#think critically about every rule you're told to follow

[throttlegainwell]

You know, this is low-hanging fruit, but one of the things that was really interesting to me about the Barry finale was that in the dramatization of his story, they made a point to make him a renegade, an individual who thinks for himself and won't relinquish his autonomy. They put a tagline in his mouth that would be guaranteed to make it into any big-budget action trailer and play well with the hyper-individualist macho crowd that would watch this film from inside their bunkers--something like "I don't feel like following orders anymore"--but that is the absolute antithesis of Barry's entire being.

His whole sense of self is distorted around his need to follow orders and his desperation to not have to think for himself; when he starts to try to think for himself, it goes terribly almost every time and he digs himself deeper and deeper, making terrible decision after terrible decision until he can't come back from them anymore, if he ever could. Because he's never known how. He never learned. And that was never a problem within the trajectory of his life--in fact, it was preferable.

Barry sees himself as some kind of empty shell, and so does Fuches for a long time; it's convenient for Fuches and just a hollow truth for Barry that he doesn't give much thought. He's numb. He's tired. But you're not left with the impression that this is a new state of being for him--he's been a vessel for so long that he doesn't necessarily even feel the slide into major depression that follows his discharge. That's why he did so well in a rigid, hierarchical organization where independent thought is discouraged.

Anyway, it's just an interesting contrast. One of the most reinforced aspects of his character is his lack of self-direction and autonomy--either that he has none or that he doesn't know what to do with what little he has and so does nothing with it--but that doesn't play into the marketable fantasy that they're exploiting in-universe and satirizing IRL, and in fact it's inconceivable to the people writing the film because, to them, it makes him weak and discomfiting. They don't really know Barry; no one talked to him. It's based on hearsay and what they imagine that situation to be like. And one of the things they imagine is that of course this proud soldier would chafe against authority--that's what they would do, that's what their audience wants to believe they would do. It's what they do in these movies; it's satisfying, popular, and drives the narrative more than a drone would.

It's romanticized in the same way that the violence is glorified. He's out for himself while simultaneously upholding an incompatible social ideal, and this dissonance doesn't trouble them (for obvious reasons--namely because the rules don't apply to them, but also because they, too, lack the critical thinking skills that Barry does. They believe in rules, but for other people; they believe in consequences, but for other people--like we see Barry demonstrating when he wants to do the right thing, but he convinces himself that he should get away with horrific deeds because he's special, because he means well).

Meanwhile, the demographic it's marketed toward probably leans, ironically, more authoritarian, while unironically harboring this power fantasy that Barry stands in direct contrast to. He's reliably obedient. He doesn't question authority, for a long time. He doesn't think critically, only strategically and usually only in service of someone else's goals. And that's about the long and short of the demographic who would be really into the film. But Barry wants to believe that he's more than that--he grows to believe this, dissatisfied and trying to break free--and so does the audience.

And so Barry, who always did what he was told and wanted to be led by the hand through life for as long as he could and who was so profoundly lost for so long, is immortalized as an independent, self-actualized, decisive person overflowing with ambition and initiative--someone who forges his own path and knows what he's searching for. He's an otherwise self-reliant guy who's lost his way, not a guy forcibly ejected from his comfortable niche and struggling to be a person outside of it.

#barry spoilers #barry hbo spoilers #barry hbo #barry berkman #barry hbo meta #not even touching the irony of barry wanting to break into the acting business #and having his life turned into a film #that one's too obvious even for me to poke at

[sometimes-men-need-help-too]

Billie Eilish's latest comments about body-shaming haven't gone down well, especially after a 2019 interview resurfaced

Billie Eilish has received backlash for suggesting men don't get criticized for their appearances. Many commenters called her out for overlooking male body-shaming.

The 21-year-old singer was interviewed as part of Variety's "Power of Women" issue. Eilish reflected on the media attention and scrutiny she received after wearing a tank top in public aged 16, and went on to describe how she felt men were viewed in contrast.

"Nobody ever says a thing about men's bodies," Eilish told Variety. "If you're muscular, cool. If you're not, cool. If you're rail thin, cool. If you have a dad bod, cool. If you're pudgy, love it! Everybody's happy with it. You know why? Because girls are nice. They don't give a fuck because we see people for who they are!"

On November 13, entertainment news account Pop Base shared Eilish's remarks in a post to X, formerly Twitter, which received 36 million views and over 9,100 comments. While some people came out in support of the singer and seemed to agree with her stance, many hit back at her comments.

One user called Eilish's comments "a little tone deaf" as they felt both men and women could be judged, while others commented that women were more likely to receive criticism, but it was still false to suggest that men didn't receive any.

Some pointed to the physical traits they felt men were particularly judged on, including their height, body shape, and general appearance, although also expressed the view that scrutiny of female bodies is typically more intense and widespread.

Multiple X users referenced a community note they said had been added to Pop Base's post, although no such note is currently visible. Community notes are an X feature that allows users to add context to a post which will be shown publicly if enough contributors rate it as helpful.

Various users shared screenshots of what appears to be a community note on the post saying, "Billie Eilish has publicly criticized women dating 'ugly men' and has said that ugly men deserve nothing on recorded promotional interviews," followed by a YouTube link.

This is likely a reference to a 2019 interview with Eilish available on Pitchfork's YouTube channel.

"Why is every pretty girl with a horrible-looking man, I don't understand," she said during the interview.

"Listen, I'm not shaming people for their looks, but I am though. You give an ugly guy a chance, he thinks he rules the world," she said. "I swear to god, because they got a hot girl, they can be horrible? Like, you're still ugly though."

She went on to reference the size of men's genitals, suggesting it's something they would have to "make up for."

Many comments under the video posted over the four years it's been uploaded called Eilish out for negatively commenting on other people's looks, especially as she has been so public about those who criticized her appearance.

On X, many also mentioned the long history of objectification of Eilish, going back to her teenage years, suggesting her perception is understandable as a result.

Eilish has encouraged people to normalize "real bodies" in the past. She spoke out on this topic earlier this year and said it still hurt to see comments about her own body online, Insider previously reported.

Representatives for Billie Eilish did not immediately respond to Insider's request for comment.

First of all, it's blatantly untrue to think that men never receive criticism about their bodies. In a previous post of mine, I mentioned how some people reacted to seeing a picture of Jonathan Taylor Thomas for the first time in 2 years. Some people were of the opinion that he really let himself go.

There was an article about Keanu Reeves, I believe earlier this year. He was shown to be topless and people thought he was chubby.

I could go on.

If she truly thinks a man's body is just loved and accepted without a second thought, she is mistaken. Whether he's famous or he's not, somebody will have something to say. Maybe some people have never dealt with it, but that can't be said for men as a whole.

And then for her to say that girls won't care is wrong too. I'd bet anyone that's been body shamed by a girl would disagree.

#mens rights #body insecurities #body shaming

[ghost4meeks]

𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐊 | 𝐫. 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬

𖤐 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𖤐 * "𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊'𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒖𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑, 𝒋𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒓 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒆, 𝒊 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒊𝒕. …𝒓𝒂𝒚, 𝒊𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖." *

𖤐 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐬, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫, (𝐲/𝐧) 𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐮, 𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 (𝐲/𝐧) 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐬𝐬

𖤐 * 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒚 - 𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒌 *

𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄

The cops escorted Billy, Stu, and I to school, but the second they let me out the cruiser, I was swarmed by the press.

"How does it feel to avoid being brutally butchered?"

"What were your relations with the deceased?"

"Do you think the killings are related to your late father's death?"

A few of the cops already there stepped in front of me and tried to shoo the reporters away, and Billy and Stu stuck to my sides like magnets as we walked across the school lawn. 

"OMG, (y/n/n)! I'm so glad you're okay," Tatum exclaimed as she ran up to me, Sidney following close behind.

"You weren't hurt too bad, were you?" Sid timidly asked, giving me an apologetic look. 

 She knows what I'm going through and I felt bad for it. This was probably drudging up some painful memories and Sidney's come so far since her mom's death. 

"Nah, just a stab and a splitting headache. Nothing I can't handle," I assured with a smile. 

"To be on the safe side, we don't want you two to be alone, either," Billy chimed, placing a kiss on Sid's forehead and wrapping an arm around her waist.

Stu got behind Tate and wrapped his arms around her, pecking her on the cheek. "(y/n/n) did a number on 'im. I don't think the killer'll be able to have kids after what she did."

"Do they know who did it?" Tate asked as we all started towards the entrance.

"Fucking clueless. The doctor told me they didn't have any evidence of the killer being there, other than the damage to the house, my injuries, and Steve and Casey's bodies. Motherfucker knew what he was doing," I sighed, walking up the steps and through the doors.

"They're gonna start interrogating the entire school. Teachers, students, janitors."

"They think it's school-related?" Billy asked.

I shrugged. "It's a possibility. With the amount of information the killer knew about me, I wouldn't rule it out."

He looked like he made a mental note of it and continued on with his thoughts. Billy's always been a critical person. No doubt he was conducting his own investigation.

When I looked around, I finally noticed everybody  was staring at me, some looks sympathetic, and some completely disgusted.

"Well, how about we all go out tonight? We'll go to the drive-in and watch movie, hang out, and try to get our minds off this," Tate smiled, opening her locker to grab her things.

"Sure," I smiled, opening my locker, too. "I can get Randy to come."

"Get me to do what?" Randy asked, popping out from behind my locker door.

"Fuck, Randy!" I gasped, smacking him in the shoulder as he laughed, his goal accomplished. "Every time with you!"

"Sorry, sorry, force of habit," he smiled, throwing an arm around my shoulder.

I rolled my eyes and smiled. 

"We were planning on going to the drive-in after school. Wanna join?" Tate asked, Stu giving her neck kisses out of nowhere.

"A killer is on the lose, targeting students, and you wanna go to a drive-in?"  Randy shrugged. "Sure, why not."

"You know what movie they're playing tonight?" Billy asked, resting his chin on Sidney's head.

"Nightmare on Elm Street, I think," I answered.

Stu smirked and ran his fingers against the lockers like he had Freddy's glove on. 

"This...is God!" He quoted, pretending to cut his fingers off.

I rolled my eyes and chuckled.

"Are you guys sure? I mean with everything that happened last night-." Sid asked, Billy noticing her uneasiness and tightening his grip around her waist.

"Stu, Randy, and I with be there. And I doubt the killer'll try to attack out in the open like that," Billy assured, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

"See? Perfectly safe. And besides, Casey and Steve didn't bite it 'til after 10.....er, sorry, (y/n/n)," Tate tried to catch herself, but it came out before she could.

"It's fine," I assured her, sighing.

"Alright, I gotta get to homeroom," Sid wished us goodbye. She tried sounding as happy she could, but I knew the killer stuff was upsetting her.

"I'll walk you," Billy added, walking off with her, the two still attached to the hip.

"I gotta go, too. Stay safe," Tatum shut her locker, starting down the hall.

"Aim for the nuts!" Stu called to me as he followed her, Tatum smacking him in the arm and scolding him for shouting that so loud.

I laughed at Stu's joke before turning back to my locker.

"I actually, uh, I actually came to check on you," Randy started, leaning up against the lockers. "I heard about what happened last night. I went over to yours this morning but no one was there. I figured you were at the hospital or somethin'."

'He wanted to check on me that bad?'

My heart swelled at the thought.

"Oh, yeah. Billy and Stu picked me up from the hospital and I slept over at Billy's. They didn't want me to be at mine by myself. But thank you for checking on me, my knight in shining armor," I said dramatically, curtsying.

"My pleasure, m'lady," He played along, bowing as he took my hand.

I laughed as he stood back up.

"But what happened?" He genuinely asked. "I've been hearing everyone else's bullshit theories but I haven't heard from you."

I sighed, looking down at the ground.

'I should've known someone was gonna ask soon.'

"You don't have to answer if you're not ready," he caught my shift, his hand on my shoulder. "I was just curious."

"No, no, no. It's fine. I've been wanting to tell someone, anyway," I assured.

"Long story short, this guy called Casey and started threatening us, talking about gutting us and shit. We locked all the doors but he told us to look at the patio and we saw Steve bound and gagged to a lawn chair. The guy told us we had to play a game of horror movie trivia if we wanted Steve to live."

"Oh, you shoulda aced that! You're pretty good with horror," Randy complimented, confused on how we lost.

"I wasn't the one who got the question wrong. Casey was," I clarified.

"What were the questions?" he asked.

"He asked me who was the killer from Halloween-." "Micheal Myers," he answered without a beat.

"That's what I said," I agreed. "But he asked Casey who was the killer in Friday the 13th-." "Mrs. Voorhees," he answered again.

"That was the right one. But Casey said Jason," I sighed.

"Rookie mistake," Randy scoffed, the blatant error irking him.

"Well, Steve had to pay for it," I continued, shaking the image of his guts out my head. "After that the killer threw a chair through the patio door and attacked us. I sent Casey ahead as I fought him but he stabbed me and slammed the butt of his knife on my head. He would've killed me if I didn't kick 'im in the crotch a bunch of times. I managed to run to the front lawn but I dropped. And the last thing I remember was Mrs. Becker's scream and Casey's hanging body."

Randy's eyes were wide. "Holy shit. (y/n/n). I'm sorry you had to go through that."

He pulled me into a hug and my cheeks lit up. 

'Stop blushing, idiot! He's consoling you!'

"I'm okay. But I do have a theory," I started, trying to distract myself. He backed out of the hug and gave me an intrigued look.

"I think there's two of them. There's no way that the Ghostface guy that was attacking me would've had enough time to kill Casey in the time that I was running. There must've been another killer that attacked her."

"Are you sure?" Randy asked.

"Positive."

"Well, however many of them there are, I'll be here if you need me, okay?" he assured, about to pull me into another hug.

I smiled and was letting him get closer when Billy threw his arm around Randy's shoulder. "Hands where I can see 'em, buddy."

Randy yelped and I glared at the greasy-haired boy. 

"The both of you get to class," he ordered before walking away. 

"Okay, Dad!" I taunted as he walked away, but he waved me off. 

I groaned and rolled my eyes before turning back to Randy, who was still trying to catch his breath.

"I'm sorry about him. He's...Billy," I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose.

"More like the Boogeyman," he scoffed, standing up straight again.

"He does have a point. Let's get to class before Mr. Sweeney has a stroke," I tilted my head to point down the hall.

"I still think he's a werewolf," Randy smugly shrugged, walking down the hall with me.

"You've thought that since freshmen year," I scoffed, laughing.

𝒔 𝒄 𝒓 𝒆 𝒂 𝒎

"Remember, your principal loves you, and I want you to be safe. All students are encouraged to return to their homes promptly from school grounds. Avoid strangers, walk in twos and threes," Himbry announced over the PA.

Billy, Sid, Stu, Tate, Randy, and I were all sitting outside on the fountain, school being let out early that day.

"So what questions did they ask you, Sid?" Tatum asked, tilting her head.

"They asked if I knew Casey," She answered.

"They asked me what I was doing at her house," I chimed from my spot, my legs strewn over Randy's lap.

"Hey, did they ask you if you like to hunt?" Stu cheesed, resting his hand on the fountain's edge.

"Yeah, they did," Randy agreed, tossing a grape in the air and catching it in his mouth.

"Hunt? Why would they ask if you if you liked to hunt?" Tate asked.

"'Cause their bodies were gutted," Randy answered, tossing up another one. 

"Thank you, Randy," Billy sarcastically sighed, sitting up and giving me an apologetic look. 

I think I'm at the part of the grieving process where I am numb to feeling anything when someone talks about the deaths, 'cause I don't anymore.

'Enjoy it while it lasts.' 

"They didn't ask me if I like to hunt," I shrugged.

"It's 'cause there's no way a girl could've killed 'em," Stu smiled.

"That's so sexist. The killer could easily be a female. Basic Instinct," Tate disagreed, correcting Stu with annoyance.

"That was an ice pick. Not exactly the same thing," Randy chimed, correcting her.

"Friday the 13th is one," I added, poking Randy with a cocky smirk on my face.

Even though the Ghostface I fought with was a guy, I know for a fact that there were two. And that killer could've been a girl.

"Pffft. Like she could do anything," Stu scoffed.

'Did he not watch the movie?'

"You'd be surprised," Billy knowingly chuckled.

"Casey and Steve were completely hollowed out, and the fact is, it takes a man to do something like that," Stu simply stated, giving Tate a cocky look.

"How do you...gut someone?" Sidney shakily asked, obviously not wanting an answer.

"You take a knife, and you slit them from groin to sternum," Stu answered simply, everyone giving him that suspicious look.

Sidney looked immediately uncomfortable and I glared at Stu. "It's called tact, you fuckrag."

"Hey, Stu, didn't you used to date Casey?" Sidney asked, shifting the conversation.

"Yeah, for like, two seconds-." "Before she dumped him for Steve." Randy popped in.

"I thought you dumped her for me?" Tate asked, surprised and slightly angry.

"I did. He's full of shit," Stu assured, glaring at Randy.

"And are the police aware that you dated the victim?" Randy asked in a snooty voice.

"What're you saying? That I  killed her?" Stu sarcastically asked.

"It would certainly improve your high school "Q"," Randy shrugged.

"It's fine. Stu was with me last night," Tate smirked.

"Yeah, I was," Stu smirked as well, wiggling his eyebrows as he squeezed her. "And then I went to Billy's. That's when (y/n/n) called us and we picked her up."

"Oooo. Was that before or after he sliced and diced?" Randy growled ominously. I smacked him in the arm, silently telling him to cool it as Sidney squirmed again.

"Fuck you, nutcase. Where were you last night?" Tate scoffed.

"Working. Thank you," Randy smirked in a sing-songy voice.

"At the video store? I thought they fired your sorry ass," Tate smugly asked.

"Twice," Randy proudly smiled, popping another grape in his mouth.

"Three times if it weren't for me," I chimed, lifting my arm like.

"...Well, I didn't kill anybody," Stu shrugged.

"No one said you did," Billy chimed.

"Thanks, buddy."

"Plus, it takes a man to do something like that," Randy imitated Stu, making Stu's hand gestures.

"Yo, I'm gonna gut your ass in a second, kid," Stu laughed.

Randy tapped my thigh, his signal for me to move my legs. I did, and he got up to stand in front of Stu and Tate.

"Tell me something. Did you really put her liver in the mailbox? Because I heard that they found her liver in the mailbox next to her spleen and her pancreas," he joked in a Daffy Duck voice.

"Randy, you goon! I'm trying to eat her," Tate scoffed, putting down her grape and glaring at the boy.

"Light-weight," I chirped, chuckling as I tossed a grape in my mouth. I could hear Billy quietly snicker, too.

"Ooh, she's mad, right. You better liver alone," Stu teased, laughing heartily at his own joke. Again.

Sidney gave Billy a quick kiss before getting up and speed walking away.

Billy socked Stu in the gut as Stu continued to laugh.

"Ow! What?! Liver. Liver. It was a joke!" he defended.

𝒔 𝒄 𝒓 𝒆 𝒂 𝒎

#scream #scream x reader #randy meeks #randy meeks x reader #randy x reader #meeks x reader #horror #slasher

[bbygirl-aemond]

You may already be aware, but I actually found ppl going back and forth on Reddit about a post you'd made on here (re Viserys being a shite parent). It's under r/HouseOfTheDragon in case you ever wanted to check it out. I just recognized your name, as I follow you and it was shared as a screenshot from here.

lmao i will never get over how wild reposting on the internet actually is. that fucker has over a thousand comments and i had no idea until you told me just now! literally made a reddit account to try to add my voice to the din just to encourage people to discuss on the original platform so i can see but tbh people on reddit are a lot meaner than tumblr so i won't be mad if it doesn't get too many upvotes.

reddit's responses to this post is such an interesting case study in the polarization that's happening everywhere online. i get SO MANY accusations of being wildly biased from supporters of both "teams" all the time and it's funny because like am i too team green or too team black bc i can't be both right? mostly i think it's because people get really defensive when you criticize a character and assume it means you hate them. like bruh we are adults with big girl emotions can't it be a little more complex than that?

when i say i think viserys is a bad parent, i'm not saying it as team green propaganda. i've said before that rhaenyra is the rightful ruler and that i absolutely adore her as a character (let's just say aemond isn't my only babygirl). there's a reason i've written 100k+ words of fanfic designing a political scenario where she'll be able to happily rule without any of her children dying. spoiler alert: it's not because i hate her and think she's a bad ruler. and she's far from the only character on team black i love: daemon, jacaerys, lucerys, and baela all come to mind.

it's also really interesting to me that people see my opinion about viserys and, even though i literally did not mention rhaenyra, assume that i'm somehow shitting on her. it just goes to show how much they stand blindly by one team or another. that to criticize one member of their "team" feels to them like you're criticizing every member. like baby, i'm not the one making it about teams: you are! honestly, i understand why the team mentality was a good marketing move, but it really has been the death of critical thinking in this fandom. there are aspects of both that we're meant to root for, just as there are aspects of both we're meant to hate. none of these people are objectively morally good, and that's what makes it interesting, so why are we trying to pretend otherwise?

so while yes, i don't like viserys, why would i extend that dislike to rhaenyra? it's not like she forced him at gunpoint to do the things i'm criticizing him for lol. in fact, i think viserys did her just as dirty most of the time. i have another post in the works about this, but he neglected her for her entire childhood, groomed her best friend and dealt with telling her in the worst possible way, and made her heir in a bid for her affection yet did none of the actual work to honor her as a ruler. he could have made her his hand but instead he made her pour his wine?

now, again, just because we dislike part of something does not mean it's all bad. do i think viserys is generally quite a bad parent and person? absolutely. did i also cry ugly tears in the scene where he forces himself up from his literal deathbed to defend his daughter? yes. these two things can coexist.

also, because reddit is reddit, there are a bunch of comments that just miss my point about alicent and aemma entirely. i've already responded to those in a post here so i won't beat a dead horse too much. but to paraphrase: viserys married alicent because he liked her specifically not for duty or he would've married someone who wouldn't horrify the entire small council; and aemma didn't need to be alive and conscious for the pain she was put through at the end of her life. the things he did to his wives weren't necessary and i don't think we should be pretending they were.

lastly, it's really funny to me how many people incorrectly assumed i was a man in the comments. i'm genuinely the girliest girl to ever girl in real life (makeup jewelry and tits to the gods, sorority girly, the whole nine yards, i love it) and it gave me such whiplash. there's a joke to be made here about trying to weaponize male privilege somewhere.

#hotd #house of the dragon #viserys targaryen #viserys i targaryen #viserys #viserys i #rhaenyra targaryen #rhaenyra #alicent hightower #alicent #aemma arryn #aemma #show #books #team green #team black #hotd meta #meta

[shiyorin]

I just want to know what mommy Kether will say about primarchs, and what primarchs will say about Kether!!! 🙏

Bruh, you found my oc fics? Right?

But if you curious, then here we are.

Lion El'Johnson: Edgy loner, very original. Try socializing sometime.

Fulgrim: For one so obsessed with perfection and beauty, you sure make ugly decisions.

Perturabo: All that angst and bitterness will give you wrinkles. Oh wait...

Jaghatai Khan: Gotta go fast! Wise enough to stay out of your brother's squabbles.

Leman Russ: You'd be the lovable yet stupid sidekick in any story. Woof woof.

Rogal Dorn: Rules were meant to be followed, not taken so literally. Lighten up!

Konrad Curze: Creepy goth freak hiding behind "justice." Get some sunshine!

Sanguinius: Looks like an angel but hides devil horns under that halo of hair.

Ferrus Manus: Ah yes, hands man, very creative name. I bet you have awesome handshake skills.

Angron: All that rage will give you an aneurysm. Oh wait...

Roboute Guilliman: Mister Perfect falls for every propaganda leaflet. So gullible!

Mortarion: All that gloom and bitterness will spread like a plague. Oh wait...

Magnus: Your huge ego has blinded you to common sense. Literally!

Horus Lupercal: Traitor, hope you enjoy the hell you deserve.

Lorgar Aurelian: Spend your entire life searching for the right god to tell you what to think. Why am I not surprised.

Vulkan: Too nice for your own good. The universe will take advantage.

Corvus Corax: Your excuses for hiding in your room are getting old. Get a life!

Alpharius/Omegon: Who are you again? Doesn't matter, you're irrelevant.

Malcador: I thought you raised me better.

The Emperor: The absentee dad who somehow spawned this bunch.

***

Lion El'Jonson: Even the Dark Angels have more warmth.

Fulgrim: Beauty is wasted on her.

Perturabo: Studies philosophy just to have something to criticize.

Jaghatai Khan: When life gives her knives, she stabs life.

Leman Russ: The only thing sharper than her tongue is her combat blade.

Rogal Dorn: Always seeks to upset the order and tranquility I establish.

Konrad Curze: Her heart is blacker than a night on Nostramo.

Sanguinius: Beauty often hides a cruel heart.

Ferrus Manus: My hands build, hers only destroy.

Angron: Another kindred rebel, who chose a different path.

Roboute Guilliman: Criticizes everything, yet never offers a better solution.

Mortarion: Sneers so often it's become a permanent facial expression.

Magnus: Acts like she's better than everyone when she's just as flawed.

Horus Lupercal: Takes joy in needling others just to make herself feel superior.

Lorgar Aurelian: Seeks meaning and purpose, yet denies the truth right before her eyes.

Vulkan: Could lighten up a little? Life's too short to be so grim.

Corvus Corax: Flits in the shadows laughing at others' misfortune.

Alpharius: The book she's writing is titled '1001 Ways to Annoy People.

Omegon: I told you, I'm Alpharius.

Malcador: I thought I raised you better.

The Emperor: I thought Malcador raised you better.

#shiyorin's answer #kether #my oc #for my ocs

[astraltrickster]

You always need to question rules. This isn't the same as ignoring them or doing the opposite of whatever you're told; every rule that exists is there for a reason.

Sometimes, the reasons are terrible. Digging deep into some of the more absurd laws on the books often ends up revealing that they were, in fact, excuses to ban cultural practices covertly, without doing so outright and running afoul of constitutional protections, or that they were conceived to keep disabled people from existing in public, or any number of other heinous purposes. It's imperative to question these and find the rot at their core.

Sometimes, the reasons are extremely bizarre phenomena that will make your life that much richer for knowing about them - for instance, a state law in Alabama bans people from carrying an ice cream cone in their back pocket; it turns out that this is because once upon a time, horse thieves would lure horses away by stashing tasty treats in their back pockets and claim that they weren't stealing, the horse just followed them away, leading to a law being passed to close the loophole of plausible deniability. On a more serious and still currently relevant note, this is also part of why it's illegal in various states to shoot Bigfoot - aside from the obvious fact that if someone finds a Bigfoot for real it's most likely critically endangered, if you accidentally (or not-so-accidentally 😬) shoot another hunter, "I thought they were Bigfoot!" isn't a valid excuse!

Which leads me to the third category. You see, some rules...some rules exist for extremely good reasons.

From OSHA regulations, to housing codes, to even the most seemingly spurious warning label on any product you buy, safety rules are written in blood - and it's not always in ways that are immediately obvious. No, the lawyer who helped write up the manual for your table saw probably doesn't think that you'll have an unsupervised toddler operating it if you weren't warned otherwise, nor does the one who put "do not take internally" on the warning label for that bottle of industrial chemicals think you'll drink them if left to your own devices - but rather, they're aware that your boss may not have such common sense, or worse yet more likely, that he doesn't care. Those warnings are written with a dark awareness of a long and horrible history of labor abuses, from the reasons why child labor laws exist, to the horrifying case of the Radium Girls.

And it is because of that, because for every other safety warning I've seen I know there's a boss who wants to ignore it, there is one legendary safety label, whispers of which I've seen on the internet for over a decade, which absolutely haunts me.

What in the world is the horror story behind the legendary chainsaw bearing the warning "DO NOT STOP CHAIN WITH HANDS OR GENITALS"?

#tag later

[itoshi-s]

Have you ship ur moots yet? If you haven't I kinda wanna see it :)

hi nonnie !!! UH OH i had to let it marinade in my inbox for a lil but it's here finally ˃̵ᴗ˂̵

considering i'm moots with quite a few people on here,, i included just these that i interacted w the most / followed for the longest !! </3 i love each n every single one of u tho MWAH bbies !

@garoujo & nagi ,, they're endgame </3 i don't make the rules they come in a pack ! sweetest gamer couple ever !!!!! have u seen them at the gym 2gether !! @_@ u cannot tell me otherwise n if you think any different,, you're delirious LOL

@haitanisbug keelo my beloved ,,,, u belong w the haitanis in a poly ship </3 PLEASEEEEE you'd rock their world. and make them do the filthiest most insane shit 2 each other. MHM MHM i am rooting for this . also: shinichiro >_< keep that boy on a leash !

@tinymaru & reo !!!!! OBVIOUSLY DUH ! reine makes his rich boy ass so whipped i know it . reo's told me himself he's so in luv ong o_o also have u seen them on a double date w/ seishiro & emmie .. THE CUTEST ever !

@yaakultt n loser isagi ........ the pretty sassy girlfriend w her lame golden retriever bf .. >_< BUT ALSO ever since i picked up hq i SOOOO definitely get ur selfship w kags. it just works. i see it so well kayla i am a BIG fan !!!!

@katasstrophy RIVER hear me out.. let me tell u soMETHING LET ME TELL U SOMETHING ... sae .. it makes SOOOOO much sense. he'd LOVE u and your snarky ass. constant teasing but he smiles at u when you're not looking. PLSSSS also. ever since u outed urself as a ushijima kinda gal .... yeah.. i see it vividly he adores u. somethin about u being an aspiring writer ,, abt u being all crazy n fun and him just @_@ falling head over heels for u bc you're similar in a way but then again,, there's some differences that make it so much more enthralling. SOBBING i have sm more to say abt both of these ships

@ryudoll *slams fists on the table* RYUSEI !!!!!!! i don't take any criticism @_@ the sweetest shy gf w/ her clinically insane boyfie ??? HELLO ?? jae you'll always be the otp in my eyes ! always forever ! he's your crazy doberman boyfriend BUT u keep him on a lil pink leash and he always comes crawling back </3 PLEASE this is so cute. i am biting my fist as we speak

@lalunanymph DAWN PLS .. KAKUCHO.. i remember reading ur works back in my tokrev era and you were the one (1) single content creator on here to make me see the potential in this man !!!! how else would u do that if u weren't literal soulamtes o_o y'all just. belong together. all classy but sweet. thinkin of u two in the bonten timeline....... how you'd ABSOLUTELY turn heads ........ you're the IT couple you're the moment ! </3

@iitoshi ALL THE RINS !!!!!! all of em ! pls the way i can't wait to get to hq s4 just to meet suna n see the yet another rin that bagged u ! >_< but also !!!!! idk how u feel abt him but your vibes make me think of mitsuya sm </3 you're both the sweetest n I KNOW he'd be obsessed. i wanna see that happen mhm mhm

@saetoshis KUNIGAMI !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NNGHHHHHH or or or tengen OR ANY BEEFY MAN U DESIRE MOSHI ! cuz u would bag them 100000000%. i think of you and i think of big juicy sturdy men ! kuni is my 1st choice tho <3 you're his biggest fan n he makes sure he shows gratitude in ... various ways........ some filthier than others ADKLHK but you're the sweetest couple ik it </3

@no3tis LALA HEAR ME OUT .. bachira ............. @_@ I KNOW you'd be the most fun couple 2 be around and i'd most probably piss myself laughing around u two LOL you're both insane n i lub u <3 you give me such similar vibes but it WORKS i can see you together so well !!!!!!1 one of these couples that u glance at and just FEEL that they're perfect for each other !

@haithamuse ESTHER i might not know the al haitham guy just yet but. BUT ! he gives me v smart vibes and so do u and IT WORKS in my mind !!!!! idc if i got it wrong cuz it's 1000% true to me (>_<) !! but also. let me just suggest ....... the man himself that you'd DEF bring down on HIS knees instead !!! kaiser @_@ pls you're already like past the language barrier n almost neighbors too. just fall in love already i wanna see that happen KDAJHAK

@dark-mnjiro n barou !!!!!! PLSSSS lee. sigh you'd make this man reach his full malewife potential that we all KNOW he has. you're the couple that makes everyone heal !!! the couple that makes all ur friends feel like you're the parents of the group LOOOOL the vibes are immaculate n u always make me feel so giddy whenever we interact ! it only makes sense u make shoei feel the same & put his guard down around u ! </3

#SOB if i missed u on here i am so sorry ! i am writing these off the top of my head ! #it's so messy but i hope it makes sense LOL i went off vibes n self ships / thirsts mostly cuz some of these are like .. canon ..... #i don't make the rules !!!!! you're soulmates in like a different reality or some shit i just know it #it's the gut feeling mhm mhm ! #n i looooove applying the personality of u online to the way u choose your favs. like. it's always connected and i love working it all out #it makes sm sense most of the time <3 and it's so exciting #also the nonnie that sent in the bllk moot matchup rq #i hope its sufficient enough lol </3

[starrbee]

An extract from Jians story:

“ “We have been brothers for years, Azure. You have been my world in that time, I don't remember a time without you.”

Jians words are quiet, and Azure barely hears them before they drift away on the wind.

“You always told me that I belong to no one, and that I should always come to my own conclusions before following anyones lead. I should keep my own morals and ideals and not sacrifice them for anyone.”

Jian sighs softly and continues to speak.

“You're a hypocrite Azure.

As soon as my morals and ideals did not align with yours, you tried to get me to sacrifice them because we’re ‘family’. Yet you didn’t listen to me when I told you we needed to prepare more. I knew that we would lose someone in that battle, it just so happened to be our strongest soldier.”

Azure sighed and moved closer to Jian.

“You know we had no-”

“We had a choice, Azure.”

Jians voice shook. Tears threatened to fall from their amber eyes, their usual glow dimmed in the evening shadows.

“Another chance would have come about.

I’m not going to follow you like a blind duckling anymore. I have seen your anger, I have heard your words. They drip like nectar from your lips, inviting your prey into your maw, just to bite down on them when they don't follow all of your hidden rules, or when they don't do what you want.”

Jian turned to Azure, looking him in the eye.

“I’m afraid Azure-”

“You don’t have to be Jian! We can-” Azure interrupted, his tone anxious.

“I’m not done.”

Jian’s voice shook, but their face told of their anger.

“I’m scared of You. I’m scared of not knowing what I need to do, because you never tell us what you want exactly. Wukong was our brother, yet you turned on him like a bull on a red flag. I'm scared that If I fail the same will happen to me.”

Azure looked worriedly at Jian, “I would never do that. You know that, don’t you?”

Jian looks away and pausing. “I don’t. Especially after earlier.” 

The silence seemed to go on forever.

“This can be talked about in the morning, Jian”

“Yea” 

Jian’s voice was quiet and shaky. Azure walked away, looking over their shoulder every so often to make sure they were still there.

Jian collapsed as soon as Azure was outside of eyeline. Their breaths heavy and shallow. Azure had been their only safety net for years, so the fact that they had all these doubts over the years had always seemed like blasphemy . Jian had looked to Azure as a perfect person for so long, but now surrounded by outside influences, they had seen how weird and unhealthy these anxieties and doubts in their relationship were. Azure’s temper was explosive. Jian was constantly tripping over ‘hidden rules’ for years now, constantly having to tiptoe around him. They thought that this talk would of taken some weight of their shoulders but now it felt like it was all they could think about. Like it was being rammed down their throat, with no time to let them breathe.”

Some things I was thinking about while writing this (thanks to one of my IRL friends who read through it for me!) :

Azure has been Jians safety net for years, so much so Jian only has a couple of friends, and isn’t even that close to them because they were constantly moving. Azure was also the one who raised them, so with this all coming together, any thoughts against him would feel like blasphemy

Jian doesn’t shout. They have a silent anger.

also their afraid to give criticism, on the off chance the person takes it the wrong way-

Thanks for reading!!

#monkie kid oc #lego monkey kid oc #lmk oc #oc artist #oc drawing #lmk oc art #oc digital art #Lmk oc lore #oc writing #lmk oc writing

[malevolentmango]

for the writer meme, all the primes (1 not included)!

hi mis you're an absolute terror (affectionate) cracks knuckles okay let's do this. I'm just gonna go ahead and put this under a read more from the get go, it's gonna be long laksjfd

link to the ask meme!

2. Do you plan each chapter ahead or write as you go?

I do a secret third thing called "hallucinate wildly about scenarios and then put them in an order that eventually becomes an outline and chapters."

3. Describe the creative process of writing a chapter/fic

see above

But really though, to use wyab as an example, once I had an idea of the direction I wanted the story to go I just broke down the scenes in a way that made sense and tried to keep a sort of overarching theme for each chapter. Which is why those chapters ended up so long. >.>

5. Do you like constructive criticism?

Only from people I trust <3

7. How do you choose which POV to write from?

I choose the one that I think would make the fic more interesting! Like, wyab would not have worked if it was primarily Goro's POV, even though his perspective on certain scenes would've been really cool. Though now that I'm thinking about it, I do tend to favor Akira...

11. Link your three favorite fics right now

Been working my way through MistressEast's After Hours at Leblanc series for the past week or so (I'm a slow reader alskjdf), it's fantastic!

Also obsessed with @honeysweetcorvidae's NG+ AU and a certain someone's rebel AU. :3c

13. What’s a common writing tip that you almost always follow?

In high school one of my AP English teachers told me the word "that" is often unnecessary in a lot of the places people use it and can drag down the flow of your writing and ever since I've been culling it from my sentences unless it's actually necessary. There were at least two places in that one sentence where I tried to use it!!

17. What do you do when writing becomes difficult? (maybe a lack of inspiration or writers block)

Cry. Do something else. Pretend my writing never existed.

Serious answer: Music helps me focus a lot! I either have a full playlist for each writing project, or a handful of songs that work for me for things like oneshots. Reading through what I've already written or my notes can also help because it reminds me why I was excited about the thing in the first place (this is a double-edged sword - sometimes it's just frustrating alksjf).

19. What is the most-used tag on your ao3?

Top 3 for funsies. You might say I'm predictable.

23. Best writing advice for other writers?

Oh I should not be giving anyone advice. Uh. I think my favorite bit of advice in general is that you should absolutely say fuck the rules when it comes to grammar, but you do have to know what the rules are first. Break them in a way that's impactful.

29. What’s your revision or editing process like?

I have trained and worked as an editor, so I can be kind of ruthless with myself sometimes. I do at least one pass where I just pick every line apart and make it sound as good as possible, but I try to limit myself to just one of those, maybe two if it's a scene I'm really into/worried about. I'm also guilty of editing as I write, but I've gotten better at quelling that over the years!

31. Do you start with the characters or the plot when writing?

I guess technically the characters because a lot of my stuff is very character-centered/driven. The plot often comes from me going "what happens if I put [character(s)] in [situation]?"

37. How do you choose where to end a chapter?

Depends! I try to make it impactful regardless, whether that's a cliffhanger or just something punchy and meaningful. For wyab, I decided that the last scene of each chapter would be from Goro's POV - like we were checking in on him hehe. I thought it was fun!

41. Do you tend to reread fics or are you a one-and-done kind of person?

Generally one-and-done! But I do reread in certain cases, like when I was writing the epilogue for wyab and wanted to make sure I was calling back to earlier parts of the fic correctly. Or when I'm thinking about sequels... >.>

43. Do you take a sadistic joy in whumping your characters, or are you more the "If you hurt them I would kill everyone and then myself" kind of person?

I am the embodiment of the "angst with a happy ending" ao3 tag so. both?

47. How many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting?

Answered this earlier but I try to leave it at one pass! If I do more than that I tend to start hating my own writing and/or talk myself out of posting it alskjfa

53. How do you spend your time when it comes to fanfiction? Are you primarily a fic reader, writer, or a perfect 50/50 split of both?

idk if it's a perfect split exactly, but I'm definitely both! I think it fluctuates - when I first got into p5, I devoured a large portion of the shuake tag before writing anything at all. And then I got absorbed in my own writing and barely read anything that wasn't friend fics alskjdf

59. Does anyone in your personal life know you write fic? if not, would you tell anyone?

At this point all of my friends are also fic writers and/or in fandom lmao. But my family doesn't know, and I simply do not want to explain all that to them.

61. Why do you continue writing fics?

Because I love the characters! I want to make them dance for me :3c

67. Do you prefer prompts and challenges, or completely independent ideas?

Both! I like going full indulgence with my own ideas, but prompts are great for challenging myself.

71. When it comes to more complicated narratives, how do you keep track of outlines, characters, development, timeline, ect.?

Again using wyab as an example: The entirety of the fic is in one google doc. Makes it easy to search for things, and to make outlines. Part of the reason I added the p5-esque calendar dates was to keep myself on track, and to indicate that time was passing without having to spell it out every time. Other than that... I tend to stream of consciousness write my notes as they come to me and organize them later.

73. What do you think makes your writing stand out from other works?

oh god uhhhhh. fuck. I guess probably the fact that I try to balance flowery language with overall concise storytelling makes my writing style pretty distinct? And I'm a slut for themes and metaphors, and that definitely comes through too.

#gauntlet complete #that was fun actually thanks mis <3 #ask meme #mango writes things

[4getfulimaginator2022]

Runaway Swan, chapter 3/5

Chapter 3: Parley

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Mary Margaret considered herself to be a mild-tempered sort of person. She never got angry with the cashier who miscounted her bill, never yelled at the neighbor's dog that repeatedly destroyed her tulip patch in the front yard, and never spanked her mischievous toddler of a son, Neal.

Overall, she believed herself to be patient, and she worked hard to keep her temper in check.

But the article about Emma in the Times detonated Mary's tenuous hold on her self-control and she snapped. Blew a gasket, erupted ― the works.

David had to listen to her tirades every night, as she went off about every citizen in town who had ever did her wrong. She scolded her baby and put him in time-out for the first time in his short life, called out the neighbor on the hideous landscaping that was his two yards and his damn vandal of a dog ― and she got into a spat with Mayor Regina about street maintenance, of all things. She even told off Leroy, the local drunk, and called him a "grumpy dwarf."

For being the town's sweetheart, Mary Margaret was quickly becoming what Emma liked to term a "bad-ass warrior."

And it was all thanks to one Killian Jones, temporary resident of Storybrooke.

"The nerve of that bastard ," Mary Margaret exclaimed as she poured over the notes Emma had stolen from the man. "Saying that even your friendships are questionable, that you're leading on every man you meet to think you're the one. What a son of a bitch."

Emma sighed. "That...kind of was my first impression too."

The gleam in her friend's eyes intensified. "There's got to be something in the town charter ― some rule, some loop-hole that we can use to force the asshole to leave. I'll talk to Regina and see what I find ― true, she's still pissed at me for saying that romancing a married man is wrong, but―"

"I don't want that."

Mary Margaret shook her head like a startled dog. "I must not have heard you correctly. You don't want to get rid of the man ― pardon me, degenerate ― who ruined your name and smeared your personal life across a globally read newspaper?"

She licked over her lips, resting her head on her arms. The table was cool enough to make the wood a soothing contrast to her heated skin. "Okay, I'll admit that at first...I wanted revenge. I wanted to make him suffer, for picking me out of the fricking crowd and criticizing me. But..." Emma gestured at the handwriting etched on dozens of pieces of paper. Jones had gone all out, researching her very existence, let alone her almost-marriages. "He's just going to write about me ― again. It's why he came here."

"You're...sure about that?"

She sighed into her elbow. A moody classical sonata vibrated from the CD she had accidentally swiped from his room along with all his files. It was sort of nice, really. Jones listened to nice music? "Maybe...instead of trying to thwart him...I should beat him at his own game."

Her friend was considering the idea. Her lips curved into a smile. "'Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.'" She raised an imaginary wine goblet to Emma. "I like this plan."

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Killian didn't get easily spooked. He was rarely frightened of anything, really.

But the sight of Emma Swan, sitting at the desk in his hotel room, lounging in front of his open laptop, nearly gave him a bloody heart attack when he opened the door.

"How the bloody hell did you get in here?" he exclaimed. He threw his keys down on the coffee table. "That git, Anton, is asking for more trouble than he can chew."

"Well, to be fair," she waved a bobby pin at him, "this time, I let myself in. No desk clerk involved."

Killian rolled his eyes. "Good, because I was starting to think you had a cult following in this town. Emma Swan: Maine's Aphrodite."

"Aphrodite?"

Oh, so she hadn't heard this story. "Aphrodite ― goddess of lust and love?" He shrugged at her puzzled frown. "In Ancient Greece, she was believed to attract men like flies to honey. Unable to resist her charms, they were besotted. She had a magic girdle and all the...necessary equipment."

"Besotted? Girdle?" Her lips stretched into a teasing smile. "I don't have any of those things, Professor."

"But you do know how to cast aside the men in your life, after you've used them, without a second thought."

Her eyes grew flat and cold. All at once, the light tone of the conversation had shifted, so he prepared himself for the upcoming onslaught of vituperative language.

She gave a great sigh and gestured at the room. "That's why I'm here. You're getting my story all wrong ― again. I want to help you write the truth."

Sure she did. He crossed his arms over his chest. "Had fun reading my notes last night?"

"Yes, they were very insightful," she scoffed. "Nothing better than seeing exactly what your enemy thinks of you."

She might think this a game, but he was done playing it. "You mean, seeing your actions in an objective light?" He smirked, just for good measure.

Her face turned red. "Look ― I came here to tell you that ― whatever this is, this hate-fest between us ― it's over. I'm done with it."

"Just as I'm done with you," he replied coolly, keeping his temper in check. "Now if you'd be so kind to return what you took, darling ― stolen property, as it were ― I'll be finishing up my research in about a week, and then be out of your hair. All in time for your big day."

She cocked her head, peering at him sideways. "You're not staying? I thought Graham invited you to the wedding."

"He did. But I don't need to stay and witness the fourth train wreck in order to write about the previous three. No doubt your lovely little town will advertise it nonetheless, shouting the news from rooftop to rooftop. Your local anchorman ― Victor, is it? ― promised to email me the new video right after it debuts."

It was rather delightful, watching how she had to grit her teeth hard to stop herself from snapping at him. "You've made yourself quite at home in Storybrooke, haven't you? Knowing all the right people. Always thinking about what to do next so you can destroy my reputation more."

Is that what she thought? He shook his head. Hearing his column's moniker, remembering Liam and his goodness the past few days...it had taken away his hate and left him dry sober, reeling from guilt. Being a selfish, ruthless bastard was not something he wanted to be known for. He could accept his fate, if need be ― but he would not accept a fate he could change for the better.

"Aye, I call things as I see them," he said quietly. "But believe me, it was never my intention to ruin your life, Swan. I jumped into hot water on a whim. My mistakes are why I have to make up for them now."

Her expression, tight and fierce, softened. "So you'll agree? To my help?"

He chewed on his bottom lip. "And just what does this offer of help entail, hmm? What is the price?"

She gave him a calculating look. "Who says there's a price?"

"There's always a price. Especially from first-hand sources."

It seemed like Swan was trying hard to smother a grin. "Well...from what I figured, you must be getting some kind of allowance...severance pay, perhaps?" He arched an eyebrow. "And with a first-person interview, there is a ninety-nine percent chance you will actually sell that story. Everything adds up."

"Doesn't it, now?" he snapped. "And what would your cut be, may I ask?"

She swiveled in the chair once before jumping onto her feet and standing up. "One thousand dollars. I want a beautiful dress, the whole shebang ― and for that, I will answer all of your questions and let you follow me around town."

"Don't I do that already?" He leaned in until they were almost nose to nose. "Frankly, love, I don't need your permission or your cooperation."

She smirked. "True. There is that alternative. And I could file a restraining order against you ― and have David throw your ass in jail for harassment. But I don't have to."

Bloody woman. He groaned. "Of course. Blackmail. The most effective method of compromise."

"Hey, who said anything about blackmail?" she said sweetly. "I'm talking about favors. You do me a favor, I do you a favor. No one gets hurt. The perfect solution."

Running a hand through his hair, he strode over to the mini-fridge and pulled out a Coke. "Six hundred is the most I can afford."

"Seven-fifty, then."

The little she-wolf dared to haggle with him? He pursed his lips. "No, too much."

That didn't keep her from her pursuit. "Six-fifty?"

He chuckled under his breath, wondering what Liam would think, seeing him argue with Emma Swan over the price of a bloody interview. He would come to regret this ― but to hell with it. "Done, lass. But from now on, I call the shots. First, I get my documents back. Second, I'll give you half now, the rest when I finish writing the article."

She shrugged, pointing at the carefully stacked folders on the desk ― right next to his computer. Aha. 

He stuck out his hand. Hesitating, she shook it, as firmly as she could muster.

"Now..." Killian cleared his throat and let out a sigh. "Let me find my checkbook."

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Runaway Swan on AO3

Chapter 1 on Tumblr

Chapter 2 on Tumblr

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[the-firebird69]

I'm going to get a court injunction to stop the demolition of the hospital and I do realize that it's his hospital up north and Sarasota is someone else we think it's Tommy f and he's probably being on both of us my friend says I don't give a s*** that I'm not to be subjugated in prison or anything like that or people get f***** up by nature it's natural law he says I understand natural why now Tommy f is beating on us because the hospitals he's making it so they're useless too and you say you know about it that's why it's worth less too he's been doing it to me the whole time we noticed that too but other people do it and think they're great so I should lose my hospital because I think I'm great yeah basically what do you think you think being a wigger is legal so I understand something you're a killer too and so am I I'm saying I can get in your apartment and you say I can't because someone will shoot me dead like they have 10 times you should put it on the news so it happens more God bless you I'm going to get you out I'm getting you out of your house you f** I'm going to own your apartments so you can take your contracts and jam up your ass was going to see you for all of them the old school too stupid you f****** deaf n***** f*** you by the way f*** you and all day long like John remillard start barking like little dog every time someone says something you didn't listen to me now you're going down the tubes I told you not to f*** with me and you are they're going to die you're going to burn on a fire cuz he's going to sacrifice these idiots and nobody gives a s*** you dumb f****** retard

No one says that to me that's b******* I'm small you're saying the right things because it's true and I'm care for it and he says who gives a s*** who cares about you nobody I understand something I'm alone now cuz you're saying that good I'm alone cuz you're doing this s*** nobody wants to die for some f****** useless trash f****** luggage a****** get this straight I'm mad right now it's going to come out smooth hard and solid and wipe all your f****** little s**** off the face of the planet.

I guess I said and did the wrong thing here it's wrong it's perverse and stupid I was doing the wrong thing in westborough everybody's researching my s*** and it's rancid I probably deserve to exit I'm so small I tried to survive though tried to go by the rules and there are none trying to see something there are rules and these idiots don't don't follow them I had decide with him cuz nobody else would side with me and being abusive and I should pay for it he says and I want to be further abused so you can take threatening me and jam it up your ass they're going to rip your s*** f****** out and they're going to rip you apart like they have been what's the problem here deaf boy he's saying to me you're so f****** stupid you had a perfect job they told me to back off you should have you should have gone after a cream pop for the money said you went after him like some sort of idiot. That's constructive criticism is correct but these people seem to be supporting me they're not they're just stupid you got a lean position and I'm trying to him all the time trying to kick him out of my own apartment it doesn't make any sense they're going to tear it down and make sure it doesn't I saw the permit application last week so I know they're doing it and it's provoked by Tommy f he doesn't seem to care says what would you say to someone who's declaring their friends and there's doing what you're doing suppose I understand that there's a whole bunch of ferocious cannibals out there and yeah you're trying to put me on the street you dumb f****** retard

Stan

It's just going to go on and on he's stupid he had injured and he's an idiot now we're going to make him pay for it cuz he won't change and by the way the cannibals are kind of working for him cuz you're a moron and they see you turning on them all the time and Jason wants your ass says you have stuff and you can smell it most people can't figure it out so we talk about it he goes after you and there's some cover

Thor Freya

Usually they go after Max and you're a Mac so God bless you for being so honest Stan

Zues Hera

And shut the f****** too I'm going to slap her fines and penalties on you ground chop hands off okay

[alixdelcourt]

Maybe other ones opinions matter more to you than ours

Pairing Katsuki Bakugou x female reader x Eijirou Kirishima

Genre : angst to fluff and comfort at the end.

WC and warnings : 1.5 k / Polyrelationship, Angst, feeling down, abandon, injury, mention of hospital and sedative. Please be careful reading this, and skip it if you're insecure or sensitive, you'll just get hurt. Please be careful.

Note : Hey everyone, I am back ! I am sorry, I wasn't on hiatus so I didn't warned you, I was just sick and trying to recover. And now that I am totally healed, I promise that I'll catch all your requests up quickly ! Today's work is @d3nk1x's request. I am sorry it took my like forever to achieve it, really sorry. I hope that you’ll like it, please let me know, and feel free to ask anything else. I kinda like your requests :)

Requests are still open, and since my college year is over, I am totally free to write whenever I want. And I am bored a bit, so please send many requests if you want, I will be happy to oblige !

The heart has its reasons which Reason knows nothing of… What was sure is that you loved them, from the bottom of your heart. But it wasn’t enough for you to be completely at ease with the relationship that you, Eijirou and Katsuki are entertaining. Well, such relations aren’t usual and you prefer to keep it for you. What would it be if people, even your friends, discover this part of your intimacy and feel free to criticize, or worse to judge you and to deprecate it… Would your ‘couple’ survive all of this ? You prefer not to take the risk. A happy life is a discreet one.

But, your significant others are not on the same page. Like, for the boys, you’re all adults and old enough to make your own choices. You chose them, you brought them together, so why couldn’t you assume this decision ? Why three people in love would be so odd ? This subject was the only point of contention for you, that comes up more and more often. Like tonight.

The three of you were in Katsuki’s room, for the usual nightly cuddles. To have some affection before going to sleep, each one in his own dorm room. For the other students not to notice, Eijirou is the first to leave, and after a couple of minutes, you follow him. But tonight, the guys made a big deal out of it. You argue, explaining again for like the thousandth time your position.

“I just… I just don’t feel comfortable with people knowing that I am in love with two guys. Maybe it’s okay for you to share the same girlfriend, but this isn’t was girls do.”

“And who cares about other girls ? They just don't know what they are missing !”

Eijirou winked at you, trying to make you laugh and give it all up as a joke, but you weren’t laughing. He sighed, and let your mutual boyfriend try. And he did. Like Katsuki really tried. He took your hand, and made you look at his crimson stare.

“Please, Y/n. Let us love you in full view of everyone. I am tired, we’re both tired of paying attention to our reactions around you. We just want to give you all the attention you deserve and the love you generate at any time, not bottling it up or botch it between two training sessions. I don’t want to hide anymore, because this means we’re doing something wrong. And we’re not. So please.”

He’s meaning what he’s saying, and you know it. Katsuki Bakugou ain’t one to beg, for anything. But even if this was the sweetest and the most romantic thing he has ever told you, you can’t overcome your fear. Which deeply hurt the boys in front of you. The ash blond haired released your hand.

“Maybe other ones opinions matter more to you than ours”

Usually, when he’s this rude, Eijirou stands up for you, but today he’s way too hurt and he agrees with Katsuki. Too many words jostle on your tongue, but none were sufficient for you to express how you’re feeling. With obvious teary eyes, you stand up and leave quickly before bursting in cries. You try to convince yourself that you’re feeling this way because they’ve been harsh on you, pressuring you like this, but you can’t fool yourself. Nothing hurts like the truth.

But you made it. You managed to sleep, and in the morning, you decide that you’re moving forward and as usual, leave the situation as it is. But you quickly notice that it’s not the case for Eijirou and Katsuki. When you went for breakfast, they were already done and heading to their own classes. Usually, you have your have your meals together and they accompany you before going about their business. Usually, Katsuki cooks in the morning, and you make the boys tea. Usually, Eijirou takes all of the bags on his shoulders because it’s manlier and ‘every little training helps’. But today was nothing like usual. You tried to avoid your paranoia during the whole morning, but you couldn’t anymore at lunch. They literally rejected you. In front of everyone. Maybe you finally ruined everything by yourself.

When you arrived to the cafeteria, you decided to wait for them before realizing that they weren’t late, but they didn’t wait for you. They were already eating with some classmates. Sero noticed you, lining up alone for your lunch and staring, with a troubled expression on your face.

“Why isn’t Y/n with you today ? The three of you are always together… Something happened ?”

“She decided that our company is no satisfying enough for her. We would not want to force her.”

You weren’t that far from them, and Eijirou’s hard words were sharp and loud enough to reach your ears. He said it that loud on purpose.

“I thought that you and her had a thing… Aren’t the two dating or something like this ?”

Katsuki growled at Denki’s curiosity.

“None of your business, you dumbass”

“I was asking Eijirou ! Of course, no one would date your rude ass”

“He’s right, Denki. Our love life is none of your business”.

No one could possibly ask anything after this, even if they took each other’s hand. They ain’t persons to take criticism. They just proved you that you can’t cut off people’s curiosity. You’re just not strong enough. So you ate alone, and reached the afternoon training late, sorrowed and unmotivated.

Since your two regular partners for training were sulking you, you paired up with Midoriya, who needed help for his frontal attacks. You were strong enough to repulse him sometimes, by putting all your frustration into your fight, and you were agile enough to avoid him when he was too strong. It wasn’t like your usual trainings, but it was instructive in that you were learning new things. And suddenly, just when your sadness has eased a little thanks to work, everything went so fast that you couldn’t understand. First, your eyes caught a familiar vision. Second, your turned your head to see that Katsuki was proudly and fiercely kissing a blushing Eijirou, that wasn’t ashamed to kiss him back. Third, your eyes went wide open, and your mouth in awe.

“… - SMASH !”

Fourth, everything faded away.

Before you open your eyes, you can tell that you’re in a hospital. The smell of disinfectant and the beeping of machines weren’t misleading. And when you opened your eyes, The memories came along with the severe pain. You remember… Izuku, Eijirou, Katsuki… Recovery girl… The hero trainer… The ambulance… The injury, the pain and the cries… The sedative… And then nothing. You got injured during the training, you weren’t paying attention and you received Izuku’s attack you were supposed to block or avoid with full force. If you were a villain, he would have neutralized you, which was the purpose of the training. He isn’t the one to blame, nor are the two who caught your attention. From the very beginning, you were the only culprit. And just when you were thinking of them, you heard Katsuki’s voice grunt behind the curtain that was surrounding your convalescence bed.

“We have to see her ! Oi listen you-”

“We’re in a hospital, quieter !”

“Please, doctor, let us see her. We are so worry, and we need to be by her side when she’ll wake up”

Eijirou’s pleading voice was trying to convince the relentless doctor.

“You’re not her family, I can’t allow you to do so. I am sorry, rules are rules.”

Someone, maybe Sero, intervened.

“C’mon, boys, there’s nothing to do but wait…”

However, they didn’t give up. Kirishima begging and Bakugou threatening almost made you cry. You struggled a bit, but managed to talk with a husky voice.

“Please let them in. They are my boyfriends. Please…”

The curtain was withdrawn in a hurry, and in a split second, the blond and the redhead were by your side.

“Y/N ! How are you feeling ! Is everything okay or are you-

“Don’t ever scare me like this again ! I might lose my mind if you ever-

They won’t let you get a word in edgeways, checking on you and their concerned eyes scanning you. You started crying.

“I am so sorry… I am so sorry that I was stupid enough to hurt you instead of overcoming my fear ! I don’t deserve you, I-”

Eijirou hushed to you, while carefully wrapping his arms around you.

“Shhhh… It’s okay now, sweetheart. We won’t talk about this now, and not anymore. Nothing is more important than seeing you happy and smiling…”

“Besides, all those who were waiting heard you… I am sorry…”

“What a plot twist ! Seriously, don’t be… I am not afraid anymore. Today was horrible, and I got more hurt by the truth then Izuku’s hit. I am not letting anything between us again. I love you, and nothing will stop me from doing so”

Katsuki took your hand in his, squeezing it against his heart and peppering it with kisses. Words aren’t for him, so he lets you know his gratitude in other ways. With a kiss on your forehead, Eijirou concludes.

“If it took you approaching death to realize it, you're more of a dumbass that he calls you so”

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[persephoneyss]

The Monster.

Pairing: park jimin x f!reader.

Genre: Yandere, dark themes, anguish.

Summary: ❝You can be reborn like spring, but your nightmares will follow your footsteps at night.❞

Warnings: Yandere behavior, obsession, voyeurism, Jimin is a little delusional, implicit murder, death threats, a little violence, stalking, death of secondary characters, reader idolizes his mother, humiliation.

Number of words: 6000+

︙ Author's note: this is my first fic here, sorry if there are errors. My first language is not English and I don't speak it fluently either, so I used the translator. Sorry about that. I hope you enjoy it, I am open to criticism. Thanks!

(Puedes leer este y más fics aquí en español.)

To block.

Your mind felt strangely familiar, like it was processing the same situation all over again. And then the same thing happened again.

Blocking.

You never noticed those little details, invisible to the eyes of others. Or maybe you took too seriously the message and advice that your mother always told you when you were afraid of being left alone in your room because of the obvious and silly repetitive story of the monster under the bed, you were crying looking for your mother's room in the middle of the night. You were looking for refuge in her arms. However, the only loving words she had for you were: "Ignore him and he will go away, darling."

It seemed very clever to you, you began to close your eyes ignoring your worst fears and in a short time you could do what most children could not at your age, sleep alone in the dark.

Your mother was wise, maybe that's why you never understood why your father left her overnight. She never commented on the subject and little by little it was forgotten in her daily lives. Your father never existed, you never saw him again.

In his small town no one was exceptionally well known, unless he had done something good or bad enough to be called a hero or, in the same way, a villain. You were barely seven years old when it happened, a family with a lot of money had chosen your town as a decent land, enough to build their luxurious house where their children who came from golden cradles would grow up. According to the gossip, they were foreigners coming to invade their town and rule it, when in reality the Parks never got more involved in politics than necessary.

They were just rich, spending money.

Young women from all over the world and even from other distant towns came every day to try to conquer the privileged children of the great mansion built finely and strategically in the middle of the main square. The young women were beautiful, many times you stood at the door of your house admiring their distinguished perfect faces and you wondered if the children of the Park family were really worth it so that young and beautiful women who had previously been rejected would come back again. in search of new opportunities.

Your mother sometimes stood next to you with a smile and released another phrase that ended up marking your style of thinking, her voice sounded so ethereal: "Money compensates for external beauty, plus the dignity that you lose to those who possess it, it will never have a price."

Your lost look made her smile beautifully badly, then that same sweet voice that taught you things that other women would see as irrelevant, she too moments later she orders you to come home to eat. You thought about it so much, your mother was beautiful, she could remarry if she wanted to. However, she never did, or at least until that day.

You were poor, you were never afraid to accept it. You noticed it almost immediately, when you saw other children playing with toys that seemed impossible that you will ever possess, your mother was friends with the one who was best friends with your father, a carpenter who seemed to be very kind. He always gave you toys that came out with small defects and he couldn't sell, he was a good man until he seemed to misinterpret the situations and her relationship with your mother, unexpectedly asking her to marry him. Obviously you had to stop seeing him after the rejection. However, you were stubborn like the woman who gave you life, almost every day after finishing school you walk two streets to her local.

"How is your mother? Any suitors who weren't rejected the first time?" You laughed, helping him finish his last job. You shook your head, Peter was always very nice and honestly funny, you still didn't understand how your mother could reject them, but you never got into adult affairs. You were just an eight-year-old girl.

"She still misses dad." You whisper trying to drive a nail into loose wood, before being interrupted by Peter.

You look curiously at his downcast face of hers, as if she was keeping something deep within himself. But he quickly changes his expression as well as the subject. "Very good girl, no more help for today" he says, removing the dangerous tools out of your reach, you let out a exhausted sigh wanting to help him. Deep down you felt guilty. "How are you doing in school? I heard that the Parks will start a new campaign to help more in the education of the children, maybe you can see someone from the family up close."

You move your head in distracting affirmation playing with a piece of wood, Peter watches you for a moment and then sighs. You really were special, and if I could tell what happened to your father, you would let go of that glow for sure.

The following days passed in the same way, there was only a radical change in your routine. Now they forced you to stay longer in school so that you could take art classes with the children of the Park family. You had heard many mothers talking to yours about how handsome they were, and since their daughters would undoubtedly have a chance with Jimin, who was the eldest son and of course the first-born heir, you thought for a long time about a tall man with more years than all those young women who hallucinated with the perfect millionaire husband. However, it was all an illusion. Jimin was not a man, he was a seventeen year old teenager.

Perhaps the young woman who did win him over would be very lucky to marry someone her own age and not a bitter old man who only had money. Jimin was everything, young, handsome and a millionaire, the best bet of any woman.

His first class was alongside his current teacher, introducing each child in the Park family. They were all very handsome, but Jimin seemed to shine brighter than the stars in the dark night. You wondered if his younger siblings would become jealous of him, it would be an interesting concept considering you had no siblings.

Your hands moved the clay very patiently, your classmates seemed to enjoy these classes and they were undoubtedly fun.

"What a beautiful flower ..." You smiled nodding, no one would ever think that someone like Jimin would be delighted with the common drawing of any girl. Her gaze traveled around your pure and innocent face, as if she couldn't get enough of you. She sat next to you, admiring how your hands continued to play with the dough creating new shapes and I certainly enjoyed every second.

She had never met someone who would attract so much attention from her, you were ethereal. Jimin was immediately drawn to you, your gaze clear as daylight and your soft features, maybe you were just a girl but you seemed to tempt his attention incredibly badly from him. He felt the strange sensation of making sure you were okay, safe, probably in his arms.

He followed you closely, always arriving at the same time. Her mother used to say that Jimin was very irresponsible, she never complied with the basic principles of being a Park: Discipline, order and punctuality. Jimin was different, his siblings may have fulfilled those three bases just to give what they wanted to their parents and receive more affection from him, but not him.

Jimin was obsessive. Impulsive, and he had self-control issues.

The biggest dangerous trait that his parents noticed since he was little, is that he suffered attacks of anger against anyone without caring about the consequences of this. More than three of his babysitters claimed that little Jimin had hit them, slapping and shoving them. But all of this was radically ignored by the Parks, who turned a deaf ear claiming that their son was simply too controlling, and in a way, he was. Jimin liked to have everything under control, at his disposal.

Jimin found himself fascinated with your little eyes looking at him without fear and, even though it was painful for him, without love. For you, he was nothing more than a stranger. He tried to change that, sitting next to you every day and talking to you a few times when he could get more than two sentences out of you. He liked art, I could tell by the way you focus too much on a small painting of an insignificant tree.

If you liked trees, Jimin could buy a forest for yourself.

You loved roses, he could plant thousands in every corner of town.

Or maybe, your obsession with the smell of vanilla. Jimin went wildly for the most expensive vanilla scented lotion, hoping for some praise from you and he really didn't fail.

No, when the next day he sat next to you and your gaze turned to him with a kind smile. "It smells great, Mr. Jimin." Your soft tone and your minimal compliment was enough to make his entire body shake, his hands began to sweat and his voice seemed to falter. It was amazing how you managed to make him so nervous, while he was still a child.

"Y-do you like it?" She asked even knowing the answer, your head bobbing in a quick nod and an even bigger smile adorns your features.

You put your painting aside for a moment to continue responding, Jimin feels elated to see that his plan worked. Now you're just looking at him, as it always should be. "It smells like vanilla, I like vanilla." You say honestly.

"I see, I also like vanilla." You seem shocked, Jimin increases the tension of him fearing that he said something wrong. He really wasn't lying, maybe vanilla wasn't something he used constantly but he didn't dislike it either, he was just disguising and embellishing a crude truth.

And before long, Jimin feels his life take an unexpected turn, people had started to notice his closeness to you. They called him an angel when in reality he was a devil, rumors and silly praise that he would be a good father were not lacking and the young women who came to his door every day to look for a date with him increased in an exorbitant way. You were oblivious to all that, clearly. However, you could not ignore all the looks that fell on you when you accompanied your mother to the market, as from one day to the next you became someone important just because you were the focus of attention of him Mr. Jimin, as you used to call him with respect. Peter also suffered the consequences of this, you had not stopped going to his store and the young women looking to conquer Jimin or at least get his attention began to follow you wanting to win your affection so that you will speak well of them with their desired man, no you were interested in what they could offer you but the biggest problem was that they did not like to receive a clear 'No.' as a reply.

They were insistent and often annoying. They followed you closely, even when you went to school or to visit Peter who now only went twice a week, you did not want to go out and have to face the pity that it gave you to see many beautiful young women begging for a vague love and that I was looking for more money arrangements than anything else. Also, not all of them had good intentions with you. Your mother made sure of your safety in the face of any incident, and with that came her last word, her strict order not to approach Park Jimin again until he found a wife.

The rest would be history.

He would surely forget you and start forming his own family, having his own children and likewise, looking for his own problems. Instead, that never happened. Jimin had discovered your plan, he was angry, he couldn't believe that you were ignoring his attempts to approach you in such a way. Your attitude was so pure but you were hurting her so much.

He was delusional, she knew he was. But he didn't want to stop. So, he did the only thing that would make you stay by his side.

You felt strangely calm, you had been to and from school with no one following closely in your footsteps. Until you noticed that the whole town seemed to look at you with superiority, with caution. Peter never stopped taking care of his store, however, that day it was closed. You gave little thought to that coincidence, walking home with slow steps. Deep down you were scared.

Maybe you thought you could feel it, in front of your house a crowd of people lay watching the most unexpected marriage request. Your mother was uncomfortable, you could tell by how her face was distorted, and how her hands seemed to shake for reasons not yet known to you. You watched in horror as Jimin knelt before her with a smile pulling a ring out of a small red box.

For a moment, you thought about your father. You felt strange, you always wanted to have a warm fatherly hug but it made you uncomfortable to imagine Jimin occupying that place, you did not want him, you did not love him as a daughter to his firstborn or as another similar relationship. He was a stranger.

Your body fell into the seat reserved especially for you, your eyes observed any place in the church trying to disperse your mind. Your little shoes brushed against each other, your hands rested on the wooden seat waiting for the wedding to end as soon as possible. You never wanted to oppose your thoughts to the idea of ​​your mother falling in love or getting married again, you really didn't care much as long as that person was good for her.

However, he was Park Jimin. You felt disgusted when her mother looked at you from afar with despicable eyes, just as anger consumed you when Mrs. Park tried to embarrass your mother in front of everyone. You didn't ask for this, nobody asked for it.

Maybe you spent too much time thinking around you to notice that Jimin was unhappy. A little upset. He had done what he had to do, chained you to him in some twisted way, marrying your mother and he felt happy, at first. I could see you walking through the church, you were wearing a little white dress to match your mother's and for a sinister moment I imagine that you were the one walking towards him to be named his wife. But he quickly came back to reality, you weren't his fiancée. You wouldn't be his wife.

Deep inside him, he knew how gross it was to feel like this.

Your mother's eyes reflected how unhappy she was, her gaze was uncertain. Jimin smiled seeing how you kicked the decorations that fell to the ground, you were completely oblivious to everything and more to the look of her that she followed you closely. Many called him a good father. Seeing nothing but his protective attitudes, but under the circumstances there were only hints of what might come next. You weren't allowed to leave Jimin's house, his father had left the mansion where his whole family used to live.

Mrs. Park could find no better excuse to leave than the sudden tantrum of her first-born son for marrying an older woman, a widow, and a daughter. This is a mockery and disgrace to her family's last name. Jimin just let her go, he wasn't even there the day her mother boarded the first train to her grandmother's house.

Your mother flatly refused to leave her house at first, she did not want to leave the little cabin that your father had built with his own effort so that both of them would live there and in the future raise their children, you always lived there and you did not want to leave either. But you never had a solid vote, your mother ended up agreeing from one day to the next, you did not know how Jimin managed to change his word so suddenly. Maybe there was never one reason, but you became all of them.

You were painfully present at all times. You observed how little by little, the wispy and wise glow that your mother possessed was getting lost between her empty eyes and her bent body, her head was never raised as she taught you it should be. She was a stranger, you felt scared in her presence. You remembered very well how her face seemed to light up when she saw you coming home from school and how she taught you something new every day.

"Mommy..." You spoke, your hands were still busy with the picture that you hadn't finished painting. But curiosity began to attack your mind.

Your mother came out of the kitchen with a little gray apron, she smiled when she saw you sitting on the floor. "Yes, honey?"

"Why do people get married?" Your gaze lifted from the sheet of paper, wincing at her glowing eyes.

"It depends, it's not necessarily for love. Maybe for money, comfort or ..." her voice trailed off, she still staring at you she leaned down to take your face in her hands. "Because they found someone, as cute as you!"

"Mommy ... I want to marry you!" Your mother began to laugh, your gaze traveled all over her face, joyful of hers and for a moment, you swore that you would hate anyone who dared to take away the great happiness of a genuine smile.

You finished your drawing, just in time because the front door echoed through the entire cabin. Your father appeared with a small drawer in his hands, your mother seemed to be illuminated with an angel when she saw him enter with a kind smile. Both were such for which. They were, more than lovers and husbands, lifelong best friends. Your life seemed to have something that many do not get even after death.

An outer and inner peace. It was perfect.

Almost so perfect, it wasn't true. White roses were always your favorites. However, you began to detest its soft light petals when it seemed that all the townspeople bought the same bouquet of white roses for the funeral of your, now, deceased mother. You took a seat next to her grave, ignoring everyone's greetings and goodbyes, who apparently forgot how her criticism of her increased even as the days, months and years of her wedding with Jimin passed.

You couldn't blame anyone. Or you just didn't want to.

Because the rope around his neck was not placed by them. And the multiple scars on his wrists weren't his marks. A small part of you felt helpless, angry and respectively, disgusted with yourself. Could you help her? Yes. No. Maybe if you had ... And he had stayed in the past.

The little white rose in your hand fell to the floor, everyone had left the room to go to the large buffet served at the reception. You froze, then with the same rage you began to step on the already dead flower at your feet, the petals of it were no more than a pure color, now they were disgusting and dirty. Jimin appeared minutes later, your gaze fell on his hand that was holding a black and a red rose.

"We should go, honey." He whispered as if afraid to scare you even though you were already looking directly at him. Your immobile figure instinctively ran into his arms, which greeted you with an incredibly loving warmth. The roses were placed on top of the coffin, a smile spread across your face when you saw the color red stand out against so much white, and for a second you came to compare the beauty of an outstanding color with your mother.

She stood out in a world where everyone wanted to paint themselves pure white.

Jimin was even more welcoming to you now. He pretended to sleep waiting for 11:30 to arrive so that he could hear your footsteps on the way to his room, you had developed a great amount of fear of loneliness. Jimin knew you always did that, but before it was with her instead of him. You would walk for several seconds looking in the dark for his room, which was next to hers, then I would always hear her voice singing for you, making you rest in his arms. For a long time, I want to be her. But now he was gone and I knew it was a matter of time before your steps stopped at his door.

She loved the closeness of your body to hers, how your hands clung to her nightshirt when you were cold or a horrible nightmare was projected into your dreams. Jimin horribly wishes he could see beyond your dreams, although that would be disrespectful to your privacy, he wouldn't mind breaking your trust too much if he could be sure that you would never walk away from him, even in your dreams.

He managed to chain your life to his, your scared look was the most beautiful thing I have seen before. I want to touch your little face and kiss your soft lips that tempted him every time the word "dad" came out of it.

Time was his greatest enemy.

Your presentation was no better, your hands were trembling again while your feet moved from here to there restlessly. Jimin just watched silently, but the distance between you and him was gigantic, he just wished that the damn bitch that was presented before him would shut up and leave his house. It was remarkable how you seemed angry, maybe it's jealousy, she has feelings for me. He thought sickly, a smile spreading across his face discreetly at his incoherent thoughts of him. The young woman sitting on the sofa in front of him smiled thinking that her talk had caused some pleasure in the young and widowed man.

Jimin admired her face, she was very cute, also she seemed to have good manipulation technique in people. She noticed it quickly when she walked through the door, her smile that seemed uncontrollable and genuine lit up his childlike face. He took a few seconds, he knew he shouldn't do it but he couldn't help comparing the woman to you. You were shorter, you were obviously younger and your gaze was more pure. Jimin was proud of your firm stance, knowing that in the two years since your mother's death you had developed a closer connection with him, and likewise, you were a beautifully perfect copy of him. Your hard gaze and your legs crossed with each other showed your firmness, and your silent opinion.

You wanted the fucking bitch sitting across from your stepdad outside your house.

You laughed at the very idea of ​​one day finding a really good replacement for your mother. You couldn't replace a rose with bad herbs. For you, as selfish as he was, Jimin was your father, and he was your mother's love from the day he married her. No one would replace his position.

It was all three of them, and a part of your mind conned that Jimin still wasn't over the love he had for her. Or he would have remarried long ago, when the young women stood in front of the door of his house asking for a date with him. In those moments you didn't care, Jimin was a stranger, but now he was your father and you were his only daughter. No one had the right to ruin their harmonious relationship, they were both alone and someday serious like him.

You will be successful, you will make a lot of money and you will be able to marry someone you love.

But for now, your gaze fell on the little worn and dirty shoes of the woman in front of you. A smile crossed your face, your gaze lifted surprising the woman. While Jimin waited with his arms crossed for your following action.

"Woman." Your voice seemed to cut her tranquility, her face lost total color of life and a small grimace of fear passed over her fragile face. "I can't allow shoes like that to step on the carpet in my house ..."

The woman looked at Jimin who seemed indifferent, distracted by the painting on the wall.

"I'm sorry miss" she whispered trying to remove her shoes, his hands seemed more clumsy than usual. Her face burned when your hand moved closer to hers to prevent any further movement.

"Go away." A tiny part of you felt sorry for his embarrassed face and flushed cheeks. But it quickly came to your mind that she thought she was good enough to believe she was your mother. When she couldn't even challenge a stupid girl who acted like a spoiled brat. "Get out of my house, or I'll have to ask you not to just take off your shoes."

"I-sorry, I'll go now-..." A sob interrupted her dialogue, her hands searched for the notebook she was carrying but she gave up making a quick bow to Jimin and running outside.

The garden was your favorite part of the big house, the walls constantly made you believe that you were going to be eaten by them. Every day you came out of your lair admiring the many roses of many different colors growing beautiful and healthy. Your school stage was about to begin and you did not want to neglect your garden, which was also a tribute to your late mother.

So you hired a gardener. You were seventeen years old and soon to be eighteen. To say that you managed to experience the best of all those years was ridiculous, and deep down inside you, you thought that all of that was possible because of all the things Jimin did for you.

You had a debt, which you planned to pay in the future. You thought about leaving and letting him have a quiet life from now on without having to run to solve your problems, even if you never asked him to.

Jimin had eyes watching your every move, he clearly remembers how he put security cameras throughout the house, observing how you slept, what you did in the comfort of your room and privacy. Even when you walked into the shower and your hands ran over your body covered in water. Sometimes he felt guilty, for how he seemed to enjoy those moments that seemed so short.

However, it was repeated that as long as you were safe.

Breaking your trust wasn't that important.

Your eighteenth birthday was moderately quiet, Jimin was not used to throwing parties, and honestly, you never asked for one. So you just stood at the door of your house receiving expensive and cheap gifts from people who when they gave you the gift had a forced smile that told you many things. Most were familiar faces, of women who had previously sought a date with your father, obviously being rejected.

The little birthday cake looked so monotonous, the candles were the only thing you could stand out for. You were never aware that you had started to be privileged and extremely ambitious since Jimin proposed to your mother and forced her to marry him, pointing a gun at her pathetic silly little head. You had it all, and in your previous years maybe you managed to get excited about the new toys and accessories that were brought to you from other countries, you had everything that others did not, and a strange epiphany collapsed over you.

It was you, it was déjà vu. You were them, and those who were before, were now you.

You had all of them, and they didn't. Now, by your side, they were all poor. Jimin showered you with gifts, causing you to gradually lose interest in money. You remember your thoughts when it all started and likewise, you still remember the woman with the dirty shoes. You will be successful, you will make a lot of money. It was what you thought in the future for yourself, but now that was it, in a nutshell. Completely boring. You stayed for a moment thinking about them under the watchful eye of your stepfather who tried not to smile when you saw you, you were an adult now and he could finally take you as his own. They would be husband and wife, as it should have been from the beginning of its history.

And you will be able to marry someone you love. You still had only one option left, you blew out the candles with a single sigh causing Jimin to clap his hands and approach you to hug you fondly. The maids behind you only blushed when his boss started showing all of his affection. They weren't used to seeing him so often, Jimin had a firm and tough stance with everyone but he seemed to become as soft as clay in your presence. You came to mold Jimin in your favor, making him a cold person in front of his own demons and then, you left yours.

"I want marriage proposals, father." A gasp came from the mouths of the maids who just immediately fell silent. Lowering their head as they were taught. "I am ready to get married."

Jimin hummed still keeping his arms around you, your body was trapped in theirs. Your skin burned when his fingers squeezed your skin, leaving permanent marks. There was no reaction from you, you were used to this kind of unexpected treatment and it just didn't hurt.

"Get married?" His arms pulled away from you in disgust, there was no other reaction either. Jimin taught you not to object unless you knew you should. Stay calm and you will win. "And can you tell who would want to marry you? Useless little girl."

"Useless?" Your low voice seemed to make him happy for a moment.

Quickly his hands took the utensils to cut the cake, with a soft and sweet voice he continued: "Honey, men do not look for a girl with a lot of money like you. They look for someone to tame, and you, you could easily crush everyone with a wave of your hands."

A piece of the cake perfectly positioned on the plate was placed in front of you, a sob escaping your lips. You were really pathetic, eh? You clearly wanted to live something that has been claimed many times. You weren't going to get married, not without having it all like Jimin said. Then, you would lose everything and go back up to crush the others with greater pleasure.

"Aren't you going to eat? It's your cum-..."

"I will go to a neighboring town, I will finish my studies there."

Jimin looked down at his plate, ignoring how you got up from the table and put your cake aside. Then, your sweet voice finished destroying his self control that he thought he mastered long ago.

"I never liked that cake taste."

And it was the end.

You went back to the start again. You were planning to leave tonight, your bags were ready. Everything you needed was never in that house, it was never him. They were those that never existed in your present continued.

Your shoes did not seem to contrast with the dirt on the town's floor, you were also aware that those would end up in the trash. You didn't care, they were just shoes Jimin bought for your birthday, insignificant.

People were observant, and often foul-mouthed. It was no different than they spoke far from you or close to you, yet their mouths moved in a fussy way exaggerating reactions and creating new lies.

"_____...?" Your posture was decreasing, you no longer had to pretend. A smile covered your face, framing many emotions in one. "Come in please, it's your house."

Peter stepped aside, leaving room for you to enter. Your hands trembled but this time from cold, you still did not get over the harsh winter that suddenly passed. You took your shoes off quickly, briefly forgetting that this was no longer your home. You had sold the little cabin at a minimal price, and you were even happier when it was Peter who chose that place as his future home to live with his wife and his future child. Now he had two more. The little children ran in the tiny room playing with each other, a feeling of nostalgia invaded you when you saw them. You used to do the same before, together with your parents.

Those moments.

"Glad to see you around here, daughter." Peter hadn't changed, he was still the same kind and understanding person as ever. The opposite of you, of course. "Do you want to have tea? I heard on the streets that you would go to study far from here."

"Coffee, please." You responded still reluctant to talk about your departure.

Peter just laughed at your exaggerated denial, nodding and leading into the kitchen. You took a seat at the small table looking around. "You didn't change the decoration."

"Uh? ...." He seemed surprised by your observation, but he quickly smiled. "No. Actually, I think I liked it from the beginning how your ... er ... your mother decorated it. Besides, my wife loved it too. For her, it's beautiful as spring."

"Spring?" You ask, avoiding looking at it. You look down looking for some reason not to feel sad, in a way, you had compared your mother to spring as well. However, Jimin said that you were his. You never liked being called a light, because you always tried to be in your mother's shadow. And you liked it. "She believed that she is very wise, my mother was like spring."

"Thanks." A voice whispered from behind, your gaze fell on her and her face very much like your mother's. But they were obviously completely different. "I never doubted that you were just as wise. Spring represents the new beginning, a new beginning. Did you manage to find yours?"

Peter tried to intervene, clearly noticing the way his wife was trying to make you talk about your life after your mother died.

"I did. That's why I'm leaving here tonight."

"I'm glad we all need to be born again at some point."

You affirm with a small movement of the head, concentrating your gaze on the coffee cup in your hands. The smoke fell directly on your face hiding your grimace of disgust. Nobody deserves to talk about her like that yet.

"Ok, honey." Peter began by sitting across from you, with a cup of green tea and a serene expression. "Are you planning to go alone or with someone? I heard that travel today is very dangerous."

"Actually, I am accompanied by an acquaintance. His name is Jungkook, he also planned to leave and started working for me as a gardener to get the necessary money. We became good friends." You spoke remembering the adorable smile of the young man, he used to accompany you everywhere you went as if his job was to protect you. At first it was cute, but then it was annoying. Even after all that, you preferred to travel with him rather than alone.

"Oh that's very nice. I'm glad you managed to meet your goals. Good luck."

Your goals?

"Thanks, Peter."

His gaze lingered on your face for a moment, then he seemed to remember something very important. She gave you a smile before getting up to leave the kitchen.

"I have something for you, you are old enough to know this."

It was an envelope. Common and ordinary, but its envelope was beginning to deteriorate, showing that it was an old and very reserved letter.

You questioned your decision but took it, not wanting to read it in front of anyone even more when you read who wrote the letter.

You sat on the small wall, the trees and the cool breeze boosted your adrenaline. Small pieces of paper fell to the ground. So, you weren't thinking correctly at those times.

"I only married a man that I loved in all my life, I was happy. I had a daughter. I lived years of solitude and then, I was chained to an empty love."

"I know what you're reading this now. You're weak, darling. Maybe that's what made us mother and daughter. Because from the beginning I never had the courage to tell you that Jimin put a ring on my finger and a gun to my head. Or maybe, I was weak when I didn't get in the way of his errand, I should have told him that I hated him and that he could put a bullet in my head before giving it to my daughter. And maybe, I should have told everyone who passed by me that He was the same one who murdered my husband, he never left. I made you believe that. You never asked. "

"I saw you so happy today, you were running between the garden and the wedding. I could see his gaze following your hurried steps, I was almost completely sure that he was trying to get closer to you at all times. I told the woman next to me, But she shut me up saying that I can't be jealous of a father and daughter relationship. You weren't her daughter. She also ordered me to let them create a closer relationship, because I already had Park Jimin's heart in my hands. Liars."

"I always loved your curious voice. You used to ask me everything, and why everything was like that. But lately, I don't know what to answer. Why am I crying? Why is there a dark stain under my eyes? Why is there blood in the bathroom? Why did I never ask for help? I see you worry and you don't let me give you affection, because you prefer to give it to me. I also see how I start to bother him, I am a hindrance. Now I understand, I knew it but I never wanted to accept that it happened. He was everywhere, and likewise, I was never part of the plan."

"There were only two things I didn't tell you. I love you and my last piece of advice. Honey, lock it up and fly to the start, whenever you feel lost. A fresh start and never forget spring."

You stifled a sob. Covering up your pain. You had not noticed that the night had covered the sky, a dark blue blanket arrived. It took you a long time to assimilate that all the fragments were torn papers, and it was not a letter. It was an envelope filled with, apparently, incomplete sheets torn from a notebook. There was a fragment that was not part of the leaves, but rather was written later.

"Lost parts of a sad widow's diary.

Peter."

They were from your mother's diary. So where was the rest? What actually happened? A message came to your phone, you read it quickly still drying your tears.

JUNGKOOK:

Our trip is in an hour, I hope you said goodbye to everyone.

Received at 7:05 p.m.

I still do not:(

Received at 7:06 p.m.

Along with both messages was an attached picture, a photo of him and his grandmother. Jungkook talked a lot about her, and hers, her brothers. You smile, still wiping the tears from your face.

Your feet moved, the leaves in your hands seemed too heavy. And yet it was something you needed to do.

"Are you at home." His monotonous voice invaded you, he was busy reading a book that rested in his hand. The maid came over leaving a cup of coffee beside him, greeting your presence politely. "I have some things to discuss with you, darling."

"Me too, Jimin." It was the first time you had said his name without due respect, he seemed surprised for a moment. But his expression changed to one of happiness, as if he had been waiting for it. "I couldn't say goodbye, I'm leaving today. I think you already know that, though."

"Actually, no. But it's nice to hear it from you."

"I ..." Your voice dried in your throat, a giant doubt fell over you. You didn't want to leave without telling him how much you hated everything about him. His attention, his affection, his smile, his gaze, his voice. Everything about him was disgustingly charming. "I think I'll go get my bags."

Jimin nodded, ignoring your presence. Still distracted with reading him.

"Before you go, can you give me that back, darling?" Your gaze followed where he pointed his finger. Your hand. The leaves were still there.

"It's something of mine-..."

"Oh I don't think so. It really is very easy to threaten someone, just suffice to say that you can put a bullet in their head to make them your obedient little puppets."

"I do not understand your..."

"Me? It was obviously me. I'm surprised you thought your mother would be smart enough to leave a confession letter to her ex-lovers, days before her death. You really had a lot of credit for her." His chatter was accompanied by a laugh. You were paralyzed, shaking in your useless state of shock. "But I will not say that I did not plan, I hoped that you would never have the courage to try to leave my side. And even if that were the case, I knew that you would say goodbye to the only person who reminded you of her. Peter, she has a family. lovely."

Nor did he expect you to have the courage to cheat on him with another man. Oh, the gardener. Poor Jungkook, his body now rested leaving behind your favorite flowers. Jimin bit his lip, another mocking smile peeking out with intensity remembering the cutthroat figure of the innocent but guilty young man.

You were his...

"How can you be so cruel?" The doubt in you seemed to want to keep growing, passing second by second through your head. You weren't sure you could understand that everything that happened in front of you was actually planned by the same person who swore never to leave you alone. The same man who disguised himself as a sheep so he could eat you like a wolf. "Did you kill my mother ?!" Jimin seemed surprised by your desperate tone, he did not expect to be able to unbalance your state so easily.

It was lovely. Certainly.

"No sweetie." He murmured closing the book in his hands, setting it on the table next to the steaming cup of American coffee. "But it would have been exquisite to be the reason for his pain. Unfortunately, it was your father who won that title."

"Where did you get this from? I know she wrote it, and I also know that she would never give it to you knowing what a monster you are." Tears were running down your cheeks like water, you knew you were a mess but Jimin seemed to look at you like you were a perfect work of art.

"I found it." He spoke casually, getting up from his seat. Walking slowly towards your trembling figure. "It was a coincidence, I like casual things. It was a coincidence that you studied at that school, that your mother was a widow, that your father died. That he will make me fall in love with you."

What is your goal now?

"I love you darling."

Escape from the monster.

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[turing-tested]

hey this is a long message but could someone tell me what they think bc my mom sent this to me and I can't really focus on reading it and also unfortunately I can't really tell myself if it's wrong or not besides it being annoying? the context is that I told my friends I had to mute myself because my mom was yelling at me

"I love you.... I was. Not "yelling" at you, and I deserve praise for my improvement. You need to learn the proper response to criticism is not always anger and defense. Instead of sitting on your high horse, you need to honestly take note of the improvements I have made in Our communication. You think I am stupid out of date... Whatever, you could learn a lot from me by instead of throwing up a wall every time u don't like what I say... Try thinking. I think it's ridiculous you feel ok telling friends you're being talked to bc u won't go along w your mothers wishes. Yes u are acting like a tween who doesn't want to follow rules... Yes I said it... Rules in the house... You have surrounded yourself w people who seem to have very limited requirements of accountability. The world does not work that way. I'm hurt that u make me always the bad guy. YOU YOU YOU should have asked cave to take some trash. The water and electric Double when he does laundry. THEY help make trash. It's not rocket science. It would be cave helping YOU YOU, by taking trash. There is nothing wrong w it, and in my dealing w people, completely fine to ask. Yall don't understand that?. They don't have to do something just because they don't want to? What if I had said no to rose, or garden... Just because. Talk to a therapist see what they say about what I want and ask. I've been nice, thought you cOuld just b nice and love me enough to do some simple things, but noooo your reaction to any direction or I'll say it authority in the house makes you ill. You are going to have to do some things you do not like, it's life. I know u would enjoy ken and chrissy here, and I want that for you, but if my own child laughs at how I want things then why, would I take a chance on making my life harder by having two more people here? Use your head, help yourself get what you want. It's time for me to talk to them before the idea goes any further. And I would think it embarrassing to sit on a computer at 4am and say you hadn't done what your mom wants. At this point simply it doesn't matter if u like it or not, although trying to see it from my view should help. It's not fair even for me to have to work around your mess if I want to do something... To the few people I have here it's embarrassing for the house not to b a certain way. I'm tired of keeping people away bc of things I didnt do. It's embarrassing to try and explain why my grown child won't do what I ask, leaves clothes and needles in the kitchen. What if someone was in recovery Cheyenne?!?! Walked in and saw a syringe... Or even a cap?! Come on. There are reasons I want shit a certain way. I'm not letting this go, and it's high tome you realize threatening me is not getting you any where except maybe backwards. You have totally forgotten the most basic of respect... You should show a therapist this entire msg. And your friends I'm tired of all yall thinking my feelings don't matter. The situation is out of hand and I am going to see some changes."

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[robininthelabyrinth]

Hi! If you're doing promts, how about one where gender expectations where inversed: the laws of heritage still follow the male line, but the social expectation is that the sect is under the wife control, and with a strong expectation that there must be a wife - single heirs whose parent die are pushed very strongly for mariage.

“The elders have started talking,” Nie Mingjue said as Lan Xichen poured tea for him. His hands were folded in front of him, fingers tight and knuckles white even though he was in the safety of the Cloud Recesses – Lan Xichen wasn’t sure he’d seen him at anything less than tense since his father was murdered.

It was a good reason to be tense.

“What about?” he asked, since his uncle seemed to already understand and was nodding gravely.

“My marriage,” Nie Mingjue explained. He didn’t drink the tea, which was rude but, again, understandable. “You know my father ruled as sect leader after the death of my mother, and Nie Huaisang’s as well – the wife rules the home, everyone knows that. But all my father’s wives died, and in the end they let him run the sect himself for a while so as to let us grow up untroubled.”

“Unusual, but not unheard of,” Lan Qiren interjected. “I understand he had finally resigned himself to searching for another wife now that you were old enough.”

“He was. And now I’m bereaved of a father, and my heir is my brother – I have the three years of mourning for a father’s death, but then I’ll need to get married.”

Lan Xichen had always thought it was a bit of a strange rule: the idea of growing up in a sect, learning all about it, and then having to hand over control to some stranger from another place, seemed truly absurd. But it had been established as a measure of safety, to prevent war, and it had mostly done it – no one wanted to risk a fight with someone who might in the next generation rule their sect for them – so he supposed his ancestors knew what they were on about.

“Okay,” he said, feeling uncomfortable at the thought of it. Nie Mingjue was only three years older than he was, and while fifteen had once seemed ages away, he knew he wouldn’t be ready for marriage in so short a time. At least Nie Mingjue had three more years before he had to actually do it. “Congratulations?”

Lan Qiren lifted his eyes to the ceiling while Nie Mingjue snorted in pained amusement. “The elders want to set up the engagement now, even if the marriage won’t be finalized until then. And I’m not marrying one of Wen Ruohan’s sons!”

“Certainly not,” Lan Qiren agreed. “It would be inappropriate, given your questions about your father’s death.”

It wasn’t questions, it was outright accusations, but the Lan sect had to keep their neutrality.

Lan Xichen looked between the two of them, the discomfort growing stronger as he realized that Nie Mingjue had come all this way to try to find – to find an alternative. Wen Xu was married already to some distant branch cousin (no one approved, but Wen Ruohan didn’t care), but Wen Chao was the only one who was Lan Xichen’s age, and other than Jiang Yanli, who was already engaged herself, he couldn’t think of any other options that were old enough. 

But…while he liked Nie Mingjue very much, they were good friends, Lan Xichen definitely didn’t want to marry him.

Nie Mingjue must have noticed his expression because he shook his head. “You’re the heir,” he reminded Lan Xichen. “You have to stay here to prepare your sect for your wife.”

“Right,” Lan Xichen said, relief flooding him. And then he realized – “Wait. You mean –”

“Wangji is too young to marry now,” Lan Qiren said simply. “But not in three years.”

“I want to ask him first,” Nie Mingjue said before Lan Xichen could say any more. “If he doesn’t agree, I’ll think of something else. But the Lan sect’s support would be very useful right now, so I had to try.”

Lan Xichen thought of the stars in his brother’s eyes every time he looked at Nie Mingjue whenever he came to visit, that old crush of his from childhood not having fully faded away.

“I think,” he said dryly, “that we’ll be able to work something out.”

-

“You’ll need to marry, of course,” Nie Mingjue said, releasing Lan Xichen from his embrace.

Lan Xichen was still clinging onto Lan Wangji, unbelievably happy in retrospect that his brother had married out before the Wen sect had attacked – he didn’t want to think about what stubborn Lan Wangji would have done, whether he would have insisted on staying and fighting…what they might have done to him.

“What’s that?” he asked.

“Marriage,” Nie Mingjue said. “The word we’ve gotten from Gusu is that your father is in a coma, not dead, but the doctors don’t see much hope, and that means you’ll be sect leader next. With the Lan sect weakened by the Wen attack, it is critical for you to establish an alliance with another sect to help bolster you.”

“In addition to the support you will have from us,” Lan Wangji added, and Nie Mingjue nodded in agreement. They were a good match, it turned out – Lan Wangji’s steadiness was a good balance to Nie Mingjue’s hot temper, they were both highly principled and zealous in their pursuit of justice and righteousness, and it turned out that they were both…passionate.

Very passionate.

Lan Xichen hadn’t needed to know that about his brother.

“Right,” he said, and exhaled. He hadn’t even had time to rest, but there wasn’t time to rest – not with the Wen sect acting the way it was. “So not Nie Huaisang, then.”

He’d toyed with the idea a little – Nie Huaisang had at least something of the right sort of views. The values of the Lan sect were careful contemplation and kindness, and if Nie Huaisang was lacking in the former then he was rich in the latter; someone more martially inclined than him would be miserable in the Cloud Recesses. Besides, that way, Lan Xichen’s children would be cousins to the Nie sect twice over.

But his brother and best friend were right: what he needed now was an alliance.

More than that: he needed to signal to the world that the Lan sect would not be trampled underneath the Wen sect – that it would continue, that it would persist in pursuing its values without hesitation, that it wouldn’t discard its ancestral ways all in favor of something more aggressive.

Marrying a Nie, however mild-tempered, would be the wrong gesture.

“I have an idea, actually,” Nie Huaiang interjected. “Not quite as good as me, of course, but possibly more to your taste.”

Lan Xichen was already running through names in his head, but no one was coming to mind – he would need to do as Nie Mingjue did and ally with a Great Sect rather than a small one, the circumstances required it, but…“Who?”

“The young mistress of the Jiang sect, Jiang Yanli,” Nie Huaisang said promptly.

“But she’s…” Lan Xichen’s voice trailed off.

“Exactly,” Nie Huaisang said, and smiled. “Her engagement was called off, and that means she’s free.”

“She’d be a good fit for you,” Nie Mingjue agreed. “I’ve met her a few times at the Discussion Conferences in Yunmeng: she’s kind and caring, thoughtful, but also insistent when she needs to be.”

“Would the Jiang sect agree? Madame Yu had always intended for her to marry into Lanling Jin, and she was most displeased when the engagement was broken –”

“She gave her husband authority to negotiate in her place, and he used it,” Lan Wangji pointed out. Do not gossip about other people’s families, he meant, and Lan Xichen nodded in acknowledgment of the well-placed chastisement. “She sees the situation as well as we: Qishan Wen against the world, Qinghe Nie against Qishan Wen, and Lanling Jin trying to play both sides...it is not a good look for them. I do not think she will refuse your suit at this time.”

Jiang Yanli, Lan Xichen thought, rolling the thought around in his mouth to savor it. She wasn’t the most beautiful, but he never cared much about that. No, more importantly, she was kind and caring, with a sweet sense of humor – and an excellent cook. All things that would fit very well in at the Cloud Recesses.

“All right,” he said. “How do we do it, given the circumstances?”

“I’ll go to Yunmeng myself,” Nie Mingjue volunteered, and glanced over to Lan Wangji for approval – Lan Wangji nodded. “I would need to anyway, to discuss the state of politics. I’ll bring your suit with me, and if Madame Yu approves, she - and the Jiang sect - will be committed to helping you regain your home.”

“Wouldn’t do to send a bride to a place without one,” Nie Huaisang chimed in, and Lan Wangji nodded again, this time to Lan Xichen.

“Okay,” Lan Xichen said, and smiled. “Let’s ask.”

-

“Honestly, I think it’ll work out very well,” Lan Xichen told Nie Mingjue, who was pacing again. “Everyone supports it - no one wants the tension between the Jin sect and Nie sect to continue.”

Jiang Yanli chuckled. She was sitting next to him – he had his arm tucked around her shoulders, which they both liked – and she leaned her head against his shoulders. “A-Chen, I think he’s more concerned about his brother’s happiness.”

“Of course he is,” Lan Xichen said. “I was just saying. And anyway, it’ll work out well in that way, too – there’s nothing Nie Huaisang likes more than spending money, and, as the heir to the Jin sect, Jin Zixuan has plenty of that.”

That even got Nie Mingjue to laugh.

“He does like that, I’ll grant you,” he said, settling down next to Lan Wangji. “And underneath his façade of uselessness, he’s actually quite bright – in a contest of scheming wits, I would bet on him over every single one of those treacherous dogs in Lanling.”

“Probably better than me,” Jiang Yanli agreed, looking a bit rueful at the thought of her past engagement. “I would have let them step all over me if I thought it meant we could have some peace.”

Peace was something the Cloud Recesses – now in the process of rebuilding – had in no short supply, and Lan Xichen was pleased that he could offer his beautiful wife exactly what she most desired.

Well, except for the matter of ensuring the safety of Wei Wuxian after he had established himself as Yiling Patriarch, but Nie Mingjue and Lan Wangji’s unexpected offer to have him join their sect as a concubine – an offer that Wei Wuxian had been, reportedly, thrilled to receive – had taken care of that lingering concern.

“Now there’s only A-Cheng left,” she added. “I’m amazed he didn’t get engaged ages ago.”

“Yunmeng Jiang was hurt too badly,” Lan Wangji said, and Nie Mingjue nodded.

“Who would have married him then? The Jiang sect needed to preserve its independence long enough to show that it could even properly host a wife,” he agreed. “It wasn’t like the Cloud Recesses, where the sect was intact, if scattered – he had to rebuild it almost entirely.”

“But who can he marry?” Lan Xichen asked. “If he doesn’t marry one of the Great Sects, he’s at a disadvantage to the rest of us.”

“And there are no children left,” Jiang Yanli said, frowning a little.

“That’s not quite true,” Nie Mingjue said, and shared a glance with Lan Wangji. “We sent him a suggestion a little while ago – a way for him to build ties with the Nie and Jin sects.”

“Nie and Jin?”

“I had a deputy by the name of Meng Yao,” he said. “Now going by Jin Guangyao.”

Lan Xichen brightened. “A-Yao? What a wonderful idea! Do you think he’ll agree?”

“I think Meng Yao would love to be in charge of a sect,” Nie Mingjue said dryly. “He doesn’t have the training for it, of course, since he wasn’t raised inside the sect, but that’s something that can be remedied with a small expansion of the household.”

“Having a concubine must suit you very well, da-ge,” Lan Xichen teased. “Since you’re already recommending it to the rest of us.”

“Not us,” Jiang Yanli said primly, and he pressed a kiss to her cheek in confirmation. “Who were you thinking?”

“Wen Qionglin – one of Dafan Wen, the branch that defected during the war,” Lan Wangji said. “Wei Ying said he helped rescue Jiang Wanyin from the Lotus Pier, so they have a connection already.”

“He has the training, but he’s toothless,” Nie Mingjue opined. “Meng Yao won’t feel threatened by him, and Jiang Wanyin…could probably stand to have two calm people by his side.”

“He could,” Jiang Yanli agreed, a little ruefully.

“It would be good for A-Yao, too,” Lan Xichen said. “I sometimes find he’s a bit better at mimicking gentleness than actually recognizing it, and having someone sweet by his side would make him feel needed…doesn’t Wen Qionglin have an older sister, though? What about her?”

“After marrying Wen Xu, she deserves to have a wife, not be one,” Nie Mingjue opined. “She’s courting a very nice girl from the Jin sect – what’s her name again?”

“Luo Qingyang,” Lan Wangji said, and he looked unusually smug about it. “Also called Mianmian.”

Wait, that Mianmian? The one Lan Wangji had been so irrationally annoyed at for flirting with Wei Wuxian all those years ago?

So much was explained.

“That’ll be good,” he said instead of commenting. “That way we’ll all be one family. Won’t that be wonderful?”

“Until the family reunions, anyway,” Nie Mingjue grumbled.

“Don’t you mean Discussion Conferences?” Jiang Yanli said, lips twitching.

“Oh no…”

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ship requests

“Hey 👋 . Can I get a male HP ship (from both eras if possible) pls . Thank u so much ! . So I m a Gryffindor (with a bit of Slytherin ) . In my free time , I would love to read fantasy or sci-fic novels or facts maybe , listen to music , research about anything I want to , do something my parents denied me off maybe . If my friends are available , I'll also go downstairs with them and play . I m not as such interested in sport but I love to play cricket and badminton . My hobbies are dancing , horseriding , reading , researching , cyber and swordfighting (I haven't done it yet tho). I love the trope of fake relationship or enemies to lovers

Next is my personality . Well , I can be shy if I m not comfortable with the person , but if I am then I am very talkative . I don't trust ppl at the beginning until they prove themselves . I m very reliable and trustworthy but I tend to hide my emotions . I like my privacy, I don't even share that with my bestie sometimes . I come off as a rebel and I can get annoyed very easily . I love to organise a room . Everyone comes to me for advice . I also have a very good sense of humour which comes out in front of ppl I'm comfortable (they say I never used to fail to surprise them with my hidden qualities) . I m also quite modest . I m a risk-taker and I always stand up to my friends , I also have their back sometimes . I can also be a bully to my enemies or my friend's enemies but only if they start it first . Idk what is it , but ppl tell me I carry a powerful aura and many boys get attracted to me . Also , the popular ones used to attract to me a lot because I could be seen as a quiet nerdy girl . I come off as very unique at first meeting . I m practical with my decisions but as said , I hide my emotions or else the emotions would have led me. I m also a human lie detector , or that's what my family tells me . The thing that stands out in me isy dressing style . I am very curious. I m also very much mysterious . I m loyal to a fault . Now my flaws are that sometimes I don't believe my friends at all and it hurts them since they ask me to be honest and I tell them the truth . I can be blunt and cold without realising it but I don't mean to . I am an extrovert so keeping me from doing something can make me insecure . I m sensitive to criticism . I can be super suspicious, like a looott . I hate when ppl try to control me, even my parents so I end up going against them or I follow their instructions half-heartedly . I can be very very stubborn . I also get many intuitions but I ignore them . I hate when ppl are unreliable , everyone's lazy but atleast they should do their work after some rest . I also hate arrogant boastful PPL . I hate when someone disrespects me and I immediately cut them off from my life . I hate lame excuses given by the ppl whom I expect something to do and they didn't. I am very patient but once they cross their lines , they wish they hadn't . I guess this is too much ? (Lol sorry but excited ) Thank u so much for ur time dear 💗”

a/n: Hi! Thank you for so many details!! It’s lovely. You also asked for TMR ship, so I’ve decided to do a HP form one era and one for TMR. Hopefully, you are okay with that:)

p.s.: sorry for being a Draco slaughter. i’m also doing all the other requests, thank you for them!! they are going to be trade in a day or two. sending love <3

Harry Potter:

I ship you with Fred Weasley 

(so badly, you’re a perfect match)

First of all... being stubborn and taking risks is something that you probable have in common, which is going to create a perfect enemies to lovers dynamic. Maybe academic/prancing rivalry?

You constantly mocking each other, but not meaning any harm or anything, even though others might think that you hate one another

Him always helping you to break the rules if needed, but still making sure that everything is alright, and everyone is safe. And you would keep an eye on him back, supporting him when he doesn’t know what to do

He would be surprised when you started to open up, and crack jokes, but would love them so badly. And he definitely is very grateful whenever (and if) you chose to tell him something private, and wouldn’t tell anyone else even if he was tortured

You would always give amazing ideas for the shop products. And he would be like: “Where do you know that from?” “Don’t know, just thought it was interesting and decided to investigate”

You were walking in the dull lights of a corridor from the late detention in the Snape’s dungeons. You got this one for arguing with a certain Weasley. This was entirely his fault, though, but he didn’t get caught, and you could still see the stupid smirk on his stupid face when you were assigned to come down here after classes. The Slytherin do was just nearby, and you heard a couple of voices around the corner. You were hopping these were some of your friends from Slytherin, but as you listen closely you herald none other than Malfoy. “These Weaslebeeys are ignorant trash just like their father. Who’s would willingly study what muggles’ life’s are like? That’s just dumb”you didn’t know whether he was just showing off in front of his friends or if he was being serious, but you were furious at the moment.

“Malfoy!” - you energetically approached the group.

“Another gryffindor”, - he smirked. “Why don’t you spend an evening at your dorm or some other lame place?”

“Cut it. Take it back” - you face was almost stone cold. Eyes glimmering dangerously in the flickering light.

“Are you defending the Weaslebees?” - he grimaced, being so proud of himself for no reason.

“It’s not their name, and they don’t need any defense. You’re being an arrogant prick towards my friends, and I’m not going to tolerate that.” - you were stiff, your fists clenched in order to hold back the anger. How dared he speak in such diminishing manner about people 100 times better than him!

“What are you going to about it?” He replied cheekily, stepping forward.

“Well... I don’t know, how about TheLocomotor Wibbly!” - you were gripping tightly onto your wand, and Draco suddenly fell to the floor. His legs turned to jelly.

“You little...” one of his friends pointed your wand towards you, opening his mouth to jinx you back. Suddenly there was a loud bang, everything was covered with the thick smoke, and you were pulled to the corner. You instinctively pointed a wand on the person in front of you, still unable to see anything.

“Easy, lady” you recognized the voice. “Fred? What are doing here?” you were genuinely surprised, and started wondering how much has he heard. “Came to rescue you from the Snape’s claws” he smirked. “Why?” you didn’t understand a thing. “No fun being brilliant if you can’t see that and get jealous” - he cocked his eyebrows. You huffed back. “Well, thank you, I suppose.” “Oh good, I thought I’d never hear that”. You surprised a smile. “Let’s move already”.

“By the way”, he stopped you, “did I hear you calling me a friend?” You nudged his shoulder. “Don’t think too much of it, Weasley”.

The maze runner:

I ship you with Gally

He’s the one to understand you not opening up fully and immediately and keeping things to yourself for 110%. He’s mysterious himself, and he can give you every time in the world (sorry, i’m love him sm)

Again... the enemies to lovers dynamic, ESPECIALLY considering the whole thing with him killing Chuck (still hurts, though).

He can be very protective from time to time, so you can have “Because I care for you!!” arguments when you’re being reckless and decide to risk in order to save him.

He's honestly the sassy king of the show. Taking your sense of humour in account, I belive that he would really appreciate that you have it and can back him up. So you would exchange jokes back and forth

He's also absolutely giving you every freedom in the world not even attempting to control you or tell you what to do, he would only give out advices. And as far as he realises you're sensitive to crticizm, he starts to control himself in order not to hurt you.

"Please, never do that again". You and Gally were walking around the Last City, back to the shelter.

"Do what?" You asked, raising your head to the boy slightly ahead of you.

"You know what I'm talikng about". He turned his head to you, and stopped in the shaddow of the narrow street between the houses. His gaze was pretty serious, and both of you were extremely tired after yet another mission in attempt to undermine the existing regime.

"I don't think I do". You looked up at him with the confusion in your eyes.

"What you did back there was very risky, and you could have not make it. Don't risk like that ever again".

"But the cranks would've gotten you then". You protested. In your opinion, what you did was the only option.

"I appreciate the concern, but I could I handle it". He was starting to get stubborn, while you were getting angry.

"That's not true. One of them was hanging on your throat. That's not something people cal 'I handle it'". You threw your arms in the air, gesturing.

"I'm not letting them take me instead of you!" Gally was almost shouting at this point.

"Well, I'm not letting them take you either!"

"Great!"

"Great!"

You both went silent and were walking angrily towards your shelter, turning, sneaking, and hiding.

"Gally". You called in a few minutes. "It's just that I really care about you".

"I know". He told you, looking back again. "Just promise me, you're going to be careful".

"You know I really can't promise, but at least I'll try".

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