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hello, its me again, the self insert bastard
i have SO MANY thoughts about Jotaro and Kakyoin being childhood friends, it's only for a short time because Kakyoin's dad's job causes him to move around a lot; but they reunite in middle school only for Kakyoin to move away a month later AND THEN, Jotaro gets in an accident where he hits his head and forgets, along with him starting to show an aggressive nature [ due to said injury ] + combined with the harassment he faced because of Japan's xenophobia and then people suddenly wanting to be all over him one the Joestar Genes (tm) kick in
Which leads to DIO trying to take advantage of this bond between the two by sending Kakyoin after Jotaro in some sick mind game and Kakyoin expecting Jotaro to falter in their battle only for Jotaro to not have a single goddamn memory about Kakyoin and beating him stupid.
Which ALSO adds a layer to the scene where Jotaro pulls the fleshbud from Kakyoin's head and Kakyoin being near in tears as he cant understand why Jotaro saved him after very clearly not recognizing him and Jotaro is just, idk bro [ deep down his soul is like I GOTTA ]
theres like so many MORE layer to this when the self insert universe lore comes into play but i dont want to barf it up all at once because i want this to slap people in the face when its revealed in full [ when i can finally write this, i gotta finish the current project im on before diving into more ]
my brain is full of thoughts
*crashes through the wall* HEY I HOPE YOU DON'T MIND BUT FOR SOME REASON THIS SMACKED ME UP THE HEAD WITH BRAINROT SO PREPARE YOURSELF FOR EVEN MORE ADDED IN WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT-
so what if I just. what if I
*bonks Jotaro with more amnesia*
what if in the accident you mentioned Jotaro couldn't remember anything. Like, brain blank, had to relearn a lot of basic skills and is having to essentially start living life again from scratch
Holly is of course a god send through it all. She never expects anything from him even though he's supposed to know who she is, and despite the undoubted amount of pain she's experiencing seeing him like this she lets him get closer and comfortable at his own pace, never making him to do anything he isn't comfortable with. She does what she can to help him remember things, but also does what she can to help him keep the new memories he makes (another symptom of amnesia is having difficulty making new memories too which will honestly just adding more frustration). Maybe she gives him a small notebook and maybe even a video camera to help him out
she doesn't try to mould him into how he used to be and just..... lets him be who he wants to be
and honestly...... when he does start school it's no wonder he retaliates. He probably pestered Holly for months to let him go back to school, but when he does...... the world is crueler than he thought. It's not at all like his home with Holly's warm hugs and phone calls with Joseph's bad jokes and crazy stories and Suzie's gentle encouragement and advice. Instead, it's cruel with harsh gazes waiting for him to mess up and whispers he can just barely hear and rules he can't understand
it frustrates him and scares him but most of all it confuses him. And because he doesn't know how to respond to it all, he retaliates with anger. Anger was easy. It made sense, it was clean cut and knew what it wanted him to do and gave him quick, easy explainations of how to do it
(Holly hates it, he knows. He can see it in how the spark in her eyes dims a fraction every time she gets a call from the school, how her eyes will linger on every bruise and scrape when he comes back home long after the sun set, how she always looks so sad whenever he hangs out by himself without any friends)
((But she never says anything. She still keeps the first aid kit under the sink stocked up, she still makes him his favorite foods (new and old) every few weeks, she still helps him go over all his video footage and journal entries, and in those soft moments behind the wood walls and shoji doors that keep the harsh world out, Jotaro can't help but wish he could remember what to feel instead of anger))
but of course, Dio and Kakyoin have no idea about any of this. As far as Kakyoin's aware, Jotaro simply..... forgot about him. There was no recognition in Jotaro's eyes, so hesitation in his punches, no acknowledgment of the past they shared, of how much they'd meant to each other
And BOY that's painful to learn, that the one and only friend he ever made, who stubbornly stuck to his side no matter what he did to try and scare him off, who accepted Hierophant's existence without hesitation even though he couldn't see the spirit, simply....... forgot about him completely. Whether it was because he didn't care or because in the grand scheme of things Kakyoin really wasn't that important, it burns in a way he hadn't predicted it would
this definitely changes his and Jotaro's dynamic, with Kakyoin trying VERY hard to pretend he doesn't care and is completely unaffected and Jotaro who really has no fucking clue what's up with this red haired kid
and who knows. Maybe Kakyoin was a pinch familiar to Jotaro but he brushed it off since there were a lot of things in his life that felt vaguely familiar. Maybe they knew each other before his accident, but they probably weren't that close since the guy hadn't tried bringing up the past yet. Or even worse, maybe it was a one sided type thing and Kakyoin had no idea who he was at all
(Jotaro tries not to acknowledge the slight disappointment he feels at that thought. His knowledge who he is, who he was, was almost entirely limited to his mother and grandparents who lived across a whole ocean. No friends, no extended family, just the three of them left filling in the gaps. The idea of there being a fourth person who properly knew him, someone his age...... ah, but no matter, it probably wasn't anything)
also for some added angst....... just. when Jotaro starts getting more positive(?) attention at school, what if some people tried pretending they knew each other before his accident to try and get closer. Just to give this boi some ✨ trust issues ✨
and honestly, there are so many ways the reveal and reconnection can go and I don't know which one to pick. We could have the crack-y "Joseph makes a joke about it and Kakyoin's brain soft reboots" to the softer "in a moment of vulnerability Jotaro talks about the amnesia because he's starting to genuinely see the Crusaders as friends" to an angsty "Kakyoin reveals he knew Jotaro in a moment of stress/high emotion and Jotaro slightly flips his shit because This Guy Knew Him And Didn't Say Anything"
there's just. so much and it's so tasty
#hehehehe oh this made my brain go BRRRR#also it just hit me so much of what I wrote could come off as romantic but my brain was HARD vibing in the platonic zone jfbvjsbfcd#*laughs in aroace*#honestly it could really be either take your pick#initial thoughts#forget me not#jjba#jojo’s bizarre adventure#stardust crusaders#jjba part 3#jjba jotaro#jotaro kujo#jjba kakyoin#noriaki kakyoin#hierophant green#jjba holly#holly kujo#jjba joseph#joseph joestar#jjba suzie q#suzie q#sb answers#minawakitten
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i’m not about to draw a minimum of twelve entire pictures but i wanna do this anyway (i guess i could just edit the images in there but that’s lame lol)
•my favorite gym leader is probably either tulip or clay! something about tulip i just always found very endearing and respectable and i love clay’s no-nonsense attitude and sheer strength. plus he gets bonus points for his daughter being lacey
•fav champion is clearly volo. like how could you not classify that as a champion fight. that was so freaking hard man. runner up goes to kieran though bc he was also really hard for me. but of course if we’re talking official true pokémon league champions then cynthia
•fav elite four member has gotta be lacey. i adore her. first time i’ve ever lost to the same opponent multiple times in a fair fight (aka being prepared and on-level). she’s sooo cute and fun! she also terrifies me severely
•favorite protagonist is akari no surprise there. la does such a good job of making it clearly important why the protag is the protag. it offers a legitimate in-universe explanation as to why this one child in particular is so much more powerful than all the others. out of place in time and space, literally chosen by a god… the way certain characters question her humanity, both in a good and evil way… it’s so good
•favorite rival… well pokémon fans use the term rival really loosely. it can mean any friend character that you battle for funsies even once. it can mean literal arch nemesis. idk. arven stole my heart with his story but i don’t consider him a rival like most people do so that goes to cheren. i love his story and he has also mopped the floor with me several times
•favorite antagonist is also volo next question. i’m sick in the head about him. n is a strong and clear second place obviously though. i’ve done enough rambling on here about them
•professor laventon is the guy ever he feels like he actually personally cares about akari so much. that’s her dad. the way he’s actively involved in plot stuff, he accompanies the team on field missions even when he really doesn’t need to… he’s always there. you see him a lot. and he’s clearly writing the pokédex entries himself and they’re absolute gold. but seeing as professor is also a broad term because they’ve been really breaking up the older tradition in recent games, i nominate director clavell as second place bc i respect the guy a lot. that old man (tm) enjoyer here
•fav battle facility leader… well. i don’t really have one bc i’ve done very little with the battle facilities in the two games i’ve played that had them lol. so i guess throwaway answer is ingo but mostly for pla reasons. actually i think he counts as a battle facility leader in pla with the daybreak update and i’ve done some of his stuff so he does in fact count for me
•for fav clan member i’m gonna say arezu i like her a lot. she tried doing the right thing in a very chaotic way and i respect her for her efforts. plus her design is cute and she gives great haircuts and her noble is adorable
•character from other media… well i’m obsessed with the way n is portrayed in pokespe. perfect blend between sad prettyboy and freak behavior. they just made everything so intense. and i love oshawott from poképark 2 with the way he’s trying so hard to be serious and cool but snivy keeps getting on his nerves lol. that’s the reason i chose oshawott in pla bc that was the only of those pokémon i recognized
•i’m classifying arven as miscellaneous bc like i said i don’t consider him a rival but MAN!! man… this guy just got shortchanged so many times but i’m glad he was able to get closure for his parents’ disappearance and death and that he can move on and just live his own life. also certified dog lover moment
•top fav character… yeah you all know it’s volo LOL. completely shrimp fried my brain. the absolute hyperactive high i was on when he revealed himself. made even more insane bc i had literally been spoiled that he was a twist villain but i had no other context so i was just waiting the whole game for him to be evil. imagine the sinking in my gut when the credits rolled and it didn’t happen i thought i’d been embarrassing myself the whole time but then the postgame punched me in the gut HARD. i thought he’d end up being like the sad sympathetic frenemy guy where you don’t really want to fight him but NOPE full on evil full on he was just using you. made even better by the context that he had been your biggest fan throughout the whole game while everyone else had been suspicious of you. i lost my entire mind. once again second place to n though
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JayKyle Mermaid Au
Jason is the mermaid here who is part human and Kyle is an artist and guild member of the Green Lanterns (a crafters guild that is reknowned for their innovation and how they get the job done). One day Kyle’s sketchbook goes overboard while he’s travelling and mer-Jason catches it, recognizes the lady in one of his idle sketches as his birth mom and is like “someone on this ship knows who my mom is”.
he susses out that Kyle is the artist and basically sea stalks him and the ports that he’s on hoping that he’ll run into her. Meanwhile Kyle gets this awful hair raising bad vibes feeling that he’s being watched. The next time he’s on deck there’s a ship wreck or an attack or something on his ship and he’s drowningggg, but his mer stalker is like oh wow opportunity knocks i guess and saves Kyle like “how do you know my mom?” and Kyle is like wtfh we need to help these people despite him being half drowned himself, this heroic quality piques Jason’s interests yada yada they actually talk, the situation is laid out and Kyle who earlier in the last few years got help from Connor to find his dad is like “I’ll pay it forwards, I guess.”
Starts the adventure^tm where they get into shennanigans, accidently become pirates, hide in high society, make deals with suspicious sea witches, learn more about each other, talk about the meaning of home and mothers and the value of building new homes.
Also at some point they meet Donna who knows Jason, the pseudo Lost Prince of Gotham or governor’s son idk who Bruce is yet, thru Dick. Because this is my story and I’m in love with Ms. Donna Troy, she has custody of Robbie and is having a good time with a Ms. Dewitt who is recovering from a hostage situation from a few years ago.
Anyways this is when Kyle finds out that Jason isn’t a mer-mer but a half mer who is also the adopted son of Bruce Wayne that is shrouded in rumors. But lol Sheila is a mermaid-pirate and had a kid with Willis, dropped off said kid because that gets in the way of pirating, leaving Willis-fisherman and Catherine-school teacher to take care of this bbyboy who tends to turn aquatic in the sea. And when they died Jason decided to live in the sea where he ended up saving a drowning Bruce who kind of just adopted him from there.
More shenanigans... A visit to the guild house and upcoming projects and a general, yo Kyle you got stuff to do. Something something the idea of wanderlust and concept of home again something something maybe the treasure was the friends we made along the way something something don’t go chasing no waterfalls please stick to the waters and lakes that you’re used to or something like that you feel me?
ANDDDD it’d be called “A fin to every tail”
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actually pax i’ve been meaning to ask you this for a Bit but can you gimme like a basic rundown of the whole whispers/millennium saga. like your wip for dummies
of course!!! it looks long, but i promise i boiled it down as much as i could while keeping all the important stuff 😭
The Millennium Saga:
A fantasy series that starts with the promise of a revolution story, except the revolution itself (at least the part the characters are able to participate in) is over by the end of part one of book one (of ~7), and it quickly becomes a game of cat-and-mouse running from the military retribution that THEN becomes the classic "oh fuck the world/magic is gonna end" plot. Which ends up really being a world-wide societal revolution, because the world was supposedly saved from that shit already, like, 1000 years ago. The Chosen One just lied about it because he ran out of time, begged the Goddesses for more, and is struggling to figure out how to Actually Save It For Real while juggling being an immortal king who is in way out of his depth and has never had, like, friends. Or anyone to tell him what to do without the expectation of being their puppet.
The main narrator of book one, Ember, volunteers for said revolution, but is dragged into the rest of The Bullshit because they are physically incapable of a) leaving their friends behind and b) not telling authority figures like said Chosen One to be better or fuck off.
The other narrators include their long-term boyfriend, Gab (an acrobat/actor/prostitute that's very emotionally intelligent but Not when it comes to his own feelings), their mutual polyam love interest Iceberg/Isa (great grandson of another immortal and grandson of the general that is hunting them after the revolution), and more as the series goes on and slowly switches from their storyline to that of their younger siblings/friends.
You see a lot more of the world in this than in Whispers, and get a shit ton more worldbuilding cause it's, like, plot-relevant. Also we get to meet the Goddesses (x6) and help the Chosen One and his ex-husband work through couples therapy. And collect a found family along the way.
Oh, and save the world through the powers of love (in all its different forms) and intersectional solidarity being the thing the Goddesses admire most about mortality.
Whispers:
Set in the same world, this time it's a standalone and starts ~11 years after the start of TMS. The Fantasy Mafia (the Whispers) has been a problem since before TMS and is actively a problem during it, but is still kicking and getting Worse by the time this book happens.
Our main narrator Marika owes a life debt to them, but has managed to avoid the debt collectors for 10 years... until her ex, Ivan (the dude who indebted her without telling her), shows up with another new recruit to take them to the Mafia HQ up at the north pole. All of them have Issues because no one with a good life has any reason to go to the Whispers for help, and she ends up falling back in love with him while committing terrorism on behalf of the Whispers and their leader, the Shadow.
Our other narrator, Lorelei, is basically the Batman to the Shadow's Joker. Except she wants to kill the Joker, because she recognizes there's no other way to fix That Problem. (Unless...?) She's ALSO got a bit of a dual-timeline story going, because as we see the events of Whispers play out, we also see the events leading up to and after her little sister Meerin's traumatic disappearance 30 years ago, which Lorelei still hasn't stopped searching for answers to. Also her dad was a dick who earned the name Vowbreaker, and she's trying to Not Be Like Him.
Plot Happens, and Marika, Ivan, and their new friend Dakarsa have the chance to get rid of their life debts... if they help the Shadow fuck up Lorelei's best friend's life and also terrorize the entire city she's in.
They agree, of course.
Lorelei has no idea this is coming. She's too worried about this guy who went missing whose description matches Dakarsa's almost perfectly and who apparently died 10 years ago, according to the only record of his existence at all.
#a&a#talking with: ren#i swear to God this is the short version#im on book three of TMS right now and ive skipped over literally so much of the stuff to get the Point across#just know that we get to see shit like possession via the whispers tattoos BE INVENTED in TMS#as well as major backstory-influencing world events for whispers and how/why they happened#also u get to follow the person who literally invents airships in TMS#and my beloved boy dusk who is so chill with the goddesses that he doesnt use capitalized She/Her for them anymore
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What did Tom King do to Kara?
you don't like woman of tomorrow? thats interesting, from what i can tell that seems to be one of king's least uncontroversial DC works and gets unanimous praise from the fandom + comic readers in general (not that i've read it myself, just from what i've seen)
Combining these two related asks!
I want to start out by saying that ALL of my problems are with the writing - Bilquis Evely's art is breathtaking and I wish it was being used to tell a story that deserves it.
I have two problems with Woman of Tomorrow:
King does the same thing to her that he has done with literally every other character, which is to cherrypick their history to tell the bleakest, most nihilistic, least heroic story possible. It's not super noticeable with Batman because Bruce is kind of always in that zone, but it's very obvious with characters like Wally West (Heroes in Crisis: Therapy Is Bad and Will Kill You), the JLI in Human Target, and Kara. His Kara is a depressed, foulmouthed, murderous drunk who spends the entire book suffering physical and mental torments. I am just so exhausted by the lack of creativity. Dude is a one trick pony and I don't understand why this isn't more widely recognized. (Oh wait, I do, it's because pessimism is so often mistaken for genius, and also he loves a nine panel grid which too many people think immediately makes a comic Deep (TM) instead of just copying Watchmen.)
THE STORY ISN'T EVEN ABOUT HER!!! The main character is Ruthye, the alien girl who hires Supergirl to avenge the death of her father. Ruthye narrates the book. Ruthye drives the plot. Ruthye has the emotional arc. Kara could be replaced by any Super or other strong alien - J'onn, Sodam Yat, fucking LOBO - and the story would be exactly the same. (Because it would be True Grit. It's literally just True Grit But Supergirl Is There.)
Now, there's a place for bleak and even completely pessimistic, nihilistic stories - but Supergirl ain't fucking it. Supergirl was created to give little girls a heroine to look up to who had all the powers of Superman. She is aspirational and inspirational. She is joy.
Woman of Tomorrow is aggressively Not For Little Girls. To me, it radiates a deep contempt for the idea of Supergirl as a happy, kid-friendly character. It drags her through the mud on purpose, and then looks at you like it's making a point, but the point is just "mud exists." Yeah, Tom, I know. WE ALL KNOW.
(In general, King seems to really hate the idea of "nice" girls - look at what he did to Tora in Human Target. There's an issue of WoT that flashes back to Kara's origin and the destruction of Krypton - except it goes all the way back to the Silver Age, which is a generally bright and happy era, and pulls directly from that version of events while also making it as bleak as possible. Like, at one point Kara finds a dead baby on the sidewalk. HE PUT A DEAD BABY IN THE SILVER AGE. HE IGNORED THE FACT THAT THIS ORIGIN IS FOUR REBOOTS OUT OF DATE IN ORDER TO PUT A DEAD BABY IN THE SILVER AGE.)
I wouldn't be nearly as angry about this book if it wasn't capping off 20 years of DC treating Kara like shit, but since she returned in 2003, they have had her try to murder Clark, had her sexually preyed on by Darkseid, implied an incestuous relationship with her father, had her be abused, made her a blood-vomit-spewing Red Lantern (an arc I actually liked because Guy Gardner as Kara's Space Dad has my whole heart, but it's part and parcel of Angry Violent Sexy Kara), had her infected by the fucking Batman Who Laughs, and more. And that's when they even bother to publish her! They refused to give her a 60th anniversary special in 2019 because "she has a TV show," even though Two-Face got a 75th anniversary special a couple years before. Fucking Two-Face!!! Kara didn't even have a regular comic for much of the run of her show, because why court an audience of millions when so many of them are icky women?
Grant Morrison said it recently and said it best (they were talking about "Superman as fascist," but I think it applies to this too):
"Why, I say, oh why, is it so hard to simply serve the concept and write the adventures of a smart, creative and kind-hearted teenage girl with superpowers?
[...]
"To undermine the fundamental appeal of superheroes like Superman and Supergirl by re-casting them as anti-heroes at best or outright monsters - dragging imaginary childhood paragons off their pedestals to reinforce a fairly facile point about the tendency of real world heroes to exhibit feet of clay, struck me and strikes me still as imaginatively lazy.
"Using kids’ adventure heroes to make hackneyed observations about typical human behaviour that does not in fact apply to made up comic book characters strikes me as – I don’t know - whimsical? Dilettantish? A squandering of energy and creativity?"
Supergirl isn't for the edgelords of the world. She isn't a tool for reiterating, yet again, that life is pointless and full of pain. She is intended to inspire little girls, and anyone who doesn't understand that has no business writing her.
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ok i KNOW the ask game said specify a character but i think all ur pronoun/sexuality takes on all the mash guys would be very cool :3
M*x im fucking love you thank you for the precious gift youve given me…
ALRIGHT M*A*S*H BOYS NIGHT PRIDE EDITION
Hawkeye- is malewife a gender nah but weirdly enough i think Hawk is a he/him but in a “Harry Styles wearing a skirt and nail polish in 2018 while everyone on the internet collectively lost their shit” way. He is, as if I even had to say it, a disaster bisexual.
Trapper- all around red blooded american man, he/him, not exactly disaster bisexual but bisexual with a sunglasses emoji infusion 😎. he WOULD find it funny/endearing if you used she/her pronouns like yes I am that bitch hello how may I help you.
B.J. HUNNICUT IS THE WHOLE FRUIT SALAD. Idk this is just my hc but I feel like he is definitely in a lavender marriage with Peg like they definitely are best friends and they do love eachother but holy fuck Bea Jay Hunnicut is a funny little mlm he/they I want to see him in pain
Frank Burns- he fucking sucks i dislike talking about him but I really wish they fleshed out the “secret repressed homosexual that hates himself” idea so yeah he/him passably straight on the outside little fruit tart on the inside
Charles Emerson Winchester III- Secret Repressed Homosexual that Hates Himself Prime. I am a gay Charles purist and I can and absolutely will die on this hill. who the fuck is Donna He/Him and sometimes the royal “we” just cause hes my special little guy and he can.
Henry Blake- his pronouns are they/them! actually though? I feel like Henry could pretty solidly slot into the non-binary identity. Is this based on fact? No! Its based entirely on vibes (which is arguably more accurate) unrelated but they would also wear the “Women want me fish fear me” hat without a trace of irony
Sherman Potter- now THERE is a trans man who wouldve fuckin thrown down at stonewall. he/him StraightGuy tm who just loves his wife and his horses Very Much. arent there a lot of stories of AFAB ppl dressing as men to join the army? also i hc all of his buds in Old Soldiers to be trans guys too.
Radar- whats that post that goes like “I think Radar is autistic with massive amounts of t boy swag” its really funny but I would like to tweak the narrative n this one. I think Radars mom has the type of rural homegrown wisdom where she thinks the severity of her morning sickness would determine the babies gender so she assumed Radar would be a girl so everyone got her little dresses and painted the Radars room pink but after Radar was born she just. raised her as a girl anyway? you cant exactly scrap a 1-10 year female wardrobe and buy new in Ottumwa so out of convenience he was raised as a girl but recognized as a boy. so i feel by the time he gets drafted in korea and has spent plenty of time performing as both genders he really doesnt care anymore and only prefers mens clothing because he personally finds it more comfortable. i think he would accept he/she/they pronouns and be demisexual.
Klinger- said you were a lesbian girl me too I really dont know how to explain is but Klinger is both a straight man and a lesbian at the same time. definitely he/they/she and demisexual like Radar… i feel like Klinger is your dads older sibling and Radar is your moms younger sibling. same vibes for sure but different auras.
Father Mulchahy- ive been waiting for this one (and another thank you to M*x for letting me on my soapbox) FATHER! MULCHAHY! IS! NOT! ASEXUAL! HE! TOOK! A VOW! OF! CHASTITY! TWO COMPLETELY DIFFERENT THINGS! Please dont feel like im coming for your neck specifically if this is your hc its totally valid to want ace representation and it would only feel natural to assign it to the character who doesnt have any relationships as a part of their backstory or characterization but I feel like only assigning Mulchahy with this role is not only some pretty upsetting ace tokenism but harmful to the sanctity of his faith and vows he took on as a priest. That being said! I think Mulchahy is bisexual (and would probably think Jesus was too) and I think you could address him with he/they pronouns but has a slight preference towards he.
Sidney Freedman- It seems like almost everyone in my post has come down with a case of the bisexual he/theys 🤒 but yeah besides Hawkeye I think Sidney would be the vocal about his identity? He could run circles around homophobes and transphobes who try to claim gay/transness to be a disease and I think his wife probably knows and supports his identity although they remain monogamous (Sidney is NOT a cheater >:( )
Thanks so much for the ask!! I hope I answered thouroughly enough and if I forgot anyone please let me know so I can hit myself really hard with a cast iron pan
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Also btw it is very hard to not be all Virtuous and Yes I Will Be The Ideal Daughter For My Dying Mother And Her Family Even Though It Seems Like You All Have It Under Control and, say… NOT immediately get plane tickets, mom’s state of aliveness be damned
And instead actually, legitimately considering things like
what do I actually WANT to do vs. what are people just expecting me to do because they don’t understand that the ship of an adultlike positive relationship with my mom sailed a long time ago, and it certainly doesn’t exist with a vegetable vaguely taking the form of my mom
what needs to be done in person and cannot be done on the phone/zoom/whatever
what would be much easier to do in person
if I do have/ought to do things in person, is it worth the 4 hours I will spend driving to and from Pueblo or can they be done in Denver
will mom actually recognize it’s me there if she’s still alive
would it be a comfort for her to hear my voice if she’s just about to die and her hearing hasn’t shut off yet
if I don’t go, will I inadvertently be hurting my brother
if I do go, what is the psychic harm I’m causing myself/how much am I depleting myself
Instead I’m announcing it here first that I am going to listen to my dad’s advice and wait until the end of the week to see if anything has changed before I make any decisions about whether and when to go, and where exactly I end up landing. I am WAITING because I am an individual human who is not just an offshoot of their mother and obligated to be the Devoted Daughter(tm) when I am a normally existing human with a mother who cares about said mother a not-insignificant amount but also has complicated feelings toward and ALSO has other priorities that further complicate the decisionmaking process
And FURTHERMORE, I am also announcing that I am acknowledging and agreeing with everyone who has told me so far that I am not Bad for not wanting to spend every waking moment in Pueblo with my mother as she dies.
I am going to watch 1 TV and have a comforting dessert and then take a shower (the washing-hair kind) and go to bed, where I will not set an alarm for the morning.
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Listen as one of my FF mutuals I gotta know…. can you rank your top five villains (bonus points if you say why you like em)?
now, I've played fewer FF games than maybe the average FF fan but I love the ones I have played so yes I am up to the challenge.
However. In a way, I'm counting XIV expansions as individual games, and due to how they're structured, "antagonist" may fit certain characters more than "villain" but like they have boss fights at an end point of their expac so I say that counts
Mild to moderate spoilers for every game I mention wheeee (7, 8, 14, 15)
So!
Zenos yae Galvus (FFXIV). As written, Zenos is somewhere between "it could be that deep" and "it is that deep," because of Choices(TM) the writers have made along the way, including locking valuable information in a side book that people will now disregard/downplay the importance of due to their not having read it. ANYWAY. But. Zenos is very much a reflection of the hero, the Warrior of Light. People had been discussing this since Stormblood, and then fighting about this since Endwalker came out and said it pretty explicitly, but he is. It's another version of the path the Warrior walks. If he hadn't been subjected to all he was in his life (and hoo boy is that a whole rant-worthy thing), he could have been different, more like the Warrior. If the Warrior hadn't had all the support they got, they could have behaved more like Zenos. This is just scratching the surface, because going deeper gets into excessive spoilers and personal headcanon but yeah. Zenos is a really cool character and I wish more people recognized it.
Nidhogg (FFXIV). Nidhogg was justified in doing what he did, for the most part. And the wherefore makes total sense, when the dragons say "we live forever so a thousand years ago is like last week to us, of course he's still mad." Totally valid.
As an antagonist, he perfectly fits the themes of Heavensward. I wish we hadn't had to resolve his story the way we did. We had the perfect "see, people and dragons can work together with no exploitation or murder" solution. Maybe a couple, actually. But I guess he was fairly set in his position, and one can't say his grief and anger aren't valid. I just think it could have been great. I wish we'd gotten to see a flashback to when he wasn't so mired in his grief. I dunno I just really like Nidhogg and I would have wanted to see if peace could have been restored another way (my friend Dae and I say, correctly, he just needs a catgirl wife)
Sephiroth (FFVII). What's most interesting about him is how he gets where he is. He's engineered to be perfect, and then dropped into a situation, and it goes off the rails so fast from there. I was rewatching the cutscenes from Crisis Core recently and I realized Shinra is doing like five extremely messed-up things at once, and they all kind of converge on Sephiroth. Poor guy has two moms and one god-awful dad and they're all in the web of Shinra's machinations (Hojo willingly). But he didn't have to burn down Nibelheim about it. That created like. Even more problems. But his question of identity is a good one. That's interesting! I wish SE didn't use FFVII as its milkiest cash cow such that it dilutes his story but what can ya do
Ultimecia (FFVIII). What's funny to me is that Ultimecia is both really interesting and really boring. I read this really neat theory years ago that Ultimecia's final form was the Great Hyne, the first sorceress. That's what's made me like her, is that theory. And/but a lot of the cool stuff Ultimecia does is spread throughout the game when we haven't met her yet and don't know the full extent of what she's up to. Like, Edea, the stuff in space, Adel and Rinoa (as a unit), that's all before everyone starts really working on the whole Time Compression thing. I remember groaning to myself, "every disc, it's another sorceress"
Though, the fact that she creates a time loop at the end of the game is pretty neat, too. (I have only seen that scene once despite playing FFVIII three times. The Ultimecia fight--the four fights one after another, in fact--suuuuuuuuucks, it took me months, and you need Rinoa in the party for Angelo but iirc that carries its own risks so I usually just go "yeah okay I bet the game I've beaten Ulti before, I'm done" instead of going through it again)
Ardyn (FFXV). I have extremely mixed feelings about Ardyn, partially due to SE's handling of the second bunch of Episodes. And because the Ardyn fans I knew in 2017 really turned me off being interested/exploring him as a character in fandom space. In canon, though, I do think "Christ, but Supremely Problematic" is deeply intriguing. SE has done the "bad guy is your family" thing before, and I think it's to pretty good effect each time.
Ultimately, I have questions, but I don't feel like looking for answers. Which is sad, because there's depths there I just can't plumb.
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Sneak Peek: A Question of Identity
For Day 6: Sadderday of Farewell to Supergirl Week, here’s a sneak peek of “A Question of Identity.”
Content Warning: Character Death
Agent Grewal drops to a crouch beside J’onn.
“There’s not much I can do,” she says apologetically. “Roads are blocked, and no one’s willing to fly in these skies.” She looks up where the remaining Worldkillers, the Legion, and Supergirl are whizzing around.
“But there may be something I can do.” J’onn places a hand on Alex’s temple, dips his head, and closes his eyes.
When J’onn opens his eyes, he recognizes the beach by the Danvers’ Midvale home, and it’s not long before he spots Alex sitting in the sand.
The waves are turbulent as they make their way up the beach. Storm clouds near, thunder and lightning crackling around them. In contrast, Alex looks peaceful. Her legs are stretched out in front of her. She leans back on her hands, which are planted in the sand behind her. The waves approach her, but even at their highest, they end a few feet away.
J’onn makes his way across the beach as quickly as the sand will permit. “Alex!”
Alex looks up, surprise evident. “J’onn? You shouldn’t be here. What about your dad?”
J’onn crouches in front of her, so they can be eye-level. “He’s gone. You need to hold on until help comes.”
Alex gives him a wry smile. “You know, I never did figure out how your telepathy works. I’ve always thought that maybe it was kind of like TMS [transcranial magnetic stimulation]. If you’re hoping that you can somehow use that to stimulate my neurons into prolonging my life, I don’t think it’ll work. Or… do your powers work on the peripheral nervous system, or is it just the central nervous system? Actually, that might not matter. Even if the muscles are being enervated, they still need oxygen to work, which I’m pretty sure I’m not getting through my own means and is beyond your powers. I mean, it does feel like I’m rambling on, and I’m not dead yet -- I think -- but is it just that time works differently in here?”
“Alex,” J’onn begins but finds he doesn’t really know what to say.
There are so many things he could say. There are so many things he wants to say. And yet they all pale in comparison to everything he is feeling.
And the nostalgia. Alex thinking aloud reminds him of when she first found out he’s a Martian and the never-ending questions. It had been the rebirth of their relationship, the father-daughter connection that he had denied himself until then.
He will never experience it again, not with her.
The waves are coming up higher now. His shoes are soaked through, but he doesn’t move.
“You should go,” Alex says, gentle but insistent. “We don’t know what would happen to you if you’re in my mind when I die.”
“You won’t die,” J’onn protests.
But she will. He knows that. Still, he can’t help what he hopes and wants.
Alex readjusts. She sits cross-legged and leans forward, reaching a hand out for him to clasp. “Remember when that White Martian posing as Senator Crane took me a couple years ago? I heard her side of your telepathic conversation. She said that if you wouldn’t come for me that you would be letting another child die. But it wouldn’t have been your fault, and no matter what happens now, this isn’t your fault either.” She squeezes his hand. “I’m sorry you’re losing your father and me at the same time. Promise you’ll take care of yourself?”
He looks down at their joined hands, but he could swear there’s a hand squeezing his throat, making it impossible to answer. He fights through the emotions to say, “I promise.”
The waves are crashing into him now, sending water spraying around his body. Little of it touches Alex.
Alex nods, content with his answer. Then for the first time, she looks troubled. “You told me that I’m Supergirl’s hero, but Kara’s always been mine. You’ll look out for her?”
“Always.”
Alex nods again. Her voice softens. “She never got to say her goodbyes on Krypton, not properly. I hate putting her through that again. I wish I knew what to say to make it better, but I’m not Kara. I don’t do hope speeches.” Then her eyes guiltily dart back towards the Danvers’ home. “And Mom... She always wanted me to promise that I’ll come home safe, but I knew I never could.”
And this time the invisible hand around his throat is joined by a metaphorical punch to the gut as he thinks about Eliza. He knows what it’s like to lose a child. He’s about to feel it again. He would never wish that anguish on anyone, least of all Eliza.
The waves of emotions coming off Alex match the intensity of his own. The undercurrent of love is deep, and J’onn recognizes the pain of a child leaving a parent behind. This particular pain is new to him, and yet Alex’s unsaid feelings are painted in such a clear picture.
It gives him an idea.
“Sometimes you don’t need words,” J’onn says. “This won’t work for Kara, but I can pass your emotions on to Eliza.”
“Yeah?” Alex asks hopefully, desperate to give her mom one last all-encompassing “I love you.”
“Yeah,” J’onn confirms. “And Kara--”
The outside world tugs at him. J’onn instinctively looks around.
“What is it?” Alex asks.
“Kara’s here.” J’onn can’t see or feel her, but somehow he just knows. Maybe it’s through Agent Grewal. He stands and reaches out a hand, offering to help Alex up. “You should try to say goodbye yourself.”
As soon as Alex is on her feet, she pulls him into a hug.
“Thank you,” she murmurs into his shoulder, “for everything.”
J’onn cradles her head softly and presses a kiss into her hair. “Back at you.”
He begins the journey back to the outside world, so Alex can say her last goodbye to Kara.
But she won’t be able to.
J’onn feels the loss the moment he retreats from Alex’s mind.
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Bleach Canon Vs. Studio Clown Episode 1
Intro to the series
WARNING: Long read but theres plenty of pictures
The first deviation we’re greeted with is what the anime presents as the arrival of hollows into the human world. With a likely artistic rendition of them forming from the shadows of Hueco Mundo and dripping/bleeding over into the human world like splotches of ink, after which they disappear - unable to be perceived by humans.
A/N: Which, kubos to the anime, is rather neat.
The anime also decided to incorporate the first volume poem which is the thematic beginning and a great establisher of the mood/themes of Bleach, which roughly translates to:
我らは 姿無きが故に それを畏れ
“We fear that which cannot be seen”
And then they curiously add a line to this poem?
姿無き故に敬う
”We revere that which cannot be seen"
A/N: Which, initially seems on brand with the spiritualism of that “which is not seen” - the shinigami, DEATH itself if you will. However, unlike the themes of “fear” and “fear of death/the unseen”, “reverence” is not really a theme prevalent or definitive for bleach. Reverence is not particularly reserved for death or death gods, but antagonists with themes of divinity/the Soul King himself, but I digress.
Next off the bully scene has a couple of missing/reworded lines, as well as some of the delivery changed, but overall it’s not significant enough to mention.
I also wish they’d kept Ichigo’s shit yourself scary face from this moment right here, since it really underlines how serious and personally invested Ichigo is in bringing small justice to the souls of the departed, but I can only pray a future remake does include it.
^ I am disappointed in y’all :/
vs.
v Karma delivery, bitch
Then for some reason the next scene is changed significantly:
In the manga, it builds up slowly to Ichigo’s reveal of supernatural abilities with the iconic TM character profile intros (which I can see why weren’t recreated in the anime, but I sure wish they put them in....)
with him spooking the bullies off with the ghost girl right behind him
Versus his scary face doing the job instead.....
It’s a small change, and I can see why it would be opted for - we don’t really know if they even saw the ghost in the first place (then again you could argue that would spook them anyway). There is a tonal difference in the long run though. The manga emphasizes once again *why* ichigo is scolding them in the first place - he sees the people disrespected by them knocking down the vase, he wants them to acknowledge their actions *because* in his mind, there are real victims he knows from it. While in the anime, since the ghost is not yet introduced, it feels more like “you are disrespectful to the dead” in a more generalized way vs. him actually being acquainted with the dead and treating them like the living.
(Again, not sure why change it so much at all........the suspense and reveal are in the manga just the same.... but ok)
As well as cutting off this small moment where you can see Ichigo’s very human (and cute!) interactions with the ghosts. To him they’re just as real as the living, and he lends them a hand whenever they ask for help.
Also lmfao this 4kids level of censorship.....
It goes on rather faithfully for a while, no significant omissions, then Pierrot decides to randomly replace Yuzu’s lines with Karin??
Manga:
Anime:
Which is an odd choice, given that not only does Yuzu sense ghosts just fine (albeit at a much lesser level than her family) and that later comes into play with Fishbone & Grandfisher, but Karin literally later admits that she doesn’t even want to acknowledge their presence, so why the change....?
They also cut short Karin’s little talk about Ichigo’s stats, which is a fair change for screentime’s sake, but mentioned for the record.
There’s a bit of a divergence with Yuzu lore, when the manga explicitly states she sees them, but not “clearly”, the anime focuses on her barely sensing them. I guess it doesn’t matter that much in the long run, since she is not that prevalent in the story, but it’s here for the record nonetheless.
Anime:
vs.
Manga:A
Also this next bit was removed, probably for the sake of pacing (which, totally fair!!), but it’s funny and I love the Kurosaki family so here it is:
It does make the flow a bit better in the manga, since this talk of selling his talents distracts Ichigo and creates an opening for his father to strike, in the anime, the same is done with Ichigo just randomly saying
and thats where his father attacks him, which isnt really an issue, just kind of funny of how the manga is like:
Ichigo’s distracted by his sisters plotting to sell him out and hence Isshin has his chance to strike back
vs the anime being like:
Ichigo randomly thinks about dinner mid convo about ghosts and thats what distracts him from play-fighting with his dad
gfdkhlgfdg okayyyy....moving on
In the manga this scene is interspliced with Ichigo’s inner monologue about the nature of his powers (with hip jargon like “for real” courtesy of Viz )
(but my beef with Viz translations are for another day)
Also the line about “He told me more ghosts than ever have been haunting me” has been given to Karin for some reason, probably to make her feel more included in the scene/Ichigos life.
Notably, Isshin’s response is changed from “What?! He talks about stuff like that with you (Yuzu, singular)” to “What?! He talks about stuff like that with you guys?” as well, again probably to include Karin more into the dialogue. (Mmmm ok....)
Minor detail, but Karin’s lines has been changed to more “boyish” speech structure in the Japanese dub, which may seem insignificant, but ...... that is for later.
.....
This little exchange
is replaced with:
Which, seems innocuous adaptation differences, but Yuzu’s lines keep decreasing and it’s a short enough moment to like....include and establish how motherly Yuzu is acting towards Ichigo.....but ok...huh.
And now we get into the big boy changes.
So, probably for the sake of grounding the supernatural element of the series, the anime decided to skip time to the next morning and introduce the hollow attacks with a news report.
Which.....is an interesting choice. I am assuming this is addressing how the real world perceives the hollow attacks, which Bleach doesn’t put too much effort into addressing, but very soon after this we learn about stuff like memory replacement and other various technology to keep things under wraps so this is either redundant or implying that shinigamis have not been doing their job, which hm......
Next off is the bizarre choice to paint Isshin out of the picture for the night
Not sure why, but ok
Again, where’s the shinigami with their Kikanshinki (memory replacement devices)??? Pierrot where’s the lore coherence......
Anyway, Ichigo goes to replace the girl’s vase, but suprise-surprise she’s gone-zo. Wonder what happened to her.....
(And....again, people vehemently don’t want a reboot when the anime looks like this? )
So Ichigo hears a scream and a hollow scream and follows the sound (Ok?).
Totally random hollows attack. Which Ichigo somehow has never seen so far? Mind you, this isn’t like in the manga, where Fishbone was sent by Aizen specifically after Ichigo to make him aware of it. These are random-ass hollows attacking people, so how come Ichigo suddenly sees them. Ya coulda played it safe Pierrot, and stuck to the book, but we got plot inconsistencies episode one so let’s party.
The girl is, of course, not eaten and they run away.
She trips at the most inconvenient moment. (can ghosts trip? Ghost don’t even have legs in japanese lore and Kubo draws them floating around so okkkkkkkk)
(ok ok, im just being petty, bUT YKNOW)
(convenient tripping on deadass levelled ground is convenient)
(also God I really want that bag Ichigo’s got on his shoulder, it looks so nice)
Random-ass hollow closes in and
BOOM
Rukia
(Now, if the rest of Bleach and the manga didn’t exist I would like this moment. We get a glimpse into Rukia’s abilities, into shinigami as a concept and we don’t really get to see her slice and dice hollows that much overall so the moment itself is rad in isolation.
Now, unfortunately for Pierrot’s screenwriters, Bleach manga exists and so does it’s lore, which again, would not be inconsistent with each other if the adapation was faithful. Now, Ichigo sees a shinigami, for some reason, for the first time in his 15 years of life. All of a sudden.
You could argue, that much like in the manga, this is all part of Aizen’s plan TM, but like, she literally leaves right after leaving Ichigo gaping in awe ghfkjgdf. Why’d Aizen give him an appetizer, I really don’t understand how this change is benefitting the narrative in any way. It’s ....dare I say....generic.)
Rukia yeets the hollow
(why is this kid suddenly not wearing shoes?)
and goes off on her merry way, leaving Ichigo shooketh
ALSO RUKIA MA’AM THERES A FUCKING STRAY GHOST RIGHT AT YOUR RIGHT????? ISNT IT YOUR LIKE....JOB.......... TO HELP GHOSTS MOVE ON??? i know killing hollows is the fun part, but like ghjkfdlgfd ??? are you gonna ignore her???
( his fucking face ghfjdkgdlfgfd)
So after this wholeass pointless detour (you’ll see why it’s pointless in a moment) we timeskip again (the filler is strong in this one. These 6 minutes were worth not coming up with something cohesive and removing scenes that actually make sense ah yes)
Ichigo is in deep thought TM about who tf is the stranger he’d just seen. Likely mulling over the monsters and how this person was able to slay said monsters. Probably thinking how unusual they are.
and as if on cue
the stranger makes their presence once more
(my God these faces gfhgkldfg)
....
Now let’s briefly address what happens in the manga instead.
Instead of the whole timeskip scene with the fight, Ichigo simply returns to his room on the same day, and oddly enough recognizes the species of the butterfly he sees? (nerdy boi! nerdy!! boi!)
rukia arrives much the same
(With the little text emphasizing how he’d never been aware of soul reapers, which is unsurprising given their secrecy, and makes sense in the long run since their first meeting is specifically orchestrated by Aizen. Two species that werent meant to interact brought together by his schemes.)
Back to the anime:
Ichigo pauses to ponder who tf they are and why the fuck they’re there.
and then the anime has the gall to suddenly revert to sticking to the manga, which like.... Ichigo kicks her for no reason? I guess because she isn’t answering? Even though Ichigo knows she has a sword and can wield it? Reckless boy.
Manga Ichigo thinks she’s a burglar, therefore, unsurprisingly, is comfortable kicking her outta his house. It’s a silly moment, but it also shows how accustomed or stupidly brave he is with the supernatural.
In the anime Ichigo asks her who she is instead of all that, and she responds pretty similarly to the manga
AND THE NEXT SCENE IS WHERE IT CLICKS WHY THEY WENT OUT OF THEIR WAY TO REMOVE ISSHIN FROM THE HOUSE.
(Ichigo and Rukia addressing the pointless filler, this leads nowhere)
Rukia check him out like she’s checking if the oranges on sale dont have mold on them
slapstick ensues
and Rukia decides to answer his question.
Vs. the manga in which Isshin doesn’t leave his children home alone for some random conference and is actually used very efficient for two reasons:
1) building up on the burglar gag with actually funny slapstick that is based on a previously established joke
2) Instead of Rukia just saying “oh usually people can’t see me”, we get an actual demonstration of it, the reader gets to see “oh Isshin can’t see her - she must be a spiritual entity,” which further clicks with her surprised reaction at him being able to kick her in the first place.
The next scene is the classique Pierrot censorship.
Ghost girl runs away from what I’m assuming is Fishbone.
Aside from not showing her get eaten, the scene is pretty much delivering the same message,
bUT
BECAUSE OF THE STUPID ASS FILLER WITH THEM MEETING RUKIA BEFORE THIS, I CAN ACCUSE RUKIA OF NEGLIGENCE.
UNLIKE THE MANGA, where Rukia arrives the night before and is specifically seeking Fishbone, therefore having no time to help this girl pass away,
This vvvvvvv
could have been prevented if SOMEONE DID THEIR FUCKING JOB THE DAY BEFORE VVVVVVV
(I rest my case. Thank you Pierrot for making Rukia either negligent or an idiot. Awesome, And mind you, these changes were unnecessary. The manga’s pacing is fine. They could’ve extended scenes. But nope, had to go for making them meet beforehand.)
Anyway, we get to see some actual stakes in the manga
The next scene which is this in the manga
has two changes to it. Firstly, obviously Isshin being consoled by Yuzu isn’t included since he isn’t home in the anime, and even if he were, I can see why that would be removed, cute as it may be.
And secondly, due to them having met prior Ichigo asks two additional questions:
And Rukia nods at both, which means she acknowledges that she had seen the girl the hollow was after and yet did nothing to help her pass on.
(Reminder the Bleach anime was in production WAAAAY past the first 4 volumes, which gave a good general idea of the series, which y’know, was fine to adapt as is.
You’ll see these changes add up into becoming inconsistent with further Bleach lore. There’s a reason people call Bleach a hot mess, and I’m afraid Kubo ain’t really it.)
(Volume 14 Note from Kubo where he talks about the anime being announced)
Back to the series
Pet peeve time: Wish the anime was half as expressive as the manga
These scenes are supposed to represent
This panel:
(Nitpicking? Perhaps, but idc)
So uh, this scene is odd
Again, because of the addition of that filler with the hollow
Ichigo has seen her in action
And they even added Rukia trying to convince him
even though, yknow???
LITerally the previous day???
Anyway in the manga, where Ichigo has reason to be distrustful of her and her claims since y’know hes never seen her or a shinigami in action, but has enough proof that she’s a ghost bc his dad didn’t see her, he simply dismisses her before she can reply, and instead of just getting angry for being called a pipsqueak
she shows both Ichigo and the audience proof of her spiritual powers by binding Ichigo and forcing him to quietly listen to her explanations.
(To reiterate - Anime Rukia has to verbally try to convince Ichigo WHO SAW HER FIGHT A HOLLOW THE OTHER DAY that shes no ordinary ghost. And because of that, she has no other reason to use Sai on him other than that shes mad she was called a pipsqueak bc she just tried to verbally convince him shei is a shinigami. When they could just adapt the manga and have her both demonstrate her powers and put him in his place at the same time. Wild.)
Also CRIMINALLY BORING SHOT, WITH CRIMINALLY BORING RUKIA
#NotMyRukia
LOOK AT THE MANGA
LOOK AT HER SMUGLY OWNING ICHIGO’S IGNORANT ASS #FuckYeahRukia
Also the subs may not show it if you’re watching it on Netflix, but anime Rukia says “I am not allowed to lay my hands on humans outside orders,” which like, you ARE LITERALLY DOING THAT. Manga Rukia is fine with bullying Ichigo, but she draws a line at killing him, but man Anime Rukia, you give no fucks about the laws huh.
why so cheerful?
(also Rukia be right tho)
(specifcally compared to hell you could say Soul society is a resftul place lmfao)
Also anime salary man gets to rest in peace, even like, pray and shit
Meanwhile the manga
YEET TO SOUL SOCIETY
(also notice how we’ve been robbed of ichigo’s silly socks
I swear the anime knows how to suck the soul out of the manga
Get it? Soul! haha ....moving on.)
Really Rukia? One of your jobs?
GUESS YOU WERE OFF DUTY HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(I’M SORRY BUT LIKE, SEE HOW POINTLESS THIS FILLER IS UGH!!!)
(Again pet peeve but look at how ugly this screen is COMPARED TO THE MANGA)
(What have they done to you, queen)
(also they never mention the name Konso ( or as Viz calls it here -”soul funeral”, thanks Viz)
Next on, not a pet peeve, but an observation:
Anime Rukia keeps her sketchbook in her kimono
Manga Rukia keeps it at the titty
Yep, which you neglected to do the day before,
she literally says “With the konso I did just a moment ago” like she used the word before. Like you can contextually get it, but why cut that line out of the dialogue if you don’t change the next line it’s referenced in?
There’s also a dialogue change from the manga’s well, Viz uses “vaporize” which is not a bad choice given the specific wording Kubo uses, but the original says
昇華 • 滅却
sublimate/convert • extinguish
which is a clever little nod/foreshadowing to the nature of souls in bleach and that they can be “converted” in and out of a hollowfied state.
While the anime just says “to slay hollows”, and albeit it lacks the little nod the manga has to offer, I can’t see how they’d include it in the anime at that stage so I’m fine with them simplifying it to like, an exorcism.
A better question then Rukia - WHY DIDN’T YOU SEND OFF HER SOUL????
also WAIT THE GIRL IS STILL ALIVE?? she’s dead-dead by this point in the manga.
BULLSHIT !!! YOU LITERALLY EXPLAIN LATER WHY!! ACTUALLY YOU EXPLAINED EARLIER WHY!!! YOU LITERALLY SAID THIS, 1 MINUTE AGO :
Anyway, Fishbone almost grants her the priviledge of escaping this God-awful anime, but is suddenly stopped?
AND CAN TALK??
wait WHY DOES FISHBONE TALK?? GHFJD isnt this supposed to be a juicy reveal for later when Ichigo realizes “hey theyre not actual complete monsters - but used to be humans!” Hm, ok.
Also leaves her alone? Damn ok...
Reminder:
Moooving on...
Speaking of the manga, this little moment is missing:
Since there is no pointless filler that would make him ask about the ghost girl therefore exposing Rukia’s slacking off of her duty, Ichigo realizes that there must be a hollow nearby bc in the manga he actually has braincells to spare.
Also wiping off the Baron’s moustache moment is gone 😢
Missing and dearly missed is also this moment, which consolidates how protective Ichigo is of his family. He only needs to hear Yuzu scream to click that the hollow is nearby and his family is in danger. I feel like anime Ichigo should be even more worried since his sisters are alone but ok??
Also foreshadows their dynamic of Rukia trying to stop his reckless attempts at pushing himself to protect his family, bc yknow....she has her own Kaien trauma to process.
Next off....
This is .... a choice....
They were very eager to give Yuzu’s lines to Karin just a couple of moments ago but now this whole exchange:
Where we see a very pragmatic yet soft side of Karin
She doesn’t know what is happening, and doesn’t expect her brother to fight it - he just wants him to be safe, because she loves her family. At least warn him before it gets to him and hurts him.
is replaced with this:
Yuzu, sweetie, what do you think he can do to achieve that.
I guess at least Anime Ichigo tries to get Rukia to do her job as she looks down on Yuzu in silence.
But compare it to the manga:
#MyRukia stops by Karin to check for a pulse and reassures Ichigo that his sister is alive.
Manga Ichigo is NUMBER ONE oniichan in town and doesnt have time to call out to a stranger to save his family - HES BEYOND READY TO GO FIGHT, RECKLESS AS IT IS, EVEN THOUGH HIS OWN FAMILY BEGS HIM TO JUST RUN. because he cant let himself be unable to protect them. He cant live with himself if he doesnt try his darnest to protect them.
*elevator music playing as ichigo tries to get rukia’s attention but she fucks off downstairs, but instead of doing shit he just does the worm on the floor*
which I guess is more realistic for a teenage boy, but Ichigo is literally traumatized by being unable to protect a family member. Y’all think a ghost he’s never seen before is gonna stop him?
Yooo, pathetic. #NotMyIchigo
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Traversing the Verdi Canon #11: I masnadieri
Production: Milan 2019.
Watching I masnadieri is like two things: it is like eating a charcuterie board and even more like watching a trainwreck.
“But Savannah,” you say, “that comparison is kinda stupid.” In response, I will first point out that it is less stupid than any of this opera’s principal characters and then that the opera fits this simile because the music is all over the place but it (mostly) works and is great [thus the charcuterie board] and the story of this opera is an absolute fucking trainwreck.
STORYTIME: Count Massimiliano Moor (bass) has two sons, Carlo (tenor) and Francesco (baritone), both of whom are in love with their cousin (what is it with people falling for semi-close relatives in Verdi?) Amalia (soprano). Carlo was on break from his studies and for whatever reason decided to become the leader of a band of robbers. However he feels bad about it and has written to ask his father’s forgiveness. Francesco has intercepted said letter and written back quite harshly so Carlo sees this and basically says “well fuck all that let’s keep robbing”. Meanwhile, Francesco gets one of his buddies to tell Amalia and Massimiliano that a) Carlo is dead and b) he wrote a message on his sword with his own blood that says that Francesco should marry Amalia. Because they are absolute idiots, they both immediately believe this and Massimiliano faints. Francesco tells everyone he’s dead and attempts to bury him alive, although he’s rescued and cared for by some servants.
Francesco’s Buddy From Earlier tells Amalia that Carlo and Massimiliano are actually both still alive. Francesco tries to take Amalia for himself but in the one badass moment she gets Amalia takes a sword, defends herself, and runs off into the forest. Meanwhile, Carlo and buddies have rescued one of their own from execution in Prague on account of Much Robbery, but have *checks notes* accidentally set fire to half of Prague in the process. I don’t know either. At any rate they end up in the same forest as Amalia, so Carlo and Amalia reunite but he leaves for...plot reasons, by which I mean “he has to find his dad, who doesn’t recognize him for whatever reason, and then summon his buddies to Storm The Castle”.
Meanwhile, Francesco has been having nightmares and basically loses his mind because now he’s realizing that he has Majorly Fucked Up TM. Carlo and Buddies begin to Storm The Castle so Francesco summons a local priest and asks for absolution, to which the priest basically says “uhhhhhhhhh can’t do that one for you bitch” [which @carlodivarga-s I looked it up and it seems that while the libretto only specifies Franconia as the main setting, due to other context clues it seems the opera is likely mostly set in Upper Franconia, which was split between Protestants and Catholics, so Francesco could be well within his doctrinal right to ask] and so he runs off. Or kills himself. Or (as in this production) gets stabbed. Anyway Carlo and Massimiliano are still in the forest when the robbers come back and say they were unable to find Francesco but they DO have a woman with them. It’s Amalia! Carlo, now also realizing he has Majorly Fucked Up TM, confesses everything to Amalia and Massimiliano. Amalia says she still loves him anyway but Carlo realizes that he cannot break his vow to his Buddies nor can he let Amalia disgrace herself by joining him, decides that the logical thing to do in this situation, instead of something like, I don’t know, gently reject her or better yet grow a pair and break things off with his buddies, is to kill Amalia. Which he does. And then he runs off in despair. The end.
Yeah, the plot is so fucking stupid, but you can’t look away. And Verdi takes full advantage of this.
Experience: I first experienced this opera in 2018 after @akechijubeimitsuhide highly recommended it. I thought three things: 1. everyone is stupid, 2. it was alright but just alright, and 3. Artur Rucinski is absolutely glorious. As such, his take on Francesco’s mad scene was the only thing I really hung onto afterwards.
The music is great! I wouldn’t say it hits the ideal tone mood-wise until Act IV for what really is an exceptionally dark and brutal opera through and through or that it’s as strong as a score overall as The Scottish Opera, but Verdi here is all over the place, from the rousing “all’armi!”-type stuff we hear a lot of with Carlo and his Merrie Band to Amalia’s perpetually-sparkly writing to the aforementioned Dark Thundering Doom, and it’s all wonderful. The man knew how to write thrillingly and to keep an audience’s attention span!
The production I watched, from La Scala just a couple years ago (linked above) is excellent. @akechijubeimitsuhide told me that the silent figure writing throughout, expressing bafflement/horror at the characters’ actions, and very occasionally intervening (most notably stabbing Francesco in Act IV) was Schiller, which...yeah, okay, I can see that. I still think he’s a perfect representation about what the audience must be thinking. The production is by Sir David McVicar, which means it is Pretty and there is a Lot Going On (including quite realistic fire effects). There’s a unit set which is used quite skillfully. The chorus and orchestra are excellent. And the principal quartet is nothing short of magnificent: Fabio Sartori sings very well and acts decently as Carlo, Massimo Cavaletti is an excellent Francesco, Michele Pertusi brings his usual high standards to Massimiliano, and Lisette Oropesa is Lisette Oropesa and I do not believe that I need to explain myself further.
Anyway, like Ernani, this is a shamelessly ridiculous and rollicking good time, and of course, happy (possible) 208th birthday, Verdi. <3
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Jealous Adrien (Damianette) Ficlet
Because I’m weak ;) (Based off my headcanons post)
“Hey Marinette!” Adrien grinned as he walked into Miss Bustier’s room. He turned to greet Alya who usually sat next to Marinette but instead of seeing the redhead he realized in horror that another seating frenzy had happened. Nino and Alya were sitting together and in Alya’s place next to Marinette was a handsomely tanned midnight haired boy with smouldering green eyes.
Adrien wasn’t stupid, he knew through his father that the boy next to Marinette was Damian Wayne hier of Bruce Wayne. He had met him once on occasion.
“Hey Damian.” He greeted. Damian gave him a nod of acknowledgement, “Agreste.”
“You guys know each other?” Marinette squeaked.
“Yep! Our dads-“
“My father his done business with his.” Damian said dismissing Adrien.
“Right.” Adrien laughed sheepishly. “Do you know Damian, Marinette?”
“My parents catered for the Wayne Gala a while back, so we met then!” Marinette beamed.
“Marinette made very adequate company.” Damian continued, fighting a blush on his cheeks. Marinette turned tomato red.
“Uh...Okay then! See ya later Mari, do you know where I’m sitting?”
“Yeah, in the back, Lila might try to sit next to you but she’s supposed to be next to Nath.”
“O-oh.” Adrien said realizing he would be sitting alone. Marinette smiled apologetically at him. That brought a smile to Adrien’s face, Marinette’s smile was infectious.
He went to sit in the back, he felt content knowing that he’d be able to catch up with Marinette during lunch.
Marinette wasn’t at lunch. According to Alya she was catching up with Damian. But they sat next to each other all class Adrien whined in his head. He wasn’t sure why he was so bothered all he knew was that he wanted to spend time with Marinette.
He spent the following weeks reliving the same thing over and over, he wanted to spend time with Mari, she was with Damian.
It wasn’t until Nathalie was checking his Chinese work that Adrien remembered that Marinette had always said how she wanted to learn Chinese, he could spend time with her that way!
He had it all planned out in his head, he’d go up to her before class and ask if she wanted to get together after school to work on Chinese, it seemed simple enough but for some reason he was a nervous wreck and every time he felt himself start to sweat on the way to school he heard Plagg stifle a laugh.
When Gorilla pulled up to the school Adrien was ready.
“Hey Mari!” Adrien exclaimed as he ignored an annoyed Damian next to her, “I was wondering if you wanted to work on our Chinese lessons anytime soon.”
“No need,” Damian said, “I speak fluent Chinese and I’ve been helping her.” Marinette blushed.
“Thanks again Dames.” Adrien swore he saw Damian bite back a smile and hide a blush. “Don’t mention it.” He grumbled. Marinette giggled which caused Damian to frown.
“What?” He asked.
“N-Nothing.” Marinette Said choking back a laugh. Adrien sighed and walked to the back of the class, it was like he wasn’t even there.
The more it went on the more Adrien started to dislike Damian. He had no idea why, his good friend got a new friend, it shouldn’t have bothered him, but bother him it did.
“Hey Alya,” Adrien groaned.
“Hey Adrien, what’s up?”
“Well I had some questions…” Adrien said, “Uh- about Marinette...and Damian.”
“Oh...Well shoot!” Alya said nervously.
“So...Do you- well- I was wondering,” Adrien sighed and then blurted, “Why is she only spending time with Damian and no one else?!?!”
Alya laughed. “Somebody’s jealous.” Adrien started to protest but Alya cut him off. “Well here’s the scoop: Marinette and Damian have been hanging out a lot and I know for a fact that Marinette likes him- as in a crush- and she might ask him if he feels the same way. I bet they’ll be a couple by the end of the week.”
“O-oh.” Adrien was taken aback.
“Why so glum? Aren’t you happy for Marinette?” Alya said in a baiting tone.
“O-of course. Well, thanks Alya, bye.” He said hanging up.
“That poor boy really is oblivious.” Alya said to herself as she got ready to help Marinette ask Damian out.
“Plagg,” Adrien sighed flopping onto his bed, “What's the deal with Damian? I know I don’t like him, but I don’t know why.”
“Well kid I think the answer’s kind of obvious.” Plagg said as he shoved a piece of Camembert in his mouth. He swallowed and then continued, “You have a crush.”
Adrien wrinkled his nose, “I don’t think I love Damian-“
“Not on him kid,” Plagg said exasperated, “On the baker girl.” Adrien cocked his head, “Marinette’s just a friend. Besides, I only have eyes for Ladybug.”
“Uh huh, sure. Keep telling yourself that.” Plagg said rolling his eyes, “Isn’t it time to patrol with your Lady?”
“Oh yeah I guess it is.” Adrien said, still lost in thought, “Plagg, claws out!”
He landed on a rooftop with great precision as he saw Ladybug come into view. “Hey Ladybug.” Adrien said, “Everything’s in order with my side.”
Ladybug nodded, “Mine too. I have to get going soon, but-“
“Wait!” Chat Noir said running towards her, “Can we talk really quick? It’s important.”
Worry flashed across Ladybug’s eyes, “Sure what is it?” She asked as she sat down on the roof motioning for Chat to do the same.
He took the invitation. “Well there’s this girl...and well lately she’s been spending a lot time with this guy. Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy that she has a me friend but I miss my friend. She’s always busy with him now.” Ladybug nodded. “The guy she hangs around...well I don’t like him, but I don’t know why I don’t like him. I just feel like he’s hogging her, you know? And one of my friends said they might start dating...” He huffed.
Ladybug burst out laughing. “Hey!” Adrien exclaimed.
“Sorry,” she said as she stopped her laughter, “It’s just, it’s obvious you have a crush on her. Come on: you don’t like the guy she’s spending time with, and you want to spend more time with her, even the way you talk about her makes you seem like you like her.”
“That’s what my kwami said.” Chat Noir chuckled.
“Well they are tiny gods, maybe you should’ve listened to Plagg.” Ladybug said.
“But Mar- she’s just a friend.”
“Why is she just a friend?” Ladybug asked.
“Well- I-“ Chat Noir scratched the back of his neck.
“Looks like you have things to figure out Chat Noir,” Ladybug laughed as she yo-yoed away.
“Maybe I do…” Adrien said as he watched the red clad superhero retreat.
Chat Noir was deep in thought as he bounded across the rooftops of Paris. Could he really have a crush on Marinette? He entertained the thought.
What did he like about Marinette? Marinette...whose smile could light up a room, whose eyes crinkled when she laughed, whose face got so adorably red, who was so beautiful ...and he had a crush on Marinette Dupain-Cheng.
Adrien sighed as he leapt across Paris, he realized he had subconsciously drifted towards the Dupain-Cheng bakery.
Well...maybe that was good. Maybe he could ask Marinette as Chat what the deal was with Damian. Alya had said Marinette liked him, but maybe Damian didn’t feel the same.
Adrien sighed, it wasn’t likely, Marinette was so pretty and smart and awesome, any guy would’ve been lucky to have her.
Adrien felt a twinge of jealousy rising in his stomach as he scampered towards Marinette’s balcony.
He heard her before he saw her.
The adorable laugh that sounded like musical notes.
“Just teasing Princess.” Said a fairly tall black haired man with blue eyes.
Adrien felt another stab of jealousy at the man who’d called her “princess”, not only was he being replaced in Marinette’s life as Adrien, but also as Chat Noir too.
“But you probably will be our little sister soon.” Said a taller man to Marinette as he ruffled her hair. “If Little D finally gets some courage.”
Marinette blushed.
Adrien recognized them finally, the other Wayne boys, Jason and Richard, standing next to them was Timothy and Damian, who looked like he was about to commit a murder.
“Yeah, when are you gonna ask Princess out?” Jason teased at Damian. Adrien felt another pang of jealousy.
Damian grumbled out a response but Chat didn’t hear it, he was already running back home.
The next day he started fresh.
It might be my last chance Adrien thought bitterly as he carried flowers with shaky hands into DuPont.
He scanned the school for Marinette, his eyes finally locked on her and his feet moved on their own accord.
With every step he felt more unsure.
Then he remembered what Kagami has said to him once,
“I’m going to tell you the same thing I told Marinette,” she had said right before they broke up, “Your hesitation is what’s causing these problems. When you finally figure out what you want, it might be too late, I never hesitate.”
Adrien breathed in and out as he walked closer, no hesitation. His breathing became shaky as he finally walked closer to Marinette.
She was a vision. She was wearing a dress that was an homage to the American superhero Robin, and she was giggling beautifully again.
Adrien felt his heart sink.
Next to her was Damian. He leaned in to her.
No, Adrien pleaded silently as he walked faster.
He whispered something in her ear.
Oh kwami, no
Then he leaned in more, and kissed her.
Everything happened in slow motion.
Adrien clutched his flowers tightly and felt tears start to fall.
He felt so much despair.
“I’m sorry Plagg.” He whispered softly as he let his ring fall to the ground and welcomed a black butterfly into his flowers.
“Brise-coeur, I am Hawkmoth.”
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Mom-Friend Looking For A Dad-Friend - Part 3
Sylvia’s POV
Sylvia knows she should feel guilty. You look so uncomfortable at the party, back pressed against the wall, eyes darting around like a stalked animal watching out for a hunter. Your arms are crossed over your stomach in what she recognizes as your signature move--something you always did during your one year of overlap at Starfleet when she dragged you to the occasional party--quite effective at hiding your body from the world.
You look so out of your element in the fit and flare dress she forced you into, even though you shouldn’t. Your curves look fantastic and after hours of deliberation you were both able to tame the signature Tilly Sisters Frizz TM. She’s actually quite proud of the smokey eye she was able to slather on you and the lipstick she convinced you to wear. You look beautiful, I mean, you’re her big sister, her first and bestest friend, of course you look beautiful to her.
But she’s hoping that you can see that in yourself too because she knows another certain someone on the ship sees you as absolutely enthralling.
Her eyes flit between you and the door, hoping that Saru will take the hint and actually show up. She’d been dropping little details to him all week about the party and how you had wanted to attend (which was a lie) to meet someone (another lie).
What? She’s desperate. She’s been watching her basically-Captain/resident dad of the entire ship quietly fawn over her sister for months and vice versa. She needed to up the ante if she was going to get you two together, and well, nothing is more motivating than jealousy. One thing about post-vahar’ai Saru that everyone was picking up on was that he was far more expressive and a lot less shy. Especially, Sylvia noticed, when it came to you. She actually heard him growl once at an ensign that got a little too close to you in the cafeteria.
Actually, said ensign is making his way over to you right now with two drinks and a drunken smirk on his face. Her eyes glance nervously at the door. Still no sign of Saru. Maybe this wasn’t the best idea.
(Y/N)’s POV
You were going to kill your sister. You hated parties with a passion. All the people rubbing against each other, rubbing against you and spilling your drink, the form fitting clothing. Especially the form fitting clothing.
Not to mention that the few times you have gone to parties always ended in you being abandoned by friends who found someone to go home with while you were left alone and feeling unwanted.
The other reason you’re absolutely miserable at this party is because the one man you actually want to dance with isn’t here. Because why would he? A room of his crew mates grinding against each other isn’t exactly his scene. But your eyes still dart to the door, willing Saru to march through those doors and take you in his arms like in a typical Earth romantic comedy.
Except why would he? You’ve been ignoring him for days and have most likely effectively destroyed any interest he could have had for you. He probably thinks you’re so shallow and immature and weird.
“Hey there.”
Your eyes meet the drunken smile of Mark, an ensign on the ship who has flirted with you on more than one occasion. He’s come to your office numerous times, always feigning emotional distress so that he has an excuse to flirt with you. You’ve turned him down time and time again, sighting that you were not interested. Mark doesn’t seem to get the hint.
“Good evening, Mark.” You straighten your back but keep your arms around yourself, mindful that the dress your sister gave you is low-cut and showing off more cleavage than you’ve ever showed in your life. You shudder when Mark’s eyes immediately wander to your ample chest. You push yourself away from the wall but Mark steps in front of you, effectively caging you in.
“I got you a drink.”
“Oh. Thank you, but I’m not thirsty.” You try to take your leave again, really just wanting to go home and wallow in a bowl of ice cream.
“Actually,” you continue, “I was just about to head out.”
“Aw, why?” He leans forward, the smell of alcohol heavy on his breath. “Don’t you want to dance with me, Doctor?”
“I’m not much of a dancer. Now if you will excuse me--”
“What the hell is wrong with me, huh?” Mark snaps and slams both cups on the ground. “I’m a nice guy. A good looking guy. You could do far worse.”
His words are slurred but none the less furious. His eyes are dark and glaring at you now, something evil within them.
You glance around for help but the music is too loud and there are just too many bodies. Nobody seems to notice your distress or the sudden violent nature of Mark.
“I’m sorry, Mark. I’m sure you’re very nice but I--” One of his hands punches the wall next to your head and you yelp.
“You’re fucking right! Better than any guy you could get with in your life, you fat fucking bitch--” In an instant you’re pulled away from the wall by a strong arm while Mark is lifted from the back of his collar and pressed harshly, face first into the wall.
Saru POV - a few minutes earlier
Saru stares at himself in the mirror, scrutinizing what is now the third outfit he’s tried on. It has to be perfect. Tonight has to be perfect. Because you’re perfect and you’re at that party waiting for someone to sweep you off your feet and damnit, that someone is going to be Saru. He’s not sure what he would do if you found someone else to dance with tonight, to hold and to love. It would completely destroy him. So yes, everything has to be perfect.
This whole week, Saru has been completely miserable. He’s sure you’ve been ignoring him and he’s not entirely sure why, except he’s completely convinced that he’s done something wrong. He’s tried reaching out, but you keep turning him away at every turn and it’s truly breaking his heart. He misses his meals with you, he misses relaxing in the observation deck with you, and he dreads seeing the exhaustion on your face when he passes your office (which he’s found time to do every day under the guise of “checking in on the med bay” -- everyone knows he’s definitely not checking in on the med bay).
And then there was Ensign Whatever His Name Is, who has become the bane of Saru’s existence. The last time you had dinner with him, Ensign Asshole decided to sit at your table and unabashedly sidle up to you. It wasn’t that Saru saw him as a threat, it did not go unnoticed how uncomfortable you were at the ensign’s advances and, let’s face it, Saru knows he’s far better suited for you. But it was your discomfort, and the way the ensign’s eyes lingered on you like you were a piece of meat for him to consume and then toss aside, that made Saru want to flip the table and launch the man across the room.
Maybe that’s why you’ve been shutting him out, though. Maybe for some inexplicable reason, you were incredibly attracted to this man and you were leaving Saru in the dust. His heart clenches and his stomach feels pained at the thought.
Saru runs a hand over this new outfit, debating whether you would approve of the color, if he should wear something more casual, or something fancier? Maybe something... form fitting? Michael had mentioned that humans tend to wear something a little tighter to seem attractive...
Michael alluded that you might be at this party tonight, and immediately he began thinking up ways to woo you, to show you that he was obviously the right man for you. Or at the very least, it would be a reason to talk to you, to figure out how to get back in your good graces. He doesn’t have to date you at all, he just needs you back in his life in any capacity.
A ping on his PADD interrupts his ruminating. He grabs it, smiling and hoping that it’s a message from you.
It’s not.
Sylvia: Are you coming?!
Saru: Yes. I just need a few moments
Sylvia: You need to come right now!!! It’s (Y/N)!!!
Saru’s eyes widen and his heartbeat accelerates in an instant. He tosses the PADD on his bed and makes quick strides to the common room where the party is being held. His mind races as he imagines what could have happened. Were you injured? Were you asking for him?
When he arrives at the party he stands in the doorway, scanning the many heads below him for the curly (h/c) hair he knows so well and loves so much.
“Saru!” Sylvia has been by the door waiting the moment he walked in to yank on his arm. She frantically points to a spot on the wall and looks at him with helpless eyes. “I can’t get to her. There are too many people.”
Saru’s eyes track from her finger to the wall, where he sees your small form cowering under that same ensign’s body. Seeing the fear in your eyes, the helplessness, and the tears starting to pool, stirs something deep and vicious in Saru. His instincts go into overdrive, like he isn’t in control of himself anymore. Or maybe he is, this new, fearless version of himself has taken over.
Saru marches forward, shoulders tensed and his mouth set in an uncharacteristic snarl. The crowd seems to part for the seething Kelpien until there is nothing between him and Ensign Dickhead, who can’t seem to read the room.
With one arm he pulls you out from your spot between the wall and this scum of the earth. With his other arm, he snatches the ensign’s collar, lifts him off the floor and smashes his head into the wall, holding him there. He growls, a low and savage sound. Everyone is looking at him but all that really matters in this moment is your wellbeing and the man who tried to threaten you.
Even though the ensign is off the ground, he is nowhere near as tall as Saru, who is looming over him. Saru leans down, ignoring the whimpers of pain from the ensign who definitely has a broken nose.
He snarls, “Don’t touch what isn’t yours.”
He wants to do more to this man. He wants to beat his head against the wall. He wants to drop him on the ground and kick his stomach until he can’t breathe. He wants to shove him in the airlock and hit ‘eject.’ He’s basically the captain, he can do it. But your gentle hands wrap around his free forearm, reminding him that you’re here and that everyone is watching.
He glances down at you with a serious gaze, looking to you for guidance. ‘What do you want me to do to this man?’ his stare asks. Because he’d do anything you asked him.
You give him small shake of the head and Saru drops the man immediately. As two security officers and your sister swarm the bleeding man on the ground, you tug on Saru’s arm, signaling him to follow you.
Your walk together is quiet. Saru still feels the anger coursing through him. He really wants to turn around and finish the ensign off, and he doesn’t particularly care how out of character this is for him. That man deserves every bit of pain Saru can muster for what he did to you, what he was going to do to you. But there’s also the stress, the concern that you are furious with him, that he was too violent, that he had startled you. Would you hate him now? Are you afraid of him?
You tug his arm one last time, taking him to... his room.
Third Person POV
You drag him inside and lead him to his bed. After a few moments, Saru realizes that you want him to sit. So he does. He’s still taller than you, but your face, your eyes, your lips are infinitely closer to his now. Your hands slowly trace from their hold on his forearms, up his arms and shoulders, to hold his cheeks. Your eyes look deeply into his own, and he can see that there are still tears in your eyes.
Instinctually, Saru’s arms find their way around your waist and tug you closer to him. You ease into him immediately because after that display, you know that there is nowhere safer than Saru’s embrace. One of his hands rubs soothing circles into your back while the other stays around your waist. Your head buries itself into his shoulder while your arms wrap around his neck.
You both stay like that for a few moments, relishing each other, acknowledging that you are both together and safe in the garden that is Saru’s room.
“You’re not mad?” Saru whispers.
“A little startled.”
“Oh.”
You pull away slightly but your hands return to his cheeks.
“I’ve never seen you so...”
“Angry?” Saru’s eyes are downcast, waiting for the moment you tell him yes, you were so vicious, I could never love someone so violent.
“Valiant.” You give him a shy smile with a hint of embarrassment.
Oh.
Both of Saru’s hands return to your waist and give it a comforting squeeze.
“Did he hurt you?” Saru’s eyes scan over you.
“No, no. He just scared me.”
He pulls you closer so you can lean your head against his chest. Like you weigh nothing at all, he lifts you onto his lap and wraps his arms around you again. You don’t know where this forward and overly affectionate Saru came from, but you’re not about to start complaining. You’ve dreamt of this after all.
“Thank you,” you whisper. “You really didn’t need to get that fierce with him.”
“I know, I know but... That wasn’t right. He was horrible and he was going to hurt you and you deserve so much more than that.” You shrug slightly, not fully believing him. Your whole life you’ve only attracted less-than-sub-par men and at some point you just started to assume that you never deserved better.
“(Y/N) Tilly I am being serious. You deserve the best that this universe has to offer. You deserve someone who will respect you and love you, who thinks you’re the most brilliant and stunning woman who has ever lived.”
“And who thinks that?” You reply meekly, really hoping he’s about to confess to you. But the mind is a horrible, merciless entity, dead set on dashing such hopes.
“Well... If it wasn’t already obvious,” Saru gulps and takes a deep, steady breath. “I think that.”
Screw you, mind.
“Really?”
“I do. I have thought so since the moment I met you and each moment spent with you has only reinforced how I feel.” Saru bows his head and nuzzles his forehead against yours.
“I love you,” he whispers, as if those three words have the power to end his entire existence
You release a shaky breath and let your tears fall.
“I’m... I’m sorry,” you whisper and Saru’s shoulders deflate.
“You don’t feel the same,” he whimpers in the most pathetic way possible. It causes your heart to wrench.
“I was so convinced that you felt this way about Michael or, or somebody else, anybody but me,” you sniff. “And I was ignoring you because I couldn’t stand the idea of not being able to love you. You must think I’m such a child.”
You look away from him but his hand immediately moves under your chin and directs you to look up. He’s beaming at you, eyes glassy with joy, and it’s one of the most beautiful things you’ve ever seen.
You lean up and capture his lips in yours, conveying all the love you feel for him. Saru inhales sharply through his nose but lets out a breathy moan as he leans into your kiss. His hands tighten their hold on you and pull you closer, until there is barely any space left between you both.
You pull back by barely an inch, not daring to stray too far from this man.
“I love you too,” you whisper.
Saru beams at you, shyly, but the glow of that smile speaks volumes. He kisses you again, one of his hands moving to the back of your neck, securing you to him.
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The Crown Princess of Charming - part 2
Welcome to Charming - its name says it all. Cat needed a fresh start; and though she hadn’t planned on that being in the arms of the crown prince of this little town’s bikerclub - that was what happened. This Charming CA would either be the death of her - or a whole new life.
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The following Monday, I got up early; excited for my new job – and admittedly still reeling from the night I’d had at the clubhouse with Jax.
He’d texted me before I even got back to motel; and when I looked at my phone in my room, I blushed.
- thanks for coming tonight. Miss you already – J
I’d answered immediately.
- I’m sure there are crow-eaters enough at the clubhouse to hold you over ;-)
5 minutes later my phone vibrated.
- None of them taste like pancakes. Or have your pretty eyes.
I was grinning like an idiot.
- Goodnight, Jackson :-)
- Night, babe ;-)
I’d spent the Sunday relaxing and watching bad tv; once in a while answering a text from Jax.
They were mostly just thinking of you, messages; a few of them with raunchy subtext – but they kept the fire in my belly burning.
This morning I put on my favorite knee-length summer dress. Even though it was October; California was still hot; and the dress was cool enough to make the heat bearable; but still conservative enough for work.
I decided to leave the top button undone. Now shame in flaunting the ladies, I smiled to myself.
My necklace on, and a light makeup – and I was off.
My “new” chevy ran like a dream, and I arrived to my first workday in style – if you consider classic cars and dog-smell, style.
My new coworkers were all friendly; and there was a bouquet of pink roses on my desk when I walked into my class-room. There was no card attached.
Last period was 6’th grade English. During roll-call, I noticed Opie’s daughter – Ellie – at the back of the room. I sent her a knowing smile; and her lip twitched in response. She seemed shy.
After 45 minutes of analyzing The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe; class was dismissed.
Ellie walked up to me, once all the other kids had left the room.
“Miss Rose?”, she said quietly.
“What’s up, Ellie?”, I smiled.
“Lyla wants to know if you can come over for coffee tomorrow”, the girl said.
“Tell her I’d love to. At your house?”.
Ellie nodded.
“Lyla’s kind of my stepmom”, she muttered.
“She’s nice”, I smiled. Ellie smiled.
“Yeah, I think so”.
I packed up my things to finish for the day.
“So, after school tomorrow?”, I asked. Ellie nodded. “I’ll give you a ride home then”, I said. “You can show me the way”.
The girl grinned at me.
As I left my classroom, I was met by by the principal.
“Mr. Thoms!”, I said.
“Please, Catherine, call me Ray”, the man smiled.
“Ray”, I grinned.
“I just stopped by to see how your first day went”, the man said.
“It’s been great. The kids are amazing; and you’ve all been so welcoming. Thanks for the flowers on my desk!”.
Ray looked in to my classroom.
“They’re lovely, but I don’t think we got you any flowers”, he smiled awkwardly.
“Oh… must have been some of the kids”, I said.
“Must have”, the principal answered. “Well; once again, welcome. I think you’ll be a good addition to the staff. I know there was an issue with your records, though…”.
I flushed red.
“Yes. I… there was a misunderstanding at my old school”, I said. “I promise you won’t have any problems with me, sir”.
Ray nodded, and clenched his jaw.
“I’m sure we won’t… nevertheless; I’m afraid you’ll have to do regular drug-testing”, he said. “I’m sorry, Catherine, but it’s out of my hands”.
I nodded.
“I understand. I’ll do whatever’s necessary”, I said. “But I must admit I’m confused. I thought those accusations were erased from my records”.
Ray shrugged.
“I received an addition to them l this morning. I was told they’d been forgotten in the transfer”.
I frowned.
Ray shook my hand; and smiled.
“Don’t worry. We all have our pasts to deal with. It’s the teacher you are now that matters”.
He walked to his office; and left me behind – deeply confused; and extremely frustrated.
---
The next day I had coffee with Lyla at Opie’s house. He had left on some club business, the night before.
“Is it hard to just sit here, and not know when he’ll be home?”, I asked, sipping at the perfect cup of caffeine she’d made. “This is good!”, I added.
“Thanks. I used to work at a coffee-shop before I went into the business”. She didn’t mention what that business was. She continued. “It is hard, but I know his brothers have his back”.
I frowned.
“Why do they need to have each other’s backs?
Lyla sighed.
“What they do… it’s not always legal”.
I nodded solemnly.
“What about TM?”.
She shook her head.
“Being a mechanic doesn’t exactly pay well”, she smiled. “They do have the studio going for them”.
“What studio?”
“Cara Cara”, she said quietly. “Porn. It’s where I work”.
I almost choked on my coffee.
“I knew I recognized you”, I smiled. She seemed uncomfortable for a second. “I love your work”, I added.
Lyla chuckled.
“I didn’t think you’d be a fan of porn”, she grinned.
“I have the internet”, I laughed. “But I’ll stay away from your movies from now on. It’d be weird, seeing as you’re Ellies stepmom”.
We laughed for a while.
“You heard from Jax since the party?”, she asked.
I nodded.
“We talk… He texted me this morning. Just a hello”.
She smirked.
“He likes you”.
“He doesn’t know me”, I muttered.
“He knows enough, I think”, she replied. “I haven’t seen him like this before. He’s usually a one-night kind of guy”.
I bit my lip nervously.
“We didn’t…”, I muttered.
She put her hand on top of mine.
“Still… he’s different around you”, she said. “Softer”.
“I’d hope not”, I smirked.
Lyla widened her eyes at me and chuckled.
“Slut!”, she giggled.
I shrugged.
Finishing our coffee, and saying goodbye to the kids – lending Ellie my copy of Coraline – I left Opie’s house, and walked over to my car.
I could have sworn that I locked it, but it was open when I got there.
“Weird”, I muttered to myself; but it was old, and I figured something was wrong with the locks. I’d have TM take a look at it.
---
Once at the garage, I was met by Gemma, who was carrying Abel on her hip.
“Hey, sweetheart”, she smiled. “Chevy treating you ok?”.
I smiled and nodded.
“Yeah, but I think something’s wrong with the locks. I locked it, but it was open when I got back”.
Gemma frowned.
“That sounds weird… let the guys take a look at it”, she said. “Coffee?”.
“I just got here from coffee with Lyla”, I said. “Still amped on caffeine”.
Gemma chuckled.
“Well, this little guy kept me up all night”, she said, and bounced Abel on her arm. “So I’m having a cup. Follow me”.
Gemma told one of the guys in the garage to look at my locks, and we walked into her office.
“Could you take him?”, she said; and lifted Abel of her hip; handing him to me.
“Uhm… yeah”, I said; taking the baby in my arms. “Hey little man!”, I smiled at the beautiful boy.
Gemma nearly downed a full mug off coffee in one go.
“Wow; he did keep you up”, I laughed.
“He’s like his dad – always at it at all hours of the day”, Gemma grinned.
I frowned, and sat down on the little couch; still holding Abel in my arms.
“Doesn’t he live with Jackson?”, I asked.
Gemma nodded.
“I take him when the guys need to do some work”, she said. “Jax’ll be back in a little while. Probably having had less sleep than me”.
Abel began fussing; and I shushed him, kissing his forehead.
“You better get used to that, if you’re sticking around”, Gemma said earnestly.
“I… don’t know what… it’s new”.
Gemma nodded; and looked at me softly bouncing Abel on my arm; holding him against my shoulder.
“You’re good with him”, she said.
“Who?”, I smirked.
“Both of them”, she said. “Keep it up”.
We talked about this and that for a while – Gemma letting me in on the story with Jax’s father, and how he’d passed away from a motorcycle accident. She seemed sad about the loss; but made it clear she was happy with Clay.
“He’s as stubborn as an ass; but I’m even more so”, she smiled proudly. “He started the club with JT – Jackson’s father”.
“And now Jax is the VP”, I said; feeling Abel fall asleep in my arms.
“Yeah”, she smiled. “I guess that’s how it goes”. I nodded.
A bearded mechanic stepped in to the office.
“Gem’; I can’t find anything wrong with the lock. Are you sure you locked it, miss?”, he said to me.
I frowned.
“Must have turned the key the wrong way…”, I said.
Gemma narrowed her eyes at me.
“It’s been a long couple of days, huh?”, she said.
“Day’s. Weeks. Months…”, I chuckled, and handed back Abel to her. He was fully asleep. “I’m gonna take off. What do I owe you?”.
“Not a thing”, Gemma smiled. “See you later, Cat”.
I nodded.
“See you”.
I drove back to my motel room, and made myself a light dinner; exhaustion taking over me in spite of the coffee Lyla had made.
I went to sleep early; hearing motorcycles driving down the street outside.
---
I woke up to my phone ringing.
“Hello?”, I rasped.
“Hey, Cat”. I could practically hear Jax’s smile through the phone.
“Hi”, I answered. “What’s up? What time is it?”.
“7 am. I’m outside. Buy you breakfast?”.
I stumbled out of bed.
“You’re outside?”.
He chuckled.
“Yeah. Come on. The guy at the reception is giving me the stink eye”.
“I’ll be there in 5”, I said.
“See you”. He hung up.
I threw on what was cleanest – jeans, tank top and a cardigan – and grabbed my workbag.
I decided mascara and eyeliner would have to do today. Jax was just going to have to deal with the dark circles under my eyes.
I brushed my teeth, and was out the door.
Jax was leaning against his bike; when I got outside. His eyes lit up when he saw me.
“Hey, darlin’!”, he grinned. He put one hand on my waist, and another on my cheek; pulling me in for a light kiss. “You smell nice”.
“I call it eau de just got out of bed”, I chuckled.
“Hot”, Jax jeered.
I made a pfft sound; and took the helmet he handed me.
He drove us to a diner near my school. We got in a booth; Jackson deciding to sit next to me, instead of on the other side of the table.
The way he sat was almost protective. He put his arm behind me; and shielded me from the window.
“Is something wrong?”, I asked.
He frowned.
“Nah, it’s nothing”, he said. “Just wanted you close”. He kissed my cheek.
We ordered coffee and waffles; with enough chocolate syrup to feed a small country – Jax’s exact words to the waitress.
“How’ve you been since last time I saw you?”, he asked.
“Good. Work’s busy”, I said; trying to look sincere.
“Why don’t I believe you?”. He narrowed his eyes at me.
I sighed deeply.
“They’re making me do mandatory drug testing because of my records”.
He frowned.
“I thought you got that erased”, he said.
“Me too”, I muttered. “It’s fine, though. Ray’s been good about it. I’ll do tests every fortnight for 6 months, then once a month for the rest of the year”.
He took my hand.
“I’m sorry, darlin’”, he said quietly, and kissed my knuckles.
I smiled.
“I’ll be ok”.
Our food arrived not long after; and Jax chowed down as if he hadn’t eaten in days.
“Hungry, huh?”, I grinned.
“Hell yeah. I haven’t had proper meal since the buffet at my moms party”.
I pulled a face.
“Aw, man. I missed a buffet…”.
“It was good”, he teased. “I get it though. I was coming on a bit strong”.
I blushed.
“I didn’t mind”, I muttered.
He squeezed my thigh.
“Good. I’ll keep it up then”.
His words sent delightful shivers through my body.
We chatted about our last couple of days; with Jax making an impression of Abels face when he’d tried to feed him mushed peas the night before.
“I’m telling you; the kid looked at me like I was trying to poison him!”.
I laughed.
“At least he’s not pushing peas up his nose, yet”, I grinned.
“What?”, Jax laughed.
“I had a 6’thgrader do that at lunch on my first day at the school”, I said. “His friends dared him. He got it so far up there, I had to have him do a handstand; as I tried to get it out”.
“You’re a hero, babe”, Jax grinned.
We enjoyed the last of our coffee; as Jax put my hand to his lips again.
“I know this is still really early; but there’s something here – right?”, he said; looking at me earnestly.
I bit my lip.
“I think so”, I said.
He slid his index finger under my chin, to raise it – and kissed me softly.
“I want to give it a shot. I know you’re new in town, but… I dunno”.
“What?”, I asked.
“This is going to sound like a bad movie; but I think you were meant to come here. I was meant to meet you”. He kissed me again; and stroked my cheek. “I’m not going to pressure you in to anything; I know you’ve had enough of that in your life”.
I sighed, and turned my face to kiss his palm.
“When you’re around I feel safe and happy”, I said. “And I really like spending time with you… and your kid”.
He smirked.
“Yeah, Gemma told me you stopped by TM. Got the little dude to fall asleep within minutes”.
“I hope I don’t have the same effect on his dad”, I smirked.
“I’m sure you’d be able to keep me up all night”, Jax chuckled.
I bit my lip, and blushed.
The waitress came over with our check, and we got on Jax’s bike, so he could drive me to work.
We said goodbye with a long kiss – making some kids walking by drop their jaws.
“Bye, Cat”, Jax whispered in my ear.
He didn’t drive off until I was inside.
---
At the end of the school day, Jax had promised to pick me up again. I was waiting in my classroom as promised; when Opie showed up – filling out the doorframe.
“Hey, Cat”, he said. “Jax was held up, so I promised to give you a lift home”.
I hid my disappointment, and smiled at him.
“Thanks, Opie”.
“No worries”, he said. “I’m picking up Ellie too”.
We walked down the hall.
“How’s she doing?”, Opie asked quietly.
“Ellie?” asked. He nodded. “I haven’t known her any longer than a couple of days”.
Opie sighed.
“Can you say anything?”.
I bit my lip.
“She’s ok, I think. She’s really trying to improve her schoolwork; at least in my class”.
“Well, she likes you”, he smiled. “Told me to read that Caroline book to her”.
“Coraline, yeah”, I smiled. “It’s a good one”.
“Could you find us another one?”, the tall man asked. “We almost finished it already. I know she’s too old for bedtime stories…”.
“I’ll look at my collection”, I smiled. “And you’re never too old for bedtime stories”.
Opie stopped me just before the main doors of the building.
“I’m worried about her. Kenny too”, he muttered.
“They lost their mom. They have every right to be acting out or feeling sad… so do you”, I said.
He sent me a crooked smile.
“I guess so”.
I put my hand on his shoulder.
“Look, Opie…”, I began. “From what I’ve been told about your kids… Ellie is a perfectly strong and healthy pre-teen. She’s got a lot to work through; but she’s doing it. It’s not going to be ok tomorrow… but maybe the day after. You know what I’m saying?”.
He nodded at me, and smiled again.
“Thanks, teach’”. Opie squeezed my hand. “You’re a good one”.
---
Opies house was on the way to my motel; so he dropped of his kids with Lyla, before driving me home.
He walked me to my door; a move I thought was kind – if a bit overprotective.
“Promised Jax”, he smiled shyly. I nodded.
My door was unlocked. My breath hitched a bit, before I stepped inside.
On the nightstand stood a vase with a dozen pink roses.
I breathed heavily; and grabbed the card attached.
- A dozen roses for my Kitty Rose. J.
“Jax ain’t never been much of a poet”, Opie chuckled.
“It’s not Jax”, I muttered. “Will you get rid of them for me?”.
Opie frowned.
“Sure…”, he said. “Is something wrong?”.
I shook my head.
“No. It’s nothing. Really”. I tried to smile. “I’m just allergic”.
Opie narrowed his eyes, and took the vase.
“See you around”, he said. “Put on the security chain, ok?”.
I nodded.
“Bye”.
As soon as I had put on the chain, I called the motel reception. The woman on duty told me she’d accepted the flowers from a delivery-guy; and that she’d put them in my room herself. She was sure she’d locked the door; and apologized profusely.
I thanked her, and hung up.
He’s not here, I repeated to myself. He’s not here…
About 15 minutes later, my phone rang. I picked it up hesitantly.
“Yes?”
“Babe, are you ok?”. Jax’s voice was worried.
I exhaled deeply.
“Yeah. I’m fine”.
Jax wasn’t satisfied with my answer.
“Ope said you were out of it”. I didn’t answer. “Cat? Talk to me”.
“Flowers”, I said. “H-he sent me flowers”.
I could hear him grind his teeth in rage.
“Stay there. I’m coming to get you”.
“Jax, no”, I said. “I’m fine. He’s not here”.
“Cat, I’m not gonna…”.
“Stay where you are, Jackson”, I insisted. “Opie said you were in the middle of something. I’ll see you around, ok?”.
His voice shifted.
“Are you mad at me?”, he asked.
“No, Jax… I’m just… It’s been a long day. I need to get some rest”.
“Yeah”, he muttered. “Sorry I wasn’t there”.
“It’s ok, babe”. I tried to show my smile in my voice. “I know you would have been, if you could”.
He sighed.
“Yeah, I would”, he said.
“Jax, I need to take a nap”. My head was spinning from exhaustion.
“Ok. I’ll call tomorrow”.
“I’d like that”, I muttered. “Bye”.
“Bye…”.
---
I got a good morning text shortly after I woke. I was relieved, as I’d been worried, I’d pushed Jax away after our conversation.
- Good morning, beautiful. The kid just puked on my sneakers; and I thought of you.
- That’s flattering. Good morning to you!
- It was green. I think it’s the peas. Your tits looked amazing in that tank top yesterday.
- Try potatoes instead. Thanks. So did yours.
- My tits? Yeah, I try.
- Have a good day, Jackson ;-)
- I will if I get to see you at some point.
I was hoping he’d have time to see me that day – with all his business dealings.
My wish was fulfilled that same afternoon.
Ellie was giving me back Coraline; and I lent her Pippi Longstocking.
“I know it’s about a 9-yearold; but it’s really good. Give it a chance”.
Ellie smiled and thanked me.
“Hey!”, someone said from the door. Jax was smiling brightly at us. “Your dad is outside, Els’”.
The girl whispered bye, and walked by Jackson, earning a kiss at the top of her head from her dad’s friend.
“See you later, sweetheart”, Jax smiled at the girl.
The lanky biker walked in to my classroom.
“Wow”, he said. “It even smells the same”.
I chuckled.
“Your old classroom?”, I asked.
“Yeah”, he smiled. “It hasn’t changed much”.
He walked up to a table in the back; wiping the surface.
“Ha!”, he called out in glee. “Even the same desk”.
I walked up next to him, and looked at what he was smiling about.
Someone – probably Jackson himself – had carved the words Jax SOA into the surface.
“Badass”, he chuckled.
I laughed.
“So nothing’s changed, huh?”, I smiled.
He put his hand on my cheek.
“Well, the teacher didn’t look this cute”, he smirked; and leaned in – pecking softly at my lips.
Heat went straight to my core; and I shook myself – clearing my throat.
“I need to finish up”, I smiled, biting my lips.
“Yeah…”, Jax muttered, and slid his other hand around my waist; kissing me again. “I think I remember there being a broom closet down the hall…”.
I chuckled.
“I’m not getting fired the first week of work!”, I said.
He exhaled.
“Ok”.
He kissed my cheek, and stepped away.
I packed up the rest of my things, and we left the room. Walking down the hall I sent a friendly hello to a coworker. She looked from Jax to me, and smiled knowingly.
“You’re pretty famous around here”, I said.
“Yeah… I set the bleachers on fire once”, he said, almost proudly.
“I’ve set a few fires myself”, I smiled.
He looked at me in wonder.
“You?”, he chuckled.
I looked at him with mock menace.
“There are things you don’t know…”.
He slid his arm around my shoulder.
“I’m sure there are, darlin’”.
Once outside, Jax walked me to my car. I saw Ellie getting into a truck with Opie; and waved at them. Ellie smiled, and waved back, and Opie looked at his daughter with pure love.
“He seems nice”, I said.
Jax nodded solemnly.
“He’s my best friend since we were in diapers. I trust him with my life”. His eyes were earnest and warm.
“Why did you decide to drop by?”, I asked.
“I missed your face”, he smiled. “And, I gotta leave town for a few days”.
I bit my lip.
“Where are you going?”.
He shook his head.
“Best you don’t know”, he said. “Not everything I do is… auto-parts”.
I nodded.
“I kind of figured that out on my own”, I muttered.
He looked at me nervously.
“Is that a problem?”, he asked.
I shrugged; not knowing what to say.
“You’re not the only one with a past… but I doubt mine is as dark as yours”.
I bit my lip; and he stroked my cheek.
“If you want to pull out of this; I get it”.
I shook my head.
“We just started this”, I said. “Can we just figure it out as we go?”.
“Sure”, Jax smiled; and leant in to kiss me again.
Our lips were like made to meet. He nibbled at my top lip, as I suckled at his lower one. He groaned against my mouth.
“Shit, Cat”, he breathed. “You’re making it hard to walk away from you”.
I smiled; and pecked at his lips once more, before pushing against his chest; forcing him to step back. He squeezed my hip for a second before letting go.
“All right”, he said. “I’ll call you, ok?”.
I nodded.
“When will you be back?”.
“Sunday, hopefully”, he said. “See you then?”.
“Sure”, I smiled. “Take care”.
He raised his chin at me, and grinned.
“Always”.
Jax got on his bike, and drove off.
---
The next day dragged along. Jax called me in the evening, but sounded very far away, and like he had his mind on other things.
“Sorry babe. Things are… busy”.
“I get it. Just be careful, and call me tomorrow”.
I heard a loud pop; like firework.
“I will. Bye”. He hung up.
Saturday; I went to lunch with Lyla. It was good to have a new friend; Lyla was funny and intelligent - and she had the best advice on getting the tastiest caffeine kicks.
I didn’t hear from Jackson all day.
He neither called or texted Sunday morning or afternoon either. I was getting nervous that he’d changed his mind; and even more nervous that something had happened to him.
Finally – at around 5 pm – my cell rang. I didn’t recognize the number.
“Hello?”, I said.
“Hey, darlin’”, Jax’s voice sounded.
“Hey…”, I answered with relief.
“Sorry I didn’t call before. It’s been a day…”. He sounded tired.
“Are you ok?”, I muttered.
“Yeah, just happy to hear your voice”, he answered. “I’ll be back in town at around 8 pm. Is that too late for a drink?”.
“What, at the clubhouse?”, I asked.
“Yeah”, he said. “I need to drop off some stuff there”.
“I’ll be there”.
I heard him sigh in relief. It made me smile.
“Good… I missed you”, he said.
“I’ll see you there”, I smiled.
“See you, Cat”. He hung up.
At 8.15 I arrived at TM. I’d walked; hoping for a ride home from my knight on his mechanical steed.
Jax was smoking a cigarette on the picnic table where we’d shared our first kiss. He looked tired.
When he saw me, he stood up, and walked over to embrace me. His arms enveloped me; as if he was drawing energy from me.
He smelled my hair.
“I missed you, dollface”, he muttered; and lifted my chin to kiss me.
I pecked his lips softly; putting my hands on his firm, flannel-covered chest.
“You’re never gonna settle on a nickname for me, huh?”, I smiled.
“How can I, when you’re all the things I call you?”, he smirked; and met lips again. “Let’s get you a drink”.
We walked in to the clubhouse; which was a lot less crowded than the last time I’d been there.
In the light of the room, I saw that Jax had a bruise on his cheekbone.
“What happened?”, I asked.
He shook his head.
“Business deal that could have gone better”.
I saw that both Happy and Juice’s faces were bruised; and Chibs was stitching up a wound on Tig’s shoulder.
“Jax…”, I said. He took my hand.
“Don’t worry about it”, he smiled. “We’re fine”.
I sighed.
“Is this normal?”.
“Lately, more so”, Jackson muttered. “Can we just have that drink now? I want to think about something else”. I nodded.
We had a beer together; Jax’s hand resting on my knee as we sat by the bar. He let his thumb stroke my leg, sending small warm signals to my core. I bit my lip.
“Do you need a ride home?”, Jax asked. I noticed the clock nearing 10.
“Don’t you have to get home to Abel?”, I said.
“Mom’s got him until tomorrow”, he smiled.
“Then, yeah. Thanks”, I smiled.
---
We drove back to the motel.
Jax walked me to my door, holding my hand all the way.
“You gonna be ok?”, he asked softly.
“Yeah…”, I said; running my thumb across his jawline. “Do… you want to stay?”.
He raised his brows at me.
“You know I do, darlin’”, he said. “But, like I said a couple of days ago… I don’t want to push you into doing anything you’ll regret”.
I sighed.
“I… had a couple of days to think”.
He exhaled deeply and gave me a crooked smile.
“If I go in to that room with you, we both know what’s going to happen”.
“Would it make you think less of me?”, I asked.
“Not at all”, he said honestly. “But you have to be sure, because if I… I don’t think I’ll be able to stop myself”, he chuckled.
“Then come in. And don’t stop”.
I grabbed a hold of his cut; and pulled him in for a kiss. He groaned against me.
“Shit, babe… what are you doing to me?”, he muttered against my lips.
“Nothing good, I hope”, I smirked.
I opened the door, and stepped inside, waiting for him to follow. He bit his lip, and his blue eyes searched mine for a second – before he stepped inside, closing and locking the door behind him.
“Why?”, he asked.
“Because whatever I don’t know about you, can’t outweigh what I’ve seen so far. You’re a good guy, and I think…”.
He interrupted my sentence by kissing me; and pulling me flush against his body.
“Let me know if you change your mind at any point”.
I nodded.
“Don’t worry”, I smiled. “Just keep kissing me”.
He smiled brightly, and put a hand behind my head; pulling my lips to his again. Our tongues met; and the soft touch of his, sent shivers down my spine. What else can you do with that tongue?
Continuously kissing me; he backed me towards the edge of the bed. I felt it against the back of my knees; and almost fell backwards; Jacksons hand on my back the only thing keeping me standing.
He shrugged off his cut; leaving him in his blue flannel and a t-shirt. I ran my hands up his torso; relishing in the sensation of his firmness – and then pushed his shirt down his shoulders, helping him take that off as well.
Jackson grabbed the hem of my top; and pulled it up. I raised my arms in the air, so he could pull it off me.
He looked down at my chest.
“Yeah… that’s just about the most perfect thing I’ve seen all week”, he smirked.
“Just about?”, I teased.
“You’re still wearing a bra”, he said.
He ran his hands down my sides; stopping at the tattoo on my left rib.
“You’re inked”, he smiled.
“I’ve got a few”, I answered.
“I’ll have to go exploring”, he said; pulling up my hand to his face, kissing the tiny one on the inside of my wrist.
I tugged at his t-shirt; and he pulled it off quickly, leaving his torso bare. Abel was written in intricate lettering on his chest. I stroked my fingers across it, and smiled warmly.
He caught my smile with his lips; stroking my arms.
“Here’s another”, he said, finding the ink on the back on my arm. “That all?”.
“Yeah”, I said. “No, wait. There’s one on my foot”.
He pushed me down to sit on the bed; leaving me face to face with the growing bulge on the front of his jeans.
“Which foot?”.
“Right one”, I smiled.
He crouched down in front of me, and pulled of my right ankle-boot and sock.
“Cute”, he said, sliding his index finger over the tiny lettering on my foot. It tickled, and I giggled.
“Sorry”, he laughed.
“It’s fine”, I said; and pulled his head towards me to kiss me again.
He tugged at my lower lip, and I brushed my fingers down his back. Moving his lips to my neck; I could lean forward and see the large tattoo there.
He nibbled gently at my skin; and a rush of blood went to my core; making me moan a little.
“Did I find your spot?”, he breathed.
“Mhmm…”, I said, biting my lip
“I’ll keep that in mind”, he chuckled.
He stood up again; and I hooked my fingers into his waistband. His breath caught, and I felt the fabric twitch from his growing erection. He undid his belt-buckle for me; and I unbuttoned his jeans; tugging at them. He pulled them off; and was now standing in front of me in a pair of white boxers – pitching an impressive tent.
I bit my lips in glee; and wrapped my hand around his clothed member.
Jackson gasped.
“Shit, babe. I’ll let you play with it all you want, but I want you naked first”.
He pushed me to lie down; leaning over me – supporting himself on his elbows – to put his lips to mine. He put a hand on my breast; and kissed and nibbled at the lace on my bra.
“Can I take this off?”, he asked; his eyes searching mine.
I supported myself on my elbows, and his hands slid behind me – unhooking the unwanted garment. He pulled it off me, and stared at my breasts in wonder.
“Wow…”, he said. “That is… something”, he muttered.
He pushed my breasts together; and wrapped his lips around my nipple, tugging at it softly.
I gasped at the sensation. Sparks flew straight from my nipple to my core, and I mewled in response.
Jax began kissing down my stomach, ending up at the waistband of my jeans.
“I guess asking is kind of redundant at this point, huh?”, he smirked up at me; and I grinned at him.
He unbuttoned my jeans; and tugged at them; as I lifted my hips, to help him maneuver them off me.
Quickly discarding my other boot and sock; he pulled of my pants completely; throwing them behind him.
I was now laying before him in nothing but my panties.
He looked me over, and narrowed his eyes.
“You said there was no more ink”. His fingers stroked the small tattoo on my thigh.
“Woops”, I smirked. “Forgot”.
He tsk’d at me.
“How am I going to be able to trust you’re not hiding anything else?”, he said; and squeezed the skin around my tattoo; making me jolt from the sweet pain.
“There really isn’t”, I laughed.
He hooked his fingers into my panties; tugging at them.
“Need to be sure…”, he muttered; and pulled my underwear off me; leaving me finally naked. He raised his brows, and smiled crookedly. “That’s… better than a tattoo”.
I giggled in response.
Jackson slid his hands up my thighs; letting his fingers rest on my hips – his thumbs stroking my soft curls.
He exhaled deeply.
“This right here… I could get used to this”, he smiled; and kissed the soft skin just above my pubic hair.
His warm breath against my private parts, made me jolt again. He lowered his lips to my folds; and placed a soft kiss on my bud.
“Shit”, I mewled.
I heard him chuckle; and his tongue flicked against the bundle of nerves – before he gently slid his finger between my labia; stroking up and down. His tongue replaced his finger; taking the same path.
I put my hand on his head, grabbing at his hair.
“Don’t worry; I’m not going anywhere”, he smiled against me; before continuing his slow assault on my folds.
His finger began tracing the outline of my entrance. I was gasping and moaning. My walls were already throbbing from want.
His finger made its way inside me; soon joined by another.
Jax flattened his tongue; and licked upwards; before his lips closed around my nub; suckling at it.
“Jax…”, I gasped.
“Mhmm…?”, he mumbled; not taking his lips away from their target.
“Just… more… don’t stop”.
My legs were twitching; and he used his free arm to hold down my hips. I looked down at him; and his eyes were smiling devilishly at me.
He suckled a bit harder; and his fingers crooked – pushing at my front wall.
“Please…”, I breathed.
“Mmm…”, he responded.
The fingers inside me pushed harder and faster; though still carefully. He was trying to figure out what made me tick.
His tongue massaged my labia, and he flicked it over my clit, drawing a loud moan from me.
My walls clenched around his fingers; and I came undone.
I cried out, as I orgasmed against his face.
Jax lapped up my juices, and slowed down his movements again, letting me ride out my pleasure.
He looked up at me.
“How was that?”, he smiled.
“Holy shit”, I gasped, and laughed. My body was trembling; and he climbed up next to me; gently pulling his fingers out of me in the process.
He wiped his face and beard of my juices; and kissed me gently.
I wrapped my leg around his hip; and ran my hand down his torso; palming his penis.
My arms and legs we’re still shaking slightly; and I massaged his bulge.
“Do you want…”, I began.
“Some other time, babe”, he smiled. “Gives me something to look forward to. Right now; I want to get inside you”.
He stood up and pulled down his boxers; making me gawk at the perfect specimen in front of me.
“I’m ok with that…”, I smiled, and bit my lip.
I moved back on the bed; so my feet were no longer on the floor.
Jackson crawled over me; his hardness poking at my thighs. He stroked my cheek; and I pulled his face down to kiss him; running my tongue across his lower lip.
“Careful. This might end sooner than I’d want it to”, he groaned. I chuckled; and took a hold of his penis; guiding it towards my warmth.
Making his tip slick with my juices; I pushed him against my entrance. He slid into me slowly – letting me adjust to his size.
“Shit, you’re tight”, he breathed.
“Maybe you’re just big”, I moaned.
“Keep talking, baby. I’m liking the words coming out your mouth”, he chuckled; pushed into me fully – bottoming out.
We moaned in unison.
Jax began moving; grabbing my thigh, to put my leg around his hip.
His thrusts were controlled – gentle.
My hands on his back; I could feel his muscles working under his skin, as he pulled his body back and forth on top of me. I pulled him towards me; wanting to feel his weight. His chest touching my nipples made me moan.
Jax moved his hand from my thigh to my ass-cheek; digging his fingers into it.
“Let me know if I’m too rough”, he panted.
“More”, I breathed, and he smiled in response; bottoming out again. “Oh… God!”, I mewled.
“It’s just me, babe”, Jackson chuckled. “I’m liking this look on you”.
He kissed me deeply; and I ran my nails down his back; feeling his hardness fill me up perfectly.
Jax pulled out of me; leaving me aching for more.
“Turn around”, he whispered. I rolled over; and he ran his hand down my back; before squeezing both my cheeks. “Perfect”, he said; and kissed the dimples at the small of my back – before guiding me to get on my knees; chest still on the mattress.
Jax pushed in to me again; hitting that perfect spot his fingers had found before. I cried out in pleasure.
“Good or bad?”, he asked.
“So good”, I panted. He chuckled behind me; and began thrusting again; putting more force into his movements. “Baby”, he gasped. “You…”. He couldn’t finish the sentence; but continued thrusting.
I was grabbing on to the pillow, and lifting my head – making my back arch for him.
“Goddamn”, he moaned. He grasped my butt-cheek again, before giving it a light slap.
“More”, I mewled. He laughed, and spanked me harder.
I tightened the muscles in my core; drawing a gasp and a hiss from Jax.
“Do it again”, he moaned. I repeated the move. “Shit, babe”, he gasped; and pushed hard into me.
His hand moved from my ass to my front; finding my clit, and stroking it to the rhythm of his thrusts. Soon I didn’t need to clench my muscles on purpose; as he was drawing me nearer to my undoing.
I cried out as I came for a second time; clenching hard around Jax’s cock – which made him thrust in to me with relentless want. He was moving towards his own high.
“Shit, Cat. You’re gonna make me…”. He cried out; and came inside me.
I was still clenching around him as he gently pulled himself out, and laid down next to me; sweaty, and with a grin on his face.
“Wow”, he panted; and pulled me towards him; kissing my forehead. My body was trembling from the pleasure I’d just felt.
“Yeah”, I breathed; trying to control my breath.
Looking down his naked body, his eyes went wide.
“Crap. I didn’t ask…”.
“The pill”, I said. “And I’m clean”. I smiled.
“Me too”, he smirked.
He kissed my lips, and wrapped his arms around me, holding me close. I tried to pull away.
“I want to get cleaned up”, I muttered, smiling crookedly.
“Let me get it”, he said, and stepped out of the bed, walking naked into the bathroom. “Gotta piss anyway”.
“Prince Charming”, I chuckled.
He laughed at me, over his shoulder; and closed the door to the bathroom behind him.
I laid on the bed; still panting – when my phone rang in my jeans pocket on the floor. I crawled across the bed to get it. There was no caller id.
“Hello?”, I said.
“Hi, kitty”, a voice I recognized breathed.
My whole body froze.
“You can’t call me. My number is unregistered”, I said with bated breath.
“Yes, it was hard to track down you down”, the voice said. “But, you know – my job gives me a few perks”.
“I don’t want to talk to you…”, I said.
“Catherine, listen… I know we’ve had our differences. But let’s move beyond that, ok? Did you get the flowers I sent your school? I sent some to the motel as well, just in case. Congrats on the new job!...”.
I hung up.
I heard Jax flush the toilet, and wash his hands. He stepped back into the room with a wet washcloth for me. Seeing my expression, his eyes went dark.
“What’s wrong?”, he demanded.
I looked at the phone in my hand.
“He…”, I began. I started breathing heavily. Jax took the phone from me, looking up the call list. His lips drew back in a snarl.
“Was it him?”.
I nodded, on the verge of tears.
Jacksons expression softened when he looked at me. He climbed onto the bed; and wrapped his arms around me – holding me impossibly close.
“Hey, hey… it’s gonna be ok. He can’t get you here”.
“H-he sent flowers to my job”, I stammered. “He knows where I am”.
Jax kissed the top of my head.
“No more running, baby”, he said. “You’re with me now. You’re safe”.
He gently cleaned me off; and tucked me in.
“Will you stay here?”, I said.
He smiled warmly.
“I’m not going anywhere”, he said quietly; and got under the covers with me – wrapping his body around mine.
After a few minutes of heavy breathing; and Jax running his fingers through my hair – my body relaxed.
“You should take a personal day tomorrow”, he said; his baby blues looking deeply into my eyes.
“I can’t”, I said. “I just started… I have to go on like everything is normal. It’s the only way I’ll…”. I shook my head; unable to finish my sentence.
Jackson sighed; and chewed his lip.
“I’ll drive you to work tomorrow”, he said. “I need to stop by my house first; see the kid”.
“I don’t have to be at work until 10”, I said.
“Good”, he smiled. “Gives me a little more time with you”.
He kissed me softly, and stroked my jaw. I ran a finger over the bruise on his cheekbone.
“I like you, Jackson”, I whispered.
“I like you too”, he smiled; and put his forehead to mine. “Get some sleep, doll. I’ll be here in the morning”.
I slept better than I had in a long time, that night.
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#jax teller#jax teller fic#jax teller x oc#jackson teller#jackson teller fic#sons of anarchy fic#sons of anarchy
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Mu-yeol volunteered to deliver the flyers for the winter showcase to Swynlake businesses because he grew tired of hearing the dance moms argue about who had to do it, when he was just trying to watch the dance class through the window. Honestly! He was almost glad his son aged out soon so he didn’t have to deal with them much longer.
After dropping the stack at Hatters, he thought he’d pause for a tea break. Resting the flyers on the table, under a croissant in a paper bag, he was sat at a small table with his tea. He’d been prepared to drink it quickly and hit the rest of the shops when from the corner of his eye he recognized the woman who’d just turned around from the order line to hunt for a seat.
No way in hell, he was back in town, then? What a pleasure to run into her! He wondered if she’d even recognize him -- jingles, it must have been two years since he last did work for her parents. Didn’t she get married a few years back?
“Vixey!” Marlin said as she walked in his general direction, loud enough to get her attention but hopefully quiet enough not to startle her. “Er, hello. Sorry, I just wanted to say hi, I didn’t know you were in town.”
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A TM FB ground asked ‘’What do you love about fen’’ I had a lot to say...
Alright, so I am procrastinating to do something else so let me write why I love fen.
Something Brittany said as she was saying goodbye to her character was how Fen was born to be a side character and became a hero. I remember starting to cry after hearing that because this is exactly why I adore her.
I had an abusive relationship where the guy didn't even realize how abusive he was and destroyed the little self-confidence I had build in myself after years of bullying and not being smart enough in math for my high school. And then I decided to stop dating and rebuild myself and it is by mistake that I fell in love with my husband (We both didn't want to date, the irony) and when he introduced me to The Magicians he told me I’d associate with Fen. Most likely because I’d love her kindness and princess-y vibe. What he didn't expect is that I loved her for so much more than that
Fen comes from a world that doesn't value women the same as men. In a world where her father refuses to show her how to make magical blades because she was a girl . And yet, she learns how to use them and how to sharpen them with whetstone, despite not what a woman should do. She learned her father’s craft enough that she was able to appreciate a good blade (The couple’s torture device) or even know the difference between a blade cut vs an animal one (S03E02)
Fen was raised with the only goal to be a wife; one day it might happen that a stranger comes at their door and she will have to marry him without even saying anything, so her family could rise in the rank of Fillorian royalty. And arrive, Eliot who married her, thinking he would die and not to have to handle her, so when he came back alive she had to manage to be newlywed to a self-destructive man.
Tick never valued her or the pesant, we see her face when he get means to the FU fighter, and I am sure it is not the only side remark Tick has done toward her; she was never one of the ‘’royalty’’.
One of their first conversation in the castle is how she wants to be obedient to him. which means she was told to be so, and probably that her job was also to produce an heir. Her job was to be the quiet wife of the High King and provide lineage. But that is not what happens. Despite Eliot saying he wanted her to be his equal, it took nearly 4 seasons for him to do so. He dismissed her, never told her when he left or what would happen and only truly cared when she was in danger or taken over by the fairy. Fen only knew what she had to do: be a wife and give a baby . But Eliot was not attracted to her and would never love her and Margo gave her baby away.
So this leads us to her breakdown. Margo and Eliot clearly didn’t know what to do with her because they let her be in a psychosis where she was carrying a log as a baby, but losing her baby to the fairies was Fen's last straw. I think she was starting to accept that Eliot would never love her and that she might be able to help Fillory by staying with Eliot (’’You think I stay because of how deeply attracted to me you are. I love Fillory. It is my home’’ - S02E06) and losing her baby, the one thing she knew she could provide, was just too much; everything she was told to be and do she could not.
This is why Margo giving her the crown as an Acting King in the end of S03 is HUGE. Not only she became the first crowned Fillorian (Tick never wore it) but it was also a sign for Margo to recognized that during season 3, she was learning how to heal and becoming her own person. Not Eliot's wife, but fen. There is this amazing moment where Fen says to Eliot that she can’t go to her old life and they are stuck together. This is both of them admiring their marriage will never work, but they promised to care for one another and they will. At least, they try. They do.
If Julia showed Fen that healing of trauma is complicated but does not mean going toward a darker you, Margo showed Fen how to be her own voice. Not to be Eliot’s wife or Margo’s confidente, but Fen. Margo even let her lead the quest and make her own mistake before saving her from fraud (S04E08) because Margo knows that she would stay naive if she is never given the chance to do something on her own. Even more, when Margo learns that Fen wants to overthrow her, she trusts and know her enough that this is not a back-stabbing move but something bigger, and she accepts her fate in order to save Eliot, but also making sure Fen will be safe (’’I curse you Fen! But be nice to her!’’ S04E09) Fen will try to lead like Margo leads, being daring and trying to use her power to help; this is how her and Josh discover The Secret Sea in the castle after all.
But then she gets abandoned in the past and learns that Margo had given up on saving her and even tried to kill her in the heat of a battle. While part of it could be forgiven (margo was wolfing hard let's be real) That is when Fen stop seeing Margo on a pedestal. (S05E03) She discovers that Margo, much like Eliot, has severe flaws. This doesn't mean that she will stop caring about her, but that she will be able to have her own voice when talking to her.
Season 5, now having a voice, she had to struggle just like Kady not to be the one in the background that nobody listens. If more than once she is ignored and that some of them are just cruel for no apparent reason when they need her she decide to say no. To call their bullshit and say that they would try harder to save Earth if it was happening on their planet. Eliot teaches her then what it means to have a voice and to be a hero; sometimes there is no perfect solution, just two choices and you take the less shitty. She learns there that having a voice is to listen to what other say and then put your own knowledge into the group instead of trying to do like Margo and stump on everyone with her idea. (S05E11) We see her during the heist episode, she use herself being FIllorian to insure her friend security (S05E12) and this confidence was totally new for Fen. I don't think she would have been able to put her life on the line without what Eliot had told her before).
Lastly, Fen wanted to be a mom. Losing her baby will be a trauma she will have to live with forever. But it is beautiful that, in a sense, she carried Fillory within her (i Mean literally) until it was ready to be hatched. (S05E12-13) FIllory 2.0 is her baby, she will be forever the mother of the land, forever linked with the history of the one place she loved and defended from the moment we met her.
I love fen for all those reasons. Because sometimes, rebuilding yourself after trauma is messy and full of mistakes. But when you are ready to listen to your friends, to forgive and to stand up for what you believe, you can become a version of yourself nobody ever believes you could ever be. I am pretty sure if she’d go back to her dad, he would not recognize his daughter. This proud and self assured woman who, despite her trauma, seek to find good and kindness in people, try to forgive those who hurt her and also, fucking put fillory in her vagina.
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