scene is pretty calm but has a somber feeling. It introduces the relationship of Amaya and Sarai without having to directly say it.

But this scene here is... interesting. Not in a good way or bad way, but we see they’re reminiscing of the past. At some point, they all got along nicely. Callum even noted in his spellbook that Viren’s family became like a second family to him when he moved to the castle.

This interaction was cute tho. It started out positive (sort of) with them joking about Viren eating the last jelly tart which pissed Sarai off lol. But then Viren went on to apologize to Amaya and reassured her that what he does is out of the goodness of his heart and love for Katolis. But...

“Aaaaand, he’s back, Amaya thought” (Ehasz 150).

And then went on to sign that he’s on a bunch of bs. See? Even Amaya knows he’s full of shit lol. But really tho... it makes me wonder how much of bs Viren goes on even before the events of the current story line.

5) Rayla saves Bait from the sea monster Ep. 5

Let us give a round of applause for Rayla going against her fear of water to save Bait, the grumpy frog who hates her. I think this just goes to show how compassionate Rayla really is. This would include the time when she goes back to grab bait back in the banther lodge in episode 4.

6) Viren giving his kids their *secret* missions Ep. 6

Okay this isn’t just one scene. I cheated yeah yeah whatever >:3

When Viren is telling Soren what he must do when he finds the princes, at first he doesn’t fully get it, but then.. OH n0

Viren’s intentions are starting to unfold and come together as one. Like, this man just told his own SON that should he find the princes, he should kill them. This 18 yr old bby

bruh

And Viren didn’t say it aloud, but he heavily implied it. Only to then gaslight him later on when Claudia confronts him in prison.

As for Claudia, Viren tells her that she must retrieve the egg. And do everything in her power to bring it back, even if it means that she’ll have to sacrifice Soren... her own damn brother ;-;

7) When Callum finally lets Rayla hold the egg Ep. 6

This scene is pretty big. Rayla knows that Harrow is long gone and is trying to find a way to tell them. Obviously she doesn’t choose the best time to try it.

They were in a dire situation that could potentially kill them (even tho they had plenty of those moments already). The reason why this scene is so big is because it shows her struggle to break the bad news (ever since the right binding fell) as she continues to grow closer to them. Here you can see Callum passing the egg to her, despite her hand being in the terrible state that it is in. It is also the scene where right before passing it, he finally tells Rayla that he trusts her.

8) Human Rayla!! Ep. 7

Human Rayla is so corny but it’s the good kind of corny. One of the best comedic jokes in the series!

That is all cos human Rayla needs an AU of being a nighttime tv host or smthg

9) Viren and Runaan Ep. 8

yo this is alot okay. The scenes with these two introduced some Moonshadow philosophy and such (ie. not being scared of death). Runaan being the stoic and serious assassin that he is. And Viren not having any of this shit.

There are three major things here:

Runaan knows about the mirror and is most likely aware of who Aaravos is. He literally says, “That mirror? You have found something worse than death.” Goddamn...

And then Viren just... trapped his soul.. his essence into a goddamn coin. Just like that? wow. And hold it, almost admiring it in front of Gren.

Also this is the first time we officially see Viren in that form. In the beginning of episode 5 we are given a darkened silhouette of Viren and the butterflies. But here we see the damage resulted from years of having done dark magic, and it’s horrifying. He is the high mage and all but goddamn. I mean with every action there are consequences so-

10) Callum destroying the primal stone Ep. 9

I feel like this is one of the “of course it’s this one!” scenes but it really is! Callum realizes that only a sky dragon can be hatched in the eye of storm and there he is with a literal storm in his hand. By now, Callum has come to understanding what feels right and that being a mage is his destiny. But he also understands that he needs to sacrifice some things for new beginnings. This whole journey was to get the lost dragon prince home and restore balance and peace and with the egg starting to die... well you can’t really do that without the egg.

It’s at 18:50 where he realizes all of this. It’s one of the big boy moments in the show. Seriously, it’s a big moment and the suspension helped get the feels in. And we got a cute baby dragon!!

End, begin. it’s all the same. (pls someone get that reference ;-;;;)

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Some honorable mentions:

- Episode 7: Claudia and Soren interacting. I love their sibling bond; it’s so silly and sweet and I love it. It makes me wish I had an older brother of some sort.

Ellis and Ava,, I like the flashback story given when they meet the dragang. I just like it, okay? Smol chiald w/ smol wolf pup and a hippie Lujaane seeing the beauty & strength in Ava.

CGI Coran. That all I have to say about that guy lmao

- Episode 8: When the group is going up the cursed caldera and they encounter that giant leech. Like can we just appreciate Callum’s funny way of making out a plan? Fat respect for that.

Another is when the group split up and waited for the leech to leave. The conversation between Ellis and Callum were sweet as was the one between Rayla and Ez. I loved Ellis’s admiration for Callum being a mage. And her expectations of what a mage was is pretty hilarious. So wholesome. The same goes for Ez when he gave Rayla that daily fill of positivity.

Like... Ellis is telling Callum how smart and confident and cool he is. And meanwhile Callum is like... it’s not me, it’s this. *whips out primal stone* And she goes on to tell him that she believe he’ll be amazing with or without the stone.

And Rayla is telling Ez how she failed in her job of killing the enemy. And Ez is telling her how she’s awesome at everything she does.

this is the positive wholesome shit I come for like... this is parallels but GODDAMNIT it’s so.. ;;;;-;;

Yo this is long ENOUGH! Thank you so damn much if you read to the end. You’re the real beauties. Anywho... uh parts 2 and 3 will be up soon.

It’s 11 now so I need some sleep. goodnight kids

#callum #ezran #rayla #tdp #the dragon prince #zym #hot brown morning potion #applause for the beautiful show that is tdp #tdp soren #moonshadow elves

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One-shot : Noises

Pairing : Loki x Plus Size Reader

Warnings : Language, Innuendos, Sexy Times, Implied Smut (18+)

Word Count : 1.6k

Requested by @scorpionchild81 : How about a Loki x reader oneshot: they give each other a back-massage in readers room, but some passbying Avengers hears yells coming from inside the room that makes them wonder... - (based on sentences overheard from outside a spa-lounge back home) "Put your back into it! Do it harder! You are so damn tight! Oh fuck me, your hands feel so good!" True story...

It wasn’t a secret for anyone crossing the compound’s tower that there was some kind of animosity between you and Loki. Both of you were stubborn, always trying to prove the other wrong and seeking for the final word. That kind of behaviour would probably annoy the God of Mischief in a normal period of time, especially coming from a mere mortal, but somehow it was different when it regarded you. He found it challenging, always on the edge of his seat, even going so far as saying, a necessary surviving mechanism. The most simple and ridiculous thing would be the beginning of a feud, sometimes out of boredom and the most time out of provocation. It’s simple: You and Loki loved to argue. It was your definition of fun. A funny game that annoyed the hell out of the other members.

Today wasn’t any different. You arrived at the kitchen in a particular bad mood due to the lack of sleep and were greeted by the delight that is of hearing Loki’s unique way of greeting you. “Someone looks ravishingly terrible”, he said while taking a gulp of his coffee. The side-eye you gave him would make anyone else tremble but not him, who just cockily smirked. “You sound amazingly annoying. As per usual”, you replied not even sparing him another look. “Well that’s a great way to start the day off”, commented Tony under his breath. “And who’s fault is it?”, you told the billionaire. “Guys, please can we for once eat in peace?”, quickly intervened before you had the chance to bark anything out. Loki found it amusing to shapeshift as Steve and impersonate him. You rolled your eyes and sat next to Bucky, completely ignoring Loki. You were so caught in conversation with the former assassin that you didn’t notice Loki’s brows frowned, anger boiling inside him, seeing you talk so easily and animated with another man.

Thor leaned in and whispered at his brother’s ear, “Careful brother, your inner jealousy is showing off.” “Don’t be ridiculous”, spat Loki to a smiling Thor. “Whatever makes you sleep better”, replied the latter. Disregarding him, Loki turned to Tony and asked what was the mission of the day. “It’s a simple recon in Brussels. Small team: Steve, Bucky, Sam, Nat and Wanda. Nothing special.”

“If it’s nothing special why don’t you send me in and I’ll get it done by myself in less time than you can sayTheistareykjarbunga ”. “What did you just call me?”, asked Tony jokingly. “It’s the name of… never mind”, replied Loki once he saw Tony’s amused expression. “As tempting as that sounds, the plan’s already set in motion. You’ll have to find a way to pass time here.” Loki’s gaze locked on you and smirked in anticipation. “Maybe I could help Y/N get the stick out of her ass.” Your eyes widened and mouth fell open for second before you regained some composure and turned towards Thor, “Tangled how much do you love him? Like in a scale from ‘very much’ to ‘not at all I will be glad for you to murder him’ wise?” Your question made some of the Avengers laugh and Loki’s dark gaze intensify. “You would miss me too much”, replied Loki. “Keep telling yourself that”, you said before cleaning up your things and leaving the kitchen. Steve turned to Loki and shook his head, “Why are you like this man?”, to which Loki only smirked.

After the designated team members left for the mission, you asked F.R.I.D.A.Y who were the others. “Bruce, Tony and Rhodes are in the lab and required no disturb of any kind. Peter, Thor, Scott and Vision left for a baseball match and Loki is at the library.” You sighed, realising the only human interaction was either none of with the God of Mischief. “Should I inform King Loki of you presence?” “King? What? No..NOO absolutely not. I’d rather die of boredom alone than having to hear him once more today.”

“Awn don’t be like that pet”, suddenly Loki’s voice filled your room. Since you were in your private cacoon you didn’t bother to put on a shirt and were in a shorts and bra. You covered your chest with your arms and yelled, “WTF LOKI WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM??? GET OUT” He stretched out his hands as a sign of no harm, “Wow sorry I ddin’t… know you..were half naked.” “NO SHIT, GET OUT” He turned around but didn’t leave. “Look, I’m bored, I’ve finished all the books from the library, twice and since you’re the only one available, I thought we could do something together.” You grabbed a shirt that was lying next your bed an put it on. “And of course, you thought the best way was to teleport you inside my room easy peasy without consequences. Besides, what happened ‘to get the stick out of my ass’. Now I’m good enough for your highness’s attention. And why is F.R.I.D.A.Y. calling you ‘King Loki’?”, you rambled furiously.

He disappeared in the middle of your rambling and you heard knocks. You opened up and say him leaning against the door frame. “I’m sorry for what I said this morning, I don’t think your uptight. May I come in?”, he spoke seductively. You narrowed your eyes but eventually let him in. “Apologizing is not really your fortey.” “Accepting them is not yours”, he replied. “Touché”. You sat at the edge of your bed and saw him wander around your room, looking at the pictures on the wall. “What do you want?”, you finally asked tiredly. “I don’t know. Do something. Pass time.” You turned around and felt your back crack and let out a shaky breath. “Need a back massage dear?”, he asked intrigued. “What? No.”

His piercing gaze reading you like a map he exclaimed, “Are you sure? It seems to me that your back hurts and a massage would be the remedy to it.” He saw you consider it before frowning again. “Ah ah ah, before you say anything, please let me help you. Let’s say it’s a way to repay you for that stupid comment this morning.” “Loki I don’t know if that’s a good idea.” He shrugged, “Why not? We’re both adults. If it becomes too much you just say and I’ll stop. Trust me on this one.”

“Fine”, you gave up and laid on the bed. You passed him your lotion from the nightstand and lifted you shirt off. “Relax”, he whispered. It was hard to relax, when you had a tall, (hot), dark haired, God sitting on your ass while his hands were wandering your back.

Meanwhile, the team came back from their mission, exhausted. They chatted through the facility’s corridors while heading to their rooms who were at the same floor as yours. “Yeah and did you see his face when…hold on what’s that noise?”, asked Sam. “What noise?”, exclaimed Wanda.

“Oh come on, you could put your back into it. I’m barely feeling you.” “DO IT HARDER !”

“What the fuck”, mumbled Bucky.

“Yes…yes, like that Loki. Shit your hands feel so good. So..fuck me..yes harder, just like that”, your voice rang out load.

“I guess they finally came to a way to blow off some stream. Finally”, commented Natasha.

“LOKII YES THERE, RIGHT THERE, DON’T STOP”, the team heard you and they tried to suppress their laughs when they saw Steve’s bet red face. The team decided to split and head towards their respective rooms.

“Wow, thanks. I guess I really needed that”, you mumbled in contempt. He leaned forward and pressed a small kiss on your shoulder. “It was my pleasure.” He laid down next to you and caressed your hair. “Sorry about the noise”, you said a little embarrassed. He chuckled and told you that the team arrived. “Do you think they know?”, you asked him. “Hmm I doubt it, but something tells me that they heard you.” “Shiiiittt, we were so close man.”

“Can you believe that we were this close to sabotage their bet and gain the whole cash”, you whined in frustration. “That we were but I’m glad that it’s finally over. I don’t want to hide anymore”, he said. “Me neither. For a bunch of spies and superheroes, they suck at knowing their team members. It’s gonna be our second anniversary and they have no clue”, you laughed. Lifting yourself up and crawling above him leaving feather like kisses on his abdomen, you smirked feeling his breath hitch. You hand travelled down and felt him completely comply to your touch. “Someone’s eager”, you teased. “Y/N you driving me crazy. Since this morning, when you dared showing up with your post sex hair at the kitchen till now, you’ve been having me to the edge.” You hummed and started taking care of your man.

You and Loki entered the kitchen smiling and laughing at something when you turned to the Avengers who were smirking. “What?”, you asked suspiciously. “Oh nothing”, replied Tony. There was a silent before Sam broke it, “Isn’t it funny that the frenemies always end up together?” You and Loki shared a look before Tony exclaimed out of patience, “So you guys finally fucked?” “TONYY”, whisper-yelled Steve. “The whole compound heard”, exclaimed Nat. “Loki was giving me a massage”, you replied. “YEAH sure A MaSsAgE”, mimicked Bucky. “Yes it was indeed”, counterattacked Loki. “You guys weren’t fondueing?”, cautiously asked Steve. “No Steve.” “I call BS”, said Peter.

“Well I mean, if you’re talking about this morning, and yesterday, and the day before and for the last two years then yeah we were totally fucking”, you said with a smug grin. Their mouths dropped. “WHATTT, for the past two years??” “Exactly”, smiled Loki. “But how? When? What? Why?”, mumbled Sam dumbfounded. “Ahhh so many questions and so little time. Now if you’ll excuse me, we have a special date tonight. Byeeee”, you grabbed Loki’s hand and got out. You spent the night freely with your man.

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canonicallysoulmates · 5 years

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SPN SDCC 2019 OPINIONS

Right now some of you are probably wondering why the fuck you're seeing a post about SDCC when it's September and the answer to that is that I did not have a computer when SDCC happened back in July so I couldn't make this post then, trust me I would have preferred it if I could have, and why am I even bothering to make it when so long a time has passed? Cause I said I was going to and as I've stated in the past I was going to watch the panel and some interviews anyways and share my opinion so I might as well make it into a proper post. Or at least try to, this turned out a little over the place. Now, originally, back in July, I was thinking of doing something like I had done last year meaning a massive post full of spoilers and info available but as you can guess from the title of this post that did not happen this is because of two reasons: 1) I feel like there was less info than there was for s14, to be fair like I said I didn't have a computer during the time and I wasn't on SM a lot so it's entirely possible that there was a bunch of info and spoilers that never made their way into my very limited radar. 2) September is ending, the s15 premiere is literally around the corner, I don't have the time necessary to go through any and all news and info and spoilers about s15, and to be very honest I don't have the patience either. So this post is going to be just my opinion on the panel and on some of the things that were said in SDCC interviews, there are still timestamps and some transcripts and all the interviews I talk about plus the panel are linked at the end in their entirety. I watched 4 interviews for each person on the panel with the exception of two people, I did not watch any of M. Collins interviews, I also didn't watch any of Berner's interviews I was going to but Dabb, Singer and BuckLemming test my patience enough as it is. Also I want to keep this post brief so I'm only talking about things that really stood out to me. Standard disclamer applies that these are all just my opinions and you might not agree with them.... SDCC 2019 Panel I don't have much to say about this panel, most of it was everybody talking a bit about the legacy of the show, there wasn't really any info given about s15 and in that regard, I am a bit disappointed, I wish they had used the panel more and found a balance between talking about the legacy of the show while also incorporating info about the final season. But I can understand why they would do something more subdued. The only things that stood out to me was Dabb trying to make what I hope is a joke about the ending of the show pleasing only 30% of people and bringing up GOT, regular which I'm not gonna comment on cause I want to keep this post general but those who know know 😉, should go without saying that my heart broke all over again seeing j2 cry over the show ending 💔 And I cannot go without mentioning Dabb's intro to the panel cause it fucking killed me, he must have written it himself 😂 "our next guest very first job on tv was writing for supernatural, after eight seasons in the trenches he ascended to the coveted position of showrunner. Armed with genius talent and deep respect for the characters and stories he's beautifully shouldered the shows vision for the past 3 seasons and now leads us bravely forward on the shows final chapter" [TIMESTAMP] Interviews

Let's talk about Chuck, everybody seemed to be on the same page about this, they all gave similar answers when asked about it which is a nice change of pace usually they all give different answers but to me it seems like they, once again, dug themselves into a hole they don't know how to get out of and are trying to back out of it, like in one of the interviews Lemming says at one point Castiel will point out to Sam and Dean that whether or not it was god playing tricks on them they would have come across the same crossroads and they are the ones who made the decision about which direction to go not someone else ("cas will point out to them weather it was god playing tricks on us or us doing it ourselves out in the world we would have met the same crossroads or they would have been different crossroads but whatever crossroads we would have come across we made a decision whether to go right or left no one else did that to us" [TIMESTAMP] ) which to me sounds a hell of a lot like free will. And look, everybody has a different interpretation or views on what free will is, I, personally, think free will has nothing to do with whether or not someone/something puts an obstacle in front of us it has to do with whether or not we're the ones who decide how to deal with it meaning that someone/something doesn't make the choice for us. So to me what Lemming is talking about is free will which is what supposedly Sam and Dean never actually had, to be fair it's possible that scene won't happen or that explanation won't be given or it'll be something different but at this point I wouldn't be surprised if it turned out that it was all a test by Chuck and when Sam and Dean go to kill him or something he'll be all 'surprise! you passed your mission is done now you can have peace'; I also wouldn't be surprised if Dabb&co do what they usually do and ignore things after the first three episodes until the mid-season finale and the finale. But hey, maybe they'll prove me wrong, and do something really interesting and complex...not gonna hold my breathe for it though. Since I already mentioned Lemming there was something she said that irked me, she was asked about the shows influence/impact on sci-fi shows and stuff, I'll leave a link so you can see the whole thing point is she was talking about early seasons and said: "....we really worked on the physical nature of horror and the psychological results of that, but that takes you just so far as a writer then you sort of realize we have to write about personalities and psychologies of the people living in that horrible universe, so you end up once again revisiting what drama is..." This irks me. Look I'm not a horror buff, so perhaps it's not my place to talk and to be fair maybe this is not the way she meant to come across and I'm probably alone in this but the way she talks about horror at least in this particular answer comes across to me as somebody who doesn't understand or respect horror. I don't really know how to properly explain myself but her going "but that takes you just so far as a writer then you sort of realize we have to write about personalities and psychologies of the people living in that horrible universe, so you end up once again revisiting what drama is" to me this come across as somebody who doesn't know or understand that you can write personalities and the psychology of people and still be horror. Still stay in that genre, without going into drama territory like horror is so much more than just jump scares. I don't know maybe it's that I'm so tired of everything being put in what I consider outdated boxes of either comedy or drama. Or that I'm tired of horror being shoved into drama's box. Or horror being shoved into a box where it's just gore and jump scares and if it's more than that it's a drama or artsy horror or classy horror or some other bs people say when they don't wanna admit they like horror. Or maybe it's the fact that Eugenie Lemming of all people is the last one that should be saying this when with the exception of ONE episode she and her writing partner don't actually explore personalities or peoples psychology. Or maybe it's the fact that the early seasons where this show was more horror it explored personalities and the psychology of the people in that world way better than the later seasons, even though the later seasons have moved into drama territory and have moved away from its horror roots! Anyways I'm gonna leave a full transcript here plus the timestamp so you can go and get full context, this was just something that like I said irked me: "when the show started the mission was to do an hour horror film every week, and really pay attention to the elements of what made horror horror and really put a lot of money into production and make it look good i think we didn't really break ground- yes there were some scary things and special effects in prior shows but we really approached this and build up a post production community, we really worked on the physical nature of horror and the psychological results of that, but that takes you just so far as a writer then you sort of realize we have to write about personalities and psychologies of the people living in that horrible universe, so you end up once again revisiting what drama is love between brothers betrayal between family members, hope dreams promises honor deceit and you do all that- so that can be in every genre it's just packaged as a very classy horror genre..." [TIMESTAMP]

Let's move on to Buckner, he, unsurprisingly, said a lot of things that made me roll my eyes, like he said romance might make an appearance which why??? that's not the point of this show, and: "that's one of the more exciting aspects of this season is that it's actually covering new turf instead of just doing the things that ave worked for us and just going out on a high note actually it's going to be quite experimental" [TIMESTAMP]

Do I even need to point out why this is a dumb ass approach to handle a shows last season? Speaking of dumb asses...Dabb. He got asked if Sam was still psychic he answered: "No, since Sam decided to stop drinking demon blood his powers have gone away, unless he picks it [demon blood] up again" [TIMESTAMP]

Sam had his powers before he got addicted to demon blood, he got his powers when he was a baby because of Azazel, ffs we saw him use his powers in an episode! In season 2! Before the demon blood addiction! He drank demon blood to enhance the powers he already had; it would have made more sense if he had said something like Sam burned his powers after what happened in s5. Sucks that we might never see Sam with powers again but with Dabb behind the wheel it might be for the best.

Now you’ve probably noticed that so far I’ve made no mention of Jared, Jensen or Alex and that’s because with the exception of Jared and Jensen talking about the ending nothing stood out that much to me and as for why I don’t talk about the ending it’s cause I don’t have much to say, Jensen said it took some time but he’s ok with the ending now, Jared that he was ok with the ending they had planned but that it might change and I am both comforted and concerned by their words; even though I didn’t talk about them I am going to link to the Jared and Jensen’s interviews I watched, I personally really enjoyed Jared’s (I love the way he answers questions ❤), sadly I forgot to save the links to Alex’s interviews but if I might try to find them and add them.

So there it is my edited down opinions on this year’s SDCC, if you read this whole thing, thank you. If you read it and didn’t agree with any of it that’s ok, this is as I said just my opinion.

Links:

SDCC Panel

Lemming Interview 1

Lemming Interview 2

Buckner Interview

Dabb Interview

Jensen’s Interviews:

Interview 1

Interview 2

Interview 3

Interview 4

Jared’s Interviews:

Interview 1

Interview 2

Interview 3

Interview 4

#you can tell i lost some steam at the end that's because i am tired af #anti bucklemming #anti andrew dabb #do i even make sense in this post? probably not #mine #incredibly late opinion post about #spn sdcc 2019 #one of jared's interviews might be repeated cause i lost the original link and had to go off my history #there are most definetely tags missing but i am too tired to care #i was going to include jared's analogy that ending this show is like putting down a pet but it's gonna get its own post

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pwnyta · 6 years

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ARE YA READY KIDS?!

Time for all my (non All Might) BNHA doodles. Lots of everything lots of sketchy lots of... Tokoyami...

UNDER THE CUT vvvv

Lets start off weak so when you see something better you can be like ‘wow what an improvement!!!‘

OjIida!!!

Dont listen to Iida when he says he can handle the scary movies. HES LYING.

But maybe Ojiro been knew and just wanted to cuddle?

Never lose track of your excitable boyfriend ever again!!!!

Ojiro cant lift his boyfriend but at least hes good to rest on.

He lost his game Iida! You animal.

The girls recognize Iida as best boy so he gets to come to their girls only hang outs. Hagakure is naked. Dont tell him that tho.

Iida tries to be a proper boy but when he sits properly his engines dig into his legs. His bfs are pretty ok with it tho.

Sleepy bfs after prom (or w/e the movie is doing)

Iida: This is the first one I caught!! IDK hes just so cute! And such a strange color for a Tangela!!!

Todo: .... He caught you.

Iida: This is my second Pokemon! He seems kind of cold but he’ll warm to you after a while!!!

Todo: YOU!!!! YOU SHOULD TEACH IT FIRE PUNCH AND ICE PUNCH!!! Iida: Thats a great Idea!

Iida: And this is my last one so far!!! Shes a special color too!!! Ocha: IIIIDDDAAAAA IS THAT ME?!!?!?

Iida: What’d you guys get!?

Now Iidas favs will find Poke-Iida... but where to start?!

Todoroki is rewarded for his bad manners....

Now for Tokoyami!!!!

Look either Kuroiro dresses in all black and looks like a full shadow all the time or he wears obnoxious colors to really stand out. I will believe nothing else.

Kuro, Toko and Dark Shadow band together to create a monster!!!!

Toko: Like this? Kuro: Yes perfect... now lets go freak everyone out! Shadow: YESSSSS!!!!!

Foiled again!!!

Aoyama and Tokoyami would be the worlds most extra relationship. Let these dramatic idiots be together. Id imagine them all grown up like Gomez and Morticia Adams... tell me you cant see that.

....I think I was trying to make a comic where Monoma is bein a dick but instead of being hilarious he hits a little too close and a little too hard... and actually hurts Tokoyamis feelings. 1-A doesnt fuck around if someones fucking with one of their own.

ShoTokoKou!!!

Toko has a hard time sleepin... even with his two big bfs.

Mineta, Kaminari and Sero: ehehehehe Shouji: ????? !!!!

Kaminari: EHEHE YA HAVE A NICE SLEEP!? YOU GUYS LOOK SUPER COZ------

Shouji: Do you have a problem with the way I choose to sleep with my boyfriends? Sero: CHOOSE?! Kami: IF WE KNEW IT WAS ON PURPOSE WE WOULDNT HAVE SAID ANYTHING!!! Mineta: ITS NOT FUNNY IF ITS ON PURPOSE!!!

Toko: ....??? What the hell is happening... Shouji: They woke you, huh....

3 fools who didnt really mean any real harm: ;;;;;----;;;;; SHOOOUUUJIIIIIII

Sato and Ojiro know better.

Iida, as always, is doin his best.

THE BEEF LIKES THE POULTRY.

Soft beaky boys.

Tokos the smallest of the spoopy kids... even adding Class Bs Kuroiro, Kamakiri, and Yanagi! Even adding Shinso!!!

Sometimes Toko is dramatic angsty... sometimes hes ‘I literally almost killed a bunch of my friends‘ angsty.

Tap your beaks together monster boys!!!!

I was makin a bunch of bird phrases/sayings/words and makin them ships... but I got lazy. Shoujis was ‘A bird in the hand‘ but I didnt like the way it was turning out so w/e. I like OchaTokos the best!

Small boys are awkward and have feelings at each other. More news at 11.

Ya know the eagle face meme... where Eagles only look cool from the side and look really sad and confused facing forward? LOL

Small boys cuddle.

Some TokOjiro... Ojiros pants hole reveals some Woodstock undies!!!

Sometimes Dark Shadow is clingy and jealous!!!!!

SPOOPY BOYS!!!!

SO SUPPORTIVE!!!!!

Mirio and Tamaki play together by a pond and Tamaki turns into whatever Mirio thinks is cool!

A SKETCHY COMIC I DIDNT HAVE THE PATIENCE TO FINISH!!!

M: Are you nervous!? T: Mirio... should we do this... M: Y-yes!! T:... You dont sound so sure...

M: .... I’ll talk to him first...

NE: Mirio.... tell me whats wrong... why are you upset? Who hurt you. Are you in trouble? M: /////sweating nervously NE: MIRIO!!! TELL ME.

M: I CAME HERE TO COME CLEAN ABOUT MY RELATIONSHIP WITH MY BOYFRIEND TAMAKI!!! I INTRODUCED HIM AS A FRIEND BEFORE BUT AFTER EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENED I WANT TO BE HONEST AND ALSO I LOVE HIM AND WANT TO MARRY HIM SO THERE!!! T: !!!!!!!!!!!!!! //facepalm x2

NE: .......... M: J-just be nice to him please.....

M: SIR PLEASE JUST GIVE ME A MOMENT.... Tamaki....

NE: >:\

M: Im sorry Tamaki... it just... all came out at once.... We can come back again later ok? We dont have to do it today... T: ...No I can do it...

M: Tamaki... T: For you! .... For you I can do it...

M: Really we can just come back later when hes had time to think about it... T: ...It means a lot to you so I--

NE: !!!!! M: SIR?! NE: Its sweet of you to face your fears for Mirio....

//Overly protective but supportive dad Nighteye.

KIRISHIDO!!!

Momos disguise was too cute on her!!!!

Everyone is a little bit gay for Momo.

Only respectable folks get to tell Momo how beautiful she is.

GlamRock wedding!!! Papa Jirou is crying while playing ‘ While My Guitar Gently Weeps‘ and mama Jirou rubs his back and tries to help him hide his tears so he looks cool in front of the guests.

Tsuyu didnt let anyone else have a chance at the bouquet! ITS HERS! AND SHES GONNA MARRY OCHAKO WITH IT!!! NO ONES GONNA STOP HER!

ANIMAL CROSSING!!! Its hard to make the frogs look.... not freaky...

I forgot these too~~~

Some DekAoyama.... I think someone requested Deku and Aoyama dancing at some point and I never fuckin finished it OH WELL

#Pwnys BNHA fanarts.#TodoIideku #ShouToko #TaMirio #MomoJirou #KuroYami #TokoKou #TsuOcha #TokoYama #Kirishido #ShinToko #KiriToko #1aGirls/Momo #OchaToko #OjIida #Most of these tags are gonna be useless. W/e.#DekuIidaOcha

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therhealpotato-blog · 4 years

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If I die tonight

Four days left and another year will be ended. I don’t know what’s with 2019 that it has been the most difficult year I have lived and survived in my entire 20 years of existence. I cried a bunch of tears, thought a school of negativities and dealt with frustrations and stresses. It was one hell of a ride as always but one thing I wanted to emphasize is that undeniably, true color comes out at the most darkest time of the life.

Let me end this 2019 by appreciating people who have been my rock and my stepping stone towards achieving a stronger individual I am the moment I started typing my first ever blog. Those who give me light and life when my body is screaming for death and darkness. To my BS Psychology 2101 Family, thank you for all the trust you have given me from the very start. Thank you for endless compliments and recognitions when I am at the top but I am most grateful for uplifting me when I cannot meet all your expectations. Thank you for letting me share my talents and knowledge God has given me. It has always been a pleasure to be with you all who don’t see me as a threat but rather a friend.

To my Diamond friends and family who never forgets to greet me whenever we see each other, thank you so much! Seven years of friendship reminds me of the good things I have done during my teenage years. I am confident that we’ll going to make it through. I have so much respect and love for you all. Thank you for keeping this friendship long and smooth-sailing.

To my Kaluban Family whose names I cannot mention because of the quantity, I want you to know that I miss you all. You have proven me that quantity and quality friends make up a great company. We haven’t seen each other for a while but please know that I love you regardless of the distance we have. I am sorry for all the get togethers I refused and I failed to join. Nevertheless, I know you also understand my reasons. I hope to see you again all soonest!

Just a special mention to my girls, Claudine and Kylah for not just being my friends but also sisters for me. Thank you for all the good things you have done for me. Thank you for that random messages I get containing sweetness and motivations in one. I love you both and I’ll see you very very soon.

To my constant, my happy pill and my bestfriend, Joshua, whose patience was too long for me, thank you so much. Thank you for staying with me when I cannot choose myself at times I am in my most difficult situations. You are God’s constant reminder of his timing and grace for me. Thank you for that random dine ins, masses and chitchats we have shared for the past three years and proving me that time frame is not a measure of a quality friendship but communication is. Someday, it will be worth it and I will always thank God for letting me meet a certain J in my life.

To my family who has been my greatest support system and whom I cannot live my life without, thank you so much. To my Inay and Tatay who gives me nothing but inspiration that no matter how hard and stressful it is to handle school, everything is worth it at the end. Thank you for that extreme happiness I get whenever I see you happy. All the things I am doing right now is basically for you both. Thank you for all the sacrifices and pain you have to endure just for us to have a comfortable life. Soon enough, with the help and mercy of God, I will be able to return everything you have done for us.

To my real sisters who became my enemies and friends at the same time, thank you for opposing me. Thank you for being such wonderful people to be with. Thank you for that constant “pang-aapi at pangungutya” that becomes my greatest assets. My life would be so boring without you. I am still a lucky human for having the craziest sisters ever.

To my brothers who are my daily enemies, thank you for being the cool brothers a girl could always ask for. Thank you for being so messy with your worn clothes and throwing and leaving it wherever you want. Because of that, I have my daily routine of making the house clean. Thank you for that constant “pangungulit” that becomes my way of smiling. Thank you for being such the role models sometimes.

And of course, to the one who made all these people for me, thank you so much Lord! You have witnessed how your child went from frustrations, stress, doubts and uncertainties but you remained faithful to her. Thank you for giving your young girl a heart that matters to all. Thank you for the hopes and blessings you showered to your dearest children. And lastly, thank you for the everyday life that everyone gets to enjoy and prosper every single day. You are the best!

Indeed, life becomes wonderful when you decided to surround yourself with positive people who gives you strength and empathy. This year taught me to let go of the doubts, be braver than the fears interfering with life and be grateful of the things at hand. Those things that keeps me burning, the circumstances that turned me into someone I never knew would exist, these are my keys. Both of them brought me into a certain level of reality. It opens my eyes to the world I am conquering today and I believe it will lead me into the extreme happiness in the future.

So 2019, thank you! You are tough but I am tougher. I am so excited to get over you but I am more excited to face and welcome 2020 without any regrets and fears anymore. I am now leaving everything behind you. All the pains I endured, all the tears I shed and the challenges I overcame are the proofs that you are unstoppable. I’m sorry that I refuse to give up but I thank you for being a challenge for me.

With all the pain, struggles, happiness and unexplained emotions I bearded this year, I can confidently say that If I die tonight, I will die with the smiles in my face that goes from my lips up into my ears, eyes, nose and hair. If I die tonight, I will be grateful to the Almighty One who promised me good companion and purposeful life I am living today. If I die tonight, I can loudly tell the Universe that I am now living the life that God has entrusted me with. If I die tonight, I want you to remember that I appreciate your part in my life and that If I would be asked to live my life the second time around, I’ll choose to spend it with you all over again. You guys are amazing and If I die tonight, I’ll tell the people I will meet in the next everlasting life that I have the greatest people behind the person they are facing and talking with.

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tinseltina · 5 years

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Ok I got this yandere!noir idea last night inspired by @yandere-drabbles noir wanting a baby headcanon post

ok so it picks up after "darling will you give me a baby?and darling doesn't want a baby! she doesn't love noir, and having a baby is a big responsibility it scares her a whole bunch but she's scared of what could happen to a baby in noir's care she ends up pregnant along the way (noir's not huge on protection when he's got the baby fever. and darling stopped being able to use birth control after being kidnapped) baby number 1 is coming and darling is coming to terms with them on the way. she knows to behave herself for the doctor's visits for the safety of the child.

i'm debating whether or not they have a homebirth or a hospital birth aunt may is around regardless darling holds her baby, noir is right next to her and she looks around at hospital staff/aunt may and decides that she must raise this child better than anything noir could teach them to make sure this doesn't happen again to someone else she talks with the baby when noir is out and she tells them stories and right from wrong

eventually baby grows up and learns to talk momma tells baby don't tell papa about their talks momma is full-on open with the fact that daddy does things that she doesn't approve and are wrong (doesn't go into detail, but she makes sure baby knows momma didn't have a fairytale romance with papa) and baby (because they're a child and dumb) asks papa noir why he does bad things if momma says its wrong and noir starts asking a bunch more questions and baby of course tells papa everything

next scene: noir confronts darling about this and

darling says "i won't let that child grow up to become you. i won't let them hurt someone else like you did to me"

noir is dumbfounded! completely delusion "but you love me darling! we're made for each other, how could you say you didn't love me to the baby!"

darling: "i don't love you noir. I never did. I won't let that child learn from your bad influence"

noir is losing it, losing his patience. he can't keep the baby around darling if darling is going to tell the baby lies! so he sends the kid to aunt may's for a while. says that momma "isn't feeling well" and makes up a bunch of bs that she started going nuts after the baby was born and he fears she's dangerous aunt may wants to see darling, but noir assures her "everything is fine!" he'll handle it

meanwhile darling is chained up at home to make sure she learns her lesson she's like that for a month or two she demands to see her child and noir eventually gives in. he wants his family back together.

baby has questions, is momma feeling better? why did she get sick? what do you mean you weren't sick momma?

noir silences the questions no more questions, we won't talk about this "episode" ever again and things go back to "normal" but noir is different. more forceful, more likely to keep people from talking in his home only positivity.

darling still tries her best to teach baby about right and wrong

i can't remember how it should end. but i want a bad/bittersweet ending

#yandere #yanderelove #yandere!noir #yandere noir #hc

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scoobydoominuscoobydoo · 6 years

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Part Five

“Please shut up and let me save your life...”

Daphne only ever avoided the gang when she couldn’t look them in the eyes.

Whether it was out of disappointment or fear or something much worse.

She wouldn’t take any phones calls, answer texts.

Hell, she won’t even answer the door for them.

These times were rare since Daph was almost never angry enough at them to leave them. But when they did happen they were long and didn’t let up easily.

The last time this had happened was when Fred had accidentally spilled all her personal family drama to the lacrosse team. And then it immediately spread throughout the whole student body because Fred had no idea how high school worked.

She hadn’t sat with them for lunch for almost a month.

Only returning after Shaggy and Velma came and expressed how much they missed and needed their peacekeeper.

Velma was too close to strangling Fred without Daph to defend him.

Of course Daphne returned since there was no way she could refuse Shag’s desperate eyes. Besides, it felt really nice to be needed.

That had been a year ago.

After that Daph had become more accustomed to Freddie’s major screw ups, and was more comfortable with confronting him on them.

The gang was hoping this meant that Daph wouldn’t randomly disappear from their lives again, that she would stay there next to them playing the ray of sunshine act she lived by.

They were wrong.

The night after the.....incident with Andrews involving guns and tears and lots of hugs, Daphne and just gone home without saying a word to any of them

For the first few days the gang didn’t bug her, since all of them didn’t really feel like showing up to school. Especially since people were keen to ask questions on what it was like. Some would walk up and admire the bullet holes in the Mystery Machine others would pose like a corpse in the same spot Andrews was shot.

Everyone was treating it like it was an amazing feat and that they were so lucky to have such an intense experience in real life.

Shaggy was glad at first that Daph wasn’t showing up to school because he knew that people would flood her with questions about the exact thing she was being haunted by.

The gang could grin and bear it when they were being attacked with curious teenagers.

But if somebody congratulated Daphne on killing someone, they would probably snap.

Everything felt broken.

Like life had just kind of slowed down for them.

Sometimes things would just be totally silent even if they were surrounded with noise. Only able to hear their breathing and feel their hands form and into knuckles or their teeth sink into their lower lip.

It felt harder to walk in a straight line. Watching as things would be thrown into fast forward.

The only thing they had was each other.

Except Daph, who was just pressing pause on her life all together.

For the first couple of weeks they didn’t bother calling her to ask if she was okay.

Of course she wasn’t fucking okay.

One time, on the way home from school, Fred had driven up to Daph’s house and parked in the driveway.

But that was as far as they got since none of them felt brave enough to go in and see what kind of state she was in. This was the first time the avoiding had been both ways, and Shag didn’t like it.

Fred could barely focus on anything, since he only ever had sudden romantic feelings for her when she was gone.

Typical.

And even though Velma wasn’t ever going to say it out loud, Daph was definitely the one in the group that would be the first to call her out on her BS. Velma respected that.

Plus she was the only other girl in the group, and sometimes Daphne was the only one who could understand her problems.

Shag didn’t even know what he missed from Daph, it could be her patience with his cowardice. Or her strong optimism in areas where it did not make any sense. Or how she was the only one who looked out for his shaking hands.

Even if that was a recent thing, it was her thing.

Scoob was depressed to lose the only other one in the gang that loved him as much as Shaggy did.

Without Daph the gang was just a bunch of pessimistic realists and a dog who sat at a lunch table outside and poked their food with plastic forks.

That had continued for almost three weeks, and by that time they felt more in touch with reality again. People had stopped making a huge fuss about the situation and they were all left alone.

It had been a Tuesday when Velma finally put her foot and declared that whether Daphne came back to school or not they still needed to check on her and be there for her.

Everyone agreed.

But Shaggy was dreading seeing what she had been doing to herself these past weeks.

They were all standing on the front porch of Daph’s gigantic house, her mother blinking rapidly at the group of teenagers standing in front of her.

She seemed to be trying to remember who they were.

Were they high school faculty?

Or were they Daph’s friends?

Her eyes drifted over to Fred and then her youthful face set into a tight scowl.

“Oh the Jones boy and his peanut gang, here to terrorize my daughter with those silly mysteries.” She placed her hands on her hips in obvious disapproval.

Fred shrank quickly beneath the woman’s stare, hiding behind Shaggy as if he was able to shield the woman’s clear hatred for him. Velma groaned and rolled her eyes, so much for taking charge of the Daphne recon mission.

Shaggy ignore how Fred was tugging down on his shoulder causing him to lean back and quickly stepped in.

He wasn’t sure if he stood a better chance with Daph’s mom than Freddie did. But he knew she was seconds away from slamming the door in their faces if he didn’t say something.

He gulped.

“Mrs. Blake, we’re not here to drag her back to school or go solve mysteries.” The woman raised an eyebrow at him skeptically, he took a deep breath, this was for Daphne.

“We haven’t seen her for what? Like three weeks right?” He looked back at Velma and she nodded, Fred was still cowering behind him.

“Like we’re her best friends ma’am, we just wanna check on her and make sure she’s not having some kind of mental crisis.” He shoved his hands in his pockets in an effort to distract himself from her judgement.

She tossed her head back and let out a loud laugh.

Shag noted that she had the same laugh as Daph, just more condescending.

He jumped when she slapped her hand on his shoulder, what did he say to make her so engaging?!

“You’re the Rogers boy correct?” Her tone was amused but it could have been a trap.

He nodded cautiously.

She gave him a perfectly symmetrical smile that shone from clearly bleached teeth. “Darling, mental crisis has run in our family since the 20′s. There’s not really much you can do about it.”

He sighed, she wasn’t getting the point.

They were there with her, if anyone could help her it was them.

Right now Daphne felt like the lonely princess locked in the tower and they were the brave knights trying to make it past the fire breathing dragon.

Mrs. Blake must have seen the distress and hopelessness in Shag’s eyes because she removed her hand from his shoulder and had taken a step back, inviting them in.

Shaggy gave her a thankful smile and walked into the spacious entryway.

Fred let go of his shoulder as soon as they made it through the front door, taking the spot as far away from Daph’s mother as he could without being obviously terrified.

Velma rolled her eyes again as she stood next to him.

After she closed the door she pointed up the stairs, “Her’s is the third room on the left. Don’t touch anything, half the stuff costs more than anything you will ever make in your lifetime.” She sent another glare in Fred’s direction.

“We know ma’am, Thank you. Really.”

Shag said this as he made his way up the grand staircase, hearing the footsteps of the others behind him.

“What the hell did you do to that woman to make her hate you so much?” Velma inquired, clear amusement in her voice. Fred cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck, “Honestly, I think it may be a large culmination of things so I can’t pick anything specific.”

Velma giggled as they reached the top of the stairs and made a left.

“But I’m pretty sure that it was some time around middle school, because that was when she stopped calling me Fred and just referred to me as ‘The Jones boy.’‘

Velma sighed, “Well you were a clueless jackass in middle school so I’m not even a little surprised.”

“Exactly when did I become the butt of all your jokes Velms? All you ever do is laugh at me now.”

Shaggy decided to stay out of their bickering and concentrated on finding Daph’s room. Normally he’d just pick the door with the most purple since that color was practically part of Daphne’s DNA at this point. But since the whole house was just different shades of purple he was going in blind.

He would have known where her damn room was if Daphne ever let them go to her house.

Fred knew where her room was since Daph was constantly trying to get some sort of spark to happen between them. But he was busy poking Velma in the stomach in retaliation to her sad but true teasing.

Eventually he stopped in front of the third door where Mrs. Blake had told him where she was in the first place.

Genius Shag.

He took a deep breath and looked over toward the rest of the gang.

Velma was pulling on Fred’s hair playfully and they both were in a fit of giggles.

Shaggy smiled and cleared his throat. They were pulled out of their world of acting like 7 year-olds and nodded. Shag took a step back and motioned for Freddie to go first. Give something for her to smile at once they opened the door.

He felt his heartbeat pick up as Fred turned the knob to the door slowly.

His heart might not be up for seeing a ray of sunshine lose it’s shine.

They all slowly filed into the room and looked around, Shag was holding his breath in worry.

Every light in the room was on making the open room seem even bigger, but not soothing. It felt like a big, empty, white room, devoid of feeling and comfort. Shag felt a shiver run up his spine, it felt freezing cold and burning hot at the same time.

The only sound to be heard was a soft, “Jinkies,” from Velma.

Her voice seemed to echo throughout the room, causing someone to stir within the pile of blankets and pillows sitting in the center of the king sized bed. The gang all exchanged concerned looks and slowly made their way over to the bed.

Almost like a bunny peeking out of it’s burrow, Daph’s head popped out of her makeshift blanket cave.

Shaggy’s breath hitched at the sight of her, although she had sent them a welcoming smile it was very tired and forced. Her hair looked like it had rats nesting in it since it was all matted and puffed out.

The things that captured his attention the most were the dark lines under her glazed over purple eyes and her cracked and chapped lips.

He chose to ignore the fact that his eyes went straight to her lips.

It was awkwardly quiet for a few seconds, eyes were avoiding contact and hands were fidgeting.

Eventually Daph leaned forward and pushed herself out of the hill of blankets and slowly crawling toward them, bringing herself to sit at the foot of the bed and clasping her hands in her lap.

She spoke slowly, her voice seemed to croak like a frogs, “Usually Mommy is the one who ends up bringing my homework.”

Shag could tell she was trying to appear okay, but she was trying a little too hard.

None of them responded to her, Fred just stood in front of her like a telephone pole that was out of service and was staying like that till further notice. Velma sighed and rolled her eyes before kicking Fred in the back of the leg.

“Ouch! Velms wha-”

Velma cut him off and motioned for him to start talking to her.

Fred nodded and turned back to Daph, “Right, we....well we just came to umm..” Velma groaned and put her head in her hands while Shag sighed and shoved his hands in his pockets.

Sending the occasional consoling look to Daphne and hoping she picked up on some of them.

Daphne’s face seemed to light up at Fred’s attempts to reassure her. Shaggy let out a sigh, at least Fred’s mere presence was therapeutic for her at the very least.

Immediately that sturdy faith in Fred’s affect over Daphne disappeared when he said, “We just came here to see if you were down to go solve another mystery with us!” Daph’s face fell.

“Damn it Freddie that is not why we braved the horror of Mrs. Blake.” Velma kicked the back of his leg again and shoved him behind her.

She was about to present her own version of their speech but stopped when she saw Daph’s eyes begin to well up. Velma froze, her delivery wasn’t nearly gentle enough to console a crying Daphne.

“Shaggy talk to her.”

He gulped and looked over at Velma, she was motioning for him to do something before Daph went full Disney princess. Or even worse, senior prom.

He nodded and took a few steps forward before squatting down so that he was at eye level with Daph. Her eyes instantly locked on his and the warm feeling returned to her chest.

Shag took a deep breath and spoke to her in a soft voice not tearing his eyes away from her’s, “Daph, this isn’t about us going in that van and once again stumbling upon a mystery that will no question scare the bejesus out of me.”

She smiled.

“This isn’t about us forcing you to go back to school where all the clueless jackasses are gonna shower you with questions.” He felt her fingers grasp onto his gently, his eyes still didn’t leave her’s.

“This is about your best friends coming to make sure that you’re actually okay. Not just okay because you say so. Because I’ll tell you right now Daphne, none of us are okay.” Velma and Fred nodded in agreement.

Daphne sighed shook her head.

“Shags I just- it was a lot easier to forgive Fred for doing something stupid. It wasn’t hard to force myself off of a chair in the cafeteria to go sit next to my best friends outside.”

Her grip on his hands tightened and she took a deep breath.

“Bu- I” Her lower lip quivered. Shag stayed quiet, giving her all the time she needed. “Leaving this bed, leaving this room, to go into a world of eyes following and mouths asking and just everything reminding me of what happened....”

“You don’t need to force yourself Daph, none of us needed to.”

She smiled again than bit her lip, “Shags I want to come back to you, to all of you guys, but then I see the front steps of the school and- just all the memories come flooding back.”

Shaggy raised an eyebrow, apparently she had tried to come back once before.

“Daph, no matter what you do you’re gonna remember it. For the rest of your life you’re gonna remember this. But just know that we’ll be remembering with you, and we’ll always be here for you. You know that right??”

He squeezed her hands.

“And if it gets to be too much...then we can take you to the gym where they keep the football dummies and we can let beat the freakin shit out of one.” He added, although his tone was joking his face seemed genuinely serious.

She stared at him for a second, then looked down at their hands. Thinking over all he said, enjoying how warm his grip on her hand felt. It then occurred to her that she would face hardship, but she would always have Fred’s big bear hugs and Velma’s shoulder and Scooby’s kisses.

And Shaggy’s hand.

Eventually she looked up and gave him a smile, a real smile.

She grabbed his shoulders and pulled him into a hug. While surprised he understood the meaning of the hug and grinned, wrapping his arms around her torso.

Fred and Velma giggled and walked over to join the hug.

But the look of contentment on Daph’s face stopped them in their tracks.

Fred simply sent Velma a confused look and she shrugged in response. But as she looked back at her two best friends, a smirk slowly formed on her face.

“Freddie the medicine is for my mom not me I promise.” Daphne leaned against the wall waiting for the nurse to return with her mother’s “prescription” painkillers.

Shaggy rubbed the back of his neck as he leaned next to her, it was way too early in the morning for this. They were finally going to have a crack at solving a mystery after nearly a month without getting involved.

While Shag was 100% okay with that, Freddie was starting to get jittery.

At this point he was going through mystery withdrawals and you either thought it was sad like Daph, or you thought it was hilarious like Velma.

Since Daphne had seemed to get through the worst of it she promised Fred she’d participate after they picked up her mom’s new best friend, codeine. Of course her mom’s source was one of the doofus doctors that decided he wasn’t making enough money so he started selling his own hospital’s inventory on the sly.

And somehow convinced a few nurses to get involved.

Unfortunately those nurses liked to take their own sweet time and they had already been stuck in the back hallway for a good 30 minutes.

Fred was hopping from one foot to another and Velma groaned, “Would you stop that, you look more excited you get your fix than Daph’s mom, God! The Harbor Harbinger of Death ain’t goin anywhere Fred I guarantee it’s not going to leave it’s element as the name suggests.” She crossed her arms and smirked up at him.

He sighed and nodded before leaning against the wall opposite of Daph and Shag.

“Yeah like Fred relax, we’re a little out of practice for putting out lives in peril so maybe we shouldn’t rush it.” Daphne giggled and Fred gave her another confused look.

She used to always side with him.

Their whole dynamic seemed to be shifting and he wasn’t really sure why.

Velma had rolled her eyes and wondered how Daphne was the one cursed to be super obvious with the one she has a crush on.

Shaggy seemed to pick up on Fred’s confusion and Velma’s teasing glances and he bit his lip, he really hated it when they acted like actual teenagers with confusing drama and weird things going on between just friends.

He glanced over at her and saw her looking down at her hands while she adjusted her rings, something she did when she was incredibly bored.

Suddenly a muffled scream resonated throughout the whole hospital.

Fred and Velma both began trying to place where the scream came from while Shaggy jumped and let out a yelp in surprise.

Daphne didn’t really know how to react or what to do, she just stood there and shifted her gaze around trying not to panic. Her eyes rested on Shaggy’s hand and for a second she was ready to grab onto her anchor.

But then she remembered the love of her life was right across from her, so why not just grab onto his hand?

She sighed and reluctantly walked over to Freddie, grabbing onto his arm.

“It was a woman’s voice I know that much but it seemed to come from everywhere...uhhhh...Velms?” He looked over at her, she had her brow furrowed and was looking up at the ceiling.

Then her eyes lit up and she snapped her fingers, “The PA system!!”

Shaggy groaned and let out that nervous chuckle that caused Daph’s heartbeat to pick up.

“There’s gotta be a control room for it we just need to locate it!” She began making her way toward the security office. The rest of the gang following behind her.

“Oh right that’s brilliant, like lets go toward the blood curdling scream which will most likely lead us to a terrifying creature that likes to eat dumbass seniors for brunch!! Genius move there Mensa!!”

While Velma simply yelled at him to shut up and stay close to them, Daph looked back at him and peeked down at his hands.

They were barely shaking, but she saw it.

“Velma they’d most likely have it hidden in the back of the hospital.” Fred said as he began to walk faster, Daph’s grip on him tightened so she wouldn’t fall.

“Oh ho ho, like this just keeps getting better doesn’t it?”

Daphne’s heart leaped, even his voice was shaking as they got closer to the security office.

Occasionally someone would dash past them heading for the exit, and they were sure the main areas of the hospital were in chaos, but otherwise everything seemed calm and quiet.

Which was easily worse than the hallway being filled with screaming.

As they reached a corner Velma motioned for them all to turn right.

Once they turned they were all instantly stopped in their tracks.

Hanging from a cord sticking out of the ceiling was a nurse, the same nurse that was bringing Mrs. Blake’s fix.

Her body was scarred and ripped up, her eyes were rolled back and all you could see was white. Painted all around her on the floor and the walls were stick figures and random scribbles. It looked like something done by a four year old, but the kind that was possessed by a disturbed demon.

“Zoinks!!! Like noooo...that’s it I’m done!! That is not fucking okay time to go!!!”

Shaggy ran his hands through his hair and began pacing back and forth, the panic was setting in, hard.

Daph’s breathing picked up and everything around her seemed to be drowned out by the sound of her hyperventilating. Quickly she turned to Fred and said, “Freddie you promised that if someone got killed then we--we w-wouldn’t get involved.”

Shaggy looked over and saw that familiar look that was on his face nearly every mystery, she looked like her knees were about to give out beneath her.

Fred hadn’t answered her yet and that only made her breathing intensify.

He quickly walked over to her and began to rub her back, ignoring Fred’s confused stare that he’d been shooting him a lot lately.

As he continued to rub her back he felt his breathing even out and his heartbeat slow.

Velma stared at both of them for a second and then sighed, “I’m calling the police and then we’re getting out of this hell hole.”

Both Shaggy and Daphne sent her a thankful look and she simply nodded.

Fred still stayed quiet, too busy focusing on the shifting dynamics of their tight circle. Not sure if he was prepared to adjust, change wasn’t something he did well at all.

Velma hung up after explaining their situation and shoving her phone in her skirt pocket.

“They’ve already received several calls and a couple squad cars are only a couple minutes away but they’re sending more.”

Everybody nodded.

They all stared at each other for a second, finally ready to make a run for the exit.

But then they heard a growl.

A long, loud, angry growl.

And it was coming from where they came from.

Right behind them.

Slowly, the all turned around, Shaggy had gripped onto the back of Daph’s shirt and Velma had taken a step behind Fred, peeking out from behind his arm.

Standing at the end of the hall, his head cocked unnaturally to the side, was a man with a scar running across both of his eyes that looked fused shut.

His clothes resembled a doctor’s but they seemed all wrong.

But that wasn’t the main issue with this.

The main issue was that in the creature’s hand was one of those hand saws that they used to cut off casts.

And it was fair to say that was probably lethal.

Within seconds, the gang let out a shriek and made a run for it, Fred and Velma going down the hallway with the hanging body, Shaggy running in the opposite direction.

Daph stood still for a second, here eyes following Shaggy dash down the hall, she could here the sound of the saw growing closer to her.

She could hear Shag saying, “Basic horror movie mistake.” in her head.

“Daphne what the hell are you doing???!!! Come on!!!!” Fred was shouting for her to follow him.

He continued to call her name but she didn’t respond.

Finally, she groaned and ran in the same direction Shag went.

“Damn horror movie heroine.” She said under her breath as she ran, trying to spot where he went.

She was about to panic and look back to see where the freaking Doctor Demon was, but a hand shot out of one of the rooms and grabbed onto her wrist, pulling her in and dragging her into the corner out of the door’s view.

“Why the hell did you follow me??” He said in a sharp whisper as he backed against the wall and wrapped his arms around her shoulders, her back resting against his chest.

“I-I um just...” She was unable to focus due to how terrified and flustered she was.

Plus that fact that he smelled like fresh soil and hot sauce. It was intoxicating.

“Like I got it, you panicked.”

She just nodded as she brought her hands up to his arms and gripped onto them. The sound of the saw was slowly approaching the room they were in.

Shag’s breath was forcefully being relaxed and Daph found herself holding her own breath.

“This is just hide and go seek meets freeze tag.” She repeated this in her mind over and over.

The closer the sound got, the faster she thought it and the tighter Shag’s grip was on her. Eventually it felt like the sound was right outside their door and Daphne’s heart was beating so hard it felt like it was about to hop out of her chest and give them away.

She leaned her head back against his shoulder.

If the police hadn’t shouted for his to put his hands up, Daph believed that he 100% would have entered their room and sliced them up into teeny tiny pieces.

But instead they were fine, letting out panicked/relieved breaths, still holding onto each other tightly.

#scooby doo #shaphne #shaggy rogers #daphne blake #shaphne fanfiction #teen wolf #stydia

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to-future-self · 4 years

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This is very long and unplanned

Well, hello

So, I diverge from my parents. Like most adolescents, I do, yes, disagree with my parents. I know, I know, shocker.

I find it to be very scary, really. Suddenly, those who always had the answer don't have it anymore. And, once again, the fact that there is no certainty in life slaps me in the face again and again and again. Sometimes I worry I'll never get used to it, to life. I feel as if no one really does, but I don't think this is the uplifting mantra I want to carry throughout my existence. "No one will ever understand what we are supposed to do, because we aren't supposed to do anything!" Living isn't supposed to be meaningful, not by default. But I do know that the only one who can attribute meaning to life is the individual living it.

The fact that we are all individuals is the reason there will never be true peace. No, we're too different, all of us, in so many ways. This doesn't mean we can't coexist with those differences, but I don't believe there's any plausible scenario (and by that I mean, no thought reforming BS or total human annihilation) where everyone is quiet and happy. This is one beautiful and terrifying thing about humans, we're bound to noise, never to silence.

A community, whether we like it or not, is not homogeneous. It's a bunch of individuals that are scrunched together and not mixing, no matter how hard some try. Every single one of us is just weirdly unique, with our own objectives, likes, dislikes, good and not so good facts and beliefs. We're all just existing, and we all have the right to since we all have value. To exist is, supposedly, very valuable in itself.

I'll get to the value of a human being and MY OWN VALUE as a human being eventually, don't worry. I looove rambling in tiresome texts.

But let's get to the point, at least the initial one: Should all people be allowed to exist? Or, at least, should people be able to experience freedom or is it more secure to tame it in some capacity?

Now, what do I mean about that?

My parents are not anti-racists, they also are quite careless when it comes to cute 2020 surprise, Corona, and my dad is quite unfond of concepts such as feminism. Ok, they do sound like idiots, and that worries me because they're not. And it kills me that I can't love them less for it.

I came to the conclusion that one can't end an idea. Ideas are created and exist, immortal, but not undiscussable. Therefore, racism or sexism or any bad-ism will never end, as long as there's someone out there that truly believes it, or some kind of registration, either being through manuscripts and historical papers of some sort or just through the impact the past makes in the present and future (as a 16-year-old, my conclusions are not mind-blowing, they're mostly stupid and lame and not original).

And those bad-isms exist because of the conflict we, humans, will never get rid of. Bad-isms exist because some believe that others, different from them, shouldn't exist, or are not correct, or are inferior to them for some reason. Basically, you shouldn't exist, because you're not like me. And to disagree with those is plausible, right? Everybody should have the right to exist, even if harmony is unachievable. RIght?

That's when you get movement, revolution, opposition, which is great. Not easy nor pretty, even though some think so (yes, I'm looking at you, miss ˜I-Like-Romanticising-History". Did you enjoy Hamilton?) Those people who were massively mistreated through the course of human existence are screaming, and the world starts to notice their voice. And it's just so fucking amazing, even if things aren't fixed, and most likely never will. Things are slowly getting better. Hurray!

Hurray?

Now, I'm no expert in social sciences. Actually, I'm no expert in anything, I'm sixteen. But it is bizarre to see how people have a hard time looking past their own nose. Me included, obviously, but let's talk about that later. Ok, things got better, but they're not good. It's not very difficult to find some numbers stating how many black people die every day because of cop violence, or how many women are being abused every day in any social sphere they're inserted in, or how many trans people are beaten to death every day because of their identity. And that's me not remembering many, many other examples of how things are not alright. We're not walking on sunshine. However, to those who do not really experience any of it, or care to know about it, this is very foreign. Those are people who look at the past, think "Yikes. Good thing the world is not like that anymore!", and go live their lives carelessly. They don't see anything wrong with the now, now is good, and they don't understand how there are people who are still complaining! Hello-o, you got your rights, shut up already!

That, gentleladies and gentlemen and gentlenon-binary, is my father.

And that same father feels like he has no right to be wrong, or of disagreeing with people. He's terrified of the idea of limitation of freedom, he thinks it will lead to some kind of new dictatorship, and "they" are already working on it - "They" being the masterminds behind a to-be controlled world of some sort. Therefore, according to my dad, we can't get someone arrested for thinking the most absurd or saying the most absurd, because 1. They haven't done anything tangible yet, 2. Even if they're complete and utterly disgusting, they have the right of believing and saying whatever they want.

I feel as if this is the main ideological conflict we have nowadays (I'm not sure, I don't know way too much about the world to have an opinion, but we'll go back to that too). We have people who want to diminish, control, or even exterminate others, but, if they don't effectively do anything, should they be punished? As someone who isn't affected by many of the violence in the world today, I don't know.

Because I know there's nothing I can do to stop it from happening, bad-isms are always going to be there, but we need to keep trying to make them almost nonexistent. But then, you can't convince people, or explain to them, the damages of something through violence. This type of change can't happen through force, because it won't clarify anything to those who don't know or don't care. This doesn't mean passivity, but it means effective dialogue and loads of patience and, honestly, that's really hard too. I don't think there will be many people willing to persist in a (most likely) one-sided conversation with their abusers. And that's to say that all people can be convinced, which is not the case at all! People are stubborn, especially when they're talking about something they feel deeply about, such as their moral compass or their beliefs.

I'm afraid I advocate for different types of resistance or social change because I don't know what it feels like. Because I don't understand suffering. I understand anger, sadness, and guilt, but not suffering. Not truly. And then, I must not forget that I have been raised by my parents, who believe that yes, anyone can be proven wrong, and yes, you should be able to think freely, no matter how disgusting what you think about is. And I thought I agreed with that too until the day I realized I'm terrified of judgment, and again the day of the racist episode in my school happened.

Some guys had a Whatsapp group. I have no idea what they talked about usually, but I, and the entirety of my city (and the internet, obviously), got to see bits of a terrifying conversation. They were talking about what girls they would rape, but then they got to one in particular. Since she was black, she was worth less than a piece of gum, raping her was disgusting, she would smell awful and they would prefer to sell her on the internet. You know, like a slave. LOL.

People can be inhuman sometimes. Later, I would discuss this episode with my parents. It was sort of inevitable since it was all over the news, but it made me feel awful. Because "Hell, they're kids! Stupid kids, but they didn't do anything. Everything could be racism then, you know? Who is to judge what is and isn't? What will they do next, invade our privacy? Check if we are or aren't conforming to what 'they' believe is right? People say stupid shit all the time! What will 'they' do, arrest everyone?" Holy shit, the way they diminished the situation, the way they made it about something else! I know they don't agree with the kids, but what the fuck, no empathy at all? "The girl must hear that every day, she's fine" FUCK, WHAT ABOUT THAT IS FINE??

And then, well, I realized I'm not my parents. And then I realized I still love them. A lot. And that scares me. I hope I'm not a victim of unconditional love, it makes you accept the unacceptable. But I love my parents, and it will take more than them ignoring human suffering for me to stop. Like, my dad voted (and seems to be in love with) for a guy who thinks "people like me" should be beaten as a child to "take the gay out of them", and I still love him. It is fucking terrifying.

Then, I get to one of my greatest self-doubts. Am I critical of violent methods of action because, deep down, I believe there should be no action? People should just exist? What is the best next step to coexisting? Should voices be shut by the voiceless? Are voiceless shutting anyone up? Should people care or not? If we don't care, there's eternal apathy, but if we do, there's just a great war of interest. What is right? Who determines what is right? Can people be wrong if being wrong means suffering? Am I scared of knowing things because then I'll have to acknowledge I'm really, truly horrible and have been doing everything wrong? Am I that scared of disagreeing with what I believe is true? Of what people I respect and want to like me believe is true?

Unanswered. I think. I don't know.

Hi, I'm someone highly dependent on others' opinions about me. Not so long ago, I noticed that I lie. All the time. To the point I don't remember things I said, or can't keep up with them. 'Cause I need to be liked. I need so much to be liked I don't think I have opinions I haven't borrowed from other people. I can't act by myself, I feel the need of having someone tell me what to do, what is right, what is wrong, how to live. Shit, I ruined my friendship with the only people I talked to in 5 years because I projected all my insecurities and a sense of right and wrong on them and then blamed them for it. And now, while I'm trying to stop some of my bad habits, such as lying, I am so lost. So, so lost. And I don't know if that's because I lost my sense of identity once those who told me how to be are not there anymore or because this is me. Actually me. And I hate it. I feel as if anyone I knew before now was just meeting a facade.

I don't like what I used to like anymore. I don't read, don't draw, don't write, only sing when at the verge of tears, almost never listen to music, don't dance alone at 3 A.M., don't make pancakes, can't stand my birds, haven't changed clothes in almost a month, don't seem to find the most hilarious shit funny. I'm giving cooking a try, it's been very fun when I'm alone. That's another thing: being alone sucks, but it's how I want to be 99% of the time.

I always struggled with feeling good about myself. Because the bits that I knew were entirely me never seemed appealing to most people. Sometimes I can't stand myself so much that I make myself stop thinking, fearing that someone might think my thoughts are uninteresting. I never felt so uninteresting in my life. My biggest thrill recently has been planning how to organize the notes in my binder, and I'm not even good at it. If I could, I would shut up forever, because I never know what to say. I'm terrible at it, convos. Recently, I had this breakdown because I was searching "How to talk to people" on Youtube. I never felt so pathetic, so useless… So I cried for about 3 hours.

Actually, I always feel as if I am wrong. Nothing I do is ever right. It's very fun, this constant feeling that everybody hates you and is just keeping up with your bullshit since they're too polite to just say "You suck". It's so weird that I'm constantly telling myself that if people knew the truth about me, I would be completely alone. So I'm constantly telling myself how I should just cut everyone out of my life so they don't have to waste so much on me. And it's all in my head but if I don't talk to anyone, it'll come true, but if I do talk, people will just realize how much of a piece of shit and nothing I am.

My therapist once told me that I'm not obliged to be entertaining all the time and that I can be boring, but the truth is that I don't know anything. I am very much filled with just air and, if I don't make things up, people will be just stuck there with absolutely nothing. And then leave. And it will be all my fault, as it usually is.

I think the most pathetic recent thing I've done is to become possessive of this pillow I have. I use it to feel less lonely at night, sometimes I like to pretend it is my boyfriend and just hold it real tight (not really because then "I would be crushing him"). God, I've cried so much against this pillow and slept with it so much to the point I can't sleep unless I'm hugging something. And, sometimes, when my sister lies in the bed with me, I don't let her lie on top of it. Do you know when children have those clothes they get really attached to? I feel like that. Memory Boy, if you're reading this, I'm sorry if it's creepy. But it is the truth.

By the way, I'm so sorry if I talk too much and don't give you the chance to talk. Or if I'm never talking to you. This seems contradictory, but I miss you so fucking much and I really love you. I'm really sorry I'm not present, I'm just not myself enough or interesting and I really don't want you to see me like this.

My family is not really respecting the quarantine, and they convinced me to go out with them a few times. And I hate it. So much. I become paranoid that I'm part of the problem and I'll kill someone or that people will know that I'm out and scream with me and hate me and judge me and hate me. And my fucking dad thinks everything is fine and dandy and if he goes out without a mask he won't infect anyone and if he gets infected and dies it's fine because life goes on without him and this whole thing will be over in no time he can show you the fucking numbers because only 100 people are dying per day in this state, isn't this great? People are still dying, my dad doesn't seem to care because "you do you. If there are some idiots who don't care, let them die. Why does it concern you?" as if this isn't a situation where your actions affect the people around you and as if I shouldn't care if people die and as if I shouldn't care if my own fucking father dies because "they chose to do so to themselves". Fucking amazing. Thanks, Dad, I'm so less worried now.

And, when I refuse to go out, my family blames me for being no fun at all or "having a phobia of the outside.", since I have absolutely no reason not to go, everything is fine and dandy now, shopping malls are reopening and there's no way a second wave could happen, no sir. And, when I do go out, I try to wear things I would never wear and avoid phones so there's no proof I was outside. And, when I come back, I start searching for pictures of me between those pictures taken of people outside and feeling guilty, so guilty for going because if I didn't want to go, I could have not gone. And then I'll feel terrible and hate myself and cry and want to hurt myself, even though I won't. And just feel bad for it forever because it's my fault that I went outside and I could have just stayed, why didn't I stay, now everyone will hate me so much and I'll have contributed to the death statistics in my country and people will call me out for it and hate and never talk to me again and I'll have killed someone and made their family miserable and it will be all my fucking fault as usual because I could keep my ass home.

And oh my god, I'm so great. I'm so completely fine, I have nothing to worry about and I keep creating problems when I could just shut up. Sometimes I feel as if my feelings are wrong and far too much so I try to pretend they don't exist because, well, they shouldn't. I have no real reason to feel as sad or angry as I do all the time, especially when there are people with real problems out there and I'm just shoving the fucking great life I have against their faces and pretending as if it is the worst. When, actually, I make up all my problems and I should just stop whining and just be fucking happy already because I have no reason to feel sad and angry. I just wrote down some things that are on my mind but they're so fine and not a problem at all. I just really hate being too much.

Honestly, I usually re-read my letters to correct it and make it coherent, but I won't this time. I seriously blacked out while writing this and just am not willing to revisit right now. I've been writing this for three days now and, most of it I did in a row. Spent two days in the beginning and then an entire day just vomiting words nonstop. I'm sorry if it was long.

#granola bird

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godeki · 7 years

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Gotei 15 Through the Years (An IRL Story)

Where to begin... Well let’s see, 12 year ago I started dating a girl who seemed very much like me. We hit off very easily and after a lot of complications and various issues (this is another story in itself) we ended up together. Now, you just keep in mind that when we started dating neither of us were reading/watching BLEACH (hell i didn’t even know about it yet). Well sometime in the first year or so of being together, I found BLEACH and I fell in love with it. As a natural gesture, I shared this new love with the girl I loved. After some early dismissals of the material, she eventual began to like BLEACH as well.

From there, things only escalated as we and most of friends discovered that we shared a lot in common with the two main protagonists of BLEACH (Ichigo and Rukia). From our personalities, to behaviors, to even mannerisms. Now you must also keep in mind, we were like this before we ever found BLEACH. However the fact that we were so similar to these characters, made our bond to one another seem even stronger. We loved the back and forth relationship that these two shared and how well they complimented one another. It was like they were made for us in some way, shape or form.

Fast forward a bit and my love (who has a talent for sewing and such) made us both Shinigami robes for our respective characters and we used them for cosplay purposes at several anime conventions we were going to at the time. Eventually I was given an upgrade as she made me Ichigo’s Bankai coat. Now I must tell you the amount of detail and time she put into this coat. She spent quite some time starring at pictures of his coat over and over to get all the details down. She managed to work out all the tattered cuts and “spikes” at the end of his coat...TWICE! Once for the black outter coat, and then again for a red inner liner for the coat. Now the Shinigami robes were not our only BLEACH costumes, we both had the corresponding characters School Uniforms for cosplay use as well. Later we adopted a fan theory about Ichigo being the captain of Gotei 15 ( with the flower for the squad be a Strawberry Plant) and Rukia being his Vice Captain. My love then decided to take this one step further and actually make herself the Vice Captain badge with the strawberry plant on it and a captain’s cloak for me with the #15 on the back in the same design style as the other 13 official ones.

Now, you might be wondering why I mention all of this, well it is to help further your understanding of who we are and how much we were into BLEACH. Let us skip ahead a bit more to about roughly 2.5 years into our relationship. It is currently 2007 at this point and we are at Otakon (an anime convention) and I am about to make the biggest change in my life. On July 21st, while we were at the convention, in front of a bunch of our friends, I asked my Rukia to be mine forever. I had this whole proposal worked out. I had been plotting for months exactly how I was going to do it, where I was going to do it and when I was going to do it. I even had my male friends all in on it and made them assist with getting things prepared. After all my planning for the months leading up to actually popping the question, I had everything figured out.... that is, everything except for actually handling the final part that involved presenting her with the ring. I got all the way up to that moment and literally just winged that last part. It was a bit haphazard and I did not get down on one knee or anything. I literally fumbled the ending, after all that careful plotting.

As the years went on and BLEACH’s story continued, we continued to use our cosplays of each character. Every convention saw the return of our dynamic duo despite the fanbase dying off more and more each year. It didn’t matter to us, they were us and we were them and nothing was going to change that. Or so we thought. Jump ahead to August 2016, and we are at Otakon once again (there is roughly 2 chapters left in BLECH) and just like most people, we feel like the series should have ended after Aizen. ( I hate to admit to it though) We did our usual routine, used some new costumes, some old ones, and of course our BLEACH ones.

Then, the last 2 chapters arrive, and needless to say we weren’t happy with the outcome. Of course the biggest shock was that our pairing, the two people we identified with most, the two that seemed like a 100% shoe in thing, in the end, did not end up together. This hurt, a lot, but it wasn’t the only thing. We knew all about the controversy going on for the last few months between Kubo and Jump. So we knew things were rushed, but the whole ending just seemed wrong and not just because of the Ichigo and Rukia parts, but also because every character seemed wrong and things felt like he pulled an Evangelion on the fans. Now I am not here to debate things over the ending, but it is important that I mention all this for the rest of my story.

My other half took the ending much harder than I did. She was terrified to an extent for various reasons. One of the bigger ones was, she was worried about using our costumes ever again. Part in due to the out lash we might get from other BLEACH cosplayers and part was her fear that my emotional state might deteriorate from it. These two fictional people, had been our everything for the last 10+ years. As I stated, they were our go to cosplays, they were our pairing, and they were our engagement. So they mean a lot to us because as I said, they are us and we are them. We share a lot of fond memories that came about because of them. Now this may seem childish to some or even outright dumb but it is hard to just get over something that has been so prominent in your life.

We were both worried about each other and how we would handle the subject going forward and what we would do if the subject was brought up. I assured her of one thing shortly after the ending had happened ‘We will have the ending that they didn’t.” That one line from me to her seem to set her mind at ease some and I think helped her to understand that nothing was going to change between us. Needless to say the ending still baffles us and even gets her upset from time to time but I just keep reminding her that “We will have the ending that they didn’t.” and it always seems to help some. I am sure that over time things will get easier and it won’t bother us as much as it did/does.

Now let us skip ahead once more to the present day. Two anime conventions have passed since the ending of BLEACH and I am pleased to say that nothing has changed. We still behave the same ways we always have, we still have the same personalities, and yes, we have still been using our BLEACH cosplays. Surprisingly (or maybe not) no one has heckled us or given us and crap over it. (I’ve had my share of BS experiences from a cosplay community before so I am a bit surprised honestly). This past weekend was once again Otakon and we once again donned a familiar set of robes and had our fun as always. There was even a BLEACH photoshoot again, granted there was only like 5 or 6 of us that showed up (strange because we saw a lot more BLEACH characters walking around that didn’t show up). The shoot was short and sweet and there was a lot of laughs. At the end though came a surprise, one that I was expecting at all.

My Rukia, grabbed my attention and started off on a cute little speech about this being the 10 year anniversary of my fumbled engagement proposal, needless to say I was a bit caught off guard and embarrassed by what she was doing in public. The embarrassment only worsened at the end, when SHE got down on one knee and (sorta renewed her vows to an extent) and asked if I would stay with her for another 10+ years (yea I know she meant forever but it was worded that way when she said it. :3 ). Being the spaz that I am at times I excepted it my usual way which kinda threw her off but I made a slick recovery (not really but I did fix it). She then presented me with a hand made stuffed bunny (my own Chappy), what made this special was she had managed to sew our Gotei 15 Strawberry pattern into the inner part of the stuffed bunnies ears (the same idea style used my captain’s cloak from way back near the start of this story) for that little extra bit of awesomeness.

I am not sure what more to really say about us. If you spent a day with us (before we discovered BLEACH or even after) you’d swear you were watching Ichigo and Rukia were just going about their normal business with one another in an episode. My other half means everything to me, and no matter what changes in our lives she will continue to be everything to me. She will always be my Rukia and I will always be her Ichigo. It is just the stubborn side of us both that doesn’t want to let them go an probably never will let them go. I don’t feel there is any real reason for us to let them go. As long as we continue to be who we are, they will always be a part of us and honestly I am fine with that. They have been a part of our lives for so long it is hard to imagine them not being there anymore. Sure the series is over but it honestly doesn’t matter, they will always live on as part of us.

I think I have gotten my point across and told enough of our story for now. Maybe one day I will share certain parts of this story in greater detail but for now, I need to sleep. To anyone who actually reads all of this, I thank your for your patience and for reading my little tale of my Rukia and I.

#IchiRuki #Ichigo X Rukia #bleach #gotei 15

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psychic101 · 7 years

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Hey I love your blog!! Can I ask what your thoughts on ouija boards are?

Hello! Thank you for your patience!

Now, I hope you don’t mind me saying–

DON’T USE OUIJA BOARDS!

(I don’t mean to put it in all Caps as in to shout, I did it so in case there’s people scrolling through, this can at least catch their attention and be informed as well).

Ouija Boards, the devices themselves, aren’t bad– it’s just like a game board with a plastic piece. No, that’s not the real “danger” there. At most– it acts as a beacon (which is bad once you figure out why it’s bad).

The Problem comes with how it is used. The Ouija Board is like a Telephone without Caller I.D– it’s like going onto a Risky Website without Virus Protection. It’s like Getting a Spam Email and Clicking on the Link it sent.

Ouija Boards allows you to get in contact with ANY spirit WITHOUT PROTECTION. This is EXTREMELY BAD! This is ESPECIALLY dangerous for those who aren’t experienced with the Psychic world and the workings of it. With being Psychic, at least you can tell when the Spirit is BS-ing you, I can’t imagine what it’s like for those who aren’t. Actually? It’s still freakin’ bad even if you are Psychic! It’s still hard and sucks!

Any Spirit, a Strange Spirit that you don’t even know, can come in, communicate through your Ouija Board, and claim that they’re your Old Dead Pappy trying to say Hello~

It’s like inviting a Stranger into your Home. It’s like talking to someone online, and they’ve been lying about who they were (like a predator). It’s like living in a dangerous area, and living your front door and windows wide open.

Now, people can say, “Oh, but I’m sure that doesn’t happen often—” No, let me tell you, it does. It happens way to dang much. People don’t understand what kind of Spirits you’re actually inviting.

When you use the Ouija Board, you’re inviting everyone. No, not a few. Not the people you call out to (it’s not an “invitation only” thing– that’s not how it works). It’s everyone. Who’s part of “everyone”? Negative/Bad Spirits– and that includes the Negative/Bad Spirits who want to make you miserable.

Negative and Dark Spirits know how the Ouija Board works– and they know that we don’t have a complete understand. They know we don’t have precautions set up when we use it (and trust me, there’s none you can necessarily put up). They will use it and abuse it. They will lie to you so they can get attached to you. (Especially Dark Spirits)

That whole, “But if I tell them goodbye, if I follow the rules, they will go away”— No, that’s COMPLETE BS! Honestly– do you think someone who does bad things will actually follow the rules? No, they won’t. The Ouija Board has no power for that. Once they come, following that Beacon from the Ouija Board, they are gonna do whatever they can to stay and attach themselves to you.

Negative (Specifically Dark) Spirits are the worst– they can’t necessarily hurt you physically, but they will do whatever they can to hit it where they can– your mental and emotional state. They will emit as much negative energy they can so you will start feeling down, depressed, having doubts, low self confidence, anxiety, stress, they will give you horrid nightmares, they will attract other bad Spirits to help out in their Cause, ect. ect– and it will be hard as it builds up. The only way you can get rid of them is by some intense cleansing and some life-positive changes to your environment. Negative Spirits are easier to get attached to Those who also Emit Negative Energy.

That is why you often hear stories about, “Ouija Board brought a Demon to my house,” or see those horror stories. No, they’re not demons (demons, in the Christian Religious sense, don’t exist– there are Dark Spirits, a Subcategory of Negative Spirits), but they are just a bunch of Negative Spirits wanting to screw around with people, or make them as miserable as the Spirit feels themselves.

There’s a Personal experience behind this, too– My Big sister, Big Brother, and I (I was 7 at the time I think) used a Ouija Board one time. My mom found out and threw it away– but a Spirit was already attached to my Big Sister. At the time (she was in high school), she was being bullied so she had self-esteem issues and such. Because she already had negative energy, a Dark Spirit attached themselves to her– making her depression a lot worse, increasing her doubt and such. Her mental health wasn’t all the Spirit’s Fault, but it didn’t help either. Believe me, it got BAD– the spirit just made things a lot worse for her to handle. She had to work on getting rid of it. I’ve seen the horrid affects of what it can do to people.

PLEASE, LISTEN TO ME WHEN I SAY: DON’T USE A OUIJA BOARD!

I honestly freakin’ the freak out even at the thought of someone saying, “Let’s play with the Ouija Board!” It’s not a toy. It’s not a fun party-game for Halloween (GOD, PLEASE DON’T TRY IT ON HALLOWEEN– THAT’S LIKE…MIXING EXPLOSIVES AND BATTERY ACID). I’m so passionate about this— like….

GUYS, PLEASE, DON’T USE IT. HONESTLY– IF YOU HAVE ONE, JUST THROUGH IT OUT RIGHT NOW. DUMP THAT GARBAGE. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, HONESTLY.

Sorry that I got on a tangent about this! It’s just something I find really important for everyone to know.

I hope this helps!

#Psychic #Psychic101 #Ouija Boards #Avoid #Don't Use #Bad #Ask #Anon #Anonymous

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For the drabble asks: Solace. You can take your pick of who is comforting who c: (from Jurassicjerk!)

@jurassicjerk wow this ended up WAY longer than I intended, but here you go! I hope you like))

Tak!Weevil’s eyes twitched behind closed lids.Tak!As the small, sharp noise repeated itself, he stirred, giving a drawn-out moan of dislike at being awakened. What time was it…? He squinted at the digits of his alarm clock in the darkness, trying to force the numbers to swim into focus without having to paw blindly for his glasses.THOCK!!!The glass of his window shuddered in its frame from the force of the impact, making him bolt upright with a start. Startled confusion quickly gave way to anger - Weevil’s default response to any sort of intrusion on his plans - as he threw back the covers and swept the folded spectacles off of his nightstand.By the time he’d reached his window, he’d situated them across the bridge of his nose, the lenses doing a wonderful job of accentuating his glare as he hoisted it open to locate the source of the disturbance…….just in time for another stone to come zinging at the glass, missing his head by inches and bouncing across his carpet. “What the hell, Rex??” he hissed into the darkness. Because, after all, who ELSE would go to the bother of slinging rocks at his window at just-past-midnight on a school night?“Good, you’re still up.” Rex Raptor, presumably having hopped Weevil’s parents’ backyard fence, stood on the lawn, still holding the handful of gravel and rocks he had been launching one-by-one to try and get his friend’s attention.“I’ve got class in the morning.” Weevil told him tersely. “….so do you, for that matter.” He braced his hands on the window, preparing to slam it closed again and return to bed when it occurred to him…….didn’t Rex live two hours away?“Hey, look, can I–” Rex began and stopped, rubbing at the back of his neck as he shifted his weight awkwardly. “I gotta come in for a little while, okay?”“What? Forget it! My mom would come down on me like a swarm of hornets if she knew I’d had you over!” Mrs. Underwood didn’t care for Rex, and wasn’t shy about saying so. The few times Weevil had invited him over, she’d kept a suspicious eye on the dino duelist, urging her son to check his belongings after he’d left, and make sure nothing had been stolen. When nothing had turned up missing, it was always something else - he was loud, he was rude, he chewed with his mouth open, his hair was dirty. Eventually both boys had decided it was far less trouble for the two of them to simply meet up in public places to go about their business instead.“Weeve, c’mon!” His tone gave Weevil pause. “I won’t stay the night or anything, I just–” he cut off again, reaching up to swipe the sleeve of his green jacket across his eyes impatiently. “Are you crying?” Weevil asked, sounding somewhere between incredulous and surprised. Rex neither confirmed nor denied the question. Instead, he gave a long, watery snuffle and shoved his hands into his pockets. “You gonna let me in or what?” he asked sulkily. The response was the window shutting..and then a few minutes later, the sliding back door grinding open quietly on its tracks. “Hurry up.” Weevil commanded, still in his lime green ladybug-print pajamas as he motioned Rex inside. The two of them were silent as Rex crossed the patio into the family room, Weevil shutting the door behind him. They made their way through the darkened downstairs, up the steps and down the hall with no incident until, at last, Weevil was closing them up safely in his bedroom. “Ugh, you stink like smoke.” he noted. “Where did you come from? And what was so important that you couldn’t–”Rex. having made a herculean effort of holding out as long as he had, chose that moment to loudly break down into braying sobs, with such force that it seemed to derail the insect master entirely. “Wh–h-hey, don’t–!” Weevil faltered in the face of the storm that was Rex’s misery.“Everything’s gone…” he moaned, burying his face in his hands.“What is? What are you talking about, Raptor?” Weevil demanded to know, finally having regained enough ground to properly inject his annoyance into the situation. “Don’t wake me up in the middle of the night and then be cryptic about it!” The heels of Rex’s hands pressed into his eyes a moment before he dragged his nails down his cheeks, beginning to pace the neatly-kept bedroom.“I mean everything!” he began. “My cards, my disk, just–everything! Gone!” “What kind of idiot loses their entire dueling kit?” Weevil asked, acid in his voice as he placed his hands on his hips, watching his friend’s erratic movements. Weevil had little patience for others’ incompetence, and he found his mind could easily conjure up images of Rex falling asleep on a city bus and forgetting his disk on the seat beside him after finally stepping off four stops beyond his own. Or becoming distracted by some busty girl in a tank top at the mall, and leaving it on a bench while he dropped everything in pursuit.Instead of seeing guilt creep over the other’s face when confronted with the accusation he’d probably done something stupid, though, Rex suddenly looked furious as he drew back and punched the wall with a curse. “Will you STOP?! You’re going to wake up–”“I didn’t LOSE’em, okay??” Rex snarled, his grief swallowed up by a roaring stampede of anger. It was enough to bring Weevil up short on words as Rex bristled, teeth pulled back from his lips in a grimace of rage. “Remember that local tournament you were talkin’ about? The one you said we should do together?”Weevil remembered. “That hardly would have been worth our time. We’re miles ahead of a bunch of local nobodies.”“Yeah, well, *I* went.” Rex continued, withdrawing his fist and observing the raw redness of his knuckles from the impact with the wall. “I thought—I dunno–thought maybe I WANTED to duel a bunch of nobodies. Start at the bottom and work my way up again, find the same groove I had before that got me to the regionals instead of havin’ my ass handed to me over and over again.”On that much, at least, Weevil could grudgingly empathize. There were times he’d considered doing similar, in fact. Though his pride, as well as the knowledge that he’d already been the regional champion, would not allow him to lower himself back to the starting line. Rex was pacing again, breath huffing with such force that it was easy to imagine plumes of steam venting from his nostrils and mouth, like one of the dinosaurs he so revered. “I did good, came in second. That’s not so bad after the streak I’ve been on lately.” he went on. “Except afterward these two guys came up. Hadn’t been up against any of’em in the tournament, so either they got kicked out early-on or they’d just been watchin’. I dunno, but–” he drew in a shaky breath and let it out again. “–but they knew who I was. And they knew who you were.”“I don’t know why that’s surprising…” Weevil shrugged. “You and I are practically a household name in the dueling circuit.” “And they did the usual fan BS. Said it was good to see me gettin’ back in the saddle after my ‘hiatus’. Said they were big fans of my deck and asked if I’d meet up with’em later and give some pointers. And–and I figured what the hell, right? What else was I doin’?” He stopped in the middle of Weevil’s bedroom, head lowering as he went on. “They said they had some homework and shit to do, but that we could meet up at the park afterward if i wanted to wait. So…I hung around until it got dark.”“Oh my god, don’t tell me you got mugged.” Weevil groaned, giving an exaggerated roll of his eyes to properly express his exasperation at the idea.“It was worse than that!” Rex snapped, jabbing a finger at Weevil accusingly. Again, the smaller male quieted himself, finding he actually wanted to hear this story. “So they finally showed up, only it wasn’t just them. They had more guys and said they were friends from school. And just as I was thinkin’ those guys look kinda old for school, they just–” tears were welling at the corners of his eyes again, beginning to spill over. “–it happened so fast, Weeve. One minute they’re askin’ me about Uraby, the next minute the two big guys have me by the arms while the guys from the tournament are draggin over a trash can.”“I read an article once that compared yours and Weevil Underwood’s dueling career to a garbage fire.” the stouter of the two boys said, producing a lighter and flicking it on before introducing the flame to a napkin that was sticking out of the can. The night air was soon alight with the crackle of flames and the stench of burning trash, accompanied by a ripple of laughter from the other three. “So we figured this would be a fitting send-off.”“Let go of me!” Rex demanded, thrashing in his captors’ hold. “Get his deck.” the one who’d lit the fire demanded as his taller companion moved forward, rifling through Rex’s coat pockets until he found it and brought it over. Amid his furious attempts to free himself, Rex watched with worried fixation as the stranger opened up the box and began to idly leaf through his cards. “You know what my favorite part of your guys’ career was? The Duelist Kingdom tournament.” “We had WAY better wins than that!” Rex argued, watching worriedly as Two-Headed King Rex and Fossil Excavation shuffled through the guy’s fingers. “Yeah but you know why it sticks out in my mind?” the kid pressed, the firelight lending his eyes an ominous glint. “Because of what you guys did to Yugi Muto’s Exodia cards on the boat.”“Th–I had nothin’ to do with that. That was all Weevil.” Rex huffed, trying yet again to wrench himself free before dangling there, subdued, though only in the way an animal caught in a trap temporarily stops struggling to consider its next move for escape.“That’s right, where were you again? Trying to chase Mai Valentine’s tail, right?”Damn, those big-name duelists sure liked to run their mouths in interviews, didn’t they…?“I always wanted to see Exodia in action. Somebody like Yugi probably could’ve put that thing through its paces, but I guess we’ll never know now. Did he cry when you threw it into the ocean?”Rex remained silent, receiving a thump between his shoulders from one of the goons holding him that jarred him back to attention. “I dunno. Weevil said he did. Weevil says a lot of shit, though. He probably didn’t even stick around to see.”“i’m just saying. I’D probably cry if someone tossed my rare cards into the elements where I couldn’t do anything to save them.” He leaned forward a bit, a thin, musing smile on his face. “Where IS Weevil these days?”“School? I dunno, man, come on! I’m not that little gnat’s keeper.” That guy was standing far too close to that burning trash can for Rex’s liking. “That’s okay. You can just pass this along for him, then, on behalf of those of us who don’t want to see clowns like you becoming the face of Duel Monsters.” He was back to rlfing through Rex’s cards, putting him on-edge as he watched the stranger pause, his smile becoming a grin as if he’d found what he was looking for. With a flourish, he produced a card, the firelight playing off of its holographic surface. Just as Rex recognized which one it was, the boy flicked it into the can. “Say goodbye to Tyrant dragon!” he jeered. Rex immediately went electric in the others’ hold, to the point they had to struggle to keep him restrained. “What the hell?? NO!” he cried, lunging ineffectively as a frantic voice told him it wasn’t too late. He could still save it. A little crispy around the edges, sure, but if he was fast enough, he–“Bye bye, Megazowler!” in went another card. Rex’s heart dropped into his stomach. “Ooh what’s this? Crawling Dragon #2? Wouldn’t want HIM to get lonely!” It was like watching a burning comet crash through a chapter of his life and wipe it right out of existence as, one by one, his dinos were fed to the devouring flames. Dinos he’d spent years searching out in packs, and wheeling-and-dealing in the schoolyards for. It reminded him of the gut-coiling feeling of having to hand off his Red-eyes to Joey Wheeler, being forced to reflect on the endless odd jobs he’d done and the countless bottles and cans he’d pulled out of gutters to tote to the recycling center in order to afford its lofty price tag. Even though, on some level, he’d at least been comforted to know that Joey would treat Red Eyes with the respect it deserved. This was…“Oh my god, dude, he’s actually crying!” one of the older guys clutching him announced with a shrill laugh. “What a little bitch!”Rex barely heard him, and certainly not on a level that the mockery or laughter from the others would have registered. Was he crying? He didn’t know. He was too busy watching Serpent Night Dragon join the other three in the blaze, followed by Trakodon, followed by–By now, the words were tumbling out of Rex at a fever pitch as he recalled the happenings in the park, talking faster and faster the more upset he became until he was barely making any sense at all. What Weevil was able to collect out of the word salad was that the punks had finished tossing his deck into the garbage fire they’d created, one of them had socked him in the belly to knock his wind out, and for their final trick, they’d taken his duel disk and thrown it against a tree until it had broken before leaving him there among the ruins. “And I just–I didn’t know what else to do. So I came here.” he finished, his eyes and nose both reddened and streaming freely. Weevil tensed, possibly in disgust at the mess of bodily fluids Rex was turning himself into, or maybe in guilt at the fact his friend had taken a punishment he hadn’t exactly earned. No, it was definitely the former, he decided, before crossing over to his bedside table, snagging the box of tissues perched there and offering it to Rex, who gratefully grabbed up a few to begin mopping up the mess his face had become.“Idiots.” Weevil snarled. “Why go after you for something *I* did?” He’d never exactly been ashamed of what he’d done with Exodia, and had even relayed the story a few times himself. When Rex didn’t offer an answer to this, Weevil vented a sigh, reaching out to his friend, pausing to find a place on Rex’s sleeve that hadn’t been snail-trailed in tears or snot, before patting his arm reassuringly. “It doesn’t matter. You can bounce back from this.” he told him. “You can get more dinosaurs, and–”“Me and what money, huh?” Rex challenged, anger flaring again as he loudly blew his nose. “All those packs? All those boxes? I can’t do all that again! It’d take me an ice age to get’em all back!”There was a long pause that hung between them, the only sound being Rex’s hitched breathing as he tried to calm himself down. “Not necessarily.” Weevil offered at last, dropping down to one knee to pull a box out from beneath his bed. “What we need here is a stand-in.”“I don’t want any of your crappy proxies.” Rex sulked, looking at the floor as Weevil unlidded the box.“They are NOT crappy.” the bespectacled boy shot back, rifling through the rows of them he’d sorted by name and type. “They’re tournament quality. Duel Disks read them flawlessly.” He’d already begun plucking out cards and clutching them between his thin fingers. “And besides, do YOU want to explain to everybody that you had your whole career torn down by Yugi’s fanboys?”Rex considered, his face souring, before finally bringing himself to look over at Weevil who’d nearly finished picking through the stacks with the precision of a mantis. “Here.” he said at last, thrusting the makeshift deck at his friend. Rex frowned as he sifted through them. He knew they were fakes but…damn, Weevil was right. It was almost impossible to tell. “Wait…” he said, a thought seeming to dawn on him. “So you just HAPPENED to have my entire deck in with your dumb bug copies?” At this, Weevil notably bristled. “I’ve got MY entire deck in there too, you dino dumbass!” he shot back. “After I had to give up my Insect Queen to Wheeler and have him rub my face in it, I wasn’t about to give anyone else the satisfaction of seeing that hole in my collection. And I thought I may as well back up the rest too, just in case.”“…yeah but mine?” Rex asked, sounding a bit awed. Weevil rolled his eyes in return.“I don’t have time for setbacks” he explained. “And since I rarely make mistakes, I have to take into account that everybody else might. That goes for my partner too. So…that’s why…” he gestured at the proxy dinosaur deck now in Rex’s possession. “You can just replace them as you go along so nobody has to kn-REX!!”Weevil’s shrill proclamation was in response to the fact that Rex had flung his arms around the smaller male’s shoulders, squeezing him in a bear hug. “Lookit you! Weevil Underwood lookin’ out for me and helpin’ me save face!” Rex chuckled, his throat still sticky from crying. “Partner, eh?”“I didn’t say–”“You did! You said partner!” Rex goaded, tightening the hug until Weevil wondered if his chest might collapse. “No take-backs!”Weevil wheezed something that was probably more profanities before a sound that every kid up past their bedtime equated with horror made both of them freeze. Slippered footsteps chuffed down the hallway, drawing closer to the closed bedroom door. Rex and Weevil both exchanged a wide-eyed look, and then like the world’s most bizarre synchronized dancers, they simultaneously leapt into action as Rex scuttled into the nearest hiding spot he could find - under Weevil’s bed - and Weevil grabbed the box, diving atop the mattress and ignoring the muffled grunt from beneath. By the time Mrs. Underwood had tapped twice on her son’s bedroom door before opening it, she would be greeted with the tranquil scene of Weevil sprawled on his belly, sorting through his cards with idle fascination. “It’s late.” she remarked as Weevil looked up with mock-surprise, having long ago perfected his poker face where his parents were concerned.“Is it? Sorry, I didn’t notice. I got some new ones today. You know I hate it when they’re out of order.”She nodded faintly as he spoke, as if she were full-aware before folding her arms. “Were you…talking to someone in here?” “Someone from school.” he answered easily. “They had some questions about an assignment, and I put them on speaker because i wanted to keep doing what I was doing. Was it too loud?” The innocence in his voice ought to have been criminal…and it seemed to work exactly as he’d intended it to. She lingered in his doorway a moment more before sighing, crossing the room, and gently removing the proxy box from Weevil’s bed to transplant it to his desk.“Get some sleep.” she told him, tousling his crown of seafoam-colored hair as she passed back by him on her way out. “The weekend is coming, you’ll have plenty of time for cards then.” Weevil completed his illusion of the eager-yet-obedient son with a disappointed sigh.“Right…goodnight, mother.”It was a full minute after the footsteps had retreated and Weevil’s parents’ bedroom door had shut once more before Weevil’s head appeared in the gap between the floor and the mattress, upside-down, as he leaned over the side of his bed to peer into Rex’s hiding spot.“How are you getting back?” he whispered.“I dunno, the buses stop runnin’ at midnight.” Rex whispered back. Weevil promptly disappeared from view as he scrambled back up top and, a moment later, a pillow paffed Rex in the face. “My parents leave for work at six. The buses should be running by then.” Weevil informed him as Rex blinked at the offering.“I can stay?”“We’ll figure out your duel disk this weekend.” Weevil went on as if he hadn’t heard him. “Just be quiet.” Rex hesitated a moment more before cramming the pillow beneath his head and settling in as best as he was able in the cramped space. Seeming satisfied with this, Weevil, again, withdrew, the bedside lamp clicking off and the springs creaking and jostling a bit as he, too, got settled.After a few moments, the bedroom was silent. Until Rex nudged the mattress with his knee.“Partneeerrrrrs~” he sang up at his friend teasingly.“I’m about five seconds from creating YOUR extinction event.” Weevil warned. “Go to sleep.” Rex gave a snort of laughter, settling once more. He listened, though. He went to sleep.

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