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🐍 Track 2 - . . . Ready for It?

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Logan had a new phone. And for the first time in a while, it felt nice to just be disconnected from the world for a bit. The people who truly mattered had his phone number. His Instagram had been wiped, along with every other social media. The American had gone dark. 

And apparently you had done the same thing. 

His parents and brother knew where he would be, just in case for emergencies. However, he asked them to not text much. He needed time away, well, away from the current grid. It hurt him, seeing how supportive everyone was with Theo. No one had ever congratulated him when he first got signed. Hell, even Oscar hadn’t known right away, claiming he had forgotten. 

Of course, he had given you his new number because you’d be the only person he previously knew that he’d still be in contact with. You also gave Logan you’re new number, having similar ideas to your friend. 

Well, he had given George his new number. The Briton had texted his old number in a panic-like manner when Logan deactivated everything. Under a temporary contract, Logan wasn’t legally allowed to tell George anything except that he was safe and needed time away. 

The brunet was not happy with that, but he let Logan know that if he needed anything, he would come running. A bit of happiness let itself seep into Logan’s heart, thankful for the Mercedes driver’s friendship. 

When he had read the email after the social media posts went up, his mind blanked. 

What did Andretti want with him? A washed-out jobless nobody. He believes they should have been looking at someone like Carlos or even Ollie, who was making good times in F2 car. It had to be anyone but him. 

So why was it him? 

He had been about to call you when you had first facetimed him on his laptop. He couldn’t even get words about before you started screeching. Logan chuckled as you went on a rant, as this could be their big break. His silence had given you a look into how he was truly feeling. 

Your voice had quieted down on the device. 

“You’re going to take the offer right?” 

Logan winced at your tone, which gave you the information you needed. You rolled your eyes as you sat on your bed. 

“Logan, we were just dropped by two teams that didn’t even want us. They pushed us away like we were nothing. And now, there’s a team with top potential that truly wants us, and you don’t want to take the opportunity?” 

The American boy sighed. You had a point. 

“I’m just scared that I’m going to get there, and then make a fool out of myself. Then Michael is going to see how truly bad of a driver I am,” he hugged out. 

You could hear the fear in his voice, and it devastated you. Where did your confident and smiley boy go? Williams would pay for it, one way or another. 

You were hesitant to say something. 

“Logan, even if our times aren’t what we’re wanting at first, Michael said that we will get better. He’s sent my manager some data and it looks like we are scarily similar with our driving styles. Logan, the car is going to be made for us. Michael made sure that I knew that we’d have a chance, because I’m not driving if you’re not. Together or nothing, we come as a package.” 

Logan sat up quickly off his bed. He glared at you through his laptop.

“You did not just quote Charles Leclerc to me.” 

“And what if I did?”  

“No, you can’t give this offer up if I don’t drive.” 

You glared back at him, although you had a smile. 

“It’s either both of us, or none of us. I’m tired of never seeing you, and you need a friend you can count on. I’m sorry to say but Oscar has done a very shit job of being your friend. I’d say that George is a better friend than him.” 

Logan sighed. “No, you’re right. It’s just hard to accept that.” 

Your smile dropped a bit. 

“Logan, he was supposed to be your friend and then he dropped you. Everyone had dropped you so many times and you’ve been the one to pick yourself back up. But now, you’ve been dropped a final time, yet someone wants to be the first to help you back up, to clean your wounds, and to heal you. And now you don’t even want that?” 

You had a point. 

Like always. 

“Your words never seem to fail me woman.” 

“That’s because men are the inferior being.” 

Logan snorted. 

“Will I see you in Milan next week?” you asked with hopeful eyes. Logan could see the glimmer that shined in them. He didn’t want to be the person to damped that. 

“I will see you in Milan.” 

The first thing that popped into Logan’s mind when he got to the base was “Holy Shit.” 

The building was massive as he walked through the giant doors. He really thought that this was a movie set with how grand it was. Surely this couldn’t it? Maybe he had the wrong address. 

“Mr. Sargeant?” 

Or maybe he did. His body turned to the lady standing near the front desk. He showed a smile that was definitely a tad too wide and showed too many teeth. Thankfully the lady didn’t show any malice as she sweetly grinned at the blond. 

“Yes ma’am. That’s me.” 

Always the good southern-hospitality manners with him. 

“I’m glad you could make it. If you’d follow me, Michael is waiting in his office for you.” 

Logan breathed a sigh of relief when he finally knew that he didn’t have to circumnavigate the entirety of the building. 

The air was fresh as he walked behind the lady, who he now knew as Marissa Andretti, Michael’s sister and Head of Directors. Her own American accent was like a comforting blanket to Logan. Gosh, did he miss hearing a familiar voice to his own during 2023. 

The one voice he couldn’t wait to hear was your own. He knew he’d be safe once he heard the lisps of a Southern draw when you talked. The slurred vowels and the biting consonants would be music to his ears. 

“How have you liked the simulator and the data so far?” Marissa asked as she led Logan down yet another hallway. How big was this building and were they leading him to his death? 

Yet, despite his concerns, Logan was very happy with the results. 

“The car is already so fast. It’s like it’s just an extension of me instead of working against me. It feels so right.” 

Technically, Logan had been on the first plane to Milan to start testing, as his own anxiety wouldn’t let him wait until the week was up. You had your own simulator back in the States, so you did your testing there. Logan had been back in London when the email came, and his set up was not going to function with the high tech that Andretti needed. 

Marissa smiled over her shoulder. “Good, that is exactly what we are wanting to hear.” 

Finally, she stopped in front of a door that had a giant-ass A on the front. Logan wanted to laugh at the cinematics. Surely, this was a movie and he was going to be the main character. Marissa pushed a button and the door slowly swung open. 

Logan’s smile grew once he saw you in one of the very plush seats in front of the desk. You immediately stood up and jumped into his arms. He breathed deeply and all weight slowly melted from his body. It had been so long since he had gotten to hug you, hold you, feel you. 

When you pulled away, you had a blinding smile on your face. 

“Glad to see you here Logs.” 

His nose scrunched at the old nickname. 

“I don’t think you’ve called me that since we were 12, Y/n.” 

You huffed. 

“Fine, no nickname for you.” 

“I take it back. I ban you from calling me Logan.” 

“Isn’t that your name?” 

“No?” 

“Logs!” 

“Ah there it is!” 

A cough signaled to Logan that they weren’t actually alone. He sheepishly turned around to face the man who, hopefully after this meeting, would be his boss for a couple of years. Logan turned his full body towards the desk and stepped with his hand outstretched. 

Michael had a knowing smile as he shook Logan’s hand. 

“I am so sorry sir, I didn’t even realize that you were already here, and I haven’t seen her in a while, and it’s so good to just here the accents because the grid is entirely too European and Asian, sometimes I couldn’t even understand them, and…” 

Michael put his hands on Logan’s shoulders. 

“It’s just fine kid. I totally get you.” 

Logan visibly relaxed under Michael’s hands. 

“Now, why don’t you sit down and we can start talking contracts.” 

Logan lit up at the word. 

“Contracts?”

You gave him a smirk. 

“Yes Logs, contracts.” 

Logan felt as though he couldn’t breathe. But this time, it was with excitement and not dread. His butt quickly found the seat next to yours. Marissa left the room with promises of coming back with celebratory drinks. 

Michael pulled out two small stacks of paper before he started speaking. 

“So, I’ve talked with both of your managers and we’ve come up with a contract. You two can look over it as I read the big details. The finer print is stuff that you both have already previously gone over, but you are still encouraged to look over it one final time.”

You and Logan had the same exact papers. 

In the initial emailing process, the two of you had voiced that you were a packaged deal. Logan was surprised to see that Michael had said that he wouldn’t want it any other way and was glad to possibly not have to deal with drivers hating each other. Logan thought anything would be better than Brocedes 2016. 

You looked down at the words as Michael read them out loud. 

“Ok, so in the contract, the two of you will be signed until 2027. There is an exit clause in section C, but we are not allowed to terminate prior to 2027. The two of you will be granted ambassadorship with whatever sponsors we’ve received. The sponsorships are in section E and it gives a rundown of each one and what they will be contributing to the team. 

“Per secrecy of wanting to keep the identities secret until we reach the grid for testing, the two of you will go under pseudonyms.” 

You raised an eyebrow. 

“Like a call sign?” 

Marissa flashed a wicked grin. 

“Exactly like a call sign.” 

You continued, “Do we get to come up with them?” 

Michael clasped his hands. “So we thought that Y/n could go by Phoenix and then Logan would go Venus.” 

Your eyes widened as you took in the name. Wasn’t too bad, you thought. 

Logan let out a sigh of relief. “At least it’s not like Eagle or something. That would be super obvious.” 

The boss-man chuckled before he looked back down at the contract. 

“Since the two of you did not specify a salary, we took the liberty to come up with one ourselves. But please feel free to mention what you’d like and we can always raise it. We also liked to put in that for every point scored, the two of you get a bonus as a little incentive. The salary will not be dropped no matter if points are scored or not. Think of it as a baseline.” 

Michael chuckled as he watched yours and Logan’s eyes drastically widen at the sight of the eight digits before the decimal. Logan gulped at the sight. 

“Michael, I think you added too many zeros.” 

“I think I didn’t add enough.” 

Logan couldn’t respond. 

You looked up from the paper to Michael. “I think it’s high enough.” 

The goateed-man smiled back at you and continued. 

“I’ve seen the skills parts on your resumes and thankfully the two of you do not need to learn Italian from scratch. I don’t even know when the two of you had time to learn it, but thankfully it is not required in meetings or in the garage.” 

Logan smirked as he looked at the words. 

“What’s the fun in that? We can have secret conversations with ourselves.” 

You tapped his shoulder. 

“Except Ferrari will know and maybe Lewis.” 

“I’ll have my Duolingo account at the ready.” 

Michael watched as the two of you pored over the papers and bickered like an old married couple. He and Marissa already had a bet going to see when the two of you would get together. But, you didn’t need to know that.

“I digress. You can speak in Italian if you want to. The next couple of sections are just PR related. The two of you wanted to bring you own teams in, which is fine. I’ve sent emails and meeting times to each of them and have been replied to. All is in motion. Logan, you mentioned something to me once about your personal trainer leaving?” 

A sigh left his lips at the mention of Benny. He really didn’t want anyone else. He slowly nodded. 

“He had to leave to be with his family. Williams wasn’t the most accommodating and he was told that he had to be at every race. Normally I didn’t even need him until race day. He’d miss so much time with his family because of traveling and things like that.” 

“Well, I think we have you covered.” 

Logan looked back down at the paper. A small gasp left his lips. 

Ben Jacobs was written in black ink under “Personal Trainer.” 

“How?” 

Michael smiled. 

“It took some convincing, but he said he’d come back for you. Of course, Ben will be highly compensated to return after he said he wouldn’t. His family will also be accommodated for any race that they’d like to attend and Ben can show up however late he needs. His leave will also be paid time as well.” 

Logan could kiss the man if he could. Tears pooled in his eyes and he could only manage a small thank you. Your hand rested on his shoulder in comfort. He just couldn’t wait to see him again. 

“Looks like that is everything. Are you two ready to sign?” 

Yours and Logan’s heads nodded eagerly as pens were uncapped. There was light scratching for a few moments as you filled out the needed information on the multiple sheets of paper. Once everything was completed, you let out a sigh of relief. You and Logan could finally do this. 

Marissa showed up at the right moments with a few different beverages. You took one of the iced americanos, claiming that Italian espresso was, in fact, the best kind. Logan surprised you as he took a mimosa. 

He side-eyed you. 

“It’s freshly squeezed orange juice and you cannot go wrong with it. It’s a classic.”

You held you drink up and your other hand in mock surrender. 

Michael took a black coffee and sipped it. 

“Now, onto the fun stuff.” 

Your eyebrows pinched. “Fun stuff?” 

Michael smirked before pulling up a projector that was attached to his laptop. He started to click through the slides. 

“First, the car.” 

On the slide was a sleek yellow and black livery. The black really highlighted the tamer yellow. 

Michael pointed at it. 

“This is our 2024 livery. We designed it awhile back, but it’s finally going to be used.” 

You let out a whistle as a video played the engine noise. To you, it sounded fast. You had been able to do a few laps with an actual car to get the feel of it since IndyCar were so much different. Michael claimed though that you were a natural in the car, being able to command it to what you needed it to do. Logan was quite the same. 

The next slide showed multiple models of Lamborghinis. With it came a smirk from the sister and brother pair. 

Logan looked at them. 

“I don’t know whether to be excited about the smirks or nervous.” 

Marissa was the one to pull up something on her personal iPad. She showed the official Lamborghini website. 

“Because the two of you will now technically ambassadors for Lambo as well, you two need to pick out what models the two of you would like to own. For now, we can start with one, but Tonino wanted his drivers to start a small collection.” 

You made her pause. 

“Tonino, as in, Tonino Lamborghini?” 

Marissa sent a gentle smile to calm you down. 

“Yes. Mr. Tonino will be at quite a few races to watch. He has mentioned wanting to see Ferrari fail, but our data is saying that although we look promising, there’s not guarantee.” 

Logan exhaled sharply. 

“No pressure right?” 

Michael leaned forward over the desk. 

“Listen to me Logan. You have been with a team that has now destroyed every bit of self-confidence. Mr. Tonino is actually the one who put your name on my radar. If you’re good enough for him, you need to believe that you’re good enough for everyone else.” 

Logan was taken back. Mr. Tonino was the one to bring him up? He felt honored in a good way. A nod of his head let Michael and Marissa know that they could continue. Logan turned your way, only to find you already smiling at him. He hoped that he could always be on the receiving end of that smile. 

Marissa continued where she left off. 

“Just look over the models and customize it however you’d like. We’ll get it sent to the factory to be made in time for the first race in Bahrain. These cars will be shipped along with our supplies so you can always have them.” 

You smirked. “I’ve always wanted a black Lamborghini Aventador.” 

Logan turned to Marissa. “I’d love a black Lamborghini Huracan.” 

A smile grew on your face. “Aw, Logan. We’ll get matching Lambos.” 

Logan thought that if you had been an emoji, you’d be the one with the big teary eyes and a pout. Marissa looked pleased at the requests for the different models. 

You raised your hand. “Do we need to start looking for places to stay here in Milan?” 

Michael lifted his eyebrows. 

“You don’t actually. Between races, the two of you are more than welcome to either go home or adventure somewhere. We will let you know when it is crucial to come back here to do some testing. Housing is provided when you need to be here. There are multiple estates that can be used on bought property.” 

You and Logan definitely liked the sound of that. Maybe you could stay in close villas or something. Or maybe in the same place as you tended to get lonely. That’s what being pushed out of everything does to someone in a year. You can’t remember the last time that you were invited to do something with the team, always retreating to your small hotel room after a race. You feel as though Logan might feel the same. 

Michael moved to the next slide, showing the race suits. 

“These are the suits for the season. Black or white fireproofs will go well with them. Helmets are up to the two of you. You will need on standard for some races and then you can choose what races you want fun ones to be. Miami, Austin, Las Vegas, and Imola are going to be considered our home races.” 

“What about Monza?” Logan questioned. 

Michael had a glint in his eyes. 

“That will forever belong to the Tifosi I’m afraid.” 

You decided to pipe up. 

“Or Charles Leclerc. I feel like wherever he goes, the Tifosi goes with him. You make him trade teams, the Italians will follow him.” 

Logan shot you a teasing look. 

“You always have to bring him up in one way or another.” 

You shrugged. 

“He’s a good driver. Let’s not bring up that you’re such a fanboy for Max Verstappen of all people.” 

Logan’s torso shifted. 

“It’s not every day that one beats Sir Lewis Hamilton and take away his 8th championship!” 

Laughs erupted from Michael and Marissa, making you and Logan pause. You cleared your throat. 

“Sorry, please continue.” 

Michael went a bit further with the slides, going over compatible data to the car. He went over sponsors and things like that before he finally leaned back into his chair. 

“Are we able to drive the cars today?” 

Much like you were, Logan was itching to be back behind the wheel. And hopefully, the wheel belonged to a reliable car. 

Michael stood from where he sat, making you and Logan also rise to your feet. 

“I’d thought you’d never ask,” he said, making his way to the door. When the two of you didn’t follow, he turned back around. 

“Are you ready for it?” 

lamborghini_racing has posted

Lamborghini_racing Are you ready for it?

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l4mbo.child a hello or how are you doing WOULD HAVE BEEN NICE

f1_fan I fear they have gagged the entire grid with this

ferrariforza damn, I thought we had the best livery - sorry kings 👑

lambo_drivers all I'm asking is who is going to be driving this beast?

lo-girlies do I even utter his name in fear that it might not happen?

y/nfan or even utter her name?

thepaddock_person who 🤨

childofF1 I'll say it - LOGAN AND Y/N FOR LAMBO 2024

box_box_express the paint, the yellow, the black, the lighting, THE EVERYTHING

taylorswiftxf1 I see the admin is a Taylor fan??

phoenix95 has posted

phoenix95 baby let the games begin

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4theF1_girlies EXCUSE MEEEEEEE

driver95 ayo - we got the Lightning McQueen number with a queen

lambo_duo oh gosh I hope I live to see the day that they reveal their drivers

venus2 looking snazzy 😎

phoenix95 no one ever says that anymore

venus2 🥺

phoenix95 fine...thank you

venus2 🥰

venusxphoenix WHOEVER THEY ARE - THEY HAVE MY HEART

rising_phoenix95 immediate fan

lambo_child the Aventador is such a slay 💅

lambof1 I wonder if they have like matching cars with their contracts

venus2 has posted

venus2 let the games begin now

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lambof1 I THINK I CALLED IT?? THE MATCHING BLACK CARS

pitstop_nightmare I'M SORRY FERRARI BUT THIS IS TOO SEXY

lamborghinivsferrari THE HURACAN 🥵😱

c16_leclerc I'm guessing they went to Charles's school of serving cunt

hamilton44lewis and graduated with a degree in slay

phoenix95 that's sexy baby

venus2 thanks 😚

phoenix95 ...I was talking about the car?

venus2 sure...sure you were 😈

box_box_express I feel like I have some sleuthing to do - hold please

logansarg2 I miss Logan so much - it's heartbreaking to see all of his accounts go dark, I guess I'll have to stan this dude instead

y/n.nation I miss our girl so much

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[timetravelerpyrite]

Uh, hi.

My name is Pyrite, I go by he/him mainly… don't mind she/her though. Newly found out I like Pup/Pupself pronouns too.

I'm 30. (B-day is November 16th, if that matters to anyone.)

//Current Arc: None rn!

//Finished Arcs: Fool's Faller, ABSOLute Panic!

Anyway, not too important, I just kinda found this site and realized 'Oh, there's some people like me here!' so here I am I guess?

Don't expect me to be friendly.

I don't bite! I'm trying to make more friends, but don't shove too much at me at once please.

I don't like staying in one place, it makes me anxious, no I won't tell you why. I was running a lot because of my Ex, she and my bio fam wants me to come back, but I won't, I'm actually tying to get use to staying in one place now.

Most important thing, I'm a Time Traveler and Dimension hopper, how the hell am I both?

I caught a Celebi (He/She/They) by COMPLETE ACCIDENT so now I'm kinda stuck with them, and I kinda got adopted by a Dimension hopping Iron called Iron Eclipse (It/Its)… no, I do not expect you to know what that is.

Call me a fake if you want, I don't care, just try not to hold me down in one spot, got it? Wow I don't like this part the most, why was I such a jerk in my intro??

Anyway, I might visit ya if I feel like, I have two adopted (not legally but who gives a shit) sisters @queen-of-the-phantoms and @pokedexcamp! I'm dating @silveredfeathers and living with him and his wife (and now my Girlfriend-??) @trainerlynda.

Adding an addendum: Sometimes we, his Irons, connect to his phone to be able to post. We are;

🐉: Iron Rage. (She/Her)

🕊️: Iron Serenity! (He/They/Fae)

🌋: Iron Eruption. (He/Him)

🌑🌈: Iron Eclipse.

⌛: And sometimes I steal the phone, I'm Chronos his Celebi.

🍞: Thanatos types sometimes too, she has rather broken English so it will likely be autocorrected to hell and back, please tell her if it gets a word wrong, from what I can tell she wants to understand (She/It)

//Open ask games!

Pelipper mail and malice.

Ask an invasive question.

//Magnifying glass ask game!

See his dreams and nightmares.

//A post for you to give me permission for him to hop to your character's dimension! (Either on purpose or by accident.)

//Ooc info under the cut!

//Ooc. This is a sideblog! Unreality. Mod is an adult and goes by she/her he/him pronouns All art I use is my own (Or made for me)! I follow from @theshadowqueenofthedistortion, more info about me on my main! This blog is not settled in one dimension at the moment, so expect conflicting area info. Here's some of my other accounts as well!

//Semi-Serious blog, I will participate in active silliness and also write serious stuff. Will sometimes touch on death, abuse and a few other things, I will tag the serious stuff with their appropriate tw/cw tags.

//I will not ship with anyone who isn't my BF (and myself, but that's a note for later), just for my comfort. This boi does n o t stay in one place, if he goes to visit someone he will get there himself/he fell into that universe by accident.

//Magic anons are allowed! But I am picky.

//I am very open to crossover stuff!

//This guy is very much centered around Future Paradox pokemon! He's not gonna know all the Pokemon's names and will call them 'Irons'. The Iron names are VERY much headcannons unless talking about a cannon Iron.

//When he's on the move things he says aloud will be under

[Voice to text active!] where as when he's actully writing it will be under [Pyrite is typing...]

//What the tags mean.

//Shadow Mod Speaks: Mod speaking.

//Mod Reference: Me and/or Zorana making references for this account

//Shadow Art: Art by me that isn't a ref/finished.

//Pyrite info: Self-Explanatory. For both IC and OOC.

Little Hops: His post/response tag.

Warping Reality: Closed and/or serious RP. I will also use this tag when responding seriously to something.

Where am I today?: When Pyrite is mainly talking to himself.

The Pokemon tags: They are for each respective Pokemon/Iron

Magic Anon Things.: Stuff with magic anons.

Triangle Terror: Pyrite dealing with the truth triangles. He can't turn them off, so hehehe.

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[diagonal-queen]

If the BSD girls were my coworkers

♡ characters: Kyouka Izumi, Yosano Akiko, Kouyou Ozaki, Gin Akutagawa, Higuchi Ichiyou, Naomi Tanizaki, Lucy Maud Montgomery

♡ synopsis: How would these girls be if they were my coworkers?

♡ cw: Swearing, knives, mentions of sexual harassment

note: Well this took forever to write, my bad lol. Uh I'm working full time rn so my posting schedule is a little silly and goofy ahaha anyways um. Apologies for errors and I hope you enjoy x

If the BSD boys were my coworkers

Kyouka:

She would try her DAMNED HARDEST OKAY

Scarily good at cutting (legally she's not allowed to be cutting stuff because she's too young, but she's good at it so I wouldn't snitch). Like she'll slice up a whole box of lettuce in like two seconds. We would NEVER run out of cuts with Kyouka on board

Also very good at cleaning, would clear out the entire store and kitchen in a manner of minutes

However she's bad with customers. Like REALLY bad. She would either just tell them the entirely wrong thing, falter and run away, stare silently in confusion, or just refer them to me lol

Always appreciative whenever people bring snacks to work and let her have some

Her favourite job is cutting and wrapping stuff because it's what she's best at and it makes her feel more confident in her ability

Constantly amazed by the pricing machine that just spits out price tags (me too queen) and is always so delighted no matter how long she'd been working there

I appreciate her doing her best and I don't care how many times she makes a mistake she will learn and continue as best as she can and that's REALLY what counts

Yosano:

Oh boy.

I'll start by saying that a very large percentage of my patrons are middle-aged to elderly men. Some of them are very polite and nice, sure, but there are...others.

These 'others' would not last half a second under the icy glare of Akiko Yosano. A single suspicious glance/comment at me or any other female staff would have her committing suable actions

She'd also be good at cutting stuff, but probably get a little too zealous when she gets to cut pumpkins (aka use a mallet and a giant knife at the same time)

Absolutely would answer the phone with no hesitations and be able to take orders and stuff properly without any training which is nice

BUT if someone called us asking for empty cardboard boxes or something stupid like that (which has actually happened) she would argue with them and then just hang up T-T

She should honestly be in a management position because she would be so good at that

Yosano has her ups and downs in vegetal retail. But regardless of all that, she would be like. The COOLEST coworker ever on god

Kouyou:

At first I'm not sure if she'd like a job like retail

She'd be like 'I'm really being paid minimum wage to cover my hands in rotten fruits and get verbally abused by pensioners?' (she's so right btw)

But she'd eventually get into the groove of things (probably just because she has nothing else do to) and would actually become quite good at it

She'd be good at organising, cleaning and sorting stuff out to make it look presentable

A respectful AND respectable queen who values neatness and maintains a good rapport with customers...except if they give the rest of her coworkers any shit. Then she's not maintaining as good of a rapport with customers

She's the kind of girl who would ABSOLUTELY talk shit about customers (and other coworkers ngl) in the back lmao

She would always wear gloves because she doesn't wanna get her hands dirty (I hc that Kouyou has perfectly manicured hands and does what she can to maintain them)

Would get frustrated easily though so we'd just have to try not to upset her as much as possible sksjkjfks

Gin:

I have this coworker who's not very talkative and can be a little awkward to talk to some times, but he's a literal godsend and does everything extremely quickly and to such a perfect degree that without him I am complete mess

THAT is Gin as my coworker

Also my coworker is like super nice as well and Gin would be really nice too lol

She would come off as frightening at first though. I get the feeling that a lot of customers wouldn't want to approach her lol

Might be lacking in confidence at first when she starts but she gets the hang of it quickly enough

Probably doesn't tie her hair up properly and is constantly asked about it by the manager

You would never have to ask her to do anything, she'd just be on top of it all and have everything ready

Would never answer the phone even if she were the only one there. She would probably freeze up and panic until someone else came and answered it for her (she really doesn't strike me as a phone person, because same)

Higuchi:

She is also doing her damned best and y'know what? Even if she continuously fucked up, I would forgive her

Even though I know Higuchi is actually very strong and accomplished she's still my favourite girlfailure and I love her

She's pretty good with customers but she would probably falter if one of them started getting mad at her or something (I would defend her guys)

A little bit clumsy, she might drop some things or her cuts might be a little janky, but like honestly the customers can DEAL with it. I feel like they wouldn't probably mind anyway because Higuchi is a pretty likeable person

Always sharing her snacks with her coworkers

Probably late to work a lot of the time but only by a couple minutes, and always makes up for it by staying behind after her shift ends (I wouldn't be surprised if the store actually ended up owing her some hours lol)

Really strong, so people are always getting her to help them lift/carry stuff

Leaves little encouraging/nice notes around for her coworkers because she's a sweetie <3

Naomi:

Naomi haters are gonna get so mad when I say that she'd be a brilliant coworker

We've seen how good at her agency job she is, why would retail be any different?

The best customer sweet-talker ever, would get herself and me out of any and all trouble and the manager would never ever know

Knows how to work all the machines and has memorised each of the numerical codes for each food like a walking dictionary (there's like five hundred of them fr)

Jun'ichiro sometimes visits the store to go shopping and that's the only real issue that Naomi has at work. She will drop everything to spend every second she can with her brother and it's honestly pretty annoying

If she gets overwhelmed she would forget how to do literally anything correctly and might have a bit of a panic moment

Dudes are probably trying to hit on her all the time and she might actually throw food at them I'm not kidding (and I would fully side with her)

She would also be so nice to her fellow coworkers and always encourage them :')

Lucy:

Lucy would consider this kind of work to be spectacularly easy compared to what she had going on in her orphanage and the Guild

Truly a testament to how absolutely shitty her life has been so far (sorry queen I could treat you better <3)

She's pretty good at everything, not perfect but generally quite good. An all-rounder, always getting called in on unscheduled days because she's just the go-to for everything lmao

Not that she would come in on those days, but yk

She would bring snacks for her coworkers but she would never admit it. She'd be like "You can have some if you want I don't care" while having entirely bought them for them lol

If a customer tries to strike up an argument with her or ask for something unreasonable, or try to guilt her into doing things for them (which is surprisingly common actually), they would FAIL

Would store extra stock in Anne's room (and would probably just keep rubbish from throughout the day in there to keep the kitchen clean, until the end of her shift when she can throw it out lol)

Alongside Gin she's EASILY the most valuable and helpful coworker (and also the cutest prettiest one <3)

taglist~ ♡ @gettinshiggywithit, @fyodorhatr, @flower-of-darkness, @bejeweledgirl

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[joayri]

ok so i remembered i am a physical being on earth with aspirations and thoughts and dreams and also remembered that i have a drawing tablet that hasnt seen much use besides playing Osu! ocasionally and also that im legally allowed to post cringe

i asked for the roblox avatar's of some people i know and then decided to draw them, the result is what you'd expect from someone with the artistic skills of my level and i thought this would be a good place to post the cringey drawings i made yes i know it looks bad

this goober was the first one i got when i asked for people's roblox avatar

i decided to do this simple headshot (is that what it's called?) in an attempt to understand layering in shading a little bit, i think it looked really cool

the next one i got i decided to go a little bit further and actually like , draw a body

this one looked, meh-ish, i got asked "where the boobs" and i had to tell them "its above my skill level :pensive_emoji:" and that's true because if it wasnt i totally woulda done it

when i showed this 4 people thought it was neat (including the person's whose avatar it belonged to) and one guy called me the n word and told me to leave the server but i wont let that shake me so a 4/5 "neat" ratio is a win to me

this next one is one is one im also proud of, because it was when i figured out that: My tablet settings were kinda fucked (damn you Windows Ink)

and 2: i actually received good advice art wise, this is what the end result looks like

this one looks not that bad compared to the other ones, i'd say it is probably the best one so far and its the one i received most helpful criticism about during the process of making it, so i guess i'm proud of that one

it will probably take me ages to reach a point where i can truly be able to do art the way i want it to, and practice is a good method and also getting over the fact that i'm gonna be forced to do "bad art" before getting to a point where i can do "good art" if such concepts are even a real thing, im not gonna hide my intentions and be fully honest i just wanna learn art to draw big titty protogen women and by god i'm gonna put in effort to reach my goal.

if anyone got advice or anything in general to say please do so i'm down to hearing people out and best of luck to ye who read this far

off to figure out how to tag stuff properly

#roblox #roblox art #art practice #drawing #bad art #sketch #is this a sketch or doodle or a finished product i have no ideia #lgbt art #queer #furry

[lucienne-thee-librarian]

BARBIE/WANDA

when I started shipping it if I did: At least the last couple years. I've been simmering on this AWHILE on and off in the back of my mind.

my thoughts: I am so very normal about them:) no really, the image of Barbie as a princess and Wanda as the lady knight, going into danger and facing her fears to save her, trying to look out for her well-being and draw her out of herself - but she does it in a way that doesn't feel like a therapist, it feels like the gentle badgering and not-really-bullying of a friend, is everything to me. I love both of these characters so much and they just *work* as a unit.

What makes me happy about them: How much their relationship would be built on a foundation of genuine friendship and trust. Like, Wanda is snarky and teases Barbie as much as anybody but she also is so caring and gentle with her when she's crying over Martin Tenbones, she immediately drops everything to rush to help her even though she's shaken up herself. And Barbie travels to another state using what little money she has to do one last thing for Wanda even though she's legally not allowed to do anything to help her. They feel like peak friends to lovers to me.

What makes me sad about them: the entire original ending to Game of You. And also that there's again, SO LITTLE CONTENT OF THEM ALMOST NONE. What is it with me and the rarepairs...

things done in fanfic that annoys me: People, give me the fanfic first and then, MAYBE, we can talk. I am starving, do you hear me? There is NOTHING on AO3 and they barely even have their own tag here. I've only ever seen one other person yet besides us even talk about this as a pairing on this hellsite. Period.

things I look for in fanfic: ANYTHING. GOD ANYTHING okay. I would love to see some au fluff but also I want some exploration of the aftermath of their canon adventures and the scars it left them with and what it taught them. But honestly most of all? I want to see Barbie and Wanda still recovering and Wanda's aunt shows up because she saw the building collapse on the news, and she's all concern - but she also calls Wanda her nephew when talking to Barbie, more than once. And Barbie for once is the one to correct her. And when it keeps happening, Barbie is the one to get defensive and protective. Because Wanda usually stands up for herself but her aunt is the last family member who hasn't disowned her, and so she'll put up with more from her, to a point in the hopes that she'll come around and the desire not to lose her. But Barbie can safely defend her without that fear.

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: I don't have any other ships I think?

My happily ever after for them: they both live and they ride off into the sunset together, like the ending of the Telephone music video.

who is the big spoon/little spoon: Wanda is the little spoon. She didn't expect this because she's the taller one, but Barbie tends to sprawl in her sleep when she's alone unlike Wanda who likes the fetal position. When she's in bed with someone however Barbie migrates to the heat source and clings. The first night Wanda ended up with Barbie wrapped around her back, warm and soft in one of Wanda's old shirts as pajamas, clutching her around the waist and snoring softly in her ear, Wanda decided this was her favorite way to go to sleep and could never go back. Also Wanda still has nightmares of being suffocated, in the dark, alone, after the building collapse, of a room with blood and a flayed corpse but they tend to come less often when someone's there. And Barbie can usually wake up and tell when Wanda starts whimpering and twitching in her sleep, so she can nudge Wanda out of the nightmare. Wanda isn't used to being the one who's held but maybe now she could be. For her part, Barbie has discovered she likes protecting people. She likes the feeling of being useful, of holding on fiercely and actually fighting for what she wants, for the people she cares for. It's something she had to get used to but a true princess must learn these things. To hold and to comfort the woman she loves, to hold fear and cold at bay...Barbie feels like a knight in shining armor and a princess at the same time. It's a feeling she likes. Also it's the least she can do after all the ways Wanda looks out for her.

what is their favorite non-sexual activity: Watching horror movies, Hallmark and Real Housewives together.

#barbie/wanda #sandman #ship and characters ask meme #barbiewanda #despairoftheendless #HELL yeah finally here's the big damn public BarbieWanda truther rant of my own #wanda the sandman #barbie the sandman

[ask-a-thon]

Hi I just wanted to ask clarification on what content isn't allowed before I do questions and tag your blog in replies

I understand that having a concrete list might make it harder later but if you did I wouldn't be wondering what "within reason" means and whether non-con/underage/incest will get me blacklisted or something (since your wording makes it seem like that could be possible)

This is the section I'm referring to from this post:

https://www.tumblr.com/ask-a-thon/727189255425867776/a-gentle-warning

> However, that being said, there are reasonable exceptions that are not allowed to join the ask-thingie here. I think you all reasonably know who you are but if you're confused, please ask and I'll kindly tell you that I won't be adding you to the list.

"reasonable exceptions" is too vague. i worry that you mean writers like me when you say "know who you are"

Thank you in advance for your reply

Anon, thank you so much for your questions asking for clarifications and for pointing out that I was too vague when I made this post. You're absolutely right. I am also very sorry that it has taken me so long to get back to you, as I was very busy yesterday and it took both me and Myth a little bit to figure out some specifics now that we are working together. However, because I unknowingly created this problem I wanted to try to fix it and clarify it myself.

How are we fixing this problem?

We are going to make a specific FAQ and link it in the post you mention.

I am also going to link that FAQ in every pinned post that ever pops up again.

We are going to keep the FAQ updated with any other similar questions, especially clarifying questions from whump, distrubing, and smut writers.

I am going to go ahead and lightly answer your questions now so that you don't have to wait and so that other writers have the opportunity to see the answers twice.

Warning. The following messages use triggering language for some people. Some triggers include SA, incest, non-con, underage themes, etc. Please read at your own discretion.

Some of the things you said re-framed as questions so we have an answer:

Will non-con get me blacklisted?

Consensual non-con will not get you blacklisted. Not in smut, not in your romantic writing, not in anything. This is something that might make people uncomfortable but there is consent. Non-con in purposefully disturbing writing is also allowed because one of the key factors of disturbing writing is to be disturbed. I have always said that writers do not always write what they enjoy, what they believe, what they want the world to be like, because that's just not how writing works. However, anything that glorifies rape with the direct intention of just saying "rape is okay" is never, ever, at any point, allowed.

What about underage content?

I, Mod Aster, completely understand that there are a lot of minors on this website that want to read smut that includes their age group and that no matter how you spin it, it is legally underage content. That being said, underage content falls under a legal grey area that both me and Myth are uncomfortable navigating. We are also uncomfortable pre-reading your work and seeing if it will be allowed so, maybe unfortunately, we are going to put a hard NO on this one. I do apologize for putting a hard no on any form of writing because Ask-A-Thon is supposed to be a safe space for everyone to share their writing, but I do personally fear that even if the legal area is wider than I would suspect, Tumblr's TOS is graceful, all of that, some really nasty adults will use this as an opportunity and I'd hate to expose minors to that sort of thing.

And/or Incest?

We cannot keep track of where it is illegal for you to post incest smut, disturbing fiction, otherwise online. That is up to you to figure out. Personally, as someone who reads a lot of disturbing fiction, I loved Flowers in the Attic for how the main character struggles with this "issue" and navigates this through her life. I am not saying incest has to be disturbing for you to be able to post it, but because of the comfort zones of one, or more, of our mods and admins we are going to say that as long as you put this under a mature filter and it is not super explicit, we will allow it until we feel people abuse it.

For things that end up on the okay list we will ask a few things:

Please make sure all trigger warnings and content warnings are labeled appropriately and are at the top of your post so that people understand exactly what they're getting into before reading too far.

Underage smut is never allowed. However, if you're writing a very "steamy romance" between minors without intercourse in it, you should make sure it has appropriate warnings for adults that want to avoid that sort of thing.

Things that include anything on this current list BUT are just a short explanation of something happening, only briefly mention, and have nothing explicit are always allowed.

If you feel like you are still confused and are wondering if your works will get you blacklisted, please message Ask-A-Thon for clarifying questions. You are more than welcome to send your work, show us a post, and we would be more than happy to read it over and tell you your answer without any aggression, without any finger pointing, and without judgement despite how the linked post was written.

Please remember that the post that was linked was written somewhat aggressively because the original intention was to get people to be nice to whump writers. I, Aster, had no idea that disturbing fiction, non-con, etc, writers would think I was being aggressive to them. For that I am so apologetic and I do hope you'll forgive me.

Please give us some time to make the FAQ, post it, and link it everywhere.

-Mod Aster

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[canichangemyblogname]

Since @canichangemyblogname has very bravely blocked everyone, I have to reblog this from you. 

Be warned. I am going into full on superbitch mode. 

@thetragicfantasy_girl I looked and it seems I don't actually have any of you blocked. Which is my mistake. Honestly thought I blocked gch1995 at this point. Being called a bitch multiple times was the final straw.

I actually do keep getting notifications for all of your tags. Your friends have me blocked and keep tagging me in posts when I have repeatedly asked all of you not to.

Tumblr won't let me tag you for whatever reason, and I don't even know if I have your URL right, but whatever.

It’s almost like what I said was: Don’t bring up a public abuse trial that people turned into spectacle and a “fandom war” to discredit someone. Because doing that is insensitive and tacky.

My point is that abuse is not a “gotcha.” We seem to agree on that. Maybe remind your friend not to use victims- like yourself- that way.

When someone's main point is:

Leia could not have gone to Padmé's family for safety reasons.

And someone else's response is:

Being a POC, being poor, being a member of the LGBTQ+ community, being disabled, being mentally ill, being a victim, and/or being a woman does not automatically make you incapable of committing and/or enabling abuse... (See:  Amber Heard vs Johnny Depp case verdict)

That is an attempt to derail the discussion and virtue signal. That is attempt to use an abuse trial as a "gotcha." That is insensitive to ALL victims. Doesn't matter their gender. Continuing to reference an abuse trial that people literally memed to hell as an attempt to discredit someone's argument is tacky.

Literally what the fuck does any of this actually refer to? Do you hear yourself? Did Samurai films influence George Lucas? Yes. Does that make Ewan McGregor Asian? No. This is an asinine point.

Black and brown creators are allowed to make character redesign art.

Did the Jedi experience a religious genocide? Yes. Is it THE Holocaust? No. Did someone else in a different post in this thread compare it to the Shoah? Yes. Was that point ever brought up in my argument? No.

Did I-- in a post completely unrelated to this thread-- say that accusations of "shadowy" religious organizations (that experienced a religious-based genocide) kidnapping children have antisemitic undertones? Yes, I did. Because most kidnapping accusations against entire groups of people and kidnapping stories typically have antisemitic origins. (See: Blood Libel)

Which would still mean (*drumroll please*) the Jedi are still Anakin's legal family. If Shmi never had any parental rights and Watto gave Anakin over to the Jedi, then Shmi and the Lars are still not Anakin's legal family.

The crux of you and your friends' argument rests on this idea of "blood relatives."

From the original post:

"They need to go to Padme’s family, (as well as to Anakin’s). The Naberries had a say in this as much as the Lars’ (who were never told the whole truth either)."

Why are the Lars Anakin's family? If Shmi never had parental rights and if parental rights over Anakin's care was transferred to the Jedi... why are the Lars Anakin's family?

Because Shmi was his biological mother? And because she got married? And legally took in Owen as her own?

Is the only thing that makes a legitimate- legal- family a marriage and blood? Because, technically- legally- Owen and Beru were not Anakin's step family. Were they his family at heart? Of course. As were the Jedi.

"Owen Lars was fully within his rights to tell Obi Wan to piss off and leave his family alone, and so were the Organas."

Why? When he- under all your logic- would have been a kidnapper too?

At least your friend would go so far as to say:

"Luke and Leia were both given away to the Larses and the Organas illegally..."

Although, when considering the fact that the Jedi are Anakin's remaining legal family, they were well within their rights- by your logic- to help decide the fate of the twins.

Argument from the gaps is literally my point. There is no evidence to suggest the Jedi kidnapped kids. Meaning there is no evidence.

There are gaps- plot holes- in George Lucas' story. And you have taken this as evidence of your theory: the the Naberrie family was kept in the dark and the Jedi kidnapped kids.

You have literally taken this lack of evidence as evidence that the Jedi kidnap kids. I was pointing out to you that there is no evidence of it, because you have tried to fill in the gaps.

There is no evidence.

As you point out, Cad Bane impersonated a Jedi because the parents trusted the Jedi. They trusted them to leave their kids be. They trusted them as an authority on the force. It'd be like if someone who isn't a doctor comes into a room wearing a stethoscope and white coat to tell you that you're dying, so you need to buy a really expensive supplement from them. Are they a doctor? No. Do you trust them because they have taken a symbol of trust and authority in a particular field? Yes.

As you point out, that is exactly what happened with the Rodian woman. And she expressed hesitancy, so the Jedi left. They said they'd come back because she hadn't told them no. She wanted time to think things over. And based on the in-text evidence, the Jedi respected that.

I'd like that canon source, please. Because most canon sources I can find say that this us a lie perpetuated by the Sith based upon one case in particular where a force sensitive child--presumed to be an orphaned by was-- was taken in, and when the parents turned up a couple months later, they sued the Jedi.

It's mostly EU novels and sources that are no longer canon that suggest that the Jedi would coerce parents. Otherwise, I literally cannot find anything that suggests they could override parental consent.

I wasn't referring to the Ag corps. And Ahsoka wasn't the only one who left the order during this time. As I previously mentioned, Legends continuity names all the Jedi who leave. In canon, we just know that Jedi left. One is Dooku. One is Ahsoka.

If I remember correctly, Ahsoka wanted to "sort this out on [her] own, without the Council, and without [Anakin]." She completely wanted to walk away from the order and wanted no assistance from them. She wanted to go at it alone.

The Order respected that.

But that still leaves us with the knowledge that she could leave and there would always be help, assistance, and even a family for her with the order.

In canon, Mind Control actually refers to a dark-side trick utilized by the Sith that allowed them to completely dominate the will of others. Jedi did not use this.

According to canon, mind touch or trick is about implanting a suggestion in the minds of those they encounter. There are literal canon debates between force users about whether this might be use of the Dark Side. Some suggest that its use at all is a note of the dark side. Others suggest it's about how you use the force because it amounts to a "distraction," like creating an artificial noise to draw someone's attention somewhere else.

There is disagreement. Disagreement means there is a lack of consensus. Which means the Jedi, as a whole, don't necessarily encourage it. Some Jedi use it, demonstrate it, and teach it, but it seems to be on an individual basis. In Legends, the Jedi get more shady with their use of the force.

As for Obi Wan deceiving Anakin about a Padawan. There is no evidence of this. If the Council changed their mind while Obi Wan was on the front lines, then the council changed their minds. You are again assuming things without any textual evidence. Literally.

There is no evidence Obi Wan discussed this change with the council or knew about the change. And you are taking this as evidence he knew.

The examples you give are not examples of "collateral damage." Because that has a very specific meaning in the context of war and violence. That would mean that the Jedi encouraged purposefully inflicting death or injury on a separatist objective that incidentally also inflicted death and injury on civilians.

I am sorry to inform you that the examples you gave are examples of war casualties suffered by an armed force. Because neither of these examples show examples of the Jedi encouraging incidentally inflicting death or injury on civilians.

Does this mean I agree with it? No.

I have criticized the Jedi's involvement in the war, the Jedi's use of a slave army, and the Jedi's use of child soldiers.

It's a running gag because of all the textual evidence of this happening. I put "perfect" in quotation marks for a reason. In English grammar, quotation marks are used to distance yourself from a term or expression, often because you did not use it.

My point was that Anakin held people to really high standards, including himself. He put Obi Wan on a pedestal, so Obi Wan was always going to disappoint him. Because Obi Wan is human, and to be human is to be flawed.

My point was that Anakin wanted more despite having all he could ever want. He wanted more from Obi Wan, more from the Order, more, more, more. His teacher was already "perfect" (not literally, note quotation marks), so he shouldn't want more from him, right? He shouldn't want to be taught things Obi Wan never taught him. He shouldn't be curious about these things the Chancellor was telling him.

Also, "Jedi Master" did not refer to someone who owns others. "Master" has several definitions. The definition you are referring to is: "a man who has people working for him, especially servants or slaves." This definition is mainly historical. In the context of the Jedi, we are referring to "a skilled practitioner of a particular art or activity."

George Lucas was inspired by the vague English-language understanding/translation of a Buddhist Shīfu" (師父; Master). During the 20th century, the term "Zen Master" rose in prominence in Western, English-speaking countries to refer to someone who teaches Buddhist meditation. 師父 ("Master") refers to a teacher.

19 y/o Luke clearly already knew what a Jedi was. When Obi Wan told him that his father was a great Jedi, that was no lie. Anakin was considered a great Jedi during his time, it's part of why he held himself and everyone around him to such a high standard. He was also considered a great star-pilot and a war hero during the Clone Wars.

The Lars very clearly told Obi Wan to fuck off and told Luke not to bother with him. Luke didn't bother with him. Until his new droid ran away. Obi Wan was not a part of Luke's life enough to fill his head with anything. Luke already believed these things.

Luke also falsely believed that his father didn't fight in the Clone Wars. Because he was a navigator on a spice freighter. Because his Aunt and Uncle did tell him this. They also told him Obi Wan and Anakin were both dead, and that they died around the same time. These are all literally lies.

I Know Jedi-Valjean already explained this to you.

...there’s a common misconception that Obi-Wan and Yoda were grooming Luke into a weapon to kill Vader. George Lucas has stated outright that this wasn’t the case...

George Lucas has literally said that the Jedi do not take revenge or teach revenge because it is not in their nature.

Lucas:

“The mission isn’t for Luke to go out and kill his father and get rid of him. The issue is, if he confronts his father again, he may, in defending himself, have to kill him, because his father will try to kill him."

The mission was not about killing Vader, but that he had to be prepared that, when defending himself, it might happen. Which is why when, in ROTJ, Luke shows restraint. Rather than give into his anger and take revenge on the man who has hurt him and been hunting him, he extended him mercy. And Vader's response? That Luke has been taught well.

Not telling Luke that his father, the former war hero, had become a Sith Lord was because young Luke would have been shattered by the truth. Not because Obi Wan had build Anakin up in Luke's head, but because Luke had built his own father up in his head. That's his father! Fathers are "supposed" to be great and inspiring and protective and loving. Fathers aren't supposed to hunt you down and with for your death and corruption. Right? Right?

Emotional preparedness for traumatizing information is crucial. And Luke would eventually need to confront his conflicted feelings about his father and reconcile the man who was with the man who is.

We see this trauma in his vision when he's training. Remember how he decapitates Darth Vader and then sees his own face in his vision? He's angry and scared and feels conflicted. Darth Vader is the reason for so much suffering as well as his Aunt and Uncle's deaths. Darth Vader is awe inspiring and terrifying force; a force that has taken an interest in and is hunting him down. But he feels something. When he searches his feelings, he can feel a connection.

And he rushed to face him, only to then face what he did at Cloud City, unprepared for the fight and unprepared for the truth. he nearly died. And at that time he'd rather jump to his potential death than address the truth.

Obi Wan never told him or Anakin how they should feel. He never made them question the foundations of their reality or question whether they had good judgement.

Gaslighters try to undermine the gaslightee’s subjective reality in order to replace it with their own. Does that mean there isn't gaslighting in Star Wars? No. I don't think I ever claimed there wasn't. I claimed that the Jedi were not grooming kids.

So, do not take me disagreeing with your take that Luke was being gaslit as denial of the existence of gaslighting.

Remember:

The Council didn’t trust me, so how can I trust myself?

That is gaslighting. Obi Wan telling Anakin his reoccurring dreams about his mother are just dreams is gaslighting. Does this mean that Anakin didn't find himself wanting power and influence and unable to let go of obsession/attachment? No. He did. And Yoda actually did try to address this. Obi Wan really did not. Obi Wan, wrongly, dismissed this. Because Obi Wan is human, and to be human is to be flawed.

And in a post-truth society where disinformation runs rampant, yah, often "truth" is a point of view. What is truth to someone who believes Robert F. Kennedy Jr. is alive? Is that gaslighting? No. There are a lot of people who believe truth is relative.

Do I agree with that take? No. Do not take me saying that "some people believe truth is relative," for support of that take.

Palpatine was, canonically, a close advisor/friend of the Naberrie family. Literally no one else in the Naberrie family was pregnant at that time. Jobal Naberrie? Not due. Sola Naberrie? No due.

The only pregnant Naberrie is Padmé

Padmé is in the public eye

Padmé dies

The Naberrie now have a new born

Damn, that baby looks a lot like them. Adopted, you say? Who are her parents? She looks A LOT like that dead Senator, you know?

You all wanna hold Star Wars to our legal standards with adoption. The example you gave of the British Royals is impossible. Because the 1701 Act of Settlement actually forbids anyone adopted from becoming king or queen. The could adopt, but there is little to no evidence of this happening in human history. Because we place so much importance on blood line.

But Leia, on Alderaan, could literally be anyone's child. She doesn't look like anyone. She could be any random dead person's baby. She could have been an Alderaanian farmer's child. Hell, she could be Carasynthia Dune's long-lost cousin for all people know. She could be anyone's bio daughter, that's the point.

The thing is, she looks like a Naberrie, and that's part of the danger. I know I stressed that.

Leia had never left Alderaan by 10 years old. That is, until her abduction. In canon, they kept her away from prying eyes and especially kept her away from imperials, with her parents warning her to stay away from Tarkin. They never paraded her around.

Bail attended the Senate, Leia did not until she was a junior legislator. And she was still at constant risk of abduction and abuse at the hands of the Empire. I can't imagine the danger she would have been in had she lived with a family that is not only being surveilled by Darth Vader that does not have guards and an army at their disposal.

Palpatine did visit Naboo following TPM. He visited for Naboo's Festival of Light. And in Shattered Empire 2, Sosha Soruna says the reason Sidious left his homeworld of Naboo relatively untouched during his reign was because he enjoyed tormenting the populace with the fact that he could destroy the serene beauty of the planet at anytime. And he was willing to include Naboo in Operation Cinder, too.

Did I ever say Leia was never in danger? No. I said she was safer on Alderaan.

I said it before, and I will reiterate:

Given that Padmé loved her home and family, and given she was ecstatic about the pregnancy, and given she was very close with Naboo Leadership and her handmaidens, and given she visited home frequently enough, something tells me her family knew.

They had to have her body prepared for burial. What says they didn't know?

Hell, the mortician knew.

Padmé did not give birth on Mustafar. Obi Wan took her to a medical center on Polis Massa where she gave birth. Bail Organa and Yoda are there. We don't know how much time passes between Padmé giving birth and when they arrive on Naboo. We can see that they began discussing where the kids would go after arriving on Naboo.

They literally arrived on Naboo before deciding where the kids would go. Luke and Leia were likely on Naboo before they were ever on Alderaan or Tatooine. I say this, because we see Luke and Leia arrive at their homes only at the very end of the movie. So, unless they kept the babies unaccompanied on Polis Massa while they went to Naboo with Padmé's body, Luke and Leia were on Naboo first. And there's no evidence that they didn't take this time to discuss things with the Naberrie family.

Then there is a funeral procession. The Queen comes to pay her respects. Padmé lies in state. That funeral was no small logistical feat. Something like that takes lots of planning and a decent amount of time to plan for. There's also nothing to suggest things weren't discussed during this time.

Obviously there were things that were discussed which we were not privy to given that her family was able to coordinate her casket and clothing and makeup with the Mortician. And also given that they planned a coverup to hide that she gave birth. People do realize that the family decides all of this during funeral planning, right?

Bail stayed on Naboo and attended Padmé's funeral before going to Alderaan. Luke and Leia were very likely on Naboo for an indefinite amount of time before going to live with their respective families. And there's no evidence they didn't talk about it all during this time.

There's also nothing to suggest that they didn't call and discuss this with the Naberries and Lars even before arriving on Naboo. They had to inform someone of their incoming arrival. There is nothing to suggest that they didn't let the family know they were on their way and begin preparation immediately.

It's not even like Obi Wan just popped up on Tatooine and plopped Luke in the Lars' hands either. They were clearly waiting for him.

There are a lot of conversations that happen off-screen that we were not privy to. There is no evidence that none of these conversations did not address adoption. Some thing in text can be implied.

Do not take my use of a double negative as saying there is explicit evidence for what I suggest. Just as there is no evidence that they kept the Naberrie family in the dark, there is no explicit evidence to suggest that they were told. There is evidence they were on Naboo for an indefinite period of time, likely with the twins, and I have been suggesting- over and over- that anything could have happened during this time. My point- this whole time- has been that there is no evidence that the Jedi kidnapped kids and there is no evidence that the Naberrie family was kept in the dark. None.

But you are all taking these gaps- literal plot holes- in what we were explicitly told and taking that as conclusive evidence that nothing was worked out with the Naberrie family and they were all kept in the dark.

Whether they were kept in the dark or not is pure speculation. Literally. You are all speculating that they knew nothing while everyone else has been trying to tell you: "What says they were't told or involved?" Gaps in canon are not evidence that they were not told.

#Leia Organa #Bail Organa #Obi Wan Kenobi #Jedi Order #Padmé Amidala #Darth Vader #Like Skywalker

[aikoiya]

only asked that cause i myself am a trans kid. 💀

i have diagnosed gender dysphoria and in the process of socially transitioning. i am not legally old enough to medically transition on my own, and i am fine with that.

the cases of people detransitioning after getting surgery are few and far between. just because it didn't work out for you doesn't mean it won't work out for others.

if you read my bio you would know im a trans kid, and yet you still followed me. you would also know that i am uncomfortable with nsfw, and yet your page is filled with it.

blocking you for my own comfort. im sure that, besides your ignorance and unwillingness to learn about actual trans people, that you are a good person. instead of focusing on the articles by detransitioners where it paints being trans as some sort of phase or illness, i would suggest reading and learning about how the probability of suicide, self harm, and eating disorders are greatly lowered if a child is allowed to socially transition. I myself could be used as a statistic, as, if i hadn't started presenting as how i felt, i would have killed myself in middle school.

or dont, if you'd rather have blood on your hands from keeping kids from being who they are. you do you.

Hey, dude. If you need to block me, then that's fine.

But to be fair, my page has MDNI on it for a reason. Just because I follow someone doesn't mean they have to follow me or even interact with me. It just means that I enjoy their content.

My problem isn't with the kids themselves & I'm sorry if it seems like I'm being prejudice against you in particular, because I'm not. But the fact that these stories exist to begin with, for me, is telling.

I hope that everything works out fantastically for you & if that means fully transitioning or just presenting, then good for you. Your life is yours, but being an adult means accepting one's choices & living with them.

And just as you say that I should listen to the words of the majority of transitioners, I also think that you should listen to the words of detransitioners too.

I'm not going to pretend to know everything about you or your situation because all I know is what I know & I can't know what I don't.

The evidence as I've been presented it, is what I have previously stated. I will continue to keep learning more, but as it stands, I stand by my words.

I'm sorry that my page makes you uncomfortable. That was never my intention.

If you're really just a kid, then please do block me. I don't want kids anywhere near my stuff.

I got into this sort of stuff as a young, curious, stupid kid & I regret it. Wish I could take it back, but I can't & I have to live with this... addiction for possibly the rest of my life.

It's something that I'm honestly ashamed of.

And the fact that you saw such content when you didn't need to if I'd been more diligent or had simply thought of applying the right tags, tears me up inside.

Again, I apologize.

So, please, get as far away from this sort of content as you can &, again, take care of yourself.

This goes double for ANY kid below the age of 18 following me.

Block. Me. Now.

Best wishes.

Also, you should filter out "nsft," "nsfw," & "mdni."

Hopefully, that helps.

#god bless #but be open minded #hear from both sides

[ruskeptical]

I noticed the post you're mentioning being reblogged on my timeline and they DOXXED his last name.

Make him aware if you can. I don't know if he knows and he deserves to if he wants to report it.

I don't know if he LEGALLY uses that, but in the tags I saw a name that looked like a last name.

Unless they have someone in their BASEMENT, you shouldn't ever release that kind of information about someone. I felt physically sick seeing that present anywhere.

These people are sick and disgusting.

I hope Kirby is ok. I fucking mean that. Back when he broke up with his ex FNGR I rooted for his downfall.

Now I see this and I wonder how far they've strayed from their intentions, and if it ever was rightly placed to begin with.

I don't know what's worse. Using his last name or using the name that he used as a brony. Because if memory serves, he claimed FNGR was abusive to him.

And if that's true?

I don't want to believe it, but that's a second level of horrifying. I feel horrible even thinking about the harassment we gave back in those days.

We thought it would be funny to misgender and deadname (me and my friends.) We thought ourselves clever because we would make jokes at his expense about his insecurities with his body image. We made ourselves laugh like idiots saying HORRIBLE things about him behind closed doors.

We thought ourselves clever because we didn't think he was telling the truth.

Well, FNGR showed his true colors in 2020 and now I can't help but believe what he said.

And looking back at WHAT he said FNGR did, this is a rabbit hole.

An entire RABBIT HOLE.

Claims of sexual abuse online and irl, emotional abuse so severe I could even see him picking fights with him on live streams and tormenting him, at one point FNGR gave personal information about Kirby's in real life trauma with his family.

Just to be petty. He gave information that was so personal I couldn't believe my eyes.

He has an entire stream once dedicated to humiliating him. I thought it was rightly deserved at the time but now? Now I just feel it was for their enjoyment.

Kirby was abused by his ex. And his ex's group of bigoted friends. Looking back on it, I should have realized what was going on. But I was an idiot.

I'm rambling, but that's because a lot of information about the behavior of Saturn is coming to light.

I had no idea she sank so low as to endorse doxxing information and deadnaming.

The lack of proof on the post only further pissed me off. The claims they made didn't seem like Kirby. At all.

I remember he one time tracked down and personally confronted pedophiles for FNGR. Even as narrow minded as I was at the time, I saw the passion and the empathy.

FNGR would always silence him about it, but Kirby made it a point to say he's been a victim. That's why he cares.

Kirby isn't a pedophile or anything close to that. He's a victim. Even if he wasn't allowed to say what he went through with his grooming, I could tell it was severe from how angry he would get at the people who went after minors online.

I heard him crying once and it broke me.

Kirby seems like he's doing well, which is astounding to say the least.

His roleplay blog is nicely set up, his characters are cute.

His art has improved HOLY SHIT.

(Can't say much of the same for Saturn)

Even seeing her deadname him back in those days makes me cringe and repulsed.

I would reach out to him but I know if I do, SHE'LL know.

She somehow always knows that shit.

And I rather not deal with her lunatic screaming at me for giving her an ounce of criticism that goes unheard.

I hope you and Kirby are well. I mean that. I'm too ashamed of my past to come forward about who I am.

Maybe one day. But for now. Please please PLEASE take care.

This is incredibly heartwarming to read, and I'll make sure this makes it back to Kirby.

I will say though, if you want my opinion, you should get the fuck out of there too. You shouldn't, nor should anyone, have to live with a Sword of Damocles hanging over them like this. I can't promise these piranhas won't come after you too, but I can promise that you'll always find friendship and kindness. My DMs are open, and I'll stick my Discord at the end here too if you want to talk. And if you feel up to it eventually, I think you should tell Kirby all of this personally. It would mean a lot to him.

SKEPTICAL.#9670

#skep.text

[lemonadeslice]

🌿 hugo’s herbarium 🌿 

#if you disagree with my flower symbolism choices @ me let's fight. i'm correct. #a plague tale #a plague tale: innocence #artists on tumblr #someone tell me. legally when am i allowed to use that tag? #also i'm lying i spent a Very long time deliberating about my flower choices and if you make a better case than me i'll delete out of shame #i know this will get like 3 notes but yknow! my last niche art got like 350. which was about 349 more than i expected. so! courage etc. #but for real am i the only person that loves this game? and would live and die for most of these kids? pls tell me i'm not. make some noise.

[littlest-dark-age]

Damiano david headcannons

Tagging @daddydamiano @noshame-bb @mywritingonlyfans

Translations 1, my soul 2, angel 3, my love 4, my life 5, little star 6, puppy 7, bunny 8, sweetness. Please let me know if any translation is incorrect.

Damiano would always be pressing kisses into your soft skin, wherever he could reach at the moment. The two of you are cooking and you have a huge sleep shirt on that reveals your shoulders? Kiss. You're fiddling with his hands out in public due to nerves? He's kissing every finger while looking you in the eye with a grin. You'd think he's convinced its a carnal sin to not kiss you every five minutes

He would beg you to do his makeup, constantly. He loves the intimacy of it, you usually sit on his lap for it and the way you gently cup his strong jaw turns him into an absolute puddle. You lose count of how many times you have to make him look back at you because he just wants to close his eyes and sink into the warmth you radiate. But you can't be mad at him, not when he looks up at you with those puppy dog eyes, shining with love.

Damia would absolutely give you one of his rings, and if it doesn't fit your fingers, no worries. He'll just give you one of his chains to put it on. He loves to kiss it when you wear it, whether it be on the chain or your hand. It always makes his heart skip a beat, a claim to the world that he was the lucky one to capture your affections

Please play with his hair, please. He will turn into a puppy the minute your nails graze his scalp. It doesn't matter the length, he loves it. His eyes slowly shut as you scratch at the shaved sides but he'll deny that he's about to fall asleep. 

Spa nights. Just, spa nights. He will let you put the cute animal headbands on him to keep his hair out of his mask, even letting you put it on him. Dami would love to watch movies like Legally Blonde and Clueless while you paint his nails and the glittery mask on his face dries. Never wearing a shirt, saying he wants skin to skin with you as he raises your shirt up to your chest so the two of you are pressed together. He'd sit on the floor, letting you work the hair mask through his hair as the first movie goes off and he starts to hunt for another, one of his hands stroking your bare leg.

Sleepy make out sessions are his favorite, after he's had his tea and the two of you are dead tired but can't stop. Even going as far to tell you that the two of you really should go to bed, as he's sweetly kissing you. There's no rush to it, no need to hide away your love as it's just the two of you. Locked away from the rest of the world, where damiano david is just yours. Where his nose keeps bumping yours just so he can hear you laugh and have you rub your own against his, like a bunny. His hands snaking up the back of your shirt to stroke down the length of your spine with the tips of his fingers. Barely enough for you to be able to feel it. 

If you were okay with it, he would absolutely want to tattoo you. He would never pressure you to if you really didn't but he would try to convince you if you were on the fence about it. If you let him pick, good luck. It would either be something like 'i am yours', which he would get a matching one. Probably around his heart. Or it would be something for måneskin. To have something he worked so hard on, permanently on someone he loves so so much would have him ecstatic. 

The pet names. They're never ending and ever changing. He says he can't help it and that he just says what comes to mind when he sees you. Whether that's anima mia 1, angelo 2, amore mio 3, vita mia 4, stellina 5, cucciolo 6, leprotta 7, or dolcezza 8. You never know which one to expect but they all bring a smile to your face, nevertheless. 

Damiano would always ask your opinion on his stage outfits, not really for reassurance but more so to involve you in every possible thing he can. He loves your input and always takes it into consideration. And you help him remember some things, like something might make him too hot or might restrict his movements on stage. The practical things he doesn't always think about, more focused on the look and aesthetic of it. 

Pictures, pictures and more pictures. He loves taking pictures of you doing the smallest of tasks, especially for when he has to be away from you. If you hid your face, he would still adore the photo but pout a bit because he couldn't see you. Even if photos could never compare to the real thing, in his words. He just wants you to be able to love yourself the way he loves you. He doesn't care about some imperfections, they're what make up you and everybody has them. So, it's probably easier to just let him have his pictures. 

His lockscreen is a picture of you and him with the cats piled up between the two of you. You didn't even know he took it until you went to check something on his phone for him. Dami says you look so peaceful in it, pressing a kiss to the cat's head with your eyes closed, and that it always helps him calm down when he looks at it. That it reminds him of home when he's not there to hold you on the nights on the road. Although, his wallpaper is an entirely different story. A bit more...spicy, if you will. It's a picture of you laying in bed wearing black lacy lingerie with a camera in your hand, and Damiano's legs are able to be seen straddling your waist.

He might not always be able to call or facetime during a tour but believe it when he makes those calls worth it. He loves to be able to call you for hours at a time and if time zones allow it, go to sleep with you on call. If not, that's okay. He has your time zone saved in his clock so he can always be sure to send you a goodnight or good morning text, even if it's a bit late or early. Damia needs to have that little slice of normalcy to keep him from going crazy during the tour. He lives and breathes music, don't get me wrong. But you are his soul and his mind, without you, there would be no music. 

If you're out with the band, he will pull you as close as you'll allow. Even onto his lap if it's a more private place or just you and the others. But this also means you'll be poked and tickled the entire night, even if you slap his hands away. He can't keep his hands off of your ribs, no matter how sore his hands get from your smacks. He compares it to when a kitten nibbles on them.

Damiano needs to be convinced to take a break and slow down, often. He gets so swept up in it that he doesn't realize he hasn't had a proper meal in a couple of days or that he's been skimping on sleep to write lyrics and play around with harmonies. Getting him out of the studio is hard, but much needed. He will appreciate it, as well as apologize for neglecting you for the past days. A nice date or just something to get him outside is just what he needed. No matter how casual it is, being able to relax and spend some time with you is one of his favorite things to do.

Some of his favorite dates are the ones where the two of you are able to just do something and have a good time without the pressure of having to dress up and get ready. He still uses the heart shaped mug you made him on one of your dates, still listens to the record you got him when the two of you got all of your favorite albums and swapped. He still has the tickets from the first movie the two of you were able to go and see together, stuck in between the worn pages of some old book of italian poems he's had forever

His love language is a mix of acts of service and gift giving. He loves to give you little trinkets and stuff he finds while on tour, each item reminding him of you in some way or another. Even if it's just a rock he thought you might like, a pair of earrings you've mentioned before or even just something he thought you might could use. And he will give you one of his oversized blazers if the two of you are out and it's cool, even make sure you have enough to eat and offer you bites of his own food if you want. Hell, if you wanted what he ordered versus what you ordered, he would swap it even if your dish isn't his favorite thing.

Dami loves cooking with you, there's something so domestic about it that he can't help but imagine your future together. He always claims that the meals the two of you prepare together are the best thing he's ever eaten, no matter how simple it is. Just don't break the pasta in front of him, you'll send him into cardiac arrest.

He loves it when you trace and kiss his tattoos, they're something he's proud of and knowing how much you like them just makes him happy. Of course, he knows you don't have to adore every tattoo he has as long as he's happy with it, but it still makes him feel nice when you show his ink a bit of love. It always tickles him a bit when you drag your nail on the ones in his chest, sending shivers down his spine when you do. 

He is a cover hog, yet denies it with every bone in his body. He claims you push them onto him most of the time, despite the fact that you struggle to cover up completely whilst he's on the other side of the bed bundled up like a baby with almost the entire cover. Thankfully, he's warm enough that you can just curl up behind him or into his side and get all the heart that you need from him. He still denies that he hogs the covers when the entire comforter is in a pile on his side, almost like he's trying to build himself a nest

Showering together is one of his favorite things, he loves how intimate it can be. Holding you and helping you wash up without any need to be awkward and feeling comfortable in your own skin in front of each other means so much to him. Being able to be open with one another and not hide anything, even if it's insecurities about your body. He understands that the world isnt always the nicest place and that he can't undo how people's words might hurt you but he'll try his best to get you to love your body

Damiano would love to teach you italian if you didn't already and wanted to learn. He's so excited to be able to share something like this with you that he doesn't realize how hard it is to teach someone an entire language. He overestimates himself and how good of a teacher he is, but that doesn't mean he won't try his best. It just takes a little bit of time, for the both of you. He understands the struggles of learning a new language and wouldn't try to push you to learn it so soon. After all, Rome wasn't built in a day. 

#damiano david x reader #måneskin #maneskin #damiano david #damiano david x y/n #damiano david imagine #damiano david headcanon #måneskin x reader #måneskin x y/n #måneskin imagine #måneskin headcannon #maneskin x reader #maneskin imagine #maneskin x y/n

[yharnamsnewslug]

Hey man I’m sorry to ask (and vent) this, please feel free to ignore. Do you have any tips with how to deal with people not taking trans men’s issues seriously? It’s exhausting as fuck to be shat on by people who should be supportive. I find myself afraid to bring up my issues even among other trans men since so many of them seem to believe the main narrative being passed around about us. I know terfs aren’t actually helpful or friendly to us… but it’s honestly hard not to lurk there sometimes. because they are some of the only people actually acknowledging our issues. I don’t want to look at their stuff, but honestly some of it has been more supportive than most stuff i see from the trans community at large. Like why am I not allowed to talk about how transphobia and misogyny intersecting impacts me as a trans man? I don’t understand why people are so hostile about it. It shouldn’t be a hot take that anyone assigned female at birth is an intended target of misogyny (along with anyone who is perceived as a woman, not trying to be bio essentialist sorry I’m jumbled rn) I’d never side with or believe them (terfs) but it’s hard to have the majority of my community think people like me are oh so privileged for my gender when in reality anything that affects women oppression wise has impacted me as well, either in the past or current (such as medical and legal misogyny). Luckily I’m strong enough to know that terfs don’t actually care for me and would attempt to groom me into detransing. But holy shit how do people not see that this will push some vulnerable trans men in a radfem direction? How can I bring our intersection of misogyny and transphobia up in a way that won’t make people hate me for it? I just want someone to believe me when I say that these things impact me, without making it a pissing content.

Ho boy, I had to pause and read and reread this for a while but... this hits deep - that frustration of people never taking you, your identity, your struggles seriously... I've had that my entire life.

I've found that people who don't want to listen and just want to feel self-righteous won't ever listen to reason. And I think that's the toughest thing to get over, at least right now. I believe that this anti-transmasc flare is going to fade one day, but I really would like to explain my train of thought when my frustration overwhelms me.

I believe this transandrophobic wave, much like the biphobic, aphobic, panphobic waves, will one day fade into the background instead of being the Brand New Discourse. This is because the arguments against us are word-by-word the same as Ace DiscourseTM (i hate to call it that but it's a way for me to be understood).

If indeed this is a WaveTM, then the best thing you can do is keep being present, keep fighting, keep being loud and proud of being transmasculine. Let people know that you're here to stay.

Do not seek fucking discourse. It will do you no good. Defend yourself if needed, but block people liberally and curate your dash and internet experience, instead of seeking Baeddels or transandrophobes calling us hysterical women.

The goal here is to exist. To resist. To persist. We need to stay as a cohesive group, a COMMUNITY, one that has different experiences and allows different people to speak up on what transandrophobia has done to us.

If we persist as a community, we've won.

They want us gone. They want to do to us what they've done to the ace community. They want our flags, our queerness, our openness, our lives to be erased from the internet so years down the line, transmasculine people believe we have no community.

Well I fucking refuse. And you should, too.

The best you can do is exist. And happily so. Do your best to post funny little memes and some theory and vent about your life (with proper tags) WHILE blocking any fuckwad who tells you your masculinity is not intrinsic to your transness.

Please, stay. Stay alive and stay awake. Stay free and stay happy among us. Because with that, we can beat these radfems. We can beat the cycle of erasure and hatred.

I believe in us. And I believe in you, anon.

(I also want to thank people like @vaspider and @nothorses for being still active, still here, still wonderfully present when I was ready to give up. They both inspire me so much.)

#ask #anon #transandrophobia

[writing-in-lesbian]

Salvation in Disguise

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff / Female reader (platonic) Tags: angst, cursing words, minor assumed violence, mentions of homophobia, legal age gap. Translations: pozhaluysta = please. Synopsis: When Wanda is leaving Westview, all its habitants felt relieved, left to their own devices to rebuild their old lives and to never heard from Wanda again. Except for you. You were left with an important decision. Her spell and control over your family gave you an escape from their control and mistreats towards you. So when she's driving away, you had a few minutes to save your life.

You were at the park having a rare time for yourself. Your parents allowed you to go and walk around before you have to go back for lunch. A rare occasion indeed, since you were 99% of your time with your parents and siblings, despite being legally out of age and with a well-paid job. 

For some reason, that seems normal to all your neighbors, living at your parent's house feels normal, but to you, there’s something else. You can’t explain it but you feel something is not quite right, but since you have so much fun when you’re with them you don’t question the nagging feeling in the back of your head.

With the day off, you decided to take on Agnes' advice and try that coffee shop in front of the park. Has it always been here? You can’t remember seeing it before, but with so many things happening lately and your constant daydreaming you think it might have been renovated and you never noticed.

You ordered the special of the day a “dirty chai” (which is just a chai latte with an espresso shot) and an integral muffin (balance) before going back to the park to do your favorite activity: people watching. 

Choosing your favorite bench in front of the fountain, you enjoy your small snack hoping to see at least from afar your favorite person in the whole town. Wanda Maximoff. 

You don’t remember when they moved here, maybe you never paid any attention to the people around your hood, but when it came to her? It was unavoidable not to. You formed a good relationship after the twins were born, helping her babysit for a few days after Monica went back to her hometown. The boys grew so fast (almost in the blink of an eye) but they were your favorite ones to watch. You even like Vision (was it an odd name? Sure) despite he being the one married to your crush. 

You were so engrossed and lost in your thoughts you don’t notice Wanda running into the park. It’s not until you heard a loud crash you turn your eyes to the sky and see it.

Agnes. 

Floating up there in the sky and throwing what it seems flashes of lights.

And Wanda. Beautiful and innocent Wanda.

Floating as well.

You see a purple light go straight to her.

You drop your muffin and get up from the bench so fast. “WANDA WATCH OUT!”

You’re not sure if she heard you but before you can yell at her again that same light hits you square on the chest, sending you a few meters away and impacting your body against a lamp post. Everything goes black.

… … …

”I’m not a witch. I don’t cast spells. No one taught me magic”

“Your powers exceed that of the Sorcerer Supreme. It’s your destiny to destroy the world” … … …

You hear a lot of commotion, you grunt and try to open your eyes. Everything is dark, a red mist covering the sky. You desperately look around for Wanda. You have a horrible headache, it’s as if something trapped in your mind is trying to get free. You try to get up but your body refuses, managing only to sit up.

You hear Agnes's voice up above you and when you look up at the sky, Wanda is there, surrounded by the red mist. It looks as if it's coming out of her. Her previous red hoodie is now a red top, on her forehead, there’s a tiara.

Standing there open-mouthed you can’t help but appreciate her beauty and strength. Even Agnes (did she call her Agatha?) Is it a weird kind of purple robe? You hear the twins and Monica around you, you even saw a flash of something red and white flaying on the other side of the park but you don’t have eyes for anyone else but Wanda.

A big explosion surrounds you and the park. And then everything goes black again, but you’re conscious this time. You know you should go back home, you’re not sure what’s happening but you’ll probably be safer at home.

There’s this nagging feeling again inside your head. At this point, it might explode from the pain. Migraines are nothing compared to this, but you can’t move. You are glued to your spot. You can’t stop outlook out for Wanda.

Suddenly, the sun comes out again (did it ever went down) and everything is bright. You see Monica in a black and white uniform in front of the twins, Vision s there as well but he’s….red? (You. Might have hit your head harder than you expect it. Westview was known for weird shit happening but this is extreme). 

When you see Wanda again, you see her talking to Agnes, and right before your eyes, her clothes change, her angry and scared voice goes back to being the overly sweet lady you once knew. You stand up and run back home despite your mind screaming not to.

// // //

It’s past midnight when you feel it. You were awakened by this flash of light bringing you back from dreamland gasping for air. 

Your mind is racing 3000 miles a second. Memories of your life coming up to you. 

Being yelled at, hit and slapped, punished by the person’s that should love you no matter what just for loving another girl. 

Been kept against your own will at the house.

The constant verbal and physical abuse. 

The loneliness of being taken far away from your friends and your ex-girlfriend and going to live in the middle of nowhere town when you were 16. A town so small no one would even think about looking out for you here. 

The hopelessness of not being able to run away because your father was a retired high-rank government officer. 

You check your thighs and wrists. The fading scars are there. The ones where you cut to numb the paint make you forget and maybe the final one that takes you out of this realm. 

You remember one day being up in your room crying yourself to sleep when your headaches started. You were no stranger to migraines, but this was worse, so bad you wanted to vomit. 

You ran to your bathroom. Next thing you know, you were having family dinners and going on Sunday family trips. 

And you knew everything was related to Wanda. Things changed when she came to town.

Wanda, the park, Agnes (guess is Agatha know). You suddenly put 2 and 2 together.

Wanda.

You need to see her.

You know you need to run to her. She might be your salvation.

You think you probably have a few hours before everyone is starting to get up and getting their memories, but the noise coming from your parent's rooms tells you it’s not that much.

Throwing a few changes of clothes, the few money you had saved from your babysitting days, you take your bag and slowly and quietly make your way downstairs. If the clock is right is almost 3 am.

You reach the main floor when the door of your parent's rooms cracks. You hold your breath, praying to someone they don’t notice you. The bathroom door closes a few seconds later. You make your way to the living room, only noticing the one picture is there. You stand there, behind your parents and where they used to be your siblings, you see there’s nothing there. It was just part of whatever Wanda created for you.

You take the opportunity and open the living room window and jump through it. The main and back doors are locked at night and only your father has the key. One night when he left you outside all night after getting late 3 minutes after your curfew, you made sure to break the lock on the leaving room window in case of an emergency. They never opened it so never noticed it.

You see the bathroom light is still on. You count to ten before sprinting toward the driveway and towards Wanda’s house, hoping to find her. At this point, you’ll be happy to find Agatha or even Monica.

Before you arrive at her house you stop. You don’t even know if your theory is correct but at this point of your life, you’re ready to risk it. 

You get there and look for her house. All you see is an empty lot.

No house, no construction, not even the reminiscent of anything. You start to panic.

“No, no, no, no”

Your breath gets shallow and your eyes are burning from your tears. You look frantically trying so desperately to find a sign of her. Anything but there’s nothing.

“You shouldn’t be here… Y/N”

Her thick accent makes you turn so fast your neck hurts.

“Wanda” you say with relief in your voice. She’s taken aback, clearly not expecting it. Her eyes are swollen and her red outfit is nowhere to be seen. Instead, she’s wearing a black hoodie.

You take a step towards her but she takes one back. You stop. 

“What are you doing here?”

“I…”

You don’t know. You just wanted to see her. The night air is colder or maybe is just your nerves. You hug yourself in order to get some warmth into your body. Your pj’s aren’t exactly the warmest ones.

She sees this and conjures a thick jacket around you. When you say nothing she continues putting some bags into her car. A black and heavy-looking bag pack at her shoulders. 

“You’re leaving?”

“I don’t think I’m welcoming here anymore Y/N. You should go home”

It’s the panic of not seeing her again, of her leaving you that has you getting closer to her and taking her wrist, stopping whatever task she was doing.

“Take me with you”

“What?” Her voice is barely a whisper but in the silence of the night is so loud she might be well yelling at you.

“Take me whit you Wanda… please”

You don’t beg. Never. Not after learning at a young age it only brought more problems, your father never stopped if you begged, it just enraged him more, so you learn to never beg, for anything.

She sees your hand on her wrist and feels the emotions swilling around you. She dares not to look at your mind but your thoughts are so loud she can’t help to see half of the abuse you have suffered. 

A small gasp leaves her lips.

“Why do you want to go with me? I’m a monster. You saw it yourself”

“You’re not a monster. Not to me”

She’s still watching your hand. Your voice is just a whisper.

“I trapped you here”

“You freed me”

“I controlled your mind!”

“You saved me!”

“You... I… what?” She’s speechless, her nose scrunched in this little way you always thought cute.

“I don’t know the extend of what happened or how it happened, All I know is that my life was hell, literal hell and then you came into Westview and…”

“I should never have done what I did Y/N. You should be afraid of me”

“I’m not”

“Well you should”

You can tell she’s getting exasperated. Her eyes flashing red.

“Wanda… pozhaluysta”

It’s that little world in her native langue that has her seeing you for the first time this night. She sees your eyes and sees all the pain and anguish you have. She sees the same reflected in her eyes.

A plea in your eyes. You don’t see her as a monster or the Scarlet Witch. When you see her, she can see hope in your eyes.

She joined the Avengers and fought at their side to save people. The recent events after Thanos sidetracked her and blinded her. She was grieving and in pain… and did things she never thought of doing. Was she really what Hydra, Ultron, Agatha, and a lot of people said she was? Someone to be afraid of?

But you were here and as much as she just wants to grieve and is suffering, she has the chance again of being a hero. To make the effort and fight for once she once fought, to be worthy again, to make Vision sacrifice worth, to fight for the love she once felt.

“Okey”

The smile you give her is prof enough she can start again.

When Wanda left Westview and all its habitants, they felt relieved, left to their own devices to rebuild their old lives and to never heard from her again. Except for you. 

You were leaving with her, escaping from the real prison you lived before she came into your life and offered you your salvation in disguise.

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x y/n #wanda maximoff x female reader #marvel #angs #cross posted on AO3 #fanfic #AO3 fanfic

[samstree]

for the drabble thing: “you weren’t there”

maybe post mountain geraskier? i’m in an angsty mood rn but whatever you wanna write will be good :)

Creatures of the Night (2)

It's the night of Jaskier and Valdo's wedding. Geralt needs to do something.

(endgame geraskier, background valdo/jaskier, angst, infidelity)

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The Oxenfurt Observatory might just be the grandest building in Redania.

The great hall is decorated with countless flowers and candles, giving the ancient walls a soft glow. Through the tall glass ceiling, stars are shining in the clear night sky, the perfect weather for a wedding.

It must be Jaskier’s idea, to be handfasted at midnight, to have his guests slow-dance under the moon and the stars until dawn breaks. Their new life will begin when the candles burn out and the first ray of light spills into the room.

If only there’s a competition for the biggest romantic on the continent. Jaskier could win without breaking a sweat.

The room is being filled up with guests—mostly bards and professors, old schoolmates of the two grooms. After all, both Valdo and Jaskier are Oxenfurt’s children, which means everyone is dressed in the most colorful clothes one could imagine. In another word, the room is being filled up with Jaskiers, and it’s getting loud.

It’s more difficult to locate the bard himself through the din of the room, but Geralt hears him, unmistakably. Jaskier’s heartbeat approaches the Observatory, thrumming with nervousness.

No more nervous than Geralt.

He breathes in, and exits the room in a few strides. And there Jaskier is, surrounded by pale moonlight, with jasmine flowers braided into his hair and pure joy painted across his cheeks. He seems to be murmuring a private joke to Essi, and they both burst into strings of giggles.

Geralt almost backs out.

“Geralt!” Jaskier notices him. “You came! I was worried for a moment.”

“Of course.” Geralt gestures to the outfit he helped pick out. “You look nice.”

“Thank you. Now, Poppet, can you give us a few moments?” Jaskier sends Essi inside with the sweetest smile. She shoulders past Geralt a little too curtly. There’s always an air of wariness whenever Essi regards Geralt, an untrusting side-eye here and there.

“Don’t mind her.” Jaskier waves when they are left alone. “Little Eye is a tad too protective. She’ll get over it.”

“Hmm.” Geralt swallows hard. “Can we find somewhere more private? I want to talk to you.”

Jaskier blinks, but leads them away anyway until they are by the side of the road, the celebrating crowd and the orange glow of candlelight in the distance.

“Here to make sure I end up someone else’s problem, aren’t you? Don’t worry, in about half an hour, I will be legally required to only bother Valdo for the rest of eternity.” Jaskier nudges Geralt in the shoulder, a jasmine slipping by his ear.

Geralt rights it without thinking, his fingers trembling.

Gods, he can’t say it. He can’t. Jaskier is so happy and Geralt will only ruin their friendship. His second chance is too precious to be risked—

“No, actually,” Geralt heaves out a breath, his heart pounding. “The opposite."

Jaskier snorts, “And, my dear witcher, what is the opposite?”

Here it goes.

“I am in love with you.”

The words sink into the silence. Geralt’s world narrows down to the steady rise and fall of Jaskier’s chest and the little hitch in his breathing. In the darkness of the night, Jaskier’s eyes stay in the shadows, his emotions obscured.

“No, you are not.” When he finally answers, it comes out in a snort. “Ha! A good one, Geralt! And they say witchers don’t have a sense of humor, idiots!”

Jaskier lets out another dry laugh, although the waver in his voice betrays everything.

“I am,” Geralt stresses again, “in love with you, Jaskier.”

Jaskier is staring, the upturn of his lips freezing into shock, the rise and fall of his chest picking up into a frenzy and suddenly he’s breathing too fast. “You can’t. You just can’t…” Air seems to trap in his lungs and a salty tang of tears hits Geralt full-force.

“I wish I couldn’t love, like what they say, but Jaskier, I can and I do—”

“You can’t do this to me!” Jaskier shouts, crying openly. “No, no! You don’t get to tell me this now! We had twenty years…”

Geralt wants more than anything in the world to pull Jaskier into his arms and wipe away the tears, but the space between them is too great. “I didn’t know for twenty years, Jask. Forgive me. It was only after the mountain that I learned how important you were to me. I couldn’t go on like this—”

“The mountain?” Jaskier chokes out a whimper. “You realized after the mountain? You mean when I bared my heart to you and you stomped on it like it was nothing?”

Geralt shakes his head, the guilt constricting his chest. “I’m sorry. For all the pain I caused you.”

“For months I thought I was but a mistake to you, that you hated me for two decades and couldn’t wait to cast me aside like dirt stuck on your shoes. Do you even know… Geralt, do you have an ounce of idea what I went through?”

Jaskier sways and Geralt catches him in his arms, placing his head on his shoulders and feeling the uncontrollable shakes running down Jaskier’s spine. The sight of Jaskier hurt because of him, again, pains Geralt more than any monster’s claws or talons.

“I love you, Jaskier,” he vows. “You were never nothing to me. You are everything. I was an idiot. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

Jaskier struggles and swats at his shoulders and Geralt takes it all the while murmuring more sweet nothings into his ear. Finally, when Jaskier calms down, it’s with another whimper. “You are an idiot.”

“I am.” Geralt cradles the nape of Jaskier’s neck, running his thumb in circles, soothing the last of the trembling away. “Just one word from you, Jask, I can take you away. You don’t have to marry him. Just give me the word and I’m yours. Gods, I’ve waited for so long for this day. At last, I’m sure of my heart, just as I’m sure of yours.”

He buries into Jaskier’s hair and inhales the grief and the flowers, and something that is distinctly Jaskier, expecting a whispered plea. Just one word from Jaskier and they can start their new life together.

What he doesn’t expect is the way Jaskier goes stiff in his arms and the hand that pushes him away.

The soft moonlight catches a glint in Jaskier’s eyes, and it speaks of determination. “Valdo,” he says, as if in a dream.

“You don’t have to marry him. We can lea—”

“Valdo will be here soon.” Jaskier sniffles and wipes at his tears frantically. His whole face is puffy from crying and there’s no way he can hide it. “It’s almost midnight.”

Geralt’s world comes to a stop.

“What?”

“Get inside, and don’t say anything about this.”

“I don’t understand. Jask, you don’t need to go through this anymore. I’ll give you anything you ask. Just say the words, please,” he begs for the first time in a century, catching Jaskier’s hand.

“I am saying it. Get inside. Sit in the back row and don’t speak to me. Valdo might be able to tell.” With a few deep breaths, Jaskier school his features back to neutral. “Only the gods know how he can read me like an open book.”

Geralt’s blood runs cold. “Do you love him?”

The anguish by the corner of Jaskier’s lips says everything. It remains as he smiles a crooked smile. “He loves me. Oh, Geralt, he loves me. I can’t hurt him like this.”

“I thought,” Geralt looks down in shame. “I thought I knew your heart.”

“I thought I did too.”

“Then why?”

“You weren’t there,” Jaskier shrugs like it’s the easiest explanation. “He was.”

Despite every cell in Geralt’s body screaming against it, he nods and lets go of Jaskier’s hand, allowing his limp fingers to slip from his grasp at last.

Jaskier has asked it of him after all.

He doesn’t know how he got back into the crowd, the warm light only a blur in his vision. Another group is stopping near the hall, among them is the other groom-to-be. Valdo’s worried voice when he sees Jaskier is another blow to Geralt’s chest.

“Oh, Julian, are you crying?”

“Just…too happy.”

There’s the sound of kissing, and Geralt can’t tune it out. He laughs at himself for the masochistic tendencies, but maybe he deserves the torture.

“No more tears. Let’s get married, my love.”

The guests settle, and the music begins.

The happy couple walks towards the altar in the witness of family and friends, and Geralt watches every moment of it.

If the smile on Jaskier’s face is a bit strained as the priest ties the ribbon, no one seems to notice.

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#geraskier #geraskier fic #angst #background valdo/jaskier #geralt x jaskier #weddnings #unrequited love #requited unrequited love #valdo marx #endgame geraskier #ignore the fact that glass ceilings weren't a thing back then #also 'Oxenfurt Observatory' looks so nice

[thefallennightmare]

Hard to Love [1/?]

Pairings: Chris Evans x Reader

Words: 1060

Warnings: this story will have mentions of abuse, mental and physical so please read at your own risk. Some swearing, angst, and a good amount of fluff. Maybe some smut if I’m feeling frisky.

Summary: After moving to a new town all on her own, Reader would do anything for a stable job and income. Even if that means housekeeping for one of Boston’s eligible bachelors. What she didn’t expect was finding herself falling in love with him and him finding out about the past that she was running from.

A/N: Well, I couldn’t help myself. I’ve had this idea for a Chris Evans fic for awhile now and if I don't get this written soon, I’m gonna bust. As always, let me know what you all think and if you would like to be tagged! I’m unsure of how long this story will actually be. 

My car idled in front of the three story home, nerves racking my insides as I counted all of the windows. Doubt filled my veins, wondering if this was actually the best idea. I shook my head, knowing that I didn’t have any other choice; I needed the money. I had been living in Boston for a few months now and even though my night job paid well, it still wasn’t enough to pay all the bills. 

I had answered an ad in the paper, a top notch and very secretive ad, and when I called about it the lady on the phone said that I would have to sign some legal documents IF I was offered the job; I needed to be interviewed of course. 

With a few quick deep breaths, I scurried from my car and up the front steps, not wanting to be caught in the sudden rain that had started falling from the sky the second I pulled up. 

Maybe it was God sending me a bad omen, telling me that this job wasn’t a good idea. 

Before I could find myself running back to my car, I softly knocked on the door and waited patiently a few seconds for someone to open up. 

“Hi, you must be Y/N!” A petite blonde answered the door with a room brightening smile. “I’m Laura.”

I nodded. “I’m sorry I’m a few minutes late, I’m new to the area so I’m still trying to find my way around.” 

She waved me off, allowing me to step inside. “No problem at all. Please come in and make yourself comfortable. Would you like anything to drink?” 

I shook my head. “If you don’t mind me asking, what exactly type of job am I interviewing for? The ad said we would go into more details in person.”

Laura nodded, motioning me to follow her throughout the house. I could help but gawk at the size of it and all of the expensive things that cluttered the home; in a good way. 

“The main job is you’ll be the housekeeper. Coming twice a week; one day to clean and the other to do laundry. The pay is very good and you can choose your schedule and what days you would like to come.” 

“It already seems like I’ve got the job,” I semi joked. 

“Your background check cleared and you had a lot of positive recommendations from past employers.” 

At the mention of a background check, my shoulders went rigid with fear, wondering exactly what she had found. I had to remind myself that she said it was all clear, not finding anything suspicious from my past. And I wanted to keep it that way. 

“You mentioned on the phone that I would have to sign some legal papers?” I questioned as we entered the kitchen. 

I was jealous that she was able to cook in this kitchen every single day. 

Laura nodded again. “Giving who you’re cleaning for, you need to sign an NDA.” 

I couldn’t help the confused look that spread across my face.

“I’m not working for you?” 

Laura shook her head. 

“It’s a Non Disclosure Agreement,” she informed me. “Basically it’s saying that whatever happens here or what you see or hear, you cannot tell anyone. You can’t tell anyone who you work for either.”

“Who exactly am I working for?” I questioned once we came to a stop in an open living room. 

There was a man leaning against the couch, his broad shoulders and back facing us. His hands were sprawled over the top of the couch and I marveled at the veins that popped out with every movement. Once he heard us walk in, he looked up, his eyes piercing into my own. 

I sucked in a breath when it finally hit me who exactly I was going to be working for. 

Chris Evans. 

“Hi, you must be Y/N?” He smiled while extending the hand that I found myself staring at. 

I nodded.

“Hi,” I mumbled, shocked that he was who I was going to be working for. 

My hand felt so small in his and the slight roughness of his palm scratched my own. 

“I’m sure my assistant Laura gave you all the details of the job?” Chris asked while crossing his arms over his chest. 

Assistant? 

I found myself letting out a breath that I didn’t know I was holding when I realized that they weren’t dating, she was only his assistant. 

“Uh, yeah. She mentioned that you would need me two days a week but I could choose what days.” 

Chris nodded. “Whatever hours work best for you too. It’s only me and Dodger so we really don’t make that big of a mess but it would be nice to be able to keep up with the house.” 

“Of course,” I smiled. “I do have a night job but this one won’t interfere with it. What’s the earliest you would like me here?” 

He ran a hand over his beard in thought. “Let’s say 10 a.m?” 

“Works for me. I would just have to be done by 6 if that works for you?” I questioned. 

Chris smiled that eye crinkling smile that made millions of women swoon over him. 

“Can you start tomorrow?” He asked. 

I nodded, a little too eagerly in my opinion. “Yeah. Thank you so much, Mr. Evans. I really appreciate it.” 

He waved me off. “It’s not a problem. You’ll be helping me a lot. And call me Chris.” 

“Chris,” I muttered his name on my lips, loving the way it sounded. 

My mind was far off in thought as he said goodbye and I started following Laura back to the front door. 

I never would have expected that when I chose to move to Boston that I would be working for one of it’s most eligible bachelors. The only thing that worried me was the past that I was running from; afraid that it would find me and catch up to me. I needed a new life, far away from my old one, and I was able to find it here in this quiet suburban town. Everything was slowly falling into place and I couldn’t help but smile at the many different thoughts I had about my new boss. 

Tomorrow was going to be fun.

#chris evans #chris evans x reader #chris evans and reader #chris evans smut #chris evans angst #captain america #marvel #chris jamal evans #christopher evans #reader insert #chris evans x y/n