#really hope she dies a gruesome death

[bonefall]

Do you have a top 5 dotc characters line-up? Just ones you like in general

"Top 5" is really more of a... "guys I hate the least" lineup. Characters whose treatment made me so angry it's become spite-love. It's bad in here. It's REALLY bad in here.

In no particular order, the characters I like in DOTC are,

Bumble Not JUST because of how dirty she was done, either. Bumble's amazing. She's confident, she's outgoing, she's funny! She's there for Turtle Tail when Gray Wing is treating her like shit, and friendly to every cat she meets, even when they're being dicks to her. She ALWAYS does the right thing in the end and has the best interests of her friends at heart. She's a GOOD PERSON! The ONE time she was ever ANGRY at anyone was when Turtle Tail just let her get dragged back to their wifebeater. She's only part of TWO books but she's the BEST character in the entire arc, hands down, above and beyond the rest of the cast. JUSTICE for Bumble!

Bright Stream She got fridged, killed in a shocking, gruesome way, with uncomfortable detail put on how the pregnant woman probably died slowly and was eaten alive, ripped to shreds by eagles... for Clear Sky's man pain. Clear Sky literally fucking broods in a moonbeam. All because Gray Wing tripped like an idiot in a horror movie. And it was a WASTE. Bright Stream IS INTERESTING ALL ON HER OWN. Gray Wing was downplaying Clear Sky emotionally pressuring her into leaving, dismissing him going "I HOPE YOUR HUNTING SUCKS SO YOU REALIZE YOU SHOULD FOLLOW ME" with a 'good humored flick of his tail,' thirsting over how attractive Bright Stream is and how lucky Clear Sky is to have her as a mate while Bright Stream is obviously feeling upset about how her shitty husband has been talking to her. And it's actually insulting how the writers never acknowledged this-- that Clear Sky has ALWAYS been manipulative. From BOOK ONE. And then she has these absolutely bizarre Angel Fetus Children that Gray Wing coos about on his death bed, because god for-fucking-bid a single scene go by that doesn't become Clear Sky-centric.

Snake This arc tries SO bad to make this fucking guy a villain. SO hard. They describe his stinky breath and his bad teeth and how icky and gross he is, and they make him kill Frost during Clear Sky's Murder Party as if I'm supposed to blame HIM instead of the ESTABLISHED MURDERER WHO ORDERED HIS MEN TO KILL EVERYONE. Then, they choose HIM to stand up against Clear Sky after he let a murderous evil tyrant into his group against all warnings. And they treat that like it's a bad thing. Like SNAKE is the one who's awful for TELLING CLEAR SKY TO SHOVE HIS HALFHEARTED APOLOGY UP HIS UGLY ASS They even make him follow One Eye's evil lackey in the next book, like they're trying to slander him in hindsight. "Oh nonono, ackshually, Snake wasn't principled at all. He wasn't making a point about how Clear Sky let One Eye into his group and that he's sick of following tyrants. DONT WORRY. THE ONLY PEOPLE WHO DON'T LIKE CLEAR SKY ARE EVIL :)" FUCK you. I'm going to stan Snake OUT OF SPITE.

Tall Shadow While I still can't stand what they did with her and Bumble... she's an interesting character and done SO DIRTY because the writers don't fucking respect women at all They chose to have her go through a "self-confidence arc" because everyone nonsensically HATES her and just wants Gray Wing to lead, where she has to choose taking care of her burn-victim brother over leading because her "emotions" are getting in the way, only to clear up once her family is fucking dead because the books KEEP INSISTING that women in particular can't be leaders if they have an important emotional connection. And THEN they have Shaded-fucking-Moss, her predecessor, descend from heaven after Clear Sky's Murder Party to tut-tut at her for killing someone after she was THROWN INTO A CROWD OF PEOPLE TRYING TO MURDER HER, because I'm DEAD serious, god forbid women do anything. Clear Sky's got a direct body count of 3 at this point, PLUS the indirect body count of a dozen people killed on his orders, but ACTUALLY Tall Shadow is the one who deserves the fucking scolding. INSANE. And YET. She remains a practical person. She's diplomatic when she can be, and harsh when she cannot. Against all common sense, she LISTENS to Gray Wing's AWFUL advice to do Just One More peaceful meeting where maybe THIS time sucking Clear Sky's toes will work, because she is fair. I cannot help but love her.

Milkweed I haven't gotten to her in my read-along yet but she's done so dirty, too. It makes me sick. She's revealed to be a friend of Misty and distrusts the Mountain Cats for, you know... stealing all the native cats' land and murdering her friend? But don't worry, Gray Wing's here to do Clear Sky Apologetics and convince her to go join his group. While there she gets verbally accosted by Leaf, a recurring background asshole, who says she's useless, her stupid babies are stealing his food, and that when she gets sick she's just keeping the whole camp awake with her coughing. So anyway, because the Erins LOVE domestic abuse, they get shipped together lmaoo. Normal book series.

Bumble, Bright Stream, Snake, Tall Shadow, Milkweed. I also have feelings about Wind Runner though, and what they did with her. But GOD, explaining my complicated thoughts on Wind Runner would take a long time. She is both a favorite and also a symbol of several huge problems in WC.

#Dotc hate #warrior cats analysis #bone babble

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hi! Hello how are you? I hope you're doing well!

So i would like to make a request, can you please make one where the reader is a runaway child, going on adventures and seeing new places and helping lots of other people, And as how she was able to survive that long is because she is a witch who tampers with dark magic, that's why she's running away from her previous life.

She died due to the people who she ran away from, found her and they ripped out all her organs in revenge (gruesome i know) as was then dubbed the traitor child

She is also on the human side, so may i request with all the human figthers so far? Or if not, maybe king leonidas, qin shi Huang, kojiro, tesla, adam and aswell as some other gods like thor, hades and poseidon and as for how her story goes. This is how it went

She goes into the arena, other people expecting another grown man. But to their surprise it was a child, the crowd burst into an outrage, but she calms them down saying that can handle it and that no one needs to worry and that she'll make them proud, when her opponent talks to her she is polite and respectful, they then fight when her opponent hits first, she teleports behind them. The fight then soon ends and she wins, the gods and humans in shock! Did this child really win against a god? After that she meets up with the people who i mentioned this to be for.

You can decide after that! Thank you very much

-Traitor, demon, witch, evil, those were all words that you remember well, being called those numerous times, despite being a child.

-You ran away from your home young, no longer willing to put up with your family’s abuse, and you spend your days traveling, exploring, and being free.

-But being a child in a cruel, unforgiving world, you did what you had to do to survive, and learned with dark magic to defend yourself.

-However, a child is still a child, and it wasn’t long until you had been caught after your parents deemed you evil, and after many saw you using your dark powers, you were deemed a witch and sentenced to death, but you were given no quick death, you were torn limb from limb, disemboweled, brutally tortured until you bled out.

-You couldn’t even fathom on how cruel some humans could be, especially to a five-year-old.

-However, in Valhalla, you were free, you got a safe and warm home, you were never hungry, and nobody thought too much about you, just seeing you as a child.

-There were only a few who knew about your power, Odin and Brunnhilde, knowing full well that you were strong with magic, and after years of honing your skills, you were dangerous, but still looked like a child, much to your annoyance as nobody took you seriously.

-That is, until Ragnarok occurred and Brunnhilde took a gamble with you.

-The amount of shouts of rage and outcry, seeing a young child walking out into the stadium was almost deafening, so many were furious, seeing that a child was being forced to fight.

-Your bright smile and look of fiery determination did throw them off as you spoke, “Don’t worry about me- I’ve got this!!” but your words and confidence did little to deter their anger.

-It wasn’t until you easily defeated your opponent that they finally shut up, completely stunned as you did nothing to hold back, showing off years of training work with your magic.

-When you returned backstage, you were no expecting to be hugged so quickly, by a man who wanted to adopt and protect you, even more so after Brunnhilde told them how you died on Earth.

-Instantly had you in his arms, hugging you close, ignoring your futile attempts to struggle free, “Let go! I’m not a child!” he found your struggle amusing, holding you by the back of your shirt like you were a feisty kitten, “Struggle all you want, you’re my kid now, and nobody’s ever going to hurt you again.” You paused at his words, eyes narrowed like you didn’t believe him, “Really?” he grinned, keeping you in his arms, “Really- c’mon I’ll get you some ice cream.” Your hands flew up as you cheered, showing your child-like nature, which you were quick to deny.

            -Leonidas, Qin Shi Huang, Hades, and Thor

-Kneeled down and introduced himself to you and you did the same and he offered you a hand, “Would you allow me to adopt you, Y/N? I don’t want anyone to ever hurt you again.” Now that your powers had been revealed, you did think it was a good idea to have some extra protection, mainly because you were afraid of being attacked for using dark magic again. It was rather cute, seeing you acting so mature, because you were, but in the body of a five-year-old, it was rather amusing to see. You agreed, taking his hand and he pulled you up and into his arms, holding you like a child so he could take you to a waiting room to relax with him.

            -Adam, Kojiro, Poseidon, and Nikola

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror leonidas #ror qin shi huang #ror hades #ror thor #ror poseidon #ror adam #ror kojiro sasaki #ror nikola tesla

[kseung]

Wednesday Addams x Reader

Jekyll

Requested

Warnings: violence, blood, hospital, coma-ish stuff.

Words: 1,090~

Sorry for the delay, and for making this one a bit too short :(

Being a werewolf was great, for you at least. You had wolfed out pretty early on, so by the time you went to Nevermore you could control yourself pretty well already. It made having a roommate far easier.

That was proven useful when you had to jump in and attack the Hyde. Enid wolfed out, but being new... she stood no chance. She still did most though. You wanted to really make sure that the Hyde wouldn't bug anyone in a long time.

Wednesday had almost lost hope once more that day. However, you showed up at the best moment. It was a show she wished she could see, but that was not the best moment. Maybe some other day she'd be able to see you wolf out.

You took the Hyde on your snout, making sure to bite down hard on joints like the elbow or knee. You got covered on more and more blood. Initially, the Hyde's, but after he clawed your back it was your's too. You cried out, but before you could do anything he had bit the side of your leg.

It made you angry. There was absolutely no chance you'd let him get out without serious damage. You slashed right through the skin on his chest, essentially forcing him to become human again. He tried to run, so you threw him against a rock. If it weren't because of Enid you're sure you'd have regretted your next moves.

You turned back, making sure to stay next to the now-awaken Enid, guarding her from the Hyde. You were almost shaking, but still acted tough. Sadly, that did not last long enough. The effect of adrenaline wore off, forcing you to recognize the wounds you ignored before. The last thing you felt was a trickling sensation on your back before passing out cold.

•••••

When Wednesday returned, Enid hugged as tight as she could; a gesture returned by Wednesday. She was glad Enid had made it out alive, but then, where were you?

—And...? Where are they?

Enid looked away, hiding herself further in the coat she had around her shoulders. She mumbled something which Wednesday didn't hear. It made her assume the worst. Enid looked back. Wednesday followed her sight, noticing you covered with some coat, laying on the forest ground.

She ran as quickly as she could, trying to calm herself as much as possible. There was hope. She kneeled next to you, placing one hand on your cheek and using the other to lift the coat and check for wounds. Gruesome, to the worst of her expectations.

She acted as logically as possible at that moment, managing to get you a ride to the hospital. At least the teachers in the school could do something, for once. She knew you'd be okay. You are strong.

•••••

—It's been days and they're still sleeping—, said Enid. —I really hope they're okay—. Ajax nodded.

—Don't even gotta say it—, Xavier sighed. —Wednesday has been worried sick these days. She barely even sleeps or eats—. Speaking of your gothic girlfriend, she had just passed out from exhaustion. She had nearly died herself, experienced the pain of being stabbed, fought to death quite literally. Almost a miracle she was still there.

—I didn't think I'd find myself saying this, but I do hope this... wolf wakes up—. Bianca sighed as she took her jacket. She dressed up for the cold outside air, bid some goodbyes, and left.

—I think I'm- we... are gonna leave—, Ajax said. Enid smiled awkwardly. She held your unoccupied hand for a second, supporting you silently. She took Ajax's hand and they left.

—Guess I'm gonna wait outside.

•••••

It had been some hours when Wednesday woke up, groggy and uncomfortable from the position she had dozed off on. Her neck was not doing great, but it was worth it. You seemed like you were doing okay.

—Wake up soon, or I'll kill you myself.

As expected, you did not respond. She sighed and went back to sitting on the uncomfortable chair. She crossed a leg over the other, letting a book rest against her thigh. Her left hand was too occupied holding yours to read.

She didn't notice it, but you had started to wake up. Mostly because she herself was getting sleepy again. Thing, being the best appendage to ever exist, gave her notice. He pointed and signed until she understood. Her neck cracked due to the speed, but seeing you alive was more important.

She placed a hand on your cheek, lightly feeling the scars. She couldn't help but get teary-eyed. Her love was awake. You leaned into her touch, relaxing despite the situation. She quickly called for the staff, letting them do their job while the thoughts of having you in her embrace, annoying her, sank in.

After some time spent with checkups, you were allowed to rest. You hadn't been too bad in regards to broken bones. However, you were still weak due to bloodloss. Tyler's claws had really made you bleed.

They gave you water to help with the dryness. You used your weak voice to ask for water... and mouthwash. It made Wednesday smirk, trying not to chuckle at your quite you ask.

—Hey there, Wednesday—, you rasped out. Your voice was still rough, as you hadn't spoken for days. The water was of little help. You had slept real good.

She almost contained her smile, but it was you. It made her feel relieved. She sat on your bed, holding your right hand in hers. The gaze she sent you was full of emotions, much to her dismay. You could tell she was glad, happy even, to see you alive and well.

—Hello, amor.

You smiled. It felt weird, since you now had some scars on your face. But it was okay. You had gotten them to protect Wednesday. It was but a sign of your love.

—Did I make you wait too much?

—Yes. As usual.

—Let's not wait any longer.

You leaned in for a kiss, a sweet and short one. If it was too deep, you'd probably end up bursting your lip again. Not that Wednesday minded the blood.

—Thank you, Wednesday. You're always good for me.

—As you are. Perchance it shows.

You smiled and nodded. —I hope it always shows—. You traced a scar with two fingers, entrancing her with your eyes as you did the gesture. She felt seen. And she liked it, because it was you.

—I'll always know.

One more kiss wouldn't hurt you.

Got the reference? Jekyll and Hyde, except that there is no Hyde anymore because you ⚔️

#wednesday addams x reader #wednesday adams x reader #wednesday x reader #wednesday addams #wednesday adams #wednesday #wednesday addams imagine #wednesday imagine #wednesday imagines #fanfic #x reader #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega

[shinozaki-ayumi]

This is something that I was thinking about myself but I didn't really want to write about it on Twitter (Kedwin follows me so I feel a little guilty for being negative on there, I know that's a bit dumb but whatever lol), so I guess I'll spill my thoughts on here.

Anyway I really hope there's a lot more to the premise of DD than they've given us so far because "seeking social media fame" is just so bland... I appreciate the setup of Blood Covered because it establishes a lot in from the get-go about both the characters themselves (and how they feel about each other) and the story's major themes (coping with loss and change, in particular). It gives the story solid ground to build up from, like:

Ayumi's guilt stemming from "I just wanted to keep us together as friends and instead I got you all killed"

Mayu's death feeling especially awful since the whole situation was started in an attempt to make her feel better, and she yet dies first/in the most gruesome way

Kind of a sick irony that the survivors are definitely closer with each other by the end of it all than they were at the start, so in a roundabout way the charm "worked" when it comes to keeping them together

So I'm hoping we get some more robust thematic/character buildup other than "streamer does a challenge to up her subscriber count."

There's also been comparisons floating around about how it's just the modern equivalent of the Sachiko ritual spreading via blog sites in the 2000s and I actually agree with that! Paranormal phenomena going viral on the internet is completely rooted in reality and I've watched my fair share of YouTube videos reviewing/debunking "paranormal" TikTok content myself lol. But even then, Naho's motivations were still in line with the overall themes of the story. Her goal wasn't to find fame, it was to stay close to Kibiki -- and, like Ayumi, she got the people she cared about killed instead (Kibiki, Sayaka, etc.).

Anyway all of this is just a really long-winded way to say, I really really hope the story previews we're being given are extremely simplified and that the starting incident isn't JUST "I want subscribers." I want these characters to be emotionally invested in their relationships with each other and I want to watch them suffer for it lol. Maybe there could be some turmoil over prioritizing internet fame/validation over genuine, real life relationships? So the opposite of Ayumi's good intentions, basically. I just hope a character with as unserious a vibe as Nemu can be taken that seriously lol.

#emma talks about corpse party #hope you guys are ok with me spewing shit like this lol #i'm not trying to bitch about it as much as i'm just thinking about the merits of the original and hoping the new story matches them #these posts are me putting the thoughts floating around in my head into words so i can stop thinking about it and be productive

[theuchihalawyer]

Thoughts on Obito?

Sorry if this is too long lol, I just really like him and I despise how he's misunderstood

Obito is actually my second favorite character. Even when I didn't know he was Tobi/Madara disguise yet, when I watched Kakashi past, I grew fond of Obito immediately.

First of all, what I don't like is that he's reduced to a "simp" by the fandom. It's like, Obito is really misunderstood, for me, Obito is brillant, well-written. For me, he has even more depth and matters more than other popular characters (?)

But well, Obito was a child soldier, a 13/12 year old kid in the middle of an ongoing war. He was ostracized for being below the standards of the Uchiha clan, he acknowledged this, calling himself "the black sheep of the Uchiha", he always got surpassed by others and had no family but team Minato.. where Kakashi didn't even respect him until he was in the middle of dying, and always turned him down and.. Obito grandma was a filler.

And then.. half of his body gets mutilated, he has no leg, no eye, no face, no arm, he got CRUSHED during a mission against the opponets of the village he wanted to protect, while saving his comrades but he gets "rescued" and sewed by Madara, Madara tells him the shinobi world is too rotten, corrupted and since it won't change — it must be destroyed, and that he'll realize soon. He tells Obito he won't be capable of being a ninja in his state, but Obito, but he still has hope, despite being in such gruesome situation. Obito doesn't believe him, he spends most of his time thinking about his team while he recovers (which was incredibly painful and discomforting..people tend to ignore that, like, Obito really suffered during the time he was kidnapped by Madara), desperately wanting to see his team again, they give him the strength to recover, to do his absolute best! And then he does get the chance and goes back to see his team after a long time of being "trapped", of struggling, of the whole process he went through. But? It was for nothing. He watches one of the only persons who believed in him, kill herself with Kakashi's attack (which was a technique perfected by having Obito's sharingan) the guy he gave his life for, and she does it for Konoha, for what she was taught was right, that she was nothing more than a tool (and no one will remember her sacrifice, the village won't, but Kakashi and Minato, who dies later.)

Obito was destroyed mentally and physically, noticing Madara was right, but also because everything he went through, he says that he's living a horrible nightmare, and the horrible nightmare is the shinobi world. Rin, and everything he went through, the war, Sakumo, his own "death", etc made him completely notice the reality of Madara words and the system. The system it's corrupt, and it wasn't going to change at all. Rin died, she died because she was taught her life wasn't as important as the village, why? Because of Konoha fascist regime, and like it manipulated Rin, it was manipulating every child soldier and pretty much every generation (haven't seen it change yet lol) and if that system never changed, there would never be peace (it never changed during Obito whole life, the corrupted system never changed, Obito saw this happen his whole life. Over and over)

All of this happened because of the shinobi system, the will of the fire, and he began realizing it. And how was he? His body was mutilated, his love interest died, and a person close to him killed her, where was his teacher? Nowhere to be seen, just like when he "died", he was kidnapped, Madara promises him a better "world" if he comes back to him. He had just lost everything. He sees nothing but cruelty through his whole damned life, why? Because of the shinobi system, so he reveals against it. That's what I really like. Rin was just a catalyst to Obito view of the shinobi system and world in general, and no, his actions aren't because of Rin only, because if it was that way, he'd just revive her with the Edo Tensei, besides the fact he's not in love with her anymore after those years, and his ideology about the shinobi system being corrupt started before Rin's death, it was Sakumo death too, and Minato explaining it to him. But yeah..no, he's a simp in half of the fandom's eyes, lol

I also don't think Madara "brainwashed" him or controlled him (?) enterily, Madara did chose him (stated by Zetsu) but Obito himself saw with his own eyes the fascist regime that wasn't going to change, neither end..and for what? To be reduced to a simp.

Obito was a victim, yes, but anyways, I won't defend the clan massacre that he participated in, neither the Kyuubi attack, people he murdered and the war. Anyways, I love his character. He's my favorite and always will be. :]

#obito uchiha #uchiha obito #pro uchiha

[mirandapriestlyswife]

Mirandy Fanfic- Apocalypse AU; Chapter 2

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Hi! This chapters not that great, but I hope you enjoy anyways :) constructive criticism is welcome as this is my first fic! Enjoy!

Prologue https://www.tumblr.com/mirandapriestlyswife/747204446805704704/mirandy-fanfic-apocalypse-au-prologue

Chapter 1 https://www.tumblr.com/mirandapriestlyswife/747303362291286016/mirandy-apocalypse-fic-chapter-1

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“You wanna play 20 questions?”

“No.”

“Okay.”

“….”

“What are you doing?”

“Work.”

“Work? What work?”

“Honestly Andrea, what does it look like im doing?” Miranda sighed exasperatedly and turned around in her office chair to face away from the brunette. Her office was a mess. Old copies of Runway were scattered across all surfaces, photos from shoots that go as far back as 1972 fluttered about. They interested Andy for about the first 20 minutes of arrival at Elias-Clark, as promised, at 7 AM. But now they just made her sad. It was like when she was going through her old high school yearbook after Lily passed. It made her smile to think about all the fun times they’d had… But then the realization that she would never hear her voice again settled in. The photos of past models gave her a similar feeling. Those people had lives. They had hopes and dreams. And now they were dead.

Miranda sighed and placed down her pen, rubbing her temples.

“You okay?”

“Oh…” She didn’t say ‘yes’ or ‘no’ but at least she acknowledged the question. Andy sighed and got up to stretch. Shed been sitting on the floor close to Mirandas desk all morning. She was really desiring human contact. Sure they didn’t have to fall asleep in each-other’s arms, but a hug would be nice every once in a while.

“..Where are you going..?”

“No where. Just stretching.”

Miranda clicked her tongue. “Good.”

‘Good’? Did that mean she liked her presence? Andy smiled and leaned on the wall.

“So.. What do you do in your free-time?”

Miranda visibly rolled her eyes at this. It was fascinating, the woman looked so impossibly bored whenever Andy tried to initiate some type of conversation. Yet she looked over at her constantly, as if to make sure she was real. It was almost sweet… Almost.

“I work. Review old issues, critique. There isn’t much to do in an empty city.”

“Do you leave the building to get food or-“

“Upstairs. Theres a deep freezer. It somehow manages to keep things moderately fresh if I turn the power back on every few hours.” Miranda dropped her pen and leaned back in her chair. Gazing up at Andy.

She stood self consciously. “Do you ever leave the building..?”

“No? Why would I? I expect the streets are riddled with the smell of death.”

Andy shrugged. She wasn’t wrong. The bodies that weren’t relocated to mass graveyards at the beginning of the infection were in fact rotting in the last place they were before death. She walked past the gruesome sight of a homeless man with his eyes pecked out by pigeons every time she left the apartment. She ended up throwing up on the side of the road the first few times she saw it. But like most things, she just got used to it after a while. She kept reminding herself that theres no soul in that body, it was simply an empty shell. The sight still made her nauseas though.

“Yeah.. When I realized there was seemingly no one else left in the city I broke into The Plaza Hotel. I thought, ‘Hey if you’re the last woman alive, why not live a life of luxury?’” She chuckled. “Yeah.. That didn’t last long.. Walked in on some Wall Street guy that died in bed.”

Miranda closed her eyes momentarily, her lips forming a displeased expression.

“Why are there no body’s in this building?”

“Did you really just ask me why there are no corpses in this building?”

Andy sighed, was this woman trying to make her feel stupid? “Yes..?”

Miranda rolled her eyes and looked up at the ceiling, “Theres no bodies because we underwent quarantine two weeks before the initial mass outbreak. Alike your job I assumed.. Wherever you ended up.”

Andy shrugged, “We stayed open for a while.. You know, the world of journalism was really booming at the beginning.”

“Why only at the beginning?”

“Well.. People stopped reading.” She sighed sadly then put on the upmost pitiful laugh, “They got sad reading the latest death poll I guess..”

Miranda nodded, her eyes still shut.

“So…”

Miranda opened one eye which made Andy chuckle. “You just work all day? Where do you sleep?”

An immediate eye roll followed by a response of, “Where do you think?” In which Andy had no answer to.

“I sleep here.”

“Well I knew that much.. But theres-“ She looked around just to confirm her suspicions, “Theres no bed-“

“Correct…”

“Then where do you-“

“Honestly Andrea, not everyone needs a bed to sleep.”

Miranda Priestly doesn’t sleep in a bed? What? “..So.. You sleep.. On the floor..? Really..?”

“I sleep on the couch.” The older woman rolled her eyes and when Andy clearly wasn’t understanding, she cocked her head in the direction of the couch, corner of the office.

“..That can’t be good for your back.”

“And why are my back issues of your concern?”

Andy scoffed. “Well incase you haven’t noticed you’re the only one around here to talk to, and I honestly would rather you not be dead.”

“How would a little back ache cause me to die?” Miranda raised an eyebrow as she leaned forward and went back to what looked like aimlessly making notes on old magazines.

“Well.. I don’t know but-“ Andy stopped herself when she caught Mirandas eyes, but to her own surprise, she continued, “I care about you and-“

“Oh did you care about me when you abandoned me in Paris? To be mobbed by paparazzi questioning my divorce now questioning why my assistant is running off with her tail between her legs like some wounded animal? Did you care, Andrea? Did you care when you threw your company phone in a fountain? Don’t think I didn’t catch wind of that.”

Andy was stunned.. Out of all things she expected to hear from Miranda, confrontation wasn’t one of them. “Miranda, please.. I was young-“

“You’re still young.”

“I was immature!”

“Seems like nothings changed, has it?” Miranda shut the magazine and stood up, glaring at the taller woman. Andy frowned, out of all the damn people to be left alive on Earth, why did it have to be her spiteful boss?! She took a deep breath, she couldn’t afford to ruin the one chance at some sort of companionship with Miranda.

“Look, I’m sorry for that… ‘Stunt’ I pulled in Paris.. I was young! My whole life outside of work was falling apart! My boyfriend had just left me and-“

“Oh yes ‘Nate’, let’s hear about ‘Nate’.”

Andy was about to fire back when she realized.. How did Miranda know Nates name? Did she have her phone wired or something?! “You.. Know about Nate..?”

Miranda’s mask slipped for a moment, she looked almost embarrassed as she pursed her lips. “I may have.. Overheard some conversations between you and Emily.” She straightened herself up, “Nothing of interest of course.”

Oh.. Lovely to know her old boss was probably listening to every complaint Andy made when she had the time. She raised her eyebrows and chewed her bottom lip, not knowing how to continue without resulting in an argument. “So you-“

“You should stay here tonight.”

Andy stared at the older woman, bewildered.

“Here…? With you..?”

“Don’t make me repeat myself.” Miranda took off her reading glasses and added on, “Unless you’re uninterested.”

She wasn’t sure she wanted to.. She wasn’t sure she didn’t want to either. And what did she mean by ‘uninterested’? Uninterested in what exactly? In Miranda? In the idea of staying with her?

“I.. I kind of should go back to Lily’s apartment.. All of my stu- I- belongings.. Are there.” She sighed in relief that she caught herself from saying ‘stuff’. Somehow proper use of filler words was more important than figuring out what to eat for dinner that night. Andy almost smiled before she noticed the slight disappointment in Miranda’s complexion. “..Maybe you want to come back with me? I mean- I don’t have a lot of room but..” IDIOT! Shit! Shit! Shit! Why did she just invite Miranda over like that?! Of course she wouldn’t be interested in-

“Acceptable.” Andy was shocked. Miranda Priestly was willing to spend the night in the same building as her? Let alone the same room? She felt a blush creeping up her cheeks and swallowed hard. Those unresolved feelings from Paris seemed to be fighting their way through the deep corners of her subconscious she had them buried.

“Great.. We can head out-“

“Lets go now.” Miranda sighed, looking around with little interest and then looking at Andy expectingly. “Well?”

“Well? Well, what?”

The older woman scoffed, “Do I look like I know my way to your apartment, please Andrea lead the way.” She muttered as she grabbed her Prada bag that she had carelessly discarded on her dust ridden desk. Miranda Priestly was quite the mess without two full time assistants at her disposal 24/7.

“..Right- it’s a long walk..”

“Andrea, I’ve lived in this city since before you were born im sure, I know how to walk places.”

“Right.. But are you really going to do that in.. You know.. Heels-?”

Miranda snickered, or at least thats what it sorta looked like. Somewhere between an almost laugh and a downright hiss. “Trust me. I can walk fine, Andrea.”

“Yes, Miranda.”

The walk to the apartment was rather quiet. Except for Andys occasional attempt at making conversation.

“We should check out BloomingDales, you know.. Raid them of their designer clothes.” She tried to joke but Miranda simply put on her Versace sunglasses and acted as if she didn’t hear her. Of course.

“How much longer must we drag our feet for?”

“..Well we just passed the bagel place.. So maybe.. um.. 30ish more minutes?”

Miranda clicked her tongue at that. Andy wanted to ask her why the hell she had even agreed to come spend the night with her if all she was going to do was shoot her disapproving glares, but she kept quiet and instead focused on the sound of falling leaves.

The city stank. It always stank. Since it was built it was as if the founding fathers had decided ‘This shalt be the city that smell like shit’. But instead of sewage water, the place reeked of decomposing flesh. Andy covered her nose with her sweatshirt as they passed the body of what looked like a woman that had simply fallen asleep in the park when the infection had killed her. She heard Miranda gag behind her which would’ve made Andy chuckle under different circumstances.

“You don’t leave Elias-Clarke much?”

“I try not to.”

“Why not?”

“Why would I want to walk around a city of corpses?”

Andy didn’t respond as the two continued their walk in silence.

“It’s a nice day out..”

Miranda made a noise of approval in response.

Finally.. Fucking finally.. After a torturous walk in silence, they had finally arrived at Lily’s apartment. Of course, Lily didn’t live there anymore. But she still referred to it as ‘Lily’s apartment’, as if she were carrying out her best friend’s legacy by naming a crappy studio apartment in her honor. She jiggled open the door, which she had left unlocked. She lost the key months ago and only really locked up at night.. Besides, in the off chance that a psychotic murderer had broken into the apartment, she’s sure she’d welcome death with open arms.

“Well.. Here it is.” She shrugged as she made her way through the messy apartment. Books on top of books and magazines covered almost every available surface.

“So.. Do you wanna stay on the couch or-“

“I assumed there were two bedrooms? Did you and Lily not live here together?”

Andy cringed at the accusatory tone Miranda took, it almost sounded like jealousy..

“Um.. Yeah- well- the couch is a pullout.. I usually sleep there anyways.” She gestured to the mass of pillows and blankets on the folded up pull out couch. “I don’t touch the bedroom- that was Lily’s. I’d like to keep that door closed if you don’t mind while you’re here.”

Miranda nodded and turned her head towards the kitchen, observing the area. “If I take the couch, where will you sleep?”

“I don’t mind the floor.. I can take the pillows from the chair and-“

“We can share the pullout.” Miranda set her purse on the kitchen counter and looked to Andy to set up the pullout couch for the two of them. Andy stared at her in shock. It actually didn’t sound.. Unpleasant. God knows the fantasies she had about Miranda before Paris.. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad? She’s missed the physical touch of another person.

“Yeah that sounds.. Good.” She looked Miranda up and down, “You didn’t bring pajamas- did you?” That sounded a lot more perverted than she meant to.

Miranda seemed surprisingly unaffected, “No. I was a bit…” she clicked her tongue, “Spontaneous when agreeing to this.”

Andy shifted awkwardly on her heels, “Right.. Well.. I have some old shirts and sweaters you can go through if you want. Some of its clean.” Some of it was in fact clean. She had learned how to wash clothes with a jug of water, scrub brush, and soap, but it still didn’t seem that hygienic. Miranda pursed her lips and nodded.

“And what do you eat..?”

Andy’s face flushed in embarrassment. Food had always been a.. Sore subject when it came to Miranda to say the least. Being called the ‘fat, smart girl’ by the woman she quite honestly thought was hotter than the Ohio pavement on an August afternoon took quite a chip at her relationship with food. Pun not intended. “Oh.. You know.. Just cans of things I pick up- theres some apricots..” She walked over to the pile of canned goods she’d been hoarding in her kitchen, digging around, “Around here somewhere…”

“I’ll look myself Andrea, thank you.” She kept digging through the cans anyways. What would tonights meal be? A can of olives that’ll have her waking up in the middle of the night more dehydrated than a damn sponge? She heard Miranda shuffling around the apartment, probably going through the laundry pile. She heard Miranda groan in disgust at the sight of her clothes from Old Navy and the Gap. God, this was going to be a long night.

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Hope you enjoyed!

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[drakaripykiros130ac]

Hi. I'm a huge fan of ur user site, especially talking about The TEAM BLACKS.

Also, I'm on team Black. I had been watching hotd. I'm so excited for S2.

Here are my loong thoughts about team Green.

1. Alicent is no innocent nor a victim but a high hypocrite skank who abused her queenship power against Rhaenyra, who in fact DID her duty and sacrifice ( as Alicent ranted like a mad woman ) She litterly put all her children and grandchildren in terrible danger the moment she falsely placed crown on Aegon the Drunken Fool's head. She even willingly hid her son's heinous indescritions. She is no Saint but traitorous one. Plus, I was furious when Alicent praised Rhaenyra that she'd be a great queen when yet she placed the crown on her son's head instead after Rhaenyra gave an apology, which she didn't have to. Alicent couldn't keep her high mouth shut when she spread rumours about Jace, Luke and Joffrey.

2. As for Otto Hightower, the pure mastermind of the Dance of Dragons. At first, I didn't understand why he suddenly wanted Aegon on the throne when he suggested Rhaenyra to be the heir. That was when I realised it was a plot to remove Daemon Targaryen, who knew who Otto really is. Ironically, Otto is the second son of Hightower, like Daemon. It is clear Otto cared for his ambitions, not for 'the sake of the realm' as he claimed. He always used misyongy cards to reason that Rhaenyra is not fit to sit on the throne just because she's a woman. Geeze, that weasel clearly forgets that Rhaenyra was a cupbearer and often listened to the meetings. It wouldn't surprise me if Otto Hightower committed more heinous actions against the Targaryens. For example, Otto got the King's Hand position AFTER Baelon ( Viserys and Daemon's father ) died suddenly when he was still young. Also, he might have ordered the maesters, who were from Old Town, to suggest the intercision that killed poor Queen Aemma Arynn along with her stillborns and caused miscarriages. Clearly, the man is the green flag for danger and not trustful.

2. Ser Crispin Cole was clearly a red flag man. It was appalling that he was still a knight. I mean, he killed an innocent man ( Laenor's first lover ), belittled Rhaenyra's children out of spite and murdered Lord Beesbury, who clearly supported Rhaenyra and knew King Viserys the longest. Criston seems to have signs of being unstable. Let's hope he was given an unhonourable death in battle.

3. I admit, Aemond is handsome. But, when I observe his personality, I find it so 😑. He's clearly trying to be Daemon 2.0 when the original was more interesting. He was quick to anger and temperamental. Accident or not, he was the first one to shed blood the moment he killed Luke, which triggered the war and anger the mama dragon, Rhaenyra.

4. Aegon the Drunken Fool was a fool. People forget that he held influence over Rhaenyra's sons when they play pranks on Aemond. He raped poor girls in the Red Keep and produced bastards.

5. Helaena, however, was a sweet, poor soul that caught up in gruesome war. Her children were paid the price for Luke's death. I think she knew she was never going to live as she's a dragondreamer. Her dark predictions came true.

In a short conclusion, the Greens except Helaena were a bunch of cold-blooded killers who would murder anyone who stands in their way for power. Ironically, the Greens stand out greed. I'm glad Alicent's line will die out while our Realm's Delight, Rhaenyra's line, will prevail for centuries.

Sometimes, we must know and imagine that if the BLACKS are capable of doing bad things, so will the Greens. The Hightowers hide their ugly actions behind the cloak of righteousness and piety. If Rhaenyra is not Saint, then Alicent is not as well. In this world, everyone is capable of killing.

Sorry for my long rant😅 That's how I felt about the TG after reading everyone's comments.

I agree with everything you said 👍

All in all, I feel like the showrunners are trying to create a balance and make the audience sympathize with the greens.

I can never bring myself to do that because despite these showrunners’ efforts, the Greens are greedy upstarts who resorted to stealing and murder which started a whole war. There is no “there are two sides to every story” or “both sides do terrible things”. No.

The Blacks are not angels, but they are the anti-heroes. They make some questionable choices but which are ultimately for the greater good.

The Greens are vicious and the spitting image of villains. All they care about is taking power for themselves. Otto and Alicent Hightower were conspirators from the start. So I can’t understand how anyone would ever root for them.

[bottlepiecemuses]

The Cruelest Condition Of All Being Separated From His Daughter Or She Becomes A Slave

I hate this man with all my fucking heart. It's bad enough to turn Kuma into a soulless machine, but to also separate him from the joy of his world under the threat she will go through the shit her father and mother went through is cruel for cruelity's purpose. I really have some hope Saint Saturn dies a gruesome death so he can pay for all the pain he put Kuma through.

#saint saturn #one piece 1100 #one piece 1100 spoilers #one piece spoilers #one piece #kuma #kizaru #vegapunk

[thecake-isalie]

🥀🤍 - Tessa and J might be one of my new fav MD dynamics??

I was overthinking abt the new Murder Drones episode and after processing the deaths I’ve come to the decision that (along with N and V) these two have one of my favorite dynamics. Specifically because of the angst.

Like, a lot of people seem to forget that Tessa died at the manor along with the other humans. But really thinking about it, her death was WAY more gruesome. She (a child, probably 10-13) was skinned (maybe even alive??) and used as a skin suit for the Absolute Solver / Cyn. Her corpse was then used to trick her closest friends into helping the Absolute Solver.

I feel especially for J, though. Her entire character is how much of a workaholic she is (putting the company before anything and anyONE else). She spent the entirety of the plot being used by what she thought was her closest friend, aka ‘Tessa’. They probably never got a proper goodbye either. I hope this is covered and we get a bit of J character development in the new episode because thinking of them makes me sad.

#Murder drones #murder drones angst #serial designation j #tessa elliot

[p-perkeys]

Rant Time :)

Wolverine 41 Spoilers and Me Bitching/Swearing/Being A Cry Baby Bitch/ I Don't Know Why My Feelings Are So Strong and ANGRY Over This

i wanna make a quick comment (who do i think i am) about the two seconds laura is there. logan putting all the responsibility on her "should something happen" is fucked because she was literally created and abused to be him and i just don't like that she really is the female version of him - can she please be her own fucking character like DAMN logan maybe don't be a piece of shit instead of putting it on your daughter huh "sOrRy YoUrE oN xFoRcE fOr Me" okay dumbass. okay. i hope like hell laura finds out akihiro died because logan's dense ass LEFT HIM ALONE WHEN HE ASKED HIM FUCKING NOT TO and that she goes blindingly feral on his hairy ass.

now the big thing. that thing.

the FUCK marvel. what the FUCK.

for akihiro's death, no, brutal and gruesome murder, to mean jack shit to logan , akihiro would first have to mean a damn to logan first. akihiro's died MANY times, once by his own dotting daddy's hands, so why we gotta do this like that. and logan hasn't care not one SINGULAR time. not other than when he fucking DROWNED him and even then he only felt sorry for HIMSELF (what's new).

that was one. two, you expect me to believe my man can't fight some kitty cats? the fuck??? (respectfully because i don't hate sabertooth, just the writer who i don't even care to name). bye marvel. bye. akihiro has worked with sabertooth many times. he'd know those scents. i don't care about cloaking shit. quit playing. he has heightened senses AND pheromone sensitivity. be for real right now. be for real. he could take 'em all. krakoa not being accessible for ressurections means a healing factor don't work no more? mmkay. aki is like a million years younger than them and they're supposed to be stronger, quicker, blah blah blah? pfffftttt. okay.

i can't WAIT for them to ressurect akihiro again just for logan to continue to pretend he doesn't exist and laura and gabby are the only two who try at all. like it's been. but sure. let's fuck all the shit up to make logan so edgy and sad - same story the last 50 years.

:)

#akihiro #logan #sabertooth #wolverine #fang #daken #laura kinney #wednesday spoilers #i am prepared to physically fight right now #im so serious #i'm so tired of this shit

[dolphin1812]

@eleancrvances has pointed out the heartbreaking similarities between Georges Pontmercy’s death and Fantine’s, with his last cry reflecting his wish to see his child and him dying as he lost hope. The tear is really devastating. Marius’ reaction, though, is interesting to contrast with Cosette’s. Age is certainly part of it. Cosette’s mother died when she was young, whereas Marius was almost an adult; neither one of them really knew their parents, but Marius’ awkwardness here and his attempt to adhere to some social norm for grief reflects his comparative awareness of these standards as an almost-adult, whereas Cosette simply repeated the fact of her mother’s death to a doll in distress. That being said, what these parents represent to each character is distinct. For one thing, Georges Pontmercy’s death is very physical to Marius in a way that Fantine’s wasn’t to Cosette. Fantine’s death was gruesome, but Cosette wasn’t there. She doesn’t even remember her mother:

“"Then you have not a mother?"

"I do not know," the child answered.

Before the man had time to speak, she continued,—

"I do not think so; other girls have one, but I have not."

And after a silence, she added,—"I believe that I never had one.”“ (LM 2.3.7)

At the same time, the idea of a mother means more to Cosette than it does to Marius. Although Mme Thénardier suggests that Cosette’s mother abandoned her, we don’t see Cosette repeat this idea, focusing instead on her mother being dead (or nonexistent, as seen in the earlier exchange with Jean Valjean above). She seems to believe that she suffers because she has no mother, not because her mother doesn’t love her. Marius explicitly feels abandoned by his father, though, making the relationship between them tense in a way Cosette and Fantine’s isn’t. 

To be fair, Cosette may not have complained of abandonment because of the narrative place in which we learn about her perspective on her mother: when Valjean finds her and adopts her. Hugo stresses that both her and Valjean were searching for someone to love, and that when they found each other, they were both able to express this wish and finally rejoice in caring for someone. Consequently, their love takes precedence over Cosette’s grief and/or confusion. Marius, on the other hand, is still on his own and doesn’t really love anyone. He didn’t love his father because he felt he abandoned him, but he also doesn’t love Gillenormand. Whereas Cosette’s story then was at a place of hope, Marius’ is one of resentment and isolation, allowing us to sit with that feeling of abandonment.

That lack of love is sad given that we know Georges Pontmercy did love his son, but it also allows Marius to figure out that something’s off. The scene he steps into is full of grief:

“Anguish, poignant anguish, was in that chamber. The servant-woman was lamenting in a corner, the curé was praying, and his sobs were audible, the doctor was wiping his eyes; the corpse itself was weeping.”

The dead can weep, but Marius can’t. It’s understandable that he isn’t exactly sad, of course, but it’s notable that Marius sees his father as an ordinary person who failed him here (he’s sad to see a corpse in general), not as the “brigand” his grandfather paints him as. This isn’t to say that Marius has changed his political views (he doesn’t really mourn him afterward), but this scene of death and grief humanizes his father to an extent, allowing Marius to process his lack of grief and his moment of guilt for that. 

Still, understanding Marius’ feelings doesn’t remove the pain of seeing Georges Pontmercy die in despair and then have every trace of his life erased. His garden isn’t just overgrown with weeds; everything in it dies, a final reminder of his isolation.

#les mis letters #lm 3.3.4 #georges pontmercy #marius pontmercy #cosette #fantine

[thatsthewaythechrissycrumbles]

Die First

Max Mayfield x fem!Munson!reader

Warnings: cursing, st4vol2 spoilers (but also incorrect quoting so--), blood, vomiting, unbelievable amounts of angst (‘cause I like it for some reason), making out, happyish ending, reader has asthma

WC: 4.2k

Someone dies or someone gets hurt, but if one of us dies I hope I die first, ‘cause I don’t wanna live without you I don’t wanna ever learn how to fall asleep without you Tell me what’s worse: losing you now or later Maybe I can break the curse and I can be in love forever If I die first

Max was cursed. You knew that. But if anyone was gonna die, you’d want it to be you. Max had already been through so much and she didn’t need to be scared that she was gonna end up like Chrissy or Fred or Patrick. It wasn’t fair to her. If she rose in the air and her fragile bones broke--

“Hey, Y/n.” Max’s voice cut through the dim ringing in your ears and you snapped your eyes open to look at her. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. A-are you?”

“I’m okay as someone hurtling towards a gruesome death can be.” Max shrugged. “You look like you’re gonna be sick, Y/n.”

“I’m okay, really.” You patted the seat next to you and Max sat by you. You started to reach a hand out to hold hers, but Lucas took the seat next to her, forcing you to retract your hand.

Max’s face broke into a smile as she looked over at Lucas, who smiled back.

“Max, are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Max smiled bigger as she looked at Lucas, making you feel like you were intruding. You silently got up and moved seats to sit by Robin, watching their exchange. 

Robin looked between you and Max, then back again. She rested a gentle hand on your shoulder, “I know how it feels, Y/n.”

You startled, “I don’t know what you’re talking about?” You hadn’t meant it to come out as a question, but it was too late.

“The way you’re looking at Max, the forlorn expression on your face, how I know you wish you were Lucas right now… you like your best friend.”

“Wh-what? I do not!” You spluttered, red-faced.

Robin gave you a look. “I’ve made that face before. I’ve felt the same way.”

“Don’t diagnose my feelings, Robin. You don’t know what you’re talking about,” You pushed her hand off your shoulder. “I don’t like Max like that. I would know if I did.”

Robin looked down, hurt. “I’m not trying to tell you that you like her, Y/n.”

“Yeah? Well, stop. Stop whatever you’re doing. I’m not about to end up in Pennhurst because of your bullshit explanation.”

“Why would you end up in Pennhurst?” 

“Because you’re freaking crazy, Robin. You can’t just yell out in an RV that I like Max. Someone will think I’m psychotic and they’ll send me away.”

Robin scoffed. “It’s an easy secret to keep, Y/n.” She folded her arms across her chest. “And there’s always a chance that this won’t work, so you’d better tell her.”

“Wait, you- you think this won’t work? You think that we won’t be able to save Max and Hawkins?” 

“No, no, I didn’t say that.”

“Yes, you did! You think Max is gonna die, that we’re gonna lose, that Vecna’s gonna take over the world--” You began hyperventilating. Max looked up, hearing your loud breathing.

“Y/n!” Max moved quickly, grabbing your inhaler and placing it between your lips. “On three, okay? One, two, three.” She pressed the trigger on three and you inhaled the medicine. “Are you okay?”

You looked up at her, the sunlight haloing her head and glowing gorgeously across her face.

“Y/n?”

“Oh, yeah. Thanks, Max.” You avoided her eyes, choosing instead to look at Robin, who gave you a knowing look.

Max slid into the seat across from you. “Are you sure?”

“Yes. Thank you,” You continued avoiding her gaze, focusing on Lucas behind her. “You should get back to Lucas.”

Max frowned, “Uh, okay.” She slid out of the bench seat and went back to Lucas.

Robin opened her mouth to speak, but you cut her off. “Shut up.”

She grinned. “I wasn’t going to say anything. But you should tell her, Y/n.”

“No, I can’t. When we kill Vecna, she’ll avoid me. She’ll hate me, and if you couldn’t tell, Lucas is trying to get up the courage to ask her out again. Trust me, I know what I’m doing.”

“You’re suppressing your feelings--”

“Robin!” Steve called from the front. “Stop harassing a kid and get your shit together. Max, Lucas, Y/n, Erica, this is your stop.”

The four of you gathered the lanterns and pads of paper and moved toward the door. Steve caught your arm as you went out the door. “Good luck.”

You furrowed your eyebrows and shook your wrist out of his grip, turning to receive Eddie’s worried look.

“We’ll be fine.”

“Yeah, I know. Just be careful, okay?”

Your brother’s worry scared you, and you nodded. “Okay.”

You stomped down the steps of the Winnebago and Lucas shut the door behind you. Max pulled her headphones over her ears again and clicked play on the tape. You gave her a worried glance, which she ignored. Erica went up the steps of the Creel House as Steve pulled away from the curb. Twisting the knob, you pushed the door open and clicked your lantern on.

Oh my God, I’m so scared.

Max was looking around the attic when she was intercepted by Erica, who already had you and Lucas in tow. Erica held up the pad of paper. “I found him.” Max read off the sheet, then nodded and followed the three of you to the living room, where Erica’s lantern glowed bright and subdued shades of blue. 

Erica deposited the three of you in the living room and then crossed the street to call Steve, Robin, and Nancy.

The awkwardness and tension in the air were almost palpable. Lucas shot Max a smile, who then scribbled something down on her pad of paper.

“Hi,”

“Hi,” Lucas returned, shielding his paper from you.

“I’m glad you’re here.”

“Me, too.” Lucas wrote, adding a smiley face. And, after a moment’s hesitation: “Movies on Friday?”

Max grinned and began to write something, hiding her pad when Lucas leaned over to look. When she showed him, you saw that she had drawn two stick figures holding hands, and immediately felt sick to your stomach. The three lanterns on the table suddenly went dim. Shit. Max stood, retrieving her shoes and tying the laces. You and Lucas got your lanterns and followed Max up the stairs in socked feet.

Max stood in the center of the attic, lantern shining brightly on a crate in front of her. “Come and get me, asshole. I’m right here. No music this time.” Max set her cassette player on the crate beside the lantern to prove her point. Then she sat on the floor and began to speak. She spoke of Billy, of how she was glad she wasn’t dead but at the same time wished she was, how she was happy that Billy was dead. That’s when her eyes rolled back in her head and Lucas dove to her side. You ran to the window and were flashing your flashlight toward the playground when you heard a loud thudding behind you-- someone was coming up the stairs.

Jason’s blond hair became visible first, then his bloodshot and tired eyes, green letterman jacket, and finally, the shiny, silvery steel of a revolver. You felt bile rising in your throat and swallowed hard.

“Sinclair,” Jason said, diverting Lucas’ attention from Max. “What are you doing? Wake her up.”

“Jason, I can’t.” Lucas stood, shocked, and moved away from Max.

“Why not? Is this another devil, cult thing? I said to wake her up!” Jason raised the gun and trained it on Lucas, loading the chamber with a click of his thumb.

“No, Jason, don’t!” You stepped out of the shadows. “You don’t understand, this has to happen.”

“Another Munson. I should’ve known.” Jason sneered, then turned his gun on you. “Why does it have to happen, freak? So you can open a gate for Satan?”

“We’re not devil spawn, Jason,” You scoffed, then realized how poor a decision it was to antagonize a person with a gun, let alone someone who seemed willing to use it on you. “Just… we can’t wake her up, but we’re not killing her.”

Jason let out a brutal laugh, then got down beside Max, making sure to keep his gun pointed at you. “Hey, wake up.” Jason shook Max’s shoulder lightly, attempting to wake her up from the trance. “Wake up!” You could tell that if he couldn’t wake her up, Jason would do anything in his power to force you to bring her out of it, including threatening you at gunpoint or possibly shooting you. 

Jason stood and pointed his gun at Lucas again. “Wake her up, Sinclair.”

“We already told you, we can’t!” You shouted, trying to pull Jason’s focus away from Lucas. “Please, Jason, you have to trust us.”

“I can’t trust you if your cult killed Chrissy and Patrick. Especially if you’re planning to kill this girl.”

“We’re not,” Your voice broke and you could feel tears wanting to well up in your eyes, but you forced them away. “I would die for Max, I-I never want to lose her. Honestly, I hope I die first because I don’t wanna live without her.”

“Then wake. Her. Up.” Jason menacingly shook the gun at you and then Lucas let out a primal cry and tackled Jason. Their bodies collided with the crates, spilling the contents to the floor. The gun fell out of his hand and skittered across the floor, the shine lost in the darkness of the attic. Lucas punched Jason in the side and Jason returned a punch to Lucas’ face.

“Shit, shit, shit!” 

The walkie crackled with static and you heard the front door slam, feet pounding up the stairs. 

The doorknob rattled and Erica yelled, “Let me in!” 

You attempted to get around the boys, but Jason’s arm rocketed out and tripped you. You fell and broke your chin and, to your horror, the cassette player on the splintering wood.

“Son of a bitch!” Bile again rose in your throat, forcing its way out of your mouth. You held back a cry of anguish. Blood and vomit leaked down your chin and stained the collar of your shirt. With a loud crack of glass breaking, the room went quiet. You spun, expecting Jason, but Lucas was keeled over, hands on his knees, panting heavily. He looked from Jason to you, to the broken player on the ground, then to Max, whose legs were uncrossing themselves as she rose into the air.

“No!” Lucas yelled, standing under her and reaching for her feet. Too late, Max’s eyes went almost white. She convulsed and then her limbs went taught, the bones in her arms and legs pressing against her skin harshly before snapping loudly.

You let out a dry sob and Max fell into Lucas’ arms, who was sobbing freely. You knelt by them and brushed Max’s hair out of her face, tears springing to your eyes. “Shit, Max, no!”

“L-Lucas? Y/n? I-I can’t see, I’m scared… I’m not ready to die, I don’t want to die!” Max’s eyes were white, thick drops of blood dripping down her cheeks. 

“You won’t, Max, okay? You’re gonna be fine, I promise, I swear on God that you’re gonna be just fine,” You reassured, despite the sobs building up in the back of your throat. A sense of helplessness was beginning to overtake your body, starting in the pit of your stomach and rising to your head, echoing in your skull. 

“Stay with me, Max, stay with me!” Lucas cupped Max’s cheek as he sobbed, brushing his tears off her pale face. 

Max’s breathing began to slow to a painful pace and she heaved once, blood splattering her lips and chin, then stopped altogether. You and Lucas watched in agony as her eyes fell closed, hiding the white irises from you.

The ground split open, dark red light spilling from the fissure, and you helped Lucas pull Max away before following the fissure’s progress. It ripped through the attic floor towards Jason, who lay partially conscious near the bay window. He let out a pained moan as it tore through him, killing him almost instantly and disintegrating him, forcing you to turn away from Max and throw up on the floor. Your breathing increased in pace as you watched Lucas attempt to wake Max, as the dreadful realization settled on you- Max was dead. They hadn’t stopped Vecna. Robin had been right, and you still hadn’t told Max your true feelings for her. The door finally opened and Erica stopped cold at the sight of Max. 

“Erica, call 911!” You yelped, nearly choking on the lack of air. “Hurry!”

Erica turned and rushed down the stairs, footsteps thudding loudly against the horrible backdrop of silence, save for your ragged breathing.

“Erica, help!” Lucas called in an earth-shattering voice, which caused you to sob against your better judgment, which knew you were having an asthma attack- but you’d left your inhaler on the RV, which was parked at your trailer. You gasped and clutched your throat, trying to avoid looking at Max or Lucas.

“Sh-shit,” You coughed, and then you could hear the sirens. Erica had called emergency services and they were close. Max let out a small gasp for air and you swiveled to her, still gasping. Lucas startled at the outburst and gently grabbed her wrist, checking for a pulse. You locked eyes with him and he gave a slight nod. However faint Max’s heartbeat was, it was there. Max was alive. It was impossible, unthinkable, you knew you had to be dreaming, but you thanked God nonetheless for the development and smiled softly, still hacking out breaths. 

The EMTs rushed up the stairs, closely followed by Erica, and immediately transferred Max to a stretcher. They carried Max to the ambulance and attended to you and Lucas quickly. They put antiseptic on Lucas’ face and gave you a quick dose of albuterol before flipping the sirens and lights on then driving off, leaving you, Lucas, and Erica on the sidewalk in front of the Creel House.

Lucas held his sister close, the pair of them shell-shocked. You went back upstairs, ignoring the red rip in the floors and ceilings. Retrieving the walkie, you called Steve.

“Steve?” You choked out, noticing the dark stain of blood on the ground. “Robin, Nancy? We kind of have an emergency here.”

The walkie screeched once and then Steve’s voice came through. “I know. We’re going back through the gate now. Be there soon.” Then, nothing. Radio silence from the older teens. You went back downstairs after collecting the pieces of Max’s player. 

You sat on the curb next to Lucas and Erica, “They’re on the way. I don’t know anything else.” You whispered. “I have a feeling that something really bad happened.” You coughed, hiding a sob. “And, Lucas, Max is gonna be fine, okay? She’s alive, and that’s better than--” You stopped short as car lights turned on across the street and someone wearing a Hawkins High letterman jacket got out of the car.

Hands deep in his pockets, Andy crossed the street and stood in front of you three.

“Where’s Jason?” His voice was deep as if he was keeping himself from crying.

You looked up at him, suddenly sympathetic, understanding of Jason’s motives. “He didn’t make it. I-I’m sorry.”

Andy’s eyes shot from his shoes to your eyes. “You’re lying. What did you do to him?!”

“I didn’t do anything,” You replied, somewhat calmly. “I’m sorry, Andy. Go home.”

For a moment, he looked like he wanted to punch you. Then he turned around, went back to Jason’s car, and got in the passenger side. You looked away as he started to cry, partially out of embarrassment and partially out of sympathy. Headlights glowed down the road and you turned to see the Winnebago turning the corner. You forced yourself to your feet, then pulled Lucas and Erica to their feet.

Steve parked the RV on the side of the road and killed the engine, to your surprise. The door swung open and you waited until everyone was out of the RV, but you only counted four pairs of feet, not five like you expected. Swinging your head up, you noticed who was missing. Where the hell was Eddie?

Steve’s eyes connected with yours, brimming with tears and sympathy. “Y/n…” He held out his arms and you rushed towards him.

“Where’s Eddie?” You held back tears, just as everyone else did. “Steve. Where’s my brother?”

“Where’s Max?” You heard Nancy ask Lucas.

“Sh-she’s at the hospital,” 

“You might need this.” Steve opened his hand to you and you took your inhaler from his hand. “Y/n, I’m so sorry.”

“No, Steve,” A sob pushed its way out of your throat. “Don’t lie to me, it’s not a joke. Where’s Eddie?”

Steve shook his head and a tear traced its way down his cheek.

“No--no, you’re lying! You’re lying!” Air whistled through your lungs and you pulled the trigger on the inhaler, the medicine uselessly escaping into the air.

Steve lunged for the inhaler and snatched the inhaler out of your grip, despite your protest, and forced it between your lips. He pressed the trigger, forcing you to breathe properly, and hugged you tightly.

You pushed uselessly at his chest, “No, get off. You lied to me, I hate you, I hate you.” Tears streamed in an unbroken river down your cheeks, staining your’s and Steve’s shirts. 

You could feel Steve’s tears wetting your hair. “I’m sorry, Y/n, I’m so sorry.” He comfortingly rubbed your back and you clutched at his jacket, clenching it tightly in your fist. When you finally pulled away, your fingers were stiff and you were sure that your face was tear-stained and red.

“Did you at least bring him back?” You watched for any sign that they had, an imperceptible nod of some sort, but Steve shook his head, forlorn. “You left him in the Upside Down?!” You shoved Steve backward. “You left him in that nightmare? What the hell’s wrong with you?!” You punched Steve’s chest multiple times until he grabbed your wrists and pulled you close again. “You bastard! You’re useless, I can’t trust you to do anything! Eddie trusted you to kill Vecna and you couldn’t even do that, he died and you failed!” The venom in your words stung, you knew, but you couldn’t stop, despite the guilt. “You failed and Max died, you goddamn bastard!” Your voice rose, words contorting into knife-sharp shapes as you continued to yell obscenities at the poor boy. “Asshole!”

A rough hand covered your mouth, forcing you to stop yelling. “Jesus Christ, Y/n. I know, you’re mad. I’d be upset, too. But that doesn’t give you license to swear at me on the sidewalk. Eddie was my friend. I’m just as mad as you are.”

“I-I’m not mad! I’m hurt and it’s not fair that you left Eddie there, in the Upside Down, all by himself.”

“What was I supposed to do? Leave Dustin there with his body?!”

“No! But you can’t leave by himself, he hates being alone, Steve. It’s not fair.” You took a deep breath and stopped crying. In a softer voice, you said, “You could have brought him back, at least.”

Six months later

Max’s breathing was steady, and her heart rate was stable. As far as you knew, she was going to wake up within the next year or so. Some coma patients could hear when they were unconscious, but the doctors didn’t know if Max could, so they assumed she couldn’t. That’s what they had told you, that she couldn’t hear. The whole town thought that Eddie had hurt her, had nearly killed her, but they knew that Eddie was dead. They assumed because of the “earthquake.” Lucas had stopped visiting Max after the first month and you had taken his place. You didn’t read to her or tell her about your day, you just sat by her side and wished you could hold her hand. The cast was no longer around her arm, but if anyone saw you…

Oh, screw it. You picked up Max’s hand. Her skin was warm and the weight of her hand in yours felt nice, but you didn’t know what Max would say if she were awake and you took her hand in yours. Then, the slightest bit of pressure on your hand. It wasn’t just the warmth and weight of Max’s hand, you realized. Max exhaled sharply and your eyes travelled up to hers. Her blue eyes glistened, and God, was she pretty, even under the harsh hospital lights. 

“Y/n?” Max’s voice cracked, almost like a walkie-talkie. It was the first time she’d said anything in six months, so the words must’ve hurt to say, must’ve scratched her throat on the way out.

“Yeah, Max, it’s me,” You made to take your hand from hers’ covertly, but Max threaded your fingers together and squeezed your hand. “How you feeling?” You turned your head away from hers’ in an attempt to hide your blush.

“I’ve been… better,” Max smiled. “Y/n, l-look at me.”

You obeyed, turning your head to face her again. Her red hair seemed firey, her eyes alight. “I swear to God, you’re a goddess.”

Max’s mouth dropped open. “What?”

“Shit.” You dropped your eyes to the bed, “I’m sorry.”

“If you meant it, I’ll take it as a compliment.”

You blushed. “No, I mean, yeah, I did mean it, but I meant I’m sorry that we didn’t… save you. We tried, really, but I crushed your tape player. I’m so sorry, Max, I know it was probably awful.”

Max scooted over and patted the bed beside her. “It’s okay.”

You shifted into the bed beside her, trying not to sit on the IV or the medicine drip that was tucked into her arm. “Doesn’t make me any less sorry.”

Max squeezed your hand again. “What does this mean?” She raised your interlocked hands.

“I think you think it means something different than me,” You mumbled, looking down.

“I know what you think it means,” Max tucked a hand under your chin and turned your head to her again. “And I like you, too.”

You reddened. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about--” And then her lips were on yours. Shocked, you pulled away. “But what about Lucas? You and him--”

Max put a finger against your lips. “Being in a coma gave me lots of time to reflect, Y/n.” Max grinned, “And I know now that I had wanted to go on that date with you.”

“With me?” This was unbelievable. The Max Mayfield wanted to go out with Y/n “The Freak” Munson?

“Only if you want to,” Max suddenly seemed smaller, more fragile, and she looked away. “Sorry.” Her voice was barely above a whisper.

“No, no, Max, I do want to go out with you, I was just surprised. I didn’t think you liked me like that.”

“I didn’t know until I heard Robin talking in the RV. The day that I… died.” You winced, but she continued, “And I was so confused. I thought I was just feeling normal best friend feelings for you, but then I remembered I never felt that way with El… Y/n, I love you.” 

Your body propelled you forward, into her lips. She sat for a second, then she kissed you back. 

Melting into the kiss, you pushed everything you felt for her into your lips as her tongue swiped along your bottom lip. Parting your lips, you felt her tongue on yours and-- the heart monitor went off, indicating that Max’s heart rate was above 90 bpm. You pulled away, grinning, and reached for her wrist.

“Feeling okay there, Max?” You could feel her pulse pounding, you knew it was going as fast as yours.

“Yeah, I-I’m okay,”

“And, for the record, I love you, too,” You were leaning in to kiss her again when the door flew open. In the doorway stood a dark figure. The person had dark, bloodshot eyes and a pained expression on their face. They stepped into Max’s room and grinned, showing bloodstained teeth. You took them in for a moment, then you flew to their side.

“Oh my God, Eddie!” Hugging him tightly, you could smell blood on his clothes, and in his hair, and the air suddenly wasn’t enough for your lungs. “Je-Jesus Christ, you’re alive!” You coughed, and then Eddie was leading you over to the chair you’d been sitting in and rooting through your bag for your inhaler. He triggered it for you because you refused to let go of him.

“Yeah, kind of,” Eddie rubbed your back comfortingly. “Hey, Red.”

“Hi,” Max’s voice was soft, her face red. “You didn’t--”

“See you guys kissing? No, no way.”

Your face heated up, “I hate you.”

“You were just saying how happy you were that I was alive.” Eddie kissed the top of your head.

“And I am, but I can still hate you. Don’t tell anyone, okay?”

“I won’t. I can’t stick around long, anyway.”

“What? Why not?”

“He knows I’m gone and he’ll assume that I went to warn you about his plan.”

“What? Who--”

“He, as in Vecna?” Max’s face was dark, her stony expression practically unreadable.

“Yeah.”

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[danganronpafan777]

SDRA Boys reaction to finding out Kanade killed there Fem S/O because she is best friend with Hibiki which resulted in Kanade cutting up S/O gruesomely like she did to Setsuka in the canon Game

Damn, fellow angst fan! 

You didn't specify if Hibiki committed the murder too, so I included how they would interact with her after the trial knowing what her sister did-

Yuki Maeda: 

When he sees your body at first, he's in complete shock

He wants to look away, but his eyes won't budge

It isn't until Shinji and Sora say his name a few times when the dam breaks

He's horrified, sad, angry, and full of grief all at once

He throws up during the investigation, and can't go near the body

There's no point, since it's already burned into his mind

He's quiet and crying during the trial, barely even blinking and ignoring anyone who tried to help

Sora tells him if he wants to get justice for you, then he must work with everyone

"...huh...What the hell do you know? About me? About Y/n? She's dead. I don't care anymore."

Yuki goes blank. Even void is a little worried, isn't it a bit soon for Utsuro to come out?

Anytime he sees Hibiki, he feels his stomach drop, the image of your body appearing fresh in his mind

He doesn't want to hate her, as she's just as much of a victim as you were, but her resemblance to Kanade makes him mistake her sometimes

Teruya Otori:

He slams his fist down on the podium in grief and anger, his eyes beginning to swirl in despair.

Why was this happening to him again? It was really all because you befriended the wrong person? Why did you have to die? Why couldn't it have been him!? 

He thinks back to all the moments he had with you. Sun gazing, cuddling, your first kiss... he'd never see you again, he promised he would protect you and he failed again. Why was he such a failure?

He didn't want to give into despair, he really didn't, but sitting idly while everyone you loved died a horrible death made him wonder if hope really did exist 

He stays in your dorm for a while, but definitely keeps a closer eye on everyone

If Hibiki didn't die, he couldn't bring himself to resent her, just her criminal scum of a sister

He has to keep the others safe and put an end to the killing game. He's well aware that he's not smart, if he was, he would have been able to save you

But he's strong. He's pushed himself past his limits before and he's not afraid to do it now. 

He’ll protect everyone because it's what you would have wanted

That's the only thought keeping him sane

Shinji Kasai: 

Also in shock when he sees your body

You were....there...(and there, and there-)

He’s seen a lot of gruesome sights of people who had terrible burns (Including himself, which you always reassured him over) but this was…

He starts to cry right there, as Yuki and Sora rush to comfort him

He can’t bring himself to investigate your corpse or your room, instead talking to everyone about their alibis

This whole time, he was saying that the people in void were friends and probably had some kind of reason for doing this, but…

He’s not sure anymore.

What kind of monster would put you through something so horrid?

When he finds out that it’s Kanade, he nearly breaks his podium

He’d never hit a girl, even if she is a literal demon spawn, but he’ll still yell at her for what she did to you

He can’t forgive her, turning his back on her and not even bothering to watch the execution

He stayed in his room for a few days, barely opening the door to anyone except Yuki

He is actually nicer to Hibiki, and even helps train and comfort her with all she’s been through

but there’s there a part of him that can’t help but think about what would’ve happen if he done this sooner, if he would have met your fate

The thought makes his stomach churn

Hajime Makunouchi:

Falls to his knees upon seeing the body 

He nearly vomits at the way the face on your decapitated head was twisted in terror and your limbs were contorted as if you were nothing more than a doll

Hajime doesn’t feel angry, he just feels… sad.

Abandoned…once again.

He finds himself sobbing, unable to stop

He just felt so alone, but he told himself not to blame you, you hadn’t left him, not on purpose

He can’t investigate… he just can’t…

Ironic, that the strongest person in the class never felt so weak

Another part of him feels guilty, of all those times he talked you into training, into eating healthier foods… what was the point of all that when you were going to die so young?

He can’t say anything to Kanade, he can just glare at her through his sunglasses, his void eyes coming to life

He watches her execution, but he can’t bring himself to smile or feel happy

It just makes him feel….empty

He actively avoids Hibiki, but he’ll try not to treat her any differently

He confronts Nikei about turning against Mikado

Syobai Hashimoto:

Syobai wasn't attached to a lot and he rarely let anyone get close to him 

But he made an exception for you

That's what you were, the exception

He was never loved by anyone in his life

Except you

He never cared about anything other than money and his own survival

Except you

He never fell in love with someone before

Except you

He never felt such sadness and grief when seeing a corpse

Except you.

The moment he saw your corpse, he felt a sharp pain in his chest, a pain unlike any he had felt before

Followed by a tsunami of emotions that were running wild

He forced them all down, much harder to do than ever and investigated your body

He found the culprit easily, charging Kanade with his knife almost immediately

She was quick but not quick enough, he left her within an inch of her life while Hibiki screamed and cried

He used his own medical knowledge to keep her alive for the trial, no matter how hard he wanted to end her right there 

He smiled when she was voted, everyone understanding Syobai's actions

He doesn’t care about Kanade's backstory, he hates her for killing you, that's it

He won't hurt Hibiki, knowing Kanade would probably like that, but he glares at her anytime she's in the room with him 

Yuri Kagarin:

He claimed it was a male the whole trial, only a male would be capable of doing this to you

When he found out it was sweet Kanade, his views shattered

"W-Why...?"  That’s all he can ask, and when she explains, he wishes he kept quiet

You were gruesomely murdered because of your kindness, and how you befriended and comforted a scared and paranoid girl

Kanade was a demon through and through who took pleasure causing pain in others

Only then did he realize what you were always trying to say, about all males not always being bad, funny how the message only got through when he learned the opposite

If Hibiki isn't executed alongside her, he wouldn't ever directly blame her for the person her sister was

But he'll never be able to look at her without thinking of the monster who killed you

Mikado Sannoji: 

This wasn't supposed to happen.

That's the first thought that crosses his mind, out of everyone here, you were supposed to make it to the end

He'd think it was Nikei, being the only void who would dare to do this, but even Nikei is not that psychotic

This was someone that made him look like a saint

He contributes everything during the trial, ignoring when people tell him to be quiet

They don't get to tell him that, not after his S/o was dead

When he learns of Kanade, he feels angry, at both her and himself

He could have figured Kanade's past out if he had just dug a little deeper...

He lightly avoids Hibiki, but doesn't make much of an effort to push her away, 

Not like anyone else besides you would ever willingly talk to him

Nikei Yomiuri:

God damn it... 

Why?!

Rage. He can only feel raw unhindered rage when he sees your mutilated corpse

The whole trial, he thought Mikado was the only bastard messed up enough to do this, there's no way anyone in void would do this to him

To kill the one thing he had left

His leadership, his power, his luck (the whole reason he was pressured into creating this messed up game) 

And now he lost you, the one thing he achieved without the use of his remaining luck

And now you were gone in one of the most messed up ways possible

He demands Kanade's reasons for doing this to you, and only feels more disgusted when he finds out

He hopes she burns in hell

He can't look at Hibiki without his void eyes flaring and his face being consumed by undeniable rage

He lashes out at her a few times, but he doesn't care

He uses the rest of the space in his notepad to write about you

He's not sure if your dead in the real world, but if you were, then he wanted some way for the world to know the kind of person you are

Because he knows for a fact that he's not making it out of here alive

He just hopes he can bring Mikado down with him

#nikei yomiuri #shinji kasai #mikado sannoji #yuki maeda #yuri kagarin #hajime makunouchi #teruya otori #syobai hashimoto #sdra2 x reader #sdra2

[justforbooks]

Eleanor Coppola

Chronicler of the making of her husband’s Apocalypse Now whose footage and recordings were the basis for a documentary and book

In March 1976, Eleanor Coppola arrived in the Philippines, her three young children in tow, to film behind-the-scenes footage on the set of her husband Francis Ford Coppola’s new movie Apocalypse Now, which transposed the plot of Joseph Conrad’s 1899 novella Heart of Darkness to late-1960s Vietnam.

No one could have known then that production on this war epic would stretch on for more than a year, delayed by catastrophic weather, medical emergencies, military conflict, an incomplete script and plain old creative differences, making it one of the most infamously turbulent shoots in cinema history. As it rumbled on, newspaper headlines plaintively asked: “Apocalypse When?”

Principal photography added up to a staggering 238 days in total. Eleanor, who has died aged 87, was there for every one of them. As well as documenting the chaos as it unfolded, she secretly recorded conversations with Francis for the purposes of her diary.

He can be heard confiding gravely: “The film will not be good … This film is a $20m disaster. Why won’t anyone believe me? I’m thinking of shooting myself … This is one crisis I can’t pull myself out of.” He nicknamed the project “The Idiodyssey”.

The material Eleanor gathered – amounting to 60 hours of film and 40 hours of audio – was put into storage after squabbles over the point of view that her film (originally shot for promotional purposes) should take. Fax Bahr and George Hickenlooper’s documentary Hearts of Darkness: A Filmmaker’s Apocalypse (1991) later drew heavily on her extraordinary footage and tape recordings. Highlights included Francis frantically typing new scenes moments before shooting; arguing with Dennis Hopper, who had not learned his lines; and conferring at length with Marlon Brando, who arrived on set hugely overweight, not having read Heart of Darkness and seemingly intent on dragging his heels in the hope of reaping multimillion-dollar overtime bonuses.

Hearts of Darkness showed belatedly that Eleanor was not merely an observer on set, but also a facilitator. It was she, for instance, who convinced Francis to watch the sacrificial culling of a carabao, a water buffalo, by the Ifugao tribespeople, a gruesome spectacle that he eventually incorporated into his film’s climax.

The documentary was also narrated by Eleanor, incorporating parts of her book Notes on the Making of Apocalypse Now (1979; updated in 1995). She is heard reflecting that “it’s scary to watch someone you love go into the centre of himself and confront his fears – fear of failure, fear of death, fear of going insane. You have to fail a little, die a little, go insane a little, to come out the other side.”

She was invested in Apocalypse Now in more ways than one: Francis had put up their home as collateral. A fortnight into production, he sacked his lead actor, Harvey Keitel, replacing him with Martin Sheen, who later suffered a near-fatal heart attack.

Actors would turn up to set with no idea what they were shooting; the phrase “scenes unknown” was a regular fixture on the daily call-sheets. Helicopters loaned to the production by Ferdinand Marcos, the country’s strongman president, were abruptly recalled for his war on communism. During a typhoon that destroyed sets and halted filming, Francis cooked pasta and played Puccini’s La Bohème at high volume.

He took what Eleanor later called “an Italian approach” to life: “Very theatrical, throwing stuff up in the air and screaming.” Through it all, she was undaunted, even sanguine, no matter how high the stakes. “What’s the worst that can happen?” she asks in Hearts of Darkness, looking back on the mounting threats to the family’s home and finances. “They take away your big house, they take away your car, so what? … I really wasn’t frightened by it.”

Born in Los Angeles, California, she was raised in Huntington Beach by her mother, Delphine (nee Lougheed); her father, Clifford Neil, a political cartoonist for the Los Angeles Examiner, died when Eleanor was 10. She was educated at Huntington Beach high school, and graduated from UCLA in 1959 with a degree in applied design, going on to do freelance work at architectural installations.

Eleanor and Francis met in Ireland in 1962 on the set of the Roger Corman-produced horror film Dementia 13, which Francis directed; Eleanor was the assistant art director. They married a year later and had three children: Gian-Carlo, who died in a speedboat accident in 1986 at the age of 22; and Roman and Sofia, who both became film-makers.

In 1971, Francis rushed from the set of The Godfather to film Eleanor giving birth to Sofia. Eleanor later used the footage as part of an art installation. She also created an artwork in response to Gian-Carlo’s death, Circle of Memory, a chamber of straw bales that she installed in several sites over the years.

Even after the children were born, it was rare for the family not to leave its Napa Valley estate (which the Coppolas had bought after the success in 1972 of The Godfather) to accompany Francis wherever he happened to be working. After the Philippines, Eleanor and the children moved to Los Angeles to be with him during production on his musical One from the Heart (1982). They then decamped to Tulsa, Oklahoma, while he directed his back-to-back teen movies The Outsiders and Rumble Fish (both 1983). On the set of The Godfather Part III (1990), Eleanor recalled how Francis claimed to “[hate] the process of making movies … he talked about his family and complained about me. I sat there while he ran it all out, not agreeing, and not yielding to the temptation to give my point of view. I just tried to be present and listen.”

Nevertheless, Eleanor confessed in her 2008 memoir Notes on a Life that she sometimes regretted not having pursued fully her own artistic ambitions. In 2023, she told the New Yorker that Francis “made it very clear that my role was to be the wife and mother”.

The Coppolas’ wine and hotel businesses occupied some of her time in later life. She also returned to textiles, one of her great passions, as well as designing costumes for the dance company ODC San Francisco.

She directed two narrative films – Paris Can Wait (2016), starring Diane Lane and Alec Baldwin, and Love is Love is Love (2020), with Rosanna Arquette and Cybill Shepherd – and filmed documentary footage on the set of some of Sofia’s movies, including the irreverent costume drama Marie Antoinette (2006). Sofia dedicated her most recent film, Priscilla (2023), to her mother.

Eleanor is survived by Francis, Roman and Sofia, six grandchildren, Gia, Romy, Cosima, Alessandro, Marcello and Pascal, and a brother, William.

🔔 Eleanor Jessie Coppola, writer and film-maker, born 4 May 1936; died 12 April 2024

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#just for books #Eleanor Coppola #in memoriam

[glow-worms-are-believers]

The Curse of a Cure (dp blurb)

(tw lab animal testing, tw animal death) A lab rat dies gruesomely, so be warned. This whole thing is pretty grim, really.

At first, Madeline had been horrified. There was Danny standing in front of her and Jack, looking like he was expecting a blow and Madeline had thought "I did this". She had shot at her son and had hoped to dissect him and write a successful paper on it. For a second, Madeline thought she might throw up.

Jack had surged forward for a hug and while her husband didn't notice, Madeline saw the flinch Danny tried to repress at the sudden movement. Her heart had felt like it was slashed by one of their sharp scalpel. She had joined in and had squeezed her baby as hard as she could as they all started crying. Jazz had joined in and soon they were on the floor blubbering as she and Jack tearfully apologized and made sure to smother both children with hugs.

It was only afterwards, when her emotions had calmed down that she started thinking about the implication of her son being Phantom. And that was when the doubt first started.

Because Madeline may have been a mother first, but she was a scientist second. And she had dedicated her life to the study of ectoplasm and what was termed in the common vernacular as 'ghost'. There was a reason she and Jack had gone with theory of ghost being imprints of consciousness instead of simply a continued state of existence. Ghost formed upon the death of a being if that being was surrounded by enough ectoplasm. However, they had observed that nothing that was lost from the corpse during the formation of the ghost. In other words, the ghost did not use any of the existing tissues to transform it and feed the ectoplasm, it simply copied what was existing. The ghost was a mere imperfect copy of the previous being, and one that did not evolve over time as living organisms did. They were incomplete, violent copies of living consciousness that could not learn and change which explained why so many ghosts displayed obsessive behaviours as they could not grow past them. Jack and Madeline had thus determined that ghosts were not real beings, but rather twisted echoes of people.

Danny did not behave like a twisted echo of himself though, and Madeline had told herself this was proof that there was something the science had not found, something that explained why ghosts were more than they had hypothesized. She did not mention this to her husband as it felt like a betrayal of the total acceptance they had promised to provide for Danny.

It wasn't until a few weeks later that the doubts came back. Danny had explained to her that he was considered a 'halfa' which was a term for half-ghost and half-human. And once again, Madeline went back to their research. Upon realizing human tissue and ectoplasm did not interact naturally, she and her husband had decided to force them to interact. They had injected a rat with an absurdly diluted amount of ectoplasm, a dose so small that even botulinum wouldn't harm the animal in this quantity. At first, there had been no reaction and for a few days the rodent had been fine. After a few days though, the rat had started behaving strangely, it had stopped eating and its breathing had become slow and erratic. It had started having muscle spasm, and within a few hours it had been unable to move. The spasms had soon turned into full on seizures with its muscle locking into place. It had finally died in what seemed like terrible pain after a few hours of torture. A ghost had formed shortly afterwards which they had captured for future reference. Madeline had taken a scalpel to the body and had found that all the blood in the rat had turned to ectoplasm and that its internal organs had started melting as well. After some further testing they had discovered that if ectoplasm entered the bloodstream, no matter in what quantity, it would eventually contain the whole body and would turn it into ectoplasm which would then start corroding the body from the inside. The results were so gruesome, she and Jack had abandoned this experiment and had resolved to insure never to let ectoplasm enter in contact with their blood.

So when Danny had said he was half of a ghost, which meant half composed of ectoplasm, Madeline had known that was impossible. She had still held onto the hope that she may have been wrong and that their results were incomplete, but the evidence kept piling up: Danny's declining health since the accident, how he had stopped eating as much, how he was not breathing as much as he should, how his heart rate was well-below the normal rate. And Madeline had known she could not keep it to herself any longer. She'd shown Jack her findings and he had fell into a grim silence, the realization settled heavily on them. Their son was going to die, probably in terrible pain unless they did something.

This was still Danny, Madeline was convinced, but the ectoplasm in his body was poisoning him and he did not even realize it. It was not a symbiotic relationship as he had explained, but a parasite clinging to her baby boy and siphoning his life away. Every time she looked at Danny now, the image of that rat's last moments, twisting and squealing brokenly kept replaying in her mind.

So, she and Jack told the children they were working on a new ghost shield and they locked themselves in the lab searching for an answer, something to save their baby boy. Time was ticking and both parents were aware that they did not have any of it to waste.

It took too long, weeks, but eventually they found it.

Ectoranium. It was a very rare element that was not found anywhere except meteorite debris. They had been able to get their hands on some of it by pure chance, and after tireless work, they had managed to distill some into a solution that could be injected into the bloodstream and hopefully negate the effect of ectoplasm. They did not have enough for a proper round of testing but they did inject one of their lab rat with it and it showed no adverse effect, even after a week. They'd made sure it was safe for humans as well by injecting a small amount in their own body, which had showed no effects once again.

Madeline had discreetly broached the subject of purging ectoplasm from Danny's body by introducing it as a thought experiment. Both Jazz and Danny had reacted explosively with their son insisting the ectoplasm was what was keeping him alive. She tried to talk about the rat and the experiment they had done. She had compared its symptoms with Danny's but had been brushed away with a roll of the eyes and a "Frostbite would've told me it there was any danger of that." That was when she realized her children would not be convinced no matter what evidence they showed them.

So, one night, while Jazz was on a sleepover with a friend, they waited until Danny was asleep before getting him down to the lab. They secured restraints around his wrists and despite the padding they had added to make sure their baby wouldn't hurt himself, Madeline felt her throat close up and her resolve waver at the sight of it. But she remembered the rat, and she shoved the guilt away to deal with later. She would apologize a thousand times once her baby was safe. They had hoped Danny would stay asleep for the duration of the process, but unfortunately, he woke up as she was finishing up the syringe preparation.

He blinked blearily before realizing he was restrained. Then he pulled on the restrains as he looked around.

"Mom, dad? What are you doing?" he asked blearily.

"Sh, Danny-o," Jack said. "Don't worry, you'll feel much better soon."

"What?" Danny said, before he caught sight of the syringe. "No, wait let me go!"

"This is for your own good, baby," Madeline said as her gut twisted when she saw the fear in Danny's eyes.

He started struggling in earnest and tried to go intangible but the restraint held fast. He yelled at them to stop, but Madeline forced herself to tune him out. When he saw that she was still walking towards him with the syringe, he started screaming in terror and she could see Jack turn away with tears in his eyes and she could hardly stop her own, as she approached her baby. "Sh, baby, please, this will help you, I promise," she repeated in a choked voice.

Danny had started crying and Madeline joined in as well, as she pet his hair in comfort, shushing him brokenly, while with the other hand she inserted the needle in his arm.

"I love you," she repeated as she pressed down on the plunger, injecting the solution in his veins as he let out one last anguished cry that Madeline forced herself to ignore.

This would save him. She knew it would.

#tw animal death #tw lab testing #tw animal injury #pretty detailed description of animal death due to laboratory testing #angst #danny phantom #does this count as a dissection fic? #Coz I'm pretty sure it's a must for every dp writer and I don't have one yet #madeline fenton #jack fenton #they love their children very much #but that's not enough #or at least it doesn't matter when they're so very misguided #hurt no comfort vibe #roxpox #roxpoxwrote

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Eda Clawthorne x Fem!Reader x Lilith Clawthorne: Thanks to Saint Valentine

Summary: Anon 1 sent... For your Valentine mini-fics: Lilith Clawthorne, Eda Clawthorne, “Once you start thinking you have nothing left to learn, you have everything to learn.” I didn't have anything in mind here I just really liked how you wrote those two. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ and Ara anon sent... For the valentines, maybe a human!reader introducing Eda to the concept of (human) valentines -Ara

AO3

A/N: It's been a hot second since I wrote for these two. hoooo it was a bit difficult, but I hope you enjoy!

Tag List: @escapetodreamworld @multifandomfix @ghostsunderstoodmysoul @white--lillies

Warning(s): Death mention

You’re careful to hold your hand in place over both of their eyes. It’s difficult, given the height difference and your stance, but you just barely make it work. They can’t peek. 

Luz and King bounce behind you. The former has barely held her excitement in since she caught you wedged in Eda’s storage room making things by candlelight. She’d given you a surprisingly stern talk about how you were damaging your eyesight, before getting overwhelmed with eagerness and demanding you tell her everything. 

And you had. 

Now, you’re here, guiding Lilith and Eda blindly through the Owl House and into the kitchen. Hooty is firmly locked outside. You didn’t plan all of this for it to be ruined at the last second. Once the surprise was over, though, you’d let him join. 

“Are we almost there?” Eda whines. 

“Honestly, Edalyn, stop your whining,” Lilith chastises, before asking, “Are we there yet?” 

You hold back a laugh, “Almost.”

They both groan, almost identical in their exasperation. You wouldn’t dare say that to them. 

Rounding the corner into the kitchen, you let pride warm you from the inside at the spread you’ve laid out on the table; flowers, hand-made cards, boxes of human chocolates—those had not been easy to get. You spared no expense when it came to this. You’ve never had anyone to celebrate with before. 

“Alright,” You say, bringing them to a stop, “Three… two… one.” 

You let your hands drop away. 

Eda gasps. Lilith stares. 

“Fresh junk!” Eda grins. 

Luz blinks. You do too, tilting your head with a frown. Lilith is still notably silent beside her sister, eyes taking in everything spread over the table. 

“That’s not what this is. They’re Valentine's gifts.” You say. 

Eda and Lilith look totally and completely lost. 

“What’s that?” 

Before you can answer, King cuts in helpfully, “Basically, some guy died a really long time ago, and now human’s celebrate with love!” 

Horror spreads across Lilith’s face, while Eda barks out a laugh. It quickly evolves into a full-body experience with her bending at the waist and attempting to catch her breath. You feel yourself crack a smile. 

“Leave it to you humans to make something gruesome about love! And here I thought I couldn’t learn anything else about you.” 

“Once you start thinking you have nothing left to learn, you have everything to learn, Edalyn.” 

You roll your eyes, “Yes, yes, humans are weird; I know. But do you… like it?” 

“I love it.” Lilith is the first to say, giving you a small, touched smile, “You even got my favorite flowers.” 

You preen from the praise. 

Eda nods, “You did good. Not sure what the boxes are about, though.” 

“Oh, they’re filled with human chocolate.” 

Both Eda and Lilith’s eyes go comically wide, lighting up with delight. They fight one another to get toward the table and pick over the boxes of chocolates you grabbed. The scene makes you laugh. 

Your heart warms when they stop fighting to each place a kiss on your cheek. You’ll call your first real Valentine’s day a win. 

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