#'I've had enough of you fools trying to control people through power'
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something about teru's continuous struggle to be humble. something about mob's teaching was the reason why he wanted to temper his ego. something about him facing off something that calls itself god, and also with the likeness of mob ohhh this is so fucked up
"I am god" and he looks like the one person teru genuinely looks up to. his fight against the brainwashing is him refusing to bow down to anyone. god and faith and pedestals and prayer and reverence. guys. GUYS
#teruki hanazawa#mp100#mob psycho 100#linktoo rambles#'I've had enough of you fools trying to control people through power'#'that won't help make you God... nor will it make you a star' he's talking about HIMSELF#and him saying strong emotions will help him fight brainwashing and then.... and then the words he heard from mob long ago wake him up SOB#I love you teru
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𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐧 𝐌𝐲 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐝.
The oneshot I promised based off of one of my previous post! Sorry if this is not up to your liking—I have bad writing lol. This oneshot is also, btw, in the Imposter's POV! I hope you enjoy!
Warnings: Bad Grammar, Spelling Mistakes, Not Beta Read, OOC Characters, Implications of Violence, & Mind Control/Mind Manipulation.
Read if you're okay with these terms. Please also let me know if I missed a warning!
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3 weeks. It's been 3 stupid weeks since that darn creator landed into Teyvat. Gah, why?! Why now, when I have everything and anything that I wanted right under my feet? When I had this whole world fooled and all under my control, my grasp?! This was surely going to start a riot if people realize that stupid creator is the real thing.
I smile. No. No, they won't find out. I can make sure of that. I have mind controlled guards stationed everywhere in all seven nations! I have eyes everywhere! This creator will be nothing once I have them in my grasp. I'll torture them for ever thinking they had the right to demolish my work! I suffered too much for this—I am not letting my dirty work go to waste!
I slam my fist on my throne again, catching the Geo Archon's attention. Bah, stupid old dragon. Too keen for his own good. Good thing he's on my side right now.
"Your Grace," his deep voice rings through the room, "is something troubling you?"
"Why of course there's something troubling me, you fool!" I spat back. Normally, I wouldn't raise my voice at one of of most loyal followers, but right now, I'm not having it. "I have this—this dumb imposter renegading around, trying to tarnish my upbringing of reclaiming my own throne!" Zhongli's eyes darken.
"Do not fret, Your Grace. The Imposter will be hunted down soon enough." I scoff, not at all convinced.
Yeah right. That damned creator has survived for 3 weeks. No way in hell would my stupid puppets be able to kill one person in the span of this month. They were all just that stupid. It was frustrating at times, this time beyond boiling point!
"Get out there and help them!" I order Zhongli. "Make sure your nation is actually doing its job and not just lounging around, selling their goods like any other day, counting their stupid mora!"
"Of course, Your Grace." He walks out, leaving me in my throne room of my palace with my own thoughts. Tch, frail, old fool. For someone who's won a seat of Celestia from the Archon War, he acts like a pitiful yet loyal servant.
No wonder Celestia took a liking to him. I sigh, waiting yet again for my puppets to actually find that creator. It was midday, and they still haven't found them.
That was...until I felt something strange. It was faint, but I definitely sensed it. I close my eyes immediately, running through all of the puppets I've selected for this hunt.
Ah. Perfect.
Two of my most prized puppets have found them. Venti and Nahida, cornering a meek, little creator. For someone of such power, they act like a cowardly child. Ha. This will be fun.
Good job, Venti, Nahida~ I tell them in their heads. Bring them to me...I want to personally kill them myself. I grin. I can finally live out my long lasted fantasy! I can finally have that creator grovel in front of me, begging for mercy as I cut them to pieces! Perhaps I might even award these two for their accomplishment—
No... My eyes flew open for a second, shocked. What did that stupid, childish archon just say? And here, I thought of being generous to them! This is wrong! This is all wrong! I...I can feel a warm presence... I hiss at that thought. This stupid God of Wisdom dares to go against me, just because she can feel some sort of warm connection to a pathetic person who can't even fight for themself? Please!
No, no, Nahida. They are tricking you so that they can escape! I boldly tell the Dendro Archon, before slipping into Venti's mind again. Bring this imposter to me, now!
They feel so familiar...Like I've interacted with them before. Came the Anemo Archon. What?! Ugh, can this stupid God of Freedom do anything right for once?! Free...calm and warm...
Gosh, these two idiots. Making me do more work than I need just to kill one person in my way! You would think having puppets would be amazing, especially with two powerful archons at your disposal, but no! Of course not!
No. They are lying to you.
Like a comfy blanket in the coldest of winters...
Stop. They are not the creator.
Like the finest breeze in the wind, a melody as pure as the sun.
They are playing tricks. Get them.
Like a sudden lift of the cage, a strong breeze to lift the bird away...
I...I know them. I do, I swear I do.
No, you do not. They are lying to your sub-consciousness. Take revenge and kill them!
No...No, I can't. They're...They're the creator! the archons say, in sync, at the same time. I gasped, shocked. They dare betray me, after everything I did for them and their precious nations?!
THEY ARE NOT THE CREATOR. BRING THEM TO ME NOW! I shout in their heads. Their bodies moved, albeit sluggishly. Their weapons were raised, even though their consciousness was fighting against my every command, I will make sure I have my revenge for all this ruckus.
Just another step closer...Yes, raise that bow of yours...Make sure that vermin doesn't escape...Yes, good...
The moron tries to break for a run, but dendro quickly stops them. Yes, good...another step closer...good...
"P-please. I don't mean trouble! Please!" The person begins to cower. Hah, pathetic. I wonder how they'll be like when they see me face to face. It will be fun...the utmost fun I'll ever have, in fact...
No!
Stop!
A surge of both anemo and dendro combined nearly knocks my control over them, but I still held on. I gasp from the sudden burst of elemental power, before banging my fist onto my throne. These half-wits dare to go against me?!
"Y...Your Grace...Run, please..." I hear that voice of a bard say. Oh, how I want to rip out his throat...
"N-no! I can't leave you—leave you both like this!" No. No. No. I refuse to be painted the villain! My hardwork, my dirtied hands weren't for nothing! I REFUSE THIS!
YOU DARE TO DISOBEY ME?!
"Please...Your Grace, RUN!" And that was the last straw.
I forced myself into both of their bodies, flinging the archon's consciousness into the darkness again. But it was too late. That wretched vermin escaped. I shout in frustration, before signaling my other, more reliable puppets, to follow that dirty pig.
AT THE CHASM OUTSKIRTS. FIND THAT IMPOSTER, NOW!
I could feel a rush of feet running towards it. Good, at least these puppets were functioning properly.
Now...these two...traitors. Glaring down at these idiots wouldn't do anything, so I begin to shout at them.
You dare to defy me, after everything I've done for you?!
Did you forget I was the one who blessed your nations with security, with safety?!
You dare GO AGAINST ME FOR THE IMPOSTER?!
HOW STUPID CAN YOU BOTH GET?!
JUST HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU TO LISTEN?!
I could feel their cowering as I forced their bodies under my full control.
"Return to the palace, you wretched traitors," I said, speaking through their voices. I feel them trembling, but I don't care. I will make them fear me, if they refuse to adore me. I will change their minds, make them mindless puppets if I had to.
I will make sure to be their everything, to the point they're so loyal, no one will be able to recognize them. I will be all they have praise about. I will be all they care about. They would be so gone, they would even destroy their own precious nations if I commanded them to.
"I will teach you why no one defies me. EVER."
The entering steps of my two traitorous puppets echoes through the halls of my palace. I open my eyes, and glare down at the two once-loyal followers with pure loathing and disdain.
"You have both disappointed me, and to this, I will make sure your punishment is seen to the very end." I feel them quiver under my gaze, and I smiled. How lovely...Their fear is too tempting.
Oh, but I never said their punishment was short, did I?
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑬𝒏𝒅.
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#yandere sagau#sagau genshin#sagau#genshin impact sagau#genshin sagau#sagau impostor au#imposter sagau#platonic genshin impact#imposter au#self aware genshin#sagau cult au#genshin cult au#sagau angst#sagau nahida#sagau zhongli#sagau x reader#sagau venti
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This is a small thing but its interesting to compare Reigen and Mob's job at a field and Teru vs Dimple's fight
Mob uses his powers on the scarecrow, thinking he exorcised the spirit successfully cause he assumed it was possessing it.
it turns out the scarecrow-and the plants- are being controlled remotely.
Teru also thought he finished the spirit off by using his powers on broccolimob, letting his guard down and started thinking what that was. Then was shocked it regenerated (it was more clear that Teru was shocked in the anime than in the manga) , because dimple is controlling it remotely.
Also wanted to mention the psychics considering killing minori to also get rid of mogami, felt its related world building wise
other comparisons:
-Mob wonders if he can control the plants/living things like the spirit does and considers it an evil spirit thing. Teru, talking about the brainwashing, says "I've had enough of you fools trying to control people through power, no matter how much you try, you can't be god. neither can you be the protagonist/a star"
mob and teru are both relating to the idea of using power to control others.
-Wriggle spirit was draining the farmer's plants to feed on their energy vs Broccoli tree was also feeding on the plants energy and draining them (minegishi noticed) and the tree's roots are spreading to get more energy which is causing damage to the buildings and the city. The cats looked tired in a shot in the anime so the tree might be draining their energy too
#mp100#mob psycho 100#hanazawa teruki#dimple#mp100 analysis#mine#mp100 meta#kageyama shigeo#saving the minor details about possession in my backpocket
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So, I’m no expert on any of this, but I’ve gathered Kenny is probably in the midst of some face turning from evil to probably good. Probably. Does he ever do that these days when Ibushi isn’t somehow in the works? It seems like he has two settings (to an outsider to all this), oh look Ibushi is here, and Eeeevil in the Most Cartoon Way.
But again, mostly a bystander who pops in now and again wondering if the golden lovers are back yet.
Welcome, bystander :)
Even being a bystander, you can probably guess that I have an obnoxiously thorough answer to this question. Because I've been wondering the same thing. (The first thing; I think people would probably alert me if the second thing happened.)
You're right on about those two modes, but I have to confess, I haven't been paying enough attention to speculate on whether there will really be a face turn. Twitter seems to think there's at least some lessening of the heeling, and historically Kenny's face turns have been gradual, while his heel turns have been more sudden.
As for whether it indicates Ibushi adjacency these days: all I can say is that historically it has; "these days" would actually be Kenny's entire career, more or less! In the past, there's been both correlation and causation: his alignment gravitates between heel and face in rough correlation to his proximity to Ibushi, and all of his alignment shifts so far have (in kayfabe) had heavy Ibushi Reasons behind them¹.
So does Kenny's (maybe) face turn mean Golden Lovers stuff is nigh?
Other than the fact that Kenny being a babyface has historically corresponded with Golden Lovers, there's not really any reason (yet?) to think it would now. The biggest indicator imo will be whether we see Increasing Ibushi References in the coming weeks/months.
Okay but like... what if it did?
There's also no reason to think it doesn't, and many reasons to think it might! All of these things could be explained by not-Ibushi-in-AEW reasons, but:
I mean, the big one is Ibushi tweeting a few times that the Golden Lovers will have matches together, implying that it's in the works. (imo, this isn’t really news, but it’s evidence in favor, maybe?)
Ibushi and the Golden Lovers pretty much have to be babyfaces², so if we are shifting into Golden Lovers mode, it's likely Kenny will have to be more of a face.
The Young Bucks also seem to be shifting, which could set the stage for... something? That one could mean anything, tbh.
One of the major themes of Kenny's entire career/character is that he is his truest, happiest, most confident self around Kota. Last time, Kenny tried to goad Kota back with trolling, but Kota mostly was worried about him as a person, and dragged him back to his best self through The Power of Love. It would be a pretty great character note if Kenny remembered that Kota was never fooled or impressed by the heel persona, and decided to try being a good person ahead of time, in order to bring Kota back into his life.
Ibushi has been pretty darn quiet about NJPW on the twitta. A few times he said he's going to tell the truth someday and that he’s still mad at some individuals, but otherwise he's been quiet and even sympathetic/gracious about his dealings with them. I can think of very little leverage they have over him besides the fact that they control when and where he can wrestle. If he’s behaving, maybe it’s because of ‘the America thing’ that was referenced in his original receipts screenshots?
HEAVY AEW and NJPW crossover stuff is happening, in general. Especially if Ibushi gets closer to coming back from his injury, it’s gonna become more and more weird if they don’t address the Golden Lovers situation in some way.
People (who are wrong) fuckin’ LOVE The Cleaner. It’s kind of a gamble to try to be a babyface again, when what the people want is sneering leather jacket tragic anime villain, bc they’re not really seeing how it’s a pathetic facade to obscure the yearning heart of a bereft Lover. So why might such a gamble be worth taking?
ANYWAY, Anon, I don’t really know whether your question was about history, correlation, or evidence, but hopefully I’ve covered the bases and answered it!
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¹Quick refresher if you need it: Kenny's Jr. Heavyweight heel turn happened after his leaving DDT for NJPW (while Ibushi had full-time contracts at both companies, the madman). His last match at DDT was a Golden Lovers match after which he told fans that Japan was his home, and then he debuted in NJPW like 2 weeks later and said (in English) that he was actually lying about that. His face turn began with a slow crash-and-burn that neatly coincided with Ibushi's return to NJPW in 2017 for the G1. And then he went to AEW, where he was The Cleaner again and became increasingly so, notably soon after emotionally telling the Young Bucks that he chose them, not AEW the business; implying that he made Some Sacrifices.
²Ibushi is a mega-babyface all the time. This is partly because he does a lot of flips, but also because that's who Ibushi is as a person. (Even Kota Ibushi The Character's gimmick is 'generally earnest and emotional guy who is extremely skilled at professional wrestling', because while Ibushi thinks about character plenty, he doesn't want to have to think about it during matches). Even if Ibushi did a heel turn, the Golden Lovers' gimmick has always been 'because you're my world bro and you make me a better person', and again... they don’t really want to pretend to be anything else. It would be hard to do that and be Eeevil also (but tbh i would like to see it). So, Kenny kind of like... logistically has to be a babyface in order to be anywhere near Kota, as evidenced by the completely nonsensical Bullet Club stuff that surrounded their reunion.
#kenny omega#kota ibushi#golden lovers#well you asked#one of the many things i have in common with kenny: we are terrible#i need a tag for when i am apologizing for who i am as a human being but confidently asserting that i do not plan to change#... that is all the time basically never mind#it really does not feel like people are vibing with my content these days but it only makes me MORE committed to being awful#like if no one gives a sh*t then i at least am gonna have a nice time#otherwise what's the point/
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The Wretched Existence of an Unloved Child
The collection of short stories that takes place in the universe of my OCs
Part Seven - The Ruby Returns
The sun reflected off the water, sparkling as the current continued to push the water forward. Ambriel sat on the bank, watching the rocks at the bottom tumble as the water swept them away. The river was impossibly clear, clearer than any water source on earth could possibly be. Every small detail under the surface visible, everything could be seen.
The river was an entrance, a doorway to different realms. Azurians could walk into the depths and emerge in whichever planet, realm, or world they wished. Most commonly they used it to go to earth. They were gods there, worshipped among the pagans. They liked the freedom of it, the ability to do whatever they liked free of consequence. Well, free of consequence most of the time.
He'd had a feeling when the sun rose, something about the river. So he came down to the bank, tossed some of his linen summer garments aside, and sat, waiting for whatever his senses were warning him about.
Sure enough, a figure soon emerged from the depths. Ambriel identified him as Beelzebub, from his dark curly hair, as well as his green eyes and brown skin. He was dry, as all people who enter through the river were, despite being submerged in the water.
He opened his mouth, a sentence formed and ready to be said. "Hold your tongue," Ambriel interrupted, "and explain your reasoning for being here, as well as how you got in."
Beelzebub had lost access to the Azurian doors months ago, and was also disowned by his sibling and exiled from Azuria after his betrayal. He was stripped of his weapons and clothing made from Azurian materials, and sent to wander the vastness of the universe, barred only from the place he had supposedly called home. What he used to call home, before trying to destroy everything and everyone in it.
"I've spent many moons crafting a spell to regain entrance to this realm," he replied, "even if only to enter once. I wish to apologise to Azrael, to you, for the harm I have caused. I regret it deeply, and want to be reaccepted as an Azurian. I was one of the first, I deserve to be here among my own. I deserve a second chance."
"You must think me a fool, Beelzebub. You had your chance, in the first months after your exile. Yet in those months you continued to attack us as we did our duties on other planets, vulnerable away from our home." The scent of sulphur filled the air as Ambriel spoke, and copper followed after.
Beelzebub, the Ruby, one of the first six Azurians created, made alonside his sibling Azerah. He was the betrayer. The one who lusted for blood. Some argued it was in his nature, he was the Ruby. The gem was embedded in his chest, where a human would have a heart. The stone each Azurian had was an indicator of their power. It showed what force of nature drove them, the power they had over it. They cared for it. The Ruby meant blood.
Beelzebub was demonic, he turned on his family in the pursuit of power. He went to the forces of hell and worked with them to gain the position of power the Azurians wouldn't let him have. The Azurians didn't believe in having the power to control others. They respected Azrael and her family as a sort of royalty for being the most powerful strength wise. They were royals in title, they represented the Azurians when in gatherings, they represented their power and what they could be when together. But when a decision needed to be made, when a choice was presented, there was no government that chose for the rest of the people. Each and every Azurian got a vote. They were called Anarchists by some, for not having a head group, more powerful than others, the ones to make decisions. Chaos was a part of Azurian life, yes, but there was no chaos in their decision making practices. They were only fair, and if one would consider that anarchy, then anarchists they were.
Beelzebub wanted more. More power, more importance, more everything. He hated not being known, or being deemed unworthy of power. Anger grew in him overtime, resentment as well. Eventually he made his decision, and betrayed Azuria.
His prescense was predatory, Ambriel noticed as he was standing across from him. The look in his eyes implied he was constantly hunting, and each individual he came across was his prey. Even now, as he asked forgiveness for his sins, he couldn't fully rid himself of the look enough to sell the ploy.
"The sad thing is," Ambriel said," this might have actually worked if you had done it earlier. In the week you were first exiled, if you had not continued to attack us, I might have actually believed you."
Beelzebub looked past him, into the distance. If one hadn't known him personally, they might have said that he looked serene, at peace. But Ambriel knew that his gaze meant trouble was brewing.
He met his eyes again and softly said, "I wish you would just allow yourself to trust me again, after all we've been through together..."
"It is time for you to stop, Beelzebub. Why do you think we would allow you a second chance. I know you. I can see the insincerity in your eyes."
"I did not think the others would, but I thought you would."
"Why would you think that?"
"Because I love you, and you love me."
Ambriel scoffed, "You never loved me. You may have thought you did, but if you truly did you would not have betrayed me."
"How did I betray you?"
"You tried to kill me! And my entire family!"
"I did nothing of the sort."
Ambriel laughed a bitter laugh, "Yes, yes you did. You tried to siphon off our energy into yourself. That would have killed us! Do you really not understand that?"
"If it had worked, I could have brought you back after."
"As what, a shell of myself? Would have brought back my mother? My sister? I know you do not care for them as you care for me. You cannot undo something like that."
"No, you cannot. Because you will not allow yourself to cross those lines. Azrael set up boundaries for your power, and like a child you followed her rules. I would have no such restraints, and I refuse to stay bound by her chains!"
"Get out," Ambriel said, sickened by Beelzebub's misunderstanding of what holding power does to a person, "Do the only thing that will save your life and move on. If you continue to come back here, none of us would hesitate to kill you."
Beelzebub's face contorted, fury twisting his features until he was nearly unrecognizable. Yet, despite his anger, he stepped back into the river and was swept away by the current to be spat back out into another realm.
#my posts#art#author#writer#original characters#original writing#original work#oc#the wretched existence of an unloved child#when angels cry#wac
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you sound like the qanon conspiracy freaks who were convinced there were litter boxes in classrooms for kids to piss and shit in lol. was gonna try engaging in a meaningful dialogue with you but since you’ve got your head so far up your ass you’re interpreting genuine kindhearted asks trying to help you as vicious hate and bullying, im not even gonna bother. i just wanted you to know you sound like you ingested horse antiparasitic to treat covid. also ps who the fuck is anne? are you just making up a person to blame everything on bc you can’t admit that you showed your entire ass and multiple people have come to clown? okay anyway you’re too bitter to waste the rest of my high on so byeeeeeeee!!!!
I have not ever been involved with the QAnon movement. Have no fucks to give, never thought any of it was real. In fact, I think it was controlled opposition. I don't fit inside your tiny box, Anne.
I haven't received any genuine, kindhearted asks in a very long time.
If you thought you were being kind, you are absolutely delusional. I am not here to conform to your hot takes. Who do you think you are, what gives you the right to tell me how to live, what to think, what to feel? I'm not here to be your echo chamber.
Oh yes, the Rona.
You want to know what. I feel sorry for you. That "horse antiparasitic" has been prescribed to humans for decades. The only reason the Rona Vax was able to be pushed into production is because the doctors and the MSM and the government lied to you. If they were to admit that a drug, one that's worked for decades, could work in this instance as well, then they wouldn't have been legally allowed to use people like lab rats.
And guess what? Now the people who were gullible enough to take the jab are paying the price, and it's horrible. Turbo cancers. Blood Clots. Heart attacks. Strokes. Bell's Palsy. Sterilization. The list keeps growing and growing and y'all still think you weren't sold snake oil? Wake up!
There had never been a vax for the common cold and the one they have provided still doesn't prevent the disease from being contracted or from spreading. That's a bunch of science fiction, germ theory doesn't even hold water and hasn't done so for 100 years. They were trying to prove it during the Spanish Flu and failed.
I feel so sorry for everyone who is living through this dystopic nightmare, even moreso for those people who are still hypnotized and refuse to acknowledge what they allowed to happen to themselves.
Anne is short for anon.
Specifically hateful anons. It's a term that the Reylos coined because so many people were hating on them. It's been in Tumblr usage for years. It's got "Sure Jan" vibes. An Anne is almost always a Karen. Someone who irrationally expects to get their way and be thanked for their tantrum. And what y'all have most definitely been acting like today is Karens.
I haven't shown my ass, WTF is that even supposed to mean. I mean, do you want me to moon you like in Braveheart or something? It's not my thing but I could probably find you a clip.
No, I'm not surprised that the brainwashed clowns showed up, haters gotta hate after all. It's like you guys get off on making yourselves look as idiotic and small as possible. I've always been perplexed: why do you think it's okay to tell people that they're full of "hate" if they don't agree with your delusions. Why would it ever be okay to tell someone that they should kill themself? Be forced to put up with abuse? Be raped? Does it make you feel powerful??? Because you sound pathetic.
So good, go away, rethink your life, since drugs seem to make you act like a fool that can't be taken seriously.
#oh hi anne#protest#i really thought it was all one anne#little did i know that the clown car was here to tp my house
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hi so i'm new and am also sad so heres a vent post ig :-P (please don't read if you're sensetive towards topics mentioned in tags ily stay safe)
Why must you look at me this way? Don't you know how many daggers your stare can throw? Your eyes are pitch black and yet they show the most color of emotions I have ever seen. This time, it was red, the color that would greet my hands anytime of the day, the same color of the flowers I sent you today, the same color I showered in. Me and Red are no strangers to each other, my lifes been painted by red and yet the way you carry it from your heart makes my skin crawl. You made red ugly, and horrible to look at. And you knew, because you read me like a book, you're the only sane one to hold onto me. People call you delusional, and you know that they're right, and I'd agree with them. If it wasn't for the fact I appreciate your efforts. I dare to say that I like you, actually. "You're rotten work." My fingertips are turning cold, I am about to lose my cool and my tempers about to burst. What have I ever done to deserve such treatment from people I like? "..You knew what you were signing up for, so deal with it now or run from it while you've still got the chance!" I spat out, my teeth bearing, I wanted to come off as angry and in control.
To fool them into believing that I still am as powerful as I used to be, that I still am the same unfair soldier I always had been. They however approached me steadily, soil colored eyes bore into my wounded ones, it was the first time i felt weak and useless. First time to feel like the prey i haunted, "how does it feel.." i raised my sword while meekly taking my stance. No matter how small hope of winning there is, I will always be ready to pounce. "To be in my place now?" Your heart was blinding me and your mind was crushing me down. I've knelt before you many times before, but this time you're the one winning this battle. "You know i can't feel at al-" you jabbed me into my shoulder, a pained grunt vibrated from my ribcage, your hand clenching the abused spot on my shoulder. Your nails were digging into my flesh, and maybe that'll be the only thing keeping me alive from now on. I didn't mind it. I deserved it after all, "you fool! Why lie to me straight into my eyes. You really don't know your limits don't you?.." i saw a glint of silver coming up from your pocket and exhaled, maybe it really was my time to rest?
"I've had enough of you, your torment! It's been years since I took a breath! Without worrying you'd come up to the surface and hurt me when I least expected it!" Tears welled into your eyes and single droplets were stinging my skin, all these years and yet you still try to deny me? "How did I ever let you grow so big? I wish I could just.. just! Maybe, go back in time and..! I don't fucking know anymore, see what you did to me? I think about you like you're my top priority, i fucking hate you for that." I wished to speak but my throat was closing on its own, I haven't been fed for a while and I'm slowly drying out. So instead i reach out to your cheek and brush away a few stains from previous tears, the dagger in your hand was far up, ready to cut through what i could only think was its first target, me. I smiled, perspective was such an admirable thing for me for little to no reason. J suppose i saw something very symbolic in the fact that the weapon in your hand looked like it wasn't necessarily aimed at me, but the both of us, maybe we really do complete each other in a sense. My reaction shocked, or maybe even infuriated you even further, i could tell the way your grip on my shoulder already tightened even more. I let out a sigh of relief once i saw the blade rushing towards me, i closed my eyes tight. I hated to feel pain, even though i'm the one who causes it the most, surprisingly though, the pain didn't hit me yet. "You were a disaster to have around, i hope you will never come back." And then it hit me really hard, i felt such agonizing pain in my throat. I cried for the first time, I couldn't breathe.
"And even if you will, i'll hunt you down and kill you like I always did. Far worse then i used to, mark my words."
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Viktor x mage reader? And being protective of their identity so the wrong people don’t find out and try to use them for the wrong reasons? >:) maybe some angst thrown in there
Oh, I like this idea! Thank you for the request! This will be a 3 part series I believe. You'll get your angst in the following chapters :) Hope this is what you wanted! I'm sorry if this is a lot like that scene from frozen lol.
Warnings: none
Pairing: Viktor x Mage!reader
Being a mage in Piltover was hard enough. But growing up in Zaun was harder. There were often times you wanted to use your powers while growing up to protect yourself, or even to save and heal someone. Your fear of the Counsel finding out was too strong to ever reveal them as a child. Though you knew the beauty your powers could bring too this world, there would also be so many dangers.
You grew up with Viktor. He's been your best friend since the beginning. You both shared the same passion for science as children, so when he asked you to join the academy with him, of course you said yes.
You sit in a small chair, your arms resting on it and your head placed on your arms. The table faced a large window overlooking the city. It was a beautiful night. A few people fumbling around on the streets below, lights shining from across town, and the sky littered with stars.
You've been waiting for Viktor to come up to the lab for almost an hour now. He's usually so punctual. You fiddled with your sleeve and wiggled impatiently. You look behind you, take in your surrounding and make sure no ones around before turning back and lifting your palm up to face the ceiling.
Small blue light shown from your hand before it morphed into the form of the constellations. Wasn't often you were able to use your powers, but when you were able to it was almost reliving. Like you can actually be yourself.
"Y/N?.."
You whip your head around to see a amazed Viktor. You quickly turn to him. "I can explain!" He looks at you and tilts his head. "Who said you need to explain anything to me. I've never seen a real mage before. You seriously think the co-inventor of HexTech is afraid of a little magic? Can... can I see more?"
You look back at him with a look of disbelief. You never expected anyone to ever react so calmly to the power you were born with. But, it was Viktor, and he is right... Maybe it is the era of magic.
You nod and smile, lifting your hand and create smalls stars that spread out into the air. His eyes shine with wonder as he takes in real magic. After a few minutes of showing him some of the things you can do, you finally do your absolute favorite spell.
Both Viktor and your feed begin to lift off the ground. His eyes grow and his mouth turns into a wide smile as he looks up at you. Before long you're both floating through the air, just fooling around and having fun.
You felt so free. Like weight had been lifted off your shoulders. Finally, someone knows who you truly are. But you begin to question if people will really accept you for it. Sure, they love HexTech, but that's controlled but the Counsel. They can't control you.
You look up at him with a serious look. " What do we do about this? About you knowing?" Without looking away from the array of stars scattered across the room he answers "We keep it between the two of us. We keep you safe."
To Be Continued...
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i don't know if i'm the only one but i've often wondered exactly how hard it was to convince julian mcmahon to stick around for season five. they took his character, a feared powerful half demon and made him into the butt of the joke and the whole joke was basically ha ha look at this lovestruck fool obsessing and suicidal because he's got nothing to live with but can't die. ain't that funny? like how the fuck did the writers sell that to julian is my question
i find the entirety of season five just so goddamn insulting to cole's character. hell the fact that he got possessed by the source and this was treated as him turning evil instead of a shitty situation that got out of hand. like it wasn't bad enough he was villified for something that he wasn't even in control of half the time they couldn't even just vanquish the dude, they dragged it on and ridiculed him. i hate it here
lol. i mean. yeah. i really. like. it's like. like okay we all know cole was a fan favorite right and he & phoebe were really meant to like. be the sex appeal to the show no one else was really filling that role they were charmed's Sexy Couple tm. so like. in a sense i get the notion ab wanting to keep him around. because everyone loves him! he's bad boy! he adds this dangerous edge love balancing on a knife's point stuff like that. so like. that being said. u wanna keep him around. i just like Do Not Get how you opt to keep him around Like That. tbh. as w all things. i am blaming brad kern. i think it all really started to tank s4 (well, with mortal cole, but like) with source cole. that was bad, but i know it was part of the push to have like long form season drama character driven plots conflict between the sisters themselves it just like. sucked ass and balls imo. like i mean the fact they had to do the source as a possession just so they could get demon cole and lover cole,,, i mean it speaks to how stupid it was. the fact that u wanted cole to be a villain So Bad but the only way to do it was like. possession? sign that u should not do that like. like. like. i don't know how we're supposed to feel ab that.
and then. the vanquish. not sticking. i think like. i think they probably had the vague idea that cole having a mortal soul would not be able to be vanquished properly right? like. demons get destroyed into nothingness, but the human part of him lives, so i think they probably knew that was what they were going to do, that's what they sold to jmm and like. we sowed those seeds in the s4 finale w his ghost whispers and materialization. so i think like. they knew they wanted to Not Kill Him because he was such a fan favorite. maybe there was an intention to do a will they won't they variant of phole? and then. of course. there was the whole idea of paige cole, which, as the rumor goes, was meant to kick of in the s5 pilot, but both julian and rose shut it down. but i feel like. assuming that's true (which i 100% do assume that's true absolutely and i'm not endorsing it i don't think it would have been good or well written or whatever but like. 👀. you know?) but yeah. assuming that's true, i feel like that piece really speaks to what their designs for cole were: man meat. he was meant to be their male sex appeal and they weren't going to be picky about the narrative itself as long as he was still kicking.
but like honestly? i mean i shouldn't have to say this it's a given: it's not enough to just put your sexy man in front of a camera and call it a day like imo even a man who is not sexy can be made appealing through the power of the narrative. like, to level with you, i never really ever shipped phole nor found cole attractive at all like ever, but i can see like the fucking support beams you know i can see the infrastructure on which this whole thing can you know take on a life of its own in the earlier seasons because they very consciously put it there!! people shipped it for a reason n not just because they were two people standing next to each other on a tv screen i mean hello almost sinking a dagger in her heart but can't do it sends her away back to her sisters because he can't act out on his evil plan!! that's something!!!! that's so very something and they gave us Nothing they gave us nothing in the later seasons. and still expected it to fly. like. tbh julian was probably just like unwittingly duped like dragged along for the ride s5 which is likely why he was vanquished halfway through because i'd imagine roughly three episode in he went okay! um. what's this? guys? what's this? and then they said cole<3 you know he like knew he had to get the hell outta dodge.
anyways. if i were to resuscitate phole in s5. which like. to level w u. i wouldn’t. because they would need a lot of one-on-one screentime and we already spent so much of s4 splitting up the sisterhood in the name of phole i wouldn’t really want to continue with that per se But. if i were. this ask is getting long it’s under a cut
something something demon of the week something something realms the point is cole is there when he very much shouldn’t be and like. he and phoebe get knocked into a different plane. so their bodies are fine and at the manor, but their minds are elsewhere and they need to solve whatever it is in order to get back. and we’ll say there’s a fuckin deadline because the girls need the power of three and right now they are sealed off from accessing it. and you know phoebe’s pretty fuckin pissed with cole because you know. he dragged her down to hell and she almost gave birth to the antichrist. actually source’s heir might be fun to keep around in this au idk. the point is phoebe’s pissed at cole and cole’s pissed at phoebe because phoebe’s pissed at him but he literally didn’t have control over himself in that era and he’s not getting the space he needs to justify himself because phoebe keeps stepping over him. but they gotta work together to get out of here. and were kinda doing enemies to lover 2.0 but like now they have History. of course we’ve gotta do a moment where cole has idk done something normal and phoebe’s so riled up that she does something rash and almost dies cole saves her like catches her bridal style or something faces inches apart breathing heavy and there’s a moment. like a we’re back in early s4 moment. which phoebe immediately breaks from and like walls going flying up but just for a moment there we see it it’s obvious: she’s still in love with cole. which then segues into an argument because like. cole wasn’t sure. right? he wasn’t sure if phoebe now just genuinely hated him. but now he knows right he knows better now so why are you acting like this? why are you taking every opportunity to shut me down to shut me out? why are you acting like you hate me when you know that’s not true right that whole thing to phoebe who gets the Classic because i do hate you. i hate you for what you did to me for what you did to my family and i hate you because i loved you so much and you destroyed me and i hate you because no matter how hard i try that love is still there and i know that for a second if i stop hating you i’m going to love you just like before and you can destroy me again and i hate myself because i’d let you because i love you. you know? big speech. big reveal. i have No Idea what piper and paige are up to right now. the point is. after this big confession we get the lull the cards are on the table what the fuck do we do now which is when cole Finally gets to opportunity to say he was actually possessed by the source and manipulated by the seer and the only thing that kept him holding on was his love for her and after she became queen of hell after he saw what the source had done to her he knew it had to end he doesn’t hold it against her for vanquishing him right this is where we exonerate all wrongs we’re just saying anything bad that has happened ever? scrub it. it’s the source’s fault. cole has no resentment against phoebe. he loves her a healthy, normal, non-possessive amount, so much so He Loves Her So Much he let her kill him and like honestly would probably do it again. idk and then they make out or something. and then they’re out of whatever plane they were in by the end of the episode. And Then we get a buddy cop episode with paige and cole where they bond and also sort through everything that happened there. slowly but surely. and then we do a real phole wedding a super small affair in the manor lowkey bc i hated their wedding episode it blowed we give them a good one. wallah <3
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1/2 So, I've got another Solo Leveling idea. Goto Ryuji arrives in Korea thinking his plan was fool proof. He and his guild will lay a trap for the korean Hunters, leave the island and the ants will do the rest for them. Only his plan was not foolproof and he dies. And then he wakes up and it's the day he and his guild had ther friendly sparing match with the korean hunters.
2/2 So they go to Jeju island again and he thinks, this time will be different. And then he dies at the hands of the ant king again and again and again. Fortunately Sung Jin-Woo seems to be stronger then he thought. If only he could convince the brat to participate in the raid.
Oh, this is a very interesting idea. So many twisting paths a time loop fic can take. :D
I think I’d have him reset to his hotel room in South Korea. He would need a bit of time to react to his death and the unexpected time travel. If he woke up in the gym before the sparring, it’d be a lot more disorienting. He’d all of a sudden be in front of people, reacting to his death and just….I don’t like secondhand embarrassment. Ryuji wouldn’t want people to see him freaking out.
He’d be rather confused as he gets ready to visit the Korean Hunter’s Association for the ‘first’ (second) time. But his clever mind would soon be devising new plans, trying to use the time travel to his advantage.
First, he’d probably try to learn more about the Korean Hunters. See what skills of theirs he can use in his plans. He’s not one to easily give up on what he wants, so he’d still be trying to make his plan work, of the Korean Hunters dying and Japan kind of taking over? I don’t remember the exact details of what they were trying to do, how much control they wanted over South Korea.
Besides learning more about the Korean Hunters, the other thing Ryuji can control is how his Hunters are grouped together. Maybe, he thinks, they can survive long enough for him to get to them if he tries out different team arrangements. Then, sending them to different areas of the island, maybe the ant king will be less likely to notice some of them.
Eventually, Ryuji will have to concede that not only is he unable to win against the ant king, but that Sung would make their plan moot, anyway. Not only would it be a bad idea to make an enemy of someone so powerful, but with his summons, Sung could deal with all the high-ranking gates himself, leaving the weaker ones for the lower ranking Korean Hunters.
They have four days between that sparring and them all shipping out to Jejeu island. During that time, he tries to learn more about Sung, why he decided not to join them on the raid, so he can change his mind. Trying different tactics to get him to agree.
Though, I’m not sure what all he’d be willing to do. Nothing that would hurt his dignity or pride. Being too obvious about how much he wants Sung on the raid would make it seem like he thinks his guild can’t handle it.
I’m not sure how I’d have him convince Jin-Woo to go on the raid. He could always seduce him, like he accidentally did in my fic “My Love is a Fire”. It certainly wasn’t that Ryuji’s intention to have Jin-Woo disrupt his plans like that.
But I actually like the idea of Ryuji having to tell Jin-Woo about the time loop. And being flabbergasted when Jin-Woo believes him pretty easily. Jin-Woo, after all, has had to deal with the unbelievable nonsense the system has put him through. Plus, he’d be able to sense how frustrated Ryuji is with the situation, and perhaps some of the trauma of being killed repeatedly.
During this fic, I’d want to show some character development for Ryuji. Coming close to death, let alone actually dying, can make you re-evaluate some things, to think about what’s really important to you.
I’d want Ryuji to realize he actually would be upset if the S-ranks in his guild died. He was rather blasé about it in the novel and manhwa, but he died shortly after, so there’s no telling how he would have felt in the long term. Maybe he would have missed them. They were likely the ones he went on dungeon raids with, after all. He would have had conversations with them, listening to them bickering and teasing each other on missions. Seen them in casual settings as they relaxed after a raid, celebrating their success.
In the beginning of the loops, he’d be more indifferent to their deaths, thinking of them as variables to make his plan work, and assets he’s trying to keep alive for future plans. Then he keeps finding their bodies, perhaps even hearing their last words on the radio. Waking up after his own death to them being lively and dynamic, friendly towards him even as he’s leading them to their grisly end.
It starts to get to him, how much they trust in him. That his plan will succeed and that together, their strength can overcome any odds. Getting Sung on the raid stops just being about his own survival, but about keeping his guild members alive as well.
[This fic would definitely be good practice for writing these characters, developing their personalities and quirks, which would make it both fun and challenging.]
Ryuji is forced to confront his own emotions during these time loops, realizing he can’t actually avoid becoming attached to people without avoiding people altogether. Something he’s not willing to do. Instead, he’s just been trying to repress any sense of attachment, in the futile attempt to avoid grief.
He has to reevaluate how he deals with people. If he can’t avoid the negatives that come with being around people, then he should at least get to have the positives. Ryuji knows that humans benefit from friendship and romantic love, he’s just never thought the risk of grief and loss were worth it to him. But if he has to deal with it anyway, he’ll take every benefit he can get, grasping hold of it with greedy hands.
It starts with being more willing to have casual conversations with his S-rank guild members, allowing himself to start thinking of them as possible friends. Though he’d probably start off thinking of them as comrades, rather than the coworkers/employees/his people that he’s been thinking of them as. Comrades kind of feels like the halfway point between coworker and friend, plus it can be used as comrade-in-arms, people you fight together with against a common foe.
At the same time, he’d be learning more about Jin-Woo, trying to figure out what motivates the other Hunter. He’d probably want to spar against him, too, after their fight got interrupted. Maybe he’d try to use the time loops to learn how Jin-Woo fights, see if he can use that and his greater experience to last longer against the younger Hunter.
Ryuji is drawn to Jin-Woo’s strength, the mystery of his many abilities, and physically attracted to him. He starts to wonder about romantic attachments, about who he’d want in a life partner if he allowed himself that much attachment.
[I know your ask didn’t specifically mention them getting together, so I don’t know if you had that in mind. But it’s where my mind goes every time these two are the main characters of a story.]
Honestly, not sure how well I’d write this story. It sounds like a fun idea in theory, but doesn’t ignite as much excitement as some of the other ideas have. I feel like I’d write a couple chapters and then the inspiration would fizzle out. But if I ever get enough inspiration for it, then it could be fun to try my hand at it. Maybe write snippets of it.
Out of the fic submissions I’ve received, the one I’m most interested in writing is the one where Jin-Woo ends up in an alternate universe, where that Jin-Woo and Ryuji had been lovers before that Jin-Woo died. There’s a lot to explore when figuring out how the universes could differ.
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Nct 127 - Creatures series
File #2 - Johnny, the werewolf
Warnings: werewolf attack, mentions of wounds
Genre: fantasy/ supernatural/ angst/ fluff
Pairing: Johnny x reader
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The story
Johnny is part of the Suh family, one of the most renowned clan of creatures hunters.
The night before his 15th birthday, he was attacked by a werewolf, that was seeking revenge for the fellows he had lost for Johnny’s family.
Johnny got bitten, but he was quickly medicated, so the werewolf venon didn’t spread all over his organism.
However, it was not enough to completely neutralize the cursed effects of the incident.
He does turn into a werewolf at full moon nights, but he doesn’t lose his senses entirely. He doesn't have the wrath and thirst of blood that the commom werewolves have.
His werewolf form presents itself as a giant muscular human shaped creature, covered in dark brown hair, with big canines showing up through a long snout, in addition to his pointy ears and silver big sparkly eyes, that still carries the warmth of Johnny's soul.
When everything happened, his family immediately hid him from the world and subject him to an intense preparation, so he could learn how to control his powers and be introduced to the society again.
The powers
His five senses are sharp,even when he is in his human form. His vision, sense of smell and hearing are beyond our comprehension.
He also developed a sixth sense, and can feel danger from miles away.
He is capable of understanding and communicating with some animals, like wolves and dogs.
He is super agile, fast and strong
He has regenerative powers. If he is given enough time to recover, he can heal the deepest wounds by himself.
The only things that affect him are pure silver and ultrasonic waves settled in a certain frequency.
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— Report - Incident number 1
Being the only child and only heir of a respected family of creatures hunters was not easy. You had to deal with the high expectations of your clan since you were not even aware of your own existence. And one thing made everything worse: Johnny Suh. Johnny was the heir of another powerful clan. Your families were not exactly enemies, but they had this unspoken competition between them, that ended up uncousciously impregnated in your mind. You always felt the need to be better than Johnny. You were the same age, but you were born with a fragile body, and Johnny's healthy and perfect condition lit on you a feeling of envy you really hated and felt ashamed of. And the guy was talented, you couldn't deny it. You always had to make the double of effort to get the same result as him. However, the trait that irritated you the most on him was his kindness. You two grew up together, and he always considered you as his precious friend. He never let you down, he never ever once doubted you.
"Can you stop being so nice? I don't deserve it." - you thought while watching him on his way back home, waving for you after another day playing and practicing together. This was the last memory you have of him. You never saw him again. His family said he suddenly had to go somewhere to complete his training. He had left you behind. As always, all you could visualize was his back. "Where are you, you jerk? You said you would always be with me... Liar..." - you said to yourself, mad and desperatly holding your tears, at that full moon night you should be celebrating his 15th anniversary together.
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You are 21 now. You look at the mirror and you almost can't recognize yourself. There you are. That little weak and fragile child has become strong. One of the best hunters out there. There you are. Ready to assume your position as the leader of the clan. There you are. Entering the salon, everyone cheering for you and greeting you as their master. There he is. That familiar face, that familiar smile, that familiar eyes looking at you proudly. There you are, your mind bluring your surroundings so you could focus just on him, and making your lips open to let escape that one name you were willing to say again for so long "...Johnny??"
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— Report - Incident number two
Your first hunt as the leader of the clan. The bright full moon lights your path, guiding you into the dense forest. You are excited, and your dilated pupils are making your eyes look pitch black. You are used to hunt, but today is a special day. He is here. He is going to see how much you've grown. You finally... Finally he will truly acknowledge you. And you... You will finally be able to walk beside him. Johnny. Your beloved Johnny.
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You barely had any opportunity to talk to him during the day. Sneaking through dozens of arms trying to congratulate you, you reached the tall man that had been staring at you with affectionate eyes, just to give him a big hug, to make sure he was not an illusion - "I missed you too, Y/N", he said with a much deep and low voice you remembered him to have, while wrapping his arms around you. You had no time to answer him, as you felt your father strongly pulling you away from Johnny's embrace. You didn't notice your father's curious and suspicious glance at Johnny. You didn't noticed Johnny's sad eyes. You just murmured "See you later?", and before you could hear the reply, you were again among the happy festive people.
Still with his eyes locked on you, Johnny whispered - "See you later."
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You hear a loud howl. The werewolf that has been hauting the village is near, you can feel it. "Johnny..." . You lose your focus for a second. "Y/N , concentrate!!", you say to yourself, surprised by your fool thoughts in such an important moment. The sound of big steps crushing the dry leaves behind you put you instantly in alert. All you see is a giant shadow jumping in your direction, with its sharp claws glittering with the moonlight. You skillfully project your body to the ground while back flipping, escaping from the beast, but losing your silver dagger in the process. "Shit!" - you think, covering your face with your arms, as the creature again attacks you. You get shocked when you hear a painful yelp, followed by a deep silence. You slowly let your arms down, to visualize the inanimate body of the werewolf you were hunting, laying on the ground. You then listen to a crackle right behind you, and turning around as fast as you can, you see yourself in front of the most imposing werewolf you've ever seen. The fear dominates your body. You know you would never be able to fight that creature. But as soon as you meet its eyes, you freeze. You know. You just know. Again, that name escapes your mouth – "Johnny?". And by the sound of this word, the majestic being runs away from you, leaving behind your astonished figure.
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– "Johnny!! JOHNNY!! TALK TO ME!" - you are begging in front of his house, slamming the door with all your strenght. Johnny quickly appears, taking you by the hand and pulling you away from his family territory. "Please Y/N, it's not the time! I... I ... I can explain..I.." , Johnny starts to speak, looking desperate, but you interrupt him – " You!!! I was about to get that werewolf!! I could get It on my own!!" . Johnny could not be more stunned by your totally unexpected sentence. –"What?? This is all you have to say? You.. you are not afraid of me? I'm a Monster! You lost your mind?" . These words and the hopeless gleam in Johnny's eyes make your heart ache more than it already is. You soften your voice, as you say, cupping his perfect face with your hands : - "Johnny, what if someone saw you? You need to be careful, please. And how could I be afraid of you, when you look so fragile right now, in front of me? Please, would you let me take care of you? I can! Now I can! I've spent years of my life trying to reach you. I'll protect you! I know I must be crazy, but staying away from you again would drive me insane for sure. So now, please, just shush and let me be by your side, ok?" Johnny then lets his stiff body relax again. "Oh, so you knew it all along.. And you... you were waiting for me. I see now. Don't worry, I'm here to stay, Y/N. I missed you so much" . Your faces slowly get closer and closer, until your lips meet and melt into a sweet kiss, sealing your forbidden vows to each other.
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A world without heroes
Summary: Loki is imprisoned after the sudden attack on New York and with that, rest of the earth. And while you always thought you would have your lover's back, you find yourself unable to forgive this one. It's time for you to decide when enough's enough.
Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x reader
Sidenote: This was inspired by the song "A world without heroes" from KISS. I just immediately though about a moment where reader would be thrown into a deep sea of darkness after finding out the major betrayal lingering beneath many layers of Loki Laufeyson's charismatic persona.
The cold surface of the bulletproof glass is supposed to have a large impact on your wrist as the two objects collide. It's supposed to hurt but it doesn't. The glass is meant to stand and for you to give up. You're meant to lay off and calm down; meaning, stop slamming your fist into the cell like if it was going to break if you just willed your way through.
They say that if you want something enough, you possess the power to do anything. But what do you want to such an extent? More importantly, what does he want? What did he really want? Has he ever wanted any more than a throne to sit on? Or was there something more to it? Did he even know what it really meant? And if so, did he realize the consequences of his actions; not just by the billions of lives he would have destroyed, but his family, yours and especially his own as well.
A part of you wants to believe that he was under some kind of control; that he wasn't really conscious these past days. All the lives he already stole, you want to think that if he had a choice, he would've spared them. You want to believe it all so badly. You want to throw all your common sense away and just collapse into his arms. Give him a tender kiss and gaze into his eyes with lingering warmth like you used to. To forgive and forget.
But the common sense stays where it should be. You can't. Because the past days he's been imprisoned, he's confirmed every action. He doesn't even defend anything; thinks he doesn't need to. Rock-hard believing his decision was the right one to make when he really had no right.
And your eyes are no more tender and soft; but clouded and swollen, piercing through the pair of eyes on the other side of the glass. And your mouth is not tasting the sensetion of sweet lips. Only the salty wetness of your tears pooling like mad rivers.
Your chest feels heavy and about to explode. You need to scream; feel like that's the only solution to relieve the pressure. You almost feel like you're being choked. Choked on love, choked on hope, air, trust, literally everything your life has contained so far.
And the man in front of you doesn't seem to understand how your world is seemingly falling apart before him. The pure confusion in his eyes is twisting your stomach and your feel like throwing up.
"I thought I knew you."
Your sobs has quieted down. Before, you weren't able to speak very well. You just had to wait the storm out until it came rushing back ten times worse next time.
"You do, darling. You always have."
Calm as a snake and laid back. He doesn't even seem to realize that every word spoken will matter in the following moments of actions where you will decide both your fates for him.
"Did I, really? How can you look me in the eyes and say that with your disgusting pride!" You spit at the glass; aim at his feet but it doesn't seem to faze him a tiny bit. You want to bring out a reaction from him, cause maybe then, you would get some sense of honesty out of him.
"My disgusting pride? The world we're living in is disgusting and twisted. How can you even compare midgardians brutality and greediness to Asgards prosperity and beauty?"
You don't want to hear this talk again. Only a couple of years ago, you would have ignored it as just one of his endless bitter rants and thought nothing more of it, not knowing that he was actually planning to find an end to his irritation.
"(Y/n), darling, You have agreed with me on this! We agreed that humans are short minded, only good for the cause of starting a war between their own race and assassinate each other. Their petty little lives are doomed anyway."
You can't even process the amount of irony and hypocrisy seeping through his sentences. You want to scream at him. You want to hold him. You want to cry, give him a piece of your mind. But you want to fall asleep in his arms. You miss his embrace so much. Endless tiredness since he vanished, only to find he's become a monster.
Your fists attempts to break the glass once again, aiming at his perfect eyes. Those damn eyes. The same eyes you used to adore. You still do. Torn between what you want and what you should do.
"You had no right! Who are you to choose who gets to live and who doesn't?! Why should you be any different from the humans?"
Your words are no longer contained into normal conversation. Only now, Loki seems to actually start realizing the weight behind your rage.
"I did it for us, love! For you. How am I supposed to give you everything if I'm just a mere god, son of a bastard and feared of my own people. Is that the man to give you everything? Is it?"
You don't even know where the thought process of this has sparked in his mind. Never have you asked anything unusual from him, just endless trust and honesty. You have always supported him when no one else would and when nobody wanted anything to do with him. A shoulder to cry on or an ear for venting. You've heated him up with your warmth when he was feeling cold and kissed him back to health countless of times. You used to be his. In return you only asked for trust and honesty. And the funny thing? In the end, you got none of that.
"I never wanted the world, Loki! I wanted you! Couldn't you see that you were enough?"
"Why do you care about the midgardians so much? What have they done for you? Have they given you flowers when you were sad? Have they kept you company at nights where you were haunted by nightmares? Did they do any of those? Because I recall it was me who stood by you all those years!"
Why is he suddenly so angry? It makes no sense to you. When he for once speaks from his real thoughts, anger and frustration is still the feeling behind it. Even if he got his plan to destroy earth through, it wouldn't stop his burning hate.
"You speak like they are nothing but soulless objects, pawns for you to manipulate when you feel like it!"
"They need a group of unstable mutants to protect them from dangers! A bunch of heroes that they don't even really like sometimes. The heroes gets the blame of the catastrophe happening even if they are the one fighting it! Is that a society worth fighting for? Their beloved little heroes are nothing but fools."
"Everything is worth fighting for. You don't know these people, do you? And as for the people, the heroes are a beacon of hope; a sign to stand strong and come together!"
You stand quiet for a second. Your fist lowers itself against the hard surface.
"Against people like you."
You don't want to see him anymore. Heard enough. Ready to go. You've made you decision. Because how could there ever be a change to this man? When he's been hiding his true nature behind your back for so long? Did you even know who you loved? Could you even call it love?
"Did you ever love me? Or was I just being fooled this entire time?"
Concern is now displaying on him for real. Maybe he's realize where you're going; what you're about to say.
"Why would you ask that? I love you more than anything! (Y/n), please understand this! I'd do anything for you!"
"Then tell me one single moment, just one, where you've spent time with me and thought 'I could be satisfied with this. I don't need power. I'm good with what I have'."
You heart is aching with anticipation. It's almost fatal. You don't want to know but he must realize it himself before you can finish.
And you can really see how he's trying. He's trying so hard for you, he thinks. He probably thinks he's tried doing everything for you; when he really just needed not to do anything at all. And just like you guessed, there comes no words. He knows you'll see if he's lying and knows you're right. But you don't ever think he will ever regret his attack for the right reasons. Nor for you, to get you back. No, you'll never accept that.
"I can't live like this, Loki. Can't you see you're breaking my heart?"
"I didn't mean to-"
"No. You didn't mean to do it, right? That's what you're gonna say... But I've heard enough. You have made a decision. And it's about time that I make mine as well."
The realization hits him almost instantly. And all the traces of his usually calm manner were gone in an instant. He's no longer standing with hands clasped behind his back. But they're clawing and pawning at the glass keeping the two of you apart. Loneliness is the one fatal emotion he hasn't dared himself to feel for years with you by his side. But now when it all might be taken away from him in a matter of seconds? How is he supposed to react?
He's begging, pleading, punching and screaming. Sobbing and begging even more. His silvertounge can't save him now. Nothing can save him now from the unruly fate. A path he himself had laid out beneath his feet.
"Please, (Y/n) I love you! I don't want to be here alone!"
...
"Please... It's cold and dark. I can't breathe without your warmth! Just.. Please!"
You can't stand to hear any more. His pleading is too much and you've stayed enough.
Your heart feels like it's being torn in half by your own hands as you turn around, the cold of your back hitting him in the deepest depths of his despair. And it sets him off.
You're going to leave him. The only purely good thing in his life is going to leave him. Where is he going to get his hugs? It doesn't matter because they won't be from you. Is he even going to remember your face when time has passed? Will he even remember your laugh, smile or your goofy little moments together? Will you find somebody else? Forget about him and move on.
Loki doesn't want you to move on; doesn't want you to move at all. He's ready to do whatever it takes to get you to stay.
And he would, if there wasn't a thick wall between you, keeping him from you no matter how hard he slammed it or how loudly he screamed at you.
Pleading became despair and despair led to threats; the only solution left to try.
He knew it was wrong. Wrong to threaten a loved one, especially you. But he would never accept his fate knowing that he hadn't tried anything in his power to make the only thing left for him to love slip past his hands.
But a tiny part of him knows that you won't hear him. Won't listen to him like those late summer nights under the moon on a cozy blanket, you tightly wrapped into his embrace with a content smile on your face.
Or the time when a sudden attack of sorrow and anxiety hit him in the middle of the night and you held him close to your chest while whispering sweet assurances for him to fall asleep to.
You had been his anchor to the real world.
You were the only thing to keep him sane enough.
But it wasn't enough in the end.
You had been his hero.
But not even a hero could save someone's world sometimes.
Especially when he was the one ruining it.
His love.
(Y/n)
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RP Meme Lines from "AHS: Coven" Episode 13: "The Seven Wonders"
I've chosen caviar from the Caspian Sea served on blinis along with champagne as fitting stand-ins as we partake of our own last supper.
When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I understood like a child, I thought like a child. But when I became a woman, I put aside childish things.
Put aside fears, reservations and petty things.
Kick ass tomorrow.
What if I can't do it?
Almost sounds like you want it.
Commonly only known to the public as mind control. It's a tricky little craft. When properly exercised, can bend the strongest of wills to your desire.
Nobody controls my mind but me.
Knock it off!
Ow! Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!
Well done.
I'm not done.
Now, lick it.
That's enough. Let's move on.
Having fun yet?
If your soul hasn't returned to your body by sunup, you'll die.
You're the first to return.
It was horrible. I was stuck on a network musical. It was a live version of The Sound of Music. I wasn't even the lead.
I'm right here, it's okay.
Freak. You're a freak.
No, I don't wanna kill a living thing.
No, you can't make me kill a living thing.
We have to help her.
There's nothing we can do.
Follow my voice.
You're a stone-cold bitch.
When you play with fire, you get burned.
Tag, you're it.
Gotcha. No tag-backs.
Can't we just have a little fun?
Suck it. Ha-ha-ha!
Nothing's happening.
What's "deserve" got to do with any of this?
So either crown me or kiss my ass.
I can feel all their eyes on me.
Maybe we deserve to die out.
Why did you leave me? You said you'd never leave me
My mother was always right.
How true is it that a prophet is never recognized in his own country?
Well, I guess it's different when it's your own family.
You have royal blood in your veins.
I was a fool not to have realized it earlier, seeking all this time in the dust for that which may have been right before us all along.
You must let it out.
I'd stake your life on it.
I'm not stupid.
Are you ready?
What did you see?
This thing started as a competition. I say we end it like one.
Divination. Let's rock.
This is stupid. I'm not doing it.
Let me show you real power.
Divination first.
We're doing this by the book.
I'm sick of your book.
I have so many powers, I could tear this room apart until there's nothing left but your little trinkets, but, no, I have to do this bullshit.
There's something in the thing.
Because the game is rigged, [NAME]. Wake up.
You would accuse us of chicanery?
I didn't even wanna come here.
I'm going back to Hollywood where people are normal.
I suggest you change the locks, because when I tell TMZ everything it won't be long before torches, pitchforks, and Molotov cocktails become a real big part of your day.
Peace out!
What do you want, dumb-ass?
You let her die.
Why did you let her die?
You know that dark place! We've both been there!
I did it for us.
You're not that good an actress.
No one will wonder where the body went once we bury her.
Since your extraordinary public statement last month there has been quite a bit of fanfare.
We are not a cult. We don't proselytize. We have no agenda. We're not recruiting.
Women who identify as witches are born as such and their abilities, which we call powers are part of who they are, part of their DNA, if you will.
So in fact, you're saying that it's not a choice, being a witch.
There are so many young witches who have resisted their calling because they're afraid of how they may be perceived, or what's expected of them.
But you know, when you hide in the shadows, you are less visible, you have less protection.
We'll always be targets for the ignorant. It is what it is.
There is a home and a family waiting for you.
I'm so proud of you.
Start by telling them that being an authority figure requires you to make hard, unpopular decisions for the greater good.
Your tasteful modesty is out of fashion, so knock it off.
Thanks to you, we're entering a new era.
You've planted the seeds but in order to reap their harvest, you have to clear the rot of the past.
I love your metaphors, but I have no idea what you're talking about.
I'm not suggesting. I'm insisting.
You want to be burned at the stake?
At the start of your glorious reign the last thing you need is an ABSCAM or Watergate.
I killed and I must pay for it.
I didn't hear this.
I've made many painful mistakes in my life. I want my death to have some meaning.
Stiff upper lip, my dear.
You cannot be a hypocrite. I won't stand for it.
Any last words?
Balenciaga!
I'm excited. I wanna get in there and show what I can do.
You gotta check this shit out. Line's around the block.
We'll buy more houses if we have to.
I got your back.
Should we open the doors now?
There's just one more thing I need to deal with.
I saw you die.
You men, with your fragile egos.
We still have a deal, babe.
I'm going to Paris for just a couple days.
Why? Why would she decide to do that?
I mean, it won't be pleasant for you. But if you do it right, I promise you the world.
I'm gonna put something inside you.
What happens when I wake up from this vision?
If you're gonna offer me your spit, I'll take it straight from the spigot.
I ruined a perfectly good pair of Jimmy Chaos.
I knew you'd get rid of him for me, once he served his purpose.
Whose blood was it?
I never killed anybody. Not yet.
That was the plan. Let you do the dirty work.
You didn't come here to kill me.
You were hoping I'd put you out of your misery, but I don't need to. You're close. I doubt you'll make it through the night.
Is that why you were always so awful to me? Because you knew I was going to take your power some day?
A woman becomes a mother, she can't help but see her mortality in that cherubic little face.
Every time I looked at you, I saw my own death.
You were a constant reminder of my worst fears.
Oh, and all this time, I thought you just didn't like me.
It was nothing personal, darling.
I loved you plenty, though. Just my own way. Which, I'll admit, had its limitations.
I can feel the power vibrating off of you.
It feels good, doesn't it?
I have to die for you to truly live.
I'm not crying over you. I'm crying for me.
You were the monster in every one of my closets.
A lifetime spent either trying to prove myself to you, get close to you, or get away from you.
God knows you'll do a better job of it than I ever did though you won't look half as good doing it.
For God's sake, have mercy on me. Put me out of my misery. I hurt everywhere.
You're scared, maybe for the first time in your life.
You have to do this alone. And the only way out is through. So feel the fear and the pain. Let it all in and then let it all go.
I don't think we ever hugged.
You're up. I hope you're hungry.
Oh, get those goddamn things out of my face.
Why you always gotta be like this?
I'm tired of fighting.
How long have we been here?
If you want a stiff one, come over here.
Don't be vulgar.
Maybe you ought to lay off the sauce for a while.
Drink in the fresh air.
I can't spend eternity here.
This place it reeks of fish and cat piss.
I'm in heaven.
All right, let's open the doors.
We survived. Up until now, that's all we've done.
I know together we can do more than survive. It's our time to thrive.
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Why do you think Luke struggles with temptations toward pragmatism and control? (If you don't mind! this piqued my curiosity since this is the first time I've seen him described as such, and I find him excessively idealistic and upright throughout the OT)
Luke is very all or nothing as a rule and he was raised by a worried practical person. When he first refuses the call to adventure, it’s because faced with the reality of dropping everything he thinks about the implications in a way he never has in his daydreams. And his objection is along the lines of just being one small person and real life still needing to get lived and not being able to just abandon his responsibilities. ‘It’s not that I like the Empire, I hate it, but there’s nothing I can do about it right now.’
And Obi-wan says, ‘That’s your uncle talking.’ And we heard also that Owen has been afraid of exactly this kind of thing Luke’s whole life. ‘Follow old Obi-wan on some damn fool idealistic crusade like your father did.’ So consider this fear and Owen’s attitude as one of the major threads running through Luke’s childhood and what kind of influence that had on him. Duty and responsibility are small, household things according to the people who raised him, not grand epic things. People are most important, not cause.
Luke is also a care-taker by nature. He latches on to people and invests in them very easily. The thing that gets him off his ass isn’t the Rebellion or finding out more about his father, those weren’t quite enough, what pushes him to action is the idea that Leia is out there and no one else is going to rescue her. One person, an individual, not the cause. Luke’s decision to believe in Han and to insist he was a better person than he would admit regardless of the evidence drove Han to live up to his expectations. But you know, he basically demanded Han redeem himself and won’t compromise. He’s stubborn and angry. He repeatedly ignores Obi-wan’s advice and instructions and fucks up life-or-death plans because he feels the need to take things into his own hands.
In ESB, he ignores Yoda’s warnings and advice to again take things into his own hands despite being told that will make everything that’s been accomplished vain. He won’t accept that he personally can’t change anything. He takes responsibility for people to the point where their choices don’t matter to him, but in doing this he’s shirking his larger responsibility as The Hero. It’s the I’m gonna save you, anyway energy. Which is certainly idealism and certainly what allows him to eventually save Anakin, but it also nearly gets them all killed on numerous occasions. Maturity is balance between taking no responsibility and taking responsibility for everything, always until your inevitable martyrdom.
As for pragmatism- that is his temptation in the throne room. It’s not about ultimate power in itself, because Luke has never sought power as an end and that’s not a dramatically effective temptation for him. What the Emperor is selling him is the idea that he can use this power to save his friends. He can use this power to shape the galaxy as he sees fit, to create safety for the people he cares about and impose his concept of justice. The temptation is to place practical concerns over ideals, to privilege safety over freedom, privilege individuals he loves over their choices and the cause. Kill Vader because he’s just one already dying warlord who deserves a much worse fate than merciful death, it’s justified, it’s a release; kill him and you will be able to save them. This is your only chance, you have to take it, you’ll be strong enough to only give in a little bit- replace Vader and use the power properly. Save the people who deserve to be saved. You can be trusted to wield justice, you can control it.
That is a very dramatically effective temptation for Luke, because that’s all thinking he’s been shown to have. His priorities over the past two films have aligned with this apparent ultimatum.
The terms the Emperor lays out are that Luke can either concede that killing his father is a ‘necessary evil’ in order to serve the ‘greater good’ and therefore set himself on the path to becoming his father OR he can die uselessly in a doomed moral victory which will result in the end of the Rebellion and the last hope going out of the universe.
Pragmatism says you need to use hate and violence to beat the big bad, you need to sacrifice other people to the cause, you need to keep your head down sometimes and try to live the best life you can under the circumstances, you need to be neutral sometimes, turn a blind eye sometimes, you can’t take a chance on shady people, you can’t save the scourge of the galaxy because he’s too far gone and not worth it, etc. Owen, Obi-wan, Yoda, every authority in his life has reinforced the same binary choice the Emperor now presents between compromise with evil or death.
And Luke is tempted by this because he thinks he can control these outcomes. He thinks it’s his place to keep his people safe no matter what it takes. He flies off the handle when Vader threatens Leia because he doesn’t want her put in this position. He wants to bear this whole burden and always thinks he can, and that protective impulse, that refusal to accept bad situations for others when he can fix it, is the beautiful part of his personality which Palpatine is counting on in his manipulation. It’s always a natural human impulse which can turn to selfishness that someone like Palpatine or Snoke will exploit. Love becomes covetousness, protection becomes control, fear dominates everything.
What Luke eventually rejects is exactly those terms, the whole premise of Palpatine’s argument. He takes a third option. The problem was never that he felt anger or that he passionately wanted to protect people, the terms he rejects are that the ends justify the means and that hate is inevitable. It’s never too late because forgiveness is always possible, because love is unconditional. Pragmatism has no place in a decision about your soul and the value of a person’s life, the value of a person’s life is infinite. The fact that Luke’s faith and selflessness is rewarded is the idealism of Star Wars, but it resonates because it was difficult for him. Cynicism was holding all the cards and his own best instincts were telling him he had to sacrifice principle to live another day, that that was the loving thing to do, he slips into fear and revenge and despair like a dozen times; he wails on his father and only stops because he sees his mechanical hand and remembers where that path leads- we all know how he feels. Metaphorically, we’ve all been there, in the darkest hour, not entirely certain what’s right and afraid of the answer.
In TLJ, Luke’s arc is about learning to forgive himself the way he once forgave Anakin. And it’s exactly the same dilemma about whether the ends justify the means and the danger of surrendering to fatalism and practicality over diligent hope and universal compassion. He tried to take on the entire burden of the family legacy by himself to spare Leia, and tried to take all responsibility for Ben and Ben’s future, that made it something he needed to control. The new added layer is a meta one about being a legend (really, being a hero) and a semi-meta one about ageing and mentorship. As a parent and teacher, Luke reflects his parents and his teachers, but he’s also very much still dealing with exactly the same flaws he has always had. Because ‘being a good person’ isn’t a birthright or a one time achievement, it’s a choice you make every day.
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Okay okay you don't have to do this now, but i was also wondering about your Eve fic: I've always been a daughter, because MY GOD I LOVED IT SO MUCH. Like your entire thought process behind Eve's character, how her relationship with Paddy and Chas came to be, just kdlsf everything. Sorry okay xx luv you!
So this is probably the most random, spontaneous thing I’ve ever written. It was borne out of two Chaddy-related irritations.
The first was them having another baby barely one year after the traumatic loss of the first one. It was so strange to me that everyone reacted so happily when they announced Chas was pregnant again, literally months after being devastated by Grace. It seemed way too soon, like Eve was essentially just there to replace what they’d lost and help them move on from it. And their obsessive paranoia over making sure Eve was okay all the time drove me mad, and just made me think it was bound to mess her up. To quote my mother, “The kid doesn’t stand a chance with those two.”
The second irritation was the way Chas kept trying to push Aaron to engage and spend time with Eve just after he’d lost Robert and Seb – and the chance of having another child of his own. It was so insensitive and cruel of her to use Eve to guilt Aaron into moving on by saying that she “needs her big brother”. She (plus Paddy and Liv) didn’t give a shit that Aaron had lost Robert, didn’t let him mourn everything he’d lost, they just wanted him to bounce back and forget all about him.
Somewhere along the line I started thinking, wouldn’t it be great if Chaddy’s constant pushing backfired and Eve became the biggest Robert stan of them all?
So that’s basically where it came from – anti-Chaddy spite.
Eve’s character
Oh God, I was SO nervous about writing her. I had a really clear picture of her in my head – that she’d be pretty well-behaved kid, very girly, quietly confident, and generally quite a chilled-out kid. But getting all that across in a way that made her likeable stressed me out so much, I was terrified that people either wouldn’t like her or just wouldn’t care about her.
It’s also the only fic I’ve written where the focus isn’t on Robron (although ofc there’s LOTS of them in there), so I was concerned people would be annoyed by that.
Relationship with Chaddy
Ahaha where to begin?
So obviously Eve’s relationship with her parents was a big part of the story. I wanted to make it clear that their trauma from losing Grace was never dealt with because they had Eve so quickly, and unfortunately that means Eve is the one to suffer because of it. Their grief becomes unhealthy, and it causes flaws that they already had – control issues, overbearing natures, a belief that they’re always in the right – to spiral out of control into something more extreme and sinister.
In the first half of the story, when Eve’s still a kid, their controlling and overprotective behaviour is something that she’s aware of but accepts easily enough, because she doesn’t know any different. Then when she becomes a teenager, there’s a shift in how it manifests. Once she starts to understand that something’s wrong and pull away, this is when the real breakdown of their relationship happens. They basically go between two extremes – either smothering her completely by inventing illnesses/stop her from becoming independent, or pushing her away and giving her the cold shoulder whenever she tries to resist said smothering.
There’s a form of mental illness/abuse that I find absolutely fascinating, which is called Munchausen’s syndrome by proxy (NHS link here). Not that much is known about it, but it basically involves an abuser (usually a parent or caregiver) faking illnesses in their child. It can be for a variety of reasons – power, attention, control, financial gain. I wasn’t comfortable actually labelling Chaddy’s treatment of Eve as this specific form of abuse, since I’m not a mental health professional (not yet anyway, I’m training to become one!), but it’s definitely something I had in the back of my mind when I was writing this. I doubt it’s a story the show would ever do, since it would mean turning Chaddy into actual villains, but I think the potential is definitely there with Eve!
I suppose the other thing to mention is Grace. Oh, Eve’s feelings about her sister are so complicated, probably more complicated than I was able to convey, though I loved giving it a good go. When she’s still a child, Eve’s main feeling in regards to Grace is confusion. Confusion over what happened to her, why she makes her parents so sad, why her not being here means Eve doesn’t get to do normal things like other kids.
Then when she gets older and understands, her feelings get a lot more messy. There’s anger, sadness, resentment... and a strange sort of disconnect between what her parents tell her to feel and what she actually feels. Not to mention the cold reality she tries not to dwell on too much – the only reason she was born is because Grace had died.
Relationship with Aaron
Obviously I wanted Eve to be close to Aaron, and for him to sort of be her lifeline, her only real shot at growing up “normally”. Chaddy foisting her on him so much as a child means he sort of naturally becomes a third parent as well as a big brother. He’s the one who provides the things that a good parent is supposed to – support, encouragement, pushing her to be the best/as happy as she can be.
So yeah, Chaddy’s plan to use Eve to make Aaron act in the way they wanted backfires MASSIVELY. She becomes the only one who helps him get through losing Robert, and who (admittedly unknowingly) helps them get back together. And in turn, Eve spending so much time with Aaron makes her grow up strong and resilient – just like he is – and Chaddy can’t stand that. Ah, sweet irony.
Another thing I like about Eve and Aaron is that – on the surface – they have nothing in common. Unlike Liv, who was basically brought in as a “mini female Aaron”, Eve is very much her own person and very different to her big brother. But there are a few subtle similarities in their personalities that I did try to show – they’re both quite blunt when they want to be, they’re both quite easily-pleased and find simple pleasure in things, and neither of them suffer fools for long. And they both adore Robert. Speaking of whom…
Relationship with Robert
Literally one of the first thoughts I had about this story was: Eve will fall in love with Robert instantly. What little girl wouldn’t? The sweet relationship between them was one of my favourite things to write, their conversations always seemed to flow so naturally. It was also a soothing balm to my irritation over Liv hating Robert for literally no reason (other than she wanted Aaron all to herself). It never made any sense to me, so I wanted Eve to be the exact opposite. Writing Chaddy’s reaction to this was also very fun lol.
One thing that’s really lovely about them is how Robert becomes the only person who really understands what it’s like to not get along with your parents (and to be constantly compared to another sibling). To feel suffocated/desperate to get away, yet also upset when they reject you and guilty because you aren’t falling into line with their plans for you. Of course Aaron understands to an extent, because he obviously knows what Chas and Paddy can be like, but it wasn’t something he personally grew up with.
Ballet
So Eve’s dance career wasn’t planned, not at all. It was initially just a hobby I used to show that she’s a proper girly girl. It wasn’t until I reached her teenage years that I realised I needed some sort of big conflict to cause the final showdown. I knew whatever it was had to lead to her moving into the Mill, before leaving the village and getting away from Chaddy for good.
I know from personal experience that if you grow up in the north and decide you want to pursue a career in the arts, you’re probably going to have to leave home and move to where the opportunities are. So the idea came to me that turning Eve’s passion for ballet into a career choice would mean she HAD to leave home, and it would serve as the ideal catalyst for this final fight.
I do have a head canon in my head about how Eve’s twenties and her early dance career will go. Who knows if I’ll ever write it, though!
#thanks amy!#god this is so rambly#i hope it makes sense??#eve dingle#my writing#anti-chaddy#robron#robandaaronsoulmates
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I'VE BEEN PONDERING CHANGES
I have to say, but it seems like a decent hypothesis. It's just as well to let a big company, then you may need to be written as thin enough skins that users can see the two side by side that you notice how little overlap there is. Everyone is focused on this type of wealth through economic policy, it's hard to do it? You do tend to get a check within a week based on a half-page agreement. No philosopher ever refuted another, for example, would arguably be gross even if they had to make concessions. We did, and it was through personal contacts that we got most of the extra computer power we're given will go to waste. I look at the responses, the common theme is that starting a startup.
I don't know if it will work, but it won't hurt as much. The big bang guys. They know their audience. Not only does a society get the best man for the job, but parents' ambitions are diverted from direct methods to indirect ones—to actually trying to raise their kids well. People who want to get it from the rich. For better or worse, the just-do-it model and the careful model, I'd probably choose just-do-it model is fast, whether you're Dan Bricklin writing the prototype of VisiCalc in a weekend, or a carefully cropped image of a seacoast town in Maine. One thing hackers like is brevity. School. Even Bill Gates, Steve Jobs, Larry Ellison, Michael Dell, Jeff Bezos, Gordon Moore. By all means be optimistic about things you can't control. That would have led to disaster, because our software was so complex. Kill-or-cure strategies are optimal for VCs because they're protected by the portfolio effect.
Nothing is hidden from you that doesn't absolutely have to be willing to change your product. If you're writing for other people, you may be the sort of wealth that becomes self-perpetuating through an alliance with power. It might also be inevitable, if you roll a zero for luck, the outcome is zero. But this approach is hard to implement. Whereas when you're big you can maltreat them at will, and you rule the world. Everything that came to us through the mass media was a blandly uniform and b produced elsewhere. At the moment, even the government. There was then a fashionable type of program called an expert system, at the time, and both got their degrees. In some fields, like software or movies, this is the best nonfiction writer I know of, on any subject.
The more people who have incomplete information about prices. That's kind of hard to imagine. Today it may well be zero. Startups are certainly a large part of it. I were going to start a company now, you may never quite be able to be included in it. Wealth is what people want, and to allow programmers to use inline byte code if you need to know the type of every argument in every call in the program. You're just asking to be made a fool of, because these are such powerful forces. A restaurant with great food seem to prosper no matter what. Look at restaurants. And the Internet makes copies easy to distribute.
That's why things get so much better. A friend of mine who knows a lot about VCs during the 3 years we've been doing Y Combinator, I remembered. It's there to some degree; you'll find it awkward to be the scripting languages of web browsers. The course of people's lives in the US were designed by architects who expected to live in Silicon Valley, where you have to declare the types of arguments in the bottlenecks. For most of history a well-understood way into underlying s-expressions. My only leisure activities were running, which I needed to do, and even make major changes, as you might expect, is not very good. But just imagine calling Picasso the mercurial Spaniard when talking to a friend? What do they all have in common is that they're overconfident.
Even if your colleagues were impressed by your credentials, they'd soon be parted from you if your performance didn't match, because the schools adjust to suit whatever the tests measure. Like all illicit connections, the connection between wealth and power. For a lot of time imitating bad writers. Since the hundred-year language will work to varying degrees depending on how close you are to your current one. It seems safe to predict they will be 74 quintillion 73,786,976,294,838,206,464 times faster. So I think people who are mature and experienced, with a feeling of dread in the back to win. It must once have been inhabited by someone fairly eccentric, because a lot of restaurants around, not some dreary office park that's a wasteland after 6:00 PM. Others see what they've done and are full of wonder, but the pain of having this stupid controversy constantly reintroduced as the top idea in their mind at any given time. At the moment I'd almost say that a language has to be under the control of a single person to be any good. What you notice in the Forbes 400 are a lot of things.
Com, you should get all the users, and the bad gets ignored. The way people act is just as lumpy and idiosyncratic as the human body. So if you want to make a winning product. Believe it or not, programming languages are also for people, and I expect this to be as big a problem, you may find you no longer have such a target and to keep it. I thought it would be to start or join a startup. Letting focus groups design your cars for you only wins in the short term.1 Don't worry about people stealing your ideas. These are not early numbers. It would crush its competitors. They'll make sure that suing them is expensive and slows you down, why do nearly all companies do it?
I've found that it matters a lot how code lines up on the bottom. It's not unusual to get a job, your parents probably did, along with practically every other adult you've met. The reason Florence is famous is that in 1450, it was New York. More people are the right sort of person who could get away with using fancy language in prose.2 So I sent all the founders an email asking what surprised them most was the idea of having a lot of changes that have been forced on VCs, this change won't turn out to be as big a problem, you may never quite be able to make arbitrary transformations on the source code.3 They seem to have become professional fundraisers who do a little research on the side of a car are to speed. We used to call these guys newscasters, because they don't give customers what they want, which happens to be written in the language fits together like the parts in a fine camera. Sun did this to mainframes, and Intel is doing it to Sun. I would not feel confident saying that about investors twenty years ago. It seems like we ought to value the company at several million dollars.
Notes
We didn't know ourselves which VC firms expect to do something we didn't, they very often come back with my co-founders Mark Nitzberg and Olin Shivers at the command of the most part and you need to warn readers about, just as on Reddit, for an investor pushes you hard to ignore what your project does.
You can get for free. If the response doesn't come back; Apple can change them instantly if they want to start using whatever you make something hackers use. Most were wrong, but nothing else: no friends, TV, go running.
Cit. In some cases the process of applying is inevitably so arduous, and it would be to become more stratified. You end up reproducing some of those you can eliminate, do it. In principle companies aren't limited by the time 1992 the entire cross-country Internet bandwidth wasn't enough for one user.
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