#the 'you' in here is the royal you im not accusing you specifically of all these things anon

[raytorosaurus]

pls tell me you don't think disliking lynz is misogynistic lol i must've misinterpreted that

nope! it's totally fine to dislike lynz, i also don't like her myself. she's said some very questionable things and MSI grosses me out, as does her association with jimmy urine. i already know people will want to take this the wrong way so i want to make it clear that i'm not defending any of that. i'm pointing out an irritating mindless pattern of behaviour in this fandom that is immature and reductive at best and misogynistic at worst, which includes:

1. the intensity of the vitriol that is directed at her being disproportionate to most of the men ppl blog about who have done/said similar, if not much worse, things. and honestly in a lot of cases disproportionate to what she's actually done

2. the fact that i see so many people (especially on twitter) blindly jumping on the bandwagon of hating on her often without knowing what exactly it is they're hating her for - and even then, most of the reasons i see parrotted on twitter are either contextless and overexaggerated or not even one of the aforementioned valid reasons for disliking her. i don't know how to tell you this but if you believe everything on lynzuglyliar you need to reevaluate how you engage with information on the internet lol

3. the level of glee with which people hate on her, which truly smacks of old-school fandom misogyny reserved for women who marry your faves or get in the way of your favourite ship. on twitter especially it honestly truly feels like people are delighted to have a wife of the band they're "allowed" to hate on lol. i know a lot of that is coming from teenagers who will grow up and learn more self-awareness but that doesn't make it any less annoying or disappointing to see

4. the ridiculous mental gymnastics required to hate her so much while continuing to be a fan of the person who is married to her and in love with her lmao. sorry but if you truly think she's that irredeemable why are you still here

like. i hate msi and i go out of my way to avoid listening to them. but it's worth keeping in mind that the kind of shock-jock edgy gross music they wrote was not exclusive to msi in the 2000s. i hate it too and think it's stupid and counterproductive to whatever point it's supposedly trying to make but it was like. a thing for a while unfortunately. it was bad at the time and it aged even worse, but gerard and frank at the very least, and probably the others too, vocally enjoyed it. frank voluntarily chose to tour with msi and mcr performed with them multiple times and were always excited about it. if you truly think lynz's involvement with that band is indefensible, you should extend at least part of that criticism to mcr too. the amount of times i've seen people saying "omg frank hates lynz so much" is fucking ridiculous, and it's based entirely on the same kind of conjecture that led people to believe mcr didn't remain close friends after the breakup lol. if you have to make up things like that - or worse, make up and spread infidelity rumours or actual domestic abuse allegations (it's not even rare to see this on twitter) - to excuse their association with lynz/msi, you need to take a look at yourself tbh

this is partly a twitter-specific problem because that platform is literally set up to disallow meaningful or nuanced conversation but it's really exhausting to see hundreds of snippy "she's the devil" tweets and if you say anything vaguely critical of the the way fandom treats her you get immediately shot down with "why are you defending A Racist" with zero context or clarification. i hate to break it to you but if lynz is A Racist of an irredeemable level, so is gerard. hell, so is frank for blindly listening to and promoting black metal bands with nazi associations when he as a metal fan should know better and do his research. lynz's racism in question is the kind that's overwhelmingly common among liberal white women who are into witchcraft-type stuff. again, i am not condoning it, it's still wrong, but you cannot hold her to different standards than you do the guys in mcr. i'm just saying if you're able to acknowledge gerard's questionable statements and attitudes in the past, condemn them, acknowledge that he's changing and learning, but still go on liking him as a person and supporting his art...what is the reason you can't do the same for lynz.

i've seen people on twitter accuse lynz of plagiarism in an impressively tone-deaf misinterpretation of her art genre, sometimes the same people who would call gerard doing something similar a clever reference. i have literally seen people quote male members of MSI making sexually objectifying and openly misogynistic comments about lynz as some kind of gotcha saying "look, even her bandmates don't respect her" and like...if you can't see something deeply wrong with that i don't know what to tell you. i've seen COUNTLESS people bring up vague information "revealed" by her actual estranged family members on twitter after people stalked them to try to get dirt on lynz and if you think parroting back contextless one-sided information from other people's private family drama isn't a) about the least reliable source of information ever and b) deeply disgusting and inappropriate, i really don't know what to tell you

if you despise lynz to the point where you're in mcr's comments telling gerard to divorce her (again. i shouldn't have to say that this is disgusting behaviour) or booing when they perform summertime or accusing her of infidelity or abuse (which i cannot stress enough are rumours originally made up by frerard tinhatters) or anything like that, why are you even here. like what mental gymnastics are you doing to be able to remain a fan of gerard at this point. none of this is activism, if anything it's counterproductive to your point because it's indicative of the lack of critical thinking or maturity that's necessary when you're engaging with topics like casual/unconscious racism and normalised sexual abuse in the music industry

i'm probably not going to say more about this because this isn't really the hill i want to die on considering i don't even particularly like her myself but please i am begging you approach your dislike of lynz with just a little bit of critical thought and self-awareness instead of just blindly despising her for things that most of the men we blog about are also guilty of.

#the 'you' in here is the royal you im not accusing you specifically of all these things anon #i don't know what to tag this lol #answered #okay now back to fun times i habe pixels to stare at

[weebsinstash]

the rich idea is soooo hot and then you said deacon st mallory and im so osrry. i would be unable to date a man with a name like that i would laugh too much

I was trying to think of a Fancy Rich Boy name because I've been reading too many of these damn "I reincarnated in another world as nobility" manhwas where people are named shit like Azester and Calyx and Magnus and Kyleart and Cedric 😩

The problem is like lmao that name is one I've been using for an OC and its not really. I dunno, final yet, I know I like the name Deacon though. But then I keep wanting to talk about oc stuff or just original story ideas and I know keeping things simple is keeping things palatable

I guess like. So the Rich Yandere Douche started off with me playing around with ideas with another oc I have and I eventually got such a specific idea it branched off into a new oc. the idea was like, Reader lives in a world where its in the future and there's interplanetary travel but its so outrageously expensive she herself could never do it, and she meets this wealthy wealthy businessman who she basically falls into kinship with because she's extremely lonely and he, albeit being extremely wealthy, has been abandoned by his family for specific reasons, so when Reader shows up and shows him genuine love and compassion, not wanting his money or to manipulate him, just his companionship, he just. Gets Hardcore Obsessive Possessive. You are His Light now like akin to something holy and he doesn't want to share you with anything else and really he's secretly planning how to propose to you and give you the most perfect gorgeous wedding

And then I imagine. So. Reader finds out he is not just rich but he's actually nobility from another country, another planet, and he was abandoned by his parents because he's been basically diagnosed as sterile, and a sterile heir is basically fucking useless so they kicked him out because he could never be his father's successor. And he's still got trauma from that initial abandonment so he's just constantly making sure he's got all these strings pulled and traps set so that you don't wont can't leave him

And then Reader gets pregnant and she's scared because you and him had actually had the "we can't have children but that's ok because we'll have more fun by ourselves without them" discussion and uh. For that juicy but painful drama he accuses you of cheating. How could you be pregnant when he's sterile? He starts talking about how he's going to have someone cut those parasites out of you and how he can't believe you would do this, how you could betray him, and he basically puts you on house arrest whole you beg him to believe you. You have to wait until you're at a certain stage in the pregnancy before you can do the paternity test and he basically doesn't look at you for several weeks.

And then. A miracle. The babies are his. And it just. Clicks for him. He's not sterile. He's going to be a dad and you're his beautiful lovely lovely wife and you've given him the miracle of adorable little babies (plural)

I feel like I should take a brief detour to mention in the original oc idea he is a beastman/dogboy and you have a whopping 5 puppy pregnancy but we're gonna leave the freak shit at home rn

So then he's in full paternity mode, getting ready for the upcoming babies, doting on his beautiful mate, preparing for the wedding, preparing a new home for you and him and the children (which i guess in Normal Land would just be you having twins) and thennnnnnnnnn. His parents show up. His royal parents who he vowed to never speak to again after his abandonment. They've been bouncing around checking on all of his father's spawn and now they've come to the two of you, and here's your husband, an incredibly successful businessman with multiple businesses and properties, showing great leadership to the men working underneath him, rich enough that he lowkey influences politics and legislation, and here's you, undeniably pregnant with his baby, proving he isn't sterile, at least not completely

So unfortunately for the both of you, you're basically ordered back to Rich Douche's home planet where you find out his father is Quite Literally The Fucking Emperor Of The Entire Goddamn Planet and your husband, out of all of the Emperor's many many sons, has been chosen as the successor to the throne, partially because your hubby never asked his family for shit and even denied certain assistance and funding from them in certain points of his life, proving that he was so capable they could quite literally dump him on another planet and he would work his way up into a world superpower.

But of course... you're just a lowly commoner. Your husband is the only reason you're not treated as something lowly and unsightly, the commoner woman about to become the bride of the crown prince. And his father is quite clear in letting your husband know that you're not going to be his true wife, his empress, you'll never be more than his concubine, and this is where you learn that now that you and him have been, in a way kidnapped by his family, that he'll now have to take other wives, sire other children with noble women, children that will always be treated better than yours because of your lowly status

But of course. Once your husband takes the throne, he'll be able to do whatever he wants, especially concerning any of his wives, especially concerning you. Too bad for him that by the time of his ascension, you're ready to run back to your home planet and be as far away from him and his family as possible

.....or in the base idea he's just extremely wealthy and we don't start getting into more of the fantasy bullshit. But both ideas can exist at the same time and they both can be fun 🥰 and I've also had another idea for an original possessive ML character but I want to flesh it out more before I share details 😳

Also if you want to laugh at the dumb name again should I tell you that it was originally longer and dumber almost on purpose to mock the trend of these royal names being excessively lavish or whatever so his name used to be Deacon Duke von St Mallory but like that's too many syllables 😩 also it reads like his title is either Deacon (a priest, which, ew religion) and his name is Duke, or it could be read as he's a Duke of the von St Mallory family.

I dunno I've just been playing around with writing different ideas and different types of shit because I've been horrendously depressed and need an outlet lmao. I really feel like I'm gonna burst my 'doing nothing' bubble soon though. I gotta admit that I really need to come to terms with the substance abuse issues I'm having because when I say I've been spending 80 to 90% of my free time just sitting getting high and how it's been wasting all of my fucking time, I don't even play video games anymore, the money I'm spending, like. I dont want to be this person and I want to go back to writing and actually getting stuff done again 👉👈 we'll see. I won't promise shit anymore because each time I think I'm gonna sit down and type something out it just evaporates into dust

#yandere stuff #sinprompts

[alwaysahiccupandastrid]

Regarding My Comments On The Queen/British Royal Family

There’s a lot of hatred directed my way right now and I can kind of understand it. The way I voiced my opinions wasn’t how I wanted it to come across, and I’m tired of the misconceptions from it so I wanted to make this post before anyone comes to my blog to attack and abuse me. I’ll be pinning this for a short time just in case.

First of all, I’m truly not a Royalist. I do not like our Royal Family. To be completely honest with you, the only reason I can tolerate the Queen is because my late grandmother liked her, and a lot of my grandmother rubbed off on me since we were extremely close when she was alive. Maybe a part of me is incorrectly taken in and soothed by the imagery of the Queen as being like my grandmother in some ways, I don’t know. But once the Queen dies, I honestly couldn’t give two shits what happens - I don’t want Charles to be King, and I would happily accept the dissolution of our monarchy once the Queen has died. So contrary to what a lot of you seem to believe; I’m literally not a Royalist in the slightest (though I do enjoy seeing the family photos of Will and Kate’s kids - but they’re literally kids and I love kids, I’m the same about ANY public figure’s kids)

Secondly, there seems to be the misconception that I’m some proud Brit or Englishwoman who loves their country and sings “God Save The Queen” every evening while eating beans on toast and drinking tea. While I do enjoy the occasional cup of tea, this again couldn’t be further from the truth: I HATE this country with a burning passion. I hate our government, I hate the majority of the people here (aka: the ones who voted Tory and/or Brexit), I hate living in this country so much. My paternal grandparents are born and raised Irish - do you know what the British did to the Irish?!? Even in the 1960s, my grandparents came over to England before marrying and they would see signs in the cafes and newspapers “No Irish” - “No Blacks, No Dogs, No Irish”. You think I love a country that did that to my grandparents, and that is inherently racist, transphobic, homophobic, sexist and just in general disgusting?! The only remotely redeemable thing about England is sometimes there’s nice fields or forests, and there’s Tudor history here (of which I’m very partial to). That’s literally it.

To be brutally honest, Im hoping to move either to Ireland, since my grandparents have a home there, or to Canada (don’t ask me why, I can’t explain it). Im so disloyal to this country it’s unreal.

Third, I’ve been accused of being racist - and you know what? As a white person, I do have a lot of privilege despite being a minority in a different way (bisexual woman). Whatever problems I go through, I acknowledge that it’s always a hundred times worse for non-white people. No matter how much I preach about equality and supporting BLM, there is ALWAYS more I should learn and there’s always a time I need to shut up and listen - this is clearly one of those times. I apologize for not realizing that sooner.

In Britain, they do not teach us about colonialism or what our country did to others - hence why I’m so ignorant on it. The fault lies, firstly, on our education system - specifically the history departments and exam boards - who don’t think it’s acceptable to teach us of our past wrongs. The fault also lies with me for not doing more research myself in an effort to understand and be more aware. I grew up in a family where one side was, in true British fashion, xenophobic and racist - there was never anything obviously or aggressively bigoted, but I heard it and even though I’ve always tried to be a decent person, for a good portion of my life I internalised all of the things I was hearing. It’s something I’m still trying to stop today, and I’m making efforts to overcome that. It’s not an excuse, but I can’t deny that it’s a factor.

Lastly, I just want to say that a lot of my discomfort with the death jokes comes from my own fear of death - both my own and anyone else’s. It’s to the point where thinking about it can send me into an anxiety induced breakdown - the first being when I was 7, and continuing since then regularly. My anger and feelings stemmed more from the death side of it than the actual person involved. I didn’t explain this at the time but honestly I find any and all death related things to be triggering if I think about them, and it definitely made me feel more aggressive and angry at the time. I apologize to anyone who felt that aggression.

I’m aware that these read like a list of excuses but it’s not intended to be. I’ll be reading what people have written and trying to learn from it because I clearly spoke out of turn and didn’t actually know what I was talking about. I’m not looking for any apologies here because I was clearly in the wrong. Thank you to everyone who’s sent me information and things to read/think about.

#important #queen elizabeth ii #elizabeth ii #british royal family #racism #uk #the queen #debate

[scxrlettwxtches]

wounded hearts | bang chan

Genre: angst/fluff, royal au

Warnings: mentions of violence

Word Count: ~2.3k

Description: When Chan saw caught you sneaking back into battle after he had specifically told you not to, he was less than pleased. Why couldn’t you just understand that he wanted nothing more than for you to be safe? 

A/N: bcs im a sucker for prince/knight dynamics :) :) as always, my ask box and my messages are open to anyone who wants to talk!! i’m always here, even when i’m not updating. love y’all! <3

The door swung open with a furious bang, alerting the maids in the room of the man’s presence. 

“Your Highness!” They stammered hasty greetings and bows, overwhelmed by the prince who had just walked in, still clad in full armor. His dark curls were soaked in sweat, and the expression on his face was murderous. 

“Everyone, get out,” his voice was low, deep, borderline threatening. 

The healer shifted uncomfortably, “Sire, the lady isn't completely-”

“It's fine, Yeri,” a feminine, yet strong, voice sounded from the back of the room, causing the prince to look up quickly. You were sprawled on a long sofa, seemingly relaxed, but Chan could tell that you were as wired as you would’ve been in battle. Your chestplate and shirt were both removed, leaving you in nothing but a tightly wound bandage around your upper body and some loose trousers. 

“But-”

“It's fine,” you repeated firmly before looking up at the prince with a piercing gaze. It was quiet and controlled, but there was no doubt of your fury, “He has a lot of explaining to do.” The healer hesitated for a second more before bowing her head and ushering the rest of the servants out, leaving the two of you alone. 

The silence between the two felt louder than the screams of pain that could be heard in the fighting below. Chan’s gaze was hard and steely, but yours was just as cold. 

“What the hell, Chan.”

“Y/N, I know you’re upset--”

“Upset?” you hissed disbelievingly as your temper flared, “Upset can’t even begin to cover it. You locked me in my room,” 

“It’s only until you’re heal-” 

“I'm fine!” you snarled, but you didn’t fling herself at him like she normally did. You didn’t get up in his face, yelling at him and making your point crystal clear until he understood your perspective. You stayed on the couch, a defeat that showed just how much you wound was bothering you, especially so after you had snuck out and aggravated it even further. 

“I'm okay. I should be out there,” you spat bitterly, pointing towards the window, where a war between powers was raging outside, “I should be there with you, watching your back and supporting your claim like any vice commander should.”

Chan’s battle hardened stare wavered, his resolve weakening every moment he lay eyes on your broken state. And, since you know him better than he knows himself, your eyes narrowed as you picked up on his hesitation.  

“What's wrong?”

The prince sighed, “What if Jaebum’s right? What if this was a pointless battle?”

You gaped at him, and your blank stare hurt more than any of your heated words could. Chan knew you believed in him more than anyone else in the world. He knew you had followed him into war when he raised the banner of revolution not because you cared about his claim to the throne, but because you cared about him. 

“Why would you say that?” You asked, your voice even softer than a whisper. 

“I don't know, maybe I think I should've never started this war in the first place.” Chan didn’t--couldn’t--meet your gaze as he continue, “All it has done is set the kingdom into civil war, and people are suffering because of this.”

“You must be joking. You’ve never bat an eye when we’ve lost battles before. Why is this time any different?” 

Chan squeezed his eyes shut at his best friend's accusing tone, but the hesitation was growing, festering beneath his skin as his brain replied that particular moment over and over, “I’m serious.”

“Have you forgotten what we promised to each other? Why we started a war with your goddamn family?”

“But maybe he's right. Jaebum-hyung was always-”

“Jaebum changed!” You snarled in frustration, about to sit up in anger, but a look of pain flashed across your face as the wound on your abdomen pulsed. Chan instinctively reached towards you at the sign of your agonized expression, and not even your glare could stop him this time.

He placed a hand near your wound and the other on the back of your neck in order to gently lower you back into a comfortable position. It was so difficult to look you in the eye, especially since he knew exactly what sort of face you would be making.

“I can't believe after everything, you take his side.”

Chan grit his teeth, still looking at the bandages around your stomach, “This isn't about sides.”

“We're in a war, Chan! Everything is about sides!” You pushed yourself up again, this time successfully. Chan looked up in surprise, words of concern on the tip of his tongue as you spoke, “I can't believe you. You lock me in my room like a misbehaving child, then I find out that you're abandoning what we've been fighting for-”

“You could've died!” Chan shouted, his voice echoing in the chamber. Your eyes widened in shock as your best friend cupped your face in his hands, the scene replaying in his head as he looked into your eyes. Your cry of pain as a spear punctured your side, his brother’s emotionless expression as you fell to the ground.

He buried his head in your bare shoulder, “You could've died,” Chan repeated softly, his voice breaking, “I almost lost you. If you hadn't moved, Jaebum would've-he would’ve killed you.”

“But he didn’t,” you shifted your arms to put one hand on his arm and the other through his damp hair, “You think you could get rid of me that easily?”

Chan’s heart did a painful lurch as he gripped your shoulders, “Don’t make jokes like that, please. I-i would never want to get rid of you. I can’t do this--I can’t lose you.” he pleaded, looking into your eyes to convey the brunt of how much he desperately needed you to be safe. Needed you by his side. 

“Channie, you won’t lose me,” you spoke softly, patting his cheek lightly, but the prince wasn’t reassured.

“You can’t make promises like that and then sneak back into battle with a hole in your stomach,” Chan argued, still remembering the way his heart had dropped to the floor when he saw you cutting down soldiers as if you weren’t ordered to be out of commission for at least two weeks. 

“I’m sorry, I won’t do that again,” you appeased his concern gently, “I was just worried about you. You’re always my utmost priority.”

“And you are mine,” Chan replied immediately, “so please look after yourself, if not for you then for my sanity.”

You didn’t reply for a long moment, but you eventually averted your eyes and nodded. Chan was far from convinced, but he knew this was the most he’d get from you. As his hands continued to rub gentle circles on your bare shoulders, you let your head fall back into the couch pillows, exhaling with effort.

Chan felt the panic rising again, “Are you alright? Is anything hurting?” he asked urgently. 

“Well, of course everything hurts,” you chuckled, although the light sheen of sweat on your face did nothing to calm the prince down, “But it’s nothing out of the ordinary. I’m just a little tired, that’s all.”

He gave you a quick look over, assessing the state of your wounds, “It can’t be comfortable on the couch.”

You did your best to shrug, “It’s not uncomfortable, but I prefer my bed.” 

Without another question, Chan slipped his hands around your waist and your legs, carrying you bridal style towards a luxurious bed on the other side of the room, ignoring the indignant sputters and death threats (“Put me down before-so help me God- I’ll shove my rapier up your ass!”). He placed you down with extreme gentleness, even going as far as to tuck you in, comfortably swathing you in thick blankets.

You sent him a suspicious look and puffed your cheeks out, “You’re being sort of weird.”

Chan froze at the side of his bed where he was in the process of pouring you some water, “What do you mean?”

“You‘re super nice today, even though I disobeyed your orders.”

“I just don’t feel like yelling at you today,” Chan replied tiredly, setting down the cup of water beside the bed, “I’ll take my leave and let you rest—”

“Ah, wait!” you scrambled clumsily, trapped by the covers, reaching out to grab his hand. Your fingers managed to snag his sleeve, but you had momentarily forgotten that you were supposed to exercise minimal movement, and a groan of pain left your lips.

Chan made a noise of annoyance, “Do you want to open your wounds again?” he snapped, immediately fussing around you to make sure you were comfortable. 

You raised both your arms towards him, “Stay with me, please?” you asked hopefully, looking up at him with eager eyes. Chan gulped. You were not playing fair. Puppy eyes were off limits. You’ve discussed this before. 

A short staring contest ensued before the prince gave a hopeless sigh, and walked away from the bed. You let out an offended noise of disbelief before realizing that he was unbuckling the straps of his armor. With a grunt, he pulled the heavy metal over his head and onto a nearby table, leaving him in a flowy, white shirt and black pants.

“What? I’m not lying down wearing that bulky crap,” Chan muttered grumpily, stomping back to the bedside with a slight blush across his face, and nudged you with a gentle force, “Scoot over a bit.” you smiled triumphantly, letting him maneuver you closer to the center of the bed.

Chan slipped under the covers beside you, pulling you towards him. You hummed contentedly as you lay your head on his shoulder, his arm snaking around you protectively. The two of you basked in the short peace you always found with each other, forgetting everything the screaming and the pain just for a little while.

“That night, I wasn’t lying when I said I loved you.”

Chan felt you tense immediately, “Channie...” you began hesitatingly, “you know we can’t.”

He recoiled slightly, the pain of your rejection like a dagger being slowly pushed into his heart, “Do you not feel the same?”

You bit your lip, eyes wavering, “You know it’s not that.”

“Then why?” he pressed, his hold on you tightening slightly, “What’s stopping us?”

“You’re a prince!” You exclaimed disbelievingly, “I’m your servant, Chan. I can be your confidante, your best friend, but never your lover.”

“We don’t have to live by the rules society has placed upon us,” Chan pleaded with you, but understanding your hesitation. You had served him ever since the two of you were mere children. It had been ingrained in your very being that you lived to serve him and only to serve him.

“I don’t care. I don’t care what people say. I don’t care what they think. To hell with all of it,” Chan whispered into your hair, “Nothing in the world can convince me that you’re not worthy of me, especially since I already know you’re more than anything I could ever ask for.” 

He gazed down at your smaller figure, brushing some stray hairs away from your face, “If we win—when we win—I want you to be there by my side. Not behind me as my servant, but beside me as my queen.” 

“Chan, you can’t be-”

“I am, Y/N,” he laughed, hand still gently caressing your cheek, “I am completely serious.”

You flushed in embarrassment, and swatted the prince’s chest, “You’re not!” you whined, “Stop laughing! This isn’t funny!” 

Chan chuckled at your despair, pinching your red cheeks before sobering, “Alright, alright. I am serious though,” he looked at you lovingly, the arm still around your shoulders pulling you closer, “When this is all over, marry me.”

You gaped at him in shock, “You’re just going to propose to me? Like this?”

“I’ve known you all my life, do you really need anything fancier?”

“Well—no, of course I don’t care about that stuff,” you agreed, and Chan couldn’t help but giggle. You had never caught on to the flamboyant proposals of the higher class, and he had been on the receiving end of your angry rants for years. By this point, he knew exactly what you liked, what you wanted from the person you loved.

You looked up at Chan, still struggling to comprehend what he had just said, “You mean this right?”

“I mean it now, and I’ll mean it for the rest of my life.”

“Can I at least have a ring?” you asked jokingly, but Chan was prepared.

He shifted in the bed to sit up, “It’s in my room,” he replied, hands ready to pull the covers away from him, “If you want it, I can grab it now. I’ve actually had the ring for years, but there was just never a right time and-“

“Oh, Channie,” you laughed, reaching up to pull him towards you, giving him a gentle kiss on the lips and sending Chan’s brain into overdrive. Your eyes sparkled as you gazed at him, “I was only kidding, I don’t need that to give you an answer.” 

“Sure,” Chan stared at her blankly, dazed from the unexpected kiss that lingered on his lips, causing you to grin. As you tugged as his shirt to pull him closer to you, Chan complied easily as your hands went to his face and his lips pressed against yours. Your fingers were calloused and bruised from endless fighting, but Chan never knew a more comforting feeling than when your fingers brushed his jawline delicately. 

He wrapped his arm around your waist, adjusting their position as to hold you as close as possible without aggravating your injuries. You ran your hands into his messy locks, smiling with a tenderness he’d rarely seen gracing your face as you said adoringly. 

“Of course I’ll marry you, Channie.” 

#stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #stray kids reactions #stray kids #bang chan imagines #my fics

[goffilolo]

Revival of Midoriya Izuku chapter 3

It’s been 84 years huh? As always the fanfic is up on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16929483/chapters/52652386

also im aware of like some formatting issues with the fic when it comes to tumblr, so reading it on ao3 might be better if you particularly care about like italics and what not, but otherwise it’s all the same stuff.

“Move your ass Boom Boom Bitch, I wanna get there early!” shouted Izuku, as him and Bandit sat on rather stylish, but uncomfortable couch in the Bakugous’ living room that was probably worth more than both of them put together, which probably wasn’t even that much anyway since they’re both garbage, but it’s about the principle of the thing.

“Shut your mouth you Trash Twink, I’ll get there when I get there! And what the fuck are you doing in my house?” screamed Bakugou all the way from upstairs, although with his voice being as explosive as his quirk he might as well be standing right next to you considering the damage he does to everyone’s eardrums.

Speaking of hearing damage “Katsuki!!! Is that how you talk to our guest you rude brat?! Get over here!” exclaimed Aunt Mitsuki.

“Shut it old hag! Deku’s not a guest, he’s just an annoying cockroach that invites himself wherever he wants and does whatever he wants!” which is a fair point, considering Izuku has invited himself to Bakugou’s first day at UA for less than wholesome reasons. Some people might see it as the ultimate bitch slap to Bakugou’s ego (partially true), but for the most part it’s merely a testament of how far Izuku has come, considering he now only sees UA as a place where he can flirt with Tensei’s hot brother, rather than a means of accomplishing some bullshit dreams... But it’s not like Kacchan knows any of this, so he can fuck off.

If you were to ask Izuku what his deal with Bakugou was, he would reply “Best friends, duh” with enough sarcasm to last you the next ten years. If you were to press for any specifics his reply would be more along the lines of “I dunno, get the fuck out of my apartment” followed by having Trash Bandit sent after you. The bottom line was, his relationship with Bakugou was complicated, as were most thing in Izuku’s life, but that’s not unusual.

Izuku’s presence at the Bakugou household though? That’s quite unusual, yet more likely than you’d think.

And although the screaming match between the two Bakugous was ever so entertaining Izuku had places to be, and guys to seduce, so “Leave it Auntie” he exclaims in a dismissive manner “We don’t want to rile him up too much, otherwise he ain’t gonna get that 30-day chip from the anger management that he’s been gunnin’ for” he adds half-jokingly.

“I know, I know” she says “But you’d think he would act a little nicer by now, after all these months of therapy.”

“Wouldn’t expect miracles if I were you Auntie, you know what the say; Apple doesn’t fall far from the tree ” replies the boy with a shiteating grin as he motions towards Bakugou descending down the stairs, not missing the way Mitsuki flinched ever so slightly at his rather obnoxious comment.

“And to think you used to be such a nice boy yourself, I used to always tell your mother how great it would’ve been if Katsuki was more like you” she says in a mix of bittersweet nostalgia and regret.

“Yeah well, considering the shit I got for being nice , I think from now on I’d rather be a bastard and then some” exclaimed Izuku as he got up from the couch with Bandit in tow and made his way towards Bakugou. The other boy was getting ready to leave as well and his excitement for the day was concealed even more poorly than his mother’s discomfort at the current conversation “Have a good one Auntie!”

And with that, the two teenagers and one (1) sheep were on their way.

“Kacchan please , not everything is about you” said Izuku exasperatedly, hurrying over to the only empty seat on the train.

“Like hell it isn’t! This was supposed to be MY DAY, my first day at the school of my fucking dreams, and you’re trying to ruin it by following me around dressed like a dollar stripper!” replied Bakugou in a whisper-scream. He may have anger issues but he wasn’t a dumbass and the two of them were already drawing enough attention as it was. It wasn’t exactly easy to remain unnoticed on a train while carrying a green sheep; a task which fell on Bakugou, because Izuku was a weak-noodle-arm-bitch.

“First of all, I’m flattered that you think I’m worth a dollar” said the weak-noodle-arm-bitch in question “And second of all, this is my best outfit.” Said best outfit consisted of a worn out tank top that had THE HOES written on it in what once was a glittery pink; a pair of booty shorts with ENEMY OF STATE hand stitched onto the backside and rainbow patterned knee socks. The look was completed with a pair of pink platform crocs, because Izuku had standards ... and because he was short.

“God I hate you” murmured Bakugou.

“Don’t I know it Kacchan?”

The rest of the train ride was spent in silence.

It wasn’t until they actually reached the gates of the school that Bakugou had a thought; one that he probably should’ve had before they even left his house, but having a coherent thought while carrying a sheep and bickering with the sheep’s owner about whether the sheep should be referred to as a dog or not is in all fairness not possible.

“They won’t let you in” he said, voicing the sudden epiphany.

“Sure they will” replied Izuku.

“Oh yeah? How? Deku, you don’t fuckin’ go to this school, you don’t go to ANY school!” shouted Bakugou, because they were no longer on the train, therefore arguing with a lunatic stripper looking guy was now acceptable.

Izuku for the most part did not have a problem with that, because not only did he love having petty fights with people, he also loved proving them wrong, especially when everyone and their grandma accuses him of being a high school drop out.

“Shinjuku Metropolitan would beg to differ” he says, dropping the metaphorical bomb on the unsuspecting dipshit that is his childhood friend, after which he continues to walk, crossing the gates of UA High like he owns the damn place.

After about a minute of Bakugou standing frozen in shock, he finally snapped out of it when Bandit decided to start chewing on his uniform “Oi, hold the fuck up!” screamed the blond as he followed Izuku inside, while the sheep was being dragged along like a betrayed ragdoll  “Did you just say Shinjuku Metropolitan?!”

“Kacchan, you know I can’t hold you, you’re too heavy” replies the other teen, while pointedly ignoring Bakugou’s question and the looks he’s been getting from the students.

“Don’t change the subject shitty Deku! How the fuck did your ass get into a top non-hero high school in the whole damn Tokyo you bitch?”

“What, like it’s hard?”

“I fuckin’ swear to God-”

“Do it! Pull the trigger piglet!”

“WHAT’S GOING ON HERE?”

Their pointless quarrel, which was on a steady way into becoming a straight up brawl (Izuku having already pulled out his axe and lighted a cigarette using one of Bakugou’s warning explosions) came to a stop when they were interrupted by one of UA’s teachers, although in Izuku’s opinion she made a wrong career choice, considering being a Dominatrix probably paid more.

On another note, when someone asks you ‘what’s going on?’ that doesn’t mean they’re actually interested in whatever is happening at the moment, it means ‘stop’, therefore Izuku’s answer to that question, which usually involves something along the lines of “You see, I’m small, horny and full of rage, and I have no outlet for these emotions” is rarely appreciated. That is not to say that the lack of appreciation is going to stop him from spawning whatever dumb shit comes to his mind when faced with the judgement from authority figures. If anything it makes everything worse.

“That’s just how we flirt” replied the teen instead, all the while looking THE Pro-Hero Midnight dead in the eye and putting out his cigarette on Bakugou’s uniform jacket. Bakugou, for the most part was unable to even be mad at the cigarette burn considering he was busy recovering from being metaphorically punched in the kidneys by that line.

“And why aren’t you wearing uniform?” she asks suspiciously, pointing at Izuku’s attire.

“Oh, I don’t go here” he replied casually.

“Then pray tell , why are you in this school?”

“To get laid”

“TO WHAT?!” screamed Bakugou in surprise.

At this point Midnight took out her phone (no, her costume doesn’t have pockets, please don’t ask where she keeps it) and clicked on one of three contacts she keeps on her speed dial.

“Principal Nedzu, we got a situation…”

After telling Bakugou not to worry and that he will see him later in class, Izuku was dragged to the principal’s office by Midnight.

On the way there he tried cracking up another joke, telling her that his safe word was ‘avocado’. She did not appreciate that one either. For those of you wondering what happened to Bandit, the sheep ended up following Bakugou, much to the blond’s dismay.

Now, being sent to a principal’s office, especially of a school that you don’t even attend is usually a sign that you have royally fucked up. Not for Izuku though, because he had a plan! Contrary to the common belief, Izuku is not dumb. The fall didn’t kill off any of his brain cells, only his ability to give a shit, which made life much easier since he no longer had to worry about things like: people’s opinions, social norms, laws and heteronormativity.

Anyway, back to the plan. Izuku was not dumb, therefore even he knew that wandering around UA while not attending the school would not fly. He needed a way to stay, and for that he needed the guy who runs the whole shitshow; Nedzu.

Which is why the moment Midnight opens the door to the office Izuku stomps in like a man on a mission and stops right in front of an animal of questionable origin in a suit that is allegedly UA’s principal. A little unusual, but if a scumbag like Endeavour can hold the title of No. 2 Hero in Japan, then an animal can run a school.

The principal in question was calmly sitting on a couch and drinking tea, totally unconcerned with whatever bullshit Izuku was about to throw at him.

“Now, what seems to be the issue with this young man?” asked Nedzu.

“This young man-” said Izuku, pointing to himself in a rather cocky manner “has a message for you!”

“And what would that message be?”

The principal’s question was answered with what Izuku can only think of as the ultimate power move, or in this case; a literal ace up the sleeve. The boy proceeded to pull out a Monopoly “Get out of Jail” card out of his shorts (since he technically wasn’t wearing any sleeves) and slam it on the table right in front of Nedzu.

While to an outsider the current situation might seem absurd, it is important to remember that Izuku had a plan; one that could’ve never come to a fruition without a little help from the most unexpected person, which is why that card was no ordinary Monopoly card, but a very specific reminder that only Principal Nedzu would know the meaning of, and when he picked it up and flipped it around, the neatly written message on the back made its presence known.

It read: “You owe me one. - Hisashi”

“My dad says ‘Hi!’ ” exclaimed Izuku, taking one look at Nedzu’s face and knowing that he already won.

Was cashing in on a favour that his dad secured like 10 years ago a morally good decision? Debatable, but it got the job done so he’s not gonna complain. All that mattered was that Izuku now had a pass to enter the UA grounds whenever he pleased and nobody could stop him, and so here he was about to enter the classroom where Kacchan is supposed to be in. The bell hasn’t rung yet so he still had some time and who knows, maybe the handsome guy from the police station was in the same class?

With that in mind he opened the gigantic door and made his way into the classroom and was met with what looked like a pissing contest between his crush and his childhood friend.

“REMOVE YOUR FOOT FROM THAT DESK! SUCH AN ACTION IS INSULTING TO THOSE WHO CAME TO UA BEFORE US AS WELL AS THE CRAFTSMEN WHO MADE THIS DESK!”

“LIKE I CARE! WHAT MIDDLE SCHOOL ARE YOU FROM, YOU EXTRA ?!”

Ah yes, pissing contest at its finest, which meant that Izuku had options . The most obvious course of action would be siding up with Tenya and taunting Kacchan, which is not something Izuku would ever say no to. However , it also happens that the object of his affections had a massive boner for rules and authority, which is the exact opposite of everything Izuku stands for, so siding up with Kacchan it is.

And so he made his way to the pair of bickering teenagers and promptly pushed Kacchan’s feet off the desk, earning a scoff from the blond and an approving but baffled look from Iida, which only lasted for about 2 seconds, because Izuku being the gay disaster that he is simply HAD to ruin it all by claiming the desk as his sitting spot and giving Tenya the most ridiculous bedroom eyes that had Kacchan fake gagging like his life depended on it.

“Umm...Izuku, was it?” asked Tenya, feeling awkward under the other boy’s intense gaze.

“It sure was” replied the boy, feeling happy about leaving enough of an impression to be remembered from all those weeks ago “Fancy seeing you here, huh?”

“Indeed-”

“Oh for fuck’s sake Deku!” exclaimed Bakugou, completely fed up with the cringeworthy display in front of him “Just tell four-eyes that you came here because you wanted to see him and be done with it!”

“WHAT?”

“Kacchan, not now! I’m trying to put on some moves!”

“Well your moves are shit-”

“Hey, aren’t you that guy from the news who stabbed a villain in the eye with an axe?!” shouted one of the students while pointing at Izuku. There was something ironic about the fact that it was his stunt on live TV from 2 weeks ago that got everyone’s heads turning and not his iconic outfit, or inappropriate behaviour, or literally anything else about him. Like that’s just rude ok? And interrupting him while he’s trying to flirt? Also rude.

“Bitch, I might be” he replied anyway, because his reputation was on the line and because at this point literally everyone has gathered around the desk that he sat on, so things were way past the point of return. People were throwing questions and accusations at him left and right, Trash Bandit is nowhere to be found and his quil flask is not full enough for this bullshit. At this point Bakugou simply got up from his seat and sat at the back of the room, as far away from this nonsense as possible.

“It’s you!”exclaimed the boy with dual coloured hair and equally mismatched eyes “You’re the guy who keeps T-posing in front of my house. Can you please stop?!” he asked with the most deadpan face Izuku has ever seen despite his voice being filled with desperation.

“Look, I T-pose in front of a lot of houses so you’re gonna have to be more specific” he replied sarcastically — despite knowing exactly who he was talking to — since it probably wasn’t a good moment to mention that you’re besties with that person’s mom because you were both stuck in the same loony bin and so you already know all the family drama and have dedicated a good portion of your time to harassing her abusive piece of shit husband…especially with like 20 people around you.

“You’re the one who egged my limo!” shouted one of the girls at the back. She was a very tall girl with long, dark hair tied in a seemingly gravity defying ponytail and a kind face. She had an air of a distinguished lesbian about her, which Izuku could respect even if she was rich if the limo comment was anything to go by. He egged several limos in his lifetime because seeing rich people out in public makes him go apeshit, as it should, so really how is he supposed to remember everyone?

“And I will egg it again!” promised Izuku “When I see rich people out and about it triggers my fight-or-fuck response”

“Don’t you mean fight-or-flight?” she asked.

“No”

“Are you ok?”

“Not in the slightest”

And with that more people joined in on the conversation, including a particular girl who very much looked like an alien with her bright pink skin and black sclera who ended up complementing his outfit, which thank fuck someone here actually had good taste , as well as a guy who ended up being Ms Shouji’s son, and the only reason he found out was because the guy recognised his antics based on the gossip his mom told him and isn’t that a small fuckin world? And in the middle of it all laid an inconspicuous yellow sleeping bag that has been conveniently ignored by everyone for the sake of the plot up until now.

The sleeping bag began to seemingly unzip by itself and soon enough Bandit’s head poked out of it.

“Bandit! There you are”

“Baaah!”

“Guys! Look at this dog!” exclaimed one of the students who Izuku thought looked like a personification of weed, but he wasn’t going to say that. At least the guy knew what he was talking about.

“I’m pretty certain it’s a sheep-” added Tenya, taking his role as the last standing voice of reason in this room very seriously, even though his voice has practically drowned in the sea of teenagers chanting ‘good doggo’, similarly to how one might feel if they were standing at a dance floor while Baby Got Back started playing.

It’s also important to note that while all of this was happening, Bakugou who has sat himself at the back of the room was forced to witness the chaotic force that is Izuku interacting with multiple people at once while being able to convince about 20 of them to refer to his sheep as a dog, and in that moment he turned around staring into the void and asked himself “Am I having a fuckin stroke?”

“Nah, he’s always like that” replied the one person who was sat at the back along with him that Bakugou previously did not bother to notice.

“And how would you know, you damn extra?” asked Bakugou somewhat offended, because sure him and Izuku were not on the friendliest terms and the whole incident from last year really changed him and what not. But they still knew each other their whole lives, so really that had to count for something and Bakugou was not willing to compromise on that with some random extra who looked like a Tinky Winky humansona on drugs.

Unfortunately Bakugou was not able to get an answer because the entire class was interrupted by a homeless looking guy coming out of the yellow sleeping bag to shame student kind. “If you’re here to socialise, then get out” he said. Soon enough the room was filled with a tense silence as the students were unsure of what to expect next.

“It took 8 seconds for you to quiet down. Time is a precious resource. You lot aren’t very rational, are you?” asked the man as he walked to the front of the classroom, making it very clear that he was in fact their teacher. The man was rather tall and unkept, his hair was long and slightly curled, similar to Izuku’s own and the outfit he wore could only be described as a goth onesie. There was something very familiar about him but Izuku couldn’t quite make out what it was supposed to be.

However, just because Izuku’s memory aligns very closely with a slice of swiss cheese doesn’t mean that the same can be said about the teacher in question. As soon as he turned around to get a good look at his new class his eyes fell on Izuku and his face has swiftly shifted from that of practiced disinterest to shock and recognition that Izuku honestly was not expecting.

“What are you doing here problem child?” asked the man with a certain degree of disbelief in his voice. Once again there was something very familiar about him and the way he addressed Izuku and wait a minute did he just call me a problem child? That can’t be-

“Uncle Shouta” exclaimed the boy in a way that felt uncertain, yet childishly hopeful “Is that you?”

“Of course it is brat, who else would I be?” he replied with a hint of amusement.

#revival of midoriya izuku #demise!au #bnha #fanfic #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #trash bandit #aizawa shouta #iida tenya

[boundlesshart]

how royal succession works in Almyra + Other Things about almyra that’s been rattling in my head since that nintendo dream interview laid waste on my crops

hi, so after reading M’s @ladamedepique​ drabble about a concubine war kid getting kmarted, i realized that what i actually want to write is the Everything i’ve been thinking about since this nintendo dream interview came out back in march. so i did. it’s 2am and im hungry.

i realize that it’s been a while, so the summary of that interview’s impact on my claude headcanons is “my handcrafted claude backstory that i had to write myself bc intsys decided fuck claude is now irreversibly fucked by the introduction of a bunch of half-siblings he had to be rivals with.” if you ever catch yourself wondering why this is such a mess, well because that’s exactly what this is! this is all subject to change, it’s same kind of “haphazard and bizarrely long half-baked headcanon report” that my dlc thought train was. i’ve changed my mind at least 20 times during this process i will change it again

i’d like to thank zotero for holding all of my journal articles and pdfs on the ottomans and their succession system, and also magnificent century og and kosem, while not being totally historically accurate, for being a fun soap opera to give me some visuals to work with in my head. i now have a positive understanding of what claude’s shitty little beard could realistically look like, which is a gift that i never thought i would have.

Almyran Succession

All of the king’s children, regardless of if they were born in or out of wedlock, is considered a legitimate prince or princess. This is pretty much the only title that they can expect to have, as they and their mothers cannot inherit any lands, titles or wealth that would have been passed to them from their own families. Almyran property law aims to avoid partitioning property between multiple heirs for the sake of maintaining the family’s financial stability. The throne of Almyra works under the same principle, which had led to the introduction, legalization, and practice of open succession.

Open succession, despite its potential to be cruel, is viewed as a necessary step to ensure that the throne would only be held by strong leaders chosen by the people (”people” ending up being the higher-ranking officials that would benefit from a specific child’s ascension). If they proved to be lacking, they would simply be deposed of and replaced. 

What determines who becomes the next ruler of Almyra is not whether a child is the oldest of all the children, but if they and their allies have the political acumen to not only claim kingship but keep it, fighting off their rival brothers and sisters.

All sons and unmarried daughters are eligible to rule Almyra. By law is not only the next ruler’s right but duty to remove other potential heirs to secure their right to rule and the stability of their reign. Generally upon a ruler’s ascension to the throne, their brothers will be killed and their sisters married off or killed if they threaten their siblings’ rule. Exceptions have been made in the past, but they are few and far in between and have led to succession crises down the road. 

The previous ruler’s choice for an heir is usually accepted after their death, and ideal for minimizing the interregnum period. Even so, it doesn’t guarantee that the heir will be able to keep the throne.

Ok, but where do the kids come from?

Rulers of Almyra are allowed to have multiple spouses, but they usually only marry for political purposes.

The vast majority of children are mothered or fathered by concubines with no background of political power, which is preferred. Princes and princesses are allowed to have children once they leave the palace (to prove that they can have them), but if they have too many they may be considered a threat to the king and dealt with appropriately.

I think the one mother-one child rule would have been in place here, not necessarily as a law but as a rule enforced by other spouses and concubines, as well as the ruler’s mother or father.

Princes and princesses aren’t dropping like flies, and murdering them without having the law on your side is considered treason of the highest order. They’re still aware of their competition and fear being murdered when one of their siblings takes the thrones, so few end up becoming friends.

Children are ultimately their mother’s or father’s responsibility. They are expected to guide them through their education and follow them to their provincial post when they are old enough, setting them up for success and paving their path to the throne. King and Queen Dowagers have been incredibly influential in Almyran history and support their children by representing them politically and managing their spouses and concubines. 

Ok, whatever, just tell me what’s relevant to Claude:

Ibrahim, Claude’s father, became the king of Almyra only after 5 year civil war between himself and his two remaining brothers. He got to the throne first and is still feared for the ruthless execution of even his youngest brothers and sisters.

In all, Ibrahim has had 2 wives and 12 concubines, and he has fathered 10 sons and 6 daughters. A few died to childhood illnesses but most made it to at least 13 years old. He’s a doting father and cares for their well-being, though only when he happens to see them. Though he was a constant presence in Claude’s life, his half-siblings usually only saw him during holidays.

No one in Almyra knows that Tiana is the daughter of Duke Riegan, for all they know she’s a Fódlaner that King Ibrahim brought back with him after a short border strife with the Leicester Alliance. Obviously she goes by another name in Almyra, and here is where I think I’m going to bring back the first name I had for her, Desdemona. Suck it, intsys. She wasn’t liked when she first came due to being from Fódlan, and was accused of witchcraft when Ibrahim married her and devoted himself to her at the expense of his other wives as concubines. As the herd of children and concubines thinned, Tiana’s strong personality and battle prowess garnered her respect among the top officials of the Almyran court and even her enemies.

In Fódlan Year 1175, rebels infiltrate the palace walls and kill over a dozen people, from palace servants to princes and princesses. In the moment it was believed to be part of a revolt that was ongoing in the capital at the time and carried out by rebels storming the palace walls and stealing and killing whatever came in their way. After an investigation, it was discovered that that was just a cover up for.... a noble Almyran house trying to make a power grab through either an older son or with their own heir? I’ve been working out the details on this for months and I still don’t have them ironed out don’t look at me. It ends with a couple of older half-sibs dying but more importantly Claude’s older and younger brother dying and Claude nearly dying himself, only to survive with the Crest of Riegan. I imagine that there have been instances before hinted at him having the Crest of Riegan, but it was this incident that confirmed it for Tiana. 

These are the notable royal family members, or the ones I’ve spent at least one second thinking of:

King Ibrahim II of Almyra: Claude’s dad, born Fódlan year 1131 so 19 when he ascends the throne. He is feared but respected, brutal to his enemies, firm with his allies... but you’d be surprised by how easygoing he actually is with friends and family. He’s young at heart and energetic, even laughing at jokes made at his expense, but only in very close company. He loves writing poetry, especially to Tiana, and he frequently sends her love letters so that one can be read out to her every morning and evening when her mail is given to her. Relishes the thrill of battle. Nader introduced him to kumis back when they were boys and to this day Ibrahim regularly drinks a glass each night, claiming it makes him stronger.

There’s a tradition in the royal family that all princes and princesses must learn a trade in case that they fall into misfortune. Ibrahim enjoys goldsmithing when he is alone, a good distraction from his thoughts. Claude’s earring is part of a set given to his mother, crafted by his father as a gift.

Tiana von Riegan/Desdemona: Claude’s mom, born Fódlan year 1135. Claude calls her a warrior goddess and a demon queen that would laugh at his expense, I imagine that she’s in that “dead serious but good humored about it” boat like Claudedad, but less sappy about it. A tough but loving mother, she was very involved in her children’s upbringing and did her best to secure their place in the royal family. She doesn’t teach any of her kids the Fódlanguage because she was distancing herself from That, but Claude is able to convince her to help him learn (though she was reluctant about it and limited their lessons greatly, forcing him to teach himself mostly). She has firmly decided to never return to Fódlan, but a cup of Leicester Cortania is her guilty pleasure. These days Tiana spends her time at her husband’s side in Maragheh, keeping up with her training.

Two older half-brothers: So Claude’s endings have him as heir to the throne without a mention of rivals, but part of me feels like that’s too simple for Claude considering he just up and walked out of there 7 years ago so here we are, two rivals. They’re probably early to mid 30s at this point and have one or two small children of their own. I don’t know their names yet, but my initial ideas are a “nice” brother cool calculated pushing up glasses kind of dude that is actually a huge dick and a chad dudebro who’s just trying to distance himself from these bad vibes.

If I had to give them trades, nice brother likes to fish and sails for pleasure (he governs a coastal province) and chad brother carves wooden thumbrings. 

Orhan: Claude’s older brother, born Fódlan Year 1160. He was conceived months before Tiana went to Almyra (born 5 months after she arrived), so his parentage has been in doubt from day 1. I imagine him as having low self-esteem since he was believed to be a full-blooded Fódlaner, discriminated against in a similar way or worse than what the rest of his siblings went through. Historians would later debate whether or not he was actually Ibrahim’s son.... but we’re not historians, and Orhan was definitely his son. Died in the FY1175 uprising at the age of 15.

No idea what he looked like, he just happened to not look like his parents. His favorite food was salted cod, but he was rarely able to get it. Orhan enjoyed playing the violin.

Claude/Khalid: You know him, you love him, born Fódlan Year 1162 under another name. He’s the only kid that ended up getting the Crest of Riegan, and after one too many accidents where that crest ended up proccing, he’s been accused of practicing witchcraft like his mother. I think this would be a better like, concrete thing for the Almyrans to fixate on rather than a general “you’re half-Fódlan rahhh” and I think it would definitely go with Claude talking about how he was constantly fighting and explaining himself to get out of trouble.

If I’m going with the “kids can only inherit from the ruler of Almyra”, then I’m gonna have to figure out how Claude fits into this. His first move is to probably bullshit a loophole about how actually the Dukedom of Riegan doesn’t exist anymore and I may have destroyed Failnaught after the final battle so technically I didn’t really inherit anything that would give me an edge in Almyran politics. :). Ibrahim is pissed at Claude for going to Fódlan in the first place and getting caught up in a war and he definitely did not sign off on Nader bringing Almyran troops into a war that they have no business being involved in. The first thing Ibrahim does when Claude returns to Maragheh is shout at him and ground him to his apartment in the palace. And then proceed to assign Claude to a governmental post so that he’s out of his sight.

As an aside, I imagine that when Ibrahim dies and Claude rises to the throne, he deliberately delays his coronation so that it coincides with the Almyran New Year. It;s that kind of inconvenient dick move that he would delight in making bc symbolism.

You know what he looks like, in terms of food he strays away from sugary sweet stuff and towards meat and cheese. I’d like to think that he gains a genuine interest in gardening (like, beyond just cultivating poisonous plants as a cover for “gardening”) during his time in Fódlan and brings back different seedlings and scions for grafting back to Almyra. 

Mehmet and Rahimah: Twins, born Fódlan Year 1164. Ok so basically I kind of wanted a dead sibling that was around Cyril and Lysithea’s age for the Drama of it (bc I thought of Claude looking at Cyril and thinking of his brother and immediately went “That hurts. Let’s do it”). But I ALSO thought what if Claude had a little sister, and then I ALSO thought what if Claude has a new full-blooded sibling that got conceived during the five year war, like the shittiest surprise. I’ve combined all those ideas into the twins.

First of all, they have more function than personality. Mehmet only exists to die during the uprising, but I’m starting to like Rahimah bc like... she literally loses most of her brothers including her twin, and then Claude up and leaves her for Fódlan (a place she has little connection to, regardless of her mother). Her only remaining sibling is gone for years, misses seven birthdays, her wedding with an Almyran general, the birth of her first child and the announcement of her second... like, by the time Claude comes back to Almyra she hates his guts and you know what? She’s right! I imagine Rahimah angry, but also grasping for literally any kind of deep and long-lasting relationship at this point. She loves her kids fiercely, she loves her husband, and even though they have their struggles she's still very close to her mom. Fuck her no-show brother Khalid, and fuck Fódlan for taking him away from her.

No idea what Mehmet looks like, like I said he only exists to die. Rahimah is shorter than Claude at maybe 5′4, round-faced and carrying herself gracefully. She’s lactose intolerant but she bears the pain for the sake of eating ice cream, and her husband goes to great lengths to get the ice for her. Likes to sing and dance with her son Ömer.

#headcanon #to sleep

[navollidiot]

i know there is and will continue to be a lot of controversy about the hate crime scene, so if you don’t want to read this post because you won’t agree with me criticizing it, then don’t read it, don’t clown on it, just don’t interact and move on with your day, i’m not taking names and hunting people down for their opinions especially when i do not personally know most of you.

obligatory statement: i’m not cis, not het, not white. do not be a bigot on this post :)

i remember very clearly the night that clip dropped + literally spending the next 2 or 3 days scrolling through the tag to read every single post in there to gather all of the opinions that i could find, everything from people who had been following the season from the very first second of the first episode, to people who were only casual viewers, who had not offered commentary before that point and only came out to share their opinions after the enormous shock wave that clip generated throughout the fandom. i don’t even think that sander running out of the hotel in episode 8 caused nearly as much of an uproar, mostly because the majority of us knew that was coming (though i do remember the outrage that we didn’t see robbe find him until it was past midnight, which is also completely understandable).

over those next few days and the following weeks, i saw the full spectrum of opinions continue to expand as more and more people gradually processed what they had seen and began to come to their own conclusions about it, especially those, like mine, with many layers of conflicting emotions. some even shared their own stories that were deeply personal and brave and heart-wrenching and hope-giving. what was pretty universal, however, was that no one saw the hate crime coming. it wasn’t in og, it hasn’t been done in any other remake, there was no hint or warning whatsoever that it was imminent. i know part of that is probably the production thinking that was an appropriate way to show how something like that can unfold in real life. do i agree with how that decision was made? ultimately, no. i’m sure that plenty of you also share that opinion to some extent. i’m sure that many of you also excuse, turn a blind eye to, or even defend the hate crime’s necessity and importance. i’ve said before that it’s not a black-and-white situation and i continue to stand by that. i also stand by the opinion that the writers handled the execution poorly even if they had good intentions. intention ≠ impact. there should have been a trigger warning. there should have been a better and more assertive resolution in the following episodes, like there was for zoë’s season (which was very well done and makes me confused why they didn’t give robbe the same treatment but i digress)

“but iT’S REALISTIC—” yes, it’s realistic that gay people experience violence for being gay. no one is denying that this stuff happens. but the aftermath of the incident, which robbe discussed only briefly twice with milan (and senne, but robbe never told him the full truth of what happened) and then was not addressed further, even when it was at some points clearly mirroring zoë’s struggle with testifying against viktor? that was not realistic. i recognize the very real possibility that they are going to drag the assault into s4 to show how robbe’s storyline impacts however they’ve written yasmina’s arc, but whatever they have planned for her honestly terrifies me to no end because we have never had an adequate sana season that does the muslim main justice. i am including og in this, for those of you who have not seen it. i’m sure that many of you who have seen skamfr s4 and druck s4 agree with me. it goes without saying that i believe they should have addressed the assault before robbe’s season actually ended in order to minimize the amount of interference that he would cause in yasmina’s season. don’t mistake this as me hating on robbe; he is one of my favorite isaks hands down. i can simultaneously love his character and hate what the writers did with him.

“but wiLLEM SAID—” first of all, if you yourself are straight and you are pulling willem’s words from the article to defend your opinion, i want you to step back from the situation and examine the details a little further. willem herbots, for all the speculation that has gone on, has now stated outright with no ambiguity that he is straight. i do not deny his talent as an actor; anyone who follows and reads my tags knows that i have many times before praised his skill in portraying robbe as intimately as he did in s3. but the hard pill to swallow for a lot of you is that by being straight, he lacks the inherent nuance that only personal experiences and struggles with sexual identity can bring to a character whose arc literally revolves around internalized homophobia and coming out. no amount of research can help him understand robbe’s character the way a gay actor would. and to be clear, this is not a moral condemnation against him; i’m not blaming willem for being straight, which is a wild thing to have to state lmao but you never know with tumblr. i do harbor the same sort of apprehension that i harbor towards any straight actor who plays gay roles regardless of their reasoning behind it (most of it falls somewhere along the lines of “i wanted to challenge myself” which honestly is such bullshit to me). but, to my knowledge, we have never had a single male isak who was played by an actor who is lgbt+ irl (i’m not counting skamesp because lucas doesn’t fit the original mold since he’s both isak and eskild, sorry if you have a problem with that), so i’m not exactly surprised that wtfock hasn’t broken that mold. saying all that, i do think he is incredibly sensitive and compassionate for his age and amount of experience, and it is rare to see someone answer questions with the kind of sincerity that comes through even in what appears to me is a fluff piece that is meant to please readers rather than present the most objective truths.

i will link a post here that pretty succinctly sums up my view on what willem stated about the hate crime and about how this interview happened in the first place, but something that i did notice that no one afaik has talked about: notice how willem uses I-statements to answer literally every single question in the interview up until he’s asked about the assault, where he slips almost too obviously into the royal “we” that is often characteristic of pre-fabricated answers: “The only moment we really showed... but we really wanted to show the harsh reality of being out...  it’s not something we wanted to ignore in WtFOCK.” in the same paragraph, he uses “we” 3 times, where at no point before he had done so. of course, it’s possible that he did say it at other points and those sentences simply didn’t make the final cut for the article, but i still think it’s pretty telling that all of his other answers are so grounded in his personal, individual thoughts and experiences, but that specific response is so stilted and formal it’s almost awkward. it’s very likely that he was regurgitating an answer that was fed to him from higher up, precisely because the production knew from fan responses that it would come up in any self-respecting interviewer’s questions. these are very basic PR procedures within the industry; willem, at the end of the day, is a paid actor on a show that is still in production and is bound very tightly by his contract. do not expect at any point that what he states about wtfock is fully his own opinion, as whatever he says will reflect on the show’s reputation. this is also, more importantly, why you cannot automatically associate the words and actions of a production with the words and actions of its actors; i seriously doubt that willem h or any of the other cast members personally agree with everything the show has done, but i can tell you with absolute certainty that they are contract-bound to not share their full opinions while the show is still in production. he nor any of the other actors wouldn’t be allowed to criticize writing decisions even if they wanted to. finally, please note that i am in no way trying to lessen the impact of willem answering this question in this way, fabricated or not; i am only trying to present all the facts as objectively as i can because i’ve seen 50 posts today worshipping him for giving answers that likely did not come from his own actual brain. i am asking for a little of the same objectivity in return from you all.

finishing on a personal-ish sidenote: but i have never been more aware than in this moment how completely at odds the druck and wtfock fandoms are, like i knew during the run of robbe’s season, from some replies i was getting on posts and anons in my inbox, that it seems impossible to some people that people can like (and criticize) both shows. but now in the wake of this article, it really goes to show that both sides are ready at a moment’s notice to fight each other over matters that do not need to be fought about. we can all just talk through things and try to see each other’s perspectives and, sometimes, yes, agree to disagree. for a show that preaches “everything is love” left and right, certain people really do not seem to take that message to heart. just to be clear, im not saying that you should lie down and take people’s bullshit, but i am saying that we should hear each other out more instead of jumping to conclusions based on thirdhand information.

in conclusion: no show/film/book/other form of media is perfect and we should be allowed to bring attention to their problematic aspects without being accused of blindly hating on the aforementioned medium overall.

tl;dr criticism ≠ hate, take what willem said with a grain of salt, the assault scene is not black and white, im fuckin exhausted

#wtfock #wtfock cast #willem herbots #i was gonna put this under a read more but i need yall to read this whole thing lmao #also if there are weird mistakes or jumps it's bc i jumped around from bullet to bullet writing this and only read through it once #there are also things that i did not include here bc i thought they would be called ~drastic~ but if u wanna dm me or something #trust me i have More Opinions

[archer3-13]

Fire Emblem Three Houses Direct: Persona Trotter and the Mystery of the Treehouses

so we finally have some more info about this damn game and...

overall its looking fairly solid to me. i have some personal quibbles but most of them fall into the annoyance category and not even the passionately angry annoyances but the annoyances that ill still enjoy if their done well like some kind of fucking moron.

anyways, time to get into my more specific thoughts on treehouses, throw in cute joke about how its proof if proof be needed that hogwarts can in fact work without a slytherin the gits, and lets get this show on the road!!!

1. art style and direction: the most immediate thing that sticks out to me, and a strong contender for best artstyle within the fire emblem series, treehouses nicely combines the stronger elements of modern fire emblem artstyles and classic fire emblem artstyles into one and it really benefits from this approach, well still bringing its own unique aspects to the table. to put it more simply, it doesnt look as archaic as some classic fire emblem styles can be, and it also doesnt look as plasticy and cheap as some modern fire emblem styles can be, it strikes the right balance is me point. hell even the splattering of anime highschool outfit tropes dont bother me that much because of the art style and design, thats how strong i feel it is within this trailer alone. with two notable exceptions of course, namely the not tiki lady and the female avatar (in my opinion anyways)

starting with the more forgivable one in my opinion, not tiki helps distinguish herself from tiki by going for extra long kinda pigtails and weird multicoloured braids, well sporting a fashionable rope bondage shirt. well this particularly irked me when i first saw it im digging it a bit more now that its sat for a bit but it still feels stupid, and i hope that in the final game it works better. as for the female avatar...

it seems shes decided to strut her stuff in a sexy school teacher outfit version of the male avatars outfit, though on further inspection she is at least wearing shorts as opposed to a skirt and thoroughly fucked leggings. this one really bugs me, and i really hope theres other costumes for them to wear or at least different body types that might help make the outfit look less stupid. just, blegh. still the above two dont change my overall praise for the artstyle in this game as we’ve seen so far.

I mean look at that, that is clearly a schools vice principle or an English prof and yet im really digging it. hell id love form him to be recruitable or somethin... cause i would romance the shit out of him. so long as i liked his personality anyways.

2. flexibility and innovation: The other biggest thing that stuck out to me was that IS really do seem like they want to take a spin at actually innovating the wheel here and if it proves to be successful then im all up for it being the direction to take things if only for a while anyways. to try and not ramble one here, treehouses seems set to offer the most unrelenting amount of variety and flexibility in how we are allowed to build units in the series, because now you can chose atleast some of the weapons and even mov types a unit gets to wield.

not only is this infinitely more flexible then reclassing, though presumably there will be limitations on what you can pair with what but if not booyeah, but it offers a lot more replayabilty through unit builds. also it seems fighting is the new actual weapon type which presumably allows a unit to wield claws as seen later in the trailer or other small weapons. but more importantly, it means we can now punch enemies to death

im going to guess that if daggers appear they’re going to be considered a ‘fighting’ weapon but im quite interested in seeing how that interacts with the gameplay. but yeah this promises a lot of versatility which will hopefully work well with the multiple different promotion options that the game also offers (atleast for the royal villagers of the game)

still dont know much about formations unfortunately, but it does seem like you can use artes or atleast special moves with them. also, highly suspect that turnwheel mechanics are indeed coming back. dont know why though, so it could be just a hunch

3. a persona dating sim: i actually kinda mean this as a compliment, though otherwise im gonna keep this short and it does come with cavets. ill be honest here, the support system was always the least interesting part of fire emblem to me, and especially its heavy emphasis in fates and awakening in particular. controversial opinion incoming.

fates and awakening have often been accused of being dating sims in trench coats by people who don’t like them and i feel thats a little unfair to dating sims. the truth of the matter is that awakening and fates are really fucking bad as dating sims. if they were to be sold as dating sims, they would be a disgrace to dating sims and that is a really fuckin low bar to clear.

treehouses on the other hand seems to be cribbing from persona and actual dating sims in this regard, atleast from what i can tell and am being led on to believe, and i feel that overall thats for the best. although, that does come with the cavet... well the avatar is technically a teacher and even if they are closer in age to the sutdents under their care its still pretty creepy and weird to have a teacher date their students (there is a certain power disparity there). it might just be me, but still just... nnnghggh > <

4. da plot: to early for me to say anything definitive, but in general im intrigued as to where they plan to go with the story. seems like the perfect setup for a degree of moral complexity and ambiguity especially with the line noting that the students often go and ‘put down rebellions’. also we do indeed gotta pick a house though thankfully it so far seems to all be contained in one game.

5. overall mood: despite my personal skepticism i am quite intrigued and even a little excited for this one. if theres one line that definitely speaks of my thoughts on the game so far though it would be that “fire emblem treehouses seems to be making a genuine effort to innovate the series” so overall good showing so far guys!

also the official name does indeed seem to be three houses so it is no going to be called treehouses by me for the rest of time

#fire emblem #fire emblem 16 #fire emblem three houses #fire emblem treehouses #impressions #fe16

[cultsykes-archive]

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[surprisebitch]

What is Danganronpa about?

Hey there! I’m so glad you’re interested! it’s one of my fave game series/franchises. so to start, it’s murder mystery, adventure, and suspense so if you’re into that, then continue reading as i’ll try to talk bout it as briefly as possible.

So for the premise without giving spoilers.. the story of the first game (Danganronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc) begins with the protagonist entering his first day of high school and this high school, Hope’s Peak Academy, is not an ordinary one cause only the best of the bests are accepted! Not grades-wise but talent and skills-wise. So all of these students are ultimates and they’re scouted across the world to study in the school cause only the #1 in that skill get in. So for example, there’s an ultimate swimmer, ultimate gambler, ultimate baseball star, ultimate programmer, etc.

And as soon as the protagonist enters the school, he blacks out and then finds out that there are like 14 other students there who also experienced the same thing. They have no idea why they’re all there. So to cut to the chase, a mastermind in a form of a mechanical bear named Monokuma has kidnapped all of them and they’re all stuck in that school with no way out.

BUT there’s a catch, the only way they can get out of there is if they “GRADUATE” meaning, they have to KILL one student.

It doesn’t end there! Because if a student kills one student, they HAVE TO GET AWAY WITH IT.

So if a student gets killed, all students investigate the scene of the crime. Then a class trial will be held where you will all debate who’s the killer, how they were killed, etc.

The catch is: IF everyone accuses the wrong person and the killer gets away with it. All of the students except the killer get punished (executed) while the killer is the only one that gets out.

But IF everyone makes the right accusation, only the killer will be executed.

So you can see why it’s a survival game and you will also see why students would end up killing each other even though from the beginning, no one wanted to kill a student. The story then goes from there! Now many questions are raised like:

Where are the other students?

Who’s the headmaster/mastermind?

Why are they all trapped in a high school?

Whats the mastermind’s motive?

What happened to their families and loved ones?

WHO WILL SURVIVE???

It is a super logic-based game. Has a lot of thinking involved. And yeah it’s super exciting, tragic, sad, intense, and HAS MANY CLEVER PLOT TWISTS.

The gameplay is a visual novel type of style so it’s like you’re reading with moving pictures and it’s really interactive and fun. It does have a slow start but once the first killing happens, more actions appear and the class trial is very interactive more than the usual click this and that.

The game also allows you to select a difficulty level when you start it. I strongly suggest you set the LOGIC to MEAN level. And the Action, you can do it in whatever level you think is appropriate for you. If you’re a seasoned gamer, you won’t find the “Mean” level of Action too difficult but if you’re not used to games then you can set it to “Kind”. BUT WHATEVER YOU DO, don’t set the Logic to Kind because it is insultingly easy and you will get bored and have to start all over again if you decided “Mean” is for you. And trust me, it will be. Also, a good way to stimulate your brain and use of logic.

Here’s a trailer of the first game (i can only see the English version.. but you can play it with Japanese audio and English subtitles if you prefer that. The English isnt so bad though) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RwJeZPMhdUk

So if this got you sold, then you can certainly purchase the bundle Danganronpa 1 and 2 on Steam for a good price! BTW the sequel, Danganronpa 2: Goodbye Despair is truly a level up of the first game. it’s one of those NECESSARY SEQUELS and my fave so far from the franchise. 

There is an anime for the first game but the anime is poorly condensed.. it doesn’t do the first game justice. So i strongly suggest you play it instead AND ALSO since there is no anime for the second game (thankfully).

When you finish Danganronpa 1 and 2, there is an anime called Danganronpa 3 which completes the whole series. While i have strong opinions and criticisms about the anime objectively, i still think it’s worth watching since it’s a conclusion to the series. So if you’re gonna watch it, you’ll have to watch it in a specific order cause there are two arcs: Future Arc and Despair Arc. so you start the series with episode 1 of Future then ep1 of Despair then ep2 future then ep2 despair then follow that pattern til you reach the final episodes then watch the Hope arc which is one episode. 

There is also Danganronpa Another Episode: Ultra Despair Girls.. the gameplay of this is different from the DR games (shooter game) so if it’s not your thing then you can just read what happens here or watch a playthrough. 

In theory, you can skip that and still “complete” the story but it does tie some loose ends and it’s still worth at least reading about since there are characters that get developed. This also goes with reading the side novels Danganronpa Zero and Danganronpa Kirigiri (these arent games or anime but literal short novels so yeah)So unlike other gaming series like Final Fantasy (also an all-time fave gaming series of mine; it’s RPG though!), you have to play Danganronpa in order because it is story-based and each sequel connects to the last!

However, the DR Despair train doesnt end there because a new story unfolds. New Danganronpa V3 is getting released on September 26, 2017 which im so hyped for haha. 

TL;DR: Danganronpa is a murder mystery game with incredible characters, iconic plot twists, amazing soundtrack, and outstanding writing. 

It’s like Battle Royale meets CSI meets How to Get Away With Murder if i had to like link the feeling of the game to some popular media. 

But Danganronpa itself is a unique experience and like no other! If you started the game or like this recommendation got you to play the game, then please tell me! I also would love to know who are your fave characters! :D

#danganronpa #dr #faq #Anonymous

[intrepids-stuff]

Okay, so since I royally screwed up my arms over the weekend and won’t be drawing this out any time soon, I figured I might as well put down what’s been on my mind since the update in script/attempted screenplay form. Anyway, feel free to enjoy! 

Note: I did do OC inserts (Bonely & Alison) and have them as current residents of the Market until Bonely has his story and Alison, her outline. Bonely runs ( or ran) a stall in the Marketplace when Click blew it up trying to kill RGB. Alison is a friend of his who’s still trying to get her outline.

-begin scene-

Just after the last panel of the recent update, a new page is turned, revealing the Guardians standing behind Hero and Click, with a large mix-style speech bubble of both indigo hard lines and a black lines dribbling with black ink appearing boldly above them.  

Speech Bubble: I OBJECT!!

*Surprized at the exclamation, Hero, Click, the Guardians and crowd turn to see who it is and sees Bonely, a skeleton in a black suit with purple pinstripes and a matching fedora, making his way through the crowd with Alison, a youthful woman with arms and hair dribbling black and colored ink.*

Click, who is clearly irritated at their arrival: Grrr, you two have no business-

Bonely, snarling fearsomely at Click: Oh, don’t even talk about business, yeh home wreckin’ fire cracker. We wouldn’t even be in this mess if it weren’t for you!

Guardians: Enough! We would have this trial continue.

Alison: And we would have our objections be heard!

Guardians look at each other and then back at the two. 

Guardian 2: As you wish. 

Guardian 1: Proceed.

Alison: Alright, I object to the treatment of the recent victim.

Guardians: You object to the victim choosing his fate?

Alison: No, I object to her being forced to choose whether or not to kill someone when the choice is, in fact, whether or not to punish him and how. From what I’ve seen she’s been given only one choice to choose from and that’s execution, whether by drowning or otherwise! But that’s not the only choice she has. As you said, it’s her right to choose his “fate” or as I call it, his punishment, and execution is only one of the available options.

Guardians: So you would have more options considered for his crimes?

Alison: I would have the victim be given the time and opportunity to consider all of her options before delivering a verdict.

Alison, Glancing down at Hero: After all, there’s a big difference between a Hero and an Executioner.

*Guardians & crowd murmuring*

Guardian 1: She is right. 

Guardian 2: Indeed. *turns toward Bonely* Now you.

Bonely: Yer honors, I object teh the treatment a’ the accused.

*Crowd booing.*

Guardians: Silence! Let him speak!

Bonely: Thank yeh, yer honors. I object teh the treatment a’ the accused because we ain’t received anythin’ but a few broken sentences from ‘im in face a’ this fire-cracker’s grievous accusations.

Guardian 1: He did not deny the accusations.

Bonely: He didn’t get teh complete more ’n’ one sentence either - the one sentence bein’, and I quote, “lets not do anythin’ hasty.” All the other times he was either interrupted or, like just now, silenced all together. No defense, no clarification, just one loose canon’s vilifyin’ word against his.

Bonely, looking around at the angry crowd: And last I checked we were under Market rule not Mob rule.

Guardian2: It seems you object to more than just the accused’s treatment.

Bonely: Yer right. I object teh his treatment, the behavior a’ my fellow market folk, and the credibility a’ the arson doin’ the accusin’ specifically because yeh can’t steal life. A life can be made, ruined given, or taken on a whim, but if it’s stolen from someone… that usually means they’re dead.

Bonely: But you two… 

*The scene focuses on Click & Hero as Bonely turns to look at them.*

Bonely: You two look pretty alive teh me.

Bonely turning away from Hero and Click to address the crowd, his posture almost casual: Now, we all know the rule about giving and takin’ parts. We trade and trade until we become who we wanna be and finally get our outline. IE, we choose who and what we are, right? But if we can trade what we have for what we want, wouldn’t it be possible teh give one’s life fer somethin’ we want? 

*Hero has a flash back to her first meeting RGB in her bedroom*

RGB: I say. I said, I say, do you want to be a Hero?

*flashback fuzzes to her at the Pool of Tears*

Hero: Am I really a Hero?

Butterfly: of course

Hero: How do you know?

Butterfly: You came here.

Hero: With him…

Butterfly: and why was that?

Hero:…. because he needed a hero.

*flashback fuzzes out with the Guardian’s speech bubble at the bottom of the frame*

Guardians: So you believe then, that they are victims not of murder but of a deceitful trade?

*The scene chances to show Bonely on one side of the pannel in front of RGB, facing Click, Hero, & the Guardians, with the crowd standing between them on the sidelines.*

Bonely, shrugging: I believe it’s a possibility that this guy scammed these two out a’ the lives they had. If he did, then the lives he took weren’t stolen but given, and the victims here who got the raw end of that deal, are also responsible fer their actions of acceptin’ it in the first place.

Guardians look at each other and turn away to discuss matters before facing Click: Is this the case?

Click: ….

Hero: ….

Guardians: Speak. Did he steal your life or did he receive it in trade?

Click: He-!

Hero: He asked if I wanted to be a hero.

*The crowd goes silent and all eyes are on Hero.*

Hero, tears welling up: he asked if I wanted to be a hero and… *tries to wipe eyes on sleeve*

Bonely: *frowning sadly and sympathetically* See? Conman. Not murderer.

The Guardians and crowd look at each other and murmur in debate until Click finally loses his temper a second time.

Click, snatching the gun from Hero: ENOUGH OF THIS! I DEMAND MY JUSTICE

To Hero’s alarm, Click points the gun at RGB and cocks it. 

Hero: No! 

Hero tries to run and stop Click but–

– BANG! –

The scene freezes with Hero standing in front of RGB. The crowd is aghast. Did Click really just shoot Hero, the victim of all this? But to their amazement, Hero is not dead. The bullet passed through her schism, leaving Hero relatively unharmed, even by a [][][][] bullet. 

Glass shards drop to the ground and Hero turns around to see that RGB’s been shot and has fallen to the ground. Hero appears mortified as color leaks from the hole at the corner of his broken screen. His screen turns off and Hero’s mortification turns to horror as the color turns black, the hole mends itself, and (Negative) rises to stand before the Guardians and the Denizens - namely his murderer, Click. 

-end scene-

#TPOH #the Property of Hate #rgb #hero #click #guardians #the marketplace #bonely #alison #ocs #fan fic #fan fic sorta??? #attempted screen play #My hands hurt too much to put this into comic or paragraph/novel format #That aside I guess it's about time I really started contributing to the fandom eh?