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idyllic-affections · 1 year

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invisible disability? it's rather visible to me.

summary. baizhu knows the struggle of maintaining a job while being chronically ill; as such, he is willing to offer an accommodating work environment for others who struggle like he does.

trigger & content warnings. angst (at first... it gets better i swear /lh), ableism, etc.

tropes, pairings, fic length, & other notes. hurt/comfort. baizhu & chronically ill!teen!reader, qiqi & reader. 1.7k words. they/them pronouns for reader.

author's thoughts. he's out of nonplayable prison ygs!!!!! can't wait to see his character stories for..... personal reasons..... anyways i want to specify that i am chronically ill. i am constantly fighting with my genetics to be healthy, its ridiculous LMAO

imagine baizhu employing a chronically ill, visionless teenager.

baizhu can easily say he's known their family for a long time, so he of course knows that they have trouble keeping a job. they often mention little things like that about their life during their visits with him. never once has he found anything wrong with them; they're always in virtually perfect health.

that doesn't change the fact that they're very clearly struggling. he's observed just how much they overexert themselves in a desperate attempt to actually keep a stable job, simply to help support their family, but all the exertion only seems to make their invisible issues worse.

also... they've been in his care for heat stroke more than once in liyue's warmer seasons. the heat is just far too much for their body to handle if they aren't careful.

"What the hell is wrong with me?"

Their voice was so quiet and whispery that if Baizhu hadn't been attuned closely to them at that moment, he might have missed it. They half wished that he would have. Based on the brief glance he spared in their direction, they knew he was listening. Oh well.

"I mean... really. This is ridiculous," they murmured, knees drawn up against their chest. "Everyone thinks I'm just dramatic. I'm not. I do fine for the most part, but then it just... gets bad for no reason at all... how am I in perfect health?"

By that point in their rant, his undivided attention was on them. Though his gaze was thoughtful, musing, they interpreted it differently and winced slightly.

"...Sorry. I really shouldn't be complaining like this in front of someone who's chronically ill."

"No, it's quite alright. You shouldn't minimize your pain. Your struggles are as valid as mine. I find your trust, your ability to confide in me, quite endearing, even," he reassured, unbothered, to which their shoulders seemed to lose some of the tension they harbored. "In fact... I've been thinking about this for quite some time now. Chronic illness may show itself in a variety of forms. Sometimes it may show itself in the form of your symptoms. Would you like to learn how to manage your energy better?"

the liyuean doctor basically hired them right then and there, but they don't really realize that for the first few weeks.

in the beginning, they're just... spending time at bubu pharmacy, learning how baizhu manages his own limited energy and applying those techniques to their own life (it works shockingly well). that's all!

it slowly turns into them helping out where they can—packaging herbs, learning what exactly each one of them does, delivering prescriptions to those who cannot physically get the medicines themselves... even when people start to question if they've found a new job, they remain oblivious.

it's one day while helping mince herbs that they realize they're basically a junior herbalist.

A soft hiss left their lips when the knife nicked the pad of their finger. They were quick to put pressure on the little cut, pulling their hand away from the countertop to prevent any blood from dripping onto it.

"It's best to get rid of those herbs," Baizhu reminded, stepping away from his own work to gently bandage their wound.

A small pout graced their lips. "I didn't get any blood on them, though..."

Amusement and the vaguest hint of fondness twinkled in his gaze. "We don't know that for certain, do we, now?"

"...Wait a minute." Their eyes narrowed suspicously at him, drawing their freshly-dressed hand back once he was done. "This isn't about energy management anymore, is it? Have I been... I've been working here this entire time. These tasks are very employee-like."

"Come, now. Don't look at me like that. You were looking for a stable job, and I am more than willing to accomodate your needs."

"You could've at least said something to me. I've been doing free labor all this time, and as a child, no less! Hmm... now, I do believe that is illegal in this part of Teyvat~ It'd be shame to get Ms. Yanfei involved~"

in the spirit teaching them to manage their energy, he often takes them on house calls with him, starting off to just homes in liyue harbor and later to homes all the way in qingce village. it's a good way for them to gain stamina and get a better understanding of their job.

baizhu has a tendency to smile through his own pain for the sake of his patients.

this habit slipped by unchecked until [name] came around.

whenever they feel like he isn't doing very well, they'll take over for him regardless of what he has to say about it.

herbalist gui is very thankful for them—baizhu hardly ever listened to him, but he does take better care of himself for [name]'s sake.

(he swears that baizhu is oddly parental when it comes to them, but he wouldn't dare mention the doctor's blatant affections to his face.)

"welcome to bubu pharmacy," they'd greet with a kind smile after unceremoniously shoving baizhu towards the back of the pharmacy where he could rest undisturbed, "unfortunately, dr. baizhu is currently out of commission, but herbalist gui and i would be glad to take care of anything you may need."

sometimes changsheng can be seen wrapped around their arm! usually it's their dominant arm, which is terribly inconveniencing. still, it would be an honor to be Chosen™ by their loved one's pet... if only she wasn't so mean to them.

"Hmph. You're terrible at cutting herbs. It pains me just to watch."

"Okay? Go back to Dr. Baizhu then? I'm not holding you hostage, Changsheng. You came to me," they huffed. "Also... maybe I'd be able to cut better if you weren't strangling my dominant arm. Just saying."

It's a few moments later that they're sulking, murmuring curses as Baizhu disinfected their fresh snake bite. Changsheng completely neglected to apologize until Baizhu had prompted her to.

(They would complain that he found that incident a little too funny if anyone were to ask them. It really hurt, you know!)

changsheng bullies them lovingly <3 she bites them affectionately <33

(not that she'd ever say that, though. baizhu knows. he just chooses to let her believe he doesn't know.)

qiqi becomes very attached to them very quickly, i think. she'd like having a nice older sibling around and would address them as such without even thinking about it. "jiějiě," "gēgē"... she can't really tell what gender they identify closer with and doesn't remember to ask, so she tends to bounce between the two terms of address.

she has an entire page in her journal dedicated to little things about [name] that she deems to be important. she notes down things they seem to like, things they seem to dislike, their birthday, other important dates, defining features...

she also keeps important warning signs related to health episodes of their's jotted down, like how when [name] stands still a little too long, qiqi should urge them to sit for a moment because they're probably either dizzy or having vision issues, or how when their hands begin to tremble, qiqi should share a sunsettia with them.

she does miss these signs sometimes... she does her best, though! qiqi only wants to help the sweet junior herbalist that braids her hair and accompanies her on her herb-picking trips and hugs her and says "i love you, please stop this task, you might get hurt" with so much genuine affection that it often overwhelms her :(

it's rare, but sometimes, there will be a customer or patient that has little tolerance for their disability-induced weakness or slowness.

because their illness(es) is(/are) invisible, very few people take their struggles seriously.

some people take this as an excuse to verbally and even physically abuse them.

baizhu does not take kindly to people abusing his employees, especially not his chronically ill teenage employee. especially not them.

"Is there an issue I can help with?"

They didn't mind being the only one at reception during the days Herbalist Gui was out, Qiqi was herb-picking, and Baizhu was otherwise occupied. It wasn't a big deal, really.

At least... not until someone particularly impatient decided to make their job difficult.

Baizhu never took kindly to such incidents; this one was no different. Based on his tone of voice alone, it wasn't hard to guess that he was livid, golden irises alight with rage. Even Changsheng had hissed in their defense at the sight in front of her eyes.

He'd come back just in time to see them flinch away from the raised hand of some foreign adventurer.

"This one—"

"And who said I was asking you?" he scoffed, sliding behind the counter and checking them for wounds. They were shaking, he noted, gingerly supporting a fraction of their weight in case they were to collapse. "I was asking my herbalist, [Name]."

Baizhu was a man of patience and, really...

He wasn't all that confrontational. Despite that, any semblance of the supposed cowardice he harbored was gone in an instant.

His scarred fingers drew soothing shapes on their upper arm as he led them into the back of the clinic, guiding them to sit on one of the beds before their legs could give out.

"Are you alright?"

baizhu takes very good care of them after stressful encounters because he knows very well that such high-stress emotional experiences will take a toll on their body.

whenever a wealthier patient comes in, they've learned to overcharge them on purpose even if it's for the most ridiculous of ailments; oh? you say you have been sneezing quite a lot and are having a hard time breathing? no, no, it's not springtime allergies, who told you that? it's quite dire, in fact, and the treatment price will be awfully expensive... oh? you'll pay it? wonderful!

^ herbalist gui says that baizhu is a terrible influence on them sometimes.

in their defense, they get hefty bonuses every time wealthy people pay ridiculous prices for typically rather inexpensive herbs (like a certain ginger harbinger did one time! they still giggle at the memory of him paying so much for so little). the more wealthy people pay, the bigger their bonuses (fatui harbingers are very wealthy...).

simply put, they make more mora than the majority of their family put together because of this morally dubious behavior.

baizhu, gui, qiqi, and [name] are a chaotic found family but yk what? they all make it work <3

please consider reblogging, it helps me out quite a lot!

#aphelion's headcanons 🌸#: [ the junior herbalist! 🌸 ]#baizhu x reader #platonic genshin impact x reader #platonic genshin x reader #platonic genshin impact #baizhu x you #baizhu x y/n #genshin imagines #genshin x reader #qiqi x reader #platonic qiqi x reader

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bluginkgo · 4 months

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Wtf am I doing ranting again, you may ask. I was gonna talk about absolute solver again... but then my brain said "Nah, more nuzi." And who am I to refute that argument?

Spoilers, duh

Yes, how fricking typical. A duo of an emotionally scarred emo girl and a retriever puppy boy that get together. But honestly, after being in the usual angst department shipping for a couple of years now, Nuzi is such a refresher. Not to mention, that despite Liam Vickers focusing his story mostly on lore (LORE THAT I CRAVE AND LOVE), he takes time to include little things like nuzi. Nuzi didn't have to happen, but I'm so glad it is pretty much canon. Makes the dark and unbearably scary moments for the duo... bearable. I could go on a whole tangent about these two, but I mostly want to take note of how N interacts with Uzi. (I might do a post later doing the opposite, analysis of Uzi interacting with N.)

To put it simply, N is soft. Wow, Ginkgo what a revelation! (That was sarcasm) I know thank you. But seriously. When he talks to Uzi, his voice softens. Especially taken notice in ep4 during the Falling... for you? scene. Perhaps I'm just dense, or maybe I wasn't paying enough attention when watching the first time, but when N pulled the "therapy session" I was fully expecting for him to chat to her about the murder spree. How fricking wrong I was. N took me by surprise and asked the question that was ACTUALLY bugging Uzi the entire time. Not the killing spree, not the issue with her solver going haywire, not the backstory of her mother. None of that! It was if she was lonely.

"No, don't look. I'm gross and eating people and stuff."

"Yeah, we'll figure that part out. But you know that's not what I mean."

After rewatching the Murder Drones like 20 something times, it still baffles me how he talks to her. Softer, more open, willing to admit he's also scared- despite being a fricking disassembly drone, a demon in the eyes of regular worker drones. I can see where that trust comes from.

Uzi's fought and killed N before. But instead of fighting again, she puts blame on humans that "supposedly" made him.

"Do you really think that the company won't dispose of you, once all the workers are dead?"

Of course, there's way more evidence on how Uzi's comments, mannerisms, and remarks gave N a reason to trust her. There's also something I took notice of. The difference between N's chat with V and Uzi.

In ep3, N is cornered. Uzi and him had a misunderstanding, and V is very hush hush about their past. He has no other place to turn except to V for answers.

"V, if you're hiding something. We can figure this out together!"

He's open, here. Trying to get answers from out of thin air. Now, don't get me wrong. I love V. V is, by far, my most favorite character in the show. I love her violence, sarcasm, and character growth. But because this was only ep3, she's also trying to do what she believes is for the best. And we see why she was very hush hush about their past. N himself said "Not dealing with this great to be immediately honest." When he first lays his eyes upon the experimentation absolute solver was doing in the mansion. In V's perspective, it's better for N to forget. Ignorance is bliss as they say.

You can even see that she's guilty in the following frame for what she was about to do- cut N off literally and figuratively. Of course, since then, V has come a long way. Going even as far as trusting Uzi with everything.

But here's the difference.

"Just avoid another whole spire. Baby steps, together?"

Maybe it's just the moment, maybe it's just simple animation choice. But they made him here uncertain. The same "we can do this together" line, following his attempt with V, is less bright and more uncertain. A question, instead of a statement. He was at least somewhat ready to be shot down again, but instead Uzi met him halfway and took his hand in this big mess. It's these somewhat little moments that build the trust between the two, and what makes Nuzi so wholesome. There's no secret past about them, no big overdramatized misunderstandings. Just two people- or robots- learning how to get through this big mess of the universe ending.

And not to mention that the "together" line comes back to bite on us. The teaser for ep7 and 8 have that line as the last thing we hear.

"...figure things out... together."

I'm probably repeating things people have already said... bite me. I love Nuzi and how they've developed throughout the season. I may be after Murder Drones mainly for lore, but damn me, Nuzi is a really great addition to the entire package.

#murder drones #glitch productions #serial designation n #uzi doorman #serial designation v #biscuitbites #murder drones nuzi #nuzi #n x uzi #rant post #murder drones ep 4 #murder drones ep 3 #murder drones teaser #murder drones ep 7

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cookiesupplier · 2 months

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Every Rose Has Its Thorns - Part Twenty Two

pairing: Ricky Olson x ofc x Chris 'Motionless' Cerulli

warnings/tropes: slow burn, soulmates, strangers to enemies to lovers, betrayal, angst, fluff, smut, language, panic attack, stalking, online bullying, mental health issues.

❗PLEASE CHECK THE AUTHORS NOTE FOR THIS CHAPTER.❗

summary: In a world where soulmates inexplicably receive a tattoo that will match that of their soulmate the moment they turn eighteen years old, being famous and covered in very visible tattoos can make finding your true soulmate a questionable fate. For everyone involved.

❗❗ author’s note: This chapter includes description of an emotional breakdown, I am not including skipping points this time as it is very integrated in a characters thought processes. However if this is triggering to you, please be aware of this.

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“I don’t know, but I think it’s about time we try to find out.”

Talia looked at Ricky with wide eyes when she heard that, she could tell him, tell him about her father’s connection to the clinic back home, the one with the doctors that he was friends with. She’d mentioned that he’d tried to have her committed to Ricky already, she remembered that, but not that he knew the people there who could possibly help them, personally. People that he could ask for help. Would they, help them? Would she even want her family's help after how they’d treated her for years? She’d been right, the very soulmate that they claimed she was delusional about having, was standing right here… Swallowing, hell, a sinking feeling in her stomach, she could just hear her mother now. Claiming that this feeling coursing through her veins never happened to them, not in her parent’s soulmate bond, or any of her siblings, cousins, aunts, or uncles, so obviously it's not supposed to happen. If it didn’t happen to any of them, why would it possibly have happened to her?

Her so-called delusion that he was her soulmate must have destroyed this poor man.. Fuck fuck fuck.. Talia’s eyes flew to the floor, she remembered her mother ranting about all the things that could happen if she were to ever succeed in meeting Ricky, how he would have to pretend for her, if only for a moment, how that ‘poor man’ would have to let her down gently, feed her delusion while they called security on her so she didn’t make a fuss before they had her taken away. Then gone into detail about how she’d end up in a worse facility than the treatments her father was trying to get her admitted into if she ended up being dragged away by the officials.

Talia didn’t even realise she was crying until Ricky reached for her and lifted her chin back up from where she’d looked to the floor. Tilting her face up had one of her hot tears falling from her face and hitting the hand that she had wringing before her. Taking in a soft, almost inaudible gasp of breath as she tried not to meet his eyes, she didn’t want to do this.

What if her mother had been right? Had they all been right? What if she was broken? Had she done this to their soulmate bond? Was there just something wrong with her? Something that happened that she’d caused that had fundamentally destroyed them? Or worse. What if her parents had been right, and she’d been delusional about her tattoo all along?

Ricky had been fine until he met her, hadn’t he? Hadn’t he!? Yes, Grace hadn’t been his soulmate, but there were those that were happy with people who weren’t their soulmates all the time, and she’d ruined it. If she’d never come into his life, if Vinny had met Ava on her own, if Talia had never existed in this, he’d have been fine. Ava would have a new best friend, Grace. She felt more tears fall, and she couldn’t look at him, she couldn’t even focus on the noise in her head, the pain in her neck as she started to panic, the noise that was his voice trying to get her attention.

“Talia, Talia, Sweetheart, look at me, please?”

The tears just fell harder, faster, feeling his fingers against her skin in her panic..

“Shit shit shit,”

Ricky pulled back as Talia cried, he couldn’t get through to her, and she wasn’t listening to a word he was saying, what was he supposed to do to get her to snap out of it? Slap her? No way in hell, after the shit he’d already done to her there was no way he was going to fucking hit her that was barbaric! Pulling out his phone, he called Ava,

“Pick up, pick up… shit Ava Pick… why won't you pick up..”

It rang out.. So he tried Vinny.. And he had no luck there either..

“The one fucking time I need you to pick up the damn phone and you idiots are probably sucking face, shit.”

Scrolling on his phone, he came to another name and selected the number, and this time the tone barely rang twice before the call was picked up,

“Chris, man, I need your help, it’s Talia, she’s, she’s just.. Shit just get here, I don’t know, please. Help.”

Talia was virtually hysterical by the time Chris got there, and Ricky, well, he was freaking out internally. But at least, this time, touching her didn’t have their soulmate tattoo distracting him, driving him to, questionable ends with Chris on his way. Rick had at least managed to get her from the kitchen and into the living room, sitting her down on the couch. For some reason she was not even pulling away from him, after everything that would be what he’d expect, her to pull away, shove him away.. But instead, she had shocked him to no end in that she was clinging to him, her hands gripping his shirt, and crying against it, sobbing uncontrollably. Just as he realised what, the sobs were coming from her,

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry-”

That was when heard Chris’ car pulling up out front of the house.. What in the world would did Talia have to be sorry for that would cause this kind of reaction, of all things?

“DOORS OPEN!”

Ricky had made sure it was when he’d brought her into the lounge, not wanting to leave her alone again in her state, looking at her now, he was glad of it. Glancing up at Chris, as much as he’d felt such a severe intensity seeing him with his connection with Talia just days ago, there was a fresh wave of relief washing over Ricky right now. Relief that there was someone who could help him with her, right here, now. Someone who cared about her here with him now. Yes, he was his best friend, but seeing them together, he could tell Chris cared enough that it mattered what happened to her.

“What the fuck happened, Ricky, you were supposed to talk to her, you said you were going to come over and talk to her.”

Rick knew he wasn’t going to be in Chris’ good books over what had happened between them in the kitchen. He wasn’t sure how he could explain what had happened with the way the soulmate tattoo seemed to be affecting them both the way it was, not that it could excuse it.

“I know! I know, just help me calm her down, and I’ll explain, please Chris?”

He knew the odds were that Chris was going to be royally pissed at him for what had happened between them earlier, but the truth was, Ricky didn’t even care anymore. He’d deserve it, and more, what he cared about right now was that Talia was going to be okay. Furthermore, he might be fucked up right now, but that didn’t mean he wanted to hurt her, that he wanted to have her fall apart into a complete wreck like this.

It was when Chris sighed and got a better look at Talia as he walked around the couch, focusing on the way she was clinging to him, the sobs against his shirt, that was when Chris gave in. Rick always knew he’d agree to help, it was why he’d rushed over here, but whether he’d rip into him demanding an explanation first had been a question. Honestly, Rick was not sure if he could explain why she was like this, one second they’d been talking about figuring out the mark, and the next she was freaking out. If he was a paranoid person, he’d wonder if she knew whether she’d done something to cause this, but Talia seemed to be just as confounded as he was by their soulmate tattoos.

Chris moved by them to sit by them on the three-seater couch, his hand rubbing down Talia’s back. She didn’t seem to want to let go of Ricky’s shirt or pull away from his chest, so they settled her between them. Ricky was massaging lightly up and down her arms, holding her close, and Chris stroking little circles down her spine, talking to her softly. Chris had his cheek resting on the back of her shoulder almost, and the three of them huddled together on the couch. It would be awkward if Ricky wasn’t so worried about what had set her off in the first place. Slowly she was starting to calm down, her sobs soothed, and her tears dried, and eventually, she was just leaning against him until he almost wondered if she was asleep.

Sure enough, as Chris leaned back, and just let his hand soothing run up and down her back lightly, glancing at Rick as he sighed, she was out like a light.

“I could take her to her room, but I don’t want to just leave her here alone. Not after that.”

Chris nodded slightly, which he could agree with, talking low, not wanting to wake her, after all that crying, she needed sleep, she would have worn herself out.

“Alright, well, we stay here, but start talking Rick, out with it.”

Ricky sighed, what to say, but he knew he had to say something, he was the one that had called Chris for help.

“Well, I came over, we talked, we talked Chris.”

Ricky saw the incredulous expression on his face.

“I apologised for the way I’ve been treating her, I swear I did, and we got to talking about everything. She thanked me, she thanked me, for apologising.”

Yeah, he saw the frown on Chris’ face, and he agreed with the sentiment exactly. No one should be thanked for apologising for being a fucking asshole and acting the way he had. He’d been treating her like she was worthless, and nothing, like she didn’t even exist because she wasn’t his soulmate, and she was.. Had wanted nothing to do with her, hadn’t even wanted to hear her out. He knew Grace was a bitch, but not even talking to Talia was on him.

Not Grace.

“But then ah.. Things started happening..”

“What things?”

Chris shifted, but Ricky couldn’t really move, Talia was still leaning against his chest, asleep, and he didn’t want to disturb her, and where her head was against his shoulder, she mumbled slightly, shit.. He stilled, not wanting to wake her, and watched as Chris rubbed his hand lightly down her back again to soothe her, waiting until she was calm again before he continued.

“Well, yesterday, since the party actually, I’ve noticed my soulmate tattoo has been doing strange things-”

“Ricky-”

“Wait, I know, it sounds insane it does, but it's been happening, and yesterday, I noticed, that Talia was reacting the same time my tattoo was getting these strange sensations. I didn’t say anything because of the video and needed to get it done, but then, when it started happening again today, I said something, I, well, I asked her if she could feel it.”

Hearing what Ricky was saying had Chris raising his eyebrows, looking down at the sleeping form of the tiny woman between them. He had heard things about soulmate tattoos potentially doing things like this, but never seen it, and it was only ever rumours from the people that he’d talk to. Some things could never be proven, some things that none of the doctors wanted to admit that they just never could know for certain. Like why, and how, the tattoos chose the people they did. They always talked about those kinds of things like it was down to a science like it was never wrong, but Chris was never sure, because if that was the case, why did some never even get the chance to meet their soulmates, and so many lived with so much pain from a loss of a bond that probably should never have been forced on them in the first place.

Chris had strong opinions about that, especially because he knew first-hand.

“And?”

“And it ah.. It got heated, extremely.. It was both of us, Chris, neither of us could help it, I fucking swear.”

Ricky remembered the way she told him how much she needed him, she just needed to touch him, and he swallowed slightly, shuddering, glancing down at her, what were they going to do, how were they going to handle this if he couldn’t be around her, alone with her, without their tattoos, doing that to them? Everyone said they could at least be friends, and how, how could they even be friends when that happened? Anyone that said it was just about self-control, Rick would personally take a fire poker and stick it in their eye because the feeling from his soulmate tattoo was like a fucking brand sometimes, and how was that not overwhelming?

Chris frowned just the same, it didn’t make it better to hear it, it didn’t make it better at fucking all that they were both been affected like this, that they were both being driven, and then his eyes flickered down to Talia, if she was driven to do something, and she thought, and Ricky..

“Did you walk away again?!”

Oh, the only thing sparing Ricky right now was Talia asleep against him, Chris’ terse words were only hushed for her benefit,

“Is that why she broke down Ricky? I don’t care what happened, I don’t care what she might have done, you both are going through this, and you need to figure this out together, not you walking away all th-”

“I didn’t walk away! I pulled away yes, but only to stop touching her, every time I touched her, even close to that, I couldn’t stop.”

Swallowing. He took in a slow breath, Chris still didn’t look happy, not in the least,

“This, this seems to be okay, I guess around other people, maybe I guess, seems to be okay.. But when we’re alone, it just, it’s like everything kicks into overdrive Chris, and these feelings from the soulmate tattoos, they’ve been building up, it’s just, it’s immense Chris, I, I can’t-”

Ricky choked off, he didn’t know how to handle any of this, he had been struggling even before this development, and now what the hell was he supposed to do? No, no, what were they were going to do? Shit. No, no they weren’t together, and even Talia agreed, they didn’t have to be, but dealing with this alone led them here hadn’t it? Sighing, if they kept going like this, they were just going to destroy each other, he wasn’t so stupid he couldn’t tell that.

“Then what caused this Rick, why’d she break down?”

Closing in his eyes, trying to focus on before, Talia had her meltdown even if all he could think of was that fear, that pain in her eyes as she started to cry and he couldn’t calm her down before he called Chris.

“I pulled away from her, okay yes I did that, not touching her, we talked, about how we couldn’t be, together”

Ricky sighed heavily,

“Chris, we were talking about this fucked up bond, and everything that happened with Grace, and how I can’t even handle being in my house let alone a relationship, how she deserves a better soulmate-”

“Rick-”

“Yeah, don’t worry Chris, she shut me down too. She gave me a talking too, told me to listen to all of you, and that just if I couldn’t trust myself, I should trust you-”

“Such a smart girl, our Talia.”

Ricky rolled his eyes at the smirk Chris gave him at that, which just made the singer laugh softly as he reached over and punched his upper arm lightly.

“Smart arse. Unfortunately, that brought up a thought that I really didn’t want to think about..”

The curious look on Chris’ face was clear, he wanted to know what Ricky meant.

“How everyone has been encouraging me towards her since I broke it off with Grace, it’s been feeling like you’ve all been pressuring me, pushing me as much as this fucking soulmate tattoo is now. It just -”

“Shit, Ricky, that isn’t what we -”

“I know, I know you guys only meant good things, but it didn’t feel good. I felt like shit, so in turn I took it in the worst way, in turn I spiralled with everything you said. Then with Talia saying I should trust you, and feeling like everyone was pushing her on me, thinking every time we were alone we couldn’t control ourselves, the whole conversation brought up the soulmate tattoos and thinking about them.. It all basically led to shit skyrocketing and the tattoos reacting pretty badly.”

Ricky didn’t want to admit that it was Talia talking about her time with Chris that had the tattoo reacting the way it had, because it made him feel like an even bigger asshole. He had no problem with her having friends, he didn’t, hell, right now, Chris sitting here with them, his hand rubbing up and down her back like that, didn’t both him at all, so where was the line? What was going on here?

“So, I said we should find out what’s going on, and the next thing I know, she starts getting upset, and soon it’s a full meltdown. I don’t know Chris, I just don’t know.”

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Bite shift (Part 3) (You people are insane + Ily)

I was so surprised that anyone enjoyed the first two parts of this fic! And it's with a heavy heart that I apologise to you for not knowing where to go with this AT ALL. I'll briefly summarise here and if it doesn't sound like what you want, ignore the post!

In this part, Leon is absolutely obsessed with the reader and CANNOT get the reader out of his head. He, unexpectedly, goes to find you in your home! You try threaten him, and get him to leave, but he kinda doesn't know what he wants n' refuses to leave.

Characters: GN!Vampire!Reader, (not so) Corrupt Cop!Leon Kennedy

Warnings: NSFW CUZ SEXUAL THEMES N BITING N BLOOD LOVELIES BE CAREFUL!!!, Blood, GN!Vampire!Reader, (He's not so corrupt cop anymore, he's kinda soft n good boy now) Kennedy . Vampires, biting, everything that goes with them, Reader is AGAIN GN for purpose of inclusivity! None of the reader's age, job title, gender or appearances described also. Brief seduction, Copy n pasted warnings etc (am lazy monke) There's a bit of hurt n comfort?? Like Leon goes insane and initially reader is scared of him but this is a super comfort fic they talk it out, cuddle, n reader gets another bite to eat :)

REALLY slow burn I think?? ++ You have the brief choice at the end to spare or kill Leon for good :flushed: it might be disturbing so if you see red and don't want to see him die, don't read on!!!

A day or two later, Officer Kennedy was discharged. A thorough examination having displayed no further symptoms. It was a concern that he'd contracted some kind of virus or infection, due to his 'hallucinations'.

I mean - who was going to listen to this man babble and rant about having been 'ambushed' and bitten by a vampire?

Nobody.

Nobody at all.

Anyway, he was ready and rearing to go.

Rearing to go and... avoid you... At all costs.

He continued his policing duties: driving down and monitoring highways, detaining criminals and traffic violators and helping rescue cats from trees. You know, rookie stuff (..as written by someone who has no knowledge on the matter.)

For the next few weeks, his life was as back to normal as it could be. The bite you'd left him had since scabbed and was healing, but the mental wound you'd dealt remained painfully fresh.

Everywhere he went, he saw you. Except he didn't, but he could have sworn he had. Or maybe, just maybe he had. He didn't know, and the more he thought about you, the worse and the weaker he felt. He wasn't trying to seek you out or anything. In fact, a large part of him wished he couldn't see you, ever again.

But he could. As he passed by streets of people, he saw your silhouette. He knew your figure, your shape. He knew perfectly the colours that painted your eyes, the style you chose to adorn yourself with - he vividly remembered the sound of your voice, the shade of your lips.

The shade of your lips, drenched in his blood.

Leon cringed at the thought. It was monstrous, disgusting, it was terrifying, but in a way it was right: He'd gotten himself 'entangled' with you when he tried to attack you, and you, quite frankly, showed him who was boss. And now, no matter how Leon twisted or turned it, no matter how he looked at the world around him, he kept seeing you.

He almost missed you. No, he couldn't, he wouldn't. You tried to kill him! But you didn't... You saved him.

Focus. Keep walking, Leon. You know what you saw, you're not insane, but now's not the time to think about-

Leon freezes. There you were, again, swimming in the sea of heads before him. He was on his way home from work, it being quite late in the evening, and among the vivid street-lights and shop-window haze, he could have sworn he'd seen you. Your height, your clothing. Your size, your figure. It all added up. This was wrong, this was terrifying. Kennedy's heart pounds in his chest, as if he hadn't seen 'you' four times already, in that same week.

Despite how foolish he was being, despite how dangerous it could be, he couldn't help but remain entranced as his legs brushed him swiftly through the hustle and bustle of rush-hour. His eyes were glued to his target as his body moved on instinct, using his hands to push through the crowd. He operated like some large predator, hunting unknowing prey, yet in this situation, you were the flame, and he was the moth.

Closer and closer he came to your form. Further, deeper into danger.

And then 'you' turn to almost face him.

He stumbles. He comes to a halt. Again, it was not you. Only a meter or so away from his mirage, he quickly turns back in the direction of his home, frustrated and humiliated. You were really intervening in his life like this. 'Showing up' at his place of work. Even during his free time, you hounded him. You'd stolen the keys to a room within his head, and he feared you'd never leave.

It wasn't just you now, though. Oh no. He trod with a newfound care through the swarms of commuters. He was even extra careful with his co-workers and the criminals he dealt with. Why? Well, no matter how they looked, be it the shade of their skin or the colour of their eyes. Nothing about their appearance or personality, or their voice or mannerisms could convince him that they weren't like you - a vengeful, blood-sucking creature. What if they were out to get him too? Had you sent them news of him?

Leon drowned in his thoughts as he stumbled home in the freshly falling rain. He felt sluggish, as though his flesh and muscle wore away beneath the falling tears, and promptly disappeared into the puddles which splashed beneath his feet. As he turned the corner to his street, he left the flow of people going about their lives, and made his way home to sulk over his own.

He felt miserable as he walked. Thinking of you seemed to draw this certain energy from him. It was as though each time, he felt this particular sense of fear or dread-filled adrenaline. He felt as though scraps of himself, of his confidence and of his willpower, were being washed down the drains beside him. He felt hopeless.

He also felt angry. He was angry that he'd tried what he had, but angry that you'd overpowered him so easily. He was angry that you'd gotten away, and that he'd lost you. He was slightly angry that you hadn't just finished the job.

But he was also pleased. He was pleased to be alive, pleased to have been taught an efficient lesson. He was pleased to have been saved from what could have been a horrible life.

He was stuck in a cycle of bittersweet emotions. He hated how grateful he was to you. And yet, he didn't even know you.

What he did know, he thought suddenly as he neared his home, was where you lived. And just like that, his feet stopped just by the walkway to your home.

You watch from the comfort of your sofa as a familiar figure comes to a halt on the pavement right outside your home. He's drenched, mind and body and he stands so, so still. He remains there against the barrage of the rain and winds, until his head rises to stare at your front door, bug-eyed.

To sum up your brain's patterns at this particular moment:

'Who is... oh my God, no-' You mouth to yourself in shock as you recognise the man outside your home. He was the officer who had violated you only a week or so ago, and now, he was outside your home.

You had a nasty feeling that how 'outside' he was was about to change as he slowly began to trail along the path towards your house. Racking your brains as to why he may be back, only one answer seemed to fit: revenge. That was it, he wanted revenge on you. He was going to attack you, and he knew what you were and how to do it. He didn't strike you as an idiot. He'd probably brought backup.

Hide. You had to hide.

You slid from your couch to the floor, hoping he wouldn't notice any movement through your blinds, before stalking off to hide within your own home, as if you were the trespasser. You take a position in one of the rooms within your main hallway, somewhere you can see the door, but where it's not easy to see you. You might have to ambush him, and anybody else he's brought.

In a way, it was like dealing with a bug or spider, and many of you may relate to this. Of course, there are some of you out there who just kill the bug, no big deal, no second thoughts. But for some, you're in a difficult position where you'd like to get rid of the bug and get it away from you... without hurting or interacting with it at all, really. And that's where you stood with Officer Kennedy. You had no intention of killing him, and feared this interaction may force your hand. So, how would you get rid of him... without either of you getting hurt?

'Knock. Knock.'

Bony knuckles tap your door. The sound seems timid, yet pronounced. He wants to be heard. You watch the dark shadow of his tall figure as it towers over the window on your door. You weren't scared of him, you just wanted to avoid conflict, right? And how better to do that, you thought, than just pretending you're not home.

You're not there.

"...Hello?" Leon's shadow grows larger as he leans into your door, seemingly trying to look or listen through the glass to see if anybody's in. He bends down to open your letter-flap, and peers in nosily before continuing "...Anyone home?"

You. You were home, but you didn't want him to know that. You remain silent, staring at the wall in front of you as you listened to his words. He sounded hesitant and shy, but also hopeful. He seemed to really want to see you.

You wonder if it would be so bad to invite him in, maybe to have a word with him. He seemed nervous and weak, and now you'd thought about it, you didn't even see him arrive in a car. He probably hadn't brought anybody. You hear the noises from outside quickly silence as he allows your door flap to close once more, entirely dejected. You share a sigh with him as he steps away from the door, disgruntled at his own foolishness. You, on the other hand, are relieved. You're glad he's given up-

"I just wanted to talk", his muffled voice sounds through your door, apprehensive. Some feeling of shame gnaws at you. You barely have any impression of him, and despite it possibly being an act, he seemed so much more respectful and destitute than the last time you'd spoken. You slowly approach the door, feeling heavy and sluggish, as though you'd regret it.

"Are you alone?" You probe, cautious yet firm. His shadow freezes mid-back-away, and you can just about see his wide eyes through the rippled glass.

"I... am... I'm alone..." He seems unsure if he could even hear you, or if he was truly insane. There's a long silence as he stands outside obediently, patiently, whilst his clothes are soaked through amidst the downpour. Well. The jig was up now, he knew you were home. You padded slowly to the door, latching the chain on the door so it could only open a little. That little was enough to take in his appearance.

The officer was disheartened, and innocent looking, like a lost puppy. His soft blues occasionally made contact with your own, glancing up at you, down at the ground and then back up at you. He appeared tired, physically and mentally, silver mane glued to his face by the rain that dripped from each tussle and lock. He was timid, fiddling with the button on his flashlight, and something in the twitch of his lips indicated that he felt as sorry as you did.

"Promise you're alone?" As soon as Kennedy nods, you close the door to unhook the latch and let him in. He's bashful, looking at you to make sure it's ok, and once he's inside and the door is shut behind him, he just stands there, watching you. He looks fearful, but also vacant. He seems to have no idea what to do or say. Meanwhile, you knew what to do with him.

First things first, as it were. You gently reach forward and remove his sopping coat, hanging it on your door to drip dry. He remains still, unmoving as you remove his hat, his new, replacement hand cuffs, his gun and his radio, placing them behind you, just out of his reach. He seems entirely tranquil as his view follows each of your movements, voiding him of the instruments he'd need to survive you.

He doesn't speak, he barely moves. Mostly, he sways back and forth a little, weakly, lost in either deep or no thought as his eyes flicker and his lips twitch.

To put it lightly, Leon looked as though he'd lost a water-gun fight, badly, to about a hundred kids. His clothes and shoes were soaked right through, and he continued to drip.

"Why are you here?" You break the silence, dragging Leon's eyes to your face at speed. He blinks a few times, as if he'd just been dazed by some bright light, before opening his mouth to speak.

"I... don't know." His voice is soft, timid, as though he feared speaking might prompt you to attack him.

"You don't know??" You almost feel annoyed. Could he be lying now? Instead of admitting that he'd come to kill you or get revenge? You eye him, watching him shiver under your glare. He flinches at your words, and swallows hard. "What do you mean: you 'don't know'?" You pry further, before regretting your words as his eyes narrow and he shies further away.

"I just... I just wanted to see you again", his voice cuts through a particularly bitter silence, just as you were thinking of apologising. He seems to be thinking hard about his next words, about his next move. He's planning carefully. He can't attack you, but he's ready to try and run if need be. "If you want me to leave, I can do that." His voice, a gentle whisper, lulls you into a sense of pity.

You can't help but feel bad for him. It was clear he was scared, intimidated. Was he being truthful? Had you charmed him in some way, and he just couldn't resist you? You knew it was possible, it's a feeding instinct to charm your prey so that they'll return for you to finish the job, but you didn't remember doing that to Leon.

"No. Look - just wait there." You ease him, watching him to get a sense for whether he'll obey. You rush to your room to find him something warm and cosy. A hoodie? some sweatpants? They'll do nicely.

You head back to him, realising that he hasn't moved an inch, not to retrieve his gun, not to do anything. Still squinting, he turns to face you. That's when you realise he's not only squinting out of fear. As a nocturnal creature, you can see in the dark. He, however, can not. You get used to living in the dark, saves on the bills, and it hadn't crossed your mind at all that he had not gotten used to that.

You quickly go to turn the hallway light on, causing him to screw his eyes shut momentarily. When he opens them again, they focus on you, and then flutter down to the clothing you hold out to him. Hesitantly, he takes them. You offer him an empathetic smile, "Leon, you're going to have to use your words... It's alright, I won't bite." Your eyes meet and he smiles, grateful. You can't resist teasing him as he lets out a small relieved sigh "...yet." He tenses in response.

You turn, hiding your mischievous smile as you lead him to your bathroom. You tell him he can get changed there, and that he can just leave his clothes in the shower where it's alright if they drip for now. He nods gratefully, and, a while later, joins you on your couch, wearing your clothes. His hair is still damp and you have to tell him he can sit before he does so, but overall, he looks more ready to speak. In fact, he looks as though he's about to speak, and as though you can't stop him.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry for what I did to you." He admits quickly, his voice hoarse and weak, "It was wrong. it was so wrong. Since then I- I can't get you out of my head. You're everywhere I look. Even now, I..." He trails off, voice wavering in desperation as his hands raise slowly towards you. "I can't believe-" he breathes, cut short as you gently take his hands in yours. He stares, eyes and mouth wide, petrified.

That was it, you'd been right. You must have charmed him in some way- of course he'd run right back to you. He might even be obsessed with you.

You could tell it wasn't just you he was afraid of. He must have felt like a prisoner in his own mind, he must have been suffering. You watch him, pitying as you slowly lower his hands to rest between the two of you, squeezing them reassuringly. His mouth closes and he swallows hard again. He nips his bottom lip once, anxiously.

"It's ok", you soothe, drawing his attention back to your words as he begins to breathe more slowly again "I understand, and you've learnt your lesson, right?" You ask, ducking your head slightly to look into his eyes. He nods eagerly in response before listening carefully to your next words, "I know you didn't have much of a reason, for coming back... you just wanted to. In all honesty, I think I charmed you. It's... something we do-" You're surprised to be cut off as Leon shakes his head quickly, protesting.

"No.. I don't think you did." he rasps.

"Sure I did, otherwise you wouldn't have come back, or kept seeing me"

"No. I had reasons to see you again. There was just a lot of them, and some of them didn't go together and I got confused, but I think I know now why I'm here." Words spilled from the officer's mouth as he tried his best to explain everything. Struggling, he didn't even know what he was trying to explain. Feeling sorry, again, you try and calm him. You give his hands another squeeze, and obediently, he falls silent. He watches, expectant.

"It's ok. You're not gonna die anytime soon or anything. We've got ages, just tell me what's on your mind, and we'll figure it out." You try and sound as genuine and sympathetic as possible, calming him. He takes a few shuddery breathes before continuing:

"I was really scared, at first. I thought I was gonna die..." He stares past you, deep in thought "And then I was angry." You flinch at his words, did that mean he wanted revenge now, after all? "But wait, I'm not angry anymore." He continues, seeing your change of face, "Really, I'm grateful. You could have killed me but you didn't... It's just like... I must have been.. about as scared as you were." He looks away for a bit, "Or as scared as you would have been, if you were human..."

There's a long quiet. All you can hear is the anxious shaking of Leon's leg, and his soft, quick breathing. He seems to be still piecing things together in his head. All you can do for now is listen- listen and wonder if he were actually under some kind of spell or not.

"This might sound crazy... But I think I believe in Karma now. I think you just... gave me what I deserved", his blue eyes meet yours, gleaming with some sort of hope, or excitement, "You stopped me from doing something... well, you stopped me going further and you taught me to never ever do it again. I'm not mad at you, I'm grateful, I wanted to find you to thank you-"

"I was gonna kill you, you know..." you cut him off unceremoniously, feeling the need to come clean before he continued worshipping you as some kind of saint. He stares forward, listening as you continue, "But I couldn't. I didn't want to."

"I thought so-", he surprises you, "You probably should have. That's why I came back!" He declares proudly, looking at you like a dog that's retrieved a stick.

"What?"

"Well.. I kept wondering why you didn't finish me off, and like, I kept seeing you, I felt like I was going insane, so not only did I want to thank you but I wanted to say... you know... if you wanna... finish me off, make sure I don't tell anybody, that kinda thing..."

If you squinted, really really hard, you could see a faint reddening on his cheeks and nose. The offer was certainly tempting, but you still really didn't want to kill him. You didn't want to let him make you hungry, but the subject was just too enticing.

"You want me... to bite you again?" Your eyebrow raises and your mouth hangs open in shock.

"Well look, here's the thing", he interjects, "I also wanted to ask if I was hallucinating.. Are you real?? Did you actually like, change and bite me?" his expression morphs into one of wonder. It seems as though he's decided he's probably going to die today, and having made perfect peace with that, he's decided to tick off his bucket list of admissions and and curiosities.

"It's true... You saw what you saw. Don't worry, we're kinda rare." His eyes widen in amazement as you speak, even more so as you mention being scarce. Maybe he's relieved that the world isn't as dangerous as he thought? No.

"I got lucky then..." he breathes, "Running into you..." Really, you're amazed by his positivity. He did seem so grateful that you, in a way, saved his soul. He would never be a perfect man, sure, but he was much closer to it now. Besides, who were you to judge?

You sit and speak with the officer for a while, comparing your lives, your jobs. You couldn't help but feel for him. Deep down below that one questionable choice he'd made, he was inquisitive and kind. He was also cute, and charming. The longer you spoke, the more you remembered that night. Your mind skimmed over the way he felt in your arms, the way he held you as you drunk from him. You thought again about how he tasted, how obedient he was...

You shake your head franticly having zoned out half way through a conversation about something or other, you didn't know anymore. He seemed confused, looking at you, wondering what it was you disagreed with.

He had no idea that what you were trying to disagree with was how much you wanted to sink your teeth into his flesh again. You wanted to taste him again. That offer of 'finishing him off' was starting to sound formidably good-

Suddenly, you stand. "It's been lovely speaking with you, but I think you should leave", you say firmly, looking at him. His expression instantly shifts to one of fear and sorrow, worried he'd upset you somehow. He stands too, to be polite.

"Why? What's wrong?" his voice is whiny and cautious again, shamefully, it catered perfectly to your predatory instincts. You stumble over a reason to give him, becoming more desperate as his change of manner has you falling more for him.

"I just think it's getting late... and you need to get home."

"Wh- I'm a grown man! I'm an officer! I can look after myself!" he pleads, pouting cutely. Not good, not good at all. Becoming a little more desperate, you argue back, hissing at him.

"We both know that's not true! Go on! Get home, it's late!" You repeat, striding towards him, flailing your arms in an attempt to spook him as you back him towards the door. You're not sure what physical changes occur unknowingly in your hungry stupor, but something seems to indeed freak him. He presses himself up against the door, too afraid to take his eyes off of you to open it and run.

"P-Please calm down!" He begs, "What did I do? Wh-" he doesn't even look at his weapons which are once again out of reach, but his sudden reluctance to be attacked by you confirms one thing: So much for 'finish me off, I want to die, I've come to say sorry' you sulk in your head. Really, you were grateful - it'd help you NOT eat him, and once you'd let him run away, he surely wouldn't come back... and that's what you wanted, right?

So why now, were you pressed against him, baring your fangs and staring into his frightened eyes? You were going crazy. You could feel his flustered heat on you. In truth, you'd missed him so much too: his scent, his taste. You missed his whimpers, his voice, his little breaths. And now, now, you were just going to let him get away???

Part of you certainly didn't think so.

You tried desperately to rationalise this. It was bad. He was scared. You should let him go before it's too late -

He grips your arms gently, stirring your thoughts. He's neither pushing you away, nor pulling you somehow closer to him. He's just holding onto you. It was too late. Your attention is drawn entirely to his earlier words: 'how he said you could have him. He'd missed you, he wanted you to have him. You were doing the right thing.'

You couldn't help yourself as you watched him. You could almost hear the apprehension and panic flowing through him. You could see the twitch in his veins. You saw how the lump in his throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, dread devouring him. And yet, why didn't he run? Why wasn't he gone? Why hadn't he shot you?

You freeze, remembering, ironically, just how mortal you were.

"...Why aren't you running?" You mumble, barely able to get the words out for fear that as soon as your mouth opens, your fangs will find resort in his neck.

You step back and close your eyes as he lets go of you. Taking a deep breath, you do your best to sooth any murderous tendencies infecting you. It's difficult, but eventually, you feel a little more tranquil. A little less hungry. It helped not being able to see his sweet face, his scared eyes. So innocent, so-

Stop thinking about it.

Stop.

Opening your eyes, your first move is to lean right past him and open the door, pulling him out of the way so you can leave it wide open. Your eyes meet his, which hadn't left you at all the whole time. "Go on. Get out." You say, weakly. He looked hurt, and you started to feel bad. He probably had no idea what you were thinking, why you were so desperate for him to leave "I'm sorry- I just think it's best if you go now..."

You're a wolf, watching a sheep, doing your best to not leap and devour. He's a small, foolish sheep who does nothing but stand in front of you... And stare at you, with large doe-eyes. He might as well have been serving himself up on a platter as he stood there, timid, swallowing again. His fists were clenched by his side, and his face unreadable. You swore to yourself that if he didn't get out of that door in 5 seconds-

Gradually, he reaches backward, placing one hand on the door. Eyes locked in yours, he pushes it closed.

He's sealed his own fate.

You can't help yourself. This was the final straw, he had to want it. He had to want you to bite him. You'd given him plenty chance to get away. The look in his heavy-lidded eyes shows he knows exactly what's coming as you launch towards him. You wrap one arm around his waist, the other cups the back of his head to hold him still as you dig your fangs into him again.

He lets out a hiss of pain, which slowly melts into one of satisfaction as his strong arms rise to hug your torso, pulling you close to him. You're lost in the taste of thick iron as it spills from his throat. Unable to waste a drop, you're licking, slurping and sucking with animosity as he gently picks you up, slowly walking you back to your couch. You're in such a greedy daze that you barely notice his soft groan as he topples down onto the sofa with you on his lap, hugging you tightly as you drink.

"Thank you... for this" he grunts, burying his face into your neck lovingly, letting out a whine each time you suck particularly hard. He seemed to taste even better than last time, so fresh, so sweet. Maybe because he was willing. That was right, you couldn't believe that he'd given himself to you. The thought makes you feel warm inside, tingly and soft as you pull away for a while to trail messy kisses up his neck and jaw, licking him, teasing with your fangs softly before continuing to drink. He shivers, he groans and he tightens his grip on you.

You stay like that for a while, getting comfortable enough to straddle his lap as you drink from him. You ruffle his hair appreciatively and run your hands up and down him as you drink, overcome with giddiness and joy. This could get addictive, you think, but was it addictive enough to keep him around?

Listen, this fic is going so badly, but I think you, for reading it and putting up with it, have a right to decide just how evil you want to be, and so, are you going to kill Leon? Or are you gonna keep him around? :)

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He was just too sweet to lose. Besides, you thought, trying to stay just a bit evil, think of the power couple you could be! Think of the criminals he could bring you to eat! You giggle a little at the thought, causing the officer to pull away slightly. He stares into your eyes, displaying nothing but curious enamour. You shake your head at him and nuzzle back into his neck, and he relaxes back into you. He lazily tilts his head to the side, giving you easier access to him.

Each time your mouth or tongue connects with his neck, he lets out a soft sigh or shudder, and relaxes further into you. After while, he lifts and props up his legs, prompting you to fall into him and lay there. He's flirty and sweet even when you're feeding on him, killing him, and you can't help but be overcome by giddiness and affection as you near your fill.

You begin to lick at his neck, firmly, applying pressure until his wound finally closes a long while later. The whole time, he still embraces you tightly, snuggling into you affectionately. He probably has no idea whether he's about to live or die still, and yet, he remains loyal and caring, comforting you as if you're the intimidated one here.

You're drunk on his blood, shrouded in his scent and warmth, and quite frankly, you don't feel like moving at all. Instead, you curl up to him, lazily kissing his neck a few more times before balling yourself. His arms envelop you completely. He places a long, chaste kiss on the crown of your head, and like that, you fall asleep.

You wake up the next morning to your alarm.

Ughhh...

Time for work, again.

And like that, Leon was gone, again.

He desperately longed to see you again.

...Again.

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Leon wasn't a good man, and he certainly didn't deserve to be saved as such. Charm or no charm, he'd sealed his fate by coming back, and he'd further sealed it by staying. You bore your sharpened teeth further into his neck, delighting as his life flows faster and faster from him, bubbling and oozing down his neck and shoulder, faster than you can keep up. Maybe you'd been a bit greedy, admittedly.

He groans again in pain, and a glance at his face shows an expression of empty fear as he meekly comes to terms with his fate. He knows the end is near, for good this time. He's finally been saved, cleansed. All of the bad he's done is sure to be gone now, put to rest alongside him. Leon feels himself becoming weak, reaching upwards, he delicately hooks his hands onto your shoulders so he can keep you within his embrace in his last moments.

His breath becomes raspy as he wheezes into your ear, doing his best to remain quiet and patient. Silent tears fall from his eyes, and in his last moments of consciousness, he mumbles over and over "thank you... thank... thank you..."

What a way to go, you ponder darkly, as the flow of blood beings to slow down, bemusing you. A rookie, new on the job, full of life. He had the whole world ahead of him: money to make, lives to save, places to see, people to meet... Walked home one day in the rain, never to be seen again.

The clean up was... mundane, but it was well worth it.

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Hi!!! I want to apologise for this fic! It took a long time to get out, I suffered severe writer's block! Honestly I spent days on this puppy, and maybe it isn't even that good of a fic, I feel like I'm losing my knack for writing already! Thanks for the support and I'm sorry if it didn't go the way you wanted it to go! I added two choices, just incase! But I'm sorry again that the choice where you uhmmm send Leon on a one way trip to the afterlife is pretty short, it's not something I love writing about!!!! Also I don't really know how it works???

So sorry this fic sucked but PLEASE if you want something my asks and dms are SO open (I think>???) n we can talk properly about what you want there!!

again i'm so sorry about this I can't :skull:

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always-andromeda · 2 years

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i. Maneater

Eddie Munson x Henderson Sister!reader

Word Count | 2,020

Summary | You have a bit of a reputation for...getting around. But you pretend to be a sweetheart oh so well. Luckily, Eddie "The Freak" Munson knows how to see right through the rumors.

Author's Note | just a casual little three parter! also, I apologize in advance if this one is a little out of character for him. I kind of struggled to get his vibe accurate. also omg I'm in love with the cover. this picture of him has me frothing at the mouth just a tad. his gaze is so soft. and. his arms. I am in love again. I most likely will make a sequel for this little trilogy because I have IDEAS.

Warnings | mentions of promiscuity, mentions of drug usage, nothing else I can think of!

Parts |

Maneater

i. | ii. | iii.

Head Over Heels

i. | ii. | iii.

Your brother was a fanatic at this point. He talked about Dungeons and Dragons almost all the time. In the car on the drive to school, during school, at the dinner table, and any other conversation he could slip the game into. You wouldn’t be surprised if his dreams were filled with it either. Neither you or your mom really bought into the conspiracy that it was indoctrinating kids into a satanic cult, but you both agreed that the obsession Dustin had slowly been cultivating throughout his childhood was reaching a fever pitch, especially when he joined the high school's D & D club.

There was one other thing that Dustin talked about a lot too, and that was the Hellfire Club’s Dungeon Master, Eddie Munson. Being a teenage boy with no father figure in his life, Dustin latched on to almost any older male in his life. And he got protective of them very quickly.

For example, when Steve came around, Dustin made you swear up and down that you weren’t going to fall madly in love with him. That had been an easy promise to make. Steve Harrington wasn’t exactly your type. Yeah, he was cute and had been a basketball player, but he lacked the grit that you really looked for in guys. Besides, you hadn’t forgotten how he’d bullied a bunch of your friends during sophomore year. Steve was too conventional, you decided. Too much like the kind of guy your mother would adore if you took him home.

And as much as you loved your mother, you did enough with your life to make her proud. So what if you went to the occasional party on the weekend? So what if you snuck a few guys into your room? As long as you made it home before your 11 pm curfew and kept your grades high, you were just fine. Your mother didn’t have to know about any of your exploits outside of school.

Except Dustin knew. A little. He couldn’t be stopped from pushing his nose into your affairs on a good day but when he walked into your bedroom as Connor Fielding was putting his shirt back on after a particularly eventful night, Dustin swore he’d keep his mouth shut about all of it if you did one thing. That one thing was driving him to every place his social life required him to be at. Thus began your thankless career as Dustin’s chauffeur.

Though you’d driven Dustin to D & D meets about a dozen times before and went to the same high school as him, you’d never met this Eddie Munson. All of your classes were in advanced placement so you’d certainly never been in a classroom with him. You hadn’t even had a chance encounter during his infamous rants in the cafeteria where he teased the jocks and cheerleaders. The way your classmates talked about him with such disdain combined with Dustin’s idolatry of him fueled this legendary status. The man might as well be a god, as far as Dustin had convinced you.

So when you saw the leather and denim clad, curly haired, dark eyed guy with chains and jewelry dripping from almost every part of his look, you didn’t think twice. In fact, you wouldn’t have thought about him again if he hadn’t spotted you in your car and sauntered over as Dustin ran to get into the backseat. And nothing, absolutely nothing, could’ve prepared you for seeing him up close.

“Well, hello there.” He purred with a lazy smirk. He had a bit of a six o' clock shadow forming along his jaw, telling you that he couldn't possibly be a high school student. Yet, he wore the same baseball style tee that members of the Hellfire Club wore. Whoever this guy was, you didn't care exactly.

“Hi,” you muttered, returning a tight lipped smile. You were just waiting for Dustin to buckle his seatbelt when the guy brought his fists up to rest under his cheeks, elbows planted firmly on your door.

“Uh…do I know you?” Your brow quirked up at him.

“I was wondering the same thing.” His eyes went wild, his expression almost theatrical in nature.

“I’m Dustin’s older sister.” You shook your head slowly, hoping the interaction would soon be over. Through your rear view mirror you could just start to see Dustin’s face contort into a horrified frown.

The guy gave Dustin a brief but knowing look before replying, “Ah, makes sense. I’m-”

“Eddie Munson! He’s Eddie Munson, the Dungeon Master, and he’s totally off limits!” Your brother screeched from the backseat.

“What’s that all about?” Eddie chuckled awkwardly.

You lowered your voice, scrunching your nose, “Nothing, he just gets fussy when he hasn’t had a snack in a couple of hours.” The little comment earned a snort from Eddie and he dipped his head, covering his face with his hair, so Dustin wouldn’t see him laugh

His gaze peeked out from behind his dark locks, “So what’s a girl like you doing toting her brother around all day?”

You sighed, already exasperated at his antics. Based on the stories, you’d expected Eddie Munson would be…well…a freak. But at that moment he looked just like any other guy trying to philander his way into your life.

“Well, I’m afraid that’s none of your business.” You said sweetly.

“Oh, we’re doing cheeky now? I can be cheeky.” The smirk only grew, crawling up the side of his face and making his cheeks puff out.

You squinted, tilting your head teasingly, “No, it’s just that I barely know you aside from how Dusty blabbers about you all the time.”

"I can hear you, you know? You can’t just talk about me like I’m not here.” Hearing his name, Dustin chimed in again, though he was quickly ignored.

“So you do know me?” Eddie's eyes seemed to fill with stars.

You shot him down before he could get too full of himself, “I know of you. That’s a little different. I will say that your reputation certainly precedes you. I was picturing some horns…and…fangs.” But the comment did nothing but encourage his ego.

“Oh, I can pull out the fangs.” He chuckled, biting at the inside of his cheek. He was enjoying this back and forth. How you leveled with him so effortlessly.

Dustin kicked at the back of your seat hard and you held back the urge to turn around and scream at him. “Maybe another time. I’ve got to get Dusty home.” You said sarcastically.

And with that, Eddie was lifting his arms from your door and taking a few steps back, finally deciding to throw in the towel, “Of course. It was a pleasure meeting you…uh…I didn’t catch your name?”

“Y/n!” You yelled as you pulled out of your spot. As you drove away you were leaving Eddie Munson standing on the pavement, positively dumbstruck, and deciding that he wasn’t going to give up that easily.

You made your way to McDonalds. Dustin always liked having a snack after a long D & D meeting. You weren't lying when you remarked on it to Eddie. Dustin would've been mortified, not wanting his image tainted in the eyes of his hero. You ordered what you usually did for Dustin: a hamburger with fries and a chocolate sundae.

"So, Dusty, you didn't tell me that your Dungeon Master was like that." You mused as you pulled further into the drive through.

"Yeah, I didn't tell you for a reason." He glared at you with spite, far too much for a fourteen year old.

You gave your debit card to the employee at the first window, paying for your order. "You know, you're being awfully rude to the person who's getting you a delicious and nutritious full course meal."

Dustin sighed heavily and pointed at you through the rearview mirror. "You have to promise me that you're gonna stay away from him or else." He threatened.

You scoffed, taking your card back and shoving it into your purse along with the receipt. "Or else what? You don't get to control who I spend time with." The smile you pulled was sarcastic, nowhere close to taking your brother seriously.

Dustin sputtered, searching for a bit of leverage to weigh against you. "Or else...or else...I'll...I'll tell Mom that you were smoking with Tristan McGowan in the backyard last week!"

Your mouth hung open. You hadn't thought he'd seen that. You were so sure that everyone else in your house had gone to sleep by the time you snuck out into your backyard and laid against Tristan's chest on the swinging bench, smoking the weed that he'd bought from somewhere you didn't know. Had you laughed too loud at one of his very unfunny jokes and woken Dustin? Or maybe it was Tristan's hollering about how the Hawkins basketball team was sure to win the tournament this year. Whatever it was, it didn't matter. Your mother would be disappointed about you bringing boys over. But the weed would make her absolutely furious with you.

"You wouldn't..." You trailed off, stare turning ice cold.

Dustin beamed wickedly, "Oh, you know I would! You do anything with him and I'll squeal like a pig!" Dustin snorted and made shrill squealing sounds in your backseat, lending intensity to just how willing he was to blow the lid wide open on what you were usually able to get away with.

You groaned loudly and pinched the bridge of your nose. "Fine, I promise I won't go anywhere near him." You deadpanned. The employee at the second window gave you your food in a bag and you passed it back to Dustin.

Tearing open the paper bag, Dustin said, "Good. Because he likes you. As long as you ignore him, we should be fine, though." As soon as Dustin said it, he knew he was in trouble.

Your eyes lit up, "What makes you think he likes me?" You figured that the guy was interested just a little. But Dustin knew the guy better than you. And you were dying to know what he knew that you didn’t.

"Forget I said anything." Dustin replied dismissively and took a massive bite of his burger, hoping that with his mouth stuffed, he wouldn’t have to keep talking about this with you.

"C'mon, Dusty. You didn't say anything about not being able to talk about him, so spill. Or else I'll tell mom about how you've been making those long distance calls to Suzie." A few times you'd covered for Dustin for the calls, saying that it was simply a friend from summer camp. Dustin groaned and rolled his eyes.

He grumbled through a mouthful of burger, "Fine. I can tell because he was doing...whatever that was."

"What, flirting?"

"Gross. And yes. Eddie's not really the kind of guy that...flirts." Dustin grimaced, obviously disgusted imagining his mentor having any sort of interests outside of D & D and heavy metal. Eddie Munson wasn’t like Steve, he didn’t suck up to girls. And if he was sucking up to you, it was obviously some sort of fluke. Maybe he was in a good mood from the campaign going so well so far.

You tapped your fingers on the steering wheel as you drove. "I don't know. Everyone talks about how weird and scary he is but he's just kind of a…dork."

"Exactly! But he isn't just nice to people like that."

"Oh, so just because he was nice to me that obviously means he likes me, huh?" Dustin nodded critically, "God, Dusty. You really are such a freshman."

"What's that supposed to mean?" He cried. You laughed knowingly, as if you held some older sibling wisdom that he was too little to know about. But soon enough he shook his head and went back to finishing his food. And as much as you waved off his concern and assured him you didn’t like the freak, you went to bed wondering what it would be like for Eddie Munson to sink his fangs into you.

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twistedapple · 8 months

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Miguel O'Hara: What's his deal

Ok so ever since the theatre realease of Across the Spiderverse back on May 31st (yes in France we get our new releases on Wednesday, this is why the early videos on YT had French subtitles btw in case you were wondering), I have been deep in it. Like. DEEP. The main offender for that being Miguel O'Hara, who immediately started living rent free in my head and he is clearly not leaving any time soon. Anyway, this is completely out of topic for my blog but I do what I want so let me rant about the aforementioned Depressed and Overworked DILF because we love men with problems in this house.

WATCH OUT FOR THE SPOILERS (and unhinged ramblings that totally sidetrack).

Ever since the release of ATSV, a lot of videos have been available on YT to dissect everything, and of course I have been having an intense focus on character analysis, because that movie is absolutely brilliant at establishing character arcs and presenting new Spiderverse characters in one of the most efficient, thrilling and engaging way I've ever had the pleasure to witness. We've been blessed with Gwen's heartwrenching character arc (and she deserves none of the hate she's been receiving, but don't get me started on that), Hobie more like Homie in the span of 5 minutes on screen... And Miguel, who blesses us with his ego, anger issues and massive trauma while also dropping bits of a gentler side - but only bits of it. And I have been extremely normal about Miguel, since he absolutely doesn't tick all of the boxes of the Tickle My Fancy list.

I have been ranting about him in many YT comment sections for more than 2 months now (hi Purple Kisseokjin and Schnee lol), but with the digital release of the movie, I finally remembered I have a Tumblr blog where I can yell about Miguel all I want, so here we are now. Now where do I start...

First Part: Miguel's character design

I've overall been highly impressed by the various art styles given to the Spiderverse cast, and how it reflects who they are and where they come from. Miguel in particular hits many soft spots for me for a good reason: his association with architecture and industrial designs, which are topics I'm interested in (especially architecture). As such, I will begin this study by analysing both the character and environmental designs for Miguel and Nueva York, and how the depiction of Nueva York 2099 reflects the state of the narration as well as how Miles and Miguel feel and think - following the same logic as what we get to see with the use of watercolours on Earth-65B, during Gwen's sequences, to express emotional states. A mandatory tangent will be made in regard to Miguel's themes as well, because they fall in line with my arguments for the character and background designs.

There are some main points to take into account when it comes to anything related to Miguel's design: straight lines everywhere, light rough sketch lines, gouache tones. Where do we find these elements? In architecture design. Older ones made in a traditional way usually have gouache for the colours (although ink and watercolour are also present), and the light sketch lines and straight lines are present to study the perspective, as shown in the example below:

Feels familiar? Well, will you look at that:

One of the reasons why I am giggling everytime he appears on screen is because of these delightful sketch lines. Looook, it has the same style as architecture concept art! Even better, from the mouth of one of the character designers, Kris Anka: NO CURVES!

Even his face has sharp angles (he truly has the most powerful cheekbone game), look at the sketch lines:

And you know what else has a lot of straight lines and sharp angles? Nueva York.

Look at this. Look at this. It's even in the title card when Miles arrives at the Spider Society.

Allow me to make a slight detour to explain what we are looking at while looking at the architecture of Nueva York 2099. What we are seeing here is a blend of brutalism and eco-brutalism. Brutalism is characterised by its materials, steel and concrete, as well as its intent: in a post-WW2 world, architecture is seen with more pragmatism and values function first. Eco-brutalism is a branch deriving from Brutalism, and aiming to reintegrate nature in the concrete jungle in order to create an harmony - albeit a fully man-made one.

The concept artists took (eco-)brutalism and ran away with it for a massive Solarpunk vibe, which makes the whole setting very interesting considering that in the comics, Nueva York is also very much a futuristic dystopia. Yet, using (eco-)brutalism to have us experience the place for the first time along with Miles is a great way to give a sense of awe by way of what we envision as the future to be now:

The interesting bit about it is how (eco-)brutalism and the adjacent solarpunk aesthetic are associated with a rather hopeful future, one where humanity manages to harmonise its modern way of life with a new development of nature. It feels like a haven mixing the relaxing greens of nature with the sharp lines of brutalism architecture, and that's how Nueva York feels on first sight. Similarly, Miguel O'Hara's first appearance leaves quite the memorable impression: tall, with broad shoulders and everything about him being sharp (it's even exagerated in the comics part), even his web.

(Fun fact time: ball pens have initially been designed for architecture and industrial drawings, they are fantastic tools to draw neat lines and create a nice variety of shading as well based on how you push on the pen and how you hatch/cross-hatch to modulate the intensity of the shading. You know who and what could be drawn solely with a couple of ball pens? Check the answer below.)

He also shines at the Guggenheim by showing how competent he is, with a certain benevolence on top of it: he initially rejects Jessica Drew's suggestion of adding Gwen to the lineup (yes Miguel, you don't want her because she's buddy buddy with Miles), yet saves her from being shot by her own father and ends up getting her on board as she finds herself with nowhere to go. It certainly leaves a similarly good first impression as the bright and harmonious first sight we get of Nueva York.

However, the environmental and character designs both give us a deeper look into Nueva York and Miguel, and it's certainly not as pristine as it seems. Just as Miles is about to discover the truth of the Spider Society, he enters a darker lab and Hobie keeps warning him, until they reach the area where Miguel is pretty much playing Big Brother by watching them through some of his screens:

I'd argue that the darker space is a callback to the comics, in which Miguel becomes sensitive to light after his genetic mutation, But it is the very opposite of what we've been shown when introduced to the Spider Society: soft whites and greens are traded for deep blues and the stark orange of multiple screens as well as the tone on Miguel's own costume - the bright orange light of the screens is even reflected on him. This is not a pleasant place, and everytime we see it (the Go Home Machine area has a similar style, albeit more organic in the creepiest way, as displayed above on the 4th screenshot), we witness Miguel having outbursts of anger as well. There is also something that feels disconnected from humanity in the sense that it's colder and more methodical in the design, either with all the sharp angles and stark contrasts, or the alien design of the Go Home Machine.

It's an impression that can also be found once we discover the underbelly of Nueva York, while Miles is being chased:

Here, we also have dark tones with stark neon lights that create the impression of a colder, less caring place, that points to the dystopic nature of the place. The impression is created with great efficiency not only by intense contrasts, but also by using the classic codes for a dystopic society: the solarpunk tones can be found in other stories such as the video game Mirror's Edge (classic case of solarpunk hiding a dystopia), and of course the darker cyberpunk aspects are a staple of the Dystopic Futuristic Society, that goes as far back as the first Bladerunner movie at least, and that can also be found in movies, series and games such as the Ghost in the Shell movies/series and the Cyberpunk TTRPG/video game (which pretty much gave its name to the genre) - I'd even argue we could go further back in time for the references with classics such as Aldous Huxley's Brave New World. It matches with the atmosphere of the Spiderman 2099 as well, which is set exactly in that type of darker, cyberpunk dystopia.

I argue that there's something coldly methodical in Miguel's design and, by extension, Nueva York 2099's design as well. And it is delightfully balanced through an initial positive introduction of both, before being broken down for a darker turn later on during the movie, as it matches Miles' own amazement-turned-disappointment throughout the sequences in Nueva York when his initial desire to belong somewhere is brutally turned on its head by the very persons who could have given him that sense of belonging he was seeking.

Interestingly, even the soundscape for Miguel, "Spiderman 2099" and "Lab 2099", expresses the underlying coldness of Nueva York 2099 and Miguel's own scientific, methodical approach to problems. As explained by Youtuber Azcona in his Miguel O'Hara Suite playlist:

"I'd argue that it has the same tonal resonance that the Prowler theme in the first movie had, though is less villainous and dreadful as that theme. Miguel's theme is a five note synth line that sounds akin to an alarm or siren. It's blaringly loud, but is also used for more calm dialogue scenes in an effective way. The words that come to mind when describing the musical soundscape of Miguel O'Hara is "methodical", because no matter how loud or abrasive his theme gets it has an underlying feeling of coldness and efficiency. This is further shown through a repetitive synth ostinato that plods and chugs during a lot of his scenes/scenes involving the multiverse at large. It's reminiscent of Blade Runner in tone and it's mechanical nature, and I think it suits someone as jaded and distant as Miguel. Not only is his theme alarming and efficient, but also efficient in it's cold, electronic soundscape and melodies."

And this very methodical, cold tone is itself used during the infamous Train Chase and Miguel's on-screen mental breakdown... But more on that in the next part!

#across the spiderverse #atsv #miguel o'hara #atsv miguel #atsv spoilers #character analysis #spiderman 2099 #not twisted wonderland #THE HOLD MIGUEL HAS ON ME IS SO REAL #He truly lives rent free in my head since May 31st #we love Depressed and Overworked DILFs in this house #and now you have to deal with my latest insane ramblings #I hadn't gone that far since Hell's Paradise lmao that was 4 years ago #but man does it feel GOOD #i live and breath for character analysis AND I get a bonus on architecture this time too

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baobhanlore-art · 10 months

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*Across The Spiderverse Spoilers*

I'm just gonna rant a bit about whitewashing Miguel O'hara and how people don't know the difference between race and ethnicity.

Disclaimer: I am not poc. I'm white passing (Jewish whiteness is complicated) and if you are poc then I'd love to hear your perspective. I'm just repeating the views and teachings of poc figures and their analyses of media and representation.

So there's been a lot of crackering towards Miggy. It's happened to most of the poc characters, don't get me wrong, but I feel like Miguel's has fallen under the radar for the most part. But Miguel is often drawn with very light skin even though the movie has portrayed him as having light brown tan-ish skin.

This is a screenshot from the train scene. As you can see he is still very much a light skinned person, not pale but a light skinned poc. And yet somehow people still make his skin way lighter than this. Practically the same colour as me and I'm Scottish and have ridiculously sensitive skin that makes me avoid harsh sunlight. Like it's not even that dark. And the train scene is bright as hell anyways, harsh sunlight and the white train exterior reflecting onto the characters, everyone's skin was lighter so I'd say his skin tone may even be a bit darker than this.

And often the excuse is that he's half Irish. But like, do you realise how terrible of a justification that is? Zendaya is half white. Barrack Obama is half white. Halle Bailey is half white. Are they perceived as white? No. Lukas Arnold is half black. Halsey is half black. Are they perceived as white? Yes. I'm not arguing Miguel doesn't have white heritage, but Miguel, at least in ATSV, is Latino passing. Just like I'm half Jewish and half British White but look more like my white mother, with the exception of my warm undertones and dark hair, meanwhile my Dad, Aunt, Grandad and Uncles are very explicitly Jewish/Middle Eastern passing. Nobody is arguing I don't have non white genes in me and according to eugenics I'll never technically be white, but I'm white passing. Similarly, Miguel has white genes in him and his Irish heritage could very well be part of his identity (I haven't read the comics so idk) but he's Mexican passing. He has Mexican phenotypes and you are erasing them by lightening his skin.

In short, if you want to know if a character or person is white or not, ask yourself how cops or airport security would profile them. That will give you your answer.

This is something Harriyanna Hook touches on in some of her videos, she's a queen, but I think the main reason why whitewashing Miguel isn't as openly critiqued as whitewashing other ethnicities, including light skinned ones, is that light skinned and white passing Latine people are overrepresented in Hollywood and the media to the point where people who aren't even Latine can be cast as Latine characters. Case in point: Ronni Hawk. It's incredibly rare to see anyone in mainstream Hollywood who doesn't pass the paper bag test unless they're a black man, which has its own history of fetishism and abuse (Watch F.D. Signifier, he talks about this in his colourism video.) Race and ethnicity are not the same thing but they influence how you're perceived.

(This is not me saying that they don't deserve to be represented, every culture deserves attention and representation, but dark skinned Hispanic and Afro-Latine people often get erased. Miles Morales is the exception, not the rule.)

So people don't tend to pick up on the erasure of Latine features and skin colours because it's so normalised.

I don't want to call out any artists in particular, that's not cool, but if you do see an artist who lightened the skin, I think it's important you let them know that it's an issue. They're more likely ignorant than intentionally harmful, but I feel like education around this issue is still very important.

Also idk if this is an ethnic thing but please stop giving him a K-popish soft boy face. This isn't an ethnic issue, it's an artist's having same face syndrome issue, but Miggy is hot enough without you erasing his sharp facial features. Istg if it weren't for his suit half of his fanart would be unrecognisable.

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Hey lovely! I just wanna give you some kind of "review" about your 2 most recent posts (whicv were phenomenal btw) i love the little "series " that you do with all the characters. Its so nice to see them in these situations that are all so normal it gives me so much comfort. Especially the one you just posted. I personally dont have to study much (thank god cuz i cant focus 4 shit) but I study publicity, so it's much work with my hands (making posters on laptop etc.) So its really a comfort all of them really.

Also your bren and duchess post. Btw i really wonder who camz up with the nickname for bren, i dont think its in the books, but its so adorable and it fits him♡ Bren and duchess just give me peak love story ♡ I love the razor thing, that duchess hides it just cuz she loves the look of it on him. What I would give the see a small fluff scenario between them about it hehe. Imagine him just asking duchess if she saw them, and catches her blushing and puts it together hehe ( and teasing i can so see him tease her about it) Also 2 arguments, it's so double, I'm scared 4 them but its also so normal to argue, its part of life, i just hope theyre gonna be fine ♡ And how I am curious about mama sorrengail about her daughter in law. Mama sorrengail isn't soft hearted so. Curiosity hehe. So far my rant ( I could keep going really) I'm sorry, you just have me really invested in their story (and garrick, and liam, and Mira.... *cough* hehe)

Anyway I hope you're doing good and have an amazing day ♡ I'm proud of u ♡

hi!! I’m glad you liked them! it’s nice to imagine them in normal, safe situations instead of being in danger all the time. they deserve peace and love 🥺

idk where I got the nickname Bren from. I just like shortening names (Bren, Gare, Bo, Li…) I think it’s cute hehe

I added that little scene with duchess hiding the razor to my wip list! it started off fluffy and cute but now it’s getting a little sexy… oops 🤷🏻‍♀️

I promise they’ll be okay after their arguments!! one is tiny, just a little disagreement, and one is big/important, but they’ll come to their senses in the end when it matters. nothing can separate them ❤️‍🩹

and I agree, Mama Sorrengail may seem cold, but she loves her children deeply and she protects them how she can (while also making them attend the death college lmao). I’ve left a few little breadcrumbs in their story so far about the her relationship with Duchess, if you know where to look (in “fireproof”, and in some of the questions I answered about them recently 🤭)

💗💗💗💗

#liz.txt #answered #brennan and duchess

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Rant post about Mei-nyan

Occasionally I like to have a good rant. I was recently reminded of something in another post. And I just realized the whole Meinyan plot was part of why I lost interest in Akatsuki no Yona for a certain period of time. Now when it seems her character development arc is mostly over, I can retroactively wonder what the point of her was.

Let’s start the journey of Meinyan.

When Mei was first introduced as part of the Kai entourage I was initially very intrigued. I think her introduction and motives provided some interesting spice to the plot. She made some interesting points like why does Yona, who isn’t even of Hiryuu’s bloodline, get everything. Yona gets the dragons, the Hiryuu worship, the thunderbeast, and good health. While the ones of the 1st Dragon King’s bloodline gets a cursed illness and an early death. She provided a nice contrast to Soowon’s perspective and how he is coming to terms with the crimson illness curse and the Hiryuu stuff compared to her. She forced Soowon, who wouldn’t normally speak of it, to address some of his thoughts on it. She even gave perspective to Yona: “Am I privileged?”

That was all interesting because normally Soowon or Yona would not be talking about the reality of that kind of stuff. Though I did have to wonder why add another significant character of Hiryuu’s bloodline when we already had one.

So that was all good and all, but then it immediately went downhill when her reckless plan to ally with Soowon collapsed like a house of cards. Girl, did you seriously have no backup plan for this? You went in the middle of enemy territory and placed all your eggs in a basket on a guy you never even met before hoping he would ally with her in mutual purpose right off the bat.

And then when he said no, she is to instantly be put to death, because she knows the king’s illness. And she knew all that would happen if her gamble failed. Through Yona’s goodwill, she’s lucky enough to just get imprisoned with stay of execution instead of sliced up on the spot. She breaks out due to her powers of seduction and skills as a general (oh so she’s a concubine and a general too? Okay).

So what does she do instead of take the serendipitous opportunity to high-tail it out of the capital? She goes to wander around the enemy castle grounds to find her pet squirrel instead. I didn’t understand her priorities. Was this supposed to show us she has a soft heart because she would risk everything for a pet squirrel?

So naturally in her wandering among the bushes for her squirrel, she quickly gets spotted and taken down again. Through sheer luck gets found my Yun, treated, and sheltered all due to his good will. What another lucky break! But she still tries to get right back out there again to find her squirrel recklessly. No lessons learnt there!

In summary, Mei gets lucky break after lucky break through the goodwill of others rewarded by no discernible action of her own.

At this point I’m wondering what the point of her in the plot is anymore. Is she supposed to soften to the good people of Kouka and become a liaison for juicy intel on Kai? Well it turns out sort of, but she becomes more of a liability instead.

Here’s where things get even weirder for me. We switch over to South Kai and are offered a nice long awaited introduction of Chagol and some South Kai generals. Apparently Mei is some highly important concubine/ex-general to a lot of people. Due to…feelings I guess? Even as an ex-general we are never shown she’s of any notable political or military worth. It seems it’s just Chagol’s desire to take back what is his. Val has a thing for her too (and apparently even another general does too)

Meanwhile Mei is enjoying the hospitality of the capital in a night out with Yun and Lili and co. Why? I don’t know. Yun and them are taken with her too…for some reason I guess. Anyway she starts drunkenly rambling about Val, and here’s where I’m like, ‘Oh. So this is what it is’: We have a sub-romance plot in the making boys and girls. Val, a Kai general is gonna go turncoat for his true love to rescue her from the clutches of the dastardly Chagol. That’s what the point of her character in the plot mainly becomes.

Now disclaimer. I know this manga is technically a romance fantasy and some readers can rightfully find this little side romance cute and endearing. Just saying, for me it didn’t catch. Particularly due to how far away this is from the core plot and all the inconsistencies of her actions and other characters’ reactions to her. We are given chapters and chapters of this Mei subplot and I’m still wondering why I should care.

Anyway, Chagol sends a whole elite squad plus himself into the heart of the enemy capital to take back Mei. Burning Hiryuu castle at this point just seems like a side thing to do while he’s there, cause why the heck not?

So the final nail in the coffin of the Meinyan stuff for me was the recent events with rescuing her from the enemy camp. I just didn’t understand any of it. Yun wants to infiltrate the South Kai enemy camp just to rescue some woman he met like a week or two ago. Yun. The usually most cautious of the bunch would probably rush in there himself and do it. Oh Yona and them are going to take up the cause instead? Okay good. Everything is swell. Yona, of course liking her too, can’t let her suffer in the clutches of the evil Chagol. And of course everyone else in the HHB is down with it too. So Yona and her crew are going to risk everything just to rescue some damsel in distress they barely knew in the middle of war with many many lives at stake.

Soowon doesn’t get it (I don’t either) but decides to help. Long story short they end up in a sort of win-lose situation through no particular planning themselves. They just barged in and let the pieces fall where they may. Luckily Yona gains another unlikely Kai General ally by chance because…you guessed it. He’s also obsessed with Mei. Anyway they end up dealing a mortal wound to Chagol and another general, but get some Five Stars injured and lose 3 of the dragons.

So Mei is now their dedicated ally. How could she not be at this point? After everyone going far far -into the galaxy- out of the way to help this random chick. And here we are.

Here I am near the end of the rant. I don’t know what Mei is supposed to do for us now except for be another helpful from-Kai ally, which we already have enough of at this point. Suffer with Soowon from the crimson illness giving Yona yet another reason to do something about it? I don’t know.

I still wonder what the point of her existence was. I mean I get that certain events needed to happen. Like the burning of Hiryuu castle, stealing of the Chalice, having the dragons get taken, killing Chagol, gaining some Kai general allies. All very intriguing important plot events leading to something big. And Mei largely served as an agent to that. I just loathed the execution of it. We are shown all the characters who obsess over and lose all reason for her. But we aren’t shown why. To me she’s just a random chick with some attitude who blundered around and had all the characters (and the plot) fall over for her.

Perhaps she’s bound for some crucial role in the plot that only her and her alone can achieve and things will get good for her character there, but it doesn’t change my misgivings leading up to it.

Anyway end of rant. Curious what others think of her!

#akatsuki no yona #yona of the dawn #Mei-nyan #mei nyan #soo won #suwon #rant #yona #south Kai #Chagol #yun

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m4tthewmurd0ck · 2 years

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Dealer’s choice for the character, but could I please request prompt 21 from “the list”?

i could’ve easily done this for any character but had to stick to my roots so i chose matty baby!!!!

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐈𝐒 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐄 ~ 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚝 𝙼𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚡 (𝙵𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎) 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝟹.𝟺𝚔

𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚢 𝟸𝟶𝟶 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚔 *𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴* 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝! [ the requested prompt is in red ]

The moment Elektra came back into the picture, you knew it was only a matter of time before things began to go downhill. After all, she was the reason you and Matt didn’t speak for that large chunk of time in college, why should it be any different now?

But the sad part was, your heart and your head went in 2 different directions. Your head was once again filled with doubt, worry, anxiety, and every other negative emotion that you could think of. You were right back to that place where you questioned if Matt loved you like he claimed he did. Your heart, however, tried to give you just a sliver of hope. Back in college, you and Matt were just friends. Now, you’d been together for years. Surely that meant things would be different, or at least that’s what you initially thought anyway.

You’d been the second one to find out he was Daredevil, after Claire who’d saved his life. And that drove you apart for a while, Matt pushed you away because he was so sure that you knowing would only put you in danger. That time apart only lasted a week, and then you stubbornly showed up at Matt’s apartment on the verge of tears, angrier than he’d ever heard you. You walked right past him and went inside, going on a rant about how dare he decide for you, what’s too dangerous. How dare he end your friendship and act like it’s on your behalf, as if he’s doing you a favor?

As he sat there and listened to you pacing back and forth while you went on and on about how you cared about him and you loved him and he shouldn’t get to make that big decision for you, it dawned on him. Yes, he loved you. That much was very clear, and it had been since the day he first heard your voice. But it dawned on him now, he didn’t just love you. He was in love with you. And him pushing you away was also a defense mechanism, because a small part of him was afraid that if he confessed his feelings, you either wouldn’t return them now that you knew his big secret, or you’d say you felt the same way at first but then you’d grow to resent him.

While you were throwing your hands up and saying once again, I’m an adult and I am perfectly capable of making my own decisions— he stood up and pulled you into his arms. You resisted at first, trying to step back as you said that he didn’t get to just hug you and make all the hurt that he caused go away. But he continued to hold you close, and after a moment, your resistance turned into soft cries.

Then, you’d wiped his tears that had fallen. “You have been my best friend for so long. And I love you too much to just let you push me away like this. I know what you do is dangerous, but I’d rather remain in your life and help in any way that I can, instead of letting you push me away and then spending every moment wondering if you’re alright. Don’t make me leave,” you had whispered.

It was then that he placed a hand under your chin, tilting your head up. That night he confessed his true feelings, and the 2 of you stayed up talking until the sun came up. He apologized for all the pain and sadness that he knows he caused you, and he even brought up Elektra. He said that he was stupid for not saying this sooner, but he loved you, as so much more than a friend. And that he needed you more than he wanted to admit.

When he asked if you were sure you wanted to stick around, and that he was worried that he was too much to handle, you just put your hands on either side of his face, standing taller to give him a kiss on the cheek, and said “of course I’m sticking around. I love you. And you take care of everyone else, you save lives, who takes care of you? I’d like to be that person, if you’ll let me”.

From then on, Matt knew he would do whatever it took to keep you in his life. You told him that you needed him just as much as he needed you. When he asked why, your heart broke for him. He genuinely couldn’t understand why someone like you would even glance at someone like him. As the sun began to rise, you sat up and leaned against the headboard on his bed. He laid with his head in your lap, one hand lazily tracing circles on your thighs. You did your best to explain all the reasons you loved him, and why you knew that despite what he thought of himself, he was the very best person that you knew. And there was no one better to love you, he was your person, and it was as simple as that.

Throughout the entire time that you’d been together, things were nearly perfect. The occasional argument about his recklessness when he put on that red suit and went out at night, sure, but it never got too far. Matt knew that deep down, you only argued or got upset because you loved and cared about him. And you knew that Matt was just doing what he thought was right, and he wasn’t doing anything to intentionally harm those he loved.

She was never once brought up, and why would she be? That is to say, Elektra remained out of sight and out of mind, until she was literally back in the picture.

One night after you and Matt returned home from an impromptu date night, you’d walked back into his apartment to find her lounging on one of the chairs in the living room, just casually sipping beer from his fridge like she owned the place.

“The hell are you doing here?” Matt made no effort to hide his anger. Your eyes had widened when you saw who was there, and you knew that Matt would be able to tell who it was, you didn’t have to whisper her name.

“You’ve never been hard to find.”

Oh God you wanted to smack the smirk off of her face. Matt squeezed your hand, noticing you tense up and hearing your heartbeat quicken by just a little bit.

“That’s not what I asked.”

“At least your furnitures improved.”

Your heart sank. Not even 30 seconds of conversation and you already knew she was about to walk down memory lane and speak about their time together. Matt made a show of putting his arm around you and pulling you closer as he placed a kiss on your forehead. He wanted to send a clear message to Elektra.

“I don’t know, I quite liked his futon,” you shrugged, leaning against Matt for (moral and physical) support.

“I did too. We had a lot of fun breaking it in, didn’t we, Matthew?”

You had to hold your breath, and avoided saying what you really wanted to say. “Didn’t Matthew ask you a question? Why the fuck are you here?”

She looked at you, giving that little smirk as she said “would you believe it if I said I missed him?”

“Not even a little,” you resisted the urge to roll your eyes.

Next to you, your boyfriend responded to her question too. “No.”

“I’m in New York for a meeting and I thought I would pop by.”

Your first thought, was that she was silently asking to spend the night. Matt came to the same conclusion, and knew what was running through your mind. “Well you’re not staying here.”

“Fine,” she sighed as she stood up, “my penthouse in Midtown will just have to do then. We spent some nights there.”

Unable to take another moment of her presence, you stepped aside, pulling yourself from Matt’s hold. “Alright bitch, if you came here to walk down memory lane, I’d rather not be here for that.”

Matt could hear that you were already holding back tears. Elektra was probably the only person who could make you question things, given that you knew their history and that he ditched you back when she first entered his life. His only goal now, was to get rid of her as fast as possible so that he could make sure you were alright.

Once you had grabbed a change of clothes and slammed the bathroom door, the shower could be heard turning on a moment later. It was then that Elektra began speaking again.

“I spent years trying to convince myself that things happen for a reason. That you and I were not meant to be. But I know now that wasn’t fate. It was a choice. I’m alone in the world Matthew. Do you know what that feels like? Of course you do.”

You’d been standing at the door, your ear pressed against it as you did your best to eavesdrop, to try and hear what she was saying. You trusted Matt, with your life. It was her you didn’t trust. But as she started going on about needing his help getting money back, that was when you decided to just let him handle things. As you tried to wash away the icky feeling you were now left with, your mind couldn’t help but wander. Out in the living room, you were missing the tail end of their conversation.

“You’re the only person I can trust.”

“Oh no, you don’t break into my house and then talk to me about trust.”

“Don’t overthink it. It’s just a bunch of guys in business suits, they won’t know what hit them. It’ll be fun, like old times.”

“Oh you and I, we have very different ideas of fun.”

“You can say whatever you want. But I know you—”

Now he’d had enough. “You don’t. Not anymore. Not ever again.”

“That’s disappointing…”

Matt motioned towards the door. “Just so we’re clear, she,” he pointed towards the bathroom door, “means everything to me. You’re not gonna waltz in here and mess everything up because you’ve decided that you’ve missed me or that you want my help with my fancy degree. You drove us apart once, that’s not happening again. Now get out.”

A few minutes after she left, you exited the bathroom and went straight to the bedroom. Matt knew how upset you were, because you never went to bed without saying goodnight.

He cautiously entered the bedroom, heart feeling like it was going to shatter once again as he heard your near silent cries.

“I’m sorry” you sat up once you felt the weight of him getting in to his side of the bed. “I have no right to be upset, you haven’t done—”

“You have every right to feel upset, I would never blame you. I’m sorry it took me so long to get rid of her.”

The next half an hour was spent with you laying in his arms, as he did his best to reassure you that she meant nothing to him, and that you meant everything to him. He’d even held your face in his hands as he leaned down and whispered “I don’t care about anyone else but you sweetheart. I love you, so much”.

He said he wasn’t going to give her another thought.

Maybe he meant it… at the time. But her words wouldn’t leave his mind. And so he lied, he went to go see her and he asked questions. You don’t even know if he would’ve told you. The only reason you found out he’d just been with her was because the afternoon after his visits to her, you were cuddling on the couch when his phone vibrated a couple of times. Matt was exhausted, and he’d fallen asleep. You yourself were also on the verge of closing your eyes. But you picked it up and glanced at the screen, only so that if it was Foggy or Karen and it had to do with work, you’d be able to wake him up.

Instead, what you saw made you feel like your heart stopped. The number wasn’t in his contacts, but it was very clear who the messages were from.

Thanks for coming by and helping me last night.

And for our little catch up this morning. We make a great team, don’t you think?

You swiftly pulled yourself from Matt’s embrace, ignoring his confused ramblings as he woke up and asked what you were doing. As he trailed after you into the bedroom, and he realized you were packing a bag of your clothes, he began to panic.

“Sweetheart, what’s going on, talk to me—”

“Where were you last night? And this morning?”

His silence was all you needed to hear. As you put a few more pieces of clothing into your bag and zipped it shut, you shoved past him and began to make your way towards the door. Of course he followed after you, gently grabbing you by your left wrist as your right hand unlocked the door.

“How did you—”

“She text you. God, I look like a fucking idiot right now!”

“No you don’t, please just let me—”

You didn’t even care that this was the third time you interrupted him in less than a few minutes. “Explain? You deliberately lying to me and going off to go visit your ex-girlfriend? Please, spare me the sob story Matthew.” His name was said laced with venom, with you mockingly imitating Elektra.

Now he was really desperate. “Please. You have every right to be angry with me. I just need ten minutes to explain. Ten minutes, and then if you still want to leave, I won’t stand in your way.”

You sighed, quickly running through your 2 options in your mind. Part of you still felt like you should leave. The toxic part of your brain was telling you that the only reason Matt wanted to explain, was because he got caught in the lie. But your heart, once again, told you something else. You’ve known and loved Matt for years. Surely, you should at least hear him out?

In the end, you went with your heart. But you were still incredibly hurt, so you simply said “you have five minutes” before dropping your bag and sitting on the couch.

When Matt sat next to you, you made a big deal of getting up and moving from the couch, to the chair just a few feet away. His expression changed into one of sadness, but he knew he had no room to argue or to ask you to move back next to him.

And then he told you. What he did instead of going to work like he said he was going to (though he did try to justify his actions by saying that he really had originally gone in to work, and he eavesdropped on Elektra’s meeting for legal reasons), then how his mind wouldn’t let him rest, so he told you about going to visit her and the conversations that ensued. When he began telling you about all the men they had to fight, and how she readily had his Daredevil suit, you felt like you were on the edge of a cliff the entire time.

“Are you going to help her?” You asked softly, still unable to look at the man who sat across from you. For the second time that day, his silence spoke volumes. As you once again stood up, intending to grab your bag and leave, all you could do was let out a bitter laugh. Unlocking the door, you turned around to say one more thing to Matt before leaving. “She ruined you. She ruined our friendship back in college, but I thought you know what, you’ve changed, you’ve grown, so I let you back into my life. And I fell for you. But the fucking second that she calls, you go running. I was stupid to think that things had changed. You’ve made your choice, I already know you’re going to help her. But I won’t stand by and watch you become the person that I couldn’t recognize. Good luck with whatever she’s managed to rope you into.”

“Please,” Matt was once again begging, just seconds away from getting on his knees. “I know you hate me but if any part of you still loves me or cares about me—”

“If? How dare you question my love for you. I don’t hate you, I never could. But loving you is killing me So as much as I don’t want it to be… this has to be goodbye. You may not remember because you were off doing whatever the fuck with her, but you broke my heart back then, so easily choosing her not just over me, but over your friendship with Foggy too. I worked really hard to pull myself out of that dark place and I cannot go back there again.”

You tried (and failed) to fight back a sob as you reached into your bag, taking the key to Matt’s apartment off of your keychain. When you reached for his hand and placed the key in his palm, closing his fingers around it, you finally allowed yourself to look up at him.

“I hope this is all worth it to you.”

It’s been 3 days since you walked out of Matt’s apartment, and every second somehow manages to seem more miserable than the last. You weren’t picking up Karen and Foggy’s calls, knowing that you’d burst into tears the second you heard their voices. You wondered what Matt told them, if he bothered with the whole truth.

Luckily, your job allowed you to take a few days off. You didn’t go into details, just that something personal had come up and that you needed to step away for a bit.

You knew that that excuse would only buy you a few days at the most, though, and it was only a matter of time before someone on the team would show up at your door demanding to know what was wrong, and depending on who showed up, who they needed to kill.

Being a former S.H.I.E.L.D. agent had its perks, one of them being that you were one of the few that worked closely with the Avengers. You were quite good with hand-to-hand combat, and a certain former Black Widow and Winter Soldier both trained you in the ring for the rare occasions where you were needed with the team in the field.

But with the perks, came the negative side. And it wasn’t really a negative, but they were all fiercely protective of you. It was a miracle that you managed to keep Matt’s other identity a secret all this time. You knew that as angry and hurt as you were, you still couldn’t tell them any of what really happened. Digging into Matt’s past and Elektra’s identity would only lead to trouble.

A series of loud, sharp knocks at your door forces you from your thoughts, and causes you to freeze.

You know it’s not Matt. Despite his many calls, voicemails, and texts, he respects you too much to show up at your apartment and force his company on you. You know that he’ll keep trying to contact you, but you’re grateful that he at least respects you that much. Still, though, who the hell would be showing up at your apartment now?

Of the team, it would most likely be Bucky, Sam, or Yelena. But they had spare keys and definitely wouldn’t knock like that.

As you look through the little peephole, you’re filled with a mixture of dread, confusion, and once again… anger.

“What are you doing here? How did you even get my address?”

Elektra walks in to your apartment, and you’re so stunned that once she’s inside, you simply close the door and follow after her as she walks to what she somehow already knows is your bedroom. She lays the long black garment bag on the bed, and opens the large bag that she’d been carrying, pulling out a pair of heels.

“Umm… what the fuck is this?”

She sighs, and turns to face you. “Believe me I know you’ve got no reason to trust me, or even allow me in your apartment right now. But I need your help. Matthew does too.”

what a weird place to end it. i was going to just stop after “i hope this is all worth it to you” buuuut hehehasdlfjasdg;lj looks like you’ll be going with matt to the gala! part 2? possibly if this gets enough love + people are interested! also i had to throw in my avengers babies hehehe (to set something up for if there is a part 2).

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nicksolemnlyswears · 7 months

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Hii there, I just want to share some toughts with someone who is equally delighted with Han as I am. Here I was rewatching Tokyo Drift since I have such a soft spot for this movie, specially Han in it, and I think besides his likeable cool and collected persona, there is a dark side of him that is often unnoticed by many, I mean, the man turned Tokyo into his own personal playground and laughted at the face of the Yakuza and playing it and Takashi like a violin, it requeries a HUGE amount of balls and boldness to do this (we can also credit that to the "all or nothing" posture/mentality as a reflex to Gisele's "death"), and he can also be very egoisticaly manipulative and keep secrets (lies), you can see by the way Takashi was so angry with him, bc he believed Han was his friend and he could trust him, he is a "chamaleon", and the fact that he decieved and lied about his death for all those years to Dom and the crew, yeah he had a legitimate reason to do it (protect his adoptive daughter) but still show he can do it even to the people that loves him, ALSO, lets not forget in the 6th movie when Giseles "dies", he gets so angry that he mauls the face of a goon untill he is bloody red and literally throws his entire body in the turbine of a plane, which shows that when if comes to the extreme that man can go WILD (even physically), and damn, it shows how rich his character can be and I wish he was more fully explored before, can you imagine an spin off from his Tokyo days or early years?! Ok, end of my rant 😅

i took your rant to another level. please enjoy my deep dive.

you are completely right. han does have a super dark side and i often fall victim of ignoring it. his character is structured in a way that both the people in the movies and the audience fall for his calm and collected persona.

if we go all the way back to the beginning han's character comes from the movie 'better luck tomorrow' where he's essentially a little thug from california who had a smoking problem and stole computer parts to sell. in the end of the movie he and his friends took part in killing a kid and end up burying him in a backyard.

that aside he was a teenager when this happens, shit happens when you are a teenager and usually you learn from it and move on. except next time we see han is in tokyo drift (with about 4 f&f movies that haven't been released). i think it's safe to say he did not move on from it but evolved.

now technically speaking this evolving happened because to adapt this character to the f&f franchise he had to be more likable and chill and not seem like an amateur in order for him to blend in with the toretto crew. in other words he had to have useful qualities and a 'heart of gold'. i'm pretty sure had he been the same as 'blt' he wouldn't have been as well received in the gang.

that gap of him evolving is hidden from us because of the time jump from 'blt' and the dominican republic (which is where he makes his first appearance chronologically). i'm guessing he kept being a thug, jumped from place to place, grew and learned his chameleon ways, (it would be so interesting to see if it's something he developed himself or if someone taught him) and committed a crime that made him run from the country.

it's like you said he's a chameleon and he does it too well. he gets along well with the toretto crew but he also had a whole lot of fun in tokyo with takashi and the yakusa. for fucks sake he owned a club.

'you make choices and you don't look back' is his motto. that's something that someone who's fucked up many times in the past would say.

his chameleon persona is the reason he and gisele got along so well. they are the same. she uses her assets to win and get her way much like he does. in fast five and that other movie with shaw's brother we see gisele using her flirtiness to get info and han doesn't mind one bit because he understand. (not to mention it benefits him in f5 because of the $ in the other one to get his freedom back). which leads to my other point.

he is egotistical! he lives in a world where he needs to constantly watch out for himself and he takes it a step further by putting himself in dangerous situations. purposely! with most of the toretto missions he has something to gain. yes, those are his friends but most importantly they are partners in crime.

gisele and han. they loved each other. i'm not taking that away from them. it's completely reasonable for han to mourn her and beat the guy to death. but also he's so upset because he lost the other person that understood him in that deeper level. we don't know much about their relationship but if he was going to show his true colors to anyone, his whole self, it would've been gisele.

i agree with you that the reason he adapted that 'all or nothing' mentality was due to gisele's death. people react different to a loved ones death. it can explain this regression he did to more dangerous endeavors in tokyo drift. even though gisele didn't even exist in the creators mind. im taking creative liberty here to give han more depth lol.

while he did lie about his death lets not forget he let dom know he was alive with the postcard. i want to believe the whole elle deal kinda gave him a wake up call for all he did in tokyo. he remembered he once wanted to settle down with gisele and maybe taking care of elle made that dream a version of his reality. just because gisele is gone doesn't mean he can't slow down and take it easy.

bottom line, han is not the saint he appears to be. he's dangerous and impulsive and manipulative and egotistical. but it doesn't necessarily mean he's a bad guy. he also shows a lot of good qualities throughout the movies but i'm not getting into them or i'll be here forever.

han lue (seoul-oh) is one of the best well developed and interesting characters in F&F whether is was on purpose or not. i quite like there's mystery behind him.

they always say to watch out for the quiet ones and i agree.

#han lue #fast and furious #fast & furious #han seoul oh

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doonarose · 8 months

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Right, so, Good Omens. Legit my favorite book, number one, since I was about 12 or 13 which was… some several years ago (I have tumblr Good Omens posts over ten years old! Gather round wee youngins). Loved the first season, did the book justice, love the actors, love neil, blah blah (a scattering of posts for this from four years ago). Closed circuit for me, though, no work to do, enjoyed, rewatched, enjoyed, left it be, waiting for season two (which I was reasonably convinced was an entirely bad idea, just like I’d been reasonably convinced a TV adaptation of the book was an entirely bad idea, and been happily wrong).

Second season – dunno what I was expecting – but it wasn’t that and I didn’t love it, I was a touch disappointed in it when I first finished it up, because I watched it distracted and having gotten up on the wrong side of the bed or whatever, but sometimes things take a while to settle and find their place in my brain.

We read a book called ‘I for Isobel’ in Year 11 of high school and I hated that book my first read -ranted about how rubbish a piece of literature it was – and my very wise English teacher gently promised she’d convince me otherwise. I still remember the earth-shattering shift in teenaged perception I experienced when I realized I could learn to love a piece of art I had adamantly despised and also, that it made perfect sense that a character such as Isobel could call herself a preposition and be equal parts right and wrong (I was also, most definitely, identifying as a preposition for a while there). Same with Pride and Prejudice, I hated that smug motherfucker and Elizabeth for losing her mind and fawning over him, a different English teacher again told me to sit with it, reread it, examine the angles. Both those books are still in my top ten.

And – don’t panic – at this point, of thinking and watching and thinking, I am enamoured with the second season of Good Omens. Different to season 1, and different to the book, but utterly gorgeous and complex, giddy and romantic and soft but infuriating. I mean, the season isn’t infuriating, in and of itself; it’s very good, except that it sets up our leads to be infuriating, and it does it on purpose and that is infuriating and boy, oh boy, do I love me a ‘shit communication’ trope. Even the dumb teenage humans are bad at communication trope (see: Glee) and the dumb alien and naïve human are bad at communication trope (see: Doctor Who), but, perhaps, especially, the intensely experienced, smart, worldly dumbass angel/demon duo are bad at communication trope. I can buy into the way that season ended in about two dozen different ways, but it certainly made sense to me. Some angles paint Aziraphale as a bit of a dumbass, a bit obtuse, a bit self-centred, and some paint Crowley as the poster-boy for self-sabotaging, woe-is-me, overly-willing martyr. Nothing deal-breakingly bad about those characters, just some very well-fleshed out, obvious flaws bubbling to the top.

So anyway, who the fuck is reading this? I’m writing it despite a ridiculously busy life just at this particular moment in time, because I miss writing. My whole job is writing. Emails, protocols, research proposals, reviews, scientific articles, and I’m just fine at that but Jesus Christ that shit isn’t character or place or emotionally anchored (it is 90% utter bullshit, honestly). We still teach the bloody undergrads to write past-tense, third person, passive voice for fuck’s sakes. We do an assignment where we take marks off for any sort of connotation-laden language and I lose my mind trying to explain to colleagues that their list of connotative words from the 1980s is no longer relevant. That six students choosing to call a particularly clingy amoeba ‘thirsty’ is very connotative and not at all scientific and actually, very much, hilarious.

I’ve known I miss writing for almost a decade. The fleet car I sometimes have to drive locked me out at a service station in the middle of nowhere for two hours. This happened several months ago and it triggered a medium-sized tantrum (for various other reasons) and I therapeutically wrote a 5600 word fictionalized (but honestly, very accurate and quite funny) account of the event. I sent that shit to my boss.

Anyway, yes, I could write several, long, winding, satisfying fics to follow season two. But that sounds hard and like working in a vacuum and there’s so much source material to align with and so much fanon dissection ahead of me that instead, during all my long drives and boring seminars of the last ten days or so, I’ve been dipping into next kisses.

Because that kiss was rubbish (ohIlovedit). I have theories about that kiss that spin off into complex heaven and hell lore thinking and what all the nuance and foreshadowing mean, but I don’t, just now, have ten days to sit here and think and type (just about the kiss that I’m not at all convinced was primarily an actual kiss). So, I’ve just skipped season 3 (not a typo) and the whole second coming thing, and the whole them not being very happy with each other thing, and also, yes, them being woefully incompatible with each other (and the state of the universe) at the end of Season 1 and all through Season 2 and jumped to the end of Season 3.

It's a warm, sated, luxurious place to inhabit (built on an imperfect foundation of Neil writing the way I think he will, I hope, I’ll beg). They’ll be safe, happy, and openly in love with each other (yes, of course they’ve said it, Season 3 is over so they can’t have not said it – you fool!) and they’ll be talking (#NinaMaggieWisdom). Admittedly they’ll still be pretty shit at the ‘safe’, ‘happy’ and ‘talking’ bits, but doing quite reasonable at the ‘openly being in love thing’, actually.

And I can totally buy into the ‘angels have no genitals’ thinking or the ‘angels have no gender’ thinking or the ‘angels are asexual’ thinking, that all makes a great deal of sense to me and can be written well, and I can read and enjoy (and could certainly see Season 3 play out like any of these). But I know I would really, really, struggle with those characters (and dare I say, with those actors (stop it)) and my own brain wiring and projection, with trying to not make them romantic.

So I’ve started to mentally play it out romantically. And then tactile. Which became touch-starved, touch-desperate, and all ‘pleasures of the flesh’ and ‘enjoying the human things’. Which, yes, of course, became sexual (do you not know me at all?) but calm down, please (I’m talking to me, lbh).

Anyhow. Next kisses, because that first one shouldn’t count. The timings are malleable, the order of 3-7 are interchangeable. There’s structure and dialogue (and choreography!) for all of them.

The second time (aka the first time it’s overwhelmingly, categorically right, albeit still complicated, and not at all as straightforward as it should be).

The third time (aka not really the third time because they don’t – they can’t – because it’s extremely awkward and weird, maybe they’ll never do it again).

The fourth time (aka, the first time since it was awkward that it’s not awkward, thank goodness).

The eleventh time (aka it’s like in the movies, there’s a rainstorm and they get wet and have to take shelter under an awning, oh my).

The twenty first time (aka the time someone thinks this is an appropriate way to inform their neighbours).

The twenty-fifth time (aka the first time they do it without thinking about doing it).

The forty first time (aka actually this time a bit more than kissing and it’s all together too good for Crowley (it’s not what you think, honest)).

The seventy third time (aka actually this time quite a bit more than kissing and it’s all together too good for Aziraphale (it’s totally what you think)).

I’m dumping this here after a long, personal post, because that way I can delete it and almost no one will have seen it. But it reads too well behind my eyes to not share (but I’m still tagging it because I’m a mysterious enigma of a needy bitch). A lot of this I came up with while driving and I had to stop myself from pulling over on a highway to scribble things down and that felling is gorgeous and so missed. So, I’m holding onto it for tonight by releasing a little bit of it into an abandoned, dormant blog, that seems to have a bunch of ghosts around.

I have scrawled notes from yesterday’s symposium to transcribe and flesh out. And tomorrow I’m getting a new couch delivered.

#doonas fic #personal #good omens fic adjacent #good omens spoilers #fic writing #imagine if i actually grit my teeth and wrote the damn thing #is it time to get an ao3 account

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asks about your 1 oc

HI HI HELLO uh . i wasnt actually expecting sm1 to ask about my oc hahah anyway yyeeesss let me rant :))))c (there is lots of ramblings under the cut so)

their name is miharu amachi (if i accidentally say amagi its because its a typo they are not related to hiiro or rinne) pronouns they/them and he/him is ok for them too ^_^ they're like. i think 18 or 19 and they are an idol (yes they are an enstars oc) in the unit crescendo! which is an rp group im in with some friends :D ive drawn one of the other characters before (kiyama) and ive drawn miharu a couple of times too ^_^ (here and here) the colors are so inconsistent i need to make a character design. thingy soon < cannot because i am so busy all the time now

when you first meet them they come across as really calm and cool, and a little like an older sibling. they make sure that you're safe and as long as you are you can do whatever..! mostly. they are a very caring person and they want to make sure that everyone will be alright :D

SOME THINGS ABOUT MIHARU!! i sometimes will call them mimi because nicknames :) theyre mostly associated with green and they love plants. i dont mean like plants. i mean they LOVE plants. you go into their room you will see like five succulents on their desk and a bunch of hanging pots too. they love love plants.

SUPER IMPORTANT!!!! before being an idol, they are an actor! they've acted in plays and such since they were a child and only started doing films when they were a teen (id say like. 15? so they have like 4 years of acting experience) and with this theyve learned how to "act normal" around people so. angst potential anyone? :)

they also have a really nice singing voice! id say their voice is soft and smooth? yeah thats it. they mostly do harmonies in their discography also their dancing isnt All There but they are working on it !! they trip sometimes but its ok they know how to fall because acting 👍

sicne this is an enstars oc i have to say where they went to school! they went to yumenosaki for two years and then had an Unexplained gap year before they went back to the "new ES" < this is a premise/setting thing for the rp group its a whole thing basically the idol course is co-ed now and theres a new dorm building that crescendo is in and theres a whole nother event thats kinda like restructuring its a whole bunch i am Not explaining it well but yeah ^_^ its super fun weve had one session already and i cant wait for more

OOH OOH interactions with others... id say theyre more of a "go with the flow" type person? while in yumenosaki they were always like a backup / backstage dancer of sorts. their whole vibe is. backstage dancers and harmonies (both things they do) aren't needed to make good art, but they're nice to have! miharu isn't always needed but theyre nice to have :) i think a really important part of their character is trying to heal from what theyve experienced in the past (which is subject to change) and learning to accept that yes, you are an important part of this unit and we would miss you if you were gone!

uhm i cant think of what else to say. hope u liked my ramblings about my 1 oc

#trying to speedrun writing this ask bc i have soo much hw. aurgh :(#nep answers #inbox: anon #TY FOR THE ASK I LOVE MIHARU SO SO SO MUCH!!!!!!!!#i think i put too many thoughts in parentheses whoops. i have so many thoughts all the time ever #oc: miharu amachi #oh shit this took way too long fuck fukc fuck i need to work now fuucukkk

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i’ve been having brain rot about gareth with a big tiddy goth gf, if i had a crumb of headcannons id be so grateful 🙏 however if you could elaborate i’d be dead on the floor

As a big tiddy goth gf myself, I LOVE this. NSFW blurb to follow, Minors DNI!!

HC's Authors note: I go on a rant at the end here lol, but tw: political stuff (human rights!) and talk of mosh pits, NSFW stuff, anger issues.

Personally, I think Gareth would favor more Punk/Lolita Goth types but let's be real, he wouldn't give a fuck as long as you're anti-establishment, anti-Fascist, and like metal. Frankly even the metal part is probably not required lmao.

You two would go to shows together and he'd get so nervous at first if you went into the mosh pit, until he sees you're a little battering ram and just goes absolutely feral.

He'd get you longer necklaces so they fall in between your boobs, maybe he'd let you wear his skull necklace during shows.

Will mark your boobs with hickies so anyone who sees them knows you're taken (and you wear low cut shirts to show it off haha)

Before you all start dating he'd lowkey be scared of you! Till he learns your looks are the complete opposite of your personality which is soft and sweet. He'd also learn real quick that soft girls still bark, especially if they have a temper to match his own, which you do.

Gareth would take you Halloween shopping every year, and plan couples' costumes with you. You have a ritual where instead of watching slashers or horror movies like you normally do, you watch a romcom on Halloween night and eat all your favorite candy.

MATCHING TATTOOS AHHH

Hoping this doesn't sound performative but I'm adding it anyway bc it's important: I like to think that he'd be so supportive of however you choose to express yourself and make sure that he supports bands that are not just good but support good values. I write from my own POV which isn't all-encompassing and I think it's super important to acknowledge if it doesn't fit who you are there's still space for you <3 I'm talking about feminist Gareth, Gareth with a Muslim gf who loves how you match your hijab to his vest, Gareth who decolonizes and votes to protect women and POC, BLM protest Gareth, gay rights Gareth, Gareth who decorates his GF's mobility aid and makes pronoun pins for the band. I mention all this specifically because this "stuff" is a huge part of the goth culture (it built it really) and I think he'd be very passionate about it. I know I write smut lol, but good relationships don't require sex and I think he'd be an excellent BF who'd respect those boundaries and would care about what you believe in and his own belief system.

THE BLURB

TW: Mentions of alcohol, boob luge, and shitty yt supremacy bands (I have beef with so many thrash metal bands). As usual, all characters are above the age of 18.

It's like 12:30 in the morning, and you're at Eddie's trailer with the older gang. Robin's in the corner talking to Nancy, Jeff is playing video games with Eddie, and you're in the kitchen listening to Steve and Gareth argue about music. It's hot, and your eyeliner is running as you rummage through the fridge looking for a cold beer, or literally anything to chase the shot you'd just taken.

"I'm telling you, Steve Miller band is so much better than that slasher band-" Steve says, completely getting cut off by your boyfriend.

"Slayer, it's SLAYER. That's not even who I'm talking about!" Gareth grumbles, "they have too much Nazi shit, I'm talking about fucking bands like Quiet Riot. They're revolutionizing music, you can't discredit that."

"Discredit? Man, they're brutalizing rock -" Steve cuts off again as you slam the fridge door.

"Will you two quit it? Steve's a jock Gareth, youre not gonna convince him to listen to metal, especially thrash." You groan, leaning against the counter. "He's no fun."

"Exactly," Steve says, throwing his hands up in the air. "Also, I AM fun, I have plenty of good music to listen to already." He emphasizes the good, making Gareth groan irritatedly.

"What? You think I'm boring?" Steve yells, "Eddie would you say I'm boring?"

"YES." Robin, Nancy, and Eddie reply together without even looking over.

"Jesus," Steve mumbles, "here, let me prove it."

Steve leans in and whispers something in your ear, as Gareth watches smugly, arching an eyebrow as you grin at what Steve is asking you to do. It's a party trick, one you've seen him do in high school, and you're just tipsy enough to play along.

"That's actually kind of metal." You giggle.

"What?" Gareth asks, staring at the two of you as Steve hands you a bottle of jack off the counter. "What're you two talking about?"

"Nuh huh," Steve laughs, "Y/N here is going to be able to explain it much better than I can."

You laugh again as you motion for Gareth to come to you and pull off the sliced-up T-shirt you have over your bra. Gareth's eyes get wide, despite the fact that everyone here could give less of a shit at your indecency.

"What the fuck are you doing, Y/N?" Gareth asks, in front of you now.

"The Harrington special, babe." You answer, winking. "You've never seen it?"

Gareth shakes his head as Steve laughs, "You're about to!"

You pull your boyfriend's face in with one hand and hold the liquor bottle in the other hand.

"All you have to do is stick your face in those lovely boobs of hers and open your mouth," Steve instructs, earning a glare from Gareth at the compliment to your anatomy.

"C'mere baby," you laugh, and Gareth complies, leaning into your chest as he starts to realize what you're going to do. You carefully pour a shot onto your boobs, the alcohol pooling between your cupped breasts and trickling down into his mouth. He laps it up, giving you a dark look as his tongue runs up from below your bra to your collar bone. Fucking christ that's hot.

You'd momentarily forgotten Steve was there as he hollers, "Would a lame person be able to do that?"

You giggle, "You're not doing shit, Harrington."

"Yeah well, not this time Y/L/N, I think your boyfriend would fucking kill me." he laughs, as Gareth nods.

"Touch her tits and you're dead, Steve." He laughs, pulling back and giving you a quick peck on the cheek. "I'll give you like, one notch above lame for teaching her that." He winks at you, and they go back to debating as you pull your shirt back over your shoulders. You were definitely going to pay for that later.

#gareth emerson #stranger things #gareth the great #gareth emerson x reader

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