#sorry but nothing compares to oth

[soupywrites]

I don’t know much about Splatoon, but you could write something on your favorite character(s) going through a typical day :4

This one was interesting to tackle. Hope you like it!

OTH: Day Off

Marina awoke to the sound of her own tossing and turning. She rolled over, half asleep, and found herself looking at the face of her girlfriend. Pearl laid there peacefully. I wonder what she’s dreaming about, Marina pondered.

She turned back onto her left side and finally opened her eyes fully. The sunlight was beginning to pour itself into the room through the large window, the curtain barely able to block most of the morning rays. It was seven o’clock, much too early for the sleeping princess on the right.

Marina slowly slipped out of bed and slid on her sandals before making her way out the door and down the hall. She immediately resigned herself to her office; she’d been trying to crack the code on her most recent project for ages. Marina worked well into the afternoon, not once pausing to take a break.

The door to the office made a loud creaking, and a faint shuffling was heard outside. Pearl came into the small, cluttered room, still not fully awake, and sat on the floor next to Marina’s chair. She waited for her girlfriend to acknowledge her, but Marina never did. So, she did the only logical thing, and she pushed aside a stack of papers that rested on the corner of the desk and pulled herself off the floor. Pearl hopped up so she was sitting on the desk and waited. Marina finally looked up from her laptop and she, albeit a bit startled, locked eyes with Pearl. Marina smiled softly, and leaned in to kiss her forehead. Pearl smiled, and then stretched her arms before jumping off the desk.

“C’mon, ‘Rina! You can’t waste the day in your office again!” Pearl determined. “Let’s do something! It’s not often that we have a whole day to just ourselves. No interviews, no autographs.”

“Aww, Pearlie! You know I want nothing more than to spend my day with you, but I really have to get this part done, and…” Marina trailed off, focusing back on her work. Pearl shifted to stand behind her.

“‘Rina, you can’t be serious. Eight is out with Three right now, Callie and Marie are hanging out with Acht. We even convinced Deep Cut to handle the Square’s news so we could take a day,” Pearl shook her head. “You work ALL THE TIME. Don’t think I haven’t caught you working late at night recently. I’ve been cold alone in the bed, ya know!”

Marina smiled sheepishly, almost in a grimace, and then sighed. Closing the lid of her laptop, she swiveled her chair around to fully face Pearl, who had already made her way to the door, leaning against the frame.

“I’m sorry, Princess,” Marina said, looking apologetically at her girlfriend. “You’re right. I suppose I do work quite a bit, and it’s the first day we’ve had in a while where we can be alone. Let me make it up to you.” She rose from her chair and walked over to Pearl. She was almost minuscule compared to Marina, but Marina gently took Pearl’s hands in her own anyway.

“How?” Pearl asked, now smiling.

“Let’s go to lunch. Or, err, a late lunch. Wherever you want.”

“And then what will we do?”

“We can take a walk in the park.”

“That sounds nice.”

“You think so?”

“I do.”

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Marina went back to the bedroom to change into something more appropriate, and Pearl followed her in, sitting on the bed waiting. Marina emerged from the closet in a light blue dress and black Toni Kensa high-tops. Pearl blushed, slightly embarrassed that she was simply going to go out in her black ripped jeans, Cherry Kicks, and old band tee that she had already been donning.

“Gee, you make me feel so uncivilized sometimes, ‘Rina,” Pearl laughed. “Sometimes I wonder how someone like you ended up with someone like me.”

“What does that mean?” Marina turned to face Pearl.

“You’re just so beautiful, that’s all,” Pearl sighed. “And smart, and talented, and crazy awesome all the time. I’m just, you know, Pearl Houzuki, the short annoying one from the splatcast.” Pearl smiled, but it simply was there to distract from her eyes which held her true feelings.

“Pearlie! You’re not annoying, and you’re smarter and way cooler than I am, alright?” Marina walked over to the bed, almost floating, and held Pearl in her arms. “Nothing will ever change that. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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They decided to head to the new Inkopolis Square Crab-N-Go for lunch, taking their food outside and sitting at one of the more isolated tables. Marina and Pearl got a “Marigold’en Garden Greens” to share.

“Ya know, I never can wrap my head around how you think that tastes good,” Pearl teased, pointing at Marina’s “Salty Melon Special.”

“It’s the perfect blend of salty and sweet,” Marina nodded. “Kinda like you.”

Pearl looked down at her “Smoothie Especial” and smiled to herself.

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Hand in hand, the pair walked down the pathway in the park, taking in the scenery. Other Inklings and Octolings were taking strolls, but the two only noticed each other. Marina dragged Pearl over to a pond where small fish were darting left and right.

“Isn’t it so pretty? How can something so dangerous be so beautiful?” Marina sighed, crouching down next to the water.

Pearl, arms crossed, stood above Marina and nodded. “Kinda like you, huh?”

Marina, flustered, turned around to look at Pearl and smiled. “Aww, Pearlie!”

Pearl helped Marina off the ground, and they continued walking.

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Back at their home, Marina laid her head on Pearls lap as the two watched the Deep Cut splatcast, the sun setting in the west.

“You lip-sync, we drip ink!”

“Ay, ay, ay!”

The idols’ voices could be heard throughout the room.

“You know, they’re doing pretty great for newbies,” Pearl stated.

“Yeah, they’re all great! I know we have a kind of rivalry with them, but I’m glad we can all still be friendly,” Marina said happily.

“So, Shiver, have you heard the new Off The Hook song?” Frye rocked back and forth on her pillow.

Shiver bowed in thought, and then turned to face Frye. “‘We’re So Back,’ right?”

Marina shifted so she was sitting upright, eyes glued to the TV. Pearl simply sat back, crossing her arms over her chest in preparation for judgement.

“Yep, that’s the one! Everyone was getting HYPED this past splatfest now that they’re back from their world tour.”

“Ay! Ay? (I quite enjoyed the song! How about you two?)” Big man chimed in.

“It definitely wasn’t as good as us,” Frye said, almost teasingly, like she knew Marina and Pearl were watching. “But it was still pretty great! What about you, Shiv?”

“Here we go,” Pearl muttered.

Shiver closed her eyes and then smiled. “After ‘Suffer No Fools,’ I bet you all think I’m going to bash Off The Hook. But you’re wrong! ‘We’re So Back’ was the best song I’ve seen come out of Pearl and Marina in a while. At the very least, it has my approval.” She tapped her fan on the kendai.

“No way!” Pearl was standing now, having jumped up when she heard Shiver’s compliment.

“Can we just take a moment to give a shout out to Inkopolis Square? It’s been fun repping you guys today, too!” Frye said. “And also, to Off The Hook, hope y’all are having a great day!”

“And that’s it…for now.”

“Ay! (Let’s get outta here!)”

“From Splatsville, and Inkopolis, that’s a wrap.”

All three stood up. “Catch ya later!”

With that, Deep Cut disappeared from the screen, leaving the cooking program that had been on running in the background. Pearl was stunned, and Marina pulled her back onto the couch.

“Ohmg Pearlie! They liked our song!” Marina was practically singing.

“Yeah, if I’m being honest, I’m kind of surprised.”

“Maybe this means we can all just be friends now?” Marina was excitedly rambling now, talking about future songs and events.

“Maybe,” Pearl smiled.

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Marina fell asleep lying on Pearl on the couch; it was already ten o’clock. Pearl, still wide awake, sat and mentally planned out their day tomorrow. Splatcast at eight, two hours of band work, another splatcast at ten, Eight and Acht come to the studio for two hours, another splatcast at twelve. Pearl sighed. It’s all just ink and repeat, she thought.

Pearl, who is much stronger than she looks, managed to carry Marina to the bedroom, setting her in the bed. Turning the lights off, Pearl smiled at her sleeping girlfriend, and she then hopped in the bed herself. However, she couldn’t stop thinking about what Shiver had said, and how happy it made Marina. Pearl made a mental note to thank Deep Cut tomorrow for taking over the splatcast today, and she fell asleep content with her day.

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[makima-s-most-smile]

Trigun Maximum 1

Hahaha, I am getting closer to the others. Soon I’ll catch up to the book club. This goal is both normal and possible to achieve! And I finally got how to do more than 10 pics… So less parts. MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA, I have all the power now! Edit: Hahaha, I failed. Too much to waffle about and too many nice screenshots. Help me...

Chapter 01: Hero Reborn

And the sheriff was killed off on the first page. New readers get an immediate taste of how No-Man’s-Land works and we old readers get reminded that the world is extremely gritty.

WooWoo! *squeals* He is our point of reference again. I love how he just takes everything in when he gets off the bus, keeping his distance from the trouble around him and just going for his goal. He is a passive observer, like us! We don’t know his angle or his motivations yet. He is as much a stranger to us as to the rest of the world.

Again, just by his style, he is something we are very used to (typical japanese salary man), but at the same time a total outlier to the wild west design of the world. Especially with how he is framed like this, just a black colour compared to the other more western clothes style of the cowboys. Old readers may read him with more of a bit of distrust, but new readers see him with curious eyes.

Okay, correct me if I am wrong, is his titwindow smaller in the earlier volumes? Or did BLR just totally screw me up? Because this is not a titwindow for me! That is just an open collar.

Gosh, Woowoo has the best faces.

Ahhh… the good old “Ey, bartender, tell me the newest rumours”-trope. Every DnD-games needs it!

Nightow just randomly blew up many innocents, including babies, who urged and pushed to get to leave the town with the bus. And everyone just sits there and does nothing. Damn. Well, the sheriff just died, but damn. People really grow apathetic with all the violence around. As long as it doesn’t hurt them or their closest. I have to be honest, I wouldn’t be much different, I think. :/ People just endure.

New readers do not know what happened and they don’t get much exposition, especially the crucial Knives' scene. I wouldn’t say that this is a good move by Nightow. It shifts the tone a bit. But they get to know the gist of what supposedly happened. It tells us how the whole world sees Vash. Old readers already know, but new readers soon will learn about the blatant discrepancy between Vash and The humanoid typhoon. And that point, I feel, is really well done.

I think it is a little bit sad that I don’t see anywhere implied that Wolfwood knows what truly happened. I don’t think we ever get reminded of that little part though it is such an important part for Wolfwood’s characterization. It is the reason he knows so much and the reason why he is struggling so much with his perception of Vash. 

Sorry, but that smirk. That has to mean that being a priest while carrying his cross machine gun is a fucking joke for Wolfwood. Only he is privy to it. His own running inside joke that hides the pain that comes with it.

Was the sheriff the minister, too? Or did they both go to placate the evil Vash? Or was he just a random bystander/on the bus on the way out?

This… Is what I headcanon how Wolfwood mostly gets his money from, next to hunting possible bounties and his "tradesman" skill. (I am not over my tradesman perception and I never will, fight me on this, please) He goes from city to city and helping out where no priest is, giving last blessing, first blessing and all the shebang. 

Immediate recognition! It’s your dream man, Wolfy! Go get him! Have a lifechanging journey! Find a good place to rest together and find yourself and each other!

I feel Lina on a personal level and Vash… sorry, just no. Really JUST NO! How about you let your body be used against your will for the enjoyment of oth… Oh… VASH, THAT IS EVEN WORSE NOW! (He makes me so angry in this scene that I could only react with sarcasm…) I know this is Vash at his weakest, but still. Bodily autonomy is something very important in this manga (something I will come back to in 9 volumes), Vash regularly gave up his right to his physical integrity, but that was (except with Knives) by his own choice. Lina didn’t have this choice. Should she really be forced to decide between her life and her bodily autonomy?

I think there is at least one other instance where Wolfwood cannot eat his food in peace and… I love this gag. Let Wolfwood eat in peace! But gimme 20 more of these! Please!

Vash has truly lost himself. Someone who makes such demands, isn’t interested in holding his word. This is a sadist who wants to kick someone already down. Even worse for Vash, while abusing his image to do so. And Vash still complies! The image of the humanoid typhoon is so strongly connected to his trauma, that Vash just gives in with the hope that if he just puts his head down, everything will be fine. But it won’t. People just trying to leave get shot up in a bus, the dutiful sheriff got killed. Someone with the firepower to do so needs to stop these people. If you give in to bullies, they will continue and get worse. The image of the humanoid typhoon and his presence won't leave, if you ignore it, Vash.

Wolfwood and Vash seem too familiar in the way they act. It feels a bit weird, when the last thing we saw was that Wolfwood was scared shitless by the fifth moon incident where he barely came out with his life, cursing Vash. I know our babies had this immediate bronection, but it is such a strange change. 

In this scene though, I understand. The guys are pisstalking. Putting down Vash and building up their own bravado in doing so. “Hurgh, yeah, I am so cool, I wouldn’t beg for my life, much less for the life of a loved on, fuck yeah.” And they needed to be put down a peg. It takes courage to humiliate yourself. As much as a miserable display it was for the Vash we knew, it took courage!

I truly love when Wolfwood uses the Punisher as a blunt weapon. He used it in Ultimate to put down the controlled Slavers and I just love it. Use that Mega Stake Machine Gun as a blunt force weapon! (I hope someone gets it… I am old… Please.)

New plantpower shown! No wonder Vash can treat himself so haphazardly… I feel it blinds his perspective on humans and their decision quite a bit. A human would have most likely died, being shot like that.

Huff, this scene… Is Vash calling his situation/predicament that or is he calling Wolfwood a hound of hell (funny… Wolf… Hound…) or is it just his name that follows him in the form of the false Vash? All three possible.

And Wolfwood giving him the revolver. He looks so serious there. Maybe even remorseful. Wolfwood knows what he is doing in that moment. He doesn't like it.

Doesn’t Wolfwood just outright tell Vash that he was either there when Knives took over or has something to do with them in that scene? He never saw the gun in his time with Vash, as far as we readers have seen (‘98 on the other hand knows the gun personally). The only time Vash had his gun out was in his fight with Knives. WHY DO I REMEMBER WOLFWOOD AS THIS GUY WHO KEPT HIS MOUTH SHUT WHEN HE IS SO FUCKING OPEN ABOUT EVERYTHING?! HE IS JUST NOT SPELLING IT OUT…

The reveal, this over the top kick arse stance, it is so silly. I love it. Wolfwood must feel very cool in that moment and then Vash goes: “Yeah, but no killing, priest.”

I’ve seen some confusion about Vash maybe knowing about the gun, but he looks seriously surprised. But I have a middle ground. Vash was able to smell gun oil and powder on Meryl (in the ‘98 anime, I don’t know if that was in the manga, too.), so I propose that Vash knew that Wolfwood was carrying a gun in some form or the other, he may have even pegged the cross as somehow holding the gun, he just didn’t know that the whole cross was a machine gun torpedo thrower gun. 

I love how they immeditaly start bickering. While they massively vibed in Ultimate, this is the true start of their bromance/romance. Two idiots being able to be themselves around each other. And they deserve it.

I love how Wolfwood holds cigarettes. It’s so gender. Which one? How? Dunno, it just is.

These will never not be funny. Wolfwood is so cute in them and just a childish dude. I love those pics. They are with my favourite ones.

Chapter 2: Lina

Worm birds! Wormbirds! Worirds! Words! Wait… that doesn’t work. Bird worms! Birdworms! Birrms! Eh… Borms? BORMS! BORMS! BORMS! BORMS!

Lina and Granny are one of the few reasons why Vash still has hope in humanity. Two people who don’t live the easiest life being an old woman and a girl of (then) 10 that only have each other. They took him in and took care of him when he needed it the most. He barely survived his body being taken over against his will, losing all his agency and being used to kill countless humans. He looks like he is barely there at the moment, just a hull of a human. And they took care of him. Lina and Granny are good people. 

Aww, look, they are playfighting! Bickering as always, but Wolfwood gives Vash important info and tells more about himself than he maybe even realises.

Wolfwood says that he looked for Vash for two years, but the reason he gives is the town from six months ago. He is contradicting himself. Sure, there could be other reasons given, but Wolfwood does not give them. He is completely sus.

I love the composition. Knives is angled towering over Wolfwood, his chest? Spike dangling over Wolfwood like a damocles’ sword. Just one movement and Wolfwood dies. Foreshadowing? Or symbolism for Wolfwood’s position as an agent of the Gun-Ho-Guns as someone with morality, but being forced into a position that goes fully against it. Wolfwood, the man without any agency, indeed.

But Stop it, Knives! Griffith from Berzerk did the BDSM-getup first.

Again, Wolfwood being crystal clear, but avoidant. It is just so weird to read. Vash knows, he has to know it by that point. But as long as either speaks it out loud, they can pretend. They can still be on friendly terms.

Three days? Surely not only a deadline for Vash to take his time with his goodbye for his family, but also time for Wolfwood to bless all the funerals as a priest.

How easily the town turns on Vash. It is easy to other people instead of trying to reflect on their previous notions. Vash may have shot a hole into the moon, but Eriks undressed and played a dog so his little adoptive sister may be spared. All the while, these same people watched and did nothing. Witch hunts are easy, aren’t they?

I also like to stress the point they make. Wolfwood is not normal, either! As much as our favourite priest clings to his humanity, what he did with Vash shows an inhuman level of skill. He would hate it, but people group him in with the plant man. Even more important, they did not even kill 60, they incapacitated them with guns! A much more difficult feat! Especially with a machine gun! Our focal point to bench a normal reaction to Vash is an absolute outlier in this world. What does it mean? Is it a reminder that we as readers from the modern time deal with Vash through a different lens than the people of No-Man’s-Land? What does that mean for our judgement? Or is this the beginning juxtaposition to steer our focus on Wolfwood’s arc, too?

Vash. Let. People. Make. Informed. Decisions. This is an ongoing shonen/seinen trope. I despise it. “OoOOOOoooh, no, I cannot tell my (most likely) female companion the whole story. It could put them in danger!” How? They are alone in the room (Sure, worms, but would Zazie care about that? Is Vash even aware of them at this point?) It reads like a chauvinistic deflection so he does not need to open up. He takes her ability to decide for herself with that behaviour. It is patronising and infantilizes his companions. What he really says is: “I can’t tell you my whole story. It would make me feel vulnerable and opens me up to get rejected.” And I know, this is about not spilling the whole backstory to the readers and it is also a point of Vash’s character arc to learn to open up to other people. Vash is by no means the worst offender and it is not without reason that he acts this way. But what is his fear here exactly? That Lina and Granny would go around and tell other people the truth? That they decide to follow him? Or just that they may throw him out and deny their connection? His fears are larger than his trust in his chosen family. And that stings.

Granny is at least not wrong with her assumption that cutting himself off from his peers and close ones makes Vash vulnerable to get into such a situation again, to get hurt again...

Also, hehe, Lina’s leggy!

I am thinking about Lina’s and Granny’s backstory. We get none. They take in a complete stranger that stumbles in completely exhausted and beaten up. The two women don’t live together just for jokes. Where is the rest? I assume that they both lost Lina’s parents in the past, leaving Granny being her only caretaker. Lina is an orphan. She doesn’t have it the worst, having still Granny around and both of them being able to live comfortably. But that does not mean she has no scars on her soul. In this village/city, she seems to be the outlier. We don’t get to see other children, even less so other girls. She is lonely and only has Vash and Granny.

And that’s how Vash was able to fit into the village. A new (male), (somewhat) able bodied caretaker for Lina.

At the start of the last chapter, Eriks was a complete pushover. The little dude abused Erik’s mental state. But now, Vash has found himself again. Not completely, but he is not willing to risk his loved ones wellbeing for that little twerp. Twerp is about to get a rude awakening. We, the readers, get a beautiful scene, where Vash’s actions counteract the things just said. Love it! We the reader see Vash's developement back to his nearly old self and reap the spoils from it in this scene!

Everything about this is just so fucking hilarious. The energetic circling of Vash, Wolfwood’s whole body, the hair, the eye, the speedlines on everything! It looks so stupid, but it is art anyways.

When your buddy does something so stupid, you need to take off your sunglasses to see it better!

I love Vash’s threat that follows. It brings the point home of how dangerous he really can be. I don’t believe that he’d kill the tiny man, but…

The duality of Wolfwood, dumbass by Vash, a reasonable, sensitive adult by grieving people. As much as he tries to deny it, he has a conscience and a strict moral code. Sadly, reality forces him often to not abide by it. And it burdens him every day.

Vash leaving is heartbreaking. I hope he reconnects to them in the aftermath of Trimax. They became part of his family and he is right that they saved him. He should cherish them.

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thoughts on p3 sees characters? 🤠 hope ur having a nice day!

HI SORRY i have no idea what i was doing that day but IM HERE.

UHM helloooooo helloo i love p3 i love the Specialized Extracurricular Execution Squad im the SEES #1 fan:

protag (im kinda talking about my guy here specifically, Reiji..): hes everything to me. angel boy. baby baby baby has done nothing wrong in his life... hes just a bit awkward and kinda pathetic but he tries so haaaard and life SUCKS so bad. fly high. i hope u have fun at the karaoke in paulownia mall. i feel compared to othe rprotags life is kinda dragging him around but he still tries his dammned hardest... hes SO AFRAID of death cuz who isnt but he WILL punch THAT GUY in the FACE !!! GRRRRAAAAAAAAAA BURN UR DREAD

yukari: GRRRRAAAAAAA i hope she gets to kill and destroy everyone that was ever mean to her. shes so. if u hate her u actually hate women i think yes. she keeps it so real and shes a cunt sometimes but so am i so likeeee. her fashion ssense is impeccable and i love how sarcastic but sweet she can be. shes having a gamer moment in her head all the time shes so strong hellooo

junpei: my friend junpei.. :3 ehehe hes soooo silly but sooo Real. like same bro i too would latch onto anything that made me feel like a hero like the protag of my own life i dont blame him at all for nothing he said or did he keeps it so real too. hes da man

akihiko: BARK BARK I LOVE AKIHIKO HES MY FAVORITE P3 CHARACTER HELLLOOOO HES SO. )(/&/(%$/#%&(/( ok hes. hes. so. so so so dedicated and strong and bold and brave but also so hard headed and can act on impulse or even be childish at times AND I AM SUCH A FAN !!!! He has to deal with so much but he keeps his chill cool senpai image up helloooo boy hellooo can i hug you. i respect him so much hes so cool. also hes so awkward and bad at talking (same boy). but i never lost the respect i had for him even after everything. i hope he wins everything forever AND I HATE THE PROTEIN THING ATLUS DID

mitsuru: EHEHEHEH MYyyyyy senpai mitsuruuuuu. GOD HELLO if aki and shinji have to deal with 5 things SHE HAS TO DEAL WITH LIKE 20 !!!! she has to keep everything in sees afloat especially after the Events and like. hello. shes literally 18 and she has to do somuch fucking serious and Very Important things and take decisions and act so mature but she Suffers too but who does the Boss go to when she feels down???!! she has to keep everyone together,,,, GRRRRAAAAAAAAAAA

fuuka: AWEEE fuuka my friend. :) i love her i havent thought as mucha bout her but shes wayyy to kind and sweet for her own good and god this was way too much for her i salute her for keeping her sanity

ken: I LOVE KEN hes so baby..,,, grrrr why do people not like him as much. he has such big feelings for sucha small person,,, and theyre just as valid as everyone elses !!! but hes also soooo small and he doesnt know how to handle things but he tries so Hard to keep it together BUT HE SHOULDNT BE DOING THAT grrraaaaaaaaa. my son. also he can be so funny helloooo little sir can i help you. luv him

koro: EHEHEH ouppy... but ok hellooooo hes so real also this is gonna sound delulu but since hes kinda like. young adult if he were human. his presence actually makes me feel more at ease because he tends to keep his cool when everyone else is freaking out and he like. Acts fast. also hes clearly smarter than an average dog so i have so many thoughts... does he find hanging out with normal dogs boring... does he have many thoughts about the grief he went thru after what happened to his owner... also hes the only one whos heart is relatively at peace since his persona never evolves .

shinji: GUUUUAAAAH shinji.,,,,, grrrrrrrm i HOPE HE EXPLODES (hes everything to me...). god god he makes me sooo frustrated because. i really like him but hes so fucking emo cringe loser bottling up eveeryhting forever DO U EVER THINK ABOUT UR FRIENDS u fucking lsoer. about aki. about mitsuru. ABOUT KEN he.lllooo what is your edge gonna fix here. i knnnoooow vulnerability is hard but like. use your words man.... yeah ur cool as hell but u become WAY LESS COOL when u try to act so tough... WUEEEEE

aigis: I LOVE AIGIS. ok maybe u guys dont know this but i love androids and robots in general. so aigis. instant fave shes literally so cool looking and so badass but also i love seeing android characters learn about their own humanity... also shes always based and funny and real i also want ryoji to explode cuz he failed my vibe check as well

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[sammygvfslut]

i like you a latte | s. kiszka

Summary: Words cannot espresso how much you mean to Sammy Kiszka.

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: Hey besties!!! this is my first ever sam fic, and i really hope you guys enjoy it! it’s super cheesy so beware of some tooth-rotting fluff ahead. any and all feedback is appreciated <3

Loud chattering and the sounds of espresso machines hissing and whistling filled the cafe. Every few seconds or so when a new customer walked in, a soft ringing above the door rang. Glancing at the clock, you sighed as it read 7am. Way too early for your liking. You wished to be back in bed under the covers with your cat Joey snuggling. Plus, the cold weather made it even harder for you to get out of bed every morning. Damn you, winter.

“Good morning.” A voice said suddenly, startling you as you slightly jumped. “Whoops, didn’t mean to scare you there for a sec.”

Turning around at the voice, your heart fluttered and a smile pulled at the corners of your lips. “G-Good morning, Sam! Nope, didn’t scare me at all. I was just uh...focusing very hard and you caught me off guard.”

A chuckle rumbled from his chest, his own lips curving and flashing that beautiful grin. God, he made you melt. You took a quick chance to admire his appearance for the day, luscious brown locks pulled back into a low bun with a few stray pieces framing his face, and he wore a slightly oversized brown grandpa looking sweater. He exuded true fall energy today and all you wanted to do was snuggle with him watching a movie while sipping on hot chocolate. “Right. Focusing on what exactly? Staring at the register?”  

“S-Sure. Yes, the register.” Totally not him instead. “Um, I realized it turned off right now and my mind blanked to turn it back on.”

Sam placed a hand on your shoulder as he laughed, his touch leaving a wave of goosebumps to rise out of your skin. “You’re so cute. I’ll leave you to that then, but if you need help trying to get the register to turn back on again, let me know.” And with that, he sent you a wink and turned on his heel away to start on the customers orders.

Alright, alright. So maybe early shifts weren’t as bad as you thought thanks to your insanely charming co-worker. Sam and you had been working together for the past year, and almost instantly you started falling for him. He welcomed you with open arms and he was a great help when it came to your training. Your co-workers were nice too, but Sam took that extra step in making sure you were comfortable with what you were doing. If you made a mistake and were freaking out about it, he somehow knew the way to calm you down. He was too precious and good for this cruel world. And most of all, out of your league too.

With his dashing looks and amazing personality, you just knew there was no way he’d ever feel the same about you. Except, any time you’d voice that thought to any of your friends at work, they’d tell you you’re crazy and that he likes you too. Apparently they caught on to the signs more than you did, which wasn’t a shocker considering that you’d have no clue if a guy was interested in you unless he blatantly confessed. So, trying to figure out hints was completely pointless for you.

“Uh oh, she’s deep in thought,” one of your friends/co-workers, Danny, teased. He also happened to be Sam’s best friend, and current band mate since the pair are in a band with Sam’s older twin brothers. “I bet I can guess what, or who you were thinking about.”

“Don’t even say it,” you warned with a finger, “He’s literally four feet away from us—”

“So?” Danny rolled her eyes with his arms folded. “Why don’t you just tell him how you feel? Come on, it’s been almost a year now. What’s the worst that can happen if you confess?”

“He can hear me.” You stared blankly at him, shaking your head. “Absolutely not though, Danny. I will not embarrass myself from the humiliation I’d have to face from his rejection.”

Danny groaned frustratedly, placing his hands on both your shoulders and shaking them. “You’re so hopeless! Y/N, how many times do the guys and I have to tell you he likes you too!” He raised his voice a little louder than necessary which accidentally caught the attention of almost everyone in the cafe. Sam included unfortunately. Danny’s eyes widened, silently cursing under his breath. “Carry on, everyone.”

As much as you hated to admit it, Danny wasn’t lying when he mentioned about the guys agreeing that Sam likes you too. Every time you came over Josh’s apartment and Sam was there he’d find any little excuse to have his arm around you or teasing you constantly. You’d shake it off that he was just treating you like a friend would, but of course the guys would disagree with you.

“We’ll finish this conversation later,” Danny told you sternly, “But for now, and don’t make it obvious, but Sam’s looking at you.” A mischievous grin spread across his face as he winked and stepped to the next register before greeting a new customer and taking their order.

Heart pounding out of your chest, you slowly looked over your shoulder in Sam’s direction. You saw his head quickly turn and finish off the drink in front of him. Your cheeks burned at this and tried taking deep, slow breaths to calm yourself down. Didn’t work much, but as a new customer waved and told you their order, your breathing turned back to normal.

On the other end of the counter, Sam was currently freaking the hell out from what he heard a few minutes ago between you and Danny. He didn’t mean to, but he also wasn’t that far from either of you. Plus, Danny wasn’t the best at keeping his voice low. He had a strong feeling he knew you were talking about him, and for that reason alone he overflowed the cup he was pouring into and made a mess. He cursed under his breath and wiped his hands on his apron, shaking his head.

You caught sight of this and rushed to his side, grabbing a cloth from under the sink and started wiping the sticky counter. Sam was certain his cheeks were tomato red from his embarrassment, making a complete fool of himself for not paying attention to what he was doing. More so focusing on your conversation and your damn smile from earlier. You weren’t the only one here with a crush.

“T-Thanks, Y/N.” Sam chuckled nervously, throwing the cup in the trash and tossing the drink pitcher he held in the sink. “I’m normally not this much of a dumbass.”

“I’m not too sure about that one, Kiszka.” You teased lightly with a grin. “It happens, don’t worry,” you assured. “I’m just glad it was cold tea you spilled and not steaming coffee. I’d hate for you to get a third degree burn. That happened to me once, don’t recommend it.”

“Didn’t I drive you to the hospital for that?” he asked. “I think that might’ve happened a few months ago.”

Your eyes widened at the memory. “Oh shit, you’re right. God, I’m still so sorry I had to drag you into that.”

Sam shook his head, lips curving and cheeks no longer flushed. “For the hundredth time, stop apologizing about that, Y/N. You know you can count on me for anything, so of course I didn’t mind driving you to the hospital. I remember even blasting some ABBA on the way over there so you’d have something else to focus on instead of the pain you endured.”

You smiled at the memory. “Didn’t we also go out for ice cream afterwards?”

He nodded, lightly rubbing his arm. “Yeah, it was a lot of fun. I mean, I always have fun when I’m with you.”

Your breath caught in your throat at his last few words, blinking slowly. “O-Oh.”

Oh? That’s all you have to say? Nice one, Y/N.

Sam’s heart dropped. Fuck. Maybe you weren’t talking about him after all. Maybe it was Danny or one of his brothers that you had a crush on and he was mistaken about it. He wanted nothing more than for the ground to swallow him whole right about now. Being anywhere but here sounded splendid to him.

“Y-Y/N, I—“

“Ihavefunwhenimwithyoutoo,” you muttered all too quickly, and poor Sam barely even understood what you said. He didn’t have the chance to ask you to repeat yourself because you quickly walked away to the back and he was left with a tug at his chest, frowning.

Within the next few days after Sam’s tea spill, literally, things between you and him became...awkward. Something went off in him to become even more clumsy than normal and forget everything he’s ever known when you’re near him. He’d get flustered, stuttering a lot, messing up orders, dropping dishes, and nearly tripping all the time. He hated it so much and wished he could just muster up the courage and apologize for being such an idiot and confess his feelings to you. Even during your hangouts with the guys, Sam and you wouldn’t interact as much and honestly you were well aware you were being super childish and immature about the situation. Sam did too, and he needed to snap the fuck out of it.

The next few days at work Sam would ignore Danny’s little side comments about his immaturity and continued working in silence. For the rest of his shift he didn’t talk much to anyone other than the customers. He wanted to talk to you when he had the chance, but then he’d quickly back out and walk the opposite direction.

He couldn’t figure out why it was so futile for him to just grow a sack and tell you he likes you. He’d never gone through this struggle before. Then again, as cheesy as it sounded, the other girls he’d asked out in the past couldn’t compare to you. Never in a million years, and maybe he was too afraid that he didn’t deserve someone as amazing as you.

Nearing closing that same day, it was only you, Sam, and Danny. The flow of customers died down and not many people came in towards the end of the night which you were grateful for. It finally gave you the chance to relax a bit and start cleaning things up ahead of time so you wouldn’t have to stay after. Joey and a nice warm bath were waiting for you at home.

While Sam decided on working the register and you and Danny would clean, he grabbed your arm and led you into the back.

“What are you two still doing not dating each other or talking?! It’s been way too long now, Y/N. And since it’s only us three tonight, you have no other choice. Come on, I know you can’t take this any longer, and he can’t either. I can take over the register for a bit while you and him talk.”

You chewed on your bottom lip, contemplating his offering. As incredibly thankful as you were for his help, you were also scared shitless of the possible outcome. Perhaps it was finally time though that you say fuck it and say what you needed to. You couldn’t go on for any longer to keep your feelings bottled up inside. Maybe, just maybe he might feel the same way, and by God you hoped that would be the case.

Inhaling, you nodded slowly and made your way back to where you were. Your eyes searched for Sam and saw he was busy making a drink, except there was no one else here besides you, him and Danny. It could’ve been a drink for him, so you shrugged this off and went towards the sink to start washing the dishes.

A few moments later, Sam cleared his throat from behind you. “H-Hey Y/N, so um, I know the créme brûlée latte is your favorite, and I thought I’d make you one. You seemed really stressed and busy today and I wanted to try to cheer you up. I hope that’s okay.”

Your heart swelled at his generosity and your cheeks burned as you felt his gaze burning into you, his palms soaking from nervousness. “Sam, you didn’t have to do that for me.”

He shrugged casually, a small smile on his lips and his cheeks tinted a light pink. “It’s okay, I wanted to. And I uh, tried my best on the art. Hope you like it.”

Raising a brow, your gaze dropped on your cup and your eyes widened as you saw what he was referring to. A small coffee cup with the words I like you a latte around it.

“It’s true,” Sam chewed on his bottom lip while running his fingers through his hair. “I really like you Y/N, and I’m so sorry for acting like such an idiot these last few days around you. I don’t know what came over me, and I’m sorry that I didn’t talk to you much either.”

Setting your cup on the counter, you took a step closer to him and cupped his cheek, rubbing your thumb softly against his soft skin. “You don’t have to apologize for anything, Sam. I’m sorry for not talking to you too, as well as for making a fool of myself. I tend to do that around someone I like.”

Finally, the realization dawned on Sam as a wide grin pulled at his lips. “Glad we’re on the same boat.”

“I-Is it alright if I kiss you?” he asked shyly, his eyes sparkling as he looked at you.

You giggled. “You don’t even have to ask, loverboy.” You playfully rolled your eyes and cupped his other cheek before connecting his lips with yours.

A smirk pulled at Danny’s lips as he glanced at the two of you, shaking his head. Josh and Jake owed him $20 now. 

It was about damn time that Sam and you finally espresso’d your love for each other. 

tagging these lovely folks bc they helped inspired me and their work is amazing <3 @godlygreta​ / @flowervanfleet​ / @dharma-divine​

#sam kiszka imagine #sam kiszka x reader #greta van fic #greta van fleet #sam kiszka

[justcommander]

@https-pollimasss

Alright I got the request now. I’ll be writing a few headcanons I have for Tim and the dear Scared sniper. Also: don’t worry,  nobody’s going to blame you for strugling with a foreign language that you don’t fully know yet. We use English because it’s very common and relatively easier to learn compared to others, but it’s still not our native language. Not in our case anyway. So, don’t worry

Now having said that, my headcanons for Tim and Scared Sniper under cut

So, Tim

Eyyy, let’s start with Tim.

-First of all, I want it to be clear, that from my point of view, Tim is probably the gayest sentient being in the universe. He does have fun being surrounded by his fellow Henchmen, but he is obviously after his Bad Captain. He may look at other people, yes... but his leader’s the one he wants. No matter if he keeps being pushed away. Tim thinks he’s just palying hard to get. -Nobody likes to shower with him because he stares. Even through the visor, people notice him staring, most of the time he either gets pushed out fast or yelleld at, or his comrades just ask a favor to a couple of soldiers to keep him out of the shower. And he’s not exactly mad, just... disappointed. He also stares at night, when people are sleeping. He mostly stares at Bad Captain, but he may also gives a few heart attacks to people if they hear a noise and wake up only to see this idiot staring at them. It happens very often to other soldiers being awaken in the middle of the night by a distant “GO TO BED, TIM!” -Tim also likes to interrogate prisoners. A lot. Bad Captain is not happy about his methods because the intel he gets is damn usueless to them. Tim acts more like he’s flirting, rather than interrogating. He asks for personal information, he makes the captured Tankmen feel... kind of uncomfortable to the point they’d rather be interrogated for other kind of info at some point. You know, classic war intel, not if they’re into men or ever had experiences-- -He thinks Bad Captain considers him his first hand man, so he gets... very upset if someone else is called in his place. It usually never happens, and if it does happen, Tim goes to complain to his leader so much that Bad Captain just gives up and picks him insted, sometimes though he gets mad and goes alone. Tim feels very guilty in those situations though, because he realized he stressed him too much and is worried he’s going to get captured or hurt. At least if there was someone else in his place he still could have been safer. -It’s rare to see him angry or taking the war thing seriously, but if his Bad Captain is hurt, Tim gets protective and doesn’t even let medics stay alone with him. He becomes a dangerous soldier if someone captures his Bad Captain or nearly kills him. Once he’s out of danger Tim goes back being calm and flirty as always as if othing happened.

-He’s also very chill about the whole war thing going on and he unnerves his comrades who are probably taking the thing more seriously. Tim doesn’t even have so many problems with the Tankmen, there isn’t this... hate that one should feel for the opposing faction. Nah, he’s pretty calm about it. Actually, he thinks they do have some hot men in their ranks he’d feel sorry to see falling on the battlefiald just like that. So he rarely shoots to kill. Better just aiming at the legs and take the man prisoner, rather than killing. He just doess’t like killing these good looking soldiers.

-He is afraid of the main Tankman sniper though, because he knows that Ted HAS a problem with him. Ted has a HUGE problem with Henchmen in general, and even if he’s mostly focused on snipers, Tim happens to be a Henchman, so he’s in the group of his targets. He doesn’t even waste time trying to flirt with him or stay for too long in his field of view. To be honest he thinks he’s pretty hot but the survival instinct is stornger in this case. 

-He does like the Scared Sniper though, oh how he likes him! This cute, soft looking young man, his shy and scared behavior and how tense he gets when enemies are around. He absolutely would love to pet his back or his cheeks. Point is, survival isntincts are stronger even in this case. Tim knows laying a finger on Ted’s apprentice would lead him to a very very painful demise. __

Now it’s our Scared Sniper turn.

Our boy, our sweet, lovely boy. I already wrote some headcanons about him tha that I’m gonna put... here they’re just a few things I wrote also about Ted but so I won’t repeat myself.

-So, so. Is he gay? I don’t think he had time to carefully think about his sexuality before the Tankmen pulled him into their army. I doubt he had developed any attraction towards anyone at all before he was taken and given to Ted as his apprentice. He developed feelings for him and only for him, growing attracted to him so I personally see him as gay demisexual.

-Scared Sniper does have a name. But I think many Tankmen either forgot it and got it confused so often, they call him with many different names... and he doens’t correct anyone because he is very shy and unable to speak up to older soldiers. This became a pretty big problem, and now soldiers struggle to understand who someone is talking about. So “Scared Sniper” or even “Sniper number 2″ are easier names his comrades use to understand right away who they are talking about.

-He got recruited in the army because Captain and Steve felt guilty for scaring this poor man to death when they nearly ran him over with the tank when he was walking by himself in the middle of a completely empty road. How? They weren’t looking where they were going. He also proved to have very good eysight when he asked them if they were trying to make him calm down when they said it was an accident... only to then have their friends shoot him dead. Friends he saw hiding up on a roof. Which happened to be Henchmen. They pulled him in their tank and sudden recruitment.

-Scared Sniper was tried to be taught something about hand to hand combat. With very very little result. He’s also extremely afraid to use white weapons to the point that if he’s forced to use a knife he kees turning the head away and closing the eyes and blindly stabbing at the enemy. The idea of seeing blood, feeling a weapon sink into someone’s body... it’s too personal, he hates it.

-He’s not a bad sniper, but his arms are still very shaky he needs to take a couple of shots to get the targer, so he was given a G3SG1 sniper rifle, an automatic weapon that would allow him to not waste time before swiftly trying again. It can shoot bullets very fast one of ater the other. Which he should stop doing blindly when he panics. The first times he tended to close his eyes before shooting. He still does sometimes.

-He’s very protective towards Ted, even if he’s not exactly the most dangerous soldier around. Ted is strong and sometimes looks like he can’t feel pain at all. He gets stabbed and after amoment he acts like nothing happened. Scared Sniper, no. He feels pain and panicks badly when he’s hurt. He does panic when Ted gets hurt too, he feels alone and unable to do anything. However, there are moments he manages to snap and hold his ground protecting his mentor till help arrives. This happens when Ted’s unconscious or looks almost dead. If Ted’s still awake, he can’t fully snap... but in this case Ted manages to calm him down and instruct him on what to do.

-Scared Sniper is claustrophobic, but he feels calmer if Ted’s around him. for example if he was told to be alone in a building he’d indeed start to hear things and start shooting left and right. With Ted, this doesn’t happen. One day or another he’ll need to stay alone way more often, but for now he’s still and apprentice and he has no intention to leave Ted’s side. And Ted doesn’t mind anyway.

All I have for now, may write more in the future!

#the commander talks #newgrounds #tankmen #headcanons #Tim #Scared sniper

[lizandbo]

asahi + suga x chubby reader

Warnins: cursing 

I feel like this one could be a tad bit better but its very late sooo...

And this is a request btw

I’m sorry if asahi is really fucking long but the suga one is shorter than asahi, it just ended up like that way

This is not proof read whatso ever

Asahi 

- You were walking around though the hallways waiting for asahi to be done with practice  

- you saw a group of girls, then looked at your self. And looked back at them again

- you thought are fucking sticks compared to you,  you felt ashamed to even be near them

- you went outside, to breath some fresh air for once in a lifetime 

- you saw aNoThEr group of girls chit-chatting about something, this point you just wanted to him to be done and cuddle in bed together  

- but it didn’t end in like 30 mins

- ya decided to sit on the bench waiting, collecting your thoughts about random things.... but those girls tho, you ddint look anything near the ‘perfect size’ like they were 

- bumped your head repeatedly on the wooden bench, waiting for this monstrosity to be over with

- but how could you? They’re fucking E V E R Y W H E R E 

- when your head was down and you were looking at your thighs. You stared at em. Until you felt a giant warm hand hovering your back

- “ is everything alright?”

- you looked either dead...or..dead

- “ yeah, lets just go home”

- asahi intertwined his fingers to your chubby ones

- “do you wanna eat take-out for tonight? And maybe watch some simpsons?”

- you were already having a bad day, being kinda jealous of the skinny girls, negative mood day

- “but all we do is, lay around and eat and watch the simpsons”

- “oh, ok...we can do something else”

- “ i just...I’m..i-”

- why is it so hard to fucking speak when your sad?

- “ i just wanna go in a corner and hide”

- honestly you blurted out whatever was on your mind because you cant speak even if the life depended on you, you wanted him to understand that you were sad but its hard to tell it straight out 

- “baby, did someone do anything?”

- “mmnnm nooo...”

- “i just feel like I’m never good enoug and never look good, everybody is so damn perfect...why cant i just be like them? You’re probably embarrassed just to walk around with me”

- he died on the fucking spot, how could you say such horrible things bout you....your perfecto! (My Italian is kicking in)

- “ y/n, you are unique. As much as i love you your never gonna be like them..because you cant. And that what i like about it. And so what if your a lil extra here and there...there’s more areas to love!”

- you curled up against his chest and starting crying because of that beautiful speech he gave out

- he snaked his arms around your torso and laid his head on top of yours “how can i ever be embarrassed just by you?”

- “i really dont know, i love you as much as you love me”

- “but i love you way more”

- “nah, i think i do”

- “ mmm, do you love me?”(you)

- “yes? Of course why wouldn’t i? What’s not to like?”

- “ do you love me a lil?”

- “nope”

- “well, how much do you love me?”

- “ more than i could explain”

Suga

- Sugawara and you were baking the old classic chocolate chip cookies 

- you were having a bad day, becuase bitch someone told you at school that you looked nothing as good from all the other girls

- while suga was talking about his practice that day, you placed out the coco cookies across the pan..but at the same time that one sentence repeated in your head like a broken record 

- you suddenly stop like time had stopped and totally lost control of your movements 

- “suga..”

- “yes baby?”

- “can I tell yo something when the cookies are bakin?”

- “ okie dokie then”

- you quickly placed the cookies and chucked them in the oven 

- suga just watched the entire scene “you Kay?”

- “ some bitch just kinda made me sad but I’m fine..”

- “hey, do wanna lay down in the bed and talk about it?”

- “yeah, and cuddle?”

- “anddd cuddles as well y/n” “we can’t forget bout the cuddles”

-suga followed you into the bedroom from the living room that connected to the Kitchen where you baked the cookies

- before meeting the bed, suga placed his arms on your waist, making it a back-hug (help me i dont know what they’re even called its like 3 am help)

- he placed his head on your shoulder and nuzzled into Your  neck “ y/n, i love you”

- “ I love you too, c’mon I’m cold lets go under the Blaknies together”

- godamn he was tryna have a moment 

- you two swan dived into the sheets, like the grim fucking reaper was behind you guys 

- “sooo what happend today sweetheart?”

- “ this guy told me that I’m not ever gonna be like the othe girls...i mean he’s right but, i just wished that i could be skinnier than i am rn”

- “babe, you dont have to be like all the other girls... they dont matter the only person that does, is you. I wouldn’t ever trade anything in the world for you. And also if you wished that you were skinnier than now. I would miss you being all so soft and plushy when i would cuddle with you”

- while saying so he rubbed your belly for comfort, like a mf dog 

- you giggled to no end,only being stopped with a soft kiss ont he nose

- “t-thank you” you giggled even more when he smiled 

- “I’m always here, wait- what”

- “SHIT”

- you two totally forgot bout the cookies in the oven

- for that night you guys ate the crisp chocolate cookies, and watched finding dory, and slept on each other with teh plate with crumbles on the side

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #sugawara x reader #sugawara x chubby reader #asahi x chubby reader #asahi #sugawara #asahi x reader #asahi x you #sugawara x you #suga X reader #help i neeeedddd sleeeeeeepppp #haikyuu headcanons #asahi headcanons #sugawara headcanons

[lovelygirlinbleu]

My personal and very biased episodes ranking 😹😭

+ thoughts because I realized that I didn't do that for this season

1. Episode 9-10:

In my opinion the last two episodes were the best ones of the season. It's kinda sad but they didn't even have real competition because the other episodes felt messy compared to them. I feel like those episodes felt the most consistent. The pacing was perfect this time. The music was also beautiful and I fell in love with that song that Amie sang.

My favorite moment of the last episode is obviously Ludde's speech. It's the way the moment was acted out, how nervous he was at the beginning and how bit by bit he found strength and became more relaxed and then managed to deliver such a emotional speech. It was so beautiful. And then my heart broke when the individual moments were blended in with the background music.

Another favorite moment was the intro scene before with the skating scene which was a perfect closure for this chapter in his life. I still feel bad for him because this was also as much of a big dream for him as it was for Elias. But I'm also glad that he has found another passion which connects him even more to his brother. I lowkey hoped that he would finish the song but I also like the idea of an unfinished story.

I also liked the Amie & Klara scene with their moms. They had such a difficult relationship and it was a very cute little duo moment. Especially Amie & Petras moment was really touching, when you think about Amies introduction in 1x01 where she was so pissed at her because of a little compliment. That's growth my people.😭

Yet I think episode 9 was by far my favorite episode. I'm a little bit biased because I was so happy about the Ludde & Klara moment and especially the Amie & Felicia one. After such a long time we got another love confession and heartwarming moment between them. They got so much love for each other I will definitely talk about this.

I loved Amie and Elias flirting with each other when she asked him to prom it was really cute. But I lowkey wish that it was his idea.

It was a very heartbreaking and good episode. And for the first time you had the feeling of experiencing a friendship between the five. I love love stories but friendships are so much more important to me. That's why I've always cared so much about Amie & Felicia and since this season also about Klara & Ludde.

I'm very happy with the ending everyone got. Klara & Omar could have been solved less predictable and cheesy, but well ... I think we all knew that sentence would come. It was giving nothing sorry:(

2. Episode 3-4:

Cause it's a bittersweet symphony that's life ...

I think from the vibe, to the cinematography, storylines and music these were the best episodes. They were very painful to watch and I cried a lot because they really got me. Bittersweet.

To me, the episodes really introduced and heated up the plots. Elias story in particular had an very intense effect and was also very overwhelming. It had very strong teen drama vibes.

Once one season reminded me a lot of the OTH vibes and I felt that again in these episodes. And the music was so good and I could say it again and again.

Of course there were certain things I didn't like like the Luddicia misunderstandings, but overall the episodes were very good.

I really love to suffer.

3. Episode 1-2:

Premiere! After half of a year? A somehow very disappointing premiere tbh. It felt a bit like "we have to clear everything up real quick", so it was kinda underwhelming. But the Amias moment at the end gave me joy even though the lightning was bad ahhh.

Episode 2 was a lot more laid back and enjoyable to watch up to a certain point. A beautiful calm before the storm. Even if it came at the end of the episode.

Ludde & Klara won me over. Elias & Amie? No words just butterflies. I knew right away that this was the scene referenced in the podcast that was Yandeh's idea because it was her most beautiful and natural laugh in the whole series. Yandeh and Edvard's chemistry is insane.

4. Episode 5-6:

I don't have much to say. I was so disappointed that I couldn't even write anything down or look up people's thoughts. It was mostly about Klara's use as character I think. The girl feels like a plot device.

The music was still very good. I liked the angsty pining moments between Amie and Elias, they gave me energy. And I liked the moment with Elias and Ludde, because I love their underrated friendship. And I melted when Ludde spoke so well about Amie. (even if that wasn't the point but😝)

I really wanted to see more of their friendship again, but I still liked this caring about each other, talking about each other without being around each other almost as much. I am so glad and relieved that Amie gave him all the rights for second sights. That showed once again how much she has grown.

Many of you have already mentioned this but I also think it's a pity that most of Elias' story happened off screen. It somehow took the depth and tension out of the whole thing. Unfortunately, the storyline didn't touch me much in the end, although I'm very sensitive to that topic. It also confirmed the fear that this storyline should've been introduced earlier. Maybe mid season 2? Idk. But that might have given the whole relationship with Klara even more tragedy.

5. Episode 7-8:

Yes, what can I say? Episode 7 was a bad joke. Very messy and very strange pacing. It was very uncomfortable to watch. Jack was a completely unnecessary character. Like what 😕

I honestly didn't even like the Amias scene. The one after the group talk was good! But the last one not really.

Episode 8 was fine again, but these time jumps that started in episode 7 were a little annoying. The moment with Andreas and Ludde was very heartbreaking and after that it was very clear that he would die in the end. I have very mixed feelings about all of this.

The Amie and Elias moment on ice was the cutest. We really deserved that after all the angst!

I still didn't like the episodes. It just lacked that Eagles magic and felt very rushed and like you had to get every issue off the plate really quickly.

In the long run it wasn't a bad choice tbh because episodes 9-10 did so well because all those topics were done somehow. But still ...

I am still really mad that Andreas had to die. Maybe I'm misunderstanding something, but did we really need that? Did Ludde need this? And why not earlier?

Wasn't fan of the music choice too.

Special mentions:

• The Samuelsson/Condé family badass moment was a hit!

• Klara and Ludde bonding over their loss was expected but I loved it & I honestly I would have shipped them if it wasn't the last season. Her asking him out for prom in front of the whole family was such a powerful and perfect scene I will never forget. Obviously platonic but could've been more! I still ate it up!

• Throughout the whole season Klara saying nothing but also so much. Especially when she was always looking at the painting of her dad. Touching.

• The Kroon siblings bond and the development since season 1 was beautiful.

• Klara and Omar looked hot next to each other but still not giving at all.

• I know that I ignored so many things like Klara & the company or Felicia ... I love them but I didn't care at all about those plots. Or more like they made me stop caring for those plots.

• But I am happy that she stayed sober and wants to become nurse. Helping people is really her thing. The one thing I love about Felicia the most is her big heart and how consistent that part of her was throughout the whole show.

• And is Naima dead or something? Because Felicia's choice of words was very weird? 😕

• Petra & Matts will definitely hook up sometime.

• Elias & Amie deserved more moments, same goes for Amie & Felicia and the whole group in general.

• Amie & Felicia sisters in law! Will always be in each other's life! Don't forget that!

• Happy about Amie & Klara's friendship too! She was a really bad friend in season 1 it is what it is!

All in all the season was an intense roller coaster. Sometimes I felt anger, pain, joy, excitement and so much more. That's what I love the most about film. Eagles really got me. We watched them grow up through their flaws & mistakes and forming very unique and life lasting bonds. They had such a huge impact in each other's life and I think this was portrayed extremely good.

Sure the season/show could've done better in so many points but at the end of the day it's an amazing & emotional show that taught me so many things. And I love everything about it even the messy things I love to complain about. I could really rewatch it the every day. (I did this with season 3 lmao 😭) It's my comfort show.

#YES I WAS TOO LAZY TO RATE THEM ONE BY ONE SO WHAT #🤣🤣 #eagles svt #svt eagles #IM SO SORRY FOR MY ENGLISH #its really bad for me...

[demivampirew]

Keep calm and go to London.

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Trigger warning: talking about depression; low self-stem and body image issues.

Disclaimer: I mentioned “Jared” in the story, because Jared Leto is my former celebrity boyfriend 😂 🤣 , before I found othe much better (sorry Jer) -if you want to think in other celebrity, you can 😁 -

You were in London for a few days. Your excuse was to visit some old friends that you haven't seen in a while, but the truth was that were trying to scape Los Angeles for a while. It's been a month since your breakup with Jared and you recently found out that the same day that you broke up with him, he slept with that woman that he sweared was just a friend. You knew that he did it in purpose just to hurt you for hurting him, but still it was an awful feeling to know that the person you spend the last five years of your live, who hold you while you cry all day in the last few months due to your depression, and who knew exactly how you feel about that woman, would be capable of doing something like that. Last September, during your tour in Latinamerica, you fell into a deep depression. Brian - your manager and best friend- found you a good therapist that agree to see you via videocall. At first, you didn't want anyone to find out -beside Jared, Brian and Beth, your other best friend- but soon enough you decide to make an statement on your Instagram account, explaining what you were going through. You made that desition after you saw lots of comments from your Latino fans complaining that you didn't have the same love for them as you have for the American and European fans, because you didn't laugh and smile as much in the meet and greets and during the concerts. It hurt immensely to know that they felt thay way, so you decide to let them know it was true that you weren't  able to act happy like you did in the other parts of your world tour, but that it had nothing to do with them or that they love them less than your other fans. After your statement, you receive a lot of support and love and you decide to become an advocate for depression and mental health issues; to fight to erase the stigma around them. Another thing that you did, was promise yourself that you were going to get better, not matter what it takes, your going to get through this. What you didn't realize in that moment, something that a part of you knew for a long time but was avoiding at all cost, is that you needed to end your relationship with Jared if you wanted to get better. He was not a bad man, but he was a terrible boyfriend and you knew it, even if you always tried to make it seem like if he was the perfect partner. He had a few good qualities, like he'd cook for you, and sometimes would text you to tell you that he missed you, and he would hug you every night for sleep. But, unfortunately, that didn't compare to his flaws: he was always working or hagging out with his friends -who included lots of skinny models, one of them was a former lover of his and she even told you to your face that she had feelings for him-; you never went into vacations together because he always cancel last minute due to some work related issue -but yet, he will always find time to travel with friends-, you moved into his house, that you didn't like and when you suggested to buy a new house together he opposed. He had a lots of flaws, but the worst one was the fact that he wanted to keep your relationship in secret. For the first two years of your relationship, you agreed to this because you didn't want paparazzi follow you around everywhere you go, or people commenting on your relationship -especially on the fact the he was nineteen years older than you, you knew that people would love to critize that-, but after a few years, you just wanted to have a normal relationship. You wanted to go to coffeeshops, to travel, to go to a restorant with your boyfriend, to go to the premiere of the movie you were in or an award show together, etc. But he wanted the relationship to remain a secret. It wasn't until one day that you finally convince him to take you out to a restorant that people found out because paparazzi took pictures of you two and the next day the were all over the internet. He say that was ok but gave you the silent treatment for a few days. The fact that he was reluctant to the idea of your relationship being public and being seen with you affected you a lot. You grew up with lots of self-steem and body image issues and before started dated him you finded a way to be ok with your body and even feel sexy and confident, but in the last few years you were back in the self-hate train. You could stop yourself from comparing your curvisious body to the bodies of the skinny Victoria Secret's models friends of your boyfriend.  You were barely being intimate in the last few years, which made everything worst because it made you feel undesirable. But luckily, thanks to therapy, you realize what you needed to do. After breaking up with him, you moved out with your best friend Beth, until you decide your next move. You were feeling tired of LA but didn't want to live in New York either, those places were too big and too loud for you; what you were looking for is some peace. London was such a beautiful city. You'd been there before lots of times, but always for work - you were not only a successful actress, but also a famous musician and one of the biggest songwriters and producers in the world- so you never had much time for sightseeing. After a week, you felt a joy that you haven't felt in a while. That city was so magical. And you also got the chance to see some old friends. It felt like if you finally, after so long, you were alive again. That night you were invited by a friend to one of her friends birthday party. He was the actor Simon Pegg and they worked together in the last two Mission Impossible movies, as she told you. She assure you that she asked Simon if he was ok with you coming to the party and he say yes. You were not a party lover, but thought that probably it'd be a great idea to get out of you confort zone for once. You put up a black lace cocktail dress with long sleeves and let your curls free. Put some makeup -you decide to go for more a natural look- and your favourite perfume and went to the party to meet your friend. Once there, you sigh in relive when you saw that the place wasn't too crowded and the music was not too loud. Your friend was waiting for you by the bar, so you went there and after a long hug you two got reaquented. Last time you saw eachother was when you played a concert in London a year ago. You didn't realize how much you missed her until you saw her again. After an hour or so, your friend was looking to her right and notice something. -Come with me. I want to greet some friends.- she said. You followed her and saw her greet a group of gentlemen. Your friend begin to introduce you to the three men. -Y/N, this is Chris; Chris, this is Y/N. - Yes, I know who she is.- Chris replied - It's a pleasure to meet you. -Thank you, it's a pleasure to meet you too. - And he's Edgar.- she continued. - Nice to meet a legend like you-  Edgar said while shaking your hand. - I think that's a bit exagerated...but just a bit- you said smirking. -And he's Henry. - The mighty Witcher - you say in a playful voice as you shake his hand. -The one and only - he said, grinning - It's a real pleasure to meet you. - Same here. - you replied. You felt a tingly sensation; like electicity running down your spine and you weren't sure if it was because of his touch, because of his captivating smile, his piercing eyes or his deep voice; probably the combination of all of those things. Some time went by and Chris excuse himself and went to talk to other people. My friend was talking to Edgar and I was chatting with Henry. I told him that I was a huge fan of the show and it was a shame that I haven't had time to read the books yet or play the games. He was really surprised when a told him that I actually enjoy playing videogames, although I don't do it very often due to lack of time. We chat about our favourite games and books. At some point in the night, my friend and I went to the ladies room and after we made our way back to the group, Edgar started to ask me some questions. -So, Y/N, I heard about your breakup. I'm really sorry - He said. - Not need to be sorry.- I replied -Oh, ok. I wonder, now that you are single again, are you open to date? -Edgar! Are you trying to hook up with my friend? - my friend questioned in a protective way - No! I'm not asking for me. There's some friends -he cleared his troat- that find her really beautiful and I know would love to have the chance to have a date with her and I just wanted to know if she'd open to the idea. This friends are pretty cool guys, I promise. - Yes, I supose - I answered, not entirely sure. The idea of a blind date doens't sound appeling to me. -Great! We'll see later about that.- he said and then he look at Henry, like if the two of them were having a mental conversation and then he asked my friend to go with him to pick up some drinks. I continue to talk with Henry about games and the show and then he told me that he was going to visit the set the next day and asked me if I was interested in going to see it with him and of course that's not something I'd say no to. So we exchanged phone numbers and I decided to head back to the hotel so I could get some rest to be able to enjoy the next day.

#henry cavill #fanfiction #demivampirew #henry cavill x reader

[intoanothermind]

Midnight Queen - Edmund Pevensie

Word Count: 3.4k words

-- Edmund Pevensie x reader

Synopsis: Edmund just couldn’t resist meeting up with an commoner every midnight.

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You know, he wanted things to be different.

All he wanted was to tell everyone that he loved her. But he couldn’t. Narnia was not as easy to deal with as it seemed, especially as he was one of the four ruling kings - the four most famous. What would they say if King Edmund came with the news that he was in love with a commoner? He always compared Narnia to the times of monarchy in his homeland. If a royal appeared with someone who wasn't one, the scandal was set. And he didn't want that in Cair Paravel. Especially when the law says that Peter should get married first.

But of course Edmund never imagined that he would fall in love. And in such an unusual way.

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Edmund could no longer stand that festivity. He didn't want to have to go on to that ball that was meaningless to him. What drives a person to dance in the middle of winter, as if it was something to celebrate? Edmund wish to understand what goes through his brother’s head. What Peter saw as a celebration of what winter would no longer be, Edmund saw as a reminder of what he almost allowed to remain. Years passed, and he still blamed himself for the choices he made in the past. He would never forgive himself for that and would always regret it.

Edmund sighed, giving up on the idea of letting his sisters knowing he was leaving the room. No one had paid attention to him since the ball started, and it wouldn't be now that they would. It already came to terms with it. So he simply exited through the main gate of the hall. He paced through the gardens slowly, watching the flowers around him as he had seen Lucy doing now and then. Outwardly, he looked like a calm and calculating king, but only he knew what really went on the inside.

Sighing again, Edmund sat on the far bench in the garden, resting his head in his hands. But the sound of a branch cracking near him caught his attention. He looked around for the origin of the sound and saw some movement in some branches not too far away. He ran in time to catch a girl who fell off a branch and held her tightly to prevent her from going straight to the ground.

“Are you alright?�� He asked, really worried about the petite girl’s state still in his arms.

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Edmund smiled at the memory that invaded his mind. At first glance, she looked really fragile. But that was just appearance.

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“Yes, I am, thank you.” The girl said roughly, jumping from Edmund's arms in a perfect jump.

Edmund looked closely at her features, her black hair, and her blue eyes. Something about her had puzzled him at first glance. Her delicate face might confuse her with a princess, but her robes denied this theory. However clean and well-groomed the beige dress was, the peasant seam work was clear. And for some reason unknown to Edmund at that time, he sympathized with the girl. Maybe her fragile appearance, maybe her attempt to sneak in, maybe her harsh way of treating him, maybe her mesmerizing blue eyes or just the fact that she seemed braver than he was to stand up to things.

“What's your name?” asked an interested Edmund.

“Y/N.”

“I am...”

“I know who you are.” She interrupted almost immediately.

But Edmund wasn’t taken aback.

“What are you doing here?” Edmund asked, even tough he already knew the answer.

And he clearly saw the moment her already pale skin paled even more. And she was clearly looking for an escape.

Edmund smiled. “What do you think about coming in with me?”

“What?!”

“Yeah, want to join me at the ball?”

“B-but they...” she looked for an excuse but Edmund prevent her from continuing.

“I don't care what they think.”

And for the first time, that was true.

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Edmund remembered pretty well Peter's reaction to his appearing with Y/N in that room. It hadn’t been the best, but after he had insisted for a moment, the blonde had given in. And from that day on, he would always insist on her. That was one of the only certainties he had in life. And his urges wouldn't stop there.

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“Edmund, are you sure?” Y/N asked one day. “I don’t want to cause you any trouble.”

It was one of the days they would meet up. Y/N had unexpectedly become his best friend. They danced at that ball perfectly, delighting everyone, and talked until the end of the event. Since then, they had begun to meet in the woods around the castle at midnight. Sometimes they talked, sometimes they would walk, and sometimes they would be quiet, just enjoying each other's company.

“I still don't understand where did you get the idea that you brings me trouble!” complained Edmund, rolling his eyes.

It was already two o'clock in the morning - they never passed one o’clock - and Edmund insisted on taking the girl to the village near the castle. It was close, but not so much.

“I don't know, Eddie.” She said, blushing and feeling a little uncomfortable. “You’re at the risk of your brother catch you meeting with a commoner. I know King Peter is kind, but that goes against all the laws already imposed before.”

Edmund took a deep breath and took Y/N's hand in his, causing her to stop shaking almost instantly with the warmth of his hand.

“I told you, Y/N.” he said, minimally smiling while playing with the fingers of the girl. “I don’t care what they say.”

And without leaving much time for her to answer, he pulled her hand directing them to the stables.

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Edmund lifted his head to the ceiling and smiled slightly as he closed his eyes, trying to remember all the sensations that midnight had brought him. The feeling of his hands around Y/N's thin waist as he lifted her to Phelipe's horse saddle. The sensation of being behind her, supporting her body against his chest and enveloping her in his arms. He remembered being afraid that she would fall, but Y/N seemed to ride even better than him. Perhaps she had spent her life doing that, but what had been most recorded in Edmund's mind about that particular day was what had happened when he left her home.

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“Good night, King Edmund.” Y/N teased. She was about to go through the door of his simple little house, having a half malicious smirk on her lips.

Edmund rolled his eyes.  “I already told you there’s no need to call me that!”

Y/N laughed, knowing how annoyed he would get when she called him that. But she also knew how handsome he looked with his flushed cheeks.

“Alright, have a good night, Eddie.” She repeated.

Edmund smiled this time, and approached to give a gentle kiss on the girl's cheek. But it seems that there was some calculation error and Y/N also turned around with the Y/Ne intention. So, seconds later, when both their lips touched, just enough so that they noticed what had happened and they departed quickly, both flustered.

“Uh... Well...” Edmund started, scratching the neck in a clear sign of discomfort. “Good night, Y/N. See you tomorrow.”

Edmund then leaned over and kissed Y/Nmanhta's cheek. This time, on the right target.

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But Y/N hadn’t appeared at the midnight after that. Neither in the other, nor in the other after that, nor another two days after that. It had been like this for almost a week and Edmund was already a nervous wreck. He was afraid she had ignored him on purpose because of the night they kissed. It wasn’t like Edmund didn’t like it, but it just wasn’t the right time to get involved. At least not for him. He'd discount his mood on anything he saw. Was it a corner broken vessel, the lack of appetite for the delicious food of the palace’s cooks, writing reports without the needed precision...

Several of these factors happened throughout the week, and Peter had even asked what had happened. Edmund didn’t mean to tell him about his encounters, so he told him it was just tiredness. Of course the blond didn’t believe in sorry excuse of story, but gave him time off from their obligations. Free time that Edmund used to ride to the village where Y/N lived.

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Edmund knocked at the door of the simple village house, afraid of his theories for Y/N distancing herself. He hated to think that she had been avoiding him because of their kiss. Simple for outside observers, but for Edmund it was the missing detail for him to finally understand about his confused feelings. It had been months since they met and had been hiding, but since then Edmund couldn't stop thinking about the girl.

Amazing was also the fact that, since then, he had stopped thinking about his mistakes. Mistakes that he would blame himself to this day if the dark blue-eyed girl hadn’t appeared in your life. But that day, at that ball, his torments became different. Why he couldn’t stop thinking about that girl? She had nothing special, no land, no titles, nothing! And maybe that was why she intrigued him so much. And since the last day they saw each other, Edmund had been able to organize his thoughts and finally come to the conclusion that he loved this commoner.

“Edmund, what are you doing here?” The girl's voice distracted him from his thoughts and he felt his heart clenching.

He flashed a smile at her, but it soon faded when he saw the girl's slightly fragile and sad appearance.

“Y/N? What happened? When you didn’t show up in the woods, I was worried.

Y/N gave him a slight smile.

“Come in.” she invited, giving him space to go in.

Edmund came in, a little uncomfortable, but soon felt at home when noticing the simple appearance the house also exuded inside. He loved the luxurious comfort of Cair Paravel castle, but couldn't help but feel comfortable with the old-fashioned living room as well.

“What happened, Y/N?” He asked again to the girl, who was now standing in front of his and her head down.

“My dad.” She said, averting her gaze to the closed door that was on the opposite wall.  “He’s sick, I had to take care of him.”

Edmund smiled with compassion and then put his hand on his belt.

“Good thing I always bring Lucy's potion for emergencies.” He said, smiling with a bit of mischief and taking the bottle from his robes.

Y/N's eyes widened. “What?! No! You don't have to use this with us!”

“Y/N.” Edmund said, approaching her and holding her chin in his free hand. “I already said that for you I would do anything.”

Edmund was proud to see a shy smile spread between Y/N's flushed cheeks, and he smiled.

“Now take me to your father, I have a commoner to save.”

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Edmund opened his eyes, but the smile didn’t leave his face. He didn't know if he would have the courage to leave this room to have his serious talk with Peter, but it was necessary. But without his best memories of the best times with Y/N, he wouldn’t gather the courage to do so. It was a difficult decision, almost impossible, but for Y/N he would do it. So he was at that moment alone in his room, mustering up the courage.

That day he was after her, he managed to cure the commoner. He was a kind young man, but his hard work and the constant sun had aged him irreversibly. But still, he had a young spirit. He chatted happily with Edmund, as if he didn’t realize that he was in the Y/Ne room as one of the kings of Narnia. As would his daughter do. Edmund liked the man even better when he said that after Y/N had met him, she had become a more open, receptive, and friendly person. Edmund was invited for dinner sometime in that simple house with the two of them, and he didn’t refuse.

But a memory that would never fade from his memory would come a few weeks after his first dinner in that house. He never imagined that he would know paradise until he saw her that way.

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Bare back, wet hair and white skin. It was all Edmund saw, but it was enough for him to think of inappropriate thoughts with the bathing woman's body. After all, what had happened to him as he left before midnight to wait for her in the woods? Well, he was feeling guilty, but how would he know that Y/N was bathing in the river near the meeting point? He had been lucky that the girl didn’t realize his presence.

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Edmund controlled his mind to avoid inappropriate images. He didn't need to be excited right now. So, therefore, decided to launch the web of thoughts in another direction. Their first kiss, maybe?

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“What are you doing?” Asked Edmund, laughing when he saw Y/N sprawled among the fallen leaves after tripping over a protruding root.

“What does it look like I'm doing?” She answered sarcastically, but hiding a slight smile at the corner of her lips. “The very comfortable floor and leaves in the hair are the latest fashion in the village!” He mocked.

Edmund rolled his eyes but smiled. “You look beautiful anyway.”

It was Y/N's turn to roll her eyes - blushing, of course. Edmund reached out to help her to her feet, but didn’t imagine the girl's mischief smirk until he was lying on her, hearing her angelic laughter. When it stopped, their eyes met. Blue in brown and brown in blue. It might seem strange, but for them it was the perfect match. Just like their lips together, as they were seconds later. And of course neither of them walked away.

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Since that day, kisses and more kisses have been going on. Whenever they saw each other, whenever they said goodbye, whenever they shut up and whenever they talked too. The kisses became such a vice between them that it was almost humanly impossible to live a second without feeling each other's lips.

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As soon as he saw her, Edmund took her in his arms and kissed her with passion. It was a wild, longing kiss, obliterating any feeling that overwhelmed their hearts. A kiss never experienced by them, but that meant the world.

“Wow!” Y/N commented, separating her lips from his due to breathlessness, but moving away completely. “Was that all you miss?”

“You have no idea.” Edmund answered, giving light kisses of pleasure on the target girl's neck.

“But we haven't seen each other in just two days!” Y/N laughed, closing her eyes to prolong the sensations that Edmund's lips caused on her skin.

“It seemed to me like eternity.” Said Edmund finally, before taking her lips in another kiss.

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Maybe it was one of their last nights together. At least until Susan shows up with the two princesses.

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Edmund was holding on not to grab her there in front of everyone. Especially since she wore the Y/Ne dress she had on the night they met. And that, Edmund would never forget. But it was easy to forget that they couldn't meet, much less fraternize. He and Peter were there to meet the requests of the commoners of the nearest villages; and that included Y/N and his father, who were in the midst of all those people in front of the kings throne.

“Calm down, please!” Asked Peter, probably for the tenth time at that time. It was hard to please everyone. “We'll try to meet everyone, won't we, Edmund?”

But Edmund had eyes only for her. He always had eyes only for her, and it hurt her to know that they couldn't make official whatever there was between them. That was all Edmund wanted. He could see that Y/N was starting to get a little uncomfortable with the staring, after all, they were being obvious. But he couldn't help it, especially when he saw her whisper something to her father and he would say something that made her blush even more.

But something caught the boy's eye, and it wasn't his brother trying to call him. It was the giant doors of the Throne Room that brought with them their sister Susana and two blond girls who were immediately identifiable as royalty.

“Susana?” Asked Pedro, confused. “What is happening?”

Susan smiled. “These are Loren and Annelise. They are the pretending princesses to have yours and Edmund's hands.”

At this moment, Edmund's world break as much as Y/N's heart.

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Edmund hated to remember that after that, Y/N had only appeared in the woods at midnight just once more. They fought - and fought ugly. Edmund wanted to throw it all away and run away with her, even though he knew it would destroy his reputation and would be branded a traitor and a coward. The worst wasn’t the fight they had itself. But the last words he'd heard from Y/N's mouth.

Go, stay with Loren. Do what is right.

Edmund took a deep breath and walked toward the door. He would be doing the right thing to talk to his brother.

~ * ~

“Peter!” Edmund shouted for his brother the moment he saw him at the end of one of the castle corridors.

“Say it, brother.” Peter smiled at her, stopping to wait for him.

“I have some doubts.” Edmund began, not knowing exactly what to say. “I, even though I'm a secondary king, have the Y/Ne rights to change laws as you, don't you?”

“You are not a secondary king.” Said the blonde, putting his hand on the younger man's shoulder. “Always had and always will have the Y/Ne authority as me.”

“So what would you say about me altering the marriage laws only with nobility and about the first born having a duty to arrange himself first?” Asked Edmund, afraid of the answer.

Peter, however, broke everything the dark haired man would expect by smiling.

“You love that commoner, don't you?” He answered with another question. Edmund, even afraid of the reaction his response would cause his brother, nodded in confirmation. “Then go after her.”

~ * ~

As soon as Y/N opened the door of her house, Edmund took her in his arms and kissed her with fervor and longing like never before.

“Edmund!” Y/N exclaimed as soon as they were separated by the lack of breath. “Why are you here?!”

Edmundo took a deep breath, still holding her, and felt the words spurt out of his mouth.

“Y/N, I have no idea how to do that, because I've never had to do this before. Actually, I'm a man, men are not creative. But if there is one thing I created in my mind, it was my future several years from now. And in every moment, I had you by my side. From the moment we met, I fell in love with you. I even convinced my brother to change the marriage laws. This is all because I love you, all because you were part of the future I imagined for myself. And you asked me to do the right thing myself, so I'm trying. What do you think of helping me with what’s right, of realizing the vision of the future I made for myself; be forever my midnight queen?” Edmund took a deep breath again before releasing the question that the possibility of a negative tormented him. “Y/N, will you marry me?”

And by the smile Y/N had opened, the answer would never be negative.

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[ashintheairlikesnow]

Dad Fluff: Ohana

A followup to this very short drabble about Mina drawing a family photo! 

CW: Vague references to Danny’s past torture, but nothing specific. Brief referenced to enforced malnourishment/near starvation.

“You’re officially obs-… obsessing,” Nate says softly, dropping onto the couch next to Danny, leaning over and tilting his head to try and get a better look at his face. “L-Love, talk to me. You’ve been looking at th-th-the picture she drew for… longer than can be g-good for you.”

“I wasn’t in the picture,” Danny whispers, still holding it in his hands. Looking at the stick-figure attempts to draw Nate and Mina herself and even Toto, a ball of black and brown squiggles with eyes. “I don’t know why, why she wouldn’t-”

“Danny,” Nate says seriously, taking the paper from his hands and turning it over. “You are the p-p-picture. Look at you, here.” He points, tapping his finger against the drawing with a soft crackling sound as the paper shifts in his hand. “You’re so… you are s-s-such the center of her life that she didn’t have en, enough room to draw you if you didn’t have your very own s-side.”

Danny’s lips press slowly together, and he nods, but he doesn’t look convinced. “I never drew myself in, um, in the pictures, either,” He says, finally. “I used to draw Mom and Dad and Ryan on one side, and… and, um, then myself over in the corner or on another paper, because that’s how it felt-… sometimes I didn’t draw me at all…”

“Danny.” Nate set the drawing down entirely, laying it carefully on the coffee table, taking Danny’s hands in his. “Look at me, love. Please.”

Danny’s jaw is locked but trembling as he raises his eyes, slowly, to meet Nate’s.

They’re both older, and stronger, and Nate likes to think wiser, but Danny’s eyes are still the same. Bright sparkling blue, the only time in his life Nate has seen the color blue and called it warm. His freckles have deepened with time, rather than faded, and Nate lifts one hand to cup his face, rubbing a thumb slowly over an old scar on his cheek, feeling the shift in skin texture under his touch. 

“This is n-not that family.” Nate keeps his voice gentle but firm, not quite insistent. Danny nods, but he’s scared, and the fear shows through even when he tries to hide it. He’s never been a good liar, and he’s a worse liar with Nate. “I kn-know we all bring things from our childhoods-… but we are not your parents. And Mina is not Ryan, and she isn’t y-you, either.”

“It just felt like-”

“Like you weren’t part of us,” Nate says softly, and Danny nods. Nate sighs and slides his hand down Danny’s neck, over the hints of scarring there, then curves his palm around Danny’s shoulder, pulling him close. Wavy red hair tickles against the side of his neck as Danny’s tension collapses. “This is your family, Danny. We w-worked hard to build it. We… we worked so hard to get the fucking ch-chance to build it. This is our f-family. And you’re her whole world.”

“She drew my scars. She drew them in bright red, they’re what she sees, it’s all anyone ever sees, is what h-he left on me-”

“Ssssshhhhh. I know that was h-hard to see.” Nate closes his eyes, tries to remember what he and Dr. Rosa had talked about when it came to helping Danny through his dark moments, encouraging him to keep talking, to pull himself back. “Did you h-hear what she called them?”

“My… my pretty marks,” Danny whispers, and Nate begins to run his thumb on Danny’s shoulder through his long-sleeved shirt, thinking of doing this in Alberta, feeling the shift of bones under his thumb when Danny had so little weight at all. Now there is a gentle roundness, strength he’d rebuilt in himself year by year. “She called them pretty marks.”

“There. She didn’t see them as bad, D-Danny, she just sees them as part of you. The same way she calls that weird thing on your hip your ‘blue spot’.”

“It… it is an actual blue spot on my hip, though,” Danny says doubtfully. “I stabbed myself with a marker at the last group home before Mom… It is a blue spot.”

“And your marks are p-pretty to her.”

“I just… it hurts, to see me not in the picture again, Nate.”

“I know. But she’s n-not you. She didn’t d-d-do that because she didn’t think you belonged with us, but because she c-c-couldn’t fit how important y-you were when the rest of us were in the way.” Nate’s efforts are rewarded with a nearly-silent huff of laughter from the man in his arms. “I know it’s h-hard not to bring it with you… I sometimes want to g-go to confession and I haven’t b-been Catholic since I was s-s-seventeen…”

“What’d you confess to?” Danny asks, curling more against him, and Nate sighs with a kind of relief as he pulls him closer. “Just… sucking dick?”

“Yes.”

Danny blinks and pulls back, looking up at Nate with surprise. “Did you actually? To a priest?”

Nate grins, and watches Danny’s internal battle between his need to still be sad over the injury in his mind and the idea of a sixteen-year-old Nate Vandrum talking about blowjobs in the confessional booth. “Couple of t-t-times. Some oth, other stuff, too. I was a really bad C-Catholic.”

“If you did it and still went to confession, you might actually have been a pretty good one,” Danny says, and the two of them break up into relieved laughter, Danny’s hands splaying over his face not to hide his scars but just to hide his smile.

“Danny, you are M-Mina’s family. You’re w-w-with her every day, all day-”

“-Except during Mom’s Morning Out, which, I really wish they’d change the name of that fucking group-”

“… let me finish, D-Danny. Mina wants for nothing. She is warm, and fed, and educated, and clothed, and l-l-loved.”

“I was most of those things,” Danny says, softly, but he’s coming back, Nate can tell. Pulling himself out of the spiral inside his mind, starting to feel more present, less like he slipped beneath the surface of a dark pool. 

“You were some of th-them all of the t-t-time, but you never had them all, all of the t-t-time. And she does. You were the one who brought up adoption, you are the one who taught her the alphabet, you were the one to d-d-decide we weren’t going to watch those episodes I d-d-downloaded of Mister Rogers any longer and we’d let her watch s-s-something made in the last ten years-”

“I still watch them,” Danny says, softly. At Nate’s raised eyebrows, he shrugs. “Call it my confession. Forgive me, Father, for I have watched educational children’s programming from the eighties-”

“Hey, now. Some of us recovering Catholics like the ‘Forgive me, Father’ stuff, but… I’m n-n-not one of them.”

Danny flashes him a bright smile, and Nate feels an absurd sense of victory. He wants to raise his hands in triumph. He settles for pulling Danny in for a kiss. 

“Sorry, Professor,” Danny murmurs against his mouth.

“Now, see, I l-like you calling me Professor…”

Danny laughs, softly. “Put your tie and jacket on and I’ll take it right back off you again, Professor Vandrum. But… I… I get it. She drew me bigger than everyone else because I am important. And she probably thought, since it’s the same paper, that it still counted as being all together…”

“Kids tend to d-d-draw themselves larger than they really a-are, compared to other people,” Nate says softly. “If they feel secure, and s-safe. You saw how big M-Mina drew herself.”

“Right. Bigger than you,” Danny says, blinking, looking back down at the paper. “And I was the biggest person.”

“I h-hate admitting this, but you’re the one she g-g-goes to first when she’s scared, or hurt, or has a n-nightmare or feels sick to her stomach. You’re the one she asks for juice and ah, applesauce. That’s all you, Danny. You’re not part of our family, you are our family. We built every single thing we have because of you. You chose me-”

“-… was made for you…” Danny murmurs, and then stops when Nate shakes his head.

“No, love. You chose me, and didn’t l-let go. You chose to say y-yes when I asked. You chose to agree when Mina’s birthmom liked us in our profiles. You chose Toto at the H-Humane Society, you chose every single thing we are. You built your own f-f-family, love, and she can’t picture us without seeing you as b-b-bigger than everyone else.”

Danny nods slowly, rubbing at his face, at his eyes, leaning over to rest his elbows on his knees. “Yeah… yeah, okay.”

“I know this is hard for y-you, love, and always will be, but… this is your family. You, and I, and Mina… and Toto… and, fuck, even your brother.”

Danny’s smile widens. “What do you think he’ll say if I send him a photo of what Mina drew and tell him she called them ‘pretty marks’?”

Nate shakes his head, leaning over to hold Danny’s face in one hand again, kissing his forehead, feeling the worry-wrinkles smooth under his mouth. “He’ll say, ‘it’s ab, about time someone other than Vandrum and I noticed you’re gorgeous’,” He says, softly.

Danny snorted. “He’s never called me gorgeous in my life or his.”

“Not to your face.”

Danny’s smile is infectious, and Nate pulls him in for a kiss knowing the tightrope has been walked, they’ve cleared the worst part of the shadows that threatened to sink their claws in - at least for now. 

They’ll have this conversation again, in a hundred different ways, every time something pushes Danny towards the fears and worries built by a lifetime of having to earn the love that should have been his birthright. They’ll have it every time Danny is reminded or forced to relive years spent desperately trying to earn the mercy of a man hellbent on his slow, inexorable destruction. 

But they have the foundation. They’ve laid the path, together. When one of them falters, the other holds the weight, until they can find their own way out. That is their marriage, and has always been, and will always be.

That is Danny’s family.

“It’s sm-small, and b-b-broken, but we made it ourselves,” Nate murmurs, and Danny lets out a peal of surprised laughter, loud enough that Nate shushes him, worried about waking Mina so soon after she’s fallen asleep. 

“Did you just quote Lilo and Stitch at me?”

“No.” Danny raises an eyebrow, and Nate puts his hands up in surrender. “I quoted it to m-myself!”

“No, it’s fine, I like that movie, you know I do.” Danny slides arms around his waist, holding him tightly. 

After a few beats of silence, Danny says softly, “Ohana means family, Professor Vandrum.”

“Family m-means nobody gets left behind.”

#whump #only not really #trauma recovery #dad fluff #epilogue #nate vandrum: a knight in soot-stained armor #daniel michaelson is a tall smol bean #mina vandrum #scarring #scars #tw: brief reference to past starvation #tw: brief reference to torture #reference to foster care #referenced past emotional abuse #recovery whump #recovering whumpee

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Somewhere Over the Rainbow: Chapter 5

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Summary: Patton wakes up in the waiting room without meaning to fall asleep and battles with the fact that he let the child suffer when he could’ve helped. Luckily he’s not alone

Word count:  6.1k (6122)

Warnings: Nightmare, panic attack, numbness, misunderstanding

He was running. Feet slapping wetly against the uneven ground below him.

Stumbling over a rock, his destination only drew further away as he struggled to regain his footing The dull pain of the scratches on his arms from countless falls against the sharp rocks was nothing compared to the overwhelming panic and his desperate need to get somewhere.

He had to get there! 

They needed him!

“But where are they? Shouldn’t you know?” A voice intoned above him in an almost mocking sort of way, but he ignored it. What mattered was moving forward, he did know where he was going. Sort of. He only wished the path to get there was… more easy to navigate over..

A stream flowed by his feet down the rocky riverbank as he ran and he desperately fought to stay balanced even as the loose rocks slid out from under his feet. He couldn’t fall into the river.

If he fell in he would never get to where he needed to go.

So he had to keep going.

“How long until you fall?” The voice spoke again, and it didn’t come from one place above him. It sounded as if the overcast sky itself was speaking to him. 

He only gave the sky a glance as he registered the question.

That was all it took.

That one moment was all he needed to slip on a particularly slippery rock and careen dangerously off balance. 

“Crap!” He cried out, flailing his arms wildly in a futile attempt to regain his balance. 

But his attempts ultimately failed as his foot landed wrong on a slippery rock, the contortion sending bolts of agonizing pain up his left foot. He cried out as he braced for the pain of the jutting rocks of the riverbed and the splash of his head in the water.

However, something grabbed onto his wrist just before he was certain he was about to hit the water. 

Opening his eyes almost immediately, he looked back down the river from where he had come from. The flowing water was just hairbreaths away from his head. A jolt of fear traveled down his spine as he registered how close he still was to falling in.

He did NOT want to fall in.

Then he looked up at who had saved him. A hesitant smile spread on his face, the smile not completely reaching his eyes. Some indescribable emotion slipped behind his eyes instead.

“It’s you.”

The person who caught him squeezed his hand in response, not making direct eye contact with him at first. He squeezed the person’s hand back, and only then did his rescuer make eye contact with him.

His rescuer still didn’t respond verbally, instead pulling him up away from the river. He breathed a sigh of relief as he hung loosely on his rescuer as he was tugged fully upright. Grabbing onto his rescuer’s elbow, his breath was shaky as he finally straightened his back up to a standing position.

He never let go of his rescuer’s hand even after he was upright. Instead, he surged forward like he had been doing into a fierce hug with his rescuer. Burying his face into his rescuer’s shoulder, tears perked in his eyes. He clutched his rescuer tight until everything began to shift.

His rescuer was turning both of them in the hold. 

Pulling back, he gazed into his rescuer’s eyes. His brow was furrowed in confusion as his rescuer continued to spin both of them. His rescuer didn’t look into his eyes again for a long moment. But when his rescuer did look into his eyes, there were tears in his rescuer’s eyes too.

Lips parting in slight hesitation, his rescuer was visibly conflicted about something that was utterly lost on him. It wasn’t until the familiar sensation of off-balance rolled around his gut that it hit him.

“I’m sorry.” His rescuer said as they both fell towards the river’s surface. He struggled in his rescuer’s grip, but it was already too late. Closing his eyes involuntarily once more, he waited yet again for the impact of the water’s wet embrace.

No way to prevent it now.

However, just before he hit the surface, the weight of his rescuer’s body pressed against his chest and arms vanished. Pushing his eyes open again at the last moment, he discovered that he was alone again as he fell towards the river’s surface.

He had no time to react as his left shoulder hit the river first, the river behind him when he had run was swallowed up by water as the turbulent water hit him.

Everything after that was a blur as he was tossed around a bit by the flowing current even before he fully slipped under. There was nothing to hold onto in the unforgiving, roaring current as it carried his body back up towards where the river came from despite the current flowing towards his destination instead.

All he knew was that when his face finally went under, everything suddenly went… gray.

-

Patton bolted upright in his seat. He immediately regretted his decision when his back (and really his whole left side) protested the sudden movement. Wincing at the sudden pain, Patton looked around where he was to find he was sitting in one of the chairs in a hospital waiting room. He nearly fell out of his chair in his panicked attempts to look around the room. The only thing keeping him steady and in his seat was the ironclad grip his hand had on the thicker part of the armrests.

Patton furrowed his eyebrows for a moment.

Why am I in her-

Patton stiffened all at once. He ignored the pain that flared down his left side as he cut off his last thought with the stark realization of why he was here. The cookies- and then the door- and then they- and he-

The child. Where are they? Are they okay? I need to know-

Trying to draw in a breath past the rising panic in his throat, Patton bent over in his seat and clutched his stomach area despite his problem being his breathing. His lungs screamed for a long moment as Patton screwed his eyes shut.

Come on, Patton! Breathe! It’s gonna be okay. It’s okay… In…

Patton breathed a deep breath in, holding it for a long moment even as his lungs were begged for air. 

Out....

Patton let his breathing even out slowly. No rushing it. Worse case scenario, someone would think he was asleep again and that was fine with him. He let his body relax as much as he could, every tiny muscle slowly relaxing in his body bit by bit. Patton was so close to being calm again.

“Are you okay, sir?” A voice startled Patton as he breathed out one last time, his mouth opening in surprise. In the process, he accidentally inhaled some of his own saliva. 

Coughing up one heck of a lung, he looked over in the general direction of where the voice came from and gave them a thumb up. Patton imagined his coughing wasn’t convincing them much, so he gestured vaguely to his mouth and his chest.

Between coughs, Patton attempted to assure the stranger he was fine, but even then his coughs took a solid 15 seconds to calm down to a point where he could reply.

“I’m-” Patton coughed. “I’m fine. You, uh caught me off guard there… uh… Ms...?”

The stranger smiled warmly, her hair naturally framing her face in an image that warmed Patton’s heart for a moment. She was a little older and didn’t have the best state of clothes;, her shirt was a little wrinkled and looked worn in for a day or two straight, but other than that she was very kind-looking. It looked like she had or was still going through a hectic time, which in a hospital wasn’t too far fetched.

“Oh, call me Pandora. Cause… well that’s my name.” Pandora smiled wider, but her eyebrows did draw together after a moment. “Are you sure you’re okay? You seemed a little alarmed, to say the least.”

Patton gently waved Pandora off, glancing over at the desk for any sign of Remus or the lady at the counter trying to get his attention. Unfortunately, there was no one.

“I’m fine. Just got a little too wrapped up in my own thoughts. Don’t want to open that box here in public.”

She nodded for a moment before paying mid nod and squinting at Patton as if she were analyzing him bit by bit.

“Was…was that a pun?”

Patton couldn’t hold back his grin, letting his face blossom with it as his chest burst with pride. He flailed his hands a little as he spoke.

“Yeah. because of the myth, didn’t wanna not let it out when I had the chance.” 

Angling his head in clear anticipation, he turned to watch for Pandora’s reaction, only to find she was gone from where she had been standing.

Looking around curiously, Patton found Pandora standing a few feet away, vaguely surprised. 

“Oh, wait, that was another pun? I’m sorry, I keep- I’m so sorry I keep thinking you’re done talking, I had checked to see if you were okay and you are by your own words so-”

Patton waved his hand nonchalantly in her direction.

“It’s fine. I’m done if you need to get back. Don’t let me keep you for long.” 

Pandora flashed that same gentle smile, if but more sheepishly this time before she nodded and padded back to her seat where a small pouch was leaning against the back of the seat. Patton returned the smile even though Pandora no longer had him in sight, it slowly fading as the reality slowly seeped back in.

Oh god. I can’t panic. But the child I- we have to- I- 

Patton pressed a firm hand on his own chest as his breathing began to speed up again.

He had to get somewhere private he had to-

Whipping his head up with as much subtlety as he could muster, Patton’s eyes searched the waiting room. When his eyes fell upon the sign of the restroom, his heart leapt in excitement.

Yes! The restroom! I do need to go as well, so I won’t be going in there for completely no reason. Now… To subtly get there without it looking urgent. I don’t want anyone to- No, I can’t think about that right now. Just get there, Patton.

Taking in a deep breath and letting it out slowly, Patton slowly got up, reaching for just one of his crutches as he wasn’t going far and he didn’t think he’d need the other. Plus, his hands were beginning to shake and focusing on using his crutches while that was going on was not something he wanted to worry about on top of everything else. He stuffed his free hand into his pockets to hide them.

Patton angled his crutch under his armpit and tried to move towards the other side of the room without drawing too much attention. It was as if thousands of eyes were watching Patton as he moved slowly across the room. The room was suddenly miles long and every step barely stretched anywhere to Patton. He just wanted to be alone for a bit; he didn’t want to distress anyone. Thankfully, he succeeded in getting across even though his legs ached as if he had just run a marathon instead of the barely a couple dozen feet it truly had been.

But Patton had made it, he was where he wanted.

A tight cord in his chest pulled taut as he reached for the door handle. 

Please be open. Please be open. Please be open.

Patton’s gut cord snapped when he gripped the door handle and yanked it. 

The door didn’t budge, making an all too loud thumping sound as it did.

Fiddlesticks! It’s locked… 

As he side shuffled to the side of the door to wait for whoever was in there to finish, Patton huffed in exasperation. He pressed his face to the cool, smooth surface of the wall beside the bathroom. Against the surface, Patton let his expression finally fall from the neutral expression he couldn’t get to bend anymore upwards down to the slight grimace that his face had been trying to fall into ever since he had jolted awake.

I just want somewhere to be alone for a bit, PLEASE. Please just give me this one grace.

Patton snaked his hand up to the wall around where his head was, soaking in the sensation of the smoothness of the wall under his fingers. When he grew bored of that, he lightly drummed his fingers along the wall, moving his hand much less than before.

As he began to bore even of drumming his fingers, a flush came from within the bathroom. Patton’s back immediately straightened up at the sound. The person within was almost done. He peeled his face off the wall, causing Patton to cringe at the dull pain of his face where it still clung on after adhering to its surface from how long he had stood there against it.

Patton cradled his cheek subtly, his hand nearly supporting his head. He wanted the tingling pain to go away, but it lingered for a long couple of moments longer than he thought he could bear. 

The sound of the paper towel dispenser echoed strangely though the door. In the enclosed space, the echoes turned into the sounds of distant screams in Patton’s ears. Patton grimaced more as he screwed his eyes shut and rubbed them with his other hand. 

No. It’s just the dispenser, Patton. Just the dispenser.

He couldn’t discern what he found unsettling about the sound, but in any case the sound brought chills down his spine and a fair bit of goosebumps down his arms. A dull pulse of pain forced his eyes open again, his nail having been digging into his forehead. 

Patton bit back yet another sigh as he let his hand fall from his forehead. It fell down to his side and hung bonelessly from his shoulder.

How long is this guy going to take? It’s been quite a while since I got here. Or at least… it feels like it’s been a while.

As if on cue, the restroom door suddenly clicked and burst inwards like an implosion. Shakingly, Patton craned his neck towards the now-open door to check if the man inside was okay when he nearly had his glasses knocked off as the man blew through the doorway. 

Caught off guard, Patton overcompensated for the close call and shifted his weight away from the door a little too far. The unprecedented weight shift nearly sent him careening to the ground for what had to be the third or fourth time in the past twelve hours so far. His only saving grace was his instinctive grip on the door frame once he began to fall.

Patton caught a glimpse of the man’s face once he fully exited the bathroom as Patton recovered from his sudden rush of action. Clear confusion was written on the man’s face as he glanced at Patton. Patton hunched his shoulders forward as the man stared for a moment. The man’s gaze was like a magnifying glass on all of what Patton wanted to keep hidden and Patton didn’t like it. 

Not knowing anything better to do, Patton ignored the man’s glance as he painstakingly righted himself again, hoping it would just go away along with the feeling it gave Patton in his stomach. And the man’s glance did, but the slightly nauseous feeling in Patton’s stomach remained despite his best efforts.

Patton transferred his grip as he slowly rounded the doorway. He just managed to catch the edge of the door before it closed on his hand from where the man had opened it. 

Breathing in a deep breath before he was plunged into whatever kind of scent was in the bathroom to assault his nose, Patton nudged the door open slowly as he braved the tighter space. To Patton's relief, there wasn't any pungent smell that assaulted his nose as he shuffled into the bathroom. He eased the door closed behind him, not wanting the loud thudding sound it would make if he left it to close by itself to startle him.

Casting his singular crutch to the side into the corner of the small single person bathroom, Patton locked the door by the latch under the doorknob. He did not want someone to accidentally walk in on him. 

After he had done that, Patton considered the bathroom intently. He had come in the bathroom to get away from prying eyes, but did he legitimately have to go to the bathroom or would he have to deceive anyone who came near that he was using it for its intended purpose?

A pang in his gut and his bladder when he focused on each one respectively told him it was thankfully the former. Patton had no desire to deceive others like that on a good day, so he was grateful for the legitimate excuse to be there.

Ignoring the slight blurriness of his eyes, Patton strode over the toilet with a purpose. After pulling down everything, he eased himself down on the toilet slowly, his left side still sending long lasting aches through him before he sighed as his weight was distributed back onto something else. Looking down at his underwear he sighed in relief even though he doubted he would've seen anything there.

As he sat there, ignoring the sounds from below him, he let himself finally really think about the last 12 hours. 

How had the previous night gone so bad so fast? 

Sure, the child being at all injured was a downer at least, but Patton didn't blame anything or anyone for that. But he did find plenty of blame in how he hadn't found the child's more serious injury until it had already begun to bleed into the child's shirt and majorly stain the blanket. 

Why couldn’t I have looked harder? If I had been more observant then the child wouldn't have suffered so long and we could've gotten there faster and I...

It took Patton's body beginning to shudder for Patton to register that he had been silently crying out into his hand as he became wrapped up in his thoughts. A single tear rolled down his cheek before Patton hastily wiped it away, having been done going to the bathroom for who knows how long as he came back to full awareness of his surroundings.

Patton quickly pulled his pants up and flushed the toilet, cringing at how loud the sound was, but raised the corners of his lips as he had actually come into the bathroom to do the proper thing instead of... what he had wanted to be in there for...

Clawing tightly onto the pristine, cool surface of the sink, Patton heaved himself in front of the sink and consequently the mirror that resided above it. Either the world was spinning around him or his left knee had suddenly given up on him from ache as he almost lost his balance during the weight transfer.

Why... why am I having so much trouble keeping my balance today? I'm not usually this clumsy, but...

Patton gritted his teeth as he refused to look up at his reflection in favor of glaring daggers at his incredibly warped reflection in the shiny sink instead. His eyes didn't dare raise above the barely reflective surface for fear of what he would find.

Maybe it's because I've been panicking for the last 12 hours on who knows how many hours of sleep... yeah... that's probably it.

It was all Patton could do not to completely crumple to the floor as that thought had him suddenly plummeting to his knees. The pain as his knees hit the floor was muted as his eyes stared blankly down at the tile floor.

At least the pain wasn't too bad... that's good I guess...

No matter how much effort Patton put into it, he couldn't get himself to care about kneeling on the floor in front of the sink for the longest time. 

That was until his own hand subconsciously came up to his heart and the methodical thumping of heart became something like a heartbeat of Patton's determination. The thumping traveled almost like a current, bringing life to his limbs again as he slowly moved his finger on his chest in time with the pulsing. 

Patton blinked slowly, not aware of the last time he had even blinked as he once again brought his mind back to the present and away from whatever pit he had fallen into.

I... gotta get up...

Slowly pushing himself back onto his feet, Patton looked down at his trembling hands and gritted his teeth as he balled them into fists instead, using them to leverage himself back up.

Straightening back up, Patton only hesitated a moment before turning his head up to take in his appearance properly. 

Patton winced. He even bit back a grimace as he propped himself slightly on the edge of the sink with his elbows.

Oh...

Patton did not look his usual happy and immaculate self anymore. The first thing Patton noticed was how tired he obviously looked. Bags like dark shadows bored into his face under his eyes, his brown eyes dulled from their usual sparkling appearance. They looked less like the glistening melted chocolate that Patton so loved in the cookies he made and more like the dull support wall of an abandoned school. 

The second thing that caught Patton's eye about himself was how his long auburn hair was beginning to frizz out from the straight ponytail he had placed it in who knows how long ago. It wasn't just that stray strand that was free to fall into Patton's face anymore, he had been unconsciously brushing back each new strand that fell into his face without a second thought. There were now a handful of strands that fell to the side of his glasses out of the way, but an ever looming liability to Patton’s vision.

Patton analyzed the third item of note, though it wasn't something that had completely escaped his notice as it was visible even without the mirror. It was his attire. He was still in that same fuzzy sweater and pajama pants. 

Struck with a thought, Patton patted his left side where he had slipped the two cookies in the festive napkin before he had apparently drifted off to sleep out of exhaustion. He had to be ready to go to the child at a moment's notice, no time to retrieve his coat if it wasn't with him. When the child was safe and recovering, perhaps then if he was called without it he could spare a thought to go retrieve it.

And the last thing he took was how broken he looked, that dullness in his own eyes not just from lack of sleep, but also because there were countless thoughts that were telling him what he could've done better. If he had just noticed sooner, if he had just do that thing faster, if he had just cared-

Patton watched his own eyes fill with tears, his own reflection blurring through the tears that as time progressed threatened to spill down his cheeks in a torrent.

Why? Why? Why?

However, the tears didn't get a chance to fall as a steady knocking behind him had him nearly slamming his forehead into the mirror in his startled state.

What? Oh... right.

He was still in a public restroom, which others had to use and he wasn't using it anymore. 

How could I have forgotten that? Others are waiting on me and here I am in the restroom... wasting their time...Selfish...

Sniffing as softly as he dared not to alert anyone outside to what he had been really doing, he pushed himself up from his elbows and turned on the faucet. Patton cringed when the hot water didn't immediately kick in and instead frigid water ran over his hands. 

The sensation brought flashes of a limp body in his arms, the cold skin of someone who had been out in the snow too long, turning their limbs stiff and blue-

Slapping his still sopping hand over his mouth, he abruptly muffled the cry that was ripped from his lips at the flashes of memory.

With an ironclad grip, he kept his hand tightly clamped down on his mouth. Patton blinked back any blurriness that was encroaching into his vision

No, I can't do this right now. People are waiting on me. I have to finish this up.

Still, despite his mental assurance, Patton's body shuddered as the memory of how cold the child had been seeped into his own limbs. He struggled to keep his breathing down as his hand remained clamped over his mouth. Multiple chills ran up and down his spine before he got his breathing under control, his hand falling from his mouth when he looked down to see the tiny patches of dampness that had appeared on his chest from the dripping water of his hand... or was it tears?

No matter what made the damp patches, Patton stepped back to the sink where he had staggered a few steps back in his stark reaction to the flash of a memory from the night before. Shoving his hands under the considerably warmer water now that the sink had been flowing for a bit, Patton finished washing his hands. He continued to ignore the pesky thought as if he hadn't just nearly cried out in anguish at it.

Once he was done washing his hands and wiped enough of the dampness that had accumulated under his eyes away, he faced his next obstacle, the paper towel dispenser. 

Patton slowly approached it, shaking some of the water off his hands as he did so. He had already heard the sound it had made, but was he ready for it in all it's unmuffled glory?

Thrusting his hand under the sensor, Patton didn't give himself time to overthink the decision.

Miraculously, Patton didn't jump three feet in the air when the dispenser activated that time. But as the sound of something so similar to the sound of screams down a long hall, his stomach rolled nauseatingly, and his throat dried up at record speed. The now-desert in Patton's throat forced Patton to swallow painfully despite the lack of any moisture.

The dispenser finally quieted after what, to Patton, was an eternity of sound. 

After that, Patton easily tore the paper towel from it and ran it over his progressively less and less damp hands. 

Having gotten through the most difficult part of the restroom ordeal, Patton gently tossed the now -damp piece of paper into the trashcan and picked up his crutch once more.

The journey to the bathroom door was a breeze as well. But when he flipped the lock and eased the door open slowly, the whole waiting room could see him again and it made the churning sensation in Patton's gut only grow in intensity. 

Patton let none of his face betray his inner turmoil, though. He hoped that the churning was only the consequence of his feelings and not a rapid onset of needing to actually throw up because he had just been in the place where he could do that more discreetly.

A small sigh was the only thing that passed through Patton's lips as he delicately passed the door off to the person who was waiting by the door, presumably the same person who had knocked on the door before. 

He and the stranger both nodded at each other in the mutual understanding only two people directly interacting as strangers had off of pure social norms. They both quickly looked away, both moving quickly past each other.

And just like that, the man stepped into the restroom to replace where Patton once had been. 

Meanwhile, Patton pushed off from the doorway and the oddly intimate interaction with a complete stranger and began to navigate across the lobby into the actual waiting room area. His feet scuffing on the tiled floor echoed loudly in his ears even though Patton was aware it was his mind that amplified the sound.

However, Patton didn't go too far before he was struck by a memory of when he came in. He had requested the woman at the front, her name was... Am- Ai- Ava, to tell him if Remus called for him... 

Maybe...

Patton slowed to a stop in the middle of the lobby. He suddenly cared a lot less about people staring at him as he stepped towards the counter. Granted, he was much, much calmer than when he had come into the hospital, but nonetheless Ava still turned towards him with the same sympathetic expression he hadn't even remembered he'd seen her make in his direction out of the corner of his eye.

Ava's lips rose in a soft, patient smile, laying some papers she had been shuffling down onto the lower counter on her side of it.

"Ah, Patton! I suppose you’re wondering if I've heard from Remus yet?"

Patton straightened his shoulders, attempting to look like he wasn't exhausted and worried sick in the back of his mind. He gave Ava a small smile back, despite how oddly strained it was to do. Usually a smile rarely ever left his face, but now...

"Yep... I'm..." Patton let his weak facade drop, the exhaustion in his body weighing him down as he let his shoulders drop again. He hunched over, much like he sometimes teased Virgil of always doing.

Hypocrite.

He stifled a cringing flinch as that rogue thought rocketed through his brain.

"I'm... worried. It's been a few hot potato minutes since Remus went back there with the child." Patton chuckled, but even he could tell how weak the chuckle was in his ears. He wasn't at the top of his pun game at that moment.

However, Ava did let out a genuine chuckle or two at his silly wordplay, which did warm his heart a bit.

"I'm worried as well. I haven't heard from Remus since he went back, so I'm getting more and more tense about what happened with every call I get that isn't him. Who... who was that he had in his arms? She- He- They looked so young! I can't imagine going through that at their age." Ava looked up from her papers and looked eyes with pain. 

Patton's heart clenched as he saw the sadness and the empathy he was experiencing mirrored in her eyes. Despite the fact neither of them knew who this child was, they both ached for the pain the child had undergone and might still be suffering.

"I don't know... I- I found them on my doorstep, hypothermic, and they looked no older than four... and I didn't realize they had been... injured... stabbed... I don't know... in the stomach until Remus came over and I-"

Patton's voice broke as his breath hitched, his brain replaying the events as he recounted them verbally. He braced his free hand on the counter as he placed his hand on his mouth in an attempt to stifle the sobs threatening to spill out from his lips.

"Oh Patton... hey... um..." Ava distantly said. Patton was hearing everything as if it was from far away as he focused on not crying and making a big scene.

Everything was threatening to overwhelm him again.

He balled his hand into a fist on the counter and almost jumped back in surprise as a gentle hand was placed on his. 

"Patton, hey, honey... Focus on me. It's alright, they're going to be alright. We have some of the best doctors in the state, and they'll make sure they survive this. Okay?"

Patton forced himself to nod past the fog that had come over him. Ava’s voice still was coming to him as is in a fog, but the sound at least sounded a bit closer.

“Just breathe, okay? In and out. Slow, deep breaths.”

Struggling to do what Ava was saying, Patton bobbed his head, some small part of him concerned at how hard it was to complete that simple task. 

He forced his lungs to expand and contract, resisting the urge to breathe in too fast. It took many long moments of just standing there, focusing on his breathing, to finally come back to his body.

Immediately, his face flushed, as he had no idea how long he had been standing there with Ava just trying to control his breathing. He dropped his hand from his mouth, attempting to look nonchalant.

“Sorry…” Patton whispered, his eyes darting around him to catch if anyone had noticed what had happened, but it seemed only the other person manning the desk was even in earshot. Everyone was absorbed in their own little worlds and no one was sparing a glance in his direction. That was… good.

Facing back to Ava, Patton met her eyes once again and caught that same sympathetic gaze again, but this time there was a thread of concern in it. Because of him. 

“It’s okay. It is normal to be overwhelmed, honey. Don’t apologize. No one’s going to judge you if you cry,” Ava squeezed Patton’s hand comfortingly. “Lord knows this place is one of the few places where no one’s going to think less about you if you cry. So don’t worry about expressing your feelings sweetie.”

Patton tried to swallow, but a sudden lump in his throat made it hard to do so as he nearly cried for a completely different reason.

“Thank- Thank you.”

Ava smiled more warmly this time, “No problem sweetie. Are you okay to go back? I’ll be right here to notify you if I hear any word from Remus, alright?”

Managing a half-hearted smile, Patton nodded.

“Okay, th- thank you again.”

Ava’s smile was vaguely amused as she nodded back. She brought her hand back from Patton’s to allow him to go back to where he had been. Watching Patton adjust himself as his crutch had slipped a little, Ava made no comment. Patton swore this woman had endless patience.

Just like Lo. He’s always… well, usually patient.

A genuine smile teased at Patton’s lips as he set off towards where he had left his coat on the chair.

Except, he barely made it halfway before a familiar color streak caught his eye. 

Turning to the hospital entrance, Patton slowed as he slowly made out the streaks of red and yellow that rapidly coalesced into the image of his two partners.

Wait, what are they doing back so early and how did they know-?

“Patton!” Roman shouted as he ran through the automatic doors and caught sight of Patton standing in the middle of the lobby. His expression flitted through a myriad of emotions too fast for Patton to distinguish between. Roman’s brow furrowed and eyes widened as he beckoned to Janus behind him and pointed to Patton as thought Janus hadn’t already noticed and caught sight of Patton himself.

Janus appeared just as worried as Roman. But instead of his expression flowing freely like Roman’s, his eyes flowed up and down Patton, investigating every inch of him. It was the same kind of investigation Janus had done whenever he had hurt himself or put himself in danger.

Rooted to the spot, Patton stared dumbly at both of his partners as they both ran up to him and began to talk over each other in an incomprehensible jumble of panic.

“Where were-”

“-thought you had-”

“-blood on the sheet-”

“-so worried that you had-”

Patton's head spun as their voices overlapped each other, he couldn’t focus on what either of them were saying as a result. 

Fortunately, the moment Patton raised up his hand in an attempt to silence them, it worked. Both of their voices tapered off into silence. They waited for Patton to speak.

However, it was that moment that the whole waiting room heard a clatter and the three of them collectively turned to see a haggard-looking Remus stumbling into the lobby. He was supporting himself on the wall, but when he made eye contact with Patton he pushed himself off of the wall, wobbling dangerously as he did.

“Patton.”

That was all Remus managed before his eyes rolled back and he collapsed to the floor of the lobby.

#Somewhere Over The Rainbow #sotr #sort #patton sanders #sympathetic patton #panic attack #hurt/comfort #remus sanders #roman sanders #royaliceit #chapter 5 #eventual romantic dlampr

[cescalr]

Why Is Draco Malfoy So Underrated?

A repost of a Quora answer because Quora hates me for some reason

@vivithefolle​ i take little convincing here I go -

SO!

You. Yeah, you. You, nebulous quora questioner, you think Malfoy is underrated, do you? Well I, CescaLR, am here to set the record straight. The following is the answer I posted to Quora, that was flagged with ‘answer may need improvement’, which means some asshole was trawling the answers to the question posted and didn’t like mine so they had the moderators hide it because said person doesn’t like differing opinions. This post is thereby an archive, so if my answer is never again allowed to see the light of day on Quora, at least my maths is visible elsewhere. 

Hopefully, this entertains you, tumblr user reading this post. Also, as fair warning, if you do like Draco Malfoy and somehow stumbled across this post, I recommend skipping it. 

Why is Draco Malfoy so underrated?

Fleur Lee-Ranger

Author of 857406 words of fanfiction and counting.

ANSWER:

HAHAHAHA.

Ha.

Ha.

hah…..

For god’s sake, I hope you’re not serious.

Let’s look at YouTube, first:

Does 2.2 million f*cking views on a woobie Draco edit seem like he’s underrated to you? Any character that gets 2.2 million views on an edit that interprets the character in a sympathetic, caring light…. Jesus Christ. They’re not underrated.

You could make a clear argument for them being overrated, by matter of fact!

The first result is his entire life story, and a redemption of the Malfoy family as a whole, and it’s… super popular!

look at that! 70k likes versus 1.7k dislikes. Let’s use my favourite maths thing once again: Ratios!!

(I hate ratios. The things I do to prove a point, eh?)

This video has 5201431 million views. It has around 70k likes, 1.1k dislikes. We’ll round 5201431, as 70k and 1.1k are both rounded numbers and I can’t be bothered to deal with numbers that are too complicated right now, it’s nearly nine pm. 5201431 -> 5.2 million. It’s the rounded number YouTube itself uses on the search page - check the first image if you don’t believe me, and since YouTube thinks that’s good enough, so will we.

5200000 : 70000 : 1100

52000 : 700 : 11

Divide all by 11 (and round awkward numbers, because we’re already dealing in rounded numbers anyway, which is kind of bad practice, but it’ll do for this context):

4,727 : 64 : 1

As I’ve proven before (not on Quora, you can probably find it in the comments of one of my fanfictions, I’ll end up moving it over here one day when I find the right question), fandom content engagement rates are always pretty bad. But honestly? every four thousand or so views, you get 64 likes, compared to just one dislike. That’s great! That’s incredible! I’d kill for those kinds of ratings!!

(Draco’d probably wimp out, though. hehe. Jokes, jokes.)

As for his woobie video:

2.3m : 152k : 715

2300000 : 153000 : 715

Nice, don’t need to remove any superfluous zeroes. Bad, for… well, your hypothesis, to put it nicely, since that means there are only seven hundred and fifteen goddamn dislikes on this video, what the f*ck, why do so many people like this b*stard child.

Ahem. Sorry, that’s rude to illegitimate children like myself. There is nothing wrong with having unmarried parents.

…Anyway, lets slim down that ratio:

3217 : 214 : 1

Holy sh*t. I would do more than kill for this ratio. Oh my god.

That’s some great engagement there. So many likes! Clearly, Draco dearie is a very popular boy! He’d love that. I hate this on principle. God am I glad 13 year old me didn’t really use YouTube (I watched gaming content and little else, didn’t even find fandom content until 2015) or I’d have contributed one of those likes, probably.

Oh wait, no! Never mind! I can’t have contributed one of those likes, because this f*cking video was posted last year!!!!!

LAST GODDAMN YEAR!!!!

Do you understand that? Do you - do you have any idea how - just how difficult it is to get that many views that quickly and with that good an engagement???? Do you???????? It has been, get this, seven, seven whole f*cking months, Less time than it takes to make a baby, and this f*cking video has 2,265,900!!! million!!!! views!!!! With a ratio of 214 likes to one goddamn dislike.

oh my god.

oh my god

oh my god

I’m having a minor mental breakdown. Jesus f*cking H Christ on a goddamn bike.

Look at these comments! Look at how many likes they have!! Oh my god!!!! Draco Malfoy might just be one of the most beloved characters ever to get this sort of reaction, for hell’s sake!

I don’t know what kind of dunderhead you are to not notice how f*cking popular this jackass little b*stard boy is, but god, the whiny little sh*t has more fans than oh, I don’t know. Someone really popular. Tom Holland? I don’t know celebrities. Sorry.

But my point is, for god’s sake, Malfoy isn’t underrated. I don’t know what rock you’ve been living under, my friend, but that sheer idolisation you so crave of your wimpy f*cking husband is right there in front of you! Just search his name, and you’ll see it front and goddamn centre. Those of us that don’t worship the ground he walks on are generally much more background.

For god’s sake, he’s a trope namer.

Draco In Leather Pants.

How much more evidence do you need than that?

Of course, I could be jumping the gun. You could be a fan of his that is frustrated by the fanon interpretation of his character. ‘Why is he reduced to a bad boy with a heart of gold when actually he’s a more complicated asshole with sh*tty morality and no backbone that gives a whole ass damn about his family but not much else?’ Good question! Blame Cassie Claire, though I suppose that’s my go-to for most things.

Seriously though; Draco Malfoy is not even remotely overrated. He’s a whiny, terrible, useless waste of space in the books; and in fandom, he’s transformed into a cool, collected, redeemable or outright good person who’s smart and talented and like, super hot you guys, doesn’t he look cute with Hermione/Harry/Insert Author’s Projected Character Here?!!!!

Also: Y’all are f*cking creeps for this shit:

THAT’S A SCENE FROM WHEN THE KID IS TWELVE, FOR GOD’S SAKE. I’m not even joking, half of you are nonces and I want nothing to do with you! ‘hot draco malfoy edits’ HE’S TWELVE

HE’S TWELVE

HE’S TWELVE.

Hot take time:

Draco Malfoy is overhyped, overrated, and oversexualised and I want all of this to stop, because you’re doing it to Tom Felton, when he was a child. A child! That’s creepy! Please do not make hot edits of children, thank you!!!!!

Someone call the police. I’m done with this f*cking fandom, oh my god.

(Also, if you think I edited that in like some sick weirdo might do, just go find that video and give it a watch. I wouldn’t if I were you, I’d believe me, because watching that video probably puts you on a watchlist somewhere.

It should.)

Okay. Deep breaths. It’s been a few months, this answer was flagged with the wonderfully opaque ‘this answer may need improvement’, and I’m back to refine this. I’m not taking anything out, but I’m adding some extra investigation. For posterity’s sake; the original answer only contained YouTube analysis. Let’s look through Archive Of Our Own, shall we?

As I showed in my answer re: the well-liked-ness of Lilly and Hermione, this is the number of total fics within the HP tag.

This is the number of tags when ‘Draco Malfoy’ is added to the ‘included characters’ filter.

So, in terms of ‘fandom work presence’ (AO3 is mostly fanfic, but it is not all fanfic, there are a few vids and some art on there, too) Malfoy’s ratio is thus:

254603:65469

3.8889… : 1

4 : 1

So, rounding up, for every four works on AO3, there is one that includes Draco dearie. Good lord, he’s pervasive, isn’t he? Can’t turn a corner in the fandom without seeing his pasty ferret face plastered all over the walls… lovely.

Now, once again - that wasn’t the best ratio. I didn’t remove bashing, for example, so not all those works will be positive (as in, since you think he’s underrated, that means - I assume - you think people don’t like him enough) so let’s go the long mile:

I will find a ratio for Mr Malfoy Jr’s fans, versus his haters, in terms of - how many fics bash Malfoy, and how many greatly enjoy his existence?

Add the bashing tag, and now let’s see how many fics there are with a) Draco in it, and b) Draco Bashing:

hahahhahagag;k;asdkf

Oh no!

Oh my god I dodn’t…. one second… give me just one second….

Right. Laughing fit over, okay. 17.

So, 65469 works with Draco present, 17 of which don’t like him overmuch, and 65452 like him just fine/present him as he appears in canon! Awesome. Of course, people who present him as he is in canon may not like him the way you want him to, so, not awesome? Hmm. I’m not sure how to filter for that. I suppose you wouldn’t want people who write him OOC, though, because that’s not rating him properly, is it? Should we add OOC to the bashing, to get people who don’t appreciate his… many positive character traits… to the extent that you would like?

Yes, I think we should.

Now, there’s no tag for ‘OOC Draco Malfoy’, because that would make my life too easy. And, I’m not going through 151 works to figure out which ones have Draco being the one OOC. If they’ve written one person OOC, and they’re self-aware enough to tag it, then I’m going to meanly assume they’ve written Draco OOC as well. When one person’s out of whack, I’ve found everyone else is, too, so I’m not just doing this to be a dick, I promise, it’s for a real, good, understandable reason, one that is not only because I really don’t want to have to do any maths more complicated than basic ratios.

So. 151 OOC works, 17 bashing works. 168 works of not properly appreciated Draco Malfoy, coming up, which takes our 65469 Draco works down to… 65301.

Well, that’s a lot, still.

So, there’s still some tags to remove, like Evil, and Abusive, and all that lark. I’ll go do that quickly, and come back with the maths.

(okay, but I do have to show this:)

(fourteen works in the ‘Evil’ draco tag?? are you serious???)

(oh and you can’t filter by Abusive Draco Malfoy, like that’s not a tag, so I can’t exclude it, but it really adds to the general atmosphere of ‘Draco Malfoy? Yeah he’s cool I like him’ that this fandom has going on, doesn’t it?)

Alright so! We really only could take away those 14 works. Okay.

By the way, just so you know - I didn’t exclude tags like ‘Death Eater Draco Malfoy’ and ‘Bully Draco Malfoy’ (if the latter even exists), because those are things that happen in canon, and when I think of a character as being ‘underrated’ I include not acknowledging their canon actions, the bad and the good. A character is only as good as their complexities run deep.

So.

For the ratio, I guess;

65469 : 151 : 17 : 14

4,676.3571… : 10.7857… : 1.2142… : 1

4,676 : 11 : 1 : 1

…

Hmm.

For every 4 thousand 6 hundred fics Draco appears in, 11 of them have OOC tagged, 1 of them has Draco Bashing tagged, and 1 of them has Evil Draco tagged. That is…

That is unfathomably good. I’m really, genuinely having a hard time picturing it. I really, honestly, don’t think there’s been a character as unquestionably overrated as Draco Malfoy in all of fandom, because, good lord, look at that ratio! People love the guy!

Let’s see the good draco malfoy tag, shall we?

Now, to be fair, most people don’t bother tagging any of this sort of thing, usually, so that’s a minor flaw in my ratio-ing. We can’t actually know exactly how many works laud Malfoy, or hate him, or feel ambivalent, because people don’t tag their shit properly. But I’m hoping this helps, at least a little. Anyway, 905! That’s a few. Not many, but certainly more than Evil or Bashing or even OOC.

65469 : 905 : 151 : 17 : 14

4,676.3571… : 64.6428 : 10.7857… : 1.2142… : 1

4,676 : 65 : 11 : 1 : 1

Yep. That’s not bad, not bad at all.

So. Most people seem to like him, if we’re honest. As I pointed out above, he’s a trope namer. If you didn’t click on the link for Draco In Leather Pants, here’s a brief summary from the TV Tropes page:

[ Transcription:

Sometimes, a fanwork will portray a villainous character in a more positive light. It can be done out of sympathy for the character, for shipping reasons, as a part of a role-reversal story, several of the aforementioned or for the variety of other reasons.

The common subjects of this treatment are characters who are wicked in a classy or cool way. A physically attractive villain is much more likely to be subject to this trope than a physically ugly one; Beauty = Goodness, after all, and shallow as it may be, it seems that, for some fans, this is the case even when the character's beauty only extends to their appearance. All Girls Want Bad Boys may be a factor with male villains getting a female fandom that views them through this lens. A badass villain will naturally be preferred by many of these over meeker heroic characters at times, as well. Ugly Cute villains also get this pretty easily. ]

So! There’s that. He named a trope all about appreciating a character perhaps (usually definitely) more than they deserve, so I wouldn’t call him ‘underrated’ by most general definitions of the word:

People seem to mostly believe him to be quite good, actually! Certainly enough to write about him a lot, to draw him a lot, to edit him a lot, to theorise about him a lot, to ship him with the main character so much that the 99th filter ever on AO3 was Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter.

Hey, actually, that’s a good idea! Which filter id is Draco Malfoy?

Now, if I’m not mistaken, it’s been a while since I had to do this -

Draco Malfoy was the 1589th tag canonised in the tag system of AO3. Let’s check the Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter tag (which I know for certain was 99) to make sure:

And lo and behold, I was right. That’s mad. That’s mad!!!!

Ooh, I’ve found a fun trick

To change which rss feed you’re looking at, copy the https:// link up to .atom in the speech marks, and change the highlighted number. That shows you what uses that tag_ids: - in this case, 93 is Draco himself. The 93rd tag, dedicated to Draco Malfoy. Good lord, that’s insane! I guess there really weren’t many other things to prioritize at the time, but that’s still silly to me.

Fluff and Angst appears to be the fiftieth tag canonised, for comparison. Sometimes when you replace the rss feed’s ‘tag’ in the address bar it takes you to the tag’s page instead of the feed, because that tag doesn’t have an rss feed. The more you know!

Anyway, back on track: I think all of that, rss feeds, youtube analytics, fandom presence, all kind of proves my point:

Draco Malfoy is not underrated. He is, arguably, overrated as a character, but unarguably very popular within the greater Harry Potter fandom. Unpopular characters don’t tend to get paired with the lead, at the very least - and you can’t turn around in the Harry Potter fandom without seeing Drarry somewhere, can you?

#anyway #anti draco malfoy #hp #hp fandom #harry potter #meta #fandom meta #quora #fandom bullshit #long post #sorry mobile users!! very sorry

[jakeperalta]

The OC is pretty good too. I actually prefer it a little cuz I like the characters more but I actually only watched one season so idk. I was doing a thing where I watched all the teen drama shows of the 2000s to see which ones I liked and unfortunately never followed thru with it. Gilmore Girls was my favorite but has less drama..then the OC, then Gossip Girl, then One Tree Hill and last was Dawsons Creek..but that show is just really 90s. But I only got around to two seasons of One Tree Hill and I heard it gets better after the 3rd season so what do i know. I'm just more of a movie person i guess cuz I can never commit to shows either if theres a lot of seasons even if I want to lol. Sorry if this is pointless cuz OTH has a lot of seasons anyway but if you're like me who enjoys comparing or watching multiple shows at once than maybe this is helpful. People have different opinions about which one is the best though and depends on what you like maybe.

oh yeah the oc is another one i’ve seen quite a bit on here and will probably watch at some point! i also want to watch dawsons creek just because i see so much of one of the ships (pacey and joey i think they’re called?) and feel like i want to join in the fun of shipping them lol. i sort of go through phases where i’ll either watch nothing but tv shows or nothing but movies and a lot of the time i’m put off by long running shows because i know i’ll quite likely end up giving up on it but i felt like i needed some new characters and ships to get invested in so i figured it was time to finally tick one off the list!

#Anonymous #answered